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PLS A HC OR A STORY.

When you met angry ginge at the charity match and you fall in love😭

CHARITY MATCH | ANGRYGINGE13

NOTE FORM STORY!!! Manchester!OlderSister!Reader x CharityMatch!Ginge

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-Your mum paid you ten quid to go to London with your little brother and supervise him because he really wanted to go to the charity match (and his mate had gotten him tickets) -You fr couldn't be arsed. -"It's a bloody YOUTUBE football game!! I have better shit to be doing than watching a sack of unathletic gamers try kick a ball for 90 minutes!" -Mum upped the offer to twenty quid and a she'd make a sticky toffee pudding for when you got back. -You were sold at that. -Got to the train station the next weekend bright and early, little brother and friend both enthusiastically hollering and giggling as they crossed the platform to their train -You felt (and kinda looked) half dead inside, not too chuffed upon having to wake up at 6am on a Friday to take the two to London -Yeah, they'd insisted on going on Friday, a day before the match so that they could sight-see around London before going to the charity match tomorrow -Getting onto the train, you had to shush the two little ones as you pulled them into a quiet carriage, surveying the carriage filled with middle aged people in their suits and other business attire. -You were dying inside as the two boys wouldn't stop whisper giggling loudly enough for the people on their work commutes to give dirty looks, until someone louder entered the carriage: -"OI, SOMEONE HOLD THAT DOOR FOR ME-!" -A loud Manchester accent boomed from outside the train- and whilst it scared the shit out of you- you did press the button besides the door to keep it open, unable to see who from the platform you'd held the door for as you craned your neck over your seat to see who you'd held the door for... -Tall, ginger bloke around your age steps in, slightly out of breath and completely out of place in the placid, working carriage -Sporting a red football kit and stuffed duffel bag, he gave a cheers, lovely and stepped into the carriage -He quickly realised he didn't fit in the carriage and exclaimed "OH, Oh, sorry everyone, didn't mean to bother your commutes n all-" -Stepped back, dropping a cheers, lovely, as he passed you before walking through to the next carriage -You peeked out from behind your seat to look at said man from the back, only to see him turn his head around to see you once more -He gave a grin as he caught you staring at him from behind, dropping a cheeky wink that made you draw back to your seat, trying to hide the smile and blush that seemed to be unfurling over your cheeks at the confident gesture. -"Is he your boyfriend?" The friend asks all too loudly. -Someone across the carriage shushes him aggressively as you shake your head, biting the inside of your cheeks at the encounter with the guy -You stayed on your phone through the train journey, ginger guy crossing your head every few seconds -Hadn't the foggiest who he was or why he had rushed to get onto the train, but you still felt a little buzz with your encounter with him -Contemplated going into the next carriage to check whether he was sat there- maybe ask for his number or make some small talk and get to know him... But you decided against. Afterall, you'd just seen him for a moment on a train. You'd probably never see him again. -Got off at London stop and took the boys to wherever they wanted to go -Actually ended up enjoying the tourist-y sightseeing and Madam Tussauds -Little brother + friend got their picture with wax KSI and were chuffed, and you got your meme pic besides Benedict Cumerbatch, (y)our fave DILF -Got to your crappy premier inn as night fell before one began whining that they were hungry and you realised that despite buying candyfloss and skittles, everyone needed a proper dinner before eight o'clock hit and it started getting properly dark -Agreed to get a Chinese meal + lectured the boys "Right, I'm going to go to the Chinese- DON'T answer the door to ANYONE, DO NOT OPEN IT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, I will knock FOUR TIMES when I get back, and ONLY THEN can you open that door..."

-Litr did a sprint to the Chinese takeout place only to find out you still had to wait for them to finish cooking the chow mein -Took a seat to the side and caught your breath as you waited for the food to get finished, when you heard the bell ring, indicating someone else entering -Sitting up straight again and trying to breath with your mouth closed, you checked the person that walked in. -Familiar red hair, sports kit and wide grin... -"You???? AGAIN?!" -His eyes opened wide at your words as he too was shocked to see you again -Mouth opened and closed a few times like a goldfish, clearly too stunned to speak, before he just yelled "WHAT?!" with a smile growing on his face by the second

-His Chinese order was ready, so he got his and sat down opposite you, munching on his noodles and chicken and starting up a conversation whilst you waited -"What you here for then?" He asked, his Manchester accent same as yours -"Football match," You sighed in response, trying to tune out the way he tried to fit massive chunks of chicken in his mouth, moving his jaw like a cow to chew the meat. "I'm not interested in football really- I'm just here to supervise my little brother 'cuz he wants to see the match tomorrow with his friend." -"Oh, whereabout's this match?" The boy asked, licking his lips and looking up at you tentatively, small smile on his face making you feel as though he knew something you should've. -"London Stadium I think, I've got the tickets on my phone..." -You pulled your phone out and followed the email to show him the three tickets to the game -He looked at your phone and mumbled the serial numbers of your ticket -"You aren't gonna try steal our tickets or something are you?" You pulled the phone back from him with a suspicious look in your eyes. You weren't particularly invested in whatever game was going on tomorrow, but you did care about your brother, and didn't want to accidentally leak your tickets and see him completely disappointed. -"No, no, no!" The guy's eyes widened as he shook his head vigorously, appalled by the fast you'd even thought to mention that. "I can upgrade your seats if you'd like?" -You huffed. "Yeah right-" -"No, seriously, I'm- erm- I'm a part of the stadium organising... team. I can get you an upgrade if you want, to the VIP area... free drinks n all?" -You narrowed your eyes at him, looking for any chance of deception or falsehood in his tone or expressions. He seemed genuine. -You tentatively let him take a pic of your tickets + make a bit more small talk, picking up his name "Just ginge, please" before your order was ready

-You got ready to leave, picking up your bag + jacket and taking the brown paper bag from the til and walking out, only to hear a "WAIT UP!" behind you, and the bell jingle once more as Ginge followed you out -"You going to a hotel?" He asked and you nodded. "Oh, I'll walk you to your car." -"Didn't bring a car, I'm walking over." You shrugged -"It's like nine o'clock!" Ginge responded a bit incredulously, looking at his watch. "Oi, I'll walk you back to your hotel then, have some company." -You went back and forth with Ginge, quite happy to have become his friend, but not wanting to take his time up this late into the night, and not quite fully trusting a person you'd only met today -In the end, he did say he'd walk you back whether you agreed to it or not, so you set off with him besides you- also carrying your takeout bag as he'd said it was only kind to do so -Chatted a bit more on your journey back -He was interested in your background and whereabouts from Manchester you were from, and ended up laughing when he heard that the first team you'd supported was Manchester City. -He yelled "YANITED-" a few times when a silence fell in conversation + you laughed with a hand over your mouth because of how loud he was, his voice ECHOED in the streets

-"Cheers for walking me back," You turned around and smiled as you reached the Premier Inn, cheeks tinted pink from the cool night breeze -Ginge had a wide grin on his face as he gave a nod in response. -For a moment the two of you awkwardly stood staring at one another, wondering whether to hug or cheek-kiss or just leave... -Ginge broke the awkwardness by just reaching for a side-hug, squeezing your side and planting a chaste kiss to the top of your head, his touch giving you a stomach rush of butterflies and fuzzy nervous happiness as he skipped away only a moment later, yelling out a "SEEYA, PET!" and left you to go back to your hotel room

-Next day you wake up bright and early for the charity match, get your ass ready in a cute pair of shorts and top, and wake up + make sure the boys have packed everything and are ready to go -Get a breakfast at Pret a Manger before heading to the stadium... -FUCKING PACKED. -You were all too busy just trying to get to the ticket boxes to get yourself sat down, since it was a bloody boiling day, and the crowd's bustling only made you hotter -You were also slightly hopeful you'd maybe be able to see your favourite boy's firey hair once more- maybe he could get you in easier, as he was a part of the organisation team or whatever he'd called himself -Went to your station and got your email out + showed it to the ladies, who scanned your card before redirecting you to some other post because apparently you had the wrong tickets for that station -Went to the place she directed you, holding onto your brother + friend's hand so that you didn't lose them in the crowd -Your tickets got scanned, and one of the security people took to you- moving crowd to the side slightly to get you into a back entrance of the stadium -You were bloody BAFFLED, why a security person was helping you get through??? -He brought you to a door before you ascended up a set of stairs into a finely furnished room, clad with a bar and range of other people who seemed comfortable with a cup in their hand and talking with one another -You felt VERY out of place with a boy holding either of your hands

-Some other ppl began entering the room, and you watched as a range of men wearing either red or black kits entered the room. -The boys holding either hand let out gasps, exclaiming a range of names which drew a bit of attention to your group- making you blush bright red as you shushed the two boys and told them don't be pushy, be respectful and don't shout -Was ready to go and maybe get a drink from the bar, when one of the women in the room approached you -Faith Kelly, she introduced herself, with a little infant in her own arms- asking how you were here or who you came with -You didn't really have much to say other that someone offered to upgrade your tickets the other day, and you were here with your little sibling -She was lovely, really kind and inviting- bringing you to the bar and getting you a lemonade before inviting you down to the pitchside seats so that you could watch the opening -Considering that was your only friend, you followed her down and stood pitch side- letting your sibling and his friend take the seats and watch, absolutely thrilled as the men walked out -As the camera scanned down the players and the names were announced, your own eyes scanned down the line until you noticed a familiar redhead stood at the end of the line of men wearing black kit -"That's that person I was talking about, yesterday!" You pointed to Ginge, Faith following your finger and spotting Ginge -"OH, are you his plus one? Girlfriend?" She questioned, making sure her own boyfriend, Ethan was taking care of Olive on the pitch -You felt yourself go bright red as you blushed, shaking your head. -You were shocked though; wasn't Ginge on the organising team?! -As the match started and Ginge came back to the bench, you were close enough to call his name until he noticed you- face lighting up with a grin as he recognised you and jogged over, wide smile and happy demeanour melting your heart a bit as he seemed so endeared to see you once again -"Liking the seats, love?" He asked with a grin. -"Obviously, look at these two- they're absolutely chuffed!" You jerked your thumb at your sibling + Friend to the side of you, the two of them absolutely hypnotised by the game. "You told me you're part of the organisation though?! You're a PLAYER?!" -Ginge let out a laugh at your confusion, hand pressing to his stomach as he leaned back, before turning as he heard his manager, Goldbridge calling his name -"You better explain yourself..." -Ginge was gone before he could respond, as Goldbridge put him on to replace a bearded one -Ginge went onto the pitch, yelling back to you- "I PROMISE I'LL EXPLAIN SOON!"

-You watched as the ball crossed onto the Sidemen team's side- a quick man with red kit dribbling it past Ginge... BEFORE PUSHING HIM OVER? -You jumped to your feet in protest from the stands as the whistle was blown- watching as your ginger dusted himself off and squared up to the player, watching as red-kit-boy backed down and stepped away -The more you watched Ginge play, the more passionate you got for the game you thought you'd never care about -Ginge controlled the ball with his bum, getting a laugh from you -Then he was committing the filthiest, most Brexit slide tackles that had you cheering like a fan -And the pass he made from the backline, assisting player 7 in scoring a goal and you out of your seat, celebrating with your younger sibling as you understood the passion for the game

-The second half only had you on the edge of your seat more, watching as Ginge fortified the Sidemen's defence -You watched as Ginge committed one particularly filthy Brexit tackle, which even he knew was filthy, as he cheered whilst he dribbled the ball away- even getting the chance to look to you in the stands- pointing at you and giving a wink -You felt your cheeks go bright red, feeling as though you were having your WAG moment as the boy from the pitch dedicated that to you, your whole heart filling with adoration for the ginger on the pitch

-As the final whistle blew, Ginge tore down the pitch in celebration, scanning the crowd and people by the bench before finally locating you- pointing towards you to make it clear he wanted to see you -As soon as you got down and onto the pitch, he bombarded into you- wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug as he celebrated the win with a happy YANITED yell once more -You threw your head back to let out a laugh of your own, wrapping your arms around his neck as you brought him into a tight hug- exclaiming your praise for how beautiful he was on the ball and how well he played -He's chuffed, and puffs his chest out in pride, keeping an arm around you as his other teammates congratulate him- not letting you leave his side as he's just too proud and wants to show you off (which you aren't complaining about!)

-Whilst Elz and Big Zuu are doing interviews, he's called for one and beckons you over to join him whilst he's interviewed -"I feel great- glad I got my girl, Y/n to see such a great win here today, I know she thinks I Did proper well as well, so it's a beautiful day for me." -"Is Y/n your girlfriend? Close friend?...Dating" -You turned to look at Ginge, wanting to see what he'd respond to Elz's question with. -His own face was bright red, a bit tired from his running, but the question only reddened his cheeks more -Nonetheless, he still wore a great, toothy smile as he turned to you- confidence radiating from his sweaty face as he asked: "Want to go on a date sometimes?" -You couldn't stop the grin from going straight to your face as you nodded passionately, watching as Ginge let out a cheer and "COME ONN", The stadium around him cheering also as the interview was broadcasted to the big screens- the whole encounter visible to the aduaicen in the stadium and at home -Ginge wrapped his arms around your waist once more for a grand hug, leaning back and making you squeal as you felt him lift you right off your feet for the hug, burrowing your face into his neck with a giggle as he celebrated everything from the day -As the winning trophy got passed around the Sidemen FC team, Ginge took his pictures with you in his arm -One hand on the cup, once hand around your shoulder, holding you close to his chest for one photo, whilst in the next he has his lips on your cheek, kissing your face happily as though you were the real trophy of the day

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fromagony · 2 months

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are we dating, are we fucking? | snippet

Evan snorts beside him while returning his stupid game and Dorcas snickers, “Can’t blame you there, Reg. It’s like we are back at Hogwarts and watching Barty trying to get all the population of men and women all over.”

“Oi! I wasn’t like that. That just sounds like Evan, don’t you agree?”

”Are you serious?”

”Good one, Barty,” says Evan while patting his shoulder without looking at him and Pandora laughs.

”Yeah, no,” she speaks, “The only horny dog was you. At least Evan had standards unlike you. You were trying to hump everything that walks around you, it was absolutely horrendous to watch.”

Dorcas gets up and takes the remote from Regulus’ hands, “Yeah, no wonder you got chlamydia two times.”

”TWO TIMES?” Everybody but Dorcas and Barty screams at the same time.

Barty rolls his eyes, “It was one time.”

Evan smacks the back of his head, ”It was three, by the way.”

“THREE?”

slytherin skittles roasting barty is my idea of fun time

#fic: are we dating are we fucking?#before disaster lmao #bartylus #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #pandora lovegood

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jamiesfootball · 3 months

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For wip words: shine, project, and/or wait!

Shine (shone)

"That's lovely of him," she said, barely repressing a smile. She resembled a panda with her mascara smeared all over the place. Her eyes shone with honest glee as they traced Jamie's path through the kitchen. "He's never made salmon," Roy told her pointedly, hoping to bring her back to reality. "That's what we're having for dinner. Fish, prepared by someone who's never made it before." Jamie turned to scowl at him. "Oi, you said it was easy." "Grab the lemon juice," Roy ordered. "You said it was easier than other fish!" "I'm sure it'll be fine," Keeley said reassuringly, and damn if she didn't look like she meant it. "Jamie's cooked for me a few times, and it's always been tasty." Now it was Jamie's turn to preen, practically floating on his toes like she'd awarded him the Golden Boot. Jesus Christ, what had he signed up for?

Project

Since Colin [redacted], he's called Roy more than he ever has in all the years that he's known him. "Keep that one from burning the house down," Roy instructs Tyler, nodding at Jamie's latest project: something that's about to go horribly awry with Skittles in a fry pan. It'll be fine — Roy made sure to take the batteries out of the smoke alarms this morning — but there's something gratifying about the way Jamie's first project pales at the prospect of being left alone with his idol in the kitchen.

Wait

Against his will, his face flushed. "Don't twist yourself up about it. It's just a stupid book," Roy argued. "Besides, Ted gave you a book, and look how that turned out. Maybe wait 'til you read it before you go around thanking me."

#wip word wednesday #writing snippet #roy kent #jamie tartt #keeley jones #fic: oh god you're gonna get it (you have not been given love)#fic: you're gonna go far kid

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madam-mitsume2023 · 1 year

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The brothers Helping Giant MC in a "Special" Way.

Ever since you were a giant. You were starting to feel insecure. You looked in the Mirror to see your reflection gain weight. But you didn't. A side effect of the potion was negative thoughts because it was mixed with human hormones, so you laid in bed with the cover over you completely only to feel 14 feet or 7 pairs of feet on you. Each one a different weight. "MC, What's the matter? You have failed to make it to class since 2 weeks and you never leave your dorm." Lucifer spoke. Eventually you spill out everything, Lucifer and his brothers discussed something and eventually he cleared his throat.

"We have an idea. But we would need to be in your body for it."

You were confused "We will get rid of your problem internally." He meant you to eat them. You were nervous as the brother's can be out of control at times, with Beel getting hungry, Mammon being easily irritated, Satan getting upset over almost anything and Asmodeus not liking getting dirty. "MC darling, you'll be okay. We'll be okay. At least I can be inside you and you get to taste my great flavor!" Mammon gave his brother a glare "Oi, I am going inside them first!" You were shocked but gently picked up the tan boy who was spooked at first but you gave him a peck, before he could even react he was in your jaws, he had the taste of golden Caramel. He got to smell your fresh breath before sliding down to your pit. He was being hugged through your gullet and you could feel it, you also felt him land which he poked a bit "I'm okay! Whoever ends up next better not land on the Great Mammon!" You giggle and rub your gut. You held out your hand and Beel Levi and Asmo went inside. "Let's get this over with..." Levi went in tasting like grape soda, Asmo tasting like Skittles, and Beel like Beef jerky. They landed on each other but you gave them some soothing rubs. Satan and Belphie both sighed and went in next, Belpie tasting like a Blueberry Muffin and Satan like Peanut Butter. You were assuming that Lucifer saw them causing a ruckus since your stomach was poking a lot hearing them bicker and your gut go off quite a few times. It felt like you could throw up or ot felt really nice, he sighed and went into you hand. "As the eldest I must prevent my brothers from causing our dear friend to feel uncomfortable. With that he went in your maw tasting like Earl Grey Tea. Once you felt him land the ruckus had stopped. You gently laid down and you felt the brothers travel to different parts, they were eating away any fat you didn't like along with the negative thoughts and memories in your brain and heart, making you feel and look more toned and much happier but Beel did all the eating. Satan and Lucifer were killing any familiars in your body that shouldn't be, Mammon and Leviathan were patrolling your whole body, secretly liking it in there. Asmodeus was charming your brain. Making you love yourself more and Belphegor making you rest better. Lucifer even added some pride in your thoughts. They also rested in your body before leaving. Rather it was in or on your heart, lungs, stomach, mouth, you were asleep to, but you felt better thanks to your great friends.

#soft vore #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me scenarios #shall we date obey me #obey me #obey me headcanons #asmodeus x y/n #obey me mammon #lucifer obey me #obey me belphegor #MC #male prey #multiple prey #pred reader #obey me shall we date #giantess #giant

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trashbins-stuff · 1 year

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whos ur favorite character

*sit you down* buckle up soap bc it's gonna be a bit of a long ride lol

mlp: Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle

ninjago: Zane, Jay, Nya

lalaloopsy: Jewel Sparkle, Mittens fluff 'n' stuff, Pepper pots 'n' pans

undertale/deltarune: the kfcs (Kris, Frisk, Chara), Alphys, Papyrus, Ralsei

pusheen: Pusheen, Bo, Stormy

pokemon: Snivy

winx club: Bloom, Flora, Icy

gravity falls: Mabel, Waddle

adventure time: Finn, Jake, Marceline, Lumpy Space Princess

svtfoe: Ponyhead

steven universe: Pearl, Lapis Lazuli

tawog: Gumball, Darwin, Anais, Larry

peppa pig: Ms.Rabbit (NOT mommy rabbit)

chowder: Chowder, Gazpacho, Shnitzel

OK K.O!: K.O, Enid

amphibia: Sasha Waybright, Marcy Wu, Anne Boonchuy, Polly Plantar, Ivy Sundew

the owl house: Gus Porter, Willow Park, Luz Noceda, Amity Blight

eddsworld: Matt, Ringo

inanimate insanity: Mephone4, Bot, Cabby, Taco, Suitcase

bfdi: Four, X, Remote, Ruby, Taggy

hfjone: Airy, Liam/Backpack, Charlottle/Moldy, Texty, Scenty/Amelia, Tray

aib: Oodle, Blanket, Recycling Bin

tnm: Tophat, Spraypaint, Folder

ppt2: Treasure Chest, Bottle, Slipper, Gold Ingot, Silver Ingot, Ukelele

hsgtos: Happy Star

olo: Paint Pallete, Pitcher, Notebook

voo: Perfume, Blue Rectangle, TV

burner: Kit

lots: Crown, Charger Block

oi: Bread, Phone, Skittle, Ipad

bfg: Flash, Rubber Duckie

calculated battleground+obs: Calculatory, Crayon, Buzzery

cast 139: Nacho

tdos: Computer, Moonlight, Cos

there's probably more fandom im in but forgor lol

#fav character #fandom

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boysbellyrubs · 2 years

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Love your writing style, any way you can write a fic where Caine is so ill he’s beyond emotional and won’t be consoled by anyone but Quinn?

hopefully this matches your idea, anon. got a bit carried away with this one.

cw: mental health sort of

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Everything was pissing him off today. Caine couldn’t take one breath before something or someone was aggravating him and making him lash out. It was exhausting to say the least, he couldn’t be bothered being sociable. He was introverted anyway, why the fuck should he have to constantly be around people when he didn’t want to be.

He was seething, biting his lip, clenching his fists and because of his perpetual frown he had given himself a major headache. Today had been not a good day. It had started out with a tutorial that he did not want to go to at 9am, a boring lecture that he barely paid attention to and then coming home to apparently everyone over at their place for something he didn’t bother listening to.

The moment he stepped in the door he was assaulted with people welcoming him home and shouting about how he ‘better join in or all the good snacks would be gone’, but to be frank, the last thing he wanted was snacks.

The cold had seeped into his bones, leaving him with a chill that wouldn’t go away. His headache had only gotten worse and his mind was so foggy he barely even registered that he was being dragged to sit down and join in on whatever game his friends were playing.

Fuck, why can’t I just go to bed.

He said nothing. He had nothing to contribute anyway. The jokes told weren’t funny today, the laughter rang sharp in his head, the constant touching and moving was pushing him closer and closer to flipping the table. It was all too overwhelming and he was fucking tired of it.

“Oi, Caine, what’s up your ass?” Eleanor quipped, she was shaking a few skittles in her hand and Caine swore he heard every rattle.

He looked at everyone staring at him like a zoo exhibit. God, can’t they just leave him alone. He gave no answer to the girl, instead getting up from his seat and leaving the room. Too much was going on at once, his head was literally about to pop.

Getting out of the situation didn’t seem to help, he only was more aware of his deteriorating mental and physical state. The headache was pounding right behind his eyes and his stomach was beginning to follow that. Fuck was he sick? That would explain his awful mood.

A hand touched his shoulder, “Hey, dude are you okay?” He jerked away from it, spinning around to look at Lincoln’s bewildered expression.

“Fine.” His voice was crackly. Had he not spoken at all today? He glared at the floor, Lincoln’s touch radiating on his skin.

“Are you sure?”

God, fuck off, “Yes, I’m sure. Now just go play your stupid fucking game, I’m going to bed.”

He turned sharply on his heel, which only worsened his headache and caused him to stumble. He groaned and tried to stop himself from completely nailing himself on the floor, but Lincoln had grabbed his shoulders and steadied him.

“Oh my god, what the hell was that? You are definitely not okay, you fucking idiot.” He didn’t let go, and Caine felt worse. The tightness of his grip was almost claustrophobic and the walls of the hallway suddenly felt much too small. He sucked in a deep breath but found little air entering his lungs.

He pushed Lincoln away, covered his mouth and sprinted to the bathroom. The feeling of being squeezed lingered and he spewed up his stomach into the clear water. Gag upon gag, his stomach turned itself inside out. It was violent, to say the least. He groaned, gripping the toilet so tightly his knuckles turned white and kept vomiting.

He felt his tears on his skin before he realised he was crying. They cascaded down his face and his breath was shuddering. He felt so fucking sick, overwhelmed and angry. Angry at his fucking friends who didn’t ever think about him and always wanted to be extroverted idiots who-

Fuck. Now he was spiralling. All of his sickness was translating into anger that wasn’t actually true. He needed his friends. But he didn’t know if he could take it.

He burped up another mouthful, his stomach cramping harshly. He wrapped one arm around his belly, the pressure helped calm him down a little. He was still crying and he guessed he had a pretty high fever with all of his racing thoughts.

Dropping his head down onto the seat, no longer caring about germs, he let himself cry. It was humiliating but my god did he need that cry. Everything came spilling out. Not just from being sick, but the stress of assignments piling up, exams soon and essays to write, he wasn’t studying enough, he had no motivation at all and all his friends seemed to not care.

Why the fuck does his brain always feel like it’s running at a hundred miles per hour, and everything he needed to do was piling up while they could sit and relax and play stupid fucking games. He sobbed, raw and loud. His stomach gurgled along with him, and he pulled his heavy head back up to puke. Now this stomach bug was going to push him back even further with assignments.

That thought alone sent a fresh wave of tears up. He hadn’t cried like this in years. It all came crashing down at this one moment.

He had slammed and locked the door on his way in, so he only heard the knocking when he had a reprieve of both vomiting and crying. His vision blurred and he found himself unable to move to unlock it. The tiles were much more welcoming and they didn’t squeeze his shoulders too tight.

His belly was not letting him forget about how sick he was. He rolled onto his back and put both hands on his stomach. It was swollen and upset, gurgles and bubbles rippling under his palms and he moaned. Acid shot up his throat and he coughed, swallowing it back down with a little trouble. He rubbed his hands all across his belly, unable to hold back his miserable noises.

Tears pooled in his eyes again and they dribbled into his ears and hair, mixing with the sweat that lay there. The ceiling was spinning, trying to focus on the lightbulb didn’t help as that just caused his eyes to sting. He felt the beginning of another round of vomiting but he just couldn't pick himself up. An airy burp escaped his mouth and then another belch brought up some stomach acid and water. He turned to the side, now painting the floor with his puke.

“Mmh, fuck.” He moaned, now feeling worse for making a mess. He felt 5 again. He begged for his mother to come and help, rub his belly or brush back his hair as he puked. More vomit fell from his lips, tiny gags and hiccups now shaking his frame.

The room was incredibly warm. It felt like when someone had taken a shower and all the steam was left in the bathroom. A sauna. His stomach cramped and his legs jolted upwards. He rolled to his side and curled into a foetal position, wrapping both arms around his middle. At least the tile was cold on his temple.

He didn’t know how long he was there for, but he didn’t care. It was quiet, and no one was around, and his stomach was finally calming down. However, eventually he heard the door unlock and whispers coming from the hallway.

He didn’t bother moving, they would end up doing it for him anyway.

“Oh my god, Caine! Dude, are you okay?”

Just as he suspected, unwanted hands grabbed his arm and yanked him up from his spot. He groaned, head flopping into their shoulder. Whoever it was, they were fucking bony.

“Stop…I dn’t feel good.” He murmured.

Their hand touched his forehead, fuck was their hand nice and cold. He leaned into their touch.

“Raging fever. How are you even alive.” They were supporting him like he was a child, and honestly it was nice because he had free access to his stomach. The sudden movement caused it to start tossing again and a grizzly groan fell from his lips.

“G’nna puke.” He didn’t have the capacity to hold it back and he heaved, the last of it spilling down his front. He felt like he was drunk; he was so out of control of his own body he could barely keep his mouth shut. Moaning and now covered in hot puke, his emotions flared again and tears trickled down his cheeks.

They wiped his tears, “Hey man, don’t cry. You’re gonna be okay.”

He tossed his head away from the touch. It felt like electricity. Caine let his body drop fully into their arms, head flopping backwards and limbs going slack. He was too exhausted. All he wanted was a bed and some fucking peace and quiet.

Thankfully, they got the message and lifted him up to hopefully go to his room. His fever muddled brain had connected the dots that Lincoln was probably carrying him, especially because he was so cold and bony. He didn’t want Lincoln though. Lincoln was fire and pain, his fingertips sending hot sparks of molten lava down to his bones. He wriggled in his grasp but that only made the boy hold him tighter, making everything so much worse.

He finally felt the softness of his mattress and he collapsed into the pillows, not caring about the vomit still drying on his clothes. Lincoln peeled off his shirt and left him like that, figuring that he didn’t need any layers because he was already boiling out of his skin.

Caine groaned, a hand coming to rest on his middle as it grumbled. The organ was no longer nauseated but still was aching and causing him distress. He hoped to never experience this sickness again.

The room was silent for a while. Lincoln must have left, which he was grateful for but now he was just lonely. God, he was going through every emotion known to man at this point.

Curling up on his side, he couldn’t hold back his tears. He wanted to be comforted by Quinn. Quinn would solve every problem and make his belly stop hurting, his head stop spinning, his skin stop burning, and his tears to evaporate. Quinn could do that all with one glance. But, he wasn’t here and that made him cry harder.

Why isn’t he here? I need him.

Like the gods had been listening, his bedroom door opened and in stepped the one person he needed most. Not Lincoln or Eleanor; Quinn, who could fix everything.

“Oh, baby, this stomach bug is really hurting you isn’t it.”

The baby talk would’ve embarrassed Caine but at this point he had no fucking dignity left. He nodded and squeezed his eyes as built up tears fell from his eyelashes. Quinn rushed to his side, smoothing his hair and running a hand down his shoulder right down to his hip.

“What do you need me to do?” Quinn said, bringing his head down to make eye contact. He kissed Caine’s forehead, eyebrows scrunching at the radiator like waves of heat coming off it, “That’s a nasty fever you have there. How about we start with some medicine?”

No, don’t go.

“No, stay please. I need you.” Caine’s voice was small, weak and revealed all of his inner thoughts. Quinn understood exactly what he had to do. He texted Lincoln to bring in some medicine and supplies while he got settled in to comfort his terribly sick boyfriend.

Caine didn’t notice, focusing solely on the touch of Quinn’s hand on his thigh. It didn’t burn like Lincoln’s. It was heavy but in a good way, a way that made him feel safe. Finally, when Quinn cuddled in behind him, the pressure immediately eased his racing thoughts.

Quinn kissed all along his neck, shoulders and hair. The treatment allowed Caine to finally relax and let go of his overwhelming emotions. He grabbed Quinn’s hand and brought it to his belly, of course it needed some rubs to help him sleep.

“It really hurts.” He mumbled, voice cracking with overuse. Quinn got the picture quickly and got to soothing his insides. Caine instantly relaxed under his warm touch, feeling every muscle come loose and every ache in his joints dissipate. The tears flowed freely once again, unwilling and unrelenting.

Quinn kissed his shoulder, “Don’t cry, silly. You’re okay now.” His words were enough to set Caine crying again, too overwhelmed with kindness and love and caring. Quinn made an upset noise in his throat, probably blaming himself for making Caine cry harder.

“Caine, what’s wrong?”

Caine sniffled, worsening his headache and making his sinuses hurt, “It’s just-” He paused, unable to go on. He let himself breathe and gather his thoughts, “My mind kept telling me I had no one and you all didn’t care about me when I was throwing up. I know that it's not true but it was just so hard to not listen. I feel awful, Quinn, my head hurts, my body hurts, my stomach hurts. Please, just tell me it’s okay. I need to hear it from you.”

Being this vulnerable was foreign to Caine. Every fibre of his being was telling him to stop, stop being such a fucking pussy, but being wrapped up in someones strong arms and being held in such a tender way, there was no way he wasn’t going to fall apart.

Quinn’s hand smoothed up his belly, “It’s okay, love. You’re just very sick right now, but I’m here, Lincoln’s here, Eleanor’s here, we’re all here to care and be your friends. I promise you that.” He kissed Caine’s neck faintly, barely touching the skin but leaving a fiery mark in its place. Caine focused in on the touch and let out a shuddering sigh. Sinking properly into Quinn’s arms, he began to feel a little better.

Nothing more was said between them, Quinn continued his caresses and Caine let his words replay in his head.

I’m okay. He’s here to look after me.

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hope you enjoyed, Caine is pretty much my self insert so this was a good vent lol. very fun too.

#Caine #sickfic #vomiting #emeto #emetophilia #belly rubs #stomach ache #crying #oc's #Quinn #stomach flu #burping

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missperfectlyfinewrites · 1 month

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open to: any muse 21+ possible connections: any. muse: matilda jones / early twenties / uni student / goody two shoes, try-hard, people pleaser / submissive plot: little miss good girl has had too much fruity vodka for her own good. note: feel free to be toxic.

"I'm not drunk."

The swaying probably gives it away. The slight slur in her voice, the little sway on her pink heels, slightly messy blonde hair, the fact that the strap of her shiny pink dress dress is twisted

"I just had some fun, like everybody was telling me to all semester. Matilda you should have fun, Tilly you should do this. I've done it..I'm d-doing it," she stumbles forward towards them, grip still steady on her glass, lashes fluttering at them.

"Don't you want to j-oi" a hiccup, before she gives them a sheepish grin. "Join me? It kinda taste like sk-skittles and sunshine."

#open starter #indie rp #indie smut rp #tw: drinking

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snailcubezz · 3 years

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misc stuff again

(rbz > likez)

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miisahagu-moved · 5 years

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watch oi please its kinda corny but good

#oi #object invasion #oi coffee #oi slingshot #oi popsicle #oi skittle

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omwtoyourass · 3 years

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I realized that I can change how my phone sounds however I like. So I tired for nearly one hour and changed my notification sound as Gojo Satoru saying "oi oi Nanami oi oİ Oİ, Oİİİİİİİİ" and then, I was like, I can change ringtone too. And then I did. Now whenever someone tries to call me, my phone will scream as "MY SON! SKITTLES!! SKITTLES SKITTLES SKITTLEEES!!" I don't know what to feel.

#now anytime someone tries to text me #all i will hear is #Gojo Satoru #screaming #oi oi oi #and i am #proud of it #AND WHEN SOMEONE TRIES TO CALL ME #MY PHONE WILL SCREAM #SKITTLES #AND IM THINKING #WHY HAVEN'T I DONE THIS BEFORE #NOW I UNDERSTAND HOW THANOS FELT WHEN HE SAID #REALITY CAN BE WHATEVER I WANT #FUCK IT IM TOO POWERFUL #and i have too much free time #with chaotic dumb bitch energy

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samstarium · 5 years

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skittles concept and my boy coffee

the good thing about oi being a small fandom is that i can draw humanizations however i want :0!!!

#sam scribbles #hella #i got no artstyle whatever #oi #object invasion #oi coffee #oi skittles

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years

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hello! could i request some h/cs for the brothers? mc is bored out of their mind so they start throwing really cheesy pick-up lines at the demons? for example 'if your heart was a present, i'd like to be sentenced to life'... they're already together but *insert shrug emoji* how would they react? thank you!!

Brothers x GN!Reader Reacting to Cheesy Pickup Lines Headcanons (HINTS OF NSFW)

Lucifer

He could already tell something was up when you walked into his office giggling, skipping right over to his desk and laying your hands flat against it, staring straight at him. “Yes, Darling?” He had already turned his attention back to his work, the sound of your giggling still ringing in his ears as he waited for you to tell him whatever it was that had you in such hysterics. “Is your… is your dad a pirate? Cause you could’ve fooled me with a booty like that!” The way you wheezed at the end of your sentence had him biting his cheek to keep a straight face, but he wouldn’t let his serious demeanor fall, not yet, not with you around.

“No, you know who my father is. Now, if that is all, I’d like to get back to work.”

Once you had finally left his office though, clearly proud of yourself for even being able to get the words out around him, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, shaking his head as he went back to his work. Humans were so strange sometimes.

Mammon

You were walking down the hallway, headed for your room when you caught Mammon just leaving his. You had planned this for a while, loving the way he would get flustered whenever you said something even remotely flirty to him, now was your chance to get him. “Hey, Mammon!” You called out to him, noticing the way his lips pulled up slightly just at hearing you. “Hey! Yer lookin for me, I knew it. What’s up, Y/N?” You took a deep breath, holding back your laughter as you tried to look seductive. “I’m wearing skittles chapstick. Wanna taste the rainbow?” Queue a flustered, and for once speechless Mammon. His eyes darted around the hallway to see if any of his brothers heard before looking back at you.

“O-Oi, Y/N! Ya can’t just say those things to anyone! ...But, I’ll come by your room later to taste the rainbow.”

You were now the one flustered, biting your lip as you walked straight to your room after mumbling out a soft “okay”. You don’t even have Skittles Chapstick on you right now.

Leviathan

He was so invested in his game, his eyes didn’t even leave the screen when he reached his hand into the chip bag, bringing it up to his lips and chewing loudly. You were pretty sure he hadn't even blinked in the last hour. He said he liked having you around when he was gaming, like you were a good luck charm, but you were getting tired of watching the screen, and unlike him, if you stared at something too long your eyes felt like they were burning. So you did what any normal person would do to get another person's attention. “Hey Levi, I think I lost my phone number, can I have yours?” It didn’t work quite the way you wanted it to, considering he is a tech geek, although he did finally pause his game to grab your phone.

“Y/N, your number is in your settings, all you have to do is find it. Plus you already have my number. Did you lose it?”

The pick-up line went straight over his head, and he went straight back to playing his game.

Asmodeus

When you walked into his room you weren’t shocked to find him staring at himself in the mirror, murmuring about how cute he looked. He wasn’t easily flustered, you were bored, and you wanted to see if maybe you could get a soft blush to form on his cheeks. It was kind of like a small game that you were playing with yourself. “See if I can fluster Asmo as much as he flusters me” was the name of the game. “Hey, Asmo, can I ask you a question?” You started it off naturally, watching him as he turned to you, beaming happily when you sat on his bed. “Of course, Y/N! You can ask me anything!” He moves to sit down next to you, grabbing your hand to hold in his own as he looks at you expectantly, waiting for your question. “I seem to have lost my virginity. Can I have yours?” His mouth dropped, and for a second you thought you got him, until he started laughing.

“You’re adorable Y/N! I lost mine too, but maybe we can try to find ours together.”

It definitely didn’t turn out the way you planned it to go, but at least by the end of it you both were flushed, so you still kind of won your game in some way.

Satan

You knew where to find him, holed up in the library where he had been spending most of his time lately. You hadn’t seen him smile in a while, so you thought that maybe you could at least get him to laugh, just a little bit. He didn’t even smile when you walked into the library, his eyes following you as you fell back onto the chair across from him before burying his face back in the book. “Did you come to find a book or are you just going to watch me read mine?” He didn’t sound irritated, although most people would take it rudely, you knew better. You shook your head, preparing yourself mentally before you opened your mouth. “Actually, I was just thinking, it’s a good thing I brought my library card, because I’m checking you out.” He groaned, but you saw the corner of his lips twitch before he looked up from his book again.

“Maybe you should use that library card to check out a book on better pick up lines.”

He rolled his eyes, slowly closing the book and motioning for you to come sit with him though, so you must have done something right.

Beelzebub

The sound of glass jars being shifted around in the fridge led you straight to him. You knew he’d be there, he only even hung out in two places in the house and you had already checked his room. He must have heard you coming, turning around to greet you with a wide smile when you entered the room. You were bored, and you loved hearing him laugh, so you walked straight to him, standing between him and the fridge, smiling smugly up at him. “What’s up, Y/N?” He asked, waiting patiently for you to tell him what was on your mind. It must be important if you risked getting between him and his food. “Just call me milk, cause I’ll do your body good.” You tried to sound seductive when you said it, but you couldn’t contain your own laughter when his own filled your ears.

“That’s a good one. Maybe I’ll have a nice tall glass of you tonight before bed.”

His add on only made it better, and you found yourself scrolling through your phone, calling out cheesy pick up lines to him for the next hour. He thought they were hysterical, keep em’ coming.

Belphegor

You were laying next to him, his sleepy eyes staring adoringly into your own. His blanket was pulled up to his chin, and you could lay like this for hours just looking at each other, you usually did, but tonight you wanted to have a little fun. You wanted to make him laugh. Pillow talk was sweet and all, but you’ve had your fair share of that. It was time for pillow pick up lines. “You look tired, Belphie.” You started it off casually, knowing immediately where you were going with this. He rolled his eyes at you, letting out a small snort. “Very observant, did you just notice?” You pulled the blanket up to cover your giddy smile, talking softly behind the fabric. “Yeah, you must be tired, cause you’ve been running through my mind all day.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him playfully, giggling lightly when he ran his hands over his face.

“Oh, father… that was awful. You’re such an idiot sometimes.”

You knew he didn’t mean it, and even if he did, you were his idiot. At least he didn’t kick you out of the bed.

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Guilty Pleasure/Favourite Shows: Sabo, Franky, Sanji

Anime: Code Geass

Sabo likes the Anime

It has its comedy moments

But it's also about fighting for freedom

He watches it as well for Lelouch because he's intrigued by the protagonist's intellect

Cartoon: Sonic Underground

Why not Sonic SATAM?

Because Sonic Underground has three siblings so he can relate to more

He's sad that it got cancelled

But he rewatches it to make himself feel better

He has ALL the songs on his playlist and will blast the speakers whenever one comes on

Sabo has absolute no shame singing along to the lyrics

"WE NEED TO BE FREE LIKE THE WIND ACROSS THE DESSERT SAND~!

"KEEP IT DOWN SABO!"

"NEVER!"

Anime: Kill La Kill

You can't tell me I'm wrong

An entire Anime where clothing are aliens that are trying to take over the world

Plus super clothing that power you up that is exactly like his style?

Hands down this is Franky's favourite Anime

He also loves how badass the females are

However, he doesn't like skittles mama

And he is terrified of Nui

He once had a nightmare of her

Cartoon: Transformer Prime

You'd be a fool if you thought I wouldn't put Transformers here

He loves all the characters because they all have their comedic scenes

Cried during the first episode

I mean who didn't?

Gotta say his favourite character is Miko

He finds her pretty super

Anime: Food Wars

One word

Fanservice I mean- Cooking

It's an Anime that shows a great example of perfect girls- cooking

He's a chef

Of course, he's going to love this Anime

I can see him trying to replicate some of the recipes

Cartoon: Equestria Girls

Okay, hear me out-

He knows of MLP because he babysits Chimney and she likes to watch it

Now he never took an interest until one day she started watching the movies and-

Shit he has a nosebleed from seeing human Rarity

Point is he finds the human version of the mane six to be hot and beautiful

And plot is actually pretty good

He went home and binged the rest of the movies and the specials on YouTube

Yes, he has a playlist of their music

It's good okay

Will sing some lyric when he's cooking the kitchen when no one else is around

"Drop the beat now, shake things up now-"

"Oi, what are mumbling shitty cook?"

"NOTHING MOSSHEAD!"

#one piece #one piece au #one piece modern au #one piece imagine #sabo #one piece headcanons #franky #cyborg franky #black leg sanji #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji is secretly a brony

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Indelible - Ch 10 Baseline

I have no excuse for why this chapter took so long, except I just couldn’t be happy with it and kept fiddling long after I should have just called it good!

Just a reminder Dingo King belongs to @verfound who graciously allowed me to use and abuse him for this story.

“Finally,” Dingo groaned as he opened the door to their hotel room in Chicago. “Fucking traffic in this place sucks.”

“Traffic sucks everywhere,” Luka sighed from behind him. “Move already.”

Dingo flicked on the light and shuffled into the room with his bags, and Luka followed. The cold air and solid, unmoving feel of the hotel room was actually a welcome refresher after a long (very long) day in the tour bus. The bus was nice enough and they were used to it by now, but it was still a bus, narrow and crowded, and not all of the band was as acclimated to cramped spaces, close living quarters, and the ratio of space-to-Dingo as Luka was, so tempers tended to get a bit testy, and nights on the road weren’t anyone’s favorite. Luka was always glad when they had the chance to spend a few nights in a bed more than two inches wider than himself.

Not that either of them were likely to sleep anytime soon, despite the late hour. They were used to late hours, and it always took both of them a while to unwind when they left the bus.

“Dibs on the shower,” grunted Dingo, dropping his stuff by the foot of the near bed.

“By all means, please ,” Luka snorted, carrying his things to the other bed.

“Oi! You’re no daisy yourself mate!”

“Then hurry up and get done so I can have my turn!” Luka sat on the bed to pull off his boots, and flopped backwards on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling and taking in the relative silence and stillness. Since he’d grown up in a home that was moving constantly, he hadn’t expected the motion of the bus to bother him so much, but the way it moved felt so wrong to Luka’s river-trained sense of balance, and sometimes he thought it bugged him even more than it did his land-based bandmates.

He remained flat there, not quite meditating, but focusing on his breathing, and letting his mind drift aimlessly through the events of the day and the schedule for tomorrow, until he heard the bathroom door open again.

“All yours,” Dingo said, tossing his damp towel over Luka’s face. Luka threw it off with a grimace and a disgusted groan, but before he could voice his complaint, Dingo asked, “What’s in the package?”

“Package?” Luka sat up and looked around. “Oh.” He saw the basket sitting on the small table in front of the sofa in their suite, with a smaller package next to it.

“Got your name on,” Dingo told him, leaning over the table. “Both of them.”

Luka went over to the table, shoving Dingo out of the way. “Go put some pants on,” he grumbled. “I’ve seen enough of your ass to last me a lifetime.” Luka picked up the small square of white cardstock attached to a ribbon on the basket as Dingo ambled over to his suitcase, opened it, and began digging through it.

“It’s from Renée,” Luka said, eyebrows raising as he looked at the card, and then he began to laugh. “It says, you were right, ” he told Dingo with a grin, turning the card so Dingo could see. “Guess she got that interview with Marinette.” He opened the cellophane wrapping and began rifling through the basket. Laughing again, Luka picked up a box from the middle of the nest of treats, one labeled Scooby Snacks . “Here, pretty sure this is for you.” He tossed the box to Dingo, who finished hauling up his wrinkled sleep pants just in time to catch it.

Dingo scowled as he saw the label. “Bitch,” he muttered, but he still opened the box. He pulled out several packages of Skittles and TimTams and lit up with delight.

“You were saying?” Luka grinned, watching him tear into a package.

“Still a bitch,” Dingo said with his mouth full. “‘S why you broke up with her, innit?”

“She isn’t a bitch, so no,” Luka told him, sorting through the goodies with a small smile to himself. She still knew all his favorites, and there were energy bars and flavor packets for water bottles mixed in the pile as well as sweets. “Not a bitch at all.”

“Right,” Dingo nodded sagely. “You broke up with her because next to Marinette, everyone looks like a bitch.”

“Where do you even get these ideas?” Luka wondered, wadding up the cellophane wrapping and chucking the ball at Dingo’s head.

Dingo dodged without even really looking up. “Don’t lie to me mate, you would’ve married her if you’d never met Marinette.”

Luka didn’t look at him, guilt niggling at the back of his mind. It was mostly bullshit, but...not completely. It was true that if he hadn’t met Marinette, he might have settled for Renée. He might have told himself that nobody was perfect, and learned to live without the gentleness he’d become accustomed to from Marinette. It still would have been settling, though, and it still would have been wrong. “She wasn’t exactly begging me not to leave at the time,” he reminded Dingo.

Dingo snorted. “Maybe you don’t measure up to her long-lost unrequited love either.”

Luka sacrificed an energy bar to bean Dingo in the forehead with it. “Ass. Just because you didn’t like her, don’t project all your bullshit onto me.” Renée’s inability to suffer fools was at its worst when it came to fools as big as Dingo. They’d made an effort to get along for Luka’s sake, but they’d never really liked each other.

Luka reached over the pile of goodies and picked up the other package, a small, rectangular box. Luka opened it, and found a glasses case inside. He frowned and checked the package again, but it was definitely addressed to him and not to Dingo. He glanced warily at his best friend, but there was none of that tenseness in Dingo’s posture that would have given him away if he was waiting for a prank to play out.

Luka still turned the case to face away from him and toward an empty part of the room before he opened it, just to be safe. When nothing exploded or made any kind of noise, he turned it back around and picked up the pair of sunglasses that was inside. There was a card underneath with a familiar monogrammed M on it. Hastily, Luka set the sunglasses on the table and picked up the card, suddenly feeling unexpectedly jittery. Marinette’s neat handwriting on the inside said, “Try them on and give me a call.”

“Oi, what—ow!”

Luka kicked out at Dingo’s shins just in time to knock him off course as he reached for the sunglasses. “Hands off, those are mine,” he warned, and Dingo groaned.

“You don’t even wear shades,” Dingo groused, “On account of the ski jump in the middle of your face.” He shoved his ever-present sunglasses, neon pink today for some reason, up to the bridge of his own nose and grinned at Luka.

“I’d rather have my nose than your face,” Luka said, shoving him away without any real malice. “They’re still mine, now back off.” He picked up the glasses and looked them over, and then sat down on the sofa and checked the time. It was still early in Paris, but maybe…

Luka hit Marinette’s contact and waited, hoping he wasn’t going to wake her.

The picture flashed on, and Luka waited through the shriek and the crazy spin of the picture that ended in a close-up of the carpet. He smiled at the sight of Marinette’s red-painted toenails as her bare feet approached, and then after another dizzying spin, she was smiling at him. “Did you get it?” she asked breathlessly, a broad grin crossing her face as she propped up the phone and reached up to tie what was clearly bedhead into a quick messy bun. She was wearing a wrinkled pink tank top and the corner of Luka’s mouth twitched at the adorable picture she made.

“Good morning to you too,” he said, holding sunglasses up in the picture.

Marinette squealed, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, and then hurriedly grabbed the phone again. “Put them on, put them on!!”

Luka’s mouth twitched as he tried to keep from laughing at her enthusiasm, but he unfolded the glasses and slid them on his face. The frames were metal, coated in black rubber at the ears, with a finish that shimmered between black and electric blue depending how the light hit them. The shape was angled and edgy, but they were neither oversized nor garish, cool without being outrageous. Luka struck a pose he’d learned for the headshots his agent made him take, ignoring Dingo’s snort.

Marinette’s face moved farther away as she held the phone at a distance, studying the effect. Luka lost his battle to keep a straight face and started laughing, looking away from the phone so that he didn’t have to see her serious face while he tried to get back under control.

“Laugh it up,” Marinette told him, her face coming closer again. “They look perfect on you. How’s the tint?”

“Not bad,” Luka admitted. “Not so dark I can’t see in here. Sun’s not out though so I can’t check them outside yet.”

Marinette nodded with satisfaction. “They’ll actually get a bit darker under UV light, but that’s not the important part. You remember my friend Max that works with robotics and stuff? I remembered that he’d been working with—” she paused, brow wrinkling. “Photo...something...anyway, he’s been working on different glass shading techniques for his robots, to shield their sensors or something like that. He helped me work out the technical details on the lenses, and then he happened to show me this metal alloy he’d come up with by accident. It doesn’t work for his stuff but it looks really cool, and he let me have some to experiment. Accessories are obvious, but I’m also thinking about closures and accents—buttons and stuff like that. Anyway, it’s pretty sturdy so they should be tough to break even for you. What’s most important though, there’s a finish on it that should keep it from reflecting the camera flashes, so fans can still get pictures, but they’ll blunt the light so it doesn’t hurt you so much.” She grinned, bouncing a little.

Luka shook his head slowly. “Marinette…that sounds really expensive.”

“Prototypes are always expensive,” Marinette shrugged, suddenly not quite able to meet his eyes for a moment, but then she raised her chin and fixed him with a look. “I’ve got a couple of backers on board who want to see what I can do on my own, so I’m not exactly scraping the bottom of the barrel on funds, and I think these are a worthwhile investment. I know you like to make eye contact one-on-one, but when you’re in a crowd and the flashes are going off, I really think these will help. Yes, they were a little expensive to make, but I can do the specialized lenses on commission for other artists, and just use regular lenses in the retail line. Max and I already worked out a deal on the metal finish so it’ll be exclusive to me for a while at least. And if you wear them,” she added with a tone of innocence completely at odds with her smug expression, “ Everyone will want a pair, and just think what a boost it’ll be to my regular accessories line when you and all the other rock stars are wearing my stuff.”

Luka pressed his lips together, and tilted his head down to look at her over the top of the glasses. To his mild surprise, they stayed put instead of sliding down the slope of his nose. “That’s dirty, Marinette.”

Marinette’s smile softened. “I’m willing to play dirty if it means you take better care of yourself. Try them for a few weeks, and let me know if they help the headaches. I think I can find a market for them if they work.” She winked. “Assuming your licensing people won’t come after my head, I’ll name the line after you for being my guinea pig.”

Luka chuckled. “You know you can have my name whenever you want it.”

Behind him, Dingo choked and guffawed, and Marinette suddenly turned bright red.

Blushing himself as he realized what he’d said, Luka put the phone down on the table. “Shut up, asshole, you know what I meant,” Luka scowled, snatching up a throw pillow from the couch and pitched it at his laughing friend, hard enough to make a thump when it bounced off Dingo’s shoulder. “Get out.”

“Hey, this is my room too,” Dingo complained, and then scrambled away as Luka flung the TV remote and only narrowly missed Dingo’s head. “Okay, okay, I’m going,” Dingo huffed, jumping up and scrambling away before Luka could find anything else heavy to chuck at him. “Since you’re in such a mood. You’re so violent when you haven’t had your beauty sleep!”

Dingo shut the door just in time for Luka’s next projectile to bang against it instead of into Dingo’s head.

“Will you visit me in jail when I murder him?” Luka asked, turning back to the phone.

“You love him,” Marinette giggled. “I know you do. As Dingo as he is, I’m glad you have him around watching out for you.”

Luka groaned, falling back to sit on the bed. “I must really be in bad shape if you think I need his help.”

“You both need each other whether you want to admit it or not,” Marinette giggled. “You wouldn’t be half so cool and calm without Dingo there to say the things you’re both thinking. He’s like your subconscious come to life.”

“I think maybe you’ve been working too hard,” Luka laughed. “Never mind him, thanks for the shades. I’ll give them a shot, I promise, and you know you just have to call my agent when you want my n—my endorsement on anything.”

“I want honest feedback,” Marinette told him seriously. “I know you won’t wear them if they’re not comfortable, so don’t spare my feelings. I want to hear what you really think.”

“They feel pretty good,” Luka said, turning his head back and forth and looking up and then down. “Not too loose but they’re not pressing anywhere either. I…actually really like the look,” he admitted, checking his reflection in the dresser mirror. He reached up and adjusted the fall of his hair, and then ran his fingers through it to see how the sunglasses looked with his hair back. “Really, they look great. I’m impressed.” He really was. He had a hard time finding sunglasses that worked with his sharp features and had given up wearing them sometime around the fifth pair that had slid off his nose when he turned too quickly and shattered on the pavement.

“They’re going to go great with your new suit!” Marinette said cheerfully, and laughed when Luka’s eyebrows shot up over the glasses.

“Marinette,” Luka began, “Don’t you think that you have enough—” He stopped as Marinette shushed him.

“I think that you took a big chunk of time out of your life to help me feel better, and that making you a few things is the least I can do,” she told him. “Besides, I haven’t been this inspired in a long time. I’d forgotten how it feels to design for a person and not an assembly line. Let me do things my way, Luka. I need this. I need to remind myself that I’m good at what I do. You’re doing me a favor letting me use you as an inspiration and a prototype. I’ve come up with all sorts of ideas since I got home.” She propped the phone up on her table and sat down, leaning on her elbows. Luka tried not to stare at the lines of his name where they passed under the strap of her tank top. She wasn’t covering it, but then, she was at home, talking to him, so why would she, really. It didn’t mean anything.

“Luka?”

“What was that, sorry? I spaced for a second,” he admitted, taking the glasses off and setting them aside just to have something to do. “We got a late start because Jagged threw a tantrum about something or other this morning, and then we had some kind of issue with the bus, and then there was traffic, so. Long day.”

“I bet. And I need to get ready and get to work,” Marinette said, glancing over her shoulder before looking back to the phone. “I was just saying, thanks again for bringing me out to New York. I wasn’t really thinking about design at all while I was there but once I got home, the ideas wouldn’t stop. So you’re going to have to put up with letting me spoil you a little bit, since you’ve stepped in as my muse. You’re about as far as it gets from the Gabriel aesthetic, so you’re a...a safe place to start, I guess.”

Luka felt his face heating. “Well...you know I’m always glad to help however I can. Just, don’t go overboard. Or at least send me a bill for materials or something. I don’t want you spending all of your seed money on me.”

“You let me worry about the business,” Marinette declared, leveling a finger at him. “I know what I’m doing. Besides, I know you’re going to name-drop me every chance you get, so I want you to have something to show off.” She leaned her chin in her hand. “Thanks for setting me up with Renée, by the way. You were right, she asks tough questions and she doesn’t miss anything, but...I think I like her. I think we can work together. We’ll see how the article looks when it comes out, but I felt good about it.”

“Good,” Luka said, relaxing a little. “Good, I’m glad to hear it went well.”

There was a pounding on the door. “Oi, can I come back yet?” Dingo yelled. “There’s fuck-all to do out here this time of night.” The door rattled. “Ah, shit, I forgot my key. Lemme in, Lulu!”

“I better let him back in before he causes some real trouble,” Luka sighed, glancing toward the door. “Thanks again, Marinette. I’ll let you know how they work out. Honestly, I promise,” he added, as she opened her mouth.

She smiled at him, and picked up the phone again. “Okay. Take care of yourself, Luka. Let’s talk again soon, okay?”

“Yeah,” Luka grinned, as Dingo pounded on the door again. “Sounds good.”

Marinette blew him a kiss, and gave him a quick wave, and then the call cut off, leaving Luka a bit stunned. She’d never done that before...but then they’d been awkward like all teenagers back in the day, and after that she’d been dating Adrien, so it’s not really like he knew what normal would be like between them without that spectre always hanging over them. Maybe when she found her feet she’d be like that with everybody. It was just that she was comfortable with him, because he was her friend. A safe place, like she’d said.

Another too-loud “Oi!” from the other side of the door snapped him out of his sudden daze, and he got up quickly to open the door. Dingo shoved a very cold bottle of water into his chest. “That was seriously lame,” Dingo told him. “So what’s up with the shades?”

“She said she was inspired,” Luka said, going back to the couch and setting the water bottle down on it. He picked up the glasses and turned them over in his hands. One hand went absently to his side, rubbing at his shirt over her name. She’d been thinking about him a lot, it seemed. No wonder it hadn’t faded, as he’d expected it to, after she left.

He unfolded the sunglasses and slid them back on. “Hey, hand me my guitar case.”

Dingo groaned. “Oh, shit. We’re not getting any sleep tonight, are we?”

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