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The Partner / Chapter Three, “Rebecca Ann”

*Not my gifs and ugh it was SO hard to find good ones, sigh*

Word Count: 11.6k words / Story Masterlist / Read The Assistant / Read on Wattpad / Song will be at the end, so as not to give anything away ;)

“She is led by love, the world moves for love . . it kneels before it in awe."

- Edward Walker, The Village

“So, what happened in the story next?”

“Are you sure you can stay awake for another chapter, love?” I wheeze, fingers combing through the satiny loose curls that I push away from her eyes. The very pair that I’ve seen so many times in the mirror. “You’re getting tired, Bean. It’s been a long day for you with school and swim team practice.”

“I know, but I can stay awake. It’s getting good.”

“Pinky P?” I almost giggle, holding out my littlest finger that she hooks hers with. Without fail, I could still picture how tiny her fingers were the first time I saw them, and my how they’ve grown. I think it’d be safe to say somebody is going to have big hands, too.

“Yeah, it is, but . . . ,” my words escape me momentarily. Distracted, I stop, hearing the sound of a cry from upstairs, wishing that he would walk into the room. That he would help me with this part, and the ones that follow.

“But, what?”

I’d been called it every day for the last almost ten years, but it still was hard to get used to at times, especially now with the story I tell. I had a hard time sometimes believing how lucky I’d gotten, and she only reminds me as I watch her eyes lull at the feeling of my hand in her hair. Just like somebody I know.

“But it gets sad, love, because you know, sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.”

“Stop it, you sound like you’re making up rubbish rules, just like Daddy,” the beloved word falls from her rosebud lips, and we can’t contain our laughter. The imperfect perfections in her cheeks and the sing-song laughter that peels from her lips makes this all the more surreal for me, like I’m looking right at him. “Now, keep going, Mum. I want to hear more of your story.”

It was never really an awkward silence with Harry, save for the few times after we had a row. No, it hadn’t been anything but comfortable since well, before we had started dating. Maybe even not long after I’d become his assistant, if you’re not counting that painful in between time. Today wasn’t one of those times, but sometimes I may have made it awkward when I couldn’t stop staring at him, just like the way I currently watch as his eyelashes flutter against his skin.

“Skye and Asher?!” the voice says from the phone pressed to my ear.

“Yep. I still can’t believe it.”

“Well, I’ll be darned . . huh,” my dad concludes with a soft laugh. “I hope he knows how much trouble he’s in for.”

“Me too. Skye was pissed with me at first for not introducing them sooner. As if I should’ve known she’d fall in love the second she saw him.”

“That sounds like her,” he muses with nostalgia carried in his voice. A recent memory sits in my mind from the other day when Skye told me the very story that I’m retelling. The apparent love at first sight with Asher and their first date, a rushed love story at best compared to Harry and I’s. He griped about it, Harry, feeling bad for Asher not knowing what was going to hit him. He had his hands full, alright, both boys. “So, how are things with you and Harry then, Boops?”

“Good, really good,” the answer comes easily to me, yet in a hushed voice as I try not to speak too loudly. My next words pause when a furrow gathers between his two brows, easily remedied by the pad of my thumb.

“Your trip went well?”

“Yeah, it was loads of fun seeing his family. I met a few more of them, and they’re all so alike. The cheesy sense of humor, love of board games, and they’re kind as can be,” memories bubble up with my words of our trip to Harry’s hometown close to a week ago.

“Well, it was good to talk to you and catch up, love, but I have to get going to work. You too probably soon, huh?”

“Yeah, and you too, Dad. I miss you . . you’re sure you can’t come up soon for a day or something?” I ask, almost holding my breath, despite knowing it won’t help his answer to sound like the one I want.

“Not sure, Ree, I’ll have to see how it’s going with the next build, we’re getting busy.”

“Okay, I hope you can come up somehow . . Well, I’ll talk to you on Monday, Dad,” listening to his subsequent goodbye, I set down my phone, sighing. Shielding a hand over my forehead, I move my legs under the covers, feeling his warm pair.

It wasn’t often that I’d be awake before Harry, because somehow he was always up early, even on the weekends. Not today, though. I for once had been up before him. It was nice, getting to enjoy him like this, especially considering the way he drove me up the wall yesterday. Silent, asleep Harry was far preferable to me right now. He also couldn’t protest the lazy attempts I made at styling his hair differently when he was asleep, considering he slept like a log.

The colors had begun to change outside, and the shops were building their candy supplies in preparation for the scary holiday. Despite Fall settling around us, a golden tinge still clung to Harry’s skin. Underneath his golden necklace, at the point of his nose, and around his many tattoos. It still surprised me, the four numbers in my handwriting permanent above his heart. It had been filled with so many firsts, and hopefully a few lasts.

Glancing at the clock, I found that our alarm still wouldn’t be going off for a good while. Albeit he couldn’t be more handsome when asleep and knowing what I’m about to do, I fight my way into his arms. His groan is instant and so is the smile I try to hide from my lips.

“Mmm, Becks, ‘m sleepin,’” Harry whines against me, his body like jelly. His arms still find their way around me and so does his chin hooking over top of my head.

“I just wanna cuddle you before work.”

“Fine,” it’s a sighed answer in return, but I hear the defeat in his voice. The way sleep beckons for him, his soft snoring soon resuming. His chest is balmy under my cheek where I lay it, listening for the sound of his heart. Next to his laugh, it was my favorite sound.

It seemed to be a recurring theme throughout today, stealing glances at Harry when he wasn’t noticing, like now as he flips through his menu.

“Are ya gonna ogle me, Becks, or are you gonna figure out what t’ order, love?”

“I already decided.”

“Good, ‘cos so have I,” he announces, laying his menu down. It’s only seconds later that the server sees, and we’re ordering our breakfast. “Seems you and my gran have really hit it off.”

“Oh, you think so?”

“No, I know so. Saw it even. I haven’t seen her take t’ somebody like that befo,’ certainly not any other girlfriend of mine.”

“I really like her - Claire. She’s sweet and even though we’ve only met a few times, she’s so easy to talk to.”

“I know, I love that ‘bout her. You’d think she was my mum’s mum with how sweet tha two o’ them are. She’s been supportive ever since tha stuff started with my dad, always let me talk t’ her ‘bout it without judgement. It meant loads t’ me,” he divulges to me. I can’t help but nod along, and fold my hand into his in the middle of the table.

“I bet so. That sounds like my gran Ann, she was my dad’s mum, but she was always there for me.”

“I see where you get it from, love,” he smiles with a wink of his sunshine eye, lips curling from the rim of his mug of coffee. It still baffles me how he can drink it black, let alone ripping hot.

God, the things those eyes do to me, those lips too. Okay, Becky, chill. Now is not the time. But, then there’s the outfit he’s wearing today and how it’s so him, and effortlessly handsome. It looks like something my granddad would wear - tan slacks, and a cream long sleeved shirt with chocolate brown stripes. Curls in a mess atop his head and parted in the middle, but somehow, it works. It had become my favorite hairstyle of his recently, but that would quickly change with whatever new one he came up with next. For once, it wasn’t Chelsea boots today or the occasional Vans, but instead saddle brown laced up Oxfords. See, how were the casual outfits so handsome? Harry’s outfits always work, and I wish I knew how.

“Whatcha starin’ at, hmm? I keep findin’ you lookin’ at me this mornin,’ startin’ t’ wonder why.”

“What, can I not admire my handsome boyfriend every now and then?” my question comes with a lift of my brow. Now, it’s my turn to look all inquisitive over my cup of coffee.

“Now, I never said ya couldn’t do that, love,” Harry teases with a shit eating grin plastered to his face.

It stuck to his lips as he began to read the paper over his coffee until our breakfast arrived. Even then, it remained.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I titter, cutting my fork through the two layers of pancakes.

“Stop drenchin’ yer pancakes with syrup, yer not gonna taste ‘em. They’ll be all soggy,” he warns, feeding a strip of bacon past his bubblegum pink lips.

“Stop telling me what to do with my pancakes.”

“Watch it, li’l one, or else ‘m not gonna share me food with you,” Harry says, pointing his fork at me. It gleams with strips of maple syrup beading at the tines’ ends. My lips ready their rebuttal, but his eyebrows only inch higher as he cocks his head towards me, silently willing me to continue. “I know ya will, ‘s a given. You always ask t’ taste somethin’ off me plate, don’t even try t’ deny it, lovey.”

It’s difficult to say the least, hiding my smirk and its accompanying giggle. Shaking my head, I sigh as I stab my fork at my pancakes, feeling his foot knock into mine underneath the table. It looked nothing close to Rafael’s here, but somehow, it brought me back to that night in the Italian restaurant. Our first one. The way his foot nudged at mine under the table, and the way his eyes gleamed with a smile. Sometimes, if I thought hard enough, I could feel the fluttering inside of me from the butterflies he still gave me.

“What? Yer a li’l too quiet fer tha talkin’ t’ I jus’ gave you, bug. No witty comebacks? That’s a surprise and a relief all in one,” Harry jokes, dimples set into his cheeks. He had shaved them just a few days ago, but it looked like it had been longer.

My lips are absent of any words. Instead, I busy them with the pillowy pancakes drenched in maple syrup. Looking down at my plate, I cut into the potatoes crisp on the exterior with cheese and flecks of pepper. Setting down my fork, I slowly pat on the bottom of the ketchup bottle.

“Becks? Y’know I was only jokin,’ love.”

“I know, and we both know you’re going to share your lemon poppyseed muffin with me,” it’s my turn for the shit eating grin now. Lifting my gaze, I meet his.

“I told you!” he begins with a shake of his head, pressing his fist to his overactive mouth. “Told ya t’ order yer own, love.”

“Yeah, but you’ll share with me because you love me.”

“I dunno if ‘d go as far t’ say that,” he shrugs. My scoff makes the smile tickle further at his cheeks, and it all but disappears when I pinch his thigh from under the table. “Woman, I swear t’ bloody God-.”

“Swear what?” I pipe up, setting my chin in my hand as he chuckles away across from me. He suffices a response with a shake of his head, feeding a ripe strawberry past his lips. It doesn’t help that he locks eyes with me the second he does it, and lips slow as can be, at that. “You’re bad.”

Harry offers a measly shrug in response, and what speaks volumes is the way he tugs the striped bag closer to him, holding our beloved muffin. Ignoring it, I dip a bite of potatoes into my puddle of ketchup, enjoying the hum of the cafe around us. Harry and I had been coming here for a while now- well, before we had started dating. He liked their food and turned me onto them, starting with getting him breakfast and his special muffin when I was his assistant. I don’t think he took me out to breakfast here until I had come back to work at his firm, but it was a nice treat every once in a while, even if it meant having to wake up earlier.

“I talked to my dad this morning, and told him about Skye and Asher. He was surprised, to say the least. I wish he’d come up and visit one of these days, he’s always so busy.”

“‘m sure he will when he’s not so busy, love, like when his new build ‘s over,” Harry muses, loudly flipping the page of his paper. Watching as he flattens it out, the bite of potatoes on its way to my mouth pauses.

“How’d you know about his new build?”

“‘Cos I talk t’ him too. He rang me tha other day, and we spoke ‘bout um . . I dunno, footie and cooking,” he answers, nonchalantly. Nodding, I shake a little more salt onto my potatoes, trying to will Harry to meet my eyes.

“Maybe he’ll come up if you ask, or if it’s to hang out with you.”

“Oh, hush, you. He’ll come when he has tha time, love, y’know that. Stop bein’ a pout,” he says, folding his paper back up into a messy square. My head shakes when he holds it out to me, instead setting it to the side before he picks up his coffee.

A wheezy laugh drops from his lips as he shakes his head at me, “Fine, here, Ms. Pouty. I must love you a whole lot t’ share me muffin,” Harry sighs, reaching into the bag and soon splitting it in half, handing me a chunk.

“Thank you . . love you,” it comes with a wink that he dismisses with a roll of his eyes.

“I know,” he huffs, breaking off a morsel of the dense bread. His eyes twinkle with mischief when I nudge my foot against his leg underneath the table. “Ditto, bug, always love you back too.”

I tried to find the words but they wouldn’t come. They couldn’t. Huffing, a hand dives into my hair as I stare back at the screen. It’s a welcomed respite when my wrist sings with a notification. Pushing back my sleeve, it reads Team Meeting at 2pm. I tap my palm against the screen to silence it before standing from my desk.

“Don’t look so sad to see me,” a voice teases. Lifting my eyes, I find Simon gliding down the hall towards me. The lawyer life suited him well, and so did his new job at the firm. He certainly had a flare for the suits, sporting a maroon number today. He seemed to be liking it and Harry never had a bad thing to say about him.

“Hi, Si.”

“Something the matter, Big B?” he pries, bumping his shoulder against mine as we turn into the east conference room where a few bodies congregate.

“No, just stuck on writing this deposition, so this will be a good break.”

“You mean a boring break,” Simon jokes, passing me an empty mug.

“Hey, I can’t be caught saying that around here,” I say, sarcasm laced in my hushed voice.

“Oh, yeah. We can’t have the boss’ girlfriend be heard saying his speeches were boring,” his animated lilt tickles a happiness at my lips. A laugh passes between us as steam from the hot coffee wafts across my face.

“What’s this I hear ‘bout boring? Ya aren’t talkin’ ‘bout yer bosses, now are you?” somebody pipes up. Looking over my shoulder, I’m awarded with the sight of Harry grinning far too proudly at his own joke. He embellishes it with a quick wink to me and a hand pressed into the small of my back.

“Oh, me calling you boring? Never in a million years,” Si cracks. I savor the sound of their loud laughs whilst pouring creamer and sugar into mine. Setting it down on the table we stand at, I pick up another mug, filling this one to the top with the scalding coffee.

“Thank you, my love,” my boyfriend smiles when I hand him the hot coffee. “Better go find a seat, tha two o’ you are late, per usual,” he quips, waving a circle into my back before leaving.

“Yeah right, like we’re late,” Si scoffs, turning to walk away. The rest of the gang had joined us by now, and I find an empty seat next to Rose towards the back.

I had come up with my own little rule at these things. It started with never sitting up front by Harry where he and Myles spoke. Certainly, I never sat in the back straight across from him where his eyes would gravitate. They both were bad ideas, and I’d quickly found them out from a past mistake or two.

Today, Myles started us off. There was something about a required employee training. Of course, there was the annual Halloween party coming up later this month, a charity function in the works, and working a table at an upcoming uni job fair. Harry and I may or may not be going as a certain Spice Girls couple, wink wink.

Slowly, like always, it grew to be boring. That’s when the texts started, despite the number of times Harry groaned about me distracting him on previous occasions. I quickly found it near impossible to not give him the dirtiest of looks across the room. It didn’t help that we were on near opposite sides, and he was facing Myles, pretending to pay attention. Per usual.

what should we do 2night for dinner? was thinkin i could do u 2 start with

He did a terrible job of wicking the smirk from his lips when I looked at him next. Kneading at his bottom lip hardly hid it, and drinking my coffee didn’t save me either.

You’re bad, is all I text back, making it look as if I’m taking notes on my laptop. I just hope nobody else can see, but I try to make sure of that.

oh i could be loads of things if u let me love. like in between ur legs 2night or if ur good enough some time b4 we go home

He didn’t even need to add a winky face or a saucy emoji. This man and his way with words, I swear it’ll be the death of me. He will, one way or the other. Hiding my laugh with a cough, I bring my mug back to my lips, nearly choking when Harry’s gaze slinks over to mine.

“You okay?” Si whispers.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answer, holding eye contact with Harry. Nobody else might notice it, but I see it. The way one of his dimples plays hide and seek with me on his cheek, accompanying his sly lips. A pair that I’m itching to have on me, here and now. Well, in fifteen minutes or so.

alright becks? choking already thinkin bout me big dick bein in ur mouth?

Stop, we’re in a meeting, Harry. Your meeting

doesn’t stop me love so don’t let it stop u now

God, you’re unbelievable, Harry

so are those lips of urs bug. cant wait 2 have those pretty things round me cock 2day. up 2 u if ya want me sooner or later

Trying to mask my long sigh, I press the cover of my laptop shut. It’s even harder to resist sneaking a look at Harry. He is so full of shit, faking a glance around the room just to make brief eye contact with me. Of course, while he licks his lips. My eyebrows lift only in the slightest and he manages a shrug at me whilst leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head like the cocky boss he is.

Rose’s spiel that was actually holding my attention is interrupted when my wrist vibrates ten minutes later. I’m already beginning to roll my eyes when I lift it, wondering what Harry has said now. But, it’s not him. It’s who I least expected out of anyone.

Hi, bunny. I’m in London for a few days . . . I want to see you. Could we get coffee or lunch? xo

The rest of Rose’s speech goes absolutely over my head. If you asked me what it was about, I couldn’t tell you, despite the fact that I heard it. But no, I didn’t. Not really. Nor did I hear Simon’s subsequent jokes or when Rose called on me to share progress on our case. I couldn’t remember what, just the way everybody looked at me, like the kid in class caught not paying attention. It didn’t help seeing the worry etched onto Harry’s face, then and now, as I sit in the car next to him.

Another one had come by now, and still, I had no idea what to say or do.

“Did ya hear what I said, ‘bout dinner?”

Lifting my gaze, I see Harry’s patient one waiting for me.

“No, sorry. What’d you say?”

Waiting for the light to turn, his hand had folded mine into his firmly. Delicate circles were left on my skin by his thumb. “You alright t’day, Becks?”

“Fine. Did you want to get takeaway for dinner, or just warm up leftovers?”

“F’get ‘bout dinner fer a second, Becks, and please tell me what’s been botherin’ you t’day. We agreed on no mo’ lies, bug, and I know yer not fine. I can tell,” his objection comes in a gentle murmur, accentuated by his thumb pressing against mine.

“I’m sorry,” it’s sighed, almost lost in the Arctic Monkeys song filling the car, until Harry turns it off. “My mum texted me today, during our team meeting.”

The ‘oh’ that comes from him is teeming with realization and a certain weight to it. All I can think of to do in response is to nod. I busy myself with sliding his new opal ring off his left forefinger.

“‘s okay, bug, I understand . . ‘m sorry, too. So, what’d her text say?”

The white glow from the touchscreen display in Harry’s Rover illuminates the reflective specks in the stone. They cover the rainbow, spanning from purple, white, pink, and a mint green. Harry had joked when he’d gotten it that I was probably going to steal it from him more often than not, knowing how I loved opals. He was right, and that was a few months ago. I had worn it until now on my thumb when he belatedly stole it back from me. It fit him better, anyways.

“That she’s in London, and she wants to get together,” my voice is childlike, shy and lacking volume. Harry begins to speak, until I stop him, with my voice and my subsequent words. “Then, when I didn’t respond that I’m invited to lunch with her and Robbie tomorrow afternoon at some restaurant Robbie likes.”

“Oh,” he hums, lips stilling when he looks over his shoulder before making a turn. “Did you text her back yet?”

“No. I don’t want to go, or talk to her. I dunno why she does this, just pop up out of the blue as if she hasn’t spoken to me in almost two years . . since my accident.”

“You don’t hafta go, Becks. There’s nothin’ makin’ you go. Yer an adult and you make yer own decisions, bug. You don’t owe her anythin.’”

“I know, but that doesn’t stop her from the guilt trips. I don’t even remember unblocking her number . . she must have gotten a new one. But, I’m afraid, Harry,” I confess, threading the ring back onto his finger riddled with fine dark hairs. He allows me, having gotten used to it by now, and the way that I trace the veins poking out of his skin.

“Of what, babe? ‘s not like she can- well, I guess she could.”

I try to swallow past the nerves, and the unsaid words, but it’s difficult, to say the last. “Yeah, she could. It’s not very hard to Google your name and find the address of your firm. She must know by now that I work for you again.”

“Bug, even if she came t’ tha firm, she has t’ get past Amelia first, and that’s not gonna happen. She’d ring you and say who’s in tha lobby waitin’ fer you, you could easily turn her away, if anythin’.”

“You’re right.”

“‘m always right,” he coos, lifting a brow at me goofily when his piercing eyes meet mine. The curl to his lips doesn’t linger, and they soon flatten out with understanding and severity. “It’ll be okay, Becks. Do what feels right. Text her back and say no, or don’t talk t’ her at all. She doesn’t deserve yer time o’ day afta what she’s put you thru.’ Dunno how people like that can’t understand ya don’t jus’ get t’ pop in and out o’ yer kid’s life,” it’s a muttering as his head shakes back and forth. The whirring sound of the garage door opening before us fills the empty space of the car.

Harry knew. He knew all about it with the disappearing parent act, the parent who was preferable when they were absent. Yet, his Dad had popped back into his life, but this time he hadn’t left. Sometimes, I was a tad bit jealous, if I were honest. Not with him, though, but Skye sniffed it out on me once. I had wished a thousand times over since I was little that my mum was different, that she was a normal mum, and a better one. It never came true that wish, but yet at 28, I still found myself making it without trying. Lasting only moments, I still felt sour with guilt at times for the thought, despite being overjoyed for Harry about the recent development.

“Have you spoken to your dad lately?” I decide to say, draping my work bag over my shoulder.

“Ya, um . . yest’day, I think it was. He called me on my way back from tha courts. He’s doin’ a job in Edinburgh but wants t’ get together with us when he’s back. I don’t rememba him bein’ a good cook, but he wants t’ have us over fer dinner at his.”

“That sounds nice. Would you like that?”

The house is quiet and dark when we step inside. The typical one word male response comes as I set my shoes next to his on the mat, letting him take my light coat.

“Shit, kinda forgot ‘bout takeaway. Are leftovers fine, bug?”

“Yeah, I don’t care,” my answer comes. Harry’s humming fills my ears, and although I love it, my attention is held elsewhere.

“Let’s wait on dinner,” he announces, but not until his arms come around my middle do I start to pay attention. The two waiting texts before me disappear when Harry gently takes my phone away, setting it down on the kitchen island. “I think I have an idea o’ how I could take yer mind off o’ things.”

I can’t resist, the way my lips split into a smile. The containers of Harry’s famous stir fry are forgotten on the counter when I feel the first kiss he plants to my neck.

“Oh, really, Mr. Styles, what ever could that be?” it comes out in a giggle, because all control I thought I had is lost with my words. He looks close to one when I turn around in his arms, finding his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Anythin’ ya want, bug, anythin’ at all.”

“A baby?” I tease, reveling in the sight of his eyes widening. Now, the laugh spills from his decadent, cherry lips.

“Careful there, Becks, yer gettin’ ahead o’ yerself. Y’know my stipulations on that one,” he jokes, wagging a finger at me. The soft light above the granite top island lends a glow to his face, not that he’d ever need another one, considering the sunshine he holds. I wish I could say the same thing for me, but he whisks it away with those very words. “Y’know ‘ll give you a baby one day, all tha babies you want. But, fer now, what’ll make my bug happiest?”

My answer doesn’t come in words or a look- well, I may let one go on accident. It’s hard not to while his eyes bore into mine, my hands making their way up his chest underneath his button down. “Will you come and take a bath with me?”

“Certainly. Rough day, bug?” I only nod my head, feeling the knot in my throat when I try to swallow, unable to stop remembering them all. “Wanna talk ‘bout it?”

My head going from side to side suffices for words, and so does the way I drop my head to his chest. His solid arms come around me, smoothing my hair back with gentle strokes.

“Sounds like a bath bomb and back massage kinda night.”

“Thank you,” is all I say, because I know that he knows, without him having to say it.

“‘Course, my love, jus’ wanna make you happy.”

Closing my eyes, I try to forget the things that had piled up the last week, and the questions I wish I could ask him, but I’m not sure how.

I don’t know where it had started, or even when, really. As Harry dips his hand under the bathwater to get it just right, they come floating back to me. The way he had been distant, and yet not, but one outweighed the other.

“C’mere, my girl,” he coos, inching a finger back and forth, beckoning me over to him. Obliging, the floor is ice cold against my bare feet, but his hands deposit a warmth on my skin I’ve missed. “Can I help you get undressed, honeybug?”

Nodding, I absentmindedly pick a spot on the wall to stare at. It was an imperfection at best, a white divot amongst the soft gray. From one of Harry’s drunken nights nearing a year ago, it appeared one morning and he still hadn’t gotten it fixed. It went unnoticed for lengths at a time, but I wish I could say the same for the things I picked up on this week. The way he’d immediately hang up on a phone call when I entered the room, at work or home. Speaking of his phone, he wouldn’t let me use it when I’d happen to lose mine and needed to look something up, not even to take a picture. Instead, he’d make up some excuse about expecting a call, or that it was about to die, despite seeing his battery was at least half full. It confused me, to say the least, but that only shrank in comparison when it came to the apparent work dinner I wasn’t invited to the other night. Then, there was the entire absence of talking about ring shopping, as if it had never existed. I’d ask if we could go and look at this shop, and he’d agree to it but no more would be said. Or, I’d show him a ring I saw online and he’d have nothing more to say than a one word response. It didn’t help that Skye seemed too busy for me as well, cancelling our weekly dinner to hang out with Asher instead, as if we couldn’t have all hung out together. I could have used one of her pep talks, or so I thought until I mentioned my predicament to her, and she brushed it off, telling me it was probably nothing. That only drove me further up the Worry Wall, now wondering if I was making something out of nothing.

“Alright, bubs?”

She wasn’t alright, and I could tell. It was clear as day, beginning with the far away look in her eye. It only stuck as I lifted her sweater dress over her head, and peeled her black jeggings from her legs.

“Pinky P?” she ignored our inside joke and got into the tub first. As I unbuttoned my shirt, I watched her as she rested her chin on her knees that hugged her chest. I wondered if she knew, and if I had been too distant, trying to hide it from her. The last thing I would ever want to do in the world is to hurt her. I’m afraid that while trying to do the most important thing in my life, I’ve hurt her in the process.

“Becks, wanna go out t’ dinner t’gether on Friday? I heard ‘bout this really great place, I think we’d like it,” she hums an audible confirmation, it’s barely there, whilst holding the raspberry colored bath bomb in her hand. “‘m gonna go and warm up dinner and we can eat it in tha bath. That sound good t’ you, bub?”

“Sure,” she says, again. She usually loves my stir fry, and when she doesn’t request her classic big glass of milk with it to keep the spicyness in check, I know she’s not herself.

Shit, what have I done?

I find her eyes have lulled closed after I set my empty dinner plate on the floor on top of hers. “C’mere, li’l one,” I hum, waving my fingers in and out towards her. She groans a denial, content to rest her head on her knees still. I don’t take no for an answer, hooking my hands in the crease of her legs. “Becks baby.”

Huffing, she lifts her pretty head and stuns me with those eyes. A tiredness sits in them, something more than exhaustion from getting up at six am today. Flashing my award winning smile at her, she at last uncurls herself and wades through the bathwater until I pull her onto my lap.

Now, the hot water isn’t the only thing keeping me warm when she curls up against my chest. Water collects at the ends of her hair, making it hard to comb my fingers through, but only at first. Peering down at her, I watch as her bare chest rises and falls with breaths, something I once was so afraid of not seeing. To never get to see again.

I thank my lucky stars on the daily for still being blessed with this sight. Her temple is damp with beads of sweat and water mixed together, but I can still smell it there, the orange blossoms and vanilla. Her smell, one I could inhale forever.

“‘m sorry ‘ve been so busy lately, I know ‘ve been a bit distant,” it begins as a mumble on my lips, and there’s no stopping it in time. “Know you’ve noticed it too, and that ‘s upset ya.”

“Is something wrong? Did I-,” her question is spoken gingerly, fear in her voice tinged with self-consciousness.

“No, ‘course not, bug. Nothing’s tha matter, and you didn’t do anythin’ wrong, please don’t think you did. ‘ve jus’ been busy with a project at work, but I promise it’ll be finished soon,” the thought itself brought to life by my voice teases my lips with a smile, knowing the finish line that I approach. At last.

“Okay . . thanks, Harry.”

“Welcome, bubs,” I murmur, exhaling against her forehead. Her forehead is balmy where I rest my lips, letting my eyes shut too, listening to nothing but the sound of her breathing. After all of this time, I still felt a chill in my bones when my thoughts were yanked to her accident. Now, it only makes me feel as if my words didn’t do enough to reassure her, but I wasn’t sure what more I could do without giving it away. No, I couldn’t do that. “I love you so much, Becks, can’t wait t’ marry you one day.”

“I love you too, Harry,” it’s an almost snigger from her decadent lips. I wait for more, but it doesn’t come, not until she stirs in my arms.

“What d’ya think yer doin’?” it’s my turn to spill a giggle, watching her move in my arms until she’s facing me. More importantly, straddling my lap and running a hand through my hair.

Her answers came in a simple shrug of her shoulders, but the tilt to her lips spoke volumes more. My name for her sounds from my lips as a tut, but she quickly whisks it away with her own on mine. The rippling of the bath water around us is the only sound besides the way our lips move together. Her ass is spongy and slick beneath my naked fingers, and her squeal against my lips is heaven and everything more.

“Can I still take you up on that offer?” her words graze my mouth, craving me to reach forward and return them to mine.

“What offer, bug?” I ask under hooded eyes, mine boring into hers the color of bottomless oceans.

It was more than music to my ears, it was everything good stitched together by her lips, “To take my mind off things . . and yours, in the process.”

“Certainly,” I say, beginning to move until her hands push against my chest. “Use yer words.”

“Let me.”

It’s a giggled reply at best, because as she adjusts herself on top of me, any possibility of speaking soon wanes. “Yer bloody confusin,’ y’know that, Becks?”

“Is this confusing to you, Harry?” she murmurs with a flick of her expressive brows. It’s not her words, but something else that knocks some air out of me. Nearly impossible to notice, her composure has grown since she’s become a lawyer, especially as she starts to rub her crotch against my hardening member.

“Not at all, baby, jus’ tell me what you need me t’ do.”

“Kiss me,” she answers, fervor shining in her voice. I don’t even get to laugh before she steals it from me with her lips, bringing a groan from them next when she takes my dick in her hand.

A quiet battle rages inside of me, not wanting her to leave, but at the same time, I need her to. There’s never a day where she doesn’t look beautiful, and on days when she has court she tries even more. She asked me once when I find her the most beautiful, and her first guess was these days when she argued her case, but I said no. It brought her eyebrows together in confusion, pinching her oval face in the cutest of ways. No, I found her the most beautiful in the first light of the morning, in the way sleep clung to every bit of her, making her slower and more . . her. It could be found in the lighty giggles that she painted the air with, the way her nose scrunched together in the middle of one. Her hair swept in different places, and how she clung to me like my own personal koala. If koalas were simultaneously personal heaters. Becks was most beautiful in the morning, because in those first few minutes of waking up, I was reminded anew that she chose to be mine. A dream of mine I doubted over and over about the possibility of.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she didn’t need makeup to make her beautiful, but her eyelashes longer from mascara fluttered against her skin with the question. Her dark chocolate eyebrows she swept a pencil over every morning hugged the pale skin between them.

“Oh,” it plummets from my lips with astonishment, and a clearing of my throat. The left corner of her mouth greets her cheek when the gesture clicks with her. God, sometimes she can still take my breath away by just the sight of her, even several years later. “Ya still manage t’ make me weak in tha knees, y’know that? I dunno how you do it, bug,” I reply with a clicking of my tongue, edging towards her. A shade of coral arrives in her cheeks with my words and proximity, only growing darker when I wrap my arms around her from behind.

“So do you, you know.”

“Mmm, thought so, thanks fer tha confirmation, love,” it’s a reply joined by my nose against her temple. Her flighty laugh graces my ears once more, and I’m smiling without knowing it. God, I can’t wait to hear that laugh for the rest of my life. Which reminds me. “You and Rose should get goin’, love, if ya want t’ get t’ tha courts early. Lunch traffic may be bad.”

“Why are you trying to get rid of me, Harry?”

“‘m not, jus’ lookin’ out fer you, ‘s all,” I choose to say, glad she can’t see the way that I check my watch, seeing the texts waiting on my screen. Too similar to how they’re waiting.

“Okay, Dad. I’ll see you later then, for dinner tonight?” Suddenly, I’m looking into her eyes, the very color I hope our kids have. I know our kids will have them, they’ll be so lucky.

“‘ll see you afta yer done, bug. Good luck on yer case, I know you’ll smash it.”

“Thanks,” it’s spoken with warmth, one that I know I’ll miss despite wanting her to go. Needing her to go. “Still picking me up after?”

“‘Course, my love. We can’t f’get dinner t’night.”

“I’m excited. Rose said she likes Isabelle’s,” she comments, wasting her

time by playing with the opal ring on my hand. Mine that she’d stolen for a good while, and I finally took back. “They have really good desserts and steaks.”

“‘ve heard that too. Can’t wait t’ try some with you t’night,” it comes out with a smile, but I’m never sure that I could ever match hers. It had gotten better over the last few days, I think I was finding a balance between keeping it but not keeping her out. Her lips taste of cinnamon roll coffee creamer and cherry chapstick when I peck her, just how she always does. I could do with kisses tasting like that forever and ever. “Bye, bug. You girls drive safe now.”

“We will. Bye, have a good day.”

“See ya. Stop putzing, and get goin,’ li’l one,” I titter, savoring the taken aback look on her face when I slap her ass. The sound of her’s fills my ears as I join her in the hallway, watching her walk away and get onto the lift.

I give it a few more moments, imagining the space placed between us, hoping she won’t be returning for something she had forgotten. Now, that would be bad. Only once I feel confident, do my feet wake up and I start on my way, contradicted by the way my heart gallops like a horse right out of the gates.

“Here we go, Harry. One o’ tha biggest days o’ yer lives, jus’ on tha horizon,” I mumble aloud to me and only him, stopping when I reach the door. Already, I can hear their voices from this side, but before I can open it, I fill my lungs with an impatient breath.

Their sounds slowly fall when I make my entrance, feeling as I’m still running that race inside of my chest, knowing I’m nowhere near the finish line. Perhaps, I’m just a bit closer. When each of their faces lifts to mine, the faces of our families, it imbues me with a shattering sense of reality meeting dreams. One I’ve had held inside of me for so long now.

“Alright, so ‘bout t’night then. You lot ready t’ help me with this or what?”

I thought I knew what I was doing, but when I turned onto our street, I quickly found that I had no idea at all. I was afraid she could feel the clamminess of my hand, or that that feeling of hers would give it away all entirely. The dinner had gone as perfectly as it could’ve, and I couldn’t be more grateful. I only hoped that the next part would, because it was the most important one of all. Arguably, this would be the most important case of my life that I needed to win. A whirring of the garage door gave a background to my thoughts as I tap at my Apple watch, heaving a sigh when I see the text.

We’re all ready when you are!

Pulling my coat around me tighter, I follow Harry through the garage and into the house. He had promised more chocolate once we had gotten home from dinner. Although it sounded wonderful, I wasn’t sure how I could fit any more in my stomach after the lavish meal we had just stuffed ourselves with. I still couldn’t figure out why he had gone out of his way to have dinner together at one of the most expensive places in town, Isabelle’s.

I barely get the chance to shrug off my coat when I feel him tug on my hand. His name escapes my lips in a giggle, similar to the one that gleams in his eyes.

“C’mon, bug, there’s somethin’ I wanna show you,” Harry insists, waiting for me to join him. Leaving the dark downstairs, I follow him up the flight of wooden steps.

“What’s that?”

“Yer supposed t’ be able t’ see Jupiter t’night in tha night sky. I know ‘s yer favourite one, bug,” I find myself nodding along with his words. Still, I’m unable to tear myself away from the warm gray suit he donned for tonight, the one that started it all for us.

“Okay, but I really need the loo first.”

“‘Kay, take yer time. ‘ll try t’ see if I can find it fer us then,” the words leave my lips with a wobbliness to them. If that feeling of her’s was piqued or if she knew something, Becks didn’t let on. All she did was flash me a funny smile before rushing into the bathroom, hardly closing the door.

No matter the lengths I go to, I can’t seem to breath in long enough. It all was descending upon me, as I peeked out at the back garden and felt a warmth bubbling inside of me and onto my lips. The effervescent feeling carried through in my limbs as I stepped onto the balcony, pressing record before smoothing down my hair and my suit.

I felt like if it were ever going to happen, my heart would certainly leap from my chest tonight. Just in a matter of moments, for her. Because of her.

“Did you find it, Harry?” I wonder aloud, stepping through the doorway of the bathroom, returning to our bedroom.

“Y-Ya,” from the balcony of our bedroom, he responds. Was that a stammer, I just heard? “C’mere, bug, lemme show you.”

“Okay,” my answer comes, and so does a thought when I glance Harry’s phone propped up on our bed with the camera pointing at me. Funny that it landed that way, I wonder when he’s going to break it from tossing it onto our bed so many times, I think quietly to myself.

The midnight indigo sky beckoned me forth, as did Harry who looked at me over his shoulder. A soft glow from the balcony light fell over us as I stopped at the railing beside him, peering up at the night sky.

“Alright,” he sighs, stretching out his arm to point a ringed finger at the expanse of darkness. “Ya see that bright light over on tha left hand side o’ tha sky? There it ‘s, that’s Jupiter fer ya. Told ya I knew a thing or two ‘bout space, Becks.”

“Wow, that’s amazing,” it comes out in a drawn out breath, astonishment dripping from my words. Even if it was just a twinkling light in the night sky, it was that seven letter word beginning with an A.

A tingly warmth builds on my cheek, and looking to my right, I find Harry smiling at me. For a second, I think I see a wetness collecting in his eyes, but it’s gone when I blink.

“What?”

My question sits in the air, unanswered by him while he brushes his thumb across my cheek.

“Yer amazin,’ Becks . . prettier than any star in any sky, my love,” his words are spaced out in between breaths, and his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, punctuating the end of his words. The corners of my lips lift into a smile, something he can never fail to do, but it was only one out of many.

“Thank you, Harry,” I murmur softly, stepping forward to press a kiss to his cheek. In the movement, something catches my eye. The feeling of his prickly cheek against my lips is but a memory as my gaze follows through with its curiosity. “Wait, what’s-.”

My lips pause and so does the question on my lips when I peer down at our back garden. The trees and bushes are lit up all over by candlelight. A breath gets caught in my throat as the image before me comes together, candles organized with their flames spelling two words. My hand instantly flies to my mouth as my breath escapes me, tears taking their place.

They read, MARRY ME?

I didn’t hear it or let alone see it, the way he had sunk down onto one knee, but when I turn to face Harry, the first one falls. Down my cheek, and then his. His trademark wheeze paints the air as his sages overflow with tears. Swallowing, I taste the briny ones on my lips as an image I’d dreamt of and doubted fills my eyes. It’s unmistakable, the way his knee shakes, the other bent underneath him as the light catches the gleaming diamond ring held in his hand.

“H-Harry,” it’s shaky and adorned with tears, but the sight before me becomes clearer when I blink. “Yes, of course, yes!” I exclaim, and he’s laughing deeply.

“I haven’t even said anythin’ yet, bug,” he chuckles loudly with a shake of his head. “C’mere you, get over here.” Obliging, my legs nudge me over to him where he takes my hand in his.

“Bloody hell, woman, I memorized this whole speech. Least let me try and say it,” the obnoxious and loud laugh that spills from his lips could never fail to be music to my ears. He blows out a breath from his lips rounded into an O, and we both shed apprehensive giggles. “Have I ever told you all o’ tha things I love most ‘bout you, Becks? I could write a book ‘bout ‘em all, but they start with how kind you always are. Reckon it was tha first thing I noticed ‘bout you after those killer eyes o’ yers on tha day we met. You’ve never stopped being kind t’ me, even when I didn’t deserve it, or when others didn’t. That and how bloody unrelenting you are were tha first things that struck me ‘bout you when you were my assistant, Becks. I never would’ve thought we’d get t’ where we are t’day seein’ where we started, but I could never thank you enough fer not givin’ up on me, Becks . . on us. God, ‘m ramblin’ now, ‘m sorry,” there it is again, his signature wheeze. A similar sound comes from me as we take a breather to wipe at our eyes. The only sound surrounding us is the galloping of my heart, probably his too, and my favorite sound falling from his lips.

“It’s okay, keep going. You’re doing great,” I urge him in a soft whisper, hoping my wink is half as good as his when he smiles that sunshine up at me. He nods once, squeezing my hand firmly before going back to tracing nervous circles onto my knuckles.

“Yer humor too, it may be cheesy sometimes, and not as funny as mine,” no, my wink could never be good as the one he gives me now. Effortlessly cute. “But I love it, and so many mo’ things ‘bout you, Rebecca Ann. Tha way you take care o’ me. I know ‘ve said it befo’ but yer so good t’ me with yer cookin’, puttin’ up with my cold feet in bed and tha way I hog tha covers, workin’ t’gether at me firm which I know presents ‘s own set o’ challenges, and how you’ve made me into a better person ev’ry day since I met you. Ya get on me nerves and yer stubborn as a bloody bull, but I can’t imagine spendin’ tha rest o’ me life with anybody but you. ‘s been that way fer years now, love, and I can’t go another day without you knowin’ it.”

“I do, Harry,” it’s a mere whisper, but his smile soaks it all up, and so does mine for his sunshine.

“Hey, what’d I say ‘bout you gettin’ ahead o’ yerself here?” his lips couldn’t lift higher and his sunshine couldn’t be brighter. Our heads shake with songs of laughter, my very favorite tune in the entire world. “Yer me favourite thing in this entire world, bug, and I want t’ spend tha rest o’ me life showin’ you that ev’ry day. I wanna have so many babies with you, even a li’l boy named Lennon perhaps, and a li’l girl named Luna, like we’ve said . . I want t’ argue cases with you fer tha rest o’ me career, ‘cos yer me favourite lawyer. Yer my partner, bug, and I always want t’ have you there at my side, Becks . . There’s so much mo’ I could say t’ you, tellin’ you how I love you, but I know I have tha rest o’ me life t’ do it. So, Rebecca Ann Holte-,” he pauses with a frog in his throat, shaking his head. A knot tightens in mine as I watch him press his face into the crook of his arm, crying quietly with a smile. Pulling away after a moment, he exhales and looks to me with a wet smile dripping with sunshine.

“Harry,” I sigh, tears tightening around my words.

Clearing his throat, he continues, “What d’ya say t’ changin’ that last name o’ yers t’ Styles fer me? Will you marry me, Becks?”

“There’s nothing I’d want more, Harry, than to spend the rest of my life with you,” they’re coated in tears, soon mixing with his when I collapse into his arms, my lips pressed against his. I feel the nervousness spill at last from his lips when they touch the crown of my head, laying kisses there in layers as we shed happy tears.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. Yer ev’rythin’ ‘ve ever wanted, Becks,” Harry whispers there, pressing me firmly against his front. The light catches the well of tears in his eyes when I belatedly pull away, bringing my hand to his cheek. “My fiancee.”

“Fiancee . . I like the sound of that,” I murmur, tracing the outline of his bottom lip. He nods with my words, just as a tear falls into the divot in his cheek.

“Y’know what I like tha sound of?” his voice is gentle and just above a whisper that I answer with my head cocked to the side. “Rebecca Styles. Becky Styles.”

It couldn’t feel sweeter, the sound that coasts off my lips, him soon replicating it. Even sweeter it tastes when I touch my lips to his, finding that same word in his smiling eyes. Following them, they fall to the mahogany colored wooden box he clutches in his hand.

“Oh, ya, can’t forget ‘bout this now. ‘s very important,” Harry says, opening the box once again, and I’m brought to tears by the sight of it.

“Harry, is that-,” I begin, but tears take hold of my voice prematurely, my hand over my mouth in disbelief. Sniffling, his ring laden hand dives into my hair, knowing how it calms me. “H-Her ring?”

Flicking my eyes to his, he hums a reply before his lips part, “Ya, ‘s yer Grandma Ann’s, Becks.” his neck smells of vanilla and sandalwood when I find myself in his arms again, spewing ugly tears onto his shoulder. “Been on tha phone with yer dad almost ev’ry day fer tha last two weeeks talkin’ ‘bout it, ‘bout doin’ this.”

Hiccups rack my chest when I pull away, eyes gravitating towards the glinting piece of jewelry tucked away into his large hand. “I-I see why you were being so sneaky lately,” I muster, swiping under my eyes. Despite the breaths I try to shove down my lungs, I can’t stop shaking.

“Ya, ‘m sorry ‘bout that. I thought somethin’ was up with you, figured you’d noticed. Didn’t mean t’ keep you out, Becks, but couldn’t have you findin’ out and spoilin’ all tha fun I had planned fer you,” he murmurs, booping my nose. My eyes fall shut when he presses his lips to my cheek, nudging his face against mine. “Important stuff here . . Now, let’s see if it fits.”

Gulping, I hold out my hand, wincing at the way it shakes. As I watch his long fingers delicately remove the golden ring from the velvet cushion, I try to remember how I’d come to be sitting on his lap. How all of this had happened. A sigh of relief washes over me when he takes my hand in his, gently squeezing it before his other nears it. With bated breath, my gaze flicks between his hand and his greens that watch the same.

A smile climbs my cheeks as Harry slides off my promise ring, pressing his lips to the naked skin. Happiness sighs from my lips with a choked sound, watching how he carefully places the thin golden band onto my finger. Folding my fingers into his, his wheeze graces the air as I admire the nostalgic ring.

“They’re me Grandma Claire’s diamonds too, from her wedding ring. She wanted me t’ use ‘em when I told her I was goin’ t’ propose t’ you,” he explains softly as I tilt my hand back and forth, watching how the several diamonds catch the light.

“Oh, Harry,” it catches in my throat as disbelief paints my insides. Guilt rises with it as I remember growing upset with him in my mind, fearing that this was never going to happen. Now, as I stare down at the ring that seals our promise, I truly can’t fathom it. Seeing is believing.

I’d seen this ring time and time again whilst growing up, admiring it on several occasions. My gran even let me wear it once or twice, joking that it was because I was her favourite. I never thought I would get to wear it one day myself, and that thought makes my vision swim with more tears. Blinking them away, I brush my thumb over the round diamond set into the middle, and the smaller tear drop shaped ones set into the winding bands of gold connecting to the main band.

“How’s it fit, bug?”

“Perfect,” my answer is shy, riddled with memories from the only other time I’d worn it before. It had once swallowed my finger, hanging dangerously loose. Not now. No, it fit me snugly, reminding me of all of the years that had passed. Bringing my eyes to his, the dimples only fall deeper into his cheeks. “It’s more than beautiful, Harry, thank you . . Thank you for letting me keep her with me every day, and Claire too.”

“Yer mo’ than welcome, Becks. ‘m so happy that they get t’ be a part o’ this with us.”

My chest only shakes harder when he says those words, and I even feel his do the same against mine. At last, the dryness in my throat wasn’t because of pain or hurting, but for a moment, I let myself feel that. I allow myself to remember speaking with her about when I would get married one day as I wore her ring that was too big for me, wishing for a second that I could go back to that day.

“Harry, you have no idea how much this means to me . . to get to have her with me for this.” wrinkles gather around his eyes when I see them again. They’re painted with tears, and the mere sight of him makes my heart swell. I never thought it could be this good. No, not when I dreamt out loud with my gran about one day wearing a big, white dress and marrying the man of my dreams. I could have never known that I’d be blessed with a man who was that, and more. “I used to talk to her about my silly little girl dreams of getting married, and she’d let me try on her ring and . . “ I muse, my forehead pressed to his, staring at the ring together.

“Yer dad told me ‘bout that, it only made it seem even mo’ perfect t’ use her ring. He was so happy t’ pass it on t’ me, Becks- onto you,” Harry whispers, sponging kisses across my face in slow movements. I couldn’t remember a time when I hadn’t been smiling, and was sure that I’d never be able to stop, mumbling soft ‘thank you’s to him.

“Well?!” comes a shout from nowhere. Nearly jumping, my gaze lifts to the balcony railing and the flickers of light I make out through them where the voice had come from. “What’d she say?! We’re bloody dying over here waiting, and freezing our asses off, mind you!” When my eyes meet Harry’s, our giggles light up the air around us, our breaths mingling.

“I’m fucking freezing! Are you done yet?” comes yet another voice, one that I also recognize. My eyebrows only fall further into a question as I look at Harry.

His shoulders rise only to fall, “What? Don’t think I set up all o’ those candles and lit ‘em meself, d’ya? ‘s flatterin’ if ya think so, but I had a li’l help.”

“What, who?”

“Who d’ya think, bug? Our family,” he answers, swiping his thumb underneath my eye to catch a tear. It makes my lips still, the way he said it. They’re my family now, and mine is his. “Care t’ do tha honors, or shall I?”

“You can. I just know you’re itching to,” it’s a giggle that only grows louder as he lifts his eyebrows at me.

“She said yes! We’re gettin’ married!” Harry shouts, and a loud cheer follows ensuite from down below. My favorite sound in the world fills my ears when his lips come to press against my head. “My Becks, forever and ever, baby.”

“Forever,” I repeat aloud, trying it out, as if I hadn’t already a million times over in my head. “Wait, who all did you rassle together for this sneaky mission of yours?”

“We’ll meet you inside, it’s fucking cold out!” Robbie shouts, followed by a loud ‘brr.’

It comes from his lips again, that sound. Tilting my head to meet his eyes, the sound of his heart thumps in my ear. I’m not sure I could have found a better spot.

“As you can tell by their loud mouths, Skye and Robbie, first o’ all. Then, ‘course yer dad and my mum, me sister, Myles, and Asher,” he grins, pride dripping from every word he speaks. “My Dad helped with tha reservation at Isabelle’s, he couldn’t have spoke higher o’ tha place. I can see why now, can’t picture our pre-proposal dinner bein’ anywhere else. It only made t’night mo’ perfect . . ‘d thought o’ doin’ it with Scrabble tiles, seein’ how ‘s always been our thing, but I wanted somethin’ grander. Mum and Gemma gave me tha idea o’ spellin’ it out bigger ‘til I thought o’ candles. Then, it was jus’ a matter of gettin’ enough o’ ‘em and lightin’ ‘em. I left tha hard part t’ them, and that jus’ left me with tha ring. Reckon that was really tha most difficult o’ all. Me Gran said I could have her wedding ring, I almost started cryin’ I was so choked up ‘bout it. It was that weekend I took ya home with me, seems it made her a li’l emotional talkin’ t’ ya knowin’ what was gonna happen. That was ‘til yer dad said he wanted me t’ have yer Grandma Ann’s ring, seein’ how close tha two o’ you were . . It jus’ seemed perfect, ‘d been thinkin’ so long on what kinda ring t’ get you, and it jus’ clicked. ‘Course, I still wanted t’ include me Gran somehow. Yer Gran’s ring was missin’ a few stones and hers fit jus’ right. I couldn’t be happier ‘bout tha ring, Becks, and it looks so beautiful on you, love. Like . . like it was made fer you, bug.”

Words escape me, not that any feel like they could do any justice at this moment. No, those ones aren’t anywhere to be found, besides the ‘thank you’ I tell him, and the other one I say to him with my lips.

I’m unsure if my legs will ever stop feeling like Jello when he helps me stand, my arms around his waist at the soonest chance. His lips radiated sunshine, but this time, every inch of his face did too. It’d spread to his limbs, imbuing me with his contagious rays when his arms come around me, and the way his lips wouldn’t leave mine alone.

“What are you doing?” it’s a mumbled question laced with pure confusion when he pulls me over to the right side of the balcony. Realization only dawns on me when I watch what he picks up, light at last revealing it. “You recorded it?” there they are again, hugging my voice and refusing to let go.

“‘Course, I did,” Harry grins, sliding his hand into the cloth handle on the other side of the compact camcorder. “Still am, look at my beautiful fiancee, and soon t’ be wife.”

“Harry,” it sounds sad until my laugh overwhelms it, because my smile hasn’t even signalled a departure.

“Look at that dimple shinin’ so bright,” he remarks, thumbing at the indent in my left cheek. It wanders to the imperfection below my eye. His hand is warm and clammy when mine comes to surround it, overflowing his eyes with tears. “And that ring- bloody hell, can’t believe I get t’ marry you- Hey, kids, if yer watchin’ this one day, which I bloody well hope you are, this ‘s yer Mum. ‘sn’t she absolutely gorgeous? I can’t wait t’ marry yer Mummy, she’s truly tha best person ‘ve met in me entire life- well, ‘til we meet you lot.”

“Harry,” this time, it’s choked with a sob, or a few. His hand comes to his eyes, pressing his thumbs against his greens with that sunshine on his lips. The breathy sound of happiness sings from his lips when he drops it after a few moments of soft tears, staring back at me, his book wide open.

“Figure we should show ‘em tha main attraction,” panning to the right, I follow him to the balcony where the multitudes of flickering flames still remain. “We’ll hafta go and blow ‘em out.”

“Not yet. I just want to look at them awhile . . with you.”

His reply is only a sniffle, amplified by the way he pulls me against his side, pointing the lens at us now. I look past it, down at the ground where the sight still steals the breath from my lungs, just like the pair of lips on my forehead.

A few moments later, maybe longer, Harry’s whisper breaks through my thoughts, “Ready t’ go downstairs and show ev’rybody?”

“Just a few more minutes.”

“Dontchu worry, we’ve got forever, Becks.”

Usually, I’d roll my eyes at the cheesy line he deals, but I can’t stop staring at him, still smiling at the thought of getting that with him. Forever.

It beckoned me, trying and failing to drag me away, but I still wasn’t ready. Soft snores had begun to leave his lips long ago. I’m not even sure what the hour was anymore. Skye was the last to leave, to nobody’s surprise, when the small hand was nearing the eleven. Chocolate galore, charcuterie boards, pizzas, and sparkling grape juice filled the hours amongst more crying and stories upon stories. Harry’s clothes were the first to go once we were alone, and mine followed his soon after.

I wondered if I’d ever stop thinking about it, or more importantly, stop staring at it. Only the least bit of light ran through the barely closed curtains, catching the ring, just like it’d always been. I also wondered when I’d stop crying, it was a little embarrassing when it happened in between the sheets with Harry.

His stirring beside me brought my eyes upward and to him. Lines gathered on Harry’s forehead in his sleep, relaxing a second later. A huff fell from his lips and into the air as he relaxed, an inked arm stilling underneath his pillow. With a long blink, I belatedly tug the covers over my shoulders, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck. He didn’t groan anymore or even move at the touch, or when the tip of my finger begins to trace the lines of the numbers hovering over his heart. The year that started it all, a three letter word that now had turned into forever, something I never thought I would get to have with him. I fall asleep with the smile still stuck to my lips, unwavering against the warm skin of his neck.

A few days later, and it still hadn’t worn off. Secretly, I was hoping that it never would. Again, the smile still came when I caught sight of the promise on my finger, and was only a reach away. When I stopped in front of the sink in our ensuite bathroom, it fell when I called to Harry with a question, but only for a moment.

“Babe, have you seen my pill pack?”

“No, I don’t think so. Have you checked tha usual spots?”

“Yeah, I don’t know where I put it,” sighing, I pad across the cold, tile floor. “Oh. Well, I’m sure I’ll find it.”

Song: Let’s Get Married by The Bleachers (click to listen) ;) ;)

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fiction-in-my-blood · 4 years

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A Dark Past (KBBTB Eisuke x MC)

This is my first post so I hope people like it! I don’t know much about writing on Tumblr so this is a little nerve-wracking lol. I also mainly write stories so I hope this doesn’t seem awkward.

Trigger Warning: Talks of Miscarriage, Jealousy, kinda angsty?

Premise: MC finds out she’s pregnant, which she thought was impossible. Getting scared about her future with the man she loves, she meets up with an old friend she hasn’t seen in years. How will Eisuke react to this unknown fellow?

Word Count: 3877

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Eisuke and I have been together for a long time now. Being with him, I never thought I could feel this way about someone again. Life has been good and surprisingly calm, despite all of the criminal activities going on in the hotel. However, I've been feeling a little under the weather lately. I'm woken up at night with pains in my stomach, and they're not the usual cramps I get every month. I know what this might mean, it's happened to me before, but I was told I'd never be able to get pregnant again.

"They said it was a slim possibility, but ultimately null." I bite the inside of my lip as I stood in our bathroom, staring at the stick on the countertop. Eisuke was out and I was technically meant to be working, but I couldn't get the thought out of my head. We had never talked about having kids, I wasn't sure he even liked them. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go through pregnancy again. Not after the last time...

Seconds ticked by like minutes as I stared at the lines thickening on the display. I felt physically sick and turned back to the toilet. It took all of my bravery just to go to the store and buy a test. What would happen when I try to tell him?

Suddenly, my alarm sounded and I jumped up, my eyes darting to where I had left my phone. Quickly turning it off, I hesitated to look at the pregnancy test. What if it's negative? Would I be disappointed? I never thought about having a family since the accident, I thought my chances to do it were over.

Sighing, I thought it would be better to just get it over with. I'll have to decide what to do when I know how I feel about having a baby. Right now, I wasn't even sure that I was pregnant.

"Two lines," I observed the two pink stripes on the stick and felt my body go limp. Falling to my knees, I dropped the test, believing I was dreaming. There was no way. How? Well, of course, I knew how. But it was meant to be impossible...

A few years ago, I was engaged to a man I loved. Truthfully, he proposed because I was pregnant, but I always dreamed of having a family together. We never felt like we were forced into committing to each other for life. But, one night on the way back from the college I studied at, I was hit by a drunk driver. I lost my child and my fiance and I grew distant and quickly called our relationship quits. I was told there was so much trauma done to my body that I would never be able to carry a baby to term, let alone get pregnant in the first place.

My throat closed up as I thought back to when I was told that by my boyfriend, tears in his eyes as he clutched my bruised hand in his.

Before I knew it, I was balling my eyes out, not being able to look at the floor where the test laid. I clutched my belly as the sick feeling returned and I felt like screaming. I couldn't go through that again. I couldn't have another miscarriage. It could kill me.

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I wasn't sure how much time past as I sat on the floor of my bathroom, but by the time I had come to my senses, I started to panic about all the work I hadn't done. Scrambling to my feet, I threw the test into the trash and took out the bag, emptying it before Eisuke came home and discovered it. Taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I splash my face with water and dried my eyes with the back of my arm before walking out.

In the common area of the penthouse, I tried to slide past those that were there, unnoticed. "____! Come over here!" Ota called out to me as I tried to hide my face from them. I knew my eyes would be red and puffy and I didn't want to have to explain myself to them- not before I spoke to Eisuke- because I knew they would be able to get it out of me. I was so weak to their persuasive questioning I almost always disclosed my thoughts. Even when I was afraid of Eisuke, when he first bought be from the auction, Baba could get me to admit that in front of him.

"S-Sorry, Ota. I'm in a hurry!" I ran to the elevator and quickly as possible got myself to the basement where the hotel's trash was collected.

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At the end of my shift, I had barely gotten the rest of the rooms in the hotel cleaned, let alone get back to the penthouse to clean there as well. I was too scared to see Eisuke. I didn't know what I was going to say. I didn't even know if I was going to tell him. What if he gets mad? Would he blame me for getting pregnant? Would he get mad that I didn't tell him about my past experiences? I wasn't ready to have that conversation with him.

"Hey, ____, you okay?" My coworker and close friend, Sakiko, approaches me with a somber look on her face. I had been staring holes in the wall on the break room, trying to process my thoughts. I didn't even notice her coming in.

"Y-Yeah. I guess I've been feeling a little off lately." I stumbled over a lie to get her to back off, not wanting her to know. I didn't want her to start pitying me like everyone else I knew at the time. I moved here to get away from it.

"Maybe you should get some sleep, you look tired." She shows me a kind smile as she puts her hand on my shoulder. I quietly agree and reluctantly return to the penthouse, where I live with my boyfriend.

Luckily, no one was there. I assumed it was because of the auction, the IVC had started soon after my shift. Collapsing onto the bed I shared with the man I love, I stared up at the ceiling. I felt an overflowing urge to call my ex-fiance, just so I could confide in someone that had been through what I had been through. But, it had been years since we spoke, I don't even know if he has the same number.

"Oh, what's the problem in trying." I sighed, pushing myself up with my arms and grabbing my phone from the nightstand. It rang few a few seconds before someone spoke up. To my surprise, it was him.

"Yuta," I whispered, too astounded that I heard his voice on the other line to leave a proper greeting.

"____?" His rough voice resounded as my eyes grew wide. From what I remembered, he was trying to quick smoking when he found out I was pregnant. I guess the events that followed pushed him back to it.

"I-I'm sorry, it's so late. I... I didn't expect you to pick up." I quickly shied away.

"No... No, it's okay. It's nice to hear your voice." He responded, sounding a little sad. My panicked features changed to an expression of sadness. I honestly felt the same.

"How have you been?" He spoke up after some silence.

"I've been good. I got a job at this casino hotel thingy. How about you?" I talked slowly, not wanting to lay all my worries on him first after all of the years we haven't spoken.

"I made detective. In narcotics." Yuta reported and my heart filled with pride. When I knew him, he was just a patrol officer. It was his dream to become a detective one day.

"That's great! I'm so happy for you!" I cheer quietly, not wanting Eisuke to overhear me if he came back to the penthouse before the auction was over. Who knows how he would react if he knew I was talking to a man he didn't know, let alone my ex.

"____, how are you really?" Yuta's tone was grave like he could see right through the weak facade I was trying to put up. I sighed, tears collecting in my eyes as I fell back onto the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, I took a deep breath to try and calm my racing heart. Although, it didn't help much.

"Can we meet up soon? I want to see you, but I don't feel like I can explain over the phone." Yuta knew my need to see someone's facial expressions when I spoke to them. He knew how much I prefer to have a face-to-face conversation rather than over the phone. He grew silent for a moment.

"Sure. I have some free time tomorrow. Should we meet at our old spot?" He chuckled, maybe remembering all the fun times we had at the cafe we would eat lunch together. It was near his station on the other side of the city.

"That sounds great. I'll see you then." Not needing to discuss a time, I hung up. My voice croaked due to the tears collecting in my eyes and once I had put my phone down, I let them free. Thinking about my situation, I fell asleep alone, hugging my pillow.

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In the morning, I was greeted by Eisuke staring right into my eyes. "Wh-What are you so close for?" I shrieked when I noticed the distance between us. The pillow I had been holding was gone and he had his arms wrapped around my waist.

"What's wrong?" His glare was as strong as I've ever seen it and I worried that I might have done something wrong. Soon, the memory of yesterday flashed through my mind and I felt my heart tighten.

"There's nothing wrong," I responded and he almost looked angry that I had lied.

"Then maybe I'll have to force it out of you?" He grabbed my chin so that I couldn't look away, smirking at my lips.

"I-I have plans today." Not wanting to get roped into the day of passion he seemed to be planning for us, I pushed on his chest. Although, despite my rejections, he pushed his face closer to mine, holding the back of my head, and kissed me passionately. Not being about to resist him, I slowly eased into his body as his hands explored my curves. I quickly grew worried he might feel a bump, even if I hadn't noticed one yet. I asked him to wait through the kisses raining down on me. It took everything I had to resist the moans he coerced out of me as he nibbled on my neck.

"Eisuke!" I called out as his fingers continued to travel my body through my begging him to stop. His gaze shot up with a glare and he got up, storming to the bathroom before I could say anything else. Sighing, I brought my knees under my chin, loneliness surrounding me as I thought about what could happen if I told him. It was the same empty feeling I had when I found out I lost my baby. I had to force myself out of bed and to change before Eisuke had his shower.

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Luckily, I made it to the old cafe I used to frequent without much else hassle. The penthouse was empty and I had a vacation day to spend. When I arrived, I scanned the faces of the occupants until my gaze fell on a familiar face. He had definitely matured since I had last seen him. Maybe because of all the hard work he put into accomplishing his dream, he looked a little tired. His wavy hair was tasseled, but the suit he wore was neat. He was definitely more built; his shoulders were broader than I remembered. It was nice to know he hadn't let himself go like I had for the first year we had parted. He was a grown man now.

My shoulders eased when we made eye contact and I felt a small smile spread across my face. Stepping through the rows of tables, Yuta stood up when I reach his.

"It's great to see you again, Yuta. You look well." I announced as he hugged me and I hugged back. I was right, he had gone back to smoking. The overbearing scent was similar to Kishi's.

"You too. You're cuter than I remember." Instinctively, he placed a hand on my head and I looked up, smiling. To be honest, I felt slightly guilty about lying to Eisuke and making him angry. It almost felt like I was cheating on him.

Pulling me out of my anxious thoughts, Yuta invited me to sit down. "You remembered my order?" I stared at the hot chocolate in front of me, eyes widening as the familiar scent filled my nose.

"It's the only thing you ever ordered, even though you could never finish it. How could I forget?" Thinking back on the years we spent together, from high school to college, I grew somewhat emotional. It had been so long since I thought about those memories in a fond way. They had forever been tarnished by the accident that I blocked the feelings I used to feel.

"So... Is everything okay?" An anxious look grew on Yuta's face as he noticed my expression sadden. Suddenly, I burst into tears, quickly hiding my face with my hands so I didn't embarrass myself in front of everyone here. It seemed busier than it used to be. "__?" Not knowing what to do, all my ex-fiance could say was my nickname.

"Yuta... I... I don't know what to do." Tears trailed down my face as I lowered my hands to grab a tissue.

"Are you in trouble? If you are, I can help you." His expression grew shocked, but I shook my head as I tried to save my pride by dabbing away the tears.

"I'm not in danger... But... I'm... I'm pregnant." I felt more tears flowing down my cheeks as his eyes grew wider. "I thought it wasn't possible, but there was a slim chance. And now... I don't even know if he wants children... I can't lose another one, Yuta..." I kept my voice low so that I didn't disturb anyone else in the shop. Forcing myself to look up at him, I saw how shocked he look. He couldn't even say a word.

As I sat there, trying to compose myself, he was able to process the information. "Have you been to a check-up?" He mumbled and I shook my head.

"I took a test, and I know that they can be wrong... But I know that I am, Yuta. I know this feeling." I held my stomach and finally noticed it was rounder than usual.

"The man you're with... Do you love him?" He kept his sentences short, maybe to stop himself from saying too much.

"I do. I really really do love him. But, we haven't been going out for that long. We haven't even talked about the future." Despite the fact that he had bought me for millions of dollars, I didn't know if he could ever settle down. With the way he behaved with women before me, was that even a possibility in his mind?

"Come with me." The comment was so odd, I couldn't believe I had heard it at first. My gaze shot up and that same serious expression from when he proposed to me appeared on his face. "If you don't think he'll accept you, I'll look after you. I will commit to you." He explained and my heart broke a little. My feelings for him were in the past, but I wasn't so sure his were as well.

"I can't do that, Yuta. Not before I try. I'm sorry." My gaze fell to the drink in front of me. It was no longer steaming with heat, but the hands I held around it kept it warm.

The air around us was still for a moment. "Okay. But, if he doesn't want you, I'm here." He gets up and leaves the cash for our drinks on the table.

"Yuta!" I jumped up as he passes me and he turns around. "I'm sorry. For everything. I should have been more careful back then. And I should have tried to love you more afterwards. I'm so sorry." I threw my arms around his torso as I whispered my confession. "But, thank you. You were my best friend. I wouldn't have made it out of that part of my life if it wasn't for you." I look up at him with a determined look on my face. Knowing that I was able to survive my last pregnancy, I was enlightened with confidence. Yuta smiled at that look on my face and put a hand on my hair again.

"It's good to see you happy again. It's been a long time since I've seen that smile." He seemed a little sad as he tried to hide his true feelings before he left me standing in the cafe alone.

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On my way back to the penthouse, I stopped by a convenience store to buy another pregnancy test. I wanted to be sure before I told Eisuke, and have proof to ensure that I wasn't trying to prank him. It was nerve-wracking when I reentered the penthouse to find everyone sitting together, except for Mamoru. Eisuke and I made eye contact across the room, but he looked away before I could greet him. I guess he's still mad about this morning? I sighed and let my shoulders drop as I walked up to our apartment.

Taking the test, I wasn't as surprised as I had been when it came up positive. However, I still had that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that he wouldn't accept me.

Suddenly, as I stared down at the stick, rapid knocking occurred on the locked bathroom door.

"Y-Yes?" I called out as Eisuke called through the door. He ordered me to open it and in my panic, I placed the test on the counter and unlocked the door. Without a word, he stormed in and pinned me to the wall by my shoulders.

"Where did you go today?" He scowled down at me. It was the same distrustful scowl he gave me when we first met. My eyes grew wide at his curiosity and I tried to explain without making him overreact.

"I-I met with an old friend." The reply was vague, which only made him madder.

"Was it a guy?" He asked again and my brows frowned.

"Did you follow me?" I was a little offended that he didn't have as much faith in me as I thought he did.

"You've been acting strange lately so I had Kishi follow you. He said you met with a detective." He explained harshly and I felt my face flush up in embarrassment. Mamoru had likely seen me crying my eyes out in front of him and either got the wrong idea or knew exactly what we were talking about. He saw us hugging.

Looking away from Eisuke's strong gaze, I thought carefully about what I was going to say. "Will you let go of me so I can explain?" I mumbled as I was still being pinned to the wall be my shoulders. But he didn't let go and showed no sign of hearing me. I looked up again, intending on repeating myself, but I was cut off by an aggressive kiss. Eisuke's hands quickly moved to the hem of my top, intending on lifting it up.

"Ei...su...ke..!" I tried to get him to back off, but his lips only attacked mine more. As I had been caught off guard, I was running out of air.

"I'm going to punish you for thinking you could find someone better than me." He pulled back, ripping my shirt off me. I quickly hid my chest as my cheeks flushed red.

"I'm not going anywhere! Let me explain!" I demanded as he tried to continue undressing me.

Getting to the end of my tether, I sighed. "He's my ex-fiance," I announced and Eisuke's hands froze. I cleared my throat as I felt his rage overflowing. "We split up a few years ago. Long before we met." I was slow to explain, trying to stop myself from crying. He could bearly look at me.

"W-We broke up... Because I... I had a miscarriage." Tears started to build up in my eyes again, with my weak knees, I slid down the wall. Eisuke had turned away from me now, but I couldn't force myself to look in the mirror to see his expression. I was almost too scared to know.

"I was hit by a drunk driver on my way back from a college lecture... We broke up because I lost our baby." My voice grew hoarse as I continued. The days of stress and heartbreak were taking a toll on me. I was too busy remembering that shameful feeling to see him walk towards the bathroom counter. "I was told that I couldn't have another baby... But... I've been feeling ill lately..." I added.

"That's why you've been waking up in the middle of the night," Eisuke muttered, but the room was quiet enough for me to hear him. I never knew he knew that I would stay up late at night to run to that bathroom before I threw up my dinner.

His comment made me look up again and I saw him holding the pregnancy test in his hand. "I called Yuta because I was scared. I didn't want to lose another child. It almost killed me last time..." I finally felt comfortable enough to share my feelings with him. "...If... If you don't want a baby... That's okay, but I-."

Eisuke cut me off by turning around, kneeling in front of me, and hugging me close. My eyes grew wide as he held me close. What surprised me was that his hands didn't wander. He wasn't looking for anything more. Even though I was basically topless, my bare skin pressed against his suit shirt, he just held me with the warmth of someone who cared. He didn't have to say anything for me to know that he accepted me.

"I-I was so scared." My frail voice resounds around us and he pulls back, staring at me like I'm crazy. Tears had been falling down my face as he held me and I'm sure his shoulder was drenched. "I was so scared that you wouldn't want me. I-I would never leave you, Eisuke. I love you!" I cried out to him and his expression softened to one of sadness.

"Geez, you don't have to cry." He sighed, rubbing my cheeks to try and dry them. "I love you too." He whispered, leaning in and giving me a soft kiss. This time I was more than happy to reciprocate, but my tears wouldn't stop flowing.

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skzpoet · 4 years

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soulmates

Hyunjin / AU

Summary: Everyone talks about it. Everyone talks about soulmates. Everyone talks about meeting their soulmate in the most romantic way and how them trusting the ways of fate, was easily the best decision they’ve ever made. But not me. I haven’t met my soulmate yet, and I don’t think I will.

Genre: soft, fluff

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Everyone talks about it. Everyone talks about soulmates. Everyone talks about meeting their soulmate in the most romantic way and how them trusting the ways of fate, was easily the best decision they’ve ever made. But not me. I haven’t met my soulmate yet, and I don’t think I will.

Many people have met their soulmate by the age of 20. I turn 21 in a week. I have seen no sign of my soulmate in the 20 years I have existed. Some have their soulmates name on their wrist. Some have an outline of a puzzle piece somewhere on their body and their soulmate is the missing piece. Some even dream about them. But me? Nothing. I came to terms with not finding a soulmate a couple months ago. I stopped checking my body for clues a week ago.

My friends pity me. They already have their person. Anytime we hang out, they give me this sympathy look and i always roll my eyes at them. I’m fine being alone, because that’s all I’ve ever known. After all, how can i yearn for something that I never had?

I work at a small coffee shop right in the middle of San Francisco, California. You would expect it to be busy because of the location it is in, but it’s the opposite. Starbucks is right next to us so most of the business goes there, but I don’t mind it. People who come here, are mostly elderly people and some teens who are just looking for something cheap on the way to school.

It’s currently 5:30pm and the store closes in 30 minutes. Because of it being the weekend, we close an hour early. Today felt long so I was excited to go home. I took the mop out of the supply closet and got to cleaning the main lobby when the bell to the front door went off.

“I’ll be with you in a second!” I say loudly so the person could hear me. I hear a small “okay” in return. I finished mopping the section I was doing, and set the mop to the side. I walked to the register wiping my hands off on my apron. “What can I get you today?” I say still looking down to the register, pressing buttons to get the persons order ready.

“Umm..” I look up to see his fingers tugging his bottom lip as he stares at the menu, deep in thought. I take this chance to admire him. He wore a beanie that covered his hair. He was wearing a buttoned up coat, but underneath was a black and white striped turtleneck. I admired his style. Something about his style though, didn’t seem like the typical San Francisco style you see everyday. It makes me wonder if he’s from California.

“Did you catch that?” He said snapping me back to reality. Redness forms to my cheeks as I noticed him catching me starting at him for too long. “No, I didn’t. I’m sorry. Could you say it again?” I look down to the register, fearing I would stare too long if I looked at him again. He gave me a slight chuckle before saying his order again.

I immediately started on his drink as he stands by the counter browsing through his phone. I take this opportunity to look at him some more. He’s tall. Like, really tall. If I ever hugged him, his chin could fit perfectly on the top of my head.

Wait. What? Why am I thinking about this? Am I okay?

I blush again. Shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts. I finish making his drink.

“Here’s your Americano...” I trail off, not knowing his name. He looks up from his phone and then to me. “Hyunjin.” He says with a smile.

“Hyunjin.” I say. I return the smile. He grabs the drink from my hand and stands there for a little bit. It seemed like he wanted to ask a question.

“What’s your name?” He asks. I stumble with my words before I finally say, “Y/N.” I look at him more, studying his face.

“Y/N.” He says and smiles, repeating my actions from a few minutes ago. He walked backwards towards the door, still looking at my face. “Goodbye, Y/N.” He turns around and just like that, he’s out the door. I let go of the breath I didn’t know I was holding. I took a few minutes to collect myself again before returning to my duties.

Fifteen more minutes until I could close the shop and go home. My mind was full of Hyunjin and the interaction I just had with him. He was the prettiest boy I ever saw. His smile reminded me of honey. Sweet and golden. He had that type of smile that could be put into an art museum. He is art.

My thoughts get interrupted by a sneeze. “Bless you.” I say immediately. “Thank you!” The voice said back.

I finish my duties and close the shop. I turn the lights off in the back where only employees can go and then make my way to the front. I pick up the chairs that were in the lobby and placed them on the table. Afterwards, I got my keys and turned off the last light.

Wait.

I look around me and view the store. It was silent. Nothing was running. It was dark and the only thing you could hear was my keys dangling by my side.

I’m the only one here. I thought to myself. So who sneezed?

I drove home replaying the events from tonight. First meeting Hyunjin and now the sneeze which i’m positive I heard but now beginning to think i’m going crazy. I heard the sneeze and the response “thank you” so clearly and the voice sounded familiar. Was I going crazy? Probably. I sighed and continued on my drive home.

I unlocked the door that led into my home. I saw my mom and my brother sitting in the living room watching something on Netflix. I heard the all too familiar sound of paws on the hard floor meaning my dog knew I was home.

I set my stuff down near the door and leaned down to welcome my dog with open arms.

“Hi baby!” I was attacked with kisses all over my face and her head butted mine from excitement. My mom noticed what was happening and turned her head towards me. “Dinner is on the counter.” She said softly. I got up from kneeling and picked up my stuff. “I’m not really hungry, thank you though.” I walk towards the kitchen to get water.

“Y/N?” I stop. I turn around to see who was calling my name. My mom and brother were still sitting on the couch, their attention glued to the TV.

“Did you guys call my name?” I ask both of them. “No.” They both said in unison, not taking their eyes off the TV. I shake my head, ignoring the voice that I happened to have heard for the second time tonight. I grab water and quickly head up stairs.

I grabbed my laptop and sat on my bed. I opened my laptop and went to Google. Searching for something I swore to never look up anymore. Soulmates.

Don’t know if you found your soulmate? Here’s 10 common clues to look for!

I clicked on the link and scrolled through the article.

“Finding your soulmate is not only exhilarating but also scary if you don’t know the signs! In this article we found the top 10 telltale signs of finding your soulmate. According to data taken from all around the world, we gathered a list of things to look for on your body or your surroundings to see if you found your soulmate..”

I scroll further into the list, holding my breath.

There’s no way this can be real, right?

1. Their name is on your wrist.

2. You dream about their life.

3. You have a puzzle piece or an outline of a puzzle piece somewhere on your body.

4. You can decide their day to day life by making choices for them

5. You can taste what they’re eating

6. You can read their thoughts

7. Your eye color changes to theirs

8. You only can speak their name until you find them

9. Your world is in black and white until you find them

10. You can hear their voice when no one around you can

My breath hitched in my throat. My heart rate sped up. It can’t be, can it? Am I crazy? Did I actually hear someone’s voice?

It didn’t help that I couldn’t hear his voice right now. Whoever he is. He knew my name, so maybe I do know him. I clicked on number 10 to see if it can give me more information.

“Number ten is less common. It wasn’t discovered until 2 years ago, where someone thought they were going crazy because they heard someone’s voice. Don’t worry! That’s just your soulmate talking to you. How does it work though? Well, according to the now couple who discovered it 2 years ago, they said they couldn’t hear each other’s voices until they met in person. And after that, anything they spoke, the other person could hear. Meaning, if you can hear someone’s voice and no one else can, high chances are you recently met them!”

“Hyunjin.” I whispered. I closed my laptop and sat straight up. I pace around my room chewing on my thumb. “Hyunjin” I say again, but louder. “I think you’re my soulmate. But I could totally be wrong and be crazy and just be completely talking to myself. I don’t even know how this works or if I’m doing this right. But again, you could totally not be my soulmate and i’m just talking to mys—“ I get cut off from the familiar voice i’ve been hearing all night.

“Y/N” The voice you’ve been so desperate to hear for the past hour finally came through and you stopped pacing. “It is Hyunjin” he said slowly. I stopped breathing. How is he my soulmate? I have a soulmate? Hyunjin is my soulmate? My mind was running with thoughts. “I finally met you.” He sounded just as relieved as I was feeling right now. “I didn’t think I had a soulmate” I sit back on my bed, listening to Hyunjin. “I’ve waited so long and I just lost hope, you know? All of my friends have their people and they’re in love which is great, but i longed for that feeling for what felt like for an eternity so when I turned 21, I completely lost hope. That is, until I met you.” He was talking fast and I was still at a loss for words.

Everything felt like it was happening too fast, but in reality it couldn’t have been more perfect timing. I waited so long, I waited almost 21 years to have what everyone else had. I lost hope and just when I was fully accepting not having a soulmate, Hyunjin comes into my life.

“I cant believe you’re my soulmate” I whisper. My body longed for him. I want to hear his laugh and his voice. I now understand the love my friends have with their person. I yearn for something I never had. I yearn for Hyunjin. These feelings were consuming me to the point it was too hard to handle them. Without even thinking, I speak to Hyunjin. “We should meet up” I say quickly but hopeful. It was silent. “Hyunjin?” I hope i’m not scaring him.

I hear a knock from downstairs. My dog was barking and I got up from my bed. “Y/N! It’s for you” My mom yelled. My feet worked faster than my brain and I was basically running downstairs. I get to the door, and there stood Hyunjin. I was shocked.

“How do you know where I live?” I ask him going outside and shutting the door behind me. He smiled at me. “I think it’s a soulmate thing?” He laughed. “I don’t really know, I just knew to come here.” He’s beautiful. He’s glowing in the night and I wanted nothing more to kiss him. Is this what it’s like to be with your soulmate?

“You’re doing it again.” he snapped me out of my thoughts while laughing. His laugh was music to my ears. “Doing what?” I felt myself blushing again. “You keep looking at me” he whined, slightly punching my shoulder. It was my turn to laugh. “Look at you!” I pointed to him. “Could you blame me?” He shook his head. “Look at me? Look at you!” His voice matched the pitch of my voice that it was two seconds ago. I shook my head. He rolled his eyes. “Let’s just agree to disagree?” He asked. I nodded my head. We fell into a comfortable silence.

“You wanna go into the city? I’m not from around here, but i’d love to get to know the city.” Hyunjin said stuffing his hand into his pockets. “Yeah of course! Just let me slip into something more comfortable” I turn around to head into the house. “You can come in.” I say extending my hand out. He takes my hand and we walk up the driveway hand in hand.

And in that moment, I was at peace.

#uh this is my first post on here #stray kids #hyunjin #skz fluff #imagine #might edit this later #chan #seungmin #han #felix #changbin #lee know #jeongin #soulmates #au #was i inspired by tiktok? yes #jyp

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The Batman

It was a moment. A brief flash of the man he’d been for decades. It passed very quickly though, the massive, grotesque smile. There were lines around his eyes now he no longer used the over the top makeup that had for so long struck terror into the citizens of Gotham. He sat back into the gently whirring massage chair that was his almost constant companion, his back an entire citadel of aches. The years of taking on the Batman had taken their toll on him.

He spared a thought for his old enemy and chuckled at the thought of the sheer mass of injuries he must have lived through. How he’d envied the brute force with which Bane had literally broken Batsy on one beautiful, almost tragic occasion. The iconic rictus flickered on his face again for a moment.

He grabbed his cane, the one with the jewel encrusted joker head on it, the only bit of memorabilia he’d kept from the old days. It had been a gift from old Cobblepot, and it was worth an absolute fortune. Not that he cared that much about money anymore.

He walked out to the street, hobbling slightly. He wasn’t a particularly old man, but he was, physically at least, a broken one. He just wanted to live out the rest of his days with the rest of his wealth. He paused at a newspaper stand and looked at the headlines.

“Top of the morning to you sir!”

The vendor’s voice was bright and cheerful. Too cheerful. And who in Gotham used a greeting like that? He got halfway in character, and the grin came out to play. The vendor recoiled a bit.

“Good morning to you, kind citizen. I haven’t my glasses on me, so pray tell, what does the news say?

His smile didn’t shift as the vendor told about crime after crime that the Batman had foiled. If the vendor had any training in reading body language, however, he’d have noticed the clenching of both fists around the head of the cane, the slight twitch in the eye, and the way the seemingly harmless man had drawn himself up to his full height. He didn’t though, and it was just as well for him, as there’s no telling what might have happened if he’d been thought to be goading the Clown Prince.

“And he vouched for the Joker’s old broad! You know, Harley Queen or something! She’s strictly on the straight an’ narrow now.”

The Joker winced at the mispronunciation, said a hurried thank you and walked away. He was angry, and knowing why he was angry made him even more so.

He hurried back to the abandoned amusement park he called home. It was familiar, a safe haven for a clown in an un-mad, sanitised world. He’d had the traps removed and a few creature comforts installed, but apart from that it was a functional fairground. His functional fairground.

He often left the carousel spinning so he could waltz to the music - by himself, now that Harley wasn’t here. She hadn’t left Gotham, but she had refused to stand by him during his trial. He had deserved that, of course. She had been devoted to him and when she had needed him most, he had tossed her aside like an old toy. He’d always been abusive towards her, but the coldness with which he had rejected her had even stunned the Batman.

He remembered it well. It had been one of the things that had escalated his downfall. He had set an elaborate trap for the Dark Knight. It would have been hilarious. It was a pastiche of all the big villains Batman had ever fought - a coin deluge a la TwoFace, a Penguinesque attack by a genetically modified peregrine falcon, a physical and psychological pummelling by Bane, slow acting poison by Ivy - all part of an elaborate death trap maze courtesy of the Riddler which he was forced to go through under the Mad Hatter’s mind control. The Joker chuckled at the perfect plan. He’d even got Carmine Falcone and Rupert Thorne to team up to decimate Wayne Industries and leave the Batman penniless.

The Bat had survived.

He’d blamed Harley, of course. She must have done something wrong. It had been the perfect plan. So when Harley inevitably came running, screaming for her Pudding, he didn’t tell her to get lost. He delivered her to Hugo Strange at Arkham Asylum and had her remanded as a risk to society, staying to watch the initial shock treatments - not that they helped his mood much.

Still, he missed Harley somewhat.

He turned on the TV in an attempt to distract himself. Harley was on the news. Her voice had lost some of its pitch, but she seemed happy.

“Without me!?”

His anger was misplaced, he knew. It had never been Harley’s fault. If he really wanted to kill the Batman he should have shot him in the head at point blank range.

The thought calmed him somewhat. A dead Batman meant anarchy in Gotham. Exciting. He hadn’t been excited in years. He wouldn’t lead the brave new world Batman’s death would usher in, but he could be the catalyst. He could kill the Batman.

Kill the Batman.

“Ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! Kill the Batman!”

It sounded amazing out loud. The thought reverberated in his head, filling every part of his psyche. Suddenly it was crystal clear. For the Joker to find peace, the batman had to die.

He spent the next few days plotting. There had to be a crime with all the hallmarks of the Joker’s devious mind to draw out old Batsy. He toyed with the idea of bringing Harley in, but decided against it. It had to be personal.

When the Joker’s ghastly visage appeared above the city, commissioner Sarah Essen hoped and prayed it was a prank. She had been promoted to Commissioner after her husband died at the Joker’s hand, and she had lived in terror until the Batman finally caught the Clown Prince and put him in a facility as far away from Gotham as humanly possible - the Phantom Zone.

It was harder for her to get up to the roof these days, and she was thankful the Batman had upped his game in the years following the Joker’s comeuppance. She rarely had to summon him ever, but tonight she had to know.

He was already there, brooding in front of the filtered strobe light that was casting the Joker’s face into the night sky.

“He wants me.”

The gravelly baritone Bruce Wayne assumed when in his Batman persona had never really deceived her, she liked to think.

“Why?”

“Why not? I ended him.”

The silence between them seemed heavy with questions.

“They shouldn’t have let him out,” the Commissioner said quietly.

“Doesn’t matter. I need to take him down.”

“Yes. But...”

The Batman looked in her direction for the first time that night. His cowl only covered the top of his face, and slight fuzz that covered his chin was flecked with grey. You may be in peak human condition, but nobody lives forever, she thought.

“But what?” He asked.

“Nothing, nothing. It has to be done.”

“Yes. It does.”

In the few moments she spent contemplating her next words, he left. She looked up and was relieved at the fact. There was a time she would have been furious at the abruptness of his departure. Now she just wanted it to end. All of it.

She hobbled back down the fire escape to her office and waited for the inevitable rush of activity that would signify a Joker sighting.

Gotham City Bank. The Batman had foiled more robbery attempts than he could count. All of his Robins had numbers. Batgirl had... he remembered what the Joker had done to Batgirl. To Jason. To Commissioner Gordon.

Every important building had a skylight with an external lock that opened with a digital key that only Batman, the Commissioner and the Mayor had. The real key to the city, Mayor West used to say with a rich little chuckle that often made the Batman half smile in spite of himself.

He slid down into the building from the bank’s skylight. He knew the Joker would be expecting it, but he didn’t have the patience for stealth. He wanted the Joker taken down as quickly as possible.

The little circle pressed into his temple the moment his feet touched the floor.

“Hello Batsy,” the Joker spat. There was mirth in his voice, but it was tinged with an incredible amount of bitterness. Batman shifted his weight and launched his right arm up, knocking the gun out of the Joker’s hand. It spun up in the air and he spun to face his old foe, throwing a black gloved hand towards the Joker.

He wasn’t there.

The Batman touched a pressure point on his cowl and murmured “switch to infra red.”

“Oh I’m not hiding Batsy, although you might want to wish I was.”

He closed the distance between them before batman had a chance to react.

“Goodbye, Batman.”

The first two shots flung the Batman back onto the floor of the bank, the Kevlar that protected his chest battered, his ageing heart beating against it like a marching band. He made to get up, but the Joker swept his feet out from under him. The former maniac sat on Batman’s chest, put the gun a couple inches above the horrified face, and pulled the trigger.

Tears filled his eyes as he walked away, but he wiped them and held his head high as he got into the chauffeur driven limousine that was waiting for him. He wiped off his make up carefully and changed out of the purple suit. Dark slacks and a fitted nude-striped shirt were offset by plain white sneakers, and he became a rich middle aged man about town trying to have a good time.

Essen sensed that something was amiss before the Joker’s signal went out. She ran into the dark bank. Her hands shook as she surveyed the scene in front of her.

She thought quickly, her mind moving faster than her feeble frame would allow.

Nobody had called it in, so she had time to do what had to be done.

“You, Conroy! With me. And you, Timms. The rest of you stay here and let me know as soon as the paramedics get here.”

Between them they hurriedly shrugged the cape, cowl and suit off the still warm body, and shoved them behind a counter. When there was no way of connecting Bruce Wayne to the Batman, she looked into her officers’ faces.

“One word of this gets out, and your careers, your lives as you know them, are over.”

The she raised her voice.

“Civilian down! Where is the damn paramedic!?”

The whispers started as the paramedics stretchered the still form out into the ambulance. Essen climbed in with the body and the vehicle moved swiftly through Gotham without its sirens. The Commissioner held a press conference as soon as she returned to the station. Bruce Wayne had been shot dead at point blank range earlier that evening. Police were exploring the possibility it was related to the sighting of the Joker symbol over Gotham earlier in the evening. Yes, the Joker had agreed to come in for questioning. No, there would be no further comments until a breakthrough was made in the investigation. As she hobbled back into the station, she wished for the first time in a long time that her husband was still alive. She considered calling Barbara, but they spoke too rarely to be any source of comfort to one another. She called Bullock instead. He’d been rough around the edges when he was an officer with her husband, but he was a good man, and one of the few whose corruption her husband had overlooked in favour of his other qualities. He lived on a farm outside Gotham these days, retired since Commissioner Gordon’s death. He picked up the phone on the first ring.

“Commissioner,”

“Harvey, did you see the press conference?”

He grunted dismissively.

“Wayne’s dead.”

Silence. Harvey Bullock had always been jealous of the Batman, unwilling to work with a vigilante but in awe of the undeniable effectiveness of his methods. He had grown to greatly respect the Batman, and one of the reasons he’d retired was the knowledge that the Batman was there to protect Gotham better than he ever could.

“I’m on my way,” he said, and hung up the phone.

Blood seeped from the deep gouges on Selina’s arm. In fairness, she had almost strangled Isis when she’d heard. The tears flowed freely down her face. After all this time, she still loved the Batman fiercely, and it was out of respect for him that she had stopped being Catwoman. He had paid her the courtesy of telling her he was going to take down Gotham’s criminals for good. She had laughed in his gorgeously sculpted face and then kissed it, but he hadn’t responded. It had been a matter of days later when the Joker had been sent to the Phantom Zone.

She picked up her phone. It emitted a whiny laugh that made her wince.

“Hey darlin’” Harley minced down the line.

“Harley, I think the Joker killed the Batman.”

For the first time in their shared existence, Harley Quinn spoke without a lilt to her voice.

“You’re kidding.”

“No. Bruce Wayne’s death was announced a few hours after the Joker’s signal went out over Gotham.”

“No. He wouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“That’s not how it works. He’d kill anyone close to Batman, but he’d never kill him. He wouldn’t have a reason to go on.”

Selina paused for a moment.

“What should we do?”

“You need to sit tight,” Harley replied. “I’m going down to Gotham PD to offer them my assistance. I know the Joker better than anyone, and if he’s guilty I can get him to tell me. Just seeing me will make his blood boil.”

“What about yours?”

“Excuse me?”

“Harley, I know what he did to you?”

“It’s Dr. Quinzel, and I know what he did as well. That’s why I don’t wear a fool’s costume anymore. I’m done being anyone’s idiot.”

“Be careful.”

Harley put her voice back on.

“I pwomise, puddin’”

Jerome Napier didn’t like to be called Jack. He liked the sound of Jerome. It was round. It rhymed with ‘home’. He couldn’t at this point remember what his real name was, and every time the psychiatrists who had spent years curing the Joker had tried to induce the memory, the psychosis returned. In the end they reminded him he’d once gone by the name Jack Napier, and he’d allowed them call him that. He much preferred Jerome though.

He was in the precinct now, explaining how he couldn’t possibly have killed Bruce Wayne to an enraged Harvey Bullock.

“You’re not even an officer anymore, Mr Bullock,” he said quietly, interrupting an invective filled rant. “I don’t have to answer your questions, and I don’t want to.”

Commissioner Essen walked in and chuckled mirthlessly.

“You will answer all our questions, Joker.”

Jerome winced at the name. He’d only killed the Batman to finally set himself free, and he felt more at peace than he had in years. He was mildly surprised to find out Bruce Wayne was Batman, but then again he’d always hated the rich fool just as much, so it was no real loss. It did kind of ruin the whole Dark Knight aesthetic for him though.

He mused silently, unimpressed and uninterested in the discussion around him. There was no way they could tie him to this. A copycat must have done it. He was cured.

“Talia!”

After seven centuries Ra’s still spoke with the clarity and authority of a well tuned bell. Talia turned away from Damian and faced her father.

“Yes, father?”

“What will you do?”

“What can I do?”

The Demon Head paused for a moment. He looked at his grandson with a glint in his eye and malice in his heart, and spoke quietly.

“The boy will go.”

“What?”

Damian hadn’t been paying much attention to anyone, lost in his own musings and uninterested in anything but himself. He didn’t want to go to Gotham and he didn’t want to see his father. He didn’t even want to be here.

“You will go to Gotham.”

“Why?

“To honour your father’s legacy.”

“I don’t care about...”

He’d forgotten about his grandfather’s formidable temper. In a flash he was on his back, a sword at his neck.

“You will not disrespect me. You will not question me. Your father, although I despised him greatly, was a man of honour and you will keep his name alive.”

“I am not Batman.”

“You are the Son of the Bat and the grandscion of the Demon Head. You are more than capable.”

His mother’s voice still sounded like smooth, rich syrup over ice cream. He stopped arguing and started thinking.

“My costume will be comfortable, and white. I will have horns. I will be at once angel and demon and bat.”

Ra’s could see the homage and the individuality, and he respected it. He had his personal costumier and technicians work with Damian and ordered them to get him ready within days. As the straight faced young man left with them, he spoke quietly to Talia.

“It’s about time the brat started to do something worthwhile.”

Talia smiled. She didn’t agree with the Demon Head’s reason, but her heart was heavy, and she could think of no better way to honour her beloved than what he had come up with. And having Damian out of the way would make it easier to bring Bruce back to her.

The Joker almost jumped out of his seat when Harley walked into the room.

Let’s rephrase that, since they’re both civilians now. Jerome almost jumped out of his seat when Dr Quinzel walked into the interrogation room.

“Harley?”

The question was at once pure incredulity and infinite scorn.

“Come to gloat have you?”

“Awww puddin’” she fawned sarcastically. “No I haven’t. I’m here to find out why you killed Batman.”

“Why? Not if?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Jack Napier.”

He longed to wrap his hands around that neck and squeeze it till it snapped. How dare she gather the nerve to be anything but obsequious to him. He looked in her beautiful eyes and it hit him. She wasn’t asking him if he did it because she knew. He may have twisted her all ends up and played on her emotions to an incredible degree, but she was still a clinically trained psychiatrist, and she’d studied him for years.

“It’s the only way I can be free, Dr Quinzel.”

For the first time since he’d become the Joker, he realised that by killing the Batman he’d acknowledged that the game was over and he’d been beaten. He spoke then. He spoke about how he only wanted to be left alone, how he was tired of everything and everybody. He didn’t regret what he’d done, but he wasn’t that person anymore - or at least he didn’t want to be. How else could he prove to himself that he wasn’t the Joker anymore? The Joker would never have killed the Batman - it would be suicide. Harley let him finish and smiled.

Selina helped Talia because she didn’t know what else to do. Everyone else seemed useful. Harley had gotten a full confession out of the Joker, Bullock had started working with the new White Bat to keep the streets of Gotham safe, the Commissioner had taken Arkham in hand and the Joker was in a secure unit having the last vestiges of the Clown Prince stripped away. When Talia had come to her to ask her to rob Bruce Wayne’s grave, it had seemed disgusting and disrespectful, but it had given her something to do other than mope and nurse her broken heart.

Getting past the police stationed to control the crowds that had gathered every day since the murder was the easy part. She had considered putting on the old Catwoman costume, but even though she was still the same size she had been all those years ago, it didn’t feel right. She had squeezed into a comfortable pair of jeans and a turtleneck sweater, and she looked just like any other mourner. She had taken advantage of an understandable lapse in concentration to slip past the patrol and eased herself down into the Wayne Family crypt. Talia joined her a few moments later, and they made short work of opening the ornately carved coffin. When they emerged with the body, she noticed a neat pile of uniformed officers leaning against a nearby tree. She chuckled and looked over at her employer, who shrugged. A sudden gust of wind brought her back to the present, and the grin slid right off her face.

This was Bruce Wayne’s body they were carrying, the man both of them had loved above any other. The man both of them had loved not as the playboy billionaire philanthropist, but as Gotham’s gruff, taciturn guardian of the night. She knew Bruce and Batman would both disapprove of being brought back by the Lazarus Pit, but she was as desperate as Talia to see his face again, to smirk at him knowing her insistence on being Catwoman drove him crazy.

The drive to Gotham Airport was uneventful. They picked Harley up from the precinct and flew straight for Nanda Parbat.

Ra’s was expecting them, and did not try to stop them, only warning them that as the Batman had killed in his career and had lived in the darkness, his madness would be severe.

Four of his maidens prepared Bruce Wayne’s corpse for the ritual. He was anointed with healing and soothing oils, swathed in the rich black and gold cloth that only high ranking League of Assassins members were permitted to fashion into robes, and placed on a quickly assembled wooden platform.

“This part of the process is often harrowing to those who have loved the resurrected,” Ra’s warned. The three women looked at him, unmoving. He shrugged and raised his hands. The maidens disappeared, and four pallbearers took their place. They hoisted the platform on broad shoulders and walked over to the gently bubbling pit. Ra’s lowered his hands, and they lowered the platform carefully into the pit, careful not to touch the surface of the water. The Bat’s body lay just beneath the surface, and the water churned around him. Greens and reds erupted around him as the baleful life giving force made its way into his body.

All of a sudden the churning stopped. Bruce lay still, still just beneath the water, a beatific smile of his face. Moments passed, moments that seemed like aeons to the women. Talia had seen this before - with her own father - so she knew it was only a matter of time. Selina’s perfectly manicured nails were tearing into the leather of her jacket as she hugged herself.

“Nothing’s happening!”

Harley’s whisper was urgent, worried. She didn’t care much for the Batman, but it had been Bruce Wayne who had made it possible for her to return to her career after decades as the Joker’s accomplice. Even as Batman he had treated her with more dignity and respect than the maniac she had loved.

He only ever tried to stop me from hurting people

The revelation hit her hard, and her eyes opened in shock. The man she had antagonised for most of her adult life had consistently avoided hurting her and she had paid him no notice whatsoever.

Lost in her thoughts, she missed the moment when Bruce emerged from the pit. His leap landed him directly on on of Ra’s men, who stood no chance against the man Ra’s himself had trained. In a second a neck snapped loudly, and Bruce was crouched like a panther, ready to pounce on anyone. His jet black hair was streaked grey at the sides, his eyes wild and menacing, full of a cunning none of the women had seen in Batman. His smile was cruel and taunting.

The remaining three men jumped on Bruce. It was the last thing any of them did. Free of the usual restraint the Batman showed, the deranged person before them murdered the men with devastating efficiency. He stood up, his back still arched, and approached the women.

Ra’s, who had watched impassively from a nearby doorway, pounced. Sensing an equal, Feral Bruce stalked.

“That’s it,” Ra’s taunted as they circled one another.

Talia, quite sensibly, poked a syringe in Bruce’s neck as he passed her, and pushed the plunger as he turned to face her. He managed one wildly aimed slap that she easily avoided before he crumpled to the floor unconscious.

After Jerome Napier’s confession was made public, his trial became a bit of a circus. He was glad he hadn’t laid eyes on Harley since that night. She had gotten under his skin the way only she could - made him admit murder, and would probably be the reason he went away for a long, long time.

He chuckled at the thought. Funny enough, he felt no malice towards her. He no longer wanted to wring her throat and laugh at her as she suffocated under his ministrations. He was at peace.

I killed the Batman. The game is over. I’ve lost, but so has he, and so has Gotham.

Me.

The Jovial Conniver Commonly Called the Joker.

He laughed out loud, and someone in an adjoining cell yelled at him to shut up.

He laughed louder, elevating the hearty laugh to the chilling tone all of Gotham knew only too well.

Silence.

It was good to know people still had a little respect.

Three months.

That’s how long it took Harley, Talia and Selina to restore Bruce’s sanity. They weren’t helped by the fact he was furious at them for raising him. He almost killed Harley when she remarked drily that he could at least be thankful for a second chance.

“I’ve never seen him so serene,” she said after rubbing her neck for a few moments. “It’s weird.”

Her comment about Bruce had only been a response to a fresh bout of anger. He’d stormed into the room raging at Talia and Selina for subjecting him to the Lazarus Pit, interrupting Harley mid flow. She’d snapped at his rudeness more than anything.

“I’m sorry,” said Bruce.

“Not you.”

“Napier?”

“Yes. It seems the Joker has finally found peace in your death.”

Bruce sat quietly.

Not many people knew how to contact the League of Assassins, and even fewer could get a direct link to the inner chambers. When one of Ra’s men walked into Bruce’s room with a small, inauspicious looking phone, he knew who it would be.

“Damian.”

“Father.”

“How’s Gotham?”

“Father, the Joker helped me bring in Hubert Cobblepot and Edward Nigma, Jr.”

“What?”

“He worked extensively with and against their parents, so when they tried to hold the city to ransom as a sort of trial for me, Jerome Napier asked to see me.”

“And you went to him.”

“I’m not you, father. I have no personal agenda against him. If he has one against me, he hides it well. He didn’t lie to me once - you know I can tell.”

“And he helped you crack the case.”

“Wide open, as they say.”

Bruce let out a long, low whistle. This was a turn of events he hadn’t expected. Still...

“Did he help you as the Joker, or as Napier?”

“Both.” There was a familiar smirk in the younger Wayne’s voice. “He refuses to be addressed as the Joker, but he takes great pleasure in ruining people’s plans - only now he’s targeting criminals.”

“Hmmmmm...”

“I have to go. I merely thought this might interest you.”

“It does. Goodbye, Son.”

“Bye dad,” Damian said with an exaggerated flourish.

It was safe to say they didn’t have the best relationship.

When Bruce asked Harley to go with him on a trip around the world, Selina and Talia nearly lost it. He needed them to keep an eye on the Joker and Damian, and he needed Harley to keep an eye on his mind. If there were any other reasons, he kept them to himself.

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arthur-morgan-slap-my-ass · 5 years

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Anonymous said: actually oh my god could you please write dutch taking a young woman (like early twenties ish) under his wing and being her mentor and obviously it turns hella smutty and he’s super daddy and in control ✊🏻✊🏻👌🏼👌🏼😩😩

Anonymous said: Hello, love your blog. Just wondering, are you by any chance going to write more professor Dutch stuff? The one you wrote a while back was 😚👌

AN: Ask and you shall receive, amirite. This took longer than I expected, mostly because I got sidetracked by my midterms and I’ve had some personal issues alongside while writing so I’m not entirely satisfied with how it turned out - but I hope you like it! There lots of love put into it!!!! As always, thanks to wondeful @winters-uprise for being my beta! Also, happy easter.

Word Count: 4800+

Summary: Questionable decisions, perfect marks, crumpled essays, daddy Dutch not knowing how to handle teasing, sweet and indecent comments, awkward conversations and strange proposals.

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When you were offered the student aid position, this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind — not really, no. You were glad, of course — a student aid position was going to send your GPA over the clouds —, but you didn’t expect to be assigned as Mr. Van der Linde’s aid, and even more surprising of you to accept it. When you knocked on the office door, still as dark and riddled with books as you could remember it, he didn’t seem surprised or startled when you slipped in carrying the essays of your fellow classmates.

He didn’t seem particularly surprised neither, when you put the papers on his desk with a sheepish smile, asking in a mellow voice, “will you be needing anything else, sir?”

“My dear,” he started, leaning back on his chair, the perfect vision of temptation — suit jacket discarded, dark-navy waistcoat hugging his lean frame tightly and white shirt rolled up to the elbows. “I’d like to ask you a very serious question.”

The smile on your face cooled, nearly disappearing, and you had to shift from one foot to the other. “Sir?”

Dutch cocked his head to the side, idly play with the gold rings on his thick fingers. “I have a theory,” he smirked now, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “and I’d like to test it out.”

“Oh?,” you prompted him on, fidgeting on the sleeve of your worn out wool cardigan.

“The outcome,” Dutch groaned, scratching his chin, a very self-pleased aura about himself, “will depend entirely on you; or might I say how you’re going to do, shall you decide to accept it, my dear.”

You gnawed on your lower lip, skin prickling slightly in anticipation. “Sir?”

“I will write you a commendation letter, my girl,” he spoke offhandedly, smirking when your eyes widened a little. “That shall be enough for your honorable mention, if that’s really what you want.”

“My commendation letter?,” your eyes widened then, urging him on, too curious for your own good.

Dutch now smirked, clearly amused at your expense, “but bear in mind, sweetheart,” he held his gaze at you, examining your smaller frame from head to toes, “I do not do favors for my students.” This sent your mind to a screeching halt, tumbling and crashing to the walls of your better judgment. He simply cocked his head to the side, now looking at your face. “I prefer to say… we’re here to help each other.”

You frowned slightly, somewhat flustered and sensing the oncoming blow to the conversation — one that you were sure would rattle you to the bones —, and so you stayed quiet.

The man looked at the papers on top of his desk, hand coming up to rub his thumb on his bottom lip. “You just picked those up?”

“I—,” you stuttered, following his gaze, “yes, um… I did, these are the essays from last week, although I think some in the class didn’t hand it in time—“

He touched the pile of papers, apparently counting the number of students under his tutoring that had followed through with the activity. “It’s enough.”

Again, you frowned. “Enough?”

“How badly do you want to graduate, Y/N?,” Dutch asked at last, turning his dark and brooding gaze to you, an eyebrow cocking up at your clear absence of response. “It’ll be a year from now, I reckon?”

“Ah— yes, it…,” you staggered slightly, “that’s… right.”

He hummed then, nodding as if satisfied with your response. “You have a thesis advisor yet?”

“What’s the point of this, professor Daniel?,” you snapped, the rebellious streak surfacing in your voice as you challenged him. You weren’t just a pretty instrument to be played by him.

“I have a proposition for you,” he continued, not paying mind to your little outburst — and looking very unimpressed, in fact. “I’ll advise your thesis, since I know you haven't found an advisor yet — and I do believe your project is interesting.”

Dumbfounded, you blinked. What were you supposed to say to him now?

“Sir, I’m very thankful—“

“Don’t thank me yet,” Dutch waved his hand at you, dismissing your gratefulness. “As I said before, this isn’t a favor. I’m going to give you something that you want and you, my beautiful girl, are going to give me something that I want.”

You swallowed nervously, the slow beating of the antique clock way too loud in the room. It felt too unreal, and yet cliché — something to be expected, really, but it was hard to believe that it was happening to you. “And… what… what is it that you want?”

Dutch seemed very pleased at your question, resting his head back at the cushioned chair with a light smirk. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, taking in your whole figure deliberately as if summoning the words he wanted to say before actually verbalizing them. “Many things, but for now, I think I’d like to have a smoke.”

Changing your weight from one foot to another, you fidgeted with the sleeve of your cardigan once more. “A… smoke?”

“Get my cigarettes for me,” Dutch huffed, somewhat amused at your confusion; pointedly looking downwards to his front pocket. “And don’t make me repeat myself.”

Gawking at him, you then snapped and gasped indignantly. “I’m not—“

“You will,” he spoke firmly, watching you darkly, like a wolf ready to pounce. “You will, won’t you?,” his head cocked to the side, “you want to please me. This is your chance.”

You pressed your lips together, fingers flexing restlessly as you weighed your actual options. Should you? Where was this leading to? How long had he been planning this? Is this why you were offered the position as an aid? This couldn’t possibly be ethical—

“Don’t think too hard,” Dutch said finally, looking somewhat caring, but also impatiently waiting for you to move. “Just do as I say.”

Taking the first step forward felt way harder than it should’ve been, and you did it meekly — not daring to look him in the eyes for longer than a couple seconds. He smiled, pleased as you got to his side with a furious blush creeping up your cheeks, and you hesitated for a second; leaning into him for your hand to slip into the left pocket of his chalk-stripe navy dress pants.

Dutch watched you with half-lidded eyes, dark and predatory as only he could be, and the glint there wasn’t missed when your hand brushed the inside of his thigh; doing your best not to touch the obvious bulge of his cock through the linen of his fancy three-piece suit. Your pinkish blush turned into a crimson one when you took hold of the cigarette pack and the man spread his thighs with a quiet sigh at your feather light touch.

“Thank you, my girl,” he spoke easily, taking the carton box from your hands without much of a fuss, the cigarette making its way to his lips in a well known motion — and you stood there, too anxious to move; but also incredibly… hot.

He looked at you then, lightening the cigarette and taking a deep drag. The smirk spread further and you felt small and somewhat silly standing there, behind his dark mahogany desk and next to him. It still felt surreal. “I’m going to correct the essays now.”

Sensing it in the air, you asked somewhat hesitantly, “would you want me to leave?”

Dutch scoffed, taking another drag before answering. “You’re staying,” he moved the papers to his line of eyesight, skimming over them before fixing you with an expectant stare. “Sit, girl,” he patted his thigh.

You stared blankly at him, unbelieving. “… Dut—“

“Come, now,” he flipped the page of the first paper, reading over it, “you do know I don’t enjoy saying the same thing twice,” the red pen scribbled something over the paper, his cigarette burning lazily at the corner of his mouth and he blew a small cloud of smoke. “Don’t you want to do me proud, mhm?,” he flicked the cigarette on the crystal ashtray, fixing you with an expectant stare. “Do as daddy says, sweetheart.”

With your lower lip trembling, you felt your will melt away. Dutch put out the cigarette, stretching a hand out towards you — which you took, shy; but willing. He smiled, wrapping his fingers around your wrist, touch warm and calloused on your skin. You slid into his lap, legs on each side of his thigh as Dutch adjusted you weight on top of him; his hand pulling your waist against him. “Now, there is a good girl, don’t you think?,” he purred into your ear, the minty smell of his aftershave mixing with the smoky tobacco. “Aren’t you?”

“I…,” you whispered, feeling very small and exposed there on his lap. What if someone came in and saw you like this? But Dutch pressed his face to the side of your neck, nose brushing the skin and raising goosebumps in its wake. You blushed, trying hard not to squeal at the prickling of his stubble. “… ah, yes.”

“That’s it,” you felt the smile in his voice, his hand caressing up your thigh and riding your black pleated skirt up, nonchalant and confident. You fought the will to push his hand away, not because you felt uncomfortable but because it was embarrassing — and very lewd in a certain way. “Cute little thing, you are.”

You let out a low keening sound, sighing as he leaned forwards to pay attention on the papers; your eyes barely registering the words he wrote on them and the scribbling in red ink; grades being assigned that easily and effortlessly. That made you squirm on his lap, your own hand coming down to rest on his knee between your legs. “Dutch…”

He didn’t reply, ignoring you instead; turning the page with a single and well-practiced move. You frowned, pressing your lips together as the pen came down to scribble more on the paper; and his other hand brushed up your thigh once more, sliding under the soft fabric of your skirt and the soft skin between your legs. “Dutch—“

“Try again, sweetheart,” the man whispered back at you, picking up another essay, “you’re smarter.” His hand squeezed the flesh of your thigh, fingers digging into it as he pulled you more fully against his crotch. “I know you are.”

You breathed in sharply then, both hands flying to grasp at his forearm and wrist between your legs. “D— daddy…?”

“Smart girl,” Dutch praised, now brushing his thumb at the front of your panties and making you squirm, unconsciously pushing back at his lap. You leaned forwards, head low and eyes closed with a deep frown at the new sensation, at him toying and complimenting you — and it was a surprise, really, how easily he had managed to push you around. “You’re not just a pretty little thing,” he quipped at you, voice low and sultry. “You’re smart and want to be praised, isn’t it? Is that why you keep making little mistakes, taking up too much work, baby?”

Dutch cooed at your answering whimper, brushing his fingers over your sex and cotton panties frustratingly on the way. “Do you want me to notice you?,” the man asked, lips touching the back of your neck. “Want daddy to give you some attention?”

You pushed back on his hand, not entirely sure if you should focus on it or the leg between yours; his half hard cock straining at your constant rocking. “Daddy, I—“

His hand grasped at your waist, hugging you to his chest as to keep you from moving too much; and you let out a low, frustrated drawl at it. “You squirm too much,” Dutch hummed, hints of amusement in his voice. “Makes me think you’re almost enjoying this, no?”

“Maybe,” you answered, voice low and tiny compared to his, and when you opened your eyes you saw another two essays graded on your right. “It feels good— daddy...”

“It does, doesn’t it?,” Dutch kissed your neck again, hand around you moving and fingers now rubbing a slow teasing circle over your pussy — and you weren’t ashamed to admit it, you were wet. “You like it, sweetheart?”

You leaned back on his chest now, turning your face to bury it into his neck and you could feel the way he had tensed up; the hand that had been correcting the papers stilling for the moment — but you couldn’t care. You moaned, canting your hips upwards towards his touch with a burning need.

“Stop,” Dutch spoke in a warning tone, pulling his hand away from between your legs to rest it on your waist as to still your body, and you whined; pushing back on him in a deliberate move. You could feel the firmness of his cock, outlined by the expensive dress pants, pushing against the side of your hip insistently as you tried to chase the sensation. “I said,” he hissed then, letting go of his pen and wrapping his long fingers around your neck, “stop, girl.”

Whimpering, you tried to squirm to no avail upon his lap; hands grasping on the fabric of his trousers and squeezing tightly. “No, I— just… I want—“

“And now we want things, do we?,” Dutch condescended on you, caressing your exposed neck and collarbone. “My, you’re feisty aren’t you?”

You frowned, trying to move and hump on him again, but his hold on you only tightened. “Daddy—“

“How do we say when we want something, sweetheart?,” he hissed into your ear and you could feel your body melt at the term of endearment that slipped from his lips as sweetly as threateningly. “Won’t you show me your manners?”

With a shaky gasp, you stilled and tried to debate if this was what you really should do, coming to the self-assured recognition that even if you didn’t want to do this, you’d be lying. Did you want to? Yes. But should you? The answer didn’t matter.

“Oh, please daddy,” you mewled, lips trembling and eyes watering with want, “I need more—“

“Do you, now?,” he mused, more to himself, and you felt the rough brush of his chin against the sensitive back of your neck, goosebumps raising through your body, “what is it that you so desperately need, then?”

“… you, daddy,” you answered promptly, closing your eyes in frustration and embarrassment, dreading the words about to leave your mouth, “inside me.”

Dutch breathed in sharply, the only visible sign that he was as affected by this as you, and the grasp around you slackened. “Stand.”

You turned around to look at him, confused. Had you gone too far? Misread what he had wanted from you? What if—

“I said stand, girl,” he punctuated it by squeezing the flesh of your thigh firmly, voice dark and threatening, “now.”

Scrambling off of his lap, you got on your feet with wobbly knees and your skirt riding up your waist and rumpling the nice white blouse you had picked for the day. The dark-red woolen cardigan dangled precariously from one of your shoulders and when you turned around to look at the man, meek and anxious, he all but smiled.

“Off with it,” Dutch pointed at your cardigan as he moved to unbutton his vest, briskly shaking it off — and God, something about seeing him wearing a crisp white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves was—, “and don’t make me say it twice.”

Jumping into action, you slipped off the soft coat and allowed it to pool around your feet on the floor, shuffling off your slippers at the same time. Dutch hummed appreciatively, coaxing you forwards and closer to him.

“You’re just so pretty, aren’t you?,” he whispered, hand warm and calloused as it slipped between your thighs and squeezed the softness of your skin, “blooming with it, just begging to be plucked.”

You closed your eyes, allowing him to wander with his caressing and moaning softly. “Daddy…”

Dutch hummed in reply, fingers inching upwards and hooking on the underside of your panties — and you were ashamed to admit at how wet they already were just from the light touching and the teasing he’s given you so far. “Look at you, sweetheart,” he whispered, smiling at your full-body shiver, “all wet for me.”

His fingertips pressed to the tender flesh of your thighs once more before he decided to move upwards, hooking them into your soft-cotton blue panties and dragging it down in a long and deliberate moment, one that almost felt… intimate. You reached out, to hold onto his shoulders to keep your balance as you stepped out of them and he pressed a light kiss to your forearm, pulling the piece of clothing from you — and you weren’t entirely sure where it went to, but it didn’t matter now.

“Be good now,” he whispered to you, calloused hands pushing your just above the knee skirt further up, rumpling the white shirt you had carefully chosen for today, “behave and you’ll have fun, my dear.”

You bit your lower lip, feeling the soft caress of the hem of the skirt caressing your backside. It was hard to keep quiet like that, even more so when Dutch leaned back, smiling at you; as if admiring his handiwork. He cocked his head to the side, hand coming up to scratch at his chin as if in thought; the warm glint of his ringers impossible to miss.

“Off with the shirt,” he demanded, dark and imposing, “I want to see you.”

No hesitation this time — mostly because you were looking forward the “fun” that he had promised —, you unbuttoned the shirt, the unmatching bra — a lacy baby pink with white peeking from below the fabric when you were ready to shrug it off; and you did, the fabric pooling on top of your cardigan and slippers discarded earlier. When you moved to undo your bra, Dutch stopped you with a wave of his hand.

“Keep it for now, sweetheart. You look precious like that,” he drawled, clearly proud at how readily you had complied to his request. The man eyed the remaining essays on top of his desk, looking back at you with unhurried ease, hands coming down to undo the buckle of his belt in a deliberate and uncaring motion. “Do you want to sit on daddy’s lap now?”

You blushed further, trying not to look down at his lap where he obviously had freed himself, hands slowly pumping his cock to a full erection. With a meek voice, you cast your eyes to the side, whispering, “yes, daddy.”

“Come here, baby,” Dutch called in a hushed tone, urging you further to his lap as to sit there facing him this time. His hand cradled your hip, curling there and squeezing softly as the other disappeared down below, a finger dipping into your pussy to check for wetness before taking a hold of himself, “you’ll be a good girl for daddy, won’t you?”

Squirming, your let out a broken whimper and clutched to his shoulders with a furrow on your brow, “yes…”

“You’ll sit here,” he spoke, voice demanding attention, as if in one of his classes, “and daddy will finish correcting the papers.” At this, you pouted, the protest blooming in your chest dying out as soon as Dutch cupped your cheek, “yes, yes, hush now,” he smiled, drawing his thumb down as to press it in your mouth and you instinctively ran your tongue over the pad, sucking on it. “And once daddy’s done, he’s going to fuck you silly, do you understand?”

With a begrudging nod, you agreed to his words — because what else could you do? No wasn’t something you wanted to say, not now anyways. “Okay, daddy.”

Dutch huffed a breath, cocking his head to the side with an expectant smirk, “what else?”

Your eyes widened, the flush spreading further down your exposed neck and ears — and when you tried to look away from him, his fingers pulled your face back to his, his eyes focused on you.

“I’m… thank… thank you, daddy.”

The smile widened then, Dutch apparently satisfied at your display of submission, and the hand on your hip pulled you down and towards his chest — your head resting against the crook of his neck as you sunk onto his cock; slowly, steadily, inch by inch, making you gasp and shiver, clinging onto his shirt at the intrusive sensation. It stung a bit, not enough to make it unpleasant, but more than enough to remind of how full you were at the moment.

Dutch ran his big hand over your back, soothing and gentle like you didn’t imagine he’d be capable of — and that made you shiver, moaning quietly and clinging harder to him, your knees sinking into the warm leathery seat of his desk chair. He shushed you quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple as he rummaged through the papers; the moving of his thighs under yours enough to make you want to cry out and rock down on him.

When you were offered the position as student aid, that wasn’t what you had in mind — no, not at all in fact. Gulping nervously you squirmed, painfully embarrassed, although not enough to turn away on the affair, sitting snugly on his lap; Dutch’s fingertips caressing the soft skin of your thigh below the skirt. You keened lowly then, trying to get more of his cock inside by pressing down on him, unconsciously clenching around it with needy lust and—

“Don’t be greedy now,” Dutch admonished you, stilling your hips with a heavy hand, “be a good girl for daddy. You wanted this, remember?”

You whimpered weakly, tucking your head under his chin with a weak nod, core trembling in need — and by god, he felt so firm and big under you, a constant reminder of how Mr. Van der Linde could just up and fuck you against the mahogany desk of his office, manhandle you and whisper dirty things in your ear and—

“Daddy,” you moaned quietly into the skin of his neck, yet he seemed unphased by it. “Please—“

“Don’t,” Dutch answered, a hand snaking down to brush lightly on your clit and you bucked up on it; only to have his hand squeezing on your waist to remind you to stay still.

The steady scratching of the pen on paper kept going, Dutch sighing in deep thought and paying no mind to you or your soft complaints; even as you shivered at the obvious huff of breath on your shoulder. There was the rustle of paper on his desk and, at the same time, the hand down under your skirt moved to squeeze the supple skin of your thigh. You pursed your lips, closing your eyes as you tensed up to keep from moving too much on his lap — and he still paid no mind to you.

You pressed down again, whimpering quietly and pulling at the roots of hair at the base of his head in a desperate plea for release. Dutch hummed in annoyance, muttering a quiet “let go, princess,” and when you pretended not to hear it, the hand on your thigh moved and delivered a soundly slap to your backside. You yelped, bucking up in surprise, soon followed by a low whine.

“You naughty little thing,” Dutch huffed, kneading the tingling skin, “you know better than to defy daddy like that. Don’t act up on me, princess,” he whispered now, breath past his lips brushing against the shell of your ear and making you shiver, “unless you’re sure you can handle it.”

Dutch leaned forwards, the change in angle making it all feel so much deeper inside of you, the pressure nearly overwhelming. You keened quietly, squeezing his shoulders once more as a dark chuckle rolled out of his tongue.

“What a pretty essay you put up this time.”

What.

“You can’t be…,” you turned around taking a look at the paper in front of him, your name printed out at the top of the page. Your gaze turned to him, eyes wide as embarrassment took over.

“You should stay really quiet if you want daddy to focus and grade you accordingly, don’t you think?,” he mocked, the fingers on your waist drumming up your back, undoing your bra with the help of his other hand. “After all, your GPA looks so pretty now…”

It was true, that getting the position as a student aid had sent your GPA over the clouds, but he wouldn’t—

“Please,” you pleaded, somewhat desperate, “I’ll be quiet, I promise—“

Dutch smiled then, pulling the bra from your shoulders and tossing it to the side with a pleased sigh, calloused palms cupping your breasts tenderly, almost lovingly. “Good girl,” he groaned, kneading the soft flesh slowly before looking up at you with a smug smile. “Won’t you give daddy a kiss to show how grateful you are?”

With a quiet moan, you leaned forwards, one arm lacing around his neck while the other curled between your bodies; fingers brushing the sharp line of the man’s jaw. The kiss, when it came, was sweet and intoxicating — and you tried to ignore the fact that you were to kiss the man now, for the first time, after he’s already bottomed out in your pussy. Dutch sighed, pleased and languid, unable to avoid the unconscious thrust of his hips up into the inviting warmth of your sex.

“Daddy—,” you whimpered, kiss turning from a gentle ember to a roaring fire at the quiet groaning from the man below you, “I’ll be good, I—“

“Yes,” Dutch agreed heatedly, fingers digging into the skin of your buttocks and pulling you down onto him, “yes, a good girl aren’t you?”

You gasped at it then, as he started to move you on his cock; and your hips soon followed the desperate rhythm. He leaned back, moaning lowly as you pushed down on him, clinging to the crispy whiteness of his dress shirt.

“Look at you,” he growled, a palm coming up to cup your cheek rather roughly — but you didn’t mind, you didn’t—, “such a sweet little thing, aren’t you?”

You nodded, face burning hot at the sensation of his hand on it, blushing furiously; a sob blossoming from deep within your chest as he hugged your smaller frame into his chest with a trembling huff. “Oh, God—“

“My girl,” came the answering groan and you felt the hand on your face move to cradle your head to his chest, holding you there in a protective and somewhat selfish manner, “you’re making daddy so proud, sweetheart.”

Dutch pushed up, your body still held within his grasp as he set you on the table; the cool surface of the dark desk raising goosebumps on your skin. The papers scattered, some sliding off, others crumpling under you or simply floating away, but neither of you cared, you couldn’t—

“Fuck,” the man cursed, pressing his body snugly to yours, the head of his cock pushing in somewhat too deep, “feel so good, baby—“

Whimpering, you closed your eyes, arching your body up and digging your fingers into the exposed skin of his forearm; other hand wrapping around the back of his neck in a vice grip. The desk rattled at the first few thrusts, Dutch holding your hips down against it to keep you still and pliant under him.

“Please,” you gasped out, desperately clinging to him, legs lacing around his, “please—“

He all but snickered, looking down at you with wonder. Dutch pressed his thumb into your mouth again, pleased to see that you complied and started suckling on it; brows furrowed and eyes closed. “You want to cum, sweetheart?”

You nodded, whining lowly and arching your hips up for a better angle, and Dutch pressed a soft kiss to your chest; thrusting purposeful and languid to get the most out of it from you, but it was when he pressed a finger — the thumb previously in your mouth — down on your clit that your release came, flaming hot and desperately sweet at the same time. And at that, you cried out, curling under him as he kept going to let you ride out the final waves of your blissful orgasm, still shaking and breathless under him—

“Shit—,” Dutch groaned, pulling out and before you could ask why, you felt the hot splash of his seed on your thigh, hand coming down to jerk his spent cock a couple more times. You closed your eyes, basking in the bliss of release, bare chested and exposed on his desk with your legs still wrapped around your professor.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whispered, smiling at yourself when Dutch huffed out a laugh above you, the sound sweet and endearing in a way you couldn’t quite place your finger at.

And when he put out the grades on the notice board next week, claiming that the essays were to be kept by the graduation Dean, you simply smiled at your perfect mark.

#dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader #dutch van der linde imagine #red dead redemption #red dead redemption imagine #saucy #professor series #fanfic

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yandereshit · 6 years

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707 x Reader: chance encounter.

It’s my piece for the @2019loveforallseasons. A big thank you to the mods for making up the title becuz I was just SO UNCREATIVE ON THAT DAY.

And of course an even bigger thank you for making this zine. I’m so proud to be a part of it!

“Ever considered you are a piece of trash yourself? You can’t imagine how much it would explain.”

Unwelcoming voice brought the man back to reality. He stared forward blankly, trying to get back to his casual self.

A futile attempt, really.

“Do I stink that much?” he shared a doubt, finally moving to check if the shirt he was wearing for the past few days was still somewhat fresh.

“I think there are flies living in your trash hoodie.”

“Excuse you. It’s my best hoodie.”

“Its trashness suits you.”

Seven rolled his eyes.

It’s easy to insult him when he’s like this, a realization came. When he literally feels like a trash. When his head throbs and every line of code he writes makes close to no sense. So he has to rewrite it at least twice before it does. And once he writes the whole text it turns out it doesn’t work anyway and then he’s forced to rewrite it once more. IT specialist? More like IT loser.

Now, he sat in front of his computer with his legs curled up under his chin and stared at the screen that was already covered in cat memes he set as his screensaver.

How long has he been staring before Vanderwood put a plate in front of him and told him to turn the computer off because he’s being useless anyway? He wasn’t even sure what time of the day it was until he spotted the numbers on his phone’s screen.

“Don’t even think about it” Vanderwood muttered, snatching his phone away. “If you take a break from computer, no way you’ll be texting these RFA guys instead.”

“But that’s a good break…”

“Your eyes are so red I’m surprised you haven’t gone blind yet.”

Seven huffed, looking away and then at the plate in front of him. Its content looked like some kind of meat. He took a fork and suspiciously poked the surface.

“You haven’t poisoned it, have you? It looks too good to be sincere” he noticed.

“If you want I can splash it on your face. Will it look sincere enough?”

“No, thanks. I like it how it is” Seven muttered, taking the plate and spinning on his chair so that he wouldn’t have to face Vanderwood anymore.

Instead, his eyes fixated on the wall in front of him as he took the first bite of the food.

Walls, walls, walls. A red wall with thick, yellow stripes all over its lower half. Walls thick enough to not let a single sound outside. To separate him from the outside world. To make him believe he’s alone here, so that nothing ever bothers him.

But it was only the theory. He still would get bothered. By everything. By cats, photos, RFA, Vanderwood. And now by…

By the hopeless girl on the chat, the one who tried to break his peace, who felt like his opposite. Bright and innocent, with no dark past to haunt her, nor ties to some fishy organizations.

A complete opposite of himself.

He had no idea why it kept bothering him.

But he knew much enough to be aware that he won’t focus until he manages to get it all off his head.

“You’re really hopeless, you know?”

“No, you” Seven muttered, putting down the empty plate and glancing up at the other. Vanderwood stood in the doorstep of his working space, with his arms crossed. “Give me back my phone” the redhead ordered, but his colleague only snorted in response.

“Not until you rest.”

“That’s incredibly touching you suddenly started to care about my well-being but I still would rather you give me back my phone.”

“You’re addicted and not getting it back until you look like a human in the first place. I don’t want you to waste your time on being useless so at least spend try for once to look less vulnerable.”

“You’ll call me useless no matter if I-”

“Seven Zero Seven. Get your ass off the damn chair and get out of this house.”

“...Out?”

“Yes.”

“Out… like outside…?”

“Yes.”

Seven pressed his lips together, his face twisting in unease.

“But…”

“When was the last time you were outside? Was it like, in this century?”

“Oh excuse you, now you’re trying to insult me” Seven huffed, crossing his arms. “I was outside two months ago, don’t you remember?”

“Great! Then you don’t have to worry!” The mean apparently brought out his whole sarcasm supply. “You’re used to it, right? Or should I taser you and just throw your limp body out the door?”

A single bond of cold sweat ran down Seven’s neck.

“I-I will leave on my own” he mumbled, still not convinced but pretty much ensured that it’ll be safer for him this way.

But his doubt only grew stronger as he thought about what weather there is outside.

With no windows to look out through, he didn’t even know what season it was until he checked the date, and even then he wasn’t sure just how much of said season was visible outside. All he ever saw was Vanderwood dripping wet when he escaped the rain, or his red face when the sun was way too strong and the poor guy cursed all the clothes that were his usual attire.

For Seven, every day of the year was the same. He’d go out if there was a need to, and if there was none, he usually didn’t have time to take walks either. His load of work increased greatly since a few months ago a few other IT specialists have been fired due to… various circumstances Seven preferred not to know about. Ever since then, even Vanderwood was more stressed and usually decided to restrain Seven from making breaks even when the hacker was clearly overworked. He only ensured the redhead had some nutritious (not necessarily good-looking) food that made him able to stay up longer and work… till he fainted.

That’s how Seven’s life looked like and no matter how suffocating it was, he had no right to deny it. The realization was so strong that he managed to convince himself that he doesn’t want any other life. That it’s the best to just stay and work till the end of his miserable life.

However, on days like this, he got painfully reminded that food and work was not all he needed to live. Puffy eyes, increasing headache, a will to just faint so that he doesn’t have to deal with reality – that was his life now.

“...How long do I have to stay out?”

“...What?”

“Will you count the time? Is five minutes enough?”

Vanderwood’s eyebrow twitched dangerously.

“You’re kidding, aren’t you? I’m letting you leave and do whatever but you don’t even want to? You’re really hopeless.”

“Yeeah…”

“I don’t want to see you here before dinner.”

Pushing himself off the chair, Seven yawned and stretched, as if he just woke up from a nap. Not longer than five seconds later, he tripped over his own pants sprawled on the floor and fell down the short stairs that led from his workspace to the main room.

Vanderwood stared with his eyebrow raised, as the guy slowly stood up and limped to the main door, acting as tough as it was only possible with his ankle probably almost strained.

“You’re leaving like this?”

“What do you mean like this.”

“You know it’s autumn, don’t you?”

“What, already?” The man looked sincerely surprised.

His colleague rolled eyes.

“Put on a scarf or something. And don’t kill yourself while trying to walk. Good luck.” With these words, Vanderwood disappeared in the kitchen’s door, as if completely losing interest in Seven’s vulnerability.

Opening the closet next to the door, Seven started throwing everything out until he found a scarf – the only one he had. He couldn’t care less, but if it turned out to be cold outside, maybe the scarf would save him from catching a cold? Because a cold would definitely be the last thing he’d like to catch during this cursed walk.

The world inside was always different than outside. No one changed their bedroom depending on the weather or even season. So when you were inside, you could spend long days in a perfectly stable temperature, where it never rained, where you could focus on what wanted to because the weather wouldn’t absorb you.

The world outside was always different than inside. It was full of life, full of changes. One moment, you could be standing in the sun rays and the next – rain was dropping onto your head and you would ought to accept this fact. It was more difficult to focus on what you’d like to, because the surroundings would always somehow attract your attention. Their changes, moves, cycles.

That’s how the girl felt, walking among the trees slowly losing its colors and leaves. More and more, the world was fading to reds, yellows and blacks. Slowly, but constantly. And yet the changes were made in silence. Low whistling of the wind was nothing in comparison to what one heard outside the park. Here, everything was quiet and relaxing.

So when she went forward, ridden of her worries, hiding among a hat, scarf and ear warmers, the sight of a weirdly familiar silhouette was what she welcomed with peace. It didn’t disturb her at first, only brought out some curiosity, like a soft accent that rid her off the first signs of boredom.

The man sat on one of the benches, not really standing out. Among other people passing by or sitting on other benches, he looked really average. Maybe except for his intensively red hair and the childish scarf, but in the end, no one seemed to pay attention to him.

The girl did.

For a long while she stood in her place, subconsciously tilting her head to the side as she thought. Was it him, she asked herself. Pieces of images started roaming through her head, her eyebrows furrowed as she wondered, unsure whether the feeling she had was true or not. But once her eyes landed on the man’s hoodie, she recognized it in an instant, and it was enough to convince her.

She went forward, confidently at first, but when she came closer, she started noticing more and more in the other’s silhouette.

He was hiding his face’s lower half in the scarf tied tightly, but messily around his neck. His hands were tucked into the hoodie’s pockets, and behind a pair of glasses, she saw his eyes closed as the man just sat there, with no intention to even look around.

It was one of the colder days this Autumn. She made sure to not get cold herself, but the other apparently didn’t care much enough. Or maybe he didn’t notice it was that cold outside? He should have checked it. Or went back home when it turned out it’s colder than he predicted. How irresponsible of him.

She had to take this matter in her own hands and at least try to soothe his misery.

Sitting on a bench without as much as a phone to busy himself with was just boring. Boring as hell. He wanted to go home, but he left barely a quarter ago and he was afraid Vanderwood wouldn’t even let him back in.

The man didn’t let him even take a car (or more precisely – he blocked the garage’s door). He’d rather go to someplace warmer than that, but he didn’t take a wallet either. However, what he was lacking of the most, was a hat. His ears were so cold he flinched when he touched them with his hands. Oh, gloves would be nice too.

He closed his eyes, kind of wishing to just take a nap, completely ignoring how irresponsible it’d be. The coldness around, soft wind, everything was like a lullaby.

And when he was already about to give up and fall asleep, the steps of a person passing by suddenly stopped, pulling him out of the trance.

He heard many people passing by and steps were nothing out of ordinary. It’s just that the steps actually stopping were what brought out his uneasiness.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the silhouette in front of him.

Just a girl, he thought. Not a danger, he more of prayed than realized.

“Um… hi?” the girl spoke, smiling kindly. She extended her hands to him, showing him a cup of coffee, steaming and smelling. “Here, take it. You look like you need something to warm up.”

He stared back, dumbfounded. What did this girl want him to do? To take this cup? Was she giving him coffee?

Wait… Was it poisoned? Was she an enemy?

Or just someone who enjoyed poisoning innocent passers? No one just comes to a stranger and hands them a coffee. Things like this… just don’t happen. And he didn’t look like he’s homeless or something. So there was no reason to show him pity either.

He couldn’t let her know how suspicious he was though, could he? She’d think he’s smarter than her and that’d make the situation more dangerous. That’s what his instincts were telling him.

So he took the cup. It was warm, very warm. So warm he decided to just hold it in one hand for no longer than five seconds and then switch to the other. She probably didn’t feel it that strongly because she had gloves.

She has no idea how lucky she is, Seven thought.

“Er… thanks” he mumbled, trying to sound natural. He looked down at the cup, but his attention would never leave her silhouette.

“Can I… um… sit with you?” she uttered.

He shrugged.

“Sure.”

The girl sat next to him, in a safe distance, yet not awkwardly far. Her eyes were focused on him for some time as he tried to smell the coffee. She probably thought he was going to try it, but he more of wanted to find out what kind of toxin could be inside.

She didn’t look too bothered and just rested back, glancing up at the clouded sky.

“You don’t look prepared for Autumn, you know?” she chuckled.

He frowned, not responding. Was she trying to distract his attention? He wasn’t going to give in. For his own good.

The girl tilted her head to the side, a bit concerned.

“Are you feeling alright? You look upset” she noticed, pointing at his face. The man quickly hid himself in the scarf, welcoming the slight warmth it gave him when he exhaled and his own breath hit his face.

“I’m… fine. It’s just the weather, I guess” he mumbled.

“You should have taken something warmer than that” she scolded him.

“I… uh… guess so” he stuttered, unsure if that was the right thing to say. No one besides Vanderwood ever scolded him before. That was a weird feeling. “I was just in hurry, I guess.”

“Where were you hurrying if you’ve been sitting here for the last ten minutes at least?”

He frowned. Did she watch him before she approached? Suspicious.

“I was… hurrying out” he precised, even though he felt like he had no obligation to. What kind of conversation it even was?

The girl tilted her head to the side, clearly confused. Should he explain that? Probably not. But on the other hand, what harm would it be?

“Well… My maid said I should breathe with fresh air for once” he said, shrugging. The hotness of the coffee cup in his hands became unbearable and he put it on the ground next to the bench, hoping so that he doesn’t accidentally knock it over. Or… should he? So that he spills the poison… if there’s one�� the girl won’t be able to urge him to drink it… Was it even poisonous in the first place…? Just what kind of situation it was?!

The girl laughed, as if he just said a good joke. But he didn’t. Why was she laughing?

“It’s hard to imagine it. But your maid must be a very specific person” she noticed, smiling cheerfully, which he knew from the wrinkled skin around her eyes, as the lower half of her face was hidden underneath that thick scarf of hers.

“Well… yes, she’s specific” he only admitted, afraid of spilling any more. Staring at the girl for a few long seconds, his thoughts started to stir. Something in his mind started to shuffle, as though there was some kind of thought, begging for him to hear. Something deadly obvious he couldn’t quite put his hands on.

“Do I… have something on my face?” the girl asked and he quickly shook his head, pushing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and looking down as he was doing before. “Hm… What are you going to do? You know like. It’ll start getting dark soon, and even colder, do you have to stay here? If your maid doesn’t want you back at home, we can go to some cafeteria at least. You shouldn’t risk catching a cold like this. She surely wouldn’t like that either.”

He shivered at the thought of Mary Vanderwood 3rd yelling at him for getting sick on his day off.

Somehow, the girl’s attempt to lead him somewhere else calmed down his mistrust. He glanced down at the cup of coffee, slowly cooling down on the ground. The girl looked like she completely forgot about it.

“And how about you?” he asked, picking up the cup and warming his hands on it again. It was already cold enough to hold it normally. The coffee inside must have been good to drink by now, but there was something still holding him back from doing so.

“Hm?”

“Weren’t you on your way somewhere? Is it normal for you to just… stop by and buy strangers coffees?”

Strangers.

What Seven could not, by any chance, be aware of, the girl merely smirked at the remark. She was very well aware by now that the man just didn’t recognize her.

“That’s not a bad thing to do, you know” she smiled. “Especially when you see someone freeze because of their own stupidity” she added with such kindness in her tone that he was dumbfounded for the next few seconds, torn between did she just diss me and no way she would do that.

He must have made a really funny face because the girl suddenly started to laugh. And he just kept staring, unsure what else to do.

“Come on… I didn’t think you’d be so gloomy in real...” he noticed slight hesitation in her voice, when the girl corrected herself. “Laugh will help you warm up!”

“...I’m warm” he mumbled, taking a sip of his coffee.

Did he really just do that?

He panicked slightly, staring down at the cup. The coffee was still somewhat warm, with a perfect amount of sugar, maybe a bit too strong for his liking, but the milk was making up for it. But overall, it tasted just normal. He was aware some kinds of poisons had no flavor and he wouldn’t be able to recognize them. Yet…

It was just so tempting to give in. The girl didn’t look like she was a bad person. All she did was… just too sincere to be a cover-up. Because she made herself so suspicious in his eyes he just didn’t believe it all would be to make him give in. That would have to be some twisted kind of double bind.

He took another sip.

“You’re dumb” she exclaimed in such a straightforward voice he had no space there to disagree. He just pressed his lips together and took yet another sip, as though filling the stagnant silence with coffee.

“Yeet.”

The silence that took over from the next moment was way more relaxing and the two didn’t bother either looking at each other or even moving much. They both just stared forward as they sat, eyes glued to the world around. Seven, a bit warmed up already, felt more willing to actually look at anything besides his own feet and only then he started to notice how Autumn had started to take over the park.

Seasons were something quite weird to him. He never really saw them change. He just saw the results. In his childhood, he didn’t get to look outside too often. Once he grew up a bit, his house didn’t even have windows to peek through.

Yet when he looked up, he felt some kind of longing. The Autumn sky held some sort of nostalgia, as though he’s been waiting for the whole year to see it.

“It’s time for me” the girl suddenly announced. Seven glanced at her and although unwittingly, he felt quite disappointed with the fact he won’t get to sit with her anymore. They haven’t talked much. It was each other’s presence that kept them there, not some kind of conversation. “It’s quite cold already.”

There was no kind of mutual feeling connecting them, and no bonds.

Barely a few days of vague knowing, not enough to set anything for sure, and not enough for the one to recognize the other on a street. Not enough for the other to see through the sadness that dwelt in the man for over twenty years of his life.

Enough to enjoy the touch of weather, to rest in the soft colors, as though nothing else in the world existed, besides wind and leaves.

“Thanks for the coffee” Seven said, staring as she stood up, fixing the scarf wrapped around her neck.

“Sure. Don’t want strangers around me to get sick” she hummed, sending him a sincere smile.

Seven smiled against himself, but hid it in his own scarf.

“Well, anyway. Get going soon too, or you’ll get sick” she added, pushing hands in her coat’s pockets. Another smile lightened up her face. “Have a good day, Luciel.”

With these words, she walked away, quickly disappearing behind the trees where the park alley turned.

Seven stared forward dumbly for a few long minutes, as though unsure how to proceed this whole situation.

Luciel.

His name he never shared with the strange girl, yet the one she knew.

She knew.

She knew him.

The man, with his face completely unmoved, finished the last sip of coffee and threw the cup perfectly into the nearby trashcan. Now he could say that with hundred percent certainty.

She had to be a spy.

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originalworks25 · 5 years

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Next Door Neighbour

You stepped into the club, you were on holiday and had decided to go out it was valentine's day and being single it seemed only logical to go out get drunk and go home with another single. You headed straight to the bar, feeling the eyes on you checking you out, a strange girl out alone at a bar, but you didn’t care you wanted to forget everything and you were going to tonight.

“4 shots of something strong and a cocktail please” You asked the bartender as he smiled with a nod before one last look and turned around to make your order, you were wearing a short pink pleated skirt, a white crop top, a pink flower crown, with white and pink stripe thigh highs and pink heeled boots and pink glitter lipstick.

“Hello, can I buy you a drink sweetheart?” You heard a voice say as you turned to look at the guy with dark hair and green eyes, you slid him an easy smile as the bartender placed the shots in front of you before you turned back to the shots and downed them all one at a time “So you can handle your alcohol?”

“Yeah I can, I can also pay for my own drinks” You said with a chuckle

“Yeah but that’s the thing hot stuff, tonight anyone in here will buy you whatever you want” He leaned in close to your ear feeling his breath on your ear, you felt your skin prickle in anticipation before he pulled away and handed the bartender some money “Even the bartender if you bat your eyelashes at him”

“I’m not the kind of girl that needs guys to buy her drinks, I don’t want to owe anyone” You said raising you chin at him trying not to think what his hands would feel like on your skin or his lips roaming over your body

“You don’t have to feel obligated for any of it, let guys buy you a drink maybe kiss them but you don’t have to do more than that cutie most girls do it without even having the guilty conscience actually some girls just take the drinks and leave the guys” He said with a chuckle before he walked away leaving you watching after him trying to get your breath back from that exchange

“Hey cutie, can I buy you another shot?” You sighed and realised this was going to be your night, so taking the guys advice you turned with a smile on your face

“How about a dance?” You said as he smiled, he grabbed your hand pulling you over to a dark bit of the dancefloor, pulling you close against him as you reached your free hand up and ran it through his hair before you leaned up meeting his lips with yours.

The club was closing, you were smashed and had so many guys numbers to go on dates with and show you around town that you definitely didn’t have enough days left of your holiday for them all.

“Hello gorgeous” The guy from the start of the night said coming over to you as you leaned against a wall in the club knowing you couldn’t walk anywhere

“Mystery man” You said grinning as you stretched your arms out for a hug, chuckling he bent down and picked you up “Put me down”

“You can't walk cutie and the place is shutting” He said shaking his head “You didn’t need to accept every guy that offered you a shot”

“Nobody's ever bought me a drink before, I felt important” You said with a dopey smile as you leaned on his shoulder as he led you to the cloakroom “You smell nice”

“So, do you sweetie, now do you have a jacket?” He asked as you nodded as he placed you down against a wall, you pulled out your purse and found your ticket handing it to him, he handed the tickets to the cloakroom girl as she handed him the jackets. He helped you get your jacket on before picking you back up

“Do you have a name and number mystery man?” You asked sleepily leaning back on him

“My names Michael” He said as you hummed “What's the name of your hotel?”

“That’s a very nice name” You said “I’m not staying at a hotel, I'm staying at a friends but I was supposed to go home with a guy tonight or that was the plan”

“I’m guessing you don’t know the address by heart?” He sighed as you giggled shaking your head “You can crash at mine tonight”

“Hmmm ok” You said with a smile looking up at him as he shook his head at you

“How do you know I'm not a murderer?” He said looking at you disapprovingly as he put you back on your feet with his arm round you holding you close to keep you steady as he waited for the next taxi to come along

“Because you're the cute mystery man who gave me the best night ever” You said as you looked up at him biting your bottom lip “I haven't kissed you tonight”

“No, but you made a good dent in the guys in there tonight” He said looking down at you as you giggled

“You sound jealous” You said with a grin as he chuckled before a taxi pulled up, you slid in first as he followed in after you. Giving the taxi driver his address, you leaned on his shoulder feeling elated and the happiest you had in a long time all your troubles gone you feel asleep.

You woke up groaning swatting away the hand trying to shake you awake.

“Go away” You said as you turned over pulling the covers over your head

“Sweetie, don’t you think it’s time to go home” A voice said as you slowly opened your eyes remembering last night taking deep breaths you ran your hands over your body feeling an oversized top you but nothing else “You stripped yourself, I got a top on you and managed to get you into bed where you finally fell asleep”

“We never done anything?” You asked nervously as you turned over keeping the covers close to look at the guy sitting on the edge of the bed looking half amused

“No cutie I'm not interested in girls that are too drunk to enjoy themselves” He said with a smile “Your phone rang a lot, I answered hope that was ok just to let your friends know where you are and that you were alive and safe”

“Oh god” You groaned closing your eyes “It was my plan to go to a guy's sleep with him and leave, not get so black out drunk and stay at a guy's house all night” “Yeah well you have enough phone numbers to get enough dates for the rest of your holiday, also the guy that called was asking a lot of questions about what happened I didn’t say anything decided that was not my place to be involved” He said with a shrug as you chuckled

“Thank you for that” You said as you sat up not caring what he saw of you now because he probably saw it all last night “Thank you for everything”

“You don’t have a hangover? Feel sick?” He asked confused as you looked at him through half tired eyes

“I’m hungry” You said with a chuckle as he looked at you unsure “I don’t get hangovers never have”

“Alright then, want to go get breakfast?” He asked with a smile as you nodded

“That sounds really good, but I'll need to go home get changed” You moaned and knew that you were going to get interrogated when you got home

“Don’t worry, I don’t think you're going to take that long” He said with a chuckle as you shook your head at him

“You have no idea what's waiting at home for me”

“Actually, I do” He said nodding as he pointed to the window beside the bed “Look outside”

“Ok” You said unsure, you scooted over in the bed and looked out the window and realised this view looked familiar before you turned to look at him clenching your eyes shut “You’re a neighbour”

“Yep” He chuckled “So you really only need to do the walk of shame to the house next door”

“This is so embarrassing” You said covering your face as you felt your face go bright red

“Why?”

“Because you’re my friends neighbour and I liked you and I wanted to take this much further but this is not good” You rambled on as pulled your hands down away from your face, clenching your eyes shut trying to shut everything out

“Sweetie breathe, you're hot and I want to see you again whether you are friends with my neighbour or not” He said gently one hand stroking your cheek as you pressed against it and his other hand holding yours “It’s not like you're in a relationship”

“I was though with your neighbour” You said opening your eyes as you caught the surprise

“The guy that wanted to know?” He said as you nodded

“It’s why I wanted to get so drunk to forget and I did, it was incredible but now I need to face reality” You said with a sad smile

“Not yet if you don’t want to” He said with a grin as you chuckled

“How about I go home, get changed and we grab that breakfast” You said with a smile “How about we start there?”

“That sounds good” He said nodding, you’re clothes are on the chair there” He said pointing to a chair with your clothes neatly folded “You and that guy nothing there anymore?”

“I don’t want there to be anything anymore” You said as he smiled

“Ok I had to check” He said heading towards the door as you climbed out the bed before he stopped in his tracks “I put my number in your phone hope that’s ok with you cutie, also you have a lot of texts from your other guys last night”

“You sound jealous” You said with a chuckle as he smirked before leaving the room completely

“I’ll pick you up from next door in an hour” He shouted through as you stared after him shaking your head

“I have to go home, shower and get questioned you think that’s going to take an hour” You said to yourself shaking your head “Dream on mate, plus I need to try look cute I need time”

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lonelypond · 5 years

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Jingle Bell Jazz, Ch. 16

Love Live, NicoMaki, 3.4K, 16/?

Summary: Bibi rehearses and Honoka lets a secret slip.

Chapter 16

No lulls in the evening rush at the Ace of Roses so Nico couldn’t get to a phone until her shift was over. She debated whether or not to call Maki, but the pianist would probably still be up, practicing or listening to the stack of jazz albums she’d bought so casually. Nico frowned. All day rehearsal tomorrow was a necessity, especially with the new song Nico wanted to work on. But Nico remembered Maki in her bedroom, pajama shirt askew, thoughts about Maki and legs and bubbles in a bath coming far too easily. Nico needed a professional mindset. Rehearsal needed to happen at Otonokizaka. A detached, focused on the music attitude had to be maintained. There was too much at stake for Nico to get distracted. With a smile at Dani, Nico grabbed the phone behind the bar and dialed Maki’s number.

A knock on the music room door. As Maki rolled up from where she was reclined on the padded bench Nico was so fond of, George Shearing albums dropping under the needle one after the other, her father opened the door.

“Maki?”

“What is it, Papa?”

“Nico’s on the phone.”

Maki was across the room in a blink, “Is she coming over?”

Her father raised an eyebrow at the question, “She didn’t say. It is very late for visitors. I assumed the call was from the hospital.”

“Nico works nights.” Maki’s reply was a sharp defense of the singer.

“Yes, your mother mentioned that.” There was a pause. Maki’s father rubbed his chin as his daughter stood impatient, waiting for him to step aside and stop blocking the door. “How are you and Nico getting along since Christmas?”

Maki faltered, surprised at the question. Usually if there were going to be parental prying, her mother took on the task. Maki frantically raced through possible answers to the question but none of them sounded...accurate. And “I’m never sure” would certainly lead to more questions.

“Nico is waiting for me.” Maki decided to trigger her father’s tendency to err on the side of politeness. Keeping Nico waiting was rude.

But no, it wasn’t that easy, “I’m sure she’ll wait for just a minute.”

Maki sighed, hands in the pockets of her robe, “Can we talk about this in the morning, Papa? Nico might have to catch a bus.”

After a stare-off, her father stepped aside, looking tired. “Remember, Maki, your mother and I love you. If there’s ever anything important that changes in your life, we want to know.”

Maki nodded, forcing herself not to run to the phone, “Yes, Papa.”

“Good night, Maki.” Her father muttered as she headed for the hallway but his daughter was too intent on her goal to make any response.

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Finally, after what seemed like an hour to Nico, Maki picked up the extension, breathless. “Nico, are you still there? Papa got talkative.”

Nico snorted, “Dr. Nishikino is worried about his little girl getting phone calls at this hour.” She scratched her ear, “Can’t blame him.”

“It wasn’t that. We just never get to talk. He’s always so busy.” Nico could hear shuffling noises around Maki, maybe the pianist was fidgeting, “Are you coming over? I’ve been listening to George Shearing.”

“Good choice. But no, Nico’s had a tiring night.”

“Oh.” Maki’s voice went flat.

“Nico thinks we should rehearse at school tomorrow. Maybe around 10. Or is that too early?”

A pause. Nico imagined Maki biting her lower lip, twirling a curl of hair with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone, probably in her pajamas, which Nico was seeing her in too many mornings.

After a nervous interval, Maki spoke. “I can be there at 10.”

“Good.” Nico knew she sounded relieved. “I need your help with a song.”

“Really?” Maki sounded excited, Nico couldn’t help grinning, “I can do that.”

“Nico figured. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“10 a.m. Since you probably won’t have time to bake anything in the morning...“

‘Oh, are you angling for more cookies?’

‘No,” Maki snapped, “I was going to say I’ll pick up donuts.”

“Ooohh, from the daughter of a doctor, a healthy breakfast suggestion.” Nico teased.

“Only the best for...the band you know...Eli’s so neglected.” After the initial stumble, Maki’s tone was practically a wink.

Nico loved the banter, she realized, the silly back and forth over even the tiniest things, but Nico needed to get home so she turned practical, “Get some sleep, genius.”

Maki’s voice got softer, a velvet breath Nico wanted closer to her ear, “You too, Nico.”

Maki dropped the phone back into its cradle. Rehearsal. Tomorrow. At the Conservatory. She wondered if she should be disappointed Nico wasn’t planning to come by again, but considering all the questions Maki was getting from her parents, moving rehearsal to Otonokizaka was a smart choice. Was Nico feeling uncomfortable at the house? She would have to be sure to let Nico know she was welcome any time, Maki realized. And talk to her parents about limiting their interrogatory tendencies.

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Nico was tired, physically, but wired, too eager for tomorrow. She could almost hear Maki’s good morning...and the hiss as Maki drew in breath when Nico slid next to her, the hesitation as Maki decided whether to stay still or slide slightly away. Maybe Nico could get her to lean sometime...hmmmm...she’d almost leaned back into Nico when Nico had slid her arms around Maki’s shoulders, but tilted forward to the piano...but there hadn’t been a jump.

Nico opened the door quietly, sliding her keys into her peacoat pocket, but there was a greeting, Nozomi, “Welcome home, Nico-chi.”

Nico hung up her coat. Nozomi was in the kitchen, sitting at the table, the contents of Nico’s leather music bag spread out…

“I’m not apologizing.” Nozomi announced.

“Neither am I.”

“There’s a casserole warming in the oven for you.” Nozomi pointed with the sheet music in her hand.

“Thanks.”

Nozomi shrugged and shuffled the music in front of her together, wrapping her arms around her patched purple robe, “Eli really is upset.”

“Nico knows.” Nico slid the plate out, inhaling the aroma. She was so hungry. Nozomi had stolen her trick with the paprika and been even more liberal with browned onions. “This looks tasty.”

“You’re welcome.” Nozomi tucked the papers back into Nico’s battered leather bag. Nico knew too well that personal boundaries only went one way in Nozomi’s world and she was too tired to start an argument she’d never won.

“Ne me dis pas que tu m’adores Embrasse-moi de temps en temps Un mot d’amour c’est incolore Mais un baiser c’est éloquent?” Nozomi’s French was better than Nico’s. “Dropping hints about Paris? Or what you want your pretty pianist to do?”

“Does Nico want Maki to play that song? Yes.” Nico spoke through cheesy macaroni and bread crumbs. "But that's all."

“Do you need a translation?”

Nico shook her head. Nozomi’s green eyes were sharp, searching for a clue, but Nico did her best just to look like a hungry, exhausted person eating.

“You really are serious about Paris.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement laying like morning mist over a Seine of Sadness.

“You’re always too clever, Nozomi.” Nico waved her fork at Nozomi, “Nico will tell you one thing. What Nico is serious about is being as respected as Josephine Baker.” Nico cut away another forkful. “Now let Nico eat. We have to be at Otonokizaka at 10 a.m. Set Eli’s alarm.” Nico chewed for a moment, then snarled, “And stay away. We don’t need distractions.”

Nozomi leaned forward, her mouth tasting sour fruit, “Oh, is Maki staying home? Because you haven’t been exactly yourself…”

With a warning grumble, Nico took her plate to the sink, turning her back on Nozomi, “Nico will see you in the morning. Tell Eli Maki’s bringing her donuts.” Nico smiled at that, letting Maki’s teasing banter block out Nozomi’s muttering as her chair scraped and her steps became distant.

When the door to Eli and Nozomi’s bedroom clicked shut, Nico sang softly, the words she’d roughly translated on the bus.

“Don’t say you adore me Kiss me now and then A word of love is water white But a kiss speaks”

"De Temps En Temps" was a slow, sensuous piece, but the pace could be altered, more in line with the rest of the program while retaining the underlying smolder. Nico’d have to get Maki’s opinion in the morning, a second look at the translation, the arrangement Nico was considering. She could picture it, both of them on the piano bench, Maki leaning forward, pencil in hand, shirt falling open at the third button, soft, hidden curves filling out the fabric, concentrating, darkly delicate pink lips slightly open as she mouthed the French words, turning to Nico with a gleam. And then what...Nico wondered before shaking herself out of that vision, grabbing a dishcloth to dry off the plate. No wishful thinking. Sleep first, soundly, then Maki and music. Maki and music. Nico smiled at the sound of that in her head.

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Nozomi just stayed in bed. Eli thanked Nico brightly for breakfast, while offering no other conversation aside from asking if Nico had spoken to Maki last night. But when they were sitting on the bus, side by side, Eli’s sax on the floor between their feet, Eli reached out and pulled Nico in for a quick hug.

“Whatever you decide,” Eli leaned the side of her head on Nico’s shoulder, “I’ll support you.”

Not a bad start to her morning plans, Nico knew. “Thanks, Eli.”

Small talk about Eli’s plans for Orthodox Christmas with her family got them through the trip and then they walked into the rehearsal room and Maki was at the piano, in a gray sweater over a lilac striped oxford tucked into a black swing skirt. Her head tilted when the door opened and she grinned at Nico.

“Good morning. Donuts are over there.” Maki pointed, “Bought a thermos of coffee too.”

“We get donuts!” Eli opened the box, “you didn’t tell me that, Nico.”

“Maki thought you deserved a treat.” Nico put her bag on the piano, nodding at Maki.

Eli took two donuts and sat next to Maki, facing backwards instead of the piano, laughing as the redhead blushed and scooted down the bench. “I think we keep her. What do you vote, Nico?”

Nico rested a hand on Maki’s shoulder and stole on of Eli’s donuts, “It’s a definite possibility.”

Maki butted Nico’s arm with a tilt of her head, “Hands off.”

Nico stepped over the bench, sitting so she was hip to hip with Maki, “If you say so.” Nico opened her bag and pulled out the “De Temp En Temps” sheets, “Here’s the song Nico needs help with. Can you take a quick look. Nico wrote down a translation and maybe an idea about how to make the tempo less sleepy.”

Maki reached over and took the pencil that was half out of Nico’s bag...muttering the French for the first stanza, then Nico’s quick scribbles, “...water white but a kiss speaks...Did you translate this?”

Nico played a few bars, “With the help of a dictionary…”

Maki paused, brows slightly furrowed, speculation quirking the left side of her mouth, eyes locked on Nico. Eli finished her donut, very much aware how on the outside of a private world she was situated. Nico finished with a flourish.

“It’s good, there's a flair…” Maki’s hand somehow managed to nudge Nico’s wrist.

“Nico will probably sing the French, like Josephine Baker, but you have to know what you’re saying…” Nico decided to risk an advance, moving closer to Maki, their noses almost touching, “Nico wants the audience to get the full impact of ‘Embrasse-moi’” Nico paused, trying to see if there were really slowly spinning flecks of light in the depths of amethyst. Everything stilled, neither Nico nor Maki were sure they were breathing, Eli was doing her best not to even creak a reminder of her existence, then Nico pulled back suddenly, wild mischief all over her face, “After all, getting the French wrong could be….embrassing.”

As Nico’s distance increased and the pun sunk into Maki’s understanding, the redhead just shoved and Nico nearly went flying off the bench, but recovered, bouncing to her feet, perkier by the word, “Ne me fais pas de longs poèmes, Ne parle pas de tes émois, mademoiselle.”

Maki, full on flame all over her cheeks, closed her shoulders off, grabbed a random sheet of music, and started to play, while Nico giggled.

Eli, grateful the tension had broken, started unpacking her sax, “So what’s our set list, Boss?”

“Let Nico tell you the plan…”

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Maki knew Nico’s sudden emulation of Josephine Baker meant the singer was still determined about Europe. But as Maki, elbows propped behind the keys, chin in hand, watched Nico and Eli talk about their solos for “Winter Wonderland”, she couldn’t muster up much agitation. Nico was SO excited about the concert, hands flying, vocal range full, tone robust, humor sharp, attitude playful, expression so animated Maki felt like she was watching Snow White dance with the dwarves. And every couple of songs, Nico would drift by Maki and the piano, lean in, play with a curl of Maki’s hair, run a gentle caress up Maki’s forearm...suddenly warm, Maki stood, crossing her arms in front of her as she pulled her sweater over her head, her shirt coming out of her skirt. As she turned to toss the sweater over a random chair, unbuttoning a couple of buttons and pushing up her sleeves, she noticed Eli and Nico had gone silent, and Nico was watching her, eyes narrowed, a glint deep in them. Then Eli pushed Nico, whispered something, and laughed.

“Sorry, did I interrupt?” Maki returned to her seat, adjusting her cuffs so they fell slightly below her elbow.

Eli flipped her ponytail, “No, Nico just got...undone by a daydream.”

Nico smacked Eli on the shoulder, but Eli just kept laughing.

Maki rolled her eyes, “What do you want me to play next, Nico.”

“We could try that Jingle Bells/Silver Bells fusion if you’re up to it.”

“Sure…” Maki closed her eyes as she pictured the opening chords, then let her fingers drop to the keys.

"Dashing through the snow In a one-horse open sleigh O'er the fields we go Laughing all the way Bells on bobtails ring Making spirits bright What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight

[Chorus] Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh, hey”

And Honoka was in the door, swaying back and forth, joining Nico, who danced over to her, pulled her into the room and twirled the ginger as they continued through the chorus.

“Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh”

Honoka fell back against the piano, jarring it and making Maki miss a note, “Hey. Be careful!”

“Sorry, Maki, that’s just so much fun. I can’t wait to play it.” Honoka tapped out a rhythm on the piano and Maki began to rethink her ‘join Honoka’s band when Nico leaves for Europe’ plan. Surely she and Eli could find a singer. Everyone wanted to sing, right? Honoka was still talking so Maki tuned back in, as Honoka asked Nico a question.

“So how did your talk with Tsubasa go yesterday? Umi and I were heading to Kotori’s and didn’t have time to stop in and say hi.”

Nico started and water spilled out of her glass all over her cardigan. “Uh…”

“Nico?” Eli sounded betrayed, “You said you had to work.”

“It was work, trust Nico.” Nico grabbed a hand towel out of Eli’s case and started patting down her front. “Tsubasa takes everything SO seriously. Nico has homework.”

The French song, Maki thought, and pushed away from the piano, catching Nico’s attention.

Nico waved the towel, earnest. “Now wait, before you get mad at Nico, it’s not what you think. I said everything would be all right, everything will be all right. We just have to get through the show in two days. We don’t have time for arguments.” Nico scratched her ear, her voice trying for persuasive and cracking with nerves, “Can’t you trust Nico?” She looked from Eli to Maki.

Eli shrugged, gloomy, Maki focused on her piano, thoughts piecing together what she’d learned about Nico, why the singer would be giving off a furtive air, what it reminded Maki of....

Honoka didn’t linger, realizing she’d killed the mood of rehearsal. At 1 p.m. Eli called for a break, she was meeting Nozomi for lunch at the tea shop and though she halfheartedly invited her two bandmates, neither of them had any appetite for Nozomi’s questions. Which left Maki and Nico alone in the rehearsal classroom, Nico reaching for her coat, “Guess I’ll take a walk.”

Maki’s hand was faster than Nico and she tossed the pea coat behind her, leaving a Nico staring up at her, “Hey!”

“Talk to me.” Maki knew that command was a thrust when she should have left an opening but it was the best she could do at not sounding furious. Nico looked guilty.

“Nico needs fresh air.” Nico stepped forward, but hesitated, not willing to dodge around Maki and uncomfortable with her nose practically in Maki’s cleavage. But blushing, Maki stood her ground and berry eyes frantically searched the room rather than look directly at her.

“I need to know what Nico’s up to.” That time Maki just sounded strong. And sincere.

Nico skipped back, so Maki moved forward, surprising Nico, taking her hand this time and pulling them both to the chaise.

Nico whined, her hand sweaty, “Don’t you trust Nico?”

Be determined, honest, Maki told herself. “Yes.” Maki squeezed Nico’s hand tighter, “Doesn’t Nico trust me?”

Nico shrugged, slumping, Maki let her hand go, careful not to look away. She needed to see Nico’s response to her next question, to the guess she was going to dare.

“Whatever it is you’re planning, Nico. I won’t be disappointed. It’s not like with your Mom or your family.” Maki shook her head, she’d startled Nico and now had the spitfire's full attention, “Actually, it probably is…” Maki took a deep breath, “We...care about you, whatever you do. I just want to help. Let me.”

“Maki…” The air had changed, Nico was staring, hand hiding her expression as she wiped a frown across her mouth, then a smile tinged with anguish, then lips contorted as she squelched whatever answer almost came out. Maki felt a pang of dread, was there something Nico didn’t want to tell her because it was so terrible...Maki could feel herself start to tremble, bravado dissipating as the silence continued.

“Please.” She had one word left in her, then Maki hung her head, hands clasped in her lap. She wasn’t going to cry. Nope. Not a single tear. Just the slightest sniffle. And then Nico’s delicate fingers were under her chin, and how did Nico get that close, and the dry brush of lips that had Maki’s suddenly flaring with want like a canyon wildfire that had caught a spark from the incandescence in Nico’s eyes, a meteor strike altering every landscape.

Then, just eyelashes away, with Maki a frenetic mess, hands gripping the chaise, cheek warm against Nico’s, volatility spiking, opened, thirsty lips a provocation, Nico spoke more rapidly than Maki had ever heard her, “Tsubasa’s bringing a promoter, if we score, Bibi gets gigs across Canada, the French is for Montreal, j’t’adorable.”

And before Maki could make sense of anything, words, wants, wiles, Nico was pressing forcefully against her, fingers tingling across her skin where Maki’s shirt fell open, lips seizing more kisses, breath caressing her name, “Maki.”

A/N: Well, that happened. But Christmas still has some days (and chapters) left in it ; )

Have been busy with theatrical endeavors and waiting for cherry blossoms. How’s your Spring?

#nicomaki #Jingle Bell Jazz #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #jazz #music #holiday #Christmas #fanfic #Ayase Eli #Tojo Nozomi #Paris #etc

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blackbeltkitten2ficsnships-blog · 6 years

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Bad, bad Alphonse Capone (Chapter 3)

Scarface Versus Snorky.

Fandom/Movie/Series/Ect: Night At The Museum

Setting: Larry is still the night guard, several exhibits from the Smithsonian are at the Museum of Natural History

Pairing(s): Eventual Capoleon, Jedtavius, Teddy/Sacagawea

Characters: Al Capone, Napoleon Bonaparte, Ivan the Terrible (Awesome), Larry Daley, Teddy Roosevelt, Sacagawea, Jedediah Smith, Octavius, Ahkmenrah, Shaka Zulu, several Zulu tribe members, Dr. Richard McPhee, several Mobsters, Antonio Villalobos, Mariana Villalobos, Ramón Espina, Doctor Jess McClain, Docteur Alain Chaput

Genre/Warnings: Some slightly graphic violence, Foul language, Fic inspired by a song, I’ll come up with more tags later, Chapter names may change later

Notes: I listened to the song “Bad Bad Leroy Brown” by Jim Croce about a thousand times and decided I just HAD to make a fic. The reason Al and the boys get made into color (as a plot point) is so everyone can see what happens to Al.

If anyone is OOC or this reads like a Dick & Jane, this is my second posted fic and I haven’t done much writing in the NATM field. (Disclaimer: I don’t own the song, nor the characters.) (If anything suddenly changes, I had to fix a mistake I missed.)

(I am starting to see why they say “The beginning and end are easy, the middle is hard.” this chapter is either going to be good, or real fucking boring, you decide.)

Word count: 1,300

Summary: Al and the boys practically beg (Though they won’t stoop so far as to say they were actually begging.) for him and his gang to be colored up like everyone else. Finally one day they get a paint-job, despite McPhee’s ever-present paranoia; Capone and the gang being popular in grey-scale. Several weeks after they finally get what they want, Al gets in a fight, and doesn’t come out of it well. Luckily for him Napoleon is compassionate enough to put up with Al’s grating personality to help him.

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Thank God Larry got a bottle of fleshtone latex for Halloween.

Disguising Al’s stitching for every morning was far easier than he’d thought it would be.

Al was ready for this nightmare to be over. ‘Change his bandages once a day.’

Napoleon is nothing if not dutiful. He’s done just as prescribed, every day, the past couple days. Al is getting sick of it.

Al sits on the desk, slapping Napoleon’s hand away for the second time.

“Quit tryna mollycoddle me, I can do it myself!”

“I plan to do as Docteur Chaput told, you cannot stop me.”

Al slaps his hand away again.

Everyone hears an angry screech from the office.

“They were doing so well...” Teddy sighs, unwrapping himself from Sacagawea.

“I thought it was amusing, their little vendetta. Now it’s annoying.” She chuckles.

“I laughed the first time as well, but since they’ve been consistently interrupting our evenings...” Teddy rubs his temples.

“We really should go see what they’re doing. If Al breaks his stitching it could make things worse.” Sacagawea stands and pulls Teddy off of the bench and through the doorway.

“Come on! Really guys?” Larry stares at the two.

“He keeps changin’ my bandages, and I already told him, I can do it myself!”

Napoleon puts all of his weight on Al’s stomach and tightens his grip on Al’s chin, dangerously close to the wounds on his cheek, making Al squint.

“I told the docteur I would change them, I refuse to go back on my word!”

Larry sighs and scrubs a hand over his face.

“Get up, guys. Al, let Napoleon dress your wounds.”

“Aw, come on!”

Napoleon grins triumphantly once they’re both righted.

“Sit.” Napoleon points at the desk.

Larry gives them both a pointed look and leaves, meeting Teddy and Sac in the hallway and closing the door.

“I have a question.”

“Shoot, Nippy.”

“When I described your injuries, you looked and sounded... Distraught. Why?”

Al’s eyes search the wall over Napoleon’s shoulder. “It’s nothing, Shortstack...”

Napoleon knits his eyebrows together but doesn’t press on. He’s seen trauma, mild to severe, physical and emotional, and thinks he should give Al some time before asking again.

That doesn’t mean he won’t look into Al’s history to see if that gives him any information, though.

Napoleon walks towards Al’s room. He spots a group of Al’s gangsters near by. He catches a fleeting bit of their whispered conversation, where they lean on the wall opposite the Al Capone exhibit.

“Damn, Big Boy looks rough. I ain’t never seen him this bad.”

“Yeah, even when they first started callin’ him Scarface he didn’t look so... Depressed?”

“Least we can do is start callin’ him Snorky again, what do ya say, Ralph?”

“Best idea you’ve had in a while, Tony.”

Napoleon looks into the room from the doorway.

Al is looking at a hand mirror dejectedly, lifting the latex carefully and examining the stitches.

Napoleon gets a few steps into the room before Al’s men grab him by the arms.

“Ehi! Miullu, i idioti!“

Al almost drops the mirror. He spins around and holds up a hand to keep the gangsters from dragging Napoleon to the door.

“French Toast, what the Hell are ya doin’ here?”

“I wanted to remind you to meet me in the office, evidently your men dislike my commitment.”

“Nippy, don’t be dramatic, I told em to keep everyone out. Thanks for remindin’ me though...”

“Monsieur Daley, can you teach me how to use that, uh, laptop?”

“Yeah sure, what do you want to look up?”

Napoleon fumbles for a moment.

“No that’s alright, you don’t have to tell me. Here, sit... Now see the keys? Press them gently to make words...”

Napoleon accidentally runs twelve W’s into the search bar, causing Larry to snicker.

“Now you know that can happen, use the backspace to erase all but one.”

Napoleon is a little less heavy-handed this time.

There, now if you can manage to spell everything well enough- Don’t give me that look, I know how spelling worked back in your days. Anyway you should get the results you want. Press the enter key when you wanna make it search.”

Larry holds the mouse and slides it around.

“Use this to click on things-” He deliberately clicks it a few times. “-And that little X in the corner will close everything.”

“Grazie, Monsieur Daley.”

“No problemo. I’m gonna go do a round, catch you later.”

Larry pats him on the back and walks off

Napoleon, backspacing the remaining W and, carefully selecting keys, types out ‘Al Capone injuries’.

The little circle spins, then ‘The infectious disease that sprung Al Capone from Alcatraz.’

“I hope the tablet got rid of that...”

Napoleon moves the little hand down and clicks on one link simply titled ‘Al Capone’, and hopes for the best.

Luck is on his side. To the right side of the screen is what is presumably a photo of Al when he was older, in black and white. He’s wearing a nice dark grey three piece suit, a shiny, striped tie, white shirt and pocket square, and a shiny watch chain. He’s also gained weight and lost hair. The banner under the photo reads ‘Al Capone in 1930.’

“Yet he pokes at me because of the paintings I commissioned when I was in my forties. It must run in Italian blood... Or it’s all the bread and cheese.”

Al was born in the Brooklyn borough of New York City.

“That’s not very far from the museum, is it? I wonder if I could convince Larry to take Al and myself there..”

His parents, Teresa and Gabriele, immigrated from Angri, Italy.

He had eight siblings, six brothers and two sisters.

He did well in school but had difficulty following the rules at his parochial Catholic school. He was expelled permanently at fourteen for hitting a female teacher.

“At least I didn’t hit my teachers, u mo Diu.“

He worked at a bowling alley and a candy store, and was influenced Johnny Torrio, whom he later regarded as a mentor.

First he got involved with the Junior Forty Thieves, then the Bowery Boys. Then he joined the Brooklyn Rippers, and after that the powerful Five Points Gang.

He was employed by mentor and racketeer Frankie Yale, who tended bar at a dance hall and saloon called the Harvard Inn.

“Saloon? I thought that was only in the West in the eighteen seventies?”

Al inadvertently insulted a woman while working at the door of a nightclub in Brooklyn and was slashed by her brother Frank Gallucio.

“Oh...”

Napoleon opens a new tab, searches ‘Al Capone scars’ and pulls up a photo that marks each slash with a number.

They match scarily close to the fresh ones on the side of Al’s face now.

Napoleon’s mouth falls open slightly and his eyebrows pull together. He switches back to the other tab.

The wounds caused people to give him the nickname ’Scarface’ which Al loathed. His close friends called him 'Snorky', a word for sharp dresser.

“Ay Nippy, watcha doin’?”

Napoleon quickly closes out the browser and shuts the laptop, none-too-gracefully. Al smirks at him.

“Thought we were gonna meet in the office, what have ya been doin’?”

“Nothing, I was looking something up. None of your concern.”

“Mhm, ‘lookin’ something up.’ Be sure clear the history when you’re done.”

Al spins around and saunters off towards the office.

“So, Short Stuff, did you enjoy ‘lookin’ something up.’? Was it... Sexy?”

Napoleon pulls the latex off roughly.

“It was informative. The two photographs I looked at were... A bit attractive. No contest with the real thing, though.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Al pulls a knowing smirk. He doesn’t know as much as he thinks he does though.

Docteur = Doctor

Ehi! Miullu, i idioti! = Hey! Let me go, you idiots!

Monsieur = Mister

Grazie = Thank you

U mo Diu = My God

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#NATM #night at the museum #al capone #napoleon bonaparte #jedediah #octavius #larry daley #teddy roosevelt #ahkmenrah #dr mcphee #jedtavius #capoleon #eventual capoleon #ivan the terrible #ivan the awesome #fanfic #Bad bad Alphonse Capone

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garrisonsnug · 7 years

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the tide of his breathing // shelby sister

warning for depictions of verbal & physical abuse within a relationship, plus troubling reactions to it. see this post for more detail (with spoilers).

'alright, fuck off. that's all in for this round. john? y'hear?'

you swallow the rest of your whiskey, laughing at john's pout, and slide your empty glass towards tommy. he raises his eyebrow but pours you another, and you can tell he wants to smile. he's gone quiet, the way he does when he drinks. if anything, the whiskey seems to sober him up nowadays.

you, john, and arthur are the polar opposite. between the drink, the poker and the two lines of snow, the smallest thing is enough for the three of you to be bent double, cackling and clinging to each other so you don't fall off your chairs.

arthur claps you on the shoulder as you push the remainder of your money into the centre of the table.

'god, it's a laugh with you around. you never stay this late on a friday night. like you're observing a fucking holy day, usually.'

you grin and pull his cigarette from the corner of its mouth, taking a pull. 'except it's not friday, you lug. it's still thursday. i think you're on too much of the good stuff, art.'

john sputters with laughter, but tommy clears his throat as he counts coins into the pile. 'it's friday night, i'm afraid,’ he says. ‘i’m not surprised the days go quickly when you work like you do.'

the warmth of the whiskey in your belly turns to ice, and you cough around a mouthful of smoke. 'no, it's - you're fucking me around, you are.' arthur and john are too far gone, laughing at your thinly veiled panic, but tommy narrows his eyes.

you stand up from the table, chair clattering. 'i've got a fucking early morning tomorrow. i'll see you later.'

'your fucking money, mate!' john calls, but you're already turning on your heel. you wave a dismissive hand at them, barely remembering to pull your coat off the wall before stepping into the biting wind.

three in the fucking morning. fuck, fuck, fuck. as you rummage through your purse, you stop and take a deep, shaky breath. if you're going to do this, you have to be quiet. no use shaking so badly the key wakes him up as you let yourself in. if he's asleep, that is, and not sitting up waiting.

you hold your breath as you step over the threshold and climb the narrow - old, fucking old and noisy - stairs, and don't let it out until you're standing at the top. from here you can make out the shape of nick in the bed, the side of him gently rising and falling with what looks like the rhythm of sleep. in careful silence, you slip off your coat, shoes and hat, placing them over the nearest chair. deliberating, you look from the bed to the loveseat. if you climb into bed it might wake him, but sleeping on the lounge will be hard to explain in the morning. fuck's sake, this'll all be hard to explain in the morning.

'decided to show up, did you?'

your heart sinks. you close your eyes and take a long, uneven breath. 'hello, darling. sorry to wake you.'

'can smell the drink on you from here.' he still hasn't rolled over, his body a dark and anonymous shape in the bed. 'and the men.'

'haven't been with any men, nick. just my brothers. and i'm sorry for staying out so late.'

he gets out of bed then, throwing the covers aside and crossing the room to confront you in three burning strides. 'how do you think it fucking feels,' he fumes, 'to come home, and find this place cold, and empty, with no fucking food on the table?'

his face is inches from yours. your fists are hard, shaking with the tension in them, but your face threatens to crumble. 'i'm sorry.'

'that's all i ask. is it too much? is it?'

you stare determinedly at the floor, silent, trembling. the slap comes quickly from his left hand (southpaw, your brothers used to call him, used to laugh, when it was different), blood flowing to your cheek and stinging hot with pain. your hand instinctively goes to your face but he knocks it away and takes your chin between thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look him in the eye.

‘no, it isn’t, nick.’ you hate the way the words sound, watery and thin. you hate that you say them every other night.

the bruises are never where your brothers can see them. dark, purplish fingerprints along the softest part of your upper arm. fading brown-green mottled across your ribcage. a seething red welt striped across the back of your thigh, the one that had you on your feet all day.

the betting shop in the morning. the easy distraction of the numbers, the endless chatter of the men there. esme’s sly, catlike smile when you indulge her and listen to her gossip, offering tuts and nods and input when she expects it. it’s a routine - comforting, distracting enough that you don’t dwell on the wince of pain when you bend the wrong way or move too quickly.

nick doesn’t come around anymore, doesn’t see your brothers. he used to, before the war. now he’s at home or at work. he’s changed, is your explanation. it hurt him. repeated so often it feels like a mantra. he’s changed, he’s changed, he’s changed. he’s different, now. like you, tom.

they don’t ask many questions. there’s always polly’s watchful eye, the arch of one brow as you head home for the evening.

‘never expected anyone to make a housewife out of you,’ she told you once.

you had laughed uneasily as you pulled on your coat, paused in the doorway. ‘i don’t mind it, pol. he needs someone to look after him.’

she didn’t say anything, but the look on her face stayed with you for the night.

there are times when you think it’s going to unravel. the night you drop the bottle of gin and it smashes across the floor, the smell of it astringent, clinical, and without thinking he splits your lip with a crack of his left hand. the blood is hot on your chin, running between your fingers. it shocks you both, nick so badly that he apologises. it was an accident, lovely, i’m sorry, i wasn’t thinking.

and you tell everyone as much the next morning. an accident. nick and i were drinking gin and i tripped, can you believe it, the dresser has a nasty edge on it. sell it with an airy laugh, as if you can’t believe yourself. polly is gone for the week, thank christ. the woman’s a bloodhound for lies, but by the time she returns your lip will have scabbed over, ready to be painted with lipstick and ignored resolutely.

what you don’t anticipate is ada. something strictly financial, apparently. something that tommy would normally visit london for - but london hasn’t been a safe place for tom for a while, now. she walks in looking more tired than anything else.

you go to hold her, to press your lips against her cheek and ask her how she is, but she stops you at arm’s length.

‘fucking hell, what happened to your lip?’

the story is so well-rehearsed, so fine tuned, that you let the room tell it for you. scud, mostly, esme chiming in to laugh about your clumsiness. you smile self-deprecatingly and shrug at ada. she shakes her head, draws you in and hugs you hello, but her face is fixed in an expression that unsettles you.

your small mercy is that she hates being here, and wants to keep her visits short. it’s when she’s leaving tommy’s office and collecting her things that the door clatters open and arthur walks in with a cry of ‘ada!’

at the sudden, thunderous noise your heart rises into your throat and with a sharp inhale you drop the books you’re carrying. they land askew on the floor, loose papers strewn everywhere. you give a shaky laugh and apologise to no one in particular as you gather them. arthur barely seems to notice as he crosses the shop floor to greet your sister.

you look up in enough time for your stomach to drop as you see ada turn on her heel back into tommy’s office, glancing back at you fleetingly.

‘how long?’

tommy’s eyes are his only tell. the rest of him - the line of his mouth, his shoulders - is sober and businesslike. but the eyes flare. ada stands by his desk, arms folded, worrying her lower lip between her teeth.

‘how long what, tom?’

he glances to ada and then turns his stare back to you, meeting your eye with an unwavering steadiness. he wants you to cave, to back into denial without him ever having to say it. you stare back, feigning confusion.

‘oh, for fuck’s sake,’ ada fumes. ‘how long has he been hitting you?’ there’s a righteous anger about her, but also a worry that splits it down the middle.

you scoff. ‘if you’re talking about my lip, i told you -’

‘out there, the way you jumped when arthur surprised you,’ ada says. ‘we are from the same family, you know. you used to be impossible to frighten.’

you think of being six, nine, thirteen. of your brothers - john, mostly - hiding behind doorways and in closets in their endless mission to shock you. they would have tired of it quicker if it hadn’t been for your reaction. you would turn flatly, without even a whisper of a scream, and box the offending sibling around the ear if they weren’t fast enough. it became a game, a competition, to make you lose your nerve. funny that, years later, nick finally won.

your silence has given you away. tommy silently opens a drawer in his desk and takes from it a knife, small, pearly-handled. nearly feminine. you wonder if it’s something of polly’s.

‘part of me wants to wait for him in his house and slice him open,’ he says simply. ada makes a slight noise of agreement. ‘but this is yours. he touches you one more time, you bury it in him.’

the silence in the room, tommy holding the knife by the blade, outstretched towards you - it all seems to make time waver. you wonder why he hasn’t already killed nick, on suspicion. perhaps something in him wants to believe your stories. you think of the two of them, seventeen, laughing. he was the one who introduced you to nick, who tacitly approved your engagement in lieu of your father. you sense, in tom, a difficulty in reconciling the nick that came home from war with the nick he knew. there’s an irony in that.

you sleep with the knife for a week. you touch it, sometimes, the cold handle and sharp reassurance of the blade. but, more than a comfort, it’s a reminder that you’ll never really bring yourself to use it. a reminder that the war changed the blood that runs through tommy’s veins, same as it changed nick’s, and left yours with a weakness.

it’s polly you collapse into. you tell her when she returns. tell her everything, like a bloodletting. your ribs smarting from last night’s beating and the tender spot where the knife is tucked into your belt, pressing against them. she simply listens, silent behind her desk, raises an eyebrow when you pull your skirts up and show her a boot-sized swell of bruise on your thigh.

‘but i can’t do it, pol. i can’t be the one,’ you tell her. your face is hot with tears, your nose running. she hasn’t seen you this way since you were eleven. ‘he’s - i think about the man he used to be, and i - he’s made me weak. he’s made me so fucking weak.’ the last syllables choked out in sobs.

that’s when polly quiets you, drawing a deep breath. ‘weak, no. enduring this for so fucking long - it’s certainly something. but not weak.’ her voice is less terse when she speaks again. ‘i would say i don’t know why you didn’t leave him earlier, but i do.’

you wipe your face on your sleeve. you’re not quite sure what to say, so you thank her. she smiles grimly.

‘i hope you know that when you leave this room, i’m making a few calls.’

you nod with a sniff. you didn’t expect anything less. it was part of both the fear and the desperation to tell her. as you turn to leave the room, she calls your name.

‘stay at mine for a little while, love.’

two days pass, and then thomas presses a set of keys into your hand one morning as you enter the shop. you meet his eyes. you want to ask, and you don’t.

‘this one’s the front door,’ he says, pointing to the largest key. ‘there’s the bedroom, and that’s the pantry.’

you nod, closing your fist around the keys. he stays silent for a moment, and then places a hand on your shoulder.

‘i’m sorry.’

‘thank you, tom,’ you say, and you mean it. for what he’s done, and for the apology. for the house, which he’s pulled out of god knows where.

he clears his throat. ‘i can drive you to the new house, if you like. show you where it is.’

you consider saying no, not yet. almost ask him to take you to the old house, a skeleton of a thing now, empty of the horrible pulse of your relationship that made it a comfort and a prison. but you know that this is rare for tom. that he might be feeling the same as you, confused and freed and grieving all at once.

‘that’s a good idea, tom. cheers.’

you fish into his pocket to pinch a cigarette on the way out, and he elbows you gently, and you laugh. a real laugh.

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So a few months ago, I came across a list of some unlisted and deleted D+P videos and decided that for my own personal interest as well as some others’ perhaps, I might take some notes. Though I initially tried to keep my personal opinion out, I️ eventually gave in So if you’re interested- here it is! Unlisted/Blocked Video Notes Phil- 79 Dan- 36 3 videos a day average 23 a week AT LEAST 2005 38 uses for a cushtie Feb 7 P- 18 D-13 • Never uploaded to YouTube • Mother in kitchen • Hedgehog and lion (not the) on bed • Buffy cutout • Cream corner couch • In childhood home • Unknown ‘girlfriend’ • Dad at computer • W/ four friends. Guy and three girls. • Girl w/ pixie cut • Girl with eyeliner • White Calvin Kline underwear • Girl w/ eyeliner again • Turtle? • Guitar red • Another unknown girl • Another unknown girl • Unknown guy • At some sort of pool? 2006 Awaiting the Tide Feb ?? P-19 D-14 • First vid uploaded? • Beach setting • Black hair/short/spiked • Plays Micheal • Mellisa • Louise • Argue over Phil • Terrible acting • “Sorry girls I’ve chosen Daniel” • Licks horse?kangroo? (Donkey) • Blue walls/living room? • Blue carpet • In Phil’s childhood home living room • April Harper • Victoria Maclean The game- a short horror film set in future March 12 P-19 D-14 • Described in Tatinof • Hair getting longer • In Phil’s uni room • Picture wall • Kill bill above Phil’s bed • Lesbian couple • White Levi’s shirt • Door has bathroom like handle • Rooms numbered • Door to left of entry hall, then switch back staircase • They all come out of this door, maybe this was Phil’s room? • Other door on left between Phil’s door and staircase • Shower labels • Shower room separate from sink (to left) • Downstairs door? • At least three levels • Sink on second level across from stairs to right is shower • Two doors? To right of shower on wall • Three girls and four boys? (Including Phil) • Entry hall has at least two doors on left and at least one on right • Third level- two doors on left • Door across from stairs leads to bath (room) and closet? • First door on left third floor is bedroom • Kitchen is on first floor opens up to other area with lots of doors? Concrete floor • Fiona Sheldon- one of two lesbian couple, dark brown, long dark brown hair, brown eyes? • Pete tannion. Thin glasses, slight under chin beard. Thick eyebrows. Light brunet • Cat Lofthouse. Little bigger, shoulder length mid brunette hair • Rob Davies. Mid brown hair, half bowel ish hair, thick ish glasses • Tessa Blake. Other lesbian. Short dark brunette hair • Andy Day. Played killer. Really spikey hair brunette. • Andy helped Phil write it My first videos Aug 13 P- 19 D-15 • Complication • Someone taking shots? • Kitchen • Four girls in their house living room- big tv, white flap curtains, dark green walls? • Two walking outside by fence • Unidentifiable song • Other room w/ computer in corner • Karrina and Phil • Pool • Mum/ family at Grand Canyon • Australia • Martyn! • More shots • Australia • Kangaroo • Laughing with Ella in house bedroom Kerrina visits my House Sept 21 P- 19 D-15 • In Phil’s childhood home • Orange Jacket • Black hair getting longer • Starts in oranger and yellow striped room with multicoloured bedspread • Fancy glass and wood front door • Grey car out front • Kerrina dirty blonde with over shoulder length hair • Yellow armchairs in living room (2) facing tv • Yellow couch to left, facing wall • Blue pool table behead a chair • Phil can juggle (sorta) • Playing bubble bobble • Phil bossy with game • Jeremy Kile show • Old phone flip phone • Finding ringtone • It’s a lion • HUGE backyard? • Fenced in by orange wall? • FUCKING PALM TREES ON RIGHT • stone walkways in fountain?? • Door covered in pictures • American flag on ceiling • Looking out at backyard from room • Window across from door Strange Dreams (Episodes 1-5) 18 Nov P-19 D-15 • ‘The mystery lion’ • Rapid voices • Almost bald? Guy in glasses/ black winter clothes • Phil has long hair • In green shirt • Steve the giraffe • In Phil’s childhood home • In bedroom • Buffy stickers in door • ‘The journey’ • Phil in hoodie • Room change • ‘Wake up’ • In bathroom • Wooden door • Old camera • Coming up stairs into hall • Into multicoloured bed room • Ian? • ‘Dreaming’ • ‘Man from future’ • Glass room W/ houseplants plants • Me and Anja Test My Camera Dec 27 P-19 D-15 • Phil likely visiting family on Christmas vacation • Filmed Christmas Day • Hair not nit to shoulder • Bw striped shirt+ black jacket • Hold wall • Anja- hair lot like Phil’s- Black, fringed • Window from Pinof! (Crappy church window) • Camel • Definitely in Phil’s house • In hall • Simon the camel • Photo with door to left of window in hall • Pressable screen?!? Omg! • Weather in 1242 haha • “Very welcome...Phil and Anja are going to shout happy Christmas now” “child” omg Phil’s mum calling him child I love her • To Alex • Barking at you? • Bye • Going to play board game now, rapido 2007 Car Journey to Leeds Feb 4 P-20 D-15 • New Year’s Eve • Dark hair, styled shorter • Mark is driving • Dark b hair, bowel ish cut • Raining • Emily is back left- shoulder length straight platinum blonde, somewhat round face • Victoria is back right- wavy brown hair thicker eyebrows. From awaiting the Tide videos • “Hello Philip” • Emily Resolutions “eat less crap do more exercise get with less dickheads” • Mark- “your grandchildren are going to see that Emily” • Phil says Emily and Victoria going to kiss • At midnight • Now! • No • We’ll have you having sex on the back of the ** in no time • Mark roar like a lion • Emily’s going to kiss Phil • YESS! • Wait no I’m going to change that • Phil in green tee shirt • They do little kiss • Highest motorway in world • Yesterday is calling me Big Ben strikes 12 Mar 1 P- 20 D-15 • In front of Big Ben on corner of road going towards it and road going past it • In London • It’s 12 • Slightly longer hair • White shirt with black stripes on sleeves • Freind with glasses who looks like mr sersion • Ian? • Maybe Pete Tannion his roommate? Awaiting the Tide 2 Mar 1 P-20 D-15 • Michael- Phil • In yellow diagonal stripe tee • Hair covering neck • Melissa and Louise • Episode two return to the beach • Pans over flower bed • In orange stripe room • Palm tree • Has sunglasses folded in shirt neck • Singing along to perfect day? • Outside house? • In glass greenhouse thing • Tv in there • Redish wood house • No it’s Phil’s fence • Filmed at Phil’s house • Louise has dog grey? Biggish lion, turtle?, and rabbit? Stuffed animals • Wearing old reindeer antlers Phil had on facebook profile • Sitting with Melissa in living room? With dark wooden doors? And green couches and curtains • Hold hands and skip • Fancy place with hill overlook, pillar like fence, Roman • At top of Phil’s yard- upward hill to right • Old lady? His grandma? • Care home?? • Room with yellow bed sheets • Fake gun • In yellow sitting room- not Phil’s house? • “I care about Micheal so much but now he’s with Daniel” lol • Haha terrible acting • To be continued • April Harper • Victoria Maclean- went to Leeds • • Phil’s Video Blog- 18th March 2007 Mar 18 P-20 D-15 • Hair almost brownish? Maybe camera • Green green hoodie • I’m back at home now • Thanks for all the giraffe names • Cuts to pic with Phil and giraffe (at uni) • Prize is amazing • His pet goldfish Nemo- covered in black splotches • Laying in tank • People kept saying it’s going to snow • Just a bit of snowflakes • Have to get on plane on Tuesday • Anxious • Sick of winter weather • Going to Florida • Mother’s Day • 1 year since first vlog • Lol bad editting • Haven’t changed much • Videos too long • Gets animal- lion • Grandma visited- shows her • Welsh in her head- doesn’t know it • V old • Gives thumbs up 10/10 grandma • Martyn visits • In glass room • VC? What it means • It snows!!! • Grandma there next day • Wow pics of subscribers • Have a great waster • • Florida One- Intro and Gatorland Apr 7 P-20 D-15 • Brownish hair • Down to neck • L blue shirt • Arrived in Florida- at house • V white • Shows street • Looks like typical neighborhood but nice and with palm trees • Shows house • Not one in 2017- only one floor • White Mini Cooper??? • Ian has come on holiday with us • Short short brown hair, thin glasses • Lake behind house • Mum and Dad! • At Gatorland • At squirrel paths • The sun is too hot Florida Two- More Gatorland Apr 8 P-20 D-15 • Same day • “Yes!” With Mom • Shows Dad and Mom lots • Steve Jenny Sarah susa • Feeds llama • Ian scared • At show Florida Three- Horror Movie Trailer Apr 8 P-20 D-15 • New day • Phil in Forrest green tee • We’re going exploring • In cap, Gatorland? • Orange yellow sunglasses • With Ian • Only? • Wading through Forrest and falling • ‘The trees have ears’ • “Probably gonna die out here” Florida Four-Old town, hair dye, strange dream Apr 9 P-20 D-15 • Old town is amusement park • Ferris wheel opening shot • Sky dive? • Red truck parade? • Hula dancer • At gift shop • Someone thrown from bull ride • Ride like wimpy kid movie • Rocky on tv • Pointing camera in mirror • Yellow tee with Florida • Baseball cap • Ian walks in- dared to dye his hair blonde • Black and white filter-blogs about dream • Checks himself out in camera hello • In my garden having picnic- room was glowing, ran over my video camera (he’s vlogging with) started to melt ran over- room started shaking big flash of light “oh god I’m going to die” then woke up in strange room got dragged out by man and Phil had red tattoo on arm. Man told him to get in line getting scanned green or red- shooting red people. Phil got green- he’s troop leader, got star. Blackness out window. In lecture room “welcome to new age of humanity” realest dream • Wants to go back • Sounds like Dan lol • Ian is ginger-y • Phil put in text it was ginger • Little giggle Alligator eats raccoon Apr 10 P-20 D-15 • Unlisted • Same yellow shirt? • Brownish long hair • Alligator in our garden- Liam • Jumped out of lake and ripped raccoon in half • Birds watching • In Florida House • Alligator flinging raccoon • Probably unlisted for violence Florida Five- Disney Mouse Ears April 10 P-20 D-15 • First shot in car • Orange tee shirt • Making faces • Drive through Disney gate • “Disney World” • Zooms on Ian • Walking to Epcot with parents and Ian in front of him • Orange shirt says dp haha my emotions • “I’ve put on this orange T-shirt to distract people from Ian’s hair” aww he’s so cute • “Cheers Phil” • The Seas with Nemo and Friends • Caption says ‘worst ride EVER’ aw :( • Ian says his experience is rubbish • In space ride? • ‘We got bored of America’ ‘so we went to Japan’ • Watching drum show • Koi pound • Phil in wizard hat • Ian in bob Marley Mickey ears • Phil in hatter hat • Ian in pirate hat • Phil in... spider hat??? • Mom in Minnie ears and Dad on top hat w/ ears lean in together • Holy cow all these hats • Finally settled on pirate • “We’ve become a family of mice” • “Are you filming?” “Yes” “ask me something” “phil?” “Yes?” “Do a micky Mouse impression • Idk what he says • ‘Oh my god’ • Wearing swim shorts • Attacking elephant statue • Meal of salt • Ian try’s to cut it • Fireworks display • Over lake??? • Showing obscure stuffed toys • Dinner noises in back Florida six- who is right?! April 11 P-20 D-15 • In green striped polo • Tan wall • Sitting in bed? • No hands so must be on tripod • Hi • Me and Ian didn’t agree on a lot of things on holiday- let us know who’s right • Mouths I’m right • This room really echos • What is size of platepus • Phil thinks it’s smaller • Different shirts • Phil green with star • Penguins (emperor) Ian-4 ft Phil-1ft • ‘I saw Davey ***?” ???? • Most haunted real? • Phil thinks fake • Phil likes Ian’s hair- Ian doesn’t • Phil’s shoes • Don’t even bring the shoes up • Ian hates them • “The best shoe ever” • Other than that we’ve got on this holiday • Phil punches Ian The tornado and the Comic Book April 30 P-20 D-15 • Opening shot of tornado white in yard • Just looks like dust • Sunny day • In a car • With Ian • Lol his blonde hair • Him and Ian making animal noise in car • Green and white baseball cap with diamond? • Wow I️ didn’t even notice how light his hair has gotten WOW • Written on paper “Ian is a liar you don’t need a gun to kill him” in all caps • Phil slashs paper across his neck • Denny’s • Orange world pass by • Celebration Ave • Driving • “I️ was the only survivor of the tornado encounter” • Tells Ian he’s supposed to be dead • “Sell my body to strangers on the street to make a living and maybe eat the occasional pigeon” • “This is my final broadcast, goodbye everyone it’s been fun” • 1974-1948-1963 • First bomb has hit New York • “Drive Sebastian DRIVE” @ his Dad Phil’s wilding lol • Rorr • Phil’s Dad says something • Someone’s being arrested lol • Steven Speilburg is on a cloud • “Give me your money or dragon will die” • ‘Dad told me to calm down’ written on screen wow it’s so weird to think of Phil as teen • Boring tv • Bites lip • About maths • Parents talking indisctiily • He gets it wrong and everyone laughs • His mom suggests two times table • I️ love his mom • • Alternative Muse Trailer- MEWS Sept 15 P-20 D-16 • Starts w toys • Narrator? Professional • “Coming soon the amazing new album from MEWS • Meowing Muse songs • Sounds kind Phil • Cuts to Phil and Ian in his bedroom meowing and laughing • Phil’s hair is p black again • Phil laughed • They kept laughing • “C’mon, meow- seriously” • There’s literally Buffy everywhere Phil is the real stalker here • Weird ceiling pattern • At home Christmas Monkey December 23 P-20 D-16 • Four people • Phil- hair black and shoulder length • Ian??? Or Pete • Girl in red with long aburn hair cat??? • Guy with duty blonde buzz cut • Ian in antlers • One word stories about monkey • “And-the-monkey-lived-happily-ever-dead” • Probs in dorm 2008 Coin of Destiny Jan 9 P-20 D-16 • Still stock cabin image with title written • Blonde guy??? • Holding duck • Knock at door • Pete comes in • “Hi Jake, tommy” • At dorm??? • In room ugh light blue walls and pool table and jaws poster • Nvm it’s Phil’s house • Coin- endless fortune or pain • Tosses it • At Phil’s house • Phil and someone??? • Stroking things plus noises • Welcome to year 3000 • Heads • “Lucky child” lol • Other guy on hall floor? • Idk him???? Latino looking • In tan room • Ian saves Jake • At gate of destiny • Blonde girl (don’t know???) • Welcome to the gate of eternal destiny • His hair is so long fml • Guy shows up to kill girl Ian saves her • Ben Dawson as Jake • Emily pepperday as gatekeeper • Mark hesketh • Stephan claxon • Danish Mahmood • Filmed at 3 am aww my B.B. • “I️ love you guys” I️ love you Phil Prague #1- Arrival Jan 13 P-20 D-16 • Opens on empty train platform outside • Three guys (or girl one w/ long hair) • “We’re just waiting for the train everyone’s a bit bored” • One guy is doing this dance thing and jumps into the other’s arms • Hangs down • Starts doing sit ups and makes a kissy noise • Guy hold him pretends to slap his face • Jumpcut to room • Guy w/ black long hair dancing • Steven • Omg Phil’s hair is down to shoulders • Pretty black • Wearing blue hoodie • Room is small • “Got our own bathroom so no sharing with scary men” • Likes painting on wall (rose) • Phil bonded with Andy on the plane • Ian • Little quiz for people at home • Andy or Phil? They are facing back • Andy is one w/ long black hair • Lion hate • Ian reading paradise bar card • Sexy women on it • Private dance, go go dance, lap dance • Whistle • Maybe he’ll visit Tomorrow • Describes day • Phil didn’t like English pub at first • Angie made the lion hat • Steven posed naked with lion hat over his crotch • Shows actual picture • Andys in bed Ian’s asleep • Slow mo jump • Everyone has own twin bed Prague #2- Exploring Jan 13 P-20 D-16 • Opens on town/city • We’re in old town square • Gothic towers • Really big Christmas tree • Astronomical clock • ‘Anticlimax’ in text as clock goes off • Going to top of tower • Phil looks like snape with a tan scarf lol • View from top • Tower has the highest suicide rate in Europe • Phil runs up to camera and says fascinating • Steven sniffing maniquen • Zoo on her head • Wow so pretty • Soldiers • Do a little skip • Harry and Hermione good graphite drawings from ootp • Picture slideshow • Show with clown dude 20 Days Mar 8 P-21 D-16 • Text ‘20 Days’ • Sped up • Math socks • Hair v long and black • Got to write 1000 words in 24 hours • Opens textbook and flops his face into it • At college? • Has hiccups • Someone films him flipping pancake • Shirts keep changing • Feather woman • Going in car wash at night • Hanging upside down • Had little blue haired figure ‘I don’t want to write another 2000 words’ • Matching couple going down stairs • Fiona- brown hair with bangs • And Seth • We’re going shopping together • Ill • W coffee • Lion • Outside in fenced in • Wow 20 Days went by fast • I️ think I️ need to start appreciating each day • What are you doing today? • Maybe..you should.. do something memorable • =] Zac Efron for President April 9 P-21 D-16 • Hello • Sea blue shirt • Weather channel saw his last video • Give us sunshine again • Andrew somethings video • He got jones soda • I’m unidentified place with white • It’s can • Angry • He’s in Florida • New tshirt • Went shopping during rain • Got matchy watch • A lizard climbed the tree outside didn’t film it • Badgeline • Zac efron for president • On button • Sea monkeys Katie sent • Ling ling painted lion • Wow this vid is so cringe lol AmericanPhil April 15 P-21 D-16 • Phil is doing American accent • Watching baseball and drinking Gatorade • Holy cow it sounds so weird • Oh it’s another dude speaking • I️ think? • Totally awesome The sliver button May 3 P-21 D-16 • I️n Florida still • Duvet in background • Shiny button on house plant • Somethings coming • Has scarf on head • Change in dimension • Black white now • 1000s of people all watching • I️ can see your eyes you’re all staring right back at me • Sock puppet • Not again • On flip phone • No orange button • Stop watching video • Fake crying • Selfish people • Sock eats him • Never be able to understand what you’ve just done • Entered vid in competition • *competitiom cancelled Sock perfection May 8 P-21 D-16 • Still in Florida • So excited • Are you ready for something exciting • Shoe sock • He’s so happy omg • Red striped shirt Stuff #3 May 25 P-21 D-16 • Text- ‘there was a folder on my computer called ‘stuff 3’ it contained 15 videos and one song’ • I️ challenged myself to make a montage in 10 minutes • Girl saying hello Philip and something about a flip • Dark blue room with guy in red sweatshirt walking away • Anja roaring • Someone in glassed in pool • Phil’s mum is filming • ‘It’s a video’ • Aw she’s so cute • Looks like pool from 2017 Florida trip with dan • They stay in same house! • Red sweatshirt guy ‘You’re editing this film not me’ • Phil in purple tee in front of bushes • Clip of Phil wearing watch • Family • At his dorm with Christmas tree • Clip of guy? • His giant Backyard • City? • I️ am sat on the floor DANGER! June 20 P-21 D-17 • Essay- got a 53% • Upset • Fiona’s Birthday- video • Ben’s Birthday • Booked place with sauna and stuff- recommends • Messy room- dorm?? • Hair is lots shorter • Slightly lighter? • Sped up footage of party • Shot glasses?!? • Girl and at least three guys • Standing in a kitchen • Singing happy birthday • Two girls- four guys • (5?) • Phil likes house • People playing twister • Swimming pool • Ping pong and pool table • Three people dancing on balcony • Girl squished her boobs • In swimsuit • The happening- thought it was going to be really cool • Didn’t like it too much- awkward • Nobody talks like that • Pops pink balloon with hands • Fake cries • Mom is from north- Dad from down south • Mix of two • *accents • Does north accent Curious Mico Aug 10 P-21 D-17 • Hair getting longer • Blue shirt • Orange and wears a tie question time with Mico • Has red guitar • Real? • I’m his brother’s room at moment • Martyn- sure he’s been in one of my videos before • Pic of martyn skateboarding • Weirdest thing in room- loud koala alarm clock • He has new has • Bell- rang it in shop and got shouted at • At the moment really likes mire cats • And polar bears • Marks cat • Cute laugh • 4 In morning about to go to bed • Look down and he stepping on Mouse • Cats are vicious killers • Superstition bc Mom • Fingernails, shoes • Don’t say “I️ hope you die on your birthday” • Makes weird noises • And it noises people • Footage breaks down • “Rest in peace Mico” Dude, an amazing forest hurricane! Oct 5 P-21 D-17 • Other people • Wearing shirt from profile omg first one I️ recognized • Three people- two guys and girl- all long brown hair • Zebra • “We call a zeebra a zebra” “REALLY?””Yes, you were wrong” • Holy cow the girl looks/sounds kinda like Cat (caterific) • Central Park • Doing story • Umbrella • We’re in New York • In band • John • Space exhibition- which was boring • Snacks- discussing biscuits • Abbry • Nvm two girls • At natures museum • It’s a squirrel pig • Re: The BEST advice Oct 27 P-21 D-17 • Close up on face • Purple shirt • ‘Hi andrew’ • ‘My name’s Phil, I’m from England’ • We say the word like this • SORRY • Growls 2009 AmazingPhil Big Brother Audition Jan 13 P-21 D-17 • At home- in his bedroom • Wearing cat whiskers • Omg • Hi- meow • My name’s Phil I’m a boy and I️ make video diaries on YouTube • Jumpcut to lobster • Bare chested- towel tied around shoulders • I’ll join the gym at university • “And then I’ll be irresistible” • God he’s hot • Christmas vacation • Feels need to tone myself • Used to talking into camera • Likes lions • Like these shoes • Like these boxers- musical note ones (Dan has worn them fml) • Doesn’t want to be put with annoying famous people • “So please pick me” • “And I️ will give you a kiss on the face” SNOW April 29 P-22 D-17 • Snow filter • Animals noises • Red shirt • Just making faces ☠️ April 30 P- 22 D-17 • Purple ish footer • Amazing eyes • I️ can hear a noise • I️ can hear someone coming closer and closer to my room • Filter switches • Puts string in mouth • Screams with beep • Pretends to die Bradley Sept 22 P- 22 D-18 • Been really long time since video • Doing American accent • Get naked • BW shirtless jumpcut • Lessamazingphil everyday • Went to wales • Thought he was was going to get serial killered • They were driving • Moving ball of fluff • With friends • Badger • Never seen badger • Badger through itself in front of car • Killed it • Haunted by badger and ferret • Bought glasses today • Called Seth • Checker shirt change • Actually blind • Bradley gave eyetest • Eyelid rape • American cup • Lol it’s a yellow solo cup • Going back to Florida in April • Parents want to get house there • Used to this face • Twice a year in flordia • Writes “a really freaky woman has moved in” • “Hello, I️ will be here for two weeks” • Writes- ‘she keeps her butter in the cupboard • Moving out on Wednesday • Moving back to Manchester forever • So he’s still at uni rn • Going to become a man • Love you all a lot • Battery died • Lion and lioness • Green grapes Flashing Images Sept 25 P-22 D-19 • Text ‘this video contains flashing imagines’ • Flashing images set to music • Most seemed to be filmed at his home • Guy walking down street • Cards • Calculator • Notebook • Buffy on tv • Inverted colors • Pill • 8 ball • Young Phil? • Screen splits several times • Hands with oilers, hourglass, smashing, knife • All footage is ten years old OHHH (1999) I️ like fire and petrol Nov 5 POST 10/19/09!!! P-22 D-23 • In room at house • Got hit by firework as child • Stupid friend called Katie • Picked up unused fireworks and put them in fire • Afraid of fireworks now • Love smell of bonfires • Weird • Aftershave would wear • Fireworks and scooters direct- shop in his town • Now we can ride the scooter to the fireworks display • Back roll OMG • Got purple face mask in P.O. box • Thanks • House made weird noise • Mattress on side?? • American candy- livesavers • Smell • Mickey Mouse boxers • Medium so rly big • Parents said if you don’t have job by November kicking you into the street • Actually just advised him • Haven’t done • Not sure what he’ll be • Brain heart surgeon • Physic? • Now kiss me • Vet • Tatoo artist (only face whiskers) • Lion tamer • Long tongue • History folder- doodles • Didn’t care for history • The final quack • Apartment red filming in Ireland • Woman at airport made him cry • Lioness is pregnant • ‘But you only licked my chin’ • The were on laptop keyboard • W/ Stephan • Apple computer • Set • Wearing suit w/ purple tie • Fake cuts off head • HICKEY on his left between shoulders and neck • Dan was last with him nov 1 • 5-10 Days ago Dreams of the future Nov 22 P-22 D-18 • Meows • Sorry I️ haven’t been around much • Hair down to ears • Wearing jacket he wore for Halloween • Life has been crazy • Cutest face now • Entered video into contest • Dan’s in the competition • Cut to Pinof • Dan saying ‘should I️ have a sex change’ • After you vote for me pleaseeee could you vote for him as well? • Cleans screen • Double screen • Takes photo • Idk if I️ told you but you look really beautiful today • Talk to past • 2047 • Dino dream • We all sleep in xxx chambers • Robots everywhere • When I️ like something it makes me do this *shirt sparkles* • Blue polo ish shirt btw • Not actually human • Show you inside of my head • Cut to flashing images video • Gives me ability to travel trough time • Red- he’s not who he says he I️s • Colors invert • Music kicks in • Travel into past and warn you • I️ have been on this planet for thousands of years • 2047 • Red shirt (with sharpie streaks) no shirt • He has your soul now • I️ warned you to stop watching • End of our story • Like dreams not all stories have a happy ending • Wraps up glove in Black • Going to return to my mind now • I️ want to wake up • His eye Captain stress relief December 5 P-22 D-18 • Stop motion w/ lion • For giffgaff • Mobile network • 18th time filming • Lion hasn’t been talking to him • Guy in bubble wrap • Captain stress relief • Have a cheeky pop and relax • Popping medley • I️ don’t see this as a job I️ see this as my life • At Phil’s house • So high up • Wearing cat sweatshirt/jacket • Another dude in phils living room Have a bear exam coming up • Mom • I’m so stressed with all this cooking • In kitchen • Giffgaff to hire (V DAY VIDEO- FEB 13- P-23 D-18) My fish died :( Mar 1 P-23 D-18 • Bed made • SAME SHIRT AS VDAY • SAYS ARFF OK YHEN • jackienchan • Dad displayed fish body outside conservatory window • We need to mourn him Phillip • 100,000 subscribers • Self conscious • Clip of HI IAM PHIL WELCUM TO MAH FIRST VIDEO BLOG • shudders • Imagine if you all were in the room with me • We’d probably die • Didn’t know peeps • Karen sent him peeps • Christmas trees • Very sugary • Very nice • 6 1/2/ 7 • He and dan tried making American pancakes • Cut to clip of them • Clip of it snowing • In orange room now • Today’s draw Phil Naked • Him riding a cow in space • Mating call of camel • ‘Hey do you want to head up to the bedroom..’ • Prize time • My soul • Boxers • He and Dan semi finalist • In video contest • Halloween’s mirror self of them OHai Mar 30 P-23 D-18 • Purple graphic tee • Cat whiskers • Close to camera • In bedroom • Haven’t made video here since Christmas • Say hello • Going on boat tomorrow to Isle of Man • Isn’t most exciting place • Buy ds and Pokemon to play • Hasn’t played Pokemon since Pokemon Silver • Asleep and kept hearing door bell in dream • Actual doorbell • Ran downstairs • Was excited for big package • Pokemon platinum • Game is small compared to old box • Can’t play bc no ds • Plays with slinky • Thanks everyone who helped by watching captain stress relief • But DANIEL • (Danisnotonfire) • He’s in Twitter part of contest • Help dan out • Giving away crazy prizes • Yawn • Going to bed at odd times • Doesn’t know how he coped when he went to Australia • Do you like these videos? • I️ will appear in your bedroom BOAT APOCALYPSE Apr 14 P-23 D-18 • In room but sitting at Pinof angle • Back from Isle of Man • Black polo • Hope the Easter bunny was kind • Never want to see white choclate ever again • ‘It’s your favorite’ • Had couple of Easter eggs before going on boat • People suck everywhere • Didn’t throw up • Dana gave him Easter egg • Real bird egg filled with chocolate • Looking at apartments in Manchester • Want to get one with really high skyscraper • Pretend everything is mine • Creepy guy breathing in his ear on bus • Don’t like people breathing in his ear • Got red photo camera • Penguin mating call • Ds arrived • Shows other side of his room • Big lion on chair • Draw Phil Naked • Him on a unicorn • Starts singing always I️ want to be with you • Apartment red • He and Steven • Lion family Swine Flu May 6 P-23 D-18 • V day shirt • Not in room • Feel like you and me should be pillow fighting in slow motion in our underwear • Thatd be hot • Tried to make video outside • Think he’s in Florida • Mosquito down his shirt • In geeze? Bottom corner of Florida • 8 hours to get there • Only eating trail mix • Too sacred to go into sea- idk why I️ developed sea phobia • Snake or alligator • Sea panther lurking • Bought grow your own aquarium • Only thing I️ shop that not shell • Shell jigsaw • Hammock jumpcut • He has swine flu • Guy with green t shirt on plane coughed • It’s been 3 weeks • Got sonic boxers • Fish in house • Pinof 2 • Own tv show on apartment red PRIZES July 8 P-23 D- 18 • Crawling forward on bed • Lion tee shirt • Patch beard • Facial hair grows weirdly • Nvm not lion shirt but black • So this video is about PRIZES • We the Kings day in the life • Announcing winners • Sending postcards to address • Permission to scrape out his eyeballs • Phil I️D.C. About contest • Something exciting in September • Clip on repeat EEE • Only good things can come out of a Moomin box Viewer Mail! Louder! Aug 30 P-23 D- 19 (As I️t is exactly same as listed video, no notes) SUPERNOTE 2010 Oct 4 P-23 D- 19 • Omg Dan is here • In new apartment • On black couch in front of microwave • Dan wearing red sweatpants and has bracelets • Phil in blue polo and black jeans? • Readyness face • Making mouth movements at each other • Big breath in • Dan counts down on fingers • Singing notes • Contest • Dan has v relaxed face • He lasts 42 seconds • Phil lasts 52 • D “holy crap what the fuck, freak” • Dan makes squawk noise • Wave goodbye • Dan starts again and Phil shoved his face • Screams in Phil’s ear • Dan and Phil get down! Oct 30 P-23 D- 19 • Dan fake playing video game • Phil sitting behind him • Dan wearing twilight shirt • Phil in yellow shirt • I️ heard if you say this thing 3 times into a mirror something scary happens • Dan replies sarcastically ‘ooh what is that then?’ • Bleeding llama dance party • No summos ancient Japanese wolf demon • Please it’s Halloween • Phil groans and gets up and goes to bathroom • Starts to say I️t • “Phil no think about this for a moment” • Scary imagines flash • Dan and Phil standing in front of balcony doors • Dan is taller than Phil omg • Stop motion • Dancing • Cycle • Phil eventually puts on wolf mask and mauls dan • Runs to camera • Happy Halloween • End screen 2011 Has WINNERS Mar 5 P-24 D- 19 • Dan and Phil • Terrible sound • In new apartment • Phil in red tee Dan in grey sweater and llama hat • Half full Ribena in back • Co judge: dan... the llama • Emotional piano music • All so good • I️ wish I️ was creative • D- so was I️ • Rachel triops queen and three year old daughter • Dan thinks they’re gross Phil likes them • Bonus chance for Simon • Dan does little swaying dance • Runners up • Dan will make sure Phil contacts people • Salad fingers character • But good • Dan likes text • Girl we met my chemical romance • With pink hair • Dan rolls eyes at Phil giving career advice • Jumpcut after dan plays with balls • 7 evil ex’s- dan is Ramon of flowers??? • Dan rawring at Phil • Dan should be art teacher • Dan says he should be everything teacher • Final fantasy character • Phil grabs Dan’s face when he’s annoyed • Don’t grab my face • ‘Personal bubble’ • Rude • Dan playing with bracelet • Secret unlisted video • Llama head butt • Don’t know how to stop camera Totoro Winners! June 5 P-24 D-19 • Phil wearing purple New York shirt • Dan wearing grey sweater • Terrified dan • Giraffe scared Dan • Not just creativity • Whisk face giraffe • Hard choosing • Goat • Dan scared of giraffes forever • Michael eagle washing machine • All these get small rotor is • Giraffe pocky • Wonder why Phil likes I️t • Hippo ice cream • Phil wants to eat I️t • Mural on side of his house of octo sloth • Dan likes spaghetti panther the best • Sitting on left side of tv • Tv is on • Fair amount of Knick knacks • Unbridge on unicorn • Fair amount of jump cuts • Phil just finished portal • Dan calls for taxi?? • Ultimate winners • Someone calls dan • Hello? Hello? • Jump cut he’s not on phone anymore • Phil loves disturbing • Dan says we a lot • Dan goes to get his taxi • Twerks in camera • Phil says no • Gives rec for vid • Unidentifiable song find I️t Speaking fail Aug 10 P-24 D-20 • He’s going to be doing an official apartment tour on his channel • Over and over • Red button up plaid • In bedroom • Keeps messing up DOG-A-LIKES! Oct 7 P-24 D-20 • Last day before Florida • Dan can’t fit in fride • Heat wave • Dan’s butt after heat wave • What dog is each person • Phil • Dan • Peej • Lion • Charlie • Chris • Idk why I️t made Chris so fat • Phil and Buffy baby • Phil and pikechu baby • Cookies and cream straw • In tv room • Drinks milk • Check out vyou • Clip of Phil eating after camera stopped • Bonus Phil mail 3.5 December 6 P-24 D-20 • In bedroom on side of bed • Lots of stuff • Camera and IMovie lost his footage • Red shirt • Jade sent him letter with draws (and cat whiskers) • Red panda stamps • Phil can’t wink • Wearing shorts • Heart hands • Timothy get downstairs right now • Going to read story in bed tonight • Likes to read before bed • Pocky • Promises he reads all letters • Final fantasy music? • Thank you for the sexy story as well... • Fake eyelashes maybe for philippa PROJECT FOR AWESOME 2011! somewhereto_ Dec 17 P-24 D-20 • Eating out of advent Callander • Sitting in chair in front of tv • Christmas tree up • Sonic shirt • Juggling polar bears • Walking down street • Omg this is where the cuts where he swears come from • Looks like mike from stranger things lol • Helps find people find space to do things • Draw Phil Naked • Snowed today • Dan saying it’s a blizzard harry in background 2012 LETTERZ Jan 25 P-24 D-20 • Sitting on bed longways • New covers • Jacob mask • Wearing blue orange and white bracelets- silly bands? • Wearing tie • Indigo shirt • Jesus stamps • Watching you since 2009 • I️dead to prank dan • Hide alarm clock in his room- that’s a good one • Working on that • I️ went cross eyed for you I️ love you that much • And now even moar • Red curtain • Now In living room • Sitting at breakfast bar • You should visit Canada someday • Likes the name Hope • Cara lee is a cool name • Wearing lion hat • ‘I’m sorry don’t stop watching the video because I️ did that’ • 8 years old viewer • WHOLLY SHIT ITS TIFAS THEME • SHITTTTTYTTT • shirt change • Doesn’t like colored pencils FANK YOU Jan 30 P-25 D-20 • Not at home • At parents house? • Grey plaid shirt • Bday thank you • Had a really nice day • Guinea pig • Mom made him cactus garden • Mapless chocolates • Shaver bc his broke and stubble growing • Didn’t know what to ask for for his bday • Sexy socks • Chocolate tasting club • Dad wrote ‘have a nice birthday or ill eat your liver’ • Spiked himself on cactus • Final destination • Go to bed • Should do updates more • Mysterious news AmazingPhil Next Vlogger May 6 P-25 D-20 • Jacob mask • Kill Bill poster above his bed now • My name’s Phil and I’m known as AmazingPhil on YouTube • From Manchester England • Vlogs, comedy sketches, interactive vid, and lions? • Loves interacting with people all across the world the most • In future wants to keep doing what he’s doing • Get better at editting • More interactive • Life vlogging • Juggles apples • Yeah I️ can’t juggle But what’s the catch!? May 23 P-25 D-20 • In another dudes house? • With Alex Day • London • Says London accent • Offers with price • 5 million will you shave off all body hair forever • Phil would for month or year • That’s mental no • Phil would for a billion • Saturday • Lose laugh or read minds • Phil seems flirty • Draw time • Bored on train Phil wrote these QUESTIONS! and a pickled shark Sept 10 P-25 D-21 • London apartment !!! • Side channel vid • Pinof 4 tomorrow filmed • Need questions • Usually uses formspring • In room? • Shark HO HO HO Dec 25 P-25 D-21 • At parents house • Tan room on couch • Take break from eating to wish happy Christmas • Puts on antler • HIS BEDROOM IS TAN • Not couch bed • Tetris alarm clock • At 6:30 when filming • Or is that his alarm??? • Dog puppet • Radio 1 website • 9 pm • Working on show all of December • Interacting on bb1 twitter • Going to eat and go into food coma • Goodbye guys oh dear • DAN IN RELFEVTIOM OF ALARM on computer • Ewatching? • Or Phil’s background 2013 HAIR MODEL! May 7 P-26 D-21 • Deleted • Finally feeling like summer • Mouse situation • Mouse in our house • Mouse cam • Their tv • Time to get cat • Weird woman • Hand first • Would you like to be a hair model • Different hair styles • Nial mask • Homeless guy saying I️ wonder who would win in a fight between you two • Phil wins • Lemon phone case • Jack Howard is avoiding haircut • Asking phone genie • Who in avengers? • C’mon Thor (Phil is so gay for him) • Black widow twins • Mcr in background • Names all Tom • Knows his middle name • Mum uses full name when he’s in trouble • Why is there a dying rabbit on my bed • I️ May tell u about someday • Interrupt this video for announcement • Danni boi jumps in (literally) • You just broke my bed • Radio Show nominated for award • People’s choice • London edition Ditl if they win • Grandma and dog vote • Phil was wearing pj bottoms while Time 2014 Dan and Phil LICK RACE June 16 P-27 D-23 • Sky shirt • Dan in horn hoodie • Usual spam emails • Hello Phil from Oreo • Lick race • Free double stuff Oreos • Nice angle • No teeth just tongue • Need a dispute to settle • Mail button • Phil is heavy sleeper • Ah domestic • Not answer door from more • But wait there’s more • Loser face decorated • Dan takes hello kitty mug • Dan has powerful younger • Phil sliding I️t over tongue • Dan slow powerful licks • Work out • So good at ice lollies now • Dan wins • Dan draws lick off • Sprays Phil’s hair • Ok I’m to go now • Dan licks camera Welcome! Sep 8 P-27 D-23 • White background • Probs in house • Wearing dan and Phil T-shirt’s • Dan in black and Phil in purple • Dan and Phil • Official worldwide dan and Phil shop • Posters • Llama and lion • Stationary sets • Dans ear 7cm long • Please stop that • Up there somewhere • Newsletter • Thanks for supporting • Phil’s heart hurts • Get that checked out • Should we go make some videos • Or eat • Dan laughs at the end god that was awkward Thank you! Sep 8 P-27 D-23 • Same setting as last • Dan- hello valued customers • If you’re watching this means you bought something • Or someone just sent you link • Phil hugs camera • To late now they just should enjoy the embrace • Go before • Super cringe sPOOPy Nov 5 P-27 D-23 • Darkness and flashing • Flashlight • 1D poster • Close up on Nial • Phil ‘rahhh’ • Sitting on toilet probs The Dan and Phil ADVENT CALENDAR Nov 17 P-27 D-23 • In gaming room • Phil in Jake sweatshirt • Dan in black T-shirt • Hello disciples of the Dan and Phil newsletter • No • We’re calling them that it’s my turn • So much worse than buddies • Didn’t know if we were going to do this if not • Hilarious • Phil wanted to • Bigger than looks on camera • Dan has big head • Had chocolate tasting • Strange moaning noises • Photo booth challenge behind each • Chocking on chocolate • Americans don’t have • Another joint • All get a bit fat together • Yayyy CHRISTMAS MERCH!! Dec 5 P-27 D-23 • In Christmas jumpers worn in dirl • Hello Christmas elves • Missed opportunity to say ho ho hello • Live in same • Follow newsletter • Do I️t • Please • Please • Working for long time • Best thing ever made • Calendar • Don’t spoil I️t • Customized dates • Twiiter plans • Pixal t shirt • Phil likes galaxy coat • Dan likes dinosaur • And Phil’s Pizza tshirt • Dan should put I️t on • Dan says not to look • Don’t want you to see my nipples • Phil covers his eyes • Phil sings sexy music • Dan thinks it’s cool • Dan is smiling to much too fake • Wrapping paper • Gift card • Dan doesn’t trust relatives • Put lot of love • Festive make over • Lots of gaming videos • Ho ho ho Phil closes in on camera Christmas one word story game! Dec 17 P-27 D-23 • Sitting on gaming couch • Dan in Santa hat and earrings and black Santa sweater • Phil in reindeer and purplish patterned sweater • Reindeers don’t say ho ho ho • Ahhh • Greetings and ah • Man named Jerome who killed Santa and wore his skin while visiting children • That was terrible idea HAPPY NEW YEAR! Dec 17 P-27 D-23 • Bonus video • In gaming room • Jellyfish tee • Dan in black • Purple Pokemon pillow • Merry eve • Phil what was your favorite thing of 2014 • Meeting Kylie benoge • Hanging out • Amazing video • Australian slang • Worst thing- • Either being stuck on rollercoaster or squirrel • Dan smiling • Best • Nick jonas hug • Body warmth • Worst • Buying leather t shirt • Regrets • Enjoy hanging out with robots and hover cars in future • Both give thumbs up 2015 ZZZZ Jan 28 P-27 D-23 • In gaming room • Door open • In gaming room • Pikacu pillow and green one • Phil in logos shirt • Dan in black tee • Dan does double peace signs in opening • Phil does single wave • That was weird • Dan and Phil sim buddies • Do something for people who have trouble sleeping • We both stay up too late on the internet • Like miles or owls • Bedtime story game • Ahh • Filter • One night in florist land there was a little squirrel called Herbert. Herbert’s face was swollen bc he licked a bee Herbert is sad bc of his face as he won’t be able to ask Susan to prom remember that faces are not important and dogs are loyal • THAT WAS GOING SOMEWHERE • ALL YOU HAD TO SAYIS WHATS INSIDE COUNTS AND YOU SAID DOGS • Dan is wild • Why are you wearing pyjamas • Bc it’s bedtime • Phil walks away • What a disaster • Sorry Ring Ring Roulette 2! Feb 15 P-28 D-23 • In gaming room at an angle • Phil in gray space shirt • Dan in alien shirt • Hello dan and Phil games sims buddies • Awkward • Need to stop that • Randomly call people using • Using our dan and Phil sim • Mailbox you have called not available • Hello? • Is this mainly? • Starts crying • Oh my fuck • Hi this is Dan and Phil • I’m amazed • How long have you watch vids? • *gargled answer • Dan would win in fight to death • Do you have any pets • Cat called salemgaylord something • Dan likes lazy fat cats • Phil would like a unicorn • Give us best unicorn impression • Lovely to speak to you • Thanks for getting out Dan and Phil sim • This has been amazing thank you • Both wave to phone • Dan mirroring Phil THANKS! Mar 2 P-28 D-23 • In gaming room • Poke ball and crash bandicoot pillow • Phil in owl sweater • Dan in black shirt and grey hoodie • Touching • Hello sim buddies • Wanted to make video to say thank you on sim adventure • Controlling our lives- pic of running • Sneaking things into our tweets • Phil tweet- “some days you just feel like a moist diplodocus. Put on a snazzy outfit, go to the zoo and have a feelsposion over a capybara.” • Finally getting Dan to change his icon • Cat whisker and eclipse shirt • Yep that finally happened • Dan found I️t fun • Dan senses you all strange texts • Won’t randomly call you... for now • Phil summerize this entire thing with one noise • Brleee! • Beautiful ^_^ Mar 12 P-28 D-23 • In gaming room at weird angle • Dan in Eye shirt • Phil in some graphic tee (white) • Hello sim buddies • Night (completely dark) • We’re waiting and we’re ready • Sounded creepy • Randomly dialing • Dan had huge ass smile on his face • Not available • Sh sh • LAUREN • Hello? • Um yes • This is Dan and Phil • Oh hi • Answer I️ wanted to hear • Refreshing for like hours • Do you have any pets • Dog called chip • Cross terrier • Do any tricks • Jump cut • Probably a cat • Nothing more exotic? • Bearded dragon not baby dragon • Impression • Phil does impressions • 11/10 • Hello internet • Phil waves at phone again • Lauren was nice • Asking people to do phone impressions isn’t good etiquette • Phil asks Dan to do impression and he does aww |||RRR||| Apr 1 P-28 D-23 • Even weirder angle in gaming room??? • Dan in skull shirt and Phil in red plaid • Hair is flipped ohhhhh • “Are we not going to call them dan and Phil sim buddies this time?” • Sim friends • Mobile isn’t available • On toilet or something • Man’s voice • Is this Chloe • Not your sim • Man’s voice • Unicorn impressing • Barry • Thanks Barry • That wasn’t Chloe... • Nicole • This is Dan and Phil • I’m just sat down • No just sitting • Have a snake • Bella • Hiss • Since 2010 watched videos • The Pinofs are favourites • Happily sitting • She’s so chill • Hello internet • Phil wants a snake • Didn’t wave • Dan in blue dining room chair DAN AND PHIL SHOP ‘END OF SUMMER/CLASS IS STARTING AGAIN AHHH’ COLLECTION Aug 22 P-28 D-24 • Pixal fade in • Crash and flappy bird pillows • Dan in b tee w pocket lion • Phil in mint green lion pocket • Hot new season • End of summer/class is staring again season • Such a long time • Lllama lion t shirt • Rubbing my boob • Text ‘wow it’s like a little trip to 2011’ • Debuted piece of jewelry • Whiskers necklace • Phil wears I️t • Put I️t over face and look like u have whiskers • How amazing is that • Collabed with spiral backpacks • Pixal and Galaxy • Phil will use galaxy • Worked rly hard • Bye • Pixal fade Dan and Phil Merch EXPLOSION 💥 Nov 18 P-28 D-24 • In gaming room • Dan in fringe sweater • Phil in tour t shirt • Flappy bird and crash pillow • Dan’s voice bad bc tour • Attack on Titan Phil sings • Most merch ever • V busy this year • This guy • Dan does dance • Phil wants explosives makes dan edit • Rolls eyes • Didn’t know it’s coming • 2016 Calender • Work Calander • Strippers • January sailors • So sorry • Phil’s fav aug • Fireman • Police is most suggestive • Photos regret • Sweater is by artist • Black tee • Prodigy and 5 secs of summer • Tours on back • Tour tee • New poster • Next chapter • Advent calander • Good chocolate • Festive morphs • Wait for each day • Thanks to Martyn • Newsletter • Hope you’re having a fab day 2016 New Merch! CALENDERS AND SPACE! Nov 18 P-29 D-25 • Both in galaxy merch • Dan sweater • Phil tee • Gaming • Crash pillow and flappy • Boy do we have a thing for you • Sit down • 2017 calander • At movies • Dan likes marvel January • Phil looks better than Chris • That’s bold • If you worked out.. • Phil jumped for hogwarts • Sorry for sherk July • Stare at us all the time • New galaxy merch • Dan likes design • Dark space • No ugly dan and Phil anywhere • Darker back pack • So many secret flaps • Shame is strong • I️ don’t want your head on my boobs • Crime against Christmas • The big C • Snapchat filter dan and Phil • You sneaky lil shits have I️t don’t deny • Horrifying • All out now • It’s cool if you don’t • Newsletter • First spamming in comments section • B b b B.B. bye • — — — — - Dan — — — 2006 Bower’s Castle Highscore B Dec 28 P-19 D-15 • On Dan’s MySpace • In living room • Yellow walls • Red carpet • On May • Fire place • Big old tv in corner • Starts w him walking on mat • Black socks and some sort of black sweatpants • V blurry • Black shirt • Ddr • Looks shorter • Uh let’s see • Ooh • Six misses only six • High score see 2009 Did you order some sex? Nov 3 P-22 D-18 • Wow link was broken • Same angle as hello internet • Tv with drawers • Shirt or something on top • Body bag still hanging from door • Hey everybody • Excited voice • YouTube actually removed for shocking images • Penis 3 ft long flowing blue • Rectal exams are so saintly • Text ARE YOU SRS • rant • New angle • Hair almost looks black • Sitting • Black long sleeve v neck w/ leaves? • Vloggy break from professional normal videos • Back from Halloween gathering • Met lots of people made friends • Got far too drunk *small laugh* • Looking down • This internet thing is crazy • New angle • White pants • Pulling them down • Blue underwear • Sorry didn’t make this vid yesterday • Tree fell on train tracks and he was standing there for ages • Your free socks are in the mail rn (butterfingers subscribers) • Bc that’s what I️t said- SOCKS • not secks • What kinda pervert would say that • Side note • How do you mail sex to somebody • Knocking on window • In mask and hood • Window door • White • Uh hi ups • Why you at the Back door • Free sex right to this house • BEND OVER • Looks at camera • Clip of him zooming in on screen with text ‘it’s over 5000!!’ • *dies* • Look what you did! • I’m going to get a not shit camera • You piece of crap (camera) • All see my hidious face in high quality *groan* • Follow me on twitter for interesting things I️ did • Woke up • Eating toast • Making orange squash • Kitchen is mess • So having a crap • Red underwear • Tmi • Dailybooth for naked photos • Has princess ketchup and kittens unrest • Stick finger YouTuber eating Google’s ass • Pure and innocent soul • Lazy Belemic • Smile • 10 points if you get that joke • So many jumpcuts • Proper video with tassels and everything • Heart hands I️ PUNCHED A BEAR IN THE FACE P-22 D-18 • Same angle but sitting • Hey guys • White ball by drawers • Joker tshirt • Echoy • Me and Amazing Phil in competition on clipstar.com • Votes money as prize • Amazing subscribers • Vote for me • Says via like vIa • Might not even have weekend job in few weeks • If he wins will buy camera • Committed to YouTube • Yellow carpet • Lexis videos • 90% so my audience is female • Doesn’t matter • I️t doesn’t matter if you’re 12 call me • Wink • Insecure • Radiating masculinity • Get back male audience • Puts on flannel • Manly cracked shirt and ginger facial hair • Man things • Beer out of special beer glass that’s not my dads • Eating raw meat • Biting Deer • Watches the football • Camping other week • Loincloth and pointy stick • Puts on bear costume • I’ll nut ya • Sigh • I️ don’t think this is working • Stick to sarcasm and humiliating myself What did YOU get for Christmas? Dec 25 P-22 D-18 • In room with Christmas blanket • Gradient small tree • Wrapping paper • Waking up • ITS CHRISTMAS AHHH EEEEE • not one of those people who hates Christmas bc I’m rly cool • Love Christmas • Fav day • Divine advent calander • Religious • Glory to god in highest etc • Inflict Christianity on me • Actually potrey Jesus family from Middle East • Not white • You to post video respond • Portal to Christmas memories • B/w jumpcut in muchdash • I️ got a *miidle finger* kill yourself f*ggot • Got- pants, socks • Truffle chocolates • Maltesers ‘so beautiful’ • Indoor fireworks • Evil laugh • Orange M.D. more chocolate? • Movie ‘Australia’??? • Loves I️t • Bailey alcohol • ‘Goodbye liver’ • Lol Christmas jumper • Shit ones • One solution puzzle? • Shirt grey • Book • Plaid pants • Sorry Mom never buy clothes for me • Twilight • Get out • Pretty awesome • Kill Bill- fav movie ever • Money • PHILS TOY • Goddam tonbury! • Hugs camera 2010 hi there Feb 27 P-23 D-18 • Holy fuck he’s in India • Birds in the background • OMGOMGOMG • Red t shirt • Towels over raining • Blue wall • Channel is danisnotintresting • All 8 hundred and something of you you super sneaky detectives • Am in middle of holiday in India • Palm trees and animals • Not horrible winterness I️ left behind • Drum • Hotel-PRESA di GOA • Bedroom- white sheets, dark, posts w curtains • WiFi • People talking in background during WiFi clip • Shirtless filming in mirror • Bathroom lighting is attractive • Breakfast area- outside grass hut roof things and chairs and tables • Swimming pool • Lagoon color surrounded by trees and some pool chairs- empty • Actual hut house things • Stone monkey on roof • Gardener watering plants • Black dog • India’s pretty cool • Nice and hot • Nice to wear shorts again • View from airplane • Back in UK now • Now can make more vids • See you all soon • *kiss* muah Aeroplane Adventures- with danisnotonfire Feb 28 P-23 D-18 • Unlisted but Danni BOI has made I️t unavailable I️t looks like • Ralph Lauren polo • Vlogging in mirror on plane • Hello and welcome to aeroplane bathroom adventures with Dan • Snuck into first class toilets • Lots of stuff • Giant • Airplane toilets scare him • Create black hole in room • Flushing toilet Uncle Ken Apr 14 P-23 D-18 • Note- unlisted for being generally awful but I️ won’t private I️t for archeological reasons (wtf does that mean?!?) • In grey sweater vest thingy • Better quality • Only the yellow wall as background • Just blog for first time- for many reasons • Wants to talk • Looks white • Where is his channel going • Style • Suck at posting regularly • Worst at doing anything • Idea sheet • Has to be five minutes epic • Twilights last • Video everyday in April • Considering I️t doing • Checking websites till dinner • Playing rock band till he goes to sleep • Singing bad romance • Maybe in aug • Going to Portugal with Phil in few days • Expect vid • In Manchester for next week • Mom got log cabin for garden • Outdoor shot • Lots of trees • Path to cabin • Staying at grandparents overnight • Weird shuffling noises outdoor • Door freaking open • Gown standing in doorway • Uncle was watching tv downstairs • Pretends to be sleep • 3 minutes I️t watches him • Rape me in sleep • I️t left after watching grandparents • He • Come upstairs now to uncle • Oh that’s uncle Ken • Relative of yours you haven’t met from up north • Dementia • Comment below • Had nice Easter • Bye bye LETS HAVE A QUICKIE Apr 30 P-23 D-18 • Black tee • Sitting on side of his bed • Waredrobe • Quickie vid • Interactive truth or dare next vid • 2nd channel suggests • Pick most entertaining • Some things that I️ wouldn’t pic • Not doing naked handstand on motorway • Oww... • Chocolate • Birds outside • Returning to dailybooth • Neglected I️t for last three months • Sign up • Fav online community • Phil stuffy ‘prized!’ • LucyX won peace of hair • Won competition for gimp • Shout out Phil for no dance vid • He was lazy • Shot Pinof 2 • Omm nom nom nom • Bloopers • Shut up at helicopters outside E3 2010! 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Vlog June 17 P-23 D-19 • In hotel • With Phil • In grey graphic tee • Phil in l blue polo • First few days for trip to La • Phil forgot they went to Disneyland • How could you forget we went to Disneyland • (Day 1) • Clip of coaster • Space mountain was awesome • Met American friends • More friendly than English people • Toy story 3 tournament • Is really good • Phil seems kinda out of I️t • Tron bags • Clip at Disney • Dan ‘tron bagssss’ • Someone legend of Zelda t shirt • Molly • Has tron bag • Blonde • Might wear I️t every day • Phil in purple • Dan in vest and twilights last • Phil is on light bike • World of color thing • Mufasa dies nvm rainbow • Going to make him remember • Segway tour • Venice beach tour • Dan loved I️t • Why don’t you get bike • Cut to shots • With blonde girl and dude • Dan segwayed wo hands • Pj? • Qued waiting for cirque de sol • Weird shoulder pads robes • Jump cut • Crazy • Kinect • Phil got to see press conference • Tonight get to see you story 3 • Best week ever • Funky playing around that wave been doing • Peace sign and three finger • Small world about to have soil ruptured • Phil roars SELF MUTILATION Jul 18 P-23 D-19 • In room on bed? • Grey patterned ish shirt • Worst habit • Suit on door • Cuts to him throwing off leopard print underwear and stabbing his dick • Wearing llama shirt in jumpcut • Leave spot on face alone • Dan has to remove I️t • Tiny red spot on face • I’ll just v subtly • Black screen screaming • *five minutes later* text on screen • Condiments and beef jerky on face • Over jumpcut with joker shirt • Going out tonight don’t want anyone to see • Side eyes • Add so reasons why Dan’s a fail • PO box • Danisnotonfire PO box 3612 Workingham RG40 9JL • England • Ik my subscribers • Don’t actually send me dead babies or underwear • Rawr argblarbleawblrwarblgablrbleweblbll Jul 26 P-23 D-19 • holy fuck Jamaica • ITS THAT ONE CLIP • plays with hair- look- wave- holds nose close eyes- splash underwater- opens eyes briefly while coming up • Wearing earrings Extreme Tubing Fail Aug 1 P-23 D-19 • ITS ANOTHER JAMAICA BLESS • people on tube • So after seeing that do you want to do I️t Phil? • Phil is so soft omg • Yeah • Two others on boat • One looks like driver • About to die • Girl • Dan likes I️t more than Phil • Both fall • Basically me and Phil died • Dan elbowed Phil in face Pelvic Thrusts Aug 12 P-23 D-19 • Danosaurs • L blue t shirt • In bedroom • Quick vloggy vid • Updated on life • Shit at vlogging • Kittens out shit • No scirpt • Just notes • Jamaica was fun • Not live in country with incests • Phil and him have bites everywhere • Everything wants to kill you more than people • To vids v proud of • We spent days editting them • Watch I️t again • Mortal combat scene was funny • Summer in city last weekend • Meet up in field for three days • Like 50 lovely people • Jonny Barum • Gave I️ Love you robot shirt • Intoxicating when gave I️t to him • Also a youtuber • He’s lovely • Charlieisso cool • It’s a hair flip • Phil is moving out • To own flat in Manchester • 14th floor • Looking forward to shooting vids there • Dump all my shit in his house stay there all time and eat his food • Truth or dare next vid • Outside with public • Send in YouTube message do t clutter comments • Fuck a duck • Promised people he would spon • Get featured uk • Spon • He’s made 4 vids without putting them up • This vid has gone but to shoutouts • Pelvic thrusts to make up for I️t • Bunch of perverts • I️ will upload 7 minute videos bc I’m awesome text at the end watch dan talk about a competition you helped him win Oct 5 P-23 D-19 • In bedroom at corner • Wearing grey vest thing and white t shirt • Spent long time editing • Uploading whatever to channel • Don’t expect good things • Invisible friends • Omg the editing • Clip star finalists • Vote for him and Phil • Terrible text • Win prizes for free • One of 30 postcards • Signed worn topman boxers • Steven Phil and His script • Pic chosen in glitter pen • Return to dailybooth • Vid of him and Phil dancing • Better channel layout • Happy dan full of smiles • Happiest Dan in world • See you guys soon University Life Oct 21 P-23 D-19 • In uni halls • Not askaban • On bed • Heart dude • Then Edward • Confusing 3 week’s • Settled • This place is actually beautiful • Joked I️t wold be horrible • Scenic window view • Piping in building • Vintage prison feel • No window kitchen • L shaped lounge • Fridge for 12 people • Exposed brick work • Hard working convicts that built this place • Zooms on someone on computer • Through window • Hello • Creeper text • Rly like room • Bat and gym and shops • Closest halls to lecture • Roll across halls in pjs • Marelyn drew his room across from rape factory • How does smoke say rape • Zoom on papers • Intense parting every night • Earlier this week • Him playing wit hair • Someone knocks on door • Hey what you doing • YouTube thing I️ do • Rightttt ok I’m I’ll leave you to I️t • Dan slaps his face • Forever alone meme • Thumbnail • Lesbian action • Sorry but he did try • Knocks on girls door • V pretty girl- purple nails, brown hair and tanned skin • Lizzie and Ellie upstairs • Indian accent • Wants to speak to girls • What do you want to speak to girls about • Oh I’m just making a video • Girl in grey beanie • Nicer room • Hi are you busy • No • Can you be thumbnail of my vid • Hot girl looks p uncomfortable other looks ok • V attractive • Take of all clothes and make out • Serious? Yes! • What are you filming • I️ tried • Post vid response • Showing uni halls • Aww kitty! • Hello! • What are you trying to say the game? 2011 Dan Mail Jan 16 P-23 D-19 • At uni • Sweatshirt grey • Guys aren’t fans • Periodically make them • Some text • T shirt • Dan is not on fire t shirt • Dead babies and underwear on paper • I️ love you Dan raffe • Drawing • Sticks up drawings on wall • Likes every time of music • Loves moulin rouge • Loves edge cronicals • Fav color gold • Bumto fav drink? • Can’t write back • Will email • Sabrina • PlZ don’t put glitter • Hello kitty • Team Jacob • Make twilight vid • Native American likes • Basketball bracelet • Matt Belemy heart hands • Pokémon drawing • Toy zebra • Unfold letter • Huge letter • Chain cow • Paper crane • Short attention span • Can’t say happy birthday to everyone • Silver candle • Evie • Freddie off skins • Big compliment • Hawaiian Punch mix • Lava • Kiss marks on envelope • He likes native Americans • Dan get the hula hoops off Phil • Condoms • Put butterfly tattoos on face • Earrings • Friend walked in on him in bathroom • Drink not for him • Dramatic music • Tampon with his face and Phil’s face on I️t • Few of them • Disturbed • Scared • Stains • Horror laughs • Beheaded doll • Decorates Wall • Heart hands • Why the hell have you watched • Space background • Shorter in future WORLD’S FASTEST COIN STACKER Feb 23 P-24 D-19 • In uni I️ think • Uni sweatshirt • Long time no see • Had haircut • Likes I️t • Guinness world record tried to get him to break his record • People cried over him cutting hair • He hated his hair • Phil wanted Dan to say he spent previous night asleep on someone’s floor so that’s why he looks like dying monkey • Me Phil Bryony Ed • (Paper lilies and eddplant) • Other non internet people • Omg that hair... • Fastest stack of coins • After ten minutes of practice • Dan’s teem has spit shirts • Phil’s has stripes • Phil’s stack falls • Then Dan’s • He blames everyone in room • Acted humble but I️t wasn’t ok • 38 secs • Phil is confident he can beat him • Dan says Phil is just a jumble of nerves • This is hilarious • Dan’s falls • 31.617 Phil has new record • One good thing has to happen to Phil in his life • Dan was happy for him • Shot to him crying on bed • Compete against roger black • Olympic • Fastest one handed toilet tool • Ik I️ look retardo • Cocky • Katie weasel • His roll failed • Dan disqualified • Final fantasy music sad • Never wipe him again • V sore loser lol • Went home last week • Suitcase full of letters • Falls off chair Dan Mail 2 Mar 3 P-24 D-19 • Uni • On red spinning chair • Necklace thing? • Can’t react • Happy birthday changes camera angle • Happy birthday at this point • Good friend who showed the video • Now he never has to do that again • Never not show a letter • Pink llama • Llama hat • Cool girls always wear them • He can’t bc he’s boy • In vid he will • Dan mobile drawing • How hair is? • Straighten I️t • Dan and Phil in lot of things • Says envelope weirdly • Dancing in underwear in pic • Naked playing xbox drawing • Talented creeper • Has to stop recording every letter • Retarded • Good work my minions- for laying down • Prize for whoever finds how many time he says awesome and incredible • Hello kitty • Silly band (OMG) • Justin Bieber stickers • Guessed Indiana • Looks like brendon urie • Seeing panic in April • I️ pad but didn’t have any spare ones • Kristen Stewart disabled face • Porn • The game • Fussing over camera quality • Teacher thought she’s weird for thinking microwave is onomatopoeia • Will there be Pinof 3 • Kisses from Bulgaria • Bebe from Bulgaria has friend • Summer time or vampire money fav song on album • Ties up hair • Looks like troll • Likes my dimples • Nickname- bear SCREAMMMMM • Placenta fav word • Pandas over koalas • Fav yougurt vanilla • Dogs over cat • Plays piano, drums, ocurina? • Oh dear another box... • Lots of love and blood • Another decapprd doll • Actual placenta ? • Another vid later • Updated wall • In apartment red • Tv episodes • Fiesta music • The game on his door PSYCHO FRENCH TEACHER Apr 22 P-24 D-19 • In dorm • Twilights last shirt • Danacodes • New series • 16 • Gcses • Thought he was good • Doctor brown • New teacher • Not mister- doctor • Woofs and meows • Friend joe • Dog biscuits in drawer • Broken cds • Coffee cups disappear • Dan saw coffee cup • 20 dirty coffee mugs • Everyone looked • Locking people in cupboard • Singing alpha theme song • Translate in French • Csi • Had clothes in drawers • All go home bc dr brown • Runaway teacher • awkward silence • I️ was abused as a child • Vanished • Hilarious teacher • Got C • Sadness • Pom bear massacure was good (last video) • Excited from Easter Dan Mail 3 May 11 P-24 D-19 • I️ love you robot shirt • In dorm • Sunglasses they fall • Conclusion to trilogy • Sorry for being ugly • Other idk • Summer here • Wasp • Guess 13 minutes • Cool names • John and Susan • Star sign is Gemini • Such a strong man • Never throws away • Likes girl band kpop • Another boy yayyy • Not going to small things • Drops camera • Also lovemaking wrist accessories • Danmark • Plays wow • Another boy yes • Card that represents maturity • Where’s free socks? • 2005 on MySpace likes into shakari • I️ must be depressed • Ninja Jew • Tongue tattoos • Does one • Fire • Banana trumpet edit fail • Handlebar mushdash would suit him • Fantasy about you in bed bath fantasy about cutting him open while naked Phil watches tied up • Bra • Playboy perfume • Valentines cards for him and Phil • Would be breaking guidelines if shown • Creepy doll with hair • O_____x • Next dan mail at home bc he’s going home for spring break • Text saying it’s now may 11 and already filmed I️t • Delia Smith Gamer girls are HAWT June 7 P-24 D-19 • At Phil’s place • Graphic tee • Bi annual vlog • Raped and pillaged by vids • Filming at his flat for no reason • Background boring jazz I️t up • Gets pillow • Hair at lion mane • 2nd June finished exams • Woke up in morning of each exam and wrote notes • Don’t-do-don’t deserve to pass • Paying to procrastinate • Good luck! • I️t only gets worse as u get older • Last year in La... • Don’t like Wii U • But u probs don’t care • Do girls like games • Mario with grandma • Guitar hero is good • Question applies to boys too • Going to be 20 • Tramantic • Complete child • Youngest youtuber • Still young and pretty • Vyou • Redesigning website • 5000 unanswered • Going back soon • Video ideas • Would you rather • Him and friend playing • Don’t know you friend will be lol • Phil • PHIL IS WEARING CORNIELA SHIRT I️ THINK • mildly sexual • Ask me ask me ask me! • Byeeee • Totoro dancing • Delia Smith I️ Am Mexican Aug 15 P-24 D-20 • In Phil’s place • In black couch • Time machine • Was in Sicily for two weeks • Zelda? Watercolour shirt • Shorts • Looks black/ Mexican • P offensive • Jumpcut to his room • Clothes everywhere • Filmed two things at Sicily • Snorkelling • Jumpcut • Bright blue trunks • Music • Evil Black Sea urchins • Death balls • Last day at catacombs • Dead bodies • Freaky but awesome • Wall of dead babies • Reading festival • Reading and Leeds • Every year at end of August • Wristbands • Been for last four years • Doche patrol • Thin wrists so they make him look less like Ethiopian orphan • Nice to have color • Pictures • With two guys and girl sitting at knees • Other dude • One guy has purple hair • Tents • Best moments in live • Good camper • Did I️ mention I’m going with Phil • Come stalk me • Looking forward to mcr • Muse is reason he and Phil had to go • Twilights last • 10th anniversary • Origin of symmetry his and Phil’s all time fav album • Highlight • Lost Dan Mail 4 video file • Comment best live bands • Muse, arcade fire, the prodigy, rage against machine, panic • Shorts • Red pants • His and Phil’s new apartment • Gif of him on breakfast bar • Bloopers • Traditionally Aeroplane Adventures 2- with danisnotonfire Sept 15 P-24 D-20 • Saying title • Zoom on face • Had cold which is why he sounds like duck • Chris and pj • Chris won contest • Phil next to Dan • Free seats • Cheese tray and chicken salad • Lemon scented hand towel • Free champagne • Phil laughs • Phil shouted at him for blowing bubbles • *embarrassed Phil wishes I️ didn’t exist • Coffin toilets • Us four are least business class people • There is not enough business in this class • Theo pthetis • From dragons den • On same flight • Phil pointed I️t out • Anticlimax • In robe endscreen • Music EPIC PRANK OFF! Dec 1 P-24 D-20 • In room at new apartment • Bright blue shirt • Wirrow drawing above bed • Blue stripped pillows • Tv in side • Guitar hero stuff • Other side of bed • Video contest • Prank off • From mr wiggly things • Don’t prank pets • Pillow on door and Phil walks in • Phil wearing plaid blue • Do you want a Ribena- yeah please- shoots him- • On laptop • Party popper • Phil in shower • Robert Patterson • Porn on computer • Salt in coffee • Their laughs sound same aw • Dribbled all over himself • Goes to get dan • Washes out mouth • 500 pounds • 5 best get Danisnotonfire tshirt • Powder in Phil’s hair dryer • On same side of bed • I️ hate you • Worst day ever • Making sequel to this called death of Dan If Dan was a Suerhero.. Dec 21 P-24 D-20 • On couch against wall • Party tricks • Flip wrists • Dining room table • Pick up chicks • Hippo noise • Film chronicle shirt video contest • Satrodophone poke song • Polar bears on face • Phil says he isn’t talented • Llamas kill everyone • Famous places • World becomes llama • Calming music at end 2012 Narcoleptic Laptop Feb 3 P-25 D-20 Deleted PRANK WINNERS! Deleted danisnotonfire Next Vlogger! May 6 P- 25 D-20 • Sitting on bed, camera is facing door • Joker t shirt • Bulky computer • Black comforter • Blue, black, and tan ish pillow • My name is dan • Known as Danisnotonfire • Made YouTube account 2006 • Oct 12, 2006 • Was 14 years old (haha same as me!) • And nothing I️ could do about I️t • British from Workingham • Currently lives in Manchester • Tell people stories of horrific experiences to himself • Near death experiences- Jamaica jumping off cliff clip plays • Cut to Manchester uni sweatshirt annoying people in cinemas • Time mum red browsing history • Llama hat in that • Vlogging communicates with people on personal level • When he says he stabbed someone bc no left hand scissors an gets comment ‘FAG’ • User blurred out • Think got wrong one • PaigeeStudd- basically saying I️ feel you • Makes I️t worthwhile • Channel is support group for people who hate peoples • Excited *effects* about next vlogger take vids to next level • Tapes lamp shade to ceiling for lighting • Better vids to laugh at • Danisnotonfire outro SuperNote 2012- THE LLAMARMY Oct 1 P- 25 D-21 • Black screen w/- “we are interrupting the normal Dan broadcasting schedule.” • Woah Dan this isn’t a Thursday • In living room • Eclipse shirt • Thursday still happening • Looks bare- old shelf • Team captain of supernote 2012 • Wearing bracelet? • Ended up winning • 2008 • YouTube community • Longest note out of mouth • You guys if want to join my team • Sexy, sad, manly • Video response • Police car outside • Team name: llamarmy • P big deal • You guys post vid responses, bullying him in comments, edit his face onto giraffes • Sweatpants grey • Longest note, llama hat and danasaur t shirt • And personal note • Others win totoros and wrist bands • Wow old vid • Phil comes in • Wearing grey make videos everyday shirt • Aww Phil looks so cute • Phil’s going to win • High five that hurts • Phil wearing llama hat • Phil lower note • ‘Dan you are so hot’ written below • Dan lasts longer • Underdogs • Get lots of people • Deadline Oct 31 • Danisnotonfire outro • Galaxy end Life’s Unanswerable Questions Oct 12 P-25 D-21 • Collab with Alex day • Wearing multicoloured tee • Sitting in front of fire place • Tetris lights • Hello internet • Unanswerable questions annoy • Found website in comic sans • Erradicate I️t • He likes to share opinions • What came first chicken or egg- egg • Tree would make sound • Bothers him • Ate tounge what would taste like • Tried to fail and succeed what have you done • Dan answers with sandwhich • Color is mirror • I️t has no color • Chameleon • Car at speed of light turn on headlights • Paradox • Can guy names nick have nickname • 4 out of 5 diahrea enjoy I️t? • Marsquakes-no • What is the speed of dark • Why can’t woman put mascara on with mouth closed • Dictionary in dictionary? Yes • What is meaning of life • Sirens • Best way to lose weight- cut self in half • Dan believes in aliens • Aliens aren’t going to look weirder than jellyfish • Bus driver closedoor • Can cry underwater • How old would you be if didn’t know your age • Someone vanished w/o trace how do people know missing • Timmy for a decade • Don’t try to get people to like you for the wrong reasons • Outro • Sexy endscreen dance • More interesting than space endscreen Men vs Women Dec 8 P-25 D-21 • On couch • B/w Brit flag pillow • Camp and grey t shirt • Earrings that are multicoloured • Which sex has is harder • Cat ears • Carrie • Opinions aren’t meant to be taken seriously black screen • Hit I️t rn • Getting kicked in balls or giving birth • Rly hurts • Guys never ask to be kicked in ball again • Squeezing watermelon out of ass • Dan wasn’t aware girls couldn’t lie on front • Nipples are useless • Joy of lactation • Man can’t have multiple orgasms • Sucks • Men get arosed and no one knows • Old ladies read 50 shades • Think grandma • Men can pee standing up and that sucks • Girls can multitask • What is so bad about periods • Don’t get into argument • Don’t ask if I’m Period • Dan had done that • Bleeding out of penis forever • Women live longer • Men don’t understand women have I️t harder • Women win • Debated in comments • Both sexy endscreen 2013 GOOD NEWS EVERYONE Jan 12 P-25 D-21 • In living room • Black long t shirt • So cold • Spicky jumper from topman • Jump in jeans • Repression how hardcore he is while life • Ryan from X factor wearing I️t • Burn I️t? • Mouse in bedroom • Trying to catch I️t humanity • BBC radio 1 • Phil comes next to him • Phil’s been making him not swear • Every Sunday unless they get fired • Watch entire show • 7-9 pm • Phil in blue sweashirt • Schedules • He’s loosey goosy uploading • Shit looking photos need more of • YouTube angry mob • You tubers don’t follow through • Dan Unspecific • Video on school • Never really talked about • Have nice day unless I’m Jamaica then I hate you bc you’re warm • Endscreen zooming on house objects w/ sexy music 2014 Dan and Phil SIM SURPRISE PHONE CALL! Dec 18 P-27 D-23 • In gaming room • Dan in horn hoodie • Phil in purple sh jumper • No pillows in back • Surprise calling random person • Phil is scared • Awkward on phone • Oh my goddd • Person is freaking out • Casey • Was just doing hw • English hw about them • How much she fangirls about them • Did you see photo of dan at bbc in Dino onesie • Not saying I️ hate but that was terrible • Told Phil about cat dying on YouTube • Watching for 2 Years • Collab- so many favs • Fav animal llama • Sorry about Phil • I️ need to tweet about this • That was so funny • Animal impression helps • Maybe next victim 2015 HOW TO PARTICIPATE IN THE DAN AND PHIL TOUR Oct 4 P- 28 D- 24 • Sitting in theatre looking behind chairs • Lots of stuff on stage • Rehearsal space • Dan in eclipse • Phil in constallion lion • 5 days • More tickets • Oct 8- Nov 4 • Danandphilbook.com • Want audience participation • Come hour early • 7 sec, weird kid, isg, crafts • P.O. box videos from back in day • Might not be able to keep I️t • Thinking about people from rest of world • Dan winks • Phil does I️t too to help 2016 HOW TO PARTICIPATE IN THE DAN AND PHIL TOUR! April 19 P-29 D-24 • In dressing room • From 360? • Dan in plain black t • Phil in show attire • Sup-a-de-fiddle • Dried mango • Cool creative ways • Arrive early • 7 sec, • Show box • Weird kid, show examples • Craft examples • No bigger than medium otter • Can’t keep them • Phil said mems • Chow • For now • Was that necessary? HOW TO GET INVOLVED IN #TATINOF Aug 12 P-29 D-25 • In same room • Oh it’s same video lol

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