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thejakeslayla · 1 year ago

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╰─▸❝ how falling in love with sunghoon felt like ❞

pairing sunghoon x gn! reader ୨୧ genre fluff, a lil bit of angst ୨୧ warnings profanity, sunghoon being stupid, hurting reader, sunghoon being jealous ୨୧ wc: 2k

before he first saw you enter the dorm an hour before their movie night, he didn’t believe in love at first sight. he only dreamed about something like this, but honestly, it wasn’t his cup of tea.

he just thought you were attractive; he didn’t see you as a potential lover or date.

during your first interactions, he was cold, even mean? you were just confused about why and what you did to him.

but honestly, it was just him denying that he might be falling for you.

after a couple more meetings with you and other guys, he finally realised that maybe you’re not that bad. after all, his friends trust you, and they like you.

but it didn’t change the fact that he kept his distance; he was nicer but still cold towards you.

one night, he just straight up came up to jungwon and started asking questions about you. after all, jungwon was the closest one to you. he asked, when’s your birthday? what’s your favourite colour? if you have any pets, what are their names? what are your hobbies? what’s your job? he literally bombarded jungwon with questions.

the next meeting was different; it seemed like sunghoon was finally friendly towards you. since then, you have grown closer to him, with him finally opening up to you.

but sunghoon was all pull and push, as you guys had the most emotional and deep conversation one night, talking about your childhood, future, how hard this year was, and everything that was on your hearts.

the next day, sunghoon didn’t answer any of your texts, and you wondered if you said something wrong. after sending more than twenty messages, he just replied, "i need time, leave me alone."

and back then, you didn’t understand.

but now you know that sunghoon was just scared. the thought of opening his heart to someone absolutely terrifies him, and when he realised that talking to you about his worries lifted a lot of weight from his shoulders, how good you are at giving advice, and just how comfortable he was at the moment, he just panicked. he didn’t want you to hurt him, so he distanced himself, not knowing if it was safe to leave his safe space.

it took him a few days to talk to you again, and he changed again. he felt uncomfortable near you; he was quiet again, and it hurt you so much.

he decided to kind of "friend zone" you?? maybe he realised that it would be better to keep you in his life as a friend only.

what he didn’t realise was that it made him fall in love even more. seeing how heeseung made you laugh, how cuddly you were with sunoo and jungwon, how cute you looked when niki teased you, how you helped jay in the kitchen and talked with him about music, and how comfortable you were next to jake.

he kept asking himself why you wouldn’t be with him like that, but he knew the answer: it was because he didn’t allow you to.

at this point, everyone knew that sunghoon was in love with you. you were the only one who didn’t know. you even kept asking yourself, "does he really hate me that much?"

after the rest of enha was sick and tired of you two being complete idiots, they arranged a "date" for you.

"yeah, me and niki are practicing tonight; we can’t." jake said, wrapping his arm around niki’s shoulders. jungwon had to lightly hit niki when he protested; the kid was clearly so clueless.

"i have a photoshoot with sunoo, jay has to record a cover." jungwon kept explaining

"and i simply don’t want to watch movies with y’all" suddenly heeseung spoke and you just stood there, almost flabbergasted.

sunghoon didn’t speak; he just nodded his head.

the movie night was SO awkward. usually you just chatted with jake or messed around with niki, but now you just quietly sat on the couch, watching how sunghoon scrolled through netflix.

you both decided to just watch something random, and as sunghoon clicked the button that showed a random movie, you both sighed, seeing as some horror movie popped up.

sunghoon and you were both scary cats; the movie ended up with you hugging each other for dear life. both of you screamed multiple times, and once sunghoon even spilled his drink on you.

"wait, wait. i’m so sorry, y/n. let me wipe that for you," and he rushed to grab the paper towels. he quickly tried to make the stain disappear.

"sunghoon~" you whined, "i have to go back home in this."

and as you finished, sunghoon disappeared, running to his room. he grabbed the prettiest and nicest shirt he had and came back to you.

"here, wear this. i’m so sorry about your shirt. you can go change and leave this shirt here. i’ll wash it and give it back to you."

you accepted the shirt and stood up, leaving to change in the bathroom. sunghoon's shirt was big, but not too big. it looked like one of your oversized t-shirts.

when you came back, he couldn’t stop staring, just admiring how nice you looked in his clothes. you raised your eyebrow at him as he kept looking. tilting your head in confusion was enough for him to panic.

"you look good!" he spoke, awkward laughter leaving his mouth right after "i mean! the shirt looks nice on you."

you smiled, looking at the blush appearing on his ears and cheeks. you said a quiet thank you and went back to the movie.

the next one wasn’t so awkward; sunghoon kept commenting on the plot, characters, and basically everything that was happening.

you laughed at his jokes, making his heart beat faster.

during the third movie, sunghoon became flirty towards you??? you were so confused when he suddenly moved his arm and wrapped it around you, his hand now resting on your shoulder.

you looked at him, and he just smiled, "what? what’s wrong with hugging your best friend?"

after that, sunghoon became distant, and you were confused again, but somehow you understood, maybe even got used to it. few days later, enha had to leave for the tour, and that saved sunghoon’s life.

he thought a lot, always zoning out and thinking about you. he "interviews" jungwon again after realising, as well as jake and jay and even niki. everyone was happy to hear that he finally realised his feelings towards you; only niki was confused.

sunghoon and niki shared a room in the hotel, and when niki suddenly spoke, when sunghoon was lying on his bed.

"why are you so sad, hyung?"

"y/n."

"huh? what’s wrong with them?"

"honestly? nothing. it pisses me off; they are so perfect. like, did you know their favourite band is the same as mine? they like the same colours, and when i asked them if they wanted to be pirate or mermaid they answered with what i wanted to hear. they were also interested in ice skating, and it's just so frustrating, i cant help but be in love with them- wait- oh my god. im in love with y/n"

silence filled the room, as niki just stared at sunghoon, who was also staring at the wall at the moment, his thoughts being a complete mess as he zooned out again, pure shock on his face.

"you’re so weird, hyung"

after coming back from the tour, sunghoon was so nervous to see you again. jealousy pierced through his heart when he saw you hugging everyone and telling them how much you missed them.

he becomes distant again, but this time for a different reason: he wants to be open with you; he plans how to confess to you.

few days later, he sits in his family house, preparing dinner with his mom, while his sister is in the living room, doing something on her phone.

"i just don’t know, mom, he whines to his parent, cutting the carrots.

"like, i realised, it took me a while, and i feel like i took way too long. i like them, mom. i like them so much, my heart literally hurts whenever i see them with heeseung or jungwon."

he didn't notice his sister coming to the kitchen to grab something to drink.

"hoonie, if they're the one, just tell them. tell them you like them; they probably like you too."

sunghoon’s sister's eyes widen.

"sunghoon likes someone?"

and then he explained everything to her younger sister, not expecting her to scold him.

"YOU FUCKING DUMBASS, STOP PLAYING WITH THEM!!!! GET YOUR SHIT STRAIGHT!!!! ASK THEM OUT!!!!"

"park yeji! no cursing in this house!" their mom scolded her.

but it was like a wake-up call for sunghoon.

after coming back to the dorms, he lays down on his bed and puts his headphones on, literally blasting antiromantic by txt, thinking of a way to tell you about his feelings.

It's essential to mention that he really looped this song for days; even his own members started to hate it as they almost 24/7 heard it from his room.

he finally grabs his phone and texts the group chat with you:

"movie night tomorrow?"

as everyone agrees, he just waits for your answer.

when you also agreed, he almost jumps out of bed in happiness.

now standing in front of the mirror, sunghoon talks to himself.

"y/n listen. im in love with you." he repeats in different tones at different volumes, and heeseung just laughs at him, secretly recording him.

when you finally arrive, sunghoon yet again feels this awful feeling of jealousy. during the second movie, everyone takes a break. some of them going to the bathroom, some refilling the drinks, some just disappearing, knowing about sunghoon plans.

he nervously sits next to you, worrying about what to say, but you’re so clueless, just munching on the chips, your fingers covered in the chip dust. you were now licking them as you heard sunghoon clearing his throat.

"y/n" you hear, and you look at him, sunghoon panicking as you lock your eyes with his.

"i’m in love with you."

you choked, desperately trying to open the water bottle. after taking two big sips, your breath got unstable. now looking at sunghoon, who just looked terrified. you both didn’t know what to say.

jungwon and jay nervously and secretly looked from the kitchen as niki, jake and sunoo stood in the hallway, listening to your conversation. niki held jake’s hand for dear life, probably feeling more nervous than sunghoon.

"you what?" they finally heard your voice, jake quietly gasping. "you’re- you’re in love with me?"

"well, i didnt meant to just say it like that, but yeah."

another long silence had niki almost passing out.

"sunghoon, i thought you hated me."

this time jungwon gasped, maybe a little bit too loud, but you both were too focused on your conversation to notice.

"me? hate you? y/n i literally adore everything about you. you’re the definition of my type."

you were so shocked, so confused, but at the same time so happy.

"please, let me prove it for you, y/n. let me take you out for a date."

you smiled at him, agreeing.

"YES!" you heard niki screaming in the hallway.

you looked at sunghoon and you both burst out laughing.

after you guys confirmed to enhypen that you were dating, heeseung finally showed you the video of sunghoon talking to himself in the mirror. jungwon told you about the "interviews", jay with jake told you about him looping antiromantic and other songs about heartbreak, sunoo told you how sunghoon always asked him if he looked good and if you would like his outfit, and niki literally thanked you on his knees that you agreed to date him, saying that finally he doesn’t have to hear sunghoon whining about how you would never like him back.

#thejakeslayla #enhypen drabbles #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enha x reader #enhypen x you #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x you #sunghoon x y/n #sunghoon drabbles #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon angst

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aangelkeii · 1 month ago

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❝𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀❞ | 1000 Blunts - $uicideboy$ ❦

Kinktober Day 1: Shotgunning (k.tober 2024)

A/N: shorter one to start of the scary season ;) not locking in like i should be. PUHLEASE let me know if you enjoy this or not cuz i'll lose my mind. thank you to my betas for readin' this fo me.

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wc: 1.9k (feels so much longer to me good god) | warnings: Shotgunning (blowing smoke into another person's mouth), fem! Reader (sorry), lil bit o’ frottage, Aki likes to make noises n swears, lowkey might be dub-con? He says he doesn’t want to smoke, and he doesn’t technically do it, but I’ll put it in anyway ( plus he isn’t opposed to the idea), pwp, p-in-v, no protection (wrap it before you tap it)

“I’m not smoking with you.” Aki’s voice was stern and unbothered, not even sparing you a second glance with your seemingly stupid question. He’s an addict, unable to go twenty minutes without a cigarette to calm him down, but he’s so against a bit of weed? Really, how boring can he get?

“C’mon, Aki,” you sat down at the foot of his bed, watching him button up his dress shirt, watching the way his fingers expertly push the buttons through the slots. Yummy. “It’s nothing bad. You smoke anyway, what’s the big deal?” “I smoke cigarettes, not marijuana- big difference. One is legal, the other is not, and I can’t work when under the influence of a hallucinogen." He straightened the collar of his shirt and put his tie around his neck, flattening the collar down and adjusting the tie. He watched in the mirror, ignoring the way that you watched as well. You huffed and played with the tin in your hand, hiding away the new batch you had gotten. You didn’t want to try it out yourself, and you didn’t have anyone else to ask, so you settled on your best friend. “It’s just a bit of weed. One hit, that’s all, then you’ll be free to go.” He folded and pulled the tie, not a single break in his routine that he’s had for so many years. You couldn’t even tie your shoelaces without them ending up sideways and uneven. He was always so professional, never giving himself time to just relax every once in a while, and you just want this one time together. “What if I just blew it into your mouth?” He caught your eyes in the mirror, looking at you as though you were some kind of devil.

“What’s the point in that?” “You’d still feel the effects of it, but it won’t be like directly inhaling it, y’know?” You stood from his bed and walked up behind him, peeking over his shoulder at him in the mirror. “It’ll go away quicker, too, because you’re not actually smoking it.” It was still early, and Aki had about an hour until he was supposed to start work, though he isn’t expected to be in for another 20 minutes. If he said yes and let you do it, he would be sober by the time his shift starts. Is there really any harm in that? Besides, he should take this opportunity. A chance to relax before work? That sounds like a dream. He sighs and shuts his eyes, adjusting the tail of his tie, pressing the knot close to his neck. “How quickly does it wear off?”

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The two of you sat side-by-side on the foot of his bed, watching the sparks from your lighter create a flame and light the joint. You held it between your lips and fingers, just like how he’d hold his cigarettes, and when the fire caught you inhaled the rolled plant into your lungs. Your eyes closed as the smoke invaded your lungs. An immediate feeling washed over you, the weed working quicker than it usually does. Aki watched your lashes flutter against the apples of your cheeks. He didn’t look away when your lids opened, catching your eyes, your pupils dilated and swallowing the colour of your irises. You offered the joint to him which he took with a cautious hand, holding it like he would a cigarette, but he can’t bring himself to put it to his lips. “You don’t have to try it if you don’t want,” your words sort of connected, your hand still propped up after he took it from you. Smoke poured from your lips and hung in the air. You never want to make him uncomfortable. “I was jus’ teasing you.” Aki shook his head. He wasn’t nervous per se, but he’s never smoked weed before. You could see the look in his eyes, the uncertainty visible in the deep blue pools. Your still hovering hand gently took the joint from his fingers with no protest from him.

You moved onto your knees beside him, putting the joint between your lips again with a deep inhale. You held the smoke in your lungs and held the joint away from the two of you, your free hand reaching up to his jaw with a gentle grip. His lips fall open at the gentle pressure of your fingers against his skin, following as you lean forward and exhale, and he sucks in a sharp breath from just how close you had gotten. The smoke invaded his nose and mouth, ignoring the bitter taste of it on the back of his tongue. He holds it in his lungs just like you did, and he understands why you were so sluggish after taking only one hit.

This stuff is strong. Even when he breathes out and the smoke swirls around the two of you, it still feels like his lungs are filled with it. The sun creeps over the buildings, tiny slivers shining upon the two of you, and Aki can’t help but look at you in awe. You looked good, the way your lips upturned at the look on his face made his chest swell, clenching his hands. There was very little space between the both of you, he didn’t notice how you had shuffled closer til your knee hit against his thigh. He wanted more. More weed or more you? No clue. His hand moved, lazily reaching up to your hand. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and guided the joint back to your lips, silently asking for more. He stared as your lips wrapped around it and your cheeks hollowed as you breathed in. The way you were looking at him drove him crazy, eyes half-lidded, looking at him with some kind of warmth and hunger. When you pulled the joint away from your lips, his hand still holding your wrist, you leaned close again and exhaled into his mouth. He knew what to do now as he inhaled your smoke.

You didn’t move away this time, lips still parted close to his. Time stood still as he held the smoke and stared into your eyes, but something flipped in the both of you when he finally exhaled. You surged forward and wasted no time with licking into his mouth, your hand on his jaw moving to run through his hair, gripping onto the messy black to keep him pressed as close to you as possible. He groaned into the kiss and gripped your hips in his hands. He tugged you closer to him until your knee settled between his legs, your thigh grinding against his crotch. A guttural moan is suppressed against your lips and he shifts his hips closer to your leg until his slowly growing hard-on aches in his dress pants.

“F-fuck,” he stutters when he feels the warmth of your clothed pussy against his thigh, your hips lazily swirling with the friction of your shorts. Something about the languid strokes of your tongue against his, warm breath wafting over his lips and the distinct taste of weed on your tongue makes Aki’s head dizzy, but he can’t help but move his hands onto your waist to keep you going. He should stop. This is a first for you both, you’ve never had sex with each other, you guys are friends. Why does it feel so good?

At some point, the blunt burns out and the ash drops to the floor, giving you the chance to drop it completely and grip his face with both hands. That didn’t last long until you began to desperately pull at his belt and zipper, tugging his pants down to his thighs and exposing his dick straining against the fabric of his boxers. Aki’s convinced that the slightest touch will make him come right there and then, but his mind is just so muffled by the weed that he doesn’t even care about that. Why should he? Just touching you makes his nerves feel like they’re on fire.

He watches as you tug at your shorts, dragging them down your hips and thighs until they’re finally on the floor. He wastes no time in grabbing your hips and pulling you onto him once again, your fingers tugging at the waistband of his boxers just enough for his cock, and in the blink of an eye you’re sinking down onto him with no preparation. It’s not like you needed to prep anyway, because the way you just slid onto him was pure sin. You were so wet. Fuck, that weed must be some kind of aphrodisiac or something.

“Oh, god,” Aki’s head is swimming with pure need, fingers clenching hard into the skin of your naked hips, assisting you when you rise onto your knees and drop back down on him. Your mouth falls open and a breathy moan leaves your lips. He looks between your face and his lap, just watching each time your thighs tense with exertion with every raise. “This is– you feel so good.”

“Mhm?” Your voice sweet as saccharine while you look down at him, hands pressed firmly into his shoulders while you adjust to his cock inside you. Your mind is muffled, the sound of life outside the apartment is nothing but a blur in your head when the sun glows on the side of his face. His eyes glitter as they look up at you. The force of your thighs meeting the top of his is enough to move the mattress underneath the two of you, bodies warming as your pace quickens and your hips grind forwards with each drop down. His cockhead pushes against your g-spot and your fingers grip his shoulders tightly, your head falling forward to touch your forehead to his. You’re so sensitive. Your arms instead wrap around his neck. His lips are so close to yours that he can taste the sweetness of the weed on your lips if he just tilted his head up the slightest inch.

Lips brush together and his tongue darts out, licking against your palate, teeth clicking in a messy kiss of nothing but tongue and saliva. The weed makes his blood thrum through his veins, he can feel his body growing hot and tense. His hands force your hips up and down faster on his cock, grip so tight that his blunt nails still make tiny indents in your skin.

“Fuck, fuck, please,” he’s pleading, begging for the release building inside of him. His whole body feels jittery, warm and restless that makes it difficult for him to keep a clear head. “Come for me, come, please.”

You give him a wordless nod and tense your spine, slamming yourself harder on top of his thighs until that building pleasure shoots up your back. Your mouth hangs open in a silent moan, breathing stopped. Your lack of breathing allows you to hear the borderline whine that leaves Aki’s throat when he finally comes. He’s muttering your name in between hiccups.

The weed might work fast, but it doesn’t stay in your system for long, and as the tingling between your legs starts to dull an overwhelming urge to sleep blankets over you both. Aki’s back meets the bed and his arms circle around your waist, keeping you pressed against his chest with your head tucked into his neck. He’s still pressed inside you, his plans for today long forgotten when the warm sun shines fully over your sweaty bodies.

People wondered where he could possibly be when he didn’t show up for work as early as usual, and they wondered even more what had happened for him to not show up at all. You expected the conversation afterwards to be more awkward than it was, but after a much needed talk about your relationship moving forward, Aki made a vow to never smoke weed with you again.

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#aki hayakawa #aki x reader #aki csm #csm smut #smut writing #smut #x reader #fem reader #reader insert #18+ mdni #minors do not interact #not safe for minors #fanfic

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lizzy019 · 3 months ago

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i feel bad about requesting something but like i just need this so bad 😭 ik you did this with johnny but i need it w/ darry

Like imagine darry helping you out when your ovulating and super needy. like…

you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to

btw i luv ur work lol

~~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~~🌿~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~~~

Maybe it was too obvious, how desperate you were while poor Darry was asleep.

It was your ovulating week, and it seemed to slip Darry's mind as he slept so peacefully next to you. His dulcet snoring and un-greased hair, his movements that showed just how comfy he was... your hand drifted to find your aching core.

Call it stupid, but you were simply getting off to the sound and sight of the sleeping Darry beside you, your own sounds mingling and intertwining with his snoring as well as his heavy breathing.

Your hand rubbed small circles at your clothed clit, causing a puddle to darken the colour of your panties while you sighed in contentment. Darry always looked so handsome when he was relaxed, when he was calm and comfortable.

You found a rhythm that had been able to aid you in working yourself to a climax your body craved, watching as Darry dreamed happily. You felt odd for doing it, so you simply peeped your head under the blanket to eye his clothed cock laying peacefully in his boxer briefs.

It was weird, but you'd use it to feed your craving for him.

Darry was becoming more aware the more you wiggled around, until soon enough when his eyes fluttered open, there you were. Curled up under the sheets and desperately touching yourself to the sight of his clothed cock.

While at first, he wanted to slap your hand away from your cunt and force you to sleep, another part of him was urging him to properly take care of you like the good girl you were. You never begged, why wouldn't he be mindful and help?

"Sweetie?" He grumbled, rubbing his eye and watching you jolt upright at his voice.

Your head poked out of the blanket, cheeks hot in embarrassment as he seemed to have caught you. He laughed when you froze, his hand moving from his face to your cheekbone and caressing it softly.

"You coulda asked me, I'm here for a reason, sweetie." Darry's dulcet, deep tone had you swooning more than you thought was possible.

Your lips pulled into a smile, and you playfully pushed him before he could say anything.

However, your little retort didn't stop him. Soon enough, he used his arm to prop you just a bit off of the mattress before his rough but gentle hand dragged down your stomach to find your wee cunny.

You were nervous, sure, but your body betrayed you as your hips tried to hump into his hand, a soft gasp escaping you once his cool hand hit your warm and soaked core.

"Yeah.. yeah, please? Please, can you help me, Dare?" You whimpered almost pathetically, your hand coming to grasp at his shoulder holding you straighter.

Darry was quick to succumb, his fingers pressing into your pretty core as he moved them just right to hit that sweet, gooey spot inside of you to really get you going.

It didn't take long for you to feel yourself growing more on edge, especially more-so now because it was Darry who had his fingers inside of you, mindlessly prodding at all the right spots.

The cord in your stomach grew tight, almost painful as you gripped his shoulder hard. It made him wince, but he didn't dare stop. It was extremely sexy watching you come undone with just his fingers.

"Oh Darry... Darry, just a lil' more! So close, 'm so close, fuck!" You whimpered out as quietly as you could, fear making your voice soften in case someone heard you and woke up.

Darry took this as his hint to speed up his hand's movement, and you moved your free hand to slap your mouth quiet as you found yourself teetering on the edge of sheer passionate pleasure.

Soon enough, one more perfect thrust of his fingers to your gooey center was all it took to swoop you away to heaven on Earth, a moan trying to squirm free until you collected yourself properly to hold it in.

You were heaving, taking big breaths in and puffing them out to regain some control before Darry took your limpish body into his grasp and hugging you tightly so you could sleep faster.

Of course you did, you just had a mind blowing orgasm with the help of the oh-so-hot Darrel Curtis.

You were out like a light, happily snoozing away.

#elizabethposts #the outsiders smut

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findmeinthefallair · 1 year ago

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I hadn't spotted these a year ago:

Oh my god, guys???!!! Parallels:

2. These are the same face - the Depression Face.

It tugs at my heart like nothing else, because...

3. Oooh never paid attention to this:

4. These lil' guys were moving and animated while sleeping here, aww:

5. The screenshot below, to me, is foreshadowing that Hunter may have expressed his wish to study at Hexside...but once that wish is actually granted, he too is gonna be depressed - at school, specifically - for months, and frustrated that he simply cannot be enthusiastic about classes the way he initially hoped. He'll push and push himself and judge himself for why he "can't even" enjoy lessons he's supposed to be excited about:

6. Do you think they took Hunter to the zoo's bird hall, before he carved Waffles (I personally view it as a good element of exposure therapy)? :

7. People usually put the S1 screenshot of Luz drawing light glyphs, next to the one with Flapjack fading away...but I saw this too:

It makes me wanna chew extra recycled cardboard about Luz and Flapjack parallels, specifically. Because of what they both offered to the world, if you think about it:

8. If Camila went through an outfit change like this in her nightmare:

Imagine the mayhem of Hunter's many nightmares with his many outfits :S

9. A really good reference for how Hunter healed pre-timeskip, is this sequence, where the order has been altered a bit below:

(who knows, maybe Willow recorded a lot of vids of him on her scroll T___T)

10. Wow this sums up the show doesn't it:

11. Ugh you can't tell me that...they wouldn't have had a similar-ish mirror scene with Waffles and older Hunter to these, if we had a full S3 or more seasons:

Him approaching a mirror with no palisman beside him...I can't imagine how that was in those horrible months. (Maybe he does this before heading out to conduct a Palisman Adoption Day)

12. I feel really happy, confidently believing that he unlearned this body language:

in the presence of adults, especially his new parental figures. Coercive control wasn't a dominating theme in his life anymore. And while we didn't see it onscreen, he would've found the space to even initiate connection via physical touch with his parents, like what Luz naturally does here:

I say "physical touch" specifically, because to quote @idlescree's amazing video analyses, Hunter's own physical body - not just his mind - was the ultimate and most intimate battleground for Belos to exert control, by possessing Hunter and using him as a puppet in the most direct way possible. So for Hunter to get physically close to family to express love after Flapjack's death, in spite of terrible spooky thoughts that he might still gravely injure others...that isn't a small feat at all.

13. I think his casual sweater is a plain gold colour, and his cosplay outfit has its yellow colour: because he's still influenced by Belos.

The black of the wolf tee and in the cosplay, feel to me like foreshadowing of his post-possession grief. Even after Flapjack is gone, Hunter still thinks about Belos and is still walking around in the same cosplay outfit. His newfound freedom and healing is reflected in his timeskip design (calm midtones of orange and blue): when Belos has no more hold on him via a painful history. We would see a progression from the predominant darkness of the black colour to those peaceful midtones on his clothing.

14. Best one saved for last! It's a headcanon, but I draw a few connections. @childlikegoblinqueen and I were talking about him likely returning to the place where poor Flapjack was slain, even if it takes a number of years before he can do so. Waffles will be with him.

Imagine...instead of running frantically in the night:

he calmly strolls during a beautiful Halloween evening, with autumn leaves blowing in the wind once again:

There are no horrors awaiting him, and very importantly, he can believe that.

And he visits the spot at the lake, and puts his hand to his chest:

but for once, he can smile while doing that specific gesture. All the times that he has put a hand to his heart in the show, he wasn't smiling (link). He then leaves and then returns to his family (walking in the opposite direction of the portal above) to have an actually joyful Halloween celebration.

#for flapjack #Thanks to Them anniversary #the owl house #thanks to them

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And I'm petrified of being alone, now |

Part Six

Matty Healy x reader

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way?

Authors Note: AHHH I am honest to god obsessed with this part, been excited for it since the idea came to mind and I also love surprises so, take that as you will... Hope you enjoy! Thank you sm for all the love on this series too, means a whole lot!!

Warnings: again lil bit of self-consciousness, mentions of scarring, heights!

Masterlist

"Mind if I join you?"

I swivelled around on my heel to peer over my shoulder at the sound of the unexpected oncommer.

It was a surprise to find Healy there. Striding across the expanse of roof with an effortless elegance, as though he knew how much he was worth, like he didn’t care who was watching. I sort of envied that.

I opted for feigning nonchalance and simply shrugged in reply, jutting out my chin before forcing my gaze to return to the skyline.

Healy fiddled with something in my peripheral though and the ruffle of cellophane separated the sound of the city below from my smoky exhale.

"You got a lighter?"

It was a needless ask, Heally could already see that I had a cigarette lit in hand but that didn't seem to defer him. It felt as though he was actualing aiming to start up some kind of conversation, which was strange considering how standoffish he’d been during most of his visit.

I spared him another short glance as I went to dig my free hand into my back pocket, noting that his sunglasses were still wired into his curls which meant that I could actually see the way he was watching me now.

When he’d first walked over, Healy had stopped a comfortable distance away, but he closed it when I lifted the lighter up in success. The makeshift patio creaking beneath his weight.

He had his own cigarette dangling loosely from his lower lip, the butt stuck to the inside of the soft flesh as he invaded my space, indicating that he had no intention of taking the lighter from me. I couldn't quite help the way my gaze flitted down to his mouth and then up into his valourous eyes when he did, their colour darker now that his hair had fallen from behind his ear to shield a portion of his face from the sun's shining light.

I looked away almost as soon as Healy met my curious stare and swallowed sparsely before proceeding to flick the sparkwheel. It took two tries before it caught.

The warmth of the iridescent flame tickled my cheek as I held it up, and Healy cupped a hand between both our faces in an attempt to waylay the whistling wind as I moved in to light the cigarette's end.

The lighter was a tacky thing, cheap, and coloured an illuminous orange. I never usually thought much of it, tended to nick them right off of Finn's kitchen counter, or from strangers in the street whenever I needed a light.

But being this close to Healy, I could literally smell just how expensive the man's aftershave was, how it clung to the gentle curve of his neck. It reminded me of how different we were. Healy was obviously more inclined to the finer things in life- probably even had someone hired to light the poxy things for him.

I was quick to bite back the snort that bubbled within me at the sudden picture that painted, shaking my head as I dropped the lighter down to my side. Though I still wore a small smile when my gaze trailed back over to meet his, almost involuntarily now. And this time I couldn't bring myself to look away just yet.

Healy’s lips twisted into a rueful smirk once he’d inhaled a lungful, unblinking as he observed me once more, and I had to force my body to take a step back when I noted that neither of us had yet to move.

I cleared my throat and raised my hand again, but Healy’s smirk only grew.

"Meant to be quitting, you know." I quipped like many liars before me, hoping to ebb some of the remaining tension that had adhered itself to the air around us as I sucked some life back into my fag's dying flame.

Healy humoured me.

"How boring."

I huffed a breathy chuckle, a grey trail stuttering out with it.

"I know it's what everyone says, but for me it's true. Been trying to kick the habit ever since I started, to be honest."

I peered back over at him long enough to witness the way he directed an arched brow my way, smoke pooling from his mouth. It was second nature the way he did it, so casual, as though smoking was akin to breathing.

"Why haven't you then?"

The question caught me a little off guard. But only in the way that it was a first for him, at least from how I saw it, to pry into another's life. My life, my brain supplied unhelpfully. A big-shot singer like him to be prolonging our encounter more than necessary, surprised me even more.

Nonplussed, I found myself replying, "Life?"

He snorted pleasantly, "Cheers to that."

I watched on as he hoiked up his hand in a false toast before dropping it weightlessly to his side, dislodging the ash that perched at the end of the cigarette when his hand bounced off his hip.

Mimicking the showy gesture, I dipped my head before I chose to take another long drag, mostly to occupy the silence that enveloped us again more than anything else.

It was then that my mind began to wander. But before I could overthink this entire situation- because, let’s just be honest, I would’ve have to have been fucking barking not to have found this whole ordeal anything other than strange- my head snapped up at a scuffling sound and my eyes instantly tracked the way Healy had all but pounced his way up onto the roof’s ledge.

"You aiming to off yourself, or you simply tempting fate?" I blurted out before I could think better of it, unable to look away. He truly had my full focus now.

He grinned and my jaw ticked as Healy's snazzy boots kicked carelessly at the brickwork that lined the edge of the studio’s building, his soles walking a fine line, prancing along like the three story drop wasn't that much of a threat.

"Fate's far too busy to be fretting with the likes of me, love." He retorted, one hand buried in the jacket he adorned, the other holding his cigarette to his mouth. He paused about a foot away from me and leant forward to peer over the side, causing my poor heart to falter and just about fall out of my arse.

"The hell are you doing!" I snapped, immediately jumping forward to grab at his sleeve before he could tip any further. "You got a fucking death wish, or something?"

Healy only cackled as he rocked back into my tight grip, grinning so widely now. My breath stuttered at the very sound of it, amused but tinged with an edge of mania. And the lazy smile he shot me from over his shoulder after didn’t at all help the way my pulse was now thumping wildly through my veins, the parent in me having sent every nerve-ending into overdrive.

"Or something." He answered, a wily expression dawning.

He did jump down though and once his feet were firmly planted back on the decking, I shoved at his shoulder. "You're a right prick, you know that?"

"Awh, come on. Live a little, Squeaks!"

I shot him a lurid glare, far from amused by the mocking tone he’d taken on or the way he’d poked fun at my name.

"Honestly, what have you got to lose?" Healy went on to say, not paying my reaction any mind at all. I ignored his efforts, but couldn't stop my eyes from following after him when he recklessly returned to the edge, only this time he decidedly took a seat there. "Come on!"

He gestured for me to join him with a jerk of his head and I merely blinked. Stressing over whether or not he was being serious.

Healy’s buoyant grin was fast fading now though, but I wasn’t really too focused on that fact, all I could see as he glanced back at me was how lost he suddenly seemed behind all that bravado. It was hard to notice in truth, but I could see it there, ever so slight, in the hazing shadows casted behind his eyes.

"What, you just gonna leave me here on my lonesome?" He goaded once he'd deemed that I’d had more than enough time to respond, wiggling his brows from across the patio.

I was forced to blink away my tangent of thoughts then as I inhaled a deep breath.

After hesitating for the briefest of seconds, gaze flitting from Healy’s slumped form to the fire escape and then back again, I was sure that I saw his shoulders visibly tense. He’d noticed my uncertainty and had immediately raised those shackles back up, preparing to be let down again.

And for some reason, I found that I didn’t want that. So catching the inside of my cheek between my molars, I finally tossed the butt of my cigarette to one side and ambled over.

Healy smirked, all too pleased with himself as I nervously settled in beside him, leaving only a few centimetres space to separate us.

Not wanting to chance anything, I kept my hands plastered to the wall’s ledge, fingertips digging into the rough brick as I leant forward the tiniest little bit to scrutinise the time it would take my body to ultimately hit the asphalt below, if I so happened to fall.

I knew it was unlikely, but still pressed my lips firmly together, knowing it would likely be entirely Healy’s fault if something were to actually occur.

After a minute or so my heart calmed and I started to observe the way our legs dangled over the edge, side by side, swinging aimlessly above the narrow street way down below. The toes of Healy’s boots only just skimmed the jut of my ankle whenever his heels would hammer against the building’s hard exterior, close but never touching. I counted the beats.

There was a long few minutes of silence that passed between us sitting there, before Healy finally broke it, kicking the remnants of his fag far away and watching as it blurred from view.

"You come up here often then?"

A laugh broke free from me at that and I looked over.

"That a line?" I teased, unable to help myself nor the smirk that had worked its way onto my lips, whilst Healy’s eyes widened involuntarily, clearly not having expected the cheek from me. I decided to leave the ribbing there though, not wanting to push my luck, and smiled softly at him, deciding to give him an honest answer. "But I don't know, really. It depends."

"On what?"

"On whether or not I've got shit to do."

He hummed, fingers tapping at his knee. "Important shit?"

I couldn't quite stifle my laughter, "Yeah, important shit. Not all of us can live a lavish life up in Beverly Hills."

Healy pursed his lips at that, "Makes two of us then, fucking hate The Hills."

Surprised, my eyebrows shot up.

"Really?"

"Yes, really! It's a right shit show- the whole of fucking California is." Matty scoffed, almost stubbornly whilst shaking his head. I could see how much he meant his words though, even if they did somewhat confuse me.

"Least it's sunny though, right?"

Healy barked out a short laugh, turning his head towards me to meet my gaze head on. From this angle, I could see just how much brighter his eyes grew when he smiled, and wondered if he even realised. If anyone had told him.

"Least it's sunny." He mimicked, sounding all too amused.

I tore my eyes away. "What's so bad about California then, bigshot?"

The volume of Healy's snort actually surprised me but mercifully, I managed to hide the way I flinched before I turned my head back to face him.

"You could ask me anything, anything in the world, but that's what you settle on?"

My mouth drew itself into a pout as I furrowed my brow and shrugged. A little put out. "Always wanted to visit the National Park?"

"Oo, got a proper little adventurer on our hands, have we? California! Home of Venice Beach, Hollywood, and the planet's fittest stars- but all you wanna do is have a quick peek around at a mound of mouldy trees and old mountains?"

Tutting at his jeering, I rolled my eyes and hummed, "I mean, it looks sort of sick, don't it?"

"Sure. If you're going on eighty."

"Fuck off." I chuckled and knocked into Healy’s shoulder, throwing him off balance slightly.

"Oi, don't think I won't push you off this roof!" He warned and a giant grin threatened to overwhelm my face.

"Do it. I'll be sure to take you with me."

"That a threat?"

"It's a promise." I smirked.

"Oh, I don't much like those, Squeaks. You'll have to think of something better." Said Healy, tearing those eyes of his away upon noticing then just how close we'd gotten during the short span we'd spent taunting one another.

I licked my lower lip and watched him for a moment. "What's wrong with a promise?"

"What isn't?" Healy’s eyes looked vacant as they stared hard at the skyscrapers that littered the view. "They’re simply made to be broken, aren't they?" He shrugged, his blank facade quickly returning, that glaze in his eyes fading. "Anyway, why would I take your word upon only hearing you promise? Promises aren't truth, they aren't law. They're simply empty."

There was a long pause before, "Christ, who hurt you?"

My eyes widened upon hearing my own stupid insincerity, always putting my foot in it, and was hasty in the way I immediately opened my ginormous gob to apologise, but Healy’s soft laughter stopped me short.

"Now that's a question, Mouse."

I couldn't really bring myself to reply after hearing the sadness that fuelled his words. Didn't know if I even could. But I couldn't stop my lips from quietly mouthing my own name either, sure that it had been the first time Matty had ever used it.

The studio felt much quieter now without Jamie’s amiable laughter or Healy's all-consuming presence to fill the space. I found myself simply standing in the centre of the room long after they’d departed, half way between the booth and the settee, wondering what to do next.

I didn't have to pick Teddy up from the nursery for another half hour and the journey there would only take me five minutes or so. That meant that I was now somewhat at a standstill and those were rather rare when you had a toddler hanging about.

It had just started lashing it down outside. I could hear the heavy raindrops as they splattered their way across the windowpanes and formed a shallow pond on the skylight a few feet above my head.

It had only started spitting just as Matty and I had re-emerged from our little breakaway. My unfiltered mouth had been the beginning of an untimely end as I hadn't been able to sit there and stomach the silence much longer, having mentally scolded myself enough.

So I'd talked Matty off the ledge (literally) and hummed softly to myself as we’d descended the stairs in a desperate attempt to break up the awkward tension that drenched me. Adi and Jamie had been waiting up for us by the window when we'd returned and Healy's manager had been in a hurry to whisk him away, grinning happily as he said his goodbyes, a mobile pressed to his ear whilst he coerced Healy down the stairs. He went without much bother.

"That went well, I reckon!" Came Adi's voice as she exited the kitchenette, holding another round of tea in her hands and a plate of bourbons too.

She settled herself down onto the sofa and motioned for me to come join her, clicking her tongue whilst her many rings clattered against her ceramic mug. The same one she often favoured.

"Come on, sit down! I want to know the ins and outs of everything you two talked about up there! Twitter's been going positively mad ever since the show went live!"

I sighed but followed the order, taking up a perch on the edge of the settee beside her, enjoying the warmth that blanketed my hands upon being handed my own brew. The heat of it tingling my fingertips.

"It turned out okay then? No one’s started up a riot, or threatened to have my life, have they?"

Adi rolled her eyes good-naturedly in reply, laughing at my melodramatics. "Nah, you're all good, babe. Think a few of 'em actually liked you. Fancy that, hey?"

She winked at me from over the rim of her mug but I merely hummed in return, knowing that Ads didn't miss the underlying scepticism that accompanied it.

"I'm serious, M! Apparently it's been a while since Matty's acted so genuine! Hang on, reckon that’s the right word for it?" She shrugged, answering her own question, and then barrelled on, "Either way, they're already petitioning for us to have him on again. Here just look, I'll show you."

I watched on as Adi tried to balance her scalding hot tea on the knob of her knee whilst she fumbled for her phone. I stilled it just in time before it could start tilting and she grinned up at me in thanks, now brandishing a bright screen. "Aha! Here you are. See there, babe? They adore you!"

With a scrunch of my nose, I leant in closer to peer down at the illuminated text, watching as a stream of tweets continued to flood Adi’s neverending feed. I placed my mug down onto the coffee table not long after and stole the phone from out of the girl's grasp.

M @/user1 15s Lovedlovedloved today's show!! #MouseOnAMic

13 @/user2 23s The smiles?! How cute, he looked like he really enjoyed the interview!

Pol @/user3 29s Missed seeing Adi’s lovely face:(( But I honestly think this was one of the show's best releases!!!

Robber @/user4 37s AHHH what was that??

Bean @/user5 46s Um imma need a minute bc I don't think I've heard Matty talk that much in a while

197die @/user6 51s Why are they so adorable?? My heart!!

AM @/user7 1m Please bring Matty back!! @/petitesouris @/AdelineWells_

"Shit."

Adi cackled whilst I chucked her back her phone, surprised by what I’d read.

"Told you, babe! They seem to love the two of you together."

"Why are they spouting all that crap?"

Adi shrugged, exiting the app with a swipe of her thumb before switching the whole thing off. "Just the internet, ain’t it? Besides... they're not really wrong."

She laughed loudly at whatever expression must have crossed my face then and I huffed to myself, picking up my mug and shuffling over to settle further into the cushions.

"He's so painfully male though, Adi. I mean, you must've seen all the models he hangs about with."

Adi’s eyes lit up at that, looking as though I’d just mentioned that Greggs was currently handing out free sausage rolls on the nearest street corner, I raised a brow.

"Oh, I have, babe. Just didn't realise that you've been keeping tabs on him too!"

Helplessly I spluttered, almost spilling my tea in my rush to sit up. Ads tittered away, so obviously entertained by my reaction.

"I have not!"

Adi hummed sceptically, mug cradled close to her chest now, "Sure, hun, and the sun doesn’t shine out of my arse."

I flicked her arm, "I'm being honest with you- I just had to get a little background information on him for the interview! That's all."

With a slow nod and a shitty attempt to dampen her ever growing grin, Adi replied, "What, so you don't think he's fit then?"

My eyes widened and lips parted at her question.

I couldn’t outright deny that Healy was nice to look at- he fit a certain esthetic, alright? But I also did not want Adi teasing me anymore than she already had. Especially after seeing what all of Matty’s fans had to say about the pair of us online. Was it too late to switch careers?

Besides, it was just a passing fancy sort of thing, and Healy obviously didn’t view me in the same light. That, and I had Teddy to worry about. If anything this was just a fleeting thing, I could admit that at the very least.

"He's-"

"Fit as fuck? Hotter than a rubber ring on a summer's day? Mysterious enough to lure just about any one in?" Adi interrupted, filling in the blanks.

I blinked at her before snorting a laugh, my breath fanning the steam that slipped from my tea.

"I was going to say nice."

"Nice? Nice! Mouse, that boy is not 'nice'! Far from it! Broody and bloody stubborn, those I can get behind! But nice? No. Nice looking, sure- maybe if you were an eighty year old woman complimenting her grandson on his birthday. But not nice."

"That's the second time today I've been compared to an OAP." I acknowledged, frowning at what it might mean.

Adi's eyes snapped over to meet mine, earnest and impenetrable. "I'm bein’ serious here, Mouse."

I rolled my eyes.

She groaned loudly in return. "Come on, just admit it! He's a right looker."

I hung my head against the back of the settee, emitting a heavy sigh as I stared up at the ceiling. “Yeah, alright, he’s fit.”

"I knew it! You so fancy him!"

My head snapped towards her at that and I narrowed my eyes, “I didn’t say that.”

"Didn't need to." Adi beamed all too happily, pulling a knee up to her chest, eyes gleaming. "It's called reading in between the lines, babe!"

"Ads, how- you know what, forget it. I'm not even going to begin to tell you how stupid you just sounded."

Adi harrumphed and waved off my efforts to preserve some of my dignity. "So, what are you going to do about it then? Cross your heart and hope he's down to fuck you sideways?"

I truly couldn’t help the way I grimly spat my tea back into my mug whilst I started to shake with a startled laughter. Adi, the cow, had to pull what was left of my drink away just so that I could wipe at my chin, laughing all the while.

"You're such a twat, you know that?"

Adi only grinned at me from the other end of the sofa and shrugged. "You love me for it."

I couldn't deny that, grinning right back at her. "That I do, my love. Fancy keeping me company whilst I pick up Teddy then?"

Another week dragged by and my days had been nothing short of chaotic, filled with stress, tears, and toddler tantrums.

Teddy had fallen ill on the Wednesday, all snotty nosed and high temperature. I’d had to take the day off work just to pull him out of nursery early when the school had called, leaving Adi to fend for herself for a long while. The little tike had refused to eat or drink the entire time he'd spent recuperating in my bed, and I’d been forced into bargaining with him to simply get him to take his medicine. Who claimed too much tele was bad for you anyway?

Teddy's temperature spiked on Thursday night though and I had struggled to hold back sobs of my own whilst on the phone to my mam, listening to my son shriek and cry in the background as she tried to instruct me on what to do.

But thankfully, things had finally started looking up for us on the Friday afternoon. Teddy had asked for some toast that morning and, although I had been fearful (the sight of sick having been something I’d been forced to get over this past week), the boy had managed to keep it down. And we'd spent that evening together on the sofa, swaddled in a sea of blankets, singing quietly along to The Lion King.

Saturday and Sunday had been a whirlwind. I had spent so much time cooped up in the flat with Teddy that Finn came round Saturday morning to all but shove us out the front door. Ever the angel though, he'd treated us to a greasy fry up down at the local cafe and had even taken Teddy off of my hands for a couple of hours when Adi had texted to ask if I'd be around later on to help out with Monday's show.

Sunday was spent keeping an eye on my rowdy four year old, who had all but bounced back to the image of perfect health- as though the previous few days had been nothing but a bad dream. Humoring Adi and I whilst we’d conjured up new ideas at the studio.

Healy’s management team had emailed about mid week, sharing some statistics and thanking the show for our ‘aid’, but it had all sounded far too condescending for my liking. Then again, most emails tended too and my mood had also been depleting rapidly ever since the segment had aired. So there was that. Adi did get a few minutes spare to email something back for me though, which I appreciated.

Jamie had also taken the time to message too, which had brought a shocked smile to my face. I’d figured that the man must have picked up my number from Adi whilst he'd been visiting, or from someone else on his team. But I’d texted back, wishing him well, not wanting to be impolite.

But the thing is, Jamie hadn’t left it there. Which had been a somewhat welcomed surprise. Throughout the week he'd taken to messaging here and there, asking about the show, my day, taking the time to fill me in on all the good and bad parts of his own. His job seemed more than fucking stressful, but I should've guessed that much, what with him having the pleasure of having to keep up with Healy all day. I'd wondered on more than one occasion how that dynamic typically played out, but never asked.

It was around four on Monday afternoon when I found myself leaving the loft, finally having caught up on most of the crap I’d missed the last week.

Adi had long since departed, having had a commitment to get to. Something to do with helping a mate find the perfect dress for her big day, which was fast approaching, and had abandoned me the first chance she'd got, leaving me to wrap and lock up all on my lonesome.

Teddy was also off with Finn after school today, as he was most afternoons when we had to film for the show. So I’d planned to pick up a takeaway to surprise the two of them with on my way over, then stick around long enough to pester my best mate before he finally grew sick of Teddy and I and sent us on our merry way.

I was just locking up, humming a soft tune that had been stuck in my head all day, when I heard a scuffle sound around the corner. I only looked up once I'd tugged on the handle hard enough to make sure all was well, but was startled to find a familiar face staring back at me.

"Shit. You proper scared me!" I breathed out heavily, a hand coming up to rest over my beating heart whilst my eyes wandered over Matty’s hunched form.

The singer was clad in the same heavy jacket he'd been wearing the last time we'd met, an oversized hoodie and jeans too, as well as a pair of dark sunnies which blended effortlessly into a black beanie that hid his hair from view.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned and could hear the shock that lined my voice as I stepped out onto the pavement to join the singer, who had since propped himself up against the side of my building.

"Was in the area." Was all Matty gave away, but he kicked off of the wall to shove his hands into his trouser pockets when I approached.

"You were in the area and just so happened to end up here?" I asked, bemused. My eyes glanced up and down the narrow backstreet to see if anyone else was mulling about long enough to recognise ‘the singer from that one band’ before they retreated back to him.

Healy tilted his head to one side, "That alright?"

He looked far too nonchalant, as though he had a tendency to drop in at every radio station he'd wound up commandeering over the years, making me feel stupid for not having expected it.

I had to force out a little laugh, unsure on how to reply exactly. "Yeah- I mean, sure. Just, I don't know, I didn't expect to ever see you again."

Healy's mouth quirked ever so slightly to one side at that but he hid it in the way he cocked his chin towards the highstreet a way ahead. "Where you off to?"

"Um," I swallowed, pausing for a moment to tug at my jacket sleeve so that I could take a quick look at my watch. "Well, I've got about an hour before I've got to be somewhere, but nowhere right this minute."

Maybe I was being presumptuous. Bold even. But why else would he be here?

I lifted my head back up and found Healy already watching me, and if the man had noticed the scars that marred my wrist he didn't say anything, simply nodded.

"Got time to grab a coffee then?" He suggested and I, even in my dazed surprise, somehow dipped my head in slight agreement.

"Sure." I answered, albeit a little breathlessly.

We walked together, me just a step ahead as we emerged from the sidestreet which housed the studio. I caught himself waiting for someone else to catch onto the fact that the infamous Matty Healy was walking amongst us commoners. But no one seemed to be any the wiser, Matty's all black get-up allowed him to move about the city almost inconspicuously, letting me shepherd him into a nearby bakery without any fuss at all.

"Why don't you go grab us a table and I'll order?" I found myself saying as we stepped into the shop.

Healy stared at me for a long moment before he finally nodded. Quietly asking for a simple coffee as I wandered over to join the queue.

Joanna's bakery had been around for decades now, or so I’d been told, shacked up between ever changing franchises and fast food chains. It had become a long loved favourite of mine since having moved to London, I'd found it during my time at uni and it had truly been a godsend throughout the first few weeks of having baby Teddy. Joanna's coffee had been the only thing keeping me afloat way back then.

I gave a bright grin when the woman’s greying hair came into view, eyes catching mine from behind a pair of spectacles Teddy, for some odd reason, seemed fascinated by whenever we dropped in.

"Hello, you." The ageing woman greeted me with a sweet smile. "Good to see you're doing well, and how is young Teddy?"

"He's doing fine, thank you, Joa. Just overcame a bout of flu." I informed her, hip checking the wooden counter that housed a row of cabinets. "Been a hectic couple of days."

Joanna's brows lifted and her thin lips pursed in concern as she tucked a tea-towel into her navy apron. "I can only assume so. He's doing well now though, I hope?"

I waved off her unnecessary worry with a fond smile, "Right as rain, racing around without a care in the world today. Me though? I’m still trying to get over it- not that he realises.” I chuckled, “He gave me quite the scare, if I'm being honest."

"Kids tend to do that. But Mouse, my dear, you should have called! I would have had some soup sent over for him."

With an appreciative grin, I thanked her, knowing that there was no falseness in her offer, "I'll remember that for next time, I'm sure Teds would've loved it."

Joanna returned my sentiment with a gentle nod before the sound of the shop's bell rang over the door, announcing another customer. "Well then, what can I get for you, dove?"

I exhaled, glancing up towards the blackboarded menu mostly out of habit, "One regular coffee, please-"

"Isn't it a bit late in the day for coffee? You'll be up all night." Joanna scolded lightly, cutting me off, I couldn't help the soft chuckle I gave. Forever humoured by the women in my life constantly telling me what to do.

"Not for me, Joa, don't you worry." I hurried to assure her before prattling off the rest of my order without another interruption once Joanna had hummed in a quiet understanding.

"Takeaway?" She prompted, but I shook my head, gesturing over my shoulder towards the many tables behind.

"We'll sit in, if that's okay."

Joanna blinked in surprise, obviously not having seen me enter with anybody. "I didn't realise Adeline had come in, I usually hear her."

I gave a peel of laughter at that but was quick to press my lips together. "No, no. No Adi today, I'm with a new friend."

The older woman smiled at me as she pushed her glasses further up her nose, "I see."

My head tilted in confusion at odd her tone but left it be. "Could I also get some of that famous chocolate cake of yours while I'm at it? Two slices, please."

"Of course, I'll have it sent right over."

I grinned and waited until I'd paid and Joanna had turned her back on me before shoving my change into the tip jar.

It was an ongoing thing between us, the first time I'd tried to leave anything behind she'd sent me on my way with an entire tray of carrot cake. I had been more than grateful for the unexpected gift but it didn't take me long before I realised what the older woman had been up to. So I'd taken to sneaking my tips into the jar whenever she wasn't looking. Joanna though, it seemed, had eyes in the back of her head, so she chose to repay this act with a multitude of free treats, often gifted through Teddy so that I was unable to decline.

Picking up the two mugs Joanna set down on the counter, I was then promptly shooed away. So, shaking my head and chuckling softly, I turned without another word said and bypassed a crowd of customers that had since entered the bakery, in search of Matty.

I found him seated at a booth in the very far back, having shucked off his jacket and glasses now that he had his back turned towards the rest of the room. Though he’d kept the beanie, I noted.

Steeling the nerves I felt, I settled the drinks down on the table and smiled apologetically when I saw that Matty had startled at the sound.

"One plain black coffee. Didn't know whether you wanted any sugar or not, so I stashed some sachets away just in case." I laughed before upending a supply of sugar packets from my pocket onto the table.

He simply laughed as he reached out to take two. "Cheers."

I dipped my head and worked on pouring a few splashes of milk into my own brew. I was just stirring when someone approached, almost instantly I found myself grinning at the sight.

"Mouse! My, it's been a while, what ever did we do to deserve such a pleasure?" Cassie greeted me with a delighted smile, settling two small plates onto the table before rounding it to pull me into a hug.

Laughing softly, I wrapped an arm around her neck and enjoyed the way she squeezed me tight, a fixture that accompanied every one of her hugs, before we parted. "Only been a week since you last saw me, Cas. Don't act as though you've missed me."

Cassie gifted me with a wink and beaming grin before she pivoted and turned to catch a glance at my tagalong.

I watched as her eyes widened briefly, obviously not having expected this particular visitor to be staring back at her, but she was professional enough to conceal her shock.

"Well, this is a first." Cassie announced, still smiling away whilst she looked between the two of us sat at the table. "Can't remember the last time you brought us a new visitor, Mouse. You must be special- I'm Cassie, by the way."

Healy's eyes darted between the hand the waitress had extended out and myself. I tried for an encouraging smile but wasn't exactly sure if I’d managed to pull it off or not.

Cassie, as lovely as she was, was definitely a shock to an introvert’s system. I’d learnt that lesson all too quickly. But Healy had handled Adi with ease and she was levels above Cassie, the bright eyed woman standing before us now almost seemed shy in comparison, in truth.

"Matty." He forced out as he took Cas’s hand in his own, "Great to meet you."

He cleared his throat when his palm returned to cradling the inside of his cup and Cassie smiled sweetly at him.

"Good to meet you too, Matty. I hope you enjoy the cake, it's a favourite of M's." She chuckled, nudging the plate closest towards me. "I hear it's all she ever raves about."

I grinned impishly as I picked up my spoon and bit down on a mouthful of chocolate delight. "And it's all I ever will rave about. Nothing compares to Joa’s gâteau."

Cassie rolled her eyes at me but tittered, "I know, I know, we've heard it all before! I'll leave you both to it then, the life of a waitress waits for no one. Hope you enjoy the food though- and again, it was nice to meet you Matty, don't be a stranger."

With that she waltzed off, but not without throwing a gleeful grin over her shoulder that only I was meant to see.

I wrinkled my mouth to keep from reacting outwardly before deciding to focus back on my dessert.

"Sorry about her." I felt the need to murmur, glancing across the table.

Healy shook his head, smiling slightly. "Don't, she seemed nice."

I couldn't help my short laugh, recalling an earlier conversation had with Adi. "Oh she's nice, all right."

Healy didn't comment on my strange reaction, only arched a questioning brow and pulled his cake in closer.

"You know, you pronounced that in perfect French."

"Pronounced what?" I quizzed, already scooping up another spoonful.

"Gâteau." Healy informed, botching the imitation, fingertips poised over the rim of his plate.

"Yeah, and?"

He shook his head again, "Just caught me off guard is all. You speak it then, fluently?"

Tongue in my cheek, I nodded. "Mam's from a tiny village in Alsace."

"Wow. So how'd you end up with that accent then?"

I breathed out an airy laugh, "What's that meant to mean, Manc? Is it too crass for the likes of your wellbred ears?"

Healy's eyes, honest to God, bulged as he fought not to trip over his own tongue in an attempt to mend his minced words.

"No, no, I just meant-"

"I know what you meant. Don't worry." I chuckled, taking pity seeing as I’d already shot back. "I’m only having you on. She met my dad there when he was visiting, but the two of them moved when they married."

"Oh. That's good, I ‘spose. She loved him enough to follow him home."

I hollowed my cheeks and focused my stare on my chocolate smeared spoon.

"Wouldn't put it quite like that, but yeah she loved him. Even after he fucked off."

With a cluck of my tongue, I pushed the cake away and focused instead on my drink.

"I'm sorry."

Frowning for a split second, I forced out a breath and the emotions that had roused back down, then put on a brave face. Determined not to think about it any longer than I had to.

"No, don’t be. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. Just, hard to talk about is all." I scratched at the grain etched into the wooden table.

"Nah, I get that." Healy assured with a shrug, "Don't have to apologise for it though, you have a right to your emotions."

For some reason, that reply surprised me and I had to fight back the urge to say whatever was on the tip of my tongue. I merely nodded instead and went back to picking at the cake.

"Fuck. That's good."

My head snapped up at the audible moan that Healy emitted and found the man pulling a chocolate coated silver spoon from his lips.

"What the fuck do they put in this?" He questioned me, eyes wide as he heaped another helping into his mouth.

"No idea." I laughed, watching closely now.

"Whatever it is, it's fucking good."

And with that, the tension was broken. Healy practically inhaled his serving of cake whilst I portioned mine, smiling around every mouthful. We made small talk as we sipped our drinks quietly, ignoring everyone else bustling about the bakery.

It wasn't long before I finally found the balls to ask the question I'd been meaning to ask ever since Matty had shown up outside the studio though.

"So, can I ask why you decided to pay me a visit now? Or, is it all top secret? Like hush hush."

His lips twisted before he replied, "Don't have an actual answer for you. Had a shitty day and ended up storming off, didn't even realise I'd wandered so far from the recording studio until I caught sight of one of the backroads we'd taken to get to your loft the other day.” He shrugged, finger toying with the near empty cup. “Was faced with the choice of finding the nearest pub and getting pissed, or seeing if you were in. It was a toss up."

"And I won?" I found myself asking, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

"Would seem so."

"Happy I could help, then. The former wouldn't have done you much good."

Healy’s eyes met mine then and his gaze flickered across the length of my face.

I couldn't really place the expression he wore and almost had a small fit when I wondered over whether or not he was looking at my scars, but found that I didn't care much. Which was odd and had me feeling self conscious all over again.

"No, I don't suppose it would've."

It took a second for me to connect the dots, to remember what I’d even said, but when I did I smiled.

Not long after polishing off our drinks, I suggested we take a walk to burn off the cake we’d piled on. But in reality, I had just realised that without the big jacket and sunglasses it was hard to miss the marvel that was Matty Healy sitting in an old Islington bakery.

Matty had been all for the idea and so together we’d exited the bakery, me calling out my goodbyes to Joanna and Cassie when I passed. The older woman’s gaze lingered on Matty’s retreating form but she bid us nothing but a soft nod with her quiet farewell.

We wasted what was left of the hour I had wandering down backroads, just taking in the city and talking between ourselves. I picked up on where Matty had been raised, in a large house in a town just south of Manchester. He hadn’t lingered too long on the topic of his family, either reasoning that I already knew about it or preferring not to, but I was more than happy to tell Matty about my mum. Recalling stories of my youth, of Christmases spent in our tiny cottage, and summers down by the creek.

It was to my own wasted effort, not trying to focus too many of my questions on Matty’s career, because a lot of what surrounded him came from or was to do with being in the limelight. From his friends and social circle, to his everyday life. Matty’s hobby had and always would be music, that much was incredibly clear to me, only he’d just been lucky enough to make a career out of it.

Before long, I realised that our time was finally up and I was left observing the way Matty toed the edge of the curb just outside of the busy train station.

Surprisingly, Matty had wanted to walk me all the way there, just to make sure that I could arrive and board the train with all my limbs still intact. And, to his credit, he’d done exactly that, even with all of my amused reassurance that I’d be fine and did it daily.

But in truth, it was just me being overly concerned about someone recognising who Matty really was and starting a crazed frenzy. In my head all I could see was him disappearing into an ocean of teenage girls that suddenly swarmed him, calling out for help.

I would be well and truly fucked if something were to happen to Matty whilst he was under my watch.

"You know," I began, staring up at the dark haired man before me. Noticing then that Matty, although older, looked an awful lot younger in that very moment. "I am glad you picked me."

He stared back at me, dark shades tucked into the lining of his jacket now. “That so?”

My cheeks bunched as I tried to dim my smile.

"Yeah," I confirmed with a soft chuckle, "Strange as it was at first, I surprisingly enjoyed myself."

"Surprisingly? I'm glad." Matty smiled, a small thing that wrinkled the corners of his eyes as he tugged at his ear. "I did too."

I returned the gesture, chest tightening.

The pavement rumbled beneath our feet then, meaning yet another train had pulled into the station beneath us and the Underground didn't wait around for anyone. I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I’d best be on the next one in hopes of making it to Finn's at a decent hour but I was unable to leave Matty just yet.

"You gonna be okay getting home?" I wondered, gaze skirting over the many heads that crowded the street as a dozen other people filed out of the station doors. "I mean, have you got money for a cab or something? Someone to call?"

I flushed when Matty laughed at my unnecessary concern, suddenly embarrassed by the thought of sounding like my mother. I bit back the urge to outwardly cringe.

"I'll be alright, babe. I'll have someone pick me up. Thanks though."

I dipped my head in understanding and then shoved my cold hands deeper into the pockets of my coat, rocking back and forth slightly. "So I'll be seeing you then?"

"Would you want to?"

I blinked, surprised by the question. Or maybe by the way Matty had phrased it.

“What d’you mean? What, did you just figure I'd spend an hour with you, dash off, and then never speak to you again? If it's alright, I actually wouldn't mind keeping in contact. It's not like Jamie doesn't already talk my ear off everyday, so what's adding you into the mix gonna do?"

“Hang on. Jamie? As in my Jamie? Jamie, Jamie? Manager Jamie, he actually messages you?” Matty immediately quizzed and at my mirthful nod, he shook his head in disbelief. “The dickhead!”

"He never mentioned it?" I thought to ask, unable to stifle my growing laughter.

"No he fucking didn't!" Matty replied with his tongue pressed against his top teeth. But his mouth was still curled upwards as he continued to shake his head, and so I took his reaction with a pinch of salt.

"Well, sorry to have been the one to break it to you then."

Matty snorted and lifted his eyes, hazy brown holding my stare. “Nah, it’s fine. Honestly just fucked off he got your number before I even had the chance to ask."

My eyebrows shot upwards, unsure on how to take that. "Um, well. I mean you could still ask?"

The minuscule smile Matty had been wearing switched into a full blown smirk at my stuttered words and I saw the challenge in his stare when he stealthily stepped closer.

"Well then, Squeaks. Would you do me the honour of giving me your number, or you gonna have me beg in front of all these people?"

I huffed a breathy laugh as I pulled my mobile out, handing it over to him without a second thought.

The way his face lit up caught me off balance and I could only watch on whilst Matty rushed to type an assortment of numbers into the device.

“What are you doing?” I suddenly asked, ginning when Matty angled the phone out in front of him.

He paused to glance over, shooting me a mischievous grin, one that had my stomach flipping at the very sight- and shit, if that wasn't a bad sign. But I could only focus on Matty now, on the way his grin changed his entire face, the haughty arrogance he had once carried fading alongside the sharp, sunken lines of his profile. It brought a pretty colour to his cheeks and brightened the shadows that stormed his eyes.

It was hard to look away.

“Need a photo, don’t I?” Matty retorted easily, “How else you gonna know it’s me phoning?”

I was honestly somewhat startled by the sudden difference I saw in Matty then, in the confidence he now held, the very same that appeared in the videos I’d seen of him up on stage. In the good natured teasing and wit he shot out that had me struggling to form a valid response.

“Messaged myself too,” Matty explained, pulling me from my observation. “So all we need now, is a photo of you.”

Sure enough, when I pulled my full focus back to Matty, or on what he was now saying rather, I found him there holding his own phone up towards me.

"Come on, give us a smile then, mardarse." Matty mocked and I scoffed in return, the corners of my mouth twitching at the sound of his accent becoming more prominent.

“God, you’re a right prat.” I rebuked, but it was softened by the mad grin I wore as I knuckled Matty’s elbow. “Fine, go on then, but make sure you get my good side, Healy!”

"But every side is your good side!"

I simply rolled my eyes at the exaggeration then leant in as near as I could to the camera so that it could get a close up of the face I made. Hands still tucked into my pockets and eyes now staring directly into the lens, I pooled my tongue out like a panting dog as I tilted my head to the side.

Matty’s bark of laughter echoed out across the highstreet, loud enough that it had a few heads turning, but no one paid much mind to a man who now had his face buried in his phone, gazing down at the picture he had just snapped.

"Good enough?" I asked, rubbing at my nose and glancing about as the self doubt began to seep in now that the fun was over.

Matty raised his head, and I reckoned that my pulse must have stuttered when I caught a glimpse of his wide eyes and bright smile.

"Perfect."

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cosmic-navel-gazin · 7 months ago

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Finished Felvidek and had a grand time!

Thought I'd do a lil list of things/moments/details I loved off the top of my head:

gave cursed coffee bean to a chicken and it mutated. Did it for science

game's got some twin peaks vibes, some monty python, a tad of hylics, along it a bunch of other ingredients, but it feels very much its own thing with its own identity

pear man and his daughters deserve the world, wish we hung out more

there's a fight with an invisible enemy, all your attacks miss because your guys can't see shit and I was laughing just imagining Pavol and Matej swinging their swords at nothing hoping to slay the forest fiend. Very Don Quixote, I love it.

the PS1 style cutscenes are sooooo beautiful I love them to pieces, they drip with style and charm. I knew I needed to give this game a go the moment I watched the trailer and was greeted by the cinematics. God I love them so much. And not just the syle but the directing itself, the way shots are framed, god...

I love the character portraits for everyone. There's so much detail and everyone feels unique/like an actual person with distinct features. From the Priest's very punchable face, to Pavol's grin to Josef's sexy ass... From main characters to NPCs to enemy sprites, I love everyone's design and colour coding (don't know if it was intentional but the purple for the cultists was neat, seemed to subtly imply early on that they were being funded by rich folk, since pruple is associated with nobility, power and wealth)

speaking of character design, shout-out to this lil guy, look at him please

Numnut the drunkard my beloved, I recruited him and less than a minute later he fell on flat ground into a nearby river (and drowns???). I reloaded a previous save to see if I could have him in my party a lil longer. I took a different path, got into a fight. "yay I get to see him in action!"- I thought. I used his one special move, called: 'good idea', and Numnut proceeds to punch his own face, dealing 90 damage (not even in the endgame did I deal such high numbers!). THE Character of all time, he drowned again after that and I'll never forget him.

BALLOON IN THE MIDDLE AGES! (possible Andrei Rublev reference? I can dream...)

just, the way things are worded:

cutting people's ears after killing them as spoils (and giving the ears to a maiden, as you do)

there's a quest where you have to cut a man's tattooed buttock to give to another guy, and it's all for nothing, you ruined a man's ass for nothing. I love it. The dialogue during this whole section had me dying.

I love that there's just this guy who lives in the castle's well. And our boy Pavol thinks it's a great idea to throw a bomb in there to make him come out.

this:

there's these lil inisghtful and mournfoul comments on the dead bodies you leave behind. Like, expressing regret at all the senseless violence and death or how cheap life is here. And I'm not sure if it's Pavol or Matej making them. It makes more sense for it to be Matej but I kinda like the idea of it being Pavol's comments, these small moments of introspection and realization in the midst of a drunken adventure. You've been engaging in all the violence while pissed drunk but then after you kill your opponents and look at their corpses... and it's like this sobering moment, before you're back at it with all the merry-making (I also like that a lot of these bodies don't disappear and just remain on screen, and you can see the carnage your guys leave behind in their quest)

the whole adventure felt to me like, this series of odd little events in a knight's life before it's passed down, told by and retold by different people, and after many generations it's been touched up and made more coherent and noble than the clusterfuck it actually was. Before it became a narrative I guess is what I mean

it can get a bit wordy and hard to follow but I really like the old timey way the dialogue is written and its dry sense of humour

there's these little subversions of gaming tropes that I found really fun too! Like as soon as Pavol's wife and your falling out with her is introduced you may expect a reconciliation between the two, or a moment where you have to save her and prove your worth and love to her to win her heart. As you would expect from a story with a knight and a damsel. But no she hates his guts lmao tries to murder him too! (tho I do think Pavol took her in that balloon ride at the end). There's also the fact that I am not allowed to play minigames! Josef wants to play tabletop games but your character always replies no. No minigames for you son! And like, this feels especially catered to me as someone who, more often than not, will dread whenever a game will introduce some sort of card game or the like. I was so happy that wasn't forced on me for once! Couldn't believe it. Kinda felt bad for Josef tho, I'm sorry Pavol doesn't wanna play Pexeso wth you.

the battle animations! I'm particularly fond of the eating porridge one, or the chugging down a bucket of sour cream, and the petard

the little *slaps face* animation

Pavol and Matej as a duo and the whole tavern scene with the two exchanging clothes

the lil moments of humanity where Pavol talks about his broken life and sense of self

the rare moments when Pavol stops grinning

it goes without saying but the art is absolutely gorgeous. Its nostalgic monochrome melancholy speaks to me on a deep spiritual level. Inject it directly into my bone marrow please. Shout-out also to the ost, it fucks and has tons of bangers. The Hrad track, the one that plays on Josef's castle... god... love at first listen, and have been listening nonstop for the last few days now while going on walks.

#went in almost completely blind and had a great time. really nice surprise #Felvidek #my ramblings #videogames

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obsessivestar · 1 month ago

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'What If It's All A RomCom?' - a Ted Nivison x Reader

{{-Haha remember when I said the next few chapters might be a lil' smaller cause I'm taking my time? Lol this one is another big one SORRY NOT SORRY welcome to chapter 12-}}

//General Warnings: 18+ Fic (MINORS DNI), Reader implied to be afab and under 5'5

Chapter Warnings: More Hamilton References, bit of makin' out and ooh thigh riding??? You're Canadian now sorry (you're barely Canadian) AYO AND SCHLATT AND TUCKER ARE HERE\\

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Chapter 12: I'm Satisfied

The photoshoot was a lot more complicated than I thought it was going to be, at least for Ted and I. For practice, Tanner got Dan and Joe in front of the camera, using them to figure out what angles, backdrops and lighting worked best. Tanner even got in front of the camera for a bit, knowing he already had his own headshots. Dude just wanted to have fun, and honestly, it was a lot of fun being in front of that camera. We had music playing, we got to feel like hot, important models and got to see the raw shots afterwards.

Ted and I went through so many different outfits for the shoot, taking photos together and apart. One thing that messed me up a bit at first was all the flashing from the camera, but your eyes eventually get used to it. Tanner had us wearing contrasting colours whenever we took solo shots, but had us wearing warmer colors when in front of the camera together. When taking pictures on our own, we gave simple smiles and somber looks into the camera, following it as Tanner changed the angles, unless Tanner directed us to look away of course. We all took turns suggesting music for our respective photoshoots, until Tanner had the odd idea to put on the entire Hamilton soundtrack when we all ran out of songs to drop, though that made keeping my mouth closed for the photos a little harder. I'd be mouthing certain lyrics excitingly, getting an occasional friendly scolding from Ted. Sometimes he'd have to straight up cover my mouth to get me to stop, until the soundtrack got to 'Satisfied', where he surprised me by joining in.

'You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied.'

'I'm sure I don't know what you mean, you forget yourself.'

'You're like me, I'm never satisfied.'

'Is that right?'

'I have never been satisfied.'

This is where I learn there was a particular couple weeks where Tanner had forced Ted to learn part of the soundtrack for reasons they both refused to admit to me, but man did Tanner get some good shots because of it. One particular shot really warmed my heart to look at the first time. Ted was supposed to simply hold my waist with one hand, but I just wouldn't stop singing or at least mouthing lyrics, so Ted gently placed a finger over my lips to make me close them. Ted and I had been relatively careful with how we acted in front of regular members of the film crew, but in this moment, it was like it was just the two of us. His dark eyes sparkled down at me, a genuine warm smile across his blush toned lips. I smiled back at him, feeling his hand slowly fall from my lips to take my hand in his while his other hand snaked around my waist to rest on my lower back. It was...personal, intimate, but brief. A shame it was so brief.

We looked over all of the good shots once Tanner gave us the O.K. to relax and take a break. God, did we look good. I hadn't even felt the flashing from all of the pictures Tanner had gotten once Ted had touched my lips, but they were perfect. All of them were perfect. "You guys gotta recreate that one next week, in your ball wear." Tanner suggested with a proud smile.

"Ball wear?" Ted repeated with a humorous smile, looking at Tanner with a raised brow.

"Like, a royal ball. Our dream outfits." I clarified for him, placing my hand excitingly on Ted's shoulder before addressing Tanner. "Tanner, I'm gonna need all of those photos. I need them."

"Oh yeah, you'll get them." Tanner nodded at me a little. "Dan's gonna start editing them as soon as we clean up."

"Yeah, I need that one. Could be my lock screen." Ted points at the camera when it shows the shot of his arm around my back and our hands intertwined. Fuck, this man makes my chest flutter so easily, its maddening. I look at him after he says that, taking in his warm but eager expression as he continues going back and forth with Tanner about next week. Anytime I get to share a glance or contact with Ted, I feel happy. I feel validated. I'm...satisfied.

Dan and Tanner went upstairs with the camera to start editing the photos on their PC's. Hell, Tanner moved his PC into Dan's room so they could work side by side. It looked a little funny when we went back later to check on them. With the remainder of the day, Joe cleared most of the living room and began to go through the dance sequence with Ted and I, as well as some spare members of the wardrobe team that volunteered to be extras. He went through some ballroom dancing basics with us, essentially teaching a mini masterclass on royal etiquette. We quickly figured out that I'd have to wear heels for my dance with Ted, he's just so tall and it would look better if I was a bit more at his eye level. He made sure to tease me about my height any chance got, and I made sure to ''accidentally'' step on his feet a few times in response. He may call me princess, but I'm a brat at heart and I know he likes it.

Once the sun began to set, we called it for the day, with Ted and I moving upstairs together as members of the film crew packed up and left. We headed into his room for now, though we'd be filming the podcast in separate rooms later on. Ted casually took off the orange shirt they had made him wear, moving to his closet to put on an old looking white shirt. I shamelessly glance over his bare back before he covers himself, a knowing smile spreading along my face. I can't believe I have such a fine man wrapped around my finger.

"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling pretty fuckin' royal right now.." Ted commented with a humorous smirk, moving to sit at his computer chair. I decided to sit at the edge of his bed, letting out a little laugh.

"You feel royal in your..." I pause to look down at the shirt he had chosen, raising a brow with a slight chuckle. "...weird lookin' baseball shirt from 2004."

"Hey, I look great in this shirt." Ted pointed at me with a knowing smile. "Tucker's gonna be happy that I'm wearin' it; Schlatt, not so much. He's already been drinkin' a little tonight so I know he's gonna be poking at everything."

"Everything?" I repeated, smiling a bit more. "Even me? Should I be worried?" I decide to ask, shifting a bit on Ted's bed. I could've worded that better. I wasn't 'worried' about him perse. I've watched an episode or two of the podcast so I have a relative idea of how he is, I just can't help but wonder how he's going to be with me there, knowing what he knows.

Ted pulled up Discord, letting out a sigh instead of responding right away. His silence made my smile falter a little, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Alright look, Schlatt isn't....really an asshole." Ted answered after a long pause, turning in his chair to look at me. "I talked to him and Tucker a bit about this earlier, he knows what line not to cross."

"You've already talked to them?" I ask, raising my brows at him. "When?"

"While Tanner was takin' your photos. I didn't get into anything huge, just gave em' a quick rundown of, uh....how us happened." Ted admitted with a little shrug. "I already said this morning that he'll probably make some comments, he may even...dance around that line a little, especially if he's provoked. Tucker and I do it all the time."

"Yeah, you do.." I manage to let out a little laugh.

"But at the end of the day, he's one of my best friends; they both are. He's not gonna lose it. He knows I don't want anythin' out there, so he won't put anythin' out." Ted's reassurance definitely helped any last-minute nerves I may have been feeling. Plus, I'm sure if anything slipped out, it could be bleeped or cut out entirely. They've done it before. "I mean, pfff, he might flirt with you to throw people off." Ted spoke again with a shrug, turning back to his computer screen. "He's been wantin' you as a guest for a while."

"Wait, really? Really???" I furrow my brows and let out a surprised laugh, sitting up more on the bed. "You're fucking with me. Schlatt knows of me?"

"Yeah. He wanted to try to get at least you and NakeyJakey as guests before the end of the year."

"What the fuck??" I find myself laughing even more at how outrageous this all sounded, though I 100% believed Ted. I just couldn't really believe it. It seems like all of MY friends knew Ted and all of HIS friends knew me, yet WE only met a week ago. Small world. Smaaaaaaall fuckin' world. "I never got any messages or anything! I totally would've said yes!" I manage to speak after coming down from my laughter, standing up from Ted's bed.

"He might've tried to reach you on Twitter if your Discord isn't available.." Ted admitted, typing in what appeared to be a groupchat, probably the one with the chuckle guys.

"Ooh, yeah, I...stopped using Twitter." I reply somewhat sheepishly, raising my shoulders a bit.

"Understandable, honestly." Ted turns his chair to me again after sending a message, giving me a warm smile. "Anyways, do you wanna be in the room with me, or record in your room? I'm good with either." I notice Ted's gaze linger down a little before meeting my eyes again, making me raise a curious brow at him.

"Are you good with either?" I ask with a knowing smile, crossing my arms in front of my chest again.

"Well, I mean, it'll be hard not to touch you if we're in the same room.." Ted gives me a mischievous smirk, leaning back against his chair and spreading his lap out a bit.

"Oh? That's your concern, mm?" I let out a little hum, moving forward to carefully climb into Ted's lap, straddling it with my knees resting at each sides of his hips.

"Mhmm, it's gettin' harder bein' away from you.." Ted purrs back at me. I feel him snake his hands around my waist, gazing up at me with his half-lidded eyes.

"Well yknow, I could just...do the podcast right here.." I bring my hands up to his chest, picking at the white shirt before smoothing my hands up to rest on his shoulders.

"Oh yeah? With the camera on?.." Ted raised his brows at me, sitting up a bit more in his seat. "Is this how we're gonna reveal it? You in my lap, giving me bedroom eyes?..."

"Is the camera on?.." I feel a faint blush appear on my cheeks, bringing one of my hands up to touch my face as I look at his setup.

"No, do you want it on?.." He gives me a suggestive little grin, his eyes glancing down at me once more.

Oh, I know what he wants...

I smile down at him warmly as I lean in close, closing my eyes as I connect our lips in a gentle kiss. Ted kept his hands around my waist as he returns the kiss, slowly moving his lips with mine with a low hum. His growing stubble lightly rubbed along my face when he begins to deepen the kiss, pulling me more into his lap by my hips. My hands reach up to cup his stubbled cheeks, tilting my head into the warm, almost antagonizingly slow kiss. When I hear a quiet, dark sounding moan leave Ted, I instinctively angle my hips in response, a quiet gasp leaving me when I realize I've straddled one of his thighs. My inner thighs begin to feel warm against his leg, making me slowly rock my hips back and forth against him. He chuckles lowly in the kiss in response, listening to my quiet, needy sounding moans in his mouth. I feel his hands sneak their way under my shirt, opening his mouth more in the kiss to slip the tip of his tongue along my lower lip. I try to pull him in more by his face, my hands moving around to grip into his tall, dark hair. His lap feels so good to grind against, his tongue is making our kiss sloppy and arousing, we're moaning and growling at each other, I'm getting warm and tingly all over, I feel like we can't stop....

Until the Discord Call Notification starts blaring from Ted's computer.

We both flinch pretty hard and pull back from the deep kiss, stopping everything that we were doing. We both let out shaky, breathy little laughs as Ted turns the chair towards his desk. "It's just Schlatt, hold on.." Ted spoke, taking a deep breath. He kept one hand on my hip, moving the other around me to take his mouse into his hand.

"Should I get off?" I manage to speak out after catching my breath, still panting against his chest a little.

"Nah, not yet." Ted replies simply. "He's just checkin' on me, makin' sure you're good to go. I'll tell him 10 minutes, hold on."

"Y-You're gonna answer?"

"Yeah, I'll keep my camera off, hold on, stay."

"Ted, I-I don't--"

"Shh. Stay."

I feel Ted's hand snake around to push me more into his lap from my lower back, keeping his grip on me. Most of my body is now pressed against his, my hands are tucked in front of my chest. Before I can think about protesting again, Ted answers the call, so I close my mouth to stay as quiet as possible.

"There he iiiiiiiiss.." Ted spoke into his mic with a big smile, despite not having his camera on. I turn my head to see Schlatt in his usual setup, sporting a grey hoodie with the hood up, his headphones strangely on over the hood itself.

"There I am? Where are you?" Schlatt narrows his eyes at the screen, sitting back on his chair. "Your camera die again?"

"Nah, it's not dead, just not turning it on till' we start." Ted shrugged a little, making me smirk against his chest.

Well, If he really isn't gonna turn it on, I can still have some fun...

"Damn, did the Canadian's get to ya?" Schlatt cackled a little, resting his hands behind his head. "Does Tanner have you wearin' fuckin...red flannel n shit? That's all they wear, right? Got ya lookin' like a fuckin' lumberjack?"

"I'm not even in Canada, dude." Ted chuckles with a little shrug. "I'm, like, an--an hour away from my-my house."

Ted's tone softens and he starts to stutter a little when I begin to trail little kisses along his neck, making sure to keep quiet so they wouldn't be picked up by his microphone.

"Yeah, but Joe and Tanner are Canadian, ain't they? Ain't they involved?" Schlatt asked with a raised brow, lightly scratching at one of his mutton chops.

"Well yeah, but--" Ted's eyes flicker closed as I nibble at his thick Adam's apple, finding a little spot along his throat to suckle on gently. I feel Ted's hand grip my hip a little tighter; a warning grip, one I choose to ignore.

"But...they're doin' good. I've been having a lot of fun.."

"Aaaaaaah, riiiight.." Schlatt cackles again, leaning forward in his seat. "Fun, eh? Ya happy, Ted? Ya happy ya finally got to hit it?" A big, knowing grin spreads along Schlatt's face, nodding slowly. I was smiling just as big as Schlatt was, moving my little kisses up to Ted's ear.

"Yeah, Teddy.." I whisper softly into Ted's ear, nibbling a little at the edge of it. "Happy you finally hit it?.."

Ted lets out a quiet huff and removes his hand from my hip to move it up to the back of my head, taking a fistful of my hair.

"Hit what?"

With a good tug, he pulls my head away from his ear and forces me to look at him. I'm smiling like a fool, chuckling quietly at how flutered Ted already looks.

"Ohhhhh don't fuckin' toy with me, dude!" Schlatt let's out a mocking laugh, smacking one of his hands on his desk. "You have been talking non-fucking-stop about (Y/N) ALL WEEK! ALL FUCKIN' WEEK, MAN! Tucker was tellin' me everythin' earlier! How does it take you over a year to pull this girl?"

Ted leans his head back and rolls his eyes, a clear embarrassed smile on his face. He looks at me, still keeping my head still by my hair and mouths 'I'm gonna kill him.', making me giggle quietly. "Ok, I have her now, don't I?" Ted faces his computer again with a little shrug, glancing at me briefly. "I figured it out in the end."

"Aaah, I'm just fuckin' with ya, dude. Just excited for ya." Schlatt playfully scoffs, shaking his head a bit. "If you're happy, I'm happy. She seems good for ya."

I see Ted relax more in his chair and he lets go of my hair, looking down at his keyboard with a genuinely warm smile. It makes me smile too. I didn't realize that Ted had been pining for me for this long. I mean, Joe's wedding was almost 2 years ago. Has he really been thinking about me for almost 2 years? "...but seriously, why isn't your camera on, man? Are you ready or what?" Schlatt speaks up again after a pause, crossing his arms in front of him.

"I'm almost ready, just need about 10 minutes." Ted answers plainly, moving his mouse to hover over the hang-up button. "Is that alright?"

"Yeah dude, 10 minutes is good."

"Alright, great, call ya back."

"Make sure you add (Y/N) in."

"I will."

"She gonna be cool about me?"

"She's probably gonna fuck with me, with you."

"Greaaaat! Love her already! See ya soon!"

"Yep."

"Alright."

Ted hangs up the call and let's out a sigh, shaking his head a little before looking at me. "You little fucker.." Ted snickers a little at me. "You're lucky we don't have time for a quickie.."

"I think I'm unlucky if anything.." I reply with a little giggle, fixing up my hair with one of my hands. "Ya sure we can't do a lil' bit?.."

"Oh no, I'd need more than 10. I like to take my time with you.." Ted shakes his head at me with a little smirk, leaning in to kiss my lips once more with a content little hum. I smile against his lips, bringing my hands up to cup his face again. The kiss is brief, but I felt satisfied with it. I thought about what Schlatt had said, that Ted had been trying to 'pull me' since Joe's wedding. I wanted to get more information on that, but decided to leave it for now. I wouldn't want to try and sneak it in the podcast, unless Schlath decides to bring it up, but I feel like the more Ted and I say we're together, the more I want to know about it all. There's a mystery around it that I don't understand. It feels like everyone has the right context but me.

I reluctantly moved off of Ted's lap, getting one last little kiss on the back of my hand from him before I exited his room to move into my own. I didn't have as much of a professional PC set up as everyone else staying here did, but it was good enough to record with. I sit in front of my PC and begin to set everything up, putting my headphones on and making sure my mic was all set up before opening Discord, seeing that I had already been added to the group chat. I smile excitingly to myself as I message everyone that I'm good to go, making sure botj ofmy cameras are clear and charged before hearing the Discord Call jingle play, seeing Ted and Tucker hop in with Schlatt.

I take a deep breath, triple check everything and enter the call.

"AAAAAAAAAAYE THERE SHE FUCKIN' IS!" Schlatt is the first to speak up, blasting everyone's ears with an excited cackle while clapping like an absolute buffon. "THERE SHE FUCKIN IS!"

"Holy shit, she's real!" Tucker chimes in, wearing a green sweatshirt with the word 'Loon' in big bold letters. "Ted, your Canadian girlfriend is actually real. That's crazy."

"Wait, you're actually Canadian? That's not a joke?" Schlatt placed a hand on his mic to adjust it, already furrowing his brows at me.

"Ok hold on here. I'm, like, barely Canadian." I clarify, holding my hands out a little defensively. "I was just born there. I grew up in Washington."

"Nope. Still counts. You're not cool anymore." Schlatt shakes his head, his usual sarcastic tone taking him over. "Sorry Ted, she's not cool anymore."

"Uh, she's pretty fuckin' cool, actually." Ted clarifies in a defensive tone, adjusting his own mic.

"I pulled out my Loon shirt for the occasion." Tucker chimes in, moving a bit in frame to reveal that the bottom of the shirt had some actual loons on it, making me lean back in my chair and laugh. "These guys are on your coins, right?" Tucker asked with the most genuine smile on his face.

"They're not MY coins! I grew up in Washington!" I laugh, shaking my head.

"Nah, If you were born there, you're already tainted." Schlatt replies plainly.

"She's fiiiiiine, don't be like that.." Ted playfully whines at Schlatt, tilting his head a little.

"What the fuck is with you and Canadians, anyways?" I decide to ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"There's just something about you guys, I don't know. Buncha liberals." Schlatt crosses his arms as well, as if to mock me. "Buncha do gooder liberals."

"We haven't even started the episode yet and Schlatt is already deep into character." Tucker grins a little, a dark chuckle leaving Ted as Schlatt and I continue to bicker back and forth.

"Are you mad that they're nicer than y'all? I don't get it."

"I'm not mad. Maybe--Maybe I AM mad. I'm gettin' mad."

"Is it the free healthcare that tips ya off?"

"I'm rich, I don't give a fuck about your free Healthcare."

"You keep saying 'your'. I'm not Canadian."

"You look Canadian."

"Okay, I don't consider myself Canadian."

"I consider you to be Canadian."

"I wasn't even there for a full fucking year."

"Don't care. You just have this liberal Canadian vibe, I don't know man."

"Okay, and you have this Alabama sister fucker vibe, can we start the episode now?"

Ted and Tucker erupt into laughter, with Schlatt and I eventually chiming in as well. We're all shifting around in our respective chairs as we laugh out, holding our chests, rubbing under our eyes, clapping weakly, taking in steady breaths and everything. I knew it was all in good fun.

"Okay okay! I like her again!" Schlatt cackles, sitting up more in his chair.

"Are we all ready now? Have we gotten everything out of our system?" Tucker asks, still chuckling a little from my comment.

"I've been ready. I've just been enjoying this little pre-show." Ted admits with a snicker, adjusting his headphones on his head.

"Yeah, I'm recording a little already so it's up to you guys on when we start." I speak up as well.

"Did you get all that? That whole back and forth?" Tucker asks me, still smiling all big.

"Abso-fucking-lutely I got all that!" I reply with a chuckle, shifting in my chair.

"Alright alright, on 3, we'll start." Ted nods a little, moving his hand down to his keyboard.

"Wait, can I start the episode?" I ask with an eager grin, holding my hands up in front of my chest.

"You mean say the line before the theme song? 100%, you have my permission." Schlatt agrees with a grin, moving his hand down to his keyboard as well.

"Yeah, I'm totally fine with that. Make it a good one." Tucker adds.

"But don't add your Canadian-ness to it." Schlatt speaks with his sarcastic tone again.

"If it'll get you to stop bitching about Canada, fine." I roll my eyes and shake my head, getting another cackle from Schlatt.

"Ya picked a good one, Ted. Ya picked a good one."

"Alright. 3, 2, 1.."

After everyone counts down from three, I see everyone hit a key on their keyboard and shift a bit in their seats, indicating that recording had begun. "Wait a minute, your background is different, Ted." Schlatt speaks up again, furrowing his brows at his computer screen. "You said you were an hour away from home. Is that true?"

"That is true, I am not currently home." Ted nods, resting his hands in his lap with a grin. "I'm at, like, a beach house or somethin', I don't know. For the project I was tellin' you about."

"Ah, you're finally livin' around your means. Finally stopped bein' fuckin' modest." Schlatt spits a little, nodding his head as he speaks. "How big is it? Who's all there?"

"There's, like, 5 of us here." I add with a little smile. "Tanner, Joe, Ted, Myself and a guy named--"

"Wait, you're both in the same house right now?" Schlatt loudly cuts me off, sitting up more in his seat with narrowed eyes glued to his screen. "What the fuck?"

"Yeah, she's in the room next to me." Ted answered, furrowing his own brows with a confused smile. "Why is that upsetting?"

"You're in the same fucking house?"

"Yeah."

"Why the fuck are you in separate rooms?"

"I don't know"

"Hey, you told me to record in my room!" I chime in with a gravely chuckle, playfully scowling at my screen. "You told me to go, Ted!"

"Okay, hold on--" Ted tries to speak up again, quickly cut off by Schlatt.

"I don't fucking believe you." Schlatt speaks, shaking his head. "I don't believe you two for a fuckin' second."

"You don't believe we're in the same house? You don't believe her?" Ted raises his brows with a smirk.

"Nope, not even a little." Schlatt answers simply, leaning back in his chair.

As they bicker for a little bit longer, I realize that you can see Ted's closed door in frame, so I get an idea. "Y'know what? Here."

I quickly remove my headphones and hop off my chair, unable to hear if any of them noticed me take off. I quickly run out of my room and quietly open Ted's door enough to be able to swing it open with one swift kick, hearing Ted jump and shout out surprisingly. Knowing I'm in frame, I enter his room a little more and take in a deep breath, shouting out those 4 magic words to officially start the episode.

"WELCOME TO CHUCKLE SANDWHICH!"

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Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 (smut) || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 (smut) || Chapter 11 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 (smut) || Chapter 15 ||

#ted nivison #chuckle sandwhich #jschlatt #chuckle friends #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison fanfic #ted nivison x you #ted nivison x yn #AllARomCom

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calilk · 10 months ago

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mermaid boat boys, ft a boat

my gift for @theslyvoid9 for @mcytblrholidayexchange

ramblings, process and doodles under the cut

this was sosososos fun to do. i got the prompt and was immediately SO exited and motivated. however i had a large art piece to finish for school so didn’t manage to start properly for a good few weeks. however i DID do initial doodle ideas and composition plans, mostly during class, that are pictured below

by the time i could start in earnest, i’d lost quite a bit of motivation and was struggling a LOT with the sketch and proper proportions, so i didn’t start properly until a week or so before the deadline. oops, sorry this is so late.

this was my first quick colour draft, i was originally going to do the effect with squiggly lines that light creates under water but every time i tried it it just looked terrible so i didn’t. i also changed the positions of etho and joel.

the sketches. i struggled wayyyy to much. i think i spent like 4 hours trying to get it right. BUT i did in the end!

lineart, flats and detailing. i lost etho’s lil floaty side fins here due to my scatterbran and i mourn for them but not enough to draw another set of fins. the detailing took sooooo long and i don’t really like the boat, but don’t have the motivation nor time to change it. i also imagined some kelp winding around them to make the background more interesting but never got around to it in the end. during the detailing i spent 3 hours drawing on a laptop with the mousepad and it was the worst 3 hours of my life. never again. etho’s fins were inspired by those beta fish with the pretty fins. i love them but they were beyond horrible to draw.

shading and lighting. i played around with the opacity of the light streaming through the water but i can’t attach any more images so whelp. yippeeee it’s done. it took be 23 hours in the end and i’m proud of it!!! my giftee also suggested some cannibalism stuff and i REALLY love that idea but didn’t know how to portray it without being graphic so i didn’t go for it. HOWEVER i really want to do an autocanibalism dl pearl piece in the future so yayyy. theslyvoid if you want me to tag you in that if i do it lmk since it was one of your requests :)

#cal original #cal doodles #ITS DONEEEEEEEEEEE #boat boys #boat boys fanart #ethoslab #etho fanart #smallishbeans #smallishbeans fanart #trafficblr #double life #double life fanart #life series #traffic series #mcytblr

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blushing-ghost-stories · 1 year ago

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Bo Sinclair X Reader

Reader heads down to the garage to flirt with Bo, but a misunderstanding nearly ruins their relationship before it can even begin.

WC: 2819

Genre: Hurt/Comfort?

Content Warning: toxic behaviour, abuse, violence, self destructive thoughts, Bo calls the reader Bitch and Whore, Bo Sinclair should be a warning in himself.

If I've missed something that should be warned about above in this piece, please let me know.

SFW but MDNI

“Well, well, well, looks like the lyin’ whore is finally showing ‘her true colours.” Bo’s eyes were filled with a cold fury, you could see his jaw tensing up and a vein in his neck pulsing. He wasn’t angry with you, no, he was furious.

You weren’t too sure where things had gone so wrong. Your day had started normally enough, you had woken up to the sound of Lester stomping around getting ready for his day, and you had gotten up too. You had got ready for the day and then you headed down into the kitchen to make coffee for Lester before starting on breakfast for you and Bo. Your interactions with both of them that morning had been cordial enough, being a ‘guest’ in Ambrose for the last 3 months you had started building more trust with them, and murder aside you truly enjoyed being in the town, it was the change of pace that you had needed.

After Bo and Lester had left for the day you had cleaned up a bit before you decided to do something stupid brave. You had been dancing around your feelings for Bo for quite a while, when you had first met him he was charming and you couldn’t deny how attractive you had found him. Things had changed a bit after the truth of Ambrose had come to light, the friends you had been traveling with were dead, and you didn’t explore the town much, even with the freedoms you were given, too afraid to walk into a building and seeing them staring back at you. So for the first month you had pushed down your attraction to Bo, after all, he was rude, and had a hair-trigger temper that you were still working on understanding. But then as time went on you began seeing more sides of the Sinclairs, you had seen how sweet and caring they could be underneath, you had seen how they truly cared for one another, and you desperately wanted that too, you wanted to be loved and cared for, and you knew that despite everything that had happened, you were still attracted to Bo, and you thought he might be interested in you.

And so, after psyching yourself up you decided you were going to go down to the garage and chat with Bo a bit, and maybe if you felt stupid brave enough, you’d flirt with him a bit, see if his attraction to you was real or if it was all in your head.

And that was what had led you to this point here, Bo gazing at you with barely restrained fury, looking like he might cross the garage and attack you at any second.

“What?” You flinched backwards as he took a step towards you, barely finding your voice enough to squeak out a confused response. “I don’t understand”

“Don’t understand?” He crossed the shop faster than you had thought he was capable of, and in an instant he had your arm in a bruising grip, pulling you towards him as he got in your face, “What’s there to not understand darlin’? I was wonderin’ how long this lil act o’ yours was gonna go on for, and I guess now I know.”

“What act, I don’t - I don’t” You were finding it hard to find the words, it had been months since you had felt this amount of fear, you didn’t understand why he was so angry with you, coming down here had clearly been a mistake, now you just wanted to get away from him and get back to the house, back home, you could throw yourself into chores and avoid Bo for the rest of your life, yes, that seemed like a reasonable plan, you just needed him to let go of you, he just needed to let go.

“Ya don’t, ya don’t what?” He was yelling so close to your face you could feel spit hitting your face as he practically frothed at the mouth in anger.

When you didn’t immediately answer he shook you violently, nearly throwing you to the floor. That was when the dam broke, you started sobbing, unable to stop yourself, barely keeping yourself upright. You could only stand there, trembling and crying as he shook you, demanding an answer to a question you didn’t understand.

“I-I, I’m - I’m - I’m, s-” You couldn’t get the words out, barely being able to talk through the sobs wracking your body. You just wanted to get the words out, apologise for whatever you had done wrong and get out of here, but you just couldn’t.

In the back of your mind you could hear him mocking your sobbing stutter as you struggled to get the words out, he was getting angrier as time went on, you just needed to get the words out.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please,” you nearly collapsed, his bruising grip on your arm practically the only thing keeping you upright, “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I promise, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He finally let you go, and you nearly dropped to the ground, luckily you were close enough to the counter that you were able to brace yourself against it to keep yourself upright. You wanted to put more space between the two of you but were scared that if you moved he’d come after you again, so you just stood there, trying to get control of your breathing, staring at the ground, trying to focus on anything other than Bo.

“Yer damn straight you ain’t gonna try that fuckin’ shit again, ya got that.” He stepped back, giving you a bit of space, “Knew this little act of yours was too good to be true, comin' in here, thinking ya can flirt your way out of here. Well, I got news for ya, you're here for life, and that doesn’t have to be a long time darlin’ so think carefully on how ya wanna act.”

The pieces started to click into place, he had thought that you were only flirting with him to get out of Ambrose, but that wasn’t the case, maybe if you explained it to him, then he’d understand, and things would be okay.

“That’s not what I was trying to do,” you wiped your face, tears still streaming down, but not as badly as before, you were hopeful, you could make him understand and then it would be okay, “I don’t want to leave, I want to stay here, I just wanted to hang out with you, I like you.”

As it turned out, that had not been the correct thing to do, reasoning with Bo when he was this angry was near impossible, the smarter thing to do would have been to just shut up and accept what he had said, move on with the day and never bring it up again. But you had just had to try and fix things. The sudden stinging sensation across your face had your ears ringing and took your legs out from under you. You didn’t even realise that he had backhanded you until you were on the ground, hand on your cheek, looking up at him in confusion.

This was too much, you wanted to go home, he was even angrier now and you were truly scared for what was going to happen to you. And then the bell to the shop rang, and your saviour, Lester, arrived.

“Wha- what’s goin’ on in ‘ere?” He was at your side in an instant, helping you up, bringing you away from Bo, towards the door, towards freedom. He stopped short though, letting you go and turning back to Bo after he said something, “What was that?”

“I said that lying whore is trying to leave,” Lester looked back at you in shock, you tried to shake your head, to tell him that it wasn’t true, but shaking your head hurt and made you dizzy, and you were scared to speak again.

“Tha- that can’t be true, she likes it here,” he looked to you for confirmation, and you nodded as well as you could, “See Bo, whatever is going on it’s jus’ a lil misunderstanding, tha’s all, just a lil misunderstanding.”

“That bitch came in here, trying to flirt with me, thinkin' I’d let her go if she batted her lil eyelashes and looked cute.” Bo turned away, walking to the other side of the garage while Lester followed behind him, at a safe distance, trying to comfort his brother.

Lester turned back to you, a look of betrayal on his face, “You said you like it here, you said you was gonna stay with us,” the look on his face nearly broke your heart, it hurt so much to hear how little they actually trusted you, how quickly they’d turn on you, and that was enough to make you start crying again.

“I’m going home,” You barely managed to croak your declaration out through your renewed sobbing, “I’m going home.”

And with that you turned and ran, tears blurring your vision as you ran from the garage, toward safety, towards your home. You could hear Bo and Lester yelling after you, but they didn’t give chase. By the end of your race back to the house you were nearly out of breath, practically hyperventilating as you walked in through the door.

“You’re so stupid, why are you so stupid?” You were muttering to yourself, needing to voice the thoughts in your head, you were scared, but you were also angry, angry at yourself for being so stupid, “Why would you think anyone would ever care about you? You’re so useless, so fuckin pathetic.”

You broke down again, crying on the floor of the entryway. You were so caught up in your turmoil that you didn’t even notice Vincent sitting at the kitchen table, eating lunch silently. He didn’t know what was going on, but you looked like you needed someone.

He quietly walked over to you, Jonsey trailing silently behind him, curious as to the disturbance. You were startled and a bit embarrassed when Vincent crouched down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You leaned into the comforting touch, Vincent always seemed to be there for you when you were at your worst, a silent yet comforting presence. You looked up to him, giving him a weak, watery smile, trying to reassure him that you were okay.

Not wanting to be left out Jonsey quickly muscled her way in, shoving herself between you and Vincent, silently demanding attention, attention that you were more than happy to give her, sinking your fingers into her coat, giving her the pats she was demanding was a soothing experience, plus it gave you something to focus on, anchored you helping you begin to calm down.

The three of you sat in silence for a while, until you finally risked breaking it, shattering the tranquil moment.

“Why am I so stupid?” You weren’t quite sure if you were asking yourself or Vincent the question this time, but it was the only thing you could think of to ask.

Vincent just tilted his head in response, giving it a little shake, it was clear that he was confused at your question.

“I’m so stupid,” and with that, the tears came again, “I-I thought that he could like me, but that’s so stupid, so so stupid, why would he like someone as pathetic as me?”

Vincent looked even more confused, and gestured for you to wait a moment, and he quickly left you, taking off into the house looking for something. He returned with a pad of paper, he communicated with his brothers through sign language, and while you were still trying to learn you were having difficulties and couldn’t understand him most of the time, so when the two of you talked he would write for you instead.

“I don’t understand, why are you saying those things? Who upset you?”

“I told Bo I like him, it was a stupid thing to do, why would someone as great as him want to be with someone like me?”

You turned away from Vincent, almost ashamed for having said it aloud, that you liked his brother, what if he reacted like Bo and Lester, what if this was the end of your stay in Ambrose? You could hear him scribbling away on the pad, hastily writing a response to you.

“My brother is stupid, he’d be lucky to have you.”

You took your time reading his response, it confused you, why was he saying that?

“But even Lester agreed, when I said I liked Bo, when I flirted with him, they both acted like I was trying to run away, but I don’t want to leave, I love Ambrose, I love you guys, I don’t want to have to leave.”

Vincent gently rubbed your shoulder in a comforting gesture again, before doing something that completely took you off guard, he wrapped both arms around you, drawing you into a hug. The first hug you’d had since arriving in Ambrose, and it nearly made you break down in tears again, your emotions were just so frayed.

After a moment longer he gently released you, patting you on the back as he picked his paper back up, beginning to pen another response.

“A lot of tourists, especially women, try to flirt with us, with all of us, to try and get us to let down our guard, to let them go. I don’t think that’s what you were trying to do, but Bo probably did, and I know he likes you, he must’ve felt betrayed, that you were trying to manipulate him. It doesn’t excuse his overreaction, but he’s got a bad temper, let him settle himself down, and then you can talk to him later.”

You nodded at Vincent, “Okay, I’ll try that.”

Both of you were startled at the sound of the door crashing open. Turning around you saw Bo, still looking pissed as hell standing in the doorway.

“Well, well, ain’t this cozy,” He took a few quick strides towards you, ready to grab you again, only to be blocked by Vincent standing in his path. “Well, looky here, flirtin’ with me didn’t work so you ran right off to my brother, smart choice, he’s the better one, he’s the good twin, I’m just the monster.”

Vincent began signing something, you couldn’t understand what he was saying to Bo, but you could see Bo’s face going through a multitude of emotions.

“Whatever, you don’t know shit,” Vincent signed something else to him, Bo just scoffed in response before turning to you, “And you, the fuck ‘re you doin' here? Thought you wanted to go home, that's what you were shouting before.”

“I am home.” You hadn’t expected your simple words to affect Bo, you had expected more anger and derision, for him to storm out leaving you with Vincent, instead, you saw his features soften, just a bit, but enough to be noticeable.

“Home, eh?” He smirked at you, walking around Vincent to kneel by you, bringing his hand up to cup your face, eyeing the bruise forming on your cheek, “That’s right, this is your home, and you’re not goin' anywhere right doll?”

Not trusting your voice you nodded, leaning into his touch, softly shutting your eyes. You had no idea how you were able to be so calm with him now after what happened not 30 minutes ago, but Bo had a knack for making you feel safe, though you were going to have to be more careful around his temper in the future.

“Did ya mean what you said then?” You looked up at him, confusion evident on your face, “You said you like me, is that true?”

You nodded, leaning into his touch even more, “I do, I like it here, I want to stay with you.” You looked over to Vincent and added, “With all of you.”

Bo shifted, sitting next to you on the floor, pulling you into him, into a somewhat awkward hug, but a hug nonetheless, and you felt yourself relaxing further into his embrace.

“‘M sorry, I know I got a bad temper,” He was speaking so softly, almost as though he didn’t want people to hear what he was saying, he sounded so soft, so vulnerable, it wasn’t something you thought you’d ever say about Bo, “I’ll work on it, promise.”

You knew it’d be a hard promise for him to keep, that temper of his was bad, but you’d never heard Bo apologise before or admit to any wrongdoing, normally just justifying his temper and reactions. But you wanted to trust him, to believe him when he said he’d work on it, you could help him, you could be happy with him, you were sure of it.

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