#i really thought i was gonna check the date and see 2015-6

[moogmatriarch]

i don't even like theater like that im just floored that a relatively young post has 100k like damn theyre getting dragged thru the town square lmao

[lavandernova]

We’re all a little bit crazy (6)

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therapsit! Izuku x Patient! Bakugou x Patient! Todoroki x Patient! Shinsou x Patient! Reader

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Chapter 6 trigger warnings- mentions of Tourette's (i don't think that’s an ACTUAL trigger but it couldn’t be hurt to mention) mentions of self harm (thinking they're indestructible.) And mentions of counting/taking pills + medications. 

I’m gonna need you guys to bare with me! I really don’t know what a mental hospital is like and so i tried my best with the information a friend gave me :) 

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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Walking through the dining hall, Izuku kept his head up and tried to remain tall and strong to the other patients when he heard a squeal and watched the tuff of h/c go up into the air. Immediately Izuku was on a high alert. As he sped up his pace the same as Bakugou, who immediately started yelling

“Gah dammit shitty hair! I don’t you to stay-”

The blonde's voice was easily cut off through the laughter of a red head, and another blonde. 

“Oh chill it Baku-” the blonde's head threw itself backwards as the end of his sentence  “gOU-” escaped his lips. The red head was immediately making sure he was okay, even with Y/N in his arms. Rubbing his neck and asking about cramps

Izuku smiled softly and watched them all interact, being able to tell that they were all best friends. He hummed as Y/N bounced her way over to him and hung on his arm with a smile “YOU CAME” they yelled in excitement making everyone smile softly. 

The red head was the first to make a move as he smiled to the greenette “Hey! I’m Ejirou Kirishima!” he smiled as he pounded his fist together mushing together already forming scars, and bruises against his knuckles. 

It caused Izuku to check out all of his other scars that littered his body, his hands and arms mostly, Y/N must’ve seen him looking Kirishima over and hummed softly whispering into his ear “he thinks he’s indestructible..” Izuku nodded in understanding

“I’m D-” his sentence once again was cut short by a scrunching of his shoulders and a yell of “ENK” before he returned to his previous stance and said “Denki Kaminari!” he smiled softly and waved. Izuku waved back, he decided he would look at their files later after he laid Y/N down for bed. 

“What’s dinner today?” Y/N looked to their friends as they ushered Izuku to the table that they sat at, the setting arrangement a little squishier than normal due to the extra body that was added, On one side Kirishima, Denki, and Shinsou sat together and on the other side sat Izuku, Y/N, Todoroki and Bakugou. 

Bakuou was the first to respond “they have beef stroganoff… and steamed carrots...” Y/N pouted and nodded “I’m not surprised Katsu..” 

The group let out a little disappointed groan collectively. The cafeteria wasn’t the MOST delightful place to have their dinner, but they didn’t have the choice, especially on beef stroganoff night. 

Izuku thought their food opinions were interesting as he let them all engage in conversation quietly observing each of them with a smile. They all looked so happy and content when they were together. 

Bakugou's attitude was calm, Shinsou was engaging in conversation. Shoto was speaking more than Izuku thought was possible for him, Denki’s tics, at least that’s what Izuku had deemed them to be, had calmed down and Kirishima wasn’t hitting anything at all. 

Each of them were so content with each other, he wondered why they were kept apart. Y/N finished her food and each of the boys told her that they were proud of her. Which made bright blushes rise across her whole body with a smile. 

Eventually their dishes were taken from them and they were all sent down to the nurses station for their nightly meds before they would be sent upstairs for the night, Izuku followed after the group seeing as they were ready for the nightly meds.

Checking the time and seeing it was 9:00 pm on the dot, he waited patiently for them to receive their meds and come back. He quietly heard the mutter from Y/N as they counted which meds were there, “..seroquel and gabitril.. For sleep.. And Abilify for depression.`` They took their meds and smiled at Izuku, motioning him to follow them as they bounded up the stairs.

Izuku hummed softly following them back up the stairs placing his clipboard on a bedside table as he watched them get ready for bed as he smiled softly, when Y/N finally laid down humming into their mountain of pillows, all doctors approved.

“Good night… thank you for hanging out with me..” Izuku smiled as your voice echoed quietly in the small room causing his heart to flutter with how soft and sleepy you sounded. 

“Of course. I hope you sleep well Y/N” he hummed softly as he exited the room hearing your snores. Shortly after his words slipped past his lips, he exited and saw all the other boys' doors were closed. Figuring they were asleep too. He headed down to the staff room to put away his clipboard when he remembered that he wanted to check on Kirishima’s and Kaminaris files. 

He slowly searched through the last names, conveniently the two names were placed right together making sure that he wouldn’t forget about the other. With a soft hum he pulled out Kirishima’s file first. 

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(Patient Name) Ejirou Kirishima  (Patient #785)

 (Date admitted) 10-25-2015

 (Patient age) 22

 (Patient disorder) Psychosis, Congenital insensitivity to pain. 

(History/cause)  Patient has seemed to believe that he is indestructible. He walks into walls and punches glass things, often resulting in scars and bleeding around his body, his mother has stated that he’s done this since he was little but always assumed he would grow out of it. He never did.

(Has patient...)

-attempted suicide? 

-attempted homicide?

-attempted any act of self-harm? 

-attempted violence on past employees?

-attempted escape?

 (Other). He’s very affectionate to those around him but often tries to prove his manliness to those around him. He always smashes his fists together declaring the manliness/womanlyness of those around him. 

(Danger level) 7/10

Izuku let out a breath as he quietly looked at the file over one more time before placing it back. He felt sorry for the red head but it explained the scar littered on his body. It also explained why he was calling everything manly.

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(Patient Name) Denki Kaminari  (Patient #786)

 (Date admitted) 4-20-12

 (Patient age) 21

 (Patient disorder) Tourette Syndrome, depression, anxiety

(History/cause)  Patient was diagnosed with Tourettes around 6 years old, but his parents have said he’s always displayed symptoms of it even from toddler age. He stuck his finger in an electrical socket when he was 7 and it caused the scars going up his arms. 

(Has patient...)

-attempted suicide? 

-attempted homicide?

-attempted any act of self-harm? 

-attempted violence on past employees?

-attempted escape?

 (Other). He’s very cheeking, loves telling jokes and is relativity an easy going guy, he rarely has attacks but when he does i advise all employees to watch out because he gets urges to touch electricity, and mess with electrical setups 

(Danger level) 5/10

Izuku carefully placed the file back into the cabinet as he let out a breath. No wonder they all saw something in each other. They all had such similar stories, even if they weren’t exactly the same they all found solace in each other.

Y/N was missing a mother, father and brother figure in her life, which is why she pursued a relationship with Todoroki, Bakugou and Kirishima. Who all gave off the vibes that the poor younger needed to thrive. 

Todoroki was missing his sister and brother, which is why he connected so well with Denki and Y/N, they both held similar qualities to the two he had lost.. 

 Bakugou needed stable, but fun people to help him realize what a calm world this really was.. And that’s why he bonded with Todoroki, Shinsou. Kirishima, Denki and Y/N. They were all as equally calm as they were cheeky, meaning they could help Bakugou with whatever problem was needed. 

Shinsou was missing his parents and his little baby sister, so while he still had the parents to bond with during visiting hours. He treated each of these people as if they were a little sibling to him.

Kaminari finally felt accepted because none of them batted an eye when his tics happened, and it made him feel like he finally had a family, and he was finally happy.. 

Kirishima felt protected. While he enjoyed feeling power and being manly.. Sometimes it was nice to feel protected. None of them ever questioned how manly he was.. So he felt at peace 

Nothing could separate them. Nothing at all, Izuku was sure of it. He placed everything back before he finally headed back up to his own room. Finishing his nightly routine as he thought of the group he’d met today as he started falling into dream land. «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» @buckyneedsplums @lazywriterfullofideas09 @notchittatenn @psycho-101  @toodarktoseethelight @unlogical-ella  if you’re crossed out that’s because it wouldn’t let me tag you :( «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

a/n: HI GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM THE DEAD!! In a moment of clarity i finally decided to work on this chapter. It’s been hard for me but you know i finally did it! Like i stated earlier I've never been to a mental hospital so i don’t know what it’s like in there. I tried my best using the information  friend had given me. Thank you guys for sticking with the story for as long as you have! 

[itsadamcole]

engaged for the holidays

fem!reader x adam cole

Adam is planning a huge proposal for reader on Christmas Eve while they're both home in Pennsylvania, visiting reader's parents in Philadelphia ... "nothing else matters except for you"

word count: 1.5k+

warnings: marriage proposal, nervous!adam

— day 6. i can’t believe i’ve managed to do this six days in a row —

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"Everything has to be perfect, Roddy," I say. "I can't mess this up. Tell me what the plan is again."

Roderick looks at me and says, "Kyle and I will bring Y/N to the ice skating rink, tell her you're meeting us there after you're done training. You and Bobby will decorate the rink with candles and rose petals."

I nod and say, "You take Bobby and Kyle back to Y/N's parents house and wait for us to get back."

Roddy nods and says, "Yep."

"Okay, everything sounds good," I say. "Hopefully I can pull this off." I play with the black velvet box as I wait anxiously to leave.

I rented out the outside skating rink in Philadelphia for an hour tonight. Just for me and Y/N. It cost a decent amount of money just to propose to her, so hopefully she does say yes and I wouldn't have wasted a couple thousand on a ring, renting out the rink, buying the candles and petals. I really hope that she says yes to my proposal.

Y/N and I are spending Christmas with her parents. My parents and brother are driving over from Lancaster tomorrow morning to open presents with us. Roddy, Bobby, and Kyle fly home to Orlando tonight after we hopefully celebrate mine and Y/N's emgagement.

The boys and Y/N's parents have been working with me for weeks planning for this. The day is finally here and my nerves are settling in. Will she like it? Did I go too overboard? Will she actually say yes? So many questions run through my head.

Kyle interrupts my thoughts as he says, "Okay. We're gonna go get Y/N and meet you at the rink."

I nod and Kyle leaves with Roddy. Bobby makes sure the decorations are in the car before we leave, driving the few minutes to the rink.

Hopefully Y/N doesn't catch on to what I'm doing. I told her to wear something comfortable but something she'd usually wear to date night. I don't know.

My phone dings with a text. It's just Roderick telling me that they have picked up Y/N.

The rink is located in Center City. It's a popular outdoor skating rink. It's about ten at night, and that's when my rental time starts. The rink itself is only open to me and whoever I want to bring with me but I know people will probably be milling around and doing some last minute shopping.

Bobby and I pull up to the rink. I check in, with identification proof, then buy a pair of skates for me and Bobby so we can get the rink decorated.

Yes, I snuck skating lessons in within the past few weeks so I wouldn't fall on my face. Also yes, I practiced getting down on one knee on ice in skates.

After about fifteen minutes, the rink is decorated. Several dozen candles light the ice along the boards, and red rose petals lead the way from the entrance to the ice.

My phone dings again. Y/N's here.

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Your POV

"Roddy!" you giggle as he puts a blindfold over your eyes in the car from behind you. It's been two minutes since you left your parents' house and you have no idea what's going on.

Kyle is driving, you sit in the passenger's seat beside him, and Roddy is in the back. "You better not be kidnapping me. I don't think Adam would like that."

Roderick laughs. Relax, Y/N," he says. "There is nothing to worry about. And trust us, Adam wouldn't let us kidnap you."

You feel the car park a little bit later. Roddy and Kyle get out before Roddy helps you out of the car.

Adam told you to wear something comfortable but something you'd wear to date night. So, you put on a long sleeve white turtle neck sweater tucked into a pair of black jeans. You wear an off white puffer jacket and black heeled ankle boots with a white beanie that has a little fuzzy ball on top of it. It's comfortable and something you'd wear to date night.

It has begun flurrying since you got in the car. You can feel an occasional snowflake on your face as Kyle and Roddy help you inside somewhere.

"Follow the path," Roddy says after he walks off somewhere. You were too busy trying to figure out where you were that you had no idea he walked off.

The blindfold comes off and you look around. You're at the ice rink in Philadelphia.

Roddy is holding out a pair of skates. You smile and take them.

Something you've always told Adam was how much you miss outdoor ice skating. It gets cold enough in the winters in Philadelphia for that to happen but in Florida? It's extremely rare.

You change into the ice skates and follow the path of rose petals. You smile when you make it to the rink, where you see none other than Adam Cole standing in the middle of the ice. His face lights up when he sees you.

He's wearing something comfortable but something he'd wear on a date. He's wearing a black button up with dark blue jeans under a black coat. His hair is up in a bun on the back of his head.

Candles line the ice along the boards. You step onto the ice, skating over to Adam.

"You did all this?" you ask, beaming.

Adam looks down at you and asks, "Do you like it? I didn't go too overboard did I?"

You smile and say, "The blindfold wasn't needed but I love it."

He laughs and holds out his hand. "Skate with me," Adam says.

Nodding, you take his hand and the two of you are off skating.

Adam's gotten better at skating. Usually when you go on dates at an ice rink, he's falling down or stumbling over his own feet. He hasn't faltered or fallen once. You're kind of proud.

The snow has gotten a little heavier and it's been close to twenty minutes since you arrived. It's been full over skating, laughing, and Adam smiling as you tell him how much you've missed skating outdoors.

"I thought that I'd surprise you before we left to go back home in a few days," Adam says, skating with you. The two of you stop a few seconds later. You look around at the people rushing around to get home after doing last minute shopping.

Adam looks down at you and says, "I, um, got you a little something and I was hoping that you would open it now."

Your attention is brought back to him as he pulls a little black box out of his coat pocket.

"Adam," you say, smiling. "You didn't have to get me anything at all." You think it might be a necklace in the box.

He smiles and says, "I wanted to get you something. This gift I'm giving you means so much to me and I hope it means that much to you too."

You watch as he opens the box, not revealing a necklace but a silver diamond engagement ring. The diamond is shaped like a raindrop and lined with little diamonds on a silver band. You cover you mouth, holding back tears.

"We've been together for almost four years," Adam says. "We met five years ago today. Christmas Eve 2015. You wore that beautiful red dress and your hair was curled. I wore that terrible green suit." You laugh and look at Adam. "But these past four years have been the best of my life. You were by my side when I won every championship, and when I lost said championship. You were by my side and calmed me down when I talked about quitting wrestling."

You listen to every word of Adam's speech and you don't dare speak a word.

Adam continues with, "Nothing else matters except for you, Y/N. If given the choice between you and my career, it would be you. I want you by my side when I retire. I want our family front row when they induct me into the WWE Hall of Fane one day. I don't want to go another day without you by my side."

Slowly and carefully, Adam gets down on one knee. He takes your left hand in his right as he presents you with the ring.

The tears you've been trying to hold back spill over your eyelids as Adam says, "Y/N L/N, my love. Will you marry me?"

Nerves are showing on Adam's face, it's obvious.

You don't hesitate to say, "Yes, Adam. I'll marry you."

The small crowd that has gather around the outside of the rink cheers and applauds. Adam stands up and takes the ring out of the box and sliding it on your left ring finger.

He leans down and kisses you. You kiss him back for a second before he pulls back and hugs you. You bury your face in his chest and say, "I am so in love with you, Adam Cole."

Adam kisses the top of your head and you say, "I am so in love with you, Y/N L/N. Or should I say Y/N Cole?"

You laugh and say, "I like the sound of that."

[burlesque-articulation]

So I recently went a little... Red-string-cork-board-wild for a very minuscule reason. Namely, I wanted to try and figure out if there was any evidence to back up the fanon of whether or not Graham Folger & Oliver Banks had ever been in a relationship for... Reasons.

To start with, I decided to relisten to MAG 003 just for a lil refresher on who the hell Graham even was (emphasis on the was, lmao). Now, the statement was first catalogued in 2007, but the actual events of the statement take place on 2005; first possible hole in the theory, because, in MAG 011, Oliver, under the alias of Antonio Blake, states that his relationship with "Graham" ended 8 years previous to when he gave his statement to the Magnus Institute, which was given in 2015; which means Oliver's relationship would've ended in 2007.

Why do I point this out though?

Mostly because during MAG 003, when Amy Patel has to chill in Graham Folger's flat due to being concussed, and in an attempt to reassure her, all Graham Folger says is "no worries, I'm gay ✌️" which, okay, that's reassuring, sure... But wouldn't it have been more reassuring to say, "Not only am I hella gay, but I'm also seeing someone." Now, sure, maybe because this is '05 and they don't really know each other that well, he probably thought that would be a little TMI, but then again I feel like "oh I'm seeing someone" is significantly less TMI then just flat-out coming out to someone. Either way, later Amy spends essentially weeks or months watching this dude, and he's always. Alone.

And when she described Graham Folger's flat, it didn't sound like a place TWO (2) people were sharing, it barely sounded like there was one person living there. (And Oliver mentions that he'd been in a SIX (6) YEAR relationship, with a shared living space). A little sus, but... Amy does also say that Mr. Folger spends an awful lot of time outside of his apartment so... Double life maybe? Perhaps.

-- Impromptu read more because this got longer than I intended! So the rest is under the cut --

But now let's take a long look at MAG 011, where Oliver, or Antonio if that's easier for anyone? Nah, let's keep it as Oliver— anyways, MAG 011 takes place in 2015, 8 years prior is 2007; but then.. 6 years prior to that, when Oliver's relationship with "Graham" would’ve started... That would've been in 2001 🤔 now why does that particular year ring a bell? Well, that's because in 2001 is when Graham Folger's parents passed away; which would MEAN THAT, if these two had ever dated, then either it would've been just after Graham Folger had lost his parents, OR, the accident would have happened during the start of their relationship. And I do hear that stuff like that either makes or breaks a relationship, so; hey, maybe they would've had problems from the start. Doomed to end before it began, y'know.

But this is what actually made me go back and relisten in MAG 003, again; because I wasn't 100% on that because for whatever reason I had the year 2003 stuck in my head, IDK. Anyways, it was while I was relistening to MAG 003, again, that I realized my timeline... Wasn't entirely correct. Because Amy Patel, yes she first met Graham Folger in 2005; but it was in September 2005; and the real meat of the statement doesn't start until about 4 months after that initial encounter— which means Amy would've started Graham-watching in Dec. 2005 or Jan. 2006.

You know what else I found rather interesting? In the closing comments for this statement that the Archivist gives us, the apartment under Graham Folger's name was sold in... Early 2007. I wonder... How closely that might actually line up with whenever Oliver Banks apparently ended his relationship with "Graham".

But let's loop back to the "Dec. 2005 or Jan. 2006" bit, because in the supposed timeline given to us in Oliver's statement (MAG 011), he and his "Graham" started having issues a year prior to the official break-up. Maybe that's why Amy never would've seen Graham Folger's partner, in the assumption that he had one, because they was havin' issues, so if Graham Folger had a partner, maybe they weren't hanging about too much.

Alternatively, maybe the real kicker, the Real end to this, alleged, relationship, was because things just started being Different around the start of 2006; say maybe around April? April 7th of 2006 if we want to get real specific. Maybe it was after that day that the relationship got just a bit too much.

Maybe, in the last year of this alleged relationship between Oliver Banks and Graham Folger, maybe Oliver tried to make things work, but there was just something so off about "Graham" so... Not-him, and yet this is still the man that Oliver looks at and remembers spending almost 6 years of his life with. But maybe things get just weird enough that, Oliver just does some digging, maybe he's looking for some excuse some reason for why Graham seems so different but so familiar. Maybe there was an update on the accident that happened (either before or after they got together) and it's having an affect on "Graham". Let's say he does this little research deep-dive while at work too. So he's just sitting at his desk, scrolling through old news, etc. etc, maybe checking new stuff, who knows. (And assuming that even digital scans of polaroids are also untampered) He comes across an old picture that, sure enough those are the Folger Parents, but who the hell is that dark haired teenager in the picture?

Now why would this be happening why Oliver is at work? Well, because in MAG 011, Oliver states that he had a breakdown at work that required him to take leave and supposedly helped to fuel his breakup which then left him on a friend's couch. Obviously it could actually be the other way around; that the break-up was the catalyst for the breakdown at work, but this is no longer a post about why Graham Folger and Oliver Banks weren't a thing, but rather a post on why it would hurt so much if they had been.

Because we're gonna switch gears now and take a peek from Not-Graham's perspective. Because what does Not-Graham, the Not-Them, want? Well, we know they like scaring and upsetting people, but Graham Folger isn't exactly a socialite and apparently didn't have enough of an outstanding presence that made him particularly rememberable. But you know what he did have? The table. The same table that the Not-Them really wanted to have smashed up in... MAG 039, I think (IDK main plot is just an entrée for me right now, not super important y'know). So, sure Graham Folger doesn't have a lot of people in his life, but he's got this partner that he was already having a rocky relationship with, so why not make that relationship even more unbearable on the other party? Just make it absolutely intolerable, in the hopes that the partner might just get fed up enough to do something irrational, like smash a table that apparently means just so, so much to "Graham". But in the end that doesn't work, because the partner just ends up dippin' out (side note: love the idea that Oliver is petty in the way that instead of destroying something that he knows his partner is fond of, he just like, sells the fucking table off instead, send the Not-Them on another wild goose chase to find it again, because that would be funny as fuck).

Regardless, around the beginning of 2007, the two will have broken up, and Not-Graham no longer has a reason to keep that flat so it gets sold, because the Not-Them either has the table and fucks off after that, or they gotta start all over again trying to find it, and Oliver cuts ties and starts crashing on a friend's couch.

It's circumstantial, sure. But when you really look at it... The timeline does actually match up pretty well, and I think that's pretty cool.

Anyways, that's all for now. Whether or not Graham Folger & Oliver Banks ever actually had a relationship in canon, who can say.

But if Oliver's "Graham" isn't Graham Folger, then who is it? Well, not to mix podcasts, but anyone here ever listen to The White Vault?

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Stark Spangled Banner: Stab Me In The Front

Part 1: America’s Asshole 

Intro: It’s been a year since Katie was held hostage by Hydra, and whilst she’s still working through her feelings she has an idea about how she can make other people’s lives better as a result of her ordeal. Alongside this, she needs to take a trip to Boston to meet Harlan Thrombey-SIP’s latest author. Slightly nervous about taking a business trip alone after what happened last time, Steve offers to go with her.

What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Bad language. SMUT (NSWFW)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Square Filled : “Mistaken Identity” @avengersbingo​ A/N: So, here we go. An Avengers/Knives Out Cross Over where Katie and Steve come face to face with America’s Asshole! The tongues are sharp and the knives are out! This is set in 2015 so way before the KO storyline so therefore contains no spoilers! You don’t need to have read SSM to understand or enjoy but please do so if you wish. 

Main Masterlist 

**Shout out to @icanfeelastormbrewing​ for being my Insult Partner when I was writing this!!**

PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG and COMMENT, This is probably my fave part of this fic I’ve written to date!! 

 October 2015

 “So, Mr Thrombey, that’s all confirmed.” Katie said, tapping at a key on her computer to lock the meeting in her calendar “11 am, Next Thursday, the 15th ”

“I’ll send you through the zip code and location for your GPS.” Harlan responded “The house is just outside of Lincoln, not far from Pierce Park. It shouldn’t be too far for you if you’re staying at the Harbor.”

“Thank you.” Katie smiled as she spoke into her phone, “I look forward to meeting you on Thursday Sir.”

“Oh, less of the Sir, Harlan please. And the pleasure is all mine Miss Stark…I mean, Mrs Rogers, my apologies!” The man chuckled “And thank you for accommodating my need to pull this meeting forward by a few days.”

“It’s not a problem.” she assured him. They exchanged pleasantries again and then she cut the call and leaned back in her chair, cracking her neck, before she double checked the travel arrangements. The hotel was booked, flight was sorted, hire care was confirmed. All that she needed to do was not forget the annotated manuscript or the cover ideas.

The door to her office opened and she looked up to see Tony leaning in the doorway, waving a Starbucks cup at her one of their familiar brown paper bags, clearly bearing treats.

“I love you bro…” she smiled at him as he wandered in, chuckling, placing the drink and paper bag down in front of her. She looked into the bag and gave a moan when she saw it was a rather large, gooey looking brownie, and gave a bigger moan when she sipped her drink and found it to be a Pumpkin Spiced Latte. “Perfect Elevenses!”

“Well thought you might need one, you’ve been locked in here since 7 this morning…”

“You got FRIDAY spying on me?” she narrowed her eyes at him.

“No.” he said at the same time the AI affirmed her suspicions.

“He has indeed had me watch you, Mrs Rogers.” “Traitor.” Tony rolled his eyes and Katie chuckled

“Well I had all this Harlan Thrombey stuff to sort, Steve’s still in Copenhagen with Sam chasing the alleged latest sighing of Bucky.” she shrugged “Not much point in lying in when you’re wide awake is there?”

“True.” Tony nodded. “Are you going back to the Compound tonight?”

“I dunno.” she shrugged “I might just stay here again if that’s ok?”

“Kiddo, you own part of this Tower, it’s always gonna be your home too.” Tony shrugged, “You can stay as long as you want.”

“Thanks Tone.” she smiled. She didn’t want to admit it, but she felt safer in the Tower whilst Steve was away, even thought it was ridiculous as the Compound was just as secure, being closer to her brother was a comfort.

“I haven’t forgotten what tomorrow is.” Tony said gently, looking at her.

“Funnily enough me neither.” she sighed “I should be celebrating, a year to the day Bucky broke me out of that fucking shit hole in Canada.” she pulled off her glasses, another remnant of her time with HYDRA. Since she’d been kept for 6 weeks in that horrific cell she’d needed glasses for anything that required a long period of concentration on a computer screen or monitor if she wanted to avoid migraines. Bruce seemed to think it was something to do with the fact that her cell had been painfully bright all the time and that continued exposure to artificial light in such a way triggered a subconscious response. 

She swallowed “I’ve been trying not to think about it.” she said gently.

“Which is why I booked you and Pepper into the Dominick for the afternoon.” he smiled at her “Well, Pepper has, I’ve just given her the credit card…full deep tissue massage, facial and then Franco’s booked to do your hair…and don’t bother telling me you’re busy as I had your diary cleared and everything reschedule to next week” he watched as she opened her mouth before shutting it,, shaking her head softly. “You leave in 30 minutes.”

“You spoil me.” she smiled softly. 

“Anything for my girls, plus I thought it might keep you busy whilst Spangles is otherwise engaged.”

“He was hoping to be back but when I spoke to him before he doesn’t know if he’s gonna be.” she shrugged “it is what it is.” Tony smiled at her before he stood up “Yes, it is. And this afternoon is your pamper time so get your shit together and meet Pepper downstairs.”

“Yes sir.” she said, saluting him with a grin.  

As with anything Pepper or Tony booked, the spa was off the scale. Katie had been meaning to go for ages, and now, as she sat in the chair in Franco’s salon she was already searching available dates to go back with Natasha and Wanda. She laughed and joked with the stylist and Pepper, the pair of them enjoying yet another bottle of champagne as they had their hair done. A couple of hours later, at just gone 7pm, Pepper dragged her out over the road and into a ridiculously expensive wine bar.

“Feeling better?” Pepper asked as Katie took a huge gulp of her Sancerre.

Katie smiled “Much, thank you.” “You know, I’m always here if you want to talk to someone other than Steve about stuff.” Pepper looked at her “And it won’t go any further.”

“That’s the thing, I don’t wanna talk about it…” Katie sighed “You know, Pep, I see all these women out there, read their testimonies and things and I just wonder how they’re so strong, like, how can they can just stand up and talk about what happened to them?” she trailed off, shaking her head “And me? I just wanna pretend it never happened. So much for being an Avenger huh?”

“Hey…” Pepper shook her head, looking at her sternly. “Stop that, right now.” “Well it’s true.” Katie shrugged “I mean, I’m a public figure right? But all people know is I was missing for 6 weeks, but it was put down to a mission gone awry. I just..well, I feel like I should be out there, trying to make a difference, helping people.”

“Kiddo, what you went through…” Pepper swallowed “I can’t even begin to imagine. And how you’ve dealt with and processed it, well, frankly I don’t know how you’ve been so strong. There is no shame in wanting to simply move on and leave it in the past.”

“I know.” Katie said softly “Thank you. Having everyone around me makes me realise how lucky I actually am. I’ve got a huge support network. Not everyone who goes through...” she swallowed, not quite able to say it “not everyone has that to fall back on.” Pepper pondered something before she looked at Katie, “You know, we haven’t picked our Partner Charity for the Stark Relief Fund next year…we could make it one that deals with Sexual violence. No need to go into details as to why.” Katie considered that for a moment, before she nodded “That’s not a bad idea.” she clicked her nails against her wine glass, thoughtfully “It would make a difference, right?”

Pepper nodded. “Absolutely. Give it some thought, see how you feel.” “I will, thanks.” she smiled. 

****

Steve was exhausted but wasn’t willing to spend another moment away from his wife. So the moment the jet was down he headed straight for the garage, jumped on his bike and roared out of the compound heading down town towards Manhattan.

“Good Evening Captain Rogers…” FRIDAY greeted him as he pressed his palm to the access pad at the rear entrance from the underground car park “Mrs Rogers is in your apartment.”

“Thanks FRIDAY.” he said, as the elevator began to rise. It stopped a few floors up, and when the doors flew open he was greeted by Tony who was undoing his tie.

“Oh, you’re back.” he said, looking at Steve appraisingly.

“You’re up late.” Steve looked at him.

“Just working on a few things.” Tony said vaguely. “How was the search for Tin Man?” “Well, it was him alright.” Steve said, running a hand down his tired face “Few more leads to work on. We could have stayed out there for a bit longer truth be told but, well, I wanted to be here tomorrow, you know.” Steve said, shrugging.

The two men shared a moment of understanding, both of them having experienced unsurmountable raw pain and anguish over the 6 weeks Katie had been missing and it wasn’t something they were likely to forget any time soon. If ever.

“She know you’re home?” Tony looked at him again. Steve shook his head.

“Wanted to surprise her.”

Tony smiled softly, “She’s probably asleep.  Her and Pep have been in the Spa all afternoon and they’ve drunk a lot so…”

Steve gave a huff of a laugh “Yeah she messaged me before saying you’d sent her there out for the afternoon. That was really thoughtful of you Tony.” “Well it happens occasionally.” Tony said as the elevator stopped at his floor. “Listen, Steve…”

Steve turned to face him.

“She’s not been herself the last few weeks.” Tony scratched at his beard and Steve took a deep breath.

“I know.” he said gently “I think she’s just, well, processing, if that’s the right word. We only got back from our honeymoon 3 weeks and it kinda hit her when we got back just what time of year it was. Whilst we were away she didn’t have time to think about it.”

“Just…well, take care of her for me ok?” Tony said, looking at the Soldier.

Steve nodded “Always Tony, you had my word on that when I told you I wanted to marry her, and I meant it.”

Tony nodded and clapped him on the shoulder, giving him a look of thanks before he left the elevator on the Part Floor level. It began to rise again and Steve let out a soft sigh. Tony was right, the last 2 weeks in particular Katie had been a little quiet, less vivacious, almost withdrawn even. At first he had put it down to post honeymoon blues but Natasha had pointed out that this time 12 months ago she had been at the mercy of Hydra, with those bastards brutalising her in ways that he couldn’t even bring himself to think about. For this reason, he’d been reticent to go on the latest mission but Katie had insisted, pointing out that they couldn’t not carry on with their lives and that she would be alright.

The fact she had basically moved back into the Tower for the 3 days he had been gone, however, made him think that she wasn’t quite as alright as she had told him.

The doors opened on their floor and he stepped out. It was mostly dark as he headed through to the bedroom where he found that the TV was playing on the wall, but Katie was fast asleep, one of the pillows clutched to her chest as a makeshift cuddle partner. With a soft smile he closed the door and headed over to the bed. Kicking off his boots he lay on his side, facing her, and brushed her soft hair back off her face before pressing a kiss to the bridge then tip of her nose and finally her lips.

She stirred, her face scrunching up in that adorable way it always did, before she blinked her eyes open. It took her a second to focus but when she did her lips curled upwards into a soft smile which became an ear to ear grin.

“Hey sweetheart.” he said softly, kissing her again, his hand cupping her face.

“You’re home.” she said, reaching up to lay her hand over his. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?”

“Wanted to surprise you.” he smiled.

“Well it worked.”

“I missed you.” he said softly, his thumb caressing her cheekbone.

“Missed you more.” she shot back and he chuckled.

“Doubt it. How was the Spa?”

“Oh it was amazing.” she gushed, her eyes shining “I had this deep tissue massage and the guy hit spots on my back I didn’t even know I had. The facial was great, and my hair…”

“I like the colour.” he said smiling, gently moving his hand so he twirled a piece around his finger. The ends were slightly lighter than usual, almost a dark honey blonde, and it extended a little up the strands before evening out.

“It’s called ballayage.” she smiled at him. “I just fancied a bit of a change.”

“Looks good on you.” he smiled “I’m glad you had a nice time, you deserve it.”

“How was the mission?” she asked “Worth it?”

“Yes and no.” he shrugged “We have a few more leads we can chase up but…” he took a deep breath “I’m beginning to wonder what the point is. He clearly doesn’t wanna be found.”

“The point is he’s your friend, your brother.” Katie smiled, moving her hand to run her fingers over his jawline, the pads scratchings lightly against his 5-oclock shadow. “Maybe he just needs a bit of time to find himself first, that doesn’t mean you have to give up on him. Besides, I need to give him back his jacket.”

“And I need to thank him.” Steve said, “For getting my beautiful girl out and safe.”

“I can’t believe it’s been a year tomorrow since he found me.” she said softly

“Is that what’s been bothering you?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“The last few weeks you’ve not been yourself.”

She licked her lips and nodded “Yeah, I just…well, I didn’t give it much thought when we were on our honeymoon, you know, but since coming back and ramping up the Thrombey Campaign it’s kinda hit home a little.” And suddenly Steve understood. SIP were publishing the man’s latest book, “The Colour of Revenge” which was all about a Detective on the trail of a killer who was hunting down and dispatching of 6 men who had been acquitted of a gang rape and murder.

“Shit…” he let out a groan “Honey I…I’m so stupid not to realise that…” “Hey.”she frowned, “Don’t…” She reached up and smoothed the lines that had appeared on his brow and he let out a sigh, gently reaching up to lace his fingers with hers, bringing her hand towards him and placing a soft kiss on her wrist.

“It’s better now you’re home.” she said gently. He smiled and gave her a gentle kiss again.

“Is that everything?” he pressed and she hesitated again.

“I’m scared.” she said eventually, looking at him.

“Scared of what?”

“Going away, on my own.” she sighed, tears brimming in her eyes “I hate that they made me like this Steve.”

He let out a sigh, he hated that she was scared too. She didn’t deserve it. 

“Why don’t I come with you?” he asked, the idea suddenly forming in his mind.  She stilled for a moment and he continued “Not to the actual meeting, but I can drop you off and pick you up, hang around, whatever you want me to do.”

She looked up at him smiling softly, not even trying to pretend she wasn’t relieved he had offered. “Would you?”

“Of course.” he nodded, wiping the tears off her face. “You only had to ask.” “I didn’t want to.” she admitted “I know how busy you are here and…” “That can wait.” he said, holding her face in his hands as he drove his message home “you’re the most important thing in my life and if me coming with you makes you feel better then…” he shrugged “Besides, I’ve always wanted to go to Boston.”

“We can make a little trip out of it if you like?” she said, somewhat hopefully “Come back on the Saturday?”

“Sure.” he smiled at her. “Let’s do it.”

“Oh Stevie you’re gonna love it.” she beamed, and he smiled at the way her face had gone from being furrowed with worry to alive with excitement. “Massachusetts is amazing in the fall and Boston is just stunning…” “Well I’ll make sure I bring my sketch book.” he smiled “Give me something to do whilst you’re in the meeting.” “Thank you.” she said softly. “I’ll book us somewhere nice to eat one night. Give us an excuse to wear something pretty.”

“Like you need an excuse.” he teased, and she nipped him harshly on the arm. He chuckled and then with a groan he unwillingly pushed himself up off the bed.

“I need a shower.” he said, almost apologetically. “I won’t be long.”

“You better not be.” she muttered and he smiled, dropping a kiss to her forehead before he headed into the bathroom.

True to his word, he wasn’t long. 5 minutes, tops. But by the time he came back, the TV was off and Katie was fast asleep. Thinking back to what Tony had said, he found himself wondering if she had actually slept much at all whilst he was gone.

Steve dried himself off, stepped into a clean pair of boxers and then slid into the bed next to his wife, slipping his arms around her. Once her back was nestled snugly into his chest, he dropped a soft kiss to her neck and closed his eyes, happy to have her in his arms.

****

Steve woke the next morning to find his girl tangled around him. She’d shifted in the night, clearly, and now her face was pressed into his chest, right leg snaked between both of his, her right hand was slid under his arm, lightly gripping his shoulder whilst her left rested against her head, fingers in her hair. Smiling to himself he pulled her closer, relishing the feel of her against him. She murmured something incoherently as she gently moved, her cheek pressing into the hair on his chest, the hand around his shoulder slid down to the base of his back where her fingers simply rested, soft against his spine as she continued to sleep. 

And Steve was quite happy to let her nap for longer, using him as her own personal cuddly toy.

He dozed in and out of consciousness again, drifting off for another 10 minutes or so, before he felt Katie stirring in his arms, and a soft kiss gently being pressed to his jaw line. He smiled at the contact and tightened his hold on her again, his eyes still closed.

“Morning beautiful.” he said softly, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning soldier.” she said, her cheek returning to his chest as she basked in the safety and warmth of his hold as his hand crept up the back of the stolen shirt she was wearing, his rough fingers ever so gentle against her skin as he trailed the pads up and down her spine.

“Sleep ok?” he asked, his eyes still not opening.

“Yeah.” she assured him, truthfully. It had been the best night sleep she’d had in days.

“Good. What do you fancy doing today?”

He felt her still and then she pulled back slightly, and at that he opened his eyes and blinked to see those gorgeous emeralds locked onto him.

“Are you not needed at the Compound?”

He shook his head “Kitten, I’ve not seen you for almost 3 days so I figured we deserved one together.”

She groaned “I have meetings this morning.” “That’s ok, I’ll meet you at lunch.” he said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She didn’t argue. She knew full well why he’d taken the time out, and frankly she adored him for it. Without saying a word she leaned up and captured his lips in a gentle kiss that quickly became heated…but was shattered by the piercing noise of Katie’s alarm.

She gave a groan, and made to move.

“Don’t you dare…” Steve mumbled against her mouth, his grip on her tightening.

“Stevie…” she sighed “I gotta…”

He reached over, his large body flattening her into the mattress making her giggle as he swiped across the screen of her StarkPhone silencing it.

“You ain’t gotta do shit…” he said, hovering over her on his elbows. “Except me.” he added as an afterthought.

“Oh so you’re gonna to explain to the board why I’m late?” she looked at him.

“To be honest...” he said, dipping his head to trail hot kisses up the side of the next “...they probably won’t even notice you’re not there. I mean, are you really that important?”

“Fuck you.” she giggled back.

“Believe me, I’m tryin’” he quipped, his mouth nipping at her ear lobe. That made her giggle even more and she felt his lips curve into a smile against her skin.

“I love it when you do that.” he said gently, using his leg to part hers, leaving a large thigh pressed against her mound.

“What?”

“Laugh.” he said, his mouth moving up her jaw line “Makes me happy.”

“You’re such a sentimental sap.” she mumbled, as his lips claimed hers again, the heat between her legs intensifying as the kiss grew deeper, tongues lashing against one another. Steve pulled back for long enough to pull his shirt over her head before his lips returned to hers and Katie’s hand slid into his hair, one hand gently winding into the longer locks on top, her nails on the other dragging against the hairline on his neck. His hands moved, one gently cupping the side of her face, the other, gently skimming over her breast, her nipples already hardened. He gently teased one with the pad of his thumb and his mouth moved down to the other, his tongue and lips working in tandem. She gave a little involuntary twitch against his thigh and once more his lips quirked up into a smirk.

“You want something baby girl?” he asked, peeking up at her and she nodded.

“Stevie, don’t make me beg, please.”

And when she asked so nicely like that, how could he ever refuse? He hooked his fingers into the sleep shorts she was wearing and worked them down, before flipping down the waist band of his boxers. Katie bent her legs, as he shuffled upwards and worked into her, the pair of them letting out a groan each at the contact. Steve’s hands fell to either side of Katie’s face as he held himself up on his forearms, kissing her deeply as he flexed his hips forward, again and again, picking up a gentle rhythm.

It was soft, it was gentle, it was loving, everything she knew her soldier to be and it wasn’t long before he had her writhing and groaning loudly, his lips assaulting that spot on her neck.

“So good…” he groaned, his thrusts getting deeper. “Feel so good kitten…”

“Keep talking.” she keened, arching into him as her hands raked down his back.

“You were made for me, God I love you Mrs Rogers. So fucking much…” he said, his words punctuated by his heavy breaths as she gave a soft cry, her head falling backwards, eyes fluttering shut as she tightened around him, her legs shuddering slightly as she came.

“Atta girl.” he said, his hips becoming faster as he thrust through her orgasm, chasing his own. It wasn’t long before he felt the ribbons in his belly unravel and he came with a cry of his own, his head buried in her neck, hips slowing, thrusts going deeper before he eventually stilled, a loud contented sigh escaping his mouth.

After a few moments of them simply basking in the afterglow, Katie’s hands trailing through Steve’s ruffled hair as his nose slid against hers, she gave a sigh and pushed on his shoulders gently.

“Baby I really do need to get up.”

He pouted a little causing her to chuckle before he rolled off her and she pushed herself out of bed, heading for the en-suite. Steve watched her go before he swung his legs from under the covers,, found his boxers, pulled them on and headed down to the kitchen to make them both some coffee. *****

The idea had sprung to Katie as she’d headed out for lunch. The local shop was donating a percentage of its earnings that month to a homeless charity, and it set her mind whirring.

“So you want to donate, all the profit we make, from what is going to likely be the biggest book SIP will ever publish, to charity?” Tony looked at her.

“In a nutshell, yeah.” she said, nodding “We can split it across various charities, all those that help victims of sexual assault, abuse or crime…”

“Isn’t that what the Stark Relief Fund is for?” Saul, the SI Finance Director looked at her, and she nodded.

“Yes, but it isn’t just about the money…it’s about raising awareness.” she pressed “A lot of people don’t know those charities existed. Hell, I didn’t know about half of them until a year ago. If we do this, think of the publicity and the press and…”

She trailed off, looking at Tony. He could see the excitement shining in her eyes. She had a point, and it wasn’t like SI needed the money. SIP was her company after all, and if she wanted to use it to do something good, help people, maybe even help herself…then that was fine by him.

He shrugged and looked round the table “SIP’s vision was never about making money.” he said, and Katie beamed at her brother as she realised he was backing her “It was always about helping those who needed a hand to get their work out there…I don’t see why in this case, where they author is already so well-known we can’t use that to help those who need it.”

There was a pause and she looked expectantly round the table. One by one the board members seemed to concede, all of them that is bar their Legal Manager, Dan Robertson who was frowning.

“You’re going to have to bring Mr Thrombey on board Mrs Rogers.” he said, looking at her. “We can’t just use his book as part of a campaign without his permission.” “I know.” she said, nodding. “I’ve already realised that. I’m meeting him on Thursday next week, I’ll have a full proposal and pitch ready.”

There were a few murmurs around the table before Tony spoke “Is that it? Are we settled?”

Everyone looked at one another, nodding, and Katie leaned back in her chair, smiling.

But, she wasn’t smiling now. She had less than 24 hours before they set off for Boston and her pitch was only half way through completion.

“Sweetheart.” Steve’s hands slid over her shoulders where she sat on the chair in her office. She looked effortlessly elegant, even in sweats and an off the shoulder sweater, one toned leg stretched out in front of her, the other bent at the knee so her foot was resting on the seat of the chair, her left hand was curled around her shin, her right was tapping at her keyboard. “It’s late.”

“I know but…” She sighed, “This means a lot to me Steve…I need it to be right.”

Steve knew better than to argue. Instead he leaned over and kissed the side of her neck. “What are you stuck with?”

“I dunno it just…it all seems so impersonal.” she removed her glasses and wrinkled her nose as he sat down in the arm chair in the corner of the room “Facts and figures on sexual assaults and stuff…we all know it happens, it’s about making people want to do something about it.”

“Are you ready to make it personal?” he asked gently, taking a deep breath. He hated thinking about what she had gone through, he truly did, and if he had half a chance he’d rip the bastards limb from limb. But if she was ready to confront what had happened to her, he had to be there to support and back her all of the way, regardless of his own feelings.

“I don’t know.” she said softly “I was talking to Pepper about this the other day. I should be able to, I should be someone other women can look up to, being an Avenger and all but…maybe I’m just not strong enough.” “You’re the strongest person I know.” he leaned forward and locked eyes with her.

“I don’t feel like it when it comes to this.” she sighed.

“Honey…” he scratched at his head “Without wanting to sound flippant, since January this year, you’ve been, ok…well maybe ok isn’t the word but you’ve gotten on with things. You’ve moved forward, we both did.”

“Because we were busy, and we had no choice…”

“Well maybe…” he shrugged “But chasing down a sceptre, fighting Ultron, mobilising a new base, planning a wedding, running a business…it’s all time consuming, stressful stuff that if you really weren’t strong enough to deal with what happened, then it would have all gone to shit and probably tipped you over the edge into a nervous breakdown.”

She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she considered what he was saying.

“Honestly…” he continued, his eyes boring into hers. “If you want my opinion I think the fact that it’s the year’s anniversary of what happened that’s playing on your mind a little. You need to stop, look back and how well you’ve done and stop beating yourself up about all the things you haven’t”

She smiled softly and looked down at her hands before she glanced back up at him “When did you get so wise?” He chuckled “Well I am 97 years old.”

She laughed “You don’t look a day over 28.”

He smiled and stood up “I’m gonna make you a hot chocolate, and you’re gonna stop overthinking that and come relax, we’re up early tomorrow. You can do the rest at the hotel tomorrow evening.” “No can do, we’re going out.” she grinned at him “I booked the Chef’s table at Menton…”

“The what?” Steve frowned.

“You never heard of a Chef’s table?” she looked at him, and he shook his head “oh my God I’ve let you down…so badly. Check this out.” she tapped on her computer, bringing up the website and showed him the photos “It’s a private table with a glass wall that gives you a direct view into the kitchen. Totally impossible to get a reservation unless you book like a year in advance…or name drop.”

Steve groaned “You seriously dropped the Captain America wants a table line?”

“Yup” she popped the p as she smirked, closing down the browser page.

“Pain in my ass.” he grumbled, standing up. But as he left the office there was a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

One that his wife had seen.

*****

“So, was it worth a name drop?” Katie asked as they walked back into the Fireside Lounge located in their hotel.

“I’m happy to overlook the fact you acted like a total brat to make that reservation, yes.” he grinned as he went to remove her coat from her shoulders. He looked her up and down, the jump suit she was in was driving him crazy.

She grinned, and shivered slightly.

“Cold?” he asked, frowning.

“A little, don’t wanna sit in my coat though.”

“Do you want me to nip up to the room, grab your cardigan?”

“Would you?” she asked, even though she knew perfectly well he would.

“Course.” he said, dropping a kiss to her cheek “You get the drinks in, be right back.”

She headed over to the bar. The bartender, Will, was the same one who had been on before so he greeted her with a smile.

“Mrs Rogers. How was your meal?”

“Fantastic thank you.” she grinned “Can I get 2 Bourbon’s please? I’ll leave it to your choice, I’ll be back in a second, just need to nip to the bathroom.”

She excused herself and once she’d finally had the pee she’d been dying for since they left the restaurant, she set about touching up her make-up, smiling to herself. She’d deliberately picked this jumpsuit as she knew it got Steve’s blood pumping. It was a simple, plain black one with a V-neck line, but it was tight. Teamed with a thin red leather belt, red leather Jimmy-Choos and a matching bag all set off by the bright red lipstick she was sporting, she knew she looked good. Not that Steve had much room to talk, she could happily perve on him in the dark grey suit he was wearing, teamed with a black dress shirt, his collar left open…he looked good enough to eat, which she was planning on doing later.

She headed back into the bar and spotted Steve perched on one of the stools.

“Hey handsome” she said, slipping her arms round him from the back. But the moment she did that she realised something was off. He felt different, he was softer than Steve was. He smelt different, there was a really heavy woody scent to his aftershave whereas Steve’s preferred Hugo Boss or Gucci, depending on his mood, were both a lot lighter. And when the man spun to face her, although the likeness was indeed uncanny at first glance, his eyes were cold and calculating, his jaw line wasn’t quite as sharp as Steve’s and the smirk he wore on his face was nothing like the cheeky one Steve would sport. It was almost a sneer which spread across his face, every feature laced with disdain.

“What the fuck?” the man glared at her as Katie stepped back, holding her hands up in apology.

“I’m sorry, genuine case of mistaken identity…” she said, taking him in. His shirt was the wrong colour too, only she hadn’t been able to see that from the back.

“Yeah well if you’re touting for business I already got some today so get lost…” the man drawled in his light, Boston accent. “Like I just said I thought you were…hang on…” She frowned as his words registered “You already got some?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” he said, looking her up and down.

“You think I’m a hooker?” Katie snorted.

“Pretty high end one though, I’ll give you that.” the man said, nodding at her.

“I’m not a hooker.” she shook her head, laughing in disbelief.

“Oh, sorry. Do you prefer the term escort?” he raised an eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes, flashing her left hand at him. “I’m married, this was a genuine mistake….” she said, her temper rising slightly. She moved away from him to the side, nodding at Will who slid the check over for her to sign to charge the drinks to their room.

Ransom observed her for a moment, fighting the smirk that was threatening to break across his face. After another row with his stupid Libtard cousin and his mother who had been at his Grandfather’s house before, he’d come out with the sole intention of getting laid and then so drunk he could hardly remember his name. After a visit to one of his usual fuck buddies he’d achieved the first part, now he was concentrating on the second. He’d been initially irritated by this woman’s interruption, but now she was getting sassy back, and he wasn’t about to let it drop. He could tell she had money, that much was clear to see. The way she talked, held herself, was dressed. Whilst she wasn’t a hooker as he had originally thought (although to be fair to her, she was pretty hot, he’d consider fucking her if the opportunity arose) she was probably living off some 70 odd year old rich banker husband. A trophy wife. Huh, maybe she wanted a fuck after all…hell, he might not have to pay for it. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that.

“And does your husband know you’re here trying to tap me up?” he looked at her.

“You know, if I was trying to errr…tap you up, you wouldn’t be able to afford me” she shot back, signing her name on the cheque with a flourish.

“Try me.” Ransom shot back, making a show of looking her up and down. “How much for that ass?” “I’ll kick yours for free you self entitled dick.” she said, sliding the signed paper and pen back to the bartender.

Ransom gave a bark of a laugh “I’ll pass thanks.”

Katie snorted and glanced sideways at look at him, scarlet red lips pursed as she eyed him over her glass of bourbon. “Good decision, because I’ve dropped bigger men than you for fun.” “Sure you have Dollface” Ransom quirked an eyebrow, elbow leaning on the bar, angling his body towards her. She kept hers facing forwards, arms resting on the bar top, her head shaking slightly.

“You have no fucking idea who I am do you?” Katie shook her head, not looking at the prick stood next to her.  She hated using that line, but, well, when the occasion arose to get one over on a weasely little shit like this, she wasn’t going to pass it up.

“Why should I?” he snorted “I don’t know all the little bitches in Boston.”

She felt her mouth drop open and she was about to retaliate when Steve gently appeared by her side, dropping her cardigan over her shoulders.

Ransom recognised him straight away. He’d had it quite often, been told he looked similar to Captain America. So this meant the woman he’d been baiting for the last 5 minutes was his wife, Katie Rogers, sister of Billionaire Tony Stark, the Avenger, Supernova.

He’d called Supernova a hooker.

Ransom looked into his glass of scotch, turning away back to the bar, snorting with laughter.

“Sorry baby, Sam called and…” Steve stopped, frowning at the look on Katie’s face. “You ok?”

“Fine.” she said, looking up at him, smiling and nodding towards a cosy sofa over at the other side of the bar. “You wanna go sit down over there?”

“Sure.” he said, picking up his glass of bourbon he held out his free hand for her and she jumped down off the stool.

“I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure.” She snarked to the man next to her “But I don’t lie so…”

Steve frowned, wondering what had gone down whilst he’d been away. He glanced at his wife and then turned to look at the guy that was sat on the stool next to where Katie had been to see if he recognised him and did a double take. He recognised him alright, but only because he looked incredibly like him. Granted, there were a few subtle differences, but the resemblance was uncanny, to the point that at a first glance in the street, you could be fooled.

“Pal, you should keep that bitch on a leash.” Ransom spoke, his eyebrows raising and in front of him Steve stiffened.

“What did you just say?” he frowned, pulling himself up to full height.

“Seriously, man. You save the world from Nazi’s, get frozen for 70 years and then end up marrying that.” Ransom smirked, enjoying baiting the Captain “I’d ask ‘em to put you back under…”

Steve’s nostrils flared and he felt his neck getting warmer. “Don’t you dare talk about my wife like that...”

“Steve, leave it, come on.” Katie said gently, patting Steve on the chest “The guy’s a complete ass hole. If brains were dynamite I doubt he’d have enough to blow his head off.”

“Well if we’re talking about blowing...” Ransom looked Katie up and down before locking onto her eyes. “You up for the job?

Katie let out a bark of a laugh, her hand still on Steve’s chest which was positively humming with anger as she turned to face Ransom, contempt etched across every single inch of her face.

“Go jerk yourself off and wipe it on a curtain like your father should have done with you.” she said.

“I’d rather wipe it in your hair.” came the quip back.

And that was it. That was the point that Steve Rogers snapped.

There was a loud smash, the glass he was holding shattered in his grip as his fist contracted in pure anger. Katie barely had time to realise what had happened before he had stepped forward and grabbed Ransom by the front of his shirt, lifting him and slamming him on the bar.

“Steve!” she said, pulling on his arm. “Baby he really isn’t worth it, let go!”

“Captain Rogers!” Will behind the bar was desperately trying to talk him down as well “Please, don’t make me call security.”

Security! Steve wanted to snort. Like that would do any good.

“Baby, come on…” Katie tried again, pleading to his reasonable side. “Look, we’ve had such a nice night. Don’t let him ruin it.”

Steve let out a deep breath, he wanted nothing more than to knock the asshole’s teeth down his throat, but he felt Katie’s touch on his arm and her pleading tone and he let go, shoving the man hard.

“I would tell you to apologise.” Steve snarled stepping back. His voice was steely, eyes carrying none of their usual warmth “But I suspect it’s pointless”

“Yup.” Ransom nodded “Totally pointless.”

“Like your existence.” Katie mumbled, Ransom snorting in response. “Look, Drysdale, my manager’s told you before.” Will said, his voice laced with vexation as he shuffled from behind the bar to sweep up the glass that Steve had shattered. “Any more trouble and you’re gonna be banned.”

Ransom’s nostrils flashed angrily as he looked at the man “’I’m gonna be banned? Eat shit, he’s the one that just attacked me! He ripped my shirt!” he gestured down to where Steve had grabbed him, two tears either side of the buttons of his shirt “This is a Fendi!”

“Ransom, just shut up and apologise.” Will pressed again, “Or you’re gonna have to leave.”

“Fuck this, I was going anyway.” Ransom snarled, knocking back his drink. He stood up and pulled on a long, tan coloured camel coat before he glared at Steve then Katie “Really bad smell in here.”

Katie rolled her eyes, deciding to let him have that childish one without any fuss. But Steve didn’t.

“Close the door on your way out.”  He watched as the man stopped, took a deep breath before angrily flinging the door open, his coat flapping behind him. There was a moment’s pause before it slammed shut. 

“Sorry.” Steve turned, apologising to Will. 

“He’s a dirt bag and a cretin.” Will shrugged, as he waved the apology off. “No redeeming features whatsoever. Well, none that I’ve seen and trust me, I’ve seen him a hell of a lot.”

“Is your hand ok?” Katie asked Steve gently. She turned his right hand over to see that there were no cuts at all from the glass, which was good.

“Yeah, fine, don’t worry.” Steve looked at her, frowning. “Honey, what on Earth just happened?” he asked her softly, as she took a deep breath, blowing it out of her mouth.

“I went to the bathroom and when I came back, well, I thought he was was you from behind so gave him a hug.” she shook her head “Soon as I touched him I realised I was very, very wrong. I tried to apologise and he called me a hooker.”

“A hooker?” Steve repeated, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah, so I told him even if I was he wouldn’t be able to afford me.”

At that Will, who had been busy pouring them both another drink, laughed as he slid 2 short tumblers of bourbon back over to them.  “He won’t have liked that at all.”

Steve nodded his thanks to the man as Katie looked at him. “How come?” she asked.

“Well, Ransom’s mother likes to claim she’s a self-made millionaire. Fails to mention the million dollar loan her dad gave her to start up her business like, but that’s by the by. Simply put, his family one way or another are loaded, and Ransom likes to be the flash bastard if you get what I mean.”

“What do his family do?” Katie asked, “I’ve never even heard of the Drysdales, and I’m pretty well connected…”

“His mother and father run some real Estate Company.”  Will shrugged, “A local one round Massachusetts, but you’ll have heard of his grandfather, or if you haven’t you’ve been living under a rock for the last 20 years.” “Who?” she asked.

“Harlan Thrombey, the crime fiction author.” Will said, and Katie felt the colour drain from her face. She turned to look at Steve whose eyes had also widened, and she gave a groan.

“Shit.”

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[bittysvalentines]

Would That I

From: @lizards-online

To: @pieandpucks

Sometimes in life, things are missed. Opportunities are lost, but as a whole we cannot stop moving. Still, something feels left behind, dropped in a time before. We keep going, with something lost and something gained, until life gives us our chance again,to take destiny’s chance to reconnect and find what is lost. 

At Samwell University resided one Dr. Jack Zimmermann, a professor of history with an affinity for ice sports and queer literature. His smile was kind and his hair was just beginning to hint at touches of grey. He was a hard grader, and his readings were long, but his passion for teaching and his love of his students always showed through in his work. Students left his classes better thinkers, harder workers, and with only the smallest crush on him. Okay sometimes, not so small. Even the straightest of men recognized that Dr.Jack Zimmermann was a resident hottie. Rumor had it that he was voted “Samwell’s Most Gorgeous” four years straight back in the day.  

 Jack shuffled a few papers at his podium so as to get them in order before the end of his lecture. “Everyone, thank you for your attention today, just remember if you want to earn some extra credit points, you can attend one of the alumni guest lectures that will be on campus this weekend, and then write a one page response on the speaker’s topic and your thoughts. I’ll be popping in to a couple of the speakers myself, so if you see me, don’t be afraid to say hello.” 

Jack began walking across the front of the classroom, dispersing flyers advertising the Alumni Symposium to be passed back. 

A student in the back of the room raised her hand, staring down at the flyer in her hand “Dr. Zimmermann, when did you graduate Samwell?”   

Jack paused for a moment. “2015. Why?”

“Well, I was just looking at the graduation year of some of these alumni, and it says here Eric Bittle Graduated in 2017. So that means you were only two years ahead of Eric Bittle when he went here!” 

The class erupted in murmurs and comments. Eric Bittle was one of Samwell’s most famous alumni. He led Samwell to the Frozen Four his senior year, while being the first out NCAA hockey captain, was drafted by the Falconers and was the first openly LGBT+ player in the league. He won the Stanley Cup his rookie year (first of many) along with the Calder and Art Ross. Even outside of hockey he was famous for his witty vlog which evolved from a cooking vlog to a hockey, cooking and life blog with now over 18 million followers from all walks of life. 

Jack swallowed hard. Yes, it was true, his time at Samwell and Eric Bittle’s time did overlap by two years, and in fact, during those two years, he ran into Eric all the time. They were...friends. Shitty made sure of that. Jack would watch the hockey team’s games, not only to support Shitty, but to watch Eric weave and maneuver across the ice unlike anyone else. Even though Jack had decided against playing in college, he never did lose his love of the game. Meanwhile Eric would hover about the library doing anything but homework when Jack was working. Plus, the semester they took a class together was definitely a bonding experience. But it had been a long time since they had spoken. After Jack graduated, he felt too awkward reaching out to someone who he had a massive crush on but was WAY out of his league. And when one month turned into two, and then one year turned into five, and five years into a decade, Jack had trouble remembering where all the time had gone.

“Hah. Uh, yes he was two years younger than me. We had a class together once.” Jack decided firmly against mentioning his large crush on the blond to his entire History 336 Seminar. 

The students in the room all lamented about how cool it was that their professor knew a celebrity. 

Jack closed the door to his office and scrubbed his hand over his face and let out a sigh. Would it be awkward to see Eric again? Would Eric even remember him? Probably not. It was just a youthful crush. Even if Eric was still as attractive and charming and wonderful as he was back in the day, Jack was far past his prime. He could just not go to that lecture, but he felt drawn to it, as if something wanted him to see Eric speak. Jack picked up his phone and dialed the most recent number. It picked up on the first ring. 

“What the FUCK is up Zimmermann, to what do I owe the pleasure of one of your rare and coveted calls? Are you in legal trouble? Did you kill someone? Did you kick a goose and now you’re losing your Canadian citizenship?” Shitty was Jack’s best friend. He was boisterous and energetic but genuine nonetheless. His words washed over Jack with a wave of excitement and familiarity. 

“Haha Shits. I’m good. And no, no geese, at least not this time. I was just wondering, would you want to come down to Samwell this weekend? There’s an alumni symposium going on, and I think you’d enjoy the speakers.” 

“Ah ha old Jackabelle misses me. Of fuckin course I’ll come down to the symposium, but I’ll warn ya man I’m not gonna sit through more than ONE old white man talk. ONE. Who's the lineup anyway?”   

“I can forward you the flyer but  just off the top of my head: there's the current head of the English department, Dr. Masawa, she’s gonna be talking about her book, um Dr. Atley is going to present some research, and um, Eric Bittle is going to be there.” 

“Bitty fucking Bittle? The myth, the man, the legend himself? Well fuck my ass and call me chicken we HAVE to go to that. It’s been like FOREVER since I’ve seen Bits. What a fucking beaut. We texted a bit last month but it's been like a year and some since I last got to hang with him. You know he’s got a daughter now?” 

“Oh. Uh, no?” A daughter. Jack’s head spinned. He knew he didn’t have a chance with Eric but he didn’t realize that Eric had gotten married and had a kid. That would’ve been big news right? Was Jack really that out of the loop? He needed to read the news more. 

“Yeah she’s fuckin adorable as fuck. Like, two, three now maybe? He posts pictures of her on Facebook like all the time.”

“That’s uh pretty cool. Listen Shits, I have to go I have a, uh, book to read. I’ll see you this weekend. You can stay at my place. Text you bye.”

“Bye Jac-” Jack hung up the phone before Shitty could fully say goodbye. Why did he feel like there was a pit in his stomach? He didn’t care that Eric Bittle was a married father. So what? It’s not like he had a chance with him anyway. What would he have done? Gone up to him after his speech and say “Hello, I had a crush on you in college, and then we never talked after I graduated. Want to go on a date?” Even if Jack had had the confidence to do so, it was literally impossible now because Eric was a married father, a professional hockey player, celebrity, and an A Level hottie. All Jack had was a doctorate, a wall of books and a million papers to grade. He wasn’t even in the shape he had been in when he was in college, so really, he didn’t have anything to offer. Jack should just shut out all the fantasies of those big brown eyes, and golden hair, and gorgeous toned legs. Gosh what was he doing? 

Jack crossed the room and slumped into his chair behind his desk and picked up a stack of papers sitting on a chair beside the desk. The best way to distract himself was to drown in work. 

Eric Bittle woke up at 6 a.m. Saturday morning to the sound of his daughter crying. He was tired and sore from his game the night before, and a bruise was starting to form on his left thigh due to a nasty check from a Bruins defenceman but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. 

Eric threw off his sheets and rushed into his daughter’s room. Allie was just about two and a half years old, and was in the midst of potty training. Unfortunately for him, Eric was also in the middle of the thralls of hockey season so a lot of the potty training fell on her daycare teachers. Being a single parent was tough. When his cousin Elizabeth had passed away, leaving her and her partner’s daughter to him, he had no idea what to do. He had been five years into his professional hockey career, out, single and totally unprepared for the hurdles of parenthood. 

He pushed open the door to the nursery to find his daughter sitting upright whimpering. “Oh you poor thing. Looks like we’re going to have to get you changed real quick now aren’t we Miss Allie?”

Eric brought her to the changing table and cleaned her and dressed her for the day. It was a little earlier in the morning than he had planned, but he needed to get a move on to get to Samwell in time for his guest lecture. Eric had reached out to his old advisor and she recommended him an education major who would be glad to watch his daughter while he spoke and mingled, not wanting to be away from her for the entirety of his day off. He dressed her in cute bunny socks and a yellow shirt and white pants. She was just about the cutest thing in the world. Soon Eric himself got dressed, packed a diaper bag and headed out. 

On his way Eric’s thoughts winded through his head. It had been quite some time since he’d been back to his alma mater. Samwell had been such an influential and formative place for him. From developing his hockey skills to coming into his own as a gay man. And even though he never did have a long lasting romantic relationship, the friendships he made there pushed him through his life and helped him become who he was. Thinking back to some of the people, he thought about the boys, Lardo, some of the other team captains, and his mind landed on one Jack Zimmermann. 

Eric had always had such a massive crush on Jack, with his boyband bangs, his droopy eyes, jaw that could cut glass and a behind that would give greek statues a run for their money. Eric had first met Jack through Shitty, but then subsequently kept running into him in the dining hall, gym and then one semester for a class. Jack would come to their games and Eric would watch him stack books in the campus library while he pretended to do homework, but always ended up back at the circulation desk, talking about everything and nothing until it closed. They had been friends, and Eric had had the largest crush on earth on the sad-eyed Canadian. But Jack was way out of Eric’s league.  He had been voted Samwell’s Most Beautiful for four years straight, and suitors were constantly trying to ask him out. And then Jack graduated, leaving Bitty yearning for what could have been. According to Shitty, Jack was a professor at Samwell, but the two hadn’t really kept in contact. After the fact, there had been some boys, some boyfriends, even some hookups, but nothing lasting more than a few months at a time. At 30 years old Eric Bittle had never been in a relationship longer than 9 months. 

The sight of Samwell pulled Eric out of his thoughts and Eric shook his head. He had things to do, and he wasn’t going to let ghosts from the past distract him from his job today: to speak about Samwell, sports, and his activism. 

Jack entered the packed auditorium with Shitty in tow. He smiled and waved to a few of his students while Shitty was speaking as if he was a physical manifestation of stream of consciousness. They took their seats in the front row reserved for faculty, staff and alumni. 

“I wonder what he’s gonna talk about. I hope he brings up all the swawesome shit the SMH did. Like that one kegster when-” 

“Wait Shits shhh there he is” Jack cut Shitty off. 

Eric Bittle walked onto the stage with a mic affixed to his shirt. He wore tight fitting navy blue slacks that highlighted just how well the NHL had bulked him up. His top two shirt buttons were unbuttoned on his white and navy blue patterned shirt. The sleeves were rolled up ¾ of the way showing off the definition in his arms. Jack’s throat immediately went dry with his face getting more red as the moments ticked on. 

Fuck. Eric Bittle was even hotter than he remembered and was a million times more attractive in person than he had been in promotional pictures. And his voice, the accent was so cute! Keep it together Zimmermann, that’s a married man. Jack was going to have a hard time sitting through this entire speech. 

  Fuck. Eric walked on stage, scanning the audience and almost immediately his eyes landed on one Jack Zimmermann. He was wearing a tweed jacket, with glasses and his hair was just a touch grey. Time had been very kind to Jack. Eric’s throat became dry as he stumbled his way through his introduction. Shit Jack was in the front row. How was Eric going to concentrate when the hottest man in the world was right in front of him, watching him speak for an hour and a half. 

Clapping. Jack was clapping. He zoned back in after having not actually comprehended a single word for the past 90 minutes. He had just sat and stared at the most gorgeous man he had ever seen and tried not to get a boner. Shitty was speaking to him. Jack needed to respond. 

“Yeah. He does look good in those pants” Shit. Probably not what Shitty asked him. 

“Not what I was talking about, but yeah you know what now that you mention it, mother fucker looks fresh as fuck! I gotta fuckin tell him those pants are doing it for him.” Shitty bolstered himself out of his chair, and up the steps and onto the stage where some faculty were gathering to congratulate him on his speech. Jack followed. 

“Eric Mother fucking Bittle” Shitty bellowed as he walked, Jack close behind, to where Eric stood, now holding a young baby girl on his hip as he spoke with alumni and faculty alike. 

Eric turned to face the two men and smiled. “Shitty B. Knight you best not be swearing around my daughter like that. And Jack, it’s good to see you. It’s been awhile.”

“Fuck yeah it has been. You two were adorable back in the day. You should’ve kept touch more!”  Shitty laughed. 

Jack smiled awkwardly. “Yeah it has been a bit hasn’t it? I’m sorry I never kept touch. Congrats on the hockey, and the Stanley Cup, and the marriage and uh, kid.” 

Eric’s face twisted into a confused half smile. “Marriage? Jack Zimmermann I am not married. I was her godfather. Life happened and now I’m her Daddy.” Eric looked at her, and kissed her forehead softly.

Jack’s brain short circuited. Not...married? “Oh so are you…”

“No I’m not seeing anyone. I’m doing quite fine with her all by myself.” Eric blushed. 

“Okay I see where this is going, I’m gonna back out of this convo..” Shitty etched away from the two men. The latter hardly noticing. 

Jack awkwardly ran a hand through his hair. “In all honesty, Eric, remember all those years ago, when we went to Samwell together. I had the biggest crush on you, but you were so out of league I never did anything about it. I should have, but I was a bit of a coward.”

Eric’s face turned a bright shade of pink as he stammered out a response. “Jack Laurent Zimmermann! You had a crush on me back then? I’ll have you know I pined for you for two whole years thinking you were straight until someone told me YEARS later that you weren’t, and then when I did realize you were an option, I never thought in a million years that you would be in my league anyway. You’re meaning to tell me you had a crush on me that entire time?” 

Jack blushed furiously. “We both had crushes on eachother I guess. I’m sorry I never made a move on you back then. If it means anything, I’d like to uh make one now.”

“Well how about our timing. Gladly Jack. Here, ” Eric pulled out his phone with one hand, careful not to disturb Allie, and handed it over to Jack. “ text me.” 

Jack put his number into the phone and texted himself. “In the meantime, would you like to catch up? It’s been a long time.”

Unbeknownst to the two men, several students stood by in shock, watching their professor flirt with and score a date with a literal celebrity. Two in the front high fived. “Get it Dr. Zimmermann!”

[horansqueen]

AM Conversations : chapter 12

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.4k. -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Chapter 12 : His chapter

NIALL

I woke up the next day and turned around in bed, bumping slightly into Liv and pulling her closer to me. Most of the time, i prefer to stay alone in bed but with her, it was different. There's a point you can reach with someone where you feel better when they're around than when they're not, and she was the only one I ever reached that point with. I did have girlfriends before, some I really liked, and even one or two I probably loved, but feeling at ease with someone in moments you would normally enjoy being alone was in a different category.

"More sleep." she just muttered in a whiny but low voice, making me chuckle lazily.

"M'not getting up either."

I felt her arm slither around my waist as we faced each other and lazily, I ran my fingertips on her back, making her whimper low. I probably fell asleep again and when I finally woke up, I knew it was late. I turned around and reached for my phone on the bedside table, grimacing when I realized it was almost noon.

I turned back to my best friend and shook her slightly but she remained limp and it made me chuckle. I knew she was hard to wake up and I thought about just pushing her out of bed but it reminded me of the day before, when I caught her with her hand in her panties, and I just cleared my throat, shaking her a bit harder and trying to push the thought away.

"Liv, come on wake up." I let out low, near her ear.

After a few more seconds, she moaned and used one of her hands to push me away.

"Let me sleep, okay?" she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed and making me roll mine.

"It's almost noon, we missed lunch."

"So what?"

This time, she turned on the other side, her back facing me, and I couldn't help but smile. It was a bit annoying but also very cute.

"If you don't wake up now i'm gonna have to look through your bags to find your clothes." I explained, grinning wide. "What do you need? A shirt? Pants? Panties maybe?"

She turned around again, ending on her back and I looked down at her as her eyes fluttered open. The look on her face was priceless and when she grimaced, I started laughing. My eyes roamed on her and I noticed that the shirt she was wearing was all twisted and ran up slightly, exposing her belly button. Quickly, she pulled on it and finally sat up with a sigh.

"Fine, fine, i'm up." she pointed out, rubbing her eyes. "Don't touch my panties okay? You've seen too much of them already."

Immediately, the image of her in her panties, sitting on this exact same bed came back to my mind and I blinked a few times to get rid of it. Seriously, it was getting ridiculous.

"Maybe we could leave that in the past." I proposed, getting up too and grabbing some of my own clothes to dress up, my back facing her.

"I'll stop mentioning it when i'm over it."

We remained silent but I heard her get off the bed and glanced as she was searching in her bag, grabbing clothes randomly and walking past me to get in the bathroom. The door closed and I stared it it, motionless, for about a minute. The conversation we had had the night before was nice, right? Then why did I feel like she was annoyed with me?

I quickly dressed up, my back facing the bathroom's door just in case, but I ended up being ready before she was and I sat on the edge of the bed to wait for her. When she walked out, I noticed she was trying to avoid my eyes and for some odd reason I couldn't explain, it hurt me more than it should have.

"I hope they left food for us." I groaned low as we walked to the kitchen.

Harry was the only one left and I raised my nose at the simple sight of him. His lips curled when he noticed Olivia and he walked closer, hugging her a bit too tight for my liking.

"There's some food left but since you're the last ones up, i'm afraid you two are gonna have to wash everyone's dishes."

Liv glanced at me and I shrugged. I never hated washing the dishes and it normally doesn't take much time. Plus, it would mkean spending time with my best friend so I was fine with it.

"Oh and uhm, the dishwasher is broken."

"Great."

Liv seemed a bit irritated but her face was funny and I let out a chuckle, getting closer to her and putting one of my arms around her shoulders. I brought her closer, kissing the top of her head as I held her a bit too tight against me. She groaned but didn't try to push me away as I started laughing.

"No problem, Harry." I replied, still looking at Liv. "It'll be fun!"

He sent me a smile but his eyes quickly moved on her for a few seconds. His grin turned into a soft one and he took a step closer, squeezing gently her upper arm.

"Okay, join us at the lake when you're done?"

We both nodded and with one last glance at her, Harry was gone. I let Liv go and grabbed the salad bowl with me, bringing it back on the table while she took the chicken that was left. She glanced at the pans and grimaced again, making me laugh even more.

"Don't be a baby."

"We'll be cleaning around while they have fun at the lake." she pointed out, letting herself fall on the chair next to me with an exaggerated sigh.

"We'll have fun too!" I argued, nudging her lightly with a smile before putting salad in her plate. "Besides, you'll be spending time with me!"

She turned to me and I expected a banter to start but she simply sent me a fond smile and tilted her head. We stared at each other for a few seconds and I winked at her, moving my chin in her plate's direction.

"Come on, eat." I told her. "Then we can join the rest of them. And Harry."

I raised my eyebrows a few times at her to tease her and she didn't chuckle like I expected her to.

"And Maya." she simply replied, putting some chicken in my plate and avoiding my look.

I wanted to tell her it was different because she actually had feelings for Harry while I didn't have any for Maya. Of course, I wouldn't be against having sex with her but I could also live without, especially if it would make me avoid an awkward conversation about dating. I didn't want to hurt her and I also didn't want to use her or anything, and the best way to avoid confusion was to not do anything.

"I thought we could party tonight maybe?" I proposed, trying to change the subject. "Maybe you could make some jello shots again?"

She let out a chuckle, her mouth full of salad, and I glanced at her with a smirk.

"Yea, I could do that. We'd need to go buy a few things but it's a good idea." she agreed with an other small chuckle as a smile remained on her lips.

I was glad I could make her laugh, especially that I felt like something was bothering her. Every time she mentioned Maya, I felt bitterness emanating from her and I didn't know how to interpret it.

"Do you have something against Maya?" I just asked after a few minutes of silence.

I tried to make it casual, like the question wasn't a big deal, but I could feel her tense next to me. She stopped eating and put her fork down, leaning against her chair. I knew she was trying to decide of the good words to use in her answer and I just waited, I took my plate and hers, bringing them to the counter and turned around, leaning against it. She sighed and rubbed her eyes before getting up too and bringing the rest of the dishes and putting them in the sink before placing herself right in front of me.

"She... is gorgeous. Also, she sounds smart, and she's a kind person. Pretty much the total opposite of that other girl you're shagging."

I opened my lips to answer but stopped myself. I couldn't really disagree, I knew Heidi was not a beautiful person, at least, not inside, but that was also not why I was seeing her. She had qualities and I was immediately drawn to her when we met but after a while, I noticed a lot of things that bothered me. Things I didn't really want in a friend, I had to admit.

"I don't know, Nee." she let out with an other sigh, shaking her head slightly, pushing locks of her messy hair behind her ears. "I guess she's everything I've ever wanted to be. And it makes me jealous."

I was slightly surprised by her words and I raised my eyebrows. Liv has always been someone honest who would say things how they are, and she never really was ashamed of her feelings, but I never thought she could be jealous of someone like that.

I wanted to reassure her, tell her she didn't need to be jealous because she was beautiful, smart and kind too. That her personality shined through every single pore of her skin, that she glowed... but I didn't. I just frowned and licked my lips as she took a step closer.

"Come on, let's wash the dishes so we can enjoy our day too, yea?" she added before I could say anything.

She started filling the sink with warm water, adding soap in it, and I just stared at her as she did so. I never ever thought my best friend could feel threatened by the people I was hanging out with and I was taken aback by the realization.

"Remember the other day, when I brought you in front of the mirror at home?"

She stopped everything she was doing and I waited. The only sound was water filling the sink and I held my breath until she nodded. Her back was facing me but I knew her eyes was closed. I took a step closer but kept my hands to myself, shoving them in my pockets.

"It was true, you know." I just pointed out. "You are beautiful. You don't need to compare yourself to anyone."

The truth was, I always thought my best friend was cute, but nothing more. Her beauty wasn't as obvious as a girl like Maya, it was true, but I came to realize that she was beautiful in her own way. Maybe it started being obvious after I had that dream about her, it was possible. Or maybe I just finally opened my eyes to the fact that she was not only my best friend. She was more than that, and defining her as just that was wrong.

"I could tell you that Harry thinks you're beautiful but I don't want you to think your beauty depends on some guy's opinion." I just added with a shrug, grabbing something to dry the dishes. "It doesn't."

Silence fell between us and eventually, she moved again and started washing plates and glasses, handing them to me as she was done. I felt bad for making this whole thing awkward but I thought it was an important discussion and knowing that my best friend felt like shit about something like that bothered me more than I thought it would. We worked about ten minutes in silence until she started filling the sink again.

"Maybe you put a bit too much soap, don't you think?" I asked with a chuckle after she added more, making it foam up quite high.

She laughed too and brought her hand, grabbing some foam before turning to me and blowing on it. I jumped when it reached my face and she laughed more.

"You're gonna pay for that!"

I quickly moved behind her as she was trying to escape and slithered my arm around her waist, holding her flush against my body, her back against my chest, before grabbing foam too and bringing it to her face. She made a weird noise with her mouth, trying to get rid of the foam that most likely got on her tongue and I laughed more as she struggled, trying to push me away.

I saw her search around with her hands and finally grabbed the tap of the sink. To my surprise, it could be extended and she quickly brought it over her shoulder, splashing water on my face before I could do anything. I let out a curse word as I took a step back and looked up at her as a smirk appeared on my lips. She had turned around, her lips parted in surprise at her own behavior, and I just stood in front of her, soaking and dripping on the white tiles of the kitchen.

"You," I said, passing one of my hands in my wet hair. "are so dead..."

She held her breath but I quickly took a step closer to wrap both my arms around her. She let out a short and high-pitched scream, bringing her hands over her face and making me laugh. I grabbed water from the sink and splashed her with it as she screamed a few more times, bringing her shoulders up. I finally took a step back and started laughing at her. She was drenched, way more than me, and it was a sight to see.

"You're a little fucker, Niall James Horan! I swear you're gonna..." she took a step my way but slipped on water on the floor.

I reached her just in time to save her from a fall and helped her get her balance back as I kept laughing.

"See what happens when you use my whole name?" I pointed out in a low tone, my mouth close to her ear.  "You started it."

She grimaced and i laughed a bit more, holding her arm as we walked until the carpet of the living room. It felt good to feel my feet sink in the soft fabric and I moved a bit further before my eyes moved up at her. Immediately, I held my breath at the sight. Her shirt was a pale blue color and It was now see through and stuck to her chest in a way it seriously shouldn't. I had to mentally slap myself to start breathing again. I had seen my best friend almost naked plenty of times, so why did this specific sight made me breathless?

"Now, I have to change." she sighed, looking up at the kitchen's floor. "And we need to clean."

I cleared my throat and looked at the mess we made, scratching slowly the back of my head.

"Go change, I'll clean it."

I didn't even have time to turn to her when I felt her arms around me and her wet chest against mine. She kissed my cheek grossly and I groaned as she chuckled.

"Thanks!"

I tried not to look at her but I heard her run down the hall and close the door of our room behind herself. I let out the air I didn't even know I was holding and swallowed hard, trying to put this in the back of my head.

It took me about ten minutes to wipe the floor and when I was done, I walked to our room to get changed too but this time, I knocked a few times.

"Are you naked?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Or like, busy masturbating?"

The door swung open and my eyes met her wide open ones. I noticed she was talking on the phone and I smiled when I realized the person on the line probably heard what I said. I hoped it was not her father although I knew the man and I was pretty sure he'd find it funny coming from me. I was always the one he asked to protect her, take care of her, and make sure she was happy. Every single time we left somewhere together, he'd pull me aside and give me the responsibility to check on her but he really didn't have to. It was always my priority to make sure she was safe.

I walked in the room as she kept discussing with the person on the phone and took my shirt of, searching through my stuff for a dry one and putting it on. I knew I shouldn't but I tried to listen to her conversation to find out who she was talking to. It was just out of curiosity and I finally turned around to look at her.

"Na, thanks, we're good, not really in the mood to swim. We both had enough water for today."

Her words brought a big smile on my lips and I chuckled low.

"We're gonna go buy a few things for the party tonight, is there anything you'd like me to get?"

I raised my eyebrows, realizing she was most likely talking to Harry, and I even if I shouldn't, It felt good to know she had chosen to spend her afternoon with me instead to go join him. I stood in front of her, my hands in my pockets, and waited for her to hang up. After she did, she sent me a smile and raised her eyebrows.

"Love the shirt." she pointed out, grabbing her wallet from the bedside table.

"I know you do, loser." I laughed, remembering she was the one who bought it for me a few years ago. "Did Harry want us to buy anything?"

She nodded, looking down at her phone as I heard the sound of my own voice coming out of it.

"You should change that." I pointed out, referring to the sound she chose that notified her of a new text message. "It's so weird that you used a One Direction song. One with my voice, too. What would Harry say?"

She rolled her eyes, typing an answer quickly on her phone without even looking at me.

"He doesn't care." she explained, making me wonder if they had actually talked about it.

"And what does he say about you masturbating in our room while everyone was ready to eat?"

She looked up at me and I tried to contain a laugh when I saw the mean expression she was sending me.

"He didn't hear." she mentioned. "And if he finds out, i'm gonna know you're the one who told him!"

                                                          -------

Liv and I brought back pizza for dinner along with all the things we had bought for the party. A bunch of random snacks and many bottles of alcohol were waiting on the kitchen's counter and we all sat on the floor of the living room to eat. Everyone started chatting in small groups and I ended up sitting next to her, handing her a slice of pizza before I grabbed one for myself. She crossed her legs but I noticed both of her knees jumping as she ate. She looked happy but I wasn't sure I had noticed her doing that kind of things before. Did I just never see it? I shrugged off the question and handed her a beer. She sent me puppy eyes and I laughed, opening it for her and handing it to her again. She grabbed it and took a long sip before eating some more.

"I hope these games end up being less awkward than our last 'truth or dare' game." I pointed out with a laugh, letting what was left of my pizza fall in the carton.

"I guess it can't be as bad, there's too many of us, it can't end up being too personal." she pointed out with a shrug.

Her eyes roamed around and landed on Harry. She stopped moving and her lips parted slightly and I frowned before realizing he was in deep conversation with Maya. He was leaning over her, smiling down at her, and she suddenly started laughing.

I suddenly felt extremely bad for her, especially after what she told me she felt towards Maya but at the same time, who could really blame Harry, knowing that me and her were close too? I let my hand slip on her thigh, squeezing it gently and brought it back to clap in my hands.

"Okay guys, it's time to play!" I turned to Harry. "Could you go get the jello shots? And more beer."

He nodded once and got up, disappearing in the kitchen as I kept talking.

"Anyone have any ideas?"

"Truth or dare?"

"No!"

I laughed at Olivia's immediate and impulsive answer and shook my head.

"We played way too much." I just explained. "Maybe later, let's start with something else."

"Spin the bottle?" Maya proposed, tilting her head as she looked at me.

"M'afraid the couples wouldn't appreciate." I clarified, raising my nose.

"Okay about about the voting game?"

We all turned to Gemma who was sitting on the couch and I raised my eyebrows, inciting her to say more. She smiled and moved closer, licking her lips.

"Okay so we ask a question like, who is most likely to do this or that and we all have to pick the person in the room that we thing would fit. Then we compare the answers and the person who gets picked the most can guess who voted for them and why."

I chuckled, noticing Liv was now up and looking in a drawer. She started giving post-its to everyone along with pen and I waited until she was back next to me to nod.

"Sounds nice, i'll read the papers outloud." I proposed, taking my cap off and putting it in the middle of the room to gather everyone's answers.

Harry came back and we all started taking shots while Gemma grabbed her phone, reading outloud the first question she found online.

"Who lost their virginity at the youngest age?"

I quickly scribbled Harry's name and threw it in my cap as my best friend was doing the same. After opening all of them, I counted that Harry got 8 out of 11 of the votes and let out a short laugh.

"Heyyy." he complained with a frown. "13 is not that young to lose your virginity!"

Gemma shook her head and closed her eyes, bringing her hand to her face.

"Yes Harry, yes it is." Lottie laughed with a frown too before rolling her eyes.

"I'm sure my sister didn't vote for me and uhm, Liv."

My best friend's lips curled and she chuckled.

"Sorry I did vote for you." He parted his lips in surprise exaggeratedly and she laughed more. "One time you were drunk and you literally related it to me minute by minute."

Everyone started laughing and I let my head fall down as my shoulders shook. I was trying not to laugh too much but it was so Harry-like and I couldn't help it.

"Next question!" Harry let out a bit too loud, trying to change the subject even if i was well aware that he adored the attention he was getting.

"Okay, I've got one!" Louis let out, his eyes on his phone. "Who has seen the most people in this room nude?"

I had to look around the room for this one but it was tough and it took longer for everyone to put their answers in my cap. The answers were quite different and I finally looked up at Harry, shaking my head a few times.

"You and I got the most votes." I pointed out, moving my chin in his direction. "How many people in this room have you seen naked?"

He frowned, his eyes moving from one person to the other before he ended up looking at me, making me chuckle again. I had a good idea of the number he was going to tell.

"Four?" he let out, unsure. "Excluding myself."

I saw Livia roll her eyes and she sighed loud enough. "I'm guessing these four persons are your bandmates and your sister?"

Harry smirked and just shrugged, leaning against the couch and crossing his ankles, his legs spread on the carpet.

"You haven't seen me naked!" Gemma argued, throwing an empty cup from a jello shot at him.

"Heyyy, we used to take our bath together!" He whined, dodging it with his elbow.

It fell on the carpet as Harry chuckled. He glanced at it and picked it up, making it turn between his fingers.

"We were babies!"

"It still counts!" he let out, throwing the small cup back at her and making her laugh. "Niall has seen more naked persons than me."

I held my breath and realized he probably thought I had seen Maya naked, for the simple reason that he thought we had sex together. I was not sure I wanted him to know and I glanced at Liv, wondering if I could count her. I had never seen her completely naked, it was true, but I had seen a lot. The thought made me shiver slightly and I sighed.

"I've seen four, too."

I felt suddenly guilty for the lie I had just professed and my face started to burn. I had seen Harry, Louis and Liam naked, that was true, but I hadn't seen anyone else without clothes and I didn't really want to talk about it. Should I just correct myself immediately and deal with the questions it would bring? After all, it was just a stupid game and it could be considered a white lie, right?

I saw Harry glance at Liv and then look back at me. I knew he thought the fourth person was Maya and I was not going to tell him otherwise.

"Well, that's a surprise."

[yung-gunshot]

In questions!

thank you denna @kisamas

1. What takes up too much of your time? rn its mainly vibeo game and anime. i still play djmax respect like almost every single day plus also playing ace combat 5 & 7 and i recently finished watching ergo proxy which was pretty cool

2. What makes your day better? cooking something yummy like pasta or curry makes my day better and just generally playing games something that distracts me from my problems at the moment

3. What’s the best thing that happened to you today? i made pasta with sausage, broccoli, and spinach for dinner and it was really good 

4. What fictional place would you like to go to? hm i havent really thought about this but i think it would be cool to see the netsphere from blame! but without being involved in all the fucked up stuff i just love the architecture 

5. Are you good at giving advice? i would like to think so but none of my friends i know irl reach out to me so maybe i think not i just speak bollocks 

6. Do you have a mental illness? hm not sure, i never got officially diagnosed but im pretty sure i may have developed depression ever since i graduated hs

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? i dont think i have 

8. What musician inspires you the most? not sure about musicians but deathgrips and jpegmafia have kinda inspired me at the moment just because they make whatever they want without being afraid of what people think of them

9. Have you ever fallen in love? yea its happened twice now

10. What’s your dream date? i dont really think about this just because i dont think it will ever happen but i think just hanging out and going hiking anywhere would be nice and i really enjoy checking out new places to eat in town

11. What do others notice about you? not really sure about this question tbh maybe that im really easy to get along with? and i dont like the fact that i exist outside of my own perception 

12. What’s an annoying habit you have? isolation? but also i tend to bounce my leg and play with my hair a lot

13. Do you still talk to your first love? nope 

14. How many exes do you have? 2

15. How many songs are in your playlist? im not really sure i just have 3 playlists on spotify that most songs go to depending on the mood they are pretty huge though so id say at least 100 per playlist

16. What instruments can you play? i used to be able to play the trumpet in elementary 

17. What do you have the most pictures of? i have lots of landscape pics from the places i go camping and hiking then its just anime girls memes etc

18. Where would you like to go before you die? i think it would be really nice to see japan, korea, and indonesia plus also visit every national park here in the us and some parts in mexico like cancun and puebla 

19. What’s your zodiac? aquarius 

20. Do you relate to it? sometimes but most of the time i think its stupid 

21. What is happiness to you? just living a life where i dont have to maintain a certain image of myself and free from the pressures of modern day life and capitalism 

22. Are you going through anything right now? yea i still havent registered for fall classes yet and also havent been able to find a job either and i lost my friendship with my best friend a month ago

23. What’s the worst decision you ever made? i think telling my best friend i grew feelings for them is by far the worst thing ive done to date and its just something im never going to forgive myself for

24. What’s your favorite store? winco, samber and la chiquita (local hispanic stores) and grocery outlet

25. What’s your opinion about abortion? pro

26. Do you keep a bucket list? nope

27. Do you have a favorite album? ive had a few as my all time fav like Emily’s D+Evolution , To Pimp A Butterfly and Toxicity, rn though im really enjoying Dog Whistle by Show Me the Body, Infest the Rats’ Nest by King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard and Veteran by Jpegmafia

28. What do you want for your birthday? maybe some new cardigans and candles would be nice

29. What are people’s first impressions of you? i think people see me as a quiet and distant person because i dont talk that often when meeting new people

30. What age do you seem according to most people? my age (21) -/+ 1

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping? i keep it on the corner of my bed next to my head

32. What word do you say the most? bollocks, bellend, fuck, worm 

33. What’s the oldest age you would date? 25

34. What’s the youngest you would date? maybe 20 but they would have to be a very specific type of person for me to consider dating them, safe bet with 21

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you? art teacher

36. What’s your favorite music genre? it used to be hip hop for a really long time but now i like rock and metal but really ill listen to anything except for country and edm. ive also just been listening to a ton of vibeo game and anime music too 

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be? i honestly think if the world wasn’t dictated by money i would want to live in mexico or japan tbh i like the us but just for the nature and landscapes 

38. What is your current favorite song? Camp Orchestra by Show Me the Body

39. How long have you had this blog for? i think i started in the middle or end of 2015

40. What are you excited for? i cant really say im looking forward for anything other than death stranding coming out and the dlc for ace combat 7

41. Are you a better talker or listener? i think im a better listener than i am a talker bc when i talk i cant even understand what im saying sometimes. listening is much more important to me bc i can actually process what people are saying 

42. What was the last productive thing you did? i talked to my adviser today and made some food and took my dog out for a walk at the park

43. What do you want for Christmas? i would like more board games to play with my cousins and friends and maybe some new pants too

44. What class do you get the best grades in? i dont know about best grades but its usually my painting and drawing courses 

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now? 5

46. What can you see yourself doing in ten years? i honestly dont know and the only thing that comes to mind is being a teacher? i just live day to day 

47. When did you get your first heartbreak? i guess after i graduated hs we were talking before we graduated but things sorta fell apart and i realized my feelings a bit too late to change anything 

48. What age do you want to get married? not sure since i cant see myself being taken seriously enough to want to marry but i guess ill say any age before 40

49. What career did you want to have as a child? i dont quite remember but i recall wanting to do space travel so maybe an astronaut? or astronomer

50. What do you crave right now? emotional stability, some taro milk tea, and more pasta\

im gonna tag @deredere @euthymiclurker and @dementatree :)

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a list of very smutty bottom Louis fics. For this list, we chose fics that are mainly more graphic smut (like PWP fics) or fics that have many graphic smut scenes. Happy reading!

1) Lips Are Like The Galaxy’s Edge | Explicit | 2360 words

Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.

2) Louder Louder | Explicit | 2931 words

There’s really only one way to get Louis out of a mood this terrible, and Harry is prepared to sacrifice his entire evening if necessary.

3) Handprints And Good Grips | Explicit | 3330 words

Harry wants to pull them down and suck him off. Harry wants to never take them off and eat him out over the lace. Harry wants to push them aside and fuck the imprint right into Louis’ body.

4) Painless With Immense Distance | Not Rated | 3793 words

“You know when we talked about kinks and stuff awhile back and you said you wanted to try something?” Harry continues with a devious grin. Louis’s a bit lost and he tries to think about exactly what Harry is thinking about which honestly could be a handful of things.

“Prostate massage?” Harry asks like it’s as common as the sky is blue.

5) A Touch Of Your Love | Explicit | 3856 words

Harry needs to work out. Louis wants him to pay attention to him. They find a compromise.

6) Lagrangian Point | Explicit | 4055 words

They find each other again the night of Valentine’s Day.

7) Feel The Need | Explicit  | 4898 words

Louis and Harry attend Liam’s Halloween party. Risky Business ensues.

8) Hook’s Intention | Explicit | 5156 words

Harry hadn’t realized what, exactly, being the Captain Hook to Louis’ Peter Pan would entail.

9) Power Inside | Explicit | 5861 words

Louis wrinkles his nose and pokes Harry again. “You want a baby,” he repeats.

Again, Harry frowns. “Uh, yeah, Lou, I want a baby. So do you.”

Where is this even going. Harry honestly has no clue.

Abruptly, Louis stops frowning and practically throws himself off of Harry, splaying himself out on his side of the bed, arms spread wide. “Okay. Let’s make a baby, then.”

Can eyebrows get permanently attached to a hairline? Harry has a feeling he’s going to find out. “You do realize - ” he starts.

“Yes, Harry, I realize,” Louis says, stroking his fingers over the inside of his own thigh, ruking his shorts up. “You gonna shut up about it and give me a baby or am I gonna have to go out and find someone else to fulfill my deepest desires?”

He’s a nutjob. He’s a complete nutjob. Harry’s in love with a complete nutjob.

10) Throw Me In The Deep End | Mature | 5914 words

The one where Harry is a very ferocious pirate captain and Louis is a mighty scoundrel in need of some good dicking.

11) Spark A New Flame | Explicit | 6100 words

Louis is nineteen, Harry is twenty-one, and it’s not all that hard to figure out what happens when they both go clubbing.

12) We’ll Stumble Through Heaven | Explicit | 6504 words

Louis likes to be a good boy for his alpha.

13) You Drive Me Wild (You Know You Do) | Explicit | 6632 words

Louis flirts with the Australian interviewers and Harry gets possessive.

14) Call Me Shallow But I’m Only Getting Deeper | Explicit | 7367 words

The one where Louis is a brat so Harry spanks him with a riding crop.

15) That Ugly Ass Yellow Shirt | Explicit | 7502 words | Sequel 1 | Sequel 2 | Sequel 3

“This,” says Louis, holding up a shirt from the box, “is the ugliest fucking shirt I’ve ever seen.”

16) Give It Up To Me | Explicit | 8134 words

"You're going to end up making me come with all the boys in our lounge," he finished, his tone softening the longer he spoke. "And?" Harry murmured, placing his palm over the crevice of Louis' arse, keeping the plug nice and tight inside of him. "What if I wanted you to?"

17) Love To Make Him Moan | Explicit | 8106 words

They fuck like they’re sex starved, when they’re really, really not.

18) Makes Perfect | Explicit | 8610 words

“What if you practiced on like, a mannequin?” Louis presses. “Or one of those blow up sex dolls? Or even just like, I don’t know, a pillow or something. Whatever it’d fit around.”

Harry tilts his head thoughtfully, curls catching the light so entrancingly that Louis finds himself reaching up to push his fingers through them. “It’s different, though, innit? When it’s a real person. A pillow won’t snog me.”

“Why should it?” says Louis. “You can’t even take its bra off.”

19) Let The Beating Waves Come Drag Me Down | Explicit | 9947 words

“Just try it, the worst thing that could ever happen it’s that you won’t like it” Niall had told him. And there he was, on the way to one of these pubs created for perverts, willing to break up the routine to try something new, something that terrified as much as excited him. One night to get swept up in passion, one night to let the devil get in. "Tonight, I’m going to make you scream of ecstasy Louis,” he said with a raspy voice full of control, making him tremble with anticipation.

20) Anything Goes | Explicit | 10275 words

Harry probably shouldn't be amused that Louis has a death grip on his hand and is dragging away from an event that, you know, they should be at. And he still probably shouldn't have that god awful smirk plastered to his face when Louis shoves him into the bathroom and steps in before locking the door.

21) Bite | Explicit | 10980 words

Louis is a vampire hunter, and Harry is too happy being his prey.

22) The Sweat On Your Skin | Explicit | 11014 words

Louis is certain there’s no better way to come down from a post-gym high than a naked romp in the bed with his favorite workout partner.

23) Gnossiene | Explicit | 11276 words

Louis sets a challenge for himself; it gets a bit out of hand.

24) Can’t Blame Gravity | Explicit | 11931 words

Note: Mentions of bottom Harry.

That time in 2015, when Harry went MIA around Louis’ birthday.

25) Let’s Take the World By Storm | Explicit | 14656 words

Harry lifts his head off Louis’ chest to look at Louis’ face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know, but our sex life feels a bit boring, ‘sall,” Louis says, completely avoiding eye contact.

“Boring.” Harry says flatly. He doesn’t say anything more, and Louis looks up to see that Harry seems to be mulling it over.

“Yeah, boring,“ Louis says, and keeps talking before Harry can pipe up. “I mean, think about it. We’ve been dating since X Factor, and now things are starting to drag a bit. We don’t even have the time for handjobs anymore, much less actual sex.”

26) The Seed Inside You, Baby, Do You Feel It Growin’ | Explicit | 14793 words

Louis really wants Harry to get him pregnant.

27) Fumbling in the Dark | Explicit | 21599 words

Louis is straight, Harry is not. They still shag a lot.

28) Another Day Gettin’ Into Trouble | Explicit | 25619 words

Harry’s drunk when the idea occurs to him. He’s also a pop star, so sometimes his drunk ideas turn into actual things instead of just ideas. The clone-a-willy kit is one of them.

In Harry’s defense, when he first thinks about it his intention is just to buy the kit and give it to Louis to make his own dildo with, because that’s what he wants anyway, right? To have a penis filling him up?

Then he realizes that it would be weird if Louis made a copy of his own dick to fuck himself with. It’d be super weird. Louis fucking himself? That’s a weird idea. Harry’s pretty sure Louis wouldn’t like that.

Clearly the only solution here is to use his own dick for the mold.

29) Nicotine | Explicit | 32345 words

“We’re two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we’d never date.” Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

30) Who Would’ve Thought | Explicit | 44275 words | Companion fic

The idea doesn’t come to Louis until they’ve been at the bungalow for a couple of days. Harry has no idea that he’s going to pop a knot. He’s been living his life with the expectation that he’s going to be a beta, and Louis isn’t going to tell him otherwise.

Louis is an omega, though, and most omegas want to be filled up with a knot, fucked the way their bodies are made to be fucked, and Louis is no different. In ten years he wants to have an alpha waiting for him at home who will hold him down and fuck him exactly the way Louis wants to be fucked without worrying that they’re going to expect him to stay at home, open a joint bank account, raise a litter of babies, cook and clean and, most importantly, be submissive. For that to happen Louis needs an entirely different kind of alpha.

And so the plan is born.

31) Pinkies Never Lie | Explicit | 83616 words

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

32) Swim In The Smoke | Explicit | 101778 words

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[thepropertylovers]

Feature Friday with Corey & Dan Prince

Happy Friday! This week’s Feature Friday is a married couple who love the life they share together in their upstate NY town. They discuss how a break years ago saved their relationship, how easy it was to decide who’s name to take, and a certain obsession with a certain Queen B. These guys seem like they would be a blast to hang out with, and we think you’ll agree. Take a look below to see what we mean…

Where are you from? Corey: I am from a little town in Upstate New York called Hoosick Falls lived there until I was 6 then moved to Hendersonville TN until I was 10 then moved to Ohio until I was 15 and back to good ol’ Hoosick Falls and have been in New York ever since.

Dan: I grew up in a town just outside of Albany, called Colonie New York and have lived there my whole life.

Where do you live? We bought our first house together last August in one of our favorite places Troy, NY. Its like a mini Brooklyn in Upstate. Cute shops, and wine bars, and restaraunts. Always something new going on from farmers markets and summer concerts but somewhere that’s just nice to walk around and see the buildings and history.

Instagram handle: Corey: @CORBOR2, Dan: @dprince2

Age: Corey: 26, Dan: 27

Where is your favorite place you’ve ever travelled to and why? Corey: This is tough. Before Dan I never travelled. The furthest I had gone was Maine and Florida. When we first met Dan begged me to go on a cruise and I was in school at the time, but I went and realized there is much more to the world than both Maine and Florida. But my favorite place is called Shorelands Guest Resort in Kennebunkport Maine, it’s just a little place with cute cottages that has bikes that you can take down a road with horses on the way and to a very secluded beach. I have always just felt so relaxed and collected there.

With Dan being a travel agent on the side of his full-time job we are always looking to go new places and see new things so maybe our favorite place is still out there. A lot of the world to see!

Dan: Playa Mujeres, Mexico. Rightfully so my favorite destination was where we went on our honeymoon. I am an independent travel agent and was always searching for the perfect place, but it was a task to find a gay friendly resort. The Finest Resort by Excellence was everything we wanted. Playa Mujeres is just north of Cancun. It was relaxing we met another couple Liz and Tina there and got invited to their wedding earlier in October. We couldn’t go but the memories there and the treatment and relaxation made it my absolute most favorite place.

How did you two meet? Oh goodness, well I was talking to his best friend at the time, we hadn’t met but once before that but then things didn’t work out with him and then Dan and I were talking to the same person not knowing it and then we realized, and he apologized for talking to the same person I was. It wasn’t long after that he asked me to a movie and the rest is history!

Who proposed to whom? Corey: We always planned a getaway for my Mimi and Aunt’s birthday and we went to Old Orchard Beach in Maine in 2015. We told Dan’s family about it and so by the time we were actually booked we had about 20-25 family members and friends on this trip and it was my Aunt and Uncle’s 17th wedding anniversary  and a few birthdays so we got some champagne and went out to the beach to do a cheers and Dan was saying the cheers and then he stopped and was like I also have another cheers I would like to do and he pulled his shirt off to reveal another shirt that said Feyonce got down on his knee and asked me to marry him.

Of course, I said yes!

The next year we planned a trip to Kennebunkport and we took a trip back to the beach that we got engaged at with a smaller group but in the same spot a year later I proposed to him 😊

How did you decide who's name to take? Oh, that was a no brainer. Dan’s last name was just easier, Prince. My last name just wouldn’t have worked. I don’t think it was even a thought of like hyphenating or him taking my last name and who doesn’t want to be a Prince?

You two took a break in 2014. What happened? Corey: I was so young when we met in 2011 and I was starting to not feel a connection or feel happy so as hard as it was for both of us I needed to make sure that this is what I wanted. it was about a month a half that we weren’t together still would talk occasionally. We met one day for a “first date” and opened about why we felt certain ways and made a pact to always be forward, honest, and not let feelings build up. It was rough. That’s never an easy thing to go through and we worked together and got through it and here we are living a beautiful imperfectly perfect life together.

What did you learn from the break? Corey: That communication is key. That things are not always rainbows and glitter. Relationships take work and compromise. It gave us a new start to learn about each other and build in new ways.

Dan: A break in a relationship can sometimes save it and can lead to a more fulfilling relationship.’ While a break doesn’t always prove to be a good thing, it can work to help you discover what you really want. If you’re questioning taking a break from your relationship, don’t be put off by the fact it may mean the end. Because it may also mean the beginning of getting your relationship back to the way it should be.

Tell us about the wedding! (click here to see their wedding pictures) The wedding! With keeping the theme of Dan’s last name, we went with The Royal Wedding theme. We were looking for every way to take a traditional wedding and flip it. We had looked at multiple castles in New York and Vermont and reached out to them to check availability and take tours. We ended up looking at Highlands Castle in Bolton Landing New York. Absolutely stunning, we called, and we had too many people for there, so he said, I have a friend in Altamont who owns a castle… don’t we all? So, we found Breitenbach Castle. The owner was an artist Thomas Breitenbach who built the castle from the ground up out of the rock from his land. Very talented. So, we did it. booked it in 2015 and chose the date of 9/9/17. We loved every aspect of planning. We had so much time to do it the right way where we didn’t put any stress on ourselves to plan something on a large scale in a short amount of time. I pitched the idea to Dan about doing a surprise wedding. Have the guests not know where they are going, give them the address on the invitation to the caterer’s venue and hotel where our room block was. We rented trolleys and had everyone shuttled in to the castle. It was a gamble. But it left everyone trying to figure it out for 2 years only like 10 people knew. It was magical. We just had the best day. The weather cleared up right around our ceremony, our amazing 18 groomsmaids, friends, and family all together celebrating love just made us want to go back and restart the minute it was over.

What is your favorite thing about one another? Corey: This is gonna sound so cliché, but Dan is truly one of a kind. He is so handsome, He is so passionate about everything he touches or does. He is organized. He is so responsible in every aspect. He supports my Beyoncé obsession. He just wants the best of life. I am honestly and truly very lucky that I get to call such a genuine, true human being my husband. I could go on…and on.

Dan: We both share a passion for an alternative life. We are happy homeowners and are proud parents to our wonderful chocolate lab named Blue Ivy Prince! We are great at compromising with decisions. Not all the time! But most of the times. We both have the want to see what the world has to offer. Our home is our pride and joy. Constantly making updates, as you know it never ends. Although we share a lot in common Corey has this crazy Beyoncé obsession, the first thing he does in the morning is google her to make sure she didn’t drop an album or a new picture or something while he was asleep. and I am completely opposite country music is my lane. I always tell him all my country concerts for a summer would take 2 years to pay for his one Beyoncé ticket. He usually says, “look at who we are talking about here sir”. Our differences set us apart but make for a great team that will just go with the flow. He is kind, caring, supportive, and compassionate. What more can you want?

[elite-guard-hardygal]

Markiplier Characters: The Ultimate Video Masterlist (UPDATED REGULARLY)

So, yeah, this is a list of all the videos I could find featuring the listed characters of @markiplier.

In the case of Darkiplier, when it comes to pre-Date w/ Markiplier videos, I only listed the videos that Mark has pretty much confirmed Darkiplier is featured in. Yes, there are plenty of videos of Mark being creepy, but unless Mark says otherwise, that does not necessarily make it a Darkiplier video. But in general, the videos on this list have to fall under the following criteria:

The character featured has to be made by Mark (as in the case of Wilford Warfstache or Jim)

If the character is not made by Mark, Mark needs to have featured the character at least once in his own skits (as in the case of Ed Edgar or the Host, both of whom were created by Cyndago)

If you're still wondering why certain videos or characters aren't featured on this list, check out my other list, which has videos and characters that don't quite fit this criteria.

Also, you can find my Jacksepticeye master list here ^-^

THANK YOU TO -

@fandomfangirlworld, @wortblume, and @fountain-of-muse for reminding me of certain videos

@just-chugging-along and their Comprehensive Alter Ego Library

Cooperation Is Key and their playlist Markiplier Egos: Santaplier

So, without further ado...

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Origins of Wilford Warfstache and Darkiplier

Who Killed Markiplier? - Chapter 1 (Oct 10, 2017)

Who Killed Markiplier? - Chapter 2 (Oct 11, 2017)

Who Killed Markiplier? - Chapter 3 (Oct 12, 2017)

Who Killed Markiplier? - The Final Chapter (Oct 13, 2017)

Wilford ‘MOTHERLOVING’ Warfstache (Aug 5, 2018)

DAMIEN (May 12, 2019)

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A Heist With Markiplier

Illinois - GUNS BLAZING > CAR > TRY TO FIX > ECT. You may try not to fall in love, but the Adventurer couldn’t really blame you if you failed (Oct 30, 2019)

Yancy - GUNS BLAZING > HELICOPTER > RALLY THE PRISONERS > ECT. Don’t let his rap sheet and dancing skillz intimidate ya, the Prisoner may just think youse’s all right (Oct 30, 2019)

Captain Magnum - ALL SNEAKY LIKE > LIGHT TUNNEL > WAIT FOR RESCUE > ECT. Hoist the mainsail and prepare for adventure with the Pirate! (Oct 30, 2019)

Trailers (TBA)

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Darkiplier

Don't blink - dont turn around (Jun 19, 2012)

Don't move - not a muscle (Jul 4, 2012)

relax - Mark just wants to chill for his 14 million sub celebration, but someone has other ideas (Aug 13, 2016)

A Date With Markiplier - PAY > HORROR > ECT. Darkiplier makes his official debut, and he's missed you very much (Feb 14, 2017)

Don't Play This Game - Watch as Mark submits to the madness of a nonsensical 'game' (Apr 16, 2017)

Markiplier TV - Darkiplier gives his thoughts on Wilford Warfstache's revolutionary idea (May 5, 2017)

DARKIPLIER vs ANTISEPTICEYE - Who will win the ultimate evil YouTuber showdown? (Jul 28, 2017)

Don't remember - theres nothing out there (Nov 18, 2017)

go back to sleep… - l i s t e n (Aug 20, 2018)

DAMIEN - Following the events of Who Killed Markiplier, Damien begins to realize that he is more lost than he thinks (May 12, 2019)

Outliers

The Voice of Darkiplier | Markiplier ReMIX - Listen to Darkiplier's dulcet voice in this Markiplier Recognized(TM) remix by DayByDave (Jun 29, 2017)

World’s First Pop-Up Haunted House - 0:26 The Barrel television set starts to give off Darkiplier vibes for a few seconds when Mark leaves us alone (Oct 27, 2017)

big MOOD? - 9:10 While Mark displays what he thinks a big mood is, “you have to wake up” flashes across the screen in a very Darkiplier fashion (Nov 20, 2017)

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Wilford Warfstache

The Fall of Slenderman - In his debut, Wilford Warfstache interviews the once feared Slenderman (Nov 9, 2012)

The Warfstache Affair - Caught in an affair with another man's wife, Warfstache responds to the problem the only way he knows how (Jun 12, 2013)

Warfstache Plays: Slender - Warfstache encounters the Slenderman once again, this time in Slendy’s own territory (Oct 16, 2013)

The Ned Affair [feat. MARKIPLIER] - In this sequel to the Warfstache Affair, Wilford Warfstache must face justice for what he's done (Aug 26, 2014)

Five Nights at Freddy's: The Interview - Wilford Warfstache interviews everyone's favourite disembodied voice, Phone Guy (Mar 7, 2015)

Warfstache Interviews Markiplier - In a move that is in no way meant to boost ratings, Markiplier is invited to guest star on Warfstache Tonight! (Sep 13, 2015)

A Date With Markiplier - DON’T PAY > DON’T ATTACK > PICK LOCK > STAY TOGETHER > MORE? Wilford Warfstache gets you to ask the real question (Feb 14, 2017)

Markiplier TV - Warfstache acts as a gameshow host and poses a revolutionary idea to his colleagues (May 5, 2017)

Wilford ‘MOTHERLOVING’ Warfstache - Following the events of Who Killed Markiplier, Detective Abe finally manages to track down the murderous and elusive Colonel William, now know by his latest persona: Wilford ‘Motherloving’ Warfstache (Aug 5, 2018)

Outliers

Amnesia: Rain | Part 6 (Final) | ENDGAME - Mark wears a pink mustache and plays around with his Warfstache voice (Apr 3, 2013)

Markiplier Animated | WARFSTACHE - An animation of the above video (Dec 3, 2014)

WARFSTACHE RIDES AGAIN | Critical Annihilation - Mark plays with a Wilford Warfstache avatar and talks a bit about the character (Feb 26, 2016)

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Santaplier

Santa’s Rampage - [clever video summary TBA] (Dec 15, 2013)

Very Organized Santa - [clever video summary TBA] (Dec 18, 2013)

Santa Does Omegle - [clever video summary TBA] (Dec 25, 2013)

Markiplier’s Debut Christmas Album - [clever video summary TBA] (Apr 1, 2014)

Christmas Can’t Wait - [clever video summary TBA] (Nov 24, 2016)

SANTA SPILLS THE TEA - 0:00 Here to tell you who’s naughty and nice, here to tell you to buy merch for charity, here to tell you who the true original ego is, it’s Definitely Not Santa! (Dec 10, 2018)

Outliers

Happy Wheels Highlights - The series from which Santaplier was born, it’s a playlist of Happy Wheels, where you’re bound to catch our beloved drunken Santa appearing at least once in every video, sans the first one

Markiplier Animated | 1 Million Subscriber Special - Santaplier makes a brief appearance in this special animation featuring some of Mark’s best gaming moments up to this point (Nov 6, 2013)

Santiplier: The Game - Mark plays a Santaplier fangame, complete with epic sax music, rage, and moans of eviceral pleasure (Jun 18, 2014)

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King of the Squirrels

King of the Squirrels - In his debut, the King smears peanut butter on his face in celebration of 80,000 subs (Jan 23, 2013)

King of the Squirrels Returns - The King is sick, but he is still the King! (Mar 26, 2015)

Markiplier TV - The King crashes the conference while Wilford Warfstache is receiving feedback on his revolutionary idea (May 5, 2017)

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Dr. Iplier

Worst News Doctor - In his official debut, Dr. Iplier delivers a LOT of bad news to a young patient (Oct 27, 2013)

Markiplier TV - Dr. Iplier continues to deliver bad news and gives his thoughts on Wilford Warfstache's revolutionary idea (May 5, 2017)

SANTA SPILLS THE TEA - 8:20 Dr. Iplier may have to pay alimony, but YOU can still buy merch, all proceeds of which go to charity 15:44 A newborn child may not be able to buy merch, but YOU can, remembering all proceeds go to charity 27:26 Doctors need good hygiene, and that’s why Dr. Iplier buys merch, safe in the knowledge that all proceeds go to charity (Dec 10, 2018)

Outliers

Surgeon Simulator 2013 - A playlist of Mark's Surgeon Simulator playthroughs, from which come a lot of Dr. Iplier's catch phrases

Markiplier Animated | Surgeon Simulator - Dr. Iplier is NOT a fraud, and he’s gonna prove it in this animation of one of the above playthroughs! (Jun 13, 2013)

Markiplier Animated | SHUT UP NURSE!! - It’s just so hard for Dr. Iplier to get good help around here, as shown in this sequel to the above animation (Jun 27, 2013)

Markiplier Animated | MEET THE MEDIPLIER - When animated TF2 style, Dr. Iplier might just give the Medic a run for his money (Apr 19, 2014)

Markiplier Animated | GET THE SPOON - Doctors Mark and Wade try to utilize one of the most important tools in medical practice (Mar 26, 2016)

Surgeon Simulator IN REAL LIFE - Mark applies Surgeon Simulator in the real world (May 10, 2016)

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Dapperplier

A Gentlemen's Dispute feat. CaptainSparklez - Dapperplier and Jordapper look to settle their differences in the most civilized way possible (Jul 21, 2014)

GENTLEMEN'S DISPUTE w/ Markiplier - See Jordapper's version of the above video (Jul 21, 2014)

REMATCH OF THE CENTURY | Max Gentlemen w/ Captain Sparklez - Dapperplier and Jordapper have fallen low and look to regain their honor in the most civilized way possible (Feb 10, 2015)

MAXIMUM GENTLEMEN'S DISPUTE w/ Markiplier - See how Jordapper remembers the above events (Feb 10, 2015)

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Googleplier

Google IN REAL LIFE | ft. Markiplier - Google is thwarted in this Mathias edition of Googleplier's debut (Oct 31, 2014)

Google IRL - Google is defeated in this Markiplier edition of Googleplier's debut (Oct 31, 2014)

360 VIDEO | Let's Play Minecraft | Part 1 - Google restates his primary objective (Apr 1, 2017)

Markiplier TV - Google gives his thoughts on Wilford Warfstache's revolutionary idea (May 5, 2017)

Google Gets An Upgrade - Google receives a visit from Bing while in the middle of an upgrade (May 20, 2017)

Outliers

GOOGIPLIER RETURNS - Mathias plays a short fan-game in which Google IRL returns to show how useful he can be (Sep 11, 2015)

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Yandereplier

MAKING LOVE FOR SENPAI | Yandere Simulator #14 - Yandereplier-chan shows her true colours in this kawaii intro! (Nov 13, 2016)

Outliers

Yandere Simulator - A playlist of Mark’s Yandere Simulator playthroughs, chock full of Mark being a giggly, yandere freak

Markiplier Animated - YANDERE SIMULATOR - Committing murder, becoming a fugitive, mopping up blood, kidnapping Boobs McKenzie: all in a day’s work for Yandereplier-chan in this animation of one of the above playthroughs! (Aug 21, 2015)

Yandere Simulator ANIMATED: The Squeakquel - Yandereplier-chan returns in this sequel to the above animation, and she’s gonna show everyone what for for not accepting her spicy sausage! (Aug 5, 2016)

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Jim News

Markiplier TV - In their debut, Jim and Jim cover various disaster reports and weather reports (May 5, 2017)

CORPSE ABDUCTION? - In the midst of the Who Killed Markiplier mystery, Jim and Jim enter the scene of the crime to get the main scoop (Oct 10 or Oct 14, 2017)

SUSPECT WITH A SHOOTY?! - Continuing their investigation, Jim and Jim tail the possible murderer (Oct 11 or 14, 2017)

DEMONS JIM, DEMONS!! - Continuing their investigation, Jim and Jim attempt to contact the demons contained within the murder house (Oct 12 or 14, 2017)

DUMMY JIM REENACTS GRISLY SCENE! - Jim and Jim conclude their investigation with the help of Dummy Jim (Oct 13 or 14, 2017)

Breaking News

Five Nights at Freddy's: Pizzeria Simulator - Part 5 - 5:25 Jim News interrupts this playthrough to bring you breaking news: Markiplier is set to invade Europe! (Dec 6, 2017)

I KICKED ETHAN IN THE FACE - 1:53 Jim News interrupts these clips from Markiplier's last tour to bring you breaking news: Markiplier is going on tour again! (Dec 9, 2017)

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Bingiplier

Google Gets An Upgrade - With a 'saaaahhh!' and a visit to Googleplier's, Bingiplier makes his obnoxious debut (May 20, 2017)

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Eric Derekson

SANTA SPILLS THE TEA - Debut of Eric Derekson of Derek Derekson’s Charity Warehouse, where everything is super cool and fun and warm and there’s no anxiety or death or anything... Right, Dad? (Dec 10, 2018)

Timestamps: SANTA SPILLS THE TEA

4:15 - We make no money at Derek Derekson’s Charity Warehouse because all proceeds go to charity but that’s good, right?

5:57 - Want a dog leash?

7:21 - All proceeds go to charity and... Can we do that take again…?

8:54 - Our sweaters are warm and comfortable and you can wear them, please buy them…!

11:41 - This is fine, you still got me, Dad… Right?

14:09 - Get our deals cause they’re great and all proceeds go to charity and how are we still in business–

16:42 - Pull yourself together, Eric!

19:00 - I don’t have feet… Please buy these socks, all proceeds go to charity

20:57 - Please don’t lose your dog, please buy a dog leash, all proceeds go to charity

22:40 - *gross sobbing*

24:30 - I just wanted a farm…

26:23 - My brother Sterrick had no hands… Buy our merch, all proceeds go to charity

28:03 - I once had a termite farm...

29:42 - I had a dog once…

31:26 - My brother Gerrick liked to play with fire– I once had someone special– I wanted to have kids...

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Randal Vorhees

SANTA SPILLS THE TEA - Move aside people, for the debut of everyone’s favourite New Yorker, Randal Vorhees! (Dec 10, 2018)

Timestamps: SANTA SPILLS THE TEA

5:09 - You ain’t gonna be not fashionable when you buy merch for charity!

6:49 - New York traffic is hell but that don’t stop you from buying merch for charity!

10:46 - Come to New York, see the Empire State Building, go to the park, and buy merch for charity!

14:50 - New York has the best pizza in the world and the best merch to buy for charity!

18:10 - Gotta hate when you can’t get a taxi, but at least you can always buy merch for charity!

21:54 - We just got a load’a merchandise! All proceeds go to charity!

25:26 - Heyyy there, pretty person, you look like you would like to buy merch for charity!

28:56 - Eyyy, sexy person! Why not buy some merch for charity?

30:21 - What’s more central than Central Park? This merch with all proceeds going to charity!

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Derek Derekson

SANTA SPILLS THE TEA - Here debuts Derek Derekson, all-American representative of Derek Derekson’s Charity Warehouse, home of the best charity deals this side of the Mississippi (Dec 10, 2018)

Timestamps: SANTA SPILLS THE TEA

12:30 - Welcome to Derek Derekson’s Charity Warehouse, where you can’t get good help, but you CAN buy merch for charity

20:05 - Mosey on down to Derek Derekson’s Charity Warehouse for great quality merch that you can buy for charity

23:40 - [Derek Derekson’s Charity Warehouse is experiencing familial difficulties]

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CYNDAGO CHARACTERS

This list was getting a tad congested with the release of A Heist With Markiplier, so just click here for the Cyndago characters

[petestarebanks]

tl;dr: i'm on mobile and i wish i could put a read more on this just as much as you do

the world is a funny place. i just remembered some weird things that have happened over the last 3-4 years that i've never really talked about on here or at least that i never described in detail, so i'm gonna do a thing where i get everything out onto a tumblr post that will disappear into the void forever, feel free to keep scrolling if you don't want to hear personal stories about my life.

table of contents: this is going to be about 3 people in particular and here is a brief synopsis of whom they are -

public enemy 1 - the first person i ever had real feelings for, when i was 16, who i never dated or did anything more than flirt with because he would go for a couple weeks being sweet and then months of dating other girls, repeated over the course of 2 years, while claiming that we were close friends (looking back i don't think we were ever really friends tbh) - furthermore refered to as E

holy fuckover - the first guy i had sex with, who i hardly knew when i first got involved with, but who i liked a whole lot and this whole situation was a shitstorm but ultimately i didn't want a relationship when he did and then he didn't want a relationship when i did and then he met someone else and now we don't speak - furthermore referred to as H

lover boy - someone who has been a good friend to me for over seven years, but who for the last two and a half years has been trying to become more than friends while he is still dating and living with the mother of his child, and i'm not having it - furthermore referred to as L

one night in october 2014 i took a nap on my couch during a baseball game and when i woke up i had not one but two messages from both H and E. now this is wild because E went to college in tally in june 2012 and forgot to continue nurturing friendships with me or any of our mutual friends. he still communicated with his other friends from high school and just people in general that me and my friends didn't know, but not us. he would randomly message me for no reason throughout those 2 years in between but at this point in october 2014 i hadn't heard from him in idk probably like 6 months to a full year. meanwhile H and i stopped speaking in october 2013, and i think i had one conversation with him in like early 2014 but otherwise no communication. so on that night in october 2014 as i woke up from a nap to groggily check my phone and see 2 little bubbles, both oddly on facebook messenger, from 2 ghosts from my past, who i still had pretty strong feelings for at the time, i was reasonably baffled as to how in the fuck the cosmos had aligned to torment me so on this day in particular. nothing exciting happened, i talked to them both for like an hour before they got bored and left my stupid ass on read feeling like i should have performed a power move by leaving them on read in the first place.

the next memory that randomly occurred to me tonight was my 22nd birthday. L's birthday is the day before mine and in 2015, we met up at my former job, where i had been pregaming, so i was kinda lit, and it just so happened that that was the first night i saw E in at least uhhhhhhh i'd say 2 years but it might have only been 1 year idk anyway i hadn't had any communication with him since that night in october 2014 so i did what i usually do to people when i don't know how to properly function socially, which is ghost them in real life by not making eye contact and pretending i don't realize they're there. like an hour or so passed before i think he approached me but again i was lowkey drunk so i hardly remember anyway we greeted each other and he joked about me being drunk and i said something along the lines of "it's my birthday tomorrow i can do what i want" and that was the extent of that interaction before i went with L and some other friends to do karaoke at a bar to end L's birthday and ring in my birthday (E wished me a happy birthday for the first time in idk a couple years and on my facebook wall no less, where he made another comment about me being drunk) - we karaoke'd 22 by taylor swift bc it was only right as well as our song by taylor swift (i was with 3 adult men so i still laugh about it to this day)

anyway the whole seeing E thing on my 22nd birthday is a minor detail compared to the actual memory that i randomly thought of tonight.

on my birthday in 2015 which was the next day, a group of us, totalling i think like 22 people, went to a hibachi restaurant to celebrate bc my best friend and i share a date of birth (i love her wow) and after the dinner i still wanted to go out and do something bc it was like 10:30 and i wasn't done turning up but it was also like a tuesday or wednesday i think and my friends all wanted to rest so the only person who was willing to go out was L and we went to the same bar where we had done karaoke and this was the first time i think EVER that we hung out just the two of us. at that time in my mind we were just friends but as i found out later, he had already decided he wanted to be more than friends with me at this point. a detail that is only important when i explain that another one of our friends at dinner was talking loudly to me about H because i had told him like 1 detail about the situation and my dumbass sister and our other friend had told him a few more details smh ANYWAY they mentioned him by name as though i was even still involved with him but like i had literally told them it had been years since i was involved with this person like???? well at the bar L asked me "so what's up with this H person" and wouldn't you know it that as luck would have it H had messaged me a little after 1am and as L was asking, i had a message from H on my phone. again i hadn't heard from H probably since october 2014 so the fact that he was messaging me to let me know he was both drunk and high on my birthday without acknowledging that it was my birthday and i had to let him know that it was my birthday, was just another one of those weird fucking alignments of the cosmos.

anyway, my birthday in 2015 was just a weird memory because of the random interactions with both H and E within 24 hours and then unknowingly making L jealous by showing him that i was still in communication with what could almost qualify as an "ex" (even though i really wasn't in communication with him at all).

it's kinda like how on a certain date in february 2010 E and i told each other we liked each other for the first time and then on that same date in february 2013 H and i fooled around for a few hours and i think it was the best sex we ever had. or how in october 2012 i listened to the final moments of the world series as the t*gers lost and rooting against the g*ants while giving H head and in october 2016 i sat and watched the g*ants get eliminated from the playoffs with L who is a t*gers fan.

it just goes to show that like dates are just dates until they become a memory and idk what more i can say about that.

[1-420-666-6969]

I was going to post this on Twitter because someone was talking about killing themselves. But it’s just a hard platform to right lengthy stuff on. So, I'll post it on here. Maybe it'll help someone. Maybe it won't.

Ive tried to kill myself a total of three times and nearly killed myself many more times than that. And it affects how I think about suicide and how I react when other people talk about it. I really don’t want other people to kill themselves. And I fucking suck at talking to people, so I might not even really keep in contact with anyone, but I really don’t want people to end up where I did in life. I want other people to grow. If you ever want to talk to me about it, I’m here. Under the read more, I’ll talk about it more,and honestly, everrything I say will only be surface level, because delving for too much will leave you with a novel and that’s not really what I’m trying to do.

I first started thinking about killing myself when I was 7. That probably sounds crazy, but my mother was severely abusive and I understood the concept of life and death better than any 7 year old should have. I can talk about how bad it was for me between 6 and 7, but I did on this blog. If you check the #surviving tag, you'll see my hazy memory chronicling it. In short, when I was 7, my bedroom was on the 2nd story. My younger sister asked me why there's a screen on the window. I didn't grasp the concept of a bug screen, but I did at that second think that it was like prison bars and prevented people from killing themselves. Then I considered doing that. That night I couldn't sleep, so I turned on the tv. My mother came in with the belt and kept hitting me for not going to sleep.

I would consider suicide a few more times over the next few years, but I finally tried to when I was 11. I grabbed a knife and stabbed my stomach. I missed every organ. The bleeding stopped after a few hours. I pretended it didn't happen. Nowadays, I lie and say I walked by a knife and it stabbed me.

When I was 13, my abusive mother had died. I never gathered the courage to confront her about my abuse and it fucked with my mental stability. I climbed a ladder, got on the roof and attempted to throw myself off. I didn't break anything, I just rolled. My stepdad came out and asked what was the noise. I lied and said I was getting the basketball off the roof.

I tried to hang myself a few weeks later. I didn't tie the rope well, and I just fell to the floor. I cried that night. The next day, my grandma came to visit and I begged to leave the house. My recovery would finally start.

When I was 15, I tried to bring up the abuse in a family meeting. They took away my ps3 because I was using it a lot. Video games were at that time in my life how I coped with everything. Not having it immediately turned everything and I had to face it. My sister told me that I was lying. It wasn't abuse, it was punishment. And I deserved it. This re instilled my desire to off myself because those words bounced in my head on repeat for years. I never talked about the abuse again. Not until I was 21.

When I was 17, I devised a life plan for myself. You know, every senior had to do that when they're about to graduate after all. My life plan was empty though on paper. In my head, I decided that if nothing ia going on in my life by the time I turn 25, I kill myself.

I didn't quite last that long. After turning 21, I was almost done with college, should get read for university. After all, I took 3 and a half years to finish a 2 year degree. And everything just started to seem bleak. Life just started to halt. The girl I confessed my love to had moved back to Philly. She was dating someone else. I just didn't mention how that made me feel for months. My job was starting to suck, but I realized I needed a full time job, and I wasn't offered it even though I put myself on a list. I finally started uni, and I couldn't keep up in the online class. I has to withdraw and was barred from classes for a year. My life was literally crumbling. To top it all off, my car died and I didn't make enough to buy a car. Everything about 2014 fucking sucked for me.

So, February 2015 happens. In a last ditch effort to better myself, I apply to a comic book store for a job. I do the interview. Two weeks pass and I hear nothing back. February 15, I don't know what set me off, but I'm rushing home. Driving on the highway. I'm still frantic. I pull over on the bridge. I'm trying to cool myself off, and I'm just looking down from this overpass. All the cars are flying by and I'm just thinking "I'm gonna do it I'm gonna do it. Fuck all of this." And I just didn't do it. The thought of my friends and how supportive they were just kinda kept me there. So I didn't. The next day, I got a call offering me the position at the comic shop. After I got off the phone with the manager, I laughed and cried and was joyous yet sad.

Life moved on for me for a bit. Then I had a re-realization of the abuse I went through, I remembered more of it. I couldn't deal. I tried talking with a therapist about it. Then I got baker acted. Because I told her that earlier that day, I was about to veer off the road and into a divider. The impact would have killed me probably. I spent three days in a psych ward on suicide watch. The antidepressants were bad for me. I got every bad side effect, but I kept taking them because I needed help and I knew it. Eventually I stopped, but that drive to better myself didn't end. I still want to go back and get on antidepressants because I know I need them. But I cant afford doctors and medication right now. But I still want other people to get better. I don't want anyone else to feel like they hit a wall like I had so many fucking times. I still need help, but goddamn it I'm gonna try. And all I can do is encourage other people to get better to. Because that's all I feel I can do. So I'm sorry if I ever just sound like I'm bothering people, because I don't want to bother them. I want to be there because those three times I tried to kill myself, I didn't have anybody. The only thing that prevented me from doing it those two other times was because I finally had people who cared about me. I was finally not alone. And let me tell you, failing to off yourself is the worst fucking feeling and it just drives you further into a hole.

So yeah. I'm sorry if I ever seem like a pest, but I just don't want more people to go through what I did. I'm sorry if anyone reading this was ever on the receiving end of me yakking on. Just stay safe out there. If you ever want to talk to me about that stuff, I'm here. I want to be there.

[amisbro]

Let’s Talk:  Broccoli’s Gamble

And how it paid off for them The first thing we have to do is go ALLLLLL THE WAY BACK to 8/8/2009 when Broccoli announced on their blog that they were going to be starting a franchise called “Uta no Prince-Sama”.  It was a game that would follow 6 idols that were going to school at Saotome Gauken (Shining Academy) as they attempt to make their debut with the composer whom the player would name in the game BUT for the purposes of this post we will use the name that is most familiar in Haruka Nanami. Before that November would start with the CDs for the 6 original boys that would appear in UtaPri and this would run up to February where we would get to hear the first songs of the cast at that time.  We WOULD get “Welcome to UTAPRI World” later but we’re splitting hairs. When the first game came out a lot was probably riding on it because Broccoli wanted it to succeed and ,while I can’t find #’s for the original, we can assume it did very well for the company because they kept going with the games all the way up to February 26th of 2015 when All-Star After Secret released and is the last “new” game for either the PSP or the VITA at this time with Dolce Vita to come later Little did we realize that ,while the game gamble was going to pay off, No one probably looked at UtaPri and thought as an Anime it would go past one 13 week series.  Most probably thought it was going to be ,at the least, a single cour series and at the most maybe 2...an OVA ,2 more Series and a Movie was PROBABLY not in the cards if you gave Broc truth serum. But Broc had another part of this plan and that was their stage shows While they only started at a 1500 seat building called “U-Port Hall” they went bigger and better as they moved up to 10K seat buildings to NOW aroud the 30K mark which they have filled for 3 different Lives!  That was impressive There is NO WAY their gamble could  keeping paying off right?  I mean eventually the house wins and you go broke! WELL While I don’t have the numbers for the character singles of the first two series in the Anime Seasons 3 and 4 have shown that Broc was going to keep winning...and in some cases it wouldn’t have to be the character singles from STARISH to outright do it because if you remember around Season 3 when QN had their frist Anime Single they were in the top 3 peaking at #2...they couldn’t do better than that surely WRONG When Season 4 came around what we found out was that QUARTET NIGHT had a fanbase that was REALLY HUNGRY and it was so much so when the Anime came out that what happened was they didn’t want to give up the #1 spot for a long time and they broke a lot of records not just for UtaPri but for Anime Singles as a whole and that has to tell you something. Season 4 was also another gamble for Broccoli:  To allow a “rival group” in HEAVENS to be able to have singles with STARISH members and also to have their own group single. It ALMOST didn’t payoff Interestingly enough when the group singles came out the one that peaked the highest was JUSTICE IMPULSE which was around the top 5 while others made either the top 10 but didn’t stick or just didn’t break it.  Mamoru Miyano’s character single with Yuuma Uchida NEARLY broke the top 10 but not quite but others weren’t nearly as lucky.  With Ren/Van’s and Yamato/Syo’s being the top marks for the duets what would this mean for HEAVENS when their group single came out? Well?! HEAVENS had their single come out last and it was after the masterful job that God’s S.T.A.R. did.  They also had to contend with the fact that the mainstays in STARISH were in the top 5 when their single came out (as was Mamo’s single for the season in Tempest IIRC) so there was NO WAY they would get past that right? WRONG Now I’m going to stop here for a second and I will say that ,yes these songs were under King Records, BUT its the idea that a group that was constructed by Broccoli to be the opposition to STARISH originally was going to be put in this spot.  What would happen? Not much...just the top 3! “Immortal Inferno” peaked at #3 on the Daily charts and yet again Broc beat the house.  Whether we want to admit it they did a hell of a job constructing this group because you had old vets and new guys that no one really knew.  Sure you had Kimura ,OnoD and Midorin BUT we had Hidenori ,Daiki Yamashita and also Yuuma...oh and Wingu unless you watched FREE! (spoiler:  I did and I had no idea he was in it). HEAVENS was the renegades and they did the unthinkable.  Even with their first ever Drama CD in HEAVEN SKY they did pretty well with a top 5 peak even if it didn’t last the duration of the time on the chart. Surely Broccoli was done with the gambles right?  I mean they HAVE to lose the next one right? Well this brings us to a more present day event Last Year was the debut of a game called “Shining Live” which is a co-production with Broccoli and KLab and it did AMAZING in Japan with the game getting over 2 Million downloads since its launch in August of last year!  Put that in perspective:  If you got the numbers from the first 10 weeks on the three music games between VITA and PSP I don’t think they sold 1 Million TOTAL! But Japan was going to be a relatively easy market...how would they do IF the games made it outside of Japan (and this was something Broccoli has been against with restricting PVs for the games in the past)?  Well there would NEED to be at least an English version to find out On May 11 2017 (you can check that through the twitter creation date) there WAS an English twitter created for Shining Live but no posts on it were known about and all news would have to be translated by a fan account at the time.  It wasn’t until before the JP version came out (I believe it was during 7th Anniversary) that a Global version was announced.  No news on the date (because of the fact it was going to be in English and Chinese) but one had been announced...this was going to be the BIGGEST gamble that it takes! Well for a while there were crickets...no one knew anything about the development of the global version and all was silent THEN JANUARY 2018 CAME! It was around this time that the English Twitter started posting news and updates about the game with trailers and the like.  When they got closer to a suspected release date they started with the translated bios of the characters so that newcomers to the series could get to know the characters they would be seeing over the coming months in the game. Then January 24th a.k.a. ONE DAY AFTER CAMUS’ BIRTHDAY came and the game was launched in less than a 3 month period (maybe even less than that) the Global version broke 1 Million more downloads with the English version on Google Play having over 100K! Broccoli is that gambler that ,no matter what, will look at the situation and go “We’re doing this” Its interesting when you think about it because Broccoli took a franchise that is almost 10 years old unofficially (the Anniversary is always designated by the first game release) and gambled SO HARD with it that now the question that needs to be asked is this “If you knew you were gonna come up Trumps Broc...why did you make fans wait outside of Japan?” In many respects Broccoli has won every gamble with UtaPri they can make...there IS one left and its been proven in Japan they can win with them Will they make THE BET in the Western Market? I don’t see how they can lose at this point to be honest

[ruinedbygaysstylinson]

hi there! i'm still somewhat new to this fandom but i'm familiar with bg and everything so i'm just wondering why people believe that liam is also stunting with cheryl? is he believed to be gay as well and this relationship with her and his baby is just another cover up? like i understand why people believe louis isn't really a dad but i don't see as much regarding liam? can you try and explain this??

Hi Nonnie!

First of all, welcome to the fandom. It’s a mess, but it’s our mess lol

I’m gonna be honest, when I first got this ask I had no clue where to start explaining just how fake Chiam is, and I wish I had a textbook answer for you. The best way I can put it is that literally everything about it makes no sense logically. None of it. Prepare for a lot of rambling.

Not sure how into the fandom you are, but if you’ve heard of RBB/SBB, they foreshadowed Chiam on Liam’s bday in 2015 at a show, using toothpaste labeled “Colegate” which is a nod to her first marriage, and the original babygate which had been labeled a couple months earlier.

As far as timelines go, Sophiam ended late October 2015. Charcole actually got married for the second time in mid 2014, and while her and her husband seperated in late 2015, they both wore their wedding rings into 2016, despite the fact that later it was hinted that Chiam began at the XF final in 2015. Chiam was announced in the exact same way every other stunt is: via an exclusive to Dick Wattpad from the Sun. Baby rumors started a couple months later, nearly 2 full months before the date Charcole supposedly conceived. During this time, Chiam made a few public appearances, all staged red carpets or pap walks, and they were never spotted together by fans outside of these. Charcole had a baby bump months before she was pregnant, and baited the media by putting her hand over her stomach in multiple events. After she became “pregnant”, Liam basically moved to LA and lived there for her entire pregnancy. He began partying, worked on his album, and acted like a single guy for the duration with no care in the world for Charcole. What a normal thing for a dad-to-be to do. They never officially announced the pregnancy, she just turned up obviously pregnant in December 2016, and then posed for Loreal with a massive bump on a campaign released in February. Her bump changed in sizes and height throughout the pregnancy, but she went into hiding so it was difficult to actual tell what was going on, which was 100% the point. The birth was announced via a single photo of Liam with a baby, despite the fact that usually moms pose with their baby. To this day, we’ve never seen the baby’s face, and Charcole has yet to show off her pride and joy. Privacy is one thing, but this is another thing entirely. If it wasn’t for Liam babbling on, you’d have no clue she had a kid.

So what are my issues with Chiam? First of all, her association with Satan Cowbell. They are besties. Judges together on XF, and recently I found out that she’s also an executive producer. Chiam was used to promote XF in late October with probably the cringiest moment they’ve had yet. If you hate Satan because of what he did to Louis/Harry, you better be concerned that Liam “willingly” shacked up with one of his friends.

Secondly, timing. Liam was planning a solo career. It’s been his dream for over 10 years. Why on earth would he decide to settle down in the middle of trying to launch his solo career, just months after ended a long term relationship? Basically this stunt forced him to “choose” between his career and his kid, which is NOT something that a loving partner would put you through. Charcole was also married until late 2016. If she was so desperate for a baby, wouldn’t it make more sense to have it with your husband rather than a guy 10 years her junior in a completely different stage of life? She’s old but she still has time. Literally everything about this relationship was set up to fail. Also, what exactly do they have in common? They moved so quickly that Liam never had to talk about her/why they are even dating. To me, the only things they have in common are that they were both in a band (with very different experiences..) and they have a kid together. Nice.

Thirdly, Charcole’s presence in his promo. In 2014 she released an album that flopped pretty badly because she really can’t sing at all her. Her fame came from her very public relationship drama and her association with XF when it was at the height of it’s fame. Her career is pretty much over and she’s most likely desperate for anything to reverse this progression. What better way to find new fans than to try and tap into one of the largest fandoms out there? Of course, she didn’t take into account the fact that we aren’t 13 year old girls with no brains, and therefore aren’t going to blindly stan her like people did with Sofa and Elk in the past. She’s ridiculously problematic as a person (she punched a woman in the face for doing her job and got convicted for assault, admitted to attacking her ex husband, dodged taxes via a shady company that closed in 2014 right when she turned up suddenly married to JB. The list goes on and on), and from what I’ve seen her personality stinks, so why would we support her? For the most part, people either dislike her or just don’t care at all. Bummer. Liam’s promo was the only way for her to get positive news out there about herself without her doing all the talking. Unfortunately for her, Liam went overboard and now people hate her just as much, if not more, than they did before this stunt. Just to be clear: normal celebs don’t launch their careers by constantly telling stories about their kid, s/o and hyping up their accomplishments from 8 years ago.

Fourthly, body language. This is a big one. Liam’s eyes in the very first selfie of them scared me to death because he looked so upset and resigned. Literally screaming for help with his facial expression. All along, the lack of intimacy between Chiam is pretty hard to dispute. They are not comfortable together at all, and I know some media sites called them out for faking affection on red carpets when they are distant in private in May 2016. Liam was a lot better at faking it last year as well, because he’s nothing if not professional. At XF this year, it was literally painful to watch them interact, and I made a post about that when it happened. Basically, as a couple they don’t have the familiarity that they should have considering all they’ve squeezed into less than two years. Liam also doesn’t talk about her fondly at all. If you pay attention, a lot of his comments just about her are negative: she scolds him, nags him, rolls her eyes at him, dresses him (in hideous pants, someone burn those), makes all the decisions about the baby, critcizes his music, etc, but at least she was famous back when he was 15 eh? (Them meeting at 14/24 when she was married for years is just another nasty aspect. She was in a mentor role and I’m disgusted she was okay with this stunt. It’s so wrong on so many levels.) Overall she sounds pretty awful to me, and that’s just based off of the picture Liam is painting.

And finally, the saga of Conchobear. The difference between actual celebrities having babies (think Beyoncé), vs Charcole is hilarious. No one ever saw her stomach when pregnant, she hid for months before and after the birth, and low and behold she popped back up with a new face! That’s the second 1D mom to get extensive plastic surgery when she should be caring for an infant. I seriously doubt she actually was pregnant, but that’s not something I’ll go into here. Liam was out working on his career a month after the announcement, and has been travelling pretty consistently since. He’s missed multiple important holidays; for example, on Father’s Day he flew from the US to Italy for a fashion show, and then back to the US. On Conchobear’s 6 month bday, Liam went out and did interviews. Do you really think that if Liam was an actual dad, he wouldn’t make every effort and move mountains to spend as much time as possible with his firstborn son? It just doesn’t make sense with what we know about Liam’s personality. He’s responsible, and he wouldn’t put himself in this situation. What he says, what we are fed, what he does, and what we know about him as a person don’t line up at all. Liam sounds like an amazing involved dad with his tales, but he lacks a basis in basic human development; his stories are cute and so unrealistic. Thus, Liam hasn’t spent any significant time with a baby. The entire stunt has been setting up single mom!Charcole, but Liam’s team has made sure to prevent her from calling him a deadbeat via the stories. It’s hard to say he was never around when he’s gushing about the kid in every interview. He’s also gotten worse at lying recently, and I get the feeling he’s tired.

So yeah, basically every aspect of this relationship is messed up in one way or another, and I’m expecting to see Chiam end sooner rather than later. If they are both out working on material, they won’t be able to hold it together imo. There’s definitely stuff I’ve missed and if any of my mutuals/followers want to add to this feel free. This is just stuff I thought of off the top of my head.

For specific examples of some of what I’ve mentioned you can check out the Twitter thread I linked below. It has some great resources and that account in general is amazing at breaking down stunt events. I’m also gonna reblog a post comparing Chiam to Zigi (another dead fauxmance) and Hiddleswift that is pretty interesting for you to look over.

https://twitter.com/EndBabygates/status/856439540831195137

Enjoy your stay in the fandom Nonnie. If you have any specific questions or need recommendations for who to follow, shoot me a message!

[snowflakebyyou]

the past. (names have been changed)

I thought I would write up a little blurb of every boy or man in my life that has affected the way I date or look at love, in one way or another, big or small.  A virtual diary . Whether it be a random hook up or my only relationship. They’re in here if they made enough of a mark to stay with me.

First, we have Jack! My first childhood crush that lasted all through primary school. I was a little over obsessed with this boy, for years too, and everyone knew. In year 6 my best friend started ‘going out’ with him. Not that at the age of 11 it means anything but wow did I hate them BOTH! I swear from that, I held onto whatever anger it brought out in me. And through high school it was the biggest betrayal if my friend went after or got with the guy I liked or had been with. Now I know things change and so do people because I have been guilty of doing this to some friends. But something so little in my childhood affected me because I ignored it instead of dealt with the feelings it caused me to have. And from here my trust issues formed!!!! Love that for me.

My HS group had boys join in and we kind of became a family- that kissed, so inbred. I had Kai in my maths class, and John in my English. I’ll tell the John story in enough detail to understand but not all of it because I’ll write a novel. I’ll add Liam into the John story because they kind of overlap.

John.. We had English together and he was really good at it. I didn’t really ever look at him as more than a friend for a while. We had group gatherings and mutual friends but that was it. He was close with my friend Layla, and told her he liked me, and loved that I didn’t give a shit what anybody thought (which will be one of the reasons he ends up resenting me). I of course loved this information, but still feeling awkward didn’t really know what to do with it. We kind of had a few catch ups outside of school, we had a Valentines’ day together, where he bought me my favourite chocolate, lollies, a candle, a flower and drew me a picture of donkey from Shrek (at the time I had told him I loved donkey). An extremely thoughtful gesture and of course I didn’t know how to act- so I gave him an awkward hug and that was that. All this time Kai had a crush on me but I was unaware. Things with John never became anything really – I can’t really remember why but I think I felt too uncomfortable and didn’t understand my feelings, and I hurt him. Then Liam came along. Liam was a bit older than me, that I had always thought was a cutie. We started hanging out and I thought he had this ‘bad boy’ vibe to him, so I put the thought of John in the back of my mind, and moved on.

Liam was so sweet to me always; I loved his family and we got on really well. The problem was for me, was I was still young, and not ready for things that he needed me to be ready for. This caused a lot of problems for us while we were together.  Along with me just being a horrible bitch to him even though he tried his best to make me happy always. I deep down knew I wasn’t ready for the relationship that Liam was ready for, and the entire time I still had no closure on my feelings with John, it was a recipe for disaster. While I was still with Liam, we were at a party with all my friends- including John. My friend Talia and John got with each other and I got upset, which I shouldn’t have because I HAD A BOYFRIEND! Worst person ever I know. Anyway, because I was upset by it, the next day Liam broke down and was really emotional questioning me if I liked John, I got defensive and shut it down immediately, even though I knew the truth. i couldn’t explain it, but I replayed the night he kissed Talia, over and over and it just broke my heart, but why?. ANYWAY. Liam and I were officially together for about 4 months, unofficially about 6? I broke up with him in March 2015 (for timeline context). About 2 weeks later----- John and I were at a beach party and he said “ What would you do if I kissed you right now”, and I was like “lol I’d punch you” , and he said “you’d better get ya fist ready”, BUTTERFLIESSSS AM I RIGHT!? So yeah, we kissed and it was really cute and yeah. From then on, I went back to being confused about my feelings, I knew I liked him, and liked him a lot, but something was holding me back. I was a super insecure high school girl then and was unsure of everything. It was hard but it kind of went back and forth until things just stopped working and we ended up resenting each other. And after he left school it was just different. We got with each other here and there but that was it. Then the next year, as I love to be toxic. I convinced John to go for Talia again, I assured him I wouldn’t care and pretty much forced him, (this was at his house while we made each other dinner). We got to a friend’s party and let’s just say shit got fucked from there – he took Talia for a “walk” and they got together. I was so angry, I was upset, I cried and broke a light??? So of course, I knew Kai liked me, and I had a bit of a crush at this stage but nothing compared to how I felt for John, just an attraction lets say. Anyway, we went ‘looking for them’, and ended up getting with each other, and I know I did it to get at John, and from then on, we almost became rivals. I hated him and Talia together, but they just kept at it, as they were more than entitled to do, I just didn’t like it. John did check in with me but I always said I didn’t care, then I’d cry myself to sleep. It was so toxic and hard and just way too much.

For context they got with each other in May 2016. Then came formal. Talia asked John – NOW back when we used to talk, John and I said, if we’re both single for year 12 formal, that he will be my date. So that was uncomfortable for me and I felt SO shit about it, that I asked a random friend from another school, Blake, so I wouldn’t have to go alone. I hated seeing them together, because I so badly wanted to be with him.... even better I knew we had a trip planned at the end of the year together.

LETS SKIP TO THIS TRIP BEING THE WORST TIME OF MY LIFE and I’ll only tell the bit that matters, and it’s that Talia lost her virginity to John just before schoolies, yet NO ONE told me, so we all stayed in the same villa and everyone knew but me- UNTIL WE PLAYED NEVER HAVE I EVER so I found out in front of every one of our friend’s at schoolies and I KICKED OFF. like I literally felt every ounce of my body go numb, my heart SHATTEREDDDDD.I cried and yelled I was so hurt and I couldn’t understand how I felt I was fucked. It was like the air around me got thin and my chest was caving in. I felt this horrible burning feeling in my stomach and I honestly just wanted to die. I don’t think I’ve felt like that since, and honestly I just wanted to bury myself in the sand. The next day I made up with Talia for the sake of the trip but afterwards it took me years to forgive her, and even to this day I find it hard to be friends with her. John asked how I felt about it, about HIM AND HER HAVING SEX?! Like yeah dude I’m so stoked about it well done!!? Dumbass.

So that’s the John and Liam story, John and I had a history and we now don’t know each other, Liam and I are actually good friends still and I’m close with his sisters. That shit fucked me up so bad sometimes I think about it and am so proud that I got over that part of my life because that was harddddd. I learnt that my actions affect more than just me, I learnt to be alone isn’t the worst thing. I learnt how hard relationships are when you’re not 100% in it. I learnt I need to consider other people’s feelings as well as my own, and to be open about them. Its 2020 now and I’ve only just scratched the surface of understanding how to communicate my feelings properly. But it started here. I really learnt what it felt like to be heartbroken and to feel like I’ll never get over something. And I know now that I can.

NOW Kai- touched base in the John paragraph about Kai so let’s just say we hooked up a few times, and he’s definitely on my Top 3 best kisses, the French know how to kiss. But it was toxic the next couple years after we left school it was a random hook-up and he got a bit full of himself so I didn’t like who he became and he hated me too, he was such a honey in school. SO that’s Kai, not gonna lie would def still get with him but not fussed if not. I just learnt not to trust someone will always be who you first met and that’s ok.

Mali! A friend from mid high school who I got with during all my messes. Then we continued to get with each other for a few years. TOXIC Was the best word for us. We both liked each other (I think) but always seemed me more than him. It went back and forth for years, sometimes we wouldn’t talk for months then get back to getting with each other again. The last time we got with each other, we hadn’t talked for at least 6 months! I was out with Lilli and he saw me and I think I ignored him; so, he came up to talk and it ended with me choking up about to cry so he suggested we leave the club and talk outside. From there we basically fought for two hours straight in the middle of Manly corso with Lilli and his friend standing there watching. We went back and forth and he told me he had missed me since we hadn’t talked, which I thought wtf random for him to say. ANYWAY, stupid Aria, he ended up back at mine, and we got with each other, cuddled for a bit then he went home. It was really nice tbh and my favourite thing about Mali was that I was comfortable with him and I knew he wouldn’t take advantage of me. The next day when he texted me, it ended the same way it always did, he didn’t want anything more and I couldn’t handle it. I especially couldn’t handle rejection because I thought we’d always like each other. So that was another fight which then eventually turned into a huge break and decided it was way better to be friends. And now we are so all is chill. From him I learnt a lot about myself, a lot about my trust issues. I learnt that I can be comfortable around a guy and that someone else will eventually be that for me, in a better and more loving way, I just have to be patient.

Now, Taj. I’m missing some people along the way but as I said I’m going through people who affected me enough for my memory to hold onto them. So, Taj is a friend of a friend. And to start with I didn’t look at him twice, thought he was a typical rich kid with too much money and I didn’t really give a shit about him. We got with each other at this party and I don’t even know why because I wasn’t into him at all, but the guy I wanted to get with wasn’t interested and Taj was so drunk he seemed desperate so it was easy. WORST MISTAKE EVER. From then he messaged me and I slowly fell into the TAJ trap. He made it seem he was interested in hanging out and even asked me on multiple occasions to catch up with him- yet he never followed through. And because I was super trusting when it came to toxic boys, I went all in. I thought he really liked me and I fell damn hard. Because we were getting with each other at pretty much every party we saw each other at. I did actually ask him to year 12 formal and he declined hence why I asked Blake.  So anyway, there was one night at a friend’s place, cut a long story short- he asked me out and I just kept saying you don’t mean it and never really said yes. He announced it to the party and promised my sister he wouldn’t hurt me. But that’s exactly what he did. The next day he called me and basically took back everything, including the part where he liked me and asking me out. The pain I felt in this moment was similar to when I found out about John and Talia. I really felt sick and I cried myself to sleep for weeks. My friend came and picked me up that day and took me out, and kept me busy, thank god for her. I felt so stupid and let down. It took me years, and I mean YEARS to get over him. And I always found it hard to see him out and he was always around. Until eventually I just accepted it and I started to work on myself and things were good. He’s had girlfriends since it all and we became friends, because I realised my worth. I genuinely felt sad for the kid when he got dumped, and it was after that I realised I was good, and it was such a perfect moment. End of the day, I’ll always have a soft spot for him and I like to think he felt the same, I can’t speak on anyone else’s behalf.  I learnt actions speak louder than words. I learnt that I am too good to be dismissed and that I deserve more than empty words and games. I learnt no matter if someone is your friend, if they haven’t healed from their damage, it will always come out and if I get to close, then regardless I get hurt, because no person changes if they can’t see the problems they need to fix.

Trouble (Taylor). This is a dude I met on a holiday ages ago. I guess we flirted a bit but he was 11 years older than me and I was like ahh better not. He gave me and Lilli the nickname “Trouble”, and it kind of stuck. Anyway, like a month after the holiday I literally saw him in a club and we started  talking for a bit, and he goes” I just don’t know what to do with you”, so of course I fuckiin kissed him, and fuck me dead, best kiss ever. Like dayum it was so hot and steamy like I couldn’t deal. We talked for AGES after that, we always missed each other when we were out, and then I got this super weird vibe that he wasn’t single, and every time I asked, he avoided the question or made a joke about it. Eventually we just stopped talking but it was a wild time and he was the oldest guy I’ve ever got with. I’d say he affected the way I look at relationships because I’m convinced, he was in one, and it made me a bit weary of men and shattered my trust a bit more. I did message the girl I thought was the girlfriend, whether it was or not I don’t know, I never heard back.

Blake! good looking  friend turned formal date! He was also the boy I lost my virginity to in Bali, he was really nice about it, and took his time and besides the dingey hotel, I got pretty lucky with my first time. It hurt like HELL but he was understanding and made sure I was ok and it was good. We talked a bit afterward but not long after he got a girlfriend and I haven’t seen or heard from him since. It is what it is and I don’t regret it. This affected me with sex because I always think who I sleep with is going to leave. I felt used after sleeping with the two next people and I felt disgusting after both. I’m learning now to only give myself to people I feel deserve it and who care about me, and have no shame in saying that I only want to sleep with men who mean something to me.

We also have Beau, my friend’s brother who. Doesn’t get a huge say, it was fun while it lasted but he was too addicted to the party lifestyle for me to ever be exclusive or serious or anything with him. Although I do hate that he has a girlfriend now that he changed his lifestyle for, which I never wanted I just wanted him to stop with the drugs; so it’s hard seeing someone you liked do what you wanted for someone else; just proves it was definitely not meant to be anything. I learnt from him that if someone wants to be with you, and wants to evolve with you, they will. It’s just whether or not they want to grow for your relationship.

I have slept with two other boys in my past who won’t be named because they are the 2 things, I regret most in my life and shut out that part of it. But I’m writing this bit about them because I have grown to respect my body more and it makes me think better about men and sex. They are both mere blobs of a person and I’m glad I never have to see them again.

Anyway, yuck to those two.

I met a guy called Jeremy who is like 7 years older than me. We kissed the night we met, then went on a date. I read into it wrong and got really upset. Although in a turn of events we actually became great friends. I still was shitty that it didn’t work out because I wanted to sleep with him. He’s like a men’s mental health coach but also super into his sexuality so I was ALWAYS intrigued. Now I could never think of that but at the time I was still learning a lot. I learnt a lot from him about the way you speak to people, and to myself, he even started me on my self-love journey so it was definitely the universe who brought us together, even though it was just as friends in the end, I’m more than happy with that!!! As I said I learnt about self-love, being ok with being alone and understanding my body and sexuality, and learnt that its ok to not have all the answers all the time.

For now, that’s all the dudes in my life that have affected me in one way or another. Good mostly but for the better yes. I’ve grown in such a way over the last year, and I’m so happy I have started to put more thought in how I act and speak and treat people. Life’s too short to hate yourself and others. So now I’m kinder to myself and other people, and try harder to understand their perspective and respect their choices.

L xox