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mattsnutsack · 4 months

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The hot tub

chris x fem reader

warnings: smut, drugs, probably more

"MALIAH" my mom scream. I rolled my eyes, grunted, then got out of my bed. she's been calling for me for at least 5 minutes. I opened my door and walked down the stairs with my phone in my hand. "what?" I asked looking around at these random ass people standing next to her.

"uhm?" I said before getting cut off. "this is Mary Lou and Jimmy and their kids!" she gave me that one smile, the smile where she means to fix my attitude and go upstairs and change. I smiled and nodded, "hi, im maliah."

I said coming close to Mary Lou and shaking her and Jimmy's hand. I looked over at the other three boys. "I thought you said you had four kids" my mother asked with her fake nice women voice. Mary Lou's smiled and walked closer to my mom and nodded, "ah yes, I do. I have another boy. his name is Justin. he's been really busy lately with work." my mom nodded and smiled. "

well we're glad to have you guys." she smiled as she looked at the three boys. I walked over to the table and looking at my phone then glanced up at the boys. "yeah so mal, I work with mary lou and invited her over for dinner tonight." she said coming over to me patting me on my shoulder.

"mhm early dinner" I mumbled, still staring at the three boys as they were talking quietly with each other. one of the boys had red hair, tattoos up his arm and a couple on his legs.

I could tell because he was wearing brown shorts with a white T-shirt. the one standing next to him was wearing a black long sleeve shirt with grey sweatpants and white air forces.

he has a good sense of style. the last one was wearing a blue sweater and black sweatpants with white air forces. "introduce your self boys" Jimmy smiled kindly. "oh uh- hi, Im Chris" the boy with longer hair smiled at me and walked closer to shake my hand.

I nodded and smiled awkwardly. then the boy with red here smiled behind him "hi, I'm nick" he smiled shyly, "and that's matt" he also said smiling, while matt nodded once and stood next to nick. "cool, im maliah."

I smiled once again setting my phone in the waist band of my grey shorts. my mom was finishing up dinner and we all sat at the table, I was sitting in between chris and matt.

we were kind of close together but we all got along pretty well. we made small talk and listened to our parents talk. When we were finished eating I picked up everybody's plates and brought them to the kitchen sink. "we were thinking about getting drinks and maybe leaving you kids here" my mom said, smiling at me with that one look mom's usually give you that mean: please do this for me this once. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

everybody agreed and the parents leave. "so, do you guys want anything?" I ask looking around as I pick up the table from dinner. they are all standing around watching me do so. "uh can I get something to drink?" chris asked. "yeah, of course." I smiled back setting my stuff down and walking over to the fridge, "we have Pepsi, you want one?" I asked looking back catching him get a glimpse of my ass. "uh yeah please" he said adjusting his pants and fixing his hair.

I could tell he has a semi boner as his brother matt chimes in "that boy is a fiend for Pepsi" he laughed with his brother nick. I handed chris his Pepsi and then sat next to him. "sooo im assuming your a goodie two shoes girl?" chris smirked. "pffttt- I try to make it look like I am" I smirked back.

"I do alot of stupid shit" I giggled. "okayyyy, sneaky girl" nick giggled with me. "I guess" I smiled and shrugged. "oh shit-" chris groaned. "what happened" nick asked. "

we we're supposed to go to that one thing" chris frowned, "oh, the pool party thing" matt remembered. chris slowly nodded, "it's okay, y'all can go if you want." I added. "you should come with isss" nick begged, "PLEASEEE" he shouted. "fine" I giggled, "go out a bathing suit on under your clothes" he smiled.

I ran upstairs and threw on bikini and put my grey shorts back on and a colorful tank top. once I was finished I grabbed my purse and threw perfume, two blunts, 3 lighters, and my vape, and a charger then ran down stairs. "I'm ready" I smiled while sliding on my flipflops.

Chris was waiting by the stairs and smirked at me. he nodded and smiled and nick and matt got up from the couch. "I ordered an uber" matt said, "kay, cool." Chris nodded, nick was on his phone not really paying attention.

once matt got the notification that the uber was here we all walked outside, nick sat in the front and Chris sat in-between me and Matt. while I was looking at my phone, I felt a soft hand be place on my thigh, I looked at it and looked at chris. he smirked and started to caress it.

I smirked back at him and scooted a bit closer to him. it was around 4pm when we got to the house full of different teens and or young adults. I got out of the car and chris followed me.

I waited for the other boys to get out of the car. I whipped out a blunt out of my purse and lit it. "let me hit?" I heard escape from chris's mouth. my eye brow raised inhaling the weed.

"in which way" I smirked after exhaling and smoke leaving my mouth. "both" he said while having a lustful look on his face.

I giggled a bit and handed him the blunt. we all four stood close together while walking inside, I felt chris wrap his arm around my waist as we walked through the house making our way to the kitchen. matt and nick both grabbed a beer and I sat on top of the island counter as chris made his way towards me in-between my thighs, still holding the blunt.

i wrapped my arms around his waist and whispered "desperate huh?" he nodded slowly, then handed me my blunt back. soon he walked away and didn't come back for awhile, so I was sitting on the counter getting high with matt and nick. we got to know each other better, than I got a text...

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yuukei-yikes · 10 months

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also sorry for sending two asks in a row but i wanted to put this one in its own separate ask but its slightly related to the prev kdmm ask i sent.

anyways kano comes over to kdmm's apartment like maybe once a week to get breakfast since kido's cooking slaps + he likes bothering kido. they live in the same apartment complex unfortunately so kdmm can't really escape this freak. he comes over, pets one of the cats, gets a plate, has some chit chat, then leaves. kido says theyre gonna kick him out next time he comes over but they never do. deep down they miss cooking for their siblings but they're not gonna just Say that to him

NO WAIT KANO LIVING IN THE SAME COMPLEXXXXX!!!! GENIUS kano also has a bunch of cats cant convince me otherwise i think he goes to kidomomo apartment and drops cat toys or catnip or steals some cat food like Omg im running out!!! kano is so cat obsessed i think he'd foster a lotta cats too

i think he'd walk in totally unsolicited he doesn't knock he has his own keys. he probably even comes over while there's no one home and goes through the fridge. he would be in there like carpet. i can imagine him texting kido like whats for dinner tonight im on my way (coming down the stairs)

also kido missing cooking for their brothers🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 awww kido would bring food to them i know so. theyre the kind to make a shit ton of food then give it to everyone and then also yell at everyone to give back their glass tupperwares

AWWW IM SO OBSESSED WITH KIDOMOMO AND KANO BEING NEIGHBORS AS ADULTS NOW i have such specific ideas of where everyone lives.... my mind is expanding..... u didn't ask but ratio kano lives with his cats + kidomomo live together (with hibiya if he's still in hs) AND ARE NOW NEIGHBORS WITH KANO + if hibiya isnt in hs he's roomies with hiyori while they're both in college and he has a part time job to afford it while hiyori is Rich (not necessarily dating i imagine them as just besties) + seto and mary are building their own house together and live in basically huge WIP + haruka and takane in some nerdy ass apartment but also i kinda like the idea of them moving into takane's old house later on and live with her grandma cuz shes old and they take care of her + shintaro has his own apartment that's literally any Male living space picture. hes rich for selling silly tunes to commercials but acts all sad about it bc God how could his heartfelt lyrics be taken off so the melody can be used in some detergent commercial.. fist clench... + ayano lives alone. at the tateyama house. AND SHE'S SO SAD ABOUT IT (until she starts adopting❤️❤️❤️)(and if she ever gets with shintaro his ass moves in too ig)

erm anyways sorry for that last part that was weird. mekadan ❤️

#ask tag #headcanons

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girlrry · 7 months

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hey mary I feel like I always ask this so forgive me if it’s getting boring but what are your fav recipes/food you’ve been making recently? I’m making focaccia with garlic olive oil tonight!

oooooh yummmy i’ve been wanting to make focaccia but i haven’t had much time lately :-( i have really been liking easy dinners tonight i made some miso butter carrots roasted in the oven with some wild rice and field peas. i think tomorrow im going to have some lettuce wraps or something. i’ve also really been craving roasted cabbage with broth beans but the stores near me haven’t had very good cabbages lately :-((

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chloeafrazier · 10 months

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Why I Wish That Caroline Could Have Been More Motherly To Laura.

Hey Everyone how are you all doing Today ? Tonight I will Talking about Little House On The Prairie Again But Time I am Going to be Giving some Of the

definition of some of the words or even the Title of the Blog Post for it to Make More sense so Here is the definition of the Word Motherly to be Motherly

Means Someone who Is Loving and nurturing and kind and caring and again i am not trying to Insinuate That Caroline did not Love Laura or that she did not

care about Laura but i feel That Caroline Gave More Time and Consideration To the way Mary felt it was often times that when Mary was Worried or Upset

or when Mary Cried Caroline was Very Loving and Comforting to Mary Like in season season 2 Ep 13 Entitled The Pride Of Walnut Grove Mary was taking a

state Mathematics Test and she was Up Worrying and Caroline was Like Oh Mary Honey Go to sleep Now and close eyes and get some now dear its alright

but then in Season 2 Ep 18 Entitled For My Lady Caroline Told the Girls to Get ready for Bed and she was Mad at Laura and she said Laura eat your Dinner

and Go to Bed right Now Young Lady but then in the same scene when Mary was Going to bed Caroline Tone of Voice was way differently she went Over to

Mary and Kissed on her Forehead and said don t study too Late Good Night Dear and im like okay Really your Gonna get mad at Laura and tell her to go to

bed but then Mary its Good Night dear Like come on Caroline i Just Never Understood why Caroline Treated Mary and Laura so differently i mean i know

she treated them differently because they were different People and all but all in all they were both her Daughters and she was Not Just Mary Mother i mean

she had More then Child and at Least when the Girls were Little she acted as if Mary was the Only that Needed her or that Mary was the Only one she had

Time for or that Mary was the Only Daughter that she wanted to slow down and talk to and get to know she did not have Much to with Laura untill she was

15 and 6 years old and that was after Mary Moved out of the House and all and i am not saying That Caroline did Love Laura but when Laura was Little

Caroline did not show it very Much and that Just Makes me Mad and Upset at the writers of the show because i did not Like that they did that to Caroline like

at all because it made me sorry For Laura like a lot well Have a Great Night Thanks For Reading have a Great Night ,

#I Little House On The Prairie

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pocolocapotterhead · 3 years

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Maybe

This text fic is for @trainingtuesdayprompts which was created by @petalstosarah who's (whoms? someone help!) writing I adore. The prompt was: “Who did this to you? Because I’m going to kill them.”. I was too tired to write angst, sorry. After writing this, I totally get why people write these textings fics, they are so much fun!

Sent Tuesday 8th July at 17:46

Unknown to Lily: Mary, when I find u I will kill you.

Lily: Hi, I think you have the wrong number. Sorry mate.

Unknown: I'm so sorry! But if you know a Mary will you tell her she is a fucking liar and Im getting the knife right now? Thanks!

Lily: Um. I mean sure but I only know one Mary and she's lovely so I'd rather not

Unknown: Doesn't change the fact that she's a bitch

Lily: I don’t think we’re talking about the same Mary here

Lily: What did your Mary actually do?

Unknown: She told me to dye the end of my hair blonde. The fucking bitch.

Lily: Right

Unknown: That sounds weird but it is actually a travesty

Unknown: I look terrible.

Unknown: And my hair is one of my only strengths.

Lily: What are your other strengths?!

Unknown: ......

Unknown: I lied it's my only strength

Lily: Your only strength is your hair?

Unknown: And now it's ruined

Lily: if it helps I've been told my only strength is being able to roll my eyes so hard they fall out the back of my head?

Unknown: Actually that helps in no way

Unknown: That's such a cool superpower

Lily: Can you send me a pic, I'm invested in this now, you need to show me

Unknown: *attached photo*

Lily: No show me a real picture

Unknown: What are u talking about

Unknown: That’s me

Lily: Riiiiiiight.

Lily: I don’t believe you. Can you send me a picture of you licking a lemon and holding a toothbrush?

Unknown: That's weirdly specific but ok

Unknown: Give me a sec

Unknown: Y do u want me to do that?

Lily: Because I know you haven't just got a pic of the internet

Unknown: u don't believe me?

Lily: Random people who accidentally text you are just never even vaughly your age and hot.

Lily: They’re all dodgy 77 year old men who ask you if you want to meet up for some dinner and sex.

Unknown: the picture is taking forever to load

Unknown: Now I’m interested.

Unknown: How old and hot are you?

Lily: 19 and Very.

Unknown: Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool

Lily: Was that a Brooklyn 99 reference?

Unknown: Maybe

Lily: I bloody love that show

Unknown: its awesome i know

Unknown: it's loading its loading its loading

Unknown: *attached photo*

Unknown: annnnnnd it finally loaded!

Lily: Fuck it’s you

Lily: Also remind me, who did this to you?

Lily: Because I’m going to kill them.

Unknown: Someone called Mary MacDonald….kill her for me yes please

Unknown: It's awful innit?

Lily: Um

Lily: How to say this nicely?

Lily: Your hair is dodgy as fuck

Unknown: ouch my feelings

Lily: Haha

Lily: Hang on, you know someone called Mary MacDonald? How far from London do you live?

Unknown: Not very

Unknown: It's like a 10 minutes trot away why?

Lily: Ahaha

Lily: And is this Mary MacDonald a blonde geography student who works part time in a library?

Unknown: Maybe? I'm not sure but shes definitely blonde

Lily: she isn't dating someone called Sirius Black in a kind of on and off fling is she

Lily: I didn't punctuate that sentence and I cannot tell you how much it bothers me

Unknown: OH MY GOSH

Unknown: IM SIRIUS' HOUSEMATE

Lily: OH MY GOSH!!!

Lily: ARE YOU CALLED JAMES!?!?

Unknown: YES!!!

Lily: WHAT EVEN???

James: ARGH!!

Lily: This is so fucking weird

James: IKR?!?!?!?!!?

James: I get a random number from Sirius that I'm told is Mary's number but it's not it's yours! I'm guessing you're Lily right?

Lily: Right

Lily: …….

James: ……..

James: you don't think they set us up, did they?

Lily: That's exactly what I'm thinking

James: Actually Mary keeps telling me how funny you are

Lily: Well to be fair to her, I am hilarious

James: great

Lily: *Great

James: I wrote what I wrote

Lily: our friends are weird

James: So weird

James: Are you going to Sirius' thing tonight?

Lily: Maybe, I haven't decided yet

James: I'm going to go dye my hair back before that but maybe I'll see u there?

Lily: *you

Lily: Maybe ;)

James: Ok well MAYBE I'll see yo(u) there?

Lily: Maybe ;)

James: Also….Call Me Maybe? ;)

Lily: Oh my gosh I love Caerly Rae Jepson

Lily: Also…..maybe ;)

#training prompt tuesday #jily fluff #modern au #texting fic

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i-am-ironic · 4 years

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The time that Dick dragged Marinette and Damian to the police because damian was nice to someone.

The title is a bit of an over simplification but it got the most votes and i think its funny. This probably isn't what you were expecting but damian wasn't expecting it ether so here we go!

Part 2

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Damian was not having a good day. It had started out fine. He had gone to Wayne Enterprises to look over some paperwork and was planning on introducing his long time girlfriend to his family later that day. As he was headed back home he saw a flower shop, it had been a while since he had gotten marinette anything after work so he decided to stop and get her a bouquet.

He picked out a beautiful set of flowers, with lilys and some yellow flower he didn't know the name of.

But, as he was walking down the sidewalk toward his car a woman stopped him and said, "would you mind holding this for me? Just for a second?"

Now usually he would say no but marinette had been telling him he needed to be nicer to people so he said, "yes, just hurry."

He soon learned he should not have said that.

The woman handed him a bundle. Right before sprinting back to the flower shop and around the corner.

Damian's first though was 'well crap. This is a bundle of dr*gs isn't it?'

He carefully stated to unrap the bundle so he wouldn't disrupt what ever was in there. He didn't want any of it on him and he didn't want to touch any of it.

Well it wasn't dr*gs.

When he removed the blanket from the top of the bundle he found a face. The eyes were closed and the little pink mouth was open. Soft black hair was poking out from the edge of the blanket.

This was a baby.

He was just handed a baby on the sidewalk.

The baby was asleep.

He didn't know what to do. He couldn't process what just happened. So he did what any logical man would do. He walked to his car, and got in it. Then he realized he couldn't drive anywhere with the baby so he got out of the car and started walking back to his apartment.

He must have looked pretty strange walking down the street with flowers in one hand and a baby in the other. He was still wearing the suit from the office and he was a Wayne. As the youngest of the Wayne's and only blood son he was pretty recognizable by the public.

When he finally reached the apartment the first thing he said after walking in the door was, "Marinette I'm never going to be nice to anyone again."

"Why babe?" Marinette called from the kitchen where she was cooking something for dinner. "What's wrong? Oh you brought me flowers how kind!" She grabbed the flowers turning on her heal to go put them in some water.

"Mari, im sure what ever you are cooking will be great," he said, she knew that today was his day to cook but they would have to talk about her overworking herself later, "I need some help over here."

"Why? What happened........." she saw the baby but then put her head in her hand before saying, " Damian Wayne is that a baby?"

"It is and I don't know what to do, and we don't have milk or diapers, or clothes, or....... Marinette? Are you okay?"

"Just give me a minute, I wasn't expecting my boyfriend to come home with a baby today." She stood there for a second before shaking her head and looking back up at damian. "OK so we have a baby. I guess we should see if he or she needs to be changed before we go to the store."

"We don't have any diapers." Damien added helpfully.

Marinette took the baby and walked to the living room as she said, "okay so go to the kitchen and get a towel and while you are in there turn off the stove."

As damian looked for a towel he heard marinette yell from the other room, "its a girl!"

After the 'diaper' situation was taken care of the two of them just stared at each other and the baby between them. She had woken up. She had the biggest blue eyes ether of them had ever seen. She couldn't be more then a month or two old. But she wasn't crying. She just looked around.

"Okay, so," mari started, "how about you tell me how you acquired a baby girl, in the car to the store."

"Yeah, about that, um, you see I didn't have a car seat so I just kind of walked here from the flower shop."

"Of course you did. It's fine we can walk, ill hold the baby if you promise to carry all the stuff we buy."

"Deal." He could carry all the things they would need, plus it would give him a great excuse to show off.

"So.... are you going to tell me where you got this baby?"

"Well, pretty much i went to get you flowers and as I was leaving a lady asked me to hold something for her and I remembered how you told me to be nicer to people so I agreed and then she took off running and I saw the baby and brought her home."

"So a lady just handed you a baby and ran, dang. You are aware no one is going to believe you right?" Mari said still trying to process everything.

"Yes I'm aware. Anyway we can't keep calling her 'the baby' we have to give her a name."

"Any ideas?"

"Marry."

"Kate."

"Emma."

"We are not naming her emma. What about Adélie?"

"How about Martha?"

"After your grandmother? That would be a good middle name." She paused for a moment, "I know Gabrielle, Gabby for short."

"Gabrielle Martha Dupan-chang al Ghul Wayne, poor kid has such a long name." Damien laughed.

"We might not be able to keep her dames, then what?"

"First we are going to get clothes, diapers, clean blankets and some formula. Then we can go to the police and file a report for fear for the safety of a child. The fact that she was just handed to me on the street should be enough evidence, they should give us custody until everything goes through. In the mean time we can try to get approved to foster her and maybe even adopt."

"One step at a time."

By this point the two of them had reached the store. (Im imagining like a Walmart or Target type of store) They made a bee line for the baby section. Neither of them had any idea what to look for and they didn't want to call any more attention to themselves then they already had. After all this was Damian Wayne walking into a store with a girl no one knew, and a baby, who had a dish towel wrapped around her waist. Needless to say people were staring.

Marinette picked out three outfits, a pastel purple dress, a green onesie and a blue onesie. Then they got some bottles and pacifiers before heading over to the diaper section. Neither of them expected to see Dick Grayson-Wayne walk around the corner as they were trying to figure out how many diapers a baby really needed for a few days.

The shock on Dick's face was worth all the questions he was inevitably going to ask. First he looked at his brother, then marinette, then the baby products damian was holding, and finally the baby in marinette's arms. He closed his mouth that had been hanging open and nodded, walking over to the three of them.

"Im not going to ask about the dress," he said Indicating the baby clothes marinette had handed damian " or the girl, and frankly I'm too scared to ask about the baby, but are you still coming to dinner tonight?"

"We don't know yet." Obviously annoyed Damian looked between his brother and marinette, "we didn't expect to have a baby this morning, so the plan has changed."

"What do you mean you didn't expect to have a baby? If you're girlfriend is pregnant then you are going to have a baby! That's usually how that works. Honestly Damian!" Then he seemed to remember all the days of school Damian had missed because of Robin dutys, "oh no. Damian when you were in high school did you miss the class called-"

"Im going to stop you right there," Marinette finally cut in "um, you see this isn't, exactly,our baby."

"And to the police we go!" Dick said dragging them out of the store barely letting them pay for their stuff. When ever ether of them tried to speak he would shush them and say they should tell it to the judge.

Did he honestly think they had stolen a baby? Well, to be fair, that's pretty much what Bruce did to Jason soooo....... and he had just met marinette and didn't know what kind of person she was. But they were planning on going to the police after the store anyway so this actually worked out.

Once they arrived marinette went to the bathroom with Gabby to change her diaper and put on some of the clothes. Damian and Dick went to Commissioner Gordon so Damian could explain the situation.

Marinette walked in right as damian was finishing the story, " And Dick saw us in the picking out a bottle and he asked about the baby and when I told him she wasn't our he dragged us here."

"So what your telling me is that you want to keep the baby until and unless the parent or gardien comes forward?" Commissioner Gordon looked quite surprised, "Damien you are so young, you don't need a baby that isn't your responsibility, and what does your girlfriend think about all of this?"

"I agree with damian," the three men looked up at Marinette holding baby Gabrielle, they had been so caught up in their talk they hadn't noticed her walk in, "i know what foster care is like, one of my roommate was in the system and she barely mad it out alive, it's been years but she still has nightmares and calls me in the middle of the night. Ha," her laugh was humorless and cold, "we bonded over our trama. I wont let this sweet little girl go through that when I can stop it."

Dick had slight tears in his eyes he remembered life before Bruce adopted him. There weren't many good memories. "I think they should keep her. If anything goes wrong they have the whole family to help, and no one should have to wonder where they are going to sleep that night."

"If you all are that determined then i'll start the paperwork. But," he said stopping the smile that had started to form on the new parents faces, "you will both have to agree to give her up if we end up finding her legal gardien, before you officially adopt her. After you adopt her she is yours and no one can take her back."

Marinette and Damian hugged making sure not to squish Gabrielle. They went back to the store, while Dick told the rest of the family Damian and his girlfriend would be a little bit late, and they had a surprise for everyone.

Damian walked in front of marinette as they entered the house.

Alfred the butler was there to great them, "good evening Master Damian and you must be miss mar-" the shock on Alfred's face was evident as he stared at Damian's tiny girlfriend holding a baby's car seat. "Is-is that?"

"Alfred could you please tell my family to gather in the living room we will be up in my room until then so they won't see the 'surprise'." He put emphasis on the word 'surprise' gesturing at the car seat.

Alfred nodded and smiled mischievously. Damian lead marinette to his room were they left all the baby stuff. When you have a baby you have to travel with a ridiculous amount of stuff.

When Alfred came back to get them he started at the baby girl, "what is her name?" He asked softly so he wouldn't wake her.

"Gabrielle Martha dupan-chang al Ghul Wayne." Damian answered just as softly.

"How old is she?"

"We aren't sure, we when to the doctor earlier today after we finished at the store and he said she was about two months old."

Alfred looked quite confused but knew they would explain once they got to the living room with the rest of the family.

Damian walked in first to block marinette and the baby from his family's view. The room was packed, there was Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Stephanie, and Barbara, not to mention Selina Kyle Alfred and Duke. When they had said the WHOLE family wanted to meet Damien's girlfriend they ment the whole family. When Damien sat down and they saw Marinette and Gabrielle, and i am not exaggerating when I say, all hell broke lose.

In the chaos it was hard to hear what specific people were saying but someone said, "i knew it wasn't like you to want us to meet your girlfriend now it all makes sense!" And "Well Bruce, at least he knows about his kid." There was also lots of swearing probably by Jason. Tim chugged an entire pot of coffee. Only Bruce was silent. He started at the them and waited for the room to quiet down.

"Damien, would you like to explain yourself?"

"Well this is all marinette's fault if you think about it."

Marinette looked offended as she responded "it is not my fault! You were the one who took a random baby home!"

"YOU KIDDNAPED A BABY!!!" Jason cut in.

"I mean its kinda the opposite of kidnapping if you think about it."

"I did not kidnap Gabrielle, she was handed to me on the street and I didn't know what to do so I took her home."

"Oh my God!" At this point everyone was confused. "What do you mean she was handed to you on the street?"

"Well i was walking out of the flower shop and a lady came up to me and asked if I would hold something for her and I said yes, so she gave me something and took off running. I looked down and there was a baby. I took her home and then marinette and I went to the store to get her some stuff. That was when we saw Dick. When he found out Gabrielle wasn't our baby he took us to the police i explained everything to them and we are going to keep her until her guardians can be found. If they don't find anyone we are going to keep her."

"What a story." Tim said. "Well that clears that up let's eat."

They continued talking late into the night about all the things that would have to change. But all things considered it went pretty well.

When the little family got home marinette went through the blankets Gabrielle had been wrapped in and found a letter.

"Dear Mr. Wayne,

This is my daughter, I don't have the money to take care of her, please give her a good life I don't know what will happen if she is put in the foster care system and I don't want to think about it. If you decide to keep her I will sign over all parental rights to you, I just ask that you give her the life that I couldn't, and that you let me see her on holidays. My name is Amanda Jones you can find me if you want to or just let me be. tell her I love her but I couldn't keep her. I love her so much."

She would have to give this to the police in the morning. But for now she had to get some sleep before Gabrielle woke up.

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This took forever to write but here it is i hope everyone likes it and thank you to everyone who voted on the name for this. I'm not entirely happy with how it turned out but its not bad, and I don't think it's going to get any better.

(Part 2)

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brelione · 3 years

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Marriage (Preference)

Rafe

Rafe just wants you to be happy

He’d probably let you plan the entire thing, nodding with a grin at every single thing you said.

But he needs chocolate covered strawberries.Its not an option.

He’d definitely need pep talks from Topper and Kelce

“Im going to fall.”He muttered, worried about embarrassing himself in front of his father at his own wedding.

He ends up crying when he sees you in your dress though.He just cant help it.

Kiara

She’s been planning the wedding since the second date.She even had a pinterest board.

The fancy wine, the nice music, the fancy glasses.She had planned it all.

She even wore a bikini under her dress.It wasnt a huge ball gown, it was something simple that she had gotten from a thrift store and grabbed some fabric from a different store and customized it herself.

It had to be a beach wedding.It just had to be.

She just smiled as you walked towards her in your dress, looking over at Sarah. “Look how pretty my girl is.”She whispered, practically shaking with excitement.

He didnt want anything big, just big enough for friends and some of your family.He wanted to save the money that wouldve gone towards it for you guys to go on a trip to Hawaii.

Kiara and Sarah had helped you pick out your dress and Sarah even decided to pay for it.

You two had breakfast foods served at your wedding, leaving before it was even over to get on the plane for your trip.

But the sex on wedding night was mind blowing

The crashing of the waves at the beach house you were staying at, his big smile as he kissed you all over.It was perfect.

Sarah

Forest wedding, soft music, disney theme.

The dress code was literally to come as a character

Kiara came as Belle, JJ as Kristoff, John.B as Hercules and Pope as Black Panther because he had spent time to make his own suit.

Sarah’s dress was a soft pink like Aurora and yours was green and fluffy like Tiana’s to match the Forest theme.

John.B

Beer, a rented suit and a rented dress.

He managed to get a ring after working over time for a few months, taking you out on the boat after the ceremony to a small island he had found.

The two of you had a picnic on said island, drinking some beer and eating some cereal, laughing the whole time.

Barry

He never thought he would get married.Ever.

It wasnt really a wedding

It was more of him stealing you a ring, cooking you a nice dinner and receiving gifts from his brothers and his aunt.

But he knew that he was gonna spend the rest of his life with you and in his mind that was what marriage was about

So he just declared that you guys were married

Pope

He was a smiling mess the whole time, holding your hand and refusing to let go after the ceremony

He was even smiling when you got frosting all over his face, giggling and kissing you lightly

It was one of the few times he ever drank, taking a few sips of wine

“Hey, you get some good pussy tonight.”JJ patted him on the back.

Half the pictures were of his face buried in your hair or the crook of your neck, a smile on his face.

Topper

His mom wanted you to get married in a church

So of course you guys didnt get married in a church

It was somewhere on the beach, drinking champagne together and watching the sunset.You guys hadnt even told anyone, you just signed the papers and celebrated.

Kelce

The wedding was huge

He had to invite everyone he knew.His cousins, his aunts and uncles, his kindergarten best friend, his mail man, the guy who had brought him groceries once.He just wanted everyone to know.

The cake was huge too, at least nine tiers of candy flowers, fruit and whipped cream icing.

He just held you the whole night, arms around your waist or shoulders.

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cevansbaby-dove · 6 months

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Imagine meeting frank's niece for the first time.

Paring: Frank Adler X Reader girlfriend

"Y/N you'll love Mary she's a sweet little girl and very smart."

You smile back at Frank. "I don't doubt that i would love to meet her Frank, we have been dating for a year so.."

He smiles. "Come on I'm picking her up from school in a few you can come with"

You stand up in the cafe and Frank throws some money on the table and takes your hand in his placing a kiss on it.

You and Frank have been seeing each other for a few years and things got heated a few times but you both love each other, then he asked you out for coffee today and now you were meeting his niece the smartest girl on the planet.

You two get to his place and the school bus pulls up and mary gets off and sees frank and you holding hands, she runs to frank. "uncle frank" He kneels down and catches her. "hi sweetheart did you have a good day at school?"

She nods and looks at you. "Hello" You smile. "Hi Mary it's nice to meet-" Mary says. 'i have to go do homework"

She runs into the house and sets her books on the kitchen table.

Frank takes your hand in his and you say. 'Did i scare her?"

He smiles. 'Nah she's okay hon come on" You two walk into the house and Mary looks at you and smiles.

You smile back and Frank says. "Mary this is y/n uncle frank's Girlfriend"

Mary walks over to you and says. "Nice to meet ya y/n sorry if i just ran in but i have to get my homework done or Mrs Stevenson won't be happy" She walks back to the table and you nod. "I see, do you need help?"

Frank says. "no she's good right hun?" She nods "yes i'm ok but thank you for asking" Y

You look at Frank and walk to him saying. "She's very sweet" Frank looks at you smiling. "I told you you would like her" he kisses you and says. "What should we have for dinner tonight girls?"

You smile. "I'm ok with anything" Mary is writing in her notebook and says. "Mrs Stevenson was asking about you Uncle Frank"

He looks over at her. "oh? everything ok?"

Mary nods. "Yea she just asked how you are and wanted to go out to dinner with us" You look at Frank. "Dinner?"

Frank sighs. "I used to uh...date her..till i found out she was married i broke things off right away" You nod. "right..."

Frank looks at you. "hon it's nothing like that still, im with you not her she's in the past"

You smile. "I know but i still can't help but feel a bit..um..jealous?" Frank smiles. "nah hon no reason for that" he kisses your head. "it's all good now" you smile. "thanks"

Wasn't sure how to end this...maybe i'll be writing a part two but i haven't seen the movie so i did my best.

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sexy-monster-fucker · 4 years

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Fuck Me Up

NSFW Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader

requested by anon: Eddie/Venom w/ a girl that has serious daddy kink (bc that’s me) Like she accidentally slipped it out and it just turned on Both Eddie and Venom so freakin much but Eddie just don’t want to admit but venom is like a super freak about it that will be nice thanks

requested by anon: *slips quietly into the ask box with a hoodie pulled down over their face and slips a little note in before quickly running away into the night* 'What if Venom has a daddy and/or breeding kink?' *as you look at the note all you can think is* 'wtf'

requested by anon: hello 🅱️🅱️ could you do some kinky eddie/venom x reader where the reader has a daddy kink 👁👄👁 oops maybe some ddlg factors in there

warning: male dom, explicit smut, daddy kink, oral

Eddie kicked the door shut behind him as he held your waist in his hands. Your lips were pressed together tightly. You had been waiting for this all night. You had went to a nice dinner with Eddie, it was a treat. It made you feel special to know he cared so much about you.

Eddie took you there to make you feel like a princess for a night. The princess he knew you were, at least to him. He had been craving you all night. He wanted you more than anything right now. Even at dinner, all he could think about was getting on top of you. He watched you eat, wishing you were putting something else in your mouth. Venom made sure to play into Eddie’s thought. “Just wait ‘til we take her home,” he placed the thought inside Eddie’s mind. He had already been thinking about you, but the monster amplified his feelings. It took everything in him to keep from growing stiff at dinner. The little dress you wore only encouraged him more. Your breasts hung out and your ass was very visible. Every curve could be seen, nothing was hidden. It made him more territorial of you tonight. He could feel Venom stewing inside him anytime any male even slightly looked at you. Even if it was the waiter asking you for your order, he was angry. You were his, not anyone else’s. He only wanted his eyes on you. He knew he was being dramatic, but that did not matter when Venom got involved. “We will show her who she belongs to very soon,” he hissed in the back of Eddie’s mind.

He held onto the back of your neck tight, his lips pressing even more firmly against yours. He had you pinned against the wall next to the door. He ran a hand down your backside, grabbing your ass and squeezing it. You moaned at his touch. Eddie purred at your sound, “Tell me, princess. Who did you go and get all dressed up for tonight?” You smiled through his kisses, “You, Ed.” He grinned, “Oh? Little ole me? Is that so?” Eddie bit his lip. He ran his hand up your dress, stopping at your soaking opening. “Oh, God. Already so worked up, little girl? I did not know I had this kind of affect on you,” his mouth hung open. He stuck two thick fingers inside you and began thrusting. Your head fell back against the wall. “Damn, you’re so tight,” Eddie growled.

Eddie nipped at your neck, “Now... tell me, who is it that you belong to?” Your breath was escaping you. His fingers pumping inside you had your mind spinning. “You, daddy,” you spit out. Eddie’s motions stopped and he pulled his lips from your neck. His eyes looked into yours, “What did you just call me?” You felt your cheeks fill with your embarrassment. “I-I-I’m sorry... I-It just slipped out... I-I-I,” you muttered under your breath. “Say it again,” Eddie whispered breathlessly. You bit your lip and whispered, “Daddy.” Eddie breathed out quickly. His expression was serious. “Holy fuck. You have no idea how much that turns me on,” he whispered. His breathing became heavy. A new sensation of running through him. He felt more dominant than ever. You were his, and you admitted it. He placed a firm hand on your neck, “So, you’re daddy’s little girl, eh? Never thought you’d call me that. But, God, I am happy you did.” His hand felt so good on your neck. He was being so dominant. You wanted him now more than ever.

Suddenly you felt something crawling up your leg. “So, we’ve got a new nickname,” Venom growled in your ear. Eddie’s attention did not leave you even with the arrival of Venom. Venom wrapped himself around you, making his way under your dress and feeling you. You shivered at his touch. Eddie cupped your cheek in his hand, “Oh, the things I am going to do to you tonight. You have no idea what you’ve done to me now.” He pressed his lips back to yours, sloppily. “Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you,” he mumbled. In a swift motion, he picked you up and began carrying you to the bedroom. Venom stared at you the entire way, his arousal very apparent. Eddie laid you on the bed gently. You looked up at him. He rubbed his hands together as he stood looking over you. He bunched up your dress, revealing your lace panties. He quickly pulled them off, throwing them to the floor. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss against your lips, “How would daddy’s girl feel if he worked a little magic before fully going in?” You shook your head in agreement. “That’s what I like to hear,” he groaned. He knelt down in front of your opening. He placed your legs on each shoulder. He pressed his face between them, licking up your slit. You threw your head back in pleasure, moaning his name. Eddie bit his lip, “Now, now. What is my actual name?” You moaned, “Daddy.” “That’s more like it,” he growled. He pressed his face deeper between your legs, his touch began making circles on your clit. You gripped the sheets below you, balling them up in your hand. You called out to him, making sure to call him the thing he wanted to be called. He moved his attention to your inner thigh, kissing and biting it. He shoved three hefty fingers inside you, pumping them fast. “Fuck, daddy,” you could feel yourself getting close to the edge.

Eddie promptly pulled his fingers out of you, standing up. You whined at his sudden movement. “Bratty little girl, aren’t you? Don’t worry, daddy is about to give you the thing you’ve been wanting,” he purred above you. He pulled his pants down, revealing his member being contained by his boxers. You bit your lip in anticipation. He slowly pulled his boxers down, teasing you. When he finally revealed his long, hard cock you groaned at the site. You could feel yourself quivering at the site of him. You suddenly felt Venom wrap himself around you neck, “Now then, tell us what you want us to do to you.” You moaned, “Fuck me.” Venom licked your neck, “Who do you want to fuck you, baby girl?” You groaned. Eddie grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head. His cock was resting at your opening, one thrust and he’d be inside. Eddie looked you in the eyes, “You heard him. We don’t know who you want to fuck you unless you tell us.” You licked your lips, “You, daddy. I want you to fuck me.” Venom growled in your ear, “Good girl.”

With one swift motion, Eddie’s cock was inside you. You screamed out in euphoria. It was music to Eddie and Venom’s ears. “Fuck. Daddy’s little princess knows exactly what he wants to hear,” Eddie moaned. He thrusted inside you, keeping a steady pace. Venom kept his grip on your neck, now also holding your wrists above your head. Eddie held your hips in his large hands. “Faster, daddy,” you called out. Eddie smiled, “As you wish.” He picked up the pace, pounding into you now. You could feel your orgasm approaching, but you did not want to finish until you knew Eddie would allow it. “D-Daddy, I-I’m real close. Do I-I have you-your permission,” you asked. “Of course, baby. Cum for me,” he purred. Your orgasm ripped through you. Your entire body was tingling from the sensation. Eddie soon followed after you. He finished inside you, making sure to fill you up.

Eddie laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms. He kissed you on the head, “Daddy’s girl.” You giggled, “Always.”

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End

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charmed-asylum · 3 years

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𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ ℰ𝓁𝓈ℯ ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇

Nothing Else Matters, Sneak Peak

Summary: Rosary Wood use to spend her summers at Hawkins when she was younger. Now years later after the untimely death of her father she sent to live with her grandparents. Coming back to a place that not only gave her pleasant memories but also dark secrets she hopes not to come out. Her plan was perfect. Till one night she finds a drunk boy full of curls and things were never the same.

FYI: This is my first fan fic story ever. I do have dyslexia so if something wrong let me know . If you like it let me know ,if not let me know. Foodie should be done this weekend. Side note im looking for some talent more info to come!!

CHAPTER ONE COMING MONDAY

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How the hell this happened. How the FUCK this happen. How did I end up alone on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere? Cold as hell with a runny nose from my tears and sharp pain of betrayal. I know now. It all started a couple of months ago. When I was tossed into this hickory town. Where you have to go to school and one night finds some stupid blue eyes boy drunk out his mind. With your stupid Mother, Mary's attitude had to help him. Now that drunk piece of shit made you fall for him to drop kick you in a small amount of a few months.

My brown eyes fill with glittery tears, tried to think back on every step that lead me here what was it? What did I do wrong? What I would do to go back to that night in October. Go back to that day I met that boy that came out of nowhere and changed my life

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The fall air left a warm scent as I walk out the greyhound in my short denim overalls with a plain white short-sleeved shirt and black and white converses with black laces. My long midnight black wavy hair dancing with the wind with my red heart shades on, taking in my surroundings. Even though I have been here many times, this was the first time I came that wasn’t summer visits.

Those had an arrival and departure two way this time though was a one way. It was a lot different than home, Florida. It’s always sunny and things to do unlike here. Flipping my cassette player back on I walk over to the rusted metal benches and wait for my ride. I didn’t want to be here. However, when you have no other choice what can you do. My life stuffed in my dad's old beat-up army bag. I lend back hoping this was a dream and I wake up home with my dad, not here. I didn’t hate here I just hate why I’m here. The two-day bus rides a dread and didn't help. Still, I’m stuck with nothing to do but cruise under the radar till graduation. Toss the cap in the air and by the time it's back in my hands I have another ticket to somewhere else.

A gentle tap took me out from my inner monologue back into reality. An older woman in her 60s with short curly golden frost hair and bright ruby red lipstick with a bit on her front tooth dress in a housewives wet dream catalog daisy print long dress. In all, she was the fifth unseen golden girl or what I know her as grams.

“‘HELLO ROSARY. You hear me call for you over there by the car” Grams shouts into my ear. Looking up at her I smile and move my bag out the way to hug her tight.

“ Sorry, the meds got me all out of it. Hi, grams it good to see you” I said holding onto the strap of my bag. She gave me a nod and kiss my cheek leaving an imprint.

“ Oh shut I forgot. Sorry, we couldn’t get your flights no airport close by. Sweetie. Grab your bag we can go home” Grams says walking and talking to the car. Tucking my shades in my pocket I follow her music still playing in my ears.

“ Where Papa at,” I asked looking out the window.

“ Oh, he at the diner checking on things. But he will be back by dinner. I sign you up for school. You start tomorrow. Your car will be ship here in two weeks so the bus to school till then” Grams said pulling up to the house. “ Look, honey. I know things have been hard the last few months but coming here can be your fresh start. So it’s up to you what you do. Stay sane try to be different better you dear” Grams said getting out of the car. Simply put it don’t fuck up this time.

“ Yes. Ma’am. I’m gonna the perfect granddaughter” I said with a eat shit grin.

“Don’t do that it’s tacky. I did not mean what I said that way sweetie. Huh lord, I need my soaps. Drop your stuff in your room” Grams said walking into the house.

My room more like a guest room. They tried though I give them that the last time I been here was years ago when I was 11. Then after that was with my dad across seas. By then the damage was done. Walls were eggshell white with a few pictures of me by dad and them that set on the wall by the window. The bed was against the wall with a small glass nightstand with a trunk in front. Probably the same one my dad had when he was my age. The small closet across the bed and an old oakwood dresser. This will do I’m sure in no time she can make it homie. I push my hand on the bed testing out the string a bit. This is my life now. Better just get used to it. Anger bubble deep in my chest as it slowly starts to hit me. This is a life I don't want. I wanted the life I had before one that was far from perfect but he was there. I toss my bag beside me with a bit of force and scream into my hands.

It took no time till I was done. I change up the pictures and some more on my dresser. A few things on the nightstand then to top it off my mint condition organized record collection in a purple crat that sat beside my dad's 1960s Gibson Hummingbird Fixed Bridge acoustic guitar.

“ So you all done. It’s not much but we go somewhere someday. Sorry, papa wasn’t here. After Benny passed away our place been the hot spot. Back to the glory days, he says” Grams said with a chuckle. I sat down beside her legs cross under me and started to flip through Good Housekeeping

“ So Benny no more. Anything else happens since I have been here last” I asked getting comfortable.

“Let's see. That Will kid you babysit a few times went miss for a week or so. Last year. And that’s about it. I don’t pay much attention to those things. Papa and I are going to bible study tonight. I know you not up to it this week. So you don’t have to go but I am looking forward to next week” Grams said. I ruffled my hand into my deep chocolate hair and nod yes.

“ I would love that. Thank you. That reminds me. I have to fill up on my pain killers. If it’s not much to ask can you please take me one day this week? Or may I go into town myself” I asked taking out my pill bottle?

Still, months later the pain reminds the same. Even the memories still were in tack as if it happened minutes ago. A tear rolled down my face just reliving it. Grams hold me tight smoothing me and rubbing my back as I let out a heavy cry. My dainty finger claw into her shoulder blade as tight as possible. I didn’t hate I was here I just hate the why.

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2sunchild2 · 4 years

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Day 7— Dancer Au

Yes I skipped day 5 and 6

Sue me

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Five, six, seven, eight

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Perfect.

Is what she strived to be.

Discipline.

Is what she was taught.

And tonight, she would showcase her talent in front of hundreds of people.

The Palais Garnier was absolutely beautiful. The golden details on the walls, the grand staircase, oh! and the paintings! Everywhere she looked, she found inspiration. She so desperately wanted to whip out her sketch book, but she knew she didn’t have the time.

Marinette and the rest of the ballet had arrived at four pm sharp. They had been in one of the rehearsal rooms of the palace, doing their warmups. Marinette tired not to focus on the pain burning her legs and glanced outside.

The snow slowly made its descent towards the ground. She could see a couple kissing under a streetlight, another couple was walking down the street, hand in hand. She smiled at the sight. Paris really was the City of Love. If only she had that luxury. Love was never an easy thing to come to her. She frowned, watching a third couple argue near the gate. A familiar sight, she would know.

“...nette! Miss Dupain-Cheng!”

She froze at the sound of her instructor. She slowly turned around and came face to face with Mme Dubois, who’s arms were crossed and face was stern. She could see the other ballerinas either whispering to each other or mouthing her ‘good luck’. She could see Adrien looking at her sympathetically before giving her a mocking ‘I’m praying for you’. She gave him a glare.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng. A word,” and with that, she left, expecting the younger woman to follow, which she did after a few seconds of accepting her fate. She walked out ignoring a certain Lila Rossi, who didn’t bother keeping her snickering quiet.

She when walked out, she could see Mme Dubois already walking down the hallway. She ran as fast as she could to catch up. The women stayed silent as the made their way around the palace. The stage crew had left some of their equipment and the younger girl made sure she didn’t trip on anything.

“Marinette,” her teacher’s voice sounded softer than it usually did, “do you know why I’m so hard on you?”

“Because im the lead?” She asked curiously. Mme Dubois was contstantly on her ass over every little thing she even did mildly wrong.

Her teacher gave her a deadpanned look, “because I know you have potential, you just aren’t trying hard enough.”

She opened the door to reveal the theatre, Marinette gasped at the sight. It was beautiful. The red and gold screamed at her, the stage was being set, the seats were being cleaned, those very seats would contain over a thousand people that night.

“Marinette, when I first started out, my instructor was a very controlling woman. But she cared, and she made sure we were the best of the best,” Mme Dubois grabbed her students hands, “and that’s what I want for you. I chose you for a reason. You have something Miss Rossi doesn’t. So tell me, what are you going to do?”

The question hung in the air for a few seconds. Marinette glanced back at the theatre and smiled.

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“Are we seriously going to see the fucking Nutcracker?”

Damian’s eye twitched as Jason complained for the eleventh time. He was counting. Dick smacked his more violent brother up the head and told him to shut up. There was a reason Dick was his favourite.

They were in Paris for Christmas. Selina’s choice. And she really wanted to see the Nutcracker for some reason. Something about the magic of the French Ballet. Damian didn’t get it but he enjoyed classical music so he decided it would be worth it.

“Wow,” breathed Tim. He stared at the palace in awe. It was truly a beautiful building. It shone in the night. The Palais Garnier stood proudly, welcoming guests from high class families and social circles.

They were seated in one of the booths with a great view of the stage. The loud chatter ceased as the lights faded and the curtains opened. The dancers flowed out as the music began.

He watched in fascination as the ballerinas danced on their toes with such grace and elegance. And then stepped out the lead. The girl playing Clara was... beautiful. She danced unlike the others. She was precise with her mouvements. Her arms followed her legs as she danced around the stage.

The play went on and Damian watched in fascination, unwilling to acknowledge the way Dick nudged Jason, or the looks his father and Selina have been sharing.

And soon, a very familiar tune began to play. The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy began, and the girl playing Clara danced alone. By God she was beautiful. Her pink ensemble shimmered under the light. Her dark hair tied behind her head so they wouldn’t disrupt her dancing.

And before he knew it, it was over. The dancers gathered to the Center of the stage and bowed.

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“I told you, you had nothing to worry about!” Adrien piped up from next to her. She laughed and hit him on the shoulder. Marinette glanced at Mme Dubois who smiled at her and nodded. She felt her chest swell with pride.

“How about we go home after this, non?” The blonde next to her asked, smiling childishly.

“Yeah, okay, just let me get changed first.”

She walked to her dressing room and opened the door, only to see it filled with flowers of all sorts. A few bouquets were from her parents. Others from friends. Most from strangers.

Although a beautiful bouquet of red roses seemed to be calling her. Marinette walked towards it and examined it, touching the soft petals occasionally. Oh. There was a card. She gently picked it up and read the note, she smiled softly. It was quiet for a few moments, just her, the note and silence.

At least for a few minutes. She was startled by the sound of someone knocking on her door, “Mari?” Adrien’s voice rang through her ears, “you almost done?”

She looked back at her note and called out, “Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute!”

I didn’t think Angels were real, but you, Miss Dupain-Cheng, have proven me wrong. Would you care to accompany me to dinner at Le Cinq tomorrow at 7?

Best wishes, Damian Wayne

xxx-xxx-xxxx

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Better late than never amirite

Also special thanks to @little-kitty-kanny for helping me with this ily!!!!

#daminette december #daminette #maribat au #maribat fic #maribat #its late but whatever at least its done uwu #not adrien salt

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But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 6: Something Borrowed, Something Blue]

I’d like to give a very special shout out to @killer-queen-xo and the insightful prediction she left on Chapter 5 about Y/N and the camera...you were close! 😉

Chapter summary: Y/N breaks a promise; John gives a gift; Freddie has a request; Roger makes a scene.

This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.

Chapter warnings: Language, creepy male behavior.

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“Welcome!” Mary chimes as she opens the door for you, then her eyes flick down to the gift bag decorated with Santa hats and sprigs of holly. “Oh, love, we said positively no presents!”

“It’s just something small, I promise. Very inexpensive.”

“She’s here!” Freddie announces with a flourish of his hands, leaping up from the couch. The apartment he shares with Mary is tiny and very cluttered, and absolutely none of the decorations match. The walls are a collage of Bohemian tapestries and family photos and prints of Rococo-style paintings and magazine cutouts of articles about Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, The Beatles, Aretha Franklin, Elvis Presley, Queen. Freddie pecks you on both cheeks; Blue Christmas is drifting from the record player. You’re suddenly aware that the apartment is brimming with the scent of baking cookies. In the living room, Roger, Brian, and John are hanging strings of popcorn and paper ornaments on a short, rather scruffy Christmas tree. There is a vast array of presents scattered around the tree stand; all are small, with the exception of one large square box swathed in silver and sapphire wrapping paper.

“I see no one else respected the no presents rule either.”

“You Bostonians and your insatiable need to rebel,” Freddie quips, shooing you towards the tree.

“Y/N, look at this,” Chrissie says from where she and Veronica are sitting on the couch threading popcorn. She’s frowning and holding up a piece of paper cut into the shape of a Pontiac Firebird. “Will you please inform Roger that this is not Christmas themed?”

“Awww!” You grin as she hands it to you. He’s even drawn on a windshield, headlights, and a smiley face floating behind the steering wheel. “Let him hang it, Chris. It’s the only car he’s going to be able to afford for a long time.”

Roger bounds over and embraces you, nearly knocking you over. “This is why you’re my favorite American in the entire world. Possibly my favorite person period. The love of my life.” He takes the paper Firebird and impales it on an ornament hook, then combs through the tree branches for an ideal location.

Brian points heatedly at Roger. “If he gets to hang the damned Firebird then I get to hang my Saturn!”

“Look what you’ve done,” Chrissie tells you, but she’s smiling. She’s wearing a gorgeous green velvet dress and pieces of mistletoe weaved into her long dark hair. Veronica is beside her in a chunky red sweater and denim skirt, not particularly flashy yet festive nonetheless; she waves to you as she pushes pieces of popcorn one by one down the string. She’s wearing makeup tonight, which is unusual. Her lace-white cheeks are tinged with rouge, her slate-blue eyes rimmed by lavender shadow. Freddie and Mary are removing a sheet of cookies from the oven and quibbling over whether they’ve browned enough.

Roger gestures to the gift bag as you place it under the tree. “You better not have spent your own money on that.”

“Oh, tons. It’s diamonds and gold and a dash of overpriced modern art, just to spice things up.”

Roger growls theatrically in his high, raspy voice. Brian stands back and admires the tree as John loops a strand of multicolored Christmas lights around it.

“It’s actually very modest,” you assure Roger. “Not impressive at all. Chris helped.”

“You enabled this behavior?!” Freddie scolds Chrissie as he traverses the room with an overflowing plate of chocolate chip cookies.

She sips cheap red wine impishly and shrugs. “I know a girl in fashion school, I can get their extra yarn if I buy her a cup of tea and pretend to care about her disastrous love life.”

You smirk. “Disastrous love life? I’ve got one of those.”

“You knitted something for us?!” Roger shouts, delighted.

You wiggle your fingers in the air. “What can I say? I’m good with my hands.”

Roger groans. “Don’t tease me.”

“You certainly are,” Brian tells you. “That roadie who busted his forehead open got fixed up straightaway.”

“That was literally two stitches. Head wounds just bleed a lot, it looked way worse than it was.”

“Well,” Brian insists. “I was impressed.”

Freddie claps his hands, slick obsidian nail polish gleaming. “Ahhhh, I’m so excited! What have you made for me, love? Oh, I hope it’s a nice thong.”

“It’s probably not,” Chrissie says.

Mary pours you a glass of wine and glances around the room. “Does everyone have enough cookies? Drinks? Veronica, dear?”

“I suppose I could use a refill.” She passes Mary her glass and smiles as John sits beside her on the couch. You’ve never quite been able to figure out Veronica; she’s cordial yet removed, kind yet wary, extremely dogmatic in her Catholicism and yet simultaneously socializing with rock stars who are unmistakably living in sin. Her most redeeming quality, as far as you’ve observed, is her steadfast devotion to John...or, perhaps, to the life she’s envisioned they could build together. She rests her hand on John’s thigh and glances coolly at you as you pretend not to notice.

Mary returns with a fresh glass of wine for Veronica. “Alright. Should we start with you, Y/N?”

“What, for the gift exchange we all promised wasn’t happening?” You grin. “Sure, I’ll start.”

You open your Christmasy bag and start doling out small boxes. It’s December 23rd, and Queen is enjoying three weeks off for the holidays before the Sheer Heart Attack Tour resumes. The next show is in Columbus, Ohio—not exactly a cultural mecca, it’s true—followed by a scattering of stops across the continental United States. Half of you is thrilled, especially for the night the band will spend in Boston; the other part of you is dreading it. You don’t talk to Roger about what he does with groupies on tour—or what Brian does, or what Freddie does—and Rog doesn’t mention it around you either. He asks you to join him after every show, for dinner or drinks or clubbing; and you tell him no (though it’s never easy to) and try not to think about the apparent eventualities of stardom. Then Roger goes one way, and you go another.

“Let’s see, what do we have here...” Brian begins prying open his box with long careful fingers.

“You can’t judge me,” you plead. “I’ve only had the tour break to work on them, and I’m really not an expert knitter or anything, and I—”

“Oh, it’s lovely!” Freddie gushes, holding his black and white striped hat aloft for everyone to see. He pulls it on over his silky hair and turns to Mary. “What do you think? Am I dashing?”

She beams as she kisses him. “Overwhelmingly so.” And you think about how being on the road feels like one dimension, and being here in London another. Here, fidelity and domesticity; there, freedom from the familiar world and all its browbeating rules.

“Mittens!” Brian proclaims joyfully. They’re an olivey green, and just large enough for his hands. “They’re so comfy, feel these Chris...”

Roger whips his hat out of the box; it’s very fuzzy and a fiery red with flecks of burnt orange. “I’m obsessed! I adore it! I’ll never take it off!”

“I can’t believe you did all this,” John says. He’s sliding on his mittens, which are a soft greyish blue. “This must have taken you days.”

“It’s Christmas! You’re supposed to slave away for the people you love at Christmas. And you’ve all done so much for me, the scales will always be hopelessly lopsided, don’t you worry.”

“The color is beautiful,” Veronica observes as she touches John’s mittens, but perhaps guardedly.

“They match his eyes!” Freddie exclaims; and they do. “This is delightful, Nurse Nightingale. Truly. How can I ever repay you?”

A smile ripples across your face, full of serenity and relief. They really do like the presents. I didn’t stay up until 4 a.m. knitting for nothing. “The cookies and wine are more than sufficient. I’m so sorry I didn’t have time to make anything for the ladies, but hopefully your charming future husbands will share and there are chocolates in the bottom of the boxes for you—”

“Oh please,” Chrissie snaps. “You’ve already made the rest of us look thoughtless enough. Kindly shut up and drink your wine now. Thank you, obnoxious Bostonian.”

You laugh as Chrissie distributes her and Brian’s gifts for everyone. She decreed weeks ago that you’ll spend Christmas Eve and Day with her family in Dartford. You can help me keep Brian distracted and in good spirits, she’d told you. His father is livid about us living together without being married, and I’m petrified Bri will give himself another ulcer over it.

Inside the small boxes Chrissie passes out are fancy teabags that smell like pomegranate and peppermint. Freddie and Mary dispense pouches of little pink soaps shaped like dolphins and seashells. John and Veronica give everyone homemade candles, which are either ruby red or evergreen. Roger has picked out three novelty mugs: Led Zeppelin for Brian and Chrissie, cats for Freddie and Mary, and raining gold coins for John and Veronica.

“Well I hope that’s prophetic,” John jokes.

“I don’t get a mug?” You’re trying not to show it, but you are hurt that he forgot you.

“No, you don’t.” Roger rummages around under the tree and passes you the large square present wrapped in silver and blue paper. Chrissie and Mary whistle and clap.

“Oh, big spender!” Freddie chastises.

“Roger, no,” you breathe, horrified.

“Roger, yes!” He drums the coffee table eagerly. “Open it.”

“No real presents allowed! You don’t have the money—”

“Are we married?” Roger asks.

You blink at him. “What?”

“Are. We. Married?”

“Not to my knowledge.”

“Then you don’t get to tell me what to do with my very tiny sliver of earnings that the record company doesn’t steal.” He grins. “Now open it.”

Slowly, cautiously, you tear through the wrapping paper as the others hover on the edges of their seats. John is squinting suspiciously. Roger balls up his fists and presses them to his smiling lips. You open the top flaps of the box.

“No.”

“What is it?!” Mary begs. “The anticipation is agony!”

“Yeah, love of my life,” Roger taunts, his blue eyes luminous. “What is it?”

Carefully, you lift it out of the box. It’s brand new and shiny and perfect.

“A camera!” Freddie cries.

“A Canon F-1, to be precise,” Roger says. “And a manual too. For our aspiring wildlife photographer. Us feral musicians being the wildlife, of course.”

“Roger...” You reach for him instinctively, and he rushes over to wrap you in a hug. “Thank you so much. I don’t know why you would do this for me.”

He laughs. “Because you’re the best gift I ever got, Boston babe!”

“Let’s give it a try!” Freddie plucks the camera from your hands and begins loading film. “Alright, click this...press that...oh fuck, how do I do this?! Deaky, come over here. You can fix anything.”

“Sure thing, Fred.” John readies the camera in just a minute or two, no longer than it takes Mary to refill glasses and send around another plate of cookies. He looks a little ashen to you, a little stunned; but when you ask him if he’s okay, John just smiles and nods.

Freddie snaps photos of Brian and Chrissie as they snuggle on the couch, of John posing sheepishly in front of the Christmas tree, of Veronica waving as she nibbles a chocolate chip cookie, of Roger in his flame-colored hat. Then Roger makes sure you get your camera back, and it’s your turn to take the pictures. You sit beside the tree, the kaleidoscopic glow of Christmas lights speckling the walls like stars, and collect still frames of memories like catching lightning bugs in jars, like it’s July instead of December, like it’s the heart of a year instead of the end. After a while Freddie comes over to sit next to you, to toast wine glasses with you, to make fun of your flushed cheeks. Then he watches as you gaze at Roger from across the room. Rog is trying on Brian’s mittens and clapping his hands like a seal, grinning hugely, flashing his pointy little canine teeth. And despite all those oh-so-rational promises you’ve made to yourself, you begin to wonder.

“Don’t do it,” Freddie says quietly.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you sling back, pleasantly tipsy. And then: “Why not?”

“Because I like having you around. And if you do this, eventually you won’t be around anymore.”

When you’re finally exhausted enough to drag yourself away from them and catch a taxi, John follows you out into the hallway of the apartment building.

“I have one more gift for you.”

“John, no, absolutely not, I am thoroughly unworthy—”

“Stop.” He pulls a thin, rectangular item from behind his back. It takes you a moment to recognize it.

“Your notebook...?”

“I know it’s not wrapped.” He’s anxious, you realize, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “I kept trying to work up the nerve, and I still wasn’t sure about it when we came over here, and now, well...here I am.” He gives the notebook to you, and you open it, and you gasp in awe.

Inside are sketches from Rome: the concert, the temples, the museum, the beach on that cool breezy afternoon, and, best of all, the people you shared the city with. You and Roger laughing in front of a statue of Perseus. Brian and Chrissie contemplating ruins. Freddie hunched over a piano, his dexterous hands stretched across the keys. And you sitting in that sweltering, fire-lit corner of the Italian restaurant, smiling from behind a glass bottle of Coke. You trace your fingertips over your own face; it’s blissful and peaceful and beautiful in a way that you’ve never seen yourself. “John...”

“Because, you know, you said that you wanted to document the tour so you could remember it all, and I figured...since you didn’t have a camera...maybe this would be better than nothing.”

“It’s a lot better than nothing, John. It’s incredible.”

“They’ll do for now. You won’t need drawings anymore,” he notes, somewhat mournfully. “You can put them on your refrigerator until you have photos to replace them with.”

You shake your head, still staring. “The way you captured my face...”

He shrugs, smiling crookedly. “I just borrowed it.”

“Thank you.” You climb onto your tiptoes and wrap your arms around the back of his neck. He’s warm and gentle; his fluffy hair tickles the sensitive undersides of your wrists.

“Happy Christmas,” he whispers to you; happy, not merry, like a true Englishman. And he’s right. You can’t remember a time you’ve been happier.

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The phone rings like a scream, like shattering glass. It wrenches you out of that fogged, heavy precursor to sleep and your hand fumbles from beneath the covers to grab the receiver. The cord bounces clumsily against your nightstand and nudges the blush-colored conch shell that lives there.

“Hello...?”

“Darling, there’s an emergency.”

You bolt upright in bed. “What happened? Are you okay? Is the band—?”

“There’s going to be a party on New Year’s Eve and you have to come.”

You groan and fall back into the embankment of pillows. “Fred, that’s not an emergency. Jesus christ. I thought someone died.”

“Then you should be overwhelmed with gratitude for your friends’ continued existence and delighted to join us!”

You glance at the calendar tacked to your wall. “That’s tomorrow, right?”

Freddie scoffs. “Of course it’s tomorrow! Some bloke from the record company is hosting and I need a date. Makes me more marketable or something. Mary can’t come, she’s got the flu. So you’ll have to take one for the team and play the adoring paramour. Shouldn’t be too heavy a lift. I’ve been informed that I’m very adorable.”

“Make Roger do it.”

There’s an edge to Freddie’s voice when he speaks. “They aren’t quite that progressive, dear.”

“I’m really more of a museums and restaurants person than a getting coerced into socializing with strangers person, if I’m being completely honest with you.”

“You’ll survive,” he replies brusquely. “Chrissie and Brian will be there. You’ll have fellow boring people to hide in a corner and eat biscuits with and discuss planetary movements or whatever the fuck.”

“Great. Roger and John are coming too?”

“Not Deaky. He already has plans with Veronica’s family and can’t weasel out of them. It’s not like he would schmooze anyone anyway.”

“Oh.” That disappoints you, more than you thought it could. “Maybe I have plans I can’t weasel out of, ever think of that?”

Now Freddie sounds amused. “You don’t.”

“How do you know?”

He laughs. “Because there’s no one you love in London more than us.”

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The paramour ruse doesn’t go very well; within twelve minutes Freddie has abandoned you and is guzzling martinis with Elton John and some record company guys you don’t recognize, pointy party hats on their heads and silver balloons bobbing against the ceiling. It’s not 1975 yet, but it will be soon. The mansion is decked with suits and ballgowns and expensive-looking vases perched precariously on end tables. Elegant white columns rim the vast living room. You, Brian, Chrissie, and Roger are chatting nervously by a massive punch bowl carved in ice, swiping appetizers off the waiters’ trays and trying not to break anything.

“I feel completely useless,” you say, nodding to Freddie.

Chrissie chuckles. “I think he just wanted you to be here. He thinks you’re good luck, you know. All our fates turned around when you showed up.”

Roger points at you with his punch glass. “Your people specialize in witchcraft, don’t they?”

“Oh, so close. That’s Salem, about thirty minutes up the road. No witches in Boston.”

“Hmm. Sounds like something a secret witch would say.”

You brandish your hand through the air. “I summon more mini crab cakes.”

The others glance around. “It didn’t work,” Chrissie observes sadly.

Brian sips his punch, which is bubbling and a vivid red. “Maybe you have to invoke Satan first. I saw a toy poodle on the couch you could sacrifice.”

“Yes, yes,” Roger agrees. “Just toss it in the oven and see if anyone notices.”

You throw your head back and laugh. “Now that would make a fantastic impression.”

Roger grabs your empty glass, plops it on a passing waiter’s tray, and takes your hands in his. They’re rough and strong, and they feel a little too good. “Alright, are you going to dance with me now?”

“Roger...”

“Don’t harass her,” Chrissie warns. “She’s here, she’s working on conjuring more snacks, she’s under no obligation to dance with you on top of all that.”

He frowns at you, those intense blue eyes bright beneath shagging bangs. “Really?”

You smile, reaching up to straighten the collar of his sparking rainbow jacket. “If you’re still interested in 1975, you can ask me then.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grins triumphantly at Chrissie, and she smirks back. “Can someone kindly tell me what that clock over on the mantle says? Obviously I can’t see that far.”

“11:19,” Brian says.

“Fantastic. I’ll be back.” He winks at you, then looks to Brian. “Stay with her, will you?”

“Sure.”

Roger lights a cigarette and saunters away, smoke drifting around him. Several young women—escorts or daughters of producers or soon-to-be-ex-girlfriends of musicians—descend upon him and start asking about Killer Queen. Roger is radiant when he replies, enchanting, wearing charisma like a snake’s skin, climbing ever onwards up the rungs of the social ladder; and you think about how there’s Home Roger and Tour Roger—though he felt like home in Boston, and though he feels so distant now—and how any woman who chooses him will have to spend her life watching him devour other people’s love from across the room, from across the world.

“Be careful,” Chrissie tells you softly.

“He won’t be back at midnight.” You pour yourself a fresh glass of punch, avoiding her eyes, hiding your disappointment...or, embarrassingly and infinitely worse, perhaps your hope. “They’ve been staring at him all night. And he’s noticed.”

“Oh, honey...” Chrissie rubs your bare shoulder, not knowing what else to say.

“It’s fine,” you tell her. And you plan to drink until it feels like it is.

Some guitarist from Genesis appears to introduce himself to Brian, and Bri leaps into a fevered discussion of how much he admires the band’s work and how he built his Red Special and the merits of guitar techniques that sound like Russian or Japanese to you. Before you know it, the mysterious Genesis man is hauling Brian off to present him to someone equally important. Chrissie shoots a worried glimpse at you as she follows Bri away.

“Go!” you insist, forcing a smile. Just abandon me in this super intimidating mansion full of rich important strangers and breakable museum artifacts, that’s totally cool.

“We’ll be back in five minutes, I swear.”

You wave cheerfully. “Take your time!” You peer at the clock. Thirty minutes until midnight.

As you’re dishing yourself yet another glass of punch, a man in a posh white suit approaches from the other side of the table. “Are you hiding from people as well?”

“Not too successfully, apparently.”

He recoils and raises his eyebrows. “My apologies. Want me to disappear?”

You almost say yes—it wobbles on your lips like an unsteady toddler—then you reconsider. He’s tall and blond and polished; he looks a bit like Roger from an alternate universe where Rog went to boarding school and plays polo. More significantly, he could be someone important, someone the band needs, someone you don’t want to offend. “No, I’m sorry, that was so impolite. Please forgive me. My judgment is quite impaired, that’s my excuse, I blame the punch. Also I’m a New Englander and thus inclined to be uncooperative towards Brits.”

He laughs, a full genuine laugh; and it feels like a victory. See? I’m clever, I’m charming. Anyone would be lucky to have me. “I’m Eric.”

“Y/N.”

“It’s a resounding pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” He gestures towards the open area on the floor where buzzed men and giggling women are tripping over each other. “There’s no way I could interest you in that, is there?”

You ponder it, nursing your fourth punch. You aren’t much of a dancer, that’s true; and this handsome stranger of a man isn’t Roger. But he might be able to get your mind off him.

You sling back the rest of your punch and slam the glass down onto the table. “Okay. But only because there’s an Eagles record on.”

“Deal.”

He follows you to the dance floor, weaves his fingers through yours, sways easily with the music. Eric tells you that he’s from up north, in the Lake District; his family owns an estate that used to be the seat of an earldom or something. He describes endless emerald hills and castles and horse farms until your mind starts to swim, until the effects of the punch and scant appetizers roll over you like a wave.

“Okay,” you announce dreamily. “Thank you so much, Eric. This has been lovely. But I have to go sit down now.”

“Oh come on, one more song!”

“I’m flattered, but I have to pass. Maybe after midnight...” You move to pull your hands away, but he doesn’t let go. His fingers are locked with yours. You try again. Eric’s still smiling, but his eyes have gone flinty. Oh no. You look around for Freddie or Brian, both of whom have vanished.

“One more, come on,” he presses. “I insist.”

“Eric, I’m really dizzy—”

“Don’t be rude. We’re having such a nice time, aren’t we?”

“Please let go of me.” You try to keep your voice level, try not to offend him. Everyone around you on the dance floor is laughing and drinking and smoking, not paying any attention at all.

“Look, you said you’d dance, so that’s what we’re doing. Am I suddenly not good enough for you?”

“Seriously, you need to let go.” You try to tug your hands away. Your heart is racing, blood rushing in your ears. The room is listing to the right, now the left. You realize that Eric is gradually leading you away from the center of the room and towards a quiet hallway. I can’t let this guy get me alone. I’m weak and I’m drunk, and I don’t know what he’ll do to me. You struggle harder, more visibly. His grip on your hands tightens. “Let go, Eric, let go of me!”

“Calm down, bloody hell lady, I’m just trying to—”

And then Eric is ripped away from you and his face smashed with vicious force into the nearest column. You scream, your hands covering your gaping mouth; the room goes silent. Eric crumples to the floor, unconscious. Blood pours from his broken nose and litters his white suit with crimson blotches and smears. Droplets drip crawlingly down the column. Roger stands over Eric, shirt completely unbuttoned, jacket rumpled, shadows of lipstick peppering his neck and chest. He wipes his own palms on his rainbow jacket, scowling, disgusted. Then he turns to you.

“Ready to go?”

“Roger, I...” You gaze in shock down at Eric. I hope he’s not dead. That might make things awkward with the record company. “I-I-I’m so sorry,” you manage finally. “I’m sorry, Roger, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything—”

“No, I’m ready to go.” He lays his hand on the small of your back and guides you towards the front door, grabbing both of your coats off the rack. “Let’s go.”

“Okay.” And relief floods through you. Okay.

Brian pushes his way out of the stunned crowd as Roger swings the door open. Frigid air skates over your cheeks. “Rog, what happened?!”

Roger glares savagely. “When I tell you to stay with someone, you fucking stay with them.” And then he steps with you out into the bitterly cold, nearly-January night.

“It’s not his fault,” you explain as you and Roger hurry down the sidewalk, your words spinning mist into the air. “Some guy from Genesis showed up and you know how Bri is about them, and I told him and Chris to go, please don’t be mad—”

“Are you alright?” He’s scrutinizing you closely; you can still see the rosy lipstick stains on his skin as you pass beneath each streetlight.

“I’m fine, I’m completely fine. Please don’t be mad.”

He narrows his eyes. “Well obviously I’m not mad at you, babe.”

“Oh god, I hope this doesn’t hurt the band. I don’t know who that guy was with. You broke his nose, you know.”

“Good.”

You shake your head, trying to chase away those ghosts of lipstick and the girls who left them there. I won’t fall in love with him. I won’t fall in love with him. “I know you were busy, I know the party was important, I know I ruined midnight for you—”

“You didn’t ruin it. We still have a few more minutes. We’ll duck into a pub somewhere and have a pint to welcome in the new year, it’ll be grand. Maybe get you some food. You look like you could use it.”

“I just...” You bury your numb, shaking hands in your coat pockets and brace yourself against the cold. “You left the girls. Left the party. I just don’t understand why you would do that.”

“Are you serious? Obviously I’m going to drop everything if you need me. I’m always going to do that.” He pulls his fiery red, hand-knit hat out of his coat pocket and slips it over your wild, windswept hair. “You’re still on my list, you know.”

You sigh. “You’re a smart man, Roger Taylor, but that’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard.”

“What,” he says, a tad bitingly. “Because I can’t promise you a picket fence and precisely two well-mannered, unremarkable children and a golden retriever? You’re right, I’m not going to promise you that. Because that’s not who I am. That’s not who you are either, by the way. But I can promise you that your life will never feel like a cage. And isn’t that what this was all about for you anyway?”

And that stops you, here in the cold dark heart of London, here beneath a cascading streetlight on the opening page of 1975. Because Roger’s right.

He takes your left hand and lifts it to his lips, and you know exactly what he’s going to do even before he oh-so-feather-lightly bites your goosebumped knuckles. “Look, forget about it. Don’t worry. Don’t freak yourself out. We’ll get a drink, we’ll watch the fireworks, and then I’ll walk you home. No questions, no answers. You just let me know if you ever change your mind, okay?”

You watch Roger, his cheeks ruddy from the wind, halos of streetlights reflected in his eyes. And you echo: “Okay.”

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Adore You [H.S]

Summary: Harry meets Lily in the summer of 1965, after graduating Uni he flies to the states to work as a photographer. It's at one of his boss's house parties that they meet and sparks fly.

But when Harry is asked to go to Viatnam and photograph the horrors happening there, will the distance tear them apart? And what about the darkness surrounding him when he returns? Will she be able to heal him.

And she...she's not the same either.

Taking in the beauty of the sixties, this is a love story that spans years and culminates in one final admission. Harry will always adore her.

Chapter One:

"And we drink our coffee and pretend not to look at each other." Charles Baudelaire

The party was in full swing when Lily arrived, nervously walking up the path to her old friend's home. People lingered outside as music thumped from inside. It reminded her very much of the parties they attended at Berkely only three years ago. It was amazing how time could fly and people could change.

"Lily!" The first person she sees is dear old Louis Tomlinson. The two of them had dated in college, albeit briefly, but that hadn't gotten in the way of their friendship. Lily rushed into his open arms, laughing as her friend embraced her warmly. "Let me get a good look at ya love," she smiled, not realizing how much she had actually missed his accent. He had come from overseas. England to be exact, a town called Doncaster. She loved his heavy accent.

He took in her outfit. Lily wore a creamed colored skirt and white blouse tucked into it. She wore a pair of black ballet flats and had a few gold bracelets on her wrists, not one for jewelry, she decided to skip the rings and a necklace, fearing if she got to drunk she may actually lose them.

"You look lovely as eva," he praised, causing her to blush slightly.

"I could say the same about you," she complimented back, almost shouting in his ear. Louis wore a white button down shirt and grey slacks. He would look good in a paper bag. Lily thought jealously. He was always so effortlessly cool looking. "Have you seen Marie around? She invited me and I never got the chance to thank her." Louis shrugged, bringing his beer to his lips.

"Not since the party started actually. She's been a proper host." The music changes, The Beatles 'Love Me Do' begins to play. "Fancy a dance love?" Louis shouted over the music. Lily nodded, taking her friend's hand as he set down his beer.

They made their way through the crowded living room, Louis pulling her in front of him as they begin to dance. Louis was never good at it, jerking and playfully teasing Lily with his moves. She couldn't help but laugh out loud at just how silly she was.

"I never realized how much I missed you." She said as he pulled her close after spinning her out. She can feel him grin against the top of her head.

"Missed you too, Love." The sound of a motorcycle pulling up outside stops their conversation. Heads turn towards the door as the music dies down and people look to see who's got the bike.

With the front doors of Marie's house open, Lily can just see a glint of black metal under the street lights outside her home. A shadowy figure getting off the bike and walking up the path towards the house. People begin to disperse, the momentary curiosity lapsing as they go back to their conversations and alcohol. But Lily looks on, curious.

"I thought she said she didn't invite him." She heard Louis say behind her. His voice slightly strained.

"I'm sorry, who?" She asks. She watches Louis swallow hard before explaining.

"His name is Harry. He's a photographer, it's rumored he does a lot of boudoir and naughty pictures, no one knows for sure. He's sort of a bad boy mystery." Lily watched as the man took off his helmet, shaking out thick curly locks that she instinctively wanted to run her fingers through.

"Oh." She said nearly breathless. He looks up, hooking his helmet under his arm. Lily feels her heart skips a beat when he locked eyes with her. His eyes were green, so light and pretty, she had to look away before she got lost in them. "I better go find Marie. She is the reason I came tonight." Lily said, clearing her throat.

"Right." Louis said, reaching out to hug her. He could see Harry was watching them, a blank expression on his face as Louis pulled away. "I'll talk to you soon...and Lily," he reached for her hand before she walked away. "Stay away from 'im please. I don't know what I'd do if you eva got hurt." Lily gave him a sweet smile before walking off to find Marie.

Harry didn't usually come to these things. He perfered to keep to himself, stay at home and catch up on some reading or work on some pictures he'd taken. But Marie was his boss and she'd been nothing but kind to him since he started working for her. It was almost a dream really, right out of Uni he had gotten the call. Someone in the States had seen his portfolio and really admired his work. It had all gone from there. So if anything he was grateful for the opportunity she had given him.

Everyone had stared at him when he pulled up on his bike. It was still a work in progress, but he hadn't thought it looked that shitty. He avoided the stares and questioning looks as he entered the party, hoping to only say hello to Marie and then leave.

It was when he had taken off his helmet and felt someone staring at him that he saw her.

She stood in the corner of the living room, right by the record player, eyes locking with his intensely. Her dark hair fell down around her shoulders in simple, loose curls, brown eyes gazing at him with curiosity. She looked away too soon.

Lily never ended up finding Marie. She pushed her way through the crowded house and out into the fresh night air. There were a few couples scattered about here and there but everyone was mostly inside, the party was kicking up a notch and that was her cue to head home.

She thought about the man. Harry, as she kicked pebbles with her shoes, arms crossed against her chest as the cool breeze swept through her hair. She should have brought a jacket maybe. But it had been warmer earlier so she hadn't thought to. It was close to midnight and she could feel exhaustion seeping into her bones as she walked the three blocks to her apartment.

The rumble of a motorcycle behind her startled her, causing her to cry out and nearly stumble. She turned to see the head light of the bikes nearly blinding her as it came to a stop beside her.

"Hey," the driver pulled his helmet off and she felt her heart jump into her stomach. It was him. "Need a ride?" He asked. Lily opened her mouth to reply but thought about Louis's warning.

"No thanks. My apartment is close."

"It's a little late to be walking home alone don't you think?"

"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." Harry grinned, she was quick. He shut off his motorcycle, climbing off of it and steering it towards the curb. He let up the kick stand and walked back over to Lily, shimmying out of his jacket.

"Here," he offered, holding out his coat. Lily was taken aback by his demeanor. He spoke to her so easily, as if they were friends and hadn't just met. "I noticed your arms. A bit nippy out tonight yeah?" Wordlessly Lily takes the leather jacket, it's heavy, but warm from his body heat as she wraps it around herself.

"Thank you." She managed.

"No problem....please. Let me walk you home. I can't leave without knowin' ya made it. Would weigh heavy on my conscience." Lily laughed softly at his words, he seemed so formal, almost stiff.

"I suppose. As long as you don't plan on stalking me." He smirked, coming to walk beside her.

"Course not. My mum raised a gentleman."

"How did you find me anyway?" She asked. He shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his Jean's.

"Was goin' home myself an saw you. Couldn't jus let you go off alone." She nodded.

They walked in silence for a bit, Lily didn't know what to say really. She was surprised and impressed by his kindness. But Harry's growling stomach ended up speaking for both of them.

"Sorry." He said shyly, patting his belly. "Haven' are in a while."

"There's a diner around the corner from my place....if you wanted to stop and grab something really quick?"

"You sure that's alright?" He asked her.

"Sure. I'll buy, pay you back for your chivalry." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"No need to do that love."

Frankie's was a 24 hour dinner. Lily came there many a night during college to cram for exams and drink enough black coffee to kill her. It was her place, but it felt a little weird bringing Harry there. She only just met him.

"Hey Martha." Lily said as they slid into a booth by the window. The older woman had walked over almost immediately, throwing Lily a kind smile.

"Who's this handsome young man you've brought with you?" Martha winked at Harry. He smiled, unable to contain his laughter.

"'m Harry. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand.

"My what a gentleman." Martha said, dramatically crossing her hand over her heart before shaking his. "What can I get you kids?"

"I'll have a chocolate milkshake and a burger, everything on it." Harry raised his eyebrows slightly. Lily was a little girl, he hadn't expected that.

"And you?" Martha asked.

"I'll have wha' she's havin' sounds good." Martha scribbled the order down before walking away. Lily cleared her throat, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"So your accent? You're british?" Harry nodded.

"Proudly."

"What brought you to the states?"

"I always wanted to be a professional photographer. Went to Uni for it. When I was getting ready to graduate we had to set up our portfolios. Marie saw mine and liked it. Offered me a job almost a week after I graduated. So I took the time to get the paper work done and now I'm here on a work visa." Martha brought out the milkshakes. Lily took a long sip of hers, savoring the chocolate taste on her tongue.

"So that's how you know Marie."

"How do you know her?"

"We were roomies in college. We went to Berkely together. She was into all the marketing and stuff. I went for Women's studies and Philosophy."

"I'm impressed."

"Don't be. It's not that great."

They chattered a bit more before their food came. Lily learned that Harry had one older sister and two older step siblings. The way he spoke about his mother and his sister, you'd have thought they hung the moon and threw the stars into the sky. Lily found herself listening closely, palm on her chin as she focused on his words and the calm slow cadence of his voice.

"Tha' was delicious." Harry said, licking his fingers. Lily laughed dipping the last fry into ketchup. She started to fish out her wallet, only for Harry to hold up his hand.

"I said I got it Harry."

"At least let me split it."

"Fine." They split the bill and each leave a little tip, waving good bye to Martha as they left the diner, it was later now, nearly two in the morning and Lily could feel the exhaustion catching up to her.

"How much further from your flat are we?" Harry asked. He reached out, taking her hand in his as she led him down the street towards her apartment.

"Right here," she said, turning towards a painted white door, surrounded by a wrought iron fence and bricks. Harry walked her up to the door, taking his jacket back as she shrugged it off her shoulders.

"I'm glad you decided to walk me home." She acknowledged, a small and sleepy smile on her face.

"I'm glad you let me." They stared at each other for a moment more, electricity vibrating between them as they locked eyes. Harry swallowed hard, leaning forward to kiss her cheek.

"G'night Miss. Lily."

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