#I said tomorrow I mean today don't I. forgot it's almost 5 in the morning

[rotisseries]

ok I like ttpd now (<- keeps seeing anime edits on tiktok)

[mattscoquette]

“ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞/𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝜗𝜚 “

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: popular!mean!matt x quiet!introverted!fem!oc

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a story in which a quiet introverted girl attempts to befriend her popular neighbor

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, kissing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k

introduction 1 2 3 5 6

𝐚/𝐧: PART FOURRRRR its starting to get so good ! this chapter is kinda shorter than i wanted but i didn't wanna make it too long lmfao. also i don't watch hockey so idk how to write it 😭😭 as always, i hope u all enjoy and if anyone wants to be on the tag list lmk!!! i love u all <333

xoxo ₊˚⊹ ୨ৎ

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matthew sturniolo,

sat up in a hurry, awaking from his dream. he picked up his phone, looking at the time. 3:18 a.m. he rubbed his tired eyes groggily, trying to shake himself from the dream he was just having.

he was at the park late at night hand in hand with a girl. she wore baggy jeans and small tank top, an oversized black sweatshirt draped over her shoulders. she was wearing matt’s black sweatshirt. her brown hair was tucked behind her ears, falling into pretty, loose curls.

“i had so much fun tonight matt,” she whispered to him, drawing shapes on the back of his hand as they sat down on a nearby bench. she looked up at the stars, then turning to matt. “aren’t they so pretty?”

“yeah.” he breathed, looking at the girl next to him, but she was looking up at the night sky again. he couldn’t quite make out her face, until she turned to face him.

addilyn.

that’s when matt woke up. why was he dreaming about addilyn? why was he on a date with her? and why was matt’s stomach starting to do somersaults as he recalled the details from his dream? he shook his head, reaching for the water bottle he kept on his bedside table, taking a long sip. he laid back down, trying to push the dream out of his head.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

the whole morning he was getting ready, matt was totally spaced out. his dream continued after he went back to bed in the middle of the night. so much for trying to shake it. chris took notice of matt’s out of character behavior when he nearly ran through a stop sign on their drive to school.

“dude what the fuck is wrong with you this morning?” chris yelled at his brother. matt just shook his head.

she looked so pretty. not that addilyn didn’t always look pretty, because she did. she gave matt a soft smile and rested her head on his shoulder as they sat on the park bench, hands still intertwined with one another. “i can’t believe i used to not like you.” she admitted quietly, almost to herself.

matt looked down at her as she met his eyes. “i always liked you.”

“weird dream man.” matt told his brother, looking to make sure he was in the clear before he continued driving. as they pulled into the school parking lot, they both saw addilyn and nick get off the bus together. nick stopped getting rides from matt after their argument about driving addilyn to school. matt’s stomach dropped when he saw her. she looked how she did everyday. unruly curls that were in desperate need of a new hair routine, a baggy sweatshirt and ripped jeans. but there was something about her today that was making matt’s chest heave.

get yourself together, matt, he told himself, it’s addilyn richardson.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

to: addilyn

from: matt (neighbor)

nick and chris are bugging me, can we work on the project at your house today?

matt’s finger hovered over the blue arrow to send his message. it was a lie, he had barely even seen nick this morning, and chris was tolerable today. he just wanted an excuse to be alone with addilyn. what has gotten into him? he walked into his math class, sitting down next to nick, and clicking send.

“hey,” his brother said, “you ready for our game tomorrow?”

matt’s face dropped. he’d been so caught up in his project this week he forgot all about his hockey game. he tried to save himself, giving nick a nod. “y-yeah man, of course i am.”

“good,” nick replied, “cause i invited addy.”

of fucking course.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

matt drove addilyn home today. at first she was taken aback by his offer, but thought nothing of it when he said “normally i wouldn’t let you in my car, but it’s only because i’m coming over to your house.” classic matt. they parked in the triplets driveway dropping nick and chris off. addilyn got out, not even waiting for matt to follow, before making her way over to her front door.

matt caught up to her, about to make a remark on her leaving him in the car, when his words got caught in his throat.

“my parents aren’t home right now, they’ll both be at work until later tonight.” she said to matt, looking over her shoulder at him as she unlocked the door, letting the brunette boy into her house.

why was she saying this to him? was it just to let him know or did it mean more? matt shook his head. he was reading into it too much. and besides, it’s addilyn. nothing special. just addilyn. plain and simple. they got up into her room, matt closing the door behind them.

“do you want the bed or desk?” she inquired, putting her bag down and taking her notebook out. matt looked around, taking in his surroundings. it was so empty, it didn’t even look lived in. he tried to think of something mean to say, but his mind drew a blank.

“matt.” her voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“uh, sorry. i’ll sit on the bed.” he told her, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. he wasn't sure why he was so nervous, they’ve seen each other every day this week. and everyday was the same, she was her usual quiet self until matt began picking on her, then they would argue. she would call him a dickhead and he’d call her annoying, calling it a night after a few hours of going back and forth. but today felt different, and matt didn’t know if he liked it or not.

“okay, me too.” addilyn smiled sweetly at him. matt felt his knees go weak. she sat down at the edge of her bed, pulling her notes and computer into her lap. matt found home beside her, trying to keep a distance between the two of them.

“so i was looking at different materials we can use for our project in lunch today, this is what i found.” addilyn explained, opening a tab on her computer. matt was sat a good foot away from her, and could barely see the screen. addilyn noticed. “scoot over a little.”

“whatever.” he sighed, but matt still obeyed, shifting himself so he was sat directly next to addilyn. he could smell the scent of her shampoo mixed with perfume, smelling sweetly of fresh flowers and coconut. she titled the screen towards matt more.

“what do you think?” she breathed, turning to face him. matt looked down at her.

matt looked down at her as she met his eyes. “i always liked you.”

“you have?” she smiled at him. he was so close to her, he could see every detail of her face. the way her eyes glimmered in the moonlight. the light freckles that danced across her nose and light pink cheeks. she looked so pretty.

“yeah.” matt breathed. he slowly dipped his head down, catching his lips with hers softly. she kissed him back, tasting of watermelon chapstick and bubblegum. she tilted her head slightly, cupping his face delicately with her hand. matt smiled into the kiss.

“matt.” her voice bringing him back into the present. he felt his knee brushing against hers. this was going to be a long session.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

matt ended up staying over for a good four hours. they were actually productive and worked well together when they weren’t busy arguing with one another. addilyn noticed the change in matt’s demeanor, and brushed it off as him being tired. he was never this nice to her. addilyn wasn’t sure if nice was a good word to describe matt tonight. she would probably say something like spacey, or aloof. but they weren’t arguing, and that’s all that was important to her.

around 8:00, matt decided to call it a night. he needed to sleep well before is game tomorrow, and he couldn’t handle another five minutes alone with addilyn in her room. she was sitting a little too close to him, smiling too nicely, and looked too pretty. matt was losing his mind.

“do you want me to walk you down?” addilyn asked matt, closing her laptop, and turned to face him on the bed. matt shook his head no. “okay, well, i’ll see you tomorrow at your game.”

matt smiled weakly at her, wishing her a goodnight. he quickly packed up his belongings, leaving her room in rather a hurry. again, addilyn observed matt’s weird change in attitude today and waved to him as he left. she didn’t want to get her hopes up and think he was finally being nice to her. but she would admit that she actually liked being around matt tonight. he was kind of sweet when he wasn’t calling her every name in the book.

addilyn broke away from her thoughts when she saw matt’s bedroom light flick on. she looked up at him, finding he was already looking at her first. unlike every night this week, matt smiled at her. actually smiled, from ear to ear, and waved to addilyn. she smiled back at him, closing her blinds.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

addilyn richardson,

stepped off the public transport bus, heading towards the ice rink. nick and chris’s game started at 2:30p.m., and she had just barely made it, getting there at 2:27. she hurried inside, making her way down the bleachers to sit with the triplet’s parents and older brother. she was nervous, to say the least. she’d never gone to a school game before, yet here she was, sitting in the very first row of her high schools hockey arena to watch them play their biggest rivals. somerville was considered a small town outside of boston, but it was a big enough town to have two high schools. addilyn looked around, seeing all her classmates sitting on the opposite side of the bleachers, all dressed head to toe in their school colors.

the buzzer buzzed, signaling the start of the period. the announcer began talking over the speakers that surrounded the arena, introducing both the teams. he announced away team first, and then the somerville team. addilyn watched in amazement as he named each player as they skated out onto the ice. the announcer called out chris, nick, and then matt, and addilyn watched as they all skated around the rink, waving to her and their family. she could have sworn in the split second matt passed her, he smiled at her.

after matt left addilyn’s last night, she could not stop thinking about him. she tossed and turned in her bed, replaying the way he looked at her, like he was absorbing every word she spoke. normally, he wouldn’t even look at her when she talked, but last night it was as if he was studying her face, trying to remember every detail of it like he’d be quizzed the next day on it. she realized in the overhead lighting of her bedroom how blue his eyes really were. it took anyone with a pair of working eyes to see matt was attractive, but addilyn felt she saw a secret side of him while he was up in her room. she noticed small details about him, like how he constantly felt the need to run his hands through his hair while he spoke, or how he bit his nails a lot when he listened to someone talk.

she watched the game intently, making small conversation with the triplets’ family. matt, nick, and chris were all really good hockey players. addilyn was stunned at how flawlessly they glided over the ice, passing the puck back and forth, barely even having to look up at one another. there was about a minutes left in the third period, and both teams were neck and neck, tied at 2. the rival team had the puck, and were heading towards the goal at top speed. the player who had the puck attempted to shoot, but matt extended his stick out, blocking it from reaching the goal. he quickly skated around the attacker, passing the puck to chris, who was playing as a center. chris skated as quickly as he could to the goal, passing the puck to nick who was near the goal at the last second as the defense from the other team swarmed chris, trying to posses the puck once more. the puck slid across the ice directly into nick’s stick, and he made his shot, the puck meeting the back of the opposing teams net as the buzzer went off and the game ended.

the somervile side of the arena erupted in cheers, everyone jumping up and down, hugging one another. addilyn watched chris and matt practically run over to nick across the ice, wrapping him into a huge hug, and the rest of their team joining the brothers. as the team split apart, chris, nick, and matt all skated over to where their parents resided with addilyn.

“you boys did amazing!” their mom gushed, blowing them each a kiss on the other side of the glass. addilyn nodded in agreement with her.

“i’m so happy you came, addy!” nick expressed, glancing over his shoulder watching the rest of the team skate off the ice and heading to the locker room.

“yeah, you need to come to our next one too.” chris told her, smiling wildly, putting his arms around his brothers.

“is she coming to lunch with us?” matt asked his brothers kind of quietly, as if he didn’t want to make it known to addilyn that he was asking about her. he looked over at his two brothers, breaking away from chris’ embrace.

the two boys looked at matt as if he had another head. was he actually inviting her somewhere? normally it would be the other way around, with matt huffing and puffing about having to spend more time than necessary with her. but matt was looking at chris and nick with a small look of plea in his eyes. chris turned to look at addilyn.

“come get lunch with us?” chris offered to addilyn, who stood still. she didn’t know if she could handle another day of being so close to matt if he wasn’t being mean to her. it was driving her crazy. but it was the good kind of crazy, that was making her stomach churn when he would smile at something, or make her hands clammy if they accidentally brushed with his to retrieve a pencil.

it's just matt, addy. the same matt who calls you annoying and a waste of his time, she tried convincing herself, he doesn't even like you.

“y-yeah, i'll go out with you guys. ” she nodded slowly. all three of the triplets grinned back at her.

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[typicallovestory]

the start - part I

Monday, a typical working day for me. Had the strangest feeling in the morning, a feeling that today will be a very shitty day. Have to go to my 9-5 job in a office where I can't stand the people I work with.

"Okay, Molly, get your ass up from the bed or you will be late for the shitty 9-5 office job", I say to myself out loud.

The best thing in the morning is my cat, who will always greet me when I wake up and go to the bathroom to get ready. He purrs and purrs against my legs, and I know what he wants - food. I quickly brush my teeth, wash my face with face wash and head to the kitchen, to give my little Bubbles his food. And yes, that is his name - Bubbles the chonky cat.

I look at the window and I can see that it's cold and some shit is flying down the sky - slush. The worst kind of weather. "I knew today is going to be a shitty day". I go through my clothes and realize that I forgot to do laundry last night, which means I have nothing "businessy" to wear to my 9-5 shitty office job.

I look at my phone and I see the time - "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!". I run, with some clothing on me, to the corridor. Put on some sneakers and a jumper, because it seems cold today. I run to the bus stop and I barely made it on the bus. Thank god the bus drivers in my city are nice to wait when I wave at them, screaming "WAIT, I'm coming".

I have to stand on the bus, because well, it's Monday and every person in my region needs to go to the city to their 9-5 shitty office job, where they also maybe don't like their co-workers.

Arrived to the city, walking to the building where I work, minding my own business while listening to music and walking kind of fast but not too fast. Arrived to work on time, sat down on my chair with a cup of coffee and started my 9-5 job.

Usually, when my day starts here, in "the best marketing business ever", I go through some emails I sent to my customers, and also seeking new job opportunities, because why not. There is always something better somewhere. So, I go through my stuff when suddenly I feel a disturbing and a very smelly breath behind me. Brenda, my manager, my super ignorant, my super annoying piece of shit manager, who does not like me or how I do my work. And just to be clear, I have the most clients in this company, I get along with my customers and I always get "monthly customers incomer" awards from the CEO.

I'm feeling and smelling the awful breath and turn around, and the first thing she asks "Why are you looking like that? You do know our dress code in this company, right?". If I was on period, I would totally scream at her. "Good morning, Brenda. My weekend was nice too. I was very busy with my family this weekend, so I did not have time to wash the office clothes that you've provided me. I will have it tomorrow", I tried to say this as calmly and professionally as I could.

"Well, that's is not my problem. This will be your last warning, or I will go to Jack with this. I did not come up with this dress code, you have to obey the rules." I WAS ABOUT TO BURST. Who the fuck made up with that rule then? Jack?! The most chill person in here, who comes to the office with sweats or flip-flops or what ever he wants.

"Yes Brenda, as I said I am very sorry, it won't happen."

Lunch time. Jesus fucking Christ, finally. I forgot my lunch at home, due to the fact I was about to miss my bus so I have to go to the supermarket with this weather. Okay, fine, I did this to myself.

The weather has gone more bad with the couple of hours and I can't see anything, because it's a heavy slush day. I am soaking wet because of it.

At one point I looked only down, because if I have looked up, my face would get wet, didn't want another Brenda moment for me. Have about 100 of that.

When I feel that I am almost at the front door of the supermarket, I pull my head up and take my hoodie off, and then I see it. Well, I see him.

HIM!

[super-unpredictable98]

Exposure Therapy | The Road Within AU

Chapter 5: Getting to 7-Eleven

Warning: Strong language, depiction of mental illness (including tics), smut

(Exposure Therapy Masterlist)

"Good morning, sweetheart," Vincent came into the room holding a tray with a full breakfast: toast with Nutella, eggs, pancakes, berries, juice.

"Hey, baby," I stretched with a smile. "What's all that for?"

"Well, since you're going back tomorrow, I just thought FUCKING WHORE that I would plan a special day for us."

"Shit, is it tomorrow?" my heart felt heavy as soon as those words left his mouth.

"Dr. Rose said eight weeks, so I'm afraid so... Ha!" Vincent shoved his finger in the Nutella and spread it on my lips.

"Oh, God..." I laughed, licking it up.

"I'm so sorry, honey," he chuckled.

I decided to challenge myself and take a sip of the juice, I have never been a fan of drinks with solid bits, it freaks me out, but it didn't seem so bad with Vincent holding my hand and looking at me with those sweet eyes.

"Wow! Straight for the juice? I didn't expect that!" he cheered. "Do you like it?"

"I'm not crazy about the pulp, but it tastes good."

"I'll take it," he kissed the back of my hand, taking a handful of berries from the bowl. "So, can you guess what we're doing today?"

"Does it require a condom? Or two? Or three?" I suggestively licked my spoon.

"That'll have to wait until after our romantic dinner tonight, today I'm teaching you how to swim," he grinned.

"You really think I can do it?"

"I'm sure you can."

"How did you learn how to swim anyway? What if you tick while you're underwater and drown?" I teased.

"Ableist much?"

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean-"

"I'm just kidding, sweetheart," he kissed my forehead. "When I focus on something, I don't get as many tics. You know that right? When we're doing stuff I almost never have them."

I didn't wanna go back to the clinic, or my mom's house. Somewhere along the way I simply forgot I wasn't there to stay, I started sleeping with Vincent in his room, we all divided the chores equally... That became my home in such a short period of time, I didn't want this to change, God knows how horrible I am with changes.

Turns out Dr. Rose was right, that's exactly what I needed to improve my life skills. I was able to get over countless fears, learn to manage my anxiety, and interact with people better, no medication or therapy would have the same results.

Maybe our brain just fixes itself sometimes, if we're given the opportunity and the right environment. I didn't wanna go back to the place I was before, what if my brain goes back to being broken again?

"You're thinking so loud, I can hear it from here," Vincent teased as we walked to the beach. "What's wrong?"

"I don't wanna leave."

"And I don't want you to, but it's for your own good. You're gonna get better and then we can finally be together for good," he flinched and hit his own forehead.

"What if when I go back you fall in love with someone else? What if you forget about me?"

"That's impossible, don't be A FUCKING IDIOT!"

"I'll try not to..."

"You know that was a tic, stop that," he laughed, even though his tics were progressively getting worse, maybe he was nervous about me leaving.

"I know, I'm just messing with you," I took my shirt off once we reached the sand, I was kinda tired of only wearing mom's 'slimming one-pieces' so I got myself a bikini, like the ones I used to wear back in high school, when things weren't as bad.

"Oh my God! When did you get this?" he gaped at me. I chose a black bikini with orange flames all over it.

"I bought it yesterday while we were at the mall, do you like it?" I covered my stomach, scared of his response even though he had seen me naked plenty of times and he seemed to like it.

"I love it! You look so beautiful!"

"You really think so?"

"Fat-bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round."

"Vincent!"

"Sorry! You do make my world go round," he murmured, wrapping his arms around my middle. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, but don't let go of me, okay?"

"Don't worry," he took my hand firmly, whistling and jerking. "I won't."

Of course I was terrified, but being with Vince gave me some weird courage I didn't even know I had. I didn't have time to worry about the things I was scared of when he was holding my hand, and even if something bad did happen, I knew he was there to save the day.

"For someone who was afraid of the ocean, you seem to like it," he watched as I let the water swallow me, swaying me with the slow movement of the tide.

"Only when I'm with you."

"I must be really lucky then, I get to see you like this."

That was probably one of the sweetest things I've ever heard, I looked up at him for a moment before pressing my lips to his. The fact that he thought he was the lucky one still left me completely dumbfounded. His hands slid down to my ass and he flinched, too excited to stop himself.

"Uh, swimming," he pulled back breathlessly, trying not to get too distracted.

"But what we were doing was so much better," I tried reaching for him again.

"I know, but we'll have plenty of time for that when we're back home, we can- fuck!" he yelped and I laughed. "That's not what I was gonna say, I was gonna say take a shower together."

"Same thing..."

"Well, shower sounds more romantic," he blushed. "Then we can make out until dinner time and have a special candlelit picnic. I want your last night to be perfect."

"Okay, maybe I can wait a little longer, but not too long."

"That's okay, you'll be swimming in no time," he lowered me to my back by surprise. I was startled and my heart was racing, but it did feel good to be in his arms like that. "See? You're already floating."

"Just because you're holding me."

"If I let go you'll keep floating, I'm just holding you so the tide doesn't take you away. Can you kick for me?"

"Like this?" I moved my legs up and down like a mermaid.

"Kinda, alternate your legs, that's what's gonna make you move," he explained. "Keeping your lungs full of air will make it harder for you to sink... Mona's a fucking dickhead!"

I smiled at him, and he rolled his eyes, I could get used to being called a dickhead by him for the rest of my life... I started kicking as he said, it was harder than it seemed, but I managed to do it anyway.

"Don't let go, okay?"

"Don't worry, babe, I'm right here. Let's turn around, okay? So you'll be on your stomach."

"Yeah, I think I can do that, how do I-"

"VINCENT! RAMONA!" Alex's thick British accent got our attention, he was standing on the sand (something I never imagined he would do) and trying to avoid the waves. "Come back home!"

"What? Why?" Vince asked with a frown.

"Your mother is here, Mona," Alex looked down, he seemed almost disappointed.

I nearly drowned, but Vincent held me. I felt like I was gonna be sick, our plans of swimming, fooling around, having our special dinner, cuddling before bed... It was all ruined because my mom decided to show up.

Typical of her, by the way. My mom wasn't a bad person at all, but she could be overbearing and sometimes borderline abusive without even realizing it. She treated me like I was 3, she thought I was still a little girl with a child mentality, I don't think she'll ever see me differently.

"I thought she was only supposed to come tomorrow," Vince managed to say through a chain of whistles and insults. I imagine he wasn't expecting to meet his girlfriend's mom at that moment, of course he was nervous.

"She was, but I should've known, Vanessa never fails to make me feel re- stupid."

"Does she know we're together?" he asked as we neared the house.

"Not really..."

"Ramona!" she hopped off her car and took me in her arms. "You're wearing a bikini? But I bought you those swimsuits, they fit you better."

"To hide her fat pussy," Vincent blurted out and covered his mouth immediately.

"Excuse me?" mom gave him a nasty look.

"I'm sorry, I'm Vincent Rhodes," he put his hand out. "You fucking cunty whore! I have Tourette's, I don't mean it."

"Tourette's?" she grimaced.

"Yeah, it means he has tics," I rolled my eyes as I explained. "He does and says things he has no control over."

"Oh, I see," she shook his hand. "I'm Vanessa, it's nice to meet you," she said slowly as if he couldn't understand her otherwise.

"Nice to meet you too... COCKBLOCK cockblock," he shook his head as he said it.

"Vanessa, would you like some tea while they shower and get dressed?" Alex offered. "Just take your shoes off before coming inside, please."

"Yeah, thank you, young man," she squished my cheeks once again and slapped my stomach before following him inside. She would always do that to warn me, so I could suck it in.

"Wow, your mom is..." Vince mumbled.

"I know, she thinks I'm brain dead or something. I'm sorry, I'm so embarrassed."

"Hey, it's okay, we'll take our shower together and you'll feel better, Alex can distract her for a little bit," he draped one arm around me. "Don't let that ruin our day."

I looked at him, he still had that gorgeous smile on, how could I be upset when he was smiling at me like that? We ran inside and climbed the stairs in a hurry to get to the bathroom.

"You're so dirty," I whispered, giggling as he turned the water on.

"Me?" he howled like a wolf and grinned. "I'm not the one asking for sex since I woke up."

"It's not my fault if you got me addicted," I teased while taking my bikini off to join him.

I was barely able to wash myself before Vincent had me pinned against the wall, kissing my neck as the warm water kissed our skin, his erection pressed against my thigh, and he relaxed. He didn't twitch, or flinch, or yelp, he just kissed me and touched me everywhere I wanted to get touched.

"I love you, Mona," he breathed before our lips crashed, causing fireworks inside of me.

"I love you too," I gasped softly as he filled me, holding my wrists above my head while hiking my thigh around his waist with the other hand.

"You like that? Is this good?"

"This is perfect," I sighed, allowing myself to forget all that drama, my mom, the clinic, our problems, everything just faded away. All I knew was the warmth of the water, the sound of the shower running, and the pleasure of Vincent making love to me.

"You look so sexy like this," he groaned, leaning closer to me until our foreheads were touching. I usually hated looking people in the eye, but his eyes were the most beautiful shade of green I've ever seen, it was impossible not to look at them. "I can't wait to make you mine for good."

"I'm already yours, Vince," I moaned quietly.

"You promise? Promise you're mine and you'll wait for me?"

"I've waited until now, what's a few more months? Will you wait for me?"

"As long as I have to, forever if you ask."

"I'm getting close, Vince."

"Me too, go ahead," he finally let my arms down and I held him close as we came nearly at the same time. "See? I told you I would make it perfect for you, I'm gonna-"

"Ramona!" my mom's voice echoed around the bathroom and Alex came right behind, trying to stop her from getting to the door, but it was too late.

"Jesus, mom! Can't you fucking knock?" I snapped, I was so tired of her treating me like I was a child, of making me scared to create connections with people, she made me afraid of living, I would never forgive her for that. I know her intentions were not bad, but if you raise a little bird making it believe it can't fly, or that flying is too dangerous, it never will.

"Oh, Lord," Alex turned around, disgusted with the view.

"What is happening here?" mom folded her arms, tapping her foot angrily.

"Cock and ball torture," Vincent squealed and I nearly lost it, even now I'm not sure if that was a tic or just him trying to make me laugh.

"Can you get the fuck away, please? And wait outside? We're coming out."

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself with a towel, I didn't even have the nerve to look my boyfriend in the eye. I should've known something like this was gonna happen, I shouldn't have said yes to him, knowing how things are and will always be for me.

"Hey, are you okay, baby?" he came up behind me.

"No, she ruined my day, she's embarrassing me in front of you, she's taking me back to that clinic, I don't wanna go," my voice cracked and I couldn't hold back my tears.

"I know," he held me against his chest. "Don't worry about me, I embarrass myself all the time, I know it's not your fault. And we'll be back together in no time. Soon I'm gonna graduate, get a proper job, and you can go back to acting."

"Do you really believe that?"

"Why not? You're really talented, I'm almost done with school, we can move in together for real, you'll get to meet my dad and his wife, we can get a dog," Vince mused. "I've always wanted a dog."

"Are you sure you love me? Even with my mom and all the shit that comes with loving me?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

"Why don't you wait for me in your room? I'll deal with my mom and I'll be there in a second to say goodbye."

"We won't be saying goodbye, we'll be saying see you later," he kissed me gently on the cheek. "Are you sure you wanna do this on your own?"

"Yeah, I have to."

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"Let's go, Ramona, back to the clinic, this was clearly a horrible idea," mom was packing up my stuff in the guest room. "Actually I'm checking you out of the clinic, I should be the one taking care of you. Dr. Rose doesn't know what she's doing, she doesn't know you."

"Mom! Can you stop for a second and listen to me?"

"Listen to what?"

"That I'm happy! That for the first time in my life I don't feel like a weirdo, I feel like I belong, I feel loved."

"You're basically a child, what are you doing with that man?"

"I'm not a child, I'm a woman! I'm autistic, that's not the same as being a child. I am different from other people, so is Vincent, so is Alex, so is everyone! I changed my meds, I feel better physically and mentally, I have a purpose, I'm not anxious all the time, I'm happy. With my boyfriend."

"Boyfri- Honey, that's dangerous, how can you trust him? How do you know he's not gonna hurt you?"

"I don't, but so far he has done nothing to hurt me, he makes me feel good about myself and he makes me a better person. One day he might hurt me and it'll suck, but that won't erase all the good he did to me before. I love him, mom, please be happy for me."

"Does he really make you happy?"

"More than anything."

"Go say goodbye to him, we'll talk on the way back."

I quietly got dressed and went looking for Vincent. He was sitting on his bed, waiting like I asked, both hands caught between his knees, the way his face lit up when he saw me, brought tears to my eyes.

"I forgot how to sleep without you," I sat on his lap, resting my head on his shoulder.

"You won't have to, I wanna give you this," he handed me his blue windbreaker. "If you put it on before bed, you can feel like I'm there."

"Are you sure?"

"It won't fit! Yeah, this way you know I'm thinking about you," he sobbed quietly. "I wish I didn't hurt your feelings with my tics."

"You don't, I know it's not you."

"Are you leaving already? Do you need help fuck packing?"

"My mom already did it," I took a deep breath, trying to memorize the way he smells. "I have to go."

"Don't worry, okay? I'll be there as soon as possible to pick you up, and I promise we'll never have to be apart again. Unless you want to."

"Why would I want that? I love you."

"I love you too, don't forget to eat," he said without thinking as we made our way to the door.

"I won't."

"Don't cry, it'll be over before you know it," Alex gave me a hug, something he almost never does, so I guess that really meant something.

"Goodb- I'll see you soon," I held Vincent one last time, pressing my lips to his with all the love I had in my heart.

"See you soon, sweetie."

The sun was setting as my mom drove off, I felt like part of me was staying behind, something I couldn't reach or make sense of. I only stopped crying to sleep, and thank God I did... When I finally fell asleep, I was able to meet Vincent again.

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"Dr. Rose, you can't tell me the treatment worked if my daughter is significantly worse," mom argued as we sat on the couch, in her office.

"Well, it seems to me like the only thing making Ramona depressed over the last month and a half is being away from Vincent. I checked with the boys, seems like when she was there she was eating properly, exercising, engaging with others socially, facing challenges she would never be able to face here, she only used her SOS medication once. That is a significant improvement," Dr. Rose explained.

"I can't see any," mom looked at me, worried.

"We have great results with exposure therapy, Ms. Wilson," she continued. "What we didn't count on is that she would get involved with Vincent, but from what both of them reported to me, they have a very healthy relationship. Even though she misses him, which is inevitable, they are young and in love, she's still much better now than she was when she checked in. Her anxiety episodes are getting less frequent, she's managing her emotions, her boyfriend also experienced improvements in his condition, she's looking into going back to work, she's doing great. I don't see any reason to keep her here anymore."

"She has to stay until she's cured."

"If that was really the case, she would have to stay here for the rest of her life. Autism has no cure, neither does generalized anxiety disorder, and that's not what we're interested in. What we're aiming for is giving Ramona the best quality of life she can possibly have. That's what we'll have with therapy, which she will keep doing, and medication, which she will keep taking. Staying in a clinic will only make her miserable right now, she doesn't need it. Ramona won't ever be like 'everyone else', she won't ever get rid of her symptoms completely, but at the point where she is right now, she can live a happy life on her own."

"Ramona, do you really think you're ready to check out?" mom turned to me.

"Yeah, I'm completely sure."

"Fine then, I'm taking you home."

"No," I huffed a laugh. "I'm not leaving with you."

"Hey, Dr. Rose?" Vincent knocked before opening the door. "Can I- cunt! Can I come in?"

"Vince!" I jumped and ran into his arms, he reciprocated my enthusiasm, kissing me everywhere he could reach.

"Mona, I missed you so much!"

"Not more than I missed you."

"Is everything okay? Why did Dr. Rose call?"

"Because Ramona is checking out today," she grinned. "And I thought you might want to be here."

"Checking out? FUCK!" he twitched violently and held me close. "That's amazing! We can be together for good now?"

"You're not coming with me?" mom took my hand.

"No, I'm sorry," I sighed. "I think it's time I go to 7-Eleven for once. You know where I am, you can visit whenever you want, you can call, I'll be okay."

"I love you, baby," she kissed the back of my hands with tears in her eyes, I couldn't tell if she was sad or proud.

"I love you too, mom," I mumbled as I signed my own discharge papers.

"So? Let's go home? Alex is waiting in the car, we have a looong road ahead of us."

"Yeah, let's go home."

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The Language of Your Soul

An enemies to lovers Ballet AU in 5 Acts

Masterlist

Act I

A/N:

First of all, thank you so much to @booksncoffee for the absolutely gorgeous banner!

I am so excited to share this story with you all! Inspired in part by a night rewatching Center Stage on Netflix and from years of ballet classes, I hope this AU brings a new twist on Harry fics (and maybe even helps you gain a new appreciation for the world of ballet). Please note, while I have used my own 10+ years of classical ballet training in addition to research on this topic to hopefully make this as realistic as possible, this is still a work of fiction- and some details may have been changed to better fit the constraints of the story. The companies mentioned in this fic are real, however this story and its characters are entirely works of fiction. On a more personal note, while I have chosen to publish this story now and believe I will be able to maintain weekly updates to its entirety, I am preparing to take my boards in less than four weeks. Should I not update as scheduled- please be patient and know that an update is only a few weeks away! :) Thank you so much for reading!

Warnings: This story will contain language, mentions of emotional abuse from a parent and eating disorders. Please read at your own discretion.

Ten Weeks to Opening Night

Albert Einstein once said, "dancers are the athletes of God." Giselle Mason certainly doesn't feel like pne of God's athletes at the moment. Not with the way her muscles are screaming with every movement that she makes as she stretches before class, not with the way her right hip cracks as she lifts her leg onto the bar, and certainly not with the way her feet sting as she tapes up yet another blister on her toe before shoving her foot into her pointe shoes for another day full of torture.

Giselle stands, sticking one last bobby pin into the bun of her nearly ebony hair and finding her spot at the front of the barre in the center of the studio. She grasps the wooden cylinder with her left hand before releasing her body in a forward bend, taking a deep breath in and then a deep breath out. There is a familiar ache in her hamstrings as she begins to stretch, which loosens ever so slightly with every breath.

And so begins her daily morning routine in the studio. Fifteen minutes of stretching before company class begins. Relaxing each hamstring, hip flexor and spinal muscle until a sense of calm washes over her body. Letting her mind drift into a thoughtless focus, preparing itself for the waves of choreography that would be coming in minutes. Typically, this time is quiet; the only melody present the rhythmic breathing of company members preparing for class. But today, the studio seems to be filled with an underlying buzz. And Giselle doesn't have the slightest idea why.

"I heard he slept with the artistic director's wife, so they kicked him out of the Royal," she hears one of the new corps de ballet members murmur.

"I mean have you seen him, I don't blame her for getting her hands on a piece of him," another girl giggles.

"Did you hear, G?" Caleb, Giselle's friend, whispers as he slides into a spot on the barre behind her, adjusting the black bandana keeping his signature black curls in place across his forehead.

"Hear what?" Giselle asks, removing her leg from the bar before reaching down to adjust the black leg warmer that had fallen down her calf.

"They've hired Harry Styles- you know from the Royal," Caleb adds as if Giselle hasn't heard of Harry Styles. Everyone who was anyone in the ballet world had heard of Harry Styles. A good chunk of the non-ballet world might even be able to point him out as that 'sexy male ballet dancer' from the Sports Illustrated nude edition.

Harry Styles was a rare kind of natural talent. The type of person that was put on this earth to dance ballet. His talent had landed him the honor of being the youngest person to be named a principal in the history of the Royal Ballet. And if the rumors were true, that talent had also landed him the reputation of one of the ballet world's most arrogant. Giselle had heard several stories about how the male dancer had been a terror to work with- demanding, rude, uncooperative. Giselle didn't doubt it- people of that skill and fame rarely developed without some sense of entitlement.

"Why would we hire Harry Styles, we've already got Viktor?" Giselle questions. This isn't the first time a rumor has circulated through the American Ballet Theatre company, and it certainly won't be the last time. 

"Rumor is they want Viktor to retire," Caleb shrugged before stepping back to his place behind Giselle as Mistress Ivanova claps to gain the class's attention.

Giselle couldn't believe the rumors. Viktor Dmitri retiring from ABT? He was practically the face of the company. The man had been dancing for the American Ballet Theatre for over a decade. He'd been the principal ever since Giselle had joined the company as a corps de ballet member five years ago. 

Giselle knew that retirement came early for a ballet dancer. Her own mother, the famous Natalia Korsakova, had retired at the age of 33 after a knee injury. Viktor had just turned 35, but he'd shown no signs of slowing down. She refused to believe that he was calling it quits. Or to believe that the board would be stupid enough to bring in someone with Harry Styles's toxic reputation into the company.

She shoves the thought aside. Viktor is in his usual place at the back of the studio and Harry Styles is nowhere to be seen. This was simply another piece of gossip threatening to distract everyone from the Swan Lake auditions tomorrow afternoon, and Giselle won't lose her focus. The auditions are too important.

Giselle Mason has dreamed of playing the role of Odette/Odile ever since she first watched her mother on stage at the age of four. It was one of her earliest memories of the theater- her mother twirling about in a bright white tutu that at that time Giselle could only dream of wearing. In fact, Giselle wasn't sure there had ever been a moment where her dream hadn't been to be a principal dancer at ABT, like her mother. She'd been in ballet shoes from the second she could walk, wore a leotard and tights more often than she'd worn pajamas, and didn't recognize herself in the mirror if her hair wasn't pulled back into a bun. She'd ate, slept and breathed the art form. But she supposed that all came with having a prima ballerina as a mother.

Natalia Korsakova was a ballet sensation. "One of the greatest to have ever danced," according to the New York Times  at the time of her retirement. The world had come to watch her dance and she'd traveled it performing: Russia, Australia, London, Paris. You name the location and Natalia Korsakova had danced there.

When Giselle was growing up, she was constantly told how lucky she was to have Natalia as a mother. To have seen the shows she's seen, to have met ballet royalty, to have traveled the world. But Giselle never felt lucky. Not when she was the accident that put her mother's career on hold for almost a year. Not when her mother was gone for months at a time performing, missing recitals, parent days and school concerts. And certainly not when an injury forced her mother into retirement, shifting her focus from her own artistic talents to turning her daughter into her next protegee.

Much to her mother's dismay, Giselle was not the younger version of her mother. She was good, great even, but she was no sensation. Giselle made soloist in her fourth year at ABT, which was a feat all on its own, unless you compared it to her mother's two. Giselle lacked the raw, natural talent that her mother possessed. Instead of her mother's high arches, she had her father's averagely flat feet. Instead of her mother's uncanny ability to match the music, Giselle had spent hours counting eights in her head to get down a rhythm. Instead of looking effortless the first time she ran through a routine, Giselle spent hours in the studio after rehearsal, running through the choreography until it wasn't possible for her to get it wrong. Giselle had gotten to where she was because of her hard work, not her natural talent- something her mother would never let her forget. To Natalia Korsakova, Giselle would never measure up.

The Swan Lake auditions are Giselle's first real shot at landing a lead, especially with principal dancer Anna Elliot out with a back injury for the foreseeable future. Giselle wants this role more than anything. To prove to herself that she is capable of  following in her mother's footsteps. And to prove to her mother that she is just as capable a dancer as she. For once in her life, she wants to hear her mother say not that she'd lost her spot or forgot to point her toes, but that she was proud of Giselle. Four words- that's all Giselle really wants.

"And will start first position, demi, demi, grand, demi and port de bra. Repeat in 2nd, 4th and 5th and then balance in fifth position arms in fifth," Mistress Ivanova barks, before gesturing to the pianist to begin.

Giselle focuses on her movements as the music begins. She tightens her core, elongates her neck and reaches her fingertips to the edges of her silhouette. Her legs quiver slightly as she bends her knees into the first grand plié, her mind focusing on maintaining her turnout.

"Relax that face Giselle," Mistress Ivanova corrects, as she makes her way around the room. "I don't want to see that this is work."

Giselle takes another deep breath, this time releasing her lips from their concentrated place and focusing on her breath. She lets the downtown Manhattan studio disappear from the background. Gone is the distant honking of impatient taxi drivers maneuvering their way through the New York City traffic. Gone is the light shining in from the full-length windows looking out at the city skyline- well what you could see of the skyline behind the crumbly brick building neighboring the school. There was nothing but the dancer, the barre and the music flowing gently through her veins.

"Beautiful lines Teagan, thank you," Giselle hears Mistress Ivanova say from across the room and she fights the urge to roll her eyes. Giselle has known Teagan Davidson since she was fourteen years old, when Teagan had moved from California to New York to join the ABT school. Over the course of a decade of competing for roles, partners and teacher's praises, the two had developed quite a rivalry. To Giselle, there was almost no better feeling than snagging a role that she knew Teagan also had her eyes on.

Giselle uses Teagan's praise as motivation to work harder, feeling the burn in her inner thighs as she pushes further into her grand plié in second. The role of Odette/Odile was hers, Teagan would have to settle for understudy.

The class is in the middle of their balance, Giselle's focus locked in on a spot just at the edge of the window at the rear of the studio when a loud bang reverberates through the room. Dancers drop their balance and turn their heads, looking to see who has caused such a commotion with their entrance.

"Mr. Styles, you're late," Mistress Ivanova snaps.

He is taller than Giselle imagined, and even from this distance she can see the definition in his arms through the black tank top that clings to his body. His hair is slightly disheveled, curling at the top. His face plastered into some cheeky grin, dimples present on both cheeks, like he knows exactly what he's doing, interrupting class like this. Almost like he's enjoying the attention. He throws his black messenger bag to the side before grabbing his ballet shoes and scurrying over to an open spot at the barre near the front of the studio.

"My apologies," he replies in a thick British accent. His tone sounds anything but apologetic.

"Damn, he's even better-looking in person than he is in magazines," Caleb mutters under his breath, eliciting an eye roll from Giselle.

"Well, I suppose after that entrance," Mistress Ivanova sighs, stepping to the front of the class. "Now is as good of time as any to announce that Mr. Styles will be joining our company as a principal dancer."

Gasps fill the room, and Giselle turns her head to look at Viktor, whose face is stoic after Harry's entrance. A low chatter fills the studio, everyone trying to figure out exactly what is going on. Would he get the lead in Swan Lake? Would he be understudying Viktor?

"Silence!" Mistress Ivanova shouts. "This chatter can wait until after class is over!" She turns to face Harry, her lips turned into a stern frown. "If you'll find a place at the barre Mr. Styles, we will continue our class."

Giselle watches as he slides into a spot at the front of the room, shooting a grin at the young company member behind him. Giselle rolls her eyes, returning her focus to the mirror in front of her. Two minutes with the company and she was sure Harry Styles was exactly who she thought he would be.

Giselle tries to forget Harry Styles is in class with them. Instead she focuses on her breathing, her turnout, the rhythm that comes from the pianist in the corner of the room. She watches the early morning New York City sunrise reflect off of the mirrors, leaving little spots of sunlight over the gray Marley floor. Everyone else in the company could focus on Harry Styles all they want, but she is only focusing on one thing- and that is landing the role of her dreams tomorrow.

But Harry Styles wasn't the type of person whose presence could be forgotten so easily.

********

Harry Styles isn't scared of a little attention. In fact, he typically thrives on it. That's why he is a performer after all. To Harry, there is no better feeling than knowing all eyes are upon you, that you are the center of attention, the focus of the room. Maybe that is a prideful and egotistical thing to say, but it is true. Everyone wants to feel important, valued, admired- and anyone who says otherwise is a liar.

But the attention Harry has been getting since he walked into the American Ballet Theatre studio a little over twelve hours ago has not been the type of attention he necessarily sought out. He knew there would be rumors, leaving the only company he had ever been a part of during his dance career was sure to draw up the best of them, but something about this felt different. It was the whispers. The stares. The way some members of the room were staring at Harry as if he was a god and a few wouldn't dare look in his direction.

Harry doesn't know what's come over him- this wavering self-confidence. Maybe it's this new place. This new country. Or maybe it's the fact that in the words of his agent, if he "doesn't get his act together" he will never dance at this level again. And if he's not dancing on the world's biggest stages, well, Harry might as well not be dancing at all.

Harry grabs his phone from the side pocket of his black messenger bag, connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker he found in the corner of the studio and presses play on his hip hop playlist. He needs something to drown out his thoughts, and classical music just doesn't cut it. As the beat begins to fill the studio, Harry lets the music take over his body and begins to dance.

Giselle tries to focus on her music, but there's the noise of a pounding bass in the background interfering with concentration. She's always the only one at the studio this late at night- that's why she comes- to be alone and without distractions.

She tries to ignore it, focusing on the one and two of the music as she fouettés. One and two, three and four, five and... a boom from somewhere in the building breaks her concentration and she falls out of her turn, letting out a groan. This could not be happening to her the night before auditions, and if she found out that Teagan was here trying to interfere with her practice...

Giselle makes her way down the hall, guided by the incessant bass that sounds like it belongs in the backseat of a teenager's car and not one of the most prestigious ballet studios in the world. When she turns the corner to enter the studio, it's not Teagan she sees but Harry Styles.

But he's not dancing. He's laying on the floor, wearing nothing but a pair of black athletic shorts that show off the god-like definition of his thighs. His signature butterfly tattoo stands out on the middle of his chest, beads of sweat dripping towards the center of his stomach, the bass vibrating the mirrors around him. He doesn't notice her at first. How could he with the music so loud?

"Excuse me," Giselle says loudly in an effort to get his attention. His body doesn't even flinch.

"Excuse me!" she yells this time. 

Harry looks up. In the corner of the studio, towards the door stands a girl. Her almost black hair is pulled tightly back into a bun. Her thin arms are crossed like she's about to lecture him, and her lips are held in a tight line that looks anything but happy. The corners of Harry's mouth curve upwards in a grin, entertained by the fury that was seeming to come from her tiny body.

She taps her foot impatiently, like she's waiting for something. Harry realizes that she is- she's waiting for him to turn off his music.

He sighs, reaching over to his phone beside him and sliding one sweaty finger across the screen to bring the rhythm to a halt.

"Yes?" he asks expectantly, not bothering to move his body from his reclining position.

"Other people in this studio are trying to practice, you know. It's kinda hard to do that with this," she gestures into the air, as if trying to find an appropriate adjective to describe the torture that had been gracing her ears over the past half hour.

"Not a fan of my music?" Harry smirked.

"I'm not a fan of someone disrupting my rehearsal." Giselle spit back.

"Rehearsal? It's bloody 11pm."

"I know what time it is, and like I said, your music is interfering with my ability to practice." Giselle stares Harry right in the eyes. He doesn't intimidate her, and she's not going to back down until he agrees to turn down his music.

"Wasn't aware you were the owner of this studio," Harry taunts.

"I could say the same about you." Giselle moves her hands to her hips. Just agree to turn off the damn music, she thinks to herself, even though she knows at this point, it's not worth the time it will take to warm back up to continue practicing.

Harry sits up, grabbing a blue towel from inside his bag and wiping the sweat that remains off his forehead. "Fine, music's off. Continue your rehearsal. I'm too jet lagged for this shit," he stands, wrapping the towel around his neck.

"Thanks," Giselle says under her breath, before making her way back to her studio, where she knew she would be gathering her own belongings.

Harry groans, grabbing his bag from the floor and sliding it over his shoulder. You could travel halfway across the world and still run into the same entitled ballet brats who thought they ran the place. It's those type of people, company members and otherwise, that were precisely the reason he had left the Royal. Well, not that he had necessarily had a say in that scenario, but they had been the cause of all of his problems.

You just have to dance, Harry, he tries to tell himself. But Harry knows that as much as he tries, there's a lot more too it than that.

**********

“Gi!" Caleb exclaims, bounding down the hallway towards her without concern for anyone in his way. "Cast list is up."

Giselle gulps. She isn't sure that she is ready for this. The look of disappointment on her mother's face if she doesn't land the part. The list of corrections that her mother has come up with from watching Giselle's audition. "Now you see there, you've lost your center. You're never going to make that triple if you don't hold your center Giselle." The reminder that "you only have so many opportunities to prove your worth, before they move onto the younger, better version of you." It didn't matter to her mother if Giselle was the youngest soloist at ABT by five years. It didn't matter if nearly every other soloist had previously understudied for the role. Everything but a lead was a disappointment to Natalia Korsakova.

"C'mon," Caleb exclaims, and before Giselle has a moment to collect herself she's being pulled down the hallway by her arm.

And there it is. The thin, white piece of paper that holds the fate of her next ten weeks in its hands. When she looks at it at first, she thinks she must be dreaming. Because her name has never been on that spot on the list before. Not since she officially joined the company five years ago.

Odette/Odile- Giselle Mason

Sigfried - Harry Styles

She feels frozen. Like she's in a dream and she's paralyzed. It's what she's always wanted-this role and yet, suddenly it feels like a whole lot of pressure.

"You did it Gi," Caleb exclaims, lifting her up and spinning her around before Giselle even has a moment to look any further down the list. Giselle laughs, giddy with excitement. "New York will have never seen a more beautiful Odette."

Giselle rolls her eyes at his comment. Caleb, her friend since joining the American Ballet School at the age of six and partner for many years had always been her biggest cheerleader. In a way, he made up for what she didn't have in her mother.

"And you Caleb?" Giselle asks, realizing in her excitement that she had forgotten that her best friend also had a role in the this ballet.

"You're looking at the newest Benno," Caleb says with a grin. Giselle often wondered what it would be like to be like Caleb. To be happy with any role. To not care about his place in the company. To simply want to dance. Caleb had always been like that- relaxed, calm- the antithesis to Giselle who was always high strung and anxious. Perhaps that's why they'd always been such good friends, because they balanced each other perfectly. Giselle pushed Caleb when he needed some extra motivation and Caleb- albeit not always successful- tried his best to keep Giselle out of her own head.

Giselle watches as Teagan makes her way over to the board, her long black hair swinging from the ponytail at the crown of her head. She grins in slight satisfaction as she sees Teagan's face turn into a frown. Giselle turns and gives Caleb her best, "what did she get?" eyes. He exaggeratedly mouths, "UNDERSTUDY".

As if sensing that she is the topic of conversation, Teagan looks over at the two. "Congrats Giselle," she says, her face moving in a way that makes it seem like the words taste disgusting leaving her mouth.

"You as well," Giselle responds, to which Teagan only scoffs and storms off.

"You know she's going to make your life living hell as your understudy don't you?" Caleb said with a laugh.

"Ugh, I know," Giselle groaned.

"It will be worth it though. You are going to be dancing the role you've always dreamed of." Giselle smiled. "Plus," Caleb begins, leaning down so his mouth is next to Giselle's ear. "You get to dance with the greatest male dancer of our generation. Think of all the hours you're gonna get to spend looking at that GORGEOUS body."

Giselle groans. Her perfect moment temporarily ruined by the realization that she would have to dance with Harry Styles. Sure, he may be talented, a great dancer, and likely a great partner. But his entrance yesterday and their encounter last night told her everything she needed to know about Harry Styles. And she was sure that working with him would be anything but easy.

"That GORGEOUS body," Giselle imitates Caleb with an exaggeration of the word, "Doesn't make up for the fact that the guy's an asshole."

"Okay, okay, point taken. Now can we go get some lunch?"

Giselle nods, but she already knows she's not hungry. Instead, all she can think about is how she's going to get through the next ten weeks of rehearsals with a man she already loathes.

**********

Giselle slides into the rehearsal studio with extra joy in her step later that afternoon. She's so on Cloud 9 that she doesn't even realize Harry standing at the barre doing pliés as she hums the opening notes of Swan Lake aloud.

"Sorry didn't know anyone else was in here already," she apologizes quickly, standing and stretching out her feet.

Harry looks at her, his face hard and eyes sharp. If he recognized her as the girl who interrupted his jam session last night his face didn't show it. "And who are you?" Harry asks, his voice laced with condescendence.

"Odette," Giselle smiles, the words feeling foreign leaving her mouth.

"Obviously," Harry scoffs, and Giselle feels her confidence waver. "Who are you?"

"Giselle Mason, soloist."

"Doesn't ring a bell," the corners of Harry's mouth turn up at his comment, like he gets satisfaction out of reminding others that they aren't the household name that he is.

Giselle wants to say something back. Something sharp and witty to show him that just because he was one of the greatest dancers in the world and she was still trying to make her way into the spotlight didn't mean that he could treat her like a nobody. She was going to be his partner after all- whether he liked it or not. But then Gregory Alexander, ABT's Artistic Director, enters the room, clapping his hands and tells them they are about to begin on the Act II Pas de Deux and Giselle doesn't have a chance to say otherwise.

"As new partners you will need to put in the time to understand each other. Build trust. Anticipate the other's movement. Portray to the audience that you are a swan and a prince in love." Gregory moves his arms in the air theatrically, as if he isn't wearing a designer suit.

"Now I understand that the ten weeks we have to prepare before our season debut isn't an ideal amount of time to form a relationship with a new partner. But in this case, it simply must do." Gregory's face turned serious, the wrinkles on his forehead more defined as he furrows his eyebrows. "I expect that the two of you will put in the time outside of your scheduled rehearsals to work on this chemistry. Anna and Viktor will also be assisting with rehearsals and my hope is that they will also be able to assist the two of you with this transition."

"Gregory," Harry interrupts, then as if realizing he'd made a mistake, he corrects himself. "Sir."

Gregory nods.

"I'm not sure what the concern is. I've danced with hundreds of partners in my career, I'm not sure how the other principal's would have much more experience than me?" Giselle thinks Harry is meaning this as a question but it comes out more like a statement.

Giselle watches as Gregory's eyes narrow again. He looked irritated, and why wouldn't he be? Harry had been here all but forty-eight hours and was already questioning the artistic director's decisions. 

"That may be the case, Mr. Styles," Gregory paused. "But when the two of you step onto Metropolitan Opera House stage in ten weeks, I expect the audience to believe that you two have been dancing together for years. Have I made myself clear?"

Harry nods, this time remaining quiet.

"Now then, I'd like us to start with the Act II Pas de Deux. The very beginning- with your entrance Harry."

It's an hour into rehearsals when Giselle hears the echo of heels clicking down the wooden hallways. She doesn't even have to look up when the steps stop as they reach the studio floor. She could recognize that walk anywhere.

"Aahh, Natalia!" Gregory exclaims. "So glad you could stop by," Gregory reaches over to embrace Giselle's mother, his grey hair brushing the sides of her face as he kisses each cheek.

"Mr. Styles, I'd like to introduce you to Natalia Korsakova, former ABT principal and member of our board."

Natalia Korsakova looks as put together as always. Her dark brown hair pulled tightly into a neat French twist. Her tight black dress and coordinating pumps show off every bit of the dancer's body that she still maintained. Giselle watches as her mother's mouth curves to form a polite smile.

"A ballet legend. It's an honor to meet you Madame," Harry says offering his hand.

"The pleasure is all mine. I'm so glad you are joining us here at ABT. And what a joy it will be to watch you next to my daughter," Natalia gestures towards Giselle, with a polite smile plastered on her face that was generally reserved for generous donors and patrons of the ballet. It is all a show. That's all Giselle's mother ever did was put on a production. She was a performer after all, how could anyone expect her life to be anything but a crowd-pleasing performance?

"Your daughter?" Harry turns to look at Giselle, raising an eyebrow. His eyes narrow, as if he's caught Giselle in a lie. As if she'd snuck her way into this position and was just hoping that someone wouldn't notice she wasn't the real deal. "Why that makes this even more special."

Giselle fights every urge to roll her eyes from across the room. It is clear that Harry Styles is every bit as much of a performer as her mother. Just minutes before he was looking at her as if he had been paired with an amateur and suddenly working with her is 'something special'?

"I'm going to watch rehearsal for a bit," Natalia announces, making her way over to a stool next to the pianist. "Carry on." The pit in the bottom of Giselle's stomach grows as her mother takes a seat next to Gregory in front of the mirror.

"Odette makes sense to me now," Harry whispers into Giselle's ear, as he slides behind her to resume practice. It takes everything in her to keep her face stoic as Harry's hands settle once again on her waist.

Rehearsal goes badly. Giselle can't seem to get her leg into the attitude position that Gregory wants, she losing her balance on her penchés, and Harry almost drops her on several promenades. Giselle says almost, because someone as experienced as Harry Styles would never let his partner hit the ground, but she should have, because she surely wasn't holding her weight quite right. And then there's the fact that Gregory pronounced that Giselle "looks at Harry as if he is the villain of the story instead of the prince she's fallen in love with". 

Giselle wants to say that's because he is the villain. The villain of her story anyways, the person that is somehow going to turn her dream role into somewhat of a nightmare. Why couldn't she be dancing with Viktor? He was so patient and kind and he would never look at his partner as if she deserved to be in the audience instead of on stage with him.

After yet another failed run through of the first half of the pas de deux, Gregory announces that they are done for the day, but that he expects to see them in the studio bright and early tomorrow morning to work on their timing. Giselle's never been so thankful for a rehearsal to be over, and as she sits down to remove her pointe shoes, running her hands over her swollen feet, she watches Harry leave the studio without saying a word.

"I hope you realize how big of an opportunity this is Giselle. It's not one you should take lightly," her mother's voice startles her, as Giselle had almost forgotten she was there. Almost.

Natalia stands above Giselle, one hand on her hips and the other on her forehead, as if watching today's rehearsal had been exhausting for her. It probably was exhausting for her, keeping tally of all the things that Giselle had done wrong for the past two hours. Natalia's voice is shrill as she speaks again. "There are thousands of ballerinas around the world that could only dream of getting to dance with Harry Styles. And here you are dancing with him in his first show with ABT. That's an enormous responsibility, darling. This performance with him will set the stage for his entire career with our company. One that the board is hoping will last until his retirement."

Giselle nods. That's all she can do when her mother begins one of her lectures- nod. She thought maybe this would be the time that her mother told her congratulations. The time that her mother did what she'd watched countless other mother's do during her time as a dancer, wrap their arms around their daughter and express their pride to them. But instead, today is like any other day, and even with a lead role in an ABT production, Giselle still hasn't done enough to make her mother proud.

Giselle shoves her shoes into her bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she stands.

"And Giselle?" her mother adds, as she makes her way towards the door.

"Yes mom?" 

"Might want to hit a few more cardio classes this week too, my dear. Got to make sure you are going to be an easy dancer to partner with." 

And with that comment Natalia Korsakova clicks away, leaving Giselle standing in the middle of studio wondering if her biggest dream has suddenly become her biggest nightmare.

[heresathreebee]

Brackish and Briny Waters (two)

[Ralph Lamont X Female Reader]

Summary: Settling into your new house Part 1 Masterlist Part 3

Tags: +17 | 1.7k words | just really fucking domestic stuff, one (1) bad attitude, presumptuous behavior, unprotected morning sex, more remodeling.

AN: I kind of know where I'm going with this. The conflict will be subtle at first but it's there I promise.

The first day goes by fast and for Ralph meeting every single person on staff in this prestigious school was like trying cheeses and wines in a vineyard– fun at first but you get a stomach ache because somebody forgot to tell you not to swallow and there are just so many of them each more rich than the last. By the time he crosses the threshold to his new home, he's exhausted and annoyed. 

"I told you not to unpack without me." 

You look at him from the kitchen and shrug. "I needed stuff, baby. I already wrote a list of things to work on in this 'bare bones' house you put us up in and I was bored." 

You don't care for his attitude but offer him the covered plate anyways. "I saved you some dinner." 

All at once, Ralphie's anger melted from his face. He shuffled his tired feet across the still empty living room and pulled you into his side. The plate was warm (still warm or recently warmed up, he couldn't tell) and his stomach growled. 

"M sorry," he said, "I don't mean to be an asshole." 

You smile your forgiveness. "Long day?" 

"Yes," he hisses. "I already can't wait for the weekend." 

You chuckle. "Oh come on, it can't be that bad. Give it a chance, baby!" 

"As you wish." 

After eating, Ralph is right to sleep despite his insistence you finish packing together tonight. A part of you thinks it's the climate here– fresh sea salt air and less artificial light to disrupt the body's natural sleep patterns. You took off his shoes and empty his pockets because he was just 'resting his eyes for a moment,' then slid in right next to him. He's fine without a blanket, but you pull the back of the quilt over your rear and curl into his side. Sleep comes easier tonight than last night and you dream of wallpaper and wood smoke cologne. 

DAY THREE

The rest of the week gets easier for the both of you. You arrived on Monday and unpack the bigger furniture together by Wednesday with the help of some locals. Ralph is getting to study the lesson plan for Ms. Lewis' math class and establishing a gentle authority with his temporary students. He is still excited for the weekend, intent to help you figure out what to do with the walls of the house. 

"Has anybody come to see you at the house yet?," he asks you Thursday night. 

You pause dicing onions to think. "Besides the neighbors to the north and those Vayle boys? No." 

Ralphie raises his eyebrows and drops them, an involuntary gesture made more for himself than you. 

You put a hand on your hip. "Why?" 

Ralphie waves you off and continues mixing the meat with the spices. "Nothing. It's just everybody and their fucking moms has been asking me about you." 

"What?" This was news to you. "Why?" 

"Because they're nosy," he replies, "asking me about my whole life story and I let slip I had a wife and then they just wouldn't shut up about it." 

You swat his shoulder. "Well don't sound so depressed about it. Do you not like having a wife?" 

"No!" Ralph huffs and turns to look at you as he says, "I just hate that every single one of them bugs me about a million personal things and then I mention you and it's the only thing they can talk about now." 

Ralph turns back to stirring the pan and grumbles to himself, "might tell them to fuck off and just hoard you forever…" 

It clicks in your head at least a bit. Ralph's a born and bred city kid. In the city nobody cares who you are, what you like, or where you're from. Strangers don't want to be anything more than strangers. Their eternal social motto is 'don't waste my time' and anyone who acts differently is probably scheming something. 

You chuckle and rest your chin on his shoulder. "You're forgetting these are a different breed of people. Rich and educated socialites more over but suburban, maybe even rural. We're probably the first new thing to happen to them in decades, and communities like this don't have a 'mind your business and I'll mind mine' attitude." 

Ralphie flicks you a look but you know he knows you're right. It doesn't mean he has to like it but at least he understands it's not malicious, at least not inherently. It's out of his element, a little out of yours too, but you'll have to adapt and play by their rules if you want to stay here for a while. 

The dining room table can seat six, but your Ralphie takes a seat right next to you at a corner so he can hold your hand while you eat. Homemade tacos ease your apprehensions a bit and you go over the remodeling plans with him until midnight. Getting ready to sleep, you wear your thinnest shift and wrap around him like an octopus, your warm core brushing over his barely clothed manhood in temptation. 

Ralphie hums, tucking a stray hair back into your bonnet. "We need to get up early tomorrow." 

It's a weak protest. The two of you keep rocking into each other and sighing at the feeling of friction but eventually fall asleep despite the delightful buzz of sexual energy surrounding you. You do wake up when Ralph flips you under him and sucks a few marks into your neck.

You spread your legs to accommodate his breadth, feeling him settle deliciously and glancing at the bedside clock. It's barely 5 o' clock and the sun is rising. You gasp as you feel Ralphie's cock slide into you and he's met with little resistance. You two have sex for the first time since you moved and it's been so long that the affair is short lived. 

Ralph already has an apology on his lips but you shush him and come a moment later with your fingers brushing your clit in tandem. He peppers you with a dozen more kisses as silent promises to make it up to you. 

You shower together, barely bumping elbows as this bathroom is way bigger than your New York City apartment ever was. You chat idly about the weekend and the town and when you're ready to leave, you grab the manila folder where you store the plans for the remodel. You've even got samples from the wallpaper, only taking the ones you like and want to replace. 

"I know we probably won't find exact replicas but I want to at least find something similar." 

Ralph squeezes your thigh. "Ok, ok. We'll try." 

While this town doesn't have a McDonald's (the town over does and it's fancy for some reason), it does have a Home Depot (also pretty fancy). You know you'll need wood and screws and glass panes to finish that solar room but that's not the goal for today. 

Ralph skips right over the green paint swatch section to the creams. He's rambling about paint brand pros and cons, he did his research on the way in since you were driving and he brought the book from the school library. You follow and half listen. 

"What?" 

Ralph finally catches on to your soft smile. You glance around to make sure no one is in earshot because god forbid these gossipers over hear your conversation right now. 

"I guess I got you pretty excited last night, huh," you say with a sense of pride. Ralph feels the opposite about his performance this morning. 

"I just… I think it's just been a while." He occupies his hands by grabbing every single free swatch sample on the shelf and says, "I promise I will make it up to you." 

You roll your eyes in a not unkind way. "It's fine, babe, really. I uh… it feels kind of good to know I still have that kind of effect on you…" 

Ralphie sports a smile of his own and puts you under his arm. "Of course you do, sugar." 

He leans down to plant a kiss on your lips when you're interrupted by a bright voice. It's so startling that your husband bounces away from you. He stares wide eyed at the woman who interrupted you and he gets that dark look in his eye that only you can see. 

"Jesus, Julie," he tries his best not to growl her name. "This is Julie, she's a teacher at the school. Julie this… is… my wife." 

Julie makes a noise like a whistle. "Oh my god you are so much more beautiful than I imagined! Ralph doesn't have a picture of you in his office!" 

"It's on my desk," he huffs, "it's the one turned towards me." 

"And why would you do that?" 

"...so I can look at it while I work…?" 

Julie's… a little too hands on for just meeting you. You're too reserved to say something about it so you sling a loose arm around her back and hope Ralph doesn't say something for you. 

"Hi Julie, it's nice to finally meet you," you tell her. "Ralph's been slowly but surely introducing me to the concept of his coworkers." 

"I can't believe we haven't met before now! Ralph keeping you all to himself, me and the other teachers are just so curious about you," she coos. It feels almost put on, like overindulging in sweet to play up her first impression. You let it slide though, maybe it's just your city lens. 

"Well, uh, once we've got the house fixed up a bit, we can plan a housewarming party," you suggest. "But not a day before and you may quote me on that, miss!" 

Julie laughed and gave you her phone number 'in case you need anything at all.' Ralph breathed easy once she finally left and you tug his ear gently. "She's veeerry friendly." 

Ralphie shoots you a glare like you'd made a joke he didn't find funny and you go back to debating the paint to use for your walls eagerly.

@escape-your-grape @hoodoo12 @softbeej @go-commander-kim @beetlesstuff @imma-fucking-nerd​ @werwulfy​

[the-dead-skwad]

He left X Reader X Damien Haas

So after a long time of staring at an empty page I have finally wrote something again. This request: Hey! I don’t know if you’re taking requests, but if your are then could I request an imagine where reader and Damien Haas break up and they’re sad and stuff, so the rest of the smosh fam try to get them back together, please? @lula132 

I’m so sorry it too so long.. but here is one of two ideas I had. I can post the other when I finish it. I finally got over my writer block. 

You were lying face first on the sofa yet again. In the background you could hear some anime show playing but you had no energy to move and actually watch it. Swimming in your own thoughts the sound of your front door opening made you jump.

"Jesus Christ!" Courtney's voice boomed across your open plan living room.

You lifted you head revealing two wet patches from your tears. "Hey." You sniffled.

"Awhh buddy." She pushed your gross tissues off the sofa with a pen and sat down next to you. "How you feeling?" She wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in for a cuddle.

"Erm.. I'm gonna be honest, not so great." You sniffled again "I feel like my heart got shit on."

"I don't understand man.. None of us do." She squeezed you tighter.

"He just left.. No reason, no sorry, just gone."

"He's in Japan at the moment."

"I know, I saw his instagram." You snuggled closer into her "Maybe he met someone over there the last time he went. That's literally the only thing I could think of."

"I never thought he would ever do that to you man... Did he leave any of his things here?"

"A few hoodies, some games, not much." You pulled on the jumper you were wearing "I swear this one stills smells like him."

"No offence dude, but you straight up smell like beer and Cheetos."

You half smiled at her "You're an asshole."

"But Ian said you were coming back in tomorrow."

"Yeah, I am. I can't stay away forever."

"Okay then, " She pulled away from the cuddle "Lets sort your stinky ass out. Get a shower, clean up this place, get you outside, fresh and ready for tomorrow."

"Christ." You sighed as you stood up "I guess I have to."

--

The beeping of Courtney's car snapped you out of you day dream, almost spilling your coffee. You picked up your work bag, placed your mug in the sink and headed out. She sat in the car smiling and waving like a mad man as you locked the door.

She wound the window down and music blasted out. She sung at the top of her voice, while you prayed none of your neighbors were watching you.

"Hey!"

"Oh jesus!" The creepy old lady that lived next door popped up from behind her fence scaring the life out of you. "Good morning Mrs Kersh."

"Nice to see you out of your pajamas, not crying."

"Thanks!... You nosey old bitch." The last part was under your breath.

You jumped in the car, "Who the hell is that?" Courtney tried looking around you at the old lady.

"One of the noseyest old bags I've ever met." You slapped your knees "Anyway, lets do this.. I'm ready to go back to my shared office, that I share with the man you broke my heart."

"No!" Courtney shouted at you "You got 3 days before he's back from Japan. None of this sad shit. We are all coming together to cheer you up."

"Fine." You smiled at her.

--

The first thing you saw as you pulled into the parking lot was Shayne’s smiling face. You jumped out the car and he ran to you squeezing you as tight as he could.  "Oh" he spoke into your jumper "I wanted to come see you.. but I didn't want to upset you."

"It's okay man. I understand, he's your best friend." You squeezed him a little tighter till you both let go.  

Walking into the office everyone was smiling at you but in such a weird way. You walked to the ballpit and sat at your desk. You were faced with a photo of you and him just smiling your dumb faces off. "Ugh jesus." You put your head on your desk.

"Hey." Noah's sweet little voice came from behind you "I made you a coffee."

"Oh thanks.. That’s super sweet."

"How are you?"

You smiled "I'm fine man.. yanno its a break up. Yeah he broke my heart but I'm not dying. Everyone is just looking at me super weird."

"Yeahhh, they just don't want to upset you. It's a difficult situation."

"I'm just going to get my head down today, got so many emails and scripts to look at at."

"Good, if you need anything." He gently patted you on the back.

"Thanks Noah." You smiled as he walked over to his desk. You put your head phones in and focused on your computer.

Only a few minutes had passed and you were trying to ignore the commotion going off behind you. Usually it was just Shayne doing something stupid. But then again you could do with cheering up a bit. You took your head phones out and spun in your office chair. Looking across the office everyone was stood in a group. That's when your heart fell out of your ass. He was stood there smiling as though nothing had happened. Your mouth was dry and you felt cemented to your chair. 'I gotta get out of here.' You thought to yourself. As you stood you felt as though the whole room had shrunk and everyone was looking at you. It wasn't true, you grabbed your mug and ran to the kitchen as fast as your could.

While the coffee machine did it's thing you stood with your hands on the counter, just staring at nothing. Your heart was pounding out your chest when someone in the door way made you jump "I'm making coffee!" You almost screamed it.

"Okay dude.." Luckily it was Courtney.

"Sorry, I'm just freaking out..." You looked at her "Like bad."

She ran over to you and hugged you  "Awhh, I didn't know he was going to be back today. I'm sorry."

"Its okay." You hugged her back. "Do you reckon I could sneak out the window?"

"This is your work as much as it is his." She put both her hands on your arms holding you in place "Now, get out there, flip that hair and show you are a strong woman!"

"Sir yes sir.." You mocked her. She kicked you as you left the room. You ran back into the kitchen.

"What! Do I need to walk out there with you?"

"No, I forgot my coffee." Taking the mug you left again. You took a deep breath and held your head high. Making no eye contact with anyone you sat at your desk.

"Hey."

"Jesus.. I swear like 5 people have made me jump today." You turned to the person on the desk next to you and your smile dropped.

"You look nice." Damien tried to smile at you.

You took a breath to gather some courage "What are you doing?"

"Y/N I'm sorry but.."

You cut him off "You don't get to say anything, look I don't want to argue or even talk about this while we're surrounded by all our friends and colleges. But I know we have to talk so.." You looked around "I know Smosh games is empty because Mari said she won't be back for a few days."

"Okay, I'll go put my lunch in the fridge and I'll meet you there."

--

You had been waiting for around 10 minutes and you were getting more and more wound up. Going over all the things you wanted to say to him. The door opened and the look on hias face just stopped all that anger instantly.

You groaned "This is so much harder than I thought it was going to be."

"What?" He sat in his gaming chair.

You sat in yours that was of course right next to his. "Well, we had this whole life together. A house, cats, we wear each others clothes, we work basically on each others knee everyday, we even have the same friends." You sighed "How can we possibly live normally with out being together? And I know we did it before but..."

"Y/N" He cut you off this time "Stop talking... Just for a second and breathe." He took both of your hands in his, you wanted to pull away but your heart was aching for him "I know I messed up really bad but I still love you."

"How can you say that?" A tear fell down your left cheek "You left me alone in our house, went to another country with out even a good bye. No explanation, nothing." You sniffled and looked at him dead in the eye "You broke my heart Damien."

"I am so so sorry." His voice was low "I panicked and I wish I could change what I did. I know how much I hurt you and it hurts me knowing I was the person to make you feel like this. But I pray deep down that one day you can forgive me for leaving you."

"What do you mean you panicked? Damien... We've been together for 4 years. Nothing new was going off."

"The day before I left I bought this." He reached into the front pocket pf his bag and passed you a small box.

"What the flying fuck is this?" You opened it and was faced with a beautiful engagement ring. "Are you serious?"

"Look.." He sounded panicked "I don't want to to answer but I bought this then I freaked out and I just fucked up big time. I don't even know if we're actually together right now but just hold onto it and I stay in our spare room for now."

"Okay.." You put the ring on your pocket "I suppose I'll think about it." You walked over to the door and pulled the handle down but the door was locked "What the hell?" You pulled on the door a bit to no avail.

"Sorry guys!" Courtney's voice came from the other side of the door "You're not coming out till you sort this out."

"You were made for each other so fix it!" Shayne screamed at you.

You turned and smiled and Damien "Fuck."

[seven-seas-of-taylor]

temporary fix | ben hardy x reader

a/n: this has been in my drafts for quite some time now,, and i wanted to post it :3 i pROMISE ILL MAKE SOMETHING SOON, i just want to make it perfect :) also, based on a song called “temporary fix” by one direction, hope u like this :)

MASTERLIST

warning/s: swearing, almost has smut but there’s none

word count: 2.2k

EDITED

saw your body language and i know how you’re feeling

you look like the type of girl who’s tired of speaking

standing with somebody but he doesn’t know what you like

“here, you want some?” your boyfriend james offered you some salad, but you shook your head.

“no, thanks.” you sighed and rest your chin on your hand.

this date is so boring.

“what do you want, hm? do you want me to order some steak for you?”

he doesn’t even know what you like!

“no. i want to go home.” you wanted to say the last sentence but you knew your boyfriend would get mad and all, so you didn’t.

you caught my attention, you were looking at me first

saw that i could teach you, waking up in my t-shirt

if your not hooked on anything, right now i can be your vice

ben looked around the restaurant and locked eyes with a girl. with you.

you looked away from his gaze, embarrassed but he was smirking.

“mate, you okay? why the hell are you smirking like that?” joe asked, raising his eyebrow.

“oh. nothing.”

you look hot in your dress, but you’d totally look hotter wearing his t-shirt.

he also noticed you were getting bored with that man. you stood up and excused yourself to go to the washroom.

“i’ll just go to the washroom joe, i’ll be back.” he stood up and walked away.

“hey, wai-“

so he followed you and tapped your shoulder. “hey...”

“o-oh, hi.” you were not expecting this guy to come up to you, especially when he’s a freaking actor.

“here’s my number. call me if you’re bored or something... we can hang out. by the way i’m sure you probably know me by the look on your face..?” he smiled and gave you a paper which has his number.

“(y/n).” you smiled back.

“so, see you, (y/n)?” he smiled again before walking away.

all you need to know is

you can call me

when you're lonely

when you can't sleep

i’ll be your temporary fix

you control me, even if it's just tonight

you thought about calling ben. you couldn’t sleep, and you were alone in bed.

your boyfriend james was away to god knows where, but you could care less.

so you reached for the nightstand to get your phone and dialed ben’s number, which you memorized not long ago.

you waited for him to pick it up, putting your phone to your ear.

“hello?”

“h-hi ben, it’s me (y/n).” you were nervous and you don’t know why.

“oh, (y/n). how are you?”

“i’m good,” you smiled. “i just couldn’t sleep and i’m alone.”

the whole night was spent by you two talking about your lives. you learned alot from him, about his life.

“goodnight (y/n).” you heard him say before drifting off to sleep.

you can call me

when you feel like

i’m your good time

i’ll be your temporary fix

you can own me, and we'll call this what you like

let me be your good night

“i saw your missed call.” james’ voice boomed. “who the fuck is ben?”

you rolled your eyes. “no one. he’s just my friend, james.”

“a friend?!” he breathed in. “i know you have been talking to him these past weeks.”

oh my god, this is unbelievable.

“w-we haven’t even met up! what the hell are you talking about?”

“so you’re planning to meet up with him?”

“so what if i am? we’re just friends. nothing more.”

he glared at you. “you know what? if you’re gonna be like that, then leave.”

“fine.” you grabbed your purse, got out, then slammed the door.

how could he?

you proceeded to the cafe since it was 12 am and your boyfriend just locked you out, plus you were sleepy so you needed coffee.

ben...

you dialed ben’s number and not even in 5 seconds, he picked it up. “what’s up (y/n)?”

“i-i need you.” you sobbed. “please...”

“alright, where are you?”

“the cafe near the restaurant we met a few weeks ago.”

the night is on your lips and i feel like i’m locked in

there’s a million eyes, i don't care if they're watching

your body is saying everything

i don't have to read your mind

ben arrived at the cafe where you were staying at. he sat on a chair, facing you.

“you look sleepy.” he stated, and you let out a dry chuckle.

“heh. i am.” you yawned. “and i have nooowhere to go. my boyfriend locked me out of the apartment because we fought.”

he gasped softly. “what? i’m taking you to my flat.”

your eyes went big as saucers. “what? no! i mean.. is it okay..?”

he let out a laugh. “of course. now come on, let’s go.”

you two went out of the cafe, and you shivered. “i fucking forgot my jacket. oh my go-“

“here.” he removed his jacket, exposing his white t-shirt. he put it around your shoulders, and warmth engulfed your figure.

“t-thank you.” your lips curled up into a smile. speaking of your lips, he was staring at it.

oh how he wants his lips to yours, just as much as you want your lips to his.

so he went in for a kiss. it was soft, yet so passionate. he could care less about the eyes watching them. all he cares about right now is you.

feel you on my neck while i’m calling a taxi

climbing over me while i climb in the backseat

now we're taking off

now we're taking it off tonight

you pulled away slowly, and look into his eyes. “b-ben...”

“i’ll be your temporary fix.” he smiled bitterly.

you rest your head on his neck, while he calls a taxi.

him? temporary fix?

well, you guess there’s nothing wrong with him being a temporary fix. besides, it’s just temporary.

the taxi arrived, so you two climbed in the backseat. ben gave his address to the driver, and you climbed on top of him, sleepy.

“go sleep, angel.” he spoke with a soft voice, not long before you drifted to sleep.

all you need to know is

you can call me

when you're lonely

when you can't sleep

i’ll be your temporary fix

you control me, even if it's just tonight

you woke up because of ben’s alarm, so you fluttered your eyes open to see yourself in his arms, and he was shirtless.

“u-uh, ben...” you called out softly, but then you noticed his sleeping figure.

he’s so peaceful...

his eyes fluttered open and went to grab his phone, turning off the alarm.

he yawned, and smiled. “good morning love, how’s your sleep?”

“fine.” you smiled back.

there was a few seconds of silence, until he spoke up. “(y/n)... uh...”

“what?”

“i need help...” he pointed down his...‘down there’. “well, my little buddy needs help...”

his morning wood.

your eyes widened as you lay there, stunned.

uh oh.

should you really do it? after what he had done for you—let you sleep in his house, took care of you, you think he deserves it.

“l-look, if you don’t wan-“

“it’s okay!” you laughed awkwardly. “it’s okay...”

he pulled you to his lap, and kissed you hungrily. you kissed back almost immediately as his hands roamed around your body, then slipping his hand under your shirt and stopping at your bra clip.

“may i?” you nodded at his question, continuing to kiss him.

you can call me

when you feel like

i’m your good time

i’ll be your temporary fix

you can own me, and we'll call this what you like

let me be your good night

after that steamy morning, you both ate breakfast.

and honestly, he was like your boyfriend instead of james.

you knew it was wrong, of course, but you couldn’t help it.

and he really did took care of you. he let you wear his shirt and sweatpants after you took a bath and cooked food for with you.

oh, how you wished he was your boyfriend. but that’s impossible, he’s just a temporary fix. he even said it himself, so you just have to come to him whenever you’re hurt because of your real boyfriend.

he drove you back to your apartment and after that, you thanked him.

“today was fun.” you stated when he rolled down his window of his car, smiling at him.

“i’m glad. you can call me when you feel like i’m your good time.”

you nodded, waving. “i will, see you.”

he smiled back, waving. you watched the car driving away as you sighed.

you walked to the door of the flat, and opened it. you went in and heard something unusual.

and it hit you.

your boyfriend james was fucking somebody.

we can roll in the darkness

let me touch you where your heart is

and if you're feeling the weakness

well i told you baby that you can call me

i’ll be your temporary fix

you can call me

you don’t know what to do. why were you feeling relief, when you should be crying at this point?

“oh james~” the girl moaned out, and you cringed.

you sat on the sofa, waiting for the two to get out of the bedroom. after some time, james and his slut went out and got startled by you.

“(y-y/n)! i d-didn’t hear you coming in-“

“save it, james. besides, i have someone else. i’m pretty sure you don’t feel the spark anymore in our relationship, right? because i don’t.” you laughed bitterly.

“oh really, when was the last time you felt the spark with him?” the slut chuckled. “you two have been dating for 11 months... while me and james have been fucking for 9 months.”

your jaw dropped. 9 months, he’s been cheating on you?

and there you felt your heart dropping as you felt tears fill up your eyes, but you refused to show it. “so, is that true, james?”

he nodded, and you slapped him hard. “i can’t fucking believe you. sure, me and ben fucked earlier, but you and that slut? for 9 months, and i didn’t know?”

he looked down. “i’m sorry (y/n)-“

“fuck off, dickwad. i’ll get my things tomorrow. go live with that slut.” you turned around, and got out of the flat.

this is so fucked up.

you grabbed your phone and called ben. he picked it up immediately. “love, what’s wrong-“

“j-james cheated on me. for 9 months and i didn’t know! please ben...” you sobbed. “i need you.”

“that dick.” he sighed. “i’ll pick you up at the cafe. for now, you can sleep at my place. stay there, and i’ll take care of you.“

you smiled. he’s the only one who can make you smile dearly. “thank you, ben.”

“anything, (y/n).”

after he ended the call, it came to your realization that...you were in love with him.

even if you just met a month ago, you felt so much love around him.

you were in love with benjamin jones.

you can call me

when you're lonely

when you can't sleep

i’ll be your temporary fix

you control me, even if it's just tonight

ben arrived at the cafe and spotted you, drinking coffee. he smiled at himself.

oh how he wanted you. how he wanted to kiss you.

how he wanted to be with you.

he walked up to you, and waved. “how are you feeling?”

“shit.” you responded, continuing to drink your coffee. he laughed and sat beside you.

“your things are still in that flat, right?” he asked and you nodded. “i could help you with your things tomorrow, but i don’t want to. you can just use my mom’s old clothes.”

you smiled. “thanks, but why does she have her clothes at your house? if you don’t mind me asking.”

“err..” he rubbed the back of his head. “her clothes there doesn’t fit her anymore, which i think fits you. she left it at my place because she said that if i have a girlfriend, my ‘girlfriend’ can use it.”

you blushed. “so... i’m your girlfriend?”

oh shit.

“i mEAN-“

“if you want to..” ben chuckled. “i want to be more than just a temporary fix for you. the first time i saw you at the restaurant, i couldn’t help but talk to you. how can someone cheat on you, hurt you?”

and he was in love with (y/n) (l/n).

you can call me

when you feel like

i’m your good time

i’ll be your temporary fix

you can own me, and we'll call this what you like

let me be your good night

you smiled. “i feel the same way, ben.”

his eyes lit up. “really?” and he kissed you. it was gentle, as if you were going to break.

after you pulled away, you looked at him and laughed. “also, why can’t you help me tomorrow?”

“i want to spend time with you, not to deal with that dick.”

the both of you intertwined fingers, and you spoke up.

“promise me you won’t hurt me?”

“i can’t promise you that.” he sighed. “i can’t promise you that i won’t hurt you. we may fight and i might hurt your feelings.” he faced you. “but i can promise to stay with you forever.”

you hugged him. years went by, yes, he sometimes hurt your feelings when the both of you fought, but he says sorry even if you were in the wrong. he doesn’t want to lose you.

but he never broke his promise: to stay with you forever.

[dorkzrul]

(Chapter 1)

Chapter 2

The next morning she found Luke had texted her and immediately jumped up, thinking he wanted to make amends for yesterday night. However this was all the text said:

Luke Castellan: You wanted to talk? Let’s meet at my place at 5.

No apology, not even an acknowledgement of the fact that yesterday had been their anniversary. Last night’s thoughts came back to her. She decided that she would go over, they would talk about yesterday and she would ask him why he was being so weird. Communication was important for any good couple. They would work through this.

At exactly 4:45, she left the house and reached Luke’s apartment by 5. She rang the bell and waited. Luke didn’t come to open the door. She rang the bell again. This time, she heard someone walking towards the door and fiddling with the lock. Luke pulled open the door and held up a finger. He was on a call. “K, I have to go, Annabeth’s here.” She heard a female voice saying something on the other side of the phone. “Maybe later, I have to go.”, said Luke and he put the phone down. “Who was that?”, she asked, more out of curiosity than anything else. “Noone.” “Um...okay” “Just someone from work”, Luke responded with a sigh. “So, how’ve you been”, he asked, instantly brightening. “You wanted to talk. What’s wrong?” The tone of his voice made her want to hit herself on the head. How could she ever think that he was cheating on her? He loved her!

“Oh um I actually wanted to talk about yesterday” “Sure, what about it?” Wait. had he really forgotten? “Yesterday was our anniversary Luke! How could you have forgotten? I waited for you for almost an hour yesterday!” He looked surprised and smiled sheepishly, “So sorry Annabeth! I thought it was next week. I really did. I had plans to surprise you with flowers and even bought tickets to see that movie you’ve been wanting to see. Ugh, I really messed up didn’t I?”, he shook his head, looking mad at himself. She softened. So he hadn’t forgotten. Well he did mix up the dates but that was a valid mistake. He did seem to have plans to make it special. She could forgive him. And since he’d bought movie tickets, they could go out together next week. “It's fine, it can happen. Lets go to see the movie next week and you can make up for forgetting our anniversary”, she added playfully. Luke looked relieved, “Great! Thank you!”, he tightly hugged her. She laughed. Things were good between them again!

Then suddenly she got a call from the architectural firm she worked in. “Hello?” “Annabeth, so sorry to bother you on a Saturday evening but do you think you’ll be able to send in the report right now? The date got changed to tomorrow and I still need to edit it and send it to boss” “Oh, of course. The report is complete. I'll send it to you as soon as I get home.” “So sorry Luke, I need to go”, she apologized. “It's fine, baby. Call me when you get home. Can’t wait to go out next Friday!”, he kissed her goodbye. She put on her shoes and walked out, closing the door behind her.

That night, as she lay in bed, she realised she’d forgotten to tell Luke about Percy. It’s fine though. It wasn’t really that important. Though she still felt she should’ve told him. She would have wanted to know if Luke was going for coffee with a random girl. She’d tell him tomorrow. Also, she still can’t believe that she’d actually considered that he was cheating. Luke would never do something like that, not just because it was wrong and he loved her too much but also because it would make him like his father. Luke’s dad had cheated on his mother and then just left them without a word. Luke’s mother hadn’t been right in the head since he left, leaving Luke to fend for himself. Luke loved his mother dearly and always took care of her, however she never got better. At least until she met his stepdad. She seemed brighter, happier, better mentally and physically. Until she died in a car crash a few years back. This was on the anniversary of his father leaving. Luke was devastated after that and his stepfather just took all the money that she’d left him and ran. Luke had had a tough past and he blamed his father for it all. However, he looked just like his father and every time he looked in the mirror it was his father's face he saw staring back at him. Luke swore that he would never be like his father and cheating would ruin that.

She fell asleep then, confident that everything was once again great between her and Luke.

The next morning she woke up and jumped out of bed, weirdly excited at the prospect of meeting up with Percy, considering he was just a stranger. You dont meet strangers for coffee, there's something else going on here, a part of her announced. Was there, she wondered, were they friends? She shrugged, it was unimportant. It was Monday, she suddenly realised. She was going to be late to work! She quickly got dressed and headed to work, grabbing a coffee on her way. The day passed, she felt herself get more and more jittery as it got nearer to 4. At exactly 3, she left the office and arrived home with just enough time to get dressed and leave.

She got there right on time and saw Percy already there. He saw her and waved, grinning. “Hey!”, he happily greeted her. “Hi”, she replied, slightly hesitating. He waved over a waitress. “What would you like today”, asked the waitress, clearly flirting with him. “Oh, um I’d like a hot chocolate and a chocolate muffin please”, he asked politely, almost as if he didn’t notice the waitress twirling her hair and blinking rapidly. “Um, do you have something in your eye”, she asked, annoyed. The waitress, Kelly (it was on her nametag), glared at her. “Who asked for your opinion”, she asked rudely. “You’re the waitress aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be asking for my order?” “Fine, whatever. What do you want?” “I’d like a cappuccino please” “Whatever, sure”, she rolled her eyes and walked away, swaying her hips and turning around her shoulder to wink at Percy, who had been watching this whole exchange with an amused expression on his face.

“What?”, she asked when she saw him looking at her. “Nothing, just the way you reacted” “She was just being annoying. I mean she only asked for your order, what about me. I was right there. Like hello, are you blind?!” He laughed at that. She glared at him, before cracking a small smile herself. “So, Annabeth, did you sort things out with your boyfriend yesterday?” “I did actually. It went pretty well” “Did he apologize for standing you up” “He did actually. He thought our anniversary was next week” Percy snickered a little at that. She glared at him, “Hey! It could’ve been you! Are you telling me you’ve never forgotten an important date between you and your girlfriend?” “Okay firstly, I might have forgotten a couple important dates but that’s different.”, he protested, “Secondly, I don't have a girlfriend”. Oh, Annabeth thought to herself, a guy as good looking as you without a girlfriend? Damn! But she kept that thought to herself, once again reminding herself about Luke. “How is it any different?”, she asked referring to his previous statement. “Well, it just is”, he mumbled, the tips of his ears reddening. She sensed there was an embarrassing story in this somewhere and tried to convince him to tell her.

“Fine, fine”, he conceded, grumbling under his breath. “I once forgot my own birthday and when my friend called me asking about my gifts, I thought it was his birthday, panicked and immediately went to his house to give it to him and apologise, only to find he wasn’t at his house. When I got back home, all my friends and family were there and threw me a surprise party. Imagine how much of an idiot I looked like when I entered the house with a gift from my friend and sad because I’d forgotten his birthday, only to be surprised by everyone and realise that it was my own birthday I’d forgotten”. She was doubled over by the end of the story, laughing harder than she had in a long time. “Whew”, she added, wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye. “That is hilarious! Did you really forget your birthday?”, she asked in disbelief. He nodded, embarrassed.

“What about you? Any embarrassing birthday stories”, he asked, grinning, his face still red. She immediately stiffened. Her birthday was a topic she liked to avoid. Percy noticed this and immediately, the expression on his face turned to one of concern, “What’s wrong? Was it something I said? I’m sorry”, he quickly added. “No, nothing you said” She debated for a moment, should she tell him? She’d only known him for a couple of days but he looked trustworthy enough. She decided to tell him. “It’s just, birthdays are kind of a hard topic for me. On the night of my seventh birthday, my mother just left, without a word. My father was heartbroken. He immersed himself into his work until he met Helen, my stepmother. On my 11th birthday, he introduced us to each other and she instantly hated me, I don't know why. I had never done anything to her.They got married soon after and had twins. My brothers, Bobby and Matthew. As I grew older, I looked exactly like my mother and looking at me reminded my father of his lost love. Thus, he shunned me and ignored me entirely. He got his own family with Helen, Bobby and Matthew and I was always the outsider, just another reminder of his failed marriage”, tears were falling down my cheeks by now, “My stepmom hated me as I was the child of her husband’s previous marriage. My stepbrothers learned to hate me. I had no one left who I could rely on… until Luke”

She kept her head down, tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt Percy’s arm around her and moved closer to him, almost burying her head in his warm chest. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be crying. I’m making this whole meeting really awkward.”, she noticed a couple of wet marks on his shirt, “And I also ruined your shirt!” She pulled away, quickly wiping away her tears. “No, no, it’s okay. I'm glad that you trusted me enough to tell me this and I’m so sorry. If it makes you feel better, my father also left when I was little and until a couple years back, I also had a terrible stepfather. He was really bad. He used to hit my mom and I. I still have scars on my back from his knife, and they’re still better than those my mom has.” That did make her feel better, but then she felt horrible for feeling better at someone else’s bad experiences. “Oh, I’m sorry that must’ve been terrible. You said until a couple years back? What happened” “Oh um, he died in a car accident and my mom just remarried another guy. He’s much better. He really loves her and she loves him.” She could hear the pain in his voice. He really loves his mother, she thought. “What about you? Do you like him?” He looked surprised at the question. “Well, I suppose he makes her happy so he can’t be all that bad” “You really love her a lot huh?”, she asked, softly. “I do”, he smiled at this, “She’s the most wonderful person ever. She deserves so much better than what has happened to her. She really loved my father and he left her, leaving her to fend for herself with a baby. Then came Gabe, my first stepfather. He used up all our money and left us injured and almost broke. She worked 3 jobs to support us and we finally got back on our feet. Then, she met Paul, and he’s been around for a year and it’s been great” The two shared soft smiles. “It was really great meeting you today Percy. And thank you” “You’re-you're welcome”, he replied, looking a little shocked. “You too. I hope we can do this again sometime”, he said smiling. “Sure”, she responded.

He walked her to her apartment and then left with a quick hug, momentarily stunning her. That night she fell asleep with a smile on her face, feeling better than she had in ages.

Thanks so much for reading this and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I tried to update asap, which was today. Also, anyone got the Bad Blood reference? Lol. K thanks again for reading and don't forget to comment/review. It helps me write better and update faster!!! *awkwardly hugs readers* <3<3<3

Tagging: @rhian-not-ryan

[pbandjesse]

I don't know what's wrong but I feel awful right now. I was having a really good day and I felt good. And sometime around 5 I start getting a migraine. And then when I got home I started having this horrible chill. And now I like I'm laying here and I'm shaking my head hurts. I don't know what's wrong. I hope it passes with some sleep.

I like I said I felt good today. I slept pretty good last night and woke up around 7:30. I read an article on my phone and that made me feel better about getting up. I don't know why but it just kind of woke me up in a way I haven't felt in a while. I got dressed and I felt very cute I packed my lunch and I headed out.

I did not thoroughly enjoy my bike ride for many reasons. First I forgot to bring a sweatshirt or a jacket or anything so it was a little chilly. That just got worse throughout the day but whatever. I also got leered at by a bunch of gross guys. So that didn't make me feel very good. But I got to work in one piece and everything was good.

I was doing assembly line but sixth graders today and they were such a great group. The teacher was great the kids were great the parents were great. I got to kind of Goof Off with them a little bit and do assembly line differently because they were so nice and paid attention so well. One of them even called me ma'am. And we finished up early so they all got to go and hang out in the car for a little while and go to the bathroom and stuff before we did our tour.

And it was a very good to her. I got a little mouth numb few times but they all took it in stride and enjoy my stories I think. When I got to the Garment Lofts buy legit started choking up. And then I couldn't stop choking up I got really into my story and they all really felt the emotions to and then I was just like okay I can't talk in this room anymore so we went to print and I was able to pull myself together by then. But I really think that they understood why I got so emotional about Baltimore and the women in the immigrants and all of that. I hope the kids appreciated it.

I left around 12:15 and I biked to the bus and got on right away. I got to the school and went to the community room because we were supposed to have a meeting at 1:30. And there was some food in there for us because of the teacher appreciation week so I got pasta. And I waited. My other coworkers came but Chelsea and Tiffany were not there. And I was very concerned that I was in the wrong room but I was in the right place everyone was just running late.

We had a restorative circle with some of the girls from her class. Talked about some of the issues and how we could be better about being catty and fussing with each other all the time. It was good to get it all out in the open with them. I hope it helps even though we only have a couple weeks left.

We had to run to go get the kids because the circle had gone later than we had planned. But the kids were upstairs hanging in the hallway and it was all good. They got our boards for us and we went inside and painted for a couple minutes before we went to recess.

It was very cold when we got out there and Michael Kennedy was just wearing his sweatshirt around his waist so I asked him if I could wear it and he let me and that helped a lot. I skated with the kids a little bit but mostly way to gymnastics. I let the girls try to teach me how to do a cartwheel. I used to be able to do around off but it's been awhile like almost two years since I've done one. So we were having a good time doing that. And then we went to dinner.

Our time was good in general. Chelsi took the girls and went to film their music videos and I went outside with the boys to film their action movies. I lucked out this time because I only had four kids. But to be fair yesterday chelsi had four kids and I had everybody else. So it all work out. And I really had a good time running around with the boys and tell me their actions means. I hope chelsi it is okay with editing all of it as well. She's so great about that.

Like I said though I started getting a headache at the end of the day. And the kids were screaming at each other in the cross or when it felt very overwhelming. But I had them all go around and say a positive thing about filming and gave him a marshmallow and then it was time to go home.

I didn't have to wait too long for the bus which was nice because I had forgotten my charger at the BMI and my jacket at home so I had a dying phone and I was cold. My battery lasted about halfway on the bus ride but it was okay. I stopped at the grocery store to get hot dogs and bread and then came home.

I had my hot dogs and hung out for a while. And then I took a bath and I have been desperately trying to feel better. James is going to come over soon which is why I'm trying to get this done a little bit early. But really I just think I'm going to fall asleep. Just don't feel very good. Tomorrow I have the morning off though. So I get to sleep in which I'm looking forward to. And then hopefully it's just a good day with my kids. Sleep well everyone. Have a good night

[jennsmischievousmind]

A perfect fit (part 4)

Summary : James Buchanan Barnes stumbles upon you, a lady that got him wrapped around her finger.

Warning/s: smut. If you’re under 18 please don’t read this.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader; Steve Rogers x reader (platonic)

Words: 3,130

Tags : @rodkrake @kaffekanden @namiiswan @destielinamoose @slender--spirit @townmoondaltwistle

A/N : English is not my native language … yeah coz writing smut in french sucks sometimes so excuse my rough english and typos.

In the idea that Bucky and Steve came back to Brooklyn after the war and never went near a freaking train. It’s a pretty long one so I’ll do parts.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (end) 

"It's okay Buck, come with me." you whispered. You passed by Steve and kissed his cheek.

"Welcome back Cap, thank you!" he smiled and salute you. 

The Howling Commandos watched as you pass by them followed by Bucky at the end of your arm, some howled. You glanced at Bucky whom sheepishly look at you, somehow sorry for how the commando was behaving. You’ll let that pass for tonight, all you had in mind was bringing Sergeant Barnes home.

All the way to your place Bucky never released your waist, each time you had to stop at the crossroad, he would nuzzle his face in your hair, not saying a word just enjoying your scent and your presence.

You opened your door, throwing your purse on the couch you head to the bathroom. When you came back a minute later, Bucky was there sat on the couch back side. You reached for him and embraced him, the tip of his nose in the nook of your neck, he hugged you so tight. You felt your top dampening, when you understood you were already sobbing with him, James Buchanan Barnes wasn’t the type of patriarchal guy who hides his feelings to stay in the manly club, but to make him cry like that, you couldn’t even imagine what it was back there. You hugged him tighter at the thought.

"I've missed you." he finally said, before looking at you.

You caressed his hair for a few minutes silently. He stared at you like it was the first time he saw you. You could see a part of the Bucky you had met was gone at this moment, the war had changed him and it broke your heart, he used to be such a chatty handsy charmer and here he was silent and so vulnerable. 

You led him to the bath, the air was warm, a light fog enveloping you both. You turned around, when he saw the bath he let out a little sigh of pleasure. 

“Loosen up baby” you said starting to unbutton his military coat, kissing his cheek you put the coat on your arm and left him to get change.

When you came back you were wearing in a white silk night gown. Bucky was sat in the bath, his head backwards, eyes closed. You get on your knees next to the bath, reaching the bath cloth and the soap lathering it in your hands. Then you caressed his left arm, he slightly jumped then relaxed immediately when he saw you.

"Let me." you said gently, he smiled sitting up, his back facing you. You washed his arms smoothly, caressed his back and planted soft kisses on his neck. Your left hand roamed on his chest followed by the cloth, strands of your hair falling over his shoulders, your bosoms pressing lightly on his back as you leaned over to wash his chest. He stayed silent, eyes closed you could only hear his breathing getting heavier. 

You dropped the cloth, your right hand going further in the water following Bucky's abs, his happy trail leading you to his shaft, as soon as your hand wrapped around him, Bucky gasped, grasping the sides of the bath.

Still kissing his neck, you start pumping him slowly but firmly, your thumb brushing the tip making him tightened his grip on the bath, he groaned as you pumped him faster, your other hand plunge in the water and gently fondled his balls. 

"Doll!" he groaned and totally lose it, he came in the water. His head fell back on your shoulder, he was breathing heavily and so were you, seeing him coming undone and the look on his face made you hope that even for a moment he forgot everything bad he went through this past few months.

You let him dry himself while you where in the bedroom preparing your clothes for tomorrow. He went in only wearing shorts although you had give him a top with it. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching you picking up some outfits.

"Come here Y/N." he suddenly spoke. You walked to him as he reached for your waist, his arms wrapping around you as you stand between his legs, he rested his head on your tummy.

Your fingers going through his damp, disheveled hair. Sighing multiple times he finally lifted his head, his chin on your navel. You leaned in and pecked his lips.  

"You have to sleep M.Barnes." He nodded and went under the cover while you checked if you had close the door and switch off the lights, when you came back he was already drowsing out, quietly getting in bed you felt him reaching for you, your back on his chest, he let out a sigh that said it all. Your hands caressed his arms encircling your waist, it felt so wonderful to have him next to you at last.

In the middle of the night you felt the mattress moved unusually. You opened your eyes to found him sitting on his side of the bed.

"Bucky?" you whispered. He turned around surprise.

"Sorry doll, I didn't mean to wake you." He laid back, facing you, you felt something was odd so you just opened your arms, he shoved his head on your chest resting his face just above your breasts, his arms wrapping around your warmed body. 

The next morning you woke up with Bucky holding you, as much as you wanted to stay in bed with him you had to go to work, you wriggled out of his hold without waking him.

You made breakfast, some eggs on toast with some bacon. On your way to the bathroom you picked in your bedroom to check on Bucky, he was still asleep, you smiled as his face was so relaxed.

You grabbed your towel and exit the shower. Gasping at Bucky who was standing right there in all his morning glory.

"God Bucky, you scared me!"

He chuckled "Sorry!" his hands snaked around your waist, as yours rest on his biceps. He started kissing your neck, your skin prickling at his touch, his sudden ‘recovery’ made you weak at the knees in a matter of seconds.

"Don't..don't you want to eat breakfast.." you said absolutely not convincing.

"Oh doll, I know exactly what I want to relish right now.." his lips brushed your ear lobe making you quiver.

He seized the towel and let it fall from your body to the ground, revealing your naked body to him, he couldn't stop staring making you shiver under his gaze. It was the first time that you felt so vulnerable since he left, his body warm radiating as he leaned on you, your breath accelerating as he kissed his way down, gently nibbling on your bosoms, when he did he suddenly shivered, breathing warm hair on your nipples putting his forehead on your breasts your hands cupped the nape of his neck. He had miss your body as much as you missed his, and it was so exquisite that he had trouble coping. 

He resumed his sweet attentions. His hands on your rib cage tickling you in a pleasant way, he knelt down, fingers caressing your skin till it finds your buttocks that he fondled, circling your navel with kisses, he tightened his grip around your legs. His thumbs rubbing soft circles in the inner of your tights dangerously close to your intimate parts. You took a deep breath when his left hand went to your ankle, making his way up caressing your skin to your knee, he lifted it on is shoulder. He peppered kiss the flesh on the way to your womanhood. Your mind was blank, enjoying every of his gentle touches. 

His thin delicate lips pecked your sex and you moaned jolting, gripping the towel rack. His tongue slowly moved beyond the folds, building you up, going further in following every of your moan. None of his fingers went near your intimate part, he was undoing you only with his tongue, you had almost forget the feeling of this wave of pleasure growing inside. Hands gripping at his silky hair, struggling to keep still, Bucky felt you were on the edge so his lips closed around the bundle of nerves and you came undone, moaning loudly, he sucked on it drawing out your orgasm.

With a final kiss, he stood up, drying his mouth with a towel before kissing you passionately, tasting yourself on his tongue, you eyes still closed. He pressed you on the sink, you felt his arousal on your tummy, desire flowed through your body, both of you wanted more, but not now though.

One cannot break away from James Buchanan Barnes so easily, he followed you to the bedroom, getting in your way as you tried to dress up, you sighed at yourself trying hard to resist him, the store could not open without you and customers hearing you moan was not a good idea for business.

"Wearing a dress today?” he asked surprised, he must have seen you in a dress like less than a dozen times.

“Why? You don't like it?” you look at yourself, swirling the fabric. 

He went to you “Oh no doll, I love it that's the problem, you're lovely, but I have to tell you, his right hand went up your thigh lifting your dress, I'd rather keep you undress.” 

The muscle between your legs clenched, good lord that man was trouble! You had your way to make him beg for your body, but he definitely had his too!

He gave up with one condition.

"Make sure to come up immediately after work, I'll ..." he whispered in your ear everything he wanted to do to you, resulting in you blushing hard and whimpering as he nibbled on your lobe.

You pushed by a chuckling Bucky, as you reached the door he pinned you on it, his all body pressing against yours, his warm breath fanning against your cheekbones, his fine lips found yours, deepening the kiss, his hands cupping your face.

"I love you Y/N!" he murmured against your lips.

Your lips then moved to his cheek, leaving trails of sweet kisses to his temple. Pressing gently your soft lips on his eyelids he let out the tension in his shoulders, relaxing in your touch, he was still in recovery even if his needs were real, this tension was a reminder that he was still damaged and much more vulnerable than you thought. After a long hug, you let him get ready as he was supposed to meet Steve at his place. 

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Finally getting downstairs, Oliver was already there.

“Good morning boss!” Oliver greeted you, yawning right after.

“Good it is, indeed.” your fingers drummed on the desk before swiftly putting your measuring tape around your neck.

“Someone had fun.” Oliver wriggled his eyebrows, joining you at the desk.

“You can talk! I saw you last night, in the company of a young man!” you're the one wriggling your eyebrows at him this time.

“He was really .. ardent! he shuddered, “you?”

You grinned. “He was..he is, you leaned on the desk, devoted!”

Oliver let you in your reverie and went to the front door, putting up the OPEN sign, arranging the cuff links and ties.

You were now storing new pants then Bucky appeared beside you, thinking of what he said earlier about what he had in mind for you, you bit your lip, his pupils getting wider as he saw you do so, yours were probably black with lust at this point. Snaking his harm around your waist, he leaned in kissing you fervently, your nails scraping his scalp it made him shivered, he slightly spanked your butt eliciting a little moan from you.

"James Buchanan Barnes you are trouble. And I love you!" His face lightening up, you saw a glint in his eyes before he smirked, grabbing one of your butt cheek while kissing you, you chuckled swatting his hand from your buttocks.

"Go away troublemaker, I got work to do!" He winked and salute Oliver on his way out.

Oliver was back at the desk, arms crossed, staring at you. You shrugged at him.

"Naughty boss!" He shook his head grabbing some hangers.

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Bucky came back around 6pm when you were about to close the store, before you could say anything, Bucky had you stuck between him and the main desk. His lips on yours, needy almost desperate, he caught your legs and made you jump on the edge of the desk, encircling his waist with your legs you brought him closer grabbing the lapels of his jacket. He cupped your face, gently sweeping your hair behind your ears, you pulled back a brief second looking deeply into his eyes, it killed him, it made him want to kiss you even more, unable to be separated from your lips for a second longer. His hands reclaiming your entire body, caressing the small of your back to your waist then he caught the hem of your dress inching it up your legs. Having trouble with his shirt’s buttons you yanked it open, the buttons flying on the floor. 

"Someone's eager." He said chuckling between kisses.

"Lil reminder, you just pinned me on the desk James Barnes!" you punched his chest lightly.

"Well, I need my girl to feel how much I missed her!" At these words you shivered, oh good lord you couldn’t wait. 

He bit on your jawline, then your neck sucking on the skin, you were pretty sure to have a bruise later on. His hands going further up you thighs, you were breathing heavily at his touch, your own hands scratching his back.

“Oh my goodness me!!” You both startled at Oliver's voice. His shock face quickly transforming into a smirk.  

"Don't mind me, sweethearts, I'll .. see myself out!” He took his coat and with an acute voice said “Have fun!” making sure to put the CLOSED sign before leaving. You both shrugged.

“We won't make it upstairs, won't we!?” you asked cocking an eyebrow at him.

“I’m afraid so doll!” he answered smirking like the devil, you rolled your eyes at him as he chuckled.

Your hands roamed on his chest, removing his shirt, you admire his perfect bust, he looked down at your fingers tracing their way down his chest, stopping at edge of his pants. He let you in charge, you kissed his chest, up his neck, your hand dragged lower, along his front tracing the length of his hard cock through the fabric. He inhaled, his hands on your thighs tightening, still kissing his neck and collarbone you unfastened his trousers, slipping your hand in his shorts, feeling his hard swollen cock. He cursed under his breath, as you stroke him. When he regained a bit of control, his hand went up cupping your sex through you panties, he immediately pushed aside the fabric caressing your wet folds, you sucked in a sharp breath when he inserted two fingers in you. 

“Bucky I can’t wait no more!” grabbing the back of his neck, you crashed your lips against his. He discarded your panty after removing his own underwear. He grabbed your thighs once more, sliding you on the edge of the desk, Bucky standing at attention between your legs. He kissed you hard, grabbing his shaft, he finally buried himself inside you, both sighing at the sensation, that feeling of being complete that both of you missed so much. None of you could find the words. His fingers pressed into your flesh, he pulled back his length almost completely and slowly pushed back in, you both moaned, your head lolling back. 

He started thrusting trying his best not be too impatient but your constant moans and praises had him mesmerized. Leaning on the desk, you fumble with the buttons of your dress, the sleeves sliding down your arms, Bucky groaned as you revealed your bra less breasts, you had remove the uncomfortable fabric earlier today.

"You are one of a kind Y/N!" He mused, one of his strong, rough hand skimming your body until he got a good gentle grip on your breast, his thumb playing with your perky bud. You arched at his touch and as he fasten his pace, feeling you were at the rim, he pulled back his shaft leaving you hollow, he smirked at your furrowing brows. Grabbing your waist he helped you get down the desk and spun you around, caressing your buttocks while kissing the back of your neck, he then staved into you, your fingers intertwined with his on your hip, the other grabbed a hold of his muscular ass, contracting at each thrust. He was needy but not rough, his arms trapped your body against him, his biceps pressing against your bosoms, a hand on your neck, he kept you still from writhing under the pleasure he was giving you, he suddenly smacked your butt cheek eliciting a louder moan from you both as you clenched around him. His thrusts became uneven as he was about to lose it, you tightened your grip on his biceps. He let out a guttural moan as he released himself inside you, you followed closely crying out.

Both panting, you winced as he removed himself from you, already missing the feeling. Facing him you stand on your tiptoes, your fingers caressing his jawline beckoning him forward, he obliged, keeping a finger under his chin you kissed him passionately. He embraced your body, his warm sweaty skin against yours feeling so right. 

The fact of having you naked in his arms made him realize that he had really returned from this hell that was war, and that was the most beautiful feeling ever. 

“We should maybe, go upstairs.” he breathed against your temple.

“Maybe...” you caught his lips in a searing kiss, caressing the nape of his neck. 

You barely made it upstairs, until you pushed him on the bed, he quickly took over, binding your hands with his above your head as he kissed you over and over, grinding his erect member against your sensitive part. Your bodies tangled, as you made each other feel the love you had for one another. 

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The next day you were having a coffee break at noon with Oliver, around the fabrics table, you saw him staring at you from across it.

You put down your mug “What?” 

“Nothing, just ... did you wipe the desk?” he snorted. 

You threw him a piece of fabric.

“Of course I did! But hey I guess we’re even.” you took a sip while he looked at you wondering.

“Remember Samuel? In the fitting room?” you pursed your lips, leaning on your fist.

“Oh! .. right.” he blushed and played with a piece of fabric. 

“Yeah.That time.” You nodded smiling at his blushing face while drinking your coffee. 

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Part 5 

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Dallas Imagine part 4 (I Promise)

I Promise by Radiohead

Part three:

https://and-original-post.tumblr.com/post/185424107407/and-claudia-origina-posts

Dally's pov

I decided to hold off giving Yn her gift until we can let everything settle down some. So for now I have kept the small velvet box hidden in my underwear drawer. I know that sounds pretty weird but it's the only place I could think that Yn wouldn't find it because even when she does do my laundry with hers she won't touch my underwear. You would think at after 3 years together and everything that we've done together she'd wouldn't care but nope she refuses to touch it.

But it's been two weeks now and I'm ready to do it. It's a Tuesday so we're all having dinner at the Curtis house, like we do every Tuesday. We are also telling the gang about the baby since Yn will be 10 weeks tomorrow. Only Ponyboy, Soda and Darry know about it right now. I had already told the gang what I was doing today so they thought that was the only thing happening tonight.

I was already ready to go and Yn was just about ready. I walked out of the bathroom where I was checking how I looked, Yn wanted me to look "half way descent" for tonight, and I heard her sigh frustratedly from our room. I walked in to see her dig through her drawer without a shirt on, it was laying on our bed now.

"Hey, what happened? Weren't you wearing that black button up shirt when I left the room?" I asked.

"Well I was going to until the button popped off because it was too tight. Do you know where one of my solid black shirts are, and not the v neck one either?" She said with her back still towards me as she continued to look through the drawer.

"First of all how was it too tight, you haven't gained anything and you're not even showing at all. Second, why not a v neck? Third you wore one yesterday so it's dirty I think." I replied sitting down on the bed.

"Oh it's not too tight across my stomach, it's too tight on my boobs. They've gotten bigger, I'm surprised you haven't noticed. Would it be bad if I wore it again today, I mean we didn't really do much yesterday." She said turning to face me now as she headed over to a pile of our dirty clothes. If I'm being honest I noticed her boobs about 5 days ago but I wasn't going to say anything.

"No, it should be fine, if it smells a little just spray some of my cologne on it then it'll be fine. And for the record I did notice that your boobs are bigger I was just trying to be gentleman and not say anything about it. Here." I spoke as I stood up and grabbed my bottle of cologne and she put on the shirt. She sprayed a little on it then handed it back saying, "Dallas Winston, a gentleman? Ha. Good one!"

We started to walk out of the room and towards the stairs. "Screw you." I said teasingly at her comment.

"I did and look where it got me." She turned back to glance at me as I stepped off the last step.

"Ha ha." I rolled my eyes before following her out the door. I walked over to my pick up and opened the door for her. Then I walked over to my side and almost got in.

"Man, I forgot my keys. I'll be right back doll." I said before turn to run back inside.

"Just hurry, we're running behind!" She yelled back at me from the car.

I threw a thumbs up as I ran in. I took the steps two at a time then went straight to our room. I grabbed the keys that I had forgotten on purpose and then opened my underwear drawer where the velvet box sat untouched. I grabbed it, put it in my jacket pocket, and went back down to the car.

We drove to the Curtis house and got out then walked straight in without even knocking. Everyone was already there and watched as we both walked in 15 minutes late. Yn went around saying hello to everyone and giving a hug to both the Curtis boys that were there, Darry was in the kitchen still.

"So, how was it?" Twobit asked.

"How was what?" Yn asked.

"That quicky. That's why the two of you are usually late so I just assumed." He said laughing through the whole thing.

"Haha, we weren't having sex. I just could find anything to wear." Yn said.

"So you went with the shortest shorts you owned." Twobit shot back look at Yn butt. The two of them had the weirdest friendship in the group. Most of their conversation were just sexual teasing.

That's what you're wearing ;)

"Two, I will pull a blade on ya." I stepped in only half way joking.

"Ain't no one pulling a blade on anyone tonight." Darry said walking into the room.

"Hi Darry." Yn said standing up to hug him.

"Hi Yn, how are you?" He asked with a knowing smile.

"Doin great." She smiled back.

"Good," He turned to the rest of us, "alright so food is ready. It's just simple hotdogs and hamburgers with fries, per Yn request. But before we eat, I do believe something needs to be said." He looked at me and Yn.

"Yup." Yn said walking over to me, "Go for it Dally." She said.

"Why don't you say it." I said as she smiled. Everyone in the room, except the Curtis brothers, thought they knew what was happening. They thought I was about to give Yn the promise ring, but when I told her to do it they got very confused.

"Okay, I know we're still young but I couldn't be happier to say that... I'm pregnant!" It was silent for a minute before Twobit spoke up.

"Wait really?" He asked incredulously.

"Yeah, man." I said.

"Congrats guys." Johnny said standing up to hug Yn.

The rest of the gang gave some sort of congratulations to us then we all slowly made our way to the kitchen to eat. Johnny hung back some and grabbed my arm.

"I thought you were givin her that ring?" He asked confused.

"I am just later on don't worry." I assured him.

Yn walked back into the room.

"Come boys, you both need to eat, I can't be the only one getting fat."

I chuckled a little and Johnny full on laughed as we both walked to the kitchen. Diner was spent talking about what me and Yn plan to do in the future, like if we would buy a house, get jobs, move from Tulsa. Soda and Steve even offered to help me get a job at the DX. There were also numerous inappropriate jokes and comments said which had Yn blushing and trying to hide her face in my arm as I tried not to laugh. When we were all finished we made our way into the living room.  Since no one actually had work tomorrow morning, we decided to watch a movie.

I won't run away no more, I promise

Even when I get bored, I promise

Even when you lock me out, I promise

I say my prayers every night, I promise

I don't wish that I'm spread, I promise

The tantrums and the chilling chats, I promise

Even when the ship is wrecked, I promise

Tie me to the rotten deck, I promise

"Ok before we watched the movie I need to do something." I said. All the guys had smirks on their faces. I grabbed Yn hand I lead her out side and a little away from the house. I stoped walking then she stood in front of me and I turned to face her.

"When we first got together three years ago in New York, I promised you that I would stop running away and that I would always be there for you. Even when your aunt died I refused to let you go through it alone and lock me out. We've stuck together through everything, the good, the bad, and the dirty, ugly sides of each other. Even when we come to brink of our life together our love for one another pulls us right back in. I don't want to be with anyone else besides you ever in my lifetime. I know that if we ever end, I'll end too. I can't live without you in my life." I paused and took the small box that felt like it had been burning a hole in my pocket the whole time we were here.

I won't run away no more, I promise

Even when I get bored, I promise

Even when the ship is wrecked, I promise

Tie me to the rotten deck, I promise

I won't run away no more, I promise

"Today, I want to renew all these promises we've made to each other and add one more promise to the list..." I opened the box to revile the ring to her, "take this ring and promise me that you won't leave me. Promise that one day when we're older, I'll get to this all over agin twice. Once when I propose to you and then again at our wedding. And promise to never stop loving me, because I'll never stop loving you." 

She had tears in her eyes and I almost did. She began to nod quickly.

"Yes, Dally. Of course, I love you so damn much." She stood on her toes as she wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face into the side of my neck. When she pulled back she held up her left hand and let me slide the ring on it.

"It's simple I know, but it's all I could afford at the time when I bought it." I said scratching the back of my neck awkwardly.

"Oh Dallas, I love it. And you didn't steal this, how did you have the money for it?" She asked looking between me and the ring.

"No I didn't steal it," I laughed a bit, "But I did hustle a few guys at pool for the money."

She smiled and shook her head, "Thank you Dal, I love it." She hugged me once again and I kissed the top of her head.

"Let's head back in and watch that movie now, huh?" I said and she nodded before taking my hand and leading the way to the house.

When we walked in all the guys started hootin and hollerin, making Yn jump back in surprise.

"Did they all know?" She asked turning to me.

"Yeah."