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mariamermaid · 4 years

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I put a spell on you

Sherlock Holmes (19th century) x fem dancer Reader

Summary: After his brother´s persuasion, Sherlock agrees to go to the Ballet with him and is mesmerized by the dancer…

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A/N: This is more for the movies/ enola holmes movie, since it´ll take place in the late 19th century. I´m not too familiar with the ballet, so let´s ignore the accuracy.

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Théophile Gautier´s ballet “Giselle” was an absolute success. Even years after the ballet was first performed in Paris, the London theater decided to bring the play back. An act that brought Mycroft Holmes into liberating excitement, much to his brother´s concern. The fog these days laid thick in London and Sherlock, who had just solved an exhausting case, that ended with a dangerous pursuit, in which he broke his arm, wasn´t practically excited. But the younger brother wasn´t left with many options. “God, Sherlock, what happened this time?”

Mycroft pointed towards his arm, hanging in a sling to his side, above his shirt. The jacket was loosely thrown on top of his shoulders, Sherlock shrugged not paying much attention to Mycroft´s needless worries. Around him were a few men gathered and Sherlock found himself falling for simple, but plain and boring small talk. Sighing, he followed his brother into the hall and braced himself for boring hours. But then, the classical music started, Sherlock expected it to be the best part, until he saw you entering the stage. It was the first act and you played the Giselle in the village. Giselle was portrayed as a young, innocent but endearing girl. The white long tutu graced your figure perfectly and throughout the act, you danced across the stage with ease. The forester Hilarion and the prince Albrecht are both in love with Giselle, but after Hilarion unmasks Albrecht´s disguise as a farmer, the girl is led into a disaster. Heartbroken after finding out about Albrecht’s true identity, she falls into his sword and dies. In that scene, Sherlock found himself clinging onto the seat and when the light went out to announce the break, he realized how hard he had grabbed the armrests. His tongue slid across his lips, trying to relax his jaw. He then joined his brother and his entourage outside at the bar for a drink, but the picture of you in the white tutu floating across the stage as if it was nothing, didn´t left his mind. “She´s stunning”, he admitted and the men around him nodded.

“Who? Y/n, she´s a natural”, Mycroft added slightly smiling. “You know her?” Sherlock asked interested and the men echoed in laughter. William Grey, a friend of Mycroft and well-known man in London, grinned. “Your brother, Mr. Holmes, is one of the many men running after Miss Y/L/N.”

Mycroft cleared his throat, he hated admitting that he failed. “I never ran after her.” To Sherlock´s despise, the topic was then dropped. He wanted, no he needed more information about you. While the men gathered for a second round of whiskey, Sherlock did what he did best; research and investigate. He unobtrusively glided through the doors leading to the rooms behind the stage. And there you stood, one hand against the wooden bar and practicing your posture. You had changed costumes, after Giselle´s death, you now wore a blood red tutu and your lips were painted in the same color. Sherlock felt goosebumps raising on his skin, in the soft light of the mere headlights behind the stage, the dry dust floating in the air, you did indeed like a ghost. But a stunning ghost, so beautiful, Sherlock just stopped in his tracks to stare at you.

A man, who worked behind the scenes and was just arranging a background piece, bumped against Sherlock. “Man, don´t stand around!” He eyed Sherlock suspiciously. “No spectators behind the stage”, he added and his low went low. “I…” He didn´t know what to answer, his eyes were still glued onto you. A man, as far as Sherlock guessed he was the regisseur, came to talk you and you nodded to whatever he was saying. You then turned to get your hair checked again, but you noticed the unknown man standing around. His tall figure with his neat clothes, his eyes meeting yours. For a second, you stood still, admiring his dark locks and his angular features. But then you remembered the work and disappeared within the crowd of people running around. “Didn´t you hear what I just said?” Sherlock jerked, as the man spoke up again, louder and clearly angry.

“Sorry, I must´ve taken a wrong door somewhere.”

As quick as he appeared behind the stage, he vanished again. Sherlock found his seat next to his brother, who eyed him confused. “Where have you been?” Luckily, the lights went out before he could think of an excuse.

The second act started, the forester Hilarion waits at Giselle´s death bed, until the nature ghosts and their queen Myrtha appear to welcome Giselle in their realm. Sherlock couldn´t tear his eyes of you, you were pale with powder and your once white gown, was now black as the night. Albrecht finds the ghost as well and follows Giselle into the woods. Myrtha and her wilas, dance around Hilarion until he drops with exhaustion and dies. Myrtha shortly after finds Albrecht, but he is protected by Giselle´s love. At dawn, the queen loses her power and Giselle forgives Albrecht, before she vanishes.

The whole act was preposterous, the dance of the dead ghosts and in between them; you. Sherlock saw the light of life in your eyes glistening. You looked magical to him; he couldn’t describe any other way. The hall echoed with applause and Sherlock even joined in the standing ovation, your performance was outstanding. He then waited outside with his brother again; some men with wife´s went home, but Sherlock waited with anticipation. It was almost an hour later, when he finally saw you. The stage make-up was gone and you looked exhausted, but happy. You had a coat thrown over your shoulder and a dark red, rather simple dress. Your hair was loosened, but remained closed. People quickly approached you, congratulating on the success and praising your abilities and talent. But you had spotted Mycroft within the crowd, and with him the man who had caught your attention earlier. You slipped away and made your way to them. “Mycroft.” You smiled as he greeted you, leaning down and placing a delicate kiss on your hand. “Y/N, extraordinary and perfect as always.” A faint blush was on your cheeks, but then your glance wandered to Sherlock.

“Who is your companion, Mycroft?” It was almost awkward, how Sherlock couldn´t do anything but stand around and stare at you, his brother chuckled. The sight was rare, but welcomed for him. “You´ve heard of him, my brother Sherlock!” A grin crept on your rosy lips and you put out your hand to greet him as well. Sherlock could´ve punched himself, a lady like you holding her hand out first; what kind of gentleman he was! He took it softly and did his brother equal, placing a kiss on your hand. “Mr. Holmes, are you working on a case right now?” Sherlock stopped, raising his eyebrow confused.

“It seemed like you nosed around behind the stage in the break, are you looking for a thief?” The assumption you made was perfectly fine, but your tone stated differently. You knew he wasn´t there for a case and Mycroft snickered. “You have to excuse my brother, Y/n. Snooping around runs in his veins.” Sherlock breathed out, a slight annoyance rising. He didn´t like the way his brother was able to interact with you, not unless he was able to do so as well.

Mycroft changed the subject; “My birthday, Y/n, next week, I hoped you would come?” Your eyes left Sherlock and jealousy rose in him, a feeling he wasn´t very familiar with. “I have a performance, but I will try to sneak away afterwards.”

William Grey interrupted your group, saying his goodbye´s for the evening and you cleared your throat. “I´m going home as well, training and rehearsals are getting the better of me.” For once this night, Sherlock was quicker than his brother. “Can I walk you home, Miss Y/L/N?”

You grabbed your bag a little tighter, hanging over your shoulder and he noted how hard to read your expression was. “I don´t need a man to protect me, Mr. Holmes. But I´m willing to let you accompany me in exchange for some details about your solved cases, I´m quite a fan if you will.” Sherlock smiled and tilted his head proudly.

“So, you recognized the murderer due to his shoes?” You asked interested as the two of you walked through the dark streets of London. The light from the lanterns fell softly to the ground, but the air laid silent. It was late, barely any light left in most houses. Sherlock nodded, lurking down to you. “That´s fascinating, Mr. Holmes.” “You can call me Sherlock.”

For the first time, you actually blushed. “Willing to solve some riddles for me, Sherlock?” A shiver ran down his spine as you called him by his name, but he nodded. “When the water comes down, it rains. I go up, what am I?” Sherlock paused for a second, but a grin spread on his lips. “An umbrella.”

“I can fly but I have no wings. I can cry but I have no eyes.” “A cloud.”

"I dance as the night rises and a wooden pole accompanies me; what am I?” He chuckled confident.

“A ballerina.”

You stopped on the street and behind you laid a park, dark and the silhouettes of trees and bushes rose like giants in the night. “A witch, Mr. Holmes. A witch on her broom.”

Sherlock stopped in his tracks, behind you walked a black cat and the coincidence let him shiver. He usually wasn´t a superstitious type, but you were not to be underestimated; he was sure of it. He swallowed realizing how you had been able to distract him from the logical solution. “As far as I´m concerned, I have bewitched your mind, Sherlock.” From your coat you pulled out a notepad, his notepad. All notes on previous cases and current observations were written down. “How-“

“For a detective, you´re not very good at sneaking around, behind the stage.” You fell into his word, before he was able to ask questions. He wondered how on earth you had stolen his notepad, maybe due to his lack of movement with the broken arm? You were absolutely right however; you did drive him insane. Laughing, you held his notepad still up. “Don´t worry, you´ll get your notes back, if you solve my last riddle.”

His tongue glided over his lips. “A party, but the ballerina doesn´t want to dance.”

He anticipated more, but you closed your mouth, grinning. “I´ll see you next week, Sherlock.”

Sherlock hadn´t realized that you had reached your destination and you turned to leave him standing in the middle of the street. “How did you steal my notes?”

You laughed out loud as you hurried into a dark alley, he guessed that the entrance to your apartment laid there.

“I put a spell on you, Sherlock Holmes.”

He hurried after you, but as he entered the alley, a dead end as he realized, you were gone. There was no door and no windows at the wall surrounding him, you had basically vanished into thin air. Sherlock smiled in excitement; the evening turned out so much better than he ever imagined. He lit himself a pipe and strolled to his own home. A party, but the ballerina doesn´t want to dance, your words repeated in his mind. I´ll see you next week. Mycroft´s birthday party and you don´t want to dance. What does a lady do, that gets invited by someone, who she doesn´t want to dance with? She arrives accompanied by a different man.

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tillthelandslide · 4 years

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Broken

Anon request: “hi love, hope you are doing well.. I want to request you something.. Can you please write a fic/series where Henry's Gf dies.. and he is absolutely devastated and a mess since then ..He remembers their fond memories, her immense love for him.. He is left to live the aftermath and misses her..(intense angst) I think with your writing this will be loved by all.. Please consider this request.. Love you <3″

A/N: This was honestly such a hard one to write, imagining Henry to be like this honestly broke my heart, I was literally a sobbing mess the whole way through. This was very different for me but I’m glad I expanded my horizons and wrote this. I would say I hope you enjoy it but I don’t think it's appropriate.

Also I know you asked for it to be Henry’s gf but I started writing it and it became wife so sorry. Also I usually write my stories as “you” but I’ve been wanting to switch it up a little so my stories don’t seem too repetitive.

Also I listened to Goner by Twenty One Pilots (one of my favourite bands) whilst writing this so if you wish to listen to that, to add to the mood, ’ve added it.

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Broken : Henry Cavill Fan Fiction

Warnings: mentions of death, severe angst, crying and sobbing Henry. Please do not read this if you think it will impact your mental health. Mental health matters and always comes first. Here for anyone who needs to talk

He had never believed in the idea of the human heart shattering into a million pieces... until he lost her. This dreadful event had been the downfall of his once perfect life.

Darkness. That’s all his life was now, the existence of her had changed his life, she was his saviour, his salvation, but the loss of his one true love, that destroyed his life. She was the brightness even in the darkest of times and places. Everything he had loved before, he despised now, everything reminded him of the woman he once held in his arms, the one he was lucky enough to call his wife. He was convinced he would never be the same again, he felt like his heart had been combined with hers and when she left him, his heart left him too. He hadn’t expected this, he had expected to grow old with her, have 4 or 5 children and several grandchildren to carry on the couples legacy. She had promised him that’s what would happen. She vowed to love him until their final days, and he had underestimated when that day would be.

Here he sat, in their garden, a cigarette between his fingers, bringing it up to his lips and taking a deep puff, the tar slipping down his throat and coating his lungs with filth, she’d scold him if she were here... but she wasn't. He knew it was bad for him, but he didn’t care anymore. He needed an escape, he didn’t want to feel anymore, he wanted all the agony and anguish to disappear, leave him like she had.

God knows why he blames himself but he does. She had her whole life left ahead of her and this cruel world stripped that from her, removed all opportunities for the both of them to live a full and happy life together.

“I miss you my love” he says, to the sky, the darkness perfectly resembling himself, the stars in the sky seemed to be dimmed, apart from one, which was glistening brightly. He had decided that was her, watching down from heaven. Heaven was another thing he hadn’t believed in until his world collided with hers. She was this angelic being and had to have fallen from heaven, there was no other explanation to her beauty, her perfect personality, one in which complimented that of his wonderfully. She was the kind of person that bettered those around her, made them whole, made them purer.

Tears emptied from his eyes and he sighed, his hand which was holding his cigarette thrusting into his deep curls, curls he hadn’t washed or brushed in weeks. He didn’t think he could cry anymore, but here he was, water running down his face like a flood, amplifying his red and bloodshot eyes, the deep and bruising bags underneath his eyes a reminder of his soul crushing pain. His hand moved back down, slipping the tip of the cigarette back in between his lips, sucking it.

“God I fucking miss you baby” he says, his voice completly broken, he sounded like a character in a show or film, a different person alltogether and he supposes he is now he’s without his wife. He hears a knock on the door and swears, picking up the ash tray and walking with it, inside his house, where he plods to the door, swinging it open and seeing her best friend.

“Fucking hell Henry” she says as she sees him, the lead in her hands attahced to the collar around his dogs neck, Kal looks up at him making him turn away, even Kal reminds him of her and he can’t deal with him at the moment, hence why her best friend was looking after him. She closes the door behind her, following his trail back outside, releasing Kal from his collar, letting him roam the house.

“Thought you’d want to see Kal” she says, sitting outside with him, it was freezing and dark but she bared it, picking up his pack of cigarettes and taking one for herself.

“You don't smoke” he grunts, flicking the ash at the end of the cigarette into the ashtray.

“Neither do you” she quips back, making him raise his eyebrows, putting out the cigarette as it reaches its end, pulling one from his packet and lighting it instantly, needing his lungs to be filled with the poison.

“If she saw us now” her friend says, making him sigh, more tears falling down his face.

“Fuck” he says, wiping them away, the last thing he needed was her friend seeing him completly destoryed, she would for sure tell his family and hers and that would damage him even more.

“Henry” she says, sympathy laced in her voice.

“I miss her so fucking much” he says, making her reach forward and take his hand.

“Me too” she says, not knowing what to say, but she squeezes his hand, making him tear it back not wanting the attention.

“You don't understand,” he says, making her scorn him.

“Of course I don’t. It’s not as if she was my best friend. For fuck sake Henry, I’m trying to be here for you, its what she wanted” she said, looking away, her eyes landing on that same twinkling star, taking a puff from the cigarette.

“Well she’s not fucking here so who the fuck cares” he spits.

“Amazing. She wouldn’t have wanted this” she says, standing up, taking one last puff of her half used cigarettes, stubbing it out before leaving him.

“Wait” he says, stopping her in her tracks, she looks back, her eyes falling over his face, tears now streaming down his face, she walks over to him and his hands reach out to her, they’ve never done this but she knows he needs it, so she wraps his arm around him, his tears sinking into her shirt as his head rests against her.

“I’m so sorry” she says, tears springing in her eyes too.

“I can’t live without her” he sobs, his voice cracking making her heart ache for him.

“Henry” she says as she hears Kal crying behind her. Henry pulls away and looks at the dog, his face falling, the dog's large eyes looking into his.

“Hey buddy” he utters half heartedly and the dog walks up to where he’s sat outside, Henry puts out his cigarette and his hands begin to pet the dog's head.

“He’s had his hair cut” he says, making the friend nod.

“Yeah, he needed it, I know she usually takes him on Monday’s so I thought I’d take him” she says making Henry frown.

“Shit, did you tell Caroline?” he says, talking about the groomer she usually takes Kal to.

“Yeah” her friend says, a frown on her face too.

“I forgot to tell her.” he says.

“It’s okay, it’s the last thing you needed to remember” she says, referring to the long list of people Henry had to notify.

“We need to sort out the funeral, I can plan it if you’d like?” she says, making Henry shake his head, still petting his dog.

“No that’s okay, I should do it” he says, his voice breaking as he sobs loudly again.

“Henry, she'd hate to see you like this” she says, her hand gesturing to the man whose features looked uncanningly like another person.

“Well she’s not fucking here is she?!!” he shouts making her friend flinch.

“Sorry” he utters, dropping his head into his hands.

“I just wanna be alone” he says.

“No you don’t” she says, dropping down to her knees, placing her hands on his knees so she’s level with his face.

“Talk to me, she asked me to be here for you and that’s what I tend to do” she says caringly.

“Well I don’t fucking want you here, I want her and she’s fucking dead” he shouts, knocking her back, her hands landing on one of Kal’s paws making him yelp.

“Shit, I’m sorry” he says, to her best friend and to Kal.

“I’ll just fuck off then” she says, giving up. The dog looks longingly at his dad as she storms inside, before she comes back with the lead clipping it onto the dogs collar, slamming the door as she leaves the house.

“Fuck” he shouts, standing up from his chair. He walks back inside, looking around his house. His hands land on a vase containing flowers from his mother and he throws it aggressively against the wall, the noise ringing out dramatically in the empty house. It smashes against a picture on the floor, the picture falling loudly to the floor, the glass from the vase and the frame smashingly loudly making him swear.

“Shit” he says, walking over the picture frame, picking it up, the shards cutting his hand, but he doesn’t flinch at the pain, no amount of pain could hurt more than that in his heart. His fingers push the remaining shards of glass off the picture, revealing a picture of him and his wife on their wedding day. A small smile appears on his face as he scans her face, she looks genuinely ecstatic, that's how he will always remember her. His lips are pressed against hers and he carries her down the aisle, a smile against her lips and he remembers the moment like it was yesterday. It was the best day of his life, their friends and family were there to celebrate the union of the couple, it was the day she promised to love him forever, promised to be his faithful and loving companion until death does she part.

“We didn’t know it would be so soon huh love?” he says, chuckling despite it being far from funny. He places the frame down, deciding to clean the glass up later, he no longer had the dog to worry about and he didn’t care if he got hurt by the sharp shards.

His eyes drift to the other pictures that frame the walls, the one he had taken of her at their honeymoon, her naked body completely covered by the beach water, the waves crashing against the shore perfectly, making for the perfect picture, she had that same smile on her face and Henry’s lips lift up momentarily at the sigh.

“So beautiful” he says, looking at the picture.

The next is a picture he had taken of Kal attacking the beauty with kisses.

“That was taken after the first time we shagged '' he says to himself, chuckling at the memory. Laughing loudly when he remembers all the times she cringed when he used the word shag. They had shut the dog out wanting to save him from the sight of the two of them making love. Henry had gotten up moments after the wonderful moment when he heard his dog crying at the door, he had opened the door and Kal had jumped up on the bed, kissing her face as soon as he saw her, Henry had picked up his phone almost immediately, he remembers framing the picture on the wall but she had taken it down to cut part out (because her breasts were in the picture).

He looks at the next picture and he thinks this might just be his favourite, it was a picture of her being carried by his brothers, they had played a game of rugby and Henry was worried she would get hurt but she beat his team and his brothers picked her up to celebrate her winning the final shot. They were all laughing and so was she.

“Oh how I loved your laugh baby” he says. He walks to the kitchen, grabbing the first aid kit from the cupboard and quickly cleaning and wrapping the wound, before picking up a notepad she kept there, finding a fluffy pen she used and he began writing.

“My love,

No words can truly express how much I miss you, no words can describe my pain. So I’m not going to speak about that. I’m going to talk about how amazing you were, how amazing you will always be. The moment you walked into my life, I knew I was done for. You turned my word upside down baby. I know you were the one the moment I met you, I knew when you said my name for the first time, I knew when we kissed for the first time and every time since, when it felt like fireworks. In films we constantly see these epic ideas of love and me being the pessimist that I am never believed in them. But then I met you. And oh baby did that change. Our love was epic, and it always will be. I remember the first time you met my family, you were so nervous, you bit your lip so much that it bled. But the moment they met you, they loved you, you became one of us, that was the moment I knew I wanted to be your husband. I remember being so excited to meet your parents, because I was so curious to meet the people who shaped you into the wonderful person you are… were. I remember asking you to marry me and I was so fucking happy when you said yes, the moment you became my life will always be the best thing that has ever happened to me. And part of me is convinced that it’s the best thing to happen to anyone, anywhere. I will forever be grateful for the time I had with you but boy do I wish we had more time. I will love you forever and a piece of me will always be absent. I ask you to look over me. Heaven is one lucky place because now they have you. I was and always be your husband, your Henry. This world has no idea how lucky it was to have you, you will forever be the love of my life and I will continue to count my lucky stars, everyday baby.

Forever yours,

Henry

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cinnamonbunsenburner · 4 years

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Love of a Billion Stars *Oikawa Tooru x reader Soulmate au*

- When you’ve heard of the concept of soulmates at school you were 8, you practically glowed with delight thinking that you probably have one of your own. Probably also thinking that it was ‘very easy’ to ‘feel’ if your soulmate was nearby.

- Lmao you believed that there was some sorta radar of something, or a bell that will go off if your soulmate moved

- *they’re not a dog y/n-chan wtf*

- But boy were you wrong

- Then came your 16th birthday, the day you were supposed to have your mark that will give you a glimpse of what your soulmate likes in general. And on your 17th birthday, had you still not have found them, another mark will appear on your dominant hand

- You were imagining their symbol to be some sort of representation of who they are as a person, their inspirations in life, their dream career, and all that motivational shit

- To your surprise and demise, you were let down. Not really.. but the mark was very general and vague, and was NOT a symbol/ mark that will motivate you in moving through this life

- bread.

- fucking bread.

- what the fuck.

- How in the world did you have to pair up your soul with someone who’s life inspiration was fucking bread

- What, did you need to go to France or shit to scavenge hunt your soulmate?

- ....

- no, y/n, you are not gonna think that that’s a good idea.

- no.

- Anyways

- Needless to say, you were quite irritated because how could you find someone that likes bread when literally everyone can like bread?! It’s very vague and looking for a person that has their life encompassed by a singular type of bread *milk bread to be exact* is very difficult considering that almost everyone likes that bread

- Fast forward to the time of your 17th birthday, you woke up with a dash of hope that maybe, JUST MAYBE, this soulmate of yours loves something else that’s more specific than a freaking piece of delicious milk bread.

- Alas you were surprised that this milk bread s/o of yours has their life revolved around volleyball!

- YEY they’re not completely as weird as you’d think they’d be lmao

- But, who were you to judge when you don’t even know what your mark was on them

- Maybe it was weirder than a piece of food

- Maybe it was a cow or dog or a fish

- *very weird y/n, very weird indeed*

- The next day was a school day and you woke up bright and early, eager to hunt for your soulmate

- You’re a third year at Seijoh and were quite popular because people thought your mark was ‘intriguing’ *pfft*

- anddddd because you’re gorgeous as heck ;]]

- Admirers flocked you, thinking that they might be your soulmate

- They showed you their mark that was also some kind of pastry and that you guys paired ‘cause they also liked the pastry that was on the pack of your hand

- *you have like a line of milk bread bois at your disposal and it was kind of annoying so you give a different excuse every single time they try to confess to you. Such a player, y/n-chan*

- “l/n-san! I’ve heard that your mark was milk bread and I love that! Look, I have your *insert your favourite pastry* as my mark”

- *you were surprised because it was the first time that someone actually came up to you with your favourite pastry. But you were NOT feeling this dude.

- C’mon, where’s the zing you were expecting and- and the slow motion eye contact-- thE ROMANCE?! Honestly, you were about to say yes ya’ll were soulmates BUT the gut feeling says that this was not it

- “Uh, sorry.. I’m lactose intolerant”

- *nice excuse y/n-chan, v v convincing*

- Then you just skrrt skrrt away ‘cause you may have a fan base but you were NOT gonna comfort that guy who’s borderline looking that he was gonna cry- nope; in the middle of the hallway, of all places. Gee, theatre boys are different

- In the back of your mind, you thought that the theatre dude was just acting that out in hopes of guilt tripping you.

- trust issues, m8, trust issues are present because of these thoughts acCKK

- You sighed to yourself and went spy ninja sneak sneak towards the Aoba Johsai VBC, hoping that someone there might be your soulmate

- ‘cause you were v v tired of the self-proclaimed milk bread bois that was your fan club

- But, you didn’t expect much once you were at the gym because there’s literally thousands of people in the vbc industry that might potentially like milk bread

- You were thinking of maybe going out of town to hunt for your soulmate but you thought that you were probably gonna get strangled by your parents at how much money you were going to spend for finding a person

- *yes, you were getting desperate because you wanna FINALLY stop at being a third wheel when your friends were with their s/o*

- and maybe because you just want to hog someone else’s sweater and clothes and to do the premarital hand-holding oop

- ...

- You peeked inside the gym doors and was startled when this guy’s serve slammed to their opponent’s court

- You’ve watched a couple volleyball matches when the second mark appeared to learn your soulmate’s passion. Awee

- And you just know that that killer serve could knock you out

- It was as if the universe was playing some sort of joke to you that his next serve landed out of bounds and rebounded towards your direction

- You shrieked in a banshee-like manner and moved out of the way just in time

- ‘I just saw my life flash before my eyes holy shit. So that’s what it feels like huh’

- While you were lost in your thought for a moment, a tall *and beautiful as fuck* guy went out the door and approached your still shocked form

- “Oh! Didn’t see you there. Sorry about that, my bad”. the tall guy said, rubbing his nape sheepishly, his eyes naturally falling on the hand that you raised up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear

- “Uh.. no! It was on me. ‘cause I was spying- I mean sight seeing-- UH WATCHING you guys play hahaha” *real smooth y/n, v v smooth*

- He promptly reached down for the ball near his feet and you got a glimpse of his dominant hand

- His mark was a star constellation,,, your favourite star constellation and beside that was a symbol of your dream career

- “Hey, quick question... do you like bread?”

- The tall guy looked down at you and grinned his pretty boy grin *damn you is whipped.*

- *your gut feeling was going haywire holy shit*

- “Why of course beautiful stranger! Milk bread to be exact ‘cause my mom bakes it so deliciously”, tall guy said

- You’re heart flipped and skipped a beat-- scratch that, your heart skipped a whole nth of beats that you might as well be dead

- “We have a practice match going on right now, my lovely fan. If you have something to give me, you can still wait until later! Wouldn’t want to be punched by Iwa-chan again..”

- And with that, he turned away to go inside the gym once again

- “Cassiopeia..” you muttered loud enough for him to hear as he passed by you

- “Sorry?”, he stopped in his tracks and turned to you with a shocked look on his face

- “Cassiopeia” you repeated once more, with a shaky voice. “It’s the constellation on your hand, right?”

- Oikawa, with his popularity, had been approached by plenty of his admirers, often claiming that they love astronomy and that they knew what kind of constellation his mark bears

- But when he asked them with his usual flirty voice he perfected to please the people around him, that person stammers and just said a random planet of some sort

- ‘does this look like a planet to you-’ he thought and never had he faked a smile more than when admirers fake their interest in astronomy to get close to him

- While he does admire all the courage and effort they put in confessing to him, he also hates the fact that they give him this silver lining of hope that he finally has someone whom he can connect with emotionally as they both have a piece of each others’ soul

- So when you uttered the correct kind of constellation, he was frozen

- His mind ran miles per second, all of it consisting of ‘what ifs’ and ‘too good to be true’

- Both of you stared at each other, heart’s unknowingly beating as fast as the other

- “Oi Shittykawa, what’s taking you so long-”

- “Iwa-chan, take charge for me will you?”

- “What? Coach’ll get mad you know!”

- ��Just sub someone in”

- Iwaizumi stalked closer to you guys and was prepared to beat Oikawa’s ass off but before he could assault his lame best friend,

- “Code star, iwa-chan.”

- The buff ace froze in his actions and promptly nodded silently and closed the gym doors

- The bestfriends talked before about what they’d do if they found their respective soulmates. Iwaizumi proclaimed that it was rather childish of Oikawa to have a ‘secret code’ just because his nerdy best friend believed that the aliens might take away his soulmate once they finally find them

- Though oddly enough, the shorter male agreed to this *pfftt*

- Finally alone, never once had you both took your eyes away from each other.

- “Uh- are you- are we?” You gestured to the two of you

- “I- I think so??” Oikawa flushed, he was NOT used to being all blushy around people, esp since he has a large fanbase

- Ya’ll were awkward as shit lmao, its adorable

- “... You want some milk bread at the convenience store nearby?”

- You yelled at yourself internally, ‘WTF BRAIN?! COULD”VE BEEN A COFFEE IN A COFFEE SHOP JFC I am overheating sm’

- He gave you one of the softest smiles he himself never thought he could unintentionally do

- “I’d love that!”

#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu!!#oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #soulmate au #oikawa headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #fluff #soulmate mark

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heyyyharry · 4 years

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Christmas Eve (one shot)

...in which Y/N can't stop thinking about the love that got away.

Angst with fluff, artist!Harry

Word count: 3.2k

HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE!

~~~

“Did you know that standing while eating burned more calories?”

“That’s so not true.” Her boyfriend scoffed as he took her hand and pulled her away from the buffet table.

“Buffets make you fat. Now that’s a fact.”

She faked a smile when he burst out laughing at his own joke which, as always, she didn’t find funny.

It was Christmas Eve and they were at a friend’s house for a party that was supposed to be fun. But as she looked around at the sparkling and colourful decorations and drunk party people chatting and dancing and drinking wine, Y/N couldn’t get herself to feel as happy as her boyfriend expected her to be. She had suggested spending Christmas Eve at home where it was just the two of them, but he didn’t like that idea and now she’d started to regret coming here with him.

They walked around, saying hi to a few friends, well, his friends, to whom he didn’t even bother to introduce her. But thanks to the guy who’d brought up a controversial topic and got the others riled up, her boyfriend got distracted and she managed to sneak away.

Y/N only wandered around the house for a bit before ending up at the buffet table again. Eating made her less socially anxious, so she always looked for food when she was at a social gathering and didn’t know anyone. But to be honest, she wasn’t even hungry or anxious now. She just wanted to stay far away from the crowd. And maybe, just maybe, she was hoping for something else.

“Did you know that standing while eating burned more calories?”

As soon as Y/N finished that question and the person turned around, she wanted nothing more than to dig herself a hole. With a plate of sweets in one hand, a cupcake in the other, the stranger gave her the kind of look that one would give you if you showed up in a party dress at a funeral.

“Really?” He popped his dimples, not wanting to embarrass her even more as she covered her face with both hands, groaning loudly.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I thought you were my brother.”

It was only when the man let out a soft chuckle that she gained the courage to drop her hands and glance back up to his face. She almost blurted out that her brother wasn’t half as good-looking, but thankfully she stopped herself just in time.

“Harry,” he said as they shook hands. His handshake was firm, and she loved people who gave firm handshakes. Especially good-looking people.

“I’m Y/N.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, chuckling nervously. “Sorry about that again.”

“It’s fine.” Harry gave a shrug, raising a finger. “Interesting fact though. I think I’ll be standing while eating from now on.”

“It burns at least 50 calories more."

Y/N quickly covered her mouth, but Harry seemed rather impressed by that knowledge than weirded out by it.

“You’re funny, Y/N. Want a cupcake?” He offered her the plate, grinning from ear to ear. “Have one and we’ll stand here and talk to burn all those calories.”

Y/N couldn’t help but snort then rolled her eyes and grabbed a cupcake. How wonderful was it that she'd completely forgotten they were at a party she didn’t want to be at, and she was supposed to be looking for her brother and ask him to take her home. She barely knew this guy, but she wanted to, and she’d rather spend Christmas Eve getting to know him than go home and be alone.

They chatted for a bit, switching topics constantly but never running out of things to say. Harry told her he didn’t know many people there and had only come because his sister was dating the party host and wanted to hook him up with one of his friends, who, fortunately, couldn't make it tonight.

“Aww, that sucks.”

“Don’t lie,” he said, beaming at the way she pouted. “I know you’re glad my potential date didn’t show up.”

“Are you implying that I’m flirting with you?” She crossed her arms and her little gasp made him cackle.

“Oh, so you’re telling me you really thought I was your brother?” He raised an eyebrow before looking around the room. “Where is this brother who looks like me anyway? I haven’t seen him.”

Smirking, she grabbed both of his shoulders and spun him around, pointing to the man in the same plain blue sweater standing across the room.

“Oh, shit.” The smile on his face dropped, making her guffaw. “He does look like me from that angle. Now I’m embarrassed.”

“Nah, don’t be.”

“Why? Because you were flirting with me?” He turned back, his dimples had reappeared.

“In your dreams.” Y/N scoffed and looked away, but from the smirk on his handsome face, she knew he could tell she was lying.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it!”

When Gemma greeted her with a tight hug, she was startled and speechless for a full second. It’d been so long since they last saw each other let alone had a proper conversation, and the weirdest thing was how she had expected to see Gemma there, but was still surprised to run into her.

“How long has it been? Eight months?” Gemma pulled away, still holding her shoulders.

She gave a shy smile, tucked her hair behind her ear and murmured, “ten.”

She really wanted to tell Gemma she’d missed her and her family, and the only reason she hadn’t talked to them for ten months was because of her ex, Gemma’s brother. She had thought it would’ve been weird to have stayed in touch with them after the breakup, but it was nice to know Gemma had been thinking about her.

“I thought you weren’t coming!” Gemma said, making her chuckle.

“Well, it was a last-minute decision. We were gonna have a small dinner at home but then we figured it’d be more fun here.”

By ‘we’, she meant ‘my boyfriend’, she just didn’t want to say it aloud; and judging from the look on Gemma’s face, the older Styles might already know the truth.

Gemma nodded once and turned her head to look at Y/N’s boyfriend who was talking to her fiancé and a few other guys. Who would have thought her current boyfriend would be friends with her ex’s sister’s fiancé? Was it really a small world or was she just really unlucky?

Gemma changed the subject by asking about her life, her new job, her new relationship. After all, there had been a lot of ‘new’s for her in the last ten months as for Gemma, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t pay attention to Gemma’s stories. She felt awful for it, but couldn't help it. It was almost like a curse. She still saw him in his sister, in the way she talked, in the way she smiled and in the look in her eyes. He was everywhere, all around her, inside of her. And in a split second, she wondered, had it ever been the same for him? Somewhere in Paris, at that very moment, was he seeing her too?

I don’t want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

I don’t care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree.

“Oooh, I love this song! Come on!”

“No, I hate it!” Y/N burst into giggles as Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her to the middle of the dancing crowd.

Dancing wasn’t her thing. She was too awkward to not feel self-conscious whenever she did something like that in public, but that night, with him, she felt nothing but joy and she couldn’t stop jumping around and screaming the lyrics she’d got tired of hearing at every Christmas party.

“I just want you for my own! More than you could ever know! Make my wish come true! All I want for Christmas is you!”

Harry was singing at the top of his lungs as was she. He had both arms locked around her waist while hers were around his neck. Suddenly, he asked, “what do you do for a living?”

“Huh?”

“What do you do for a living?” he repeated the question, this time pressing her against him to whisper into her ear. And she liked that, she liked being close to him.

“Uhh…I own a clothing shop!” she uttered, laughing nervously as they kept on dancing. “You?”

“I’m an artist.”

“Oh, you draw?”

He proudly nodded. She loved the passion in his eyes when his career was brought up. What could you ask for more in a man?

“I paint too,” he added. “And I know what you’re thinking.”

“What?”

“Artists don’t make a lot of money, if at all,” he said, making her gasp.

“I’m offended, sir! I was actually thinking, ‘wow, an artist? Hot!’“

When she started fanning herself, he tossed his head back and laughed out loud. Then he spun her around and she stumbled back into his arms, her hands on his shoulders, their foreheads together.

“You gotta show me one of your works later.”

“Sure.” Harry chuckled. “I can even draw you, if you want!”

“Like one of your French girls?”

The Titanic reference made him snort.

“Oh, that's even better,” he said, giving a playful smirk. “I hate drawing clothes anyway.”

She still had it in her wallet. Her portrait sketched on a piece of scrap paper he’d found in Gemma’s boyfriend’s living room. She had told herself to throw it away along with the rest of his stuff in her drawers, but after two years, it was still there, safe and good as new.

She sat alone on the stairs, staring at the portrait and a nonchalant smile slowly spread across her lips without her knowing.

I don’t want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need...

A different remix of the same song took her back to that night. She would blame it on the champagne she’d had earlier, but deep down she knew those memories were her safe haven and she had let herself drown in them by choice.

Right there, by the Christmas tree, she saw the two of them. It was scary how she still remembered vividly the clothes they'd worn that night. They were younger, carefree, and happy. And they were dancing and singing and having the best time of their lives. And she smiled a broken smile while watching herself and him fade away while holding each other tightly.

Reality sank back in, and what she was really looking at made her jaw drop.

She saw her boyfriend kissing another girl.

The son of a bitch must have thought she’d gone home without him so he didn’t even bother to hide. But with all those people around them, those who knew her, was he not ashamed at all? Or did he not care enough to be ashamed? Whatever, she thought, it didn’t matter anymore.

She stormed toward them and yanked the cheater away from the other girl. Before he could open his mouth, her fist collided with his nose, causing him to stumble backwards and hit a table. She gasped in pain. Everybody gasped in shock. And without waiting for the asshole to react, she flipped him off and marched away, not wanting to waste another second on a loser like him.

“Are you done yet?”

“Almost!” Harry giggled as he pressed the end of his pencil to her jaw to adjust her face. “You don’t rush art, Y/N. Now stop moving.”

Y/N could easily see the mischievous grin on his face, so she stole a quick glance at the piece of paper on his knee and realised he'd already finished.

“Hey!”

Harry burst out laughing when she took the piece of paper from his hands.

“I finished five minutes ago. I just wanted to mess with you.”

She shot him a glare, yet couldn’t hide the little grin on her face when she admired the drawing. “This is really good, Harry.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I know nothing about art but...I know talent when I see one.”

“That...” he gripped the left side of his chest, his bottom lip quivering, “doesn’t make any sense.”

Y/N swatted him on the arm as he tossed his head back, cackling. “Just take it as a compliment," she said.

“Thank you.” He smiled. “Consider that as a Christmas present. Merry Christmas.”

“Aww, but I have nothing to give you.”

Harry didn’t respond. He only smiled. It was really strange how she’d only known this man for a couple of hours and yet she found it so easy to read him. They leaned closer at the same time, their forehead resting against each other, their noses brushing.

“Lady first,” he jokingly whispered while stroking her cheeks. And with a beam, she closed her eyes, slowly closing the distance between their lips and kissing him lightly.

“We’ve kicked him out,” said Gemma as she sat down on the couch with Y/N and wrapped both arms around her. “Are you okay?”

Y/N took a moment to rearrange her thoughts. “Yes and no,” she said with a sigh.

Her answer resulted in a frown on Gemma’s face. “That sounds bad.”

“Yeah, well...I’m sad, but...not because of him.”

It was the first time in ten months that she’d admitted to someone that she was sad. Even though it didn’t magically make her problem go away, it did feel slightly better to get it off her chest.

Gemma didn't need to ask her why. She only nodded, because she already knew.

“Have you...talked to him?”

“Since he left?” Y/N scoffed, still fidgeting with her phone. “No. He never called so...I thought ‘why bother?’”

“He asked about you, you know?”

It was only then that she looked up, unable to hide the hopefulness in her eyes. "He did?"

Gemma nodded once. "He was afraid you’d never forgive him for what had happened.”

She guessed Gemma was waiting for her to answer. But what? What was even the question?

“I don’t know, Gem,” she breathed. “I-I just knew from the moment we met that he was passionate about his career and that was what I loved about him and...and I would’ve sacrificed anything for him to be where he is now...working in Paris, owning a gallery, becoming recognised for his hard work.” She took a short pause to suck in a breath before her eyes fell back to her hands on her lap. “I just...I just wish he’d given us a chance. I know...a long-distance relationship is really hard, but what if it’d worked out for us? We might still be together now, but we’ll never get to find out because he didn’t want to even give us a chance. And I...I didn't even...didn't even get to say goodbye. He just got on a plane and...and left...He c-could've said goodbye...”

Gemma was at a loss for words when she saw Y/N tear up. Knowing Gemma, Y/N guessed she'd wanted to say "it's going to be fine", but after everything that'd happened tonight, even Gemma couldn't tell that lie to her face. The long heavy silence that followed was the sign for Y/N to get up and wipe her eyes.

“I’d better go home," she said, hugging herself.

Gemma quickly stood up. “Don’t you want to celebrate Christmas here? There’s only a few minutes left.”

“No, I’m good. Thanks for everything, Gem."

When Y/N reached the door, she suddenly remembered one thing.

"Gem?"

"Yeah?"

"The next time you talk to him...tell him he’s forgiven." Her lips curved into a small smile. "And I wish him the best. I really do."

“Why don’t people countdown on Christmas Eve like they do on New Year’s Eve?”

“Probably because we’re just more eager to say goodbye to the old year?” Harry gave a shrug, squeezing her hand a bit tighter.

They continued walking down the street together. It was getting cold, so she stayed close to his side and they were sharing his scarf, which was thankfully long enough for them both.

“I guess the feeling of starting a new chapter is more exciting,” he added, shoving her hand and his into the pocket of his coat, their fingers stayed intertwined. “It gives us the feeling of being more in control. Like, it’s easier to draw on a beautiful blank page than on top of another drawing or a crumbled piece of paper.”

His example made her grin. “You’re such an artsy nerd.”

“You’re lucky of all people you could’ve met at that party, you ended up leaving with an artsy nerd.”

The playful remarked earned him a swat on the arm but also another peck on the cheek.

“Does this count as starting a new chapter?” she asked, grinning up at him.

He pursed his lips, thinking for a second before locking eyes with her again. She felt like she was dreaming, but he reminded her that she wasn’t by giving her hand another squeeze. Then he looked at his watch, inhaling deeply.

“Fifteen seconds.”

“14...13...” she started counting and he joined her as well.

“...5...4...3...2...Merry Christmas!”

Harry grabbed the girl by surprise, pulling her in for a passionate kiss that took both of their breath away. And when they broke apart, Y/N couldn't help it, she had to kiss him again. She wished this night would last, or at least they would.

Will you stay, Harry? Will you stay with me?

Y/N had underestimated the cold tonight. She tried walking faster, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, but the night air was blowing out her heat faster than her own body could replace it.

She should’ve driven there by herself. No, she should not have come at all. How could she be so stupid to think she could just jump into a new relationship and find instant happiness when she obviously didn’t even know the guy that well. She'd paid the price by watching him make out with another girl and getting her knuckles bruised because of that.

Merry fucking Christmas!

Wait...

Y/N stopped in her tracks and hurriedly pulled out her phone. She raised her left wrist to check the time on her watch.

Ten more seconds.

“10...9...8...7...” she started counting, her heart was beating in sync with the ticking of the watch. She didn’t really hope that something magical would happen when she counted to one. She just wanted for this to be a fresh start, a new chapter written on a brand new page.

“3...2...”

Ding!

A text popped up on the screen of her phone right when the clock showed 12:00 AM December 25.

Merry Christmas

From...

...Harry.

Her entire body turned paralyzed. She gripped her phone tightly, afraid it'd slip and crack on the hard pavement and she would never get to know if that text was real. Her hand was shaking right now, but before she could get herself together, another text popped up.

Harry: Turn around.

And she did.

"Hi..."

And there he was.

"I'm home."

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naptoons · 4 years

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Lockdown - Zabdiel De Jesus

Theme: fluff and angst I guess & google translated spanish.

Warnings: cute shit with a little sad shit

A/N: okay this song is literally the cutest and I couldn’t imagine anyone fitting this concept but zabdiel🥺 I hope you guys like the angst / fluff🖤 I love you all.

You’ve always had a crush on Zabdiel, he was always there to help you through whatever you were comfortable with telling him. He knew you sometimes better than yourself. You hated to admit you like him. Because you knew you’d end up like the other girls. Either becoming his weekdays or his one time. You didn’t want to be either. You didn’t want your heart broken again. The pain was unbearable last time, you fell hard for your ex-partner. Now you were crushing big time. Zabdiel walks over to you placing the covers over your body, laying your head on his thighs while his fingers caress your earlobe, basically helping you fall asleep faster.

“You look so tired nena, whats got you up late at night?” His voice soothing you deeper into your slumber, you brain urged you to comment “you” but your fear wouldn’t let that happen.

“Work stuff” you mumble, Zabdiel settling for a soft hum, he just draws circles on your lower back, as your ears drown out the music and laughter.

Twenty minutes later the sound of cursing and shouts dawn upon you. Later followed by Zabdiel’s voice “shut the fuck up, y/n is trying to sleep” smiling you slowly sit up snuggling yourself in the covers. Zabdiel peeks his head in the room sighing at the sight of you being awake. “I apologize for them, supposedly uno is super intense you have to scream and jump on couches” he jokes with you.

“It’s okay, I guess I slept too long anyways” you smile fixing the hoodie you had on. Time couldn’t be more awkward then it was now.

“Is that my hoodie? Wow I was hoping I didn’t lose it” his smile beams, your face turning hues of red from your nose to the tip of your ears.

“Mhm” was all you could answer, Zabdiel flops down next to you, his arms rested on the back of the couch. “So we’re going out tonight, we’re going to club then the beach, so get dress nena” his fingertips caressing your exposed skin burning you up in size. You felt like the angel in you burned the wings off. Hit too close to the candles flame. Nodding your head Zabdiel helps you up from the couch, opening the door for you to walk out. He’s a gentleman. The type any girl would fall for. His energy is contagious. The butterflies were to powerful. You’re surprised they haven’t exposed you. Richard turns his head your direction smiling.

“Sorry we woke you up precioso” he engulfs you in a hug “it’s okay, I was waking up anyways”

“Yeah Zabdiel was about to beat us up for waking you up” Joel comments very humbling

“This man hella overprotective of you, makes me think it’s something more than just a friendship” Christopher sticks his tongue out in a very nsfw gesture Zabdiel walks over to him but Christopher gets up before he can lap around there. Laughing at how they’re playing a game of cat and mouse, I walk upstairs to my room. They all decided to come over, we were watching a movie in that room and you got tired. Opening your closet door you grab the most simple but elegant. A lace bodysuit tucked into black ripped jeans. And a pair of boots.

After your shower you think about what Christopher said, those words made you feel fuzzy inside. Made you question some things and even jumped to conclusions. But you’ve cane to realization, Zabdiel is just a flirty person by nature, even his fans know that. So makes you any different? Settling for to pieces of hair laying down on each side of your ears and a slick back ponytail. Looking through the mirror you see Zabdiel slender body “maldito bebé te ves bien” [Damn baby you look good], Zabdiel stands behind you kissing your temple. Smiling you lean back on his chest playfully. Zabdiel digs his fingers into your waist adorning you from head to toe.

Zabdiel knew he needed to tell you, he felt just a strongly as you do about him, but he knew his reputation might have messed that chance up for him. “Cmon lets go!” Grabbing your hand he pulls you towards the exit, while you grab your phone and wallet in the other hand. The rest of the boys were sitting on the couch debating about something, but got quiet as we entered the room. “Aren’t y’all obviously talking about us” Zabdiel laughs.

“No se de que estas hablando” [ I do not know what you are talking about] Christopher smugly replies, you only understand half of that sentence, more or less three words. Richard gets up walking towards the front door “erick should drive, since he can’t do shit” Richard pokes fun at him, You put on a pout face seeing how they bullied him. You walk over and hug him around his waist, cheek on his chest.

“Don’t worry, at least we don’t need alcohol to have fun” you back him up

“Yep, you’re right about that” he smiles wrapping his arms around your shoulder. Zabdiel stood in the background feeling a little jealousy brewing in him. Turning on his heel he walks out the door, swiping the keys on your table you follow pursuit.

“Someone has to sit on a lap” Erick shutters

“You’re thé driver, you ain’t got nothing to worry about, I call shotgun!” You yell just as you’re about to hop in the front seat Zabdiel pulls you into him. “You’re sitting on my lap” without any hesitation he pulls you on his lap, while the rest sit down in the seats. Erick looks back at you smiling.

“Watch your head Zabdiel is built like a jungle gym” he enlightens the situation

“Start climbing y/n, see what lies at the top” Christopher chimes in, getting a smack to the back of his head from Zabdiel. You have no choice but to laugh. You feel his hand on your waist pulling you in closer. “You comfortable?” You ask looking back at him

“Yeah I’m good you?” He asks

Smiling you reply “yes”

Arriving at the club, you saw a couple of his friends, including the girl he’s friends with benefits with. She looked beautiful nevertheless, she smelled like coco Chanel, mixed with the breeze of coconut. She was never bitter to you. I guess cause you hid your feelings so well she wasn’t aware you had the biggest crush on him. Zabdiel walks over to her engulfing her in a hug, her fingernails rubbing up and down his back. It was painful to watch so you softly shoulder bumped Erick and he did the same. “I��m hungry” you complain to him

“Yeah same let’s go eat” you and Erick start racing to the dinner part of the bar, Zabdiel watched you in the distance. Smiling at your happiness even if it wasn’t with him. “Zabdiel, Cmon lets get some drinks” Isabella grips onto his arms. Zabdiel nods follow her over to the bartenders. After you finished eating Erick wanted to dance at first you declined feeling socially awkward by the crowd, but Erick promised if it was too much you guys could go back to sitting down and play with the darts in the back of the club. Erick and you started dancing the rhythm of the beat. Y’all bodies grinding and sticking to each other, blending in just like everyone else. It wasn’t so bad you thought to yourself.

“See! Was it so bad?!” Erick shouts over the music, giggling you shake your head in rejection. “No! It isn’t!” Zabdiel was on the couch with Isabella watching how you guys were glue to each other’s body. He wanted that with you. Isabella and Zabdiel are both in a jealous rage. Isabella understood that he didn’t love her, he loved you. She wanted to make your heartbreak so you’d stay away from him. Erick has left to go use the bathroom, Isabella took the opportunity to speak to you. Kissing Zabdiel on the cheek she gets up from his lap making her way over to you.

“Hey y/n how are you?” She asks

“I’m fine, hot is all” you reply

“Yeah it is hot in here, listen sweetie I have something to tell you” her hands lifelessly laid upon your arm “Zabdiel isn’t ready for a relationship, he’s told me that he only sees you as a friend, he couldn’t cross that brother-sister boundary, you know he’s the flirty type don’t take it personal” if you could throw up flowers like a Hanahaki disease. This would be the moment. All this scenarios they played in your head turned from maybes to imaginations.

“Oh, well thanks for tell me I guess” upon hearing your somber tone on the inside she was quiet glad now you would turn away from her “man”

“I’m sorry baby, I know you liked him a lot, but he isn’t worth giving your heart too, he’ll just break it” Isabella pats your back walking back over to Zabdiel” your ears becoming numb to the blaring sound of the music. You watch her sit down on Zabdiel’s lap his hands wrapped around her waist. Smiling as they have a conversation. You told yourself not to fall hard for him. Just in case something like this were to happen. Erick comes out smiling, but that smile soon fades upon seeing the way your lower lip poked out in despair.

“Hey y/n are you okay?” He asks caressing his thumb on your forearm

“Erick.. May I be alone for fifteen minutes? I’ll be at the beach okay?” you force a smile, his eyes downgrading in shades of concern.

“Sure, I’ll come get you in fifteen minutes” Erick smiles, he kisses your temple watching you walkout the door before he turns around heading straight towards Zabdiel.

Zabdiel stops laughing once he sees the look upon Erick face, he knows somethings wrong. “Que Paso ?” [what happened]

“Something happened with y/n, she looked hurt, like she heard something and was disappointed by it” Zabdiel pushes Isabella off of him. She tries to grab his hand but he swings it away.

“What did you say to her?” Zabdiel growls, usually it would cause a bundle of joy in the pit of her stomach, but this sounded like a raging monster.

“Papi I didn’t say anything, maybe she was just thinking about something” she lies, Richard smugly drinks from his cup

“pequeña eres una gran mentirosa” [ little girl you are a big liar” Zabdiel turns in his direction “bro she went and told y/n you’re not in love with her, and that you aren’t ready for love, she also said you’d just hurt her” Zabdiel’s fists balles up wanting to punch a wall or a table but calms down ready to tell her off “when I come back home, I want your shit gone, I’m changing my number as well, get the fuck outta my face” Zabdiel looks back at Erick asking where you’ve gone too.

You were sitting close by the shore not to close to be swept away but close enough the waves crashed against your toes. Wiping the tears from your eyes that blended in well with the salt water in front of you. Why did you have to get your hopes up? You thought to yourself. Hearing the sound of feet against the sand you sniffed and dried your eyes. “It hasn’t been fifteen minutes yet Erick but I’m coming” you get up from your position as you turn around you realize it’s not Erick. But the boy you’ve fallen in love with.

“Oh hey Zabdiel” you couldn’t talk to him right now, you didn’t know how you could talk to him. Things would be awkward. It already was awkward but you always played it off by flirting back. Now you couldn’t do that. Trying to walk past him he grabs your wrist making you stand in front of him, as he towers over you. “What don’t you wanna go back inside? Your girlfriend is probably worried”

Zabdiel rolls his eyes “you know damn well she isn’t my girlfriend”

“Well Isabella is waiting”

“Can’t you see I don’t give a fuck about her? Y/n I’m here cause Erick told me you were out here”

“Your point?” You didn’t mean to be cold,but you wanna let him get close, your heart is already broken. Twice could make you run away from him.

“For fuck sakes y/n I like you” Zabdiel bluntly comments.

Shaking your head you feel the tears roll down “no you don’t Zabdiel, I don’t wanna be just another girl to you, I want more then that I deserve more than that, I don’t want to feel my heart break no more” your voice floating in the window “cause the minute that we touch lockdown, Zabdiel because I am in love with you, I might never want to let you go”

Sniffling you drop your arm still in his grasp “just tell me please, you got someone else, so I can make easy to not go there” you let out one last comment.

“ I can’t lie to you. I don’t have anyone else and I’m not in love with Isabella, it’s always been you, you idiot” not giving you anytime to respond, the sun and the moon met, as his warmth cascade over you, his fingers placed gently on both sides of your cheek, holding the both of y’all together like glue, the waves crashing against the both of your feet’s. A gust of wind flowing in between you two. It was something and more you’ve always dreamt of. Pulling away from your space, a string of saliva becomes a divider between you two. His eyes swimming in love, but also in beauty because of you. “Y/n i meant what I said, I’m deeply and utterly in love with you, fuck more then I should be, it scares the hell out of me, but feeling that jealousy tension today I know that this feels right”

“You were jealous?” You ask curiously

“That’s all you heard?” Zabdiel laughs “yeah, I got very jealous today, what Christopher said is true, I’m very overprotective of you”

“I love you too” honey voice came from your lips, instantly melting Zabdiel, his smile so milky and delicate. Leaning in he crashes his lips upon yours with only one hand on your jawline.

Erick has to drive us home, everyone was drunk besides him and I. Zabdiel was tipsy he could’ve drive but he wanted you to sit on his lap again. Getting out the car the cold wind hit my body. We said out a little longer, playing with the water, kissing, watching the moonlight against the water. It was something that only happened in movies. “Here” Zabdiel wraps you up in his jacket, smiling up at him he kisses your forehead. Something that always gave you butterflies. Even with him bring your boyfriend now. Erick Opens the front door for us, while everyone followed pursuit.

“Finally you told her z! Told you she felt the same” Christopher slurs his words, You giggle in how shy he is by that comment but he just picks you up taking you to his room. Closing the door behind him you scope out the room. He’s done some remodeling there were things you never seen before in his room.

“I added something you’ll love” he speaks

“Hm, what is it?” You reply

“Change into my hoodie and you’ll find out”

“I’ll do that if you take a warm shower with me” innocently you plead

“Oh, already?” Zabdiel jokes with you.

After the shower you and Zabdiel were cuddled up in his bed “so where’s the surprise?” you ask he reaches over on his nightstand grabbing what looked like a remote. He clicked it and stars appeared on the celling. Looking just like the skies you saw at the beach. Astonished by the view your eyes turn into a galaxy. And he loved it.

“How is that for a surprise?” He mumbles against your skin “so now when you come over, we can do just this” he wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling you into his chest.

“What more would you do for me?” You smile

“Whatever you want me to do, you have me on lockdown”

#cnco imagines #cnco #cnco imagine #zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel

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Christopher Velez: Put a Little Love on Me

A/N: This is a little experiment I tried to do cause this song gave me some soft Chris feels? So I hope y’all like it and comment down your opinions. There are two parts to this.

Words: 6.4K +

Pairings: Christopher V. x Reader

Genre: Heartbreak and fluff

Triggers: Language...

Honorable mentions: @papichriscnco @cnco-hoenesty @ellos-me-vuelven-loca @wwecncoroadtripwhydontwetrash @joelpimenteljs (For being my SPANGLISH Translator! Love ya Bubs! <3 )

GUIDE:

(Y/N): Your name

(Y/N/N): Your nickname

(Y/L/N): Your Last Name

' ' ': Switch of scenes

~ ~ ~ : Line by Line Lyrics scenario ending.

//We fight, We get high holding onto love

We came down cause there was nothing holding us.//

Y/n was Zabdiel's best friend. Ever since the day she had stood up for him and patched him up after that rough fight back in middle school.Ever since that day, the two have been inseparable. The both of them were blessed with beautiful voices, always spending their time practicing hard. So when Zabdiel turned 17, he decided to audition for La Banda. Having originally being from Britain, Y/N had decided to go back to her hometown, Manchester and audition for the X-Factor to prove her worth to the world wanting to pursue a solo career in pop music despite spending half of her childhood in Puerto Rica. But despite the conflicting and busy lives they've had, she was there..there when he needed her, him doing the same. She was absolutely overjoyed and practically launched onto him as she hugged him to pieces as she kept congratulating him. He was there for her last performance...stood beside her and consoled her when she got eliminated from the top 3 finalists.

He was downright disappointed but not for long..The night she lost the X-factor, she had won a couple millions of hearts. She continued to pursue her interest..creating music, covering songs of artists she hoped she'd sing along with one day. Her hard work and determination paid off when she got a call asking her if you was interested of being a part of the ISLAND RECORDS. She was thrilled, ecstatic and overjoyed. And within a span of months, she had made her mark, slowly but an unforgotten mark. Zabdiel was there, like always to support her throughout her important phase of her life. It was harder to be there for each other as they had their own careers to pursue.

But when they had been recording in Miami for their own albums, they could spent plenty of time together. Zabdiel had practically dragged her towards the boys even though she opposed the idea fearing that she'd just fangirl on their faces (She was a huge fan of theirs..). But anyways after a few pleadings from Zabdiel she agreed..She had met them backstage after their final performance but it was pretty rushed and informal. So after she had formally (not that she needed it considering how much she knew about them) been introduced to the three boys (Erick, Richard and Joel) apart from Zabdiel, she began talking to them. After a while she had felt thirsty and excused herself to get some water. She had gotten up from the couch and headed towards the small pantry room in their studio.

"Hermosa no está allí!" Erick yells as he stood up from the couch rushing towards her

But obviously before she could turn around and ask him what he meant she had stumbled on a a thin rope like thing, an icy cold bucket of water emptying onto her, as she fell over.

"Ayyy!! Ya deberías bañarse Zabdie!" A voice says as strings of laughter enters into the room.

Y/N growled as she sat down smoothing her hair, not even bothering to look up at the person. The rest of the boys looked (more like glared at the person who had just entered).

"Ayy...No sabie que tenias novia, Erick." The person speaks as he kneels down

"No es mi novia Papi.." Erick replies rolling his eyes.

Y/N cleared her hair away from her face as she saw an extended hand in front of her face..as she gratefully accepted it.

"Thank you..." She whispers as she looks at the boy straightening her posture.

Christopher Velez..her all time favorite member...

"Noo te precupes...and nena it's my fault..." The boy said as he looked at her.

'Shit...she was downright beautiful....' was all that crossed his mind as he gazed at her

Y/N's gaze shifted from his face to to his shirtless torso. Her face flushed into a shade of pink quickly diverting her gaze when she saw him cover his bare chest with his arms, feeling self conscious all of a sudden.

"Err...Okay! Hasta luego, tengo que ir! adiós Hermosa!" He says as he rushes off casually.

Christopher...Charming as always.

"Mi Amol... Let's get you dried up.. Chris is always - -" Zabdiel begins as he hands her out a towel allowing her to dry herself up

"I know... He's always like that..It's okay Z..Pranks are meant to be taken in a positive manner."

"Okay...well let's get you changed into something comfortable." Zabdiel says as he holds her hand and head towards a room to get clothes for her.

' ' '

"Oh come on! Dry up alreadyy!" Y/N groans as she uses a hair dryer to dry off her hair

Before she can grumble about how much she hated drying her hair, she hears a knock on the door

"Come in..." She says as she keeps drying her almost dry hair

She turns around as she sees Christopher standing next to the door nervously as he looked at her

"Oh come on in...Why are you standing there?"

"Oh...Sorry...I..." He nervously trails off as he closes the door behind and walks towards her.

"Te ves fimilar nos conocemos? " He asks as he looks at her as he thinks about it

"Oh... I'm Zabdiel's friend..Y/N!" She says as she turns towards him extending her hand

"Ah! Zabdie's British best friend...Ah ha...Nice to meet you Mi Amol.." Christopher says as he shakes her hand "I'm Chr- -"

"Christopher Velez...Yes I know you Chris..We have met before...Like once But it was rushed up..Your final performance? You're no stranger to me.." She says as she looks at him

"Ah..I remember now! Well glad to know that.. You're a pop artist right? I've heard a good amount of your songs and you are absolutely beautiful. I mean THEY sound abSoLuTeLY amazing! Not that I'm saying you aren't pretty Hermosa...But I- - " Chris begins

"Thank you..Means a lot from you.." she replies as she looks down trying to hide her light blush

"Well of course! So you listen to Latin Pop?"

"I actually do..."

"Well, so umm..do you listen to our music?" He asks nervously

"I love your music..I love your band! I consider myself a CncOwner!" She states proudly

"Is it - - Is it because Zabdiel is a part of the band?"

"Started off that way...But your music's too good NOT to be heard..."

"Thanks...Appreciate the support!" Christopher says as he smiles at her

"Of course!" She states as she returns the gesture.

"I wanted to apologize..About earlier." He apologizes looking down

"Oh Chris! It happens! It's absolutely fine!" She reassure him

"I swear it wasn't meant for you.."

"It was for Zabdiel...I know..Not like you were expecting me..And for the record..He did need a bath.."

"I know right! I was just being a supportive caring respectful friend.."

"But next time...Keep a little bit warmer water..that was ABSOLUTELY freezing!" She says as she giggles a bit

"Yeah sure...and..one more thing.." He says

"Yes?" She questions

"How did you understand what I was speaking in Spanish?" He asks her

"My mother's from Puerto Rico and my dad's British..So Spanish is like my mother tongue...I'm just a bit more comfortable with English in comparison to Spanish." She states

"Oh..That's why you seemed to understand..." Chris says as he nods understandingly

"Yes..." She replies

"It was nice talking to you Y/N.." He says as he smiles at her

"You too Christopher.." She remarks

' ' '

The chemistry between the two was spontaneous and exciting..almost inevitable..

She had loved how carefree he was, his smile and his overall personality.

But around her, Christopher Velez was another different person. Someone shy and reserved.

He would try to impress her by adding in a few more dramatic pushups and increased his speed on the treadmill whenever she came over and worked out with Zabdiel. He'd get her stuffs she'd casually mention in random conversations with him or the other boys.

He'd even write cliché poems and short one liner quotes inside a personal journal of his he started maintaining after they had formally became friends, but made sure no on ever found them.

' ' '

"Okay..I understand..sure..whenever you are free...Bye.." (Y/N) speaks as she hangs up the phone as she sighs and removes off her heels, as she lays frustrated on her couch.

She began lazily flopping around with her phone from app to app..She was disappointed...but not as disappointed as she expected to be...

She knew she didn't love him intensely..but she was willing to give a try. Her present boyfriend had some sort of feelings for her and vice versa so they dated. Well...at least that's one of the reasons she dated him...

The main reason she dated him was to get over her feelings for Christopher that were growing stronger day by day. She liked him..it was way too obvious. But he never showers any signs of interest in her..For she was one of his girl friend..nothing special.. Sure he had showered her with compliments and got her things she liked but he did that with every single girl friend of his...Or at least that's what she reckoned.

So she thought that her feelings for Christopher would disappear overnight as soon as she began dating her current boyfriend..but nothing worked..Soon eventually some sort of feelings grew and she felt a good amount of attachment and love towards him..

The first few weeks were great..she felt better with her boyfriend..but soon after he began cancelling out plans and barely managing time for her..

"(Y/N/N)?!? You're still here?" Asks a voice from her door

Her head darts towards the source and there she sees Christopher standing

"Chris?! What are you doing here?" She asks as she looks at him

"Well..Zabdie had left his jacket in here and I had left a few of my things in here... Aren't you supposed to be on a date today?" Chris asks although his tone is sour as he walks inside

"Andrew's caught up with a bit of work.." (Y/N) replies as she walks towards the kitchen where Chris begins raiding her fridge

"Of course he is.." Chris mumbles as he rolls his eyes

"What was that supposed to mean?" She asks, narrowing her eyes at Chris

"He always does this..He always stands you up almost every single time...Are you guys honestly dating?"

"Of course...We are..." (Y/N) trails off, her tone uncertain

"Well he absolutely isn't treating you the way you are supposed to..."

"Christopher Velèz..You have absolutely no rights to comment about my personal life.." She replies her tone stern

"I'm just stating facts! And I am your friend..I spoke what I felt!"

"Oh please Velèz..what do you know about being in a steady relationship?"

"I've been in more relationships..than you have ever been in. And besides, it's the third time this week he's postponed your plans (Y/N/N)..."

"I know Chris...I know I should do something but..I love him..and he said he was caught up with some work.. He said he'd make time later.. I understand that work is hectic for the both of us.." She explains

"He's hurt you numerous times..with his words and actions..And yet here you are getting hurt..and doing nothing about it..You deserve better (Y/N).." He says as he looks away

"How dare you? I absolutely love him! You've never been in love before! You don't even understand the feeling!" She snaps feeling slightly angry at him for saying that even though she knew he was partially right.

All he wanted to do was scream out that he did know how it feels..He knew the feeling of liking and pinning on someone who's boyfriend was nothing but a jerk who'd make her feel nothing but bad and terrible about her perfect self!

"He's not good enough for you!" Christopher yells back suppressing his thoughts

"What do you know? What do you mean? Why do you care?" She questions him angrily

Because he did care more than he could admit. He liked her more than he could ever admit.All he wanted to do was hug her and let her cry onto his shoulder until the pain fades away..whisper soothing words into her ears..and tell her how much he loves her,give her what she deserves and treat her the way she should have been treated...

But he couldn't...She was someone else's girl..he couldn't ruin their relationship for his petty jealous feelings..Despite how much of a jerk her boyfriend was...SHE loved HIM and not Christopher... So he couldn't change anything...

So he did what he could...he walked away.. because at the end of the day that was the only possible solution..

' ' '

"If you're going just going to sit and stare at him...He'll end up dating someone else.." Joel remarks as he slowly begins drinking a pint

"De acuerdo, Hermosa, creo que deberías hablar con él y dile como te sientes" Erick comments as he follows her gaze

"Nope..He doesn't feel the same.." She remarks as she removes her glare from all the girls surrounding Christopher as she quickly gulps down a glass of shot

"You won't know until you tell him Mamita.." Richard remarks as he empties a few glasses of shots

"I do know how he feels..and he certainly doesn't feel anything out of the ordinary for me..." She remarks as she gulps down a few more shots a bit too quickly

"Mi Amol..I think you should relax on your dosage..You would end up with those terrible headaches.." Zabdiel says as he snatches the pint from her hands.

"Yeah Shawty...This ain't really healthy. Could wreck ya down ya know?" Richard comments as he gulps down a few more shots

"Is that a challenge Yashel?" She asks as she looks at the Dominican.

"Mamita...I was just kidd - -" Richard begins

"Now you're siding off Camacho? I thought you were a pretty up-to- challenges sorta lad.."

"I am that typa lad...But nope...Not regarding things like these.."

"So...I'm gonna assume that you're just a wet blanket...Essh..I expected better from you Camacho.."

"Oh it is so on (Y/L/N) Get ready to lose Mamita.." Richard comments, a competitive look on his face, followed with groans from the boys

"Mi Amol...I think you - -"

"Oh we'll see who'll lose..." She replies as she smirks at him.

' ' '

Of course, she had won. (well..it ended in a tie.). But that night was one of the most drunk she had ever gotten..Her eyes were glossy as she stumbled around barely managing to stand still, Richard possessing minimal control over himself as he began ranting about something in Spanish whilst raw tears flooded his face..

"Richu...A- - Are you OooKaY?" She asks as she holds onto the wooden table.

"Just emotional...he'll be fine.." Joel reassures her as he replies to Richard's rant in Spanish.

Zabdiel held her arm as she leaned onto him for support, as her eyes darted around the place as if searching for someone.

"(Y/N/N)...who are you sea- -" He begins as she glares at something, Zabdiel's gaze follow hers

"(Y/N/N)...Are you..." Zabdiel trails off as she glares at the girl flirting with Chris.

"I don't- - I- - don't care!" She slurs as she shakes her head "Zab...Dance with me.." She comments as she grabs onto Zabdiel's arm

"No Mi Amol...I don't quite like the entire atmosphere..."

She knew he liked his quiet and peace a bit too much...So even in her drunk state she reluctantly agreed and walked towards the dance floor alone..avoiding unwanted older men and just having fun.

After a while she felt two arms wrapping around her waist. She immediately turned around and her gaze fixated on warm chocolate brown eyes.

"Mami no sabia que eras una borracha guapa.." speaks the voice

She could recognize that voice from anywhere..Chris...

"que tu quieres Velèz?" She asks as her eyes glare onto him

"Y por qué debo, Chris? Pensé que eras muy contento con tu novia?" She snaps, her tone jealous

"Novia? Mami ella no es mi??" Chris begins

"Solo ve Vèlez.." She remarks as she removes his arms around her waist

"Estoy preocupada por ti mamita.." He says

"Estas preocupada por mi? Por qué? Espérate, Zabdiel te pidió que vigilarme?" She asks annoyed

"No Hermosa...He di- -"

"Just leave Chris..." She insists as she removes her gaze from him

"But Ma- -" Chris begins but gets interrupted as someone comes up and stands Infront of Chris

"Papi..you said you'd be back in a minute..." A redhead speaks as she presses her body against Chris's as she pouts sadly at him

"Emily..I - -" Chris begins

"Yeah go ahead Chris...she's waiting!" Y/N says, her tone annoyed and jealous

The girl just gives Y/N a disgusted look as she grabs onto Chris' arm leading him towards somewhere else as she mildly grinded onto him as she swayed her hips..

Under any other circumstances..she would have left the scene...not wanting to cause any drama. But the alcohol in her system was too high.. she obviously wasn't in her right senses but somewhere deep down inside...probably in her subconscious mind she knew what she was going to do was probably the only last option she had..Now or NEVER!

She walked upto Chris...whose gaze was already fixated on her as she stood in between Chris and the girl whatever her name was.

"What do YOU think you're doing!?" The girl asks as she glared at Y/N

"None of your business b*txh!" Y/N snaps harshly, raising her middle finger at the girl as she glared back as she held a grip on Chris' arm dragging him away from the redhead..

She dragged him to a partially covered area from the rest of the club.

"Y/N are you--"

"I'm sorry but if I don't I'll die in regret.." She interrupts him

"What do - -" Chris begins as she cuts him off halfway leaning forward

Chris' breath hitched as his eyes widened in shock and surprise when she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, her eyes shut. After a few split seconds he gave in and kissed back...

She pulled away slowly yet reluctantly her face flustered as her eyes remained glossy.

"Chris...Oh god! I just -- I love you Chris! Why don't you understand?" Y/N says as she looks at him, her eyes gleaming with sadness

"It hurts me every time..EVERY.SINGLE.TIME! I keep wondering why.. just why couldn't it be me? Why someone else? What do they have that I don't? Why can't you like me the way I like you! Not as a friend..something more! I've always been attracted to you since forever yet all you do is look at those girls the way I want you to look at me! Why Chris? Just why?" She asks hopelessly as she harshly blinks away the tears that threatened to fall, her attempts unsuccessful

"Hermosa- -Please stop crying- -" Chris says as he wipes a tear from her cheek

"Sorry- -I'm sorry...Just forget any of this happened! I'm just acting..I'm not myself..Sorry..." She says as she tries to walk away, but Chris grabs her wrist pulling her towards him

"Chris what- -" She begins her words cut off as Chris crashed his lips onto hers.

The kiss was soft, quick yet passionate. She blushed, as she kissed back.. The feeling of his lips against hers felt so right. Like it was meant to be.

"I...I like you that way too Hermosa.." He says as he pulls away..his gaze elsewhere.

"Really Papi?" She asks innocently as her eyes gleamed with a new emotion

"Si..." Chris replies as he looks at her

"Let's get out of here and go somewhere comfortable and private.." She says as she grabs his arm as she drags him out.

As they both walked towards the exit, The boys saw the two and stared at them in surprise.

"Wait...She confessed??" Zabdiel asks surprised

"My ship is sailing!!! Yayyyy!!!" Erick comments as he smiles brightly

"I don't want to be an UNCLE yet!! Richard slurs as he continues to sob about something

"Erick....You promised me popcorn! Where's my popcorn?" Joel asks pouting sadly, obviously drunk.

' ' '

Christopher opens the door of their place allowing her in. She gives him a lopsided smile as she walked (more like stumbled inside). He helped her towards Zabdiel's room as that's where she always slept.

"Now sit here okay? I'll be back." Chris assures her as he walks towards his room, cleaning himself up and changing into something comfortable.

He walked back into Zabdiel's room to check on (Y/N)..She walked out of the bathroom, in a bathrobe hanged messily onto her body...

"Oh my! (Y/N)!! Ahhh!! I'm sorry!" Chris stutters as his face turns red as he shielded his eyes with his hands.

He had seen countless amount of girls fully exposed in front of him..Yet here he was blushing like a tomato seeing her half exposed chest.

(Y/N) wrapped the bathrobe around her tighter as she looks at him equally embarrassed.

"I thought- - I-- I mean- - You'd wan- -t a- -sh- -ir- t..." Chris stutters, his eyes still shut

"Thanks..." She replies as she grabs the shirt and the shorts he'd handed her

' ' '

Chris had made her bed for her, arranging everything she needed before she slept.

"Chris..." A voice speaks as Chris turns around

There she stood next to the bathroom door as she had messily changed into the clothes Chris had handed her. He walked over towards her as he helped her re adjust her clothes.

"Thanks..." She mumbles as she looks at him

Chris nodded as he helped her towards the bed..She stops him in between and he looks at her

"Hermosa..is there a problem?" He asks nervously

She speaks nothing but merely kisses him..He melts into the kiss and she interlocking her arms around his neck as soon as he bit her lower lip as she let out a soft whimper..He smoothly slid in his tongue as he savored every inch of her as her hands trailed into his hair, his arms wrapping around her waist.

They pulled away when air was a necessity..Christopher immediately feeling guilty..He knew she was too drunk to decipher what she was doing and was sure she didn't like him the way he did.She tugged onto his shirt as she slowly looked at Christopher..

"No! No absolutely not Hermosa.." He says as he slowly pushes her away from him

"Why? Don't you love me?" She asks as he sighs

"No hermosa, estas absolutamente borracha. No podía aprovecharme de ti." He replies as he looks at her

"I understand..But tomorrow we mustn't wake up thinking all of this was a huge joke..okay?" She says as pecks his lips one more time

"We'll..we'll see..Just take some rest for now..." He says as she lays down on the bed

She hums in response as Christopher wraps the blanket around her. As he stood up to leave, she holds his arm

"no me dejas, duerme conmigo.." She says as she looks at him lovingly

"no, no puedo..." He says as he looks away

"Please...Don't leave..Just one night." She says

"No..I.." He begins

"I usually cuddle onto something.." She blurts out interrupting him

"I'll.. I'll get you something to.."

"Oh Chris..Siempre soñé con dias que puedo tenerte a mi lado y dormir contigo. "

"Hermosa... I'm not.."

"Please?"

Chris sighed as he takes a spot next to her in the bed..(Y/N) scoots closer towards Chris as she wraps her arms around his clothed torso..

Christopher felt the entire scenario was wrong.. He's going to wake up into reality and the girl he liked would probably not even feel the same about her..

"Te amo Chris..." She murmurs as she softly closes her eyes, smiling softly

Christopher felt his heart swell up with an emotion he didn't know he was capable of possessing..

Oh how he wished how all of her words were true..He wished the kiss was true and honest..not just a drunk mistake..and despite how wrong it was to sleep next to her..he knew he'd never be capable of telling her how he felt face to face..So one night of all this wasn't going to hurt anyone..

' ' '

(Y/N) woke up, her hands wrapped onto something...rather someone. The feeling was absolutely beautiful..It wasn't Zabdiel for sure because she wouldn't be able to feel his chest completely considering how tall he was..she liked the warmth the person possessed..Her eyes opened slowly as her gaze fell upon on a perfect mess of brown shabby hair...

Her eyes widened as she say a full clothed sleeping Christopher Velez in front of her. She sat up quickly in surprise as she merely blinked at him.

"Oh my god!" (Y/N) shouts a bit too loud causing Christopher to wake up

He looks at her, his eyes widened as he sat up on the bed quickly away from her..

She spoke nothing but merely stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom..allowing herself to fully freak out peacefully whilst the tap water ran loudly.

What was she doing sleeping with Christopher? What had happened last night? Did she do something stupid?

Probably Chris was extremely tired and found a empty spot next to her and laid down and slept. Nothing was awkward right? Big deal!

She came outside with a terrible headache...Of course..She had been terribly drunk last night..She groaned and sat on the bed in pain..

"Here...take these.." Chris says as he hands her over a glass of water and a tablet of Aspirin.

(Y/N) looked at Christopher as she shoots him a grateful smile as she takes the tablet and gulps it down with the glass of water, Christopher leaving the room.

' ' '

(Y/N) walked downstairs, heading off to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Her headache had worn off quickly. She grabbed a bowl and tried to reach for the cereal box in the cabinet from above her, successfully being unsuccessful. Zabdiel walked over, opened the cabinet and took down the cereal box handing it over to her.

"I almost had it Z..." She says as her cheeks puff up in annoyance

"That's why you were jumping up and down for five minutes straight.."

"Zab...You could have let me try at least.."

"Mi Amol..Come on.. Let's eat already.." Zabdiel says as he grabs a carton of milk from the fridge

They sat down together and began eating as they begin talking about random stuffs.

Erick entered the room with a wide smile on his face..as he sent a knowing smirk to (Y/N). Joel followed suite, Christopher trailing behind him as they came and sat on their table.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at a now smirking Erick and a widely smiling Joel..Christopher had taken his breakfast and settled on the couch, to avoid conversations.

Richard walked in as he grabbed his breakfast and settled next to Christopher, after sending her a smirk.

Why was everyone smirking at her? Did something happen last night?

After breakfast, Zabdiel told her he wanted to talk to her. They both walked into Zabdiel's room as he locked the door..

"Why is everyone acting so strange Zab? Did something happen last night?" She asks genuinely confused

"I'm supposed to be asking you that mi Amol..." He replies

"I don't remember..Could you tell me how drunk was I last night?"

"Probably the most drunk I've seen you..." He states

"Why do I have a feeling that I've done something stupid?" Y/N asks to no one in particular

"You tell me mi Amol..." Zabdiel says as he stretches a bit

"I need time Zab...Give me a minute.."

Y/N tries to remember whatever had happened last night..and within a few minutes..Every single memory hits her like a wave...

"Oh my...I SOUNDED LIKE AN ABSOLUTE IDIOT!! I NEED TO APOLOGIZE TO CHRIS! HE THOUGHT I DIDN'T - - OH MY ZABDIEL! I MESSED UP!! I'M AN IDIOT! WHAT DO I DO?!?" She asks

"Go and talk to him (Y/N/N)...stop panicking and tell him how you really feel.."

"NO ABSOLUTELY NOT! I CAN'T! HE DOESN'T - - "

"Okay...Live in regret that you never told him how you felt because you were a scared chicken.." Zabdiel says interrupting her

"ZABDIEL DE JESUS! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BEST FRIEND? AND BEST FRIENDS HELP ONE ANOTHER AT THE HOUR OF NEED! I NEED YOUR ADVICE RIGHT NOW! I'M IN A CRISIS!" She yells in frustration

"I'm giving you advice and you are literally not accepting them...I am trying to help you but you are just panicking.." Zabdiel says as he rolls his eyes

"I MEANT PRACTICAL SOLUTIONS!" She yells back

"It did seem pretty practical last night huh (y/n/n)?" He asks

"OH MY GOD!! I'M GOING TO- -" She begins

"Stop panicking mi amol...Just tell him how you truly feel..things will eventually turn out good.." He says interrupting her

"But what if he doesn't like me...?"

"Trust me...you won't be disappointed.." Zabdiel reassures her

' ' '

"Christopher...Could I talk to you for a second?" Y/N asks as she enters the music room in their place, Christopher and Joel sitting and discussing something "I mean..that's if you're not too busy.." She adds on nervously as she looks at Joel and Christopher

Christopher looks at Joel as he nods quickly letting Christopher off..

The both of them walk towards the pool side of the lads' place. The both of them awkwardly stood there staring at the now interesting pool.

"You-- -you said you wanted to talk.." Chris says as he breaks the silence

"Yes...Look...I owe you a huge apology.. what I did yesterday night was absolutely stupid.. I'm sorry..I shouldn't have forced you into anything.." she says nervously, sighing softly

"It's okay Y/N...You were drunk..Hope things aren't going to change between us.." Chris says as he forces a small smile despite the fact that his heart was aching in pain as he turns around walking away

"Chris WAIT!" She says a bit too loud

"Huh? Everything fine?" He asks turning around

"I have..I have something..to tell you!" She says as she looks at him

"What?" He asks her

"This...This..Whatever I said yesterday...they weren't completely wrong..well at least most of it..I really do like you more than a friend..I always have..You were always my favorite member..not Erick. I've liked every single little thing about you and..I don't know.."

"If you did like me why did you date Andrew?"

"The reason I dated Andrew wasn't because I knew you wouldn't feel the same about me..And I had to get over my petty feelings...But Christopher listen..I absolutely understand if you don't feel the same about me! It's absolutely okay! I just had to tell you this...I hope we can still stay friends.." Y/N rambles as she tries to walk away.

"So I don't get to speak?" Chris asks her

"Christopher...I really don't want to hear you let me down..I spoke what I felt honestly.." She replies

"Who said I was going to let you down? Besides I like you that way too Hermosa.."

"It's fine Chris..You don't need to convince me..I can handle rejection you know? Don't force yourself to feel that way.."

"But I do... You're the only girl I honestly feel something for..All those things had special meanings attached to it when I did them to you..and last night I just wished..the kisses and everything you said about liking me were true.."

"So does that mean..." Y/N begins as Christopher shuts her up with a quick kiss.

"You're my girlfriend!" Chris winks at her as she rolls her eyes and kisses him...

~ ~ ~

She was overjoyed and was satisfied with her relationship with Chris.

His flirty self always caught her blushing..his cringy pickup lines..his overall charm all captivated her and she enjoyed her time with him..

But somewhere deep down inside she knew that Christopher wasn't a settle-on-a-girl sorta guy..He was more of a on-the-go sorta guy..So she was scared..Scared that she wasn't good enough to make him stay..So somewhere deep down inside she knew it wasn't practical to expect or rather wish for such a sort of relationship with Chris...

Chris had come home at midnight as he walked into her place..He was tipsy but yet somehow managed to control himself..

Y/N let him in angrily as she closed the door behind him.

"We need to talk Chris.." She begins

"Talk... I'll listen.." Chris says

"A conversation is two sided...I need your involvement in here too.."

"Okay...What's the matter?" He asks as he rolls his eyes

"Why do you have a lipstick stain on your cheek?!?" She asks, her eyes widening

"Some girl kissed me..."

"And you kissed her back?!"

"It was just a kiss...nothing more.. You're acting like I hooked up with someone or something..."

"Everything isn't a joke VELÈZ! Try to be a bit serious at times! You walk in at midnight, have a lipstick stain on your cheek and you ask me what's my problem?!? You practically glare of ANY guy that approaches me and get jealous in an unhealthy manner!"

"You're just being dramatic right now (Y/N)..." Chris remarks as he rolls his eyes "They're just random strangers.."

"So it's fine if you can go around kissing random strangers but you have a problem if I approach a guy.."

"There's a difference..in that... It's not like that!"

"Then tell me what's it like?!?"

"Stop acting like the annoying bXtch you are!"

"HOW DARE- - YOU know what... Let's end this right here right now!"

"Are you fXckin serious??"

"Yes! This isn't going anywhere!"

"What?!"

"This entire thing was a mistake...It was something petty! A petty fling! You aren't capable of loving someone apart from yourself Christopher! You are just so damn selfish!"

"Don't give me that tone!" He yells

"You know that it's true...You can't survive without your usual hookups and your one night stands now can you?" She taunts him

"No...I can't! Happy? Satisfied? You know what...I don't even like you..All of it was just a stupid joke..You are just an unwanted prick and a clingy little thing...I could never commit to you..I never felt anything romantic for you and the worst thing is that I felt something stronger to my previous hookups than I've ever felt for you.." Chris shouts as he glared at her

She paused for a second before she regained her posture

"Well since we both don't feel anything towards each other it would be better if we stopped this...thing between us..whatever you'd like to call it..." She says as she looks at him sternly

"Glad that you realized it this soon.." he says as he heads towards the door

"Glad we're in an agreement Velèz.." She says as she slams the door shut, her eyes gleaming with grief and pain.

~ ~ ~

Is it wrong that I still wonder where you are?

Is it wrong that I still don't know my heart.

Christopher didn't cry...no absolutely not..He was used to this..He was used to having girlfriends for a week.. a month..or maybe two. But after (Y/N) had left him...He felt lost in a way..He felt a sort of emptiness

He tried sleeping with other girls..trying to ease off this unexplained pain he was undergoing..but nothing could ease the pain...

He found his thoughts drifting off..all of them all over and over about her...

From simple baking to anything she liked..very little thing reminded him about her..

She obviously would have moved on.. Why wouldn't she? She's got the looks. Why does he care? The both of you had broken off..And like he said you meant nothing to him...

Everything around him seemed less brighter with her by his side..What was he even feeling? Was this normal? Normal to feel like this?

He was definitely not himself.The liveliness in him was still alive..but it was evidently missing something..at least that's what his heart told him..

~ ~ ~

Are you all dressed up but with no where to go?

Are your tears falling down when the lights are low?

Another Friday night tryna put on a show

Do you hate the weekend cause nobody's calling?

Christopher sat on his bed as he checked his phone for the 27th time at the same minute. He scrolled through their chats again and again..as if it provided him an odd source of relief.

He looked at it anxiously..as if somehow expecting her to miraculously text him when he was the one who messed the entire relationship up...

He put down the facade when he was alone...mostly when the guys were sound asleep or had gone out for any occasion...He'd cry as hard as he wanted..the pain returning and striking harder every time a tear slipped down his cheek...

The space and loneliness was evident..almost suffocating.

~ ~ ~

I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin

So darling put a little love on me

Put a little love on me

He felt something..something weird for her...Something he hadn't felt with any girl he had met. Whatever he felt hadn't died...It was still there. He realized a sort of unpleasant, stinging pain every time he thought about letting her go.

He was hurt...More than he could admit..But somehow only more love and attachment filled his shattered heart..The love in his heart was never put outside...It was hidden. Even when he was with her, it was hidden.

He didn't want himself to get hurt..he knew he'd be taken advantage of.. that's why he never tried to love anyone romantically..He was scared..Scared that if he showed them how vulnerable he was... they'd use it against him.. That's why he stayed passive and inexpressive..He was scared she'd leave him for someone better.

~ ~ ~

When the lights come up and there's no shadows dancing

I look around as my heart is collapsing

You're the only one I need

So put a little love on me

Everyone around him was happy.. Everyone at the pubs, concerts, parks, restaurants and streets had their special someone...everyone apart from him..Instead of being angry.. he felt lonely..upset...

He could have been there..enjoying the same..if he wouldn't have let the only one girl he felt something for...not for his fame or how great he was at bed..but just because of what he was inside out.. Overlooking his flaws and loving him for who he was not what other people and the media said he was..

The heaviness in his heart increased, when he realized she was gone...He felt as if his heart was almost collapsing slowly shattering into small tiny yet irreparable pieces...

They pretended to move..at least he did.but deep down inside..somewhere he knew she was the only one he needed right now...

X- X- X

#one direction #cnco #cncosongfic #christopher velez #richard camacho #zabdiel #erick colon #joel pimentel #put a little love on me #songfic #love #heartbreak

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Jason expert rate Jason’s designs

sorry for being late i was busy with school but now i’m free so to celebrate. jason indulgence.

pre-crisis not robin

very cute. i like that it has a lil more of flair to it? the collar and the lines on the gloves and the shorter cape.. also love it has pants. king rlly king. wonder if they already knew he was gonna be robin anyways or if they were still considering nightbird. anyways, 8/10 bc its cute

pre & post-crisis robin (bc its basically the same)

i mean its a classic.. however it reminds me jason was the only robin who was simply given dick’s clothes rather than like. have an unique look? which sucks. 7/10 middle child syndrome is REAL

post-crisis robin (winter edition)

OKAY NOW THIS. i absolutely love. is it tacky? oh yes without a doubt. i still love the pants and the sleeves. finally winter clothes for this child, especially considering his new titans scene where he was bitching about the costume not being snow proof. he got what he wanted! 9/10

new 52/rebirth costume by

EPIC. IDC I LOVE IT.the circles on his arms and his boots.. the lines on his legs.. i just love it. i love the red mask too… it feels.. not more unique, but feels more jason-y than the other costume. 10/10

NOW. onto older stuff

hush

as u can see im VERY confusion about the pouches and the straps?? why??? whats the purpose.. generally its fine. the white strand moved a nation and i think the chest piece is cool, but everything else.. uglee. like the long as hell jacket and him looking 40 years old like why r u 19 looking like fifty? ugly white man. 5/10

winicks/utrh version

LITERALLY A CLASSIC. i love this costume sooo much. like jason obviously grew out of it, as in it wouldnt make sense for him anymore to go with something like this as his main costume because i feel like this fit the utrh mood (him not veing a vigilante/hero/villain whatver but trying to be a mob boss n shit) and it just. fucks. i love the helmet just being plain with no stupid mouth or nose shape. i simply love it. 10/10

nigthwing

its just. its just the nightwing costume. didnt even try he just stole that from dick. he still rocks it and looks better than dick, and u gotta give him points for accessorizing with his dagger. 7/10

red robin

im not. a big fan of this costume.. i think the cowl is ugly, it just does not work for someone as big as jason… however i do like why he took this mantle and what it meant.. 6/10 no words head empty.

oh brother. furryman

ITS SUCH AN UGLY COSTUME. muzzle batman walked so muzzle red hood could run. its just. ugly like ugly. i dont like the ears or again the muzzle or whatever the hell is going on in the arms.. its just so edgy. 5/10

WANNA KNOW WHAT A SEXY EVIL BATMAN COSTUME LOOK LIKE?

Injustice 2 batman

I2 HAD IT IN THE BAG BABY. i like that its like classic batman costume but again! with some jason touches! the red eyes, the electric tiddies making a comeback.. epic genuinely epic. 10/10

and if ur not into evil jason

100% dad ‘i have my life figured out’ batman jason

just like the nightwing costume this is just. batman costume. nothing special or different from it so its like did u even try? BUT in this scenario it actually means smth that he stuck to bruces costume.. sweet.. but boring. 7/10

speaking of. evil ugly designs. ugh i hate this.

this motherfucker

ive never. ever. felt as humiliated by a costume than thetime jason wore this. like MORTIFYING RLLY. its DISGUSTINGGG. the helmet shape. the fucking WHITE. the SKULL PLEASE WHO DESIGNED THIS WHO HATES ME IN PARTICULAR SO MUCH??? THIS MAN DOES NOT FUCK! HES UGLY! HE STINKS!!!! the red guns are epic that much i can say. LOOK AT THOSE PANS GOD ITS SO HUMILLIATING. 0/10 WORST COSTUME EVER.

HOWEVER. winick and the artist spun GOLD from it, because next time jason wore possibly my favorite costume to date

this motherfucker…2!

like look how much better it looks with a little of swag.. the helmet without eyes.. the belts.. the fucking leather jacket.. keeping the red guns/gloves.. like seriously i dont know a better man. the skull is still awful and i wouldve replaced the white for black and MWAH best costume. like the black part at the top make it all red and the white make it black.. god this jason fucks massively i love him. 11/10 my favorite by a landslide perhaps

new 52/rebirth red hood

OKAY I KNOW theyre slightly different (rebirth has shorter sleeves and a more padded look) but to me its like. same thing. okay i think its.. fine. its not phenomenal but its not ugly.. i like the brown jacket more than the black jacket i have to admit, its more distinctive and i simply like the color more, however i do not.. like jason having the bat symbol.. but thats also a me thing about how badly written this is. anyways. the helmet with the mouth disgusts me and everytime its drawn like that its humilliating. like. 7/10. maybe 7+. when it has the mouth or like nose ANY FACIAL EXPRESSION RLLY its a 5.

wingman

oh i absolutely despise that helmet. he looks like fucking. terminator. its the ugliest shape ive ever seen and the visor is.. huge. i dont like the shoulder pads either idk what the fuck its going on with the thing around his neck either.. like hes. knockout batman and i HATEEE IT. damians costume slaps tho. i just… its… ugly. like.. 3/10.

get damian back arc red hood costume

oh im a HUGE fan of this design.i love how his costume is designed in a way thats like. if jason was a dnd character he absolutely would be a tank. the padding, the red undertones everywhere, i just.. love it. i like how all the costumes were done to reflect their personalities you know.. i like this robin red hood hybrid. 9/10 would even say 10/10 bc i just enjoy how gleason draws jason.

red hood/arsenal costume

its like. i dont hate it completely (i love the way the hood+helmet looks) and thats.. yeah thats pretty much all i like about it. i HATEEEE the vest i hate it fr.i hate how huge the sumbol is and idk this costume just does not spark joy. 5/10

outlaw costume

okay this one. this one drives me insane. because like. okay i dig parts of it. i like the lack of sleeves. i like the gloves thingies. i like the hood. i could get aboard him ditching the helmet - it breaks all the damn time anyways. i like the stripes on his pants in the boots. ALL SEPARATE? NEAT. now i hate. hate. the muzzle. like WHY IT LOOKS SO UGLYYY LIKE SO UGLY like unless the artist GETS IT and is SEXY it looks awful. look at this

AWFUL. also like it made sense for when he was on the run and he had to make do and assemble a costume from what he had but like now hes sponsored by lex, get that man a goddamn new suit already please. anyways. 6/10.. like i said i like many elements from it but its still.. kinda ugly all together and depends A LOT on the artist.

three jokers

im torn on this one.. i think its a bit boring.. i dont rlly like the top part, it reminds me SOO much of that one tt issue where he beat the fuck out of tim while wearing a robin costume like i understad the implications of him wearing a costume thats similar to the robin blouse but im not a big fan.. also i prefer the brown leather jacket. its like not his worst costume by far but not the best.. like pretty basic? i would say 6/10

NOW SOME AUS.

tiny titans & lil gotham

okay these two are like. pretty much the canon versions of robin and red hood HOWEVER they both have details that are different from the original version and DESERVE a mention. the curls on robin jason and jasons red gloves/belt are ICONIC. whoever designed them knew what they were about, so 10/10 best bapy jason.

arkham knight

does the person who designed this know how much theyve done for the lgbt community? i hope they do. i love.. a lot about this costume. i love the ears, i love how techno it is, i love the layers to it.. im.. not a big fan of the whole military thingy but i have to admit that applying it to the design itself is kind of neat.. i love the colors too and how.. practical it is while being. well. kinda dramatic? the whole bat aesthetic.. yeah. i love it. 9/10

arkham red hood

this one.. when u think about it the outlaw version is VEEERY similar to this one: the pants, the hood, the jacket eve. however i like this helmet so much more, i have a weakness for eyeless (??) helmets.. i like the little details of it as well, i remember that pic going around of it being held together with like. fuckign stitches and bandaids. legendary. i love this look, i would say 9+/10

injustice 2 jason

okay gonna go ahead and say it: not a big fan of the helmet. it looks like.. a bug? the lenses do not spark joy. this bitch has many styles and like toners etc and i will no rate them all. i think its a pretty basic design, not the best but not the worst either. like if it was an exam i would make them pass but make faces at what im reading like eeehhhgh. 7/10.

hag jason

middle one is like literally, on the outside and superficial level, just. his usual costume. the jacket and the grey kevlar and the bat. now the gloves are sexy as hell.. and in the whit ebackground one u can appreciate the under costume better and i really like it?? i just.. like the design. I HATE HOWEVER the bat helmet. WHY IS IT HOLLOW?? BITCH HELLO?? AND THE BATMAN SYMBOL DOES NOT MAKE SENSE! and i like things making sense!!!. we will not talk about jason in this book. like.. 8/10. maybe 9 if im feeling it.

hag jason 2: the hagger and the furious

hes just.. a little old man.. he cannot change this.. i like this design. i like seeing jason grow old. wish it wasnt in this context. my father rlly. 8/10

—-

am i forgetting any jays.. i wont do all animated robins because they all look the same and the one that doesnt i do not like. SO HERES my thoughts..

#Anon #jason todd #jason.txt #THIS has been my weekly jason rant. come back next week for more

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reverseblackholeofwords · 5 years

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Means to an End (pt. 4)

Part 3

Chase rubs his hands up and down the doctor’s arms. “Breathe with me okay? In... hold it... and out. Okay, okay, you did good. Again.” He coaches him through a few more breaths, but Henrik just shakes his head and loses control all over again.

He’s been holding it together for so long. It was always only a matter of time, but even now he’s cursing himself for falling apart so completely. And in front of his brothers, too. He’s supposed to be the one that fixes the problems, not the one that starts them, and here he is crying like a baby and clinging to his youngest brother like he’s a lifeline.

“Jackie, turn the lights off okay? And brew some coffee.” Chase looks up at the hero who seems all but panicked himself. He’s strong, but he never handles these sorts of things well. So Chase knows it’s best to give him a job to do, something he can contribute, and the smell of coffee always puts Henrik in a better mood. “How about I tell you a story, Hen? Will that help?”

Henrik hardly responds, a jerk of his head that might be a sharp intake of breath and might be a nod of affirmation, but Chase takes it as the latter and pulls Henrik to his chest to begin. He does this with his kids when they wake from a nightmare, so maybe it’ll work now. “I didn’t join the channel at a very good time, I know that, but when I did, when I saw that all the fans loved and supported me, it felt... wild to instantly be part of something so big.”

He runs his fingers through Henrik’s hair and leans back against the wall behind him. “But it was scary, too. I was worried that I’d mess up or that people would realize Jack hadn’t come back from the Halloween attack yet, and I knew I was supposed to be some kind of distraction... But you never made me feel that way.” Chase laughs a little. “You were so relieved to finally have a ‘normal’ brother. Do you remember telling me that? You said you’d had it with heroes and magicians, and I was such a nice surprise. That made me feel incredible.”

He can hear the bubbling and hissing of the coffee brewing in the kitchen, and Henrik visibly relaxes as the shaking finally leaves his body. “Even when things are at their worst, you’ve been strong for us, and I appreciate that. But maybe you should take a load off, bro. Maybe let us be strong for a bit?”

Schneep bites his lip, tears still streaming down his face, pooling at the point of his chin and dripping onto Chase’s shirt. “I’m supposed to fix zings. But I-I can’t fix anyzing anymore. Anti... he broke our family. Vhat do-vhat do ve do now?”

Chase feels a pang of sadness in his chest and has to take a deep breath to get around it as he says, “We get up every day. We do the things, and we come home and hold onto each other. We fall apart, but we pull ourselves back together. And one day, maybe we won’t fall quite as hard.”

“But Jack...”

“Will wake up. He’s strong, too.” Chase doesn’t know if he believes what he’s saying, but he wants to. And maybe, just maybe if he says them enough, they’ll be true. “He’ll come back to us, just watch and see.”

Marvin and Jackie edge their way into the room, and after a smile and a nod from Chase, they kneel down around Henrik, Jackie with a cup of coffee and Marvin with a few of his fresh baked cookies. Both have an apology. “Sorry I snapped at you this morning. It’s not your fault I’m a grouchy jerk.” Marv holds out the little tin of cookies, and Henrik takes them shakily.

“And I’m sorry that I haven’t been honest with you.” Jackie pushes the mug across the floor to Schneep. “I guess I haven’t been doing as well as I’d hoped either. Maybe we’re all falling to pieces, like Chase said.”

Henrik brushes the tears from his face and sighs, sitting up. “Vhen I lost ze clinic back in November, I... I zought I vould be useless to you all, so I’ve been taking jobs from people, under ze table stuff.” He cleans the tears from his glasses on his shirt. “I had to, for Jack, you know? But I hated how bad it made me feel to hide zis from you all.” He puts his glasses back on and takes a deep breath. “But now you know.”

They all rather awkwardly reach for each other at once, a group hug of hurt feelings and tired eyes and finally mending hearts. Something sparks then, a weird sort of electrical charge that has the air tasting like burnt wires. “Vhat vas...” Henrik asks slowly, knowing instinctively that somehow whatever that was came from him, before he hears something moving in the other room.

“Jackie? Marv? Henrik?” A pause. “Guys? What happened?”

The Egos look at one another in shock before they all simultaneously bolt for Jack’s room.

#chase brody #dr. schneeplestein #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #jacksepticeye #means to an end #means to an end pt 4 #panic attack tw

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heartfeltheart · 4 years

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Alchemy: Magic Vs. Science

Chapters: 16/25 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter Rating: T Relationships: Edward/Winry, Lan Fan/Ling, and May/Alphonse. Primary Characters: Edward Elric, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Crossover, Teacher!Edward, BrOtp Edward/Severus. Sassy beyond measure. Series: Part 1 of 9. Summary: Magic and Science, are they the same or are they completely different? It just takes one person to point out all up and downs. Along with breaking the stereotypes that come up with being a wizard, alchemist and most of all being human. Thank you, @amynchan! D/C: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. Discord: La Red(Mesh Mash of… stuff.): https://discord.gg/KYjmVAb Alchemy Series: https://discord.gg/DejEYNJ

“English and Edward’s accented voice.” “Amestrian or another foreign language.” “Written notes.” ‘Thoughts.’ First Name: Informal Last Name: Formal (Or used to annoy others)

"Is something wrong with Mr. Elric?"

"He seems...quieter than usual..."

"Does it have to do with what happened last Wednesday?"

"Naw, he was acting like himself yesterday, today he just seems.... off."

"All of you know I could hear you?"

"Sorry, Mr. Elric!"

Edward sat back in his chair, his legs propped on his desk and his right arm covering his eyes. It was a lazy day for his class, which was extremely odd for his students. They had never seen their teacher act in such a manner and they were all at odds on how to approach him.

Should they ask him point blank?

No. Mr. Elric's bark equals his bite.

Tricking Mr. Elric say his problem?

No. Mr. Elric will see through that and turn it back against them.

Go tell Professor Snape of Mr. Elric's change of mood?

Yes. That is the safest option they could come up with at that moment. If anyone could get Mr. Elric back on his feet is Professor Snape. Unless Professor Snape is the reason for the change of behavior... Anyway, it's better off to be safe than sorry.

Edward stayed in that same position for the remainder of the class time and almost throughout the entire day. His class had left after they sent him several worried looks before they scurried off to lunch. It wasn't until the door creaked open is when he lifted his hand away from his face to see who it was. "Zefferus."

Severus walked into the partially empty classroom, closing the door behind himself, and walked over towards the Alchemy teacher. "Edward."

Edward blinked several times and some sort of realization appeared on his expression. He placed his legs back down on the ground and he stretched around in his seat to regain some sort of feeling back into his body. The Golden Blonde blinked lazily at Severus once said man stood in front of his desk. "Did my students tattle on me?"

"You missed lunch and you didn't go to the kitchens for food."

"House elves tattled on me?"

"Mr. Elric." Severus stated flatly, he gave the Alchemy Teacher a deadpan expression, not at all amused.

Edward stared at Severus with a blank expression before he let out a tired sigh which he quickly covered up with a smile. He stood up from his spot and headed towards Severus with a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, I am reminiscing of the past."

Severus snorted, he signaled for Edward to leave the classroom. "I have forty-five minutes until my next class and I need to make sure you are properly feeding. You have a tendency of skipping meals."

"Me? Skipping meals? No~" Edward guffawed out, he waved at Severus dismissively at such notion. He walked passed the Potion's Master to head over to leave the classroom to go to the kitchens. "Come on, let's see if they have made any apple pies...I still have to get Winry to send over her recipe. Hey, you wouldn't have some of that whiskey?"

"It's only Wednesday..."

"Exactly."

-.-

"Truth...my head..." Edward grumbled under his breath, he rested his head on the main table in the Grand Hall. It was breakfast time and nothing was helping him deal with a hammering headache. After a night of drinking with Severus to get a remaining memory to temporarily forget. It did not help that Filius later joined in and challenged him and Severus to a drinking game. The winner ended up being Severus as he is the only one that appears to be unaffected by what had happened last night. Said main is just sitting there...drinking whatever the hell he is drinking... Not even hunching over in pain... "I hate you..."

"I know." Severus responded over his steaming beverage. He reached over and pushed a steaming beverage over to the Golden Blonde. "Drink, it will help with the aftereffects."

"Does it have milk?"

"No."

Edward grumbled under his breath as he reached over to take the beverage. "Bastard."

"I know."

Edward sat up straight and cursed under his breath when he felt his bones snap back into place. Smacking his lips together, the Golden Blonde sniffed the beverage before taking a sip. Seeing that he hadn't died by that single sip, he drowned the drink down. He shook his head at the peculiar taste. Whatever he just drank sure helped him with that head...ache. "You created something to get rid of the pain did you not?"

That slight twitch on Severus's lips that caused Edward to frown and curse under his breath at how unfair he was. "Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater."

"Oh, how childish of you to say such a thing." Severus said coolly.

"Shut up." Edward snorted, he reached over towards his plate of food and picked at it. He glanced around the Grand Hall to do a quick survey of the area. His brows furrowed at what he saw, groups were huddled together whispering or gloating rather too loudly for his taste. The main subject of today... "What is Quidditch?"

"Hm?"

"Quidditch? I have heard my students talk about it, but never really paid any mind to it." Edward asked Severus with a blank expression. "Vell?"

"It's a magical sport played on magical flying brooms."

"Zounds boring."

"You should at least watch a game... My house has tryouts today, you should come." Severus encouraged Edward.

Edward eyed Severus warily, this was not a side he was used to seeing. He was acting prideful but not in his typical way. It then that familiar spark he had seen from a man from another life. With a snort, Edward picked up a muffin and munched on it. "Fine, I vill see how this game is."

-.-

"Dis is...unbelievable." Edward was in complete and utter awe at what was he was seeing in front of him. There they are, kids using brooms to zooming around doing whatever was needed for them to do. Three of this students are on the team and one is trying out for the position of...Keeper? "And ridiculous...Vat the Truth are dey supposed to be doing?"

"Are there any type of sports in Amestris?"

"No, it's primary focus is on the Military."

"...Of course..."

Edward eyebrows flew up at seeing one of his students, Terence Higgs, and Slytherin's Seeker, nosedived down towards the earth. He swore his heart stopped and restart itself when Terence grabbed something before he pulled back up at the last minute. "What did he grab?"

"The Golden Snitch, catching it will end the game and give the given team 150 points."

Edward scratched his head wondering about the game. "Tell me more about... Quidditch."

-.-

"What do you mean ve get a two-week break?" Edward stated over his cup of hot tea. He had the Daily Prophet in his free hand. The magical newspaper kept on mentioning a holiday the Golden Blonde had never seen or heard before. He had mentioned it to Severus and what really got his attention is the fact there is a two-week vacation for...Christmas and New Year. "Zefferus? Vat is Christmas?"

Edward curious expression went from that to complete dissatisfaction. A religious holiday. That explains some things, a lot of things. New Years is a far more understandable reason for a holiday. Eh, he could argue about the holiday but what good will that come from it. He already has everyone around him change their view in terms of Magic that comes to Alchemy. Plus, this is more of a personal belief and...being with people you care about sounds...nice. "Amestris...does not have any sort of National Holidays, expect if dey are connected to the Military. Religion is practiced but not widely known or recited. Growing up, ve had seasonal festivities to celebrate the new season.... Maybe dey have something like this..."

The last part Edward said was more to himself than to Severus. Severus waited for Edward to continue his train of thought but he did not continue it.

"Should I go visit Winry...?" Edward absentmindedly picked up a piece of toast and munched on it. He thought about what he should do for that two weeks. Then grabbed a napkin to spit out the food into it. "Ugh...what should Mustang think of that? I hate how much I have to think about the Military now ven I do things."

"You did not think about the Military before you became a teacher?"

"In my defense...the Old Man mentioned a library..."

"Of course..."

"Why don't you have a class trip to Amestris?"

Edward and Severus stopped mid-argument' to turn to see Filius looking at Edward expectantly. Then they looked at each other, back at Filius, back at each other and finally back at Filius. By now, Filius looked extremely uncomfortable in his seat and shifted to release some of the tension that seemed to fill the air. "This could help them have a better understanding if they go somewhere which Alchemy is done more freely. Imagine what they could learn?"

"Filius does have a point." Severus agreed with the tiny professor.

Edward his fingers against the table, deep in thought. "I could... It would make things easier..."

Filius and Severus looked at Edward waiting patiently for his response. By now, Edward's students began to whisper among themselves about said instructor's behavior. That only happens if something huge about to occur.

"I vill have to talk to my superiors and students." Edward finally agreed, he folded up the Daily Prophet and plopped it on the table. "We could go to Central and visit the library. Or have Mustang and Armstrong throw on a show or something... But you two have to come with me when I tell this to the Old Goat. We have to go through him."

"Still not in speaking terms with him?"

"It iss not zat. I am afraid I will ruin it for my students by saying or doing something sdubid." Edward deadpanned, he picked up a biscuit and munched on it roughly.

"You won't say or do anything stupid." Filius waved off Edward's worry.

Edward swallowed the remainder of his food, he stood up and leaned over the table to get a better view of Dumbledore. "Oi! Old Man!"

Complete and utter silence filled the Grand Hall, everyone turned their attention to Edward and Dumbledore and said old man turned his attention to the Alchemy teacher. Severus had facepalmed at Edward lack of tact and the fact he just proved Filius wrong. "Yes?"

"Filius, Zefferus and I have to talk to you later about something."

Once Dumbledore agreed, Severus reached up and yanked Edward down by his vest to make him sit back down. "Your level of stupidity still astounds me to no limits."

"Wow...that was deep." Edward sniffled mockingly, he placed his hands over his heart. He wiped away a mock tear to add extra emphasize. "Thank you."

-.-

"Last night, I had asked the Old Man for a possibility of having a trip to Amestris during the winter break..." Edward informed one of his classes of the week, he was leaning against him with his arms crossed over his chest. The students, which mostly compromised of Terence Higgs, Fred Weasley, and George Weasley. The other two students left for other reasons, one left due to focusing on their O.W.L. and the other one had to focus primarily on their N.E.W.T.s. They still wanted to continue learning Alchemy, but they had priorities and Edward completely understood that. He would often send them packets filled with work and riddles, they show interest and skill for it, why not? Plus, it will help in the long run of helping them have a broader mindset in the long run. "For dis to be possible, I have to get permission from my superiors and the... Ministry of Magic."

The twins looked at each other with worried expressions. Their family had a small trip planned during the break and this trip is something they had planned for years. Talk about timing...

Terence on the other hand, he is looking forward to the trip. His parents had planned to visit relatives, said relatives he does not want to associate himself with. He just needed a decent excuse this time around, pretended of getting sick or excessive homework lost its charm after the seventh time.

"I need you three to inform your legal guardians, caretaker or parents if you vould like to come with me to Amestris for the break." Edward continued, he pointed at Terence when the Slytherin raised his hand. "Terence?"

"What would happen in Amestris? What would we be doing?" Terence asked.

"The main objective is to learn about Alchemy, without the interference of magic. I started to learn alchemy at a very young age-"

"How young?"

"Four.... five...ish. I did not officially start my training when I was about eight...the best and worst mistake of my life. That is a story for another time." Edward laughed out the last part when he saw the looks of amazement and horror on his student's faces. "The main idea is to have a couple of my friends in the Military perform their Alchemy, to see what they could do after years of learning and training. After that...campi-"

A soft knock interrupted Edward explanation, the Alchemy Teacher called out to whoever was on the other side to enter. Said man ended up being Dumbledore, he is holding a letter in his hand that had the seal of the Ministry of Magic. To be more precise, the current head of the Ministry of Magic. "My apologies for this disruption, Mr. Elric?"

Edward looked back at his students and cleared his throat. "I vill keep all of you updated of dis. Dismissed."

The three students picked up their belongings and quickly left the classroom. Edward watched them leave the class and once he heard the audible lock when the doors closed behind him, he turned his attention to the Headmaster. "Vat did dey say?"

"They agree to the idea...under a couple of conditions." Dumbledore responded, he walked over to Edward and handed him the letter. "The conditions."

Edward kept an eye on the Old Man as he opened the letter and only looked away to scan its contents. He grumbled at the conditions that were written, a couple of them were completely understandable and that included on the condition of Amestris agreeing to the idea and that this will help things go easier between them and the British Ministry of Magic. Edward had already sent a letter through Xerxes to see what Colonel Bastard had to say about the trip. The Golden Blonde reached over at his desk and picked up a small stack of papers and a binder clip to keep them together. "Dis should zadisfy their hunger for now."

Dumbledore took the packet of paper with curious eyes, with his free hand, he fiddled with the binder clip. "Curious. This keeps them together?"

Edward raised his hands into the air in defeat, here he was thinking for sure Dumbledore will scan the papers but no...he was more interested in the binder clip. A binder clip. "Truth!"

-.-

"Today's the first Quidditch game, right?"

"What gave it away? The Gryffindor's screaming their heads off at the minimal chance they have of beating Slytherin? "

"No... vell...zat too, the fact that apparently, Slytherin has been reigning champs for the last couple of years." Edward responded over his an old book of maps he had found in the library. He pulled out a leather bookmark from his vest to place it on the book to save his spot. Before Edward could put away the book to start eating his breakfast, Owls started to fly into the Great Hall. "Oh look...mail is-"

Plunk. Plunk.

Edward took in a deep breath when he felt two items drop on his head and flutter down onto his lap. He turned his attention to Xerxes who started to eat his breakfast, to be more precise, bacon. "Xerxes."

"Hoot."

"That is my bacon."

"Hoot."

"Xerxes. That. Is. My. Bacon."

"Hoot. Hoot. Hoot."

"DAMMIT XERXES!"

"Hoot~"

"Grrrrrrr...Evil..."

"Hoot!"

"Zefferus! She called me a bad word!" Edward gasped out, he looked at Severus with an expression of shock. He pointed at the smug little owl, which was still eating Edward's breakfast.

"Do not include me in your petty argument." Severus deadpanned, not even bothering to glance their way.

"Petty?" Edward huffed out; he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Hoot?" Xerxes glanced up; it almost appeared like she was

"Well then, here I zought you were my friend."

"Hoot, hoot."

"Yeah, you are ri...HEY!"

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose to drown out the argument between Edward and Xerxes. After counting down to ten for what seemed like several hundred times, Severus reached over to smacked Edward upside the head and flick Xerxes beak lightly. "Enough. What arrived, Mr. Elric?"

Edward humph, he picked up the letters and his entire expression lightened when he saw who wrote one of the letters. He bit his bottom lip while he stared at the letter and mentally debated whether or not he should open that one or the other one. With a sigh, he put that letter in his vest and paid attention to another letter. It was a letter from Colonel Bastard himself. Opening the letter, Edward scanned through the contents and he couldn't stop himself from grinning.

"Good news?" "Hoot?" Severus and Xerxes stared at Edward expectantly for an answer.

"My superiors gave the trip a thumbs up. All I need to do now is inform the Old Man, figure out who is coming to the trip, and other crap."

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a-man-possesed · 5 years

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Just a joke

Roger Taylor X Reader

summary: you are Brians close childhood friend, you get along with all his friends, his family and his band mates but you have problems understanding the drummer of the group - Roger. There is always this awful tension between the two of you and you hate it, or do you?

warnings: smut, reference to sexual acts, involvement in sexual acts, swearing, drinking, arguments

A/N: this is my first Roger fanfic, and the first smut i ever posted so bare with me. I would very appriciate if you in any way like this monstrosity. Also if you want me to write something, don´t hesitate to ask me - i´m open to anything

This was a normal october night for you. You were at work, going through the pile of books on the floor, the table all the chairs and aranging them alphabeticaly on the shelves. You always loved books, the smell of parchment, the leather bindings and the absolute bliss of just plopping yourself somewhere book in hand and going in for another adventure.

This job was perfect for you, the whole day surrounded by books, the lack of customers allowing you to read through them, but then once in a while being able to talk to someone, who has the same passion about written pages as you have. Not that you didn´t have any friends. You had in fact a best friend. His name was Brian and he was there for you since day one. Your parents knew eachother very well, they visited one another frequently and went on holidays together. You spend your whole childhood and teenage years with Brian and none of you got bored of the other. You were very close, no one could deny that. He brought out the light in you, made you step out of your introverted bubble a bit. It was nice really. He always talked about how he wants to form a band. ¨

"you know it´ll be great, i´ll play the guitar, you´ll sing! you love singing, and you are bloody good at it" he laughs, and falls down on the soft mattres of your bed. You´ve had this conversation countless times, it always ends the same.¨

You can´t change. "Bri, you know that won´t work, i can´t sing in front of a crowd." you say quietly - almost guilty.

"But you always sing in front of me!" he exclaims and looks at you, seeing the sadness behind your smile. "think about it" he points a finger to your chest and gives you one of his warm looks.

The memory makes you smile a bit. Brian did fortunately acomplish his dream of forming a band. His bandmates Fred, Deacy and Roger helped him achieve it. Ofcourse Brian rocks the guitar, Freddie who sings like a god is obviously the lead singer, Deacy plays the bass with bliss in his eyes and Roger bangs the drumms. You are good friends with them, but you don´t get along well with Roger, that´s also why you don´t call him by a nickname. Its simply because you are not fond of his arrogance, his cocky confidence, the way he makes you feel dirty just by the way he makes fun of you. Saying you can´t have fun. He says fun, though he means getting absolutely drunk, partying and having sex with girls he doens´t know the names of. He is so full of himself, and all these girls only raise his ego. Althoug you don´t really understand what it is, that he has against you, you don´t have enough courage to ask him about it, so you just end up arguing with him everytime you meet the boys.

But now you are very busy balancing yourself on the wooden chair as you try to make yourself taller to place the book in its place. You hear the door bell singnaling someone has stepped into the shop.

"I´ll be right there to assist you, just when i get this b-ook t-there." you huff as you lean more forward to finally let the book go. You know your jeans covered ass is exposed to the new customer, but you try not to think about that too much, hoping the person isn´t looking. You relax as you get off the chair and turn to face the customers only to be greated by the boys. They all have smirks plastered across their faces as they look at you.

"May i say, that was a nice greeting." Brian jokes as you approach them. You hit his shoulder with a laugh. You hug him and great the boys.

"Why are you here, you know i´m working?" you ask as you turn your back to them and pick up some books from the floor. Roger scoffs, you know exactly what he thinks, but you are glad he kept to himself not wanting to argue with him the second they showed up.

"Darling, we know you finish in a couple of minutes, or hours, doesn´t matter, and we also happen to know nobody ever comes to this shop, so basically you have nothing to do here." Freddie almost sings out. You smile, he´s always been really kind with you, helping you when you´re in need, alaways being there to offer some advice. But he also likes to joke around.

"Why are you here?"

"Well you see Y/N we are here to ask if you´d like to join us at the pub." Deacy smiles sweetly, looking at the boys for some reassurance. They nod.

"The plan is to get you drunk and then you´ll shag Roger." Freddie jokes about your "fights" with Roger. They always make jokes about the sexual tension in the room rising whenever the two of you meet.

"If thats the plan, i´m sorry to dissapoint, but that´s not happening." you look at Roger, his blonde hair is rough, his clothes are too. The jacket he´s wearing reminds you of the summer holidays you spent together. Countless fights, spilled drinks and the smell of cigarettes reminds you of how you feel about this particular jacket. However his face looks beatiful. You have to admit that indeed he is a very attractive man. His blue eyes and scrunched up features compliment his tough look. He has a small mark under his eyebrow from when he had a fist fight with a random guy in the pub the other day. It still looks fresh. You admit you were worried about him. You asked if he was okay, if he needed help but he told you to piss off and angrily went through the backdoor. Even if you don´t understand him - you still consider him as your friend and care about him.

"I´m just joking love" Freddie expands his hands switching his gaze between you and Roger.

"You always do" you whisper and he winks at you.

Finally you decide it´s best if you finish and call it a day. You write a note incase the owner, who is also your boss shows up. You write down, how you´ve finished all your work, and that you´ve gone home early. You walk with the boys to your appartment. They´ve been here countless times. You step to the door and take your key out to unlock it. You open it and everyone gets inside. All of them immediately drop on your sofa, except Deacy who prefers to sit in the old leather armchair that doesn´t really match the style of the colorful sofa. You get into your bedroom opening your small closet.

You take out a black see-through blouse and black leather shorts . You brush your hair, and put on some lipstick. You keep your four rings on. They are some kind of luck charm. You look at yourself in the mirror before getting back to the living room. The boys sit up and eye you down.

"Wow, you don´t know what this does to me do you?" Deacy commented with awe. Your cheeks flush as you motion them to get up. You take your keys and step into a pair of high heels. Brian opens the door for you, which makes you laugh. You head to the pub.

You know this place well. Almost better than your parents house considering you have spent far more time here than in that bloody place. All of you order a drink at the bar, and sit down at the nearest table. You are glad there are no mobs of crazy fans. It´s already late and this pub isn´t where the boys usually play. This is a place you always go to together.

You clank your glasses and chug down the bitter liquid. It makes your body shiver, the taste lingers on your tongue and you instantly want more. You may seem like a bore with all your books but you do love a good drink. You are sitting between Brian and Deacy, Freddie and Roger are on the other side of the table.

You enjoy the company of them and the alcohol in your blood. You think about how it´s unusual of Roger to not start a fight with you. You wonder if everything is alright, if he is perhaps upset about something. You shake the thought off and order another drink.

"Let´s play a game my darlings" Freddie proposes. None of you are against it, probably due to the drunk state you all are in.

"truth or dare" Roger says. You roll your eyes. He always suggest this game.

You are anoyed to say the least. You know he will make those remarks about your sex life and pressure you into spilling the truth. He notices your distaste and scoffs. Deacy takes a deep breath. "Here we go"

"Oh, let´s hear it Y/N. What is the problem this time.." Roger places his hands on his chest. You laugh. "You always pick this game, don´t you know any other game?" mocking his gesture, you place your hands on your chest as well.

"but you enjoy it, i know you do" he smirks to himself. You know he is right, the adrenaline feeling you get is so contrasting to your other evenings you spend reading books.

"you aren´t as innocent as you like to think of yourself." he adds, you see Brian trying to get him to shut up, but Roger isn´t one to let things go that easily.

"i can´t even imagine, not that i would want to, what goes on inside your little head.. it must be outrageos." you start to feel emmbarased, your cheeks are heated. You feel frustrated, the tension between you two is growing by the minute. You stare in his eyes, trying to make up his feeling. what does he mean?

"It must be outrageous not getting any attention, or satysfaction." he sounds so arrogant, it makes you angry. what has he to tell you that.

"That´s none of your buisness! maybe i don´t want to distract myself from work. You wouldn´t understand" you say clearly getting angrier by the minute. You feel hurt, you don´t want to argue with him, but he gives you no other choice.

"If you´re so sexually frustrated why not take a piece of me?" he laughs while taking a sip of his drink. You´ve had enough.

"Rog, i think that´s enough.." Deacy tries to save the situation but it is already late.

"I can say whatever i want, i would really advise you to take my offer. Hundreds of girls would be so jealous of you right now" You ask Brian to move, he looks worried and asks you if you´re okay. You don´t want to talk about it, you take a hold of his shoulders and cross his legs trying to get as far away from this table as possible.You storm towards the exit. Not rasponding to the calls of your name.

Outside the bar there are some people talking, not as much noise as inside. The cold hits your skin as you shiver.

Should´ve brought a jacket.

You stare at the glowing moon and stars around it. It calms you a bit, you feel at peace finally. You replay what happened back there in you head, thinking about the whole situation.

The funny thing is - you started to develop some feelings for Roger. You didn´t know how it was possible, considering he is probably the most arrogant and selfish person you know. But you do like the way he is around Brian and the boys, he can be sweet and gentle - only not to you. He gets angry very easily that´s true, but in general, if you don´t start he is not the one who will. You can´t forget the fact that he is insanely handsome. You laugh to yourself.

How could this happen?

You were getting so hurt about what he said earlier because you knew, but you couldn´t admit it. Even to yourself.

You are falling for Roger Taylor.

You stay like this, watching the beaty of the night sky, the glow of the street lights setting the mood. You feel composed again, until the door opens and you hear the boys yelling at eachother from far away.

"You´ve gone too far Rog." Brian scolds him.

"Again" Deacy adds.

"Can i ask you something, are you perhaps the sexually frustrated one?" Freddie jokes.

"Yeah, you haven´t had a girl in a long time. do you need help?" Brian laughs loudly.

"Very funny. Don´t need your help shithead" he states, his voice clearly annoyed. Freddie chimes in again.

"The tension between you and Y/N was almost.."

"Arousing" Deacy whispers but you still can hear it.

"John!" Brian scolds him too.

You turn around, they all look at you trying to figure out what you´ll do next. You ask them if they want to accompany you at your appartment. Brian helps you walk, which you appriciate.

"I´m freezing." you shake a bit. What comes next shocks you - Roger offers you his jacket. You look at him. He looks like he might regret what happend back there. He holds his hand out, squeezing his jacket in his palm. You don´t know what you do, you stop and watch him closely. He doesn´t look at you, until he feels a bit emmbarased.

"You´re making me feel stupid, take the fucking jacket." his voice cracks finally making eye contact with you. His look is completely different from the one he had at the pub. You feel bad and stupid for making such a fuss about it.

"I´ll gladly take your jacket Rog" you say. Now he looks dumbfounded. You brush against his hand softly as he shivers, your hand is cold as his hand burns like fire.

"I was just a bit taken back. thank you." you express quietly.

"Did you just call me Rog?"

You´ve never called him Rog.

"It´s just..you´ve never called me Rog.." he looks down.

"I like the sound of it though.." he smirks. You blush but turn your face away so he won´t notice.

"Ehm, guys, can we continue walking now?" Brian snaps you back to reality. You nod fast and push away the emotions you are feeling inside right now. The others start talking again, meanwhile the both of you don´t say a word till you get to the appartment.

"truth or dare?" Freddie asks you. You don´t think to long about it.

"dare." you´ve been sitting in your living room for the past 2 hours, drinking anything that´s in your cupboards, finally feeling a little drunk. And ofcourse - playing that stupid game. Brian and Freddie have taken the sofa, Deacy and Roger fought who gets to sit in the armchair. Roger won, so now you and Deacy are spread across the dark red carpet.

"I dare you to sit on Brians lap. it´s convenient, after all we don´t have enough space for you on this couch and to be completely honest, even though that carpet looks absolutely ravishing, i doubt that it´s comfortable down there." Freddie says as you get up from the floor.

"Bri, Do you mind?"

"Not at all." he gestures to his lap and you instantly drop in his arms, not being able to stand for so long. His arms move around your waist and hold you close. You don´t mind either. His embrace is warm, safe and calming. You feel much better now.

"Your turn darling" Fred points to you and takes a gulp from his glass of whiskey.

You take in the scenery before you. Deacy is half asleep on the carpet, Brian draws small circles onto your sides. Your gaze meets Rogers.

"Rog? truth or dare?"

"christ, truth Y/N"

You don´t have to even think, you wanted to know the answer to this for quite a while now.

"Why did you punch that guy the other day?" he freezes, there is a look on his face you don´t really know what to think of.

"He called you a whore." he says simply. "he said he´d bang you so hard that if it were me and my drums i´d break them, he talked about doing all these things to you. It was disgusting, he doesn´t even know your name, yet he had so much shit to say. i hated that. i hated the way he talked about you like that"

Your heart skips a beat. He defended you? You are a bit shocked to be honest. Obviously you didn´t expect him to explain what happened, and you certainly didn´t expect that fight to be about you. You feel flattered, you can´t think straight, maybe because of the ammount of alcohol in you blood, or maybe because you didn´t know Roger would defend you in such a way.

"Would you bang me like you banged your drums when you broke them?"

Freddie chokes on his drink, spilling half of it on his clothes. Brian forgot how to breath for a second and smacked your thigh while trying to catch his breath. Roger is just blinking his eyes trying to prove to himself you really just asked that. The only noise filling the room are Deacys snores. All of you are silent for a bit. You don´t really know why you just said that, and in this moment you don´t especialy care either. Roger looks so good in the dim light of your living room. His hair a complete mess, his eyes look tired from all the alcohol he consumed. The way he arrogantly sits in the armchair would normaly make you roll your eyes, but now you only get more turned on.

"I think i´ll take off my soaked pants, not that you should do the same Y/N, but i think Roger would very appriciate it." Freddie gets up, setting the drink on the table in front of him. You can hear him enter the bathroom. Brian stiffens, still being under you.

"I think i´ll leave you guys to it." He remarks as he pushes you off him to the free space that has formed beside him since Freddie left.

"Deacy wake up" he shakes the sleeping man.

"What is happening?" he asks sleepily.

"the prophecy"

They leave you and Roger alone in the living room, they make their way to your bedroom as quick as they can. Roger clears his throat, realizing he hasn´t said anything.

"What?" he mutters.

"I´m not going to repeat myself, you heard me." you comment crossing your legs. He watches every movement you make closely. He stands up form his seat and walks straight to you - sitting down on the sofa. You put your legs in his lap, he strokes them slowly, tracing his fingers along your skin ever so slow, savouring the moment.

"We shouldn´t do anything you´ll regret tommorow when you are sober." he says gently, surprising you.

"like you care." you note.

"no" he says sternly "i do care Y/N, even if you think of me as the biggest asshole on the planet i am not so bad."

"That´s such a you thing to say" you hit his chest playfuly, he opens his mouth pretending to be hurt, it makes you smile. You don´t know if you thought about it before, but you like spending time with him. When he throws his arrogance and need to impress everyone around, he can be really gentle. However make his remarks at the same time. Only that this time they don´t annoy you, not only because you start to realise you may have some other feelings for Roger, but also because right now in this moment he isn´t trying to impress anyone else but you. There is no one else in the room so his jokes make you laugh because you know he is right. He notices your different behaviour.

"Hey Y/N why are you acting so different now?"

You think about what to say next. You don´t want to make things awkward between the two of you, don´t misunderstand, all these sex jokes really mean nothing. Most your conversations with Roger end up with talking about this topic anyway. So what is it that you are scared of? You don´t want your feelings to show. You don´t want him to know. Feelings and sex are two really different things, you don´t put them together in conversation, even if they in fact come as one.

"I guess your personality rubbed off on me, Taylor" you sit up, your face only inches away from his. You feel his hot breath tickling your nose, the smell of vodka driving you insane. You want to kiss him. You want to run your fingers through his hair. You want to do this so bad it hurts. He looks as into the moment as you.

"I just don´t want you to regret this" he said "i mean, we are polar opposites, peace and chaos, not that i don´t like this, - i fucking love it."

Fuck it.

You closed the distance between your lips, placing your hand on his cheek. He responded to the kiss within seconds not wasting any time by putting his hands on either side of your face, running them up your back and resting them on your hips. You finally run your hand through his hair, tuging on his roots. You break the kiss.

"God." you breathe out. He smirks at you as he pushes your back on the sofa, pinning your hands above your head. He attacks your neck, giving you little love bites and sucking on it gently - leaving his marks.

"I didn´t know you were so gentle Rog." you laugh. His hot breath tickles your neck as you shiver beneath him. You squirm your hands, you want to run your hands all over his body. Feel his chest, his heartbeat fast. He has one of his legs between yours nudging you slightly, which makes you even more heated. "I think i´ve fallen for you." you mutter inbetween breaths. He stops and looks you deep in the eyes.

"What do you mean Y/N?"

"I have feelings for you Roger, that´s why it hurts so much to argue with you all the time. I just hope you don´t hate me" you say as you decide to tell him the truth. You rub his muscular arm. He looks at you with such a puzzled, yet sweet look that makes you want to kiss him all over again.

"If i didn´t have feelings for you already, i still think i couldn´t say yes to that." he says, his voice is deep, filled with lust and desire. He smirks at you as he slowly takes of your blouse. You lift your hands allowing him easier acces. He appriciates the beaty of your half naked form for a bit, moments later attacking your lace covered breasts with hunger. He places rough kisses down your chest, ending by the waisband of your shorts. He looks at you.

"May i?"

You nod, taking his hand and placing it on the button on your shorts. He takes your pants of and admires the way you look. Beneath him, on this shitty sofa in your small appartment. He takes in the moment, smiling to himself as he has finally got the girl he so desperately craved. You unclasp your bra, throwing it across the room. It flyes and lands in the pot of your plants. He plays with your nipples, he licks them, sucks them.

God he does all sorts of things.

He gets more rough, he puts his hand into your panties and yanks them down your legs, spreding your thighs on it´s way. He makes you realize you had all these desires that you didn´t want to act upon. You thought this would interfere with your work. But, god, fuck work at this point.

Or even better.

Fuck Roger Taylor.

Now you´re the one pushing his back. He doesn´t insist, he doesn´t fight back. In fact he likes you like this, being in control. You strandle his legs, rocking your hips on his lap. You just realized he is still fully clothed.

"Hey why am i the only one naked?"

You start to unbutton his shirt, leaving little kisses as you go along. He moans, and grunts also being fond of the feelings. As Brian pointed out earlier Roger hasn´t been with a girl in a long time, so he´s a bit

e x c i t e d

to finally feel some satysfaction. You can see that clearly on his pants. A big bulge has formed - his crotch. It feels like forever to Roger until you get him out of his clothesm leaving him in his boxers. You take your time.

It´s fun to tease him.

You play with the waistband of his boxers, maintaining intense eye contact as you do so. As you slide them down you gasp a little.

"First one you´ve seen?" he laughs at your clear reluctance.

"No, i´m just impressed."

He places you in his lap again, his boner pokes your thigh. You both are to worked up for foreplay, not that you need any. He conects you lips again.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. Make love to me like the madman that you are."

And so here goes nothing.

He slips his hard member into you, a sound of lust leaving his lips. You rock your hips as you enjoy the feeling of being completely filled out. You moan his name countless times not caring that the boys can probably hear you. In this particular moment you don´t care about anything else than Roger. You don´t care about the way you look, how bad your hair is. He doesn´t care either. Sweat drips down his face, his hair falling across it.

You love this. You absolutely fucking love this.

You cannot say anything else, there is no other way to put it. You begin to understand all the girls who have fainted over Roger, but you can´t think about that right now as you feel your orgasm slowly approching.You feel the oh-so-familiar tightening of you stomach. The feeling completely washing over you as you try not to let in just yet. You enjoy this so much, you don´t want it to end.

"Rog, i-i´m cl-ose" you manage to squeak out. He holds you in his arms, thrusting into you, panting and groaning at his own movements and sensations. You can´t hold it anymore, so you let go. Shaking and moaning on the way. This tips Roger over the edge, cumming his heart out too. You both lay there breathless, you on top of him. He runs his fingers up and down your spine.

"I think i love you." he says as he plants a kiss in your messed up hair.

The next morning is even messier. You wake up as Freddie puts a blanket over the two of you. You jump a little, he silences you, gesturing that it´s okay. You nod, agreeing to talk about it later.

"I told you that was the plan" he mouthed as he walks away to the bathroom.

You look over at Roger, he looks so peaceful while he is sleeping. His lashes are so long, his mouth in a slight pout as he exhales through his nostrills. You get up, scrambling up your clothes from various places they have ended in and putting them on. You decide making breakfast is a good option, but unfortunately you don´t have much in your fridge other than some eggs.

You decide, an omelette it is!

You are so focused on cooking that you don´t notice Roger getting up and slipping in his boxers until you feel two hands around your waist and a head plop into the crook of your neck.

"Mornin´ watcha cooking?" he says in a cheaky tone that makes you laugh.

"Don´t know, doesn´t look good."

"It´ll taste great im sur-Ohh my god what in the heavens??" Brian enters the kitchen not believing his eyes. A partially naked Roger with hands around your waist.

"Am i still dreaming?"

"What kind of sick dreams do you have in mind Brian?" Deaky comes in. Great. This is a group party, everyone join!

"Everyone, take your pleasure seats and wait for our darling to bring you breakfast" you turn around and thank Freddie for trying to twist the conversation in a different matter. Roger smiles at you and joins the boys.

"Should i be afraid to sit on the sofa?" Brian comments, the room erupting into laughter. You included. You finally get it. It´s not about the jokes. It´s not about the tension. It´s simply just the way you look at life. Roger made you think, and maybe he was right. You could loosen up a bit. Or life will be what happens to you, while you´re busy making other plans.

#roger taylor #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor smut #smut #queen fanfiction #roger taylor fanfiction #ben hardy as roger taylor #why am i like this #this is embarassing

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sgdi · 6 years

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Stewart Lee and the Tree of Nothing

[This is a work of fiction, Stewart Lee does not endorse (or probably even know about) this story.]

I am Stewart Lee, a fifty year old, British, stand-up comedian. I once made a joke about Harry Potter. Had I known the calamity that would befall me, due to telling this joke, I probably would have, despite how much I hate censorship of comedy, I probably would have not told this joke. That is how much what happened, in the story I am about to tell you, troubled me.

The joke itself was fairly simple, and only really told as build up for the real meat of the main joke I was telling. Really, it was just a throw away line. At that point in my act, I was trying to demonstrate my contempt for the Harry Potter series, a book series that is written for children, and not adults, and all I said was "Harry Potter and the Tree of Nothing." That was it. It was said along with a collection of other facetious titles, to mock the template of Harry Potter book titles. That wasn't even the main joke. Just, as I said, build up for the real joke.

As part of my act I like to lead the audience to believe I have a superiority complex, and stand in judgement over all culture. This is, of course, just an act, and most of the audience get this. However, I really do believe that Harry Potter is a series of books only enjoyable by children and the feeble minded. So, in a rare display of honest intellectualism, my joke was wrapped in a kernel of true emotion. I believe this is what lead the events to unfold as they did. Had I only been joking, and not really expressing my true and enduring contempt for the Harry Potter books, I think things would have turned out differently.

It all started the next morning. My wife and I were sat around the breakfast table, a scene of wedded bliss that Tories believe everyone else should be forced into. We heard a knock at the door. I, being the man of the house, we like to conform to gender norms in my house, at least when my wife lets me, got up to answer it. Now, it's important to note at this point that the shoes I wear day to day are the same as the shoes I wear on stage.

When I opened the front door I was confronted by, as if I were in some kind of Two Ronnies sketch, a tall man and a short man, both wearing glasses, long brown coats, black shoes and bowler hats. You couldn't make this stuff up. They glanced at each other, then at me, then they both started to talk and abruptly stopped. They looked at each other.

"Sorry," the tall one said to the short one. "I thought you were letting me."

"No, no," said the short one. "My fault, I thought you were letting me."

I interrupted them. "Look, is this going to take long? Only I'm having breakfast with my wife. If there's going to be some kind of comical misunderstanding, can you please get on with it."

"Are you Stewart Lee?" asked the short one.

"How many other houses have you tried?"

"What?"

"Well, have you been going door to door asking if people are Stewart Lee, hoping to get lucky, or do you have information telling you that this is where Stewart Lee is?"

"I mean, you could have guests."

"If my wife had opened the door would you have asked her if she was Stewart Lee?"

"No, she's a woman."

"I'll tell you this, then. I'm not a guest of Stewart Lee." Then I closed the door and went back to the breakfast table.

"Who was it?" My wife asked.

"Oh just two weirdos dressed up like the Two Ronnies asking if I was Stewart Lee."

"What did they want?"

"I don't know, I'm not going to admit to two strangers where I live. Anyway, they're probably just Richard Herring fans trying to get his address."

Now, you might be thinking, "But Stew," in your best Richard Herring voice impersonation, "But Stew, what if they had been delivering something, or had important news about a relative?"

Well, I knew for a fact that I wasn't expecting any deliveries, and my family hates me, so there is nothing they could have been there for.

Or so I thought! As when I looked up from my breakfast, through the window I could see the faces of the two men who had just now been trying to discern my identity. As you can probably imagine, I was livid.

I opened the window, forcing them to move back. "Get out of my garden!" I shouted. "Get out! I'm not telling you where Richard Herring lives." I slammed the window closed. My wife was visibly shocked by the situation. "Don't worry, my love, I shall go outside and give them a piece of my mind."

"Be careful," she replied. I should have heeded her words. When I stepped out the back door, the tall one grabbed me and the short one put a rag over my mouth, doused in what I can only assume was chloroform. I blacked out.

Cold water splashed across my face. I don't know if you've ever been woken up by cold water, but I can tell you, it's not fun. It gave me the immediate indication that these people didn't like me much. I mean, I can understand that to some degree, I've had a long career in comedy, so I'm bound to have said some things that people get annoyed with, but still, I didn't think I deserved this.

"Hello, Mr. Lee," I heard a voice through my dazed state.

"Who are you?" I slurred. "Why have you kidnapped me?" My eyes slowly adjusted to the room around me. It was bleak. Bare walls, floor boards and a small window.

"I'll be asking the questions." I couldn't see a source for the voice. "How well do you know J.K. Rowling?"

"I've never met her."

"Interesting. I can see here you were at the same function six months ago."

"What?"

I heard a noise behind me. After a moment the tall one and the short one rolled a computer screen in front of me and turned it on.

"So these two are your goons, are they?" I shouted trying to stir some kind of emotional response, trying to understand what kind of person had me held in this room.

"Yes," the voice replied tonelessly. A video started playing on the screen. "As you can see, this is you entering the building for the event." The video played on for a while longer. "And this is Mrs. Rowling."

"I guess we must have been at the same event, then, yeah. We're both learned authors, we're bound to get invited to some of the same events."

"Interesting. You call her learned, yet you show utter contempt for her most cherished works."

"Oh my god. Is this about that Harry Potter joke? This is why I've been kidnapped? Look, I can think someone is learned without revering all their works. Harry Potter is for children. I thought I'd been kidnapped by some hate group or other, not some kiddy book worshipping nerds. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves, getting so bent out of shape over some joke. It's no wonder you're stuck reading children's books if this is how you respond to criticism."

I heard laughter. "That you told a joke is not the problem. I can see you are a master of feigning ignorance."

"I'm not feigning ignorance! I haven't got a bloody clue what you're on about."

"The Apocrypha, Mr. Lee. Come on. No more beating around the bush."

"What? The Christian writings that have been excluded from the biblical canon?"

I shouted in anguish as one of the goons clubbed me around the head. "No more games Mr. Lee. Your little joke just happened to name the most notorious of the supposed Harry Potter apocrypha, and we're supposed to believe that you're ignorant of the fact?"

"Yes!" I said defiantly. "You are supposed to believe that, because it's true! Harry Potter is successful fiction, why would it even have apocrypha? Surely J. K. Rowling would publish every book she could to get the most revenue from the idea! Even if I did know about them, what good is kidnapping me going to do?"

"We want them, Mr. Lee. We want the blasphemous books."

"How could they be blasphemous? Harry Potter isn't a religion. And if it were, how would these supposed books speak against your messiah? I assume Harry is Jesus in this analogy?"

"If you do not get us those books, we will be forced to take action."

"If I don't find books that almost certainly don't exist, you'll take action? What is this threat you're holding over me?"

"Let's just say, I have more than two goons, and you currently have a wife."

"Let's just say? Are we in the writers room for a 1960s Bond film? I didn't think people really spoke like you."

"So flippant! Do you not care about your wife?"

"Of course I care about my wife, but I can't do anything about whatever scheme you're up to from here, tied to a chair, you bombastic, ridiculous moron. I have no way of contacting J. K. Rowling, and I have no idea where any secret books of hers would be. All your threats are worthless. You might as well threaten me to make me pull a monkey out of my arse." I ran out of steam at this point as my desperation to save my wife counteracted my rage.

"You, Mr. Lee, are a celebrity." I let out and uncontrollable scoff. "You will use your connections to contact Mrs. Rowling and persuade her to give you the Apocrypha."

"I think you over-estimate my pull if you think I can contact the richest woman in Britain. But if it will get me out of here and keep my wife safe, I tell you what, I'll see what I can do. That's my best offer, because, as I've already pointed out, I don't know her and I don't believe these books-"

At that moment I heard the door behind me break open and what I could only imagine was the sound of the goons hitting the floor.

"What's going on?" I heard the voice shout.

My hands fell to my sides and a strong arm helped me up from the seat. "Who are you," I asked.

"I'm from the guardians of the apocrypha."

"How did you find me? Is my wife OK?" I struggled to get a hold of the situation.

"We put a tracking device on your shoe after your show, as we knew you would attract this unwanted attention. Unfortunately your wife has been kidnapped, they got to her before we could."

The guardian picked up the mobile that had been broadcasting the voice. "We might be able to find where the signal was coming from."

I looked up from my shoes. "Do you think he has her?"

"It's a distinct possibility. We should get moving, more goons will be on their way."

We exited the building and got into the guardian's car.

"Where are we going?"

"I'll take you back to your house to gather some essentials, and then somewhere safe."

"So this is real, then?" I asked. "There are secret Harry Potter books that J. K. Rowling hasn't published because they're somehow blasphemous?"

"Yes."

"And I just so happened to say the name of one of the books in my routine?"

"Yes."

"Right, OK."

Once we reached my house I packed a bag of essentials and got back in the car.

"Where should I take you?" The guardian asked.

"Well," I pondered. "The safest place I can think of is Richard Herring's house. I'll give you directions."

"OK." The guardian pulled away.

I took us a circuitous route, to throw off anyone who might have been following. Rich is very concerned for his privacy. We pulled into the drive up to his mansion, just off the M4. His tree lined driveway was a glorious sight to behold. The front of his house was no less impressive, three stories high, with large columns holding up the ceiling to the entry way. Rich's butler was there to greet us.

"Hello Peter," I greeted him.

"Hello, Mr. Lee, it's lovely to see you. I'll tell the master you're here." Peter went inside and beckoned us to follow.

The guardian and I stood in the reception area awaiting Rich's arrival.

"Hello, Stew! What a welcome surprise." He came down and hugged me. I pushed him away, as I usually shun any kind of intimate contact.

"Yes, yes. Good to see you, too Rich."

"Who is this stranger you have brought with you, into my home? You know I don't like people to know where I live. They could be one of those dirty IT people that make up the bulk of my demographic."

"I'm sorry Rich, I had no choice. I was kidnapped and they helped me to escape. Apparently someone still has my wife. I've come here because I know how safe it is and I need to lay low while we figure out how to get her back."

"HA!" The voice came from the guardian behind us. "I am not, in fact, a guardian of the Harry Potter Apocrypha! I am a Richard Herring fan and a group of us have tricked you into revealing his location."

"Oh no!" I said in mocking surprise. "What have I done?"

"Stew! What have you done? You know how I treasure my privacy!"

"Yes, Rich, I do know that. In fact I know that you treasure it so well that you routinely try to trick your friends into revealing your address. This is clearly another one of your tricks."

"Curse you, Stew, you've out smarted me again. When did you figure it out?"

"Basically from the beginning. It doesn't make any sense that J. K. Rowling would have secret Harry Potter books."

"I suppose. If you hadn't been expressing your true and enduring contempt for the Harry Potter books I probably wouldn't have tried to trick you. I shall have to think up something more convincing for next time."

I shook my head in despair. "So, where's my wife?"

"Oh, she's probably still at your house. I didn't involve her in this ruse."

"Well, that's a relief."

THE END

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Rough Day

Harry was not one to cry over things. He was very good at keeping his composure when things got sticky. Whether it be crazy stories written about him in the media or something rude a fan might have said to him while he was out, Harry never broke down.

During the year and a bit you had been dating Harry, you’d only seen him cry once. When Gemma had fallen pregnant with her first baby with Michal, everyone was so happy, but when the news had come out that his sister had miscarried, all the happiness was sucked out of everyone in the family. Harry had never cried so hard in his life and you felt horrible.

If anything ever happened to the two of you, Harry always tried to keep it together for the both of you.

Harry was always good a being strong when things went downhill, but somehow that day he crumbled.

“Come on, Harry! For god sake get in the pool!” you laughed as you waded around and splashed in the water of the pool in the backyard of the apartment.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming.” Harry groaned as he got up from the chair, setting his sunglasses down by his drink.

Harry walked over to the edge of the pool and dipped his toe into the water before turning around and walking away.

“Hey! Where are you- Harry!” you squealed as Harry suddenly turn around and jumped cannonball style into the pool, soaking you completely.

Harry resurfaced taking a gulp of air and shaking his head, flinging water everywhere. As he pushed it out of his face and wiped his eyes, he caught you standing there staring at him with your mouth gaped wide open.

Harry let out a high pitched laugh at the sight of you.

“You soaked me!” you laughed.

“You’re in a pool love, you’re supposed to get wet.” he smirked.

Harry swam over toward you and grabbed you by the waist, your legs instantly wrapping around his as he carried you around the pool.

“It’s a nice day, innit?” he smiled looking around.

“It is, yeah. Good day for relaxing in the pool.” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Maybe later, we can have a quickie upstairs? ‘Ve been wanting a little action today.” he smirked as you two drifted around the pool.

“We’ll see, mister. Last night should’ve done you for a little bit though.”

“Yeah, but I woke up with a little bit of morning wood and it wasn’t fun takin’ care of it on my own.” he groaned.

Suddenly, Harry’s phone began to ring.

“I’d better go get that. Probably niall wanting to know if we’re coming to his party tomorrow night.

Harry sat you down in the pool and swam to the side and hoisting himself up and out of the pool. He grabbed his phone and a towel and stepped just inside the house.

“Hello?”

All Harry could hear on the other side was sniffling and a sob every now and then.

“Hello?” Harry pressed.

“H-Harry?”

“Mrs. Y/L/N?”

“Are you busy?” your mother cried.

“N-no ma’am. What’s wrong?”

“I need you to do me a favor.” she sniffled.

“Oh, well, yes ma’am. What can I do?”

“Y/F/N… he’s passed away… his cancer was just too much.” she sobbed.

Harry could have sworn his heart stopped for a second. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn't swallow, nothing. Harry was in utter disbelief. He knew your father had been struggling with his cancer but somehow he had never thought about preparing himself for such news like this.

As your mother continued to sob on the other end of the phone, a speechless Harry looked out the window watching you float and swim around in the pool. So content and happy. And all of that was about to be ruined. By him.

“Harry, I need for you to tell her. Please. I can’t stand to do it myself.”

“Yes,” Harry rasped, “yes ma’am… I’ll tell her.”

“Thank you, dear.”

“You’re welcome, and I am terribly, terribly sorry for your loss.” he whispered.

Without a word, Harry ended the call. He felt numb. He felt like everything around him had gone blank. He didn’t even know how he was going to tell you. He had no idea what he was even supposed to say. How was he supposed to tell his girlfriend that her father had just succumbed to cancer. The strongest man she knew was no longer in her life, and Harry knew he would never be able to fill such giant shoes. He would never be able to take the place of a father.

He could remember the day he had met your parents like it was yesterday. He was nervous.

“Bug, I don’t think I can do this.”

“Now you know how I felt that day i met your family.”

“What if he hates me?”

“Who?”

“Your dad,”

“Harry he won’t hate you. He might seem a bit scary at first but I promise you he’s a very kind, tender hearted man. You’ll get along just fine.”

“Harry?” your voice snapped Harry out of his thoughts. “Are you okay? You look a bit pale, Handsome.”

“I- I’m fine, Bug.” he rasped, trying to seem as convincing as possible.

“You look like your going to be sick, Harry. Let me get you some wa-”

“Can we talk?” he interrupted.

“Yes?” you breathed, a bit of confusion in your tone.

Doing what was about to be done was not easy. No one ever deserved to have their heart shattered into a million pieces like what was about to happen.

You felt your heart pound against your chest as Harry sat you down on the pool chair across from him. A tense silence fell between the two of you before Harry spoke.

“I got a call from your mum, that was her earlier.” he said directing his gaze anywhere but to yours as he breathed deeply.

“How is she? How’s Dad?” you asked.

Harry began to feel a knot swell in his throat. Hearing you ask about your father made him want crawl under a rock and never come out.

“She… um..” he began with a shaky voice, stopping and starting again to try to contain himself.

“She-”

“She what, Harry. Spit it out,” you giggled.

“Y-your dad… he-” Harry looked up trying to keep his tears at bay.

“He passed away, baby.” he whispered, keeping his head down.

Your heart stopped. You felt as if you might pass out. This couldn't be true. There’s no way.

You rose from your seat, holding onto your towel you had wrapped around your body. You didn’t know what to say or how to feel. You just felt numb.

Harry stood up with you, reaching out to grab you.

“Baby, I’m so sor-”

“No!” you screamed, “Don’t you touch me! Don’t you dare touch me!”

“Baby, please lis-”

“Get away from me!”

Giant, hot, tears began to fall down your cheeks. You were angry. But why? Were you mad at Harry? Were you mad at your father for leaving you without a goodbye? Were you mad at yourself?

Harry attempted to step toward you, but you pressed your hands to his bare chest pushing him hard repeatedly. With an angry grunt you punched him in the chest as you screamed through your tears.

You took off running into the house as Harry just stood there staring blankly into nothing. He couldn’t process the news himself. He knew you would react this way.

After a few minutes of crying to himself, he gather his emotions and walked into the house and up the stairs to the bedroom where he knew you were.

He could hear you sobbing uncontrollably through the door.

“Bug… please open the door.” He rasped.

“Go away! I hate you!” You shouted.

He knew you didn’t mean it, but still the words pricked his heart just a little.

“C’mon, petal. Open the door. I’ll hold you and everything will be okay.” He mumbled, knowing the last part was a lie. But he could at least try to make it okay.

You gave in and unlocked the door. You had changed into your pajamas and one of Harry’s old jumpers that had now been covered in endless tears.

Harry stepped inside and shut the door, placing a kiss to your forehead. He pulled you into his chest and rocked back and forth on his heels, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“He’s g-gone.” You sobbed into his chest.

“No he’s not, baby.” Harry cooed.

“He didn’t even say goodbye. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

Harry felt the tears well back up in his eyes. He couldn’t stand seeing you this way. This broken. It was unbearable.

Harry picked you up and carried you to the bed, gently laying you down and climbing up next to you as he continued to hold you.

“He’s still with you baby. In your heart. He knows you loved him deeply,” Harry whispered.

“He won’t get to see me get married or… or have kids Harry. He won’t be here to walk me down the aisle one day!”

Harry’s heart stung. Every girl grows up dreaming about the day she gets married to the man of her dreams. She dreams about walking down that aisle with her father to give her away. She dreams about having babies and watching her father dote over them more that he ever doted over her and she wouldn’t even care.

“I know things are going to be different baby, but he’s in a better place now, and I promise you he is looking down at you smiling because he is so, so proud of the young woman you’ve become, and the example that you are to so many young women and girls all over the place.” Harry smiled through his tears, looking down at you.

“I love you, and I’m sorry for shoving you and punching you, and telling you I hated you.” you mumbled. Harry chuckled softly.

“It’s alright baby. I promise I am never leaving your side. You’re my whole world. I love you so, so much. It’s just a rough day baby. Time will heal us all soon. We will all miss him deeply, but I know for a fact he is so so proud of his little girl. I know I am.”

“I’m so lucky to have you,” you whispered.

“I’m lucky to have you too, my love.”

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