#and if he ever denies them? you best BELIEVE that chat will turn nasty

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Martyn hels?

what more can i say about martin onthebiggerlog…

physically, he’s pretty similar to martyn except he never got snatched by the watchers so he still has both eyes. he’s still a listener like his counterpart though, and over the years he’s attracted an audience of some rather sadistic watchers that love to egg him on.

he loves putting on a show for them by picking fights and playing tricks on random hels denizens, always accompanied by his typical witty banter/insults and maniacal laughter. but after he’s sated their craving for entertainment and the whispers stop, he’s actually quite desperately lonely.

he doesn’t know that watchers all used to be players. i think he’d be really hurt to find out that the watchers would rather keep him in hels as their own personal entertainment instead of bringing him up to their level as a watcher. he’d give up his eyes in a heartbeat to belong with them.

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Hooked

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ch. xxxv - NYOOOOOOM

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Wooyoung and Yeosang were rushing you into the frat as quick as they could. Wooyoung carrying your bag and Yeosang practically hauling you away.

When you entered the frat, you could see that every single one of them is sitting around the living area. Some were seated on the couch as some were on the floor.

At the sight of you entering, their eyes lit up and smile bloom on their faces automatically.

"Is this an intervention?" you asked, walking slowly to where they are, slightly wary of the situation as they would rarely gather together to talk. More often than not, all communication happens in the group chat.

"Because I swear I'll return all your shirts and hoodies," you said, scrunching your nose in nervousness.

Mingi stood up and glomped onto you, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. He had to hunch because he's way taller than you. "You can take our clothes any time you want, this is not an intervention," he mumbled into your skin before detaching and planting a soft peck on your forehead, "missed you," he grinned.

You instinctively held onto Mingi's ring and pinkie as he led you to sit on the available spot at the left end of the U-shaped couch.

"So? Who wants to start?" Yunho asked, breaking the initial building silence.

The boys looked at each other for a bit before their eyes slowly zeroed in on Hongjoong. At the sudden attention, Hongjoong's eyes widened for a split second before scoffing, "one of you better start because I'm not doing it," he said, crossing his arms.

"But you're the leader," Yeosand stated matter-o-factly with a straight face. The others nodding along, agreeing to what Yeosang said.

Hongjoong grumbled at the fact that they're ganging up on him, using his own title against him. This is one of the rare few times he regretted having his title and even using it to his own advantage sometimes. The K in karma stands for Kang Yeosang, it seems.

You pursed your lips, still nervous and slightly uneasy. Historically, when a person is called by a group or collective, it was never for good reasons.

"So, (Y/N)," Hongjoong started, looking directly at you as his fingers fiddled slightly with the rings in his fingers, "do you like being with us?" he asked.

You visibly swallowed the lump in your throat. You couldn't help but feel like they're kicking you out, or the board is making them kick you out, that's the only reasonable explanation to the opening question Hongjoong threw at you, right?

Unconsciously, you leaned closer to Mingi for security and held his fingers tighter. Mingi thought nothing much of it. "Well, I like you guys like a lot, and living with you all has been great! More than great, actually, I never really had a roommate and initially the thought of having 8 roommates scared me especially because well you're guys and guys tend to be dirty and all, but it turns out you guys are freaking awesome, and I couldn't ask for better roommates honestly," you rambled, grinning awkwardly at them.

Most of them had a look of confusion on their faces. They didn't know why you were talking about your living situation when they're obviously asking about something much more substantial than that.

"(Y/N), sweetie," Seonghwa called out, "we're... glad that you're happy living with us here and we honestly wouldn't want it any other way," "wait, so this is not about anyone having a problem with me living here for quite some time now?" you asked, cutting Seonghwa off.

Wooyoung gasped loudly at your question, "no, it's not, sweetie, believe me! Who'd make you feel this way?" he then snapped his head to San who's sitting next to him, "was it you!?" he asked dramatically, holding onto the collars of San's hoodie, "fuck you, if anyone would've made her uncomfortable, it would've been you with your incessant claim on her as her boyfriend which is as true as Yeosang being able to pop unicorn horn from his ass!" San retorted back, grabbing onto Wooyoung's collars as well.

Seonghwa and Yunho immediately jumped up and separated the two, sitting them in next to Jongho and Yeosang who had been snickering at the childish argument.

Once they both calmed down, they all shifted their attention back to you. "We weren't talking about our living situation at all, we're kind of... needing to ask you something important..." Yunho said, trailing off to look at the others as if in confirmation.

No longer feeling nervous, you just shrug at them all, "okay, shoot."

Though you asked them to talk, they all stay glancing at each other. Even Wooyoung, the most confident man you possibly have ever known, couldn't look you directly in the eyes without blushing.

After a while, the tension didn't seem to dissipate and it started to bug you. "Oh, come on! You guys have seen me naked, what could you all possibly have to say that made you all sweating like an old man in a sauna?" you grumbled, crossing your arms on your chest.

Jongho cringed at your words, "don't put you and a sweaty old man in the same sentence, that image's gonna haunt me for weeks," he complained. San stared at him weirdly, "why would you even think about a sweaty old man?" "It's called prompting," "It's called nasty,"

Yeosang exhaled sharply, bringing everyone's attention to him, "since none of you seems to want to seriously ask her, I'll do it," he glared at the other boys before looking straight at you, "how do you feel, non platonically, about all of us?" he asked directly.

While you tilt your head in confusion, everyone else in the room seemed to broke into a meltdown altogether. Some were covering their faces in their hands, others were slumping so lowly on the couch their asses were basically on the floor.

"I... honestly haven't really thought about it," you shrugged, furrowing your eyebrows, "but I can't say I'm not attracted to all of you, sure we're friends and this might be just a fascination thing, but I really can't deny that I definitely feel something for you guys," you continued.

When they heard you say that, they visibly relaxed.

"That's good, because, well..." Yeosang trailed off, waiting for someone else to say it as a rosy tint bloomed on his face, showcasing his bashfulness to everyone.

Thankfully, Hongjoong stepped up and continued Yeosang's sentence, "because we, all eight of us, also can't deny that we feel something for you," he smiled shyly.

Seeing the boys all soft and shy made you giggle. Butterflies formed in your stomach and you had to admit that you like the thought of all of them liking you more than on a platonic level.

"So... every single one of you has feelings for me?" you asked, trying to make sure before you made your conclusion. All eight heads nod and you can't help but to focus on Jongho and Mingi, "you both too?" you asked them both, eyes darting between the two.

While Jongho grinned cockily and nod, Mingi covered his face with one hand in embarrassment, "yeah, kind of," he mumbled. You giggled and reach to try to pry his hand from his face, wanting to see how he look, "when did you start feeling like that, huh? I thought you only think of me as a stress reliever," you whined but eventually succeeding in prying his hand off.

Mingi raised an eyebrow at you, "the fact that we've been sleeping together combined with how amazing you are, it was never about if I'd fall for you, it was about the when," he said. You couldn't help but blush at his words, "so you liked me because we were fuck buddies?" "it sounds bad when you put it like that, but I was intrigued when I first met you which is why I approached you,"

You then shifted your gaze to the others, "When did you all realize you like me?" you asked, "as cliche as it sounds, it was the night we all did it together," Yunho answered.

"Not me," Wooyoung said, raising a hand, "I realized it like a solid couple of weeks after we started our whole fake relationship thing," he grinned proudly, "I began liking the way I call you my girlfriend more than I would like to admit, but I couldn't think of another person more perfect for me than you,"

It was your turn to melt. You covered your face in embarrassment, letting out a muffled squeal at how cheesy Wooyoung's words are. The others chuckled at how adorable you're being.

"You know, the eight of us talked about it before you came back here," Hongjoong said. You calm yourself down before being able to look at him directly in the eyes again, "and... we just wanted to know whether or not you'd like to date us,"

You tilted your head to the side, "like... All nine of us? One girl and eight boys?" you asked, making sure you're not hearing things wrong. But all of them nodded firmly. "It's not orthodox, I'd have to admit, and usually we would each try to win you over for only one of us, but when we were together last time, it just felt natural and I can't speak for these guys, but I didn't feel jealous whatsoever, because I know that you deserve more than just what I could and am willing to give you, and they can fill in where I lack because you deserve nothing but the best," Seonghwa said. He had somehow moved to kneel in between your legs, hands rubbing your knees gently as his eyes shone what you could only describe as pure affection and adoration.

The others piped in agreement with the eldest. It seemed like they know what they're doing and what they want. So the ball was in your court.

On one hand, you adore them to the heavens and back, you couldn't possibly think of having things any other way. And the thought of having to choose between them doesn't sit right with you. Sure, you're just one person, but you're sure if they're right, things will be okay.

But on the other hand, Seonghwa was right, this is highly unorthodox. Sure, you've heard of poly relationships here and there, heck one of your classmates' sister is in a poly relationship with three girls. But you can't deny you live in a society that's filled with judgment and harsh criticism, more than yourself, you're worried about how going down this path would affect them. And besides, how did one went from not wanting to even have random hookups due to wanting to have a relationship with 8 guys?

"See the look on her face? The wheels are turning in there," you heard Jongho muttered to the rest of them who had moved to kneel in front of you somewhere during your thoughts.

You glared at him shortly before pouting, "I do want to know if there could be something more to this," you started. The boys were about to celebrate when you cut them off, "BUT, I'm not sure on how this is gonna be, let's face it, you guys seemed to realize that you like me after we had sex," "I didn't," Wooyoung cut you off which was immediately shut by Yeosang, putting a hand over his mouth, "feelings tend to mash then and I wouldn't be surprised if it was the sexual pull talking," you sighed.

Their shoulder seemingly slumped hearing you say that. They didn't even discuss that, they were pretty sure that they genuinely like you and want to be more with you. Maybe they didn't want what you said to even be a possibility.

Suddenly, San perked up, "wait, if what you're worried about is whether or not our feelings are the real deal or not, then why don't you just test it? You can just decide later if we're gonna officially date or not. Take things slowly, you know?" he grinned brightly.

Slowly, each of the boys' eyes widened and shone with hope, thinking that San's plan is actually probable.

"Finally, San said something fucking smart for once," Yunho muttered, earning a harsh nudge to his hip by a glaring San.

The idea wasn't bad. It was actually good. This way, all of you can be sure and there would be no regrets, no one got hurt.

You squint your eyes at him, "but what would that make us?" "that's the beauty of it, there would be no official title until we make our decision," he said proudly. You pursed your lips, feelings swaying and leaning on the positive, "and how long do I have to make a decision?" this time, Yeosang answered, "as long as you need, we won't rush you," he smiled gently at you, making your stupid heart flip.

The idea WAS appealing, it was a win-win for sure.

When a smile broke on your face, the boys had to hold themselves together to let you confirm their suspicion.

"I'm in, let's try and see where we all can go,"

Before you could even take a breath after answering, the boys had pulled you forward in a giant group hug on the floor. You found yourself squished by eight men who are hollering, cheering, trying to kiss you, and trying to hold onto you as tightly as possible. While the position was uncomfortable, you couldn't care less.

Because being in the centre of them all felt right. It felt like you belong.

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[sleepysnk]

I DID IT.

Sugar Daddy Headcanons

Characters: Willy Tybur

Warnings: NSFW

Willy Tybur:

- i actually did it bye

- this man is fine. as. fuck. HE IS SO ATTRACTIVE LIKE DAMN. idc what anyone else says.

- it was kind of odd the way you two met, you were both at a coffee shop and he actually bought your coffee. he spotted you in the line and thought you were absolutely stunning, so as a the gentlemen he is, he paid for your order and you had no idea until you were called for it.

- mans left his number and you were instantly shocked as shit.

- Willy is a well known CEO, he owns a rich ass company, and he was going through a nasty divorce. he had all this money yet absolutely nothing to spend it on, so that's when he offered to be your sugar daddy.

- you were kind of struggling financially in school, and once you told Willy that, he went and sent you the money right then and there. LET'S JUST SAY YOUR JAW DROPPED.

- now let me just say, he is an absolute gentleman. he listens to you and is very respectful, he wouldn't want to do anything that would upset you or make you uncomfortable. he listened to your boundaries and your needs, he is a very good listener when it comes to his sugar baby.

- whenever you needed money, Willy was quick to hit the send button. he never asked what it was for, he just sent how much you needed. MANS DIDN'T GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT ANYTHING YOU BOUGHT.

- he did many things for you. he moved you out of the apartment you lived in and moved you into his own apartment, he said it would be better for you two. the only thing Willy ever asked from you is to spend time with him, he never begged or made you do anything you didn't want to do. GENTLEMAN LIKE I SAID.

- Willy took you on a lot of expensive and fancy dates, taking you out is his favorite thing to do. he just loves to be seen with you, not for his own gain, but he thinks that other people should see how amazing you look.

- he takes you on his yacht ✨ this man has a whole jacuzzi on his yacht. he has no issue taking him with you on it.

- he buys you a lot of expensive items. clothing, shoes, jewelry, makeup, anything. he loves to pamper you, all you gotta do is eye it and he'll grab it.

- speaking of pampering, he loves when you doll yourself up for him. he buys you a lot of expensive self care items, not that you're already amazing the way you are, but he just loves to see you do that stuff. he wants you to feel good.

- you're his sugar baby... you deserve the best.

- Willy let's you take his fancy cars out whenever you want, he has like 7 different cars. HE HAS A VARIETY OKAY?

- he takes you to the events for his job and he isn't afraid to show you off. he thinks you look stunning everytime, and he's always blown away by the way you look. you never fail to impress this man.

- HE HAS NO ISSUE TELLING YOU HOW AMAZING YOU LOOK.

- overtime a spark formed between you two, it was obvious Willy wanted more than being just a sugar daddy. he'd become possessive and jealous (not in a bad way) whenever a man other than him looked your way. you also felt it too, you always felt something when he'd come home to you.

- eventually, Willy just said fuck it and told you how he felt about you. mans has a way with words and he spilled his guts to you, and of course you didn't deny his feelings. you wanted it as much as he did.

- you were no longer his sugar baby, but now his lover <3.

- OK TIME TO GET DIRTY. NSFW UNDER THIS

- now like i said earlier, Willy didn't ask you for sex or anything in particular. he just wanted someone to spend time with, because he was kind of lonely lmao. when you mentioned sex one day, he was kind of surprised. after some chatting, you both agreed to take it to a sexual level. you also did live together, so it wouldn't be a bad thing.

- this man is respectful af in the bedroom, if you don't want to do something, he won't force you. he asks if you're okay or if he's hurting you.

- when you guys get nasty... it gets nasty.

- Willy is such a freak. he has so many kinks you don't even know, so be prepared for all kinds of things in the bedroom.

- he is pretty much dominant most of the time, he loves when you submit to him. it's such a turn on.

- Willy has amazing dirty talk, he'll get you hot and bothered quickly. sometimes when you wear certain outfits and you're in public, he'll whisper how hot you look and how he wants to take you in the bathroom and fuck you stupid. his voice is deep af too, you'll have CHILLS. his words are immaculate.

- hair pulling happens a lot, especially when he's hitting from the back 🥵.

- Willy lowkey has a slight blindfolding and bdsm kink, sometimes he'll tie you to the bed and tease the fuck out of you, or he'll use handcuffs.

- this guy loves to finger and eat you out, he definitely likes to overstimulate you until you're pushing his head away begging him to fuck you already. he'll look at you with a hot smirk and make you suck on his fingers, sometimes he'll make you get on your knees and he'll press his thumb onto your lips.

- PRAISES THE FUCK OUT OF YOUUUU. he has such a huge praising kink 🥵, he will tell you how amazing and sexy you are.

- hickies galore. he has no issue biting and marking you up, he'll leave them all over your chest and neck.

- don't get me started on his teasing and dirty talk, i know i mentioned his dirty talk, but it's just so hot. he'll blindfold you and run his hands down your chest to your abdomen leaving goosebumps along your skin, ALL WHILE HE HAS A HUGE SMIRK.

- there was a few occasions where he fingered you in public, and let me just say, you were a complete mess. trying to hold in your moans was an absolute struggle, he knows how to finger you.

- he has a daddy/sir kink for sure.

- he calls you princess 🥴🥴

- for some reason, i feel like Willy would be into those freaky rap songs, like pop smoke or the weeknd. I JUST SEE IT-

- "fuck.. you're so fucking pretty sucking my cock.."

- if you're being a brat or have an attitude, i once again will pray for your coochie. he doesn't tolerate that attitude, so once you get home, he'll have you hauled up the stairs and he'll have his way with you. his punishments are hot af, like you'd come out shaking and wobbly.

- he buys you expensive lingerie to wear for him, he thinks it's hot.

- sit on his lap and feel his print in his pants, HE LOOKS SO FUCKING HOT IN A SUIT.

- Willy loves to have shower sex with you, he'll lift your legs and fuck you in the shower. he also would probably fuck you in his car, especially if he's needy for you.

- Alexa, play Earned It by The Weeknd

- he'll make you have eye contact with him when you cum, he loves to see your face while he makes you cum all over his cock. it turns him on so much.

- strip tease? hell yes it turns him on.

- sometimes he'll leave bruises on your hips from how hard he grips them.

- okay but seriously, he'll make you get your nails done so you can leave scratches along his back. he loves the marks believe it or not, it's just so hot to him.

- aftercare is amazing! he'll take a shower and clean you up, and he'll kiss the areas he left any marks 🥺. he'll cuddle with you in bed and whisper how much he cares for you.

- most of all though, you're his sugar baby, your pleasure over his anyday.

- DEAR GOD I WENT ALL OUT.

[amberwild420]

one step back, two steps forward (pt. 1)

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Paris, the city of love

 Since the return of Lila the liar, Marinette has been feeling the downhill ride of the life at its fullest. Sure she threatened her to take away her friends and to make her life as miserable as possible but Marinette knew that there is no way that her friends who had known her longer can believe such ridiculous lies.

  Well…….that’s what she thought.

  She overestimated her friends or rather her ex-friends.

  They not only left her behind, but she also become a bully, thief, a cheater and an overall bad person.

  Like what?

 Now not only is she alone sitting in the last but she has to be bullied and humiliated because apparently she is bullying and making fun of the sweet innocent Lila.

  Like what?

  And Adrien. Oh sweet naïve Adrian just let her keep quiet. He said he had her back but when she realized how coward and spineless he was, her crush on him was gone like wind. And to add insult to injury, she may or may not have accidently found out that he was also chat noir.

  Like what?

  And not to forget miss bustier. Oh sweet miss bustier, she seriously need to take lessons on how to deal with bullies or she should choose a better profession. Because if she preached about setting a good example one more time she will do something that future Marinette would  regret.

  And Alya her supposed best friend just left her as soon as her blog rating went up because of a certain liar. Well and that she has always been brash but became quite temperamental after Lila trapped her in her web of lies. She tried, he really tried but she had no chance. Nino and Kim who knew her from childhood took the word from a liar. And max. Oh the smart max who made an AI with emotions had believed that a napkin can gouge his eyes out even when he was wearing glasses.

  Like what?!

  Thankfully she didn’t had to deal with Chloe these days. Well she was rather quieter these days. Not talking or taunting to anyone. Well a good thing that came from all this. She didn’t think she could actually bear two ways trouble right now.

  She had to deal with the akuma at 4 am and chat was nowhere as always. But she was thankful that he didn’t came. It was not like he was being helpful anyway.

 Miss bustier was late and Lila was spinning another tale of her adventure. She wanted to tune out the chatter but the door opened and miss bustier walked in with a girl. She was wearing a pink crop top with blue jeans and white sneakers.

Pale skin, long black hair that framed her face and yellow green eyes that looked at them with such an intensity that Marinette felt her hand twitching towards her sketchpad. She had so many ideas all of the sudden, she need to jolt it down.

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Class meet Kaylan. She will be joining us for the rest of the year. Make her feel welcomed.

Irritating and incompetent.

The only words that echoed her mind when she met her teacher. Caline Bustier has no control over class. Like how the hell she can tame students with this idealistic temperament. Kayla knew she was right when she entered the class. When her teacher turned to her expectedly, she decided to be polite and introduced herself.

My name is Kaylan fox. I moved from New York City recently. It’s nice to meet you. 

It was just then a girl with sausage hair talking loudly.

Oh New York! It reminds me when I met Tylor swift last summer. She even gave me her new album with her autograph because she felt I deserve it when I accidently gave her the idea for her song.

 Is she serious? That is just an outrageous claim. There’s no way anyone would believe that.

 That’s so cool Lila.

 Yeah! You have to give me all the deeds.

 I wish I could meet her one time.

 The hell? They actually believed that?!

 Are you kidding? You’re actually believing that?

 She couldn’t help but speak up. There is no way like no way anyone even the most stupid person could believe that.

 The girl with sausage then suddenly burst into tears.

 Why do you say that? Are you that jealous?

Excuse moi?

 The effect was immediate. The class apart from the girl in the pig tails started consoling the girl.

 How could you be so mean?

 You made Lila cry.

 You’re so horrible like that Mari trash.

 Kaylan felt her eye twitching. Like what is actually going on? Did she cross the time space and came to a new universe that had people stupider than her expected level?

She looked at the teacher but was even more surprised when she was giving a look to the girl in the pigtails that said “stop them”.

 So incompetent. So fucking incompetent!

The class glared at the new girl who dare to talk but shivered at her bone chilling return glare. Like hell she would let some brats push her around. She trained, tired herself to bones to be stronger than that scum, there is no way she can let some skinny kids take her down.

I actually don’t care about what people are talking about but I do care when they name drop the celebrities.

The silence broke when a dark skinned girl with glasses stood up showing her fiery temper.

 How can you be so sure? Where is your proof?

 Raising her eyebrow, Kaylan pulled her phone from the pocket and typed. Then she started reading out loud.

(it’s a fake news, I just winged it myself so no need to correct it. it’s fanfiction.)

Tylor Swift seen in Hawaii this summer. Many fans have been theorizing she may be here for her new album. But the claims haven’t stand corrected still since then haven’t seen anyone from our usual cast. It seems like that Tylor is on a vacation. Sorry fans.’

And this is the news article from the last year summer. You were saying.

  She deadpanned at the girls who looked lost.

The sausage haired girl looked livid. With a cold smirk she leaned into the sausage haired girl.

 Hon. You’re so fake that even china would deny they ever made you. But to have some people follow you, I’ll give that much of a credit.

 Saying so she made her way to the last where the girl with pig tails was sitting. On the bench beside was a blond who looked at her from the corner of the eye but looked forward when miss bustier started her lesson, a bit flustered.

 Hi! I’m Marinette. Class representative.

Kaylan.

  I must say that was nice. You know, to see that someone can actually look through her lies.

 You know she was lying and didn’t tell them?

 Before she could stop, words pour out of her mouth. Marinette winced, so did she.

 Sorry, that came out rude.

 No it’s not a problem. They just don’t believe me at all.

 I can see why.

  Before they could talk anymore, miss Bustier interrupted them.

Kaylan, please focus in the class.

 I do have my focus in the class. But it seems like you don’t, considering that the sausage hair and  miss tabloid is still talking rather loudly and you just pointed me out instead.

A certain glint passed her eyes before a smirk made her way to her lips. The expression on her face made several people shiver.

 We don’t want some extra nasty rumor spreading in the school about what happens in the class. Now do we.

  The way Kaylan said that made many people shiver.

Marinette sighed in relief. she suddenly felt like having a safety amulet. 

Marinette felt badly for thinking like this but from the time her friends had left her she felt unsafe all the time. So this was a good feeling.

maybe she should treat her with best pastries. she really had a good feeling about today.

Its definitely a good day.

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first date

summary: teacher!h and y/n go on their first date! part of my teacher!h universe :)

warnings: none! mentions of sex but other than that it’s just fluff :’)

word count: ~1.2k 

please let me know your thoughts and chat with me about them!!!

my ko-fi! thank you :)

It didn’t take long for your colleagues to pick up on the fact that something was going on between you and Harry. It’s not like either one of you were trying to hide it either–– so what if they noticed the sly touches you placed on one another’s waist? Or the way his hand would sometimes linger on your thigh for a bit too long? You weren’t putting a title on whatever you were at the moment, wanting to take things slow. But man, were you having the time of your life with him.

For the past couple weeks (ever since you slept together), you’d spend nearly every evening with him. He’d come to your apartment, or you’d go to his, eat some dinner, lesson plan, and have sex. However, there was one thing the two of you hadn’t done together yet–– go on a date.

It’s not that you didn’t want to go on a date with Harry. However, being a teacher meant you were busy from seven in the morning until at least three in the afternoon, if not later. By the time you clocked out, the last thing you wanted to do was get fancy. Although your weekends were relatively free, those days were reserved for relaxing and mentally preparing yourself for the upcoming school week. Every time Harry suggested going out for dinner or a movie after work, you respectfully declined, instead offering takeout and Netflix at his place. He didn’t let that discourage him, though.

“Just a quick dinner? Don’t even have’t change. What you’re wearin’ now is perfect.”

“C’mon, Y/N. I wanna take you out on a proper date!”

“We can’t just spend every night shaggin’ at mine. Wanna get all dressed up and take you out…”

Every time you turned down Harry’s date night suggestions, he’d look at you like a dejected puppy, but he never pushed it, which was something you really liked about him. How he still had the energy and willpower to want to take you out after a long day of chasing after a bunch of five-year-olds was absolutely beyond you.

You and Harry are walking to your car one evening after an incredibly long faculty meeting hand-in-hand when Harry asks his almost nightly question. “Wanna go grab a bite? Maybe catch a movie afterward?” His hand feels sweaty in yours. Even though you’ve been regularly hooking up with him (and only him for the last three months), he still got flustered around you. You found it endearing. Instead of giving your usual, ‘I’m exhausted’ spiel, you flip a question on him.

“How are you not too tired to go out?”

Harry stops walking, hand still intertwined with yours. “Y’think I’m not tired? Course I am–– absolutely knackered. Doesn’t matter too much to me, though, because I really like you and wanna take you out properly. You deserve more than takeout on my couch, Y/N.”

Now it’s your turn to be flustered. Now knowing how much it meant to Harry to take you out on a date, there was no way you were going to deny him such a simple pleasure any longer. “Fine, Harry. We’ve gotta stop at my place so I can change. I’m not wearing my teacher clothes out.”

After much deliberation, a bit of bickering, and asking Siri, “Heads or tails?” you and Harry finally chose a restaurant to eat at. Harry was a gentleman, of course. He opened doors, pulled out your chair, and insisted you ordered whatever you wanted even if it was coincidentally one of the most expensive things on the menu. When you told him you didn’t mind choosing a cheaper entree, he told you that you should stick with your first choice, just wanting the “very best to have the very best.”

Even though you were hesitant about going out with him, worried you’d be too tired to be a fun date, you were having a great time. You couldn’t deny that the change in scenery was lovely. Since you and Harry spent so much time together, you’ve already grown accustomed to each other. That meant no First Date Awkwardness. You were almost sad when you realized you had both finished eating and Harry flagged down the waitress, politely asking for the bill.

“Are we gonna go see a movie after this?” you ask him, not caring how eager you sounded. Harry looks up at you after reaching into his wallet for a crisp bill to tip the waitress with, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Oh, you wanna go see a movie? I was thinkin’ we should jus’ call it a night. Figured you’d be too tired, ‘specially after that ginormous steak dinner you jus’ devoured,” he laughs. You kick his shin from under the table.

“Stop it! You devoured yours too,” you counter. “I’m not tired anymore.”

“If you’re havin’ a good time with me and don’t want the night to end, all you’ve gotta do is say that pet,” Harry winks at you, standing up from the table. You don’t stand yet, knowing he’ll want to come around the table and pull out your chair for you.

“Don’t be annoying,” you mumble, taking his hand in yours. “I like you but not that much.” Harry chuckles at this, knowing you’re messing with him.

“You really wanna go see a movie? Sure you don’t wanna skip it and just go straight to me eatin’ your pussy?” he leans down to whisper to you, straightening up to thank the hostesses as you exit the restaurant. Your mouth forms an ‘o,’ and you nudge him, not believing some of the nasty things that came out of his mouth sometimes. He laughs, resting his hand on your waist limply.

“Harry, you’re so gross,” you playfully roll your eyes at him. When you look up at him, he’s already looking down at you with the same beaming smile that’s been on his face all night. “What are you smiling at?” you couldn’t help grinning yourself.

“‘M just so happy. Been wantin’ to take you out since the day I met you. We did things kinda backward, hmm,” he gives you a cheeky look, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’m just really happy you finally agreed to it, s’all.”

The rest of the night goes perfectly. You go to see a movie of your choice but couldn’t tell anyone what it was about since you spent the entirety of it making out with Harry in the corner like a horny teenager. You were so absorbed in him that you didn’t even realize the movie was over until the lights dimmed back on, and the end credits started rolling.

“Did we just miss the whole movie?” Harry asks. Even in the dim light of the movie theater, you can see his face is flushed.

“It would appear so,” you reply. You bring your knees closer to your body as people shuffle past you, giving quiet ‘excuse me’s.’

“Shall we go back to mine, then?” He holds his hand out for you, running his fingers through his now messy curls. You wordlessly nod, already knowing what activities would take place once you got back to Harry’s apartment.

It was a perfect end to a perfect first date.

[hanaasbananas]

Crush

Summary: In Glaciator, while comisserating over their broken hearts, Marinette lets slip the identity of the person she has a crush on. Consequently, Adrien finds himself wondering if Marinette is really 'just a friend' after all. Inspired by the song Taare Gin

AO3

It feels so nice since this happened, my heart feels as though it is a child again.

“You’ve  had your heart broken too?”

“Yep.”

Chat studied Marinette’s profile beside him. With the moonlight reflecting off her hair, she looked positively ethereal, and it was hard to believe that anyone would be stupid enough to break her heart.

“For what it’s worth,” he nudged her gently “I’m sorry you had your heart broken.”

Marinette sighed “thanks, but it’s okay. Adrien can’t control when his dad will decide he can’t do something, so I really should have expected that he wouldn’t make it. I was just disappointed.”

Chat jerked, turning fully to face her. “Adrien?” His mind raced, trying to see if there was any other Adrien she might have been talking about, but how many Adrien’s with strict fathers could Marinette know?

Marinette hummed noncommittally. “Oh, yeah Adrien’s a friend of mine. I’ve had this total crush on him since the beginning of the year. He doesn’t know though-I can barely get out a sentence in front of him.” She groaned, dropping her head “I don’t know why I’m so upset about today-chances are I probably wouldn’t have even talked to him properly anyway.”

She looked so forlorn standing there, Chat felt a pang of guilt at being the one to cause it. Father hadn’t forbidden him, but he’d blown off solid plans with his friends-blown off Marinette- for a date with Ladybug that she didn’t even show up to.

Karma really hit hard.

Thinking for a long moment, Chat made a decision, getting down from the railing and offering Marinette his hand. “Come with me.”

***

“I’m an idiot,” Adrien groaned, dropping his transformation and falling face first onto his bed.

“Really? That’s news to me,” Plagg snarked “what did you do this time?”

Flipping over onto his back, Adrien considered confiding in his kwami-Plagg could be surprisingly insightful sometimes-but with the mood he seemed to be in, it would probably be better to just stare at the ceiling. “Marinette has a crush on me.”

“Which one is that again?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know everyone in my class, Plagg.”

Plagg sniffed disdainfully “I have an image to keep up, you know.”

“Image?” Adrien snorted, looking over at where Plagg had set up blocks of cheese on his desk and was in the process of eating them like he was Pacman. “What image? A cheese loving gremlin? No-one sees you anyway!”

“A being of darkness who cares not for petty mortal issues.”

“He cares about Pacman though.” Adrien grinned, dodging the piece of cheese Plagg threw at his face. “Alright, alright I’ll leave you alone! It’s getting late anyway.”

Despite the late hour, Adrien struggled to sleep, replaying the events of the night over and over again. Strangely, though he’d looked forward to surprising her, Ladybug’s rejection hadn’t stung as much as he expected it to. What did surprise him however, was how his mind kept straying to Marinette instead.

He’d always held a special fondness for her, but had chalked it up to the fact that she was one of his first friends at school, but what if it was something else? Adrien couldn’t deny that his first instinct hadn’t been to reject her gently, rather, he’d felt something stir inside him when Marinette had told him about her crush; a pleasant warmth filling his chest at the idea of Marinette-talented, kind, sweet Marinette loving him.

It almost felt too good to be true.

***

“Hey Marinette!” Adrien called out, waving and making his way across to Marinette as he spotted her coming down the stairs.

He realised his mistake seconds later, wincing when Marinette’s head snapped up, her mouth forming a small ‘o’ of surprise and she stared at him, not noticing how her hand fell from the railing until her foot slipped out from underneath her.

It would have been quite the nasty fall, had Adrien not rushed forward to catch her, his arms coming around Marinette to steady her. “Got you,” he murmured, unable to hide his smile when her eyes popped open at his voice and he led her carefully down the stairs.

She let go of him when they got to the bottom, following behind him as he went to meet up with Alya and Nino. “We’re all going to get milkshakes at that new place that opened,” he asked. “Do you wanna come too?”

“Uh…”

Knowing what he did now-that Marinette had a crush on him-Adrien could have kicked himself for being so oblivious.

It had been a week now since he’d found out, and he had discovered that Marinette wasn’t exactly the most subtle person in the world. In fact it was quite the opposite.

He actually found it quite endearing; the way she blushed bright red whenever he spoke to her, stumbling over her words, and in class he’d even felt her eyes boring into him from where she sat behind him in class, punctuated occasionally by dreamy sighs.

Adrien found that he quite liked the feeling of being the object of her affections, and he’d started making more of an effort to hang out with her, if only to see the adorable blush that painted her cheeks.

“I can’t,” Marinette wrung her hands together, avoiding his gaze. “I’m belping at the hakery.” her eyes widened “helping at the bakery! I’m helping maman and papa at the bakery.”

Adrien shrugged, swallowing his disappointment. “Okay. Maybe next time?”

“Totally!” she nodded her head jerkily, spinning on her heel and catching herself without stopping when she tripped, and hurrying away.

“What was that about?” Adrien turned to see Alya and Nino watching them in bemusement.

Alya wiggled her eyebrows suggestively “you’re suddenly getting very buddy buddy with Marinette...is there anything you want to share with the class?”

“Not really.” Adrien sighed. “I just want to get her to be more comfortable around me.”

“Uh huh,” Alya used her best journalist voice on him and Adrien sent her a quizzical look. “Why, because you wanna ask her out on a date?”

“Maybe,” he replied absentmindedly, not noticing the gleeful expression that took over Alya’s face at his admission, distracted by the Gorilla who had pulled up the curb outside the school. “Hey do you wanna take the car to the milkshake place or should we walk?”

***

“I think I have a crush,” Chat said out loud. Beside him, Ladybug turned to him, an amused glint in her eye.

"Really”

He smirked “you jealous, bugaboo?”

“Ha!” she scoffed “in your dreams! ”

“Not anymore,” he muttered. Chat had expected things to be awkward after his ill fated ‘date’ with Ladybug, but thankfully, in the month since she’d rejected him, their partnership had only seemed to strengthen. This was due in most part to the fact that they were now on the same page about where they stood as partners-and friends.

It was for this reason then, that he’d bought the subject up at the end of patrol when they simply sat together and talked.

Ladybug’s eyebrows rose high on her forehead. “Wow, it must really be serious then, huh?”

“You have no idea,” he groaned “ever since I found out she has a crush on me, she’s all I think about. And talk about-according to Plagg.”

It had been a slow process, getting closer to Marinette, but the rewards were certainly worth the effort. He could actually hold a conversation with her now, though nine times out of ten Marinette still blushed the entire time. It was adorable.

Chat sighed. “She’s just so amazing. I knew that before since we’ve been friends for a while, but I’ve been talking to her more and I can’t get over the fact that she likes me. She could do so much better, you know?”

“Hey, don’t put yourself down like that! I happen to know for a fact that you’re a pretty amazing guy-anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“Heh, thanks bugaboo,” he smiled softly “enough about me-what’s going on with your guy? Any progress?”

At the mention of her crush, Ladybug blushed, ducking her head shyly. “Actually...we’ve been hanging out a lot recently-I think he’s gonna ask me out.”

“Aw that’s great!” The thought of Ladybug seeing someone else no longer caused a pang of jealousy in his heart, in fact, “I’m happy for you.” he said genuinely.

“I am too,” Ladybug paused. “Happy for you-I mean.” She clarified “I’m happy for you too.”

“Yeah, I think I got that.”

“Shut up ” she nudged him playfully. “You know, you should ask your girl out too. I bet she’d say yes.”

Chat thought about Marinette, the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed; how she got a deep crease in between her brows whenever she concentrated that he had to resist the urge to smooth out; how her hair fell in dark waves around her face whenever she let it down and the way she’d stuttered and blushed after he’d said he liked it that way. How he’d planned at least thirty dates for them already, ready for every occasion, and had only realised what a goner he was after date number twenty three.

“Yeah,” he murmured, looking across the city skyline in the direction he knew Marinette lived. “I think I will”

[lupin-for-president]

The Incident: Aftermath

(It was requested that I write a part two so this is after the night in the astronomy tower)

(tw)

—

It was the morning after his attempt when Sirius Black found himself next to a sleeping Remus Lupin.

Even with his eyes still closed, Sirius could tell he wasn’t in his own bed, this one wasn’t nearly as soft or comfortable. He strained to push his eyes open, blinking slowly out of his sleep and into consciousness once again. Looking blearily around the room, he found himself to be in the hospital wing.

When he glanced down, he felt his heart skip inside of his chest.

Sitting in a chair pulled up next to his bed, snoring softly, was none other than Remus Lupin. His head was resting against Sirius’ leg and both of his hands were clasped tightly around one of Sirius’ frail ones.

Sirius felt tears spring to his eyes as the memories came flooding back. The very vivid memory of Remus stopping him, just before it was too late, ran relentlessly through his mind.

The sound of sniffling woke Remus up, eyes droopily drifting up to Sirius’ face before completely shooting wide open.

“Are you alright? Are you hurting?” Remus asked, clearly panicked, as both of his hands reached up to cup Sirius’ face.

Sirius just smiled, tears rolling swiftly down his cheeks, and shook his head ever so delicately.

These tears weren’t like the ones he had been shedding for months, these tears were because he felt so overwhelmingly grateful. He couldn’t believe that he had been given a second chance, one he thought he didn’t deserve in the slightest.

And Sirius was happy to be alive.

—

It was four days after his attempt when Sirius Black found himself sitting in the common room with James Potter’s arm around his shoulder.

After Remus explained how he had found their dear friend, the other two were quick to destroy all of the barriers between them. Wrapping Sirius in overly tight embraces —and crying into him— they told him just how much he was really missed.

They were inseparable for the days that followed.

The four boys —along with Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas— were just chatting around the fireplace, an activity that suddenly seemed so foreign to Sirius.

He had missed this, more than he could express in words. Something about just being able to be around his friends brought comfort to him, comfort he had been lacking for so long.

He let himself lean a little more into James, pressing further into his side. James paused his words briefly to flash a smile down to his brother, ruffling through his hair, before returning to his conversation.

Sirius smiled, a real genuine smile that caused his eyes to crinkle at the corners and his dimple to dip in his cheek. He looked across the room to Remus, who was already looking at him, a warm grin resting on his lips.

The two of them weren’t back to how they were before, and Sirius doubted that they would ever be, but just being able to be the reason for Remus’ smile was more than enough for him.

Just knowing that Remus no longer hated him was more than enough for him.

And Sirius was happy to be alive.

—

It was three weeks after his attempt when Sirius Black found himself sharing a cake with Remus Lupin in the Great Hall.

It was dinner time and —as much as he hated to admit it— Sirius still struggled to regain his proper eating habits after going months with hardly consuming anything at all.

Remus noticed, James noticed, Peter noticed, hell even Lily noticed Sirius’ lack of eating, but it seemed that no matter what they did they just couldn’t get him to eat.

Until Remus made an offer.

“Share this cake with me, yeah?” Remus asked him, sliding the plate between them with a smile.

Sirius had hardly touched his own food, and the thought of eating honestly made him sick to his stomach, but he couldn’t bring himself to refuse this offer from Remus.

Especially not with that sweet and soft look that Remus was giving him through his thick lashes, eyes sparkling brightly.

Remus smiled to himself as Sirius took a bite, swallowing it down with a forced gulp. If seeing Sirius eat again meant that Remus had to share all of his meals, he would happily oblige.

The action made Sirius feel guilty at first —after all, this was Remus’ food— but for the first time in months he was able to eat something without instantly throwing it up afterwards.

Sirius laughed when Remus wet a napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth, dusting off crumbs from the cake he had devoured.

And Sirius was happy to be alive.

—

It was a month and sixteen days after his attempt when Sirius Black found himself with a wand pressed to his neck.

He was just trying to walk to class —hands fiddling through his bag as he looked for the paper he knew would be due— when someone pushed him swiftly against the wall, forearm pressed firmly against his throat.

Sirius felt his airway close up under the pressure as he stared down at one of Snivellus’ cronies. He did his best to keep a straight face, trying to appear unfazed, but his struggle to breath was causing his facade to crumble.

“You worthless blood traitor,” the Slytherin seethed, weilding his wand so that it dug right beneath Sirius’ jaw.

Sirius couldn’t say anything, he simply gasped for air. His body was still too weak to push the boy off of him, and he internally cursed himself for allowing himself to become this helpless.

Just seconds later, someone yanked his offender back, causing Sirius to slump to the ground.

“Oi, sod off!” Peter shouted, landing a punch square to the other boy’s jaw, sending him staggering back a few steps.

Sirius stared up at Peter in awe, hand holding his throat as he gasped for the air that his lungs had been so rudely denied. He smiled at the blonde, pride swallowing him as he watched his shy and innocent friend sneer at the Slytherin.

Peter whipped back around as the boy fled, his confident attitude immediately diminishing as he stared down sheepishly at his gasping counterpart.

“You got one nasty right hook there, Pete,” Sirius chuckled as Peter pulled him up from the ground.

And Sirius was happy to be alive.

—

It was three months after his attempt when Sirius Black found himself swimming in the creek with his best friends.

They had been out of school for only a week, when James proposed the idea of inviting Remus and Peter over, and of course Sirius thought it was genius.

The four of them were excited to go swimming in the creek, but Sirius just couldn’t help but feel a small tinge of dread as they walked barefoot through the grass.

He was suddenly self conscious, completely the opposite of how he used to be just a year ago.

It was almost hard to believe that the boy who used to run around shirtless in the common room just to get on Lily’s nerves was the same boy who was nervously gripping at his baggy tshirt now.

James and Peter wasted no time shedding their shirts and diving into the water, instantly starting a splash war. Sirius gulped as he looked down nervously, knuckles turning white against the cloth.

“You don’t have to take it off,” Remus said softly, startling Sirius.

The sandy haired boy reached a hand up and cupped the side of Sirius’ neck, brushing his thumb along the skin gently.

“If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll leave mine on too,” Remus offered with a smile, hand dropping from the boy’s neck, only to lace their fingers together.

Sirius was caught off guard by Remus’ returning affection, something he had been so starved of for so long. He smiled gratefully at him and nodded his head, letting Remus tug him towards the water.

And Sirius was happy to be alive.

—

It was four months after his attempt when Sirius Black found himself kissing Remus Lupin in his backyard under the stars.

Euphemia was the one who suggested Remus come over to James, the both of them having noticed Sirius’ sudden loss of appetite again. So, Remus came over for dinner and Sirius was completely and utterly thrilled.

That one meal was the most food that the three Potters had seen Sirius eat in the last week, and there was no way to describe the amount of relief that they had felt at just the sight of it.

When Remus had to leave, Euphemia hugged his neck, trying to fight back the tears in her eyes as she thanked him for taking care of her son.

And she didn’t mean James.

Sirius smiled warmly at the sight —eyes dripping with love— before he made his way to the backyard, Remus following close behind. He would be apparating home, and Sirius wanted to see him off.

“Thank you, for coming,” Sirius said softly, staring down at his feet.

He hated that he was so nervous, he felt incredibly stupid for it, actually. In all honesty, he was glad how dark it was outside, that way Remus wouldn’t be able to see the blush tinting his cheeks.

“I know I really messed up, Moons, I know I did. Thank you for forgiving me when you didn’t have to a-and for saving me in the astronomy tower and for being here when I—”

But Sirius couldn’t finish due to the soft lips that were suddenly pressing against his, arms winding tightly around his waist. It took him a solid three seconds before he finally registered that Remus was kissing him, and he finally allowed himself to kiss back.

He couldn’t even begin trying to explain the warmth that exploded inside of his chest as he wound his arms around the other’s neck, pulling him in even closer.

And Sirius was happy to be alive.

—

It was five and a half months after his attempt when Sirius Black found himself snuggled up next to Remus on the Hogwarts Express.

Summer had finally come and gone and Remus nearly fell backwards when Sirius tackled him in a hug, littering kisses all across his pale cheeks as he stood in the compartment doorway.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Sirius said between kisses, a grin painted on his lips.

Remus simply laughed, hugging Sirius back tightly before prying the boy off of him. “I love you too, Pads,” he chuckled, pressing a single kiss to the tan boy’s forehead.

James faked a gag at the two of them, but the happiness he felt over the fact that they were back together was very apparent on his face.

The three boys settled into their compartment —Peter joining them just a few minutes later— and began talking about what they believed would be happening during the upcoming school year.

Remus had an arm wrapped securely around Sirius’ waist, holding him flush to his side. Sirius couldn’t help up smile, relishing in the warmth and comfort that Moony gave off, soaking it all in as he held onto his boyfriend’s sweater.

He stared up at Remus while he talked, admiring the features he loved oh so much, making sure to take a mental image of this perfect boy.

When Remus finally looked down, his eyes went a little wide, a faint blush trailing across his scarred nose. He raised a hand up to brush some of the hair out of Sirius’ face, tucking it behind his ear.

“What?” Remus asked, smiling widely.

Sirius let out a breathy laugh, pulling Remus’ face down to press a soft kiss to his lips. When he pulled away and their eyes met, he finally felt as if everything was going to be alright.

“I’m so happy that I’m alive.”

[isitandwonder]

I’ve seen so much shit go down these past few days and I really don’t need stuff  like that at the end of this fucked year. I’ve been talking back and forth with mutuals over the last several days, I’ve seen the mess unfold on Twitter, people came to my inbox to ask what was happening.

Yet I didn’t want to give this unsubstantiated, rather silly and exaggerated accusations room on my blog. I hoped it would die down. I’m also only lurking on Twitter and IG and would never get involved with fandom there cause those sites stress me out.

This whole mess also made me enormously angry so I needed time to calm down.

Now I only like to say a few things and then I hope I can be done with this.

I think this whole shit show is a perfect example for the dark side of social media, how things get inflated, facts messed up and allegations thrown around. It shows that for a lot of people it’s all about performative behavior. I doubt these accusations would’ve been aired if it had been John Smith from next door who behaved badly. I’m also shocked by a culture that completely disregards facts and proof and judges entirely emotional. Where’s your brain, people?

Of course, you never know with celebs, but the balance of probability still applies to them as well. Someone against no other complains have ever surfaced, who loves his mum and sis, talks very respectful of female colleagues and even donated his salary to an anti-sexual violence charity must truly be rather cunning to be a secret abuser.

When there are allegations of sexual misconduct, you should believe the ‘victim’. Okay, I’m totally with that. But that ‘victim’ doesn’t have to give you any proof for anything they accuse another person off, probably destroying their livelyhood with just a few words? Not even a coherent account of what they’re accusing someone off? Like, what the fuck??? Are people out of their minds?

If you choose to go public with heavy allegations, of course you have to give some facts of what happened to you. Not sordid details but facts that can confirm and explain what you’re hinting at. Like a date, proof you were where you said you were, or a general outline of what happened so other people can comprehed and consider if your allegations are believable. Because we’re all aware of false allegations esp against celebs. We’re also all aware that this is usually no fun for the alleged ‘victim’. So it’s for their own safety and integrity that they have to share some facts. Esp in a case where the allegations started vague with ‘bad experience’, then morphed into ‘sexual assault’, to end up as ‘harassment’ or ‘attempted sexual misconduct’. If you accuse someone of these offences you have to give at least some facts as to what transpired. Otherwise those big words are baseless which doesn’t mean they won’t do harm to both the accuser and the accused.

I believe a ‘victim’ if they have some sort of proof for what they say they were subjected to or can at least give a consistent account of what happened. To describe yourself as a ‘victim’, something objectively harming has had to have happened to you. Sorry, but otherwise it all frays out into a subjective feeling of discomfort, which then is on you and on no one else.

Without some details, simply nothing happened and all this is a storm in a tea cup.

No one forced the people who brought these allegations up to post on social media. They said nothing physical happened and they don’t want to press charges. Why did they even post it then? To warn other women? But to warn someone you have to tell them what you’re warning them about. Did they want to cut Tim down a nodge? Did they want attention and clout? Were they still angry and just wanted to vent? Whatever, social media is not the best place to work through trauma. Get a therapist or a councelor or a lawyer. But just putting unsubstantiated accusations out there is the worst way for everyone involved.

There is no proof this person ever even met Tim. There is no proof anything happened between them. Not that I don’t believe them that he acted like a douche, but if it’s just their word and no proof for anything or details are needed even I could claim the same this woman does (and I have proof I ‘met’ him twice). So you see where this ‘believe the victim’ leads us. Nowhere. The ‘victim’ has at least to proof that there was possible victimisation.

I get it, the girl who met Tim presumably at a party during HSN filming had experienced some form of sexual abuse in high school (her post from 2018 was not about any celebrity afaik but about a guy she went to high school with. I’ve also never seen proof that she accused any other celeb. This was Twitter running amok imo). As nothing physical happened between her and Tim, I assume he said something to her that made her uncomfortable.

He was 19, maybe drunk/high. She was a bit older. He chatted her up, she said no. He backed off but might have said something nasty.

I’m not denying this could’ve happened. But that is life, not assault. It can make you angry and you might post about this incident to show he’s a douche. But label this sexual assault or sexual misconduct? We don’t live in a perfect world. She didn’t feel threatened or violated, just uncomfortable. But of course sexual assault gives you more clout than telling the story of a 19yo wannabe Hollywood star hitting on you and then getting pissy when you turned him down. I mean, water is wet, right? But assault? Misconduct? Harassment? Now you’re talking...

Maybe the incident was more traumatizing to her than it would have been to other people because of her previous experience in high school. We don’t know. As she doesn’t say what happened, we can’t make up our minds. Which doesn’t stop people from throwing all kinds of shit around.

But, please, a guy saying some shit to you isn’t the same as a guy raping you. Is there no awareness of nuance anymore? Have you all gone mad? Yes, trauma differs for everyone, but come on. Men shouldn’t behave vile against women, but there’s still a difference between verbal insults and physical assault. Nobody is perfect and those without sin cast the first stone.

I’m sure this wasn’t Tim’s finest hour. If she’d just said what happened we could all have handled this better.

But Tim’s not a Kevin Spacey ffs.

I know we’re all bored out of our minds. But can we please keep a sense of proportion here? Stop leveling everything to look woke. It’s insulting to real survivors.

Tim is not a predatory rapist and that woman is not a pathological liar out to destroy celebs. The truth lies in between and for sure is much more pathetic, petty and boring.

[witchiswriting]

‘Tis the Damn Season Chapter 1

Summary: Pre-Apocalypse.  Adrielle left her town and Negan behind three years ago but when she comes back along with her feelings she found the man she couldn’t get over is moved on. Dealing with depression at the same time, could Adrielle find what she’s looking for?

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Depressed Main Character, Mental Illnes

Author’s Note: This is a story I came up with when I listened to Taylor’s Tis the Damn Season song. I don’t know how but the song painted a really clear picture for this story. So, I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. Also it’s my participation to @band--psycho​‘s Music Writing Challenge.

Pairings: Negan x Adrielle (OC)

Enjoying feeling of the melting snowflake on tip of your nose, you watched the town you could never leave behind. No matter how long it has been, this place has been with you all the time. Thinking about the Christmas dinners your mother served every year even though you were absent in all of them for the past 3 years. During those years you thought you were healed, or you made yourself believe it. The difference doesn’t matter, you’re here because of him. Because you can’t deny your feelings anymore. You miss the man you hurt the most.

After all the things that took place and all the disasters you left behind your departure, you couldn't control your feelings and fears anymore. So, you left LA for the holiday season and came back to spend Christmas with your family, and if you are lucky enough, with him.

In the past 3 years you thought if he moved on and found someone else who is worthy of his love. The possibility left a bitter taste in your mouth. You know you are being selfish but imagining him with some other woman makes your heart ache. So, you’d done what you do best, drowning yourself in meaningless relationship and casual sex yet it wasn’t enough to stop that nasty voice in your head, none of them were him.

Shutting down your cruel mind, you quickly pushed the thoughts away. You were standing in front of the door of your home, your parents’ home to be correct. You put on the best smile on your face and knocked the wooden surface.

In a rush the door opened, and you found your mom, Jane, in front of you, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. The years added a few wrinkles around her eyes, but her emerald green orbs shined with the same tenderness. Her hair was longer, and it suited her sharp features just right.

'Oh, thank goodness, you're finally here' Jane took you between her welcoming arms, surrounding you with that welcoming feeling you’d never forgotten, holding you tightly. 'Adrielle Pamela Wintringham! If you dare not coming back and visit us every year, you'll find me on your door with my bags. This is a serious threat miss!' She laughed into your raven hair.

Before being able to answer your mom, you heard a pair of very familiar footsteps. Your father, the only man you trust with your own life, is now standing right before you.

'Jane, leave the poor girl alone. If you keep saying shit like that, she will probably change her identity and start a new life who knows goddamn where.'  He joked, showing his pearly whites.

Leaving your mom, you took a big step and hugged your dad.  The break which lasted for 3 years made you miss your family more than you could ever imagine. 'Well, dad don't worry. I'll be coming back every year from now on. I missed you so much, guys.' You didn't even try to hold your tears back.

William laughed smoothly. 'C'mon Elle, let's get inside before we all get our asses frozen as shit.'

 Stepping into the house, you immediately went back to 3 years back. Nothing has changed. The beige couch you used to spend your days on is still located at the same place, the warm colour of the walls never failed to make you feel at ease, the shelves are still stuffed with your and your sister’s pictures. Though a new one caught your eye, she was standing with her volleyball team, holding the medal she probably won and next to him was the person you wanted to see most and avoid at the same time.

He had that charming smile on his lips, of course he has changed over the years, the salt and pepper beard took its place around his mouth. You remembered the feel of his stubble on your skin. ‘Fucking great’ you thought, years did him good. He was more handsome than you remembered, and you used to think it wasn’t possible.

Clearing her throat, Jane interrupted your thoughts with a soft tone. You knew she saw you staring at that picture but didn’t say anything and honestly you were grateful for that. Yes, you came back mostly because of him but it didn’t mean you were ready to face him even though through a picture in the first moments of your arrival.

'Baby, go change. The dinner will be ready in 10 and hopefully your wayward sister will be back by then.'

Making a fake offended face 'Where the hell is Andrea? I mean the Santa is back in town but she's out.' you joked slightly.

You knew you hit a sore spot when you parents shared a worried glance, they were still thinking about your mental struggles probably, but you wanted to prove that you’d beaten down the illness that chasing you since your childhood.

'Honey, she's out helping to the others with the giant Christmas tree which they put in the centre of the city.' William explained like it was nothing, but you knew your father too well to catch the tension in his baritone voice.

Not wanting to address the elephant in the room so you shook your head replying with a cheerful tone, 'Apparently nothing has changed. God I really missed this town.' The words slipped out from your mouth, but you weren't sure your parents bought it.

It's an old tradition that kept going on in your town for years and you have no doubt about Negan being there, helping everybody with a joy. He always loved this kind of stuff, you silently hoped this hasn't changed, and unfortunately Andrea is one of his best students.

Jane called from the dining room, letting you know that dinner is ready. Feeling thankful for distraction, you pulled a chair, took your usual spot in front of her.

Just as you were about to take a big bite from the delicious chicken, your troublemaker sister stepped in and made her presence known. She was looking at you with a Cheshire cat grin on her face.

'YAY! The older one is back. I have so many things to tell you Adri, oh, by the way we're still having the dinner tomorrow night, right? There are 5 days to Christmas, and it would be a shame if we skip that famous tradition.' She let the words out from her lips with overjoy. Andrea has always been a social butterfly and on the contrary of kids her age she enjoyed hanging with adults.  

'Is there a special reason for mom to not throw the party this year?  Or is it my presence that bugs you little lady?' You said with a sassy tone before you could think about the sore subject you spotted on. As soon as you realised what you just said you kicked yourself internally.

'Don't worry babe, I already planned everything and told everyone. We're going to be so busy tomorrow night.' Thankfully, your mom ran to the rescue again and replied with nonchalance.

Beyond excited Andrea blundered without realization, ‘Oh great! That means Coach Negan is coming too.’’

For a moment everyone around the table didn't mutter a word and you heard your sister whispering 'oh shit' looking at her feet.

The awkward silence was starting to annoy you, so you sighed and decided to clear the air, at least with your family. 'Guys, I really appreciate your concern, but it's been years, we both are adults and what happened back then is water under the bridge. You can't prevent us from encountering each other. I'm pretty sure Negan wouldn’t have a problem with this too. I'm sure he's already moved on and living his life peacefully. I doubt he would turn his back and run as soon as he sees me. Also, I’m here to fix my past mistakes. I can’t do that if I avoid talking to him, right?’ You arched your left eyebrow, a faux smile on your lips, the tension you feel in your stomach could make you burst into tears and then make you laugh hysterically afterwards. You were trying your best to suppress this feeling.

Your mom examined your face with a suspicious look but didn’t pressure the matter further and raised her glass in a toast.

Quickly the heaviness in the air disappeared and left its place to cosy atmosphere.

You could feel your insides hurt from laughing too much at your sister’s adventures in the school.

The happy banter interrupted with the ringing doorbell. Andrea started getting up from her seat. ‘It’s probably Nancy, she forgot her folder in my room this morning.’

Before she could move forward you stood up. ‘If it’s okay with you I would like to answer the door. I missed her too since she practically grew up in our house.’

With a genuine smile you walked toward the door. Ready for greeting Nancy and chat with her after a couple of years. You loved her like your sister. Both of them always managed to cheer you up.

You met with a pair of hazel eyes instead of Nancy’s blue ones. Negan was standing before you just shocked as you were, staring at you with wide eyes.

You were speechless. You didn’t expect to face him this early, you’re caught off guard.

His lips curled upwards with a genuine smile. Trying to be polite and casual as possible he finally said something. ‘Oh, hi. I didn’t know you’re back.’

Shaking off the whirling emotions that made you dumbfounded. ‘Hi, uh yes I’m back for Christmas.’’ You said, managed to keep trembling off your voice.

You continue to stare at each other. There was so much you want to tell him, and you weren’t sure if you could stop yourself from your arms around his neck.

‘Elle, baby invite Nancy in. You’re going to freeze to death if you keep standing on the porch.’ Your father intervened before you made something stupid.

Your dad couldn’t hide the slight shock but shrugged it off quickly. ‘Hello Negan. Troublemaker daughter of mine forgot something again?’ He asked with a smirk on his lips.

Negan laughed, you wished you could keep the butterflies in your stomach cool. ‘Fuck, not this time William. Actually, I’m here to give you these cookies.’

Deciding to form a friendly banter with him and yourself you popped the question. ‘Wow, did Coach Negan learn how to cook finally?’ You teased slightly.

He bit his lower lip before answering your simple question. ‘I wish I could fucking say yes but no, Eleanor baked them.’

Yeah, he indeed moved on.

@negans-network​

[diamondcamefromhell]

Finding home ~

Jaskier x Reader

[a reupload, as the first time it didnt show up in any tags, for some reason - trying to see if this fixes that x]

This was an amazing request my anon:

“ Can I request a Jaskier x reader where the reader has a massive crush on him and is jealous of all the girls he’s always with and just feels super insecure and like she’ll never be enough and on one day when she is feeling particularly down in the dumps she just breaks down and Jaskier finds her like that? Like start with angst end with fluff type thing? “

Thank you for this. i didnt even know that I needed this a lot. to write it and feel it and what not. i loved writing it. sorry it took so long for me to get to it. i hope you like it nonetheless.

Warnings: drinking (not sure if this should be a warning, but i guess better safe than sorry)

Word count: 2,497 (my longest one yet!)

Requests are open, and all feedback is appreciated!

There are things you never get used to, your crush being surrounded by a herd of women is one of them. When I began having a crush on Jaskier, at first I was sure I could keep it under the wraps, get it out of my head and heart easily. I never wanted to like such a flirt anyways. But life works in funny ways.

The more I liked the bard, the more women seemed to gather around him. His singing was like flowers, and they were bees, looking for them. His honey must’ve been sweet.

I grunt, making my way across the tavern to Jaskier, who’s chatting with some woman. She’s pretty, I cant deny that, but I ignore her, inserting myself in front of the lady. Being this close to the bard does make my heart beat faster than I like, but I ignore it.

“Jaskier.” I say, smiling at him, praying to whoever listens that my blush on the cheeks just seems like alcohol redness.

“Y/N?” He raises his eyebrows, and I notice him glance over my shoulder at the woman behind me. My stomach twists, wondering if he’s comparing her to me.

“Maybe we should head out?” I say, lifting my arm, getting ready to push the bard ever so little. But it stays frozen in mid-air, as Jaskier moves out of the way. I try to hide my annoyance, taking a moment to gather myself, before I look at him again.

“The night is still young, Y/N.” He picks up his lute, smiling at me, and then giving a wink at the woman behind me. My chest tightens.

“Geralt is…” Jaskier scoffs, cutting me off.

“Geralt can wait!” He shouts, picking up a tune.

I stand there, helplessly watching him. I know he’s doing what he does best – entertaining people. Flirting. I wish he didn’t have to do it all the time. The woman he was previously talking to pushes me to the side, giving me a nasty look, before facing Jaskier and going to dance to his ballad.

My blood boils as I feel anger wash over me, but I manage to collect myself. I don’t like losing my cool, especially not for random women. All of us are the same, falling under bard’s beautiful curse. He can’t help but be so lovable. I know there is not an ounce of bad intentions in Jaskier’s heart, and he does not wish to hurt me or anyone else, for that matter.

But this still did make my chest feel uncomfortable and my stomach tie in knots.

I take another cup of ale, staring as two more women become enticed by his music. They twist their bodies in a way that almost seems inappropriate, but it’s a fine line and they thread it well. I cant complain, they are just having fun. Unlike me, brooding here at the bar.

I analyse them, so confident in their bodies, knowing how to handle it, mapping every move perfectly. They find their footing easily, dancing to the rhythm, offering beautiful smiles to the bard. Even their hair, clipped back perfectly, only a few strands curtaining their faces. They were beautiful. You could write so many songs about them.

Unlike me. I could never dance with such ease and whenever I tried to clip my hair, it would all fall on my face, making me look crazy. Having a nice dress was not an option, as we were always on a move. I wish I could at least pretend to be half those women. I chug the last bit of ale, my liquid courage, making my way to the bard yet again.

Jaskier sees me attempt at dancing, giving me a smirk, approaching me. He twists around me, as we seem to dance together, but he soon trails off, to other dancers, leaving a cold spot in my heart. When he finishes his song, before he can get his hands on other, I jump in front of him.

“I don’t want Geralt to be angry.” I whisper, gently tapping his arm. Jaskier sighs.

“It’s not like we are going anywhere tonight, Y/N. And believe it or not,” he winks at me, making my heart flutter. “Witcher is not such a baby, he can fall asleep on his own.”

“I know that.” I try to look for an excuse, something that would drag him out of this tavern, away from these women, who were looking at me, angrily. I feel like I am surrounded by wolves. “I just don’t want him to come here and ruin our night.”

“Then maybe you should go be with him,” one of the women barks at me, as I helplessly grip onto Jaskier’s top tighter. “Instead of ruining everyone’s night.”

“Easy there, ladies.” Jaskier’s tone is still playful, but his eyes grow a little bit cold. “There is enough Jaskier for everyone.”

“We just want to have fun.” She basically droops herself on him, pushing me away. “She has you all the time, we want to dance just for one night.”

I pray Jaskier doesn’t fall for her sweet words, and for a moment, I get hopeful, as he gently nudges her off himself. But then he picks up his lute yet again, playing a tune. Slowly, I am pushed further and further away from the bard, as my heart aches.

Anger boils over me again, as I rush to grab someones cup from the nearest table, heading straight for the girl who pushed me and did the talking. I ‘accidently’ walk into her, spilling the drink all on her dress. She gawks and other women gather around her, squealing like rats. I see Jaskier rush to get something to clean her dress, realizing that he won’t be leaving anytime soon – so I make my leave.

The night is cool - I feel cold bite me. I am not dressed appropriately, as I realize that I left my coat in the tavern. Returning for it would mean having to face those women again. Seeing them twirl around bard, my bard, was too much for my heart too handle. So I just wrap my hands around me, as I realize I am not shaking only because of the cold.

I’m upset. Angry. Sad. I didn’t even know anymore. I was tired of seeing Jaskier be with all those women all the time. He doesn’t even need to try, they sniff him out like prey. He loves attention, he’s sweet and caring, and any person with a brain loves that. I wish I didn’t have to share him with the whole entire world.

Of course, I have to remind myself that he is in fact, not even mine. And by the looks of it, he never will be.

He always seemed to fall for everyone, but me.

Tears burn my eyes, as I pick up my step, fearful some townsfolks may see me. When I am finally in the woods, my heart calms down. I am so glad we didn’t have enough coin to afford a tavern tonight, being in the woods offered an escape and shelter I so desperately needed.

I see campfire and Geralt, still awake, sitting by it. His lips move, and I know he’s talking to Roach again. I make a b line, realizing I don’t want to have to talk to him. Nor do I want him to see the tears, who have so brutally made their escape, streaming down my face.

I head for a river nearby, dropping on my knees, resting my head on a tree. I cover my mouth, making sure that the Witcher can’t hear my silent sobs, I shake uncontrollably. I never knew a simple crush could cause so much heartache, so much pain. I see my reflection in the river.

I take a rock, sending it at it. It splashes all over me, but I don’t care. I don’t even care if I alerted Geralt. I cant begin to care at all. I hate being surrounded by beautiful women, who know all the right things to say. They smell of cinnamon and apples, not of horses like I do. They were everything I could never be, and that was why Jaskier always gazed at them.

And they gazed at him, in return, he would gift them songs. They would gift him with dances and kisses. It was a flawless, perfect exchange that I have seen so many times, yet have never gotten a hang off. I could never perform it, no matter how much I wanted to.

I fully lean on a tree, covering my face, completely silencing my sobs. I trap them inside me, where they should stay. The wind picks up and the breeze is cold, making me shiver even more. I uncover my face, staring at the river, wondering if things could ever change. I don’t like my odds.

I hear a branch break to the right of me, turning around, startled. My fear doesn’t go away, as I see Jaskier, standing there, his hands up in the air, as if he’s surrendering. What is he doing here? I want to wipe my face and pretend I am fine, but instead, I feel my lips shake as more tears come. I look away, shielding my face from him with one hand.

“Y/N.” He says, softly, as I shake my head. I want to tell him to go away, but I am scared of how my voice would sound. “Are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?” I manage to say, as my voice shakes.

“You don’t.” Jaskier answers, making his way towards me. Slowly, however, as if he’s cornering an animal. I wonder, just how bad do I look.

“Then don’t ask stupid questions.” I sniffle, wiping my nose with my sleeve. Not very ladylike. “And leave me alone.”

“I think you could use a friend.” He says, keeling to my level. Friend. Always a friend.

“I could use alone time.” I try to argue, but Jaskier is already sitting down. Our shoulders touch and the warmth he provides makes my tense body relax just a little. His hand lands on my knee, and I want to pull away, but I don’t. At the end of the day, it’s his touch that I crave.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes, but I don’t look at him. My gaze is fixed on a river. It flows so effortlessly, without struggle, I wish life was this way. “Listen, Y/N, I never wanted to make you upset.”

“You didn’t.” I say, not taking my eyes off the river. I notice big rocks in it, obstructing it’s flow.

“I didn’t want those ladies to upset you, then.” He changes his words, squeezing my knee. My eyes water yet again, but I blink it away.

“They didn’t Jaskier.” My voice breaks halfway through, sounding deeper and rougher after it. “Nobody upset me. I did it to myself.”

“I hate seeing you like this.” I continue staring at the river.

“Then leave.” I say, breaking my own heart. The river doesn’t flow simply, it has things obstructing it’s way too. Nothing in life is simple. I take my eyes off it, glancing at Jaskier. “You don’t have to see me like this.”

“I do.” He doesn’t seem to be fazed by my words, as he gently smiles. “I care about you, Y/N. Truly, I do. And I don’t care how angry or upset you are, I want to see it all. Because I don’t only care about the happy you, I care about all of you.”

“You don’t have to.” I repeat myself, like a parrot. My mind is blank, as I soak his words in.

“Right. I don’t have to, I guess.” He sighs, leaning on my tree too. Our faces are almost touching. I close my eyes. “But I want too, then. I get tired off all those perfect women, with their perfect lives and perfect hair. Believe it or not, perfect is boring.”

“But perfect is perfect.” I argue. I understand what he means, however I still want to be perfect. Perfectly boring. “Nothing can beat that.”

“Spilling a drink on a girl sure beats that.” He giggles, as I feel his body shake. I blush, not opening my eyes. “Being unapologetically and imperfectly yourself beats that too. Once you get the taste of perfect, you realize that fine wine is highly overrated.”

“So you prefer cheap ale?” I tease, as my body relaxes even more. With my eyes closed, I don’t see him, but feeling him, I know he’s here. I know he’s listening. It makes it so much easier to talk, truly open up.

“Yes. I guess I do.” His hand finds mine, squeezing it in a tight embrace. “It’s like coming home, where I don’t have to pretend. I don’t even like wine, yet I drink it. Blending in with the crowd you’re entertaining is what I do it for.”

“Isn’t it in bards blood to stand out?” I open my eyes, not looking at him. I listen to us breathing, as he thinks of an answer.

“You are correct yet again, my darling.” He sighs. “But stand out too much, you become a royal clown. Stand out too little, you fade away. You need a perfect amount of attention and praise.”

“You love attention anyways.” I see him nod, as he smiles.

“Empty attention is empty attention.” He leans forward from the tree, as I see him face me. I don’t turn to do the same. “It only matters when it’s coming from someone who truly cares about you. All of you.”

“How can you tell if it’s genuine or empty?” I turn to him now. His eyes shine, seemingly reflecting the stars in them. I try to look away, but his cosmos has sucked me in.

“You just know.” He leans in, placing his forehead on mine. I close my eyes, as my breath cuts short. “While we all enjoy finer things in life, there is nothing like people who make you feel at home.”

“Like Geralt.” I say, breathlessly. I try to divert the conversation, scared to get my hopes up, just for them to be shattered again.

“Like you, Y/N.” The way my names slides off his lips sends my heart to a race. I feel my face heat up, as tears prick my eyes yet again.

As he realizes I am crying, he pulls me to his chest, gently rubbing my back. Jaskier allows me to feel it out, to cry it out. Not worrying if I ruin his fine outfit or if I smell of Roach.

He doesn’t care about that. He didn’t need someone with a fancy dress or perfect hair. This little bard was more than just someone who was aiming for fine thrills. He was looking for a home, something exciting. Something not perfect.

And I guess somewhere in there, I fit in. Perfectly.

[hermionemonica]

Cause I knew I was in love with you (when we sat in silence): Marichat May 2020 - Day 16

AO3 | For the @marichatmay

Collab with @lalunaoscura

DAY 1 | <-15 | 16 | 17->

Day 16 — Do Not Disturb

Chat Noir perched silently on the next roof, looking at his Princess. She sat on her lounge chair, scrolling on her phone. She looked so engrossed that he bet she wouldn’t even notice if he crept up on her.

The urge was too much. Chat Noir was feeling mischievous tonight. He wanted to hear Marinette squeal in surprise.

This time he grabbed his bell in his hand so that it wouldn’t give him away like the last time. He silently and carefully landed on the Wi-Fi tower. And then with a light thud, he landed just beside her.

Needless to say, Marinette gave a shriek and threw her phone into the air.

Luckily Chat caught the phone before it dropped onto the street.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Marinette yelled after she caught her breath.

“Trying to get this exact reaction from you.” A shit-eating grin plastered on his face, he extended the phone towards her.

She grabbed it from his hand and put it inside her pocket. “Well, I hope you're proud of yourself!” Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned away from him.

“Aww, is my Princess mad at me?” He placed both his hands on her shoulders.

Marinette wriggle d out from under his hands. “Yes,” she huffed.

“Please don't be,” Chat mumbled into her ear as he wrapped her in a tight hug from behind. It made Marinette break into a fit of giggles. “See, I made you laugh!” He placed his chin on top of her head.

“You are an idiot.” She relaxed into his chest and sighed. Of course she could not stay mad at him. “Never ever do that again.”

“I can't really promise you that,” Chat teased.

“Well let me rephrase it,” Marinette turned around, grabbed the collar of his suit in both her hands, and tugged to make him bend down. “You do that again, and I will shoo you away with a broom.”

Chat scrunched up his face. “Me-owch!”

“Or maybe a spray bottle.”

“Hey!” He placed his hands on top of hers and removed them from his collar. “That's just brutal!”

“Oh is it?” Marinette cocked her hips to the side. “But I won’t have to do it if you be a good kitty.”

“You do draw a hard bargain, don't you?”

“What can I say, I have been told that I have the makings of a good businesswoman.” Marinette cocked her brows at him.

“Can't deny that, your Highness.” Chat brought her hands to his mouth and placed a light kiss on each of them, earning a giggle from Marinette. “So,” he shifted their position and tucked Marinette under one of his arm s . “What were you doing on your phone?”

“Oh.” Marinette wrapped her arms around his torso. “I was just looking up the latest trends.”

“Did I interrupt anything important?”

“Actually,” he noticed the playful twinkle in her eyes, “I think I am in the mood to kick someone's ass at video games right now.”

“Oh you don't say!” Chat raised his eyebrows in playful shock. “But let me tell you, I have had a lot of practice since the last time we played.”

“Why don't we verify that statement of yours, cat boy?”

“Oh you're on!”

Eight back to back matches later, out of which Chat had won three, he finally decided to give up.

“Well, at least you're getting better.” Marinette smiled at him. It was hard to believe how her demeanour changed when she played. Gamer Marinette was ruthless no comma and knew nothing except winning. But as soon as the match was over, she was his Princess, trying to cheer up her opponent. And strangely, Chat found himself attracted to both these girls.

Marinette stretched her arms and yawned. “Or maybe,” Chat offered, “it's because you are sleepy.”

Marinette smiled and shrugged in a tired way. “Let's go to bed.”

“Yeah.” Chat agreed.

*

As they lay on the bed, Marinette rolled over on top of Chat’s outstretched hand.

“So, Alya knows.”

Chat was probably expecting this conversation. “Yeah.”

“Is it bad?”

“No no! I mean,” Chat nervously went on, “We just don’t want this to get about, right? And Alya is not the type to tattle. So as long as it’s just her-”

“She’s already told Nino.”

“-and Nino-”

“Nino never hides anything from Adrien.”

Chat suppressed a giggle. “Well Adrien knew anyway.”

“WHAT?!”

“I mean-” He should really start watch ing his mouth before speaking. “Adrien was the one who told me about your nightmares.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t tell him that you have been spending your nights with me, right?”

“Of course not!”

“Well,” Marinette turned her face away, “he knows now, so it doesn’t make any difference.”

“Hey,” he touched her face and turned it towards him, “Is that bad?”

She did not meet his eye. “I hope he does not get the wrong idea about us.”

“Look at me, Princess.” She obeyed him. “What idea do you want everyone to get about us?”

“That we’re just friends.” She said easily.

“Is that all I mean to you?” For some reason, his voice sounded sad.

“I mean,” she explained, “you are my best friend and I really care for you. I know you do too.” That brought a smile to his face. “But there’s nothing going on between us, right?”

“Right.” The sad edge was still in his voice as he looked away.

“Hey.” Marinette shifted to rest on top of his chest. “Is everything okay?”

Chat nodded silently.

“Are you scared that Hawkmoth may come to know about this settlement between us? Because I can assure you that neither of my friends will tell anyone. Besides,” She sat up and flexed, showing off her toned arms. “Your Princess is a strong girl!”

“Don’t I know that?” Chat said jokingly and in response, Marinette swatted his arm lightly. He wrapped both arms around her and pulled her into the bed with him.

“I will never let anything happen to you, Marinette.” Chat whispered into her hair.

“Mm-hm, me neither.” She replied before drifting off to sleep.

*

Marinette reached school before Alya the next day. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened though; since Chat Noir had been helping her to sleep better, she was seldomly late to school.

However, she had not expected Alya to storm into the classroom and begin to rattle her bodily.

“Why the hell were you not receiving my calls last night? And not replying to my messages?”

“What?” Marinette kept staring at her best friend in silent confusion for a while. “You called last night?”

“Do I sound like I am kidding?”

She most certainly did not.

Marinette reached into her purse to take out her phone. She had not looked at it since last night.

Twelve missed calls. Two voice messages. Twenty-seven text messages.

All of them from Alya.

Marinette looked up with a guilty expression on her face.

“So what is your excuse?” Alya questioned.

Suddenly her eyes caught something on the notifications bar. She pulled down the quick settings panel.

“Ah,” she exclaimed. For right there she saw, the Do Not Disturb function was enabled.

But how? She did not remember enabling it.

Oh.

She remembered how Chat had scared her last night and she had thrown her phone into the air and then they had both fumbled with it. She had not checked her phone since then.

“It must be when Chat-" she began but abruptly stopped when she looked at Alya's face.

Her expression had changed completely from stern to curious. Now she had this nosey look on her face which could only mean one thing - questions.

“So, Chat Noir visited you again last night, huh?” She asked as she leaned against the back of her seat. “Why was your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’?” Alya raised an eyebrow at her. “What have you two been really up to?”

Marinette’s cheeks grew alarmingly red , but she did not get an opportunity to reply before Adrien and Nino turned around in their seats.

“What are you girls talking about?” Nino asked the question.

Alya made the let-me-tell-you-a-secret gesture with her hand as she replied, loud enough for Marinette to hear. “Marinette and Chat Noir were doing the nasty last night.”

“Oh my God Alya shut up!” Marinette hid her face in her hands and screeched.

“Wh-what?” Adrien’s brain had short-circuited.

Marinette assumed that the pure model boy was clearly not used to talking about stuff like that, which was why he had that reaction. But that only made her all the more uncomfortable. She really wished Alya had not said things like that in front of Adrien.

“Alya,” she muttered through clenched teeth, “let’s not do this in front of the boys?”

“Oh?” Alya took a quick look at Marinette, who was gesturing towards Adrien with her eyes. “So sunshine,” she vehemently ignored Marinette’s expression of panic as she went on, “what are your thoughts on the situation?”

Adrien suddenly found it very hard to breathe. “Well, just because they are sleeping in the same bed-”

“Woah woah hold up.” Alya leaned forwards. “Who told you about the same bed thing?”

“Uhh, Nino?” Adrien tried.

“No dude, I did not.” Nino flatly said.

“Yes, he would not,” Alya spoke up, “because even I did not mention that to him.”

“Alright fine, I eavesdropped!” That was his last, most desperate attempt.

“Woah, M,” Nino looked at Marinette. “You’re making me regret ever supporting you!”

“Oh no,” Marinette slammed her face into the desk. “Please let me die.”

“No no Marinette!” Adrien almost turned around in his seat. “I meant to say you and Chat Noir are clearly not doing anything!”

“And how are you so sure?” Alya narrowed her eyes at him.

“Because Marinette is a pure, sweet girl who would never do something irresponsible like that!” Adrien burst out. “She is smart and wise and she always knows what the right thing to do is! And I can never imagine her doing something like that!” He said all of it in one single breath.

“Dude,” Nino offered, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I-” he stood up, “I just need to go to the bathroom.”

Adrien left in a hurry. He walked quickly towards the bathroom. Once there, he slumped against the wall outside the bathroom, trying to catch his breath.

“Hey.”

He whipped around only to lock eyes with a very familiar set of blue.

“Marinette? What are you doing here?”

“I-uh,” she averted her gaze, “I just came here to thank you. For standing up for me back there.”

“Oh.”

“Did you-” she sounded really nervous, “did you really mean all those things you said about me?”

“I do, Pri-Marinette,” he stopped himself just in time. Luckily, Marinette did not catch on. “I think you are one of the most amazing girls I have ever known.”

“Uh, thanks really.” Marinette blushed lightly at the compliments.

“Hey, let me know if Chat Noir ever tries to take advantage of you or anything! I’m always up for kicking some superhero butt,” he joked.

“No!” Adrien saw a flicker of a rare passion in her eyes as her brows furrowed up, “Chat Noir will never do anything like that! He is my friend!”

“Hey,” Adrien took a step forward and placed a hand on her shoulder, “I was only kidding!”

“Yeah,” she chuckled nervously, “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

“It’s alright . ” Adrien smiled warmly. “Now let’s get back to class?”

“Right.”

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Having to keep your relationship a secret from the crew | Spock x Reader

Prompt: I’m a sucker for secret relationships and private Vulcans so I was wondering if you would do something where the reader and Spock are dating/married and absolutely no one on the ship knows until something dramatic happens and one of them lets it slip

Pairings: Spock x Reader

Words: 2,063

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who sent me my first request! Hope you like this :) Requests are open so please don’t be shy x

“Just be careful.”

“I plan on doing that, Ensign.”

You had to fight the urge to hold his hand as you walked towards the transporter room. The Captain had asked Spock to join the away mission and of course he eagerly agreed. This was probably one of the most difficult parts of being in a secret relationship as you wouldn’t be able to ask the bridge for updates on how the mission was going as it would be too personal. The last thing you both needed was the crew being suspicious. When you first became official Spock had requested that the relationship be kept a secret from the crew as he didn’t want people acting differently since he was in a higher position on the ship than you and you didn’t want the crew thinking you slept your way to get here. But it meant some form of emotional control since you weren’t able to touch or speak to him freely.  

You couldn’t help but feel sick at the thought of him in an away mission. It was part of his job and you respected that, but that didn’t stop the knowledge that he was going to be in danger. But what could you do? Babysit him while he was working? That wouldn’t be fun for either of you and besides Starfleet didn’t pay you for enough for that. The thought made you smile slightly as the doors swished open to reveal Kirk chatting enthusiastically whereas McCoy looked like a child being dragged to school. You went over to the transporter panel, putting in the coordinates with Spock conveniently staying close besides you.

“I want you to know,” his voice extremely quiet as Kirk was too occupied teasing McCoy. “that I love you.” You felt your body tingle as his soft words washed over you, if only you could both say such a phrase openly in front of others. Spock had his back against the away party giving you the chance to quickly grab his hand, whispering “I love you too.” He smiled warmly at you as Kirks voice broke your interaction.

“Spock if you’re too busy flirting with the young Ensign, we can always leave you onboard. We wouldn’t want you mentally distracted.” His hand slipped out of yours as he went towards the transport pads. Kirk made you worry the most that he would find out about your secret relationship as he was tough to deceive.

“That won’t be necessary, Captain. I am more than mentally able to be going on this mission.”

“You don’t deny the flirting part though.”

You could feel your face going red, keeping your eyes locked to the control panel trying not to give him anymore cause of suspicion. Though you could sense how uncomfortable Spock was which only made you want to hug him.

“I didn’t see the logic in addressing something so absurd.” His voice almost made you chuckle at how sassy he sounded. You could hear McCoy nagging at Kirk to hurry up which made you raise your head.

“Ready, Captain?” Your voice didn’t give anything way as you tried to bury the worry inside your stomach.

Kirk nodded, “Energize.” As you activated the transport your eyes met Spocks for a brief second before their figures completely disappeared. You let out a deep sigh that you hadn’t been aware of holding in.

 It was almost impossible to focus on your work as all you could do was glance at the time. It had been several hours since they had left. Thankfully you were alone, unconsciously fiddling with the necklace that Spock had gifted you which offered some comfort. Not being able to hold back you asked “Computer, where is the location of Lieutenant Spock?”

“Mr Spock is currently located in sickbay.” What?! You froze in your seat as the words sunk in. Why is he in sickbay? Maybe it was just a routine check-up that McCoy wanted after they had got back. You glanced at the time again, you still had 2 hours until the end of your shift and it would be too difficult to convince Scotty that you had to leave. Your colleague suddenly sat down beside you, making you quickly hide the necklace under your uniform. There was no way you could wait until the end of the shift. Your heart was racing with the possibilities, what if he was seriously injured?! Without wanting to waste another second you rushed up from your seat and made your way to sickbay.

You could be accountable to Scotty later but your mind was so foggy that you couldn’t keep the act of playing cool anymore. Normally Spock and yourself would only meet in the evenings, taking it in turns to stay in each other quarters and wake up early to avoid being seen. You confidently walked into sickbay looking around rapidly to try to find your boyfriend. The intense feeling of worry increased as you couldn’t help but think that Spock would be angry at your suddenly burst into sickbay but he would have done the same if the roles were reversed.

“What are you doing here?” A familiar southern accent knocked you out of your rapid thinking, turning around you saw McCoy looking at you with questioning gaze.

“I-I-I well,” you couldn’t form a single sentence, your brain was officially going into overload.

“Well I need you to get out.” Smug git. He tugged on your shoulder leading you towards the door.

“Doctor, I need to see Spock.” His eyebrow raised when he heard your request as he had never heard you address Spock so informally.

“The Lieutenant is currently being seen to by Nurse Chapel.  I can’t allow you to see him”

“No please I need to see him,” raising your voice as your distress increased. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

McCoy’s patience was now growing extremely thin, “I don’t see why that would be necessary,” even though you knew he wasn’t aware of your relationship his words still cut deep. “Besides, I believe Scotty is expecting you in engineering. Leave now.” But you refused to budge, suddenly playing a staring contest with the Doctor as he tried to calculate the real purpose of your visit.

“Well if I need to remind you, only family and those close to the patient are free to see him.”

“I am close to him.”

“He’s your superior.”

“He’s my boyfriend!” Both his eyes and your mouth went wide as you finally said what you had wanted to for months. He is mine.  

“He’s…he’s your what?” McCoy’s eyebrows were almost touching as his face was filled of confusion, “Ensign I don’t think you’re well right now. I’m telling Mr Scott you are no longer fit for duty, I’m booking you in for an appointment-“

“I don’t need a bloody appointment.” It was all or nothing at this point. You weren’t going to let the doctor prevent you from seeing your boyfriend. Without thinking you pulled the necklace from your uniform and showed him it.

“Spock gave this to me. It’s a gift.”

“Ensign, I’m worried-“

“You can scan it. It’s a rare Vulcan mineral called Vokaya and he gave this to me on our anniversary. I couldn’t just make this up. Besides have I ever showed a medical history of walking into sickbay and demanding to see random patients?!” McCoy glanced at the necklace, he couldn’t identify the origin of it but he started to think it through. Everyone knew Spock was an extremely private person and he rarely gave any personal information.

“Doctor, I would appreciate it if you would permit my girlfriend to see me.” The two of you turned around to see Spock looking frail and tired in bed. Forgetting about McCoy you rushed over to him, wrapping your hands in his. He had a large cut on his forehead and judging by his eyes you could tell he was in a lot of pain. He was probably trying to suppress it as he was surrounded by the crew right now.

“Are you okay? Didn’t I tell you to be careful?” your hand now stroked his face while your eyes starting to tear up. You noticed he was wearing a white gown and caught sight of his uniform on a chair besides the bed, it was ripped up and stained with his green blood.

“I was careful.”

“Yeah, it looks like it.”

“Is this the best time for sarcasm, my love?” He offered you a small smile even though he was struggling, it warmed your heart. Realisation rushed over you as the situation began to sink in, you began to think of a way to apologise to him.

“I’m so sorry, Spock! I had to see you. I know you’ve been on away missions before but this is the first time I’ve seen you in sickbay.” Tears were now flowing freely from your eyes, you couldn’t help but think that you might have lost him. His hand cupped your cheek as his thumb wiped away your tears, “Shhh don’t cry. I’m not angry with you.”

“I had no idea you two were an item.” You turned around, poor McCoy looked like he needed to see Nurse Chapel himself.

“Does personal relationships need to be made official to you, Doctor?”

“No. Though how did you two manage to-”

“Then I believe we can avoid any unnecessary debate on the matter.” Spock interrupted him, though his comment made you chuckle. McCoy rolled his eyes as Kirk entered sickbay which instantly made you nervous. You were about to stand up but Spock had a firm grip on your hand which kept you besides him.

“Well, I’d never thought I’d see the day.” Kirk commented with a grin, clearly enjoying the new discovery.

“That he got hurt on a mission or that he has a girlfriend?” McCoy teased making Kirk playfully hit him on the back. It made you feel better seeing them laughing since maybe it meant Kirk wasn’t going to be angry with you.  

“Even if something had happened to me,” his fingers went around the pendant of your necklace which made you turn your focus back onto him, “I would always be with you.” You raised an eyebrow at how emotional he was being in front of his friends. Maybe he did need rest right now to recover as it did look like he had suffered a nasty bump to the head.

“I wouldn’t have taken you for an old romantic, Spock.”

“Doctor, I think rest would be most beneficial right now.” Spock narrowed his eyes at the two and it was the first time you had seen some annoyance on his face. You raised his hand to your lips and gently kissed it, which made him smile again.

McCoy nodded, “for once I’m going to agree. Jim, he’s going to be fine after a day’s rest. For now, it would be best if we limit the visitors for our favourite Vulcan to recieve.” Kirk quickly told Spock that he hoped he got better soon and smiled towards you. McCoy came forward and gave Spock a hypospray on his upper arm which you took as a cue to leave. You were about to stand up when the doctor stopped you, “however I think it would be best if you stayed with him. It would benefit Spock having you close by.”

“That would be wise, Thank you.” Spock almost smiled at McCoy which almost put you into shock yourself. The Doctor left the two of you alone and it almost felt alien being so open with Spock without being in your quarters.

“How are you feeling?”

“I am feeling an increase in stability since you have arrived.” You smirked at his usual logical phrase and straightened out his bangs.

“I think the care of Dr McCoy has helped the most.” Spocks eyes slowly started to flutter shut and his grip on your hand weakened significantly. You wrapped your arm around him so he could rest his head on your chest. That’s when you knew the medication was taking affect as his worries of others staring at your affection were gone.

“No, I can confirm you can take all of the credit instead of the Doctors rather terrible bedside manner.” He mumbled before drifting off to sleep in your arms.

[ansgar-martinsson]

The Best Intentions - Part 30

“Think on it,” Ansgar said. “Maybe even talk to your sister about it. She knows me. She knows how I work.”

Elias’ face fell into an odd, unreadable expression. He kept silent for a long moment, and when he smiled, the light did not reach his eyes. When he spoke, his words were a whisper - not angry, but intent. “She knows how you… work, eh?” His eyes narrowed. “Does she now?”

A shard of ice stabbed down Ansgar’s back - a familiar jolt, one that, as it melted, brought back a wave of memory. A memory of Rufus Valentine, of Faye’s brother, when he’d made a similar challenge. A similar challenge which had led to a deep friendship while he was married to Faye. A similar challenge which, when things fell away, had led to a threat of death upon their next meeting - should they ever meet again. Which Ansgar hoped they would not.

He hated the idea of having to kill the man.

And now, he saw the beginnings of the same from Elias. The natal spark. It froze Ansgar, his beer glass hovering, his hand unmoving, his facial muscles stiff, eyes rock hard and boring into the other man. It took a moment before Ansgar moved, but what made the shell of ice break away was the sudden flash of fear in the other man’s eyes. Ansgar lowered his mug and set his hands flat upon the table, considering, thinking.

And finally, he let his breath out. Here we go again…  He relaxed. He smiled, the alcohol in his blood easing him. He spoke. “Look, friend….”

But Elias cut him off. “Answer my question, Martinsson. Exactly what knowledge does… does my sister have about you?”

Ansgar smirked, glaring at Elias through the sides of his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Careful, Elias. I see that nasty little question just sitting there on the tip of your tongue,” he sneered. “If you’re as buzzed as I am, you might just ask it. You might just say something stupid, something you’ll regret. And believe me, you’ll regret it.”

“I deserve to know. I’m her brother.”

Ansgar sighed. “Listen, man. My sister is four years younger than me. Her name is Leda. She lives here in Stockholm. Works as an interior designer and she’s talented as fuck. In fact, I use her on my own projects from time to time. She’s a bit of an entitled, spoilt little bitch, but I love her dearly. Anyway, my brother and I, we are both fully involved in her life. I know, at any time, who she’s seeing. I know who she’s dating. I know who she’s fucking. Follow me?”

Elias’ eyes widened. “I do,” he spat.

“Good,” Ansgar squinted and gave a curt nod. “So, know this. Should anyone, any man, or any woman for that matter, ever hurt her, in any way, shape or form, I will hunt that person down and put a bullet in their brain, and don’t think I am speaking in hyperbole because I am most certainly not.”

He paused, then, letting the sentiment sink in, glaring at Elias through lowered, narrowed eyes. He relished in the renewed wash of apprehension that slid over Elias’ features. He knew he was frightening him - but moreso in gaining the man’s respect rather than driving him to somehow forbid Ansgar’s relationship with Joline.

It was a fine line that Ansgar trod. And he knew it.

He took a sip of beer. “The only reason I know the identity of those persons who fuck my sister is because she tells me. She’s honest with me and… and… and open with me, and that honesty comes only in her own time and on her own terms. I neither force her to tell me these things nor do I ask those whom I suspect have carnal knowledge of her. Do you see where I’m going with this, Elias?”

Elias nodded and swallowed.

Ansgar smiled. “Good, I’m glad you do. So then,” he instructed, “the first lesson learnt is that I understand entirely where you’re coming from. I get you. I’m an older brother, too. I respect your feelings about me, about Joline, about this whole situation.”

“Fine. And the second lesson?”  

“If you want to know whether Joline and I are…,” he cleared his throat, pulled a face, and and gestured with a subtle vulgarity, “… well, don’t you think you ought to ask her, instead of me? Or simply wait for her to tell you? Out of respect for your sister and out of respect for your own career.”

Elias frowned, confused. “My… c-career?”

Ansgar nodded slowly, humming a tight lipped “mmm hmmm,” prodding the man to think. He kept his eyes on Elias but hid his face behind a long pull of his beer.

“Oh,” Elias nodded sagely. “I get it. You just laid the possibility of this lucrative, cushy job right at my feet, and now I’m… I’m….”

“Acting the unappreciative arsehole big brother,” Ansgar chuckled. His next words were sharp and cutting, but he spoke them with a smile and a lighthearted air. “I can elevate your career to new heights, my friend. But at the same time, if you somehow end up on my bad side… I can ruin it.”

Elias laughed nervously. “Look, Ansgar,” he leaned forward, elbows rest heavily upon the table. “All I want to know is… is… is what your intentions are toward my sister. You’ve been in the news lately, with your wife and –”

Ansgar lifted a hand. “Don’t you dare mention her. Not now. Not ever.”

Elias slinked back into his chair and sipped absently at his beer. “Fair enough,” he said, “but I… I can’t help but be concerned. I’ve heard… things about you.”

“That’s in the past,” Ansgar declared. “Far, far in the past. Things… circumstances… hardships have changed me. Enlightened me, so to speak. I can assure… assure you that my intentions toward your sister are nothing but honorable. I like her a great deal, and I care for her.” He swallowed down a belch. “I’d do anything for her, anything.”

“Even hire her unappreciative arsehole big brother?”

“If it means that I get the benefit of your talents, then yes. If it means giving you a path to more income, to give Joline some reprieve from taking care of your mother, then yes. If it means giving your boys more opportunities, more for their education, more time with their… their father, then yes.”

Elias shook his head quickly, blinking in surprise. “You know… about our mother?”

Ansgar nodded. “I know she’s ill, and gravely so. I know Joline’s caring for her. She hasn’t told me as much, hasn’t shared that with me, but I know it nonetheless. She’ll tell me when she’s ready, I’m sure of it, but if there are things I can do behind the scenes to make her life easier, make things better for your mother, then I’ll do it.”

Elias stared, as stiff as Ansgar had been earlier. Only the thing that pierced him was not a shard of ice down his back. Rather, it was a warmth to his heart, a shock to his mind as he attempted to process what Ansgar had just told him.

And the gobsmacked look of him made Ansgar laugh. “Come on, man,” Ansgar guffawed. “I’m not that much of a dick. My reputation isn’t that terrible, is it?”

Elias chewed his bottom lip. “I guess not,” he said. “I just never expected you to be so… so generous.”

“Funny,” he mused. “Joline said the same thing.” He paused for a moment, and the two men considered each other, sussed out the truths of each other, bolstered a new found respect for each other. A respect which Ansgar wanted to seal up, hold tight to, and commemorate. He lifted his hand, and with a quick gesture, summoned the server.

And the server responded immediately, bringing a bottle of Akvavit and two small, stemmed glasses. Ansgar thanked the man, and turned to Elias, gesturing at the setup on the table before them. “Please,” he said. “Do the honors. Pour for us. Pour, and we’ll sing and we’ll drink to our new friendship.”

“I’m not sure I can do this. These fancy to-dos, I’ve always been removed from them… at the theatre, I mean. As house manager, even though I plan these events, I’m not really involved, other than looking to make money for the theatre.”

Rose looked at her new friend with compassion, “You’re unsure because this is personal… and you like him.”

Joline wanted to deny it, wanted to preserve herself, wanted to maintain her dignity and save face. She threw barrier after barrier after stonewall after obstacle to keep Ansgar at, the very least, arm’s length away from her emotions. But if Rose read her that well, she’d already failed to keep him at a safe distance.

“Shit,” she muttered to her feet, her chin dropped to her chest. She kicked at a pebble in the grass with her summer blue heels. Where had she gone wrong? When did intense sexual attraction and chemistry become ‘it’s personal… and you like him’?

Rose chuckled again when she saw Joline’s reaction. She took a shot at what she thought she saw in Joline and the woman all but confirmed it. “Hey there, girl… honey. It’s happened to the best of us.” She caught Joline’s eyes. “We need to rub one out, satisfy Mother Nature’s physical itch to guarantee that the human race continues. Turn to the first person who… wets,” she winked, nodding to the conversation the previous night, “our female bits.”

“That happen to you?” Joline pulled out of her pout. Away from the scrutinizing looks and gossiping whispers, she felt more herself.

“You met Jacqui. She was my summer love affair… four years ago.” Rose linked her arm through Joline’s at the woman’s look of surprise. She followed the curve of the party setup, taking her friend with her. “Don’t be so shocked.”

Joline leaned her head on Rose’s shoulder, their pace leisure and unhurried despite the heavy beat from the rock music coming for the arcade area of the picnic. “How clichéd to catch the feelings for my partner.”

“I shudder to think,” Rose laughed at Joline’s statement, sarcasm dripping from each syllable.

“Tell me, tell me about you and Jacqui,” Joline begged, wanting the distraction more than to spill her guts to her friend about what was happening with her.

“An intern, she was, my Jacqui. We tried to hate each other. I hazed her shamefully.” Rose yanked Joline along to a shelter to sit down. “Let’s sit and chat. The sun is lobstering my face, I can feel it.” The two women stepped under the safety of the natural shade of the all wood gazebo.

Joline pulled her skirt down as she folded herself onto the bench that lined the inside. “So what happened? How did you turn up the temperature?”

Rose leaned back, stretched her legs out in front of her, and stacked one ankle over the other. “Jacqui looks delicious in green.”

“Huh?”

“A heated argument over some basic risotto ended her in wearing the shit. I… ahem… licked—you can fill in the rest. We kept it under wraps for a bit, but feelings can’t be contained… or shoved in a freezer.”

Joline furrowed her brow and then burst out a laugh. “Her or you?”

Rose smiled, fully committing to the memory of it. “Me. A self-inflicted punishment to,” she raised her hands to demonstrate air quotes, “’cool down.’”

“Did it work?” Joline crossed one long leg over the other and crossed her arms.

“For those eleven minutes, it did. But here I am, four years later, just as hot for her now as I was after that time out.” Rose pursed her lips, reading Joline’s defensive body language, sensing her need to hear just why this story applied to her current situation. “Honey, it’s not cliché. It’s wonderful and awful, it’s amazing and terrifying, it’s empowering and painful. It’s all those things when you open up to something—ah! Someone new.”

Joline looked away, scanning the park away from the Martinsson Construction festivities, over the lawn and the trees and the everyday people milling around being normal. She sighed. “I was married before. I met him at university and married him a week after we graduated. I dated him for two years, married him at twenty-one, and divorced him ten years later.”

Rose studied her friend’s face for a long moment. The woman didn’t blink, her eyes glued to the horizon, steeled and dark as she relived her ancient history. “I get it now,” Rose announced with a sympathetic tile of her head. “You had your chance. Is that it? So what happens now? What happens to you now?”

“Secret hidden affairs that last a week, maybe a month at best,” Joline admitted sadly.

“Because you’ve… what? Decided?”

“It’s what I know to be true.” At least it had been since her divorce two years ago. “Nobody wants a divorcee.”

Rose clicked her tongue in her mouth in disdain, disappointed that Joline didn’t see the double standard in her own generalization. “You do. Ansgar is too.” She threw her hands up in frustration, in disgust.

“It’s different for men. He… I’m his lover, but there’s nothing more to it than that.”

The breeze made the trees sound of rain, but it didn’t reach the tense air within the gazebo. Their blue eyes warred over the truth, their own personal truths setting them on opposite sides. Joline knew her empty love affairs of the past two years. Rose had seen Ansgar’s previous marriage and how his dynamic with Joline appeared differently than any relationship that came before.

“He brought you here! His first public appearance since returning to Stockholm. That’s worth more than few tumbles in bed.”

Joline sat forward on the bench, hooking her hands over the edge, and hunching her shoulders in disbelief. “Or maybe it was easier for him not to answer questions about his ex-wife.”

“If that were true, you’d be plastered to his side. Where is your temporary lover?” Another heavy dose of sarcasm with so much emphasis on her pronunciation of temporary.

Jutting her chin in the other direction, Joline didn’t unfurl from her hunched, shell like position. “The VIP tent, with my brother.”

“Your brother?”

Joline confirmed it, shuffling her feet along the wood planks of the floor, wishing she knew what kept them so long. “He invited my brother, his wife and their kids, because he knew I’d object to it.”

Rose burst out a humor filled laugh, shattering the tension in the gazebo. She pushed to her feet, using her momentum to get up into Joline’s face. She pulled the woman out of her prickly, protective and neurotic pose onto her feet. “Honey, that’s foreplay!!” She tucked Joline’s hand under her own arm this time to get her in the center of the party.

“Wha—what do you mean?”

“He’s bringing your people closer into his circle. Schmoozing them, charming them… marking his territory around you, sweet cheeks. It’s all foreplay and pillow talk. You can take your maudlin nobody wants a divorcee crap elsewhere, honey. There’s no room for it here, not with his bullhead around.”

Joline stumbled to keep up with Rose as she made a beeline for the VIP tent, peeking in the windows to get a glimpse inside. The butterflies in Joline’s belly beat a southbound flight, making her slightly nauseous. Rose led them round to the flap inside and dragged her unwilling friend behind her into the tabled area.

Ansgar and Elias sat in the center, clinking their shot glasses together and knocking them back. Their raucous laughter drowned out the other ambient noise of the beer tent. And then there was the singing…. Out of tune, louder than sin and so much less melodic than any song that either woman ever had the displeasure of listening.

[imagine-that-100]

Conversation | Part 3 |

Description of Part 1: Matty Healy x Reader (Female) | You are a photographer, who lives in Manchester, that’s trying to make it down to London for your latest job. Your hectic morning leaves seconds to catch your train and luckily for you the 2 hour journey goes a lot faster when you have someone to make conversation with.

Word Count: 10.1k

A/N: So this is very long but I promise you it will be worth the read. Got a little drama in this part and I hope you all enjoy it. If you don’t understand any of the slang I’ve used I apologise and just message me if you are like wtf. I’d love some feedback and message me if you want to be tagged! Hope you all enjoy, love you x

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After meeting your one of your favourite celebrities and your extravagant weekend away, your life quickly turned back to normal. You spent Monday in bed chilling out, managing to binge a new Netflix series and devour and a mountain of crisps and chocolate as you hibernated. You’d sent the ballet pictures off to your employer and they had thanked you and paid you generously which you were thrilled by.

On Tuesday morning, your best friend came around and let herself into your room waking you up at 10am. Something which you made you, again, regret ever giving her a key. Her excuse for waking you up was that she needed her dose of gossip that you promised her after she told you about Matty’s picture on Sunday night.

She made you tell her everything about the train journey home and you spared no detail. The more you thought about it the giddier you got because it was Matty fucking Healy after all, and you’d spent nearly 5 hours with the man.

You showed her all the pictures that he’d taken of the two of you and you couldn’t help but reminisce about your time with him. Apart from all the innuendos, he was a perfect gentleman and you and your bestie were giggling like school girls again over him. 

You absolutely adored the photos of you both. Your favourite was the one with his arm around you and he was kissing your temple.

Unfortunately, you couldn't stay all day with her and fangirl. You had to get up and go to work.

Reality was summoning you and you weren't impressed. You liked your bed too much to want to leave it. 

You walked into the dark bar wearing your black converse, leather leggings and a checked, red and black shirt. The bar was thankfully very lenient with its staff members and there wasn’t a strict uniform policy.

Choosing to reflect your mood, you wore dark eyeshadow with black lipstick and silently prayed no one would bother you on your first shift back. Some of your customers could be a little too forward with you sometimes because of the way you dressed.

Some of the things they described you as made you laugh sometimes because of how stupid they were. Apparently your ‘edgy’ look was hot and made you extremely fuckable.

Thankfully, you could handle them as your ‘edgy’ appearance matched your passive aggressive personality. You didn’t take shit from anyone. 

That was another thing you liked about working in the bar, your manager told you that if someone was rude to you, you could tell them to fuck off. The only other pro to working there was that the creeps that you served often tipped well.

You were doing a 6-12 shift and the evening started off alright but at 10 you could feel a someone’s eyes fixated on you. Looking down the bar you see a guy staring at you. He looked slightly older than you and he was sitting alone at the corner of the bar.

You went over to him when he asked for another pint, you politely served him as he wasn’t drunk enough for you to kick him out. As the night progressed you learnt that his name was Ryan and he was sitting alone in here because all of his mates were out with their ‘significant others’ as he called them.

It was clear that he was looking for someone to join him back at his place. It was quite sad yet funny watching as he’d start conversations with a few of the women in the bar.

You and your colleague were just watching, trying your best to retain your giggles. The women he chatted up entertained him for a few minutes before returning to their previous conversations.

However, due to the guys bad luck with the ladies, you were the only female left in the bar that he hadn't tried anything with yet. But something told you wouldn't make it out unscathed. 

You watched as Ryan returned to the corner of the bar and started wallowing in self-pity, whilst nursing his third pint. You just pay him no attention whilst you start drying the freshly washed glasses, polishing she glass was more interesting than the boring man at the end of the bar.

Your work friend Alec, who also happened to be your manager, informed you that Ryan was once again staring at you. You roll your eyes at this, you really couldn't be arsed with horny men looking at you in hopes for a good time.

Alec knew this, so he pleaded with you to stay away from him and leave him to serve the guy. However, you didn’t like to let them beat you, or you would be cowering in the back most of the time.

Alex was like your brother and you loved him with all your heart, but he was very protective over you. You didn’t plan to leave your side of the bar so you insisted you’d be fine. 

When you eventually went back over to Ryan, you made a little effort to chat to the poor man. In truth, it was just because you felt sorry for the man who had messy blonde hair and big bags under his eyes. 

If you were completely honest, you’d say he looked like a hopeless cause, as if he’d lost his ambition in life.

“Are you okay over here?” You say to him politely wiping the bar down near where he drank.

“Good as I can be” He tells you in a deep voice and he coughed to clear his throat. 

You looked into his blue eyes and he downed the rest of his lager, as if to impress you. You kept a blank face as you went over to get his empty glass.

As you picked it up off the side, Ryan’s hand enclosed around your own causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t suppose you wanna grab a drink after you finish?” He asks you with hopeful eyes and you had to bite your tongue not to say something nasty to him. 

You pull your hand from underneath his, along with the glass and say in the plainest way possible, “Sorry Hun, I’ve got a boyfriend.”

“Of course, you do…” You hear him mumble to himself and you have to try and contain a smirk that threatened to take over your features.

“What’s he look like?” Ryan asks curiously, almost as if he wanted to test you. 

“Brown hair, brown eyes” You say instinctively, as you poured the man another pint. 

You just automatically went for your ex’s features. You couldn't really deny that you had a particular type that you typically went for. 

And unfortunately for big boy Ryan, he did not meet your criteria. 

“Is it that guy over there?” Ryan asks gesturing towards Alec and before you could stop yourself you let out a small laugh. 

“God no” You tell him but a second later you bite your tongue.

That lie would have been much easier to keep up. Alec was a good-looking guy with brown curly hair and had the pretty boy brown eyes to complete him.

“Who is he then?” Ryan asks and you shot him a look. 

‘Was this guy real?’ You thought to yourself.

“Do you wanna see a picture or something?” You ask sarcastically, not actually believing he asked. 

Ryan then smirks at you as he takes another mouthful of his drink. After he swallows, he unfortunately opens his mouth again and calls your bluff, “Yeah, I do” 

You look at him blankly for a second, really not believing he had the cheek to question you on it. 

“Well come on then… I’m sure he’s your lock screen or something” Ryan continues, and you had to bite your tongue. 

You hated people trying to get into your business, especially strangers. If you didn’t want to go out someone, you didn’t feel the need to explain.

The fact that you worked in a bar made it difficult because you got the same question almost all the time. If working here for 3 years has taught you anything, it would be that lying just made it easier. 

Saying you had a boyfriend usually left you to get on with the rest of your day without being disturbed. Until the next dickhead came along.

“Home screen actually” You scoff. “Just let me get my phone from the back” You say before you storm off into the back, fighting the urge to throw a punch his way. 

Alec followed you in the back sensing your mood and made you explain what’d happened. You were so angry you couldn’t even look at him, you were just scrolling through your phone as you told him.

“Fucking twenty questions out there won’t take no for a fucking answer, so I said what I usually do, and now he wants proof” You rant.

“You could have just said it was me” Alec says with a little laugh, not minding. 

However, you snap at him, “I know alright. But I need solutions, not you highlighting what I did wrong”

Once you realise your tone, you look up at him with apologetic eyes. Alec was one of the most important people in your life and you didn’t want or mean to be angry at him.

As soon as you looked into his brown eyes, you felt all of your stored anger dissipate and you gave him a hug.

“Sorry” You say. 

It wasn’t Alec’s fault and his comforting arms around you made you feel a whole lot better. 

When he pats your back, Alex releases you and smiles down at you, “It’s okay... Do you need help taking the picture?”

“It’s alright thanks, I’ve got pictures I can use” You say as you scroll through your camera roll. 

You are so relieved when you find the ones of you and Matty in your phone and quickly set your favourite as your home screen. You don’t think you’d ever get tired of looking him kissing your forehead so sweetly. 

When you walk back outside towards Ryan, you are much calmer than you were a few minutes ago. 

“There you go” You show him, and Ryan goes to take your phone off you to have a better look.

However, you pull your phone back so it’s out of his reach and you say, “You can look with your eyes” 

Ryan studies the photo for a second and you watch as his face falls realising the picture is real. He swallows the last of his drink before putting it down on the counter with a thud.

“Yeah whatever… See you on Friday beautiful” Ryan says slipping on his jacket and begins to walk out of the bar. 

As you put your phone away, you raise your middle finger as he leaves without noticing. Unfortunately, he didn’t see you do it.

You were eternally grateful that you had been given Friday off this week so you wouldn’t have to see that piece of shit again. You heard Alec laugh as he watched you flip the guy off and then he comes over to you wrapping an arm around your shoulder. 

“What a fucking weirdo. Who tries to pull a girl on a Tuesday night” Alec says and you burst out laughing.

You were so thankful to have a boss like Alec. You’d known him for years and he had supported your photography every step of the way. 

He always gave you time off when you needed it to pursue your dream career and he’s never been anything but supportive towards your ambitions in life. You certainly were lucky to have him.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The week flew by and it was Friday morning before you knew it. You’d gotten up early to shower before you went hunting for some scenery to photograph. However, before you made it out of your flat, you got a notification on your photography email saying: Urgent.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the sight of the notification and read the email quickly.

Dear Miss Y/L/N

We here at Dirty Hit have been recently made aware of your skills and upon review, we have been impressed by your work. Mr Healy has highly recommended you for a job and I would like you to invite you to an informal interview later this afternoon to discuss this further. 

This would be a full time Personal Photographer for a Dirty Hit band. If you are interested, please give me a call as soon as possible on the number below and we can discuss the following details further.

All the best,

Jamie Oborne

You had to re-read the email a few times before what was being offered to you had sunk in. Jamie Oborne was offering you your dream job for a ridiculously good amount of money and you didn’t even have to do anything. 

As soon as your brain flicked back into gear, you called the phone number attached to the email. As the phone rang you held your breath not wanting this to be some kind of practical joke. 

Just as you were about to hang up, a voice on the other end of the line said, “Hello Jamie speaking”.

“Hello Mr Oborne? This is Y/N Y/L/N. I  just received your email regarding a job offer and wanted to find out some more information about the interview you suggested.” You ramble nervously and trying to keep your voice as calm as possible.

You hear shuffling on the other end of the phone and then some voices growing louder until Jamie says, “Excuse me a moment, let me just find a quieter room.” 

You stay silent waiting for him to speak again. You hear a door shut and then Jamie’s voice greets you again.

“Miss Y/L/N, yes, I’m really impressed with your work that I’ve been shown on your social media and wondered if you could meet me to discuss the job offer in further detail at… Say 3pm later on today?”

You look towards the clock in your room and you see that the time is 11:30am. 

“Yes of course, that’s fine with me” You tell him, and Jamie sounds relieved.

“Brilliant, no need to get dressed up for the occasion just bring yourself and we can discuss things further from there” He tells you.

As soon as you finish on the phone with Jamie, you called your best friend. 

“Y/N this better be fucking good, I’ve had point two seconds of sleep” She says, and you screech what just happened to you down the phone.

At one point during your conversation, you’re both just screaming at each other and you feel overwhelmed. You read her the email and she gasped when you told her how much money they were offering you and you still couldn’t believe it.

“You’re going to be The 1975’s fucking photographer, what the actual fuck Y/N/N!” She screams and you try not to smile.  

“It could be one of the smaller bands we don’t know it’s them for sure” You tell her, and she calls bullshit.

“The email said, ‘Mr Healy has recommended you’, from the way he acted with you on the train it’s definitely not going to be for another band you fucking idiot… You’re the 1975’s new photographer.” She tells you and you feel like you’re buzzing with energy. 

You can’t quite believe it.

When you next look at the clock it’s 12:30 and your friend tells you that she will be round at your flat waiting for you after she’s finished getting her stuff together. She says you will be having a 1975 fun filled evening and you don’t ask what she means by that.

You rush off the phone and start getting your shit together. You couldn’t go to a job interview in the baggy clothes you were wearing, no matter how informal Jamie stressed it would be.

You end up wearing black lace up heels with maroon jeans and a black belt. You decide to go for a black top that said ‘Believe’ in small white letters. You tucked it into your jeans to give your figure more definition and you felt really pretty.

You wore natural eye makeup with winged eyeliner and completed your look with a lipstick that matched your jeans. You had never felt so coordinated in your life, and to make everything better, you’d even had the time to straighten your hair.  

You pick up your leather jacket off the back of your chair in your room and slipped it on. You hadn’t touched it since retrieving your charger from in on Sunday and you smile when you feel Matty’s sunglasses in the pocket. 

You left them on your desk to make sure they didn’t get damaged.

You left your flat at 2:30 and you started walking towards the quiet coffee shop that you had agreed to meet in. When you eventually got there, you were 10 minutes early from speed walking because of your nerves. 

You held your phone tightly in your hand as you sipped on your coffee, waiting for him to abruptly cancel, telling you he’d make a mistake and found someone better. You weren't quite sure you hadn't imagined everything so far. 

When the bell to the coffee shop jingled you turned around to face the door and you were greeted with a friendly smile. Jamie wore a plain white top with blue jeans, when his eyes met yours his face lit up, as if relief had flooded his system.

“Y/N I presume” Jamie says walking towards you offering his hand to you. 

You stood up and shook his hand saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr Oborne” You offers him a bright smile which he returned.

“Just Jamie is fine…Can I get you something to drink?” He asks and you politely told him that you’d already got yourself one.

“I’m sorry I would have gotten you one as well, but I didn’t know what you liked” You tell him, and he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry, take a seat and I’ll be with you in just a second” Jamie said as he made his way over to the counter. 

You did as you were told and returned to your seat whilst quickly put your phone away into your jacket pocket.You looked around the shop and tried to take your mind off your elevated heartbeat.

‘Come on Y/N’ You thought, ‘Just get through this and then you’ve made it.’

By the time Jamie has come back over to you with his coffee, you’ve somehow made yourself more nervous and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. But his friendly smile did ease that a little. 

You took a deep breath and Jamie says, “So, it’s lovely to meet you Y/N for a start” 

You smile, “You too”

Jamie clears his throat after taking a sip of his coffee and says, “So in short, I’m offering you the job of being The 1975’s permanent photographer” He tells you and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from letting out a squeal.

“Matty has been messaging me all week about getting in contact with you and when he showed me your Instagram earlier, I was really impressed… I think you have the eye for it and from what Matty was telling me you really know your stuff” He continues and your shocked about Matty being so forward about you.

“He and the band are completely on board with you joining them for their American tour and I think you are a brilliant choice. I’m willing to give you the job if you are interested” Jamie tells you with a smile.

You can feel the shock on your features but quickly ramble, “I’m really, definitely interested… I just have a few questions” and Jamie nods for you to continue. 

You ask him your burning questions and he tells you everything you need to know.

You will be with them most of the time as the position is full time. You’ll be at their Manchester studio, when they aren’t on tour, and continue to take pictures of them. You can edit whilst you are with them as there is apparently plenty of free space.

You didn’t really have to take pictures of them whilst at the studio, it was just in case the opportunity arose, and you didn’t have designated hours to be there. You would be given full credit for all the images you took of the band but Dirty Hit would technically own them. However, you could use them on your own social media pages along with any other images you took.

Whilst on tour you have to get at least 25 images of them per show and to be fully edited and sent to Jamie before the next one so they can be posted on their social media. Not all of them would be used, but Jamie was after a varied range of choice. 

On tour you would be on the bus travelling with them so you were told that you would become very acquainted with them but not too worry because they were all lovely people. There weren’t any rules other than getting the images to Jamie before the next gig, and you needed changing your photography account to a normal one instead of a personal business. 

Jamie said he didn’t want anyone else to snatch your talents away from him and you were shocked by his genuine kindness. Once you’d gone over and agreed on your payment, which was mind blowing, everything seemed to be completely sorted and clarified.

“Brilliant, I’ll have the contract printed later on and you’re welcome to start on Monday” Jamie smiles, shaking your hand to confirm you were his employee.

“Thank you so much” You tell him, genuinely over the moon to be given such an amazing job.

“No, thank you… Just make my boys look good” He laughs, and you tell him that you certainly will do.

“Let me give Matty a call, he’s been waiting for this all day” He says, and you laugh as he taps on his phone and then brings it to his ear.

You obviously hear Jamie’s side of the phone call and you could feel the excitement bubbling though your system. You wanted to cry. You’d gotten your dream job, and best of all it was with your favourite musicians.

As Jamie ended the phone call, he looked towards you and smiles. “Looks like he’s eager to get the other lads to meet you, he wants me to bring you back to the studio, if you’re okay with that?” He says and you nod, smiling at him.

“Yeah, of course I am” You tell him, and you finish the last of your drinks whilst you wait for the taxi Jamie called for you both.

You tell Jamie about yourself as you wait and when in the taxi, he asks you how well you know the band and you delve into your history of The 1975. He seems pleased that you have been a fan for so many years and he tells you about his experiences with them.

When the car comes to a stop, you get out and follow Jamie inside. You realise that it’s relatively close to the bar where you currently work and mentally note that you need to speak to Alec as soon as possible. 

You needed to quit because the money that you were going to get off Dirty Hit per month was almost 3 months wages that you’re currently on at the bar. That and you didn’t want to be editing all day and then working in a bar at night. 

When Jamie gets to the reception, he tells the receptionist that he’s going to need another key card for you to use to allow yourself in and out when you please. The receptionist quickly takes your pictures and tells you that she will have it sent up within the next half hour.

Jamie seems pleased with the interaction and you both step into the lift. He presses the button for the 8th floor and he keeps light conversation with you, never letting things get awkward which makes you feel at ease in the new surroundings.

As the lift doors bing open, you walk to end of the corridor and Jamie swipes his pass through the handle on the final door. Once the light changes from red to green he pushes the door open and you’re greeted with a rush of warm air. You hear music playing from somewhere and look around.

The studio was huge, the band basically had a whole floor to themselves. You saw a recording booth at the far end of the room, which you could see held a drum kit, sofas, and a bunch of instruments and microphones. That was separated by a wall with a huge glass window in between and on your side of the wall was the huge mixing desk with 4 different monitors at either end of it.

You could see George sat with his back to you watching the screens whilst Ross and Adam were in the recording booth. From what you could tell it looked like they were setting up something.

Just in front of you were three sofas that congregated around a coffee table and a huge TV on the back wall. There were instruments littered all over the place and you noticed other doors that you would be sure to explore later on.

“She’s here boys” Jamie said when the music went quiet and you smiled as George, Ross, and Adam came over to meet you.

You offer them all a big smile and a hand shake, which they returned, and you then tell them how nice it is to meet them. George has his hair down and was dressed in blue denim jeans with a white top. 

Ross was wearing a black jumper with blue jeans and his hair and beard looked pristine. Adam’s blonde hair looked freshly cut and dyed and he was wearing black jeans with a plain white top.

You slip into easy conversation with them all and you were thankful nothing felt forced or awkward. You don’t know how or why, but it felt natural and easy being stood in front of your favourite band.

“Where’s Matty got to?” Jamie asks. 

George nods towards the doors just behind him saying, “He had a headache so he went for a lie down”

“I’ll go get him” Jamie says with a smile and he heads into the rooms. 

Ross picks up conversation with you and you can’t help the smile on your face as you chat to the three men you’ve seen on stage so many times. You tried your best to answer their questions until Jamie came back out with Matty by his side. 

The brunette with the mad curls was rubbing his eyes when he walked out of the other room and you couldn't help but take note of his appearance. 

He’s wearing black jeans with holes at the knees like the last time you’d seen him and a black hoodie with black converse on. His messy curls had fallen onto his face and he quickly ran a hand through it messing it up further.

When Matty’s eye’s connected with your Y/E/C ones, to you it felt like you went numb. Maybe because it felt like he was staring into your soul, but more than likely it was because you felt overwhelmed with gratitude towards him. 

Immediately, a smile made it’s way onto his face and you couldn't keep your grin at bay now. 

However, it immediately drops off your face when Matty smirks, “You brought my fuck buddy back”

You look from Matty, quickly around to the band who didn’t even seem phased by his comment, and then to Jamie. 

You shake your head and tell them seriously, “Definitely not” 

They all just grin at you though. You can tell they must be really used to comments like that as they all didn’t seem to believe him.

When Matty walks towards you, he wraps his arms around your waist. You go to return his hug by wrapping your arms around his neck but then he suddenly picks you up off the ground spinning you.

You let out a little screech and tighten your arms around him, so you don’t fall.

“Put me down now, you fucker” You giggle, and he just laughs down your ear whilst he does what he’s told.

When you’re deposited back on the ground, George comes over and wraps an arm around your shoulders, moving you away from Matty. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll protect you from the psycho over there” He says looking down at you and you smile at him.

God, he was really tall. 

“Thank god for that” You say. 

Jamie tells them how big of a fan you are, and you tell them about the first time you remember hearing Chocolate and how you loved it straight away. You don’t notice the band giving each other knowing looks and you don’t see Matty silently laugh to himself.

After about 10 minutes, your pass to enter the building is delivered up to the door and Jamie collects it for you. After he gives it to you, you clip it on your belt loop along with your flat keys, and then Jamie shakes your hand again and apologises because he has to leave.

“You have my number in case you have any more questions, but I’ll leave you in the very capable hands of the boys. It was a pleasure to meet you Y/N” Jamie says, and you say your goodbyes to him at the door.

Once he’s gone and the door is closed, you turn to Matty who’s grinning at you. You grin back and half run towards him before you stretch your arms out to embrace him.

You hug him tightly, probably for a second too long, and say “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much” into his ear. You feel Matty’s arms tighten around you as you go on, but you genuinely don’t know how to handle yourself at this moment in time.

When you eventually pull away from him, Matty looks into your eyes and he’s about to say something when Ross interrupts you.

“Hey Y/N…” Ross says, and you smile and turn towards him stepping closer to the other boys. “So, we heard what you and your friend got up to once upon a time” Ross grins at you and your face visibly drops. 

You turn towards Matty and send him an evil glare, then you put your hands over your eyes. Embarrassment wasn't even the word.

“Oh my god” You sigh. When you peak at them again you look between the three in front of you and say, “I was like Fifteen okay, I can’t be held responsible for that. My friend is much worse than me I swear… She still has a poster of you up in her room”

“Ooo, makes me wonder what shit you have of us up in your bedroom” Matty says raising his eyebrows suggestively at you. 

You just shake your head and flip two fingers in his direction. The other lads laugh at that before you all take a seat on the settees. 

Adam and Ross sit next to each other and George and Matty take a sofa each. You see Matty pat the seat next to him insisting you join him, but you smirk at him as you take a seat next to George. Matty sends you a death glare and the other guys laugh.

“I fucking love her already” George chuckles and you look at him with bright eyes.

“Awh yes, best buddy George” You say and raise your hand for a high five which he quickly returns.

Childish of you to do, but George likes it. They all certainly needed someone around here to keep them all alive.

You slip into easy conversation with them all and they seem genuinely happy to answer any questions you had. After an hour, you decided it was probably best to let them get back to whatever they were doing before you disturbed them.

“I better leave you guys to it” You say, standing up.

You head to the window to at the beautiful sunset that’s illuminating Manchester in different shades of orange and yellow. It really was stunning, you were glad you lived in such a beautiful city.

“Nah, come and sit down” Matty says sternly, evidently not wanting you to leave. 

“Yeah, tell us about yourself” Ross says, and Adam nods his head.

“Please” George says pats the seat next to him.

“Only if I can see if your hair is as soft as it looks?” You laugh and walk back towards him.

George laughs at that, but he gestures towards his hair and says, “Go for it” 

You laugh and run your fingers through it. It really was quite soft.

“Oh my god, it’s so much better than Matty’s” You say and Matty looks at you, completely offended.

“You’re a fucking liar” Matty states and you laugh take your seat beside George again.

“I’m better in every way” George says nonchalantly in his low voice, and everyone except Matty starts laughing.

When the laughter subsides, Adam says, “So come on Y/N, tell us more about you”

“Erm…” You think for a second. “There’s not much to me really other than photography and music if I’m honest” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

“And a hair fetish apparently” Matty adds and the boys laugh. 

You just shrug your shoulders because who doesn’t like messing with someone’s hair. You were certain Matty did. 

“Play any instruments?” George asks and you shake your head disappointed with yourself. 

You also feel slightly conscious that they are all talented and you just work with a camera that anyone could use. It was quite a daunting prospect when you thought about it like that, so you cast your mind away from it. 

“Not unless you count the recorder in Year 2” You joke, before telling them honestly, “I do want to learn how to play guitar at some point though” 

“Oh, she’s a drunk as well” Matty states suddenly and you groan.

“Right…” You say looking between the other boys, feeling the need to explain. “I told him about my Uni days, and he thinks I’m a pisshead… To clarify I only do that now on proper nights out, not every other night anymore”

“Shall we go out tonight?” Ross asks enthusiastically and looks around at you all. 

All of them are now nodding looking very enthusiastic about their new plan. You just watch them like a game of tennis, seeing how all of them reacted to the question.

“Only if we can go to that bar that I’ve been wanting to go in for ages” Adam says, and they all agree either verbally or by nodding their head.

“You up for it Y/N?” Adam asks looking at you hopefully and you shrug your shoulders and nod.

“I’ve not got anything better to do” You smile at him and his face is now beaming. 

He was just as precious as you’d imagined.

“Let’s drink the beers that we have here and then go down then, yeah?” George asks getting up and you all mumble in agreement. 

George goes into one of the rooms that you assume has a kitchen in because he returns with 5 cans of Budweiser that are chilled. You need to prepare yourself to be in the mood for lager, it definitely wasn't your favourite.

You thank him when he gives you yours and you crack it open. You take a sip as it begins to fizz up and release a sigh of relief as the cool liquid travels down your throat.

“I formally apologise now for anything I do tonight… This is your warning, if you insist on getting me completely wankered. Please don’t have me sacked because of my drunken antics” You tell them, and they all laugh drinking their own drinks.

The conversation between you all feels easy and not forced which you’re happy about. They include you in what their talking about and make you feel like a part of their group which you thought was really kind of them, considering you’d just met.

Before you knew it your first can was gone and you get up with George to get the another for each of you. You look towards the doors as you get up and the drummer seems to notice this. 

“Oh yeah, should probably show you around” He says before leading you to the other closed off rooms.

One led to a decent sized kitchen, another led to an office, and the other contained a single bed that led to the bathroom. George told you that they had put a bed in there so if anyone needed a break they could just go and sleep if they wanted to.

Once you got the beers, you accidentally dropped one that was under your arm and George looked at you as he closed fridge. 

“That one can be Matty’s” You smirk, picking it up and he nodded his head in agreement.

“Again, I fucking love you” George says and you laughed as you left the room with 3 of the cans in your hands.

“I know, I’m brilliant” You joke as you head back out. 

You hand Adam and Ross their new cans and put Matty’s on the table because he’s not finished his other one yet. 

You take your seat next to George and crack your new can open when he gives it you and take a drink as if nothing is about to happen. George has taken his phone out and you can see him pretending to type, when in reality he’s got his camera ready to video Matty.

You start chatting to Matty, about nothing in particular, to distract him from the obviously dinted can. George has somehow got Ross and Adam in on it because they also keep Matty talking. 

Every time he looks anywhere near the can, they made him look at something else. They seemed to grab his attention easily which was always good when trying to distract someone. 

You hold your breath when he picks up the can whilst he’s answering Adams question. Upon hearing it crack open though, Matty is met with a spray of lager that goes all over his face and hoodie.  

You and the rest of the boys burst out laughing. You laugh so much that you have tears threatening to spill down your face. The other boys are making it funnier though, because they are cackling loudly. 

You’d never been so thankful you’d drop something in your life.

Matty looked displeased with life which just causes your laughter to increase. You watch as he places the can back down and he lifts the bottom of his tattoo to wipe his face dry. 

You discretely looked at his torso and spotted the ‘We Are Kings’ tattoo disappear beneath his jeans. You love that Drive Like I Do lyric, so it was really mesmerising to see up close.

However, you were brought back to reality when Matty threw his empty can at George, which clipped the back of his head. 

“Hey! It wasn’t me” George exclaims, as he stopped the recording. Matty looked from George to you and you let out a laugh. 

“Fuck you” He says as he begins to drink his other can.

When Matty eventually dries off, you all made your way downstairs and out of the building. You walked next to Adam, talking to him about playing the guitar.

You weren’t really paying attention to where you were headed because Adam had just promised you that he would teach you how to play the guitar whilst you were away with them and you couldn’t wait. You may as well learn from the best if he was offering you his services.

Before you knew it, you were outside the bar that Adam had been wanting to visit and it was coincidently where you work. It was getting quite busy which wasn’t unusual for 7pm on a Friday.

It was usually a lot busier at this time actually. So you all may actually get some seats. 

You didn’t say anything to the boys about you working there because you just wanted to enjoy your night with them. You didn't really want them to think any less of you because you worked in a bar and they were millionaires.

You all went over to the corner of the bar and took up the free stools that were there because all the tables were full. You smiled at some regulars that you saw around, but the bar was quite busy which lead for them to become distracted by others.

You took off your jacket and lay it on the back of your seat. You were sat in between Matty and Ross, whilst Adam and George sat on the other side, creating a sort of L shape. You waited for Alec or someone else who was on tonight to come over to serve you.

“What do you all want then?” You ask. “I’m feeling like a vodka now” You tell them.

All of them say that they fancy a whisky which makes you furrow your eyebrows. You turn to Matty and ask, “Has it started tasting nice now or something?”

Matty chuckles a little at that. His eyes are bright when he replies, “No, but sometimes it’s better when its drowned in coke”

“Could just choose something you like” You say and you point at a bottle of red, “The merlot is quite nice”

“Don’t want to be wine drunk around you just let Love” Matty smiles before George collars him with a different conversation. 

After a few minutes of no one coming over to serve you, you decide to ‘fuck it’ and get up and do it yourself. 

 You slide off your seat and walk round the other boys and lift up the side of the bar which was about a foot away from them. Once behind the bar, you look up at all of them and they are looking at you with shocked faces. 

You get four tumblers from under the bar and line them up in front of them and grab the Jack Daniels from behind you.

“Erm… I don’t think your allowed to be behind there” Adam says, and you look up and smile at him. 

“Don’t worry, I work here” You say as you pour a double into each of the glasses. “Coke?” You ask them, when you look up at them and you see the relief on all their faces.

You finish off their drinks and pour yourself a healthy one as they start sipping on their own. You then ask Matty to pass you your phone from your jacket, wanting to pay for your drinks with your Apple Pay. 

The curly haired brunette happily obliges and takes it out for you as you go over to the till to see how much the drinks are going to cost you.

Once Matty once again has ahold on your phone, he shows it to the other lads. They all watch him as he types in the passcode and they all snigger.

However, their chuckles stop when they see your home screen. Matty turns the device back towards him and he smiles at the memory of him taking the picture. 

He thought it was cute you had it as you home screen, but he was certainly going to bully you for it.

When you come back over with the card machine in your hand, Matty smirks as he turns your phone towards you, and you see the picture.

“Oh my god, that’s a story for you all” You say loudly over the noise of the bar. You tell them all about Ryan as you pay for the drinks with your Apple Pay and how he wouldn’t let it go until you had evidence of your ‘boyfriend’.

“Honestly I’m so glad you took them to prank her. He left after I showed him that” You tell them and Matty looked at you in disbelief.

“What a load of bullshit” Matty says smirking at you. 


“I swear down it happened, I have a witness” You say as you make eye contact with Alec and wave him over. 

You see he’s wearing a short sleeved black top with blue jeans which looked really good on him. You smile at him when he comes closer to you and he hugs you from behind. 

“What’s my favourite employee doing here on her day off” Alec asks before kissing your cheek. 

You lean into him, smiling at his affection as you focus on the receipt coming out of the card machine. Although, that meant that you didn’t see Matty’s face fall.

“I’m here to get pissed and to tell you some awesome news, but I need you to back me up here” You tell him and move out of his grip and stand to the side.

“You remember that guy earlier in the week who wouldn’t leave me alone?” You question him. 

Alec replies, “That Ryan guy?”

“Yeah… Tell them how much of a creep he was” You say gesturing to the guys in front of you as you put the receipt into the till and go back around the other side of the bar and take your seat. 

You tune in as Alec asks you, “Didn’t he say he’d be back tonight?”

“Oh shit, yeah” You say and turn towards Matty. “You better play along if he starts bothering me again” You tell him, and he puts his arm around back, holding onto your waist.

“Don’t worry, Love. I’ll sort him out” Matty says and you snigger at him, leaning into him slightly.

“What’s the news by the way?” Alec asks you.

“Oh yeah, you know that band I like?” You ask him.

He questions you curiously, “The 1987’s or whatever?”

“Yeah that one…” You giggle to yourself looking around the boys next to you who also seem to be chuckling except for Matty.

“Yeah, well I’m now their new photographer” You say and show him your ID pass.

“Oh my, Y/N this is the best fucking news ever… I’m so happy for you” Alec says leaning over the bar to kiss your cheek again. 

You feel Matty’s grip on your waist tighten for a second but pay no real attention to it. You introduce Alec to them all and Alec insists all the drinks they are getting tonight are on the house.

“Alec no, I’m treating them because they gave me a job” You tell him, and he gives you a stern look.

“Well yours are free so that makes theirs too if you’re getting them” He says then looks towards the band, “Just promise me you’ll take care of her for me” and they all nod and the evening continues on.

Matty’s is still holding onto your waist and it finds its way back there each time you get up to serve them all another drink.

By 9pm you were very drunk, and you were having a really nice night. The guys also seemed to be having a good time and you found yourself admiring how they were together. You could see the love and respect they had for each other and it made your heart warm.

Earlier in the night, they they had made you give them your phone so they could all put their numbers in so you could always be in contact with them. They passed it between each other as you chatted to them about anything that came to your drunken mind.

When Matty entered his number in and sent himself a text, which none of the others seemed to do. When he gave you your phone back though you gave him a dirty look because he had inputted his name as Daddy in your contacts. 

“You’re fucking disgusting” You giggle, which was a common occurrence when you were drunk, and he sticks his tongue back out at you.

As you’re back behind the bar pouring them their 7th double of the night you spot familiar blonde hair walking towards the bar and you freeze. You get all their attention quickly and tell them to play along whilst frantically saying, “That guys here”

They all look at you confused but then you look at Matty dead in the eyes and say, “Play. Along.”

You down the rest of your drink before pouring yourself a new one which was definitely more than a double. The boys laugh when they see you put a lot less coke in than vodka and you take a mouthful before the inevitable takes place.

“Hey Beautiful” Ryan shouts towards you as he sits down 2 foot away from Matty. 

You can tell that he’s already drunk. You roll your eyes at the George and Adam before looking over. 

“Richard, right?” You say, wanting him to piss off. 

You really didn’t want to deal with that bullshit right now. That and drunk you wasn't particularly fond of people like him

“Ryan” He shouts over the noisy room. “Get me a drink Darling” He says moving slightly closer to Matty.

“Sorry Richard, not on tonight… I’m here for pleasure not business” You say taking a long sip of your drink, but you nearly spit it out when you see Ross having to turn around because he’s laughing.

“Stop it” You whispered leaning across to them all, each one of them now chuckling. 

“I’m usually sober handling these idiots but you’ve all got me drunk and it’s worse because I’m a nicer person like this” You say slowly, making sure you get your words out.

“Come on Darlin’, it’s only a drink… Join me for one” He says, and you shake your head drinking some more of your drink.

“Again, sorry but I have a boyfriend” You say sternly looking at him then down to Matty and he winks back at you. 

You leave the bar and go to take your seat again. But before you could do so, Ryan started again.

“Come on, he’s not here… He won’t care if we have some fun” He says, and you stand still giving him a dirty look.

“I think he will” Matty says turning on his stool and pulling you towards him. 

You stand in-between his legs and his arms are wrapped around your lower back keeping you in place. Your gaze meets Matty’s and you see that his beautiful brown eyes were now a little bloodshot from the alcohol.

You smile into the embrace to keep the charade going. You put your hands on his chest and grasp at his hoodie whilst looking into his eyes and Matty can see the humour in yours. 

You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing and look back over to Ryan.You see Alec pass him a drink and he downs half of it. His blonde hair is greasy, and he looks as if he’s homeless. 

“Don’t suppose you wanna share her man?” Ryan asks Matty and you have to look away from him. You make eye contact towards Adam, George, and Ross and all their eyes are wide.

You press your lips together shaking your head. They can see how angry you are getting, and your grasp tightens on Matty’s hoodie in an attempt to control yourself. 

Matty leans forwards and says, “Definitely not” and he then attaches his lips to your neck.

Your eyes go wide, and George starts laughing from the shock on your face. ‘Help me’ You mouth to them, but George laughs more, and Ross and Adam look away and taking mouthfuls of their drinks. 

You pull back slightly from Matty but all he does is move to the other side of your neck so now you can’t even get help from the others. Matty’s arms tighten around your waist so your pressed against him completely. 

You feel Matty’s curls tickle your jaw and you start to softly giggle trying to make it more believable but you can’t deny how your body starts reacting to Matty’s actions. Once he’s finished marking the base of your neck he litters kisses up until he’s at your ear and then whispers in a husky voice, “Let’s make this good.”

You giggle as you glance towards Ryan who is now just angrily watching the interaction and Matty just goes for it. He looks between your eyes and lips, then without hesitation, he attaches his lips to yours. You immediately go to pull away from him but his arms that were around your waist are now around your neck, keeping you in place.

You realise you’re not going to get out of this one, so you just let it happen, not that you really minded. Matty’s is gentle at first but then the kiss quickly becomes aggressive and your drunken mind didn’t seem to care at all. One of his arms travels down your body and it slowly came to rest on your arse.

This makes you giggle and Matty used it to his advantage. His tongue had found its way inside your mouth and you smirk into the kiss a little. He really was putting on a show.

Matty tasted like cigarettes and whisky, a combination that seemed to suit him perfectly. He was addicting and enticing, and your drunken self wasn’t getting enough causing you to pull him closer.

You could hear your heart beating rapidly in your ears, but it was quickly replaced by the sound of a smashing glass. You opened your eyes to see that Ryan had just thrown his drink over the bar in a fit of rage and you pull yourself away from Matty. 

The room had gone completely silent and all that could be heard was the background music and now whispers of people around asking what had happened.

“Get the fuck out of my bar right now, you fucking psycho!” You say sternly to Ryan. 

You even make a move to go towards him and scream in his face but Matty, who’s now stood up, holds you back. You can hear Alec also shouting for him to get out.

“Whatever” Ryan says as he stands up from his stool. His blue eyes lock with Matty’s brown ones and he says, “Have fun with your whore”

You lose it. Matty feels you lunge towards Ryan as you start screaming “I’m not a fucking whore just because no one wants to fuck you. Just because I have fucking standards and you look like a fu…”

You would continue your sentence but Matty’s hand has gone over your mouth silencing you. Ross also had his hand around your waist now, keeping you in place, not letting you get any closer to him.

Matty moves around you, leaving Ross and now George and Adam by your side to calm you down. You can hear other people around the bar shouting at Ryan to get out, but you focus your eyes on Matty.

You see him twist the rings on his fingers as he walks over and the next think you hear is a loud thud as Matty’s fist connects to Ryan’s face. As Ryan hits the ground, the room starts applauding and you see other grown men picking Ryan up off the floor and throw him outside. You watch as he stumbles down the street as you are bombarded with questions asking if you’re alright.

Your once dizzy mind is now balanced as you feel completely sober. The adrenaline pumping through your system had started to disperse and the lads were fretting around you. 

All you can do though is look at Matty’s hand worriedly when he comes back over. It’d already began to bruise, and you can’t help but ask, “Are you okay?” in a worried tone.

“I’m fine” He says and pulls you into a hug. 

You hug him back and feel yourself calm down a little. When you pull away you look towards the others and apologise.

“I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.” You start and they all start saying things like ‘No it wasn’t’ or ‘It’s not your fault that he was a wanker’ but you just continue to apologise.

“Alright, enough apologising” Matty tells you and then looks towards Alec saying, “Can we please get some JägerBombs over here?” Alec does as he’s asked and within the next minute you each have two Jägers in front of you.

“Come on Y/N” George says. “Can’t let that arsehole ruin our night” He says as you all pick up the first one. 

You feel at ease again as the alcohol flows down your throat again and when you immediately pick up the other one and down that before the other boys, they all let out a cheer.

As the night continues you end up all laughing like you had been doing before the disturbance. Matty’s arm was around your back grasping onto your waist and you had thankfully not left any lipstick on his face. 

Yours somehow had stayed on all night and still looked presentable, which was a miracle. At 10:30 your phone started ringing and it was your best friend.

You immediately answered and she was asking where you were. She had been in your flat for a few hours and your flat mate Chris was beginning to get annoyed, even though she was just in your room.

“I’m so sorry I totally forgot, I’ll come now” You half giggle down the phone and hang up.

“You have to go?” George questions and you nod at him with sad eyes as you slip your jacket on.

“Where do you have to go? We’ll walk you back” Adam asked, and the others nodded in agreement.

“Just home, but you don’t have to it’s only ten minutes away” You say before downing the rest of your drink. 

However, the boys have already started putting their jackets on. You should have known they’d be gentlemen about it. 

As you start to walk home, you link arms with George and you chat to them about random things about their concerts that you remember. They chuckle at your stories and they tell you about some fun ones from backstage. 

When you eventually get to your block of flats, you decide invite them up. 

“I have a bottle of vodka that needs to be drank, if you’re interested?” You offer them, and Ross runs towards the door before anyone has even agreed to anything.

When you start to unlock your door, you pre-warn them about you friend. “By the way, my best friend is here and she’s a bit obsessed with you so… I’ll warn her but if she goes a bit mental, I apologise”

They follow you in and you tell them to take a seat on your sofas. You walk to your bedroom and open the door and stop dead before you even enter. 

“Are you fucking joking?” You ask as you see your best friend lay on your bed.

She smirks at you and you look around your room in shock. She had lived up to her plan of a 1975 themed night by hanging all of your tops that you had of theirs around your room. 

She had candles lit around the room and she had your Brief Inquiry into Online Relationships vinyl playing in the background. She’d even made a sign that read ‘Poison Me Daddy’ and there was also masks of their faces were pinned onto your walls.

“Congratulations” She grins sitting up and running over to give you a hug. You hug her back, but you were still in complete shock. 

“I didn’t say you could build a fucking shrine to them in my room!” You say and she just laughs at you.

“I have something to tell you” You say as you pull away and she looks at you excitedly.

“Right, you can’t freak out okay… You have to promise me” You tell her and she pinkie swears to you that she won’t.

“Okay, well after the interview Matty and the boys made me go out for drinks with them which is why I’m so late” You say, and she begins to get excited, but you hold your finger up to pause her, “And they may or may not be in the lounge right now”

She lets out a scream and you shush her immediately.

“Don’t fucking embarrass me out there” You tell her sternly but then the door starts to open.

You hear Matty’s voice behind you asking, “Y/N, where’s the vod…” followed by a loud laugh. 

Your friend stands wide eyed with her hand over her mouth and you give her death stare. 

“Lads come here, her room is a fucking shrine to us” Matty says loudly and you turn around and start packing all of the shit away your friend had laid out.

“Matty Healy’s in your bedroom” Your friend says, and you flip her your middle finger as you snatch down the different tops that are hung up on the walls.

Matty walks further into the room and sits on your bed laughing and when the other boys look through your door. You stand there with your shirts on and begin blowing out the candles. 

“This evidently wasn’t my doing” You tell them as you shove the tops back into your wardrobe.

They all laugh and Matty says, “Whatever, fucking knew you loved us this much” as he lies back on your bed staring at the ceiling.

“No, she loves you that much” You say pointing over to your best friend who is stood next to your turntable which is currently playing ‘I always wanna die sometimes’. 

How correct it was at this moment in time for you.

She waves towards them and introduces herself and they all say hello back. You can’t hack them all being in your bedroom though, so you need to break them up before you get overwhelmed.

“Y/B/F, will you go and get my vodka and sort their drinks out please, whilst I clean this shit up?” You ask not being able to hold back your smile and she laughs telling them to follow her.

The boys at the door allow her through and follow after her but Matty stays on your bed. You ignore him and put your vinyl back into its sleeve and slip it back into its original place before you start blowing out more candles. 

As the room goes dark, you say to Matty, “Come on, out”

You hear him groan and a ruffle. Once your eyes have adjusted to the darkness you see him there, still lying down on your bed. 

“Fine I’ll leave you here” You say walking out of your room and closing the door behind you. 

The only thing you could say was that you were extremely thankful that you had tidied your room the day before.

After a few minutes, Matty joins you all in the lounge and you had all started drinking again and subsequently started making a lot of noise. Your giggles echo through the room and after an hour your roommate shouts through his door, “Can you two keep the gang bang in there a bit quieter, some of us have to be up at Seven!”

You rolled your eyes at Chris’ outburst which the band saw and tried to retain a laugh. 

“We’ll try Chris but just to warn you were fucking up against your wall in a minute so it could get a bit louder” You shout back, and everyone bursts out laughing like teenagers getting drunk for the first time.

Eventually when they settle back down, they finish off their drinks and then realise the vodka bottle is now finished. They decide it’s time for them to head home. 

Your friend has managed to drink herself to sleep despite her favourite people in the world being here with her. You’re a good hostess though and you stand up as they put their coats on and walk to the door.

You embrace Adam in a hug and kiss him on the cheek, and before he walks out of the door you make him promise you again that he’ll teach you how to play the guitar. You hug Ross and kiss his cheek too and when George walks over you look up at him. He wraps his arms around you and picks you up spinning you both around and you giggle loudly.

When he places you on the ground, he says, “Can’t wait to spend every day annoying you” and you laugh.

“Don’t worry Georgie, I’m sure it’ll be the other way round” You laugh and then turn your attention towards Matty.

He’s stood rubbing his now purple knuckles and you take his hand gently. “I’m sorry” You tell him sincerely, giving him a sad smile.

As he pulls you into a hug Matty says in your ear, “Don’t worry it’s fine, stuck my tongue down your throat so it’s worth it” 

He laughs as you release him from the hug and his laugh gets louder when you playfully shove him out of the door.

“Thanks for an awesome night guys, can’t wait to work with you” You smile as they make their way down the corridor towards the lift.

“See you Monday bright and early” Matty shouts back and blows a kiss your way. 

You shake your head and wave before going back into your flat and closing the door behind you. You put a blanket over your best friend before you make your way into your room. 

You strip off and put your baggy top on and get in bed and let out a small laugh at everything that had happened today.

When you woke up this morning you never imagined so much could change in one day. 

It was crazy. After that though, your eyes grew heavy and you let sleep take over you, the smile never disappeared from your face.

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❣️ When did your OC first realise they were in love? How did they react to the realisation?

That would include massive spoilers on future arcs, so I can’t get into that ;w;

💔 Has your OC had a bad breakup or nasty ex? If so does this have any affect on their current relationship?

Both of them weren’t in a relationship to begin with

💘 What do they love most about their partner(s)? What do their partner(s) love most about them?

Chieko’s favorite quality of Shigeo’s is his intelligence. We’ll get into this in a bit more detail later on, but part of it is, that Chieko did take a note of the fact that Shigeo is someone she can have an intelligent discussion with from a very early point on. And she just can’t help but feel drawn to that. Shigeo is someone who is actually capable of challenging her in that regard at some times and it does spark great interest and fascination in her. 

Shigeo also greatly appreciates Chieko’s intellect and the fact that she’s someone he can have an actually interesting conversation with. It’s her intelligence paired with her hidden bravery that made her interesting in his eyes from day one on. You see, Shigeo is someone who is dreaded, but then there’s this little girl with not much power backing her up but who’s still unafraid of mouthing off against him…..and….he likes that? Shigeo is used to half of the world following his commands as well as getting whatever he wishes for, so Chieko is a challenge to him. And he enjoys said challenge. At the same time, he genuinely appreciates that she clearly has a spine, even though many refuse to see it, and he actually does want to see her go to greater heights. 

(this was hard to explain, I hope it made sense //lies down)

💗 Describe your OC’s partner(s) from their point of view! What do they really think about them?

omg more POVs

Chieko from Shigeo’s POV

Marui’s brows furrowed, as the green fires in her eyes flared dangerously and warningly up one last time. Then she let out one of her typical huffs and walked past me. I couldn’t help but watch her stomp away, almost like she was some noble lady who felt insulted of being talked to by a guy from the streets. Which in actuality couldn’t be further from the truth. But that was part of what made Marui so, well, interesting. She was smart. Very smart. Much smarter than practically everyone in that idiot-gathering that was my own generation. So many easily-persuaded morons walked the surface of earth nowadays. They were easy to manipulate and of course I took advantage of that. Marui wasn’t one of them. She was someone who was actually capable of disagreeing with me on an argument and laying out the reasons on why I was wrong in her eyes. She wasn’t imitated by my surname or the power in my hand, but would only lift her chin upwards while eying me with those fires in her eyes. She had…so much potential and I couldn’t help but to be intrigued. So little people were as interesting as her and I would love to see her potential in full bloom. And so I only chuckled as she took the turn, her head still high up in the air. I look forward to our next interaction.

Shigeo from Chieko’s POV

I don’t need a diploma to know that Shigeo-senpai was not a good person. “Morals” was not exactly part of his personal dictionary and he took an actual excitement in his evil schemes and strolling through the school with everyone in his radius backing away in fear. He was ruthless, cruel and rude. And this is where the story should be over. But for some reason it wasn’t. I gave my best efforts in attempting to avoid him, but still he managed to find me occasionally and whenever he did, he was always so….smooth, polite and…… gallant. I hated how no matter how hard I tried to suppress it, my legs would occasionally turn to jelly when his sharp eyes fixated me and the blood would occasionally rush into my head when his sweet compliments reached my ears. Focus! He’s a gambler, a dealmaker, a spoiled princeling who was never denied anything in his life. He was capable to tell lies to casually and sweetly, like one would greet their loved one. He was not one to be trusted and I should be smarter than feeling charmed by his sweet nothings. But one part of me just couldn’t help but to be flattered when hearing his praise about things that anyone else in my life fails to notice. It was not fair! Why couldn’t he just be plain terrible? Why did he additionally had to be so eloquent? So witty? So attentive? So clever? So…handsome? Wait what? No I am not attracted to Eizan Shigeo, Head of Totsuki’s little Mini-Mafia and destroyer of dreams and happiness. No way!

💞 What do their respective families think of their relationship?

Oho~ I appreciate this ask, because I don’t think I ever talked about that

Okay so, Nene is actually supportive of this idea. Not instantly, but she will grow  supportive rather quickly. From what she’s seen of Chieko so far, she came across as well-behaved, intelligent and decent, even reminding Nene a little bit of herself in her younger days occasionally with those round glasses of hers, innocence and tendency to hang around with three guys who can be rather idiotic at times. Nene worries about Shigeo a lot (because of BackstoryTM) and she hopes for him to get truly, genuinely happy and she believes that falling in love could help with that. Whenever she saw Shigeo interacting with Chieko, she took note of the fact that Chieko is able to amuse Shigeo in a way that not many can (it’s not some sort off sadistic amusement, it’s a kind of charmed, adoring amusement) and that he genuinely likes her. Etsuya actually got to meet and interact with Chieko a lot more than his wife did. He’s not necessarily enthusiastic about the fact that the girl his son has his eyes on happens to be the daughter of two of the Polar Star Kids, who clearly don’t like him. He’s actually a little bit overwhelmed and confused by this situation time to time (he’s that math meme). However, he does not really dislike Chieko. Additionally, Etsuya also knows about Shigeo’s darker days and he does not in any way want to stand in the way of some happiness for his son. He’s a little annoyed by Shigeo’s constant “It’s business” though (ironically). But yeah, should Shigeo ever start to seriously start pursuing a romantic relationship with Chieko, Etsuya won’t be an obstacle to overcome. 

Now, Yuki and Zenji are a different story. Zenji is generally super overprotective over Chieko and would be wary of any guy making moves on her. But now there’s the fact that it’s Shigeo Eizan who makes moves on her. Who is basically the textbook bad boy and practically has a good bunch of warning signs attached to him. So yeah, Zenji is screeching. He practically considers Shigeo a danger to his daughter and panics when Shigeo is only near Chieko, because he doesn’t fail to notice that Shigeo is perfectly capable of making Chieko blush. Yuki is conflicted. We know how excited she is about everyone else’s love-life after all, so naturally she was also excited about her own daughter’s. She’s the kind off mom who would ask if there’s any hot guys in class when her daughter comes home from her first school day. Yuki was super excited about when Chieko would reach that age where romance would become a topic in her life and she was basically looking forwards to crushes-chats with her daughter. However, the guy that turned out to be her daughter’s crush (Yuki notices, despite Chieko’s denial) is Etsuya Eizan’s son. And Yuki absolutely can’t stand Etsuya Eizan. So yeah, she feels troubled, because she wants to tease her daughter and encourage her onto making moves and all that stuff, but she does not trust Shigeo in the slightest and fears he might be toying with her precious daughter. 

🖤 Have they ever had a really bad argument where they almost broke up?

They will have a rather big argument, but they won’t be a couple at that time. 

💋 Who is the best kisser? (if you’d like write a short smooch scene!)

Shigeo

💜 Give a random fact about their daily life together!

Shigeo tends to gift her macarons, because he picked up that they’re her favorite sweets (next to practically everything with Matcha) but she does not often get to eat them. 

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rip yall I'm on mobile and do not know how this app works. anywho please enjoy this snippet of oc feels that will mean jackshit to yall but I made me cry so whatever.

Trigger warning time: Blood, Choking, coughing do to illness but its magic, Avalanches, self destructive behaviors, purple prose, and yearning.

I know this isnt how tags work work but shh

#ocs #yearning #hurt and comfort #the gay shit #mopper #uncut, untamed, and unedited

Mikely shifted the ax that sat heavey in his hands. Rolling the stiffness out of his shoulders as he listened to the distant rumbling of an avalanche. It subsided soon enough, it's distance making it a non-theat to anything he cared about, and so, he was left to his thoughts and to his wood splittinng.

ca thunk

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crack

A new chunk of log placed on the stump

ca thunk

thunk

crack

And another, and another, and another after it.

Mikely lost himself in the simple motion, the exertion and the ache beginning to form in his arms were a pleasant distraction from his thief's proposition.

He couldn't give up on his role. He couldn't let all of those who rely on him for safety come to harm through his inaction. He couldn't go back on his word.

Copper's voice echoed through his head, the awful fairy who haunted his thoughts had offered to whisk him away. His stupid smile and kind eyes had disarmed him, made him vulnerable to the idea. "Come explore with me, I can take you anywhere, show you anything."

"show me a way to keep them all safe while I'm away." he had gritted through his teeth as Copper's kind hands laced golden magic under his skin, healing the gash that had started this awful argument.

"They can protect themselves, there are many fine and strapping folk down there. Any one of them could learn whatever they need to to try and fill your shoes," Copper's hands had soothed over his shoulders, "Besides how many people have you already saved, my hero? how many more must you save till you except it as enough? When will you have earned rest?"

"You know when." Mikely had leaned back into his chest and closed his eyes, ignoring the way the massive creature's hands had stilled before looping his arms around him a little too tight. A little too possessive.

"Why? please help me understand Starlight, Why must you give everything for people who scorn you?"

"Because I couldn't save them all."

"Of course you couldn't! You're just one man! My dear, you're brilliant in so many ways, and I refuse to accept you are stupid enough to genuinely believe you could do what even the gods can't!" Copper had turned him around in his arms, holding him like he might break, concern and hurt and emotions Mikely did not have a name for paled his stripes.

mikely had shoved him away, the spring in his gut coiling him tighter and tighter until he felt he would explode. "Well I should have been able too!" he stood from the bed pulling his bloodied tunic back over his head as he stormed out of the room. Copper was a coward, he always ran at the first sign of danger, so Mikely didn't know why he had expected him to understand.

ca thunk

thunk

crack

ca thunk

crack

thunk

He buried the ax in the stump with one overly forceful swing. He was panting and the hurt in his chest was returning just thinking about that awful conversation. He let go of the well worn handle and rubbed callused hands over his sweaty face, panting and pacing away from the stump for a few steps as he forced his emotions back into the box he kept them in.

"Mikely!" Metock's urgent voice pulled him out of his head. she was running and she looked frantic in a way Mikely had only seen a handful of times in their shared lifetimes, "There's something wrong with Copper," she bent at the waist panting as she desperately tried to catch her breath and convey this message, "He collapsed and I dont think he can breathe. I'm going to go find a physician in town." she took of down the hill leaving Mikely in a daze of blurry emotion.

Before he was even fully aware of what he was doing, his legs were carrying him back to the house, he heard Nulk shouting and something big coughing and gasping.

The ache in his legs didn't stop him as he rounded the corner into the sitting room as fast as they could carry him.

Nulk was shaking Copper, calling to him as the massive fae knelt bent over and heaving. Mikely knelt beside them looking to nulk for any explanation as he wrapped an arm over coppers back in desperate attempt to steady him.

"He was fine! and then he just froze and started coughing, he said he was okay but then he collapsed and it's still getting worse," they looked over to Mikely, desperate for guidance. "What do we do?" their voice was quiet and panicked hoarse.

Copper was the only one among them with any sort of medical training.

Mikely just pulled him closer, his stomach flipped as Copper's coughing turned to gagging, an awful clicking noise rattling from the back of his throat. His stripes were white with panic in a way he would normally try to hide.

Copper gasped as he grabbed for Mikely's hand and pulled it to his throat. He heaved as he turned to Mikely, eyes pleading as his hands fumbled Mikely's into a facsimile of choking.

Mikely stared wide eyed, his careful mask shattered by all of this. was copper dying? Mikely's mind ran blank as copper asked him to choke him out.

Copper's grip on his hand tightened it against his neck as he convulsed with another fit of coughing, his spit black with his own blood.

Mikely nodded and moved his hands into place, pushing on the underside of Copper's jaw and collapsing his trachea enough to cut off what little air he was getting. As he faded, copper struggled on pure instinct, too weak to do much other than writhe as he heaved and coughed himself into unconsciousness.

As soon as he stilled Mikely let go, his breathing evening out as he slept, hoarse and wheezing, but no longer choking.

"Help me get him to bed." Mikely said, hoping his voice wasn't as shaky as he felt.

nulk nodded and stood with Mikely, shifting to be larger than him. Mikely helped loop Copper's arms over their shoulders and followed close behind as nulk mostly dragged the fairy to the nearest bedroom.

Mikely shoved open the door for them and helped them situate copper on the sheets. Not thinking, just doing as his blood roared in his ears. He pulled a chair over to the edge and sat himself down, ready for what he felt would be a long sentinel.

Nulk mumbled something about going to go find Metock as they shuffled out of the room, leaving Mikely with his thoughts and with his guilt.

Metock and the physician came and went, he said something about how Copper seemed perfectly fine but he had no idea what he was and so 'fine' was a relative term in this situation.

Mikely waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Nulk brought two cups of tea to the room, both sat cold now.

Metock came in and sat on the edge if the bed and chatted idly with, mostly with herself, for a moment and then left again.

And Mikely waited.

He hated waiting.

I left him with too much time to focus on the growing fear that his last words to Copper might have been him snapping at him, and it was making his insides feel like they were full of rust and sludge.

Mikely knew on a practical level that Copper cared for him and went out of his way to help him, more so than anybody else. He knew Copper had just been trying to protect him from himself, as much as Mikely hated to admit he needed it.

And, he knew that his own feelings for the man weren't as complicated as he desperately wanted them to be.

As Mikely sat there listening to the creaking of the house and the near silent breathing of the fairy beside him, And as he watched to slow rise and fall of Copper's chest and the way his lips quircked up in a silently dream filled snarl and how his hands flex against the bed, and as his mind filled the quiet spaces with coughing, Mikely felt something in him break for the last time.

He loved copper so so much, he wanted to be with him, and despite all good logic going against it, copper seemed to love him back, and Mikely was done denying that the best part of his day was curling up next him and burying his face in the sweet scented expanses of grey and red skin. He was done pretending he was indifferent to the little stones and bits of broken glass and shell left on his desk. He was done refusing His Fairy's affection.

He was done denying himself a happy ever after.

As Mikely sat back in his chair he knew there would only be a short period of time he would get Copper to himself, he knew the fairy would grow tired of him as soon as he got to old to be beautiful enough for him. He knew Copper's home would call him away soon enough and that Copper would leave him on this side of the hill.

Mikely knew it wouldn't be long before Copper realized he could do so much better somewhere else, and he planned to make full use of whatever time he hadn't already wasted.

And so he waited.

As the sun was creeping in under the curtains, Coper began to stir. He shifted and for a brief moment Mikely feared the coughing was going to return as Copper cleared his throat. As he stretched and sluggishly drifted back to the land of the awake he coughed under his breath every few seconds.

Though, Mikely was grateful it was more of a 'tail end of a particularly nasty head cold' type cough than the 'Oh god Oh god is he dying' type of choking it had been yesterday.

"Morning Sunlight" He said as he rolled over in the bed to lay on his stomach, pillowing his head on his forarms

"Care to explain yesterday?"

"hmm-" Copper yawned as he turned his head to face Mikely, "Nah, I think I'm good," He smirked.

"Copper, you Scared us. You dont get to brush this off." His voice was quiet, which unfortunately undercut his normally harsh tone.

Copper buried his face into the crook of his arm and groaned, "Its… its complicated, ok? Can I explain later?" His hair raised as he made a face into his sleeve, "Plus, I really need a bath and to go change…"

"Ok, let's go."

"Was that you inviting yourself into my bath?" He threw a mock offended expression in Mikely's direction.

"Yes." He said while getting to his feet.