#MY GIRLFRIENDS ARE ALL NEXT TO E/O IM SO HAPPY

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▬▬  enhypen headcanon - when their s/o pulls another member’s photocard

PAIRING. enhypen x reader

GENRE. fluff //  headcanon 

WARNINGS. N/A

A/N. i’m so sorry for not posting in literally forever, but i’m hoping i can start posting more consistently again.

# heeseung

will not let you find out that he’s jealous!! 

when you pulled jungwon’s photocard, he instantly fake smiled and cheered with you. 

but when you left the dorm that night, doom happened.

jkjk but he would go to jungwon’s room and rant to him about how sad he was that you were so excited about pulling his photocard

and jungwon’s flattered self did NOT help the situation.

“I just don’t understand...why does she have to pull your photocard? like..im her boyfriend!”

he THOUGHT he could trust jungwon with the secret...but nah, the next day, he found out that jungwon tattled to you. 

“aww, hee, why are you jealous? it’s not like they can help who’s photocard i get.”

“jealous? what? who said i was jealous?” 

“jungwon called me last night.” you laughed. 

“jungwon...” he annoyingly said, biting his lip. 

“dont worry, dont worry, i’ll pull your photocard eventually.” 

“you better”

# jay

tries to play it cool 

when you open your album and see the sunghoon photocard, you get all excited and immediately take a picture of it. 

you start texting sunghoon letting him know what you got. 

jay rolled his eyes while you were looking down and stole your phone before you could press ‘send’, “why all excited over it? it’s just a photocard?” 

“Pa-lease! you would totally have a different reaction if i got your photocard.” you raised your brow, “I’m right, aren’t i?”

“No..pfft, it’s just a photo. you can just look at us in person....” he started, “plus, he’s not that handsome.” he mumbled. 

“You are so jealous!” You teased, laughing. 

“Stop!!!” he whined. 

you composed yourself, patting his shoulder, “don’t worry, i have a whole collection of your photocards.” 

# jake 

will try to be happy for you

the poor boy would be soooo disappointed that you didn’t pull his photocard, not really jealous that you got jay’s, but just because he wanted you to pull his.

but seeing you so happy, he tried not to show it too much 

“oh my gosh, jay looks so cool in this one! i should put it into the scrapbook im making.” 

“yeah...that’s awesome, you really should!” 

sooner or later, you ended up finding out just how disappointed he was

so you went online and bought another album and another and another till you got Jake’s just so you could watch his face light up at it. 

he would give you many many many cuddles not knowing how many albums you bought so you could get his photocard in front of him. 

yeah, you’re a really good girlfriend.

# sunghoon

won’t skip a beat before rolling his eyes and snatching Heeseung’s photocard right from your hands.

Looks at you straight in the eyes with a raised brow and rips it leaving you SHOCKED!! 

like you just blink a couple times before taking it in then you open your mouth wide. 

“Sunghoon, what was that? I needed that photocard!!” 

“Needed?” He scoffed, “If you really need a photocard, I came prepared.” 

He pulls out his own photocard from his wallet and hands it to you. 

“Really? You keep your photocards in your wallet?” 

“I keep a supply” He shrugs, “In case there isn’t a mirror around and I want to see my handsome face.” 

“Oh my God...” 

# sunoo 

offended!! 

for real, he’s jealous and he won’t even try to hide it. 

when he saw your eyes “light up” when you pulled Jake’s photocard, he instantly went to sassy mode. 

“why do you look so happy?” he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes with his iconic disgusted face. 

“because i can add this to my jake collection!” you got up and ran to your room to add it to your “collection”. 

w i l l  c h a s e  a f t e r  y o u 

honestly, you knew he was jealous so you were just teasing him. why? cause it’s fun!

“WHAT JAKE COLLECTION!??!” 

will tickle you until you finally tell him you were just teasing him. 

he might sulk at you for a few hours, but he’ll be okay again if you just give him a few kisses. 

# jungwon

HE WILL BUY YOU ANOTHER ALBUM!!! 

he’s said before that he’s a jealous person and that just shows here

when you got a niki photocard, he didn’t really say anything at first

but a few days later you found another album come in the mail.

when you asked him WHY you had another album in the mail (not like you were complaining) he just shrugged it off and casually asked you to see who’s photocard you got. 

“Oh my gosh...you got me as your photocard!!! what a coincidence!!” 

“wonnie, the package looks like someone had opened it...” 

“must’ve came damaged...” he played it off. 

yeah, he may have rigged that one...but you’ll never find out.

# niki

starts acting like it’s their fault. 

will make snide comments right when you pull out Sunghoon’s photocard like it was your fault.

“you’re joking. why would you pull Sunghoon’s photocard, y/n?” he rolls his eyes. 

“Yes....that’s totally my fault.” you raised your brow sarcastically,  “Niki, I wasn’t even the one who BOUGHT the album!! you did!!” 

“hey now, don’t blame this crime on me!” he shook his head before taking the photocard away from you, “it’s neither of our faults. It’s actually sunghoons’.” He glared at his picture before standing up. 

“where are you going?” 

“giving this boy a lecture about letting my girlfriend pull his photocard.” 

“Niki, what? Sunghoon doesn’t even-”

“Shut!” 

And with that, niki left and gave sunghoon a long lecture. 

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[undercoverxs]

mik09to oh man, i swear, it's like you hopped out of my brain and brought out all the stuff ive been rambling and mulling over to my friend for the past week! it's so cool to see folks with similar thoughts and observations like this, from the imeeji thing to the potential of there being more than just one alter in his system! :D

mik09to also no worries at all, sorry for the confusion! you got the orekoto thing completely correct - my bad for not clarifying!

mik09to would love to know when you think his eyes feel fake, since im super curious on other takes on it 👁 im chewing on the possibility of a third too, since im conflicted between "its just mikoto and orekoto and im overthinking the duality motif" vs "the duality motif is a red herring and meant to make you think theres only 2"; lots of thoughts on this, but im definitely rambling enough as is. sorry for blowing up your notifs!

(( no I’m so happy to be indulged!! I’ve been able to talk with friends about it too, but I feel that it’s s o nice to find people outside the bubble with these thoughts!!

And man y e ah, the duality thing seems....... I don’t know how to take it. From my understandings, it seems way more common to have far more than two in a system. But from a writer’s perspective, especially with such limited screentime, I couldn’t blame them for keeping it minimal, especially if they’re trying to be true to life in other aspects. So the duality aesthetics, calling the next song “Double,” like... are you trying to mislead us or really just doing two......... Or, could... Mikoto and Orekoto be trying to get our attention off the third..?

I have.......... way too many thoughts on the possibilities with this song. I’ll go under readmore to feel a little cleaner

So, my idea of three first came from reading the song as though everyone in the system has a section to themselves. Operating on that, I wanted to separate them by music style--

First comes the heavy metal style, and we watch the murder. Keeping in mind the voice drama, and going with the idea that “Mikoto” is the murderer, this calls the desire to link this style of music to him.

But then we get this music, and we get the pleas to look at him more closely, and just... this doesn’t really match the vibe Orekoto gave off, yknow? But, maybe it’s just an act, by him or mikoto. But-- who exactly would this act be for? And how? With every other prisoner, even if they try to put on airs, it feels more like it’s because they themselves buy into those airs, at least a little. It still reflects something genuine in them. With the nature of extractions, it doesn’t seem like it should be possible, for the songs themselves to purposefully look es/the audience in the eye and say “No, no, that isn’t true.”

I've thought about the possibility that this is still Mikoto, though-- and rather than pleading to reconsider that he’s a killer, the possibility came up that he could be.. unaware that he’s part of a system? And begging “It must be a mistake, take a good look at me”, could instead be denial to that fact? Maybe, it’s on the table for me.

Bu t back to the three person theory-- uhhh I’ll refer to this one as ‘Aokoto’ :>

So. Whoever this is, we don’t get to see their eyes the first time this scene comes up, besides the first time they open them. Hard to read from that. But sort of plays into the added theory at the end of this post--

The second time it goes back to this motif-- my girlfriend jus t pointed this out like last night I love her It follows the mirror scene, and there’s...

One-- who’s in the mirror

Two-- who’s head bows

Three...?

The one in the mirror changed expressions far too quickly, and the one closer to us isn’t making that expression; if it were his reflection, his thumb should be reflected too..?

We come back to blue, and he falls back-- This look of horror feels genuine. Again, maybe it could be Mikoto, simply unaware and being confronted with his DID-- Or could be Aokoto, being confronted with everything.

As the water goes red, if we assume it’s blood/representation of the murder, then.... Well, if Mikoto killed someone, and Orekoto was cleaning up the mess, then they both would be pretty well aware, right? So what’s this expression for?

We cut to him in the bath, washing off the blood. An air around him that reads more like Orekoto to me, but I digress-- We go back to blue.

And here.

These eyes feel fake.

I don’t know what exactly it is about it-- his eyes, expression, movement, but here, all I can read as genuine about him is desperation, to sweep it all under the rug, to convince. Maybe it’s Aokoto trying to convince himself. Maybe it’s Mikoto or Orekoto trying to convince you.

Personally, I feel like it’s Mikoto now, but that’s just personal vibes. I think Mikoto puts on the act, loosely mimicking Aokoto’s sweeter presence

then drops it, issuing a sort of warning,

and Orekoto comes in at the very end, telling us that we’re done now.

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Maybe. I don’t know. I wish I knew a single thing about tarot cuz that might help.

But, my friends and I have been toying with the idea that Aokoto may have split off right after the murder-- An alter that’s meant to carry no stress at all, giving the body a few moments to just relax... Maybe? but that part’s not based on anything besides. there’s probably a lot of stress wrapped up in this boy.

-- Ah, I’m also leaning toward the idea that it was Aokoto who spoke for the first part of their interrogation with Es-- There could have been an act there too of course, but at times he just sounded... too genuinely confused, scared? It makes one wonder.

[tweekfilms]

one year, ten thousand bad moments (and good)

happy new years eve from the i caught l-o-v-e au

unironically this was the best new years eve that chase had ever had.

nine months ago he would have said it was the worst new years eve because he had no boyfriend, a million load of emotions, and a breakup that still stung

now he could say that 2022 wasn’t the worst year nor the best year, it was just ok

“CHASE” molly screamed

“woah you have a lot of energy tonight” chase laughed as molly just shrugged

“i always have a lot of energy and you should know this” molly said

“anyways what’s up” chase asked

“we’re going to do a cheesy resolutions and what we’re thankful for so join us on the couch” molly bolted to the couch

chase sat next to alex who just smiled and asked

“what were you thinking about”

“this whole year. thinking about how the things that seemed to unphase me really did impact me” chase explained

“well why don’t we start with you. what’s your resolution and what are you thankful for” alex said a little too loudly which caught the attention of everyone else

“well um thankful for a good support system, this year hasn’t been full of ups especially march and i just became broken but as the year progressed i met someone who became my biggest support system and the best person in my life” chase looked at alex and he blushed

“as for resolutions, learn to fully heal from things in the past” chase shrugged

“aww we love you” molly cooed

“anyways my turn. im thankful for you all and even though you all piss me off sometimes, you’re my best friends and as for resolutions, get into college” gert tried to act slightly indifferent but her tone said the opposite

“im thankful for three new friends i got to meet this year and for nico who became my girlfriend after years of pining. my resolution… stay friends with you all for the rest of my life” karolina went up next and nico just softly kissed her

“well since its my turn, obviously im thankful for you all but i want to give chase a special thanks for making me be a part of your family and to your mom for making my dad happy and ive always wanted a brother and now im glad i have one” nico spoke

“awww so you love me” chase teased

“shut it stein” nico rolled her eyes

“what’s your resolution nico” alex asked

“make karolina the happiest she’s ever been” nico just gave karolina a soft look to which she just kissed her

“well im thankful for this amazing group of friends and you all really make my day. as for my resolution, i just want to pass freshman year” molly had a handful of food in her mouth when she spoke

“well that leaves me, im grateful to everyone in this room for being my friend. um chase you came into my life in the most unexpected way but i couldn’t have asked for a better person to well be my boyfriend and thank you for being such a beam of light in my life” alex was blushing and so was chase

“and your resolution” nico asked

“come out to my parents hopefully” alex sighed nervously and chase just took his hand

they continued to share stories from the year and by the time the clock reached 11:59, everyone got up to countdown

when the clock hit 12:00, chase heard nico say

“HAPPY NEW YEAR BITCHES”

chase let no time go to waste and gave alex a kiss and he was surprised but eventually kissed him back

“damn” alex laughed

“i meant every word i said” chase reminded him

“i’m glad you’re starting off 2023 with a smile on your face” alex said thoughtfully

“because of you and everyone else in this room. you brought the light back in my life” chase smiled softly

“well are you ready for what the new year will bring” alex asked as he held out his hand to chase

“ready as i’ll ever” chase took his hand as they went back to their friends who were still smiling and laughing

2023 will be kind to him

[domesticateddog]

so quick update while im in his bathroom cleaning up while he lays down before we go shopping:

he broke up with me, admitted himself to the hospital again bc he was almost out of control manic and needed help

they gave him meds and pink slipped him, he callled me that night and told me im such a wonderful person to be around bc i love and understand him and don’t judge him for his disorder

we talk occasionally in the hospital bc of phone issues on both our ends and eventually he gets out and we make dinner plans

before the dinner he stops at my house out of the blue and is CLEARLY still manic (although not out of control) and says he just wants to be friends but he loves me non-romantically and he wants us to grow together but as friends and that he’s not attracted to me anymore

i cry several times and he hugs me a thousand times and tells me repeatedly that he loves me and we have dinner that night

he even calls in a date and hugs me CONSTANTLY, we have a great time despite how difficult and complicated my feelings are. we walk around town after eating and are literally overflowing with love for each other. we drop him off at his house and he walks me back to my car while holding my hand and telling me he loves me, but we’re still “friends”. i cry in the car on the way home.

next morning he invites me out to lunch with his mom and introduces me as his “friend and ex-girlfriend Natalie”. ouch. this is the first time i’ve met her in person aside from briefly at the hospital in february when i didn’t know who she was at the time. we eat lunch and he gushes over me and is so happy and positive and HYPER and he hugs me every couple minutes. at o e point his mom leaves to sue the bathroom and i compliment him on something and he looks at me with such LOVE in his eyes, says the sweetest thank you and starts to lean in for a kiss then stops himself abruptly and gets visibly frustrated with himself. he puts his head in his hands and says “i just was about to kiss you…” like he broke a rule that he made up. i told him it’s ok to feel that way, do what feels natural don’t listen to these rules that you’ve put in place if you don’t want to.

side note and long story short: he’s VERY religious right now and has all these weird made up rules for himself at the moment. it’s part of mania and he did this last time, although to a lesser degree.

we go to the mall and it’s like taking a hyperactive puppy or toddler, he wants to TOUCH AND BUY AND SMELL AND TALK TO EVEEEERYOOONE!!!! his mom and i had to physically steer him away from things like buying a big fucking hideous $750 golden cross from the jewelry store and every other fucking store lol

he complements me several times and hugs me again and again. i whisper in his ear during a particularly loving/long hug “if you make me cry in front of your mom i’ll kill you”. we both laugh.

we leave the mall and he gives me an expensive/pretty journal he bought while we were there and a special pen. i try to give it back but he won’t hear it. on the way home he wants his mom to stop several times so he can get out and pick up trash that has blown away in the severe winds outside.

we get to his house, he makes us do a group hug and tells us he loves us. his mom leaves and we immediately go and pickup tons and tons of branches that fell in the street bc he suddenly wants to have a giant bonfire and invite the entire neighborhood and everyone’s family to his dads house. (most of his family are scattered in different states).

i go with the flow for the most part but im trying to steer him away from reckless spending and going out with the random people he met at the mental health center who want him to fucking pay for their hotel room (LONG STORY (sort of)). he is so naive, gullible and almost-childlike right now it’s crazy. but he’s so positive, energetic and happy and he justwants to help EVERYBODY and dive right into absolutely everything right now. but he’s doing too much too soon. and this isn’t even everything this is the SHORT version. i didn’t even mention the cleaning business he wants us to open or how he wants to marry me and become right with god.

he’s coming down from his euphoria slowly but surely thanks to the heavy duty meds he’s on but it’s still juuuust keeping his head above water.

SO we get home, clean up the entire yard, and he keeps getting in my face jokingly, and whispering things in my ear and the sexual tension is so strong…. his lip accidentally brushed mine and he acts like i shocked him and goes “oh no our lips touched!” like BRO. YOU HAVE LITERALLY BEEN INSIDE ME HUNDREDS OF TIMES! so i shrugged it off and went “oh well it’s ok don’t worry about it” but secretly i was happy. our chemistry is go good together i knew he’d come around, it’s inevitable.

we have such fun the rest of the day and eventually we go on a walk and he starts telling me how good we are together, how GREAT our chemistry is and how we should get married one day. this is the same day where he called me his ex-girlfriend btw. we hold hands on the walk and we stop at a picnic table to read some books we found and he calls me his FIANCÉE and i remind him of the ex-girlfriend thing and he goes something like “yeah i know but the word girlfriend doesn’t cover it bc you technically WERE my ex-girlfriend you’re my FIANCÉE” and he gets all excited.

we walk back to the house holding hands and he again talks about how rare it is for people to have such good chemistry together like we do and how we understand and support each other so much and then he starts kissing me. we kiss for 30 seconds or so and then walk home. i was on cloud 9. i knew this would happen lol

we get home and eventually after chilling we start making out hardcore again and i can just feel how much he wants me but eventually i stop, caress his face and ask “is this such a good idea…?” and he agrees it’s not so we stop. although we continue kissing on and off and then i go home after we tell each other “i love you” several times.

TO BE CONTINUED…..

[manjiroro]

Hellooooooo💚 I have been following your tumblr a while and your writing it so amazing! Can I please request peh-yan, mikey, Smiley (Nahoya),and chifuyu who has a Fem s/o who is kind and polite who is liked by many she meets and put other people’s needs in front of their own,but they look very boyish and have a very masculine appearance,always getting asked out by girls and people always misgendering them and it makes them very sad ~this is my very first time putting in a request so I would be very happy if you could do it💚

their fem s/o looking masculine

characters: peh-yan, mikey, smiley, chifuyu

content: fluff, fem reader, cursing

helloo theree! thank you for requesting and thank you so much for the compliment! im so glad you like my writing :3 im so sorry for the delay and i apologise if its inaccurate to the characters and/or if its short but i hope you still enjoy this~ the headcanons are after the cut!

p e h - y a n

we know this man can be direct, but he can be very defensive about his friends

he’s super caring for you like im willing to say this man will do anything to make you happy

he loves how sweet and charming you are, he sometimes wonders how he managed to get you

he doesnt really care of what people think about you looking masculine, he just loves you for who you are

but there was once, the both of you were on a date and all of a sudden a girl comes up to you shyly, asking for your number

to which you decline and explain to her that you are actually a girl and that you’re on a date with your boyfriend

the girl was obviously taken back, but she apologises and quickly ran away

peh yan may not be the smartest, but he could sense that you werent like your usual self

he’s gonna be SUPER concerned

"hey babe, you okay?"

but because you dont want to be a bother to him, you just smile at him and tell him that you’re okay

he'll probably believe you the first time but after a while he noticed a pattern of you being upset when someone mistakes you for a boy

one day, he shows up at your place because you cancelled on a date with him, not wanting to be mistaken for a boy again

he was worried since it wasn’t normal for you to cancel on dates

"babe, you look upset recently, tell me what’s bothering you, please?"

that’s when you pout, with tears welling up in your eyes and you tell him that you feel upset that people keep mistaking you for a boy

after hearing that, peh yan will try his best to comfort you, bringing you into a hug and reassuring you

"babe, what they think doesn’t matter, you’re still my perfect girlfriend in my eyes, if anyone misgenders you, i'll beat them up."

you giggled at him while telling him that it wasn’t necessary to beat them up but you were still appreciative of him

yall will be having a movie date at your house and he'll do his best to make you happy by spending time with you and telling you how much you mean to him <3

m i k e y

mikey loves you so much, he loves your charm and how you mange to make him smile without even doing anything

literally your presence just makes him so calm and happy

a plus is that you’re very caring towards him, he loves it when you would always check and tend to his injuries after every fight

but mikey is very observant and he is well aware of you being upset whenever someone misgenders you

there was once you looked very sad, almost on the verge of tears when you met up with him after school

of course, he was very concerned and tried getting you to talk to him but you would always brush him off, saying that it was nothing serious

he eventually gave up on asking since he knows its useless to keep asking you

he knows you didn’t want to bother him with your problems

that’s one thing he doesn’t like about you, the fact that you place your needs last

so yall will continue hanging out until the day ends but he tried to make you happy by giving you more affection than usual dont worry his usual affection is a lot too

but the next day he shows up at your place with a bag of snacks, sweets and pastries

you’re confused of course, but you still let him in

mikey would probably not ask you what happened immediately. he would make you happy by spending time with you first then once youre all calm, he'll ask

"babe, darling, tell me what happened yesterday please? i'm worried."

you tried brushing him off again but he places his hands on your shoulders, to make you look straight at him

that’s when you accept defeat and tell him about how people keep misgendering you and that you felt upset over it

he sighs and brings you into a hug, he'll lie down so you’re on top of him, and he'll stroke your hair

"babe, don’t worry about them, i don’t care about how you look like and you’re still my pretty girlfriend regardless, if anyone makes such a comment again, i'll fight them."

you sigh and tell him that it wasn’t necessary but his words still comforted you either way and you snuggled into his chest

yall ended up sleeping, afterwards he'll drive you around on his bike to go buy more taiyaki <3

s m i l e y

he’s SUPER protective of his brother so im sure he would be protective of his s/o too

i know he would NOT hesitate to beat someone up for you

since you’re literally so precious to him and he enjoys the attention you give him whenever you’re concerned for him

he knows that you get upset when people misgender you he just doesn’t want to bring it up to make you more upset

one day, yall are out on a date and were linking arms, but you can hear people mumbling if you were a boy or not and if you were smiley’s relative

you were quite heartbroken but didn’t want to say anything since you didnt want to trouble them or make nahoya cause a scene

but the boy heard it anyway and stomped over to the group of people mumbling about you

“what the fuck did you just say about my girlfriend huh?”

there was a noticeable irk mark on his forehead as he cracks his knuckles but still having that same closed eyed smile on his face

the group of people were frightened and they started apologising to him

you had to come in and quite literally drag him away before he starts beating someone up in the middle of a busy street

you managed to calm him down while walking and once he’s calm, he’ll ask you about how you feel immediately

“are you okay? i know you get upset when people misgender you but you’re no different to me. you’re still my girlfriend no matter how you look like.”

you smile at him, feeling reassured by his words

he’ll bring you back to your place and end up cuddling with you to make you feel better

when you guys go out, you have to keep an eye on him or else he’s gonna run off and beat someone up if he manages to hear someone talking smack about you

but you know his intentions were pure and that he just wants you to be happy <3

c h i f u y u

this boy is gonna be very loyal to you

he started tagging you around initially because you helped him in school and he thinks youre a really nice person

he started having feelings for you and he ended up confessing so here yall are

he likes showing you off and likes to brag about how you’re so kind to people and you’re the sweetest person he’s ever met

he loves you for who you are and not looks so he never really noticed that you looked masculine

so he was kind of taken back when he found out you got upset over someone mistaking you for a boy

it happened when the both of yall were out on a date when an elder came up to you two to ask for help

“excuse me young boys, could you help me with something?”

of course you went to help the elder but you pouted and corrected him that you are girl and not a boy

chifuyu noticed how you looked upset and will most definitely do something with you to cheer you up

he would prob bring you to the playground or an empty park to hang out with you and try to cheer you up

the both of you would be on the swing swinging together when he starts to talk

“babe, don’t be upset about it, i’ve never thought about your looks and i love you for who you are as a person”

that cheered you up a little and you felt more reassured by his words

he’s your personal hype man but after that incident be prepared to receive even more compliments

if someone were to misgender you, he would just drag you away despite your protests on how it’s too rude to just walk away

he’ll bring you to your favourite places and buy you your favourite food to make you happy

he tries his best to make you smile at the end of the day <3

❥ masterlist

[angelthebedsheet]

Can you do a zuko x male reader or gender neutral. It could be about the reader witnessing the agni Kai and watching zuko get banished. The reader tries to go with zuko but zuko doesn’t want the reader to get hurt. Years later they meet at the boiling rock. You can take it from there. I love your writings and I’ll keep supporting you 💕

a/n: oooooh! thank you anonnie!! i appreciate your requests!!!

lets get it!

okay so you and zuko were TURTLEDUCK BUDDIES

attached to the hip basically

azula HATED how close you two were bc hello she’s right here???

i mean you and zuko trained together

fed ducks together

best buds

you knew you liked zuko alot but you didn’t understand?

like you started to get flustered around him

same with zuko

and azula was PLOTTING NOW

she doing a think rn with one of her BRILLIANT ideas 😐

“oh n/n! zuzu! come play a game with us!”

zuko’s flight or fight reflexes are triggered and he’s ready to DIP

but you r unfortunately intrigued

“oh okay ‘zula! cmon zu!”

cue azula’s smug lil grin

she puts an apple on your head and makes you stand in front of the fountain

you’re like ???? is this the game?

azula’s like it is n/n it’ll be fine

it was NOT fine

she damn near burnt you to a crisp if it wasnt for zuko tackling you into the fountain

now azula, ty lee and mai are LAUGHIN

but we all know mai lwk a lil jelly

you and zuko are embarrassed as fuck

you both are soaked and he’s hovering over you

mr zuzu looking real pretty

he just turns red and pulls you up before running away

zuko is like ???? boys are cute especially this one???

you two still remained close after this incident

two lil gays boys who are trying to not crush on e/o

(im sorry the only thing i can think about when i think of zuko is his gay ass lil scream in the prototype pilot episode)

(nigga said wwAHHH)

anyways

azula teased you about zuko speaking out against a general and their dad is angry and you’re like oh shit

suddenly you arent allowed to visit zuko anymore

and you’re like wtf no no let me in

the guards said no

you’re so paranoid too

is he okay?

what fully happened?

soon the agni kai is announced to happen

and you are seated next to iroh and azula

you’re clutching onto your pants as you watch zuko walk into the arena

you really dont want him to get hurt

your eyes widened as you watched zuko’s father walk into the arena and your heart drops

zuko is clearly surprised and frightened

tears are rolling down your cheeks bc you are so so so scared for him

iroh covers your eyes as he looks away when zuko got burned and you could feel your heart break as you listened to his cries of pain

you cried out as iroh pulled you into a hug

you and iroh immediately rushed to the infirmary to get to zuko

you push past those guards and nurses bc you are on a MISSION

aint nobody getting in your way like this bc you will STOMP they asses out

you are not leaving his side

“z-zu are you okay? can you hear me?”

“m-m/n? where are you? i cant see”

zuko is starting to panic due to the fact his left eye is patched close

you hold his hand “i’m right here zu. shh im here”

he’s so overwhelmed too poor baby

“u-uncle? w-where is he?”

“right here zuko.”

you help him sit up and he grabs a mirror immediately

he frowns at his reflection

“you’re still handsome zuko.” you said

iroh pretended to not see that blush that sat on zuko’s cheeks

“i-i’ve been banished, m/n.”

“what?”

“i’m banished from here. the only way i can come back is if i capture the avatar.”

“but he’s been gone for years zuko! let me come with you”

“no! it’ll be too dangerous”

“how? we trained together! grew up together? how is it too dangerous?”

“no m/n! i dont want to lose you!”

“you wont lose me zuko.”

“you dont know that. you arent coming with me.”

you and him went back and forth

after he shaved his hair and was about to board his boat you pulled him away

then you confessed right then and there

i mean you didnt know when you’ll see him again

“i like you zuko. more than a friend”

“what?”

“i like you.”

“are you for real? this isnt a joke right? like azula didn’t put you up to this?”

“no she didnt.”

“oh thank the spirits. i like you too.”

and yall have this lil awkward ass kiss

just a short lil peck?

i mean yall are 12/13 and two boys you think they gonna go all out tonguing niggas? lmao

you two hug before iroh calls him over

“i’ll wait for you zuko”

“i’ll try my best.”

and he’s gone

over the years zuko was gone he was so sad

“if i capture the avatar i can come back to the fire nation and m/n”

but clearly the whole LeMmE cAtCh tHe AvAtAr thing was dropped when he got that glow up

(neya said 🦋🦋🦋🦋 whenever they look at zuko cmon NOW.)

now they’re otw to boiling rock

“my first girlfriend turned into the moon.”

“that’s rough buddy.”

and sokka’s like you ever dated someone before?

zuko’s like..... two people?

“that knife throwing girl?”

“her and m/n. though we never got to date bc at the time i was literally banished. i miss him alot though.”

bi king ✨

“what if he’s at the boiling rock?”

“then i’ll find him.”

sokka’s like yes my man get your MANS

“okay so we look for my dad, suki and your husband”

“he’s not my husband sokka.”

“..... my dad, suki and your husband”

“omfg shut your trap.”

these pair of himbos finally get inside and are on a MISSION

sokka’s like heheheeh suki time

KAJDJAJDJJSKDJF

zuko’s hopeful that you’re here or at least alive

after sokka and suki have their lil reunion zuko wanders off and asks around

“do you have a prisoner by the name of m/n?”

“why do you ask, newbie?”

“uhhh the warden sent me to him.”

“oh. there.” pointing to a door

zuko has to CONTAIN the excitement and nods before speed walking off

he throws open that door so quickly

you on the other hand is ready to rumble “i TOLD YOU I DONT FUCKING HAVE IT”

zuko just closes the door behind him and takes off his helmet

you’re like hol up wait wait zuko????

and he nods with a big ol grin on his face

you just hug him so fucking tight

maybe there were some tears shed

you pick him up and twirl him around

zuko’s like holy SHIT

and you pull back to just look at him

“you’re still as handsome as i remember you, zu.”

“so are you, n/n...”

he’s just so awestruck

the person he has been looking forward to seeing for 3/4 years is right infront of him

yall just kiss

sokka now gotta pull a zuko and bang on that door

“yALL DOING THINGS IN THERE??? HURRY UP”

“shut UP sokka”

zuko puts his helmet back on and grabs your hand

yall finally dip and are otw tf outta there

“oh shit zuko he’s cute”

“back off”

“im happy with suki relax sir”

zuko is clingy and was hugging you the whole time

not that you minded bc you missed him dearly

when yall got back and he introduces you

the group minus toph is like “ZUKO’S GAY????”

toph is like “I FUCKING CALLED IT”

alls well

except for the fact zuko wouldnt let you go anywhere by yourself

[toko-writing-imagines]

Could I request Chihiro, Mikan, Ibuki, and Miu (separately) comforting their S/O who’s worried that they’ll fail their math class?

This,, this request is something I can relate to a lot

This ended up as some sort of comfort since I usually scrape by barely in math- Im more of the literature type

Anyways, hope you like it!! ♡ (also these became longer than expected whoops-)

Chihiro, Mikan, Ibuki, and Miu comforting their s/o who's worried that they'll fail their math class

【Chihiro Fujisaki】

• His feelings are generally based on your emotions. Like if you are sad, he'd be sad too

• He noticed how you seemed worried about some sort of thing. You are usually quite cheerful, contrasting his shy personality, but that wasn't quite the case for today

• Once it was just you two alone, Chihiro asked you why you seemed to be so worried

• You seemingly broke down, telling him you are worried that you might fail your math class

• He hugged you, a reassuring smile on his face while he calms you down. You are in lucky because he is really good with numbers (He is the Ultimate Programmer)

• So he offers to tutor you so you can understand in any of the stuff you need help in!

• You feel so happy, and so lucky to have someone as kind and sweet as him. And so now you two study dates together and go over any math material you don't understand, and he helps you with it!

【Mikan Tsumiki】

• Mikan is always one to notice some kind of change or shift in anyone's mood

• So once she sees that you are worried about something, it ends up worrying her as well

• Did she do something? Did she mess something up? Are you thinking of breaking up with her? Oh the thoughts were endless and just kept on coming

• But since she's learning to not jump into any conclusions, she decided to ask you on what's on your mind instead

• "H-hey S/O?,, um,, I noticed you seemed to be worried about something,, A-and if you need someone to listen or anything, t-then I'm here for you."

• You apologized for making her worried and told her that you are just worried about possibly failing your math class

• Oh? Just math class? She breathes a sigh of relief that it's no related to her or anything close to her thoughts

• She's really good with numbers! So if you want then she can help! She loves feeling useful to people, especially when it comes to you

• You take up on her offer, so now you don't have to worry about math class anymore, and your nurse girlfriend can feel useful (and happy) helping you

【Ibuki Mioda】

• lmao this girl is probably failing math too or close to it

• Ibuki would immediately know your situation, she can just sense your worries (and because shes with you almost 24/7)

• This hyperactive musician never wants to see you worried, since you two are always bouncing from one place to the next with positive vibes

• Albeit she isn't exactly the best at comforting, she is great at distractions!! Math isn't something that's worth worrying about anyways

• Ibuki would basically do anything if it means that your focus is on something else besides some math class. Wanna listen to music? She's down for it. Maybe you just wanna listen to her talk? Cool she's got so much to say anyways!

• The possibilities for distractions from her are pretty much endless

• Plus if it makes you feel better, she's on the same boat as you. Math was never really Ibuki's strong suit, but she never let that put down her mood

• So you two can worry about math together! But for now it's not the time to worry about it

• Right now, you just get to spend time with your wonderful girlfriend

【Miu Iruma】

• Lets just say - comforting people isn't her specialty, to you or anyone in general

• But even then, she is determined to cheer you up, no matter what the source of your sadness may be

• Usually, you would go to her directly for any sort of help that's in her field of speciality

• Today, however, you were hesitant. You needed someone to just vent too, but is the Ultimate Inventer herself, your proud and cocky girlfriend, really the best person to do so?

• You go to her anyways, and tell her about your worries

• And as expected, she laughs and says a snarky comment or two (but it's all in good fun)

• Don't worry though! This gorgeous girl genius has a plan to help you get rid of these worries

• She would show off any of her latest inventions to you, ranting on about how it works and its functions. Plus if you really want, you can test a few out for her (or just to mess with them)

• But if that doesn't work then you would get hugs and kisses, maybe a few cuddles by the end of the day!

• And if anything, she could help you in math if you reallyyyyy need it

• You sure are lucky that your girlfriend is always their for you

❀•°•═══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═══•°•❀

I swear I didn't plan these to be long- I just had so many i d e a s

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading them!! I tried hard to make them original as can be

Feel free to request anything, my inbox is always open! ♡♡

~ Mod Toko 💜

[brelione]

Dating JJ and Rafe Alphabet

A-Affection. These boys are probably the most affectionate out of the pogues and the kooks, always needing reassurance that you werent just a dream. One of them was always holding you in some way, a hand in your back pocket, kisses pressed to your neck and forehead when you made breakfast, hugs from behind when you made coffee. One of the boys will always drive and you always end up leaning against the other in the backseat.

B- “Babe.”One of them would grumble, grabbing the back of your shirt and pulling you back into bed, arms around you as they leaned against your shoulder.

C-Cuddling. You end up either sandwiched between them or under JJ’s arm while Rafe uses your thighs as pillows.

D- Dates. Rafe’s the planner, JJ is the driver and you just do what you’re told. “Before you ask what you have to wear, I think you should wear that cute striped shirt that you have over like the white shirt, right? But then you can wear your overall shorts with it.”JJ suggested.

E- Everything. Although they can be goofy sometimes they always let you know that they love you. “You’re my everything...you know that?”Rafe would ask, JJ nodding in agreement as he leaned forward to kiss you.

F- “Fuck….”JJ grunted, gripping your hips tightly as he came, Rafe’s eyes on the two of you. “Hmm….you should keep going, show her how good she is.”Rafe suggested, ghosting his fingertips over your cheek. “You’d like that, wouldnt you?”Rafe whispered.

G- Game nights. In the beginning of the relationship it was just a way to calm tensions but its become much more intense than ever intended.

“YOURE A WHORE, JJ!” “NO IM NOT!” “NINE KIDS! NINE! AND YOU THREW ONE AWAY!” “Rafe, sit down.” “NO! WHERE’D HE GET TEN? NOT FROM YOU!”

H- Hugs. At least twenty a day and sometimes you even get picked up and dragged out to the car to go to a coffee shop.

I- “I love you.” “I love you too.”

“I love you.” “I love you too.”

“I love you.” “Okay.” “EXCUSE ME?”

J- “JJ, go to sleep.” “But cannibalism isnt-” “JJ!”

K-Kinks. Between the two of them you cant walk the next day. You’ll get spanked, tied up, blind folded, overstimulated, degraded, bitten. 

L-Learning. You learn new things about them everyday. JJ likes to wear dresses and dance around the house when hes alone, Rafe has a passion for adult coloring books and JJ ran an Avengers fan account when he was 14.

M-McDonalds. You guys go to McDonalds every Saturday and get happy meals, sit in the car and listen to early 2000s music.

N-NSFW. A lot of your texts are very….inappropriate. JJ accidentally opened a text from you when he was around the pogues and he still gets teased about it.

O- Orange picking. It was something that JJ had planned, the three of you getting into the truck one afternoon with a basket and spending the entire afternoon picking eachother up to reach oranges on the high branches.

P- Pranks. They pranked eachother at the beginning but now they work together to prank you. Nothing too serious, usually hiding your hair ties or putting them  in the pockets of your pants.

Q-Questions. You guys get a lot of weird glances and questions. Mainly from old white women. “Honey, your girlfriend is kissing another boy.” “Yeah, her boyfriend.” “No, no. She’s kissing another boy. She’s your girlfriend.” “Yeah, hes also her boyfriend.” “No hes not.” “Yes, he is. We’re both dating her.” “No youre not.” “Yes we are.” “No.” “Yes.”

R- Rides. A lot of car rides dont go anywhere, just driving down the quiet roads at night and enjoying eachothers company.

S-Shoes. They have a problem with accidentally putting on eachothers shoes or not putting on any at all. Half the time you have to remind them to put on shoes before you leave the house.

T-Texts. The groupchat is so chaotic. “What do you guys want from the grocery store” “A mother” “Tortillas” “JJ, seriously” “I seriously want a mother” “(Y/N) can be your mommy”

U- Unicorns. It was an inside joke since you had a unicorn snow globe in your bedroom and now whenever they see a unicorn on anything they buy it for you.

V-Videos. The amount of videos that they have of you dancing around the kitchen, driving and running around is ridiculous. They might have some interesting videos as well.

W- “You’re so wet for us and we havent even done anything yet.”

Z- Zombie movies. They have this obsession with zombie movies and shows and they always get scared after watching them. Rafe even started working on a secret room in the basement and wants to build underground tunnels just in case of an apocalypse.  

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[arhvste]

hc for kenma and fem reader, that’s been friends w hinata since middle school and goes to karasuno, like how would they meet, how would they confess, first date etc. can the reader also be a first year. but doesn’t play volleyball she just watched hinata sorry if that doesn’t make sense

we’re all soft for kenma hours 🙈

also there's a lot to consider and include here so this is going to be a little longer than my usual hcs posts 

-

KENMA WITH A FIRST YEAR S/O HE MEETS THROUGH HINATA

you’ve been friends with hinata since your first day of middle school when you got sat next to the excitable volleyballer 

you both ended up attending karasuno high much to his delight

when he’s not with his volleyball team he’s with you telling you everything about it since you don’t play the sport yourself 

you know all the rules and basics by now by attending enough of his practices and games

so hinata has just come back from the training camp that he attended in tokyo

he is telling you all about the new techniques and he’s worked on and all the new people he’s met

“there was this biiiggg third year! he’s captain of fukurodani and one of the top 4 aces in japan!!”

“uh huh”

“and his friend was captain of the rival team we want to play in nationals, another big third year with weird bed hair!”

“sounds like you met a lot of new friends”

“yup! but one of my new favourite friends is the setter of the team we want to play in nationals, his name is kenma, he’s a second year and he’s super quiet but he’s a real good player!”

hinata shows you a picture he took with this kenma 

there next to one of your closest friends stood a boy with long blonde hair, his dark roots showing but somehow it made his whole look all the more attractive, golden feline eyes and a gentle shy smile as he looked up at the camera.

now, while you’re thinking about how cute kenma is, hinata is actually watching you

you see, unbeknownst to you, the little middle blocker had mentioned you on several occasions to his new friend

something about kenma made hinata think of you while he was in tokyo

so he felt the need to talk all about you to him to which kenma listened to intently 

so there’s a practice match against nekoma coming up

obviously you go because you want to support your friend

you literally forget all about kenma and how he plays for nekoma

honestly hinata tells you all about every single new friend he meets wherever he goes

so it’s hard to keep track of who is who and where everyone comes from

but the picture of kenma comes flashing back when you see him out on the court

hinata wasn’t lying

he was a good player

he seems like he isn’t that into it but you can tell he’s calculating his moves to be precise 

very much a contrasting character compared to the rest of his outgoing team

nekoma end up winning by one set but it’s only a friendly practice match so all is well

you go down to congratulate hinata and the rest of the team

and hinata is there with kenma chatting happily while the shy setter is smiling and nodding slightly 

you make your way over to hinata and he notices you and his smile beams even brighter

“kenma look! this is y/n the friend i told you all about! isn’t she pretty?!”

you’re blushing and so is kenma 

brief introductions are done between the two of you and before you know it hinata is off to go and annoy kageyama 

you’re left there standing with the rivalling team’s setter

at first the atmosphere is awkward but kenma actually speaks up first

“so... you’re friends with shoyo he's told me a lot about you”

“all good things i hope”

kenma lets out a small smile and your heart flutters slightly

“all good things”

you and kenma actually have a pretty good conversation from there and end up exchanging social handles

from there your friendship begins properly 

tagging each other in memes

late night texting 

kenma even convinces you to indulge in a few games he himself plays

kuroo notices kenma has been smiling at his phone more lately

“new game?”

“no”

“ohoho? no game? is it a girl?~”

“y/n from karasuno”

kenma is so blunt dhfshdfgsdugsdfu

kuroo is sitting there like 👁💧👄💧👁

“you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend i thought we were best friends”

“she isn’t my girlfriend”

“do you want her to be though?”

kenma is silent 

you are the first girl he has actually felt comfortable with 

you guys have been friends for a good 3 months now 

maybe he did want you to be his girlfriend but he isn’t sure how to go about confessing 

one night the two of you are up playing animal crossing together 

it’s 2am and neither of you feel like sleeping 

you’re ready to go catch some fish but you check your mail box first and see a letter from kenma 

it says ‘come over to my island i have something to show you’

you notice kenma is online

when is he not online?

his gates are usually open around these hours for people selling turnips or whatever 

so you make your way over to kenma’s island and his little character is waiting fro you outside the airport

then he calls you over the phone to which you answer

the two of you are just casually talking and gently laughing with each other until kenma speaks up

“follow me”

he says quietly through the phone 

so your little animal crossing characters and running around the screen until kenma leads you to a patch of gold roses

gOLD ROSES hufgugfegbfgu rich boy tings 

“KENMA YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU GOT GOLD ROSES WTF??”

and in the middle of the patches of roses you see a personalised sign 

you guys know the ones im talking about right? the little boards you can make and decorate around your island 

n e ways 

‘y/n, will you be the cyrus to my reese’

that’s so fuckin cute ily kenma fhjdfd

so after you read it you have the biggest smile on your face

“of course i will kenma!”

he is smiling so hard rn 

ugh you’re official now yes bitches

hinata is e c s t a t i c when he find out 

kuroo is so mf smug but he’s so proud of kenma 

the first chance you get you go to visit tokyo to see your new boyfriend 

the two of you go to a cat cafe 

and then you guys are strolling through a park and feed the ducks 

and then you guys go back to kenma’s house for take out 

you’re both playing animal crossing, smash bros, mario kart etc 

at the start of the day kenma is so nervous  

but you make him feel so comfortable the nerves wash away

but anyways y’all are thriving playing your games 

kenma isn't huge on pda but he does acknowledge the fact you don’t get to see each other too often so he will be open to cuddling 

you’re resting your head on his shoulder while you play though

nothing to crazy you guys are taking it slow after all

your aunt lives in tokyo so you’ll be staying with her for the night

so neither of you have to worry about weirdos on the train at night 

so it gets to about 10:45 and you and kenma decide to call it a night 

this shy baby gives u a soft kiss before you go

he is so soft fjahfk

after that date there are many more to come 

as well as hinata’s matches you also some to watch kenma play whenever you can

the nekoma team love you

they’re so happy their precious kenma has finally found someone outside of volleyball who makes him happy 

you’re basically shared between both teams now 

nationals who are you gonna cheer for tho lmao 

i honestly think when kenma finds the right one he’ll stay with her 

like he doesn’t open up easily so when he knows he’s found the one he will absolutely feel more comfortable in opening up and being more vulnerable 

kenma wasn’t really bothered about love and relationships before 

but thanks to you he’s glad he stepped out his comfort zone

because besides the family he’s got in volleyball 

he also has you know 

and you’ve taught him a new form of love 

-

requests are open!!

[marshmellowfluff221]

"Can I kiss you?"

Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Kenma, Tendou, Bokuto, Akaashi

Warning: Fluff, too much of it

Tsukki is a minimalist when it comes to affection in public

He avoids it if he can

But sometimes he tolerates holding your hand

Sometimes he even brings your intwined hands into his jacket pocket

He's lowkey touch starved

like this boy wants you to be clingy so he can act like he hates it

when in reality he loves it

anywho

occasionally you'll meet him after his practice to walk home

it's late so he insists you guys walk home together

your extracurricular activities keep you late anyways, so it's convenient

sometimes he's still cleaning up the gym so naturally you go to help him

when the two of you get into the storage room to put away the supplies you stop him before he can walk back out

"Can I kiss you?"

he just stares at you

on the inside he's melting because lowkey the way you said it was so cute

he just goes "tsk fine"

and leans down for you

"Can I get one more?" :))))

"No." He'd leave that room so quick

but his face is so red after that

he'd ask you this question before he'd kiss you every time

Yamaguchi is so cute- I can't

sosbdkdnsajks

Before a game-

"Can I get a kiss?" "Of course you can"

After a game-

"Y/n can I kiss you?" "You don't need to ask."

While cuddling-

"Can I get a kiss?" "Yams you can always have a kiss."

literally so cute

your heart just explodes when he asks you

he asks so much so that you started asking him-

"Yams can I get a kiss?"

He'd get so flustered like- sbosbdodbsns

ofc he'd say yes

You two are just adorABLE

so like one game Yamaguchi was doin his thing and bam, scores a few points in a row

He looks so happy that when you guys meet after the game neither of you ask before locking lips

then he'd pull away and apologize and be like

"I'm sorry I didn't ask-"

literally acts like a baby

he'll whine for kisses

"Y/nnn pwease? Just one kiss?" "No."

Iwa would be so annoyed because Oikawa would do this every time you would walk him to practice

and you never gave in-

like he'd stand in the doorway of the gym and wait there like 😗

and Iwa would tell you to duck as he threw a ball at Oikawa

As time went on Oikawa got smarter about it and tried to use reverse psychology

he'd walk in the gym with you and sigh loudly and just be like

"Bye Y/n I don't want a kiss today."

He'd peek over his shoulder to see your reaction and you'd just be like

k

and walk out

another method he tried was a cockier attitude

"I know you wanna kiss me, you were saying so last night." wink "I think you're talking about yourself."

after a month of Oikawa trying to get a kiss, one faithful day, it happened

the two of you walked into the gym

Iwa had a ball ready to throw

you turned around and said, "Can I get a kiss?"

This boy was shocked

"Wait that's my line." "I mean if you don't want a kiss..." "Nononono I do."

And you'd give him a peck on the lips- but oh no that's not enough

He grabs your waist and pulls you close to him as he reconnects your lips for a PROPER kiss

and then it went back to rejecting his kisses

This dude is incapable of kissing you on the spot

Like he wants to kiss you so badly sometimes but he doesn't wanna just go for it

ya know

he's lowkey insecure like he doesn't know if its the right time for it

Sometimes he just goes for it and you're like

"Iwa~ didn't know you had it in you"

and he'd get all flustered after that

anyways

so hes playing in a game right

and you're there supporting him, screaming his name

The game finishes, they win ofc

and you run down there to hug him even tho he's all sweaty and sticky

He has like no hesitation wrapping his arms around you right there and then

His head is in the crook of your neck, his hot breath on your skin as he calms down

and then you just whisper

"Can I kiss you?"

This dude perks up and looks at you with a slight smirk and he's like

"Can I kiss YOU?"

You laugh and nod as the two of you lock lips

He pulls back and buried his face back into your neck and just sighs

"I never know when to do that."

Honestly, when he wants a kiss he just goes for it

when you started dating tho that was a whole different story

he'd tease you and act like he's gonna go in for a kiss but actually is just reaching for something behind you

it'd get so annoying that you just grabbed his face one day and planted one on him right there and then

and every day after that he'd never tease you, he'd actually go for it

so one day you decide

hey, lemme bring some snacks for the team cause they do be working hard

so you called up the team manager and asked what you should bring

You got all the food together and went to the practice right on time

Everyone was literally so thankful

as they dug into the food Kuroo pulled you aside and said thanks and stuff and at that moment he looked so cute-

you just

"Can I kiss you Kuroo?"

You honestly weren't sure because you'd never kissed him in front of the team before like they knew you guys were dating but ya know

He smirked and a hint of blush spread across his cheeks as he nodded and leaned down to kiss you

On the outside this dude was all smug but on the inside he was abouta burst from how cute you looked when you asked him

he literally started asking you if he could kiss you because he found it so cute

Kenma honestly doesn't initiate kisses- on the lips

he'll kiss your cheek, your forehead, the top of your head

but rarely on the lips

he sees it as really intimate and he cherishes the moments you two kiss

You don't mind honestly

You love his small kisses on the cheek

in return you'd normally pepper his face with kisses and he'd blush like a mad man

so anyways

you two are hanging out

just enjoying each other's company when he goes

"Would you be opposed if I kissed you?"

You blink at him like

that was so cute your heart couldn't take it

You throw your arms around his neck and begin peppering his face with kisses- but not on the lips yet

when you pull back you smile like a dork

he's blushing furiously as he glances away

"so is that a yes?" "Of course it is."

and so he looks back at you and your lips connect

now when I said he cherishes the rare moments you guys kiss

i mean he CHERISHES them

like his hands go to your waist as your lips move against each other's

it's like a mini makeout session until one of you needs to breathe, then it's over

but still

it's cute

im a simp for tendou

This dude L O V E S kissing you

he can't get enough of you

when you first started dating he was so antsy about your guys first kiss that he just went for it and missed your lips completely

You found it cute tho- because it was

anyways after that he kissed you properly

every day to be exact

morning?

kiss

walking to class?

kiss

walking to practice?

kiss

walking home?

kiss

Just lookin cute?

kiss

so when you came to his practice guess what he did?

that's right, he asked if he could kiss you

Honestly that was the cutest thing he's ever said you were abouta jump his bones right there and then

Instead you just smiled and nodded

He pulled you close and kissed you with a little more passion than the other every day kisses

you pulled back- nah nvm you kissed him again

then he pulled back and gave you one final peck before running back to his team

ushijima was just there like "when did he get a girlfriend??????"

bokuto bokuto bokuto

This guy is so in love with you

but like Kenma, he savors kisses

Bokuto is more of a hugs and cuddles type of guy

Like he's always on you

His arm is either lazily draped over your shoulder or around your waist

Somtimes he just leans against you and he's content

anyways enough about cuddling

you guys are together one day, relaxing

Bokuto's head is in your lap as you sit on the sofa

Your hand rests on his chest and his hands cover yours

Your other hand occasionally runs through his hair

he's very content right now

but all of a sudden he's like

"Can I kiss you?"

and then goes 😙

And you're like absoLUtely and lean down and kiss him

the position is a lil awkward so he slowly gets up- he doesn't wanna accidentally pull away

and eventually you end up in his lap, his hands resting on your thighs and your arms around his neck and hands in his hair

when you finally pull away he gives you one last peck and then buries his face in your neck

and may or may not leave a kiss there too

Akaashi lowkey acts annoyed all the time so you're kinda scared to just spontaneously kiss him

You're not afraid to hold his hand or anything but kissing was different

usually after practice he comes out complaining about Bokuto having another mood swing

and thats when he really needs a kiss

but in your head you're like nah he's prob too annoyed rn

So you just link arms with him and listen to his story as you walk home

he takes note of this- like he's lowkey hurt

You can tell cause he doesn't text you that night

so the next day when you meet him after practice you just pop the question

"Can I kiss you?"

and he's lowkey like huh?

"Did you hear me or is that a no-"

But he cuts you off as he kisses you

When he pulls back he shrugs as he's like

"You don't have to ask."

[cattles-bians]

exes au part 14

post directory

obsetress:

obsetress: viola

em: holy shit

em: i think viola could hold a truly ridiculous number of things in her hands

em: danis like i have a little fanny pack right here- and violas like (turns up nose) absolutely not

obsetress: pre therapy viola during her relationship w dani: buys dani a birkin too, is like "here baby, so you don't have to use that fanny pack"

obsetress: dani's like "oh. i, um. like my fanny pack"

obsetress: viola therapy era after her relationship with dani: buys her a hermes fanny pack instead

obsetress: jamie rolls her eyes but dani is literally

em: i think a lot abt viola offering solutions completely unprompted n then being really offended when ppl dont take her up on it

em: pre therapy obvs

obsetress: SAME

obsetress: oh link is gross

obsetress: cost is grosser

obsetress: but viola lloyd dropping $2550 on a fanny pack for her ex gf? chefs kiss

---

obsetress: ok just remembered viola slouching or leaning or w/e n like

obsetress: brain practically applying that to exes au and imagining when and where she'd slouch n everyone's reactions to htat

obsetress: bc like she has perfect posture but when she chooses to do it it's a power move

obsetress: and i. hm

em: yeah

obsetress: viola sitting up stock straight when they first get to brunch and as soon as she's ordered her bloody mary shes pulling off her sunglasses and dropping them on the table and just sinking back

em: how to phrase this w/o sounding too much like a whore

em: actually no way to say this but like i feel v strongly abt the way we make women take up less space wrt to knees together calves touching type deal and i think maybe

em: maybe viola can manspread a bit as a treat

em: hate that term but i cant think of a better one

obsetress: nah she does n it's hot

obsetress: just had this image pre divorce of viola and arthur at marriage counseling on opp ends of the couch n arthur's sitting v tight close and vi is just

obsetress: leaning and spreading a lil

obsetress: the first time jamie sees her do it she's so taken aback

obsetress: because she's NOT expecting it

em: jamies like ah ok late in life lesbian deal and then jokes on her viola is fluent in dyke slouch

obsetress: jamie immediately trying to suss out just how long viola has been fucking women

obsetress: she says to dani later "i thought she was all proper like" and dani's like "she is" and jamie's like "so wot was that then" and dani's like "well, people are gay, jamie,"

em: ghfjhgljkJFDASJKKJFGA

em: jamies like so wait how long HAS viola been

obsetress: jamie: so you were vi's first serious girlfriend right? dani: dani: jamie: right???????

em: violas been fucking women longer than jamie has lbr

em: i mean shes clearly only 35, jamie,

obsetress: jamie: so... vi... viola: hm? jamie: you're, uh, gay, right? viola: obviously jamie: right. well dani told me you've been dating women since–– viola: since i was 15, yes jamie: but you married a man

em: violas like u went to jail everyone does stupid shit occasionally

em: jamie: so how long have you been dating women viola: since i was 15 jamie: no i meant like. in years viola raises her eyebrows and jamies just like haha nevermind fuck

obsetress: she tried!

obsetress: she tried

em: jamie on her 35th birthday pencilling 'many happy returns' into violas ????th 35th birthday card

em: yknow i think

em: i think something's afoot

obsetress: jamie, giving up on the direct approach

obsetress: slipping in next to rebecca at the wine bar

obsetress: "becca"

obsetress: "hi, jamie" "hi. how old is your girlfriend"

em: am fucking losing it thinking abt jamie like. realising how much gay energy viola has

em: like taken ABACK

obsetress: fksljfLKSDJFLJ

obsetress: just like

obsetress: why are jamies reactions to viola so funny

obsetress: montage of jamie realizing how much gay energy viola has

obsetress: jamie watching viola sitting

obsetress: jamie watching viola pick up a variety of glasses and mugs

obsetress: jamie watching viola compare hand sizes with dani, jamie's girlfriend and viola's ex girlfriend who she dated for literal years and whose hand size she definitely already knows

em: NOT THE HAND SZIES

em: they go for a walk and viola immediately complains about the sun and jamie's like

em: i have a spare hat but ur not gonna like it

em: its a snapback that says daddy or smthn in gold, owen got it for jamie for her bday, jamie Loathes it

obsetress: BYE

obsetress: viola looks better in it than jamie does

em: jamie has that

em: am i attracted to viola? moment

em: it passses

em: she has already compartmentalised the weird psychosexual power play

em: queen of compartmentalising

obsetress: jamie: had another one of those moments today dani: what moments? jamie: where i thought i might be attracted to vi dani: well, you did let her fuck you... what was it, four? times in one night, so

em: jamie; yeah but like that aside

em: jamie 'thats neither here nor there' taylor

obsetress: she is the queen of compartmentalizing tho

em: i was gonna be like. 'jamies like wait i dont remember saying four' but. i think she would tell dani

em: because the flip of that is dani callin up vi n i dont think she would necessarily

obsetress: i think she would and dani would make her anyway

obsetress: well make her is harsh but

obsetress: dani would very curiously ask in very convincing ways

em: lovingly coax it out of her

em: dani: what if i fucked you four times in o

obsetress: dani: let me do five

em: viola probably wears so many rings jamie doesn’t even clock the ever present thumb ring

obsetress: jamie just. writes it all off

em: am laughing abt like. viola v meticulously taking off every single ring and putting it in its proper location before...

obsetress: there is something. so hot about that

obsetress: im gonna scream i think

em: i was just meming and now im thinking abt it and

em: truly played myself

em: actually this is me refusing to unpack whatever the hell theo crain gloves made me feel

obsetress: sdkfmsldjfa

obsetress: fair

em: sublimate it into rings

obsetress: i just like um

obsetress: thinkin about when she and dani are together and like

obsetress: it's intentional and everything has its place but vi also makes a show out of it

obsetress: and like

obsetress: she's SO painstaking about it and definitely makes dani wait a little bit and

em: helps dani outta her big ass earrings

em: i mean dani doesnt even Need the help

em: viola meticulous lloyd

em: i mean she just wears so much goddamn jewellry

obsetress: she can tell when dani's getting impatient and goes even slower

em: viola has like

em: viola is one of thos ppl thats really into expensive watches

obsetress: !!!!!!

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: nice lil canon nod too

em: she drags dani to antique auctions n danis like i cant. actually tell the difference between the real and the forgery and violas like (passionately explains it for like 30 minutes) and dani is

em: like shes mentally checked out but also v intensely watching violas hands as she points to the parts of the watch

em: rebecca gets it tho

em: rebecca Gets It

obsetress: dani shoving vi into the bathroom at the auction house and tugging vi's hand between her legs v rebecca grabbing her own auction paddle and bidding against viola for the same watch

obsetress: (rebecca n vi fuck in the car on the ride home)

em: dani grabs a paddle n mimes spanking viola n then the auctioneer is like '$250 to 201' and danis like aw Fcuk

em: violas like i cant take u Anywhere

obsetress: dani gives her the 🥺😌and viola's immediately over it and pulling out $250

obsetress: dani: i didn't even want it, i was just–– vi: i know dani: what am i even gonna do with a–– vi: i'll sell it for $500 at a private auction next week dani: so technically i'm making you money dani, grinning: it's like i'm your employee dani: do you have any more assignments for me, boss? vi: dani get your hand out of my pocket i need to focu––

[tobios-milk]

Oikawa, Kageyama and Lev reacting to their s/o saying "i love you" for the first time

Happy Valentines Day!

Oikawa Tooru

- you were waiting for him after practice one day and suddenly you were surrounded by his fangirls. 

- they were asking you all sorts of questions, ranging from "how did you become oikawa-san's girlfriend" to "is he a good kisser" etc. 

- you were getting uncomfortable but you didn't want to make them mad at you for not answering their questions.

-  just as you were about to apologise to them, oikawa and iwaizumi walked out of the gym

- "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY Y/N-CHAN" (he's an actual 5 year old i didnt make the rules)

- he very kindly told his girlfriends to stop bothering you and that if they continue harrassing you they'd be banned from attending all volleyball games in the future

- your hero

- you looked up at him, eyes shining brightly

- "i love you, tooru!"

- he almost cried tbh

- "IWA-CHAN DID YOU HEAR THAT"

- "Y/N L O V E S ME"

- iwa's just so done with him at this point

Kageyama Tobio

- kageyama isn't good at showing his love for you

- he doesnt show it outwardly, but the little things he does for you made you realise that he loves you more than anything

- one time when you were sick, he skipped class just to bring you soup

- it made you feel all warm inside

- he got detention after lmao dumbass

- he made his mom teach him how to make the soup and insisted that he made it for you

- poor boy can't cook but he tried so hard for you

- it was only a cold but

- he took care of you the entire day

- he fed you the soup and told you the story of how he woke his mom up at 5am just so he could get the recipe

- "i love you"

- "w-what?"

- "i love you, tobio"

- cue kageyama kissing you with a face so red it rivals the colour of tomatoes

- "IM SICK TOBIO"

- "oh FUCK"

- "i love you more though, y/n"

Lev Haiba

- this long cat loves you more than anything and he tells you he loves you all the time

- you weren't ready to say it back though, it was happening so quick you were a little scared

- you attended nekoma's match against fukurodani and nohebi 

- he couldn't hit any spikes at all, he was too nervous yet eager to play

- after losing two sets to fukurodani, you found him near the bathroom, sulking after kenma glared at him with disapproving eyes

- "lev, you're doing well. just remember to slow down and relax a little, you're too tense om court. play well alright? i love you"

- his eyes widened immediately upon hearing that

- "Y/N"

- "DID YOU JUST SAY YOU LOVE ME"

- was that… the only thing he got out of your encouraging speech?

- "yes but-"

- "SAY IT AGAIN"

- "i..i love you, lev."

- "WAAAAAHHH KENMA Y/N SAID SHE LOVES ME"

- that was the only encouragement he needed

- in the next match, he hit all the spikes with so much power you thought he'd break the floor

[angrylizardjacket]

dirtbags // 2: Lola

Summary: High school AU, 1984, Winter. It’s hard to make friends when you’re the new kid starting halfway through Junior year, but slowly Lola seems to be making a few. It’s much easier to have a rumour started about you, especially when you tend to make questionable choices at parties, but that’s much less fun.

A/N: 8173 words. Lola’s dad is the MVP, trust me. i meant to put this out a week ago whoops!! also im allowed to reference my own Queen oc as a treat. @bluehourmotel, @misscharlottelee and again, interludes are A Softer World quotes.

[ m a s t e r p o s t ]

the best revenge is living well. the second best revenge is fire ants.

The fact that after being in town for a total of two weeks, Lola’s closest friend is the gas station attendant a full fifteen minute drive away from her house is kind of sad. Not that she’s disappointed to be Mick’s friend, he’s got a dry sense of humor but a good heart and he’s refreshing honesty, but she’s been at this new school for about a week and a half, has already made out with at least one person, has possibly convinced said-person’s cousin that she’s trying to corrupt him, and started to make a name for herself - whether it’s good or bad is yet to be seen -, and yet Mick Mars, nineteen-year-old gas station attendant, apprentice electrician, and aspiring guitar player is her closest friend. 

But she’s always been kind of terrible at making friends her own age.

“You have lost all respect from me,” Mick told her on Monday morning after the party, over the counter of the gas station as he’s ringing her up for her smokes and iced coffee before she went to school, “you could have picked anyone to mack on at that party, and you chose Tommy fuckin’ Lee?”

“He was nice to me, what was I meant to do?” Lola declared, realizing too late that that statement revealed absolutely too much about herself to a near stranger. Mick, however, just gives her a flat look.

“You need higher standards.” He doesn’t seem too phased by her. Lola takes this in stride, and nods, agreeing with a sigh. 

“What time do you finish work?” She asks, changing the subjects quickly as she’s pulling out a bill from her back pocket, “dad said he’s happy to let you have a look at that weird light switch that doesn’t do anything that I was telling you about.” 

“I finish at ten tonight, I’m working a double,” he groans at the very thought of it. Lola gives him a sympathetic look, and tells him to only come around if he’s up to it, otherwise leaving it for another day.

That’s the day that Lola realises the whole school knows about her and Tommy at the party, that she has Art with Charlotte before lunch, and also that Charlotte can’t look her in the eye.

Tuesday the school realises that she’s not just Lola Who Gives It Up For Free At Parties, but that she’s Lola The New Girl and that they don’t know anything about her beyond that. There’s a guy in her wood working class with long black hair and a dangerous smile that winks at her; she flips him off, knowing all he cared about was knowing if the rumours were true. She’s got AP French last period with that ginger from the party who wouldn’t stop laughing, Eileen; she’s a lot more serious, sober. The cheerleader, Heather, won’t stop giving her these weird, calculating looks.

Wednesday there’s a new rumour, that she was expelled from her last school. The population of the school hasn’t decided what exactly they think she was expelled for yet. Turns out she has English with that guy from her woodworking class, he just hadn’t turned up for their lesson on Monday; he sits at the back like Lola, in the other corner, and the teacher calls him Nikki in a tone like she’s already disappointed. Lola can see why, he fell asleep at his desk. Art last period with Charlotte; she still barely looks at Lola. 

Thursday. Heather asks in AP French if Lola’s heard what everyone’s saying about her; her tone is sweet and dangerous in equal measure and Lola doesn’t trust what’s about to come out of her mouth. The new rumour is that Lola was expelled for sleeping with a teacher; something about the glint in Heather’s eye is cruel, and Lola asks her sweetly if she’s more jealous of Lola or the teacher. That shuts Heather up fast, and Eileen’s cough behind them sounds more like she’s trying to hide a laugh. But it still gets to her; Lola focuses so hard on ignoring the girls gossiping loudly about her at their station behind her in Home Economics that she burns the apple danishes she was attempting, and she throws the burnt pastries, and the tray they’d been cooking on, into the bin until she realises her mistake and sulkily fishes the tray out again. Thankfully, the teacher didn’t notice.

Friday, and Lola hasn’t paid much attention to Vince, whose house she’s been to but who she hadn’t properly met until their classes had P.E at the same time; he’s in the year below her, but still manages to sidle up to her while they’re both waiting for their teachers to prepare the field for whatever torture they’re masquerading as physical exercise today. She tells him to fuck off; there’s something about the way he conducts himself that she doesn’t like, like he’s putting on a show of being shallow and vain and the life of the party. Instead, Vince’s voice goes quiet and he tells her that Tommy’s a good kid with a good heart -

“You give this speech to everyone you caught making out at your parties, or just me, ‘cos you think I’m a bitch and I’m gonna hurt one of ‘your bros’?” She snapped, lip curling, and Vince’s brow creases into a frown, “I’m not his fucking girlfriend, we made out a little, you don’t have to act like I’m going to break his heart, so piss off.”

A moment passes, and he appears to don his shallow, playboy mask when he asks her slyly if the rumours are true. She shoves him hard enough that he skitters back a few feet, and Lola earns her first after school detention.

The thing is, she and Tommy are already on the same page about this, it was a what happens while drunk at a party stays at that party. Or at least, it’s meant to. Either way, Charlotte’s protectiveness, and Vince’s... attempt at protectiveness was unwarranted. Maybe it’s because Tommy, for whatever reason, has started hanging around Lola at lunch.

She doesn’t sit in the cafeteria like the rest of them, or even on that little section of the roof the intimidating pack of punks, rockers, and smokers have found a way to get to. Lola sits against the fence near the science building, close to the carpark that’s always open for some stupid reason, as though she’s contemplating bolting.

“Don’t you have friends?” Lola’s tone is kind of hard, and perhaps her words are on the nose, and a little cruel, but it’s Wednesday, and this is the third day in a row he’s found her and spent the entirety of lunch with her. They don’t speak much, Lola smokes and picks apart whatever her dad’s latest cooking experiment is before she eats it, and Tommy practices twirling his drumsticks. 

“I have friends, do you?” Tommy responds, more than a little defensive, rubbing at his brow where he’d just managed to hit himself mid-drumstick-twirl, taken aback by her question. Lola gives him a flat look. “Someone told me you were expelled from your last school,” Tommy’s gaze shifts to the carpark, to the last car and it’s telltale rocking and fogged up windows.

“They say why?”

“Nah,” Tommy shakes his head, scowl softening as he gets back to practicing, “it true?” Lola’s picking out and eating the apple chunks from the slice of pie her father had packed for the day, still watching the car with the mildest of interest. She shakes her head. Tommy hums noncommittally. They spend the rest of lunch in silence.

“He keeps hanging out with me!” The following afternoon, Lola gripes to Mick on his smoke break after she gets out of school for the afternoon.

“You keep hanging out with me,” Mick points out, peeling the label off of a bottle of soda.

“And?”

“I don’t tell you to fuck off.”

“Yeah? So?”

“Because,” and Mick heaves a heavy sigh, like it pains him to admit, “we’re friends, Lola,” but he pauses and amends, “God knows why.”

“Fuck you, I’m a delight,” Lola huffs, and pulls her oversized denim jacket tighter around herself to ward off the chill of the afternoon breeze. If this were pretty much any other state, they’d be knee-deep in snow; thank God for LA, snow’s pretty for five minutes before it’s a pain.

“Do you tell him to fuck off?” Mick asks pointedly, as if exhausted that he has to spell it out for her. Lola’s quiet, but her answer’s clear. Mick clears his throat with a cough. Lola’s scowl deepens. 

She brings it up to her father that night. 

“Do you reckon Tommy’s trying to be my friend?” She asked, gaze intense as she focuses on slicing apples into little cubes. Leo, her father, who was kneeding a blend of spices into a ball of dough that would end up being a pie crust, paused.

“The kid who has been hanging out with you at lunch?” He thought for a moment, “the one from the party?”

“I told him it was nothing serious-” Lola tried, exasperatedly cutting the apples a little rougher, but her father’s warm, gentle laugh cut her off.

“Yes, I think he’s trying to be your friend,” he told her, which Lola hadn’t exactly wanted to hear, but the information was easier to digest coming from him than it was coming from Mick, “he obviously likes you -”

“But I told him -”

“I know, you told him it wasn’t serious, but dear, that doesn’t mean he likes you less as a person - you’re a very cool cat, I can see why he’d want to be your friend,” he gives her finger guns, and Lola can’t help but laugh softly at his attempt to be hip. 

“Christ, dad,” Lola huffs, smiling fondly, but he’d managed to cheer her spirits considerably. 

“I burnt my danishes today,” Lola’s voice goes quiet as she goes back to focusing on her task, and her dad makes a noise of intrigue, “got distracted and crisped the whole tray.”

“You’ll get ‘em next time; just fifteen minutes, remember?”

“Fifteen minutes, no distractions,” Lola agreed, almost by rote, thankful that he doesn’t ask about what had distracted her. She can still hear the whispered gossip and giggles that had come from the cooking station behind her in Home Economics.

Her dad knows that her peers think she was expelled from her last school, but she keeps her mouth shut about the fact that today they’d decided it was because she had relations with a teacher; he knows almost everything about her, but he didn’t need to know about a whole school calling her a slut. He’d blow it out of proportion, and it isn’t getting to her since she knew for a fact it wasn’t true. 

They finish the apple pie with it’s rosemary and lemongrass crust in good spirits. The flavours don’t go together as well as Leo had hoped, but it’s another step closer to the perfect apple pie he’d been trying for. Leo packs her two of the leftover slices for lunch, as a not-so-subtle hint. 

On Friday, Lola hands Tommy a plastic container with a piece of apple pie, with a rosemary and lemongrass crust in it.

“Is it poison?” He asks. Lola doesn’t look at him, picking the individual apple pieces out and eating them one at a time.

“The crust tastes weird if you eat it with the filling,” Lola’s voice is flat as she explains instead of answering, “but the apples are sweet.” She eats another cube of apple, then breaks off a corner of the golden, perfectly cooked crust, now cold and stiff from spending the night in the refrigerator. 

“Why are you giving me this?” 

“Eat it or don’t, I don’t care,” Lola tells him, hunching further in on herself; like this, she can’t see the way Tommy’s expression has broken out into a smile.

“Thanks Lola,” but the smile is evident in his voice, confirming all of her suspicions at once. Tommy took her at her word when she said the rumours weren’t true, even if the rest of the school believed them, so Lola supposes she’s actually okay with the fact that her second ever friend in the entirety of California is the marching band geek in the year below her who she made out with at a party once. 

Also maybe she’s just kind of terrible at making friends.

you and me baby! we are the future! and the future is bleak.

“Wait, you’ve never met Nikki Sixx?” Tommy asked, sitting patiently with his back against the fence, his hand resting on her knee as she fills in the the nails of his left hand with black sharpie, “didn’t you go to his gig the other week?”

“I didn’t know anyone,” Lola pointed out, and Tommy makes a thoughtful noise.

“You’d love him, he’s so fucking cool,” he assured her, which made Lola give pause; Tommy also thinks Vince is fucking cool, and she wants to throw Vince out a window, “he was the one on bass.” 

“The one in the leather pants?” Lola couldn’t help but smile at the memory; she’d appreciated it at the time, and could appreciate it now. Tommy, however, rolled his eyes.

“The girls love the leather pants,” he gave a quiet sigh, before adding, almost to himself, “wish I had leather pants.” 

“Leather pants would look good on you,” Lola pinches at his thigh for a moment, and goes back to filling in his nails. missing Tommy’s pleased, flustered little smile. 

“You know Freddie paints his nails like this,” Tommy says instead, changing the topic of conversation.

“Freddie?”

“Mercury. From Queen; you know Queen, right?” And he sounds kind of skeptical, like if she doesn’t know them, they can’t be friends anymore. Lola pauses again, her hand soft on Tommy’s where she’s filling in around his ring finger’s cuticle.

“I wanna climb John Deacon like a fucking tree,” she mutters, which startles a laugh out of Tommy, his hand jerking up to cover his mouth, making Lola leave a black line against his knee, through the rip in his jeans. When she looks up at him, however, her eyes are shining with mirth, “come on, man, you must have seen the video of them performing in Montreal last year!” And she licks her lips, watching Tommy’s blush grow steadily darker. After a beat, Lola bursts out laughing, shattering the tension and shifting to sit beside him, idly doodling on her own hand with the marker as Tommy shakes his head with amusement.

Lola starts humming Back Chat to herself, and Tommy leans his head back against the wire of the fence, listening for a moment.

“You and Charlie would get along great too,” he considers, and Lola doesn’t stop humming, nor does she look to him, “she likes Roger, but probably just because she thinks he’s pretty.” Lola can hear his eyeroll without even seeing it, and she’s not sure why, but she files that information away in the back of her mind; she’d never gotten an especially shallow vibe from Charlotte, but there was a uncertain undeniable appeal to Roger Taylor’s pretty-boy charm.

“Didn’t his girlfriend leave him for Bowie?” Lola asks mildly, barely pausing to speak between humming notes.

“Rocket Mercury?”

“Her name’s Rocket?” Lola snorts, finally looking at him, and Tommy’s lips twisted into an amused grin. 

“Her name’s Ash, but everyone calls her Rocket,” he says, like he’s in the know, and Lola stays quiet, nodding and trying not to laugh, “and yeah, I think so, she’s been with a few people since him I think; Bowie, this girl from this English band Hawkwind, Elton John maybe? Or someone around him I think.” Tommy nods, and Lola’s kind of intrigued as to why he knows so much about Queen’s drummer’s partner, but something else has caught her attention.

“A girl from Hawkwind?” Tommy doesn’t seem to notice the way Lola’s voice has softened, or how her expression has dropped to something carefully neutral. She’s drawing a little flower on the knuckle of her thumb.

“One of their dancers, Stacy, maybe?” Tommy’s own tone is light, like he doesn’t even realise Lola’s hanging onto his every word regarding this one little detail about a woman she doesn’t even know, “was kind of a scandal, but it was years ago; she’s Freddie’s sister after all, maybe it’s genetic.”

“Genetic?”

“Liking girls and guys, you know?” And he pauses. Lola’s frozen beside him, the marker pressed hard against her skin, breath caught in her throat. He throws it out so casually, so easily. Her hands are shaking. The words so kind when he says them, so unlike what she’s used to hearing. Tommy’s already moved on to the next thought. “actually, I’m not sure if Freddie’s like, legit her brother, but anyways, she and Roger are back together; I’m glad.” As if a sixteen-year-old’s opinion on a rock legend’s love life mattered, “he seems happier with her, all his best live shows were when they were together.”

“I’d kill to play half as well as him,” it’s almost wistful when Tommy says it, interrupting Lola’s thoughts, his gaze trained on the sky, as if imagining he’s on stage himself. Lola lets out a long, quiet breath, recentering herself as she looks to him.

“You wanna play drums?” 

“I can play drums,” Tommy tells her like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “but not nearly as good as Roger Fucking Taylor, can you imagine?” But Lola’s more focused on the -

“I thought you just played in the marching band, can you play, like, full -” and she sits forward, gesturing like she’s tapping on a full drumkit, eyes shinning. Suddenly, in the face of her rare, unrestrained smile, Tommy feels himself growing nervous, like he’ll let her down if he’s not actually as good as he thinks he is.

“I’ve got a kit in my garage,” he admits, and Lola pauses, letting her excitement simmer, as though realising it had gotten the best of her, breaking her cool and aloof facade.

“That’s cool as hell,” she does add, however, and Tommy beams.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, all flustered at even the slightest praise, “man, you’d really like Charlie, I know she looks all fancy and intimidating, but she’s a real softie inside.”

“You are really pushing hard for me to be friends with your cousin,” Lola notes, giving him a sidelong glance, and Tommy’s nose scrunches up, caught out.

“She thinks you’re trying to corrupt me,” he grumbles, “but if you guys met she’d know you’re not.”

“I am corrupting you,” Lola smirks, “next week I plan on peer pressuring you into smoking.”

“I’ve smoked before!” Tommy’s up in arms, like the implication that he hasn’t done something as low-level cool as smoking offends him.

“Dude I was kidding, I gave you half my cigarette yesterday,” Lola reminds him, and the bell rings.

While Lola was more than happy to let sleeping dogs lie, it appeared that Charlotte was not, and less than two days after her conversation with Tommy, Lola finds herself sitting by Charlotte’s side in their shared art class.

It’s the last class of the day, and Charlotte’s the one who sits by Lola. There’s no preamble, barely acknowledging the decision, just opening her notebook and focusing on the theory the teacher had already started to jot down on the whiteboard.

When they’re given free time, however, to work on personal projects, Charlotte opens her sketchbook and sharpens her pencil, and without looking at Lola, begins speaking quietly.

“Tommy thinks we’d get along,” Charlotte sounds completely innocent and perfectly harmless, but Lola remember how Charlotte had looked at her, part deer-in-the-headlights startled at the realisation, and knee-jerk protective fury, at Vince’s party when she realised who Lola had been kissing. 

“So I’ve heard,” Lola doesn’t look up, but Charlotte’s pencil stills on her paper. After a beat, Lola turns to see Charlotte giving her a curious look. Propping her head up on her hand, Lola gives a thin, amused smile, “he also thinks I’d be good friends with Nikki Sixx; was he the one you yelled at, at the gig?”

Instead of being flustered or going red at the mention of the moment, Charlotte’s expression lights up, as if the idea somehow delights her, and slowly she’s nodding. All her earlier reservations and hostility was quickly leaving her.

“Yeah, actually I told Nikki you reminded me of him, actually -”

“I remind you of Nikki?” Lola’s grin widened, and she shifted to face Charlotte further. 

“He’s kind of a tool -” Charlotte blurted after a moment of contemplation, and Lola’s eyebrows raised in amused surprise. Charlotte’s quick to backtrack, “I mean, I’m not saying you are- well, I don’t know you, but I mean, Tommy -” Charlotte frowns at that, expression falling as she considered quietly, “actually, I mean, I love him, but he’s not the greatest judge of character; he thinks Nikki hangs the stars, despite never really speaking to him,” she pauses and heaves a sigh of realisation, “that probably why he thinks so highly of him -”

“I thought they were friends,” Lola’s genuinely surprised, given how kindly Tommy had spoken of him.

“Half the school is terrified of Nikki, half seems to be in love with him; Tommy’s in the second half.”

“And which half are you?”

“I’m the only person who seems to think he’s just kind of a pest,” Charlotte’s response is surprisingly mild, as if she doesn’t quite believe what she’s saying.

“He’s talented, though,” Lola offers, and Charlotte looks back to her, as if brought from her own thoughts. There’s a pause, a lull. Lola puts down her pen, and turns more fully to Charlotte, stretching her arm out over the desk, and resting her head fully on it, like a particularly smug cat stretching out in the sun. Charlotte is slower to put down her pencil, but does so after another moment, pristine fingernails drumming against her sketchbook for a moment. 

“He was talented,” Charlotte agreed, thought it sounds like she doesn’t quite want to, “my ex actually got me into his kind of music, he was a fan of Nikki’s too; I’d tell Nikki I enjoy his music but it’d go straight to his ego,” and she casts Lola a sidelong look, lips stretched into a smirk, which Lola returns. 

“I am a little bit of a tool,” Lola finally admits with a self deprecating grin, and Charlotte shakes her head.

“You’d fucking love him,” Charlotte tells her, with a strained, sort of resigned huff of laughter, like the concept of them meeting was a little bit horrifying, and already exhausting.

“You like his kind of music,” Lola circled back around to quickly, “never pictured you as a hard rocker, you’re very...” and she trails down, looking at Charlotte’s pristine cheerleading uniform, and thick, black tights, the only thing protecting her legs from the Winter air. The blonde shifts a little uncomfortably under the scrutiny, brow furrowing.

“I know,” Charlotte says flatly, crossing her ankles, far too self aware in the moment, “you expect me to just be listening to nothing but Abba and Madonna all day?” She sneers, suddenly haughty again, and Lola licks her lips, intrigued; she can tell she’s pushed a button, and debates for a moment if she wants to press it further. 

“Not all the time,” Lola said, sitting back up slowly, “but I mean, I’m kind of partial to Does Your Mother Know, there’s no shame in loving Abba,” she shrugs, and Charlotte lets herself visibly relax. 

“Never pictured you as an Abba fan,” Charlotte actually grins.

There’s a distinct lack of hostility in the air between the two girls by the time the class ends, after spending the entire class gushing over various bands across a surprising range of genres, and Lola quickly finds she appreciates how wrong her initial impression of Charlotte had been.

As they’re leaving for the day, or well, Lola’s leaving, and Charlotte’s heading to cheer practice, the conversation lulls as Charlotte grows thoughtful.

“Hey, just... Tommy’s kind of a hopeless romantic,” and even as she speaks, she knows Lola’s growing irate at Charlotte’s hesitant tone, “and honestly, the girls he goes for usually don’t... they don’t usually give him the time of day, and he obviously thinks the world of you, I just don’t want you to -”

“I’ve told him that I don’t want to date him; he’s the one who keeps hanging around me,” Lola’s own tone appears to surprise Charlotte, now that she understands the root of the other girl’s protectiveness, “we’re...” and the word catches in Lola’s throat for a moment, knowing that speaking it makes it true, “friends.” 

Lola glances at Charlotte out the corner of her eye, and sees the way Charlotte’s lips twist into a pleased little smirk.

“I was just making sure.”

love is stupid. happiness is admitting we aren’t better than stupid.

Leo Fields, thirty-nine years old, owner of soon-to-be-named Leo Diner’s in suburban LA, a graduate of the Culinary Institute of America, who worked in the luxurious Parker House restaurant in Boston and quit after ten years there, including three years as Sous Chef and one year as Head Chef, only to open his own 50s style diner a mere ten minutes away in Salem, has and will always claim his favourite food is Easy Cheese.

Once, a long time ago, Lola had asked him why.

She’s asked him a lot of things, why he’d left his high-end restaurant to essentially flip burgers, why he kept his hair long, what his tattoos meant -

Lola’s eight, sitting on the counter and swinging her legs while Leo was crushing garlic to add to their dinner, his hair tied back into a large bun atop his head.

“People will try and tell you that just because something is expensive, fancy, or higher class,” Leo had rolled his eyes exaggeratedly at that, putting on a voice to make his daughter laugh, “that it’s better; they are wrong. If something brings you joy, it is better than all things that do not bring you joy, no matter how fancy the things you don’t like are,” he’d told her very seriously, “better is not real, better is what you believe; better for you means healthier, and that’s real, but when people use better to mean good, they mean that it’s good in their mind, and maybe you agree, but maybe you won’t.” And he scrapes the garlic into the pan and oil cooking on low as he then began dicing onions.

“I use all my fancy training and knowledge to make foods I think are better, but now I get to also serve them with a smile, and I get to talk to the people I’m giving the food to, get to know them, let them know they’re welcome here,” he tries to smile while his eyes are watering from the onions, almost finished cutting them. “People in my old fancy restaurant didn’t want that, they wanted you to think they were better than you, and if you thought their food wasn’t good, that’s because you’re not fancy enough, and you’re not welcome here.” 

“But that’s wrong,” Lola said with a slight frown, looking to her father for confirmation, and after he wiped his eyes with the back of his hands, he beamed.

“Exactly,” he nodded and scraped the diced onions into the pan too, moving easily about the kitchen to pull mince from the refrigerator, “people liking something different to you is actually great; if everyone in the world liked Easy Cheese, we’d never be able to buy it!” And Lola laughed at that, the example making it easy for her to understand his point, “but making them feel bad for liking those things, that’s bad; that’s why I have my hair long, why I have my tattoos, they’re part of who I am, they’re part of my family’s history and where I come from, and I like them. If someone else is rude to me because of them, then I know right away that’s not someone I want in my life. People like to think they’re better than other people for stupid reasons sometimes.”

“Like if they’re fancy or not?” Lola asks, and Leo gives her a fond smile and nod.

“Like if they’re fancy or not.”

Leo’s not sure if Lola even remembers this, but he does. So when Lola, seventeen years old, standing in the kitchen, eating a ham and Easy Cheese sandwich after school, tells him that Charlotte, the girl in her art class, Tommy-from-the-party’s cousin, complimented her jacket, the pin-and-patch-covered, black, denim, proto-crust-punk, heirloom he’d loaned to her since she’d asked to wear it when starting a new school, and had barely gone a day without it, he can read into her smile even when it’s hidden behind her sandwich.

“Sounds like she has good taste,” Leo leans his hip against the counter top, legs feeling the warmth of the oven where he’s got a loaf of herb and garlic bread baking away. 

Lola spends a full twenty minutes enthusing about Charlotte’s taste in music, eyes bright and tone animated. He only interrupts her to hand her a packet of prosciutto and a bundle of asparagus, so she could help him prepare for dinner, but it doesn’t slow her down, hands working quickly, while Leo boiled potatoes and simmered some garlic in butter on a low heat. 

Both Lola and Leo know why Lola’s been so hesitant to make friends since moving, and she knows he’d never push her into friendship, but Lola also knows it hurts him to see her lonely.

“Hey dad, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Lola says after a long pause, finally taking a breath after she’s finished recounting her day to him, “you know Queen, right?”

“Do I know Queen?” Leo jokingly scoffed, “Lola, I’m the one who introduced you to Queen.” He reminded, and Lola gave a small smile, but her heart wasn’t in it; she wasn’t usually nervous, but talking about this sort of thing still made her heart race a little. Seeing her hesitant expression, Leo’s own softens, and he turns down the potatoes to turn his full attention to her, “what about Queen?”

“I didn’t know Freddie’s sister was with the drummer,” Lola starts, fiddling with the final piece of asparagus. She’s quick to follow it up before she can chicken out, “and I didn’t know... she’s like Bowie, and Fred, and... and me, you know?” Lola finally wraps up the final vegetable and places it on the glass baking tray with the rest, before she looks to her father who was watching her pensively, hoping he understands what she’s trying to say.

“That’s little Rocket Mercury you’re talking about, isn’t it?” He asked as a smile stretched across his lips, “I heard that about her, I always thought she was so cool, she worked on Spinal Tap, you remember I took you to see Spinal Tap a few months ago?” 

Lola’s heart eases in her chest at his words, his warmth, the way he seems to reflect positively on the news. While Lola knew she didn’t have anything to worry about, since the whole reason Leo had taken her and moved across the country was her mother’s less-than-kind reaction to the news of Lola dating a girl, the memory of it all still made her nervous.

Leo’s entire face lights up, and he makes a loud exclamation, like suddenly remembering some vital information, snapping Lola out of her dwelling.

“How have I never played you any Dusty Springfield?” He announces, picking up the glass tray from the table and placing it to the side, “I’ve got some of her records in my collection,” the oven timer goes off and he asks Lola to watch the potatoes so they don’t overboil while he takes out the bread and puts the asparagus in, “Dusty’s like you too; she’s a pop-star from the sixties, lovely voice, told the Evening Standard she liked girls and boys all the way back in nineteen-seventy.” He says as he sets the timer for the asparagus, and Lola wraps her arms around him from behind, if only to hide how wide she’s smiling.

“She pretty?” Lola asked, grinning against his soft, woolen sweater. Leo gently pet her hands where they were wrapped around his middle, giving a warm laugh.

“Very; it’s no wonder girls and boys liked her too.”

Lola had never seen her father flinch in the face of change, and for that she would always be grateful for him. The only time she’d ever seen him lose his cool was when he’d come to her defense against her mother’s bigotted views; apart from that, she’d never known anyone more willing to go with the flow.

Take last week, for instance, Mick had taken Saturday off from the gas station to go look at the fixture Lola had mentioned not seemingly connected to anything. Leo had finally had the red and white, checkered floor installed earlier that week, and the booths had been reupholstered over Thursday and Friday in a shiny, inviting, deep peach, to compliment the warm aesthetic completed by the pleasantly sunny walls. 

One of the many things about Lola is that she know when people look at her father, they never expect him to be the embodiment of sunshine; six-foot-something, built like a tank from doing a majority of the manual labor around his diners on his own. His traditional, Hawaiian tattoos were on full display today, across his chest, arms, and legs, wearing a singlet and shorts despite it being the middle of winter, after spending all morning hauling an industrial freezer into the kitchen, with what little help Lola could offer. He wears his long, wavy black hair in a ponytail down his back; the only thing that ever betrayed the warmth of his personality was the crows feet by his eyes, the laugh lines around his mouth, and the kindness in his eyes themselves.

Leo Fields, teddy-bear in the body of a GI Joe, took one look at Mick Mars, the weary, rather scrawny teenager with barely any face visible for his long, shaggy, dyed black hair, and gave him a bright smile, ushering him inside. He introduces himself, and immediate asks what kind of music Mick listened to.

“I fucking hate Kiss,” Mick had said immediately, knee-jerk hostility, the way he was shifting his weight from one foot to the other being the only giveaway to how intimidated he felt.

“They can be a lot some times,” Leo had shrugged, gesturing to the jukebox, “I’ve already put a few of my favourites in, you wanna see if anything catches your eye?” Mick moves quietly, as if afraid to make a noise, even stepping in combat boots he barely makes a sound, and Leo makes mention that he’s going to freshen up, and that Lola knows what switch needs to be looked at. 

“Hendrix?” Mick says with a hint of pleased surprise, right before Leo leaves, and Lola’s father gives a nod.

“Put it on, man, turn it up loud; it’s Electric Ladyland in there, right?” And at Leo’s question, Mick nods. Leo gives a delighted thumbs up, and heads upstairs to the flat above the diner.

“That’s your dad?” Mick asks, voice low after Leo’s disappeared, hitting play on the Jimi Hendrix record. Lola’s sitting on the counter, swinging her legs; she knows looks like him, same face, same long, dark hair, same copper complexion, it’s usually the staggering difference in their respective physicalities that seemed to trip people up, so his confusion wasn’t a surprise.

“That’s my dad,” Lola agrees, with a slight nod, looking around the warm and inviting diner that still smelled like new vinyl from the seats. She’d light a candle or two later. 

Lola knows the rumours going around town about the diner, about how it’s owner was a chef, about how it’s hopefully going to serve better food than the last owners, but also how everyone knew very little about the new owner beyond that. It made her giddy, like she had a secret, to know that her father was capable of blowing their expectations out of the water with his food alone. Back in Salem, Leo’s was known for restaurant-quality food at, well, diner prices. All the fries were hand cut, there was always home made pie or slice or cookies on sale, the beef patties were made with real mince and mixed with Leo’s special blend of herbs and spices, and fish was delivered fresh, daily. 

Lola knew her father knew what it was like to be discriminated against based on his looks, and how hard he’d fought to prove his skills as a chef, so in turn, he hired based on attitude and experience, and trying to give those who may not have had a fair shot an opportunity. Leo had always paid well, treated his workers with kindness, and tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. The diner had only ever made a modest profit, despite it’s popularity, but it had never been about the money for her father.

Back at Lola’s old high school, if you were popular, you looked for a job at the mall, but if you were an outcast, a loner, or a stoner, you applied for Leo’s; her dad had the ability to bring out the best in people, no-one wanted to disappoint Leo.

Her dad would never go anything as gauche as brag, but he has always prided himself on the quality of his diner and his food, glad to be putting his years of training and experience to use for people who’s appreciate it. 

Mick clears his throat, snapping Lola out of her thoughts.

“Light switch?”

Mick thinks the switch probably connected to an exhaust fan the previous owner had removed, which baffled both Lola and Leo, seeing as how they’d had several exhaust fans installed, and the idea that this place had it’s one removed is unthinkable; how had they ever gotten the smell out?

After, Leo invites Mick up to have a look through his record collection, to recommend some for the jukebox, while he attempted a maple and walnut soufflé. 

The moment Mick mentions he wants to join a band, Leo lights up, peppers him with questions, what type of music he likes to play, his influences, what type of band he’d like to form. Seemingly unused to the overwhelming interest and positivity regarding his aspirations, Mick is almost startled into being forthcoming, and quickly warms to Lola’s dad.

While the soufflé’s in the oven, the three of them sit on the roof and smoke, while Leo reminisces about seeing Cream live, a few months after Lola was born, and how he’d swaddled her in his concert shirt, only for her to take a liking to it, and had used it as a blanket up until she started daycare. At hearing this, Lola ducks her head to hide her smile, knowing she still had that shirt, though it was more hole than shirt at this point, hanging in her cupboard. 

Occasionally, when she looks to him, Lola sees Mick regarding her with confusion, and okay, maybe she can understand why; he knows her to be reserved and dry, but with Leo, she’s outgoing and talkative and smiles so wide he can see her teeth. There’s barely a hint of her aloof façade around her father, and as Mick spends more time with him, it’s clear he can see why.

“Mick’s cool,” Leo announces with a grin when Mick himself has left, putting foil over the leftover soufflé for later, while Lola washes the few dishes and is more than happy to agree with him.

They spend Sunday decorating the diner, making it look less sparse with photos and hanging and various bits of music and pop culture memorabilia, while the jukebox blared rock and roll. A few people pass by in time to see Lola and Leo in an air guitar competition, but neither of them really care. Leo’s looks more like home by the time the sun goes down. 

there will always be someone better than you. but on the bright side, who cares?

Eileen sits next to her in AP French during the entire last week of school for the semester. Everything she does seems so perfectly calculated, this change in seating included, but she refuses to acknowledge it. Heather clicks her tongue, clearly annoyed that Eileen had taken the seat she had previously vacated the day Lola staked her own next to it, and judging by Eileen’s innocent little smile, that alone made it worth it.

Lola tries not to pay too much attention to Heather, pretty, mean, and popular, almost the exact stereotype Lola had assumed Charlotte to be before she’d actually befriended her. They only have French together, but Heather keeps watching her, Lola sees it out of the corner of her eye, but her glare has become more speculative, more thoughtful as the weeks have passed, and Lola’s not quite sure what to make of it. Whatever scathing personal attack Heather’s probably working on is her business, she doesn’t know shit about Lola, so Lola tries not to care.

Once Eileen sits next to Lola, the glare comes back in full force anyhow.

On Thursday, the last AP French lesson for the semester, Eileen offers Lola a stick of spearmint gum, and it feels kind of like a test. Lola takes the gum anyways, and Eileen smiles at her, surprisingly genuine. 

“You’re Charlotte’s friend,” Lola says, and Eileen’s smile widens.

“You’re the girl who kissed her cousin,” she says. Lola’s whole expression falls, mouth flattening into a thin, unamused line, ready to go on the defensive. 

“And?”

Eileen shrugs, says nothing more on the subject, instead, glancing at Lola’s hands.

“My mom would kill me for wearing black nail polish, but it looks so cool on you,” She says, and Lola bites back a jaded response about her own mother, looking to her own hands, and the fresh and shiny coat of polished she’d applied the night before. 

“Your mom kind of sounds like an asshole, if black nail polish is enough to get her riled up,” Lola says, without even thinking about how harsh the words sounded, but once the words are out, she adds, “and I know from asshole moms,” for good measure. Internally, she’s berating herself; if she talks about her mom, she’s terrified that she’s eventually going to answer questions about her mom, like where she was, and why Lola hates her.

“She’s just a perfectionist, and I don’t think black would suit me anyhow, so it’s not really an issue,” Eileen responds, as if she barely cares that Lola implied her mother was an asshole, and Lola lets herself relax a little, “I’m partial to a french tip,” Eileen holds out her hands to show her own manicure, the pale pink and white practically gleaming, obviously salon done. 

“I coloured Tommy’s nails with sharpie,” Lola says while looking at Eileen’s elegant fingers, and Eileen actually huffs a laugh at that.

“I saw; he’s very proud of them.” 

Something in Lola’s chest tightens at that; Charlotte seemed to be a good enough judge of character, and she liked Eileen well enough, so that, for now, was good enough for Lola.

Perhaps that’s why Lola had taken so long to actually speak to Nikki Sixx, despite both Charlotte and Tommy being adamant they’d get along, Charlotte’s proclamation that Nikki was kind of a tool held her back.

It’s not that she doesn’t know who he is; she’s figured out the guy who sleeps through her English classes, is trying to make an acoustic guitar in shop, and who is part of her music classes - once she’d decided to show up to those - is the same person she’d seen on stage in leather pants back at the pub. The guy who Charlotte had yelled at. A tool. Apart from the week the rumours had started circulating about her, he never paid her much attention, so she never felt the need to introduce herself. If he was a tool, she could leave him well enough alone.

Until the first day of the Winter break, apparently. Though for the record, he was the one who spoke to her.

There were technically two music shops in the local mall, a ten minute walk from Lola’s flat above the diner; she’s glad to be close to the CBD, but it also means she can’t justify asking her dad for a ride when it would take her less time to walk than it would for him to find parking. 

But Monday, December 27th, was absolutely fucking freezing. 

The mall itself is teeming with people looking to spend the money they’d gotten over the holiday period, and the workers had already taken down the gaudy Christmas Tree that had sat in the middle of the food court. 

Lola was there at her father’s behest, sticking up and handing out flyers announcing New Year’s Day as Leo’s grand opening, and that they were hiring. She gives everyone at the food court a flyer, sticks up several in various locations, and thinks about heading back to the food court for a second round, to catch any newcomers, or anyone she may have missed, when she spots the music shops.

Bass and Treble were owned by the same people, however Treble seemed to be geared towards more classical music, with pianos and violins and flutes and all manor of orchestra-esque instruments available, while Bass seemed to be committed to rock and roll. 

Nikki Sixx finds Lola crouched in front of the display of sheet music on sale in Bass. 

“Lola, right?”

Lola stands so fast at his voice that her head spins, but she tries not to let it show. She’s on alert when she looks at him, tense, already scowling, which only deepens when she sees who it is.

“Nikki Sixx,” his name is not a question when it leaves her lips, but he seems pleased rather than concerned, that his reputation apparently preceded him. He nods, and looks over at what she’d been examining. 

“Anything good?” He asked, and Lola looks over her shoulder at the display. She’d been seriously considering a book of Elton John’s hits for piano before he’d come along. 

“Still deciding; why?”

“No reason,” he shrugged, taking his time to look nonchalantly at the various amps nearby, “you look like you’d be into this sort of thing,” he notes, acting all smug and coy and weird; Lola rolled her eyes, but didn’t answer.

“You were at my gig, we’re you? Hanging out with that guy from the gas station, right? Mick?” Something about his tone had Lola on edge and defensive.

“You guys were okay,” she says flatly, making it clear as she can that that’s barely a compliment; Nikki, however, smile widely.

“Glowing review, I’ll add it to our poster,” he smirks, before he finally looks her over, gaze zeroing in on the flyers in her hands, “speaking of -” and he snatches one, not that she’s protesting, that’s another one she doesn’t have to get rid of. Nikki’s reading the flyer and frowning, while Lola lets her attention wander to the various keyboards they have on display.

“Where’s this?” Nikki pipes up, sounding genuinely interested, while Lola’s idly playing scales with one hand on the closest, off keyboard.

“A few blocks away,” Lola still hasn’t quite gotten the hang of the town’s geography, “across the road from The Kings Hotel, where I saw you play -”

“The old MacCready place?”

“It’s Leo’s now,” Lola says, arms crossed, sitting low in her hips as she regards Nikki, and the way he’s going over every little detail of the poster, “Charlotte says you’re a tool.”

“Charlotte just hates that she likes me so much,” Nikki doesn’t even miss a beat before answering, and when he looks up to catch Lola’s reaction, his grin is all teeth. Lola can’t help the slight smile she wears as she takes in his response.

“I can see why,” Lola’s not quite sure what she’s going for with her own response, but it comes out more teasing than cutting, and there’s something in Nikki’s eye, or in his smile, or maybe it’s in his easy laughter, that has her heart beating weird in her chest.

A moment passes between them, a shift in the tone, the energy of the interaction as Lola drops her immediate hostility; she’s been doing that a lot lately, but she tries not to dwell on it. It’s now she gets a proper look at him, at his ripped jeans and all black, leather jacket, hair sprayed to high heavens like he’s about to join Poison; he looks unkempt and mean, and Lola’s kind of really into it.

They’re checking each other out, sizing each other up, and they both seem to find something in the other they like, because Nikki’s grinning at Lola when gaze meets hers again, and she’s smirking right back.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she tells him, hip cocked for a moment before she saunters past him, knocking into him with her shoulder purposefully. When Nikki stumbles back, he huffs a laugh, and Lola calls over her shoulder, “Leo’s is hiring by the way, Leo himself would probably love a fucker like you.”

[catboy-lover-archive]

Obey Me Romanian MC

idea inspired by @/harunayuuka2060 (too shy to tag them)

Nu ştiu ce inspirație supraomenească m-a lovit dar am început asta la 2 dimineața și am terminat-o la 6.30

Im sleep deprived bc I stayed up all night doing this, enjoy gagicile mele

[added translations]

(under the cut bc this bitch is long af)

Lucifer: Are you not enjoying your meal?

MC: This food isn't even good. Next time I'm bringing my bunica to make you guys sarmale best thing you ever tried 👩‍🍳👌😘 mwah

-

MC: I'm not gonna go out with Satan, Beel, Asmo or Belphie.

Asmo: Awww

Beel: :(

Belphie: What?!

Satan: Why?

MC: Why date a guy who's favorite color is not in romanian flag? 🤔🇷🇴

-

Asmo: But I thought you could-

MC: For the last time IM NOT A VAMPIRE I CAN'T HYPNOTIZE PEOPLE OR MAKE THEM FALL IN LOVE WITH ME

-

Levi: Ohhh!!!! So are you like familiar with Castlevania-

MC: We don't talk about that *cries in disappointed*

-

Solomon: What is this weird potion.

MC: *puts bottle of țuică (plum brandy) on the table*

MC: This is not a potion, but a solution to all of your problems gagica 💖

-

MC: *talking to Lucifer* Oh iubire (love), stop crying over Diavolo again. Why cry over guy who would wear vagabond everyday in my country?

MC: Tsch tsch tsch

Lucifer: What the fuck is Vagabond

MC: Only the worst of streetwear existent. Only f-boys use it

Lucifer: Fair enough

-

Beel: Why do you want to try out for the sports team?

MC: Because Steaua, my country's team, disappointed me 😔

-

MC: Mammon! Asmo! Let me show you guys a thing called ✨manele✨

-

(after the Belphie incident)

MC: Does anybody have a belt.... a belt so I can...no reason...papuci de casă (slippers) works too

-

MC: Hey Belphie! Did you enjoy your punishment? 😜

Belphie: My butt still hurts...

MC: Next time it's the lingură de lemn ♡ (wooden spoon)

-

*MC dancing to Braşoveanca*

Mammon: W-what's that???

Satan: Some sort of ritual I suppose

Asmo: *joining in* It's fun!

MC: Doi✌paşi🦵înainte➡️şi😱doi😩înapoi⬅️ (two steps forward two steps back)

-

MC: Who has summoned me?

Satan: Belphie isn't feeling well and the medicine didn't really do it's job.

MC: Everyone watch closely because I'm going to teach you guys a sacred ritual called ✨Frecție cu Oțet✨

Satan: You're just pouring vinegar on his wrist.

MC: Now here comes the fun part. *maggages his wrists*

Belphie: Someone please kill me this is unbearable

MC: Am I allowed to say Tatăl Nostru (Lord's prayer) or is that too....uhhh weird since yall are demons and stuff-

-

Barbatos: MC...

MC: I'm sorry but crossing myself after I finish a meal is implemented in my brain. It's in the default settings.

Barbatos: What happens if you don't cross yourself?

MC: Lingura de lemn (wooden spoon) *shivers*

-

Diavolo: Do you like my castle?

MC: Baby, Peleş puts you to shame.

MC: Also, too much current (swift). Close the damn windows

-

Lucifer, giving up on life: Oh not again...

MC: DA PĂ CIMPOI DA PĂ CIMPOI JOACĂ FETELE LA NOI 👉👈😳

MC: Real music here 😌

-

MC: There, there gacica (girlfriend). Don't cry. *pats him on the back*

Lucifer: Do you got any more țuică...

MC: That's the spirit!

-

MC: I know I technically didn't die, but can we please have a funeral??? There is this really tasty cake just for this special occasion called colivă. Beel is okay with it so- hey don't ignore me! wait guys this is important- wAIT!

-

Satan: I hate Lucifer because he is my father.

Belphie: I hate Lucifer because he sucks in general.

MC: I hate Lucifer because Favorite color is red which is COMMUNISM COLOUR 😡‼

-

Solomon: See?? MC likes my cooking!

MC: Piftie...Caltaboş...

MC: Solomon, you would make a very good romanian housewife. Say, have you ever considered getting a 701st wife...?

-

Beel: *munching happily on the food MC makes*

Lucifer: *getting a fucking break*

MC: *making grătar(barbeque) cu mici*

MC: Everybody loves 1 Mai!

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MC: Beelphiiieee!!!! I have a spell for you 😊

Belphie: Please not the lingură de lemn-

MC: *boop on the nose* ✨du-te dracu✨ (go to hell)

-

Lucifer: How did you make everyone behave?

MC: *looking at the papuc de casă in hand*

MC: You either die a hero...or live enough to become the villain...

Lucifer: Interesting, can you teach me?

MC: The secret is to use your wrist-

-

MC, whispering: Psst! Mammon! How's the sarmale trading going?

Mammon: Its okay, but why can't you just give me the recipe?

MC: E din moşi strămoşi (it's from older generations) I can't give it to you

-

MC: Hey pisi, want a ride in my Dacia?

Simeon: ...what? :)

MC: Come on gagica(girlfriend)! We are going to visit my family they will love you!

MC: You can also bring Luke. Just uhhh don't let him drink from the "juicebox" ok? It's not- It's not juice in there

MC: But you can drink. I won't tell anyone.

-

Diavolo: MC you can't leave yet. Not even for a quick visit back home.

MC: Auzi, da du-te-n p- (well why don't you fuck yourself on my dic-)

-

MC: *sigh* Sometimes I wish Satan was wearing Vagabond instead of...whatever that is

Asmo: Ouch, but yeah I guess we are that desperate.

Satan: I'm never tutoring any of you again.

-

MC and Luke, just vibing honestly: ⬇️Intră-n👇apa🌊mării🐚şi🐋nu🐟te🙄teme😱ai😳să-nveți🤯să-noți🐠printre🤔sirene🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️

(go in the sea's water and don't you be afraid you'll learn to swim among mermaids)

-

MC: No Asmo, I have a date to the ball he's right here *points at țuică bottle*

-

Belphie: *misbehaving*

MC: Vai, vai, vai. Sărumâna Belphie 😃 ( well, well, well good day Belphie)

MC: *grabs the papuc (slipper)*

-

MC: NO LUCIFER IT CAN NOT BE AN AN NOU FERICIT (happy new year) IF WE DO NOT DANCE THE HORĂ

-

MC and Luke, vibing yet again: POVEȘTI DIN FOLCLORUL MAGHIAR!!! (maghiar folklore stories!)

-

MC: Where is my țuică? :)

Everyone: *quiet*

MC: I won't get mad :)

MC:

MC: Foaie verse de trifoi~ *papuc reappears* Dați băi țuica înapoi (green leaf of clover, give the țuică back you fucker)

Everybody: *runs*

MC: Mândruțelor (girls), come back until I'll put this to good use

-

Levi: *exists*

MC: *in love with him bc his fav color is in the Romanian flag and not in the commie flag*

MC: Te las să te lingi cu mime în parcare la lidl (I'll let you french kiss me in the Lidl market parking lot)

-

MC: Lucifer you don't understand!

MC: Sandu Ciorbă cured my depression!

-

MC: Muie cretinii pământului (fuck y'all stupid asses) my țuică is back and I'm not sharing anymore

-

Asmo: We're doing hot girl shit tonight

MC: Ne curvim rău (we're hoeing)

-

MC: futu-ți cristelnița mătii (fuck your mother's font) Simeon you're the one that drank all my țuică

MC: I'll let it slide this once, if u take me for shaorma(shawarma) in Piața Victoriei (Victoria's market)

-

Solomon: Whoops, I accidentally messed up the sarmale recipe

MC: Aşadar războiu alesu l-ai (So you have chosen war)

-

Mammon: MC, how do you say "I hate you" in romanian?

MC: Dar eu sunt mândru că sunt twink. (I'm proud to be a twink)

Mammon, clueless: ok thanks

-

MC, to Belphie: I had such a rough day, please fute-mi una (fuck me over) and not the way I like

-

Mammon: What would be a quick way to make money?

MC: Gagica(girlfriend), listen. Culegător de sparanghel (asparagus picker) in Spain is your go-to.

-

Asmo: *blasting manele vechi (old manele).2006*

Asmo: Please love me!

MC: *already in wedding attire*

-

MC: Beel! Here, try this! Yeah yeah its completely fine!

MC: ...what do you mean it looks like Solomon's cooking?

MC: THIS IS PIFTIE AND YOU WILL LEARN TO APPRECIATE IT

-

MC: *dragging them all by the hand to therapy*

MC: Păi aşa-i hora pe la noi măi bade- (This is hora to us well my mans)

-

MC, talking to Lucifer: Măi omu lu dumnezeu îți fut una de nu te vezi (listen God's man I'll fuck you over that you'll not see again) if u lay a finger on my țuică again

MC: I don't care that you have daddy issues, this is MINE now thank you very much.

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MC: Doamne cu ce ți-am greşit? (God, what have I done to you?)

MC: tanti Lilith, ia-mă cu tine gagicuțo milf ce ești (Miss Lilith, take me with you you milf girlfriend)

MC: Chiar și culesul de căpșuni din Spania era mai ok dacât (even strawberry picking in Spain is better than) Therapist Simulator hell edition

-

Diavolo: *exists*

MC: Vrei să-ți fiu a ta mireasă? (Do you want me to be your wife?)

-

Simeon: *exists*

MC: Vrei să-ți fiu Ileană Cosânzeană? ( Want me to be your fairy wife?)

-

Belphie: Every time I doze off they say this weird phrase...

MC: Dormeo(mattress company) ! Noapte bună! (good night!)

-

MC: What do you mean im not allowed to have a cross around my neck?

MC: My dead grandmother would kill me it's Sfântu Andrei for fucks sake

MC: The law is law we gotta put garlic and salt everywhere around the house

MC: This is what you get from taking my țuică away AGAIN

-

MC: I mean, at least i dont have to take the bacalaureat and face the woman-hating-Ion-Creangă-fucking-twink-looking-nightmare-inducing Eminescu so

MC: *drinks a Mona Spirt (rubbing alcohol) bottle in one go*

MC: that works wonders for me

[assembledherethevolunteers]

Future Management Chapter 8

A/N: Hi all! Hope you had a great holiday! I know I said this would be done before the new year, but I think I’m going to post the last chapter on Ben’s birthday (January 2nd).  So not too much behind, but thought I’d let you guys know! Anyway! I love you guys and hope you continue to enjoy!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Ben Hardy had been together for the better part of a decade.  After hitting a rough patch, the two of you decide to end things. However, one small surprise keeps you two connected more than you thought.

Warnings: SMUT! (only my 2nd time writing it, so I hope it’s okay) Unprotected sex (stay safe out there, y’all) That’s uh…about it. Some slightly jealous/dom!Ben (very brief)

Catch Up: Prologue (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188795655663/future-management)  Chapter 1 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188846514968/future-management-chapter-1) Chapter 2 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188923255568/future-management-chapter-2) Chapter 3 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189095339763/future-management-chapter-3) Chapter 4 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189199837403/future-management-chapter-4) Chapter 5 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189300488163/future-management-chapter-5) Chapter 6 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189442099338/future-management-chapter-6) Chapter 7 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189800039798/future-management-chapter-7)

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 “You know,” Ben whispered in your ear.  “The driver seems very focused on the road.  We could…have some fun back here.”  Ben waggled his eyebrows at you.

The two of you were in the back of the car.  Ben put his arm around you and you snuggled into his side.    

You giggled and smacked his chest.  

“No, we can’t because you, Mr. Jones, get handsy when you’re kissing and if you mess up my hair before we make that red carpet, Sam will kill you.”  

“I bet I could take him,” Ben moved your hair to one side and pressed a kiss to where neck met your shoulder.  

“We’ll be there soon, and we’ve got a whole hotel room to ourselves after everything.  There’s going to be lots of champagne.  And you know how I get when I’ve had champagne,” you smiled at Ben and raised one eyebrow.  

Ben chuckled under his breath.  

“If that’s the case, I can wait,” Ben’s hand started gently stroking your arm.  “Are you nervous?”  

“About the film?”

“Well, I meant more about the reporters and everybody knowing that we’re back together.”

You looked up at him. “I…I mean, yeah, but…God, this is going to sound so cheesy,” you looked away.

Ben used two fingers to move your head so that you were looking at him again.  “Tell me anyway.”

You looked into Ben’s eyes. They were searching yours for an answer.

“I…if you’re with me, it doesn’t matter.  We can do this.”  

Ben smiled at you and pressed his lips to yours gently.  

“I know we can,” Ben told you when he pulled away.  

The rest of the car ride, the two of you were quiet, just enjoying the calm before the storm and just being with each other.  

Suddenly, the car stopped, and you glanced around Ben and out of the window to see hundreds of people. Fans, reporters, photographers, and some of your fellow cast and crew.  

You looked at Ben and he gave you a big smile.  

“I love you,” Ben whispered and gave you a kiss.  It was just like what the two of you used to do before stepping out at movies or award shows.  

The driver came around and opened the door.  The first thing you heard was screaming.  Then you saw the flashes.  Ben took your hand before he stepped out of the car and thanked the driver.  

“Oh you’re welcome.  Your bags will be waiting in your room,” he gave Ben a nod before getting out of the way.  You felt everybody there took a deep breath as you got out of car with Ben. It was quiet for a beat before people started screaming.  

“Y/N! Y/N! OVER HERE!”

“BEN! LOOK HERE!”

“ARE YOU BACK TOGHETER?!”

The two of you smiled and waved.  

“Y/N! Y/N! It’s Jasmine from E!”

You liked Jasmine, so you pulled Ben over to her.

“Hi, sweetie! How are you?” She gave you a hug and an air kiss to the cheek.  

“I’m great! How are you?”

“Very well! So, I’m not even going to pretend this isn’t weird.  Hi, Ben!” Jasmine gave him a smile.  

“Hi, Jasmine,” Ben gave her a shy smile before she turned to you.  

“What’s going on here? Are you two back together?  Are you moving back to London?”

“Actually, we haven’t gotten to that yet, but we are back together!” You beamed.

Jasmine squealed and pulled both of you into a hug and then looked at the camera.  

“Well, you heard it here on E! first.  Y/N L/N and Ben Hardy are officially back together!”  

Ben squeezed your hand and the two of you continued down the line with pictures and interviews, most of them having to do with you and Ben, but then it would change to the movie. It was going really well.  

“Y/N!” You heard from behind you.  You looked over and saw Jackson waving at you.  

You smiled at him and walked over, pulling Ben along.  You gave him a hug and then stepped back closer to Ben.  

“Well, hello you two,” Jackson gave you both a knowing smile.  

Ben offered Jackson his hand.  “I owe you an apology, mate.  I have been…well, a real prick, if I’m being honest, and I’m sorry.”  

Jackson smiled, and shook Ben’s hand.  “Nah, man. I get it,” Jackson looked at you then back to Ben.  “Love makes people act like idiots sometimes.”

You blushed and leaned into Ben’s side.  Ben put his arm around your waist after he and Jackson let go of each other’s hands.

“JACKSON! Y/N! CAN WE GET SOME SHOTS?!”

You turned to Ben. “Behave while I go take some pictures?”

“Oh, never,” Ben gave you a kiss on the cheek as you and Jackson walked over to where they were directing you.  

“So, you and Ben are back together,” Jackson stated matter-of-factly.  

“Yeah, we are,” you said through your smile as cameras were taking pictures of you and Jackson.  

“Well good, I’m glad you’re happy.”  

You looked at Jackson and saw him smiling at you.  You smiled back and pulled him into a tight hug.  

“Alright, Jackson! You come down here and Y/N, you stay here,” one of the organizers came over and pulled Jackson a few yards down.  

The photographers and reporters were yelling your name and you did your best to look every direction so they could get the pictures.  

“Can we get some with Ben?!” Somebody yelled.  

You looked over at Ben, who was talking to one of photographers.  Another organizer walked over and then brought Ben over to you. He wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Well hello, again,” Ben grinned.  

“Hi, come here often?” You grinned back.  

“Well, if there are women like you around here, I’ll be sure to come more often.”  

You rolled your eyes and bit your lip to keep from smiling but damn him.    

“You’re ridiculous.”  

Ben laughed and pressed a kiss to your temple (and you were pretty sure there were more flashes than there had been).  

There were a few more pictures and interviews before they were able to sign autographs and take pictures with some fans.  

“I can’t believe that you two are back together,” one woman practically squealed at you as you signed a picture she had of you.  “You two are my favorite!”

You smiled at her. “Thank you so much!”

After a few more signatures and selfies, you were being ushered into the theater with everybody else.

“Y/N, so happy to see you,” TJ, the director, pulled you into a hug.  He then looked at Ben up and down.  “You’re Ben Hardy.”  

“Yes, sir, hi,” Ben offered his hand.  

You bit your bottom lip to keep from smiling.  You knew Ben was turning on the charm.  Whether he knew it or not.  TJ and Ben talked for a few minutes before TJ excused himself to talk to someone else.

“Did you bring a headshot for him too?” You nudged Ben with your elbow.

“What?  I wasn’t doing anything.”  

“You were schmoozing. Hardcore.”  

Ben opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.  He shook his head with a smile.  

“Alright, maybe a bit.”

“Champagne?”  A waiter came by with a tray of champagne flutes and Ben grabbed two, nodding his thanks before handing you one and clinking your glasses together.  

“To you, my love.”

You and Ben each took a sip, not taking your eyes off each other.  You couldn’t believe you were here with him again.  You’d never thought that this would happen, the two of you getting back together.  

“Y/N!” You heard Ginger yell your name from somewhere.  You looked around for her.  “Over here!” You looked towards the bar and found her.  She waved you over.  She was standing next to a gorgeous woman that you knew to be her girlfriend, Heidi.

You grabbed Ben’s hand and led him the way to Ginger.  You gave her a hug and then Heidi.  

“Ginger, Heidi, this is Ben,” you gestured to him and they both shook his hands.  

“So, this is the guy that you’ve been hung up on?”

“Ginger,” you hissed at her.

“Well, I’ve been hung up on her too,” Ben laughed and squeezed your hand.  

“Well that’s good, otherwise I think this would be awkward,” Ginger took a sip of her drink.  

Heidi rolled her eyes and looked at Ben.  “You’ll have to excuse her, she’s already on her second drink.”  

Ginger stuck her tongue out at Heidi and Heidi returned the gesture.  

The lights started to flicker and the four of you looked up.

“We better get in there. We’ll see you guys at the after party, right?”

“Of course! We’ll see you two later,” you gave them each a hug again before you and Ben went in to find your seats.  

You were seated next to Jackson near the middle of the theater and he smiled at up at you.  

“Y/N, you remember my sister, Joanna?” Jackson gestured to the woman sitting next to him.  She stood up and offered you her hand.  

“Hi, Jo,” you shook her hand.  You had met her once or twice on set.  She seemed nice enough.  

“Hi,” she looked over at Ben and her eyes bugged for a second.  “H…hi, and you’re?”

“Ben, nice to meet you,” Ben shook her hand.  “I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Your heart nearly stopped and you turned back to look at him.  Ben and Jo sat down but you were still trying to process what he said.  Boyfriend.  Yes, you supposed he was your boyfriend.  It made you ridiculously happy to hear.  

“Y/N?”

You looked down at Ben. “I…yeah?”

“Aaaare you going to sit down?”

“Yes, sorry,” you sat down in your seat.  

“Are you alright?” Ben whispered in your ear.  

You looked at him and stared at him for a moment.  He looked back and raised an eyebrow.  

“Yeah, I just…hearing you say you’re my boyfriend again was…” You tried to find the right word, but you couldn’t find it.  

“Well, I’m not your husband again yet, so, I’ll settle for boyfriend.  For now anyway.”

You were shocked by that response.  You were trying to think of something, but then TJ stood up in front of the screen. Everybody started clapping and TJ held his hands up with a jovial smile.

“Thank you all so much for being here!” His voice was booming.  It almost brought you back to set.  “We are so excited to share this film with you all here in London.  We’re fortunate enough that the author of this wonderful novel, Ms. Caroline Mayer, here with us.”  TJ paused as everybody applauded and Caroline stood up and waved. “Now, I could stand up here and talk about how much work everybody put in and how wonderful our cast and crew is…”

TJ kept talking, but you weren’t paying attention because Ben’s hand moved to your thigh and started rubbing it with his thumb.  

“…so without further ado, please enjoy our film.”  

Everybody started clapping again and the lights went down.  

You sort of didn’t like this part of the job.  Watching yourself on a huge screen.  It didn’t matter how well you acted.  You could always find something wrong.  

You tried to get Ben’s attention a couple different ways.  You grabbed his hand off your thigh and played with his fingers.  He let you for a few moments before he intertwined your fingers and brought your hands down between you, really paying attention to the movie.  

You watched Ben’s face for a few scenes.  There were sometimes that you weren’t sure he was enjoying it.  You noticed his jaw clench for a moment when there was a scene between you and Jackson that was…intimate.  

“You alright?” You whispered to him.  

Ben just gave you a quick glance and nod and then looked back at the screen.  

The rest of the movie you tried to pay attention to without critiquing yourself too much.  You eventually rested your head on Ben’s shoulder.  He pressed a kiss to your forehead but stayed focused on the screen.  

The final scene, where you and Jackson embraced after a long, grueling fight with the antagonist, played and Ben squeezed your hand.  He pressed a kiss to your temple.  

“I am so proud of you. That was amazing.”

You picked your head up and looked at him with a smile.  He smiled back and pulled you into a kiss with some heat behind it.  

The lights came up and Ben pulled away, smirking at you, knowing what he’d just done to you.  

TJ stood up and gave a speech about the after party that would be across the street at the Grande Hotel.

“…and of course, we’ve got rooms if needed.  I hope to see you all over there!”  TJ clapped his hands together, dismissing everyone.  

You stood up and Jackson stood up and turned to you.  

“I always forget how intense that last scene is,” Jackson shrugged.  

“How?! It took us almost a whole week to shoot!” You laughed.  

“True.”

“That was really good, mate,” Ben leaned around you and offered Jackson his hand.  

Jackson gave him a full smile and Ben returned it as they shook hands.  

“Thanks, man.  Well, we’ll see you both over there?”

“Of course, Jack,” You pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek.  

Jackson and Joanna left, and you turned to Ben.  

“That was nice of you,” you took Ben’s hand again.  

“It was honest. Although, I do think I have some issues with a scene or two,” Ben replied as he led you through the row.  

“Oh?” You pretended not to know what he meant.  “What scenes were those?”  

Once you were out of the row, Ben pulled you close to him and murmured to you, “I’ll show you later.”

That made you giggle.

“Let’s go get some champagne and celebrate,” you started pulling Ben towards to the lobby.  

Nearly three hours later, you were feeling very good.  After dinner and dessert, you’d probably drank almost an entire bottle of champagne and you noticed that your hands were nearly always on Ben in some way or another. And he always had a hand on you somewhere.  The small of your back when you talking to TJ at the bar, your thigh when you were sitting with Ginger and Heidi, holding your hand while talking to some people from the crew that made the trip.  

You left Ben to get more drinks at the bar and saw Jackson sitting by himself at the bar.  After you ordered, you walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.  

“Why so glum, chum?”

Jackson gave you a lazy smile.  You knew that he was feeling pretty good himself.  

“Oh I ain’t glum. Opposite actually.  I feel amazing.”

You laughed and gave Jackson a slight push.  

“We did amazing, kid.”

“We sure did.  I’m pretty proud of us,” you grinned.  

“Me too,” Jackson held up his glass of whiskey to you.  

You picked up the champagne flute that had been dropped off by the bartender (along with a gin and tonic for Ben) and clinked it to his glass.  

“To us, sweetheart,” Jackson winked before the two of you took a sip.  

“Jack,” you began, the alcohol making you pretty hazy.  You wanted to tell him thank you, and that you were sorry, and that everything would work out for him, but he held a hand up to you.  

“I know, Y/N, I know.”

You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  

“I meant it ya know,” you grabbed Ben’s gin and tonic.  “You deserve a lot better than me.”  

Jackson just shook his head and took another drink before you turned away and walked back to Ben. You handed him his drink and he fixed you with a stare.  You noticed that his eyes were a dark shade of green.  

“Do you have the key to our room?”  

You frowned at him. You thought he was having fun.  

“Yes, why?”  

Ben took a long swig from his drink and dragged his eyes over you.  

“We should get going. It’s getting late.”  

“Oooookay?” You shot him a look but drained your champagne.  You looked around at people to say goodbye, but Ben grabbed your hand and started leading you towards the elevator.  You waved at a few people, but you were out of the ballroom before you could say anything to anybody.  

Ben pushed the elevator button and the two of you waited for the elevator to arrive.  Neither of you said anything.  The elevator arrived and the two of you went inside.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Ben pinned you against one of the walls of the elevator.  You gasped and looked at him.  

“Ben, what…?”

“You know, all night, I had to watch Jackson kiss you on that giant fucking screen,” Ben’s voice was calm as he traced your jaw with one of his fingers.  

“Alright?”

Ben leaned in and growled in your ear, “So, maybe I should leave some reminders, so everyone remembers who you belong to.”

“What are you…?” You sucked in a breath as Ben not-so-gently bit and started to suck at your neck. You could practically already feel the mark he’d be leaving.  

Ben pushed his hips more into yours as he slid a hand into your hair, maneuvering your head so that he had more access to your neck.  

“B…Ben, I…” you stammered out.

“Yes, love?” Ben replied like he wasn’t tripling your pulse rate and continued to kiss and suck and bite around your neck.  

You closed your eyes and moaned at a well placed bite.  

“Theeeeere it is,” you felt Ben smirk against your skin before he started again.  

Oh, two could play this game, Jones.  You grabbed his free hand and held it up to your lips.  You pressed a kiss to one of his fingertips.  Ben stopped the assault on your neck and looked at you.  

“Oh, baby, it looks like you got some caramel sauce on your fingers.”  

Ben started to pull his hand away to inspect it when you put his pointer finger and middle finger in your mouth and gently sucked on them, making Ben groan.  He glanced at the door of the elevator.  

“This is the slowest fucking lift in history.”

You giggled around his fingers before pulling them out of your mouth.  

“Don’t worry, Benny,” you looked at him through your lashes.  “We’ve got all night.”  

Ben pressed his chest to yours and lifted your chin.  

“Don’t know how much longer I can wait.  Four years is way too long to wait.”  

As if hearing your conversation, the door (finally) opened and Ben pulled you down the hall.  You laughed.  

“Slow down! You don’t even know where we’re going!”  

“I heard TJ tell you we’re in 1039,” Ben replied and led you to the right door.  “Key?”

You very slowly started looking through your purse. “Hm…I know it’s here,” you teased.  

“Y/N,” Ben breathed in your ear before he nibbled your ear lobe.  You closed your eyes and leaned into him.  “There’s more where that came from if you find that key.”  

You opened your eyes and tore apart your purse.

“Oh look! I found it!” You held up the key triumphantly.  

The two of you were practically falling over each other to get into the room.  Once the door was shut, Ben pinned you against it with his hips. He didn’t kiss you.  He just looked over your face.  You stared back, barely being able to see but there was enough moonlight filtering in from the window.  

“Were you all talk or…?”

“I just…am enjoying the view.”  

“The last time you did that, Eliza cut our night short.”  

“Good point,” Ben replied before slamming his lips to yours.  

You kissed him back and wrapped your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss.  You felt a heat your stomach already. Ben slid his hands down your body, making your shiver.  

You moved your hands and pushed Ben’s suit jacket off before you started to unbutton his shirt.  

“Where’s the zipper, love?” Ben asked in a husky voice.  

“Side,” you moved your arm so that Ben knew which side the zipper was on.

He quickly unzipped your dress and let it fall down your body.  Ben stepped back and helped you step out of it.  He blinked at you in your underwear and heels for a few moments. It was starting to make you self-conscious.  

“Come here,” Ben whispered, pulling him to you and kissing you again.  

You kicked your shoes off and jumped up wrapping your legs around Ben’s waist.  He held you up and moved his hands to cup under your ass. He laid you down on the bed, before breaking the kiss.  

You whined when he pulled away and Ben chuckled.  

“Just a second.  I think it’s a little unfair that I’m still dressed,” Ben told you as he stripped down to his boxer briefs.  Then he leaned over you and smiled.  “Better?”

“Oh much better,” you smiled.  

Ben pressed his lips to yours quickly before he kissed down your neck, much gentler than he had in the elevator.

“Ben,” you breathed out.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer right away and Ben reached around and unhooked your bra, sliding it off you and kissing down your chest.  He circled one of your nipples with his tongue.  

You leaned up into his mouth and let out a moan as Ben’s hands slid to your hips.  

“I need your mouth, lower,” you whimpered.  If you had any coherent thought besides one that got Ben’s mouth where you wanted him most, maybe you would’ve been embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Ben continued down your stomach, which was something you usually hated.  You had stretch marks from your pregnancy that still made you insecure, but Ben traced them with his lips, taking his time and making you feel less nervous about them.  

“I love your body,” Ben muttered against you before he continued even lower.  “Do you want these off?” He asked as he snapped the waistband of your panties.  

“God, yes.”

You could feel his hot breath against your clothed core before he slid them down your thighs, pressing kisses to your legs as he went.  He kissed back up, and sucked a mark into your thigh before he slid one of his fingers between your folds.  You both moaned.  

“You’re so wet, love. Who did this to you?”  

“You did, you fu…ahhhh!” You threaded one of your hands through Ben’s hair as he flicked his tongue to your clit.  

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that,” Ben’s voice was smug, so you have his hair a bit of a tug. Which only made him move his lips to your sensitive nub completely.  

You fisted the sheets and closed your eyes.  

“Ben, if you…FUCK!” You shouted when Ben slid one of his fingers inside.  

“You really need to finish your sentences, darling.”  Ben didn’t even wait for your response before he dove back in.  

You could feel like you already about to burst.  You were almost there…

“Ben…m…more?”

Ben didn’t make you ask again as he slid another thick finger into you.  

“YES!  Yes, ohmygodBendontstop,” you started babbling until Ben hit that spot with his fingers and dragged his teeth gently across your bundle of nerves and you exploded.  Once you were done, Ben kissed up your stomach and chest again.  You were breathing heavily when you felt Ben’s lips on the corner of your mouth.  

“Alright there, sweetheart?”

You opened your eyes and stared at him for a moment.  

“More than alright,” you smiled at him, still breathing heavily.  “Now,” you rolled over on top of him, clearly taking him by surprise and you snickered at the look on his face.  “Let me return the favor.”  

You made your way down Ben’s toned chest and abs, paying attention to the way his muscles contracted when he inhaled rapidly, especially when you got lower to his waistband.  You could see how hard he already was and it made your mouth water.  You traced him with your mouth through the thin fabric and heard him swear under his breath.

“Alright there Benny?” You whispered.  

“I feel like I’ll be much better shortly,” Ben ran a hand through your hair.  

“Oh you will,” you slid his boxers off and watched his cock bounce on his stomach.  The tip was red and it was already leaking.  You stuck your tongue out and kitten licked at the head. Ben’s hand in your hair tightened and he groaned as he held his head up to watch you.  

You slowly started to take more of him into your mouth and you could tell that he was holding back fucking into your mouth.  

“You feel so good, love,” he muttered.  At that, you took him as deep as you could, hitting the back of your throat.  

“FUCK!” Ben threw his head back and closed his eyes.  

You started to bob up and down on Ben’s cock, his moaning and whispers encouraging you the whole time.  You could feel him start to thrust into you, making you gag.  You pulled off to catch your breath and wanted to get back to it, but Ben held your head up.  

“Y/N, I swear, if you keep doing that I won’t last and I want to be inside you.”

You raised an eyebrow at him but he moved so that he was straddling your hips. He ran his still hard cock through your folds.  

“Ben,” you started, but clearly he couldn’t wait any longer either.  

You both moaned loudly as he entered you.  

“You’re so tight for me, baby,” Ben huffed in your ear.  He went deeper and deeper until he was completely inside you, filling you up.  The stretch was slightly painful, but it felt so good all you could do was make incoherent half sentences.

“Move please” was apparently the only thing Ben needed before he pulled out and started to really fuck you.

“Shiiiiiit!”  You started clawing at his back, leaving marks of your own on him.  You could feel your second orgasm building each time he entered you.  You could feel Ben hitting your sweet spot with almost every thrust of his hips. You hadn’t been this full in a long time and fuck, had you missed it.  

“I’m so close,” Ben grunted.  

“Let go, Benny, you can let…”

With that, Ben painted your walls white, sending you over the edge as well. The two of you rode out your orgasms together, keeping each other close.  Once you both were done, Ben rested his forehead to yours and smiled.

“Wow,” he breathed out.  

“You could say that again,” you laughed quietly and kissed him.  You could still taste some of yourself on him.

“I’m going to pull out now, alright?”  

You nodded.  Ben slowly pulled himself out and stood up.  

“W…where are you going?” You asked, weirdly nervous that he was just going to leave.

Ben smiled at you, and kissed your forehead.  

“I’m getting us a washcloth so that we can clean up.”  

You hummed at him and then closed your eyes.  You heard him go into the bathroom and then come back.  You opened your eyes and gave him a lazy smile.  

“God, you’re beautiful,” Ben whispered so quietly that you weren’t sure if you were meant to hear it or not.  Ben sat next to you on the bed and handed you the wash cloth.  

You cleaned yourself up and then stood up yourself.  

“I’ll be right back,” you gave Ben a quick kiss and then went into the bathroom.

You put the washcloth in the hamper and then looked at yourself in the mirror.  

“Holy shit,” you muttered to yourself.  Your makeup and hair were a mess, but that was nothing compared to your neck.  There were bruises and hickeys everywhere.  How were you supposed to cover those up for the next few days?  

You got ready for bed by taking your makeup off and taking your hair all the way down.  You walked back out to see Ben lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.  

“Hey,” you said softly to him.  

He looked up at you and then opened his arms to you.  

You jumped on the bed and then fell next to him.  He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest.

“I forgot how amazing we are at that.”  

“You know the last time we did that we got Eliza, right?”

That made Ben laugh.  “Well, maybe we’ll get lucky again.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him.  

“You want more kids?  Now?”

Ben shrugged and stroked your arm.  

“Maybe not right now, but, I mean…we always talked about a lot of kids.”

That made you laugh.  “Yeah, we did, huh?”  

Ben pressed his lips to your hair.  

“We can talk about this all later.  Right now, I think we both need some sleep.”  

“Please?  Between champagne and two orgasms, you’re lucky I’m even remotely lucid right now.”

Ben grabbed the comforter and pulled it over the two of you before he wrapped his arms around again.  You rested your head on his chest again and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, which was still beating a little fast.  

“Night, Ben.”

“Night, Y/N.”  

Just as you started to drift off, you heard him whisper “I love you”.  

“I love you too.”