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siancore · 5 years

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A/N: Little fluffy one-shot about gay cats, Figaro Wilson and Alpine Barnes, and their owners, who are definitely gay for one another, too.

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Warnings: Bucky has anxiety. Figaro and Alpine are assholes.

When he had more time, Bucky Barnes was definitely going to get a new printer. The one he had at home was being a pain in his ass presently, as he tried, once again, to print his missing cat flyer; the paper caught in the device again, and Bucky wanted to scream. Every second that was wasted trying to get the damn thing to work, was a second that his precious Alpine was out in the world alone. Bucky cursed once more as he yanked the paper from the printer. His whole week sucked, and the printer was making it worse. He was a nervous, anxious mess; his anxiety was exacerbated by the absence of his beloved pet.

Just then, he heard a knocking on his front door. He sighed loudly, and then stood up to answer it. Bucky’s mood lifted when he saw his very handsome neighbor, Sam Wilson standing there with that adorable smile plastered across that perfect face. Bucky instinctively brushed his hair back and smoothed his clothes down.

“Hi, Sam,” he said, genuinely pleased to see him.

“Hey, Bucky,” Sam replied. “Alpine got out again?”

“Yeah,” said Bucky. “How’d you know?”

“He’s in my car,” said Sam, as he turned to gesture to the vehicle. “He must’ve wandered around the corner. Found him in my backyard.”

“Oh my god, Sam, thank you so much,” said Bucky, as he followed the good-looking nurse down his garden path. “I could kiss you!”

“Let’s save the kissing for later,” said Sam, somewhat jokingly. Bucky felt a blush creep over his cheeks.

“Seriously, thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” said Sam, glancing sideways at him. “If Figaro took off, I’d want someone to bring him home, too.”

“Figaro?” said Bucky. “I didn’t realize you had a pet, as well.”

“Yeah,” said Sam with a grin. “He’s a bit of an asshole, but I love him. This is him.”

Sam extended his arm and his phone to show Bucky a picture of himself and an adorable white cat on the lock screen.

“Aww, Sam!” said Bucky, placing his hand over his heart. “He’s so cute, and I can definitely tell he’s an asshole.”

They both shared a little chuckle as they stopped in front of Sam’s car, and Bucky added, “That’s probably why Alpine keeps sneakin’ off. Must have a thing for cute assholes.”

Sam nodded his head and took in Bucky’s features; his eyes looked so clear out in the daylight.

“You think we need to sit ‘em down and give ‘em the talk?” Sam asked playfully.

Bucky grinned at Sam and tucked his stray hair behind his ear, before saying, “Yeah, we might have to.”

The pair stared at one another a moment; Bucky was memerized by the way Sam’s long eyelashes framed his deep, brown eyes in the prettiest way imaginable. Bucky was glad that his neighbor did not bring Alpine up to the house, but instead had Bucky walk to his car, effectively prolonging their interaction. While they lived in the same neighborhood, they didn’t get to talk a lot, or see one another that often, due to Sam’s work schedule, so it was nice when they did get to spend some time together. Bucky had a serious crush on Sam since he moved in around the corner from Bucky around three months prior. Alpine was the reason they initially met, Sam stopping to gush over the animal while on one of his runs.

“Here he is,” said Sam as he opened the door of his car and retrieved the cat carrier. He placed it on the hood and opened it. Bucky’s bright smile was worth being late for work, Sam mused.

Bucky took hold of Alpine, hugged him close, and then proceeded to scold him.

“You can’t go wanderin’ off like that,” he said to the cat. Sam thought it was adorable; thought he was adorable. Bucky looked at Sam and then said, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” said Sam with a smile as he placed his hand to Alpine’s head; he and Bucky’s fingers brushed together slightly and neither pulled away. “You should probably give me your number.”

“Uh?” said Bucky, wondering if he had heard Sam correctly.

“Your number,” said Sam, with a tilt of his head. “Y’know, in case he runs off again and ends up at my place.”

“Yeah, of course,” said Bucky as he took Sam’s phone and typed his number in. “That’d be great. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna make his way back to your house again.”

He handed the phone back to Sam and then smiled widely when Sam said, “Can’t really fault him; the boy’s got a crush and he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.”

xXxXx

Figaro sure was an asshole, Bucky mused as he trudged around the corner with the cat carrier in his hand and said asshole crying inside of it.

“You’re such a naughty boy,” Bucky mumbled to the cat as he walked in the direction of Sam’s house. “Makin’ your daddy worry like that. Lucky I’m such a good neighbor offering to bring you home.”

The cat meowed again.

“What?” said Bucky. “You think I’m doin’ this just to see you daddy?”

The cat let out another meow.

“I’ll have you know I’m a cat lover first and foremost,” said Bucky. “The fact that your owner is the hottest guy I’ve ever seen is an added bonus.”

Figaro made another noise.

“Whatever,” said Bucky, as if they were having an actual conversation. “Don’t judge me.”

When he finally made it to Sam’s place, he fixed his hair and smoothed down his clothes before knocking. Sam opened the door, and gifted Bucky with a smile so bright and pretty that Bucky almost forgot why he was there.

“Hey,” said Sam, before looking down to the carrier. “I appreciate you bringing him. Thanks, man.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Bucky replied. “He was sniffin’ around for Alpine again.”

Sam undid the latch on the door and took Figaro out.

“Were you hangin’ out with your boyfriend, uh?” Sam asked his cat in a sing-song voice that Bucky thought was super cute. He stroked his pet’s head and then kissed it, before turning his attention back to Bucky. “You wanna come inside for a minute and grab a drink? Beer? Coffee? Whatever you like, man.”

Bucky tucked his hair behind his ear in that adorable way that Sam liked as he said, “Yeah, thanks. Coffee sounds great.”

Sam stepped aside, placed Figaro down, and then led Bucky to the living room.

“Have a seat,” said Sam.

“Thanks,” Bucky replied sweetly, as he took in his surrounds.

“How do you want it?”

Bucky’s mind went blank at Sam’s words. He was staring, mouth agape, and cheeks flushed when he realized what his host was talking about: The coffee.

“Oh. Umm. Black, two sugars,” said Bucky, as Sam looked on with an amused kind of glint in his pretty eyes.

“Cool, I won’t be a sec,” said Sam as he walked off into the kitchen; Bucky took the opportunity to check out his ass.

It was nice to just sit and take it easy on a lazy weekend afternoon. It was nice to sit with Sam, thought Bucky, as he watched and listened to his neighbor speak. Sam was not overly animated, but there was something about the way his face lit up when he spoke that Bucky liked. Maybe Bucky just liked him too much, so every little thing he did and said seemed really nice.

Sam was sitting on the floor with a pile of cushions surrounding him, while Bucky sat on the small sofa and gazed at his crush. He wouldn’t have minded if Sam squeezed in beside him on the sofa, but thought it was considerate of him all the same. Figaro was snuggled up next to his owner; Sam absently stroked his cat’s fur as he and Bucky continued to chat.

Bucky found out that Sam had one sister and one brother; his folks were still around; he was from Harlem; and he was a medic in the Air Force before getting out and training to be a nurse. Sam found out that Bucky was from Brooklyn; he had one sister, his only family left; he was a veteran but was going to school to study social work. Both were gay; both loved cats. They had a lot in common, though Bucky was somewhat reserved, and Sam was a little more outgoing, and quite funny.

He said something that caused Bucky to laugh loudly, and Figaro to awaken. The cat stretched out near Sam, before getting to his feet, and lithely making his way to the sofa. He leapt up onto it, and then rubbed his head against Bucky’s leg. Bucky smiled and then stroked his head. Figaro purred and then climbed into Bucky’s lap where he settled in.

“He likes you,” said Sam, as he watched the exchange.

“He can probably smell Alpine on me,” Bucky said as he patted him.

“Nah, man, he likes you for you,” Sam insisted with a grin. “Can’t blame him. He’s got good taste.”

Bucky’s tummy did that thing where it felt like it was full of butterflies before he smiled shyly. His cute neighbour was flirting with him and he felt like rainbows were going to burst out of him at any second.

“You think so?” said Bucky, wishing he wasn’t so rusty at flirting himself.

“Yeah, for sure,” Sam replied, as he leaned down on his elbow and stared up at Bucky; he was so attractive that Bucky wanted to cry. “He’s got good taste like his owner.”

“He’s cute like his owner,” said Bucky, surprising himself then immediately feeling anxious; when Sam gifted him with a bright smile, he felt less nervous.

“I’m cuter,” Sam said playfully.

Bucky picked Figaro up and pretended to be examining him, before looking over at Sam.

“What d’ya think, Figaro? You think your daddy’s cuter?” Bucky asked the cat, who did not care about the courting rituals of humans at all. Bucky looked at an amused Sam, smiled at him, and then said, “Yeah, I agree. Sam’s definitely the cutest guy in this room.”

xXxXx

After his shift had ended, Sam went to his pigeonhole and retrieved his bag. He checked his phone like he normally did, hoping to see a nice text from Bucky, who had been sending him nice texts for a little over a month now. He was thoughtful like that, Sam found out. He would send pictures of things he thought would make Sam smile, like silly memes, inspirational quotes, or cat pics. Sometimes, there’d be the odd selfie of Bucky and Alpine. Those were Sam’s favorite things to receive.

As he opened his phone, he saw that there was actually a missed call from Bucky, and then a voicemail. Sam listened to the message and his heart sank.

“Sam? It’s Bucky. I’m sorry to call you when you’re at work. I know you’re busy. I’m just – I’m freakin’ out right now. Alpine hasn’t come home for three days. I know you said to just breathe and not worry too much, but it’s been three days, Sam. Almost four. He’s never been gone this long. I can’t stop thinkin’ about what might’ve happened. I just. I don’t know what to do. I don’t –”

That’s where the message cut out. Sam quickly returned the call. He knew Alpine helped Bucky with his anxiety, so having come up missing must have been awful for Bucky on so many levels. He answered after two rings.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, Buck. You okay over there?”

“Not really,” said Bucky. “He still hasn’t come home yet, and I’m worried. What if someone stole him? Or something awful happened to him? What if –”

“Hey, hey,” said Sam in a soothing manner. “He’s probably with Figaro somewhere. Just take it easy and breathe, okay?”

“Okay,” said Bucky, as he sat down.

“My shift’s finished, I’ll be home in twenty, and then I’ll have a look for him, alright?”

“Alright,” said Bucky. “Thank you, Sam. You always make me feel better.”

“You’re welcome,” said Sam with a gentle smile that Bucky couldn’t see. “Everything’s gonna be fine, dude. Sit tight. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

…..

By the time Sam arrived, Bucky had chewed his nails all the way back. He let Sam into the house, and Sam noticed the worry etched across his pretty face. Sam stepped forward and said, “Hey, dude. You alright?”

Bucky shook his head and sighed, “I haven’t gotten any sleep since he turned up missing.”

“Why didn’t you call me sooner?” Sam asked as he knit his brow.

“I didn’t wanna bother you,” said Bucky. “I know you’ve been busy at work. I didn’t wanna trouble you with my anxiety shit.”

“Hey, you can call me any time,” said Sam, stepping closer and placing both hands to Bucky’s upper arms. “You’re not botherin’ me at all, okay?”

Bucky gave him a grateful but weak smile and said, “Okay.”

“You’re shaken up, man,” Sam said, taking in Bucky’s appearance. “C’mere.”

He drew Bucky into an embrace, wrapping his strong arms around Bucky’s waist. Bucky melted into Sam, resting his head against Sam’s shoulder, as he let out a relieved breath. They stayed that way for a while, holding one another and swaying slightly, before Bucky spoke again.

“Thank you, Sam,” he whispered, as he lifted his head and inched back a little. “I needed that.”

Sam brushed his hair away from his face, smiled gently, and said, “I got you. Come on, let’s sit down.”

Sam led Bucky by the hand to the sofa, and they sat beside one another.

“Buck, I checked my backyard, and in the house, but Alpine wasn’t there,” said Sam softly. “Neither was Figaro.”

“Oh, god,” said Bucky, feeling dread rise up inside once more.

“Hey, now,” said Sam, placing a comforting hand to Bucky’s knee. “Don’t assume the worst. I’ve been leaving food out for Figaro since work’s been hectic, and it looks like it’s been eaten.”

“Okay, that’s a good sign,” said Bucky.

“It is,” said Sam. “So, I’m thinking they probably ran off together, the pair of assholes. But, not in a way that means they’re not comin’ back. They most likely wandered around the neighborhood and found a little hideaway.”

“Alright, so how do we find them?”

“Well, last week, I got a tracking collar for Figaro,” said Sam. “If Alpine’s with him, and I’m willing to bet good money he is, then we’ll find ‘em in no time.”

“Oh my god, Sam,” said Bucky with a now hopeful look on his face. “I could kiss you right now.”

Sam gave him a bright smile, and said, “Let’s save the kissing for after we find them.”

…..

As fate would have it, Alpine was with Figaro. Sam was able to track his cat to a wooded area not too far away from their block. Figaro was curled up at the bottom of tall tree. He woke when Sam called to him, rushing toward his owner. Sam picked him up and checked him over.

“Is he okay?” Bucky asked as he searched the immediate area for his own cat.

Upon hearing Bucky speak, Alpine began to meow.

“He’s good,” said Sam. “But is that Alpine? Where’s that comin’ from?”

The pair glanced around as Figaro struggled to free himself from his owner’s grasp. Sam let him down, and the cat ran to the tree and started scratching at the base. Another meow was heard, and Sam looked up to find Alpine perched on a high branch.

“Buck,” said Sam as he tapped his shoulder. “There he is.”

Bucky looked to where Sam was pointing, and he let out a relieved sigh when he saw his cat.

“Alpine! What’re you doin’ up there?” said Bucky. “Get down!”

The cat stood up and tried to make his way down. He stopped when he couldn’t get a proper grip on the tree trunk.

“He’s stuck,” said Sam.

“How?” said Bucky. “I thought that wasn’t a real thing, just somethin’ they do in movies?”

“Oh, it’s a thing,” said Sam. “Cats are great at climbing up, not so much with gettin’ down. Plus, this tree is tall. Poor little guy’s probably scared.”

“Aww, Alpine, it’s okay, sweetheart,” said Bucky as he stepped closer to the tree and placed his hand to it. “Daddy’ll get you down. Shit, Sam, what am I gonna do? Can you give me a leg-up? I ain’t much of a climber, but I can’t leave him like that. My poor baby.”

“Wait here,” said Sam. “I’ll be right back.”

…..

Bucky sat at the base of tree, holding Figaro and talking to Alpine. Ten minutes later, Sam came back with a ladder and Figaro’s cat carrier. Bucky scrambled to his feet and greeted Sam with a huge smile. Sam returned the grin, and then leaned the ladder against the tree.

“Put him in his carrier,” said Sam. “And I’ll get Alpine.”

“You’re the best,” Bucky gushed as he secured Figaro.

He then watched as Sam climbed the ladder and reached out to get Alpine. Alpine was a little skittish and wouldn’t go to Sam at first. Sam made kissy noises at him and called his name. After a while, the cat warmed up to him and approached slowly. He sniffed Sam’s hand and then inched closer, close enough for Sam to securely grasp him, and make his way back down the ladder.

Bucky rushed over and took Alpine from Sam. The cat snuggled against his owner and Bucky held him tight.

“You had me so worried, you asshole,” said Bucky as he held Alpine firmly to his chest.

Sam watched them with a smile on his face. When Bucky’s gaze met his, Sam offered him a little nod of his head. Before he could say something reaffirming to him, Bucky closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to Sam’s.

After the initial surprise passed, Sam cupped Bucky’s face and kissed him back just as eagerly. Their first kiss was the nicest that either had ever had. The pair only broke apart when Alpine began to make a fuss. Sam and Bucky drew away timidly, neither wanting to end the contact now that they had finally shared such an intimate moment.

They offered each other a soft smile before Sam asked, “What was that for?”

Bucky bit his lip and tucked his hair behind his ear, before replying, “You said to save the kissing for after we found them; and we found them, so I thought – was that alright? You didn’t mind, did you? I’m sorry if you did, I just –”

“Buck, hey, it’s fine, dude,” said Sam with a little chuckle. “I didn’t mind at all. So, let’s get these assholes home and make sure they’re fed, and then we can keep kissing if you want. I mean, only if you want to.”

Bucky beamed at Sam and said, “Oh, I definitely want to.”

…..

Alpine and Figaro snoozed together on the mess of cushions strewn about Sam’s floor. Sam sat on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table and Bucky’s head resting in his lap. Sam’s ran his fingers through Bucky’s hair as he let out a contented sigh.

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“Figaro.”

“What about him?”

“Do you think he waited there with Alpine the whole time he was stuck?” asked Bucky, shifting so he could look up at Sam. “That’d be romantic, right?”

“Yeah,” said Sam with a little laugh. “It would. I mean, I could check the tracker app for you.”

“No, it’s okay,” said Bucky. “I’d like to think he waited.”

Sam stroked Bucky’s face and said, “I think he did.”

“He’s a lot like you,” said Bucky with adoration for Sam etched across his face. “A good guy.”

“Aww, thanks, Buck,” Sam replied with a grin. “I think you’re great, too.”

Bucky shifted and sat up. He leaned against the back of the sofa and took hold of Sam’s hand.

“I’d wait with you, y’know?” Bucky said in earnest. “If you were stuck up a tree.”

They both looked at one another and then burst out into laughter.

“What makes you think I’d be the one to get stuck doin’ something dumb?” asked Sam playfully.

“You’re right,” said Bucky. “I’d definitely be the one crying up a tree for three days.”

Sam lifted his hand and tucked Bucky’s hair behind his ear before he leaned in and kissed him softly.

“Yeah, well, just make sure you call me if you’re ever stuck anywhere, with anything,” said Sam as he searched the depths of Bucky’s eyes. “Cat related or otherwise. I meant it when I said I got you. You know that, right?”

“I know,” said Bucky before kissing Sam again. “I got you, too.”

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twisted-nox-sidus · 4 years

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I was in the mood for fluff.

Headcanon AU prompt: Child!Strix suddenly warps to TW! As the dorm leaders argue who would be the first to take her in for the time being, she selects the dorm leader on a whim and grows attached. Saddled as babysitters by Crowley, how do the dorms take care of her?

Note: I had made a post of Child!Strix before. Keep in mind that she’s mute at this age and relies on actions than words to communicate.

Heartslabyul

Baby Strix fled to the safety of Riddle’s long cape and curled up inside despite his protests. She was in a cocoon by then.

The card boys almost dread the worst when Riddle came back cradling a sleepy little girl wrapped snugly in his cape like a blanket. The sight was so tender, they were nearly convinced it was someone pranking them.

Riddle was confident to show Strix a wonderful time at Heartslabyul. On the same day he had Trey bake his delicious cakes and treat her to his favorite strawberry tarts soon after.

The boys take turns carrying her. They almost die of diabetes whenever Strix gives nuzzles on their cheeks and hugs around their necks. So precious! She’s an angel! Deuce actually cried (manly tears mind you) once. Ace was never gonna let it up.

The Heartslabyul gang are just one big family. Trey and Cater are the parents, the first-year trio are their chaotic kids, and Riddle is the exasperated eldest son who tries to keep the whole family in line.

Strix plays dress-up with Cater and he does her hairstyles. It’s clear he totally dotes on her the most as he has an older sister. Having a little sister like Strix is delightful!

“Can we adopt her? Please?” “Cater, the headmaster already signed the custody papers.” “Really?!”

Ace and Deuce alternate carrying Strix as she paints roses red. They also make up quicker when Strix is around so they don’t make her sad.

The hedgehogs and flamingos are quite attached to Strix. They were practically surrounding her. Cater had abused the camera roll by then. He can’t bring himself to delete a single pic! But his memory storage is near reduced to tears...

Bonus: Che’nya randomly popped in during their tea party sweeping Strix off her chair and adoring this cutie patootie. Strix’s shock subsides when she noticed the pierced pointy cat ears and pets them while Che’nya carried her on his shoulders. He even only made his head visible so he’d give the others a spook when he came back while Strix is too focused on his kitty ears to realize it. It was so surreal, let me tell you.

Savanaclaw

Strix approached Leona and looked up with sparkling blue eyes. Fluffy kitty ears are nice! Not scary!

Leona groaned. He himself doesn’t want to take in a kid -especially a girl- back to Savanaclaw. She makes easy prey the moment she steps in. He has a weak spot for children, too.

To Leona’s bewilderment, the girl climbs on him like a tree until she sat on his shoulders and touched his cat ears. She nuzzled her face in his mess of hair and smiled, pleased.

And so, Leona returned to the dorm with a baby owl perched on his head. When she was asleep he dumped the job onto Ruggie. He should get paid for this, damn it. He didn’t sign up for babysitting!

Strix’s attention would wander to Leona’s flicking tail. She would try to catch it and run around Leona’s legs to try to get a feel, or pounce on the bed if he’s sleeping, however it would slip out of her tiny reach. She seems to have fun, though. She behaves like a cub sometimes, it’s really adorable.

Strix would do her best to help Ruggie clean Leona’s room. If only the dorm leader would follow her example...

Baby Strix growling stomach is like a mouse squeaking. Ruggie didn’t think a child’s stomach could make such cute noise.

Jack is saddled with a kid while Ruggie and Leona take care of their own duties. Where is the instruction manual for this?

Strix would fall asleep on Jack’s tail that substitutes for a pillow. Or his fluffy head, one way or the other. It’s easy to watch over a kid when they’re asleep almost 24/7. When she is awake, she would climb on him like he’s a jungle gym.

One time when he gave her an awkward pat on the head, she firmly held his hand in place and she. Freaking. Nuzzled into his palm. Nuzzled her nose to it with a cute smile and blush.

Jack only had Strix for five minutes, but if anyone harms her he will kill everyone in the area and then himself. It’s that meme :D

Every time they go out, the boys would firmly place their hands over her ears to block any foul language Savanaclaw has to offer. They also make it clear to other fellow students to keep their paws off her. Her innocence must be protected.

Octavinelle

Similar to Riddle, Strix went to hide under Azul’s draped coat. Azul then eagerly agreed to take her in. There’s profit to having an adorable guppie at Mostro Lounge, is what everyone called him out on. Azul doesn’t deny it.

Floyd definitely carries Strix by the shoulders. At first it was all fun and games, with how tall being on him was... Until he sporadically pretended to almost drop Strix that she clung to Jade’s secure arms while trembling like a leaf. For once, Jade had a justified reason to smack his brother on the arm without rousing sibling hostility. Floyd got depressed by the flick of a switch.

Strix’s eyes always wanders to the view of the underwater scenery. Her face was glued to the window in Mostro Lounge for how beautiful and breathtaking the sights were. Once, she lied on the floor in the glass corridor admiring the fishies that swim by. She never got tired of it for hours.

Floyd took the opportunity to join her on the floor in hopes of making up to her. Child Strix is a gentle soul to have forgiven him, and the two spent time just relaxing together until Jade and Azul came to pick them up (of course it was weird for two people to be on the floor). Strix was asleep by then.

Strix got curious about the grand piano. Azul played a few tunes before inviting her to join him. She pressed a few random keys that were out of tune, of course, but Strix was excited regardless. The glint of intent interest to explore the practice made him chuckle.

He teaches her the basics. He also encouraged her that her hands are perfect for the piano, which is no lie, and that she would become a wonderful pianist if she continued practicing, much to her delight.

Baby Strix would doze to sleep as Azul played relaxing music, all curled up while her head was atop his lap. What a pure soul this one is.

Scarabia

“Kalim put Strix down!!”

Jamil has another -literal- child to babysit. At least Strix is well-behaved unlike Kalim. Why can’t he take a page from her book?

Kalim has plenty of siblings. His brotherly love rubbed off Strix and made her open up to him more quickly than others.

Kalim bought every kind of ribbon that looks good on Strix. Too bad practically everything is adorable on her.

Jamil really doesn’t mind feeding another mouth. He’s whipped up feasts that feed hundreds of guests for Kalim’s banquets and parties, especially at the last minute. What’s two people to sweat about?* Magic carpet rides are exhilarating for Strix. They were like the baby roller coasters she rode on, but this must be the grownup’s version.

Pomefiore

Strix admires Vil’s dorm outfit between her fingers. The interior red design has fancy apple designs.* Vil boasts how even a toddler recognizes his beauty to compare to other students who fail to see it through their thick skulls.

Like Cater, Vil dresses her in outfits deemed complimentary to Strix and her stunning blue eyes. Strix didn’t mind since Vil was having fun.

Strix is amazed by Epel’s apple craftsmanship. It’d be a shame to eat them, she feels. After being reassured he’ll make more again, she never leaves a crafted apple to rot.

Strix finds Rook’s mannerisms and French confusing, but that’s okay. She’s a child that doesn’t know better. Though she has a feeling she’d still find him elusive even as a grownup.

Ignihyde

Like a kitten, Strix is all-too curious about Idia’s long blue flaming hair and paws at the tips. He had to bunch his hair into a ponytail during her stay.

Idia has his little brother Ortho. Surely he can handle Strix. “Those are two separate things!” He’d exclaim. Too bad that doesn’t prevent him from being a babysitter right off the bat.

Ortho is excited. Now he’s in the shoes of a big brother. He hopes Strix will be an incentive for Idia to come out of his room.

Strix liked how warm and comfy Idia’s jacket (his “school uniform”) looks. She slipped inside while Idia was taking a shut-eye from the monitor and zipped up the zipper before snuggling closer to his warm body heat. It’s like hugging a heater.

Idia woke up to a fright. What if he crushed her under his weight?! That’d be dangerous!

He looks down to see the content smile on her lips. With a sheepish huff he plopped his head back on the pillow. Another five minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Diasomnia

To every dorm leader’s surprise and fear, including Diasomnia’s himself, baby Strix fled to Malleus’ side. His intimidating aura should have warded her away, yet when Strix looks up from the folds of his cape with pure and honest blue eyes, there was no fear. Even as a toddler she knows no fear of one of the most powerful magicians in the world.

Strix dislikes thunder, and thus is scared of Sebek and his lightning bolt for hair. She would flee behind Silver’s leg and stay away from Sebek as much as possible.

Sebek had to befriend her through an owl marshmallow pillow (after listening to Lilia’s advice). Watching her squeeze the pillow made many shed tears from the sweetness. You could practically see flowers and soft light surround the two.

Sometimes they would walk in the lounge to see Strix dozing in the sleeping Silver’s protective arms wrapped around her securely. Like two peas in a pod.

Lilia is amused whenever he looks behind to see Strix lifting his oversized Diasomnia uniform as much as possible from the floor. She follows him like a duckling because of that.

Once, Malleus got depressed for not being invited to an event. Strix tugged on his pant leg and he picks her up. Then she pats his head before giving him a hug in consolation. How sweet, though he realized how the roles have switched; he’s the child, and Strix is much mature for her age.

The day after that Strix would pull him over to where everyone sat before a pretend tea party set. If Malleus had the shame to cry he would have done so. Ugly sobbing, amirite?

Malleus may not admit it out loud, but he’s happy. At least someone knows to remember to invite him. The fact it’s a human child says a lot.

#twisted wonderland #my post #twst oc #strix noctowl #child!strix #twisted wonderland oc #savanaclaw #diasomnia #heartslabyul #disney twisted wonderland #headcanon #octavinelle #ignihyde #scarabia #pomefiore #fluff #oc headcanon

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vancilocs · 4 years

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Relationships and fun facts for mallory and neja?

i’ll just delete the ones i don’t have an answer to lmao (edit: i didn’t delete any)

RELATIONSHIPS

Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend?

Many work friends, old school friends, some from Spain she still talks to, pals with her siblings. Best friend is either Callum or Gilly

She has friends from work, some from school, some she sees less but is in contact via the web. Buddies with Shyn. Considers Yecal her best friend

What’s their friend group like? What role do they play in it?

A bit of a loud leader type who keeps the hype up. Her friend group composes of mainly other girls who like do stuff she also likes, like going to cafes or concerts

Her friend group is somewhat scattered, she mainly sees friends at work and sometimes goes for a drink afterwards. She’s not very loud but she’s fun and keeps the hype up

What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids?

She has a girlfriend whom she loves, but they’re taking it chill and slow, no hurry for either one. No children but literally wouldn’t oppose to having five of them

She’s married to the man of her dreams, but doesn’t want kids

Who do they look up to? Who do they trust?

Looks up to many senior hunters, admires Zoe and Reno greatly, as well as Jesse and Wolfgang. Trusts her fellow hunters, even Manon.

Admires strong, independent women like Shyn, has probably met Trias and likes the not-giivng-a-damn attitude too. Looks up to her husband too and trusts him with her life

Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies?

Has a tense relationship with Manon because he’s a bitch but they have a bonding moment later and get along. No enemies apart from the people she hunts probably

Hates people who don’t pay her for her work or hurt others in other ways. Should look out for the guy whose engine she smashed but then again, he didn’t pay her

Do they have any pets?

No, wouldn’t be opposed to a pet but right now she feels she’s not in the situation to have one

No, she’s found some animals from engines but she hasn’t been able to keep any so she’s had them for a while before handing them over to someone who was able to keep them

Are they good with kids? Animals?

Very good with kids, loves messing around with them. Likes animals too, especially dogs. Big fan of Cal’s chickens and cat

Has no problem with kids, if a kid was obviously alone and in distress she would ask if she can help. But generally doesn’t pay much attention. Likes animals a lot.

FUN FACTS

Which tropes do they fit? Which archetypes?

Hero at least, some Warrior

A bit of Seducer, bit of Caregiver, bit of Rebel at least

Do they play any instruments? Sports?

Lifts weights and jogs. No instruments

Not really, no

What are some items they always carry?

Mirror, foundation, lipstick, hair pins and ties, napkins, chewing gum

Napkins, hair ties and pins, reading glasses, breathmints

Do they collect anything?

Makeup if anything

Little baubles like nuts and bolts she finds at work, souvenirs. Has a fridge magnet from every place she’s been to

What position do they sleep in?

On her side or back, nothing special

Either curl up on her side or crawl halfway across husband

Which emoji would they use the most?

🥰🥰😂💗💗

🥺🥺🥰😊😳😳

What languages do they speak?

Trade, English, a bit of Gaeilge, bit of Hindi, some Spanish she still remembers

Trade and Chissadian

What’s their favorite expletive?

Feck

Bitch

What’s their favorite candle scent?

Cinnamon and other spices, baked apple

Flowery scents, vanilla

What songs remind you of them?

Cruachan - the Marching song of Fiach Mac Hugh

Girls just wanna have fun

Which animal would you say represents them?

A lioness

That little angry orange kitten

What stereotypical high school clique would they fit into?

A weird combo of prep and jock

Prep nerd

What would their favorite ride at an amusement park be?

Loves anything, but favorite would be those towers that shoot you up and drop and you know?

Splash Mountain type

Do they believe in aliens? Ghosts? Reincarnation or something else?

Believes in aliens, has met some. Kinda believes in ghosts.

Is married to an alien. Doesn’t believe in ghosts.

Do they follow any religions/gods? Do they celebrate holidays?

The main thing she believes in is karma, otherwise not particularly religious (is a good Catholic girl though). Happily celebrates holidays.

Not really religious, celebrates big holidays sometimes or then goes home to her family to celebrate them.

Which Deadly Sin do they most correspond to? Which Heavenly Virtue?

Pride probably, and then Charity or Patience

Greed or Lust, and Kindness or Diligence

If you had to choose one tarot card to represent them, which would it be?

Strength (upright: inner strength, bravery, compassion, focus / reversed: self doubt, weakness, insecurity)

Fool (upright: inncence, new beginnings, free spirit / reversed: recklessness, taken advantage of, inconsideration)

#just some silly girls one of whom is hench af and one is a reckless bastard #you gotta be a bit of a bastard to live at the outer rim #long oc thing

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1rosex · 5 years

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BTS reaction to having a crush on another member’s best friend (Maknae Line)

Request: i dont know if you're still taking requests, but if you are, could you do a bts reaction to falling in love with another member's best friend and being insecure about telling the person his feelings?

Hyung Line

Masterlist

Jimin

Jimin watched as you got out of the car and stepped onto the driveway, and then watched as a stray cat approached you and you crouched down to pet it. He lifted the apple up to his mouth, then felt the warmth of a large hand on his shoulder, dropping the apple in fear. He whipped around and came to face with a surprised looking Taehyung. “Oh- my bad. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Taehyung laughed apologetically and looked out the window, then back at Jimin. “What are you doing? You look kind of creepy standing here and watching my best friend, not gonna lie. I don’t need to warn her to get a restraining order do I?”

Jimin laughed dryly and turned back to the window, you were gone. He scanned the area for a while then picked his apple back up. “No. Just watching the birds.”

“Jimin, I saw you staring directly at Y/N and a cat. They’re not birds last time I checked.You don’t have a crush on her do you?” He asked, studying the younger man’s face. Jimin avoided eye contact and gave a quiet chuckle, his eyes flicking along the driveway. “No.. Why would I? She’s best friends with you Taehyung. Kim Taehyung, the visual man with a great voice. Not like I’d even have a chance there.” The apple crunched as he bit into it, Taehyung furrowed his bold brows in thought. “Think about it Jimin.”

Jimin cocked an eyebrow and gave Tae a confused look, urging him to elaborate.

“She’s friends with me. Friends. We have been best friends for a long time, you would have thought she’d be with me by now if she liked me. And I only think of her as a friend. Yes, I am Kim Taehyung. But you are Park Jimin, and you aren’t any ordinary guy either.” Taehyung gave him a knowing look, then went to answer the door. Jimin followed Taehyung out of the room with his gaze, then turned back to the driveway as you came bounding up to the house. You had been following the cat for a while only to see that it wasn’t a stray afterall. You didn’t even knock on the door before it opened, revealing a smiling Taehyung. “Y/N! Hello.”

You greeted him as you stepped inside, and saw Jimin leaning against the kitchen wall. He smiled shyly at you and waved, which you returned. Taehyung looked at you and then at Jimin, a plan forming in his head.

“Uhm actually.. I have to go run to the store.”

“Oh i can come with-” You started but Taehyung interrupted. “No no, it’s okay I’m just going to run there. Why don’t you stay behind and help Jimin prep for lunch? Please?” He asked. You nodded, having no problem with doing so. Jimin was a good friend of yours too, though you didn’t get much quality time with him. Taehyung gave you both a smile and went for the door, giving Jimin a wink on the way out. Jimin turned to you, a small smile on his face.

“.. Can you come sit with me on the balcony? There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

Taehyung

“Soo.. just tell him.” Yoongi told you as he took a sip of his coffee. “Just tell him? Just tell him??” You asked with an exasperated sigh. “I can’t do that Yoongi. What if he doesn’t feel the same way and I get rejected? I’d never be able to show my face around here again.”

On the other side of the house, Taehyung was ranting to Jimin who sat across from him, scarfing down his ramen. “Okay. Okay! I’m gonna do it! I am going to tell her and nothing is going to stop me!” Taehyung slammed his hands down on the table and got to his feet, heading for the door. “That’s my man!” Jimin cheered as Taehyung marched out. Not even 10 seconds had passed and Taehyung was already rushing back into the room. “I can’t do it, I can’t tell her” He hid his head in his hands and leaned against the wall. Jimin let out a deep sigh and put down his chopsticks.”Taehyung, you have to tell Y/N sooner or later. If not then I’m just going to tell her myself cause I’m tired of watching you suffer.”

“That won’t happen.” Yoongi sighed. “You don’t know that..” You took a seat on the ground and let out a deep breath, trying to think clearly. This had been torturing you for days, and even the advice of your best friend Yoongi wasn’t helping. He had been encouraging you to confess your feelings, but you were terrified.

“We are going to go tell her right now.” Jimin got to his feet and started to walk out of the room, being promptly chased by Taehyung. “No! Don’t tell her please!” He begged but Jimin didn’t stop. So Taehyung did the only thing he could think of, he tackled him.

“Y/N, if you don’t do this now, you may never know. Tomorrow is never guaranteed. You’re going to keep pushing it off again and again until it’s too late and you’ve missed your chance. You don’t want to live with that, do you? Don’t be stupid. Just tell him, I have your back if anything goes wrong.” Yoongi watched as you stared at the ground, then looked up at him with a smile. “Ah, I knew the soft side of you was in there somewhere yoongles~”

“Shut up and tell him before I go and do it myself.”

You shakily made your way down the stairs, furrowing your brows when you heard shuffling and grunting coming from downstairs.

“Get off Tae!”

“I’m not letting you tell her!”

“Someone has to!”

They suddenly froze when they saw you standing there, Taehyung had Jimin in a chokehold and Jimin had his arms wrapped around his waist. You giggled as Taehyung gave you an embarrassed smile.

“Uhhh.., Tae has something to tell you.” Jimin slipped out of his grasp and sprinted away before he could stop him. Taehyung turned back to you, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I do have something to tell you Y/N..”

“I do too..”

“You go first”

“No you can”

“No-”

“I like you Taehyung” You blurted out.

“ I like you and maybe you don’t feel the same but- wait what??” Taehyung’s mouth dropped. You both stared at each other in disbelief, then Taehyung started smiling.

“Oh my. I never thought I’d hear those words.. But wow am I glad I just did.”

Jungkook

“No Jungkook. Absolutely not. Bad busan bitches don’t catch feelings.” Jungkook mused as he took a drink of his banana milk. “Why would I even like her? She’s only cute. And funny. And kind. And she’s got a stunning voice I could listen to all day. Plus the best personality I’ve ever come across. And she sends me memes and vines...”

“...Who are you talking to?”

“HYUNG” Jungkook jumped a foot in the air, not realizing Jin was in the kitchen, he thought he was alone.

“More importantly, who are you talking about?” Jin asked while smiling knowingly.

“No one. I was just rehearsing a line from a drama I watched.. Haha.. yeah..”

“You couldn’t be talking about my best friend?” Jin asked.

“No, of course not. Why would I? Now if you excuse me, I have practice to get to.” Jungkook huffed and walked out of the kitchen. A second later, he poked his head back in. “You uhm.. Don’t happen to know if Y/N talks about me do you?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself? She’s coming over for dinner tonight.”

Jungkook nodded slowly then rushed to his room to get a change of clothes and shower. Not that he cared or anything, though. Cause bad Busan bitches don’t catch feelings, remember?

Later that night, you helped prepare dinner and set the table with Jin. Everyone was gathered around laughing and joking with each other, except for one person. “Y/N you’ve already helped me out tonight so much, and I thank you for it. But can you do me one last favor and go look for Jungkook?” Jin asked you. You were happy to comply, and left the dining room to go find him. You were about to turn the corner to the hallway and ran straight into another figure. You both yelped and fell back, but you soon realized it was just Jungkook.

“Oh my goodness you gave me a heart attack.” You sighed as you put your hand over your chest.

“Well it’s payback for giving me one everyday” Jungkook wheezed.

“What?

“What?” His eyes widened when he realized what he had said.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean.. Phew lovely night, gotta go catch some dinner!” He tried to rush past you but you stopped him. “No no, explain”

Jungkook gnawed at his bottom lip with his two front teeth, then sighed and turned to you. “I mean as in.. you make my heart flutter. Oh god that sounds so cheesy now that I said it..”

You gave him a lopsided smile. “Jungkook.. Is that a confession?”

“... would you be afraid if it was?”

“No. Because I like you.” You could see him trying desperately to hide his excitement.

“Then yes. That’s a confession. I like you too Y/N.”

#bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts request #kpop reactions #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #rm #suga #jhope #v #min yoongi #bts fluff #bts writing

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katsukikitten · 5 years

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Summer night of third year 2??

Yea I'm sorry but what the fuck did I name part 1? Maybe if I kept UP TO DATE with my master list I wouldnt have this problem.

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Time does not move as slowly as Katsuki thought as the sun sets on class 1As beach day much faster than he'd like to admit.

The umbrellas were closed much like this day at the beach as they were left for tomorrow. You linger, eyes staring over what was picture perfect moments ago, there's still tomorrow is what you keep telling yourself as you walk backwards towards the lodge.

Dinner was already underway by the time you slipped into the dining room. What between Katsuki who was voluntold to cook and Todoroki y'all would be eating in a few minutes. Bodies begin to pile in to sit around the large table in the combined two rooms, you bite your lip forgetting how much you hate confined spaces with a crowd, even as you sat at the very end.

Even when these people were supposed to be your friends, yet the room still felt a little claustrophobic and you weren't drunk enough to be able to deal with all of them at once yet. You tap the flask that hides in your inside pocket and your fingers touch the smooth square box of cigarettes. Suddenly the box is SCREAMING at you, at how badly you want a stick to your lips with a flame burning at the end.

If nothing more than an excuse to get outside.

You slide out the side door with ease without even having to use your quirk. You flick your lighter on and off a few times as an irritatingly smooth voice growls in your head.

*"Bullshit you can quit anytime you want, you're a slave to them."*

You growl to yourself pulling an aromatic stick from the box being sure to dodge your lucky as you place it between your tender lips.

You COULD stop anytime you wanted. The fact of the matter was you simply didn't fucking want to.

You light the small white stick, giving it a good drag before you blow it from your nose like a dragon.

"All you're doing is proving my fucking point, princess baka."

You lift your shirt and find the smooth handle of your favorite knife to slam it into the door jamb at the last second as you see it is only that annoying asshole who won't leave you alone.

"One day I'm going to follow through and you'll be dead, stalker boy." You go to take another drag but the stick and your pack of smokes is ripped from your hand and going up in smoke encouraged by little popping sounds.

"Can you fucking not?!" You pull the knife from the wood angrily, brandishing it for just a moment before returning it to its sheath on your ribs. Other wise it might sink between his third and fourth, never to obliterate your smokes again.

Your stomach twists at the thought and you brush over the handle before finding the cool flask.

"Oi, dinner is ready. You might wanna get in there before there's nothing left."

"Yea yea I'll think about eating." You grumble, crossing your arms as you think about how far away the next convience store was.

10 miles last you saw and you were pretty sure an overly priced pack of smokes wasn't going to be worth it.

"You better eat, you've drank more than you've eaten. Plus I didn't cook for your shit to get cold." He looks over his shoulder with dark eyes, "Now come inside Princess."

Ten miles was looking better and better.

*************

The night wound down to be dull and boring even as all of you drank.

But no one had the balls to be open about their feelings.

Even you could see that in the past six months that some of these fools have been avoiding it and what better way than to bring it to the forefront by stirring the shit pot. You smirk to yourself as you sashay to the freezer pulling out the stashed bottles of liquor making your way to sit at the head of their circle snatching Kirishima's beer and chugging it as you do.

"Hey!" He whines but you ignore him, all eyes on you. The sore thumb of the group, the black sheep that does not belong. The anomaly that disrupts the team.

You smile to yourself at the thought.

"So everyone is single right?" A lot of blushing cheeks confirm your hunch, "Good then no one will have a problem participating."

You place the cool glass in the center of the circle placing it to yourself first.

"Participate in fucking what?" Katsuki growls but does not make a move to leave just yet. He needs to be here to make sure you're on your best behavior.

"Kiss or dare!" You smile and when all twenty of your classmates give you a puzzled look you sigh, "Its like this."

You spin the bottle, the glass rounds and rounds, whirring as it does before it starts to slow as Minta all but pants at the idea of a kissing game.

The empty beer lands on Denki, his cheeks flush, golden eyes flashing to Jhiro at lightening speed missed by all but you as you take a mental note.

"So the bottle landed on Denki, I have the choice to kiss him or not. If I choose not to he gets the choice of 'Is it true that...' or 'I dare you to..' but you cannot dare them to kiss you, but you can dare them to kiss someone else. If you do not do the dare, truth, or kiss you MUST take a shot but after your third pass you have to do what's asked of you." You smile at him and his cheeks deepen in hue, "Dont worry this is practice. I'd like a truth or dare."

He swallows as he thinks, the meme lord wondering if he should just ask what he's been dying to know since you transferred here or if he should make light of the situation.

"Is it true that you were a former criminal in the states? Like a modern day cat woman?" He eyes your tight black tank top that dips a little low and how it fits your curves. You smile at his question, one of the many rumors going around school about you.

"Technically that's two questions." You purr opting to take your shot, "Now let's begin! U-san you have the honors of spinning first."

Iida, Ojiro, Aoyama, Koda, Sato and Shoji opt out silently then and there agreeing to build the separators for the rooms so the can play video games.

"Well I'm not playing fuck this." Katsuki goes to stand, part of you is relieved and the other?

Well the other wants to get under his skin.

"What a surprise that stalker boy is scared." You giggle, Kirishima stares at you with mouth agape as Katsuki looks over his shoulder.

"What the fuck did you say?"

"I said you are a coward." You say slowly so he can understand. He sits back down in an angry puff.

"You'll regret challenging me." He says darkly, half the class gulps but you roll your eyes at the dramatics.

"Yea yea. I'll rue the fucking day." You say mockingly before your voice is laced with excitement, "Now back to you U-san."

"Ah me?" She is blushing as badly as Deku who sits across from her. You wonder if she hopes with all her heart that it will land on the emerald hair boy but the Gods have spoken as it lands on an apathetic pair of heterochromatic eyes. She let's out the smallest sound of disappointment that makes you shudder.

This night will prove interesting after all

"Uh...ummm" Brown doe eyes flash to Deku before locking onto Todoroki, "Truth or dare!"

"Is it true that you have a crush on someone in this room?" His voice is smooth, caressing the room even as everyone falls silent, astounded by his bluntness. You glee bubbles up from your stomach in a manic smile. She turns the color of Katsuki's scarlet eyes before she finally answers, eyes glued to the floor.

"Yes.."

"Well well!" You giggle, "Someone may get a confession tonight! Momo your turn!"

The Gods do not favor Momo as the bottle comes to a halt in front of a purple headed boy, the every girl shudders with displeasure at the thought.. She gulps while he drools, eyes glued to her figure.

"Truth or dare." She says quickly, and his face becomes visibly crest fallen.

"Is it true your bra size is a DD32?" He stares blatantly at her covered chest, she moves her baggy sweatshirt to cover herself more. She brings a well manicuried hand to the little glass of clear liquid before her and swallows the burning shot whole.

Katsuki spins the bottle angirly, causing it to tailspin for far too long before landing on Kirishima.

Denki, Sero, and Mina laugh as Katsuki grits his teeth. Kirishima teasingly puckers his lips earning a deadly glare.

"Truth or dare you fucking idiot."

"Hmmm I dare you to try to get the number from the receptionist downstairs." He offers a challenging smirk to witch Katsuki returns.

"Easy." He stands quickly as you laugh.

"Who would want *his* number?" You giggle but Kirishima stands, motioning for you to follow as the dare unfolds.

The two of you stand on the stairs shrouded in shadows. A place you are used to being as Katsuki looks over his shoulder a final time before leaning agaisnt the counter. You smile knowing he will fail but as his voice comes out smoothly, husky even as he gives off this aura of exuding power, speaking to the blushing girl your stomach twists.

"M...my number." She looks up at him shyly and he leans closer, with a cocky grin on his face.

"Yes, princess." He purrs. Something pangs in your chest over the pet name. As far as you knew you were the only one he called that. Your brows dip into a scowl as she giggles.

"I would love to get to know you more..." He adds, twirling the pen before he offers it to her. She grabs onto his hand writing on his palm her actual number.

"You'll text me?" The beautiful girl behind the desks asks with almost a sadness to it.

"Of course I will, *Princess*." He purrs albeit you do not know it is a lie. This time you cannot deny the rage that wells in your stomach although you chalk it up to his victory. You crumple a five into Kirshima's large palm before the ash blonde meets the two of you on the stairs, palm held out to you with a heart around her phone number. You hear her texting madly on her phone. Most likely texting her friends about the oh so "hot" blonde that got her number. You roll her eyes.

"Text her right now." You bite and Katsuki gives you a look before he whips out his phone. Thumbs tapping away at the phone quickly.

He turns his phone to you, the face of it displays a Hey Princess that has you grinding your teeth as her phone in the lobby dings, followed by her delighted squeal and three dots popping up in reply. You lock his phone before turning on your heel.

"The others are waiting." You say smoothly.

Two more rounds flash by in what feels like seconds as the bottle is again in your possession.

"I cannot believe no one has kissed anyone yet! Now every third turn you must kiss who it lands on. Yall got these next two rounds to figure your shit out!" You dictate, spinning the bottle with flair. It lands on Mina who's eyes widen as she stares at the glass bottle. The room seems to still again, waiting for your move.

And do you make a fucking move.

All eyes are on you, two red sets in particular that watch you crawl in your much too short shorts that give half of the class a view they cannot forget while the other half gets a picture perfect moment of your breasts.

You straddle Mina gently before pulling her pink chin towards you, capturing her lips with yours as if she were the love of your life. She whimpers beneath your touch, a swipe of your tongue over hers before you pull away. Her cheeks aflame from both the kiss and the other sets of eyes on you both.

Because when you did something you did it BIG.

Sero and Denki share a look, silently conveying to one another just how hot that was, thanking the Kamisami above for this twisted game of Kiss or Dare.

The bottle spins on, Uraraka omits what her panty color is, Deku must admits he too has a crush, Denki tells the gritty details of what his last dream was about (he leaves out the part where he and Jhiro make out) Todoroki has to strip to his deep sapphire blue boxers and stay in them for the rest of the night, your eyes catch over his abs with delight.

The other girls silently thank you for your boldness and catch the hint. Begining to dare the boys to strip.

Katsuki's bottle lands on Mina who gives him a cat smile.

"True or dare." He bites out.

"I dare you to strip to your boxers for the rest of the evening." She laces her fingers together with delight as he rolls his eyes from the predictably.

Despite having seen all the guys in their bathing suits today there was just *something* about the way boxers fit a guy.

Your smile begins to fade as you watch him remove his shirt, grabbing it by the back of the collar and pulling it in a swift motion, revealing his wash board abs. Your mouth waters for a moment so deft hands unbuckle his belt with ease, you bite your lip suddenly angry. Angry that he is taking his clothes off differently than the rest of them, Kirishima and Todoroki undressed normally, quickly even but Bakugou stands with finesse somehow in his agitated movements, sliding down his Khaki shorts over toned legs to reveal black boxers that cling to his powerful thighs and cute ass.

Your heart stills watching his muscles become taunt before he tosses his shit to the side, cocky smile in his lips so he goes back into a criss cross sitting position.

"Oi." He says to the whole class before his eyes land on you, "Stop staring."

Everyone averts their eyes but you, you hold onto his gaze narrowing your eyes as that damn cocky grin grows wider.

The game plays on and your bottle lands on Kirishima.

You lick your lips, ready to dive onto that heavenly hardened body. You straddle him as you did Mina, titling his head more roughly than you did her towards you while his hands naturally find themselves on your hips.

You steal the breath from him as your mouth works wonders, tongue massaging, his eyes flutter as he fights back a groan but the whole class can see how tight his grip is on your hips.

The sight having one person in particular seething, scarlet eyes roving over the indents in your thick hips. He bites back a growl and you part from Kirishima none the wiser as you say aloud.

"How does Mina taste on me?"

His eyes widen, as his heart clenches with guilt at your reminder who his actual crush is. But Mina seems unbothered, excited to share a story that they kissed the same *girl*.

Uraraka spins the glass, this time Kamisama smiles upon her and it lands on Deku. She goes to chicken out but you interrupt her truth or dare.

"As a reminder, everyone this round HAS to kiss who the bottle lands on." Deku blushes furiously as Uraraka walks over to him, she gets to her knees before him before kissing him on the cheek last second. Everyone let's out an audibly sigh. But to your surprise Deku pulls her back to him and kisses her fiercely.

"I want you to stop playing this game." His voice comes out a whisper to her but the hushed room allows for everyone to hear, "Let's go to the beach."

You smile as your plan slowly comes together. Momo's bottle some hoe lands on Todoroki, both of them so wasted that they cannot stop themselves from their kiss. Both having held back their feelings for far too long. Todoroki lifts Momo with strong arms as he guides her to the balcony. Denki lands on Jhiro and they both agree to quit but they hold hands as they leave. Slowly your circle shrinks. Katsuki spins and the bottle lands on Kirishima again.

Their eyes widen and as Katsuki goes to stand to leave the game you hold his gaze.

"Coward." You say loudly and he walks to Kirishima, eyes glued to you as he pulls the male up by his chin. Kissing him with a fevor you did not know Katuki possessed and just like you Kirishima cannot deny the passion of the kiss and must fight back a groan. Katsuki let's go, wiping his mouth as the small circle stares in amazement. Hagakure lands on Mineta causing her to comment on how late it was, disappearing quickly as she shed her clothes. Mineta passes out from both a broken heart and too many shots to think. Another round happens, Tokoyami lands on Mina to which he pecks on the cheek, your bottle lands on Mina and she dares you to take off your shirt.

Leaving you to be the one to blush now as she knows you arent wearing anything more than an unlined bralette. Its tight enough that it reveals your pierced nipple to which scarlet eyes are glued.

It is the ash blonde's turn now and it lands on you. You smile as you think up a question to ask him but instead he stands, walking towards you and stopping just beside you. He lifts you by the arm pulling you away from the group.

"She's done playing." A chorus of aaaahhhs rings out before the game dissolves before your very eyes.

"How are you just going to dictate that the game is over stalker boy?!" You growl as he pushes you onto the separate balcony from Todoroki and Momo.

You pat yourself for your smokes, becoming more and more agitated with the blonde before you as you remember what happened to them.

Lucky and all.

"I can dictate whatever I want Princess." The name ignites a drunken fire in you and you shove him, pushing him against the wall hating his God damn intoxicating scent of slightly burnt sugar.

"Don't call me that. Clearly you save that name for any old stupid slut." You hiss. Bakugou's eyes narrow, bare skin heating beneath your palms that press against his chest. One over his sternum the other prodding the sweet meat between two ribs. He flips you, slamming you into the exterior wall, deadly arms trapping you as the wooden siding bites into your ass, back and bare thighs. One of his hands finds your hip, squeezing hard enough for a bruise to blossom as he is reminded that someone else has gripped your tender flesh.

"Then I have every right to call you a slut huh? You kissed half the class tonight." He snarls darkly, "I can only imagine what you did in the states while you were a thief AND an assassin."

You still at his comment, no longer trying to move his muscled body from yours.

"How did you?" It comes out angry yet your eyes still water.

"You don't make a sound when you walk, you appear out of thin air, you blend into any crowd or background better than I've ever seen and lastly a lot of stuff has turned up missing." He leans closer to you, "Like a certain t shirt of mine, a lighter I use for practice, Azawai's goggles and about 50,000 yen between the twenty of us."

You look away more ashamed over the killing more than the stealing. The stealing you picked up to survive, the killing...

Well the killing paid big and you had a lot you needed to pay for.

Not that any of it mattered in the end with the life that was cut much too short.

You grab onto his forearm, nails digging into his skin, silently begging for him to stop.

"You have swift hands. It's why I have to watch you." He tilts your chin his way again and you jerk free just for his strong fingers to find your jawline once more.

"I hate you watching me." A dark growl leaves your kissable lips that somehow cuts deeper into Katsuki than one of your knives ever has.

"Why?" The question comes out slowly and you whip your eyes to his.

"Your gaze is so heavy Suki. I'm only ever reminded of the wrong I've done and the wrong I'll continue to do. I never please you, you always scold me and I told myself well at least he hates me some kinda special since I have my own nickname but come to find out you call any bitch that!" You huff, stupid drunk tears pricking your eyes.

"You think I *care* about that girl downstairs?" He snarls darkly, "Do I make sure she eats when she goes through a depressive episode? To I help steer her clear of smoking or alchohol that she could binge on during her darkest hour? Do I pick a fight or force her to spare with me when I know she needs to let off steam? Do I feed her the finest foods, place a chocolate bar for her to steal out of the freezer or treat her remotely to fucking anything like you?"

You have no words as you digest what he had said, scarlet eyes flickering back and forth, searching yours for answers before he finds it. He tilts your head to his, taking your lips to his own as he kisses you tenderly, parting and returning to kiss you deeply. Biting your lip for entrance as your tongues fight, his hands finding your pierced nipple easily. He gives it a harsh tug earning a moan into his mouth. He explores you for a few moments before he let's go, both of your lips swollen as you pant for breath.

"You're my one and fucking only, got it *Princess*?"

"Yea yea stalker boy." You pull him back to you by the nape of his neck, kissing him with breath stealing passion.

#bakugou #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki au #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha #bnha bakugou #bnha katsuki #bnha midoriya #bnha kacchan #bnha imagines #bnha au

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undergroundbandimagines · 4 years

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How to Cuddle Someone: A Guide to Snuggle Up and Feel the Love

Want to know how to cuddle someone and snuggle up with them in a way that makes them fall more in love with you? Here’s the right way to do it.

I know cuddling seems like one of the most basic things when it comes to being with someone. But if you’ve ever actually done it, it can get kind of awkward. Forgo the awkward part by learning how to cuddle someone in a way that would feel comfortable to both of you.

Once you’ve been together for a while, you’ll have go-to cuddling positions. But, if you’re newly dating or just hanging out, finding the right cuddle spot for you can take some practice.

Cuddling is so important to creating an emotional bond and connection. It releases cortisol *the feel-good hormone* and is like an extended hug. But, if you are cuddling in an uncomfortable position or are too nervous, it can make you sweat, creating a more awkward moment.

Stop the awkward! Learn how to cuddle someone the right way, and enjoy your time in each other’s arms.

[Read: How the surprising benefits of cuddling can make your life better]

Why cuddling is so important

Most solid relationships have a certain level of intimacy. Sure, that can be sexual, but it isn’t always not does it have to be. Intimacy can be holding hands, playing footsie under the table, or putting your arm around her shoulder while you watch a movie.

Although these things seem small, those little touches mean a lot. They bring you closeness and comfort. They make you feel safe. Having that physical connection, even when it is something the girl putting her feet up on a guy’s lap matters. It brings you closer emotionally, as well as physically.

If you are nervous to cuddle someone, slowly amping up your cuddling will not only help your partner to feel loved and comforted but will help put you at ease as well. The benefits of cuddling can not only improve your anxiety and nerves but can make your time together feel so much deeper.

[Read: From crush to companion – the 12 stages of intimacy]

How to cuddle someone in a way that works for both of you

There really is no right and wrong when it comes to cuddling. It is all about what works for the two of you. A position some people may love may not work for your current partner.

Cuddling is also versatile. You can cuddle on the couch while watching a movie or in bed before sleeping or after sex. You can cuddle while you’re having a deep conversation or while you’re looking at memes on your phones.

Cuddling is not just one thing. These tips can make you feel more relaxed, cozier, and help your partner or friend feel more at ease in your arms or vice versa.

#1 Start with something simple. You do not need to be touching every arm and leg. You don’t need to be spooning to cuddle with someone. Simply putting your arm around this person while watching TV so they can lean into your shoulder shows you want this person to feel close to you. [Read: These 7 types of romantic love will bring you closer together]

#2 Share a blanket. When two people are sharing a sofa and watching a movie, it can feel stiff. You might want to cuddle but not know how to start. A great buffer is a blanket.

Grab a throw blanket and share it. That will bring you closer together naturally. Slowly you can start touching legs or putting your arm around this person.

#3 Ask them if they’re comfortable. The first time I sat down to watch a movie with my boyfriend I felt like a statue. I didn’t want to lean on him or look too comfortable too early. Then, just minutes later he asked me if I was comfortable and pulled my legs across his lap.

Not only was it clear he cared how I felt, but it was a sweet gesture that avoided a night full of awkward rearranging. [Read: How to cuddle with a girl so it leads to a sexy snuggle and sex all the time]

#4 Have fun with it. Cuddling doesn’t have to be this intensely emotional time to just sit with each other unless you want it to be. You can tickle each other or goof around until you naturally fall into a position that is comfortable for both of you. [Read: How to be better at dating and enjoy every step along the way]

#5 Be smooth. Being smooth is not for everyone. Some people thrive on their awkwardness. If you’re a guy, work your way into cuddling by putting her hair behind her ear or even telling her that the color she’s wearing looks good on her.

#6 Check-in. Cuddling does not mean you find a comfortable position and stay like that for hours. You can move and change positions. What works best is not always the most clever or natural. Sometimes things are awkward.

My boyfriend and I will be cuddling, watching a movie and his arm will fall asleep under my neck and he’ll have to pull it out awkwardly. That is okay. Sometimes when we’ve been cuddling for a while I’ll ask if he’s comfortable or if I’m crushing his arm just to check in and let him know I want to make sure he is just as comfortable as I am.

#7 Switch places. Sure, traditionally a guy holds the girl, and he would be the big spoon who supports the girl’s weight. But we’re well into two decades of a whole new century! Switch it up. My boyfriend is a foot taller than me, yet he lays on me and uses me as a pillow. It is one of my favorite ways to cuddle. Whoever is taller, bigger, or a man, does not need to be the big spoon.

#8 Let the girl lead. Just because you’re the guy doesn’t mean you must make the first move, cuddling or otherwise. You can let the girl take the lead. Maybe she grabs your hand or leans against your arm. Let her make you comfortable and take the lead.

#9 Add a pillow. As sweet and loving as cuddling can be sometimes, it just isn’t that comfortable. It depends on your body types, where you’re sitting, and more. Grab a pillow, lay it in your lap, and ask if your partner wants to put their head down.

#10 Make it snack time. Snacks and cuddles are not mutually exclusive. Grab a bowl of popcorn or even some ice cream. If you’re sharing and you’re holding it, you have to be pretty cozy for your partner to get to it. [Read: How to sweet talk a girl and make her melt into you]

#11 Pets make it easy. If you are lucky enough to have a cuddly cat or dog, have them join the cuddle session. Pets make everyone eager to cuddle. So, if you’re nervous about cuddling, just have your pet do the heavy lifting.

#12 Just go for it. Worrying too much about how to cuddle someone can drive you nuts. If you are too concerned about how you smell, if you’re sweating, or if you seem awkward, you’ll make it worse by waiting so long to go in for it.

Just take a deep breath and put your arm around your cuddle partner, pull them into your chest, or even hold their hand. If they want to cuddle even more, your partner will make it known.

[Read: The best cuddling positions that’ll make you a much better cuddler]

Learning how to cuddle someone is all about trial and error and what works for your individual comfort. There is no right or wrong way to cuddle someone as long as you are both enjoying it.

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coffeecupsandquiet · 4 years

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ISOLOPHILIA

“If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.” ― Jean-Paul Sartre

Basic Information

Full name: Jordan Rojas

Pronunciation: JOR-DAN RO-HAAS

Nickname(s): dont even think about it

Birthdate: January 12

Age: 23

Zodiac: Capricorn

Gender: Cis-male

Pronouns: he/him

Romantic orientation: homoromantic

Sexual orientation: he is what the kids call, morosexual….. Jk homosexual

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: mixed (hesitate to comment beyond Italian due to my inability to track down definitive sources of Rob Raco’s ethnicity)

Current location: miami baBY

Living conditions: immaculate and modernly simplistic. A clean house is a calm house.

Background

Birthplace: unknown

Hometown: Chicago

Social Class: upper middle? I think?

Educational achievements: nothing formal, but he does consume books at an unhealthy rate

Father: unknown

Mother: unknown

Sibling(s): unknown

Birth order: unknown

Pets: ABSOLUTELY YES OF COURSE! He has five sweet honeys, one queen named Melon, and four beautiful kittens, Cantaloupe, Sugar, Honeydew, and Galia. Fun fact, but all of the kittens names are names of melons.

Previous relationships: non existent….. lol

Arrests: ….uhhhhhhh, absolutely not

Prison time: ^^^^^^^

Occupation & Income

Current occupation: he do be a thief for a crime organization tho

Dream occupation: a librarian… or maybe an archivist for a famous museum…. yeah

Past job(s): being a full time SQUARE

Spending habits: hm, careful with his money, but will spend extra to make sure what he is wearing/doing/seeing is up to his standards

In debt?: this is MY fantasy and in it, i have NO DEBT so NO

Most valuable possession: his babies… but followed up by his gold leafed edition of the Grimme Fairytales.

Skills & Abilities

Physical strength: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Note: pre-determined that he lifts to carry the homies

Speed: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Note: do you really think you’d catch him running in gucci shoes? no

Intelligence: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Note: jordan says ‘fuck the school system!’ and then read books forever

Accuracy: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Note: jordan is very good with powers, but uh, i don’t know if he’s good with a gun. I imagine he’d flinch at the recoil

Agility: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Note: he’s a bit of a snake, but erm, not enough to be considered wily i think

Stamina: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Note: he goes to the gym, but not for endurance so-

Teamwork: hell no. total lone wolf, which is why it's a miracle he gets along with Len

Talents/hobbies: reading, obviously, but he also dabbles in piano and writing I think. Lets make fun of Jordan for writing bad poetry!!!!! Im going to throw that nerds books in the fountin

Shortcomings: stubborn as hell and also extremely stuck up. Partially because he is naturally untrusting but also partially because hes kind of a dick.

Languages spoken: English and conversational Spanish

Drive?: hell no, hes gay

Jump-start a car?: hell no, hes gay

Change a flat tyre?: hell no, hes gay

Ride a bicycle?: yes, but the last time he did he was like 8 or something so

Swim?: yes! He actually likes it I think, but usually only if he’s alone.

Play an instrument?: Piano!

Play chess?: Obviously. Not seriously or anything, but he can play.

Braid hair?: Yes! He plays with his own hair when he’s bored.

Tie a tie?: oh my god yes of COURSE he does. If he didn’t he would have to bully himself.

Pick a lock?: he’d be a pretty shit thief if he couldn’t

Cook?: yes! Nothing quite like knowing what to cook with his nice white wine

Physical Appearance & Characteristics

Faceclaim: Rob Raco

Eye colour: blue

Hair colour: black

Hair type/style/length: shoulder length and wavy

Glasses/contacts?: contacts

Dominant hand: left

Height: 5’9”

Weight: i don’t want to answer this because i don’t know

Build: slender and lightly defined

Exercise habits: i feel so embarrassed admitting that jordan do be lifting three times a week

Skin tone: i….. Golden? idk

Tattoos: contrary to his many gifs, he doesn’t have any i don’t think

Piercings: his ears are definitely pierced though

Marks/scars: some scars from some “playful” rough housing. Nothing too extreme, just a nick on his left calf and a hidden one in his right eyebrow.

Clothing style: clean cut. He prefers dress shirts and slacks for most occasions, and is rarely seen dressed down further than a short sleeve button up. Putting on his clothes is like putting up a front. Just a reminder to hold everyone at a distance.

Jewellery: he does have a watch and earrings and perhaps a couple of necklaces

Allergies: none

Diet: vegetarian i have just decided right here right now

Physical ailments: none

Psychology

I did a test with Jordan in mind for each of these fuckers.

MBTI type: INTJ-A: Bookish and reclusive are two words to describe this type, and that lines up pretty well with Jordan’s personality as well. They value themselves more so than the relationships they make, and pride themselves on getting things done.

Enneagram type: Type 6: the Loyal Skeptic. Taken from the website “The committed, security-oriented type. Sixes are reliable, hard-working, responsible, and trustworthy. Excellent "troubleshooters," they foresee problems and foster cooperation, but can also become defensive, evasive, and anxious—running on stress while complaining about it”

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral- Driven by their own purposes, willing to do anything to secure themselves. They aren’t inherently evil, but are only usually only good when it serves their purposes.

Temperament: Take from the website: Phlegmatic - The phlegmatic temperament is fundamentally relaxed and quiet, ranging from warmly attentive to lazily sluggish. Phlegmatics tend to be content with themselves and are kind. They are accepting and affectionate. They may be receptive and shy and often prefer stability to uncertainty and change. They are consistent, relaxed, calm, rational, curious, and observant, qualities that make them good administrators. They can also be passive-aggressive.

Element: Earth

Emotional stability: At the moment in our time line, horrid. Non existent. He is just a giant ball of feelings and he HATES IT because usually he is very put together.

Introvert or Extrovert? Incredibly introverted, if it wasn’t already obvious.

Obsession(s): Books! Clearly. But also his cats as well as fashion and cleanliness and coffee!!!!!

Compulsion(s): Making sure all of his mugs are facing the same direction in the cabinet.

Phobia(s): Claustrophobia

Addiction(s): none

Drug use: Remember the Jordan is a pot head meme. Yeah. That

Alcohol use: usually just a glass or two of wine. Nothing to big. Usually.

Prone to violence?: Heavens no! For all of his lifting, if someone threw a punch at him he’d probably run away.

Prone to crying?: Not in front of people, but he can be a weepy drunk depending on the time nad place

Believe in love at first sight?: Although he is a realist, he has a very very romantic and soft heart, so this one is a yes, although he would never admit it.

Mannerisms

Accent: American

Speech quirks: talks like he’s a bored victorian scholar

Hobbies: reading, writing, playing piano, playing with cats, making coffee.

Habits: sleeping with a light on

Nervous ticks: he touches his hair when he’s nervous or thinking

Drives/motivations: his biggest motivation is staying alive and safe from the government. He knows his power could be used to hurt everyone, not just him, and that is important because there is safety in numbers. Also, he knows that there are mutants who will help him just because he is one of them.

Fears: being taken and tested on or used against other mutants. There is litcherally no fear greater than that for him

Sense of humour?: dry and sardonic. Usually takes amusement in knowing more than you

Do they curse often?: Heavens no! If they are cursing, they are either drunk, scared, surprised, or PISSED OFF. or all of them together LMAO

Favorites

Animal: cat for obvious reasons

Beverage: a classic latte, for obvious reasons

Book: The Door into Summer by Robert A. Heinlein

Colour: Mahogany

Food: Yogurt and berries

Flower: traditional roses, because he is a romantic

Gem: Mahogany Obsidian

Mode of transportation: Foot or bus

Scent: Lily and lets be real, good kush

Sport: he’s gay…...

Weather: sunny rainshower

Vacation destination: into his own bed and then no one bothers him

Attitudes

Greatest dream: to not feel hunted no matter where he goes. He also wants to settle down with someone whom he loves and who loves him, because romance is something he has always fantasized about

Greatest fear: dying before he’s ready, but worse so, being captured and used against his will

Most at ease when: he’s snuggling up with his cats with a nice book

Least as ease when: he is in a high stress situation with no familiar faces.

Worst possible thing that could happen: being captured and used

Biggest achievement: Securing his place in the Kings and consequently out of the police as soon as he possibly could once he turned 18.

Biggest regret: Never resisting the orders of those in his foster home.

#mrtask #(tw. weed)#(tw. alcohol)#(tw. kidnapping)#this is just ramblings #it doesn't feel like an official post but #also i didn't have a cool header

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sooothisisawkward · 4 years

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So I have absolutely nothing to do since I graduated from highschool, and thus I made a list of pets I know/knew and how they would be as humans:

Fae

(My dog)

Best resting bitch face. Bad with children except the quiet ones. Long coats. Takes a lot of time to open up towards other people. Fucked up sleeping schedule. Eye for detail. Wine aunt. A look tells more then a 1000 words. Does yoga to relax, but laughs at others when they say they do yoga. Needs attention but doesn’t like to admit it. Would be able to kill someone. Walks effortlessly in 6 inch heels. Laughs when someone dies on television. Strong lesbian vibes. Eats three chocolate bars without gaining weight.

Sebastian du Perón

(Which is his official name??? But we just call him Bas. He was our cat)

Thick Russian accent. Mysterious. Will get his way no matter what. Grumpy old grandpa vibes but in the best way. Snores in his sleep. Will listen to your rants. Do not push his boundaries. Will judge you for listening to country music. Former mob boss. Enjoys the small things in life (like fancy foods). Calls you “kid”. Loves classical music and ballet.

Jasper

(Our grandparents dog)

Gives the best smiles. Terrible diet. Everyone’s best friend (even Fae kinda likes him). Will flirt with anything that has a heartbeat. Clumsy. Probably got targeted during tag because he was slow and big. Free hugs! Picks up pretty shells during beachwalks. Very good with kids. Loves all the seasons of the year equally. Really bad eyesight but refuses to wear glasses. Listens to 90’s music

Pepper

(Our neighbors dog)

Wild child. Wouldn’t be able to drive for shit. ADHD. Everyone loves their curly hair. Does not get the concept of personal space. Gel pens. Has a hundred pairs of funny/patterned socks. “Do it for the vine”. Really good at swimming. Just wants to be loved. Will accidentally hit your head with their wild hand gestures. Gen Z. Probably watches Voltron.

Puck

(Our other neighbors dog)

Lives to confuse others. Can play the piano. Will fight you over the last piece of pizza. Dyes her hair in pastel colors. So smoll. Only shows who she really is when she’s with close friends. Enjoys piggyback rides. Talkes too hard without realizing it. Ready to fight the system. A walking meme. Surprisingly introverted. Sometimes too curious for her own good.

Lyka

(Our old neighbors dog)

Can fall asleep anywhere. Can lift you up with one arm. Always has liquorice with him. Can’t lie. Never goes anywhere without his toolbelt. Secret smoker. Needs a fresh change of clothes. Big heart. Can fix anything. You can always drop in for a good cup of coffee. Dog person.

#i have no life #no idea what im doing #i never thought i would bore this quickly #but here i am #pets as people #??? idk #this is random

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butididntpourthewhiskeys · 5 years

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L O V E B O U N D

“Familybound - Part II”

Guys, a BIG thanks goes to @absent-minded-swiftie for sending me this old piece that I’ve written once. I hope you enjoy reading it xx Happy Thursday

“You do realize though that this view is insane right? There’s literally no place affordable in this town with such a view, I swear.“ Cara mumbles amazed while standing in front of the big window fronts in Taylor’s living room. “Don’t be distracted by the fact that she acts like a normal person. This place is still not affordable at all.“ Joe mumbles from the wooden table at the end of the big room while looking into his laptop. Taylor, who still comfortably sits on the couch behind Cara, just rolls her eyes at her boyfriend. He thinks he’s so clever and funny with his little snarky remarks today. Cara slowly trots back to the couch and smiles at Taylor before sitting down next to her again. Taylor now looks out of the window again and sighs. It’s grey and cold outside. It’s that kind of weather that is not cold enough for snow but too cold to enjoy being outside at all. Plus the rain.

God, this really is England.

Cara just places her hand over Taylor’s, has clearly noticed how lost she has been in her own thoughts. “But I’m serious, Tay. He’s right. You’re gonna be fine.“, Cara tells her friend, sips on her cup of tea once more before placing the big grey mug on the wooden coffee table again. She then looks at Taylor who just nods silently, still not really believing what her friend tells her. The two girls were casually hanging out in Taylor’s living room, two cats wandering across the room and her favorite chill- out playlist filling the room with comfortable songs that are making this grey and cold day at least a bit more cozy and warm. Taylor, who has changed her posture with a sigh, just looks from Cara to her boyfriend who winks at Cara in response after overhearing the girls’ conversation. “Can you imagine the level of chaos in his life If someone sees me? I mean, I’m all in for going to the movies but..“

“Babe. We’re sitting in a darkened room with people who are focused on a massive screen in front of them.“ Joe interrupts her with a sigh, sounding a bit tired, while answering a couple of emails. He knows her well and he knows that she has the tendency to work herself up into situations that most of the time turn out to not be difficult at all. Cara just looks at Taylor and laughs quietly while stirring the spoon in her tea. “Your gentleman of a boyfriend is taking you to one of the shabbiest cinemas in town. The chance of being all alone in there anyway because nobody in this town wants to go there is outstandingly high, Taylor.“ the model mumbles amused before placing her empty cup of tea right in front of her again. Joe clears his throat with a reproachful undertone. Taylor looks from Cara to Joe and back at Cara and smiles confused. “You British people with all your inside jokes..“ she mumbles, clearly not amused that Joe and Cara both seem to have gotten the joke, but she didn’t.

“I’m taking you to Vue Cinema, which is.. not the most elegant choice of cinemas in town but there’re literally no people there most of the time, so..“ “But that sounds good.“ Taylor answers him enthusiastic, looks back at Cara who slowly pets Meredith next to her, clearly amused about the situation. “Yeah, I mean. It’s just really hilarious to think that he would probably never take any girlfriend to this shabby place but because he’s dating Taylor Swift he thought to himself ‘mhm, what is the most disgusting place in town? Oh right, that’s where I’m taking her to for date night‘“ Cara mimics and Taylor throws her head back laughing. It’s funny to think of the situation that way. Joe just sighs, clearly amused as well, but shakes his head dramatically.

“You’re an awful person, Cara Delevigne.“ Joe mumbles, still focused on his MacBook, desperately searching for the original copy of a script that his manager had just sent him yesterday. “I love you too, guys. But I’m gonna head home now.“ she casually answers, slowly let’s go off the cat that was just getting comfortable on the cushion right next to her. Taylor nods, fixes a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re still more than welcome to join us tonight. Even though the choice of movie theatre might not meet your standards.“ Taylor jokes and Cara pulls her into a soft hug. “Thanks but I’m actually going onto a date tonight, so..“ Even Joe, who was casually sitting on one of the leather chairs with his grey pants and a white shirt now looks up from his laptop screen and widens his eyes, clearly impressed. Taylor looks at Cara just as surprised as her boyfriend and immediately reaches out to hold onto Cara’s arm. “What? And you’re telling me this now? Who? How? Details please?“ she says, clearly excited. Even Joe now fully turns around in his chair, grabs his cup of tea that has almost become cold by now and takes a sip.

“Spill the beans, honey.“ he jokes in an American accent, has lifted up his voice to sound like Taylor. Cara just rolls her eyes at Joe laughing while Taylor casually ignores him, way too focused on Cara in front of her. “It’s nothing special. I just met this girl in Miami last week and she’s in town, so we’re having a couple of drinks. Nothing more.“ she says and Taylor nods. “Okay, but tell me how it went, okay?“ she states and Cara casually nods before getting up. She walks past Joe and gives him a high five before saying goodbye.

He can still hear low noises of the girls in the hallway, way too focused on the email he’s about to send to his management team. A couple of minutes later, Joe still finds himself sitting on the exact same table, head in his hands, clearly overwhelmed by the amount of work that lies ahead of him in the next months. The digital calendar on his laptop is marked in so many different colors, all of them standing for the amount of flights, meetings, auditions and shootings he’ll have before Christmas. His stare drifts off to the big window at the end of the room. It’s slowly getting dark outside and the city lights of London are far away, almost blurry. The smell of Taylor’s candles has now finally filled the room entirely.

And he loves it. It smells like her.

Just when Joe was about to reply to another email of his manager about a fitting with some costume designer of the movie he’s currently starring in, he feels two hands slowly wrapping themselves around his torso. One over his shoulder, one around his chest and a warm face that is slowly being pressed into the side of his neck. He feels a soft kiss being pressed onto his skin and he immediately smiles silently. “Hey.“ he mumbles quietly and feels her slowly letting go off him. He automatically pulls his chair back and gives her access to fully sit down on his lap, sideways, and with both hands wrapped around his neck. “Hey.“ she smiles, still make up free and her hair in a little curly ponytail, right in her neck. She comes closer to him and kisses him softly, knows that she probably acts like a little child. Not kissing him for two hours while Cara came by was definitely too long for her taste. Joe smiles, both arms wrapped around her waist now. His work can suddenly wait. She’s the worst distraction he has ever known. “So when do you have to leave tomorrow?“ she asks quietly, looks at his face with a hint of sadness in her eyes. She hates the fact that he’ll be gone for two days. She hates it. And she knows how childish it is to create such a drama for herself, just because he’ll be gone for 48 hours. It’s childish. She’s well aware that there will come times when they’ll be separated for even more than 48 hours. It’s childish and immature yet she can’t help it. She’s addicted to him. To him and his beautiful character. His beautiful smile.

“I think I’ll get picked up at around 10am. So.. sleeping in. At least.“ he mumbles into her side, lets his head rest on her shoulder for a few seconds before pressing a kiss onto it, right over the burgundy shirt she’s wearing. Taylor automatically places her hand on his scalp, scratches him gently. She knows how much he loves that. “Yeah, sounds good.“ she yawns, still tired from this early morning, just as much as him. Joe then slowly looks up again, gently smiling at her. She looks cute when she’s tired. “What do you want to eat before leaving?“ he asks her, feels a bit hungry by now. Taylor’s eyes wander outside again. She’s clearly uninspired when it comes to her food cravings tonight.

“How about I get us something from that kebab shop we went to? The one where..“ “Oh my god, yes!“ she answers euphorically, realized just now that that was exactly what she was craving. He laughs at her sudden excitement and leans in for another kiss. “Let me put on some clothes and I’ll be back in twenty.“ he says and Taylor lets him get up, moves on his lap herself.

It takes even less than twenty minutes for him to come back from the cold. It’s fully dark outside now. Taylor and Joe both get comfortable on the antique wooden table in the spacious living room, both talk about their plans for the next weeks, discuss appropriate birthday presents for his Dad and laugh about a meme she has found on Tumblr. After having everything cleaned up afterwards, Taylor disappears upstairs to get ready for the movie theatre with him. Joe, who was texting a friend, looks up surprised as his girlfriend walks down the stairs. He can’t help but let out a few breaths of amusement. She wears a hazelnut brown wig that almost looks like as If she’s a redhead. Her grey shirt and her blue Jeans support this casual look. He gets up and examines her slowly. Taylor blushes. She feels ridiculous as always whenever she tries to pull off a disguise, being well aware that she most likely looks like she forgot that Halloween is already over.

“Say hello to your girlfriend Shelby.“ she then smirks at him, tries to not let him notice how uncomfortable she really is, standing there in front of him with this ridiculous wig. Joe can’t help but bite his lip though. It’s incredibly sexy to even think about her switching personalities and watch her wink at him in this red wig. He laughs, slowly touches the fake hair. “Hi, Shelby.“ he just mumbles with a smirk on his face. Taylor laughs at his facial expression. He really seems to like that look on her.

“I’ve never dated a girl with red hair.“ He admits and Taylor laughs. “Well, you see. You get to be with so many girls when you’re with me.“ She answers casually and he smirks.

“Ready?“ He asks and Taylor nods, right before grabbing her coat that is hanging loosely over the sofa. Joe and her slowly leave the house and talk to Brandon on the way to the cinema, joking about her wig and how she’s “Shelby Swoft” tonight, a British girl with a fake American accent. Before leaving the car, she has to ensure Brandon once more that she’ll be fine and that he can wait in the car outside. Joe and her quickly get out. A cold wind strikes her face and she shivers immediately. The movie has started already and therefore, it’s almost empty in the little hallway. Joe steps up to buy the tickets for them and Taylor just pulls out her phone. She’s still anxious whenever she finds herself in normal situations like these with him. She still has these little moments where she feels like an idiot, unable to remember that her disguise has worked multiple times before and unable to calm down. She takes a deep breath, answers to a text message from Martha, just to distract herself a bit. She then feels Joe’s arm on her back again and starts to walk to one of the auditoriums with him. He quickly grabs her hand again and smiles at her.

“Everything alright, Shelby?“ he whispers and Taylor responds with a nod. “Shelby’s cold but good.“ He kisses her cold hands one time with a smile on his face. It’s a reassuring smile. Because he knows that she’s nervous and he gets it. But at the same time, he’s just so proud that he can make her do these things. It makes him proud to think that life couldn’t be more complicated for her, yet everything becomes normal with him in it. Because that’s all he wants to be. A part of her life. A part of her happiness.

When they enter the darkened room, the commercials on the screen are slowly coming to an end. They sit down right at the side of the seating area. Taylor holds her breath. She looks around. There’re only a few people in the cinema, probably even less than ten. None of them have even looked up when they entered the room. It worked. It really worked. After quietly pulling off her coat, Taylor immediately reaches for Joe’s arm. He gladly pulls his arm around her and Taylor buries herself in his chest. She’s happy about tonight. It was one of his great ideas. And it worked. She couldn’t be happier.

“Thanks.“ she whispers and Joe looks down at her in confusion. The movie slowly starts but Joe looks down at his girlfriend, who’s cuddling herself now even more into his chest. “For what?“ He asks and she slowly comes up to kiss his cheek softly. “For making me to do these things.“ He smiles, slowly sinks his head to kiss hers. Feeling the wig under his lips is not the same. “Can I just say..“ he whispers and Taylor looks up at him. “Shelby is great but Taylor’s my favorite.“ She can’t help but laugh quietly. He smirks. “Lucky you, cause that’s the one you’ll be getting tonight. Shelby may do movie theaters but Taylor does a lot more other things..“ she teases, biting her lip. Joe smirks back at her, asks himself how this woman can go from angel to devil in less than ten seconds. He responds a quiet “sounds good.“ And kisses her again before finally settling down to watch the movie. Taylor in his arm and her head on his chest. That’s how it should always be, in his opinion.

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A phone rings, at the end of the room. Taylor who’s still deep asleep doesn’t move, doesn’t realize that the ringing sound in fact is a thing and not just part of her dream. Joe on the contrary, realizes quickly that the disturbing sound is his iPhone that was plugged in at the other side of the room. He groans, already mad at whoever of his mates calls him in the middle of the night, probably drunk as fuck. He slowly lets go of his girlfriend who is still asleep in front of him. Joe quietly gets up. In just his boxers, he wanders across the room. He’s clearly confused when the caller ID shows an unknown number. Taylor suddenly stirs, confused about the fact that she can hear Joe’s low voice at the end of the room, realizes just now that he has left the bed. She sleepily scratches her head, then sits up a bit. It’s still dark in the room. Taylor turns her head.

02.21 am. Who on earth is calling him in the middle of the night?

Being certain that Joe will tell his drunk friends to stop calling him at this hour of the night, Taylor falls back into the pillow, closes her eyes once more. She then realizes that Joe sounds different, doesn’t talk the way he usually would talk to his lads.

In just that moment, Taylor feels unusually awake.

She sits up, holds the blanket onto her chest and sees him standing there. His hair still messed up from sleeping, his hand on his forehead. He looks shocked. Taylor swallows, immediately crawls out of bed and turns on the small night lamp. She slowly grabs his shirt that’s laying on the floor next to her side. Taylor slept in nothing but her panties after making love to him right before they went to bed last night. She slips the big white t- shirt over her naked body and walks up to him. He notices her now, seems way too distracted to look at her though. She quickly grants him a worried look and places her head next to the phone to understand what the other person is telling him while Joe just casually answers with “Yes, alright.“ and “Where are they now“. Taylor feels goosebumps on her skin. She suddenly has this horrible assumption that something might has happened to his parents. Or his brother? She feels her heart beating faster as he suddenly mumbles a “Can you give me the address, please?“. She quickly lets go off his arm where she was holding onto and watches Joe wander downstairs to desperately find something to write on. She follows him slowly, eager to know who’s calling him. As she finds Joe in the kitchen downstairs with a pen and an old receipt from Tesco, she remains right next to him. She can sense that he is agitated, remains as polite as always yet shakes his head in disbelieve every few seconds. Taylor then looks at the receipt. He has written down an address. Winchester. Isn’t that where Patrick went for his class trip? She swallows.

Patrick.

Taylor then looks at her boyfriend again, who just ended the call, aggressively throws his phone onto the counter right in front of him. “Who..“

“I can’t believe how stupid someone can possibly be..“ he shakes his head, clearly emphasized his ‘stupid‘ which just shows that he really is upset. Standing almost naked right next to him, Taylor just places her hand on his shoulder. “What happened?“ she asks again, can’t believe that he makes her wait since minutes to let her know what this phone call was about. “My parents aren’t in town so I.. I have to fucking pick up Patrick. They found weed and cocaine at the boys room and.. apparently Patrick is the only one who admitted that it’s his, so..“

“What?“ she caws again, fells like she misheard what he just said. She just looks at him and Joe is pale. She has never seen him like this. Obviously. The words “Patrick“ and “Weed“ and “Cocaine“ in one sentence do not make any sense to her. Not at all.

“Are you sure that it’s his? I mean..��

“Of course.“ he hisses, anger in his voice. He then, suddenly, realizes how his tone has changed while talking to her and then immediately looks at her, for the first time tonight. “God, I’m so sorry. I’m..“

“No, baby. It’s fine.“ Taylor assures him, can clearly see in the way he stands there that he feels like losing his mind. The thought that his little fourteen year old brother has slipped into things like cocaine clearly is a shock.

“We’ll just.. put on some clothes and pick him up and talk to him. Okay? I’m sure..“

“You don’t have to come with me.“ he says and looks at her, but she just lets out an ironic laugh. There’s no way she’ll let him drive over there alone. “Of course I will. Let’s just put on some clothes and..“

“It’s almost two hours away.“ Joe says, feels bad for Taylor already. She was so tired last night and the fact that she now has to drive four hours in a car with him just pick up his irritated teenage brother is making him feel bad. He loves how supportive she is, but this is something serious. This is something about his brother that she shouldn’t have to deal with. But the blonde girl in front of him just smiles calmly, places her hand on his cheek and leans up to kiss his lips sloppily. “It’s really fine. Really. C’mon.“ she says and rushes upstairs with him.

As soon as they enter her bedroom again, Joe pulls on a pair of jeans and a sweater. He doesn’t feel able to think straight right now, doesn’t know what to tell her. Is he disappointed? Yes. Angry? Hell yes. But most of all he’s worried. Worried about the youngest one in his family. Taylor does just the same. She silently puts on a pair of jeans as well as a grey sweater and grabs a burgundy colored beanie out of her closet. She puts it on, then shares a look at him. As crazy as this situation is, they both can’t help but laugh for a second. They’re matching clothes. Again.

“Do you want me to ask Brandon, or..“

“If It’s okay for you I would rather take my car because I offered them to drop off some other boys at their parent’s houses as well and.. I don’t know. It’s not going to be a convo I want to have in front of..” “No, It’s fine. I get it. I’ll ask him to stay behind us. Okay?“

“You really don’t have to come with me. I’ll be fine. Just go back to sleep and..“

“Shut up, Joseph.“ she shoots back, not even listening to whatever he’s going to tell her next, just grabs her phone that was on the night table next to the bed. He can’t help but feel an enormous amount of thankfulness while watching her storm off into the bathroom, brushing her teeth within a matter of seconds. It’s overwhelming to feel her support. To know that she’d drop everything just to take a drive with him, to the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, to deal with his immature brother.

Taylor leans her head against the cold car window. She yawns quietly, her eyes focusing on the empty and dark road. Nobody is on the street. Only the headlights lighting up the road.

It’s quiet. No surprise.

This drive is definitely not one of the fun road trips they usually take through the English country side with music blasting loudly through the car. She slowly turns her head, looks at her boyfriend who’s driving. He’s silent, his face laced with a scowl. She has never seen him so angry and terrified at the same time. And she gets it. She absolutely gets it. Getting to know Patrick, Taylor knew from the very first moment on that he’s a good kid. That Patrick is insecure which is normal at that age but that he has his heart in the right place, just like Joe does. She can’t really believe that Patrick would consume something as dangerous as cocaine. Weed on the other hand is something that most boys have consumed before, even though it’s illegal. Her brother might have as well. But being fourteen definitely is too early. Way too early.

“Are you still cold? Should I gear up the heater?“ he suddenly breaks the silence, still focused on the road. Taylor just moves in her seat, slowly puts her hands on her beanie, fixing it. “No, I’m good. Do you wanna talk about it?“ she asks carefully. Joe swallows, then sighs. His right elbow casually placed on the car window while keeping his hands on the steering wheel. “I’m just.. confused.“ he says slowly. Taylor immediately reaches for his hand that was casually placed in his lap while driving just with one hand. She intertwines their hands and strokes the back of his hand slowly. She loves that about him. She loves the fact that he just simply opens up. There’re no mind games with Joe. There’s never silence or difficulties when it comes to him. He grants her clarity and openness in moments in which there had always been confusion with her Exes.

“Of course you are.“ she answers quietly, leaves him some space to clear his head. “I mean.. I’ve done weed. At.. sixteen, I think. And I’ve done stupid things like.. going drunk to school or bringing alcohol to my grandma’s funeral, but..“

“What?“ she suddenly interrupts him with a horrified but amused look. Even he has to smile lightly at her shock. She sometimes can’t believe the hilarious stories he tells her about his teenager years.

“But the thing is.. Patrick, he.. he knew exactly that some teachers have their eyes on him because he did stupid things last year, like.. skipping classes and cheating on tests and.. he’s literally on the edge of failing some classes anyway this year. So.. I just don’t get why he’d do this? My mum is going to.. she’s going to be so worried about him. I mean.. cocaine? Is he mental? Where the fuck does he even get this stuff at fourteen? What kind of a person would sell this to a child?“ he rants and Taylor tightens the grip around his hand. She feels how he suddenly becomes more and more emotional, clearly affected by his worries.

“Hey, Joe. Calm down.“ she says calmly, just quiet enough to make him take a deep breath. She has never seen him like this. Never before. He doesn’t even move his hand that is in hers, clearly glad that she’s there with him.

“First of all, we don’t know Patrick’s side of the story yet. We don’t know If it really was his or if he was just covering for some of his friends. So the first thing you should do is talk to him and let him tell you his side of the story before jumping to any conclusions. I know you’re worried but he deserves a chance to explain himself first and..“

“He deserves to get his ass kicked. That’s what he deserves.“ Joe just mumbles grumpily. Taylor sighs, looks at him and rolls her eyes. “Baby.“ she warns him.

“He’s gonna get expelled. The school’s gonna report him to the police. Do you know that he won’t find a college that accepts him If he has a drug report?“ Joe rants. Taylor stays quiet. He’s right. With everything he says. And telling him to calm down would be more than wrong. The situation is bad and she’s well aware of that.

“If that is the case, we’ll find a specialized lawyer. He’s fourteen. This is not the end of the..“

“What if he’s really into this shit? I mean.. what if he’s an addict? And that’s the reason why his grades sunk and..“

“Baby, stop.“ Taylor finally interrupts him. He seems to lose his mind slowly. She looks at him and he just sighs. She feels how he tightens the grip on his hand, squeezes her hand one time.

He needs her. He really needs her a lot right now.

“Whatever it is.. there will be a solution. He’s a smart and good kid and whatever the reason for this may be.. it’s just a mistake. Young people do stupid things and..“

“I’m so sorry that I’m dragging you into this.“ he slowly interrupts her. His hand still in hers, his tired eyes on the road ahead. She just shakes her head. She seems off. Joe looks at her quickly, but she looks away, out of the window into the darkness. They’re still the only ones on the road. The sound of the engine the only noise in the middle of the night.

“Did I say something wrong?“ he murmurs under his breath, not sure If he’s getting her wrong.

“Yes.“ she answers him, a lot more reserved than he would’ve wished. Yet her hand is in his. And she’s not letting go. Not at all.

“You think that me going with you to pick up your little brother means you’re dragging me into something?“ she asks him with an angry undertone. He doesn’t know what to answer her and he doesn’t have to because she simply continues talking. “It’s just.. you always include me in so many things when it comes to your family and I’m always so thrilled and thankful and then you say something like this. As if I.. as if I shouldn’t be included or..“

“Baby, you got this totally wrong.“ he immediately answers her, “I want you to be included no matter what. It’s just.. this is not one of these fun and.. and joyful family moments and I don’t want to scare you away or think worse of my brother or..“

“I would never, Joe. Never. I love them and I love you.“ she interrupts him with a shaky voice. She’s emotional. Joe turns his head and sees the look on her face. She doesn’t cry but she really needs him to know. Joe immediately raises his hand that was holding hers. He leads their intertwined hands to his mouth and kisses the back of her hand at least five times.

“I’m an idiot. I’m an asshole, tonight. I just.. I feel like going crazy. I’m so sorry that I made you feel as If you shouldn’t be included in this or.. as If you wouldn’t love me or my family as much as you do. I’m just sorry. About this drama and the fact that you didn’t get enough sleep because of my crazy family again. Love you, that’s all.“ he casually says and she smiles tiredly at him. Her hand still receiving some sluggish kisses while he’s focused on the road. It’s still pretty dark in the car and just the little lights from the dashboard of the car light up his face.

He’s so beautiful. She will never have enough of this. Of him. Of the way they can just talk about every argument and solve it with their open communication. No mind games. Just two people working it out. “You’re not an asshole. But I love you, too.“ she says quietly, almost a whisper. He looks at her one time again and smiles slightly. Taylor places her hand on his hair, scratches the back of his head a few minutes. She then leans in and kisses his cheek softly. Just when she sat back again in the seat that is now warm because of the heating system in the car, Taylor notices that he takes the next exit off the road.

“What are you doing?“ she asks, followed by a big yawn. “Refueling. Why don’t you sleep a little?“ Taylor shakes her head.

“No, I’ll try to stay awake now. If not I’ll feel even worse as soon as we get there..“ Joe stops the car as soon as they’ve reached the gas stop. The yellow petrol station light illuminating the car. She can now fully look at him again. His eyes are puffy. He’s so worried, she can sense that.

“Are you okay staying here, or..“

“Brandon’s right behind, I’m good.“ she smiles at him, tries to make him feel her support. He has been the sun on her darkest days for over a year now. He has pulled himself back to make her feel better, to support her so many times. Now it’s her turn. Now she can finally try and give back and be there for him. Now she gets to be the sunshine for him.

“Okay. I’ll be back in a minute.“ he says and leaves the car. Taylor watches him filling up the tank in the rearview mirror. He then turns around to Brandon, signals him that everything’s fine. Taylor yawns again. She then takes her phone and checks her mails. It’s only 9.30pm in Nashville right now, and her mom has sent her a video of Kitty playing with some of Olivia’s toys. She smiles. If only they knew in how much trouble Joe’s brother is at this moment.

The car door then suddenly opens and Joe sits down next to her again. This time a warm cup of coffee and a candy bar in his hand. “There you go, this is for you.“ he says and gives both to his girlfriend. Taylor, who’s still in her favorite sweater and her beanie hat, just smiles. “Oh, thanks babe. You never forget to feed me.“ she smiles and takes a sip of the coffee. That’s exactly what she needed. “Can I have a hug in return?“ he mumbles, was just about to buckle up again. Taylor smiles warmly. She immediately places the hot cup in the holder next to her and the candy bar remains on her lap. She places her hand on his cheek and gives him a soft kiss. He smiles. She tastes like coffee and her favorite Burt’s Bees chapstick that she always uses each morning after getting up. She then wraps her hands around his upper back and head, presses her face sideways into his neck. Joe takes a deep breath. He’s so glad she’s here.

“He’s going to be fine. I know it.“ she whispers and holds him tightly. She won’t let go. Joe then slowly pulls back after a while. He smiles at her thankfully. “And you know that I’m always right, so..“ Joe quietly laughs at her smart remark. She’s right though. That, he has to admit. “Correct.“ He smiles while starting the car once more. “You know what I just thought?“ she smirks as he slowly drives onto the driveway again, both eyes focused on the empty street and Brandon right behind them. “What?“ “This is going to be a good story we can tell when he’s getting married one day. Like, oh Patrick please don’t forget that one time we drove two hours to get you in the middle of the night, you know.“

Joe smirks. She’s right. “And who mentions that part about the weed then?“

“We’ll decide that later on. As long as no one mentions my little walk of shame in front of his friends yesterday morning..“ she mumbles, while sipping on her coffee and looking out of the window. Joe laughs. “God, I almost forgot about that..“ he laughs and she punches him softly. “I really hope his friends from this morning aren’t the ones that we have to pick up as well..“ she whines and he laughs quietly. “I don’t think so, babe. These boys’ parents are apparently gone as well and they all have to be at the headmasters office tomorrow morning so.. I was asked by the teacher to get them as well.“ he says and sighs. He really is more than annoyed about this nightly trip. “Did they call your mom as well?“ She asks while looking out the window and into the sky. It’s still dark but the sky has turned into a lighter shade of dark blue. The sun’s still far away from rising yet it’s getting later.

“No, just me. Because they only have my number, so.. Do you think I should call her?“ He asks and looks at her. Taylor sighs, her free hand reaching for his. “Not yet. I think you should.. talk to Patrick first. And then call them later. Everything else will just freak them out even more.“ Taylor says and he nods. As so often, she’s right. A calm silence overcomes the two. Joe keeps on driving and Taylor sips on her coffee ever now and then. She then looks onto the road ahead, enjoys the moment. As weird as it sounds. But they’re alone. Absolutely alone. Nobody distracting him, nobody watching them.

“I know this probably sounds wrong but.. this is nice.“ she says then, looks at him. He frowns quickly, confused but waits for her to continue. “You and me and the fact that we’re doing this together.“ Joe looks at her for a second and all he sees as he looks back at the road is her warm smile. Now he’s the one reaching for her hand. “Yeah. And I’d like to do these things together with you for a very, very long time.“ “So you wanna pick up our kids after they were found with weed on a class trip, too?“ she jokes and he smirks silently.

“Patrick will do that. We’ll be on a holiday then, trust me.“ He says and makes her laugh a little before continuing to finish her coffee.

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“Baby?“ She hears his soft voice, suddenly opens her eyes. Her neck feels a bit stiff and the car isn’t moving anymore. She feels his hand on her face. The sun slowly begins to rise and it’s not as dark anymore as in the moment where her eyes closed. “Did I.. did I fall asleep?“ she mumbles, rubbing her eyes disoriented. “Yeah. We’re here. I don’t think you should come with me, maybe you can stay in the car? There’re a lot of teenagers in there and..“

“Mhm, yeah.“ she answers him and he quickly pulls in to give her a kiss. “I’ll be back in a minute.“

“Do you want me to drive home with Brandon so you can talk to him alone or..“

“I’d love if you were here, but you don’t have to..“

“I’ll be here. Now go in there and don’t punch anyone right away. Promise?“ she interrupts and grants him a last smile. He kisses her again, then slowly leaves the car.

“Promise.“

Taylor looks how he disappears from the parking lot. There’s nothing but huge bushes in front of her. She loosens the belt around her torso, turns around to get a better look of where they are. The hostel looks really nice, seems to be hidden in a little forest, far away from everything. The building though cannot be seen from the parking lot where he left the car. The only thing that can be seen though is the ambulance that has parked on the other side of the parking spot, right where the little road leads to the hostel. She swallows. What a crazy night. It takes exactly five minutes until she can hear footsteps on the gravel path. She turns her head and sees two familiar persons walking towards the car. One tall man with a deep frown on his face and one boy with his backpack that looks just as devastated as the other one. Taylor can’t help but smile. They look like twins.

The car opens and Joe sits down next to her. He’s tense. She feels it. Patrick seems to place his backpack in the trunk first. Taylor squeezes his hand quickly, doesn’t have to talk to communicate with him.

Are you okay?

Yes.

In just that moment Patrick enters the car, quietly sits down in the backseat. It’s still dark outside. None of the boys are saying a word.

“Hi Taylor.“ she hears a slow mumble from behind. She slowly turns around and looks at Patrick. He’s pale. He looks shocked. She swallows. “Hey.“ she says warmly, then turns around to face Joe again. His hands are glued to the steering wheel even though he didn’t start car yet.

“Where are the other boys?“ she asks and Joe answers.

“Getting their stuff.“ he answers quickly. Taylor nods. She shouldn’t say much more. This awkward moment is not really any of her business. She’s here to support Joe, but she shouldn’t start the awkward conversation that’s bound to happen.

“I’m not gonna ask this in front of the others so.. why did you do it?“ Joe asks. He looks angry. Disappointed. Taylor swallows, looks into the darkness of the bushes right in front of the car. It’s probably four in the morning. Way too early for such a conversation.

“Did what?“

“Do you think I’m stupid?“

“I didn’t.. take the cocaine. What did they tell you?“

“That they found weed and cocaine and that you admitted that it was yours.“

"I did but.. I didn’t take the cocaine. Really.“ Patrick says and Taylor freezes. She looks at Joe and he still seems tense. More tense than she’s ever seen him.

“Why do you have it then?“ Patrick doesn’t say anything. Joe turns his head.

“Speak up.“

Patrick still doesn’t answer.

“We drove two fucking hours to get your stupid ass and you don’t even feel the need to answer me? What a fucking ignorant..“

“Hey.“ Taylor interrupts him. He’s about to freak out and yelling won’t bring them any further. He looks at her one time and immediately feels how much she calms him with just one look into her eyes. He swallows. Then he looks back at Patrick. He still wants an answer.

“I can’t tell you. I.. I just didn’t take it. Trust me. I wouldn’t.“

“What about the weed?“

“We.. we just shared a..“

“Was it yours? Or did the others..“

“It was mine but we all brought some..“ Joe just shakes his head in disbelief. He can’t believe it. Nothing of what happened tonight. He looks outside the window.

“Are you even aware that this is illegal?“

“I am. I’m sorry.“ the young boy sighs, his voice still shaky.

“Why’s an ambulance here?“ Joe asks, then looks back to Taylor. She seems just as clueless as him, shrugs her shoulders silently.

“One girl drank too much and they had to call an ambulance.“ Joe looks back at Taylor and shakes his head again for the twentieth time tonight. He can’t believe how stupid these kids are. He simply can’t believe it. Taylor looks also shocked. She still remembers from her school days that sneaking beer into different school activities has always been a thing. But weed, cocaine and alcohol poisoning? This is an extent that was unimaginable during her school days.

“Where’d you get that stuff from?“ Joe then asks again, still sounding angry. Patrick doesn’t answer. Again.

“Did you buy it? Who sells cocaine to kids..“

“The cocaine isn’t mine, I just told.“

“Then what about the weed? Where did you get that from?“ Patrick becomes silent again. Taylor witnesses the tense atmosphere.

“There’s.. this guy at our school.“ Joe sighs. Taylor as well. Seems like Patrick isn’t the only one in that school who’s going to be in a lot of trouble.

“Who’s the owner of the cocaine if it’s not yours?“

“You don’t know them.“

“I want a name, Patrick.“

“I can’t tell you.“

“Say his fucking name.“

“I can’t.“

Taylor opens her mouth. The situation will escalate If they won’t change the subject as soon as possible. Taylor turns around, carefully faces Patrick.

“Did your friends bring some as well or are you the only one who got caught?“ she asks silently, seems much more calm then her boyfriend is at this moment. Joe instead just looks out of the window, doesn’t even face his brother anymore. But Taylor notices how pale Patrick is. His hands are shaking while he sits in the back of the car. She feels bad for him. Not because what he did wasn’t absolutely wrong, but because she knows that he’s a good boy and that he just made a huge mistake with this.

“No, we.. we all brought some.“ Taylor nods. At least it seems like he’s not the only one who did something stupid on that trip.

“Why’d you do it, Patrick? You.. you knew that some teachers would have their eyes on you. You’re gonna get expelled. There’s no way mum will find another school that has such a good reputation as this one. You’ll get reported. How.. stupid could you be.“ Joe mumbles and Patrick remains silent.

“I know and.. I’m so sorry. I just.. I’m so sorry.“ he mumbles out of breath. Taylor feels instantly bad for him. “That’s your problem now, not mine.“ Joe says, clearly more angry at him than Taylor is. She just looks at her boyfriend next to her. He acts inviolable again, which is just a mechanism to protect himself. He’s scared but he doesn’t want to show it. So scared that he reacts with anger. She knows him too well. This is his way of showing him that he cares.

“Did you cover someone by saying that the cocaine was yours?“ she asks the boy softly and turns around to face him once more. On one hand she knows that she should just sit back and shut up. On the other hand she wants to support Joe. He seems shocked and helpless, somehow.

“Answer her.“ Joe shoots at his brother.

“Yes.“ Patrick mumbles then whispering, looks down at his hands. Taylor shares a look with Joe. She knew it. “Who did you cover up?“ Taylor continues now. Her soft voice seems to make Patrick open up more than Joe’s more angry rants. Even Joe gets that now and remains silent to see how far Taylor can make Patrick open up. There’s still silence in the car. Just a few noises coming from the hostel that is on the other side of the bushes in front of them. Joe has turned on the car a few minutes ago, so that the heater is running again. He doesn’t want Taylor to get cold. The fact that she’s a part of this drama with less than two hours of sleep is bad enough.

“Chloe.“ he whispers, his voice shaky. He doesn’t look at Taylor nor Joe. Nobody says anything anymore. Taylor turns her head to Joe and they share a look. Of course. Your first love really does make you do the most stupid things in the world. And it’s safe to say that Taylor and Joe both made their own experiences with that. Just in that moment of silence, low steps along the gravel path can be heard. Two boys, who also seem pretty shocked and shaken up are walking towards the car. Taylor bites her lower lip. They must be super embarrassed that Patrick’s older brother is going to be the one who has to bring them home.

“We’ll talk about this later.“ Joe says quickly, right before the other boys open the car door. Taylor looks at him and smiles. It was nice of him to not let Patrick discuss the whole Chloe topic in front of his friends.

As the car door opens, two young boys who are probably fourteen or fifteen as well enter the car, and slowly sit down in the backseat of the car next to Patrick. The light inside of Joe’s car makes the boys’ faces more visible. They look just as shocked and rattled as Patrick does.

“Sorry about this, Mr. Alwyn.“ one of them mumbles, clearly aware of the fact that Joe had to drive about two hours just to pick them up. The other one starts to mumble a light “Sorry“ as well. Shaky voices are the only thing Taylor can observe from their mumbles. They seem way too nervous to properly speak up. Joe just sighs, starts the car slowly.

“I’m tired but not old. You can call me Joe.“ he answers and starts the car before rolling slowly across the parking lot. Taylor smirks at Joe, then turns around to face the kids one time and notices the suddenly even more shocked and confused looks from the backseat. She quickly realizes why, is definitely not as good in looking angry as Joe is, therefore smiles at the young boys softly.

“Hi, I’m Taylor.“ she says, then turns around again. None of the boys answer anything anymore. Joe, who’s focused on the road once again can’t help but bite his lip and hide a smirk. He knows all about the sudden silence coming from the backseat. They clearly did not expect to see Taylor Swift in this car tonight.

“Mate, is that..“

“Shut up.“ Patrick shoots back. Taylor and Joe look at each other and can’t help but giggle quietly while driving home.

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“You have two more hours before school starts. So enjoy thinking about what you’ll explain your headmaster at school..“ Joe mumbles during a big yawn as soon as they enter the family house again. Morning has clearly broken and a grey layer of clouds has replaced the dark night sky by now. It’s not raining but it’s more windy and cold as usual. The perfect weather for this day. Joe drops the keys on the little drawer in the hallway, feels more than exhausted after these four hours of driving. The boys who also haven’t slept at all last night don’t really answer, just quietly disappear upstairs. Taylor closes the door, as she walks in at last, watches the boys disappear. She sighs. It’s been a long ride. And definitely not enough sleep for any one of them. Joe takes off his coat, quickly throws it over the rack next to the door. Taylor who’s still in her sweatshirt pulls off her beanie. Her curly and messy hair sticking up from her head. Joe smiles tiredly while walking into the kitchen.

“You want some breakfast? This one’s for you.“ he says and holds up the last homemade chocolate muffin that his mum had kept in the breadbox in front of them. Taylor just shakes her head softly.

“Nah, it’s too early. But thanks. Another coffee would be great though.“ she mumbles, clearly poorly looking before yawning loudly. “Don’t you want to go back to bed?“

Joe shakes his head, enters the kitchen quietly.

“I have to leave for the airport at 10am and I have to call my mum before that, I guess. Also, I’m not sure she’s going to be fine with leaving Patrick alone until next week as long as I’m gone. Tom is in Dover until next month and I’m gonna be back in town on Friday. Earliest. So I’ll have to ask her..“

“He can stay at my place until you come back. If that’s okay for your mom, of course.“ she says, looks at him while leaning in the doorframe of the family kitchen. He tries to fumble one of the Nespresso capsule into the coffee machine, turns around and leans against the counter behind him.

He looks at her with a tired face. He seems surprised though. Surprised and incredibly pleased, somehow, while waiting for coffee to be ready.

“That’s so nice of you to offer but you don’t have to babysit him. I mean.. after all, I understand If you don’t trust him enough to behave and..“

“No, I trust him.“ she quickly interrupts, “I mean.. I get it that you guys are shocked and trust me, I get why. It’s been a crazy night but I’ve known Patrick for a while now too and I’m still convinced that he’s a good kid and that he just made a huge mistake because he fell in love with the wrong girl but.. I’m not gonna think any less of him. And If it helps, he can definitely sleep at my place tonight. I just have one meeting tomorrow, that’s it.“

Joe just lets out a low breath, clearly smiling at her now. The tall man then slowly walks up to her. Her hair is still a mess and he can’t help but get addicted to this. This make up free face with her messy bangs that stick up into all directions, her puffy eyes and her beautiful lips. She’s just a masterpiece. Inside and out. Taylor welcomes him getting closer with opened arms, looks at him rather confused, not sure how she should interpret his smiling face. He then stops before her, places his hands on her hips, pressing her to him. He smiles back at her. Slowly.

“What?“ she whispers, too tired to really speak up. “I love you, you know that?“ he mumbles and Taylor just smiles brightly at him. These three words are all she needs to suddenly glow all over her face.

“Yeah, I know that.“ she answers shyly, sinks her head because she feels an obvious flush on her face. Joe then lets go off her hips, both his hands now wandering up to her face. One hand on her cheek, one in her neck. “Good.“ he answers, still smiling, before giving her a deep and gentle kiss. Taylor doesn’t move at all, her cold hands holding onto the sides over his sweater. She smiles at him once more as he pulls back. She doesn’t want him to leave. Not today. Not at all.

“So you’re gonna be back on Friday, huh?“ she asks and he nods. “Yup.“ he answers while holding her. He now comforts her head, strokes over her hair a few times while simply holding her in his arms.

“And today’s Wednesday.“

“mhmhm.“ he agrees again, a strand hair stroked behind her ear, kissing the little spot on her temple softly.

“So two nights without you? Rude.“

He laughs quietly at her remark, his lips still on her head. Taylor feels her hands holding onto his sweater still. She hates to let go. Not because she’s afraid that she’s holding him for the last time. But because this is how it should always be. Her in his arms. His smell in her nose. His lips somewhere on her hair.

“I’m so sorry, baby.“ he whispers. She feels goosebumps on her skin. She can feel his love in every word. In every touch. In every breath. If she’d ask him to run away with her right here, right now, he’d say yes. She just.. knows.

“Do you want to be alone when you call your mum? I can take a shower and give you some space If you want.“ she then mumbles into his sweater, slowly buries herself in his chest. She realizes just now how tired she really is, would love to take a two- or three hour nap in his arms again before he heads off to Paris without her.

“I don’t want any space. Especially not from you, silly.“ he mumbles in her hair, clearly just as tired as she is. Taylor smiles. That’s exactly the answer she was hoping for.

“Good.“

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“It’s fine, really.“ Taylor says into her phone, smiles gently. It’s probably been the tenth time today that she has reassured Elizabeth that it’s not a burden at all to take care of Patrick as long as Joe’s gone. She can absolutely imagine that hearing news like these from your fourteen year old son are frightening. Especially when you’re on your long awaited vacation in Dubai. Far far away from England.

Taylor buries her face slowly in her scarf, glad she’s wearing her warm cashmere coat. She has even put on some make up after attending a meeting in town earlier, still feels incredibly exhausted after not sleeping at all yesterday night.

While sitting on the passenger seat of the big black range rover and with her phone on her ear, she turns her head to where Brandon next to her is looking at. A ton of teenagers and young adults leave the school. All in their school uniforms.

Taylor swallows.

Usually witnessing situations like these don’t just bring back horrible memories from her school days, but also mean chaos. Chaos, because a thousand teenagers noticing her in front of a public school would end in a lot of hysteria. Taylor has never been more thankful for tinted car windows than she is right now.

“The next flight back to London we were able to get is on Monday. But I already told Tom to come home as soon as he can, because Joe apparently is gone on Sunday again I think? I just don’t want him to spend too much time with his pals, right now. I think his new popular friends have not been the best influence lately, and..“

“No, I think you’re right. But Elizabeth, it’s really fine. I’m in town anyway and I have about five security people around my house who’ll drive him to school in the morning and pick him up and.. I’m gonna make sure he’s not gonna do something stupid. I’m actually at school waiting for him right now. I texted him that I’m picking him up, so.. we’re gonna be fine, don’t worry.“ Taylor reassures, looks out of the window. Still, there’s no Patrick among all these kids.

“God, Taylor. You have no idea how glad I am that you.. that you would do this for us. This really means a lot. Thank you so much, it makes me feel so much better knowing that he’s gonna be sleeping at your place and not doing anything stupid at these other kids’ homes.“ Elizabeth mumbles into the phone and Taylor just smiles. She can clearly hear that Elizabeth is emotional and Taylor totally understands. This is the first time since she has known Joe that his family really seems to need her. And she has never felt more honored to receive so much trust. From him and from his parents. So much trust that they would even let her look after their child, as long as they’re gone.

“I know and I think that’s maybe what he needs. I think it’s gonna be good for him to spend some nights away from home and his friends and I’m sure he’ll be alright. Should I ask him to call you when we get home?“ Taylor asks, notices for the first time that it’s slowly getting dark outside. It’s clearly winter already in London and November means that the days not just get darker, but also a lot shorter.

“No, I talked to him already for quite a while this morning. Maybe I’ll call him tonight. Thank you so much, sweetheart. We love you.“ Elizabeth adds and Taylor feels her heart sink for a bit. She’s loving Joe for almost a year already and this has been officially the first time that his mum really opened up. She feels touched and honored at the same time. He was right. His family somehow becomes hers as well. And it feels better than she has ever imagined.

“Love you, too. I’m gonna make sure he’s fine. Don’t worry too much.“ she smiles, receives a last thank you from Elizabeth and then hangs up.

“There he is.“ she quickly says to Brandon after spotting a young blonde boy walking out of the school and who’s just a spitting image of her boyfriend. She smiles softly. He looks just as tired and strained as she probably does. No wonders, he didn’t sleep as well and he must be shocked about the events that went down yesterday just as much as her. Brandon quickly gets out of the car, waves at Patrick who then quickly understands. After a few seconds he opens the door, quickly gets into the backseat of the car. “Hey.“ he mumbles, tries to smile politely at Taylor but fails. Taylor just bites her lip. He’s ashamed and embarrassed and this whole situation must be awkward for him. She just smiles warmly at him, looks at him taking off his huge backpack.

“Hey, how was it?“ she asks casually, as Brandon starts his car. Patrick just sighs, reaches for the seatbelt.

“Bad.“ he just answers and Taylor nods empathetically. “Did your headmaster tell you what’s.. gonna happen now?“ she asks carefully, looks out of the window.

The traffic at this hour of the day is crazy yet it’s beautiful to look at all these buildings in this part of town. So many buildings are already decorated for Christmas. She has to smile silently. Joe would probably hate it, always complains about how people literally jump from Halloween decorations to Christmas decorations within a couple of days. But she loves it. She loves this time of the year and spending it here in this old and beautiful town with the man she loves and his family feels like a healing process. A healing process for so many things.

“Not yet. He just said that there will be consequences. And that I have to visit year eight classes until my class comes back from the class trip next week. And they want an appointment with mum and dad next week..“ Patrick mumbles in his thick accent. He’s ashamed.

“Mhm, okay. Are you tired?“ she asks him, turns her head to look at him. "I’m fine.“ he answers politely and Taylor smiles.

“Well, I’m super tired and super hungry. So what do you think about Pizza? Or.. Chinese? Did you eat already?“ she asks him, tries to change the subject. She’s well aware that what Patrick did needs to be taken seriously. But at the same time, she’s well aware that she’s not his mother. She’s not in the position to judge him or to be strict in any way. She just wants to make sure he’s okay. And the pale teenager in the back of this car does not look okay at all. Not after last night.

“No, sounds good.“ Patrick answers, looks out of the window as well. “Great. Do you have homework?“ she asks and Patrick nods. “Yeah.“

“Okay, so why don’t we get your stuff, go over to my house and I’m gonna order some food while you finish your homework? Sounds good?“ she asks and turns around again. Patrick nods once more, even tries to smile at her politely. She can’t help but smile once more. Again, it just blows her mind. He looks just like Joe. And he’s just as polite and sweet as Joe is. No matter what mistakes Patrick has made, no matter how many bad decisions he has made. He’s a good kid. She just knows that.

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"I don’t even know if there should be boundaries from my side of what I’m gonna say. Am I stupid? I just.. I feel so bad for him. He’s such a sweet boy and he just.. totally fell in love with the wrong girl and did things to impress his friends and gain popularity and you know me. I can’t be cold or.. or rejecting to him..“ she whispers, looks out of the kitchen door and peaks upstairs to make sure Patrick doesn’t overhear this conversation while sitting over his homework.

She’s now back in her comfy clothes. Something that she was bitterly looking forward to after her meeting. Her sweatpants combined with her orange fox slippers and her favorite sweater she stole from Joe’s wardrobe the other day make her feel more comfortable quickly.

“Why should you be rejecting to him, honey? I think it’s sweet that you feel responsible for him but you’re not his mother. You’re not the one making the rules. So relax. Treat him the way you want to treat him.“ Andrea assures her daughter from the other side of the phone line.

Taylor slowly opens one of the pizza boxes that were just delivered and nods.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. It’s just.. weird. I’m used to babysitting toddlers. But a teenage boy? Man, this is so difficult.“ she whispers, really doesn’t want Patrick to latch on this conversation. But Andrea just laughs whole heartedly.

“Teenage years are the most difficult years for parents, trust me. Especially with boys because they don’t open up at all. You’ll make that experience yourself when you have kids someday.“ Andrea says and Taylor sighs, smiles silently at the thought of motherhood. A crazy adventure she definitely wants to take, someday.

“God, I just wish Joe was here. I feel like Patrick hates staying at my place and.. I don’t wanna dare him to have a conversation with me. It’s so awkward.“ she mumbles, looks at the hot Pizza that’s smelling incredibly good. She’s tempted to take a first bite, but then stops herself. You’re not alone, Taylor. This is rude.

“Don’t be so nervous, honey. Just treat him normally and If you feel like he needs space then give him space. Also, Austin can ease things as well when he comes tomorrow. Boys and boys are a different thing.“ Andrea smiles, is just about to start her day while it’s already dinner time for Taylor in London.

“I know.“ she smiles, “Did Austin tell you when his audition will be over? I’ll tell Brandon to pick him up and we can all have dinner together.“

“Oh, that sounds like a nice idea. I’m not sure. I think you have to ask him again.“ Andrea answers and Taylor nods, slowly hears some footsteps coming from upstairs.

“Alright mom, I gotta go.“ she says, smiles at Patrick who slowly peaks into the kitchen. The light in the house was dimmed but the kitchen lights are fully turned on.

“Okay. Talk to you tomorrow.“ she answers. “Talk to you tomorrow. Love you. Bye.“ Taylor says and hangs up.

“Hey, come in.“ she then says quickly, signals the boy to enter. He slowly makes his way into the kitchen and Taylor opens the second pizza box. “Your super healthy dinner is ready.“ she says sarcastically, “I’m starving.“ she adds and smiles at him.

“Smells good.“ Patrick answers as shy as always. Taylor feels that he’s uncomfortable. Of course. Who wouldn’t be? He probably hates the fact that he’s standing in the Taylor Swift’s kitchen and is now damned to babysitted by her. Taylor feels herself become a little more insecure, tries to hide it by simply putting on a smile. It’s her trick. She does this in any kind of situation. Hiding insecurities is her speciality.

“Should we.. eat in the living room?“ she asks and Patrick nods.

“Sure. Should I get some plates?“ he offers.

“Yeah, of course If you want. They’re in the left cupboard.“ she answers and disappears in the spacious living room where she quickly turns on some lights, tries to let some of Joe’s clothes he left here yesterday disappear as soon as possible so that Patrick doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Knowing that his big brother most likely took all of his clothes off right here where they’re just about to have some dinner, is not something he needs tonight.

After a while, Patrick joins her in the living room, sits down on the couch next to where she is sitting. He carefully places the plates on the wooden coffee table in front of them. Taylor opens the pizza boxes once more and then offers him some pizza as well. He thankfully grabs one slice. Silence. Taylor feels uncomfortable and he surely does as well.

“Do you want to watch some tv?“ she asks, pretty sure that all he wants is probably not to have to talk to her. After all, watching tv is still the best way to not have to start a conversation with her. But to her surprise, Patrick shakes his head while chewing on the Pizza in his hand.

“No, I’m good. Thanks.“ he answers politely, still not really looking at her. Taylor sighs. Patrick then faces her. The atmosphere has gotten even more awkward than before.

“God, this is so weird.“

“I know.“ Patrick answers and the two look at each other for the first time today. Taylor starts to laugh and Patrick joins her.

“I’m so sorry that you’re damned to stay at my house now. I bet you’d rather be with your friends or..“ “No, not really. I like your house.“ he answers and she smiles, takes another bite from the pizza now as well.

“Oh, thank you.“ she answers, leans back and places her feet on the couch now to get more comfortable. “How did your friends’ parents react? Do they have to spend time with their brother’s girlfriends now too, or..“ Patrick smirks, focused on the pizza now.

He’s embarrassed. She feels that.

“Uh, nah. They’re pretty much grounded for the next four to five years. So.. same as me.“ Taylor nods.

“What did your mom say?“ she asks gently, doesn’t even know where that confidence comes from all of the sudden but she somehow feels like she has that connection to Patrick. She somehow wants to know how he feels. She cares for him. He’s Joe’s little brother.

“She’s.. worried, of course. And angry. I mean. I know how stupid that was. It’s..I’d undo it immediately if I could. My mum’s crying, my dad’s angry, Joe hates me. I..“

“He doesn’t hate you.“ she interrupts him immediately. She would love to give him a tight hug right at this moment, but she knows that he’s a teenage boy who’s not as touchy and clingy as she is. But seeing him sit there being so sad, almost hurts her. He looks like Joe when he’s sad. That frown line on his face being a replica of her boyfriend’s.

“It’s just.. they all think I’m the problem child now. And I’m sure that I am anyway, so..“ Taylor shakes her head. She knows exactly what he means but he’s wrong.

“I don’t think you’re the problem child. I.. I think.. you just have to be able to answer the question why you did it honestly to yourself first before explaining anything to anyone.“ she says, the young boy looking at her confused.

“I mean, If you consume weed because you and your friends wanted to try it, then that’s something different than being an addict. Same with other stuff like.. cocaine. If you risk your own safety for someone who’s an addict then.. maybe not cocaine is the problem but.. that person.“ she finishes, then bites her lip immediately. She doesn’t know whether she went too far with her speech, doesn’t know if any of this is even her business or whether she should even have an opinion. She looks at Patrick, who has just finished his slice of Pizza. He doesn’t look at her, seems incredibly interested in his hands all of the sudden while having his head sunk.

“She just wanted to try it. She’s not an addict.“ he suddenly mumbles incoherently.

Taylor swallows.

She never thought that Patrick would open up like this. She immediately nods. “I believe you.“

“She.. she doesn’t have a family like I do. Her parents don’t care at all. If she would’ve been the one who was found with the cocaine, she.. she’d be in a lot more trouble than..“

“I get it.“ Taylor just assures him. She sighs. He’s blindly in love and she wishes there was anything she could do about it. But she’s been there quiet a few times as well. Maybe not with cocaine but with other emotional damages she could’ve prevented if she had known what she knows now.

“But since she’s your girlfriend, why don’t you..“

“She’s not my girlfriend.“ he interrupts her, way more calm than last evening when Joe teased him with Chloe.

“But..“

“We’re friends. She.. she has a boyfriend.“

Taylor doesn’t say anything. Now she gets it. Patrick tried to impress this girl. Being young and in love makes you do crazy things.

“But why didn’t her boyfriend say anything..?“

“Cause he’s an idiot?“ he says quietly and Taylor just smiles softly. Patrick has clearly blushed, can’t really look at her anymore. Taylor just sighs. She rests her head on the cushion of the leather couch and just enjoys this moment of openness between them. She then looks at Patrick who sits next to her, scratches the back of his head in embarrassment. She knows that gesture. Joe does just the same all the time.

“I think.. it was a selfless thing to do.“ she says and he looks back at her again, still a bit flushed.

“It was stupid.“

“Yeah, that as well. But..“

Patrick looks back at her. She seems super opened about that whole situation and he likes the fact that Taylor does not talk to him as If he’s just a child. She treats him as if he was a grown up and never puts herself above him or acts like she’s in a parental role. He never thought he’d say this about any of his brother’s girlfriends - but her opinion really matters to him.

“But?“

“But I think that.. you’ll see someday that the right girl won’t put you in that kind of a situation. The right girl won’t make you feel like you need to jeopardize yourself in order to impress her. What I’m saying probably makes zero sense to you now but.. you’ll know what I mean one day.“ She says, simply looks at him. Patrick doesn’t respond anymore and Taylor is unsure whether her words really made him think or whether he thinks that she’s absolutely annoying.

After all, who’d want to have her advice when it comes to love and relationships…

“Yeah, maybe.“ He then answers, not really dares to look at her.

“I just.. Joe and my parents won’t see this like you do. You’re really cool about this but.. they won’t understand this. They just see what I did wrong and..“

“No they just see all these bad things that could possibly happen to you because they love you. They just want you to be save.“ Taylor interrupts him. She bites her lips. He’s still not looking at her and she’s not sure if she has gone too far. She never thought their conversations would evolve into such a deep and honest talk. Yet she worships this moment. They somehow got closer than she ever thought they would. “Yeah.“ Patrick mumbles then, looks up to her.

Taylor sighs and grants him a smile.

This was a long day. A long day for all of them.

“Do you want the last slice of the pizza? I think you need it more than I do.“ she says with a slight smirk on her lips.

“I guess so.“ he answers and takes a bite. Taylor leans down and grabs the glass of water that was right in front of her. It’s already dark outside and she’s sure that she and Patrick are definitely heading to bed after the pizza. 30 hours of being awake is enough for both of them.

“If I won’t answer you anymore it’s because I fell asleep with opened eyes.“ she yawns, slowly leans back. Patrick just laughs at her while chewing the tomato pizza, granting her that same mischievous smile she knows too well from his older brother.

“How do you Alwyns do that? Whenever Joe’s awake for more than 24 hours he behaves as if everything’s as good, as always. And now you look absolutely fine as well.“ she protests, wishes she could deal with lack of sleep as well as the boy next to her can.

Patrick smirks while taking a last bite.

“We’re Aliens from an island called Grand Britannia and we don’t need sleep. That’s the truth. He’s been lying to you this whole time.“ Patrick casually answers and Taylor can’t help but laugh.

She’s really surprised about how funny Patrick actually is. She should be surprised about this but the longer she thinks about it, the less she is.

Joe is just the same. He seems shy and introvert at first. But once you’ve won his trust, he opens up and makes you see his real self. His fun and talkative and bright self.

“I’m shocked. I have to break up with him now.“ she jokes and Patrick reaches for the napkin that is next to the now empty pizza box.

“Please don’t. His Exes were so annoying.“ he says suffering and Taylor smiles at his compliment yet feels a bit uncomfortable with this topic.

“Really?“ she mumbles, doesn’t know if she wants to know any further details.

“Yeah. His last one always came over and constantly made us all watch Gilmore Girls all the damn time.“ he sighs annoyed and Taylor bursts our laughing, covers her mouth.

She cannot believe Patrick spills the beans about Joe’s Ex as casual as this.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry about that.“ she laughs.

Joe has told her a lot about his Ex and has mentioned that she was difficult. But the fact that she made his entire family that includes four men watch a show like Gilmore Girls really surprises her. Joe falls asleep almost every time whenever they watch dateline together. She could never see him watching anything more girly than that.

“Yeah.“ he answers, “You’re really cool though.“ the blonde teenager then slowly says. Taylor looks at him and smiles. This is the biggest compliment she has ever gotten from a fourteen year old boy. “Thanks. You too.“ she answers and they both smile quietly.

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Joe takes a sip from his water bottle as the car stops.

He’s still tired. The six hours of last night sleep clearly weren’t enough.

Paris was challenging and fun but also exhausting. The second he can see the warm light coming out of the old building’s windows right at the end of Crescent Road is the second he feels all warm and tingly inside.

He’s home. He’s home where Taylor is.

Joe slowly opens the car door, thankful for his old A.P.C lambskin jacket that keeps him warm. It’s bloody cold in London this evening, a freezing breeze combined with a few raindrops hitting his face. He quickly walks behind the car, opens the trunk and grabs his suitcase. He thanks the driver, then quickly spots Brandon who’s waiting in a car in front of the house. He smiles at the big guy and waves. He never thought he’d get used to another person constantly looking after his girlfriend, but he did. Brandon’s presence not only makes Taylor feel better. It gives Joe a good feeling to know that she’s safe.

As he passes the gate and walks up the steps to the door, he can smell all kinds of herbs and candles already. He smiles. She surely has cooked something tonight. As he rings the little bell, Joe keeps on smiling. It’s crazy how the thought of being with her can even make him forget about everything that’s been going on recently with his family, with Patrick. She also made him forget about his upset mum who’s more worried than ever, for a second. She made him forget all his worries about his youngest brother. She can do that just with her existence. It’s crazy how much a single person can change your life entirely.

With a slowly changing look on his face and still standing in front of the closed door in the cold and windy London weather, Joe rings the bell for a second time.

Still nobody answers.

He feels worry rise in him slowly. Why doesn’t she open the door? Is she busy cooking or did something else happen? The events of yesterday night still affect him a lot. Patrick was supposed to stay at her house as well. What if something happened that he doesn’t know about? After all, he hasn’t spoken to his brother since yesterday.

Joe now takes a few steps back, slowly marches through the front yard, takes a look into the small window that leads to the kitchen. The light is on but nobody’s there. This is strange. Very strange. Suddenly he hears loud noises. Laughter. Definitely more than three people that laugh out loud.

Joe slowly walks back to his suitcase, opens the upper bag and takes out his spare key.

After a few seconds, he has entered her house and is still confused and curious what’s happening in here tonight. After closing the door, he places his suitcase in the hallway and takes a few steps towards the living room. He’s not just met with warmth and the smell of her amazing vegetable lasagna but also a lot of laughter. He continues walking, not sure what he’ll find as he reaches the living room.

He remains in the door frame surprised.

Taylor, Patrick, Tom and Rebecca, his brother’s girlfriend, as well as Austin sit around her wooden dining table. Just a few candles brightening the room, some wine in front of the adults and a mug with hot chocolate in front of Patrick. The fireplace is lit and the coziest atmosphere possible fills the room. They all seem to laugh whole heartedly about a video that Patrick just showed them on the iPad that he’s holding in his hands. Joe can’t even remember the last time he has seen Patrick so extroverted and happy. He seems to have gotten out of his nutshell more than he has ever seen with his parents or even with him. Patrick laughs and talks, goes on and on about a guy in this video and makes everyone around them almost cry in laughter. They all seem so captivated by whatever he’s showing them that they don’t even notice Joe, who’s still standing in the doorframe.

For the first time, Joe feels peace.

This view, this moment is more than he has ever wanted.

This room is filled with so people who mean so much to him and it’s been a long time since he has seen all of them so happy and carefree. All together. He then looks at Taylor who seems to recover from her laughs just now. Little tears are running down her face because she had to laugh so hard. She wipes them away with her fingers and Joe can’t help but smile at her. She looks so comfortable around his family. She has never been more beautiful than in this moment, clearly unaware that he’s watching her, smiling at Patrick and holding her hands in front of her mouth while laughing. He still remembers during her darkest days back when they spent days and days talking and laughing while being nothing more than friends, how she always used to tell him that he’s like a sunny day to her, somehow.

Today, she is his sunny day on this grey Friday night.

Patrick spent two days with her and he comes home to a united family, to laughter and happiness. He knows why and he’s still in awe how she does it. Whatever happens to them, Taylor reacts with love. No matter if it’s a huge fight between them or if his little brother gets caught with weed.

She reacts with love.

She is love.

While watching her carefully listen to some comment of Tom, Taylor suddenly meets his eyes and notices him. Her eyes immediately grow wide and she gets up from where she was sitting.

“Oh my god. Hi.“ she says, meeting him in the doorframe.

Still in his winter coat. Still in awe of this family situation in her living room.

“Hey.“ he just smiles and gets pulled into a tight hug immediately. But this time it’s not him who pulls back. This time he’s the one not wanting to end this hug. She notices that.

“Since when are you standing there.“ she laughs into his shoulder, and Joe finally lets go. His face is cold from outside and a few raindrops are still visible on his jacket.

“Not long.“ he smiles, then kisses her gently.

“Look who came over for dinner.“ she smiles, immediately drags him into the room to say hello to Austin and everyone of his family.

He takes off his jacket, hugs his older brother who he hasn’t seen in a while as well as his girlfriend. Then he walks to Patrick, who still sips on his hot chocolate and high fives him. The teenager seems relieved about this reaction. Taylor smiles proudly at him.

While sitting down next to Austin and catching up with him, Taylor places a glass of wine in front of Joe. She sits down again, right next to Joe. He smiles at her one time, then reaches for her hand while talking to Austin. Taylor follows the conversation, suddenly feels him squeeze her hand three times.

She doesn’t react, just tightens the grip of her hand.

I love you.

I know.

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