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thatasianstereotype · 4 years

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Shit. I Got To Deal With This Bitch (Again).

The third installment of my Adrien x Damian AU.

First: Fuck. I’m Gay.

Second: Damn, You’re Looking Fine.

Well, would you look at that? I’m not dead after all. And this took a while to put together understatement of the fucking century. The reason is because life is a busy little shit the English language will not cooperate. I’m thinking of a scene I want to write and somehow words are lost in translating that into the computer and I end up with a white blank screen in the end.

But moving on to the fic. At first, I was going to have the whole Gabriel-being-put-in-jail and former-friends-thing put as an aftermath because I really wanted to write Marinette and Adrien meeting the Waynes. But I decided to make the aftermath a full-blown fic from @michaelshadow7779′s ideas and extend the trilogy into a four-part series.

This part will be focused on what happened to Liar-la, Ms. Bustier’s class trying to gain back their friendship with Marinette and Adrien, and Gabriel getting a special visit from both Robin and Ladybug.

Again, this is a crack writing where creative liberties were definitely taken.

Lila Rossi is a fucking bitch and everyone —Like everyone this time— knew it.

Her reputation was now in shambles (she’s now known as that pathological liar or that lying bitch) and Ms. Bustier’s class could only stare at her with hatred and anger —feelings that were once directed at Marinette.

No one entertained her lies anymore. No one really hung out with her anymore. She sat at the back of the class, staring daggers at both Adrien and Marinette all day (just wishing for an akuma that will never appear).

Unfortunately for her, Lila couldn’t transfer out of class and with only 2 more months of the school year left, she couldn’t transfer out of school so she was stuck dealing with the consequences of her actions: being a fucking social outcast.

Because the class was not at all happy with their supposed friend. Tensions ran high during school. Things took a turn for the worse when Ms. Bustier tried to “fix” things in her own way, mentioning how the only reason Lila lied was because of her “disease” and the girl simply wanted to make friends.

Needless to say, the class did not appreciate their teacher making them out to be fools all this time.

It was Alya who ripped her a new one. Césaire definitely has a set of lungs on her. And Adrien would be lying if he didn’t say how utterly satisfying it was to watch.

Karma was a bitch.

Payback was a bitch.

And Adrien was fucking living in the aftermath. He wondered if it was mean (probably but he didn’t care) that he wished he had popcorn right now.

All in all, life returned back to normal.

Well, kind of.

Unfortunately, with the 2 months left in the school year, Ms. Bustier couldn’t exactly be let go because apparently Mr. Damocles didn’t want to deal with the whole paperwork, trying to find a new teacher to replace her, and dealing with the so-called Akuma class.

That fucker.

So essentially, he left her at the mercy of her unhappy class, saying she will be let go at the end of the school year.

Ms. Bustier was unhappy with the arrangement. The class was unhappy with it too. Probably even more so. Since they still got to deal with Rossi’s bitch ass on a daily basis.

The remaining 2 months of school were spent in a passive-aggressive war. Teacher vs. Students. Where technically the teacher should be respected and they should learn from her but the class was unleashing their collective pettiness.

And Caline Bustier was fucking done with this job. She wanted to go back in time to when she thought being a teacher was a good idea and shake her past self silly. At this point, she was just counting the days until she can leave for good.

“Kim. That’s the third time you slept in class this week. If you don’t pay attention, you won’t pass the test next week.”

“Hold up. I got to ask the certified pathological liar where I put all the fucks I give.”

“Ok. Don’t forget to ask Marinette if you can actually trust her answer.”

It was glorious.

Adrien and Marinette were definitely enjoying the show.

Marinette put down her sketchbook and stared at Damian for a minute. “You’ve been here for a month and a half already. Are you still doing business for your dad?”

Damian Wayne became a common sight around Françoise Dupont High School and can usually be seen around Adrien and Marinette. After a week of constantly seeing him hang around lunch or in after school activities/clubs, seeing a Wayne soon lost its novelty and people accepted it as the new norm.

“I’m already done with what I need to do at WE’s Paris branch.” He casually plucked flowers from the ground to make a crown for his mon amour who was happily chatting with Luka and Kagami.

“So why are you still here? Don’t you have your own education to finish?”

“My schooling is of no concern. I already earned my diploma a few months ago. It was not at all difficult when I’m already light years ahead of my peers in regards to the dismal educational system my Father forced me to attend."

She raised an unamused eyebrow. “Uh huh. And your family isn’t worried at all about you, a minor, being in a foreign country all by yourself?”

“They know I’m here. I already informed Father that I will be extending my stay here.”

“And he just accepted it? Just like that?”

"I’m responsible enough to handle myself. I surely do not need Batman watching over me. And you don’t need to worry at all. I’ve been away from home for far longer.”

“You’re completely missing the point.”

“On the contrary, I thought I answered the question perfectly.”

When they weren’t playing a petty war with Bustier, the class was trying to get back into Marinette and Adrien’s good graces by inviting them to everything and trying to include the pair in their lives again. They wanted to be friends with their Everyday Ladybug and Sunshine Child again.

“Want to do homework together?”

“How about a study session?”

“We’re having a sleepover at Juleka’s place, Marinette. We can talk about each other’s love lives like the good old times.”

“Wanna see the new movie that came out, Adrien? I’ll even pay for your favorite snacks.”

“Come on you two. Let’s hang out in the park. We can get Andre’s ice cream too. It’ll be fun.”

Spoiler alert: It don’t work. At all.

“Hey Marinette, Adrien! Why don’t you sit with us today?” Alya eagerly waved at them from where she was sitting with Nino.

It was a part of a long list of efforts that the class is trying to include the pair in. And it would be nice if it was just to be nice and friendly, you know. Adrien wasn’t going to be outright mean to them even though they fucking deserve it after how they treated the beautiful and kind goddess that was Marinette because Mari asked him to “Play nice, kitty”.

But the class kept trying to slide the whole Liar-la thing under the rug as if it was nothing. As if they didn’t shit all over their good name for a two-faced bitch. As if they had no part in making them feel like outcasts just weeks before. As if they didn’t called them hateful names or gave them scornful glares.

And that’s just fucking wrong. Because it wasn’t nothing. And they weren’t good pals anymore. So stop fucking acting like it.

Adrien was so done with his former friends/classmates. Marinette even more so.

Because apparently, saying “Yeah, We want nothing to do with you anymore.” is not fucking clear enough that the pair wanted nothing to do with their former friends.

Like what the actual fuck.

Luckily, Mari can sense her kitty’s bad mood and quickly laid a hand on his arm and led them to their seats in the middle row since Liar-la took the back and they will be damned if they sit next to her.

Alya was utterly aghast. She and the others were trying their best to have things be back to where they were before. Doesn’t Marinette and Adrien want things to be like they were before? When everyone was friends and they were making happy memories together?

Why won’t they accept their olive branch? They’ll be friends again and everything will be okay just like it was before Lila came.

Let it be known that Alya Césaire was not a patient person. Like at all.

She was fuming (like you could see the smoke coming out of her ears) as she walked up to Marinette’s desk, just bursting at the seams with frustration. “I don’t get it. Why are you so cosy with Adrien instead of us? Did you forget he supported Lila too?

“That was—” Marinette spoke up in defense of her everything-that-actually-matters brother.

But Alya ignored her and bulldozed right over, slamming her hands down on her desk. “Yeah. He changed his mind later on but the point still stands that he was on Lila’s side just like us so why are you willing to be friends with him but not me and Nino? We were best buds.”

“Adrien was friends with Lila unwillingly, unlike you guys. His douchebag of a father wanted him to play nice with that harlot for some reason and he had to go along with it or risk being pulled out of school.”

Alya rolled her eyes (She literally rolled her eyes at that) before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Please. That’s probably a pretty little excuse he gave you be on your good side again. We all know Gabriel will never actually do it.”

“Are you perhaps referring to the man who rejected the idea of a birthday part for his own son or makes Adrien attend constant photo shoots and a crazy schedule to follow that makes it hard for him to hang out with his friends regularly. That Gabriel?”

At that, Alya faltered a bit as she uncrossed her arms.

“Look, Alya. I’m fine with being friendly classmates but I’m not going to be your friend again.”

And Alya —who wanted things to just be okay again and wanted to go back to being Marinette’s best friend, who was tired of days trying to put so much effort into being Marinette’s best gal again only to be rejected every single time— just let whatever came into her mind to slip out of her mouth. She didn’t watch what she said next and in doing so burnt the last bridge she ever had to Marinette.

“Maybe Lila was actually right for once when she said the only reason you’re close to Adrien was to use him to get ahead in the fashion industry.”

Oh shit.

She really done did it now.

It was at this point that Marinette’s infinite patience and kindness snapped. Adrien scooted his chair back a bit to get out of the crossfire. He’s a dumbass kitty but he still has self-preservation.

The grip on her pencil tightened as her eyes narrowed and grew darker, her voice ice cold.

“You were the one who decided we were done being friends, Césaire.”

Alya was taken aback, frozen at the biting harshness Marinette directed at her. Whatever comeback she had died in her throat.

Mari let out a deep breath and her voice was back to neutral. “Look. Maybe someday in the future we can be friends again. But not right now. Please respect my decision.”

And that was the end of that.

Well kind of.

Because the ice queen treatment didn’t deter her at all. Alya still persistently tried to get Marinette to be friends with her again until Nino pulled her away and forced her to stop it with her ridiculous antics which aren’t working.

The rest of their former friends now classmates got the message and left the pair alone. They were friendly and cordial with each other as common courtesy dictate but they had no interaction beyond that. They were nowhere near as close as they once were before Liar-la happened.

Anyway, school went back to normal. Well as normal as it could be with all the recent changes.

Nothing was as it was before.

And Marinette and Adrien were fine with that.

Mari was hanging out with Aurore and Mireille for the afternoon so Damian and Adrien had Mari’s room all to themselves. They were currently playing video games.

And although the Wayne boy was the perfect gentleman who doesn’t let his hormones rule over common courtesy and a proper courtship, Plagg was there to supervise the lovebirds (with a boatload of cheese to keep him company of course).

He likes to think of himself as laid back and chill who cares deeply about his kittens. And Adrien is a pure innocent little bean.

Don’t get him wrong. He does like Wayne as a person. The kid’s attitude and personality is a fun riot to witness. But the major plus is how it is beyond obvious Wayne adores and cares greatly about Adrien. He is a good boyfriend to his chaotic gay sunshine baby.

But after all the shit and drama that went down with his scumbag of a dad, Plagg was just feeling a tad protective of his kitty.

Just a tad.

They have been dating for close to a month now. He wonders if they are going to do a one-month anniversary. Is that excessive? Or was that normal? But Adrien still can’t get over how he landed such a hot and amazing guy as a beau.

If only he could go back in time to visit his insecure and confused little self and reassure him that they had game all along.

“Fuck. I lost.”

Dami smirked. “That makes it 7 to 5 in my favor.”

“I don’t care if you’re drop dead gorgeous. I’ll beat your pretty face in the next round.”

Hot-And-Sexy had an amused grin on his face. “I love you too, babe.”

Marinete and Damian are finally making a plan to get Hawk Moth to answer for his crimes. Needless to say, they have their differences on how to handle Gabriel Agreste.

“I vote to have Hawk Moth taste my blade.”

“We’re not killing Adrien’s dad no matter how much he deserves it.”

“I can get away with it.”

“So can I. But murder is still illegal.”

Naturally, discussing how to confront Gabriel and coming with a good solid plan that satisfies both teenagers took some time.

Adrien entered Mari’s room, humming a bit as he carried a tray filled with homemade snacks. He perked up seeing his two favorite people in the world getting along so well.

“Hey guys! What are you up to?”

Damian and Marinette glanced at each other for a split second. They didn’t want their Chaton to worry about Hawk Moth so they didn’t share any specifics.

It was Dami who spoke up. “We are discussing the legalities of assassination.”

Mari facepalmed.

Luckily, Adrien was a pure oblivious child. “That’s nice, babe.”

With all the strange things he’s seen (namely, the Miraculous and getting powers from tiny little talking animals), Gabriel will like to say he shouldn’t be surprised.

But he was.

Luckily, he had enough self-control to not show his surprise in an obvious way, just a raised eyebrow towards the two superheroes standing in the middle of his office.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Mademoiselle Ladybug and Monsieur Robin?” Pleasant and neutral.

Ladybug he can kind of understand her presence. He is a supervillain after all. Wait. Maybe ex-supervillain now. Because he hasn’t been doing villain things for a while now since he misplaced Nooroo’s brooch and couldn’t find it no matter how many boxes of unsold Miraculous replicas he went through. And he went through a lot (that is not an understatement). Amazing how much free time he has when he isn’t stalking on the watch for negative feelings.

But what was Robin doing here? He wasn’t aware the Gotham sidekick was in Paris in the first place.

“We are aware of your alter ego, Hawk Moth.”

He sighed internally. This wasn’t going to end well. But he hasn’t gotten this far by bowing down easily.

“Just because I am a genius recluse does not mean I have supervillain tendencies.”

Ladybug was unimpressed as she crossed her arms and stare at him with a deadpan look. “But you do have supervillain tendencies. I have yours and Nathalie’s miraculous who told us all about your plans.”

Huh, no wonder he couldn’t find them.

But anyway, the gig was up. Nooroo and Duusu were very emotional blabbermouths. The main reason why he couldn’t let them out of his sight —besides needing them to transform into bad guys of course.

“Then you know I had a good reason why I became Hawk Moth.”

“To bring your wife back. Yes, I am aware of your ‘master’ plan.”

Maybe he can appeal to their sympathy. After all, heroes got to have empathy, right? “It was for Adrien’s sake to have his family back together.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

Because next thing he knew he had a razor sharp sword against his neck. He didn’t even see Robin move.

“Do not speak of his name, you traitor scum.” The Gotham hero growled. “How dare you preach about your son’s happiness when you are the one who have been neglecting him for the past years. Do not say you care for the boy when you never once showed an ounce of love towards him.”

Why is Robin so protective towards Adrien? Do they know each other well?

But Gabriel’s questions were immediately banished to the back of his mind. Because right now, he was righteously fearing for his life. Prison sounded better than death. He glanced towards Ladybug. He knew she, at least, wouldn’t let him die. She was the picture perfect hero after all.

Who was facepalming at the situation. “For the last time, we are not killing Agreste.”

Unfortunately, Robin did not remove the sword. “And as I keep saying, no one will have to know.”

“I will. I am literally standing right here as a witness.”

“You may look away if you are squeamish.”

“...That’s not the problem.” It was time for Ladybug to pull out the big guns. “And if you go through with this, you will make your boyfriend cry and he will no longer want to date you.”

It took a few seconds but Robin eventually lowered the sword and addressed Gabriel. “Do not presume that because you have no received death today that you do not deserve it. The only reason why your guts have not decorated this room is because I do not wish to make my mon amour shed tears for such a despicable man.”

Ladybug spoke up next. “We are going to report you to the authorities. Robin and I have enough evidence to put you away for life.”

To live for another day, Gabriel makes the smart choice of quickly surrendering right then and there.

“Mon amour, I come bearing both good and bad news.”

Adrien looked at Dami confused. “Okay? What’s the bad news?”

“Your sister have unfortunately stopped my attempt to slay your wicked father.”

Aww.

Adrien’s squishy little heart filled with endearing fondness at how much Hot-And-Sexy cared about him.

“Killing my father isn’t worth going to jail, Dami. I’m sure you can pull off orange but Mari will probably bar me from ever visiting you to teach you a lesson.”

He considered that for a moment. “That is true. Marinette is a frightening terror.”

“She’s the greatest thing to happen to me.”Adrien swooned at his goddess before remembering his boyfriend was with him. “You’re a very close second.”

But Dami was smiling fondly. “I know. I knew what I was getting into when I asked you out. I will never get in the way between your sibling bond.”

Aww.

He could feel his squishy little heart almost explode from all this sugary cuteness from his vain and egotistical Adonis.

“You’re adorable. So what’s the good news you have for me?”

“Marinette and I have finally dealt with your father. He will answer for his crimes in front of the Parisian authorities and you will not deal with the repercussions of being related to someone as vile as he.”

“Does this mean I don’t have to legally change my name to Dupain-Cheng after all?”

“You’re already one. Not sharing their name does not make you any less of one.”

Adrien beamed, smiling brighter than any sun. He loved being part of the Dupain-Cheng family and it was nice to be acknowledged as one of them.

“Of course. Being a Wayne is an honor too.” Damian said casually as if he was simply talking about the weather. Only the twitch of his fingers belied his nervousness.

Adrien interlocked their fingers together. “You have to buy me a pretty ring first, Mr. Hot-And-Sexy.”

The next week was kind of crazy to say the least.

Gabriel Agreste was outed as Hawk Moth and Natalie as Mayura to the public. They were promptly put in jail.

For all their contingency plans, Marinette and Damian had nothing to worry about after all. Adrien being a literal sunshine and Paris’ darling model was what saved him from being a pariah and outcast. The public knew that Adrien was the victim here and not part of Hawk Moth’s plans at all (Be serious. Can you imagine Sunshine child actually having an evil streak in him? No? That’s right. Because it is impossible). People were more sympathetic about Adrien having such a douchebag as a father than the possibility that he was evil like said douchebag.

After that whole drama mess, Ladybug and Chat Noir announced their retirement to Paris’ dismay. But eh. Without akumas running around, they can leave Paris’ future to the police (since it’s you know, their job to keep the peace and not teenagers who is still winging it as they kick ass).

Marinette and Adrien just wanted to focus on their future without any other crazy shenanigans.

He already said it before. But it still bears repeating.

Lila Rossi is a bitch.

The only thing Gabriel did right was throw her under the bus when he was caught. He told the police and superheroes how Lila helped him cause akumas with her lies and manipulation. Who knew her destroyed reputation could plummet even further? Understandably, her mother was not at all pleased with her daughter’s antics.

For being a terrorist and an indecent person, Lila was immediately arrested and deported to Italy (and that’s the last they ever heard of her thank everything Mari thinks is holy).

With the whole Hawkmoth thing out of the way and he didn’t have to worry about his shitty dad ever again, Adrien can now focus on his biggest challenge yet.

School will be over in a few days and summer will be here. Which means: It’s time to finally meet the Waynes.

Oh fuck. He was going to meet the Batfam.

And even though Dami assured him that his family will like him, he was still nervous.

Fuck that. He was absolutely 100% freaking out!

Thank goodness Mari was coming along for the ride.

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Jeanine Mason and Roswell, New Mexico showrunner preview season 3 of the extraterrestrial drama

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Was the year time jump because of the pandemic? To sidestep making that too central to the plot, or was that always the plan?

JEANINE MASON: That was always our intention and it was just sort of a saving grace in that way. We also don't acknowledge the pandemic in real-time on our show. There are no masks and that was just so wonderful just to get work in that way and have that time where it was a little more normal. Also, that's just our show — we want you to come to us the way you always do, which is for nineties nostalgia, sexy Cowboys, brilliant scientists, you know?

CHRIS HOLLIER: So we wanted to drop our characters in a year later, let them stew in their individual decisions that were made last season. We want everyone to root for our poster couple but we want to honor what happens in real life, which is sometimes you step away from that person, even if you are entwined with them in a very particular way. So we wanted it to be a real enough time and distance so that they could live a little life on their own.

With showrunner Carina Adly MacKenzie departing at the end of season 2, has much changed? Or are you still working with ideas she had in place?'

HOLLIER: It's a little bit of both. There are things that Carina and I built that live all the way through and then once the story got up on its feet, discoveries were made with our new crop of people that we were like, "Oh, we're going to bend it this other way."

Jeanine, how is Liz doing in her new life in L.A. when we pick up this season?

MASON: Well, it's been a year and at this point, her life is actually pretty great. She just hasn't taken a second to acknowledge that. She's doing what she does best, which is just full head in her work and trying to figure out what she could use of her discoveries and her brilliance to save Maria. She has a great job, a really nice place, and an awesome partner at work who is a good time and a real match for her in terms of intellect and ambition. He begins to ask her to recognize that and to maybe give something a chance that she's been reluctant to because of how drawn she is to Roswell and to Max. It's a fun first episode. It's sexy. It's fun to find opportunities for her. She's our hero so she's got a lot on her shoulders and anytime where we can find levity for her is always a real treat for the writers and for me.

And no Crashdown waitress uniform must be nice?

MASON: Honestly, I miss it quite a lot right now. I have a note in my notes with Chris, I'm like, "I gotta tell him we gotta find him more opportunities for it."

Should Liz and Max shippers be worried about them finding their way back to one another after he destroyed her work and didn't follow her to L.A.? Should we resign ourselves to a season apart?

MASON: This season really is about these characters having themselves mirrored to each other. Max and Liz need some growing and ultimately they can't do anything but be orbiting each other. We found so many opportunities to have such a beautiful language around the cosmic element of their connection. They're asking, "Is this our decision, or are we just acting off of a decision that the cosmos made for us?" It was so fun to navigate that. I always have such a good time with Chris Hollier and with Nathan Dean, just finding the little tiny notches, a tiny bit of movement towards where they're going next. I really loved following them. It's my favorite Max and Liz season to date.

HOLLIER: It's not a season apart. I'll tease that they, in an unexpected way, end up in front of each other relatively soon. But it's really about when am I ready? And what does it mean to talk to my ex? When someone makes such a big influence in your life, when do you know it's over and when do you know you should fight again? We tried to give them real grown-up lives.

Steven Krueger (The Originals) also joined the cast as Heath this season. What can you tease about his character?

HOLLIER: He's just an awesome human being. I know him from The Originals and we were like, "If we're going to have to be stuck with people in the desert, who do we want?" You want to be stuck with a handsome and lovely and charming Steven Krueger. So really this was looking at, "Well, what did Liz want and what does it look like when you start to give Liz versions of what she wants?" Heath is somebody that is beyond being just a lovely person, he is smart and wants to advance science and that's appealing to Liz. It becomes, "What does it look like when the man that I hang around with all day is also into the same things that I am?"

MASON: I love him. Heath is just such a fun, whip-smart, fantastic character. His humor was so fun. We've been having a good time with kicking the humor up really through season two and in season three, we just took it up another notch. There are some moments that are like, "Is this a drama or is it a sitcom?" Looking back on it, he was such a fun partner to spar with. They're both such intellectual characters and I love that there's a real meeting of the minds. It makes it competitive and sexy. I know a lot of fans are so excited because they know him from The Originals and he's going to be a great addition.

Technically, Mr. Jones is a new character too. Can you tell us anything at all about him?

HOLLIER: I'd say he's a new character — and a fully-fleshed interesting new character. Mr. Jones has an awesome beard. At some point, he might lose that beard. A lot of people are asking me, "Is Jones good or bad?" And what I would argue is that's a perspective based upon who you are in the conversation that you're having with him. He knows a lot about our heroes' story and he knows a lot about home. He'll be able to answer questions for them. This season our heroes will get to learn why they ended up here on earth. One of the things I think that people will love is that they're going to get to see that home planet this year. We asked ourselves a lot about this whole season, "What have we set up for the past two?" We look at these first three seasons almost like a trilogy so a lot of things are going to be paid off.

Has Nathan enjoyed pulling double duty this season? Or is he just exhausted?

MASON: He's exhausted, but he's such a champ. That really is the beginning of this mirroring thing that starts with Max and Jones with him actually getting to look at himself to a degree and those questions that come up. The self-analysis that it provokes in him is really the beginning of what is happening to all of our characters this year; everybody's being confronted with themselves. I loved that the Max/Jones of it was also a real sci-fi element.

Did he really grow that beard or was that not possible if he had to go between the two characters?

MASON: That was a prosthetic beard and our makeup team killed it. He was not accustomed to early mornings, which, of course, all of us babes are. It was a lot of extra time in the chair for him.

Can Jones dupe Liz into thinking he's actually Max since she doesn't know he exists?

MASON: You're totally on to something. It's a real and pressing threat. I mean, she's totally in the dark and he looks like her cosmic lover!

HOLLIER: What I will say is that, Liz — beyond her being number one on the call sheet — is integral to this story in a way that she and none of our characters are going to perceive when they start episode one. We're bringing [the characters] to a new crossroads moment in their lives and they're getting, through Jones, a mirror into their own lives to decide what they're going to become next.

How's Rosa (Amber Midthunder) doing this season?

MASON: By the end of season two, Rosa really makes the decision to start taking care of herself. She really becomes an incredible asset to the Scooby-Doo gang. It's something that Liz is in constant adjustment to. As much as she's the younger sister, she feels very protective of her sister and Liz has had to make adjustments in her trust and faith in Rosa. I loved it because it just felt like a real personal, authentic thing that sisters would go through, but also that Hispanic sisters would go through. I think we sometimes, culturally, have a tendency to baby our women — maybe that's the wrong word — but just to underestimate their physical ability and what they might take on, and sort of 'queen' our women in a way where we treat them tenderly. I hate that. I'm a tough bitch and so is Rosa. So Liz has to confront that and go, "I'm an idiot to underestimate you. You've done nothing but prove me wrong."

What about Maria and her visions?

HOLLIER: This year I think Maria has the most complete arc of any season, as she recognizes things about herself that cause more questions about who she is, who her family is, how she's linked to this story. We dive into it in the present-day and we dive deliciously back in time too.

In the exclusive clip above we see her have a vision of a funeral, can you tease anything about who potentially might be about to die?

HOLLIER: Maria is front and center in driving the first half of the mystery for us. She's burdened with trying to figure out whose death she is seeing. It takes a few episodes to unravel and we use it to ask, is this linked to our supernatural stories or real-world stories that are going on politically? Is it bad luck? Is it herself? There's a whole gambit at play. We joke that we solved a past murder, now we're going to try to stop one.

Can Malex (Michael and Alex) shippers have hope that this might finally be their time?

HOLLIER: What I would say is that I think that Malex fans are really going to dig this journey. We, as writers, put them at the same level of importance as Max and Liz. So we wanted to really honor the next step in what they may or may not be. How did they grow up and how did they have those hard conversations just like Liz and Max are going to have?

Is Isobel going to continue to date women this season?

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Will see more of Liz fighting to challenge the perception of the Latinx community?

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Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | You’ve been friends with Alex Turner and the other boys from Arctic Monkeys since you were 13. You never for a second thought that Alex would release a song about you though. From late night phone calls and almost constant texting and teasing, you’ve managed to stay close with him over the years. When a pact is established and a holiday is arranged, life seems to be treating you very well. But a month in LA will either make or break you.

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A/N: Okay so here it finally is. The start of my first Alex series. There’s going to be a minimum of 10 Parts to this series and I really hope you all enjoy it. There’s nowhere near enough Alex content on this platform as there should be so I hope this helps. The majority of the series is set in 2015 and I hope you’ll enjoy reading this as much as I have writing it. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Taglists are always open. Thank you for reading x

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You’d been good friends with Alex Turner since you were 13 years old. Being stuck in school and then doing the same boring GCSE’s made it really easy to become friends with people in your school that you never really spoke to before.

Becoming friends with him was an easy process. You both got on with each other like a house on fire and your friendship groups also mixed really well, meaning that in school and after, you spent a lot of time together.

You’d say you started to fancy him during your Music lessons in school. Especially in Year 10 when he came back after Christmas dedicated to learning how to play the guitar and it seemed like literally nothing else mattered. You, being a naive teenager, put it down to you fancying musicians and not that it was anything to do with Alex himself.

Well, that was what you told yourself multiple times to get over it but it sort of just stuck. Your crush came and never really went away. Especially when you started attending parties with him and you fell deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole.

The laughs and the innocent looks and the dirty jokes just made him perfect and you found yourself wanting to hang around with him, Matt, Andy, and Jamie more and more.

So, when you had the excuse to start seeing them more at their gigs, you rarely passed up the chance. The first time you went to one of their shows, you were apprehensive to say the least. Just because you had no clue if Alex could sing or not.

He would always refuse to sing in school and to be fair, you didn’t blame him. You rarely sang in front of anyone. Not even your friends. You only sang properly at home, in the shower, or at concerts.

So, when you got to The Grapes to watch Arctic Monkeys’ first gig, you were anxious.

You knew their music would be good because you’d heard Alex play the guitar and over the years, he’d become amazing at it, but you’d never heard him sing. So, when he started singing up on the stage, you were blown away.

His voice was heavenly to say the least.

It was innocent and gruff at the same time and their music was honestly something you wish you could listen to all the time and no that wasn’t just so you could listen to Alex’s voice all day. Well that was part of it, but you actually enjoyed the music as well.

You supported their music every step of the way and you became really good friends with the boys because you were always there watching them. You were there from when it was just a room with a few friends and family, and you were there when there were real crowds attending just for them.

You were there for everything.

This meant that when you attended various house parties with them, it was never weird when you were spotted in their presence instead of your other friends. If you were honest, they were easier to get on with than your group of girls. There was no bitching with the boys, and you found them much easier to party with.

No drama, just the drinking and it was great.

The parties with them were some of your fondest memories from your younger years and you loved thinking back to them. One of your favourite memories was at a house party a week or two after their first album had been released.

This particular party was memorable because you’d finally persuaded Andy to take part in a drinking game with you and the other boys. Andy was usually never one for games but you’d managed to twist his arm this time.

You were in some guy from high school house and he’d got a drinking game out, which you and the boys took over. It was one of those games where you had to throw a magnetic bottle top at a board and wherever it landed, you had to complete the task it said.

The options were like, ‘Down your Drink’, ‘Take a Shot’, ‘Drink with a Buddy’, ‘Assign a Shot’, ‘Everybody Drinks’, ‘Pass’, and ’Throw Again’. So needless to say, you were pissed by the end of the game, let alone the night.

When you got drunk, you became clingy. So, whilst with your friends it meant that you hugged the boys a lot and didn’t stop chatting. You were by far the drunkest out of your little group because they kept using you as the ‘drink with a buddy’ and ‘assign a shot’.

You vaguely remembered hugging Matt for ages that night until he passed you over to Alex where you would didn’t stop chatting his ear off. Thankfully he was fucked as well and chatted to you a lot too.

“Alex I’m so proud of you” You said as you flung your arms around his neck and pulled him into you for a hug.

Alex chuckled at your words before asking, “Why?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him and moved yourself back a bit so you could see him again. ‘God he was tall’ You drunkenly thought.

“Because you’ve got like a number one album and you never stop. You’re just so good” You smile.

“Nice to know you only think were ‘good’ Y/N/N” Alex chuckled at your drunken truths.

You pouted at him, “You know I didn’t mean it like that”

Alex laughed at you before motioning for you to jump on the kitchen counter, so you’d be a similar height to him. You did so with his help, your head spinning a bit before your eyes settled back on Alex who now stood in front of you in the busy kitchen.

“You know you’re like my best friend, don’t you Al?” You asked him.

“Yeah I know. You know you’re one of mine, right?” Alex asked you with a smile, looking at your drunk eyes trying their best to stay focused.

“Am I actually?” You asked him and the shocked voice surprised Alex.

“Course you are. Can’t forget my music buddy, can I?” He asked you, referring to what you called each other back in high school.

You again threw your arms around him and pulled him towards you. You started chatting pure shit with each other after that and Alex stayed with you and entertained you.

He stood close, still in-between your legs with his hands resting down on the counter either side of you.

You chatted like that for at least an hour and you ordered Alex to make you more drinks, which he happily got you before returning back to his previous position. You both completely occupied the others attention and it wasn’t long before you were back to talking shit.

“So, you ever gunna write a song about me Al?” You grinned before taking a sip of your drink, leaning back against the cupboard behind you.

“How do you know I already haven’t?” Alex smiled cheekily at you before taking a sip of his own drink.

Your eyes went wide and you quickly swallowed your drink so you could ask, “Oh my god, have you really?”

“Maybe” Alex smirked at you before keeping his lips pressed tightly together so you couldn’t see his smile. But you didn’t have to see a smile to know the truth, you could see the amusement in his eyes.

You lent forward and put your hands on his shoulders. “Come on, you have to tell me”

“No, I don’t” Alex chuckled, shaking his head before taking another drink.

You weren’t having any of that though. “Nah come on. Which one is it off the album?” You pressed on.

“It’s not on the album” Alex told you.

“The EP then?” You tried again but you just made Alex laugh.

“Not on there either” He grinned.

“So is a new one?” You asked getting excited.

Alex shook his head smiling and told you, “No, I wrote it about a year ago”

“So you’re just never gunna let me or anyone else hear it then?” You pouted and tried not to laugh upon seeing Alex’s drunken gaze try and stay focused.

“No one” Alex grinned before picking up your drink and pushing it to your mouth to make you forget about the subject. But you never did.

The boys had taken off around the UK which was amazing for both them and you. You never imagined at the age of 20 that they would take you on tour with them, but they did.

You didn’t think they were being serious when they initially asked you. But you, Alex, and Matt had become so close the past 7 years that they just said they still wanted you there at every gig.

You remembered them asking you just after Whatever People Say I Am came out and you couldn’t really believe it. It was about a month after that party and you were honestly shell shocked by their offer.

“So, Y/N, you coming with us or what?” Matt asked you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Coming where?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows and watched as he took a seat next to you in your lounge.

“Around the country?” Alex smiled at you from his seat opposite you.

“On tour” Matt confirmed, and you looked between them in complete shock.

“Don’t even joke about that. It’s not funny, don’t rub it in my face that you get to go places” You pouted.

Alex smiled at you with a cheeky grin and said, “Good thing we aren’t joking then, ain’t it?”

“You’re actually being serious?” You asked looking into Alex’s eyes. You could usually tell when he was lying and this time you really hoped it wasn’t a joke.

“Yeah. There’s a spare bed on the bus and we want you to come with us” Alex smiled at you genuinely.

“Really?” You asked, your eyes getting brighter by the second.

“Yeah. Why’s it so hard to believe? You’ve literally been to every gig the past four years so can’t leave you behind for this” Matt said pulling you into a hug from the side.

“I’d love to come” You smile at them and then moved over to your other sofa to hug Alex when Matt released you.

You were so lucky that their heads hadn’t grown too big since they’d become really popular and you were glad you got to experience their first UK tour with them.

The only difficult bit about it was watching Alex slowly slip away from you and fall into the arms of a few different girls. But that was okay it was bound to happen, because you weren’t going to tell him how you felt.

Despite the flirty jokes that went on between you and the boys, you wouldn’t act on anything with Alex because you valued their friendship so much. You also didn’t say anything because if you said that you liked him on tour with him, it would have been really awkward when he rejected you to get with the celebrities he could now get.

But that was okay. And when he started going out with Alexa the following year, that was okay too. In fact, you were happy for them, really happy.

You moved on with your life and watched the boys grow bigger from a bit of a distance. Not because of your feelings towards Alex, but because you didn’t want to be known as the Arctic Monkeys groupie all your life.

After the first UK tour, you’d gone back home and got yourself a job that you loved before you went back and finished uni. You were happy and had even settled down yourself with someone you’d met at a pub one evening out with the girls.

You’d obviously kept in contact with the boys as they toured everywhere and saw them whenever you could. But unfortunately, they weren’t home often so it was a rare occasion when you saw them.

You always bought tickets to see them in Sheffield and every single time you got scolded by the boys because they didn’t want you paying for your tickets when your name would always be on the guest list. But you were happy just being on their PR list, where you got free copies of their music in the post the day that something new was released.

You never wanted to scrounge off their fame and you never would. No matter how famous they became.

You loved Favourite Worst Nightmare and Humbug when they came out and you also loved Suck It And See. To be honest you knew you’d love anything they would ever do because you loved your boys and would support their music until the day you died.

And despite both of you being in relationships, you would always find Alex attractive. Not that you would do anything to act on it when you were with someone or if he was, but you could still admire from a far and you don’t think your friendship with them would ever die.

That’s why you didn’t think it would matter when you phoned Alex up just after AM dropped.

It was 00:34 when you called him up. You couldn’t not do. You were so shocked and just needed to quickly chat to him, just to tease him if nothing else.

You smiled as the phone rang because you knew what you were going to say as when he picked up the phone. You also knew that his reaction was hilarious because it always was when he got embarrassed.

“Y/N?” You heard Alex answer and your smile immediately came back to your face.

“Hey Al, you good?” You asked him in a very happy tone.

“Yeah I’m fine... Are you...?” He trailed off and you let out a little giggle.

“I’m great thanks… I just wanted to ask you a quick question” You asked then put a hand over your mouth to stop you from laughing.

“Right…” You heard him say and you could tell he knew what was about to come.

“Do you like writing songs about me?” You laughed.

“Fuck sake” Alex groaned.

You let out a small laugh at that before you carried on teasing “No I love it. I’m just wondering, did I happen to forget that we shagged, or do you just want the boys to think that we did?”

You couldn’t believe it when you heard Knee Socks.

You literally had to play it over again a few times because you knew it was about you. Or the knee socks bit definitely was anyway.

You giggled thinking about it. That used to be your look. You always wore knee high socks around your house and all of the boys had seen you in them multiple times.

From the age of 16 to 19 you dressed like that all the time. Knee socks, skirt or shorts and a top of your choice. That was you and no one from school could say otherwise.

Yeah other girls wore them in school, but they would change out of them immediately when they got home. You however would keep them on and make outfits to go with them.

You even went as far as getting different coloured ones for when school finished so you didn’t have boring black ones on all the time. It was your style and you’d made it your own.

Friends would even shout you over in the street because they knew it was you because no one else wore them, or they rarely did.

The knee socks were once upon a time your defining feature.

In the summer you often went out like that and you literally knew the day Alex was referencing in the song. You’d all gone to the park for drinks with your big group of friends and one of them tipped your drink down your front.

Obviously younger you couldn’t have a stain on your top, so you bothered Alex to let you borrow one of his tops because you knew he lived the closest to the park. And he did actually let you and so he should have because he was one of your best friends.

You remembered walking with him to his house and he gave you his sky-blue Lacoste top to wear because nothing else was clean. You remember you keeping it for quite a while afterwards too, until one particular day when you invited a few friends round and Alex called you out about wearing it until you gave it him back.

“Y/N can you not?” Alex sighed down the phone and you could practically see him holding the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed as you spoke to him.

“No Alex I love it. I’m just wondering how long you’ve wanted to shag me because I tell you what Al, you can grab the scruff of my knee socks whenever you’re back home” You teased him and it was allowed because you were both single again now.

About 4 months ago he’d called you and told you the news that him and Arielle has split up. And whilst you were sad to hear about his breakup, you were excited you could once again exchange the flirty banter with him that you used to do all the time.

“Don’t tempt me Y/N, I’m only a few hours away” Alex called your bluff.

You smiled at hearing him saying that. “Ooo Baby come and get me” You groan down the phone.

“Y/N” You heard him say and you could tell he was torn whether to try to joke with you or start a normal conversation.

“Al I’m just joking… It cute. It’s a really good song. I’m glad I’m still a muse” You smile remembering back when he teased you saying another song was about you, but he never told you which one it was.

And you knew it wasn’t this song because after Suck It And See came out you asked him about it again and he said he’d already put it out. So, you knew it was either on Favourite Worst Nightmare, Humbug, or Suck It And See but you never found out the exact track.

You heard him chuckle down the phone at you and you joined in. You thought you would take the conversation away from you joking and said, “Alex in all honesty I fucking love this album so much. I can’t wait for my copy”

“Do you actually?” Alex asked you like he genuinely didn’t believe what you were telling him.

“I really really love it Alex. I think it might be my favourite one” You told him honestly.

“Well if you think that, we’ve smashed it then, haven’t we?” He said and you could practically hear his smile.

“You really have Al, it’s so good. I’ve been waiting for it all day” You spoke candidly.

“You could have rung me earlier I’d have sent you a CD or something a few weeks ago, instead of it coming tomorrow. I never even thought” Alex told you, but you cut him off

“No, no, no. You know how much I like the build-up for your music. You know I love it when you release new content and I’m still privileged I’m on your mailing list” You told him.

“Do you really like it that much?” Alex again had to ask still not quite believing you.

“Yeah I love each and every song. They’re so good... Well I haven’t listened to the last one yet but I’m sure it’s great”

“I Wanna Be Yours?” He questioned.

“Yeah that one. I sorta just had to skip Knee Socks back to the beginning a few times and wait for my jaw to peel itself off the ground” You grinned.

“I’m sorry. I should have pre-warned you or asked if it was okay” Alex sighed worriedly.

You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.

“No, you don’t. You can sing about whatever you want. I was just confused because I swear, I wouldn’t have forgot shagging you of all people” You teased again.

“Yeah, no, that was something we never got around to doing Y/N” Alex confirmed down the phone.

“Disappointing” You sighed with a smile.

You heard Alex’s chuckle before he said, “There’s always time Y/N/N”

“Very true Al. I’ll go and buy some knee socks for you, let that kink of yours resurface” You carried on, your grin never wavering.

“Don’t get me excited Y/N, I’ve gotta go sleep soon” Alex attempted to match your humour, but you were too shocked by what he said to carry on the joke.

“What do you mean you’ve gotta go sleep soon? You’ve just released a fucking album you should be out partying” You asked very worriedly.

You used to be out till morning light on album release nights. You were both getting older but Jesus, you at least thought he’d still go out for that.

“Y/N/N I’m twenty-seven. I’m an old man now and besides I’d get fucking mobbed” He told you.

Since he’d cut his hair, the band we’re getting a lot more attention and you were fairly certain that they would be getting a lot more after this album. Alex had been telling you about the crazy fan encounters that he’d been getting on the build-up to the album drop and you were honestly scared for him sometimes.

But that didn’t mean he shouldn’t celebrate the release of his new album. So, you shook your head as if he could see you and said, “No you wouldn’t they will all be at home listening to AM”

“That’s a shout actually Y/N but if I’m honest I’d rather just chat to you and get in bed” Alex told you and it made you smile.

“Ooo Al, getting me into bed was easier than you thought then. Wasn’t it?” You played with him.

“Fuck off” He chuckled again.

“I’m just joking Baby, you can get that sweet spot whenever you want” You giggled to him, your sultry tone coming through though.

“Y/N/N” He sighed at you. It was more of a groan really though.

“Alex” You say grinning.

“You’re not getting away from this one. You wrote another song about me, and I’m fucking, buzzing. And the fact you wanna fuck me... Alex get yourself back home now” You continued on to say, the smile never leaving your face.

“Can you not?” Alex chuckled.

“Why? You getting all excited? You wanna know what I’m wearing?” You tease.

“What was your favourite song Y/N? Apart from Knee Socks” Alex promptly changed the topic of conversation but you could hear the smile in his voice.

You giggled and said “Smooth” before you continued on to having a really nice conversation with him about the new album.

“Can I be honest with you” You asked him.

“Course you can” Alex told you.

You drew patterns on your blanket as you said, “It will probably change but, I think my favourite song wasn’t on the album”

“So it was a B side?” He asked.

You nodded, when though he couldn’t see you, “Yep. You wanna guess which one?”

“Nah I’ll just let you tell me”

“Boring” You giggled before you told him the song, “Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You”

“Thought you’d like that one” Alex said, and you could almost hear his teasing smile through the phone.

You smile and say, “You know me well”

He then told you about how he came up with the ideas of a few different songs and some of the funny stuff that happened whilst recording. You chatted for ages about all different things to do with the album and about how you were excited to see them on their tour.

But obviously, the conversation went back to Knee Socks on a few occasions.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked because you’d ignored his last question and he could tell you’d gone on speaker phone.

“I’m just looking at the lyrics of Knee Socks” You grinned trying not to laugh.

“For fucks sake Y/N/N” Alex sighed.

“Sorry Al, I’m just intrigued” You told him as you read over the lyrics.

“Just ask me then you don’t have to google it” he tells you.

“Nah this is more fun...” You trailed off as you carried on reading the second verse.

You read over the lyrics with a smile on your face as you heard Alex groan through the phone.

“Oh right. Thanks Al” You say sarcastically, rereading some of the lyrics hidden in the verse.

“Oh no, what now?” Alex asks you.

“I was a stranger in your phonebook you were acting like you knew, ey?” You asked him about it.

You would have never classed yourselves as strangers, even when you did lose touch for a year.

“I meant that I hadn’t spoken to you in ages. It was literally over a year Y/N, you can’t deny that” Alex said, and it was unfortunately the truth.

Both of your lives took over and you didn’t really speak to each other apart from the obligatory Happy Birthday text. Both of your lives took over. You with your job and Alex with touring and then writing Suck It And See.

Messaging and managing calls with differing time zones proved to be difficult and the fact that they didn’t have any social media meant that you lost touch. But thankfully you got back in contact with each other at the beginning of 2011 and your friendship became a closer one.

“Alright then fair enough but… What do you mean that you had nothing to lose?” You asked him but then it was just stereo silence from the other end of the phone.

That was until it all suddenly clicked into place in your mind.

“Oh” You said in shock.

“Oh Alex” You said in a flattered tone with a grin on your face the entire time. You only noticed that he wanted to shag you from the chorus lyrics, but this was a great new find.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but back in like 2011 when you randomly phoned me in the middle of the night for the first time in a year... I was your booty call wasn’t I...?” You smiled as you heard silence on the other end of the phone.

“I remember phoning you back the next day and you were back here” You start to explain remembering the day well. He was back in Sheffield and you were so excited.

“You were back home, and we met up despite you being horrendously hungover... That was when we started chatting again... But all this time you were just back in town and you wanted to shag me, didn’t you Alex?” You explained and questioned, all whilst having a big grin on your face.

“Y/N” Alex said in a gruff voice, trying to stop you from going on.

“Don’t Y/N me, answer me question” You said in an amused voice.

“Maybe” Alex reluctantly said, and you could tell he wanted to die.

You lay back in bed and closed your eyes in disappointment at yourself. You sighed, “I’m never putting my phone on silent again”

“Why?” Alex asked you with furrowed eyebrows.

“I could have shagged you Alex and I missed the fucking call” You said getting annoyed at yourself and you accidentally let that annoyance slip into your voice.

“What, you would have actually said yes?” Alex asked you in disbelief.

“Erm yeah. Next time phone me until I pick up please” You smiled. If he was once open to it, you didn’t need to hide it as much now.

“Y/N I was sad and alone. You wouldn’t have wanted to shag freshly dumped me” Alex told you in a sombre voice, but you flipped it back around.

“Aw Al, if you were offering how could I have said no?” You cooed him.

“Y/N I can be at yours in a matter of hours say the word and I’m on my way. I’m at the top of my game now” Alex says sitting up in his bed.  

“As tempting as that is, you literally told me ten minutes ago that you had a dozen interviews tomorrow and I’m sorry, but I need this album to do well because I want more albums in the future” You said reluctantly.

In all honestly you couldn’t believe you were turning Alex Turner down. The guy that you’d fancied since you were 15.

“Next time then?” Alex asked you optimistically.

“Next time” You giggled.

You probably stayed up chatting to him till around half two. At which point you were eager to listen to the last song on the album and you could tell Alex was tired.

You said your goodbyes and promised to text each other soon.

The next few days you obviously had the album on repeat. Trying to learn all of the different lyrics and the vibes each song gave off to see which one was truly your favourite.

You were out walking around Sheffield town centre with your earphones in when you decided you wanted to do a bit of shopping. You hadn’t treated yourself in a while, so you thought you’d have a browse and see if anything took your fancy.

And needless to say, when you saw a certain item of clothing you stopped dead and knew you had to buy it.

They were white knee-high socks that had two blue rings around the top of them. You immediately picked it up and then went on the hunt for a sky-blue top that you could wear just to take the piss further.

Thankfully after the millionth shop you found a long body one in Primark. You couldn’t afford a Lacoste one despite you really wanting to buy one, but you couldn’t justify it just for the joke and unfortunately you did give Alex his back all those years ago.

You then went home to try on what you once would have worn all the time. The top was a lovely colour and came down to just above your mid-thigh which you loved.

The socks though. You had forgot why you loved these types of socks so much. They were so comfy and just from being in that outfit you were warm. And extremely comfortable.

You thought you’d take a picture of yourself just for the sake of it. But you then decided you were going to post it on Instagram, so you wanted it to look good. And you already knew you were going to send it to Alex, so you wanted it to be funny anyway.

You sat on your bedroom floor which you made sure was tidy before posing for the camera set on timer in front of you. You thought you might as well pose for it too despite half your face definitely being cut off because of the camera angle.

You tilted your head up and bit your lip in a seductive way just to take the piss out of Alex further. You bent your knees up so you were almost hugging them but angled them to the side so your blue top could still be seen by the camera.

You made sure that the scruff of the socks could be clearly seen, and you even decided to pretend to put them down. You pulled the blue top over your booty shorts, so it looked like you were just wearing the top as a dress and it looked like you were wearing nothing underneath.

This obviously meant that your thighs could be seen too, and you made sure that they looked what you deemed to be good before you settled on one picture in particular.

The picture left just enough to the imagination. The socks looked amazing and if you were honest with yourself you thought your thighs did too before the sky-blue top covered the rest of you.

The top was baggy, but you still loved the way it looked in the picture. You were also biting your lip in a way that drew the attention of whoever would look at the picture and your hair was messily around your shoulders, and it looked as if you’d been up to no good.

When you were happy you put it on Instagram with a slightly edited caption. You thought you’d be smart and change the lyrics a bit just to tease Alex a bit more.

I’d have never stopped you getting hold of the sweet spot by the scruff of my knee socks.

It was risky but you loved it. You didn’t care what the fans thought. They had been speculating about you and Alex since the early days of the Arctic Monkeys because you attended loads of their gigs and obviously hung around with them before and after.

They thought you were going out with Alex for a good year before he went public with Alexa. You and Alex just laughed and joked about the whole thing though despite you secretly wishing it was true.

There had been multiple times in between then and now when people speculated about the both of you online again. You and Alex just ignored it and had a laugh about it.

When Alex was single Matt always used to refer to you as Alex’s girlfriend which made the whole group laugh. More speculation had even happened at a Last Shadow Puppets gig a few years back and you knew it was about to happen again but you didn’t care.

You really couldn’t be arsed anymore. Once you even told a paparazzi that you were going out with him just to make the guy piss off. Thankfully Alex didn’t care and just laughed about it because you were both single at the time and no publishing ever came out about it.

All the speculation and the fact that you used to post about them a lot meant that you gained a lot of followers on your social media which you didn’t really mind about anymore. It used to bug you that you felt like you needed to make everything perfect. But at one point you just posted whatever you wanted, not caring what people thought anymore.

You’d become sick of thinking that every picture needed to be perfect before it went up and you’d grown tired of wondering if your pictures would get more or less likes than the last. At the age of 25 you thought ‘fuck it’. The likes didn’t matter.

Especially now at 27 you just didn’t care.

You were ready for the speculation to hit again as you clicked post. Alex had broken up with Arielle about 4 months ago and this was bound to get some people talking but despite still fancying him you just wanted to tease him. The newfound information that he fancied you, or at least at one point he thought that you were good enough to shag, had given you a confidence boost.

You received a fair few hundred likes in the space of half an hour and some of the comments made you giggle. It still felt weird getting that many likes despite the fact you’ve been getting them for years.

However, you heard nothing from Alex when the picture had been up a while. So, you decided to copy the link to the picture and send it him.

You sent the link with a message following which said:

Just gunna leave this here for you Turner, enjoy xx

Alex saw the message later on that day. He could see that it was an Instagram link and he got curious.

When he clicked the link, it opened up the Monkeys Instagram as that was the only profile he currently had on his phone. The image opened up after a few seconds and Alex’s jaw fell open.

He was glad no one was around him and that he’d finally reached his hotel room. He was sat down on the end of his bed and studied the image for a few minutes.

Alex thought you looked fucking stunning. And stunning was putting it nicely, he thought you looked fit as fuck. The picture was one of the sexiest things he’d seen.

From your ruffled-up sex hair to you biting your lip. To the way you were teasingly pulling on the scruff of the socks and the way the long top covered what Alex was itching to see.

He thought you looked good back in the day wearing his top but fuck, you looked amazing now. Even better than he remembered.

He couldn’t stop looking at your thighs which he wanted to grab and pull you towards him. If only you were dressed like that in front of him.

Needless to say, Alex liked the picture and he didn’t care that people would see that he’d done it on the Monkeys account. They didn’t need to know he’d done it because he thought you looked beautiful, most of the fans knew you were friends anyway.

But he wished that he hadn’t just flew back to America.

~*~*~*~*~*~

After that night you and Alex started chatting properly. Alex obviously joked with you about the Knee Socks picture you posted, and you couldn’t help but laugh about it from time to time.

You came to see the boys on their AM tour and because they didn’t have a home gig on this tour, you went to their Manchester show. But it was one of their best gigs you’d ever been to, so you didn’t mind having to travel.

Alex and the lads had invited you out for drinks with them after the show which you of course agreed to. The night was filled with laughs and a good catch up until about 4am when they had to be back at the bus to go on to wherever else they were touring.

When you got back to the bus to send them on their way you gave each of them a huge hug. You hugged your Cookie first and he gave you the biggest hug.

“You guys were amazing tonight. I’m gutted I didn’t get the time off to follow you down to London” You said as you hugged Jamie goodbye.

Once you let go, Nick took your attention up. “Well you’ll have to spend more time with us another time” Nick said before hugging you from behind and picking you up off the ground.

You squealed laughing as he span you around. Your mind already dizzy from the alcohol, meaning that this just made it worse.

Nick put you down and let you go before your mind caught up. You knew you were headed for the ground, so you reached out to the leather jacketed man in front of you.

You grabbed onto the front of his jacket to keep yourself up right and Alex’s arms immediately went around you to steady yourself.

“Steady on” Alex smirked down at you.

“Sorry Al” You giggled in your tipsy state.

“I know I’m good lookin and all but there’s no need to faint” Alex said before securing his arms tighter around you and pulling you into a big hug.

“Fuck off” You chucked, hitting him over the back of his head as your arms circle his neck.

You gave him the biggest hug and savoured the feeling of his arms tight around you. “You’ll have to come and stay with us up in LA sometime” Alex said before letting you go.

“Oh my god I’d love that. I bet you’ve got a big house haven’t yous” You said looking between Alex and Matt.

“Big’s an understatement” Jamie chuckled.

“Try a massive fuck off mansion with a pool” Nick added, and your eyes went wide.

“You have your own pools?” You asked and both Alex and Matt nodded.

“Fuck yes I’m coming. Holiday at Helders house” You said as you jumped into Matts arms.

“Yesssss” Matt grinned as he hugged you tightly.

And that was the holiday planned. The AM tour was finishing globally near the end of 2014, so the trip was decided for the summer of 2015.

You’d seen the boys at a Leeds festival in between and you and Alex had started speaking to each other even more frequently. Whilst on tour, you spoke on the phone at least twice a week as you really didn’t want to bother him but when the tour finished you spoke more often.

But there was always constant texting between the two of you.

It was March 2015 when you and Alex were on the phone to each other and you received the most amazing news.

“So Y/N/N, looks like you’ll be staying at mine instead of Helder’s this summer” Alex tells you.

“What? Why?” You asked completely confused.

“Jeez you don’t need to sound so pleased” Alex said in a sarcastic tone.

You scoffed at that and scorned him, “Shut up I’m still excited, I’m just wondering what changed?”

“Well I’ve just had some news… And what the hell Matt told me to tell you anyway…” Alex said leaving you hanging.

“Alex spit it out your scaring me. Is Matt okay?” You asked him, your voice full of concern.

“Oh yeah he’s brilliant, in-fact he’s having a baby” Alex told you.

You gasped, “You’re joking?”

“Nope it’s due in October” Alex chuckled.

“Oh my fucking god” You say getting all excited. But then the tears started forming.

“Why the fuck am I crying?” You chuckle wiping the happy tears from your eyes.

“Awh Y/N. You feeling a bit broody” Alex cooed and teased.

You wipe away a stray tear as you say, “Shut it Alex, I’m just so happy for him”

“Yeah same” Alex admitted, and you chatted about Matt and just life in general for a while.

The conversation later travelled onto the both of your love lives and you both told each other openly. Since you’d last seen him, you’d had a 5-month relationship that didn’t end on the best of terms and Alex told you about different people he’d been seeing.

He told you that after his split with Arielle back in May 2013 he just couldn’t really be bothered to find someone else and be hounded by the press again. Despite that, Alex did have a few shorter relationships with people who weren’t in the public eye.

But Alex told you he was starting to get tired of looking for people who liked him for him, and not his status.

You smiled sadly at that. “Same Al… I feel for you though. Everyone knowing who you are and watching your every move. I don’t know how you do it”

Alex let out a laugh at that. “What do you mean? We’re still going out with each other, aren’t we? Especially after the Knee Socks photo way back when” He chuckled.

“Oh yeah I forgot about that. We’re like 9 years deep now aren’t we and 3 scandals later. Both so us having serious relationships whilst still with each other” You laughed.

“Yeah that’s the one. Maybe we should just throw a curveball and do it, considering we’re both hopeless on our own” Alex suggested.

You shrugged your shoulders despite him not being able to see you. “I’d be down for that. Been trying to get someone to do that pact with me for years” You admitted.

“What pact?” Alex asked and you could hear the curiosity in his voice.

“You know the one that if your both single at thirty, you get together and eventually get married and all that jazz” You explain to him in brief terms.

“I mean yeah let’s do it” Alex says and you’re pleasantly surprised. He continues on, “I could see you over here making me my dinner every night”

“What makes you think I’d come over there and I wouldn’t make you come back home” You tease.

“The fact that we both hate the rain at home and it’s always warm and sunny here. And you know... the fact that I’ve got a pool” Alex argues, and you smile. He knew you too well.

“Good point, well-made Turner” You chuckle. “Yours it is. But you can fuck off if you think I’m making the food every night” You laugh.

“Fine I’ll make it Monday to Wednesday, and you can do Thursday to Sunday” Alex purposes and you smile.

“Fine by me, because Saturday is takeout night and I can make a mean Sunday Roast” You chuckle.

Alex chuckles too, “I’m liking the sound of this already” and you giggle.

“I love how we’re planning this already” You admit.

Alex agreed with a laugh, “Same”

“So, you up for it then? If we’re not with anyone when I turn thirty, we just fuck it and get with each other” You purpose.

You only said when you turn 30 because you knew Alex was older than you. You’d allow him a bit more time to escape a future with you, despite you craving one with him.

“I’m in” Alex confirmed down the phone and you smiled.

“We’re so funny” You giggle.

“We are”

“Ah well at least I know you can take care of me Al… You can sing me to sleep” You smile.

Alex chuckled at that. “I thought you were going to make a joke about money but if all you want me to do is sing to you Y/N/N, that should be easy”

“I’m offended you think I’d be with you for the money” You scoff. “I remember letting you have twenty quid back in the day because you wanted a takeout and I never saw any change. Don’t even think you gave me a chip”

“Well I’ll make it up to you. I’ll buy you a takeout when you come over” Alex says, and you giggle.

“Thanks Al” you chuckle. “Do you want me to bring my knee socks with me too? Get you excited for me being your wife in a years time” You tease.

“Please do. God I’ll pay for you to fly out today if you bring yourself in some knee socks” Alex teases.

You let out a loud laugh at that. “You know I’ve got meetings all this week. You can’t be tempting me with offers like that”

“I just want you out here sooner rather than later Y/N/N” Alex tells you and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You chuckle and say, “I’ll be out there before you know it. In my knee socks. I promise”

~*~*~*~

And because you think your hilarious, you actually do get on the plane to LA in knee socks.

You got on the plane in some plain black knee socks with your black and white converse on. You also wore dark blue denim shorts because you knew it would be really warm over there.

On your top half, you wore a black and white stripped baggy top that you knew you wouldn’t get too warm in and you wore a black and green flannel top open as a jacket over the top. You would more than likely remove it when you got off the plane and tie it round your waist.

Your flight took off early afternoon in the UK and you knew the time difference would be a problem so you deprived yourself of sleep the night before so you could sleep on the plane. You were hoping to get your body into gear for LA’s time zone.

And you were thankful that you did before you spent all but 2 hours of the 14-hour flight sleeping. Which was over double what you usually slept each night. When you got to LAX the time was 7pm and you couldn’t wait to see Alex and Matt.

Alex was going to be picking you up from the airport thankfully, so you didn’t have to get a taxi to his house that you had no idea if it was right or wrong. As soon as you stepped foot off the plane the heat hit you and you immediately took your flannel shirt off and tied it around your waist.

You texted Alex saying you landed and that you were headed to boarder control. You got a text back saying that he would be ready and waiting for you which made you smile.

When you got your suitcase, you made your way out to where everyone was being greeted by people. You looked around the impressive airport in hopes to find one of your closest friends.

And he wasn’t difficult to spot in the busy airport. In fact, he stood out like a sore thumb.

Your man was wearing a white top with his leather jacket over the top with blue skinny jeans. He also had on some boots that you had no doubt costed a bomb and he wore those iconic Aviators.

His hair was jelled up like it was the 50s and if you weren’t so excited to see him you would have probably admired him for longer. He looked gorgeous but you just wanted your old friend back in your arms.

When you saw him, you started jogging over to him and you saw the smile on his face as you made your way over. Alex knew how excited you were, and he was actually surprised you weren’t fully running his way.

The real surprise came when you reached him and jumped into his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck.

The speed at which you came at Alex threw him a little which almost caused him to lose his balance. So, to save the both of you his arms went around you to keep you upright and against him and once steady he gave you the biggest hug.

“Hey” You greeted him in an ecstatic voice that rang down his ear.

“Hey Y/N/N” Alex said into your ear in an equally happy tone and he hugged you the tiniest bit tighter. He’s missed you so much.

You stayed in his arms for a minute longer as you pulled back a bit to see his face. You smiled when you saw his glasses were slightly wonky because of your greeting and you corrected them for him before placing your hands back on his shoulders.

“I love the glasses” You smirked at him, knowing he would get your little joke.

You made jokes on the phone about him probably wearing them to bed, because he wore them inside all the time. You’d seen his interviews so you knew he couldn’t escape the truth of your statements.

You felt Alex’s grip on you move to underneath your legs to keep you up, but you smiled when his finger quickly ran over the top of your socks.

“I like these” Alex smiled at you and you giggled.

“I thought you might” You smiled at him before returning back down to the ground again.

You grabbed your suitcase that you had previously abandoned and started following Alex to wherever you needed to go. You were clueless.

You had no idea where you were headed. Even after you dealt with leaving the airport, you had no idea where Alex’s house was or what it looked like, but he assured you it was nice.

You followed Alex through the busy airport and you both made small talk as you made your way to the car park. He took your suitcase from you as you got to the carpark and you thanked him as he pulled it towards the black Range Rover that you assumed to be his car.

“This one yours?” You asked him smiling.

“Yep” Alex confirmed, and you chuckled.

“I remember you always wanting one of these” You smile as you watch him unlock the car and open the huge boot.

Alex smiles at you. “Well you know me. Creature of habit” He said as he lifted your case into the boot like there was nothing in it. He’d definitely been going to the gym. The Alex you once knew complained about PE but he’d just made that fucking heavy suitcase look like it was empty.

“You brought everything you own?” Alex asks you as he shuts the boot.

“No” You pout as you walk around to the door and Alex follows you. “I left the settee at home” You joke and Alex laughs.

You look to the car door your about to open and get into but then realise you’re in America.

“Fuck” You say, and Alex laughs again as you make your way around to the other side of the car.

“You sure you don’t wanna drive?” Alex teases you.

You smile but flip him your middle finger and he grins as you get into the car next to him. You look around the expensive car and your staggered by how much room there is.

“This is amazing” You say looking at everything and running your fingers over all the buttons near the door handle.

“Sick innit?” Alex smiles looking at you getting all excited before he connects his phone to the car and immediately The Strokes start playing.

You aren’t shocked at all by this and smile. “Glad to see you’re still you Al” You smile as Alex starts to pull out of the parking space.

On the drive Alex asks you all sorts of things like what your flight was like and he wanted to know everything from back home. You of course tell him, but you’ve got questions of your own for him.

You ask about the rumours about him and Miles because you just can’t help yourself despite knowing they weren’t true.

“No, you bitch, you’re causing more shit because your sending tweets out saying we’re cute all the time” Alex scorns you but his smile shows that he’s not actually bothered.

“It’s not my fault you’re horrendously cute and close with each other. I ship it Alex, I would’ve been happy if it was all true” You tell him honestly.

“Well it’s not so you can chill about the whole Milex thing or whatever you called us” He chuckled as he drove.

“Okay okay” You laugh but after a minute you realise something.

“Wait how did you know I tweeted about you? You don’t have twitter” You asked him with furrowed eyebrows.

Alex laughs at that before saying, “You really think I don’t have twitter Y/N? That’s adorable”

“Oh my god, what’s your handle? Let me follow you right now” You say getting your phone out of your pocket.

“Nope” He shakes his head. “It’s a secret one for a reason. Don’t want anyone finding me on it and I know what your like. You tag Matt in everything” Alex says, and you gasp.

“Wow. And I thought we were friends” You shake your head with a laugh.

“We are. But you don’t need my Twitter or my Instagram to be my friend” Alex says but you just gasp.

“You’ve got Instagram too?!”

After the shocking revelations wore off and him not telling you anything, you were finally excited to see where he lived. When you were about 5 minutes away Alex told you and you got yourself all excited.

He’d been keeping it a secret from you for months so you could experience the excitement when you got here. He already knew you would love it, but he knew you were going to be completely shocked.

Alex always was himself when he came back. He had to remind himself that it was all real and that it was actually his.

“You ready?” Alex asked you as he turned a corner and he had to stop at a barrier, and he said ‘Hey’ to the guy in the booth.

You were so confused but the guy let the barrier up and you were once again driving down the road.

“Do you live in an army base or something?” You asked him.

Alex immediately laughed and shook his head, “I believe they call it a gated community”

“Fucking hell Alex how big’s your fucking house if you have guards for all the houses here?” You asked.

“You’ll see” Alex chuckled, and you looked at the houses you passed as you moved further down the road.

“This one coming up is Miles’” Alex points in front of you and you look around and your completely shocked.

It was huge and that was an understatement. It looked like a 5-bedroom house at least and as far as you were aware Miles didn’t have a girlfriend or anything, so it was baffling that he had a house that big all to himself.

But you shouldn’t have been so shocked because when Alex pulled up outside his own house a few minutes later, your jaw was on the ground.

Alex stopped the car in front of the house so you could still see it and you were in complete awe. It looked like the houses that you saw in films where all the mega rich people lived.

It was mind-blowing to you that your Alex Turner, from high school, lived in a house like this. But if you could afford it, you definitely would be living in this sort of lifestyle too.

You honestly couldn’t believe he lived in a house like this all alone. It was stunning.

You could see that the house was one of a modern style. The different stories of the house could clearly be seen from the entrance and it looked like it was at least 3 stories high and it seemed to have loads of balconies. Everywhere you looked there was something new and something that you wanted to explore.

“Fucking hell” You said breathlessly.

Alex chuckled looking at you. You looked like he must have looked when he first saw it. Jaw agape and in complete shock.

“Do you actually live here?” You turned your head to look at him with wide eyes.

Alex laughs and nods at you and you slap his arm. “And you haven’t invited me over before?! Alex I could live here and never see you it’s that big!” You say and Alex nods.

“I told you that you could come whenever you wanted” He reminds you.

“I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I didn’t know you lived in a modern castle. I can’t believe you didn’t show me this place” You said as your eyes were still fixed on the huge house.

“Do you wanna have a look around?” Alex asks grinning at you and you nod very enthusiastically.

“Right let me put the car away first and then I’ll give you the grand tour” Alex says as he grabs the fob that opens one of three garage doors.

When he drives into the garage though you’re once again shook. He has a convertible white Audi in there and a fancy looking red sports car. 3 more cars could easily fit into the room though.

Your jaw is once again on the ground as you ask, “Are these both yours too?”

Alex nods to you and you very cheekily ask, “How much money do you actually have?”

“Too much” Alex tells you before you both get out of the car.

You are still astounded by the other cars and looking around the garage whilst Alex gets your turquoise suitcase out of the boot for you. You walked to meet Alex at the back of the car and grabbed your case from him.

“I’ll get it” He insists but you shake your head.

“Nah it’s okay I’ll feel like I’m going into the Love Island villa” You laugh.

“You been watching it?” Alex asks you and you nod.

“Yeah have you?” You question, very intrigued by his answer.

“Course. Do you not remember watching it years ago? We were all at yours watching it. That’s when I got my Lacoste top back” Alex recalls.

“Still fuming you wanted it back” You laugh. “But I got a banging tune out of it so I can’t really complain”

“Right come on. We will go in the front way so you can get the full experience” Alex smiles before pressing a button on the garage wall and the door starts to slowly close.

You both walk up to the door and Alex gets his key out and opens the door for you. He allows you to walk in first and the whole place astounds you. As he shows you around your flabbergasted by everything you see.

It was all modern and open plan with really nice furniture, and everything was mesmerising. There were so many things he showed you and each room that you went in left you in awe.

It turns out it was a 6-bedroom house with 4 different floors. In the basement was a cinema room that could easily fit about 20 people on the huge but comfortable sofas in there. In the basement Alex also showed you a room where he kept most of his guitars.

He had explained that it had originally been a huge wine cellar, but he would have never filled it so to make a better use of the space he had the room converted. In there was at least 30 guitars in there which were all stunning to look at and you definitely wanted to play a few of them whilst you were here.

On the ground floor were all the usual things, except they weren’t usual, they were huge. The kitchen was massive and had two of everything. You saw no need for Alex to have 2 fridges, 2 freezers, and 2 ovens when he lived on his own.

Through an archway the kitchen led to the lounge and dining area, which was all open plan. The lounge had 2 three-seater settees which were at a right angle towards each other. They both looked towards the 60-inch Smart TV which was just as lovely as the rest of the place.

The other side of the sofas was a pretty big dining table with an abundance of chairs around it. It looked like something you could have a massive dinner party at, but you were more about eating in comfort, so you usually ate your tea on the settee.

The wall of the entire back of the house was sliding glass doors which showed off a beautiful view of LA and a massive pool. When Alex took you outside you were actually astounded.

The pool was amazing and even though it wasn’t really dark yet, you could see the lights were already illuminating the water. Around the pool was a really nice stone patio with a few sun loungers on either side of the pool. There was some really expensive looking garden furniture on the patio too.

There was a really nice BBQ area and Alex also pointed out to you what land was his. The whole thing shocked you. So much of it was his.

The garden was huge, and it was beautiful. Everything looked so fresh and the pool looked really modern. The view of LA from the house was also incredible.

Alex showed you the other rooms that filled out the ground floor. There was a laundry room that was probably the size of your bedroom back home and a downstairs toilet too. Other smaller rooms filled out the floor too and you were just shocked by how beautiful everything was.

Just in-between the lounge and the dining table were some sleek marble stairs which led upstairs to the second floor. Up there were all the bedrooms and a few bathrooms. Alex showed you his room and you loved it.

It was very him. He had loads of vinyl and books on shelves, a record player and a few guitars lay around. There was also a desk in there, and he had a king-sized bed which had really nice navy blue covers on.

But he then showed you his en-suite and you were once again shocked. The shower was fucking huge and so was the bath. The bath could probably fit 3 or 4 people in it if you tried hard enough.

You said that you weren’t staying on the whole other side of the house to him, so you put your suitcase in the room down the hall from his. You didn’t have an en-suite, but you had a bathroom just across the hall.

Alex then showed you the third floor which was just as impressive as the rest of the house. The third floor was split into 3 different sections. The largest was the music room which was to be expected. In there was everything any musician could possibly want.

There were a few more guitars that you recognised from the various times you’d see him on stage. There was a drum kit, a few bases, some recording equipment and a lovely black grand piano.

You had to sit down and play a quick tune on it. You loved playing the piano and you always had. Ever since you were taught how to play in high school you carried on teaching yourself after school too and you were pretty good.

One of the other sections was a home gym which you of course knew Alex now loved doing. Almost every time you spoke to him on the phone, you’d interrupted his gym session or even stopped him from doing it.

One wall was purely glass which had a stunning view of LA and you could see the lights of the city sparkling in the distance as the light faded. You didn’t particularly like going to gyms back home because you didn’t like to exercise in front of a load of people but with a view like that you could easily see yourself getting lost in your work out.

The final room Alex showed you was his office. You thought it was more of a library really though because of one of the walls was entirely a bookshelf.

The whole house was stunning, and you felt the need to lie down after it was all done. However, Alex kept you busy.

“Your surprise is downstairs” Alex informed you as he put his phone away.

“My surprise?” You questioned with a smile.

“Yep just for you” Alex told you and he led you back down to the ground floor.

As you came down the stairs into the lounge and dining area, you saw someone else you’d not seen for a very long time.

You hurried past Alex and jumped into the arms of another one of your long-lost best friends.

“Matt” You said throwing your arms around his neck.

“Hey Y/N” You could practically hear him smile as you both started swaying into the hug because you didn’t want to let each other go.

You then thought about his baby and started to tear up because you were a complete softie. “I’m so happy for you Matt” You said trying not to fully cry.

“Awh thank you Y/N/N” Matt said understanding what you were talking about.

You squeezed him tighter and said, “I’ve missed you so much as well”

“I’ve missed you too” He chuckled.

“I’m so happy for you both though. What date is Breana due?” You asked.

He told you the date and you hugged him even tighter. “Y/N are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m just so happy for you” You said before letting him go.

“You’re gunna be a daddy” You said almost crying.

“I know” Matt chuckled putting his hands on your shoulders making sure you were okay.

“Are you excited?” You asked.

Matt nodded, “Yeah, and scared and nervous but I’m so excited”

“Good you should be. I’m a little bit jealous of you I won’t lie” You told him honestly.

“You want a baby?” He asked you. It’s not something you’d ever really chatted about before, but he was intrigued and so was Alex who was listening in.

“More than anything in the world, why do you think you’ve got me crying?” You said wiping yours tears away.

“Awh Y/N/N” Matt cooed you and hugged you again. “I didn’t know you wanted kids that much”

You got your emotions under control again and told him, “Yeah I really do. That’s why I get morbidly depressed after every breakup because the chance of kids gets further away”

“Aw don’t worry. Everything will sort itself out. You know I didn’t know Bre until all the videos and look at where we are now” Matt recalled, and you nodded as you let go of him.

“Yeah that’s true. I’m still so happy for you both though” Hopefully life would sort itself out for you.

Matt was about to say something to you until the sound of a phone loudly rang and took up his attention.

He pulled the phone out of his pocket and says, “Speaking of” and he shows you Breana’s caller ID on his phone.

“I’ll be 5 minutes” He informs you and you nod before you turn around and see that Alex is sat down on the settee that’s facing the wall of windows.

He’s sat with one arm across the back of the sofa and you take a seat about a foot away from him. You sit so you are looking towards him and you start asking him questions about the house that he happily answers.

You were asking him really boring things and he told you the equally boring answers that were interesting to you. He told you things like he had cleaners come in every 2 weeks to clean the place because he still couldn’t stand doing housework. He washed his clothes and cooked and that was about it.

But Alex moved the conversation back onto you.

“Your hair’s so long now” Alex noticed as he picked up a strand that lay near his hand and twirled it round his finger.

You smiled at his action and nodded, “Yeah I thought I’d grow it out. I just kept on looking at our old school pictures and I was like I want my hair like that again”

“It looks good. Suits you” Alex complimented with a smile before letting your strand of hair fall back over your shoulder and onto your chest.

“Are you saying I didn’t suit my short hair Al?” You teased.

“What? No, it looked great. All I’m saying is-“ Alex started stumbling over his words.

You giggled to yourself but quickly saved him, “Alex, chill out I’m just joking. Thank you”

“It’s alright” He said calming himself down a bit.

You smiled and asked him, “You know what I miss though?”

He looked to you and raised his head slightly waiting for you to tell him.

“I miss your long hair” You almost pouted at the thought of your friend with his long, wild hair. The fringe really was something back in its day.

Alex let out a laugh at your comment and you smiled at him.

“It’s never going back like that. It was awful” He shook his head at you before running his other hand that wasn’t resting on the sofa through his hair.

“Aw no it wasn’t. It was dead cute” You giggled.

“I do like what you’ve got going on now though” You carried on to tell him.

“Very Clark Kent” You smirked trying not to laugh as you reached up to twirl the small curl that hung over his forehead.

“Fuck off” Alex smiled pulling his head back and pushing your hand away.

You thought you’d annoy him further like you used to. You got on your knees on the sofa quickly leaning closer to him and both of your hands found his perfect hair and you hastily messed it up.

“You bitch” You heard Alex say in an annoyed tone but when you looked down you could see the smile on his face.

When you looked at him though Alex made the most of you temporarily being distracted and he grabbed your wrists and pulled them down from his head.

You grinned at each other, you waiting to see how he was going to retaliate. After a second of stillness Alex brought both of your wrists into one of his hands and with his other, he aimed for your hair.

You hastily pulled yourself backward trying to return to your seat on his large sofa, but he was having none of it. The now messy haired man pulled your wrists towards him and you almost fell against his chest with a small yelp escaping your lips.

His fingers ran through the roots of your hair and messed it up completely dragging it over your face, almost like he was trying to suffocate you with it. When he stopped, you laughed and shook your head trying to pull free from him, but it proved difficult with his tight grip on your wrists.

“Alex” You screeched giggling and his laugh could be heard too.

You blew the hair out of your face and shook your head as you lent back away from his free hand. You managed to get your hair to part again and you could finally see and breathe.

“You’re annoying” You chuckled at him.

Alex laughed “Now you know how annoying you’ve been for fifteen years”

“Fuck you” You said pushing against his chest, but he just laughed at you.

“You can if you want” He smirked in a playful way that you were now only used to down the phone.

“I would but I don’t know how I feel about this newfound kink of yours of holding people down. And besides Matt’s in the other room” You joke with a grin.

“Well we’ll have to wait until he goes home then won’t we” Alex returned with a playful smile tugging you slightly closer.

“Alex” You squeaked with wide eyes.

You never expected him to be this forward with you in real life. You fucking loved it though.

“What? You’re the one that’s all sexual with me on the phone” He chuckled and pushed your bound hands against his chest.

“Fame has changed you Turner” You smile shaking your head slightly at him. You hadn’t flirted with him like this in real life since like 2006.

“You haven’t changed a bit” Alex smiled and once you smiled back at him, he released your wrists from his grasp.

“Jesus you dug my watch into my skin” You said before you eased your watch up your wrist a bit more.

“Look I’ve got a red mark now” You said showing him the skin that had been pressed down underneath your watch. It was quite funny because a circle had been pressed into your skin and its outline was pretty clear.

Alex took your wrist again, you thought to inspect the damage, but he said, “What’s this?” He traced the small black line that ran the whole was around your wrist.

“One of my tattoos and your gunna shoot me for it” You tell him before taking your watch off.

You rubbed the slightly red skin and then showed him the inside of your wrist which was the main part of the tattoo. You’d gotten the AM that came up at the end of the Do I Wanna Know video tattooed onto your wrist about 3 months ago.

You’d saw someone else do it online and loved it, but you decided to make the line go all the way around your wrist which sort of made it look like a bracelet. You got it because AM was your favourite album and the boys were a huge part of your life and you never wanted to forget that.

Alex took hold of your wrist again and gasped, “You didn’t”

You giggled and said, “I did”

“Why?” Alex chuckled shaking his head as he traced the AM line on your wrist.

His actions tickled slightly as you said “Well it’s my favourite album and your music means a lot to me. And I’ve wanted one for a while and this one was perfect”

“You’re crazy” Alex smiled as he carried on inspecting your wrist.

You laughed at that and shook your head, “Do you like it?”

“Yeah it’s lovely I just can’t believe you’ve done it” Alex told you smiling looking back to you.

“Well you make really good music and you’re my favourite band, so a little fan dedication can’t hurt” You added to try and validate your actions.

“It’s on your wrist I bet it hurt” Alex smiles your wrist still in his.

You laughed at that and nodded, “Tickled a little but it was worth it”

You then added, “Now I can be reminded of you all the time Al”

“Don’t know whether to say lucky or unlucky you” Alex chuckled looking back down at your wrist. Still tracing the line.

You smile, “Definitely lucky. My best friends aren’t too far away now”

“That’s a cute thought” Alex chuckled.

“I am cute. What can I say?” You joke and Alex laughs just as Matt comes back in and smiles when he makes eye contact with you again.

As Matt walks back over to you, Alex asks him, “Have you seen what she’s done?”

“What’ve you done now?” Matt chuckles looking towards you before you show him your wrist.

He looks from your wrist back up to you and says, “You didn’t”

“I did” You chuckle.

Matt laughs and shakes his head before saying “You’re an idiot” as he sits himself down on the other sofa.

“No, I’m not, I just like your music Matthew” You whine with a smile.

“We know you like our music; you didn’t need to get a tattoo of it” He tells you shaking his head at you.

“Oh, sorry Dad” You chuckle. “Getting into the role already I see”

At that Alex burst out laughing and Matt shot you both his middle finger.

You spend the next hour chatting away and you make them fill you in on everything. You loved a bit of gossip and the fact that theirs sometimes included other famous people was something you lived for.

Alex had kept you up to date on most things over the years on your various phone calls, but nothing beat a good face to face catch up. You’d really missed the boys you’d grown up with and you were beyond happy you could spend more time with them whilst you were over.

And you ended up having a great evening with them to. A perfect way to start off a holiday you’d never forget.

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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“Did you just hit me? With a pillow? Oh. It’s on now.” for Sam and Bucky aka the weiner club

Sam has seen some questions floating around on the internet about the worst thing that came out of World War II. He has a lot of answers.

But he thinks he has the final answer as to the worst thing that came out of World War II:

James Buchanan Barnes.

What a dumbass.

For one thing, absolutely wrecked his credit score when he ripped his steering wheel right out of his car. It was a new car too, just gotten and Sam had gotten a fancy car-freshener, not one of the trees that was labeled Black Ice. You know, the scent that every guy-in-his-twenties had. No, he was getting fancy in life. Upgrading, as it were.

And then this absolute goddamn travesty of a human being with a metal arm that was more indestructible than that one spoon that keeps getting stuck in the garbage disposal and somehow makes it out.

Steve brings him back. And now Bucky--which is a very stupid name--is currently stealing all of Sam’s fancy oatmeal and he knows he’s doing it.

Bucky is having a lot of fun at Sam’s expense, and Sam can’t say shit about it because Bucky goes “oh boo I’m a traumatized war veteran who had to go to Russia for like fifty years. Let me eat your oatmeal you stupid bitch” and Sam has to let him.

So Sam decides that he will just refuse to ever interact with Bucky on any level except Enemy.

Sharon tells him he’s being a tad dramatic.

“That oatmeal cost me seven dollars every week and he fucking eats it.”

“Not all of it,” Sharon says. “He’s not bad, he’s just messing with you. Steve is still treating him like he’s one of those glass figurines that Bruce collects.”

“Bruce collects glass figurines? What?”

“Yeah. I think he finds them in thrift shops and just collects them. I can’t decide if it’s an intimidation tactic for the Hulk or for Tony.”

“Tony is scared of glass figurines?”

“He’s scared of breaking stuff. Don’t ask, it involves Pepper.”

“Oh. I think it’s weird that you know him on such a personal level.”

“Why?”

“I was literally just telling you the last time I went grocery shopping and you told me, and I quote, ‘stop telling me all this personal shit I have limited memory storage in my brain’.”

“It’s because I do. I don’t give a shit about your grocery purchases unless any of it is for me.”

“Very self-centered.”

“Quite. But give Bucky a little leeway.”

“Absolutely not.”

Bucky absolutely knows what he is doing. He really and truly does. He’s been texting Maria Hill about the whole thing, who finds it absolutely hilarious.

In fact, everyone knows what he’s doing. Except for Steve, which makes it even funnier.

Steve is under the impression that Bucky has no idea that that was Sam’s oatmeal, or Sam’s favorite coffee cup.

He most definitely knows it. But Sam has funny reactions, and in all honesty, a lot of it isn’t that big a deal.

And then Sam wacks him with a pillow.

“You hit me. With a pillow.” Sam wacks him again.

“Oh, it’s on now.”

The Pillow Wars commence.

There are three rules:

1.) No headshots. Those are mean and stupid and bad.

2.) You cannot use any of the pillows that Tony or Pepper bought. Both are incredibly enamored with their own interior design and decoration choices, and will not be messed with. It took Bucky only once to learn this. He was threatened to be launched out by an arm, and it wasn’t gonna be his left.

3.) Steve and Bruce cannot know

This is mainly for humor purpose. Steve--maybe--would be fine with it. Bruce knows too much about how brains work and how maybe Bucky gets hit with a pillow and Something Bad happens.

So begins the Secret War.

Sam ditches an official interview to sneak on a plane and absolutely wreck Bucky with pillows.

Bucky stealth attacks from ceilings.

The most entertaining is when other people are in the room and the AI Friday informs of “Dr. Banner’s” or “Captain Rogers’s” imminent arrival.

“Hey Steve-o,” Bucky says, just casually draping his arm over Sam’s shoulders. (And potentially maybe holding him quite tightly so as to not have him escape. He’s made the mistake before.) “What’s going on in the world with you?”

“Nat and I are going to practice parkour,” Steve says. “You guys have gotten...closer?”

“Yeah,” Sam says, grinning. “Best buds, us two. Peas in a pod.”

“Or more,” Steve teases. “I’m right, right? The hugs, the way that Sam was on top of you earlier, Buck...my two friends dating?”

They freeze.

They can’t tell him no, because then Steve is going to know that they’ve been fighting.

“Yes,” Bucky answers. “Sam asked me out a couple weeks ago. We’ve been trying to take it slow, but you know how modern men are. Too quick for their own damn good.”

Sam wants to fucking murder him.

Because this? Exactly what he wanted to avoid.

“I hate you.”

“Love you too. Baby.”

“Oh, ‘baby’? That’s the one you’re going with? Listen you fucking asshole--”

“Nope! Sorry!”

This leads to dating. And even more lying.

Because Sam has to keep it up and pretend like he’s been sharing his oatmeal. They have to go out on actual dates because Steve “checks in” on his runs that he takes (he takes multiple because he’s insane) and they have to be in love.

It is disgusting.

Bucky has had to use hard-earned money to get Sam stupid shit like flowers and “just thinking of you” gifts and a birthday present. He had to spend money on a nice shirt and a cute plant that Sam will like.

This is what changes things, by the way.

Bucky was not supposed to be thinking about how Sam has been wanting a peppermint plant for a while, but he won’t fucking shut up about it and he won’t stop telling Bucky about all the cute pots that he wants to put it in and Bucky was not supposed to go to the nursery and go get it.

But he did. Because Sam wouldn’t shut up and Bucky wasn’t gonna be a basic bitchy boyfriend and get him flowers and a dinner. That is for losers. Which Bucky most certainly is not.

Sam is surprised that Bucky is listening.

And then they realize that it’s not exactly that they’re mad that they’re dating. In fact, Sam kind of likes having a special someone to go to breakfast with, even if Bucky kind of hates the diner he keeps choosing.

(To be fair their muffins are dry but also to be fair Bucky will simply not order an omelette, which is their best option.)

Maybe Bucky likes remembering fun little facts about Sam, like how he hates red petunias because his old neighbor always had them everywhere, or how he secretly thought that Captain America was literally just a media project meant to consider how well propaganda worked on the American people.

(If Bucky hadn’t remembered that Steve was literally just That Stupid, he probably would’ve agreed with that theory.)

So now they have Stupid Feelings. This Sucks.

Also? Sharon is laughing at Sam, because she’s a terrible gay best friend.

“You’re gay too, so that makes us just friends. Cancels all that shit out. But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re stupid and didn’t recognize that you liked him. It literally took Steve assuming you were a couple to get this whole thing rolling.”

“Wait, so you knew? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Sam I’m sorry you have to hear it from me, but I had a hell of a lot more faith in you than I should have. Is that a sin? That should be a sin.”

“I will literally write you out of my will just watch me.”

“Who else is going to take your ugly paintings, Sam? Who? Steve? He went to art school for a year. He knows quality.”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, just like you hate Bucky,” Sharon says, laughing. “Have fun with that, by the way. Hope you confess your feelings soon!”

Sam is not having fun with this. No, not at all.

It’s mostly because Bucky is still stealing his oatmeal and they’re in Public and he can’t confess his feelings. It’s just not convenient. Also Bucky is having a lot of conversation with a certain guy that Tony knows in one way or another, and they’ve hit it off.

Steve is looking at Bucky.

“Huh, he seems to like that guy a lot, they’ve been talking for a while. You know him, Sam?”

“No,” Sam says. “But I’m sure everything is fine.”

(Well everything is probably fine on Bucky’s end. Sam is trying Very Hard to not be jealous at all. People talk all the time. He’s talking to Steve right now. It doesn’t mean he’s going to do anything to Steve.)

(It’s not working, if you wanted clarification. The whole “I’m not actually jealous” thought.)

He hits Bucky with another pillow.

“What the hell?” Bucky mutters, flicking on the light.

“Come to bed, asshole.”

“I hate you,” Bucky grumbles, shrugging off his tuxedo jacket. “Let me get into my pajamas first before you start a pillow war.”

“Surprised you came home at all. Thought you and that guy were getting awfully cozy.”

“Ain’t my type,” Bucky answers, “and his wife wasn’t my type either.”

“Then who is?”

Bucky looks at him.

“You seriously wanna know?”

“If you’ll answer, yeah.”

“Sam, my type is someone who is an absolute asshole who I hate a lot.”

Sam blinks.

“You wanna know what my type is, Barnes?”

“Who?”

“Someone who keeps stealing my fucking oatmeal.”

Bucky stops and pauses. Then starts shaking with laughter.

“We really are the worst, aren’t we?”

“In a sense, yeah. We have an early breakfast tomorrow with Maria and Pepper, by the way. So come to bed.”

“Yes, dear.”

Doesn’t matter if it’s said sarcastically. Sam still likes it.

There’s a part to this story you should know:

Steve’s absolutely not stupid about this certain situation. He knew Bucky was a little shit who kept stealing oatmeal. He also knew that Sam liked him, even if he didn’t recognize it himself.

By him insinuating that he thought they were dating, he knew they would never crush his dreams. He’s secretly a manipulative genius like that.

(It also helps that Maria owes him about a thousand dollars or five favors, give or take a couple.)

#surprise surprise sam and bucky are too busy acting like assholes to realize they like each other #steve rogers #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sharon carter #maria hill #lovelyirony writes #anyways sam is cool

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okaybutlikeimagine · 4 years

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Hi first of I spend last night reading through so many of your asks they’re AMAZING. It got me thinking about Billy’s first birthday at the cabin. I feel like he wouldn’t tell anyone about his birthday because they were never a big deal for him and they’d discover it was his birthday a few weeks later and they’d feel really bad about it. So they pick a day in the next week and treat it like his birthday as a surprise and Billy is completely overwhelmed by the all love. Thoughts?

First off: you’re so damn sweet, @kingsandsaints, goodness me thanks hun ♥ (also this was so long ago but I legit started writing this right after you asked it god i’m so sorry it’s taken this long to finish)

Second OHMYGOD i love this idea so much!!!

Okay, legit the only person who knows the exact day of Billy’s birthday is Max. Like, not even Steve knows.

Billy just never talks about it. And I mean never. For as much of a ham as this boy is, he doesn’t actually like all that much attention from most people. Especially the people at school. He’s so sick of them- he’s so sick of everyone hanging off of him and touching him like he’s there to be touched. Like he’s there as their toy to play with. Like he’s there for their entertainment.

He gets so fed up.

Bc Billy is no open book. He’s real good at keeping his emotions pushed down and hidden away. He’s a private person and he’s very adamant about that because, as far as he’s concerned, no one needs to know any of his business. And his birthday is very much his business. It’s his day, his life, his choice on whether he wants to tell people and his choice is… nope.

He debated telling Steve this year just to hold it over his head bc Steve was being a bitch and Billy just wanted to hang out and smoke and suck the boy’s dick or something. But he decided against it. bc if he tells one person, he runs the risk of way more people knowing and then they fuss and they coddle and they pay way too much attention to him and he doesn’t need that.

So his birthday comes and goes and no one is the wiser. Hop picks a small fight with him that morning about drinking out of the milk carton, El accidentally scuffs a pair of his favorite boots as she was stomping around the house, and he got a C on his math test even though he finally felt fucking good about it. His teacher gives him so much attitude and he wants to pull someone’s teeth out.

But it’s a normal day. And he’d rather take the comfort of a normal day over the extravagance of some day people decide they’re obligated to be ‘nice’ to him. He doesn’t need that shit. He doesn’t need fake pity or kindness.

But, y’know… he still goes out with Max.

Bc she’d be pissed if he didn’t at least see her on his birthday. She’s gotten bratty about it. When his birthday comes around she likes to cross her arms and scowl and pout and stand in his way until he gives in and drives them down to the nearest ice cream place so she can buy him an ice cream cone or something. It’s really stupid. He thinks it’s stupid. No he doesn’t smile at all on their little adventure, thank you. And if his chest feels warm when she hands the ice cream over with that smug look on her face that Billy can’t help but think she learned from him… well he’d never ever admit to it.

This year is no different. After school he forgoes hanging out with Steve or heading home to cart El around to wherever she wants to go in favor of driving Max to the nearest ice cream place, which happens to be the next town over.

They’re bantering and bickering with each other, Max asking if she’s still the only one he keeps in his life who knows about his birthday.

“Yup.” He says, fixing the cuffs on his jean jacket. She rolls her eyes.

“Seriously? It’s still a secret?”

“Yeah, and you better keep it, you brat.

“Shut up, what flavor do you want?”

He puts his hands on his hips. “You know what I always get, Roc-”

“Yeah, yeah.” She turns to the person at the counter. “One… two scoops of Rocky Road please.”

Billy eyes her suspiciously.

“In a dipped cone.”

“Alright, what’d you do.” Billy asks, fixing the cuff on his other sleeve.

“Nothing.” Max sounds tired.

“… you break one of my records?”

“No!”

“Scratch my car?”

“Oh my god, no.” She’s rolling her eyes.

He gets down to her level, eyeing her curiously, lifting an eyebrow and then the other before asking:

“You kill someone?”

“Shut up, Billy! Oh my god.”

He straightens out with a dark chuckle. “How am i supposed to know? You’re not exactly the generous type.”

“You’re so full of shit.” She grabs the cone and shoves it his way (as if that was easier than him getting it himself, which it definitely wasn’t) before ordering her own scoop of strawberry.

They sit and enjoy the kind of humorously comfortable silence that only they have with each other before Max breaks it.

“You need to tell someone.”

Billy hits her with a look.

“I’m serious, Billy.”

“Yeah, so am I, brat. Who gives a fuck about my birthday?”

“Well no one if you don’t tell them.”

“Exactly.” Billy stares at his cone as he takes a large lick. “Looking to keep it that way.”

Max rolls her eyes. “You’re so damn stubborn.”

And billy goes about the rest of the day and then the rest of the week, more than happy to be stubborn as fuck until…

Well until one day in the next week where everyone’s acting… strange. Really strange. All antsy and secretive around him, quiet about the way they speak to each other and giving him these weird glances that make him think he’s out of the loop. Make him know he is and this is the shit he tries to avoid. He doesn’t like the whole “not knowing” thing. He likes to be in the know.

And that’s all what makes him dread coming home that day from school. Steve said he was too busy to let him come over but wouldn’t say why (Steve is the worst liar Billy’s ever known. He wonders if he’s just a bad liar to Billy or if he’s this way with everyone) so he has nowhere to go but home. And it’s not even fear in his body, it’s just nerves because there’s something going on and he doesn’t know about it.

So he walks up to the house quietly and slowly, eyes shifting over to the window before he reaches the door to see if he can see anything but the curtains are closed.

And then he’s opening the door slowly, trying to prepare himself for whatever’s going on, probably overpreparing himself if he thinks about it too much, and-

“Surprise!”

Billy flinches.

Bc while he was definitely prepared for something, some kind of surprise, potentially for his birthday (which he wasn’t actually dreading. Not that he would admit to it), he wasn’t prepared for confetti being thrown in his face.

Billy covers his eyes, wiping the little pieces of paper off.

“Oh, honey!” comes Joyce’s voice. Billy begins rubbing at his eyes and sees a blurry vision of Joyce gently taking hold of El’s arm. “Try to avoid his face.”

Billy groans a bit. He tries to make it sound like he’s not irritated.

“What’s going on?”

“Happy Birthday, Billy!” comes a chorus of voices that sounds like Max, El, and 2 quiet Byers brothers.

Billy shakes his head, scanning the people that are there, trying his goddamn best not to let his face split into a smile because… because… well what the fuck.

Everyone’s here. El, Max, Jim, Will, Jonathan, Joyce…

And Billy is absolutely beside himself. He never quite understood that phrase until exactly this moment. He feels like he’s viewing this from a spot slightly to the left of where he is, watching himself watch in awe at these people that are… that are his, aren’t they? That went out of their way… stopped their day, honestly, just to do this. To celebrate him and his existence and this is a little ridiculous. For a second he remembers why he finds birthdays a little silly. They’re all looking at him with smiles on their faces like they’re just happy he’s here and it’s… it’s just ridiculous. Why?

He scans his surroundings in a second, though it feels like slow motion. He sees the streamers along the ceiling that were probably placed there by El (with the help of Hop), a banner in the back with ‘Happy Birthday Billy!’ written on it that was definitely painted by Will, blue balloons floating around everywhere with curly ribbons hanging off of a few of them, a couple of gift-wrapped presents on the coffee table, and then his… his family, standing right in front of him, beaming like he did something right.

He shakes his head again, the words still floating through the air.

“It’s not my birthday.” Billy says in vain, because he knows that’s not the point here. A couple of chuckles hit the air, but Billy’s still eyeing the decorations around him.

“We’re making it your birthday.” Comes Will’s voice, and Billy turns to see him smiling wide. Billy rolls his eyes, biting the inside of his bottom lip to stop the smile forming.

“You guys are-”

There’s a knock at the door behind him.

He takes a second to turn, still dealing with the slight shock flooding through his system that only deepens when he finds Steve on the other side.

Steve’s smile widens quickly.

“Happy Birthday.” He says like he’s saying ‘I love you’ and it makes Billy’s chest burn.

“I-”

“I got you something.” Steve says, pushing a (poorly) wrapped present into Billy’s chest, forcing him to take it. It’s heavy.

“You guys are ridiculous.” Billy mumbles down to the present he’s now holding close to his chest, fully aware of his face turning pink. And it only gets pinker because Steve decides to lean over and kiss Billy’s cheek and he’s gonna riot. He’s gonna fight someone for making him feel so seen.

Billy’s still standing in the doorway when Steve yells out “I brought the cake!” To the rest of the room and moves around Billy to walk into the cabin.

Billy stands there for a minute, willing his blush to go down before he closes the door and ventures into prey.

And it’s… quite the evening. Hop puts on one of Billy’s favorite records and helps Joyce make burgers and homemade french fries (that are either very crispy or very soft) for them all to eat. As they’re getting the food ready, El pulls Billy to dance with her and Will and Max as Jonathan shows Steve where to put the birthday cake and Billy is…

Billy is kind of floating in place, being pulled around by El to the beat of the music and he kind of just wants to sit. El notices Max drag Billy over to the sofa, so she grabs onto Will instead, spinning around with him.

“Happy birthday, jerk.” Max sits on the sofa.

Billy flops next to her onto the couch in response, looking at the decorations around him before absent-mindedly pulling on the ribbon of one of the balloons.

“Do you like your party?” Max asks, leaning forward to look the boy in the eye. He just kind of scoffs a bit.

“I… I dunno what to do.” Billy says, pulling the balloon down to eye level before letting it float back up and doing it all over again. It’s an oddly nervous gesture that he doesn’t feel he has very much control of. “This is so… awkward. This is why I didn’t want anyone knowing. Birthday parties are so dumb.”

“It’s just because you’ve never had one.” Max says, punching Billy’s shoulder lightly. He pulls the balloon back down again so he can bat it into Max’s face.

“Hey!” She shrieks a bit, swiping it away.

Billy notices Jonathan walk up to them then, and he looks up to find Steve has gotten swept up in the dancing.

“You good?” Jonathan asks, settling himself next to Billy to watch his brother and El spin poor Steve around like crazy. He hands Billy an opened beer bottle. “Courtesy of Hop, by the way. He said the birthday boy deserves one.”

Billy chuckles as he accepts it. “Thanks. And yeah, I guess.” he mumbles up against the lip of the bottle before taking a swig. “S’just weird.”

“Don’t like parties?” Jonathan asks with a smirk on his face.

“Not really.” Billy swats at Max’s hand as she reaches for his bottle.

“Hm… I don’t believe you.”

His grin is smarmy. Billy glares weakly at it. “I don’t. Not parties about me. What’s that thing about big parties having more privacy?”

Jonathan laughs. “Are you quoting The Great Gatsby?”

Billy shoves his shoulder into Jonthan’s. “I don’t fucking know! I guess? There’s something… different about people looking at me when I don’t really know them. It’s easier that way.” He takes a nervous swig of his beer.

“Well, if you want, we can all ignore you for the rest of the night.” Jonathan offers with a smirk, leaning back on the sofa. Billy grabs a pillow from the couch to shove into Jonathan’s face.

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious. I’d be more than happy to ignore you. Easiest birthday gift I’ll ever give.”

“You’re so nice to me, Byers.”

“I know, my generosity is endless.”

The two are near laughing with each other when Max makes a confused noise next to them.

“You guys are weird.” She says with a scrunched up look on her face. She’s going to get up to join the dancing when Joyce and Hop call everyone to dinner.

And it’s… it’s nice. The food is good and the conversation is fairly easy. Hop and Joyce ask Billy a few questions about how his day was and how he feels now that he’s 18 and how he’s a really “handsome and confident young man” (Joyce’s words) that may or may not make Billy tear up and have to hide it in his burger. He’s thankful that Jonathan notices something’s up (maybe even gives him pity, though Billy doesn’t want to think about that) and changes the subject while Steve puts a comforting and warm hand on Billy’s thigh.

The conversation shifts away from him and he’s thankful for it. They joke around and laugh and smile and then Hop’s putting on a different record as they sit Billy down to open up his presents.

And this is where he feels every bit of awkwardness, because everyone’s sitting around waiting for him to open the presents that they specifically bought for him. Waiting for his reactions to these things that are being given to him with the implication of putting a smile on his face and it’s just… the weirdest sort of pressure?

And he likes these people. They’re like… they’re his family now. So he can’t even just not care about how they feel about his reactions. He wants to make them feel good about what they gave him.

But it’s really not that hard, bc, lo and behold, these people actually know him pretty well. It’s a… weird feeling. He can’t remember the last time he got a present from someone who actually cared this much. Max hasn’t bought him a present ever bc he makes such a big deal about hating his birthday. But here he is, a little bundle of presents in front of him and he… he feels spoiled. It’s a first that’s been happening for a few months now. Every day that he gets that spoiled feeling feels like the first time bc it’s so alien. He’s not sure he’ll ever get used to it.

So he opens them up slowly. There’s a little gray box from Will, with a cool as hell charm on a chain inside. It’s a little skull, delicately painted in various metallic colors. It almost looks mosaic from the paint.

“It’s an earring.” Will explains in a nervous, bouncy kind of excitement. “I found the charm and then painted it.”

Billy’s amazed at the detail. He musses up Will’s hair with a smile and gives his thanks, taking his own earring out to put his new one in.

There’s a very poorly wrapped present leaning up against the table, labeled “From El and Max ♥”. From the shape of the crinkly, potentially used wrapping paper, Billy thinks he has an inkling of what it is. He still acts shocked when he opens it, if only just for El.

“Skateboard!”

And my lovely friend @okayshitbird helped me out w/ ideas for presents for Billy and had this WONDERFUL idea of 1. Max yearning to skate w/ Billy again bc we both agree that Billy 120% used to be a skater back in Cali before he got a car AND taught Max how to skate. And also 2. El wanting to learn to skate bc she thinks Max is so cool and i think we can ALL agree that we were ROBBED of Max and El skating w/ each other. SO.

Billy opens it up to find a skateboard. And it’s like… a nice one. It’s clearly not brand new, it’s got a little bit of use on it’s wheels and a couple scratches already, but it’s obviously close to new. The deck itself is pretty sweet, too. The pattern is neon and psychedelic looking, and it takes a couple of seconds for Billy to make out a picture of a frog with large eyes, hidden in the chaos of the pattern. It looks… familiar.

Bc @okayshitbird ALSO had the wonderful idea of El and Max maybe possibly asking Heather for help in lifting a skateboard they may or may not have seen in the Lost and Found at the pool. And Heather definitely rolled her eyes, but she thinks Billy’s kid sister is funny so she did it for them for the low low price of a package of her favorite bubblegum. She’s nothing if not kind and generous.

But Billy remembers when he had to confiscate this. He shoots a skeptical look at the girls.

“Looks kinda… familiar. Where’d ya get it?”

“Oh uh… we may have had some help-” Max begins before-

“Heather!” El cuts in.

Max covers El’s mouth. “It doesn’t really matter where we got it, does it? But it’s yours now!” Max hurriedly grabs the board and places it down under the coffee table. “Alright, next gift.”

The next gift is in a paper bag with a little bow placed on the front. Billy pulls out the gift.

“A sweater?” Billy asks, looking to Hop and Joyce, who he assumes this is from.

“You need warm clothes.” Hop says flatly.

“Fine-”

“For the love of god, please don’t rip holes in it.”

“Fine.” Billy says with more attitude this time, putting the bag down and seeing something at the bottom of it. He looks in curiously to see a $20 bill folded up neatly. (keep in mind, back in0 1985 that’s like… $50 bucks by today’s standards.)

Billy shoots Hop a knowing look and Hop gives a nod and a little smile.

“Thanks pops.” Billy says with a little smile of his own, shoving the sweater back in the bag. He feels a little weird about pulling money out in front of everyone, so he doesn’t, but he wants him to know he appreciates it.

“Yeah yeah.” Hop nods and mumbles into the lip of his beer bottle.

The last gift on the table is the one Steve shoved at Billy.

“Best for last?” Billy mumbles a snarky little thing in Steve’s direction, revelling in the embarrassed look Steve gives.

“No no, it’s nothing.” Steve says nervously.

Except obviously that’s wrong. Bc obviously Steve 1. Is very rich and 2. Spoils Billy absolutely rotten (or at least…. As much as Billy allows for). And hell- the present is HEAVY. Like…… there’s definitely something in that box.

And Billy’s honestly irritated when he opens it. Bc goddamn it Steve…

“Do you like it?” Steve is wringing his hands.

It’s a portable stereo. Like… a brand new one. An expensive one. Billy doesn’t have one- he left his old stereo back in his old house, not wanting to carry anything he didn’t need in the move. When he listens to music he either forces Jonathan to let him use his player or he listens to records on the record player out in the living room or he just… sits in his car.

“Woah.” Jonathan mumbles, leaning in a little closer from his spot on the side chair to look at it.

Billy’s heart is fluttering.

“Billy?” Steve asks, voice obviously nervous but Billy’s a little caught up bc goddamnit. He’s… he hates being spoiled but this thing is sick and then Steve’s hand is reaching out for his knee and Billy kisses Steve’s cheek quickly and knocks his shoulder into him.

“Thanks, pretty boy.”

And Steve is blushing and so is Billy and Max is smirking and Jonathan notices Joyce is about to start cooing like she always does so he decides to save Billy from the embarrassment. Someone give him that “brother of the year” award already.

“Well open it, I wanna see.”

So Billy tears into the box, taking the stereo out and shit it’s nice. All metallic blue and steel and buttons and dials and shit it’s gonna sound so nice.

They cut into the cake (Billy refuses to let them all sing happy birthday to him, even though Max and El still do, as loud as possible, as Joyce cuts everyone a slice)(Billy tries to tickle them to get them to stop, but they just dodge him) and if Billy is feeling warmth in his chest, he’ll blame it on… heartburn or something.

It’s not too long after everyone is done with their cake that Joyce yawns, claiming herself tired. Jim nods, giving Billy the biggest bear hug possible- y’know, to really embarrass him- before heading to get ready for bed. He throws in a “Happy birthday son.” for good measure as well, to which Billy, with a strained voice as he’s being squished, says “S’not my birthday.”

El attacks Billy with a hug, Max right behind her and joining in.

“Happy birthday, you idiot.” Max mumbles. Billy pulls at her hair. Max swats at his arm before getting dragged off to El’s room to probably listen to music or read comic books or something before they crash for the night.

Billy’s the one who initiates a hug from Will, bc the sweet boy, bless him, is standing there so awkwardly, feet moving nervously with each other, mumbling a quiet “Happy birthday, Billy.” Billy doesn’t let that slide though, grabbing roughly onto his shoulder and pulling him into a tight hug, giving a gruff “Thanks, pipsqueak.” bc Billy doesn’t even try to hide it: Will is his favorite of the kids.

Joyce is still moving around the kitchen, putting plates away and refusing help from Steve, moving even after the plates are all put away, wiping at the counter like it needs to be cleaned even though it doesn’t, when Billy catches Jonathan’s eye.

Jonathan brings a hand up to his mouth, pretending to bite at his nail before his fingers move to look like he’s smoking. Billy nods, and Jonathan gives a little smile, turning to Steve and nodding at him. Steve, however, is oblivious. Bc Steve doesn’t know their weird little ~signals~ they give each other bc Billy and Jonathan always seem to be talking in some kind of code. They’re so weird w/ each other. No one understands them.

So Steve is confused.

“What?”

Jonathan rolls his eyes. Smoke. Jonathan mouths, but Steve’s eyebrows furrow.

“Smo-?”

Billy grabs Steve’s hand. “Get outside, moron.” Billy mumbles, pulling him towards the back of the house, where Jonathan is already lazily walking to.

“Oh, Billy! Can I uhm…” Joyce begins, obviously nervous. “Can I talk to you?”

Billy’s nervous now, too.

By the time she’s done digging through the drawer for whatever it is she’s looking for, Jonathan and Steve are already out on the back porch. She’s holding an envelope with a ribbon tied around it.

“I uhm… I know it doesn’t really matter as much… now that you’re 18 and all. But here’s my present to you.”

Billy eyes it curiously, taking gentle hold of the envelope, untying the ribbon, opening it up.

And thanks AGAIN to @okayshitbird for the idea bc-

“It’s the adoption papers. For my side. If you want!”

She’s so nervous but Billy’s only vaguely aware now bc… Bc his heart is dropping. She wants him to be her son. Like… for real.

She’s still rambling a bit, talking about how she doesn’t wanna force him and “you don’t have to” and “I just wanted to give you the option” and-

Billy throws the papers onto the counter to hug her. Bc goddamnit this comes with a lot of emotions. too many emotions but the good outweigh the bad and he’s a little overwhelmed and-

“Thank you.”

Joyce gives a strong hug back.

“No need to thank me, honey.”

And so she sends him a warm smile and a quiet “happy birthday” before heading to bed. Billy goes to tuck the papers back into the envelope. He places them in a safe spot in one of his drawers in his room.

When he gets outside, still a little shocked, Jonathan’s finished rolling the joint and is laughing easily with Steve.

“Finally.” Steve says, pouting a bit and reaching for Billy. “Jonathan’s been ribbing me this whole time.”

Jonathan shrugs lazily. “Somebody has to.”

“I get enough from him.” Steve says, pointing to Billy. “I get all I need from him.”

There’s some kind of insinuation in it that makes Jonathan gag.

“Please stop now. He’s my brother.” Jonathan pulls a face.

Billy’s mind is a little busy. Gets even busier at the word brother. The other boys notice.

“You alright, babe?” Steve asks quietly. Billy turns to Jonathan.

“You’re… you’re actually gonna be my brother, now.”

“Huh?”

“Joyce is adopting me.”

Jonathan’s silent, eyes getting wide. “Really?”

Billy nods. Steve breathes out a bit. Everyone understands the implication. Bc they know Billy now. They know how important this is for him. They know this is big.

They’re quiet for a second.

“Damn, does this mean I have to be nice to you?” Jonathan asks before the placing the joint in his mouth and lighting it. Billy laughs.

“If you are, I’ll send you to the psych ward.”

“No need.” Jonathan says, exhaling smoke and handing the joint to Billy. “They’d send me away for being too crazy.”

“That sure?” Billy asks before he inhales.

“Once I get to talking about the monsters that abducted my brother, yeah.”

Billy and Jonathan laugh. Steve has a bit of a harder time keeping up with how the tone shifted so quickly. He’s not sure he’ll ever understand these two.

They each take a couple of puffs on the joint in silence before Jonathan jumps to life again.

“Oh, go grab your fancy new stereo and put this in.”

He tosses a cassette in Billy’s direction. Billy has to unwrap his arm from around Steve’s shoulders quickly to catch it.

“Oh shit, Motley Crue’s new album? Sweet. I didn’t know you like them?” Billy’s in awe and Steve leans in to look at the track list.

“I don’t.” Jonathan chuckles a bit. “It’s for you, genius.”

Billy looks up in confusion. Jonathan rolls his eyes.

“Happy birthday.”

“Serious?”

“What? God forbid I buy you something?” Jonathan asks, standing up a bit to accept the joint from Steve. “Just get your stereo.”

Billy chuckles back a thanks.

And so they listen to the tape. Jonathan admits he was deciding between a few (Ratt, AC/DC, or this) but picked this tape bc he doesn’t hate the song “Smokin’ In The Boys Room”. Steve admits he thinks every song sounds like the last and gets a slap on the thigh from Billy, who huffs harshly on the joint at the words. Jonathan makes eye contact w/ Steve to let him know he agrees. Then Billy decides that the heavy guitar of “Save Our Souls” is too seductive and hot not to start making out with Steve, to which Jonathan makes a gagging noise and gets up.

“Gross.” He groans, standing up and burning the last of the joint out. “I’m heading to bed.”

Billy waves at Jonathan from where he’s locked onto Steve’s lips, but Steve pulls away to give a proper goodbye, his face red.

“Uh, g’night Jonathan!”

“Yeah, goodnight.” Billy mumbles into the skin of Steve’s neck.

Jonathan rolls his eyes, but Billy doesn’t see it.

“Just don’t fuck on the porch.” Jonathan says flatly before heading into the house and being careful to close the door quietly.

“You’re so embarrassing.” Steve chastises before pulling Billy back up to kiss him soundly.

They make out a little more, sitting just like that, listening to the music nice and clear on his new stereo.

“Did you have a nice birthday?” Steve asks quietly, rubbing Billy’s sides.

“Yeah… but I still think you’re all ridiculous.”

Steve laughs, leaning back in for another kiss.

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chronicas · 3 years

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Ok Leeds. It’s legally their full name, but if they need a first name quick they go by “Jersey.” A couple agents started it after their break out in the 20s and it stuck. They could probably back trace their birthday by their curse but that would be too much math. It was sometime in the 1740s though. Lacks binary. But hasn’t really had a chance to figure themselves out beyond that. They used to be really distant but with how many “newer” agents are practically immortal they’ve actually been opening up. No one has become super close yet though. They are single, but still only learning to mingle. Goddamn give them a best friend. Tried to date a couple times in their late teens. It never, ever ended well. Not only was the dating pool of fellow teen freaks a bad start, but each triste was doomed as soon as their curse snapped back into effect and their love got to have 13 years to grow up without them. Related, they don’t say “I love you” easily if it’s genuine. Says it disingenuously a whole lot easier. They’ve lived in a number of BPRD bases over the years, even in agents home’s a few times (something about getting some good influence and a “normal” childhood). They don’t love it, but they have accepted it. And hey, at least the BPRD treats them pretty well- they only have so long to live. Because they try to keep things that don’t belong to them neat, their usually considered neat. Tends to get messier towards the end of their stay though, then feel bad about it and frantically sort. Their personal situation affected them more than their environment. As a young child most agents died quickly and they never really found a parental figure, but they had a brief period early on where they tried to get close to someone, anyone. It hurt too much to watch them grow old and die as they barely aged.

Their biggest fear is that one day they’ll be overcome by their curse and never return. On the other hand, getting to just stay instead of disappearing would be their greatest wish. They lack a lot in self control, since their extra and thrill-seeking personality is just their way of selling their own self destructive streak. They would give their life without hesitation for people they’ve barely met, but less in a protective sense and more in an incredibly self destructive sense. Has ping-ponged from putting everyone else's and no one else’s needs before their own. On one hand, hedonism. On the other, no self value. Not super materialistic, despite their love of whatever luxury they can get. More about experience than items. Probably because they have exactly NOTHING to their name. They don’t easily trust others with their secrets nor with their life, but they’ve been stuck in a situation where they kinda have to do both. For similar reasons, they kinda gave up on good role models. No one survives on their timescale. Also, betrayal kinda washes off their back. They don’t really bother to give trust until it is really, really earned. Doesn’t feel they have any real talents/skills, but is an absolute Jack of all Trades. They might not be incredible at any one thing, but they can do a lot of things. If they put more effort in it could be more impressive but eh. Their favorite thing about themself is how much good they’ve been able to do. It's easy when you have so little self esteem. Their least favorite is how ignorant and naïve they can seem. They are aware their perspective on life is incredibly flawed and unhealthy but they don’t really know what else to do. Their biggest strength is actually their persistence. They don’t recognize it as such, but others frequently do. They wish they’d stop bringing it up though- though don’t like “pity.” They can express surface, “entertaining” emotions easily and often, but deeper, more personal feelings usually get buried. Their biggest strength is actually their persistence. They get lonely incredibly easily and have so, so many regrets. Living life the way they do always does. Resorts to fight at the drop of a hat, and their tail is covered in sharp spines. Get bludgeoned bitch. Worries a lot about what will happen to them after they die given what they do when they're not in control, but buries it deep down and tries not to think about it. Has been raised religious but it never quite… stuck. It’s just hard for them to believe, outside of what they see with the BPRD, that is. Can brush off A Lot but getting on their nerves enough is a good way to learn creative new insults and have your entire self confidence taken down a notch. It’s more a matter of quantity than quality, though. Their sense of humor is dark, but the jokes they like are mostly dad puns. Their laugh is B A D. They don’t even really “laugh”- they snort and honk. They laugh fairly often but get tired quickly.

On a lighter note, some misc:

- Their favorite color is Pink. If you laugh at that they will bite.

- Their favorite animal used to be dogs, but then they broke out and ate a couple. They still feel guilty.

- Their favorite music, fashion, and food changes every time they come back. They both change so much within their 13 missing years. Has a soft spot for hotdogs and pizza, though.

- Like Autumn, or Summer in the deep woods. Wishes they got out more.

- Stability over comfort.

- Envy.

- Likes extremes in their weather, but not rain.

- Chaotic good, but thinks they are chaotic neutral.

- Can’t speak any languages other than English.

- If they could make a mark on history, they would throw a truly legendary party.

- Above average pain/temperature/illness tolerance, but nothing special.

- They have no tattoos or piercings, but they would love to get some. Especially a nose ring.

- Has never been drunk or even touched alcohol, despite how much they really want to.

- Tends to smell quite sterile, but their BO is like cheap Italian food.

- Fine with kids, but doesn’t interact with them a lot. (Has never considered having kids an option, but if it was they would actually want a kid to give a better life.)

- Given a blank piece of paper and nothing to do they’d probably idly fold the paper to try and make free form origami, then burn it depending on the outcome.

- Not bothered by blood in practice, but bothered in theory.

- Old fashion, swirly handwriting.

- Has enjoyed swimming when given the opportunity, but not particularly competent or interested. More interested in playing than racing.

- Celebrates anytime they get the chance, loves the more diverse hires of the BPRD specifically for extra holiday purposes.

- Old Piney accent they’ve never managed to shake.

- Born left handed but was trained as a righty. Can't use either particularly well, but shows preference for the left these days.

okay so i'm gonna start with that i obv don't know the full context but that is SO INTERESTING! i'm really curious about the full story! love how much thought you've clearly put into this character!!

#sorry i'm getting to these ones late i had to get to my computer!!!!!!#and i didn't wanna post them in the middle of the knight so :P #asks #ophidian lore #q

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only angel - roman godfrey

roman godfrey x reader

title from the harry styles song of the same name

disclaimer: i’m not trying to distract from what’s going on by posting my work. that would never be my intent. times are trying, and i’m simply trying to provide some sort of entertainment or something to do with your time. i’m not fishing for any praise of any kind, i’m just putting my work out like i usually do. i love you all and please stay safe.

notes: in other news, if you haven’t noticed, i have a posting schedule now. it used to be every friday somewhere around midday, but that wasn’t really doing much with the algorithm, so i changed it to midday thursday. and i’ll be taking a week off next week bc i’m getting my wisdom teeth removed then. (which i’m incredibly anxious about) so if i go awol for a little while, that’s why.

also, i have almost no knowledge of alcohol! and i don’t drink! so if i don’t have some commonly known drink or bartender knowledge, please forgive me.

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“i’ll take an old fashioned, please.” a woman asked politely, flashing her pearly whites.

“one apple martini with no olive,” a man requested.

“can i get a scotch on the rocks?” a man with a gruff voice asked.

you were new to this job, but you had a bit of experience, both on the bartender end and the bar attender end. you quite liked this job; the customers were fairly friendly, and you were in a much less seedy part of town than the last dive bar you worked at. you didn’t mind it, though, it gave you your thick skin, something you need in a profession like this.

you also liked this job better because you weren’t alone. this joint in particular had more bar space than seating space, so they commissioned two bartenders to work instead of just the one. the first few days you were a little rusty, not having worked in a while, but the two of you quickly got into the swing of things.

his name was roman godfrey, heir to the godfrey fortune, who had a much different story on how he became a bartender. coming from such a wealthy family, he of course inherited the highest position at godfrey tower, which he quickly realized was way too much work for him to handle. roman had transformed from a spoiled rich brat to someone who had more respect for people who actually had to work to keep themselves afloat, and you’d say it changed him for the better.

somewhere along the line he’d developed a respect for women, too, probably coming from some prior bartending experience. you admired him for that, mostly because you’d hate to work with the man he used to be.

another reason you enjoyed working with him so much was the fact that his name was so well known across the entire state of pennsylvania that nobody really liked to fuck with him. they’d much rather stay on his peaceful side, because some, more than others, had seen his aggravated side before and were not too terribly inclined to see it again. this came in handy for you when a situation similar to tonight’s had arose.

it was a stormy night, much like many spring evenings. the bar was packed tighter than usual since it was raining much too hard for anyone to leave. it was nearing last call, and you and roman were trying to close up, much to the dismay of the customers. as you were starting to stack some glasses, a greasy older man sauntered up to the bar, plopping right down on the barstool you’d just cleaned.

“i’ll take a gin and tonic, and make it snappy, i’ve gotta get home,” the man demanded, tone devoid of any politeness. “and it’d do you some good to button that up a few more times.” he gestured to your uniform that had the first couple buttons undone to show some cleavage.

“excuse me?” you stammered, flabbergasted at his frankness. you paused what you were doing, frozen in shock.

“you heard me. now make me that drink, bitch, or i’ll climb over this fucking bar and make it myself.” the man insisted.

“you have no right to say that to me.” you defended. “this is my uniform, and if it makes me more comfortable to unbutton it, then i will. i don’t need input from people like you, and you certainly don’t deserve a drink for acting like that. we’re closing anyway, it’s too late.”

you’d handled customers like this before, but they tended to be much less blatant about their sexism and disrespect than this man was. you had started drying the glasses and putting them away at a much faster pace just to get this insistent man off your ass.

“come on, no ones over here, what’s it gotta take for a guy to get a drink?” the man’s inebriation became much more obvious now as he grabbed your forearm as you reached for another glass.

“let go of me!” you shrieked, much louder than you intended. this caught the attention of quite a few other customers and, of course, roman, who quickly made his way over to you.

“exactly what the fuck do you think you’re doing here, huh?” he growled, setting his piercing gaze on the man, who quickly unhanded you.

“i asked her very kindly if she would please make me a drink, and she said no.” he swallowed nervously, the mere presence and power seeping off of roman intimidating him.

“it didn’t sound very kind to me, man. i didn’t hear any fucking ‘please and thank you’s over here.” roman replied, trying to keep his calm with the man that he wanted to hypnotize into slamming his head on the bar.

the man stayed silent, his cocky asshole persona fading into fear at the hands of mr godfrey. roman nodded at his compliance and subtly placed a hand on top of yours on the glass you were holding.

“alright sir, if you would please kindly,” he put a strong emphasis on the word. “stop bothering my friend, get the fuck out of our bar, and head the fuck home, it would be much appreciated.”

as if entranced, the man pulled his jacket back up on his shoulders, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking straight into the rainstorm.

roman looked down at you and smiled his signature grin. usually that’d have your heart melting like a popsicle on a hot summer day, but you weren’t in the mood for it. the scowl on your face told him everything he needed to know.

“why the face? what did i do?” he asked genuinely. he had learned not to skip straight to defending his actions, finding that asking what his mistake was and how to fix it was a method much more popular with the ladies.

“you should’ve let me handle that myself.” you frowned, unhappy with the situation at hand.

“what? why would i do that?” he asked incredulously. “i’m not just gonna stand by and watch that cretin of a man treat you like that!”

“i know, and i thank you for that. your heart was in the right place, but you shouldn’t have stepped in.” you began. “for the longest time, almost every profession has been male-dominated, so us women get the short end of the stick when it comes to how we’re treated in the workplace.

“men have some sort of hero complex, thinking they can insert themselves into a situation they had nothing to do with and earn praise and thanks for their help that wasn’t asked for. men think that they can start confrontations with us and expect us to be silent and complient, to just sit there and take it because we’re not going to stand up for ourselves.” you watched the expression on his face morph to one of interest. “it was my situation, my job to deal with it, and my job to handle the repercussions, should there be any.

“men are accustomed to getting whatever they want, whenever they want it, and that’s got to change, and it starts with small things. small things like me, reprimanding that man for his actions and the way he spoke to me.” you took a breath. “i’m glad you recognized something was happening, but you should’ve only stepped in had things gotten more violent.”

roman looked stunned, almost like he’d gotten a slap across the face. you shouldn’t be surprised, this was usually the reaction you got from men when you tried to educate them on the trials and tribulations of women, but something was different. rather than shocked and confused as to why you would think that, he seemed more understanding of your struggles. sympathetic, even.

he stood still for a moment, as if he was a sponge absorbing all the information you’d dumped on him. “wow, i had no idea there was so much behind that. thank you for letting me know.”

“can i..?” his question trailed off as he leaned down towards you, lips meeting yours. you melted into his embrace, the weeks of yearning for this exact moment finally catching up to you. he started to pull away, but you stood on your tiptoes and chased his lips. you both pulled away breathlessly, lips wet and pink.

“wow, that was,” the rest of your thoughts fell short, but as you looked at roman it was apparent he had the same idea, whatever that may be.

“can i walk you home?” he asked, gathering his things. you nodded up to him, smiling sheepishly as he gently placed your jacket on your shoulders.

the two of you managed to close the bar for the night and fortunately, the rain had died down enough for you to head home. roman held his umbrella above both of you as you curled into his side to escape the cold chill of the rain.

he dropped you off at your place, turning to leave before you spun him around. you hopped up the first two steps and leaned down to kiss him again, easier this time since you were at his level. he smiled against you and kissed back fervently, placing a hand on the area between your neck and shoulder for some leverage.

you said your goodbyes, heading into your house, still feeling the tingling sensation where his hand was as you smiled giddily.

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ignore the ending i cant write endings it’s a problem

the feminist jumped out a bit sorry not sorry

i wrote almost all of this last night bc inspiration suddenly struck and i had to take advantage of it and this turned out waayyy longer than intended oopsie

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 4 years

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08. The Apex Rises

Word Count: 3605, Trigger Warnings for gaslighting, bullying, mild violence

Shana had gotten into SO MUCH trouble for losing her keys that she was no longer to drive her car to school (which… she only had a permit, so she had to give up the car to a driver when she got there anyway, but it had still been pretty cool that she got to drive to school in her own car that she would be driving whenever she finally got her license). She and her clique had scoured the school trying to find her keys, and their vehicles, homes, and anywhere else that she had been. The girl was losing her mind about it… That magnified when she saw something sticking out of Grace Monroe’s bag.

“Where did you get this?” she snarled, reaching into the bag and pulling out Grace’s set of house keys.

Grace snatched them from her hand and said, “From my mother. She likes me to have access to home and a few of her properties.”

“I meant that keychain! You didn’t have that before!” Shana fussed, folding her arms. Grace began to speak about every keychain that she had, until Shana squealed, “The Sassy Strawberry!”

“Oh, that? Simon gave it to me.”

“It’s. Mine.”

Grace furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head, “Um, no. Simon gave this to me. It’s mine. But, you could probably find one…”

Shana flared her nostrils and one of the teachers came up to the table, “Are you girls rehearsing? Because the theater is a much more appropriate place than the study hall, if you are.”

“Shana is making me feel unsafe,” Grace said, smiling at Shana. Shana clenched her fists and her teeth and stormed off. Grace shook her head and said, sorrowfully to the teacher, “My mother said that her father is being investigated for theft of trade secrets. It’s probably weighing on her, the poor thing.” The teacher’s face showed that she was interested in this rumor, but she knew better than to socialize that way with the students. Grace knew that she would bring it to other staff though and once they thought that Shana’s dad might not be looking so good for the school… Well… Whatever happened, Grace would be entertained.

Simon showed up to study hall and made a stack of books. She told him about the occurrence and he was highly amused, though she could tell that he was here for business. She let him get to his studies. Simon was in advanced classes and he still made all A’s. Grace made all A’s too, but it was MUCH harder for her. She just got so bored with everything and often spent class time reading a book instead of paying attention… which meant that by the time she reached study hall, she had the worst notes. Simon let her borrow his for classes that they had together or classes that they each took, but his notes were generally madness. He wrote his notes FOR HIM, and it was obvious, because she’d point to something and ask, “What is this.” There would be one or two words there and he’d read them. It wasn’t that she couldn’t read his handwriting. He actually wrote pretty neat for a boy. It was that those two words wouldn’t mean anything to her. Then, he’d explain and she would always wonder… How on Earth did he remember all of that crap from writing down TWO WORDS???

However, that still was an easier way of her learning than in class. For one thing, it was Simon, so she listened to him easier. For another, it was Simon, so he made the time and snapped her back to concentration whenever she zoned out. “I’m going to speak with the Dean about being a student tutor,” he said.

“Gross. Sounds WHACK. Why would you wanna do that?”

“I am already doing that, but I’m not getting any credit for it!” Simon said. That was when she realized that she may have leaned on him a little too much. Besides, he was in academic competition groups and stuff. He HAD other things he needed to do.

Grace began sweetly asking others for help with studying. Some of the less popular and less liked girls who also did well in class were her target. They began to not only help her, but be willing to DO her work, if she needed, and Grace wasn’t one to turn down free help. In exchange, she would compliment them and tell them great things about themselves that she figured that they would never hear.

“Grace! That bracelet is SO pretty! Where did you get it?”

“Simon gave it to me.”

“Simon is SO CUTE. You’re so lucky…” She’d simply smile. There wasn’t a need to correct anyone, as long as she and Simon knew what they were. But, with Simon’s name attached to hers, Simon started being treated a little bit differently, as well. The teachers, at least, didn’t seem to think he was the scum that they acted like he was before then. The girls had been taking a second look at him, mostly wondering what it was about him that they didn’t know. What was his secret? How did a boy like that get Grace Monroe? They not only wanted to know, but they were extremely intrigued. Girls would often invite him to things, then try to annotate that he could bring Grace too. He usually told them he’d definitely be there, but then purposefully not come, whether or not he had anything to do. That only made him seem more mysterious, which entertained him, because one of those events he skipped he was literally at home talking himself out of giving his mother Samantha’s cat food to see if she even noticed the difference, and that was the highlight of his night. But, he snapped a photo of himself, laying down with his hair free and a thoughtful face, and as suspected, the girl who invited him liked it and asked why he didn’t come over. He didn’t reply.

Grace and Simon were walking to her next class and making plans for the weekend whenever this really tall redhead came in between them and just started talking to her. He just… started talking, like they had been having a conversation at some point, and he was resuming it, whether or not she was available. She stopped walking and gave him a look for his audacity. He laughed and said, “Sorry, were you busy?” By that time, Simon had moved around and was standing behind her, but next to her.

“Yeah. I was,” she said, rolled her eyes and turned around.

“Bitch,” they heard. Simon flanked all the way around and was in his face very quickly, baring his teeth at him. The boy laughed, even though he was clearly uncomfortable. “Ummm… What are you gonna do, Laurent?”

“I don’t know, but I know that whatever I do will cost me everything here, so how much damage do you think I’m gonna try in the process?”

Grace smiled and stepped between them, addressing the redhead, “Look, I don’t want Simon to ruin his future or yours today, but I definitely can’t stop him if you continue to be rude.” Her smile vanished and she said in a hard voice, “He doesn’t like that.” Simon was daring him to even make a move.

The guy didn’t understand enough about Simon to call his bluff, luckily for him, in a way. Simon didn’t have to attack. But, everyone who saw began to spread it around, how Simon made him look like a coward, defending Grace. Kids started acting a little differently. Whenever Grace would come through, they’d be really nice to her, and she was always super nice back. Simon just seemed to be present, but always paying attention. He made some people nervous.

Someone whispered about him being her guard dog as they passed one morning, and Grace stopped and turned around, “Who said that?” She asked. Nobody would confess, but she noticed that Simon was staring at one particular girl and so she stepped in front of her. “Hi, what’s your name? I don’t think I know you.”

“Heather.”

“Of course it is. Heather… did you… call Simon my guard dog, a moment ago?”

The girl looked nervous and shook her head. The other students watching weren’t sure what they were going to witness, but they were definitely going to witness it. She was lying. She had said it. Simon had glanced at her as the words left her lips, before she quickly stopped talking when she noticed him watching her. Grace took a deep breath and asked her, “Who does your nails, Heather?”

The girl held out her hand, warming up to Grace’s nice voice, and no sooner had she extended it did Grace bend back her fingers. Heather squealed and Grace told her, “I don’t need any guard dog, Heather.” Students gasped and Grace mushed Heather’s face. “Go to the nurse. You’re gonna need ice.”

Simon chuckled as he and Grace fell back into step, and the hallway kids made way for them, unsure of what things could set one of them off and make something like that happen again. Meanwhile, Grace went back to speaking warmly to the ones that she liked and had rapport with and completely ignoring others. Simon was just there, with her, softly smiling at her. His arm went around her shoulder and she leaned into him and commented, “Talking about a guard dog. Bitch I’M the guard dog!”

“A common misconception,” he said, laughing, their faces practically touching.

“I really do save you from harm entirely too much,” she fake complained.

“That wasn’t harm. That was a girl with a bad dye job mumbling to her friend to seem cool.”

“Well… I didn’t like it!”

Grace had brought Simon around her parents and told them that Simon was her best friend and explained that he was at the academy on a scholarship, but his GPA was the highest in their class and he wrote, built things… Her mother lost interest at some point, but her father had more and more questions for Simon. All he had to do was remain chill. Grace nervously wrung her hands while Mr. Monroe asked Simon more damn questions than he ever even asked HER about her life. She supposed that was because to a degree he knew everything about her life, but she didn’t like it, still. Simon spoke very highly of Grace and even credited her for things that she didn’t remember ever doing or flat out knew that she had not. Mr. Monroe seemed very pleased with each compliment. She supposed it made him feel like they were doing well. After all, they didn’t really ever have to have conversations about her. As long as she was doing everything right, they barely got involved. Her mother began scrolling on her phone. That’s how not concerned she was, both with Simon’s praise of Grace and Simon, period.

Grace asked, nicely, “Mom, did I mention that Simon took the photos of me that got me that deal?”

“You did. What you keep forgetting to mention is why Simon was in our home that that time of morning and why you were still in the previous night’s clothes.”

“She tried to tell you that at the pumpkin patch on the phone, and you cut her off,” Simon said. The entire room went silent and Grace’s eyes went wide. He didn’t say it rudely or anything, so he was confused as to why they were looking at him like he had most definitely stepped out of line.

“What he meant was I forgot to tell you later, because I couldn’t tell you at the time, because you were calling me about the offer. I went to an after party, after the dance and I got in late, but didn’t want to wake you. I went straight to sleep, so I was still in it whenever Simon came over the next day for our 4th annual visit to the pumpkin patch.” Simon frowned.

“At which, you didn’t bring home pumpkins.”

“She was the victim of a hate crime,” Simon said.

“WHAT?” Both of her parents said, her mother dropped her phone and sat up.

“Please stop helping me,” Grace said. Simon folded his arms and she explained, “I bumped into a man and he called me a racial charged epithet. I didn’t feel very nice afterwards, so Simon escorted me home.”

“After I had some strong words with him,” Simon said, smirking. Grace fought a smile of her own, but she REALLY wished he’d be quiet. Then again, her parents looked different. They looked concerned, but grateful. Simon had worked magic in her life again. She smiled at him.

Her mother spoke next, “Well, Simon, do you plan on taking our daughter to the Winter Ball?”

“Oh, I um…”

“Because, I’ll have to style you, you understand? You can’t be trusted to do it yourself,” she told him. Grace’s lip dropped.

“Well, I don’t know if Grace wanted to go to the Winter Ball with me…”

“Yeah! Yes, Mom. We’re going together.”

“Great. Jerry will have to get your measurements as soon as possible.”

“Jerry?”

“The tailor,” Grace said.

He nodded. They… seemed to like him, or at least tolerate him and like the fact that he was taking care of their daughter to the best of his ability.

By Winter, Grace found herself rethinking that whole friendship thing… But, she didn’t say that. She wasn’t going to. Not even when he ran for Student Council president and won despite the fact that she was pretty sure a lot of their class did not like him. Not even when he was bringing trophies into the school. Not even when he was excelling at everything, helping to change things that he was not excelling at, spending time seemingly bonding with her dad and becoming better about shutting up whenever he was in her mom’s presence. Simon had even begun to start going on vacations with them.

Typically, she had a caregiver, but given her age and the fact that Simon was a nice enough child that they knew was not as fortunate, they would allow him to come, as long as his parents didn’t mind, and get him to assure them that he would make sure that Grace was alright. It annoyed her that (her father) made those “little deals” with him, then he’d tip him, like a lot. Simon joked about going on trips with all those other girls at school who liked him to make bank. Grace didn’t find it funny and he wound up having to suck up to her. The fact that this was very “couplish” type behavior wasn’t lost on him, but they never brought that conversation up since the pumpkin patch. Her parents weren’t usually around them most of the time, but she would be around them more than when she was little (when she annoyed them).

Her dad seemed to prefer Simon’s company, however. Simon had been starved for a man to like him and Grace was an only child, so she guessed that they were connecting because they were both dudes or whatever. But, during those times, if she tried to establish a connection with her mother, the woman generally seemed exhausted to have to bother with her, or only excited when it came to potential auditions or information about the beauty brand she was dealing with. It made her focus more on her arts and beauty ventures.

Simon helped her with maintaining and managing stuff, and interceding with her mom for ideas that she was too nervous to bring to her. Grace didn’t like how she seemed to be open to his ideas, convinced that her mom never would have heard her out if she had said the very same things! “I think that they’re just used to me speaking up, because I always have while you’ve always just tried to say whatever you thought that they wanted to hear,” Simon told her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “It’s fine. What they think doesn’t matter, remember? There’s just us.”

But, it sort of felt like it was just her sometimes. She would go to the dance studio for hours, working on routines and post herself online doing choreography and climbing the social media ladder as a dancer. Sometimes, she would make music and songs and feature them with some moves. She was started to capitalize on her talents and kids at school definitely either feared or respected her, no matter what was going on at home.

Home life wasn’t so bad. Her parents were still very aloof about her, but at least she got to talk business with them, as handling her growing online fame and her brand was a lot of work.

They eventually hired a team, though. She saw less of them, but they always made sure to be on their best close knit and loving fakeness for appearances and interviews.

They expanded the private community, Monroe Square, and Grace became one of those faces that people saw online all of the time, some new, some worshipped, some hated out of sheer exhaustion with her popularity, but one thing was certain, she ran everything at the Academy.

Simon had been focused on his academic career, organizing Grace’s hectic mess of everything that she touched. That girl, sometimes he swore HAD to be doing the things that she did on purpose. Like, whenever she would toss something at a trash can that clearly wasn’t going to go in or even near it and not even look, because she knew that a lemming would rush to rectify her mistake. Or whenever she would be done with something and just toss it into the crowd and watch people scramble over it. He liked that she was bold and powerful. He hated that she was careless and messy, but if her carelessness ever caused a physical issue, everybody knew that he was her muscle. The guy wasn’t large and he was pretty thin, too. But what he lacked in size and stature, he made up for in being absolutely obsessed with taking care of Grace.

Everyone knew that if she rationalized to him not to attack someone, because he could get into a lot of trouble, that person always mysteriously came into some trouble of their own later. It drove people a little bit angry that somebody on Simon’s “level” was matched up beside someone like Grace, giving him power and privilege that they hadn’t been previously used to him having. (It bothered some of them that Grace ever had any, if we’re being honest). But, there was nothing that you could do about it. They were just the biggest kids in school now.

Grace got a custom lipstick color that she named Apex Red, and whenever she deemed somebody worthy of being her “friend” read follower, she’d kiss them on the cheek with it and they would be allowed to post it and call themselves members of the Apex - the name her stans co-opted because she used it as a tag so much.

People would always use the hashtags in their posts: TheQueensMark,ApexRed,IAmApex,GraceAndSimon,TheApex - if nothing else those HAD to be in the post. They could be disowned for not following some very meticulous and dedicated rules that Simon put into place in order to try to assist Grace in navigating her online fame with her school popularity and her Apex fanbase with her actually handpicked followers in her real world. He loved that she had stans, but they needed to first and foremost remember where they stood in line of reverence, somewhere beneath him. Nobody was her number one stan or biggest fan or anything similar, and one of the Apex rules was that IF you saw or heard someone suggest it was to correct them by saying that Simon actually was and half the time, they followed it up with, “You’d know that if you were a real fan.”

Sometimes, he’d watch arguments in her comments indicating that he wasn’t “a fan, but cofounder of the Apex. The Apex is Grace AND Simon! She’s the face and he’s the function!” and rebuttals saying, “Simon himself hails Grace as the head of the Apex, you null!” He would like both comments, just to be clear that he saw them and didn’t weigh in. They were both right.

Simon believed in their friendship, their love, their talents, and their power. They were the Apex, but Grace was from money so she had reach that he simply just didn’t, so, she got to be the leader and he was content to be her support. She shared everything with him, anyway. Her success, credit where he would have not taken it, popularity, money, and most importantly for him, herself. She always had time for him. He was worried when she initially began to catch on that it might go to her head and she’d leave him in the shadows, but she ALWAYS looked to see where he was and made sure that he was okay, if she didn’t insist on having him right next to her.

Whenever they came up the school steps and everybody made way for them to come through, and the fangirls smiled and the fanboys melted, and the teachers shook their heads and rolled their eyes at how extra kids could be, Grace and Simon were always right next to each other.

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Abroad Pt. 19

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: y’all know I’m a bitch for angst by now right?

A/N: @hildehuffles this ones for you. ALSO. THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL IM TALKING ABOUT IS YES THEORY. I was in Venice a couple weeks ago, and felt like adding in a little get away like I had done. I told no one I was going and literately hopped on a plane with an Airbnb secured. #SeekDiscomfort also one of the best trips to LA I had ever taken. 10/10 recommend.

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Your eyes were glued to the generously sized television screen mounted on the wall, holding the flimsy bottle of water tight in your hands. The conversation took a swift turn with only a sentence spoken and it was the two of you dressed at the premier that was painting the background. You knew she was only doing this to tease him, and the sly comments he made in turn settled your nerves.

“So Chris… Who? Who‘s that?” His eyes were drawn to the monitor, not startled at all by her outburst but calm, with a telltale pink tint creeping up and a squinty eyed smile trying to stay buried.

The crowd whoops in retaliation.

He stayed silent a moment more, staring at the monitor, thinking of a way to answer until the crowd calms down. The comedian looks mischievous, obviously taking pride in his suffering though she knows exactly who you are now. The crowd doesn’t need to know that detail. She only means to tease, it’s who she was!

He folds his hands, rubbing them together before simply saying, “I have never seen that woman in my life.” Obviously joking.

“Oh come on!” she pushed, glowing eyes with a smile stretching across her cheeks.

“Yea, yea. That is my girly-friend, you could say. It’s-It’s weird to say that because I feel like she’s more than just a girlfriend, you know?” He glances again back at the large picture behind him before running a hand down the side of his face, focusing back forwards. He knows you are just watching the screen, glued to the screen at that, in the green room. He didn't know what you were thinking! It could go one of two ways in his mind. Absolutely silently losing your mind or laughing in retaliation to his discomfort of not knowing what to say. Hopefully the latter.

“Oh! I know.” She jokes, full on laughing at him while he smirks but stares daggers playfully. She knows you were more than just a girlfriend in his mind now, but how could he resist the shot of you meeting and hugging Ellen Degeneres and not stick the ring up and snap a photo of the moment while you were faced away? She was a trustworthy person, or so he hoped. Not proven wrong so far.

“Okay, Okay,” she settles herself. “So tell me, where did you find her?” She was keen to the details.

“Uhh- The internet,” he says without missing a beat. You almost choke on your own spit at his fast response, not knowing whether to laugh or crawl into a hole. But the crowd loved it, laughing. He sure got a kick out of the response, thinking he, himself, was funny. Loser.

“You are joking.” Ellen says, dead panning him.

“No, no really. My, uh, my manager found her for me.” He continues on, deceiving the crowd. Depriving them of the whole truth.

“Oh my god, Chris,” you mutter to yourself in the quiet room. Ellen got a kick out of that even more, stopping him from continuing down this road. He obviously was not going to give straight forward answers.

“Okay, okay.” She switches to a different question. “So…” She dragged out for an effect. Maybe just to make him squirm.

“Oh no,” he mumbled. She just had a look, a look that told that she had so many wrong questions under her sleeve.

“You filming something Chris?” The crowd slowly grew to giggle when he didn’t answer. Just stared her down trying not to react.

“Do you have, like, anything I can answer?!” He burst with a chuckle, wiping his palms on his thighs. “I’m just in town, and agreed to come see you and you treat me like this!” His smile was bright while she muttered apologies, laughing at his distress.

The interview eventually calmed down, them playing a rapid fire game afterwards. You finally settle into the couch to watch the interactions.

That was so not as bad as it could have been. He knew what he was doing during interviews anyway, or you had hoped.

You slept in the next morning, only waking to acknowledge that he was leaving for the day. This was a free day to yourself and sleeping in as long as you wanted seemed like the best way to start.

He left you with a mere kiss on the nose before he trudged out the door. The night before was yet another dismissal and it left you flustered and annoyed as all get out, so the day to yourself was the best present around.

Regardless of how much you thought you wanted a calm day, you were texting him by noon, telling him you were bored. By the time he replied, a mere 45 minutes later you were already sucked into YouTube. You found a new channel that piqued your interest and were easily four videos in.

“Sorry princess. Come with me tomorrow?”

You read the preview and sighed, ignoring it for the moment and pressed play on the video again. These guys in the videos were entertaining... inspiring, even.

By the time the fifth video started, their names were easily remembered. What sparked interest even more was the fact that they are based out of Venice Beach, a mere 45 minute drive through LA, on a good day at least.

The video of them walking the sidewalks interviewing strangers that were bold enough to go on an adventure made you want to feel the same sun they were obviously surrounded in. The couch had been your home for the last hour, a window open to let in some light, shining gold streaks through the room, but it wasn't enough.

The rules that plagued yourself were on a repeat in your head as you clicked on another video, then another, and another. You were not supposed to be spending too much time staring at a screen. You weren't supposed to drive, or go out on your own because you are still healing. You're not supposed to be in such sunny areas it could hurt your eyes still. Don't do this, don't do that.

It is suffocating. Infuriating that the list of long don'ts probably repeats through Chris’s head like a mantra, that's why he won't touch you. That's why he won't let you touch him.

Anger slowly flowed through your mind as you started to lose focus on the video playing. You closed the app and opened google maps, staring at the words ‘Venice Beach’ in correlation to where you were stuck inside, across the city. It was like torturing yourself. A silent battle of wanting to just go, go and then think about it later.

You slowly rolled your shoulders back as you sat up on the cushions of the couch that were not as comfy as you had hoped. The time on the lock screen taunted back at you. You could go and make it back in enough time to be home before Chris got back. You scoffed at the thought. He wouldn't be happy, but you were an adult. A very capable adult who can make their own choices. Staying in your bubble of Byron almost makes you forget your own sense of independence. He doesn't get to decide what you can and can't do.

The bathroom light shone a tad brighter than the natural lighting in the living room, eyes squinting quickly at the flush. You moved to the sink to wash your face, pulled a hair tie to braid your hair, and picked out some clothes.

Double checking for your wallet and phone in your purse brought on second thoughts. You never answered his text. He probably wouldn't notice for a while anyway. You pushed away the small ache of neglect that settled inside, it wasn't his fault. He was working. It’s when he wasn't working, that's when brush offs hurt the most.

Checking your makeup again in the mirror to make sure the covering was adequate over the blueing bruises, you made your way out, pulling the door behind you after ordering an Uber to Venice.

Los Angeles wasn't all the glitz and glam that movies made it out to be. You learned that pretty fast last time you all had been here, with the kids. Having a temporary place in Burbank meant crossing the city often, though a quick commute for Chris. The studios were not but a 6 minute drive away. Ideal, yes. But fun, no.

The drive seemed quick, the driver was slightly chattier than what you thought was normal but you were not complaining. You may have just had a week with more adult action than you’d had in the last few months combined but you were never one to be impolite. You didn't say much, only that you've never visited Venice before and didn't know why, so you just said ‘why not?’.

When the vehicle came to a stop and a moment of regret flushed forward, but you pushed it back quick. Going by yourself was not the worst thing in the world. How else were you going to be able to see what you wanted to see? You didn't know anybody here in L.A. other than Chris. It wasn't like you could call Miley up and ask her to stroll around town with you. Well, you could. But - not like this.

You adjusted your own sunglasses as you walked the last block towards the water. The art on the walls were bright and gave off calm vibes. A skateboard whizzed past you quickly, catching you off guard. You sidestepped to the right of the sidewalk and watched him ride past you and others, closer towards the shops. Clutching your bag closer to your body, you continued, rounding the corner to what was familiar from the videos you had been so enamoured with.

Towering palm trees. Bikes, so many bikes. So many skateboards. You looked around a moment after making sure you were out of the walk way, admiring the ease of the people around. The skatepark up on the hill and the art lining the sidewalks it was all what you hoped to see from the video.

The shops were cute, making your way through a few. So many surf shops and all you could think about was guilt that Chris didn't know you left the apartment. Everything reminds you of him. A fire fight started in your brain - consisting of respect you had for having a partner versus having a sense of independency. You didn't have to disclose every footstep, you never expected him to, at least.

The spiral of your thoughts continued as you strolled across the sidewalks, leaving behind the shops. You took a seat in the grass overlooking the busy basketball courts and pulled your phone out. Ignoring the warmth on your shoulders from the sun, you checked for any notifications and were met with none.

Did you have a right to feel the way you were feeling at the moment?

Was it selfish? Was it hormones? Forget that.

But were you chalking it up to be something more, just a spiral of thoughts when he wasn't there to discredit them? Your clouds caused a moment of zoning out as you pondered.

You both spent all day yesterday together, he even made you dinner, working in the kitchen with music playing while you watched him from the couch. Admiring and happy to see him. A glint in your eyes that stayed, unsubdued. A girl can't help but be worked up when she had gone so long without him, pregnancy hormones were no help to the cause. All you wanted was for him to acknowledge what you had been repeatedly showing off.

You were horny.

There was no other way to put it. And a healing head injury was not going to magically make the want disappear, even if it seemed to have made the want disappear from himself. The thought made your stomach clench, remembering when he turned around and caught you staring at him with lustful, shameless eyes.

He knew the look. He knew it very well. But what happened when his eyes met you made your blood run cold, your feet quickly allowing you to leave the room so the hitch in your breath wasn't caught by his ears.

He had looked away from your gaze with a sigh, turning his back to you. Another word didn't leave his mouth until he had come to find you in the bedroom to tell you that dinner was ready. He stopped himself from pushing open the door when he heard you talking. The sadness in your voice, clouded with tears as you spoke to whoever was on the other line.

“We had such a good day, I had such a good day,” you corrected. “But, but I just-” you stopped a moment, taking in a shaking breath to gather your thoughts. He looked at his feet, bowing his head when the upset nature of the phone call settled in his mind.

“I just miss him so much Bri, and I feel like he just doesn't see me. I feel -”

Your speech was cut off by yelling through the line of the phone. You sucked in a breath and it came out in a shudder, trying to calm your own emotions. He didn't know what she was saying but it silenced you. He felt heavy with guilt that he was the source of your anguish. He needed to stop being weak. He was scared to hurt you but here he was, causing you pain repeatedly until he was the source of your tears. He didn't know if you were crying or not, but he could feel the pain and confusion behind your words.

You started to wrap up the call. A sting of “I know”s and “Okay”s spilled off your tongue and he made his way back to the kitchen, hoping you wouldn't feel upset if you knew that he was listening.

He stood plating the stir fry when you made your way back into the room with a grim smile, peaking at him and muttering ‘thank you’.

You remembered how he led you to the couch and played a random movie on the TV while you ate. He pulled you close to him when you both cleared you plates. The rush that had flooded through you made you blush. You sat there snuggled to him for almost an hour before you both headed to bed and he didn't touch you again. He said all the right things, but words were hard at having such a meaning when his actions were iffy.

“I love you.”

“I'm glad you're here with me.”

“I missed you.”

“I love you, so much,” he would say with a rub on your arm.

A small kiss to your temple and you rolled on your side away from him, closing your eyes. Unbeknownst to you, he felt a bit of his heart break away when he watched you reach for the blankets and tug them to your shoulders, seeking them out for warmth rather than himself.

The empty notification screen mocked you, clicking the phone off once again. You looked up at your surroundings to admire the feel. It was busy, but not uncomfortably so. The skatepark behind you was bustling, and so were the basketball courts in front of you. But right there, where the grass was a soft green and you leaned against the raised plateau behind you, it was serene. Fairly quiet for the crowd around, but it was as if the sound didn't carry. The seagulls above were gliding, and the faint clicks of skate wheels hitting the ground blurred into the background noise of music coming from the shops.

It was a good spot to think. Something you have alway done far too much of.

The buzz in your hand had you snaping your head towards it, a dull ache spreading down your neck at the swift movement. The message had you jumping to your feet, making your way to the corner where you were dropped off.

“Almost done here. In the mood to go out for food?”

He beat you home, only by a minute though it seemed. As you were stepping out of the car and thanking the driver, your phone started ringing. You declined, tossing it into the mess of a purse you had as you made your way inside to the elevators, favoring talking to him in person instead.

The ride up seemed to go by faster than any other time before, allowing your nerves to revv in the light of Chris possibly being upset. The padding of your shoes made it to the door, your hand pushing it open.

His eyes met yours when the door opened and unsurprisingly the first words out of his mouth were, “where were you?”

“I just needed to get out for a bit,” you acknowledged lightly, setting your purse on the counter tops. You didn't meet his eyes, turning your back and digging for your phone. His voice was laced with curiosity, not expecting you to not be there when he arrived, even if you were only off by a mere minute or two.

“Where did you go?” He asked, keeping his feet planted. You turn to see him. He truly had just gotten here, a bag still thrown over his shoulder and shoes still on his feet. His brows furrowed as you met his eyes and then diverted from them again, absentmindedly rubbing your temple where bruises were covered.

“I went to Venice Beach, I haven't been there before and I just want to walk aro-”

“How did you get to Venice? Did you go by yourself?” He worried on with a malice tone. Your ears were growing red as he spoke.

“Yes I went by myself, who else would I have gone with?” You hissed at him. You could already feel your hands shaking. You knew you had worked yourself up today while you were out and were just waiting for the point to start a fight. Still completely confused on whether he deserved it or not, but you were beyond frustrated.

“I don't know anybody here! I have one friend who I barely see! Yes! I went by myself. I needed to be around people. I'm lonely!” You raised your voice at him. He stepped towards you with his hands out when your defense shot up. You crossed your arms around yourself protectively, delivering a sign of needing to be comforted, even if by your own arms.

“I'm sick of being by myself!” You told him as he grew closer, watching with pained eyes as you laid it out for him. “I just - God I don’t know. I just - I needed to get out and do something.”

“Hey,” he calmed. “Im right here.”

“No, Chris!” You pushed his outstretched hands away from your own. “You're not.” You took a deep breath while he stood speechless, catching an eyeful of the hurt you were carrying on your shoulders.

“Princess,” he pleaded, waiting for you to take a look at him but your eyes were wandering to any surface but his.You couldn't get the right words out to say. It had always been like this when you grew frustrated, your own vocabulary runs from your thoughts. You grew silent as a tear finally fell from your eyes but was quickly wiped away by his own fingers. When you didn't protest his touch he took that as a good sign. He muttered your name in surrender.

“What do you want me to do?” He watched for a reaction. “Tell me what I can do.” He was at a loss. Spending more time apart than together was a strain that was eerily familiar and it pressed down on him so hard he was ready to beg for understanding. He wanted to understand what he could do to make this better but what you said next caught him off guard, rendering him silent and confused.

“Do you love me?”

His eyes burned at the yearning of your question. The watery eyes that flicked to his in search of an answer. His lips were dropped open at the turn of events this evening had taken. He thought about this evening all day. He was going to let you choose the place for dinner and shower you with dessert, with love, and affection to make up for what he had overheard. He wanted to show you the beautiful diamond that had your name written all over it and ask a very important question.

He was too quiet, mulling over how he had gotten to this point while you stood with uncertainty, continuing on your quest of finding answers.

“I know I'm starting to look different,” your head bowed at the revelation that he might not like what he sees. “And we are so far apart alot, but I'm still me.”

He spoke your name, drawing himself from his silent trance, wanting you to stop now and not speak another incredulous word.

“My face,” you whispered sadly. “It will go away in a little bit...” The whole in your chest was opening, grabbing a hold of your voice and refusing to let another word out.

“Baby, stop,” his words filled the empty void when yours ceased. He eyed a hand of yours making its way to your neck, a sign of discomfort. He stopped it in its tracks and pulled you to his chest.

His arms cocooned you, holding you far too tight to be comfortable, but you needed it. To feel he was there and there with you. He pressed you head to his chest with the revelation of disregarding his own hesitancy of somehow hurting you with his touch. His heartbeat melding with your own as you froze, slowly melting your guard until tears wet his shirt.

If his goal was to keep you from harm, he failed. It was proven when you released the tension from your shoulders against his grip. His words repeated until you showed signs of listening. Words of reassurance and love. Words filled with apologies and pleads for you to forgive him for causing you this pain. He was naive to think of you in such a way. To make up a version of yourself that was weak or fragile. He lost sight of the fire you have in your veins when happiness emits from your aura. The glow you have when your body shakes from laughter. The strong independent girl that rounded the corner of his kitchen and introduced herself without a glitch of uncertainty. But here you were asking for reassurance and he knew it was his own fault.

You cried in his arms, letting him carry your weight from the room before he sat down on the bed and let you take a moment to breathe, curled atop his knees and listening to his voice.

“Hey,” He said, lifting a hand from your shoulder to run over his face, drying the wetness that plagued his own skin. “You are so beautiful that it takes my breath away. Perfect. And I mean in every sense. You will always be perfect. Princess I never want to hear you say those words again. You are so perfect. And always will be. We have a little baby growing.” You took a deep breath, picking your head off his shoulder and reaching down to lay a hand over the swell in your tummy.

“A baby!” He said, laying a hand over your own, though waiting for you to meet his eyes again. “You will look different, princess, and I will be here and love every single minute of it. I promise. No doctor appointments with Bri, I will be here. And this,” He brushed your hair away from your face, fingers lingering against your scalp. Your head tilted up and basked in the touch.

“This I take responsibility for. It eats me up inside, but you still take my breath away. Every time, and always will.” He watched as you looked at him and listened intimately to what he was saying. “And I want to be the person you go places with. You can go alone if you like,” he added, “but I will never not want to be by your side. Do you understand me?”

You look on a second more, gauging his expression and contemplating his words before you nod. “No more tears, please.” His hands moved to cradle your face, thumbs clearing the skin and in a flash his lips met yours. Filled with promise, he kissed you like you wished he would for days. You craved his taste and was letting you have it, finally feeding into the small fire in the pit of your stomach.

“I love you so much,” he whispered against your lips.

“I have something I want to show you,” he admitted, pulling away. A deep, clarifying breath escaped your lungs and he rubbed your back in turn, reaching in his pocket for his phone with the other hand.

His fingers fumbled across the screen, having to reenter the password twice. You looked away and laid your head into the crock of his neck, closing your eyes. Whatever it was, surely it could wait while your heart mellowed to a regular pace.

The peace was cut short when he whispered your name again, drawing your eyes open. He pushed his phone from his hand and into yours.

“There’s an album right here with your name on it.” You looked on at his camera albums listed on the bright screen. “And I want you to look through it.” He was certain with his words, urging you on.

“Why?” you asked, looking back up at him.

“I love you so much princess, I just want to show you, I want for you to know it and never question it again.” His sincerity was clear, nodding back down towards the phone in your hands. You opened it without a word and clicked on a photo. It was nice, from a few months back, but neither you nor India were looking towards him. She sat in front of you on the kitchen counter, clearly way past her bedtime. Both of you sneaking a bowl of ice cream but what stood out was the smile adorning both of your faces. Crazy hair and slightly sunburned cheeks laughing at each other. You remembered the night clearly, both of you having a private running joke to see how much ice cream you both could eat before Papa notices and “makes us eat salad for dinner”.

You sneaked a look up at him after glancing at the photo, “You know we sneak ice cream all the time, right?”

“Sure do,” he laughed in return. “Keep going.”

You looked back down at the phone and swiped to see another. A photo snuck from the doorway while you rested your head in your hand, elbows on the table as you watched the boys write something out on some paper in the homeschool room, reaching out with the other hand to point at something on Tristans’ sheet.

The next one was you sitting at the foot of the couch while India stood tall above you trying to put a braid in your locks while Sasha sat on your legs with a book in his hand. It was serene, calm. You pressed down on the picture to watch the Live, a short clip of fingers tangling in your hair and Sasha's voice reading aloud. You stifle a smile at it.

The next made you suck in a breath. You were sleeping in his bed at home, the sheet barely covering you. The curve of your back disappearing into the sheets, obviously sleeping in the nude, unaware of the camera pointed at you.

“Chris!” You teased, looking at him. And smirked and shrugged his shoulders, encouraging you again to continue. You brought your attention back to the photos, swiping through more and more. There were many and you kept going at a steady pace until another caught your eye.

You brought the screen to your eyes to examine it, brows furrowing in curiosity. Sasha’s room, although slightly messy, was easily recognizable as you lounged on the bed in the background, lying next to the boy.

Fingers trapping a small ring with an identifiable glow thrusting off the jewel perched atop. The pads of your fingers zoomed in on the object, at the same time, fairly sure your lungs stopped working.

You quickly swiped to the next picture, though the same ring adorned the foreground.

This time you stood against the bathroom counter brushing out your hair. The circle of jewelry resting around his own finger, reaching just below the first knuckle before it got stuck. You stared at the daring ring, resisting the urge to look at the man whose chest was pressed against your shoulder, whose arm rested across your back, rubbing gently, urging for you to continue.

You covered your mouth at the next one, fingers resting across your lips in astonishment. The bare skin of your shoulders were accented by the waves of your hair falling over them. Eyes closed, rested against his chest in search of sleep. He was cheeky, smiling in the photo, showing off a glowin diamond on a ring far too small for his own fingers.

The next picture was another of the same nature. Then a photo of you reaching for a glass in the kitchen. One of you sleeping on a plane. One of you naked, behind the blurred glass of the shower doors. One of you staring intently at your phone while standing at the counter. One of you standing in the mirror, examining, no - admiring the form of your growing baby.

You knew Chris was up to something, fidgeting after taking that photo, looking guilty as all get out. A brief watery laugh escaped as you reached that one.

The next was hilarious, Ellen with her face over your shoulder, with a surprised look, staring right at the camera. She knew!

You looked up at him, waiting for an answer to these photos. He just smiled and nudged you till you finished. There were more, a few more, as recent as this morning before he snuck away to go to set.

“It’s for you, love,” his voice whispers against the skin of your neck, lowering his lips to press a kiss where he knows you melt no matter the circumstance. An arm tightened around your back as he leaned forward and reached under the mattress, pulling a hidden box from the crease. You glazed at it as he switched hands and then brought it to you, flipping it open.

It was there, in person and not in a photo, demanding attention is the slyest of ways. It was beautiful, extravagant with an essence of simplicity. Words were caught in your throat as you stared at it, slowly blurring from your vision from unwelcome tears.

“Will you marry me?”

#chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fanfiction #chris hemsworth x reader #chris hemsworth fluff #chris hemsworth x you #avengers masterlist

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wennjunhui · 4 years

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seventeen hospital au

im back at it again with another random seventeen post bc nurse!jun is ruining me :)))))

disclaimer: the most i know about hospitals and how they work is from chicago med so dont expect this to be accurate

seungcheol

attending physician in the ed

kinda intimidating but is really a huge softie

but don’t make him angry bc that is not a good idea at all

always seen with a protein shake

tends to hover over the new med students a lot

partially because it’s important to evaluate them and their knowledge

but most because he thinks its funny when they freak out around him

always asks for a psych consult even when he knows its not necessary

bc its totally in the best interest in the patient and not because hes bored and wants to talk with his bff nahhh

has a long term girlfriend that works as a software developer

everyone in the ed tryna get him to propose bc ITS BEEN 9 YEARS DAMMIT WIFE HER ALREADY

jeonghan

psychiatry fellow

usually works night shifts because hes sleeps schedule is fucked

functions on coffee and coffee alone

is constantly Tired

catch him napping in the break rooms whenever he has time

originally wanted to go into psychology, but he gets too invested and thought it would be better to maintain short term relationships

bffs with seungcheol, but bffls with joshua

by the off chance he’s not tried, he’ll go around the ed and tease the doctors and nurses

hes in the ed a lot tho bc someone keeps calling him even tho “he literally just sprained his ankle seungcheol why am i here”

joshua

plastics fellow

fucking loaded

pulls up to the ed in a fucking gold ferrari and just shrugs when people ask about

‘yeah i got it as a birthday gift, treat yourself ya know?’

born and raised in the us, but went to south korea to further his studies

bffls with jeonghan

by GOD the chance theyre in the same room, its game over for everyone

his surgery playlist is fucking wild

did a heartbreaking ballad just finish playing? oh thats sad but move over its britney bitch

always brings a guitar to work parties

‘if you sing sunday morning one more fucking time-’ proceeds to sing sunday morning ‘GODDAMMIT JOSHUA’

is seeing the cute hotel concierge that works a few blocks away

junhui

the Hot Nurse

literally all the patients fucking swoon

kinda makes patients nervous bc of how handsome he is

ok i’ll stop now

occasionally scrubs in as a surgical nurse for minghao

he pretends to be all cool and hot shit in front of patients, but when hes around staff he turns into a giant bright ball of excitable fluff

will always be asked to be assigned to kid patients bc he loves kids

studied abroad in korea and decided he loved it there so he stayed

may or may not have a crush on someone in the hospital but shh no one knows except jeonghan and minghao

has no problem calculating correct dosages but cant do basic math for the life of him

‘no junhui, 7+8 does not equal 17′

soonyoung

senior resident in the ed

HYPEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!111

works night shifts bc otherwise the ed would be dead without him

probably drinks too much redbull for his own health

his favorite treatment room is treatment room five because “that’s where a patient peed on me on my first day here”

“ok soonyoung good to kno”

“no problem”

not very tech savvy

always manages to fuck up the tablets somehow every shift

for the love of GOD dont let him near an xray machine

also never assign him and seungkwan on the same patient they will accomplish nothing

has taken chan under his wing

wonwoo

neurology resident

blind as fuck

harry potter glasses for days

looks really cold on the outside but is really just a huge fucking dork

like actually he laughs and jokes about anything and everything

neurology can be dark sometimes yo and humor is a great way to cope with it

that and gaming

half the reason why he cant see is bc he spent too much time playing video games growing up

still kinda does but he gets away with it

accompanies soonyoung on the night shift bc he knows soonyoung gets lonely sometimes

plays ballads in the surgery rooms because it helps him keep calm

jihoon

pathology resident

‘forget working with humans hAVE YOU SEEN THIS BLOOD CULTURE ITS COOL AS FUCK’

that being said, he hangs around the break rooms a lot because being cooped up in pathology is just tiring sometimes and he needs actual people to talk to

but mostly its so he can draw on jeonghans sleeping face

shares a flat with soonyoung bc rent is expensive yo

usually has the best tunes down in pathology

originally wanted to go into music, but school kinda killed his enjoyment of it for a long time

is slowly getting back into and finding his joy in it again

he knows too many stories about the ed that hes forced to listen to

“for the last fucking time soonyoung i dont care about how your patient threw up on seungkwan”

“okokok but`”

“no”

seokmin

ed resident wanting to specialize in pediatrics

SUNSHINE AND HAPPINESS AND SMILES EVERYWHERE

wow literally everyone in the ed is in love with him a teeny tiny bit

because he has such a bright and positive aura around him that its hard not to feel happy

sings to the smol children if they get scared

everyone always asks him to sing at work parties and he kills it every time despite being initially shy

“wait wait wait you were in a rock band in high school???”

has a crush on the ed secretary out front

its so fucking cute the rest of the ed ships them so much

sometimes he doubts himself and his skills and that makes his day very sad

but everyone in the ed is in love with him and will constantly be there to remind seokmin about how amazing his is and how much he deserves to be here

and thatll make his day better c:

mingyu

ed resident

the Hot Doctor

wow everyone has a crush on him even if you dont you do

pray for the patients that get assigned to both mingyu and jun your in for a visual attack

tho the facade for mingyu usually breaks after a minute of meeting him

clumsy af yo

once knocked over the patients entire tray of food because his limbs were longer than he remembered

sometimes forgets to put on hand sanitizer and seungcheol always yells at him about

from the other side of the ed “MINGYU, HANDS”

“THANKS HYUNG”

always brings his own lunch bc hospital foods shit and he makes better food at home

sometimes brings in cookies for the staff in the break room

theyre usually gone within an hour

minghao

trauma and emergency medicine fellow

TALENTED

was personally scouted by hospital officials in china

really young to be such an expert in his field

also his hands are really sensitive to abnormalities in the human body so he feels out the situation and catches the situation really early

is kinda intimidating because of his rbf and takes no shit approach

but is really super soft and fluffy once not in a work environment

relied on jun a lot in terms of adjustment here in korea, and he’s probably closest to him in the ed

has jun scrub in with him for surgeries sometimes

objectively has the best surgery playlists

from pink floyd, to an obscure japanese indie rock

bickers with mingyu a lot of proper treatment of patients

usually theyre both right tho they just cant communicate effectively

is secretly seeing another chinese surgeon from plastics, but they hide it really well except from jun ofc

seungkwan

nurse

a really loud and mouthy one at that

nags everyone in the ed a lot despite not being the charge nurse

tho hes getting there and everyone knows it

despite that, hes really sweet and caring towards patients

is also really weak for kids, but he cant ever be assigned to them because he’ll freak out if something happens to them

always earns high marks on nurse feedback forms because he does his job AND is entertaining

even tho he nags everyone else, sometimes hes too selfless and forgets to take care of himself

“did you forget your lunch? aiii how could you do that? here take mine”

“seungkwan you need to eat to”

“i said take it, now eat and make your mom proud”

cries and often laments how much he loves his staff when hes had a little too much to drink at work parties

hansol

a new nurse

really chill, vibin through life

is really a much appreciated presence to have around the ed, especially when things can become hectic really quickly

often acts as a translator between english and korean

will laugh at pretty much anything (which wonwoo appreciates alot because at least someone likes his jokes)

one thing that always gets his blood boiling is the blatant ignorance some patients have

like the offhanded racism against him or his coworkers, or comments about lgbtq+ people

and there have been times when he hasnt been able to control how he responds because wow he Dislikes ignorant people

so whenever he gets a patient like that, he often asks to switch with another nurse because “if i have to listen to karen say something racist about jun or minghao again im gonna lose my fucking mind”

med students usually hang around him bc of how approachable he is

shower thoughts

“do you ever wonder this would taste like”

“hansol dont-”

chan

med student in his final year

is really eager to learn and get started on things!

ed is his first choice for match day

soonyoung has taken him under his wing so he mainly just shadows him

and its always a fun and great time chan has learned so much from him

the entire ed staff has adopted him and will riot if he doesnt get accepted on match day

“chan, whos baby are you?”

“for the last time hyung IM TWENTY SEVEN”

if hes not shadowing soonyoung, hes probably studying in the break rooms with hansol throwing popcorn at him

“hyung stop im tryna study”

“ok but catch this in your mouth first”

still has a lot to learn, but hes out there conquering the world of medicine yall better watch out

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spindaonateaspoon · 4 years

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Yo there! Oh all those spindas in the background are making me dizzy haha (one of my fave pokemon actually, love them). Okay, sooo that's pretty random ask but what are your top ten black clover characters? :D

Ah, a tumblr user of taste, I see. Glad you could get past the vertigo to send me an ask, I really appreciate it! Next time you can save your eyes a little stress and ask my interest blog @thespiralgrimoire instead!

Top 10 Favorite Black Clover Characters

1. Nozel Silva

There are a lot of reasons I absolutely adore this unhinged bedazzled train wreck of a man. I thought my love for him couldn’t swell any bigger when I watched the anime, and then I started reading the manga, and he only gets better.

First and foremost, he’s pretty. In an extremely conventional way, but hey, it’s conventional for a reason. Even with his stupid hair, he’s just nice to look at. This is despite the fact that he literally never smiles, which is usually an important feature to appearances to me. But coming back to the braid thing, he KNOWS it’s stupid, and you know he knows it’s stupid, because he literally threatens the lives of people who criticize it. The boy made a bad aesthetic decision once when he was like 19 and said, “Oh shit. If I don’t own this, I will never live this down. It’s time to do or die.” And he owned it. He is doomed to look this stupid for the rest of his life or face an endless assault of naysayers. His pride will not allow it.

Which brings me to the next thing I love about him: He’s such an arrogant twat. Everything about Nozel screams “I’m better than you, and if you disagree with me, I will throw myself on the floor and cry.” He will not allow anyone to even entertain the idea that he’s not perfect. Even himself. Even when it’s glaringly obvious that he’s a hot mess. During the star festival, when he hears that the black bulls came in second, He Mcfreakin loses it. He gets so mad that when he can’t make Yami feel ashamed for being himself, he literally STOMPS OUT OF THE FESTIVAL. It’s chapter 104. Look it up. I’m not exaggerating.

Finally, I’m a slut for siblings, and the Silva Squad is an endless goldmine. That dynamic is what gets me through the day. I could live off sibling dynamics. Nebra and Solid worship the ground he walks on, and Noelle can’t help but look up to him, even if he’s been a huge douchenozzel to her her entire life. At this point it’s all conjecture for how that relationship will develop, but got damn, I’m in this for the long hall.

2. Fuegoleon Vermillion

Again, this man is so pretty. They really got their royal aesthetics right in this show. I am a simple person, with simple desires, and pretty men that I can make fun of is about all I need to be happy.

That being said, Fuegoleon is a nice guy. Despite having every reason to have the Higher Than Thou attitude that Nozel has, he’s respectful of everyone. This, charmingly, extends to how he treats people for better or worse. My home boy ain’t walking around pretending everyone is deserving of hand holding and forgiveness. He’s beating everyone over the head when they do something stupid. NO ONE is immune to a Teachable Moment.

Which is probably the funniest thing about him. This man is incapable of not teaching. The entire city is being overrun by zombies and he stops in the middle of defending citizens to give Noelle a pep talk and magic lesson??? Bro. Time and place, my dude. I love you.

Actually the funniest thing about him is that despite obviously being the most reserved of the Vermillions, this guy has no chill. If he’s not screaming passionately about something that someone needs to learn, he’s squaring up. He has no off switch. Sure, he’s not running around with his fists up like Meoroleona and Leopold, but if you think he’s going to be any slower to throw a punch than they are then you and I are watching different anime. He may canonically be the most intelligent of the captains, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not a meathead. And I think that’s beautiful.

Okay the ranks get harder after this because these two are so easily my favorite LOL

3. Meoroleona Vermillion

I could say a lot of things about Meoroleona, but to save some space, I’m going to refer you to #2, and also show you my favorite character from Steven Universe. You do the math.

4. and 5. Nebra and Solid Silva

These two are such bitches. At this point in the series, they only exist to a) be Nozel’s hype men and b) be the bane of Noelle’s existence, and as a writer, I respect that. There’s not a lot to them in canon, but that hasn’t stopped me from designing their entire lives and backstory. I love them so much; not only for what I’ve made them out to be, but for where they could go as characters. We’ve already seen this a little bit with their asses being handed to them in fights, and I just hope that their asses continue to get handed to them until they come around to have some respect for anyone but each other and themselves. In the meantime I’ll continue developing their personalities on an interpersonal level.

Okay I’m not done. The REAL reason these guys made 4th and 5th is because, like I mentioned before, I am a slut for sibling relationships. Black Clover does them s o well. Even with the little we’ve seen, it’s so easy to tell that their love for Nozel and each other is so deep and sincere... even if it might be just a tad bit dysfunctional. There’s so much ground to cover with how the death of their mother affected them and pushed them closer together. But I can’t imagine that they wouldn’t have been super close had she stayed alive. You can just tell in everything they do that they live for each other. They’re EVERYTHING to each other. You get the impression that these two probably don’t really know how to be people separate from their siblings, because all they’ve ever had is each other. It’s such a great dynamic to grow and explore and if we don’t get more Silva interaction in the future I’m gonna throw a fit.

6. Ladros

Okay this is the point where this list starts getting a little wonky because I like almost everyone else in the series just about the same but---

I have feelings about Ladros Ladros. I don’t even know what it is about him. His design is impeccable. Every time I see him I want to scream. What emotion does he instill in me? Love? Hate? Lust? Disgust? I really don’t know. I just know that there’s a lot of it. Look at his little black eyes. Look at his smile. His hair. His barrel chest that doesn’t fit his twink face. What a man. I sure do feel about him.

Also, he’s my preferred brand of Little Shit.

7. Zora Ideale

Everything that applies to Ladros applies to Zora in exactly the same way. Priddy and meen. At least his face fits his body.

8. Finral Roulacase

He’s such a sweetheart, and I like his new haircut. I wish he was real so he could be my friend. And I cannot stress this enough: I feel that way about NO ONE else on this list. The rest of these assholes are better off fictional, but the world needs more Finrals.

9. Henry Legolant

Unlike every other character on this list, I actually don’t think that Henry’s design is all that pretty. What I love about Henry is that his whole personality is “My fragile heart is overflowing with love and care for all my friends... and if you so much as think about hurting them, I will pound your bones to dust.” And he follows through. King.

10. Dorothy Unsworth

There is no way that glitzy baby doll Dorothy wasn’t going to end up on this list BEFORE I found out that she and Nozel have feelings jams in Glamor World. Once we see more of her I’m sure she’ll fly up the list.

So, there you go! Thank you so much for the ask! This was really a struggle to put together after #5, but I had a great time doing it.

#spinda tea #black clover #reblogged to thespiralgrimoire #if you want to see my mumbling in the tags read it there

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lisinfleur · 4 years

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EBMK - Chapter 06: Ties

Author’s Notes | It doesn't really matter how hard we try or how strong are the obstacles in our way. When something has to happen, it happens. Life is like a river: it flows. And it doesn't matter how many stones you put into a river's bed. It doesn't matter if it finds a mountain in its way. It will always find a way... Words | 3067 ⁑ Warnings: Mention to drugs, drug addiction, abuse of illegal substances, violence.

Somehow, it moved on.

Life changed, but Adrian couldn't really complain of how the weeks were going in that new way to live. He was still sleeping on her couch, but just because he told Y/N it was bullshit to build a new room in the house only for him: they should think on Patrick first and now, he and Mads were finishing the foundation for the new room, closer to hers, so the child could have its own space after it was a little bigger. Only then, they would start thinking if it was really worthy to make a room for him only.

Even because Y/N's smiles for him were telling Adrian that maybe a new room wouldn't be necessary after all.

She was a beautiful woman. And after they came into her life, she even gained some weight and was looking more healthy - since Adrian started to teach her what he had learned in those books he read because of Victoria, Y/N had learned a lot about her own body and pregnancy and now, she wasn't skipping meals anymore. They were all the time speaking to each other and Mads even took Joy and Kyle to rides through the town sometimes just to see if, being alone, something would sparkle between the two of them.

Mads was happy to see his friend smiling again. Adrian was a dedicated man and a natural father and Mads could not avoid thinking how much Victoria had explored those instincts and kindness in his friend for her own benefit. He had heard about her from some old friends' calls - people that were keeping him informed about the situation in Copenhagen to ensure they would be safe where they were. He heard about Chad's arresting: somehow the guy was being searched for tax evasion and Victoria's attempts to have Adrian arrested ended up showing the police where the guy was hidden. As long as he knew, Shon - her child Adrian used to call Patrick - was born and she was now selling the house to go back to her parents' house with the baby.

Mads never told Adrian a single word... He knew how much Adrian loved that boy and he also knew he wouldn't rest his head thinking about how the child's situation would be... So, he just kept his mouth shut...

Adrian was happy. And he wanted it to keep going this way.

Y/N was now entering the last month of her pregnancy and it made them slow down the things because Adrian was fully entertained in helping her to be more comfortable. He built by himself a wooden support that allowed her to sleep with her back more elevated; he bought her some more pillows; damn, he even went out at 3 in the morning to find a convenience that could sell him the peach pie she woke up crazy about! Mads could bet things would get settled down among him and Y/N pretty soon and he knew Joy had heard Y/N speaking about how sweet and cute his friend was.

Cute...

If she just knew what the "cute" butcher in her couch had done already... Mads giggled with the idea and his giggle called Adrian's attention. The two of them were sitting at the balcony recently finished, sharing some bottles of beer since the two of them were trying to stop smoking - it wasn't good for the kids around and Adrian had quit it for a week already so, Mads followed the same way.

"What?" Adrian asked, looking as Joy and Y/N were at the grass, playing with Kyle and trying to teach the little one how to sit by himself.

"Nothing, buddy, just thinking about how things changed for us," Mads answered, smiling.

"They did..." Adrian agreed, looking at Y/N. "And I think they'll change a little more," he completed, smiling back.

"What? Will you finally stop looking at her like a dog in front of the chicken roaster, man?" Mads' joked, receiving a friendly punch in his shoulder from Adrian as he laughed.

"Whaaat?! It's true! You're drooling since we arrived, man... You should treat this kink of yours."

"It's not a kink, come on! She's gorgeous," Adrian said, smiling. "I just didn't want to move forward before the baby was born, ya know? I mean... She's facing so many troubles, the back pain, and weight and stuff... I'm thinking about giving some more time for her to feel better instead of just throwing things like this, ya know?"

"I read on one of those books of yours that sex helps with the childbirth preparation," Mads joked again, receiving a new punch and laughing one more time before patting his friend's back. "Fine, fine... You're right. This part of their lives is very intense indeed. But I'm sure you're not the only one thinking about moving forward here, brother," Mads lifted his bottle a little, pointing Y/N who was fully distracted with Kyle's cooing. "She likes you. Joy told me she speaks about you and how... Cute... You are," he threw the word just to see Adrian blushing and giggling, clumsy.

"I'll talk to her when everything is settled down," he said, smiling.

"Go ahead, brother. You deserve something good in your life and Y/N deserves a better man for her. Full support here, bro," Mads answered, smiling at him and raising the bottle for them to toast.

"I know I can always count on you, brother," Adrian answered, touching Mads' bottle with his own before they took a sip from their beers.

The rest of the day was calm. They had taken a day to chill with the girls and Kyle so, at the end of the night, they weren't as tired as usual.

Y/N, on the other hand, was exhausted. Adrian helped her to fix the height of her bed so she could lay down comfortably, but the weight of the belly was really bothering her now.

"I can't wait for Patrick to be born," she mumbled.

And Adrian smiled at her, gently putting a strand of her hair beside her ear.

"To be honest, neither can I," he answered, smiling bigger.

Feeling when she softly caressed his hand on her face. Their eyes meeting each other with so much tenderness between them.

"You're a good man, Adrian," she started, smiling gently. "I'm glad you came with Mads. In the beginning, I thought I wouldn't be able to hold the whole situation but now... Now I'm glad you came with them that day."

His fingers slowly slid to her cheek and she held his hand, leaning her face into his palm, allowing him to move forward and keep caressing her.

Adrian smiled.

"I would wait until Patrick was here to tell you this but... Y/N, I think we..." he started.

But a noise in the living room called their attention, cutting his words and the moment when Y/N sighed scared by the sound.

"Sh... sh sh, calm down, love, I'll take a look. Must have been a loosen plank from the roof. I'll put it back, don't worry," Adrian tried to calm her down, not noticing how he called her, getting up to fix what he was sure to be a plank that fell from the roof - Mads and him were still to fix that part of the house, but with this, he would hurry Mads about the need for a new roof and repairs.

A loosen plank could fall on Kyle or hurt Joy or even Y/N and he couldn't let any of these things happen.

However, when he came out, to the living room, Adrian's eyes were surprised by a man standing near the center table, messing with a box where Adrian knew Y/N was used to put her unused money. He was strange, dirty and shaking. And he didn't even notice Adrian's presence at the door or seemed to mind the fact that his entrance through the living room window Adrian now noticed open caused a loud noise that would be heard from the other rooms.

"Fuck, Ethan, what the fuck are you god's damn doing here?" Mads came from his room, closing the door probably to protect Joy inside.

An action that triggered Adrian's sense of alarm, causing him to pull the door of Y/N's room as well.

Nevertheless, she had already heard Ethan's name and held the door before Adrian could close it, coming out to see the man who was smiling at Mads, clumsy and strange.

"Mads! Brother! Long-time no see, dude. Mind me not, I just came to pick up some money I forgot home for... for..." Ethan started, scratching his nose clearly wounded by what Adrian could see was the constant use of cocaine.

"Oh my god..." Y/N mumbled. "What are you doing here, Ethan? I told you to leave!" she spoke, nervous.

And Adrian tried to hold her back.

"Love, let us take care of this, go back into the room, please..."

"Love?" Ethan laughed, finally noticing Adrian there. "So, you already found another to fuck your pussy, bitch?"

"Ethan, stop," Mads said, trying to pick the man, conduct him outside.

But Ethan pushed him away and his whole body language changed from the friendly to an aggressive mode, pointing Y/N with his eyes glowing in anger.

"My ass! This bitch is mine, asshole! This is my fucking house! MINE!!" he yelled, scaring Y/N and triggering Adrian even more. "You won't put an asshole in my fucking bed and give your damn holes to him with my fucking child in your belly, you slut!"

"Stop!" she yelled, covering her ears, shaking. "I told you to go away! You're high again! I don't want you beside my son!"

"MY SON!" Ethan yelled and Mads held him before he could go towards Y/N, "THIS FUCKING PIECE OF NOTHING INSIDE OF YOU IS MINE, YOU ARE MINE, YOU BITCH! MY SON! MY HOUSE! MY BITCH! LET ME FUCKING GO!" he continued yelling as Mads was trying to drag him away from the house.

Adrian moved forward to help but the man kicked Mads' balls and got free, advancing towards Y/N with all his strength like a truck ready to run over her. She cringed and Adrian could, in a second, figure out why she had expelled that man from her house: the way she shrunk around herself, protecting the belly... That bastard was hitting her...

That wasn't the first time he was advancing against her like that. He already did it before. To a pregnant woman...

Adrian stood in front of him like a wall preventing him to even get close to her. Even Mads couldn't recognize his friend for a moment: Adrian doubled his size, pushing Ethan back with all the strength of his arms, causing him to stumble on Mads' legs and fall to the ground, dragging himself towards the door Adrian didn't let him reach by himself, grabbing the man by his collar, raising Ethan to his height to look into his eyes. Adrian's blues strangely fierce, almost... Murderous...

"You listen to me, and you listen closely you asshole: The next time I see your drugged face near Y/N, near this house, even near this town, I'll fucking hit your face so bad that not even your mom will be able to recognize the pieces of your body IF the police dogs are ever able to find it, was I clear? Get the fuck out of here, you piece of shit!" he growled, throwing Ethan out of the house onto the grass, watching as the drugged man got up, stumbling in his own feet.

"Fuck it! Fuck you, Y/N! Fuck you and this piece of nothing of yours! I didn't even want to have a baby anyway! Fuck it! Fuck..." he went away, vanishing at the road.

But Adrian didn't have time to really slow down the pace of his heartbeat.

"Adrian!" Mads' voice called him inside.

Y/N was on the ground. A huge pool of water around where she was sitting, embracing her belly and grunting in pain.

"She's in labor!" Mads warned, "Fuck, I'll... I'll pick up the car... Shitty bastard..." he grunted, stumbling towards the room to pick his keys.

The pain in his balls not letting him walk properly.

Adrian rushed inside, kneeling beside Y/N who immediately held his hand, fully scared.

"I don't wanna lose him! Adrian, please! I don't wanna lose my Patrick!" she cried, scared.

But Adrian held her hand tight, caressing her face, wiping her tears.

"Hey... Hey, look at me, Y/N, uh? Look at me... You won't lose him, ok? You won't lose Patrick. We'll take you to the hospital and we'll see him today, uh? He'll be born today, love. Don't worry..." he tried to keep her calm while seeing Mads dizzy at the door with the keys in his hands.

"Shit..." Mads cursed again.

"Mads, look at me, brother. I'll go. You stay with Joy in case that bastard decides to come back, ok?" Adrian said, reading the concerns in Mads' eyes.

His wife would be there alone with the child, in a house that was just broken by a drugged invader... Adrian could understand his worries.

"But..." Mads started, but Adrian cut him, lifting Y/N up into his arms.

"Bring her bag, Mads," he insisted, firm, keeping himself straight. "We must hurry."

For a second, Mads thought he should sit and read those books of Adrian. Somehow, it made his friend pretty more whole than he was when Joy started moaning in pain the way Y/N was moaning now in Adrian's arms.

"Fine," Mads said, following his friend's instructions without questioning.

Adrian seemed to know exactly what he was doing when he placed Y/N in the front seat of the car, locking the seatbelt to avoid hurting her belly, caressing her face when she grunted in pain once again.

"Hold on, love. We'll be there soon," he ensured.

Mads put her bag in the back seat and Adrian got into the car.

"Call me, brother," Mads insisted and Adrian nodded before turning the car on, driving to the closest town.

It was a small hospital, but the town's health center would serve.

"She's giving birth!" Adrian got into the place calling everyone's attention towards the woman shrinking in his arms.

In a matter of seconds, Y/N was on a stretcher, with a pair of nurses taking care of her as a man was pulling the thing towards the proper room.

However, when they crossed the door and Adrian stood outside, Y/N yelled extending her hand towards him.

"No! I want him with me! I want him here!! Adrian!" she screamed, fully scared.

And a nurse pushed him into the room, surprising him completely.

"Come on, dad put this on," she said, putting a mask and a coat in his hand.

He would say he wasn't Patrick's father, but she didn't even give him time to think. Everything was moving so fast around them and all he could see was Y/N's hand extended towards him.

"Fine," he thought, getting dressed.

He could tell everyone he wasn't the father after... Now, she needed him and he just came closer, holding her hand as she grunted in pain one more time.

"Don't leave me, please... Don't leave me alone... It hurts!" she cried again, but Adrian caressed her face, taking the sweaty strands of her hair out of her forehead.

"It's ok, love... You can do it..." he encouraged.

He felt when she clenched his hand tighter, grunting and trying to breathe the way he had showed her in the books. Adrian smiled... He was really being something good in that woman's life. He was really doing something good, after all.

His hand didn't leave Y/N's for a single second. And it was in his arms she collapsed after one last intense effort, breathing against his shoulder before the sound of Patrick's cry filled the room.

Y/N giggled against his shoulder; her eyes teary.

"You were right, Adrian..." she mumbled, "I did it... He's here... My sweet Patrick is here," she cried.

And the nurse brought the little child packed in one of the blankets he remembered she chose for the baby in a ride with him to the stores of that town. Adrian couldn't think it would be so beautiful wrapped around that child. Patrick rested against his mother's chest and Adrian could see his beautiful eyes, y/e/c orbs, like hers, looking at him from her arms.

"He's so... Beautiful..." Adrian mumbled, seeing when Y/N smiled at him.

"And he'll go with daddy a little while we take care of his mom, ok? Hold him for us, dad. We'll put mom in her room and then the big family can be together again," one of the nurses said before Y/N passed little Patrick to his hands, full of trust.

She would speak to them about this later, but for now, Y/N couldn't feel safer about the hands that were holding her child.

Adrian, on the other hand, saw himself caught unprepared. The innocent and young child was there, looking at him, wrapped in the blue blanket he bought for him, with her beautiful eyes fixed in his face.

Patrick...

Not even in his dreams, he imagined such a beautiful child. His eyes filled with tears thinking on how many times he saw himself that way, holding Victoria's child, lulling his little dream. He knew it wasn't his Patrick. Nor the child he waited for so long or dreamed about. But somehow, it was happening and for a moment, Adrian let himself forget everything and live that moment.

"Hello, buddy... I'm the guy that was speaking to you from outside... Remember?"

Somehow, Patrick looked at him, caught by his voice. And Adrian's heart filled with an explosion of emotions when Patrick's face sketched a smile.

He knew it was reflexive... He knew the children of his age - with minutes of life - couldn't really smile voluntarily. But he also knew that reaction was more commonly expressed when the child was relaxed or safe...

Patrick could recognize his voice...

That child was feeling safe in his arms.

Adrian couldn't hold back the tears that slowly slid through his cheeks.

"It is magical, bro," he remembered Mads' words speaking of Kyle.

His brother was right.

It was.

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