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Jake : what are you doing?

Mc, standing on top of a chair : excuse m! I live in this house too, I can stand anywhere I like !!

Jake : where is the cockroach

Mc : it's under the table please help

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Falling | Jake Donfort [Duskwood]

Does not contain any spoilers for Chapter Ten :) I’m hopelessly in love with a fictional character whom we’ve never heard the voice of or seen, ahh oh well, it’s fine. ENJOY MY LOVES xo

Jake sighed, looking around his screens, tiredly rubbing his eyes as he pushed himself away from the desk, turning his head when he realised he hadn’t heard from you in a while.

It was in the group’s best interests that you reside with Jake, that you’d be the safest there plus it wasn’t like the hacker himself would ever complain, it was obvious he’d taken a clear liking to you. You made him want to be a better man, a better being. You made him want to open up, tell you all of his secrets that he had kept locked away for years.

He turned his screens off with the press of a button and slid out of his chair, pulling his hoodie back since he knew you hated when he had it over his head, it made him seem untouchable, and when you needed him, which was often, that was the last thing you wanted to see covering him.

“Y/N?” He called, exiting his bedroom and shutting the door softly behind him. When you didn’t respond, he walked over to the screen of cameras lined up for him along the far wall of the corridor, he saw you with your head in your hands on the dining table in the kitchen and quickly turned on his heel.

“Y/N.” He spoke again upon entering the kitchen, walking over to you. Your dinner was untouched, hell even the cutlery hadn’t been moved from where Jake placed it down for you just under an hour ago.

He squatted down besides you, your legs underneath the table as he placed a comforting hand on your knee, his arm propped up on the top end of your chair. Your face was still buried in your hands and Jake could make out the soft sniffles coming from you.

“Can you look at me?” He questioned politely, ready to remove your hands from your face but you did so first, they fell to your lap and your tired eyes met his. Your eyes were significantly puffier and your cheeks had tinted a slight red, even under the dimmed warm lighting, he could make out the notable symptoms of an emotional breakdown.

He removed his hand from the top of your chair, bringing it to your cheek and caressed your skin softly, noticing the dried evidence that were your tears previously streaming down your face.

Your eyes flickered away from his and back down to your hands, Jake pushed a few strands of hair behind your ear and gave your knee a comforting squeeze.

“Can I ease anything?” Your heart warmed at his caring nature, despite being a closed off and usually upfront individual, there was something about him that was different when it was just the two of you, he was.. loving?

“You could kill me.” You answered lightly but Jake tensed, hooking a finger under your chin to turn your head so that he was looking deep into your eyes once more.

“[MC], you’re here so I can protect you if need arises, even if it’s those inner demons, I can help.”

You gulped, resting your hand over his that was on your knee, giving it a firm squeeze. “Jake, you worry too much.” He shook his head faintly that even if you had blinked in the moment, you’d have missed the movement.

“Only because it’s you.”

“Okay well then you worry too much about me.” He grinned at your wit, something you could watch forever, being with him in the present felt like your home away from home.

“You can never worry too much about someone, you only ever worry too less.” You snorted quietly, “alright Shakespeare.”

Jake smiled, rising back up from where he was squatting besides you and pulled the chair from the other side of the table so that it was just around the corner from you. He took a seat on it and his hand grasped yours.

“You need to eat.” You watched him pull the plate closer, picking up the cutlery with one hand and poked the fork through the chicken.

“Really?” You questioned sarcastically as he brought the fork up to your mouth, waiting for you to open. He smiled toothlessly, circling the fork as he grew impatient with how long you were taking to listen to him.

“Really.” You hesitantly opened your mouth and the fork entered, you took the contents off of the piece of cutlery and began to chew as Jake removed it, looking back down to already get the next few pieces.

“I’m sorry.” You apologised after swallowing your food, feeling your heart quicken as Jake caressed the top of your hand with his thumb. He met your eyes, his eyebrows drawing together.

“What are you apologising for?”

“For this, not feeding me - that’s totally on you but you shouldn’t have to be doing this, taking care of me.”

He sighed, the corners of his lips twitched upwards as he placed the fork down on the plate. “I wouldn’t be if I didn’t want to [MC], I want this, I-I want - to take care of you.” You watched as he nervously stumbled over his words, the light on his face shadowing him now as he looked back down to the plate of food.

“Jake?” He hummed in response, picking the fork back up again but you reached over and stopped him in doing so.

“Can I dance with you?” He chuckled as he looked up again, stunned at your sudden question and something he definitely wasn’t expecting. You chuckled with him but remained fixated on getting an answer.

“Can I?”

“Why do you want to dance with me?”

You shrugged, looking over his plain black tee. “Because it’s just us, I’m not going to dance alone am I?” You retorted and he gave you a knowing smirk, “you could.”

You rolled your eyes and got up from the chair, your hands falling to your side as you went over to the kitchen island, pressing play on the cassette player. The music distorted before it started clearly, soft sounds of the piano arising in the room.

You walked back over to him, and he only watched you with a tiny smile. You extended your hand out, bowing your head slightly. “Mr Donfort, may I have this dance?” He scoffed and took your hand, interlocking your fingers together as he stood up.

You dragged him to the middle of the room, and turn to face him. Your bodies are of close proximity as Jake looks down into your eyes, his have a subtle softness in them that you knew you only could claim as your own.

“Can I be honest?”

“Yes.” You reply softly, and he smiles a little.

“I don’t know how to dance.” You giggle and nod your head understandingly, “I’ll go easy on you.” He doesn’t respond, and you guide his free hand to your waist. His touch is gentle and he doesn’t grasp you as of yet, you can tell he’s nervous.

“It’s okay, I don’t bite.” You whisper jokingly, placing your hand on his bicep and as if on cue, he tugs you closer to him but you can’t tell if it’s because you just comforted him into the action or that he genuinely wants to feel you be closer to him. Nevertheless, you don’t stop him.

You look directly into his eyes as he does you, and you wonder in your mind that you could probably count every different colour present in his eyes since you were that close to him right now. Yet you choose to focus on what you’re feeling, elation, nerves, you didn’t know what you were to Jake but in this moment, you were glad you were close to him at least.

You removed your hand from where it was interlocked with his and winded it around his neck, bringing both arms around him. He placed his other arm around your waist, and pulled you closer into him, impossibly closer.

You began to sway softly together to the music, there were no lyrics in the song, it was purely instrumental and quite a simplistic body of work. You feel his fingers graze your bare skin where your crop top couldn’t cover, and you couldn’t control the goosebumps lighting up your skin and spiralling all over your arms from the mere feeling.

You wondered what it’d be like to have him beneath you, above you, besides you - you didn’t really mind, you wondered what it’d be like to feel his skin against yours.

Your fingers effortlessly raked through the back of his hair, and he smiled softly at the feeling, his eyes poured into yours and he never once broke the contact, he was ready to pour his life out to you if you asked, and that scared him. His vulnerability around you scared him, no one had ever quite reached him like you had ever before.

“What are we?” You couldn’t stop the words falling out of your mouth and you didn’t know if you regretted them or not, you weren’t even sure if you wanted him to answer. But he did.

He always had an answer for everything, despite always being the one asking the questions. It’s pretty much what he did for a living. Asking the questions that nobody ever thought about.

“We don’t have to be sure on what we are. But [MC], I’m sure of one thing.”

Your eyes flickered to his lips and he noticed it, feeling his stomach do a flip at the sight.

“What’s that?”

“I told myself I wouldn’t fall for you a long time ago. But you - you made it so easy. You made loving you an easy task and I didn’t know what to do, I tried to keep it at bay, not let my mind resurface your words but they always managed to find a way in.”

You place a hand on the side of his face, but he continues. “I want you [MC], I really want you. I don’t want to fight it anymore.” He carefully admitted and you felt his hands press on your back, he was afraid that if he didn’t hold on to you, you’d slip away from him.

Your breath hitched in your throat and as the song began to build, he tilted his head and dipped down as to meet your lips but he hovered over them, you wanted to meet them but you wondered if he stopped himself because he didn’t feel it was right.

But his lips brushed against yours, and he whispered once more.

“I love you, [MC].” Your heart swelled and your stomach swarmed with butterflies, your lips twitched upwards into a smile and you tiptoed, meeting him in the middle.

It was gentle and caressing, his arms tightened around your waist, slightly lifting you off of the ground as he continued the kiss, his hand going further beneath your shirt, drawing on your back.

You exchanged kisses until the song ended and once you were both satisfied, you pulled away but Jake pressed his forehead against yours, wanting to be close to you. His eyes looked deep into yours.

“I love you, Jake.” His cheeks flushed at your words and he buried his head into your neck, you chuckled and winded your arms tighter around his body.

Don’t blame me, your love made me crazy.

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M A S T E R L I S T

T R E N T A L E X A N D E R - A R N O L D

Oblivious to Flirting

J U D E B E L L I N G H A M

Talks

Take It

J E S S E L I N G A R D

A A R O N S H O R E

Investigating Good People

E T H A N H U N T

I Trust You

J O E Y T R I B B I A N I

Argument

J A K E D O N F O R D [Duskwood]

Falling

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Talks | Jude Bellingham

IMAGINE you were helping around the senior team during the Euros and upon noticing Jude sitting by himself in the indoor training ground, you went over to him.

“Hey you.” You smiled as he looked up at you, a similar smile playing on his lips as he locked his phone and set it face down on the ground. “What’s up?” You sighed and sat besides him, your body subtly brushing his as you tried to get into a comfortable cross-legged position.

“Not much, just tired. My uncle’s got me running around the place.” The boy besides you chuckled, placing both of his hands behind him to prop himself up and extending his legs out in front. He smelled really good as he always did, partly one of the reasons why you were slowly starting to fall for him.

You knew nothing of the sort could ever happen between you, it was forbidden for two staff members to have a relationship in the same workplace. Although you weren’t an official staff member and neither was Jude, your uncle had made it explicitly clear to you that you weren’t allowed to be involved romantically with any of the players on his team.

At the beginning, you agreed with him seeing as most of the team were men with either girlfriends, wives and children of their own but when you’d met Jude, boy did that agreement go south quick as hell.

“Someone send you to come look for me?” You shook your head, looking back at Jude. “Nah, I just.. came to look for you myself.” You realised how that came out to sound, instantly regretting your words.

“Damn, love me that much huh?” You rolled your eyes with a smile on your lips, sighing. “I guess so.” You playfully whispered, in awe of his smile as he tilted his head up to the ceiling, chuckling. When he looked back at you, neither of you said anything for a few moments. He was gazing into your eyes as you were his, in admiration of them.

His face was beautifully sculpted, his prominent jawline was definitely your personal favourite, you could imagine for days what it’d feel like to kiss him or lay next to him in bed, tracing your finger across it whilst he was fast asleep. Your gaze fell to his lips and Jude took notice of that but before he could react, you looked away and cleared your throat.

“I should uh get going.” You placed your hands on the ground to pick yourself up and got up from where you were sat, pulling your hair back behind your shoulders. A disappointing feeling washed over Jude as he watched you move away from him, but all the glances over the weeks, the times where you’d both catch each other staring at the other person, all the times when the other would pull away whenever any sort of physical contact made was enough for him to.. well, have enough of all this random half-assed shit.

He knew you’d felt the same that he’d been feeling, the boys had teased him about it time and time again but when he picked up on your eyes falling to his lips almost subconsciously, anything he was unsure of became sure.

You decided against being rude and just walking away from Jude with no proper farewell, so you turned around, startled when you were met with him already standing up but before you could react this time, he grabbed both sides of your face and pressed his lips firmly on to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as the feeling of your lips connected to his shook a swirling feeling in your body, something you weren’t aware you were even capable of feeling.

His lips were firm against yours yet the kiss remained gentle, soft and slow. You held it for a few seconds before both of your lips began to move in perfect sync, slowly, cautiously. You exhaled through your nose, not wanting to let go. The butterflies had bursted out of their cage in your stomach and your entire body felt like pure bliss to be in.

Jude’s mouth was undeniably warm, the caress of his lips softer than you could’ve ever imagined. As you pulled away slowly, you felt his presence dangerously close to you, your eyes opened moments later as did his, your hand having found its way to his chest.

“I was literally just thinking about this.” Jude smiled, giving you another longing peck on the lips before pulling away. “So was I.” His hands dropped from your face to your waist, his fingers remained hooked on your body so you couldn’t pull away from him.

“Is it a good time to say that I can’t stop thinking about you?” You warmed up at his words, practically noticing how your face was starting to heat up, specifically your cheeks. “It’s a perfect time.”

“Tell me you feel the same way please.” You smiled softly.

“Of course I do, I have for months. God bless you for making a move otherwise God himself knows I never would’ve.” He smiled wholeheartedly now, kissing you lovingly once more before he had to go back to training.

“Come to my room later.” You furrowed your brows as Jude picked his phone up off of the floor, briskly planting it in his jogger pocket. “Why?”

“You’ll see.” He winked teasingly, kissing you on the cheek before running out of the door and back outside to where the rest of the team were waiting for him.

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Take It | Jude Bellingham

Based off of the prompt where Person A gives Person B their jacket because they noticed them shivering in the cold. This was too cute not to write about, come on now.

You stood outside with a couple of England players after dinner at the hotel, it was quite late at night and the boys had wrapped up on eating when they went outside to grab some fresh air. It’d been a long day of paperwork and running around the place to make sure everything was in check for the next match against Denmark in the semifinals.

It was supposed to be summer in England yet the crisp wind continued to blow through your hair and engulf your entire body until goosebumps started to form on your arms and legs. Despite wearing a thick jumper and thick joggers, you still hugged yourself in an attempt to warm yourself a little bit.

You were quite young to be here but being Southgate’s niece had its perks, you travelled to London every summer to help out around the training ground and with any small tasks that needed to be done. As the Euros had been pushed back a year, you were due to joining university soon and needed some voluntary experience seeing as almost all work experience placements weren’t accepting any students.

When Jack spoke, you looked up to meet him, noticing that everyone else in the small circle was looking at you too. “What’s up?” You spoke timidly, you weren’t too comfortable around the players yet, possibly because you were barely 18 and they were mostly over the age of 25.

“What time do we leave tomorrow?”

You shivered again, trying your best to think about the answer that you’re sure Chris let you know of earlier in the day. “Probably around 6.” You quoted the assistant coach, watching as Jack nodded his head, looking down at his phone. Mason and Declan started a new conversation between themselves about this restaurant that had opened recently a few blocks down the street.

Jude captured your attention from besides you as he spoke, puffs of air escaping his mouth. “You look freezing.” You chuckled, rubbing your arms and nodding your head best you could. Your ears felt so frozen that one crack at them would instantly make them fall off.

“Here.” You watched as Jude zipped down his puffer jacket, courtesy of the England kitmen, and pulled it off of his arms. You tried to argue against it and turned your body to him, holding your hand out in defence. “No no, I’ll go inside in a minute-”

Jude silenced you as he grasped the outer layer of the coat and placed it on to your shoulders. You looked up at him standing besides you now, a cheeky smile on his face, taking notice of you shaking your head.

You’d grown to like Jude since the beginning of the tournament and since he’d been called up to the senior team, he was a genuine person, not to mention, extremely cute. He’d done similar gestures like this before but you’d never thought about them much, however after realising you’d grown a crush, you started to ever so slightly realise the butterflies in your stomach whenever he was around you or warm up at any one of his touches.

Upon noticing the three other players within the circle beginning to tease you both, the coldness of the night didn’t stop your cheeks from warming up into a rosy tint. Your smile turned into a chuckle as Mason took his jacket off and placed it on to Declan’s shoulders, proceeding to even stare lovingly into each other’s eyes. Jude only shook his head, and rolled his eyes with a similar smile on his lips, pushing Mason back playfully.

All five of you turned around to Gareth as he yelled for everyone to get inside, not wanting any of the players to get a cold before the game tomorrow. As you began to walk in, you noticed Jack’s teasing tone. He pinched Jude’s cheeks, “soo cuutteeee.”

Jude slapped his hand away, earning a chuckle from Jack himself and the other boys as you all walked back into the hotel together, heading for the elevators up to the second floor to try and get some sleep.

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Oblivious to Flirting | Trent Alexander-Arnold

IMAGINE Trent flirting with you and dropping hints that he really liked you but you were being oblivious and couldn’t figure it out to save your life.

When Trent asked you to accompany him to training, you agreed and as per usual you were getting ready in your bedroom when he strolled in and bounced onto the bed, admiring you in the mirror’s reflection. “Looking extra beautiful today love.” He spoke confidently with a smile that you only returned, “thank you.” You looked at him in the mirror before heading into the bathroom and shutting the door. When you were out of sight, Trent fell back on to the bed and brought his hands to his face. ‘Goddamn, next time I’ll just write it on my forehead.’

After training had finished, the guys all headed into the changing room but Trent stayed behind to see where you had caught up to. Walking around Melwood, he finally noticed you having a conversation with Ox in the main hallway. “What’s going on ‘ere?”

You looked behind you as he came over, draping an arm over you. “Hey Trent, me and Ox were just talking about training and his injury.” Ox nodded in agreement, smiling at the sight of the two of you in front of him. “How was training?” He looked down at you as you asked your question then looked back up, “It was alright, same old.” Once he had finished his sentence, you nodded and before you had a chance to speak up, a loud voice boomed through the corridors.

“Yo Trent! Stop flirting with your girl and give me a ride home yeah?” The familiar voice of Joe echoed before his head popped round the corner, giving you a smile. Ox clicked his tongue and gave Trent a “bro-handshake” before heading out to another room.

“Give me a minute lad, I’ll be right with you.” Joe nodded and disappeared back to where he came from, as your mind trailed back to the conversation you were just having before it was suddenly interrupted. Wait, you weren’t hearing things right? Did Joe actually say flirting? With your girl?

Your mind completely went blank as you looked up at Trent who was texting with one hand as his other arm was draped around your neck still.  You furrowed your brows and moved away from Trent, now standing in front of him watching as his arm fell by his side. He looked up dumbfounded and planted his phone in his pockets.

“What?” He said obliviously, paying no attention whatesoever to what had just been said. “Didn’t you hear what he said?” He made a face before he realised what you were talking about, “Oh, yeah i’ll be with him in a sec.” You facepalmed yourself as the confused look returned back on Trent’s face. “No, I mean the other thing. The thing before that?”

Trent paused, his facial expressions going completely blank as he shrugged his shoulders causing you to sigh very loudly. “The flirting thing Trent!” His eyebrows raised in a ‘I-get-it-now’ manner, “oh. OH!” You rolled your eyes and nodded your head, smiling sarcastically at him.

“Were you actually flirting with me or is it some kind of inside joke?” He chuckled, taking a step closer. “I was flirting Y/N, in fact I’ve been flirting with you for about a year now. Glad you’ve finally noticed.” Your eyes widened as your cheeks suddenly felt a lot warmer than they did five seconds ago.

He brought his hand up to your face and tucked a stray hair behind your ear as your head dropped down. You felt him move closer as his cologne engulfed you, the scent becoming like a sense of security. “I’ll see you later.” He gently whispered, leaving a soft lingering kiss on the top of your head. You felt a jacket fall on to your shoulders before hearing Trent walking away, leaving you alone in the hallway.

You rubbed your arms and tightly held the jacket close to you, getting a whiff of his cologne that so faintly wafted through your nose. Trent liking you, that’s something you could definitely get used to.

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Investigating Good People | Aaron Shore

As the President was undergoing surgery, Peter Macleish as the new Vice President was acting as Commander-in-Chief and it was fair to say, it was turning to shit. Seth was still at the hospital fighting off the press about Nassar, Tom’s condition, who the shooter was, and point made.

You were walking with two assistants giving them orders, it had been a long night but it didn’t seem like it was going to end soon. “I need to see the President’s schedule for the next 72 hours to know what to cancel and what to surrogate,” You picked up a file from your hands and handed it over.

“This is a list of all the Kirkman’s family and friends. Please call them so they’re not hearing things from the TV. I’m also going to need Comms,”

“Y/N.” You turned to see Aaron standing behind you with a straight look on his face, “I’m going to need a word with you please.” He pointed towards the conference room as you replied, “one second.”

“We need Comms to draft talking points for the switchboard and the protocol office. They are going to be thousands of phone calls coming in today and we’re going to need them to know what to tell people.”

“Okay? Thanks.” You smiled a small one and nodded your head towards the two assistants who went their seperate ways as you turned back to Aaron, his hands in his pockets.

“In here.” You walked towards him as he opened the door for you, heading into the room first. You sighed, hoping it wasn’t about the call logs thing but you knew it probably was judging by the look on his face.

You grasped the folders in your hands a little tighter as you spun around to face him, “what is it?” You asked shortly and calmly. Aaron looked up at you as he replied, “you feel like telling me what’s going on?”

Your heart beat began to quicken as you tried to make it seem like you had no clue what was going on, “what’re you talking about?” Aaron looked away from you to the floor as he tried to clearly gather what to say.

“I just got off the phone with the White House archives. They were asking me if I had authorised you to look at my personal phone logs from two years ago.” You resisted the urge to sigh because you knew how well he was able to tell when you were hiding something. You looked to the floor then back up at Aaron but didn’t say a word.

“Alright so I’ll ask again. What’s going on, Y/N?”

You knew you had to say something but unfortunately, lying seemed as if it was the right course of action. “It must’ve been a miscommunication.” Aaron’s face shifted as he instantly caught on to your bullshit.

“Yeah, right. Like the other day when you told me you were working late because the president was having second thoughts on his choice for the HUD secretary...

Something the president knew nothing about? What, was that a miscommunication too?” You seemed calm on the outside but on the inside, you were inwardly screaming curse words to yourself for coming up with a lie Aaron could’ve easily asked the President about. Of course he would’ve, he’s Chief of Staff above everything.

“Talk to me Y/N, what’s going on?” Aaron’s voice raised slightly as he took steps towards you, unbuttoning his blazer. You met his eyes and tried to remain collected, enough to where Aaron couldn’t see right through you.

“I’m not at liberty to discuss this, I’m sor-”

“You’re not at, what the, what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Your eyes continued to flicker between meeting Aaron’s and the floor as you slightly raised your voice too, “it means I can’t talk about this with you. It is between me and the president.”

“About me?” Aaron replied sharply as he stared right at you, you sighed inwardly as you repeated your previous words, “I’m not at liberty to discuss. Excuse me.” You tried to walk to the door when he stopped you, “Y-Y/N, wait.”

You took a few steps back as Aaron spoke again, “are, are you investigating me?”

“You should wait to talk to the president when he gets back. I’m sorry, I can’t say anymore.” You shook your head at Aaron and reinforced a small smile as you walked to the door, opening it and shutting it behind you.

Aaron watched you walk away as you left, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

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I Trust You | Ethan Hunt

IMAGINE on the mission to take down Hendricks in Mumbai, you were assigned to seduce the rich Indian playboy and get the codes in order to pinpoint Hendrick’s location, and to stop him from launching a nuclear missile possibly starting a war. No pressure.

Ethan was aware of how nervous you were to do this, particularly because of how vulnerable and exposed you were making yourself but he had trust in you, and that was enough. You couldn’t rid your mind of the thought that the way he looked at you when he first saw you in that dress was more than admiration or lust, maybe there was something beneath the veneer.

But you had to put those thoughts aside because the only thing that you were allowing to be on your mind was those codes but as the playboy took a back seat after you nearly crushed his fingers together, a deep breath left your lips as you looked to the bar table in front of you.

You felt a strong presence besides you and you didn’t need to look up to know who it was, the comfort it provided you was enough to let you know. You looked up to your side where he was, looking back at you, his eyes bore into yours as he stood so close that the space between your bodies was non-existent.

“Eth-”

“I’m playing a hunch.”

Your eyebrows slightly furrowed but your eyes continued to remain glued to his, “don’t hit me.” You chuckled and looked back to the bar when his hand reached over the side of your jaw, pulling you into him. Your lips met his almost instantly, your eyes fluttering shut.

The kiss was soft, gentle, and slow but all sorts of flames were burning up inside of you at the thought and sensation of Hunt’s lips against yours, it lasted only a few mere moments before you detached from him, his hand finding his way on to the small of your back.

You smiled at him when a waiter came towards you both, holding a tray in his hand with a ringing phone and as you picked it up to answer it, Ethan’s hand rested on yours, “let’s finish this.”

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Argument | Joey Tribbiani

“Y/N!” Your eyes widened for a second before you turned around to the door in Monica’s apartment, seeing a slightly looking pissed off Joey standing there. You turned back to Chandler and Phoebe who looked just as confused when the comedian in the group perked up, “well, aren’t you chipper this fine morning?” You chuckled and turned back, your smile falling to a straight line when Joey’s face didn’t faze whatsoever. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked as Joey replied quite quickly, “we need to talk. Now.” You nodded your head and turned back to your two friends, leaning in. “If I don’t come back, call the ambulance and ask for Lucas, he’s kinda cute.” Phoebe nodded eagerly and smiled as you slapped your hands on to your thighs, standing up.

“Coming.” You chirped, refusing to look at Joey in case looks really did kill and walked straight past him into the empty hallway, hearing the door shut after you. Joey crossed his arms over his chest as you mimicked his actions and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak. “Okay I’m pretty sure you didn’t call me out here to practice your Marcel Marceau impersonation on me.” 

“Kathy says you were giving her dirty looks at the coffee house, what are you playing at?” You scoffed and uncrossed your arms as they fell by your side, you turned your head and shook it, not believing what was coming out of Joey’s mouth right now. “And you’re going to believe every little thing that comes out of her mouth?”  

Joey’s arms opened out in front of you as a crease formed between his brows, his mouth slightly ajar. “Of course I am, she’s my girlfriend.” Your head dropped to the floor but you looked back up a few moments later, pulling your hair back behind your shoulders. “Well, your girlfriend excludes me out of every conversation I have with you guys, your girlfriend constantly takes you away from me, your girlfriend practically hates my guts when I’ve tried so hard to be nice to her for you, and I give her one little stare and it’s ‘ooh boo-hoo’.”

“What?” You sighed, your shoulders slumping as you took notice of Joey’s defeated look and placed your hands over your face for a few moments. “Joey, I didn’t want to tell you this ever okay? But I can’t stand for it anymore, I’m- I’m sorry.” 

Joey’s eyes met the floor, he felt shameful that he ever thought you were capable of hurting a person when it took you half an hour to kill a bug once, you took a few steps forward and placed both of your hands on either side of his face, forcing him to meet your eyes. “I’m really sorry.” He shook his head, “no I’m sorry.” You smiled a small smile and wrapped your arms around Joey’s upper back as he wrapped his around your waist, embracing you wholly. “Tell Kathy I’m sorry.” You mumbled against his shirt when he mumbled back, “me and Kathy need to do some talking, you don’t worry about nothin’’.” 

You shut your eyes and hugged him tighter, never wanting to let go.