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oikadori · 4 years

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A/N: No one asked for this but I really wanted to write some angsty fic...so this is the outcome of listening to Callum Scott and Conan Gray for three full days asfkasjk sorry this is the longest thing I’ve written Hope you like it!

Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

Summary: He was your best friend and she was perfect, but still you fell for him

Genre: angst, unrequited love

Warnings: self-doubt, insecurity, swearings

Now playing: Dancing On My Own, Heather

WC~2,6K

You should already be used to hear it, but every time Atsumu let out a booming laugh you couldn’t help staring at him with dreamy eyes.

“Oi, Y/N! Are you even listening to me?” his hazel eyes open, looking at you playfully.

“Yes, I’m hearing you, and no, it wasn’t as funny as you think” he frowns, pushing you from your chair almost making you fall if it wasn’t for his quick grip on your forearm, “You asshole!”

“Why so harsh on me today, sweetheart?”

Yo feel your stomach twist at the nickname, making Atsumu smile at the way your cheeks get a dark red.

“Because you were a total dick with those poor girls” he sighs, tired, stretching his arms behind his head, “You could’ve been nicer, you know?”

Biting your lip, you remember the teary eyes of those girls as they ran away sobbing after they had told him their love confession. Would you have the same luck if- No, no way you had a crush on him.

“They have a crush just on my looks, it’s annoying”, he spits, “Why do you care so much anyways?”

“I…-” he looks at you with curiosity as you carefully think your words, “-I guess I would feel horrible if I were them and confessed”

“Don’t tell me you have a crush on someone Y/N”

“Of course not, all of you ,men, are idiots”, he place his hand on his chest with a wounded look, making your eyes roll, a smile tickling your lips, “Now, hurry with your homework, you’re stealing my lunch time”

He reaches for his bag, taking out his lunch box to hand you the extra Onigiri he had. You smile fondly even if it is not the first time he brings you food during your study sessions.

He was your best friend, yet his gestures never failed to dazzle you.... Maybe you do have a crush on him.

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You enter the gym with a tired look, a yawn slips pass your lips before sitting on the bleachers, you plug your earbuds and take out an unfinished assignment from your bag. The second years wave at you, Atsumu sticking his tongue out, you wave back before locking eyes with him and returning the gesture, making the setter grin.

The next time you lift your eyes from your work, you open them wide before taking off your earbuds to listen to the scene in front of you.

A girl wearing the team’s jacket enter the gym alongside the captain, making it feel as if the time stop. The team look at them in surprise as she bows.

“I’m eager to be your new manager! I used to play but-” she points at her wrist with a shy smile,” I got pretty bad injured so I hope I can be helpful here”, you advert Atsumu’s gaze, making your heart flinch a little.

“I’m Miya Atsumu, setter, I haven’t see ya around before” the girl looks at him with an eager look, leaning closer, a happy smile on her face as Atsumu stands still, the smirk on his face fades as she erases the gap between them. ‘The hell is she doing?’

“Oh, I know you! The star setter, guess what they say about you is truth-”, you wait for the usual compliments girls told him all the time, your lips curve up a little remembering Atsumu’s usual reaction at them, “-your serves are truly monstrous, your technique is impeccable”

His eyes glimmer with curiosity and you notice the light blush on his cheeks as he gives her his best smile. In all the years you’ve known him, you’ve seen him flirting with girls, hooking up with one before getting another, but this…this was different.

You stand up before properly thinking what you are doing. You haven’t felt jealous before and you didn’t have the right for it, but an overwhelming despair sets the pace of your feet as they move towards them.

“I used to be a setter myself but-“

“Hey, Tsumu, see you after practice to finish our chemistry homework?” you peek your head between them, making the girl take a few steps back, a surprise look on her face. Atsumu looks at your innocent smile and blinks.

“Y/N, I told you not to call me that in practice-” he whispers to you, hiding it with a few coughs, “Uhmm, sure” the couch calls them and he waves at you before jogging off with the new manager to line up with the rest.

Your eyes linger on them a few more seconds, he laughs with her, making you furrow your eyebrows together, noticing just now, how beautiful she was.

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“You still look like crap”

“Shut up, Samu!

You stand between the twins near the main door of the cafeteria, watching Atsumu run his hand through his hair multiple times as he stares at his reflection on one of the windows ‘All that… for her?’

A voice that comes from behind you, makes Atsumu look over your shoulder with a nervousness you haven’t seen before.

“Tsum Tsum!”

He gasps at the sight of her, the short dress she is wearing frames her figure perfectly, and you can’t help to look at your own clothes wondering if you couldn’t have dressed more casually.

You remain silent as she reaches for his hair and ruffles it friendly, the display in front of you feels surreal, suddenly your limbs are numb and your eyes can’t seem to drift away from Atsumu’s happy smile as he grabs her wrist to kiss her hand.

“You look stunning”

“What a gentleman – Oh, hey ‘Samu and-“

“Y/N” the words come sharper than you intended, the girl just let out an innocent giggle

“I’m so sorry! I don’t get to see you a lot in school, you’re in the advanced classes, right?”

“Y/N is a genius, they wouldn’t allow me to play if it wasn’t for her”, Atsumu says pointing at you with pride while his other hand rests on the small of her back guiding her to your table. A lump forms on your throat, making it impossible for you to reply, you manage to pull an empty smile.

On the table you are silent as ever, nodding at all the conversations the second years try to include you in. Your mind is already far away, wondering all the possibilities that could happen if you were brave enough to confess right there, right now, but the sight in front of you snaps you to reality again.

Atsumu lips gets stained by some red sauce and before you can point it out, she licks her thumb before pressing it on his lips. His cheeks turn bright red and his jaw slightly slacks open.

“How is that you aren’t already dating? It’s been almost three months since you are all over each other” Suna casually says

Three months indeed, and she entered more and more in their small circle. But how could you stop it when she was just…so lovely?

Atsumu stayed until much later in practice but still you chatted together. Late night texts, becoming in late night calls to check up on each other.

‘I want to ask her out. Fuck, I want her so badly, but what if she rejects me, Y/N!’

‘Tsumu, you’re Japan’s top high school setter. Believe me, she won’t reject you’

Now you want to hit your head against the nearest wall, remembering your stupid words.

“Would you say yes if I ask you out?”

“I would say yes to more than that” the table falls dead silent at her words as if they waited for the next scene of a movie.

Suddenly Atsumu press his lips against hers with ferocity, she pulls the collar of his shirt, deepening the already heated kiss. You almost choke on your water, earning a concern look from Kita, you find yourself standing up violently before rushing to the restroom.

You close the door behind you before looking at yourself in the mirror, ‘I could have never competed with her’. You bite your lip, and shut your eyes tightly, your hands grasping both sides of the sink, you let your head fall forwards, eyes fixed on the white of the porcelain as they water.

“Y/N, are you okay?” you stiffen at the soft female voice coming from the other side of the door, “Do you need help?”, you let out an humorless laugh. ‘A sweetheart with everyone, huh?’

“I-I don’t feel good, it’ll better if I head home. Please tell the others, I had an emergency or something” your throat feels extremely dry all of sudden and your voice comes out shaky.

“Oh! I can take you home-“

“I’ll rather go alone! I don’t know if I’m sick and I’d hate to…infect you. Thank you, tho”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes”

“Okay…text me when you get home!”

When you hear the footsteps fading away, you wait a few more minutes to walk out the restroom, just to find Atsumu talking cheerfully, his eyes filled with adoration for her. He didn’t even look at your direction as you left the cafeteria, and in that very moment you realized he would never look at you that way.

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“Where is Y/N, I haven’t seen her in years?”

“I think she is tutoring some first years”

“Oh” Atsumu finds himself looking at your usual spot on the bleachers, he barely got to see or talk to you in the recent weeks.

You’ve been missing his calls on purpose. Since that dinner, you had to put all your energy to smile at him when he waved at you in the corridors as he held her hand. It had been almost a month of hearing him talking about how gracious she was and weeks of looking how they made out on the couch in the end of the library or against one of the gym’s walls.

You thought that if you put distance with him, you’ll manage to get over that soreness that felt heavy on your chest each time she made him laugh. But no matter how many extra classes you took or how many first years you tutored, your mind always came back to Inarizaki’s setter.

The sky was dark by the time you finished tutoring the last first year, he bowed at you and you gave him a brief smile before locking the classroom. You handled the keys to your teacher and walked out of the building.

The cold wind hit your face, making you shiver, you search for your jacket in your bag, finding only a scarf. Atsumu gave it to you. You haven’t used it in a while now, but the cold was too much to bear with for your thin uniform. You place the material carefully around your neck, caressing the fabric begore sighing, watching your breath fading into the air and start walking.

“Oi” his voice makes you turn instantly, and you catch him jogging to you, “It’s fucking cold out here!- Uh, you still have it?” he points at your neck with a cheeky grin.

Atsumu looks extremely handsome like this, a little pink on his nose and cheeks and the few lights highlight the hazel of his eyes. It makes you gulp before replying.

“Of course, I do. It was my first two-digit birthday!”, he laughs remembering the chaos you both made by that age, you smile a little before looking at him with concern, “What are you still doing here? Something happened?”

“No! I-I just wanted to walk home with you, like we used to” he looks at the ground and sighs, “I know you’re busy, but I missed ya” the words make your heart warm even when you can’t stop shivering, “You are freezing” he takes his volleyball jacket and place it over your shoulders

“No, I’m fine, really. You should-”

“Stubborn as always. What am I supposed to do with your freeze corpse?”, you huff, putting the jacket on as he starts walking.

“What about your girlfriend?”

“She already left, don’t worry she knows you’re my best friend, she won’t act bitchy at you” you just nod and start walking alongside the setter, not caring about the sting that ypu just felt in your heart.

The walk is long and awkward, Atsumu finally getting hit by the way your friendship had changed. Your brief answers and forced smiles make him more and more annoyed, becoming more silent with each minute.

You didn’t have the energy to keep up with his drollery, each time you looked at him you just felt the urge to be held by him and tell him the painful truth: You didn’t have a crush on him. No. You loved him.

“What is wrong with you?” he says, suddenly stopping.

“Excuse me- “

“If you don’t want to be friends with me anymore, just say it! Jesus!”, his exasperated tone makes your eyes narrow, “-But don’t have me fooling around, worrying about you for almost a month” your mouth twitches downwards as you realize your indifference had hit a spot on his pride.

For a solid minute you don’t hear anything, you just stare at him with a flood of thoughts rushing through your head until you manage to pull one of them out into a dry whisper.

“We shouldn’t be friends anymore- “his clenched fists loosen, and he watches your lips carefully, “I can’t do it anymore – thought I could but…is too much”,

The crack of your voice makes you stop for second, giving you time to gain a little bit more of air before feeling again as if you were drowning.

“I can’t be friends with you anymore, because I want you!… The worst part is that she is so FUCKING perfect!” your arms move in the air letting out all the feelings you had bottled up.

“I thought I could brush away the feeling, but I realize – I love you, Atsumu” his mouth opens slightly not able to produce a sound as your arms fall to your sides, a tear streaming down your cheek.

You take his jacket off, the cold air embracing your body, but you can’t care less. He motions to you, but you lift your hand, stopping him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Would it have changed anything?” his silence tells you all you needed, making your heart clench, “That – That’s what I though…It’s okay, really. I wouldn’t choose me either” your breath becomes irregular and you bite your lip, capturing a sob, “This is my fault, falling in love with you…If being friends makes you happy, I-I will do my best to be your friend, then”

Atsumu was usually selfish with the things he wanted and proud about the things he made but seeing you there, shivering with red eyes and swollen lips, made his heart ache.

And he couldn’t be less proud about the things he was about to say.

“You were right before. We shouldn’t be friends anymore. I do not want to deal with you being in love with me and my girlfriend”, you hiccup, fixing your sore eyes on his, “You made things so fucking complicated, it’s better to end this now”, he hiss, gritting his teeth, waiting for you to storm out.

But when he feels your cold lips on his cheek, he bites his bottom lip harshly.

“Sorry, I never meant-”, ‘To fall for you’, it takes all his will power to not envelope you in his arms, so he only turns his face away, hearing your sobs. He loved you but not the way you did. “-to mess us up”

You walk away quickly, tears running down your cheeks as you press your hand firmly against your lips, drowning the uncontrollable sobs. Atsumu stands there watching you disappear into the coldness of the night, shutting his eyes tightly, understanding, he had lost his best friend.

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hesgunnalovethis · 3 years

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Act of Guilt

Summary: Your actions planetside begin to interfere with your daily life and Leonard McCoy, struggling to see you this way, wants to help.

TW: Teen rating for mature themes, we’re talking through some sleep paralysis, we’re having bad dreams, we're absolutely full of angst but we end on a high besties <33

This one goes out to all my homies that are overworked and underappreciated :’) whether it be school, college, uni, careers or general life; you are seen, you are valid and I think you’re doing a great job and so does our homeboy Leonard McCoy.

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Word Count: 1855

You were used to waking up against the frigid grey of the Enterprise. Even as a high ranking officer you were each assigned the same internal quarters, uniform in presentation. Glutted, you often heard a little more than you wanted to on either side of your walls. You feared that perhaps they heard a little too much as well.

You were used to waking up with frozen limbs. With the same familiar feeling washing over your head before rushing down to tighten your chest. The same reluctance to open your eyes to reveal whichever heinous scene your subconscious displayed within your familiar raw walls.

Every night played out the same: the face of someone you loved in front of your pointed phaser switched to kill, heaved awake by the thud of their lifeless body, held a frozen prisoner forced to endure whichever fear felt most prominent that morning.

Recently you couldn’t even bring yourself to near the bed. You’d return from shifts to sit on the bitter floor and recount the enemies you’d killed in the name of Starfleet. You’d think of their lives, their loved ones, their dreams.

You were brought to Starfleet to be a doctor; now it seems they’d have you do anything but.

It was Thursday. You made your way to the medbay to be briefed on the rota for this week. You weaved in and out of a sea of uniforms who stalked towards their own respective bases for their own respective rotas.

Your week often looked the same - another sense of routine you couldn’t seem to escape - five days with the ground team, one shift in the medbay, one day off. Your medbay shift was always the same too. Sunday shift: the biggest influx of causalities, highs of inpatients with the longest turnover time, most surgeries performed and somehow always understaffed.

Moving towards your, makeshift, office you picked up your PADD and looked for the rota that Leonard always sent to you prior to the briefing. Seven days of ground work. You almost doubled over from the thought of it. Your entire body felt hot as you took deep breath convincing bodily fluids to stay put.

With frantic pace you arrived at Leonard’s, very much real, office and found him turned away finishing his notes for the day.

You dropped the PADD in front of him with force, “Explain.”

“You know that if I had it my way you’d be here seven days a week.” Leonard spoke as if rehearsed, he’d obviously anticipated your visit.

“You have jurisdiction here, Leonard. Surely there’s something you can do? Something you haven’t tried?” You scrambled out as Leonard put his pen down and held his head in his hands.

“I’ve tried everything darlin’. You don’t know how important it is to me that you’re here.” Your mind flicked through your conversations in the medbay that went on a little too long as you stood a little too close. Stolen moments through the day you’d fill with genuine laughter and escapism. The fresh flowers that would appear in your crooked office that he’d never let you thank him for. You remembered the shifts where Leonard would let you take the lead while he caught up on sleep on his couch. The days you’d both stay behind and drink away the sourness until you met the sweetness of his lips on yours. “I’ve tried everything.”

“Tell them we’re understaffed. Tell them I’m indispensable. Tell them-” Your voice broke. Leonard head lifted at the sound revealing a deep hole in his cheek unmistakably driven in by a phaser shot.

You gasped, stumbling back through his office tripping over the coffee table centre piece of the room. Leonard moved towards you. Unable to take your eyes off the hole in his face as your hands dripped with blood and guilt you expelled your body weight willing the pull door to push open. Leonard’s hands levelled either side of the door frame his face close to yours. Ears muffled and knees giving way you pressed your eyes shut concealing the scene.

“Y/N?” Leonard asked after a few moments of stillness before lifting one of your eyelids shining his torch in each eye. As you readjusted to the light you saw Leonard’s face again, clean of everything but concern. You glanced round the room to find the coffee table the only thing out of place and your hands sweating but clean. You reached for Leonard pulling him in towards you. His hands swept round your back and he pressed a kiss into your temple.

“What” he asked, “the hell was that?”

“Felt like my dream.” You said performing exercises to convince Leonard you did not have a head injury without him asking.

“And you often have dreams of murderous me?” Leonard dissolved, guiding you towards the seats in the middle of the room, straightening the coffee table.

“No. I often have dreams of murderous me.”

Curious and cautious Leonard sat opposite you and reached for your hand. He pulled back sharply at first “You’re iced.” He clasped both your hands in his and puffed a long warm breath between them. Slowly your anxiety began to melt. The breath was real. The warmth was real.

“Every night I have a dream, eerily like an away mission, only the faces are swapped and I know who I’m killing. And then, I wake up and watch them die on my floor and my body screams at me to wake up and help them but I’m frozen. I can’t move.”

“Sleep paralysis?” Leonard asked still rubbing your hands between his own.

“That would be my guess. Every morning. Some nights I can’t face it.”

“What do you do those nights?”

“I stay up. Sit on the ground and think about all the lives I’ve taken in a job where I’m supposed to save them.” You stood up and walked towards the window in Leonard’s office, poking open the blinds to view the busy medbay. You sighed at the internal architecture of the ship. “It’s like I’m not real. I exist within grey walls or as a killing machine.” You slumped back down in the chair.

Leonard leaned forward slipping his hand round the back of your neck, scratching the base of your hair line. He held eye contact with you and sincerely stated, “You’re quite dramatic.”

“Week after week, Leonard. Every time I shut my eyes I see you or Jim or- or Chekov lifeless because of me! Makes you think of what those lives I’ve ended meant to someone else.” You stood up again walking towards the blinds, poking them open slightly hoping to see a different landscape. “And why does this ship have no exterior windows! Would it kill them to let me see the stars? Remind me where I came from.” Spitting the end vehemently towards Starfleet architects.

“Why don’t you come and stay with me for a while?” Leonard placed a hand on your shoulder, his other hand working the blinds out of your fingers before you broke them. “A change of scenery might do some good.”

“Aren’t you going to tell me I need to work through my guilt and reconceptualise my relationship with my job?”

“You’re a damn fine doctor Y/N. You don’t need me to tell you that, you just need a clear head to realise it for yourself.”

Leonard led you out of the medbay shouting a mere, “I’m a doctor, not a motivational speaker damnit.” In place of his weekly briefing.

Together you walked the length of the ship. Leonard asked you more about your dreams presenting it as conversational but you could see the medical cogs in his brain turning. “You’ve never had psychological training?” Leonard asked at one point with a startled stopping of his feet.

“Psychological training? What med school did you go to?” Scoffing at his faith in The Academy.

“Not med school, but I did a fair whack before I joined Jim’s ground team. You’ve never had- my god! No wonder you’re wracked with guilt darlin’ that is- that is- how did you ever end up planetside?”

“I don’t know I’m just pretty handy with a phaser I guess.” You said as you arrived at a door with the letters C.M.O emblazed on the front. “Nice door. How come I’ve never been here?”

Leonard shrugged “ ‘s not my fault you prefer the desk.” He stated opening the door to his double sized room.

Smooth navy covered the walls, beautifully contrasting the deep wooden furniture and shelves of brown bottles. Surrounded by whiffs of comforting warm fires and cheap rum you watched as Leonard ordered on the lights and followed him through to the next room. There was no doubt that Leonard lived a full life back home. His living space was full of southern knick-knacks and photographs of people you’d never known. There was a small collection of silver neck chains on show, thoroughly worn although never while on shift and nine or ten small stacks of crime novels strewn across the floor.

“This might cheer you up sweetheart.” Leonard tossed his PADD onto his cracked brown leather couch and made his way to the back wall which was entirely concealed by a deep purple curtain. Taking a bundle of the thick fabric in his hands, he eyed you before trudging it across the room revealing a vast ceiling to floor window. You caught your reflection in the glass and clapped your mouth shut looking to Leonard in shock.

“Bit of a sick joke for an aviophobiac.” Leonard physically shuddered at the open black, “But if it makes you happy it’s worth it.”

Bounding over the top of Leonards sofa to get a better look, you gazed out over the space you’d called home for past three years. Something about the infinite expanse always grounded you. The lack of endings and the billions of possibilities that presented made all of your worries and problems seem positively insignificant. It left you searing with luck to be living regardless. You moved even closer letting your breath fog up the glass. Leonard moved behind you hugging you round the middle and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Look at it Leonard. Isn’t it just-”

“Horrifying?”

“Do you really look at that and feel nothing?” You were aghast at the thought.

Leonard sighed “I appreciate the sentiment of it.” He concluded. “It reminds me of a Jorge Luis Borges quote.”

“I didn’t realise you were so well read.” You both shared another moment of genuine laughter, “What’s the quote?”

“He says, ‘I’m not sure I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people I have met, all the women that I have loved;” He squeezed your arm as he spoke “All the cities I have visited.’ Reminds me of you actually. All the lives you’ve saved in the medbay and planeside. You leave a part of you everywhere you go; that’s what I think is beautiful, doll.”

You turned to him. He held your gaze firmly and you knew he meant the words he’d spoken. You rested your head against his chest silently thanking him for his kindness, you knew he’d never let you say it out loud. This wasn’t your home, but Leonard smelled of home for we all leave a part of ourselves in those we love.

Together you turned the couch to face the window and under Leonard’s duvet slept a full night of dreamless sleep woken only by a PADD dropped on your chest with the same force you’d dropped at Leonard yesterday.

“Five days in the medbay.” He gestured towards the open rota displayed on the screen, “Two days off. Including Sunday.”

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Unlikely Lovers Chapter 7

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Although all the chapters are my favourite, this is my FAVOURITE one, and I really shows off mine and @beccabarba cheeky sides! Once again thank you all for your comments and support of this series.

Warnings: Brat reader, orgasm denial, light spanking, slight dirty talk and smut.

WC: 3017

Enjoy x

Nick drove you both to work the next morning. When you got out of the car, he walked around grabbing your hand in his and held it till you both walked out of the lift and rounded into the bull pen. Liv was leaning on Fin’s desk and she pulled off her glasses giving you both a smile and a nod,

“Guess we all need to have a chat,” Liv walked over, patting your shoulder.

You both signed the paperwork, Liv being over the moon for you both but also completely honest, saying that Ed Tucker may give you a hard time, since Nick was not well loved by 1PP. You assured her you were prepared for anything he was going to throw at you both and you walked out of her office to start organising with everyone to go out for drinks after work to celebrate.

The day had worn on and you were all surprised nothing big had come in. You had all just walked into a bar after work, finding a table when Liv’s phone started to ring and the rest of your phones alerts sounded off around the table.

“We’ll have to celebrate another time,” Liv sighed hanging up her phone. “Rollins, Y/L/N, you two head to Bellevue for the victim, Amaro, Carisi you head back for questioning, unis are bringing the perp in now. Fin, you and I will get Barba up to speed.”

From that night on, it had been case after case, and trial after trial. You and Nick were like two passing ships even though your desks were across from each other’s and most nights you were falling asleep in the same bed. If you were at your desk, he was at Rafael’s office or court and vice versa. When you both got back to either his place or your apartment, you were both asleep as soon as your heads hit the pillow. It had been nearly three and a half weeks since there was any alone time or being home at a reasonable hour.

You both walked through your apartment door before 7pm with the healthiest take away food you could find, both your eyes red and blood shot. You both ate and Nick went to shower while you cleaned up and put a load of washing in the washing machine, thinking to yourself that since you were even doing laundry together, you might as well make the move to living together sooner rather than later, finding you actually liked the idea. Nick came out of the shower in just a pair of boxers, giving you a quick kiss and grabbing a glass of water.

“I’ll meet you in bed,” Nick squeezed your side before heading into the bedroom.

Your face heated up, thinking about Nick’s bodyweight on top of you, pushing you into the mattress, and your panties dampened just thinking about it. It had been the longest you guys had been without any intimacy since you had been together. You rushed into the bathroom turning on the shower, waiting for the water to get to the right temperature. You jumped in when it was just right, reaching for your vanilla and rose bodywash, lathering it up all over your skin and then grabbing a razor quickly shaving your legs, under your arms and running it quickly over your pubic hairs to tidy things up.

You jumped out in record time, drying and grabbing your oversized sleep t shirt off the back of the door, not worrying about underwear, hoping to get straight to the point once you got to bed. You walked out of the bathroom, quickly turning off all the lights, and headed into the bedroom.

Your core clenched around nothing as you closed the door, looking over to the bed seeing Nick laying on his side with just a sheet over him, resting on his middle. You climbed into bed under the sheet, moving to come up behind him. Your front pressed into his back. You wrapped your arm around him, your hand running over his chiselled abs, running down to cup him through his boxers as you kissed along his shoulder, up to his ear.

Nick’s hand came down to grab your wrist, stopping your hand, pulling it up to his lips kissing the back of it,

“Not now baby,” Nick mumbled, half asleep. “Too tired… I love you.”

You pulled your hand away from him, rolling over, facing the other way, sighing in frustration.

You stretched your back, your arm dropping down to Nick’s side of the bed, hoping to find him there and pick back up where you stopped last night, hoping he would be awake enough to fuck you into the mattress like you needed him to. Your eyes flung open when you hand landed on an empty side of the bed and you sat up, looking out the bedroom door to a half-dressed Nick walking towards you with a coffee cup in one hand and a plate of toast in the other, a big smile pulling to your face,

“Morning baby,” Nick put the plate and mug on the bedside table, leaning over you kissing you quick.

You ran your hand down his chest and just before it got to the waist of his pants, he grabbed your hand stopping you and you looked up at him frowning,

“We don’t have time for that now, mi amor,” Nick cupped your cheek with his other hand rubbing his thumb over it, “Liv needs us to go past the 12th and pick up a file on the way in, she is waiting for us.”

You pulled away from him, looking up at him narrowing your eyes at him before you jumped up walking into the bathroom and sliming the door shut behind you.

You hadn’t spoken to Nick from the moment you walked out of the bathroom dressed and you waited in the car while he ran into the 12th to get the file that Liv needed. Nick opened the car door climbing back in passing you the file. You didn’t look at him, sitting the file on your lap and crossing your arms in front of yourself, looking straight ahead.

“Come on Y/N. You know I didn’t stop you because I wanted to,” Nick put the car in reverse, backing out of the space, driving a few feet and stopping at a red light. “I want you so bad,” Nick rested his hand on your thigh, looking over at you with puppy dog eyes and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Unless that hand is going to come up higher and slide down where it needs to, don’t touch me,” you snarled at him narrowing your eyes.

Nick pulled his hand away from you, pouting his lips and nodding,

“Keep talking like that and I’ll never touch you where you need to be touched again,” Nick muttered

“Excuse me?” you snapped back.

“You’re acting like a brat,” Nick shot back, driving off at a green light.

“I didn’t shut you down, twice.”

“I told you I didn’t want to, Y/N; we have been busy,” he sighed.

“If you wanted to, Nick, you would make time.”

The rest of day Nick couldn’t approach you, if you weren’t snapping him, you were throwing comments about how he didn’t want you. Mid-afternoon, you had walked into the break room to get a snack from the machine and you felt a hand wrap around your arm. You looked up and Nick was looking down at you, his face like stone but his eyes were soft, and you saw the sparkle in them,

“You’re acting like a naughty girl, Y/N, keep going and I’ll teach you a lesson,” he said softly, a slight half smile on his lips. His grip on your arm tightened, but not enough to hurt you, pulling you closer to him and you caught your breath, arousal flooding your body as his lips came to your ear, his body pressed to yours. “You won’t get what you want for another week, and if I find out you fixed the problem yourself and it will be longer. We both know you prefer my cock to your fingers, so don’t act tough baby.”

Nick let go of your arm, his hand coming down to slap your ass slightly before turning around and walking out the door. The rest of the day you were on edge, your face burning every time you looked over at Nick and he would raise an eyebrow, wiggling his eyebrows or winking at you, and you would look away blushing.

You were finally both back in your apartment, Nick was spread out on your couch, shoes gone, tie gone, top button undone, sleeves rolled up and legs spread wide sipping on a beer. You just in your button down and underwear packing the dishwasher, after Nick had cooked for you both. The tenson in the air was thick and you were waiting for the right time to make a move. You started the dishes and then walked over to the back of the couch leaning over the edge of it wrapping your arms around his neck, your lips on his cheeks,

“Would you like another beer?” you muttered into his skin.

“Nah, I’m good,” Nick ran his hand over your arm, “Come around here.”

You pulled away from Nick, walking around the couch. Nick sat up, sitting his beer bottle on the coffee table and sitting back again, his legs spread wide. You walked to stand between his legs and looked down at him. Nick reached over pulling you to him and grabbing your leg, guiding you to straddle his left thigh.

“You’ve been naughty today, haven’t you?” His voice was deep and he tilted his head, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to pepper his face with kisses, “I am sorry, babe. Make me feel better?” you purred.

A wicked grin pulled to his face, “Oh no baby, that is not how this works…”

“What?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

He looked into your eyes. “Brats get punished, mi amor.” His words sent heat through you, as you looked back at him. This was new.

“How?” you said softly, eyes wide. You knew he could read you like an open book and he would see not only your consent, but your arousal.

“You’ll find out,” he said, darkly. His hands went to your hips, pulling you down on his leg harder. You moaned with the pressure against his taut thigh muscle against your core. “For now, why don’t you get some relief for that needy pussy… Show me what you need…” He moved his hands on your hips, urging you to rub yourself against him. It wasn’t the relief you wanted, but it was better than nothing.

As you rutted against his thigh, frustrated by the lack of anything more, and the layers of clothing between your body and his skin, but needing the pressure nevertheless, Nick was watching with a little smirk on his face. He casually reached up and started to unfasten the buttons of your shirt, exposing more and more of your skin to him, letting his eyes drop obviously to your chest as you continued to undulate your body, moving faster without the pressure of his hands on your hips. He pulled the shirt off your body, throwing it aside, and reached up to unfasten your bra. But when you thought his next move would be to put his hands on your tits, he just returned them to your hips.

You could feel the pressure building, your orgasm approaching. It had been so long that, whatever else the night held, you needed this. You pressed down against him harder, tilting your head back, closing your eyes and moaning. “Nick, I’m going to come…” you whined.

Suddenly his hands tightened on your hips, stilling your movements. You opened your eyes wide and looked at him, moaning with the restriction of your movements. “Wouldn’t be any kind of punishment if I let you come, would it?” he said simply, before unceremoniously pushing you off his leg. You found your feet and looked at him in surprise, even as arousal surged through you. Nick kept his eyes on yours, his face set stern, as he stood up. You tilted your head back to keep looking at him as he reached his full height, standing close to you. “Bedroom,” he said. You turned and felt his hand on the back of your neck, pushing him forwards.

“You know I want you to fuck me, don’t you, Nick? So it’s not exactly punishment, bringing me to bed with you?” You spoke as you walked, knowing you were goading him, but secure in your trust of him.

“Still with the attitude? Who says I’m gonna fuck you?” he demanded, as you reached the bedroom. He gave you a little shove onto the bed. You crawled onto it, on your hands and knees. He grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him, fingers sliding under the waist of your underwear, pulling it down. You helped him slide your panties off your legs, feeling the exposure of being completely naked while he was still fully dressed.

Nick put a strong hand on the back of your neck, pushing your head down, until your face was on the bed, but your ass still in the air. His other hand slid over the curves of your hips, down over your buttocks, and slid between them to find your folds, touching you gently, too gently. You squirmed and tried to push back against him. He pulled his hand away.

“Oh no you don’t, my naughty girl,” he said, and you could hear the amusement in his voice. “You’re so wet and needy.” You heard a wet sound. “And you taste so good. Want to tell me what it is you need?”

“You know what I want,” you replied, breathlessly.

“Do I? Hmm?” His fingers traced a soft pattern over your skin, but he didn’t touch you where you needed it.

“What, you want me to beg?”

“You can try. I don’t know if it’ll work or not.”

“I need you to fuck me, Nick, please…” you tried. He chuckled.

“That was easy.” His fingers teased through your folds again and you caught your breath and moaned when he circled your clit.

“Yes…yes…Nick…” you managed. He pulled his hand away again and you groaned loudly.

“Oh, please, I’ll be good,” you told him.

“Now you say that,” he said, sounding like he was enjoying himself. “But you need to learn how to be patient.” With that, he delivered a very light slap to your ass cheek. Pleasure swept through you and you moaned against the bed. He noticed the effect on you. “Mmm, like that do you, baby?”

“Yes, I do,” you admitted, weakly.

The hand on the back of your neck gripped just a little harder, as he brought his hand down again, just a little harder, tinged with the slightest edge of pain. “Is this what you deserve? Naughty girls get spanked?” He did it again. Hard enough that you caught your breath.

“Oh fuck yes,” was all you could manage. “Harder…” you added, in case he needed the reassurance.

“You asked for it, mi amor.” His hand fell again, as he spanked you several more times, with the confidence of knowing you liked it, each one stinging your skin into warmth. Then his hand slid between your thighs again, teasing your swollen clit. “Oh you’re so wet,” he groaned. You felt your orgasm starting to build again, his insistent fingers bringing you closer.

“All for you…” you told him.

“I know,” he replied. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, oh god yes please…” You begged. His hands left you, and you heard him removing his clothes, returning moments later. One hand slid up your back to curl around your throat, pulling up and back against him, as his other guided his cock to your wet entrance. His mouth was by your ear as the tip slid into you.

“I’m going to fuck you, baby,” he said, his voice gruff. He thrust up into you, filling you, then stopped, as your body stretched around him and you breathed hard with the feeling of finally having him where you needed him. “But you should know that you don’t have my permission to come.”

“Oh god, Nick,” you moaned. Despite yourself, you were even more turned on than if he’d just let your orgasm burst through you. “I want you to use me…”

“All for my pleasure, querida. I know, I got you,” he said. His fingers were still lightly gripping your throat as he started to thrust up into you, his other arm wrapping around you, holding you to him, his hand groping at your breasts. His thrusts came hard and fast, as he chased his own release rather than waiting for you. The sound of his skin meeting yours filled the room, his breathing loud close to your ear, his fingers tugging your nipples and sending waves of arousal through you. His cock was hitting the sweet spots inside you, but he kept your hands away from you clit, your orgasm just beyond your reach as his cock stretched you open over and over again.

You tilted your head back against him, moaning and breathing hard. “I’m going to come, my naughty little brat, I’m going to fill you up,” he whispered in your ear. And then he muttered filthier words, in Spanish you’d started to recognise, moaning your name as his cock twitched inside you and his hot seed spilled deep in your body.

He released you, panting hard, and you collapsed onto the bed, satisfied with the knowledge you’d pleased him, so aroused by the way he’d fucked you, but still needing more. You rolled over onto your back and slid your hand down between your thighs, finding your clit.

“Stop that,” Nick said, heading towards you. He put his hands on the insides of your thighs, pushing them apart, grabbing your wrist.

“No, please…I need it,” you panted.

“I know, baby.” He gave you a wicked smile. “But I’m going to do it with my mouth. And don’t think I’ll stop at one.” He dipped his head and you moaned as his tongue swept over your clit, knowing you would get more than the end of your frustration by the time he was done.

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The ask prompt is too long to fit into an ask TT_TT but here's the doc for it docs(.)google(.)com/document/d/1yDI7iFRhOJ8ENv_IwZAo3rDSUqj80EiJROS10RzRbj4/edit

the lengths u are going for this,,, much appreciated you're very sweet!!!

prompts + answers under the cut!!

INTRODUCTION

Name: aloera

AO3 account: aloera

Fandoms you write for: bnha

How many stories have you written so far: 19

FANFICTION PROFILE

What's your favorite fandom to write for? hmm,,, used to do pjo and eah (ever after high) and eah was fun as fuck i will say!!! i think bnha is my fav mostly bc i made the most friends in this fandom :D

What's your favorite character/person to write for? bkg and kirishima!! cannot choose do not make me <3

Fic you'd want to improve? probably what we deserve? i rushed the beginning and the confession is a bit stilted imo

Hardest fic you've written? between lion and men -_- bc there is so much canon compliant stuff i've gotta write out before i get to the divergence and its HARD

Easiest fic you've written? come home to me!!! it happened so easily,,, no second guessing no writers block just vibes <33 was lovely i miss it

What would you say is the most "famous" fic you've ever written? also probably come home to me? its got the most interaction

first line of the first fic you've ever written and published. [not including my 2014 ffnet fics] "The bell rings, class starts, and Katsuki and Midoriya are inexplicably absent." from come home to me

Have you ever done a collab with another writer? yes!!!!! on two separate occasions and its so fucking fun i highly recommend trying it out its the best

Do you beta? if asked but honestly im a shit beta lmao

Do you like joining fic fests/exchanges? depends on what i have going on irl but in general yeah!!

FANFICTION PREFERENCES

Fluff or angst? definitely fluff

"OCs" or "Reader" inserts? reader inserts!! have been going ham on them recently

Blurbs or drabbles? blurbs!!

One thing you love about fanfiction i just. i really love slice of life romance?? and most media doesn't give you that bc its dedicated to plot and action and that's valid!! but fanfiction fills in the gap which is really nice

One thing you don't like about fanfiction most of the stuff i don't like is less about actual fanfiction and more about how people behave about it

What is/are your favorite fandom author/authors? IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!! TURN IT UP!!!

bnha: hiuythn, rae_tnub, Moniix, Ata_Lanta, wrunic, chezka, PurplePersnickety, surveycorpsejean, mahadevi, arxaris, deviance, Oceanbreeze7, MikeWritesThings, bonnia, wonhaebunny, dinosuns

voltron: hiuythn, Oceanbreeze7, DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee, arahir, dinosuns,

and honorable mention to loveclouds im not even in the haikyuu fandom i just love their fics So Much

these are just the ones off the top of my head i have so many favourites idc if i'm only supposed 2 have one!! die mad about it!!!

What is your favorite trope? secret relationship + relationship reveal til the day i die babie <3 <3

Least favorite trope? hm,,, probably just like. angst lmao i cannot stand 90% of it

A fanfiction cliché that you can't help but love? coffeeshop aus,,,, so good

Do you have a type when it comes to pairings? the otp where its like. piece of shit + himbo = love. ex. krbk, catradora, jade/beck

Favorite setting/au? hm,,, truly i cannot pick one KGKSJNHKj but i really like college aus!! and modern aus!! and roommate aus!!

Explain the meaning of your favorite line of dialogue you've written as if someone hasn't read it in context. “He doesn’t know,” Katsuki says, softly. “My timer stopped and nothing happened. He’s not mine.”

the line is from what we deserve!! it's a soulmate au where your timer counts down to the moment that you meet your soulmate!! bakugou's timer ends at USJ when he and kirishima attack kurogiri at the same time (impulsive kings <33) but kirishima's timer doesn't end until kamino because that's when he accepts himself as bakugous soulmate!! unfortunately, when bakugous timer has reached 0, he turned to see that kirishima's was still ticking and therefore believes that kirishima isn't his soulmate.

this line just,, idk. it's really sad. bakugou is such an action-driven character? if something doesn't go his way he Makes it go his way. he's got this insanely volatile quirk and he's got impeccable control of it!! but his love for kirishima isn't something that he can change and he's not going to ruin kirishima's chance of finding his own soulmate because he loves him and wants him to be happy. i really wanted to focus on how resigned he is? and how unusual that is for a character like him.

Favorite trope/genre to write? again, secret relationship with relationship reveals <33 fluff in general is my wheelhouse!!!

A trope/genre you haven't written but think would be a fun challenge? idk if this counts?? have been working on some dead dove concepts!! its super different from what i normally write so its a cool challenge

The one trope/concept you'll never touch and why probably cheating/infidelity?? it just looks,,, super difficult to write well and i don't have enough of an interest in it to try it out

Which do you prefer to write: longer or shorter fics? shorter!! low attention span gang <3

Ideal length to read? 5-10k?

Ideal length to write? 4-8k!!

How long was the longest fic you've ever written? control fraek is around 28k i think?

Have you ever written an AU? yeah!! i've done restaurant au's, soulmate au's, pro hero aus, and fantasy aus (general, not the bnha fantasy ending)

What's your favorite AU trope? hm,, probably when two people in authority are in a secret relationship? ceo's/uni professors/etc etc

Have you ever written smut? yeah!! was. difficult tho

What's your comfort genre? (the one you fall on most in writing/reading) fluff,,, hurt/comfort,,, fix-it fics with happy endings <3

If you were to start writing in other fandoms, which would they be? maybe jjk?? the characters are really cool!!!! fr i might go back to my ever after high roots i love the characters and setting so Much its so fun!!! idec if no ones into it anymore!!!!!

Is there a trope you think you could be easily recognized by in your writing? i've had people say they saw the mention of buff hagakure and recognized it was me so. probably that skdjhnksjd

WRITING STYLE

How would you describe your style? i tend to use shorter sentences and pretty simple words i think? and i gravitate towards lighthearted concepts that allow for ensemble casts and humour!!

Describe your style in three words romcom but fanfic

Favorite words to use when writing? the word reverent!! fuckin love including it!!

Dialogue tags or no dialogue tags? (she said, he said, they said, etc) dialogue tags!!!

Favorite dialogue tag (other than said, if you use them) again idk if this counts but "they said softly" is unmatched

Long sentences vs short vs a mix short <33

What colors would you use to describe your writing? hm,,, depends on the fic i would say?? control fraek is dark green to me?? kinda like a forest at night yk?? scary but there's still life there. sugar cookies is yellow like early morning sunlight, when it rains is yellowy-orange like a caution sign. not gonna list all of them cause theres a lot its just. do u get it? the colours change based on the vibe of the fic.

What song or music genre would you use to describe your writing? think. i am constantly trying to emulate that moment at the end of wasteland baby when hozier goes "im in love/im in love with you."

What kind of metaphors do you rely on? religious metaphors my beloved <33 they're just so pretty!!! i also love comparing stuff to water for some reason?? like that ocean vuong quote thats like "what are you now?/water." it goes hard!!!

What's something you'd say is experimental in your writing at this time? definitely action!! i have,,, no idea how to write it so anything i do is really just me playing around and seeing what works and what doesn't

Do you prefer to write by hand or to type? i've tried both!! personally i prefer typing because it goes way faster but i will say that writing by hand lets me get words down when i'm going through writer's block

What is your preferred place to write (notebook, laptop, cellphone, etc.)? laptop!!

What app/apps do you use to write (word, notepad, etc.)? google docs skjdnkjh its fine on desktop but mobile is,,,,, disgusting

Do you keep a notebook or file/notes page in your phone/device for notes on your writing? ngl i just have everything organized in my drive?? one folder per fandom and then sub folders for ideas+hcs, unfinished wips, and finished fics. multichaps get sub sub folders so i can organize outlines and drafts

Do you listen to music to help you write? yeah!! playlists organized by fic vibe :D

Where do you usually go to write (bedroom, living room, etc.)? mostly in my bedroom??? but moving around to different stops helps too i think!!

How long does it usually take for you to write? again this depends on what i have going on irl, how attached i am to the idea, my mindset at the time, etc!! i am,, the least consistent person skjnhdkjh.

What's your favorite font to use when writing? times new roman my beloved

Other writing habits? sometimes i'll write in the dark?? bad for my eyes but for some reason it gets the words flowing

CONCEPTUALIZATION

How do you conceptualize your ideas? (See specific moments like they're a movie, writing specific lines in your head, don't know until you put the words on paper, etc.) i tend to get inspiration from movies, books, poems, or other fics!!! sometimes one line just makes me go oh,, i want to write something like that,,, and then it helps me create an idea that makes me feel the same way?? i did this with control fraek!!!! i wanted a scenario where bakugou was cold and calculating and i was like hm. to do that he’d have to be focusing on something important. and from there i was able to flesh out the rest of the idea.

Which comes first: the pairing or the plot? with krbk its always always the pairing,, i'll be sitting there like wow <33 i love them <33 what if one of them had amnesia <33 (which, yes, wip!!) otherwise it's usually the plot!! and i slot in characters that i feel make sense

Have you ever used a prompt? yeah!! used a prompt for wlw week 2020 and it was fun as hell

Do you write around the story around a specific scene you want to get to or do you start from a plot idea definitely the first!!!! i almost always write like,,, a super messy scene thats 90% dialogue, keep it in my head, and then write the entire fic around that one moment

Do you find that you include a projection of some part of yourself in the way you write a character? a lot of the time when i write love confessions or love in general i'll have one of the characters think or say that the other person makes their head quiet? and it's because that's what i feel whenever i'm in love?? a quiet mind. i project on characters yeah but i think most of the projection actually goes to the way that i write love

Do you research some of the things you write deeply, partially and kind of wing the rest, or play entirely by ear (in this case, go with whatever base knowledge of the subject you have)? most of the time if i do research it'll be about the setting (ex. the izakaya in to have and to hold) or if i'm having the characters interact with an object that they like. need to know how to use (me, in control fraek: google. hey google. does someone die if they get shot in the foot??? no???? awesome thank u <3)

Have you ever had an idea for a story and forgot about it? lmaoo yeah all the time i'll find like 500-2k words of concepts in my gdocs like i do. not remember this at all

Is there a trope you think you could be easily recognized by in your writing? probably krbk secret relationship lmao

Are there concepts you've tried that turned out better than expected? yeah!! i fully thought the action in control fraek would be awful but it turned out not bad??? which im happy with

Are there concepts you've tried that turned out worse than you expected? again, what we deserve, i personally think it would have worked out better if i'd paced it slower and drawn out the pining but i. do not feel like going back to fix it so its staying the way that it is. pining is so fucking hard to do AHHHH i get so tired with it!!! im like just date already!!!!

PROCESS

How do you come up with titles? in rare occasions (literally. all my multichaps for some reason) the title comes after writing like .5 words of the first chapter im like YES this is it!!!!! sometimes i write the whole thing and pick out one line that fits (what i did with come home to me) a lot of the time i just. steal from songs or poems that i like

What's your favorite emotion to cause on your readers? i like making people happy!!!! love when people comment saying they're cheered up

What's your favorite emotion to write? lovelovelovelovelovelove

Have you ever cried or felt any emotion while reading something you've written? never cried?? but sometimes i'll rereading my hurt/comfort fics 4. yk. comfort

Do you write in order or whatever comes to you? in order!! unless i have a scene that i Need to write and i'll quickly jot it down so that i don't forget

Usual way you procrastinate while writing? ...doing asks like this, making playlists, discord, watching netflix. what don't i do smh

Do you outline or free write? i am. so shit at outlines. i mostly free write and write lil notes for stuff that i wanna add later

Do you set word goals or scene goals (scenes you want to include)? yes!! like i said i'll write loose notes for scenes that i want to add later!! it gives me something to write towards :D

What do you consider when writing your scenes? what goes into making the atmosphere and mood you want? to set a scene i do two things? the first is like,, the five senses bc that always sets the scene really well and makes it feel Real. i'll visualize stuff in my head like its a movie and write out what i would want to tell the set designer?? if the lights are low, if the space is busy, if it's supposed to exude comfort or not.

for putting forward the character's mood one thing i've found that makes a difference is sentence length!! long sentences are good for making a character seem flustered and nervous or not really in control of their emotions? good for love confessions. short sentences are good for when the character is focused on something or short on time. good for fights!!

What's something you never considered to include in your writing that you can't leave out now? def buff hagakure,,,, once i thought of it i was like. if i don't include this at least once in every single fic how could i look at myself in the mirror!!!!!! how could i face anyone!!!!

How do you start a story? establishing a fact about the character or describing the setting! option a is one single thread of gold, option b is between lion and men

How do you end a story? either by tying it back to the beginning or doing like a funny kind of closing??? option a is sugar cookies, option b is a godless society

How do you get out of writer's block? change something!! move something!! i go from typing to handwriting, moving from my bedroom to my living room, switching wips to work on something else!! i do sprints as well?? give myself like fifteen minutes to write something and sometimes 200 words opens up the way for another 2k. sometimes i'll just delete like 500 words and start fresh

Do you edit? or do you toss your writing out there? i edit!!! i'll go over it myself then send it to one or two betas (bee my beloved <33)

How do you edit? do you use spellcheck, grammar checkers, etc? bee is my grammar checker bc he is So Good with grammar. i use grammarly as well for spellcheck stuff mostly?? sometimes my edit process is just like "am i tired of looking at this!! yes <3" and then i post it

PROGRESS

Do you usually like what you write? yeah!!! i post stuff that makes me happy and that i'm fine with rereading!!! i write stuff for self-indulgence reasons first and foremost and i think my writing reflects that sjhnksj

Have you ever written something you didn't like but posted anyways? nope!! even what we deserve i LIKED even if i see a lot of room 4 improvement!! if i don't like smth it's not getting posted

Do you find yourself rereading your writing often? yeah!! the reason i wrote so much krbk secret relationship is because i loved it but i'd read all that there was so i just,, wrote more,, ngl its kinda nice being in a place where i actually like my writing bc i can write stuff that i want to see and really enjoy it!!

Can you tell us anything about your current WIP? sure!! i'm currently working on when it rains which is a fic where bakugou gets hit by a crying quirk!! i'm gonna be using it to explore So Much of all might's character and his relationships with bakugou and aizawa (and i think some people from his past!!)

Can you give us a sneak peek on your current WIP? “You did something. What the hell did you do?” Kirishima sounds pissed off. It would amuse Katsuki if he wasn’t fighting just to stay standing.

“Nothing he didn’t ask for,” Shinsou replies.

“K’ri… shima,” Katsuki croaks out. “‘S fine. Not him.”

His chest collapses back into the familiar dry heaving after that but Kirishima shuts up. He doesn’t apologize to Shinsou.

Kirishima’s a good friend, stubborn and loyal. He stands by Katsuki’s side like an attack dog, blocking him from the view of anyone ogling at his tears.

The last line you've written Ochako knows more than she'd realized. She knows enough to keep her guard up.

It’s not enough.

Open a wip. what’s the first line?

Katsuki wakes up feeling like absolute fucking shit.

INSIGHT

What's your favorite thing about writing? touched on this before but it's mainly just being able to write the things that i want to see and actually enjoy them!!! actually reread them!!!! i thought "wouldn't it be cool if bkg and kirishima owned a restaurant together" and then i wrote it and i like it enough to reread it!!!! being able to create content for myself makes me. so happy

How do you keep yourself inspired? this is gonna sound narcissistic maybe but honestly i'm just really excited about my ideas and where i'm gonna take them and the idea of "i'm gonna get to That scene" keeps me going through the entire thing. also my friends!!!! i'll talk to them about fics and their reactions keep me hyped up enough to finish!!!!

What is your favorite thing to write? just,, slice of life romance,,, stuff thats silly and makes people laugh!!

What do you think your strengths are in writing? i'm good with dialogue!! i do lil voice acting sessions with myself to make sure everything sounds natural and like it's coming from that character skhjnskj

i'm comfortable with my portrayal of love as well??? i spend a lot of time thinking about what it is exactly that i'm trying to get across and i think it turns out well!!

What are things you wish you could practice more? on one hand i wanna get better at writing angst on the other hand i dislike writing angst. do you see my issue

One way you've improved your writing since you began? characterization!! i think i've gotten better at writing characters that are all Different and bring different things to the table!!! i used to project a lot more and it would compromise the characterization because the character was like 70% me and 30% them? not to say that projection is bad but if you do it too much it just,, doesn't read like the character and from a reader's standpoint the narrative can become less compelling

One aspect of writing you're still working on? writing action!!! i. literally hate writing it but i write for a fandom about superheroes so. Unfortunately i gotta learn.

A piece of writing advice you've learned while writing saw this on another tumblr post but they said sometimes if you're struggling with a scene, the problem is five lines back. i've found that to be true!!!! sometimes u gotta delete a chunk and start a little ways back!! i did this with too busy being yours because i was stuck for Weeks and i deleted like 25% of what i had but it helped me actually finish it :D

A bit of writing advice you can't stand when people shit on show don't tell for being overrated lmao bc when u read their writing you can Tell

Something you wish you knew when you first started writing? ,,,,honestly i kind of wish i could know some of the stuff that i used to when i first started writing?? technically i'm better now but creatively i was must better when i wasn't stressing about whether anyone would like what i was writing. so i guess i wish i knew that i should keep that confidence? i kinda wish that i wasn't as insecure about other people's writing styles because i never used to be!!

Something you've learned in life that you apply in writing there's no point in feeling inferior?? writing one genre isn't better than the other. being in one fandom isn't better than being in another. the kind of language you use or the length of your paragraphs- none of that stuff like. matters. what matters is that you're having fun and happy with what you're creating!!!! enjoy other peoples writing but don't let it make you feel worse about yours :D

#AHH ive wanted to answer these for so long...... bro fr i was so happy when u sent these!!! like wow!! finally got sent one!!!#sorry for how long the responses are idk how to be concise #asks #anon #a(lore)a

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Arguments of Concern - Part Two

I got a couple of people asking for a second part so here you go! I hope you enjoy it. :) I feel like I set myself up for a part 3 so who knows

Also, I have to apologize for taking so long to get to requests, like it’s been taking me over a month for me to get to them but uni has been taking up most of my time, unfortunately.

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[PART ONE] [PART THREE]

A week had passed since Tommy and (Y/N)’s argument and Arrow House has been filled with silence and tension since then. Tommy was barely home for more than a few hours spread over a few days but when he was he spent his time with Adam and (Y/N) usually left them alone when they were together but the both of them had an unspoken agreement to at least act cordial to each other in front of their son.

(Y/N) had continued sleeping in Adam’s room, even with Tommy’s absence she had yet to go back to their room and if Adam found it strange that his mother was sleeping in his room he had yet to mention it.

This had been the longest they’ve stopped talking to each other after an argument and despite the fact that they were both headstrong and stubborn people, they were usually quick to reconcile and make amends but (Y/N) would not allow herself to give in so quickly this time. She did miss Tommy and knew that they had to talk sooner rather than later but whenever she thought about what he was going to do with Mosley made her sick to her stomach and so she refused to give in so easily.

Currently, she was outside in the large fields that rested behind Arrow House with Adam, it was summer and she wanted Adam to get as much fresh air as he could. Tommy had forbidden them to go out in public due to the many different people trying to kill him and the rest of the family so instead of the park she had to compromise with the field instead but that didn’t seem to bother Adam who was having a whale of a time running around the fields and playing with one of the many men Tommy had supplied as security.

“Mama!” Adam’s shout pulled (Y/N) out of her thoughts.

“Yes, darling?” (Y/N) bent down so that she was the same level at him.

“Play with me, mama!”

“Play with you? Hmm, what do you want to play huh?”

“Tag!”

“Tag? Okay….. tag you’re it!” (Y/N) tapped Adam on the shoulder before shooting up straight and running away from him.

“Mama!” She heard Adam shriek and as she glanced over her shoulder she saw him chase after her, his giggles spilling through his lips.

They played for another half hour until the sound of a car driving up the long driveway caught their attention. It was Tommy. It had been the better part of a week since he was last home.

“Dad!” Adam began running towards the car as soon as Tommy stepped out, excited to see his father after so long. (Y/N) slowly followed after him, taking her time.

“Dad! Dada!” Adam lept into Tommy’s open arms, tightly wrapping his own arms around his father's neck. “Missed you dada!”

“Dada missed you too” Tommy held Adam tightly against him, pressing a kiss to face. Tommy quickly spotted (Y/N) and made his way over to her, Adam still in his arms.

“Hey,” Tommy pressed a kiss to her cheek before he leaned over to her ear and whispered, “We need to talk”

(Y/N) simply nodded before leading them inside.

It was only after Adam was fast asleep and safely tucked up in bed were Tommy and (Y/N) able to talk.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I should have spoken to you before I made any sort of deals or agreements with the government or Mosley. I truly am sorry.” Tommy was stood in front of the fireplace, drink in hand, facing away from her.

“If you’re truly sorry Thomas then you face me and look me in the eye whilst you apologize,” (Y/N) wasn’t going to let him get off easy.

Tommy walked over to (Y/N) and took her hands into his, “I...I don’t have a reason as to why I did it without telling you but I am sorry. With everything that’s going on with Michael, the company and the Billy Boys, I just wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Thomas, it’s not just the two of us anymore. You have a son and Adam should be your top priority.”

“I know” Tommy deeply sighed.

“Do you? Remember how you said you do this so our children wouldn’t have to struggle as they grew up like how you did but what use is all your work if our son grows up without a father or if he ends up dying because his father made foolish choices involving dangerous men and he had to pay the price?!” (Y/N)’s voice cracked as she began to tear up.

“(Y/N)-! Don’t think like that.”

“Don’t think like that? Thomas, I think about it all the time, about what I would do if you died or if something happened and I would have to escape with Adam. Every time you leave, I worry if it’s the last time I’ll ever see you and curse myself with the thought that if you died that Adam would be too young to remember you” (Y/N) was full-on crying.

“I won’t ever let something like that happen to you” Tommy took her face into his hands.

“John got killed, who’s to say we won’t be”

“It’s not the same”

“How?”(Y/N) knew Tommy didn’t have an answer to her question and began crying harder, causing Tommy to bring her closer to him, allowing her to sob into his neck.

“Hey, hey, we’ll think of something” Tommy pulled her away from his neck and wiped away her tears.

(Y/N) slumped into Tommy’s arms, mentally exhausted.

“How?” Tommy led her over to the couch and let her cuddle into him.

“How about you go somewhere. Somewhere safe and away from here until it’s safe enough to come back. Like America to New York or-or California. Or even Australia!”

(Y/N) pulled away from his grip, “You’re want to send us halfway across the world?!”

“Just until it’s safe”

“So what, I’m stuck in America or Australia all by myself with Adam in a foreign country where I don’t know anyone making myself sick with worry wondering if you’re alive or dead?”

“(Y/N)....” Tommy sighed, something that he felt like he had been for half the evening.“Tommy, I don’t want this anymore then you do but I have to put Adam first.”“I know, I am too.” Tommy joined their hands together.

They sat in silence for a while, (Y/N)’s head resting on Tommy’s shoulder, both their minds racing on what to do.

Tommy shifted suddenly when an idea occurred to him.

“I’ve got an idea but let me check it’s viable first”

(Y/N) barely managed to open her mouth before Tommy rushed out of the living room, leaving her speechless and confused. She decided to make herself a drink whilst she waited for Tommy.

As (Y/N) sipped her drink, Tommy finally reappeared with a smile on his face.

“I’ve got it” Tommy shuffled to sit next to her and took her hands into his once again.

“We’ll send you and Adam away — ah let me finish— but not to another country, you’ll stay in England just a few hours away from Birmingham with a friend.”

“I- uh- what?” (Y/N) was a bit overwhelmed and shocked, “go to where? Who’s this friend?”“Margate and the friend...he’s an old one.”

“Tommy, you don’t have old friends.”

Tommy pressed his head against (Y/N)’s, “Trust me on this. Please.”

“This friend...you absolutely trust him?”

“Yes.”

(Y/N) nodded, “So Margate?”

“Margate.”

#tommy shelby imagines #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinder imagine #imagines #angst #fanfic #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby #peaky blinders x reader

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college student! jackson x sugar daddy! mark // sugar daddy x baby socmed au

b a c k g r o u n d i n f o 🍓

jackson is THE popular kid despite him having his own set of financial problems. he lives with a foster family because his parents died in a car accident when he was 11, but still grew up to be a well-mannered, cheerful boy

mature 21 year old who knows his strenghts and weaknesses. very motivated and hard working, but tends to fall for the bad type rather than good influences. is also too nice and sweet to point out other’s mistakes and flaws so he usually goes along with whatever his friends do. has always wanted to move out because as much as he loves his foster family, he knows that they struggle with their own swt of problems as well and feels like a burden now that college fees are piling up

mark is a millionaire, successful bachelor at the fine age of 29. recognised for his success in starting and building his own business at 22, took him only 7 years to reach his current success of a multi-million enterprise in Seoul trading and exporting goods.

is a very mysterious figure to the press because he is extremely private about his life outside of work. lives alone, has no known dating history, only known family is his family in USA ands seems to be completely disinterested in relationships under than a tight-knit group of friends. the press would love to get some dirt on this successful businessman.

jjp are mark’s close friends and a power couple of Korea ( lgbtq+ rs are supported in korea in this au ) and have always wanted him to look for a partner. yugyeom, mark’s other close friend, also wants him to not be so lonely anymore since he’s pushing 30 already.

meanwhile, youngjae + bambam are jackson’s best friends. youngjae’s fam is jackson’s foster fam while the three of them all attend Seoul University tgt. they’re close friends because they all share an interest in music and just enjoy each other’s company. they’re the same age in this au, so they met at the usual freshmen orientation drinking session and bambam almost puked on jackson’s crotch. ever since then, they’ve been inseparable.

youngbam are also well known in the school - youngjae for performing on stage every year at the annual talent show while bambam is known for his cool style and being the vice president of the dance club.

p l o t 🍓

jackbamjae are joking arnd in their gc abt life after college when jackson finally tells them his plan to move out of his foster home after they finish their second year of college. yj ofc objects because he doesn’t see js as a burden, but respects jackson’s decision because js insists.

bambam suggests a sugar daddy website to get money. ofc, both of the other two question him on how he got to know such a site existed. he tells them that ten ( pres of the dance club ) got to know his bf through this site. bam tells them that it isn’t super shady or wtv and the men aren’t so bad at all

js says wtv and gives it a go, so he signs up with the help of bamjae. he has a basketball friendly match, so he rushes off after that

at the same time, mark’s bday is approaching. jjgyeom are planning a surprise for him and hopefully, it’ll include some sort of a date that mark will agree to go on. yugyeom had also come across the sugar daddy website by simply lurking on the nsfw side of the internet and jjp have learnt not to question him too much on what he does in his free time.

he found js’s profile and knowing mark’s type, immediately suggested the idea to jjp. jb, who’s been mark’s longest friend, says that mark might not completely be opposed to it because he knows that mark has been stressed lately and a way to let out that frustration would be good. jy, on the other hand, cautions that mark might not like the idea because mark is the kind of guy to value genuine relationships over meaningless hookups, not to mention paying someone for sex and whatnot. despite that, the three arrive at mark’s place on the night of his bday to surprise him

yg suggests the idea to mark after they’ve all had some dinner and mark obv gets mad at first. he says exactly what jy had said, but calms down after jjgyeom explain that they’ve all been worried about how he’s coping and don’t want him to be alone and stressed anymore. mark sees that his friends have good intentions and decides to give it a go, starting the convo with jackson over the website that night after all his friends have left

after about a week of weird dms and some actually good interactions over the site, jackson is about to give up because he hasn’t found anyone truly interested in talking and not just sex. then, he gets mark’s dm

the two hit it off immediately and they end up texting till 3am. they exchanged socmed accounts before they went to bed as well, and js decides to tell bamjae in the morning abt it.

they obv know who the hell mark tuan is and are freaking out over this. jackson rmbs that mark had told him not to spread this and realises that’s the reason why. he warns bamjae not to tell anyone, even their other close friends. bamjae suggest for him to keep texting and to even meet mark on the weekend.

they meet and it goes well and stuff, them slowly establishing their own sort of relationship. they’re more platonic than sexual most of the time, but they do look for each other when they’re horny and in need of release

one day, the press captures mark waiting for js after school at seoul uni + js getting into his car. they post an article with a caption insinuating that mark has a secret relationship, which he fires down with an instagram post about invading his privacy and posting false rumours. he does this because he’s scared that js might be affected.

js is affected, because he realises that he doesn’t mind being in a genuine relationship with mark at all. he tells bamjae ofc, and they help him to realise that he might have developed feelings for the older man. he freaks out because that isn’t part of the deal of being a sugar baby but he doesn’t want to cut mark off either

it’ll end happily, definitely, but the angst will come right after this and i hope it’ll be good :<

e x t r a c t f r o m f i r s t c o n v o 🍓

Yien_duan_

Hey, is this Wangpuppy825?

Wangpuppy825

that’s me! you can call me jackson ☺️

Yien_duan_

Oh, okay sure. I’m Mark. How old are you again?

Wangpuppy825

i’m 21 this year 🤩 wbu?

Yien_duan_

I’ve just turned 30

What’s your major in college?

Wangpuppy825

just? when’s your birthday? 🧐

i major in Sports science studies at SNU

Yien_duan_

4 september

Woah, you sound like a pretty smart kid

Wangpuppy825

oh, belated birthday mark hyung 🥳🥳

i can call you that, right 🥺

also, i’m not that smart hahah i just study hard 😌

Yien_duan_

Yeah, hyung is fine

Thank you, by the way :)

Wangpuppy825

no prob, hyung ☺️

quick qn though, do you look really old?

Yien_duan_

Ummm.....no?

Wangpuppy825

do you mind sending a pic 😖

i’m sorry if this sounds weird it’s just i’ve gotten lots of dms from 50 year olds posing as 20-30 year olds and it’s creepy 😳

Yien_duan_

Okay but you can’t tell anyone about this, okay?

Wangpuppy825

why? is it embarrassing for you 😮

Yien_duan_

[image attached]

It’s not really about being embarrassed, I guess

Wangpuppy825

omg

Yien_duan_

Why?

Wangpuppy825

you look so hot wtf 🥵

and you look so young????? you look my age 😳😳

god is unfair for making you so pretty 😤

Yien_duan_

You mean you...

Wangpuppy825

i...???

Yien_duan_

Oh, nothing hahah

I’m just surprised you think I look good because well...

You’re really cute, Jackson :<

Wangpuppy825

wow okay you have no idea how different it feels to hear that from a hot person rather than just my friends hyping me up 😳😳😳

Yien_Tuan

Your friends? Did they persuade you to do this?

Y’know, my friends actually set me up with you as sort of a birthday present

Wangpuppy825

oh? then i guess i should thank them 😳

and yes, my friends did persuade me to do this hhahaha

Yien_Duan_

Thank my friends? What for?

Your friends did a good job with the basketball pictures. I think those were what made my friend Yugyeom choose you

Wangpuppy825

thank them for setting me up with such a hottie 🥵

oh! you play?

Yien_Duan_

Ahh, you’re making me embarrassed... 😳

Yeah, I played when I was in college in USA

Wangpuppy825

omg you used an emoji for the first time 🥰

usa? you’re a foreigner too?

Yien_Duan_

Hahah, I don’t really use emojis because I’m used to texting formally at work 😅

Wow, it feels like we’ve got a lot in common huh

Wangpuppy825

use them more 🥺

it does! you’re probably the most interesting person i’ve met on this site the whole week 😌😌

Yien_Duan_

Then I’m honoured I got your attention first :)

Tell me more about yourself? Unless you’ve got to go to bed already

Wangpuppy825

oh, no no hahah

i usually sleep way past midnight so this is fine 🤩

anyway, who would be crazy enough to turn down a conversation with someone like you 😖😖

Yien_Duan_

Flirtatious, are we?

Wangpuppy825

only because you’re adorable 🥰

t a g s 🍓

sugar daddy x sugar baby au

social media au

possessive mark

switch jackson

dominant mark

sexting / nudes

fluff / angst / smut

college student! jackson

friends with benefits-ish to lovers

#got7 markson #jackson wang #mark tuan #got7 aus #sugar daddy au #sugar daddy mark tuan #sugar baby jackson wang #got7 social media au

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The Simpsons - A Commentary on American Culture

No one could have predicted that the grungy drawings of Homer, Marge, Bart, Lisa and Maggie Simpson on the sketch parody program, "The Tracey Ullman Show" would change into a tremendously worshiped pack hit among watchers everything being proportionate and establishments. As the longest running restored course of action all through the whole closeness of TV, it is in like turnpike one of the most esteemed. "The Simpsons" scenes are routinely themed around advancing new unanticipated turns of events – even imperfect subjects, for instance, gay marriage and religion in state financed schools. There is nothing of the sort as difficult to show up at point on "The Simpsons." Topics on the show are facilitated distraction that is truly spun around all ages, races, sexual course and religions rick simpson oil .

Credits

Producer and authority creator, Matt Groening is attributed with restoring the excess satire to prime time TV with the introduction of "The Simpson's" hypothesis on Fox in 1989. Official creator James L. Streams is an Emmy and Academy award winning producer and creator of films that wire Terms of Endearment and As Good as it Gets. Al Jean is the third official creator other than head producer (Simpsons, 2006). As a stunning little attestation, staff writer, Daniel Chun is the more fiery get-together of a juvenile this author dated in assistant school. Al Jean and Mike Scully are in like manner two fundamental researchers.

Regardless of the conspicuous VIP guest stars who have voiced different sensational characters on the show, it is the voices of the standard characters that are central and key to the show's continued with progress. Everything considered striking for giving out the general filtered through "D'oh!" as Homer Simpson, Dan Castallaneta past Tracey Ullman cast part, is other than Mayor Quimby, Grandpa Simpson and Groundskeeper Willie among others. What's logically a Tracey Ullman alumna, Julie Kavner prompts her voice to Marge Simpson and her two upsetting Homer-disdaining, MacGyver focused, chain smoking sisters Patty and Selma. Nancy Cartwright is the voice of multi year old Bart Simpson, paying little mind to Ralph Wiggum, Nelson Muntz and Todd Flanders. Focus youthful, multi year old Lisa Simpson is outlined by Yeardley Smith. Both Hank Azaria and Harry Shearer offer voices to different Springfield's essential characters (Simpsons, 2006).

The Simpsons' Lucrative Heyday

In its exactly on an ideal opportunity to mid-'90s importance days, "The Simpsons" was less at the height of clear quality and evaluations, at any rate the show was gathering a few millions in referenced thing bargains. Parties couldn't get enough stunning Homers that drooled "Mmmm… doughnuts" or battery worked Barts hollering "Announced carumba!" at the push of his mid-locale, paying little psyche to PC games, dress, home enhancements from this time forward commonly more. Bart's catchphrases which included "Don't have a dairy creatures man!" and "Eat my shorts" were heard everywhere. Near the evaluations, systems of Simpsons referenced things have declined starting late, yet the section scholars' and producers' undertakings to keep the show new and attracting have not gone unnoticed by various watchers who have remained focused on the inhabitants of Springfield, USA.

A Window into Our Nation

How the show is set in a dull state shows an effort concerning the stars to reflect American culture everything considered in each scene. This has related with the show to draw watchers from wherever all through the country. For instance, a show like "Sex and the City" may have an especially beast after of New York watchers, while "The Simpsons" with its unidentified setting can interface all Americans. The two-story Simpson home on Evergreen Terrace energetically shows up additionally as a standard home in an American suburb – short the festival like striking shades.

The Main Characters – the Simpson family

The show is based around the Simpson nuclear family model of two watchmen, 2.5 young people (Maggie could be considered the .5 thinking about her as deficiency to talk) notwithstanding cats, Snowball I, II and III and ensured about greyhound, Santa's Little Helper. The family structure and character characters reflect standard American checks. While the Simpsons are truly broken, (as show by one of the past scenes where the family experienced incapacitated individual treatment with Dr. Marvin Monroe to vanquish their issues), finally, we when in doubt have issues, at any rate toward the day's end, there is an enormous level of warmth and solidarity in different families. This is unmistakably, if you pardon the trustworthy introductions of youth abuse where Homer stiflers Bart until his eyes swell off of his brain and the way that kid Maggie is certainly once in a while wandered out from home alone.

Submitted adornment and mother Marge is a tribute to enduring American moms. She is the heart, soul and glue of the Simpson family. As opposed to her life right hand, Marge doesn't have any mates or time to be social as she is an over the top level of clamoring paying unprecedented cerebrum to her adored one and adolescents. Homer, who has a huge level of irrelevant progression mates, is the pulverizing imbecile of a genuine proximity embellishment and father. What he needs sharp, he makes up in mix use at his kept up watering opening, Moe's Tavern. He isn't for each condition completely gave to his family and is continually fuming and crazy, yet near the fulfillment of most scenes, he picks the best choice – and that is the spot we see the spirit of the American father.

Bart is the artfulness, free vivacious most settled youth who uncovers burden all finished, regardless, like his father, as a last resort finds recuperation and a liberal closeness practice before the accreditation of a scene. Lisa is the totally evident still, little voice of the Simpson family. An especially read, caring youth who follows Buddhism and perpetual new unexpected new turns of events, Lisa can in like course chuckle with Bart at the especially energetic scenes of the cat and mouse enemies, Itchy and Scratchy. Kid Maggie, while the humblest and calmest character, says a great deal with the sucking of her pacifier. Managers have dependably given Maggie a discernible information and care that isolates her young age. She even has a uni-browed baby adolescent pre-grown-up kid foe.

Social Commentary

Notwithstanding the Simpson family central characters, the show features packs and unquestionable Springfield tenants with staggering records and excited characters, all of which address the focal characters an epic bit of us will establishing with the course of our lives. For instance, our country is over-issue with odd government supervisors and Mayor Quimby addresses an absolute vexatious political figure. He is routinely caught in exchanging off positions selling out Springfield and swaying with young people, yet he remains in force and no one in the town seems to shudder an eyelash. Completely when he even addresses the townspeople as "botching hicks" and they are not sifted through by it.

Punching fun of the police structure, The Simpsons features Police Chief Clancy Wiggum, perhaps the second most essential bozo on the hotshot near Homer. He is in peril for Springfield's security and thriving with his two side-kicks who rout Wiggum in information. His stagger factor is wavering and the town would be in a perfect circumstance rushed toward dread based oppressor savages with access to weapons of mass pummeling. Any police chairman who says "Aww, wouldn't anyone have the decision to in this town censure all position?" may not be the most qualified open entries for the turn of events (Simpsons, 2006).

Estimation of the Elderly

The show other than limits the fundamental issue of old dismissal. Homer's father, Grandpa Simpson, lives in the Springfield Retirement Castle. A surrendered war sifted specific, Grandpa was hard for Homer in his pubescence. As perhaps a kind of subconscious response, Homer put Grandpa in a home where his own fulfillment is poor. Doubtlessly Grandpa and various tenants are regulated genuinely. His ill-manners is clear when in one event, Grandpa won't let Homer get the phone with the objective that he can "respect the rings." Yet Grandpa appears in changed scenes as a singing, hypnotizing character who credits his novel, upsetting outlandishness to the show. Potentially the specialists are endeavoring to plot that different old paying little respect to everything have a great deal to contribute and should not be disposed of as aggravations.

Phil Hartman

The late Phil Hartman of Saturday Night Live acknowledgment influenced his voice to two prosaism Simpsons characters: miserable authentic guide Lionel Hutz and lighting up film star, Troy McClure. Troy McClure would normally progress by saying something like "Howdy, I'm Troy McClure! You may review me from such open assistance stories as 'Alloted Drivers, the Lifesaving Nerds' and 'Phony Tornado Alarms Reduce Readiness'" (Troymcclurepage, 2006). Troy was a boggling of a character a broad bit of us found in our giganticness in potentially a couple of state maintained school films that by chance held any illuminating worth.

Certifiable guide Lionel Hutz was a crude, salvage vehicle filtering for after, picked authority who now and again out of the blue appeared in a situation where his confirmed "achievement" may have helped him advantage by somehow. His authentic practice was named "I Can't Believe it's a Law Firm!" and offered clients gleams, for instance, a free pizza if their settlements were not formed in a brief timeframe or less (Lionel Hutz, 2006). Lionel's character unfalteringly exemplified the hypothesis of the unquenchable, money grubbing confirmed help.

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English Love Affair (Scyvie) - Ashley

A/N: The princess of America’s biggest hotel chain, Scarlet hatches a plan to escape from her fame for just a few hours. And then she meets Yvie, the roving reporter who will do anything to keep her job, including lying her way through the longest day she’s ever experienced.

Hope yous like this, my first every Scyvie so a bit scared haha - a modern day Roman Holiday AU (title taken from a 5sos song lol) Thanks so so so so much to @artificialmeggie for beta-ing she is a ledge. Lots of love Ashley xoxox

It took all of two minutes for Scarlet to collapse on her bed after she entered her suite, letting out a moan of exhaustion as her face hit the pillow.

There she was in one of the world’s most global cities, the London skyline dancing by her window, stuck in the four walls of her parent’s new hotel.

“Scarlet,” her mother tutted in her direction. Despite being face-deep in pillows, Scarlet knew she was shaking her head. “You only posted six stories tonight! We are counting on you to help us open here, we need the younger generation on board. I am expecting a lot more enthusiasm on your behalf tomorrow.”

Scarlet wondered whether she should just go and make a sex tape to make her parents mad, figuring in the end that knowing her luck it would only end off benefiting the pair. Maybe a drug binge? Or worse, she could be caught staying in a Hilton!

She couldn’t help but admit she often thrived on the knowledge that the world knew her, that they wanted her, feeling a rush of confidence every time she strutted a walkway and heard her name being called, endorphins rising with every click of a camera. Nonetheless, she longed for the world just the same way, to walk on the streets and be the people who called after her, to visit a market and eat street food.

Just one day where she wasn’t the princess of the Flazé empire and just a girl with wide eyes and a big beating heart.

“I am too unwell to do anything tomorrow.” She threw a hand over her forehead; the drama queen she had always been from a young age, an angsty teenager stuck in the body of a twenty-something-year-old.

“Well then we shall call a doctor immediately because your schedule is tight.” Her mother turned to an assistant, her commanding stare having the women running out of the room without even the click of her fingers. “We have a press conference at eight, a shoot straight after…”

Scarlet zoned out of her mother’s words, trying to pretend her long list of responsibilities for the following day was of no significance to her whatsoever.

“I do not need a doctor.” Scarlet’s dramatics heightened, the days of jetting around the world, remaining prim and proper catching up on her. “I just need to sleep!”

With that Scarlet heard the scoff of her mother’s throat and the slamming of the door, feeling sorry for the assistant on the other end of the conversation that would soon occur.

***

“I like it Yvie, I really do.” Nina tapped her false nails across the wooden desk, clearly searching for the right words to let her employee down gently.

Yvie didn’t even bother building herself up, she was ready for the punch.

“But it isn’t us and I think you know that.”

There it was. Nina was right, she did know, but it didn’t sting any less.

“It’s real life Nina, it’s what you see when you walk down the streets,” Yvie said, rehashing a point she knew she had made a billion times already and was not yet ready to compromise on.

“If people want to know what’s on the streets they can go out and look at them.” Nina shook a sympathetic head to the girl. “They want to read about the rich and famous, the life that they don’t have themselves. I’m going to be real with you, Yvie, you’re a good writer, a really good writer, and so many girls like you would kill for a job here, but you’re skating on thin ice. This is a gossip tabloid and we write gossip.”

“I know.” Yvie winced at her words, thinking back to the cold shower she had that morning, the water added to her milk to make it last, “I promise I want to be here, I’ll try.”

“I want this for you too, Yvie.” She placed a mothering hand over her employee’s own, “Look, there’s a new Flazé just opened off Westminster and the family arrived in London yesterday. They have a daughter, Scarlet, she has 10 million followers on Instagram and drama seems to follow where she goes. I was gonna give this to Kahanna but I’ll give you a chance, I need dirt on this girl.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” Yvie responded dutifully, not usually one to compromise on her morals, but the thought of being jobless in a city where a £5 pint was considered cheap making her shudder.

“There’s a press conference at eight tomorrow, get yourself home and rested for it.” Nina smiled at the girl as she watched her exhale a breath held for far too long.

“Thank you, thank you so much.” She fumbled for her bag and was out of the office within minutes, ready to get home and find out everything she could overnight about Instagram’s latest piece of royalty.

***

Scarlet knew she didn’t have long till the drowsiness of the sleeping pills would hit her - she had to move fast.

Padding her feet silently on the cold marble floor of her suite, she grabbed the first pair of ballet flats that she saw, a pair her New York Fashion Week feet had never worn outside the comfort of her own home, wherever home was that day. Wearing nothing but her nightdress, she peered out of the eyehole on her door, finding herself at no avail when noticing the two “assistants” placed on watch duty outside of her door.

Swinging it open, she conjured up every ounce of Southern charm that her body could secrete, her inner damsel-in-distress bursting out into the open.

“Help!” she grabbed one of their lapels. “There’s a man on my balcony.”

Their instincts acting over logic in just the way Scarlet had hoped, the pair looked at each other and sprinted into the suite, leaving Scarlet with just the right amount of time to slip down the corridor and down the hidden maid’s stairwell, praising whatever lord would listen that her parent’s hotels were simply carbon copies of each other in new locations, a floor plan that she knew like the freckles on her arms.

Within minutes she had made it to the bottom floor, out of the maid’s quarters and to a fire exit. She could almost taste the smoke-filled air and river salt that lay above her. The dirty, dirty taste of freedom.

***

“Vanj, I need to be up at eight tomorrow,” Yvie pleaded down the phone as she made her way through the now darkened streets, gripping her bag tightly whilst searching for a cigarette in her purse.

Despite living there since her first year of uni, she never would get used to the sheer volume of people that lurked the streets at night, the antithesis to her Northern town. Wherever she went there were people, people like her racing home after a late stay at the office, people in short skirts and clicking heels ready to drink away their problems, people exchanging whatever they could in hushed voices on almost every corner.

“Just don’t go to sleep,” her friend pleaded in her usually gravel filled tone. Yvie often wondered whether the girl had fallen out of the womb yelling and hadn’t stopped till the age of thirteen.

“Next time,” Yvie responded, wishing she was out drinking instead of dealing with the fact that tomorrow she may not have a job. “Ring Silky.”

As often as Yvie found herself unaccustomed to the London lifestyle, nothing filled her with more dread than the thought of leaving the city. The thought of packing up her bags, jumping on the next train and returning home with nothing to her name but the remnants of broken dreams strewn in a suitcase.

She could miss one night of Vanessa’s pisshead shenanigans if it meant keeping her job, paying her rent, and delaying her inevitable failure as a writer.

“You owe me,” Vanessa grunted, Yvie vividly picturing her crumpled up face on the other end of the line.

“I paid your entry last week so don’t even.” Yvie shook her head before bidding goodbye to her friend and continuing her journey home.

Or at least that what she had planned to do.

She didn’t know what it was that turned her head to the left, what made her catch her eye on the pale girl clad only in a nightie, passed out on a wooden bench.

“So…happy…” she heard the girl slur.

Not passed out then; she re-evaluated the situation, just bordering on paralytic.

“Hey,” she tapped the girl’s shoulder. “Wake up.”

“Thank you.” She turned to face Yvie, accidentally over-rotating and throwing herself off the bench altogether before Yvie could so much as reach out a hand.

“Ouch,” she stated almost nonchalantly, her eyes only half-open but still allowing Yvie to make out their light blue, a startling contrast to her auburn hair and pale complexion.

“Get up.” Yvie held a hand out to the stranger, feeling a sudden need to protect her, the thought of leaving her in such a state resting uneasily in her mind.

Rolling her eyes more at herself than the girl now in a vertical position, Yvie swore under her breath; of course she’d find herself bringing home a stray cat, almost annoyed at her morals and wishing she was more of a shitty person so that she could leave the girl alone without having to worry about her, the way she knew many of the other people around her would have, and probably already had done.

“Is this a reaction?” The girl gripped Yvie’s arm for balance, her bitter cold hands almost refreshing.

Yvie almost chuckled at the girl’s inability to speak sense coupled with an American accent that she hadn’t expected. I hope I’m not this bad when I’m drunk, she thought to herself, knowing fine well that she was worse.

“Come on chemistry lady, I’ll find you a bed.”

***

“Who are you, and where am I?” Scarlet held a frying pan above the waking girl, only then realising that she should have picked a better weapon.

“Woah.” The girl raised her hands in the air and gave Scarlet a look of utter bewilderment, crawling back on the floor. “You’re in my bloody flat with my frying pan!”

“Did you keep me captive here?” Scarlet ignored the girl’s angry face, stories of models and socialites who were kidnapped on holiday flashing through her mind. “Who is paying you? How much money do you want?”

“Captive!” The girl rose to her feet, her eyes almost firing dark red lasers at Scarlet, clearly not afraid of her or her weapon of choice. “I found you passed out on a bench in the middle of the city; god, I’ll let you get molested next time.”

“Oh.” Scarlet lowered the pan, remembering the sleeping pills she had taken, remembering the way she ran down the streets after leaving the hotel. “This is your home?”

“Yes.” Yvie stared her down. “And don’t even bother making any comments about how tiny it is, how the kitchen and the living area dare to be in the same room or how my toilet chain doesn’t flush properly because I had enough of that all night!”

Sudden flashes of rolling around the floor, laughing as she realised the bedroom she was in was the only one in existence started to come back to her like polaroids developing in the light.

“Sorry.” She winced at the thought of her own words, “I’d taken some sleeping pills…”

But the girl didn’t even respond to her, instead simply opening her mouth wide and streaming off a string of profanities that made Scarlet giggle. Grabbing a bag and shoving whatever was nearby in it, Scarlet watched as the girl attempted to smooth her hair down whilst juggling a set of keys, a look of utter panic on her face.

“Out.” She motioned to Scarlet, the door to the apartment open to a dingy looking hallway.

“I’m not going out, I haven’t even showered!” Scarlet panicked at the thought of a paparazzo catching her in a nightie, hair thick with grease - not the scandal she had been hoping for.

“Well, I was supposed to be somewhere two hours ago, so you’re out or you’re locked in.” Yvie wasted no time trying to reason with the girl, shaking her head as she simply stood there doe-eyed and open-mouthed. “Guess it’s locked in.”

“I don’t even know your name,” Scarlet cried out, her mind bypassing the mess she was in as the girl was about to slam her door.

“Yvie,” she shouted from the hallway, not bothering to ask Scarlet her own.

***

“So.” Nina clapped both hands together with a chipper smile as she stood above Yvie’s desk, either not noticing her dishevelled state or being too kind to mention it - most likely the latter.

Her boss’s face looking at her expectantly, Yvie’s brain went into full-on panic mode, beginning to blurt out every lie she could about the press conference.

“…and then the daughter started to hint at business ventures of her own.”

Looking up she noticed that Nina’s face had turned from chipper to sullen in the time she had spoken, spinning around like the mayor from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

“Give me one reason I shouldn’t fire you right now.” She sighed, Yvie wishing she would shout at her rather than look so sad - her heart breaking inside at the thought of disappointing her boss, the thought that she had coasted her way through the job instead of giving it her all like she should have.

She bowed her head in silence.

“This is an article from Buzzfeed.” Nina plopped her phone on the table for Yvie to see, the title reading ‘Starlet Scarlet MIA from Flazé Conference: Mystery Illness?’

“This is the type of drama I wanted you to be investigating, Yvie, you should have been there, I put my neck on the line for you.”

Even though Yvie knew deep down she couldn’t blame anyone but herself, she couldn’t help but find herself angry at the insufferable girl she had stayed up looking after the night before, angrier even at the stupid heiress for not showing up to her own press conference and exposing Yvie’s lie.

Grabbing the phone from the table she began to scroll down the article, figuring she might as well take a look at the girl for good measure before boxing up her favourite mug and saying goodbye to her friends.

“Holy shit.” Her mouth moved without her brain comprehending the fact that she was swearing in front of her boss, ex-boss, maybe?

“Yvie?”

“I have a reason.” She let out a laugh with both perplexity and irony. “This girl is in my flat.”

***

“How dare you lock me in your home?” The rage Scarlet had built for the past few hours spilled out of her body before Yvie could even place her keys on the shelf.

“How was I to know you wouldn’t steal anything?” Yvie shrugged a shoulder, finding humour in Scarlet’s distress. “I wasn’t wrong!”

“I have no other clothes.” She looked down at the leggings and jumper she had borrowed from Yvie’s wardrobe, breathing a sigh of relief that the other girl didn’t seem to know who she was. “I will pay you back.”

“With the money in your nightie?” Yvie laughed and Scarlet couldn’t help but join in too, finding something so infectious in the way she bellowed like an ogre brewing a stew.

“I’m sorry.” She looked down at her hands - suddenly feeling bad when putting things in the other girl’s perspective, understanding her anger that morning; she was Goldilocks barging into the bears’ home and ruining everything. “I’m a bit lost right now.”

“I think America is somewhere over there.” Yvie pointed to her side, making Scarlet giggle like a schoolgirl once again. “What’s your name?”

Shit.

She hadn’t thought of this part.

“Stacey,” she blurted, thinking of one of the women she had seen on a panel show as she had flicked through Yvie’s channels earlier that day.

“Stacey,” Yvie repeated, pulling a face that Scarlet couldn’t quite decipher.

Standing up from the couch with the fear of overstaying her welcome or being discovered, Scarlet addressed the girl once more. “Would you be able to direct me to an ATM so I can repay you for your clothes and catch a taxi to Covent Garden?”

“I can take you to Covent Garden myself.”

“Oh no, I will be fine.” Scarlet’s natural instinct to run away from anything and everything in her life kicking in. “Just the ATM.”

Little did she know that Yvie would be stopped by nothing to wander the streets of Camden by her side.

***

“Vanj, I need a solid.” Yvie held her heart out to her friend over the line, her voice cracking as she began to make her way through the underground, in a complete role reversal to the conversation that they had the night before.

“What? I’m hanging!”

“What a way to greet a friend who has always been at your beck and call.”

“Last time I checked, you were the one owing me favours.” The girl seemed to have livened up on the phone, returning to her usual hyper self within a few minutes of waking up, surpassing the initial grogginess of the morning after.

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need this. I’ll get you a Maccy’s breakfast, just meet me with your oyster and camera.”

“Fine, but it better be a double.”

Yvie grinned with glee at her friend’s agreement, the cogs of her plan all starting to churn into place.

***

“Yvie, that is borderline stalking.”

And Vanessa was supposed to be the friend who supported her bad decisions.

“It’s my job, Vanj. And I’m just gonna approach her and ask again. I’m not going to force her with me.”

“But you want me to peer around corners and take photos for you!”

“It’s fine; I’ll just have this back.” Yvie plucked the McMuffin straight from her friend’s mouth like she was taking a dummy from a baby.

“You win this time.” Vanessa snatched her breakfast back with a triumphant grin, Yvie already turning on the ball of her foot and making her way back into the underground before another bite could be taken.

Rolling her eyes at her friend, Vanessa began to quicken her pace, legs doing double the work, as one of Yvie’s amazonian steps covered two of hers.

“Is she fit?” She practically shouted, garnering stares from the rest of the public and making Yvie stop in her tracks, opening her mouth to speak but closing it again before words could come out.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

***

“Higher.” Scarlet watched as he lifted his scissors further up her hair, taking in the man’s pained expression as she jostled him to cut more and more off, eventually grabbing the scissors herself and holding them in line at the bottom of her neck.

“All off!” he gasped, clearly triggered by her decision to get rid of the locks that had eaten up so much money through treatments, stylists, and products.

“Like Audrey Hepburn in the 50s,” she squealed.

“Well, I do owe you a duty of care to tell you that, in my professional opinion, you will not suit it and this is all your doing.”

Turning to grin at him, Scarlet imagined this is what being on the top of a roller coaster felt like, smiling before the tumult of the big drop.

“All off!”

***

Yvie felt a wave of stupidity as she scanned the streets of the busy area for the redhead, knowing that she could well be anywhere between the hustle and bustle of street performers and market stalls.

She didn’t dare stop anyone in fear of getting her purse stolen or worse, simply stopping every few minutes to listen for that overseas drawl whining about something.

In reality, it didn’t take too long.

“No, you can’t.” Yvie heard the familiar voice and soon saw Scarlet through the window of a salon, feeling grateful that the girl she was trailing around London to find just so happened to think she was the star of a 1950s drama film.

“Is everything all right?” Yvie popped her head in the doorway, trying her very hardest not to startle the other girl or further trip her short fuse.

“No.” Scarlet gave the man a heinous look before even registering that it was Yvie in the doorway.

“I thought I ought to make sure you had everything under control out here by yourself,” Yvie explained away her being there, making dead eye contact with the other girl and almost feeling an exchange of energy between them.

“I’m not a child,” Scarlet whined, proving the utter antithesis to her point. “This man is trying to take my photo without my permission.”

“I just wanted to post her hair on my Instagram, it looks really good.” He turned to Yvie and raised a brow as in to say ‘What is with this crazy American lady?’

Yvie threw her two arms in a shrug back at him, trying to think of a way around the situation.

She couldn’t act too defensive on Scarlet’s behalf, she didn’t want her to know the truth. She couldn’t let him take the photo, then the rest of the city would be on Scarlet’s trail and Yvie would miss her exclusive. Besides, she kind of felt a small warmth toward the girl, despite her outlandish antics. Yvie could tell that inside there was just a vulnerable person who wanted a taste of freedom.

“Just take it from the back, without her face in the mirror.” She looked from the hairdresser to Scarlet, trying to come up with a clear compromise. “Sorry, Stacey here has a bit of a psycho ex, doesn’t do the whole social media thing.”

The lies started to slip off her tongue without falter. Festering themselves in layers upon layers, a complex beehive she would have to try to manage.

“Fine.” He agreed reluctantly.

Yvie couldn’t help but feel his pain, for Scarlet did look beautiful, the short style really showing the sharpness of her cheekbones, the playfulness in her smile.

“I can survive on my own, you know?” The girl gave Yvie a side-eye that could have sliced through the biggest of tensions.

“Maybe you can,” Yvie teased the girl, “maybe you can’t. Either way, I can’t help but admit I kind of want to show you around London.”

This part wasn’t a lie.

“Do you know where we can get ice cream?” Scarlet looked longingly outside, the summer atmosphere filling every inch of the air around them.

“You bet I do.”

And with that they were off, walking the streets together, hands only centimetres away from touching.

***

“I think we should just get in one of those black cabs.” Panic rose in Scarlet’s mind as they began their descent down what seemed like the steepest escalator she had ever seen in her life.

“Are you joking?” Yvie shook her head at the girl, pushing her body onto the right side to let people past.

“I’ve never been on a subway before, this is scary.” She reached for one of the cigarettes she had purchased first after leaving Yvie’s apartment that morning, deciding she would need at least ten to calm her nerves in the station, maybe 11. Following Yvie’s lead, she was surprised at how well she managed to navigate her way through the mounds of people, barely even taking a second glance as to what platform they needed to be on.

“How come people don’t walk into you!” She caught up with her guide, only just managing to escape the mangle of bodies that pushed her in every which way.

“Look straight ahead at where you want to be, never down, never to the side, people will just move.”

“People here aren’t very friendly,” Scarlet responded, knowing full well that she probably wouldn’t have given someone the same respect on the street a few days ago.

“It took me a while to get used to as well, back at home you say hello to every man and his dog whether you know them or not.”

“When did you move here?” Scarlet asked as they waited for their tube to come.

“I came for uni but stayed after, there are more jobs around here and I kinda like the fast movement of the city.”

Before Scarlet could ask where she worked, a young man was running towards her with a whistle in his hand and a stern look on his face.

“No smoking.” He grabbed the cigarette from Scarlet’s hand despite the fact that she had not yet lit it. “You’re not getting on.”

“Hey.” Yvie tried to reason with him before her lady in shining armour came to save the day.

“Brock!” She heard Vanessa’s voice before she even saw her, almost forgetting she had asked her to trail them and take photographs. “Long time no see! How do you know my friend Yvie?”

He stood a little shell shocked, his eyes turning soft like a puppy dog as he tried to take all of Vanessa in.

“I, er-” he tried to respond but was cut off before he could go any further.

“There’s a boat party down the canal tonight, Brock, you should totally come.”

“Yeah, I would love to.” He reached out for Vanessa’s hand but didn’t get the chance to touch it as she began to pull away.

“Here’s the tube, see ya!” she cried in her gravelly voice, grabbing Yvie and Scarlet with an arm each and essentially forcing them through the doors.

“When did you sleep with a tube guard?” Yvie questioned, not even putting it past her friend when she thought about it further.

“Long story.” She brushed her friend off. “Are you not gonna introduce me to your friend?”

Making a mental note to give her a smack on the arm later for the way she emphasised the word friend, Yvie placed a hand on Scarlet’s back. “This is Stacey.”

“Tory?” Vanessa mouthed to Yvie jokingly, raising an eyebrow.

“American.” Yvie laughed in response before turning to Scarlet, “Sorry about her sense of humour, this is Vanjie.”

“Vanjie.” Scarlet repeated, the pair of them chuckling at the way she spat the nickname like a tongue twister. “Thanks for not getting me kicked out of the tube station!”

“It’s no bother.” She responded, giving Scarlet a seat on the tube. “Now how do you fancy a boat party tonight, Stacey?”

***

“What about this one?” Scarlet held a dress to her new-found friends.

Despite being deemed talentless by fifty percent of the media, she knew that her eye for fashion was notably better than the average girls. Whether looking through a Marc Jacobs collection or strolling the aisles of the British discount store she had immediately found love for, she knew fashion.

“That doesn’t really seem like your style?” Yvie examined it closer, surprised at the heiress choosing a black v-neck stretch fabric number from Primark.

“Ugh, no.” Scarlet looked down at the dress. “For you!”

“Well it certainly isn’t my style.” Her eyes nearly popped out of her head, garnering a laugh from Vanessa.

“Too bad.” Scarlet smiled, forcing it in the other girl’s hands. “You’re trying it on.”

“One.” Yvie held a finger to her. “We are here for you. And two, these changing rooms might as well be a stop on the way to hell.”

Picking up a dress in her signature red, Scarlet turned to face Yvie, a devilish grin plastered across her face.

“Well, we better hurry up or we’ll miss the train.”

Yvie didn’t even try to hide her laugh. Although she had started her time with the star thinking she was arrogant and too caught up in her own fantasy, it was little moments like this throughout the day that showed her that despite all her dramatics, Scarlet was just as funny and down to earth as anyone else on the planet. She was just as gritty as Yvie herself, only she smoothed over her edges much better.

“You look beautiful,” Scarlet simply stated as Yvie pulled back the curtain - no screeching, no theatrics, the way she was feeling just rolling off her tongue.

“It’s too revealing,” Yvie responded.

“Can I remind you of your arse last Halloween?” Vanjie chirped from her spot next to Scarlet.

“Oh my god, you have boobs!” Scarlet played a fake gasp, looking around the changing rooms, “Everyone, this girl has boobs!”

Yvie’s face flushed a perplex colour resembling something like a beetroot. “Shut the fuck up.”

“If you let me buy it for you.”

“No,” Yvie replied, folding her arms with her usual stubbornness that Scarlet had seemed to meet several times despite only knowing each other for a mere day.

“EVERYONE, YV-”

“Fine.”

“Yay!” Scarlet beamed, her infectious smile bright like a kid in Hamleys. “Time for accessories!”

For the first time in her life, Yvie had no issue being dragged around the post-apocalyptic war cavern disguised as a shop. In fact, she could have watched Scarlet getting excited about scrunchies and Tic-Tacs and sponges shaped like fruit all day.

***

“Don’t be having too much.” Yvie rested a steady hand on the glass in Scarlet’s hand. “I don’t want to have to come and find you from a park bench.”

“I’m fine.” The girl smiled in response. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Are you having a good time?”

Scarlet wondered if she meant at the party or just in general. The answer was the same either way. “Of course.”

“Come with me.” Yvie held out her hand almost naturally.

Scarlet did need to be asked twice.

***

“I can’t remember the last time I saw the stars for real. It’s weird, they used to be there all the time when I was a kid and I never paid them any attention.”

“Global warming’s a bitch.” Yvie laughed, her head falling on the other girl’s shoulder.

Neither of them made any effort to move.

“Maybe I should stay here for good.”

“Maybe you should.” Yvie looked at her, really looked at her.

And at that moment she didn’t care about the job, or the money, Scarlet’s fame, the fact that Vanjie was probably taking pictures of them whilst running away from her tube guard.

She wanted to find the nearest clock and punch it so that this day could go on forever.

If only it were Groundhog Day and she could wake up again late to work with a raging ginger holding a frying pan to her head.

“I ran away.” Scarlet looked to Yvie, a blanket of seriousness washing over her face for the first time all day. “It was just meant to be for a few hours but here we are. I just feel like my parents… They have this perfect vision of me in their heads, but it just isn’t me.”

“Here we are.” Yvie repeated, shocking even herself about how much one day could change everything.

Before Yvie knew what she was doing, her lips were on Scarlet’s.

She tasted of cheap drink and raspberries.

Her hand ran delicately through the short tendrils of curls that sat by her neck.

Normally Yvie was a tough lover, everything about passionate grabbing and giving.

But she held Scarlet like she was papier-mache that could crumble in her hands.

Scarlet placed an arm on her back, moving it lower and lower until it reached Yvie’s curve.

“We’re on the roof of a boat.” Yvie giggled looking around her, praying to god that Vanessa was too preoccupied with tube guy to be documenting this specific moment.

“Well, we can just wait then.” Scarlet pulled away.

The thing Yvie liked most about Scarlet’s mischievous grin was that it consisted of more than her mouth. Her eyes, her cheeks, her nose - they were all smirking and winding her up like a jack in the box ready to take flight at any second.

“Yeah, fuck it,” she responded, pulling the other girl in closer, tighter. Their bodies a perfect yin and yang, slotting together like pieces of one fucked up jigsaw.

Scarlet’s hands explored her body like she was discovering America, running her nails right from Yvie’s shoulders to her thighs, making circle after circle on her back.

Yvie deepened the kiss, pushing Scarlet down gently so she was practically on top of her - a beautiful face staring up at her longingly between her very own two hands.

Scarlet’s hands travelled back down to her thighs, making her way under the dress.

The fucking dress.

“Fuck, Scarlet.” She beamed at the girl, nothing and no one else on her mind but the girl with the freckles on her cheeks and her hands, her hands on Yvie’s thighs.

And then they weren’t.

And the silly grin, the carefree smile, the excitement in her eyes all faded.

Yvie watched as the moment caught Scarlet’s attention, watched as the realisation hit her brain of what was off, watched as she put the pieces together of the puzzle in her mind and pulled the ones apart in real life.

“You know who I am?” Scarlet looked at her and Yvie didn’t dare look back, bowing her head so she couldn’t see the mascara stained tear that slipped from the other girl’s eye.

“You’ve known all along. God, I’m an idiot.” She started to laugh in an unnerving way, the way that you laughed when the only other option was to cry, to really cry. “That’s why you took me home last night, you didn’t want to make sure I was safe!”

“No.” Yvie shook her head at the girl, forcing herself to make eye contact, forcing herself to face the reality of her actions, something she had always skipped over and run away from. “That’s not true, I promise.”

“What about the rest of it?” She was shouting now, waving her hands in the air. “What about when you came and found me in the market? What about when you bought me an ice cream? What about when you picked me up after I stumbled by the fountain? What about when you kissed me?”

“I’m sorry.” She reached forward to grab the other girl’s hand, but it was too late.

“Just for once, I thought someone was interested in me for me. What do you want? A picture on my story? You got a SoundCloud you want looking at?”

“I work for a magazine.” Yvie winced at her own words, knowing it was time to tell the truth.

Her words went straight into Scarlet’s body like Yvie had fired them from a gun.

“I hope it was worth it, putting up with me for the day.” Scarlet started to get mad at herself as well as Yvie, how could she slip up so badly. Big mistake, she told herself, fucking huge.

“It wasn’t like that,” Yvie tried, knowing there were no words in the Oxford dictionary that she could use to explain right then.

Knowing there was no way to show Scarlet that watching her running around Primark was the most exciting thing she’d done in years.

Knowing there was no way to tell her that she was the most beautiful person she had ever seen, filters and Photoshop aside.

Knowing it wasn’t possible to make Scarlet feel how awful she felt that this is how they met.

Knowing there was no chance in hell that the only good thing that happened to her since leaving University was going to stick around.

Now, who was supposed to be the dramatic one?

“What’s it about?” Scarlet asked. “No, I really wanna know.”

“Please, don’t.”

“Scarlet’s Big Breakdown: Is she giving 2007 Britney a run for her money?”

“No.” Yvie reached out again.

“‘My parents don’t understand me!’ Daughter of Flazé owners runs away.”

Yvie’s eyes were so fogged with tears that she could only make out the other girl’s outline - she didn’t even realise she had been crying.

“Or better yet, Victoria’s newest Angel has a secret of her own. Scarlet’s big gay getaway!”

Before Yvie could respond, Scarlet had unstrapped a heel and thrown in her direction, missing her completely and making a satisfying plop as it dipped into the water below.

“I deserved that.” She went to turn to the other girl, but she was already gone.

***

“I hear our princess has returned to her castle.” Nina looked up excitedly at Yvie as she entered her office. “You got a story for me?”

I have so many stories, Yvie thought to herself.

The story of how she realised that it was no use trying to live her life if it wasn’t something she was passionate about.

The story of how one day and one lady changed the way her mind saw the people of today.

The story of the best kiss she’d ever had.

And worst of all the story of her first real heartbreak.

“No,” she responded determinedly, “I don’t.”

“Yvie.” Nina looked at her with more pity than anger. “That would have been the biggest story of the month. You know what I have to do.”

“Yes,” Yvie responded, an uncanny sense of relief and happiness filling her at the thought of being sacked.

If there was one thing she had learned that week it was that she needed a fresh start.

“I wish you luck.” Nina pulled her into a big hug, “I really hope you get to write about something you care about someday, kidda.”

“Me too.” Yvie nodded as she pulled away, the image of a red-haired girl dancing on top of every brain cell in her head.

***

“Thank you for your concern,” Scarlet answered the inevitable question, reeling off the preplanned answer her mother had drilled into her brain. “The past few weeks of travelling and catering to the public really seemed to catch up on me, but I feel much better now, sending all my thanks to the great doctors of London who helped aid a better recovery.”

Somewhere in between the scrawling pens and hushed whispers she heard a chuckle.

An odd laugh that she would recognise in a heartbeat, it belonging to an even odder girl sat in the back row of the conference, no notebook in hand, no recorder being fiddled with. Just a laugh.

The questions and answers flooded by like an out of body experience, her mouth speaking all sorts about new beds, her next modelling gig, her mother’s influence whilst her mind stayed on Yvie - not raising her hand, not asking a question - just sitting there, her wide eyes gripped on Scarlet’s every word, biting at the dry skin on her lips.

Scarlet didn’t know what compelled her to end the conference in such a way, for she had spent the past few days being furious at the other girl, blocking and unblocking her on every form of social media, screaming into her pillow at just the image of her face. But she did it anyway.

“I’d like to invite reporters to stay behind and mingle in our bar, feel free to ask me some more personal questions if necessary.” She glanced at the back of the room, making eye contact with the girl who had plagued both her thoughts and dreams ever since she stepped off that boat.

They did not speak straight away; first Scarlet faked smiles and gave handshakes, taking photos with anyone who wanted, but once they did cross paths, Scarlet felt again that buzz of energy that she could in no way deny.

“I’m not very good with words,” Yvie started. “Sometimes I can be a bit uncompromising and I don’t want to make this worse.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna sing to me.” Scarlet rolled her eyes sarcastically, thinking back to the moment she had murdered a Donna Summer song whilst getting ready for the party, Yvie throwing a cushion at her head in response.

“I thought I’d give you these.” She handed an envelope over. “I’m gonna head back North I think. As much as I love it here I think this city has brought out some of the worst traits in me and you showed me that, Scarlet, so thank you.”

And she was gone with the burst of the air-con.

Scarlet did not know what to expect in the envelope but it hadn’t been the pictures.

Yvie holding her hand out to her when she fell over.

The pair of them on the tube, Scarlet’s head in the clouds and Yvie looking at her with a look that she’d only ever seen in 1950s romance films.

The grin on her own face as they stood by the river Thames, a grumpy Yvie stood waiting for her, ready for her Italians.

And finally, the two of them dancing together on the boat, hand in hand, only focused on each other like there was no one else in the world never mind the floor surrounding them.

She turned it over, the Sharpied scrawl bringing a tear to her eye she didn’t even bother to try to fight.

“My dearest Scarlet. I am sorry. So so sorry. I’m not writing the article. I just wanted you to know that other than my initial intentions, none of it was a lie, you gave me the best couple of days I didn’t even know I could have around here. Go take the world by storm, your own way. Yours, Yvie (the girl who kept you captive) xx”

***

“Yvie.” She heard Scarlet’s voice call her name, quickly trying to wipe her snotty nose on her sleeve and pretend she hadn’t started bawling the second she left the hotel.

“I never thanked you for showing me around London.” She pathetically attempted to catch her breath before giving in and pulling Yvie into a kiss.

What she had thought before was a lie, this was the best kiss of her life. All while she had tears and phlegm on her sleeve, how romantic.

“So, thank you.” Scarlet nodded awkwardly, Yvie starting to laugh at how one of the biggest socialites in America could be anything close to awkward. “And sorry for throwing my shoe at you.”

“I think that I deserved it.” Yvie chuckled. “But you need better aim.”

“Maybe I missed on purpose.” Scarlet raised an eyebrow at the girl - there was that smile again, Yvie took a mental picture that she would keep forever.

“So,” she filled the air.

“So,” Scarlet responded.

“If you ever find yourself back in the UK…” Yvie knew she should be feeling sad about the goodbye but couldn’t help but feel happy about the time they had shared.

“And yourself in New York.”

“I’ll make sure to scan every bench I see.” Yvie let out a chuckle, pulling the girl into one final embrace.

“And I’ll make sure to find you just the same.”

“See you later.” Yvie smiled, something inside telling her that she would, that this wouldn’t be the last time she crossed paths with Scarlet. “My chemistry lady.”

She didn’t try to explain the comment to Scarlet’s confused face, only giving her hand one last squeeze before the pair of them both walked their separate ways, each ready to open a new page and live their lives how they wanted.

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anotheroneatstheass · 5 years

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Somebody To Love - Part Three

Hey so finally here’s part three. I’ve finished college now and have a few months till I start uni so I should have loads of time to write as long as I don’t procrastinate lmao. I wanted this to be better but writing over a few weeks during breaks from revision or coursework isn’t as effective as I thought.

Warnings: swearing, drinking, pregnancy, multiple mentions of abortion

3k+ words

Sorry I’m not sure who’s gif this is. If it's yours or you know whos it is then please let me know so I can credit them

You stared at the tests as your phone buzzed again. Your eyes fell on the text Ben left. Ben. How would you tell Ben this? The knocking on the door got louder and louder the more impatient the boys got. You could hear Katie trying to get them to stop as you sighed standing up, ignoring the wobbly feeling in your legs. You faced the mirror wiping under your eyes to try and hide any tears that had fallen over the past hour.

You placed a shaking hand on the lock as the banging stopped, pulling the door open and immediately searching for Katie before feeling a pair of arms wrapping around you. “Y/n, are you?” she whispered so the others couldn’t hear. You nodded into her shoulder, unable to get the words out as more tears fell. Very soon you felt three more pairs of arms wrap around the two of you, reminding you you’d left the door open exposing the tests to the three men now comforting you.

“I’m sorry” You chocked out trying to pull away from the group hug “I’m making you guys late”.

“We can be late. This is more important.” Rami mumbled making you stay there longer. You smiled slightly standing there for another minute or so before finally, everyone pulled away.

You followed your friends outside not saying anything as they began chatting amongst themselves. Glancing down at your hands you wiped away yet another tear that had begun to fall. Occasionally someone would turn around to give you a reassuring smile as they walked out of the hotel and into the car waiting for them. You sat in the front as everyone else chatted behind you. Switching between apps you were reminded again of the text Ben had sent. ‘Can we meet up when I get back? Think we need to clear the air...’ You read it repeatedly trying to figure out how to reply to him.

There was no doubt that you definitely would need to talk to him now. You stared at the flashing blue line as you thought about how to answer, eventually typing out nothing more than ‘yeah’, praying he wouldn’t try to start a conversation now. Ben was the last person you wanted to talk to right now.

You starred out of the window for the rest of the journey, watching the people and cars go flying past as you headed to whatever the boys were doing that day. You thought back to that night with Ben, most of your memories of the night had come back to you. You had once looked back on the night hoping it would happen again, but now all you wanted was to go back and change everything. You stepped out of the car as your phone lit up again, alerting you to a new message.

Benjamin: Great! Should we grab some drinks or something? I’ve missed my drinking buddy.

You frowned reading the message. Alcohol was the reason you were in this mess. He didn’t know that yet to be fair. You prayed it would stay that way until you could tell him in person, but knowing your friends they tended to keep personal things personal. You still had a month until Ben would be home from filming which meant you had a month to work out just what you should do.

You barely knew what Rami, Gwil, and Joe were up to all day. Your eyes repeatedly scanned your phone as you tried to decide what to do about the baby. Most of the time you went back to reading pages and pages of information on abortions. Whenever the possibility of pregnancy came up you always said you wouldn’t get an abortion, but now that you were actually faced with pregnancy it seemed like the best solution. Sure if the situation was different you’d probably be keeping the baby but being a single 22-year-old with two crap part-time jobs wasn’t the best scenario to have a baby.

The next morning you woke up and quickly packed your bag ready to leave for London. You stared at the tests wondering whether to throw them in the trash or not before putting them all in a plastic bag and shoving them into your suitcase.

You rushed outside to meet everyone in the lobby. Joe and Katie had their arms around each other, trying to not let the fact that they would soon be boarding separate flights get to them. You smiled at Gwilym and Rami as they jokingly mocked them before you all headed to the airport.

If you thought Joe and Katie were bad at the hotel it was nothing compared to the airport. They would not stop kissing each other, at check-in, during security checks, right until you were about to board the plane they wouldn’t stop. You felt sorry for Rami, having to put up with a whiny Joe all the way back to America, at least you had Gwilym to help put up with a crying Katie.

You pulled out your phone as you sat down between your two friends on the plane, deciding to make the most of the time before it took off. You clicked the home button immediately, praying they hadn’t seen the article on abortions you had been reading the previous night, but of course you were unlucky. “Have you told him yet?” Gwilym asked from beside you.

Letting out a sigh, you looked up at him “No not yet, it’s not exactly something I can say over the phone ‘hope filmings going well oh by the way I’m pregnant’” you let out a chuckle as you said it but your face remained in a frown. Seeing Gwilym's disapproving look at your not so serious reply you said “I’m going to tell him when he gets home. I really should do it face to face.”

“Is that going to leave you with enough time?” He replied referring to the article you had been looking at.

“Just about. I’ll have a month left when I tell him. I’m not gonna do it without talking to him first” You said as the hostess walked down telling everyone to turn their phones off.

Throughout the flight you spoke to your friends, eventually finding yourself having the regular conversations you used to have. Of course, this never stopped your brain from wandering back to your little problem. Halfway through the flight Gwilym and Katie both fell asleep, leaving you to dwell on your thoughts as you went back to thinking about what to do. Your hand hovered over the text box under Ben’s name as you considered telling him in a text but you knew that would be incredibly unfair. An hour or so later you too felt your eyes begin to close.

You woke up to the sound of a voice, Ben’s voice. Your eyes opened only to be met with your bedside table. It was all exactly the same, the clock that was an hour fast, the photo of you and Katie from Halloween two years ago, the cactus that represented the only thing you’d managed to keep alive, and yet something seemed different. A yawn escaped your mouth as you sat up, being met with the sight of Ben cradling a small baby. “Hey we thought we’d let you sleep,” he said walking over and sitting next to you, still holding the baby wrapped up in a blanket. You smiled at Ben as he leaned in to kiss you lightly before his attention went back to the baby. He was topless, only wearing some pyjama bottoms. His hair was slightly longer and had started going curly at the ends. Around the room, you noticed his things placed everywhere, and a crib at the opposite end beside a changing table and various other baby things, and yet suddenly everything felt right.

Katie’s voice snapped you out of your dream as she started shaking your arm “yn? Yn we’ve landed wake up” you heard as you opened your eyes, suddenly feeling sad at the realisation it was just a dream. But that wasn’t what you wanted? Ben isn’t your boyfriend, he’s your friend. Having a baby together would never look like that. You didn’t want to keep the baby. And yet you longed to.

You went back to your silence until you got home, immediately walking into your room and closing the door so no one could talk to you. Katie went to her own room and you could hear her start to play music as she began to unpack. You sighed looking at the spot you had imagined the crib being in. It was the large space by the window overlooking the gardens you shared with the rest of the building. Instinctively your hand met your small bump as you truly imagined what it would be like. But yet again you were brought out of these thoughts by Katie knocking on your door. You dropped your hand as you pretended to listen to her talking about what take away she wanted to order but you couldn’t care less. All you could think about was the baby you currently had inside you and how much it would change your life no matter what you decided to do.

Time didn’t make your decision any easier. Over the next month, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even when you were busy at work you were constantly reminded by the uniform that didn’t fit quite like it had when you bought it before you were pregnant. As the weeks passed you noticed a few straying eyes looking at the growing bump but no one ever said anything. You had however bought a few baggier jumpers to hide it more, in fact, you were rarely seen not wearing one.

Most importantly you didn’t want Ben to find out, which was proving harder than you thought. There was the time Katie was face-timing the boys as you walked past in your pyjamas, bump on show. It was only when you heard Ben’s voice calling you over, causing you to jump behind Katie as you quickly grabbed anything you could find to hide the bump. The twenty minutes you spent holding a cushion praying no one questioned you was the longest twenty minutes of your life.

There was also the time Ben had called you one night and Katie walked in wanting to talk. You smiled and said you were talking to Ben, hoping she’d use the opportunity to come up with an excuse so you could stop talking. Things never worked out like that with Katie however who instead said “oh so you told him?” leading to a long conversation of Ben trying to get whatever it was out of you.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before Ben arrived back in the Uk. Joe and Rami, who were both spending Christmas with their girlfriends, had arrived two days previously which meant it was the perfect time for everyone to meet up and catch up. You woke up to see messages showing everyone's plans for the night in a local pub, the one you now worked in. You walked into the kitchen of your apartment, sighing in relief to see it empty of your friends. You turned the kettle on to make yourself some tea as you casually read through a magazine left by Katie on the counter. These were the mornings you liked. When you could relax and enjoy yourself instead of rushing around to get ready for your morning shifts.

Of course, the silence soon ended at the noise of your friends walking in. Joe walked overseeing the kettle on and taking out another two mugs for himself and Katie as he smiled at you “You excited to go out tonight” he said with a smile.

“Not exactly, don’t get me wrong normally I’d be ecstatic but telling Ben I’m pregnant and then not even being able to drink the whole time is going to absolutely suck.” you said as you poured the boiling water into the mugs.

“You’re telling him tonight?” Katie asked taking a seat on the opposite side of the counter.

“I have to, my coach leaves in the morning and I want to get it all done by new years” you sighed looking back at your phone at the messages. You typed out quickly saying you’d be there before turning off notifications and putting your phone away, not wanting to think about it any longer.

You sat with your friends for a while, enjoying the casual banter between the three of you before you remembered you needed to pack. You had agreed to go home over Christmas to be with your family but hadn’t thought about the parties that normally happen when you get home.

The rest of the day you spent packing and going over what you were going to say later that night. Telling your friend you’re pregnant with their baby is something no one really prepares you for and you had no idea how you were going to do it. You decided to spend the rest of your day watching Netflix to distract yourself, only realising how long you’d been when you heard a knock at your bedroom door. “Yn? We’re leaving” you heard Joe’s muffled voice say through your door.

“Shit” you mumbled to yourself before looking over at your clock and seeing it was 6:30 already, you were supposed to be meeting everyone in half an hour. “I’m not ready, I’ll meet you all there in a bit?” You said quickly jumping up off your bed as you started walking into your bathroom.

You didn’t bother waiting for a reply as you locked the door, quickly undressing and turning on the shower. You stepped in, letting the warm water run over your body as you looked down. You placed your hand on the bump with a sigh “not long left until he knows about you...” you mumbled looking down. Realising what you’d done you whipped your hand away. A month of you pretending the baby doesn’t exist and now you’re talking to it? You shook your head in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts as you quickly continued your shower.

Once out you quickly did your hair and makeup before throwing on a loose dress and oversized cardigan hoping it disguised the bump well enough before setting off for the local pub. You put your headphones in, walking slower than you normally would to try and put off the inevitable for as long as possible as you got closer and closer.

You pushed open the door as you took out your headphones and looked around the busy bar, your eyes immediately meeting his. Ben was on his way back over to the table with a drink in his hand. He looked at you for a second before sticking his tongue out and walking back over to everyone, alerting them to your presence. You stood there for a second, considering going back home and not telling him anything about the pregnancy but you knew you couldn’t do that. As you walked over you felt yourself wrap your arms across yourself before sitting down at the table.

The silence was almost deafening. Everyone looked at you as you gave them a shy smile. You looked to your left seeing Ben smiling at you. He had a few empty glasses in front of himself as well as two full ones, one beer and one vodka coke. This was always how it went when you and Ben were at the pub, he always made sure to buy you your favourite drink before you had a chance to complain about the wait times. “Finally, I’ve been waiting for someone who can match my drinks, they’re all being slow and boring” Ben said with a laugh putting the drink in front of you.

You looked up at everyone who had since began having their own conversations amongst one another to avoid the awkwardness that was sure to come. “Actually I’m not drinking” you said pushing it away slightly.

“That’s not the yn I know, c’mon I need help convincing all these sad fuckers” he replied, bringing his own drink to his lips.

“I’m serious Ben, I um I have a coach to get early. 8 hours with traffic and annoying kids isn’t gonna get better with a hangover” you said internally smacking yourself for the excuse.

Ben frowned “just a few then, not enough to get hungover, c’mon I’ve missed drinking with you.” You noticed your friends start glancing at you as you continued to refuse the drink. “Everyone else is drinking, you hate being the sober one”

“Yeah but I work here now so I don’t really fancy making a fool of myself” you said reaching for the drinks menu to pretend to look at the soft drinks. “So Rami, Joe said you two had a rough flight?” You said hoping to change the subject.

“C’mon yn, no one cares about crappy flights, you’re going home tomorrow you may as well get drunk whilst you’re out with mates” Ben said drawing your attention back to himself.

“You know what Ben, I think you’re cut off for a while” Joe said on the other side of him as he pulled his beer away. You gave him a small smile as he turned back to his conversation with Gwil.

You looked down at your hands, fiddling with them as Ben leaned over slightly before quietly saying “I’m sorry”.

You looked up at him “it’s fine, to be honest I’ve missed drinking with you too” you chuckled “but I’m really not in the mood tonight.”

“No not that... I mean yeah I’m sorry for that but I more meant what happened last time we hung out” he said. You let out a sigh thinking back to that night. “I actually wanted to talk to you about that...” he said not making eye contact.

“I wanted to talk about that too, Ben.” You looked down at your hands as you played with your fingers. You went to open your mouth to start talking before immediately being interrupted.

“Should we go outside?” He said nodding towards the table of your friends. You definitely didn’t want to have that conversation in front of everyone but suddenly the thought of telling him seemed too terrifying.

“Can it wait a bit? I’ve missed seeing everyone” You said with a smile before turning to talk to Lucy instead.

After a few minutes you walked over to the bar, smiling at your co-worker as you ordered a Diet Coke. “So when were you going to tell us you hang out with actors?” She asked looking at the table you had been sat at with wide eyes.

You looked over your shoulder before answering her “oh my last job was as an assistant for a film they were in, Bohemian Rhapsody?”

You handed over the money for the drink as she began speaking again “you know, I used to have such a crush on the blonde dude from Eastenders, what’s his name again sorry” she said leaning onto the bar a bit as she stared at the table.

“Uh that’s Ben, Ben Hardy. I uh I can introduce you if you’d like?” You said before mentally slapping yourself. Setting Ben up with your co-worker is the absolute last thing you wanted to do.

“Yeah totally. He’s fit” she said with a giggle, “but let me finish my shift first yeah? Can’t lose my job over a boy again” she smirked handing you your change before serving another customer. You forced a smile back before walking back to your table, taking a seat back down next to Ben.

Before long an hour had gone by, an hour of the conversations you had missed so dearly from your weekly pub trips. Of course this time the mocking of people on set had been replaced with simple catching up. Stories of the press tour and Ben’s filming had been shared. You loved being reminded of that, you’d forgotten how much fun you had had traveling to premieres and going to different events you had only dreamed of going to. Of course, you knew however that the fun night everyone was having would soon be ruined. Just like he had done an hour before, Ben leaned over to you inviting you to talk outside. You glanced over at Katie who gave you a stern look back, telling you to follow him as he stood up.

Once outside you sighed immediately feeling the cold hit you. You followed Ben over to a table typically only used in the summer as he sat down, pulling out two cigarettes and passing one to you.

“Oh uh no thanks” you smiled weakly as he gave you a funny look.

“Damn, not drinking and now not smoking? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were pregnant” he said letting out a chuckle as he lit his cigarette. You looked down at your feet as he looked back up at you, confused at your reaction, or lack of one. “You’re not, are you?” He said holding the cigarette in his hand as he watched you waiting for an answer.

“I’m really sorry Ben” was all you could manage to say.

“Yn, yes or no are you pregnant?” Ben asked, praying you’d say you were just joking.

You stood in silence for what felt like ages before finally looking back up at him and muttering a single “yes.”

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itsblissfuloblivion · 6 years

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Kindle - Chapter 6

In which Harry's PhD is definitely not in the field of flirting.

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When they meet two hours later, it’s over the largest cheesy pizza Harry can find in the time span between their early morning conversation, dressing Teddy for an impromptu outing, persuading Snuffles to go for a walk - he is Sirius’ dog alright, and the present in which they are crammed at one of Ron’s square tables with little red polka dots on it, dog resting his head on Ginny’s lap.

“Took you long enough,” she remarks between two mouthfuls of cheese bliss, licking the corner of her mouth in search of any stray bits and absentmindedly scratching Snuffles between the ears.

“Well I am insulted,” Harry composes his face into a shocked expression, reminiscing how he had basically run to get to the bakery as fast as humanly possible - and as fast as Teddy could walk without having to carry him under one arm as he carried the elephantine pizza with the other, even though he did consider the possibility. “And may I point out that I was the first one here, child, dog and pizza brought along.”

“Only because Ron bullied me into running the longest list of errands known to mankind,” she replies, tongue cheekily sticking out as she scoots closer to him, earning an annoyed grunt from Snuffles who’s not too happy to engage in any changing of his comfortable position.

“Bullied? You use big words, little sis,” a harrassed voice looms above them. “And I do hope that my eyes deceive me, otherwise I will be forced to believe that my own best mate and my only sister are lavishing over a - a pizza on the premises of my honorable establishment,” the older Weasley presses on, hands on hips, apron and bonnet in general disarray.

“Pizza’s just as honorable,” says Ginny before pushing almost a full slice of the pie into her already full mouth, and Harry can’t help but add extra bonus points to her overall excellent score. He hasn’t even eaten half his part of the pizza and she’s already done, which, to him, is pretty awesome. She’s pretty awesome. He sighs.

Before Ron can get beside himself and launch into a full on banter with his sister, a distraction in the form of Teddy arrives, swinging himself into the redhead’s arms. Always excited to hear the little steps padding their way up and down the room, Snuffles lets out a joyful bark from under the table.

“I missed you too, little buddy,” he chuckles, spinning the five year old around and then balancing him on his hip. Judging by the flour and icing stains on his shirt, face and hair, he’d say that Teddy just successfully finished an exciting tour of the kitchens in his slight absence.

“So much for ‘don’t let him go wild in the kitchen’”, Ron turns his head to whisper to a bushy haired young woman wearing a knee-length navy blue dress and a guilty smile on her lips.

“He’s beyond my control and that’s all Harry,” Hermione shrugs and walks over to give Ron a kiss on the cheek and ruffle Teddy’s already messy hair.

“I will take offence on that,” the man in question scoffs, earning a giggle from his godson.

“You do you,” Hermione rolls her eyes and takes the little boy from Ron, safely putting him down and taking his warm hand in hers. “Meanwhile, I’m taking Teddy and Snuffles for a fun walk outside, isn’t that right, Ted?”

“Yeah!” He jumps and claps, grabbing his light jacket and handing it over to Ginny to dress him.

“Still playing favourites, I see,” Harry teases as he leans over to tickle his godson’s belly, eliciting many an awwww from the bakery’s early morning customers. Subtly, he turns to look over his shoulder at Hermione and mouths thank you . She rarely takes a day off, because work is Hermione’s fuel and one of her main basic needs some might even say, and Harry makes a mental note to properly thank her for choosing to spend her scarce free time with Teddy and his somehow adopted dog to give him - dare he say them ? - some emergency alone time.

“Just make it worth my while,” she whispers near Harry’s ear as she pretends to add another toy to the little boy’s backpack, then grabs hold of the dog’s leash and secures it to his collar. Harry gulps, musing over exactly how much he’d like to do as he’s told, but he has rushed to meet Ginny this morning for entirely different reasons so that’s that, he guesses.

“You kids have fun now,” Ron grins, rubbing his hands of the flour excess, “and I’ll be ready in about an hour.”

“Whatever for?” Ginny raises a ginger eyebrow.

“I resent the tone and implication of your question, baby sister,” he pouts, “but I might be able to tell you that I’m taking my girl for a romantic evening with champagne and a candle lit dinner plus -”

“Eww, TMI, Ron! T-M-I,” the younger Weasley crinkles her nose and pretends to gag to Harry and Hermione’s amusement. Still, her protests fall on deaf ears and Ron winks at his girlfriend, mouthing something to the effect of “tonight, dreams will come true” with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a would-be sensual grin. Hermione hides her blush behind a curly lock of hair, shepherding Teddy out of the bakery, light trench coat hugging her form as she waves her friends goodbye with one hand and wraps the soft leather leash around the wrist of the other.

“Please tell me that the two of you are not coming back home after your romantic dinner , as I do plan on sleeping tonight. Thesis submission date is three weeks away, you know,” Ginny stresses, fixing Ron with a gaze worthy of the strictest professor Harry’s had in his uni years, one Minerva McGonagall. A woman who could not be crossed - and it makes Harry both scared and amazed to see the same light in Ginny’s eyes.

“I doubt he can hear you,” Harry chuckles, watching Ron stare after Hermione’s form disappearing into the distance. He’s quite happy for his two best friends and they’ve come a long way, after hitting it off with a rocky start and entirely too much banter and bickering.

“So this is my cue to leave you two alone,” Ron says with a clap on his knees, turning on his heels to make his way towards the kitchen, “even though I will be right around the corner, yeah?”

“How very chivalrous of you,” Ginny drawls, mostly bored.

“I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to Harry. I know my baby sister well,” Ron shoots back, pointing a finger at her as Ginny pulls a face, index finger pulling down her lower eyelid as her tongue sticks out.

“Mature,” he dismisses, walking away.

“You two,” Harry remarks, amused yet entertained.

“What?” She asks, a playful smile nestling on her lips.

“Nothing - you’re funny’s all,” he smiles back, his gaze darting towards her hand and he can swear that it got closer to his own somehow. So tantalizingly close that it’d be hard to imagine something he’d want more than to take it and squeeze it and hold it over his chest so she could know what her presence is doing to him. If there will ever be a relationship of some sort developing between them, Harry acknowledges that he’d need a very good heart doctor as so many changes in his blood flow and heart rhythm are sure to gift him a myocardial infarction or two in the long run.

“Anyway,” Harry shakes his head, putting a stop to his train of thought before he loses his already meager ability to focus. “You summoned me here because you found a way to save my article and I’m all ears.” Still, he catches the way her chocolate brown eyes caress over the corner of his lips, stretched into a mischievous smile he likes to think he has worked into perfection over the years.

“Yes, that,” she replies as her eyes light up and she scoots closer, pizza box ungracefully nudged aside with her forearm. She leans in with a conspirative air, as if to share a well kept secret, making Harry’s pulse nearly go into overdrive. “I’ve been thinking about your nifty little theory and I was wondering - wouldn’t it make sense that the driest point of the desert might’ve been believed to be the one place favoured and blessed by the Sun god and, as you’ve cleverly pointed out, also the place to bury rulers of the old civilization, which, if my History trivia is correct, were thought to be half-gods, thus direct descendants of the worshipped god?” She delivers the explanation without stopping to breathe, without blinking, “so, what I am saying is that this would also make sense because the most arid point equals top notch mummy preservation conditions. Now, if I’m even five percent right and you were to dig there, maybe you’d stumble upon a lot of brilliantly preserved historical goodness?” Her voice falters a bit by the end of her well exercised speech, seeing how Harry’s features froze, his emerald green eyes fixing hers intently from behind his glasses, so she can’t be too sure if it’s a good thing or a bad one, but a girl will take her chances. “Harry?” Ginny tries again, mildly concerned, the ghost of a crease starting to form throughout the freckles splattered on her forehead.

“I could kiss you right now,” his mouth moves slowly, forming words he had no intention of speaking out loud.

Ginny’s face breaks into the widest grin, a blazing look about her that takes Harry’s breath away faster and harder than a punch to his chest. She’s beautiful and he’s a lovestruck fool, no sense denying it.

“Go on then,” she lets her tongue roll out the three small words as she slides left until their knees touch and their elbows knock against each other on the backrest of the small corner shop settee, polka dots table pushed aside with the sole of her boot to free up space.

Feeling a blush creep up from his neck to the top of his ears and traveling higher up north to the ends of his jet black, messy hair, Harry holds his breath and dares himself to move. Just move. Just do anything rather than sit there, staring at her wide eyed. His five year old godson has more spunk than him, he knows, but she’s right there, next to him and looking up at him with her beautiful eyes and waiting. What is she waiting for? Harry cannot recall but oh look, there he goes stretching across the table and touches her freckled cheek with his lips and, oh dear lord, he prays for mercy and hopes to simply drop dead right then.

Recovering faster, Ginny lifts her chin and raises her small hand off the table, gently presses it to his chest, pushing him so that he has to look her in the eye. He’s under the impression that she can see deep inside his soul, and maybe she does and maybe she can read that his intentions are good , truly and utterly good, but his style is a bit rusty. Alternatively, she might want to be as far away as possible from the weird bloke who kissed her cheek three seconds ago, when he was clearly invited to snog her senseless in her brother’s alleyway doughnut shop - one can never really tell with witty, amazing, brilliant women like her and oh god -

“I meant properly.”

And apparently she did mean it because the last thing Harry feels before losing control of his vital functions is a fresh flowery breeze tickling his nostrils up to his brain and shutting it down completely.

His face cupped between her hands, Ginny kisses him softly, upper lip brushing against his own before gliding down to caress the bottom one. She spends a bit more time where she feels his lips are chapped, nursing them, her hands traveling up to his hair, twisting a lock between her fingers.

As if waking up from a long, mind numbing sleep, Harry allows himself to kiss her back, nails scraping at his own jean cladded knee as the tension releases from his tired, lanky, lonely limbs. He tilts his head and deepens the kiss and Ginny’s arms drop to his shoulders, circling his neck while his clumsy palms move to rest on her lower back. Harry’s so dizzy with the feeling of it all he’s sure everyone can hear the crazy drum of his happy-happy heart.

A lifetime later, it’s her who gradually ends it, returning to plant another kiss, even if chaste and sweet, on his still parted lips, teeth bumping teeth in the process.

“Are all PhD holders this cute and dorky?” Ginny giggles, pressing the tip of her index finger to her front teeth.

“I was shooting for ‘adorable’, if I’m being honest,” Harry grins and repositions his glasses over his nose, as they’ve been slightly knocked aside with all the kissing they had going on. Hmm, kissing. He quite likes the thought of it, as well as the butterflies spinning wildly inside his stomach. He’s a happy man and the world is suddenly beautiful and bright and nothing can hurt him.

“I’ll humor you and settle for adorkable.” She winks and he feels like a school boy, in too deep and fancying the most beautiful girl in the class with every cell of his body.

He attempts to formulate a clever response, but only a sad blabbering sound exits his mouth and he’s having this odd out of body experience of horror at his own behaviour.

“Pardon?” Ginny laughs, eyes closed, a shining string of pearly white teeth half-showing behind her upper lip.

“Oh don’t mind me, I think my brain’s experienced a small short-circuit, nothing serious,” Harry grins sheepishly, one hand flying to the back of his head.

“Oh no,” she smirks, “how will you finish your article if every kiss will leave you with less and less gray matter to help you through your academic quest?”

His eyes widen behind the round specs, limbs suddenly stiff with the realisation.

“I have to,” he stammers, mouth closing as soon as it opened and he takes a moment to figure out exactly what he wants to say. “I’m -”

“You have to?”

“Go write my article before the brilliant idea you just gave me disappears?” Harry squeaks, gaze everywhere but at her.

“You academia people,” Ginny rolls her eyes. “Go then, Indiana Jones. Show them what you’re made of,” she presses on the words teasingly and he’s fairly certain that, if the bakery’d been less crowded, she would’ve given him a playful slap on his arse to send him on his way.

Harry hazards to grab his coat and general belongings and turns to see that she’s also gotten up to full height - which is not saying much, since the top of her ginger head reaches as far as his chest, but still this poses a new and terrible dilemma: should he kiss her goodbye? Should he wave? Should he back away slowly without breaking eye contact? He’d seen documentaries on Discovery Channel showing that’s what you do when faced with a dangerous situation.

“Bye then,” his stupid mouth speaks before he can make a decision.

“Bye, Harry,” she responds, albeit a little disappointed.

Alright, you’ll have to buckle up, Potter , he thinks and dives in to...hug her?

“Listen, Potter, if you have the faintest desire to make this work, you’ll have to start actually kissing me when I throw out all the signs, yeah?” He can hear her voice muffled by his shoulder.

“Sorry?” Harry shoots his most innocent smile and leans to brush his lips against hers, experiencing the same savage effect on his mind and heart as before. She might well be the death of him, but alas, everybody’s gotta die of something one day.

“Better, but there’s still room for improvement. Now go and get that grant before I change my mind and keep you here with me all day,” Ginny teases as she shoos him out the glass door and waves through it at the tall man smiling dumbly back at her.

It’s only when he arrives home, huffing and puffing after a three kilometer sprint, when he realises that he’s forgotten all about his godson and dog. Inhaling and exhaling at precise intervals to avoid working himself into a right state, Harry’s fingers move as fast as possible to reach his phone and dial Hermione’s number.

“Hi, what would it take to convince you to bring Teddy and Snuffles over to my place when you’re done instead of Ron’s shop? I may or may not have already left and arrived home, ha-ha?”

“I take cases against people like you for free, you know,” Hermione drawls as Harry hurries to end the call before she can scold him further. He’s been both a witness and a victim of her sharp tongue and he can confirm that it’s not an experience one might want to voluntarily go through if one is of sane mind.

“Kay, thanks, you’re the best, bye!” Harry slams the lid shut and throws himself in his home office chair, not bothering in the slightest to kick off his shoes or coat. He’s incredibly close to earning the grant of his dreams, after all.

“So? How’d it go?” Hermione inquires, steaming cup of Earl Grey’s with a splash of milk in her hands as she snuggles into Harry’s extra layer of pillows he keeps on the living room couch to nurse the back ache that’s been gradually increasing since his first year of university.

“It was...nice,” Harry answered, more preoccupied by his doodle drawing on the carpet with the sole of his socked foot.

“This will sound very weird coming from me, but the situation calls for it: L-O-L. You don’t just say nice when you’ve snogged intensely in a public space, Harry,” she admonishes, placing the cup down on its coaster and crossing her arms.

“How did you -,” his voice sounds unnaturally high and loud before he remembers that Teddy and Snuffles are currently taking a nap in the next room and he really doesn’t want to wake them up and face the consequences. “How did you find out?” He tries again, leveling down his tone. “Is Ron livetexting my life to everyone now?”

“I wouldn’t say you’re too far from the truth, but, to answer your question, yes, it was Ron who told me. And don’t you go making faces and pouting after you’ve left your godson and dog in my care and ran off irresponsibly.” There’s the sharp tongue Harry feared. Time to change tactics.

“I already said I’m sorry!” Great tactic.

Hermione only throws him a pitiful glance before returning to her black tea sipping. “Nevermind that now, tell me about you and Ginny,” she continues with an encouraging smile.

“Erm - yeah, there’s not much to say,” he admits, socked foot back to tracing random lines on the carpet.

“What do you mean? You did kiss, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but then I kind of left?”

“You left?” Hermione blinks, as if unprepared for this plot twist.

“Yes?” Harry tries to add in a smile but it falters at the look of disgust on his friend’s face. He lets out a long suffering sigh.

“I’ll call her and confess that I’m an idiot.” He sighs again.

“You do that. Meanwhile, I’m off to see your other half.” Hermione sips the rest of her beverage and gets up, straightening her dress with one palm and searching for wild strands of bushy hair in need of taming down with the other, a routine long exercised since she’s started work as a fully authorised lawyer.

Just as he walks Hermione to the door, thanking her again for all the help, his phone buzzes from somewhere in his ‘office’. Harry curses, as he’d been certain that he’d left it on silent mode, and sprints to get it before any damage could be done.

“Am I speaking to Harry James Potter of England?” A high pitched voice scratches at his eardrums through the handset.

“Sirius, I know it’s you,” he answers, feeling harassed. “Are the States that boring?”

“No, the States are perfectly fine, thank you. It’s you, my dear godson, that’s boring.”

“I am boring?”

“Yes indeed, you’ve bored me out of my wits.”

“Care to indulge me with a reasonable explanation?” Harry drawls, checking the time on his battered old watch. Twenty to one, meaning that he’s wasted half the day when he could have been writing, ughh .

“My little birds have informed me that not only you’ve passed on the opportunity of a healthy snogging session with the brilliant and most incredible Miss Weasley, but you’ve also hugged her before you left?” Sirius parrots, as though reading a play by play report.

“I will murder Ron, mark my words,” Harry grunts, his mind already crafting the fun conversation he needs to have with his so called best mate.

“Know what, no need to make up excuses, my darling boy. It’s all James’ fault and there’s no way around it, so -” A commotion is all Harry can distinguish, followed by the sound of another voice.

“Sirius was supposed to ask about Snuffles, but he’s just lost his privilege,” James’ warm voice takes over the line.

“Hi, Dad,” Harry laughs, happy to hear him.

“Hi, son. How are you? Everything alright?” He starts off cheery, but before the young man can get a chance to answer, he adds in barely a whisper, “Is it really true that you hugged her goodbye?”

Harry groans, forehead hitting the hard wood of his desk repeatedly. They really are just as bad.

“Put Mum on the phone.”

“Ungrateful,” James scoffs. “Lily, your son wants to speak to you.”

“Hello, love. How are you?” Lily’s gentle voice makes his heart ache. He’s already missed them all so much.

“I’m good, thanks, Mum. I’m actually getting closer to finishing that article I’ve been telling you about, which I didn’t believe possible yesterday.” He can’t help but smile, stress slowly evaporating after nightmarish weeks.

“Brilliant, well done, dear!” The response is so naturally Lily he can’t help but grin widely. She’s always been his biggest supporter.

“How are you guys? Alright with the moving and the job?”

“It’s mostly going fine. We’re still paddling through boxes and I have to jump over five of them to get to bed, since some of us have been overwhelmed by the many tourist attractions and traps of New York,” she coughs as James and Sirius protest in the background.

Harry feels something warm and familiar unfurl in his chest, and he lets his eyes drift shut so it’s almost like they’re in the room with him. There’s a scuffle and then Sirius has returned to the line, “I believe I initiate this phone call,” his attention swivels back to Harry, “Please stop being embarrassing, Harry.”

A smile rises on his lips as James’ voice shouts in the background, “We love you even though you’re embarrassing!”

Sirius harrumphs and lets out a squeal before he speaks again, clearly not aimed at Harry, “Alright, alright, I’ll put it on speaker - bloody buggering hell, woman.”

“My son is a lovely, respectful boy who sadly got his wooing skills from his father.”

James lets out a yelp but Lily plows ahead, “I’m talking to my son without you two.”

The noise gets decidedly lower and Harry hears a door click shut. “Love, Potter men are wonderful, sweet, yet utterly awkward in the beginning stages of relationships. And before you say it’s not - I will agree with you. And it’s going to continue to be nothing if you keep up with the hugging and running bit.”

Harry laughs, “Thanks?”

“Just say what you’re feeling - which I hope is lots of good nice feelings because she’s adorable and cheeky and amazing and you should give me grandchildren.”

“But no pressure, right?” Harry says with a chuckle, toying with the worn knee on his sweats.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t know my son, and she’s not just some woman to you,” she pauses, “Just take my advice, don’t let this go.”

“...I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Well you could’ve fooled me.”

Harry scowls. So much for having faith in their own son slash godson.

“We have to go now, love. It’s induction day at the hospital, but we’ll catch up with you later, yeah? Don’t forget to feed yourself and Teddy and Snuffles. And call Ginny. We love you, bye!”

“Bye, Mum,” he replies and ends the call, ready to actually finish writing something for the day. Surely he can patch things up with her when he’s done, if he’s ever going to be done with that life-sucking article. Grant, you better be bloody worth it, you’re costing me one too many good things , he says to himself as he slowly drags his feet back to his desk.

“I can feel you staring, you know,” Ginny drawls, feet over the armrest of her favourite living room chair, book held gingerly in front of her as she’s following each line with a pen in her hand to mark down ideas on a battered notepad resting in her lap.

“I know,” an older - and male - version of her grins, leaning forward a bit more.

“Is there more to it? Or do you simply like staring at women as they read? ‘Cause if you do, allow me to express my profound regret for Angelina,” she shoots back, her tone bored, eyes never leaving the tome she’s been perusing since the other night.

“Excuse you, but Angelina’s absolutely pleased with my moves,” George pauses, incensed, “Unlike you, baby sister, if what I heard is true.”

“Should I also be pleased with your moves? If that’s what you’re implying, you should know I’m telling Mum.”

“Ha-ha, clever. Let’s cut to the chase, then. Is this Harry Potter your boyfriend or is he not?” George inquires, fist under his chin as he watches his sister slowly close her book and turn to face him, an expression worthy of their mother etched on her face.

“Three things here,” Ginny starts, holding up three dainty fingers to better illustrate. “One, stop snooping around as it’s not your business who I date.” She brings down one finger. “Two, I’m going to kick Ron’s arse so hard he’ll feel the taste of my shoe in his mouth if he doesn’t quit playing spy.” Two fingers down. “And three - actually, never you mind, three’s also my business.”

Ginny closes her book and gathers the general chaos of pen, paper, sticky notes and coloured markers that she’s been carrying around with her for nearly ten months, since she’s started drafting her never-ending thesis. Three more weeks , she reminds herself, three more weeks and I’ll be done . MA diploma, here I come.

“I’m not done, you know,” George wags his finger at the departing form of the youngest Weasley.

“I am,” she shouts back, before slamming the door of her room shut.

Still, five seconds later, her phone buzzes in her pocket and she’s not pleased to see that, instead of the messy haired man she’s been hoping for, it’s her brother not giving up without a fight.

George: is he a good kisser at least?

His text is followed by three lines of emojis of varying forms of kissing, smirking and heart eyes.

George: is he the sloppy or the tender kind?

Ginny groans, a wild desire to throw her phone down on George’s head taking over her.

George: did he use tongue?

Ginny: That’s it, I’m blocking you.

George: whatever grinds your gears, baby sis *smirk emoji*

George: aaanyway, i’m off for a proper date with angelina. house’s all yours for the night, if you catch my drift *another smirk emoji*

Ginny: Get out.

She throws her phone on the bed in frustration and plops down next to it, groaning again. She’d really like to barge down to Harry Potter’s flat, bang on the door, and shake him by his shoulders until he snaps out of whatever state he’s in and confesses his undying love for her. But instead, she acknowledges that she’s really got to get a move on with her thesis writing process. A grad school diploma would finally mean better job opportunities and decent money, less hand-me-downs and moving out of her parents’ house and oh so many more wonderful things.

She sighs, rolling over and placing her head on her favourite puffy pillow. At least she’ll have the house to herself for the night, with Mum and Dad over at Bill’s to babysit while him and Fleur are visiting the in-laws in France, George will be over at Angelina’s or in his small London apartment - at least he’s recently started using it again, it’s been long since - but better not think about that now; and Ron, well Hermione will certainly have enough sense to take him to hers after their romantic whatever.

Ginny sticks her tongue out, annoyed at the pleasant activities in which her family members are engaging while she has to suffer, and plops the pillow over her face.

As the clock ticks eleven PM, godson and - erm, dogson? - playing at his feet, under the desk, Harry stretches over to reach his phone and is terrified and surprised to see five text messages from “Gin” (yes, he is a real sop and privately refuses to bring any amendments to the way he saved her phone number while in a most drunken state).

Gin: HELP

Gin: I need your help

Gin: I’m not joking, you hear me? This is not a drill!

Gin: Harry Potter, you answer your phone this instant! I’m literally one moan away from driving a screwdriver through my eardrums.

Gin: I may be sending this message from the afterlife but nevertheless call me, thanks

Harry blinks and breathes in before pressing the dial button and involuntarily clenching his buttcheeks in sheer anticipation.

“Oh thank god you called,” Ginny answers with a tremendous sigh of relief.

“Everything alright there?” He asks, more scared than anything else.

“Depends on who you’re asking. If you’re asking Ron and Hermione, well then yes, they’ve been agreeing with each other very loudly for over an hour now. If you’re asking me, then no, as I’ve been living through the worst possible night in my existence,” she whispers, sounding rather harassed.

There’s a pause and then Harry starts laughing wholeheartedly, not able to control himself. He doesn’t know if it’s the relief of finding out she’s fine or if the whole story is entirely ridiculous, but what he does know if that he’s not laughed like that in ages and that he has his heart set on Ginny Weasley like he had on no one else.

“Would you stop laughing?” She interrupts his laughing fit, even more harried than before. “Listen, I was supposed to be alone tonight and, you know, write so that I did - on my laptop, lights shut all around. And then I hear keys rattling downstairs and them laughing and flirting so loudly it made me sick. They probably don’t know that I’m home, so Ron’s putting his words from earlier into action and I really cannot stand any more of it and I don’t want to knock on their door and just die of second-hand embarrassment and -”

“Say no more,” Harry chuckles, feeling like this is the puzzle piece he needed to finally complete his plan of revenge against Ron for being such a tattle-tale. “Come on over. Teddy’ll be beside himself and probably refuse to go to bed, but either way we can dive into a full night of writing our respective pieces together.”

“Aww, I’ve always wanted a study buddy,” she jokes. “If you’re positive I’m not intruding -”

“Positive.”

“Then I’ll call a cab and be right over,” Ginny finishes and Harry can feel the smile in her voice.

“And I’ll wait for you with tea and biscuits,” he replies before ending the call and spinning twice in his rolly chair, fist closed in victory. He sends a short text message, a delighted smirk plastered on his face, then makes his way to the kitchen, snapping his fingers and shaking his limbs to a jazzy tune. It takes him all his self-control not to break into singing right away, as that would alarm Teddy and Snuffles and he does intend on putting them to bed before long.

Harry to Ron: Mate, you better be doing this on purpose or I’m no longer the most embarrassing person I’ve met today. ‘Night, you git *heart emoji*

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the weirdest, NO, evilest, person i have every worked for

no real names are used in this piece. i refer to other weirdos and freaks throughout, sorry its a long read (i didnt intend for this) but its one of those things ya gotta settle into and believe me its a wild ride. this saga covers over three years of drama btw.

tw: mental health mentioned (inc panic attacks), chronic illness mentioned and mild sex references

i am going to single out jess. shes more evil than a weirdo but weirdo nonetheless. pete is a secondary weirdo in this saga.

i work in retail for a long time. a fashion store to be precise. i started out in one store but transferred when i started studying at uni and remained there for the majority of the retail career. during my time there i had three managers, the longest one, who is also a fucking weirdo was pete. now before i worked with pete, before he transferred to our store. i didnt like pete when i started working with him, he annoyed the fuck outta me. but my life circumstances changed and my mental health issues got very bad AND i was diagnosed with cfs so i had to disclose it w him. turns out… he was fucking mental too, very understanding, super chill. we liked the same shit. great boss. 11/10 every time.

he would be my reference for every job ever…

…but. he started gettin involved w jess. now to jess. the main character in this piece.

jess had started at the company around the same time as me and we were always on the same level until the last year or so. jess was a bit older than the average age of staff at the store (17-20) and was 23 when this drama started. she had a college diploma, went onto do something semi-successful but related to her HND. but blew all her money, moved back into her parents and started working at the store part time and then onto full time. she was like…the perfect retail girl? small, cute, slim, bubbly… always looked cool in her uniform. customers loved the fuck out of her.

jess had a bf when i first started and pete had a longstanding gf. jess and her bf ended things abt 4 or 5 months before pete and his gf. but i remember they started gettin cushy around about this time. im not sure if its cos im v sympathetic towards pete (a true kind soul who i hold v dearly in my heart) but even tho youd be thinking ‘boss abuses his power’ …jess was and still is fuckin manipulative and he has longstanding mental health issues and i just think she sorta got the ball rollin’. pete and his gf didn’t seem on good terms, i dunno the full story but it seemed like they should have broken a long time before the did.

i think the fortnight before pete and his gf broke up they were spotted hanging out together near where she lived. it was this hush hush thing that everyone giggled abt cos there was at the time talk they were fuckin. when it got out, after his breakup jess said she was ‘just being a friend’ cos he was ‘going through a tough time’.

jess got promoted to keyholder even though she didnt really (at the time) have the skills or confidence to be a keyholder. and then she started to try and fuckin control the work. back during this time, everyone who worked at the store, minus literally 3 people, had worked for the company for at least a year. the store ran very well, we were always in profit. nothing went wrong. but. she started changing processes because it 'made things easier when she was opening’. like. she made everyone tally the amount of people they served in the fitting room in one box and tally the amount of things people left behind so she could make a sales chart. idk if that’s normal in other stores but like? it was just nuts and impossible to do.we always put deliveries away out the package but not folded in a particular way. she made everyone tag and (where relevant) hang items bc she had to pick everything in the morning.

she became friends w most of the girls, including one of the supervisors. they ruled the workplace. it was a total gossip mill. she gaslit the fuck outta people. one already less-popular girl at work ended up quitting cos she kept blaming her for fuck ups, she kept getting write ups and it was impating her mental health. she spun people against her. less popular girl spoke up and called her a bully and jess acted all defensive and said she wasn’t a bully bc shed been bullied before? jess continued to fuck up the workplace. next she turned on two people in her own clique. one tbh, i think she was jealous of bc jess had always wanted to be a teacher and this gal was training to be one. the other girl was v like jess, just not a bitch… strongwilled, liked control. anyway, drama got to the point where they had to quit. waay too much drama for this textpost. at this point others started to notice n work became hostile. jess moved her girlgang clique to one of the original clique girls, a different supervisor and the other two full time staff members.

pete obv didn’t listen to people coming to him, as store manager being like… hey… there’s this major clique problem and he’d be like ‘nah everyone is just friends, jess is a bit insecure but yno things are good, people quit, its just retail. fuck it.’ jess accused everyone who didn’t get on w her as being a terrible person. those legit words. like. if someone said it was a shame x, y or z left shed rebut, nah they were shit at their job, they were a shit person. honestly. EVERYONE. was a bad person. even the nicest people in the world were the worst person, the worst at the job. she was a good person, she liked the good people. she HAD BEEN BULLIED AND WOULD NEVER BULLY. she threw the anxiety word around a lot.

once we had a staff night out and i got left alone with jess and pete at the end of the night in this terrible lil bar as i waited for someone to pick me up. this is a good point to mention jess was always weirdly jealous cos i was close to pete. fucking ridic considering he was 14 years older than me and you know my fucking boss??? this night, i was sitting right next to pete, we were both drinking, jess wasn’t (cos she likes to be in control, she even said it), he had his arm around me and was whispering something into my ear that was such a non-thing i don’t even remember. she got her phone out, started texting. he excused himself and when he returned he sat beside her. it was fucking nuts. i couldn’t believe my eyes. we had to basically carry pete out of the bar. jess said to me she was gonna drive him home cos it was on the way to hers (spoiler! it was not!). myself and pete did the open the next day. he came in wearing the same clothes. i mean, he could have just passed out and had to rush to work when he woke up. but. this guy went out a lot. he never repeated an outfit. i think jess took advantage of a very drunk him. similarly, on another night out, jess promised to drive someone home. said person got too drunk and thew up. jess refused to take them home and called them embarrassing, she gave the space in her car to pete.

i had a major bad evening shift at work concerning another staff member, kaylee. a gal who just rubbed me up the wrong way, and who didn’t like me. ill never know why but it was just one of those things where anytime i was on shift w her she would nitpick and bitch about me and just… make me feel not v good. she was possibly the laziest and rudest person i had ever worked with but someone got away with it?

i used her as a way to talk to pete about the general problems in the store (jess). and…it was fuckin surreal. i told him abt kaylee. i told him i thought jess was controlling but kinda laid off a bit like ‘i get she thinks shes doing it for good’ etc. i padded it out w a few other rly petty issues abt the store. i was actually really upset, kinda numb from life to properly let out my emotions. and then. he started cry on me. like this full-on grown man having a panic attack in front of me when i was 19, fucked on diazepam i should have never been prescribed. to this day i visualise it. me and pete were v close at this point, and like, he didn’t mention jess too much – asked me about the other girl and other issues when i came to him. we spoke about personal shit, all but jess. i kinda wonder if he didn’t have the panic attack if i would have told him his under the radar relationship w her was not on?

and then. pete sold me out in the name of jess. idk the full ins and outta everything but he had to confront the drama once and for all cos our figures were so low so he decided to blame it all on kaylee. from my understanding of the situ from a lot of ‘he said she said’ bs, pete had this big meeting w kaylee. was like. 1. do ur job right and 2. stop being rude and unapproachable. the thing is, although kaylee is rude shes one of these ppl who most ppl really liked, not in a jess/regina george theyre scared of you way but…like they thought she was a tv character and she was funny and honest. so i think she confronted some obvious allies, and jess told her, according to another staff member, that i complained about her. after hearing this i obvious went to pete and tbh, acted pretty dramatic (cos if you haven’t fucking learned already THIS STORE WAS FULL OF DRAMA QUEENS). as soon as i heard, i started texting him angrily on his day off. i remember folding something in the fitting rooms and he came up to give me a hug and i was like ‘HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TELL OTHER PEOPLE MY BUSINESS’. i confronted jess, in a lighter tone, cos i obv told pete (half) what i felt about her. jess played the fucking innocent role. like, she said something along the lines of ‘we’re both close to pete n he was so worried that when me, you and kaylee did those shifts together that something would go wrong. so he told me to keep an eye on things and that’s all i told kaylee cos she wasn’t sure why she was being targeted when so many people in this store are treating people badly. i didn’t say you reported her or anything, honestly!!!!’ queue more bs.

after this, jess didn’t bother with me but was never explicit about hating me. if there was a convo going on and i tried to join in she scolded at me for being nosey. if i was unwell (i have cfs) shed moan ‘jokingly’ that i always had to be ill. i think she ripped on me once cos i said i was late for a hand-in at uni.

her next real victim, however, was jack, my best friend in store and our supervisor. jack was getting fucked over in his supervisor role bc pete would schedule jess for anything managerial. jess started a rumour that pete didn’t trust jack bc jack fucked it at a meeting w the other stores (semi true but fucking up a meeting isn’t the end of the world). like. anything jack would be, jess would be on him. by this point 50% of the staff that were around at the start of the story HAD LEFT. jess had driven people out and had the new ones all up her arse.

pete quit. it was sudden.

not long later, facebook popped up with a fuckin ‘pete is in a relationship with jess’ status and pete has never spoken to me again. i left shortly after that, although our new manager was lovely i felt like i was working for jess.

jack ended up GETTING DEMOTED, by petes replacement who had no idea what a shitstorm she was getting herself into. the new manager PROMOTED jess and demoted jack bc she was doing all the supervisor jobs whilst jack was only doing midshifts. he didnt get shafted to the lowest pay and was instead given the title ‘trainer and authorised opener/closer’ whilst still doing the same fucking job. he transferred out, cos that shit is fucking degrading and within, like two months he was put back up his rightful position. yay for my forever work bestie. I

feel like this has been going on for too long now. i think this doesn’t do her justice. like…i cant believe someone who is NOW 26 and who got what she wanted after manipulating a mentally ill man caused so much drama and pain and tension in a fucking clothes store.

fucking horrid. im reading this completely exhausted and so i cant say much but i just feel like these people are always the ones who come out on top, and its so fucked up. im really sorry you had to deal with so many unpleasant people, and your friend as well.

i swear mediocrity and asskissing is what gets you anywhere in this world, and manipulative cunts like this jess woman take full advantage of that. it’s pretty scary, honestly. amazing how far drama can go, huh. this is why i have trust issues.

i still hope she gets her ass kicked by life, though. there has to be some sort of karmic justice somewhere

i also feel like i should say that there’s always going to be people who won’t like you for some reason. even if you don’t do anything wrong and even though everyone else thinks they’re great. no idea why this happens, but all i can say is there’s really nothing you can do. so FUCK EM (in the most metaphorical sense as they don’t deserve you giving them the time of day)

#manipulation #story sharing #submission

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welcometoyournewhell · 5 years

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On My Own

Adashicember day 12, song/lyric inspiered fic. “On My Own” by Ashes Remain.

Thank you to @kwaiipootato for help.

The bedroom door opened slowly as the exhausted teacher retired for is break. “Kashi I’m home,” he whispered softly as he closed the door. When he left the man had been sleeping.

Yes, that was hours ago, but Shiro had been sleeping like a cat lately. It was as if he hadn’t slept in years. The man was hardly awake anymore. Normally this was okay but lately.... things had been getting worse.

Today proved to be the same.

A trembling mess on the bed sobbed uncontrollably, gasping for air. Dropping his bag, Adam rushed forward. “Kashi I’m here! I’m here,” he soothed as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around the other.

White hair swayed as Shiro’s head shook. He continued to bounce slightly as he sobbed and shook. He was stuck in a cage, a never ending nightmare of regret and past events.

He’d been fighting for years with himself, but it had never been this bad. maybe it was because he could hardly remember anything. When he did remember he couldn’t sleep.

There were nights he’d wake Keith up and just curl beside him. Having someone so familiar so close helped ease his anxiety. Though he never hit Keith, he never feared him, he never hurt him in general.

For some reason after being placed into Kuron’s body he would have awful nightmares. Parts of his past would cause him to wake up screaming, or wouldn’t disappear after he awoke.

He’d come back to reality with his hands around Adam’s throat, punching the other repeatedly, anything he could do to get away from the monsters that haunted his dreams.

It had gotten to the point where he tried to leave his lover. Adam wouldn’t have it though. He’d waited far to long to right the wrong and had fallen deeper in love with his ex fiance.

Yes, it wasn’t easy to sleep with him, but he’d at least dragged Shiro away from the couch and next to him again. God only know he needs help, which is what the brunette has been trying to do.

Sam and Colleen tried to help, but Colleen could only tell him he’d get used to it. Sam and Shiro both refused therapy and medication, leaving them to fight on their own.

It was healthier in some aspects, but not all. For the longest time the shorter would try to keep his pain from his boyfriend, but sometimes it would slip out. Adam had left him before and he’d been on his own. It was nothing he couldn’t handle.

But he needed to let go. He was trying to build his walls higher though the teacher knew almost everything that happened. He wanted Shrio to take his help, to let him in.

He needed to break out of his mind and lower his weapons. He needed to talk to him.

As if by miracle the man’s resistance left as he peered up. Brown eyes looked into gray before the strong arms unhooked from Shiro’s knees. He slowly wrapped them around Adam before allowing him self to be moved about.

Finding himself on his side, his face in Adam’s uniformed chest... almost put him at ease. Sitting up slightly he began to undo the buttons of the jacket. It was an uncomfortable material that wasn’t very comforting.

Slipping the article off, Adam pulled Shiro on to his t-shirt covered torso, only to have it scrunched up in turn for his bare skin. He could feel the dampness from his lover’s face. It broke his heart... be he was starting to let go.

Warm fingers ran through white hair, massaging the scalp slightly. Shivers ran down Shiro’s back as his sobs started to slow. “What happened, Kashi?” Lifting his shirt up more, the other burried his face between the material and skin. He pulled the blanket over them more as if it were a mother’s hug.

“Hey... I’ll protect you. It’s okay. i’m always going to be here for you. You were never meant to fight on your own.” A soft whimper came from his “uni-boob” before a meek reply came. “Sendeck.”

Closing his eyes, a soft sigh escaped Adam’s lips. It wasn’t from annoyance though. He’d hardly heard about Sendeck. He’d only heard small stories of Keith and Shiro’s interactions with the passed general.

“He... he broke me.” Adam began to rub the lump under his shirt. “How, honey? How did he hurt you?” He felt the other’s body shake harder. “Interrogation... beatings.... he hurt me in so many ways.”

Bringing his other hand around to hold Shiro’s head, the brunette felt tears come to his eyes. “He’s never going to touch you again Takashi Shirogane. I’ll make sure no one ever does again.”

He meant what he said. If Adam had met any of the Galran soldiers, hell even Haggar, who hurt his precious Takashi... he’d kill them. “I’m not weak,” Shiro hiccuped. He sounded like a child. “I don’t need protection Adam. I didn’t need it before and I don’t,” he was cut off.

“Your not weak, you dummy. Your the strongest man I know. But your the stupidest.” He started to rub circular motions on the other’s head. “You push help away because it makes you feel weak. It’s dumb, your not a teenager anymore. Your a grown man, you can ask for help when you need it. “But instead your trap your self in this cage and refuse to break out. Every little thing that you’ve known, is everything you need to let go. I’m trying to bring you out, but your fighting me. No, I’m not your sworn protector, and no I’m not your hero.” His eyes fell slightly.

“I never have been.... and I never will be. I’m not trying to make you weak, I’m not trying to protect you the you think I am. I never was.” Shiro slowly pulled his head out, he was calm enough now to face his boyfriend. “I’m not sick.” Adam shook his head. “Kashi your still sick, you’ve always been.

“I love you, but your killing your self slowly. Please stop resisting us, stop resisting me. Your not a teenager, you can accept help. It’s not humbling, nor should it be humiliating.” He lifted the ring that was attached to a strong around his neck.

“You see this? I’m sorry Takashi! I want to be with you, I love you so much. But you need to let me in. This isn’t healthy.” Whimpering softly, Shiro hung his head in defeat. “I’m sorry Adam.”

Leaning back into his chest, he sighed. Loving hands stroked down the side of his face before lifting his head. A faint smile filled Shiro with warmth.

He finally realize.... he was never meant to fight on his own.

#adashicember #day 12 #adashi #shadam #shiro #adam #non tickles

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jeongyeonandsunflowers · 6 years

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‘I'm saluting to your lips’ ~ Kim Woojin Soulmate AU ~ Part One

I know this took ages, I'm sorry, but here is part one, it was getting way too long, so I thought I’d split it up, otherwise it would have ended up really rushed at the end. and no one needs that. I also proofread this like 6 times so if there’s a mistake I need to be taken out.

Not a lot of things are certain in this world, but of the few things that are, finding my soulmate was the most exciting. Knowing that someone somewhere was absolutely made for me? That was the most incredible thing I could ever think of.

I used to be teased in school, kids told me that I didn’t have a soulmate, and if I did they would take one look at me and want nothing to do with me. But I knew I had one, somewhere in this world.

See, I have proof, the squiggles and weird lines that pop up on my arm every so often, they’ve been existent since I was 13, that’s when they start showing up on everyone, your soulmate writes on their own body you get to see it too, in the exact same place the exact same handwriting, and size, its all the same.

Some people find their soulmates straight away, they’re lucky enough to have their soulmates live close by or even be someone they’ve known forever.

My friends Bailey and Felix found each other on Felix’s birthday, Bailey couldn’t see her own drawings yet, but Felix could see his, and what he had written on her arm just seconds before in class, “if you let me copy your homework I’ll love you forever.” And sure enough, in his slightly messy handwriting on his left knee, as it was on hers, was the same phrase. To keep the story short, he squealed like a little piglet and ran out of class, later showing Bailey why, and they cried together, their soulmate was their best friend.

That’s usually everyone’s dream, that its someone they know, that way they don’t have to learn everything about a new person. But that’s sort of what I dread, there are only three people in my life that I can stand, the first being Felix and Bailey who are already soulmates, and then Chris, he’s two years older than me, and been my best friend since I could remember, I used to have a massive crush on the guy, but then I realised how great of a friend he was, and how much I needed o value him as my best friend rather than my crush.

That and on Chris’ 13th birthday drawings started popping up in his arm that weren’t mine, and that’s when I knew there was no chance anyway.

On the day of my own birthday I become indescribably excited, I woke up that morning and before I could register it was my birthday, I looked at my hand and saw tiny symbols on my palm, not remembering writing them, it suddenly clicked in my head, these were my soulmates symbols, my soulmate wrote this, they did this. I screamed. I quite literally screamed, my mum came into my room, looking panicked wondering why I was screaming, I showed her my hand and she screamed as well, then raised the question. What was it on that was on my hand?

I asked everyone I could, everyone that might have an answer, anyone I could find, and no one had any idea. No one except Chris.

I hadn’t seen him that day, not until the night of my birthday, going out for dinner with my family, Chris, Felix and Bailey, who basically counted as family anyway. New symbols had appeared throughout the day and I still had no clue what they were or what they were supposed to mean or represent. Chris sat next to me, and took one glance at my hand, and asked, “since when did you know Korean?” and suddenly it made sense, they weren’t weird little drawings, just a different language. Oh no, it’s a different language.

“its Korean? Like? From Korea, Korean?”

“yes Y/n from Korea, Korean,”

“my soulmate is Korean?”

“it seems like it.”

The weeks went on, the Korean continued, and I began trying to learn the language, Chris tried helping translate, since his family spoke Korean at home, but he couldn’t be around to translate every word that was written, so I had to start learning myself. It seemed that my soulmate had also begun to try learning English, throughout the weeks I saw messily written “hello” and “I love you” because obviously that was an important phrase.

It went like that for 5 years, we both bettered our second languages, each becoming better and more fluent, I started seeing reminders pop up, some in Korean, some in English, I was starting to understand his lifestyle, they’re training for something, but I can’t figure out what yet. Felix, Bailey and I were still friends, and still trying to decipher everything.

Chris and his family moved to Korea after my 14th birthday, he kept in contact for a while and then he just sort of faded away and only Felix had been graced with his presence, and even if it was apparently the equivalent to passing words and phrases, at least he had some contact. At least I knew he was doing well.

Apparently, Chris had started “training” as well, and went by ‘Chan’ now. Felix said that he was trying to become an Idol, which was like a celebrity for us, he was getting into the kpop industry and so our friends got into it too, Bailey and Felix became devoted to it, they kept up with all the latest news just waiting for a glimpse of Chris, or Chan I guess. It made me wonder if maybe my soulmate was doing the same kind of training.

I’d always assumed it was something sporty, but now I understand why “drink more water to help voice” was written almost every day for 3 years.

I started looking into kpop too, waiting, and hoping that one day I might see someone who I feel could be my soulmate, but no one ever made me spark like I thought I would. I started to lose hope, realising tat there were many different obstacles in the way of us being together. I was a broke uni student now, I had no means of getting to Korea, and it seems as if my soulmate had no intentions coming here either.

But still I remained optimistic, I had to be, I’d been dreaming about my soulmate since I could hold a comprehensive thought, I would fine them one day and that is a promise I made to myself and my soulmate. I couldn’t give up and I wouldn’t.

The day it happened is a day I won’t soon forget, I was in the middle of class at university, when I got hit with a sudden sharp and almost unbearable pain in my wrist, I saw words start to etch themselves across my skin, forming words I was yet to recognise, my squiggles never pained me like this before, it felt like something was wrong, this wasn’t a common occurrence, in fact I don’t think anyone on record, has had this happen before.

The professor stopped the class since I was making so much noise, he took one glance at my wrist and sent me straight to the office to find the nurse.

She sat me down on one of the plastic chairs, looked over my wrist, poking the other squiggles, asking me what language they were, whether the rest of them hurt as well, to which I replied, that no they don’t, she grabbed out her phone headed to google translate and did her best to translate the other words on my arm, in hopes that maybe there was some sort of clue.

She translated the last one, fading on the palm of my hand ‘오늘 오후 1시 30 분에 문신’

“well love, it looks like this might be the answer, it still doesn’t make any sense, but by the looks of things, your soulmate got a tattoo today.”

She was right, that didn’t make sense, usually tattoos didn’t affect the other half, but that came to be the genuine outcome. There truly was no explanation.

I called bailey to tell her about what happened, but as soon as she picked up the phone she was ahead of the gun and already talking.

“oh my god y/n you’re not going to believe what I just found out! Chris found his soulmate, apparently, he was out travelling in Seoul and this girl bumped into him, he accidentally spilt his coffee all over her white shirt, she ran before he could even say anything to her. Anyway, so he gets back to his dorm and sees a new note on his hand, that says, “reminder: call Carmel about cute guy who spilt coffee on me,” and then Chris was like well that’s me I guess and wrote his number on his hand just below I with his name! who knew that dork would be so smooth right?”

My world felt like it was crashing down around me, not because Chris had his soulmate but because he didn’t call to tell me. He promised, ever since his 13th birthday that he would call as soon as he found the person, and he didn’t. I suddenly felt betrayed, I told bailey that I would have to call her back, and then immediately bombarded Felix for Chris’ number. He gave it over almost immediately, I must have scared him because he’s never been that easy to break before.

I sat there contemplating whether it was a good idea or not, he hasn’t spoken to me since I was 14 but he is the person is known longest, I decide to call later.

Later ended up being 30 seconds later, soon I was met with the ringing, and then someone greeting me in Korean, I heard Chan and I started ranting.

“listen here prick, you promised me that would message or call me as soon as you found your soulmate, and I had to find out from Bailey? What the fuck is up with that? Come on Chris, you’re the one who made that promise, you’re the one who told me it would be okay when you moved away, you told me that you would still talk to me, that it would be the same. And now I haven’t heard from you in almost 6 years, I don’t even recognise your voice, who even are you?”

There was silence, for a little too long, and then the person cleared their throat on the other end.

“I am really, really sorry, Chan is a dick for doing that to you, and I didn’t know he was even capable of being rude, here’s not here right now, he left his phone when he went out with Jamie, ahh that’s his soulmate or whatever. Umm I’m Woojin, I’ll yell at him for you when he comes back, what’s your name so I know who I’m defending?”

“oh um, I’m so sorry for going off at you for that I’m, I’m really really sorry, my names y/n but you don’t have to go off at Chris for me, I’ll just call back later, but thank you.” “that’s okay Y/n it was nice talking to you.”

”You too Woojin thank you for listening to me rant even though you didn’t have any choice”

I hung up the phone, smiling and annoyed at the same time, I looked down at my wrist again and noticed words that weren’t there before.

“reminder: tell Chan about call from y/n, ask him when he got mean.”

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uicyoulater · 7 years

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Yonsei How To Pt 18 - Commuting To/From Songdo

EDIT: BUS AND TRAIN INFO HAS CHANGED SOMEWHAT OVER TIME. THIS ADVICE AND GENERAL NUMBERS ARE STILL THE SAME, BUT COULD BE DIFFERENT (as this was written way too long ago)

For at least your freshman year, if not longer, you will live in the beautiful little city of Songdo. Songdo is great. It has restaurants, shops, good public transport, DFK, Underwood Library, and anything else you may need on a daily basis. You know what it doesn’t have? The rest of Yonsei.

Major or school events will often happen in Sinchon. Anything historic will happen in Sinchon. Any festival will have its main activities in Sinchon. Your sunbaes will be in Sinchon. Even clubs that hold some meetings in Songdo will often hold large full-club meetings or dinners in Sinchon. Oh, and you want to go out on the weekends with friends in Seoul? The first and easiest choices are Sinchon or Hongdae for most Yonsei students. (Hongdae is also just one subway stop/walkable from Sinchon and Yonsei)

This trip could take only an hour in very low traffic, as seen by the Kakao/Daum maps estimate. (Note that I map to the sports building because 1) that’s where I’m usually going when I commute and 2) it’s about in the middle) This is a lie unless you have a car and are driving at a pretty calm time. Which you won’t ever. Traffic is the worst enemy.

I must preface this with the fact that I did one of these trips at least 2 times a week (except exam weeks) because I was in a club. (Yes there were Songdo practices, but the timing, skill level, and age/grade level were all better in Sinchon). I don’t exactly have a fav way, just some ways that I know are better at certain times or for certain things. Okay, that’s a lie. I do have a fav way. So, here are the best possible ways to get to Sinchon/Songdo and when to use them in no particular order.

1. Free Yonsei Shuttle Bus

This bus comes and goes pretty often during the weekdays for most of the day. It is also free! BUT you “must” reserve a space on the bus through the online portal system. I say “must” because, if the bus isn’t crowded or it is an unpopular time, you can theoretically just line up and get on in after the people who have reserved seats. For popular times you can’t really do this. Also, if you do sign up, which you really should, you need to be very, very quick about signing up since some popular spots can go in about 20 min or less. Also, if you’re coming from class or a meeting or want to get coffee after a club practice and something causes you to miss the bus then there’s nothing you can do. Also, if it’s rush hour then this will slow down the bus. Overall, this is positive if you know your schedule in advance and are willing to go through hassles.

Pros: Quick (just running between campuses), Free

Cons: Reserve seating, limited spots, limited times, no weekends/late nights, rigid schedule

When to Ride: When you know your schedule in advance or are not coming/going at a busy time

Better Commute to Songdo or Sinchon: Better To Sinchon/Neutral

2. UIC Only Shuttle

This one sounds better, right? UIC only, so less competition and easier? No. First, this bus must be reserved as well through a Google doc up to a week before in some cases. It’s not as competitive, but not all that much easier and more flexible. You also have to pay for it (with a kinda confusing system) and it runs only a few times a day. Same warning about rush hour. Granted, this system is still very young, so it will probably grow as time goes by and get a lot better if it continues well.

Pros: Less competitive, Quick

Cons: Rigid and sparse schedule, reserve seating, very limited times, confusing, no weekends/late nights

When to Ride: Ehhhh……When you have a club or meeting at the exact right time for this or are using it to go to a UIC class in Songdo.

Better Commute to Songdo or Sinchon: Neutral (dependent on time of day)

3. M-Bus

Oh, the dear M6724 bus. This used to be the best thing around. Before my time, the school gave out free bus vouchers to Songdo students. When I started a year ago, the route basically ran in a loop with the Songdo Yonsei campus and the front of the Sinchon Yonsei campus as its end points. It still stops both places, but it now goes as far as Seoul station in one direction and goes around the whole of Songdo at the end. Of the public transport options, this is the easiest since there are no transfers. It can also be the longest with almost 2 hours if not more during rush hour going into Seoul and twice the price of the subway. It is still great though if you give yourself enough time to take it (For 6:30 meetings on Thursdays I always try to leave at 4:30 at the latest, usually earlier. If I’m early I just get a snack. 2 hours+ is a good estimate for public transport including walking at a slow pace.) Still, if you get in line at a good place then you don’t have to worry about getting a seat in advance and your timing can be more adjustable.

Pros: Easy public transport, no reserved seating, good if you have small baggage, longer hours (than Yonsei buses), runs holidays/weekends, also picks up/drops off at other locations (like Hongdae)

Cons: Slowest method, fills up fast (especially in the evening), comes only every 15-20 min (if you’re on a time crunch)

When to Ride: When you 1) are carrying things, 2) are going to/from Hongdae in your club clothes, 3) a little bit drunk (not enough to puke, but enough that you just wanna sit and not have to pay attention), 4) didn’t get on the Yonsei shuttle and prefer the bus.

Better Commute to Songdo or Sinchon: Better to Songdo (esp. if you’re tired and going home)

4. Subway (Not using Airport line)

The subway is probably my favorite thing about living in Korea. In my city we have two lines that just kind of make a + shape. Sad. (Busses would compete with that if I didn’t get queasy in buses.) To get to Sinchon from the Songdo Campus, you take three different lines either way you go. Using the non-airport method, you go on Incheon line 1 from Campus Town Station to Bupyeong Station, take Line 1 (Blue line) to Sindorim, and then take Line 2 (Green line, inner circle line) to Sinchon. If you take the express train on the blue line when going into Seoul, it can take as little at 1 hour and 11 minutes (not including walking). If you take the non-express train then it will take a little longer. This is the cheapest (tied with other subway route) public transport and the fastest. It is also my favorite of all. Personally, I don’t mind transfers and I don’t ever feel sick on the subway (in case motion sickness is a thing for any of you) so I love it. If it’s raining/you don’t wanna walk, buses run from the Songdo dorms to Campus Town Station and from Sinchon Station to all of the Yonsei gates. I usually leave enough time, when I use this method, to take the non-express train if need be. (If I see that I’m running early when in Bupyeong, then I get a snack there before practice. The people at Issac toast there know me too well…)

Pros: Cheap, fast, no reserved seating, chill

Cons: Must transfer 2 times, will have to stand more, no express train to Songdo (only express to Sinchon)

When to Ride: Going to Sinchon (or anywhere on Green line), you aren’t taking too much stuff, you don’t mind standing or transferring

Better Commute to Songdo or Sinchon: To Sinchon

5. Subway (Using airport line)

Why would you use the airport line, you ask? Because it’s actually faster in some situations and runs slightly later. This route also has two transfers, but it only really feels like 1 because the first train ride is only 1 stop away. To take this in the Songdo direction, you take Line 2 (inner circle, Green line) from Sinchon to Hongik Uni (Hongdae, only 1 stop), then Hongik to Gyeyang on the Airport line, and finally Gyeyang to Campus Town on Incheon line 1. Since Gyeyang is the beginning of Incheon line 1, the trip to Campus Town is pretty long. Overall, this method is good if you want to sit down for a longer period or are a little drunk. It’s also better if you have more stuff to carry as the Airport line has a lot of room for luggage. It’s also less crowded at night than line 1 or 2.

Pros: Cheap, fairly quick, room for stuff, long periods of rest, only 1 transfer if coming from Hongdae, almost 100% guaranteed a seat on Incheon line 1

Cons: Transfers, slower than express train if going to Sinchon, having to go through Hongik station at night

When to Ride: Coming home from Sinchon later, but not too late ( the last train around 11:20pm, but aim for 11 just in case), when you’re kinda drunk but not throw-up drunk, if you have lots of stuff

Better Commute to Songdo or Sinchon: Better to Songdo

When in doubt, leave yourself 2 hours total for the subway, 1.5 hours for Yonsei busses (in non-rush hour and if you have a seat), and 2.25-2.5 hours for Mbus when there’s some traffic. This should include walking times if you are going/coming from the middle of Yonsei campus and walk at a good pace.

Do not take any of these if you are wasted or even think you might hurl. They will not allow you on or kick you off later. There are places you can wait/hang out/sober up in both Songdo and Sinchon until the transport system starts up in the morning.

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Insight Statements

ONE: Since medical clinics are busy on most days, patients feel as though consultations are fit around the provider and not them, meaning they have to take time off work or uni to book an appointment and potentially miss out on pay or important activities.

Data count: 17

Survey responses:

“Easy to schedule for a day but not always for a specific time.”

“My doctor [at uni] has a high demand for appointments and usually any free spots don’t align with my timetable.”

“I book appointments usually when I get the chance to.”

“Booking an appointment can be difficult.”

“Most medical centres are only open on normal business hours (8am - 5pm) and it’s particularly hard for me to go without taking a day off midweek.”

“Work and uni means I don’t have much time spare time between 8:30am - 5pm when I need to go to the doctor.”

Interview responses:

“[Booking an appointment] takes so long. I’m sick I just want to get this over and done with so I can rest.”

“I have to call them up and wait for quite a while to book. If it’s peak hour there’s weird elevator music.”

“You never know when the next appointment will be free, if someone cancels or if there’s a slot that’s open.”

“When I asked to be seen on the day, usually there aren’t any available so it’s a hassle.”

“My GP isn’t open during the weekend and I’d want be seen sooner rather than later.”

“I was stressing out because I had so much work to do [for uni and I have to take time off].”

“I was stressed because I had to take time off work but happy at the same time.”

“I was just annoyed that I had to deal with my foot, it was hassle.”

“I had to heal naturally which prolonged my healing time which was about 2 years and it stopped me from doing most things.”

“The time they book me for is always early morning, not close to when I’d want to be seen.”

“I go to a busy clinic so booking can be difficult.”

Secondary research:

“Often the biggest barriers to accessing health care are geographic and financial. The issues are not having time, transport, or money to put towards attending distant health services, missing work to seek medical advice for themselves or loved ones, are a reality in so many of our communities.”

Source: https://thespinoff.co.nz/society/03-04-2017/the-patient-really-is-always-right-how-to-vastly-improve-our-public-health-system/?fbclid=IwAR0q2AagaLKtQ_lb25YhRCt0B2h3YytW1z9K5ktmgqKsgGUWLdGOuVx2ZZg

TWO: Waiting times for walk-in public clinics can go up to an hour or two and in worst cases, up to 4 hours in the emergency department which adds to the stress patients are already feeling due to their illnesses.

Data count: 7

Survey responses:

“The wait is the longest.”

“Some clinics are free but the waiting times are too long.”

Interview responses:

“My mum is unwell, the wait is too long, we’ve been ringing the bell but no one in answering.”

“For accidents and going to A&E, I find the process much harder as I typically wait for an hour or so.”

Interview responses:

“At public hospitals, you wait with a lot of people and they’re all sick. I’m germophobic and since I’m already sick, I get concerned when people [around me] start coughing as I don’t want to catch anything more.”

“The longest I’d wait at a public clinic would be about 45 minutes. While waiting I feel hungry, sometimes worried about what they could find.”

THREE: Healthcare is a high-demand public service where providers (nurses, doctors) deal with multiple patients on a daily basis. As a result, patients think it’s unfair that an appointment at a cost of $40-$50 only lasts for about 10-15 minutes. They feel as though this isn’t enough time to fully voice out their symptoms and have all of their questions answered.

Data count: 11

Survey responses:

“AUT only allows 15 minutes for an appointment on average.”

“An appointment for me occasionally takes 10-15 minutes.”

“It can be even shorter, typically 15 minutes.”

“More like 10 minutes.”

“Sometimes it’s very quick.”

“15-20 minutes isn’t enough time as the doctor is constantly thinking about the next patient so they just want to get through my one.”

“I feel like sometimes appointments are rushed due to a lot of patients.”

Interview responses:

“Checkup was 10-15 minutes but would’ve been better if it was longer so I can have more time to explain.”

“There could be things that we forget to tell doctor and with the time limit for appointments, it’d be hard to follow up after the appointment is finished.”

“A normal dosage of antibiotics made me throw up so I remembered to tell the doctor to half the dosage otherwise I would’ve thrown up again and had to come back.”

“When I go home after an appointment, I still have questions I didn’t get to ask but it’s because I didn’t get to think of them.”

FOUR: A major factor that stops people from consulting a doctor is cost. Because of this, patients feel inclined to see the doctor with a list of things to get checked out to make the most of their time and money as they wouldn’t want to return for follow-up appointments.

Extra: There is a consensus amongst students that the cost for a check-up (about $40) is too expensive. Without financial support from parents, they feel as though they would struggle to fund their own healthcare.

Data count: 8

Survey responses:

“Generally my parents pay for my doctor check ups but since my health clinic is not very subsidised ($50 for a consultation) if it were up to me to pay I would definitely struggle with that.”

“It’s so expensive to go, usually try and created a list of things that I need checking up on before I finally go.”

“Going for injections/ screening for diseases is annoying! You pay $60 for pain and a needle in your arm which isn't amazing - and that's not even the injection itself, just the screening process.”

“Personally, lack of money hasn’t prevented me from going to the doctor but I if I didn’t have the available income I’d think otherwise. I’d probably do my own research, try home remedies etc.”

Interview responses:

“There’s all these other issues I could ask them about [while I’m already there.]”

“I feel obligated to go to the doctor with a list of things to get the most out of time and money. It’s sad that I have to do this.”

“I feel like I’m a burden saying ‘Oh by the way, there’s this other issue…’ I don’t want them to think I’m a hypochondriac. At the same time though, I don’t want to have to come back for another issue [appointment].”

“A lot of the times when I do need to go to the doctor it’s because a whole lot of stuff has built up cause I’ve put it all in the back burner.”

FIVE: There is a lack of knowledge on medical information and healthcare costs amongst majority of patients (mainly students) which hinders them from exploring cheaper options and informing decisions on their own health and wellbeing.

Data count: 16

Survey responses:

“It’s expensive especially for students. Although there are a lot of on campus help I think this needs to be made more obvious and also for youth who aren’t studying but living by themselves.”

Interview responses:

“If I knew I could get it cheaper through Studylink I would’ve applied. But it is Studylink so I know it would take ages to process it.”

“I think it needs to be made more explicit if you can get healthcare for cheaper. If I haven’t heard it, how can anyone else?”

“I don’t know why it’s hard to find useful information. It’s like they don’t want you to use it.”

“I don’t know much about the medical system.”

“Medicine and information about them should be available to everyone.”

“If you don’t have proper understanding of health, you might miss out on details when telling your doctor about your symptoms.”

“I wish it was easier to find medical information (cheaper healthcare options).”

“Not enough knowledge on healthcare makes it hard for me to compare what I’m receiving to what I could be receiving.”

“You get what you get or you don’t know what you should be getting if you have nothing to compare it to.”

“I haven’t consulted other clinics so I wouldn’t know if what I’m paying is too much or too little.”

“I wasn’t aware that there were other options for getting iron medicine like through IV or shots.”

“They know that we’re students, we don’t have money. They should give us some sort of concession [for healthcare].”

“If they made student discounts more obvious then I’ll definitely get it.”

“I keep forgetting that students can get things for cheaper since we’re broke as hell.”

“I don’t think about student prices [for healthcare] since for buying food and petrol there isn’t a discount.”

“It’s the student’s responsibility to find things out but we need to be informed first.”

TED Talk on US healthcare costs

Shocking differences between health costs depending on location

Opportunity: informing people how much stuff in healthcare costs i.e. treatment, prescription to allow them to “shop around”

Patients are no different to customers

SIX: Nurses in the emergency department feel burnt out after long shifts due to staffing issues and dealing with multiple patients in different morbidity levels at once. On days like this, getting compliments from colleagues and patients help boost their morale.

"It takes a lot of dedication and mind preparation before coming to work. You don’t know what to expect, and they always expect the best out of you. You can’t make mistakes, it’s someone’s life."

"Getting compliments makes us want to do our jobs better, continue to help save people’s lives."

"If it’s busy, you don’t have control over how many people come, you feel burnt out and even if you cry for help sometimes it’s not addressed."

“When I’m not coaching I feel burnt out, when it’s short-staffed I feel like I didn’t do enough but most of the time it’s fulfilling.”

“As an ED nurse you never know what to expect. Generally the big problem would be man power and staffing issues.”

“Little things like getting compliments/commendations from patients and colleagues, it boosts your morale and makes your career not just a career but also your passion.”

“It’s a fact that employees who are more appreciated tend to find it really difficult to leave their job. But people who are undervalued it’s easy for them to drop a job, no matter how many benefits you get - you’re gonna burn out at some point.”

“You can’t give your all to one patient cause you have to save some [energy] for the next one. That’s the difference with us, some nurses might answer differently but as an ED nurse it can be exhausting.”

“You need to deal with behaviour and social issues as well as safety. People would just think our job is easy - you give medication that’s it. It’s not just that. Most of the time our morale is at stake.”

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