#sunday i have a thing which means. very much dressed up. and i have plans sunday night too with my best friend lol
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Loose Lips and Big Feelings
Band Member!Azriel x College Student!Reader
Description: Azriel gets a little drunk and you take care of him.
Warnings: Alcohol?
Word Count: 2320
Notes: This is a little short but very cute. As always, this is part of the band au but you can read it as a standalone. Also I decided the boys make early Arctic Monkeys type music because imagining Azriel singing 505 sounds delicious. Hope you enjoy!
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The bar was already packed with drunk people by the time you arrived. It was so full you were surprised they even let you in, you had to take a deep breath, readying yourself before diving into the sea of people. Finding Azriel and his friends was going to be harder than you thought, you might have to text him again. The situation was somewhat nostalgic to the first time you set foot in this bar, the same night you met Azriel. It's amazing how much things have changed in a matter of months.
Someone was doing a cover of a song you recognized on stage, it almost made you want to hum along and enjoy it for a bit, but you needed to get to Azriel's table first. You couldn't really see the woman singing on stage aside from her striking ginger hair and blue dress, but her voice was truly amazing. You could definitely understand why everyone was so excited to see her. You'd have to ask Azriel if he knew her, maybe try to see one of her shows properly.
You hadn't actually planned on coming tonight, Azriel and the boys weren't even playing and you'd rather sleep away the week. In fact, an hour ago you had been sitting at your desk hoping to get enough progress on an essay so you could completely free up your Sunday to rest and lay in bed all day. But, when a mildly intoxicated Azriel texted you, asking you to meet up with him at the bar, you couldn't resist the offer.
It's not often he asks you outright to meet him, always so conscious of your hectic schedule and workload, even your recent aversion to social outings. So you couldn't really deny him the one time he actually did. You were also a bit curious to see what had him so excited, his happiness was extremely contagious, and admittedly a bit curious to see what he's like when he's drunk, if your intuition had been right then he was close to wasted when he sent you those texts littered with typos.
He had told you that they were sitting at the table by the big red poster, you were pretty sure you knew which one he meant, but unfortunately it was close to the stage which means it would be difficult to get to it while the performance was happening. You were caught between excuse me’s and apologies when you finally caught sight of familiar broad shoulders and luscious tied back hair.
Even when they're not on stage, they're hard to miss. Cassian is at least a head taller than the crowd, so even when he's sitting down you can always count on finding him. He's the first one to notice you as well, greeting you with a shout of your name, somehow audible over the music, and a big grin, as you keep trying to gently push your way through the crowd to get to them.
You find the three of them tucked into the sofas by the table Azriel told you about. Apparently being one of the performing bands gave you access to the best seats in the bar, you always got stuck with the regular chairs. As you get closer to the table you notice Morrigan and another girl you haven't met before were also present.
“You came,” Morrigan yelled excitedly as soon as you got up to the table. It seems they're all drinking tonight, the table is full of grins and flushed cheeks.
“I did,” you chuckle at the overenthusiastic greetings from everyone at the table. A familiar scarred hand reaches out for yours immediately, tugging on it so you would sit down next to him. It's not missed on you the eyebrows the gesture raises, you've learned that he's not always forthcoming with letting people touch or hold his hands so you're sure they didn't really expect him to do it so easily. They probably didn't know Azriel told you everything either.
The sofas were small so it was a tight fit as you sat down right next to him, having no other option but let your leg comfortably rest on his, the feeling of his rough jeans on your bare skin making you giddy for some reason. His arm comes around your waist straight away so his hand settles on the side of your thigh, pulling you even closer into him.
The gesture makes you look up at him, his face a lot closer than you expected, you could feel his breath hit your skin and if you moved even an inch closer your nose would bump against his. The smile he gives you almost takes your breath away as you let out a soft greeting, “Hi.” You're surprised he even heard you, if you weren't so close to each other he wouldn't have been able to over the music, but he throws the same word back at you, in the same whispered tone you used, as his smile widens, eyes not making any effort to leave yours.
“So this is Azriel's friend,” the girl you haven't met before says, with a tone that suggests she's heard a lot about you. The thought of Azriel or any of the boys telling anyone about you has your heart skipping a beat. Her voice also cuts through the spell you and Azriel seemed to be locked in, finally breaking eye contact with him so you can answer her. But, as you look back to the table, you become more than aware that everyone just witnessed your little moment and the smirks on their faces make it hard to play it off.
“This is Amren. She's our manager,” Rhysand explains before you have to ask, a shit eating grin growing on his face as he takes in the flushed state of yours.
“Nice to meet you,” you try to keep your voice leveled but even to your ears it sounds breathless. You swallow softly and try to move the conversation along as Azriel starts rubbing small circles over your skirt, “You didn't tell me why you're celebrating.”
“Rita just told us she's doubling our performances at the bar,” Azriel explains, a little slur noticeable in his voice.
“Really?” You turn back to him as he nods again with a big grin on his face. He looked really excited to share the news with you.
“She's giving us a raise too,” Cass adds, and then looks back at his mostly empty cup and then at your empty hand, “We need to get you a drink.” You stop him before he can get up. “I think I'll be the responsible one tonight and stay sober.” The disappointed reactions around the table make you laugh but also accept that you'd be the babysitter tonight, they were all bordering on wasted already.
As the night went on, everyone only got progressively drunker. It seems like since they can't usually drink too much when they have to perform, they took the opportunity that everyone was here to party as much as they could. Even Azriel, who you never really saw drinking, was talking and laughing like you've never really seen him. He's more of a quiet guy most of the time, preferring to listen rather than entertain. It was nice to see him let loose a little.
The bar was getting quieter since the performance had ended a while ago and the big majority of the attendees started filtering out shortly after. The only people that were still around were ones that were as drunk as your present company. You didn't really mind being sober though, Cassian had brought you some sort of juice so you had something to sip on, and as loud as they were, they were easy drunks to deal with.
Amren had left right after the performance ended with a warning not to stay up too late since they had practice tomorrow. You got the sense she wasn't too much of a crowded bar person but she seemed nice enough. After that everyone else seemed to leave one by one, you tried to keep track of them, not wanting them to end up in trouble as drunk as they were, but as you saw Morrigan making out with a pretty girl with long black hair on the dancefloor your worry subsided.
This also left you alone with Azriel, who has been a lot more talkative and touchy than he usually is. At this exact moment, he was telling you a story, that you lost track of about halfway in, and holding one of your hands in between his, as he played with your fingers, twisting and turning the rings you were wearing. He has also not made any move to sit away from you even though you were the only remaining people at the table, your leg really didn't need to be thrown over his. Azriel was a clingy drunk and your cheeks hurt from smiling at the realization.
You were pondering on how to stop him so you could take him home. It was getting really late and you've already gotten almost unreadable texts from everyone saying they left. He had also told you he had work today so he has to be exhausted. But you didn't have the heart as you watched him excitedly continue on with his story.
At some point, he notices you weren't really following along and just stops, tilting his head to the side slightly. Your smile only widens at the sight. “What?”
“You're cute when you're drunk,” you admit.
“I think you're cute all the time,” he retorts without missing a beat, making your face heat up.
You always had a hard time telling yourself to keep your feelings for him platonic, but between the boyish smile, the flirtatious comments and the lingering touches, it was getting close to impossible to achieve today. “And flirty,” you struggle out.
“Only with you.” Cauldron. You really needed to get him to sober up and take him home.
You get up to do just that and within ten minutes, you're out of the bar and waiting for an uber by the same empty parking lot you usually find yourself in when you come out. He's also a pretty obedient drunk it seems. All you had to do was grab his hand and he looked like he was ready to follow you anywhere your heart desired. You were so glad you chose not to drink because your heart was definitely giving you ideas and your brain was the only thing stopping you.
Azriel was still holding onto your hand and you honestly had no intention of letting go of him. You couldn't really take your eyes off him. His cheeks and the tips of his ears were flushed, the low lights of the bar hasn't let you really take in the sight. Some of his hair was sticking to his forehead and that same boyish smile hasn't left his face all night. No one should be allowed to look this good when they're drunk.
“Remember when we met here?” His words were starting to sound a bit clearer, maybe the cold air was helping him sober up a little or he was just getting tired. You think he told you he had work today and it was already late.
“Of course. It only happened a few months ago.”
“Feels like I've known you my whole life,” he says as he looks down at your linked hands, running his thumb softly over your skin.
“We didn't meet here though,” your voice seems to bring him out of his thoughts, his eyes finding yours, “You gave me back my keys when we were still inside.”
His smile turned a little shy at that. “I'm not sure that counts. I was running late and barely said anything,” he says rubbing the back of his neck, “I was beating myself up over it the whole show.”
“I…” you hesitate for a moment, unsure if he'll remember anything come morning. unsure if you'd want him to, “I was having a really bad day when we met, didn't even really want to come out, but I'm really glad I did, even though I got a massive headache out of it. If I hadn't come I wouldn't have met you. And I can't really imagine my life without you now.”
You tighten your hold on his hand and use it to pull him a little closer to you, close enough that you have to crane your neck back to be able to keep looking up into his eyes. “I think you came into my life at the perfect time, Azriel,” you smile up at him.
The emotion that crosses his face is so overbearing it's impossible to miss or confuse for anything else than adoration and… something more, something you've been trying to ignore for far too long. Gods, you really wish he was sober.
He raises his hand to cup your cheek softly, rubbing his thumb over your warm skin. “I think so too, princess,” he whispers, looking at you like he can't believe you're real. You've noticed the nickname only comes out when it's just the two of you and at times like this, when it seems he doesn't even realize he's said it, like he's been holding himself back from doing it regularly.
You could have stayed here, looking up at his beautiful hazel eyes all night, but it doesn't take long for a black car to come to a stop a few feet away from you, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts. You almost forgot you were still outside the bar, still needed to take this big drunk bat home. Taking a step back, you tug on his hand once again, so he can follow you to the car. “Come on, Azzie. We need to get you home.”
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The final part to the Wingman Wayne AU is here! (And I also decided to publish the whole thing on ao3!!!)
'You got somethin' you wanna tell me?' asks Wayne when he steps out of the trailer to join Eddie for a smoke, the door creaking behind him.
Eddie still can't believe how that man never fails to be one step ahead of him.
'Um... Can I um...' He clears his throat. He doesn't know why he's being so nervous all of a sudden – it's just Wayne, after all. 'We're having dinner together tomorrow, right?'
'Always on Sunday,' Wayne confirms. His perceptive blue eyes wander over his nephew’s face like he's concerned about something. Then, a strong hand lands on Eddie’s shoulder.
'You know you can tell me anything, right?'
Of course he does. He breathes out, thinks back to that excited look in Wayne’s eyes when he first gave Eddie that number. Wayne’s safe. Always has been, always will be.
'Can I invite my boyfriend?'
His uncle arches an eyebrow, deepening the lines on his forehead. 'Your boyfriend, huh?' he repeats. 'Is he named Chad?'
Eddie bursts into laughter. Of course he would react like that.
'No, he's not,' he answers. 'He's named Steve.'
'Ha! I knew it!'
Eddie only rolls his eyes; of-fucking-course this was going to happen.
'So I take it you wanna tell me you learned to never doubt your old uncle again, huh?’
Eddie snorts. 'Need I remind you that I only met up with him to stop your ridiculous matchmaking?'
'And now that you know how wrong you were ‘bout that one, you wanna apologize to me for bein’ as stubborn as a goddamn mule and beg me to not stop my matchmaking after all?'
'No, I very much still want you to stop that,' Eddie retorts. 'I'm actually planning to keep this one around long enough for you to never have to play matchmaker again. But you know what, Steve has this lesbian friend, I'm sure she'd love to be set up with a cute girl who “looks like a lesbian” to you.'
Wayne doesn't seem to register the sarcasm in Eddie's voice or the teasing twinkle in his eyes; he frowns, looking like he's deep in thought, before his face lights up all of a sudden.
'I met this nice young lady who works for the Gazette, she did some article 'bout the working circumstances at the plant a couple weeks back. Was real polite, actually listened to what we had to say for a change... I'm sure she'd get along just fine with Steve's friend.'
Eddie starts cackling. 'Don't let it get to your head now, old man.' He pauses. 'Or actually, maybe you should. You could become, like, the psychic of the gays. Earn lots of money with it.' Eddie wiggles his eyebrows as he says it.
Wayne merely shakes his head at him, but an almost invisible smile is tugging at his lips. Suddenly, he brusquely pulls Eddie in for a sideways hug.
'I'm happy for ya, Ed. You better keep your Steve around for a while, alright?'
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As soon as Steve arrives at the trailer, Eddie launches himself into in his arms and immediately gets himself a taste of the most delicious kind of strawberry known to mankind, because he might as well profit as much as he possibly can from the fact that he can actually do that now.
Steve gapes at him, his mouth hanging slightly open and his eyebrows raised in bewilderment. 'Dude. Did you just lick my mouth?'
Eddie shrugs. 'Tastes like a lollipop.'
It isn't until he takes a step back that he properly notices the parts of Steve that aren't his pink lips: he's wearing a dinner jacket and holding a bunch of flowers – which by the looks of it got mildly maimed by Eddie's enthusiastic greeting.
'What the fuck, Stevie.' It slips out before Eddie can help it.
'What?' Steve gives him another confused look.
'I mean, don't get me wrong, you're looking insanely hot right now, but... Why are you dressed like we're about to go to the opera?'
'Meeting the parents for the first time, gotta make a good impression!'
'You already met Wayne,' Eddie blankly points out.
'I didn't meet him as your boyfriend, though.' Your boyfriend. It feels fucking unreal to hear Steve say that. And judging by the way it makes Eddie's stomach all floaty and his mouth unable to stop smiling, it's gonna be very bad for that scary metal image he's been working so hard on crafting for himself.
'He's already, like, your number one fan,' Eddie says. 'You need to fuck up real bad to not make a good impression here.'
An adorably relieved look crosses Steve's face at those words.
Eddie squints at Steve's clothes, from the baby-blue button-down to the neatly polished fancy shoes that already got completely ruined by the muddy trailer park ground.
'Dude, you know where we are, right?' he says. 'Just – take a look around you. Do you think we are the kind of people that care about formal clothing and fucking flowers? We were barely able to fit a third chair around the dinner table, we're literally gonna be eating canned macaroni.'
Steve furrows his brows. 'Are you trying to scare me off?'
'No, I'm just giving you the facts. Because you look like you were expecting cloth napkins and, I dunno, maybe the Queen of England.'
'Not really. Just wanted to do it properly.' He shrugs lightly and suddenly seems smaller, like Eddie is not the only one who sometimes gets overwhelmed by figuring out this whole relationship thing they have going on. 'It's important to me. And honestly, your uncle deserves even more respect than the Queen of England, for getting you into my life, you know.'
And Jesus, if that isn't enough to make Eddie melt into a puddle right on the spot... He hopes Steve doesn't notice how rapidly he's suddenly blinking.
'So, you gonna take these or not?'
Steve holds out the flowers, almost hesitant, like he's half expecting Eddie to refuse them. As if he could ever refuse anything Steve would gift him.
'Why thank you, my darling,' Eddie says with a bow. 'You're actually the first guy who ever brought me flowers.' He lets his fingers linger around Steve's as he takes the bouquet from him.
A soft smile crosses Steve’s face. 'And you're the first guy I ever brought flowers to.' He still doesn’t pull his hands away, but instead leans in closer to give Eddie a peck on his lips. And maybe, just maybe, there's something about the whole thing – the jacket, the flowers, the sweetness – that Eddie could actually get used to.
'You wanna get inside and say hi to my uncle?'
'I'd love to. Can't wait to thank him properly for being the greatest matchmaker on earth.'
'Please don't tell him that,' Eddie says with a chuckle. 'He really doesn't need any more encouragement. I'm pretty sure he's already scheming to set up a queer dating agency or some shit.'
‘You should know by now I can hear everything you're sayin' from here!’ Wayne’s voice yells from inside the trailer.
Steve grins as Eddie grabs his hand tighter to lead him inside.
‘It wouldn't hurt you to show him some more support in following his dreams, you know,’ he mumbles to Eddie under his breath.
‘Jesus H. Christ, I can’t believe you’re already teaming up with him to bully me before you even met him!’
He should probably be mad about it, but Steve squeezes his hand and gives him such a precious smile that the only thing he can do is smile back at him.
Holy shit creating this silly little AU has honestly been such a wild ride thanks to all your reactions to it, i can’t say enough how happy all those notifications have made me and I still can’t believe there were SO MANY OF YOU who asked to follow along!!<3333
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#100% back on my bullshit for this last one#(the bullshit being a fuckton of fluff)#also i needed eddie being a lil weirdo and steve reacting to that with the exact face he made upon seeing the jazzercise instructor dude#for my own sanity#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#wayne munson#fruity ficlet
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୨୧ BLUE LOCK BOYS AS BFS pt. 2
ft. chigiri hyoma, reo mikage, & sae itoshi
tags. a bit of cussing, the use of “blackmail” in reo's part is used jokingly (no toxic relationships here!!), reader implied to have longish hair in chigiri's, gn!reader, all fluff ! / author's note. thank you sm for the support on the first part!!
CHIGIRI HYOMA
loves doing his haircare routine on you, and if you're too tired, he'll be a sweetie and do it for you! as much as he loves skincare routines, but his hair is his top priority.
tests new hairstyles on you and you pull every one of them off, but when he tries them on himself, he's upset about how they don't look as good on him as they did on you.
plays those random dress up games online, (gacha life) and makes you and him.
has disney movie night marathons with you! his favorites are definitely tangled, (totally not because he just wonders how she takes care of that much hair) frozen, the little mermaid, and lilo and stitch. sets up the couch with lots of pillows, blankets, and snacks to make sure you're comfortable! you end up not using half of them and just use him as a pillow the whole time.
wakes you up early (which you don't mind) on sundays so you guys can go to the local farmer's market. people running the stands compliment you two for being such a cute couple! chigiri buys lots of fruit while he's here, (he believes farmer's market fruit is the best, he's right) especially strawberries. he also likes going to strawberry fields with you to pick strawberries during the sunset.
would love to adopt a cat with you! (canon that his favorite animal is cats! sorry if you don't like cats) has a whole list of names planned in his notes app and a bunch of toys he plans to buy for the cat.
REO MIKAGE
a little cliché, but look at anything for a little longer than one second and he buys it for you. i mean, what else is he supposed to do with all of his money? if you could fill a room with all of the things he's brought you just because you looked at it, you would need multiple rooms.
his whole ‘hidden’ photos folder is full of silly photos he has of you just for a little laugh every once in a while. (totally not to use as blackmail and to send them out of the blue to you) truthfully though, he doesn't think you have a single bad photo.
has a dedicated section in his closet full of clothes for you whenever you stay over at his house mansion. (bro probably has a walk-in closet that could be a size of a small bedroom)
two words, staring problem. just having a conversation with him, and his eyes are burning into your face, carefully listening to every word as if you're giving a very important speech. (which you are in his mind) you could be talking to a friend across the room, and he will be staring and pouting, waiting for you to hurry and come back to him. point is, man is staring at you 24/7.
although you two are dating, still stalks you on social media. (shamelessly) deadass one day he got up to use the bathroom and he left his phone on the bed, and you decided to peak at his phone, (not trying to be noisy, just curious) and saw that he was looking at the instagram highlight you had that was photos of you. you never let him live it down and still tease him relentlessly to this day.
holds your hand anywhere, anytime. while walking, sitting on the couch and chatting, while you guys sleep, literally anything. the warmth of your hand brings him comfort and makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.
ITOSHI SAE
has a secret instagram account dedicated to you. posts all of his photos of you and the captions are just him ranting about how much he loves you. he blocks you to make sure you never find it because he's a little embarrassed. maybe he'll tell you about it one day though.
loves baking! his favorite thing to bake is muffins and bread, and let's you be the taste tester! request something for him to bake, and he makes enough to enjoy the rest of the month! if he ever needs to leave the house early for practice or meetings, you always wake up to a muffin, freshly cut fruit, and a note on the kitchen counter neatly set for you. on days he doesn't need to leave the house early, you wake up with breakfast in bed!
puts up with you and your shenanigans. hungry and too lazy to get up? he already prepared your favorite 10 minutes earlier. can't sleep? cages you into his arms and strokes your hair until you fall asleep. bag too heavy? he was already carrying it. you're the only person he'll put up with.
although the doesn't quite know how to express his emotions with words, definitely does with his actions. to physical touch, gift giving, and just spending time with you, sae doesn't let his inability of expressing feelings with words stop him from letting you know how much he loves you.
needs you to give him a kiss before you or him leaves the house for anything. these kisses last a little longer depending how long he'll be gone. if he's leaving for a trip overseas, he kisses you until you're breathless and pulls away every few seconds to murmur an ‘i love you’.
loves going on walks while it's raining with you. brings an umbrella and makes sure you're bundled up, you can't get sick on his watch!
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Bliss! You're an amazing writer that needs an Idea?
Since it's Easter! What about a Fluff fic of RE4R Leon and Reader doing an Easter Egg hunt, proposing to Reader with a Golden egg as the ring is inside! It sounds so cute😭
Idea is so vivid making me picture this and make fake scenarios before I go to sleep, but yes I love this idea!
This is so cute Leon egg hunting with the reader <;33
— Egg Hunting Proposal
Pairings: Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader
Summary: Leon takes you easter egg hunting in town square, he planned a secret proposal and you had challenged leon in finding the golden egg bc you get this amazing prize, and when he found it he called you over to him getting down on one knee….
Cw. Straight up just fluff, egg hunting w Leon who is dressed in a suit with bunny ears on, the reader admiring the cute children running around them and hunting for eggs, kissing, hand holding, and leon proposing to the reader in front of almost everyone all eyes on both of you. NOT PROOF READ!
Character Count: 10.7k
Waking up on a late sunday morning was never quite as pleasant and relaxing as it had been in the summer. Even if one didn’t have a very strict work schedule at the moment. The sky outside their large bay window, though still heavily overcast with dark grey clouds, was already beginning to lighten into soft pinks and oranges.
There were two things that could make waking up so much more tolerable than this. One would be a fresh cup of coffee and the other would probably be the smell of freshly brewed pancakes and bacon frying. As you turned around and stretched your arms above your head you noticed something missing from the bed besides the empty space. You sat up and looked around. It took you a moment or two, but eventually your eyes landed on a sticky note that was on the table reading.
`I went to get groceries, but I might be back and now cooking breakfast for you, love. <3 ` After you read the note you headed. out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen, which your boyfriend smiled at you, looking up from his spot in front of the stove. “Morning. Hope you slept well, my love.” You kissed him softly and nodded. “Mmm...it was good.” You replied. “Did you have any trouble?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
You shook your head and smiled warmly at him. He was an excellent cook who loved to learn new recipes, especially ones that seemed to appeal to his creative side. But, most importantly, he was always extremely kind and considerate even when cooking, just like everything else about him was. You loved that about him. “It was perfect actually.” you said. “Thank you, honey.” He added and gave you another quick kiss, then continued making breakfast. Your job was simply to keep him company while he cooked. Then he checked his phone and got a reminder that today was easter, which he had knew and also forgotten.
He cursed under his breath and looked up at you apologetically. You just chuckled at his silly expression. His face broke into a grin as soon as he saw the look on your face. “What is it?” You asked. “No, nothing…” he said with a smile. “Well then….what is it?” you asked again. This time he let out a sigh before answering. “I forgot that today is the day that we celebrate…” ‘’What do you mean by celebrate?” You asked. “Easter….you know….the holiday that everyone celebrates?” he responded with a hint of amusement in his voice and a small shrug. You couldn’t help laughing.
This wasn’t the first time someone forgot that Easter celebrated this day too, but it certainly hadn’t happened often before.
“Oh….yeah..I kinda forgot about it. What did you plan on doing?” He shrugged again. “I don’t know...maybe we could go to town square? Just to take a break and relax before the next long week of work.” He finished with a smirk on his lips, which you returned with a fond shake of your head and a sigh.
“Sounds great…” you said and leaned in to kiss him again. “Now eat up, baby, or it will be crowded by the time we get there.” You told him with a wink. That made him chuckle. He nodded and began cutting up his food.
After both of you had eaten and cleaned up the dishes from breakfast, they got ready to leave for town square, where people were already gathering. As the two of you walked hand in hand towards town center, they talked about what they planned to do during the week and whether or not they would do anything special with each other.
You found yourself thinking about how much you loved the feeling of your hand being held by his, intwined by a bond that cannot be broken. The two of you walking in the park, waiting for the egg hunt to start you were watching the children play and enjoying themselves immensely.
There were many different games and activities going on everywhere: there were games and games, and people running through the park chasing each other around, trying to catch them as they ran away from you.
At one point, one girl tried to throw one of her eggs into the air and catch it with the net attached to the end of a stick. She succeeded, but only after she fell down and scraped her knee. Her mother rushed over to her and helped her up. You laughed at the sight of the little girl’s mother fussing over her daughter, who was clearly embarrassed. You thought to yourself that it would be a blesssing to have a child of your own someday. Your partner must have sensed you thinking these thoughts because he squeezed your hand gently, letting you know he was listening.
A smile grew on your face at the thought of having a kid one day. When the egg hunt started a group of kids came sprinting past you on their way to their next target: a basket full of eggs. It reminded you of when you were little, yet you could still make memories similar.
The speakers propped around town went off `Egg hunt will begin in two minutes`, followed by a countdown of three.
All of the children ran back to where their family was standing and started playing. You and Leon joined meeting up at the plaza to begin, not having pay attention to the fact that Leon had been talking to the mayor.
After saying hi and taking pictures, you were on your way to the eggs when a little girl had gotten lost from her group and ended up behind you and beside Leon, who happened to be standing right in front of you. The little girl was holding a large stuffed rabbit, with its ears drooping sadly and its big sad eyes peering up at you. You felt like you needed to say something to comfort the child. “Oh...poor thing.” You said softly as you crouched down to her level and picked her up in your arms. The girl looked up at you with huge doe eyes and sniffled, “Thank you.” you smiled at her and put her back on the ground.
“Do you need anything else while you wait, sweetheart?” She grabbed both Leon’s and your hand leading you to the golden egg in the middle of the square. “Here, take this!” She offered Leon the egg. He took it in surprise and looked at it for some time. “Um…is this what you want?” you asked, looking back at the girl, nodding vigorously. “Okay…” Leon replied with a smile, tucking the egg inside his basket, as he went to do something.
You reached out to the child, but stopped short when you heard another voice behind you. You turned around quickly, expecting another little kid to collect her. It wasn’t, but Instead it was Leon taking the golden egg out of his basket lowering himself down on one knee as he faced the you. Opening the golden egg to a beautiful silver ring, looking into your eyes, “My heart, my soul, and all of my treasures towards the one girl I love. Would you marry me, Y/N?” He asked softly. You looked up at him, tears filling up the corners of your eyes.
“Yes!” you cried. You dropped to your knees in front of him and took his hands in yours, smiling up at him brightly. “Yes, of course I will, my love. Of course I will.” You answered. He smiled at you, his eyes filled with happiness. You wrapped both of your arms around his neck and stood up. As soon as you did he pulled you close and placed his soft lips on yours. Kissing him deeply and passionately.
You could hear the crowd cheering around the square, but all you could concentrate on was Leon.
You didn't care about anything else, you could have been kissing anyone, but you knew that it was him and only him that mattered.
He pulled you closer and you rested your forehead against his, smiling into his skin. Your hands moved up to his face and stroked his cheeks lightly. Your thumbs brushing across his slightly chubby cheeks before resting against the corners of his lips. He opened his mouth to speak when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.
Both of you separated abruptly, turning around, surprised that someone was there. The little girl from earlier had taken the basket of eggs from his arms and was looking at them with wide eyes as well as a shy and confused smile on her lips. You knelt down and smiled at her. “Hello, dear….do you need anything?” you asked. “Uh….no….” She mumbled, but still looking up at you with big round eyes and said, “Could you braid my hair?” You grinned widely and looked back at Leon who had a loving look on his face.
“Of course, why didn't you ask sooner!?” You exclaimed excitedly,Leon took the basket from you and you kneeled down in front of the girl. You carefully brushed her messy blonde hair, which reached her shoulders, to either side of her face. The little girl giggled at your actions and you couldn’t help but smile as well as you braided her hair.
Once done you let her sit on your lap as you tied the last knot with a blue ribbon you had brought with you earlier in case your hair was in your face. You stood up with the girl in your arms. “You have such pretty hair, missy.” You commented as you admired her braid. She nodded and then looked up at you with a grin.
As the three of you continued to walk down the street together, the little girl began talking, telling you about how fun it was to be here, and also explaining to you how much fun Easter was to everyone. You and Leon had listened carefully to every word she said, even though it was a bit hard for you to understand because most of the words seemed to come out of left field sometimes.
Yet, it somehow didn't matter because you didn't need to understand everything she was saying, just enough to listen to what she had to say until you saw her mom walking towards the two of you. “Thank you for watching my daughter, I was worried sick where she could have went!” the woman said as she gave you a hug. You patted her on the back and replied, “It’s no trouble, really, any parent would have been scared if their child disappeared.” She smiled at you and kissed her daughter on the cheek, causing you and Leon to smile too.
“So…where should we go now?” Leon said, grabbing your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, and giving it a small squeeze. You shrugged “We should be heading home and spending the rest of the day together.”
“Sounds nice.” Leon agreed and began making his way slowly backwards toward your house. Before you got too far ahead of him, Leon turned towards you and asked with a mischievous look on his face “How about we have a little getaway party?” You chuckled, raising an eyebrow at him “A little getaway party? That sounds like a lot of work…”
“Come on, you know you want to~” Leon smirked at you seductively. You stared at him for a moment longer before rolling your eyes playfully and walking faster so you could pull away from him. Leon laughed aloud and ran after you, trying to keep up with your speed, which you knew you could easily overtake. By the time you had caught up to him again, you both doubled over with laughter, and then you began walking back home.
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The Jealousy Playlist: That One Twice Song About Jelly.
Pairing: BLACKPINK Jennie x gn!reader.
Word Count: 1.2k
Genre: Fluff.
When you first started dating Jennie you felt a little out of place. She's so elegant, surrounded by her life full of luxury and her high-class friends, dressed in the best brands, going to events where she rubs arms with rich people.
But as time goes by, you start to get to know your partner more in depth, and so you realized that, in the end, she's just a normal girl, who would rather stay at home with her dogs, order food and watch Friends with you than go to a Chanel party. She's much simpler than you imagined.
Naturally, you feel more comfortable after years of dating her. But you do admit that you're different types of people.
You know what I mean, right?
Like nerds and populars, like elite people and middle-class people, those kinds of distinctions. Well, Jennie is refined, delicate, a typical popular girl, but chill and nice. While you're a gamer.
An addicted, smelly gamer, who disappears for days because you're playing Valorant, whose room is a mess, and who wouldn't react if their very famous, very hot girlfriend showed up naked in their room because you don't want to get killed in the middle of your perfect streak.
You're a gamer who fulfills every stereotype.
Is there a cliché of the cool girl who dates a freaky?
That's why when you met the other members of Blackpink, the click with Jisoo was instant. You two are just pixel junkies who prefer their favorite character in Genshin Impact over real humans.
Since you met, you passed your phone numbers to each other and started contacting from time to time to start a game of anything. Eventually you became very close, as you're always playing together on call.
On friday you went to visit Jisoo, brought your computer and both of you started playing League of Legends. Of course, before you went you let your girlfriend know that you were going to visit her member.
But when sunday came and Jennie went to get a pair of shoes from her friend's apartment, and it was you who opened the door, she couldn't help but get a little upset due to the fact that she didn't know you were there.
"What are you doing here?" She questioned entering the place and taking off her sneakers to exchange them for slippers.
"We're playing LoL, I had already told you." You commented simply.
"Yes," she stated, turning to look at you "on friday you told me you were coming to play LoL." She clarified.
"Yes." You nodded your head.
"You've been here since friday!?" She exclaimed, somewhat frustrated.
"Yes." You repeated.
Let's see, you weren't planning on staying at the older's house for three days, okay, but you didn't think your girlfriend was going to mind either. I mean, you and Jisoo got together to play League of Legends. It doesn't get any less sexy.
The worst part is that now Jennie was mad at both of you and was telling you a lot of things, but you and the blackhaired girl were too sleep deprived to be able to pay attention to her.
Is that a red flag?
You can see Varus in her face.
You ended up gathering your things and going back to her apartment. The moment you walked in you went straight to throw yourself on the bed and fell sound asleep.
You woke up the next morning, barely understanding anything, but you put the pieces of the previous day together one by one.
You were playing League of Legends with Jisoo, you were having an amazing winning streak, you are an amazing Varus, but Jisoo as Rengar is out of this world, she should be playing in the world championship. You had just finished another victorious game and there was a knock at the door, to which your gaming partner, vaguely, already very blinded by sleep and the amount of hours of playing, remembered that your girlfriend would go to get a pair of shoes for some reason. You opened the door and after seeing you, she got mad, and then you ended up here.
Oh, and you haven't had a bath in about four days.
You got out of bed and rummaged through your partner's closet to find some of your clothes left there from other times you've stayed. Finally gathering enough, and a towel too, you headed for the bathroom.
As you left the room, you saw your girlfriend sitting eating breakfast at the kitchen counter, she glanced sideways at you for a moment, but then diverted her eyes to her food.
"I'll take a shower." You notify, but no one responded.
Now clean, you went out and sat down next to her, who was now on the couch. You stared at her, but she was too determined not to pay you any attention at all.
"Jennie."
There was no response.
"Jen."
...
"Love?"
Nothing.
"Did I do something wrong?" You asked in an innocent tone, almost scared or disappointed in yourself.
Jennie turned her head towards you, with a concerned and tender expression on her face.
"No, my love..." she hastened to say, but cut off her own sentence "yes, yes you did do something wrong." She sentenced, as if she had remembered something just then.
"But," you began "I can't apologize to you if I don't know what I did wrong."
"Y/n!" She exclaimed, incredulous "You really don't know?"
"I really don't know." You assumed.
"You stayed three days in a row at Jisoo's house and didn't even tell me." She explained.
"Yes I did tell you!" You protested.
"The first day! You forgot the part where you stayed 48 more hours." She attacked back.
"We were playing, I didn't realize." You explained, softly "Sorry." You added.
"It's not enough."
"Why?"
"Because..." she sighed, stressed "What if you fall in love with Jisoo because she likes the same things you like?" She expressed nervously "My sexy partner spent three days in a row at my sexy friend's house, alone! Anything could have happened." She added.
"Jennie, no one thinks I'm sexy." You said expressionless.
"What are you talking about?"
"All I talk about all the time is games and gamer gear, I never leave my house, I dress in the first thing I find, which sometimes doesn't match, and if I walk too fast I get very agitated and sweat a lot." You explained, to which she made a face of dislike "The day I met you, I told you about the complexity of the Zelda universe and confessed that I've gone as long as eleven days without a bath because I wanted to complete a game."
She brought her hand to her face, covering her mouth, pretending to get emotional, then wiping away a fake tear.
"Baby, that's so hot" She replied sarcastically.
"I know you love me, God! I'm so damn lucky you love me, I'm thankful everyday because someone like you cares for me so much, I would never dare to lose you." You confessed "And less for someone like Jisoo, babe, I've seen that girl pick up takis with her toes to her mouth just to not let go of the joystick." You made a disgusted expression.
"You're right." Assumed your girlfriend, as if falling into reality again now that she was no longer blinded by jealousy.
She moved over to you and hugged you, kissing your cheek, then snuggling up to you.
"But let's be honest," She spoke again "you're an attractive gamer, okay?" You smiled at her observation "You have the most beautiful face and the brightest smile. Honestly, you could be nastier." You both laughed.
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okay, i may have exagerated it a little bit, but this was so fun to write. the idea of jennie dating a weird dirty reader for some reason was so cute to me, this is a representation to the smelly part of the gamer community, okay?
sorry if you don't identify as a bathless, antisocial gamer, i still hope everyone likes it<3
—ica.
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For the Drabble event would you be willing to do the first I love you? I love your writing.
As We Grow
Summary: About how Austin and his best girl said those magical three letter words to one another. Plus the origin of their famous catch phrase.
Contents: MAXIMUM FLUFF. Mentions of past trauma. Gooey feelings. Sleepy Magnus. Crying. Awesome Austin (per usual)
A/N: Hi Beautiful Humans! How are you all? Ugh I missed you! Alas, I’ve been trapped in the claws of college. BUT, since I’m on break and writing up a storm I will try and get out as much as I can while I’m off, and also write some things I can put on auto fill when things get crazy.
I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday. To the Anon who suggested this sorry about the wait babe. AND to any one else who requested something I’m working on it babes. BARE WITH ME.
Any who please enjoy the fic!
P.S Everyone feel free to PLEASE comment and reblog. Also send me letters with ideas and prompts. Love hearing from you all! Much Love! *hugs*
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You were sitting on your couch writing in your black leather planner, in it was your to-do list of all the mundane things that needed to be done in the upcoming week.
It had proven to be quite effective and useful in helping you to manage the events and such that went on in your semi-chaotic life.
And as old as you felt admitting that you had a planner in the first place, you felt even more old due to your current choice of outfit and music.
Sitting in your large house pink house dress with matching pink house slippers. Your hair was wrapped up in a silk headscarf and clear kitten framed glasses adorned your face.
In the background, the R & B station on Spotify played Saving all my love from the Whitney Houston album, while the scent of lavender and eucalyptus essential oils filled the air.
It was Sunday which meant self-care and a little bit of life management. Today you'd woken up and gotten brunch with Phoebe, Alex, Alana, and Beatrice. After you and a eager Magnus went to the Totem to go and browse, which you ended up buying a book for yourself and bought two books for Austin. Then you treated yourself to a nice hot shower and a full head to toe skin care routine.
And now you were where you were.
Earlier in the day Austin had texted you to let you know that he probably wasn't going to be able to come over to watch re-runs of Grey's Anatomy while eating take out Thai-food like the two of you had originally planned. And even though you were disappointed a bit.
You understood.
Every since the two of you had started dating about three months ago, you understood that there were some days and times that you unfortunately may not hear from Austin due to him immersing himself into his work and preparation for Elvis. It's something he'd been upfront about in the beginning of your relationship, about how the process of him doing this role wouldn't exactly mean it would be a cakewalk for you guys. But within being a creative yourself mixed with the rather intense feelings you felt for Austin, you decided that you'd be in this for the long haul as long as you could be.
In the middle of Wednesday's list you heard the buzzer ring.
Frowning in confusion you got up, being followed by the patters of your scary purple onesie dressed guard dog, Magnus.
You weren't expecting anyone.
Going to the intercom you pressed the button speaking, " Yes? "
" Delivery for the most beautiful girl in the world." The voice familiar voice hummed through the box. The bright smile that invaded your face was wide and the involuntary skips that your heart did paired well with the warmth that filled you body.
Deciding to be a tease you replied, " I'm sorry but I think you have the wrong place. Have you tried apartment 3A. The young lady that lives there is quite beautiful and very stylish so it seems." You joked referring to your downstairs neighbor, Gladys Reed, who was a older lady that you'd befriended after a creepy encounter with another neighbor of yours. She was sweet and always looked out for you. She also always complimented you and Austin whenever she seen the two of you.
And you know what they say about an elder approving of a couple.
It's good luck.
" Well. As beautiful as she is and as nice as that vintage Chanel may look, between me and you I think I you got her beat, baby. All seven days a week and twenty four hours in the day." He chuckled back, " Now let me up so I can see that beautiful face."
Giggling to yourself in glee, a short, " Okay." Squeaked out, hitting the button that allowed Austin in.
It was only a matter of seconds before the knock on the door came and you ripped it open practically launching yourself into Austin's arms who was quick to sit down whatever was in his hands and happily catch you, securing his hands under your ass to hold you up. You both spoke quick little hi and hellos before you sealed your lips on his.
A fat wet kiss was placed on his lips followed by the depth he poured into it and the move to push the two of you up against a nearby wall, while he let his tongue nudged at the bottom of your lip until you let him in. Tiny moans could now be heard from you that resulted in the grip he had to your ass tightening.
With the door still wide open you could feel things heating up in many different places. Only the small thunderous barks and incessant feeling of paws hitting yours and Austin's legs pulled the two of you away.
Separating you smiled down at Magnus along with Austin who greeted him, cheeks red with embarrassment, " Hey Mags. Sorry man didn't see you there. What's up." He offered slowly setting you back down. Earning a enthused bark of a response, Austin laughed before turning his attention back to you.
" Well I guess you really are trying to compete with Miss Gladys. Huh, baby." He commented as his eyes raked you up and down.
Truth be told he thought you looked quite good. Like someone's fine wife...or mother. The last half of his thought made his chest flutter, because if things kept going the way they were he could see all those things down the line for you two.
Instantly beginning to feel self conscious you quickly offered to go and change into something more age appropriate and appealing. But your efforts were halted, " Uh uh, no. You seem cozy and comfortable, babe. Which makes me feel comfortable and cozy. You look good." He reassured leaning down to peck your lips before smirking, " Sexy even. Besides, long time ago I used to have a thing for older woman, so this might be doing it for me a little bit." He wiggled his eyebrows at your causing the two of you to begin a laughing.
Cheeks heating up you had to remember the spark of curiosity you had when he came in, so you asked, " So, Mr. Delivery man what'd you bring me? "
Looking at you he motioned with his head to follow his gaze to the wall by door and down. And when you looked you seen the pretty medium sized plant in a brown pot with a nicely tied pink ribbon around it sitting on the floor.
Your face scrunched in thoughts and nerves, " Babe, what is this? You know that I don't have a green thumb. At all." You reminded.
And it was true, every plant you'd gotten over you lifetime had always ended up the same way. Dead.
Even the Cacti you'd tried to take care of had found themselves being welcomed into the glory place where all the rest of your plants rested, otherwise known as the trash.
Like you literally watered a cactus like once...maybe twice a month. So it astonishing to you how you managed to keep a puppy alive ... and not a plant.
" This..", Austin went over and scooped up the plant in hands bringing it over to you, " is our love fern." He stated holding it out.
Taking it cautiously, you bafflingly looked between the nice sized plant and Austin sheepishly smiling," Our..love...fern." You parroted looking at the amused face Austin held.
He nodded, " Yeah, baby. It's our love fern. I got it because you said you wanted one last week when we were watching that Matthew McConaughey and Kate Hudson movie." He reminded you of the little comment you'd made when the two of you had been snuggled up watching How to lose a guy in ten days.
Then light bulb went off in your head and your eyes widen in playful disbelief, " BABE! I WAS JOKING! You didn't have to actually go out and bring a poor plant back here to practically sentence to death." " You gawked at him laughing.
" We'll I'm not. There are two reasons why I bought this lovely thing . First, because although I know that you, my love. Are no Mother Nature, I have a pretty good track record of being able to keep plants alive. And I figured that if you have it here at your place, then I'll have a absolute reason and responsibility to come and see you and Magnus at least twice a week. Plus I'll teach you how to care for it when I'm not here, honey." He explained glancing over to the puppy who was enjoying himself on the couch happily lounging on your abandoned blanket.
When your eyes met his again you noticed how serious his face had turned. They captured yours in trance making sure there was no where else for you to look, " And the second and most important reason I bought the plant is because.." He started, using a hand to grab both of yours. He secured them ontop of his own hands that rested on the pot.
You unconsciously squeezed them making sure that you had a firm clutch as the two of you held up the pot together.
" I also bought this plant because, I love you. I love you Y/N L/N. So much. That's something I've been wanting to tell you since I met you three months ago. And as this plant will surely grow everyday...so will the love that you and I have for each other. " He paused, " That's if you feel the same way of course." His eyes looked hopeful and pleading at the same time. Like his whole entire being was resting on what'd you say next.
And unbeknownst to you....it kinda did.
By now the waterline in your eyes was threatening to spill and this overwhelming mixture of joy and fear overtook your body all at once. Joyful that the man that you did in-fact love, loved you too. But fearful that while, yes, he did love you, for how long? How long would he love and enjoy you before he decided that he was done and ready to leave like so many other people in your life had.
Pulling you out of your thoughts Austin had moved to take the plant out of both your hands and set it down on the floor next to you. Moving in closer he held your face in his hands gently lifting your head positioned to the floor, up to look at him.
As soon as your eyes locked the tears started flowing and you couldn't hold it anymore, " I love you too Austin. I-I really do." You almost whispered, the worry on his face seemed to only half melt when he seen that you weren't done with your proclamation, " But I'm scared. " You confessed.
His voice was soft in concern, " Scared of what, baby?"
His attentive tone made you feel even worst and you began crying a bit harder causing him to coo pulling you into his chest, resting his chin lightly on your head while soothingly rubbing your back. " You're okay, mama. You're alright. Just Breathe." He affirmed helping you along.
It seemed like the two of you stayed like that, forever in the moment.
Him basking in the feeling of you against him, and you relishing in the music that was the beat of his heart. You had slowed your breathing down to match it.
It wasn't until you had pulled it together and found the strength to just be honest and say what you needed to say, " I'm afraid that you'll love me for as long as you want and then leave me once you get however and whatever you need. Or find somebody new. I'm not saying that you would do something like that, Austin. But you're not the first person to say those three words to me, and then utter the other two. Good bye."
Sighing, he hated hearing that this was even a doubt in your mind. Not because he was offended or he thought you didn't trust him, but because it made him upset that people in your past hadn't had the courage or god given common sense to take care and cherish you, like he planned to.
So in comfort he posed his own question, " What if you decided to do the same thing? If you find some other guys that could fulfill your needs of cuddles, tacos, and bookkeeping? Huh? What would happen then?" He asked.
Without hesitation you went, " Austin I would never, ever, EVER. Leave you for someone else you know that." You sniffled.
Tenderly pulling you closer he responded, " And just how you would never, I would never. I know that others haven't treated you the way they should have. But baby I am here to stay as long as you want me. And if that just so happens to be forever. Then dammit, you better believe I'll love you forever and always. " He stopped chuckling a bit, " Hell, I might just follow you into the beyond, baby. And love on you there."
His comments laugh. He made you feel so at peace and loved. You felt warm inside and outside of your body.
Pulling away you went to look at his face which his instinctively reached out and wiped some stray tears off of your face, offering a somber smile, " Well okay then. Let's do it. I'll love you Austin Butler. Forever, always and beyond." You affirmed smiling.
Nodding in excitement he said, " And I too will love you Y/N Y/L/N. Forever, Always and Beyond. No matter what." He concluded swooping you in for a kiss that tasted salty by the mixture of your tears and some of his. The two of you had kissed plenty of times now, but with each kiss still came that gooey feeling. And you never wanted to let it go anywhere.
Minutes whirled by you two being wrapped in each other before Austin was picking up the plant to try and help you find the best place for it.
Deciding that it'd thrive best in your bedroom window where it was in line of direct sunlight and your eyesight. You now lied snuggled up with Austin's arms securely wrapped around your body while he big spooned, and felt the little movements Magnus made in his sleep from his position at the foot of your bed.
Together the two of you watched the sun say it's goodnight and moon say hello when Austin made a comment in your ear, " Now, baby. No matter what happens. You have absolutely got to remember to help keep our love fern alive. I mean it, now. Don’t let our love fern die." He warned kissing the shell of your ear.
Just then a corny reference to the movie popped in your head and you couldn't resist, " But, honey. What if it decides it wants to go to sleep? " You teased.
Chuckling along he responded with a, " Absolutely not."
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* Reference from Movie :) *
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Old but good; analyzing Genos in the aftermath
I can't get over the fact that Genos actually went out his way to titivate himself up for Saitama for their spar.
I would call it seduction tactics when he's trying so hard to dress up nicely in collared shirt that shows his black and sleek looking arms, his nice neck and is thin enough to glow through. All tricks on table when it comes to getting into sensei's favour. Anything that works, like being catty or dressing up well or showing his power. Then later discarding said tactic when it didn't actually work out for him.
Hilariously enough, the one thing that actually impresses Saitama enough to comment about is his noodle eating ability, which only leaves him confused as to why it would be impressive enough to be called awesome over. Not his battle prowess like his impressive showcase of power and maneuverability and neither how handsome he looks, though I'm fairly sure Saitama did take note of that (who wouldn't?).
Afterwards Genos looks visibly stumped over how to even get into Saitama's favour and you can see it from his expression even. Either the poor guy doesn't know what to do because Saitama is hard to read or he's visibly disappointed in himself at how poorly this "get into sensei's good graces asap" is going, not knowing he's already well on his way to do that. Meanwhile Saitama is dying from noodle overdose while Genos ruminates on different tactics.
Either Genos is a poor liar because it's no longer lunch time and he doesn't need to digest food either, or he made up a poor see-through lie on the spot just to gauge Amai-mask and his reaction, who just kind of helpfully came along so Genos could further showcase his ability to Saitama by kicking this A-rank guy in the curb fast.
What I also cannot get over is how the leaflet for this particular noodle restaurant just happened to appear magically in Saitama's room, then Saitama went and tested them out, thought they were tasty and brought his disciple there to eat with him despite not having money and it just so happened to be a spicy noodle contest day so they got theirs for free.
You know the guy is satisfied with the outcome when he comes back with a smile plastered all over his face or he's just smirking about something.
He has to be satisfied with how he handled Amai-mask and possibly made it seem like he kicked his ass seven ways to sunday and very swiftly. If disappointed that he didn't actually get to fight the A-ranked hero in the back alley, he doesn't let it show probably because he wanted Saitama to think that he's strong enough to handle A-ranker and he seems pleased with himself how he actually handled the Amai-mask situation in general.
It is harder to fathom why he chose on that bridge that he would choose to go and live with Saitama, after mulling over Amai's words of being expected great things. Maybe he really did think that in order to get the secret out of his sensei, he would have to be as humanly close to him as possible. And in order to get strong enough, he would really have to take that leap and just go live with Saitama so he could study his day-to-day life as close as possible, in case he missed something.
When he comes back, he's prepped himself as well as he possibly can and even slaps down so much money that there's no way a sane person could refuse insane amount of "rent" money like that.
Let's not pretend Genos would think Saitama's apartment rent costs that much, he says nothing to Fubuki about Saitama squatting later on in the manga, which means he knows about it and Z-city ghost town portion is basically empty of citizens anyway. Genos just planning out that he's gonna have to pull out all stops again in case Saitama refuses.
I love that the only thing Saitama asks Genos to have is his own toothbrush because he's learned the hard way about tooth decay, so it would be important enough to remind the younger guy to have important utilities like that at the ready. With that much money on the table, least the guy won't ever go hungry or any other needs like clothing or utilities even if Saitama was unable to suddenly provide a place for him.
It is funny though that at first, Genos surprised Saitama who was eating ice cream in nothing but his pyjama bottoms but only a mere 5 days later Saitama is completely comfortable with Genos presence to lounge around in nothing but pyjama bottoms. Maybe because Genos has already seen him naked, so there's little to hide and Saitama is just not very body-conscious besides his bald head. Saitama is happy to roam around in nothing besides body paint haha.
Somehow, not conciously at ease but still at ease in this kind of conflicting way that he's not consciously very keen on having Genos around yet and doing things like writing, after taking his disciple to a bathhouse and giving him spare keys, he's physically comfortable to just lounge around.
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Interpersonal Chapter 4
Heh. I'm not going to spoil anything, but things start to get spicy this chapter.
A couple weeks later, you were putting up with a particularly slow day when your computer pings with an email. You pull it up and see that it’s an invitation to some sort of event. You forward it off to Mr. Onceler, not expecting to hear about it again. He gets a lot of these requests and so far, he’s ignored every single one of them. So you’re surprised when he comes into your office moments later, asking you to clear his schedule for Thursday and Friday so he can attend.
You pull up his schedule and hasten to reschedule and cancel his appointments for those days, trying to avoid his eyes. Despite your agreement to forget what had happened, every time you see him, you’re reminded of it, and more often than not, the memory causes your cheeks to become enflamed. You’ve also caught yourself staring at him all too often, which both annoyed and confused you.
“Anything else you need from me? Travel ticket?” you ask, still attempting to be diligent with your job, no matter how awkward you felt.
“No need. We’ll just take my private jet,” he shrugs. The sentence is casual enough, but a few words catch you totally off guard.
“Wait a minute, pause. What do you mean, ‘we?’” you ask. He looks at you in confusion.
“You’re coming with me, of course,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Hope you didn’t have anything important this weekend, we won’t get back until Sunday.”
“No, that’s fine. I can come,” you mumble. “So, I’ll get two train tickets then?” You’re desperately trying to distract him and make him forget about the other thing he said that you didn’t particularly like.
“No, I told you we’ll take my plane.” Dammit. No such luck. You squirm uncomfortably.
“Do we really have to fly?” you ask desperately, abandoning all sense of pride.
He raises an eyebrow at you, looking highly amused. “We won’t get there fast enough if we take the train,” he points out. “You’re not scared of flying, are you?”
You sigh. You were hoping to avoid this topic. “I’m not overly fond of it, no,” you reluctantly admit.
He chuckles, and you attempt to glare at him, but he puts his hand over yours and your brain completely short-circuits. “Don’t worry,” he reassures you. “I’ll be with you the whole time, nothing’s gonna happen.” He begins to walk back to his own office, leaving your hand cold. “Don’t bother coming in tomorrow, I’ll pick you up at your place around nine. Plan for four days.” With that, he exits, leaving you to process your new weekend plans.
To distract yourself from overanalyzing his hand touch, you pull up the email again to try and gauge how fancy this is going to be. After you scan the invitation, you find that it’s a charity gala. Okay. So very formal. Which means you were likely going to be completely out of your element. Great.
You were also questioning why the hell he needed his PA at a gala he wasn’t even hosting, but you suppose that point isn’t worth arguing. It was very much in your job description to accompany him to events. You just hadn’t realized those events would see you rubbing shoulders with some of the richest people in the country.
Before you leave for the evening, you make a pit stop at Mr. Onceler’s desk. He’s working on some form of paperwork, but immediately looks up and puts it off to the side as you approach. You try and ignore his very obvious delight as you pull up a chair, instead doing your damndest to focus on the questions you had. “So, dress code for this? Black tie?”
“Yup,” he clarifies easily enough. “Do you have something or do you want me to bring you anything?" The question is asked with no judgment, but it nonetheless makes you squirm as you're reminded just how damn wealthy these people are, and that you absolutely don't run in the same circles.
"I should be okay… but maybe grab something just in case? I'm not exactly in familiar territory here," you say.
"It's really nothing to worry about," he promises. "Just a bunch of people trying to prove that they're more philanthropic than whoever they happen to be talking to. Just stick by me, you'll be fine."
"You say that, but you do realize the most formal event I've ever been to was my senior prom, right?" Your tone is light enough, but your words were 100% sincere. "This isn't exactly something I'm going to be comfortable at, even if you tell me it's no big deal. It's a big deal for someone like me."
"I promise, it's going to be fine," he reiterates. "All you have to do is show up, look pretty, and stay on my arm all night if you're really that nervous. I'll even pay for all your drinks."
"Oh, that's all I have to do?" you tease. Despite everything, he has managed to drastically improve your mood, and you can't resist the opportunity to slip into your easy banter with him. "Looking pretty is not as easy as you think it is."
You're fully expecting him to tease you back. You are not expecting him to snort and mutter, "Trust me, looking pretty is the least of your worries." You feel your cheeks flush crimson as you try and figure out the meaning behind that. Was that an attempt at a compliment? You really aren't sure. But before you can do more than open your mouth as you flounder for words, he beats you to the punch. "I don't want to keep you here all night. I'm sure you have packing to do."
"Oh… of course," you stammer as you collect your things and what remains of your dignity and begin to leave. You've nearly reached the door when you remember to say, "Good night, sir."
"Good night." You don't turn around, but you feel his eyes staring at you until you exit the room and shut the door behind you.
Well. It was going to be a very interesting weekend, that was for sure.
The next morning, as you wait in your living room for him to show up, there's a honk outside at 9 a.m. sharp. You wheel your hastily-packed suitcase behind you, but stop short the second you open the front door.
When he'd said he'd be picking you up, you assumed that meant he'd be driving. But you've learned Mr. Onceler is never one to do anything small, and this is clearly no exception; he's shown up in a whole ass limo, complete with a driver waiting to hold the door open for you.
"Allow me," he says when you get over your shock and manage to make your way down to the car. He relieves you of your luggage before opening the car door, and you receive another small shock when you actually do see Mr. Onceler. For the plane ride, you'd opted for comfort and were only wearing leggings and a T-shirt. He's sitting there in his usual green suit. You feel totally underdressed, which is ridiculous seeing as you're going to be on a God-forsaken plane.
"You weren't expecting me in business casual, were you?" you ask, just to confirm, as you slide in next to him.
"Nah, whatever makes you comfortable," he shrugs. "I'm just most comfortable in this." You suppose you can't argue with that, although you are questioning who the hell felt most comfortable wearing a suit of all things. That seems rude to point out, so you just stay silent as he opens a mini-fridge next to him. "Champagne?"
"At nine in the morning?" you ask with a raised eyebrow.
"Relax, if you want to be technical with it, it's a mimosa. That makes it classy," he defends, giving you that smile that always makes your stomach jump. "Besides, I thought you could use a drink before the flight. Help with your nerves and all." Once again his logic is sound, and you accept the drink he offers you without further complaint.
"How long of a flight is it?" you ask after a couple of minutes.
"It'll take up most of the day,” he replies, watching you closely to gauge your reaction. "We should get in around six, then we'll go to the hotel and not have to do anything until tomorrow."
"And what time tomorrow should I be ready?"
This one he has to think over. "I'd say seven, to be on the safe side," he decides. "The thing doesn't start until eight, but we should leave early in case there's traffic." He doesn't mention it, but there's also the implication that you might need to change to meet the standards of the event.
The car comes to a halt moments later, and a quick look out the window confirms you've come to an airport hangar. You down the rest of your drink in one gulp to avoid turning green.
He gestures for you to exit first, which you begrudgingly do. Now you're forced to confront the plane, which looks way too big considering it was only carrying two passengers. Seeing the flying metal death trap instantly makes you queasy and you stop dead in your tracks, closing your eyes and taking several deep breaths in an attempt to calm down.
"Hey? You okay?" His voice is a reminder that you aren't alone, but more than that, you're struck by the sincerity lacing his words. When you force your eyes open, he's looking at you with genuine concern and even some worry.
"I told you yesterday, I don't like flying," you grit out.
"You said you weren't fond of it. I think this goes a bit beyond 'not fond' of something," he points out.
You huff out a breath of frustration at yourself. He was completely right of course. You'd tried to downplay your fear yesterday, and now that decision was coming back to bite you in the ass. "Fine. I am utterly terrified of flying," you admit. "Once we get to cruising altitude I should be mostly fine, but takeoff and landing…" You trail off as a shudder wreaks its way through your entire body as you remember your horrible fear from the very few times you've flown.
He's still looking worried for you, but seems to have made his mind up about something: you recognize the look on his face from when he's made a particularly difficult decision at work.
He comes up beside you and slips one of his arms around your waist, holding you to his side securely but not being restrictive about it. "Nothing's going to happen. I'll be right with you the whole time," he murmurs. Normally, you'd never allow this, seeing as he's destroying all sorts of boundaries, but at the moment, you couldn't be more grateful. Any support you can get while flying is welcome, and his quiet confidence, steadiness, and reassurances are offering you an unbelievable amount of comfort.
You allow him to lead you to the base of the stairs to board the flight. He's forced to release his hold on your waist since there's only room to board one at a time, but he stays close behind you as you climb the stairs and dart to the nearest available seat in the cabin.
The interior doesn't look at all like you're used to, closer resembling a hotel suite than a commercial flight. The seat you're in is wide and comfortable, and there are no seats next to you. Instead, there's one directly across from you. That's the seat Mr. Onceler takes, allowing for that sure, steady presence to still be available for you.
However, now that you're physically on board, your fear starts to settle back in. You have to grip your own hands tightly to stop them from shaking, and you can't stop your eyes from darting over to glance out the window every few seconds.
"Stop looking outside," he gently chastises you. "You're only going to freak yourself out worse."
"I know, but I literally cannot help it," you manage to get out through gritted teeth. The plane begins to move, and you let out a whimper as your knuckles turn white as you grip the armrests.
He's now looking around frantically as well. You have no idea what he's searching for. He only stops when he looks down, his eyes fixating on something. "It'll have to do," he mutters before he grabs his own tie and begins undoing it with quick fingers. "Lean towards me," he orders.
"What are you-"
"Just lean over here!" he says with such force you can't help but obey. The second you're close enough, he wraps the tie around your eyes, effectively blocking your vision. "There. Now you can't look out the window," he says smugly as he knots the fabric just below your ponytail. You'd respond with a thanks, but now you're shaking for a whole different reason. Being blindfolded by his fucking tie feels entirely too intimate, even if it's for an innocent reason. You're also smelling pine and bergamot, a scent that over the past few months you've come to associate with your boss. You've never smelled it so strongly, and it's never smelled so good before.
"Give me your hands," he says quietly. As if acting on their own accord, your hands unclench themselves and blindly search for his. He grasps your hands in each of his own and fuck…
Whenever you'd touched his hands before, he always had gloves on. Always. But in the time it took for him to blindfold you and take your hands, he'd removed his gloves, thereby removing another barrier between the two of you.
And as dangerous, as stupid as this was, you can't find the capacity to care about these walls coming down. No, if anything you're secretly celebrating, which is ridiculous.
The plane gives a horrible lurch just then, and you're guessing it's left the ground now. You jump, your hands twitching in his before he squeezes them tighter. "Breathe," he reminds you, and you can't help but let out a horribly embarrassing, breathy little moan at his words. His mouth must be right by your ear; you can feel his breath on your neck. The fact that you can't see is pushing your other senses into overdrive, and intentionally or not, he's taking full advantage of that fact. "Relax, I'm right here, nothing is going to happen to you," he continues to murmur into your ear. And the more he speaks, the more you want him to…
He reaches behind you and removes his tie, and you have to blink a few times to get used to having your sight returned to you. "We're at cruising," he informs you. "You alright?"
"Y-yeah," you manage to gulp out as you try and calm yourself down. You'd had a visceral reaction to what he'd done, and having it end so abruptly was a bit shocking to you. You were also desperately trying to sort out exactly what had happened.
The problem with sorting yourself out was that it required being honest. And if you were being honest, that meant you'd have to come to terms with the fact that you'd wanted him to kiss you. You wanted him to kiss you so fucking badly. You were upset he hadn't. And that was so wrong of you to feel.
You shouldn't be feeling anything but friendship with your boss. But you've started catching yourself occasionally wanting more before you chastise yourself harshly. You absolutely should not have a crush on your boss. But despite your best efforts, you think you might have developed a crush on your boss.
Said boss stands up just then, and you can't help but follow his movements. "I'm gonna go take a nap in the other room. Care to come with me?" he asks as he starts making his way to the back of the cabin.
He wasn't asking what you thought he was, right? You're definitely inventing innuendos he didn't mean just because your own mind is 100% in the gutter at the moment. But best to double-check, just in case. "Are there two separate beds?"
"Nope," he says casually before disappearing into the other room.
…Was he seriously propositioning you to sleep with him?!
Before you can even wrap your mind about what just happened, he pops his head out the door. "It's a king-sized bed. There'll be plenty of room, don't worry," he says before shutting the door for the second time.
You wish you were able to put up even a modicum of resistance. But in reality, the only thought going through your head is, what the hell. Can't possibly make the situation any worse!
Besides, you actually are tired. Packing had made it so that you stayed up much later than you were used to the previous night. Getting more sleep would be good for you.
At least that was the excuse you were going to use to justify following him into the back room only moments later.
Inside, there was that king-sized bed he'd talked about, topped with a thick black comforter. Mr. Onceler was sitting on one side of the bed, and he'd changed out of his green suit into a much more understated white T-shirt and gray sweatpants.
Goddammit. You acknowledge that he's always been good-looking, but then he had to go ahead and choose now to look normal and approachable instead of a billionaire entrepreneur. And you think this more normal version of him was even better looking than before.
He looks up when you enter the room. "Do you want to change into anything first?" he offers. "I don't know if you noticed, but your luggage was brought in here before we left. You could get into something more comfortable."
"This is fine," you insist. You usually go to sleep in a tank-top and shorts, but you were absolutely not getting into any size bed with him wearing a tank-top and shorts, especially not now when you have no self-control.
You climb into the opposite side of the bed as him, staying as close as you can to the edge of the bed. You've also ensured you're facing away from him as well. "Sleep well," you mumble before you allow yourself to drift off.
"You too," you hear before you fall into sweet nothing.
When you wake up, you're snuggled up to something very warm. You're too comfortable to move at the moment, but you suppose you could open your eyes and start attempting to come to full consciousness.
But when you open your eyes, you're staring into something white, which confuses you. You didn't remember anything white on the bed. Nothing except for…
Oh. Oh no.
As you come to be fully aware, you realize you're enveloped in what feels an awful lot like arms. You don't want to confirm anything, but you have to look up.
And sure enough, there's the sleeping face of Mr. Onceler right there. Even though you'd started on the very ends of the bed, you'd somehow both migrated to the middle and gotten tangled up in each other.
Before you figure out what the hell to do, he opens his own bleary eyes. "What time is it?" he asks sleepily before seemingly noticing you for the first time. He starts right at you, wide awake now, and quickly pulls his arms back as his face turns scarlet, but you can hardly blame for that. You're sure your own face is crimson by this point as well.
"I need you to not say anything, and roll over," he requests, his voice strained and rather higher-pitched than normal.
"Why-?"
"Please, just do it," he asks again, now refusing to meet your eyes. You're still confused, but you'll do as he asks. You bring your leg up when your knee brushes against something hard and oblong-shaped.
Well. Um. That happened. And fucker ain't little.
You both freeze and slowly look at each other, both of you looking mortified. Suddenly your brain turns back on, and you jump out of bed, making a beeline for the door.
"Wait!" he calls just before your hand touches the knob. You pause, but refuse to look at him. "Agree to never speak of this again?" he pleads.
You finally turn to face him. "Agreed. This never happened," you say before slipping into the main cabin, leaning against the door and breathing heavily.
How in the ever loving fuck were you supposed to spend a whole weekend with him and act professional after that? Death take you now. It's the only solution you can find.
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Upper East Side || A.U || Frankie Morales
Chapter 13: After Party
F!Reader x Frankie Morales
Word Count: 4.3K
Warnings: abusive parents, childhood memory flashback, ptsd, abuse (summary at the end if you’d like to skip) drink roofi,
Authors Note: been so long since i’ve updated UES, but one shot life has taken me away. planning the rest of the fic is making me so sad and writing this chapter was really hard, i fucking HATE NINA. there’s not too much of frankie in this one, but i promise he’s very much in the next. just you wait .
i love you all. anyone who reads my stuff, who has supported me through this process. you mean the absolute world to me💝
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Sundays with your family was never something you vouched for as a kid. You woke up, you did what you were told, you obeyed, you surveyed your parents emotions. Hyper aware of your actions. You cleaned, you cooked, you were a caretaker to yourself.
After so many years with the relationship of your parents berating itself, your relationship with your mom, everything falling apart. You never really knew what set her off, hell you never knew what would set your dads anger off, but there was something with your mom that would make her see red and you would never understand.
A distinct Sunday, you walked downstairs to greet your parents, and she was staring out the window, blank faced. You sat next to her, no words said, just hoping for her peace today.
“Pretty morning, mama.”
She nodded her head, “Yeah I already went for my run, the weather is perfect. You should go on yours now.”
She always did this, she always made you go on fucking runs, to appease that ‘her child isn’t gaining weight’.
This morning, you were tired, you just started your period and you were bleeding heavily. The last thing you wanted to do was go on a run, you didn’t want to have to say hi to people every time you passed them. You didn’t want to fidget with your headphones not falling out. You hated running, she always forced you to work out on your own terms.
“Mama? I’m on my period and I feel nauseous…”
“You know that’s not an excuse, you know the rules.”
“I know you’ve said that but please today I’m in so much pain, I’ll take on extra chores for today, I’ll dust all the rooms-”
“No, and because of that you’ve yourself another hour of running… do you want to defy my rules? Fucking try me you fucking little shit.” She seethes, she urns back looking out the window, simmering down.
You look away from her, shoving your head down into your arms, you didn’t like crying infront of her.
“And try running to your father, he only agrees with me. Look, we love you honey, we want the best for you, but we need you to be healthy and thin, like the good girl you were raised to be.” She gets up, “Speaking of which, let's get on the scale before you leave.”
“What?”
She grabs your hand, pulling you to her bathroom.
“Mama no… mama please no…” You cry, “You know that I don’t like this… please mama don’t make me..”
“It’s the rule to stay under 150 Lbs! You know that! Fuck..” She huffs, “We’ve been so relaxed with you lately, you need to have healthier habits. You can’t keep eating the way you are.”
She punts the door open, you're sobbing at this point, begging your mom to not make you on the scale.
“No! Fucking get on!”
“Please mama, please I’ll do better. I’ll be better for you, I promise, for you and dad. I won’t be bad anymore..” You plead, slobber slipping all over your face.
She plants your feet on the scale and you immediately shut your eyes, never wanting to see the number below you. Seconds pass.
“Well you got a fucking one way ticket to missing homecoming next weekend.” She tuts.
“What, no please mom!” You look at her.
“NO ARGUING! You wont fit in your dress anyways and it’s your fucking fault. We paid all this money for this beautiful gown and now YOU HAVE GAINED WEIGHT! So during your night, you’ll be coming with me to the gym and no fucking complaining… I hear a sound, your phone is mine for a week.” That shuts you up.
All you can do is stare at her, the pain leaking from your mouth. You’re frozen in time, and you can only focus on the tears not slipping from your eyes. All the pain and hatred boiling in your heart, the monster of fear is right in front of you and you can’t move. You heave, gasping for air. All you want is to hold your mom, you want someone to fucking hold you, but there is no one.
“Fucking get a move on, or I’ll give you something real to cry about.” She spits. And you do.
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Your scream, your blood, your body shaking out on stage. You prepared for your last performance with Frankie, you were ready to give the performance everything you had in your body. And everything went as fast as you expected, but as you were walking off stage you could’ve sworn you saw your mom in the audience, so many faces to look at, but you could see yourself in the crowd.
You stayed stagnant in the wings of the stage, your body following into full blown shock. You couldn’t get a full view of the person you saw but somehow you knew she was in the same room as you. That pit feeling you got as a kid about you mom, her moods. You knew she was there.
People were talking to you, tech crew telling you what to do and where to go, but you couldn’t think. Everything was muffled, nothing made sense. You couldn’t scratch out of your skin faster, you couldn’t run away, you couldn't go home. You couldn’t leave, you just had to stay.
Immediately you snap out of it and rub your hand over your heart to calm yourself down, you have to finish the night out.
“Are you okay?” A stage manager comes up to you, “Do you want me to get a director?”
Fuck the last thing you want is for Frankie to see you like this, or any of your teachers. Nothing could help you get out of this.
“No,” You choke, “I’m fine.”
Your reassurances, sets the stage manager back in place, calling the shows last cue, and bows are finally in check.
Mattias runs off stage, and he finds your hand, bracing yourself to see the audience again. You hear the room erupt into cheers and the standing ovation begins. He pulls you onto the stage, your eyes fade, the fuzziness creeping over your body. It’s your turn to walk up to the apron and bow, feet following another no daring to look anywhere but your feet. You were happy how loud the audience was, but you needed to leave, you needed air. Applauding the tech crew and the audience you run off stage quickly. You needed time to collect yourself before you ever thought about going outside to greet anyone.
You smeared the blood off of you, you slipped out of your costume, put everything back to where it was, shaking as you moved. You couldn’t rid this fumble in your body. You prayed Frankie wouldn’t walk in, you didn’t know how he would react to your unresponsiveness.
“Bitch! Get out here! We gotta go sign some playbills and then we're off to the club!” Mattias shouts into your room.
The tears come to a halt and you wipe away your face before he has you in view. You can do this.
“I just finished cleaning and hanging my shit, come with me and we can find Laylah… go to the club!” He holds your hands, wriggling his body.
Honestly all you want is to hurl into a bag, but that would do too.
“Ok let me grab my bag, I’m right behind you!” You cave. All you had to do was forget about your mom.
You clear your nose, and shut off the lights to your area. You’ll always remember this oasis you had, the memories with Laylah, Frankie, your first show here dear to your heart.
Mattias opens the door to the outside, and not just from last night… there are more people. Cameras flashing, screaming from all sides of the street. There are paparazzi, cars scrolling by screaming you and Mattias’s name. As you walk by with him, singing playbills and posing for cameras, seeing all these beautiful faces, you think about Frankie. You’re one step closer to being with him after the party.
Moving down the line, the men with the camera’s move with you. It felt good, you felt excited and the dip in your heart is gone.
“Excuse me ma’am, ma’am! You can’t be here!”
Before you turn, you hear a backstage official yell to somebody, the conversation going on behind you.
“Who do you think you are, screaming up on that stage?”
And there you are, in front of what could’ve been hundreds of people, seeing you go eye to eye with your mom. Mattias pauses behind you. You knew it was her, that exact hair color.
“You call that a performance?” She screams at the crowd, pointing at you, pulling you apart, “Here’s my fucking daughter all the way in New York City.” She screams.
You hadn’t seen her in years, by choice, but she was here? What on god's earth would persuade her to see your performance. She looked much older, being alone hasn’t taught her anything. Her hair looked dirty, she looked disheveled, and she looked lifeless.
“Ma’am I need you to please step aside..”
“Look at you baby, look at you whoring yourself out for all these broadway roles.” She laughs, “Didn’t think the person I raised would go this far into Hollyweird, you’re sellin yourself to the devil you hear me? Skanking yourself out just to make some money? I mean fuck..”
Some Broadway official grabs one of your moms arms, yanking it back, she has this beady look in her eye, you know she hasn’t had her fill with you yet. She wanted this to be public so she can let the public see the real you.
“Mom please don’t do this here, please I’ve worked so hard for this.” You plead, you can’t freeze, you can’t shake, you just deal. You go back to your roots. “Mom, why are you here?”
“Want the world to know how fucking selfish and useless you are? Wanted to see how ‘good’ of a life you think you got up here. Well here’s a fucking wake up call sweet cheeks,” She steps up closer to you, “ You ain’t able to make it in the world without me, I came here today to take you back home. Where you were raised right, where you belong.” She grabs you, and Mattias holds you back, his hold on you stronger than anything on the stage.
“Babe? Who the fuck is this?” He asks.
“No one lets fucking go.” You snicker, you have never been more infuriated in your life.
He follows you back inside the theater, you can still hear your mom yelling like the psychotic bitch she is, and behind closed doors, you can’t stop the shaking. You don’t care if Mattias saw you like this, you needed Laylah.
“Get Laylah, find Laylah please Mattias.”
“Ok baby, I’ll go find her.”
When he left you and you were finally alone, you gasped for air. That really was her. Your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you. Your hands couldn’t control themselves, you couldn’t remember anything except your name, all you needed to do was throw everything up.
“Oh I got her, I got her.”
“Babe, are you okay? What’s wrong?”
You look at Laylah with your eyes spilling liquid, “She was here, she was fucking here Laylah, the whole crowd saw, Papparazzi saw, fans saw. I can’t… move. I don’t know what to do.” They slipped down to the floor with you, they put their arms around you and Mattias followed, all holding each other in a ball.
“I don’t know why she came, I don’t know why she’s here, I don’t know how she found out I was even in this.” You ramble.
“Ok calm. Do you feel safe right now?” They ask.
“Yes, you’re both here, that's all that matters. I just can’t process everything right now. I don’t think I can move from here.”
“Ok we can wait here then, we won’t leave until you want to.” Mattias soothes.
You could stay in the corner with those two for an eternity. You wanted Frankie too, but you didn't need to burden him with your life, you didn’t need to have him worry about you in any capacity, when you were already putting both of your careers in jeopardy. They both held you so close, and this was a moment in your life you would pocket. Two people you hold dearly in your heart, that you would never let go.
You felt your phone buzz, you had to check it to see if it was Frankie, but it wasn’t, it was an instagram notification from Frankie. Your heart dropped. Mattias’s phone buzzed too.
You open the app at the same time, a post of you two bowing together on the stage.
Captioned: “The Macbeths”
The past couple months working with these two have been an experience of a lifetime for my career. I couldn’t imagine anyone else in these roles. The stars of the new generation.
“Didn’t know he liked me that much.” Mattias giggles. Laylah looks at you and they look happy, they weren’t that shocked when you told them about you two, seeing the instagram post proves how much he cares about you. How his page is now two posts of you.
Your heart dropped but you're happy too, this is what a teacher would post, he’s proud of the work he’s done.
New Message:
Frankie: Comin to the afterparty at the club? Leaving with the guys, I have another surprise tonight for you baby girl.
Fuck, the afterparty.
“Do you guys want to go to the afterparty?” You chip up.
“No, not without you and I’m not leaving you.” Laylah.
“No it’s okay, I think I can go. I’m okay. These few minutes I needed but I’m good now.” You weren’t lying, you didn’t exactly want to stay here forever and be the buzzkill of the night. You all had worked on this play for months, and if you missed this you would hate yourself more.
You would get to see Frankie, and just by his presence that would calm you down and make you forget the whole night.
“Let's go, I wanna go. Do I look okay for a club?” You ask.
“You always look okay baby, I’ll get a cab.” Mattias gets up, holding his hands out for you and Laylah.
You collect your bag and jacket, fixing your hair. Trying to prepare for the rest of the night. You and Laylah follow Mattias to the other end of the theater, where fans won’t be, getting inside a cab and decompressing.
“Rumpus room please, on East Houston and Elridge.” Laylah tells the cab driver.
You text back Frankie,
You: Laylah, Mattias and I are on our way, be there in 10.
Frankie: The guys and I already ordered some drinks, want anything?
You: I’m okay, keep your hands to yourself tonight pretty boy
Frankie: Make me
You: I promise I will. That picture you posted, it’s beautiful by the way.
Frankie: I know, someone in it that is.
You: Hey what about Mattias?
Frankie: He can be too, but my girl owns the world.
You: What’s your special surprise tonight?
Frankie: I wanted to take you somewhere again, not my house tonight
Where else could he take you? You were getting worried he was spending too much money on you, but that was a battle for another night.
Laylahs playing hype music, and you feel the warmth in your blood again, nothing to worry about.
“How many people do you think will be there?” You ask.
“I mean the whole school kinda show’s up to things like this, so there could be hundreds.” Mattias answers.
Maybe you could slip away with Frankie unnoticed.
You guys arrived outside the club, and people were cheering for you both, never receiving this special treatment, but you did check behind your back to make sure your mom wasn’t there, just a precaution. And once you walk in there was this whole atrium, almost a room so big that you could fit people in it for a concert. Bodies everywhere left and right. Some people you recognized, but most you’ve never talked to. Mattias and Laylah were by your sides, Bryce weaving through people to find Laylah. As you walked in, more eyes feel your way and hands started clapping, a DJ found a spotlight on you both, finally going over a god mic,
“There's the winners of the night, let's have a round of applause for the Macbeths!” Whistles and yelps were spread everywhere, Mattias hugged you and a wave of happiness spread through you. You did this, you had the power of an artist right now. Life was so good.
You guys walked up stairs to get to the bar, able to see the whole dance floor, and that’s when you see Frankie with the directors in the opposite corner. He met eyes with you and you smirk, at least he’s here. He changed from his regular outfit, all the guys in the corner are wearing suits, you were practically drooling over what you could see from Frankie.
“Gin and Tonic please, babe you want anything?” Mattias asks.
Fuck it.
“I’ll do the same as him.” You repeat.
Laylah and Bryce order, sitting on the bar barstools chatting. You felt earthy right now, light and accomplished. Even though you barely knew anyone in here, you could still be yourself. You took sips of your drink, muscles relaxing.
“Is he here?” Laylah whispers, asking about Frankie.
“Yes, he is, but I can’t be near him, people would think it’s weird and he doesn’t know.” You point at Mattias. “But I’m seeing him after.” You shrug.
“He makes you happy. If you’re happy I’m happy.” They kiss your head, “Does he know about stuff with your mom?”
“I’ve told him a few things, but no need to rush into all that with him.”
“Take it lightly tonight, okay? Don’t rush into anything, your moms psychotic.” They shiver.
“Trust me I know, I grew up with the woman.” You blink.
Was it bad that you missed her, even though she treated you like shit?
Mattias and Bryce were on their phones whispering, you didn’t know what about, but they looked worried. Boys being boys.
“No phones, let’s all go dance.”
You drag all of them off their seats and set your drinks on the bar, slipping into the crowd of people, maybe Frankie will see you. See your body dancing, craving his hands all over you.
So many people were still congratulating you, wanting to dance with you, your smile so wide. It made you think about the spring, and the musical. You realize after this it doesn’t even matter if you get a named character. You at least want to be a part of the production.
So many people were focused on showing off what roles they had, but you were at least happy that you could be a part of any production. You wanted to end your senior year with a good note, not a stressed one.
You feel hands on you, and it’s Hannah and Rose.
“YOU DID AMAZING, YOU BOTH DID.” They scream over the music. You jump up and down with them, catching up with them since you all have been so busy. It was nice to see their faces, more people than you knew at this crazy party.
“You and Mattias are being posted everywhere, those interviews are already out! And Mr. Morales posting you guys, that’s really big for you both.” Rose jumps, giddily.
“What does this all mean?” You ask.
“You guys will get fucking scouted, you’re going to go into Hollywood duh!” Hannah giggles, they both already seem drunk, this news making your body lurch with euphoria.
“I’m gonna go sip on my drink, anyone wanna come with?” You ask.
Nobody moves, so you leave the group alone, only 10 steps to the bar. You find your drink and sit on the stool. A moment to yourself and a lot to process. You thought out of your head for a second. This could have really started your career. People, we're going to start recognizing you, people are gonna start emailing you. This was it. Eventually after downing the rest of your drink, you got up to go back again, but this didn’t feel good.
You felt like you couldn’t walk, the music suddenly got louder and your head was pounding. How much had you actually drank? You were trying to scout out anyone you knew, trying to find Laylah shimmering hair, or maybe Frankie with his friends. But nothing. You felt helpless, you were lost and you didn’t know what to do. You looked for bathroom signs, and immediately stumbled over there. You walked down the cold hallway, not able to process.
What the fuck was going on?
You opened the door to what you thought was the bathroom, which it did say bathroom but it was pitch black, and the words on the door were blurry.
Flash.
Immediately hands were all over, the room spinning faster than you could comprehend. You’re pulled into the rooms and you hear giggles rapture from every corner of the room, you hear the door lock from the inside, and you’re in no control of what happens now. You can’t leave, you can’t fight. You’re physically unable to move, your breathing quickens and sweat falls down your forehead. The lights turn on, your eyes fight to adjust to the new night.
“Didn’t even bother to cover your own drink you dumb bitch.”
Nina.
“Yeah it’s fucking me you dumb whore.” Laughs again, you freeze, with what you’re able to do you back against the steel wall.
There's about 6 girls surrounding you, one with a flash on you, one you're sure is recording. Incolitarlty, you can feel tears streaming down your face.
“Fucking cunt stole my role, payback you little fucking trailer trash slut.” She slaps you, but at least you couldn’t feel it. You tried to hit her back, but she caught you fist, your reaction time was too slow.
“Drugs gonna make you sleepy honey, no need to fight me back. I already got you ass.” She smirks. All her friends howl in laughter.
“Nina… what did.. I ever do to you? …I’ve never… hurt you..” You stammer, trying to slur formal words together. You were fading fast.
She grabs your mouth in her hands, “You. Took. My. Spotlight. And you’re gonna pay for it. You didn’t think I was gonna let you slide with this, you thought I was gonna back off? Well fuckin welcome to New York babe, nobody backs of here.”
Nina backs off from you and in the corner of your eye, a girl standing on a toilet lid is holding a big bucket, eventually dumping a bucket of red liquid all over you. It woke you up, but the room was still hazy. You tried to wipe it from your eyes, but you got it all over the wall, it seeping down your body to the floor.
“Fucking screaming banshee… THAT WAS MY ROLE.” She gets up all in your face, still frozen from fear.
“Nina, do you think it’ll work, do you think it’ll wake her up?” The red substance was so cold, you didn’t know what it was, but you prayed it wasn’t real blood. It didn’t have an odor, but your veins were shrieking from the temperature.
“Brie, bitch it has to, the cunt has to stay awake, if she doesn’t we're all dead.” You hear her respond.
Before you really start to slip, all the girls are murmuring with Nina, this was their plan. To drug you and try to make you stay awake, to use you. To lock you in here and hurt you. But if it didn’t work? Then what? Leave you to die? Leave you to rot in this red scum?
Nina comes back up to you again, the impact of her hand, her nails dragging on your face brutally keeping you standing against the wall.
“Where's your little friend, where’d they all go huh? Not here to protect their little puppy.” She cackles. “You follow all of them around when they don’t need you, a worthless piece of shit.” She grabs your hair, putting her mouth close to your ear.
“Gonna go run to mommy and daddy, gonna go cry about it? Gonna cry like a little girl and run away?”
You fall with nothing less to lose. Nina couldn’t hold you up anymore. Another girl holds a phone in your face and it’s a video, a street view video of you frozen outside the theater, your mom yelling at you. Calling you names, hurling herself at you. Her voice made the wind in your body howl, you couldn’t take it anymore. You started to scream.
Not words, but you screamed for the world to know your pain. You never meant to hurt anyone in your life. You never meant to be mean to Nina, your mom, the world. You never wanted anything.
“That’s right you ugly whore, don’t have a mommy to run to I see. Mommy doesn’t love her fat daughter.” She wiggles the phone from her friend's hand, shoving it in your face, “Deux moi’s having a fun time with this one.” You hear the door open, all of their feet shuffle out, the light switch turning off.
“Have a good night, don’t let drugs bite.” The door shuts.
You were trying so hard not to fall asleep, but it’s what you need to do. You can’t refrain anymore.
You whimper, “Frankie….”
Black.
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Summary: Reader gets a bad childhood flashback with her mom, then reader finishes the last of lady mac for the last show, thinking she sees her mom in the crowd. After the show ends, Mattias drags her outside to say hi to people, paps are there and so many more people than the previous night before. Then reader sees her mom, and she freezes, feeling like a kid again, her mom goes crazy. Reader and Mattias eventually go back into the theatre finding Laylah, they check on reader, she feels okay to go to the after party. Frankie posts a picture of Mattias and reader, talking about how proud he is of both of them. Then he texts reader about another suprise for her. She feels good for the rest of the night. Showing up to the after party club. Dancing with Laylah, Bryce, Mattias, Rose and Hannah. Reader goes back to bar to drink the rest of her drink, feeling woozy she goes to the bathroom to be bombarded with Nina and her minions.
Ending was hard to write, but necessary, creating Nina has gone against every molecule of my body.
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Young American - Part 3
This one's a little bit of a filler before we get some real movement in the next part, which will also be the Halloween part! We're building the tension!!!!
WC: 7K
Y/N had always loved halloween since she was a child. However, this time around a dark cloud was cast over her usual plans as her parents were still very upset at her for her recent life choices and she was in no mood for a weekend of lectures. Of course, she didn’t want to miss out on the kids either, her nieces and nephews were the only kids she really liked and she didn’t want them growing up being told that she was too self-involved to come out and see them, like she and her cousins were told about her aunt Julie. It was obviously a lie because her aunt Julie never stopped sending cards and presents or texts/emails as she grew up. They had truly cut her off when she didn’t fit the cookie-cutter family image they wanted her to portray. That was one her big fears, that her parents would cut her off, so she was a bit hesitant to skip out on a holiday, even if it was just Halloween. She didn’t want them to interpret her skipping out on it as her intent to leave the family.
“Look doll, I know that having them feel disappointed in you is tough, but you’re a grown adult who makes their own life choices. They will eventually get over it, but sometimes a little space is good.” Her aunt offered some advice as they had some coffee at the table. It was Friday morning and she was debating on asking Auree for Saturday to Tuesday off to go see her family, but her aunt was right, sometimes space was the best thing.
“Yeah, I just don’t want the kids to think it’s about them, you know?”
“We can send them a little a little care package from the both of us. If we expedite it they can get it by Sunday.” She said and Y/N nodded.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Y/N agreed, making her aunt smile sympathetically at her.
“So, are you doing anything this weekend?” She asked and Y/N bit her lip.
“Well, one of the girls from the shop is having a halloween party tomorrow, she invited all of us, but I don’t know.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because G’s not going and he’s like my only close friend there. I mean, I do get along with the others but it’s not like we hangout as often as G and I.” She explained and her aunt rolled her eyes.
“How are you ever supposed to make friends with them if you don’t hang out with them?” Julie posed an important and valid question and Y/N smiled bashfully.
“Just be nice to them at work?” She shrugged and her aunt chortled as she shook her head.
“Well, I say you go rather than sit here all night bothering me about the shows I watch.” She said and Y/N laughed loudly.
“You have bad taste in TV shows, OK?” Y/N teased and her aunt just rolled her eyes.
“I don’t need that judgmental energy around here this weekend, so please, go out to that party.” She insisted and Y/N giggled.
“Maybe. Or I can stay here and watch Teen Wolf with you…”
“Do not bring Teen Wolf into this.” She pointed at her with a smile and Y/N laughed.
“I must admit it is rather addicting.” Y/N mused and her aunt grinned, “Well as much fun as I’m having here I need to get to the shop.” She sighed and kissed her aunt on the head and dropped her mug in the sink before heading out.
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Over at the shop, Y/N was going through the staff lounge. Fridays was their clean out day and she took great joy in organizing the fridge. She looked it at as an opportunity to play real life Tetris. Also, she could have some entertainment going on on the side as she cleaned up.
“Hey Y/N, are you coming to my party?” Vy asked, making her turn to see her coming into the lounge.
“Mmm, I think I will.” She nodded with a smile.
“Yay! I’m so excited for you to come!” Vy beamed with glee.
“Should I bring anything?”
“Nope, just your fun self! What are you dressing up as?” Vy asked her with a curious, yet excited glint in her eyes.
“I don’t know yet actually.” Y/N admitted, “I’m not really all that big on costumes, are you guys?”
“Hell yes! I’m gonna be Elphaba and I’m gonna be green and everything. My hubby’s gonna be Oz.” She elaborated.
“Oh my gosh, you guys do go all out!”
“Oh yeah! Most people will go all out at our party, so the crazier and more into it you get, the better.” She said enthusiastically and Y/N giggled.
“Alright, well thanks for the pointers.” She said with a smile and Vy just winked and headed out to confirm with the rest of their coworkers next.
Y/N was nervous, but excited to go to this party. Now she just needed to break it to her family that she wasn’t driving up to spend the weekend and Halloween with them. They surely would be a little bit upset at her decision, but she didn’t want to drive over just to have arguments about her life. Perhaps if things cooled off for a little bit longer the next time she visited would be less tense. She could only hope…
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When Vy asked Harry if he was going to the party he confirmed that he would show up and was wondering if anyone else was going. He felt that she would be able to somehow read his mind because he was actually just wondering if Y/N was going. He still was not over her kind invitation to join her, G, and Rosa for dinner the week prior. Internally, he was wondering if maybe she was softening up and willing to reconsider her decision to not even be friends with him. Now that he wasn’t being a dick, they seemed to get along really well. He decided to just find out when he got there, at least he knew that Rosa was definitely going, she had asked him what he planned to go dressed up and he had said he wasn’t going to dress up, which Rosa was against. When Vy told him how “all out” they went he decided that he should at least put something together, he had to own something he could repurpose, so that’s what he would be doing this evening, googling images about what he could potentially show up as.
“Hey Harry,” he heard and turned back to see Y/N behind him.
“Oh hey, what’s up?” He asked her.
“You have one of those fruit salads in the fridge and it’s supposed to expire Sunday, do you want me to leave it or throw it out?” She asked.
“Oh, you can toss it.” He said and she nodded and headed back to the kitchen.
Maybe he would just ask her directly if she was going to Vy’s party? He looked around and saw that Vy and G had some clients, Auree had an appointment soon and was over at the drawing tables, so he just calmly walked through the studio and into the lounge. As he stepped in he saw Y/N’s phone propped up against the fridge with Toy Story playing on the screen.
“That’s a good one.” He said and she glanced up and smiled.
“Definitely.” She agreed.
“Do you have a favorite character?” Harry asked as he went over to the coffee machine, where he would start preparing a fresh batch.
“Rex for sure. He’s such a drama queen.” She said and Harry chuckled, “What about you?”
“Definitely the Troll doll.” He said and she tossed her head back with laughter, which made him smile. She had a really contagious laugh, everyone had their quirks when laughing, but he really liked to hear her laugh. He didn’t feel he was all that funny, but she seemed to laugh at almost everything and it was endearing.
“Good one, I’ve never heard that answer before.” She giggled and he chuckled as he went to toss the old coffee filter.
“Yeah, he’s a cute little guy.” He said and she nodded in agreement, “Are you gonna go to Vy’s party?” He asked nonchalantly. He felt impressed and really proud at his seamless transition and she nodded.
“Yeah, I think I will. Sounds like it’ll be a fun time. Are you going?”
“Yeah, I just confirmed with her. I’m just a little stumped on the costume bit though. I’ve never been one for dressing up as anything. Growing up I’d just go as the pair or sidekick to whatever my sister’s costume was.” He explained with a little smile.
“Aww, that’s sweet though!” She pouted with endearment, “But I feel you… I like Halloween but the costume bit is always hard for me. Like I can’t justify buying a costume I’m just going to use once, you know?” She explained.
“Exactly!” He confirmed as if she was the only person in the world who had that same feeling. “Do you have an idea of what you’ll be going as?”
“Nope, I’ll need to see how I can reconfigure something in my wardrobe.” She said with a smile and he chuckled as he put in a new filter into the coffee maker.
“Right, same! Ummm, do you want another cup?” He asked her as he started scooping up some coffee grounds.
“Yeah, actually.” She said and he nodded and added in a little bit more of the grounds before putting things away, “Saw you have a tattoo on the books for this afternoon.” She spoke up and he nodded.
“Yeah, thankfully. I think I can do it in a session, but we’ll see how the client’s feeling about it, s’their first one. I’m easily gonna be the last one leaving today.” He explained, “Hence the late morning brew. Do you want to come shadow for a bit? It’s a little bit intricate so it might be good to see something like that. I can show you the design when you finish up here.” He offered.
“Yeah, that’d be cool actually. Thanks.”
“Yeah, of course.” He responded and then they fell into a comfortable silence until the coffee finished brewing and he left some for her before heading back out to the studio.
It was about 30 minutes later when Y/N joined Harry over at the drawing table he was at and her eyes went wide as she saw what he was working on. Displayed on the screen of the large Mac desktop computer there was a 64 tetrahedron with some traditional henna elements on its outer parts.
“A little bit intricate?” She asked him and Harry tittered at her comment, “Would you ever freehand this?”
“Hell no.” he chuckled, “I don’t prefer digital drawing, but this is too complex to risk a mistake.” He explained as he continued drawing on the connected iPad and his strokes were the also displayed on the larger screen before them.
“Oh really? I get it though, specially with something like this.”
“Yeah…like obviously I’m designing it but I feel like I’m not really doing it, you know?”
“Yeah, I get that.” She commented as he continued fine-tuning his design, “It definitely has its own challenges and tricks, like anything, but I really like it.” She explained, “I’m also a little biased because I make digital prints that I sell on Etsy.” She shared.
“Oh do you?” He asked as he kept working and she hummed in confirmation, “That’s cool. You probably have better programs than I do then.” He said and she giggled.
“Oh yeah, I’m kind of crazy about all of the updates and stuff. So where’s the client getting this one?”
“They’re not sure yet. Want to see a shoulder or back placement, so the size may change too. It’s also their first tattoo, so I think they really need to have a look before deciding.” He said with a chuckle.
“OK, so it’s probably safe to say you might be finishing this tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” He smiled and there was a beat of silence, “Obviously you have tattoos?” He said in slight question, sparing her a quick glance and she nodded, “Where?” He asked and she giggled.
“Well apart from my dainty little birth flower and the tiny snake I gave myself practicing…” She grinned and he laughed softly, “I just have one actually and it’s on my side. It’s kind of a big piece. The first half was just finished like two years ago?” She explained.
“Oh, shit. When did you start work on it?” He asked as he kept drawing.
“Right when I turned 18.” His eyes widened as she said that.
“Jesus! What took so long? Were you being a wuss?” He teased with a smirk and she scoffed.
“No. I mean, I was 18 when I started, Harry! I worked part-time at a Nordstrom and wasn’t a great sales associate so I was a little low on commission, hence low on funds. Then, I came out here for school and again, only worked part time on the campus. And then I started interning at my old job and they paid me less than when I was working on the campus so I just didn’t have the funds to complete it as quickly as I wanted. All my extra money was going to that, it was my birthday present to myself for those four years.” She explained and he hummed in understanding.
“Well, any plans for finishing it?”
“Yeah, of course. But I’m broke again so we’ll see when I get a chance to start it up again. Also had some creative differences with the artist who used to tattoo me, she’s also back in central cal as well, so it might be a while.” She giggled.
“You know, any of us can and probably would tattoo you for free, right?” He mentioned with a smile but he stayed focused on his task at hand and she sighed.
“It wouldn’t feel right…Especially now that I know what goes into it.” She giggled.
“It’s not like we’re always giving away free tattoos.” He said with a grin, “Or at least most of us…” he teased and she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, whatever.” She mumbled with a grin and he chuckled, “Well, I’ll come back over when your client gets here.”
“Yeah. You can make the stencil when they decide on a size. Sound good?” He asked and she smiled and nodded. He was trusting her with a stencil for one of his clients? Old Harry wouldn’t even let her breathe in their direction.
“Yeah, cool. Ummm, thank you.” She hummed still quite awestruck and headed off to see if Rosa needed help with anything. Auree came up to Harry to see what he was doing.
“Oh, that’s sick.”
“Thanks.” He smiled.
“How’s Y/N doing?”
“Good. Yeah, really good.” He reported, “We’ve been focusing on blackwork and traditional/neo-traditional stuff with color the past month. She’s really good at the fine line stuff, we got through all that quickly. She’s really comfortable with that since a lot of the walk-ins get little things like that.” He explained and Auree nodded, “And well traditional, she’s got it down now too. I think next we need to work on color a bit more though. Just color gradients and which needles are better for what and all of those technicalities of the style. She’s doing alright with it, but she’s a bit shy.” He explained and Auree nodded, “I think we need to have her working on slightly bigger pieces so that she really masters the shading portion at different scales.”
“Alright. Is there anything you see her gravitating towards or that she’s maybe not all that interested in?” Auree asked.
“Again, she’s really good with the fine lines and giving things that old fashioned textbook / vintage aesthetic, it’s pretty sick. She also likes the black and grey more. But I see her doing well with blackwork, Japanese, and the neo-traditional stuff.” He explained, “But again, with the latter she tends to be shy with the colors, so that’s why I want to work with her on that next. She mentioned that she gets a little nervous about bigger realism pieces, tribal, and cartoon styles though. That’s why I’m having her shadow for this piece I’m doing later.” He said looking down at the print he had and Auree nodded.
“OK, good. Has she tried any bigger realism on the mats?”
“No. I do see some of that in her portfolio and sometimes just when she sketches, but she hasn’t put it down onto a practice piece yet. I’ve seen her do tiny ones, like little animals and stuff on the mats and they’re fucking good. S’why I think we need to start increasing the scale at which she can work.”
“Well, I’m impressed she’s picking up multiple styles quickly. So this is what I’d like to see in the next few weeks. If you can maybe make up some tests to make sure she’s using the correct needles and inks for certain styles or techniques that’d be good. Definitely work on the color thing. I would also like you to have her draw about ten new designs, two small, six medium, and 2 medium/large sized in the styles she has down and we can have her post them and we can also post them on the shop’s instagram and have her tattoo them on clients to show mastery of the styles.” Auree instructed.
“OK, yeah sick. I’ll let her know later.” He assured with a proud smile.
“Perfect. Thanks, H.” Auree smiled and headed off towards the front, her client would be arriving soon.
When Harry’s client, Ria, arrived later in the afternoon Y/N walked them back to Harry’s station and she sat there listening attentively as Harry discussed the sizing options he thought would be good depending on their preferred placement. The client eventually chose the size that would go best on their back because they thought it would be a little less painful than their shoulder. With that, Y/N went off to make the stencil while Harry supervised and the client went back to the front of house/waiting area. With an OK from Ria after showing them the stencil it was time to start tattooing. Harry instructed Ria to get comfortable, so that’s what they did.
Being so experienced, he could still successfully tattoo Ria if they were to be in an unconventional position. But thankfully they decided to just lay on their stomach for it.
Y/N warned Ria that she was about to roll up the back part of their bandeau that was covering their chest and Ria just nodded in acknowledgement. Once that was out of the way Harry quickly laid down the stencil, pressed it down for a few seconds, and then peeled it carefully. As Y/N looked over the design on Ria’s skin she noticed something as he started getting his machine sorted to start.
Y/N stopped him and discretely pointed out to Harry that the client had a pimple in a spot where Harry needed to go over with the needle and he frowned as he squinted a bit to see that Y/N was right. So that led to Harry tactfully bringing this up to Ria and what issues could arise from this: the most obvious being bacteria spread, which possibly meant more acne appearing down the line or worst case an infection. This also meant more pain if the surrounding area was tender. And then he gave Ria the option of either changing the placement to the shoulder if they wanted to get tattooed today or they could reschedule for when the spot was gone if they were really set on the back placement. Harry was very thorough and kind as he explained these things to them, being that this was Ria’s first tattoo and ultimately, the client wanted to know his opinion on what other placement they could use on their back. So Harry wiped down the current outline and then talked about other possibilities with Ria over at the mirror.
Just looking at Ria’s face, Y/N could see that they didn’t seem all that convinced about changing the placement. So as they both headed back to Harry’s station Ria sighed with a frown on their face.
“I really like the original placement. I mean, I know you’ll do a good job regardless of where it I get it, but I don’t know if I want to switch it.” Ria explained to Harry apologetically.
“Hey, it’s your tattoo. You have to be convinced and like where it’s at. I’m alright with whatever you decide.” He assured with a smile and Y/N felt so bad now. What if he got mad at her again over this? She couldn’t help but think that as Ria thought it over for another moment.
“I feel so bad though. You already blocked off your time for this and if I had known that was going to be an issue I would have called before coming. I didn’t know it would mean you couldn’t tattoo me. I figured you’d skip it and ask me to come back another time.” Ria said with a frown and then a slight chuckle, which also caused Harry and Y/N to chuckle along with them.
“It’s cool, Ria, this is your first tattoo how would you have even known that?” He asked and Ria just shrugged and he smiled at them, “Don’t change it because of me. You have to be happy with it and if you’re not gonna be happy with the tattoo in a different place then we can wait.” He assured with a smile.
“OK, thank you so much for understanding. Again, I’m so sorry for this. But maybe when I come back I can bring my sister to hold my hand. She wanted to come but she couldn’t make it today.” They said looking to Harry and then to Y/N with a smile.
“Yeah! See, it’s not all that bad. You can have her be here as well.” He assured Ria before they slipped their top back on, “Rosa, the girl up front, can help you reschedule to whenever you think is best. I don’t believe I have any appointments for next week yet, so you have plenty of options that will work for you and your sister. Your deposit will still be held though, I hope that’s alright?” He asked and Ria assured him it was fine with a nod.
“Thank you again. And it was good to meet you. I’ll see you next week hopefully.” They said and Harry nodded and waved once more before Ria walked through the curtains and then he turned to Y/N.
“Good catch. I didn’t even see that.” He admitted to her as he sat on his stool presumably to start to tear down his set up.
“You’re not angry at me?” She asked and he looked up to her with a puzzled look on his face.
“Love- Y/N, sorry.” he corrected himself quickly but it completely threw her off, “Why would I be angry at you for a client having a spot on their back?” He asked.
“Well…” she giggled nervously, she had no other response because her brain was still processing “love”. This was a normal term of endearment for British people though. Love, darling, poppet, pet… force of habit. She thought to herself.
“God, I’ve traumatized you, haven’t I?” He asked with a pout as he shook his head, “I’m sorry.” He apologized as he looked at her.
“Don’t be, it’s alright. I just thought you’d be upset that you lost your tattoo for the day.”
“Are you sure it’s not trauma?” He asked with a bashful chuckle, “I know that I was a huge prick, but I don’t recall every instance in which I was a prick to you, so I’m just checking.” He added and she nodded.
“Yeah, I promise it’s not trauma.” She assured.
“Alright.” He smiled. Just then Rosa hurried in to see if Harry could possibly talk to a walk-in client and he nodded.
“I can clear Ria’s stuff up, you go.” She assured him.
“Thanks.” He smiled a very pretty and genuine smile that started to make a wave of warmth rush up to her face, so she just turned away quickly and got to clearing the stencils and gloves he had left at his station.
The day was finally at an end and only she, Harry, and Auree were left. It was the end of the month so Auree needed to stay later than usual to do some of the bookkeeping. Harry was still around because his walk-in ended up being a pretty decent sized piece and so he was just wrapping up. Y/N was waiting to ring the guy up and then get to cleaning up after him. Finally, he finished and the man was gone with a satisfied smile and a wave to her as she locked up behind him. She grabbed whatever cash was in the register to go take to Auree and then the tip the client had left for Harry.
“Hey Harry, from Pete.” She said extending a $50 bill to him.
“Oh shit! Thank Pete!” He joked and she giggled.
“Yeah.” She smiled, “Let me take this to Auree and then I’ll come back to clean up your stat-”
“Hey Y/N, do you have a minute?” Auree asked as she came into the studio and looked between her and Harry for a moment.
“I was about to take this to you and then clean up the station.” She said signaling with her thumb.
“I can clean my own station.” Harry said to Y/N.
“Have you been able to have that talk with her yet?” Auree asked him and Harry shook his head.
“Alright, good. C’mon, missy.” Auree said with a smile and Y/N suddenly felt extremely sick and nervous as they walked off and to Auree’s office, “Sorry if that sounded menacing I promise it’s not.” She assured Y/N, who now felt like she could breathe a little easier as Auree pushed the door shut. She then took the cash from her and set it on her desk before she leaned back as Y/N took a seat.
“OK, thank god.” She exhaled in relief.
“Yeah, you’re good. I did want to have a talk with you about something though.” She said and Y/N nodded, “Harry’s been in charge of all of your training and all that good stuff, how’s it going? How are you feeling?” Auree asked.
“I feel good. Obviously, there are a couple things I’m still getting the hang of, but overall I think it’s been going well.” She assured and Auree bit her lip for a moment.
“OK, great. I only ask because it was brought to my attention that maybe there were some big clashes between you and Harry.” She said and Y/N sighed as her nerves started to prick up, “I personally haven’t seen anything that concerns me but others around the shop have and before I have him delve deeper with you I wanted to hear from you about what could be going on.” She said more seriously and Y/N sighed again and shook her head.
“Honestly, there were big issues between Harry and I at the start. I think we just got off on the wrong foot or something.” She explained.
“You know that you can always talk about anything with me. I want to make sure that you’re all happy and that everyone’s getting along.” She said with a small frown.
“I was worried at first to say anything because well, he’s already an established artist and I’m just the apprentice and figured that the obvious choice would be to keep him over me and-”
“Oh my god, Y/N!” Auree frowned, “Just an apprentice? You’re apprenticing because Eddie wants you to be a permanent part of the team and he believes you can. We all do! You’re a very valued member of this team just as you are right now.” She said and Y/N smiled in relief.
“I’m sorry. I know, I was just nervous.” She said again.
“Don’t apologize. I can imagine that it’s tough to voice any concerns when you feel that you’re at a disadvantage. But you’re really not, you’re an essential part of the team. Is working with Harry an issue?” Auree asked and Y/N shook her head quickly.
“Not at all! Harry actually had a chat with me and apologized for everything that had happened. It was mostly just antagonizations and little petty remarks here and there and he took responsibility and I forgave him and we’ve been really good.” She said with a confident smile.
“Are you sure?” Auree questioned.
“Yeah, I promise. Last week G and Rosa went out to dinner and I invited him to eat with us and he did. It helped a lot with breaking the ice for work.” She said with a smile and Auree smiled too.
“I’m glad to hear that. I know Harry can be a little moody, but honestly it’s not OK that he did that. Do you want me to have a chat with him?” She asked.
“No, it’s water under the bridge. I think he still feels bad about everything and I get why he’s been moody and on edge. He practically uprooted his whole life for this and it’s been slow and it must be so hard and different for him.” She explained, “I don’t want to make him feel like I’m still upset with him and that he didn’t do enough to make up for what was going on before.” She said and Auree nodded in understanding.
“OK. And the person who told me, they just wanted to make sure you were alright. They did let me know that it could be nothing by now, but they just wanted to make sure.”
“I understand. But yeah, there are no hard feelings.” she assured Auree.
“Excellent. That was all, I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to continue working with him if things weren’t going well.”
“Thank you for checking. I truly appreciate it, Auree.” Y/N expressed her gratitude.
“Of course. And seriously, if anything ever happens that upsets you or even just leaves a bad taste in your mouth, please know that I’m here for you and that you are a Y/Nued member of our team, like everyone else who is here. That’s all.” She said with a smile.
“Thanks.” Y/N smiled as she stood, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Auree.”
“See ya.” She grinned as she walked her to the door and said one final good night and Y/N went to the lounge to grab her things and headed out through the back door. As she opened it up she saw that Harry was leaning on his car while scrolling through his phone and upon hearing the door he looked up.
“Hey, you’re still here?” Y/N asked.
“Yeah, I wanted to catch you before you left.” He said as he slipped his phone in his pocket, “Did Auree tell you about the training plan?” She shook her head.
“She ummm…” Y/N looked to the ground and then up at Harry, “Someone told her about our problems from before. She just wanted to know what happened and wanted to see if I still wanted you to train me and keep working with me. Also wanted to know if she needed to have a talk with you.” Y/N was honest with him. She didn’t want him to think that she was plotting behind his back or talking shit about him in case Auree still brought something up to him.
“Oh…” Harry mumbled and looked away from her.
“Yeah, it was a little awkward. I’m not sure who said what to her, but she kind of knew things weren’t good. I just want to let you know that I was honest with her, told her that we had a few squabbles and that there was tension but that you talked things over with me and we hashed it out. I just wanted to tell you what I told her in case she still decides to talk to you about it, but ummm, I don’t think it’ll be an issue.” Y/N said and Harry nodded with a small smile.
“OK, thanks for clearing that up.”
“No worries. I was kind of wanting to let her ream your ass, but eh…”
“Dick.” He chuckled and she giggled, “Well I might as well just tell you what I thought she was gonna tell you. She asked me for updates on your training and everything and ummm, i-if you want to continue working with me, Auree gave me the go-ahead on a few things I had in mind?”
“Yeah, I also told her I would like to continue working with you. By the way.” She added and he smiled.
“Good. That’s good.” He grinned, “So, I really want to focus on color next. I see in your practice pieces that there needs to be better gradients and you’re a bit timid with it.” She nodded, “We can also make sure you learn what needles are best for what techniques with colors and shading. I know you’ve been practicing on the fake skin with whatever, but it’s important you learn about the needles. The right tools can take a tattoo from great to outstanding.” He said and she smiled.
“OK, definitely.” She agreed.
“And we talked about some of the styles that you’ve excelled at and I mentioned that I wanted to see you practice bigger pieces and Auree has given the go-ahead for you to draw up ten new designs, 6 medium sized, two small, and two med/large for you to tattoo on clients.”
“No way?!” She squealed in excitement and he laughed along as she spun in a circle, “That’s sick! Thank you, Harry!” She beamed at him and he shook his head.
“Nah, you deserve it. You’re doing really well.” He assured and she smiled and then bit her lip with an excited look, “What?” He asked.
“Just a thought…would you say that Ian’s tattoo idea is large-ish sized?” She inquired with a grin and he let his head fall back in laughter.
“Not at all! He wanted his whole damn leg, no?” He recalled and she giggled and nodded, "But hey, maybe if you give him a call you can convince him to change placement or just to make it a little smaller.” He suggested.
“You don’t think I can do it how he wants?” She asked.
“No, you can definitely do it. I have no doubt about that! But it’s more of a money thing.” He explained.
“Right, duh. I forget I’m doing this all for free.” She giggled.
“Well, not just for the shop, but for you as well. That’ll easily be a 6-9 hour piece depending on how well he can take it since it was going to be his first.” He reminded and she hummed.
“You’re right… it was his first!” She recalled, “Well someday…” she shrugged and he chuckled and nodded.
“Exactly. And well, that was the news!” He said and she smiled.
“Definitely was great news, I can’t wait. I’m gonna start tonight! See you tomorrow!” She said excitedly as she rushed to her car and he chuckled, she was so eager.
“Alright, you do that! See you tomorrow!” He called as she unlocked her car and waved once more before settling inside and taking off. He then got in his car and bit his lip as he thought about the way she was so sweet. How despite their challenges she still wanted to work with him. If this was her “not being friends with him” then what kind of heaven-on-earth type of thing did she reserve for her friends. Harry found her attractive as it was, but seeing this side of her made him even more attracted to her and he didn’t want to drive himself down that path. He couldn’t. He needed to be good and not complicate or mess things up.
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As Y/N sat in her bed under the covers, but propped up against the headboard with plenty of pillows behind her she kept hearing Harry’s voice uttering out “love” to her. She bit her lip as she continued to draw on her iPad, but it was on loop in her mind. She didn’t know where exactly this tingly feeling in her tummy came from, but she couldn’t ward it off. Maybe she felt flustered by him because she was finally getting to see a nicer side to him and she had never heard that term of endearment so causally before? Either way, she tried to keep drawing until it just plagued her mind so much that her creativity was being used to conjure up the memory again in her head. And with that, she decided to just go to bed.
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Saturday was going to be a short day at the shop, they were going to close early because G was out, Vy was also out making arrangements for her party, and Auree was not going to return after her lunch break as she had to pick up her nieces from a school halloween party at 2pm and would need to watch them until their mother got off work at 7pm. She was telling everyone that five hours was too long for two children under the age of 9 to be in a tattoo shop and well it was true. Kids were a bit nosy and easily bored, they could get into things they weren’t meant to get into and get hurt, so it was best to just watch them elsewhere.
After Auree left it was just Harry and her on walk-ins with Rosa running everything up front - they would close at 5pm instead of the usual 9pm time - well actually on weekends it was midnight and every weekend they’d rotate who got to stay on that late. Y/N never got picked because she was only required to be there during the weekdays before opening to set up and during prime business hours. But she had come in on weekends before, it was just fun to be around and help out with other things as well.
They did have a few walk-ins during the afternoon, but she mostly spent her day working on her new designs and having Rosa and Harry look them over every now and again. The last couple hours were very slow and so they were hanging out in the front of the shop with Rosa and talking about what they would be going to Vy’s party as.
“What do you two mean you don’t know?!” Rosa gasped in shock after learning that neither Harry nor Y/N had a costume planned yet.
“It’ll be fine.” Harry assured Rosa.
“What’re you going as?” She asked Rosa.
“I’m gonna be Tokyo from Money Heist! I have the red jumpsuit and mask and all! I’ve been told I’m kind of her doppelgänger.” Rosa said with a grin.
“I’ve no idea what that is.” Harry said and Rosa rolled her eyes.
“Whatever, you’ll see though.” She said to him as Y/N giggled along as she stuck to her drawing. Harry wandered over and glanced down at her iPad to see what she was working on.
“I’m perfecting the jaguar from last time.” She said and he hummed, “It’ll be a good piece to practice color.” She explained as she looked up at him briefly.
“Yeah, actually. It’s sick.” He smiled, “Good job.”
“Thank you.” She responded with a pleased little grin, “So are we gonna see you loosen up a little tonight?” She teased and he chuckled.
“I’d say I’m pretty relaxed already.” Harry defended.
“Hardly.” Rosa cut in with a laugh and Y/N giggled along, “You worry too much, Harry! Just have fun tonight. Get drunk, make out with a stranger, get a new tattoo!” She said and Y/N giggled as Rosa spoke.
“Are those your plans for the evening then?” He asked with a grin.
“Fuck yes they are. I’m still bringing my friend tonight, but we’re pre-gaming before coming, so we’ll be nice and amped up when we arrive.” She said with excitement.
“You’re wild.” Harry chuckled as he looked to her.
“No, I am young and free.” She countered.
“Amen!” Y/N chimed in with a giggle making Rosa laugh and Harry to shake his head.
“Between the two of you I’m gonna be more stressed out than I have been in my life. Gonna come dressed up as a babysitter.” He said and Rosa rolled her eyes.
“Ha-ha, real funny.” She sang sarcastically, “But don’t worry about us, we’re big girls, we can take care of ourselves.” Rosa said and he then turned to Y/N to see her smirk down as she continued her drawing.
“You ladies sure about that?” He asked with a grin.
“Oh yeah, Styles.” Y/N responded with a smile but she didn’t even bother looking at him.
Harry was not really a party person, but he was even more excited for the party now that he knew Y/N was definitely going. Rosa was right though, he’d been very uptight because of stress and change and so many other little irritants and challenges that came with his cross-continental move. He desperately needed to have a night of freedom and fun and possibly debauchery. He also wanted to try and earn Y/N’s trust back! Maybe if they interacted more in this casual setting, and with a little bit of liquid courage, he’d be charming and nice enough that she’d maybe consider letting him in just a little bit more than she had. He was trying to be patient, but it was just hard to when she was so…fucking cool. Regardless of what really ent down Harry was determined that it was going to be a good night.
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Prologue: 1888 - 1890
Elmer Pence: 17 years old, heir of Mr and Mrs. Pence’s vast fortune. Except said fortune would never be passed on, for Elmer would soon land his eyes on a certain girl who regularly made her way past his street, picking berries and peforming errands as such. This girl, who looked his age and skipped gleefully all the way home (to which he’d watch until she disappeared from view) was not eligible for what his parents seeked in a wife and therefore irrelevant. So back to his studies he guessed he'd go, racking his brain for several grueling hours on end learning dull business affairs in preparation for a very dreaded future.
‘Twas Autumn of 1888 when Elmer had first taken his glimpse of the girl and she stubbornly resided in a very prominent place of his mind, haunting him with her strange magnetic force for the weeks following. It’d gotten so bad, he found himself unable to concentrate on the work at hand, much to his father’s disappointment. There was only one thing for it: to seek her out. Elmer would have to be careful, and by no means was he planning on talking to her. No; he just wanted to find out more.
Contrary to his assumption, Claudia was more than aware that the upper-class boy she'd only ever seen in the occasional paper was watching from a near distance. It was easy to dismiss his interest for ignorant curioisity, so she'd let the boy be. A few weeks of feeling his eyes on her passed by and Claudia grew tired of this secret admirer - maybe slightly flattered, but frustrated if anything: why couldn't he just talk to her, or interview her if he so pleased? So she returned his glance to find only utter adoration in his pupils - that is before he frantically pulled away and fled the scene, his face turning the shade of a freshly grown tomato. Now if anyone was curious, it was Claudia.
After pacing up and down his room for days, Elmer came to the decision that he would talk to the town’s sweetheart and hopefully clear things up. Talking to Claudia proved to be extremely difficult, but with her reciprocation to communicate their friendship slowly blossomed and like Elmer had wished, he began to learn a lot about Claudia. It was agreed that every Monday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday they would meet by the oak tree - this was because Elmer practiced football on these days and it gave him the opportunity to be gone for hours without his father's suspicion. Elmer began to learn she had a splendid sense of humour, unlike him who feared neglect if he joked around his father. Charlotte Deane was her elder sister, and the two had been orphans since their parents passed away, their mother dying tragically during her second childbirth and their father succumbing to Tuberculosis just a few years later. She was also confident and rather traditional, confiding in him that she longed for the perfect life; a loving husband (It was at this that Elmer flushed red), many children and a stable financial state. In time, the two grew closer and closer, until Elmer couldn’t distinguish what their relationship was anymore.
Deep down, Elmer knew developing feelings for the townsgirl would be nothing but trouble for him. It was inevitable that one day, soon to come, Elmer would be wed to a woman over conveniency rather than love. He would not know that woman nor choose her. Still, he decided he'd talk to his father - Henry Pence - in regards to the matter (hypothetically) and evident it was that even the mere association of Elmer with that possibility angered him.
For the rest of the day, his fathers words rang through his ears:
"Quiet, you naive boy! It's rather simple, don't go befriending the townspeople. Should you stray from our support then I shan't hesitate to be rid of you - Don't disappoint us Elmer, you're our only son. Do you want to see me and your mother on the streets?"
And so as quick as he'd found Claudia, 1889 came round and posed, beautiful and well-dressed women - slightly younger than him - started to dine with him and his family. The gatherings were more business arangements than anything and just as notably so, they were an absolute bore. The sad and reluctant eyes gazing at him from the other side of the table just made him long for Claudia even more. Elmer wondered if those ladies too had someone they'd rather spend the rest of their lives with.
Only a couple of months into the new year, the day came when Elmer's fiancé was to be selected, and he rushed to Claudia as early as he could, longing for her comfort, her touch, and her warm presence. He was certain, though he'd never felt anything similar to it before, that what he felt for her was surely love. With her daintiful hands placed upon his chest she whispered to him softly, as if speaking to a young child.
“You don't have to do this, Elmer. You know that right?"
And Elmer said nothing in response. Instead, he tightly embraced Claudia and kept her close to him for what felt like hours, pondering on what outcome was more important to him. Claudia stroked his hair with a tenderness they had yet to voice, listening to the chirps of the birds filling the empty space between them. Minutes past and Claudia offered the one thing she knew she could in the moment: the comfort and affection only Claudia Deane could give.
Without exchanging a single word to Claudia, he took her hand and led her to the tavern he'd planned to meet his parents at. And the sight - their son so tenderly holding the hand of a girl who was not his fiancé - came as quite a shock to Henry and Ethel.
Elmer ignored the collective confusion from the people around him and instead took a deep breath before stepping forward towards his parents.
“Mother, Father, this is Claudia Deane," he said, his voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in his stomach. "She's the girl I've cherished since the moment I laid eyes on her. Sudden, I know, but I'm positive I want to start a new life with her, away from here."
Henry and Ethel stayed silent, their simultaneous shock and disappointment - perhaps from Henry rather than his mother - palpable. On the other hand, the woman he loved spoke volumes with her body language, her grip on Elmer's hand tightening as she stood by his side.
“I shan't be asking you for much, not anything at all, not even your financial support or your blessings. Just that you'll understand and let me go."
Ethel Pence looked down, tears silently streaming down her face. Henry was just as quiet, if not more than his mother. A heavy and slightly uncomfortable silence hung in the air, and no one spoke. Claudia said a lot more - just not with words. When he looked back, his father was gone, and that alone solidifed Henry's feelings on the matter. Ethel remained.
Though for a while waves of guilt washed over Elmer, regret was something he never once felt. Of course, from here forth things wouldn't be as simple as they seemed. After leaving his family behind, Elmer found himself living with Claudia and Charlotte while searching for a place they could call their own
It was hard for Elmer, a boy who'd known nothing but luxury for 18 years to get used to this lifestyle but in a way, he preferred it. The Deane cabin had it's own distinct scent - soil, freshly baked bread, wet dog ... He didn't mind it one bit. Elmer and Claudia spent a large sum of 1889 trying to think smartly about how'd they deal financially if they were to move elsewhere and eventually, with Charlottes contributions and suggestions, a bank loan was arranged. £9000. The young lovers were more than positive they would be able to pay it back. With Claudia content working on the farm, Elmer could find a job - perhaps in the medical field like he'd always dreamed, if it were even possible, which he'd been lead to believe was merely a fairytail ambition.
Elmer traded in his fancy garments for more practical clothes, and with the extra money, he purchased Claudia the dress she'd longfully commented on whilst they were window shopping. Many kisses and embraces were exchanged of course, Claudia excitedly muttering the entire time how she'd wear it every chance she got, even when Elmer assured her she wouldn't have to. A matching hat accompanied the outfit and an unusual lump in its skirt pocket too, a lump she'd discovered after it fell onto the floor was a gorgeous and expensive-looking engagement ring one would only assume had been the very ring he'd kept for years upon waiting for his bride.
So on the crisp winter day of December 19th, 1889, Elmer Pence and Claudia 'Deane', now known as Claudia Pence, exchanged their vows inside the cozy and quaint church that stood not far from their new home near the shores of Brindleton Bay. Elmer's trusted butler, John Calvert, proudly stood by his side as his best man, while Charlotte and a few of Claudia's closest friends adorned the roles of beautiful bridesmaids. The young newlyweds had much to look forward to and embraced eachothers company as they eagerly anticipated the adventures and blessings that awaited them in their future together, marking the beginning of the Pence lineage.
Current year: 1890
Prologue end
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The Actor & I: PART TWENTY-ONE – We Need To Talk, Now, Anastasia
This is part TWENTY ONE of a very long, SLOW BURN series on Austin Butler and a Production Assistant on set of Elvis (2022).
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Anything italicized is main character’s thoughts!
Warnings: Drinking, Possessiveness, Smut, Fluff, eventual Spoilers for Elvis (2022), language (If i missed anything, please comment so i can add!)
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After Austin leaves, I decide against laying down on the couch and crying. I jump in the shower and slowly get ready for bed. It’s almost 8:30 PM by the time I’m done with my skincare and decide I’m tired enough for bed. I wake up to no texts from Austin the next day and I’m a little disappointed. I don’t want to be the first one to say anything, so I decide to just get ready for the day.
The next few days fly by at work and by the time it’s Friday, I still haven’t heard from Austin… I know tonight is the big premiere for “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood.”
The premiere is a big deal for Austin; not only is it a huge accomplishment, I mean it’s a Quentin Tarantino movie with Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio, but it’s his first big even with the press since his casting as Elvis was announced. You decide to bite the bullet and send him a text. Have fun at the premiere tonight…miss you. No, don’t say that… Don’t be so desperate, Ana.
“Have fun at the premiere tonight, Mr. Presley! xx”
I type up the message and hit send. I don’t want to overthink it and put my phone away. Hours go by and Austin never texts back.
I wish he had his read receipts on… Did I do something to make him not want to talk to me? It’s been five full days… Not a peep since he left my place on Sunday…
Disappointment washes over me, but I look at the time on my computer and see it’s a little after 6 PM. I decide it’s a good time to leave work and begin to grab my things. As I’m putting away my laptop into my bag, my boss, Alison, walks by on her way out and stops by my desk, “Austin looks great at the premiere, which is great for us,” she says. “Oh, I haven’t seen any pictures yet. I wanna see!,” I giggle and pull out my phone.
What the… My heart sinks… Austin looks incredible, but he’s with Vanessa…
I thought he said they broke up… I knew they could get back together, but so quickly?
While I’m panicking in my head, I hear Alison cough. Yeah, Ana, your boss… This is WORK. “He looks great! I can’t wait to check out clips of him talking about his casting in Elvis. I should splice it together or something for Baz’s social media,” I say and smile up at her. Her eyes light up, “That would be incredible because ya know… the social team is already gone for the weekend. Speaking of, go home! It’s Friday night! Do you have plans?” I giggle and say, “No plans, but I feel like I should go out or something. I didn’t really do much last weekend since I had car trouble.”
We head out and when I get to my car, I text my friends asking to go out. I’m usually a homebody, so my friends are not used to me asking to go out. I could use a drink…or four. And a good time with my friends, just letting loose. Immediately, my best friend Kelsey answers, “YOU WANNA GO OUT??? YES LET’S GOOO ALLLLL OUT BBY!” I laugh and head home.
As I’m walking into my apartment, I see over 20 texts from my group chat with my friends. I giggle as I text back the only requirement is there’s alcohol, I don’t drive and it’s somewhere we can sit. I wanna dress up and wear heels, but I’m not about standing in them…
I head to the kitchen, grab some wine and head to my bathroom to shower and get ready for the night. Around 9:30, my friend Nicole texted me she was on her way in an Uber to pick me up. Shit, better get dressed. I head to my closet without a plan and grab a black leather mini skirt, black corset top and some black heels. When in doubt, we just wear all black.
I get dressed, put on some more lotion and perfume, and then go to head downstairs. As I’m finishing my drink, I hear my phone going off with a phone call, not a text. Okkkk Nicole, I’m coming!
I grab my phone, chug my wine and then grab my purse to head downstairs. I answer the phone as I’m headed down to my apartment’s entrance, “Nicole, I’m coming down. I’ll be there in a sec-“ I’m cut off midsentence and my heart falls into my stomach… “It’s uhh not Nicole. It’s Austin…,” says the deep voice on the other end of the phone.
Fuck Ana, why didn’t you check to see who it was? Why is he calling now? Shouldn’t he be with Vanessa? Damn, Ana, cool it. He’s a coworker, that’s it!
“Oh, sorry! Hi Austin! I’m headed out, can I text you tomorrow,” I ask dryly. Yeah, keep it professional… He sighs, “Oh, I guess it is Friday night. I just wanted to talk to you about some stuff…. I guess I can call you tomorrow.”
Don’t do it, Ana. Don’t give in. “Ok, talk to you tomorrow Aus…tin,” I say making sure I don’t call him a nickname and stick to formalities. As I’m saying bye to him and before I hang up, I hear my friend yelling from the Uber, “Dammmmn, Ana! I can’t go out with you dressed like THAT,” Nicole yells.
Before I manage to hang up, Austin groans and says, “Ana, where are you going?” I giggle and say, “I’m not sure, but I really have to go! I’ll text you later.” I hang up and am happy I had some wine before so I had the courage to stick to my guns with him.
I get in the Uber and head off to wherever my friends decided to go. We get to a nice bar and meet up with our other friends. As we’re walking to where they’re seated, my best friend Kelsey gets up and runs over to me, “Anaaaa, you’re here!” I laugh and realize my two glasses of wine have me behind everyone else. I grab my best friend and we head to the bar to get me caught up drink wise. As we’re headed back, my friend takes a video of me dancing with my martini and says, “Everyone on Instagram is about to reply to this shocked you’re out drinking, Ana!”
I’m not a big social media user, but I see the video with our location tagged, decide I look good and repost it on my story. I put my phone back down on the table and just catch up with my friends as I unwind and try not to think about Austin with Vanessa. After a few more drinks, I realize my phone was going off. I have a missed call and now a text from… Mr. Presley.
I sigh and check my phone. As I’m reading the text, I gulp and I can feel my cheeks burning. Kelsey must gauge my reaction and she grabs my phone from my hands. I don’t even try to hide it from her and she reads the last message on my phone, grabs my hand and pulls me up dragging me away from our group.
“Ana, this text…. “Anastasia, I saw your post… I’m coming to see you” this is not a friendly text! He has a girlfriend! You work together,” Kelsey scolds me firmly, but quietly so strangers around us can’t overhear. I sigh and lean into whisper, “Can we get another drink? I need to catch you up….”
We head to the bar and as soon as I get a drink, I take a sip and then tell Kelsey everything. The flirting, Austin saying him and Vanessa broke up, him sleeping at my apartment, the way I straddled him, him saying nothing could happen and end with him ignoring my text about the premiere only for me to see photos of him with Vanessa on the red carpet…
Kelsey’s mouth is dropped and she orders us another round of drinks. Uhh, I feel a little drunk… I order a water and feel a bit better right away. Buzzed, but not too drunk.
As Kelsey is going on about how I need to forget about Austin and treat it like work, she stops midsentence. “Uhh, Ana, he’s really here,” she whispers. She plays it off cool, but I don’t. I turn around and see Austin right away. Tall, his dyed dark hair, in jeans and an opened buttondown and his icy blue eyes, which lock on me right away. He looks sad at first and then his eyes darken and he bites his bottom lip. He is definitely checking me out as he looks me up and down slowly. He looks like he’s drinking me in.
Fuck, what am I supposed to do now? I look at Kelsey and groan. I chug my drink and before I’m done, another espresso martini appears in front of me. I grab the drink and go to walk away from the bar back to our friends, but Austin steps right in front of me. Fuck, he’s so hot. I look up at him and he bites his lip while he caresses my cheek with his thumb, he leans down and whispers, “You look so fucking good, Anastasia.”
I have goosebumps everywhere. Why does he have this effect on me? I just wanna jump on him here, in front of everyone. I keep it together and say loudly, “Oh, nice to see you! I didn’t know I invited you. Where’s Vanessa?” He looks a bit taken aback by my words and I regret them right away. What are you doing, Ana?
I don’t know what to say next, but he grabs my chin and whispers into my ear, “We need to talk, now, Anastasia.”
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Hello!!!!
I hope things are looking up from the week you’ve had!
I’m back with my incessant questions, and I’m still fixated on every detail from post prom. . .
Did Eddie drive her home after breakfast with Wayne? If so, what was that like? Did she change back into her dress? Did he know the way to her house or did she have to give him directions? Did he hold her hand or anything? Did he walk her to her door?
I know you’re writing for a totally different series right now, so please feel no pressure to answer this if you’re in a different headspace. Sending 💓💓💓!!
Oh, I'm a disaster right now 😂 but enough about me. Let's talk about Eddie!
He absolutely drove her home after breakfast because Eddie's a gentleman. As much as he might want to keep her around all day, he knows it's time for them to temporarily part ways. So while Wayne cleans up the kitchen and gets ready for bed (the man's tired from working all damn night), she and Eddie change--yes, she gets back into her prom dress--and hit the road.
They do not go to her house, and I'll tell you why:
She's not ready to be embarrassed by her parents quite yet. Her parents know about Eddie. They might not know all the details, but they definitely know about his existence. And if Eddie takes her home and walks her to the door, which he will inevitably want to do, she knows her parents are going to insist on an introduction at minimum. No thank you. She'll tackle that beast later.
It's Sunday! She always spends Sundays with Chrissy. It's part of their friendship ritual. And right now she's dying to exchange post prom stories with her best friend.
She will, of course, explain this to Eddie when he asks for directions to her house. Regardless of her feelings for Eddie, Chrissy is still the most important person in her life, so it's crucial that Eddie understands this as early as possible. Otherwise, it's going to create friction in their relationship.
"We're kinda like conjoined twins attached at the hip."
"Okay, well, that... totally normal." 🤨
Luckily, Eddie has no problem with this. Sure it's a bit strange (and maybe a little unhealthy), but who is he to judge? He's a laidback guy and has no intention of getting between their friendship.
Anyway, Eddie takes the long way to Chrissy's house because he's not in any hurry to say goodbye. They'll drive in silence for the most part, exchanging little smiles and glances every now and then. It's a very comfortable silence, though. They don't feel the need to talk right now. They're enjoying each other's company and reflecting on everything that's happened. Sure, the occasional embarrassing thought might bubble to the surface (I mean, they did come dangerously close to having sex 😬), but it's something they can laugh off. And, for the record, they're both so glad they didn't have sex because the experience will be so much better and more meaningful after they've gotten to know each other better and have built up that emotional intimacy. There's no need to rush. They have plenty of time.
But Eddie will take note of the drugstore that he passes along the way and remind himself to double back and pick up some condoms. He's never gonna be caught unprepared again.
Eventually, he'll pull up in front of Chrissy's house and they'll say their long goodbyes. (He'll offer to walk her to the door, but she'll tell him not to because... let's face it, Mrs. Cunningham's a bitch and she'll probably say something mean to him.)
"So... what are you gonna do now?"
"Uh, I dunno, actually. Don't really have any plans today... Maybe I'll finally clean out my van or something."
Then he'll flash that adorable, cheeky little smile that drives her crazy.
"Okay, well... I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Yeah... see you tomorrow."
And then things will get really awkward because she's expecting Eddie to kiss her, but he doesn't right away. We have to cut the boy some slack here because he's not exactly in his element. Plus it's... her, right? This girl makes Eddie act like a total doofus, so it kind of slipped his mind that THIS is the moment when he's supposed to lean in and kiss her. Thankfully, he recovers quickly and gives her a proper goodbye kiss.
Afterwards, she'll get out of the car and walk to the front door. Mrs. Cunningham will be there to answer it (in her Sunday best, of course 🙄) and probably look at her with utter disdain and disappointment. First she was too fat. Now the woman thinks she's a slut. There's no winning with her. The reader doesn't care. She goes inside and runs straight to Chrissy's room, eager to spill all the dirty details.
Eddie stays in the driveway for a while, watching as she disappears into the house... and then he becomes painfully aware of some of the looks he's getting from the neighbors. Chrissy lives in a nice house in a nice neighborhood, and his van kind of sticks out like a sore thumb.
"Relax, relax... I'm not here to rob you."
And he pulls out of the driveway and drives back home.
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*Sighs* I love this man. I can't wait to start working on new stuff.
This wasn't my best work (sorry, it's been a while since I've thought about this series), but hopefully I answered your question well enough.
Anyway, thanks for the ask! I hope you're doing well ❤️
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REVENGE
Notes: This is STILL NOT part one of chapter five. This is a ANOTHER teaser from chapter five. I'm sorry, but real talk, this very layered chapter is taking a lot to unfold, but I'm soooo close.
For now, here's another mid-season, spring hiatus, out of sequence and context snippet from chapter five. And, meet me here on Tumblr next Friday for part one of chapter five (for real this time).
CHAPTER FIVE SNEAK PEEK
Catherine walks into the kitchen with the exact opposite energy that her daughters have. None of them are demonstrating the tendencies of morning people, or seem thrilled to be up and about the day after a mid-week party. And yet, for one reason or another, they’re all dressed and preparing to start their day. They look at Catherine as though she’s insane.
Mary: “And why do you look like you got a visit from your fairy godmother last night, mom?”
Catherine: “Because we all have a choice to greet each new day as if there’s endless potential for it to be a perfect one. I’ve decided that everything will go my way today.”
Beth: “Oh great. That means she’s come in here to give us orders.”
Catherine: “You’re not wrong, Beth. Sunday is your father’s and my 20th anniversary dinner, and I’ve come to set some ground rules.”
Mary: “Wait, you’re still going through with that sham of a celebration.”
Catherine: “I’ll beg your pardon. We are still very much in a marriage, and have raised three grown daughters, while running successful corporations. I’d say that’s plenty of reason to celebrate 20 years of partnership.”
Beth: “She has a point, Mary. Contractually, they’re still bound together with all of their assets and things. So, why not throw a party to look happy about it and hide all of the internal collusion and corruption?”
Catherine: “And that’s exactly the kind of talk that I’ll have none of at our dinner. I’m expecting you ladies to be on your very best behavior, and I’d really like it to be something intimate. So you’re not entitled to bring more than one plus one, which I need to approve in advance. Kate, I believe yours will be Tommy, so yours is approved. I’ll need the two of you to confirm who you’re bringing by the end of day tomorrow, so we can reach out to them regarding their dietary accommodations.”
Kate: “You sure Tommy’s not your plus one?”
Kate says that under her breath, but both of her sisters catch it and snap their heads to stare at her in shock. She waves them off, and drinks her coffee, not in the mood to explain.
Catherine isn’t interested in any discussion around her instructions. So she leaves the kitchen before anyone can argue, as per her customary last-word having exit.
Mary: “Kate, seriously, what is going on with you?”
Kate puts her coffee mug down and looks at Mary with the seriousness she's demanding.
Kate: “I’m done with all of the charades. I’m not going to this dinner, and I’m not going to argue about it. You know I only live here because you two do, and I can barely stand it. I’m going to do my best to steer clear of both of them from now on. I need a break.”
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See you next week!
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Announcing our love - Ch6:
Sundays, Papyrus went in a little later and closed a little earlier with his biggest spike being late breakfast and early lunch. Instead of five, he rose at seven to open half past eight. He sat up and saw his little human bundled under the sheets wearing a sleepy grin as she slept right through the alarm. He smiled and kissed her neck to stir her. "Noooo, Pap..." Chara groaned in a foggy voice. "Three's 'nough..." She shooed him away lazily with her hand crossed over her body not even bothering to roll over to face him.
"ARE WE TALKING GLASSES OF WINE OR TRICYCLE MOTORS?"
"Both..."
"NYEH HEH! I LOVE YOU. COME ON, DEAR, WE NEED TO LET THE KIDS KNOW WE WILL BE LEAVING THEM WITH THEIR AUNT FRISK AND UNCLE SANS SO THEY CAN THROW THEIR FITS NOW AND BE DONE WITH IT."
"Don't you put that on me today, Papyrus. You get to leave while I'm stuck with them!"
"THE SOONER THE BETTER, DEAREST. DON'T WORRY, I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL I KNOW THEY WON'T CAUSE YOU GRIEF." Chara groaned and dressed for the day while Papyrus started his routine.
The three were already piled on the couch in their pajamas watching television and shoveling sugar laden cereal into their cheeks. "Kids..." Chara beckoned their attention and turned off the show followed with a chorus of groans. "Shush! This will only take as long as you make it. Kids, your father and I have something to talk with you about."
"Oh no! They're getting divorced!!" Kabel cried and threw his hands to his face dramatically.
"What?! No! And, where did you learn that word anyway??"
"Our friend at school said their mom and dad were doing it, and she said she will only see her daddy on the weekends..." Sylfae told them.
"WE'RE NOT GETTING A DIVORCE. YOU CHILDREN ARE DRAMATIC LIKE YOUR MOTHER. ACTUALLY, WE'RE DOING THE OPPOSITE OF A DIVORCE!"
"You're... getting married??" Serif asked with a scrunched face feeling very confused.
"We're renewing our wedding vows for our anniversary, yes. Which means you three will have a role to play in it. Papa and Momma love each other very much and aren't interested by any means in leading separate lives. Also, we do have some news you're not going to like to follow the wedding. Papa and I will be gone for a week, a full seven days, on a honeymoon... just us... without you three..."
"You're leaving us behind?!" Kabel asked in distress.
"But, we always go on trips together..." Sylfae teared up. "You don't want us to come?"
"Both of you, stop," Serif cut in bopping them on the head with one of their stuffed animals to get their attention. "Mom and Dad will be doing boring grown-up stuff on their trip. Stuff you won't be interested in. That's what a honeymoon is. They don't want to hear us groan for a week about how bored we are while they take care of things."
Chara smiled adoringly at her oldest who frequently translated what they were trying to say in terms the younger ones would understand. "What kind of stuffs?" Kabel asked not quite convinced.
"I don't know, I've never been!"
"WE'LL BE TAKING CARE OF PAPA'S WORK STUFF, TAXES, LEGAL PAPERWORK, SCHEDULING, MAYBE EVEN RUN ERRANDS WITHOUT HAVING TO STOP EVERY FIVE MINUTES FOR ONE OF YOU TO PEE," Papyrus helped his son out picking up on where this was going.
"Booooo!!" Sylfae and Kabel shouted at the same time. "Why even go??" Sylfae asked.
"Because adults sometimes have things to do that aren't always fun but are necessary. That's part of being a responsible adult. Thank you, stinker. We appreciate the backup," Chara kissed all three of them and joined them in front of the tv.
"QUICK THINKING, SON. GOOD JOB," Papyrus roughed his hair and kissed all of them before heading out the door for work. Thanks to Serif, the talk went smoother than planned. They loved all of their kids, but they were grateful for Serif and how he was with his siblings.
@papara-week
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487.
What is something you’re behind the times on?
TikTok lol.
What are you brainstorming ideas for right now?
Nothing right now, to be honest.
Do you have a neighbor who plays real annoying music?
Nah, mostly our neighbours are pretty quiet and respectful luckily.
Do you miss someone?
No.
What’s something you’ve had a toxic reaction to?
Nothing as far as I’m aware.
Have you ever had a severe allergic reaction?
No, thankfully not.
What do you want to be for Halloween this year?
Nothing, thanks.
If you don’t know, what are some ideas you have?
...
Are you happy at the moment?
I am happy! I just finished work for my Easter break and my GOD it’s been a long time coming lol. I just need some time out.
Do you have a headache?
No. I have stomach cramps instead.
What color are your glasses, if applicable?
Black and purple.
Do you still look in the toy aisle, or do you pass it by?
I can’t remember the last time I looked there.
List a great $1 store find:
Amazingly nice scented candles.
List a great garage sale find:
I’ve never been to one. They’re not really a thing over here.
Have you ever had a friend push you away for no reason?
Probably not for no reason, even if it felt like that at the time. Looking back, we just grew apart and didn’t really have much/if anything in common anymore.
What are your summer fashion essentials?
Suncream, nice dresses, comfortable shoes that don’t rub lol.
Do you have a 5-year plan?
I don’t even have a five minute plan.
Who is one celebrity you would like to meet?
I don’t know, Johnny Depp maybe.
Who is one youtuber you would like to meet?
None of them.
What are your fall fashion essentials?
Oversized, chunky sweaters and a cute ankle boots.
What was your favorite outfit to wear this past summer?
I don’t really remember anything specific, I mostly wore shorts and t-shirts to work.
Where do you buy most of your clothes?
I haven’t bought new clothes for ages, but normally a mixture of Fat Face, George and Amazon.
Do you post on youtube regularly?
I’ve not uploaded a video on YouTube for well over a decade.
Do you have your own website?
Nope.
What do you sell, if anything?
I sell natural dog treats as part of my business.
Do you think you would be a good salesperson?
I’m good at selling my services online or via social media, but I’d be absolutely rubbish at it in person lol.
What are ten positive words that describe you?
Animal-lover, organised, loyal, hard-working, open-minded, determined...and I really can’t think of anything else lol.
Are you getting excited about fall?!?!
I mean, it’s only April.
What’s your favorite school supply to purchase?
I used to love buying cute notebooks and folders.
Do you keep a planner every year?
I just use my phone diary for work appointments. My days change constantly so having a paper planner/diary would just get very messy, very quickly.
Do you write a lot?
No.
What’s your favorite color pen to write with?
Black.
Do you go to church?
Nope.
What’s your favorite fall drink?
Nothing that’s specific to that time of year.
Do you use a sunlamp?
No.
What’s your favorite thing about Sundays?
It depends, every week my days are different depending on what jobs I have to do and the weather. Generally I get to sleep in on Sundays though, which is good.
Do you like candy corn?
We don’t have them here.
What’s on your to-do list for today (or tomorrow, if it’s late)?
I got up, did housework, had breakfast, worked 8.30-12pm, picked the dog up, came home, fed the animals, had a shower, had lunch and now I’m doing this and watching TV. Tomorrow I plan on doing as little as possible lol.
Where do you buy calendars?
I don’t.
Do you like to wear skirts?
No. I like dresses, though.
What is your name (first and middle)?
Nicola. I’m not giving you the rest.
What are your sibling(s)’ names?
I don’t have any siblings.
What would you have been named if you had been born the opposite gender?
Alexander.
If you had another sibling, what would he/she be named?
My parents didn’t want any other children.
Do you like your name?
It’s okay. I wouldn’t bother to change but it’s not a name I would pick for anyone either.
What does your name mean?
According to Google, it’s Greek and means “people of victory”.
What would you name your daughter/daughters?
I don’t want children.
What would you name your son/sons?
See above.
Do you want to have kids?
Absolutely not.
What was your favorite vacation you went on as a kid?
I loved skiing in Switzerland and Canada, summer holidays in Italy and seeing family in Australia.
Were you happy as a kid?
Yes, for the most part, especially as a younger child.
Which Barbie had your hair color?
I have no idea, I never really played with Barbie.
Do you have any toys still from when you were a kid?
No.
What were some of your favorite toys as a child?
A rabbit named Beauty, a bear called Cameron and a doll called Rosie.
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