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I’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands)

Summary: You don't have much experience. Matty, however, does. A coffee shop AU.

Part one of two

Content: 18+, fingering, praise kink, hand jobs, first time, smut with plot

Word count: 11,059

It's not like you wanted to be a virgin in your mid-twenties. That was definitely not the goal. However, years went by, and no boyfriend was in sight. That is, until Matty entered the picture.

You met him at a coffee shop, the one you worked at. He caught your eye the moment he walked in during one of your shifts. It was cold and dreary, a typical December day in London, but you could still spot chocolate curls sticking out of a worn beanie. Wrapped in a thick knit sweater layered under a jacket, he placed his order.

"Hello, can I get a medium dark roast with a splash of soy milk?"

His thick Manchester accent piqued your curiosity, and so did his warm brown eyes. You tried not to stumble over your next words, sticking to your usual script.

"You got it. Can I get a name for the order?"

"Matty." He responded.

From then on, you saw him often. There wasn't a week that went by that you didn't see Matty at least once. Every time was the same. He would walk in with his gorgeous curls and pretty face and order the exact same thing, a medium dark roast with a splash of soy milk. His order became like second nature to you. When he walked in, almost a month after the first encounter, you were quick to speak.

"Still a medium dark roast with a splash of soy milk?" you asked, probably a little more nervous than you should have been. He had that effect on you every time he stepped through the doors. One glance with those brown eyes was all it took to make you shy.

"Oh, yeah that's it, thank you," he responded, with a quick smile. A smile you hadn't seen yet. A very cute smile.

Once you finished making the coffee, you called out the order, and he walked to the counter.

"Here's that coffee for you, Matty."

You'd thought that would be the end of the conversation, and he would walk right back out with a "thanks" like he always did. However, this time, he had something else to say.

"Thanks. You know, you already know my name, but I still don't know yours. That's bad manners on my part," he added with a chuckle.

A little caught off guard, you breathed out your name, sounding less than confident. It had been so long since someone took away your breath like that, and he seemed to be doing it every time he spoke.

"That's a lovely name. I'll see you around." he said with that same grin, and then strolled off with his coffee before you had the chance to say anything else.

—

It's fair enough to say after the most recent exchange, he took up way too many of your thoughts. You tried to convince yourself it was just a work crush, a normal work crush. He was a super cute so that's only a normal response, right? It's not like you would try to get anywhere else with him, anyway. Probably wouldn't work out even if you did try.

Well, the crush became ten times worse on open mic night at the coffee shop. Your coworker, Penny, begged you to switch shifts with her, some kind of emergency, so there you were. Typically, open mic nights were filled with out of tune guitars, pitchy voices, and slam poetry. Everyone at the shop avoided working on open mic nights.

Now, what you didn't expect was for Matty to walk in the doors with a guitar case in hand. His hair was more styled than usual. His normal curls were a bit frizzy and all over the place, but tonight his curls were well defined. He had on a knit patterned sweater, which was typical for him, and a black pair of trousers accompanied by black combat boots.

Oh God, this is about to be either really good or really bad for the state of my crush on this man, you thought to yourself. Nothing better than a man with curly brown hair that could sing and play the guitar.

He didn't approach the counter this time. Instead, deciding to sit at one of the tables and listen to the other acts. You watched him for a moment, but then went back to work. Before you could hear what Matty prepared for open mic night, you had to endure the other performers.

You weren't one to judge others for their creative expression, but they were so horrid. There were some decent ones in the bunch, thankfully. One guy played a cover song on piano, and it wasn't half bad. Most of the night was filled with a cappella covers and shallow slam poetry, though.

The moment you were eagerly waiting for finally arrived, and Matty grabbed his guitar case and took the stage. Waiting for it to be his turn was the longest hour of your life. He sat the case down on the small stage set up and opened it up. He fumbled with the guitar a bit while he sat down on the stool in front of the microphone. Nerves flashed through his eyes. They were evident by his hands slightly shaking as he adjusted the microphone closer to his lips. You were the only one watching his hands close enough to notice, anyway.

"Hello, I'm Matty," he spoke into the microphone, voice confident and smooth despite the nerves. "I'm a part of a band called The 1975, and I will be singing one of our songs called ‘Chocolate’.”

When he started to sing, what struck you first was the heaviness of his accent on the words he spoke. Even for a Manchester accent, it was thick on every syllable he sang, close to unintelligible at times. What struck you next was the fact that he was genuinely a great singer. His vocals and guitar skills were far too good for him to be playing in a random coffee shop among the mediocre slam poets and cover artists. Yep, this was only going to make your work crush worse.

Your eyes locked with his brown ones multiple times while he sang. With his eyes shining in the lights, a smile stretched across his face, and you returned it. He completely captured your attention for the entire duration of the song without trying. It was like you couldn't look away, even if you wanted to. When he finished singing, his performance elicited far more applause than open mic acts usually do. It wasn't typical for someone with serious talent to play at open mic, and the coffee shop patrons could spot the talent, too. Tearing your eyes from him, you went back to work. You didn't expect him to approach you at the counter after putting his guitar back into its case and leaving the stage, but Matty seemed to be surprising you a lot these days.

"Hey there," you said, beating him to the conversation, just as he reached the counter. "Your song was great. It's not every day that someone actually good plays here. I had no idea you were in a band."

"You can say it was shit, I won't be offended. I'm terrible at guitar," he states, rather bluntly. "But yeah, I've been in a band with a few of my mates for quite a few years now."

"Oh, if it was shit I would be sure to let you know," you added with a laugh. "Seriously, it was good. Now, can I get your usual started for you?"

"Actually no, not this time. I think it's a bit too late for me to be drinking coffee or I'll be too wired to sleep."

He had a point; it was around nine at this point. The shop would be closing within the hour. You continued, even though talking is not a strong suit of yours.

"So then, what can I do for you, Matty?"

"Since you asked, I do have a question for you," he responded promptly like he had been waiting for the moment to ask.

You quipped back, "And what might that be?" He seemed jittery, almost like how he was on the stage.

"I was wondering if I could get your number and take you out sometime. Maybe meet for coffee right here if you'd like?" His hands fidgeted on the counter as he asked.

Oh, he's asking you out, act natural, you thought to yourself. While it was common for customers to try and get your number, the interest was never reciprocated on your end. This time, the interest was definitely mutual.

"Yeah sure, that sounds like a lovely idea," you responded with a grin, reading off your number to him while he put it in his phone.

"I'll be texting you," he says while putting his phone back into the pocket of his pants. "See you soon."

Once again, he walked away, guitar case in hand. However, this time, the smile on his face was a little bigger than before, and so was the smile on yours.

—

After cleaning all the equipment and making sure everything was in order for the morning shift, you closed up the shop for the night. You resisted the urge to check your phone every single moment on the walk back to your apartment. The walk was already a short one, but the pep in your step made it even faster. When you walked through the door of your apartment, your dog Socks ran up to greet you. After you got her food bowl and fed her, it wasn't long before a text from an unmarked number buzzed on your phone.

Hey, it's Matty. You free anytime this week to meet for coffee?

You weighed the options of waiting a few minutes to not seem too eager or responding immediately, and the latter option won by a long shot.

Yeah I'm free Wednesday around 11:00 if that works for you?

He responded pretty quickly, too. Good to know it wasn't just you being eager.

That works well for me! I'll see you then :)

You responded once more.

See you then :))

You put down your phone on the coffee table with a huge grin across your face. You went ahead and finished your nighttime routine, washing your face and brushing your teeth. When you laid your head down on the pillow you couldn't get your mind off of Matty. The thought of his voice, his face, his mouth, and his hands slowly drifted you off to sleep.

—

The days went by entirely too fast and entirely too slow all at the same time. Before you knew it, it was Tuesday night. By 10:00pm, you had already ransacked your closet for something to wear, pulling out every article of clothing you owned. The pre-date anxiety wasn't helping you make up your mind. When 1:00am rolled around, you finally settled on an outfit, your favorite pair of jeans and a turtleneck sweater. Way too simple of an outfit for how long it took to pick out, but oh well. Finally, you crawled into bed, glaring at the clock on your nightstand. The numbers mocked your decision of staying up so late. You had an early shift tomorrow that would end a few minutes before the time you were meeting Matty. You had rationalized this choice in the moment before texting him. It would be better for you to already be there, and would probably lessen your anxiety, if only a little bit.

The alarm clock rang, and you hated everything. Still, you got up, put on your outfit, and finished getting ready. You kept the makeup light and styled your hair to the best of your ability. There was only so much that could be done at five in the morning. You fed Socks and gave her a pet before heading out. Once you walked out the door, the nerves weighed heavy on your chest, but you couldn't back out now.

Reaching the coffee shop, you put on a sarcastic cheery voice and greeted your two coworkers, Penny and Grady.

"Good morning, guys! Isn't it just beautiful to be up before the sun?" They groaned in unison. Tough crowd. "Well, I have something very important to tell you two. I have a date today."

"Oh my God, I never thought this day would come," Penny gasped, only half joking.

"Hey! Don't be rude! It's not like you've had much luck in the boy department either."

"Okay, stop bickering. Now, who's the man in question?" asked Grady.

"So, you know that guy with the curly hair that comes in at least twice a week?"

"Yes, we know, it's not like you've gawked at him for the past two months or anything," said Penny.

"He asked for my number at open mic night. Thanks for asking to switch shifts with me by the way, Penny. Can't thank you enough," you teased.

"Glad my car wreck could be of some assistance?"

You went through the motions of opening up the shop with Penny and Grady, and the place filled with customers all too soon. The hour was ticking closer and closer to when Matty would walk through the doors. You tried to calm your nerves, but the attempts were no good. When the clock read 10:50, you decided to go ahead and start his usual, ringing it up under your discount. You started on your coffee as well. Caffeine was a necessity.

The door to the shop opened, just a minute before 11:00, and you looked up to meet Matty's eyes. It had been two months since you first saw him, but his gorgeous eyes still left you dazed. Putting on a brave face, you decided to speak first.

"Hey," you began with smile on your face. "I went ahead and made your coffee," you said while handing him the cup.

"Don't I need to pay for this?" A confused look marked his face.

"Nah, I went ahead and put my discount on it." You walked out from behind the counter with your own coffee in hand towards him.

"Well, there goes my plan to pay for your coffee like a true gentleman." He said, heading towards an open table. He chose a booth beside the shop window. You sat opposite from him.

"I couldn't possibly let my discount go to waste," you insisted. "I get one coffee free per shift and everything else has a big discount. Truly, it's no trouble."

You looked at him while waiting for whatever he had to say next. He looked good, smelled good too. Has he always smelled this good? Since you were always separated by a counter from him, you hadn't been properly close enough to tell until just now. You quickly told your brain to shut up before you say something stupid. He spoke first.

"Okay, I'm going to start this off with my favorite ice breaker question. What's your favorite song?"

"That is a horrible ice breaker question. You couldn't come up with anything better? Something deeper, perhaps?"

"I'm a musician, of course I would ask a question like that. I think a person's favorite song can reveal a lot about oneself."

"I don't think I can choose just one," you continued by listing a few of your favorites. Definitely not a solid list. "So, what's yours, then?"

"Probably one I've written," he replies with a smirk.

"I feel like that's cheating, but I'll allow it. How did you get into music anyway? From what I heard before at the open mic, you're pretty good."

"My band mates are really good, I'm just average. Trust me, when I play with them it's obvious how shitty I am, especially next to my mate, Adam. He's legendary at guitar. To answer your question though, when I was younger, I always wanted to be a pop star. I was a huge fan of Michael Jackson. I started to learn a few instruments and then by the time I was in secondary school, my friends and I decided to form a band. I ended up as the singer somehow along the way."

"I should go see a gig soon, got any coming up?"

"Yeah, I think that could be arranged."

The small talk between you two continued and wasn’t painful like most small talk. You found yourself more enchanted by Matty the more he spoke. Everything he said, while usually laced with humor, was well thought out. It was clear he was a deep thinker, but any songwriter typically has to be one. You've realized in the time sitting across from him in the booth that you could sit and listen to him talk all day long. When you got around to looking at the watch on your wrist, you realized it had been over an hour and half since you two had sat down in the booth. As much as you hate it, you really need to get home and be productive with your day.

"I've had a great time talking with you Matty, but I think it's time for me to head out. I have a huge pile of laundry and a chore list that unfortunately will not do itself."

"Can I walk you home?"

"Isn't that a line you're supposed to pull out when it's dark to make sure I get home safe or something like that?"

"Oh, come on, you already bought my coffee. Let me be a gentleman for just a moment here."

"Okay fine, if you insist." The both of you stood up from the booth and he held the door for you on the way out of the shop. Penny threw you a wink while Grady gave a not-so-subtle thumbs up. You hoped he somehow didn't see them, but there was no way he couldn't have.

Matty kept you entertained on the short walk back to your apartment, telling you a funny story about his friend George. You found yourself laughing right along with him while he retold the story. You were thankful he did the heavy lifting during the conversation. It made it much easier on your part.

"Alright, this one's mine," you said, pointing to your building. "I do appreciate you walking me back, by the way, jokes aside."

"I was enjoying your company and wanted to make it last longer, what can I say?"

"It was very kind, thank you."

He kept looking at you, like he was deep in thought again. His gaze made you feel exposed. Originally, his eyes peered directly into yours, but they slowly shifted down to your mouth. As he stepped towards you, the air instantly grew thick. The tension could have been cut with a knife.

"You're not one of those girls that gets offended by getting kissed on the first date, right?" he spoke, almost in a whisper. Eyes still locked in on your lips, not looking up from them for one second. His face got closer and closer to yours.

"No, I'm not." His lips nearly brushed against your lips. The gravity becoming too much. Your eyes flickered between his eyes and his mouth.

"Good."

With that his lips met yours. Soft. Gentle. One of his hands carefully pressed into your lower back, bringing you deeper into the kiss. The other hand rested on the side of your face. Not knowing what to do with your hands, you placed them at his shoulders. He pulled away for a brief second, before leaning down once more to leave another quick kiss.

When he finally pulled away, for good this time, he had one last thing to say.

"I'll be seeing you," he said, giving you a wave and that same smile you had grown to adore before walking away.

You sat on the steps outside of your apartment for at least five minutes after the kiss. When you found it in you, you finally walked in the door and ran up the stairs to your apartment.

It's safe to say this was more than a work crush.

—

You walked in to work the next day with a beaming look on your face. Penny noticed immediately.

"Okay tell me everything from start to finish. Don't you dare leave anything out."

She didn't have to force it out of you. You were dying to tell anyone about your date at this point, so you went through every detail, including the kiss.

"Girl, he is so into you," Penny replied.

"Well, I would hope a kiss would mean he's into me. I personally don't kiss people I hate."

Work was slow that day. Not too many customers. Matty didn't walk in that day, which was probably a good thing for your sanity. He did however make his appearance once again, two days later. He walked through the doors in his usual attire, a sweater and a pair of jeans. His eyes lit up, just a little bit, when he saw you.

"Your usual, I assume?"

"Yeah, of course." A soft smile lighting up his face.

Instead of walking away from the counter like he usually did, this time he stayed right by it as you started making his coffee.

"Do you have any plans tomorrow night?"

"I think my schedule is open. You have a suggestion for me to fill it?" you said, a smirk on your face.

"My band has a gig tomorrow night; thought you'd might like to come and see it."

"Oh yeah absolutely! Give me the time and place and I'll be there." He pulled out his phone and texted you the details. It was at a small venue in downtown London.

"I won't be able to see you before the show starts but go up to security after it's over and tell them your name. They'll let you backstage."

You finished up his drink just as he finished his sentence. "Here's your coffee, Matty." You handed him the coffee. His hand brushed with yours, lingering longer than normal. Definitely on purpose. He was looking at your lips again. "I'm looking forward to seeing the show."

"And I'm looking forward to seeing you after the show." He winked and walked out the doors.

As soon as he was out of sight, Penny appeared right behind your shoulder.

"You have got to look hot for that tomorrow. I'm coming over after work to help you with your outfit."

"Where did you spawn from?"

"Oh, I was just in the back listening like any good friend would, of course!"

"I don't know if you listening is a comforting thought or a concerning one." A laugh making its way through your voice.

"Well, be thankful, because I am going to ensure you look hot."

Penny stuck to her word and walked home with you once both of your shifts ended. Right when she walked through the door of your apartment she went to the closet, completely ignoring Socks’ cries for attention.

"I think we have some things to work with here." Her hands full of clothes. She had you try on her first idea, a mini skirt with a button up blouse. Her reaction was immediate. "I mean you always look hot, but this outfit just isn't doing it for me." This went on for quite a bit.

"Penny, can you make up your damn mind before I lose my own?"

"Okay, okay, last thing. Try on this." She hands you a dress that had been laying in the back of your closet for who knows how long. It was black and had a collar alongside a V-neckline. The skirt of the dress landed at mid-thigh. Once you stepped out to show her, she nearly yelled. "Yes! That's perfect! Now time to put the other pieces together." From the large selection of shoes in your arsenal, she landed on a black pair of chunky Mary Jane style shoes.

"Is it to your liking now?" you asked.

"How about you wear these?" She held out a pair of fishnet tights.

"Penny. Absolutely not!"

"You'll look so good though, but fine, I'll accept defeat," she frowned. "Wear these instead." She handed you a pair of sheer black tights. Those you could manage with. She finished the look by gathering a few accessories. Picking out a couple of necklaces and rings. "The look is complete," she said, giving a quick bow.

"I actually really like it. You have good taste." You gave her a hug and thanked her. The two of you walked towards the door. She began to walk out before she stopped to say something.

"By the way, wear some cute underwear underneath that dress, you never know what could happen."

"PENNY! Go. Out the door, now. Bye!" You refused to let your mind go there, yet.

—

You woke up the next morning already antsy about the show that night. You tried to not think about it, but you couldn't get your mind off of it. When it was acceptable to start getting ready, you began with your makeup. Normally you went light with it, but today you decided to focus on your eyes. With a light hand you went in with a dark purple eye shadow, and then blended it out with medium tones. Next came the eyeliner, the scariest part. Keeping your hand steady as possible you drew a small wing onto both eyes. After more attempts than you care to admit, they were even. You finished the rest of the make up and went to put on the outfit.

You walked out the door and headed to the nearest train station. The venue wasn't too far, but it was far enough that you did not want to walk it, especially not in those shoes. When you made it to the venue, there was decent line to get into the place. You wouldn't have guessed the band was this popular from the way Matty talked about it. It seemed like it was nearly going to be a full house. Since Matty put your name on the guest list, you didn't have to have a ticket, very convenient.

After you were in the building, it wasn't very long before the show started. However, there was enough time for you to make it to the bar and get a drink. You'd hoped the liquid courage would come in handy later. The place was indeed packed. Since it was standing room only, you decided to stand more towards the back.

The set was fantastic. You could tell Matty was much more comfortable preforming with the band than he was by himself. Totally different stage presence compared to when he sang at the coffee shop, particularly when they played the same song "Chocolate". If there were nerves in Matty this time around, you couldn't tell. The bottle of wine in his hand while he sang likely played a role in that, though.

Once the show was over, people slowly filed out of the room, and you waited until you could make your way up to the security guard at the front. The security guard walked you backstage when you told him your name. Matty was right there when you made it backstage, engulfing you in a hug. He was sweaty and shirtless at this point, but you didn't mind. Not one bit. This was the first time you were able to see all his tattoos. He didn't seem like the type of guy to have a chest piece, but you stood corrected.

"I didn't see you out there, thought you bailed on me for a second." He joked, breaking the hug. "I'm so glad you were able to make it."

"I would have at least texted you if I wasn't able to make it. I was just in the back because I didn't feel like fighting the crowd to get closer. Speaking of which, when were you going to tell me your band was so popular?"

"I don’t think we’re that popular. People just show up when we have a gig. I don't get recognized in public that often."

"I think that's called being popular, Matty. Next time, I'll show up earlier so I can get a closer view. The set was great by the way. I'm going to have to look up the band when I get home."

"Want to meet my band mates?"

"Yeah, of course!"

His hand met your lower back as he walked you to the green room. He introduced you to his friends, Ross, George, and Adam. They teased Matty just a bit for bringing a girl to a concert. You felt your cheeks flush, and not from the alcohol from earlier. You didn't stay and talk for a long time since it was getting so late, so you said bye before following Matty out of the green room. He decided to put on a shirt by now, much to your disappointment. Once you exited the venue, Matty spoke.

"Think I could walk you home again?"

"Well, I took the train this time, I don't want you to have to go in an opposite direction just to walk me home. I'll be fine."

"I don't live too far from you, actually. About a ten-minute walk. We would probably end up taking the same train anyway."

"I'm not going to be able to talk you out of this, am I?"

"Sorry darling, but no."

"Let's start walking then."

The walk to the train station and the train ride to your apartment was filled with laughter. You were both slightly tipsy. You from the drinks at the bar, and him from the bottle of wine he kept on stage.

"So, now that you've seen the amazing Adam Hann at guitar, I think it's safe to say I am shit at guitar." Matty said, stepping off the train. You both made your way up the stairs of the station and walked towards your apartment.

"I mean he's better than you, yeah, but that doesn't mean you're shit at it. You should see me try to play sometime. It's fucking hilarious."

"I could teach you some chords. How to play ‘Wonderwall’ or something like that."

"Oh God, not ‘Wonderwall’. Anything other than that, please." He lets out a strong laugh at your comment, but you weren't wrong. ‘Wonderwall’ was so overdone.

"Alright, I'll teach you something else then. Anything you want."

You two approached the steps of your apartment, but you didn't want the night to end just yet. So, you had to think fast. "Want to come inside and meet my dog?"

"You have a dog? I love dogs. You should have told me sooner." He followed you through the doorway of the complex and up the stairs to your apartment. As soon as you opened the door, Socks ran to see you. When she saw Matty though, she was a bit confused.

"Her name is Socks by the way," you told him.

"Oh my God, what a cute name." Matty got down on his knees, held his hand out to the dog, and soon enough she warmed right up to him. You left the pair where they were and walked past them, going for Socks’ food bowl.

"Sorry to interrupt, Matty, but I have to feed her. It was too early for her to eat when I left for the concert."

"That's alright," he said, making his way over to sit on the couch. You were thankful you cleaned the place up before you left. You wanted to join him on the couch, but you had to change clothes first. Your feet were killing you and you hated the tights.

"Here's the remote for the television. Put it on whatever you want. I desperately need to change clothes. I'll be right back."

You went into your bedroom and shut the door, not noticing his eyes following you the entire way there. You changed fast, not wanting to be rude. From your dresser, you grabbed a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. Next you stepped into the bathroom adjoined to your room and washed off your makeup. When you walked back in the living room, you saw that Matty put New Girl on the television. Good choice. You took the seat next to him, leaving a bit of room in between.

You sat there and he sat there. Both absorbed by the awkward silence while the TV show played. Socks ate her food in the corner, the only sound other than the show. Matty quietly cleared his throat. Seemed like you were going to have to do the heavy lifting here.

"So..." You began, breaking the silence. "What kind of ideas do you have planned for our next date? Unless you want me to come up with something." His eyes left the television and turned to you. God, you wished his eyes didn't have such an effect on you, and the alcohol from earlier wasn't helping.

"I have plenty of ideas, just going to depend on if you want to do them," he said, a questionable look on his face. It was obvious he still had some alcohol in his system, too.

"Oh? Like what? That sounds a bit mysterious by itself."

"Well, I thought I could invite you over to my place next Saturday and cook something for you. Be all romantic and shit." The look on his face was kind and sincere. Either the alcohol made him have his guard down, or he was just comfortable with you. You couldn't tell which one for sure.

"That sounds like a good idea. I will judge your cooking skills harshly, though."

"I would have expected no less from you," he said with a small laugh. His cheeks were turning pink.

You felt the conversation begin to lull again, so you spoke. A cheeky idea in mind. "Any other plans besides cooking for me?"

"To be honest, I did not think that far ahead."

"I have an idea," you said without hesitation.

"What might that be?" His eyebrows raised and his body turned to you, awaiting your answer.

"Maybe we could do something like we're doing now?"

"Sitting on the couch while watching New Girl, struggling to make conversation?"

"No, I was thinking more along the lines of this." By the end of your sentence, you leaned in and connected your lips to his. Matty was caught off guard. You hadn't been so forward with him yet, but he was quick to kiss back. You broke away first. The both of you breathing heavy. "Sorry, probably should have asked you before I did that."

"No need to say sorry. I don't give a fuck," he replied, placing his hand on the back of your neck to pull you back in. The kiss was heated this time. His hand that was at the back of your neck went up into your hair. His other hand made its way to cup the side of your face, bringing you in closer. Both of your hands threaded through his hair. You've wanted to run your fingers through his curls since the moment you saw him.

His lips were warm and soft as they moved against yours. In an instant, his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth in response. His movements were slow as his tongue explored your mouth. As smooth as you tried to be, you trembled with nerves. You felt like you were going to explode. Matty broke away for a moment. His eyes bore into yours. Pupils wide and dilated.

"Are you alright, love? You're shaking like a leaf," he breathed. His thumb rubbing gently on your cheek.

You looked into his eyes for a moment before the eye contact became too much to bear, eyes shifting back to his wet lips. "Yeah, I'm fine." The warble in your voice didn't agree with the words you said, but you pulled him right back into the kiss. Without missing a beat, Matty continued to kiss you, becoming more eager. He moved his hands from your hair and face and relocated them to your waist. In one swift movement, he dragged you from the place next to him until you were sitting on his lap. Your knees were on either side of his hips. His hands, still on your waist, pulled you flush to his body. You tried to keep up with the movements of his lips and tongue, but your inexperience was showing. The movements of his mouth were skillful against yours. It was like he already knew all the places that would make you melt.

You were falling for him. Fast. His hands slipped under your shirt, grasping onto the skin of your hips and waist. He began to push your hips down into his, ever so slightly. You reciprocated the movement on your own, grinding your hips into his. He let out a small groan into your lips at the feeling of your movements. Part of you wanted to hear that sound again, but part of you knew this was about to go too far really quick without telling him what you knew you needed to. Somehow, the voice of reason in your head won, and you pressed lightly on his chest to break the kiss. His eyes stared into yours again, pupils wider than before. His lips red and swollen from the pressure of the kisses, chest rising underneath your hands like he couldn't catch his breath. Beneath the look of arousal on his face, he seemed worried.

"Did I do something wrong?" he breathed out, shifting his hips slightly. You could feel him under you. You were out of breath too. You really had no idea how to put it lightly, so you just said it.

"I'm a virgin." You didn't know how he was going to take that message. Men typically either didn't react well, or they thought you were something to corrupt.

"Oh." There wasn't any judgement in his voice, just a hint of surprise. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, that wasn't my intention." He gently went to move you off him, back to where you were sitting at first. He tried to subtly adjust his pants, but it wasn't all that subtle.

"No, no, you didn't make me uncomfortable at all. I promise," you assured him, hands cupping his cheeks. The worry on his face eased a bit. "I just thought I should tell you before anything went further."

"Thank you for telling me." The smile on his face returned. Thank God you, thought to yourself.

"We can keep going, if you want to?" The anxiety was right back in your voice, your moment of confidence gone.

"As much as I truly would like to..." His eyes lingered on your lips before looking you up and down. "I can't keep going knowing that you’re even a little bit tipsy. I want to make the moment special for you, really." You were more relieved than disappointed. You didn't put on cute underwear out of spite to Penny's comment yesterday, and that decision came back to bite you in the ass.

Socks had perfect timing, saving you from another moment of awkwardness by jumping onto the couch. You and Matty finished that episode of New Girl while Socks sat between you, enjoying the pets from Matty. When the episode ended, Matty had to go. It was one in the morning at this point. You got up and walked him to the door. Before he left, he grabbed your waist gently, and pulled you in for a soft goodbye kiss.

"Next Saturday at 6:00pm we are having that date at my place. I'll text you the address." With one last kiss and a smile, he walked out the door.

—

"YOU WHAT?"

"Penny, oh my God, shut up. We are at work."

"How did you expect me to react to you coming in here and telling me you and Matty dry humped on your couch last night?"

"PENNY."

"Am I wrong? Is that not exactly what you said?"

"I didn't say it like that."

"That's what I heard."

"It seems like you have selective hearing."

"I swear to God, if you don't wear cute underwear this time."

"I am not talking to you about my underwear at work, Penny."

"I'm just saying. Oh! Don't forget condoms!"

"SHUT UP!"

—

The week leading up to the next date was uneventful. Matty came in mid-week like normal. You didn't even ask if he wanted his usual and started his coffee right when he walked in the door.

"Not going to make sure my order hasn't changed? What if I've become an oat milk guy since I came in last?" He walked up to the counter with a grin on his face.

"You can't go changing up on me now, Matty."

"I would never," he laughed. "So, are we still on for Saturday?"

"Yeah, of course. What are you planning on cooking, by the way?"

"That's going to stay a surprise."

"Is that another way of saying you have no clue?" You handed him the coffee cup. His hand grazed yours.

"I'm not going to answer that."

"You still haven't given me your address."

"Oh shit, sorry," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "There. Now you’ve got it," he said with a smile on his face.

"I'm looking forward to it. Just don't give me food poisoning."

"I'll try my best."

—

Saturday rolled around fast. After rummaging through your closet yet again, you chose a simple outfit, a hoodie and a pair of jeans. Once you fed Socks, you went out the door, trying not to be overcome with nerves. The walk to his apartment was just about ten minutes, like Matty had said before, so you didn't have too much time to dwell on those nerves. Reaching his door, you gave it a quick knock, and it swung open after a moment.

"I wasn't expecting you to be early."

"Matty, I'm five minutes late."

"Fuck, you're right," he said, looking at the time on his phone. "I must have lost track of time. Come on in. I'm still cooking." You stepped through the door into Matty's apartment, and you were met with chaos in the kitchen. Seemed like he hadn't even started yet. Two big pots sat on the stove top, and multiple cans of tomato were stacked onto the counter. He stood next to the counter, wearing an apron. Very cute.

"What are you even trying to make?"

"Uh... spaghetti?"

"Do you want some help?" You didn't want to be rude, but you wanted to eat something edible tonight.

"I want to say no, but I know if I do it will be a disaster." You walked into the kitchen and stood next to him, looking at the recipe he had printed out. The kitchen wasn't big. You were practically standing hip to hip. He was staring at the recipe printed out on the counter like he had no idea where to even begin. To be fair, the recipe he picked out wasn't an easy one.

"Matty, I think you managed to pick the most complicated spaghetti recipe I have ever seen. Go ahead and start the pot of water while I work on the sauce." Matty filled the pot with water, placed it on the stove, and then turned to you, watching you start the sauce.

"Sorry. I was supposed to be the one cooking for you."

"I love to cook. It's no trouble. Next time though, go for the pre-made sauce. Making it yourself is a pain in the ass."

"I'll redeem myself next time, promise."

The rest of the cooking went smoothly, for the most part. Matty almost burned the bread, but it was salvaged before the damage could be done. The both of you filled up your bowls with the spaghetti and went to sit on the couch.

"This is really fucking good," Matty said, after eating some of the spaghetti. It was true, you outdid yourself.

"I couldn't have done it without you."

"Oh, yes, you could have."

"Boiling the pasta is a very important job, Matty." He let out a strong laugh at your reply. He then reached over to grab the remote to the television off of the coffee table and hand it to you.

"Here. As a repayment for basically cooking all of dinner, you can put on whatever you would like."

"You're giving me a lot of power here."

"Choose wisely."

You racked your brain for a moment for a good movie to put on, and then it hit you. "Oh! I have the best movie in mind." A devilish smile spread across your face.

Matty watched as you searched for the movie, until you finally landed on it. "10 Things I Hate About You? Really?"

"What? It's a classic."

"It's cheesy."

"All classics are cheesy. You're the one that gave me remote control power here."

"If it's what you want to watch, then I guess it’s alright." Matty got up for a moment as you pressed play and took the empty bowls into the kitchen to put them in the sink. When he returned, he sat right next to you on the couch. You were already nervous, and he hadn't even done anything. As the movie played, you both made small talk about certain parts of the movie.

"It may be cheesy, but Patrick serenading Kat with the school band is a cinematic masterpiece."

"Okay, maybe the movie isn't as bad as I remembered." Matty took the opportunity to stretch out his arm around your shoulder and pull you into his side. With that simple movement, the movie was the last thought on your mind. All you could think about was the weight of Matty's arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close. Matty turned his face towards you. His eyes locked onto yours, and his lips were mere inches apart from you. "Are you paying attention to the movie?" He shifted, eyes staring at your lips before you spoke.

"Not really." Your voice held up under the nerves.

"Me neither," he paused. His brown eyes jumping back to meet yours. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes."

His lips met yours. At first, they moved soft and slow against your lips. Both of his hands cupped your face, and your hands made their way around the back of his neck. You were more confident with your movements against his lips than the last time, but he still left you dazed. Your breathing picked up, desperate for more of his mouth.

When his tongue flicked against your bottom lip, the kiss intensified. He moved one of his hands from your face and threaded it through your hair, firmly holding onto the back of your head. His other hand held your hip, and you made your way onto his lap, just as you were a week ago. Matty pulled away from you, but before you had time to react his lips connected to your neck. His lips and tongue worked in tandem, pulling small gasps out of your throat. Your heart was pounding onto your rib cage. Hands trembling behind his neck.

Matty could feel the tremors in your hands. Lifting up from your neck, his eyes met yours in sincerity. "Relax, sweetheart. I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to. You're safe with me." His words calmed you, as he continued to suck on your neck. Suddenly, his lips were replaced with the graze of his teeth, making you jolt. "Is that okay?" His voice was muffled against your neck before he relocated to another spot near your collar bone.

"Mhm," you hummed in response. You didn't want to know how needy your voice would sound if you tried to speak out your answer. His lips were hot and unrelenting against your neck, leaving marks behind. His tongue ran along all the places he bit and sucked at, soothing them.

Both of his hands moved to hold your thighs that straddled his hips. Fingertips digging into them. His grip tightened as you carefully began to move against his hips. Matty broke off from your neck, looking you deep in the eyes. His hands slipped underneath your hoodie, tracing the skin underneath it. His touch on your bare skin drew a small sound from your mouth. Your skin was fiery from the contact of his fingertips. The touch was careful and hesitant, but it was clear what he wanted.

"Can I take this off?" His voice was timid and out of breath. He didn't want to go too fast.

"Yeah," you whispered. Your voice was in the same shape as his. Apprehension was laced in your words. As soon as you gave your answer, his hands slipped your hoodie right off. His eyes bore into you as he looked down at your body, panting through parted lips.

"Fucking hell. Did you wear this for me?" The gaze of his eyes was so intense you had to break the stare. You rested your face in the crook his neck at his comment, losing courage fast. You did indeed listen to Penny this time, and bought a lacy black bra and underwear set earlier this week.

"I was worried it was going to be a little bit much." Face still hidden away from him.

"No, no, it's not. Don't hide your face," he said, fingers clutching your chin and guiding your face, so it was inches away from his, forcing you to be eye to eye once again. Matty removed his own shirt before connecting your lips back together, giving you the chance to run your hands down his bare chest. Your fingertips traced over the tattoo in the middle of his chest, and his reaction was immediate. His tongue worked its way into your mouth, pulling all the air out of your lungs as you continued to grind your hips onto him.

Without warning, Matty pulled you up from the couch by your hips and led you back towards his bedroom. His lips locked against yours until you made it into the room. The back of your legs hit the bed behind you, and then he broke away. Matty held eye contact as he sunk down to his knees in front of you, holding onto the back of your thighs. His eyes passionately looked up into yours, alternating between your wide eyes and your lips, completely enamored by you. He couldn't look away. Your lips were puffy from the previous kisses. You stared right back as his hands traced along the top of your jeans.

"Can I take these off?" he asked. He meant it when he said he wouldn't do anything you didn't want to do. He was going to make sure everything he did was okay. You hastily nodded in response to his question, but that wasn't enough. He needed more than that. "I need to hear you say it, love." He gave the skin above the waistline a small, open-mouthed kiss before looking back at you.

"Yes, you can do whatever you want." he chuckled slightly at your eagerness, but he was just as desperate for you. His hands slowly undid the button of your jeans before he pulled them down over your hips and thighs, keeping his eyes connected with yours as his hands removed your jeans. By the look of desire on his face, and the budge in his pants, you could tell he enjoyed your choice of underwear. The black lace against your skin was a sight he would have to commit to memory.

He stood back up and sat you down on his bed. He stayed right in front of you as he took off his own jeans with haste; pupils wide and blown. His lips were swollen and red, a sheen of saliva on them. You reached out for him, anxious for his touch. Hands running up into his brown curls pulling him down to kiss you, tugging the brown locks.

At the feeling of you pulling his hair, he groaned into your mouth. Unsure of what to do next, you let one of your hands glide down his chest, towards the growing bulge in his boxers. Before you made it, though, he intercepted your hand with his own. His hand completely covered yours as he pulled back to look at you.

"Did I do something wrong?" you asked.

"No, darling, you didn't do anything wrong," he reassured you quickly. His other hand came up to hold the side of your face, brushing your lower lip lightly with his thumb. "I just want to take care of you tonight. Is that alright?"

"If that's what you want to do."

"It most certainly is." Matty moved to sit up on the bed, but he didn't sit next to you. Instead, he sat towards the top of the bed, sitting against the plush headboard. He leaned back against it with his legs spread. "Come here. Lay back against my chest." Your confusion must have shown on your face as you stayed where you were sitting for a moment. "Stop thinking about it so hard, babe." His voice was teasing, but his face was genuine as he motioned you over to him. You listened, and crawled towards him on the bed, turning around so your back laid against his bare chest. The contact with his skin made you shiver. His thighs were on either side of your hips. You could feel yourself pressed into every part of him.

The nerves you thought had calmed down flared back up as you waited for Matty to make his next move. He began by taking his hands and placing them on your thighs. Matty rubbed up and down the lengths of your thighs before he pulled them away from each other to spread your legs apart, mirroring his own. His lips found your neck again, leaving kisses and small bites from the back of your ear all the way down to the crook of your neck. His hands moved from your thighs, dragging them along your hip bone until they spanned across your stomach. He decided to speak again. His breath hot in your ear.

"God, you look so good in lace. Going to be a shame to take it off." Your breath hitched as one of his fingers dipped under the waist band, but he made no effort to remove the undergarment. His hands moved again, this time towards your chest. "I think this can stay on as a compromise," he said with his hands over your breasts. He was teasing you. One of his hands glided down your stomach back to the waistband of your underwear. The other hand gripped you around the waist, pulling you in so you were against his groin. "Feel how hard you're making me?" You pushed your ass back against him, forcing a groan leaving his lips from the pressure.

"Is this okay?" he asked, fingers toying with the waist band. All you could manage was a gasp. "Use your words sweetheart." His voice was firm, but still gentle as he ran his fingertips tentatively underneath the waistband.

"Yes, please," you replied in a whimper. He trailed his middle and ring finger down to tease at your inner thighs before he finally placed them over your clothed clit. Matty planned to drag this out as long as possible. He pressed down in small, very slow circles, causing you to jerk back against him. A moan slipped from your throat.

"That feel good?" He left another hot, open-mouthed kiss on your neck before he trailed his fingers down lower, feeling your arousal through the underwear. "Already this wet for me? You must want it bad, huh?" His fingers continued to move against your clit over your underwear. You were growing restless, practically whining as your hips moved against his fingers, craving his touch on your skin, but he was unyielding. He wanted you to ask for it. "What? You need something else?" he asked, voice thick and sultry.

"Matty, please."

"Please what? If you want me to touch you, you're going to have to tell me with your words."

"Touch me. Please touch me. Please, please, please." You were gasping for air. Your chest moving up and down at a fast pace. You wanted him. No, you needed him.

"Such a good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" His comment made the blood rise to your cheeks. "I'm going to take these off now, alright?" He grabbed the waistband of the underwear and pulled them down your thighs. You stifled a gasp when his fingers pressed against you. One of your hands reached behind you to thread through his hair, while the other went to cover your mouth as he began to circle you in a fast motion. Matty wasn't going to allow that. His free hand coming up to pull your hand from over your mouth. "I want to hear how good I'm making you feel.”

You don't think you could have held back your moans even if you tried, whining at the movement of his hand. Your hips moved aimlessly against his. The constant movement against his erection was becoming too much. His groans were hot against your ear. His arm wrapped around your waist and pinned it to him, ceasing your movements. "This is about you sweetheart, remember?" he added, voice strained. He trailed a finger downwards, gently circling your entrance. "Can I?"

"Please," you begged. You wanted as much of him as he would give you.

He slowly worked a finger into you, waiting until you were comfortable before thrusting deep in and out of you at a careful pace. "Fuck, you're so wet," he breathed into your ear. By this point, his other hand moved its way past your breasts and rested around your neck, giving your neck a gentle, but constant squeeze. You choked out a moan at the pressure on your neck, writhing against his groin once again. Heat spread across your skin. You knew he wanted to be careful with you, but you couldn't take the slow pace of his movements. You needed more.

"Matty, please put another one in and go faster. I'm not going to break, please." you begged. You were desperate, you didn't care if you sounded that way.

"Eager?" he replied. You didn't have to beg again, though. He wanted to please you. Matty pushed another finger into you and increased his pace, curling his fingers up so they brushed against a spot that made you jerk against him.

"Oh, fuck," you cried out, tightening your grasp in his hair. Your head fell back against his shoulder as his fingers thrusted in and out of you, going deeper and deeper with every stroke. The heat began to build in your lower stomach, wounding tighter with each of his movements. His hand left your neck and rested below your navel. He pushed down onto your lower stomach with his hand while his fingers continued to move. A choked sob left your lips. The tension within you was growing tighter.

"You like that?" he asked as if he didn't already know the answer, picking up the pace of his hand. You pulsed around his fingers with every stroke inside of you.

"Matty—" you rasped. His name was the only thing you were sure of right now. His fingers hitting every spot you needed them to. The heat in your stomach was reaching a breaking point.

"Something you're trying to tell me, love?"

"Please. I'm so close, please."

Immediately, he drew his hand from your stomach and began to circle your clit. The sensation from both hands was too much. Your hips stuttering against him. Electricity began to run through your skin as your hands went down to grasp at his thighs for support. Nails digging into the skin.

"Go on, sweetheart. Don't hold back," he murmured. His lips reattached to your neck, sucking hard on your pulse point.

His words, the feeling of his tongue, and the prodding of his hands sent you over the edge. You cried out his name at your release. Your muscles tensed around his fingers as the pleasure enveloped you, trembling in his hold.

"That's it. That's a good girl," he whispered into your ear, continuing to rub your clit to help you come down.

You stayed against him, trying to catch your breath as he removed his fingers from inside of you. Your skin still buzzing with pleasure as his other hand held your chin to pull you in for a kiss. Wanting to deepen the kiss, you turned around to sit in his lap, but he held back your face before your lips could meet his. His fingers that were inside you came up to prod against your lower lip.

"Clean them off for me, yeah?" he asked. His pupils were so wide you could barely make out the brown ring around them.

You did what he asked, opening your mouth to take his fingers in as far as they would go. Your lips closed around his fingers while your tongue pressed against them; you could taste yourself on his fingers. He slowly dragged them out of your mouth, never breaking eye contact with you. You craved more of him.

"Please fuck me," you begged, voice shaky.

Matty sucked in a sharp breath. He wanted all of you, but he was determined to wait. His hands held both sides of your face before he spoke. "Next time, but not tonight, okay? I just wanted to take care of you tonight, to take things slow."

"I want to make you feel good, too. Please, Matty." Your hands were on his chest, raking your fingernails down him softly. The only thing separating your bodies was the thin fabric of his boxers. He was still hard against you, straining against the fabric.

"I'm fine, sweetheart," he insisted. Although, he was losing composure fast at the feeling of you against him with nearly no separation.

"If you won't fuck me..." you breathed out, moving your hips. He winced as you ground down against him. "Is there something else you'll let me do to get you off? You can use my mouth if you want." He groaned at the thought of your lips wrapped around him but pushed the image aside. That would happen later, not tonight.

"Fucking hell, I'll compromise. You can jerk me off. That alright?"

"Yes," you replied with a quick nod. "I'll do anything you'll let me."

"Go ahead," he prompted, voice thin. You went to move off of his lap, kneeling beside him. You gradually ran your hand down from his chest tattoo until you reached the bulge in his underwear. You splayed your hand over his clothed erection and pressed down carefully, looking him in the eye. His hips jerked against your hand as you continued to apply pressure. "Fuck," he groaned. You moved your hands upward to hook around his waist band, pulling the garment down.

He was big. A bead of precum formed at his tip. Your hand trembled as you grasped around his cock. Your fingers barely made their way all around him. His chest moved up and down as he breathed deeply, watching as you held him in your hand. Unsure of exactly how to do this well, you looked up at him.

"Do you want some guidance?" he asked without you having to say anything. His eyes were glazed over as they looked back down on you. You nodded hesitantly in response, and this time he didn't pry at your lack of words. "Alright." His hand moved down until it was wrapped around yours over his cock. His hand completely encapsulated yours, making you feel small next to him. He began to guide your hand to move up and down his shaft at a careful pace. His breath picked up at the feeling of your hand around him, struggling to speak out his next set of instructions.

"Just start out slow, don't press too hard at the tip." You continued to follow the movements of his hand, occasionally glancing up to see the look on his face. His lips were parted, still puffy. Pieces of hair hanged down over his forehead. He removed his hand from yours to let you touch him on your own. You were still careful with your movements, but held him firmly in your grasp, using his precum to glide your hand at a faster pace.

You were still unsure of yourself. "Is that good?" you asked, meeting his dark eyes.

"Fuck. Yeah, that's good keep going just like that." His words only egged you on. You increased your pace, giving the head of his cock a gentle squeeze. His head fell back against the headboard as a choked sound left his lips. You took his exposed neck as an opportunity to attach your lips to his neck, sucking right above his collarbone while continuously moving your hand. His hips jerked when your lips met his neck. "Shit, love. You're so good. Fuck."

He was getting close. His lower stomach was tensing, and his cock pulsated in your hand. Strained sounds were coming out of his mouth. You removed your lips from his neck and moved your freehand to the back of his head, forcing him to look you in the eyes. The eye contact was all it took. He spilled over your hand while you continued to stroke him through his orgasm. His first instinct was to pull you in by the back of your head for a quick, but heated kiss.

"Here, let me get you some tissues," he said, reaching for the box of tissues on his nightstand to clean up the mess on your hand. You stopped him with your clean hand.

"No, I got it," you replied, eyes dark. You took each of your fingers into your mouth, licking them clean while he watched with his mouth wide open.

"Shit. How about we do this again, same time next week?"

“Is that gonna be the ‘next time’ you mentioned earlier?”

“You’ll have to find out, won’t you?”

#matty healy #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #matty healy fanfic #the 1975 fanfic #smut #writing #this is cross posted to ao3 so go give it a kudos pls #hopefully this isn’t bad #reposted this on here to make it aesthetic

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Ch. 1 - Illusion of Excellence

Kurogami University, an elite institution nestled within the heart of Japan, exuded an aura of prestige and grandeur. Its meticulously landscaped gardens, adorned with vibrant cherry blossoms and modern architecture, painted a picture of academic brilliance and success. For you, a young and ambitious student, this was a dream come true.Usually, only those of privilege were the ones who even had a chance of tasting the possibility.

You weren’t much different in that aspect. One of your aunts was a bank CEO. She made a generous donation to help get you in, along with your decent grades and recommendations.

As you stepped foot onto the campus grounds, you could feel the excitement in your veins. Tales of Kurogami’s excellence had reached far and wide and were not lost on you. From its distinguished faculty, diverse educational programs, to their endless opportunities. To you, attending this prestigious university meant a chance to escape your more humble background and begin to make your mark on your desired industry.

First things first, you need to drop your stuff off at your dorm. Like most people, you tried to keep your luggage to one or two bags, as extra personnel were prohibited from entering campus grounds without prior authorization. Besides, there were several stores and markets within a short distance from the campus. So, it wouldn’t have been too inconvenient to make new purchases for your needs.

As you carried your duffle bag across the courtyard, you noticed some of the uniformed figures with blue arm bands, seemingly directioning people. One of them must know where your dorm was. What was it again? Oh yeah! That one.

Approaching someone, you waved your hands towards them. “Excuse me, I’m looking for-”

They interrupted you without hesitation after giving you a quick glance up and down, “Freshmen are supposed to head to the main auditorium for assignments. Please follow the signs.”

“Huh? But I already know my-”

“Please follow the sign to the main auditorium for freshmen assignments”, they repeated, projecting their voice more. You could tell they were trying to tell any freshmen in the vicinity, but it felt like they were just yelling in your face.

Looking towards the similarly dressed figures, you saw their actions mirrored the one in front of you. With a sigh, you looked around and followed the cutely decorated signs. It had cute origami flowers and butterflies lining it, accented with painted petals along the writing.

Following along, you started feeling the weight of your baggage weighing on your shoulder. You take a minute to drop your bag and massage your shoulder. Why did the hallway feel so endlessly? How did you fail to realize how large the facilities actually were?

Finally, you heard the loud chattering of young adults. You hurried along, worried about missing anything. Your also casually dressed peers didn’t hide their status, even in mundane outfits. You saw name brand shoes, suitcases, a noticeable shine from jewelry. Should you have done the same? You assumed you would get your uniforms early on and didn’t particularly care about your outfit’s first impression.

Others didn’t seem to pay much mind at the moment, so busy conversing among themselves while others were also busy trying to catch their breaths. Making your way into the room, the doors quickly closed behind you. The shudders fell on the upper windows and a spotlight shone on a woman.

She was pristinely dressed, a white hidden-button down shirt, deep navy pleated pants, finished off with a match navy blazer that hung on her shoulders. Her wavy blonde hair was tied in a lazy low ponytail she let rest on her shoulder. From your place at the far door, it was a bit difficult to see everything clearly, even if you had 20/20 vision. Moving across the stage from the far left, she was followed by the light to the podium, clearing her throat in the mic.

“Good afternoon, freshmen”, all you could hear was her trained professionalism, “I’m going to keep this short since I’m sure you’d all like to rest and get used to your surroundings. You are not here for your dorm assignments.”

You could already hear a few soft groans from those that wished to rest immediately but you heard her give an amused hum as a response before continuing.

“You are here for your rank assignments.”

Huh? Ranks?

“You have been sorted in different dorms based on your chosen majors. Heartavica for fine and liberal arts. Spadela for mathematics and sciences. Clovire for athletics and manual trades. And Diamonganto for business and law. Should you choose to change majors, you will be moved into the proper dorm building. However…”

Her amused tone morphed into something dark and more sadistic. Even if you didn’t make eye contact with her, you felt her eyes send a chill up your spine.

“You are permitted to change majors only twice. And only in your first two years here. After that, all major changes will not be accepted.”

“Seriously?”

“Isn’t that a bit harsh? I’m still a freshman.”

“But isn’t the payoff kind of worth it?”

You couldn’t help but agree with some of them. You were already starting college. What’s with the extra pressure? Though, could you say you’re that surprised? While applying, you couldn’t apply as undecided. You just went with what you felt like you could do best and make money. You just hoped you made the right decision.

The woman leaned forwards, “However, rest assured that we will provide the resources you require to succeed. Now then…”

You will be ranked based on a card deck. Ranks are Aces, Faces, and Numbers. As you leave, you will receive your school provided phone.Log in to your school, register it as yours. The same setup as always. You will receive your rank and dorm number in an email. Any questions can be asked to your dorm heads or a faculty member.”

You’re all dismissed. Get comfortable and rest well.” Then she turned to leave, back the way she came. The shades rolled up the windows.

That was…quite the first introduction.

You expected the university to be a bit strange, due to some rumors. But you wanted to dismiss them for being just conjecture and idle gossip.

Taking a deep breath, you turned around when you heard the doors open. You were one of, if not the, first to get your phone. While you were still processing the sudden info drop, you still felt both nervousness and excitement surge through you as you logged in and registered.

You didn’t entirely understand yet, but you could sense the weight of the rank system before officially knowing your own part in it.

You took some deep breaths before tightening your grip on your phone. No. You had to calm down. If you could put off knowing for a little longer, you might’ve. But you had to look now to know your dorm. After looking at the email, you saw your dorm and rank were-

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. There. I took twisted wonderland inspiration, mixed in some Classroom of the Elite and Kakegurui, yeet it in the oven, set the kitchen on fire, and this is whatever was left over after the fire department left.

I don’t know, man. I’m kind of proud of how it turned out, but I don’t have any real confidence in it. I’m open to any constructive criticism or feedback.

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 30. brb x oc

( i wish tumblr suggested me different gifs I DONT REALLY LIKE TO REPEAT THEM EVEN THOUGH I LOVE THEM???)

a/n: i have no idea if what i wrote is even legal to do.......but I've seen people writing similar stuff and I wanted to give it a try > - > also!Yeah, I created a college for Bea, because I felt....uncomfortable using one that already exists h a h

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: *taps mic* Rooster is absolutely whipped.

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29

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Beatrice watched with wide eyes as Bradley chatted with the man inside the taco truck as if they were close friends in full Spanish. He spoke so smoothly, no accent at all. Since Spanish was somewhat similar to Italian she could understand a few words, but not the whole sentence.

He would switch back into English to ask her what she wanted then go right back to Spanish without missing a beat. She just stood there,dumbfounded, thinking that the possibility of Bradley getting even more attractive went up exponentially. He thanked the man after grabbing the tray with their tacos, quesabirria for both of them with a side of fries and soda, before they went to the picnic styled tables not too far from the food truck.

Once they were seated, Beatrice couldn’t help herself, “I had no idea you spoke Spanish.” she says, bringing her own plate closer to herself while Bradley chuckles as he pops his soda open, “I–since when??”

“Oh, it’s been a while.” he replies, bringing the soda to his lips to take a sip, then setting it aside when he was done, “A few years.”

Beatrice supported her chin on her hand, furrowing her eyebrows as she was still digesting the information that her incredibly handsome boyfriend spoke another language. She lowered her hand once she felt she stood there looking at him dumbly for too long, “I…” he looked up from his plate, giving her a little smile that clearly showed he was more than pleased about her reaction, “It’s…nice.” and very attractive “I-It’s very nice…”

Bradley didn’t even try to hold back the full blown grin, licking his thumb clean from the consommé as he opened the lid, “Thank you, babe. It took me a while to get this good.” her cheeks are such a sweet pinkish red color as she opens the little container on her side as well.

There’s something about Beatrice still being affected by him even after their time together that’s so fascinating to him. While he doesn’t blush like she does whenever she’s cute with him, he is just as smitten by her presence. It was very nice for his ego, he couldn’t lie.

And when she says she likes one of his favorite foods, the ego burst doubles in size. She does get a bit messy, there’s consommé all over her lips but she is doing that little dance you do when you like a food, moving side to side with her cheeks full. It was a bit colder, he had to admit he was starting to get bothered about it a bit, but the heat from the food truck behind them and the lights above their heads helped keep the warmth.

They talk for a good while, almost reminding him of their first date together at the Trooper diner. Maybe it was the way she still sounded excited when talking about her personal interests or it was just the way her cheeks reddened too, but it brought back great memories.

And that kiss, whew, he dreamt about that kiss for days after it happened. That red lipstick made her mouth appear like fresh berries. She was just wearing a light lip gloss now, one that gave her lips a light pink sheen, but he couldn’t help but look down towards her mouth from time to time.

“You have a bachelor degree in Political Science?” Beatrice repeats, wide eyes looking right at him, “I had no idea! Brad! You never told me!”

“I told you now, gorgeous.” he replies, smiling while wiping his lips then his hands, laughing at the way her eyes narrowed at him, “I mean, I don’t usually tell a lot of people. It’s in my file and you know, sometimes it’s a good conversation starter.”

Beatrice then rolled her eyes with a smile, “Still! I think it’s very interesting.” she says sweetly, “Did you like it?”

“I didn’t hate it.” he says with a shrug, “It was interesting, it definitely helped me when I entered the Navy.”

Beatrice looked at him with amazement, leaning her chin on her palm as he explained it, “Well, I think it’s really cool.” she smiles, then looks down at her plate sheepishly, “I majored in Art at Northride College…I really liked it. it’s what I’ve been wanting to do for so long, you know? It’s where I met Shells and Ev, and the other girls too. I think–” she pauses, thinking about it for a few seconds, “I think it was the best time of my life. I had broken up with Eric, I moved out of my parents’ house and moved to campus and I experienced a lot of stuff I’ve never imagined.”

Bradley smiles at how her eyes shine when talking about it, she’s so proud of herself he couldn’t help but be proud of her too. He knew how much pressure her family had put on her, honestly after meeting them he could understand why she’d feel so relieved to do something for herself. “I mean,I’ve seen some stuff you did. You are incredibly talented.” he says, bringing the soda to his lips, “But there’s still the one you don’t want to show me because it’s a surprise…”

Bea chuckles, “It’s true! I am my worst critic and it has to be perfect!”

“It could literally be a stick figure Bea, I’d still think it’s incredible.” he says after putting the soda aside, “But,I will respect that and give you time so you can show me whenever you want.”

“Thank you,Roos.” her cheeks reddened yet again, taking another bite of her taco with a little smile. “I was also,” she begins, after swallowing, “Part of the Mountain Rams club with Ev, we used to go hiking and camping all around California.”

Rooster blinked, it was like the cupid shot him in the heart again. She likes video games, she’s sweet and she likes nature and hiking? He almost felt like he was losing his mind because Beatrice was literally just perfect for him, “I didn’t know you liked that kind of stuff.”

“I love it, to be honest!” she smiles, “Me and Ev went up to San Gabriel Mountains once, we met some Pomona college students too and we had tea together while sharing stories about our colleges. It was so fun.”

“You know, I thought there was no way I’d fall even more in love with you, then you drop that?” he whistles low, pressing his hand over his heart, “Babe, you’ll never get rid of me. We could go hiking together sometime.”

Her green irises sparkled with interest, “I’d love that! I haven’t hiked in so long! Shells never wants to go with me,” she rolls her eyes, “She used to be part of the Debate club, she says she can handle climbing words but not climbing hills…she even said how weird it was that I joined the hiking club instead of the singing club.”

He had the memory of when Shells sent him the Karaoke video, which he still had in his phone because he just couldn’t stop looking at how beautiful Beatrice was, and noticed how Beatrice had a certain intonation that went higher than the normal karaoke goer. He also heard her hum songs often, her voice even without being sung had a lot more power than he ever heard, “You do have a nice voice.” she disagrees without saying anything, shaking her head, “You do, though.”

“I’m as tuned as a screaming cat.” she laughs, looking at her hands, “I’m not that good, I like singing but– you know? It’s not like I’m the new Adele or whatever.”

Bradley supported his chin on his hand, keeping his eyes on her with a little smile,”I think you are tuned, I mean…you scream my name really nicely–Ow!” The subtle kick on his shin under the table makes him stop and laugh quietly, covering his mouth with the hand that once supported his chin, Beatrice’s wide eyed stare only making him laugh even harder.

“Bradley! We are surrounded by people!” she chastised in a whisper, then her gaze softened, “I’m sorry for kicking you, are you okay?”

“You can always kiss it better.”

“Bradley.”

He laughs silently, his shoulders shaking as he tries to hold back the pure amusement darting through him, “Whaat? I’m not lying, am I?” his girlfriend says nothing, but her face turns a bright scarlet as she eats the final pieces of her taco, chewing it so she wouldn’t bother with a reply, “It’s really nice.” she glares at him by the corner of her eye, turning her head to face the sky above them.

He stops after a while, finishing his own dinner before they decide to leave. He thanked the people in the food truck, again in perfect Spanish, before they walked back to the Bronco. He couldn’t help but give her butt a little tap when she walked around him to enter the car, laughing to himself at her straightened up - and wide eyed - position, with the quiet ‘Bradley!’ coming out of her mouth.

“So, do you want to go home yet?” he asks, resting the inside of his wrist on the wheel as he leans back on the seat. She takes a while to reply and a small part of him worries she’s actually mad at him. He relaxes when Beatrice says she doesn’t feel like going home yet but what could they do?

He smirks, “Well, I think I have an idea.”

“No!”

“What? Come on!” he calls, beckoning her close “It’s okay!”

They were both outside the base, well, sort of.She was outside, Bradley managed to get one of the back gates open - she had no idea who he talked to or what he did to achieve that- and he was partially inside with his arm stretched towards her, “Bradley! Is this even legal?” she asks quietly, almost hiding herself behind his car.

“Babe, I work here.” he beckons her again, “Come on! It’ll be fine!”

Beatrice looks back towards the base, then at him then to her surroundings. She clenches her eyes, muttering to herself before she walks from around the car to grab his hand. She makes a worried noise when the gates click shut and lock, standing closer to his torso with a deep frown. The base was massive and at night it was almost impossible to see what was going on, she could only see silhouettes of buildings and the faint lights that illuminate specific areas in the distance.

“Where are we going?” she asks quietly, still looking around herself, “Brad! You didn’t say if this was legal or not!”

“It’ll be fine.”

“That’s not an answer!” Bea reprimanded quietly, hugging his arm while being on edge, every little sound making her head snap up in worry. What was he thinking? What was she thinking? She could be responsible for making him lose his job! Oh no, they had to go back before anyone noticed them. But moving Bradley back was a chore, he was muscular and taller than she was, so it was like a chihuahua trying to yank a rottweiler away from their bowl of food.

She gave up with another worried noise, walking alongside him. He was so relaxed, strutting like nothing could affect him unlike his girlfriend who was just freaking out inside, “We’re almost there.”

“Where is almost there?” she replied in a quiet voice, frowning more the deeper they got into the base, “Bradley, where are we going?”

“Just a few more minutes, gorgeous.”

Beatrice groaned, pressing her forehead to his bicep and deciding to not look to wherever he was taking them or else she’d have a full blown panic attack thinking they could get caught. But she does pay attention when he stops and there’s a click, being followed by the sound of something opening and they go back to walking.

She feels no more wind around herself, so she could only assume they were indoors. Blinking, she lifts her head from his arm to look around, seeing they were in a room surrounded by lockers. She continues looking around, rubbing her fingers together as she takes in the area she’s currently in, stopping at Rooster who’s leaning his shoulder against one of the metal doors and is smiling at her “...Why are we here?”

Rooster shrugs, pushing himself away from the door, “Felt like it, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” She watches him fidget with the upper compartment of his locker, a smaller door that creaks open. He reaches inside with both hands, whatever was inside shining under the light above their heads. A helmet, not any helmet, but his helmet.

She gasps softly, approaching him to have a better look, seeing his call sign written right in golden yellow letters, “Woah…” she whispers, looking down their distorted reflection on the dark visor, not seeing how Bradley’s eyes softened while looking down at her, “This is your helmet.”

“Yep,” he says, offering towards her, “Here, hold it.”

Beatrice stares at it for a few seconds, “What if I drop it?” she murmurs, seriously worried and looking up at his expression, frowning when he looks weirdly entertained, “I’m serious! What if I drop it?”

“Gorgeous this thing handles more than you can imagine. Dropping won’t change anything.” he bounced the helmet in his hands, “Believe me. Just hold it.” she still gives him a weary look, but her smaller hands cup the sides of the helmet to bring up to her line of vision. Her worried façade turned into one of wonder, tilting the helmet this way and that to see every part of it.

Rooster’s chest bloomed with affection at how careful she was being, running her fingers on his call sign with a little smile, “Try it on.” she snaps her head up at him, her smile faltering. She laughs softly, furrowing her eyebrows in an ‘are you serious?’ expression, but he just nods to the helmet “I’m serious, go on.”

“I…” she looks down at it, his call sign yellow and bright staring back at her, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, here,” he picks the helmet from her hands, “I’ll help you. Pull your hair up in a low bun.” she blinks up at him but does as he says, pulling the brown tresses up so the bun would stay low on her nape. “There you go, now,” he lifts the helmet up to her head, not being able to contain his laughter when she follows the movement with her eyes, uncertainty all over her green irises, “Bea, it’s fine. Just relax.”

“It’s easy for you to say.” it's a weak chuckle that comes out of her, but she lets him slide the helmet on her head. It was already heavy in her hands, clearly meant to protect the pilot after all, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. She blinks up at him with a smile, feeling him fix it for a few more seconds then pulling his hands back.

Rooster couldn’t help the grin on his face when he stepped back to have a better look, the helmet wasn’t too big so it stayed in place as she touched it. His stomach fluttered with the same butterflies when they had their first date, adoring her just by existing and being there.

This whole ordeal was risky, but Mav was anything but reliable. The older man just told him to go for it and he’d deal with everything else later. “You look good. How is it? Uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s fine.” she replies, “Your voice is just a bit muffled though.” she looks around a bit once she drops the visor down, not being able to stop herself from doing so, “Woah, this is so cool.”

“Now you know how I feel most of the time.” he says, following her line of vision as she continues turning around with the visor down.

“You know something I never asked you?’ she begins, only the lower part of her face showing as she gestures in his direction, “Why is your callsign Rooster?”

He chuckles, running his hand through his hair as he leans against his locker with his shoulder, “It’s because I wait for the right moment during a fight, just like a rooster does to the sun.” he explains, still looking at her with a smile on his face.

“Ooohh,” she nods, then flips the visor back up to expose her big eyes looking back at him, “I don’t know why I thought it was because you like waking up early. I guess it made sense in my head.” She made no other movements to remove the helmet, so he didn’t do anything either.

She then opened her mouth to speak,but her face got bright tomato red so she just looked down at her feet instead, ignoring his confused look. “What?”

“Nothing! Nothing at all!” she said quickly, pulling the helmet off her head and giving it back to him with her face still red. She tried to comb her hair down as she pulled it out of the bun, still not meeting his eyes, “Just…thinking…”

“Thinking, huh?” he repeats, placing the helmet back into his locker, “What could you be thinking that made your face turn so red?” In response she inhaled sharply with her cheeks turning bright crimson, “Ohh, Bea, were you thinking something naughty? Because if you were, I want to know.”

“I…it was just…something that popped up, nothing more.” she replied, playing with the ends of her flannel sleeves, thinking that the floor was more interesting than the thought that the reason Rooster got his callsign was anything but innocent. She hated her brain sometimes. He didn’t have to know that!

But boy did he want to know what she was thinking about, closing his locker to step closer to her fidgeting form before tilting her chin up, “I promise not to tell anyone.” he teases, enjoying her indignant little huff as she looks back down to the ground, “...oh,fine, don’t tell me. I guess I’ll have to yank it out of you when we leave.” she knew he meant in the less than Christian way too, making her face flame up even more, “But, come on, there’s something else I want to show you.”

She blinks up at him, then takes his hand as he leads them out of the locker room and out another door. She just looks around the darkened hallways in amazement, the roar of the ocean seeming louder in such a silent area like this, their footsteps being the only thing she could hear besides the sea hitting the base.

He stops in front of her when they reach the end of the large hallway, before he opened a door she had no idea it was there. He steps in first, looking back at her so she could come inside as well, smiling when her eyes focused at the large silhouette. “Roos, is this–”

“Sure is.”

His fighter jet, which was under maintenance because of the last mission, stood proudly in the middle of the empty room. Beatrice tilted her head up, that thing was so massive she felt her vertebrae hurt from looking up for so long. There is a sliver of moonlight that shines through one of the high windows, illuminating the plane for her eyes to see, “Wow…” she hovered her hands on the side of it, looking back at Rooster, “Can I…? Touch it?”

“Go ahead.” he says, approaching her slowly, “I’m sure the plane won’t mind it.”

Beatrice looks up to the jet again, pressing her palm to the curved metal with her eyes wide. She had never gotten so close to something like this, running her hand over the surface, feeling where the iron was melded together then touching the underside of the wing with her fingertips. “I can’t believe you control this.” she whispers, “It’s—it’s huge.”

Rooster walked up by her side, his own hand following the same path her hand did before patting the metal fondly, “Yeah, it sure is a big asshole this one.” Bea looks up at him with a questioning gaze, “But it can be managed, with enough care and training.”

“Still, it’s amazing that you guys do this.” she replies, almost petting the side of the plane as if it was a dog, “I don’t think I could ever do it.”

“I think you’d be good.” she makes a disbelieved sound, “I mean, you are smart, you pay attention to your surroundings, you’d be a good pilot.”

“I’d be a pilot with severe anxiety Roos,” she laughs, “But thanks, I’m honored you think I could ever fly something like this.”

“You flew your way into my heart, gorgeous.” he says smoothly, leaning down to press a kiss to her warm cheek, “Like the angel you are.” Angel? That 's new. She dragged her eyes up to meet his, about to ask him where that came from but he beat her to it. ‘That’d be your callsign too. Because you can’t be from this world.”

Beatrice’s mouth drops open and she laughs quietly, quickly slapping a hand over her mouth in fear someone could hear her, “I thought I was a fairy?” she says softly, looking at him from the corner of her eye, “You always call me that.”

“Angel works just as fine. I can come up with more if you want to.”

Bea looks down at her feet with a shy smile, “I wouldn’t mind.” is her whispered response.

Bradley chuckles, dropping his hand from touching the plane to step back, holding her hand in his, “Come on, we better go now.” He isn't in a hurry, he just comments as if he’s telling her about the weather. Beatrice nods, letting him guide her all the way through again.

There’s a figure wandering by in the distance and she freezes, “Roos,” she calls quietly, but he doesn’t stop, even if she drags her own feet back hoping they could hide somewhere. The figure suddenly brings up a flashlight, shining right in their faces and Beatrice couldn’t help but scream and hide herself behind Rooster.

They were caught. Oh no, oh no! He’d lose everything he worked for, he–

“Jesus, Mav,” comes Rooster’s voice above her, one of his hands shielding his squinting eyes, “You don’t have fucking blind me?”

Mav? Pete?

The older pilot flicks the lantern off, smirking at the two, “Just wanted to check your reflexes.” he tilts his head, seeing Beatrice’s body slowly creeping out from behind Rooster, “Hi, Beatrice.”

“H-Hi Mav.”

Maverick walks back to the gate that immediately unlocks and he pulls it back enough for them to walk out of the base, him right behind. Beatrice notices that behind Rooster’s Bronco there’s a bike she hadn’t noticed before, a bike that belongs to no one other than Pete Mitchell, “I hope you kids had fun,” Pete says, waiting for the gates to click and lock, sliding something in his back pocket, “As short as it was.”

Beatrice just looks at him with wide eyes, then turns her head to Bradley who is looking right down at her, “We did,” her boyfriend replies, “But we better go now. Thanks again,Mav.” She watches as Rooster engulfs Maverick in a hug, the older man clapping the other pilot in the back in a fatherly embrace. Beatrice is still trying to understand what happened but she too hugs Maverick in thanks, hurriedly entering the truck behind Rooster.

Maverick stands in front of the Bronco when the lights come up, squinting in surprise but throwing out a ‘fair enough’ as he looks at the two. He salutes them off, his body getting smaller and smaller as Rooster reverses the car off and back into the road. Beatrice couldn’t help but look behind herself to the base once they were far enough, ‘“Is Mav going to be okay?”

“Yeah, you’d be surprised at the type of shit he pulled over the years.” her boyfriend chuckles, “This was child’s play.” she hums, falling back to her seat and trying to hold back a yawn, “Someone is tired.”

“A little,” she smiles, the fatigue finally keeping up with her after getting so nervous while sneaking inside, “But I had fun.”

“Yeah?”

“I always have fun with you.”

Rooster exhales something, smiling cutely as he drives the car one handedly, using the other hand to support his weight against the window sill and cover the lower part of his face. He’s shaking his head diminutively, but she could see his cheeks were flexed in a grin. He laughed breathlessly, the lights outside giving him a yellowish orange glow but not enough to show how his own cheeks seemed to darken over her words.

“I am,” he begins once he drops the hand from his face, “Going to kiss you so much once we get to your house.”

Beatrice giggled, her body relaxing on the drive back, “I can’t wait.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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snakes-and-fluff · 7 months

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Project Voltage Mikus ranked by my personal taste from most to least favourite:

-Ghost. Glitchy ghost Miku. GLITCHY GHOST MIKU!! When I saw this one I gasped, it's so so good That fact that her tie is a little glowing ghost-wisp? The muted and simplistic colour palette? The "01" badge being a wisp floating next to her arm? I cannot stop screaming about it. It's. Perfect.

-Ground. Honestly it doesn't really look like Miku but I don't care it's a baller design and I love it, it was made to appeal directly to me with the adventuring themes and the tattered cloak. Her hair does remind me of thorns more than ground tbh but she still deserves her spot here

-Fighting. Of course she's paired with Sirfetch'd for the leek! I had no idea what direction Fighting-type was gonna be and while I am a little sad we don't get ripped Miku I can't deny that this design is great! The dark brown accents really help make the rest of the outfit pop and her hair is leeks you can't get much more on-brand for Miku than this

-Dragon. The mini-cloak worn over one shoulder, the claw hairclips, the sword that doubles as a mic?? Fantastic. I also think this is the design that fits her partner Pokémon best - she really does embody Miraidon

-Fire. This one is fun! Her hair is insane and I'm not entirely sure what's going on with those leggings (are those just patches of bare skin? how would you even wear those), but I love her eyes and her jacket. This is the one I want most as a module in a Project Diva game

-Psychic. I love it so much, she's so cute! It's a pretty understated design but I feel like it really works, ya know?

-Ice. I really, really like this one... mostly. The bright green gloves take a bit of the appeal away imo - on her eyes and earrings and tiny dots throughout her outfit the green accent colour is fine but the gloves take up too much space to be fully green. Her ice-heels are incredible though, no notes

-Steel. I don't what I expected for Steel-type, but it certainly wasn't a samurai! A pokéflute being worn as a sword?? Inspired. Her hat looks like it can double as a cymbal in case she needs to make some impromptu music

-Bug. Tiny little Miku! The bangs over her front resembling antennae and the multiple wing motifs on her outfit are next-level adorable. She fits in the palm of my hand

-Dark. I love her umbrella-mic, 20/10 that's the best accessory of the lot easily. And I like the rest of the outfit , but I don't like what they did with the pigtails - I understand that one's crescent-moon shaped but the fact that they are so wildly different in length and volume is really throwing me off

-Flying. This is the epitome of a Flying-type trainer's design. She's soft and flowy and looks like she belongs in the clouds. I don't know what's up with that single dark blue glove though

-Normal. The vibes are impeccable; she's just having a chill time. I really like all the colours that are going on and can rest easy knowing that this Miku definitely smokes weed

-Fairy. This one is very, very close to overtaking Normal but the face keeps throwing me off. Her skirt is very cute and I love her puffy socks. I get what they were trying to do with the hair but it just looks like she got strawberry bubblegum stuck in there

-Water. I like that the pigtails join together at the end - absolutely insane design, 10/10 - but it just. Doesn't look like Miku. I can certainly believe this as a water trainer design in one of the games tho

-Electric. You just took a regular electric trainer, gave her pigtails and called her Miku. It's an okay design overall, even if I feel like it's more on the bland side

-Grass. I flip-flop on this one, but my feelings are generally neutral. It doesn't really look like Miku imo but it does kinda look like Miku's cousin so I'll let it slide

-Rock. For one thing, I keep looking at that design and thinking it's ice. And I'm just not a huge fan of the flowy bridal-dress look (I know there's an alternate version and I do prefer that one... but only slightly, so it stays here)

-Poison. The epitome of overdesigned. Also why did you choose mustard yellow accents? On the goggles and gasmask it looks okay but in the hair?? Awful.

DISCLAIMER: this was in progress as the designs were being revealed and after I've had to chance to let my feelings on them digest for a while my opinions might change but this is how I feel about them all currently. Overall, pretty great!

And in case you have no idea what I'm talking about: https://www.serebii.net/music/projectvoltage/

#vocaloid #hatsune miku #miku hatsune #project voltage #pokemon

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happybird16 · 1 year

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Hewo Tay ❤️💖 hope you're having a great day

*taps into mic*

If you had to headcanon the aot charas from states, where would they be from and why [are you basing it off their vibe/ or canon personalities?]

Okay some of them actually stumped me for a bit, but here we go!! I mostly went with ~vibe~ from staring at a Map of the US!!

Levi: He strikes me as a northern city boy, braving tough streets and dreary weather. I’d say he’d be a New Yorker or maybe from Illinois! Could even be New Jersey! Somewhere with rough streets and gangs! Imagine him with a cute accent!!

Erwin: A sun-kissed country boy! Not too far from a bigger city, but he definitely grew up around farms! I don’t think he’d be too far south, but definitely spent most of his youth bailing hay at one of the farms for some extra cash! That’s how he’s so beefy!! I’d say he’s either from Missouri or one of the Virginias!!

Hange: This one’s difficult, but I picture them as a country bumpkin from the Deep South, maybe Florida, but they move to California as soon as they’re old enough to be independent!! Basically running away from home!! They want a new experience!! And people are so much more accepting there!!

Eren, Armin, Mikasa: These three grew up together, so I have to do them as a group!! I picture them growing up in a city, but not somewhere nearly as rough as Levi. Somewhere with nice suburbs, a good school district and a community library!! But also somewhere with forests and hills to adventure in!! I’d say somewhere in Pennsylvania!! (Also so Armin can not have seen the ocean, but desperately want to)

Connie: FLORIDA!! Some of the most hilarious people I’ve ever met have been from Florida!! He definitely grew up near the coast taunting those weird little lizards that are everywhere!

Sasha: You know she’s a country girl!! Grew up on a farm, no where near a big city! I’d say Nebraska!! She strikes me as a farm girl, but also the type to have dealt with hard winters!

Jean: He pretends to be a big city boy, but he actually grew up in the middle of nowhere. It wasn’t really farm lands, just emptiness and his tiny little home town. I’d say Michigan!!

Reiner: For some reason I’m picturing him somewhere far north, where it gets really cold during the winter. He’s so sturdy he’s completely resilient to the cold weather!! I’d say Maine or Vermont!

Zeke: He grew up in a big city for sure, but somewhere not far from the coast!! I picture him as some-what of a warm weather boy, so maybe one of the Carolinas?

Miche: Same as Erwin!! The farm he worked on was owned by Miche’s family so they became friends!!

Onyonkapon: I want to hear him with a cute Mississippi accent so bad, so I’m saying there for only that reason!!

Moblit: California!!! They meet Hange there!! He’s socially anxious so he spends a lot of time at the beach, casually drawing people as they pass and the shifting environment!! He can surf!!

Gabi and Falco (and Colt): These two grew up together too!! Somewhere with nicer suburbs and near a relatively large city, but they live more on the outskirts!! Somewhere relatively close to Reiner too! I’d say Massachusetts!!

Floch: Ohio.

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The Eighth Child (~TUA AU~) - Season 3

Chapter 10: Double Wedding at the End of the World (II)

Warning: Strong language, mild sexual content, mention of death

(The Eighth Child Masterlist)

Not wanting to create bad blood right before the wedding, I went in search of the boys and their bachelor party. It wasn't hard to find them as they sang (horribly, might I add) to I've Had the Time of My Life in the lobby.

"Cause I've had the time of my life and I've searched through every open door..." Klaus sang into the mic.

"Til I found the truth and I owe it all to you!" I sang and he lifted his gaze, lighting up when he saw me.

"Vicky! I thought you were having a thing with Sloane," he ran to drag me to the 'stage'.

"Well, things went a little sour after she said some stuff, so I thought it would be better to come here instead of losing my cool and hurting her again."

"Good choice," he praised, handing me a mic. "Okay, gentlemen, we have a new addition to our little soirée. Go on, pick a song."

"Well, since Ben isn't here," my voice cracked when I imagined how happy he would be for us. Underneath all that facade of disgust and mockery, he had always been supportive and wanted for us to be happy more than anything. "I'll sing a song he used to love when I would play as a kid."

"Oh, I know, I know!" Klaus joined me with his microphone to sing our duet.

"If you bring out the Ragatanga again..." Diego threatened and we laughed.

"Well, now that you mentioned we kinda have to," Viktor tried to fight a grin. "It'll be my next choice. Hope I still remember the choreography."

When that familiar melody from the song A Lenda by Sandy & Junior started playing, my eyes filled with tears. Ben was crazy for that song, he would keep it on repeat every time we put that CD on. He would be the one singing with me if it wasn't for everything that happened and took him from me.

"Bem lá no céu uma lua existe vivendo só no seu mundo triste. O seu olhar sobre a terra lançou e veio procurando por amor," I started.

"Então o mar frio e sem carinho Também cansou de ficar sozinho. Sentiu na pele aquele brilho tocar e pela lua foi se apaixonar," Klaus continued with that cute little accent of his.

While he carried on, I looked up at the mezzanine. Just as I suspected, Sparrow Ben was up there watching us with that bitter look on his face. I just knew how much he wished he was invited, but that wasn't my department, I couldn't decide for the boys.

"Hey, I can hear your thoughts," I called, hoping maybe there was a chance of him having at least a little bit of my brother in there. "If there's anything in the world that would bring the old Ben out is this, you love that song!"

"What? He's spying on us?" Luther frowned.

"Se a lenda dessa paixão faz sorrir ou faz chorar, o coração é quem sabe. Se a lua toca no mar, ela pode nos tocar pra dizer que o amor não se acabe," Klaus and I joined our voices for the chorus, and part of me truly hoped Ben would come down and be with us. Just the way he used to be, a little goody-two-shoes in the middle of us misfits. God, how I wish I could give him one last hug.

Instead, the Ben upstairs simply scoffed dismissively and left which upset me so clearly that Diego jumped from his seat, leaving his cigar behind to hold me in his arms. A hug from Diego completely unprovoked was the rarest occurrence, he must've really felt bad for me.

"Hey, I don't mind if you all do the Ragatanga after you're done," he whispered.

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"Hey there, Vickynha," Diego rolled his eyes fondly when I opened my door. "Lila told me it's apparently the maid of honor's job to help the bride get ready, so here I am."

"Awww, you big softie! Come in, I'm almost done with my makeup, maybe you can help me close the dress and make sure the veil stays in place... So, how far along is she?"

"W-what?"

"Lila, she's pregnant. You're very excited about it, and worried, and scared."

"Two months, I can't hide anything from you with this mind reading of yours."

"You say it like you could before, I know you like the back of my hand," I got up to put the boho style dress on. "When I look at you I don't see this lone wolf vigilante everyone sees. I see my Dieguito, who is embarrassed of his stutter even though there's nothing wrong with it, who loves telenovelas even though you'll never admit it, who stabbed me in the eye a billion times."

"I don't see some lame CEO when I look at you either," Diego chuckled, clumsily buttoning up my dress. "You're just Vicky, Vicky who helps everyone and lives her life to make other people happy. Vicky who loved Stanley more than I did at first, even though he's not mine."

"He's not?" I frowned. "So he's not my nephew?"

"No, he's Lila's friend's son. She brought him here to make sure I'd be a good dad."

"Damn it, and I still love that little shit."

"Me too, him and his leaky ears that smelled like puke. He was a good kid, or tried to be."

"No matter what happens, I know you are a great dad. I'm sorry I said you weren't, you were still learning and nobody's good at something the first time they try."

Diego nodded, looking at my reflection in the mirror with tears in his eyes, but I knew he wasn't the type to cry. He simply grabbed a bunch of hairpins to stick my veil to my hair and pressed a kiss on my cheek.

"You are a beautiful bride, linda, and I'm proud of you. Even if you're a weirdo who's marrying that other weirdo... I l-l-love you and I'm so fucking happy you picked me to be your maid of honor. Te amo, Vickynha."

"Também te amo, Deiguito."

After getting ready, we both headed to the lobby. The rest of the family was already there waiting, Viktor standing on his tiptoes to cover Luther's eyes so he wouldn't see Sloane.

"Don't worry, Vicky, he can't see you either," Diego ran to cover Klaus' face while escorting him to the elevator. "We'll get to the venue and send it back up so you and Sloane can make your big entrance."

"Are you ready for this?" she asked with such a genuine grin, I couldn't be mad at her. She didn't seem upset at all about what happened earlier.

"I've been ready all my life," I took her hand while holding my little bouquet on the other and we walked into the elevator together. "You look beautiful by the way."

"So do you."

There was a ding as the doors closed and a few seconds later another ding as they opened. Everyone was waiting, staring in anticipation until a unison gasp took me by surprise.

"Oh my God, Schnucki, you look perfect," Klaus breathed in awe. For a second he looked like a little boy, that little boy who I asked to kiss once when we were nine. That same look of wonder on his face, the same devoted eyes that melted my heart. That made me, more than anything, sure he loved me. "Like an angel."

"You look like a fairytale prince," I cried.

"Let's get this over with before I die of cringe," Ben said, watching Luther admire his fiancé with the same loving eyes, unable to say a single word.

The chairs and the flower arch were waiting outside on the patio. Klaus took his place as the groom while Luther and Sloane sat to wait for their turn, Five stood under the arch with an unreadable look of admiration? Disgust? Cynicism?

Diego locked arms with me and we slowly made our way down the aisle in silence, all the words he had for me were said when I was getting ready.

Finally, he gave me away and I couldn't even believe that was actually happening. A childhood dream, a crush that became pure love, a feeling so strong that persevered through everything. Two apocalypses and a half later, I still loved my Klausie just like I used to when I was a girl.

"Family, friends, and the ones in between," Five started, looking between the two of us. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the love between Klaus Hargreeves and Victoria Maria Hargreeves. This sick, perverted infatuation started from something as innocent as a little boy consoling a little girl after her father yelled at her for not having any powers. A little girl defending a little boy when his brothers would tease him for being different. All I can say is that love is very hard to find and I know better than anyone, sometimes it comes from the most unlikely sources, but it's still love nonetheless. What these two have is a one in a million, once in a lifetime bond that everybody wants, but very few are able to find. So tonight instead of brother and sister, I'd like to address two juvenile lovers."

"Who you calling juvenile?" I murmured with a giggle.

"Klaus Hargreeves, do you take this stubborn, childish, incredibly smart, beautiful, and tough young lady as your wife to love and cherish for as long as you shall live?" Five asked.

"I do," he wiped his tears and took my right hand to switch the engagement ring to my left.

"Victoria Maria Hargreeves, do you take this idiot with zero self-control, who is also a kindhearted, strong-willed, resilient man as your husband to love and cherish for as long as you shall live?"

"I do," I said those words I've been waiting decades to say while I also switched the side of his ring.

"Then by no power vested in me, I declare you husband and wife" Five nodded. "You may kiss the bride, above the neck, please. Everyone, a round of applause for Mr. and Mrs. Hargreeves."

Klaus giggled with excitement as he pulled me closer for that long-awaited kiss, our first kiss as a married couple. He was mine, really mine until death would do us part. Then I'd obviously have to remarry him in the afterlife so we can spend the rest of eternity making up for lost time.

"I love you," he purred.

"I love you too," I took his hand and we took Five's place as the officiants. "Luther and Sloane, will you two bring your asses here? As the prophet and prophetess of Destiny's Children, I think we have the power to do this."

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I've got you under my skin

I've got you, deep in the heart of me

So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me

I've got you under my skin

We couldn't choose another song to be our first dance. That same song we danced many years ago at Allison's wedding, that dance that was burned in my memory as one of the last happy nights of my life before I managed to fuck everything up.

"So, is it like you imagined?" Klaus asked, swaying me gently.

"No, but it's what I have and I'm glad it's with you. Anything with you is perfect."

"If we get out of this one, I'll make sure we have the wedding you deserve, Mrs. Hargreeves. And if we don't, I'll still do it, but our mothers will be there too. And Ben, and your friends from the strip club, and Stan, and your friend from the store, and Dave! It's gonna be great, you'll see."

"You're such a good husband, what did I do to deserve you?"

"Hey, that's my line. We're all about to die and I'm the happiest I've ever been, all because of you... Thank you for not giving up on me. When everyone saw me as a junkie, a nuisance, you knew I could be better."

"Thank you for not giving up on me after I abandoned you. I was a coward and there's not one day I don't regret wasting those five years away from you."

As the song came to an end, Chet took our picture and I went straight to the buffet to get some of that eggplant lasagna and whatever else I could find. After going so long without eating, I was starving.

Klaus told me he would join me soon, he had to 'talk to some people' first.

"Do you mind, young lady?" Reggie stood next to me with a plate full of deviled eggs and grapes.

"Not at all, sit down. We can have our dance soon, after the speeches," I suggested.

"I would be honored," he stared deep into my eyes while cutting the eggs with a knife and fork. "You are so strong, Victoria. Even with all that heavy training, you are still here."

"Um... Thank you?"

"Make sure you eat well, go on. Get some more food, you need it."

Did he also think I was too thin? I had no idea I looked that unwell before. It was the 60s, everyone on tv was unhealthily skinny, that's why Twiggy became so popular later that decade.

"I will, let me just rescue my husband first, he's up to no good, I can tell," I took my plate and grabbed a piece of cheese that I could eat on the go before rushing to the table where Ben was sitting alone with Klaus.

"I am so much better than that other Ben, I was Number One twice! Does dad give a shit? No, he was too busy hanging out with you and your sister bride!"

"Hey there, buddy, let's not go there right? Don't tarnish the memory of my brother like that or I'll be forced to kick your ass," I smiled. "You try too hard to be dad's favorite, we're all fuck ups, the sooner you embrace that, the sooner you'll be part of the family. Now, what are you doing here, Klaus?"

"I was talking to Ben-ihana here about dad's plan to save the universe."

"Can you stop preaching for our dad just for tonight and spend time with your wife instead? How about that? Maybe you can even have fun with our family without trying to brainwash them for a few hours."

"Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry. I'll grab some food and we can feed each other like we used to do."

That night was a bit of a disaster. Ben and Five were drunk beyond all recognition which made for the funniest speech of the night, Allison left early after a fight with Viktor, and Reggie gave the weirdest speech I've ever heard about death and how we were about to face it, before dancing the worst version of the song I picked because no one could find that beautiful acoustic cover.

But still, it was the best night of my life and nothing could take that away from me, I was married to my first and only love and that was enough.

After dad left, we all reunited on the patio to look at what was left of the stars. I skipped outside after a quick visit to the lost and found carrying an old violin and gave it to Viktor, looking expectantly at him.

"I thought since it's a special occasion you could play something for us."

"Me? I haven't done this so long, it feels like ages," Viktor shook his head with a laugh.

"Please, please, please! It's my wedding gift!"

"Fine, what do you want? Just remember the last time I did it, the world ended."

"The world is already ending, so... Surprise me?"

"Are you still a die-hard fan of Green Day?" he asked, quickly tuning the violin.

"Is the Pope Catholic? Well... was Catholic."

Viktor started playing what had to be the saddest rendition of Good Riddance and I couldn't help but notice the way he just seemed so at ease, even after the fight with Allison. The violin was still his refuge. When there were no powers, when there was no one, he had the violin. And it was by the violin that the world ended once, but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing, it just means that it makes him more powerful.

I missed hearing him play, it brought memories from when I would watch him practice as a kid and the one time I got to watch his recital, even though he was third chair. I thought my brother was the most brilliant musician in that theater and I was so incredibly proud of him.

"That was beautiful!" Ben cried. "Oh my God!"

"Is he okay?" I asked Klaus quietly.

"I'm fine! I'm the new new Ben! I'm trying my best to not try my best."

"You have no idea how much I love my Ben, my brother Ben. I love him with all my heart and you'll never know how much it hurts to see you and hear you being such a dick when all I wanted was to give you a hug," I admitted.

"C'mere! Bring it in!" he wrapped his arms around me with a grunt. "I bet he loved you too as much as you love him."

"Thank you," I murmured, taking Klaus' champagne glass. "This is perfect, even with this weird orange sky and all."

"Hey, maybe don't. You've had enough," my husband took the glass back. "How about some water?"

"What? Klaus Hargreeves telling me to stop drinking? I only had a couple of glasses," I grimaced.

"Yeah, but you're a lightweight, and I want you completely conscious for our wedding night. I bought us a little gift before the entire world was blitzed."

"Oh, what is it?" I bit my lip, having a feeling I knew what he was about to say.

"A strap-on so you can finally..."

"Okay! How about you save that talk for the bedroom?" Luther shouted before he could finish. "Don't ruin it, tonight is all I ever really wanted. Everybody coming together when it really matters, one big real family."

That heartfelt confession might've been too much for Five, because he started gagging and I looked away. Klaus wrapped one arm around me, rubbing my shoulder soothingly.

"Maybe it's time for us to leave?" he suggested before my anxiety took the best of me. "It's getting late and I really wanna try that strap-on. Don't worry though, I'll take care of you first, Mrs. Hargreeves. Good night everyone."

"Congratulations, lovebirds!" Lila called. "Maybe we should call it a night too."

"Good night guys," I waved them goodbye, hoping the next morning they would all still be there, just like the way we left them.

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ezrasimp · 2 years

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my friend and I watched ofmd last night and I wanted to share her reactions

(The highlights without context are on my twitter (@pip82937) in case you want to see them without context first coz I think quotes are funnier if you have no clue what’s going on aha)

Episode 1:

- (‘I should have 20 kills by now’) “Me in Apex [Legends].”

- (’Alright! Places everyone!’) “Stede is such a theatre kid.”

- (When the crew fight the British) “Any of Jay’s (our irl friend) parties.”

- (End of episode 1 when Stede is reading Pinocchio to the crew) “They’ve matched up that lighting really well.”

Episode 2:

- (Izzy turns up) “Oh, I know you. [Derogatory]”

- (’A diversion, that’s what we need’) “[Quoting Moana] “As a diverrrsion!”

- “There’s something about Con O’Neill’s voice that scracthes an itch in my brain.”

Episode 3:

- (Hornberry gets splattered with water) “Man just got baptised.”

- (‘Someone buy my booty!’) “Blackbeard suddenly appears.”

- (‘One piece of silver’s me bid.’) “One Piece?!”

- (Lucius doing the opening speech for Stede) “Lucius has never reminded me of Harrison (another irl friend) more.”

Episode 4:

- (‘I haven’t died yet.’ ‘Yeah ‘cause that makes sense.’) “He’s a fucking mood, Izzy, I dunno what you’re on about.”

- (Izzy walks away after Ed and Stede swap clothes) “He’s clearly not happy.”

- (‘I don’t know what to do!’) Me: “Me doing anything ever.” Her: “You stole the words right out of my mouth, you fucker.”

- (The lighthouse scene) “Oh I remember this, you showed me this.”

- (‘The only retirement we get is... death.’) “I want that.”

Episode 5:

- (Sees the guy get chucked to the other side of the boat before the title appears) “Me.”

- (Stede explaining passive aggression to Ed) “That’s an awfully autistic way of explaining it.”

- (‘But I’ve decided to carry myself like I’m cute’) “Another incredibly Harrison thing to say.”

- [Completely speechless at ‘Ooo daddy’]

- (‘My name’s Mr Hands, First Mate Hands...’) “Mr Hand-Job, ha!”

- (‘Gaston!’) “Gaston? Oh no, hide the eggs!”

- (‘Sometimes a quick death is the best way to end a bad conversation.’) “I agree.”

- (‘This is far too fast, this is far too fast, this is far too fast...’) “Me becoming an adult.”

- (‘Oh Godfrey, stop fingering my dents...’) “Hmm, fingering dents, eh?” (‘You can finger my dents anytime!’) “Oop. [So they were actually going for that?]”

- (‘No, we love a good shanty!’) “[Bad French accent] Shantyyy!”

- (‘Hang on, that’s passive aggression.’) “Wow, that’s incredibly autistic.”

- (‘Have you ever been sketched?’) “Don’t offer to sketch him; offer to choke him.”

- (‘Because I think you met... at birth.’) “OOOP!”

- (‘What did you do to them?’ ‘Passive aggression.’) “Stede looked so evil then.”

- (The Moonlight/You Wear Fine Things Well scene) “Ezra, your mic is muted but I can still hear you sobbing.” (I was)

- (End of ep 5) “I’m really getting into this now.”

Episode 6:

- (‘Stab me’) “This is highly suggestive but I think that’s the point.”

- (‘I don’t feel fear.’) “Edgy.”

- (Ed comes down on wires) “Looks like a fun time... just needs a bit of alcohol.”

- (‘Or as I like to call it, the Art of Fuckery’) “Summary of my life.”

- (‘They’re just pets.’ [Fang starts crying]) “I love Fang.”

- (‘I think Mr Bonnet’s theatrical skills are finally honed.) “He’s trying to get you killed Stede.”

- (‘Lucius, we’ve got a fuckery on our hands!’) “I was about to take a sip of my tea and I’m so glad I didn’t.”

- (‘Kinda like a dead person smell?’) “The fandom by the time season 2 is finally announced.”

- (Stede shouting ‘Fuck!’) “Me.”

- (‘It’s just a dream! It’s all a dream, come back!’) “[Laughing] A dream?!”

- (‘You’re a fucking killer, bro. So kill!’) “Alpha Males’ morning routine.”

- (‘I thought I heard laughter.’ ‘No, those were screams!’) “[Ungodly sound]” Me: “You okay there?” Her: “I nearly spat out my tea.”

- (Lucius cutting his own finger) “Nice one!”

- (The Kraken tentacles up against the window) “He’s gonna start crying.”

- (Ed crawls away) “Me for real.”

- (‘Is that still on the cards, or...?’) “That is also an autistic reaction.”

- (‘...to a fucking duel’) “He did catch the sword to be honest.”

- (‘Stede wins!’) “They’ve come so far since the first episode, they’re happy to see him win. Since the first episode when they were, you know, plotting his murder.”

- “Bye bye sandwich!”

Episode 7:

- (‘Tatty edges... it’s been around, it’s seen things!’) “Me making maps in primary school.”

- (‘I’d love to be stabbed by Jim.’) “Who wouldn’t? Did you see them in episode 1? I was shook in the best way.”

- (‘Life is pain’) “Felt that.”

- (Sees the overhead shot of the snake being cooked) “Oh it’s this scene!”

- (I accidentally left my mic on and recited the scene, only realising right at the end) Me: “Did you hear all of that?” Her: “Yep!”

- (‘There are some scraps that didn’t completely burn!’) “Me with my mental health.” (‘No, I think I can fix this!’) “Not me with my mental health.”

- (At the end of the scene where Lucius says ‘That was really sweet’) Me: “Lucius has drip to be honest.” Her: “Look at those trousers!” [We start laughing] Me: “I know right!” Her: “And they look high waisted as well!”

- (‘You should have it [the orange]’) “I mean, it is their tree.”

- (‘La vida es dolor.’) “Agreed.”

- (‘This really is the perfect brandy.’) Me: “You.” Her: “I was about to say me.”

Episode 8:

- (Swede sleeping in the barrel) “This is like the barrel scene in The Hobbit.”

- (‘Left them to die at the hands of the Spanish?’) “Dun dun dun!”

- (‘Fucking Hornigold!’) “Ha, horny gold.”

- (‘Whip my balls!’) Me: “Him being whipped in the balls was improvised. What’s wrong with him?! [Affectionate]” Her: “He’s a genius.”

- (‘He’d shat everywhere but in the bedpan.’) “Amber Heard.”

- (‘My crew mutinied. Third time it’s happened this year.’) “That sounds like a you problem.”

- (‘Turtle versus crab!’) “I love it. I wanna join. Where do I sign up?”

- (‘Chuck ‘em at eachothers’ heads, it’s hilarious.) “That happened in One Piece.”

- (Stede reading his book while shit happens on deck) “Me reading fanfics.”

- (Karl dies) Me: “Are you laughing?!” Her: “[Laughing hysterically] Yes man! It’s the ridiculousness of it.”

- (‘Fungina!’) “Vagina?”

- (Referring to Calico Jack) “What kind of incel is this dude?”

- (‘Take care mate.’ ‘You’re leaving?’) “Man’s masking so heavily he’s fooling himself.”

- (Lucius walks in on Stede and Olu being sad over their respective loves, done with life) “Same Lucius.”

- (Buttons wailing over Karl) “Me too.”

- (Olivia speaking) Me: “I love how it implies he speaks seagull.” Her: “Of course he can, did you see that cursed shit he was doing towards Calico Jack? He has the blessing of the seagull God.”

- (‘I wish God had took me instead!’) “Me too!”

- (Ed looking back at the boat) “Look at that pining mess.”

- (The English arrive) “Ru ro raggy. [...] Hang on, how are they so blind that they didn’t see those boats coming? And that’s coming from me!”

- (‘Various stages of fucking each other over!’) “I mean, they are definitely fucking each other, just in a different way.”

- (‘You came back.’ ‘Never left.’) “That was marginally, ever so slightly gay of you. Your heterosexuality was slipping there.”

Episode 9:

- (Starting episode 9) “Let’s go lesbians, let’s go.”

- (‘I’m a strong reader slash writer’) “Modern AU Lucius writes the dirtiest smut fics you will ever read in your life.”

- (‘I forgot you were twins’) “Stede is a terrible liar.”

- (Frenchie falls over) “Born for this kind of espionage, yeah.”

- (‘Bit of fanfiction’) “[Almost spitting out tea] BIT OF FANFICTION?!”

- (‘You’re just some bored, little, rich boy.’) “Stab him too.”

- (Stede signs his confession) “Very quick signature.”

- (Sees Izzy again) “Hello Izzy.”

- (‘The bill has come due.’ ‘No, I don’t wanna die!’) “Same, same, same, same, same.”

- (Izzy gets punched) “Nice! [satisfied]”

- (Chancy being himself) “Stab him!”

- (Crew backing up Stede) “I love them!”

- (‘We talk it through.’) “As a crew!”

- (Chauncy being detained) “Fight! Fight! Fight! Stab him in the other eye!”

- (‘Ten human years?’) “Me reading terms and conditions.”

- (‘Your shirt? Your socks?’) Me: “How domestic.” Her: “I was about to say that!”

- (Izzy now in charge of the Revenge) “I feel bad for these fuckers now.” Me: “Who? The crew or Ivan and Fang?” Her: “Yeah.”

- (‘No rations for a week’) “He’s a cunt.”

- (Beach scene begins, which she’s seen before) “The lighting looks awfully familiar.”

- (They kiss) “I’m just gonna remind you of how I said they queerbaited baited you.”

- (‘Think up some new names, cool ones’) Me: “‘Cause if he had come up with names, he would have called them both Jeff.” Her: “Oh yeah, definitely. [Laughing]”

- (‘He’s gonna come and wake you up’) “Is that really what’s gonna happen?”

- (Gunshot) Me: “Straight through his other eye.” Her: “FUCK YES! [...] Angst AU where Stede dies there and Ed finds his body.”

- (Izzy: ‘What can I do differently? I’m open to suggestions.’) “Everything. Die.”

- (‘Everyone’s got their own style.’) “I love Olu.”

- (Izzy doesn’t get chucked overboard) “Goddamn it. Is this what blue-balling feels like?”

Episode 10:

- (‘They have adjusted to the loss of their father far better than expected’) “Let’s not lie; it’s probably ‘cause the most he did with them was play pirates occasionally.”

- (Stede standing in the doorway with his feet out) “Put those grippers away!”

- (‘So, he’s sick but doing well, is the news?’) “Spot on.”

- (Izzy spits his drink on deck) “He’s a proper cunt.”

- (Lucius existing) “He makes the same fucking facial expressions as Harrison.”

- (Mary’s painting comes on screen) “Buttcheeks.” Me: “Do you think they’re basking in moonglow too?” Her: “Most likely.”

- (‘I’m in the blanket fort’) “[Laughing] What a mood!”

- (Lucius writing Ed’s lyrics) “[Laughing] He’s so concerned. [Genuine]”

- (‘Someone entirely fictional’) “[Unbelieving] Mmh hmm.”

- (‘What if life just... begins again?’) “Lucius is for real the fucking therapist.”

- (‘You came in late last night.’) “She came in.”

- (Mary’s monologue) “Fair play. [...] Girlboss.”

- (Ed singing) “The entire crew are just looking at him like ‘When’s Stede coming back?’”

- (‘His name is Blackbeard, or Captain’) “Oh piss off. He doesn’t even have the beard anymore.”

- (‘Lucius will be more than happy to write down your lyrics.’) “His face says otherwise.”

- (Izzy being Izzy) “If you’re gonna be angry, go and make your own crew.”

- (‘Murder’s a natural cause.’) “Death is natural no matter how it comes to be so she’s got a point.”

- (Stede telling everyone about Ed at the pub) “They’re all a bit disappointed at that.” [Reads ‘disappointed sounds’ in the subtitles] “Damn I’m genius.”

- (‘I should have let the English kill you.’) “You should’ve let the crew throw you overboard, fucking hell.”

- (‘I serve Blackbeard, not Edward.’) “Okay piss off then, bye bye, nobody will miss you.”

- (Mary hovering over Stede) “My sleep paralysis demon.”

- (That ear shot) “Ew, no, not through the ear!”

- (‘Or just smother me with a pillow?’) “That happened on Game of Thrones.”

- (Replying to me saying how I was going to throw up after Stede said ‘His name is Ed’, clarifying that it was out of happiness, not homophobia) “If you’re homophobic and you get to episode 10 of this series, I don’t know what to tell you.”

- (‘I’d like a shot’) “Literally.”

- (Mary screams) “A+ acting from Mary there.”

- (‘Is it just me or are they taking an awfully long time to come back?’) “I wonder why that is.”

- (Stede gets hit by a horse) “Yah, they got some good and proper special effects here.”

- (Reaction to Stede’s ‘death’) “Man had a leopard and chose to die by... [Piano falls on corpse] piano, actually. Not horse. The timing of that was great.”

- (Stede rides off) “Season 2 is gonna be full of angst, you realise this?”

- “That was quite enjoyable.”

#ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means death spoilers #tw emetophobia #tw sui joke #reactions #edward teach #stede bonnet #izzy hands #oluwande boodhari #jim jimenez #ed x stede #jim x olu #jim x oluwande #can you tell she really started to get into it #it got to the point that i wasn't watching coz i was too busy writing down her quotes #this took over two hours to write up omg #long post

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