#he have the right to have two blond boyfriend cause i've said so

[superiorkenshi]

I'm a little late for the old man birthday but here he is with some blond boy!! 🐯💚✨

[realisticfanfictions]

Being Sanji's Girlfriend & Baratie's Head Waitress.

Sanji x Waitress!Reader

Working at Baratie wasn't without its challenges, and the fights that sprung up because of them weren't rare either. You and your boyfriend never sweated the small stuff, after all working in a high stress environment made you, well, stressed. But maybe some things can't be resolved that easily.

Tags: Sanji x Reader, Waitress!Reader, constant bickering, mostly fluff with some angst, (heavy) swearing.

A/N: I love the Waitress!Reader so much for OPLA, so I've decided to do another one! I had to split this up into multiple parts, cause this ended up being a bit long. (Link to part two.)

Word Count is 4,829. Hope you enjoy!

"Where the fuck are my entrees?!" Your voice echoed in the enclosed space, cutting through the melodic and rhythmic sounds of frying, chopping and other things that went on in a kitchen. You brushed past another waitress who wisely got out of your way, your heels clicking against the tiles as you marched up to the pass and slammed your copy of the meal ticket down. "Chef!" You called out, pushing back a strand of your hair as you scanned the chefs who were cooking at a ferocious pace. You locked eyes with an unfortunate new chef, but despite him immediately looking at his feet and trying to walk by, you reached through the window and pulled him by the collar. "Who the hell is on entrees?" He stumbled over his words and you groaned in frustration at his pathetic attempt at the English language.

"That's me." You pushed him back and looked past the cowering chef at the man who had just spoken up, your boyfriend and the love of your life, Sanji. His normally pressed and tidy chef attire was in disarray with his shirt untucked and his sleeves stained with various sauces. He sounded hoarse and was covered in a thin layer of sweat as he cooked some type of meat, flipping it over in the pan to cook it evenly. Intense concentration was etched into his face and the way he scrunched his nose was adorable, but right now you couldn't think of anything else but punching it.

You opened your mouth to speak, but a nearby busboy ran in front of you and you snarled at him. "Watch it, asshole!" You refocused your attention back on the blonde in front of you. "I have thirty-eight tables out there with at least four head a table, and only two waitresses working the floor-!"

He shook his head and his pan aggressively hit the stove top each time he moved it. "You know, it sounds so hard to look pretty and run around in heels all night, but I actually have a real job-"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, really. And I'd appreciate it if I didn't have you bitching in my ear all night!" He threw some butter in the pan and began to bast the meat.

"Then maybe, if you were actually good at your 'real job'," You said with quotation marks. "Then you'd tell me why the shit it takes thirty-five goddamn minutes for a premade french onion soup!"

He whipped around with a laddle in his hand and he marched over to the pass. You both bent down to see each other through the window. "Hey, if I had any fucking help around here I would have gotten that to you twenty minutes ago, but I'm stuck here-"

"And here we go!" You exclaimed as you threw up your hands dramatically and walked through the swinging doors. You avoided Pattie walking out with a tray of fresh bread and popped on an apron attached to a nearby hook.

"-with my thumb up my arse because apparently no one knows how to plate a damn steak in this kitchen!" He moved around you as you took his place, grabbing the offending meat and placing it atop of the mashed potatoes.

Annoyed, you grabbed the garnish. "Well, where the hell's the plating station?"

Sanji came back and unceremoniously dropped a large stock pot next to you. He bent down to look you in the eye and threw his hands up in the air. "He quit."

Your eyes widened and followed him as he walked to the other side of you and started plating beside you. "He what?"

"He fucking quit! Just like every other bitch who couldn't handle Tuesdays at the Baratie." His brows furrowed and he let out a small shout of frustration. "Whoever the fuck did the halibut, refry it!" He yelled as he set it off to the side. "Just 'cause we're busy doesn't mean you can push out a shit and pass it off as fine dining!"

You plated another order and put it under the heat lamp at the pass, then rang the bell, but no one came. "And we're short-staffed on waitresses too!" You exclaimed and spotted the busboy from before, "Oi! You! Get off your ass and start serving!" You threw your ticket-book and pen at him, which he barely caught from where he was sitting.

"B-But I'm washing dishes-!"

You dramatically gestured around. "We aren't even sending anything out, so unless you've been storing them up your rectum, what fucking dishes are you washing?!" You grabbed the french onion soup in the stock pot that Sanji had given you and quickly poured it into three bowls laced with garnish on top. "Take these to 12, and the steak to 24. Tell 12 that they'll get a free dessert in about twenty minutes. Well? Get a move on! You aren't getting paid to sit there and look pretty, 'cause you sure as hell ain't fucking pretty!" He scrambled to pick them up and he quickly ran out of the kitchen.

"That turned me on more than I'd like to admit." Sanji appeared beside you with another plate and rang the service bell. "If we weren't busy I'd kiss you, darling." He exclaimed as he grabbed a handful of garnish and placed it atop of the plate.

"Oi, fuckface." When he looked over, you quickly pressed a kiss to his lips and grabbed the metal tray of halibut. "Now, let's get these pretentious pricks fed!"

You both worked side by side, barking orders at each other and bickering over every little thing you could - even Zeff yelled at you both to shut up. But it worked. Within minutes, you both had worked through the back orders and finally got to a point where you weren't struggling to complete orders from guests who'd been waiting for hours. When the last table left, you and Sanji just about collapsed. Leaning against the cool wall tile with you by his side, he sighed. "That was definitely one of our busiest days," He said with pure relief that it was finally over.

You couldn't remain standing and slid down the wall, your high heels clicking as you sat down. "Yeah, who knew so many people would wanna celebrate Father's Day?" You replied sarcastically, but a playful smile told your boyfriend that you weren't being mean. He softly chuckled and followed suit, sliding down the wall until he reached the floor with a groan.

He pulled out his cigarettes. "I've earned one of these." He says as he puts it between his lips and waits for you to light it. You roll your eyes and oblige, taking out your lighter and lighting the end of it for him. He took a slow drag, closed his eyes, savoured it, and then exhaled out the smoke.

"You almost make lung cancer look sexy." You remarked with a grin, and he returned it with his own charming, beautiful smile.

His eyes slowly flicked up and down. "And you always make yelling and shouting look so sexy." He licked his lips and leaned in, giving you a kiss that lingered. Your eyes fluttered shut and you enjoyed the small respite from the craziness you had both just experienced. Even when the kiss eventually ended, neither one of you moved away. "Are you working tonight?" He asked under his breath.

You sighed and pecked his lips. "In two hours."

"Till?"

"Four."

"Shit."

"I know." You pressed your lips against his once more and moved some hair out of his face. "But, I'm not working tomorrow so we can sleep in."

He sighed. "I start at nine tomorrow."

"Till?"

"Six."

"Shit."

"I know." You both quietly laughed and pressed your noses together, then rubbed them together while stealing kisses and giggling like you used to when you were kids.

You'd been at the Baratie ever since you were fifteen, and you'd been dating Sanji since you were sixteen. It wasn't really something you both had officially decided on, nor did either one of you do this big, elaborate confession that made both of you ugly-cry. It happened slowly over time. Many customers and fellow staff would constantly tease you both with things like, "Where's your girlfriend, Sanji?" and, "Aw! You both are so cute together!" At first you both denied it, but eventually you just... stopped correcting people. You were each other's first kiss, first love... first love, and despite how it looks from the outside, you couldn't be happier.

"Oi, Sanji." You called out as you leaned closer to the mirror to focus on your eyeshadow. "Be careful, there's been a lot of pirate activity lately. They might stop by, so Zeff has officially-unofficially instated a no-tolerance policy for- Sanji!" You laughed when your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you and you struggled to do your makeup while Sanji hung off of you and pressed kisses along your cheek. "You toad! You're going to ruin my smokey eye."

He playfully moaned. "But you're so sexy," He whined and pulled back enough to give you puppy eyes. "And you shouldn't work tonight if there's pirates anyway."

"I still have to work." You replied, giving up on doing your makeup and stealing a quick kiss from him. "I'm the head of front-of-house, I can't just ring up Zeff and say, 'hey, your son wants to sleep with me so I can't come in today!'"

"No, you can't." At the sound of his voice, you looked up to see that your boss had entered you and Sanji's shared room. He would have seen the neatly pressed and ironed button-downs wrapped around hangers, and two mismatching pairs of high heels strewn about the floor. His eyes met yours. "We have a full house of rich, but important pricks tonight, and I need all hands on deck. If someone calls in sick, drag them out of bed if you have to."

Your boyfriend pouted playfully. "But she never gets any time off, can't we just-"

"(Y/N) is our head of house, she's too important to lose tonight." Zeff straightened up and crossed his arms over. "Little Eggplant, you can't distract (Y/N) from doing her job. Unlike you, she has to work to stay here." The old man looked over at you and you nodded, you knew that you were a staff member first and foremost - being the girlfriend of his adopted son was second to that.

Sanji's smile tightened, and he stood up. "I know." His blue eyes flashed with something that you meant he wanted to say something but didn't. His smile returned when he looked at you. "I'll see you in the morning."

As he brushed past Zeff and walked out of the room, you furrowed your eyebrows at your boss and father figure. "Now that's one way to get him pissed off at you." The words came out a little more aggressive than you meant to, but you didn't bother correcting yourself.

He sighed and turned to leave. "Leave it alone, (Y/N)."

"And one way to get me pissed off at you too." You dropped your eyeshadow onto the table and followed after him. His wide frame took up quite a bit of space in the hallway, but you squeezed past him to block his path.

Zeff groaned when he saw you and squeezed the bridge of his nose, then released it to gesture while he spoke. "(Y/N), I apologise if you felt offended. You're a part of our family, and--"

"I don't care about that." You scoffed in disbelief and gawked at his lack of social awareness. "You must be really thick in the skull if you think I'm upset about that."

His face scrunched up. "Then what are you upset about? Hm? What are you upset about now?" He gestured behind you. "I have dinner service to prep for," He started to list off on his fingers. "I have a team of flaky waitresses-your team of flaky waitresses to deal with, and I need to make sure that we have enough lamb being delivered for our special tonight. So what could it possibly be that is so important you're holding me up for?"

You counted to five in your head before opening your mouth to speak. "I love him. And I don't give a rat's ass that you sign my paycheck, or give me a roof over my head. You don't make Sanji, my boyfriend and your son, feel shitty just because you think it'll toughen him up. And you certainly don't use me to do that." You keep your gaze locked onto his. "You ever do that again? I walk." You stepped backward and straightened up. "I'll get the team ready for service."

You never regretted what you said. Was your tone harsher than it should've been? Yes, but you needed to get your point across to him. There wasn't any time to think about it though, because it was Friday night and thirty minutes before opening - you didn't have the time to regret what you said.

"Ladies!" You called out, then smiled. "And Sapi." Said fishman smiled at your acknowledgement as your team of staff gathered around to form a semi-circle in front of you. You held up your checklist. "We have fifteen V.I.P tables tonight. I expect everyone to be on their best behaviour. That means no frowning, no blowing your nose on the customer's napkins, and no- oh my God, Macy. If you don't shut the fuck up." The red-lipped, pigtail-wearing waitress jolted back from where she was gossiping with another waitress. You raise your brows at her as if to ask if she was done and rolled your eyes. "And no unprofessionalism." You finished with a glare.

Spai cleared his throat. "How many free tables do we have tonight?"

You looked back at the clipboard and flipped over the page, counting quietly to yourself. "There's two at seven and one at eight. The two at seven are one and eight, and the one at eight is seven. One can be for eight, but don't offer seven to under six because seven and six are over eight. Got it?"

The room was quiet for a moment, and Sapi slowly blinked. "May I have a copy of that, please?"

"I'll bring one to your station," You looked around. "Any questions?" Silence. "Good. Now, put on your fakest smile and happy ga-ga voice - we've got a line of ships waiting to be fed!"

"Let's do this, team!" Macy's voice screeched out and she was met with silence.

You exhaled gruffly and squeezed the bridge of your nose. "Macy, I swear to- let's do this, team!" This time, it was met with a round of cheer as they dispersed to familiarise themselves with their tables for the night.

A pleased sigh escaped you, content with your small but mighty team that you had managed to drag out of bed to work the floor. A glance to the suspiciously blank specials menu made you curse under your breath. You were going to have to talk to Zeff to get tonight's specials. With a defeated sigh, you clipped your pen to your shirt and sucked in a deep breath, before making your way to the kitchen where it sounded like food preparations were already underway.

"...and get those lamb in the cold room!" Zeff's voice was apparent the second you walked through those doors. The kitchen was a mess of people marching backwards and forwards like ants while Zeff, their queen, barked orders as they passed by. You thought about just turning around and pretending that the fight had never happened in the first place, but the old man spotted you and waved you over with a finger. "What can I get you, Sprout?" You breathed out a sigh of relief, hearing his nickname for you was like a wave of fresh air.

You straightened up and grabbed your pen. "Hey geezer, what's the specials tonight?"

He waited for you to finish writing "Specials" across the top of your sheet of paper. "We have Lobster Thermidor paired with the 1500s Chardonnay, or a White Burgundy if they snub the Chardonnay. Then we have classic Red-Wine Braised Lamb Shanks that you can pair with any Grenache you find." He slid a piece of paper to you. "These are the prices. I only want you handling checks tonight."

Out of sheer habit, you slipped the piece of paper into your bra. "Why's that?"

"Because someone messed up the till last night, and I want someone I can trust running it."

That made your heart clench. You sighed. "Look, Zeff," You started and lowered your clipboard. "I'm sorry for stepping out of line earlier. I was angry. Sanji was trying to get some 'us' time because we haven't even been awake at the same time for the last couple months. And when we have it's been with me running the floor and him- you know what I mean. Look, I'd never walk out on you, Zeff."

His face, as always, was blank, but you can tell he was processing what you had just said. He was quiet, but then he nodded. "Get those specials on the board. We open in ten." You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded, then turned around. "Don't fuss, little brussel sprout."

A smile wormed its way onto your face and you looked over your shoulder at him. "Fussin' ain't worth fussing over. Isn't that what you say?" You barely dodged an incoming head of lettuce.

"Good evening, welcome to the Baratie. My name is (Y/N), can I get you started with some drinks tonight?" You were a natural at this. It didn't matter if you were having an "anti-person day", as Sanji called it, there was no denying that you had talent.

The man with soft, pink hair hummed and looked over the menu. His brass knuckles glistening under the dim lighting of the restaurant. "What are your specials for the night?"

A polite smile went a long way. "The chef has prepared for you a selection of the most wonderful meals made only from the finest and freshest ingredients in the Ease Blue. We have Lobster Thermidor paired with a Chardonnay that I find adds a bit of a fruity, uplifting compliment to the meal. And we have our high-in-demand Lamb Shanks braised in a nice red wine, and paired with only the best Grenache you can find for miles." You didn't bother telling him that it was the same Grenache you had found in the back of the freezer from four months ago.

"That sounds lovely, and what is the cost?"

You quietly hissed and looked over at the beautiful blonde who was sitting across from him, then leaned in to whisper. "I find it's best not to discuss such things on a date. You wouldn't want her to think she isn't worth it, right?"

Well, that certainly worked. He slowly looked between you and his date, who smiled sweetly and encircled the rim of her glass with her perfectly manicured french tips. He cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair. "You're right. We'll take one of each, and I'll have to rely on you for what pairs best."

You took the menu he offered with a smile and a nod. "Very well sir, I hope you two enjoy yourselves. Our bar is open all night." And with a wink, you danced away to the kitchen to place 'his' order. It was easy with men like that. All you had to do was dangle their woman's respect in front of them and they'd eat shit just to keep her smiling. But despite the monotony of it at times, you met a lot of interesting people from different backgrounds. You gave a small wave at the man at table two, a regular who had just come back from his royal ballet tour appearance and was with his rich, aristocrat girlfriend, who he said wasn't feeling well.

An set of voices, loud and uncouth, came from above and you stopped to cast a glance upwards. They were... pirates? Well, Zeff did say that they'd been more active around this area as of late, so it wasn't that much of a surprise - especially since there was already a couple tables of them. Sapi looked a little overwhelmed, so you sighed and grabbed a nearby waitress. "Could you take an order to the kitchen for me? It's table three with the two specials, two too. The man at two in the tutu wants it blue, but not at two with Ms. Sue in the red shoes. She has a touch of the flu, so any red meat or roux will make her spew. Got it?"

She blinked. "I think so?"

You patted her on the shoulder and briskly floated up the stairs with as much grace as a head waitress could muster. Their conversation slowly grew louder and you were able to hear some of their conversation. "My apologies, but I don't accept money for-"

"Is there something I can help you with?" At your words, the group looked over and Sapi, who had been trying to refuse some berri the orange-haired woman was offering him, visibly relaxed.

"Nothing is the matter, this group was just leaving." He answered and looked at them to see if they got the hint. The woman sighed in defeat and pocketed her cash. You looked over at the two young men leant against the railing staring into the restaurant below, they were very excited and looked as if they hadn't eaten a proper meal for a few days.

With your mind set, you glanced over at the time, then straightened up and smiled. "You know what? It's seven, so I believe we might have a booth available if that's suitable for your needs?"

She smiled and breathed out a small sigh of relief. "Thank you, here-"

You held up a hand before she could reach into her pocket. "Save that for your meal." With a quick nod to Sapi, you stepped aside and gestured toward the staircase. "Follow me." The man with green hair and three swords rubbed you the wrong way almost the second you laid eyes on him, and you could tell he felt the same way. It was almost a sense of mutual familiarity. But you broke off eye contact to lead the rest of this strange, rambunctious crew further into the Baratie. "The Baratie was established by our current owner Zeff, and we recently celebrated our tenth anniversary."

The boy in the straw hat gawked at everything he saw and heard you say, and smiled brightly. "This place looks like it serves good food!"

That brought a smile to your face. "It does," You said as you guided them to their booth amidst other pirates and similar rough-looking guests. "And I don't just say that because my boyfriend's the sous chef."

"Are you sure about that?" The guy in a pirate costume asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief and laughing along with his young friend.

You smiled along and shook your head. "I'll let you guys get settled in and will return in about five minutes with a menu. Please enjoy the music." With a few friendly waves and a "see you in a bit!" from the straw hat boy, you turned and walked toward the back of the room to collect a few menus.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and your boyfriend appeared looking more than a bit annoyed. You didn't even think he was on the line tonight, but your attention was drawn to two men who had began to cause a bit of a ruckus. You weren't close enough to hear what was being said, but you tucked the menus under your armpit and darted toward the pair that were now being consoled by Sanji. "...we don't waste food, and there's no fighting at the Baratie." You slowed your walk toward them and continued at a crawl. The man you had served not that long ago was dealing with a rowdy pirate. You heard something that sounded like a threat and Sanji spoke up again, his voice cutting through the argument before it had the chance to escalate. "And I'd like to pour you each a glass of Ithürzburger Stein. On the house."

The pirate nodded. "Okay, I'll have that drink." His brows furrowed and his voice grew irrate. "After he apologies for his bad manners!"

"Over my dead body." That was certainly the wrong answer. With a growl, they both lunged for each other and you sped toward them, watching as Sanji, in a blur, flipped over the table and kicked each of them.

The pink haired man grunted and got back up on his feet, drawing his gun but then froze when he felt something cold dig into his back. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." You warned, shoving your own gun into his back and whispered in his ear. "Drop it." Like the coward he was, he did and you effortlessly slammed the butt of your weapon into his temple - knocking him out cold.

You motioned for a nearby waitress to deal with the unconscious men, then snapped your attention to Sanji who picked up his plate of scones and continued his walk. "No cause for alarm, folks. Please, enjoy your meals." He called out and you quickly pocketed your gun back into your thigh-holster, smoothing out your dress and turning to the waitress who had arrived at your side.

After gesturing for her to take them out the back door, you readjusted yourself and quickly walked up to Sanji's side who's forced smile made you tilt your head in confusion. He shook his head, he didn't want to talk about it just yet. You both made the few steps over to the table you had just seated and, despite his mood, he set down the plate with his usual grace. "Hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food. My name is Sanji. What can I get for you?" While he spoke, you placed down some menus and tried to ignore the straw hat boy who was currently stuffing his face full of our complimentary scones.

The woman grabbed a menu from you with a smile, but the others had their eyes locked onto Sanji. "One of everything, please!" The straw hat boy called out without taking a look at the menu you had walked twenty feet in high heels to collect.

"Any drinks?" Your boyfriend offered as he shoved his hands into his pocket, unconsciously looking for his packet of smokes that you knew he couldn't light. You briefly wondered if you should offer him a smoke break to calm him down. "One of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?"

"Giving us the hard sell, huh?" She asked as she slowly lowered her menu and you found it increasingly harder not to smack the blond.

And, as usual, his entire demeanour changed. "Apologies, madam. I didn't see you there. Would you care for an aperitif to start? We have several rare Micqueot vintages in stock. Or perhaps you'd like a glass of Umeshu? You know, something sweet-" He winked. "-for someone sweet."

"Something wrong with your eye?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow.

You cleared your throat. "No, but there is something wrong with his head if he thinks he can flirt with another girl in front of his girlfriend."

That garnered a few giggles, snickers and mock gasps from the table. Sanji chuckled and turned to you. "I hope I'm not in the doghouse tonight?" He pulled you in and gave you a quick kiss on your cheek, but you waved him off.

"We'll see." You shot him a not-so-serious warning look and focused back on the table. "Sorry about that, did I hear you were after some drinks?"

The green-haired male looked you up and down, faint recognition in his eyes as he cleared his throat. "Can I get a beer and something for my friends?"

The pirate-costumed man spoke up. "Two beers. I usually have three, but-"

"And a milk!"

You scribbled down their orders, and Sanji's hand crept around your waist. "Three beers and a milk. And, uh, for madam?"

"Water."

"Still, sparking, mineral? With ice or without? Cubed or crushed?"

You stopped writing and slowly looked up to your boyfriend. "...Taken, Sanji." You reminded him and he stared back at you innocently.

Even the woman leaned back in confusion. "Regular water, in a regular glass. Thanks."

"Right away." He said with a wistful expression, and with the roll of your eyes, you dragged him away before he made a further fool of himself.

AN: Sorry about ending it there, but it was getting WAY too long and I figured it'd be easier to break it up into multiple pieces rather than having one solid chunk of 12k words. Or however long this fic ends up being. I'm actually kinda digging it, so I may continue to write it for a while! Also, I have no idea how old Sanji is meant to be in this universe? According to the internet (and the massive reddit fight I accidentally spawned) it's a tossup between 19 and 26 (OP Sanji's vs the actor's actual age.)

I also hope you appreciate the word-puns. I don't know why but I really enjoy writing them and love to include them in my writing-

[surftrips]

who's the guy?

pairing: jj maybank x reader (ft. the pogues!)

summary: the pogues find out y/n is seeing a new guy, and will not stop until they find out who he is.

word count: 846

a/n: just a short fluff piece! <3

"Soooo, what's his name?" Sarah asked, leaning towards you and batting her eyelashes.

"Whose name?" JJ had just joined you and the rest of the Pogues in John B.'s living room.

"Apparently, there is a mystery man in Y/N's life and she won't give him up!" Kie explained.

"Oh, is that so? I hope he knows how to fight," JJ said, looking at you with a glint in his eye.

"Hey! No one is fighting anyone!" you responded, actively trying not to blush at his comment.

"Okay, but we need to know if he's good enough for our Y/N. What does he look like?" Kie pressed you for answers.

You sighed, "He's tall, has blonde hair, he's super smart, like Pope level-"

John B. interrupted you, "You being for real? No one is smarter than Pope."

"If you hadn't interrupted me, you would've heard me say that he is as smart as Pope, I didn't say smarter," you replied matter-of-factly.

Sarah giggled, "Ignore him. What else can you tell us!!"

Honestly, you didn't want to give too much away. As much as you loved the Pogues, you also enjoyed the thrill that came with having a secret relationship. Plus, there was no pressure to make appearances or act a certain way in public. You two could just be yourselves.

However, this conversation was a whole lot of fun, and you and him had figured it was about time to reveal your secret soon anyway.

"Well, let's see..." You tapped your index finger on your chin as you contemplated what to reveal next. "He likes to go surfing and on fishing trips."

"Okay, so literally any other Pogue on the island?" Pope joked.

"Oh, yeah, he's a Pogue if I've ever seen one," you chuckled.

The room was silent for a second while everyone tried to figure out who it was you had been sneaking off to see for the past few weeks.

"Ugh, I don't know," Kie groaned. "You're positive we've met this guy before?"

"Yes. 100%." It took everything in you not to erupt into a fit of laughter right then and there.

"Alright, but on a scale of 1 to 10 how handsome would you say he is?" JJ asked.

John B. nudged his friend in the arm, "JJ, how is that going to help us?"

"Because! I'm clearly a solid 10, and John B., you're like a seven, so we can use that to compare!" JJ barely finished his sentence before JB was throwing his pillow at him.

"Chill, dude! I was joking... kinda!" JJ said in-between the thumps of the pillow hitting his body.

"If you must know, I think he's a ten," you said with a smile, causing John B. to halt his assault on JJ.

Surprisingly, no one caught on to the very obvious hint in front of their faces.

"I seriously can't think of anyone on this island that's a ten," Kie said. You made the mistake of giggling at the thought of her reaction when she would finally find out who it was you were describing.

"What are you laughing at?" she chuckled nervously.

"Oh, nothing. Just how stupid you're gonna feel when I tell you," you answered.

"Are you ever gonna tell us?" Sarah sighed, on the edge of defeat.

"You know what, I don't think I ever will," you said jokingly.

Immediately the room filled with groans and complaints of "Come on!" and "Just say it, we won't judge!" from everyone. Everyone except JJ.

"Dude, you don't wanna know who this guy is?" Pope was asking him.

"I... kinda have a feeling who it is already," he winked at you.

This next hint did not go unnoticed by the rest of the Pogues.

Again, the room erupted with the sounds of your best friends, but this time with confusion and surprise.

"WAIT WHAT??"

"Are you kidding right now?"

"You're sleeping with JJ???"

JJ wrapped his arms around your waist as he came up behind you. "Hey! Watch how you speak about her boyfriend!"

You couldn't help but giggle like a little girl with a crush, because that's exactly how he made you feel.

"You're right, Y/N, I do feel so incredibly stupid right now. It was right in front of our faces this entire time!" Kie exclaimed.

"Yeah- all of those times I 'stayed at home' or left to check on Y/N were just excuses to see each other," JJ explained.

You wish you could've captured the faces of your friends as they reacted to this news. It was priceless.

"Wait- there's one thing I don't get though. Didn't you say he was as smart as Pope....?" John B. asked, both confused and amused.

"Yeah... haha about that... I only said it as a joke to throw y'all off," you admitted.

"What?? So you don't think I'm as smart as Pope?" JJ said to you, acting, or actually offended, you couldn't tell.

"Babe, I said you were a solid ten. I think that should be enough for your ego today."

[milesmolasses]

Don't Blame Me

miles morales x reader

warnings: nothing i can think of

basically, you and Miles are a cute little couple, and you help him dye his hair at midnight (he has waves)

The time was 12.34pm EST, and most of the apartments in Ocean Hill Brooklyn had their lights off and curtains closed. You and Miles were in a 24HR drug store across the street from his apartment, checking out their hair supplies aisle- just when you were about to grab your hair mask treatment, Miles came running to you from halfway down the aisle.

"YEOOOOO, look what I found! We finna bring the demons out tonight," he said in a playful, scratchy tone. You looked at what he had in his hand and saw the platinum blonde hair dye he was holding.

"You wanna be Frank Ocean so damn bad, don't you? You know you're destroying your hair if you do that, right?"

"Nah, I've had virgin hair for forever; my hair can't get ruined after dying it once. That's just stupid," he waved his hand dismissively to my comment on him literally killing his beautiful hair.

"Miles use your head: it's 12 in the morning, and you aren't thinking straight. Trust, you don't want to do this and wake up in the morning regretting shit," I tried to grab the dye out of his hand, but he held onto the box with such a tight grip and a determined look on his cute face, really telling me he wanted to do this.

"No, no no no no, I am thinking straight; believe me, I have thought about this a lot. I can show you my Pinterest hair board right now, and it's full of niggas with blonde waves. Frank Ocean is calling my name Y/N, PLEASE let me do this," he went on and on. He looked at me with a pleading look in his eye, attempting a cute puppy dog face with his chapped pouty lips.

"... A'ight fine, but we getting you some damn chapstick with your cracked ass lips."

"Alright not too much on me, baby. You gon help me dye it though?"

It felt as if he was counting on me to say yes, so I agreed to help him dye his hair. We soon walked up to the register with my hair mask and a new conditioner for his hair, a bag of mini KitKats, the blonde dye, and some Vaseline. I paid for the items, wondering how much I would have to apologize to Rio for destroying her sons hair.

As we walked back to his place, we stopped by the deli to pick up some more snacks- two bags of chips, jolly ranchers, and a sandwich for Miles. We made it back and quietly snuck upstairs to the bathroom, but not without first dropping the food off in Miles's room. We made our way to the bathroom with the dye and the purple conditioner/toner, and I made Miles sit down on the edge of the bath tub while I prepped all the supplies.

"You're a W girlfriend for dying my hair and buying me snacks..." I was having my doubts about this whole "dying my boyfriend's hair thing" because I really didn't want to be the cause of something Miles might regret later on. Also, I kinda liked his regular black hair- I thought it was cute, plus he already had waves, so I didn't get why he wanted to dye his hair on top of that.

"Look, don't be upset with me, ok? I've been actually wanting to do this for the longest time, and I really do appreciate you doing this for me."

"Oh Miles, I'm not upset with you. C'mon, you know I love you but I'm just a little worried about how this will all turn out. I don't want you to regret this later on. Plus keeping up with dyed hair is expensive as fuck, bro," he looked at me again, this time, without the puppy dog looks; more like a sad and disappointed seal. He didn't want to make me worried I could tell.

"Alright look, imma dye it, fix up your hair, and we'll see how it looks unwrapped in the morning, is that ok?" He smiled and took my hand kissing it softly while looking up at me.

"Perfect."

And so I got to work, giving him a towel to drape over his shoulders, bleaching his hair while listening to his moans and groans about how much it burned, putting in the platinum color in his hair, and toning it after. We washed his hair and dried it with a t-shirt, added light amounts of pomade to his hair, finger waved and brushed it, and finally came the durag.

"How did it look? You was the one doin' it, so tell me, how did it look?"

"You gonna have to find out when you wake up tomorrow. Yo, lemme crash here. I'm mad tired right now," I walked out of the bathroom, already knowing his answer to my question. I walked my way back to his room, opening the black deli bag of snacks.

He turned on the ceiling projector which showed what seemed like trillions of little life-like stars on his ceiling. He plopped down onto his bed with me, turning to the bag to grab his sandwich as we stared at the ceiling projector eating our food.

The sunlight crept through Miles's curtains, basking us in the warm indication that a new day had arrived. My eyes blinked slowly and steadily as I shuffled through the bed I was lying in. I looked to my right and saw that the bed was empty and called out "Miles" absentmindedly.

"I'm in here," he yelled out of what I assumed was his bathroom. I rubbed my eyes as I strolled out of his bed and towards his bathroom. I walked in on a sight to behold;

A Miles I had never seen before was staring straight into the mirror, rubbing the neat blonde waves on the top of his head, smiling a smile I had never seen before.

"You are amazing. I can't believe this is what I look like, holy shit.." his smile grew even larger than before when his eyes finally met mine.

"Oh my lord, look at my mannnn," I squealed as I put my hands over my mouth in shock. Of course, I knew what the waves had looked like— I'm the one who did his hair— but seeing him so happy with my finished work made me even happier with myself and Miles.

"Me and Frank Ocean are literally twinning right now."

"He prolly don't even have them blonde waves no more."

"Why can't you just let me be happy?"

I laughed at his straight face when he said that, knowing it was only a joke. I walked closer to him so that we were both seen in the mirror, just looking at each other. He placed his hands on my shoulder as he kissed the top of my head. Something about this kiss screamed "thank you" or "I love you for this," and it made me feel warm inside as I stared into his eyes through the mirror.

Suddenly, as if he had just come to a realization, he whispered, "I gotta show my mom... shit"

AYEEEE this took me so long to write for literally no reason

can u tell how much i love frank ocean? lol

I DO NOT CONDONE SLEEPING IN BED WITH YOUR OUTSIDE CLOTHES! THAT SHIT IS DIRTY!

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from episodes 5 & 6 ( "eat at baratie!" & "the chef and the chore boy" ) of the netflix live action one piece series. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ how about we sail away as fast as we can? ❜

❛ about the battle, you wanna talk about it? ❜

❛ there's something on the breeze. smells like butter. soy sauce. and meat. ❜

❛ think he has brain damage? ❜

❛ i smell food, which means that there's someone somewhere cooking. ❜

❛ what's a... baratie? ❜

❛ let's eat! ❜

❛ you'll have to excuse them. they're idiots. ❜

❛ wanna take this outside? ❜

❛ are you asking me to dance? 'cause i kind of had my eye on that blonde at table eight. ❜

❛ i call it a true bluefin sauté. it's elephant tuna, seared asparagus, in a sweet soy reduction. ❜

❛ if i gotta sling one more prime rib medium-well, i am going to drop dead of boredom, you old shitbag! ❜

❛ this ain't gonna be a fight. i'm just going to kill him. ❜

❛ hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food. ❜

❛ one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal? ❜

❛ apologies, madam, i didn't see you there. ❜

❛ something wrong with your eye? ❜

❛ just blinded by your beauty. ❜

❛ nami's got a boyfriend. ❜

❛ did i catch you in the middle of something? ❜

❛ just killing some time. ❜

❛ who's the quarry? ❜

❛ doesn't sound like much of a challenge. ❜

❛ why are you after me? ❜

❛ you woke me from my nap. ❜

❛ i can't eat another bite. but it's so good. ❜

❛ who the hell is monkey d. luffy? ❜

❛ i don't even think there's liquor in this. it tastes just like candy. ❜

❛ who's ready for another drink? my treat. ❜

❛ i don't really do regret. no point in looking back. ❜

❛ sometimes, when i try to look ahead, all i see is back. ❜

❛ you know, you're a really good cook. ❜

❛ if a man is hungry, i feed him. ❜

❛ what are you carrying around that's so heavy? ❜

❛ i bet i know more about you than you do about me. ❜

❛ i guess something about you, you drink. you guess something about me, i drink.❜

❛ i have business with your captain. if you know what's good for you, you'll hand him over. ❜

❛ i've been following your career since i was a child. it's an honor to finally meet you, sir. which is why it pains me to inform you that tomorrow... you're going to die. ❜

❛ accept my challenge. you'll see how serious i am. ❜

❛ you want me to say you're the best? you're the best. okay? ❜

❛ you're the best i've ever seen, but you are not better than him. ❜

❛ why do you give a shit? ❜

❛ because you're my friend, you idiot. ❜

❛ you said it yourself. you don't have any friends. ❜

❛ what is that? i'm here for a sword fight. ❜

❛ i don't hunt rabbits with a cannon. ❜

❛ you're brave. i'll give you that. ❜

❛ wounds on the back are a swordsman's greatest shame. ❜

❛ this world could use a few more wild cards. ❜

❛ it's too soon for you to die. grow strong and come find me. i'll be waiting. ❜

❛ you could never fail me. ❜

❛ look, i'm not gonna lie to you. he's lost a lot of blood. it might be too late for him. but it might not be. ❜

❛ he's got one foot in each world right now, caught between life and death. you have to find a way to keep him tethered to our world. ❜

❛ nice of you to announce yourself. ❜

❛ i don't take orders. not even from the likes of you. ❜

❛ what's the matter? don't like fish? ❜

❛ if you don't want the fish, i got two-inch t-bones in the kitchen. or maybe you're in the mood for saffron risotto? ❜

❛ i can make anything. just tell me what you want. ❜

❛ being a captain, it's the toughest job in the world, okay? ❜

❛ how'd you two meet? were you on his crew or something? ❜

❛ oregano's for savages! ❜

❛ you've got a sharp tongue on you, boy. how about i cut it out and fry it up with some pig fat? ❜

❛ do what you want, but i'm not gonna die here. ❜

❛ they're all dead, except for us. ❜

❛ you ate it? you ate your own leg? ❜

❛ you don't even know me. why would you do that for a stranger? ❜

❛ so i'm gonna need you to live on. and i'm gonna need you to fulfill that dream... for both of us. ❜

❛ have any idea what that's like? having someone lose a limb to save your life? ❜

❛ sometimes, when you are in charge, you have to make the tough decisions. ❜

❛ i'd do anything to save him. anything. except stand in the way of his dream. ❜

❛ isn't there something that you want? something more than anything else in this world? ❜

❛ not everyone gets to follow their dreams. ❜

❛ did you not hear what i just said? they are hunting you. we need to run. ❜

❛ i can't let innocent people get hurt because of me. ❜

❛ i hear you're looking for me. ❜

❛ so this is the pirate i've heard so much about? ❜

❛ do you know who i am, boy? ❜

❛ how'd you even know how to find me? ❜

❛ if you bow down to me, i might even let you serve in my kingdom. ❜

❛ i don't bow down to any man. ❜

❛ i told you in the bar i didn't have any friends, but the truth is, i couldn't let myself have them... because i always end up hurting the people closest to me. ❜

❛ why waste your time killing a devil fruit eater? let the sea do it for you. ❜

❛ what is your problem? ❜

❛ me? i'm fine. you're the one with the problem. ❜

❛ you're not gonna be anything, not if you stay here. ❜

❛ it's not like i can just leave. ❜

❛ don't you get it? it's one thing to have a dream. it's another to go after it. ❜

❛ you want my permission? you got it. ❜

❛ i didn't know what to say before, but i know what to say now, and it's so simple. i need you. ❜

❛ you gonna keep talking, or let me get some sleep? ❜

❛ i vow to stand by your side from now until the end. ❜

❛ you're my captain, and i'm your first mate. ❜

❛ heard you guys need a cook. ❜

❛ why are we bringing the waiter? ❜

❛ you keep your feet dry. ❜

❛ you know, all these years, living under your shitty roof, cooking at your shitty restaurant... i owe you my life! ❜

❛ thank you for putting up with my shit all these years, old man. ❜

❛ i'll never forget you! ❜

[cielcreations]

"Hung Up"

When Solidarity confessed his feelings to Tango, expressing his love and desire and asking the other on a date, Tango immediately said yes. He was so happy and excited, especially since he had been crushing on the other for what felt like years. They went on a couple of dates, smiling, laughing, getting to know one another, having fun.

"So, does this make us boyfriends?" Tango teased.

Solidarity blushed and smiled, going to say something before he paused. He seemed to remember something, then sighed, "Listen, I'm going to be completely upfront with you because I do want to be your boyfriend and stuff, but I have this... ex..."

"Is it a crazy stalker ex?"

"Not really. Just..." The dirty blonde tried to think of a way to word it, "He and I share a big friend group and he has convinced them that I'm apparently still hung up on him and that he was so kind to continue being my friend even though we broke up. Oh, and the reason I haven't dated anyone is cause I'm totally waiting for him to come back!" He groaned, visibly annoyed as sarcasm laced his voice, "Hell, he's convinced my siblings of this when he's the one calling me drunk in the middle of the night!"

"Why haven't you blocked him, if you don't mind me asking?" Tango questioned.

The dirty blonde sighed, "It's cause of the friend group we share. I've always been really awkward, so I just became friends with my siblings friends and then when I began dating Scott, my ex, I became friends with his friends. I don't really have a lot of my own friends and, if I block him, everyone would make it this big deal, like I broke the law or something and I just..." He sighed again, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to vent..."

"No, no, it's fine." The blonde reassured with a smile, gently putting a hand on his shoulder, "I understand. It's probably really annoying and frustrating and I'm guessing you don't have a lot of people to talk to about this."

Solidarity weakly nodded, "...I just don't want to rock the boat. Makes my anxiety shoot through the roof. If I just go with it, no matter how uncomfortable I am, it'll be fine."

Tango hugged him, "But that's not healthy, Soli..."

"I-I know, I know... I just don't know what to do..."

"We'll work on it, okay? First step to fixing a problem is acknowledging there is a problem, so you're on the right track already!"

Solidarity laughed before he hummed, "Anyways, all this to say that if we do start dating and you get these comments about how I'm supposedly not over Scott or how you're 'just a rebound', that's untrue and ignore it. Scott and I broke up in high school."

"Wait, wait, with how you talked about this, this sounds like a recent break up! You guys broke up in high school?"

"Yep. And trust me, I know." He sighed, "It's why I moved here, mainly to put some distance between myself and the friend group and my siblings. I don't want them to choose between Scott and I, but I just don't want to hear how hung up I apparently am or how I need to get back in the dating field or if I ignore Scott or don't do something for him, I'm holding a grudge!" He huffed.

Tango hugged him more, "Well, don't worry, I'm not one to take shit lying down! If they want to poke fun, I poke back but harder!" He giggled, "In the meantime, why don't I introduce you to my friends? It'll be good to meet new people, plus it will help to keep your mind of things!"

Solidarity smiled, "I'd like that."

The two became an official couple, Tango showing Solidarity off to all his friends. Solidarity asked Tango if he was okay with him waiting before he told his friends and siblings, Tango not minding. In the meantime, the dirty blonde fit right in with Skizz, Impulse, Zed, Bdubs, and Etho. With his clumsy, adorable but sweet attitude, it meshed well with the chaotic mess that could be Skizz and Zed in the same room. Solidarity also got along with Etho and Impulse, the three usually acting as the peacemakers when Tango and Bdubs joined in on whatever chaos Zed and Skizz tried to bring. It was overall a great thing and Tango could see his beautiful boyfriend seemed to glow even more. It was like a dark cloud he noticed that was always over Solidarity's head seemed to finally disappear, especially since he's been on his phone or computer less, talking to that friend group less.

One night, the group were all at Impulse's house, sharing a few drinks and laughs, when Solidarity's phone buzzed. He hummed, a bit tipsy as he answered the phone without checking the caller ID.

"Hello-" He paused and his face fell immediately. He looked at Tango, who looked at him, concerned. Solidarity then seemed to get an idea, eyes widening as he smirked, "Okay, wait one second, hold on!" He put the phone on speaker, leaning into Tango, "Can you hear me?"

"Yeaaaah?" A Scottish voice responded in a questioning tone.

"Okay, good." He then looked at the blonde, playing with his hair, "Tango, Light, could you introduce yourself to Scott for me?"

Tango's eyes widened before he smirked, taking the phone, "Hello Mr. Scott, my name is Tango Tek, aka light of Solidarity's life, aka his honey, aka his handsome man, aka his soulmate, aka his rancher, aka his boyfriend, and we are actually currently in the middle of making out so we would appreciate no more interruptions! I know it's been awhile for you, but I need Soli's soft lips on mine, it is quite addicting! To bad you can't experience it! Buh-byyyyyyyye~!" He hung up, everyone laughing as the blonde gave Solidarity his phone back and kissed his cheek.

"Who was that?" Zed asked.

Tango wrapped an arm around his boyfriend, "Crazy ex."

"Crazy stalker ex?" Etho prodded.

"Not stalker level yet." Solidarity reassured, "But definitely crazy ex. From high school."

"Yep, that'll do it." Bdubs joked, "Anyone need another drink? I'm heading to the kitchen."

The night continued and everyone slept over, seeing as they were not going to drink and drive. Tango and Solidarity shared the couch, the dirty blonde acting as Tango's blanket as they cuddled and slept together. So, it made it very obvious when Solidarity got off the couch, causing the blonde to stir as his weighted blanket was no longer there. He sat up, glancing around before hearing something outside. Tango walked outside and saw Solidarity, very clearly frustrated, tears in his eyes with the tension in his body.

"...Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, i didn't tell you guys for this exact reason?!" Solidarity yelled, "...Yeah, you're my brother, and yet you constantly choose Scott over me! Don't-! ...No, you can't even say that, don't you dare say that! I've told you repeatedly that Scott makes me uncomfortable, that I don't like him being around, and you, with everyone else, brushed me off because I 'have to get over him!'" The dirty blonde said in a mocking voice with air quotes.

He was silent, before hissing out, "He called me! The only reason you all now know I'm dating is cause Scott can't get over the fact I moved two hours away from everyone and refuse to give him my address or pick him up when he goes out drinking! I was going to tell you all on my time, but of course, Scott ruined it because he fucking ruins everything! So, yes, I am dating someone! Okay?! Happy?! Bye!" He hung up.

Tango moved and hugged him, Solidarity leaning into him. The blonde rubbed the other's back, feeling Solidarity shake in frustration as his tears stained Tango's shirt. Tango cooed and rubbed circles into his back, kissing his forehead.

"I'm so sick of him..." The dirty blonde murmured.

Tango nodded, "Do you want me to block him for you?"

"No, it-"

"I can be the bad guy. If he complains, tell him and his flying monkeys that I feel uncomfortable with your ex trying to talk with you."

Solidarity hummed, "Later... Just hold me now..."

Tango hugged him tighter, "Gladly."

After everyone had woken up and began eating breakfast, Tango took Solidarity's phone, sending Scott a text and prefaced it by saying it was him and how he didn't feel comfortable with Scott talking to Solidarity when they were together and to please not text or call him anymore before blocking him. When the two got home, Solidarity had gotten a bunch of texts from his brother and sister as well as mutual friends he had with Scott, all saying how they didn't know he was dating someone new, asking why he didn't tell them, and then asking why Tango blocked Scott.

"The more they talk, the more I just want to go no contact." Solidarity admitted, "It's always about Scott. If I don't help him, I'm an asshole holding a grudge over the breakup. If I do help, I'm still hung up. Blocking him for 'no reason' is not okay and I need to let go. I'm just so over this."

Tango took his phone and shut it off, "Okay, let's just forget about electronics for the day. How about we do something to get your mind off things?"

"Like what?"

Tango kissed his cheek, smiling, "We could go to the bedroom~?"

"Oh my god!" Solidarity laughed, "Trying to get in my pants when this is serious talk?"

"Serious does not mean important! Besides, it'll make sure your mind is only on me soooooo~?"

"You're ridiculous." The dirty blonde kissed his nose, smiling, "Let's go."

When Solidarity turned his phone on the next day, he sent a simple text to everyone.

Solidarity:  Yes, I'm in a new relationship, I have been for two months. I didn't say anything because I wanted to wait and get more serious. I also don't want to jeopardize this relationship. Out of respect for Tango, and myself, I'm going to ask you to stop trying to get me to talk with Scott. 

Of course, people tried to ask more questions, but he made another text, simply saying "I don't feel comfortable sharing anymore details. Please just respect my boundaries." Of course, some complained, but he just closed his phone, ignoring it.

"I think they're starting to see you've developed quite a backbone!" Tango encouraged.

"Thanks to you, really." The dirty blonde smiled, "I really like you and our relationship means more to me than that friend group. Time to actually prove it, I guess."

"I'm proud of you." Tango kissed his lips, "I know it's hard putting down boundaries and sticking up for yourself, but once you get used to it, it becomes easier."

Solidarity nodded, smiling.

***

Solidarity didn't introduce Tango to his brother and sister and the friend group for about a year. Tango respected his decision and understood why, judging from their reactions when the dirty blonde first blocked Scott, he wasn't sure they would even accept that Solidarity actually moved on. However, it was Christmas and Solidarity explained he had been skipping the past couple holidays because he knew Scott would be there and didn't want to deal with the inevitable.

"It's been a year and we've been together ever since. Why don't we give them a chance?"

Solidarity was hesitant, "...I don't know."

"Come on, please?" Tango hugged him, "I can handle myself just fine, love! And I can shut them down! You know I can!"

The dirty blonde hesitated again before he sighed, "The moment I feel uncomfortable and ask you to pack your stuff, we leave."

"Of course!"

So, they made their way to Solidarity's brother's house, two hours away. Solidarity tapped anxiously on the steering wheel, biting his bottom lip.

"It's okay, we'll be fine." Tango reassured, able to see the other white-knuckling the steering wheel.

"I-I just-!" He took a deep breath, "I know Scott is probably going to be there and he's going to mention our high school days a lot." 

Tango shrugged, "Okay?"

"We used to call ourselves 'Flower Husbands' because we were teenagers exploring our sexuality or how he was my first relationship or how he was my first kiss or how he was my first whatever else." The dirty blonde rolled his eyes, sighing, "He's just going to try to embarrass me or make you jealous or something else."

"Was he your first? In, like, the bedroom department?"

Solidarity blushed darkly, "T-TANGO!"

"Yes or no?"

"I-I already told you, you were my first- oh..." The dirty blonde chuckled, "You are going to use that, aren't you?"

The blonde snickered, "Of course! I'll just mention how I deflowered one of the Flower Husbands and maybe it'll shut him up!"

"Idiot." Solidarity teased.

They continued talking and laughing, having an amazing time as they distracted themselves while driving. Eventually, they pulled up to the house and Solidarity sighed, taking a deep breath. There were a couple of cars already crowding the driveway, so Solidarity just parked in the grass. Tango was the first to step out, but the dirty blonde didn't move. He went to the driver's side, opening the door and kneeling down. He could see the other shaking a bit, biting his bottom lip anxiously, tapping his fingers on the wheel.

"It's okay." Tango reassured, cupping his face, "Soli, it's fine. You know me, I won't get jealous or feel threatened or whatever, no matter what anyone says."

"I-I know, I just..." Solidarity leaned into his touch, closing his eyes as he shook a bit, "I'm not worried about you..."

"Excuse me?"

Tango turned, seeing a brunette woman standing on the porch.

"Can I help you?" She asked, "Are you lost? This is private property."

"Uh, no, I'm not lost! Hi, I'm Tango, Soli's boyfriend!" Tango explained, standing up.

"'Soli?'" She repeated, confused.

"Solidarity?" Tango explained, "I-I call him Soli!"

Solidarity hesitantly got out of the car, Tango hovering over him. He shut the car door and smiled, but the man could see the anxiety written on his face still. Solidarity took Tango's hand in his, the blonde squeezing reassuringly.

"Hi Pearl." Solidarity smiled, relaxing a bit as he motioned to the blonde, "This is Tango. My boyfriend for a year and three months."

"Four months, really! I just wanted to take you out on a lot of pre-boyfriend dates!" Tango argued.

"Don't tell on yourself, Tango, my sister will think you're a coward for waiting a month to officially ask to be my boyfriend." The dirty blonde teased before looking at Pearl, "It's good to see you."

The brunette laughed, "Awww, you both are cute. It's nice to meet you Tango!" She walked over, hugging her brother, "And good to see ya, Jim. Come on! We're still waiting on a couple of people!"

They walked inside and Solidarity introduced Tango to Grian, his brother, and then some of the people in the friend group. Gem and Fwhip (who were twins), Joel and Lizzie (a married couple), Cleo, Scar, and Mumbo. All were polite, introducing themselves.

"Other people will be coming, but it's good to finally meet Solidarity's secret boyfriend!" Joel teased, raising an eyebrow, "Scott will be coming, hope it won't make you uncomfortable." He said in a nice tone, but Tango and Solidarity knew he was mocking the blonde.

Solidarity narrowed his eyes slightly, annoyed.

However, Tango just smiled, "Actually, it'd be great to meet the person who drunk called at two am and immediately hung up when I answered!" He said in the same nice voice before he looked at the dirty blonde, fake gasping, "WAIT! Do you think he hung up cause he had a crush on me?! Oh my god, Soli, I'm not prepared, where's the bathroom! I need to make myself presentable!"

Everyone laughed besides Joel, who narrowed his eyes a bit. Solidarity looked at Joel, took Tango's hand and kissed the blonde's cheek before pulling him to the couch. Everyone either caught up with Solidarity or got to know Tango better. Occasionally, either Fwhip or Joel would slip in a snarky comment about Tango blocking Scott or feeling uncomfortable with Scott, but disguised it as playful banter. Tango never took the bait, laughing it off or giving it right back.

At one point, he asked Joel, "Oh, so Lizzie must still talk to her exes, right? Seeing as you're so interested in Soli talking to his!"

Joel actually seemed shocked by this, responding, "Uh, no? Why would she? We're married, I wouldn't want her doing that."

"Huh, weird that you wouldn't want your wife talking to her exes." Tango looked at Solidarity, "I couldn't imagine that."

"Me either." Solidarity hummed, looking at Joel, "Anyways, what were you saying about Scott?"

That seemed to be the moment Joel sort of backed off. Fwhip still tried to get under Tango's skin, but Solidarity knew his boyfriend was a master of "not giving a shit". He watched Tango take whatever was thrown at him and either laughed it off or gave the same energy right back. He smiled and leaned into the other, happy.

However, after about an hour and a half, a couple more people arrived. Tango was introduced to Sausage, Martyn and Ren (a couple, Martyn being one of the ones who Solidarity actually talked to on a regular basis and who Tango immediately liked as the blonde whispered to him "Scott's a huge dick but has everyone wrapped around his finger, don't let him get to you or Timmy."), Big B, and Cub.

And, of course, Scott.

The man was last to arrive. He walked in and everyone, besides Solidarity, Tango, Martyn, and Ren, cheered, saying hi to him and giving him a hug. Scott laughed and hugged back before turning. He gasped as his eyes landed on Solidarity, smiling brightly.

"Dary, oh my god, it's been forever! How are you? It's so good to finally see you again!" He opened his arms to give the other a hug.

Tango could see his boyfriend stiffen up. So, he stepped in front of him and hugged Scott instead, "Hi! It's nice to finally meet you! I've heard so much about you from Grian, Joel, and Fwhip!" Scott pulled back, confused, but Tango held his hand, shaking it.

"Oh, uh, who are-?"

"It's such a pleasure to meet you! My name is Tango!" The blonde smiled innocently, "I'm Soli's boyfriend! We've been dating for a year and four months, not that anyone is counting."

"Three. You insisted on taking me on one month pre-boyfriend dates." Solidarity laughed.

"But we were still exclusive!" Tango turned around and gave Solidarity a hug, the dirty blonde happily returning it, "So that month counts!"

"You know what? It's Christmas, we'll let it count!"

"Yes!" The blonde cheered before he looked back at Scott, leaning into the dirty blonde. Solidarity wrapped one arm around his shoulders as Tango hugged his side, smiling at the other, "Anyways, yeah, it's so nice to finally meet you!"

Solidarity offered his other hand, seeing as the one was wrapped around Tango and too occupied for a hug, "Good to see you again, Scott."

Scott was obviously displeased, but smiled, shaking Solidarity's hand, "You too, Dary."

The man left to greet everyone else as Martyn and Ren walked towards Tango and Solidarity.

"Well damn, I like you." Martyn chuckled, whispering, "You sure know the rules of Scott's game."

Tango smiled innocently, "No idea what you're talking about."

Solidarity laughed, "Mar and I fake dated for awhile in hopes of Scott dropping the whole 'I'm hung up' shtick, and he's never acted like that."

"You got under his skin good." Ren complimented, the four looking at Scott, who was talking with Joel and Lizzie, "He's just going to step up his game."

"Good." Tango chuckled, "I hope so. Soli, how uncomfortable am I going to make everyone?"

"You have my complete consent to do whatever you want to do."

"Ohoho, that's dangerous, Love."

"It is for them, Light."

For the night, Tango stuck to Solidarity like glue, acting like the clingiest boyfriend in the world and Solidarity couldn't be happier with it. They mainly sat on the couch and talked with others, Scott moving to sit beside them occasionally. Because Solidarity was sitting against the arm rest and Tango was next to him, Scott simply sat on Tango's other side, even though he seemed a bit unhappy about it. The conversation flowed with people asking Solidarity how he was doing, if he would be visiting more, and asking Tango about his work, what he did, etc.

Scott would try to bring up something about an old date, but Tango would "accidentally" interrupt, telling a story about their first date or the time Solidarity taught Tango how to ice skate or the time Tango showed Solidarity a trick he knew on how to always win claw machines, even taking out his phone and gushing about the cat he and Solidarity adopted together that Solidarity named Norman.

"He loves naming animals human names, it's sooooooo cute!" Tango giggled before gasping, turning to look at Scott, "Oh, sorry, I hope you don't mind! I'm just so happy to finally meet everyone! I mean, Soli was so scared coming down here, thinking I wouldn't be accepted or fit in. I'm sure you've had to help him through an anxiety or panic attack before, right!"

Scott stared, "No, actually, I haven't."

"Oh, really?" Tango asked, faking confusion because he knew the answer.

"Wait, since when have you had anxiety, Solidarity?" Fwhip asked.

Gem elbowed him, "Dude. Not how you ask."

"It's cool Gem, I was only recently diagnosed so I don't blame him." Solidarity chuckled, smiling awkwardly before looking at Tango, "It was I think two months after I met you? So that's... what, two years?"

"That sounds about right." He looked at the rest of the group, smiling innocently, "He must've changed a lot since high school if no one noticed." He hummed, looking at Scott, "Poor thing was so nervous no one would like me! He was so scared no one would accept me because they all were hung up on you and your past relationship!" 

Scott narrowed his eyes a bit, Solidarity blushing as he let out a "T-Tango!"

Everyone laughed, either not noticing the slight accusation or choosing to ignore it, conversation continuing to flow. At one point, Solidarity had to use the bathroom, the man standing up to go. Tango playfully cried out an "Don't leave me!", the group continuing to laugh, talk, and joke.

"Oh, Tango, I have to ask-" Scott smiled innocently at the blonde, "-does Dary still get embarrassed over PDA? I swear, kissing him is like pulling teeth sometimes!"

"No, actually! He loves to share kisses with me! He's such a giver, it's adorable!" Tango giggled, smiling back innocently, "He's such a cuddler too, he's like a puppy sometimes!"

"I guess that makes sense. I was his first kiss after all, he was so embarrassed about it. I could hardly get him to stay still sometimes!" Scott had a sly smirk on his face, "Guess you can thank me for his confidence! He learned from the best!"

"Nah, it's thanks to me! After all-" He leaned towards Scott, whispering in his ear as he smirked, "-I was the first one to get him to spread his legs."

Scott blushed darkly, eyes widening.

"His entire body was red, he was so embarrassed the first time. But now? I can't keep up, half the time. You should see him on his knees, begging. He's so good at it. He really is like a dog." Tango pulled away, smiling innocently, "A good one! The best one!"

Before anyone could ask or say anything, Solidarity came back. He sat next to Tango, the blonde smirking at Scott. He grabbed the other's chin and pulled him in for a kiss, Solidarity kissing back with no hesitation, even wrapping an arm around his waist. When they pulled back, Tango leaned into him, Solidarity keeping his arm in it's place.

Solidarity laughed a bit, face turning red, "You're ridiculous!"

"You love it!"

Scott excused himself to the bathroom, Tango just smiling.

Eventually, dinner was done and everyone got their plates of food. Scott had come back and got his own food. Tango and Solidarity hadn't noticed that they had switched places (with Tango by the arm rest), so Scott sat beside Solidarity. The blonde went to move or say something, but Solidarity gave him an "it's fine" look and smile. Everyone sat around in the living room, talking, bouncing stories off each other, Tango excitedly listening to the stories of young Solidarity, who either blushed in embarrassment or yelled to "not tell that one!" They asked Tango and Solidarity questions about them and their relationship, what it was like living two hours away, if they had any plans to move back, overall having a good time. 

Until the alcohol was brought out.

Grian offered cups to everyone, Tango looking at Solidarity.

"You drink as much as you want, I'll drive." Solidarity reassured with a smile.

"Can you drive me too, then?" Scott asked, holding his own cup and beginning to gently draw shapes on his arm.

Solidarity stiffened, "I'm sure someone else can, Tango and I have to go in the opposite direction of your place."

"Awwww, you used to do it all the time when we would sneak alcohol." Scott chuckled, "Remember when we would steal my from my dad's stash? Grian caught us one time and was pissed!"

"Yeah, cause I thought Solidarity had never drank before, especially when you were both fifteen!" Grian teased.

Scott laughed, everyone did, but Solidarity and Tango. Tango held Solidarity's hand, rubbing circles in his palm to try and ground him as the other was stiff.

"Come on, I don't drink and drive and I left my car at home knowing about the alcohol! Are you gonna leave this power damsel all by himself?" Scott teased, drawing flower shapes on Solidarity's arm, "Will Tango not let you?" He accused, but said it in a teasing manner, everyone but Solidarity, Tango, Martyn, and Ren chuckling a bit.

The blonde could feel Solidarity tense up more. He smiled innocently, "Scott, why do you always ask Soli, are you still hung up on him?"

"H-Huh?! What, no, he-"

"Then I think it's weird how you always ask Soli." Tango said in the same teasing voice, though his accusation was more clear.

"He's right, Scott!" Martyn called, also having that teasing voice, "You know what, Ren can take us home! Ren's not allowed to drink outside our house!"

"It was one time!" Ren groaned playfully, both still trying to keep the playful energy, trying to ease the tension.

"One too many times!"

Solidarity was still stiff.

Tango spoke up, "Listen, if I convince him to take you home, will you promise we won't get a drunk call? Look how beautiful Soli is! He gets more pretty in his sleep and I can't have you ruining my eye candy!"

Scott flushed before he smiled, recovering with, "Come on, can't we share him? I mean, he already has me blocked because I make you uncomfortable, I just want to spend more time with him! He rarely visits nowadays!"

"Gee, I wonder why." Solidarity said, unable to mask his annoyance.

Tango stopped the teasing, looking at the other, "Soli-"

"What's wrong, Dary?" Scott asked, still tracing shapes on his arm.

Solidarity took a deep breath and retracted his arm, standing up, "Tango, get your things, we're leaving."

Tango stood up and grabbed his and Solidarity's things, seeing as Grian and Pearl stood up, trying to stop their brother, everyone else too stunned to move or say anything at the suddenness.

"Timmy, what's wrong?" "Nothing, I just want to leave-" "Come on Jim, it's Christmas, please stay!" "Both of you, move, I want to leave!" "You were never like this before, what the hell happened?!" "You know what happened!" "No we don't because you refuse to talk or visit us half the time!" "I've told you why, you just refuse to listen to me!"

Tango grabbed Solidarity's arm, pulling him past them, "Come on, Love, just look down, I'll drive-"

"Hold on, we're talking-"

"With all due respect, Grian, your brother is about to have a panic attack!" Tango glared, standing in front of Solidarity, protecting him as the other shook. Martyn and Ren climbed over the couch and tried to calm him down as Tango hissed, "I'm trying to get him away from people and in a safe place so he can calm down! So, if you'll excuse us-"

"Oh, and you know so much more about him than me, right?!" Grian glared, "You guys have been together for a year and yet you know more than his own brother?"

"Apparently, I do, he moved away for a reason!" The blonde hissed.

"You-!"

"Come on, Soli-" 

Pearl grabbed Solidarity's arm, "Guys, please just calm down! Jimmy, if you need a safe place, you can go in your old room and-"

"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND I WANT TO LEAVE BECAUSE THIS WHOLE HOUSE FEELS UNSAFE?!" Solidarity screamed, facing Pearl, retracting his arm, "THIS ENTIRE HOUSE IS UNSAFE BECAUSE OF HIM!" He motioned to Scott.

"Dary, what-"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" The man faced the other, "I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU COUNTLESS TIMES, I DON'T LIKE THAT NICKNAME! I DON'T LIKE ANYONE WHO ISN'T FAMILY OR MY PARTNER USING A NICKNAME! I'VE TOLD YOU THAT, OVER AND OVER AND OVER, AND I'VE TOLD YOU WHY, AND YOU REFUSE TO FUCKING LISTEN!"

"Hey, let's all just calm down!" Lizzie exclaimed, "Scott didn't do anything-"

"Shut up, Lizzie!" Solidarity growled.

"Woah, don't talk-"

"Shut up, Joel!" The dirty blonde repeated, motioning around the house, "THIS! This is why I don't come down here, this is exactly why! Everyone pushes my boundaries and then tells me to calm down, that I'm overreacting, that I'm being too sensitive, that I can't take a joke! So you know what?! FINE! I won't be back!"

"Solida-"

"NO! I'm tired of this, I'm tired of all this! I'm tired of being told I need to move on from Scott, that I need to let go of a grudge, that I need to just accept things, stuff that I have already done!" Solidarity looked at Scott, glaring, "I wish I never dated you if this is how you would react. Congrats, you've convinced everyone, including my own brother and sister, that I apparently am hung up on you! Despite the fact I have recorded voicemails of you crying, saying how you miss me, how you love me, how you wish we could go back to the way things were! Despite the fact I would pick you up so you didn't walk home drunk, and you tried to kiss me or make me stay the night! Despite the fact you would touch my arms and back and legs and I would not reciprocate, in fact, I would go stiff or tell you to stop, but you didn't care! Despite the fact I moved two hours away so I didn't have to deal with this! Yep, I'm still hung up on you! Tango is totally just a rebound and I am totally just waiting for you to confess your undying love for me so we can live happily ever after! Yep, that's exactly what I'm doing!"

He motioned towards the room, "And you all believe it! Let me tell you all the truth! Scott and I broke up amicably and I haven't looked back once! In fact, I blocked Scott, because I was uncomfortable, but Tango was gracious enough to take the fall because he knew the drama would stress me out!"

"Timmy, come on." Martyn gently pulled the other away, "You don't have to prove anything to anyone-"

"I-I am happy in my new relationship!" Solidarity whimpered, Tango hugging his arm as he was led out, "A relationship where I am respected, my feelings are considered, I can speak and not worry about if I say is the right or wrong thing, where I finally was able to grow a fucking spine! Unlike here, where I feel so shitty because you all make it seem like my comfortably doesn't matter." He was led to the door, "F-For future reference, if Scott is here, I'm not coming. If any of you try to make me apologize or try to reconcile, I will block you. I've been debating on doing this for months, but Tango thought I should give you all one more chance, see if you all have changed. Clearly, you haven't."

Solidarity was led to the car, getting in the passenger seat. Martyn and Tango calmed him down as Ren gathered his and Martyn's things. Once he was calm enough, Tango shut the door, thanking the two profusely. Martyn gave Tango his phone number, asking him to please just text or call him when they got home, Tango promising he would. Tango then got in the front seat and began to reverse, driving away. The dirty blonde gave him his phone, which was already beginning to blow up with texts and calls. Tango took it and shut it off. They sat in silence, the blonde holding Solidarity's hand as the other shook, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm proud of you." Tango reassured.

"...Thanks... You did really good... Not letting him get under your skin..." The dirty blonde shook, wiping his eyes, "I just couldn't, not when he began touching me..."

"I understand, Love."

"I'm s-"

"No need to apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for. Boundaries are for you, not for anyone else." Tango looked at him, smiling, "You should be proud."

Solidarity smiled a bit, "Thank you." He whispered meekly.

The two sat in a comfortable silence, driving home.

AN: This was more of just a story of setting boundaries and me projecting onto my comfort characters. Hope you liked it even if it was more of a vent kinda?

[butterfluffy]

Hello🌷 I'd like to make a request if they're still open of the ASL boys + Kid reacting to a Marine developing feelings for their s/o and confessing to them lmao. Their s/o is so pretty that they're able to make Marines forget their a pirate teehee :3c have a nice day!

“they're mine!”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· how would your dear boyfie react when a marine confesses to you, his lover?

⠀⠀➧ fluff | ace, sabo, luffy, kid (separate) × gn!reader | headcanons + scenarios

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, other than swearing...! mistakes may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: thanks for the request, anon! this is such a nice scenario to write, oh, and have a nice day too! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

PORTGAS D. ACE

reacting to a marine confessing to you!

when i tell you ace isn't pleased that a marine confessed to you, he really isn't.

jealousy was quick to act up in him, and his fist too. 👁️👁️

well, don't be surprised why he acted that way because—

“y/n, you are such a beauty! say, why don't you just ditch fire fist and date me instead? i'm a lot better than your boyfriend who only knows to cause trouble, haha..!” the marine who had been nagging you for a while exclaims, his hand clasping yours as he spoke, bad-mouthing your lover who is sitting right beside you, irk marks appearing on his forehead.

“uhm.. marine guy, you know i'm a pir—HOLY SHIT ACE!??” about to remind the latter on what you are, ace cuts you off by causing a scene, punching the poor marine's face with his flaming fist, living up to his epithet ‘fire fist.’

“excuse you, but this one's mine and only mine. i'm not willing to share them with you, more over let you have them.” ace mutters, all calm as he wiped his fist with a towel before slinging his arm over your shoulder..

lets everyone, especially the marine who liked you know that you are his by kissing your lips.

also threatened to beat the shit out of anyone who wants to steal you away from him, being the jealous little boy he is, HAHA.

SABO

reacting to a marine confessing to you!

sabo had noticed that a marine had been following you around like a dog and giving you flowers from time to time, but he just shrugs it off.

not until he heard the said marine talk about you all the time, and catching the words, “i should confess to them!”

ho-hoo, sabo doesn't dare leave your side ever since, so he can fend off the marine who had fall for you, but—

“oh, that marine guy is here again..” you muttered, catching the familiar figure walk towards your direction, all dressed up formally as sabo swiftly turned his head to the marine that seemed to be bashful, now in front of you two.

“uhm.. y/n, ah, i've.. i've liked you for some time now, and i just want to know if you want to go out on a date with me, ehe...” stammers the nervous marine, failing to notice your lover who is now frowning sitting with you.

“hey, marine. aren't you aware that y/n is taken?” sabo mentions as the marine raised a brow in shock, turning to you who nodded before asking, “w-what..!? by who?”

“by the revolutionary's number two, sabo. in short, me. so kindly back away from my lover.” answered the blond, smiling as he held your hand, showing it to the now heartbroken marine to tease him, causing him to leave in an instant...

went on a date with you after, just to flaunt his relationship with you to the marine who he low-key enjoyed breaking his heart, LMAO. 🤩🤩

MONKEY D. LUFFY

reacting to a marine confessing to you!

luffy is very possessive, so he's unhappy that someone wants you to themselves, even though you're his.

so after finding that out, luffy goes—

grr, bark bark, woof, grr, growl, snarl, bark 👺‼️‼️

“hey, you, marine!!” luffy shouts, stomping towards the marine who's currently about to confess to you with a big, childish frown on his face, launching himself on you and embracing you tightly.

“what do you think you're doing!? they're mine! mine, mine, mine, mine! not yours, so back off or i'll kick your ass!!” luffy stated, clinging on to you as the marine sweat dropped, swallowing the lump on his throat before dashing away.

“oi, you!! where'd ya think you're going!? don't be such a coward and fight me for y/n's love..!!!” chasing after the marine, you almost feel sorry for him, for your lover won't stop unless he gets what he wants—even though he already has it, which is you..

goes back to you soon later with a big smile on his face, still clingy with you.

definitely bit the marine as if he's a monkey that gone wild, AHSHAHSHS.

EUSTASS KID

reacting to a marine confessing to you!

first of all, let me applause the marine for being brave enough to compete with eustass fucking kid with your love.

anyway, kid will be a mixture of ace and luffy after knowing that a marine had fell for you—and the mixture of jealousy, anger, and possesiveness doesn't sound good.... 😟

hunted the marine down.

“so you're the little shit who wants y/n!? well bad news to you, they're mine!” kid growls, throwing the marine on the other side of the room the instant he saw him approach you, all romantic.

“calm it, kid, he's not worth your time. and don't get so jealous and mad, i'm all yours..” you cooed, kissing your lover's cheek, causing him to blow a fuse, all red like his hair.

“I-I KNOW THAT, NOW LET'S JUST LEAVE. and you.. you better make it up to me for having another fall for your pretty ass!” he grumbles, scooping you up and tossing you over his shoulder, taking you back to victoria punk with him...

still didn't make the marine live to see the sunrise the instant he found him again.

also raided the marine hq the guy is in and burned it down to set an example to not even attempt to court you. </3

© butterfluffy 2022

[handmade-witch]

Be Mine - Happy Valentine's Day 💝

Pairing: Draco Malfoy × Reader

[[AN: I couldn't think of a song to go with this one so if you have an idea drop it in the comments~~ idk i feel like this one is a little different than the other ones ive done for thise series so let me know what you think! warning (?): end is suggestive 😏 — enjoy!! 💓]]

Read Mattheo's story here <3

Read Theo's story here <3

Read Blaise's story here <3

Read Enzo's story here <3

"So Draco? How did you ask [Y/N] to be your Valentine?"

Draco tilted his head at Pansy's question. "What do you mean how did I ask them?"

Pansy's eyebrows drew together and she jutted he head forward. "You didn't ask them?"

"I made reservations to take them to their favorite resturant. But no, I didn't ask them explicitly." He tapped his wand impatiently against the table.

"Draco!"

"What!?"

"Just because you're dating them, doesn't mean you don't have to ask them!" She rolls her eyes at him.

"You're kidding," his gaze flicks to Blaise seated next to him, "She's kidding, right?"

Blaise just shakes his head at the blonde.

Draco rakes his hand over his face, letting out a loud sigh. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" He demands.

"Well– lucky for you– you have two amazing best friends who are gonna help you plan the perfect way to ask them." Pansy grins, clearly pleased with herself.

"Hold on– I did not agree to help with anything." Blaise argues.

"Too bad. You have no choice." She stands swiftly. "C'mon boys we don't have all day." She snaps.

•••

You hadn't seen Draco all afternoon, which was a little out of the ordinary. What could you say? Your boyfriend was on the clingy side. Not that you minded. No, not at all. It just made it strange that you hadn't seen him.

"You guys haven't seen Draco have you?" You ask Mattheo, Theodore, and Lorenzo when you pass them in the common room. They shrug, indicating they hadn't seen him either. You decided to head up to your room.

Just as you turned the knob you heard a shout from the other side of the door. "No! Don't come in!"

You stop, the handle still held in your hand. "Why not?"

You heard shuffling in the room. "I'm naked!" Pansy yells back.

Your eyebrows draw together in a confused expression. "Pansy I've seen you naked before. We are literally roomates." You deadpanned.

"Umm.. Blaise is naked!"

This caused your eyebrows to raise in surprise. "Why is Blaise naked in our room?"

On the other side of the door, Blaise gave Pansy a glare that silently said, 'Yeah why am I naked in your room?'

"Just- come back in an hour."

"Okayyy.." You turned away to head back towards the common room. She's going to have some explaining to do later, you thought to yourself.

You slump into a chair in the common room, falling into casual conversation and banter with the three friends present.

•••

An hour later, Blaise and Pansy descend the stairs. Mattheo wolf whistles at them as they approach. Blaise looks like he wants to shrink into nothingness.

"It is not what it sounds like." He grumbles, crossing his arms.

"Oh I think it's exactly what it sounds like." Mattheo teases.

Pansy goes to grab your arm, dragging you up out of your chair and towards the stairs.

"You and Blaise?" You ask, smirking at her as she drags you along.

She rolls her eyes, "No I just needed an excuse for you to stay out of the room."

"Why did I need to stay out of the room?"

"You're about to see." She stops in front of the door to your room.

You push open the door. Inside the room, candles and heart shaped baloons float in the air. Rose petals are scattered around the floor. Draco is standing in the middle of it all, wearing a black button up shirt and slacks, which contast nicely with his pale skin and hair. He looks devilishly handsome. He smirks at you as you step towards him.

"Hi" the hint of suprise is evident in the tone of your voice. "What's all this?"

Draco takes your hands in his, pulling you close against him. "[Y/N] will you be my Valentine?"

"Draco, of course." You laugh softly, "You didn't have to do all this for me." You rest one of your hands on his chest and the other wraps around the back of neck. "You know I'll always be yours." You hum titlting your head so your lips were barely touching his.

Draco recoils from you slightly, his jaw dropping. "Pansy told me I had to ask you!" He exclaims. He sticks his lip out in a dramatic pout.

"Hey, I'm not complaining," you laugh softly. Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck. "It's very romantic." You hum. Draco lets out a soft sigh, followed by a soft smile. He presses his lips against yours.

"I love you." He breathes against your lips.

"I love you too." You whisper back.

A knock at the door startles the two of you, causing you to jump slightly away from eachother.

"Are you guys done? I need to come in and get my sweater."

"Go away! Draco's naked!" You shout back. A smirk plays on your face and your fingers play with the buttons of his dress shirt.

Draco smirks as well, grabbing your waist you pull you close. "Come back in an hour." He calls. He dips his head to kiss you again, this time with more hunger.

"Better make it two!" You shout.

[nickybloodhead]

Kinktober day 27: DP in two Holes

James looked at them both with total disbelief, opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but closed it again, frowned and tilted his head in confusion, waiting for one of them to say it was all a joke.

"Let me get this straight, Jason, man… You want me to fuck your girl?" You let out a giggle and took a seat next to the blond as Jase smiled sideways witnessing the whole thing, you put a hand on the frontman's thigh and moved closer to him.

"I actually asked if you wanted to join us in bed, James…Jase said he had no problem as long as you agreed" Now his attention is on you, his gaze wandered over your body and then he looked into your eyes, for such an intimidating guy on stage, he was actually quite shy and reserved.

"Come on mate, it's not like you don't want to, I've seen the way you look at her" Jason mutters and smiles knowingly, James tenses and blushes, averting his gaze embarrassed at being caught. You decide to take his cheek to look at you and smile sweetly at him.

"It's okay Het, this is what I want…so, what do you say?"

"I think you two lost your minds…but okay, uhm, I'm in" His words are shaky and you can tell he is nervous, you look to your boyfriend for permission to which he nods, you move closer to James and bring your lips together, tangle your fingers in his hair to deepen the kiss, nibble his mouth and hum happily at the contact. His hands carefully settled on your waist as he tightened his grip. You climbed onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, both of you panting into each other's mouths. You opened one eye to see Jason, who seemed to be enjoying the show, you extended your hand towards him, who approached with pleasure, James's kisses went down your neck, you bite your lower lip still looking Jase in the eyes, you saw how he undid his pants and caressed himself through his boxers, you brought your hand closer and touched his growing erection, causing him to moan hoarsely and needily.

James' nimble hands begin to undo your garments, he bites your skin gently as you grind over his bulge.

They move to the bed for more comfort, he lays you on the mattress where you spread out, you have only your pants on, your breasts are exposed for the two pairs of eyes that look at your body hungrily, both men exchange glances, they lean over you and start to run their hands over every part of your body, they remove your pants along with your panties.

"Man, I have no ideas how you got this cute little thing...look how eager she is to have both of us inside her" James speaks with swagger, he spreads your legs and whistles appreciatively as he sees how wet you are, Jason smiles and takes your chin, running a hand through your hair.

"I guess I'm just too lucky..." He kisses you as James positions himself between your legs, kisses your inner thighs as he runs a finger along your slit. You moan against your boyfriend's lips and close your eyes, you bring your hand down to the bassist's cock, pull down his underwear and begin to stroke his length.

You jerk him off on your face, licking only the tip, the blond opens your folds and buries his face in your pussy, you moan loudly as you feel his warm tongue thrust into your hole, his nose presses against your clit which makes you tremble with pleasure. Jason grabs your hair and shoves his girth into your mouth, your lips wrap around him and you suck, he grunts above you and pulls his head back.

"Shit, does she always dripp like that?" James asks with a grin as he pulls away from your center for a moment, his fingers massaging your bud, the question is directed at Jase, who scoffs and nods.

"She does, it's always a mess.... Especially when you play with her butthole" You blush thanks to Jason's confession, you look at James and notice and predatory gleam in his eyes, he smiles and licks his lips.

"Oh, she's that kind of girl, I see...we better give her what she wants, right?" you gasp at his words, he spits a large amount of drool over your pussy, letting it slide down to your hole, his fingers circle the tight muscle, all the while eating you out.

It's been a while since you've tried it from behind, so you're a little nervous but still turned on. The idea of having those two big men fucking you in tandem, well, it was fucking tempting.

"Let me ride you baby, please?" you ask your man as you suck eagerly on his pulsing length, pre cum staining your lips and chin, he moans and nods, he lies down on the bed as you move over and climb onto his lap, you look over your shoulder at James and wiggling your ass you invite him to continue his attentions to your bumhole. You take Jase's cock and sit on it, your walls cling to him, the stretch making you shudder and moan, soon you feel the frontman's rough hands on your back and he gently pushes you to lean forward a little, Jason grips your hips and begins to thrust into you.

James's tongue passes over your butt, the sensation strange but welcome as you bounce on Jase, the whimpers and obscenities echoing off the walls of the room. Wet fingers press against the tight ring of your ass, the slide uncomfortable at first but you manage to compose yourself as soft, comforting kisses land on your cheek.

"You're taking it very well beauty, relax and let me prepare that pretty little ass of yours" his words make you moan as you grind on your boyfriend's lap, who caresses your legs while he buries himself deeply in you.

The blonde fingers you slowly so you can adjust, soon he adds a second finger and spreads you open, your pussy tightens around Jason's swollen cock who moans your name and starts fucking you a little faster, the overstimulation has you screaming and leaking more than usual.

"Fuck, can't wait to fuck that tight hole of yours" That seems to be the signal for the bassist's thrusts to stop, he grabs your waist firmly while the other one smears your entrance with plenty of lubricant, you feel the head of his cock rub against it your tight hole, he slowly pushes until he's completely inside you, you cry out at the burn of the stretch, James grunts holding onto your hip as he rests his forehead against your back.

"How does that feel Het?" Jason murmurs, guiding his thumb to massage your clit and get you to loosen up a little, you're tense and the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt, the stimulation in your sweet spot makes you arch your back.

“It's so fucking tight, never felt anything so narrow… fuck” James' obscene gasps make you shiver a little, he hisses at the pressure applied to his cock pulsing inside you.

Their heavy breaths could be heard over the whimpers that escaped your lips from time to time. When the initial burning disappeared, you began to rock your hips, the friction making you moan just like James, you felt so full, those huge cocks filled you so well, it was delicious how stretched you were, your mind clouded with the pleasurable sensations that ran through your body. Jase began to thrust his hips as well, gaining pace with each thrust of his cock. James began to fuck you harder, cursing each time his length was gripped by your butthole. You were dripping everywhere, your waist moving in circles so they would hit your most sensitive spots.

"Look at you, riding us both like an expert... You've been wanting it so bad baby, wanting us to take care of you and fill you like this, haven't you?... It wasn't enough to have my cock, you needed James's too, so fucking greedy " Jason grunts, spanking your thigh as his hips buck, he closes his eyes and you feel his seed spill inside you, you clench your thighs around his waist, you approach and kiss him, moan into his mouth and cling to his shoulders. You look at James behind you, his teeth clenched, his hands braced firmly as he buries himself into your ass, his heavy balls slapping against your pussy, the squelching sound making everything even dirtier.

"I want it inside too James, please, I need it."

You beg him, your eyes hooded and full of need. He rolls his eyes and moans as he cums in you, the post-orgasmic spasms causing him to continue fucking you gently, making you rub against Jason's pubic bone, soon, you're cumming all over them both, your wetness soaking them completely. You fall on your boyfriend's chest and close your eyes to recover, the blonde pull out you and you see how he lies down next to both of you, you put your hand on his chest and smile at him.

"How do you feel, honey?" Jason asks, caressing your back and placing kisses on your head. You look at him too and kiss his jaw.

"Perfect, fucking good"

I thought I wouldn't finish it in time, but here it is

[itsyourvalerie]

LEGEND OF ZHANG

summary: After Korra's death, the new avatar came to the world know as Zhang Kaito, born to a not so rich earthbender family. His mother Alia was a very powerful earthbender a great grand daughter of Toph herself. His father Li was a non bender, as well as his younger sister Jing.

Follow a joureny of Zhang and his friends as they climb their highest goals.

CHAPTER INDEX: PINNED POST

CHAPTER 1

"So you're telling me... You might be the Avatar?" a young ginger boy asked his best friend.

"Yes, Kai, I already told you two times," Zhang answered, his fists pounding against the tree. Kai leaned against another tree, observing his frustrated friend.

"I don't want this! I want to be a normal teen!" Zhang yelled in frustration. "Mom stormed off at the dinner table, Jang went out with her boyfriend, and I haven't seen Dad since yesterday," he added, punching the small tree.

"Maybe you should take a breather, huh?" Kai suggested, offering a slight smile as Zhang took deep breaths in front of him. "It can't be that bad, right? I mean, what if it was just a coincidence?" he proposed, attempting to calm his friend.

"If it is true... I won't be able to have a normal life, Kai. So no, it's not okay," Zhang lamented.

As Kai prepared to respond, a group of teens from a wealthier family approached them.

"Well, well, well... If it isn't the wannabe Avatar," a girl with blonde hair pulled up into two buns remarked, wearing a light green Earthbender dress.

"Go away, Yue," Zhang muttered. "I don't need you and your rich brat minions invading my space right now," he retorted, turning to face her.

"Are you going to bend me away, Avatar?" she taunted, while her friends chuckled. "I'm so scared," she faux-pouted, provoking an angry glare from Zhang.

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you," Zhang warned.

"What are you gonna do, you weakling?" she laughed, stomping on the ground, causing it to shift and a boulder to hit Zhang, sending him flying.

"Zhang!" Kai yelled, rushing after his friend.

"Next time, make sure not to mess with me," Yue sneered, turning to walk away. Suddenly, she was lifted off the ground, surrounded by water, as she screamed in fear. Kai and Yue's friends froze in terror.

Zhang stood there, his eyes glowing bright blue, indicating he was in the Avatar state. "Zhang, stop!" Kai shouted, approaching the boy. Placing his hands on Zhang's shoulders, he pleaded, "Please stop it. It's scary." Slowly, Yue was lowered back to the ground as Zhang collapsed into Kai's arms, tears streaming down his face. Yue ran away in fear.

Alia paced back and forth in her room, her son sitting on the edge of her bed. "How could you do this to the Chen family?! This is going to ruin our reputation!" she yelled angrily. Zhang hung his head in shame.

"I don't know how to control it," Zhang whispered. "I'm sorry," he said softly.

Seeing her son's remorseful expression, Alia sat down beside him, enveloping him in her embrace. "No, it's me who should apologize. I'm sorry for yelling," she admitted.

"I don't want this, Mom. I just want to be normal. What is Dad going to say?" Zhang sniffled, wiping away his tears.

"Your dad is going to be proud of you. I know that," Alia reassured him, gently rubbing his shoulder.

"I could have hurt her if it wasn't for Kai. He brought me back from it," Zhang said, a small smile forming at the memory.

"He really is your best friend," Alia agreed, smiling warmly.

"He is," Zhang nodded in agreement.

Jeng strolled beside her boyfriend Chen, hand in hand, through the bustling city square. The area was teeming with people, children darting about, and a man shouting about cabbages. For Jeng, it was a familiar and ordinary scene.

"Wanna grab a drink?" Chen suggested to his girlfriend.

"We could head to that quaint tea shop around the corner. I've heard they serve amazing jasmine tea," Jeng replied, flashing a smile up at her boyfriend.

"Lead the way, love," Chen chuckled, allowing her to guide him along.

Jeng pushed open the door to the crowded shop, finding a free spot by the window towards the back. The waitress promptly approached their table.

"I'd like some jasmine tea, please," Jeng requested politely.

"I'll have the same, thanks," Chen added with a smile. The waitress left, leaving them alone again.

Suddenly, the café door swung open forcefully as Fire Nation soldiers stormed in. Fear gripped the patrons and staff alike.

"I am Damien, leader of the Fire Nation army. We need to know the whereabouts of the Avatar," Damien demanded, sending whispers rippling through the room. Jeng's heart raced with fear for her older brother.

"We need to leave," Chen whispered urgently, and Jeng nodded in agreement.

"We mean no harm, but Fire Lord Otami demands the Avatar, dead or alive," Damien reiterated, signaling for his soldiers to search the premises.

"Chen, I'm scared," Jeng confessed, her voice quivering. Chen took hold of her hand under the table as the soldiers scoured the café.

"Please, come for us, Zhang," Jeng whispered, her plea barely audible amidst the chaos.

[coupleoffanfics]

A Sample

[Post-Spray Jeremiah x Batsis Reader]

It's always been a pain to drive out to Jeremiah. Just outside of Gotham and in the woods where the roads get muddy and bumpy. Though y/n finds that getting to see her boyfriend is rewarding enough to take that two-and-a-half-hour drive three times a week. She got out of the car and pulled a leather suitcase out. After the road, she has to deal with the maze. The maze is arguably worse than the road.

Not living in Gotham, but still being near it isn't enough. So he has to make a maze just in case Jerome finds out his location. As much as she wants to hate the maze, she understands the paranoia and can't fault him for that. However, the mental image of Jerome running around the maze like a rat looking for cheese is funny.

Making it through y/n was greeted by Ecco's blank face. "Good afternoon, Ecco." y/n's light voice and energy bounced off the blonde woman. Her voice was calm and collected, "Hello, Ms. l/n." It felt good to be called Ms. l/n than Ms. Wayne. Though she's sure Mrs. Valeska would sound better.

"Is he in…"

"In his study." y/n flashed a grateful smile as she said thank you. Walking down the cold hallway. The soles of her shoes made satisfying clacking sounds with each step. Stopping at the wooden door, she knocked rhythmically. A response didn't take long and she opened the door.

Jeremiah was sitting at his desk with a thing of alcohol next to him. He's been drinking a lot more lately. Disregarding the half bottle of whisky y/n smiled at fondly him, "How are you doing today." He watched her sit down, curious to see what was in the leather suitcase. "Fine," He said with a quick and almost forced smile, "What did you bring with you?" She suddenly felt nervous by how he went straight into pointing it out with no beating around the bush. She was hoping that she'd be able to ease him into what she needed.

He took note of that nervous smile creeping up on her face. She put the suitcase on her lap. "This has things for a," She stops and lets out a sigh. Her eyes look down at her hands before back at her boyfriend, "I need a blood sample." The rise of his eyebrow made her nervous. They've had this conversation a few times now.

That he was fine now. That the toxin was completely out of his system. The mind-changing effect was only temporary and only caused physical change. That if he wasn't okay then why'd they let him walk right out of the psychiatric hospital? It didn't make any sense, but he's always been such a good actor. So good that y/n almost believed him for a moment.

She never explained that she thought he was lying, just saying that she was worried that it could have done unknown harm to him. But neither could fully get away with lying to each other. So when Jeremiah agreed to it, y/n was surprised by the lack of resistance. She foolishly thought that it must have been the whisky making him agreeable.

"That's great, but we're going to have to reschedule since you've…" It felt weird, almost wrong to point to his sudden use of alcohol. It was so much easier to ignore it and run away from the thought of it. Thankful they didn't have to open that can of worms as he knew what she was pointing at. "Yes, we can do it tomorrow. You don't have any classes from what I remember." He takes another sip from his glass while staring her in the eye.

The sudden eye contact made her shiver and deviate her eyes back down to her hands for a second. "Yeah, we can do that. You'll need to drink a lot of water though." While saying that she tries to smile as if it were some sort of joke. His lack of a reaction made her drop her forced smile.

"I noticed you've been out a lot longer this week. What have you been up to lately?" He speaks like he's going to accuse her of something. What exactly, she isn't sure, but it put her on edge. "I've been visiting my family a little more." She watched his eyes harden at her words. Almost scowling at the mental image of her going back to the family that neglected her for half of her life.

y/n would have been better off cutting them out of her life after high school, but she always had an excuse. That they were far too busy to put up with her. Painting herself as a nuisance. Not explicitly saying that she was too needy, but hitting at it. Never once has he seen them attend her art galleries or even her graduation. Jeremiah knows their sudden change of heart must have been the shit show that was Jerome. His brother's childish and ignorant attempts to woo her.

The whole thing was very infuriating for Jeremiah on many levels, but he could never be mad at her for this.

His sweet little dimwitted y/n.

"Why?"

"What?"

The simple question caught her off guard. "Why would you visit them?" There was a venomous undertone to his question that confused her. "Because..." Was she going to tell him that she went to them for help? That she was starting to fear him? No of course not. "Because my little brother, he's been trying to I don't know. Just connect with me, try to have me in his life."

It was an unsatisfying answer and a fucking lie, but Jeremiah would let this go because she wasn't getting out any time soon. "Oh, your little brother," He says with a slightly mocking tone. Signifying that he was going to play along with what tale she was going to spin. "Damian."

He hums, "And he just suddenly cares about you now?" At this point, y/n wasn't sure how to respond and she wasn't going to because this wasn't something she wanted to tango with. Not today. "It doesn't matter." Before he could ask anything else she swiftly changed the subject. "How have you been?"

That's when their conversation starts becoming less intense. Any tension that was there dissolved gradually. It was like everything was normal. Chatting for a good while when all of a sudden he got up, "Come on I have something to show you something." Of course, she followed him into the living room. Showing off the vintage record player and putting on a vinyl. Music filled the room and he held out his hand.

y/n became giddy from this simple action. She tries repressing the urge to squeal and to stop her smile from growing. Wordlessly she took his hand and they glided around the room.

She always had to beg him to dance with her. Not dance to music that you'd hear at a club, just slow waltzing music while no one was around. Being one of Bruce Wayne's adopted children she took a few dance lessons. Never cared for it until she found someone whom she wanted to share it with. Someone she wanted to hold close and move together with.

It felt like they hadn't been on the same page for a while, so this was nice. A quiet moment together to take a break from everything wrong. Just the two of them dancing in the living room that they'd call their ballroom. Nice things were always followed behind something else.

She started having a coughing fit ruining that nice moment. Jeremiah had her sit on the couch. Ecco silently walked in a glass of water, but she did not approach no matter how much she'd liked to provide some type of comfort. She had to wait for him to allow her to step close to y/n. She had no choice, but to watch.

y/n's cough was dry and her face became slightly flustered from the intensity of the coughing. She could feel one of Jeremiah's hands on her back and the other on her shoulder. Giving her a slight squeeze, it's unknown if it was for his or her comfort. After she calmed down and began catching her breath he silently signaled Ecco to come over. The blond woman handed y/n the glass and she gratefully accepted it. Once the cup was out of Ecco's hand she smoothly backed away from them. She was standing on the sidelines waiting for her next order.

"I'm sorry for ruining everything. This cold just won't go away." y/n's voice was apologetic, but there was a melancholic look in her [eye color] eyes.

"Did you plan on never telling me?" She was startled by how cold he sounded. "You keep lying to me, but I've seen your medical record. It's been nearly six months since you've found out and not once did you say anything. Does anyone know about this?" She couldn't look at him. Of course, she knew it was wrong to keep everyone in the dark, but she thought would be better this way. Maybe not for them, but for her.

Her voice was a bit shaky, "No. I haven't." Jeremiah was almost satisfied hearing this because the idea of her confiding in someone was bothersome. "What did you plan on doing, y/n? Did you plan on giving up? Killing yourself?" Panic set in her. No question as to why or how he saw her medical record. She was too occupied with damage control. "No! Miah, I wouldn't! I haven't even thought of it in a few years-"

He clenched his jaw and held up his hand making her shut her mouth. This wasn't what he planned to talk about tonight, but maybe the whisky had made him forget that there was a plan. Bringing up her condition was certainly not a part of it. Everything was getting to him a bit. He stood up from the sofa and began pacing trying to collect his thoughts. He didn't want to implode, not when y/n was frozen out of fear.

At this point why even bother?

"Ecco, take y/n to her room."

"No, I think I should get going. We'll talk about this later, but think I we should step away from each other before anything else." Despite saying this Ecco wasn't deterred. Jeremiah started to walk away, "I think so too. That's why you're going to your room." y/n got up and was just about to start leaving when Ecco grabbed her arm.

"Please let me go." She didn't realize that Ecco planned on fulfilling her order until she tried to pull herself out of Ecco's grip. This causes Ecco to tighten her grip and slightly dig her nails into y/n's skin.

Jeremiah commented from behind, "You used to be so obedient, y/n. I think your family is a bad influence, so just stay here and take a short nap." Before she could even process what was going on, there was a sudden pain in the back of her head and everything went dark.

Masterlist Part 2 Here

[uramilf]

The Record Shop - Chapter Four

A/N: Sorry for the long wait everybody! Enjoy this chapter, it's significantly less upsetting than chapter three :)

Warnings: Stuff about tattoos and piercings, smut at the end

*Penny's POV* I told myself that I didn't know why I kissed him. That wasn't true; I knew exactly why. I wanted him. I needed him. Much, much more than I had ever needed Alex. Matty had let me kiss him for a moment, then pulled away and laid a hand on either side of my face, making me look at him. "I need to know you're sure about this, darling." "I am, I am, please let me kiss you," I pleaded with him. "Shhh, pretty girl. You're going through something really tough and I need to know you're not just doing this because you're upset about Alex." "No, please, if anything I got back with him because I was upset about you. I thought you didn't want me anymore, after I saw you with that girl." "She meant nothing, Penny. Nothing, compared to you. I'm sorry."

I kissed him again then, because I couldn't bear to listen to him talk about me like that any more without showing him exactly how I felt in return. I knew as our lips moved together that he wasn't going to be my boyfriend, not yet at least, but at least I had him.

Matty pulled away, breathless. "Let me take you on a date. A real one. Please, my love." “Okay,” I breathed, an inch away from his lips. “Where are we going?” “I don’t know yet, you need to let me think about it.” He kissed me quickly. “I want it to be perfect.” “I’m sure it will be perfect, just me and you,” I said softly into his ear before resting my head on his shoulder. The longer parts of his hair tickled my face slightly as I turned to kiss his neck. “So are we gonna…do this properly then?” Matty asked. He snorted with laughter, before I could answer. “That sounded weird. I mean are we gonna actually have a go at being, like, boyfriend and girlfriend?” He looked a little panicked, so I took one of his hands in mine, playing with the silver ring on his middle finger. “We don’t have to, if you’re not ready. We should probably take it slow, yeah?” Matty looked a lot happier, looking up at me with a grin. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right, babe."

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*Matty's POV* I quickly finished serving the customer I was with when I saw Penny come through the door of the shop. I don't think I gave the teenage boy the right amount of change, and I probably should have offered him a bag, but she looked so beautiful that it was as if the world around me had stopped, and the only person moving was Penny. Wavy, dirty blonde tresses falling around her face, the sun making her hair shine. She wasn't wearing anything particularly special; just a pair of black leggings and a grey hoodie with her dirty white converse, but she could have been wearing the world's most expensive gown, and she would've looked equally as beautiful. Her pretty pink lips curled up into a smile when she saw me at the till. I dashed out from behind the counter to hug her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head while she trailed her nails gently up and down my back, face nuzzled into my black t-shirt.

"Well, aren't you two cute," George's voice sounded from behind us. I turned around to look at him, Penny still wrapped in my arms. "Hi, George," she giggled, voice muffled by my chest. "Lock up mate, yeah? I've promised this one a date." I ruffled Penny's hair and kissed her head again when she protested. "Sure," George smiled and started rummaging through a drawer behind the register for his keys. "Have fun, wear a condom!" He joked. I shook my head and turned red, but Penny just threw her head back and laughed, arm slung around my waist as we left the record shop.

Penny tried to reach for my keys from my back pocket, still laughing as we approached my car. "Can I drive?" she raised one eyebrow. "Absolutely not. 'Cause you don't know where we're going." "Tell me then," she pouted. "It's a surprise." I opened the passenger door and she climbed into the car.

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The sun was slowly sinking as Penny and I wrapped up our date. I had taken her to a gorgeous forest park and we had talked, and laughed, and walked, and sometimes ran to see who could reach a particular tree the fastest. It may have been June but the air was cold, and I had previously shrugged off my coat and given it to the shivering girl beside me. Her shoes had gotten dirtier, her hair messier, but she looked the happiest I had ever seen her. I extended a hand to her and she took it, swinging our arms together dramatically.

“Having fun?” I asked. “Yes,” Penny laughed breathlessly. “Lots of fun. I don’t want to go home yet.” “Don’t, then. Come back to mine.” My breath hitched in my throat when I asked, knowing there was a possibility she considered that as going too far. But she just smiled, the widest smile I had ever seen, and stopped walking to stand on her tiptoes and kiss my cheek.

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*Penny’s POV*

After a few glasses of wine, Matty had asked me to stay over, saying he didn’t want me trying to make my own way home. We argued briefly about where I would sleep; me insisting I would take the sofa, him begging me to share his bed. Eventually I gave in, knowing the only place I wanted to be was right beside him.

I finished up washing my face in Matty’s bathroom before walking back into the bedroom, which was of course familiar to me. I had slept in his bed once before, and I shuddered at the memory of trying to sneak out of his flat at 6 in the morning, back when I considered him a one night stand, a drunken mistake. God, if I only I knew how wrong I was.

Matty was lying on the bed, his thin sheets draped over his legs. He wore nothing but his black boxers, and had an arm tucked behind his head. “Thank god. You took forever,” he grinned. “Get in here, I’m cold.” “You’re cold because you have no clothes on.” I rolled my eyes but shed my own hoodie and leggings, leaving me in a black sports bra and thong. “Oh, fuck,” Matty groaned. “Are you trying to make me think about the night we met?” I cocked my head innocently. “Hmmm. Not sure what you’re talking about.” “You, me, naked, in this bed. Ring any bells?” “Maybe,” I smirked, sliding under the bedsheets. “Come here, dickhead.” Matty wrapped two strong, ink-covered arms around me and tugged me close to his chest. “Much better,” he mumbled. “Not cold anymore.”

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I woke up when the sun cracked through the curtains in Matty’s bedroom. I could feel his heart beating from the position of my head on his chest, his hand laying on my waist, chin rested on the top of my head. He was waking up too, tightening his arm around me.

"Hey, angel," he whispered, nuzzling his face into the top of my head. "Morning," I yawned. "Fuck, I'm freezing." Matty sat me up gently and leaned over to grab his hoodie off the floor, helping me put it on. I felt surrounded by the scent of his cologne and cigarettes, and I loved it. "You want breakfast?" "Yeah, that'd be nice," I yawned again.

I watched as Matty got out of bed and pulled his grey joggers on, the muscles in his back almost taunting me. I tried not to grin when he caught me staring at him in the mirror, instead pretending to look for my phone. I found it on the bedside table and saw a few texts and missed calls from my mum:

Mum: Hi honey, I saw Alex in Tesco yesterday and he said things hadn't worked out between you two again. Mum: I'm sorry Penny, I really did think you were meant for each other Mum: Please give me a call so we can talk about it

I sighed and put my phone down again. "What's up, darling?" Matty raised an eyebrow. "Just my mum getting way too involved in my personal life again. I swear she loves Alex more than she loves me." Matty's nose scrunched up at the mention of him, and I laughed. "I hate that guy, Pen. And I've never even met him." "Welcome to the club," I sighed again. "Okay, no more talking about him. I have an idea of what we can do today." "What's that love?" "I want to get that tattoo I was talking about, the one on my back. I texted Ross last night and all. He said he'll do it for me today, and he's got an opening for you too if you want it." "This is why I like you, Penny," Matty grinned. "Always up for a bit of fun, aren't you?" He took me hands and pulled me onto my feet, planting a kiss on my lips. "Sounds great, angel. Let's do it."

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Three hours later, Matty and I walked into Ross's tattoo shop hand in hand. Ross was behind the front desk and he raised an eyebrow with a silent smirk when he saw us.

"Anyone gonna tell me what's going on here?" Matty scoffed, "Grow up, dickhead. If you found a girl this pretty you'd hold her hand everywhere too." "Oh stop, you'll make me blush," I rolled me eyes and propped myself up on my elbows on Ross's desk. "Are you ready for me?" "Absolutely. Head on over to the first station on the right and I'll get set up."

I lay on my stomach while Matty gently rolled up my top to expose the lower part of my back. He sat down beside me in a comfy-looking chair and held my hand tightly. "First tattoo?" Ross asked. I nodded in response. "I'm really nervous actually," I admitted, turning my head to Matty. "How much did your first one hurt?" "I can't really remember darling, I was sixteen and high as a kite," he laughed. "Ross did it for me in the middle of some randomer's house party."

“This is gonna hurt a bit love, so just cling onto Matty, alright?” Ross said while gently wiping my lower back with an antibacterial wipe. “I’m glad you’ve come in, I’ve been excited to give you your first tattoo.” “Thanks Ross, just promise you’ll stop if I need you to?” “Absolutely Penny, are you ready?” I nodded as Ross peeled away the transfer with the base for my tattoo.

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A few (excruciating) hours later, Ross wiped down the tattoo one more time before taking a photo and crouching down to my eye level. “There you go, lovely, all done.” "Ross, oh my god! It looks incredible!" I grinned at the three tiny purple butterflies stationed on my lower back. "Matty, isn't it perfect?" "It certainly is, angel." He kissed my forehead quickly and helped me stand up. "You okay?" I nodded and fumbled in my bag for my purse, but Ross quickly shut down that idea. "Definitely not, Penny. Put your money away, please."

After a few minutes of back and forth arguing between Ross and I, Matty rolled his eyes and pulled a few 20 pound notes out of his own pocket, pressing them into Ross's hand. "Just take this, mate. She's not gonna let it go." Before I could argue any more, Matty's eyes lit up. "Here, Penny, before we go, didn't you say something about wanting another ear piercing? Y'know they do that here too?" Ross nodded. "Yeah, Lily does them. You wanna go see her down at the back?"

I approached the pretty blonde woman at the back of the shop and Ross introduced me, telling her I wanted another piercing. She took me into the back room and sat me down, beginning to show me earring choices. "Actually, Lily, I'm looking to get something else pierced today," I blushed slightly. "I just haven't told anyone else that." "Don't you worry, darlin', whatever you want," she beamed.

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"Where's the new ear piercing then?" Ross raised an eyebrow. "Chickened out," I shrugged. Matty laughed and threw an arm around me. "That's alright, angel, you've been through enough pain today. Let's head back, yeah?"

The short drive back to Matty's was almost as painful as the tattoo, between the stinging pain in my chest from my new piercings (being kept a secret until after we were home) and the tension in the car. Five hours in the tattoo shop without so much as one kiss from Matty was the worst part of it all. I knew I was in trouble. He wasn't even mine, we were just having a bit of fun, yet I was completely and utterly addicted to him. I needed him, his touch, his appreciation, more than I needed air to breathe. His hand on my thigh in the car was almost too much to bear, almost, but I managed to hold it together.

The second we got through the door of his flat, his lips were on mine, hands gripping my hips. It wasn't until his hand travelled further up, gently squeezing my breast, that I let out a pained groan. He stopped immediately, eyeing me up and down. "What was that?" "What was what?" I winced, trying but failing to hold it together. "Okay fine, I was gonna keep this as a surprise for later, but it hurts too fucking much," I laughed, rolling my eyes. I grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it over my head, directing Matty's hands to my back. He raised an eyebrow before unclasping my bra and pulling it off my shoulders. His eyes widened when he saw my newly pierced nipples.

"Jesus. Oh fuck." He ran his hands down my bare sides, staring at my chest. "You like it?" I laughed. "Fuck, angel. That's fucking ... you're so fucking hot." I kissed him again, pulling him out of the trance he was in, before he dropped his head down to kiss the skin at the top of my breast, ever so gently. "Does it hurt a lot?" "Yes. A lot, so don't even think about touching them," I groaned. "I can touch you, though." Matty's eyes lit up at my words. "Yeah?" "Yeah," I breathed next to his ear, placing a kiss on his jaw. "Go ahead then, darling."

I dropped to my knees and started to unbuckle his belt, his breathing becoming heavier above me. I pulled his sweats and boxers down together, his length springing out, already hard. "Good to see I have this kind of effect on you," I smirked, taking him into my hand and pumping him slowly, precum leaking out, which I caught on my thumb and spread over his tip. Matty groaned as I took his cock into my mouth and moaned around him. My hands gripped his thighs as I swirled my tongue around him slowly, looking up at him through my lashes. His head was thrown back, leaning against the wall. I barely held in a laugh at the thought of me sucking him off at the front door, unable to even make it to his bedroom.

A moan slipping from Matty's mouth brought me back, and I started to move my head up and down, taking more of him each time until he hit the back of my throat. He started to thrust his hips forward, making me gag slightly, but I didn't care. I wanted him to ruin me.

I could sense he was close, so I pulled away from him and returned my hand to his hard cock, stroking up and down quickly. "Cum for me baby, please, cum in my mouth," I begged, almost cringing at how badly I wanted him.

With one final thrust of his hips, Matty came with a groan. I wrapped my lips around him again just in time to catch every drop on my tongue, showing him cheekily before swallowing. I let him recover for a few minutes before helping him pull his sweats back up.

"Good?" I inquired. "Better than, good, baby. Amazing," he panted, kissing me hard. "You're incredible. Now, it's your turn," he grinned, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards his room, leaving my t-shirt and bra still deserted on the floor.

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A/N: SHE'S BACK!!! I've missed you guys! And I really hope you enjoyed this, it's kind of a filler chapter to give you all a break from the drama (there is more drama coming)

[knifedancer]

Emotional Security

Felinette Drabble inspired by a recent interaction with my partner (Mr. Knifey). Just our lovely couple having a sweet moment together, letting down some emotional barriers.

Aged up, established relationship, identities known, post-Argos redemption.

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Marinette tilted her head up as she sensed her human pillow shift, watching as her boyfriend slowly emerged from his three hour nap with a yawn. His blond hair, usually styled with gel, was mussed from the extended contact with her pillow. His clothes were untucked and wrinkled, the top few buttons undone to reveal pale collar bones adorned with the remnants of a small love bite -- evidence of their affections but low enough for his shirt collar to hide from prying eyes -- and the silver chain from which currently hung his miraculous. The hand on her waist tensed, pulling her tighter against his long lanky frame as if to reassure himself of her presence in his half-awake state, while the one at her shoulder rose to rub the sand roughly from his long lashes.

"Greetings, Rip Van Winkle, how was your nap?" She murmured sweetly, enamored by the way his pale lips upturned into a small sleepy smile at her voice.

"Mm, excellent. What time is it?" His voice was husky with sleep, making Marinette's heart beat race at the tone. She watched as he groaned, the hand on his face now pressing two fingers to the bridge of his nose.

Running a hand up his chest to rest over his sternum, she nuzzled into his shoulder playfully. "It's 5:38, sleepy head."

With a start, two pale green eyes opened and looked at her in shock. Marinette smiled as the residual haze of slumber finally lifted and his usual sharp gaze took in their surroundings -- her pink room, the magazine cutouts and drawings pinned to the walls, his tie and vest neatly strewn atop her chaise, their two kwamis asleep in a toy hammock in the corner, the waning daylight through the overhead skylight, and finally her bedside alarm clock -- before his chest rose with a quick intake of breath. "What... How did I sleep for so long?"

She snorted softly, "Really? You woke me up early, promptly whisked me away after to have brunch, took me shopping, and insisted on helping me with the akuma earlier... all this after your three hour train ride from London!"

"Do you blame me, Tib? I missed you." The young man cupped her cheek, his eyes glowing with love.

She returned it with an exasperated, deadpan stare. "...The train you caught was less than an hour after your flight landed from New York. Have you slept at all in the last twenty-four hours?"

The blond rolled his eyes while his fingers tinkered with the tangled strands of one haphazard pigtail, "As if you're one to talk about getting rest, Miss Guardian. Don't think I don't know that you've been staying up all night designing again."

Marinette gasped, "Who told?!"

Her boyfriend grinned and his eyes twinkled with mirth, "My cousin."

"Et tu, Adrien?" She huffed, feeling Felix beneath her chuckle as he pulled her tightly against him again.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, drinking in each other's presence for the first time in several weeks, happy to simply be. No words needed to be said when their hearts spoke volumes. Wrapped in their own little cocoon as the muffled sounds of Paris drifted up through her window from the city below.

Finally, Marinette broke the warm stillness with a soft snort. The blond raised a questioning eyebrow at the sound. "You know, if I was any other woman, I think you would be in trouble right now."

"How so?" He scrunched his brow, watching her with a slight frown.

"You napped for so long, any other woman would feel neglected from your lack of attention," she dramatically tossed her head off to the side as she had seen Chloe do on many occasions. "I've been a gaming widow before so I can handle it."

A mocking half grin spread across his features, "You mean you caused gaming widowers."

Smiling mischievously, she scoffed but he cut her off with a finger to her lips. It was then that she noticed the lingering shadows around his eyes and the vulnerable gleam in their green depths. His words came out as a soft whisper, as if he were afraid to be overheard. "Is it so wrong that I feel safe with you beside me?"

Raising her hand to his face, she watched as Felix turned to nuzzle into her palm with a sigh. She kept her tone warm and loving, hoping it would cover the concern bubbling up inside her heart at his sudden change in behavior, "No, of course not, my dove. I'm so glad I make you feel safe..."

"...you're so warm and soft, comforting, that I just...my heart cried 'home' and I fell asleep," he murmured, his words like a whispered confession as pale lips trembled against her skin.

The intimacy of his tone left her speechless as she stared at her boyfriend. Felix was often stoic or mocking, keeping everyone at arm's length with biting comments... Hell, his primary love language even appeared more often as teasing banter sheathed in a mirage of scorn. The moments in which he revealed his softer side were infrequent and reserved for the select few that he cared about, Marinette receiving the bulk of it after his mother. However, even then, there was still a piece of him left guarded that no one could touch. Amelie had hinted at a rough childhood but wouldn't go into details, simply giving the young designer the advice to have patience and make him feel loved.

The exposed man before her was so different from the one that stole her heart that she scarcely remembered to breathe! Perhaps the prolonged exposure to Duusu was attuning him more to his emotions? As the silence dragged on, Marinette noted the way his eyelids pressed closed and he drew shakier breaths, as if trying to suppress something deep inside. She could tell he was at his emotional limit, his muscles growing as taut as a wound spring as his defenses began to rise in the deafening silence. She needed to do something to assure him of his well-being while still leaving room for this new emotional territory their relationship had expanded into...

Taking a cue from his love language, the bluenette shook free of his tight grip and climbed on top of him with a playful smile, bracketing his face between her forearms as his hands unconsciously found purchase on her hips as she hovered over him. Guarded green eyes searched her face silently, as if waiting for a strike. "Are you saying I'm so boring that I put you to sleep, Mr. Fathom?"

He smirked, a light growl emitting from the back of his throat as she leaned in closer. "Oh I'll show you how boring you are, Love..."

They would both be tired and sore tomorrow but they certainly weren't bored the rest of the night. And Marinette certainly couldn't complain about his lack of attention.

~~~~References:

Rip Van Winkle: Dutch-American folktale about a man that, while out squirrel hunting to avoid his nagging wife, falls asleep for twenty years after imbibing in alcohol with strange mountain men.

Tib: Medieval term of endearment meaning "calf", because ladybugs are sometimes called ladycows. Also became a way to refer to young women of a lower class, also sweetheart, in the 1530s.

Dove: Victorian term of endearment, some breeds mate for life, felt it was fitting for the peacock (bird) holder.

[hockybish]

I’m just gonna put a bunch of ideas and if u don’t like them don’t take them!!

Kirill just seems like the sweetest of the sweet baby girls, when ur having a bad day he gets u flowers, there’s a storm out and ur scared he’ll cuddle u and distract u from smt that happened at practice or smt ur on ur period and ur carving a certain food he’ll be the first in the car to go get it for u I can picture reader speaking another language and I can see them exchanging « classes » where he teaches her Russian and she teaches him wtv language u decide lol I see reader maybe in her late college years and he’d go get her from school or smt and ur makes her day cause he’s so thoughtful like he brings her lunch or smt Omg don’t get me started on dates, he just compliments u the hole night, holds doors open for u opens car doors pulls out ur chair and shows up to ur apartment w flowers and walks u down and walks u back up after to make sure ur ok

This is it for now u want more lmk

I love all of this. But I've chosen a couple bits down below :)

~ In the summer Kirill will got to Market Flowers at the Minneapolis Farmers market and he'll come home with an armful of flowers for you, every single kind of flower. He can't decide which ones you'll like the best so he gets on of each. There are so many you run out of vases to put everything in.

He is always getting them for you, whether you had a bad day, its date or he just feels like it. There are alway flowers in the house, and he will come up with the most random reason why he'll get them for you.

"Kirill this is too much. They're so pretty" Tears start to line your eyes. None of your past boyfriends ever did anything like this, it was so nice.

"Pretty girls deserve pretty flowers." He smiled at you. You smiled back. Standing on your tip toes, you reach up and plant a kiss on his cheek.

~ It was Mats Zuccarello's daughter who said something to him in Norwegian and he had no idea what she just said. Kirill kind of just raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side, unsure. She was getting frustrated with uncle Kirill each time she repeated her words.

You were a friend of the Zuccarello's, staying with them for a little visit, and had witnessed the little interaction between the two. You were completely fluent in the language so you knew exactly what the child had said.

"She wants you to play dolls with her." You pipe up. As adorable as a confused Kirill was, you took pity on the hockey player and told him what she wanted.

"You speak?" Kirill giggled, you nod answering the question, and he giggled again. He didn't mean to giggle in a bad way or like he was making fun of you. He thought you were cute, and he tends to giggle a lot, especially when he was excited or nervous.

"Will you teach me sometime?" He asked smiling. He really liked you and wanted to get to know you better. What better way then get you to teach him something new, maybe he could show you something in return.

"Uncle Kirill come on!" The toddler came back into the family room and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the toy room.

"Call me, we'll work something out." You winked at the blonde haired man. He was cute. Secretly you hoped the two of you would do more than talk.

~ I hope you like sushi, because he's always bringing you to Billy Sushi. He wants to show you off. And when ever there's another Russian player in town he's taking you with him. This is where those classes he was giving you pay off.

I know have more on this but I can't think right now. But I love all these so so much friend. Please send more if you want.

[diamaker-moon]

Moving Forward — Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Face it, Césaire

Despite disagreeing with her judgement of carrying it all alone, Félix knew he couldn't just interfere with her work, and will respect her wishes of working on it alone, even if he somehow dislike it. He also knew that when the time comes that Marinette needs help with anything, he can imagine himself suddenly putting down everything in a second and rushing to her as fast as his legs could.

Maybe it might not be for saving Paris, but just to see her smile at him knowing he'll be there to help.

— previous chapter... —

"That's enough Chloé! You're being a real bitch right now!" Alya shouted at the top of her lungs.

"I've always been a bitch, and you're not changing it now." Chloé rebutted.

Alya is already on edge about what's happening. Everything was collapsing around her, suddenly everyone is fighting her for Marinette. For Marinette!

"Why are all of you suddenly like this?! Suddenly ganging up on Lila? That's so low for all of you!" Alya screamed.

Alya couldn't understand why every student in the class is suddenly becoming hostile to her new best friend. She never understood why it is Lila's fault that suddenly the bully, Marinette, is gone. She was the one to blame, she tried to bully a student who did nothing but befriend her. They should've been celebrating. They should be happy that they got the bully to leave! But here they are fighting over the said bully.

"Als... Maybe it's time for you to listen." Nino said, coldly.

She flinched at the sudden tone of her boyfriend. Nino hadn't spoken to her like that ever, not even when he was angry for her being so careless. She knew Nino as a caring person, so she couldn't comprehend that the person in front of her is the same one.

Chloé stepped much closer to Alya, to the point where she was standing right in front of her.

"Listen very carefully. Marinette knew from the very beginning. I could see it on her face. The moment she heard you speak so proudly about your stupid interview with that liar, I could see from afar how she doesn't believe it." Chloé started.

"If anything, Ladybug's best friend should be Marinette. I mean, isn't she the one who asked the heroine for an interview just for you?" Sabrina questioned.

Alya blushed hard. She knows that she still owes the ravenette for the very first interview up close with the heroine for her blog.

"Later on, I understood why. Jagged Stone's cat? Really? You all call yourselves his fan when you know that he doesn't have a fur pet but a reptile pet. And an airline allowing a mere teenager to enter the hangar with absolutely no supervision from any airport personnel just to save a cat?" Chloé continued with a mocking look on her face.

"And don't you hear how ridiculous it is for a grown-ass man, to write a song for a teenager? What you wanna call him a p*dophile now?" The blonde said.

Alya was dumbfounded. While others looked away after hearing it clearly. As if a hidden veil was suddenly lifted from their brains, allowing them to see reason.

"Let's add more injury to the wound, who in their right mind would accept the reason of 'catching a tissue that could gouge out an eye' when the said person that was 'supposedly hit by a ball of tissue' is wearing glasses." Sabrina added gleefully with a hidden tone of mockery.

Chloé sarcastically covers her mouth, "Wow, who knew a ball of tissue could cause such a fatal injury? Oh, what a disaster! Help!" She said with dramatic flair.

If anyone aside from the class could see around them, they will see Alya was flushed red, maybe even darker than Ladybug's new costume. She knows about the sarcastic replies and tones she was receiving from the two.

Lila was seething on the inside. All she knows that everything is getting out of hand, but she couldn't leave the room, as Kim had blocked the exit and is staring blankly at her.

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"So when do you plan to execute this plan of yours?"

"Hmm... Who knows, I need more before pursuing it, or else it might backfire all on me."

With a cold hard gaze, people could wonder what happened to the person that they could make such a gaze.

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"It's revolting to know that even an adult is willing to help her lies." Chloé sneered.

The blonde looked around before continuing, "Did you all know that Bustier and Damocles believed this little snake's lies about a certain 'Lying Disease'? Guess not."

Then Chloé's eyes moved towards a certain pair of green eyes. "And that somebody had the gall to cover up the lies and continue to act as your friend. Wow, what a coward."

By that statement, everyone knew she was talking about the nervous Adrien Agreste who suddenly had everyone's attention.

"Chloé, please. Marinette tried to warn all of you, but you didn't listen to her and then left her, I didn't want that to happen. It's the first time I made friends, I just didn't want to lose it..." Adrien pleaded.

"That. I hate you for that." Chloé said.

The boy was confused.

"You think everything is about you. You didn't care if Marinette was being bullied or being left by her so-called friends, all that mattered to you is that it doesn't happen to you. And your first time making a friend? What am I chopped liver?" She said.

"Chloé you don't understand... We were friends because our parents were acquainted with each other." He said.

The blonde girl shook her head, "You're wrong. I didn't like you at first, I could see how you slightly manipulate everything around you. That you had to make it all about you."

Adrien was hurt when he heard it.

"It's kind of true. When Marinette planned a party for getting rid of Chloé, I saw you talked to her and saw how her mood deflated." Juleka spoke loudly enough.

"I thought between the two of us, I was the rotten one. But no, it's you. And what's worse, you're not only rotten but you're like a wolf hiding in sheep's clothing. That's why Marinette left." Chloé said harshly making everyone flinch at her tone.

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The day passed by in a blur. Alya was walking home, alone, as Nino chose to excuse himself for the reason of having some space.

Alya was confused as to why she was being a target of such hostility when all she did is defend a harmless exchange student from a hidden bully.

The pained look in Nino's eyes hurts her as if it was telling her that Alya personally hurt him. And she didn't like that feeling.

As she walks slowly, she gradually points at the reason for what's happening around her. Marinette.

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[fallingforel]

Hi can i request prompts 9, 10, 16 & 20 w Brad Simpson? Could be kinda angsty but also fluff please

A/n I've been so slow recently a lot has been going on but I'm slowly working through requests so here it is and lets get on with the showwww 😅😅😅

prompts 9,10,16 & 20 “I could never leave you behind.”, “Come with me.” “Drop the attitude.” “You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

words: 1,835

It was a great night, Brad performing to a sold out arena show, with his best mates by his side. It was honestly such a pinch me moment for all of us 20,000 people out there tonight. I had been there for all of it, I didn't mean to give them their break It happened when I was working for EMI I mentioned that my boyfriend had a band one day when he asked what my plans was and said that I was watching my boyfriends band performed, he came that night and then offered them a record deal and it just happened in a whirlwind.

But as I was saying it was a good night...until it wasn't Brad had bought out Sabrina, the one girl I didn't get along with. She made it her mission to break me and Brad up, but it didn't work. However when he was up there with her it hurt me because he seemed so in love with her when they were singing together. Ultimately, I knew it wasn't the truth but I'm a chronic overthinker and it's things like this that send me into overdrive with my overthinking.

Brad didn't know I was here tonight, thinking that I had to work late tonight. So that just made it worse, I was genuinely working late but as I work at his record label and everyone knew I was his girlfriend, Kirstie my bestfriend in the workplace, took over my work so that I could surprise him tonight.

However, I still went backstage to congratulate everyone, I still cared and who was I to turn down a drink with my best mates? They deserved it especially after coming down from a tempestuous high. Alcohol and good music in the green room was the best way to do this, so I went to go find them.

"JAMES!" I shouted spotting the tall blonde boy from a few metres infront of me, "Y/N! what are you doing here? Brad told us you were at work." "well I was. But Kirstie took over my work so that I could be here tonight knowing it was your o2 show tonight. You guys did so good!" I said ending my sentence with a bit more enthusiasm than usual. "Kirstie is so good to you, you'll have to bring her to one of our concerts sometime! I know we'd all love to meet her" "Oh James! She'd love that. Not to mention you two would be perfect for eachother!" "well, that gives you even more reason to bring her round. C'mon drinks are calling our names. May I?" He asks politely making a loop with his arm on his hip. Gesturing for me to link my arm in his, which I nod to.

After just a few twists of the hallway we were at the green room and as soon as I opened the door noticing Brad and Sabrina laughing together, all close as well. But, I was soon distracted by Connor and Tris shouting "Y/N!" at me, followed by both of them wrapping their arms around me. After niceties were made I soon had a vodka cranberry passed to me by Brad, followed by a kiss where he went in for the lips but I turned my head, so it landed on my cheek. Brad clearly upset by it said "Drop the attitude, Y/n. It's not the look you think it is" "yeah it is, especially when I'm pissed off at you" which earnt a few oohs from the other lads in the room which made Brad go off to the balcony where Sabrina fled to when I entered the room.

"Hey Y/n" James said sitting next to me, after watching my face drop when Brad left the room to join Sabrina. "You know you have nothing to worry about right?" "really? Cause you say that...but." I say leaving it up for guesses before being dragged up by Connor to join them in dancing to whatever random song was playing.

After a few songs I had to refill my drink it was a bit too empty for my liking. "What did you mean by what you said earlier?" James asks scaring me because I didn't hear him approaching me due to the loud music that was playing right now. "Nothing that concerns you. You have nothing to worry about Jamesy. Brad and I are fine. Dandy in fact."

"You see. You can't get away with saying that you and Brad are dandy because dandy's your truth hiding word." "Truth hiding word?" "Everyone has one... Tristan's is honestly, Connor's is haha, you know that sarcastic laugh he has?" he asks which earns a nod from me. "Thats his. Brad's is fine. And yours is Dandy." "Whats yours?" "C'mon you seriously don't know? I'm your best mate! surely you know!" "Yeah I do, Its okay. You always say it with a frown on your face. THAT'S yours. I was just testing you Jamesy" I say patting him on the shoulder before walking off to rejoin the party. "That's true, you tricked me! You're trying to change the subject! Don't walk off from me!" "JUST DID MCVEY!" I say while putting my middle finger over my shoulder.

As soon as I rejoined the party (just Tristan and Connor) I felt a force pull me down and my arse hit something soft... which was the sofa, and the force being James "now come on tell me, what's really going on with you and Brad?" "fine but not here...out the room" "okay" is all he says before he's pulling me up from the sofa and pulling me out of the room.

"spill." "Ever since Brad met Sabrina they've always been close, she's tried to break us up, It's clear she feels the same way I feel about him. And what was I supposed to think tonight when she was up there with all you, with Brad singing lovingly, him too. At the one concert I wasn't supposed to be at. How do you think that makes Brad look" "Bad..." is all he replies with realising how it all looks.

"like he's cheating on me, and I know he probably isn't but it's the way it looks James. What else am I supposed to think? How else am I supposed to react? like everything is A-okay between us? I think not... I'm never gonna act that way because I'm not what she is." "Which is what?" "fake blonde and fake as fuck...Now let's get back I need Connor and Tristan to bring my mood back up" which earns a laugh from James before we walk back into the room where Brad and Sabrina had now joined them dancing.

"Y/n!" Brad exclaims before he's pulling me into the dancefloor. which I pull away from and slump on the sofa. James joins them though, switching places with Brad who joins me on the sofa. "You don't seem like yourself tonight, Y/n" Is what he says breaking the ultimate silence between us not the room.

"mmh, wonder why you think when you've only been in the same room as me for all of 5 minutes, before running off with SaBrInA" "Oh come on Y/n I went out for air, And she was helping me set up something" "what for the two of you?" "no for you and I." he says which makes me tilt my head to the side in confusion.

"Come with me, I want to show you something" he takes my hand and pulls me off the sofa still holding my hand before dragging me out to the balcony, where it was set up with a little table with a red gingham print table cloth and red wine on either side, fairy lights keeping the light so we could actually see what was going on. "You did all this for me?" "I kinda knew you'd be here tonight, I asked Kirstie if she could get you away, I knew I needed you to not be near me the whole night so I thought I'd act like I was with Sabrina the whole night and act dumbfounded. I needed to set all this up." I shove his side lightly. "You idiot, I hate you," "You love me." "You're right I do. Unfortunately." "OH come on it's not that unfortunate sweetheart." "Damn! why do you have to be right everytime!" is all I say before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling in for a kiss on his lips.

We stay like that for a few minutes, before he pulls away. "There is actually a reason I did all this though." Is all he says before he drops down slowly onto one knee and pulls a box out of his pocket.

and I'm saying yes before I even realise how old I am, though I don't think it ever mattered between Brad and I how young we are.

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1 year later

"I understand you have both written vows, Brad if you'd like to say yours to Y/n first?"

"Y/n ever since we were little I always said that I'd be there through everything even if I didn't understand what it meant just hearing our mums say it to eachother meant it must be important, when we got to 11 I didn't realise I was in love with you until you were on your first date with some guys name I don't remember, then at 14 you confessed that you loved me and thought you always had. What you didn't realise was that every night I was secretly praying to whoever was listening up above to make you in love with me too and it happened. Then at 16 you gave me my big break at your internship with EMI and she thought I would leave her behind. But Y/n darling I could never leave you behind. and here we are at 20 together, 6 long years of us being in a relationship. 20 years of friendship and we've been through everything together, And I'm still going to be here together through everything"

"Brad, where do I even begin? Even though I say James is my bestfriend, you are, you always have been, but you've been more than that. At 7, my mum told me that a husband should be your bestfriend someone that doesn't feel like a chore to be with, someone you'd rather spend time with than be away from. And that's exactly what you've been from the very beginning. Even though we're only 20 right now I know we're it for eachother, we'll be both lasts and firsts and I think that's how we're made to be, together or apart I'll love you forever" Is all I say before he's pulling me in for a kiss and dipping me down. Earning a standing ovation from everyone and making the couples kiss. Safe to say, we bought Kirstie and James together, because front row they were kissing for the first time.