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kairoot · 8 months

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❝ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭 ❞ | nrk.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : enemies to lovers, high school au, fluff, comedy, maybe a bit of angst (idk)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : harsh jokes probably, niki and his friends being kinda mean, light cursing, name calling

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 : by @keiipopped

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : dancer!niki x dancer!fem!reader ft. heeseung, sunghoon, yunjin, hanni & kyujin

author’s note: context for one of the insults in here: this is when kyujin had her red hair. just so you guys don’t get confused as to why niki’s calling her ‘redhead’ 😭 kind of inspired by charli xcx’s ‘constant repeat’ ?? idk it kinda gives me enemies to lovers type vibe in some of the lyrics.

the manifesto outfits for 4Z

SS ➜ high school dancers niki and y/n can’t stand eachother. then again.. they love each other. then why is niki always being so mean? y/n’s dance group, 4Z and niki’s group, PRDX go into the school’s dance competition , battling against each other to be the face of the school’s best dance team.

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“so, when are you gonna tell him?” hanni asked y/n as they walked side by side, carrying their lunch trays. kyujin walked on the other side of y/n, already snacking on her meal.

“hanni, how many times do I have to tell you? I don’t like him.” y/n replied, shaking her head. hanni had been going on and on about the school’s best dancer, riki, but everyone called him niki. or so he said he was the best but Y/n thought otherwise. half of the school was 4Z fan-based and the other was for PRDX.

hanni swore y/n had a crush on the boy but Y/n always denied. even though they always bumped heads, y/n did have feelings for him. she could never admit that to her team, though.

“i don’t know, n/n. you seem to give him heart eyes everytime he looks your way.” Kyujin spoke, apple still in her mouth. Y/n slightly shoved her jokingly, “what are you talking about, Kyu?” she asked rhetorically.

the three continued to walk to their table, finding the dance group’s leader, Yunjin. she greeted them as they sat down and began talking about the upcoming dance competition.

“so, have we figured out outfits for The Manifesto?” Kyujin questioned the leader.

“well, i was thinking like orange at first to go with the theme but I heard that’s what the 3 idiots are wearing.” Yunjin rolled her eyes, referring to Niki and his members, Heeseung and Sunghoon. they were both older but stuck to him like minions.

“so, maybe black? i know it’s common but some leather would be cool.” the leader suggested. the group looked at each other, trying to decide whether it was a good idea or not.

“the principal said nothing inappropriate or revealing, though..” Hanni commented. “yeah, but we’re not wearing lingerie, Hanni. just a subtle leather bottom is fine.” Yunjin scoffed jokingly.

by then, Y/n was in her own world, taking small bites of her food. she looked over to where Niki’s table was, watching all of the boys chunk milk cartons at eachother, the girls lining up at their table to giggle at their antics.

niki sat at the lunch table, laughing at his friend’s foolish behavior. his tray was discarded to the side, nothing but an apple there. he went to grab it, but caught Y/n’s eyes instead. she didn’t even realize she was staring until the boy sent a wink her way, flashing his signature smile.

she quickly averted her gaze, blinking extra hard to knock herself out of the trance she was in. the group continued to discuss their plans for the competition, agreeing and disagreeing with certain things.

“well i’m stuffed so.. Y/n, you coming?” Kyujin asked, tilting her head towards the cafeteria’s garbage pail. the other girl nodded, getting up to leave with her friend. they said their goodbyes to Yunjin; Hanni heading to her next class.

the two students walked side by side, chatting up a storm before a taller male stepped in front of them.

“let me clean this for you.” it was Niki who had offered to empty Y/n’s tray. his hand gripped the edge of it as if he had really been insisting on cleaning the tray for her.

Kyujin’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked the older male up and down. “i don’t think she wants to-“

“yo, shut it, redhead. i wasn’t asking you.” Niki snapped at her, turning back to Y/n. her expression mirrored the one that Kyujin still wore on her face.

“nah, she’s right. i’m good-“

“really, l/n. let me do it.” he shifted the tray towards him, attempting to yank it away from her. Y/n did the same thing, pulling the tray back in her direction.

“No.”

“why not?” he smirked playfully, the tray jerking back in his direction. It seemed like a game of ‘tug-of-war’ at that point. Niki was enjoying it, though.

“give it back, Nishimura.” y/n struggled to pull it this time as Niki held the lunch tray against his tall frame, y/n coming closer to him with each pull.

“wow, i’ve really got you in my embrace now, huh?” he giggled, enjoying the contact with his enemy.

“niki, seriously, give it back-“ y/n’s complaints came to a halt as red sauce splattered on her uniform top, some against her cheek. everyone in the lunchroom stopped what they were doing to see the mess. niki’s hand had let go of the tray mid-tug.

a series of chuckles came from the left side of Y/n. it was Heeseung and Sunghoon, snickering at the incident. y/n felt heat rush to her face as all eyes were on her. some others joining in with the giggles.

“seriously, Nishimura, what the hell?!” Kyujin shouted, grabbing Y/n by the arm; rushing out of the cafeteria. Y/n pushed passed Niki as he tried to call for her.

the trays were long forgotten.

y/n felt tears prick her eyes as the anger inside her brewed. Kyujin walked her to the locker rooms, silently cursing at herself for not stopping the boy.

“it’s alright, kyu. i promise.” Y/n chuckled as they walked into the changing room. she walked to her locker, finding the soft pair of sweatpants and t-shirt she packed.

“you say that but i really should have stopped him. i don’t know how i didn’t see that coming, i’m sorry.” she patted y/n’s arm, walking towards the door.

the other girl smiled, waving off Kyujin’s apology, continuing to tell her it was fine. Y/n changed into her clothes while they chatted for a bit until Kyujin had to leave.

“meet me in the gym, alright? we still need to work on our part in the routine.” the redhead said before leaving the locker room.

walking towards the gym like Kyujin told her, Y/n stopped at the door as she heard music already booming through the speakers. she quickly ran through the big doors, her conscious telling her that she was late.

she fumbled to get into the gym, only to find three sleeveless guys moving around the squeaky floor, cackling with each other. before any of them could see her, she backed out through the doors.

she scrambled to pull her phone out, leaning against the wall while finding Kyujin’s contact.

“hello?” her voice rang on the other line. Y/n planted a hand against her forehead, face palming at the girl’s carefree tone. “kyu! I thought you told me to meet you in the gym?” she whisper yelled.

“i did! but that cute guy that I told you about.. he wanted to know if I needed any help with studying.” Y/n could hear her smile through the phone. “why do you sound like you just saw a ghost?”

“only because I did, but worse. It was Niki. he was with Thing 1 and Thing 2.” Y/n scoffed, readjusting her tee. Kyujin responded with the same sound, rolling her eyes.

“how in the hell did those idiots get there before us? you know what, don’t worry. I’ll be there soon.” she grumbled into the speaker.

as the girls finished their conversation, Niki came out of the gym, neck covered in sweat. He looked around, catching a glimpse of Y/n against the wall.

“yo, l/n,” he smiled, walking up to her. her eyes widened as she looked up from her phone, attempting to turn away from the boy. he brought his hand up to catch her wrist, pulling her back towards him. “you following me, dummy?”

she snatched her wrist from his grasp, scrunching her face up in disgust. “yeah, right.”

he flashed his smile again, playfully shoving her arm. “why else would you be here, then?”

“we were gonna use the gym, but it turns out the three musketeers ended up here before us.” she snorted. niki scoffed at the nickname she gave him and his friends. he ran a hand through his wet hair, raising an eyebrow at the girl.

“what? the fab four couldn’t find anywhere to practice their 3-step routine?” he pouted, mockingly. y/n tried to hide the offended look on her face as she began to push past the boy.

“wait,” niki giggled a bit, pulling her back gently. she’d be lying if she said she didn’t get butterflies from how close they were.

“how about we share the gym? one half is PRDX and the other half is.. your team.” he shrugged as if it was the best idea ever. y/n’s eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“my team and your team in the same space? i don’t think so.” she shook her head.

“why not? we’ll practically be in the same space for The Manifesto. though, you guys won’t last that long.” he snickered a bit causing y/n to land a harsh punch against his arm.

“see? this isn’t gonna work. especially not with your buddies.” y/n grumbled.

yunjin, hanni, and kyujin stood on one side of the gym, arms crossed. y/n stood next to them, awkwardly.

“well, i’ll be damned. niki, this was your idea?” sunghoon chuckled, pointing towards the girls. heeseung shook his head as he took a sip of water, laughing with the other boy.

niki shrugged, “yeah, i mean, i don’t see a problem with it.”

“really? you don’t see the problem? or is that cause your ‘n/n’ is here?” sunghoon tilted his head. niki bit back a smile as y/n’s eyes widened in embarrassment.

yunjin rolled her eyes, becoming impatient. “whatever, can we just get the speaker?”

heeseung and sunghoon stared at each other, a laugh erupting from both of them.

“we should call them banzai and ed. they’re always laughing.” hanni whispered to kyujin causing her to snort a bit too loud. sunghoon shot her a glare, making her roll her eyes.

“alright, dumbos. we’re gonna do our routine first and then you all can practice your 1-2 step, yeah?” sunghoon shrugged, smiling as he grabbed his phone to start the music.

motley crew by post malone blared through the gym’s speakers as the girls took their seats in the bleachers. two of them talked while the two others watched. y/n was definitely watching niki a little too hard.

“gosh, snap out of your trance, y/n.” hanni giggled, elbowing the girl softly. y/n scoffed at her, shoving her back. she waved off hanni’s joke, still watching niki.

he was a really great dancer. he had a lot of flow in his body. the way he was able to make his moves so clear.

some time into the routine, y/n didn’t even realize that she had began to like niki more and more. he would look her way a few times, smiling or nodding his head towards her. she felt herself look away in embarrassment or roll her eyes at him each time.

“okay, fab four. your turn.” sunghoon breathed heavily, patting a towel against his neck. yunjin connected her phone to the bluetooth, setting it down on the floor as a marker.

the girls grouped together to slide the huge closet mirror over to their side, setting it in front of the bleachers. niki, sunghoon, and heeseung sat on the other side.

they stretched a bit before getting into place before the song could start. their song was constant repeat by charli xcx, which yunjin had been begging them to do.

y/n was too into the music to notice that niki was watching her. his head slightly bopped to the music, squinting his eyes a bit. even sunghoon caught himself watching how charismatic all of them were.

[ I hate inserting these in my writings now but a huge time skip because I haven’t written in a long time so there’s 0 creativity here and I’m not sure what they should do in the gym other than niki watching and flirting with reader from afar I’m so sorry you guys 😭 ]

everyone scrambled around the dressing room, putting on the last of their accessories. they bumped into each other, mumbling to themselves about items they’ve misplaced.

“okay, out of this place in like 3 minutes, people. we’ve seriously gotta go.” one of the mc’s, haeun peeked her head into the room, causing the girls to rush towards the door.

“before we go, i just wanna say that we will beat the little paradoxes, okay guys?” Kyujin said breathing hard. she seemed to be getting a bit nervous, which is definitely not what the group needed in that moment.

yunjin nodded her head, blonde hair bouncing. “yeah, Kyu, totally. let’s go.”

they stepped into the crowded gymnasium, the lights low and purple, students scattered everywhere. everyone still trying to get into the bleachers before the competition started.

“well, this is what we’ve all been waiting for, right, haeun?” changmin said. he was the second mc for the night, him and haeun would be keeping score and narrating the whole event.

the girls walked hand in hand to their spot behind the stage as the mcs continued their chat. they all waited until the long introduction was over and when they would start calling the groups out.

of course, PRDX was first. the girls still sat in the back, calming their nerves. y/n heard the routine song, only imagining what niki looked like on the stage.

y/n walked to the side, watching from behind the curtain. once again, she fell in love with niki’s flow. with the way he moved. in one of the moves, he turned to face the back where y/n was, which made her move back behind the curtain.

the crowd went wild for the group. they absolutely loved PRDX. but of course it was mostly girl screams that were heard.

“oh my gosh, they’re not even that good. like seriously.” kyujin folded her arms, shaking her head.

“yeah, but you’ve gotta admit. they’ve got some type of charisma to them.” yunjin mumbled, peeking outside the curtain beside y/n. they all stared at the leader in confusion.

“well, that was a sudden change..” hanni snorted.

soon enough, it was time for the girls to go on. they put in two songs for their routine. y/n caught niki’s eye as she stood in place, waiting for the music to start. he smiled, slightly cheering for them. this confused the girl but she focused back on her performance.

around the second song, the girls jumped down from the stage, surprising everyone. the crowd got louder, everyone ‘wowing’ and ‘woahing’.

by now, they were in the middle of a crowd dancing with the spot light all over them. literally and figuratively. they were making their way towards their rivals, rubbing their victory in their faces.

the boys scoffed, one of them folding their arms. niki was kind of into it, laughing at the act.

the girls didn’t stop though. y/n came to the front, really showing off in front of them. she had a point to prove. that her team really could win. that they were the best dancers.

sunghoon glared at her the whole time, never taking his eyes off of her. he couldn’t stand the smug look on the girl’s face and the fact that his friend was actually enjoying it.

once again, y/n got to into the music, not really aware of her surroundings. her members had let her have a solo, really making her shine.

before she could even make the winning move, liquid had been thrown at her, causing her to slip.

“yo, sunghoon, what the hell?!” niki shouted. more people came off the bleachers to see the second incident y/n had been caught in.

“okay, no need to be a fcking jerk, sunghoon!” yunjin shoved him, her members pulling her away. he stood there, brushing off his jacket as if he hadn’t done anything.

y/n winced at the pain in her ankle and back. niki had ran over to help her but she quickly denied.

“no, i think you and your team have did enough.” she grumbled out. he ignored her complaints, picking her up and wrapping one of her arms around him.

he walked her to the dressing room, sitting her on the big red couch,“i’ll be back with some ice, alright?”

the girl nodded, kicking her shoe off and sliding her foot up to the cushion.

he walked back to where the drinks were, grabbing a cup and filling it with ice. he saw sunghoon walking out through the gym doors, a scowl on his face.

he shook his head, bringing the ice back to the room.

y/n had thrown her gloves and vest to the side, her eyes closed.

“you sleep already, dummy?” he chuckled, sitting next to her legs, placing her injured foot in his lap.

“yeah, i wish.” she snorted. he looked at her for a minute, admiring her features. now probably wasn’t the best moment, but…

“you’re really pretty.” he looked down at her ankle, carefully placing the cup of ice on it. y/n’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes popped open.

“what?”

“i said you’re really pretty.”

she scoffed, “and out of all times, you wanna tell me this now? nishimura, you and your members have caused us hell and you wanna call me pretty?-“

“shut up, i’m trying to confess my love to you.” he smiled a bit, readjusting his position so he was facing her.

“i know i haven’t always been the nicest person. teasing you ‘n stuff. but i really like you y/n, i do. this sounds so corny out loud but it’s the truth.”

she sat up a bit, looking around. was this a dream? after all that head bumping and teasing each other, niki actually liked her?

“so, you mean to tell me that.. you were only mean.. ‘cause you liked me?” she questioned. she wanted to make sure she had this right, it was all so sudden.

“well, not at first, but yeah.” he shrugged, smiling. she shoved him a bit, looking down and mirroring his expression.

she looked back up at him, “do you really mean it? you’re not being stupid this time? you’re not recording this so you can send it to heeseung and sunghoon for some giggles?”

“y/n,” niki rolled his eyes, smile still plastered on his face. “no. i really do like you. and you’re really talented, i like that.”

she smiled once more, heat rushing to her face. it was silent for a bit until she spoke up again.

“so..?”

“so?” niki took the ice off of her ankle, placing on the floor. he turned to her again, attempting to read what she was thinking.

her smile widened, “how are we gonna tell our teams?”

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author’s note : kei bb, im so sorry, this was so bad 😭😭 as you can see, im not in the habit of writing long things rn, i haven’t did it in so long.

#enhypen #kairoot #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #high school au #enha niki #enhypen x reader #enha fluff #enhypen niki

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racinginchid3nt · 8 months

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I’d Probably Still Adore You | Part Thirteen

Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre Gasly

In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new

Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: cyber bullying

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Fernando answered the phone almost immediately.

“Hey man, where did you go?” He asked jokingly.

“Hey, sorry. I’m on a plane to Barcelona right now. I know it’s a long shot but I need your help.”

Fernando has taken Lance under his wing during his time at Aston Martin. He had certainly been a questionable driver in the past, but his support for Lance and mentorship had been much appreciated.

“What do you need?” Seriousness seeping into his tone.

Lane explained the backstory, spilling everything that had happened from Spa to the gala to the media shitstorm and the assault. He talked about how he could get ahold of you, and how he was on a flight right now to track her down, but that he didn’t know her address. Pleading with man to see if there was any strings he could pull with friends in his home country, if he could somehow find out the address Lance would owe him for life.

“Ok. I’ll see what I can do. And Lance?”

“Yes?” He replied.

“You don’t owe me for this. Trying to be a good person should never be tied to strings.” He stated before hanging up the phone.

Lance scrolled through social media, looking for every bit of information he could find. Every gossip article, wag account, and f1 page we’re talking about it. Time seemed to move in slow motion as he read the comments from fans and critics alike. While people were certainly commenting on how he and Carlos were trying to screw over Lando, the vast majority were negative about Y/N. Lance had tried to stay away from the negative fan comments throughout his career, but he knew people could be cutthroat. These comments were the standard jabs that the drivers got about nepotism, paid seats, being crash prone, etc. These were personal attacks about her appearance, sexual history, even threats. Reading some of what people were saying made him nauseous.

After an hour a text came through with an address from Nando. Pulling it up on a map he realized it was one of the Barcelona suburbs. He had guessed right about which airport to fly into.

A few minutes later another text came through from Nando, this time with instructions about how someone would meet him at the airport with a car. He had never been more thankful for the older driver than he was in that moment.

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A knock sounded on your door at 8 pm. You hadn’t told anyone you were leaving the race, nor did you know who would be here at this time. Creeping towards your window you peeled back the blinds, seeing a figure waiting at your stoop. The sun had set earlier, clocking the person in too much darkness to distinguish.

Another knock sounded. You grabbed a shoe from near your door, hiding your hand behind your back you prepared in case you needed to hit someone. Not your best weapon, but your brain was too scrambled right now to think of something better.

Unlocking the deadbolt, you left the chain attached, cracking the door. The person standing on your doorstep was the last person you’d expected.

“Lance what are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

You paused, unsure of how to respond. Your suitcase still sat in your living room, unpacked. An empty bottle of wine on your coffee table next to your couch. The apartment looked as disjointed and chaotic as you felt just then.

“Please Y/N.” He said.

You caved, undoing the door chain and letting him into the space. He set down his backpack before turning to face you.

“What do you want? Why are you here?” You asked.

“Are you okay?” He asked nervously.

You stared at him in silence. Sitting down on your couch you winced, flicking on the lamp. Staring at him you said nothing.

“That was probably a dumb question. Fuck. I’m sorry.”

As he turned to look at you, he inhaled.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah fuck.” You replied.

“I saw what happened. I’m so sorry. I turn my phone off on race day, but as soon as I heard I tried calling. None of them went through and the front desk said you checked out early.”

“Yeah.” You weren’t sure what more to say. How do you even respond to that.

“I can’t believe the attacked you. How bad is it?” He asked, reaching for you.

Leaning back you stared at him.

“I’ve definitely felt better.”

“What did the doctors say?” He questioned.

You continued to sit in silence, fiddling with the pajama pants you had on.

“Y/N. What did the doctor say?” He repeated.

“I didn’t go Lance. I don’t exactly want to be wandering around alone right now…” You trailed off.

His mind ran, questioning why you wouldn’t have gone to the hospital. Why security at the hotel hadn’t called for medics yesterday.

“You were bleeding.” He responded.

“Yeah. I dropped my wine and cut myself.”

“Where?” He asked.

A sigh escaped your mouth, wondering how you had ended up here.

He approached slowly, reaching for the cuff of your pajama pants when you flinched back. The idea of anyone touching you had your heart rate spiking.

He stared at you, before trying again. Whispering reassurances under his breath, you caved. You didn’t have any fight left in you to tell him no right then.

Sliding the pant leg up he saw a small bruise on your left leg, but nothing serious. It was when he moved your right pant leg that he saw it. A purple bruise about the size of his hand was on your shin, from the kick. Further down was a large bandage, disappearing under the edge of your sock. Lifting your foot he peeled off your sock, before gently lifting the edge of the bandaid. An angry cut stared back at him, wrapping across your ankle and to the top of your foot before ending near your arch, about 8 centimeters in length, blood slowly pooled out of it with the bandages pressure removed. He inhaled sharply.

After replacing the bandage he reached for the edge of your shirt, before slowly sliding it up your rib cage. Four large purple bruises covered your sides, the result of the elbows and hits people at thrown in the crowded mess.

His expression grew harsh.

“Fuck. Y/N you need to go to the hospital. I think that cut might need stitches and the bruises on your ribs look bad.”

“Lance I really would prefer that you don’t lecture me right now. I’ll go in a few days if they’re still bad okay?”

He stared into your eyes before walking back to the door. Picking up his backpack he unzipped it, pulling out a hoodie and slinging the bag over his shoulder. He reached down and grabbed your sandals, blood still on the right one from last night. He slid them onto your feet, before pulling the hoodie over your head.

You went limp, letting him take care of you. He held out his hand, pulling you to a stand.

“We’re going to the hospital.”

Standing up, a wince rolled through you at the weight you put on your foot. Before you had time to move he was bending down and lifting you into the air. Balancing you he reached for the keys on your entry table, locking the door behind himself as he carried you out to a waiting black car.

Gently setting you back down, he pulled the seatbelt across you and buckled it. Moving to the driver side, he sat down and turned on the car before pulling away from your street.

The ride to the hospital was silent, the radio turned off. Your phone had died hours ago, but the occasional buzz from his broke up the silence every few minutes. Keeping his eyes on the road, hands clenching the wheel tightly, he followed the gps to the nearby 24 hour clinic.

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Settling her back into the car two hours later, Lance tried not to jostle her. After five stitches, X-rays of her shin and ribs, and a diagnosis of one broken rib and two bruised, the doctors had given her pain medication, before she had fallen asleep waiting for the nurse to bring the crutches.

He was seething. Five fucking stitches and a broken rib all because she had talked to him and hugged Carlos after going to the gala with Lando. His anger simmered under the surface as he drove back to her apartment.

Flicking on the lights he opened doors until he found her bedroom, laying her down gently and plugging in her phone. Pulling the blankets over her, be closed the door and returned to the living room.

He knew texts had been coming in since he had run out of the press area. He was sure his PR agent was trying to play damage control. He was sure Mike had reached out too, letting him know that he should be expecting a fine from the FIA for skipping out early.

Right then he didn’t want to talk to anyone. Calling the only person who might be able to calm him down, he rang his sister.

“Lance? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you! Would it kill you to answer your phone! I saw the post race interview. There’s photos of you all over Twitter running through the paddock like a mad man. Dad said you took off in the jet? Where are you?”

“Barcelona.”

“YOU’RE IN BARCELONA!” She yelled.

“Yeah.”

“You need to explain. Start from the top.” She said.

Exhaling you’re mind raced.

You heard her call Scotty in.

“You’re on speaker Lance.”

And then he repeated everything. Relaying the whole story from top to bottom, meeting, hooking up (with less details), the gala, the post race interviews, how he ended up in Barcelona, the stitches and broken rib.

“Lance.” Said Scotty.

“Yeah man?”

“Lance this isn’t your fault.” He replied.

“I mean it sort of is. If I hadn’t ever pulled her aside at the gala that photo wouldn’t have leaked and..”

“Lance!” His sister cut off.

“It’s not your fault.” She repeated.

He sighed into the phone. How had the weekend gone to shit so quickly?

“Lance can you hear us?” She called.

“Yeah, I can hear you.” He replied.

“Where are you now?”

“I’m sitting on her couch.”

“Ok. Are you staying there?” She asked.

“Of course I’m fucking staying here.” He snapped.

“Ok. Do you care about her?“ She asked gently.

Confusion clouded his mind. Did he care about her? Sure they’d hooked up, and he had been a little jealous that she had gone to the gala with Norris. But they hadn’t gone out on a date, never had any real deep conversations.

“Honestly Chloe, I’m not sure. I don’t know. All I know is she deserves to have someone watching out for her right now. She shouldn’t be alone.”

“Ok. Can you keep us updated please? Let us know if we can help at all. And maybe call Mom and Dad?”

He sighed, his form of agreement. Ending the phone call, he settled into the couch and pulled out his phone to start responding to everyone else he had put off.

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#f1 fanfic #lance stroll #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x y/n #lance stroll x you #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x you #f1 #aston martin #lando norris x y/n #lando norris #carlos sainz #f1 x you

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shelbystales · 2 years

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Unhealed Love - Part Four

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

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Summary: You and Tommy have history… a long one but to cut the story short he pushed you away, shut you out of his life without giving you a chance to try another path… a path together, but you felt so angry at him that you didn’t want to try it either. Maybe it was better this way… more than ten years passed and you thought you’d had your time to heal but one day was all it took to destroy that idea of getting over Tommy Shelby.

Warning: Season 6 spoilers, swearing, angst, murder, anxiety.

A/N: comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot thank you very much

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes

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You played a few other shows after your last meeting with Thomas. luckily for you, you didn't see him in any of them but it didn't stop you from anxiously wondering if you would ever see him or if he would ever come again. not understanding whether it was a desire or a fear you felt, although it could easily be both.

you were rehearsing with your band after deciding to change a few things, adding a cello here and a piano solo there... little things that would make a difference and also take your mind off Thomas.

For the first time in a while, you were feeling good, feeling inspired again. you even started writing some new songs. None of them are good enough for you yet, but you were working on them in hopes of improving. trying to not be too critical and cruel to yourself, allowing yourself to take it easy as you deserved it after so much.

Oswald had invited you to dinner at his house today. a business dinner, he said. he asked you to prepare to sing a song or two with a piano solo, so you already knew it was going to be a busy dinner. probably all your opponents and allies in parliament would be there as this week was hectic in politics, much being decided about the future. you knew he had a number of measures that he wanted to get passed by parliament that you gathered from the parties you went to, maybe he wants to get them approved or something

you arrived at his house before everyone, as he requested. you had been here before, his house looked like a castle.

"Hello, miss. I'm glad you're here" he said appearing through one of the doors that led to the hall.

"Goodnight, Mr. Oswald. Happy to be here" you said with a smile.

"Let's see about that, darling. I have a request for you" he said and called you to follow him with his hands. walking through the immensity of his house, you arrived in what seemed to be his office "close the door, please" he said sitting in his chair.

"Everything is fine?" you asked worriedly, feeling like you'd been called to the boss's office after you did something wrong.

"Yes. It's all good. I just need your help with something. Whiskey?" he asked serving himself. you shook your head and you sat down in the chair opposite him.

"Where is Miss Diana?" you asked now realizing her absence

"Getting ready" he replied and took a deep breath "now, politics y/n. Sometimes we need to do something we're not proud of," he said and you frowned "tonight I'll have to do something I'm not proud of, but it's necessary for the good of our nation. And I need your help"

"As long as you're not asking me to kill someone," you said jokingly, but the seriousness in his eyes made you shudder "Mr. Oswald... I hope you're joking"

"No jokes darling. It's a necessity. This man for the last few months has been delaying all my requests for parliament. He is against progress, he wants to destroy us" he said and you could hear the hate in Mosley's voice

"No. I'm sorry" you said getting up

"Sit down. I'm not asking," he snapped. You sat, feeling the urge to vomit in your throat. "you're not going to kill him. you're just going to put it in his drink" he said handing you a bag with a white powder of some kind "and this will kill him"

"What if I don't?" you asked

"I would assume you don't agree with me Miss. y/n," he said getting up and walking towards you "Don't you? tell me, have I done something you didn't like since you arrived? since you started working with us" he leaned in your chair and bent over until his face was within a meter of yours, you could smell his aftershave making you gasp for air "we are people who love our country so much we would kill for it. we would kill everyone who stopped it from growing and thriving. got it?" you swallowed and nodded "good" he took your hand and placed the bag in it "I'll introduce you two when the time is right. Do what you have to do but don't let him die alone, it has to be in public. the poison takes around 10 minutes to kick in" he started to walk towards the door but he stopped and looked at you "ah and don't get caught. there's nothing I can do for you if you get caught" he left the room

you could feel your heart pounding against your chest. Looking at the bag in your hand you took a deep breath and tucked it into your bra.

you looked straight ahead at the bottle of whiskey you poured yourself a glass and drank it, wondering what you had gotten yourself into.

The guests arrived a little later. you tried to be nice and keep small talk with them, but you felt weak. You saw Tommy walking with Lizzie at times, but you always walked in the opposite direction. keeping as far away as possible, but all you wanted to do was to run to him and ask for help.

Dinner was served, and you sang two lovely songs before handing the piano over to a random pianist hired to provide background music.

"Well that was beautiful," a man said approaching Mosley and Diana

"she continues to impress us," Diana said with a smile and hugged you "hi, dear"

"Hey, and thank you. very much" you said politely

"Y/n, this is Mr. Smith, this is the man I told you about earlier," he said and at that moment your heart sped up

"Oh, Mosley. I hope they were good things. I know we don't quite agree in some matters, but belittling myself to a woman like Miss. y/n wouldn't be fair," he said in a playful tone. he looked like a good man

"you don't have to worry about that. Mr. Mosley told me wonderful things about you Mr. Smith," you said smiling and he smiled back.

Mosley and Diana left with the excuse of needing to speak to the press. leaving you and the man alone.

You knew what needed to be done and it was tormenting you. You held a conversation with him, he flirted with you, and you flirted back, allowing him to become even more interested in you.

He seemed like a good man and he spoke with such pride and respect for his track record in parliament. He had done some incredible things for people in London, helped them, fought for women... you felt more guilty by the hour and you were sure if he went on telling you this you wouldn't be able to do what Mosley asked you to do.

"Oh, look at that your glass is empty," you said interrupting him "please let me take care of it" you leaned over to take his glass and he nodded "I'll be right back, don't leave here. I want to hear more about it," you said with a smile and left.

in the kitchen, hidden from everyone, you took the powder and poured it into the glass, along with the whiskey. Coming back to the living room the man was talking to the one you fought to avoid all night.

"Here Mr. Smith," you said handing him the glass "hello Mister Shelby, Hi Lizzie" you greeted them

"Thank you, I thought you ran away," he said jokingly

"I would never" you replied smiling and watching as he took a sip from his glass, nervous, afraid he might feel something wrong, a wrong taste, but nothing. he continued drinking normally.

"The music, y/n. was beautiful," Lizzie said "I remember when you played in the garrison with that old piano and missing its keys," she said smiling making you smile

"and I don't miss it," you said

"I have to admit it sounds better on a new piano," she said, "well I was just leaving. I hate these events. good luck" she hugged you "have a good night everyone" without a direct goodbye to Thomas she left.

"Trouble in paradise, Mister Shelby?" Smith asked jokingly

"It's nothing," he said and the two of them started talking about politics.

Ever since Oswald told you what you needed to do for him tonight you've felt your stomach churn. the amount of alcohol you were ingesting just added to that feeling.

"Are you ok miss? got quiet all of a sudden" Smith said and you nodded

"I'm fine, just a bit tired," you said smiling

"yeah they've been putting you to work, almost every day now. I bet it can be exhaustive," he said referring to Mosley and his fiancée

"I don't care. It's good to be back, new beginnings" you said

"yeah, new beginnings are always good. for new beginnings," he said raising his glass and inviting you both for a toast.

"to new beginnings" you and Thomas spoke simultaneously and toasted.

you didn't expect the man to drink all the content in his glass after the toast and when he did you wanted to stick your hand down his throat making him vomit.

Your heart raced, the hall suddenly seemed small and your lungs couldn't seem to fill with air. already familiar with your symptoms of a panic attack you spoke with some difficulty

"if you'll excuse me I need to go to the bathroom," you said and left before receiving an answer.

in the bathroom, you threw up everything in your stomach and sat on the floor hugging your legs hoping this would all pass soon. for this all to end.

you could hear the commotion outside, some women screamed and you assumed it was done.

You got up from the bathroom floor and wet your neck to calm down. In the mirror you saw how shaken you looked, you needed to get out of that house.

Opening the door you saw the confusion that was happening as people tried to help the fallen man. Mosley was one of them. It all seemed to go by in slow motion. Thomas was doing a heart massage on the man, trying to revive him. for a tiny second he looked at you and frowned as if he had read your mind.

Ignoring everything, you kept walking and asked the chauffeur to bring your car.

later that day you were in the living room reading. you couldn't sleep. just as you took a sip of your tea, you heard a knock on your door.

Standing up you opened it and saw Tommy Shelby himself.

"Oswald told you?" you asked and he shook his head

"I saw it in your eyes," he said

Taking a deep breath, you stepped out of the front door and let him in. Several years ago you killed a man for Tommy, but it wasn't like that, it was a millisecond decision that would decide he would either live or die. after that, he felt guilty for putting you in that position and never allowed you to enter a business meeting again. Killing a man broke you a little, you barely slept for weeks but he was there with you.

"Do you want tea?" you asked sitting in your seat again and he shook his head.

"Why? Why did you do that?" he asked

"He said I would be in the way of making our country great and he would kill anyone who did that. I didn't feel like I had any other options available" you said

"Stop… stop working for him," he said crouching down in front of her.

"Do you honestly think I could do that now?" you asked "now that he showed me his true colors? I would you be the next smith. anyways, thanks for the concern or whatever it is that brings you here, but you can go home. go stay with your wife. she deserves better than to sleep alone"

"I know she does," he said "she knows, about you and me. She is leaving," he said "used you as an excuse to leave but I know she has been wanting to leave for years"

"Ok, then you can go home to an empty house," you said "I too deserve better"

he sighed "yeah" and got up "but I'm not leaving" he sat down in the armchair on your diagonal and lit a cigarette

"why?" you asked

"it's not easy to kill a man, Y/n. I remember what did to you" he replied, "why don't you tell me now, what scared you off the stage?"

you frowned confused "why don't you tell me why you left me?"

"no, you were the one who left" he fell out

"Because you broke my fucking heart!" you said annoyed "why?"

he looked around, took a deep breath, and thought about how to respond.

"you said it yourself. you deserve better" he replied

"fuck you, that's not what I want. I want the truth"

"you want the truth, eh?" he asked leaning forward and resting his two elbows on his legs "I was scared" he admitted, making you laugh "it's not a joke"

"yeah? so you really want me to believe you were scared? Of fucking what?" you asked sarcastically

"Losing you for good" he replied

"so you broke my heart after we moved in together? smart, that would make me stay for sure" you scoffed

"blame me all you want but I would rather not have you than be the reason you got killed," he said

"What aren't you telling me?" you asked and he looked around for a while, reluctant to tell you.

"I just... we got lucky. I never told you, but there was a bomb that didn't go off."

"Where?"

"our house. Do you remember how it was back then when we started expanding into London? It was very dangerous, we fought a lot and Sabini made a bomb. you would pay the price for my interference. He told me while I was in his office, here in London. I had to drive all the way home like a mad man, all the way thinking you were dead and it was my fault. So I thought no, I couldn't do it. Later I found the bomb, it was wired wrong so it didn't explode"

"so you just cut me off instead of improving our security?"

"I couldn't allow that to happen to you"

"You did a lot worse, you took my voice in the matter! Tommy, I was a wreck after that!"

"I don't regret it, ey. Look at Grace" he said "it could have been you"

"Oh, don't you dare use her as an example. You know I despise her" you said angrily "besides you chose to give her a chance and not me. It was nice to read about your marriage in the newspaper"

"I never meant to hurt you," he said rubbing his tired eyes

"You never mean anything, do you?" you asked impatiently

"Grace calmed and soothed me after you left. I needed someone you weren't the only one in pain you know," he admitted.

"Yes, thanks to whom?"

"I get it okay? I made a bad decision, but I stand by it, y/n. I didn't care if I died or lived, but if anything happened to you and it was me fault? I lost Grace and it broke me." But fuck if it was you taking that bullet... I'd put one in my head. Same day" you took a deep breath "I just assumed you had moved on, you were happy. I told myself you would be happiest with whomever you choose to be with"

"By the way, it's not true. The next man I had a relationship with was capable of being worse than you" you admitted

"How so?"

"Well, for starters I don't think he loved me...or cared about me at all... he, he was a piece of shit," you said, not really knowing how to form your sentences and explain to him what happened "He was the breaking point to make me hate the stage I guess. it's too complicated I don't know how to tell you" you shrugged

"I'm sorry," he said and you nodded

"It's not really your fault, but thanks"

"I'm sorry for everything I've done. I want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. And for years I thought about what it might have been like if I hadn't done what I did. But these questions just resolved themselves. After Grace "

"Yeah, look at us now making up when you have something growing inside your head," you said and he looked at you tenderly

"better than not doing it, eh"

"is it?" you asked and unexpectedly tears started to build up in your eyes and roll down your face "I'm sorry I just..." you spoke cleaning the tears. he stood up and sat next to you, pulling you into his arms as he caressed your hair and back "I don't know why I'm crying. I'm sorry"

"Don't be, it's ok, ey" he said comforting you.

You were sad about what had happened today and now about what was going to happen to the man in front of you whom you've loved since being a kid.

You felt angry too, his reason to you seemed ridiculous, but you do remember how things were back then. he almost died too many times. He was young and inexperienced, he did not know what he knows now. he didn't want to gamble your life as he did his own.

You finally calmed down and fell asleep in his arms.

the next day you woke up lying in bed covered. Sitting you looked around your room, the blanket next to you was messy, as if a person was getting up and on the pillow, there was a note.

Wanted to wait until you woke up but I had to leave early. eet me today at noon at this address?

Love, Thomas.

You didn't recognize de address. looking at your clock it was almost 11am.

You wondered what that meant. Were you guys ok now? did you want to be ok? was it worth it? it would be just too hard to lose him now, and you knew you would. Last night he held you, took care of you. You couldn't remember the last time someone did that, just hold you.

fuck it, you thought, I deserve some fucking happiness even if it's just for a year.

Standing up you started to get ready

when you arrived you were surprised by what you saw. it was a park... a park.

you were confused but after walking a bit you saw him sitting on a bench in front of the children's playground.

"hi", you said approaching him

"hey" he got up to kiss you on the cheek

"What are we doing here?" you asked looking around

"You do not like it?" he asked

"no, it's just. I didn't expect it" you admitted and he smiled

"I'll take you to a restaurant over there," he said "I just wanted to see the kids play" he started walking and you followed him

"how are you holding up after your kid? What was her name?" you asked

"Ruby. Some days are worse than others. But I can do nothing about it, they just disappear one day and that's it" he said. you saw he was hiding feelings from you he was clearly suffering.

"Must be hard, it was your only child, right?" you asked and he nodded

"I wonder, you have always wanted a big family. what happened to that?" he asked and you took a deep breath looking away

"Long story" you replied

"Well me time is ticking" he joked

"ha ha" you rolled your eyes as you entered the restaurant.

You had read about this place in the newspapers, it was supposed to be the new best place in town.

he said his name to the waitress and you both were shown to your table. He pushed your chair for you to sit like a gentleman.

"thank you" you smiled at him as you sat

"Now go on, tell me" he encouraged you as he sat and the waitress gave you both the menu

"My ex. he wanted a family and I did too. of course. but I couldn't do it I miscarried all the pregnancies I had, and believe me it was a lot... I went to all sorts of doctors and none knew what was wrong with me. He just became a nightmare when he noticed that I couldn't do it. he would put much pressure on me and I just had to deal with it all. I had to perform in such awful pain... that time in my life is just a blur because I was always high on painkillers so..." you shrugged "... I guess I can't have kids"

"I'm sorry," he said, holding your hand across the table. you smiled and nodded.

After you ordered you took some courage and asked "what do you want from me?"

"That's a tough question," he said as he blew the smoke of his cigarette out of his lungs "I don't know. I guess I just want to spend time with you. I understand if you don't..."

"I do and I don't," you said and he smiled

"Just today then. we spend the day together and if want I'll stay away. if fact I have to go to America this week. I have business there" he said "so we see each other until I go and you take the time I'm there to think, ey. what do you say?"

"Okay" you nodded and smiled "by spending the day together, should I assume we are going somewhere after this?"

"You should" he smirked

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canonicallysoulmates · 2 years

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My boys looking as handsome as always, really loving their outfits today ❤️

At the beginning of the panel Jared makes a joke about his accident which the crowd does not appreciate- it’s too soon Jared! But as he says, he’s joking about himself which is a valid point. Anyways, there’s a little exchange between the boys because Jensen jokingly says he was all ready to wheel Jared up the stage that morning and Jared replied Jensen carried him up the stairs. x

Asked why he didn’t sing in yesterday's concert, Jensen replies that he did sing. In his hotel room, he sang himself to sleep. To which Jared comments: I wish it was just yourself. Interesting comment there Jared 👀 After looking at Jared with an expression I can only describe as mischievous Jensen says it’s true that the whole hotel lobby was asking Jared to shut him up. x

Jared makes a second joke about his accident, and I wanna point out Jensen’s reaction when he does this; Jared jokes that he just didn’t want to go to the con so he came up with an idea to stay home aka his accident. Jensen did not like that joke, and you can tell because he goes from smiling to pursing his lips, slightly shaking his head, and then saying “next time just stay home”. And Jared got the message loud and clear because he turns serious and sort of mumbles ‘might have turned out better’. Jensen’s reaction was twofold. He not only let Jared know that he did not like the joke but - while I do not know and it is not my business to know Jared’s reasons for being in that car on that day I am willing to bet that Jensen and him had a very serious conversation about it, and that while Jared may joke he knows not only how bad it could have been but also how much it frightened Jensen. x

First, official question is: in what world do they imagine that Walker, and Jensen’s new character on Big Sky, Beau Arlen, meet? Jared says in all the worlds he imagines. Me too, buddy. And Jensen says that it’s the crossover that makes most sense since his character Beau is from Houston and has a law enforcement past there.

Jared also says that since around spn s4 he has wanted to work on a joint project with Jensen that’s separate from spn which I find kind of adorable because even when he was spending little to no time away from Jensen all he wanted was to spend more time with him and do other projects together. Says he wants to do a project where he and Jensen’s characters have a moment where they pass by each other and do a double take; which prompts Jensen to share that technically they did a moment like that when he directed Walker. After they filmed one of the concert scenes he walked on set and he and Jared looked at each other and it would have worked if it hadn't been for Odette Anabelle, who plays Geri, reacting. x

Do they have any short term or long term plans for what they want to do with their Baby's? Jared wants to keep it aesthetically the same but fix it so it’s workable because it works for filming but not so much for actually driving through town which he found out when he drove it home from Jensen’s brewery which is where the cars had been delivered to, so she's getting some work done; Jensen said the same, he doesn’t plan to change anything aesthetically but he has gotten some work done on her and at first he was planning to change the engine because it’s loud as hell but after thinking about he thinks he’s gonna keep it just for nostalgia sake and just get it tuned up.

When the show wrapped up, their props department gifted them “care packages” , which was basically a collection of little, random props. Some of the props Jared got was the Samulet, hotel keycards, some legos and GI Joe/army men from Swan Song and when he got them he went to the garage and put some of the legos around 😭

What was the inspiration for the City Grown Willow music video? They were bored and stuck in the mountains. Literally. It was filmed during the pandemic lockdown, Steve was there, it was snowing, him and Jensen had nothing better to do so they went and spend a couple hours filming the thing; originally it was gonna just be for them, something they did for fun but since it turned out so good they decided to post it. Steve is the one who came up with the idea for the song and it’s based off of a friend of his, she was a city girl and he was kind of a country guy and it was inspired by their relationship. Then Jared makes Jensen crack up by reminding him of an old SNL sketch. x

What inspired Jensen to start writing music? He’s always been surrounded by musician friends who encouraged him, and included him in their songwriting. And Jared once again shared the story of how when his brother went to visit back in s1 he told him that he had to hear Jensen’s singing. Proud hubby from day 1 this one 💕

Does Dean Jr. having the anti possession tattoo leave the door open for a sequel? Jared says that was not the intention, that for him the intention was that even though Dean was gone he was still there, but sure, maybe 🤷‍♀️

A fan askedJensen about how it was to film as Soldier Boy as opposed to filming as Dean. But before she can finish her question Jensen mentions seeing episode 1 of The Boys s3; I’m not gonna give spoilers and he doesn’t give spoilers either but he mentions how he saw the episode at the Paris premiere, in a movie theater, and it had been so long from filming and reading scripts that he had forgotten all about a specific scene involving a character named Termite. So he got to see that on a very, big screen, and when the scene happened what he heard was Kripke, who was sitting behind him, cackling maniacally 😂

Him and Jared flew to the convention together (💕), and Jensen being such a good husband, such a good friend he showed the episode/Termite scene to Jared on the plane 🤣🤣🤣

Before we continue just in case anybody who has not seen the episode and does not watch The Boys is curious and decides to look up the scene in question please be aware that the scene is extremely graphic, it contains nudity, a sexual situation and gore. Look it up at your own discretion.

To answer the question, Jensen says it was different all around. With spn that was his and Jared’s house, and they loved inviting people in and making them comfortable, but on The Boys he was the guest so he made sure to stay in his lane and be respectful. He says Antony Starr who plays Homelander on the show was reluctant to like him; he told Jensen that he didn’t want to like him but he does. When it comes to the character aspect, he had several conversations with Kripke and Phil Sagriccia to ensure he didn’t slip back into Dean. And says that Soldier Boy arrives on the scene in ep 4! I’m so excited, we got a bit of him in ep 3 and he’s just 😍

If they could cameo on any show that’s not related to spn or one of their current projects, what show would it be? Jared says Saved by the Bell or Home Improvement. Jensen goes with Yellowstone.

Jared, also says, that he wanted to be like Jonathan Taylor Thomas, and tells the story that years ago he was in LA driving down this thin street and there was an SUV heading his way but it wasn’t in its lane so he’s looking at the car like wtf! and as the car slowed down and came nearer he realized it was JTT, and when Jared noticed who it was he just went ‘oh it’s cool man!’ 😂

Final question! They are known for being menaces on set. Is that something that will continue on in their new sets? It’s difficult for Jared to do so because he doesn’t have a partner in crime on the Walker set due to being the EP. So for example he’ll start joking around and he’ll see Keegan go with the flow and tease him back until he remembers Jared’s the EP and then he’s like oh shit and Jared has to tell them that it’s okay to tease him. He loves his Walker crew but so far only two of the members are comfortable teasing and joking around with him. Jared has such golden retriever energy when he’s saying this; and Jensen mentions how on his first day of prep for the Walker ep he directed, he made a friendly joke about Jared thinking the crew would laugh and instead all he got was a bunch of wide eyeballs staring back at him like 😳

In Jensen’s case he did have a partner in crime on The Boys. Him and Karl Urban build a camaraderie and after a couple eps they started doing the silent communication thing where whenever someone said something that could be taken as innuendo or in a different way they would smirk at each other and that would lead to them messing with somebody but they had to be careful because there’s a lot of different personalities on that set and while some are okay with joking around others are very much not. x

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wasted-my-time · 1 year

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Snow Leppards.

Inspired by an amazing artwork by @amiscreations.

Sorry this took a very long time, I procrastinated a lot wanted to wait until the first snowfall before posting it.

Warning: Drunkenness, swearing.

January 1986, Loosdrecht, Holland.

"Hell, how can he aim while he's that drunk?" Steve thought after he got Phil's snowball right behind the head.

-Philip, come back here, you bastard! He shouted and turned around, but all he got for an answer were drunken laughters and the sound of clumsy footsteps in the snow.

In a split second, war was declared and all of a sudden, all friendships where shattered.

Joe tackled Sav face first in the snow, which was followed by a surprisingly calm reaction.

-Oh, come on, just let me up. He asked to the man who was keeping him pressed to the ground with a roll of his eyes.

-Get up by yourself!

-As you wish...

He then picked a handful of snow and rubbed it in Joe's face.

-Aaah, alright you win! He abdictated and stood up.

Rick had uselessly tried to gather some snow and join whatever was going on, but all he managed to do was to stumble to the ground with laughter. Little did he know that a second was more than enough for Joe and Sav to team up, because nothing is better for forgiving than to revenge on someone else. That's how he ended with his body covered with snow.

-C'mon Rick, get up or you're gonna' freeze to death under there. Joe

-No, it's kinda warm, I'm insulated, you guys are going to be the one to turn into ice statues, you guys don't even wear hats. He retorted in a motherly tone.

-Well I don't need one, look at my hair. Grumbled Sav.

-You would be a horrible dad, Rick, two of your kids ran away, one of them heavily underdressed for the season and you didn't even notice. Joe criticised with a sarcastic chuckle.

-Yeah, Steve didn't bother to put anything else but his leather jacket. Sav added. The one he had when we were inside.

-No, he's got a scarf. Rick contradicted him.

-Huge fucking difference, like he didn't have it all the time. Joe huffed.

-But where is he? Sav finally asked the real question.

Yes, where was Steve gone? Well, besides from his coat and scarf, he had an offense to avenge, and believe me, Phil wasn't ready for it.

He was already on the frozen lake, heading back to the hotel, which was easier said than done, given how sluggish his legs were due to the several drinks he had during the evening. Everything was calm and...

-Bonsai!!! Someone shouted behind him.

It was either an avalanche or one hell of a sudden snowstorm, but in a second he was on the ground, his head covered with snow.

-Steve, it's banzai! He chuckled when he saw his twin's face above him.

-Maybe, but I got you. He replied before laying down on the ice so that their heads would be side to side.

-What did you throw at me?

-I followed your footsteps and rolled this massive snow ball all the way along. Now we're even.

-Yeah, I guess. He agreed. But, hell, it burns! He then exclaimed and wiped the snow off his face.

-The stars are beautiful tonight. Steve commented after a moment of silence.

The only clouds to be seen were the vapor formed by their breathes, leaving the way for their eyes to observe.

-We could spend the night here. Phil offered jokingly.

-Na, too cold.

-When the others arrive we could do like penguins, you know when they gather to keep warm.

-No, I have my lady penguin waiting for me on the other side. Steve said and pointed towards their hotel.

-I guess we don't stand the comparison... He grumbled.

-But wasn't there a bird you liked at the club with some guys we know, why didn't you approach her?

-Yeah Katherine, I did.

-And?

-She almost doesn't speak English. Jan, one of the guys with her, had to translate most of what we were saying.

-Ooh, that's sad.

-At least, she seemed to be interested.

-If the friend wasn't bulshitting you. You should really learn Dutch.

-On the to-do list, right under finishing the album.

-How interested did she look?

Before the sentimally disapoited guitarist could say a word, they heard Joe's voice calling for him:

-Hey Phil, there's a nice girl looking for you!

They both sat up and exchanged an eye contact full of hope.

-Tell her to come this way! He shouted back.

-Well, I'm gonna leave you alone then. Sounds like you have a Dutch lesson coming soon. Steve greeted him before taking balance on his shoulder in order to stand up.

-Wait, give me a hand, please. He asked reaching out for Steve to help him.

Short after his friend left, he saw four silhouettes walking towards him, one preceding the others by several yards.

-Phil? She called as she came closer, the small amount of light coming from the town making it hard for her to see properly.

Altough he expected to hear the sound of her voice, his heart couldn't help but jump in his chest as she said his name.

-Me. He waved at Katherine, only hoping what he said would sound approximately right in her language.

As he was about to clear the step that was still separating them, but she raised her hand in a stopping gesture, which he obeyed without hesitation. She fumbled in her pocket and got a napkin out, holding it for him to take. Then got her lighter in order to create some luminosity.

Within the small halo of light, he started to distinguish a neat handwriting on the napkin.

Here's the thing: She didn't stop whining about not following you since you left the bar, so basically I wrote this so she didn't have to try to explain it to you: She wants to be with you (please get the hint).

A word that you would maybe find useful:

To kiss= Kussen. Jan.

Phil folded the paper in his own pocket and decided to put theory into practice:

-Kussen?

After all when you don't know much more than five words in a language, "subject, verb, object" tends to get kicked out of your sentences.

Apparently Katherine wasn't fond of grammar either because within a second, they were entangled in a tight embrace. As they kissed, he ran his finger through her curls of brown hair and her cold hands made him shiver as she kept them on his neck's warm skin.

-I didn't know it was snow leopards' mating season! Joe's sharp sense of humor interrupted them.

-Well go ask Steve about the penguins' one! The guitarist retorted with a middle finger after pulling away from Katherine.

-Penguins? Sav huffed in incomprehension.

#def leppard fan fiction #phil collen #joe elliott #steve clark #rick allen #rick savage #Def Leppard

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consultinggreys · 2 years

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Pat sajak mocks lisp

It seems like he sincerely made a mistake. Pat Sajak would like to buy a vowel for the word Sorry.The perpetually cheery Wheel of Fortune host apologized for jokingly calling out a player who qu. In psychology it is recommended that you portray another’s energy to make them feel comfortable and I believe this is what Pat does on a daily basis. However, on Tuesday, Chris did respond to a tweet regarding his time on the show, saying it was a "super fun experience." However, it seems that was before the clip made waves online.Īnother contestant who was on the episode has come to Pat's defense, replying to a tweet stating: "I was there. Both Pat and Wheel of Fortune have stayed silent on the matter. Wheel of Fortune has not yet responded to Good Housekeeping's request for comment. Own it and DO BETTER!," a viewer tweeted."WoOthers, however, said that it was merely a play on words, suggesting Pat said "I thee" after using the word "myth." During that time, letter turner and long-time onscreen partner of. Sajak has hosted Wheel of Fortune for 35 years, only taking time off for a small stint after requiring emergency surgery on his intestine. To this day I wouldn't even think of doing what you did. Sajak or the Wheel of Fortune camp are yet to make a statement about Monday’s broadcast. "As someone your age, who grew up with hearing impaired cousins, I was taught that we NEVER made fun of their speech pattern. I grew up with a parent who had issues speaking," someone said online. Either way, these divers will never forget this underwater encounter."That’s awful. Perhaps the whale shark was equally curious about them. This whale shark was not concerned with the divers, swimming slowly through the group. During the player introductions, Sajak mimicked contestant Chris. They are gentle beasts with no ability to bite or defend themselves. Sajak has come under fire from fans recently for his unique style of condescending comedy, which some believe is too mean-spirited. The whale shark could easily increase its speed or simply dive deep, as they often do to avoid predators. It is a life-changing moment when it becomes clear that we, as humans, are small and clumsy in this underwater realm. The 74-year-old Wheel of Fortune host received backlash following Monday’s episode (February 22) of the show after mocking a contestant’s speech impediment. During the introductory interviews, Brimble explained to the host what he does for a living but rather than say 'I see. Viewers were dismayed when Sajak mimicked Chris Brimble's lisp on Monday's episode of the game show. Watching a whale shark cruise past, seemingly unconcerned with the presence of comparatively tiny humans, is simply awe-inspiring. Longtime 'Wheel of Fortune' host Pat Sajak is facing backlash after he seemingly mocked a contestant's speech impediment. It is believed that they come here to give birth, but everything about this possibility is little more than theory. They are almost exclusively large, pregnant females. For mysterious reasons that baffle scientists, whale sharks also cruise through here during certain times of the year. I see to a contestant named Chris Brimble, who reportedly spoke with a lisp. Animals such as Galapagos sharks, hammerheads, and stingrays congregate here. Wheel of Fortune Fans Accuse Pat Sajak of Mocking a Contestants Speech. The upwelling of cold water brings nutrients and food from deep in the ocean to the surface. These lucky scuba divers have traveled to the Galapagos Islands to swim in the water near Darwin Island, a remote area where three strong ocean currents collide. Maybe if you grew up with a speech impediment you’d. A lot of people watching went to Twitter to say Pat was mean spirited and they’re disappointed in him. When Pat was done he mocked the players lisp by saying I thee instead of ‘I see’. 22) episode, the host made a joke at one of the contestant’s expense. Anyone lucky enough to see one swimming in the wild will never forget the experience. One upset viewer tweeted, Thanks for making fun of people with a lisp on tonight’s show you arrogant overpaid jerk - Pat Sajak. Pat Sajak, 73, was chatting with one of the contestants during the player introductions the other night and the contestant had a lisp. The game show host is receiving backlash after reportedly making fun of a contestant’s speech impediment. They are truly majestic giants of the deep. Estimates of their weight place them at up to 45,000kg (100,000lbs). They are also the largest fish and they reach an incredible length of 20m (60 feet). Whale sharks are the largest shark in the ocean.

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erensangel444 · 2 years

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gold dust woman

eren jaeger x reader

modern!au

PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF NOT 18+ thank you!

title inspired by gold dust woman by fleetwood mac

this fic is eren x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated:D

this fic has been proofread but if i missed something just let me know!

a/n: EREN GUITAR PLAYER SUPREMACY!!! i want the record store cliche love story, universe where is this at???

warnings: language(most of my fics do contain language), smut: [f!oral receiving, sex w/out protection, creampie]

word count: 4.4k words

summary: you work in a record store, surrounded by music. a boy comes in, searching for a record. it’s only right to share the music you love with him.

your arms were crossed over your body, holding the vinyl records from the back room against your chest. second hand news by fleetwood mac came through shuffle on your phone, the song playing through the record store speakers.

you began mouthing along to the lyrics, a slight bounce to your step. you placed a billy joel vinyl in the bin titled soft rock, a kim wilde vinyl in the pop rock bin, mindlessly working through your task.

upon walking back to the register, the bell attached to the door rang, a ray of sunlight hitting the dark wooden floor. “hi!” you said, greeting the customer and shuffling behind the counter.

a man walked in, his dark brown hair tied back in a bun, some strands falling to frame his face. he had on a white shirt, and loose long khaki pants, a stark contrast to the color of his shirt. “we’re currently having a sale, buy two records, get one free,” you said, looking over at him. he nodded in understanding, offering you a soft smile before walking away to look through the bins containing the vinyls.

your eyes shifted from the boy and back towards the cash register as you pretended to busy yourself with counting the dollar bills. your ears perked up as you heard footsteps draw near the counter, the brown haired man now back in front of you.

he placed two vinyls down on the countertop, smiling softly at you before looking back down at the records he had placed in front of you. “bare trees...” you thought aloud, flipping the vinyl over and scanning the bar code, “nice choice,” you looked up at the man for a small moment before busying yourself with scanning the other record.

“you a fan of fleetwood mac?” he asked, hoping to kill the subtle silence with dull small talk. “yeah,” you said softly, ringing up how much the two items would cost him. “my mom played them a lot when i was younger, so it’s kind of a sentimental thing,” you replied, the boy’s smile growing.

“where’s your third one?” you asked, the boy letting out a curt hum, confusion lacing the vibration. you laughed softly, the boy’s teeth showing at your giggle. “your third record, you get one free,” you explained further as he let out a soft ‘oh,’ to which you couldn’t help but smile at.

“well what do you recommend?” he asked, his hands planted a couple feet apart on the edge of the counter, the boy leaning slightly forward over the register, closer to you.

you hated yourself for feeling so flustered at the small action.

“well according to my expertise,” you said jokingly, the boy laughing softly. you cheered silently at the fact that he liked your stupid joke. “based on what you have, i think you’d really like the kinks.” you made your way around the counter, motioning for the boy to follow you.

you didn’t miss the small chuckle at the name from the man behind you.

“they have this really good album called everybody’s in show biz,” your fingers pushed different vinyls in the soft rock bin forward, looking for the record. “here we go!” you cheered softly, pulling it out from the bin. “my favorite song on here is called supersonic rocket ship, i think you’ll love it.”

you held the record out towards him, the boy staring at you, seemingly dumbfounded. “or not! it’s stupid of me to assume what you would like or not like, i’ll just-” “i’ll give it a listen,” he said, smiling, grabbing the record from your hands.

what you hadn’t known was that eren’s dumbfounded expression wasn’t one of annoyance or boredom, but instead pure admiration. he had gotten that fluttery feeling--only for a split second, he swears he’s not a sap! it was just cute how you talked about music, that’s all.

he couldn’t help the images forming in his head, your cheeks heating up after talking too fast, too eager to say what was on your mind, or your tongue jutting out to lick your lips.

“i hope you like it,” your voice broke eren from his thoughts, and he couldn’t help but smile softly at the expression on your face. “i have high expectations, thanks to a certain someone,” eren teased. he could see your face visibly deflate.

“i’m just playing!” he reassured you, laughing softly, “i’m sure i’ll love it.” the desire to know more about you was nagging at him. if it weren’t for his lunch with armin in an hour, he’s sure he would’ve stayed in this record shop forever.

“i’m eren,” he said, holding out one hand, his other arm holding the record to his body. “y/n,” you offered back, smiling at him. “well thank you, y/n.”

he made your name sound so pretty.

you both held eye contact for a moment, before the tension got the best of you, prompting you to practically beeline towards the register. “um, that’ll be 47.35” you totaled his amount, eren handing you his card.

after his payment went through and the bag was in his hand, you both hesitated, almost as if neither of you wanted the interaction to end.

“y-you’ll have to come back and tell me if you liked the song,” you rushed the sentence from your lips, your voice trailing off towards the end.

“sounds like a plan, y/n,” eren grinned. the bell to the door rung once more, and you watched eren walk out of sight.

eren came back a couple of days later. you had thought that you’d scared him off, worrying that he might feel obliged to come back. though unknown to you, eren had planned his trip back to the record store meticulously.

he couldn’t come back the next day, he’d seem too desperate, but if he waited too long, you’d lose interest. maybe you didn’t even have any interest in him.

eren was stressing over a girl he had talked to for not even 10 minutes--which was a first for him. he decided three days was the perfect amount of time to wait, and just enough time for him to grow the balls to see you again.

in those three days, your head would whip towards the door so quickly at the ring of the bell, only for your hope to be deflated each time. you were so eager to see eren again, chastising yourself at your little crush.

your self-berating had done no good because when you saw eren walk through the door three days later, your heart skipped more than one beat. “eren,” you tried to contain your excitement, eren walking over to the counter. “so,” he said, drawing out the word.

“the record,” he was smirking now, his heart beating quickly at the eager expression on your face, your eyes all doe-like. “ya know, i had really high expectations,” he saw your eyebrows furrow, your mouth pouting out just the slightest bit.

he couldn’t tease you anymore, heart too happy and waiting to see the pretty grin on your face. “and i was not disappointed.” it was definitely worth ending his teasing shortly.

eren thought you had the prettiest smile.

you clapped your hands together in a cheer, grinning. “i-i’m so happy you liked it!” eren laughed softly, before hopping atop the counter to sit, catching you by surprise. you gasped before turning away, and looking down at your shoes.

“am i allowed to sit up here,” eren joked, looking down at you. ‘mhm’ you hummed simply, looking up at him for a moment, one of his eyebrows raising in challenge. you looked away once more, eren’s smirk too much for you to handle.

he laughed softly at your evident flustered state before talking, “has it been busy today?” you didn’t dare look up at him, busying yourself with the register, “not really, it’s been a slow day today.” eren cleared his throat, forcing you to look up at him.

“it’s rude not to look at someone when they’re talking to you,” he was full on grinning, obviously having fun with how easy you were to tease. “sorry,” was all you could stutter out, your cheeks flushed with heat.

“i don’t think an apology’s good enough,” he sighed jokingly, hopping off the counter. “let me take you out tonight,” he said confidently, staring at you. eren didn’t know where this sudden boldness had come from, he had just had to give himself a pep talk in his car five minutes prior.

“y-yeah!” you tried to contain your excitement, to no avail, “i’d love that.” you couldn’t help but smile, your heartbeat quickening. “hand me your phone,” eren said, causing you to fumble with the device in your back pocket before holding it out for the boy in front of you.

his fingers brushing against yours shouldn’t have made your heart palpitate as it did, but the slightest contact had you reeling. eren handed you back your phone before smiling softly and heading towards the door.

he leaned his back against the door to push it open before he spoke, “text me once your off,” and just like three days ago he was gone and leaving you frazzled.

looking down at your phone, eren had saved his contact name as ‘mr. kinks’ causing you to chuckle softly.

you had texted eren that you were closing up, and he texted back a simple ‘i’ll pick you up’. the sun was setting, the sky a blend of orange and pink. you locked the door to the record store, walking through the courtyard of shops and out towards the street, hearing music playing.

it was none other than eren, the top off of his black convertible. he hadn’t noticed you were there, bobbing his head almost violently to the tune of the less i know the better by tame impala. you laughed softly, eren turning at the sound. upon seeing you, he smiled brightly, opening his car door.

“h-hi!’ he said almost too cheerfully. “hey,” you said softly, both of you quiet for a moment.

he rushed over to the passenger side of the car, opening your door. “what a gentleman,” you said jokingly, eren laughing. “that’s gonna be 10 bucks” he said ever-so-seriously, holding out his hand.

“shit, looks like i don’t have any money on me,” you pouted, situating yourself in the passenger seat. eren had been teasing you all day, you figured it was time for a little revenge. as he shut your car door, you looked up at him, “but i can pay you in other ways.”

eren looked down at you, his tongue poking into his cheek before he walked around to his side of the car. he sat for a moment before turning to look at you. “so it’s like that, huh?” “it’s like that,” you responded confidently.

“okay, then” he chuckled, turning the car on, the engine purring softly. he leaned over to whisper in your ear, his sudden proximity electrifying your nerves. “don’t cry when it’s too much to handle,” one of his hands made it’s way onto the steering wheel, the other opting to rest on your thigh.

his hand on your thigh caused a slight jolt in your body, eren looking over at you, lifting his hand off. “sorry,” he said apologetically, scared he had made you uncomfortable.

in a sudden surge of confidence, you grabbed his hand placing it back on your thigh. “same goes for you,” you said simply, playing off of eren’s earlier words. he just grinned at you before driving off.

eren had wanted to take you to a nice restaurant, go for the whole ‘wine-and-dine’ thing. turns out that without reservations, the wait was excruciatingly long, which eren should’ve known. sensing his distress, you offered up a solution, which now led to you and eren sitting in a vacant parking lot, mcdonald’s in hand.

“you’re really fuckin’ cool you know,” eren said through a mouthful of burger, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. you laughed softly before replying, “you’re cool too,” you couldn’t help but giggle at the ketchup on the side of eren’s face.

“what?” he said, smiling so hard, “something wrong with my face?” both yours and eren’s laughter filled the car as you spoke in between giggles, “no it’s just-you’re really messy, you know that?” you wiped the ketchup from the side of eren’s face.

“i can be messy in other ways, too,” eren’s tone shifted quickly, the laughter quieting down. you couldn’t help but blush at that, looking down at the soda cup in your hands. you looked back up at eren, and you had the desperate urge to wipe that smug smirk off of his face.

you punched him in the bicep, eren letting out an exaggerated ‘ow!’ before smiling at you. “the beach isn’t far from here if you wanna go,” eren offered up in the soft lull of silence. “why not?” you reasoned, putting your food back in the bag.

you went to put your seatbelt back on, before eren went to stop you, “i want you to try something,” he said, his eyes boring into yours. “do you trust me?” he said, causing you to laugh softly. “i mean we met 4 days ago, but you haven’t turned out to be an axe murderer yet, so sure.”

eren laughed softly, turning the key in ignition. “that logic may be flawed, but that’s beside the point,” you chuckled at his words. eren’s right hand came to the headrest of your seat as he looked over his shoulder reversing out of the parking lot.

you were driving on the road now, the area pretty empty besides a couple of other cars. “okay you see this tunnel coming up?” eren yelled over the sound of the wind. “uh huh!” you yelled back. “stand up!” eren yelled, letting his foot off of the acceleration slightly. “huh?” you screamed back, seemingly appalled.

“i promise you’ll love it!” he took a quick glance your way, grinning, before turning back to focus on the road. “you won’t fall, i’ve got you!” you shook away any hesitancy, standing from your seat shakily. your hands were holding onto the windshield of eren’s car, the wind getting quieter upon entering the tunnel.

eren looked up at the sounds of your laughter, smiling at your carefree expression. you let one hand off the windshield, holding it up in the air as you let out a happy yell. eren turned the music on his stereo up, stealing glances up at you every few moments.

both of your hands were off the windshield now, your cheeks sore and eyes watering from the brush of the wind, but your smile so big. “it’s so cool!” you yelled over the wind and the sound of memories by kid cudi and david guetta playing through eren’s speakers.

eren laughed softly, stepping on the acceleration slightly causing you to let out a surprised yelp, your laugh sounding shortly after.

you sat back down, panting, looking over at eren. “told you you’d like it,” he grinned, stepping on the gas, his engine roaring out into the silence of the night.

“watch your step” eren said softly from in front of you, holding his hand out to grab. you smiled at him, taking his hand in yours. the wooden steps leading down to the beach were partially buried in the sand, resulting in a steep staircase down to the shore.

you and eren made your way down, eren taking the rolled blanket from under his arm, lifting up in the air before laying it down on the sand. “have you been here before?” you asked, sitting down on the blanket as you looked out to the water brushing against the shoreline.

“mhm,” he hummed, sitting down beside you, “i surf here with my friend, armin.” it was becoming annoying how cool he was. “and he surfs too?” you teased flirtatiously, smiling over at eren.

he laughed softly before looking down at your hands on the beach towel. your rings were pretty. “it’s nice,” you said softly, looking up at the sky, “can see all the stars out here, too.”

eren looked over at you, and couldn’t help but smile at the admiration gracing your facial features. eren so desperately wanted the logical part of his brain to chastise this fondness he felt growing in his heart so quickly, but all rationale melted away once you turned to eren with a smile.

“if you come out here real late at night,” eren started, cheeks flushing when you turned to look at him, “there’s bioluminescent algae in the water.” your pretty lips parted in a soft ‘o’, eren forcing himself to keep his thoughts pg-13.

didn’t mean he couldn’t imagine how your lips would feel against his own.

“you’ll have to take me sometime,” you smiled, turning to look back out at the water. you and your sweet voice, and your pretty smile.

eren couldn’t take it anymore.

his hand came up to brush against your left cheek, the contact causing you to turn and look at him. he looked pretty under the moonlight, soft shadows casting over his face.

“can i kiss you?” he said quietly, to which you nodded, unable to form words in your current state.

eren’s lips brushed against yours, the meeting soft, hesitant, at first. when you whimpered into his lips, eren went ballistic. both hands were on your cheeks now, yours coming to latch around his neck.

eren’s tongue slipped into your mouth, gliding against yours as he groaned softly. he could feel the blood rushing to his cock, he had to pull back before he got in too deep.

he pulled away, panting softly, cheeks flushed a pretty pink now. you were in a similar state, panting, but your eyes glistened with need with desperation. “don’t want you to stop,” you panted softly, making your way onto eren’s lap.

“is this alright?” you panted into the skin of eren’s neck, leaving kisses in your wake, sucking at the skin in hopes of leaving a mark. “s’alright,” he groaned softly, bucking his hips up. you could feel his bulge, pressing into your cloth covered center.

“wanna fuck you so bad,” you were full on whimpering now. if eren hadn’t known any better, he’d of sworn you’d taken female viagra or some shit. hell, he wasn’t complaining, though.

“yeah?” he hummed, licking his lips as he looked up at you. the moon lit up your entire face, the way your eyes were lidded softly in pleasure, the way your bottom lip was tucked under your teeth as you rutted your hips over his cock, desperate to get rid of the layer separating you from him.

“wan’ me inside?” eren asked, already knowing the answer. the way you were humping him was tell-tale sign enough. “mhm!” you squealed. eren laughed softly, his hands coming to the waistband of your jeans.

“come on, get it all off then,” he directed. you stood up, whimpering from the loss of contact albeit, but quickly made work of your jeans. eren did the same from his spot on the beach towel, lifting his hips off to tug his jeans down his legs.

his shirt was next, discarded to the side somewhere, eren left in his blue boxers, cock aching for any stimulation. his hand fell to his bulge, palming himself softly before he looked up at you.

the moon cast across your figure was almost too much for eren to handle, but if he was being honest with himself, everything about you and the way you seemed to flood his senses was sending him into overdrive.

eren’s hands were grabbing at yours now, pulling you down beside him on the beach towel before softly laying you down.

he could feel the quickening of his heart beat as your eyes twinkled up at him. he broke the eye contact(although begrudingly), allowing his eyes to rake over your body. his stare lingered on the hardened buds of your nipples, running over your stomach, right down to your crossed legs.

one of eren’s hands came to your hips as he cooed softly, “come on baby, lemme see.”

once you opened your legs, eren was a goner. your arousal was dripping from your slit, making a mess of your inner thighs. and, fuck, that embarrassed expression of yours was making even more blood rush to eren’s cock.

he put his own desperation to the side, running a finger through your slit. the cute squeak that fell from your lips had broke any semblance of self control that eren had been holding onto, his mouth latching onto your clit in a harsh suckle.

your hands flew to his hair, and eren reveled in the harsh tug of your fingers on his brown locks. he couldn’t help the muffled whimper he let out into your dripping center, the vibrations causing you to throw your head back on the beach towel, your line of vision changing from eren’s green eyes to the moon.

eren could tell as you got closer, for one, your hips began to move on their own accord, desperately chasing that high that only he could give you.

and give it you was he going to.

eren’s fingernails were now leaving crescent shaped marks on your hips, and the suction of his mouth around your clit was sending you spiraling, “ren, please!”. the nickname you had given eren in your desperation almost sent him cumming untouched like a prepubescent teen, but he held himself together.

“whaddya’ want?” he murmured into your clit, his ego boosted to the heavens. “wanna, wanna cum!” you panted, and eren was all too happy to grant your wish. “come on then,” he panted back breathlessly, his senses once more flooded with your arousal as his tongue worked you to your peak.

and with one more kitten lick to your sensitive clit, eren felt you gush in his mouth, the excess liquid dribbling down his chin. he pulled away, grinning, as you came down from, hands-down, the best orgasm you had ever had.

eren sat back on his haunches, watching the rise and fall of your chest, his cock hard against his abdomen. “fuck, never done that before,” you sighed softly before giggling and eren swore you couldn’t be anything but an angel.

you sat up, still leaning on your arms before grabbing eren by the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “c’mere” you said into his lips, sitting eren down in the spot you had just been before situating yourself in front of him.

“don’ need it,” eren hummed as you jutted your tongue out, ready to give a soft lick to the leaking tip of his cock. “hmm?” you hummed, cocking your head to the side in confusion, a slight disappointment etched across your features.

“i need to be inside you or else im gonna lose it,” he said a little too quickly, his honesty gifting him a soft smile from you. you situated yourself atop his lap, eren’s hard cock in between your stomach and his.

“c’mon,” he sighed, the feel of your hand wrapped around his cock as you stroked him giving him more pleasure than it should have, “i’m yours, c’mon, make this dick yours.”

his words caused that second heartbeat to reappear(though it had never fully left), and as you positioned eren at your entrance, you began sinking down, taking him inch by inch.

the stretch was delicious, the sheer girth of eren’s cock molding your walls into his shape. “fuuuuckk, that’s it jus’ like that,” eren sighed. as you sat, full of his cock and adjusting to the stretch, eren was racking his brain for anything to stop him from busting like a virgin.

hairy balls. grandpas. asparagus. eren hated asparagus.

yet, no matter how he tried, the warmth of your walls around his cock was beginning to be too much. he couldn’t take it anymore.

“i’m sorry,” he whimpered, his hands gripping onto the side of your hips as he began to work you up and down his cock at a quickening pace. “fuck, ren!” you were louder now, begging eren to fuck you nice and hard.

you were an angel, that much eren had decided, but, god, were you also the complete embodiment of sin. the sheer layer of sweat on your body, the bounce of your breasts, and, fuck, that expression on your face.

your pretty lips were parted, and your eyes were fluttered shut, and the twitch of eren’s cock from simply looking at your face was enough to tell him he wasn’t going to last much longer. “g-gonna cum,” he grunted, his breathing becoming manual now.

“need you-” his voice croaked as he let out a whimper. fuck, what were you doing to him? “need you, first,” his words were broken, but his point came across all the same.

before you could even respond and tell him that you were already close too, eren’s thumb was on your clit and rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves.

“oh fuck!” you squeaked before your orgasm came without warning. the clench and gush of your walls around his cock was more than enough motivation for eren to fill you up. “can i- inside?” eren was so loud now, begging with murmurs of “please,” as you came down from your orgasm.

“yes, yes, please inside,” you panted as eren’s cock pushed in and out of your sensitive walls. your consent was all eren needed before his warm seed was filling you up as he orgasmed with a loud moan of your name.

and as he came down, his cum still spurting inside of you in weak bursts, eren was sure that was the most he had ever cum. that much was evident from the way it began to leak from your hole and onto the base of eren’s cock.

you both panted as you came down, your head on eren’s shoulder. he placed a kiss on your neck as he tried to steady his breathing, his fingers playing with the soft skin on your hip.

you pulled away from eren’s shoulder, looking down at him from your position atop his lap. “that was,” “so good,” eren finished, the two of you breaking into a soft laugh.

he pulled you in for a kiss, unable to contain the smile on his lips.

and as the sound of the waves began to reenter eren’s ears, he couldn’t help the swell of his heart as he looked up at you, moonlight still shining on your pretty face.

a true gold-dust woman. his gold-dust woman.

fin! thank you for reading. i had been putting off this fic for so long, and finally i said enough was enough.

i passed the 1k milestone not too long ago, and this fic is for my 500 event, which says a lot about my procrastination. but, with that, i cannot thank you all enough.

thank you for reading my fics, for supporting me, it means the world.

so much love for you <3 - angel

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dearlawdimasimp · 2 years

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Inspired by this gif set by @ladydimitrescuwu, I present to you,

Otto calling you, currently masc presenting!reader, dear boy

Warnings: language(cussing), grammar, no use of y/n, implied that reader's pronouns change and that only at this point of time where the story takes place they use he/him pronouns while being in a workplace and in a relationship with Dr. Octavius(idk if this is a warning but if you guys think it isn't i'll gladly edit this out), possibly ooc Otto, not beta'd or whatevs and a self-indulgent mess (let me know if there are anything else i missed!!)

Summary: A small look into the life of a queer reader who is in a relationship with the Dr. Otto Octavius.

btw im really proud and happy how this one came out and i think this is one of the favourite fics i have written so far🥺💞

You swiftly punched in and gathered the things you needed, not bothering to look up to the weird stares some of your co-workers gave you. You were wearing a very masculine outfit, your "He/him" pin sitting on your left breast pocket.

But since you were feeling polite today you brushed off their rude glaring and gave them a casual 'good morning' as you passed by them, you would return them a small smile if they greet you back but if not you'd just walk past them.

Some of them are your buddies and you get along quite nicely with them, they respect you and you respect them. Unlike others who just hate your guts. One of your buddies was able to catch some of the gossip about you and it was about the way you present yourself at work. It made you cackle, really. Are they serious? you had asked your buddy to which he confirmed with a nod.

Really, all you have always worn to work were thrifted clothing but layered it good that made it formal but not too formal, casual but also doesn't look like you were in your home.

You had snickered to yourself and let a suspiciously loud comment, "At least I have a fashion sense." Which made their blood boil and made your weeks hell after that. But of course your boss noticed that -you didn't even have to tell him (not that you had the guts to do so)- and also gave them one hell of a week.

Your boss, god was he fucking heaven sent, he was charming, handsome, kind, patient, funny and just overall a good person. Not to mention, charming, handsome and funny…have I mentioned that already?

The thoughts about your boss made you a little giddy and may have just brightened your moody morning.

You calmed yourself before softly rapping then opening the door to the said man's office, "Good morning Doc!" you greeted him warmly, closing the door behind you before laying down the stack of papers on his desk.

"My dear! Haven't I told you many times to just call me Otto?" he replied with a teasing smile, "Yes, but- " his stern yet loving gaze and his raised brow along the chittering of the actuators made you halt your words, not in fear though. "Okay fine, Otto.." you jokingly sighed as you stared back at his warm ones.

This has been your motivation to go to work everyday, the friendly banter between you and your boss(who's now also your amazing boyfriend). Sure your first weeks were nerve-wracking since you are literally working as the ex-villain and supposed-to-be-dead scientist's secretary, and your huge crush on him did not help in calming your nerves but the man had made sure all of you were comfortable in his presence.

It took a couple of months for everyone to finally warm up with each other and now all of you are nearly in the second year of working with Dr. Otto Octavius.

And it also wasn't that long for you to fall in love with him..Really it only took a small, "Good morning! I am Dr. Otto Octavius, if you haven't noticed the actuators yet, and it is a pleasure to be working with you all." and a smile and boom you fell head over heels for the man. What you haven't known though, was that he also felt the same.

"The moment my eyes laid on you, I felt -this may sound cheesy but- I felt the world stopped for just a moment." He confessed one night after a couple of weeks of all nighters in the lab together.

Have I mentioned that you two have been dating for quite awhile now?

The gentle silence that has fallen upon the two of you was then broken by your giggling, and the doctor's own as he followed suit. "How was your sleep, dear boy?" He inquired as he started to take the papers you brought in. His actuators gently poked and prodded you -not uncomfortably though- as it was their own way of greeting you.

Oh fuck oh shit- that's it, you're going to fucking die- You are sure you're slowly turning red as a tomato, standing idly like a deer in the headlights in the middle of your boyfriend's office as your brain tries catching up on what he just said.

Over the few months of your relationship, it was only recently when you told him about your pronouns. He was all ears and ready to learn more about it, wanting to keep you happy and comfortable. He had listened intently and boy were you not ready for it to actually happen.

"Darling?" His worried voice and the chittering of the actuators made you snap out from whatever trance you were in, blushing furiously as you looked at his gentle eyes. You are so down bad for this soft scientist and you are not ashamed of it. "I'm sorry if I-"

"Nononono! It's fine..it's just- I..uh-" How does he always make you a stuttering mess, "- I..it just..sounded…" your mumbling had turned into incoherent jumbled words, rocking on your heels as you stuff your hands on your pant pockets while your eyes wanders anywhere but him.

"My dear, I don't understand- how about you come here, hm?" He softly beckons you, one of his actuators gently nudging you to him.

You harshly nibbled on your lower lip as you walked towards Otto, about to draw blood. He noticed this and was quick to gently lay both of his palms on each side of your face as you're now standing right in front of him. The warmth from his skin made you a little calmer and freed the muscle from your teeth.

"Now could you please repeat what you just said?" His thumb caressing your very warm cheeks as he asked. With a gentle exhale through your mouth you meekly repeat yourself, "I said, it sounded..hot.."

You're surprised his hand hasn't left your face yet because you were sure your face was on fire. You keep your gaze down on your shoes which at the moment is the most interesting thing in the world. If you had let your eyes look up at him though, you would see his amused and teasing smirk along with his eyes that held no judgement nor malice but pure love and warmth.

"Hot, huh..dear boy?" His teasing smirk not relenting as his right hand trails from your cheeks down to your chin, cupping your chin and gently lifting your face to meet his eyes.

Oh this little shit- You cuss under your breath as you rolled your eyes, weakly pushing him away with one hand as you cover your face with the other, desperately trying to get yourself out from this embarrassing situation but his large and strong arms had dropped from your face and swiftly curled around your waist along with the two bottom actuators, making sure you'll never be leaving his embrace anytime soon. The top left mechanical limb extends itself to lock the doors making sure no one is going to disturb you both as the top right gingerly takes your hand from your face.

Chuckling, he apologizes and lands a soft kiss on your stomach, you just give a weak glare in return with a soft chortle. He leans back on his chair, bringing you with him. Now you are straddling his lap with both of your legs on either side of his own, the bottom two actuators are comfortably curled around your waist. You are never going to get used to his affection.

"So..how was your night?" He repeats his question, his tone ever patient and his voice soft and warm. "It was good!.." You started as your hands wandered to the back of his neck, playing with the strands of his hair, "May have stayed up a little late to make sure everything is all set for today- but I didn't stay up that late!" You quickly defend yourself as you feel his upcoming glare, "It was just more of a..'me'..thing, y'know..so that I could rest knowing I had it all correct."

"You know-"

"I know that you hate it when I tire myself out, but if I didn't double-check triple-check everything it would've just resulted to a sleepless night."

A short, contemplating huff was his retaliation while you just gave a small smirk of 'I know that you know I'm right'. He shakes his head with a silent chuckle, admitting his defeat. You grin at his surrender, cupping his soft face between your hands, you give him a kiss on his nose, which makes the older man blush.

"As much as I love being in your strong arms, we have a job to do." You smile at him and gently push yourself away from his embrace.

But he didn't move a single inch, instead he rolled his eyes and gruffly said, "To hell with them, I'm the boss here so I could just tell them to relax for today." His arms, both flesh and metal, keep you in place, tightening around you slightly but not too much to make you uncomfortable. "I want to stay like this.."

Oh of course he was going to give you the fucking soft, puppy dog eyes as he pleads for this moment to last longer. You mumble incoherent curses and jabs at the former villain - which, at the moment, made you think if this was really the 'Doc Ock' that once terrorized the city - as you think about it.

Sure you're going to get a free day with your boyfriend and spend most of your time today with him but he has important meetings to attend today, one of them being the most important as he was to meet the financier of his current project-

"Please..dear boy?"

"Oh fuck off, Octavius!" You lightheartedly cuss him out with a laugh as you get back on prying all his arms off of you.

"My dear boy! I'm hurt that you could say that to me!" He continues to plead his case, your incessant pushing futile against his strength.

"Otto, you have a shit ton of important meetings today, particularly one of them with your financier!" You try to softly reason with your incredibly affectionate bear science man as you gave up on escaping his grasp. You won't lie, you want to stay like this the whole day, hell a whole week won't get even a single complaint from you but there are important matters at hand.

Otto raises his eyebrows at this, "Why didn't you tell me this sooner, my dear!" He asks as all of his arms slowly uncurl from your form, his hands not leaving your waist yet. He was not mad at you though, his tone was mixed with a faux exasperation and mostly excitement.

You raise a brow right back at him, "If you haven't distracted me today I would've told you sooner." Your tone was flat but your cheeks were flaring as you recalled the events a while ago that had led to this and the amount of times he had called you according to how you were presenting yourself today. Seeing as you were technically free from his grasp, you tap his hands and wiggle yourself out from his lap.

"Oh, I distracted you?" He starts again with his teasing but before he could continue you immediately scrambled away from his arms length and gave him a half-hearted glare.

"Don't you dare start again, Octavius."

"Start what, dear boy?"

"Oh hush up and just get ready."

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shitty long title, i know lmao🤣 i plan on changing that to just 'Dear boy' but I'll let that be like that for now jagdgahgsg

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astranva · 3 years

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Falling Duet

Word Count: 2.4k

Category: Fluff but it’s so 🥺

Warning: Nothing

Request: harry dating singer!reader: he has to perform at some awards and he invites her to sing with him but no one else knows? love your writing🤧❤

Summary: You and Harry sing an unreleased version of Falling at an award show.

The lyrics used are of “Falling (other POV)” by THE cutie, Ally Naso 🤍

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**reposted bc tumblr is messing up the tags & nobody can view it. sigh.

It all started when a friend of yours had recorded you singing in your school’s bathroom during senior year.

7 years ago, you wouldn’t have believed it if somebody told you that you would be a 13-time Grammy nominated artist, as well as having 6 of that very award sitting on your shelf at your childhood home – one for Best Artist, and one for Album of the year.

You would have laughed even.

But it wasn’t a joke nor was it a dream you wished to never wake up from; it was as real as life could be.

You were successful in the industry and if any of your fans were asked, they would say that it was because of your immense talent and unproblematic, empathetic, kind character.

It was one of the many reasons why so many people on the internet had shipped you with a certain English man, him having been only 20 when you went viral and got signed.

A year into the industry, it was one day when you remember your Twitter notifications going crazy;

“HARRY STYLES JUST SAID HE LOVES YOUR MUSIC AND THINKS YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL”

“omg pls tell us you watched 1d’s interview with jimmy kimmel”

“IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING! CAN YOU PLEASE BE TOGETHER ALREADY???”

Looking back at that memory, you remember how you were a shaking and overwhelmed mess as you had clicked on the link everybody was sending you.

The video had begun with the audience cheering as the camera was on Jimmy and the 5 men near him.

And there he sat; in a black suit with a white shirt underneath, medium-length hair looking like he had run his fingers through many times, his hands clasped as he looked at Jimmy.

“Who’s most likely to let a woman split the band?” Jimmy had asked.

They had looked at each other, not answering for a moment before Niall chimed in with a laugh as he pointed at Harry, “Harry would let his celebrity crush do that.”

Harry rolled his eyes jokingly as his bandmates agreed and laughed, slapping his hands against his thighs in feigned annoyance.

“Who is that? Who’s your celebrity crush?”

“Just this talented person.” He had tried to smile his way through the question, but no one was having it.

“You know Y/N Y/L/N? She’s an amazing singer,” Louis told Jimmy.

“Y/N!” Jimmy beamed, “We had her on the show two weeks ago.”

“Yeah, he watched that.” Liam had gestured towards Harry.

Hiding his face in his hands for a moment, the audience cheered as his friends continued to laugh.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Jimmy asked Harry in a teasing manner.

Having had decided to get it over with, Harry nodded as he clasped his hands together again, “She’s very talented and beautiful.”

“Lovie, can you help me with the necklace? My nails are still drying.”

You looked up from your place on the couch, sitting in your long dress looking so beautiful that Harry had lost track of time of getting into his own suit because he was too busy giving you a photoshoot on his phone.

Standing up, you reached and clasped his necklace for him, dusting his shoulders to signal that you were done.

Turning, you were met with your boyfriend of 4 years beaming at you before he leaned to press his lips against yours.

“You look so good.” You smiled up at him, “So beautiful.”

“Have to try to catch up with how you look tonight,” he replied with a wide smile, “Nervous?”

“Not really.” You admitted.

Amusingly and completely and utterly in love, Harry tilted his head slightly, “Any reason why you’re not? You usually hate those.”

It was true. You didn’t really like award shows because of how tiresome all the process was; hair, makeup, dressing up, walking only to pause every second, the repeated questions you have been answering for years, how more judgmental the world was on nights like these.

But it was always when Harry was able to be by your side that you liked the night, and the tall man knew it, but he had always loved hearing you say it.

To feed his ego, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Because you’ll be there.”

“Music to my ears.” He joked, shaking his head slightly.

“Just feeding that already overfed ego of yours, baby.”

“Excuse you.” He pecked your lips, “Let me add food for Evie then we can leave.”

“I’ll do it, don’t mess up your nails.” You patted his chest before moving away to attend to your cat.

The fans and reporters all had anticipated the moment of yours and boyfriend’s arrival, and the both of you knew it.

You were fairly private with your relationship. While everyone knew you were together, the both of you didn’t always post about one another but when you did, it went viral – something you and Harry, shamelessly, enjoyed.

It was why during moments like this, everyone was eager. Reporters were hungry for content, all having different intentions, but you spend enough time in the industry and you sort of begin knowing what to say and how to say it.

Harry was scheduled to perform, something everyone knew of, but it was the fact that you were joining him not on the red carpet, but on stage that they didn’t.

Getting out of the car together, the screams and flashing lights were then doubled.

Harry closed the door behind you with a polite smile to the security standing. Bending a little, he adjusted your dress’s short train for you as you looked back at it before you looked up at him.

As if they weren’t snapping pictures like crazy yet, you reached and fixed Harry’s hair at the front, his eyes looking up with a smile as you did so.

“Thanks, love.”

With that, Harry placed his arm around your waist as you walked to the first spot on the red carpet.

“When was the last time we appeared together? They’re going mad.” You whispered, looking at Harry as he smiled to the cameras.

He chuckled, looking at you, “I think we deprive them too much.”

“Let’s give them enough content to last a year.”

Nobody but the both of you knew what you meant, and it was why the flashing lights and camera shutter sounds were then tripled the moment Harry’s lips were on yours in a soft kiss.

“Can we sign stuff?” You asked a woman standing on the sides, “Can we see the fans?”

When she nodded at you, you and Harry ignored posing for a few minutes to converse and meet fans.

“I love you and Harry so much!” One fan said shakily as you signed a paper for him.

“Thank yo- Hey! I saw you in Amsterdam last year, right?” You grinned.

And that was another thing not only your fans loved about you, but Harry, too.

You were no stranger to connections. You were no stranger to making people feel seen and treating them in a way that no fan expected to be treated – a friend, and you remember friends.

“Harry, do you think Y/N will win Songwriter of the Year?” A fan asked.

Harry shrugged with a smile, “I hope so but we all know she is anyway.” He waved his hand with a joking manner, making the closest fans laugh.

“What about you? Do you think you’ll win Artist of the Year?”

“I don’t know,” he smiled, “There are so many amazing artists. I wish them all the best.”

“He’s a humble man,” you teased, patting his shoulder, “We all know he is anyway.”

You were confused as they, Harry included, laughed in shock. “What?”

“He literally has just said the same thing about you.”

You laughed, looking at Harry, “Shut up, no way!”

“The both of you have been doing that for years.” One fan commented with a grin, “It’s adorable. It’s like telepathy or something.”

“Oh yeah, we are telepathic,” Harry nodded, “It gets a little scary sometimes.”

“Heeey!” You laughed, “It’s actually helpful. One of us would be just walking at home and we’d look at each other and know that the other just means something like “feed Evie” or “take out the trash””

“This is so cute!”

“Harry, what are you performing tonight?”

“You’ll find out in a bit.” He pointed.

Shortly, you and Harry had to take more pictures and do interviews before you were escorted inside.

It was the little moments that fans also lived for; how Harry held your hand as you sat so discreetly, how the both of you chatted and giggled among one another and those around you, how Harry fist-bumped the air the moment your name was called to receive your award of Songwriter of the Year before kissing you. It was how they knew this was real – how love wasn’t something you only listen people sing about or write novels for.

It was in how Harry’s eyes didn’t move from you as you gave your speech, a wide smile on his face and eyes resembling twinkling stars for crying out loud.

It was in how you ended your speech with: “This is to the man who has inspired and pushed me forward to write every single day. I love you.”

It was in how you looked more nervous than Harry himself when his category was called before you were the first to get out of your seat with a happy “yes!” once they announced that he won.

It was in how Harry cupped your face that moment to kiss you before walking to receive his award.

It was in how you remained standing, those behind you only smiling instead of being annoyed, with your hands clutched together against your heart, tearful eyes, and the brightest smile in the room.

“You’re going to tell me this is cheesy,” Harry chuckled slightly, giving a shrug as he looked at you, “But I wouldn’t be standing here, holding this, if it weren’t for you. I love you, too.”

But then Harry was about to perform and you weren’t in your seat.

The award show had decided to make a skit of it, the host being Miley had held her microphone as she stood in the empty isle beside yours and Harry’s empty seats.

“We know Harry Styles is performing in minutes,” she said, looking at the camera with a playful smile, “But where is Y/N Y/L/N? We know, we know,” she nodded, “Probably backstage for some extra good luck but-” people laughed, causing Miley to pause and chuckle, “But seriously, guys. There’s a show and it must go on.”

“It’s going on.” Harry said from backstage into his mic before the stage went dark.

It wasn’t until piano tunes sounded that the arena grew dim, a spotlight on the piano at the center of the stage where you sat, your fingers gentle against the keys as you played the beginning notes of Falling.

“I'm in my bed,

And you're not here

And there's no one to blame

But the drink in my wandering hands.” Harry sang as he came on stage, holding the mic in his hand before taking a seat beside you.

Everyone had expected him to sing the next verse, but it wasn’t his voice that they then heard.

“I'm in my bed

Instead of yours

Cried to sleep turned off all of lights and locked all of the doors.” You sang, eyes on the piano keys.

“Forget what I said

It's not what I meant

And I can't take it back

I can't unpack the baggage you left.” His eyes were on you, body turned slightly towards you as he felt like the both of you were in your living room in front of your white piano.

“I replay what you said

Don’t know if it’s true

Left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we could undo.” You sang, closing your eyes as you got ready for the chorus.

“What am I now? What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What am I now? What am I now?

Don’t want to cry ‘cause I can’t stand the sound

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

The both of you sang together, your voice being softer and quieter than Harry’s.

“What if I'm down?

What if I'm out?

What if I'm someone you won't talk about?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What if I'm down? What if I'm out?

What if you’re someone I can’t live without?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

It was a version nobody had heard before, and it was why everyone was quiet, the only sound coming from you, Harry, and your lone instrument.

It was something you had written together following a rough patch of your relationship, and everyone knew that it was more personal with the way the both of you sang.

When his eyes weren’t closed, Harry sang as he looked at you, and he knew that performing this song meant more to the both of you than anyone could imagine. One look at your face and Harry knew you were reliving the night of when the both of you had written this; eyes a little red from crying, bodies hot, Harry wearing a hoodie of yours while you sat in your underwear with his purple fluffy robe on.

“Can I do this alone without ever needing you again?”

“And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again.”

You both sang the bridge together, yours being shorter than Harry’s note as you carried a softer tone, closing your eyes as you played the piano, feeling your throat close up before gulping.

He knew.

It was why the final chorus was sung softer and quieter, Harry’s forehead resting against your temple for a moment as the both of you sang.

“I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.” Harry finished, putting his mic down as he stared at you with a small smile, watching you in your element as you played.

Managing to look at him as you played single soft notes, you sang, “I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.”

You played the end single notes, looking at Harry with tearful eyes and a bashful smile.

It was like you were unaware to the erupted cheer and round of applause, you threw your arms around Harry, feeling his arms wrap around you instantly.

Crying from the overwhelming emotions, you were thankful your mascara was waterproof. You called it.

“I love you,” Harry whispered in your ear, “I love you so much.”

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islesnucks · 3 years

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BACKUP BABYSITTERS - MAT BARZAL X READER

It's here! once again thank u @softbarzal for inspiring this

Word Count: 3.5 k

Warning: none

Summary: your date with Mat is cut short when a friend asks you to look after her daughter, but then he tags along

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“Please, please, please. I have to stay here for like 3 more hours and I already called the babysitter and she can’t stay longer. Just put on a movie and I promise she won’t cause any trouble.” your friend basically begged you from the other side of the phone.

“It’s not that I’m worried about taking care of her, I love spending time with her, but I’m in the middle of a date Lili.” you told her, turning your head to look at Mat who was sitting back on your table. He sent a small smirk your way, probably because he saw your furrowed brows.

“Shit I forgot that was today.” There was a long silence but you knew what was coming next. “Can’t you leave early? I know I’m asking a lot and I promise I’ll make it up to you.” You could sense the desperation in her tone and you knew she wouldn’t be asking this if it wasn’t really the only option, so there wasn’t much to think about. Even if it meant leaving Mat not even halfway into the date, you had to do it.

“Ok, sure tell the nanny I’ll be there in 15.” you said and heard Lili let out a deep sigh making you smile. Being a single mom wasn’t easy and if you could help your friend in any way you most surely would.

“You are the best. Seriously. Best human being in existence.”

“I know, I know. Now get back to work before they fire you.”

“Love you, bye.”

“Love you too.”

Mat watched you talk on the phone, intrigued but trying not to be noisy. It was clear to see you were in distress and that caused him to worry. Soon you were making you way back to the table. He felt a bit of deja vu seeing you walk to the table like you had done earlier that night when you arrived at the restaurant, gorgeous as ever, taking his breath away. Only that now instead of that beautiful smiled that would appear whenever you looked at him, you had a concerned look on your face, which only made him worry more. You were just trying to come up with a way of telling him you had to leave right now without it sounding like a lame excuse to dip.

“Is everything okay?” he asked as soon as you were next to him.

“Yeah, just a little change of plans.” you started to say, without taking your seat and grabbing your coat from behind it. “I have to leave, like right now.”

“What happened?” He was genuinely preoccupied which warmed your heart.

“Remember my friend Lili? The one that has a daughter of 5?” you asked and he nodded. You had told him about her on one of your first dates some weeks ago. “There was some problem at her office, she has to stay longer and the girl that babysits for her can’t stay the extra hours so she called me to see if I could go take care of little Amy...”

“And you said yes.” he finished the sentence for you.

“Yes. I’m sorry. I promise I’m not making this up.” you were quick to add making him chuckle. “I really was enjoying this but she’s my best friend and Amy is like a niece. I can’t not help her.”

“Don’t worry I totally get it. We can raincheck, no big deal.” he said grabbing your hand in a reassuring manner. “Do you have a ride?”

“No, but I’ll order an uber-”

“Don’t. I’ll give you a ride.” he quickly said standing up, not letting go of your hand.

“You really don’t have to-”

“I’ll take every extra bit of time I can get with you miss.” Your cheeks turned red at his comment and he smiled down at you, loving the effect he had on you.

After making your way to the counter and failing to convince Mat to split the check for the food you weren’t even able to finish, you walked to his car hand in hand.

On the ride low music played in the background as you made conversation and Mat took advantage of every single red light to sneak a kiss or two. However the ride was shorter than you would have wanted it, in a couple minutes you were in front of Lili’s house.

“I’ll walk you to the door.” he said taking off his seat belt. You open your mouth ready to tell him he didn’t have to, but before you could Mat added: “Don’t even try to stop me, every minute counts, remember?” He leaned in to give you a final peck on the lips and then rapidly left the car to go around and open the door for you.

“Such a gentleman.” you joked taking the hand he was offering.

“I try my best.”

He closed the door behind you and gently moved your hand so it would be wrapped around his arm as you walked up to the door. Once there you rang the bell and within the second the door was opening showing you a really stressed teenager.

“Hi you must be Y/N, right?” she asked, already putting on her coat and grabbing her backpack. You nodded. “Thank you for rushing here. I really wish I could stay but I have another kid I have to babysit. Please tell Lili I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t worry she gets it.” you tried to calm her down.

“Amy is in the living room-” she started to say only to be interrupted by the 5 year old suddenly appearing down the hallway. Her eyes went wide and she smiled as she ran down the hall screaming your name.

“Aunty Y/N!” she screamed before jumping into your arms. You couldn’t help but laugh, wrapping your arms around her and positioning her on your side, resting her weight on your hip. Mat was beaming beside you, eyes full of adoration as he watched the sweet exchange.

“How’s my favorite niece doing?”

“I’m your only niece.” she remarked making you and Mat laugh once again.

“You’re getting too smart.” you joked poking her side to make her giggle.

“She already ate but there’s some food on the fridge if you get hungry, and we were about to watch Frozen 2.” the babysitter said as she crossed the door, clearly on a rush to leave.

“Wait do you have a ride or something to get to your next house? It’s already too late to be walking outside alone. I can give you a ride if you need.” Mat said before the girl could leave. You looked at him, a bit surprised by his words but at the same time not at all since you knew how gentlemanly he could get. How he could go from behaving like a kid to an adult within a second still amazed you.

“Oh don’t worry I have my car, but thanks!” she replied, pulling out the keys to the car. “Bye Amy, see you tomorrow.” she added waving to the little girl.

“Bye!” Amy replied waving back to her. The three of you watched making sure the girl got back to get her car safely and once she was gone you closed the door and turned to look at Mat.

“That was such a dad thing to do considering she’s probably not that much younger than us” you teased him.

“I was being polite.”

“I know. I loved it.” you said giving him a wink and made your way to the living room before he could respond.

He watched you walk down the hall with the little girl in your arms and had to tell himself it was way too early in your relationship to start fantasizing about what your kids would look like, but that wasn’t enough to stop him from doing it.

“So we’re watching Frozen 2?” you asked Amy as you placed her on the couch and sat beside her.

“Who is he?” she asked referring to Mat, completely ignoring your question. You surely weren’t about to explain to a 5 year old the concept of dating and boyfriends. Plus you and Mat hadn’t talked about where your relationship stood, so you actually had to discover that yourself before telling the little girl. But as you looked for the right words Mat appeared on the living room and answered.

“I’m Mat. I’m a friend of your aunt.” he said followed by his best smile, but you could tell he was a bit nervous meeting the kid. Especially because he knew kids had no filter whatsoever so she was gonna say whatever came to her mind. He just hoped it was something good.

Amy looked him up and down, sword of examining him and Mat could have sworn he hadn’t felt that judged ever since his fitness test at the scouting years ago. You tried to hold in the giggles as you watched the grown man standing a bit awkwardly in front of you, being extremely intimidated by a 5 year old. Amy then scooted close to you and lifted herself on her knees putting her hands around her mouth and reaching your year to tell you a secret. Nevertheless she was still a loud young kid so what intended to sound like a whisper ended up being loud enough for anyone to hear.

“Is he the cute hockey player you and mom talked about?” she asked and your eyes went wide and face red. You looked at Amy surprised she had just said that and then looked at Mat, who was looking away pretending not to have heard that but the wicked smile on his face said he had.

“We really have to start being more careful with what we say around you.” you jokingly reprimanded her making her giggle. “But yes he is.”

Your eyes went to Mat after saying that, wanting to see his reaction. Proud smile and puffed out chest, it was clear to see he liked hearing that. Mat was a man that thrived on praise, everyone knew that, but he was happy just hearing that you talked about him with your friend. It made him feel important, like he was part of your life and he loved it. He had talked about you to everyone who was willing to hear really, he actually couldn’t shut up about you sometimes and that resulted in his friends teasing him constantly, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was that apparently you were as into the relationship as he was, that couldn’t make him happier.

Amy nodded and then seemed to think about something serious for a moment before turning back to Mat.

“Are you going to watch Frozen 2 with us?” she simply asked like it was the most casual thing ever. You started panicking a bit, heart raising on your chest. This was the first time Mat met someone from your life, it didn’t matter if it was a 5 year old girl who didn’t really understand what was going on. You didn’t want to rush things only to end up scaring him away like it had happened with other guys you’d dated.

“Well Amy, Mat has other things-” you started to explain to her, trying to get out of what could turn out to be a really awkward moment.

“If you aunty is okay with it, then sure I’d love to watch Frozen 2 with you.” he replied with the sweetest grin in his face, but you still feared he just felt some kind of obligation to stay because Amy was the one asking.

“That’s sweet Mat but you really don’t have to. I’m sure there are thousand things you’d like to do rather than watching a kids movie.”

“First of all, Frozen 2 rocks, I wanna watch it. Secondly for the third time tonight, everything I’m doing is because I want to not because I feel like I have to.” he reassured you, washing away once and for all any insecurity left in you. You smiled at him, biting your bottom lips in disbelief, wondering how you had gotten so lucky.

“Then I guess Mat is staying for movie night.” you told Amy and she stood on the couch and started clapping. “But I have to warn you, Mat eats all the popcorn.”

“That’s not true!” he replied, taking his hand to his chest in pretended offense.

“Ok Mat and I will go make some popcorn and you Amy go get your stuffed animals because we can’t watch a movie without them, right?” you said and Amy was instantly rushed to her room making both of you chuckle.

You stood up and grabbed Mats hand, dragging him across the house to the kitchen.

“Is Lili going to be fine with this? You know, she doesn’t know me and I’m hanging around her daughter, I don’t want you to get in any trouble.” Mat said leaning against the isle as you walked around the kitchen grabbing everything you needed for the popcorn.

“I’m like her second mother, Lili trusts me and I trust you to be around Amy so there won’t be any problem.” you told him as you put the bag on the microwave. Those words meant more to Mat that you would have guessed, you didn’t noticed but his cheeks went a bit red and he couldn't contain his smile. He couldn’t understand why you letting him into your life had such and effect on him, and he couldn’t quite put a name yet to the bubbling feeling you caused on him, but he would later realize it was love.

Soon you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist and his chest pressing against your back as he rested his chin in your shoulder.

“Thank you, it really means a lot.” he whispered into your ear, squeezing you a little. You knew the action was supposed to be cute, but his hot breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine.

“Could you be any more perfect?” you said turning around in his embrace to face him after turning on the microwave, being met with his all too familiar smug smile that made you roll your eyes and chuckle at the same time. He was about to reply something cocky surely, but you decided to erase that smile of his with a kiss.

You placed your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, as his hands stayed firmly in your waist. His lips fitted with yours in perfect rhythm, like it was meant to be. You wanted to deepen the kiss so badly but a voice inside your head kept on reminding you there was a really energetic, curious little girl around the house that run into the kitchen any second from now. And just as you were thinking that you heard her.

“I’m ready!” her voice traveled around the house from the living room to the kitchen, making you and Mat instantly stop kissing. There was a moment of silence and you looked at each other before you broke out in laughter.

“That’s our cue.” you said freeing yourself from Mat’s embrace. Then you opened the microwave to get the popcorn out as Mat handed you the bowl you had set aside earlier. As soon as you put the popcorn in said bowl Mat’s hand was reaching to grab some.

“Don’t.” You jokingly slapped his hand which made him look at you with furrowed brows. “It’s still hot, you’ll burn yourself.”

“I already kissed you and I’m fine so...” he said with the cheekiest smile, making you roll your eyes at the cheesy comment. Then grabbed some quickly taking it to his mouth, only to start groaning in pain one second later.

“I told you it was hot Mathew. I thought I’d be babysitting one 5-year-old today, not two.”

“I didn’t think it would be that hot-” he started to defend himself but was cut off.

“When are you coming?!” Amy shouted again.

“We’re going! We’re going!” you replied between giggles, grabbing the bowl with one hand and Mat with the other and making you way back to the living room.

When you made it to the room you found 2 stuffed animals carefully placed in the couch facing the tv and Amy next to them wrapped around the Frozen blanket you had gifted her not too long ago.

“I see you have everything ready.” you said placing the bowl on the coffee table.

“Mat sits next Sammy and Eddie.” she pointed out signaling Mat to sit between a stuffed dolphin and a cat, which he instantly did. “And aunty sits with Eddie and me.”

You bit your lip trying to hold in your laughter as you took your seat between your niece and the stuffed cat she had obviously placed there intentionally so you wouldn’t be next to Mat. But the moment he looked at you lifting his eyebrows in amusement a giggle escaped your lips.

“What’s funny?” Amy asked watching as the two of you exchanged looks.

“Nothing, nothing. Let’s watch the movie.” you replied, grabbing the control and starting the movie. Amy snuggled to your side and you could feel Mat’s arm behind your head as he stretched it on the back of the couch.

Within 20 minutes Amy was already asleep with her head in your chest and your left arm wrapped around her holding her close. That’s when you decided to put away the stuffed cat that served as a barrier. Mat looked at you confused, not wanting to do anything that could make the little girl dislike him.

“She’s asleep.” you whispered to him, he had been too focused on the movie to notice. “Sorry about Eddie the cat, she can be a little territorial.” you explained making Mat smile.

You tapped the new empty seat next to you signaling him to move closer and Mat scooted over to your side, placing his arm around you as you gently nestled into his side, trying not to wake Amy up.

“And sorry about tonight, I know this isn’t what you had planed.” you said turning you head to face him.

“Stop apologizing Y/N. I have you by my side, that’s all I need.” he told you and even though his face was barely visible, poorly lit only by the light emitted by the tv, you could see a certain spark in his eyes that showed you how honest he was being. “Also this movie is actually great.” he added, making you laugh.

“You’re earning a lot of points tonight Barzal.” you said stretching your neck to kiss him briefly before cuddling back to his side. He then placed a kiss on the top of your head and went back to watch the movie, which he was clearly enjoying.

Lili arrived at her house over an hour later. She wasn’t surprised when she opened the door to a completely silent house, expecting you to have put Amy to bed by then. However she was surprised when she walked into her living room only to find the three of you asleep on the couch.

Amy had changed position and now was laying on the couch, still wrapped in her blanket, with her head laying on your lap as your arm was placed over her. Mat and you hadn’t moved that much, his arm still wrapped around your shoulders and your head on his chest, but now his head was resting on top of yours, moving your hair a bit with every deep breath he took.

Lili smiled to herself as he took in the scene. This was actually the first time she had seen Mat in person, but she was not mad at all, she actually found it quite cute.

She carefully lifted her daughter in her arms, trying not to wake neither of you up. Amy’s arms instantly wrapped around her neck as she watched you unconsciously snuggle further into Mat’s chest now that Amy had left your side.

Needless to say you and Mat woke up the next morning really confused, not even remembering falling asleep the night before, and with terrible neck pain, but you woke up next to each other which was enough to make it a good morning.

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No Body, No Crime [2]

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!Peterkin!Reader

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Mentions of Drugs/Alcohol, Swearing, etc

Summary: Rafe is finding himself having trouble trusting Y/N, even after what she did for him.

A/N: Hello! This is the second chapter of No Body, No Crime. Please enjoy and, let me know if you’d like to be on the taglist! <3

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

The entire drive over to Topper's made you extremely nervous. Your stomach felt as if it was in a knot that couldn't be undone.

It only got worse when you began to recognize the scenery of Figure 8.

It was unusual of you to be so anxious.

Usually, you’re hyper-focused. You don’t have time to worry about all the possible things that could go wrong but, Rafe made you feel different.

Typically, the two of you would only interact in passing. Oftentimes in the kitchen at his house when you needed him to help you reach something on the top shelf.

Now, you’re about to see each other in a brand new light. Going from strangers to...

Honestly, you didn’t really know how to classify this blossoming relationship, considering it hasn’t started yet.

Turning a corner into a neighborhood, you recognized Topper's mansion almost immediately.

It was the second house on the right with pillars and a baby blue door. There were tiny American flags pitched in the yard with small lights showcasing their entrance.

There were so many cars parked on the street and in the driveway that it was nearly impossible for you to get close without clipping a vehicle.

Finding a good spot near the sidewalk, you emerged from your car, making sure to check that it was locked (a habit you learned from your mother).

Drawing closer to the front door, you spotted Rafe.

He was sitting ominously in a rocking chair on the porch, looking out into the yard.

"Hey." You called out. He broke from his intense gaze and glanced at you.

"Shit, I totally forgot that you were coming." He pinched the bridge of his nose, turning his head.

"Well, I'm here so.." You trailed off, taking a seat next to him.

Instantly, Rafe began to draw away from you. You noticed but refrained from commenting on it, not knowing what his problem was.

It wasn't long after that the tension started to fill the air. You’re usually the one keeping your distance from him, not vice versa.

“Are-Are you going to say anything?” You asked, nervously.

You had no idea what made his energy shift from the last time you spoke to him but, this wasn’t the same Rafe that you saw that afternoon.

“What do you want me to say?” He replied sharply, glancing over in your direction.

You were taken aback by him, “Rafe. You asked me to meet you here. I have no idea what the hell is going on. So, I just— I wanna know what’s happening.”

He froze, inhaling deeply. It was clear that he was searching for the right words to say that would get his message across.

“Y/N, I don’t trust you. You might be Sarah’s best friend but, you’re also the sheriffs' daughter.” His voice was cold and distant.

He genuinely viewed you as some kind of threat. Less than 7 hours ago, he was more than willing to rope you into whatever he had going on, and now, you’re just a burden to him.

You scoffed, “You seemed pretty happy to get your drugs back this afternoon. Was I the sheriffs' daughter then?”

“I stole from my mom, Rafe. That’s not something you just do for fun. Especially when you have a lot to lose on your end, okay. So, if I rat you out, I’m going down too.”

Guilt instantly flashed behind his blue eyes. It was evident as his features began to soften and he lowered his eyebrows.

He began to speak but, you cut him off, “Listen, Rafe, I don’t expect us to go out and get matching tattoos anytime soon but, we have to learn to trust each other, or else this thing isn’t going to work.”

He chuckled lightly, flashing you a crooked smile, “Yeah.” Rafe replied simply.

The loud booming of music coming from inside filled the silence.

“Didn’t you graduate high school yesterday?” Rafe asked, quirking his head to the side.

“Yeah... I-I did.” You replied, still surprised.

You weren’t valedictorian like your mother planned but, you were pretty damn close. Still, it wasn’t enough to satisfy Susan Peterkin so, you spent the entirety of graduation sulking.

You didn’t even get a chance to enjoy your High School graduation.

A sour taste formed in your mouth as your throat began to get tighter by the second.

Rafe noticed your sudden discomfort, “Well, you’re at a party. Why don’t you go inside and have fun? Celebrate the milestone.”

“You should celebrate too. I mean- finishing your first year of college.” You acknowledged, awkwardly trying to shift the conversation toward him.

“I took a gap year. Too many things to do and not enough time.” He shrugged.

You were so entranced by the way Rafe spoke. He wasn’t like you, who felt the need to give the deepest, most profound explanation for everything.

He was simple.

You liked simple.

Standing up, you extended your hand in his direction, “Come on,” you paused, grabbing him by the wrist, “We’re going inside.”

“No no no,” he protested, “I already told my friends I was leaving so,” Rafe resisted your grasp, staying firmly in his seat.

“I think we can handle Topper and Kelce.” You scoffed, giving him a playful look.

Rafe knit his eyebrows together, contemplating. It had already been an extremely long night. But, he was having a hard time pulling out the response from his chest.

"Shitttt," He drew out, "What the hell. It'd be nice to see you pull the stick out of your ass and relax."

Eyes lighting up and a smile tugging on your lips, you yanked on his wrist again. This time, he rose from the rocking chair, peering down at you, "Don't make me regret this, Peterkin."

"How could you possibly regret anything when you're with me?" You sent him a sly wink.

Twisting the front-door handle, you entered the Thorton household.

Your senses were instantly triggered. Your ears struggled to determine which was louder, the music or screaming of teenagers. Your eyes reacted to the fluorescent light projected on the ceiling.

The scent was absolutely putrid. Sweaty bodies and alcohol were not a good mixture, not under any circumstances.

"Ugh," Covering your nose with your right hand, you peered back at Rafe. He seemed completely fine.

This was normal for him.

Watching as he maneuvered around this situation with such ease inspired you.

Rafe was a complete mystery to you. Although with every interaction, he became less of a riddle, it was still a challenge trying to figure him out.

Abruptly, someone from behind you yelled, tearing you from your trance, "I said that you'd be back!"

Turning around, you saw Kelce and Topper making their way towards the two of you.

"Yeah, yeah," Rafe responded, playfully, drifting closer to his two friends.

A mere seconds later, Topper noticed you standing at a feeble 1 and a half feet shorter than Rafe.

"Holy shit," He gasped, "A-Are my eyes deceiving me, or is Y/N Peterkin at a party?"

This caught Kelce's attention and, he certainly couldn't resist making a sly comment, "How's your mom? Is she still 6 feet up the Pogues ass or....?"

Scoffing, you began to walk away but, something caught your shoulder.

"Listen, she's a bitch but, not as nearly as much as you think." Rafe defended.

You couldn't help but laugh, “Thanks.”

Yes, it was a shitty, backhanded compliment. But, it was coming from Rafe Cameron so, that's the best you're gonna get.

"Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it," Commented Kelce, turning his head to look around at the scenery.

“Rafe,” Topper paused, “Are you trying to get even more fucked up tonight?”

Glancing at Rafe, you noticed how tired he looked. Drooping eyes and hunched shoulders gave away how he was feeling.

“No, he has other priorities on his mind.” You chimed in.

“Ohhhhhhhh.” Kelce raised his eyebrows.

Wiggling two fingers between the two of you, “Are you guys....? You know?”

“Shut the fuck up, Kelce. You’re a goddamned idiot.” Rafe rolled his eyes, pushing his friend lightly.

“Relax. I’m not gonna swoop in on your girl. Just curious who you’re fucking this week.”

Glancing up at Rafe, he appeared extremely fed up with the current conversation.

“Come on, man,” Topper said, pulling Kelce by the shoulder, “Let’s leave these two alone. I’m sure they’ve got loads of shit to catch up on.”

The two walked out of the entryway, side by side, and floated right back into the epicenter of the party.

“Why do you do that?” You questioned, almost instantly.

Looking in your direction, he responded, “What are you talking about?”

Sighing, you began, “You willingly hang out with Dumb and Dumber,”

“You could be surrounded by people that are on the same intellectual level as you. Yet, you surround yourself with people like those 2 that are only interested in being so high that they can’t remember their name.”

Rafe shook his head, “It doesn’t matter.”

There he goes again. Being simple. Summing up everything he has to say in a mere 3 words.

"He deserves better than that." You thought but didn't say.

In your head, you could see Rafe walking away from the conversation and, you wanted him as close as possible (because you're not used to parties.... no other reason.... of course).

"This is stressing me out," You commented jokingly, running your hands through your hair.

If you weren't so hyperaware of your surroundings, you would've missed the way that Rafe was glancing at you.

He looked as if he was trying to decipher what was going on in your head.

“Come on.” He nodded his head in the direction of the living room (aka where 90% of the party-goers were).

You grinned slightly, “I was deprived of partying my entire 4 years of High School. I don’t think I should start now.”

You turned around and sat on the love seat in the Thornton entryway.

“You dragged me back in here so, the least you could do is sway your hips to some shitty music.”

“Maybe.” You smirked, teasing him.

“Alright, I’ll find Topper and Kelce. I’m sure they’ve got something interesting for me.” Rafe began to exit the room.

“Fine,” you rose from your seat immediately, catching his attention.

You shook your head in disapproval, “So manipulative.”

A smug look was plastered on Rafe’s face, “Yeah, well.... it worked.”

He shrugged and sent you a smirk.

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

You had never felt so free in your entire life.

It was surprising that such a wild atmosphere made you feel a sense of comfort and enjoyment, rather than fear and anxiety.

Maybe it was the fact that you clung to Rafe for the majority of the time.

He was such a social hotspot.

People of all ages and demographics were speaking to him. He kept the conversations brief and, it was clear that he wasn't very interested.

Nevertheless, he was dragged into a game of beer pong, and (with the help of Topper and Kelce) he agreed to play BUT, only if you did.

At first, you were hesitant, having no idea how to play but, there was something inside of you that hated the thought of saying no to Rafe.

You indulged him and decided to play, with the exception that you didn't drink, considering that you had to drive back home to the Cut.

It took a few tries for you to actually get the hang of things but, Rafe helped a lot.

He would often adjust your form, wrapping his arm around your waist and tugging you in another direction.

It made you nervous yet excited having him in such close proximity to you, whispering in your ear which direction to throw the ball.

Ultimately, the two of you ended up winning against Topper and Kelce (who were pissed that they lost to such an inexperienced player).

That was the beginning of the fun.

After that, you didn't feel the need to cling to Rafe as tight as you had been before.

You went off and had conversations with people that didn't go to your High School, which also meant they had no clue who your mother was.

You used to be extremely familiar with Figure 8 and you often found yourself missing it from time to time.

It was very nice to be able to surround yourself with people that weren't foaming at the mouth to run and tell your mother everything they saw.

It wasn't until you began to dance, swaying your hips to the beat that Rafe found you again.

"Y/N, I--I need a ride home." He began, speaking in a low but rushed tone.

"What?!" You yelled, not being able to hear him over the music.

You took a glance at him and, he looked horrible.

His eyes were extremely red and he reeked of alcohol and plenty of other illegal substances.

Not only that but, Rafe seemed extremely jittery. Almost as if something bad was going to happen if he didn't leave immediately.

Seeing the stress of the situation, you gripped Rafe by the arm and tugged him out of the hectic scene and into the nearest quiet room.

Finding a bathroom right before the kitchen, the two of you entered.

You sat him on the edge of the tub, crouching in front of him.

"Rafe," You paused, clutching the sides of his face, "Look at me. What's going on?"

Opening his eyes, he began to speak, "Please, just, please. Take me home." He buried his head into your shoulder.

You were stunned by his actions, having no idea what drug he took that made him act like that.

But, now was not the time to question Rafe, he needed your help and after all the progress the two of you made that evening, you weren't going to leave him behind.

"O-okay, okay. Yes, I'll take you home."

You stood up, continuing to hold his arm, afraid that he'd fall back into the tub.

"Rafe, can you stand? Can you walk?" You asked.

He nodded then rose, towering over you.

"Here," You directed him towards the sink, "Splash some cold water onto your face, okay?"

He did as you told him, gathering a scoop of water in his palms and splattered it onto his face.

After, he seemed slightly more coherent but, not nearly enough.

The two of you emerged from the bathroom. You were still clung to his arm, leading him in the direction of the exit.

Once, you left the inside of the house, you were bombarded with cars from all angles.

It then hit you that you had to park on the street.

As you led Rafe down the infinitely long driveway, you cursed in your head, upset at the universe for making you work against gravity in order to keep him from face-planting.

Finally, making it to your car, you reached in your pocket and unlocked it.

Opening the door to the passenger's side, you plopped Rafe in the seat and buckled him in.

You ran around the front of the car, trying to get back to Rafe as soon as possible.

"Rafe, do you have everything? Your phone, wallet, keys?"

"Mhm." He replied, setting his head on the back of the seat.

With that, you took one last glance at Rafe and put the car in drive.

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

Pulling into the driveway, you noticed that the Cameron household was quiet.

The only light coming from inside was the glare of the TV from Wheezie's room.

"Rafe, we're here." You said, shaking him. He had fallen asleep seconds after you started driving.

He didn't waste any time getting out of the car. Unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door, he headed in the direction of the garage.

As he approached, it opened.

"I know they're rich but, damn, motion detected garage?" You commented, continuing to watch, making sure Rafe made it inside safely.

It wasn't until you started saw him stop that you noticed a figure standing in front of him.

It was Ward Cameron.

"Shit."

You knew Ward was going to give Rafe crap for staying out late, partying so, the least you could do was try and cover for him.

Emerging from your car, you walked towards the garage.

"Rafe, I need you to do it, okay? I don't want Sarah getting involved-" You caught the end of what Ward was saying before he stopped.

"Y/N!" He greeted, a smile on his face.

"Hey, Mr.Cameron." You waved awkwardly, sending a forced smile.

"Thank you so much for bringing this one home," He grabbed Rafe by the shoulder, pulling him into a side hug.

"No problem! I just needed his help with some things. The least I could do was take him home." You replied.

"Yeah, yeah," Ward nodded his head, looking back at the door.

"Listen, Y/N, thanks for putting in a good word with your mom. We really appreciate it."

"I'm sorry?" You knit your eyebrows in confusion.

"I got a call from the station today saying the charges against Rafe had been dropped. All of us are so thrilled that we can resume a normal life and move past this." He placed a hand on his chest.

You had no idea what he was talking about. Your mom wasn't home yet. There was no way she could've seen the drugs had been taken from her safe yet.

But, you had to play it cool, not wanting Ward to ask any questions "Sure, sure." you answered.

"Okay, welp," He paused, "Have a nice night, Y/N. Come by tomorrow and see us." Ward finished, hurridly.

With that, he turned around swiftly and went back inside his house, through the garage door.

That entire interaction was odd. You had never seen Ward act so tense.

Also, you couldn't help but wonder what was so urgent that Sarah couldn't do?

It had been less than 24 hours and, you're already wrapped up in things you couldn't begin to comprehend.

"I need to sleep."

Walking back to your car, you entered the driver's seat.

Putting the car in reverse, you exited the Cameron house and began your journey back to the Cut.

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lifewithdavefarts · 3 years

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DaveFarts - Episode 7 “The Noisy Roommate” [Episode List] Tim spends the night at Dave’s house and they have to share the latter’s full-sized bed. As they go to sleep, Dave soon makes sure that it’s gonna be a noisy night.

The episode is inspired by TheFartingWolf’s video/premise of the same name. I had a similar idea sometime ago but I figured I could just combine my story and the video for, I don’t know, a real 4D experience? With that said, I’m ready to delete this story should TheFartingWolf want me to do so.

Also keep in mind that this is not a story about the IRL person who made the video linked above, but rather two fictional characters.

The Noisy Roommate

“Thanks for having me over, bro.” I thanked Dave, while rummaging through my backpack.

This was not the first time I slept at Dave’s house of course, not even the first during our 20s, but this time it truly was a last-second solution. This is not like the shower emergency from sometime ago, though water is involved again somehow.

“No problem dude. I needed someone to help me finish this case of beer anyway.” he said, cracking one open and throwing the can at me, which I managed to catch.

“Always up for it.” and I took a long sip of that cold nectar.

“I’m sorry you almost drowned.” he joked.

“Yeah it was terrible.” I played along.

Truth is that some pipe in my house literally exploded and water flooded the entire apartment. It’s not as bad as it sounds: the leak was already fixed but I still needed a place to stay for the night. I didn’t even have time to call anyone as Dave simply showed up at my place and drove me here.

We sat on the couch to watch some bad movie as we kept chatting about some random stuff and having beer. We were both dressed casually, Dave sporting a pair of grey shorts and a black t-shirt, outfits that doubled as our pajamas, even though Dave was probably gonna sleep shirtless as he usually does.

And again, as usual, I felt some familiar vibrations going through the couch. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

“Straight to the point, I see.” I commented.

He laughed and slightly leaned, ripping the rest of the 7-seconds rip towards me, without the couch muffling the sound now. I always appreciate how my bud is so casual about my kink and that fart, needless to say, was impressive, despite being “small” for my bro’s incredibly high standards. Also, he basically almost always farted like this even before he knew about my fetish which, again, led me to appreciate more how his attitude towards me didn’t change at all -and he knows very well the “side effects” his blasts give me.

I pitched a tent in my own shorts but I managed to hide it by adjusting my position, crossing my legs. Whether Dave noticed that or not was irrelevant, as he kept ripping a couple of more loud toots.

We resumed watching the TV for like one hour until we both decided it was time to turn into corpses for the rest of the night, so we went upstairs, the beers making us a bit dizzy but nothing serious.

I was familiar with Dave’s house so I headed directly to the guest room, my bud right behind me.

I stepped into the dark room, turned the light on, and I saw it, staring at me from the bed.

Brave Dave was the first one to run away, pulling me outside of the guest room as I hastily shut the door. Team work!

“Okay, Tim. Were you cursed or something?” he asked.

On the bed we both just saw a huge spider, the biggest we’ve ever seen in real life. While we’re not properly arachnophobic, it’s not like *we like* sleeping with spiders hanging around.

We were both manly adult men and so we were both very afraid of the eight-legged monster sneaking out to murder us in our sleep, or simply existing, so the two of us rushed to the kitchen and came back with tons of duct tape to block up every nook and cranny of the guest room door.

“Alright.” I said. “I’ll just use the couch downstairs.”

“Nah bro.” Dave commented. “My bed’s full-sized. You can join me.” and he walked towards his room.

I needed some time to process what he just said. Me and Dave shared a bed many times but that was always before I came out to him. I wonder how-

“Look, I hate to interrupt your inner monologue about self-pity and all” he said, kind of annoyed. “But can we just for once skip your awkward bullshit and head to bed? Thanks.” and then disappeared into his room.

I chuckled a bit as I realized how “formulaic” I was being lately when he more than once proved to me that he had no issues with me, so I followed him.

The bedroom was dimly lit and he was already lying on his side of the bed, shirtless, showing off some mild pecs and an overall nice-looking figure.

“I gotta warn you: I’m a screamer in bed.” I jokingly said, lying down on my side of the bed, just by the window.

“Oh yesss, scream harder, daddy.” he played along, laughing.

We were both lying down, mindlessly scrolling stuff on our smartphones and reading articles. That only lasted a couple of minutes.

“Well, time for your goodnight kiss” Dave announced, quickly wrapping his legs around me and planting his butt in grey shorts in my face.

I was still lying down as the fart erupted, almost making me deaf for how loud it was, so up close and personal. I couldn’t see the ceiling very well as Dave’s hairy legs mostly obstructed the view. The blast didn’t even smell that much, which made me assume it was on command rather than fully natural; not that it didn’t stink at all of course.

The beer-powered fart lasted about 10 seconds. He wiggled his ass on my face a bit and then let me go/breathe. “I thought you were a screamer.” he teased and went back on his side of the bed, which almost looked queen-sized.

I didn’t say anything and I simply turned my back to him, trying to be annoyed and failing miserably, feeling a faint scent in my nostrils every time I breathed.

“Looks like there’s a leak in my house as well.” he said, right before ripping another thunderous blast, this time far from me. I tried to ignore that, but I still pitched a tent anyway. I didn’t even turn around: I’m not going to let the teaser win!

After a couple of minutes, Dave turned the lights off and the room fell into darkness, the only source of light being a digital alarm clock inches from my face. 1:34 AM, not as late as I thought, but my body didn’t care and I fell asleep almost immediately.

2:44 AM I hear a loud noise and I woke up, only opening my eyes, the alarm clock greeting my sight in a room of pure darkness. Took me a couple of moments to realize that, of course, it was Dave farting, this time in his sleep. I turned around, noticing Dave’s grey pants as my eyes adjusted to the dark.

3:01 AM I was almost asleep as another fart snapped me back to reality, this time even louder. Again I instinctively turned around and stared at my bud’s butt as the blast erupted. Those felt very airy and pretty much odourless I think. I thought whether I should wake him up but I didn’t want him to think that I was listening to his sleep-farting, which is literally what I was doing sadly.

At this point I was playing the jump-rope between being asleep and awake, every time fully waking up because of Dave farting like crazy. After many farts, the blast at 3:59 AM felt particularly powerful and “meaty”, which made me look again at my friend’s butt, somehow noticing his pants moving because of the air being blasted out. A powerful rip that lasted around 11 seconds I believe. Was I dreaming? Similar farts then followed.

4:59 AM This one almost scared me as when I thought it was over it instead became louder and louder, as if it was a train passing nearby. It had a great sound and flow, one of the best I ever heard from my bro.

5:32 AM Another peak in farting activity. Falling asleep at this point was impossible. Each moment of silence was just the quiet before the storm and I completely gave up on the idea of resting that night.

6:21 AM This one was so loud and powerful that even Dave woke up for a moment. He simply sighed in relief though, but when even the farter wakes up, you know the fart was incredible.

6:36 AM A similar blast greeted the first lights of the dawn.

Even more powerful rips were heard at 7:16 AM and 7:33 AM. At around 8:01 AM, Dave finally woke up by himself, one of his loudest farts acting as natural alarm clock.

That was a long night and as I heard Dave going downstairs to do his morning routine, I figured it was finally time to catch up some sleep, but ironically enough the silence made it more difficult as I was now so used to his blasts that they felt like white noise, fetish or not.

That teasing bastard won and wasn’t even done.

After merely 30 minutes, I heard him jump on the bed. I was facing the window, pretending to be asleep, but I knew he was standing on the bed, towering over me.

“Rise and shine, roommate!”

He squatted over my head, still sporting those grey shorts, and ripped a huge, loud and proud natural morning fart all over my face. I’m kind of glad I was already awake, ‘cause I would have been scared to death by that gas thunder. Where was all of this gas coming from? How was he not done?

I screamed, annoyed, and pushed him on his side of the bed, my hands touching his still-farting ass, the stench being this time unbearable. I heard him laugh like an idiot as he lied next to me, keeping one of his legs up as he finished ripping that loud, long fart.

“So you are a screamer!” he joked.

“And you fart in your sleep.” I replied.

“As if you’d mind me doing that.”

Whether he was aware or not of what happened during the night, Dave was as usual so comfortable around me that he just didn’t care and it was all just a big gassy prank for him. So I just lied there, awake, chatting with my bud about my house looking like Venice, so tired and so exhausted that I didn’t even bother about the spider staring back at us from the ceiling.

End of Episode 7

#fart story #eproctophilia #fartkink #davefarts2 #gayfart #malefarts

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ starting prompt: “were you ever going to tell me?”

♡ pairing: dick grayson (S1 YJ Robin) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “take a ride up to Malibu, I just wanna sit and look at you, look at you. what would it matter if your friends knew? who cares what other people say anyway.”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

both you and Dick walked out of Gotham Academy, laughing at some stupid joke he made as the two of you walked to the nearest coffee shop. the two of you religiously bought coffee and hung out every Thursday after school until it was time to head home.

you and Dick, unknown to each other9, had commitments to the YJ team and usually had to meet the team later in the night and today happened to be one of those days.

you really weren’t in the mood to go out for a patrol tonight but on Saturday, you had accepted to be Dick’s date to the winter formal Gotham Academy was holding and you had to excuse yourself from patrolling duties for the night.

you knew Diana would have no issue in you missing for one night but the team on the other hand would probably throw a fit for it.

whenever there was time to lounge around, you usually hid behind a domino mask and a beanie to cover your hair. your uniform on the other hand was very much like Wally’s. it pulled over your head and covered some of your face and most of your hair so it went unnoticed by everyone.

you were very similar to Robin in that aspect. the two of you hid your identities extremely well and no one outside of your mentors knew who you truly were. Wonder Woman had especially emphasized that a kid still in school should not reveal their real identity and if you wanted to once you turned 18, you could, but until then, she made you swear to never reveal who you were.

“what has you in such deep thought?” Dick asked, giving you a smile. you shook your head, “nothing. just stuff with school,” you replied. Dick had saw the bruises and cuts on your legs that you tried to hide, “you have more bruises?” he asked.

“I told you my MMA training went hard last night,” you exclaimed, “I had a partner that was double my size and she nearly wanted to kill me,” you tried to joke.

you could tell that Dick wasn’t believing what you were saying, “but you shouldn’t be the one to talk! you have a gash running down your arm! don’t think I didn’t notice,” you retaliated. he immediately tried to explain himself, “acrobatics is an intense hobby!” he replied.

you gave him a look before shoving him playfully onto the grass. Dick pushed you back as the two of you finally arrived to the coffee shop. you put your bag down in the booth before meeting Dick at the line.

“just be careful! those cuts and bruises look intense,” he said a bit more seriously. you squeezed his arm in agreement, “of course but same goes for you. the gash on your arm looks pretty deep,” you stated, running your finger on the now healing gash.

he paid for both of your drinks and the two of you made your way to the booth and took out your books.

you had befriended Dick when he first arrived to Gotham Academy. since he was the adopted son to Bruce Wayne, everyone wanted to befriend the son of the man who ran Gotham with an iron fist. you on the other hand had to befriend him because you were the captain of the Mathlete’s team.

that was the club Dick first wanted to join and although he didn’t know exactly how to join, he saw that you were in his AP Calc BC class and saw the jacket you carried around with the medals you on won on it. he quietly followed you to the auditorium that day and scooped out the team before embarrassingly introducing him and explaining why he wanted to join.

you instantly clicked with him and tried him out for the team for a few days when you realized that he was probably the second smartest on the team. he won a plaque on his first round of tournaments and gained honoree status not long after.

“god, I feel like Brunner is killing us with the amount of work he’s giving us,” you growled into your textbook, “does he not realize that people have lives and jobs?” you continued to complain.

Dick shook his head, “not like he cares. he’s just a bitter old man who wants to make us suffer,” he admitted. you laughed, accidentally choking on your coffee by the comment, “it’s true! he knows everyone is excited about the formal so he probably piled on work to make us suffer,” Dick continued.

you threw him your paper as he quickly dodged it. the two of you worked through the worksheets until you felt your communicator go off. you discreetly looked down and saw that Kaldur was calling everyone to Mount Justice for a new mission.

“hey Dick, I have to go,” you admitted a bit sadly, “my mom wants me home to babysit my niece and she needs me home in a few minutes.” Dick nodded understandingly, “yeah, Bruce seems like he needs me home too. see you tomorrow?” he asked, “of course!”

the two of you practically darted in different directions as you ran to the nearest zeta tube location. it was inside of an old building as you quickly discarded your uniform, putting it inside of your bag as you pulled on your other uniform.

as soon as you arrived to Mount Justice, you saw everyone crowding around the table that Red Tornado was explaining the mission at. you stood next to Kaldur and Connor, flashing them an ‘i’m sorry for being really late’ smile. Kaldur patted your shoulder as the table shut off after the instructions were finished.

“so, the pairs are, Wally, Artemis and I, Connor and M’Gann, and ( your name ) with Robin,” Kaldur explained, “since both of you know Gotham Academy well, the two of you will be patrolling inside the school while Connor and M’gann gather the information we need from the teacher.”

you and Robin high-fived, quickly getting on the motorcycles and racing towards the school. you weren’t particularly close with Robin but when the two of you were a team, it was nearly impossible to stop the two of you. the chemistry when you both fought together didn’t go unnoticed by anyone and Kaldur tended to pair you up together when he knew Wally and Robin would goof off the whole time.

“so, you go to Gotham Academy?” Robin asked. you nodded, “I do! I had no idea you went there,” you replied, “I wonder if we’ve ever met each other,” Robin joked.

you gave him a look, “please, I doubt it. I get the sense that you’d probably be really popular and I am the farthest from that,” you admitted. Robin gave you a look, “trust me, I am not popular. are you in any clubs?” Robin asked.

a part of you screamed to tell him but another part of you told you no, “I am but for the sake of keeping my identity a secret, I would rather not say,” you said empathetically. Robin waved your off, “no, I completely understand. the Bat would kill me if he found out someone knew who I was,” you couldn’t help but laugh, “yeah, Wonder Woman would lasso me into another dimension if I did the same.”

once the two of you parked your motorcycles into the parking lot and sneaked your way inside. you both landed by the auditorium and started to walk around.

the patrolling went by with mild conversation. since you had to inform Kaldur about both of you coordinates every few minutes, that was probably the only time you spoke up. it wasn’t until you passed the glass shelves that held all of the Mathlete trophies that you made a sudden stop.

“do you know someone on the team?” Robin asked, gulping his nervousness down a bit. “yeah, I have two friends on the team. one of which I think I like,” you admitted sheepishly.

Robin gave you a smirk, “oh, tell me! tell me! I want to know!” he exclaimed excitedly. you shoved him against the wall, “no! because if you know him? then you’re going to tell him!” you whisper-yelled. Robin waved you off, basically begging you to tell him, “fine, if I tell you then you’re going to have to swear that you’ll never tell him,” you stated.

he nodded as you discreetly opened the glass door and took the photo out, “it’s Dick Grayson. he’s so....” you trailed off not knowing to what to say as you stared at the photo mesmerized. Robin remained silent, standing as stiff as a board, “really?” he whispered.

“yeah, is that an issue?” you asked, a bit surprised by his reaction, “no, not at all. plus, I can’t even lie, the person I’ve been dying to ask out is also on the team,” your eyebrows fluttered to confusion as stared at him, “I told you who my crush is so it’s only fair you tell me!” you said.

Robin shook his head no, “AH! nope! you’re telling me! I told you my crush on Dick and now you have to tell me! plus, I didn’t know you were gay,” you said off-handedly. Robin stared at you now in more confusion, “I’m not? not that there would be an issue with that if I was but regardless, where did you get that idea?” he asked.

you held back your laugh, “I mean, the team is mostly guys unless you have a crush on her,” you pointed to yourself jokingly. Robin didn’t say anything as the silence basically answered your question, “wait, do you have a crush on her?” you asked a bit more seriously now.

“yeah, it’s her. she’s in a few of my classes and my god, she’s gorgeous,” he said “everything I look in for a girl.” your heart stopped dead in it’s tracks as Robin’s communicator went off indicating that Connor and M’Gann got what they needed.

you hadn’t said much after Robin had confessed his crush to you. you had no idea that it was going to be you who he was and although now you were dying to know his true identity, you knew you shouldn’t even bother with it. plus, Robin probably felt the same way you did when you confessed your crush on Dick.

after all of you told Red Tornado the information, you quickly departed from the team, telling them you had to be up at 6:00 to get ready for school. Robin could tell that after he admitted his crush to you, you felt a certain way about it but if anything, he should be the one weirded out. you had a crush on him! but considering your identity was sealed shut, he would never know who it really was that liked him unless he figured out your true identity.

the next morning, you woke up and put on your uniform as you ran your fingers over the burgundy colored gown you were wearing tomorrow. you were beyond excited to be Dick’s date to the formal and you had to be at his place at five to catch dinner before the dance.

once you made it to school, you greeted Dick with a smile, “mornin’ Grayson!” you said happily. he responded by putting his arm around you with the same amount of excitement you had, “what has you so excited today?” he asked.

“nothing! just something you shouldn’t worry about! how was your night?” you asked. you felt Dick’s body go stiff as he tried to conjure up some lie, “fine! Bruce had me doing some work for Wayne Enterprises and it practically put me into the grave,” he joked.

the two of you walked to your math class, slumping immediately into your seats as the morning announcements went off. you were doodling in your notebook as Dick kept muttering to himself about something you couldn’t quiet understand.

throughout the entire day, you could sense that Dick’s attention was not exactly spot on. his mind seemed to be on cloud nine and once the end of the day came, he had a bunch of theories written inside of his notebook about ( your hero name ) and who could she possibly be.

“Dick, you’ve been off all day!” you said now a bit annoyed, “is something wrong?” you asked again. he shook his head no, “no, I’m more than okay! just excited about tomorrow is all,” he replied. you nodded, “me too! I’ll be at your house around five so we can eat dinner and head to the dance,” you mentioned as you saw your mom pull up.

“see ya tomorrow!” Dick exclaimed.

first thing Saturday morning, your mom shook you awake. she said that your stylist would be here any minute to get your hair/makeup done and you needed to shower before then.

you quickly hopped into the shower while you pulled on some pajamas for the time being. as soon as you got out, you brushed your hair and teeth before walking to the living room to see the stylist preparing her things on the kitchen table.

“ready love?” she asked sweetly. you nodded, “ready as ever!” you replied as you sat down.

the time she did your hair, you were making small talk until you heard a knock on the door. your mom mentioned she’d get it and went to the door. when she got back, she was holding a bag of food.

“I think Dick sent you food,” she joked as she read the note, “oh yeah, it was 100% him,” she said as she showed you the note.

“can’t wait for tonight! your favorite from Scouts is inside of the boxes.”

“aw, how sweet of him!” your stylist said, “yeah, he’s one of a kind,” you said not realizing what you were saying. your mom could see the love for him in your eyes and swooned silently.

after your hair was done, you had basically devoured the food before your stylist got to work on your makeup. this time, it didn’t take as much time. by the time she finished, you had about an hour to put on your dress and do the finishing touches to your look before you had to leave.

the dress was short from the front as it got longer from the back. it kind of dragged but that was what made you fall in love with it in the first place. you pulled the dress from your closet and had your mom help you zip it up as she put on the necklace she wore the day of her winter formal on you.

“you look amazing sweety! let me take a few photos before we head out!”

you rolled your eyes playfully as you posed a few times. after you and her got into the car, you made your way to the manor. you had been there countless times and knew the gate code by memory by this point. you had messaged Dick that you were outside and saw him in the suit he was wearing.

“wow, you look gorgeous,” Dick whispered, taking you in. you tried to shake off the compliment but you couldn’t as both Alfred and your mom told you to hold still as they took photos. it wasn’t long after that Bruce came out, introducing himself to your mom and instantly making her swoon, “I’ll see you tonight,” she told you as she gave Dick a look, “take care of my daughter,” she stated, now more seriously.

Dick nodded nervously as Alfred led you into the dining room where the dinner was plated and ready to eat. it didn’t feel like a date as eating with Dick was not uncommon. this time, you both were just dressed extremely fancy.

Alfred had made you steak and the two of you basically downed it like starving caveman. you and Dick made sure that you didn’t stain yourselves as Alfred informed that the car was warmed up and ready to take you to the dance. Dick had excused himself to the bathroom as Bruce stood in front of you.

you gulped nervously as he basically towered over you, “please continue making my son happy,” was all he said before leaving back upstairs. you didn’t even get a chance to respond as Dick walked in and basically pulled you towards the car.

the formal was already going when the two of you arrived. you could hear the music blaring from outside and in order to get in, you had to pass the ‘paparazzi’ Gotham Academy set up. you two annoyingly took the photos that were being taken by people from the yearbook team and entered the auditorium.

you smiled at Dick as you both found a few of your mutual friends and sat down with them. the night was one you knew you weren’t going to forget as Dick had his arm around you the entire time. you could feel him squeezing your shoulder every time he noticed someone checking you out.

“I love this song!” you exclaimed, hearing ‘New Light’ by John Mayer playing, “wanna dance?” he asked. you instantly nodded and walked onto the dance floor.

“Oh I want a take two. I wanna break through. I wanna know the real thing about you so I can see you in a new light.”

the two of you danced, a bit closer than you intended but not that you were complaining.

song after song came and it wasn’t until you heard a beep going off when you realized what was happening. it was the teams communicator indicating that Kaldur wanted everyone at Mount Justice again. you sighed knowing if you didn’t answer, you’d probably get berated for skipping out.

secondly, you had told Kaldur unless it was an emergency, not to contact you so it must’ve been urgent if he was. you stared at Dick who was standing by the table, staring at something when you realized you had to break the news to him.

“hey Dick, there was an emergency at home and I need to leave like right now.” you felt tears pricking your eyes as you just wanted to tell the team to fuck off for ruining your night with Dick, “it’s okay! Bruce called me just now and said something happened to Alfred and I should head home,” he said.

you sighed in relief as you told him you hoped everything with Alfred was okay and you’d see him on Monday. it now had dawned on you that your spare uniform was inside of Mount Justice and you would have no time to get the one from your house.

the only thing you had on you was your domino mask which you knew would make due until you changed into your uniform. you found the nearest zeta tube and teleported to Mount Justice.

your hero name rang off through the telecom, catching everyone’s attention. you had slipped on your domino mask but your worst fear thus far came true. everyone was surrounding the zeta tube which you came from and saw your hair.

“wow, you look great,” Connor and Wally murmured to themselves. Kaldur slapped them in the head as he stared at your apologetically, “I know tonight was your night off but Rob isn’t here either and we both need you for this mission. some of the league is on their way and we need their approval before we go save the kids who are being held hostage,” Kaldur explained.

you heard Robin’s name ring through the lair as he ran in with urgency. you looked from Kaldur and stopped dead in your tracks when you saw him. it took Robin a few seconds to look at you but when he did, it was like he saw a ghost in front of him.

behind his sunglass and your domino mask, it was like a stare off. you felt like the wind was knocked out of you and held onto the table to catch your balance as Robin just stood in place.

“uh is something wrong?” Wally asked seeing your reactions. both you and Robin were stunned into silence as you didn’t know what to say. Batman, Wonder Woman, and Superman’s name now rang through the lair as they entered the main floor.

they couldn’t help but wonder what was going on as a thick silence was hanging in the air. both Batman and Wonder Woman immediately realized the situation and looked at each other as they put two and two together. the two of you, unintentionally revealed your identities to each other, and Batman more than Wonder Woman knew the two of you were going to be together tonight but what he didn’t expect was that the two of you were going to the lair dressed in the outfits you both wore to the dance.

“Superman will accompany you on the trip. ( your hero name ) and Robin will stay back,” everyone looked at Batman as Wonder Woman nodded and grabbed you by the shoulder, Batman doing the same with Robin, “why? what happened?” Wally exclaimed.

“nothing that concerns you Flash, now follow Superman’s orders,” was all Batman said before taking you two into an empty room with Diana following behind you.

as soon as the door shut, you stared at Dick, his mask now off as you did the same. you didn’t know how to feel. your crush, your best friend, someone you loved dearly this entire time was also on the team and you had no idea what to do.

“so, as you can see we have a situation. both of you know each others identities and it’s best we keep it between each other. she now knows my real identity and will remain the only one who does know.”

Diana nodded, “the two of you now hold each others biggest secret and I think it’s best we both leave so you can talk it out,” she mentioned as she escorted Batman out of the room to leave you guys alone.

Dick stared at you as he tried to read your expression, “all this time we left each other for stupid reasons, we were meeting each other again, just in our different identities?” was what he said. you nodded, “were you ever going to tell me?” you whispered.

Dick walked up to you and held you close, “truthfully, when the time was right and with the bat’s approval, I was. everything I’ve ever said, tonight, the night we patrolled school together, everything! I meant it. you’re my best friend. you’re also someone I want to keep by my side together,” he finally confessed.

you stared up at Dick before doing the one thing you always wanted to do. you leaned up and kissed him deeply. he was completely taken back but kissed you back. your arms wrapped his neck as he brought you in even closer.

“wow, this was not how I expected the night to go,” you murmured against his lips, “for sure but I mean, we have the lair tonight and it’s completely empty. I want to give you that final dance of the night,” he said as he grabbed your hand and led you to the main floor again.

you stared at Dick and took his hand as he swayed you to the song you first danced back at the formal.

“take a ride up to Malibu, I just wanna sit and look at you, look at you. what would it matter if your friends knew? who cares what other people say anyway.”

#dc #DC imagines #dc imagine #young justice #young justice imagine #yj imagines #dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #robin imagine #robin x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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we’re not engaged T.H.

wc: 1.5k

ariana grande!reader tells the world tom and her aren’t engaged

(fluff)

She couldn't have been happier. She was practically glowing, only she wasn't pregnant. Just married.

Y/N and Tom had dated for two and a half years before Tom proposed. Announcing it on their social medias months later had erupted in millions of 'congrats!' and 'very happy for you two!"'s. The couple had announced their big step a few months after Tom popped the question, so the wedding was well on its way already.

It wasn't a stereotypical wedding. On the contrary, it was quite small; only their closest friends & family members attended the private wedding venue. Paparazzi hadn't suspected a thing, and neither had the fans.

It had been three months since the wedding, and Y/N was attending her first interview since before it. She was releasing an album in about a month, so there was much to catch up on.

Tom and her agreed that if they were asked about marriage, then they would be honest, but they hoped to not go purposefully raise attention.

"Y/N, welcome back! It's been what- a year?" Zach, the host, said.

There was a group of fans sitting on the floor in bean bags and big cushions, right in front of the couch that Y/N and Zach were seated on, microphones propped up in front of them.

"Uh-" she laughed. "Yeah, yeah I think so." She was sitting cross-legged, her hands in her lap and underneath the blanket that was covering her. She wasn't really hiding the ring sitting on her left hand, but she wore an over-sized hoodie (which was really just Tom's) so she would have sweater-paws in case.

Y/N went on to answer each question, her answers three times as long as what was asked. The fans had respectable comments and questions as well -- joining in only when it was appropriate.

"What was the hardest song to write?"

"I think.." Y/N's right pointer finger was pointed out as she leaned on her hand in thought. "I think "ghostin.'"

"Why's that?" Zach asked.

Instead of answering, Y/N used both her hands to gesture a pushing motion, her palms facing towards the audience as she made a soft facial expression. Zach laughed slightly in understanding, changing the topic to something a little less sensitive.

"Did Tom help you write any of it?" he asked.

Y/N smiled at the mention of Tom, her heart rate increasing. She knew Tom was watching (and listening), live with the rest of the world, so she tried not to give him anything to tease her about.

"For sure," she laughed.

"What's so funny?" Zach asked, laughing along.

"Nothing-!" Y/N blushed. "If I tell you the song, listening to it will- oh god," she put her face in her hands in pure embarrassment.

"What's the song about?" Zach laughed.

"We're.. open to interpretation?" Y/N stated, though it came out as more of a question.

"What's the song?" Someone from the audience asked.

"Track.. seven," Y/N laughed. "Track titles out in a week," she grinned slyly. Everyone grunted playfully in result, knowing they'd have to wait to find out.

"So he helped you write it?' Zach continued. "Or did he like-"

"Well he was the inspiration," she answered, "and when I started writing it he came in and helped me write it like- halfway through, maybe three-fourths of the way through."

a / n : the song is called 'make up' and its about really filthy make up sex, so there's that

"So," Zach smiled and eyed her knowingly. "You and Tom. You're still engaged?"

At this, everyone's ears perked up, their mouths shutting as they waited for her response. Y/N's mouth was open and about to say something, but nothing came out for the first few seconds.

"Uhm," she glanced around the room, eyes moving but face stilled in it's position. "No- no we're not engaged anymore."

At this, she heard quiet gasps and small murmurs erupt throughout the room, and the phone that had questions from fans who were live-tweeting started blowing up.

Tom, who was actually watching from the studio building, was also wide eyed, mouth open slightly. Harrison punched his arm lightly, removing Tom from his trance as both of them continued watching Y/N.

"What-" Zach followed-up immediately. "What happened? Did you call it off or di-"

"Well," Y/N was trying to suppress a smile. "When people get engaged, they have to get married at some point," she said, showing off her ring.

Zach had put a hand over his chest in relief, the audience breathing out sighs of relief as the room exploded with joy and congratulatory messages.

"The wedding," Zach started after things quieted down. "It never surfaced online from the paps or anything."

"Yeah," Y/N said. "Tom and I are so fucking thankful for that. It was a private venue -- only family and close friends attended."

"Where was the honeymoon?" Someone sitting in front of her asked.

"Uhm- Venice. Venice, Italy," Y/N blushed at the thought of it.

"Where's Tom now?" The fans went on. "Is he filming? Or taking a break for the beginning of the marriage? Or-"

Y/N's laugh interrupted him, her smile finally showing. "He's, uh- he's in the building," she admitted.

At this, noise grew wildly in excitement, multiple requests to get Tom in the interview being proposed. Y/N turned to Zach, silently asking him if he would allow it.

"As long as it's okay with the two of you," Zach smiled. "We have more than enough microphones."

Y/N laughed, pulling her phone out of her pocket and ringing up Tom.

"Hey, sweets," he said. The phone was on speaker, and the audience awed at the pet name.

"Hi," Y/N replied timidly. "I'm not sure if you saw, but the-"

"I'm on my way. Harrison's giving me directions, so he'll probably be coming too," Tom said into the phone.

Everyone was watching (listening to) the couple intently, awing again at them.

"Okay," Y/N smiled. "I'll see you inna bit."

"Mhmm," Tom hummed, Harrison's voice lightly speaking in the background. "See you in five, angel. Love you."

"Love you too, Tommy," Y/N said, hanging up the phone and looking at it, a little lost in thought and forgetting about the current interview she was in.

"You two seem so happy," Zach interrupted her daydream.

"Oh, for sure," Y/N said. "It's like a never-ending honeymoon phase, yanno?" She smiled again. Zach nodded along, the rest of the audience doing the same, and then a producer from behind the camera informed them that both Tom and Harrison had arrived. Two microphones, both with wires coming out from the bottom of them, were placed on the open space on the couch, between the host and Y/N. And then, both boys were sitting down, smiles adorning their faces.

Tom had kissed her cheek, a simple gesture that had Y/N blushing wildly.

"Hello, boys," Zach greeted them.

Both replied with a simple 'hi,' and the interview went on, only this time, the questions were more open for each person to answer.

"What is it liked being in a relationship with someone who's schedule is all over the place?" Zach asked, glancing between Tom and Y/N. "Actors and artists have it pretty rough. I- I can imagine it being.. pretty difficult to fully commit to a relationship and not see each other for months at a time."

"Of course," Tom replied first, his accent thick as his chocolate curls fell on part of his face. "There's always rough patches, but for me, the peak of my career had really just, 'ended' you could say, and being with Y/N was like the first step to settling down. It was like I could fully support her from the front row, instead of on the sidelines like I always have." Tom blindly grabbed her hand and held it in his lap, linking their fingers together as he smiled softly. Both boys turned to her to see if she would respond.

"Uhm," she laughed quietly. "Not that his career his totally over, because his schedule gets more flexible the older he gets as an actor, but it's pretty much that. It's hard to support somebody else and do your job one hundred percent. When Tom was at his 'peak,' my music was kind of.. on hold for awhile," Y/N smiled. "It was a bit rough at times, but I think it's better to give your all to one thing, rather than trying to satisfy everybody at once. I was with Tom during filming, attending premieres and press tours too, and now I think the roles have just reversed."

"You guys really have your shit together," Zach commented. The couple laughed, looking at each other because they knew he was right. "Well, I hope you two are really happy together, and I wish you both long & wonderful lives."

"Oh, thank you Zach. God, don't make me cry," Y/N said, jokingly wiping her eyes with a smile on her face.

Tom laughed at her too before replying. "Really, though. Thank you, mate," Tom smiled.

"I think all the fans can agree that we need more [ your ship name ] content!" Zach exclaimed.

"We're playing 'Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts' on the Late Late Show tomorrow, so keep an eye out for that," Tom said nonchalantly.

"What?" Y/N said, bewildered. "I never signed up for that!" She laughed.

Tom smirked, "Surprise?"

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Rivals Last ~ Jadon Sancho

A/N: So I had this in my drafts before he signed with man united but that's fine, we move, we adapt. A third piece for the @footballffbarbiex summer challenge. Hope you enjoy it :)

Warnings: none - reader is female

Summary: You love both your brothers dearly, but being in the football world with them can make some things a little complicated.

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Being a footballer meant living in a special world. Being in a footballing family meant living in a special world too. Being the younger sister of Lucas and Theo Hernandez meant living in a really special world. But nobody told you just how crazy it would be for all three of those things to apply to you.

You truly love watching your older brothers play football. They teach you something new during every match you see; even though you play as a striker, their movements and handling of the ball always inspire you to play better. After all, it was their defensive skills that helped you become a good goal scorer growing up since they never let a tackle go unchallenged in the park and you had to find out how to manoeuvre around them. A lot easier said than done.

Currently Lucas is signed with Bayern Munich. In his time there so far, he has learnt the heritage, history, and importance of wearing the badge and defending its honour in every match they play, especially derbies. Having supported Lucas, it quickly became easy for you to support Bayern Munich too and celebrate their victories like it was your own team. You'd always managed to do it with the clubs both your brothers played for, letting the atmosphere of the fanbase carry you away.

You have just finished your second season in England with Manchester City women's team. You'd settled in nicely now, having learnt a lot of the English language and culture already. The experience was made so much easier because of the help given by your welcoming teammates and the staff that translated things into French and Spanish during your first months there.

Fans were a little disappointed during the 2019 summer transfer window when it was confirmed all three Hernandez siblings would be leaving Spain to play separately in England, Germany and Italy, joking that no one could know what might happen with you all so far away. However, to you, it made things easier, as Lucas and Theo would stop making so many awful jokes about each other's clubs, only to join forces to diss your club even more afterward. Now the only connection you have to the clubs you all play for is the want for your sibling to win with them. And it is a great feeling. A welcome change of pace.

But no new change to your life felt as good as your blossoming "relationship", situationship, whatevership, you have with Jadon Sancho.

It all started with you flirting back and forth on social media, which turned itself into countless hours of DMs no one else could see. You congratulated his goals and he congratulated your wins. All the light-hearted teasing and the warm-hearted compliments stayed in your own little bubble. The only thing peeking out was your silly inside rule that if you were going to comment on a post, it had to be emojis only, stretching to a few words if you really couldn't help yourself - but it would earn you taunts from the other for the rest of the night.

Some eagle-eyed fans noticed how you'd been liking each other's posts every time they appeared for a while now, but it just added to the fun and thrill you got from flirting with him so much.

You weren't meant to be forming a bond with Jadon. He played for your brother’s rival. He was supposed to be the enemy. Someone you should dislike with a snap of your fingers. Certainly not a boy to fall for like you have.

You couldn't help yourself. Lucas and Theo had helped you since you moved to England by being the steady rocks they always were, cheering you on from afar. Your new teammates had helped you since you moved to England by introducing fun things for you all to do together and taking you under their wings. But Jadon had helped you in a different kind of way. He gave you a new kind of comfort and reassurance when you talked. He became someone to turn to with all your interesting news and your curious problems. He told you the good places to visit around the city that he remembered from his time there and taught you English slang to make your teammates laugh. You spoke three languages to varying degrees now, and you'd managed to pick up more German vicariously through Lucas in two years faster than Jadon had done living in Germany in four years, so you'd clue him into rude German phrases you had asked Lucas about, alongside the French and Spanish swear words he used more often than English ones now when you text.

Even though a language barrier comes up once in a while, you have both learnt behaviours from each other and crave the contact you share. Jadon was starting to drop everything to send replies to you, a change his teammates have noticed and jokingly mock him for. Little did they know the unknown girl they joke he is smitten over is the sister of their rival.

Theo is the one in your family you usually tell about the boys you go out with; boyfriends and dates have been shared with him since you were 13 and doting on your first crush. He does the same with his girlfriends; asking advice and telling you more than you need to know at times. So, when you all went home for a bit of family time around Christmas, nothing could stop him from noticing the tell-tale signs that you had something going on. He already figured out through persistence that it was another player you were getting involved with, and his insistent questioning hasn't stopped in his search for who the player is.

But you keep it hidden from Lucas, and you don't know when you'll tell him. He has been your protector since you were kids, comforting you on sad nights when no one else was there, teaching you little secrets about how to navigate through the world, he even punched a boy who teased you once at school. The idea of telling him you were chatting romantically to another player would be trouble enough, but telling him it was a Dortmund player might just end up in another schoolground incident. You hadn't wanted Theo to know for fear he'd go dishing your dirt to Lucas, but he discovered it on his own and there was nothing you could do.

Who knows what might become of this thing you have with Jadon, and lord knows your eldest brother owns a hard as nails death stare that just might do Jadon in, but for now you actually quite like having the secret. A little mystery tucked away up your sleeve.

The rush you always get when Lucas calls your phone as you're typing a text to the Englishman, feeling as though the first words from the other end will be shouts of how he knows everything and he'll never speak to you again for keeping it a secret, fills you with dread at times. But it never is the reason he calls, and it turns out he is just making plans or has something funny to tell you. But the way your heart thumps as you go back to texting Jadon, that is part of the chase you have to admit you enjoy.

Hardcore fans online have noticed the past few months that when you do interviews in English, the odd slang term comes up during jokes - terms you hadn't used before and stem more from London boroughs than northen towns - so speculation of how you'd learnt these things easily coincided with dating rumors.

Lucas had seen the speculation online; seen fans trying to put your interactions with the Dortmund player together through both your instagram stories and comments and the tweets you both had liked about the other. Lucas had even grown suspicious of the little questions you asked him about Germany, German phrases and his lifestyle there, not knowing why you would need nor want to know those things. But Lucas doesn't believe it. He knows that you know better to mix with a Dortmund boy.

Sometimes an older brother just doesn't get it quite right…

Soon, the chance will come to really see if your connection is something you can build on. Jadon's new signing with Manchester United has been confirmed and he will be moving back to England. It is a great opportunity to get to see him more often, rather than the odd rendezvous point or clandestine trip during small breaks in the season. You'll spend more time face to face instead of over the phone. You'll get to wake up in his bed and him in yours, without needing to sneak away from hotel rooms afterwards. You'll maybe even get to go on a proper date, just the two of you, where you can flirt across the table your joined hands rest upon. Hanging out with Jadon won't be the first time you've spent time together in person. However, getting a full day with only the two of you where you won't have to pretend you hardly know who he is, and you won't have to pretend your eyes aren't meeting across the group of people you're in - it fills your stomach with knots and butterflies.

A certain pressure has fallen off you now Jadon has no growing rivalry with Lucas, but not completely. You won't be able to take back the way their teams made the other feel in the past, but the fact there won't be more of it next season comforts you a little. The biggest thing that will hold you back from going public before the new season starts will be the media, but that is an issue you can't even begin to worry about yet. You are too caught up in the excitement of being in the same town as Jadon to care. Rumours are spinning crazier than ever about you two as some of your liked tweets about his move got reposted by sports pages and fan blogs - now joking about him being your rival instead of your brother's - and yet it didn't stop you, no longer all that bothered about keeping a low profile now you both will be living away from Lucas. If he gets mad, all he will be able to do is shout down the phone, and whilst you never want that to happen, you know the time to flourish with Jadon and capitalise on the foundation you have already built is better than ever, brothers be damned.

There are big changes coming for the both of you, yet one thing will remain the same no matter the outcome of your relationship. You can't quite stop being football rivals.

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