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pascaloverx · 3 days

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DANDELIONS

Summary: You are the new guest of the Bridgertons. Your mother, an old friend of Lady Violet Bridgerton, has requested that you spend a season at the Bridgerton house in hopes that you will change your perspective on true love and marriage. You are convinced that love is a fictional construct and that a marriage without love will be your downfall; but some time with the Bridgerton siblings might change your mind.

Author's Note: The characters belong to the Bridgerton universe and Julia Quinn. However, the story will have some changes from what happens in the Bridgerton series (2020-). Dear readers, this story may contain strong language and steamy romance scenes. It may even feature a love triangle. Be warned and enjoy the reading.

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ONE

"A great idea," you grumbled the entire way from your house to the Bridgerton house. Your mother had told you it would be an excellent idea for you to venture into society. "An independent mission," she said. Your father is so ill and trapped in his own world that he didn't mind letting his only daughter go to a stranger's house. Your mother has given up on arranging a conventional marriage for you. She doesn't respect the fact that you don't want a marriage like hers. You wonder if it's so wrong to want a marriage filled with tenderness, passion, love, or any feeling other than indifference. You basically grew up knowing you were the product of an obligation. The only child your parents managed to conceive before your father became too ill to have more children. Or rather, before your mother gave up trying to love him. When you were born, at least she had shed the moral burden of having to provide your father with an heir. Obviously, both she and he had hoped you would be a boy. But you think that over the years they have grown accustomed to you. This year, for some reason, your mother wants you to get married. Perhaps it's because your father is on the brink of death. If you find a husband who can manage your father's properties and investments, maybe you will become something useful to your family. Your father only mutters about wanting a male grandchild to carry on his legacy, and your mother wants you married. After Lady Violet Bridgerton successfully married off her daughter Daphne, your mother began to think that perhaps she could help you. So, after exchanging a few letters, you are now on your way to the Bridgerton house to be introduced to society's marriage system.

"I need to step out of this carriage for a moment," you say as you stop murmuring your mother's words. Your companion gives you a look that says, "She's lost her mind," but you know she will eventually let you get out of the carriage.

"Actually, we are already in front of the Bridgerton house entrance. I must remind you that your mother recommended I stay by your side most of the time," Mrs. Lydia says, as if you didn't know that, as your companion, she is supposed to always be nearby.

"I know your job is to protect my honor, but believe me, if I enter the Bridgerton house in my current mood, they will expel me before midnight. I need a moment to think," you say, nervously adjusting the hem of your dress. Your companion gently nods as if she understands. Lydia is the closest thing to true family that you have. So it's no surprise that she understands you.

"Enter the house for a moment and be polite. There's a stable on the Bridgerton property; I'll see what I can do. Ask Lady Bridgerton or the Viscount Bridgerton if you can go for a ride. And try not to get into trouble. I'll pretend to accompany you but give you some time alone," Lydia says, and you hug her tightly. A good horse ride after meeting the Bridgertons is just what you need. Not that you know much about them. You can only imagine. They are several siblings, and you are an only child. It's not hard to imagine there will be some incompatibilities. Minutes later, you step out of the carriage with Lydia, observing several people standing around you two.

"Dear Miss Y/L/N, it's a pleasure to welcome you here. I must confess that when your mother informed me of your arrival, we all looked forward to it," Lady Violet Bridgerton says as she approaches you. She seems so friendly that you feel inclined to hug her.

"I would like to thank you, Lady Bridgerton, and your lovely family for your hospitality. Unfortunately, my mother couldn't come with me, but my companion Lydia is here," you say awkwardly. The truth is, you're feeling that this season at Aubrey Hall with all the Bridgertons might be more challenging than you imagine.

"Let's not waste time exchanging pleasantries and let's go inside so you can see your quarters. I believe it will be the perfect time for you to get to know my children better," she says as she guides you into the house. The place is spectacular. As soon as you enter, you see some people approaching.

"Miss Y/L/N, I must warn you that this family can be a bit lively, but we will try our best to welcome you with courtesy," says a girl who must be a little younger than you. She has a book in her hands and is the first to approach you as you enter.

"Eloise, don't scare off our guest. Welcome to our abode, Miss Y/L/N. My name is Colin Bridgerton, and if you need someone to talk to, I'll be available. But I know that after a journey, the best thing is a good night's rest," Colin says to you, who smiles, finding it amusing how many Bridgertons are showing up.

"I believe I should thank Miss Eloise for the warning and Mr. Bridgerton for his kindness. Although I believe I still have a long way to go until my restful moment," you say, looking at the two who seem pleased with your gratitude.

"Your dress is beautiful, Miss Y/L/N. By the way, unlike my older brothers, I know how to introduce myself. My name is Hyacinth Bridgerton." A girl who seemed not to be at the entrance of the house just moments ago suddenly appears, saying this as she walks quickly toward you.

"You're mistaking knowing how to introduce yourself with flattery, Hyacinth. I'm Gregory Bridgerton, but you can call me Gregory," says a young boy who appears to be almost the same age as Hyacinth, while the girl taps him on the shoulder. You find it cute and funny how they behave. Having siblings seems to be at least entertaining.

"The younger ones are so noisy. I wish you a pleasant stay with us, Miss Y/L/N. You'll need it. If you need some peace, just look for me. My name is Francesca," a young woman says kindly as she moves away from the confusion that this introduction session is becoming.

"Now that Miss Y/L/N has met most of the Bridgertons who reside in this house, how about having some tea in the garden of the property?" Lady Violet speaks gently, touching your arm. You nod in agreement.

"I would just like to go to the quarters where I will be staying for a change of clothing. I hope you understand, Lady Violet." You were already starting to feel pain in your back from the corset that was too tight on you.

"My dear, you can call me Violet, and you may go. I'll ask them to take you to the room where you'll be staying, and your companion will join you shortly to assist. Once you're done, I'll be in the garden waiting for you." Lady Bridgerton speaks, and you follow the servant she assigns to show you where you'll be staying. Knowing that Lydia will be with you shortly, as soon as you enter the room, you lock the door.

"What are you doing here, Miss?" A male voice speaks as soon as you lock the door, and you startle as you turn around to find a man, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, staring at you.

"I'm almost certain that I should be the one saying that, sir. I must warn you that if I were to scream, you'd be in trouble," you say, composing yourself as you observe the man looking at you curiously. Perhaps he knows that you wouldn't scream because it would ruin your reputation, or maybe he is part of the Bridgerton family, considering your mother warned you that there were three older adult brothers.

"Do you really want my family to know that I'm inappropriately dressed near you? Let me guess, you're desperate for a marriage and want to make your life easier by tying me to you?" The man speaks as he straightens up, buttoning the rest of his shirt.

"How dare you accuse me of such a strategy, considering that it is you who is in the quarters assigned to me, improperly dressed, and with an attitude worthy of pity. Honestly, my last thought at the moment would be to force a scandal so that you would have to become my husband," you reply, holding yourself near the door, keeping yourself away from whoever this Mr. Bridgerton is in front of you.

"Forgive me, Miss, but I don't trust a word coming out of your mouth at the moment. However, I assure you that this type of situation is not customary. I was trying to enter through the window of my room or one of my brothers' rooms, but I ended up in here. I had no idea that you would be arriving today. In fact, I'm being rude at this moment. I am Viscount Anthony Bridgerton," he says, approaching you cautiously as if analyzing you. Perhaps he is trying to figure out if you are an opportunist or not.

"Without intending to be rude, but already being so, whether you are a Viscount, Prince, or Duke, I don't care. What matters now is that no one finds out that we are alone here," you say, looking him squarely in the eyes, as if to firmly convey that you absolutely do not want them to be discovered.

"If you can draw the attention of the people in the house to yourself for a couple of minutes, I can leave the way I came in. Do you think that would be possible?" Anthony says with a certain petulance. However, a bold idea occurs to you. You give him a determined look and then step closer to him, bringing you both very near to each other.

"I'll simulate a small fall down the stairs. You'll have the time it takes for me to miraculously recover. Be efficient, Viscount Bridgerton," you say briefly and storm out of the room, aware that spending more time in the Viscount's presence would be a real test of your self-control. The room was starting to feel quite warm.

You descend the stairs, doing your best to appear slightly unsteady. You kick the last step with all your strength before reaching the bottom of the stairs and let out a loud groan of pain, loud enough to be heard from afar. You even manage to tear up a bit, waiting for everyone to come and check on you. Just as you are lightly sprawled on the floor, a man walks through the door. You don't remember being introduced to him before, but he is certainly a Bridgerton. He sees you and immediately rushes towards you.

"Miss, are you alright? Can I help you up?" The man asks with a concerned and caring expression. Knowing that Anthony needs more time, you let out a cry of complaint as if in fake pain when the Bridgerton in front of you tries to help you up. At that moment, you start to be surrounded by several people.

"Oh, I think I twisted my ankle, but there's no need to worry. I just need a moment," you say, uncertain if you can keep up the pretense much longer.

"My dear, don't strain yourself. Benedict will help you to a room where we can call for Dr. Lewis to examine you," Lady Violet Bridgerton says as she lightly touches the arm of who you presume to be Benedict.

"May I?" Benedict asks seconds before you nod your head in agreement. But to be honest, you're not even sure what you're agreeing to. Until Benedict lifts you, asking you to put your arms around his neck. You hold on tight to him, somewhat afraid he might drop you.

"Mr. Bridgerton, you are very kind. I believe you didn't need to lift me. But I am grateful for your help," you say as you are leaned close to Benedict's chest, which you now notice is slightly exposed. What's with the Bridgertons today that everyone is showing more than they should?

"I must admit, before my family enters here, that it was amusing to take part in your charade. It was quite artistic of you. I hope you'll call on me if you want to star in another theatrical piece to get my brother out of trouble. Have a good afternoon, Miss Y/L/N," he says all this as he gently releases you onto a sofa. He doesn't seem angry or anything like that; genuinely, he seems to be enjoying himself. As soon as he leaves the room where he left you, the rest of the Bridgerton family and some servants surround you. Now you'll have to pretend to be in pain for a little while longer while you're intrigued not only by one but by two Bridgerton brothers.

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hellodropbear · 4 hours

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like she used to (II)

alexia putellas x sister.

chapter I

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My fingers are dancing on the piano keys, the soft melody leaving my mouth in a quiet hum when Alba walks into my room that night. My mouth closes as the door opens, but my fingers are unstoppable, continuing to abuse the keys as I continue to play the song.

My hands rest on the last keys I pressed when I am done and I think Alba is crying, unless she suddenly has allergies. It is quiet for a few moments before she speaks.

"If you weren't so good at football I would try and convince you to do this forever."

She sighs, standing up and motioning for me to follow her as she laid on my bed. I move beside her, my head now resting on her shoulder.

"I remember when you first played the piano." She smiles, reminiscing on the fond memory. "You were three, you couldn't reach the pedals but you insisted that Papi taught you something. You made us all squish onto the sofa in his office so we could listen to you play and you gave us a very slow and broken version of La Vaca Lechera. It was terrible but Papi was so proud because you had only been playing for a month and could already play with both hands. He picked you up and claimed that you would be the greatest piano player to ever walk the planet. He would be so proud of his pequena superestrella."

"I wish I knew him." They're the only words I can bring myself to say.

"He was a very good man, I miss him a lot. He would have been so proud of Ale with all her football and so proud of you with it too. And your piano. Mami sometimes says to me that you are a mini him."

I realise she is avoiding herself, a habit she got herself into a few years ago, when I followed in Alexia's footsteps by securing my spot in La Masia. She used to be upset, it was unfair. Why had the football gene just skipped her?

"He would be proud of you as well, Alba."

She shrugs, I think she tries to blinks away tears but doesn't succeed because one lands on my head

"I hope so..." she pauses. "It is harder for me to imagine because I am not outstanding at anything like you and Alexia. I am just Alba which is ok but I just don't know what he would be proud of me for."

"There is no such thing as 'just Alba' because you are the best person I know. You don't need to play football for him to be proud of you. Do you realise you are the person we all go to when we need anything? When I am sad, Alba, when I am happy, Alba, when I want to laugh, Alba, when I want to cry, Alba. You are my answer for everything, hermana. That is better than any song on the piano or the biggest trophy there is to be won."

"You are so cute, I love you." She giggles quietly and wraps her arms around me. "Aitana called me earlier and I wanted to come over and make sure you are ok."

"What did she say?"

"Not much, she just asked if everything was ok between you and me and Ale. I didn't tell her the truth, if you were wondering."

"What did you say?"

"I just said that Alexia is struggling with her injuries and that you both are very busy. I don't think she really believed me. Either that or she knows there is something else going on."

I groaned. "She kept giving me looks as we were driving home and it was annoying."

"It's sweet, she's looking out for you." Alba smiles and ruffles my hair. "You are only a little baby to them. 15 is young, pequena!"

"Yeah, well it'd be nice if my own sister did that, wouldn't it." I snap back at her and she recoils slightly.

"You won't let me do anything about it, Elena, so don't get feisty with me! Alexia is complicated and I can't even get anything out of her." She rolls her eyes. Alba is sick of all of the tension. She has been for a while.

"I don't know what to say to her anymore. Does she even know that I was called up?"

"Mami said that she wasn't going to tell her because she wanted her to hear it from you."

"She had no problem telling me when Alexia got a new girlfriend." I'm petty about it, but sometimes I think I deserve to be.

"I cannot believe you still have not met Olga." Alba sighs, flopping back down onto my mattress. "She is very nice, I think you would like her."

"I am good at getting out of things." I shrug my shoulders and Alba rolls her eyes again. "I don't want to meet her."

"You liked Jenni so much, maybe this could be the same?"

"I still talk to Jenni, on the phone. Maybe we should start an anti- Alexia Putellas club."

Alba groans and sits up, causing me to grunt in annoyance as my head is knocked onto the mattress.

"You know I don't like all of this venom between you two, so please just leave me out of it. I've had enough of you not telling me what the problem is, I am so, so sick of it. You used to be so close that I was jealous of your relationship and now all you do is complain about each other to me." She flops back onto my mattress in frustration.

"You don't understand, Alb, you don't understand what it is like for someone you idolise to practically forget your existence. She used to come to all my games and now she doesn't even know I was called up." She rolls her eyes as I move back to the piano stall, ignoring the way my voice cracked and my eyes sting with tears.

"Mierda, Elena! How many times do I have to tell you? She has been so busy. I'm sure she has tried to get to them." Even Alba can't explain Alexia's absence.

"Si, si, you have said that before but you can't understand because she never forgot about you. You didn't used to have an older sister who used to drive you to all of your trainings and games before she decided she was too busy for you and shoved you on the Barcelona busses at the age of 11!" My fingers begin to ghost the keys. Like I said to Aitana, the piano is a good outlet for my emotions. I am glad Mami let me put Papi's old piano into my room. I don't think she is glad when I wake her up in the dark hours of the morning playing loud songs.

"I have an older sister and a younger sister who used to be close and then fell out. I have a father who is dead and a busy mother. We were indestructible, Elena, but look at us now."

My left hand finds a chord and presses down on the four keys, calming my brain down.

"I am sorry that you are hurt by what has happened between Alexia and I, but I am so upset and I don't know what to do."

Alba's eyes softened but I looked down at the keys in front of me, sighing softly as she sat next to me.

"I'm sorry I can't help you more. I don't truly know what happened, but I just want things to go back to the way they were."

"I want that too." A tear found it's way from the back of my eyes but I wiped it away before it had a chance to fall down my cheek.

My fingers picked up another tune, familiarity gracing through my fingertips, the sounds floating around the room. Alba's head rests on my shoulder again and we both tell ourselves it will be ok. Alba likes when I play the piano because if she closes her eyes she can pretend it is our father.

"He was never as good as you are, hermanita."

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The rest of the training week went well. Better than well, but I was mainly just relieved that I wasn't a big disappointment.

The negative of my good performance is that I will be put on the team list. Jonatan pulled me aside after training today and told me I am on it and I thanked him with a smile, hiding my emotions.

I knew my sister was going to find out sooner or later. I'm honestly surprised it has taken her this long, it is not like she has been completely absent from the training grounds. Aitana seems to be the only one who has noticed that me and Alexia have not spoken, but she still has not got anything out of me.

I tell Mami to lock the doors and windows when the team list comes out because I don't want to face Alexia when she inevitably comes over and asks about it. She tells me to stop being ridiculous.

I manage to lock myself in my room when I hear her car coming up the driveway. As soon as she is in the house I climb out the window and walk to the bus stop. I don't want to deal with her tonight. I don't want to deal with her ever, to be honest.

The bus driver smiles at me as I tap on, heading to the back of the bus, no destination in mind. I am happy to just sit there as it drives through my home. My phone is unsurprisingly buzzing of the hook, full of congratulatory messages from friends and family and strangers and fans.

Aitana: *attachment: 1 file* very very proud of you! congrats little lena.

She had screenshotted the team list and put a big heart around my name and I think that might be what started to tears.

But before I knew i could see tears tracking down my face in my reflection as I stared out the window, my mind just wishing that things were normal. Wishing that I was at home celebrating with my family, excited to finally be on the same team as my older sister. I wish I wasn't crying on a bus trying to escape confrontation with my sister who I know will be disappointed that I am on her team.

But this is how it is.

I find myself getting off the bus outside the park near the training grounds, still not sure where I am going. I was considering heading in, practicing my shooting or going to the gym, although I expect they will be closed.

What I don't expect is to hear someone calling out to me.

"Pequena Putellas!" The voice is familiar and I recognise it almost immediately. "What is my little replacement doing out so late in the middle of Barcelona?"

Mapi reached me quickly despite the crutches that she doesn't seem to be relying on too heavily.

"Congratulations, replacement! First team sheet-" she stops when she sees my face. "oh."

"Hola Mapi." I put on a smile but it is a weak effort. "I'm just heading home."

"Si, this is about you and Ale, no?" I look at her curiously and she rolls her eyes. "You don't think I wouldn't have noticed? She is my best friend!"

"And that is why I can't talk to you! I have to go home because they will be looking for me." She rolls her eyes again.

"You are coming over to my house and we are talking about this like grown-ups because you are now a professional athlete. You are not a grown up but you have grown up since I saw you last pequena!" She smiles lightly and uses one arm to pull me into a hug. It is awkward with her crutches. "I have missed you so much." Her words are mumbled quietly into my hair, her arms warming me with comfort and nostalgia.

Apparently, the new apartment Mapi has moved into with Ingrid is right across the road from the park so we walk back, Mapi getting increasingly frustrated as I become more and more reluctant.

"Maria, please just let me go home?"

She was adamant that she wanted to talk. I just think she wants to know what happened between me and Alexia but I can't tell her. She wouldn't understand. Nobody would understand because everyone would just think I'm being childish and petty. Maybe that's just what I am.

We stand in silence as the elevator takes us up the levels to the apartment.

"Ingrid is not home, she is out with Frido tonight so you do not have to talk to her."

I let out a quiet exhale in relief. Ingrid is nice enough from what I know of her in training but I don't want to have this unwanted conversation in front of anyone else.

Mapi and I used to be close. She was never my favourite but that is mainly because I saw her so often that the novelty of her had worn off quickly and I found myself gravitating away from her at trainings because, like Alexia, she was just always around.

But Mapi loved me like I was her little sister because she never had any of her own. She did a lot for me as a child and tried to pretend that she wasn't offended by my blatant favouritism of other players.

She sat down on the sofa in her living room as soon as she opened the door and I grabbed her crutches that she had thrown on the floor and stood them up against the wall.

"Thankyou, now sit here." She patted the seat beside her and I sat down, my arms crossed. "Do you want to tell me why you were crying alone in the middle of Barcelona, 45 minutes away from home?"

I shook my head.

"Will Mami be mad?" I hate the wobble in my voice.

"No, I texted her and told her you were with me and she said it is ok. She is not mad at you, pequena."

"I don't like being called that anymore." I slumped down in my seat.

"What do you want to be called?" I am surprised that she didn't ask why. I suppose it might be obvious.

"I usually just get called my name." I pause. "Elena."

She smiles lightly, though I can see the water in her eyes.

"I know your name. I know you very well, Lena, I have for a long time but I also know your sister very well and I know that there have been problems for a while now and I know that she is trying her very best to not make it obvious that it is ripping her up and you are doing a very bad job of hiding your sadness. Why did you not tell her you had been called up into the first team?"

I roll my eyes but choose not to respond.

"No, don't roll your eyes at me, peque- Elena. I understand something must have happened but it is big news that you neglected to tell her!"

"What is bigger news? Breaking up with your girlfriend or being called up as a replacement in a football team?"

She hesitated and I continued.

"Getting a new girlfriend or being called up as a replacement? Buying a dog or being called up as a replacement? Being told you are about to win the Ballon d'Or or being called up as a replacement? She told me nothing for so long so don't you dare try and tell me that I should tell her about my life when she does not care to tell me about hers!"

Mapi recoiled and I immediately felt guilty.

"Sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. What else has she done to make you upset?"

"No, Mapi, we're not doing this because you don't need to know about what my sister has done to me. I don't need a psychologist, I just need to grow out of being the pathetic and weak baby Putellas. The younger sister of La Reina who has not had to work hard because her pathway has already been paved and everything has been handed to her on a silver platter." My voice is bored, like I am in front of a class, presenting a boring speech that I have practiced in my bedroom for weeks.

"Why do you say that? Where is this all coming from?" Her voice raises slightly and her arms wave about as she speaks.

"Because it is true, Maria, why else would things be the way they are? I don't deserve this, it's only been given to me because of my surname." My voice is clearly becoming more urgent and I try to calm myself down. It doesn't work.

"Where are you getting this from? You need to stop making this stuff up in your head and telling it to yourself because it could not be further from the tr-" Mapi's voice was raised, only slightly, but I could hear the wobble in her voice.

"I am not telling myself this stuff, Alexia did! And Alexia is right, she always has been and she always will be. She is a football geek she knows everything."

Mapi pauses, her mouth opening like a goldfish and her eyes staring straight into mine for any hint of exaggeration or lies. She found none. I have never been a liar.

"She... she said that? To you?" Mapi was surprised. How could her best friend have said something like that to the little girl that meant the world to her? "Alexia said that to you?"

I regret my small outburst immediately; I didn't want to tell Mapi. My fingers begin to get restless, my heart racing, my gum held firmly between my teeth. It is in these moments that I would move to the piano and prepare myself to play a song. My fingers ghost imaginary keys by my side as I take a deep breath, preparing myself to beg and plead; to do whatever I need for Mapi to forget everything I just said.

"No, you cannot say anything, Maria, this is all a lie, I am dramatic, I am making it all up. Please, just forget I said anything. Please." Tears began to slip out of my eyelids and the expression on my face can only be described as desperation.

"calma, calma. vale. I will forget everything and I will not tell anybody, as long as you don't want me to. But pequenita, it is not true, not true at all and you don't deserve for anybody at all to speak to you like that. You are talented, so talented that I am jealous of you, not your natural talents but your work ethic, Elena, your work ethic is admirable. You are so strong and you have worked for every single opportunity you have been offered and do not ever-" I look away from her.

"Look at me, Elena, look." I look towards her again and notice the water in her eyes.

"Do not ever let anybody tell you otherwise and if you do you call me up immediately and they will get a piece of my mind, si?"

I slump into Mapi's familiar arms and let out a small cry and she just squeezes me harder. I haven't ever told anyone that much of the conversation I had with Alexia - not even Alba - and to hear her best friend attempt to squash any of the worries I had about myself was refreshing. My fingers begin to ghost imaginary piano keys, preparing to begin playing a piece.

"Was this before or after you transferred to La Masia? That is around when she stopped going to your games, no?" Her voice was soft and I felt the need to answer.

"It was during the party that Mami held, when my spot at the academy was accepted. That was the reason why I started crying when I was talking to you. You probably don't even remember that, it was so long ago." I let out a dry chuckle and she rubbed her hand down my back.

"I remember. I remember thinking you were not telling me the truth but I had no idea what was wrong. You have been suffering in silence ever since?"

I don't want to nod my head because it feels dramatic to say that.

"I told Alba only a little bit of it but nobody else knows. Please, please, please don't tell anybody. Not Mami, not Alexia, not anyone. Please." I looked up at her and she stared at me wordlessly for a few moments before exhaling softly.

"Elena..." She pauses again. "As much as I want to go and give your stupid sister a piece of my mind I will not but on the condition that you talk to Alba or your Mami or me or anyone about it, si? Even Alexia. Maybe she has forgotten. But she misses you, that much I can tell."

I nod, wordlessly making a promise that I know I can not keep. She seems to be satisfied though and changes the topic.

"vale, buena. It is too late to drive you home so you will stay here tonight and Ingrid and I will drive you to Johan tomorrow, si?"

I nod, I do not have a choice.

"Is there a piano in this apartment?"

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Mapi saying she had a piano is an overstatement, it is a keyboard with Norwegian inscriptions that was shoved into the corner of the unused study. Apparently Ingrid does not play the piano but has always wanted to learn.

But, I take the equipment for what it is and sit on the stall, flicking through the different sounds for a while before I find something I like. The office chair behind me squeaks as Mapi sits down but I ignore her presence as I place my fingers on the keyboard.

She would have noticed the release of tension in my shoulders when I sat down. She would have noticed the sigh of relief that I released as my fingers placed themselves on the keyboard.

The song starts out slow. Ludovico Einaudi is one of my favourite composers. His notes sing out from the keyboard speakers and soon they become faster and more intense. Nuvole Bianche is a pretty song, in my opinion, and I like to make up stories as I play it whenever I do. Sometimes I relate to the stories and other times I do not.

But the song builds and builds until a brief pause in the middle in which I hear Mapi sniffling and there is shuffling downstairs. Ingrid must have arrived home. The song picks back up quickly and before I know it the last few chords are ringing out through the room and Mapi has come to stand behind me and is rubbing her hand down my back.

"The last song you played me was un elefante se balanceaba and now you are playing this. You made us sing along and you went all the way to 50, we were in there for a long time. But now you have grown up. You are still so young but you have grown up now I am so proud of you."

I can hear the tears in her eyes so I stand up and pull her into a hug. I feel guilty, she is Alexia's best friend and I accidentally slipped what Alexia said which could potentially drive them apart. But I can't help but feel relieved, I feel comfort which is something I have been looking for for such a long time. Mapi used to be like a sister to me. I don't think I even realised how much I have missed her.

"That song was so hard!"

She chuckles into the hug and I do too.

Maybe I deserve to feel like this every once in a while.

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hope you enjoyed x

more coming in the next few days

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the-oblivious-writer · 3 days

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Let the Light in |One-shot [1]|

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader | Dewey Riley and Fem!Reader

One-shot: A Classic Whodunit

Summary: Moving to Woodsborro was certainly not your willing decision. Change has always been hard for you, so what better way to cope than to make everyone else's life almost as miserable as yours?

Warning(s): Swearing, & mentioned family issues (?)

Notes: Finally got around to re-writing this and I definitely prefer this version. There's more Tara x Reader stuff and a little more details regarding R's past. Still based off this scene from Gilmore Girls and takes place when R just moved to town. This'll still be the last thing I'm able to post for one my stories for a bit, but I'm glad it's still something

Masterlist

The fall breeze hits you as you walk out of the school building. You continued reading from your book as you walked with your head hung low paying no mind to your surroundings, too engrossed with the words you read. That was until you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the corner of your eye, your brief suspicions immediately being confirmed when the person spoke.

Dewey—who was previously leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed—began to follow you, uncrossing his arms. “Hey,” he nodded at you and you didn’t reciprocate, only turning your head to look at him briefly before turning your attention ahead of you while putting your book in your back pocket. “How was school?” Dewey immediately followed with.

“Great,” you couldn’t help the blatant disinterest in your tone.

“Learn anything good?” You could already tell he was amping up to something. There was a certain eagerness in his voice. An eagerness to segway into what he truly wanted to talk about.

“Oh yeah, tons of things. I got gold stars plastered all of my forehead,” you remarked with as much sarcasm you could muster at the moment.

“I got an interesting call today. Wanna know who it was from?” He asked and you couldn’t care less.

“Not really,” you answered honestly, your tone still showing anything but amusement.

“So Mr. Collier—you know he owns the local market?”

“If you say so.”

“Said you came in today.”

“He did?” You rhetorically asked; you looked both ways before you and Dewey now walked alongside a road.

“And he said you took some money out of a little donation cup to help repair the roads. I told him he was crazy, you wouldn’t do that, you weren’t a thief, that he was just trying to start trouble and then I hung up on him.” Most of what Dewey was saying was going in one ear and out the other. You’ve grown good at tuning people out, intentional or not. Still Dewey continued. “Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy hanging up on Mr. Collier. The guy’s nothing but a jerk—and he is crazy. But I was just wondering, if maybe, any of the other things were true.”

“What do you think?” You questioned with annoyance at the edge of your voice. You were starting to grow more and more impatient as he continued to yammer on.

“I think if you tell me that what he’s saying is not true then I’m going to believe it’s not true,” he elaborated.

“Okay. It’s not true.”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing—”

The two of you were now on a dirt path as you stopped in your tracks and finally turned to face Dewey. While one hand moved as you spoke, the other one was clenched into a fist to your side. “—Look, what exactly do you want from me? First I get forced to move here, now I’m stuck with you most of the time. I’m put in this place—now in a school that has us doing the pledge of allegiance in six-different-languages! I’m supposed to be this happy-go-lucky person after being taken away from my home, my friends—and now you want what from me?!”

You didn’t need this. You were fine living in a crappy apartment. You were fine knowing the city you lived in like the back of your hand. You were fine having your best friend within walking distance.

It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. Your father had no right to ship you off just because he couldn’t take his precious image being ruined. He was on the verge of sending you to military school before your mom stepped in. Their marriage had been falling apart for some time but this was definitely the nail in the coffin.

“I’m just trying to help you,” Dewey sighed as his own patience was beginning to grow thin. Dewey knew about your complicated relationship with your father. He knew what led to you ending up in Woodsborro. He knew things about you before you even knew them. He just wanted to protect you, shield you from harm. Even if he knows where that has gotten him in the past.

“Well stop trying. Stop talking to me, stop following me, and stop asking me questions! Just stop!” You waved your hands in aggravation as you spoke, your temper and annoyance taking over you with each second. You were pissed and upset with every aspect of your life. Unfortunately, Dewey found himself being on the receiving end of your frustration.

“That’s what you want?”

“Yes!”

“That’s what you really want?” He wasn’t yelling but his voice grew louder with his second question to match your own tone.

“Yes,” you spoke with more conviction.

“Fine. You got it, kid!” Dewey said as he threw his hands up.

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!”

You both continued walking, both of you walking tensely as you stepped onto the bridge that went over the lake that was not far from where you two were previously standing. You each refused to look at the other as you walked along the bridge. When you were halfway on the bridge, you suddenly felt yourself being shoved. In a blink of an eye, you go from standing on the bridge to standing in the lake soaking wet. You pushed your hair back to look at Dewey who was still walking with his back facing you. He didn’t pay the person he just shoved into a lake any mind.

Great.

By the time you successfully lifted yourself up and got back on to the bridge, Dewey was gone. Nobody liked soggy socks but maybe you deserved it. Maybe. Even if you were far too stubborn to admit it.

—

The next day people were crowded around Mr. Collier’s store. He was ranting about something with his hands going up and down as he spoke angrily. When Tara walked closer she finally saw what all the ruckus was about.

Apparently someone had drawn the outline of a body right outside of his store and put up caution tape. It was obviously just a prank. If there was actually a murder, the police wouldn’t let it hit daylight. Let alone bring attention to it by drawing an outline of the body with white chalk. They weren’t living in the interwar period. But Mr. Collier refused to see this as he argued with Sheriff Hicks, eyes flickering back and forth from the sheriff and the outline as he yelled.

“What am I supposed to do?! I have a dead body right in front of my store!”

“No. You have a chalk outline of a dead body in front of your store,” she said as a matter of fact. “One of my guys is doing a headcount to see if anyone is missing. Until then just sit tight? This is probably just some prank done by one of the highschoolers.” She sighed before walking away from the dramatic man.

Tara couldn’t help but laugh as she looked over at the outline again. Nothing good ever happened in Woodsborro. Other than the fact that a few murders from the 90’s are practically a part of their school curricula, it was a boring ass town. So one should never take entertainment like this for granted.

Sheriff Hicks came back just a few minutes later and informed everyone—mainly Mr. Collier—that everyone had been accounted for and it really was just a prank.

“But it looks so real! Where’d they get the police tape?” The man was still in disbelief if his tone was anything to go by.

“Kids have their ways,” Hicks shrugged, resting a hand on her hips. She had gone through ghostface before and even her ptsd wasn't flaring up from what was in front of her. The man needed to relax.

“Who would be depraved enough to pull a stupid prank like this?!”

As if on cue, Tara’s eyes found you leaning against a light pole across the street as you wore a devilish smirk. It shifted into a small smile when you met her eyes. You looked away for a moment then back at her before you walked away.

Of course it was you. This had your name plastered all over it. You might as well have been posing at the scene of the crime. She should have known better. You have been wreaking havoc from the moment you stepped into town. Nothing good ever came from that stupid smirk she’s become all too familiar with. Everything about you annoyed her to no end. There was just something she couldn't put her finger on. It was driving her insane. You were going to drive her insane.

—

The next day, Tara returned to the market so she could fulfill her duties as the snacks retriever for tonight’s movie marathon with the others. After seeing that everything—your mess—was cleaned up and Mr. Collier was less frantic, she made her way inside the market. While inside, she bumped into Wes. They talked for a few minutes as she continued shopping. Wes was nice, but romance wise? Tara didn’t know how to feel. Wes is kind, good looking, a gentleman—what was stopping Tara from going out with him?

“I’m going to ring these up but I’ll meet you outside?” Tara said to Wes and he nodded with a smile. Tara returned it before checking out the things she bought and waited outside the store for Wes with her plastic bags full of snacks in hand. She suddenly felt a light tap on back before she turned around and saw you.

“Should you be standing around here all alone? I heard this is a pretty dangerous corner,” you teased while emphasizing the word ‘pretty’ by motioning with your hands. Tara looked at you then immediately looked away as she crossed her arms.

“I’m fine,” she said—trying in a nonchalant tone.

“Feeling succinct today?” You looked her up and down, noticing her tense demeanor.

“Pretty much.” She refused to give you anymore than that. She was not going to buckle. She was not going to fall for your witty remarks or snide comments.

“Hm,” you said while lightly nodding. “Did I do something to offend you?”

“Me? No.” Now she was finally looking at you, meeting your eyes.

“Good.”

“You might wanna ask that same question to Dewey though.”

“Meaning?” You raised your eyebrows as if you didn’t have a single clue.

From your facial expressions to your tone—how were you so unbothered? How could you be so clueless? So dense? Fuck it. Maybe she was going to buckle and fall but you were just too irritating to resist the temptation. “You’ve got this whole town coming down on him,” Tara’s voice became more defensive.

“Reeeally? How’d I do that?” You feigned a look of surprise and concern, matching your conceited tone

She was going to punch you.

“You know how you did that,” she replied because you couldn’t be that dull. You just couldn’t.

“I’m quite familiar with the bluebook laws in this town so you’re talking about a lot of things. Dropping a gum wrapper, strolling arm and arm with a member of the opposite sex on a Sunday,” you satirized with that vexing voice of yours.

Maybe you were that dull. Tara pointed down with both her arms at the chalk you both stood on. They were able to clean up the police tape no problem, but the chalk was going to take more elbow grease.

You looked to where she was pointing before saying, “Ah.” You moved your feet off of the outline before continuing, “What about it?”

“You did it,” Tara said. “Everyone knows you did it. They had a meeting about it.”

“You actually go to those bizzaro town meetings?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. You shook your head, “God those things are so To Kill A Mockingbird.”

“My friend’s mom is a sheriff, so she’s the one who went. And Dewey went. When he got there everyone ganged up on him. They all want you gone,” Tara told you with no remorse.

“Wow. Bummer.”

“And he’s standing there, yelling at everyone, and defending you—now he’s a pariah for the shit you’ve caused in just a month of being here.” You looked down to the side, processing what you were just told. You wore a look Tara wasn’t able to read. “Of course you don’t care about any of this,” she rolled eyes.

“I didn’t say that,” you said.

“Go away. I don’t want to talk to you anymore,” she waved you away with her hands, shooing you, before looking away.

“Fine…” You started to walk away but Tara’s frustration got the best of her and you stopped and turned back around when you heard her speak again.

“You’re an asshole!”

“Got a second wind, huh?” You tried to hide the displeasure you suddenly felt.

“You’re making his life hard. And for what? For your own amusement? You’re sadistic.” You could tell she had been holding that in. You also wouldn’t comment on how you found the pout she was wearing a little cute. “Second wind over.”

“I didn’t realize they were coming down so hard on him…”

“Funny, I never pegged you as clueless,” Tara remarked, annoyance still evident in her voice.

“I get it…” She gave you a look. “No no no, I do, I get it,” you lightly nodded at her. Contrary to your previous tone, your voice now held interest and understanding—and so did the look you gave her. Your eyes flickered between her and the chalk outline before asking the question that’s been in the back of your mind, “Did you at least think it was funny?”

Tara tried to fight the smile on her face as she rolled her eyes, but this time rolling them in a more playful manner. “That is so not the point!” She hoped you didn’t hear the laugh that threatened to come out.

“Yeah… you thought it was funny,” you said proudly.

“Shut up.” She could no longer meet your eyes, now looking back at the ground.

Before either of you could say anything else, the door to the market opened and Wes walked out with a few bags of his own. “I got the—oh hey,” Wes cut himself off to greet you.

He didn’t know you personally, just that you already had a few run-ins with his mom in just a month of being here. Did that make him weary of you? Sure. But you weren’t the first kid at his school to have run-ins with his mom. Your reasons were just more… creative.

“This is Wes,” Tara introduced the two of you. Looking between you both as you two made eye contact.

“Boyfriend?” You asked without looking away from Wes.

“No! I mean,” she cleared her throat. “No. Not boyfriend. We’re just friends.”

“Right,” was all you said as a reply while you continued to stare him down. “How you doin’?”

“Good. Yeah I’m good,” Wes responded with a tightlipped smile.

“Okay see you around,” Tara quickly cut in before this awkward interaction could go any further.

You finally turned your attention back on Tara, looking at her. “Seems to turn out that way. Doesn’t it?” Your tone was underlined with something Tara couldn’t place. Before she could respond, you turned around and walked away to who knows where.

You were truly something.

—

You let Tara’s words sink in as you made a detour to Dewey’s trailer. Deep down you knew Dewey didn’t deserve the way you were coming down on him. Especially when you could probably say he’s done more shit for you than your father has.

Moving to Woodsborro was definitely not at all ideal. You hated change and everything that came with it. All it did was bring more anxiety into your life. So when your mother informed you you would be leaving Brooklyn to move to some town in California, you didn’t handle the news well. You still weren’t handling it well. There were a few reasons as to why you moved, your father being the root of each one. But although you understood part of it, what you didn’t understand is why you had to move so far away. Maybe that’s part of why you’re so hard on Dewey. If your mom was moving and starting fresh, it makes sense she would want to start it surrounded by close friends. But did she have to pick one that lived so far away?

You didn’t know a bunch about her dynamic with Dewey other than the fact that they met in 1998 during the ghostface attacks. They eventually got close and became friends. They must have been great friends considering she made him your Godfather.

You also knew Dewey was a former Sheriff. A former Sheriff that’s aware of your trip of a track record. He always made sure to keep an eye on you and it was extremely annoying. A nunsense really. It’s like you couldn’t breathe for five seconds without him hovering over you.

Your mom was a nurse, you didn’t get to see much of her. She always took as many shifts as she could, more shifts meant more money. More money is definitely something your family could use. Since your mom was always working, you often found yourself stuck with Dewey. You quickly grew sick and tired of him. But now here you were, making your way to Dewey’s trailer as you went over everything in your head. You knew you were the asshole in all this. Dewey was just trying to help you. He didn’t need you making it harder for him than it already was.

You knew what you had to do, even if it meant forcing out the words. Apologizing was not one of your specialties. You went over the exact words you wanted to say, sighing, before knocking on the door to Dewey’s trailer.

Dewey answered the door, already knowing who it was. “Hey, kid,” he greeted just a second after he opened the door for you.

“Hey. Mind if I…?” You pointed to the inside of his trailer with raised eyebrows and he nodded before letting you inside. “So uh…” You shoved your hands in your pockets as you looked around as if you have never been in his trailer before. As if you hadn’t already spent most of your nights sleeping on the beat up mattress that was now leaned up against the wall. Dewey looked at you with his arms crossed and expression warm. You felt like he always wore a warm expression no matter what. “Hey,” you finally said once you realized you lost your train of thought.

He chuckled a bit before saying, “You already said that.”

“Right, well I wanted to…. Apologize,” you said while looking at the ground, playing with the fabric of your pockets.

“Okay. I’m listening,” Dewey replied as he took a seat on his futon.

“Oh, that was actually the apology.”

He hummed before inquiring, “For…?” You didn’t need to look at him to know he was enjoying this.

You exhale, tilting your head back as you look at the ceiling. You finally looked back at him before saying, “I’m sorry for making things harder than it needs to be.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate that,” he looked at you with a soft expression. You didn’t get a lot of those.

“No problem,” you give a brief smile before you begin to turn around. But before you’re able to leave Dewey’s trailer, you hear his voice again.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner? I know your mom’s working tonight and Stephen’s off at a friend’s house. What do you say?” His offer caught you off guard. You certainly weren’t expecting that after all that you’ve put him through. But you also didn’t feel prone to declining it like you usually would be.

“Uh, yeah. That sounds nice, actually,” there was still a bit of reluctance in your voice but it still held honesty. You were feeling something indescribable. You don't think you have ever felt it before, or maybe you just never felt it often. Dewey cared about you. He wanted to be there for you. It was a strange feeling, but not a dreadful one.

You spent the remainder of your night in Dewey’s trailer; you talked and joked with one another as you ate leftover pizza with the television playing in the background. You always ate dinner alone. No one was ever around to eat with you and it didn’t take long for you to get used to it. It was different eating dinner with Dewey. To have someone to share a meal with. It was just a matter of whether it was a good or bad difference.

Maybe for once you shouldn’t dread on your spiraling thoughts and enjoy the moment.

The next morning, you woke up to Dewey cursing at his toaster. You lazily pushed yourself up by your elbows, leaning forward and rubbing your eyes with one of your hands. “Damn toaster!” You heard Dewey curse before you heard something clattering. You pushed your blanket off of you before rolling off of the mattress and onto the floor then got up to see what was going on.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” He asked once he saw you before continuing to whack his toaster.

“No. You’re good,” you yawned. “But—uh, why are you assaulting your toaster?” You looked between him and the toaster with raised eyebrows.

“I’ve had this hunk of junk for ten years and suddenly it just stops working,” he answered with a huff as he continued to hit the toaster's side.

“I don’t know if ten years is suddenly.”

He waved his hands up in the air, purposely dropping the screwdriver he had on to the counter in the process. He let out a defeated sigh as he said, “Forget it,” pushing the toaster away from him. “I have to grab a few things. Are you going to be fine here or do you want me to drop you off?”

You looked at the toaster as you thought to yourself. “I”ll be fine,” you said and he patted your shoulder as he made his way towards his keys.

“Breakfast is on the table—I shouldn’t be out long!” He called out before leaving through the trailer door. As soon as he left, you went for his tool box. You remembered seeing it the first time you came over. After grabbing the tool box, you grabbed the toaster and got to work. It actually wasn’t that bad. There was just some tightening and cleaning that had to be done. By the time you finished, you had a little over ten minutes to spare before Dewey was home. It wasn’t until later that night he noticed something was different about his toaster.

“My toaster works,” he said with shock. This toaster was complete garbage just a few hours ago. What happened? He looked over to see you with your nose in your book, not paying him any mind. Then it dawned on him and he couldn't help the smile that grazed his face as he looked at you. “Thanks, kid.”

“Didn’t do anything,” you simply replied before getting up from your mattress and grabbing your light jacket. “I’m going for a walk,” you reached for the handle before pausing. “I'll be back in a few,” you then added before leaving.

Dewey was still admiring his toaster when you returned.

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A/N: tara and r are both sarcastic little shits in different fonts

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footballfanficwriter · 14 hours

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Hiii, I love your writing, can I request a Jude x reader where they do celebrity gogglebox and they watch Jude’s champions league final at Wembley where he proposed to her & she told him she’s pregnant, and they watch everyone’s reaction at Wembley when it’s happening ( his teammates, family & fans)

A/n: I was so excited to write this I just had to get started immediately,cause I hadn't gotten a request in such a long time,thank you so much for this and I hope you enjoy please comment and like at the end I'd really love some feed back as to how my writing is and where I need to improve

Looking Back

Hi I'm Jude Bellingham"

"And I'm Y/n Bellingham and welcome to our Google box interview"

"It's not an interview"

"Then what is it?"

(Color bars)

"Hi I'm Jude(Laughs)

"Why are you laughing?"

"Stop"

(Color Bars)

"Ok we gotta be serious this time"

"Hi I'm Jude Bellingham"

"And I'm Y/n Bellingham"

"And today we're doing a Google box, about our story and how we got to this moment in our lives together and my first of the season"

"Bit of a mouth full innit"

"Whatever, just press play"

He pulls me closer, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and kisses my forehead I lay my head on his chest , then he takes some popcorn from the bowl on my lap

I press play and the first thing that appears is Jude's first day in Madrid when he signed his Real Madrid contract

"This day was a big one you know, new place for us, new language and Culture, just everything"

"Luckily we had so many people that were willing to help and make our adjustment as easy as possible"

"True"

"Actually I remember something from that day"

"What?"

"You nearly tripped and fell"

I give him an eyebrow raise

"Yes you did, I remember you nearly fell and I caught you, I'm surprised they didn't get that on camera"

"No I didn't Jude, you're lying"

"No I'm not, I vividly remember holding your heels after the pictures cause you'd given up on them after you used my shoulder to help you take them off"

"I don't remember that"

"I even told you that morning before we left the hotel that you should get a comfortable shoe then you said no and I put your shoes in the car before we left"

"I still don't remember"

"The gaslighting is crazy"

"Let's continue" I say remembering the moment he's talking about

The video cuts and this time it's Jude's first Real Madrid game

"I remember that game, when we were in America during the preseason games and we played against Milan"

"I remember being in the stands and just being so nervous"

The video cuts and shows Jude waving to someone in the crowd after the game

"Mhhhm I wonder who you're waving too"

"Same" he says

The video cuts again but this time it's Jude's first La Liga game where he scored his first La Liga goal and celebrates in front of the Bilbao fans and all of them showing him the finger

"The amount of hate that came from those fans you'd swear I'd just killed someone"

I laugh at his his comment

"No but on a serious note though that was just iconic"

"And you know what I loved about it?"

"What?" He asks

"It never discouraged you, instead you continued playing at your best"

"Yeah it didn't discourage me but I for sure thought I would be the most hated player of the season and actually right after that moment I remember looking for you in the stands and you had made a heart with your fingers"

"I mean, I needed you to know that even if the whole world hates you I'll still love you"

"And I'll love you more"

The video cuts and it's Jude's first El classico where he scored two goals

"Ah I remember that game, it was my first El classico"

"I remember going home after that game and we were just in disbelief"

"Yeah, I just couldn't believe it, you know and I was so nervous the night before, remember?"

"Yeah I remember, you were pacing around the room and the whole time and I was just there trying to calm you down"

"I was nervous"

"I know you were my love, but the next day you scored 2 goals and won the match so there was no need to be nervous"

The video cuts again and shows Jude's Goal against Girona and his injury, how he was on the floor and the medical team icing his ankle

then the camera panned to me where I looked with a concerned expression on my face and glistening eyes

"I was so worried in that moment" I said looking at the screen

"So was I, I just heard my ankle pop and i knew something was wrong"

"We didn't get home the until the early hours of the morning"

He turned to the camera and said

"She stayed by my side the whole night despite me telling her to go home and rest and the whole time she held my hand while my ankle was being examined and I'm not gonna lie I was grateful that she didn't listen to me because that was very painfull and having her by my side just served as comfort"

"I couldn't leave you there, I would've been restless at home not knowing what was happening" I say smiling up at him

"Well I'm glad you stayed"

"You're welcome"

"Ok next"

The camera cuts to the Ballon d'or ceremony and Jude Winning the Kopa award where he does his speech

"Thank you everyone for all the wonderful support and the messages, two days ago I won my first El classico so this is just a cherry on top, thank you to the fans and the supports and my Family as well I am grateful and I am appreciative,thank you"

"Wow, you really do have a way with words don't you?"

"What can I say, This was my First time going to the Ballon d'or ceremony and just being there with so many other great Footballers and Football legends was so surreal it felt amazing

I remember meeting R9 for the first time and you were by my side holding my hand and the whole time as we're talking to him I was holding onto your hand for dear life"

"I actually thought you were gonna break my hand I'm surprised I still have it"

"I'm sorry"

"It's fine I'm just glad i was there with you" I say

"He kisses my forehead and looks towards the screen again

The screen transitions to Jude's first Champions League game for Madrid

"That game was another for the books, first UCL game and I had scored the only and the winning goal"

"Yeah I was really proud to say the least ,aww look at that that, he's pointing to me" I say

"You wish" he says jokingly

"One day , maybe not today or Tomorrow but one day you'll get a taste of your own medicine" I say

"Oh my gosh shiver me timbers I'm so scared"

"You will be" I say and lean back onto his chest and he kisses my head and I smile

The screen transitions to Jude's Golden boy ceremony

"Incredible moment" he said

"Yeah I just remember watching you with awe and I just thought about everything that happened to get to that moment and get that award"

"Yeah the plane ride to Italy was cool and calm but that's because we knew what to expect and what was going to happen I think it was when we got there that it actually dawned on us that I had just won the award"

"True"

The screen transitions again and this time

It's Jude Celebrating the supa copa de espane

"First trophy of the season and for Real Madrid" he says

"Unfortunately I wasn't there but you called me immediately after you got into the dressing room and the whole time, vini and cama were just interrupting us and asking to talk to me"

"I'm not gonna lie that did annoy me and I couldn't get a word in they kept stealing my phone as if they don't have their own girlfriends"

"I'm not your girlfriend, I'm your wife"

"At the time you were my girlfriend"

"I actually preferred talking to them"

"Of course you did" he says rolling his eyes

The screen transitions to the game where Jude received a red Card and got a two game ban as a punishment

"I don't wanna talk about this game, I might just get into trouble"

"But I won't"

"I don't know...

"Let's all be honest here that ref was unfair and he knows it he blew the whistle while the ball was in the air and in my opinion that red card shouldn't have even been pulled out, it was a natural reaction to what had just happened at the time"

"Ok Mrs. Bellingham, not you defending your Husband"

"I mean my husband is always protecting me so it's only right"

"I'm blessed to have you in my life"

"As am I" I say and smile as I look up at him and he pecks my lips

"Ok next one"

The screen transitions to the match where Jude was a spectator at a Real Madrid game after the red card he got

"I loved that game you know, the love and the support of the fans was one of the things that kept me going, and just let me know that they were behind me and that was really heart warming"

"The Madridistas are very much loved"

"That is not a lie"

"Next"

Now we're watching Jude accepting his Lauresports award

"I was just tired that day, exhausted could even describe it"

"I actually opted to accept the award on your behalf so you could rest and take a break for a little bit,but him being stubborn he refused"

"It wouldn't have been ok, even though I was tired I needed to be there"

"I don't know when you'll realize that you're only human"

"I know I am"

"Mhmmm, whatever you say"

Next we see the La Liga title race parade and Jude lifting the trophy

"That day was amazing" he says, ,"the atmosphere the fans, you"

"I loved the outfit mostly, you looked Handsome more than anything"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, I can't explain it but damn, that day I learned to appreciate what I have" I say

He laughs and I join him in laughing

"You're so weird you know that"

"I'm just telling the truth"

He continues laughing and the screen changes again but this time a picture of Jude stating that he was the player of the season

"The day of the award show, I was getting ready for the champions league Final, so we couldn't attend and to be honest it was worth it because if I had attended I would have gotten what I received that day"

"And what's that?" I ask as I look at him hoping he'll mention our special moment

"Winning the Champions league"

I roll my eyes at him and watch the screen changed as he laughs at his stupid Joke

The screen changes to the Champions league Final against Dortmund

Showing highlights of the game and the team

Then the moment Real Madrid won the Champions league and the Celebrations

The camera then pans to Jude to where he's having his post match interview

"Jude, well done on your win, how long have you dreamed of this moment"

"Ages hey, a long time"

"What does it mean to win the champions league"

"It means the world to me, I've dreamed about this for a long time, it's every footballers dream"

"How do you plan on Celebrating such a moment"

"With my teammates and my Family, I've actually got a very important person here that hopefully I won't only be celebrating a champions league trophy with but much more as well

"Well congratulations Jude"

"Thank you, I need to go do something important, please excuse me"

"Of course"

"Here we go" Jude says as we watch the screen

He walks to the stands and walks to where I'm standing and helps me get down the stairs and leads me to the middle of the pitch

"Where are we going?" Can be mouth read as Jude walks me to the pitch

"Just trust me" he replies

We reach the middle of the pitch when all of a sudden Jude Goes down on one knee and gives and inaudible speech that can't be heard because it was covered by the cheers and screams of the fans watching the interaction happen

"We couldn't even hear eachother in that moment" I say watching the screeen

All they see is me nodding my head and mouthing yes

Jude gets up and slips the engagement ring on and he hugs me tightly, then I swiftly pull away and look him in the eye

And mouth something that can't he heard or mouth read

Jude's eyes go bigger and on shock

"Are you serious?"

Is faintly heard and I nod and the fans continue cheering with Jude hugging me and spinning me around in the middle of the pitch

The video then shows the reactions of Jude's teammates, who rush over to congratulate us. The camera captures the joyous expressions of our family in the stands, and the fans are going wild with excitement.

Jude's teammates run to where we are

"Juuuuuude" they chant

Cama and Tchomeni come and give me hugs

"Back off Cama that's my Future wife right there" Jude says

Cama rolls his eyes and just continues hugging me

"Congratulations"

"Thank you"

Back on the couch, Jude and I look at each other with smiles.

Jude looks to the camera and says

"Now you're probably wondering what she told, that made me react like that, truth is she told me that she was pregnant and that I was going to be a father and honestly, a three in one that night was amazing"

"I don't way that it was the best day of my life, but at the moment it is, but that will probably change when we get married or when we have our baby" he continues

"That moment changed everything," Jude says softly. "Winning the Champions League was amazing, but proposing to you and finding out we were expecting... that was the best moment of my life."

"Mine too," you say, leaning into him. "And now, here we are, sharing our story with everyone."

"Yeah, it's been an incredible journey," Jude agrees. "And I can't wait to see what the future holds for us toether. With us planning a wedding and expecting our first child together it's bound to be a rollercoaster"

"I've been Jude Bellingham and Joined by my Future wife Y/n Bellingham and thank you for watching

#football fanfic #romance #world cup #x reader #fan fiction #football #love #soccer fanfiction #imagine #reader #judebellingham #jude x reader #jude bellingham fanfiction #jude

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my-love-is-sunlight · 10 hours

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Zoro x reader

Hurt/comfort + gn reader

1k words, very self indulgent

Masterlist

“FUCK” you scream in annoyance tossing your weapon across the room, plomping down with your hands shielding your face as you pant from exhaustion, frustration aching at every bone

The last few week’s training had become more of a chore, scratch that, an inconvenience. Your mind seemed to be wondering elsewhere, anywhere but where your feet stand making you fail over and over again, not landing a single hit for hours on end. You had tried everything, taking it slow, harsh, even bribing yourself saying ‘If I land this hit I’ll buy me something nice’ just to end up in disappointment

Having no results at something you’ve been great at for years and years, that had gotten you the place at your captains crew was like a dagger digging into your skin, as another day passed where you couldn’t even get through the first exercise in your routine.

The sound of slow and steady footsteps met your ears making you shield yourself further, hiding your face in the corner of the room fighting the tears that threatened to flow

“You ok?” Zoros low and raspy voice calls for you, his tone monotone

You don’t even spare him a glance before you let out a heavy sigh “Clearly not”

Everyone in the ship had noticed your drastic shift in behavior. Every time you’d come down from the crows nest, your face was bright red, feet stumping as you smashed the door of your quarters shut, not talking to anyone for at least an hour

Zoro knew exactly what it was as he had witnessed your frustration while he shared the training room form time to time. You would grunt and stomp your feet like a child, telling yourself everything from words of encouragement to degrading venomous things as you tried and tried to get at least one hit.

But he never said a thing

Until you stopped coming down for dinners, sleeping in more and more often, spending your days rotting, nor a smile or a laugh leaving your mouth. That natural glow and silly sweet personality you carried slowly fading away as the days passed, and he couldn’t have that

The swordsman sat down at your side, arms crossed across his wide chest while his mind reeled. Zoro clearly was not on his element, he had searched of the right words to say, the right timing, but he quickly came to the realization that there’s no such thing, he just had to be blunt

“Stop beating yourself up” to his surprise you shake your head frantically, there goes his words of encouragement

“I am just trying to be useful for the crew, if I can’t be that might as well throw me out in the ocean” your words linger in the air, making Zoro frown and stabbing your own heart

“Is this what everything’s about?” You sit right up and stare back at him confused, he looks annoyed

“What?”

“You’re beating yourself up because you don’t feel useful?”

Zoro waches the rapid speed in which your chest rises and falls, your lungs fighting to find the air they so much need, teardrops falling in your cheeks

“I-“ you choke out, your voice betraying you but your eyes fixated on the swordsman, a quiet call for help but he waits, clinging at your every word

“I am not as strong as you Zoro, or as smart as Robin, as entertaining as Brook and Ussop, or as caring as Sanji and Chopper, as important as Franky and Nami… I always give my 200% so that I fulfill my role but sometimes, sometimes I can’t even get to 50%” your hands are quick to wash your salty tears away, embarrassed by how vulnerable you had allowed yourself to be, but if you were to keep your feelings inside any longer you were going to fall apart

“You are our crew mate”- Zoro spoke with his usual standoffish tone, yet it sounded more soft and reassuring as other times you had conversed.- “You are not some clown or some soldier, you’re here because Luffy saw something in you, he believed in you as we all do here, you don’t have to prove yourself” your head started to shake once more but Zoro was quick to shut down your insecurities, one of his hands holding your forearm giving it a light squeeze

“You’re enough” his words got stuck in your heart, warming it and finally releasing the dreadful thoughts that had been plaguing you for days

You break down crying, head falling on his sculptured chest holding onto the swordsman like your lifeline “I am so tired”- you whispered between sobs. Zoro was taken aback but didn’t tried to pull away, instead holding your frame close, hands drawing soothing circles in your back as you let go finally. And there he sat, wetting his shirt with your tears but he didn’t cared, being strong all the time could be tiring he knows this better than anyone, as well as how you had to always show up and be strong to protect yourself

But now he was here to do so

Your sobs died down as your breath aligned to the beating of his heart thrumming in your ears, you thank him, eyes glittering back at his gaze that seemed to have softened, he brushes the matter off but Zoro is more than happy to had been of service, lifting the heavy burden from your back

“Now, go rest” and for the first time in weeks, you smile

That smile he had so missed making his heart jump and skip several beats, a warm feeling spreading all over his being, and glad you’re back to yourself just as he wanted. It may sound selfish but he doesn’t care, he wants you back

“You’re far more emotionally intelligent than people give you credit for mosshead” he rolls his eyes trying to hide his swelling pride

“I am just that great” you nudge him before standing up making your way out, his eyes never leaving you as if preoccupied something would bother you again in his absence

As you slip to sleep that night, you can finally truly rest, your body letting go of the tension that had build up, worries washing away like the tides crashing against the ship, the moonlight and the sound of the ocean lulling you to have the best sleep of your life

All thanks to your swordsman

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veritas-scribblings · 3 days

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night - @jegulus-microfic - words: 713

James knows that he’ll find Regulus in the astronomy tower because, for all they might try to deny it, Regulus and Sirius are more alike than either of them realise. When they are overwhelmed or overstimulated by the world or raging from a tsunami of emotions within them, they go to the astronomy tower and they look at the stars and they try to find ‘themselves’. And often, without realising or acknowledging it, they find each other as well.

Regulus is sitting on the floor, his back leaned up against one of the columns as he reads by wand-light. It’s a thick book, thicker than James would ever have patience for. When James approaches, Regulus looks up like James has just invaded his private space.

‘What are you doing here?’ Regulus asks. He doesn’t sound hostile, as James had expected, merely curious and a touch confused. But then, in true Regulus fashion, he adds, a lot more cutting than before, ‘I was under the impression you might lose your superpowers without the adoration of your loving fan base.’

‘Eh, too noisy, too many people’ James says, echoing the words Regulus had said to him mere weeks ago. He sits down next to Regulus on the cold, stone floor, and plucks the book from Regulus’s hand, leaving the boy gaping in shock at his audacity.

‘What is this thing you’re reading?’ James says, holding the book up and flicking through the pages. ‘You were reading it last time too.’

‘It’s a book, you dimwit.’ Regulus snatches it back and whacks James aggressively up the side of the head with it. And damn, it actually hurts. Because apparently Regulus is not in the least bit shy about violence. He glares at James, his cheeks adorably pink with fury, and hisses like a wounded cat, ‘You lost my page.’

‘Oh. Sorry.’ James reaches over to take the book back and generously help him find his page, only to have Regulus smack his hand away and raise the book up, brandishing it like a weapon. ‘Okay, okay, geez, sorry, I surrender!’

‘Weak,’ Regulus scoffs. He quietens for a moment, stars up at the stars which sparkle across the clear, night sky. ‘So, why are you here?’

‘I came to find you,’ James says. There’s something so endearing about how bewildered Regulus looks at this admission. Like he did not expect this. Like it is surreal, that he cannot quite believe it. Something in James’s stomach flutters. There is a warmth in his chest that leaves him feeling slightly breathless and overwhelmed.

But then Regulus seems to realise that his emotions are showing and he schools his expression to become empty once more.

‘You ran away from the party so quickly.’ James leans over, peers around at Regulus who has turned away from him. Regulus’s hair has fallen into his eyes and James wants so desperately to brush the locks aside, run his fingers through Regulus’s hair because he’s so sure that his hair is soft like spun silk.

‘Too noisy,’ Regulus says. He’s almost smiling; the corner of his lips twitch upwards. ‘Too many people.’ And then, cautiously, ‘You came to find me?’

‘Yes.’ James swallows. Regulus looks downwards, at the book in his hands. He wets his lips, blinks, silent. His lashes are long, framing his eyes, which are a dark stormy grey. And James wants to kiss him. He wants to kiss him more than he’s wanted to do anything else in his life.

And so he asks, seized suddenly by a burst of Gryffindor courage, ‘Can I kiss you?’

Regulus nods.

So James does just that. It’s awkward at first because James’s mouth is dry from anxiety. He pulls backwards, wets his lips, and quickly chases Regulus’s mouth when Regulus thinks James is done and turns away. It’s a closed-mouth kiss initially because James isn’t really sure how Regulus feels about all of this and worries that he might be too presumptuous if he tried anything else.

Regulus is bolder, however, and runs his tongue over James’s bottom lip and invites himself into James’s mouth. It’s wonderful, steals James’s breath and fills him with a buzz that’s all joy, and he smiles so huge and wide that Regulus pulls back and calls him an absolute idiot for ruining the moment.

#harry potter #fanfiction #microfics #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #regulus x james #myfanfiction

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thrandilf · 1 day

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Claudia, Claudia

Predicting a being who always held more cards in his hand than she did was difficult. She'd resigned herself to searching for Aaravos, alone, figuring her best shot was going to Katolis Castle and cutting through whatever and whoever she had to.

His voice surprised her, a voice she could hear when some part of her mind seemed to buzz, a voice that she'd gotten used to only catching whispers of in her ear. Now, it spoke in her mind directly.

I'll come to you. Wait for me.

She stopped in the middle of the forest path she'd been taking west. "What?" she asked aloud. Aaravos had never been one to respond to her when she wanted, much to her fury. She spun around, as if he was really there, still not used to her makeshift new leg, stumbling slightly. "Aaravos, come on! I don't- I don't know what else to do!"

Of course he wasn't there.

Because no one was, nor would they be. Not anymore.

Claudia halted for the day, making camp early, wondering if there was anything to his command for her to wait.

When she next heard his voice, it shot chills down her spine.

Claudia, Claudia,

She bolted up in her bedroll, gasping for breath. Unlike before, when he spoke into her mind, his voice seemed to echo physically around her, cushioned by the canopy of leaves above her.

A figure stood behind the last smoldering embers of her campfire. Tall, silhouette outlined by the moon, every angle from the hem of his robes to the curves of his horns elegant against the sky behind him. His skin glistened with constellations from somewhere far away, but the brightest spots were under his eyes. Even his eyes seemed to glow.

Those eyes glinted for just a moment as Aaravos took her in, expression softening as he knelt. He reached out, the scene still like a dream to her, fingertips resting on her jaw, thumb wiping away a tear she hadn't known had shed in her sleep.

"I'm here."

It was still as though his voice enveloped them both, deep and reassuring, just a hint of breathlessness to it as though he couldn't believe it either, a crack in the mask. She meant something to him- she was the first person he wanted to see.

She was first, to someone.

Claudia stumbled out of her sleeping bag and into his arms without thinking. "He's gone," she said, rambling and trying to catch her breath. "And Terry, he didn't understand- I know he'd leave too and so I had to go first, and- I just-"

"I know." He radiated patience, understanding without condescending. Aaravos returned her embrace, after a moment of hesitation. Perhaps she should have waited, given him time, how long had it been since he'd touched anyone? She almost pulled back but he held her closer, finally not just his voice but his breath and warmth also in her ear. "I never break a promise, Claudia."

Aaravos pulled back enough to look in her eyes, caring smile placating her worries. "I know what true loyalty means, what a gift you are to me." Claudia sniffled, torn between wanting to sob over how the past week had been or trying to be strong, to prove she was powerful enough, to earn what had always been impossible to earn, but there was no need for any of it.

"You have never failed in tests of love," he said, as if he knew what she wanted to hear, what she'd needed to hear all of her life. His lips twitched upwards into a smirk, relishing his own words. "Others failed us, Claudia. We need only give them what's coming to them for it."

#tdp #tdp spoilers #the dragon prince #aaravos #claudia tdp #tdp s6 spoilers #just needed to get this ficlet out of my system so i can do my finals raughhh #anyway. cant wait for this to be so fucked up. bless #tagging for spoilers bc of the teaser/date video but this is only inspired by it #wrote this right in this text box lol

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ghostofhyuck · 1 day

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Dark Fantasy Series 7

Alien! Park Jisung x Scientist! Reader

Summary: As you attempt to find another trace of life through ex.trl.0205 or Jisung, you become closer to it, eventually creating a bond between the two of you that your colleagues don’t understand.

Word count: 3.6k

TW: Contains violence, death, and arson. Read at your own risk.

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Your steps created noise against the marble floor, echoing through the hollow hallway of the laboratory.

“Good morning Jeno,” you greeted your fellow researcher who only nodded. You noticed that he’s not smiling as usual.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked.

“It’s being stubborn as usual,” he explained, slacking his jaw in the process. “Almost threw a kick at me if I wasn’t able to avoid it.”

“Jisung did?” you asked.

He only laughs bitterly, “I still wonder why you call him that when he’s not even a human.”

“Why? It’s much better than his subject name, ex.trl.0205 is hard to pronounce,” you explained.

“Just say you’re attached to it,” Jeno comments.

You only laugh at his remark. You two separated ways as you made your way through your office. Today’s another day for your research. You placed down your bag and took a sip from your coffee tumbler. You deeply pondered about Jeno’s comment about Jisung earlier, you could only shake your head in disappointment as you grab your lab coat and exit your office.

“Good morning Jaemin,” you greeted another fellow researcher who lazily waved at you, eyeing the huge glass window in front of him.

“Is he okay? I heard he almost kicked Jeno earlier,” you asked.

“It’s okay, got scared with the injection,” Jaemin answered, emphasizing the “it” which you just ignored.

“Again?” you asked, forehead creasing.

“Hey, it’s not our fault we need its blood samples…if we can call the liquid fluids blood,” Jaemin shrugs.

You only stared at the glass window. On the other side sits Jisung who’s distracting himself with the rubic cubes Jaemin gave him. You watch as he curiously tries to complete a side but due to frustration, he destroys it with his bare hands. You heard Jaemin whistle at the sight. He leans on his chair, feet placed on top of the table.

“Do you really think we’ll succeed in this research?” he asked. “I mean, it’s been months and the progress isn’t moving.”

“We literally have an alien creature in front of us,” you pointed out. “Let’s just be happy about it, and we’re just getting started too.”

“Yeah right, and you’re attached to it already,” Jaemin teased.

You didn’t say a word. You watch as Jaemin stands up from his seat and taps your shoulder gently. “It’s all yours, I’m going out to have a nap.”

You only nod. As soon as you hear the door closed, you gaze at Jisung again. He couldn’t see who’s behind the glass window unless they approached him personally inside his room. You took a deep breath before approaching the door and slowly twisting the knob.

“Yn! You’re here!” Jisung shouted with glee as soon as he saw you. You haven’t even closed the door but Jisung’s already hovering over you. You still couldn’t believe that he’s a large creature.

“Jisung — I can’t breathe!” you shouted, trying to tap his back. For a second he lets go and his smile is still there.

“You’re here! I miss you! They were being mean to me again,” he complained, a pout forming on his lips which made you chuckle.

“Ji, I told you that you shouldn’t use violence on the other researchers,” you lectured but his pout only became bigger.

“He’s hurting me again,” Jisung said, pulling the sleeve of his shirt. You can see that there are a lot of patches around it. “He told me it’s just one time but he went for another and —-”

“There, there. It’s okay Jisung, I’ll talk to him later okay?” you said with a soft tone. Jisung only nods, slowly retrieving back his sleeve.

You gave him a smile before brushing his hair lightly, “should we go back to what you have learned?”

“Oh I made progress!” Jisung excitingly said. Pulling you towards the table area. You watch as he scrambles around the papers that’s scattered on the desk. His eyes squinting at which is which.

“Here! Here it is!” he said, giving you a crumpled paper. You glanced at it and tried to decipher his writings.

“Ji,” you only breathe. “This is progress! Great job!”

You pulled him for a hug, ignoring the way he wraps you around his arms and traps you there.

Jisung or ex.trl.0205 is a research of yours. It was a rare case for an alien to crash into the earth. On the same night where the meteor shower graced the Earth, so did Jisung who happened to have an accidental landing on a rice field in a small town.

You’re an astronomy scientist. It’s been a long dream of yours to discover what more the universe can offer aside from what has been discovered, and you got what you wanted when Jisung entered Earth. Now, all you have to do is to be patient with your research.

Jisung was inhuman. He was incredibly large, has sky blue eyes with a pupil that resembles a reptile. His hair is disheveled pitch black, and he doesn’t have any fingernails, his fingers are longer and pointed. His skin texture was a bit slimy but tolerable. If you took away all of these, he could pass as a human being. Aside from that, he’s twice stronger than a normal human being.

When you first meet him, you wonder if his fellows are out there somewhere, in an undiscovered planet probably. You wanted to know more about him and if there’s a liveable planet out there. So when you proposed your research to the laboratory research head, he gave you an immediate approval.

Having Jisung as a subject was hard. He was aggressive at first, you remember earning a bruise when he snatches your wrist, his fingers sinking into it. If it wasn’t for Jeno who immediately responded, you would’ve been injured.

But you were persistent. You wanted to get Jisung's trust in order for him to follow you. So you tried to approach him with care and like a mother. Your colleagues think that your method is absurd, thinking that you’ll be attached to him but you wanted to prove them wrong. You only see Jisung as nothing but a mere subject.

At first, Jisung couldn’t communicate properly. But with your patience, you tried your best to teach him your language. He becomes more calm whenever you visit him. You gave him a smile, even though he didn't respond. For months, you’re like a fool who keeps on talking to him even though you’re not sure if he understands you. So when he first started speaking, you were surprised by how deep his voice was, but what surprised him more was that the first word he spoke was your name.

It took you a few months to gain his trust. Jisung is naive, but like an animal, he can sense who has good intentions on him. That’s why he’s more aggressive to your fellow researchers who want nothing but research about him. But with you, your only intention was to know if there’s more of his being from afar. That’s why you couldn’t do any harm from him, only questions that you patiently wait for an answer.

Today, you made progress. Jisung wrote down formulas that may be a way for you to navigate his home. It was hard to decipher because of his handwriting but at least it’s progress. Your eyes scan at the scattered papers on his table, Jisung stood beside you, eyes locked on you who’s oblivious to it.

“You did great Jisung,” you complimented once again. “Thank you so much, this is great. I —”

“Yn, can you stay here for a while?” he asked with a soft tone. “It’s been so long since I saw you, and I miss you.”

You didn’t notice how your heart skipped a beat. You only gave him a smile as you pat his shoulders lightly.

“Okay, since there’s progress I can stay for a while, what do you want to do?” you asked.

“Help me with this?” he asked, showing you the destroyed rubik’s cube earlier.

You only laughed as you held the cube, “I’m sure this one’s destroyed, how about we just read a book?”

Jisung happily obliges with your request. He went to the stack of encyclopedias on the corner. There, he grabs the first volume. You sat on the floor as you waited for Jisung to sit beside you.

You watched as he scrolled through the book, opening a page that he seems to be familiar with.

“Alien,” he muttered. “That’s me right?”

You only nod, watching for his reaction. He seems to be confused with it.

“Well, if I was on your planet, I’m the alien,” you said with a joking tone.

“Oh, that makes sense,” Jisung said. He glances at the window, and the room falters into silence.

“Do you miss them Jisung?” you asked.

He then looks at you and smiles, showing off his sharp canines. “I do, but you’re here. That’s why I don’t feel lonely at all.”

You only smiled back, and then proceeded to continue reading the book. Minutes turned into hours, until you two slowly fell asleep beside each other.

“You should stop falling asleep inside its room,” Jeno lectured. He found you asleep once again in Jisung’s room and slowly woke you up without disturbing Jisung who’s hold on you was tight.

“And you should stop stabbing him aimlessly,” you lectured back. Entering the laboratory’s cafeteria, Jaemin waves at both of you who’s having his lunch.

“It’s not my fault it's moving a lot,” Jeno defended, sitting beside Jaemin. “It’s not like it gets hurt. That creature’s skin is thicker than us.”

“It’s being dramatic so that you can baby it yn,” Jaemin teased.

Your forehead creased, “stop that, and so what if Jisung’s skin is thick? He still gets hurt by it. Just be careful next time Jeno.”

You heard your research partner let out a sigh, “Fine fine, this is going to be the last too. No more samples from it.”

You only breathe, “thank you.”

“But yn, I hope this is also going to be the last time we caught you sleeping in its room,” Jeno added. “We still don’t know if it's dangerous or not.”

“Jisung’s not dangerous,” you defended.

“Of course it’s not dangerous when it comes to you, it likes you,” Jaemin pointed out. “But it’s still an alien, we never know what will happen if it snapped.”

“Then let’s just hope that it won’t,” you mumbled.

Weeks passed and with Jisung’s formula, you were able to construct an equation for how you can navigate his home planet. Every night, you would go to the laboratory, observe Jisung from outside and within his room. Every night, you also notice how he’s slowly becoming more humane than the first time you encountered him.

He becomes calm whenever Jeno and Jaemin visit his place, as long as you’re with them, Jisung doesn’t attack your research partners. They also learned to be more approachable to Jisung, but still, you observed that Jisung still has his walls high when it comes to them.

Slowly, your research is nearing its completion. All you need to do is to make an attempt to communicate with them. Jisung can be a main method in this part but you have to be confident in this part.

“Yn!” Jaemin shouted as he barged into your office.

“What? What’s wrong!?” you asked, he was catching his breath as he slowly approached you.

“They’re…they’re removing you from this research,” Jaemin broke out.

Your eyes went wide, “what!? Jaemin, what do you mean?”

“Jeno got a phone call from the head lab, they want you there, they think that it’s better for Jeno to lead the research —”

“Bullshit, don’t tell me Jeno agreed to this.”

“No! Of course he didn’t, he tried to justify that this is your research but Doctor Lee just thinks that…” Jaemin pursed his lips, looking away for a second before glancing at you with a worried expression. “You’re too attached to the subject.”

“That’s it!? That’s all?” you asked, appalled.

“They think that your affection may ruin the research, biased if you think about it,” Jaemin explained.

“I know that it was my method but if I start the research by being hostile against Jisung, we wouldn’t make progress,” you explained. “I know that I am attached to Jisung but it didn’t affect my work and research, tell that to them.”

“I am sorry yn,” was the only thing that Jaemin could say. “We tried really hard, but their decision is final”

The door of your office opened, revealing a disheveled Jeno who’s catching his breath. As he stood up, he made contact with Jaemin.

“I guess you told her,” he then lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry yn, I really tried to tell them that I cannot handle your research but they were persistent.”

You only fall into silence. Silently nodding because you know that it wasn’t their fault. Frustration heaps on you because this wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re one step closer to finishing your project and then the next thing you know, they’re pulling you out of it.

“Until when can I stay here?” I asked.

“Within this week,” Jeno answered.

Your forehead creased, “within this week!? Are they so eager to throw me out of my own research!?”

“I know but listen,” Jeno approaches you. “You can still try to find time to finish your research, okay? Don’t worry about us here, do your research on your own. Jaemin and I, we won’t be touching it.”

“What about Jisung?” you asked.

Jaemin only smiles, “We’ll take good care of Jisung, if that’s what you want.”

“Thank you,” you breathe. Grabbing both of them for a hug. The two only hugged you back, trying to comfort you as much as they could.

You spent the remaining days inside the lab improvising the formulas and equations. You also gave Jeno and Jaemin a brief summary about it even though you three agreed that it’s still your research.

On those remaining days, you could only visit Jisung from behind the glass window. You only observed him there, who’s busy entertaining himself. There were times where you watched him stare at the window, probably missing his family. You also noticed that he ripped off the “alien” page of the encyclopedia. It was there on the floor lying. You wonder what it meant for Jisung.

You know that Jisung won’t be able to take your departure easily, so do you. You admit that you did grow attached to Jisung but at the very least, you’ve grown only nothing but sympathy for the clueless creature who’s an alien in this world. You atleast, want to give him some companionship.

“Hey,” you were startled to see Jaemin beside you. He crosses his arms as he glances at Jisung. “It’s your last day. Are you not going to say goodbye to him?”

You only let out a sigh, “I don’t know what to say. Maybe I should just not say goodbye —”

“And leave him waiting for you? It’s better for him to have proper closure yn,” Jaemin explained. “Come on now, it can be just a short goodbye.”

Jaemin’s right. You almost spent a year with Jisung too. He’s attached to you too, it’s best for him to hear your goodbyes. That’s why you walked your way towards the door, slowly opening it.

“Yn! You’re here!” and just like the other visits you have with Jisung, he hovers you over with a hug.

“I miss you! I’ve been waiting for you!” he excitedly said. “I learned how to do the cube! Here let me show you!”

But instead of answering him, you grab his wrist, making him stop. Jisung’s smile disappeared when he saw that you’re frowning.

“Did something happen?” he asked.

“Jisung, listen, I —” you inhaled deeply. “I am leaving.”

“What!? What do you mean by leaving?” he asked, his tone dripping with confusion.

“The lab, they assigned me to another field,” you explained calmly. “But don’t worry, Jaemin and Jeno will take care of you —”

“No! You can’t leave me!” Jisung shouted, you were surprised with how his voice raised.

“Jisung, I have no choice, they —” you let out a scream when Jisung grabs your wrist, just like what he did when you first encountered him. You tried to tug it away but he didn’t even move a muscle. You glanced at him, his expression darkens as he stares at you.

“No! I won’t let you leave me!” he shouted.

“Jisung, let me go! Please you’re hurting me,” you plead, dropping on your knees as you try to remove his hands from your wrist.

“I won’t let them take you away from me!” Jisung shouted, his grip becoming tighter that you could only scream in pain.

The door swung open, revealing Jeno and Jaemin, and some guards of the laboratory.

“Hold it!” Jeno ordered. The guard immediately responded, hovering over Jisung who pushed them away with ease. He didn’t let go of you, dragging you on the floor as he attacked those who approached you.

But a guard was able to push Jisung to the ground, holding him firmly along with his colleagues. Jeno immediately approached Jisung who was struggling to get out of the hold. You watch as Jeno grabs a tranquilizer. He stabs it on Jisung’s neck who groans because of the pain.

Without any hesitation, Jaemin approaches you. You watch him pull out a scalper and stab it in Jisung’s wrist. The creature screams in pain, letting go of your hand.

You weren’t able to process everything. Jaemin drags you out of the room, leaving Jisung there to struggle to get out of the hold. You didn’t notice the way your tears flowed down from your eyes. Shock and adrenaline seeped through every veins of your body as you and Jaemin reached your office.

That was the last time you saw Jisung. Due to your injury, you were advised to take a month's rest first before going back to the main lab. You couldn’t do anything but sit and devour yourself in the silence of your apartment room. Everytime you look at your wrist, it reminds you of Jisung. How despite everything, he’s still a monstrous creature that’s dangerous.

All of those months of peace and affection crumbled down into minutes of nothing but pure horror and fear. You don’t know what to do. You were left agitated inside your apartment room. You wanted to know what happened to Jisung after that. You were scared of what's going to happen to him.

You tried to reach Jeno and Jaemin but you discovered that they were forbidden to give you updates about the research. You called bullshit, even dropping a phone call to Doctor Lee, your supervisor and the head of the main lab. You tried to convince him to return you to your research, but he has decided that your research will be in the better hands of your colleagues. You were frustrated, trying to pour your rage on finalizing your research but somehow, you couldn’t concentrate in your isolation.

Until a few days later, it was as if your wishes came true, a phone call from Jaemin disturbed your sleep. It was almost midnight, but it didn’t matter to you. All you needed was an update.

“Jaemin, what happened —”

“Yn, Jisung escaped!” Jaemin shouted. From the background, you can hear car screechings and the continuous blaring of horns and Jaemin cursing.

“What!? How!?” you asked.

“He went mad — fuck, get the fuck out of my way!” Jaemin shouted.

“Where are you Jaem!?”

“I need to go there, you should too! This is code red yn!”

The phone call ends, and you immediately jump out of your bed. You didn’t care if you’re wearing nothing but your sleepwear, you grabbed a dirty hoodie from your laundry basket and the keys of your car. Hurriedly, you drove your way to the laboratory.

As you find your way there, you couldn’t help but feel your heart beating faster. You noticed that there’s a bright light glowing on the laboratory. Your hold on the wheels became tighter as you pressed on the gas pedal harder. Scurrying yourself towards the laboratory.

Your eyes became wide the moment you parked the car. Hastily going out of the car but you were frozen to what you have witnessed.

The whole laboratory is drowning in flames. It was nothing but pure fire as it continued to burn. Your shaking hands found its way to your opened mouth. Letting out a disgruntled scream as you dropped on your knees.

It can’t be. You watched as your dreams crashed and burned into ashes as the fire stenched right through your nose. Its heat is becoming more intense as if it's not going to stop any minute.

You watched as from the fire, a figure slowly walked out of it. You knew from that silhouette who it was. But you couldn’t do anything but watch him approach you until he’s standing in front of you.

“You returned,” Jisung said, a smile forming on his lips.

“Jisung…what is this?” you asked, almost stumbling on your own words.

“They took you away from me,” he stated. “So I’m taking away everything from them.”

Your eyes went wide because of his answer. “No, no! Jisung! This is wrong, you shouldn’t —”

“I did this for you yn,” Jisung rebutted with a soft tone. He kneels in front of you. You saw nothing but a creature whose longing for you. His eyes stared at you, sending goosebumps through your spine. You watched as Jisung became more inhumane in your eyes.

His fingers trailed on your cheeks, making you flinch. As you look away, he grabs your chin, making you squirm in pain as his finger’s pointed ends pressed deeply on your cheeks.

“Nothing can separate us now,” Jisung declared. “We will be together, forever.”

#nct dream #nct imagines #nct dream fic #nct fic #nct x reader #nct #nct jisung fic #nct jisung #park jisung #park jisung fic

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howlsofbloodhounds · 2 days

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I have the next question.

I remember you once talking about how Killer would investigate SOULS or something like that? And now that he has access to the entire multiverse, and a whole lot of info, would he find out about the existance of the Players? What would he do with this info? And if in an hypothetical scenario it is revealed to him that his whole existance is wholy due to ones curiousity and toying with the world, what would be his reaction.

Yeah, it’s canon that Killer steals, bargains for, and studies SOULs. He said something about studying their codes and that’s it. He also studies monster dust and human blood. (He even asked Underswap!Chara if he could cut off their arm and study it.)

I’m assuming he’s trying to figure out away to basically deprogram himself. (Which is very dangerous and life threatening and something he definitely shouldn’t be trying to do alone and without any support or experience.)

As for the Player, it seems Killer became aware of us at some point already. When asked how he was like as a Sans, he states he used to just be a normal Sans, and ends with something along the lines of “you are the reason I’m like this.” And when asked if he ever gets tired, he despairs (with Red text), saying, “tired? What do you mean, tired? You wanted this. You all wanted this!”

And in the comic where Nightmare chokes Killer unconscious, Killer’s advice he gave his Boss was basically along the lines of “you have to find the Universe where you are considered the strongest.” Although he seems to be confusing Creators for Players, here.

In the Swap vs Killer comic, it was shown that Underswap!Chara immediately knew what Killer’s intentions were towards Swap because they could feel a sharp pain in their SOUL—painful enough to bring tears to their eyes and make them terrified for Sans’ safety. They were able to easily see or picture the red strings of Determination coming from Killer’s SOUL and wrapping around his limbs.

So all this is to say, Killer seems to experience the same type of connection to the Player that Frisk and Chara does—through Determination. And as such, the Charas and Frisks of the Multiverse are able to sense his intentions, and he’s likely able to do the same with them and possibly even the Player somewhat.

So Killer was possibly always able to sense something within him, that felt both him and distinctly not him. Perhaps we feel like Chara to him—confusing, terrifying, yet always there and oddly comforting in a twisted way. Yet, still, Killer seems prone to absolute despair when a Player asks him if this what he really wants or how he feels about actions. If an Asker/Player ever blamed him, or called him irredeemable and evil, he reacted with apathy and justification—“it’s not my fault they are weak” or “okay.” All of these text were written in red, too.

He seems to feel a mixture of despair, apathy, confusion, and helplessness. Even a strange sense of hurt when confronted in a certain way. Makes me think of the lyric in the song What Could Have Been, the one that goes, “I am the monster you created, you ripped out all my parts” and “why don’t you love who I am?”

Strange moments of “you wanted this, you made me, you wanted me, why do you hate me?” Like a child, wondering why their parent doesn’t seem to want them or like them when the child believes they were only doing what was asked and expected of them. All that said, his exact views and opinions of the Player is likely effected by what Stage his SOUL is in.

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Funny you tell people to @ you and not your friends, right after you say “I can’t be bothered” and dismiss LFJ’s absolutely disgusting bigoted actions. You know they are not defensible and are on par with/worse than Edy - especially since he has not addressed it and is STILL doing it. Hacking, give me a break…it is and was right there in plain sight 💀 But goodness knows you won’t let anything threaten the hyperfetishizaton that you latched onto with BT! Because that’s clearly all you care about!

You’re so embarrassing and I can’t believe I used to enjoy your takes 😅 Wonder what you will do when BT is bones.

Okay, this is going to be my actual last post on the topic.

I tell people to @ me because going through my friends is pointless. What do you think Kay is going to do? You think she's going to take my phone away? Put me on punishment? I'm a grown woman. Nobody is responsible for me except me. You don't like what I say, you tell me about it, and deal with it, whether I respond to you or not. That's what an adult does. Shall I assume you aren't one?

"I can't be bothered," meaning, I can't be bothered to discourse or debate. I simply have no desire to. I have no interest in wasting my time or energy answering a bunch of asks saying the same thing, or reblogging a bunch of posts that say the same thing, especially when I've said everything I need to say. As a personal rule, I don't repeat myself. I'm not going to start now, especially not for you—any of you.

I haven't seen the post that led to whatever is happening right now. Everything I've heard is hearsay. You want me to condemn something I haven't seen; I won't do that. I'm not a mindless follower that goes with the flow because other people are as well. You want me to make a "statement," (which, why would you? I'm not important enough for a press release), maybe make sure I know what people are talking about before getting on me for "dismissing" something, even though my earlier points about the uselessness of mechanical apologies still stand.

You seem to be under the impression that I'm a hardcore Lou stan. I'm not. The only members of the cast I ride hard for are Ryan and Oliver. Maybe the rest of the main cast. Everyone else is just whatever. He's attractive in certain angles and I have empathy for him regarding his dad, but that's about as far as my attachment to LFJ goes.

"Hyperfestishization." Respectfully, I would take this point a lot more seriously if it wasn't soaked in blatant hypocrisy. Hyperfestishization. What does that even mean? You mean writing cutesy little headcanons for BuckTommy? Writing smut? Which is the same thing I did for Buddie? Let's be serious, my love. You can say you don't like the ship, or people who ship it, and let that be it. There doesn't have to be a moral wrong involved. You can just hate a thing and be done with it.

You know what, I am embarrassing. But so are you. You wrote an entire paragraph behind the safety of anon on a dead, bankrupt website because a random person you don't even know didn't respond to the actions of a white man the way you think they should. The call is coming from inside the house.

What am I going to do if BT is bones? The same thing I'm gonna do if Buddie is bones, or if Buddie is endgame, or if BuckTommy is endgame—I'm going to live my life. I feel like... this is something some people genuinely do not understand. This is not my life. This show? These people? These characters? This is not my life. I love 9-1-1. I love BuckTommy. I love Buddie. I love the cast. I do not live in service of this show or these ships or these people. I'll be sad, and then I'll move on, because when I close my laptop or turn off my phone or TV, all of this ceases to exist. You should try it sometime.

Well. I think that about covers it, don't you? Best of luck doing... whatever it is you're doing. Have fun?

#jack answers mail #tv: 911 #one and done

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Indisposed (Noah Sebastian fanfiction) chapter seven

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Autors note: hello! an update, finallyyy hehe. also, i found it very hard to pick a gif this time, like hello he's gorgeous on every single one pff 🫠. but then i saw this one and i got a hot flash right away so i was like ... yeah okay then this is the one GYUFHIJOF. anyway, hope y'all enjoy this chapter, it's long asf btw lol. oh and, i wouldn't read it in public if i were you. 🙃

chapter seven

As I follow the guys, I look at my phone again, having a whole bunch of notifications: two texts from my best friend, five from my mom… including seven missed calls from her.

‘Oh please no,’ I mumble to myself, not looking forward to whatever she has to say to me. Let’s say that me and my mother do not get along very well.

‘What’s up?’ I hear Noah ask next to me, looking over my shoulder out of curiosity, trying to see the cause of my annoyance.

‘It’s my mother,’ I sigh. ‘Seven damn missed calls from her. Wonder what I did wrong in her eyes this time now,’ I mumble while rolling with my eyes.

As soon as Noah hears that it’s about my mom, a frown appears on his face and his forehead wrinkles. He knows a little about her-that I grew up with her and my dad in a little religious town in the UK, and we especially started to not get along anymore when I became a teenager and developed my own will and opinions.

It all just had to turn that big of an issue for her that she basically kicked me out, making me live with my aunt (her sister) here in the United States since I was thirteen. And believe me… I actually had a way better life with my aunt. I have always been hurt deep inside that my own mother kicked me out and found her religious beliefs way more important than her own daughter, but as I grew older I could accept it piece by piece, and I have always been grateful-and still am-that my aunt took me into her loving home. To me, she became more of a mom to me than my own biological one has ever been. A lot of times I have felt like she never deserved that title.

Of course my older sister, Kate, has always been the perfect daughter to her, following her religious footsteps like some too tall fucking baby duck (she is seriously very tall), making mum and dad always so proud of her. Her noisy ass always has something to say to me too, and makes sure that whatever I share online comes in her greedy hands and my mothers ones as well-hence why she has been calling me so much this night. Of course this has to do something with the picture I have shared of Noah and I-she absolutely does not agree with her brainwashed Christian mind that I work for a band like Bad Omens. Noah-and the rest of the band-do not know everything much by detail, something I for now want to keep it that way, as I am not very fond of talking about my family and our history.

‘That woman again?’ he huffs, shaking his head in slight disbelief of my words. ‘She's such a pain in the ass… What does she want this time?’

‘She probably wants to know why the hell I posed with you like that on our selfie,’ I sigh out of annoyance. ‘Hailey, how can you work for guys looking like that? Hailey, they are covered in tattoos, please tell me you will not do the same! Hailey, how can you work with guys worshiping the devil?’ I mock my mothers words in her annoyingly so called worried voice, the words being something she repeats to me so many times whenever she has the chance to talk to me.

Noah groans in annoyance and rolls his eyes at the sound of my mothers remarks. I know that the woman never fails to astound him. ‘Jesus Christ,’ he curses with a low voice, pinching the bridge of his nose as if I just said something that’s giving him a headache. Well, my mother sure as hell gives me that nine out of ten times.

‘Can’t you just ignore your mother at times? Just until she finally gets the fucking message? Like… how do you even keep up with her bullshit?’

‘Ha, good joke,’ I mumble at him. ‘Nah, if I don’t respond in a few days, she just calls my aunt, because she knows me and my aunt get along way better and that knows more about how I’m currently doing than my mom does. God, I wish she could just accept the fact that I’m an adult and have, and can have, my own life,’ I explain with annoyance.

The more I talk about my mother, the more Noah also seems to become annoyed with the situation, as if he knows where I’m talking about. ‘Damn,’ he groans after I just finished speaking, pinching the bridge of his nose out of stress.

‘Your mom is one annoying human being, you know that?’ he half jokes, but gives me an apologetic look after.

‘Oh trust me-I know,’ I say back, sighing. ‘It's one of the reasons I had no problem getting kicked out by her when she didn’t want me living with her and the rest of the family anymore, back when I was a teen. That’s why I moved from the UK all the way here in America to start a better life with my aunt.’

Noah listens to the words I speak, the annoyance on his face slowly fading away a bit more. ‘I have to say… I still gotta respect you for that. That’s kind of impressive, honestly,’ he softly jokes with a smirk, now nudging his shoulder against me, seeming to try to lessen my stress and annoyance because of my mother by doing so.

‘Anyone would want to escape from that woman,’ I mumble. ‘And somehow I was the bad guy. Just because I didn’t agree nor believe in her oh so holy Christian beliefs when I grew up,’ I mockingly say.

‘Oh God… your mother is one of those Christians?’ Noah asks, the annoyed expression on his face reappearing immediately as he hears me telling about it. ‘Jesus… No wonder she doesn’t like us then. She probably sees us as some kind of Satan worshippers,’ he grumbles out, rolling his eyes.

I can’t help but snort at his words as I nod. ‘Yeah, and she now thinks that I am too. I bet that she probably tried to call me because she saw our picture, all panicked because you ‘lured me into your Satanic beliefs’ or something,’ I say, trying to let the last words sound all spooky to mock my mom and joke about the situation.

It makes a genuine chuckle leave Noah’s lips as I do so. ‘Ha, yeah, that’s exactly it…’ he says with a wide smirk, now shaking his head. ‘Your mom makes everything sound so much worse than it actually is… I mean.. we’re not as evil as she makes us out to be, are we?’ he then jokes.

‘Of course not,’ I laugh, shaking my head. ‘But yeah, she was not exactly thrilled that I have a job as a stylist working for a metal band.’

Noah rolls his eyes as I say that. ‘Your mom is always so over dramatic about everything man, whenever I hear you talk about her… honestly, a girl your age shouldn’t have to worry about keeping her mother from being so dramatic and stressed about her life choices,’ he tells me, smiling with a chuckle, and I know that he means well with those words.

‘I know. It’s just… we have been through a lot together, so sometimes it still kinda hurts that she just won't love and accept me for who I am, or the choices I make and how I decide to live my life,’ I shrug, trying to talk casually about it. As I do, the slight playful smile on Noah’s face turns into a more empathetic and understanding one. He seems to frown at the thought of it, and his brows furrow slightly at the sight of me trying to seem all casual about the situation.

‘Well… it’s her loss,’ he tells me after with a shrug as he shoves his hands in his pockets, now looking at me with an expression that looks a lot more compassionate.

‘Guess so. I mean, my aunt is more of a mother to me anyways,’ I mumble, and then sigh as I click on my mothers name on my phone, just to simply text her back: ‘Don’t have time to talk right now, mum. I’ll call you back when I can find the right moment.’

Noah moves a bit closer to me now after I hit the send button, putting his hand on my shoulder and gently squeezing it to comfort me. ‘There you go,’ he chuckles softly as his eyes gaze over my phone. ‘Hopefully that’s enough to keep her from bugging you for the rest of the night.’

‘Yeah… And otherwise I’ll just turn my notifications off,’ I shrug, and then click on the two texts that I have gotten from my best friend Sarah a couple of hours ago.

‘Girl, since when do you have a boyfriend?? How come it’s Noah?? I know you told me you find him hot and all but oh my god??’

‘Pleaseee text me back asap, I want to know everything!! The tea is hot and I’m sat’

I roll my eyes as I chuckle a bit when I read her texts. Of course Sarah wants to know every detail about what happened, which is fair since we haven’t been able to catch up for a while.

I suddenly hear Noah clear his throat, making me look up from my phone to look at him. He casually-or at least, tries to-walks next to me with his hands still in his pockets, the smirk on his face growing by the second. I raise my eyebrows, as I ask him: ‘What’s so funny?’

He shakes his head and he then meets my gaze, his smirk still big. ‘Nothing,; he says all innocently, the playful glint reappearing in his eyes. ‘It's just… I saw the text from your friend,’ he chuckles, now pointing at the phone in my hand.

I chuckle, while I smile. ‘Oh yeah, she saw the picture of us together. She of course wants to know all the details.’

‘I figured…’ he laughs now, his smirk becoming more and more cocky. ‘Not gonna lie though. I feel honored by the fact that you told her you think I’m hot,’ he admits cockily and winks at me.

My eyes turn a bit wide when I look from him, to my phone, and then back to him, my cheeks turning a deep red color. ‘I… Well…’ I begin to stammer, feeling a bit embarrassed and caught. ‘It’s not polite to just stare at someone’s phone, y’know,’ I just try to casually say, pretending to not be affected by his words.

Noah just starts laughing loudly now as he notices the look on my face, seeming to of course enjoy every second of seeing me flustered at what he just said. ‘Sorry, I just couldn’t help it,’ he chuckles, shrugging his shoulders and then looking at me with a mischievous smirk and teasing glint in his eyes.

‘Hmm. I’ll just let it slip for now, Sebastian,’ I say with one raised eyebrow, deciding to just tease him back.

‘Oh, you will?’ Noah shoots back with still that smirk on his face and raised eyebrow on his own, shaking his head slightly with a chuckle as he looks down at me with a cocky yet amused look on his face. ‘How kind of you.’

The teasing smile on his face grows wider as he again chuckles, the playfulness in his eyes making him more flirtatious and mischievous than ever.

‘Oh shut up you. I need a drink now,’ I mumble, hoping the red in my face will quickly disappear, as we make our way to the afterparty in the building.

Noah again laughs at the sight of the red on my cheeks. For a second his eyes take in my appearance, as he smirks once again. ‘I can get you a drink,’ he responds, then looking at me with a challenging twinkle in his eyes. ‘If you manage to keep yourself from looking at me, and my hot body full of tattoos of course,’ he says so teasingly-of course still referring to my Sarah’s text that exposed me-that it makes me roll my eyes for a second.

‘Oh, I can easily do that,’ I say while narrowing my eyes at him, my voice sounding slightly playful.

‘You think so?’ Noah shoots back with a grin, now tilting his face slightly to give me a challenging look while he still walks next to me. ‘I doubt it. My tattoos are way too cool not to look at, and a cute little thing like you? I can practically bet money on it that you’ll give in after just a few seconds.’

He is clearly testing me and trying to get a reaction out of me with his teasing yet daring words, so I just snort at him. ‘Oh please. A few seconds? A bit cocky today, are we now, Noah?’

‘Cocky? Or confident? I’d say I’m confident,’ he shoots back, smirking proudly. ‘There is quite a difference, you know?’ he then chuckles.

We are nearing the small backstage area that will lead to the afterparty as we talk. The private bar is located for those who are allowed backstage, which I am thanks to our backstage passes and Noah bringing me with him. We walk towards the toilets as we are inside.

‘You wait here please, I’m going to change into something more party-like real quick,’ I say as I walk into a toilet stall and lock the door behind me.

I quickly get out of my simple work tee and pants, getting my strapless maroon dress with open back that’s folded neatly out of my small-but yet big enough that I can fit a couple of things inside-shoulder bag that I’ve brought with me. The dress looks quite nice on me as I say so myself-the dress hugs my curves and lets my roundings from front and back stand out very well. After that I put on some matching heels that are nice looking yet not too uncomfortable to walk and stand on, and after that I put a hand through my hair to get it to look a little more nice. When I feel good about my looks I walk out of the toilet stall, seeing Noah waiting for me while he scrolls on his phone.

‘Tadaaa,’ I say, spinning around quickly so he can see my look.

As Noah hears the sound of the toilet stall door opening, he looks up from his phone and puts it back in the backpocket of his jeans, and as soon as his eyes fall on me walking out of the stall and my little spin, his eyes go a little wider as his jaw drops a little.

‘Oh wow…’ is all he seems to be able to say as he takes in my form, his eyes looking me up and down. He is not even trying to hide the smirk that is appearing on his face after, as he then slowly shakes his head while taking me in once more.

It makes me smirk broadly myself when I see his reaction, jokingly saying: ‘And weren’t you the one saying that I would be the one not being able to keep my hands off you?’

‘I’m pretty sure those words did leave my mouth, yes,’ he responds, his smirk only widening when he hears my sassy comment. ‘And I don’t think I've ever been proven more wrong, honestly,’ he says as his eyes take in every inch of my body again in my dress, not even hiding the way he is practically admiring my every feature right now.

‘Just wait. I bet I can spend the whole evening without touching you. You in? Or are you afraid to lose?’ I mischievously smile at him.

‘Oh now that…’ -he lets out a devious chuckle at my question, the glint in his eyes only growing more and more mischievous as well as he takes a step closer towards me- ‘...that sounds like a challenge.’

As he speaks further, he looks at me through his eyelashes. ‘One I’m gladly willing to accept, even,’ he says huskily, his expression turning darker as he shoots me a naughty smirk.

‘Okay…’ I start, now also taking a few steps closer to him as I return his smirk. ‘Then it goes in now,’ I whisper into his ear when I stand on my toes to reach it, and then when I stand back normally again I look at him through my eyelashes with a seductive look.

‘Oh yeah? I hope you’re preparing yourself to lose then,’ he smirks as he again moves a bit closer to me, leaning in as his face hovers closely to my own, the devilish look on his face showing he’s gonna try his absolute best to make me break the rule. He wishes.

‘Hmm… I think I will be fine,’ I say as I narrow my eyes with a naughty smile, before turning around to walk away, knowing very well that my behind and moving curves are perfectly displayed in the dress I’m wearing.

‘Ha, we’ll see about that,’ I hear Noah mumble behind him, making me shake my head and chuckle to myself.

I walk towards the bar to order myself my first drink, noticing that a few guys standing around the bar at the order side are eyeing my chest more than my eyes, which makes me look at them with a nasty look before turning my back at them, focusing on a talk with my female colleagues I then spot. They excitedly and happily tell me their congratulations when I tell them about the nomination I got from the SMA's.

‘That’s so exciting,’ a light skinned girl from my age, Pearl, tells me when I tell her about the interview and photoshoot that comes with it. Her dark, curly hair is clipped behind her ears, and she wears a short, shiny, light blue-greenish dress that compliments her body and brown skin very well.

‘Tell me about it,’ I smile. ‘Have to admit though, that I’m also quite nervous about it…’

‘Oh yeah, that’s very logical, it’s your first interview for something like this, right?’

I nod, and Pearl returns it with an understanding but reassuring smile. ‘I’m absolutely sure everything will go just fine. Also…’ she now leans more into me, making me lean more towards her as well, and her eyes now wander to Noah standing in the corner of the room with a drink, alongside Nick and another guy they are talking to.

‘Things are getting more serious, huh?’ she smirks. ‘I’ve always wondered if you guys got something going on, to be honest… With the way you two always act around each other and such,’ she adds, making me blush a little.

‘Really?’ I nervously ask, and Pearl nods at me.

‘Yeah… I mean, girl-have you seen the way Noah looks at you? I wish a guy could look at me like that,’ she laughs, and I join her, while also feeling a bit warm about the way Noah seems to look at me when I don’t notice.

‘I just…’ I begin to stumble, feeling a little stuck if I could tell my new madly friend a bit of the truth, since Noah and I aren’t really officially out yet. But by the way she looks at me with such a kind and honest look, I decide that I will, also desperately wanting to share my thoughts and feelings with someone about all of this.

‘Well, let’s say I developed a little crush on him since the day I started working for him and the band,’ I shyly laugh as I begin to explain everything to her, making Pearl knowingly smirk at me. Goddammit. ‘And… when he started returning the jokes I made towards him, and our bond became closer, the jokes just turned a little more into teasing and sometimes even flirting as well… It has been going on for months now, and I couldn’t help but always had some sort of hope because of that, that he likes me back and all…’

‘Well, he obviously does,’ Pearl laughs while she shakes her head at me, taking a sip of her drink. ‘Like c’mon, everyone can tell. The tension between you two…’

I blush one again because of her words, nervously twirling a lock of hair around my finger. ‘You think so?’

‘Duh!’ she certainly exclaims, making me giggle a little, taking a few sips of my drink as well.

‘Well… Something may have happened between us last night…’ I say a little softer now with again a small giggle, making Pear’s eyes turn wide out of curiosity and excitement.

‘Hello-tell me everything!’ Pear exclaims as she seems to almost want to jump up and down of everything I have just been telling, making me try to calm her down as I shoot her a little awkward smile.

‘Okay so…’ I begin, as I take a deep breath with the corners of my mouth curling up again. ‘Me and Noah slept together last night. The night before this show, I mean.’

‘GIRL!’ Pearl now beams because of my words, which makes a couple of people look at both me and her, and as I laugh at her I again try to calm her down by shushing her.

‘How was it?!’ she now wants to know, making me look at Noah again for a moment, still standing in the corner of the room with Nick and the other guy. As soon as his eyes lock with mine, I can’t help but swoon a little when I think back of our intimate moment last night. It also doesn’t help that he winks at me, making me quickly shoot my eyes at Pearl again as I grin with slight colored cheeks. And, it makes me shoot back a lot more of my drink, making me squeeze my eyes shut for a couple of seconds.

‘Trust me… Noah is like some kind of God in bed, and I’m not even religious,’ I slur a little now that the alcohol starts kicking it, making me giggle like some in love teenager, and Pearl groans out of playful jealousy and excitement.

‘Damn girl. Noah Sebastian and Hailey Clark slept together… I must say, you two make quite the attractive couple…’ Pearl then winks at me as she said those words, and I blush for what feels like the hundredth time this night.

‘You think so?’ I ask Pearl whilst still being flattered about it, and she heavily nods.

‘C’mon, look at you two, being handsome and everything,’ she cheers, making me laugh behind my hand.

‘Yeah… Noah is quite handsome indeed,’ I answer, my mind trailing off to daydream about him-shirtless, touching me, kissing me… which then reminds me of the bet me and Noah made, so I quickly try to snap out of my unholy daydreams.

‘You don’t have to tell me twice,’ Pearl giggles, and when we say our goodbyes after because she spots someone else she knows, I walk towards Noah and the other guys he is standing with, with now a wine glass in my hands after I ordered it.

As Noah sees me walking towards him and the others, a devilish smirk appears on his face immediately. When I stand next to him, he glances at me, his eyes slowly trailing over my form, before coming back towards my face again while the smirk on his face only widens.

‘Hi there,’ I greet him with a sly smile, and then nod as a greeting to the others.

‘Noah was just about to tell us about that time you were absolutely shit faced and me and Jolly had to carry him to our hotel room ourselves, right Noah?’ Nick says with a playful smile towards him, making the other guys in the circle laugh and I can’t help but chuckle softly as well.

Noah rolls his eyes at Nick, but the smile still remains on his face as he slowly shakes his head. ‘Yeah, yeah, very funny,’ he says, ‘I can still remember the both of you had to carry me, and I mean I can’t help it if I’m a little weak to alcohol sometimes, can I?’ he now shoots back with a chuckle, and gives me a teasing look after as he turns to look at me again.

‘Ah, no of course not Noah,’ Nick chuckles and I shake my head with a little laughter, my head now filled with an image of Noah having to be carried to the hotel room by Nick and Jolly, it was probably a funny moment.

‘How sad that I missed that moment,’ I now smirk at Noah, leaning towards him just a little, so our hips almost touch each other.

My words make him raise an eyebrow with a small, playful smile. ‘Oh, I’m sure we can arrange that this will happen another time,’ he chuckles, returning my smirk and mirroring my action by leaning just a little closer to me as well, our hips now inches apart. Interesting move, Sebastian.

‘Well, make sure that I won’t miss it this time then,’ I wink, as I then take a sip of my wine. ‘But please not tonight though… I do not really look forward to having to carry you with that other idiot,’ I say, pointing at Nick, who pretends to be offended by my words.

Noah laughs at my comment, shaking his head as he looks over at Nick. ‘You hear that, Nick? Hailey doesn’t want to carry me with you, or the both of us I think,’ he teases Nick with a chuckle, earning him a small punch against his shoulder and a laugh.

‘I think she would rather have you carry her home instead, mate,’ Nick jokes while jokingly slapping against his shoulder a few times before leaving with the other guys, making me shake my head with a little laugh. Noah does the same, his eyes now trailing back to me. He raises an eyebrow as his eyes meet mine again.

‘So, little mouse, you want me to carry you home instead, huh?’ he says, a smirk visible on his face again as he starts to lean even closer towards me, but this time from the front.

‘Maybe… too bad we still have that bet going on, though,’ I teasingly yet daringly smirk at him, putting both my hands behind my bag.

His eyes widen a little as I mention the best, and he lets out a sigh after-a frustrated and amused sigh-as if he forgot our bet for a moment. ‘Oh I know…’ he says, sounding just a little tired, while he trails one of his fingers over my shoulder in the air, then over my chest, and stops it as it’s just inches away from my skin. ‘Do you have an idea how much I have to keep myself back from touching you right now, mouse, hm?’

‘Is that you saying that I’m gonna win the bet?’ I say as the corners of my mouth curl even more upwards.

A low and frustrated groan leaves Noah’s mouth as he looks away, taking a sip of his drink, before looking back at me with narrowed eyes. ‘Don’t be so full of yourself, mouse. I’m going to win-I always win,’ he says in a low voice, before leaning closer again, his thumb now rubbing over my bottom lip… making me almost explode by amusement, but also sexual frustration.

‘Yet… here you are… Already losing,’ I say, smiling against his thumb.

He then freezes as he hears me, and his jaw drops slightly, making me bite my lip harshly to hold myself back from laughing madly. He slowly looks down at his thumb against my lip, then back at my face.

‘I… Oh for fucks sake, I…’ Noah tries to stumble out, before letting go of his glass that he quickly sets down on a small table next to us with his other hand, reaching for my waist with it instead. I squeal, giggling when he grabs me by the waist to push me frustratedly against his body.

‘Oh, how I love to see you frustrated like that,’ I smirk evilly, a playful twinkle in my eyes.

He groans again, his hands trailing onto my waist with a firm grip as he presses himself close against me. ‘You’re enjoying this quite a lot, aren’t you? Seeing me being so frustrated like this…’ he whispers in my ears, his breath ghosting over my skin.

‘I quite do actually, yeah,’ I smirk, looking him straight into his eyes as he leans back from my ear. His eyes lock with mine, and he lets out yet another groan as he shakes his head, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead against mine.

‘God, it just makes me want to kiss you all over, mouse. It’s driving me insane…’ he whispers, as his hands now slide up and down my waist.

‘Not here in public, right?’ I teasingly dare him, and he huffs as his hands suddenly tighten the grip at my waist, his teeth gritting a little while he slightly shakes his head.

‘God… don’t tempt me. Not here, not now, or it will make me lose this bet I made-which starts over again now, by the way. I am not gonna lose again…’

‘Hmm, alright alright, calm down… I won’t tempt you,’ I say with a little mischievous smile, slowly taking a few steps away from him towards the dance floor in the middle of the room, which makes him drop his hands again. ‘Let’s see how good you are at keeping your words as I dance, okay?’

Noah takes a few deep breaths in through his nose, trying to calm himself down again as he watches me walking to the dance floor. ‘Oh, you’re a teasing little thing, aren’t you now…’

‘Maybe,’ I wink over my shoulder, and a tipsy giggle leaves my mouth when I enter the dance floor, beginning to move my hips and making my body feel loose as I dance along to the music in between the crowd.

My hands move over my body to my hair as I get lost in the music, my dress sliding up a little as I do so. I keep eye contact with Noah as I then confidently yet seductively dance.

Noah bites his lip as he sees my dress ride up just a little, and I see him mutter ‘Jesus Christ’ to himself as I look at his lips, a little goran leaving him as his eyes never once leave mine. I see him fight the urge to walk over to me at first, but he decides to do so as he says: ‘You really just can’t stay innocent, can you…’

‘Guess not,’ I say as I then teasingly stick my tongue out to him. A smirk returns to his face as soon as he sees me doing that, running his fingers through his hair as his eyes rake over my figure yet again.

‘You’re going to be the demise of me. You know that, don’t you?’ he says, almost growling slightly at the end.

‘Mhm,’ I giggle with a small nod, now dancing close to his body as I let my hips loose again. A low and frustrated groan leaves his mouth once more, and he can’t take his eyes away from my body, which is only moving closer and closer towards his body, almost inches apart. I love this, I love it so much to frustrate him and tease him so hard like this, seeing him struggle with the desire and need I am building up through him more and more.

And the moment I come close to him when I let my hips loose he can’t take his eyes away from my body, making him seem more and more frustrated by the second. His hands then immediately reach out to my hips, and his fingers dig into my flesh as he lets out a deep grumble. When he pushes me against him, a small gasp leaves my mouth, grinning because I won-once again. His eyes flutter close as he feels my body against his, and his breaths grow deeper. But the smirk soon disappears from his face again though, as his eyes suddenly widen, now realizing as well that he just reached out to me again without even noticing he just did it. It makes me feel quite confident and powerful if I’m honest, and I playfully grind against him a little while I dance, and when I can feel his pants tighten because of that I smirk broadly.

‘Oh for f…’ he mutters, not finishing his sentence when he bites his lip out of frustration, looking like he wants to start walking away, but he then suddenly stops in his tracks when he feels me grinding against him. It makes him bite his lip once again, his grip on my hips tightening.

‘I love how I can wrap you around my finger just like that,’ I grin when I turn around to face him again, playfully giving his nose a boop. ‘It’s just so easy…’ I then say, resting my arms in his neck as a mischievous smile appears on my face yet again.

Noah groans again and rolls his eyes at my comment, but his breath hitches slightly as he feels my arms around his neck. He shakes his head again, a smirk appearing on his face.

‘You’re a menace. You know that, right?’ he then replies to me, before quickly removing my arms again and cursing under his breath when he realizes he’s just once again touching me without even noticing. Oh, how I love this.

‘Well, there I go-losing yet again,’ he mumbles, ‘and that in front of all these people as well…’

‘Fuck them,’ I shrug at his words. ‘I mean, they apparently kinda noticed already that something is going on between us-so I’ve heard-and everyone probably saw our picture together as well… So, just turn that little anxious brain of yours off, yeah?’ I smirk, feeling myself definitely getting tipsy now as I blurt out these words.

Noah’s nostrils flare as he seems to realize how drunk of confidence I am getting of my drinks, and it clearly gets too much for him as he gives his head a firm shake with a groan. His hands grip my hips again as I still stand in front of him with a teasing and knowing grin, having him say:

‘Fine. I can’t fight it anymore. Just… just go crazy, I guess.’

His eyes are almost turning dark with desire, making me slightly chuckle at him. ‘Good. I will, as long as you’ll join me,’ I grin.

Noah bites his lips for a second before a devilish smirk appears on his face as well, and a dark look appears in his eyes.

‘Oh doll… You know I will,’ he says in a low, growly voice, his eyes raking up and down my body. ‘Now come here.’

I am so turned on by his words and dark gaze alone, so it makes me jump into his arms without thinking about it, wrapping my legs around his body instinctively, making him carry us from the dance room to another, small dark room, with just some dim red lights and little furniture. We both don’t really seem to care about where we are, we just want to feel each other-as soon as he closes the door behind him, he takes no more time as he pushes me against the wall, his body pinned flushed against me between the wall and him. He places his hands on my waist and groans deeply as he buries his face into my neck, making a moan already escape from my lips as he begins to kiss my neck, closing my eyes out of pleasure right away.

The sounds of my moan is all he needs to hear, and he starts sucking on my skin, his hands running over my body while he pins himself even closer against me. ‘You don’t know how bad you got me craving to touch you like this with those dance moves of yours, little mouse,’ he whispers in between kisses all over my neck.

I roll my eyes back by hearing him speak those words to me and run my fingers through his hair, as I enjoy every single kiss on my sensitive skin. His own breaths grow deeper and deeper as he kisses and sucks all over my neck now, his hands sliding all over my body as he presses himself even more flush against me.

‘God, you’re driving me wild, doll, you know that?’ he groans lowly, his teeth grazing over my neck. His words alone drive me absolutely wild and hot, so I grab his face to hungirly kiss him.

He lets out an approving groan against my mouth as mine meets his, before kissing me back just as passionately as if he has been craving this all night. ‘Fuck,’ he then hisses against my mouth as his hands hold onto my hips fiercely now.

The combination of his cursing and his tongue circling around mine makes me moan deeply in response, and by the way he keeps pressing our bodies closer and closer together until there is no single space left, my dress keeps on sliding higher and higher.

Noah’s grip on my hips just keeps on tightening as he feels the fabric ride up as well. ‘God damn-it’s so hard to keep that promise just to keep my fucking hands off you right now…’

‘Fuck that promise, honest to God,’ I mumble with a hoarse voice, wanting and needing him to touch and kiss me everywhere at this point.

‘You don’t have to tell me twice… I can’t keep my hands off you even if I wanted to,’ Noah groans against my mouth, his hands now wandering up and down my body as he keeps me pinned between himself and the wall.

I can feel Noah’s hands moving to the part where my dress is raised, tucking on the waist of my underwear, making me smirk against his lips a little. ‘Oh, you want me that bad, do you now?’

His breath hitches as he feels the fabric of my panties, and he bites his lips for a second when they leave mine, his big, hard bulge pressing the inner part of my thigh as he looks into my eyes.

‘Is that even a question, doll?’ he smirks back. ‘You have been teasing me all damn night, and now we’re finally here alone together, all mine…’

The feeling of him getting hard as he is pressed against me makes me a hot wet mess, and before he can say anything else again I already take my panties off, craving him more by the second. His eyes grow wider as he watches me do so, letting out a shaky and needing breath, his eyes looking over my entire form. ‘God…’

His hands move more lower, feeling the outer part of my core, making me gasp and shiver, and I slowly moan as he begins rubbing it. My eyes squeeze shut, enjoying the pleasure so much. He lets out a groan as his fingers explore my center, watching my facial expressions as I let out my moans.

‘You really are such a vision,’ he whispers in a low, husky voice as his fingers start moving in slow, circular motions over me.

And for fucks sake, his hand and fingers are heavenly on and inside of me, so I begin to turn into a heavy panting mess. He smirks as he sees how good I am feeling, still taking in every expression I make, not being able to take his eyes off me.

‘God, that’s it,’ he encourages as my breathing becomes even heavier, his words shooting to my core right away. Noah then doesn’t hesitate as he unbelts his pants with his other hands as he keeps his eyes on his fingers inside of me. His pants slide down his knees and he smoothly pulls off his boxers after, unraveling his length being very excited to wanting to enter me himself, making me smirk widely and evilly.

‘You’re quite an excited boy yourself, hm?’ I say as I shoot him a playful wink.

‘You wouldn’t guess how excited you’ve been making me all night, baby,’ he replies, his voice hoarse and full of lust now. I whimper just by hearing those ungodly yet for me holy words alone, and when he finally enters inside of me in a fast movement full of desire, my mouth jaw drops open full of overwhelming pleasure hitting me right away.

His head suddenly drops to the crook of my neck as his breaths get deeper and faster, and he grips onto my waist again to hold himself steady. ‘Oh, God,’ he groans out loud.

As he moves fastly in and out of me, the sound of our skin connecting fills the room, and with every movement he makes I moan and pant faster and harder. Noah presses his forehead against mine now so he can look into my eyes, the pleasure growing more and more with every movement now.

‘Hailey,’ he grunts out my name, his hands holding even more onto my waist. Every time I think our sex can’t get even hotter than the last, Noah always seems to be able to surprise me by getting wilder and loser every time we get intimate again, and I swear that I am almost a leaking mess around his length inside of me.

‘Noah,’ I moan his name back out loud as he keeps thrusting inside of me. His own breathing becomes faster and faster just like mine, as if his own breathing can’t even keep up with his own movements. I’m drowning in our heath and pleasure, and he closes his eyes as he groans against my mouth.

As I open my eyes my gaze locks with his for a few seconds, his eyes dark with lust and a devilish smile spreading on his face before his eyes squeeze shut, making me feel like he is very close to the edge as well.

‘Not yet,’ I then hear him murmur towards himself, and he then suddenly in a quick movement lets me go, making my heels clack against the tile floor for a second before he spins me around to press my body against the wall. I just gasp out of surprise yet also excitement, as his length enters me from behind with a quick, fluid movement. He pulls a low growl from his throat as he grips my hips tightly again, and it’s like he is overflowing with lust for me right now-he thrusts into me again with a fast pace, making my jaw fall wide open as I can’t hold back my loud moans, making me fall his name over my lips a couple of times as well.

‘Yeah, that’s me,’ he whispers in my ear in a low voice, his breath quickening even more as he moves against me with an even faster pace than before. ‘You know how bad I have been wanting to do this to you all day, ever since I saw you in my dressing room again? Imagining all the things I could do to your body as I was still on stage?’ he groans out, and I grip around him tighter with his thrusts.

And God, I almost can’t handle the pleasure mixed with his hot words all at once, as I cry out my pleasure to him. ‘Fucking hell,’ I groan, trying to keep standing on both my feet as he keeps moving in and out of me.

He lets out a moan against my neck, his hands trailing from my hips to my thighs for a second. ‘You like it, don’t you, doll?’ he whispers with his lips against my neck, turning my head around towards his face so he can give me a sloppy and teasing kiss. ‘You want me so damn bad, don’t you?’

I moan out loud just by his words alone again, and heavily nod as I do. ‘So bad,’ I breathe out with a high pitched voice, ‘always so bad.’

Hearing me saying that seems to make him feel even more excited, as he grips into my hips even tighter, pressing me right against him.

‘You’re mine… all mine,’ he mutters to me with another hungry kiss, his tongue entering my mouth. And that then makes me hit my climax hard, making me squeeze my eyes shut, panting and moaning out the pleasure that hits me, as my arms turn around to grab his bicep, almost digging my nails deeply into his skin, my legs shaking in the moment.

His head drops inside the crook of my neck, his own breathing heavy and quick as he can feel me gripping around him so tightly, gripping onto me tighter as he feels my nails in his bicep. His hair is lightly brushing against my neck as he tries to just take deep breaths, while he groans deeply and loudly as he lets every moment of our pleasure hit him all at once.

‘God, babe,’ he mutters against my skin, not even having the breath for more words right now.

‘Come for me,’ I whisper to him as I still try to catch my own breath, my wet spot almost already drooling all over again by the sight of him getting overwhelmed with his own pleasure. He immediately moans at the words that I tell him, his head burying his face into the crook of my neck again as that alone sends him to the edge. He then slowly pulls out of me, making me turn around so we can share a few more sloppy and hungrily kisses, and after that we let each other go again so we can both catch our breath. A smug grin appears on Noah’s face as he notices that I am still out of breath as well.

‘Fucking hell,’ I breathe out, ‘I have to kick these out for a few minutes if you don’t mind,’ I say with a small chuckle as I kick my heels off-my legs are currently way too shake to be able to still stand on my heels right now.

Noah just shakes his head, not bothering to actually reply, and a chuckle escapes his lips as well as he takes a few more heavy, deep breaths and looks at me. ‘Not at all,’ he then lets out, smiling sweetly as his hands softly caresses one side of my face, making sure I have him to lean onto while I get used to having my feet firmly onto the ground-as if he didn’t just fuck my brains out a minute ago.

I stand next to Noah in silence, blinking a few times as I get in thought. I knew he did not ever lie with the confidence and smoothness he always carried around him, but damn-he can be very wild, seductive and hot as hell when it comes to sex. Not gonna lie, I have always liked it rough and dirty as well, but I have never met someone who reached and needed that same level as me, until I met Noah and got intimate with him. And I’m actually glad, because it always made me feel as if I had to be ashamed of the intense and seductive way I like to be intimate with someone.

I can feel him looking back at me, smiling as he sees my flushed face, his eyes then slipping to my lips, that probably look slightly chewed and messy after our passionate make-out session. He smiles even wider as his big arms wrap themselves around my waist loosely, and he places a sweet kiss against my forehead.

‘You good to stand?’ he asks, a small teasing tone to his voice, but still very sweet and genuine overall.

‘Yeah… I’m fine now,’ I chuckle, and I give him a deep, long kiss before I get on my heels again. ‘Show must go on,’ I huff when I look down at them, stroking my short dress neat again, and then looking at the small mirror hanging randomly hanging in the quite empty, all black room, so I can make sure my hair is somewhat decent looking enough for others to look at again.

‘Show must go on,’ he repeats my sentence, his hand reaching forwards to help fix my hair a bit, softly stroking through them. I enjoy his now soft, gentle hands stroking through my hair, almost closing my eyes as he does so.

‘Mhm,’ I just answer with a small smile, playing a bit nervously with my fingers. This intense, intimate moment got me thinking, worrying and wondering all over again about what it all means-or what it shouldn’t mean, in such a short moment of us trying to calm down our bodies again. It makes me feel anxious-and also afraid, I guess-in such a short second, that it feels like it tightens up my throat, all because of my feelings for him bubbling up again, getting stronger and stronger with every private moment we have.

‘You sure you alright?’ he asks with a slight teasing tone to his voice, but also with just a hint of concern, as he sees through me. ‘You seem a little nervous.’

‘Well…’ I begin with a sigh while I nervously tuck a few strands of still messy hair behind my ears, my feet now ticking on the floor. ‘I just have been wondering something tonight… well, actually for a couple of nights now I guess…’

Noah glances over at me, his eyebrows slowly raising up, as his expression changes to curiosity. ‘And what have you been wondering?’

My gaze then lowers towards the floor, my heart beginning to pound a little faster, as I am anxious for this conversation and the subject itself, and for all the answers I could possibly get-or not get.

‘I have been wondering how you have been feeling. About all of this…’

As I say the last words, I dare to look up at him again. ‘You and me, I mean. Us. Or if there’s no us. Or if there will be an us, or not, or if you like me or not, if you are even into dating at all,’ I continue to nervously ramble at him.

His expression turns a little softer as he understands what I want to talk about, and he then gives me a sweet smile, before he slowly approaches me again.

‘Hey,’ he says, now just softly tilting my head up by my chin, looking into my eyes. ‘I like you. A lot,’ he answers me with confidence, smiling softly as he looks at me.

I can’t help but smile back right away as I hear those words, whilst feeling shy and flustered, my heart beating as if I just ran the marathon. ‘You do…? Really?’

He smiles as his thumb softly strokes over my cheek while he keeps his hand at my chin, holding my face so I can look straight at him. ‘Do you really think I would just kiss you, tease you and touch you like this every time, if I don’t like you?’ he asks as he smirks, teasing me on purpose. Of course.

I let out a chuckle, but bite my lip anxiously after. ‘Yeah… It’s just… I wondered if you also feel more than just being attracted to me, I mean.’

‘I am attracted to you,’ he says as he still smirks, his eyes lighting up a little bit as he can’t seem to help but flirt a little with me again to make the mood a little bit lighter, my anxiety clearly being strongly present. ‘But I know what you mean. Well… I don’t do just stuff like this with everyone or anyone, trust me on that,’ he smiles.

‘And I know what it looks like,’ he then adds after I just give him silence as a response. ‘And yeah, I guess in a way it could make me look like someone who just doesn’t care about commitment that much, right?’

I shrug at that, but my stupid anxious mind still does not have the right answer it is looking for. He again smiles, seeing how nervously I am still about getting the answer I need. His hand moves from my cheek to to the small of my back, bringing me closer to him.

‘What I am trying to say, and ask you Hailey…’ he starts, looking down at me with all the confidence he has. ‘If you would like to get together… Exclusively.’

As my heart beats madly by hearing those words from him, a big and happy smile grows on my face. Yet, I still can’t help but tease him: ‘Still not taking me on an official date first?’ I smirk, but before he can even answer my joke I already wrap my arms tightly around him, while I muffle in his shirt: ‘You know I’d want nothing else but be with you.’

He lets out a breath of relief when he feels my arms wrap around him, squeezing me a little together. ‘Me too. Nothing else but you,’ he whispers against my hair, placing a kiss against it as my head rests against his chest. ‘You're mine.’

It feels like my heart explodes by hearing his words, warmth spreading across my chest as I smile even wider. His head ducks down, tilting mine upwards as he places another soft yet passionate kiss against my lips, his hands now softly stroking my waist and back just as lovingly.

‘I very much love to be yours,’ I smile back against his lips after he presses kiss after kiss on me.

‘All mine,’ he mumbles against my lips, his own brushing against mine again after he said that, just teasing me with the touch more than properly kissing me right now.

‘Yours,’ I say back with a small chuckle, and then slowly get myself out of his grip. I begin to jawn, slightly blushing after out of embarrassment. ‘Sorry. The concert, party, the drinks and…’ I smirk a little as I take a small pause, ‘our activity, has very much exhausted me.’

He smirks as I yawn, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. ‘Well, we do need to get up early tomorrow,’ he says with a sigh, and lets out a small chuckle after that. ‘Maybe it is smarter to go home and get some proper rest, right?’

‘Yeah, guess so,’ I lazily smile back. ‘Also,’ I then start, as I pat him on the chest in a playful manner, ‘you have completely gotten our tour schedule rotten in your head, haven’t you?’ I joke with a small grin.

‘Tonight was the last show. We have a break for like a week now. Which means…’ I stop for a second, to excitedly throw my hands in the air as I chant: ‘Sleeping in!’

Noah softly laughs at my playful tone, shaking his head. ‘Awww, man,’ he groans right away, a sarcastic grin on his face as he jokingly frowns about it. ‘That’s a damn shame-because I was looking forward to spending another day with you,’ he smirks, his hands wrapping around my waist loosely, pulling me closer to him.

‘I mean, that can be arranged,’ I smirk back at him. ‘We can spend tomorrow together, y’know, if you’d like.’

He smiles at my suggestion. ‘Yeah… I would love that,’ he smirks, his hands now softly slipping under the back neckline of my dress, touching the skin there gently. ‘You wouldn’t mind spending another day with me whilst you’re free?’ he jokes teasingly, acting if he is insecure about the thought of that. ‘As long as you make my back survive that, I sure wouldn’t mind, I teasingly wink at him, but it’s also kinda true-my back is starting to kinda tell me that me and Noah have been… a little wild.

‘Oh…’ he teases me as a mischievous grin grows on his face. ‘Did I really do that much of a number on you, that you are now not sure if your back will survive?’ he smirks as his voice is low and still teasing, his hands softly moving up and down my back, touching the skin there just softly enough to tease me with it. ‘Or is that your way of telling me that you want me to massage you?’

‘Maybe both, maybe one of those answers… Who knows,’ I smirk as I shrug my shoulders. He smirks again at my tone and attitude, as his hands continue to move softly over my back, his fingertips sliding over my bare skin gently.

‘How about this…’ he starts, his voice lowering as he now moves his lips to my neck. ‘I’ll massage your back, and maybe take care of some other parts of your body as well…’ he then smiles against my neck.

I grin back, giggling a little as a warm and excited pang shoots through my stomach by hearing his proposal. ‘Deal,’ I say, kissing his cheek after. He then lets his lips press against my lips for another soft, passionate kiss.

‘Well, then…’ he chuckles a little, and with that he just picks me up from the ground in a smooth movement, making me squeal a little and laugh, and I wrap my arms around his neck. ‘Let’s head home right now…’

‘Your place or mine?’ I smirk, knowing that both our houses aren’t very far from the venue we are right now, as we all planned that with the band and crew together since this is the last show for a week.

‘I think mine is still a little closer than yours,’ he mischievously smirks. ‘And, I have proper massaging oil at home anyways, so…’

I giggle again as I nod. ‘Alright, alright. deal. ‘Do we need a cab?’

As he continues holding me in his arms while I talk to him, he chuckles as he shakes his head at my words. ‘Oh, no no no… We are walking this-it’s not that far,’ he playfully and confidently grins at me, glancing down at me again as he sees the playful twinkle appear in my eyes as well, making him smirk at me again.

I teasingly roll my eyes at him. ‘Fine. I would love to see you carrying me the entire way towards your home anyway, because you of course will still be doing that right?’ I grin at him.

‘Of course,’ he smirks as we leave the small room and walk towards the exit, laughing a little in between as everyone at the party looks at us with both confusion and a little laughter as well. ‘I mean… I am already carrying you-I guess I should continue doing that, right?’ he winks at me.

He continues walking through the crowd with me tightly and safely in his arms, and when I look at Noah’s face now and then, my heart grows warm when I see him looking proud and happy, and like he is having a good time. I truly love seeing him like this-the twinkle in his eyes, the big grin on his face, and his excited and happy body language. Nick and Jolly slap him on the back when they see him, big grins and laughter on their faces as Noah informs them that we are headed towards their home. Nicholas looks at me with a sweet, yet proud and deserving smile, raising his glass at me. I nod back at him with a thankful smile, as I am still thankful for the advice he gave to me for me and Noah’s situation, and how he is overall always there for me if I need someone to talk to.

I can’t help but giggle the whole time as we now are outside, Noah walking casually in the direction of his apartment with me still in his arms. Not gonna lie, it’s attractive that he is able to do this all. I nuzzle my head into his neck as a shiver runs over my back, the cold air from outside hitting the exposed bits of my skin. It makes him let out a small, playful groan, holding me a bit closer to him.

‘Well, it is goddamn freezing, that’s for sure,’ I say.

‘I guess that means we will have to warm up the moment we get home together, right?’ he smirks with a teasing tone in his voice, kissing me against my hair, a smirk still on his lips as he does.

‘Hmm, I guess so,’ I laugh back.

We then walk further in a comfortable silence, making comments about our surroundings now and then and laughing at some drunk people stumbling past us this late at night, or just some other funny things we see-to be fair, alcohol in your system makes everything quite funny. Soon, the two of us arrive at the band's apartment, and he turns to look down at me with a mischievous smirk on his face once again.

‘Well, here we are.’

He slowly lowers me down, his arms wrapped around my waist, his hands already slipping under the fabric of my dress the second my feet fit the ground.

‘Slow down boy,’ I smirk at him as I shake my head, and then look at his door. ‘Might unlock the door first? Or did you plan to stand here in the cold with me the rest of the night?’ I tease him as I giggle after. Noah lets out a small chuckle at my words. ‘You’re right,’ he says with a small smile, and he pulls his keys out, unlocking the door and opening it for me to let me walk in first. He follows me immediately afterwards, and as he does, he softly wraps his arms around my waist from behind the dark hallway, only being lit a little by the warm yellow light of the street lanterns outside. The hallway has a familiar scent to me-it’s a mix of cigarettes, a little bit of fabric of clothes and furniture, and scents from basically all the band members and their perfumes and deodorant. He softly kisses my neck as he stands behind me, his hand sliding to the front of my stomach, his fingers starting to gently circle there a bit. I smile as he does so, and before he gives me one last kiss on my neck, he asks as I hear the grin in his voice: ‘Wanna move upstairs?’

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