#I like to think this is during the flirting stage before anyone has make a real move

[hostilecandle]

Little wip of my Selkie!Soap from my Dark Waters Au

[lenaswritingandstuff]

Dating the Slytherin boys (+ Harry) ▪ HEADCANONS

Requested: No

Characters: Mattheo Riddle, Tom Riddle, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Regulus Black, Harry Potter (+ y/n)

Warnings: NSFW mentions, English is not my first language

A/N: I'm not sure I like this but here we go. However I have to say I like Regulus' one so I might turn his version into a one shot one day (when uni won't be killing me slowly). This will include also the pre-dating/flirting stage as well. SORRY FOR THE TYPOS. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Enjoy! ^^

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Mattheo Riddle:

His feelings for you probably confused him at first 

If he falls first, he either won’t let you know or will do everything to get your attention (‘Hey, y/n, come sit here, the seat is free!”, “y/n, do you mind helping me with the homework for Snape? I can’t bloody do it”, “How about we go to Hogsmeade, just you and me?”, “you look beautiful, y/n”)

Your love for him always calms him when he gets anxious or when he’s upset, especially after his father comes back

Will tell you things he never told anyone

Would rather spend time with you than with his friends

Is terrified something will happen to you because of his father 

VERY jealous, but trusts you

Despite easily getting angry, he can’t get mad at you. Even during arguments 

LOVES sleeping in your arms or when you just hold him

He's crazy about your body

Loves showering with you, and we both know how it often ends

HOT, passionate sex

Will randomly eat you out without expecting anything in return (doesn't mind if you return the favor, though)

100% calls you "baby" or "love" all the time

Doesn’t care about what anyone thinks of him as long as you love him

Your love makes him feel lighter and stronger

You're his whole world

Feels bad when he hears someone criticize you for dating him 

Always makes sure you don’t overwork yourself, and makes sure you get enough sleep, water and food, and comforts you when you're anxious

Holds your hands when he's anxious or stressed

Will listen to anything you have to say 

Crazy about your perfume

Theodore Nott:

Struggles to express his love or feelings in general, at least in the beginning 

Has never done serious relationships before, and it may cause some trouble in your relationship, as you end up believing he doesn’t care about you

It causes many fights, and the last one will be the first time he says ‘I love you’

Always goes to you for comfort 

Loves sleeping with you in his arms, or cuddling, and with time he can’t sleep without you

Loves watching you sleep 

Loves having you on his lap

Always gets you great gifts (even randomly)

“Well, it thought it was pretty, and…it reminded me of you.”

Will fight any guy who is rude to you or acts like a creep 

Very jealous (trusts you, doesn’t trust others)

Doesn’t mind PDA at all, will gladly hold your hand or kiss you in public

Always has a hand on your waist or his arm around your shoulders 

Very supportive in everything you do, even when he doesn’t understand it/isn’t really interested in it

Isn’t very good with comforting people (mostly because he's not used to it), but will hold you and listen to you as long as you need, can even give you advice/reassurance 

Every compliment/'I love you' you say melts his heart and means much more to him than he shows, same goes for anything you do for him

Loves doing fun things, even if it’s just throwing snowballs at each other during winter (which ends in loving kisses, just savouring the joy of being together)  

Love getting in a pool with you and playing "childish" games during summer

Any form of intimacy means A LOT to him 

He's used to hooks up and "fucking" but it takes him a bit of time to have sex with you (despite being crazy about you and your body) because you mean everything to him and with you it's really making love instead of just "fucking"

The first time is loving and slow yet passionnate (eye contact at all times, hands holding, desperate kisses from him), and it gets a bit rougher and passionate the next times (but aftercare, which he isn't used to, is always on point and keeps getting better)

Is secretly very insecure, and is terrified you will leave him (especially for another “better” guy) 

Craves your touch and your love but won’t admit it

His boggart is probably you being dead alongside his mother

Will tell you sweets things in Italian

Very clingy in private - and also in public with time

With you he learns to be happier and discovers a happier side of himself he didn't know he had

Loves you much more than he actually shows at first 

Will often say you're all he has (and means it)

But with time, you have no reason to doubt his love and he’s the perfect boyfriend

Blaise Zabini:

Probably will court you like the gentleman he is

He doesn’t trust people easily and might be a little distant (while always polite and kind) in the early stages of your relationship 

But with time he becomes very warm and smiles a lot

Always kisses the top of your hand or your forehead 

Doesn’t do much PDA except for holding hands and kisses on your forehead

However in private he’ll 100% cuddle you and hold you

Dates in parks or restaurants  

Get you flowers at least once a month

Will always defend you against others 

One of his love languages is acts of service

Lorenzo Berkshire:

You either were friends before dating or he fell in love with you at first sight, there is no in between

Takes you on fun dates (arcade, funfair, theme parks) 

Can be shy at the beginning, which will make it a bit hard for him to talk about how he feels about you

Movie nights where you two eats lots of snacks and sweets while cuddling 

Always smiles when you enter a room

So supportive 

Loves when you're on his lap

He has no problem with PDA

Quickly willing to meet your family if you agree

He’s a great listener and mostly gives good advices 

Loves taking naps with you 

Always makes you sure you get enough sleep, water and food

Won’t let you get yourself into dangerous situations

Loves to go anywhere with you, no matter the activity and even if he just follows you around 

Many pet names

If you're Muggleborn or grew up among Muggles, he will totally ask you questions about the muggle world

Passionnate sex, will get rough if he hasn't seen you in a long time or if it's angry sex after he got jealous

His aftercare is the best, and he's always thankful you trust him enough to have that form of intimacy with him

Draco Malfoy:

Won’t flirt at first with you but keeps wanting your attention

Tries to seduce you with expensive gifts, and is a bit taken aback when you say it doesn’t work

Continues to get you gifts, but will make sure they match your interests/tastes, and keeps expensive gifts for your birthdays and Christmas (even though he’d like to get them all year for you) 

At first he doesn't show any weakness in your presence

With you he’ll learn patience and to focus of more positive things, and also to stand up to his father

Takes you on dates every chance he gets

Will ditch his friends to spend time with you

Probably makes Crabbe and Goyle carry your bags or do things for you

So proud to be dating you, it might even make him more arrogant

Gets grumpy when jealous but after a kiss on the cheek he’s back to his normal self 

Will invite you to his home and write you nearly every day during holidays

Hates it when Harry or any Gryffindor boy tries to talk to you

Surprisingly has no problem with PDA

Loves when you come to see him play during Quidditch matches

Tom Riddle:

Oh boy

It started with him admiring/watching you from afar, for a reason he can’t understand

SUPER confused by what he feels for you and why

Will probably try to get closer to you through homework or through books if he sees you read one

Will know everything about you, and will secretly follow you, saving you if you’re in danger with you never knowing who saved you

Crazy about your perfume, so much so that it makes him steal one of your clothes just to be able to smell it anytime he wants

After a while, he’ll spend most of his time with you without ever admitting he likes it

Will probably let you know his feelings for you after he cast a spell on a guy for being a creep with you 

Won’t let another man touch you

Will ask Mattheo for advice to be better or to make you fall in love with him

Will do your homework without hesitation, even if he pretends that he hates it, and will leave explanations so you understand his answers/his work

No PDA except for holding hands or your hand under his arm, but will make sure to stay close to you at all times 

Is a surprisingly good listener 

VERY jealous, but surprisingly isn’t mad or suspicious at you

“Did you enjoy having his attention? Do you wish for me to show you how my attention is better?” 

He doesn't stress over homework or stuff like that, so he finds it ridiculous when you do (learns with time to be more understanding)

Will let flowers in your room with a note on it

Pretends to not care about the gifts you get him for his birthday or Christmas but it actually means so much to him as no one ever got him any gifts before 

Nothing the others say about him gets to him, but he gets angry when he hears someone say that you deserve better than him

As book!Tom who grew up in an orphanage: he's secretly insecure about his background and the fact that he’s poor, and thinks you deserve better 

As Voldemort: Might be torn between continuing his goals for power or spending a simple life with you; is aware you’ll leave him if he gets on a darker path 

As Voldemort’s son: would do everything to protect you from his father, and if he’s forced to get the Dark Mark, he will makes sure you don’t know 

Possessive kisses 

Would hurt anyone who does you wrong

Borrows money from Draco to take you on dates or to get you gifts, as he feels like you deserve the nicest things, even though you keep telling him his mere presence is enough

May feel a little bit guilty that he can’t properly show you his love like “normal” boyfriends do 

Won’t admit it but considers you the only good thing in his life, and if he ever lost you he’d get on a dark path

Won’t cuddle at first, but if you wake up first you’ll find him sleeping close to you, with at least one of his hands touching you

Always notices when you don’t eat, sleep or drink enough

You’re the first (and only) person he will feel romantic love for

He has a bit of sexual experience before, but with you it's completely different - once you guys have sex for the first time, he becomes obsessed with your body and how it makes him feel

Loves fingering you

"You like it, dove?"

Even if you guys don’t work out, he won’t ever be with somebody else 

Would ask your parents for you hand in marriage, but honestly it's just out of politeness, the only answer that matters to him is yours

Regulus Black:

Like Blaise, he was raised the old fashioned way

Acts coldly towards everyone except you, his tone and eyes gets warmer and kinder when talking/looking at you, and you’re the only person he’ll smile at

You were his best (and only) friend and he has been in love with you for years

He hides his feelings very well, but one day you start dating someone else (thinking Regulus doesn’t share your feelings) but he can’t bear it and confesses his feelings

Always defends you

He’ll take you on restaurants or picnics dates, always bringing flowers

Mostly fine with PDA (holding hands, hands on your waist)

Thinks he’s very lucky to have you

Probably already starts thinking of marrying you during your last year at Hogwarts 

A bit jealous, but can’t stand it when Sirius tries to talk to you

Will gladly do your homework with/for you

Loves it when you sleep in each other’s arms, loves feeling you close

Loves it when you call him “Reggie” (only you is allowed to)

Will literally do everything you ask him to

You’re everything to him

Can’t stay away from you for long

Will get worried if you’re five minutes late

Always calls you “sweetheart” or “love”/”my love” 

Slow, romantic sex most of the time but sometimes he needs to be rougher

Thanks to you he’ll feel lighter and he will become kinder

You’ll even make him change his views on blood purity and stand up to his parents, and with time he gets closer to Sirius thanks to that (and you) 

If that doesn’t change and he still joins Voldemort, he’ll leave you a letter before going to the cavern, saying how much he loves you and how much you mean to him

Harry Potter:

Don’t expect any pet names from him, but he might create a nickname with your name (like he calls Ginny ‘Gin’ in the Cursed Child) 

His love languages are fierce protectiveness, loyalty and a patience he didn’t knew he had

Has no problem with PDA because he doesn’t care about what other people think  

Loves cuddles

Rarely gets mad at you, and feels guilty when he does

Mostly gets mad at you when you hurt yourself (for example during Quidditch) but it's also because he was scared for you

Hot kisses in private

Will be jealous if he sees you with another guy 

He’s passionate in a lot of things he does, and it includes you and everything you do

Will fiercely defend you again anyone, can even throw hands

Gets FURIOUS when Umbridge hurts you during detention, and will cuddle you for hours and do everything he can to make the pain disappear

Knows people are mean to you during fifth year because you're dating him and he hates it

During that year the only peace he feels is when he's holding you or when you sleep in his arms (it's also the only time he doesn't get nightmares)

Very supportive 

Loves getting you gifts 

You make him feel SO happy, he’ll just keep smiling for no reason 

Gets more and more clingy with time

Always write to you during the holidays (you always invite him to come to your house)

I'm not sure about sex while you guys are at Hogwarts but he 100% feels lust for you, there will definitely be hot making sessions when you guys are alone in a dark corner of the castle and it often ends up with you against the wall with your legs around his waist while he kisses your neck and caresses your legs

However sometimes he just can't stop himself and will eat you out (even maybe finger you at the same time), and will be proud when you come

Any act of service you do for him means a lot

You're always worried about him when he's at the Dursleys but he reassures you that he's fine

Comes to you in the middle of the night if he has a nightmare and generally comes to you for comfort or to rant 

Needs you more than ever after Voldemort comes back and after Sirius’ death 

Misses you like crazy during his quest for Horcruxes, and he can’t bear the thought of something happening to you 

Might struggle to show it, but he knows and is thankful of how patient and comprehensive you are with him, and that makes him want to be the best boyfriend he can be

Terrified Voldemort might hurt/kill you

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[miifu666]

Hi I’m a big fan of your blog , love how you draw the characters!!

How do you think monkey king and suklha would court each other.

Helloww ♡♡♡

Funny you ask that!!! 😭 i just finished a doodle about that too!

Since Wukong's a hot tempered and unpredictable monkey king with a high self esteem. I like to add a bit of Monkey facts in his behaviour. Ofc besides the fighting the gods to keep his lover i dont think thats normal monke

From what i know, male monkeys usually start the flirting to enter a sort of consortship with the female. So i believe, Wukong despite the virgin that he is. Would be the first one to show interest.

Monkeys usually spend time with their future mate during courtship, so i figured instead of eating and talking to eachother to spend time. Wukong would challenge Suklha during the first few stages of courtship, if Suklha manages to outwit him he would let out these noises thats a mix of excited chirps and amused chuckles. Seeing Suklha managed to beat him in his own challenge is akin to her saying

"oh you're good, but ill try and beat you to show you im capable of being beside you"

even better when Suklha lets him groom her properly, it would take hours upon hours for him to show her that he's a good mate to keep her pretty and light colored hair clean. Suklha sitting down and waiting for him to finish, only to groom him back with her own pinchers is a sign that she accepted Wukong's feelings. (In his head anyway)

This works with Suklha, too. Centipedes spend time with their mates to start the mating ritual. Female centipedes usually release certain pheromones to attract the male interest. Wukong might notice how she has a more enzymatic scent, floral and berry-like, reminding him of the tree peaches in flower fruit mountain. This works with monkeys, although i think they release a certain odour when they want to mate rather than... courtship-

This in turn, makes Wukong more physically affectionate towards Suklha. His hands never leaving her waist whenever they talk to someone, glaring at anyone who dares to come pick her up like some sort of harlot. Wukong would compliment her to make her pay attention to him more whenever they're in public, of course this is Wukong. Hes not that good with compliments-

Suklha : you dimwit! Ive told you before how to do it!

Wukong : It seemed like i was right at first! Why are you getting so mad over! Just because you're decent-looking doesn't mean you can reprimand me however you like!

Suklha : ...?

Wukong , counting his fingers : Smart, quick-witted, courteous! Just because you're all that doesn't mean you can shout at me all you want!!

Suklha : i..

Wukong : AND STOP LOOKING SO GOOD

Suklha : IM BREATHING???

Wukong : WELL YOU LOOK GOOD DOING IT

Lastly, it would be a hard way to recognize but Wukong would speak towards her with a deeper tone of voice than usual. He'd even try to talk to her more calmly than yelling high-pitched like usual.

He'll smile more and probably do anything, yes even kill some demons and yaoguai to get an object of her desire or something that reminds him of her. Like a red jacket he saw in a village near the mountains, he'll snatch it and put it on Suklha without any word. Not even a "here's a new jacket" nope. They're already this deep in the courtship stage, she should understand what he means when he gives her things. He might glare at Suklha whenever he sees her missing the object he's given her, no words, just bites and glares.

All in all, it would be a bit chaotic. Like seeing your two best friends slowly getting together. Especially Suklha who despite showing interest in the courtship, suddenly denied Wukong of her answer after his proposal. Of course, this isn't done out of spite. She knows the consequences of accepting his proposal and she wont let a creature of this world suffer due to her. Suklha is a trickster, but she still has a heart.

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Takashi Morinozuka x fem reader -> crush/early dating stage head-canons (sfw)

honestly, i fuckn hate hcs, but i’m gonna put them out there anyway, since mine are simply better cuz i said so

- Takashi isn’t the type of guy to just go up to a girl and ask her out because he thinks she’s cute or anything, so you would 100% have to start off as friends before he made a move (and even then, you’d probably be waiting a while)

- Probably would not initiate a conversation with you on his own (shocking)

- I could see Honey noticing Takashi’s special interest in a girl and deciding to talk to her, and maybe even invite her to the club

- If he did this with Takashi present, he’d be super nervous but secretly grateful that his cousin set him up, cuz lord knows it wouldn’t have happened otherwise

- Once Honey had Takashi’s crush engaged in a conversation, he’d start trying to, not so subtly, gauge whether or not she’s a good fit for Takashi

- If Honey doesn’t like you, then you don’t get to be with Takashi, period.

- If anyone asks at any point during your friendship if Takashi has feelings for you, he’ll either outright deny it or just stay silent, even though it’d be super obvious to anyone who knows him to any capacity

- He would be more engaged in conversations with you than anyone else, MAYBE aside from Honey

- He’d help with anything he thought you may be struggling with (you don’t even have to ask)

- Need help finding something? He’s got you. Pickle jar too hard to open? No problem. Can’t reach something on a high shelf? Well, thank god a certain giant has nothing better to do (he was just admiring you anyway)

- Once the club catches on, any possible privacy the two of you had is gone. Especially if they can tell the feelings are reciprocated

- Tamaki, the twins, and Honey would all try to get the both of you into situations where you’d be alone together, or they’d talk about how cute you would be together, or how cute your kids would be, etc.

- Even before a relationship begins, Takashi will think it’s disloyal or unfaithful to interact flirt with any other girls, so he would be extra quiet during club hours (unless you’re there 🥰)

- Speaking of relationships, when Takashi does finally ask you out, expect it to be a simple question, such as: “Would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow?” or something similar. He’d probably do so when you two are completely alone (mostly so the other club members don’t try to trail you on your date)

- If the date went well, and he felt like you were interested afterwards, that’s when he’d ask you to be his girlfriend.

- The poor guy’s heart would be pounding out of his chest and he’d be blushing like crazy, which would only get worse when if you said yes

- Once you’re official, any reservations he previously had regarding closeness are gone. He wants to hold your hand and just be near you all the time

- He’s not into the PDA shit, though. It’s not like he’d pull you into a make out sesh in public, but he does like to be near you at all times

- Honey absolutely loves that Takashi found someone he truly cares for, especially since he thinks you’re fun to be around, so he and Takashi can still be close as ever

- The other members (mainly Tamaki) are ecstatic about the relationship as well

- Seeing their normally stoic friend all head over heals for you is just too sweet

- Once you start dating, it isn’t long before he wants you over to meet his parents and vice versa

- He doesn’t even see it as a huge step or anything. I mean, of course he wants his family to meet his darling partner

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Alright, I’m gonna call this a part one, and basically just write others to be more tailored to a reader with specific personality traits, cuz writing so vaguely is driving me insane.

(I have no writing experience, but I promise I’ll try harder next time, so hopefully they’ll get better after this 😭)

If there’s anything specific you want to see, feel free to request headcanons or fics for Takashi (or any of the other characters for that matter), as that’ll make it way easier to write something worthwhile lmao

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About Last Night (Louis Tomlinson x reader) - Fic Request

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Anonymous request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do Louis Tomlinson x fem! Reader who is in the band, her and Louis always had a flirty relationship but always told people it was a joke until one night during one of their tours things get heated between them and they hook up, a few weeks later reader finds out she’s pregnant and doesn’t know how to tell Louis so she goes to her best friend Niall Horan for advice and Louis ends up over hearing them? Smut and fluff please!!

Tags: Louis x reader, friends to lovers, smut, pregnancy, fluff, angst

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The arena hums softly with the buzz of amps and muffled conversations, but your focus is already on Louis, who stands near the drum kit, spinning a drumstick between his fingers with that familiar mischievous glint in his eye. This is how it’s always been with the two of you—partners in chaos, constantly toeing the line of what you can get away with, but never crossing it. The harmless flirting, the relentless teasing—it’s your thing.

“Don’t even think about it,” you call out, a grin tugging at your lips.

Louis turns to you, all innocence and dimples. “Think about what, love?”

“Oh, you know exactly what,” you say, stepping closer. “Put the stick down before you get us all in trouble.”

“Trouble?” he echoes, mock-offended. “I am the very definition of responsibility.”

“You’re the definition of a menace,” you retort, grabbing the other drumstick off the snare. You twirl it between your fingers and smirk at him. “If you’re going to cause chaos, at least make it entertaining.”

His eyes light up at your challenge. “I knew I could count on you, partner.”

Before anyone can stop you, Louis taps the microphone stand with his drumstick, and you follow suit, matching his rhythm with the snare drum. The resulting cacophony blares through the speakers, earning a collective groan from Liam and the sound crew.

“Really?!” Liam barks from center stage, throwing his hands up. “Do you two have to do this every time?”

“Yes,” you and Louis say in unison, both grinning like kids caught raiding the cookie jar.

“Unbelievable,” Liam mutters, shaking his head.

“Oh, lighten up, Payno,” Louis says, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “We’re just making things more fun.”

“Fun is subjective,” Liam replies, deadpan.

Louis doesn’t even acknowledge him, already pulling you toward the piano at the corner of the stage. “Come on, let’s give them a real show.”

You follow without hesitation, laughing as you plop down on the bench beside him. “Alright, Mozart, let’s hear it.”

“Watch and learn, darling,” he says, cracking his knuckles dramatically before slamming his fingers onto the keys.

The result is an aggressively off-key rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and you immediately burst into laughter, doubling over as he continues his “masterpiece.”

“Wow,” you say between giggles, clapping along. “Move over, Beethoven. Louis Tomlinson has arrived.”

“I know,” he says smugly, tossing you a wink. “Don’t be jealous of my talent.”

“Talent?” you tease, leaning closer. “This is more like a crime against music.”

“Oh, you wound me,” he says, clutching his chest in mock pain. “But I’ll forgive you because you look cute when you’re pretending to be unimpressed.”

You arch an eyebrow, leaning in just enough to close the space between you. “Who says I’m pretending?”

He falters for a split second, just enough for you to notice, before recovering with a smirk. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you reply, but the playful tone in your voice makes it clear you’re enjoying every second.

The moment lingers, his eyes locked on yours, the air between you buzzing with unspoken tension. But before anything can happen, Liam’s voice cuts through like a bucket of cold water.

“Enough!” he shouts. “Can we please get back to work?”

Louis groans dramatically, standing up and offering you a hand. “Fine, Payno. We’ll behave. For now.”

“Behaving’s overrated anyway,” you say, letting him pull you to your feet.

He grins, leaning in just enough to make your heart race. “Spoken like a true partner in crime.”

You smirk back, the flush creeping up your neck impossible to hide. “You couldn’t handle this partnership without me.”

“Oh, don’t I know it,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, before finally letting you go.

As you return to your spot on stage, his laughter still ringing in your ears, you can’t help but feel the familiar thrill that comes with being Louis’s partner in crime. This is just how it’s always been—safe, playful, and light. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

…

The club is alive with pulsing music, flashing lights, and the hum of conversation. The six of you—plus a few crew members—have commandeered a booth near the dance floor, a place to regroup between rounds of drinks and bursts of reckless fun. The night is supposed to be lighthearted, a rare break in the chaos of touring. But your attention keeps drifting toward the bar, where Louis leans casually against the counter, chatting up a pair of girls who can’t stop giggling at whatever he’s saying.

You take another sip of your drink, the sharp burn of tequila doing little to distract you. It shouldn’t bother you. This is Louis, after all—flirty, charming, and always ready to make someone’s night with a cheeky grin. It’s harmless. Always harmless. Just like it’s always been with you and him.

But tonight, it stings.

“You alright there, love?”

Niall’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you turn to find him sliding into the booth beside you, a fresh pint in hand. His blue eyes are sharper than they should be after three rounds, catching onto your mood immediately.

“Fine,” you say quickly, forcing a smile. “Just enjoying the view.”

Niall snorts, following your gaze toward Louis. “Ah. Him.”

“Him what?” you ask, though your tone is defensive even to your own ears.

“You’re watching him like he owes you money,” Niall says, smirking, but his voice softens when he adds, “What’s going on?”

You hesitate, swirling your drink in your hand. Niall’s always been the one you confide in, the one who listens without judgment. But this—whatever this is—feels like dangerous territory.

“It’s nothing,” you lie.

“Sure it is,” he says, leaning closer. “Come on. You’re never this quiet.”

You glance at Louis again, just in time to see him lean in to whisper something in one of the girls’ ears. Your chest tightens, and before you can stop yourself, the words spill out.

“It’s stupid,” you say, setting your glass down with more force than necessary. “I just… I don’t get how he can be like that. Flirting with everyone, acting like it’s all a game.”

Niall raises an eyebrow. “That’s just Louis, though. You know that.”

“Yeah,” you mutter, staring at the condensation on your glass. “But sometimes I wonder if it’s ever not a game for him. If he ever actually means it.”

Niall doesn’t answer right away, his gaze steady and thoughtful. Finally, he says, “And what if he does? Would that change things?”

You laugh, though it’s bitter and hollow. “Not for him. He’d still be Louis, and I’d still be the idiot who gets worked up over it.”

“Hey,” Niall says gently, nudging your shoulder. “You’re not an idiot. You care about him. That’s not stupid.”

You look at him, startled by how easily he’s put words to something you’ve been trying to deny. “I didn’t say I care about him.”

“You didn’t have to.”

His voice is kind, but it hits you like a punch to the gut. You reach for your drink again, draining the rest of it in one go.

“Okay,” you say, standing up abruptly. “I need another one.”

“Hang on,” Niall says, grabbing your wrist before you can escape. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? You’re already—”

“Drinking?” you interrupt, flashing him a wry smile. “Yeah, I know. That’s kind of the point.”

Niall lets you go, watching as you make your way to the bar. You don’t look at Louis as you order another round, but you can feel his presence—his laughter, his charm—like a static charge in the air.

When you return to the booth, Niall’s still waiting, his expression unreadable. “You don’t have to tell him, you know,” he says quietly.

“Tell him what?”

“Whatever it is you’re feeling. If you’re not ready, that’s okay.”

You sit down, your drink clutched tightly in your hands. “What if I never am?”

Niall shrugs, his usual easygoing demeanor softening. “Then that’s okay, too. But just… don’t beat yourself up over it, alright? He’s an idiot, but he’d be even more of one not to see how great you are.”

You manage a small smile, but the ache in your chest doesn’t fade. Across the room, Louis throws his head back in laughter, and you drain your drink, trying not to think about what it would mean if Niall was right.

...

You’re halfway through your drink, the alcohol starting to make the room blur at the edges, when you feel someone slide into the booth beside you. It’s not Niall this time—he’s gone to the bar for another round.

“Having fun, partner?”

You don’t need to look to know it’s Louis. His voice, low and warm, cuts through the haze like a match striking in the dark.

“Loads,” you reply, your tone sharper than you intended. You focus on your glass, not him.

There’s a pause, and then he leans closer, so close you can feel the heat of him against your arm. “What’s got you in a mood, then?”

You scoff, finally turning to meet his gaze. “Why would I be in a mood?”

Louis’s brow furrows, and he studies you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Dunno. That’s why I’m asking.”

You shrug, trying to brush him off. “It’s nothing. Go back to your fans.”

Realization dawns in his expression, and his lips curve into a small smirk. “Ah, so that’s what this is about.”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” he says, his tone light but his eyes sharp. He tilts his head toward the bar, where the girls he’d been chatting with have moved on. “They’re just fans, love. Took a couple photos, had a laugh. That’s all.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you say quickly, taking another sip of your drink.

“Clearly, it does,” he counters, his voice dipping lower.

You glance at him, and the teasing edge in his expression is gone, replaced by something quieter. More serious. It makes your stomach flip, and you hate how easily he gets under your skin.

“I just don’t get how you can do it,” you murmur, the words slipping out before you can stop them. “Turn it on and off like it’s nothing.”

Louis stares at you for a moment, his blue eyes searching yours. Then he leans back slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You think it’s nothing?”

You don’t answer, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not. I just… I don’t know. It’s easier sometimes to keep it light, you know? Keeps people from expecting too much.”

Your chest tightens at his words, and you look away, focusing on the dance floor instead. It feels safer than looking at him when he’s being like this—honest and raw in a way that catches you off guard.

Louis follows your gaze, then nudges you with his shoulder. “Come on.”

“What?”

“Dance with me.”

You blink at him. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” he says, standing up and holding a hand out to you. “Unless you’re scared you can’t keep up.”

It’s a challenge, one you’d normally accept without hesitation. But tonight, there’s something heavier in the air between you, something that makes you hesitate.

“Louis…” you start, but he cuts you off.

“Just one dance, love. For old time’s sake.”

You sigh, finishing the last of your drink before placing your hand in his. His grip is warm and steady as he pulls you to your feet, leading you toward the dance floor.

The music is loud and fast, but Louis doesn’t seem to care. He spins you around dramatically, earning a laugh despite yourself, and when he pulls you close, his grin is infectious.

“There she is,” he says, his voice just loud enough for you to hear over the music. “I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me.”

“I’m not mad,” you reply, though you’re not sure it’s true.

“No?” he asks, leaning in until his lips are just inches from your ear. “Then what are you?”

The question lingers, hanging between you as the beat of the music thrums in your chest. You glance up at him, your breath catching at the way he’s looking at you—like you’re the only thing in the room that matters.

And then, as if drawn by some invisible force, your fingers tighten around his, and you let him pull you closer.

The music is deafening, the bass vibrating through your chest as Louis pulls you closer. The heat of the crowd presses in around you—sweaty bodies moving together in time with the pulsing beat—but all you can feel is him. His hand rests lightly on your waist, fingers brushing against the bare skin where your top has ridden up, and the touch sends a jolt of electricity through you.

You match his rhythm, your bodies swaying together as the lights flash and the room spins in a blur of color and sound. He leans down, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs something you can’t hear over the music. But it doesn’t matter, because the low rasp of his voice alone makes your pulse race.

Your hands find their way to his shoulders, then slide down to his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your fingertips. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and intense, and for a moment, it’s as if the entire club has faded away.

He’s looking at you like he’s never seen you before, like he’s trying to memorize every detail. And you can’t look away.

“Louis,” you manage to say, but your voice is swallowed by the music.

He doesn’t answer, just pulls you even closer, his forehead resting lightly against yours. His hand tightens on your waist, his thumb tracing slow circles against your skin, and it’s almost too much.

The air between you is charged, thick with something you can’t quite name but can’t ignore either. And when his lips brush against your temple—soft, almost tentative—it sends a shiver down your spine.

Your resolve snaps.

Without thinking, you grab his hand and tug him toward the edge of the dance floor, weaving through the crowd until you find a dark hallway leading toward the bathrooms.

“Here?” he asks, his voice rough and breathless as you pull him into the dimly lit space.

“Unless you’ve got a better idea,” you reply, your back pressing against the wall as he steps closer, crowding into your space.

He doesn’t hesitate. His hands are on your hips in an instant, his lips crashing against yours with a force that makes your head spin. It’s all heat and desperation, months of tension unraveling in a single, searing kiss.

You fist your hands in his shirt, pulling him closer, and he groans softly against your lips. The sound sends a thrill through you, and you arch into him, gasping when his mouth moves to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down your skin.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs against your throat, his voice low and strained.

But stopping is the last thing on your mind. “Don’t,” you whisper.

The noise of the club fades into a dull throb, your pulse pounding in your ears as Louis pulls you deeper into the hallway. His grip is unrelenting, his hand firm around your wrist as he guides you toward the dimly lit bathroom, the air thick with the sharp scent of alcohol and sweat. When you step inside, he doesn’t hesitate. He closes the door behind you with a soft thud, and before you can even process what’s happening, he’s already pulling you toward him, his hands sliding to the curve of your waist.

"Fuck," he breathes, his voice low, gravelly, as he looks you over. His eyes darken with something primal, raw. "I need you."

The way he says it—like there’s no choice in the matter, like he’s been waiting for this—makes your stomach flutter with anticipation. Your heart races as he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. His body presses flush against yours, the heat radiating off of him like a furnace.

You’re suddenly aware of everything—his breath against your skin, the brush of his chest against yours, the sensation of his hands sliding down to grip your thighs as he carries you toward one of the stalls. The door bangs against the wall as he kicks it open with a force that leaves you breathless. You barely register it, too caught up in the way he’s looking at you—so intensely, so urgently—that it’s like the entire world outside has ceased to exist.

Louis doesn’t give you a moment to breathe. He presses you back against the door, and the sharp click of the lock echoes in the small space. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly, deliberately, until the cool air hits your skin. The contrast of the cold on your warm body makes you gasp, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of him against you.

"God, you're perfect," he mutters under his breath, his eyes raking over you like he can’t quite believe you’re here. His mouth finds the curve of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that makes your pulse spike. He’s everywhere at once—his lips, his hands, his body—leaving no space between the two of you.

His lips trail lower, his breath hot as it brushes against your collarbone, and you can’t help but shiver, arching into him as his hands slip lower, tracing the curve of your waist and hips. “Louis,” you breathe, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“You want this,” he says, his voice rough with hunger as he presses his body into yours. His hands slide under your skirt, gripping your thighs, his thumbs brushing the inside of your legs. The sensation sends a shock of desire through you, and you tighten your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.

You’re both moving instinctively now—his body surging into yours, your hands tearing at his jeans, pushing them down just enough so you can feel the hard line of him pressing into you. You’re both breathless, desperate, as your bodies start moving together, finding a rhythm born from nothing but pure need.

The heat between you is overwhelming, suffocating. You can feel every inch of him against you, your bodies grinding together with a desperation that feels like it's been building for weeks, months even. His lips find yours again, more forcefully this time, his tongue slipping between your lips as your hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his body.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans against your mouth, his hands moving to the zipper of your skirt, tugging it down, leaving you exposed to him in the dim light.

You gasp as the cold air hits your skin, but the shock of it only fuels the fire between you. You push him back slightly, giving yourself enough room to pull off your panties, tossing them carelessly to the side. His eyes darken at the sight, and he groans again, his hands trembling slightly as they slide down your body.

“God, you’re killing me,” he mutters as he presses his body into yours again, the door rattling against the force of it. His lips trail down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, and you can’t help the moan that slips from your mouth.

“You want me?” he asks, his voice low, dangerous, as his hands slide between your bodies, his fingers brushing against you, making you gasp.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, I need you.”

And just like that, he’s pulling you closer, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force as he positions himself against you. The first thrust is slow, deliberate, but it doesn’t take long for the urgency to take over, for both of you to lose control.

Your bodies move together with a frantic rhythm, the pressure building, tightening, until you feel like you’re going to explode. The sensation is overwhelming, dizzying, and you cling to him, feeling his hands grip your skin like he’s afraid to let go. His breath comes in ragged gasps against your ear as he buries his face in your neck, his body pressing into yours with every thrust.

The world outside the stall is forgotten—there’s nothing but the sound of your breathing, the rhythm of your bodies, the urgent need to feel more.

When it happens, it’s all at once—the sharp pull of release, the sensation of your body shuddering as he groans your name, the feeling of him inside you. You lose yourself in him completely, and for a moment, the entire world falls away, leaving nothing but the raw, pulsing connection between the two of you.

For a long time, neither of you speaks. You’re both panting, trying to catch your breath as you stand there, still tangled together in the small, dimly lit stall. The air is thick, heavy with the aftermath, and the sound of the club’s music feels distant now, like it belongs to someone else’s world.

Louis rests his forehead against yours, his hands still cradling your hips as if he’s afraid to let you go. His breathing slows, but his grip on you doesn’t loosen.

“Are you okay?” he murmurs, his voice soft, the intensity from moments ago replaced with something else. Something almost tender.

You nod, your hands tracing the lines of his back, still feeling the echo of his touch. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I’m more than okay.”

And for a brief, fleeting moment, it feels like everything has shifted.

...

The morning light seeps through the curtains, casting pale slivers across the room, and you wake with a pounding headache that has everything to do with last night. As you sit up, stretching stiff muscles, your fingers graze your neck, and you freeze.

You already know what you’ll find. Your stomach flips as you rush to the mirror, pulling your hair away to reveal dark, circular marks. Hickeys. Louis’s hickeys.

Heat floods your face as the memories from last night rush back—his hands on your body, the rasp of his voice in your ear, the way he kissed you like he was starving for it. A shiver runs through you, not from regret, but from how damn good it all was.

Still, the marks are a problem. You grab your makeup bag and get to work, layering concealer and powder until they’re faint enough to be hidden by your hair. It’s not perfect, but it’ll have to do. You can’t let the others see. You can’t let anyone see.

Your phone buzzes on the counter, pulling you from your thoughts. It’s a message from Louis: "You good?"

Your heart hammers as you type back: "We need to talk."

A few minutes later, you’re knocking on his door. When it swings open, Louis is there—hair tousled, barefoot, still half-asleep, but the way he looks at you makes it clear he knows why you’re here.

“Hey,” you say, stepping inside. Your voice feels thin, unsure, but you force yourself to keep going. “About last night...”

Louis closes the door behind you and leans against it, crossing his arms. “Yeah,” he says slowly, watching you with that sharp, unreadable gaze of his.

“I woke up with... these,” you continue, gesturing toward your neck. His eyes follow the motion, a smirk twitching at his lips as he realizes what you’re talking about.

“Didn’t think I went that hard,” he teases, but there’s something softer underneath his usual playfulness. “Sorry about that.”

You let out a shaky laugh, your fingers brushing over the covered marks. “It’s fine. I covered them up, but, Louis... no one can know about this. The others would never let us live it down.”

Louis straightens, the smirk slipping into something more serious. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s probably best if we keep it between us.”

The weight of that decision settles over the room, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. Then, Louis lets out a low laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “I mean, for what it’s worth... it was a really fucking good time.”

Your breath catches, your heart flipping at the sincerity in his tone. A small, involuntary smile tugs at your lips. “Yeah,” you admit softly, meeting his gaze. “It really was.”

The tension in the room shifts—heavier, but warmer. There’s something unspoken between you, something lingering from last night, but you force yourself to push it aside.

“But it was... a one-time thing,” you say, your voice firmer now. “We were drunk, caught up in the moment. It doesn’t mean anything. Right?”

Louis hesitates, his jaw tightening ever so slightly before he nods. “Right,” he agrees, though his voice doesn’t carry the same conviction. “Just a one-time thing. We go back to normal. Friends. Bandmates. No weirdness.”

You nod, the words hanging heavy in the air. “Alright,” you say, standing and smoothing your shirt. “I’ll see you at soundcheck.”

Louis follows you to the door, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. “Yeah,” he says softly. “See you there.”

You step out into the hallway, feeling the weight of everything unspoken between you. The memory of last night burns in your mind, and as much as you tell yourself it was a mistake, a small, stubborn part of you knows it wasn’t.

And as you walk away, you know the secret you’re both keeping won’t be the hardest part. The hardest part will be pretending that you don’t want more.

...

The hotel bathroom feels impossibly small, its tiled walls closing in on you as you stare down at the pregnancy test in your trembling hands. The instructions are simple, straightforward, but they feel like a foreign language as you reread them for the third time.

Niall is waiting just outside, sitting on the edge of your hotel bed. You hadn’t planned to involve him this much, but when you decided to sneak out and buy the test earlier, he’d been the one person you trusted enough to call. Now, as the reality of what you’re about to do looms over you, you’re beyond grateful he’s here.

“Everything okay in there?” Niall’s voice drifts through the door, steady and calm.

“Yeah,” you call back, though your voice wavers. “I’m doing it now.”

“Take your time,” he replies, his tone gentle.

You follow the instructions mechanically, your heart pounding louder with every step. When it’s done, you set the test on the counter, face down, and set the timer on your phone. For a moment, you just stand there, gripping the edge of the sink to steady yourself.

When the timer buzzes, you hesitate, your hand hovering over the test.

“You good?” Niall asks from the other side of the door, the concern in his voice unmistakable.

You take a deep breath and pick up the test. The result is instant.

Pregnant.

The air rushes out of your lungs, and you open the bathroom door without even thinking. Niall is on his feet in an instant, his eyes scanning your face.

“What does it say?” he asks, his voice soft but urgent.

You hold up the test, your hand shaking. “It’s positive,” you whisper. “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, Niall just stares, processing the words. Then, he crosses the room in two quick steps and pulls you into a hug. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”

You cling to him, tears spilling over as the weight of the situation crashes down on you. After a moment, he pulls back, his hands resting on your shoulders as he studies your face.

“Do you… know who the father is?” he asks carefully.

You nod, wiping your eyes. “It’s Louis.”

Niall’s eyebrows shoot up, and his mouth falls open slightly. “Louis?”

You laugh, a short, incredulous sound that bubbles out of you before you can stop it. “Yeah. It was that night we all went out to the bar.”

Realization dawns in his eyes, and he stares at you like he’s trying to piece it together. “Wait—so… the bathroom stall?”

You groan, covering your face with your hands. “Yes, the bathroom stall,” you say, your voice muffled.

For a moment, there’s silence. Then, to your surprise, Niall starts to laugh—a low chuckle that quickly turns into full-on laughter. It’s contagious, and soon you’re laughing too, tears streaming down your face as the absurdity of it all sinks in.

“I can’t believe I’m having a baby that was conceived in a bathroom stall,” you manage to choke out, shaking your head.

Niall grins, his laughter fading into a warm smile. “Hey, at least you’ll have a good story for the kid someday.”

You snort, wiping your cheeks. “Yeah, I’m sure that’ll go over great.”

As the laughter subsides, Niall’s expression grows serious again. “You're going to have to tell Louis.”

You shake your head, the weight of that reality settling over you. “Not yet. I don’t even know how to tell him.”

Niall squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. “You don’t have to figure it out alone. I’m here, alright? Whatever you need.”

His support steadies you, and you nod, a small spark of determination flickering to life. “Thanks, Niall,” you say softly.

He smiles, giving your shoulder a final squeeze. “We’ll figure it out. One step at a time.”

...

The hotel dining room buzzes with the usual morning energy: clinking cutlery, muted conversation, and the aroma of coffee filling the air. You sit with the boys, doing your best to seem normal as you pick at a piece of toast. The nausea has become a constant companion, and exhaustion drags at you more with each passing day.

“Still not feeling well?” Liam asks, glancing at your plate with a worried frown.

You force a smile. “It’s just a bug. I’ll be fine.”

“You’ve been saying that for weeks,” Zayn points out, his tone sharper than Liam’s, though there’s concern in his dark eyes.

Harry leans back in his chair, studying you closely. “You need to see a doctor. You’re barely eating, and you look knackered.”

“Thanks, Harry,” you say dryly, hoping humor will deflect their growing concern.

Louis, who’s been uncharacteristically quiet throughout breakfast, lifts his coffee cup to his lips but says nothing. His eyes linger on you, though, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.

“I’ll be fine,” you insist again, grabbing your mug and taking a sip even though the coffee turns your stomach. “Just need some rest.”

The boys don’t look convinced, but they eventually let it drop as the conversation shifts to tour logistics. When breakfast wraps up, everyone begins dispersing to their rooms.

As you step into the hallway, Niall gently catches your arm. “Hey, can we talk for a sec?”

“Sure,” you say, letting him steer you toward a quieter section of the corridor.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Louis lingers just out of sight around the corner, pretending to check his phone.

Niall keeps his voice low as he speaks. “How are you holding up? Really.”

You glance around nervously, making sure no one is nearby. “I’m okay,” you lie, though your voice wavers. “Just... trying to figure things out.”

He frowns, clearly not buying it. “You’ve got to stop pushing yourself so hard. This isn’t just about you anymore.”

“I know,” you whisper, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s just... it’s a lot, Niall.”

“Have you thought more about telling Louis?”

The question hangs in the air, and your heart sinks. “I don’t even know where to start,” you admit. “How do I tell him that I’m pregnant and it’s his baby? That it happened in a bloody bathroom stall?”

Niall snorts, though his expression quickly turns serious again. “You’re going to have to tell him eventually. He deserves to know, and you deserve to have his support.”

“I know,” you say quietly. “I just… I’m scared, Niall. What if he freaks out? What if it changes everything between us?”

“He might freak out,” Niall says honestly. “But he’s Louis. He’ll step up. You’ve got to trust him—and yourself.”

Neither of you notice the shadow around the corner or the way Louis freezes in place, his breath catching as he processes what he just overheard.

“I’ll tell him,” you say finally, your voice shaky but resolute. “I just need to figure out how.”

Niall nods, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ve got your back.”

You manage a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Niall. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

As the two of you part ways, Louis remains rooted to his spot, his mind racing. He had only stopped to grab his jacket, not to eavesdrop—but now, he can’t unhear what’s just been revealed.

Pregnant. His baby.

The words loop in his mind, crashing over him in waves of shock and disbelief. He grips the wall for support, his heart pounding as he tries to process what this means—for you, for him, for everything.

...

The hotel suite is unusually quiet, the remnants of breakfast scattered across the coffee table as the boys lounge around. You’re absent, having slipped away earlier, and the rest of the group assumes you’re just taking some much-needed time to yourself.

Louis, however, can’t sit still. He paces the room, his jaw tight and his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. His thoughts are a jumbled mess, but one thing is clear: he needs answers.

Niall, sitting on the armrest of a couch, notices the tension radiating off Louis. “Mate, you alright?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

That’s all it takes for Louis to stop pacing and whirl around to face him. “No, Niall, I’m not alright,” he snaps, his voice sharp enough to make everyone else in the room sit up straighter.

“What’s going on?” Liam asks, frowning.

Louis ignores him, his blue eyes locked on Niall. “How long were you planning on keeping it from me?” he demands, his voice rising.

“Keeping what from you?” Niall replies carefully, though his face pales slightly.

“Don’t play dumb with me!” Louis shouts, taking a step closer. “I know. I heard you talking to her this morning.”

The room falls into stunned silence, and Zayn and Harry exchange wide-eyed looks.

“What are you talking about?” Harry finally asks, his tone laced with confusion.

Louis doesn’t even glance at him. His focus is still entirely on Niall. “She’s pregnant, isn’t she? And it’s mine.”

Niall’s mouth opens and closes a few times, but no sound comes out. The rest of the boys look utterly shell-shocked, their eyes darting between Louis and Niall.

“Is it true?” Liam asks, his voice quieter now, though no less serious.

Niall lets out a long breath, running a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t my place to tell you, Louis,” he says, his voice firm despite the guilt flickering in his eyes. “She needed time to figure out how to say it herself.”

Louis’s laugh is bitter, almost disbelieving. “Time? You don’t think I deserved to know right away? That I deserved to hear it from her—or at least someone—before overhearing you whispering about it in a bloody hallway?”

“I was just trying to be there for her,” Niall says defensively, standing now to meet Louis’s glare. “She’s scared out of her mind, Louis. This isn’t easy for her.”

“You think this is easy for me?” Louis shoots back, his voice cracking slightly. “Finding out I’m going to be a dad like this?”

The words hang in the air, heavy and raw.

Zayn leans forward, his brow furrowed. “Wait. Are you saying Y/N’s pregnant, and it’s yours?”

“Yes,” Louis snaps, throwing his arms out in frustration. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Harry sits back, his jaw slack as he processes the revelation. “Bloody hell.”

“Look, I get that you’re upset,” Niall says, his tone softer now. “But she needed time to figure things out. I was just trying to support her until she was ready to talk to you.”

“She should’ve come to me,” Louis mutters, his anger ebbing slightly but still palpable. “I deserved to know.”

“And she knows that,” Niall replies. “But she’s been scared, Louis. She didn’t want to mess everything up. She didn’t know how you’d react.”

Louis takes a deep breath, his hands raking through his hair as he processes Niall’s words. “I don’t know how to react,” he admits, his voice quieter now. “This is... massive.”

“It is,” Liam says, speaking up for the first time since the confrontation started. “But it’s not something you have to figure out alone. We’re all here for both of you.”

Louis looks around the room, his frustration slowly giving way to uncertainty. “I need to talk to her,” he says finally, more to himself than anyone else.

“Then do that,” Niall says gently. “But give her some grace, mate. She’s dealing with a lot.”

Louis nods, his expression still tense but less combative. Without another word, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving the rest of the boys in stunned silence.

...

You’re standing at the sink in your hotel bathroom, clutching the edge of the counter to steady yourself as another wave of nausea passes. The fluorescent lights buzz faintly, adding to the headache pounding at your temples.

Splashing cold water on your face, you glance at your reflection, pale and drawn. You’d thought you could keep things under control, at least for a little while longer. But the toll on your body is becoming harder and harder to hide.

A knock at the bathroom door startles you. Before you can answer, Louis’s voice cuts through.

“Y/N, it’s me. Open up.”

Your stomach twists for an entirely different reason now. His tone is firm, no trace of his usual teasing lilt. You grab a towel to pat your face dry, stalling for time.

“I’m fine, Louis,” you call back, trying to sound normal.

“I’m not leaving,” he says, and you can hear the resolve in his voice. “We need to talk.”

With a resigned sigh, you open the door. Louis is standing there, arms crossed and a look of determination on his face. The blue of his eyes is intense, searching yours for answers you’re not ready to give.

“Can we do this later?” you ask weakly.

“No,” he says, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. “I know.”

Your breath catches. “You know what?”

“I know you’re pregnant,” he says, his voice quieter now but no less firm. “And I know it’s mine.”

The air feels sucked out of the room, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him.

“How—” you start, but he cuts you off.

“I heard you and Niall talking this morning,” he admits. “I wasn’t eavesdropping—it just happened. And now I need to hear it from you. Is it true?”

You look down at your feet, your hands trembling. “Yes,” you whisper.

Louis exhales sharply, leaning back against the door as he runs a hand through his hair. “How long have you known?”

“About a week,” you admit, your voice barely audible. “I wasn’t sure at first, but I took a test. Niall’s the only one I told.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, his voice cracking slightly. “Why did I have to find out like this?”

Tears prick at your eyes, and you sink onto the closed toilet lid. “I didn’t know how to, Louis,” you confess. “It’s not exactly an easy thing to bring up. And I didn’t know how you’d react. I was scared.”

“Scared of me?” he asks, his brows knitting together.

“No,” you say quickly. “Not of you. Just... of everything. What this means for us, for the band. I didn’t want to ruin everything.”

Louis crouches down in front of you, his hands resting on your knees. The unexpected tenderness in the gesture makes your chest tighten.

“You’re not ruining anything,” he says softly, his voice steadier now. “But you can’t shut me out of this. I deserve to know what’s going on, Y/N. This is my baby too.”

The weight of his words hits you, and you nod, wiping at your eyes. “I know. I’m sorry, Louis. I was just... trying to figure it all out.”

“Well, you don’t have to do it alone anymore,” he says, his hands squeezing your knees gently. “We’ll figure it out together.”

You look up at him, surprised by the conviction in his voice. “You mean that?”

“Of course I do,” he says, a small, reassuring smile tugging at his lips. “We might not have planned this, but it’s happening. And I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time in days, a flicker of hope sparks in your chest. “Thank you,” you whisper.

Louis stands, offering you his hand. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get out of this bathroom. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

You take his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. And for the first time, you feel like maybe, just maybe, you won’t have to face this alone.

Louis doesn’t let go of your hand as he leads you out of the bathroom, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed. He stays standing for a moment, running a hand through his hair as if trying to gather his thoughts. When he finally sits beside you, he turns to face you fully, his expression serious but gentle.

“I know this probably feels overwhelming,” he starts, his voice softer now. “But I need you to know something. I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. Not now, not ever.”

Tears prick your eyes again, and you bite your lip, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his words. “Louis, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupts firmly. “This isn’t about what I have to do. This is my baby, and you... you’re everything to me.”

Your breath catches, and you stare at him, unsure if you heard him correctly. “What do you mean?”

He exhales deeply, a small, nervous smile tugging at his lips. “I mean I’ve been in love with you for ages, Y/N. I’ve just been too much of a coward to say it.”

“Louis...”

He laughs softly, though there’s a trace of vulnerability in his eyes. “It’s true. I’ve hidden behind all the jokes and the flirting because I was terrified you didn’t feel the same. I thought if I said something, I’d ruin what we have. And then that night at the club happened, and I thought maybe... but you said it was a mistake, and I didn’t want to push.”

You shake your head, a tear slipping down your cheek. “It wasn’t a mistake,” you admit, your voice trembling. “I only said that because I was scared. Scared of ruining what we have, just like you were. But I’ve been in love with you too, Louis. For so long.”

His eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks utterly stunned. “You mean that?”

“Yes,” you whisper, reaching for his hand. “I mean it.”

He lets out a soft, incredulous laugh, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “All this time, we’ve been dancing around each other like idiots.”

You laugh too, though it’s choked with emotion. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

The two of you sit there for a moment, letting the weight of the truth settle between you. Then Louis’s grin turns mischievous, his blue eyes sparkling.

“Can you believe our kid’s going to have the most ridiculous conception story ever?” he says, his voice teasing.

You can’t help but laugh, the tension breaking slightly. “Conceived in a bathroom stall at a nightclub,” you say, shaking your head. “That’s not exactly the romantic story you tell at family gatherings.”

Louis chuckles, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “No, but it’s our story,” he says, his tone softening again. “And I wouldn’t change it for anything.”

The warmth in his gaze makes your heart swell, and before you can overthink it, you lean in. Louis meets you halfway, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s nothing like the heated, impulsive one from that night. This one is slow, deliberate, and full of everything you’ve both been holding back.

When you finally pull apart, he rests his forehead against yours, his hand still cradling your face. “I’m all in, Y/N,” he says quietly. “For you, for this baby. For everything.”

A tear slips down your cheek, but this time it’s one of relief, not fear. “Me too,” you whisper.

The two of you sit there in the quiet, holding each other as the enormity of the moment settles in. For the first time in weeks, you feel like everything might just be okay.

...

Part 2

[thementalshawty]

PAC Meeting Your Next Partner/Lover

Hello! I’m back with another PAC this time I’m only giving a little information the rest will be on my patreon which I’m happy to share that I finally have a new member of my madhouse patreon and for them they shall get the most detail from this reading on there, I was so shocked, and surprised in the best way! I didn’t think that anyone would honestly, so thank you madhouse patient member! If you’d like to sign up for my patreon to get the full details of this reading and any new reading coming out the link is below this! Now this reading will be a little about the meeting between you and your next partner/lover/SO (Significant Other), on Patreon it’ll be a message from them as well so that’s for my patients only. Remember this is a general reading not a personal one take what resonates and like water let the rest roll off! Choose an emoji and let’s get into the Meeting!

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When you first meet your partner I feel like they’re going to notice you way before you notice them and they’ll be following you around, stalking you lowkey, kind of keeping a safe distance to observe you before making their presence known to you. They most likely found you so fuccin attractive! You’ll be very playful with them during the meeting, you’ll be teasing and poking fun at them, lightly roasting but all in good fun, I think that some of you are aggressive with your flirting (I am) but I am hearing that they are going to love it thooooooo, absolutely go fucking ape shit over the fact that you’re funny and you roasting them. They’ll roast you back, I’m hearing this person will be able to keep up with you. Some of my P1’s I’m hearing the word MOST, so MOST of my P1’s have trouble making connection only cos you feel misunderstood? In communication? I’m not sure but it’s hard for you to make connections with others so you’re not going to believe and some of my p1 may try to light roast as a way to self sabotage, but it won’t work, this person loves and can handle that attitude of yours p1! This person you will automatically be atttacted tool sexually, some in this pile will be FWB with their person before a relationship even starts only cos the vibes are so intense and lustful and that’s okay first and foremost don’t feel bad or not go for it! Be their FWB! You’ll be getting to know each other, it won’t be just sex, it’ll just be sex fueled but again that’s just the beginning stages. Sometimes emotions take over first other times it’s physical urges, I’m feeling the need to justify it as if someone will be against it and hey it’s your life but you have NOTHING to feel ashamed of P1! GO 👏🏽 FOR 👏🏽 IT 👏🏽!!

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P2

When you first meet them they’ll have a bit of an attitude that day and more so kind of cold and standoffish not really saying much and it’s cos they’re having a shitty day before meeting you. They’re a business owner in some way and they’ll be bragging and showing off about how they own a company and how great it is. This person has a huge ego. Friends will introduce you two to each other, maybe your friends works for them, your friends could be friends with them? I am seeing friends setting you two up, some of you they know of you already, like in p1 they’re afraid to make a move towards you but I’m seeing this is more about them not knowing how to approach you which can lead to why your friends introduce you two. When you two will be having your conversation, they may get pulled away to talk to someone else about business or something but you’re not going to like that. You’re going to be jealous whenever they’re talking to anyone else but you, I’m seeing you feeling a little possessive over them you want their attention all on you! It’s actually kind of cute, I’m not sensing anything cringey or anything. They’ll be bragging so much about their successes and wins and how much money they have, they have a lot of money, p1 was rich but your person p2 is hella wealthy!!! My p2 you will be going through a rough time in your life when you meet this person. P1 it was their partner but with you guys it’s you who’ll be going through a rough patch in your life, dealing with drama I heard. You’ll drink, party, smoke, and get lit with them, I’m seeing some of you even dancing with them, close asfcc. It’ll be such a vibe. I’m seeing a couple meeting ina club and the lights are low and the music is playing and they’re dancing slow and close and it’s like everyone disappears. Because of their bragging and their image and wealth you’ll have some pre-judgements about them.

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P3

I’m seeing that when they will be talking to others engaging in other conversations it’ll make you feel a little bit peeved and jealous. When you two are getting to know each other they’ll be stalking you, not in a aggressive way but I’m seeing them lurking on your page or randomly showing up wherever you are so you guys can “coincidentally” interact with each other, it’s actually sweet. Like p2 you and your partner will have a deep long conversation, I don’t see it being hella emotional or soul revealing but I do see it being a long impactful conversation you two are alone having. You are going to be shocked and awe over who this person is. You had an expectation of them and it can be because of you judging them due to past pain but they prove you wrong for judging them prematurely. “You’re not what I expected!” That’s the vibe of you meeting especially on your end. During the conversation you’ll say something triggering to them, not seeing them get mad more so shocked anyone said that too them. They’ll notice you first across room and played it cool waiting for the best moment to approach you. Uh oh 😕 soo this I’m not really liking, you two will trauma bond instantly, this gives me karmic soulmate vibes. You two may argue with them p3, this by far is the toughest pile which again makes me feel this is a karmic connection. You two definitely get off on the wrong foot in some way during your meeting it can be the triggering thing you said to them. Some of you may be traveling, vacationing, or some even overseas. Will be making them giggle, laugh and blush ☺️ . Unforgettable meeting.

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[inuyashaluver]

Hi bestie!! Love ur fics smmmm

If you have time do you think you could write one for Niamh Charles? Maybe something like she has a secret gf and her teammates find out! Ilyyy

secret - niamh charles

niamh charles x reader

description: in which niamh’s secret relationship with you gets discovered at a team bonding night when they see the two of you locking lips in the corner

warnings: swearing

a/n: hiya bestie!! thanks for the love and request omg ily, enjoy!! ❤️

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you and your girlfriend, niamh met in the england u17 team, you getting signed just a couple months behind her. you’ve always been really shy, niamh the exact opposite. it took her over 5 months to get you to even have a conversation longer than 10 minutes.

honestly, at first, she thought you didn’t like her, as you never looked her in the eyes without looking away quickly with flushed cheeks. you only talked to her when necessary and she couldn’t take it. she was so intrigued by you, honestly having a fat crush on you, without knowing that you felt exactly the same - hence why you couldn’t talk to her, you were just scared of messing up your words and embarrassing yourself.

one day, niamh was sitting with alessia and chatting with her, when suddenly, her favourite girl came and sat next to her, letting out a small “hi” with a shy smile. niamh snapped her head towards you with a bright smile, “hey” she breathes out.

alessia watched the interaction and grinned at the two of you, claiming ella was calling for her and she rushed to stand up and run away from you two, the two of you didn’t acknowledge her, only looking at each other with bright smiles.

you both talked and laughed with one another, niamh was so excited that you were finally talking to her, your shy smile making her heart leap out of her chest. over time, the two of you kept talking, smiling and laughing with each other. the two of you getting more connected with each other and becoming more physically intimate.

and without anyone’s knowledge, by the time she was 19 and you 18, you started dating. everyone genuinely thought you were just best friends pining over each other. if only they knew, when no one was around, the two of you would be making out and quickly pulling away when someone came in. even your closest friends truly believed the two of you were just clueless idiots.

it was honestly amazing how the two of you hid your relationship in the beginning stages, almost getting caught a couple of times when niamh left a hickey on the top side of your neck, seen when the two of you were training with the u20 teams. “oi! you’ve been in contact with vampires have you?” ella exclaims during training, everyone’s eyes on you, including your girlfriend who had pink cheeks. everyone breaks out into chatter, teasing you relentlessly as you push people away from you when they ask who it was.

ella and alessia walk up to niamh, “you jealous, niamhy, someone’s got your girl” ella says with a grin, shoving her lightly on the shoulder as niamh shakes her head. niamh’s eyes never left you, you were currently sprinting around the field with the rest of the girls chasing you. “i still think she likes you, niamh, don’t stop trying” alessia says sympathetically, niamh fakes sadness, nodding along with her words. if only they knew, she was the one that gave it to you the night before.

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now in present days, you and niamh get called up for the england senior team as well as signing with chelsea together. your relationship was still a ‘secret’ but not intentionally, both of you still getting teased relentlessly about it by all your teammates, all of them still thinking you’re just best friends who flirt and touch each other affectionately.

the thing is, the relationship wasn’t necessarily a secret, the two of you weren’t really hiding it anymore, both of you assuming everyone would catch on. now that you were both older, your lingering touches and kisses on the forehead and cheek should have said it all, but everyone in the woso community didn’t think anything of it, as the two of you were always like that with each other.

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the lionesses were overseas in australia for the world cup, the team having down time and deciding to watch a movie all together in the training facility. you and niamh were in the change room alone, you told niamh to go first, both of you having a little make out session as you pushed her out the door. holding onto her hoodie while walking her backwards, she whined when you pulled away from her.

“be quick, baby!” you grin and nod at her, giving her another quick peck, quickly giving her a smack on her backside when she turned from you, “cheeky” she winks at you walking to where the rest of the girls were. you quickly had a shower, wearing one of niamh’s hoodies and a pair of her shorts. surely people would have picked up on this but everyone thought it was normal - literally how?

you walk towards the room to see your girlfriend sitting on a beanbag at the back of the room, the rest of the team engrossed in the scary movie on the screen. niamh perks up seeing you, smiling brightly when she takes in your appearance. you give her a soft smile, walking up to her and gesturing for her to move over so you could sit. she shakes her head and taps the top of her thighs, wanting you to sit on her lap.

you shake your head gently at her and sit sideways on her lap, niamh immediately holding your waist with one hand and running the other one over your bare legs. she smiles up at you, bumping your nose with hers, giggling when you place a quick kiss on hers. you lean into her, holding on of her hands and playing with her fingers, both of you focusing on the movie for a second before you puffed out an exhale, niamh giggled because she knew you were bored.

you move your head slightly to place a kiss on niamh’s neck, smirking when she slightly squirms under you. she looks at you with blown out eyes, a suggestive smile evident on her lips. you grab the base of her neck to pull her closer to you, “focus on the movie, niamhy baby” you whisper and she swallows the lump in her throat. she tries to focus on the movie but the trail of kisses you’re leaving on her neck is extremely distracting.

she looks around, noticing all her teammates are still extremely focused on the movie, a couple screaming at a scary part. she tugs a piece of your hair back, your eyes now looking into hers. you smile at her innocently and her heart is beating so fast.

she moves your head to place a kiss on your lips, it was supposed to be short and sweet but both of you got so caught up in it. another make out session quickly progressing, “sit properly, baby” she grips your hips and gestures for you to straddle her lap, immediately giving into her and wrapping your arms around her neck, playing with her hair that was now down. you both would do anything for each other.

you both continue to kiss, her tongue infiltrating your mouth and you give her a small whine of appreciation. her gripping your hips tightly to show how much she liked it. your mind was completely hazy, you were so focused on niamh, nothing else mattered at this moment.

niamh hears a loud scream coming from the opposite side of the room, assuming it was the movie but the lights get turned on and loud cheers and chatter are heard by niamh. she pulls away from you confused, holding your body close to her protectively. you frown at her and then take in the situation. you didn’t move from niamh, only moving closer to her when you see the wide eyes and smiles from your teammates, all of them looking at you in disbelief.

“what the fuck is going on here!” leah starts, a grin evident on her face. you look at niamh, making eye contact with each other before looking back at the rest of your team. “you two finally got the balls to make a move huh?” ella teases, you quirk your eyebrows at her, moving to stand up and pulling niamh up with you. her arm tightly wrapped around you as she holds you to her chest.

“i think you guys are confused” you start, you weren’t the shy girl they knew too well, you were speaking with full confidence. everyone looked at you expectedly. niamh places a quick kiss on your cheek for encouragement, smiles going unmissed by the team.

“niamh and i have been dating for a while” you say with a soft smile, holding onto the hands wrapped around your waist. everyone looks at you surprised, numerous “since when!” and “what the fuck” heard all around the room. you look back at niamh over your shoulder and she speaks up this time.

“guys, she’s been my girl this whole time” she says with a bright smile and a giggle, “we’ve been dating since this one was 18” she gives you a squeeze, nudging her head at you.

alessia was the first to speak up, “so you were the hickey giver!” niamh immediately protests, “fuck off! she did too!” you laugh brightly at her, “sorry guys, we thought you knew, we’re very lovey dovey” you say apologetically to everyone.

“we just thought you were idiots, who would have thought you were dating?” ella says with a bright smile. niamh sways you both side to side, everyone looking at you both with soft smiles, finally knowing why the two of you were so affectionate.

the team were now piecing together all the obvious signs that you were dating. both of you always had kiss swollen lips and messy hair when you emerged from the change rooms together, everyone felt stupid.

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“i thought they knew the whole time?” you say to niamh, sitting next to her on the bus on the way to the match with your legs in her lap again. “me too, baby, i thought we were obvious” you nod in agreement with her. “it’s because you didn’t kiss me here enough” she taps her lips mockingly and you raise your brows at her, “oh really?” you smirk and she nods frantically, “i think you better make up for lost time” she shrugs, giggling when you immediately place your lips on hers.

she immediately deepens it, both of you only focusing on each other again. alessia and ella, sitting behind you immediately start wolf whistling while watching you. you turn to glare at them and they immediately stop, you’ve always had a mean glare ever since the youth teams, they knew better than to try you right now.

niamh leans down to whisper in your ear, “not my shy girl anymore, are you, baby?” giving you a kiss on the shell of your ear. you place a hand on her cheek, “it’s all your fault, charles” tutting at her.

she gives you a cheeky smile, giving you a quick peck on your lips before you snuggle into her, both of you taking a quick nap. everyone fangirling over you, taking photos while both of you cuddled and slept on the bus, letting the both of you rest until the match.

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niamhcharles17: it has come to our attention that none of you knew we were dating but i’ve loved this girl since i was 17 so, here’s the confirmation! @/yourname

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yourname: my niamhy baby, well i’ve loved you since i was 16 so beat that

↳ niamhcharles17: well i asked you out first

↳ yourname: i’m shyyyyyyyyyy

↳ niamhcharles17: whatever you say, baby

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[brotherwtf]

So I read @stereobone wartime drag au (losing my mind, by the way) and it got me thinking about a modern mota au where Gale is a drag queen at the club where John is a go-go dancer

A little drabble below the cut

John really needed a job. At this point, he was willing to do anything for some money, but he never suspected that Curt would come to him with a go-go dancing position at a nearby club. John was hesitant at first; he didn't know much about the club scene or dancing in general. Curt reassured him, though, that the dancers and the "girls" would help him feel more comfortable and make him feel at home.

John's first couple of days dancing were not... uncomfortable, but were enjoyable and fun at the end of the night. The tips, and the drinks, were flowing and John would feel emboldened more and more at the end of each night. The other go-go dancers, Douglass, Hambone, and Demarco, quickly accepted John as a dancer and started cracking jokes with him. Everyone, including Curt, kept mentioning "the girls" when talking to John about advice, but every time he just laughs along like he understands. There were no female go-go dancers at this club, at least that John knew about, so he just pretended to know what was going on when the other dancers mentioned them.

One night, the club was buzzing more than usual, and the dancers were kicked out of the large dressing room they usually occupied. John started to fuss, complaining that his pre-show ritual was ruined (AKA drinking four shots and flirting with anyone with a pulse) and that he wouldn't get as many tips as usual. Douglass overhears his whining and laughs out loud.

"Don't expect that many tips tonight. It's all going towards the girls,"

John finally snaps, frustrated that he still doesn't understand these mysterious "girls" everyone was talking about.

"Who are 'the girls'! Jesus, all I hear about is how amazing they are and I don't fucking know who they are!"

The dancers in the dressing room look at John almost incredulously. Hambone is the first to break and burst out laughing.

"Come on, Bucky. It ain't that serious. There's a big drag show every Saturday, and we call them 'the girls'. You'll meet them tonight,"

John shifts in his chair and shrugs his shoulders dejectedly. He's ashamed he didn't suspect that drag queens would frequent a gay club; he's seen some patrons in drag before. He just never suspected that the spotlight would be off of him.

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John danced like he normally did that night, not wanting to let "the girls" distract him. He didn't really know what to expect when it came to the drag show; he had never been a part of the club scene before he was thrown into it as a dancer. After the first number of flipping and splitting to high energy songs, John found he was able to tune it out easily enough. After the fourth girl threw herself off the stage into the crowd, John rolled his eyes and kept up with his routine.

During the break after a particularly violent lip sync, John is too busy grabbing the tips by his feet that he barely notices the lights dimming on the stage. He notices when he stands up to start his routine again that the music has slowed to something sultry and sensual. It grabs his attention and he turns towards the stage. The other dancers in the club have stopped dancing, and John notices that they're all turned to the stage, also entranced by the sudden change in energy.

The red curtains are closed and a long, pale, leg shoots between the fold and a slender, nailed hand delicately traces the length of it. The music crescendos and the curtain is thrown open by a queen that John is almost immediately entranced by. They have long, slender legs, that they peek out from behind a silk white robe. Their makeup is demure, but John can still call it sexy, with bright blue eyes that pierce through the crowd. It didn't look like they were wearing a wig; their soft blonde curls gently falling over their forehead.

John cannot take his eyes off of the performer and ignores the shiny grin that Hambone throws him from his dancing podium.

The music is sexy and makes something stir deep in John's stomach. The queen's piercing eyes roam the crowd and land on John, winking and keeping their gaze trained on John's face. The music slows and they throw the silk robe they're wearing towards John and it lands at his feet. He takes it in his hands and the queen keeps their eyes trained on him as they walk down the stage stairs towards John. The robe reveals a stoned bodice that show off the queen's legs and arms. They're obviously feminine, but have the strength and masculinity that intrigues John.

The queen stops in front of John's dancing podium, extending a slender hand towards him in an invitation to pull them up. John obliges, bringing the slender queen up to the narrow podium and pulling them against his chest. The queen gracefully pulls a bill from John's back pocket and places it between his teeth. They take John's hands and place it on the back of their bodice.

"Why don't you take it off of me, honey?" They ask, voice uncharacteristically low and husky.

John almost gasps, taking the dainty zipper in his hands and pulling it downward. The bodice falls to the floor, and reveals a thin, slender body with a white panty hugging their slim waist. The queen leans in towards John's face and he holds his breath, thinking that they're going to kiss him. They demurely grab the bill in between John's teeth with their own front teeth, taking it into their mouth. A similar feeling stirs in his stomach as the music finally slows to stop and the queen turns to the audience and poses against John like he's part of the scenery.

The audience cheers raucously as the host comes back on the stage and announces the next performer. The queen looks back at them almost nervously, which makes John's stomach turn. After the whole performance, it appears the queen only has the sultry behavior while the music is playing.

John bends down and hands the white robe back to them.

"What's your name, doll?" John asks, purposely grazing his hand against the queen's.

They flush, uncharacteristically, and throw the robe over their shoulders.

"Gale," They say simply.

John chuckles, helping Gale down from the podium.

"Well, Gale, that isn't quite the name for someone as beautiful as you, is it?" He says.

Gale glares at him playfully and still hasn't let go of John's hand.

"Well why don't we go back to my dressing room and talk about names there, huh?" Gale says, the familiar flirtatious tone back in his voice.

He turns and looks over his shoulder, gesturing his head towards a door that exits the club, and John follows him like an infatuated puppy.

[myseungsunglove]

All the Little Things | Ksm

Pairing: Seungmin x reader

Warnings: none really, just fluffy lovey dovey feelings

Word Count: 625

𖠫Summary: You fall in love with all the little things Kim Seungmin does.

✎A/N✎: I just really adore Kim Seungmin and started making a list. The moment you realize adoration has turned to love, it can really punch you in the gut. This is more a labor of love for me than a fic for everyone else, so if it’s not your cup of tea, that’s okay with me.

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「© November 4, 2023 by myseungsungheart」

You’re not sure you can pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with Kim Seungmin, but as you sit here gazing at him from across the room, his hair a little disheveled, a soft gleam of sweat clinging to his neck, you know in this moment you have 100% fallen in love with him. There is no denying it. No escaping it. You love Kim Seungmin with every fiber of your being.

It’s funny because even though it’s hitting you like a ton of bricks right now, it’s like it’s always been there. You’ve always known you loved him or at the very least you’ve always known you’d fall for him.

How could you not? His love is evident in every little thing he does.

You fell in love with all the little things.

When your eyes meet in the middle of an interview, no words are exchanged, and a soft, mischievous smile appears on his face just from looking at you.

When he effortlessly makes everyone around him laugh and smile.

When everyone can’t help but praise and adore him.

When he lovingly gives the members his special brand of attention. Whether it’s him praising Jisung’s hard work and dedication to his craft or teasing him about not missing him even when he does, or the way he quietly compliments Minho’s beauty and does everything in his power to make him smile. When he’s making sure Chan eats well and thinks of himself too. The way he lets Felix cuddle up to him and break down his walls or when he tortures Binnie relentlessly but has an absolute look of adoration on his face. He melts so easily when Hyunjin compliments him, even though he is extremely confident, it’s like he can’t imagine that anyone would think the things about him that Hyunjin does. The brotherly bond of he and Jeongin is the most precious. He wants so badly to be someone’s Hyung, and Jeongin adorably succumbs to his antics.

When he’s dedicated to keeping his vocal lesson at the end of the day, even though he’s already had a hellacious schedule.

When he stays late after a grueling dance practice, perfecting every step because he doesn’t want anyone to think he isn’t a good enough dancer. .

When he takes your hand in his on the couch in the waiting room, mindless rubbing circles on the top of your hand while he jokes around with the boys.

When he kisses you tenderly right before you both step on stage, your own good luck ritual.

When he smiles big and bright at STAYS and teases them at concerts.

When he sings with a passion that takes your breath away.

When he flirts with you on stage, winking at you from afar or letting his hand graze you lovingly as you pass each other while singing

When he raps with a confidence that makes him the sexiest man alive.

When he stands close to you during your ending ments at a concert, his shoulder subtly pressed against yours, his hand often skimming the small of your back for support, as you try not to cry telling STAYS how thankful you are for them.

When he pulls you close to him, cuddling you while you ride quietly back to your apartment.

When he whispers I love you for no reason at all, but then to see you turn pink and look at him with big doe eyes.

When he confides in you that he is struggling and needs your help to power through.

When he tells you that you’re his source of strength.

When he tells you you’re the most talented human on the planet and he doesn’t know why you chose him.

When he gets all shy when the members tease him about how whipped he is for you.

When he gets bold and isn’t afraid to prove just how whipped he is for you.

It’s all the little things that add up and make you realize you love Kim Seungmin. And because of those little things, you know he loves you too.

It’s a feeling you never want to let go.

[ohanny]

change host club show

part 3/3

part 1

part 2

sailub as the dj

sailub got his start as a club dj with benz’s mother and even though his popularity exploded, he has stayed loyal. while he he has a contract with a record label and does the occasional tour and festival gig, in bangkok he performs exclusively at her clubs. in order to create hype for the relaunch, benz decides to bring sailub in. sadly sailub does not think benz the estranged son deserves any kind of family discount so after their appearance fee negotiations, benz has to go cry in the bathroom for a bit. while sailub used to be a big party boy back in the day, he took it a bit too far and is now totally sober but as anyone who has been to nightclubs totally sober knows, it can be a pain in the ass which makes him slightly grumpy.

pon as the new kid

pon is already a bit of an influencer. while stuck at home during the pandemic he started doing product review videos on tiktok and sort of blew up but he's not in lockdown anymore and he feels like he's going nowhere. he misses people. he wants the attention in person. so when he sees the flyer for an open audition at the host club, he figures he could try it out. it seems like easy enough of a gig and his most watched videos are kpop dance covers so he shows up, shakes some ass and flirts a bit. then he almost screws it all up by throwing a tantrum when a sceptical benz asks for his birth certificate because no way he is 29. luckily a bit of diva just makes benz go “oh, you'll fit right in” and “how do you feel about fire?” because, as mentioned, benz has a vision and it might involve flaming whips.  

lee as the jack of all trades

lee showed up to install the security cameras and sort of… never left. he does anything and everything from watching the cameras to barbacking to entertaining guests. he is absolutely the biggest gossip in the place and plays both sides by snitching to benz and then relaying everything benz says to babe. you simply can't tell him anything unless you want everyone to know it but, like, not in a malicious way. he's just a chronic yapper. they love him for it. currently interning under pop who has a vision of his own that revolves around putting lee in a dress.

bonus:

nut: i think garfield is trying to find a sugar daddy

benz: sounds fake. that would take an actual effort.

nut: he asked two of my friends about how much money they make and if they're allergic to cats.

benz: …

garfield: well, i don't want to work forever

nut: girl, you barely work, period

garfield: if i have to leave my bed and put some pants on, it counts as work

the story of how lee became a star goes a little like this: pon is warming up to go do his dance performance but twists his ankle five minutes before call time and it's a disaster. the house is packed, topten is home with the flu and someone needs to step up. lee basically jumps up and down going “me, me, me!” and, literally out of options, benz says “you know what? fuck it. go for it.” no one knows quite what to expect but after a mad scramble to steal booty shorts from pon and butcher one of garfield’s fur coats, lee gags everyone with a drag race finale worthy lipsync performance of lisa’s money. the second he exits the stage pop is on him, asking him if he can do the same in heels.

mistress poppy’s shot special: she will put a sugarcane straw in your mouth and tell you to hold it between your teeth. then she will bend you over and spank your ass. if the straw remains uncracked, you get your free shot. initially benz was horrified by this because free booze? in this economy? not very capitalism, not mindful at all. but then pop demonstrated his ass slapping skills on benz and he quickly changed his mind. (he also didn’t sit down for three days but that's neither here nor there.)

for charlie’s 21st birthday, babe climbed on the bartop and went full coyote ugly, doing unspeakable things with a soda gun. it was the first and last time he performed like that. michael almost killed him for defiling his bar.

benz would actually pay onlyoneof to come do libido instead of stealing the choreo. no shade.

[bihanarms]

JACK KRAUSER DATING HC’s

Dating Headcannon.

it’s my first one pls be indulgent.

• I see Jack being with someone independent and strong, someone who would impress him.

• If he meets his partner in the field (well before the events of RE4), I think he would probably be attracted to a partner who is competent and efficient, someone who stands out. He would underestimate/ignore you at first encounter, but after seeing you in action or during training, he would be pleasantly surprised and start to be intrigued.

• If he meets you outside, he would prefer a strong, independent woman who lives alone and can take care of herself. I think he would also like someone sporty, not someone obsessed with sports or necessarily muscular in appearance, but someone who enjoys staying fit.

• If the person is not athletic, I don't think it would bother him, but they would need to accept his strict routine because he has a REALLY strict one due to his physical condition (wakes up early, goes to bed early, probably strict meals with occasional indulgences).

• Honestly, Jack is 99% dedicated to his job and wouldn't have time to go flirt or pursue anyone on his own. Against all odds, I don't think he would make the first move; I imagine it would be the opposite. His partner would have to catch his attention subtly, with lots of eye contact or something like that.

• He would definitely go for the calm type, someone with a mysterious aura. Calm but not easily pushed around, he needs someone who can hold their own and has a quick wit. Because he's definitely the type who "teases you when he likes you" once he's somewhat attached, and he would definitely want his partner to be able to respond to his banter.

• Someone disciplined and polite. Being in the military, nothing is more important to him than that. Keep your manners, as he detests disrespect above all else.

• In the early stages of the relationship, he definitely wouldn't be the type to compliment or open up quickly, even though he thinks it deep down and it would probably be written all over his face how beautiful he finds his partner, but no words would come out of his mouth.

* Do I look fine in that dress?

* Hm. (obviously you do)

• Whether you meet at the army or outside, he would definitely hide his mercenary activities from you at the beginning. Not because he's afraid of being judged, because honestly he doesn't give a damn about what people think of him, but he wouldn't take the risk of involving you in other dangerous things. Plus, he can't stand questions or you prying into his affairs.

• He's definitely not the type of guy to forbid you from dressing a certain way or going out. I really think he would be the type to think, "Look how beautiful my girl is. Would you like her to be yours? Well, no, only MY HANDS have the right to touch her."

• TRUST above all else. Honestly, even when it comes to going out, nothing is forbidden. If you want to have fun outside, go ahead, he probably won't join you because he's not very comfortable with society, but he won't forbid you either because he trusts you. However, break that trust once and it's over. NO TIME TO WASTE, not much into second chances at that level. If you betray him, fine, but the guy vanishes in an instant.

• As the relationship progresses, he becomes more tactile. He's 100% into booty slaps and squeezing at every possible opportunity. He finds it amusing.

• If he comes home with an injury or something, and you bombard him with questions right away, he'll get annoyed and tell you to leave him alone and that he doesn't need help.

- Yeah, whatever, stop being stubborn and let me see.

But since you're persistent, he will let you at least take care of his injury. He won't admit it, but he loves the concerned look on your face when you're treating him. It makes him feel important.

• Most of your arguments would be due to his communication issues, for sure.

• But it's not like he's a guy who likes to argue, but it can happen, and when it does, he needs someone who isn't afraid to tell him that they disagree with him. It's not in his interest to have someone who just blindly agrees with everything he says.

• You're definitely the first one to say "I love you," even if he doesn't respond at first, it's not because he doesn't feel it.

• He needs someone understanding and patient with him.

• After a lot of time, he will probably start opening up about his feelings and tell you how beautiful you are and how much you mean to him.

• He will become increasingly protective as you confide in each other, and he will probably want to beat up anyone who gives you trouble.

Some cute details:

* He loves it when you massage his back. Your hands are really gentle, and he enjoys it a lot.

* He enjoys lifting you up and carrying you to give you a kiss.

* Definitely the type of guy to grab you by the neck before kissing you.

* If you want to have a pet, he would definitely be reluctant at first, but once it’s there, he will inevitably grow attached to it.

* He will playfully engage in combat moves with you whenever possible, taking you down, etc. (while being careful), and it amuses him.

* If you're sad, he may not be the best at finding solutions or talking, but he will be there for you physically, with lots of cuddles.

In bed.

(I won't go into too much detail since it's not my thing to write about that, but here's what I think)

* Very respectful, definitely not the type to rush you if you're not ready.

* Very much into consent and respect (thankfully, pls stop writing imagine with a forced relationship).

* Sometimes rough, sometimes gentle. It depends on what you like and his mood.

* He loves seeing your face.

* It's asking too much for him to keep his hands off your butt.

* He enjoys teasing.

* He loves to dominate you, but seeing you on top of him from time to time also gives him thrills.

AND THAT’s it. Hope you like it :)

[im-a-marion3tt3]

Without it, I'm nobody

Phantom gets more hurt than he's letting on.

"I'm fine, really," Phantom brushed off, acting as if nothing had happened. He had gotten a little playful in his guitar play but when he'd gone down in a stretch. And that's when he felt it, a ripping sensation in his thigh. It was like old elastic in a sock finally cracked. At first, Phantom's leg had only been numb but since then, the pain has only gotten worse. It was hard to bear any weight at all and even walk. Still though, he couldn't let it actually affect him. They had just finished rehearsal and they performed later that night.

"Rory, really, I'll be okay. I'm flexible, shit happens, it barely hurts, okay?" Phantom told the other ghoul, offering her a toothy smile to try and seal the deal; and hide the ache that only seemed to grow. Aurora gave him a knowing look and just shook her head, moving to whisper something to Dew who then told Rain. All three gave Phantom the same look before they turned away from them. It made him feel hot under the collar, hating to feel like he was disappointing anyone.

The show went like it always did. They danced around, performed, flirted, sang and played around. Phantom did his best to look perfectly natural though the longer the night went on, the more pain he was in. It started in his thigh then went down to his knee before snaking back up in his hips and arse. He wanted to scream, to cry, to curl up into a ball and fall asleep to prevent himself from feeling anything. Instead of doing either of those things, though, Phantom dropped to his knees in front of Dewdrop, playfully opening up his mouth and sticking out his tongue. Dewdrop grabbed the back of his head and humped the air before walking off.

As Phantom went to stand up though, a shooting pain shot through his leg, causing him to gasp and screw up the cord. He all but felt more of his leg tear, tears pricking in his eyes as he bit back a yelp of pain. Swiss looked down at him, concerned, though Phantom just felt judgment though.

Regardless, the young ghoul was stuck in that position. It wasn't until Rain noticed and came over, wrapping an arm around Phantoms torso and carefully pulling the smaller ghoul to his feet that he finally was standing. His legs screamed in pain but he put on a happy face and continued. Phantom acted fine up until they finally walked off stage. Once no one could see them, he collapsed to the ground, pulling his leg to his chest, trying to get the pain to stop.

"Hey, hey, Phy, talk to us, what's going on?" Swiss asks as Rain reaches down and carefully picks Phantom up in a bridal hold, making sure to not put pressure on his injured leg.

"It's his leg, the one he hurt during rehearsal," Rain said softly, holding the crying ghoul as he made his way to his dressing room. Aurora, Swiss, and Dewdrop followed him into the small room, concerned to high hell. They stood against the wall, wanting to be out of the way as Rain set Phantom down on his makeup counter. He took a seat on the stool right in front of him.

"What's wrong, Ant?" Rain asked softly, rubbing his hands slowly up and down Phantom's thighs, noting the way he gasped, flinched, and wailed depending on where he pushed.

"Stop! Stop, Rain- please!" Phantom gasped as he touched the back of his leg, shoving the bigger ghoul's hand off of him. He knew that Rain meant well but it felt like someone had set his leg on fire and then proceeded to jump on top of it.

"I'm stopping, I'm stopping," he said softly and quickly, moving his hands to rest on Phantom's calves, "It's your hamstring, baby bug, I think you tore it." The look Phantom made would have had them all laughing under most other circumstances. He closely resembled a kicked puppy; but they all knew why.

"Hey, it's alright, give it a week and you'll be just right again," Rain said, moving a hand to cup Phantom's face, gently rubbing his cheek to hopefully keep the other ghoul from crying.

"B-but tomorrow?" Phantom whispered, only getting a small sad smile from Rain, which made him wail. By the one action he was sent in to full body wracking sobs. Quickly the sitting ghoul had stood up and was now hugging him into his chest tightly, humming a ghoulish him softly. He looked over to Aurora and silently asked for a bandage, wanting to wrap up the injured leg. The much smaller ghoulette nodded and snuck out of the room as Swiss and Dee took this as their opportunity to pull Phantom into an even bigger hug.

"I n-need to preform! I'm... I'm nothing if I dont," he gasped out between cries. The 3 other ghouls met him with a much tighter hug.

"You are always so special, Ant, no matter what you can or can't. It'll hurt you more to perform than if you sit out, I promise, love bug," Swiss whispered before kissing the side of Phantom's head. The poor kit was going to need a lot of reassurance and they all knew that.

[minsungchronology]

Hi! First of all, I want to say I really appreciate your videos - they have given us all such a newfound appreciation for minsung 😍

I have seen some theories floating around since the fan meeting about Lee Know and his friend who dressed as Leebit during the whole of the fanmeeting. We all know that Lee Know often jokes that people are his boyfriends (this friend, Han, even Hyunjin) so generally no one takes those comments seriously but some people have started wondering whether they are actually in a relationship and whether this is a soft launch of sorts (it seems the argument is that being in a mascot costume for hours over three days just seems like a lot for just a friend). It also would make sense Han knows him since Han (all things aside) is very close to LK. I’m curious whether you have any general views on this?

I have also always seen LK as the type to like to keep his personal emotions, feelings and life quite private. I have shipped Minsung for a while now but I am curious to hear from you what you think about the fact that they have become much more “obvious”/affectionate lately - do you think that could suggest they’re not actually in a relationship (since both LK and Han seem like the private type to me) or that it’s the company trying to push minsung or do you think something has changed that has made them more open to expressing themselves? I’m loving it personally but it was shy LK (the “do you like me in that way?” comment) that made me start shipping them so I guess I am just not sure what to do with the major escalation in minsung land over the past few months.

Thanks again!

I’ve seen the discourse around the whole friend thing and I have to giggle. I think a lot of fans misunderstood what LK said when talking about his friend. He said that he was the friend that took “boyfriend” photos of him which is a common term that's used to describe how a photo is taken, not that he was the guy who he jokingly called “boyfriend” in the vlog to get a reaction out of Han. Idk if its the same friend though (unless anyone else here knows lmao).

And about them being “open” I think there’s a huge difference between stuff meant to get the audience hyped up (i.e: the teleprompter stuff at the Japan concerts) and them just naturally gravitating towards each other, interacting, or laughing together at something (which is like 90% of the their moments we got during the fanmeet, outside of their duet during the first day, the quick WSB performance, and maybe the sign that Han answered to). Other duos I say were more blatant about things during those three days (For ex. LK and CB playfully fighting over HJ, 2min’s antics on stage, FeIix/LK almost kissing eo on stage, etc.)

I think many fans underestimate how private they actually are together. It’s just that every moment of theirs gets hyped up since they’re a popular duo, even if other duos are much more (open?) about things (i.e: JiIix pretending to kiss eo, CB playfully flirting with HJ all the time). 

The members have said it during the 2022 kids room that they’re generally secretive about their bond and we see that even more in recent times. Remember when they went to France a couple of months back and fans saw each duo spend time together in their spare time? (The Maknaes, HyunIix, LK/Han, Chan/Changbin?) and then a week or so later we literally got a SKZ TaIker of vlogs of EVERY duo except LK/Han. The only thing we got was Han verbally saying that they spent time together. 

And then there’s the 2kids show episode where they were very visibly nervous (during the first half especially), they would downplay their bond like, “I don’t know this guy!” “We don’t pay attention to eo!” “The only time we hang out is when the fans see us!” and LK quickly fumbling over the whole we don’t need to sneak out thing, etc. (before they eventually loosen up a bit and contradict themselves on some things). I think a lot of things from that episode cemented them being private about things. Cause if it was all jokes and sayings to get the fans hyped up I don’t think they would have been nervous at all. They would freely joke about things like FeIix/CB did, for example.

Outside of the stage (where all of the members seem to visibly relax and have fun), they seem very “gatekeepy” about a lot of things they do together, especially in recent times, compared to prior years.

Personal opinion: I also think because other members/duos are very visibly affectionate on camera (some even more than LK/Han) and have been so since forever, that would probably make them feel more comfortable to be so as well.

[findafight]

tbh i have never understood where this idea that steve falls in love super easily comes from. i see it a lot in fics where it seems like ppl equate steve wanting romantic connection to him always being the person who falls first, falls faster, etc. considering what we've seen in canon, i feel like this makes no sense w what's been established about steve. pre s1 steve never had a serious romantic relationship even tho he probably could have found one relatively easily. during s1 he connects w nancy bc she listens to him in a way no one else in his life does but it doesn't seem like they've been involved for v long so their relationship is still in its beginning stages and i don't think steve was really in love w her atp. even in s3 steve doesn't say he was in love w nancy during the s1 time period he says he was in love w her during s2/immediately before s2 aka first semester of his senior year. so going by that it took about a year of dating for steve to really consider himself in love w nancy. then in s3 he just wants to be involved w literally anyone bc he's lonely. in s4 he's going on a lot of dates but struggling to connect w anybody; the struggling to connect could be bc, even tho he wants a romantic relationship, steve is scared of trusting somebody like that again considering how his relationship w nancy ended but imo it also speaks to the fact that despite steve clearly wanting to be in love he really struggles to actually fall in love. then he reverts to flirting w nancy again, the one girl he did actually fall in love w before. going by his track record, steve fell in love once after at least 6 months of seriously dating someone then has not fallen in love w anyone in the 1. 5 (?) yrs since they broke up despite actively trying to do just that. all this to say i firmly believe steve is somewhere on the aro spectrum ty for your time.

demiro Steve demiro steVE DEMIRO STEVE!!!! ALWAYS ALWAYS!!!

Steve falls hard but not fast. tbh this is part of why I love demiro steve. It just makes sense to me! He wants to fall in love. He has fallen in love. It just takes him more time than he'd like. He struggles finding that connection, and I truly believe that in s3 Steve was teetering between crush and squish for robin, he just thought she was so cool and wanted to get to know her and spend time with her, and that's part of why after he confesses to her they go into bestie mode so easily.

Like you said! in s4 he's struggling to find a romantic connection he wants, and falls back into flirting and making eyes at Nancy when she is also making eyes at him, because he's loved her before, maybe he could again? Is he even over her? It's easier than trying to figure out why he can't seem to feel a spark with his dates. Maybe he is still in love with her.

I love love love demiro steve he's so special to me <3

[stuckasmain]

The way the musical portrays the relationships through musical numbers is great. Yes, yes we all know elephant love melody using love songs to flirt or backstage romance being the show stopping act two opening. However, today I want to talk about the other relationship that gets expressed in a similar fashion, that actually goes a bit under the radar. It did for me the first few times. Let’s talk about Satine, the Duke and Diamonds.

During the sparkling diamond number satine keeps accumulating more stage jewelry pieces, and the final look with an additional necklace looks awfully familiar…

This is a nod to the film but it’s also a clear show that the Duke “staked his claim” in her long before they ever met in person. Her entire number in fact only goes to further play up the image of her he has in his mind(in the movie he even greets her with a kiss on the hand) it also goes to show some of her own motivation. Here’s the thing! I think Satine would have been satisfied with the Duke, she gets a comfortable retirement, jewelry and all she has to do is fake it every once and awhile. It’s not perfect of corse but she won’t have to worry about the streets… this was before she met Christian, before she discovered Love isn’t just a fairytale but something even she can have. Suddenly, security and being left alone just isn’t enough when she can have something real.

Satines relationship with the Duke in the musical is better, I love a man child as much as anyone but for the Duke to be sauve and a active threat? Not to mention that in this version she’s alone with him for long periods of time making the jealousy, on all ends, much more justified. It’s even more interesting because she seems to like him, on some level. Not love, not like, tolerate. She’s on a first name basis calling him Andre, she goes on regular walks, she gets bought pretty things. Toulouse calls her out on this “you won’t give up the Duke” she wants her safety net and her love— she thinks she can have her cake and eat it to basically. My favorite show of this is the “because she doesn’t love you!” Scene.

“How could you let him do this to you?” (She’s also trying to distance here to keep him safe, but I digress)

“What? Make me happy? Stay out of it”

“BECAUSE SHE DOESNT LOVE YOU!!!! … him…”

“….I think it’s far more complicated than that, lad”

Of corse this was all before the Duke revealed his true colors to her, until this point it’s sort of been a “honeymooners” stage. He’s been trying to buy her love. She’s been accepting the objects but her love is still with Christian. As he starts to realize he can’t have what he really wants her starts to get harsher, until he gets verbally and later physically abusive. It’s sort of fascinating as he puts on a nice soft face and talks about wanting her love but it’s also quite obvious he wants her for a status symbol more than anything else. In sympathy for the Duke he takes a while to even touch her, he skirts around the idea, but he wants her to love him fully but he does not want to do(or possibly is incapable) of doing so in return. There’s always hints at the possessiveness like “my little girl loves to sparkle. … all my things sparkle”. However only girl in the material world makes me loose my absolute mind at all it reveals.

Like I’m the only one that you’ll ever love

Like I’m the only one that knows your heart

Like I’m the only one that’s in command

‘Cause your the only one who understands

How to make me feel like a man,whoa

It’s a bit on the nose. “I need a mistress because all my friends have one and I won’t be sufficiently manly enough if I don’t have all this stuff” . He thinks he’s being so generous when he wipes away every part of her , tells her how to act, stand, dress etc. However it’s Satines lyrics I love the most, she gets a bit of a reprise.

A kiss on the hand

May be quite continental (Material girl)

A kiss may be grand

But it won't pay the rental (Material world)

There may come a time

When they're no longer calling (Material girl)

And so I must climb just to

Keep me from falling

I absolutely adore this little part of the song as it echos through the theater and there’s this look in her eyes as she’s starting to realize what the Duke is actually doing (every beautiful thing in you compromised by his lust and money). But she doesn’t budge. She loves Christian but she’s getting old, he’s broke, her world is at  jeopardy. I also love how it’s expressly showing her self preservation- she’s not talking about the theater, about the others — but her own security. The kind of life she lives everyone would instantly understand a action to save herself. Except Christian, he is becoming apart and desperately wants to be but he’s still so much of a outsider that he can’t comprehend this as much as he tries. This also comes before satine realizes how far along her illness is, she still believes she can just power through at this point in time but it’s getting harder. The men in her life are starting to grow jealous, her chest is growing tighter. She can’t balance as much as she wants to — she’s not at her A-game but refuses to admit to herself that she’s compromised in more ways than one.

[doll-elvis]

About Marty Lacker, I remember in the Memphis Mafia book he told this story about how Elvis never met Diana Ross until the 70’s and rejected her when she wanted to hangout with him one time and called her ugly. But if you look up Elvis and Diana there’s an audio of him introducing her at one of his Vegas shows in 1969 and saying that he loves her. It’s just stuff like that makes me question if certain members wanted to make Elvis look bad in their books.

thank you for the ask and I’m really glad you brought this up because I think this shows again that all these men have their own personal biases, and with marty lacker, I’ve wondered if anyone else has noticed the comments he has made about black women and elvis, including this story

to give him the benefit of the doubt, elvis could have really said that about diana ross in private, he obviously wouldn’t call her unattractive or say she was too skinny on stage in public, but I’ve only ever heard marty lacker tell that story (despite him saying another memphis mafia guy was there) and I don’t even see why he needed to tell it because it’s just irrelevant imo

Marty Lacker also says this in the Memphis Mafia book right before he tells the Diana Ross story “He never stopped being a flirt, not ’til the day he died. Except with black girls. He never flirted with (them)”

but this is just blatantly untrue!!! for example I have heard every single member of the sweet inspirations talk about how elvis liked to flirt with them (especially with Myrna but Jerry just had to swoop in 😂) and if you have listened to/watched elvis concerts you could see for yourself that he was extremely flirtatious with them (I’m convinced he was going to go in for a kiss during suspicious minds in TTWII 1970 but then she got a lil nervous 😩)

I sometimes forget the majority of these men were born in the mid 30s to early 40s, therefore I shouldn’t be surprised if they harbor some prejudice but I’ve just never understood why Marty made those comments when there is so much evidence that says otherwise