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youwouldntdownloadapizza · 3 months

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The Pleasures of The Unknown | Kate Middleton x The Unknown (Glasgow Wonka Experience 2024)

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When Kate Middleton mistakenly ends up at a magical chocolate factory in Glasgow, she finds herself drawn to a mysterious cloaked figure with a penchant for dark chocolate.

pairing: Kate Middleton x The Unknown (Glasgow Wonka 2024)

rating: 18+, minors DNI

word count: 1.2k

tags: crack, crack treated seriously, crack fic, smut, mild smut, finger sucking, chocolate, sex and chocolate, light BDSM, choking, thigh riding, rpf, bald harry styles, balddry, infidelity, glasgow, willy wonka experience - freeform, glasgow willy wonka - freeform, Balmoral, british royal family, unhinged innuendo

chapter warnings: smut, infidelity

Kate Middleton stared at her bangs in the Buckingham Palace bathroom mirror.

"I can't go out like this," she complained to William. "The Sun will rip me a new one!"

"Kate, my dear," he kissed her on the cheek, turning to lean against the counter. She continued tugging at her botched fringe until he took her hand. "It's just hair. It'll grow back."

"That's rich, coming from you."

William looked down at his royal bunny slippers with a frown. Even they had more hair than he did. Perhaps he should have them fashioned into a wig. He'd have to ask his frenemy, Harry Styles, for wigmaker recommendations.

"I don't know what to do." Kate looked up at her husband with tears in her eyes. He wiped them away with his royal hanky.

"I do," he smiled. Sliding his hand into his back pocket, he produced the royal AmEx.

"Take a holiday, Kate. Go to Balmoral or Hollyrood for a few weeks. Grow them out. Maybe even get that BBL you've been talking about getting. Scotland is a great place to recover from surgery. What with all the free healthcare and all, innit?" he said Britishly.

"You're so right, William. I'll leave first thing tomorrow."

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Kate double-checked the address her husband had given her as she stepped out of her royal Uber Black.

"This can't be the right place. Balmoral was never this colorful!"

The cabbie rolled down his window. "Don't worry, ma'am, this is Willy's place! Be quick and get inside, it's looking like rain."

With a soft 'innit', the driver pulled away, and Kate was left on Willy's doorstep.

She assumed 'Willy' was short for her husband 'William', but as she entered the foyer, she began to have her doubts. The place appeared to be some sort of magical chocolate factory.

Although sparsely decorated, the place maintained some air of whimsy. Well, less of an air, more of a spritz, but clamato, clamato.

"Soo la voo," Kate shrugged, walking beneath the sparkly, styrofoam rainbow and towards whatever fate awaited her here.

"Ahh, more guests! Welcome!" A depressed-looking woman in a green wig approached her.

"Here, compliments of Willy," she said, sliding a plastic cup containing a splash of what appeared to be sparkling lemonade into Kate's left hand. Into her right went a single jelly bean.

"What is this?" Kate asked.

"Our welcome gift to you! And only $40, such a deal."

Kate supposed $40 was a fair price for such splendor. After all, if bananas were $10, this was surely worth four times that. She popped the jelly bean and washed it down with the lemonade.

"Carry on down the hallway. Your future awaits."

Kate left her luggage and her empty cup with the so-called Oompa Loompa and proceeded down the bare linoleum hallway. That uncanny-valley candy landscape tapestry really ties the place together, she mused.

A voice greeted her at the end of the hall.

"What. Is. That?" A blonde man in a red top hat and coattails pointed towards an unassuming mirror.

Why, that's me! Kate Middleton! Kate Middleton thought to herself.

Kate nearly leaped out of her skin when the creature emerged from behind the looking glass.

"It's...THE UNKNOWN!!"

That's when Kate fainted.

When she awoke, her head was spinning. "Where am I?" She asked to the blackness that surrounded her.

A deep voice answered her. "You're in the walls. This is my home. My own dark chocolate factory."

"Your what?" Kate asked.

As her eyes adjusted, she realized she was in a small bedroom combined with a confectionary workspace, almost a studio apartment of sorts.

"My dark chocolate factory. You see, Willy Wonka seeks only to pump this world full of river-churned, high-fructose, milky delicious bullshit. What I aim to create is something far more sophisticated. Far more complex. And far, far darker."

"Oh? Might I try some?"

"Why of course," the silver-masked, black-hooded creature pulled back its sleeve to reveal long, nimble fingers.

He crossed to his chocolate worktable and dipped his index and middle fingers into a whirring chocolate fountain. The creature stalked towards her, extending the sample.

Kate leaned towards him, but froze. "Before I suck on your fingers, I should probably know your name."

The creature angled his head, as if considering her. "I have no name. I am only...The Unknown."

Kate's heart raced in her chest. That chocolate, those fingers, it all looked simply divine. And if William could be unfaithful, why couldn't she do the same? She deserved it, just this once. As a treat.

She opened her mouth, and The Unknown slid his fingers past her lips. She sucked deeply, the flavor sliding across her tongue and down her throat, the complex flavor and intensity of the delivery method sending shivers down her spine.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

"A bit," Kate admitted.

"Well then," she could hear the smirk in his voice even if she couldn't see it on his face. "Perhaps I'll have to warm you up myself."

Kate bit her lip. "Would you...put your willy? In my chocolate factory?"

His fingers closed around her throat. She drew a sharp breath.

She could feel his breath as he whispered in her ear, "Forget willies. Forget chocolate factories. Allow yourself to submit, to embrace the pleasures of The Unknown."

Kate let out a shuddering breath as she gazed up at that shiny mask. She didn't know what lurked behind it. She didn't care.

She kissed him then, the plastic of his mask hard against her soft lips. And then she was sprawled on the bed, his knee between her legs, and she was grinding against him.

"Oh, The Unknown!" She moaned.

"Please, there's no need for formality. Call me The."

So Kate did. She sounded like the gilded first word of a sponge's term paper as she wailed his name over and over again, into the dark stillness of this secret room behind the walls.

"I'm close," Kate moaned.

"Good girl."

He leaned down to kiss at her neck. The rough edges of the cheap mask scratched at her sensitive skin, but she didn't care. She was lost in the pleasures of The Unknown.

It was the hair that brought her to the edge, something her husband could never give her. The chemical scent of his cheap, black wig filled her nostrils as she rode his thigh, dangling there on the precipice.

"Ohh!" Kate screamed as she came, her thighs shaking with pleasure as she clenched around nothing.

A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled at her throat, and she swooned. After all these years of marriage, William had never rocked her world like this masked stranger just had. As they lay there together, she slipped into the chocolatey darkness of slumber, utterly content.

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When Kate returned home, butt bigger and bangs longer, William had wanted to hear about her experience in Scotland.

"What was your favorite part?" He asked.

"I learned a lot about myself on this trip," she told him. "But the most valuable lesson was in learning to embrace the pleasures of the unknown."

"See, a little uncertainty is good sometimes!" He teased, tugging on her much-improved bangs before giving her a soft kiss.

"Mm," he smacked his lips. "Tastes like chocolate."

#ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #crack fic #glasgow #glasgow willy wonka experience #willy wonka #the unknown #glasgow willy wonka #ai wonka #balddry #kate middleton #kate middleton conspiracy #kate middleton missing #kate middleton bangs #kate middleton bbl #kate middleton x the unknown

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bloodyjuls-blog · 1 year

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The worst of us (part 2)

Here's the second part. We gonna have a third part and maybe fourth amongst this week (I go to Uni) (let me know if you like the drama or less drama for next part)

"Hi, y/n" Leah said. "Hi capi how are we doing" I said in a shaky voice. "what's up y/n, are you crying?" Leah said concerned by my tone of voice. "it's just that i messed up in a way" you said with a shrinking voice. "what did you do y/n and why do I get the feeling it has something to do with Alexia" Leah said more seriously. I told her what I had heard in the locker room... "but that's ok innit" "she visualized with you in the long run" she said calmer. "yeah but you know how much I went through before I met her to have to deal with that" y/n she said calmer " "I thought you had everything under control y/n" Leah said flatly. "that's what i thought, everything was fine until a few months ago, she found the bottles in the dishwasher and didn't say anything. how the hell did she not say anything, being a footballer and drink without control" you said hysterically. "but you can go to therapy again, you can control it" said Leah. "I feel like all this pressure from marriage and kids, media, Giraldez, it's drowning me LEAH. Ahh fuck, I'm going crazy" "who do you think you are to cross the traffic light like that, fucking crazy" you said in a way that even you don't recognize yourself. "Y/N calm down now, I hope you're not driving" "Of course I'm driving Leah" "Alexia decided it was best for me to leave, it's all fucking over. I can't take it anymore" you said crying. "Don't do something crazy please, if you're going to drink, go home, it's safer" said Leah in a worried tone. "No tonti, I'm not going to do anything bad," you said more calmly. Yet another lie, I thought. Of course you spent the whole night drinking at the 24h market close to home. You'd be as dead as a doornail the next day at training

Next day at training

"Well girls, as we all know, we have the champions match day coming up, I want everyone to be plugged in and eager to win," said Jonatan. "Yes coach" we all answered in unison. Once on the court the group was divided by positions and it was my turn to play against Alexia. Not surprisingly, none of the girls spoke to me. They were clearly leaning towards the captain. That made me very angry, that I hadn't done anything wrong enough to be disowned. To say I felt bad was too little for everything that was crossing my mind at the time. One thing they tell you is not to mix work and home but when your home is your colleague it becomes impossible, let alone seeing her as beautiful as ever. In a different situation, the girls would be more supportive and condescending to me but no, today was the day to make my life a hell.

A couple of exercises later I felt like I was going to faint, the spring heat and the monumental hangover I'm carrying don't help. In one of those passes that I have to receive I get lost and my team yells at me in a way that is so fucking scary, those beasts are scary. Alexia looks at me with rage, I don't think I've ever seen her so upset with someone, not even with the fucking gals of real madrid. If these things happen to me because I'm stupid. To say that right now I was at my strongest mental point is a lie, but I was doing what I could. In one play we had to clear the ball and of course as my luck couldn't be worse today I had to receive in front of Alexia. Not having the physique today to give it my all, Alexia got there first and threw a missile in my face. "Ouch" I thought as I fell unconscious on the grass. Alexia approaches me and tells me in the most venomous way possible "let's see if you wake up and stop drinking. The example you set for the little ones. Very good, very good". At that moment I couldn't think of anything but pain and Alexia's words. I think if I had to compare it to anything it would be a stab in the back. Alexia knows my weak points and yet she uses them against me.

At the medical room they put ice packs and ointment on my face for the bruises. luckily nothing is broken beyond an eyebrow. I head home before and out of nowhere I get flashbacks of all those times I was told that I was not a good example, that I was not enough, that I should not spend my time in football, but what bothers me the most is that it reminds me of when my father told me that I was a bad example for my nephews, because of them I changed. Sometimes things do not turn out the way you want. And as I knew that this day was going to end worse I decided to take a flask of whiskey in my backpack. It was not a good idea.

As I go into the locker room to get my stuff I hear the girls laughing about something Alexia said. I let myself listen to her a little bit because I know that when I go in they will shut up and give me funny looks. I hear her say "maybe it wasn't the right time or she, all of a sudden her alcohol problem came back". But since she is so sneaky about telling my stuff to the others. "Alexia you can just shut up and stop telling my things, at least respect what I once in privacy told you" I said it in the most calm and broken way possible. Suddenly because of the alcohol I had already had. They all went quiet and went back to their things. Alexia looked at me and I grabbed my stuff and left. Bad idea, I couldn't drive with alcohol on me. Fucking alexia, fucking family club, fucking liquor. Angry, I got in the car to go to my special place.

In the locker room the English girls came in, joking about y/n had brought a flask of whiskey and hadn't hesitated to drink it during practice. All the girls reacted and started to worry. "What's up girls?" said Keira, still laughing. "What's going on here is that most of the people here have been making fun of y/n and her alcohol problems, thanks alexia, and now she has gone home in her car drunk" said Ana a little more upset. To tell the truth Ana has always been on my side, it has to do with the amount of years we have known each other, I consider her one of the family but with the alcohol recently, I have moved away a little.

Already in the car I'm a little dizzy, everything is spinning and the memories are killing me. To say that driving like this is ok is reckless, don't do it under any circumstances. A couple of hours later I find myself back in Alexia's neighborhood, wandering around like a fool, as if she was going to show up. I decide to go up the Tibidabo but in the vicinity I come across a curve which I try to maneuver as best I can but apparently it beats me. The only thing I remember is calling Alexia. "Hi y/n, what do you want" says Ale a little angry "Hi bonita, I want to hear you and I want you to know that I love you with all my heart" you say almost without air in your lungs because of the blow "and please forgive me for not being enough for you, I swear that everything makes sense, but there is nothing to do anymore. That you were always a family to me " "why are you saying that y/n, I'm getting worried ""where are you ""goodbye alexia, I love you" you said before you hung up and your whole world turned black.

#Alexia putellas #woso #fc barcelona femeni #fcb femeni #espwnt #lionesses #alexia putellas one shot #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader

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infinitethree · 1 month

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OH MY GOD THE LORE. I WANTED MY FIRST ASK TO BE TO THE CHARACTERS BUT NO YOU THROW IN THE SHOWRUNNER AND SCRIBE. THAT'S SO COOL??///?

Somewhat surprisingly, the Showrunner doesn’t turn to face the ‘camera’.

“There is no fucking camera, this is text,” they huff, though most of their attention is focused on their stage.

Whatever they’re doing, it seems like they’re preparing for something big.

The blood-red curtains are wrenched back to give them maximum space to work with. There are backdrops being painted, props being made, and countless other little things being done by strange entities that seem to be more like amorphous blobs of ink than anything else. They stretch and contort to do whatever tasks they're doing.

Perhaps most concerningly of all, the Showrunner’s screen-face– once more whole and looking as though it had never cracked open like it did– displays a wide, almost manic grin. The smaller screens around their head spin in what seems like excitement, though it’s hard to tell what’s displayed on them.

Bright and cheerful, they note, “Nice to meet a fan. So few people appreciate how good my adorable little admin-monster is! I mean, just look at it! Decided to will itself into existence all on its own. Scribs and the Executive– yeah, term changed, she decided it was better to use ‘Management’ for the group formerly known as the Reformation Team.” There’s a pronounced roll of their eyes, and an annoyed huff.

“Anyway, they were all weh weh weh this doesn’t fit in, but, well, fuck them! Innit made everything better, and by better I mean not nearly as fucking boring. What’s the fun in having everything be all…planned and methodical? Chaos is so much more exciting! And, hey, it worked out in the end, didn’t it?”

A cane appears, and they lean on it with both of their primary hands. A second pair grabs one of the smaller screens and begins tapping on it like a phone.

“I look forward to the results of the seeds of chaos you’re planting. You really speak my language on that front.” Their grin gets wider, as do their eyes.

With a static-tinged giggle they add, “Oh, how will the actors react to these prompts? Ahh, I can't wait to see the next act!”

#asked&answered #chronotag #runstheshow #:)

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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Alfie Solomons- Partners In Crime Pt1

The Peaky Blinders were well known around England, so was the Jewish gangster of Camden, Alfie Solomons, but just as the two men there was another gangster rising, YN YLN. Already well known to Thomas Shelby, YN and her gang had helped Tommy take down Changretta but now it was Alfie Solomons asking for her help.. well asking Thomas to get him and YN in touch.

"Who are you?" a young lad asks holding open the door to Alfie Solomons' 'bakery'

"Mr Solomons is expecting me"

"But errm what's your name"

"YN YLN" I raise an eyebrow at the young man

"Oh errr I'm not sure Mr Solomons has an appointment for you" I sigh rolling my eyes

"I don't need an appointment" I push past the young man who starts to panic

"Miss please, if your here for Mr Solomons for work then he prefers them later in the...."

"I am not a whore" I turn on my feet to look at the young man who I still don't know the name of, nor care to know the name of "now will you show me to Mr Solomons"

"Errm ok. This way" he takes the lead to an office. Before he can knock I walk through

"Ollie I told you to knock. Out!" I hear the rough voice of the man sat at a desk while doing paper work. I look at the man I know known as Ollie

"Erm you see Mr Solomons...."

"Out!"

"You heard the man. Out" I smile at Ollie then turn back to look at Mr Solomons

"Ahh Miss YLN" he stands up holding his arms out wide "well don't just stand there Ollie. Offer the lady a drink. Miss YLN take a seat" I sit down where Alfie is pointing, a chair in front of his desk. Ollie walks out of the room to get me a glass

"Thomas told me you needed my help" I say taking my coat off and placing it on the chair next to me with my bag also

"You helped Thomas kill Changretta right now I need your help"

"How do I know I won't get double crossed ay. You worked with Sabini also while working with Tom" Ollie knocks the door and walks in with a glass and some alcohol. He places the glass in front of me with a shaking hand and pours my drink. I take a sip and instantly taste rum

"Opinions?" Alfie asks me

"I'm more of a gin girl myself. Or whisky, Irish"

"Just like Tommy. The problem, right, between rum and gin, is that gin, right, it leads to the melancholy. Whereas rum incites violence, it also allows you to be liberated from your self-doubt"

"I have no self doubt Mr Solomons. Now you didn't answer my question"

"Look right it's Tommy Shelby innit. He'd do the same if it suits him"

"I heard you crossed the line with Tom. So how can I trust you?"

"What fucking line am I supposed to have crossed?!" I raise an eyebrow at Alfie's comment who looks angry

"That's between you at Tom"

"Tom? you mates or his..."

"Whore? no. Mr Solomons I'd like to know why I'm here, before I walk out in 5 minutes"

"I'm having death threats right. I don't know who from and Tommy said your the best at tracking people down innit and killing them without a trace. Better that those Peakys"

"That's very true Mr Solomons..."

"Alfie. Call me Alfie" he smirks at me

"Well Alfie, if I do this job, what's in it for me?"

"Whatever you want love" love? his he trying to flirt?

"I'll be in touch Alfie. I'll have one of my men send you a telegraph" I gather my things and stand up

"Won't you finish your drink Miss YLN?" and with that I down the rest of the rum "I'll see myself out"

Over the next few weeks my men and I work tirelessly trying to find out who has been sending death threats. Turns out it was just a gang leader wannabe. I open the doors to Alfie's distillery, walking past his men and over to his office where Ollie just walks out

"Oh Miss YLN we didn't know you were coming over. Just to warn you Mr Solomon's is in a bad mood"

"Well I'm sure the information I give him today will lighten up his mood" I open the door to Alfie's office and place the papers in front of him. He looks up at me

"What's this"

"Your death threat gangster wannabe. He's name is Nathan Holmes. 26 years old, jealous man who wants money" I sit down opposite Alfie as he takes the papers and starts looking at Nathan "now, my men have him in our warehouse, would you like us to kill and dispose or would you like to have some fun"

"Can't let you have all the fun now can I love?" Alfie smirks making me smile

"Well if you'd like to follow me to my car I'll take you to him" I get up and walk out of Alfie's office with Alfie right behind me.

While in the car on the way to my warehouse Alfie turns to me

"Tommy has a ball coming up. Are you going?"

"Are you asking me to go with you Alfie?"

"What if I am. Right think about it. Tommy Shelby, YN YLN and me Alfie Solomons show a united front. We will all be untouchable"

"We all rest are Alfie, but sure. I'll go with you"

#alfie solomons #alfie solomon’s imagine #alfie solomons x y/n #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders

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jake-g-lockley · 2 years

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The Light of My Knight | Moon Knight x Desi!Reader | Chapter 3: Onward!

Parings: Steven Grant x femdesi!Reader

Warnings: More innuendos, swearing ofc, Khonshu being considerate (very out of character innit, he just wants his boy to get some), Jake being Jake again :)

Word Count: 3 k

Chapter summary: Birthday with Steven

Taglist: @brekkers-desigirl @wordacadabra @paymeinkash @ahookedheroespureheart @sodonuthideout @obsessedwadonis

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

P.S. This is the song that inspired a part of this chapter. If you know this song, you know whats coming 💕

Moon Boys’ POV

Steven was early. He was in the elevator going up to Y/N’s flat, clutching a bouquet of pure white roses and a box of fresh scones from the bakery near his flat, wearing his black button-up shirt, dress pants, and his favorite Doc Martens. He glanced at the reflection beside him where Marc looked on, the frown on his face pronounced.

Marc wanted to take control of the body but since Steven fell for Y/N first, it was only fair that he would front on her special day. Jake was nowhere in the headspace, still silent from the night before, which made Steven slightly grateful as he could safely avoid Jake’s ‘advice’.

Steven stepped out of the elevator and walked slowly towards Y/N’s flat. He hoped that she would be awake by now. The aromatic smell was the first thing that hit him as he crossed the corridor. Spices mixed with the heavenly scent of jasmine filled his nose and he breathed in deeply. He hesitates, glancing at his watch again.

”Come on man, just knock.” Marc said impatiently in his head.

Steven rapped the door softly and called out “Heya, it's me, Steven!” He quickly hid the flowers behind him as Y/N swung the door open, slightly perplexed.

Everything in Steven’s mind was going in slow motion and he was mesmerized and frozen to the spot. She was wearing a kurti top and her leggings, her forehead was covered in delicate beads of sweat and her hair was neatly braided. Her earrings swayed with the momentum of her movement and she had the biggest smile on her face. He snaps out of his daze and greets her with an ear to ear grin.

“Steven! You’re really early. So sorry, I’m still cooking, come in!” She said, looking slightly flustered.

Before Steven could apologize, she squealed “AHH MY THOSAI” and ran to the stove.

Steven chuckled at the chaos he was witnessing and set the flowers aside to remove his shoes. He had never been to Y/N’s place before.

It was a modest place, decorated with enough plants to resemble a little rainforest. Just like his place, there were books everywhere and little trinkets scattered amongst the free spaces.

Y/N was almost twirling around her little kitchen, multitasking between the flat pan and the large pot on her stove. She flipped her last thosai onto a plate beside the stove and turned back to Steven, beaming.

”Please, make yourself at home, Steven.” She beamed. “I made this spread thinking-” her mouth dropped as she finally noticed the big bouquet of flowers behind him on the table.

“Woah Steven! Who’s the lucky woman? Or man, I mean, don’t judge.” She stutters a little, grinning.

“Um, well, uhh, they’re for you, actually. I got you some scones from the bakery too. Happy Birthday Y/N!” Steven said, smiling doppily, holding them in front of her. She stared at the items in front of her, head bowed slightly.

Silence filled the room. Steven swore he could feel the atmosphere drastically change and it certainly wasn’t the giant dead bird that followed him around which just settled on Y/N’s couch.

“You knew it was my birthday and you got me flowers?” She whispered, head still bowed so Steven couldn’t catch the expression she was making.

“Uhm, yea sorry about that Y/N, I know you didn't tell me when your birthday was but I saw your file a while ago and I noted down your birthday and I’m so sorry for invading-” she cut him off and swung her arms around his waist, pulling him in for a tight hug, trying not to crush the flowers that he was holding in his outstretched arms.

Steven froze for a second as his heart gave way but he regained sanity and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, chin nestled onto the crown of her head.

“They are beautiful, Steven, thank you, you shouldn’t have gone through the trouble.” she mumbled after letting him go.

“And not let my best friend have the best birthday ever? Never!” Steven pouted playfully.

“Best friend? Ugh, hermano, you need to pick up the pace.” Jake spoke up in the head space.

Jake should shut up. But he’s right.

Y/N gestures for him to sit down as she begins to plate up a delicious bowl of food for him. Steven’s always loved Y/N’s cooking and she would always insist on bringing him something to eat when they were working late.

Her food tasted so homely, like each and every morsel was made with ounces of love. Every mouthful was filled with cascading flavors that his taste buds couldn’t fully appreciate unless he had more.

Her food also made Marc sad sometimes, reminiscent of the times where their mother would cook for them. It pained Steven too but the look of appreciation on Y/N’s face wrapped itself like little secure bandages around their resented past.

She slowly poured steaming tea into little copper cups and sat down with a small huff.

“So, Y/N, what do you usually do on your birthday?” Steven said, his hands curled around the warmth of the copper cup.

Y/N hesitated, chewing her bottom lip.

“Ok I know this is going to sound a little dumb, but I usually sit around watching movies maybe with some snacks.” she says, not making eye contact, and instead picks at her thosai.

“Hmm, I don’t like the sound of that. How about we try something new, if you're up for it, of course, I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to.” Steven says, setting down the cup to grab her hand.

“THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!” Jake yells in Steven’s head, making him wince slightly.

“Oooo, hand holding, I hope you’re using protection.” Marc said, sarcasm evident in his voice as he quoted Phoebe.

Y/N stiffens slightly but then she softens and relaxes her hand into Steven’s.

“What do you have in mind?” She says, barely a whisper.

“Umm, well, have you gone to that new aquarium that had reopened by the River Thames? If you haven’t, and you’re interested, we could go?” Steven whispered back, leaning closer to her.

Her eyes widened slightly and a big smile dazzled her face.

“Sure! I’d love to go there.” she says, the delight in her voice making Steven float with happiness.

They quickly finished breakfast as they chatted about a new artifact that the museum had just ordered and after a few cups of tea, Y/N skipped away to get ready.

As the sound of the water from the shower hitting the floor fills the small flat, Steven took the chance to give Marc and Jake a piece of his mind.

“Look Marc, Jake! I don't need you lads yelling ‘Ten points to Gryffindor!’ each time I make the correct move with her, yea? I love you lads a lot, but it's getting hard to focus, having an audience inside your head.” Steven grumbles at the mirror that is closest to him.

“Not the only thing that's getting hard, apparently.” Jake countered, smirking.

“Mate, I swear I will throw us out of the flat’s window if you don’t quit it with your shite.” Steven said again, his voice slightly higher than he had intended it to be. Marc was silent and Steven could tell that he was not having a great time today.

Steven pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. He really did mean it, he loved his boys to bits, but he would rather hit them with a cricket bat than risk losing his chance with Y/N.

He sighed and picked up a book from Y/N’s stockpile to distract him from his current torment. A chapter in, Steven was brought back to reality by the sound of soft footsteps padding the wooden floor. Steven fumbled and tried to keep his jaw drop with the sight in front of him.

Y/N was wearing a stark white maxi dress with her favorite worn-down denim jacket and she had accessorized with her usual oxidized silver jewelry. Two of the roses from the bouquet he had bought adorned her hair that she had tied into her signature braid, with wispy tendrils of her locks framing her face.

He watches as she kneels down at her little altar by the window, putting her hands together and closing her eyes, the same way she did the first time he saw her many months ago. She then dipped the tip of her ring finger in a pot filled with white holy ash, and dragged it into a small white line over the pottu that she would always wear.

She got up, grabbed her boots and turned to look at Steven, flashing him a pearly white smile.

“Alright, I’m ready. Shall we go now?” she asked.

Steven snapped out of it and nodded. “Onwards, birthday girl!”

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Your POV

You really didn’t deserve to be in the same space as him. Which god decided that it was a good idea to make a man this perfect?

You watch on as Steven performs a little magic trick for the baby that was in front of you in the queue. The little creases at the corner of his eyes as he giggles with the baby constricted your heart with such force that you had to remind yourself to breathe. For you, his presence alone illuminated like a strong beam of light in the darkest corner of your world.

No one had given you a present in years and your parents always deemed you as unworthy of presents, sometimes not even remembering that it was your birthday. The fact that Steven had sneakily knew about your birthday and bought you flowers made you feel extra special. Now that you think of it, he could have brought you a piece of string and you would have taken it in a heartbeat.

There were instances where you thought about spending the rest of your life with Steven. Going to the library together, eating breakfast together, working together through late hours of the night at the museum, coming home to a movie and hot dinner with nothing else to care about except about themselves in their little world.

But you would always shake your head at the thought, it somehow just seemed irrational to you that someone as sublime as Steven Grant would want to spend the rest of his living days with someone like you. But you couldn’t stop your heart from yearning and aching from all of his tiny sweet nothings. You really liked Steven and there was absolutely nothing you could do to push the bubbling feelings away.

You were glad that you agreed to go to the aquarium. You loved the ocean, both it’s calm and it's chaos plus, you were curious about the creatures that grazed its depths. You had your polaroid camera with you and you wanted to capture every single thing you saw while actively listening to Steven as he animatedly talked about every single deep sea wildlife.

While many of the people had stuck to the tour group, you and Steven had wandered off and found a secluded section of the aquarium. It was so serene, only the distant, muted sound of people talking. You watch as a little tiger shark swims in little circles at the glass next to you.

Suddenly, you feel Steven hand brush yours and you feel a small jolt. You both stared straight ahead into the depths of the aquarium for a while until you realized that you were struggling to take in a whole lungful of air.

He hooked his left pinky finger with your right pinky finger and you could feel the energy around you and Steven shift significantly. It was as if the quiet was preparing itself for a crescendo, for something to happen quite literally out of the blue.

“Did you know, tiger sharks don’t do that well in captivity.” Steven’s whisper cuts through the tension like a newly forged blade. “I think they should be in the wild, away from peoples eyes, free. Free to do whatever they please, free to live.”

You turned to him and found that he was already looking at you, pupils blown, the blue lights tinting his skin and making it glow lightly. You search his eyes for the very thing that you’ve been looking for for a long time. His right hand reaches out to touch your cheek, this thumb caressing your jaw and you can’t help but to close your eyes, savoring the touch.

If your heart was running fast earlier when he touched your hand back in the flat, it was quite certainly running a literal marathon now. Probably doing a fucking backflip too.

“Can I kiss you?” Steven whispers again, his face too close for you to say no.

“Didn’t think you’d ask.” You whispered back with a smile.

His lips crashed into yours and you felt like you had just combust into flames, all the yearning of before being shared between the both of you. The butterflies in your stomach were threatening to tear up your insides as your hands lightly grabbed Steven’s face, holding him onto you as if he was your source of oxygen. His own hand had left your face and his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You both pulled away at the same time, but stayed close, breathing in each other’s air, foreheads pressed against each other, chests rhythmically heaving to the same beat. After the both of you calmed from your highs, you pulled away to take a good look at Steven.

The poor man was blushing hard, despite his sudden boost of confidence a mere second ago and you couldn't help but giggle at the sight, trying to hide your own burning cheeks.

“You have no idea how fucking long I waited to do that.” he breathed, staring straight into you.

“Me too.” you admit.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Moon Boy’s POV

Steven stares down dreamily at the person curled up with him on the sofa. Her eyes were closed and she had fallen into a deep slumber. They had gotten back from the aquarium hours ago, and had been watching the Star Wars prequels. Half way through the second movie, Y/N had fallen asleep, head in his lap, hand clutching onto his. He too had stopped watching the movie and started to memorize every single inch of her face.

Why did he like this woman so much?

She had that fire in her that only he could understand. The way she would tell off rude people and stand her ground was something that made her very attractive in his mind. Jake would of course call her feisty, but Steven thought she was strong willed. She was also kind and caring, always putting herself forward before anyone else and was passionate about almost the same things as he was. Another thing was her beauty. She had the kind of beauty that came from within that complemented her already gorgeous features.

He had to tell her the truth sooner or later. He couldn’t keep Marc and Jake hidden from her anymore. He suspects that she already knows about them, with how observant she is at times. Then came the whole thing about being a god’s avatar. He wasn’t too sure about how she was going to take that in. He also didn't know what he would do if she didn’t accept him, didn't accept all of them.

He wanted to be hers, oh gods he wanted to be hers so bad that it hurt.

Steven smiles as he reminicents of the kiss they shared in the quiet of the aquarium, how her lips felt on his and how she pulled him closer. He sighs, content with the decision he made to ask her that fateful question, until he spotted the shadow of a beak casting over him and her, lowkey ruining the moment.

“What is it, Khonshu?” Steven whispered, not trying to wake her up. She didn’t stir.

“I see that you’ve finally made your move, my knight.” Khonshu said approvingly.

“I'm not a chess piece, mate” Steven chuckled, appreciating the pun.

“I have spotted some of the smugglers a few yards away from here, I suggest that we leave this at this instant.” Khonshu said, referring to the Eye of Horus smugglers that they were tracking at the moment.

“Alright, just, just gimme a minute, yea?” Steven says and Khonshu disappears, leaving the two of them alone again.

He switches the TV off and picks Y/N’s sleeping body bridal style to move her to her bed. He lays her down and kisses her cheek, suddenly remembering his little surprise gift. He silently steps across the room and grabs his bag where the little box resides. He also grabs a little pen and paper and walks back to Y/N.

Opening the little box, he pulls out two silver kolusu that were adorned with little suns. He slips them on each one of Y/N's ankles and does the clasps before pulling up the covers. He then turns and writes her a little note, placing the box on top of it by her bedside.

Steven pressed a soft kiss onto her forehead and gazed at her with longing.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, my darling sun.” he whispers as he locks himself out of her apartment.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Translations:

Kurti: In modern usage, a short kurta is referred to as the kurti, which is the attire of females

Thosai: Thin batter-based dish originating from South India, made from a fermented batter predominantly consisting of lentils and rice

Hermano: Brother

Holy ash: Also known as vibhuti, bhasma or thiruneeru, is sacred ash that most Hindus use

Pottu: is a coloured dot or, in modern times, a sticker worn on the center of the forehead, originally by Hindus, Sikhs, Buddhists and Jains from the Indian subcontinent

Kolusu: An ornamental chain worn around the ankle

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britesparc · 1 year

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Weekend Top Ten #588

Top Ten Beast Mode Transformers

Ah, Transformers; my comfort zone! After all the videogame-related shenanigans, I’ve got quite a lot of semi-topical stuff to cover in June. Quite a few films come out. Too many, in fact. Gah! I’ve not seen Spider-Verse or Little Mermaid yet (or Sisu!), and before the likes of Indy and Mission we’ve also got the small matter of a new Transformers film. GAH!

Anyway, Transformers are cool and I like them even if I don’t like most of the films. And the new film – Rise of the Beasts – is interesting because it’s poking at a different part of the franchise; namely the series Beast Wars. I skipped Beast Wars because, back then, I thought it looked a bit naff. Well, not naff, really; it just didn’t feel like my Transformers. I wanted the old Marvel continuity to be honest, and bounced hard off anything that was different. It’s why I never even gave Generation 2 much of a shot – and that was supposed to be a continuation of the Marvel continuity, written by the same guy!

Ah well.

Anyway (II) – the new film. I think it looks alright. I don’t have any nostalgic connection to Optimus Primal or, er, the other characters whose names I definitely know (Cheetarah? No, that’s not it). I do have a nostalgic connection to Unicron, though, so I’m interested to see how that shakes out. But as befits the name of the film what I’m here to talk about is beast mode Transformers.

The basic gist of Transformers from the off – adapted as the toys were from existing Japanese toys – was robots turning into vehicles and things. Cars, jets, guns, whatever. Animals didn’t really make sense because, well, robots in disguise innit. You can’t disguise yourself as a poodle if you’re twenty feet tall and made of metal. Various reasons were given why it could work – pretender shells, mass shifting, nobody really caring in the first place – but as the franchise wore on it became more common. By the time of the excellent IDW continuity a few years ago, it even factored into the racism and subjugation that existed on Cybertron, because beast mode Transformers were considered inferior by some. However, I just like big robot animals at the end of the day, and that’s what this list celebrates.

So: no more to it than that. My favourite Transformers that turn into beasts and stuff. I did umm and ahh a little bit over whether they specifically had to be “humanoid robots that turn into an animal” or if I could also include Transformers whose “robot mode” for want of a better word was an animal. But if I’d gone with the former, I couldn’t have had Ravage on the list, so I went with the latter. That’s it.

Maximise! That’s what he says. In the cartoon. Never mind…

Grimlock: I mean, who else could it be, really? Grimlock, depending on what day you ask me, is my favourite Transformer (unless I say Rodimus or Megatron). He’s a big grumpy dinosaur who’s also a tactical genius and a noble leader and sometimes he’s smart and sometimes he’s dumb but he has strong Worf energy, if you know what I mean. And he’s – I cannot stress this enough – a robot tyrannosaurus rex. I just love everything about him. And, for what it’s worth, I have decided that he’s cool enough to represent all the Dinobots, basically so they don’t account for the top half of this list.

Ravage: so awesome a character I changed the rules. Ravage is a stealth mastermind, the sneakiest snoop that ever there was. And he’s a cat. Used briliiantly in IDW to represent the prejudice against beast mode Transformers, it’s how predominantly British writers have handled him – as a very intelligent, supremely loyal, but also deeply honest character who’s not afraid to speak truth to power and, crucially, actually speaks – that defines his best portrayals. Also has one of the best death scenes of all time.

Catilla: full disclosure, Catilla is one I love because I loved his toy. He’s an Autobot that turns into some kind of robot cat; probably a sabretooth tiger, but it’s a fairly basic transformation so it’s hard to say. He has a cool outer shell that’s a giant yellow tiger, and gives off strong Battle Cat energy. Sadly underutilised in fiction, his death does kick off a long-running and excellent arc in the old TFUK comics, and in my headcanon he’s always paired with his Decepticon counterpart Carnivac.

Sky Lynx: oh, I love him so much. A big, vainglorious, ego-drenched snob; a giant metal pterodactyl who’s also a leopard-thing and turns into a space shuttle. He’s two different beasts! Three, really, because they all connect together to make some kind of huge monster-bird creature. No wonder he thinks he’s the greatest Transformer of all time. He’s got a point.

Scorponok: surprisingly low on the list, I guess, but what can I say? I love all these guys. Scorpy’s great because on one hand he’s just a big, badass Decepticon leader, with sweet claws and an awesome alt-mode (a giant frickin’ scorpion!). On the other, his portrayal in the old Marvel comics was fantastic, as the “human” element of his personality made him more moderate and willing to accept an alliance with the Autobots. Again, he has an amazing – and tragic – death scene.

Carnivac: yes, it’s Catilla’s sort-of counterpart; a Decepticon hunter who turns into a wolf. My cousin had his toy and I had Catilla’s, so we had fun playing as kids. His wolf mode has a cool, very narrow snout, sort of like Death from the recent Puss-in-Boots movie. But Carnivac was awesome because he was another honourable Decepticon, rather than a ruthless murderer, and his arc where he left his teammates but refused to become an Autobot was brilliant thirty years ago. Straight-up murdered a lot of dudes in ruthless fashion, too. But they were bad so it was okay.

Shrapnel: I love the Insecticons, and here Shrapnel kinda represents all of them really. Why Shrapnel over the other two though? To be hinest as a kid I really coveted Kickback; I just loved his alt mode as, er, a sort of cricket-thing. And Kickback has the gnarliest death, squished by Hot Rod in gruesome close up. But Shrapnel was the toy I had, and I liked that. I also like his weird, um, pincer things, and the funny way he talked in the cartoon. Bombshell is boring though. Cerebro shells? Pff.

Trypticon: yes, another dinosaur, but this one is huge. A Decepticon kaiju, a whacking great city-bot who stomps around getting into fights with Metroplex. A veritable powerhouse and one of the strongest Decepticons, Trypticon is a monster. He has quite a cool role in the IDW comics as a Titan and eventually a kind of nursemaid to a generation of new Transformer sparks. But mostly I like him for being a big unit who beats up everyone.

Tarantulas: now we get to characters that I haven’t loved for thirty years. Tarantulas, to be honest, was a mystery until Nick Roche’s Sins of the Wreckers, where he’s revealed as a supremely sinister mad scientist who had a complicated and frankly disturbing relationship with Prowl where they both ended up as parents to Springer… yeah, complicated. Also he once shrunk down to a tiny spider, crawled inside someone’s head, and grew back to normal size. Nice guy.

Sky-Byte: another one who was popular in the fanbase for years but who I only glommed onto, as they say, once he popped up in the IDW comics. For shame! For who could not love a giant robot shark that can fly, and is also a poet? An artistic soul, a Decepticon who rejects the violent excesses of his own team, Sky-Byte has a tragic nobility that I find appealing. And did I mention he’s a flying shark?

He didn’t make the list, but let’s not forget that in the Rescue Bots cartoon Optimus Prime also turned into a big red t-rex. Stomping on Grimmy’s turf; has he no shame?

#top ten #transformers #grimlock #dinobots #beasts #beast mode #rise of the beasts #movies #comics #toys

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neutrallyobsessed · 2 years

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Favorite and least favorite on the Star Fleet and the Zed Stacks?

YEAH TOP HAT TOP FAV TOP KEK he's such a dick and i love that ksjskj the token jerk in the good guys team and the snobbish archetype are my absolute favourites and Top Hat just NAILS it in such a good way~. And he's funny, has a funny voice, a funny gimmick that gives him extra emotion i am love ♡♡♡♡ what a tugboat mannnn

Plus all the out-universe lore of "uuUUuUuH his model is missing, what if I found it? what if I held him hostage so The Exibition releases everything online for free and for everyone?? 👀👀👀UuUuUuuuUU" (?

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Well, it aint exactly a least favourite but more of "least things i can say bout him", and that'd be Big Mac

Like... he's big, umm works with wood kinda lumberjack... oh, he's superstitious! That's a neat thing that should have been expanded on, and of course is protective of the younger tugs and...... and I dont wanna say that is it, but it kinda issss (he's still very loved nonetheless)

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I really like Zorran, I really do, but you know what???? Zak.

Zak can be so extra sometimes, and you'd think there's not a lot bout him but there is. Specially implied. How he tries to one up Zorran, how he seems a bit more extreme/unhinged than the other Z-Stacks, that Dwight Schrute-ness of his is so on point, and honestly is a bit underrated...

So congrats Zak, you surpassed your boss, at least on this regard xdd

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If "token jerk in a good guys team" is my fav trope, does that mean that "token good guy in a bad guys team" is my least fav trope?

Yes, and unfortunally Zebedee fits in that category (I mean Zip too, but he's silly and unaware, Zebedee has a bit of a moral compass)...

Depending on how the show handles him my opinions would change but he'd still be at the bottom 'cause the others Zs can be so much funnier </3 (he's still very loved nonetheless)

And here's in list form for easy comprehension xd:

⭐Star Fleet⭐

Top Hat (EXTREMELLY BRITISH NECC GO ↑↑↑↑)

Ten Cents (we love the angry moody boi uwu)

Grampus (yes, we count him here also OMG HI GRAMPUS!!!)

Sunshine (THE MANNNN....like he is a grown ass man lol)

Hercules (he's so very cool and handsome that it clashes in neutrality ._.)

OJ (ahh spunky old man lmao YEAH)

Warrior (you're funny and silly and ily but i dig a bit more braincells and a better spotlight episode unu)

Big Mac (if only there were more to say bout you~)

⚫Z-Stacks⚫

Zak (evil second-in-command my beloved <3)

Zorran (a competent leader on the antagonist team? yes please!)

Zip (A VERY FUNNY TUGBOAT MAN JSAKJSAKJ)

Zug (A VERY FUNNY TUGBOAT MAN JSAKJSAKJ X2)

Zebedee (tis a bit of an unfortunate placement innit?)

#ask #tugs top hat #tugs big mac #tugs zak #tugs zebedee #this is tugs

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retroaria · 3 years

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can you do headcanon number 10 with karl <3 love your writing btw!

Karl Jacobs: Fluff Alphabet ✿

cc!karl jacobs x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

warnings: just swearing

here’s my 500 Follower Event ^o^

a/n: even if they aren’t requested in the event i’ll still be making fluff hc’s for all the cc’s i write so stay tuned !!

A is for Affection (How do they like to show affection?)

other than physical touch (saving that for love language) karl’s favorite way to show affection is making you a huge part of his life. all of his friends and loved ones know just how important you are to him even without him saying anything. especially with blowing up and all the busy stuff he does as a creator, he wants you to be there with him every step of the way, never leaving you in the dark about anything. he’s always asking you for advice or ur opinion on certain projects, and if ur willing to help too that just makes him so happy. because at the end of the day, he wouldn’t be able to do it without you :)

B is for Bond (What kind of bond do you guys have? What could your relationship be labeled as?)

you guys are definitely the wholesome couple. there’s so much love and communication between you two that doesn’t go unnoticed by the people around you. on top of that, you guys share an adoration for each other that is just so freaking cute man

C is for Comfort (How do they comfort their s/o?)

in the beginning of your relationship, karl would kinda just try to cheer you up or make you laugh, but as things get more serious he’s very avid on getting you to talk about your issues so he can find the best way to be there for you.

D is for Dates (What are dates with them like?)

dates with karl are so fun !! he definitely likes just doing random stuff like shopping, going on long drives, or trying new places to eat and calling them dates. at the same time you guys also do bigger things like fancy restaurants (hes so rich oh dear god), amusement parks, long day trips, stuff like that.

E is for Emotions (How do they express their emotions around you?)

karl doesn’t strike me as a ‘heart on his sleeve’ kinda guy but around you, he’s definitely not closed off at all. aside from just talking to you and verbally being open, he also isn’t afraid to let you see him get upset or even cry about something. i see him as the type to value transparency in a relationship.

F is for Fiancé (How long into the relationship before they propose?)

karl definitely loves you, no doubt about it. but i feel like you guys really do enjoy just being together in the moment and not worrying about that stuff until much later down the line. you could be dating for a really long time and there’s still gonna be so much you can learn about each other. i’ll give karl an official number of 5 years. but maybe even longer. it’s a big decision guys remember!! especially because he does want you in his life forever, he wants to make sure the bond is truly like no other.

G is for Gentle (Are they gentle?)

depends. you guys have lots of playful banter and bullying but at the end of day he can be a big softy when it comes to you. so yes id say he’s pretty gentle 👍

H is for Hand Holding (How do they like hand holding?)

loves it. obviously. it’s karl jacobs. have you seen the guy?

I is for I Love You (Who said “I love you” first?)

him. it was really early on into the relationship and he kinda regretted saying it so quickly. there was just so much emotion going on for him at the time and he just blurted it out. after a little while longer tho, he gave a proper confession of his love.

J is Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

everyone always says no for karl but YES. he does get jealous. not like angry jealous more like weirded out and uncomfy jealous. you can usually tell when he’s feeling that way.

K is for Kiss (What’s kissing them like?)

writing about kissing kinda makes me cringe but i had to think of something for k. it happens a lot probably. very sweet and loving. not just on the lips but karl will give you random kisses anywhere whenever he feels like it.

L is for Love Language (What’s their love language?)

PHYSICAL TOUCH AHHHH. constant hand holding, hugs, and cuddles. he loves being close to people he loves and it’s very obvious (i’m a karlnap shipper and analyzer sorry just had to confess)

M is for Memories (Their favourite memory with their s/o?)

karl’s favorite memories with you are usually on his days off when he just gets to spend an entire day being with you and only you. on top of that he also is very fond of the first time he ever met you and was like “ooo ahh wow you should like spend the rest of ur life with me or whatever Idk just something to think about ” lol.

N is for Nicknames (Their favourite nicknames given and received?)

nothing too soppy because i think karl would find it cringe but “babe” and “cutie” are the most frequent.

O is for Open (At what point do they start opening up to you about their life and feelings?)

after the first argument you guys have methinks. i feel like being caught in the honeymoon phase would kinda put the opening up process on hold, but once there’s a need for it it becomes a frequent thing.

P is for PDA (Are they into PDA?)

uhh not really. i know i said differently in my karl dating hc’s but i think he would find it a little cringe. hand holding is a definite because that’s simple ya know and hugging and small kisses and stuff but nothing more. he’s touchy as we all know but that’s just for you guys lol

Q is for Quiz (How much do they remember about you?)

karl loves loves LOVES knowing things about you. finding out stuff you guys have in common makes him so happy even just similarities in the ways you were raised and your childhoods and such. he’s a good listener and is always attentive. even if he wasn’t good at remembering stuff he would make the conscious effort to do so.

R is for Romantic (How romantic are they?)

he’s such a little goofball gremlin that the thought of him seriously being romantic just doesn’t feel right but. he is. he loves doing stuff for you and just telling you how much he loves you and getting emotional about it. taking you out and making you feel like the luckiest person alive :)

S is for Security (How protective/possessive are they?)

he honestly doesn’t strike me as the protective type. possessive i would say maybe a little bit. he’s just so happy to have you and so like proud of himself for getting an epic s/o lol. he would never intrude on a friendship of yours or anything but if he was uncomfortable in anyway he would let you know before acting out.

T is for Try (How much effort do they put into the relationship?)

he puts everything he can into it. with him being so busy all the time things might get rocky but he makes such an effort to spend as much time with you as he can. being there for you is something that’s really important for him as well. any disagreements you guys have is resolved asap because he definitely doesn’t like leaving things on a bad note.

U is for Uphold (How do they show you they’re proud? What kind of support do they give you?)

he talks about you lots. anything that you make him or buy him is showed off on stream and any accomplishments you’ve made he would publicly congratulate you on. just showing to the world how great he thinks you are and how proud of you he is makes you feel so supported and he always wants you to feel that way.

V is for Vaunt (Do they like to show off?)

yes obviously ur the coolest most epic person and HE gets to be with you??? biggest flex ever if you ask me.

W is for Wild Card (A random fluff headcanon.)

karl likes doing stuff at the same time as you?? i hope that makes sense. like washing the dishes together or working on stuff. he also likes watching anime or movies/tv shows at the same time as you too. if a new episode of something just came out and he has the time to watch it but you don’t, he’ll wait for you so you can do it together. couple goals lol.

X is for X-ray (How well can they read you and your emotions/feelings?)

karl cares a lot about how the people around him are feeling and i think he’s pretty good at recognizing that. he’s extremely attentive to you and always makes sure ur comfortable.

Y is for Yearning (How much do they miss their s/o when they’re gone?)

between mr beast and all the work that he does it usually hits him when he finally gets home to relax and ur not there :( he does get really upset and a little needy about it but he tries his best to just focus on the stuff he needs to get done so he doesn’t miss you too much.

Z is for Zebra (What kind of pet would they want with their s/o?)

a brown cat named Cornelius 😎

@themanifoldenjoyer @fantasy-innit @k-l-a-w-s @joyfullymulti

#mcyt headcanons #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #karl jacobs x y/n #karl jacobs x you #karl jacobs fanfic #karl jacobs preferences #karl jacobs headcanons #karl jacobs x reader #arias 1st event !!

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theasstour · 3 years

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𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟏𝟎.𝟏𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

Monday, 25 September 2017

It was strange to Y/N that she was enjoying herself as much as she was just then in an educational setting. In school, she had never really liked any of the subjects besides English, and here at uni, she got to sit and listen to professors who were truly experts on English literature ramble on about Othello and specific analysis on act 3 scene 3. She loved every single second of it, and was sure she could sit there for hours on end just listening to her professors. At one point she was sure this would all get tiring and she’d hate University, but in that moment, hearing her professor, Richard, talk about things that truly interested her, was such a breath of fresh air compared to what she had experienced previously.

The door to the lecture hall opened, and since the doors were right by the blackboard where Richard stood talking about Othello and the ‘temptation’ scene, all eyes landed on the blonde girl in pink shorts and a white jumper. She smiled at Richard, mouthing a “sorry” before taking the first free seat she could find, which was conveniently right beside Y/N. The two girls shared a small smile themselves before Y/N went back to focusing on the lecture happening in front of her. Y/N was hunched over her notebook, writing something off from the PowerPoint slide displayed on the wall in front of her. She did not know how much time went by, she was listening too intently to care about that, but suddenly, the blonde beside her rested her back against the seat and leaned a little closer to Y/N.

“This is quite boring, innit?”

Y/N looked to her left, and to her surprise, realised that the girl who had walked in late was Chloe. The same Chloe who she had met when she registered a week and some ago. She must have been too caught up in the lecture to pay proper attention to her surroundings.

Chloe let out a small chuckle, nodding in the direction of the PowerPoint before she continued to whisper. “The lecture. I knew we’d be discussing Shakespeare in Introduction to English Studies, but Othello’s just fucking boring, innit?”

“I…” Y/N looked at the PowerPoint for a few seconds, then back at Chloe. “Sure.”

They were quiet for a few seconds, Chloe just studying Y/N, eyes searching her face. “You like Othello.”

Y/N felt a sudden urge to relate to Chloe. Since they had met earlier and since she hadn’t made tons of friends on her course yet, she wanted Chloe to be her mate. If they got off on the wrong foot today, they might never sit next to each other again.

“It’s not as good as Twelfth Night, not as bad as Julius Caesar.”

Chloe continued to just look at Y/N, but suddenly, a smile came creeping over her lips. “Take it you like Shakespeare.”

“I like analysing his work, yeah.”

“More of a Modernism, and sometimes Postmodernism, girl myself.”

“I’m not big on either of those.”

Chloe let out a small chuckle again. “You won’t be taking Postmodernism next year then?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Chloe only crossed her arms and stared ahead, still smiling. For a second Y/N was afraid she might have said something to make Chloe detest her, but the next, she reminded herself that she had to live her truth regardless of what anyone said about it. “Guess we’ll just have to enjoy each other’s company in the core modules then.”

Y/N felt a few butterflies in her stomach at that and could not help smiling back at Chloe when their eyes met again.

“How come I haven’t seen you at any Freshers parties yet?” Chloe asked.

“Been busy applying to jobs and such,” Y/N explained. “Gotta get one as fast as possible ‘cause I need money to live.”

“Ahh, fair.” Chloe nodded. “One of my course mates, Hayden – think they’re up there somewhere –“ Chloe pointed with her thumb over her shoulder, indicating further up the lecture hall. “Has decided they’re going to start an Uno society.”

“Uno?” Y/N frowned. “As in the card game?”

“Yeah,” Chloe laughed. “I’m sure it’ll be nice and all, but they’re very passionate about it. Have yet to come out with me, Thian, and Annalise. Those are my other course mates, by the way.”

Y/N nodded. Was she just incompetent at making friends or was Chloe just very good at it? How had she made so many friends, made a small group by the sounds of it, and Y/N had barely talked to anyone on her course yet?

“Hayden promised to come out this Friday, though,” Chloe smiled. “You should come, too.”

For some reason, both nerves and excitement rushed through Y/N at that. She smiled back. “I’d love that.”

“Wicked. It’s at my Dinwiddy flat.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Uni accommodation at Helmond is a huge piss take, I tell you. I feel like there’s mould everywhere.”

“That’s just UK houses in general. We’ll all die from it one day.”

“It’s literally disgusting,” Chloe said. “Also, one of my flatmates never does his dishes. It’s minging. And it’s started smelling, too.”

“Oh, my days.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad I just immediately moved in with my best mate instead of going through the whole uni accommodation thing. At least I can be assured that they do their dishes and no food’s left on the kitchen counter for too long.”

“Oh, that sounds lush.”

The people around Y/N and Chloe were all starting to pack their things and get out of their seats. Seeing as the two of them were sat by the edge of the row, they had to get up rather fast and let people through. So, that’s what they did. Y/N put her notebook and pencil case in her rucksack and slung it onto her back before she and Chloe made their way out of the lecture hall and out into the hallway beyond.

“There they are,” Chloe grinned, waving as she saw a small group of three standing by the wall a bit further down. “Come say hi.” Though Chloe wasn’t looking at her, Y/N assumed she was talking to her, so she followed her over to the rest. “Gang, this is Y/N, the one I met while we were both registering.”

“Ah, you’ll be Y/N, then,” a man with protruding cheekbones, a strong jawline, and deep set, brown eyes said. The Viet man’s smile lit up the room they were standing in, and it made Y/N’s overthinking ebb. “I’m Thian, pleasure to meet you. Chloe told us she met you, but never saw you since.”

“Proper rude of the universe to keep us away from each other for so long,” Chloe said.

“I’m Hayden,” a smaller person said with the greenest eyes and long brown hair. They too had a smile like Thian’s, but this one displayed crooked teeth, which made Y/N more at ease with her own bottom teeth that were the same.

“And I’m Annalise,” the last one said, her hair dyed an unnatural dark red colour that Y/N absolutely loved. “I think I saw you in a Critical Reading seminar.”

“Oh, yeah, I think we might be.”

“We’ll have to sit next to each other next time!”

Y/N could detect a slight accent, but she could not tell where Annalise was originally from. She suspected Germany, there were tons of international students here after all, but Y/N did not want to assume.

“Guys, we have to plan the first Uno society meeting,” Hayden said, looking at the time on their phone. “It was so nice to meet you, Y/N, but we’re in a bit of a hurry.”

She just smiled. “No, totes get that. I need to get back to my flat, anyway.”

“See you around, then,” Chloe smiled, waving as the four of them walked off.

Y/N walked home to Orsman Road. Though she knew there would be less walking if they took the tube, it would also mean that she had to walk on and off boiling hot tube trains and stations, and she was not about to do that. She was sweating enough in the late September sun as it was, she did not need the tube to contribute to her sweat moustache as well. Instead, she plugged her earbuds in and listened to her most recent playlist on Spotify, humming along to her favourite tunes as she walked.

She stopped by Gregg’s by Dalston Kingsland station, buying herself a sausage roll and an iced latte before walking the rest of the stretch home. Hackney bustled around her, with tons of cars, double deckers, and mopeds driving by, as well as all types of people milling to and from work. The early autumn sun was still a little too hot, but it seemed like most Londoners were soaking up the sun while they could. They were walking by in shorts, tee shirts, and summer dresses, while the only reason why Y/N was dressed in her tee shirt and trousers, was so she would not quite literally go up in flames on the way home.

Y/N arrived at Orsman Road not long after her trip to Gregg’s, and walked up to the flat. She locked the door once she was indoors, checking the kitchen and the living room to see if anyone was there. To no one’s surprise, none of her three other student flatmates were home in the middle of the day on a Monday. She walked up the stairs and to her room, letting her door be open so she could air out a bit more. Her windows had been open all day, so her room smelled fresher than normal as she entered. That just reminded her that she had to buy some scented candles or air fresheners to liven up her room.

Putting her rucksack down by her door, Y/N started looking through the two bags that she had yet to pack out from. In one was most of the stuff she’d put on her desk when she finally bought that, and in the other were loads of decorations that she had yet to bring forth. She started pulling out fairylights that she wanted to hang across her room or over her wall, when she heard footsteps. Out of the door directly to the right once you came up the stairs, came a man with short dark hair and a strong build, thin lips and pale skin. He must have heard movements outside his door, because his eyes landed on Y/N almost right away. However, he smiled at her and Y/N immediately knew who this was.

“You’re Y/N, then,” Mason said, walking over to stand in the doorway of her room. “Mason, your third flatmate.”

“Thought I’d never run into you,” Y/N smiled, making his smile grow.

“Yeah, got here like two days ago, and have been all over the place since. Helped some of my mates move into their flats, been at work, and at rugby practice.”

She nodded. “Busy man.”

“Very busy.”

“Lucky I caught you now, then.”

Mason nodded his head. “Would have eventually. Knowing Nath, he’ll probably end up forcing us all to bond as a flat at one point.”

“Sounds horrific.”

“It was. It will be,” Mason laughed, leaning against the doorframe and pushing his hands into his grey joggers.

Y/N furrowed her brows. “It was? He’s done it before?”

“Yeah, our first year. He made everyone in our flat bond, he especially talked about flat yoga sessions and shopping trips when he was drunk or high as a kite.”

She dropped the fairylights and turned her full attention on Mason. “You lived together your first year?”

Mason just looked at Y/N, blinking a few times. “Yeah.”

“All three of you?”

“All three of us. Me, Nathan, Harry, and like five girls.”

Y/N felt like screaming, but lucky for her dignity and Mason’s ears, the front door opened and closed. Nathan’s singing could be heard all the way upstairs. Instead of screaming, Y/N called Nathan’s name, not caring that Mason saw just how annoyed she was now. Poor bloke had no idea what he’d just said. Nathan strolled up the stairs and looked in Y/N’s room’s direction, his face lit up at the sight of Mason and Y/N together.

“What a view!” he grinned. “What’re you two bonding over?”

“Right now we’re bonding over being your friend,” Y/N said.

“Which I’m sure you’re both honoured to be, yes.”

“And I just heard you’ve lived with Mason and Harry for the last year, but have not told me,” Y/N said, ignoring Nathan’s previous comment.

Nathan looked to Mason, and then back at Y/N. “No, Harry moved in later. He lived in another flat first, hated it, and since him and Mason were good mates, he got to move into our place since one of our flatmates dropped out our first week.”

Not caring that she would smudge her makeup, Y/N ran her hands over her face. “How long did he live there, Nate?”

Silence for a second or two. “Start of second semester till we moved out.”

Y/N let go of a heavy sigh. “Nathan, why didn’t you just tell me?-“

“-I know, I know, I know,” Nathan started, walking into Y/N’s room and sitting down on the floor beside her. “I’m a shite friend.”

“You really fucking are,” Y/N said, swatting Nathan’s hand away when he tried to take hers. “Harry was both of our friend when he lived in Notts those months, and I literally had sex with him.”

Mason took a small step back in pure shock, blinking rapidly as if an eyelash fell onto his eye.

“Don’t I have a right to know you’re living with him?” Y/N asked.

“You do. Of course, you do. I just… I thought I told you at one point, and when I got home and I found out I hadn’t told you… I didn’t know how to break the news.”

“How about just telling me?” Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “Instead of hiding it from me like that.”

“Technically, I didn’t hide anything ‘cause I thought I-“

“-Nathan, I’ll literally skin you alive-“

“-Fine, I should have told you,” he groaned, taking her hand this time and holding it tight in his. “How can I make it up to you?”

Y/N thought for a moment, but came up with the perfect solution. “By coming with me when I go out with my course mates on Friday?”

Nathan just looked at her, blinking once. “My punishment is to… go out with you and your mates?”

“Yes. I barely know them, I need moral support. No matter how bad the person giving me said support actually is.”

Nathan looked down at their hands, patting hers slightly. “I’ll come.”

“Thanks.”

He continued to look down at their hands as Mason’s quiet footsteps back to his room sounded throughout the first floor. “I do have a lecture that finishes at 7pm-“

“-You’ll skip that lecture if you so have to.-”

“-Yes, ma’am,” Nathan answered without hesitation, kissing her hand and getting up from the floor. He gave her a small smile. “And I’m sorry. I know I should’ve told you.”

Y/N nodded. “Is there… Is there more you haven’t told me? In regards to Harry?”

Nathan pretended to think for a few seconds, eyes getting big as if he remembered something.

“Nath?”

He chuckled. “No, nothing.”

Y/N hit him on his calf before he walked away. “You’re bloody buying the first round of drinks on Friday.”

“As I should,” was all Nathan said before he danced off to his room. Y/N picked up her fairylights again, trying to get them out of the messy tangle they were currently in so she could finally make this room look like her and her new home.

Friday, 29 September 2017

Y/N was nervous. She was usually nervous before going someplace she had never been before, or to meet people she had never met, but it was never like this. Her nerves were almost always drowned by her natural eagerness to be around people, to be surrounded by friends and strangers. However, this, her first pre-drinks at uni with other people, had her feeling a little too nervous for her own tastes.

She loved parties. Fuck, if she could party every single day, she would. She did not care about the hangover that came the following day, as long as she had a good time the night before. At home in Nottingham, she would have loved to party as much as she had in London, but for some reason, meeting as many new people as she had, made her nervous for some reason. It was weird to Y/N because she loved making friends, but it was different here. She had yet to figure out what about University that triggered this reaction out of her.

A knock sounded at her door and she grunted, which Nathan took as a good enough sign for him to be allowed entrance. He grinned, sitting down on Y/N’s fluffy dark blue duvet cover and looked his best friend up and down.

“Lush,” he said.

Y/N glanced at the mirror in front of her again, running her hands down her sides. Her black ruched detail ribbed crop top fit her perfectly, making her tits look exceptionally good, and the gold necklace and earrings topped it all off. The crop jeans in light wash blue were tightened at the waist by a black belt with silver eyelets, the black lace up boots made her almost as tall as Nathan. Though Y/N had been out on town in Nottingham with this very same outfit, she was unsure about it now. There was a familiar fear in the back of her head; one that had not visited in a while, one that would lay low until it saw fit to paralyse her. Y/N was experiencing only the tip of the iceberg now. The rest would reveal itself later, it would all melt and drown her in nervous ticks and anxious tendencies.

God, she hated how nervous she was. This was not like her at all. Nathan knew this, which was why he picked up on how unusually quiet his best friend was. He got up from where he was seated on the bed, walking over to Y/N and placing his hands on her shoulders.

“What’s up?”

She took a deep breath, looking at him in the mirror. “You remember the party at Jack Lloyd’s?”

“When we were 17?”

“Yeah, and I was nervous to wear that tight-fitting dress? ‘Cause of my stomach?”

“Yes, even though you had no reason to be nervous.”

She sighed. “Well, I’m feeling like that now,” she admitted. “Not as intensely, but it’s there and… I haven’t felt this nervous about being seen in a long time.”

“What do you mean ‘being seen’?”

“When… When you’ve had and still have a hard time accepting yourself, it’s hard to let others look at your body ‘cause you don’t want to exist outside your own head, if that makes sense? Being seen means people will have an opinion, it means they’ll piece together this image of you before even getting to know you. It means them judging you on your looks alone before they get to actually know you.” Y/N shrugged her shoulders a little, Nathan squeezing them ever so slightly. “My confidence is much better now, but I still have those moments every so often when that 17-year-old girl I used to be will come back and whisper something discouraging into my ear.”

Nathan nodded, wrapping his arms around her neck and bringing her to him. She melted into her best friend, taking a grip of his forearms. “I know it’s much easier said than done, but focus on now. You’ve come so far, and though that 17-year-old is part of the reason why you are who you are today, she’s got nothing to do here. 19-year-old Y/N has come so far, she has no time revisiting the past ‘cause she’s going to a party tonight, and it’ll be fucking fantastic, yeah?”

Y/N chuckled, closing her eyes as Nathan planted an encouraging kiss to her cheek. “Guess you’re right.”

“Of course I fucking am.”

She laughed.

“Now, get your vodka, tequila, sourz, or whatever the fuck you’re drinking, and let’s go.” Nathan let go of her and walked to the door, opening it. “You got Chloe’s address?”

“Yeah, it’s Dinwiddy, flat 10.”

“Uni accommodation?”

Y/N huffed, reaching for her purse and putting it over her shoulder. “Did you expect my first-year mates to live anywhere else?”

“Not really. Dunno why I’m shocked.”

Y/N searched through her purse, checking she had everything she needed before reaching for her plastic bag where her drinks were.

“Still remember when I lived in Coopers Court with Harry and Mason. Oh, how time flies.”

Y/N stopped short, narrowing her eyes. “I still cannot believe you didn’t tell me anything about you living in the same flat as Harry your first year at uni.”

Nathan sighed.

“Cannot believe you didn’t tell me he went to Helmond. Cannot believe you wanted us to live together without at least informing me-“

“-Mate, are we done with this?”

“Don’t think I’ll ever be done. You tricked me into this.”

“I did not.”

“What did you think was gonna happen when I found out?”

“We’ve been over this,” Nathan said. “I didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal. Harry did not react like this when I told him I promised to live with you my second year, your first year.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, having already heard this.

“In fact, he did not mind one bit living with you.”

“I mind living with him.”

“Clearly, or else we wouldn’t still be having this conversation.”

Y/N tutted, walking past Nathan and down the stairs. “I’ll let this argument be for the time being, but expect me to pick it back up again tomorrow when my mind’s not all over the place. I want to be able to fucking destroy you.”

“Great. Can’t wait.”

Y/N and Nathan started walking in the direction of Dinwiddy, the biggest uni accommodation at Helmond, where most students ended up staying. Parmiter Street was a mere 30-minute walk away, and though they could have easily taken the tube, they both knew that it would be best for them to get some fresh air before drinking. Y/N also wanted to walk off some of her anxiety, though she was fairly certain that would not happen. On one hand she was looking forward to meeting Chloe and the rest of her English Lit gang, on the other, she was nervous. Her nerves came more from fear of experiencing the same blinding anxiety she had when she was younger, for that same feeling of helplessness and bottomlessness that it had brought her. What if it appeared when she was drinking? What if it got worse as she got drunk?

She hated how moving away to London and to University had brought her so much doubt. It was like she had to figure out who she was all over again. Here, it was only Nathan who knew her. Well… him and Harry, but the latter did not count. If Y/N so wanted, she could become a new version of herself. She knew that was something uni offered; finding a new you and shaping it into a person you want to be. There were several things Y/N wished she could change about herself. She had a horrible temper, was a little too loud at times, took many things far too personal, and more. She was unsure how much independence and a new environment could help make her a better version of herself, but she hoped Helmond and London could help her to some degree.

Once they arrived at Parmiter Street, Nathan walked straight onto Dinwiddy campus grounds and showed them the way to flat 10. The brown brick buildings rose five storeys high around them, shaping a small T formation with some benches along the stone path where people could sit on the few occasions when the weather would allow it. Nathan had been there the year before, loads of his friends from his Criminology course had lived at Dinwiddy accommodation and therefore hosted pre-drinks there. Nathan knew his way around, and, sure enough, he showed them right to flat 10. On the right hand-side, the first building, Nathan strolled over to the entrance.

He met Y/N’s eyes, trying to get a picture of just how nervous she was. After all, these were her friends, and had they been home in Nottingham, she would not have been this nervous at all. Nathan was not anxious at all, and he had never talked to – never met – Chloe or any of Y/N’s course mates.

“Listen,” Nathan said, giving Y/N a small smile. “If it gets too much, we’ll just go home, yeah? I won’t leave your side.”

Y/N smiled back, nodding her head. “Yeah. I’ll send Chloe a text saying we’re here.”

“We could just ring the doorbell.”

She looked at him. “Nath.”

“Y/N.”

“What were phones invented for if we’re just gonna ring people’s doorbells? I’m sending her a text.”

Nathan reached forward and rang the doorbell, making Y/N raise her eyebrows at him and take a deep breath as not to throw him against the brick building.

“Yes?” came from the speakers beside the doorbells. It was Chloe.

Nathan nudged Y/N, nodding in the direction of the speakers. She glared at him. “It’s Y/N.”

“Ahh, brill!” Chloe unlocked the door for them and Nathan opened it, letting Y/N enter first. They walked over to the stairs, looking at a sign there that showed them flat 10 at the topmost storey.

“They don’t even have a bloody lift, do they?” Y/N asked Nathan as she looked around.

“Gotta walk, mate.”

“Fuck me,” Y/N groaned as they began their ascent.

“I’d rather not.”

Despite herself, Y/N laughed a bit. They made it to the fourth floor, and Y/N knocked on the door as Nathan breathed heavily beside her.

“Hi,” Chloe smiled as she opened the door, stepping aside to let Y/N and Nathan in.

��Hiya,” Y/N smiled back, feeling her heart beat hard inside her chest. Something about Chloe’s smile, the reminder that she had invited Y/N over, that she wanted her there, settled atop Y/N’s shoulders, making them sag to a comfortable level. “Brought my housemate, hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all!” Chloe said, turning to Nathan.

“Nathan,” he smiled. “Thanks for letting me come here.”

“Don’t mention it,” Chloe said, closing the door and showing them the way down a corridor towards the shared living space where a heavy bass was throbbing. The fluorescent lights overhead in the hallway resembled those at a petrol station, making Y/N squint as she entered the living room. There sat everyone she had the pleasure of meeting earlier that week. Hayden, Annalise, and Thian were all around the table with a glass each to drink. Y/N smiled at them, waving her hand as they all grinned back at her. She still felt like she was intruding.

“Y/N, Nathan, do you like sambuca?” Chloe asked, walking over to the kitchen bench to fetch plastic shot glasses.

“Never say no to sambuca, ey?” Nathan grinned, nodding for Y/N to go sit down so he could follow her lead. “We’ll have a shot each of you’re handing out.”

“I am, indeed,” Chloe said, getting two shot glasses and walking over to the table, placing the glasses in front of Nathan who looked absolutely ecstatic.

“Thanks, babe,” Y/N said.

“You lot playing a drinking game?” Nathan asked, getting his drinks out to mix them all together into his paper cup.

“Yeah, we’re playing Never Have I Ever,” Hayden answered. “However, if no one drinks, everyone’s got to take a sip except for the person asking, but the person asking’s gotta take two if no one drinks.”

“Ahh, alright,” Nathan said. “Creative. Love it.”

“This is Y/N’s friend, Nathan, by the way, guys,” Chloe said as she came back over with shots for everyone.

“Oh, yeah, this is Nathan. He’s a second-year, we live in a flat together in Haggerston.” Y/N suddenly felt stupid for not introducing him right away so that Chloe had to. She felt her cheeks heat up, but she refused to look like she felt headless. Instead, she got her vodka and cranberry juice out, mixing it as Nathan spoke beside her.

“We’ve known each other forever, so she moved in with me and my flatmates this year instead of moving into uni accommodation,” he elaborated.

“You knew each other in Nottingham?” Chloe asked, and, for some reason, the fact that Chloe remembered that made Y/N feel all kinds of warm.

“Yeah, been best friends for years.”

“How nice that you got to live together here,” Chloe smiled in Nathan’s direction, then at Y/N.

“It is, isn’t it?” Nathan said, looking at Y/N and giving her a small wink before going back to his drink.

“Right, we need to take advantage of being first-years and get drunk as often as possible,” Thian said. “So, tonight needs to be good.”

“It’ll be good regardless,” Annalise retorted, taking one of the shots from the tray Chloe had brought to the table.

“Where are we going, anyway?” Hayden asked.

Thian nodded. “Pub or club?”

“Don’t really feel like clubbing tonight, you know what I mean?” Chloe asked, the other three coming with exclamations of agreement or nodding slightly. “Pub then?”

“We have a pub right by us,” Nathan said. “Only 30 minutes away and it’s the best one in Haggerston, in my opinion anyway.”

Y/N wrinkled her nose some. “The Stag’s Head?”

“Yeah, it’s always full and they sometimes got live music and everything.”

“We could go there, yeah,” Chloe said. “If everyone’s in.”

“Could we take a bus there?” Hayden asked.

“30 minutes isn’t a long walk, though,” Chloe chuckled. “As long as Nathan and Y/N show the way, we won’t get lost.”

“Don’t count on my navigational skills when I’m under the influence, babes,” Nathan said, making the others laugh.

“We’re better off using Google Maps, he might just show the way to the Gregg’s by Dalston Kingsland where he thinks the entire staff’s got a crush on him,” Y/N said before taking a sip of her drink, laughter erupting again. It felt good, like a pat on the shoulder, and Y/N instantly eased. Maybe she had not lost her old self at all, maybe she could still feel at ease, even around new people.

“They all flirt with me, and who can blame them?” Nathan shrugged his shoulders, whipping his head to the side so his lush, curly red hair dangled at the top of his head, grinning his wide smile and making the lip piercing shine in the fluorescent lights overhead.

The rest of the night went on, and it was easier to talk to everyone as time progressed. Not only because Y/N got more and more intoxicated, but she also just felt better after getting to know them all. Hayden always laughed the loudest, and their laughter was also very infectious, making it hard not to chuckle along with them. Annalise, though she sometimes stuttered over a few English words, was incredibly considerate and would urge Y/N to continue on with her story when others did not hear her. Thian offered Y/N tons of shots and complimented her on her outfit, making it easier for Y/N to feel good and seen, as she had been terrified of back at the flat. Chloe was easily the boss, and did most of the talking, though no one seemed to mind. After all, Chloe had introduced everyone to everyone, so people knew her the best out of everyone.

As time went on, Y/N just felt better. It was easier to talk to everyone and, at one point, she thought she was back at home in Nottingham, introducing herself to strangers at a party. They all made it easy to forget just how nervous she had been. It made her look forward to seeing them in her other lectures and seminars the coming week and all those weeks after that. Maybe these were the people she would spend her time at University with, and that excited her.

Bottles emptied and the volume inside the uni flat had increased massively. It was close to 9 when Chloe suggested they leave, and assured Y/N that she could leave the little she had left of her vodka at her place to pick up another day. Y/N took her up on the offer, insides warm from both alcohol and Chloe’s hospitality.

Nathan showed the way towards Haggerston and The Stag’s Head, arm entwined with Y/N’s for most of the way there. At one point however, Y/N let go of him and ended up walking beside Annalise and Thian, talking about one of the texts they had to read by Tuesday. It was such a mundane conversation, complaining about course work and talking about coming deadlines, that it felt like they had been mates for ages. The chat flowed so easily, the laughter rolled off their tongues, and it just made sense for all of them to be together, walking along the dark London streets in their tipsy states, making their way towards what would hopefully be the first of many trips to a pub.

They arrived at Orsman Road and they could hear The Stag’s Head before they saw it. Y/N had never paid it much attention. She knew she would end up popping by once or twice during her time at uni, but she had not envisioned her checking it out that first week. Nathan held the door open for everyone, resting a hand at Y/N’s back as he followed her indoors last.

The pub was small, but Y/N was sure that it was bigger than it appeared late on a Friday evening. Straight ahead, in a V formation, stood the bar, a wall filled with bottles of all alcohol imaginable behind it, lit up by red light which fit the dark red of the counter surrounding it. Far down to the left, it seemed the rest of the pub disappeared from view, but judging by the stairs Y/N could see, she supposed there was a loo somewhere in that direction, and it also looked to be where one could go to reach the smoking area. People were both sat and stood by the bar as well as booths along the walls. What appeared to be the stage further down to the right was unoccupied by any performers, though a few lads stood there with a pint each. There were no free tables, and this put a damper on the mood quite quickly.

Nathan, however, pulled them all towards the smoking area and they were all pleasantly surprised to see a free table and two benches untouched. Fairylights hung over the outdoor space, from the house and over to the fence on the other side. It lit up just enough, made it possible to see, but not too bright for people to squint when walking out into the night. A few empty pints and a smoky ash tray stood in the middle of the table, but Nathan put the glasses on the brick fence before everyone sat down.

“Alright, I’ll pay for your drink,” Nathan said, smiling at Y/N. “Anyone wanna come to the bar? Y/N’ll watch the table.”

“Ah, yes.” Chloe got up, the rest of the gang following along and walking towards one of the two entrances to the pub. Y/N got her phone out, looking to see if she had any notifications she had to check out, but there were none. She was about to resolve to scrolling aimlessly through Instagram, when she heard a slightly familiar voice.

“Hi there.” Mason sat down on the edge of the opposite bench, a cigarette in hand and a small smile on his lips. “Didn’t know you and Nath would come here tonight.”

“Oh, hiya,” Y/N smiled. “No, we didn’t know where we’d go after pre-drinks. He suggested this place, so we brought some of my course mates with us here.”

“You going out later?”

“No, think we’re just gonna stay here.”

“Yeah, this is a chill place,” Mason said, puffing out some smoke.

“This is my first time here.”

Mason raised his eyebrows. “Is it?”

Y/N smiled. “You think I should’ve come here earlier?”

“More to do with the fact that our flat just loves this place, thought Nathan would’ve at least taken you here already.”

“He did now.”

“It’s my favourite pub around here, and Harry-“

“-Mase!” Nathan exclaimed, grinning as he came over with two gin and tonics. “You’re here as well!”

“Yeah, it’s a Friday night, innit?”

“Hi,” Chloe said, sitting down beside Mason with a wide grin on her face. It seemed like she wanted to introduce herself or to be introduced, but before Y/N could say anything, the conversation resumed.

“Hey,” Mason answered, looking back to Nathan who seemed to be ecstatic to see one of his flatmates. “Hear you haven’t taken Y/N here till now.”

Nathan sighed. “Not like I didn’t want to, just haven’t gotten the opportunity.”

“What’s so good about this place?” Y/N asked, looking from Nathan to Mason.

“Just close, innit? Also, it’s crowded, but it’s not as crowded as most pubs down by Kingsland Road,” Nathan elaborated.

“You lot have a good night, yeah? Need to get back to my mates.” Mason leaned past Chloe, stumping the rest of his cigarette into the ashtray before he got up, walking over to a big group of lads. Chloe stared after him as the rest of the conversation around the table started back up again, Y/N pretended to not see how she was checking him out. It felt like she was intruding on a moment that was not meant for anyone but Mason to see.

“You’re living with him?” Chloe asked.

“Yeah.”

“He’s well fit.”

“Guess.”

Chloe giggled. “You’re taking the rule to not shag one of your flatmates seriously, then?”

“Shouldn’t everyone?” Thian asked, furrowing his brows. “It only complicates everything.”

“How? It’s only a shag. It’s not like you’re gonna fall in love with them,” Chloe said.

“Can’t really control your emotions, though.” Nathan shrugged. “Two of my flatmates last year shagged. He had feelings for her, she just wanted a one night stand. Didn’t end well.”

Y/N put her drink back down on the table after a long sip. “Well, if you’re clear beforehand and make it clear that it’s only for this night and there’s no emotions behind it other than temporary bliss, then that’s okay, isn’t it?”

“Nah,” Hayden said, shaking their head. “It’s an unwritten rule. Don’t shag your flatmates.”

“Is it a serious rule?” Annelise asked, furrowing her brows.

“It’s got serious consequences,” Hayden answered.

“But if you’re both aware it’s only a one time thing, then is it serious?” Y/N asked.

“Babe, sex is complicated. You’re always just gonna be connected in a way, you know?” Nathan said.

“I can promise you I’m not connected to Ollie Lee in any way, shape, or form,” Y/N huffed, sipping her drink again as Nathan laughed, the other joining in because of Y/N’s obvious distaste in this Ollie Lee.

“Was he awful in bed?” Chloe asked, smiling as she looked between Nathan and Y/N.

“No, I was just desperate one night last year.” Y/N rolled her eyes at herself. “Let’s just say that mid-shag he asked me if I had to go to the toilet, and when I said no, he told me that whenever I felt like I had to, just pee on him instead.”

Gasps erupted around the table, and a second later, everyone started howling with laughter. Nathan kept on hitting his thigh, leaning into Y/N and laughing. Though it was a fairly embarrassing story on Y/N’s part, her definite lowest of low, she could not help feeling good about making everyone laugh like this. Looking around at everyone, she suddenly felt very good about herself, despite this being her worst sex story ever.

It was not like Y/N had fucked her way through Nottingham and had tons of stories to tell. In fact, she hadn’t shagged that many. She had had sex with eight people, three of them being women, one non-binary, and the other four men. She had been very vocal about the fact that the best sexual encounters she had had, were with women. They had all been so nice, and though it had never escalated to anything romantic beyond that one night together, they had made Y/N feel the best she’d ever felt. She suspected women just knew what to do, that they cared how she felt and did not solely care about their own release.

The group ended up just sitting around and talking for a while. It was nice to go somewhere outside of the uni setting and get to know some people, this was what uni was all about, or so Nathan had told her countless times. These people were as anxious about making friends and being liked as she was, but there they all were, making friends and going outside their own comfort zone.

At one point, Y/N had finished her drink and went to get another round for her and Nathan. The pub seemed to be even more packed now that it was closer to midnight. Everyone wanted to drink the week away, to forget about their lives for a little while and just spend time in good company. Y/N strolled over to the bar, looking up and down the counter to see if any of the bartenders were free to help her. The second her eyes landed on a familiar figure, she halted.

Harry’s eyes were already on hers as he stood almost right opposite her mixing a drink. He let go of a sigh, looking down at whatever he was mixing.

“You…” she started, raising her eyebrows. “You’ve got to be fucking everywhere.”

“Only ‘cause you’re every single place I usually am,” he said, continuing to make whatever drink he was making.

“Do you work here then?”

He looked over at her, raising one of his eyebrows. “I’m not a hallucination now?”

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Can’t believe you thought I was a bloody hallucination.”

“Believe it. It’s all Nathan’s fault anyway. I’ll never forgive him for forcing me to live with you for a year.”

Harry let out a dry laugh. “To answer your question: no, thought I’d help out behind the bar to get me adrenaline going.”

“Well funny,” Y/N said. “You got me cracking up, can you tell?”

“Last time I checked, I got you laughing pretty hard, yeah.”

“That’s literally two years ago now.”

Harry finished the drink, putting it in a glass and placing it in front of the person standing just beside Y/N. Her eyes first landed on the watch on his wrist, the nice brown leather, and then her gaze travelled upward. She looked up at the man who was already staring at her, giving him a smile when she smiled at him. Their eye contact was put to an abrupt end when Harry poked the man’s hand holding the drink with the card machine. Y/N looked back at Harry, and then at another man with strong build and big, curly hair who stepped into view beside Harry.

“I’ll take care of her, Kai,” Harry said.

This Kai looked at Harry, blinking once before he met Y/N’s eyes again.

“She’s my flatmate,” Harry elaborated, making Kai study Y/N a bit more closely before he nodded once. He was very good looking, with a broad nose, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips, his brown skin glowed in the dim lights of the pub.

“That new one,” Kai said.

“Yeah.”

Kai smiled then, nodding in Y/N’s direction. “Nice of you to come check on Hazza. It’s always hectic on Fridays.”

“Oh, our other flatmate took me here, I didn’t come by choice.”

Kai’s eyebrows rose on his face and he looked at Harry who barked out a laugh, shrugging his shoulders at Kai as they exchanged a look. Harry walked over to stand right in front of her, signalling to Kai that he could take care of this one. Kai walked off, taking someone else’s order.

“Even feistier than I remember, you are,” Harry said.

She cocked her head to the side as Harry gathered a glass for her drink, already assuming that was what she was going to get. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with it before.”

It left her lips before she even registered she was thinking it. Harry only took a deep breath before meeting Y/N’s eyes again, clearly choosing to ignore her statement. “What can I get you, Y/N?”

“Sex on the Beach, please,” she said. “Two of them.”

“Alright.” Harry started making them right away, signalling to someone that he’d be right with them after this. Y/N looked around her, meeting the gaze of the man who had just stood by her at the bar. He raised his glass in her direction and she smiled back. She definitely had to go talk to him after this. He seemed to be a bit older, maybe five years older than her, but just for tonight, she did not care.

Y/N glanced back at Harry and watched him, fascinated by how fast he managed to make the drinks. “How long have you worked here, then?”

“A year abouts,” Harry said. “Worked in a hotel when we moved to Brum. Tended to work at the bar when the bartender was out.”

Y/N nodded, eyes on his hands as he poured ice, shots, and all types of alcohol and liquids into her drink. “You lived there till you moved to London?”

“Yeah.” They were quiet for a moment, both of them remembering all of the things that were left unsaid between them. All of those words, moments, and memories they had created during those months the two of them had crossed paths in Nottingham.

He cleared his throat as he put the drinks down in front of her. “If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t much like Brum.”

Y/N took a grip of the glasses. “And why’s that?”

“Dunno. Just didn’t find my footing proper.”

“In the two years you lived there?”

He shrugged. “Guess not.”

Y/N clicked her tongue. “Was it that bad?”

“Nah, I met tons of ace people and Birmingham’s a decent place, but…” He shrugged again. “Dunno.”

“Hmm,” she said, trying to decipher his words and if he was being truthful or not.

“Anyway,” Harry said, nodding to the drinks. “Take that other drink to Nathan – as I’m sure it’s for him – and when you bring that middle-aged man home later: please, be quiet. I have rugby at 11 tomorrow morning.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open. “How dare-“

“-Y/N, what’s taking so fucking long?” Nathan shouted as he came up next to her. His eyes fell on Harry behind the bar. “Oh… forgot to tell you Harry works here.”

“Nath, shut the fuck up,” Y/N said, looking from Nathan and back at Harry.

Harry nodded towards the door, silently telling them to fuck off, and they did. They walked back to the rest who were still sitting by the same table outside. Nathan took his drink from Y/N and sat down, but just as Y/N was about to sit down, she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She looked over her shoulder rather fast, blinking a few too many times when she locked eyes with the same man who had been standing beside her by the bar.

“Hi,” he said, giving her a broad smile.

Y/N almost felt herself blush. “Hey.”

“I’m George.”

She smiled. “Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” he said, he gestured at the bench where she had just been about to sit down. “Mind if I sit down with you?”

Her smile widened. “Not at all.”

Y/N felt fucking terrible. Her room was too hot, too humid. Body sticky with sweat, limbs aching, throat burning with yesterday’s alcohol, and head throbbing, she opened her eyes slowly before shutting them again, groaning into her pillow. She hated herself for not drinking as much water before bed as she usually did when coming home from a night out. Sitting up, she looked down at the man beside her, racking her brain to remember what his name was. She ran her hands over her face, reaching for her glasses so she could see something, but quickly realising she left her contact lenses in the night before. Her eyes were so dry it hurt to blink and she suddenly realised why her head was hurting more than normal. Cursing herself, Y/N got out of bed with her glasses perched at the top of her head, picking up a tee shirt and some tights, pulling on her fluffy dressing gown before she made her way out of her room as soundlessly as possible.

She stumbled her way to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. First thing she did was take her contacts out, struggling to do so as the contacts were so dry, her eyes having dried out with them. She splashed water in her face next, then drank the equivalent to the Atlantic Ocean before splashing even more water on her face. She then put her glasses on, realising that she had to let her eyes relax some after what she had just put them through. It took her awhile to gather up the courage to go to the toilet, where she made herself throw up the nausea she was feeling before having a very long peeing session.

Moments of the night before came rushing back to her, and as she sat there on the toilet, she remembered more and more. The name George came to her like out of a fog, and then the details started falling into place. She remembered how he’d bought her more drinks, how the two of them had sat talking all night about nothing in particular. She remembered his hand on her thigh and him leaning into her to whisper in her ear. Then they were in her room, her front against the mattress and his weight on her back. It was all hazy after that, most of it just a mess of limbs and chasing a release that she had never caught up with. Though Y/N usually made it clear that she hadn’t come, she was too worn out to tell George. She remembered falling asleep almost the second they were done. To say she had been underwhelmed was an understatement.

When she was done, she walked down the stairs for the kitchen. Once again, she was left stopping right in her tracks as she walked in. Harry stood by the stove, eyes on the pan in front of him where he was making eggs, a few asparagus and peppers cooking beside the two frying eggs. For a moment, she debated walking back upstairs and leaving Harry to it, but then he glanced over at the door to his right, meeting her eyes right away. He gave her a tight-lipped smile before turning back to his breakfast. God… Y/N wanted to set herself on fire. It’d be better than staying inside a room with Harry alone after years apart.

He wore rugby shorts that reached mid-thigh, a white tee shirt to go with it, and a hairband to keep his hair out of his face. Y/N realised just then that he was getting ready to leave for rugby as he had told her yesterday he would. She could remember him doing rugby when they knew each other three years ago as well, but she didn’t think he’d still be doing it.

The small conversation they had in The Stag’s Head the night before lingered in the air between and around them. That was reason enough to turn and walk upstairs again. But as Y/N remembered who was waiting for her in her room, she stepped into the kitchen. She got two slices of bread and put them in the toaster, getting some butter and milk out of the fridge as she waited. She watched Harry’s back as she filled the kettle with enough water, quickly looking away when he moved to put his eggs on the two slices of bread on his plate. Biting her lip, Y/N got a mug and a teabag, looking back over at Harry as he stood holding his breakfast plate. Y/N took a deep breath, knowing exactly what she had to do.

“Okay,” she said only a second before Harry turned around to face her, mouth open as if to say something. He must have noticed the tension as well. “We need to talk this through. We can’t live together for the next year if it’s gonna be like this. Just gonna put that out there right away.”

“Yeah,” Harry sighed. “I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

Y/N leaned her hip against the counter, feeling relieved that she was not the only one out of the two that had thought about how incredibly awkward this was. “You’ve thought about it too?”

“Of course. I’ve been fuming ‘cause Nathan didn’t tell you sooner, and I’ve also found it annoying how I’m the bad guy in your eyes when this wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for Nate.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I haven’t thought of you as the bad guy-“

“-Y/N,” Harry said, putting his plate down on the counter again. “You’ve been angry at me this whole time. I can tell.”

“My frustration with you has got nothing to do with this situation, but all to do with how you just left without even saying goodbye before you moved away.” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m trying to not blame you for this as well, but you’re right, Nathan’s the one that made this happen, we should be angry with him.”

“So you have been mad at me.”

“Well, you’re here, aren’t you?” Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Isn’t it just easier, no matter how stupid the reason, to just find more things to make you angry at a person? To make you hate them even more? Isn’t it just satisfying to find other ways to be frustrated with them?”

“No.”

“You’re no fun.”

“I am.”

“Anyway,” Y/N continued, getting her bread slices out of the toaster to put butter on them. “Why didn’t we say anything? If we’ve both thought it’s been awkward, I mean.”

“You’ve been busy shagging men 10 years older than you, I didn’t get the chance.”

“Look at you not being frustrated or annoyed with me.”

“I told you to be quiet last night,” Harry said, getting a fork and putting some asparagus and paprika in his mouth. “You weren’t.”

Y/N got the kettle as it finished, pouring some hot water into her mug. “So, what you’re saying is that you’ve been angry with me.”

“Not angry, just…” Harry sighed. “Fine. A little angry last night, yes.”

Y/N smiled. “And he wasn’t 10 years older than me, he’s five years older.” She paused. “I think.”

“Right,” Harry said, eating more of his breakfast. “Listen…” He swallowed. “I think we should just… We should just address it.”

“Yeah.”

They were both quiet, looking at the other and waiting for them to say what they were both thinking. Though it looked like he was about to reach for his bread to take a bite, Harry stopped himself. Instead, he took a deep breath, and said, “It was fucking terrible. That first time…” He trailed off, narrowing his eyes before he ran a hand over his face, remembering it all over again. “I didn’t even last a minute. It was mortifying.”

“It wasn’t half as mortifying as you trying to go down on me afterwards.”

Harry let out a small laugh. “Yeah, that wasn’t really…” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“No, we were both part of it. You don’t have to apologise for that.”

“You hear all these stories about how losing your virginity is supposed to be so beautiful, but it’s not. It’s really fucking not. Especially if you lose it to someone else who hasn’t had sex before, it just makes it double as awkward.”

Y/N nodded. “It was shit. Both of us were shit.”

“Exactly.”

“But I hope you know the reason I’m frustrated with you isn’t because of that.”

Harry looked away, biting at his bottom lip before he said, “Yeah, I know why.”

“Good, just wanted that to be clear.”

Harry nodded, taking his bread slice in his hand, making sure the egg wouldn’t fall off before he brought it to his mouth. “Well, now that we’ve addressed that, let’s just move on.”

“Let’s.”

She gave him a small smile before taking her teabag out of her mug and throwing it in the bin. There was still some tension in the room, but not enough for Y/N to want to set herself on fire like she had wanted to before. Just as she was about to take a grip of her plate and cuppa, the sounds of footsteps made her look up. George, who had been asleep last time Y/N checked, walked by the kitchen, halting as he saw Y/N and Harry standing there in the kitchen. He gave them both a smile Y/N could tell was forced, and then walked straight for the door without a single word or a second glance. Y/N and Harry looked at one another, sharing a look before they both chuckled ever so slightly.

“Cracking bloke,” Harry mumbled.

“Innit,” Y/N huffed, picking up her breakfast. “Have fun at rugby practice.”

“Cheers.”

She walked by him, hoping that her room did not smell of George or anything resembling alcohol or sweat. If it did, she would hit her head against the wall. But, lucky for her, George had left the door open, which had given the room a little bit of time to get the smell of last night out. After putting on her fluffy duvet cover, she opened the windows to let some fresh air in, and left her door open as she sat down in bed with her laptop, tea, and breakfast.

Just as she was about to put her plate down on the nightstand, she noticed something already laying there on top of her books. Adjusting her glasses, Y/N squinted at the object. She put her plate down on her duvet cover and reached for the wristwatch George had left. It was the nice leather one she had seen last night by the bar, the one that had caught her attention first. The digital clock seemed to have stopped working, displaying a random time that Y/N in her hangover state could not tell anyone what was. She was too fucked to even try and understand the numbers in front of her.

She put the clock back on her desk, hoping that she’d run into George soon so she could give it back to him. Or maybe Nathan could stalk Facebook and find him so she could message him there to tell him. She was glad she hadn’t exchanged phone numbers with George as she did not want to meet him again, but right now, she wanted to give him his watch back.

Y/N heard the front door open and then close, indicating that Harry had just left for rugby, and, as far as she could tell, she was the only one currently awake in her flat. The morning was quiet, she felt oddly at peace as she put on Fleabag and sipped her cuppa, and little did she know, this would be one of those rare moments over the last three years that this emotion inhabited her body.

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I'll be making this into a long fic, but for now I chose to keep it short. Hermitcraft x Dream SMP crossover

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Grian sat down at the oak wood table, brow furrowed. Another day, another failed attempt to reconnect to Hermitcraft. The strange glitch that had caused the border to fall in the first place must have been repaired, for the world border was back up and running. His communicator didn’t work outside of his home server, and Phil’s crows (who insisted on following the man everywhere, and who Phil had put up to the task of flying between the severs, trying to gather intel on the border glitch and if people were trying to find him) haven’t delivered any news.

The builder glanced out the window as the sun set over the horizon. Past that was Hermitcraft. His home. What was Mumbo doing? Scar? Iskall? Xisuma? How was the war progressing without him? Did anyone notice his absence? No, Grian, don’t get sad. Happy thoughts only...Happy thoughts.

“Grain!”

Torn away from his thoughts, Grian looked up to see Philza, his dark grey wings fluffed up in distress. “Wil’s sent a letter.” The avian said, holding up a piece of paper.

“Well, that’s good!” Phil had been under extreme stress these past couple of days since Wilbur hadn’t sent a letter in weeks and the past few he had sent were...concerning, to say the least. “What’s it say?”

Another letter should have been a relief, but from the look on Phil’s face, Grian concluded that this letter was everything except relief.

“It’s just a date, time, and coordinates. November 16th, noon, with a set of coords in L’Manberg…” Phil’s voice trailed off as his dark emerald eyes scanned the page, over and over, as if he were looking for more writing than just a simple date.

“That’s tomorrow, innit?” Grian questioned, trying to distract the man from his distress. That’s how Grian ignored his. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. “I mean, you’ll be able to see your sons, check up on Wil?”

“Something doesn’t feel right about this, Grain.” Even after all this time together, Phil still called him Grain. Grian stifled a laugh, as it wasn’t the appropriate time to giggle. “His last few letters concerned me. He mentioned something in his last one about 11 and a half stacks of TNT.” Phil looked Grian dead in the eye and whispered, “Grain, I think Wilbur is going to blow L’Manberg!”

“But why?” Grian attempted to rationalize with the distraught Phil, who was now pacing across the room making stressed-out bird noises. “He won the election, shouldn’t he be content with that?” This type of stuff never happened on Hermitcraft. There were never serious talks of blowing up anyone’s builds, much less an entire country! The only time TNT is used is in pranks, and they always helped clean up after.

“You clearly don’t know Wilbur...He’s a force of chaos, I’ll tell you that. A creative little shit who always comes up with new ways to get what he wants. If he wants L’Manberg gone, then he’ll go to crazy lengths to achieve that goal.”

Silence fell.

“We need to get to L’Manberg. Now. It’s about a day’s flight from here, and we need to leave now if we want to get there as fast as fucking possible.” Phil tucked the letter into the pocket of his dark green kimono and flexed his wings. Unlike Grian, who used the sleek and slim elytra to fly about, Philza had a pair of actual feathery wings. Upon arrival, Phil explained that he was a bird hybrid, also known as an avian. He had feathers on the sides of his face and neck with elfish ears. Back on Hermitcraft, every member of the server was human.

Grian and Phil started out on their journey north, towards the world border of Dream SMP. The sun had risen, and the world border was in sight. Phil stated that Dream, the apparent Admin of the server, had agreed to let up the border for a few seconds to let Phil and Grian inside. Phil took a rest on a tree, breathing heavily after hours of non-stop flight.

“You alright, Big P?” If Phil could nickname him Grain, Grian would nickname him as well. A smile twinged across Phil’s face.

“Ahh...You sound so much like my youngest, Tommy. He says that to people too. You remind me of him so much. Right down to your red shirt and the aura of pure, unbridled chaos you emit.”

Both men laughed. Grian really enjoyed Phil’s laugh, and despite how giggly and giddy the avian usually was, it had been a few days since he had last heard him laugh. Wilbur’s lack of letters had really spooked him.

“Will you stay?”

“Hmm?”

“In L’Manberg. I mean, it’s closer to your sons.”

Phil shrugged and drank a potion of strength, and stood.

“I might, depending on what happens. If my theory is correct, and Wilbur is going to blow the place up, then I’ll probably stay. Just to help him out and help clean up y’know? Maybe I’ll be able to convince him to come home. Before you got here, I was...really lonely.”

“Well, you won’t be lonely anymore! Since I can’t return home yet, I’ll be your friend so you don’t have to be lonely!”

“Thanks, Grain.”

“You’re welcome, Big P!”

The two rose and started to fly towards the world border. Maybe Grian could make a new home on Dream SMP. The builder already started making plans for an epic build, having a vague idea in his head. However, he would have to inspect the landscapes available to see what his block palette would be and what style his build would be. Grian thought of his mansion back home and wanted to build something similar to remember it.

“Oi! Grain! You there mate?”

Grian shook his head as he was, again, dragged from his daydreams by Phil. They had arrived at the world border. “I’ve sent word to Dream, he should be letting us in soon.”

“Alrighty! What kind of base do you want to build if you stay?”

Phil just shrugged. “Eh. Don’t know just yet. Don’t want to start anything too ambitious, like a Hardcore project.”

Grian kept forgetting that this man held the world record for the longest Hardcore run. Phil was only 5”4 and didn’t look that intimidating. He looked loving and fatherly, and Grian considered Phil to be like a father to him. But the man was a dedicated Hardcore player, and could easily take Grian down in a fight. It scared him, sometimes, about how little he actually knew about Phil.

“Alright, mate, let’s go.” The blue striped border had been removed by the mysterious admin, and the two flew into Dream SMP. Grian felt a buzz from his communicator and pulled it from his pocket.

Unlike in Hermitcraft, when a member joins the server (especially a new member), the entire chat would be flooded with ‘hello!’ messages. However, on the Dream SMP, there were one or two directed at Phil. How peculiar. Phil went silent as they flew over the woods and forest. In the distance, Grian could see what appeared to be a city. That must be L’Manberg. It wasn’t as big or as grand as some builds on Hermitcraft, heck his own base would have taken up over half of the area if he lived there. On a tall pole lay what Grian assumed was the flag of L’Manberg, inky black, with a fiery red arch and X. Interesting design. Phil didn’t go into the city, however, he flew towards the coordinates that Wilbur had written in his letter, his brow furrowed. Fireworks crackled and popped throughout L’Manberg.

Grian landed with Phil, in front of a small tunnel that bore deep into a hill that was just outside the country.

“It’s now or never. Grain, stay behind me.” Phil tucked the letter away and led Grian through the tunnel, and into a compact stone room. Carved into the wall were words. No, not just words. Lyrics.

I heard there was a special place,

where men could go and emancipate.

From the brutality and tyranny of their rulers.

Well, this place was real, you needn’t fret,

With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret.

It’s a very big place, not blown up L’Manberg.

MY L’MANBERG

MY L’MANBERG…

Those lyrics were carved all over the stone walls, and in the middle, was a stone button. In front of that button, was Philza’s eldest son, Wilbur.

Grian had never actually seen Wilbur before, only in an old picture of when Phil, Wilbur, and Phil’s other two sons, Tommy and Technoblade, won MCC 4. In that picture, Wilbur wore a cute yellow sweater with a brown beanie, with a shimmering smile on his face.

The man that stood before them now was not that person. It couldn’t be. Wilbur stood, hunched over a stone button, whispering to himself. He donned a brown trenchcoat and ditched the beanie.

“What are you doing?” Phil asked.

Wilbur turned to face them. His eyes had no emotion in them, his smile no longer shimmered. Standing before them was an insane man.

“I will admit,” Wilbur said. His voice sent a chill down Grian’s spine, “Do you know what this is? What this button is?” Phil’s speculations appeared to be true. Wilbur was trying to destroy L’Manberg.

“Uh huh. I do.” How, how could Phil be so calm?

“Have you heard the song? The song on the walls?” Wilbur’s fingers gently ran over the words ‘MY L’MANBERG’. His eye twitched, “I was just making a big point you know? About how there was a special place, it was a special place. But that's not there anymore.” Wil’s voice lowered to a hush.

“It is there, Wil, it's out there.”

“PHIL I’M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON! I’VE BEEN HERE LIKE SEVEN OR EIGHT TIMES--” Voices from above cut Wilbur off. Grian could hear footsteps above them. Wilbur turned his eyes to the stone ceiling and lowered his voice. “Oh they're going to come…I need to block this off.” Wilbur hastily piled blackstone bricks in the doorway, which not only sealed whoever “they” were out, but also sealed Grian, Phil, and Wilbur in.

“Oh Phil...I’ve been here so many times.”

Numerous fireworks exploded outside.

<Tubbo_ went off with a bang due to a firework fired from [Rocket Launcher] by Technoblade>

“Oh they’re fighting, they’re fighting…” WIlbur whispered, sounding tired.

“And you just want to...to blow it all up? You fought so hard for this land, Wilbur, and you just want to...destroy it all?” Phil tried to reason.

“I don’t even know if the button works anymore, Phil, I could press it, and it might--”

“Do you want to risk it? There is a lot of TNT potentially connected to that button.”

Wilbur seemed to hear him. His breathing got heavier as he returned to that hunched over position over the stone button. What was this place? Nothing serious ever happened on Hermitcraft. There were no seriously high stakes, there were no serious threats, no serious danger. It was all in good fun.

“There...there was a saying, Phil...by, uh, by a traitor. Once part of L’Manberg, don’t know if you ever heard of Eret, but he had a saying.”

Wilbur looked up at Phil. Grian could see the familiar resemblance between the two, they shared emerald green eyes.

“It was never meant to be.” Wilbur whispered that phrase, and pressed the stone button.

#dream smp #hermitcraft #dream smp x Hermitcraft #grian #fic #philza Minecraft #phil #philza #wilbur soot #wilbur #button room #angst #dream smp lore #c!Phil #c!Wilbhr #Insanebur

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vickyvicarious · 3 years

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Sophie's version:

Sophie: "There's shrimp in this! Are you allergic to shrimp?"

Minister Bioko: "I am allergic to shrimp!"

Dr. Wes Abernathy: "Okay, everybody, stand back, I'm a doctor!"

Sophie: "His throat's closing up!"

Dr. Wes Abernathy: "I need a knife! Somebody get me a knife!" [waitress hands him a pocketknife] "...Don't worry my friend, death will not claim you today. Live! Live!"

Eliot's version:

Sophie: "Cor blimey, guv'nor, that there's loaded with sea roaches! ...That's Bri'ish for 'shrimp', we have a different word for a lot of things, it's a bit stupid, innit?"

Minister Bioko: "I am allergic to shrimp!"

Sophie: "Oh dear, that's all right! 'E's a bleedin' doctor!"

Eliot: "Oh, I, uh... Okay. Here, c'mere, do you have a, uh, corkscrew, and pull the blade out. Pull the blade out on the corkscrew." [waitress opens a corkscrew and hands it to him] "I'm gonna need you to calm down, sir. I'm gonna have to do this real quick, just calm down, okay."

[Eliot takes him to another room and leaves him there to rest]

Minister Bioko: "Thank you, you are a lifesaver. I am in your debt. I am in your debt!"

Hardison's version:

Hardison: "Oh, I feel faint. Do you have a first aid room, or a back office? Oh, I do not feel well."

Sophie: "Och! Thar's shrimp in this! Yur allargic ta shrimp!"

Hardison: "I am allergic to shrimp...? I-"

Eliot: "I got it, c'mere bub." [yanks him over] "Hey, hand me that knife." [waitress grabs a huge kitchen knife and hands it to him] "I'm gonna have to cut you, man."

Hardison: "What the hell- No!"

Eliot: "I'm good at it man, don't worry about it, let me cut ya."

Hardison: [eats a breath mint] "I'm good! I can breathe!"

Eliot: "Let's get you somewhere quiet, man, where there's no witnesses."

[in the first aid room]

Eliot: "I smell peppermint."

Hardison: "Are you sure?"

Eliot: "Yeah. [waves the giant knife around] It's a very distinctive smell. I'm gonna go sharpen this knife. Maybe walk around the halls, in the dark. Don't leave."

Hardison: "O-kaay..."

Parker's version:

Sophie: "Ahh! Innya rinnya muh?! Annyoo a nyaneninunreh!"

Hardison: "Yes, I'm - Yes, I'm allergic to shrimp."

Parker: "Ohh, you said 'shrimp'! That didn't sound like shrimp. ...I think his throat's closing up! You're gonna have to open his airway!" [shoves a huge kitchen knife at Eliot]

Hardison: "N-no, no! Mm-mn! Mm-mn!"

Eliot: "Gotta open the airway. Buddy, I gotta open the airway." [Parker watches with glee as Eliot wrestles with Hardison, attempting to cut open his throat]

Hardison: "I can breathe, I can breathe, it's a miracle! I got this, I got this-"

Eliot: "Shh." [covers his mouth]

Nate's version:

Sophie: "You're allergic to shrimp?"

Hardison: "Yeah, yeah, I'm allergic to shrimp."

Eliot: "His throat closes, he's gonna die."

[Parker offers a kitchen knife to Eliot]

Hardison: "Hey, hey!"

Eliot: "I'm gonna have to cut ya."

#leverage #sophie devereaux #eliot spencer #alec hardison #parker #nate ford #leverage rewatch #it's so fun to watch the knife grow and grow

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adultswim2021 · 2 years

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The Boondocks #9: “Return of the King” | January 15, 2006 – 11:00PM | S01E09

Wow this is really good considering I don’t care for Martin Luther King or his message.

Hey, I’m just joking around. Please. You must believe me. I’m doing irony, which I still think is funny. Oh, you don’t think ironic racism is acceptable anymore? You know what? I respect you, but, DIS! AG! REE! lol, ree. Please! I’m just kidding around about all this. I am actually seriously of the people, dude.

This is a really great episode. Really good idea. Damn. And it’s a classic example of stand-alone television. This episode of this show is meant to 100% standalone and exist and be brilliant for it’s own sake and almost be like, a mini-movie you could show a guy. What kind of guy? ME! I’d love to!

This episode is about Martin Luther King Jr. In this episode we present an alternate reality where MLK was shot, but didn’t die and instead wound up comatose for 30 years. When he came back to us, he was momentarily celebrated. But then he came out against the Iraq War post 9/11 and it caused everyone to hate him. It’s true, dude. I was an adult and everything (well, barely) when 9/11 happened and it really do be like that. If you listened to Air-head America you could kiss your ass goodbye.

This one has a really good scene, an all-time bit, where Granddad flashes back to being on the bus with Rosa Parks during the famous moment when she said “I don’t really like the back of the bus, I’m just gonna keep sitting here, sugar” and then mimed sucking a dick to indicate that she’ll suck the bus cop’s dick later if he lets her stick around up front. Anyway, the joke is that Grandad resents the fact that she got famous for refusing to move from her seat because he was also there, next to her, and was the first of the two of them to refuse, but for some reason she got all the attention. Very funny idea, brill, innit?

This caused a stir at the time with Rev. Al Sharpton, who demanded an apology from Adult Swim cuz MLK says n*gga, but he didn’t get one. The Boondocks comic strip even ran a strip mocking him, which I approve of. Listen, love and respect to Al Sharpton, but I love when the TV is rude to you. Can you blame me?

This write-up might’ve been too dicey for me to have written while stoned but I hope that I made you happy. I hope you did a big smile the whole time. I hope your tongue was wet as you slightly shifted your jaw to make the big smile, and you got to think to yourself “I am hydrated. I do not have a dry mouth right now. Nice”, which is a feeling I think we all take for granted. Not because I’m stoned right now. But because it’s good to be wet inside. Let’s all get wet together.

MAIL BAG

I kept forgetting to include MAIL BAGS all of Space Ghost Week, and I’m sorry. Here: I’m answering them now, when they are no longer relevant. Isn’t that nice of me?

you sure do love the idea of "macking" on a woman. ever thought of buying one dinner first? maybe a bouquet of flowers? Try a little charm first. is all.

let’s cut to the chase: I want to 69 a television woman

Jimmy Pardo announced on his podcast that he has a terminal brain disease. You could even hear his producer start to cry as he tells it. Any parting words for this once funny man?

No words! Goodbye Jimmy!

Glenn Campbell was one of the first episodes of Coast to Coast I ever watched. When I was 12, I was getting into Aqua Teen and loved the new Cartoon Planet that was airing on CN proper, so when I saw volumes 2 and 3 at the local pawnshop I figured "hey, I'll give it a shot!" So I found myself watching Glenn Campbell and Zorak from each respective sets to start off with (though I think I watched Glenn first because I was in love with The Simpsons). Ahh to be 12 again... Wait that sounds terrible!

I love it! I am glad you like Space Ghost and I am glad you went out on a note that sounds like it came from an Earthbound NPC. This is a compliment, I promise I am not making fun of you

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #the boondocks

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some27-url · 3 years

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Fallout OCtober 2021!

(I'm going to do Sundays instead of Mondays. Mondays are bad for me. 😭)

Oct 4 - What makes your OC S.P.E.C.I.A.L. or Disuse

"Howdy, honey bun!"

Sturges started at the sound of the girl's voice ahead of him. Her form was blurry as it approached and he hadn't realized til then just how long he'd been staring at that damn circuit board. He gave his head a sharp shake and blinked a few times. "Well hey there, sweetpea! Bout time you came back 'round to see me!"

Nora was out of her usual armor and wearing an oversized set of coveralls, cinched tightly at the waist. They looked nice and intact and he wondered where she'd found such a commodity.

"Couldn't've been more than a few days!" she claimed, dropping herself down on the picnic table next to his work. He shifted himself back on the bench to allow her her space, but even from there he could smell the clean smell of soap rolling off her.

"It's been at least a week since we saw you last, honey."

"Really? I've been gone that long?"

"Yeah. That long."

"Didja miss me?"

She'd twisted to look down at him and for a moment all he could see was just how unzipped she'd left her zipper. Maybe it wasn't such a treasure afterall, if the zipper didn't work. Way she had it, she'd end up with an awful dirty chest after a hard day's work. Nah. Definitely not practical. It did make for a nice view, though that wasn't his to enjoy.

He looked back at his circuit board, returning to the task of pouring over every little detail to try and find the defect.

"Well, 'course I did. Lot to do 'round here, and 'bout none of the settlers've got a lick of sense about this sorta thing." He gestured to the circuit board.

"Ahh." Nora supplied flatly. "Well, if it's any consolation, they're the same everywhere I've been. Innit odd that everyone wants clean water and electricity, and yet no one knows how to do any sorta serious wiring?"

Sturges laughed. "I dunno if 'odd' is the word I woulda used, sugar."

"What word would you 've used, Sturges?"

"Dumb."

Nora barked a laugh. "Dumb. Yeah... I mean, it's only their survival at stake. Proper hydration? Pft. Who needs it?"

Nora quieted for only a moment as he worked. Then she said "What, uhm. What're you doing tonight, Sturges?"

"Oh, dinner at the bunkhouse and then I was gonna sit 'n look at some of those manuals you brought." Same as any other night.

"Oh. Well... would you maybe want some company? I could join you..."

Hmm… Did he want to spend a cozy evening alone with a beautiful, curvy, handy woman just to have her wander off and leave him again the next day?

"I wouldn't be good company," he said.

"Sure you would."

"I really am just gonna read over those manuals."

"Sounds interesting."

Something awful lonely settled over him. He wondered briefly and not for the first time what it be like to have Miss Nora as a permanent fixture around Sanctuary. They'd have no shortage of reasons to be around each other, fixing things and building things… they'd share meals and talk shop and, in the evenings, he would call on her and treat her as a lady should be treated.

He met her gaze and, for a second, he got to enjoy the flirty look there... then the soft smile and crinkled eyes fell away into something more serious. She broke eye contact and said "Uhm… so what's wrong with this thing?"

Sturges breathed a sigh of relief at the change in subject. He lifted the circuit board. "You tell me. Been starin' at it for the better part of a half hour and I can't figure it out."

She'd had the thing in her hand for all of 10 seconds before she pointed to a spot and said "Here."

Sturges did a double take. Right under her nail and in a spot he'd looked at one hundred zillion times already, he saw it. A teeny tiny break in the circuit. "Well, I'll be."

He picked up his tweezers to get after removing the dud connection.

"I'm setting up a noodle factory in Sunshine tomorrow. Lots of machinery to put together… no chance you'd wanna come with and give me a hand, huh?"

She sounded about as hopeful about that as she should've. He offered her something of a cheeky grin, though he didn't feel all that chipper, when he said "We'd be back by dinner, right?"

Nora's nose crinkled up at his question and she shook her head, just as he'd known she would.

He gave her a softer smile then and she pulled her gaze off him quickly, sniffing and pushing herself up off the table. Her voice was real small when she said "Well I'll see you around, then, Sturges. Take care."

He turned and snuck a look at her over his shoulder as she walked away. She had a little less of a sway in her step than she used to… or was it just that she'd lost a little around her hips? He sighed. If she would just agree to stick around Sanctuary, he'd feed her better than she fed herself, that's for sure. She wasn't the type to settle in, though, and he wasn't fit for the road.

SomeURL on Ao3 🥰

#fooctober21 #fallout 4 #fo4 #perception

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jcels · 3 years

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“ahh, day three I think? I feel..not sad but not quite as happy as I could be. the ladies are all absolutely gorgeous. I would be happy to be coupled up with any of them. but its kinda unfortunate that I haven’t been able to get to know the one that I am coupled up with. however, there are some others that I fancied off the rip too. I got to talk to a few more ladies too and on top of the mild snogging, my mind is a little frenzied. Naaz left a memorable one and she’s..sheesh. and Meili, oh my goodness, its like torture innit? also I enjoyed chatting to Stefani, it felt natural. I definitely want to get to know each of them, very cheeky ladies and I can’t wait to learn more about them. now I did get to sit and chat with Glam and I really enjoyed her energy, felt like we could talk for hours. not sure if that’s mutual but I thought we got on well. I really want to try to get to know everyone because there’s quite a few ladies here that are my type so we’ll see what happens. ”

#〆 sᴀʟᴇʜ. ⑊ ❛ confessions. 〉

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