#i got that anonymous ask a week or so telling me to calm down about fictional characters

[scripted-downfall]

Mary Winchester: Oh, dear, however shall I face Sam? It's my fault the Yellow-Eyed Demon killed me and came for Sam! I started all of this and it's all my fault; I feel so guilty for leaving you!

Also Mary Winchester: I'ma leave the Bunker and go hunt; peace out, bitches!

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Best Friends

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Castiel x child!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you don’t want to go to school, and the boys are having trouble making you

“NO!”

Dean was out of his bed in a second and bolting towards the library when he heard your scream.

“No, no, no!” You continued, and Dean heart pounded in his ears as he yanked out his gun.

He froze in surprise when he reached the library. Sam was making a desperate attempt to wrestle a sweater on you, and you were fighting him like it was made of acid.

“What…” Dean wasn’t even sure what to ask.

“Dean!” At the sight of the oldest Winchester you finally managed to slip out of Sam’s grasp and ran right to Dean.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked as you latched yourself to his leg, hugging him like your life depended on it.

“She doesn’t want to go to school,” Sam grunted as he followed you over to Dean, reaching down and trying to pry you away.

No!” You screeched, and Sam grimaced as he continued to pull at your hands, trying to unclamp you from Dean’s leg.

“Kid, cut it out,” Dean grunted, leaning down to help Sam. “Just go to school.”

“No!”

“Why not?” Sam sighed.

“I wanna stay with you!” You whined.

“I’m flattered,” Dean muttered sarcastically. “But you’ve gotta go, so just—“

“Got her,” Sam sighed in relief when he finally managed to pry your fingers off Dean’s leg. “Alright brat, let’s get you to school.”

“Brat” was Sam’s occasional nickname for you, and it was normally used ironically, like when he called Dean “jerk”. However, Dean could tell that Sam meant it a little more this morning.

“I don’t want to!” You whined as Sam carried you to the Impala, Dean trailing behind in case you tried anything. It turned out to be a good instinct, because before Sam could buckle you in, he turned for one second to look at Dean, and you took the opportunity to jump out of the car and make a run for the bunker.

“Hey!” Dean lunged for you, but missed.

“Cas!” You yelled suddenly, trying to summon the angel. “Cas I need you!”

“What’s the—“ Cas froze for a moment when he saw the scene; Sam, scooping you into his arms while you yelled and struggled, and Dean doing his best to keep you from kicking and/or biting Sam. “Matter,” he finished lamely, still unsure if he should interfere.

“We’re trying to get her to school,” Sam grunted when you kicked him in the ribs.

“She’s having a bit of a tantrum about it,” Dean added.

“Cas, help!” You cried.

“Can I talk to her?” Cas asked, and all three Winchesters seemed to freeze for a moment.

“Have at it,” Sam shrugged, setting you on the ground but keeping a hand on your shoulder to stop you from running.

“I won’t let her escape,” Cas assured Sam as he knelt in front of you, and Sam stepped back to give you two some space.

“N/N, I thought you liked school. Why don’t you want to go?”

Castiel’s gentle tone calmed you, and your response came out much quieter than your previous ones.

“I wanted to stay here with Sam and Dean,” you sniffled, shuffling on your feet.

“What about your friends at school? Don’t you want to be with them?”

“No.”

Cas was surprised when you started to cry at his question.

“Why not?”

Sam and Dean were both getting impatient, but Cas’s attention was fully on you.

“Be-because Lily’s been sick all week, and she’s my best friend! If she’s not there, then I don’t want to go!”

“And why didn’t you tell Sam and Dean this?” Cas asked.

You just shrugged, still sniffling. “They-they’d make me go anyway.”

“It’s true,” Dean called out.

Cas ignored him, still focusing on you.

“Don’t you have any other friends to play with?”

“No,” you whined, the tears once again streaming down your face. “Everyone else is a butthead.”

Castiel had to bite back a smile at that.

“Do you know who you remind me of?” He asked.

“Who?”

“Me.”

“You?” You sniffled. “How?”

“Well, every time I have to go to heaven, I don’t want to. Just like you don’t want to go to school.”

“Why?”

“Well, because all of my best friends are right here,” Cas smiled. “Sam, and Dean, and of course my favorite little Winchester.” You giggled as Cas poked at your stomach, your tears slowly stopping.

“But you don’t say anything,” you argued.

“Well that’s because I know that I have to go anyway. Even though all the other angels are buttheads.”

You giggled again at Cas’s words.

“I have to go,” Cas continued, still smiling. “Because I have a job to do. And you have a job to do right now; you’ve gotta learn, so you can grow up smart like your big brother Sam.”

Dean opened his mouth to argue, but Sam elbowed him.

“Oh.” You seemed to ponder Cas’s words for a long moment. “But…will you be here when I come back?”

“Of course, little one,” Cas promised. “I’ll be ready and waiting to see my best friend.”

Your face lit up at this, and the boys relaxed. You wouldn’t fight school anymore, at least not today.

“Cas, can you take me to school today?”

“I don’t think Dean would like me to drive the Impala…” Cas began, but when your lip began to quiver Dean stepped in.

“Just this once, ok?”

“Yay!” You giggled as Cas lifted you into his arms and deposited you into your seat. “Hey Cas?”

“Yes little one?” Cas asked as he buckled you in.

“You’re my best friend, too.”

“Oh yes?” Cas smiled at you.

“Yeah, and Sam, and Dean! You’re all my best friends.”

Cas did something that he rarely did—he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to your head.

“Then we’re all very lucky, little one.”

[its-time-to-write]

Hi love! Im obsessed with your writing. They actually make my whole day!!

I was wondering if you could do something with like protective!Jamie? Like maybe they’re out at a club and some guy won’t leave her alone!

Whatever you like? Thank you!

I did it! I didn’t know what gif to put with this. Wasn’t sure I’d finish it this weekend, but I got it done! I have finals next week, which either means I’m going to have a bunch of time or none at all. And again, thank you for being so kind. Many anonymous requests are not. 💚🍊

don’t go yet

Roy only lets Jamie go to the club when Richmond has won, which is why you’re both dressed up tonight. 

“You can have two drinks. Not fucking four, not fucking three, two. And if you fucking go over, your girlfriend will fucking tell me,” Roy had said.

Jamie had relayed this to you, more than a tad scandalized, but you just shrugged and said, “Roy’s not wrong.”

So now you’re at the club and Jamie’s had one drink that he’s been making last way too long, but he’s finally downed it and you’ve offered to grab him another one. Dani’s in the middle of some hilarious story about his old team, involving shaving cream, an unsuspecting coach, and… snails? Anyway, Jamie’s deeply invested in whatever it is which is why you’re at the bar waiting for your drinks and he’s sitting down. 

You’re contemplating what you want to do to Jamie once you get home, when an unfamiliar body sidles up to the space next to you.

You half-turn away to give him more space, but he just moves closer so you give him a look. The man, oblivious, says, “Hello gorgeous, name’s Max. What’s a sexy little thing like you doing out here all alone?”

Any distaste you had been stifling out of politeness ends. “I’m not alone, I’m here with my boyfriend,” you reply shortly. 

Max makes a show of surveying the room. “Don’t see him,” he says, “so I suppose you’re fair game.”

Your drinks appear, and you grab them. “I’ve got to go.”

“Hey now, I’m only trying to be fucking friendly. Your boyfriend doesn’t let you have friends?” He’s now blocking your path back to Jamie. You try to dodge around him, but he won’t let you. 

Max does not like that, and he snarls, “Don’t be such a bitch, I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind me having a turn, especially if he lets you out of the house looking like that.”

Your words catch in your throat, and before you can look around for help, there’s a tap on Max’s shoulder. 

“Oi mate,” says Jamie, voice calm but eyes simmering with rage, “pretty sure she wants to be left alone.”

Max turns to assess Jamie and you dart past him, behind your boyfriend. “And what’s it to you, shithead?”

Oh god. The last thing Jamie needs is to get into a fight tonight. You know that Nate would love nothing more than to bench Jamie whenever an opportunity presents itself. 

“Jamie,” you whisper, “let it go.”

Jamie doesn’t even look at you. “I’m her boyfriend, shithead.”

Max’s eyes betray a hint of surprise, then before you or Jamie can do anything he moves to shove Jamie. Jamie tenses up for a push that never happens, because Isaac has shown up from out of nowhere and has grabbed Max from behind. 

“Time to go, bruv,” Isaac says as he and Dani haul Max away.

Jamie fists are still clenched as he turns to you. Despite the anger on his face, his voice is gentle. “You alright, love?” 

You nod wordlessly and hand Jamie his drink. He takes both of them and puts them down. Your brain is playing catch-up because everything happened so fast.

“You wanna go?” he asks.

You nod again then shake your head. “No!” you protest, “This is your night out!”

Jamie’s hands are on your waist now, and you’re a little grateful because it’s grounding. You’re still reeling a bit.

“Babe,” he says, “I’m fucking exhausted, and you are too. And don’t fuckin’ lie, it ain’t gonna work. You’ve got little circles under your eyes. Let’s go home.”

You shut your mouth and sigh. That boy. He knows you too well. 

On your way out he says, “Can we do face masks? Can feel me face losing its sexy glow.”

You smile and squeeze his hand. Only Jamie can make a shit night into something good.

[thequeenofneverland1]

James Potter & Damon Salvatore///Is it another love?

Anonymous request: I love your writing so much I was wondering where you can do a crossover of the vampire diaries and The Marauders the reader is a Marauder and she likes James but he likes Lily she overhears that James would never like her so she goes out to cry and but then she meets Damon Salvatore who comes out from a Time Machine weeks later he takes her to his world since he has fallen in love with her so he tells to leave everything and go with him

“Since Lily doesn't like you, why not go for Y/n? who is also attractive.” Sirius smiles

“Y/n’s beauty is something I agree on, but I only view her as a friend and it would never happen.” James tells him “Because I love Lily.”

Wiping off your tears, you walked away quietly to avoid hearing James rejecting you anymore.

“But Y/n and you make a cute couple.” Remus tells him

“But I only want Lily, can't you guys not understand that?” James crossed his arms angrily

"And why can't you not understand that Lily doesn't like you back.” Sirius fumed “you're missing on a really nice girl like Y/n. I hope you don't regret it when she finds somebody else better than you.”

When you got outside, you started to cry again as you kicked the ground. "Why did I believe that he would like me back? I'm so stupid!! Of course he likes Lily.”

While you cried furiously, you didn't notice a machine falling on the ground and a person coming out of it.

As you stood up, someone asked from behind you, “where am I?” and scared the living hell out of you.

As you attempted to calm yourself down after getting scared by this weird guy with weird questions, you asked “who are you?”

“I apologize for scaring you, I didn't intend to do so. My name is Damon Salvatore.” He smiled as he kissed your hand.

You couldn't help but blush at this cute weirdo guy “My name is Y/n Y/l/n, but why did you ask weird questions?”

He smiles, again “Your name is beautiful just like you. I can't believe it’s my lucky day. I just met the most beautiful girl in the world.”

You smiled at this guy who was not only weird but he’s charming and cute. “Haha thank you but you didn’t answer my question.”

“Beautiful it’s hard to explain, and you’ll laugh at me after I finish telling you.” He tells you

“Why is it hard? You can tell me I promise that I won’t laugh.” You tell him back smiling

He looks at you with a sad look “you will laugh at me and I don’t want to scare you away because you will once I tell you and I know we don’t know each other but I already like you.”

You giggle, "You already like me? How is that possible? If I'm a boring person and it's ok, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to.”

He laughs, "you’re not a boring person. Your amazingness makes everything possible, and I'll reveal my secret to you at a later time.”

"Y/n there you are!!!,We were so worried about you." James glares at Damon, “Why are you conversing with this dumb ass stranger?”

Damon growls, "I don't think it's any of your business unless you're her boyfriend even if you are, you don't have a right to talk to her like that and I have a name boy.”

“He's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend.” You tell Damon with a smile

James looked at you shocked that you would say that "first Y/n don’t tell strangers about our lives and second of all, I don't need to know your name Mr.”

“James stop it and leave them alone. They were just talking and we rudely interrupted them.” Sirius tells him

James glares at his best friend then he looks over at you "while you were too busy talking to this idiot we were worried thinking that something bad happened to you since you didn't come to the Common room like you were supposed to.”

Damon fumed as he walked past you “Call me something else again and I'll have your ass on the ground.”

"Sirius and Remus take James away before something happens." you tell them as they nodded trying to take him away but James kept pushing them away “the fuck you’re not staying with him if we’re leave your coming with us.”

You give Damon a somber smile. “I have to go with them to avoid trouble because James shouts, but I'm hoping to see you tomorrow.”

He shakes his head, "He should get in trouble not you or your friends but I'm hoping to see you tomorrow as well princess and have a good night.”

You nodded with a smile “thank you and I hope you have a wonderful night as well.”

While walking with them, you rolled your eyes as James shouted at you and asked questions about Damon.”

"Stop rolling your eyes and answer me. Who the fuck is he?” He demands getting in your face

“I will slap you if you keep yelling and swearing at me, and you cannot demand to know his identity.” You told him before leaving

“Y/n,Get back here now!!. We're not done talking yet!!” James yelled out for you, but you flipped him off and kept walking.

James exclaims with frustration, “can you believe her?”

Remus shrugs his shoulders "Well you did go over the line.”

“I was just trying to protect her. I can't do that now?” James questions angrily “He could have done something to hurt her.”

“Yelling and swearing at her is not a way to protect her. It's pushing her away instead.” Sirius explains “and after what you did, I don’t think she’ll want you near or around her.”

“Given what you did, I agree with Sirius that she probably won't want to be near or around you.” Remus adds “Probably not even with us as well.”

With a smile, Lily says, “Y/n, I was looking for you.” The smile she had turned to a frown. "What's the matter?"

"Ask your boyfriend." Anger poured out of you as you walked past her.

Lily asks in a confused manner, "My boyfriend?"

James asks Lily with anger, "Have you seen Y/n?"

"She went in that direction,” Lily points out. "What happened?"

James sighs and thanked Lily before heading in the direction he was instructed to go.

She observes his departure and is irritated because no one is explaining the situation. “Could someone please give me an explanation?”

“James got mad because he saw Y/n and an unknown man talking.” Sirius explains “You know how he is overprotective of her.”

“Sirius, that also sounds like he got jealous.” She tells him with smile

“James doesn’t like her, he likes you”. Remus tells her

“But I don’t see him like that because I really like somebody else.” She confesses

“Is it Snape?” Sirius tease her with a smirk

“Maybe”. She blushes as she shrugs her shoulders “but I do hope that one day, Y/n and James end up together.”

“Y/n we didn’t finish talking.” James grabs your arm

James' hand is removed from your arm by you. “We have concluded.”

“I was just trying to protect you from him who could have hurt you, can't you see?” He fumed

You rolled your eyes, “You need to worry about Lily instead of me.”

“You are the focus, not Lily.” He huffed

“The conversation we had is irrelevant to me now, it's concluded.” You walked off.

Damon comes out of the machine with a smile as everyone asks him questions “I just saw and met the most beautiful woman in the world.”

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Stefan looks at him with confusion

With a grin on his face, Damon gazes upon his brother, “Y/n Y/L/N is the most stunning woman I have ever met."

Elena laughs, “Babe, I'm speculating that your brother came across a stunning woman when he went to another world.”

Stefan laughs too "I think you're right because right now he's being stupid and not listening.”

“what should we do?” Caroline asks

“I think let’s leave him alone for a second and he’ll probably tell us later.” Elena replied

Caroline rolled her eyes "why later? I want to know about the mystery woman that got the demon in love? Oops, I meant Damon.”

“I have a name and the mystery woman that got me in love is Y/n I already told you guys.”

Caroline crosses her arm in frustration "We all know that, but we want to know who she is.”

Damon smirks, “you’ll soon have the chance to meet her because I'm thinking of bringing her into this world.”

“That’s not saying much.” Caroline grumbles

After what happened last night, you been ignoring James who has been trying to talk to you since the morning

“Why are you so moody Prongs?” Sirius asks pretending to not know what got his best friend in a bitchy mood

“Because Y/n is not talking to me.” James grumbles as he rolls his eyes

“After what transpired last night, why should she?” Sirius defends you “You're my best friend, but she's also my best friend. What you did was wrong.”

“I'm apologetic for trying to safeguard her. Perhaps in the future, I'll keep my mouth shut.” James storms off

“James, come back.!!!That wasn't what I intended to say.” He ignores Sirius' call out.

James dropped to his knees on the grass as he let out tears "I'm so sorry Y/n for the things that I have done.”

“James,be patient with her right now. She's upset, but eventually she'll forgive you.” Lily tells him

“You think so?” he asks with hope on his face

“Of course!!!” She smiles

Outside, you were waiting for Damon who sent you a letter to meet him here “there you are my princess.”

You blushed "so I read your letter and it said that you have a surprise for me

He looked at you with hope but scared at the same time “promise me you won't get scared or try to run once I take you to my city and tell you what I am.”

You give him a confused stare, “I don’t promise anything but okay.”

Damon grabs your hand and leads you to a machine as you look around the machine “you made this cool time machine?”

He laughs as he closes the door and he sits next to you “I wish but actually it was Bonnie my friend, that made this.”

You looked at him with a smiled as you noticed that you and Damon came to a stop and the two of you got out

You were taken aback by the beauty of this city and looked around in shock. “Where are we?”

He smiles at you, "Mystic Fall."

You stare at him in shock. "Mystic Fall?, as they claim, is the location of the supernatural."

He nods and lowers his head. "Indeed, and I am among them."

“What kind of supernatural are you?”

“Vampire.” He says “ I understand if you’re scared, if you want I’ll take you home so you don’t go by yourself.”

You moved closer to him and grabbed his face with a smile. “I’m alright; I'm not terrified or anything.”

With a grin on his face, he grabbed your hands and kissed them. “Okay then, my Princess, let's go meet some individuals.”

"Have you seen Yn? I haven't seen her all day.” James says

“It's probable that she's with Lily or something. End your overprotectiveness. It's both adorable and annoying.” Sirius tells him

"Oh Y/n? She was with the same guy that we saw her with last night and they were having a conversation.”Peter butts in with a smirk

”You gotta be kidding me.”James growls. She didn't listen. She's going to hear from me when she gets back.”

Sirius glares at Peter who stopped smirking then he looks over at James, "Prongs you can't tell Y/n what to do, she's allowed to talk or to hang out with whoever she wants.”

“There's an aspect of that guy that makes me apprehensive about Y/n being around him.” James tells them “But I'll figure it out soon or later, but I will.”

After he laid you on his bed so that you could sleep more comfortably, Damon went back to ask his friends and brother how they felt about you. “So what do you think of Y/n?”

“She's incredible, with a great heart and personality, and she's the perfect match for you, my brother.” Stefan replies. 

“I agree with Stefan that you have never been so happy for a woman before. Since she makes you happy, we support your decision of you and her dating.”

Damon chuckles, "I was going to date her regardless of your approval, but thank you.”

“When do you plan on asking her to leave everything behind and join you in this world?” Caroline asked.

“When she wakes up.” Damon replies

The aroma of pancakes and toast greeted you as you woke up and went to the kitchen to see the Damon flipping the pancakes and he noticed you and gave you a smile

 “Good morning princess, please take a seat and I'll bring you a plate.” Damon tells you

You smile as you sit down. “Thank you and good morning to you too.”

Daman placed your plate next to you as he sat down. "I was wondering if we could talk later?"

You give a nod as you begin cutting your pancakes and eating it “it’s so delicious thank you.”

Damon returns to his seat after taking the plates to the dishwasher. “I'm hoping that what I'm about to ask you won't make you too uncomfortable because you might think it's too soon or that you don't want to do it.”

You smiled “Whatever it is, just tell me.”

Hope is in his eyes as he grabs your hands and he looks at you. “Leave everything behind and join me in my world.”

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Little Leclerc || Five

Ollie Bearman x Madelyn Leclerc (OC)

Summary: Even if it’s not the full picture, people can work out anything online..

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Hii! Can I request something for the Little Leclerc series where Madelyn posts for their 1 year anniversary and it might not be the whole picture but the fans can figure out that it is Ollie? That leads to their relationship being basically leaked to the media and Charles and Arthur find out and are not happy. Thank youuu xx

Words: 1.2K +

Series

Taglist: @christianpulisic10 @callsignwidow @honethatty12 @sebscore @lorarri @shamelesspotatos @formulas-bitch

(let me know if you want to be added)

Madelyn and Ollie were in London, they both had a week break before the next race and decided to spend a few days in London for their anniversary.

“Can you believe it’s been a year?” Madelyn asked. “Time flies by, that’s all I got to say” Ollie replied. “It really does, we were in F3 and F2 and now I’m in F1 and your in F2” Madelyn added.

“Your 18 and in F1! That’s a better achievement than me!” Ollie replied. “Hey! It won’t be long before you get up here too!” Madelyn said.

“It’s the dream to” Ollie mumbled. “And you will achieve that dream” Maddie said with a smile. “I love you” Ollie replied.

“I love you too” Madelyn said as they kissed. The couple spend the whole day together to celebrate their 1 year.

“What picture do you want me to post?” Maddie asked. “What about the one when we hiked up that mountain and took a timed photo in front of some flowers?” Ollie suggested.

“Ooo! I love that one! You can’t see your face in it, but fans will probably catch on. That’s basically announcing our relationship, you okay with that?” Maddie said.

“I am, but what about Charles and Arthur? They don’t know” Ollie told her. “Oh, it’s fine I’ll deal with them” Madelyn replied as she posted the photo.

~~

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madelynleclerc: 1 year, je t’aime🐻❤️

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username Has to be Ollie!! Look at the emoji!!

username Awhhh, Mads and Ollie🥹

username 1 year?!?!

charles_leclerc MADELYN JULES LECLERC!! Qui est-ce ?! (who is this)

arthur_leclerc Répondez à nos textes! (Answer our texts)

username Oh no, Mads is trouble👀

username I mean I think Charles and Arthur were the only ones who couldn’t see it..

username Overprotective brothers incoming…

username Awh, you guys are so cute!!!🥰

olliebearman 🤍🫶🏼

arthur_leclerc My sister mate, really?!

username Uh no..Arthur ain’t happy..

username You guys are cute!!

username Still can’t believe Maddie don’t tell Charles or Arthur..

username A year already?!?

~~

“I don’t think that was a good idea to post that..” Madelyn mumbled. “I mean, at least it’s out now? I mean your brothers will be annoyed..” Ollie added.

“I know, they are just so overprotective that’s why I never told them. I didn’t even tell Enzo or maman either they just figured it out..” Madelyn replied.

“I mean nearly everyone could see something was going on in the end, except for Charles and Arthur. I don’t wanna go back into the F2 paddock as I know they will be there waiting for me..” Ollie said.

“Well, lucky you don’t have a race while I will have to end up going over to Monaco just to get yelled at by them” Madelyn told him.

“Are they that overprotective of you?” Ollie asked. “Yeah, ever since papa died. Enzo ain’t even that bad bad he is the oldest! Even maman has told them to try and calm down but they don’t..” Madelyn replied.

Ollie was just about to say something when his girlfriend’s phone started the blow up with messages from two certain brothers..

~~

Charlie🫶🏼

MADELYN!

We find out your dating via social media?!

Why didn’t you ever tell us?!

Your dating a driver!!

A whole year you hid it from us?!

You better be in Monaco tomorrow.

ThurThur🫶🏼

Really Madelyn?!

My old teammate Mads?!

To make it worse you were dating him when we were teammates!

A whole year you hid it from us!!

I bet Enzo and Maman know as well!

Better be in Monaco tomorrow.

~~

“That’s just great..” Madelyn mumbled as Ollie wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sorry, I was the one that wanted you to post that photo..” Ollie said.

“Baby, don’t blame yourself. Please, but I really do need to get to Monaco..” Madelyn replied. “If you want to come back, you know where I am” Ollie added.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely be back. I’ll probably walk in there have an argument with them and walk straight back out” Madelyn replied.

Madelyn started to pack a little bag, they made their way to the airport. “Let me know how it goes okay? You can easily come back here whenever” Ollie said.

Madelyn nodded as they hugged tightly and kissed. “I love you, I’ll be back soon” Maddie told him. “I’ll be here waiting for you” Ollie said.

Madelyn broke away from the hug and she made her way to her gate, soon enough she got on the plane and was on the way to Monaco.

[justmystyles]

hi there !! so i have a bit of a heavy request for you.

could you maybe do a hurt / comfort with harry where he finds out you’ve self-harmed and he comforts the SHIT out of you?

been going thru a bit of a rough patch lately , i hope this isn’t too much :)

have a good day lovely!!

Scars

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 2.2k

summary: can harry be the comfort you need after falling back into old habits?

warnings: self-harm

a/n: so i woke up to this ask first thing this morning, i usually stay away from heavy topics like this, just because they require a special amount of care, and i don't know that i can do them the justice they deserve. but i was so moved that this lovely anonymous user asked me to help them through thier rough patch that i got to work on it immediately.

anon - thank you so much for asking me to help you through this time. i know we don't know each other, but if you ever need someone to talk to, i am right here. and that goes for any of you. i know i'm new here, and just a faceless username on a website, but i am always happy to be a listening ear, or do whatever i can to be there for you.

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You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at your bare torso as you ran your fingers along the fresh marks. It had been years since you’d found yourself in this place, and you were silently cursing yourself for getting here as the tears streamed down your face. 

The first time this happened, it was a complete accident. You had been so frustrated at something or other, you honestly couldn’t remember the initial catalyst at this point, that you had clenched tiny crescent shapes into your palms. As you watched the blood emerge, you felt a sense of calm. At least this pain was tangible. If you were going to be hurt, you wanted to at least see it. So that’s what you did. 

For a long time after that, when life became too much, when you were feeling alone or misunderstood, you would mark yourself. You always knew it wasn’t the best way to handle things, but it gave you a sense of control you didn’t otherwise feel you had in your life. 

You were usually pretty good at concealing the scars. Tucking them away the same way you did with your emotional struggles. Until you were asked to be a bridesmaid in your cousin’s wedding. The dress was gorgeous, your cousin knew about your body image struggles, and took the utmost care to find something that would be flattering for you, something you would be comfortable in. And then you tried it on, unprepared for the slit that went up to your mid-thigh, showing off your collection of scars. Nobody said anything at the fitting, even though they all noticed. A few days later, your cousin spoke to you privately, and you broke down, telling her everything. She was incredibly supportive, and worked with you to make sure you got the help you needed. 

But here you were, years later, feeling like that sad, scared girl from all those years ago. You weren’t sure how it escalated to this point, you had been through a rough couple of weeks at work. Late hours, nonstop meetings, more criticism than praise. Your family were all so busy with their own lives that you barely had the chance to speak with them. And then there was the one person that was supposed to be your rock, Harry. 

Harry was incredible. You had never felt so loved, so cared for. You still remember the first time you showed him your scars, and told him about your past. He listened with rapt attention, tears pooling in his eyes. When you finished, all he could do was place soft kisses to each of your scars, muttering apology after apology and promising to protect you from ever feeling that much pain again. 

But he was on the other side of the world right now, he couldn’t be there for you in the way you needed. Between the time difference and your busy schedules, you felt like the two of you were merely pen pals. It wasn’t his fault, this was his job. You knew that, it was what you had signed on for when you started seeing him. That didn’t make you feel any less alone though.  

You were startled out of your thoughts by your doorbell. You furrowed your brow as you checked the time on your phone. Who would be bothering you this late? You splashed some water on your face to hide your tears, and grabbed your shirt off the towel rack, throwing it on before moving to the door. 

You left the chain on the door, opening it a sliver to see who was on the other side. The moment you were met with Harry’s sparkling green eyes and wide smile, the tears made their return. You stood in silence, the door partially opened as your brain tried to process that he was here, standing at your door. 

“I think I’ve successfully proven I’m not a nefarious stranger, think you could let me in now?” He joked. 

You closed the door just long enough to remove the chain before opening it wide, sniffing and wiping your eyes as you took him in, really took him in. Before you could react, he had charged over the threshold, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. “I missed you, angel.” He murmured against your skin as his lips left soft kisses against you. 

“I missed you too,” you say as you pull back. He looks at your tear stained face, bringing his hand up to wipe the wetness away. “But what? Why? How?” You’re at a complete loss, he wasn't supposed to be back for another week. 

Harry chuckled at your flustered state, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “I was able to get things wrapped up early, so I’m here to surprise you.” 

After a few more hugs and whispered I missed yous, the two of you got settled on the couch, turning on the television for background noise as you caught each other up on the past few weeks. 

Once he had gushed about the projects he had been working on, and you had shared some minor details about your world, you got settled in his arms and the two of you started watching television, just enjoying the feeling of being with each other again. 

As the evening went on, Harry’s hand absentmindedly traveled under your t-shirt, stroking the skin on your hip before moving around and running up your stomach. You were half asleep, the comfort of being in his arms making you forget your actions from earlier in the day, so you didn’t register what was happening until he softly said your name in a questioning tone. You hummed in response. 

“What happened here?” He stroked over the marks once more. 

Your eyes went wide and you sat up, pulling your shirt down to ensure he couldn’t see anything. “Nothing.” 

“Y/N,” Harry said in a gentle warning tone. He reached for the hem of your shirt, but you scooted away from him on the couch. “Please?” His tone was less of a warning and more of a plea this time. 

You took a deep breath and lifted your shirt, holding the hem just below your bra line. Harry’s eyes went wide at the sight, running a finger down your stomach as tears immediately began to pool in his eyes. “Y/N, these are fresh.”

You open your mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a guttural sob. All of the pain, loneliness, everything from the past few weeks being released at once. Harry is on you in an instant, wrapping you in his arms allowing you to cry against his chest as he strokes your hair and holds you for as long as you need. You both know this is something you will need to discuss, but you’re also in no state to have that conversation right now. 

“Shhh,” Harry coos. “It’s alright baby, I’m right here. Let it all out.” He holds you tighter, wanting to make sure you knew he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. His own tears begin to fall as he continues to listen to your wails, and feel your body shake against his. 

The only words spoken for the remainder of the night are Harry’s assurances to you that he’s there, and that he’s got you. Eventually, the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms on the couch. 

The next morning, you stretch your body as your hand comes to your eye, wiping the sleep away. You can feel that your face is still puffy from your tears, your head pounding. You look around and see that you’re alone. You stand from the couch and head out in search of Harry. You immediately hear the sizzle of a frying pan and make your way into the kitchen to see Harry’s back to you as he stands over the stove. 

“Harry?” Your voice is raspy and low. 

He turns immediately, greeting you with a sad smile as he takes you in. “Hey baby.” He steps up to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before bringing his hand up, brushing your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Go sit at the table, alright? Breakfast is almost ready.” 

You nod and take your seat, watching as Harry disperses the scrambled eggs from the frying pan to two plates that are already stacked high with pancakes. He brings them over, placing one in front of you, and the other at the setting beside you. He then goes to the refrigerator, pulling out a bowl of fresh fruit, putting it between the two of you. 

“Juice?” He asks, wanting to make sure you have everything you need before he sits down. 

“Um… water please?” He nods, kissing the top of your head before going back to the refrigerator and getting you a glass of water. 

When he returns, he takes his seat beside you and the two of you eat in silence, Harry occasionally reaching over to squeeze your thigh gently. His way of reminding you that he is there. You know a conversation is coming, but you don’t dare speak first, hoping to put it off for as long as possible. 

Once you have finished eating, Harry clears the plates, putting them in the sink for later. He comes back to your side, taking your hand as he sits. “Baby,” he says softly, searching your eyes. “What happened?” You shake your head, dropping your gaze to the floor, he immediately slides his finger under your chin, bringing your eyes to his. “Talk to me. Please.”

You feel a lump in your throat when you hear the desperation in his voice. “I’m sorry.” You choke out. 

“Hey hey hey,” he moves his hand from under your chin to cupping your cheek. “Don’t be sorry, you have nothing to apologize for. I just want to help you. But I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.” 

You close your eyes, leaning into his touch and take a deep breath. The warmth of his hands on yours gives you the push you need to start. You tell him everything, all the things that have gone wrong over the last few weeks. The overwhelming feelings of hurt, loneliness, inadequacy. It feels so good to get it off your chest. You look at Harry as you speak, and you see no judgment in his expression, you know that he’s taking in everything you’re saying, and that his brain is working overtime to figure out how he can fix it, how he can make everything better.  

Once he’s sure you’re finished, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap placing soft kisses along your jaw. “Baby, I wish you had told me. No good can come from keeping this all to yourself.” 

“You were busy. I didn’t want you to worry about me.” You wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his neck.

He tilts his head, pressing a kiss against your temple. “Angel, no matter what I’m doing I am never too busy for you. I want to be here for you for everything, the good and the bad. We’re a team, right?” He feels you nod against his shoulder, he places his hands on the sides of your neck, pulling your face back to look at him. “I need to hear you tell me, baby.”

“We’re a team.” You say softly. 

“That’s right,” he brings your face to his, kissing you softly on the lips before kissing away the tears that had fallen. “One of the things I love most about us, about you, is that I know that no matter what is happening I have you. I can run anything by you at any time. Right?” You nod in agreement. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if everything was one sided like that? I came to you with my stuff, and you just took it on while also managing your own, all by yourself.” 

“I don’t want to be a burden on you.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, you are anything but a burden. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He assures you confidently. “Just you saying that proves how selfless and giving you are. But in order to take care of me, and everyone else who loves you, you need to properly take care of yourself.” 

You nod in understanding. “Thank you.”

“No my love, thank you.” He said with a soft smile. “Thank you for trusting me with your heart. I promise you, no matter where I am or what I’m doing, if you pick up that phone and tell me that you need me, I am going to do everything in my power to give you whatever you need. Okay?” 

“Okay.” 

He pulls your face to his, kissing you deeply. Enough to feel all of the love that he has for you. He doesn’t just want to tell you how much you mean to him, he wants to show you. When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “Do you want me to run you a bath? I think you could use some relaxation.” 

“Will you stay with me?” 

“Of course, my love. There’s nowhere I’d rather be.” 

[silentglassbreak]

Anonymous

Noah Sebastian x OFC

I'm so sorry it took me a little longer to update. I've got a gnarly head cold, but I'm in bed, and hoping to get the next part started after this one is posted. We’re getting to the meat of the story here now folks. There’s lots of fluffy cheesy fluff in this chapter, because it’s going to get real heavy later. Remember to let me know if you want to be tagged! 🖤

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery. ++ chapter warning for consensual choking***

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Part 7 — Concrete Jungle

The days were passing slower than molasses. I found myself working overtime nearly every day to give me something to do outside of being at home, AA, or waiting for Noah to call. Being a hermit was much easier when the only person I had to look forward to seeing was my dog.

We were so close to the end of the first leg of the tour, Noah only having two shows left before he came home for nearly three months.

I dreamt of how wonderful those three months would be. We talked about it often. He swore he was coming over the day he got home from Witchita, and we weren’t leaving my house for a solid week. As unrealistic as that was, I still looked forward to it, and scheduled vacation to have that entire week off.

I was soaking in the tub, music pumping through my earbuds when the sound of a familiar ringtone sang through my ears. I smiled and tapped my phone screen, answering the call.

“Hey babe.” I sank back down into the water, inhaling the lavender scent of the epsom salts I had added.

“Hey sweetheart, how was your day?” His voice was relaxed, calm and cool.

“Not the worst. Sam wasn’t there today, so I actually didn’t hate it.”

He chuckled. “That guy’s a real dick, huh?”

I snorted. “The worst.”

“Well, if he ever makes another pass at you, just tell him your big scary boyfriend will kick his ass.”

My eyes were closed, just relaxing at the sound of his voice. “My boyfriend?”

“Is that a problem?”

“I thought I said I didn’t want anything official?”

I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Yeah, well that was before big meathead dudes were hitting on you.”

“Mm,” I pulled my arm out of the water to readjust my towel under my head. “I’ll tell him my big scary boyfriend said so.”

“What is that noise? Are you doing dishes?”

“In the tub.”

He didn’t respond, but I heard my phone’s twinkling ringtone, indicating I was getting a FaceTime call. I snickered and ignored it.

“No way. You gotta wait to see it in person.”

I heard him groan on the other end of the line. “Not fucking fair! You’re all wet and bubbly.”

“No bubbles today.”

“So I can see through the water?!”

The jingling came again and I ignored it, laughing loudly.

“Shouldn’t you be in soundcheck?”

“That ended hours ago. I’m relaxing in my room before the show.” His voice lowered. “I’m so lonely.”

“See if Nick’s around.” I said nonchalantly.

He hissed. “Babe, I’m in a mood here, help me out.”

I giggled. “Say please.”

“You know I don’t fucking ask.” His tone was deadly now. I shivered at the sound, spreading my thighs a little.

“Fine, but no video. Last time I nearly dropped my phone in the tub.”

“Deal.”

It was silent for a beat. “You okay?” I looked over to the phone to make sure the call hadn’t disconnected.

“I’ll be better once I know you’re touching yourself.” My stomach dropped, a small moan leaving my mouth. His words were always so maddening, getting me hot so quickly.

I adjusted myself, spreading my thighs and letting my hands fall lazily over my slit, running my fingers gently over my sensitive spot.

“I am.”

“Good girl.” I pressed a little harder against my clit, rubbing slow circles around it. “Now, tell me how bad you miss my cock. How bad do you miss me, baby.”

I moaned louder now, bringing my left hand up to pinch my nipples. My undulations on my core increasing speed by the second.

“Ugh I miss you so much Noah.” I let my head fall back, eyes closed, picturing him in the tub with me.

“That’s right. You miss me touching you, baby?”

My voice was just breaths. “Yes.”

“You miss me eating that sweet pussy? Making you fucking scream?” His breaths were coming quicker now.

“Yes, Noah.” I answered louder, my hips buckling slightly at the thought.

“When I get home, you going to let me fucking destroy you, baby? Fuck you until you can’t even move?”

“Oh, fuck, yes...” I was so fucking close.

“I’m going to come just fucking thinking about it baby. Always thinking about you. That pretty, tight pussy. So fucking wet.” I could hear movement on the other end, I could tell he was as close as I was.

“Noah I need you so bad. Please come home. Please come home and fuck me. I need you so so bad.”

I heard him gasp hard on the other end. “Fuck!” His voice was sharp. He came.

I wasn’t far behind, letting out a small scream.

There was no words exchanged for at least five minutes while we both worked on getting our breathing under control.

After a moment, I heard him make a sound of disapproval. “I made a mess.”

This caused me to burst out laughing, him joining me only a second later.

“Fucking hell, Noah. I can’t wait to see you.”

He sighed heavy. “I know.” I could tell he was thinking, he only got completely silent when he was.

“Fuck it, come to Witchita! Catch a flight tomorrow and you can make the show. Then you can ride home with us.” I paused myself, now toweling off while the water drained from the tub.

“Excuse me?”

“You took the week off, right? I’ll book you a ticket right now.”

“Noah, you aren’t coming home until Thursday. I can’t leave Angel that long. And I can’t bring him on the bus.”

“Can Laura watch him for a few days?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, Noah. I’d miss two days of group.”

He huffed, obviously defeated. “Alright. I’m sorry, it was a dumb idea.”

“No, it wasn’t. I just need more time to plan something like that.”

He had to go, ending the call quickly to shower and head back down to the venue. With a promise of calling me after, we hung up.

-

I called Laura that night, telling her about Noah’s promise to keep me in bed for a week.

“I’m so fucking jealous of you.” I laughed heartily.

“You’re married!”

“I know! But you’re literally dating a rockstar, Leena. I’m jealous.”

I chewed on my thumb nail.

“He called himself my boyfriend, Laura.”

“Isn’t he?”

I flopped back on my bed. “I don’t know. It feels like it.”

“Is that so bad?”

I contemplated this. “I’m scared, Laura.” My arm covered my eyes. “You know how long it’s been.”

“I know, LeeLee.” Her childhood nickname for me brought me some comfort. “But Noah isn’t him.”

“I know he isn’t.”

“So don’t hold yourself back. Have you even told Noah about him? About any of your trauma?”

“No.”

“Maybe you should.”

I could feel hot tears brewing. “I’m scared to love him, Lo.” My childhood nickname for her.

“Babes, if you’re scared to, then I think you already do.”

Well, that’s a lot to unpack.

I sniffled hard, wiping my tears. “Ugh.” I sat up. “He also asked me to fly to Kansas tomorrow. Go to the show and ride back with them on the bus.”

“That’s cute as fuck. Are you going to? You know I’ll watch Angel.” I rolled my eyes.

“I know, but that’s insane! I would have to leave in like 12 hours.”

“…and?” I didn’t respond, which told her how I felt. “Leena, you don’t do spontaneous, fun stuff anymore. Did you already tell him no?”

“Thank you for that.” I sighed. “And yeah, told him I couldn’t miss group.”

“Abel can handle group for one week.” I stayed quiet. My mind was actually considering it. “You could surprise him!”

“What?”

“Yeah! Show up without telling him, and hold up a sign that says LH hearts NS or some shit! He’s sappy, he’d love it!”

“I can’t exactly get in without him knowing. The show is sold out.”

“Can’t you call Nick or Folio?”

With that, my brain kicked into place and the plan all formed in my head.

“Laura, I’ll drop Angel off in the morning.”

She laughed. “See, you love him!”

I hung up without another word.

I dug through my contacts and found Nick’s number. The show should have ended at least an hour ago, so I guessed they were still in the green room, shaking off the energy.

“C’mon, pick up Nick, pick up.”

“Hey!” The voice was loud, a ton of background noise. “Is everything okay? Do you need to talk to Noah!”

“No!” I yelled into the phone. “No, Nick I’m fine, but I need to talk to you privately.”

-

Having filled Nick in on my plan, he was on board from the moment I said the word ‘surprise’. He thought it was a great idea. He told me Noah had been homesick, and he was sure me coming would perk him right up.

I booked the earliest flight to Witchita that I could, leaving at 5AM. Laura cursed at me when she opened the door to bring Angel inside at 3AM. I dropped a quick kiss on his snout and promised to text Laura the moment I landed.

I then drove to LAX, running through the terminal to my gate, barely making it on the plane in time.

My adrenaline was on high, my backpack filled to the brim with clothes, random toiletries I may need, my wallet, and my phone charger. Everything else would just have to do without.

I understood now why Noah takes a panic day before traveling, because this was anxiety-inducing to do. I hated flying, so my heart raced the entire nearly eight hours.

Once I touched down, I grabbed an Uber to the hotel, the same one I knew they stayed at. I had four hours until the doors opened. I asked Nick for a regular GA ticket, no VIP. I needed to be the first one there so I was in the very front. He needed to see me.

Checked into my room, I slipped in a quick shower to wash the flight off of me, shivering when I got out. I stared down at my bag and realized what I had forgotten.

“Oh shit!”

I picked up my phone and dialed Nick. He answered on the first ring.

“Hey, you here yet?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m in my room. Dude! I have nothing to make a sign out of!”

“Erm…what do you need?”

I ran my hands over my forehead feverishly.

“Poster board and a big sharpie?”

He was quiet for a moment. “Okay, give me 15, let me see what I can find. Text me your room number.”

He hung up and I quickly slipped my clothes on.

My phone rang, Noah’s face flashing.

“Hey you.” I even sounded suspicious, what the fuck? I’m so bad at this.

“Hey gorgeous, you alright?”

My blood ran cold. “Yeah, why?”

“Oh, just because you went to bed early last night and then said you were busy all day. I haven’t heard much from you.”

I laughed, relieved. “Oh yeah, just hung out with Laura all day. I just got home.”

“Ah, okay. I can’t talk long, I’ve got to get ready soon. But I just wanted to check in.”

“Oh, sure! I miss you.” I sat down on the bed.

“I miss you too, baby. Only a couple more days.”

I gritted my teeth. “Yup. Home stretch.”

We said our goodbyes and as I clicked ‘End’, there was a knock at the door.

Nick stood on the other side, 5-pack of poster boards and 3-pack of giant markers in his hands. He was sweating and absolutely out of breath.

“Hi…Leena…” he said in between breaths. “I ran to the corner store and got these. I hope they work.”

I took the items from him, taking note of the color of the posters.

“Neon green?” He nodded, putting his hands on his knees.

“Yeah. Trust me. He can see it way better on stage.”

I smiled brightly. “This is perfect, Nick. Thank you!”

He smiled back. “Anytime. Now look, we take a break between Death of Peace of Mind and Just Pretend where Noah talks to the crowd and gives his little monologue. It gives him time to get his voice ready for the song.”

I listened intently.

“That’s when you hold it up. He’ll have them turn on the lights so he can look at the crowd, and that’s when you hold it up.”

“But what if he sees me before then? Won’t it be obvious if I’m in the front?”

He shook his head. “Don’t let him bullshit you. When the lights are down, we can’t see shit up there.”

-

I was the second person in line, behind a red-headed girl who looked positively irritated. She was dressed in full Bad Omens merch, reminding me that I should have worn the shirt he gave me. Instead, I wore a black tank top, black jeans, and combat boots.

When the doors opened, I walked up to the rail in front of the stage, my sign tightly wrapped in my hands, and turned my back. I didn’t want to risk him seeing me from the back.

I pulled my phone out and shot him a quick message.

Me: Have a great show tonight, babe!

His response was quick.

Noah: Yep, last one till I’m home with you.

Noah: Call you after.

The show was so long, by the time the guys actually made it on stage, I was wiped. ERRA and Invent Animate had put on great sets, but I was here for Bad Omens.

When I heard the opening chords to Death of Peace of Mind, I felt my heart jump into my throat. I sunk low by the railing, listening to Noah’s enchanting voice sing the melody.

“You come and go in waves. Leaving me in your wake.”

I swallowed hard.

“You come and go in waves. Swallowing everything.”

The guitars and drums pounded out the last verse of the song, leaving the venue dark when the lights went out.

I began unraveling the sign, questioning my entire life. This was so corny. Is this how I really wanted to do this? Make such a strong confession to him? In a fucking sign? Like a prom-posal?!

My gut twisted. I couldn’t do this. But I had to. I came all this way. Nick nearly gave himself an asthma attack getting the supplies.

And there was my guy, sauntering around the stage, monologuing, right on schedule.

He would turn the lights up any second. It’s now or never.

I lifted the sign as high as my 5’1 frame would allow, closing my eyes to the rest of the world, internally cringing at how ridiculous this was.

“Woah, we got a sign over here!” His voice was boisterous. And he saw me, or my sign, rather, as I was hiding my face behind it.

I heard him walk toward where I stood.

“Let’s see what it says.” I peeked around the side for only a second, seeing he was bent over, squinting to read the sign.

“‘I love you Noah S’, awe, thank you, that’s so sweet.” He hadn’t walked away though. “What does that say underneath?”

He was quiet for a second. He was reading my name. ‘Leena R.’

The room fell silent, or for me it did. I heard nothing but the shuffling of the microphone being put on the stand. I lowered the sign to see what was happening just as he fixed his mic on the stage.

“Give me just a second, guys.”

The crowd screamed, and he jogged over to the area of the stage directly above where I stood. With no warning, he jumped down, causing the security guard to scramble over to him. He was unfazed, walking straight up to the railing in front of me.

His eyes were wide, a giant grin nearly breaking his cheekbones.

I was sheepishly smiling back, trying hard to maintain my composure.

“You love me?” I almost couldn’t hear him over the crowd. I just nodded wildly, moisture prickling behind my eyes.

Before anything else could happen, he reached up and hooked my neck, pulling me toward the railing and crashing his lips on mine.

All I felt was vibrations, likely from the crowd exploding. His lips tasted like mint and sweat, his gloved hand rough against the back of my neck.

When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to mine for a second.

“I fucking love you, Leena.”

-

I was still shaking, my hands tucked firmly in my jean pockets while the security guard walked me to the green room as instructed by Noah.

I could hear the concert continue, only two songs left. Noah had jumped back onstage and continued as if nothing had happened, able to breeze right past it like the professional he is.

“Okay, you can wait in here. They’ll be back here once they finish up.” I smiled at the security guard and walked past him into the room.

“Hey,” I turned to look at him. “that was a ballsy move out there. Good for you.”

I blushed hard, looking anywhere but at him. “Yeah? It felt kind of insane.”

He laughed. “It was fucking psychotic.” This wasn’t helping. “But to be honest, I never see shit like that happen. It was cool as fuck.”

He left before I could say anything else.

It wasn’t long before Folio burst through the door, obviously still hyper from the performance. Jolly and Nick followed, already chatting.

“I swear to you my rig was out of tune, dude! It kept giving me sour notes during Limits, and then Dethrone was a fucking mess.” Nick’s eyes scanned the room and found me sitting on the couch, waiting patiently. “Leena!”

I jumped up. “Hey!”

“Perfect fucking execution dude! Exactly how I pictured it.”

“Yeah? How embarrassing was it? Be honest.”

Jolly laughed, pulling his long hair back into a low ponytail. “Oh, it was adorable. I loved it.”

“It was fucking cringe, dude!” Folio’s voice called from the table that had snacks on it. He looked over, open water bottle in his hand. “It was rad as fuck!”

I relaxed my shoulders.

Noah came skipping into the room after a moment, pulling the gloves off of his hands.

“Hey!” He bound up to me, his arms coming to grab me by the hips, pulling me down to another kiss.

“I thought you couldn’t make it!”

I smirked. “I changed my mind.”

“So you didn’t spend the entire day with Laura, I gather?”

I shook my head. “Nope. I spent the day traveling.”

He had disbelief on his face. “How did you pull it off?”

“Called Nick. Booked a flight. Easy stuff.”

“I risked my life for that sign, by the way!” Nick hollered from the couch.

“Is that why you ran out of the room earlier?”

Nick just nodded in response. “I came through. Pulled the wool over your eyes.”

Noah lifted his brows at me, his expression was unreadable.

“You both are insufferable, you know that?”

-

I had brought my things to Noah’s room, not much need for my own. My legs were feeling heavy, so the walk off the elevator and down the hallway with him was my time to find the strength. Noah was a very…active…individual, and I assumed that he was going to be looking for some time together.

When we entered the room, he walked past me, immediately pulling his shirt off and sitting in the bed. Rather than looking at me with his usual hunger, his eyes looked exhausted when they met mine.

It occurred to me, Noah had been on tour for a couple of months. He was playing shows nearly every night while traveling, sometimes without even time to sleep in a hotel room. He needed rest.

“Noah?” He only tipped his chin up in response. “I think I know what you need.”

He raised his brow, the playful expression shadowing his face. “Yeah, and what’s that?”

“A shower.” It took him a second to process, but once he did, his shoulders relaxed forward and he huffed out an amused sigh.

“Yep, you’re right about that.” He ran his hand over the back of his neck.

I stepped over to him, putting my arms around his shoulders and pulling him in close. He pressed the side of his face into my chest in a comforting gesture, wrapping his own arms around my waist.

“Then, you need some sleep. Nick said we leave at 6AM.”

I could only feel him nod. I pulled back so he could look up at me.

“Why don’t we pick up on the fun stuff when we get home? And just work on recovering for now?”

I felt his body go slack.

“Oh thank God.” I shook with laughter. “I’m so fucking tired, Leena. I didn’t want to disappoint you, though.”

“You want to know a secret?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m fucking dead, dude. I’m so tired I could fall asleep standing up.”

He laughed into my chest, caging me in just a little tighter.

“Didn’t you sleep on the plane?”

“No, I uh…I’m not a great flyer.”

“Me neither, why do you think we still take a tour bus?” His voice was muffled by my shirt and he sighed heavily.

“You, mister, go get in a hot shower. Scrub off all that sweat. I will order us some food, and get a movie on.”

He groaned approvingly. “Today is the best day ever.”

He sounded small, which tugged on my heart. “I’m glad I came.”

“Me too.”

-

After a solid five hours of sleep, a morning shower (that may have included some touching), and a third cup of coffee, Noah and I were standing at the hotel check-in desk turning in his room key, and my completely useless one as well. We had fallen asleep not twenty-minutes into the horror movie I had put on after devouring a pizza. We fell asleep spooning, but he eventually rolled onto his back, and I woke up half-laying on him, sweat covering both of us.

Noah was always so chipper in the mornings, which was painful for me, as I was a creature of the night. Even after all of the caffeine, I was still wearing sweatpants, one of Noah's sweatshirts, no bra, flip-flops, and my sunglasses. My hair was hanging loose over my shoulders, not brushed out after the shower. I looked absolutely dreadful.

Still, he held my hand as we walked out to the bus, and helped my backpack off of me and let me on first. The bus was about what I expected, large, loungers lining both sides, a table near a somewhat kitchenette with a refrigerator and table. In the 'hallway' area were the bunks, a bathroom that was smaller than the one on the airplane, and in the very back was a couch with two large televisions, a couple of various gaming consoles, and some cabinets that Noah showed me were filled with snacks.

I had set myself up on one of the lounge couches while the rest of the guys loaded onto the bus. I was waving to each of them lazily as they stepped on, dropping things off in their respective bunks. Folio laid on the lounger across from me, immediately letting his eyes fall closed. I felt my own lids get heavy.

"Are we ready? Ron says we aren't stopping for at least six hours." Jolly called from the front of the bus. He received several yelps of approval in the back from Noah and Nick, who were putting their things away in the back cabinets. No response from the now comatose Folio, and just a thumbs up from me.

As the bus began to move, the vibrations had me lulled, pulling me closer to falling back asleep as my eyes watched the sun slowly rising from the window. An arm reached over me, pulling a shade closed and blocking the light, which was lovely.

I heard Noah's voice above me, so I angled my head to look up. "Going to take a nap, love?" The word made me turn my lips up tiredly.

"Mm, it's not even a nap. It's just going back to bed."

He laughed, shaking his head. "You want to lay in my bunk? The pillows smell like me." He winked, making me roll my eyes playfully.

"I'm too claustrophobic for those things." I sunk down into the cushions. "Besides, I'm so comfy."

He walked to the back, returning only a moment later with a large green blanket that was plush and warm, flinging it over me.

He bent down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Get some sleep. I'm going to go kick the shit out of Nick at Warzone."

"Fuck you, dude! I'm going to wipe the fucking floor with you." Nick's voice carried through the bus.

Noah was only gone for a moment before my eyes slipped closed and the movement from the bus had me in a nice, deep slumber.

The drive back home was long. Longer than I had exactly anticipated. It was now about 11PM, and Noah and I were snuggled on the couch in the back, watching through The Conjuring 2, under the same blanket I had napped under earlier. I was going to sleep back here tonight, and I had this pulling feeling that Noah was too.

I was laying sideways, pressed against his side and chest as he laid flat, legs crossed and spread long on the couch. He had one arm wrapped around me, and the other folded under his head.

I wasn't so much watching the movie, having seen it many times, but I was mostly studying him. My fingers traced the tattoos on his shirtless chest, taking note of freckles that were barely visible between the lines of ink.

After a while, I glanced up at him, seeing his eyes beginning to flutter closed. I reached my face up, and pressed a kiss to his jaw, catching his attention. His arm tightened around me, and he breathed heavy.

"I'm fighting for my life to stay awake here." His voice was deep and thick, sleepy.

I smiled. "Why not go to bed, babe? This couch is a little small for two of us."

"Cause you're wide awake, and I'm not going to leave you alone."

"I'm a big girl, Noah. I can put on something to watch and lay here until I get drowsy"

He just shook his head and cleared his throat. "I'll be okay."

I shrugged and began sitting up, needing to stretch. He followed suit.

His eyes watched me as I lifted my arms over my head, my crop top pulling and exposing the underside of my breasts. I saw his tongue slide over his bottom lip.

I quirked an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

He smirked, reaching out to press his palm into my side, making me shiver. His hands were freezing.

"Actually..." He pulled, nearly causing me to topple into his lap.

I let out a squeal, clapping a hand over my mouth. Jolly and Nick were passed out, their snores carrying through the bus. Folio was in his bunk, watching something on his tablet with headphones in. Noah had closed the door to the back of the bus when we first came back here, but I didn't want to be a nuisance, and wake everyone.

He quietly laughed, pulling my legs on either side of him, bringing my face down to his with a hand in my hair.

Our mouths connected softly, his hands coming to rest on my sides.

I pulled back slightly, my eyes glancing over at the door.

"It's locked."

I raised my brows at him, hands resting on his shoulders. "Yeah? Had ideas of how this night was going to go?"

I tried to keep my face even, but I was struggling not to crack a smile.

"I'm not as tired tonight." His voice was low, serious.

He pressed his lips to mine again, steady but not eager. We had time. We were only halfway back to LA, most everyone was asleep, and, most importantly, we were in love.

This moment together just felt different. There was a barrier that had been up, completely fallen now, leaving us bare to each other and vulnerable.

Slowly, he lifted my shirt over my head, drinking in the sight in front of him. His mouth came down on my chest, teeth leaving soft bites as he worked toward my left nipple slowly, painfully. His lips locked onto my nipple, and my head fell back. His hands pulled my hips down, only the fabrics of our sweats between us. The hard bulge ground against my core, making me moan softly.

We stayed this way for a long time, writhing together, his mouth moving from my nipples to my neck, to my mouth. I tugged on his shirt, pulling it over his head. For a second, I stood off of him, and intentionally pulled my pants down as slowly as possible, causing him to groan.

Once I had kicked them off, I reached down and grabbed onto his, only pulling them down enough to let his erection free. I then regained my spot straddling him, sliding myself over him, our mouths hot on each other. When I felt the head of his cock bump my entrance, we both froze for a second. His eyes latched onto me.

We both stared for longer than a moment, trying to decide what we do here. I wasn't on birth control. I knew I was clean. I trusted him to tell me if he wasn't. As stupid as it was, it didn't bother me. Nothing bothered me here. Nothing.

I sunk down, letting him slide into me, and I watched as his mouth fell open, eyes wide. This wasn't just us having sex on the back of a tour bus where someone could hear or see. This was more. This was something else entirely.

I felt every inch of him, all the way to the hilt, and my eyes fluttered closed, my bottom lip caught in my teeth. I was adjusting to the size, having only felt it the one time before, months ago.

"Look at me." His voice was nothing more than a breath.

I opened my eyes, staring at him, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. I couldn't say if it was from the slight pain of the penetration, or the sheer emotion I had for Noah.

His hands held me in place by my sides, keeping me from moving an inch.

"I love you, Leena."

A tear spilled down my face, and I sucked in a hard breath.

"I love you, Noah. So fucking much."

I felt his fingers release me ever so gently, and I bucked my hips, causing the most delicious friction that pulled a moan out of both of us. Again, I clapped a hand over my mouth to keep myself from giving us away, and began a slow rhythm of bouncing up and down, each thrust pushing me toward a finish line I so desperately wanted.

He leaned his head back against the cabinet, his breathing so heavy I thought his chest might burst.

"Jesus Christ, baby. Don't fucking stop." He was too loud, he would have the entire bus knowing what we were doing.

I reached my hand up to cover his mouth too, but he snatched my wrist in his hand, reaching up and grabbing the other from over my mouth. He held both wrists in one hand, and pinned them between us, not letting me free while his hips bucked, pressing him deeper and deeper each time I landed on top of him.

He leaned his head in to whisper in my ear. "Stay quiet baby, wouldn't want anyone to know."

Small squeaks escaped with nearly every thrust, my eyes beginning to roll back. I grit my teeth to keep the sound from escaping.

"That's it. Good job, baby." His eyes were half-masked when he spoke, one hand gripping my wrists in a deadly tight grasp, the other lifting my hips for leverage. "You're trying so hard to keep quiet. So good, princess."

His words were giving me a familiar tingling sensation in my belly, my climax coming closer the more he spoke.

"Look so fucking pretty when you ride my cock. Missed that tight pussy so much."

I let a small whine out and his body stilled instantly. My eyes snapped open, and he narrowed his eyes at me. The irises were black, his expression was serious.

"What did I say? You need to keep quiet."

My eyes widened, but my head nodded frantically. The lack of friction was becoming painful.

"I'm sorry."

He released my wrists, my hands falling lifelessly to my side. Both of his hands snaked up my chest, reaching my shoulders. His right hand reached up, wrapping his fingers gently around my throat and slowly adding pressure until I felt my windpipe compressing ever so slightly.

The sensation was sickeningly delicious and my legs naturally jerked in an attempt to gain sensation.

"You will do as I say, is that understood?" I nodded. He reached a hand around me and grabbed a fist full of skin from my ass, pulling me forward. His hand tightened on my throat.

"Now, ask nicely for me to fuck you."

I gasped, his hand loosening to let air through.

"Please, Noah. Please...fuck me."

His hand released my neck, coming down to grab my ass and began bucking up into me violently. I fell forward against him. His arms then wrapped around my chest as I felt the coil in my body pull tighter and tighter. I pulled back to look him in the eyes, his expression wild.

I leaned down and bit into his neck hard, causing a strangled sound to come from his throat as I felt him slow his thrusts. I used the opportunity to grind myself harder against him, the contact pushing me over the edge, my orgasm tearing out of me.

I rode down onto him hard, slowing with each thrust, until we were both panting against each other.

"Are you okay?" He breathed out after a moment, having calmed to nearly normal.

I only nodded in response.

"I've never done...that before." His voice was entirely different now, sounding nearly nervous.

"What?" I expected him to be referring to the choking. It wasn't my first time, but any other time had been pretty dissatisfying, to say the least.

"Having sex...without a condom."

I pulled back to look at him, my brows raised in disbelief.

"Really?"

He was chewing on his lip. "I trust you. I just..." He trailed off, his mind clearly racing. "I'm clean, I swear I am."

I only chuckled at this, rolling off of him and snatching my pants off of the floor. He pulled his up as well.

"I am, too. However," I slipped my shirt over my head. "I'm not on the pill, so we'll need to grab a Plan B when we get back to civilization."

His eyes widened. "I didn't even fucking think of that."

I stood up, stretching. "Luckily for you, I did."

We turned the movie off, as we had missed most of it already anyway. We sat facing each other, cross-legged on the couch, eating snacks out of our respective bags; I had Cheez-Its and he had Reese's Pieces.

"Are you from LA, originally?"

I shook my head. "No, I was born in Washington, but only lived there until I was about five. When my mom died, my Dad moved us to LA. Him and Mom lives there before I was born, and she was buried in East Los Angeles. He said it only made sense.”

"What does he do?" He popped a candy into his mouth.

"He's has a wood-working business. Builds furniture and does art pieces. He doesn't do much of the actual labor stuff anymore, at his age, but he still loves to carve. He has six stores in LA County, two in San Bernardino, and one up in Alameda."

Noah looked thoroughly impressed. "Fucking nice!"

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Best Dad ever." I smiled thinking about my Dad. I would be calling him the moment I got home to update him on my trip.

I looked up at Noah, my turn to ask questions.

"Why go to an AA group in Orange County when you live all the way in Calabasas?"

He twirled a candy in his fingers, shrugging. "Well, when I google searched AA meetings, I didn't want to risk anyone seeing me, so I didn't want to be too close by. I also didn't want to travel too far so I wouldn't have an excuse not to go. Then I narrowed it down to meeting not associated with any churches or religious groups. That's how I found yours."

"What made you decide it was time for AA?"

He was looking down into his bag, and I saw the expression on his face change. I had hit a nerve somewhere, but I wasn't sure where.

"It's like I said before, I had some downtime and figured it was time."

"I don't believe that."

His head snapped up to look at me. "What?"

"Well, maybe in general that's true, but there's usually something. One thing that leads you to AA. It's rare when you just wake up one day, realize you have a problem, and then walk into a meeting."

His eyes narrowed. "Well, that's what happened to me."

He didn't want to keep talking about this, I could tell, but something was there that he wasn't saying. I elected to let it go. I'm no longer his sponsor, maybe I'm not entitled to that information anymore.

Maybe.

[konigsblog]

ghost x singer!f!reader

masterlist

requested by anonymous

warnings: kidnapping, possessiveness, reader doesn't like ghost, ghost makes reader uncomfortable, security

im not sure whether ill make this a mutli-parter, im not sure this is good. but please tell me if you want more.

simon was assigned as a security guard for a famous singer, known online as [stage name] and offline as [name], both men and women fell head over heels for her beauty. which led you to have security guards beside you everywhere you went. one of these guards was simon, who never failed to be there.

he was a bit off though, his kindness for you showed because you could tell how rough and cold he was with everyone else. but with you? he was soft and charming, yet a bit of a creep.

the comments he made, about taking you in as his own. "i always have to guard you everywhere, you'd be safer if you just lived with me." he chuckled, you tensed up but laughed back, awkwardly though. it wasn't uncommon for him to make these comments, whether it be; "i should just chain you to me." or "you don't need anyone but me." it creeped you out.

you never said anything about it, not realizing the true intentions he had, not realising that you'd be chained up against a wall, and a weight chained to your ankle.

the light burned your eyes as you woke up, your fight or flight instincts kicked in as you realized that you didn't know where you were. you began panting as fear took over your body, you froze in fear as the door creamed open and heavy boots came down the stairs.

a familiar voice came from the tall, broad man wearing a skull balaclava. "i told you that you'd be better with me. i warned you." the soft and calm voice was replaced with a gruff, low and spine-chilling tone. "s-simon?! what the fuck?! let me go." pleading and begging with him, screaming for him to let you go. "no, no, no love. please understand, i'm not gonna hurt you, can you not tell? i love you." his voice was back to hushed and gentle. the way you would talk to a baby that's going to fall asleep. his massive hands grabbed the back of your neck and pulled his mask up, pulling you in for a kiss, you whined, a choked sob muffled as his lips pressed against yours.

disgust washed over you, never would you imagine being chained to a wall in your body guards basement, this man was supposed to protect you. it seemed you both had different ideas of protection though. "please, simon, p-please ..." you begged, mewled and weeped. your head felt dizzy and your muslces felt week. you noticed that your throat felt strained, and sore.

"i wanna go back, i- fuck please, simon..." nothing could budge this man, he cupped your face, you spat at him. "fuck you." his face contorted into a saddened one, then angry. "lovie, i'm not here to hu-" you cut him off. "i'll never fucking like you?! get that through your fucking thick skull." you choked out, as your head fell, tears falling down your cheeks and you avoided his hands.

even if he got on one knee, you wouldn't like him. this wasn't what you wanted, you wanted to sing, sing to your fans and be on stage. not in some dirty basement.

before your knew it, his hand twisted into a fist as he knocked you out. whines that filled the room fell and gave the room a deafening silence and a deathly aroma.

*****

your eyes flickered open, feeling yourself in a different position, you were surrounded by pillows and blankets, a body laid beside you and your wrists tied to the bed. another wave of nausea came back, as you felt a panic attack coming on, he was asleep. a knife in his hand grazed across your thigh. why did he have a knife? he was gonna hurt you.

as your breath started to speed up, it alerted simon. he scanned his surroundings, before his eyes laid on yours, making a fierce eye contact, his other hand reached across to turn the lamp on. your tear stained-bloodied face was wet with a mixture of blood, sweat and tears.

you knew there would be no escaping from him by asking, so you had to plan an escape. he doted over you, his hands roaming your body, hushing your demands and pleas. tehh fell to deafs ears as he held you. "let me love you, please."

you would never love him, no matter what.

idk if this is good or not, i haven't slept still but i can't sleep, give me criticism and if you want more please request more.

[justagalwhowrites]

i’m interested to see how joel would react to doc getting killed!! or bitten…. i love the angst tbh! 😅 maybe during that awkward time period where they weren’t really talking but still hooking up.. they still loved eachother so much couldn’t say it because they “hated” eachother 😮

OMG Hi Bestie! 

OK so because I'm a masochist (who shares in this fun hobby of tormenting myself with images of pain with someone who shall remain nameless) I've thought about this a lot. Shared below, with permission, is some of the noodling I've done on this topic with the aforementioned anonymous person who likes to give me INCREDIBLY ANGSTY AND DEPRESSING THOUGHT EXERCISES I SWEAR THIS IS A TWO WAY STREET Y'ALL. Please note that none of this is in story format and Doc is she instead of you because that's how I think about the fic in abstract terms? I guess? I don't know lol it's a mess in my head.

ANYWAY 

Putting this below the cut because it's probably a step beyond angst. I cannot stress enough that this is like... super depressing and also COMPLETELY RAW AND UNEDITED, all I did was pull out comments/prompts from the other person out of respect for them. So please limit your judgement as much as possible this stuff is real bad lol 

Below is Joel if she got bit on the Harvard run.

how terrified he was when he thought she might be bitten, how the first place his mind went was "I can kill her and I'll only need to be around for a few seconds after she's gone"If she got bit and he needed to kill her, he'd try so hard to keep it together for her. She'd be low key panicking and be like "Please don't let me turn into one of those things, please just kill me, please" and he'd just brush her hair back and hold her face in his hand all gentle and be like "I won't baby, not gonna let you go through that, OK? I've got you, it's OK. It'll be real quick, won't feel a thing and I'll be right behind you, OK? I'm right behind you, it's OK" and he'd hold her when he did it so she didn't feel alone and he'd keep holding her when he did it to himself, too

If Doc died in the tub the night that Joel left her in the QZ 

Joel is trying to avoid herTommy goes to the clinic that day and she's not there, which he expects because she's not supposed to be there on Sundays, but hears someone say her name and how they aren't sure how they're going to cover everything without her and there's a "...I still really miss her" at the end and he's like "wtf' and so he asks until he finds someone who will actually talk to him and he's like "no, we're old friends, I just haven't seen her in a few weeks, what happened?" and Marta just kinda looks at him like "how can you not know this" and says "She died. They weren't really sure how, if she did it on purpose or if she passed out but she drowned in her bathtub" and Tommy is, of course, reeling because he loved her, too. But he's also like "Oh fuck I have to tell Joel" and he's kind of in a daze and just walks around the QZ for a few hours and he gets home and Joel is just like "the fuck is your problem" and he's like "Joel... brother, you... I need you to sit down, OK? Need you to just... stay calm for me, OK?" and he says her name and then kinda stops and Joel gets this bad feeling and is like "what" and Tommy is quiet and he's like "what, Tommy. What is it. She fuck up something else, what'd she do, what's going on" and he's just like "She's dead, Joel." and Joel is silent for a minute and then asks what happened and how and Tommy really doesn't want to tell Joel what they told him and so Joel just gets up and Tommy tries to stop him and he's like "Don't fucking touch me" and he goes to Andrew's and he pounds on the door until Andrew answers and Andrew looks like hell, he's lost weight and he looks like he's hardly slept and he looks kind of dead in the eyes until he sees Joel and then he just looks like he wants to just set him on fire and he's like "The fuck are you doing here"

and Joel is like "what happened, you have to know what happened, please, fuck, please tell me what happened to her" and Andrew shoves him and just yells "You! You happened, you fucking happened! She died that night you fucking asshole, she lived for you and she fucking died for you, too. I hope you're fucking happy" and Joel is just practically frozen there and just lets Andrew wail on him for a minute before he looks at him and goes "you must fuckin hate me, right?" "Oh I more than hate you you fucking..." "Good. Kill me. Don't... don't care how just... please, fuck just..." and Andrew just kind of laughs at him darkly and says "No, no I'm not doing you any fucking favors, Miller. I have to live with the fact that I left her alone that night. You get to live with the fact that her blood's on your hands." Jess pulls Andrew back inside and Joel just trudges home but Tommy is kind of waiting for him, he's already stashed all the guns and the knives and he got Tess because he knows what Joel is like when he loses someone like thatand Joel only asked Andrew to do it because he couldn't risk flinching again, he had to do it right this time and he goes for where he keeps his gun as soon as he's in the door and it's gone and Tommy is just crying and he's like "Joel, you can't, I'm sorry..." and he's like "Just give me the fuckin' gun, Tommy! I can't do this, not again, I can't, I can't" and he just drops to his knees and Tommy holds onto him Tommy and Tess take turns, he's literally never alone for months. Eventually they think he can be trusted on his own and he's OK for a while but I think it wouldn't take all that long before he's gone, too it wouldn't be as obvious as a gun, it'd be him making a stupid mistake and getting bit or shot or an accident on a job in the qzand all the time in between he'd be such a shell of himself, Tess and Tommy always sharing a look when it's especially bad like "this has to get better at some point, right?"and when it eventually happens, neither Tess or Tommy are ever sure if it's really an accident or not. Joel wasn't really sure either, he just knew that the last thing he thought of was that last morning before Doc flew back to New York where he got her pregnant in the water and her and Sarah made French toast

SO YEAH that's just the most depressing shit in the world lol 

LOVE YOU!!

[domaslut]

LOVE ME LIKE YOU.

Starring: Merula Snyde x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Plot: you have to pick a date for the incoming Ball and all of your friends seem to have suddenly picked an interest in you. No one, however, made you feel as alive as Merula did. After a tormented night spent wide awake in your bed, you finally confront and confess your feelings to the lovely brat you have fallen in love with.

REQUESTED BY: @btvdc

VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT: “LOVE ME LIKE YOU”.

Quote: “Last night, I laid in bed so blue 'Cause I realized the truth They can't love me like you I tried to find somebody new Baby, they ain't got a clue Can't love me like you”.

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“Let me guess… You haven’t picked a date yet, have you?” Tonks quizzically inquired, plopping down on the empty seat next to you.

“Bingo” you shortly replied, fidgeting with the umpteenth note you had received since the beginning of the week. Where did all of these secret admirers come from? Further more, why did they not sign their gushing letters, if they desperately yearned to be your date for the Ball? You were officially done with them and the absurd situation they were putting you through.

Your pink-haired friend chuckled and propped her chin over her hand, her bright eyes scanning the Great Hall in search for a potential candidate to accompany you to the infamous Ball “What about Andre? He has declared countless times that you’re his muse… I wouldn’t be surprised, if one of these notes has been sent by him?” she observed, pursuing her lips at you.

You averted your droopy eyes from the note to your ravenclaw friend, who was currently showing a new, expensive fabric to a rather joyful Penny. Well, maybe Tonks was not wrong about Andre… But the blonde potioneer was probably one of the other anonymous senders. You thought you had recognized her calligraphy earlier and, judging by the languid glances she was directing to you from across the room, there was no doubt about it. Penny had a crush on you.

“You’re probably right, but I’m not interested in him… And, for what can matter, I’m not going to choose Penny either. – you said, folding your arms over your chest – She’s way too sweet and pure to be my perfect match” you clarified, lolling your head back in dispair.

At this point, you had almost given up on going to the Ball. If a romantic experince had to turn into a stressful loop of anxiety and dissatisfaction, you would have rather spent the night locked up in your dorm, cuddling your pets.

Tonks snickered and stood up, shooting a knowing look at you “Ouch, poor Penny... Well, then I guess I should probably let you know that Tulip heard Talbott and Badeea talking about you in the ravenclaw common room yesterday. – she casually informed you, stretching her arms over her head – Actually, they were arguing. I mean, isn’t it weird? They’re both so calm and rational, then again they’ve lost control over you!”.

Your left eye twitched, your hand ripped up the note in your hand at the shocking revelation. When did she think it was the right time to let you know about it? Not that you were going to consider them as an option in the first place, but you would have surely avoided them down the corridors earlier. Any kind of interaction would have been detrimental in your desperate search for the right date.

“Tonks! – you whined, stomping your foot as a sign of irritation – Is there something else you wish to tell me?” you rhetorically asked her, palming your forehead.

She shook her head and turned her back at you “Nah, I’mma go to bed. And you should do the same!” she replied, ambling towards the exit calmly, as if she had not just dropped a bomb.

She was right. Maybe you were just too tired. And, maybe, you had already made up your mind. You knew who your heart desired, who you enjoyed sharing your meals, or butterbeers with. You had a fling with her. Nothing official, yet something important. You had not kissed many times. Actually, you had barely kissed. However, the way your lips brushed over hers, and the fact that the spark igniting your heart that very night was still vividly stuck in your mind were a clear sign that you were in love with her.

Dragging your feet along the floor, you made your way to your dorm and slipped under the covers without even changing into a proper attire. You were too stressed, too nervous and you struggled to fall asleep for hours. You tossed and turned continously, as you tried to make up your mind. You were conscious that, if you decided to pick her as your date for the ball, this time it would have been forever.

“Fuck it, alright?” you cussed, rolling on your back and staring at the ceiling.

Did anyone else make you feel the way she did? No. Was there someone else residing 24/7 in your mind? Of course no…

“Well… Maybe Barnaby? Argh, who am I kidding? He is always so sweet with me. Just stop, Y/N! I love her! There is no going back. I choose her” you said, maybe a little bit too loud, considering it was 2 o’ clock in the morning. One of your roommate groaned out in frustration and threw a pillow in your direction, that you easily dodged.

“Shut the hell up and ask her out. I wanna sleep...” she ranted, slithering back underneath the blankets to try to get some sleep.

The morning after, you met her at breakfast. You had a very hard time to approach her, especially when Ismelda shot daggers in your direction and seemed to be a minute away from jinx you. Your purple-eyed crush, on the other hand, had no troubles in glaring at her and making you the center of her attention.

“So, what’s the matter? Have you slept last night?” she commenced, cocking her head to the side.

You rolled your eyes at her and rubbed the back of your neck in distress “Please, Merula, don’t make things so damn complicated. – you complained, locking eyes with her – Be my date. I … I’d very much like it, if you just said yes” you blurted out, cheeks flushing up as she stared at you dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?” she asked, blinking skeptically at you.

“Yes, I am”.

“Prove it then” she challenged you, folding her arms against her chest.

You chewed on your lower lip in nervousness, fists clenched at your sides as you pondered her request. You were there, opening your heart to her, making the first step, and she had the audacity of teasing you? Was it not clear enough that you were serious about your proposal? Yet, that side of her personality, what most of your friends loathed about her, was exactly what drove you crazy.

“I love you” you simply quipped then, watching her lips parting in disbelief. Yet, you were done playing games. Sticking up to your intent to make your relatioship official, you cupped her heart-shaped visage in your hands and smashed your lips against her ones.

That was the kiss you had dreamt about for years. That was the kiss you craved and the one you could not wait up until midnight to finally steal from her. Merula was completely shocked, as if a lightning had struck her and she was left fuzzy and disoriented right after it.

“No one is quite like you” you breathed out, pressing your forehead against hers.

She blushed, pulling you in for another brief kiss “I get to have the last word, though. Don’t forget it” she joked, winking at you.

You chuckled and took a step back, bowing your head as a sign of resignation to her umpteenth declaration of her supremacy “See you tonight, miss Snyde”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

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Bowled Over (Roy Kent x Reader): Chapter Eight

You work at a bowling alley and a young girl named Phoebe has a birthday party there. You catch her uncle's eye.

Roy Kent x female reader

Will try to update roughly every two weeks

Chapter Eight: Roy Kent, Baby Whisperer

(7.2k words)

Warnings: Roy Kent-level language (you know what you're in for), insecurity, mentions of sex, tooth-rotting fluff

Summary: Roy takes a big step and asks you to come to a team dinner at Ola’s, where you get to properly meet the greyhounds and their families.

Author's note: Buckle in for a long one! This is to tide you over, because I probably won't be posting a new chapter in January; we've got family birthdays three out of the four weekends, so I don't want to stress about getting something out in time. Happy New Year, and I'll see you with a new chapter in a month!

You had great fun driving Roy’s SUV for the next few weeks. It was large and expensive, so people tended to give it a wide berth. And since you didn’t have to walk to work, you were getting to sleep a bit later, which was doing wonders for you.

It was amazing that Roy let you use the Beast without any hesitation, that he trusted you that much. That he wanted to spend time with you, and keep you around, and know you deeper. Things were going very well between the two of you.

Lettie was completely invested. She wanted to know every single detail, and had done her homework on Roy once you’d revealed that he was a public figure. She’d questioned every single text and phone call that made you smile during a shift, demanding to know exactly how Roy was treating you right. You’d even caught her telling the other members of staff that you were dating “a football legend.”

Roy had gotten a kick out of that when you’d told him one date night. It was at your favorite restaurant, a little hole-in-the-wall Italian place where he was unlikely to be spotted by paparazzi. Rumors were starting to swirl that he had a “mystery girl,” which both thrilled and terrified you, but thankfully no pictures had been sneakily snapped. Yet. You were still able to enjoy your anonymity, laughing and twirling pasta with the man you’d been lucky enough to meet while you worked his niece’s birthday party.

“So let me understand this, she tried to tell Snack Bar James that he’d forever missed out on catching you because now your standards are too high for the likes of him?” Roy’s eyes were crinkled at the edges as he tried not to grin.

“Pretty much,” you laughed. “I think we were both relieved. Lettie’s been trying to set us up for the entire year he’s worked with us, but he’s obviously more interested in Ashley in the pro shop.”

“Still, that Lettie’s a fuckin’ savage,” said Roy, respect heavy in his gruff voice. Then he took a bite of his chicken parmesan and sighed happily, looking at you.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing. Just- this is nice. Us. I’ve been enjoying myself.”

“That’s good to know, considering we haven’t really done anything. What with your knee and everything.”

You both glanced down to the offending appendage in its articulating brace. Roy would hopefully get the okay from physio the following week to begin putting weight back onto it and using it more normally, but you were enjoying being the chauffer for now. It leant itself to quiet days in, calm conversations and movie nights snuggled on the couch, sometimes with Phoebe as well. It was hardly any different from your quiet existence before, except you weren’t lonely anymore.

“You’re kidding about doing nothing, right?” The man put down his fork and trained his gaze on you. It was one of the things about him that you loved best; he made sure that those around him felt seen. “This isn’t nothing, it’s fucking everything. I get to be a normal bloke with you, hearing the petty gossip of normal people. I haven’t had this in pretty much my entire adult life. I love this.”

He paused, his mouth open like he wanted to continue the thought. Like he might want to say that he loved you, but he didn’t say anything more. It disappointed you more than you expected; you realized that you maybe cared more deeply for him than you thought. Maybe you loved him.

A grunt jolted you out of your thoughts. Roy was looking at you tensely.

“I just fucked that up. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

And it was you were confused by your own feelings, so it was okay that he was taking responsibility for acting on his. He reached for your hand and held it tight.

“I’m an idiot. I know. Can I make it up to you?”

Your attention piqued, you nodded. “Yes, you can. How are you making it up to me?”

You watched as he took a breath, sat up a little taller, and asked, “Come to a family dinner with me?”

“A family dinner?”

“Well, we call them family dinners. Sam started it. It’s really a team dinner.”

Up to now, Roy had kept his football life separate from his dating life. You were excited that he seemed ready for his circles to start converging.

“Are you really sure you want me to come?” you asked. “That’s a big step, Roy.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. The boys have a pool going on why my mood’s been so abnormal, and I’d love to prove them all wrong. They think it’s because I’m on painkillers or some shit.”

“Didn’t you tell them that you’re not taking anything stronger than Tylenol?”

“Of course I fucking did, but they didn’t believe me. What do you say? Want to help me prove them wrong?”

“I would love to help you prove them wrong, but only if I get a cut of the pool,” you giggled. “Considering I’m the cause of it, I deserve it.”

Roy rolled his eyes. “Fine, you get a cut of the winnings if you can convince any of those idiots to share with you. Happy?”

“Yes, very.”

“Fuckin’ right.”

The two of you smiled at each other over your pastas. You were happy, even more so that he wanted you to start meeting his team. He’d been very protective of them, and of you, and you suspected of himself in keeping his worlds apart. You could understand it; it was always more comfortable keeping things in their separate placed. But you were pretty excited that he deemed you worthy of introducing into another part of his life.

“What are team dinners like?” you inquired. Then you took a large bite of your dinner so he’d have to say more than two words.

“They’re fine,” grumbled the man in response. “Once a month we all go to Ola’s, and Sam has us try some new Nigerian dish he’s thinking about putting on the menu. Richard brings wine, because he’s fucking French, and the lads destroy a week’s worth of training with how much they eat. It’s nothing fancy. People bring dates if they’ve got any.”

“But not Roy Kent,” you pointed out. “The day he brings a date will be one for the books.”

“Hmm.”

If it was possible for a man to look nervous while eating chicken parm, Roy was doing it as he thought about bringing a girl to a team function. You smiled reassuringly at him and tapped his foot under the table with yours.

“It’ll be great. I’ve already met them anyway, so now it will just be a reintroduction, which is much less awkward,” you promised. “I’ve been meaning to catch Jamie for a few weeks now.”

“Why?”

“To thank him for chauffeuring you around on the days I work! He must really like you for him to do that, and I need to thank him for being good to you.”

Roy could obviously tell that you were trying to push his buttons, but took the bait all the same. “The only thing he is to me is a prick. Please don’t encourage him. He’s been trying to corner me in the car park for the past two weeks to see who’s been dropping me off. I’m trying to protect you from him for as long as possible.”

His logic made no sense. “By inviting me to meet him and the rest of your idiots?”

“Beat ‘em to the punch,” he said. “We do it on my terms instead of theirs, so I control the conversation. It’s tactics, just like on the pitch.”

You threw one last jab. “I thought Nate was the tactics man?”

Those expressive eyebrows scrunched down. “Fuck you, babe.”

You finished your meals, ordered dessert, and ended your date night. After dropping Roy off at his house, you went home to your flat. You fell asleep thinking about the team dinner, three nights away, and how lucky you felt to be getting more serious with the man who insisted he didn’t care about it but obviously wanted you to go with him. The man who wanted you.

The day of the team dinner, you pulled up to Nelson Road early. You and Roy had decided that it would be easier for both of you to be the first to the restaurant and have the attention spread out, rather than arrive together later and be bombarded by the entire team at once. You’d thought you’d timed it so that nobody would see you idling in the parking lot, but after a moment, you realized there was someone in the Aston Martin parked next to you.

It was Jamie Tartt, and he was sitting in the passenger seat of his own car waiting for you to notice him. Once you did, he hopped out and motioned for you to roll down the window.

“And what are you doin’ in Coach’s car?”

“Driving,” you quipped.

“Driving Coach’s car?” the man probed. “When Coach just so happens to have someone driving him around while his knee is unusable? And when there are rumors that he’s got a girl?”

You did your best to keep your face neutral. “I know, it’s quite a coincidence, but stranger things have happened. Coach Kent and I just happen to have the same taste in cars.”

It wasn’t a lie, just not wholly the truth. Now that you had driven the Beast for a while, you loved it. Jamie eyed you good naturedly and didn’t say anything else, content to lean in the window. You could see why Roy found him annoying at times, but also why he would probably die for him. His manner was so casual that he was completely disarming.

“What are you doing here, Jamie?” you questioned. “No one else is here, so training can’t be done yet.”

“Me? Nothin’. Just forgot me headband.”

Your eyes darted to the elastic currently holding back his floppy hair. Strands were flying away; it had obviously been there for a while. You raised an eyebrow to let him know you weren’t fooled by his lie.

He shrugged. “All right, you caught meh. I’ve been trying to catch Coach’s driver for weeks, but haven’t managed it until today. I was hoping the rumors were true about our old man finding a girlfriend, and I’m really glad it’s you.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because it’s right, innit? He hasn’t looked at anybody the way he looked at you at the bowling alley. Not since Keeley, and that look was different.”

Keeley. The model, and previous girlfriend. You felt extremely insecure every time you thought about her with Roy, despite his insistence that you didn’t need to. “I don’t know about that. Keeley’s famous.”

With a scoff, Jamie challenged, “And do you think that matters to Granddad? He only does what he’s sure of. Anyways, he’ll be out soon, and I don’t want him to see me out here. I told him I were being sick so he wouldn’t ask any questions. Are you coming to family dinner tonight?”

Nodding, you replied, “Yes, but it’s a secret. You can’t tell the team. It’s going to be a surprise.”

“I won’t tell, swear down.” He started bouncing back and forth between both feet. “I better get back inside. I’ll see you tonight!”

“You sure will. Oh, and Jamie!” you called as he jogged away.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for driving Roy on the days I can’t. We both appreciate it, even if he’s too tough to say anything.”

Jamie grew two inches taller under your praise. He pointed at you and smiled. “Oh, he definitely needs to keep you around. See yah, Splits!”

The young man bounced back into the stadium, leaving you to wait for Roy. You didn’t see the prick in Jamie the way Roy had described him to you, but then, you weren’t in charge of him. You supposed somebody that chipper could be a bit of a handful. But you were pleased; the first interaction with somebody know you were the girlfriend had gone well, and the information hadn’t even been a surprise. It boded well for tonight.

Roy was upstairs; you could hear the steady thumping of his crutches as he got ready for the dinner. He’d finally mastered navigating the stairs, thank goodness, so you didn’t feel the need to run back and forth grabbing clothes and toiletries for him. This gave you time to do your makeup. Admittedly, you didn’t need long, as you were pretty minimal when it came to painting your face, but you were nervous, and kept messing it up.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t met the team before, and your conversation with Jamie had gone well earlier today, but tonight was your public debut as Roy Kent’s girlfriend. After tonight, there was no going back. There would probably even be press hiding somewhere, waiting to be the first to confirm the news that Roy was seeing somebody new.

“What’re you doing? You’re staring into space?”

Roy’s gruff voice startled you, and you almost stabbed yourself with your mascara wand. You hadn’t heard him come downstairs, but his reflection in the mirror was leaning on the doorframe, like he’d been watching you for a little bit, his face soft.

“You are so quiet when you want to be, it’s scary,” you scolded, turning to face him. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be scary; it just happens.” He looked at you, a small smile curving his lips. “You look great.”

With a scoff, you told him “I look okay at best. I’m not done yet.”

Roy stepped closer and looked you up and down carefully. “No, you look done and you look incredible. Don’t change one thing. What the fuck has you so freaked out?”

“After tonight, there’s no hiding,” you said in a small voice. “If I make a bad first impression, or a photographer gets a picture of me mid-sneeze, or choking on my food or something, that’s it. I will forever be the idiot that you took pity on.”

“No, you’ll be the young and beautiful date of a washed-up old has-been.” Roy kissed the top of your head. “The team will go easy on you. Its me they’ll be fucking with.”

You looked up at him, hovering above your hair. “Do you promise?”

“I promise. Now finish up, so we can get going. I want to beat everyone there.”

“Okay. I’ll be out in a minute,” you said, turning back to the bathroom mirror. Roy’s reflection swung away on its crutches, and you quickly put on the rest of your mascara before pulling the green sweater over your head and doing your hair. When you walked into the living room a few minutes later, Roy was gazing up at you with the look that Phoebe called his heart eyes.

“Is that the same jumper you wore on our first date?” he asked.

“Yeah. I remember you liked it, but I don’t have to wear it if it’s not right.”

“It’s perfect,” said Roy fondly. “They’ll all love you.”

You both walked to the car, and Roy put on his cheesy pump-up playlist for you. It only got through a few songs before you arrived at Ola’s, but it had the desired effect, and you were less anxious about the impending ordeal.

Roy was looking around as you parked the Beast. “I don’t see any of their cards,” he grunted. “Let’s get inside while we’re still in the fucking clear.” He reached toward you and squeezed your hand. “Ready?”

Squeezing back, you braced yourself and hopped out. Sam Obisanya’s restaurant, Ola’s, was a cute little corner unit deeper than it was wide. Airy curtains obscured most of the dining room from outside view, but you could see inside enough to know that you and Roy were the first ones there, as planned. Two people were bustling in the back when you opened the door for Roy, and while one ducked into the kitchen, the other approached.

“Coach!” called Sam, smiling widely. “Welcome! I’m so glad you could make it, although we’re not quite ready for everyone yet.”

Roy was obscuring you from Sam’s view while you followed him in. “Wanted to make sure that the close parking spots would be open, so we came early.” Your boyfriend stepped to the side as he said “we,” and pulled you to him.

Only for a moment, Sam faltered, then his eyes lit up as he recognized you, and realized the rumor about his coach was true.

“You’re the lady from the bowling alley!”

“Guity,” you chuckled, extending a hand to properly introduce yourself, but before you could do that, Sam took it in both of his and shook it warmly.

“I am so very glad that you are here, and that you are with Roy! What is your name?”

Roy introduced you before you could respond, and the sheer amount of pride in his voice made your heart melt a bit. He was acting like he didn’t deserve to be on your arm, not the other way around. And he was smiling, unashamedly.

“I am so glad to officially meet you,” beamed Sam, “and so glad that Coach gets to be with someone so lovely. I do hope that you enjoy yourself tonight.”

“I’m sure I will. Thank you, Sam. If the food is as good as the restaurant looks, I’m in for a treat.”

“Do you want to sit down, babe?” Roy gestured to a table in the corner, out of view of the door.

After a last smile at Sam, you joined Roy. He practically threw himself into a chair, and then carefully stretched his knee out onto one of the extra seats.

“That didn’t go so badly, as far as introductions go,” you told him.

The man grunted. “Sam is the golden child of the team. I wasn’t worried about him. It’s the other ones that’ll be idiots about it.”

The other ones showed up shortly thereafter. From your corner, you and Roy watched the team slowly trickle in. Coach Shelley and his fiancée were the earliest, and both lit up when their gazes settled on you. Jade planted herself next to you and told you how happy she was that there would be another girl there to talk to when Roy and Nate inevitably started talking tactics. You liked Jade; she could hold her own.

Some of the second team came in next. They all greeted you warmly, and heaped verbal abuse on Roy for taking so long to settle down. One of them, Paul, was the oldest on the team since Roy’s retirement, and promised you a few stories of their time playing together before his daughter pulled him away.

The defenders and midfielders arrived together, minus Jan Maas, who was apparently late to everything. Isaac McAdoo shook your hand seriously.

“He’s good to you, yeah?” he asked.

“Of course I’m fucking good to her!” Roy spluttered. “You’ve known me for years!”

“It’s always the ones you think you know,” Isaac said darkly. He looked you in the eye, still holding your hand. “If he ever stops being good to you, you call me and I’ll fuck him up for you. You’re at a family dinner, so you’re one of us now.”

“I’ll let you know if that ever happens,” you promised, trying your hardest not to laugh at how Roy was gripping one of his crutches like he was going to hit Isaac with it. The captain wisely moved out of reach before that could happen.

Most of the team didn’t seem all that surprised to see you. You saw a few bank notes changing hands throughout the course of the night, but everyone was more or less calm about you being there. Roy even halfway relaxed, until Jamie came in with Jan Maas in tow.

“The dinner can start now, ‘cos the party’s arrived!” he called as he came in, arms wide. “Splits! What are you doing here?”

Jamie was acting like your parking lot conversation had never happened. He plopped down next to Roy and stared at him cheekily. “Coach, I’m surprised at yah. Keeping a lovely lady all to yourself? Not cool.”

“And why should I have to share every fucking detail of my life with a prick like you? You’d only make a huge deal out of it and lord it over the whole team that you knew something about me that no one else did, and then no one would leave me the fuck alone.”

“Roy,” you interrupted, sensing that the rant would have been a long one, “Jamie already knows. He saw me driving your car when I came to pick you up.”

Eyes narrowing, Roy could only growl. You and Jamie grinned at each other.

“I think it’s great, man. You needed some happiness in your life, and she seems to be giving it to you. We all knew something was going right for you, and it definitely wasn’t your knee.”

Your boyfriend’s nostrils flared once, but then he looked at you and softened, just the slightest bit.

“All right, fair enough,” he admitted. “Life isn’t terrible right now, even with my shit knee.”

“She must be special, to make you that happy. You aren’t having any sex right now with your knee like that,” deadpanned Jan Maas.

There were shouts. Half the team jumped out of their chairs anticipating a fight. You reached out to grab Roy’s shoulder, as did Jamie, you noticed. Bad knee or not, you wouldn’t put it past Roy to lunge at the taller man after a comment like that. He had already grabbed one of his crutches and was brandishing it like a club.

Coach Shelley was talking the team, and the dutchman, down. “That was uncalled-for, even for you, Jan. There are ladies present.”

“You don’t need to worry about me, Coach. I can handle it,” Colin Hughes joked. It made everyone else relax, but Roy was still furious.

“I’ll kill him. I swear to God, I’ll fucking kill him.” His growl certainly sounded murderous. “Embarrassing you like that.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” you liked. “You told me he could be rude.”

Jamie shook his head disapprovingly. “Rude and Dutch. That was mental. He’s lucky our old man here is laid up.”

“I could still kick his ass, just let go of me!”

“How about some dinner?” Sam shouted over the din in his dining room. “Simi and I have some new dishes for you all to try.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for the Beards?” someone from second team asked.

“Who knows when they’ll show up?” someone else called sarcastically. “Queenie probably pitched another fir, and they’re never on time anyway.”

You looked to Roy. “Queenie?”

A growl; Roy seemed incapable of speech as he glared at Jan Maas. Jamie answered your question.

“Coach Beard’s daughter. They named her after the chess piece. Poor babeh hasn’t forgiven them for it. She’s always screaming.”

A few of the men loudly agreed that dinner should be served before Coach Beard and his family arrived so everyone else would be able to eat in peace. You weren’t sure that any team function could be considered “peaceful,” but agreed that dinner shouldn’t wait. Sam and his chef Simi – you couldn’t figure out whether they were dating or not – brought out countless platters of delicious food, and you all dug in. With every bite, you found yourself falling in love with Nigerian cuisine. Even Roy’s bad mood couldn’t stand up to it, and soon he was listening intently to the conversations around him, his hand on your knee under the table.

You quickly learned that not many people kept to one seat. Higgins and O’Brien found their way to your table to learn more about bowling from you, and you spent an enjoyable few minutes talking strategies, moreso for O’Brien’s benefit than Higgins’. The reserve keeper had enjoyed the team bowling night so much that he was considering joining a league. You would have been happy gushing about your sport all night, since everybody at work had already heard everything you had to say, and O’Brien was willing to listen. Higgins, too; you learned that he was registered for a tournament that you were also competing in at your alley, and he wanted to know which oil patterns were going to be laid. But your conversation was cut short when the door to the restaurant opened, and a screaming toddler was dragged in by her parents.

You recognized Coach Beard; he was often shown next to Roy during match broadcasts. The woman with him must be his wife Jane, who Roy had told you was slightly insane, but in a different way than Beard was. The two-year-old looked more like Jane, and was crying as only an unhappy toddler could. Half of the team looked sympathetically at Beard, Roy included, and the other half looked annoyed. Queenie didn’t seem to be popular.

She didn’t stop crying and whining. For twenty minutes, the Beards, and eventually everybody else, tried to cheer her up while they ate, but it was useless. People started scooping her up and passing her around, just trying to keep her occupied long enough for her to forget she was upset.

It didn’t work.

People were starting to get antsy, looking at the exit as if contemplating how quickly they could reach it. Wives and girlfriends were still trying to soothe Queenie, while Beard and Jane scarfed down a meal. Jade reached out for a turn, and put her purse in front of the girl to distract her. You would be the next victim if Jade couldn’t calm her down.

Unfortunately, digging through a purse wasn’t what Queenie wanted. She looked like she was gearing up for another fit. The adults at your table exchanged glances.

“Does anybody have a better idea?” challenged Jade.

You could only shrug. The only children you had in your life were the kids in the youth league, and they were older. Toddlers didn’t make any sense to you. Nate also seemed to be at a loss. After waiting a moment, Roy let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

“All right, give her here,” he grumbled, holding out his hands. “Don’t any of you know any kids? Fucking amateurs, all of you.”

Once he had Queenie, Roy stood her up in his lap, holding her up by her hands. They looked at each other seriously, as if acknowledging each other’s existence. Roy did the same thing with you, you realized; every time he spent time with you, he ignored his surroundings to focus on you. Then Roy lowered her hands, and rather than stand on him, the toddler chose to snuggle up on him, her front pressed against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her and tucked his chin into her curls, which she’d wedged under his head.

Ola’s was silent. Mouths hung open in shock, eyes stared at the manager. He glared at everybody.

“What are you all staring at?”

“She stopped,” Beard said, awestruck. “She hasn’t stopped in days.”

“You’re the fuckin’ baby whisperer,” chuckled Jamie.

“You’re forgetting about Phoebe. She was small once. I learned with her.”

Roy was speaking to the room, but he was looking at Queenie burrowed into his chest. There was something so gentle in the way that he was with her; you hadn’t even seen it with Phoebe, maybe because she was older. It was like he was marveling at her, or in her willingness to trust him. Seeing this gruff man melt made you fall a little deeper for him.

The team was stunned at this peaceful side of their coach. Across the dining room, Beard and Jame were having a hushed conversation. Roy was choosing to ignore all of them; he was focusing on Queenie, who was starting to look like she was going to fall asleep as he rubber her back.

“Incredible,” Nate murmured. “I didn’t know you had this in you, Roy.”

“No reason to let it out at Nelson Road,” he grunted. “Now shut up. She’s not going to stay quiet if you idiots wake her up.”

Rather than say anything else, the assistant coach went to another table with Jade. Jamie followed suit, leaving you with Roy and Queenie.

“She really trusts you, Roy,” you observed quietly.

“Hmm.”

“Any reason why? Have you babysat her before?”

“No. I think she can tell that I’m just as scared of the world as she is, and she takes some comfort in that.”

“Roy Kent is scared? What does Roy Kent have to be scared of?”

Your boyfriend finally tore his eyes from Queenie to look at you.

“Roy Kent the footballer wasn’t scared of anything. But Just Roy… He’s effing terrified of life after football, and how great it’s turning out to be, and how much could be lost if he effs it up.”

It was startlingly honest. You’d never heard Roy that open before, even when it was just the two of you. Kids were apparently his weakness, which kind of made sense. He was fiercely protective and took care of everybody he cared about; children needed caring for more than adults did, so he probably felt even more himself while he had someone small to protect. Plus, he apparently related to how he thought kids viewed the world, which probably contributed even more to his being comfortable enough to share.

Your thoughts were moving too fast and with too much emotion for you to articulate anything, so you reached out to gently play with Queenie’s hair. Roy, his chin still in those curls, snuck a quick kiss onto your hand and smiled contentedly at you. It would have been a tender moment, had Jane and Coach Beard not chosen it as their moment to approach. Some of the usual grumpiness settled back onto your boyfriend’s face once he noticed them.

“Roy,” Jane began in what could only be described as a wheedling tone.

“What do you want?”

“We were hoping we could ask you to watch Queenie for a bit. You’re so good with her, and she’s been so difficult the past few weeks…”

Beard interrupted. “We’ve got to do some stuff around the apartment, and it will be a whole lot easier without a 25-month-old screaming the entire time.”

“It will only be about an hour,” continued Jane. “We’ll be quick.”

They looked pleadingly at Roy, who rolled his eyes. He didn’t have to think for long.

“Fine, but only because she’s effing asleep, and because I’m still injured, which are two very good reasons for me not to move.”

“Thanks, Roy,” said Beard. “We’ll be quick.”

“Effin’ hope so. If you’re not back in an hour, like you said, I won’t be doing the training reports for the rest of the month, you will. That’s my condition.”

“Deal.” Coach Beard took his wife’s hand. “We appreciate this, Roy.”

There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “You’re wasting valuable time. Now scram.”

You heard something that could almost be a laugh come from Roy as he watched the could run off.

“What are you laughing about?”

“I just got out of a month’s worth of reports,” he chuckled smugly. “It’s a ten minute trip to their flat, if they run the whole way, and they won’t. They can’t keep their hands off each other.”

“So you just agreed to babysit a difficult toddler for who knows how long, just to get out of doing some paperwork, because you know your coworker would be distracted by his wife?”

“Pretty effing smart, right?”

Roy was quite pleased with himself. He even kept conversation up for a few minutes more than usual before he let it die, and by then, Sam and Simi were bringing out the next course. Yor table was given a wide berth – nobody wanted to risk waking Queenie – but you and Roy were fin with that, and enjoyed having a break from everyone’s attention.

Until Dani Rojas walked over.

“Hola, Roy! Have you seen Coach Beard?”

At this point, it had been well over an hour since he and Jane had left.

“No, they went home to get some things done without Queenie in the way.”

“Oh. So you are babysitting, yes?”

With a suspicious look at you, Roy answered, “Yeah. Why are you fu- effing asking?”

“No reason, really. Mostly, I wanted to tell you how good it is to see you and Señora Splits here together. You look like a real familia, sitting here with the little Queen.”

You felt some color rise to your cheeks, and saw how Roy shifted his weight uncomfortably. First Jan Maas bringing up the sex thing, and now Dani Rojas bringing up a family, kids! This team definitely wasn’t shy.

“Oh! I apologize, you just started dating. These topics are probably uncomfortable, yes?” Dani glanced between you and Roy apologetically, reacting to your reactions. “I’m sorry. Please, forgive me.”

“Dani,” growled your boyfriend as he put his hands over Queenie’s little ears, “fuck off. Now, please.”

The striker retreated back to his original seat, which left you and Roy alone again. You subconsciously started twisting a ring you always wore, your mind racing as you contemplated everything. Did you want kids? You’d never really had the urge, unlike the girls you’d grown up around, who’d had baby names picked out by the age of twelve. Nothing specifically bothered you about kids, but you’d never been in a hurry to have any. But seeing Roy in front of you, murmuring softly to Queenie…

Maybe, with the right person, domestic bliss wasn’t unattainable.

“What’re you thinking about? You’re doing your ring twisting thing.”

You weren’t ready to have this conversation yet. Not here, where a footballer could interrupt at any second. You chose to ask your own question instead.

“What were you saying to Queenie just now?”

“I was saying sorry for swearing, just in case she heard me tell Dani to eff off.” The corners of his mouth were threatening to turn upwards. “I’ve been trying so hard all night not to corrupt this baby the way I’ve corrupted Phoebe, but at some point, you have to say it.”

“I was wondering why you were censoring yourself,” you smiled. “It’s been strange.”

“Yeah. Not how I expected my night to go, but it’s been all right. My knee’s killing me from having this one in my lap all night, and I need to use the toilet, but other than that.”

“Where are the Beards? It’s been closer to two hours. You should try to get two month’s worth of reports out of it.”

The twinkle returned to Roy’s eyes as he realized the genius of your suggestion. Then he shifted Queenie higher, probably to relieve some pressure from his knee.

“Knowing those two, they’re probably all over each other. Hopefully not making another of these little gremlins, because they don’t give enough attention to the one they already have.”

“Do you think it’s an attention issue?” you asked. “She’s had attention all night.”

Before he answered you, Roy let out an aggravated sigh. “No, she’s been handled all night. None of that lot actually interacted with her, they just passed her around trying to distract her. Kids are people, too, you know. They want to feel included the same way adults do. Honestly, babe, you coach youth bowling, how do you not know this?”

“I guess I’m just good at seeing them in the context of bowling, where it’s my job to watch after them,” you mused. “But I may not be a natural like you.”

You expected the man to respond with something sarcastic, but he looked thoughtfully at Queenie once more. As did you. As much as you didn’t want to have the conversation here in the open, seeing him so comfortable with her felt like it might be a small glimpse at a future. The two of you hadn’t been together long – only six weeks – but it was serious, and future wasn’t out of the question for you.

Gradually, you felt Roy’s gaze on you. All harshness was dissolved from his face.

“I know you don’t want to talk about this in public, and I’m with you on that, but I want you to know… I don’t hate this. I think I’ve known since Phoebe was born, but I hadn’t really thought about it until my career went up in flames and I had to effing retire. I think I want a family to take care of. Kids. Or just one, I don’t know. But I need you to know that before we fu- effing go any further. We can talk about it later, when you’re ready. If you’re ready. You don’t have to be, and if it was too early to say, I’m really sorry. I can be –“

“Roy, stop.” His voice was getting high and strained, and he had yet to take a breath; you had to make him stop to breathe. “I think it may be something I want, too. It’s okay.”

And it was, you realized. The man in front of you, holding the toddler that wasn’t yours, could be something very serious. He’d taken a chance on you, somebody decidedly outside his world, and brought you in. He’d given you his trust and his weakness, and become a steward of yours. He was the baby whisperer. He could be the endgame.

It was all so simple. He could be it. And he seemed to think that you might be it, too.

“Oi, take Queenie for a second.” Always abrupt, Roy seemed to be switching topics. “I can’t stand it anymore; I have to get up before I piss myself, and before my good knee locks up.”

You held your hands out, and Roy passed you a drowsy toddler. You made sure to acknowledge her before she settled, as he had, and she didn’t fuss as she nestled into you, using one of your boobs as a pillow. Roy was already stumping away towards the back of the restaurant, and the team was busy passing around a dessert, so you were alone with your thoughts. It may have just been biology, or attraction, or the fact that sex had been reference more than once tonight, but cradling a sleepy little kid that had been handed off to you by the man you were currently seeing was doing something to your insides. A yearning was suddenly there. You could imagine a tiny, foul-mouthed menace running amuck.

Roy was it.

Roy was so distracted that he hadn’t noticed he was washing his hands with sanitizer until it found a paper cut. He swore and corrected his mistake, then looked his reflection dead in the eye in the mirror.

The man hadn’t seen himself wear this expression before. In the press, he’d always looked angry, all hard angles and glares. Having Queenie all night had melted it all away, and Just Roy, staring back at him looked… Fond? He wasn’t sure. It was something soft.

He reached for a paper towel to dry his hands, his mind spinning. Taking care of Queenie all night had ignited something warm in his chest, which felt suspiciously like his heart. But it wasn’t really about Queenie, was it?

No, it wasn’t. It was about the woman who’d been beside him, who hadn’t flinched through this whole night. And its many twists, turns, and blunt footballers. Splits had exuded grace all night, and he hadn’t consciously noticed until this moment how peaceful his normally-raging thoughts were whenever he was with her.

Just Roy was wearing heart eyes when he looked back in the mirror.

“Fuck. She’s the one.”

As he hobbled out of the toilets and back to the table, Roy knew with more certainty than he’d ever had in his life. He wanted to serve her, to protect her, to have her, to love her. For her to hold his kids as gently and tenderly as she was holding Queenie right now, who hadn’t even noticed the return of her parents.

Fuck being Roy Kent. He wanted to be Just Roy with her. Splits was it.

She smiled up at him when he got closer.

“Better?”

Why was she asking if he was better? Oh, right, his quick retreat to the toilets, which had been a bit of a lie because he’d needed to get his emotions in check more than he’d actually needed to go.

“Yeah, much better, thanks. How was Queenie?”

“An angel,” Splits answered. “You’re onto something with this whole acknowledgement thing. I was just telling the Beards.”

Jane was wearing an irritated expression, probably mad that other people were telling her how to manage her own child. Beard just looked thankful that said child wasn’t currently screaming. They both looked red and puffy around the mouth. Roy was pretty sure that they’d been making another fucking gremlin, and to his surprise, was insanely jealous.

Fuck, he was falling hard. It scared him how intensely sure he was that Splits was the one.

He had to get out. It was too much, being around his team, his family.

“Are you ready to go?” he questioned, more harshly than he’d meant to.

She shrugged. “Yeah, we can go. Is your knee bothering you?”

“Something like that. Beard, you were gone for two hours, not one, so I’m expecting two months of training reports.”

Coach Beard was nothing if not fair. As he took his daughter from Splits, he nodded stoically. “Fine. You held up your end.”

“Well said.”

Roy pulled out his girlfriend’s chair and turned for the exit. He’d wanted to sneak out, but the whole team saw them leaving and called out goodbyes. Sam, of course, thanked them for coming. Jamie, less predictably, shouted, “Good night, Kents!”

In his peripheral, the manager could see Splits was stifling a smile and waiting for his reaction. Roy didn’t correct Jamie, only flipped him off without turning around. He ushered his girl out of Ola’s to the Beast, then turned on one of his playlists. He texted his father as she drove them home.

Me: Need to talk. Call tomorrow?

Dad: About fucking time. Your mother’s upset you haven’t told us.

Me: ???

Dad: typing…

After a moment, his father sent a link to a post on The Sun’s social media. It was a photo, sniped through the window of the restaurant, of him in profile holding Queenie and kissing Splits’ hand as she played with the little girl’s hair. They’d been caught, but he fought down the anger rising in his throat. He typed out one last message.

Me: It’s new, but she’s fucking amazing. Do you still have Nan’s stuff?

With that, he closed his texts and pocketed his phone. He reached over for Splits’ hand, resting on the center console while she waited for the light to change, and took it.

It was missing a vital piece of jewelry. He needed to fix that.

Tag list: @preciousbabypeter @harry-bowie-mercury @amieinghigh @onceuponaoneshot @chewymoustachio @my-neurodivergent-world

[imaginingaustin]

more "i love yous"

summary: when austin accepts a long distance job, without talking to you about it, an unfortunate spat breaks out.

requested by anonymous.

you were sitting down to lunch one afternoon, taking a break from the errands you’d been running all morning. you met up with a friend at a nearby restaurant, feeling good to finally sit down after being on your feet for the last few hours.

conversation quickly ensued once your friend met you, and once you placed your orders. after a while, the mood took a sharp turn.

“hey, so i heard about austin’s new project! working on location in chicago for this new film trilogy, that’s so cool.” they said to you. unfortunately to you, you had no idea what they were talking about.

“yeah, it is! im excited for him.” you lied through your teeth. you wanted to avoid any awkwardness during this lunch. you saved your anger and upset for when you saw him.

you and your friend ended up spending a few of hours at the restaurant, enjoying your food, drinks, and each other’s company.

later that evening, you avoided going home for as long as you could. you knew that austin had come over to your place, but you were so angry that he hadn’t let you in on a very important piece of information, you wish he had just stayed home.

you sat in your driveway, calming yourself down as much as possible before going inside. austin’s car was parked next to yours, so you knew he was waiting for you to come home.

you walked in the door, through the foyer, and to the kitchen. austin was sitting at the island, talking on his phone. he smiled at you, and you forced one back before turning away from him. you listened as he spoke, the sound of his voice causing you to wince at every syllable that left his mouth.

“yeah, i can do that. i’ll be there thursday morning.” he spoke into the phone. it sounded like he was planning something that he was probably going to forget to mention to you. 

you stood against the counter, arms folded across your chest, staring at austin while you waited for him to finish his phone call. he locked eyes with you, and you watched his demeanor change. he sat up straight and you watched his muscles tense.

“hey, i’m gonna let you go. just text me the details.” he said before wishing whoever he was talking to a good night. he hung up the phone and set it down on the island before moving his attention back to you. “how was your day?” he asked softly.

“oh, just great. i got all my stuff done this morning, then had lunch with (F/N). you know, funnily enough, they told me an interesting piece of news about you that i hadn’t heard.” you said, your voice raising as you reached the end of your sentence.

“oh yeah? what’s that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“you took a job on a project based in chicago?” you asked. you watched as austin’s eyes widened. “yeah, when were you planning on letting me in on your great news?”

“i didn’t think it would actually happen. i wasn’t going to tell you until it was a for sure thing.” he said softly, avoiding your gaze.

“you didn’t think that maybe we should’ve talked about it beforehand, so we could figure out what to do if you did get the job? were you even going to tell me you were leaving, or was i just supposed to just try and make plans with you, only for you to decline and tell me that you were across the country?” you asked.

“i was going to tell you! i wanted to wait until i had all my ducks in a row until i did.” 

“when do you leave?” you asked.

“next thursday. that was the phone call i was just on.” he said.

“next thursday? seems like your ducks were pretty much all in a row! i’d say it’s too late for me to take time off of work. but since you probably didn’t want me to go with you anyway, i guess that doesn’t matter.” you said. 

“y/n, don’t say that.” 

“say what? it must be true considering you didn’t even think to tell me about your leaving until a week before you’re supposed to go.” you spat. you turned to leave the kitchen, and heard austin get up from the island.

“y/n, wait.” you heard his voice call behind you. you rushed into your bedroom, but he caught up to you. he braced his arm across the door frame, blocking the entrance to your room.

"move." you said, attempting to push him out of the way.

"no, let's talk about this! let me explain myself.

“i’m done talking. i don’t want to hear anymore.” you said, finally pushing past him.

"y/n, please." he pouted, just before you slammed the door behind him. you pressed your back against the door, and slid down it, crying into your hands as you sat on the floor.

"go. away." you shoulder after austin's last plea for you to open the door. 

you heard him move from the door, and you moved to your bed. you sat in silence for a while, not wanting to move. you laid down and stared up at the ceiling, thoughts racing around your brain. once your thoughts became too much to handle, you grabbed your phone off the nightstand and tapped your mom’s profile to call her.

“hey sweetie.” she said when she answered.

“hey mama.” you said quietly, a lump still prominent in your throat.

“uh oh, what’s wrong?” she asked you. you immediately started ranting to her about your situation with austin, and how you were feeling about it.

“i know we haven’t been together that long, but am i crazy for thinking he should’ve at least told me? more than a week before he hopped on a plane and traveled all the way across the country?” you asked her.

“no, you’re not crazy for thinking that. but maybe he thought that you wouldn’t have wanted to come anyway. like you said, you haven’t been together that long. maybe he doesn’t think that you’re ready to live on location with him just yet.” 

“maybe.” you said softly.

“i really don’t think that he left you out of this to slight you. he cares about you, and i know you care about him too. but you get so hot headed sometimes, and you jump to expect the worst of people. even when they don’t have bad intentions.”

“i know.” you sighed. “i’m glad we talked, though. you always know what to say when i need to hear them the most.” you said. you thanked her and wished her a good night before hanging up.

you stood from your bed and took a deep breath before leaving your room. you opened the door and saw austin sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall right outside. he looked up at you when he heard the door open, sadness heavy in his eyes.

“hey.” he said softly as you squatted down next to him.

“we should talk.” you said, and he nodded. you both moved to the couch and fell into conversation. you began apologizing for your reaction, and for not allowing him to explain himself. austin apologized for not telling you about the job when he was first considering it, and not thinking about how his not telling you would make you feel.

“i really wasn’t sure if we were far enough along in this relationship for me to be asking you to come be on location with me when i have work based in other places.”

“that’s a fair assumption. but i still would like to be able to make the choice to go with you.” you said to him.

“i understand. i really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. i love and care about you so much, and i really want this relationship to work. i couldn’t live with myself if it didn’t work out between us due to a lack of communication on my part.” he said, pulling you into his arms, and hugging you tight.

“you love me?” you asked, looking up at him. he smiled down at you and nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i do. so much.” he said, pressing another kiss to your head. you rested your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing him tight.

“i love you too.” you said, nuzzling deeper into his chest. you sat there quietly for a few minutes, before you spoke again. “who would’ve thought our first fight would lead to us dropping the L word for first time.” 

“here’s to less fights and more “i love yous” in the future.” he laughed.

“i can get behind that.”

[eboni-napalm]

Hi, everyone.

Sorry for my absence the past couple of days- with everything that happened seemingly all at once on Monday, I checked myself into the hospital before I did something stupid and dangerous (and before anything else got worse). I'm much better than I was since then, but I've made some decisions during that time.

I will no longer be a mainly self-shipping blog. I've decided to only gush about my ships on occasional posts, and won't be reblogging many ask games/reblog games anymore, if at all. I'm basically going back to becoming a blog where I just like/reblog/post things I like, whether it be my favorite fandoms, bands, or whatever. This doesn't mean that I'm quitting self-shipping entirely, but my presence in the community, for my own mental health, will be greatly reduced. If I do reblog any ask games, I'll post the link to my F/O's in there, and my main introduction post will be deleted (as I'm not mainly a self-ship blog, I don't exactly need it anymore). I've also turned off anonymous asks for the foreseeable future, as that's where most hate comes from, and people can't send anon hate if they can't be "protected" by that wall of cowardice. (Of course, this also means that positive anon asks can't be sent anymore either, but I'm sure those of you who have will understand why).

That being said, I'll still participate in other's shipping games if they post them, because even though I never got interactions compared to everyone else, other people still deserve to have that interaction so they don't end up going through what I went through the past two weeks. I'm not perfect by any means, but I still want to be someone that most people can have a mostly positive impression of when it comes to interacting with me. The posts I've made to try and bring the good of the community together spread quite a bit over the site, and it made me really happy to know that the majority of people who self-ship are still good, kind individuals.

So yeah, that's basically it. Thank you to everyone who supported me during that messy time and sent messages wishing me well and telling me to take care of myself- the time away was needed and it's helped me calm down a lot. I appreciate all of you. ❤️

[deus-and-the-machina]

MCYT Yuri week - day 1, BREAK!

Hi hello! this is day one of @mcyt-yuri-week. Please go check this fic out on ao3 if you enjoy it here and give it some kudos, perhaps even a comment!

The early days of the games were always weirdly lackadaisical. Pearl yawned, curved incisors flashing in the lazy afternoon sun. She’d worked for most of the day already, mining and smelting iron. Surely it would be alright to take a quick nap?

“Ay!” A bright voice interrupted her idle musings. It was Lizzie, scrambling up the hill to reach her. “Pearl! Hide me!”

She tilted her head in confusion. “Hide you?”

“Yes, no time!” With a final sprint, Lizzie halted abruptly in front of Pearl and grabbed both her hands. “Please! You’ll be saving a life!”

“Okay, okay!” Pearl squeezed her hands in what she hoped was reassurance. She pulled Lizzie inside her house and shut the door, locking it tight. Lizzie let out a deep sigh of relief, then walked over to Pearl’s bed, collapsing on top.

“Aaaaaah, this is never gonna work!”

“What won’t? Also hey! That’s my bed!” Lizzie continued to moan and groan, balling her hands and clutching the sheets. Pearl gingerly poked her in the back of the head, to which she barely reacted. She sighed and gave her a gentle shake. “Lizzieeeee, you at least gotta tell me why you’re here!”

Lizzie suddenly paused and laid still. After a moment, she rolled onto her side and sat up on the edge of the bed. Unsure of what to do, Pearl sat down next to her. Would a comforting gesture be appreciated right now? It could be hard for her to parse these things sometimes. Suddenly, her pink haired companion slouched forward and cast her eyes down.

“Pearl, I feel properly silly right about now,” she muttered. “Oh if only I could accomplish my goals, my incredibly anonymous goals.” Her eyes flitted over to Pearl, looking almost expectant.

“...So what happened?” 

Lizzie frowned. Was that the wrong thing to say? No, Lizzie had burst into her house. She had a right to ask! Sure, she was cute and all, but Pearl couldn’t let herself be suckered.

Shuffling her feet back and forth, Lizzie finally decided to answer her, albeit very quietly. “...Bees.” 

“Bees?”

“Bees! I was getting their honeycomb and they got mad!”

“Lizzie?”

“Yes?”

“Did you not have a campfire?”

“...Don’t worry about it.”

A slight grin tugged at Pearl’s face. Lizzie always had a way of getting into trouble with the most sincerely held of beliefs. She’d go into something head held high, consequences only briefly mused over. “Well, you’re certainly welcome to stay here until the bees calm down. Maybe not on my bed though.”

“Oh!” Lizzie shot up. “So sorry! But uh…where else would I sit? You don’t exactly have chairs in this house.” 

It was true. The house was a single empty room with chests, a bed, and many many trap doors from when the entire server had invited themselves for a sleepover. Survival games didn’t exactly lend themselves to interesting interior decoration.

So Pearl merely shrugged. “We’ll sit on the floor then. C’mon now,” She patted the other woman on the shoulder and slid down from the bed, adjusting to sit cross legged. “You know, apparently Americans call this criss cross applesauce.”

Reluctantly, Lizzie slid down next to her. “Why? What’s applesauce got to do with it?”

“Dunno. It’s fun, though.”

Suddenly, a mop of pink hair flopped down onto Pearl’s shoulder. She glanced down in surprise, but didn’t pull away. Slowly, her tail began to thump, thump, thump. Warmth tingled under Pearl’s skin

“I’m gonna fail at this rate,” Lizzie bemoaned. “I…should really get going.”

“No, no,” Pearl nuzzled the top of Lizzie’s head, musing her bangs. “I’ll let you rest here for a bit. You’ll feel better if you take a nap first.”

“But we’re on a time limit!” she protested. 

With a hum, Pearl wrapped an arm around the smaller woman’s shoulders. “It’ll only take an hour. I’ll wake you up before the session ends. Promise.”

She felt Lizzie’s body begin to relax and lean into her. “I did swear to protect you, after all.”

“Do you want my heart again in return? Some sort of other trade?”

“Nah, I’ve already got it.” Gently, she leaned down and pressed a faint kiss to Lizzie’s forehead. Pearl felt Lizzie wrap her arms around her waist and snuggle into her chest in return. 

“Ok…you’re right, I am tired,” she murmured. “I guess it’s too much to ask to share the bed?”

“Not unless you wanna wake up smelling like wet dog! Mailbox and I both sleep there, it’s covered in hair for years already. Look, you already got some on your skirt.” She brushed a couple strands away. “I don’t have a lint roller by the way. I just live like this.”

The look Lizzie gave her was one of deadpanned judgment, prompting Pearl to give a toothy grin back. She leaned over to grab the singular pillow off the bed and give it to Lizzie. She and Mailbox had both slobbered over it in their sleep at different points, but the reverse side was clean at least.

Lizzie took the offering and began to settle down on the floor, though she peeled off of Pearl slowly and with great reluctance. She curled herself in on her side, moving around to find the most comfortable place on the floor. She tugged at Pearl’s sleeve. “Well? Take responsibility here! Get down here and cuddle with me.”

The request made Pearl internally squeal with delight, and soon her tail was thumping fast. She practically fell on her side. Giggles erupted from her in short bursts as she embraced Lizzie once again and buried her face in pink hair.

Lizzie seemed pleased, placing her head on Pearl’s chest and ignoring the pillow completely. “I guess I can sleep well knowing I’ve got the best guard dog on the server.”

Pearl snickered at that. “Muehehehe, I should put out a warning sign then! ‘Guard dog bites’ perhaps?”

It would be better than your bark, at least. Let's just be quiet…” She began to nod off, Pearl feeling the rise and fall of her cheek against her skin.

She probably wasn’t going to fall asleep. This was Lizzie’s break, after all, and she needed to be awake to wake her when the time came so she wouldn’t miss the session. With a content hum, she let herself watch the other woman with adoration, warmth blooming in her chest knowing she’d been a good and loyal dog.

[nhasablogg]

Lessons in comforting Eddie Munson

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Eddie, Wayne

Anonymous said: Could you write a story where Uncle Wayne cheers Eddie up for failing senior year?

...and I said a whole story about Wayne comforting Eddie? Sure thing! Thank you to @rosiesramblings for the last two scenarios!

Warnings: Mentioned homophobia, mentioned drug use

Words: 2k

It wasn’t that Wayne didn’t have any experience with kids before Eddie came to live with him. He saw him every year, for birthdays and holidays and the occasional weekend where Eddie’s dad decided he’d had enough of being a parent and dumped his one and only child with his younger brother. Perhaps Wayne had been a little too good at handling Eddie, as he found him literally on his front step one day, backpack in hand and tears spilling so generously as Eddie refused to look at him.

“Did you run away?” Wayne asked, taking the bag from him, mentally trying to figure out where the hell he was supposed to put a 12-year-old that hadn’t spent the night in the past five years.

Eddie shuffled into the trailer, closing the door softly behind him. “He kicked me out.”

Now Wayne wasn’t an animated man. Where his brother lit up like a firecracker at the slightest inconvenience he’d always held back, letting it all settle in his mind before he allowed any emotion to show on his face. He suspected that was one of the reasons he could handle Eddie so well, who got angrier and angrier as the years went by (not that Wayne blamed him, with a father like his). He also suspected that was why Eddie liked him. Liked his calm and his quiet humor and his thinking before speaking. He felt bad that he got to witness one of the few times Wayne really snapped, screaming into the phone and threatening his brother and telling him he was never seeing his son again.

“Good,” he sneered back. “Keep that homo away from me.”

When they hung up Eddie was staring at the floor, angry tears freely flowing in a way that broke Wayne’s heart.

He turned his small extra room, which had been used as storage for the past ten years, into a bedroom complete with a mattress on the floor, and gave his own bedroom to Eddie the very same day.

The first week was the easiest, as they were busy adjusting to each other all while still somehow assuming Eddie’s father would show up, apologetic but not apologizing. It was only once they passed the seven day mark that they both realized that maybe this was it, this was life for the next five or so years.

That was the second time Eddie cried since his arrival, at the very least loudly and visibly enough for Wayne to realize it. He found him curled up on the bed, bag thrown across the room in a way that had littered all its contents over the floor. Wayne had noticed he hadn’t unpacked. Had held onto that last shred of hope.

“Hey.” Wayne had never been good at comforting people, so he perched on the side of the bed awkwardly, hand finding the back of Eddie’s neck. “He’s not worth that.”

Eddie looked up at him, sniffling. “I know.”

They sat in silence, Eddie still silently sobbing and Wayne holding onto his neck, stroking the skin slowly until Eddie fell asleep.

The next day he took him out to the junkyard and let him smash as many cars as he needed.

*

The first time Eddie had an unrequited crush while living with Wayne - Wayne could tell so very easily it was almost ridiculous - he pouted for four days before Wayne finally sat down a bowl of ice cream in front of him without a word, a hand on his shoulder as he sank down on the couch next to him. Eddie looked at him wordlessly before picking up his spoon, digging around the chocolate and vanilla for a moment before finally taking a bite.

Wayne leaned back, wondering how to approach this. It would’ve been easier had he not been 90% certain Eddie had a crush on a boy. While not seeing anything wrong with it himself, he knew it probably wasn’t easy to talk about, especially since they’d never once mentioned it before. He tapped his fingers on his knee. He knew Eddie probably understood that he suspected it, and while they spoke well through silence he reckoned sometimes words were needed, too.

He hummed and Eddie turned toward him, as if he was expecting it. “What?”

Wayne met his gaze. “Is the ice cream good?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes, but didn’t say anything else. Wayne started tapping at his knee again, a nervous habit. Sometimes, when Eddie commented on it, he started tapping on Eddie’s knee instead, relishing in how he giggled and tried to evade him. Wayne would sometimes grab onto his leg and hold it in place, claiming Eddie needed to make some sacrifices if he was forbidding him from tapping on himself. Eddie would fall into hysterical ticklish laughter as Wayne turned his tapping into squeezing and eventually into wiggling.

He knew it probably wouldn’t solve things now and so he didn’t do it, although he missed his laughter. Had gotten used to it the past three years.

He hummed again, and when Eddie looked at him this time he put his hand on his knee only briefly and told him to finish his ice cream before it melted.

*

“I fucking failed again.”

Wayne winced as the door slammed shut, Eddie’s parting words ringing in his ears. He wasn’t disappointed more than he was upset for his nephew, who’d been trying so hard to finally graduate and failing each time. He knew what it meant for Eddie to have to stay here, stuck in this town which shunned him in several ways and had been for the last seven years.

He sighed, giving Eddie a moment before knocking on the door and waiting in vain for a response. “Kid?”

Nothing.

“Eddie, I’m coming in.”

He found him sitting on his bed, smoking something Wayne had never questioned, with his gaze stuck on the ceiling. He wasn’t crying. He rarely was nowadays.

“Are you okay?” He knew it was a stupid question, but Eddie wouldn’t talk unprompted.

Eddie huffed out smoke. “Just peachy.”

“Eddie.”

“I just.” He leaned forward, hands waving in the air as if he was looking for the right words. “I’m so.”

“Angry?”

“Yes.”

“You have every right to be.”

He leaned back again, blinking at him. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad?” Wayne placed a hand on Eddie’s calf, squeezing it lightly. “I can see how hard you try. The school’s not accommodating at all, is all I know.”

Eddie exhaled loudly. “Right?”

“Next year.” Wayne patted his leg. “I really believe next year will be your year.”

“86.” Eddie took a drag, let the smoke come out of his nose. “My year.”

“All yours.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

*

Wayne didn’t gloat much, or at all really. But according to Eddie he was a bad winner, which probably was only amplified since Eddie was a sore loser.

But Wayne didn’t gloat. Truly. Scout’s honor.

Okay, maybe a little.

“When will you learn?” he was saying now, grinning as Eddie threw his cards on the table. “I never lose at card games.”

Eddie pointed at him. “You cheat. I don’t know how, but you cheat.”

“I don’t need to do that to win.”

“Stop smirking.”

“I’m not!” Wayne held up his hands. “You stop pouting.”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are.”

Eddie huffed, pushing his chair back to stand. “I’ll figure out how you cheat one day. Just you wait.”

“Oh, come on, Ed, don’t be upset with me.”

“I’m not, just disappointed.” Eddie shook his head. “I thought better of you, Uncle Wayne.”

Wayne sighed, somewhat dramatically. “Come here, I’ll make it up to you.”

“No.”

“Come here.”

“I know what you’re gonna do.” Eddie started walking when Wayne stood. “Stay away from me.”

“But I have to comfort you since you’re so upset with me.” Wayne picked up his pace. “Eddie, wait.”

The chase wasn’t long-lived, but intense enough that Wayne all but tackled Eddie to the couch by the end of it, fingers worming under his chin to the sound of high pitched giggles. His favorite sound. He’d been hearing it for most of Eddie’s life, but it had become less frequent as he got older. He’d started doing it again only because he realized Eddie wouldn’t kill him afterward.

“Wa-hayne!”

“Ye-hes?”

Eddie kicked his legs, hands gripping Wayne’s wrists but doing little to push him off. “Asshole.”

“Oho, you’re gonna turn me comforting you into a punishment if you keep that up, kid.”

“I’m not a kid- gah, no!”

“You’re barely 20. You’ll be a kid to me until you’re at least 35.”

Eddie didn’t reply, his giggles rounding out into full on belly laughter as Wayne used one hand to poke at his ribs, the other staying put at his neck. This was one way to mellow him out, but Wayne only used this method of comfort occasionally. It had been a trial and error, figuring out what actually worked and what only agitated him in the moment, but Wayne felt he’d compiled a pretty accurate list of ways to comfort his nephew now.

He reached back to squeeze at his knee, relishing in how he squealed.

*

“Goddammit, I can’t get it right.”

Wayne glanced at Eddie, who was sitting on the couch with his guitar on his lap. “The new song?”

“Something’s off.” Eddie shook his head. “It doesn’t sound right.”

“Well, I’m sure it’s a difficult song.” Wayne admitted he knew absolutely nothing about instruments, but had been hearing Eddie play for the past few years. The kid was talented. Patient.

Well, most times.

“Listen to this.” Eddie played something elaborate and semi-identical to the songs he usually played (okay, Wayne really knew nothing of this type of music), turning to him with a frown as if Wayne himself was responsible for whatever was wrong.

“It sounded okay to me.”

Eddie sighed, exasperated. “Of course it did.”

“Hey now.”

His face immediately softened. “Sorry. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t take it out on you.”

“What you need,” Wayne said, ruffling Eddie’s hair which earned him a whine. “is some food. Dinner’s almost ready. Then you can tell me all about what it is that isn’t working out, okay?”

Eddie nodded. “Okay.” A beat, and, “Thanks.”

Wayne was already walking away. “For?”

“For listening. For caring.”

Wayne grunted, unwilling to turn back to let his nephew see his pink face. “Don’t mention it. Wash your hands.”

*

Wayne woke up confused, blinking into the darkness of the living room, which he fell asleep in more often than not since giving Eddie his room. He’d been flung out of sleep, so something must’ve woken him up. He lay still, listening to the rain, the wind, but it was all faint. Not enough to get through to him, being a heavy sleeper as he was.

He rolled to his side, grunting as his back protested. Maybe the mattress on the floor was better after all. Maybe he should get a real bed.

He heard it then; something quiet and heartbreaking. He was standing within seconds, walking toward Eddie’s room.

“Kid?” He pushed the door open, finding Eddie fast asleep, but twitching, mouthing words around his sobs. A nightmare. He’d been having more of those, but since he sometimes worked nights Wayne rarely caught them. Unsure of what to do now, he crossed the room, placing a hand gently on Eddie’s arm. “Eddie.”

“N-no...”

“Eddie, it’s me.” He shook him lightly, evading Eddie’s flying hand just in time as the kid woke in a panic. “Woah, woah, it’s okay. You’re safe.”

Eddie sat up, shaking his head as if trying to shake off the dreams. “Wayne?”

“I’m here.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“I’m sure he’s also here somewhere.”

Eddie let out a laugh, something hysterical, bordering on a sob. “God- oh, don’t say it.”

Wayne let the joke die at the tip of his tongue, both of them laughing weakly in the darkness.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Wayne asked later, once they’d calmed down and Eddie was rolling onto his side.

“No,” Eddie said, although he seemed to be hesitating. “Not now.”

“Okay, well, I’ll be here if you do.”

“Thank you.”

Wayne put his hand on Eddie’s cheek, pushing hair out of his face as he did. “You want me to sleep in here with you?”

“Oh, come on, Uncle Wayne, I’m not 10.”

Wayne huffed out a laugh. “Just checking.”

[sweet-villain]

You Got The Moves~ Joe Keery

Anonymous asked:

Can I request Joe Keery where he gets put on dancing with the stars and the reader is his pro dancer. They get along great and see eachother as fast friends. They're doing so great on the show able to get good scores by doing fun lighthearted dancing. However the time has come for a Rumba dance. The reader has choreographed based on this https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Hx0BhtBtKEE

The reader and Joe are struggling during rehearsal because all of a sudden they realize there is an attraction towards eachother.

@ceriseheaven

Joe didn't know what to think when he was told he was going to be on Dancing With The Stars and you were going to be his partner. He felt his stomach tie in knots when he first laid eyes on you and watched as you practiced in the studio with loud music through the speakers.

He watched the way your hips move and the concentrated look your face. He stood in the corner with his agent with his hands in his pockets not knowing weather to interrupt or what to do.

You took notice of him in the far corner, slight smirk on your face seeing the way he was looking at you. You walked over to the speakers to turn off the music and turn to face him.

Hands on your hips, you spoke, " Hi there!"

Joe snapped out of his thoughts as he walked over to you, the squeak of his sneakers made a loud noise as he walked over and stuck his hand out.

" I'm Joe. Joe Keery" his fluff of hair catches your attention right off the bat as you wondered what it would be like if you ran your fingers through it.

" I know, I'm Y/N. you probably heard of me" you giggled. Joe's smile widen as he nods. How could he not hear of you? You were one of the best pro dancers in the world and he has heard from all the dance partners that you had, that you were a great teacher and you were fun.

" Heard a lot about you" you rose your eyebrow at him.

" I hope nothing but good things, Keery" he nods. His agent pats him on the back, " I will let you two get settled then. This should be great for you Joe"

" Yeah I'll keep him on his toes" you giggled, Joe rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.

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" So how did they know to pair me up with you?" Joe asks as he walks into the studio and drops his bags.

" Well it's based on personality, height and compatibility. The producers felt like your personality matched with mine and were at a great height difference. They also thought this would be a great opportunity for you. Something you never done before"

" This is something I never thought might happen, let alone have you as my dance partner"

" Would you preferred someone else?" you frowned as you turned to face him. " No, it's perfect. You're perfect. I mean-" he was turning red by the end of the sentence causing you to giggle.

" Calm down, Keery. Breathe" he looked away as he rubbed the back of his neck. You made him nervous, in a good way. Since the first time he saw you on his TV screen, he was in awe of you and wanted to learn more about you. Here he was, chosen as your partner. He was going to dance with you.

" How much time do you usually practice?" He asks as he watches as you start to stretch. Not really knowing where to start himself.

" Seven days a week with breaks in between. Why? Are you thinking of quitting on me already?" He chuckles as he shakes his head, " I'm not a quitter."

" Good, get to stretching. You've got lots to learn"

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Both you and Joe became friends and rehearsed every day of the week and he was keeping up with you.

" In matter in no time, you'll be a pro at this" you tell him as you walk through the doors of the studio. You were done for today and tomorrow would be the first dance that the two of you would do on live television.

" Oh stop, I feel like I've stepped on your toes once or twice" he says as he walks besides you.

" Didn't feel a thing. You doing okay?" you turn your head to look at him. His heart speeds up at the way you are looking at him with the bright smile on your face and the way your eyes were twinkling at him.

" I think I'm a bit nervous for tomorrow, it's our first dance" He shrugs. He knows he shouldn't be nervous an all. He is used to all of this but he's more nervous on impressing you, dancing with you for the whole world to see.

" You have nothing to be nervous about, we are going to have fun. Trust me" you bumped shoulders with him as he almost crashes into the wall. You giggle, " Just keep up, Kerry."

Joe's cheeks redden as he walks faster to keep up beating you to the door as you try to open it.

" What a gentleman" you say, " Thank you" you walk through the doors into the busy streets, standing on the sidewalk.

" Did you drive?" He asks looking around to see your car. You turn your shoulder to glance at the car parked a few spots ahead and nod.

" Yes, it's over there" you motion to your car. It wasn't much but you loved it. " Guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

" Bright and early, they like us to be there before the show. Wardrobe and everything else"

He nods as he looks down at his feet.

" Stop, don't be nervous. I'll take the lead if you get cold feet" your hand skims over his arm and he can't help but get the fuzzy feeling inside of him at your touch. His eyes lock with your eyes as he looks up.

" Goodnight" you mumble and wrap your jacket around yourself.

" Goodnight, pretty" he says watching you walk to your car but not before he catches you giving him a small wave, he can't stop smiling as he waves back.

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The first dance was " Cha-Cha-Cha" and Joe was dressed in black slacks, a black button down shirt with a black vest over the shirt and few buttons open in the begging and the sleeves were rolled to the elbows. While you wore a black skirt with the top covered in crystals, little shade of brown with flowers on in the corner near your shoulder and near your wrists. You had brown heels to match the top.

" You look..." you turned around seeing Joe stare at you with wide eyes as his mouth a jar. " Ugly?" you finished for him but he shook his head. " Really beautiful" your cheek redden as you eye his chosen outfit.

He looked really good.

" You look handsome" His cheeks beet red as he thanked you quietly before you were told you were going to be up soon. The Cha Cha Cha had lot of hip movement, leg action and footwork.

Before you were going up with Joe to do the Cha Cha Cha, there was a video of Joe explaining who he was and how he always wanted to do Dancing With The Stars. They showed him a couple of times like an interview he was doing that he couldn't pass up this opportunity.

Then the screen showed you, introducing you. You were announcing that you were returning after a year off and you have been on Dancing with the Stars for a couple of years.

They had filmed you guys meeting for the first time, not the other one where he was with his agent. There was another one where you couldn't believe your eyes that Joe Keery was your partner.

" We are going to work so well together, he's such a goofball" they showed you two practicing together in the studio.

" I'm so excited to have Y/N as my partner, she's so creative, so smart and super pretty."

" He's got a lot of heart in to and to me that's half the battle already"

They showed you practicing and goofing off, " I can just the the terror in your eyes. Relax. We got this" you patted his cheek.

The video packages has ended and it was time for you and Joe to steal the show. The music had picked up as you two moved along together, showing a lot of foot work and movement. When the song came to the end and you finished with Joe, he was panting with excitement and couldn't help but wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek.

You two faced the judges, not hearing the first part of when he talked about Joe coming out and wooing the crowd.

" You come out with the Cha Cha Cha, it was crips. It was clean. There was lovely leg action. This was the dance of the night for me" one of the judges says. You squeal as you turn to face Joe and jump into his arms, he catches you and laughs.

" Get back to the red room, the crowd loves you and welcome back Y/N" you two were waved off as Joe took your hand in his and raced off.

You came up to the interviewer as she wrap her arms around you, " What a way to finish the night. Are either of you breathing?" she asks.

You had a hand on your stomach as you chuckled, " we are breathing"Joe says.

" That was fantastic you guys, lets get your scores." Joe squeezed your hand as you two faced the screen as Carrien began to speak, " Joe you could of brought more hip movement, but I love you guys together" and she shows a 7 up.

Len throws up his thumb up and throws up an 8. Joe and you pump your fist in the air with big smiles. Bruno brings up his number and it's a 7, "Loving you two with killer extensions."

The score was a total 22. You wrapped your arms around Joe in happiness. It was out of 30 which wasn't bad.

" We're doing good, right?" Joe asks leaning down and whispering, " we're doing great. You're great" you tell him. He looks down at you like you have given him the world and he leans down kisses your cheeks.

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Weeks after weeks, Joe and you grown closer together and performing dances and almost getting perfect scores. The two of you have been non stop flirting, the fans loving you guys together as you kept posting backstage moments between the two of you.

" What's our next dance like?" He asks as he comes into the studio and puts down his bag. You turn to face him with your hands becoming sweaty all of sudden. Your eyes growing wide as he had taken off his shirt and wore black sweats. You can see the hairs on his chest and his brown eyes sparkling as he takes notices you checking him out.

" I was too hot in putting on a shirt, I hope that's okay" he says, " I have a shirt in my bag if that's too much" you waved your hand off.

" Whatever you feel comfortable in" truthfully you were screaming on the inside.

You clear your throat, " Our next dance is the Ramba. Do you know what that is?" He shakes his head.

Your cheeks redden as you explain to him and his cheek redden as he looks away. How was he suppose to be so close to you? You'll feel his heart racing at your touch. You usually perform the Ramba easily but this time you weren't too sure about it since you felt like melting.

He step forward as he brushed his hands down his pants feeling a lump in his throat as you stood closely to him. You two started on the other end of the room before the music started and walked towards each other and as you passed him, he stood behind you and pulled your arms, you could feel his nose brushing against your ear. His hot breathe making you pause in your step.

He paused too as his hands trailed down your arms sending chills up and down your spine. You turned around to face him as his brown eyes stare into your own. His cheeks were flushed from behind so close and you can feel his breath fan over your face.

" Joe.." you started to say. His Adam's apple bounced as he swallowed. " I can't do this" you pull away from him as you walked over to the stereo to turn off the music. Joe had followed you there and when you turned around to face him, you gasped as he pinned you in between the stereo and himself.

His hand came up to cup the side of your face and crash his lips against yours. Your eyes widen feeling his lips on yours but your eyes fluttered closed as you threw your arms around him, kissing him back.

His lips danced with yours. One of his hands came up to grab onto your leg and lift it as it wrapped around his torso. He continue to kiss you, tilting his head and deepening the kiss as he licked your bottom lip for permission. His tongue met your tongue in a battle, he won as his tongue covered each inch of your mouth. Your fingers ran through his hair, grabbing onto the brown locks and giving it a tug. He groans in your mouth as he pulls away from you, leaving you breathless.

" Shit" you mumble underneath your breath making him chuckle.

" Shit indeed" he says. " Now we defiantly can do the Rumba" he laughs as he leans back in and pecks you on the lips.

" If this wasn't clear enough, I like you" he says as he pulls away and runs a hand through his hair, with the other hand offering to you.

" I like you too" you took his hand as he pulls you flush against his chest. The heat radiant off his body as he looks down at you.

" Think we can start again?"

" What's the rush? We have all day" you lean up on your toes capturing his lips with yours for another dance.