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Interview from Upset Magazine 6/2023

Words: Steven Loftin

Like an apparition manifesting within a dense fog, it was through radio static that Swedish rockers Ghost were formed. In the kindergarten he attended as a young boy, Tobias Forge found himself enamoured with the music crackling through the little toy speakers. From this point forward, he began picking apart the notes and melodies - his journey toward the lore and canon coming into focus as he sat, trying to figure out how this black magic could be summoned.

While it would be many years before he would don his garb as Papa Emeritus, the essence of what his future would sound like was being set through his exposure to a wide variety of music. If any proof were needed, just look to the impressive list of covers Ghost have put their ghastly mark upon, including 2016's 'Popestar' EP, which included the band's takes on Echo & The Bunnymen ('Nocturnal Me') and Simian Mobile Disco ('I Believe').

Ghost's latest EP is another covers bonanza. A five-piece offering of Tobias's backstory, 'Phantomime' plays out like a Greatest Hits radio playlist - a fitting throwback to Tobias' first dalliances with music. Of course, when a group more aligned to the metal/hard rock community bust out covers, including Genesis and Tina Turner, eyebrows are raised. To this reaction, Tobias scoffs. "In 1991, Genesis was one of the biggest bands on the planet! That was a huge hit. In the mid-80s, when I had an older teenage brother who rented every VHS movie that came out, of course, we saw the fucking Thunderdome, and that was a huge hit, and it's still being played on Swedish radio. It's an evergreen; it's not an eclectic choice at all," he declares. "I grew up listening to Stranglers because my brother liked them. What else do we have, Iron Maiden - I mean, are you kidding? I'm a metalhead!"

Originally conceived during the sessions for their fifth album, last year's 'Impera', there were two folders on his computer's desktop: one named 'Impera', the other simply 'Covers'. As the ideas for 'Impera' grew, Tobias would enter his usual routine of working on a cover or two. "At any point, when you lose a little wind in writing your own things, it's quite nice to say, 'Today let's go in and work on the covers'; you can choose anything you want, you can work on absolutely anything you want. And you don't have to finish it, you don't have to release it, you don't have to do anything, but just continue working."

He likens it to the freedom of being a theatre owner who, instead of trying to pen the next greatest Broadway phenomenon, opts to have a go at something already timeless and perfected.

"Maybe you're like, 'Okay, so this fall we're just going to do a reinterpretation of Hamlet instead, that's going to be fine, and that keeps everyone working, and that keeps a project moving along! And I find a similar thing with working on covers. So as I was writing "Impera', the covers folder was also growing exponentially and at a point. I had this idea that was going to be a full-length album."

With COVID restrictions meaning the original producer for 'Impera' was stuck in the US, Tobias had to source a replacement. It would be Klas Åhlund who stepped up to the plate. But, on one condition. "He was pretty upfront. He was like. Yeah, I only want to make the record; I don't want to work on covers," Tobias remembers "Fine, fine, fine, that's fine." he shrugs. "So, after the 'Impera' recording was done, I felt as if making a completely different, whole record again: I didn't have time for that. I didn't have the energy for that. But once I trimmed down the number of songs to only these five to make a very rocky record, it loosened up the screws a little bit for me in terms of like, "Okay, so now I know what the EP is going to be - it's going to be a full, full-throttle rock one."

Ditching some rumoured softer covers, including U2, Misfits, and Motörhead. 'Phantomime is instead a delectable slice of Ghost doing what Ghost do best: creating theatrically big rock. It's Tobias's mark upon some bonafide classics, including Iron Maiden's 'Phantom of the Opera' which feels as befitting to Ghost as it does seeing Papa Emeritus kick the bucket ready for his next iteration. While the focus was on creating this small dose of Tobias's musical DNA, it also served another purpose; to simply be "not very complicated." The project began with the mindset of "we can make this recording loosely - quick but stress-free - as opposed to making a record which is your hard fifth record that needs to live up to certain standards. So it was just a very inspired, very simple recording, actually."

After the complexities of 'Impera' which wound up requiring two studios simultaneously running in parallel "to be able to work efficiently" - Ghost was morphing into a taxing experience for the band leader, "It was just a bigger thing [and] way more stressful."

Deciding to strip that covers folder down to the five tracks, by all accounts, 'Phantomime was a measured and reserved effort. "It ended up being me, an engineer, and an occasional musician coming in and doing something. It was so much looser, so much more mentally Feng Shui," he smiles, relief glowing in his voice. "And I think that that reflected a little bit on the two different records. They're meant to be related - they are definitely related - they were made roughly in the same time, but they're completely different things."

'Phantomime' plays out like a ghoulish social commentary. Starting with a searing rendition of Televison's 'See No Evil, the journey traverses the scourge of Televangelism (Genesis' Jesus He Knows Me') with a delightfully-fitting NSFW video, the instant gratification humans require to feel (The Stranglers' Hanging Around"); the pull back into cruel reality (Phantom Of The Opera"), and the resulting undying hope from a degraded society (Tina Turner's 'We Don't Need Another Hero"). Each offering is bolstered with Ghost's dramatic, theatric rock licks and Tobias's powerhouse vocals.

With 'Phantomime' in the bag and the European leg of the 'Impera' tour imminent (Tobias is currently holed up in preparation), the idea of reflecting on how he came to go from a young boy listening to the static sounds of pop hits on the radio to orchestrating not only a feverishly adored band and its lore but finding the capacity to embrace his inner music nerd, couldn't be more timely. Tobias's relationship with music has always been one of intrigue. He's a pop songwriter with the ambition and ideas of a stadium rock band, which, in essence, explains perfectly why Ghost can sit in a unique, exponentially growing and expanding space.

"My earliest inclination of wanting to transform into something else was definitely Twisted Sister," he recalls. "You know, "I Want To Rock' and 'We're Not Going To Take It' - that was a huge record in 1984, and in 1984, I was three years old," he says. "My brother was 16, so everything that was going on pop-culturally amongst teenagers was happening in my home."

It was thanks to his brother that much of Tobias's relationship with music was formed. He's introduced him to various giants of the time, like tectonic plates being pushed around, impacting and shaping his musical landscape. Translating for young Tobias the attitude of punk at the time, as well as everything else that was 'in', he remembers, "When I was a kid, and he was supposed to babysit me, as a pacifier he would put me in front of [Sex Pistols mockumentary film] 'The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle"," he laughs. "And then when that was over, he would just switch to [X-rated cartoon] Fritz the Cat. And I loved that stuff, of course. That was as much [about] the expression and the attitude. Of course, I loved the songs, but it was also filtered or combined with big songs for me." Those big songs ("Men At Work 'Down Under'," he initially cites, "those sort of songs still have a unique place in my in my writing") would eventually entwine with his darker side that he'd explore as he grew older. "Whilst my whole adolescence was completely in the name of extreme metal, I always had a very soft spot for Top 40 rock and pop radio always," Tobias explains. "And I've listened to that all my life. So it's almost equal portions of Venom as it is anything. that was on the radio."

Also, witnessing shock and glam-rock bands explode intrigued Tobias. He became swept away in the idea that not only could you push a boundary to its absolute limits with convictions and over-the-top grandiosity, but you could do so with songs that quantifiably bop. But, as time has gone onto prove, it wasn't pop music that enamoured Tobias enough that he wanted to become a pop star. It's the mythology and mystery that has become his calling card.

Tobias remained an enigma under the disguise of an evolving form of the iconic Papa Emeritus (now in his fourth incarnation) until 2017, after a lawsuit from a previous iteration of his backing band's rotating cast, the Nameless Ghouls. Visual and video components to releases are often hoovered up by the fandom, stripped apart for meaning and potential. Instagram posts are referred to as a '[Message From The Clergy]" (a phrase later claimed for 2022's Best Of playlist), and lest it is forgotten, the Ghost 'Grucifix' - the prominent crucifix deconstructed into Tobias's gothic 'G' logo - which ties together the vision, religious imagery and satire that would become a core part of the Ghost experience.

His musical ambition and education colliding in the middle of his Venn diagram between dark metal and pop magic is thanks to the likes of the aforementioned Twisted Sister and W.A.S.P., as well as his teen years in the black metal community. "Their first record was also a huge impact in Swedish media," Tobias remembers. "There was this big sort of Satanic panic thing going on at the time in the fall of 1984. Where you had essentially all those things happening. You had Mötley Crüe 'Shout At The Devil', which came out a year earlier, and they were there because they toured with Iron Maiden in 1984, so there was a lot of focus on these shock-rock bands. I saw that as a kid, and I was immediately blown away - it was the coolest thing I've ever seen. And I think that that was the trigger that made me identify as that is how I want to express myself."

Decoding the songs he'd hear also became an integral part of that expression. "That was the only thing I did for years before I started writing my own songs." Recalling his time in kindergarten, they had a piano and guitar, which Tobias became infatuated with. Instead of playing with the other children, he would find himself enraptured, listening to the radio or flipping over whichever cassette happened to be loaded at the time. He would then imitate the sounds he was soaking up. "A lot of those early beginnings of how to learn and how I've learned how to understand music filters through everything I do now," he explains.

The early records he'd find himself trying to unpack included KISS 'Alive' and Pink Floyd's 'Piper At The Gates Of Dawn' - disparate matches, but undoubtedly Ghost fuel with hard rock melodies and psychedelic tendencies. "I had the first and the second Pink Floyd on a double LP that was called 'A Nice Pair'. And that's the shit that I sat and listened to and played guitar to," he says proudly. "That's weird music, that's really weird chord sequences and melodies that sort of went nowhere. And, that coloured me a lot in my vision of this is how you write a pop song. Of course, I knew more conventional writing as well. But I figured that this resonates with me, and I want to write more like that."

Tobias is the first to admit that the influence his musical exposure has had on him isn't the most straightforward. "For all the years that I was in bands, up until Ghost, basically when I was in bands not doing well, I got a lot of, I wouldn't say stick, but it was always like, 'You write weird songs, there's something weird about them, and it will never really become anything because it has that sort of weirdness to it".

As he grew, the songs he'd heard reflected this inherent strangeness he'd constructed. Before the days of mass formulaic pop factories, the music emanating from the radio abided by the strictest rule of needing to at least be approachable, but within these confines, artists of the 70s and 80s would push the envelope as far as they could. Citing Nik Kershaw's 'The Riddle' as one example, "Holy shit, if you would have taken that song and taken it to a chord structure masterclass amongst pop writers now who want to write songs for Miley Cyrus or The Weeknd or any of that sort of level they would say, no, no, no, no, that this will never work. It's too strange. It's too weird. You can't do that; it doesn't have the normal chord progression.

"There are a lot of songs from the 80s that are like that," he reckons, "compared to the now, more informative way of writing, the 80s was braver actually, and it worked well. And those songs are evergreens in a way that a lot of the top radio shit from seven years ago is forgotten, and that's the stuff that I grew up with when I started playing the guitar."

Having made that inner sanctum, he would enter kindergarten a reality, one where he can explore those recesses of his mind shaken by the musical earthquakes he experienced; now, he's matured and deeply entrenched in the reality. "Throughout the modern day of pop writing, I know a few professional pop songwriters, and we continue having these conversations because in pop," he says, "where some of them work prolifically on really high releases, they're like, it's strange how the business wants everything to be so informative. Everybody wants a weird song, but still, all the big songs are usually very, very formatted [and] very, very simple."

While unpacking the songs he'd heard back in the 80s offered Tobias a chance to comprehend what makes a good song, it, more importantly, helped him to set out doing it on his own. When digging into crafting a new Ghost number, Tobias explains that "each new song is a little bit like virgin territory with its own riddle to be solved, and is always a combination of the horror of maybe not solving the puzzle, with the thrill when you do. And it's never easy because each new song needs something new. And so you constantly need to feed your ability with knowledge about how other things are."

Breaking it down into a figurative example, he likens it to being like a detective. "I'm assuming that part of being a great detective is to constantly have an open mind, but also constantly learning about human behaviour and wha people do. If you just had 100 forensic classes, but you know nothing about people and how they live their lives, it's gonna be hard to solve crimes." The same rings true for writers who have to read to improve and further understand language, while comedians pull from real-life experiences - music is no different. Tobias's early days of stripping down songs to their basic parts and then rebuilding them have remained a constant endeavour. "But that's how you write songs as well; you go and absorb new things."

The covers process, as mentioned, is a release for Tobias. When things are stuck when trying to piece together a new chapter for the Ghost bible, a cover offers up a chance for something lighter. "Working on covers can be equally euphoric," he confirms, "because it's fun to understand a song whereas, on the other hand, it can be almost demoralising because you're like, I can't believe that this song is so much better than anything that I've written! And it's so much easier. It's so simple."

"I find myself overcomplicating things often, but you might not hear the complicated detour that I took to end up at the more understandable, straighter version that ended up being the actual recording," he continues. "That's a never-ending struggle because that's how it's supposed to be. It's not like you write the one song. I don't think I know anyone or know of anyone who's content with the idea of having written one huge song. And then you know, okay, that's nirvana for you. You don't write the one song the same way that if you're a comedian, it's not like, 'Oh, I just told the funniest joke. So now I'm done".

While Tobias is one for wanting to keep the ball rolling and on a constant endeavour to continue his musical evolution, he knows there's a limit. Every release of Ghost must have a purpose. Nodding to the 60s method of firing singles out on all fronts, eventually compiling them for a full-length release, Tobias acknowledges his relationship with his fans is based on a more long-term understanding. "That's not how we do things; we make an album, and off of that album, there are singles - it's a 70s/80s thinking. And I don't want to refrain from that - I don't want too many singles to be these autonomous little creatures."

But the world is different now. It's a Wild West where being in the masses' consciousness is key, so things may have to change for him. Admitting that right now, he knows he's post-release of Ghost's last canon entry, 'Impera', which arrived back in 2022, and while 'Phantomime' is a reasonable enough bridge, sooner or later, he's going to have to play the game of ensuring Ghost ramp up. Earlier this year, Ghost collaborated with Def Leppard's Joe Elliott on a re-release of 'Impera' cut 'Spillways' which, while a fantastic addition to their arsenal, adds to the same notion Tobias is fearful of. "I'm slowly preparing for making a new record that's going to come out in 2024, which is way too long for the current contemporary music climate; you need to be ever-present," the last phrase hanging in the air ominously.

That doesn't mean he has to lower his standards, however. No Ghost release will exist just for content's sake. Everything must have its place. He even reckons a 14-track album is "a lot of music", and he still sees an album as being "22 minutes of music per side" - true to form, currently, no standard issue of any Ghost album breaches 12 tracks. He's even ready to aim for the likes of The Rolling Stones and The Beatles by swiftly lobbing a couple of spicy takes out. "Look, man, I don't even think that 'Exile on Main Street' is that good. Not even the fucking White album is that great - break it up! Both of those records would have been better if they were trimmed down to singular records."

That pop mind breaking through; Tobias is someone who knows that music is entertainment. Certainly, a medium which often leads to more bulky connotations, but it must entertain. It's why he doesn't pay any mind to those naysayers that yearn for Ghost to be more metal or to follow a different path. This is Tobias's game; we're just privy to the sermon. These days the floodgates are open and, when compared to previous decades, as Tobias remembers it, "you had to buy your own records. Whatever additional music you got, that wasn't maybe heard on the TV or the radio, when you took something from someone else, was usually a choice, so music styles could in some way be a little bit more insular back then just because you weren't subjected to as much." He mentions his beloved death metal as being a signifier of the changes happening. "Back in the day, when I was starting listening to extreme metal, that was completely embraced by a certain little subculture or group of mostly teenagers and 20-somethings. Whereas in the 2000s, when Vice started doing black metal reporting, all of a sudden you have indie personalities who were fans of Darkthrone, and so, obviously, what ended up that turned into this fusion, which was a positive and very natural thing."

This cultural shift is another reason Ghost's space is widening and its success growing. "Nowadays, people are a little bit more open," he admits. But, with this comes issues. "As time has progressed, metal and hard rock, as well as most genres that have been around for a while, [they've] gone from this youth culture to a conservative institution because so many of the fans are now aged." The passage of time waits for no one. But, more presciently for culture, it also means our understanding of what is 'good' and what should be where is moulded differently to when we were younger. "Unfortunately, that happens to most people regardless of who you were when you were 20," Tobias reckons, "or your ideals when you're like 40/50/60 years old. Your brain starts morphing into a slightly more conservative, slightly more nostalgic... You don't want things to change."

Tobias is the first to hold his hands up and admit the same has happened to him. He yearns for 1984 and even 1990-94. He would even be happy with 1987, back to those days with the crackling radio and a childlike spirit. "That would be so much cooler. I loved that way more than in this day and age. But I can't sit around and mope about that because it's not a problem that it's not 1987."

'Phantomime' is proof nostalgia can be a useful tool. It fuels with passion, and Ghost is Tobias's Neverland. "There's such a debate about what we are and why that is." Ghost are a band that, thanks to Tobias's musical education, transcend time. They exist on their own plain and with the evergreen, timeless sounds of yesteryear echoing around Tobias's head, long may Papa reign with his gloved melodic iron fist.

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Kiss Me at Midnight

Pairing: JosephQuinnXReader

Summary: You get stuck spending New Years at your dad's company party. What you thought would be a boring evening turns out to be anything but when you catch sight of your waiter.

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Happy New Year everyone! Thank you so much to all of you who take the time to read my silly little fics. I appreciate it more than I can ever express. Love you all. It's your year! I can feel it! '24 Baby!

“I mean, it’s not all bad,” Missy shrugged, her hand sweeping around the room. “There are plenty of options here tonight for a midnight kiss…or a midnight fuck. I mean, whatever you fancy.”

Her eyebrows waggled suggestively before her eyes scoped out the place, already on the prowl for the perfect guy to lock lips with. Knowing her, she'd have him locked down within five minutes.

"Or we could just have fun...you know, us girls," Tina countered, shaking her head. "Who needs boys? We can have some drinks and dance and hell, I'll kiss one of you at midnight."

"I'll take that," you sighed, slumping down in your chair, annoyed that you’d been forced to spend your New Year’s Eve at one of your dad’s company parties instead of getting to go out. At least you’d convinced your friends to allow you to drag them along. Instead of dancing the night away at the bar, finding some beautiful guy to dance and kiss until the stroke of midnight, you were stuck in a room full of stuffy shirts.

"Ugh, no thank you. Love you two but if these lips are getting any action tonight, it won’t be from either of you," Missy scoffed. "I am going to find me a hot guy."

“Good luck with that,” you snorted. “Most of the guys here are at least forty and married.”

“Never stopped me before,” your friend grinned.

“You are awful,” you laughed.

“Ladies,” came a voice just to the left of your ear, a voice with a British accent, something that had always been your undoing. You absolutely melted for an accent and British was at the damn top of the list. “Have we decided what we’d like to enjoy this evening?”

You glanced over and your breath caught in your throat. Jesus, where did this man come from? Eyes the color of dark brown sugar, and just as sweet, met you, resting above a rounded nose and two of the plushest lips you’d ever seen in your life. On top of his head was a crown of brown waves so thick your fingers wiggled, longing to touch them.

He cleared his throat, eyes still glued on yours, “Have you ladies decided what you’d like to enjoy?”

“How about you?” asked Missy with a wicked grin. “Are you on the menu?”

The beautiful Brit glanced over at your friend and laughed awkwardly, “I’m afraid not.” Those brown eyes locked onto yours again. “But I could definitely be persuaded.”

“Fish!” you exclaimed loudly, several heads turning in your direction. The smile he gave you made you want to ooze under the table, both from embarrassment and attraction.

Jesus, could you be more awkward? Why were you yelling at him? Your brain was failing you. You had lost all knowledge of how to form words, all the phonics you'd been taught in Kindergarten were escaping you. Oh my god...you needed to open your mouth and say something or this beautiful man was going to think you were a lunatic who just screamed random words at people.

"I'm sorry. I just meant to say that I have decided. I will have the fish," you said quickly.

“The fish. Got it,” he smirked, “but that offer is still on the table. I’m Joseph, by the way.” The air rushed from your body as he turned to your friends to take their order. Joseph, of course his name was Joseph. Right now that sounded like the best name in the world.

Missy sat, eyes wide, looking ready to burst while Tina’s jaw was practically resting on the tabletop.

“You know, we were just discussing who would be our midnight kiss,” Missy told him. Your foot lashed out at her under the table. She winced but was undeterred.

“Oh really?” Joseph queried, intrigued. “And is it too late to submit my name for consideration?”

“Of course not. Our friend here really needs a midnight kiss. If I’m being honest, she needs a good fucking.” Your face flushed red hot as Missy went on. “She hasn’t had one in months. Bad break-up, you know.”

“What a bloody git.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, confused.

“Well, you’d have to be a bloody idiot to have a girl as lovely as you and break up with her,” he clarified, bending at the waist, his lips so close to your ear, breath brushing over your hair. “If I was lucky enough to get you, I’d never let you go. You’d be mine, darling, all mine and I would make sure everybody knew it.”

"I...uh...oh Jesus…," you breathed softly.

"Unfortunately, I have to serve the rest of this group dinner but once that ball drops, I am all yours. See you at midnight," Joseph said with a wink. Taking your chin between his fingers, he turned your face to his, pressing those luscious lips against yours. But it was over too fast, only leaving you wanting more. “Consider that my interview for the job.”

You were grateful you were sitting because your legs turned to jelly. You sat frozen, your chest heaving, eyes wide, struggling to process what had just happened. Did that ungodly beautiful man really just kiss you and tell you he was coming back for more? Your body was tingling pleasantly from your head to your toes. You had never had such a strong reaction to anyone before...and especially not within ten minutes of meeting.

“Missy, you absolute jerk!” you shrieked, coming back to yourself, throwing your napkin at her head.

“What?” she asked innocently with a tinkling laugh and a shrug. “You do need to get laid and, come on. Hot British waiter guy? Joseph? Please. You should be thanking me for being so selfless and allowing you to have him. So, don’t make me regret it. You better ride that boy like a damn cowgirl, honey.”

You glanced at Tina for help but she just shrugged, lifting her glass to her lips, “I mean, he’s gorgeous. You know I don’t normally condone Missy’s behavior but…if you don’t get some with that beautiful man, even I am going to be pissed at you.”

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At 11:20, you snuck outside for a cigarette. The night hadn’t been as awful as you’d expected. The food was good. You were nice and tipsy now from all the free booze. Tina and Missy had found some good candidates for their midnight kiss. Now, you just wanted to say Happy New Year and go home to bed.

You’d caught sight of Joseph multiple times throughout the night as he weaved in and out of tables, dropping off drinks, food, and desserts. You watched him cleaning up, preparing for the dancing and the big midnight moment. But you hadn’t seen him in the last hour and you assumed he’d probably found some other girl in there. It wasn’t like there weren’t plenty of women in their twenties to choose from. He probably flirted like that with everybody. Whatever. It had all just been some fun anyway, right? It didn’t really matter. So, why did you feel so hollow inside over a guy you’d only had a short interaction with?

"There you are. Are you trying to sneak off on me before I get my midnight kiss, love?"

No way. You looked up to see him leaning against the door, his lips curved into a crescent moon. He made his way toward you, pulling his own cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one. Standing next to you, he propped one foot against the building, taking a deep drag before slowly blowing the smoke out.

"I assumed you would have found some other job to apply for," you said, pulling on your cigarette gently. "Lots of job opportunities in there."

"But only one job I feel like I am fully qualified for," he teased, twisting to the side so his shoulder was against the building. "Only one job that really seems perfect for my particular skill set. Have you ever seen the private sitting room here?"

"No," you said, shaking your head.

"Come on," he said, tossing his cigarette before taking yours and tossing it too. "Let me show you.” He took your hand, leading you back into the lobby, through the crowds of people dancing and swaying, and toward a dark hallway. You hesitated for just a moment, wondering if it was the smartest idea to be following a guy you didn't know to an isolated area. Joseph turned, one of his eyebrows raising. "Don't you trust me, darling?"

"I don't know you," you replied with a small laugh.

"Well, we're about to change all that, aren’t we?" he growled softly, tugging gently on your hand and any hesitation you had was gone.

He led you through a door into a spacious room. It was definitely fancy. A leather sofa sat against one wall with two squishy armchairs on the other side. A coffee table sat in the middle, piled with magazines for people to enjoy. A long mirror sat on the wall for women to check their make-up in before making their grand entrance into the party.

"Pretty posh, huh?" he asked, his tongue running along his upper lip as he closed the door, leaning back against it. "Employees don’t usually get to enjoy this space but I figured we could make an exception seeing as everyone is otherwise occupied with the festivities."

You laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, wondering what in the hell you were doing. This was exciting. He was exciting, but now you felt like an idiot. What were you supposed to do? You had no idea how to initiate...whatever this was. A one night stand? You'd never even done that before. Looking at him, you knew you'd be willing to give it a try though.

"You look nervous, darling," he mused, walking over to the couch and sitting down. He patted the space next to him. "Come on, love. Let's see if we can relax you just a bit." You hesitated and he laughed. "Don’t worry. I don't bite...well, unless you want me to, of course."

Holy shit. You were not going to make it. You swallowed down your nerves and forced your legs to move, one step and then another, over to him, sitting down slowly. You fidgeted with your hands, unsure what to do next. How did Missy do this all the time? This was so anxiety-inducing.

"There...now let's start slow. How about we practice a bit for midnight? We want to make sure we have it right," he said softly, his hand coming up to grip your chin once again. He leaned closer, so close you could feel his breath brushing across your face, the hint of the cigarette he just enjoyed invading your senses. His lips pressed against yours, his fingers moving into your hair, thumb tracing the back of your neck, and all your anxiety began to melt away. Hesitantly, you brought your hands up to tangle them in that beautiful hair you’d been thinking about all night and were delighted when he moaned softly into the kiss.

His hands moved to your waist, pulling you toward him until you were pressed against his chest. His lips traveled, moving along your jaw toward your ear and he whispered, "Climb on my lap, sweetheart." You obeyed, wondering who had taken over your body, as you straddled him. He held your face in his hands, pulling your lips back to his as he began to rock his hips. You gasped at the feel of him pressing against your aching center and began to roll your hips against him in return, moaning at the delicious friction it created. He pulled back, his lips nibbling along the sensitive flesh on your neck as he murmured, "That's a good girl."

"Jesus Christ," you gasped as his lips latched onto your neck, sucking the flesh there until it hurt so good.

Joseph grabbed the hem of your shirt, pausing, "We can stop at any time. Do you want to stop?"

"No," you whispered, knowing there was no way you were going back now. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"Happy to comply, love," he replied with a smile, pulling your shirt up and over your head. "Damn, you're beautiful." Then his lips were everywhere, pressing kisses all along your collarbone and your chest. He reached behind, unhooking your bra, dragging the straps slowly down your arms, that tongue darting out as his eyes took in the sight of your bare breasts.

You shuddered as his head dropped, his mouth wrapping around one nipple as he rolled the other between his fingers. You rocked your hips more frantically, overwhelmed with the sensations rolling over your body. You were overcome with a need to feel his skin, to see him bare. Grabbing his shirt, you tugged until he sat up, raising his arms so you could pull it over his head.

You paused, reaching out and tracing your fingers along his chest, the smattering of coarse hairs tickled your skin. Joseph shuddered gently under your touch and you smiled, leaning down to press your lips against his skin. He moaned softly and you were overcome with a confidence you'd never felt before. Reaching down, you unbuckled his belt and then undid his button before slipping your hand past his boxers to take him in your hand.

"Bloody hell..." he hissed softly. He grabbed your waist and lifted you to the side of him before lifting his hips to tug his pants down further. His hand landed on your chest, pushing you back onto the couch and then he was over you, taking your hand and leading it back to his cock.

His lips found yours again, his tongue slipped past your lips, wrestling with your own as your hand wrapped around him once again. His hands slid over your thighs, slipping under your skirt. His fingers played along the edge of your panties before moving them aside. When his thumb found your clit, you groaned his name, your grip tightening on him, your pace increasing.

"Fuck, love, you're so goddamn wet already," he moaned, slipping two fingers inside you, his thumb never leaving your clit, "and so fucking tight."

"Joseph...oh shit...oh my god..." you stammered, rocking your hips to meet his fingers as they explored you, testing every inch until he found the exact spot he'd been looking for. You shrieked, your back arching and he laughed softly, his fingers continuing to torment you by hitting that spot over and over.

You were struggling to focus, working really hard to keep working him but your hand kept stopping or slowing. You were lost completely in the haze of lust that was Joseph sending you to heights of pleasure you’d never known. He chuckled, his fingers locking with yours, pressing your hand away from him and down into the couch.

"Just lay back and enjoy, darling," he commanded. "Let me make you feel good."

"Jesus," you groaned, your hands gripping his arms, still capable of noticing the lean muscles there and it only ignited your desire even more. You drove your hips against his fingers again and again. Your stomach was knotting, your legs locked out as every muscle tensed. You were close. You could feel it.

Joseph’s head dropped, his lips coming next to your ear as he whispered, "That's it. Let go for me, sweetheart. Come all over my fingers. I know you want to."

"Fuck!" you screamed, your back arching off the couch as your climax erupted from you with visceral force. Jesus Christ. You'd never experienced anything like this before. Maybe you just hadn't had someone so talented before. You held onto his arms as if he was the only thing tethering you to this world as you rode out the waves of passion.

"I really need to know how good that tight little pussy feels around my cock," he said softly, fingers brushing matted hair from your cheek. "Are you okay with that?"

"Uhh...yeah," you managed, nodding. His words had shocked you to your core. But yeah, you wanted it. You wanted it more than you'd ever wanted just about anything in your life.

Joseph grabbed your skirt, yanking it off roughly, your panties quickly following. He pushed his own pants and boxers down, kicking them off before settling back between your legs. He gripped your hip with one hand, holding his cock with the other.

"You're certain?" he asked, his eyes finding yours.

"So fucking certain," you assured him.

Joseph guided himself into you and you both moaned at the sensation. Joseph’s hand remained on your hip, using it as a lever as he slowly filled you completely, allowing you time to adjust to his girth, before pulling back until he was almost completely out. He repeated the move and you whimpered with need.

"Faster...please..." you begged, lifting your hips to try to force him further in.

He smiled, plunging into you so hard your body jerked upward. Yes, this was exactly what you wanted. Joseph’s hips thrust fast and hard, your bodies slapping together audibly. He groaned, his eyes watching where your bodies connected, that tongue that you were already so turned on by, darting back out. It was poking out of the corner of his mouth as if in concentration and you fought the urge to grab it.

"Goddamn, you feel even better than I thought you would," he growled, one hand remaining on your hip as the other gripped the armrest just above your head. This new angle allowed him to thrust deeper, causing him to hit in a whole different, delicious way, his cock dragging along your walls with every move of his hips.

"Joseph...fuck, that's so good...don’t stop…fuck…" you groaned, your eyes rolling back. You wound your legs around him, pulling him deeper into you each time he thrust. Christ, you were already reaching your peak again. What magic did this man possess?

"Oh shit...I'm so close, sweetheart," he hissed, his thrusts becoming even more rapid, more urgent. His fingers dug into your hip harder and you could feel the pads of his fingertips bruising your skin but you didn't care. You wanted a reminder of this night. This night when you did something completely not you, something you would remember forever, something that was so beyond worth it.

A scream ripped from your throat as your own orgasm crested over you once again, your legs clamping around him, your muscles spasming. He thrust into you hard, his entire body going rigid as he cried out your name, hitting his own peak. You both shuddered as you came slowly down from the ecstasy that had been the two of you combined.

"Happy New Year!" you heard people screaming from afar.

Joseph smiled and bent forward, planting a long, slow kiss on your lips, tongue dragging along the bottom one. "I guess I got the job."

"I guess you did."

"Now, how do I apply to take you on a date?" he asked, his hands resting on either side of your head as he gazed down at you. “What are the qualifications?”

"What?" you asked, confused. You'd thought for sure this had been a hit it and quit it situation for him. "You want to take me on a date?"

"Yeah, I mean...we did this a little backward but that's alright," he chuckled. "We already know we're compatible in bed so we got that out of the way. Now we don't have do the whole awkward will we or won't we nonsense. How about I pick you up at seven tomorrow? Dinner?" He pressed wet kisses along your neck, sending a new wave of heat racing across your skin, his fingertips gliding over your hip. "And then dessert? I'm dying to know how sweet you taste."

"You've definitely got the qualifications and the job," you breathed, warmth spreading over you at the thought of spending more time with him.

#joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn stranger things #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #joe quinn fanfic #joe quinn fluff #joe quinn edit #joe quinn smut #joe quinn #joe quinn x fem!reader smut #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn x you #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x fem!reader smut #joseph quinn x you #happy new year #new year 2024

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drawthething · 9 months

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TinimmyWeek23

Day 1 - Secret/Barrette

BECAUSE ever since kindergarten he's had this belief system that Tina's wearing that yellow hair decoration thingy forever or it'd be the end of the world 😭

Anyways, belated birthday present goes well except that she asks him if he wanna wear the barrette for her and now he's doomed (cuz- cuz- how do girls tie their ponytails and- and- put things on their hair? SORCERY??)

#what do ya mean i can't make them kids have emotional attachment to hair clips??#tinimmyweek23 #tinimmy #bobs burgers #bob's burgers #tina belcher #jimmy pesto jr #bobs burgers fanart

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novankenn · 1 year

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"Jaune Gets A Gun AU - Day 2" Another Rival - Tiny Tina

Inspired by @howlingday's weapon posts.

Jaune: It looks like they have a pretty good selection over there. Maybe we can...

????: J-Baby?

Pyrrha/Ruby: J-Baby?

Jaune: (Turning slowly) I KNOW that voice.

Jaune: TINA?!? Is that really you?

Tiny Tina: In the flesh, babe. Who are these... ladies?

Jaune: They're friends of mine from Beacon.

Tiny Tina: They look a little more than friends, and I don't think I like it. Nope, nope, nope, don't like it one bit.

Jaune: Stop kidding around, Tina. What brings you to the gun show? Last I heard, you were going after another vault.

Pyrrha: Jaune, who is this?

Jaune: (Rubs the back of his neck) Sorry, introductions. Pyrrha, Ruby this is Tiny Tina. She's a...

Tiny Tina: The most energetic, kick ass, explosive woman in his life!

Nora: (From out of thin air) Blasphemy! I'm Queen of that Castle, Girl!

The quartet looked about themselves in confusion. Jaune, Ruby and Pyrrha actually expecting Nora to appear from nowhere...

Tiny Tina: (Cackling in a slightly unhinged way) Oh, bring it, sister!

Nora: (Again from thin air) Oh, it's been brought, and then some!

Ruby: (Moving to stand slightly behind Jaune)Jaune she scares me.

Pyrrha: (Watching Tina argue with empty air) How do you know her?

Jaune: Well, we were best friends since kindergarten, and then she kind of just left when she was thirteen.

Ruby: Why did she leave?

Jaune: Something about locating a great treasure that would prove her worth to me and my mom?

Ruby/Pyrrha : *Thinking* Another Rival!

Tiny Tina: So J-Baby, what are you doing here? Aside from looking for my badass booty?

Jaune: Take off the mask. It's creepy and cute... but more creepy.

Tiny Tina: Fine.

Tiny Tina: Better?

Jaune: Better, and to answer your question, I'm here to find a gun.

Pyrrha and Ruby take a step back as Tina just starts laughing maniacally. In fact, she's laughing so hard that tears start rolling down her cheeks. Jaune just shakes his head and then gives her a light, almost gentle karate chop to the top of her head...

Tiny Tina: (Rubbing her head and pouting) Hey, what was that for?

Jaune: You were doing it again.

Tiny Tina: Oh, sorry about that.

Jaune: No worries.

Tiny Tina: So what is this about you wanting a gun? Cause, I distinctly remember when I WAS trying to teach you to shoot, you were saying, and I quote... Knightly Heroes Don't use guns...end quote.

Ruby: That was a pretty good impression of his voice.

Pyrrha: And it is totally something he would say.

Jaune: (Rubbing the back of his neck) Well, I've been shown the error of my ways. So why are you here?

Tiny Tina: Just wasting time waiting for my flight back to Ansel... which I don't have to take now.

Jaune: How come?

Tiny Tina: (Leering Grin) Because you're here, J-Baby... and you are even more fine than I thought you'd be. So what do you think?

Jaune: About?

Tiny Tina: Getting groovy and giving this Queen some sugar baby.

Ruby/Pyrrha: *GASP* No... No... NO...

Jaune: (Laughing) Stop kidding around, Tina.

Tiny Tina: (Moves dangerously close to Jaune) Whose kidding... Hail to the Queen, Baby.

Jaune: (Swallowing) Hey, um, getting a little close...

Tiny Tina: I have to if I want to... umph!

Jaune watches confused as Pyrrha and Ruby grab Tina from each side and physically drag her away from him.

Ruby/Pyrrha: Enough of that bitc...

Jaune: Swear Jar! Both of you!

Tiny Tina: (Sputtering) What the f...

Jaune: Swear Jar for you too, Tina!

Tiny Tina: (Looks at Ruby and Pyrrha) Is he serious about that?

Pyrrha: Unfortunately yes... now IF you would be so kind as to take a long walk off a short...

Jaune: Hey, seeing as I'm looking for a gun, and you are like Ruby and really know your guns, want to help?

Ruby: But she was just...

Tiny Tina: (Pulling herself free of Pyrrha and Ruby) Would love to J-Baby. So where to first?

Jaune: (Rubs the back of his neck) You have any suggestions, oh and Tina.

Tiny Tina: Yes?

Jaune: It's nice you kept the ears...

Tiny Tina: (Blushing) Why than...

Ruby: Alright, let's try out the booths over there! That group looks promising, right, Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: Yes, right. It looks... promising.

Jaune: Hey, I thought you guys said it looked unpro...

Tiny Tina: Shut-up, your face, and let's get shooting!

Jaune stumbles as Tina yanks him towards the booth in question, while Ruby and Pyrrha have a quick and silent conversation, with an instantly agreed upon outcome.

Ruby/Pyrrha: *Thinking* - Tina must go

Around a corner, barely suppressing her rage, Emerald watched it all, and came to a very similar conclusion...

Emerald: *Thinking* - He... SHE will be mine... after I remove you three.

(Will Jaune survive this twist of fate? Can the Ruby and Pyrrha handle even more competition for their Blond Knight? Is Tiny Tina the prophesized challenger to Queen Nora's reign? Will this author EVER get back to making gun jokes?)

#jaune arc #ruby rose #rwby #pyrrha nikos #tiny tina #borderlands 2 #arkos #lancaster #topaz #tiny tina x jaune arc?#jaune gets a gun au

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clover-color · 17 days

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I'm just having fun👉👈

Fa for @lammy-art

They are sharing the fanart they got🥺

(I just read and know that she is Monty's cousin, So I drew them for them to share about their glasses boy🥺, Even though she doesn't really like Monty)

And...more🥺

He doesn't know the reason why she doesn't like him because he doesn't know that she's stuck in a loop💀

And I just read about John. He's so cute. I love him😭🩵🙏

I want to rub his head😭🩵🩵

#my art #kindergarten 2 #kindergarten game #kindergarten au #kindergarten fanart #kindergarten oc #my oc #not my oc #?#kindergarten adonis #kindergarten tina

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nutstickler78 · 17 days

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Compiling my german Zip headcanons!

Made These during school, so there‘ll probably be some mistakes as I‘m not supposed to even bring my phone 😝 (update: hi yes I ended up continuing and finishing this at home)

one of my moots lowkey motivated me to do this

Hope you enjoy this!

CW: Mentions of alcohol/beer, occasional swearing!

DISCLAIMER: These Are Just normal HCS, no x Reader or x Character.

Do not cry "you‘re racist!" As I was both born and raised in Germany.

Some of these are based off of things I as a german have experienced or heard.

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☆ I already mentioned this in another post, but she had her first drink of alcohol free beer at the whopping age of 12.

☆ Curses the ever living shit out people in German whenever she‘s really annoyed.

☆ Sneaks beer into school and only shares it with Oliver, Edward and SOMETIMES Miss Circle (Favorite Student privileges)

☆ I feel like Engel at least speaks German, so when Zip, Oliver and Edward are bullying Claire and Engel (as well, I‘m assuming), she‘d throw in something WILD in German and Engel is kinda like: oh that‘s not.. 😀

☆ LOVES Bernd das Brot

☆ She would totally know "Komm, lass uns tanzen." by HEART (alongside Chip).

☆ Although it‘s rare, she sometimes lets out her German accent. For example, she‘s currently rambling and ends up pronounce the German R

☆ Says digga even if she‘s speaking english. It‘s permanently part of her vocabulary.

☆ Dresses with more drip than your average German classmate 💀💀 and she definitely judges them too

☆ When she was very, very young (like around Chip‘s age which I‘m assuming is like 5), she was a HUGE Bibi Blocksberg and Bibi & Tina fan. Had a lot of merchandise of them that she would NEVER EVER share.

☆ Would purposefully draw the ugliest outfits on the characters from the Top Model Books and put the little sticker clothes that came alongside on to the most brutal and metal characters ever.

☆ Always had Satch pencil cases. Thought they wer boring and drew on them. Free canvas lol.

☆ Loves saying German jokes in English to Edward and/or Oliver bc they make no sense in English.

"Hey, hey, guys. Can I tell you a joke?"

"If it‘s funny, go for it."

Zip, who‘s trying to control her laughing "Okay look, Two Hunters met each other."

"And?"

"They both died." Zip bursts out laughing.

"That makes no fucking sense."

"IT DOES"

☆ I feel like she has a little notebook where she writes a bunch of dumb stuff down, including many, MANY German memes only Germans would get. Meine Mama, meine Tante, der kleiner-

☆ Always has that German candy on stock (only for Chip, the coolest little brother!)

☆ Can open a beer bottle with literally ANYTHING you give her (except if it‘s a weak material, then obviously she can’t.)

☆ Praises German lunch knowing damn well it sucks ass. She only likes it because they got a mini burger and chocolate Santa once in kindergarten.

☆ Finds the raw existence of Frankfurt, Berlin, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern and Bayern so hilarious for no reason

☆ Whenever Engel tries to say something positive in German (idk in what scenario he‘d do this, but imagine he would), she‘d counter react by saying something diabolical in Germany (technically you could count this in another hc I wrote down.. oh well <‚3)

☆ Knows a lot of kid shows, German or not, but always prefers (and often times only knows) the German version of them like; Sofia die Erste, Jake und die Nimmerland Piraten, etc.

☆ makes fun of American food (it‘s so processed okay 😭)

"Haha! Seriously? That Fanta is basically just chemicals! Your stomach will LOVE that chemical burn!"

"Please let me drink in fucking peace"

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That‘s all for now! Should I write a German Zip FF? It won‘t be romantic and honestly only contain Zip being a menace but in GERMAN

#fundamental paper education edward #fundamental paper education oliver #fundamental paper education zip #fpe zip #fundamental paper education #nutstickler78 writing #german zip #german zip propaganda

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gumballavocadoharry · 11 months

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Cupcakes and Rude awakenings:

It had now been a couple of weeks since Yn settled into her role as a teacher to a bunch of obstreperous children. She had one of the largest Kindergarten classes, but despite the little ones being overzealous at the most inopportune times, they were good kids and mostly well-behaved. Although, her idiosyncrasy traveled over into Mr. Styles classroom and his grasp on his kids. "Okay, who can help me count to ten?" He said with such childlike enthusiasm. "Me!" A bunch of little voices cheered.

A smile crept across Yn's face, hearing the tender voices from across the hall exclaim with such gaiety. She turned her attention to her own children who were anxiously waiting for their expected treat for being so satisfyingly behaved at the school library. But seeing the deep dimples sink into the former's cheeks and the little rasp he had whenever gentle words would fall from his lips and into the student's minds, made everything else seem foggy. Yn glanced over to her class, more focused on coloring their assigned pictures, than she was on them, she was shamed to admit.

Yn sucked in a breath and went back into her cozy class, and handed out the promised cupcakes. "Ms. Ln!" She turned to see Tina, one of her students standing there with Kyle, another one of her students. "Kyle cut himself." A sniffling Kyle showed Yn his finger that had only a little blood dripping. "Okay, thank you Tina. Come here sweetie, let's get you a band-aid." A black plaster with firetrucks designed to it, seemed to bring an assuage smile to Kyle's face. "Okay, now go enjoy your cupcake now." She said, noting how motherly her tone was.

A knock on the door gathered Yn's attention. "Hello Ms. Ln, sorry to interrupt, but can you take these files to Ms. Grigg?" Of course, Mrs. Bailey would ask. After all, no one wanted to step foot into the anathematized homeroom of the misanthropic witch who 'taught' her class there. The poor kids seemed like they were chained by their ankles to their seats, while Ms. bitc-, I mean Grigg gave her racking extensive lectures about nonsense.

Yn turned to her class, almost in despairing shock and choked out words her lungs stung too much to give a shot of air to. "Class, I have to go drop off some important papers to another classroom. Vivian, you're in charge okay?" Vivan was the most mature of the 23 kids she tended to. Her long hair that had two thick strands tied behind her head with a butterfly clip holding it all together, swung like a blanket out of the door frame along with her long tunic.

The heels of her flats clicked against the floor, as Yn goose-stomped her way into the dungeon of Ms. Grigg. She ricocheted a soft knock on the door, instantly getting the abominable teacher's attention. "Yes?" Her voice, loud, harsh and critical. "Um, Mrs. Bailey wanted me to drop off some files for you," Yn strived to have her tone sound confident, like she was not someone Ms. Grigg wanted to mess with.

But still the grisly woman snatched the files out of Yn's hand so hard, it almost made her fall backwards. Her eyebrows furrowed at the aged lady, who was sternly looking through the files. "You're excused." Ms. Grigg, nastily said. Yn was so disgusted, that she couldn't even give time to look at the children with her usual soft aura. Her jaw was clenched and her fist were unknowingly clenched as well as she stomped back to her classroom.

"Wasting time on such a nasty devil....I hope she gets fired," Yn mumbled all the way back. She was so consumed in thought, that she didn't realize she bumped into someone. "Oh I'm so sorry!" She looked and saw it to be a young boy who looked about 10 years. "It's alright." He chuckled before continuing down the hallway. Yn made it back to her classroom, with a more cooled down demeanor. She cleared her throat and calmly began teaching her class.

It was when the kids where in music class, that Yn was sitting alone at her desk, still disturbed by how impertinent a teacher who was supposed to have a cultivated govern on herself, could be. Her thoughts were broken after a knock on the door caught her off guard. Did a student forget something? She opened the door to find Mr. Styles standing there with two cupcakes in his hand.

"Hi.....I heard about what happened with Ms. Grigg....and I felt bad because I know you're new and.....well......no one should be treated that way," He held out the cupcakes for you. "If you would like, I had some leftover." Mr. Styles eyes were filled with question and wonder to if Yn would accept his peace offering.

"Thank you very much," Yn invited him in after taking the cupcakes. "These are delicious too!" She took a finger and dipped them in the chocolate frosting that was swirled over the yummy cupcake of the same flavor. "It seems like she's gotten worse over the years. She used to just hide herself away, only occasionally snapping people up, but this was......" Yn looked at Mr. Styles, wondering what he wanted to say.

She swore he mouthed "Your young," under his breath, but was too afraid to vocally express that. "Anyway, if you need help with anything....just lemme know." He got up from the mini desk he had taken a seat on and started to walk out. "Oh Mr. Styles?" He turned around. "How did you find out about.....well Ms. Grigg and I?" He smiled. "A nice student from her class told a group of us in the teacher's lounge. Apparently, you're known for being a very kind teacher and it hurt them to see you bullied like that.......and you know something? It hurt me too. You're a nice person."

He gave a friendly smile before putting his hand on the door frame. "Oh and please....call me Harry." Yn's cheeks blushed. Harry walked out to his classroom, and left her standing there infatuated. The heat in her body rose to the challenge, faster into her head and cheeks as they stung with the now pronouncing amaranth color. She cleared her throat and head before she gathered the scattered papers on the desks to organize for a project she wanted them to work on.

Yn heard soft hums chiming from Mr. Styles room. She lurked invisibly around the corner and saw him tiding up his classroom, hanging some streamers up on his walls as the decoration had fallen down during lunch. "Sunflower, my heart, wants you more than a melody." Yn swore she had floated up to heaven hearing his angelic voice tickle her eardrums. His sweet fleecy cords made a sweet shiver, shimmy down her back and melt into her belly. She tiptoed away into her own room and finished her tidying before it was time to pick the children up from their music room.

On the way, she passed Ms. Grigg with her desolate classroom, who seemed to perk once they saw the pretty jolly teacher skip past them. "Are those pants appropriate?" The crone croaked. Yn turned around and causally said; "Why of course. It's your lack of professionalism that's inappropriate." And with that, she continued down the brown colored hallway. Ms. Grigg's face was red from a mixture of humiliation and anger that a 'youngin' could speak to her in that manner in front of her class. Yn knew she would be given an even harsher time, now that she had spoken up on her own behalf.

But Ms. Grigg was just a nasty woman. So it wouldn't have mattered what yn did, the teacher would still find a way to be ruthless and petty. But yn, she had it in the bag. And she knew it would all be okay.

Once the school day ended, yn had her bag slung across her right shoulder and her phone in her left hand. "Quitting time," Yn turned to see the ash blonde Ms. Monroe with her items, leaving around the same time. "Yeah," Yn chuckled. "See you tomorrow." Her friendly disposition was a charm to everyone she would ever meet. Her eyes circled themselves to Mr. Styles, who's classroom was empty and the lights were turned off. He left for the day. Yn thought before heading down the steps of main hallway and outside to her car. She rubbed her temples before making a swift turn out of the parking lot and towards her apartment.

Today sure had it's ups and downs. It made yn question more carefully about next day's troubles.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles and yn #teacher harry #teacher #harry ❤️ yn #harry loves yn #harry and yn #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfictions #harry styles love #harry styles fic #harry x yn #harry x reader #troupe harry #harry troupe

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