#will lenney fanfiction

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The One Where YN Meets Will.

Hello, hi!

I’m Emily, I’ve had this blog for a few months now and I’m not sure what I want to do with it, apart from reblog gifs of Will and catch up on all things Youtube and the Eboys and the Sidemen and all that. Thought about giving writing a go, since I’ve done some before on another blog for another fandom, and this came from my brain as an attempt at writing for WillNE.

I am willing to take requests or write anything that anyone wants me to write about, if anyone would like one written for a specific idea.

Hope you like it. x

A consistent buzz came beside her.

Rumbling on top of her bedside table, her phone laid overturned and ringing with an incoming call from someone, charging on the thick Stephen King book that she was halfway through reading, ripples rolling over the surface of the water in the tall glass placed next to it, that she took to bed with her the previous night. She glanced at the salt lamp, small and jagged-looking and emitting a dull orange glow behind the sunlight that streamed through her windows, and gave herself a tut for leaving it on overnight; she couldn’t remember leaving it on although she couldn’t help but give a mental clap at how truthful the benefits of having a Himilayan salt lamp had been.

‘MUM’

The three letter word flashed at her in bold text, above a candid photo that someone had taken of her and her mum in a heart-to-heart chat in the middle of a family barbecue that had taken a turn once her father had found the alcohol stash in the garage and turned a casual family get-together into a night where everyone stumbled over the front doorstep on their way out. A heart-to-heart conversation that had them both smiling brightly at one another.

“Mum, hi.”

“Hi, darling.” Her voice sounded so soft, so sweet, inviting and warm and YN missed her more than anything; if she had anything to say about moving miles away, she would always give the advice of making sure distance was something you could handle. “You sound tired, did I wake you? I thought you’d be on your way to work by now.”

YN looked at the red numbers on the screen of her alarm clock, reading 7:45, and she had a tiny freak-out for a brief moment before she came to the realisation that it was her day off and she wasn’t due into work until after the weekend had finished.

“You did, yeah. I’m not due at work today though. They gave me the day off since my boss’ schedule is just meetings out of town today. He’s up North for conferences and such and it was late notice for me so he didn’t mind me not accompanying him. I wouldn’t have been able to do much anyway,” YN clarified and she used her free hand to push herself up from the mattress. Her hair was knotted and pillow-messed, sticking up in all directions and falling loose from the ponytail she’d thrown it up in before she fell asleep. Her t-shirt twisted around her middle which she adjusted with her fingers, bringing her knees to her chest and staring out the window as the sun continued its rise in the horizon. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, don’t fuss about me,” she heard her mother tut from down the line. But YN couldn’t help but fuss over the two of them; if she lived closer to them, she wouldn’t worry so much because they’d be just a short distance away if they needed her help. But she didn’t live close and she hadn’t done for almost two years; she lived almost 300 miles northeast of where she used to live with her parents and it wouldn’t take her more than twenty minutes to tend to their needs. “We’re both fine, stop worrying yourself, darling. Your dad’s been back doing his gardening so he’s out there already. Watering his flowers, spraying fertiliser, cleaning all the fox poo up. He’s been growing some veggies in the plot next to the greenhouse so you can take some back when you next come to visit.”

YN smiled to herself, bringing her shoulders to her jawline before dropping them and relaxing against her headboard. The back of her head resting against the plush velvet, coloured a clean white, and her toes curled into the sheet beneath her, her fist clutching the duvet as she brought it tighter to her body.

“You can always send me some in a box? Or you could come and visit and drop them off yourself? You know I’ve got the spare room in the new place if you want to come up for a weekend. It’s vacant, just full of my empty moving boxes and bags that I haven’t gotten rid of yet,” YN said, a yawn creeping up her throat that she hid with the palm of her hand, “I need dad’s handyman work to come and help put some shelves up. You’ve not seen it yet.”

“Your dad said it’s a lovely flat. Lovely view. Lovely building. But, you know what he’s like when it comes to describing things. Everything’s lovely,” her mother snorted and YN laughed softly; her father had always been vague and she’s pretty sure that she’d never heard him use any other word to describe something other than ‘lovely’. “We’ve been talking about paying you a visit.”

“Please do. It’s a little lonely here by myself. I’m yet to meet new friends or have a chat with the neighbours. Everyone’s either back in Cornwall or back in Hackney and both are a hefty distance away.”

YN had never considered herself as an introvert so to call herself lonely felt strange.

She was always the friend who asked for the bill, she was the friend who made the complaint in a restaurant when a plate of food came back wrong, she was the friend who made advances on blokes in pubs and clubs because her friends were too shy to go and introduce themselves and she was the friend who always carried the responsibility of making polite conversation with people in pubs when they needed a table to perch themselves at. She was that friend. So making friends with strangers and starting conversations with her co-workers and approaching others who she found had kind features was never something she struggled with.

Moving to a new place and having to make new relationships and form new bonds, regardless of how far it was from the bonds and relationships you already had, she found it daunting to start fresh.  

“What are you doing today?”

“I’m not sure. The weather is really nice and it looks warm out so I might go and explore Canary Wharf and see what’s around. I need to do some shopping, food and furniture, so I might do some of that,” YN rolled onto her side and let her cheek rest against the cold side of her mattress, the backs of her thighs exposed to the cool air of her bedroom as her t-shirt rose up her body; and she made a mental note to buy herself so proper pyjamas because knickers and an oversized t-shirt could cause more problems than expected. “We’ve got a lovely grass area outside the block of flats so I might sit out there, soak up the sunshine, read a book and eat some lunch. I don’t know. Might see how the day goes, I have a good feeling about it.”

“Go exploring. You can find some places to show us when we come to visit,” and YN smiled.

“I’ll do that. You’ll love it mum. This place is amazing. I feel so lucky to have been given something as beautiful as this. I had a crack den for my first flat so this feels like a dream,” she stared at her ceiling. There was no yellow tint from how the previous tenants smoked inside and there were no unusually coloured stains on the ceiling’s coving that caught the eye because of how a stain of that colour shouldn’t have been there, leaving the mystery of just how it got there… and YN didn’t need that kind of stress over something like that. “It doesn’t smell like pee, there’s no syringes outside and there’s no sign of vomit or shit stains on the floor because it’s all laminate.”

“You deserve it, darling. You really do.”

“It’s clean, mum. It came clean, it smells clean, it looks clean. Everything looks brand new and,” YN pauses for a moment, rolling onto her stomach and she sighs with content, “I love it.”

*

After hanging up, she contemplated getting up and getting dressed for the day.

It felt rather tempting to stay in her comfortable loungewear and enjoy the silence, the time to herself and the time off she had been after for so long, taking advantage of Deliveroo and ordering food for breakfast, lunch and dinner rather than cooking something homemade and having the leftovers the next day (or for when she woke up in the early hours with a hankering for something to nibble on, because she could, because she didn’t have an authority figure to tell her no).

By the time her phone call ended with her mother, it was a little over forty-five minutes later and her alarm clock showed a time that she didn’t want to see on her day off; 8:35am. She expected another hour or two added on to her usual sleep schedule, to make a difference to the usual 6am alarm call that had her detesting her job just a tiny bit, but it wasn’t frowned upon because she’d take any given opportunity to speak to her mother. The one person she called her best friend because she really was the only person, apart from her father, that she’d drop anything and everything important for. Her sleep didn’t matter when she got to her the voice of someone she missed so dearly.

Porridge and fruit, a colourful array of strawberries and blueberries and bananas and cranberries in her bowl, and a warm cup of tea had been her breakfast as she caught up with the lifestyle Youtube channel she had been in the loop with. A Youtube channel that she had been a big fan of from the moment she moved to London, one who she turned to in times of need, one that she stumbled across when googling aesthetically pleasing ways to decorate a flat because she really needed to do something about how her Hackney flat had looked before a lick of paint and a hanging plant, one that she continued to view and like and followed tips from, even when it came to her new flat.

“Don’t be afraid to like monochrome and definitely don’t be afraid to follow a colour scheme that might seem ‘out there’ and in your face. If you like lime green then go paint a portion of your wall that colour. If you like the brightest shade of pink then go mad and add some colour to your life. You can never feel more organised than when your surroundings follow a consistent pattern that brings immense amounts of joy when you enter.”

The young girl on her screen, with space-buns either side of her head and an outfit that definitely came from a trendy thrift store clothes rail, sat before a wall of a delicious shade of peach that YN thought looked lovely; not for herself, because she’d stuck with the whites and the greys and the blacks that her flat already consisted of, but perfect for the young twenty-something year old.

“There are loads of websites where you can buy hanging plants, or artificial hanging baskets, and hanging canvas prints and wall art. I’m always looking for new things to buy so I’ll link some of my favourite online stores for you to check out; hit my Instagram mentions up with photos of things you’ve brought, too. That’s what I love to see.”

YN’s spoon clinked against the ceramic bowl in front of her as she pushed it away from her, reaching for her television remote and turning off her Youtube app, her television turning off completely and leaving a black screen behind. The flat falling silent. She looked around her, drumming her fingers against the tabletop, eyes squinting as the sunlight streamed through the wall-to-ceiling windows and made everything feel bright..

As much as she warmed to the idea of staying inside and ordering furniture and decor for her home, scrolling through online stores to buy something she thought she needed but really didn’t need, she had a good feeling about the upcoming day.

*

“Listen, love, I’m not sure if you could tell but I’m not exactly a people person. I don’t know you, don’t want to know you, have no plans to get to know you. You might live in the building but that doesn’t mean we need to be friendly.”

He spoke with such vigour in his voice that YN could only keep quiet so as to not entice a negative reaction out of him in such a confined space because confrontation was something she was never comfortable with. Sure, she’d endured confrontation before but that was from people she had been acquainted with, the ones she was friends with, people she saw on a daily basis and from people she worked with, from those who were supposed to confront her when something was wrong or hadn’t been down in a way it was supposed to be done; her boss, mainly. This man was a complete stranger, someone she didn’t know,someone she’d never seen before so instant regret filled her veins. She thought he looked friendly enough to start a quick conversation, to make the lift ride seem a little less boring, filling the empty space with general chit-chat.

Cowering away from him and almost closing in on herself, even though his attention stayed focused on the screen of his phone as he scrolled through a social media app, she thought he’d finished with her and she hadn’t expected him to perk up anymore.

“Not everyone likes to chat to strangers.”

“Well, I like chatting to strangers so don’t mind him,” a quirky Geordie accent perked up from behind her, her posture adjusting at the sudden appearance of someone behind her; she’s sure she didn’t see anyone else in the lift, apart from the towering bloke beside her, when she stepped into the lift but, then again, he was tucked away in the corner with a cap on his head and she had been looking at the floor as she entered because a mark on her white shoe had caught her attention. “Come chat to me, if you want. Promise I won’t bite your head off like matey-boy there.”

Her trainers squeaked on the floor as she spun around, eyes raking up and down his figure so she could get a good look at who the voice belonged to, almost staking him out in a way. He was a handsome chap, with brown hair sticking out from beneath a black cap upon his head that he’d pulled quite far down his forehead, a cheeky grin on his face that made the mood in the lift much brighter. There was a graphic print printed on the front of the black hoodie he had decided to throw on, the commonly-known Adidas stripes lining the length of his joggers, trainers on his feet with the laces loose and almost untying by themselves (clumsy, she assumed he was, because there’s no way he wouldn’t trip over them as soon as they loosened completely).

“I’m Will. Will Lenney.”

“I’m YN.”

“Do I get your surname? S’only fair since I told you mine.”

She laughed softly and replied with her surname, a look of appreciation on his features as he held his hand out for her to take, which she gladly shook with her own. Skin so soft, fingers so delicate, with a hold so strong that she couldn’t find herself letting go. She didn’t want to let go. This was the first contact she’d had with someone new, in a month of being new to the area, and it just so happened to be with someone she found rather attractive to the eye.

The bloke from before, who had tore down her attempts at being the friendly neighbour who he would, no doubt, see quite often, couldn’t help but let out the strongest sigh of annoyance. A sound that brought them back to reality, hands falling from their hold, dropping back down to their sides with a faint rosy-look on their cheeks that didn’t come from how warm it was. A sound that made the both of them turn their noses up, that made them their eyebrows scrunch on their browlines and made them want to really throw words at him until he gained some manners. Yet they ignored him because he wasn’t worth the time.

“You’re new here, aren’t you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” he started, adjusting the backpack on his shoulder that had slipped with the movement of his arm falling down to his side. His fingertips and right down to the middle of his palm still felt heavy with the thought of her hand still in his. “I’d remember such a beautiful face.”

The heat already on her cheeks reached boiling and she knew her flushed look caught his attention. His smile turning into a grin which had her looking at her feet, shyly. A handsome lad with a sense of immense charm about him; she liked him and it wasn’t typical of her to form an attraction at such an early stage.

“Yeah, I moved in about a month ago. Floor 10, right at the end of the corridor. A proper upgrade from where I used to be located but thanks to my work, they moved me from my previous office block to my current office block in Canary Wharf and said they’d move me closer if necessary,” she thought she was rambling and she expected a look of faint annoyance on his features that would silently tell her to shut up. She picked at the loose string hanging from the hem of her t-shirt and twirled it around her finger, looking up from her feet and seeing a look of intense concentration on his face, enticing her to carry on. “The move was necessary. Completely necessary. It wasn’t a nice place where I was before, it was the first thing I saw on the website and I was desperate for somewhere to live. If I stayed there, I would be half an hour away otherwise.”

Canary Wharf.

It was a complete upgrade from the streets of Hackney and the dingy flat she had become so accustomed to for a little less than a year; the smell of weed and tobacco would fill the corridors and hit her in the face when she left her front door, the lights were always dim and flickered and the lifts were rickety and untrustworthy, discarded bikes and scooters and old prams and baby-carriers littered the space between one end of the hallway to the other, suspicious figures dressed in black hoodies and grey joggers always greeted her with stone-cold faces and squared-up jaws. An attempt, she guessed, to look like they were the typical hardnuts of the complex and that they weren’t to be messed with, even if it was just a polite ‘excuse me’ to pass them by and to be out of their hair within a moment.

It wasn’t all bad, regardless. Her neighbours were sweethearts, they always said hello and invited her in for cups of tea and a slice of cake after she finished work, most people were kind and warm and had their own back stories as to why they chose such a place to live - she could only imagine that the building was a nice place to live, with residents who took care of themselves and the place they lived in, before London gangs took over and were on the high of increasing and before drug dealers became more frequent on the streets - and her life, thank god,  was never bothered. No one intervened, no one found her life to be their business to spread and life felt normal; she had a home, somewhere to live, somewhere to sleep and eat and shower and feel warm and cosy in a bed. Even if it wasn’t as nice as she had wanted it to be, she had somewhere.

Her new flat was almost dream-like if you compared it to what she lived in before. It made her Hackney flat look like a pit; a drug-den, if you will. She could wake up to pure sunshine filtering through double-glazed windows and there was no chance that she would be rudely woken up in the middle of the night from the ghoulish moans of the wind getting trapped between cracked window panes or the drunken yells of people stumbling down the hallways back to their homes. She could walk to her new place of work rather than hop on public transport and she could take the time to explore a side of London she never had the chance to see. Her floor was laminated wood, heated when the nights were cold, and there were no stains of garishly and disgusting colours of god-knows-what from previous tenants who had lived there. The view was beautiful, she could see right to the end of the horizon, and the scenes she was greeted with on her arrival home were almost picturesque… except pictures could never do it justice.

She’d been there for a month.

A whole four weeks.

And she could already feel improvements in her lifestyle that weren’t so bold before. She woke up happier and didn’t feel the need to stay in bed for a lie-in, she felt happier during the day and had a bob in her step that brought light to her office block, she felt safe when she walked out the reception and into the open space by the entrance and didn’t feel like she would be jumped by hiding predators if she arrived home late at night. She was friendly with her neighbours, always popped round to give them any post that had been posted through her mailbox by accident or if deliveries were left with them when she’d been at work and always started a conversation with them when they stood waiting for the lift to arrive on their floor.

“Oh, nice. What is it-”

The ding of the lift stopped Will mid-sentence, silenced them and halted their conversation as the doors opened to reveal the reception floor, empty and desolate from people. It was mid-morning, almost lunchtime, so YN had assumed most were working or out in the streets of London to enjoy the sunshine; the latter being what she had planned to do.

The man from the lift, who had tucked himself in the corner and stuck earphones in to block out their conversation, made sure he was the first one out and disappeared before YN could give him a sarcastic goodbye, not that he would have heard her anyway so she settled with a wave, a really exaggerated and over-the-top wiggle of her fingers, and hoped he saw it in the reflection of the window as he left and disappeared into the mass of people walking by their block of apartments.

“You’re a right character, you,” Will admitted, nudging her with his elbow and smirking at her, “what is it you do, job-wise? That’s what I wanted to ask.”

“I’m a PA for a CEO at an advertising company. A personal assistant who runs and gets coffee for everyone, gets lunch during her lunch-break, who organises meetings and creates schedules and gets the big boss what he wants when he wants it,” she clarified, “it’s not exactly the best job and I wish I was doing something I wanted to do but it pays well. For now, it’s enough to get me by and keep this place.”

They started walking toward the automatic doors of the entrance, feeling the cool air of the shade on their exposed skin that definitely disappeared as soon as the sunshine hit them, coming to a stop just by a brick wall. Young children were running around with their parents walking behind, cyclists were dinging bells to pass through large groups and groups of university students were huddled on the grass, eating lunches they’d brought from restaurants on their way, backpacks discarded and being used as pillows as they laughed and joked. Tourists were taking photos and posing to show off where they’d been and what they got up to when it came to showing their friends back home and businessmen and businesswomen were almost speed-walking to get back to their offices in time with a styrofoam takeaway lunch in their hands.

“I’m not keeping you from anything, am I? Just tell me to piss off if I am.”

“No, no. Don’t be silly. I’m only popping round the corner to see my mate. He won’t mind if I’m late,” he said, perching down on the brick wall and patting the space beside him. The legs of his ankles rose up to show the white ankle socks he’d paired with his trainers., “What is it you want to do as a job? Just, the way you talk about your job now makes it sound like you don’t like it.”

“I do like it there. But I don’t want to be a personal assistant, running round London to get coffee and sandwiches, for the rest of my life. I’ve always dabbled in blogging, taking photos, talking about nonsense and stuff. Posting videos and vlogging, too. I’ve tried it out as something fun, documenting holidays and stuff, and I’d love to do something with that and take it further but... I don’t know,” she sat down beside him, sliding her bag off of her shoulder and setting it on her lap, arm looped underneath the handles to keep it from spilling the contents inside, “I don’t want to be a social influencer but someone who does what she wants to do and gets by by just being herself. No companies to promote her or anything. Nothing to boost her. All her,” she stared off into the distance, tapping the heel of her foot against the concrete. Will nodded. “What do you do?”

“I, uh,” he scoffed out a laugh and rubbed the nape of his neck. His hat fell from his head and he decided to swap the shade of the cap to the sunglasses he had hanging from the neck of his hoodie, “funnily enough, I post videos on Youtube. I’m a Youtuber.”

Her head whipped round and she gawked at him. Eyes wide, mouth agape and her hand found his forearm, squeezing it tightly with excitement.

“You’re not?”

“I am, yeah. I was in university, didn’t like what I was studying, and I was told that if I really felt strongly about this Youtube malarky then I should pursue it to its possible potential and see where I end up. My mum’s words, not mine,” he snorted. He felt her hand loosen around his forearm and he watched her face become rigid as she came to the realisation of what she’d done. He dismissed it because he didn’t want to embarrass her but, really, he didn’t mind and he found it endearing.  “I’m not that big or popular or anything but I’ve got a couple million subscribe-”

“Not that big,” she mocked and rolled her eyes, “a couple million subscribers is huge. I’ll have to search you up. What’s your channel name?”

“WillNE. Like, Will then an N then an E. Like a-”

“Like a play on words with your surname,” she grinned as she proudly finished his sentence for him and he nodded, rather pleased with himself; and she had to give it to him, it was something special, unique and rather creative than some of the stand-out names she could think of from the platform. Some were really out there and had no relevance to who they were nor what they spoke about, some were vague and some were almost as bonkers as the people who came up with them. “That’s really cool. This is really cool. A famous Youtuber lives in my flat complex... I’m talking to a famous Youtuber right now... heck, I’ve managed to keep my cool around someone famous and I’m amazed I haven’t embarrassed myself. Wait till I tell my friends about this. They won’t believe me.”

“They’re not fangirls or anything, are they?”

“No, ha. If anyone’s the fangirl out of my friends then it’s me. I’ll find myself watching Youtube when I’ve got nothing else to do,” she admitted, “cooking dinner? I’ll stick someone on to watch. Can’t sleep? I’ll just binge watch someone until I’m tired. Day off and there’s nothing to do? I’ll find a channel and just let it go from there.”

“Maybe I’ll pop up on there one day. I’ll help cure your boredom,” Will grinned, “then you can say ‘hey, that’s one of my mates there on my telly, that is’.”

A comfortable silence swallowed the both of them as they sat and let the seconds tick by. The tweets of the birds came from above, distant chatter came from the students lounging on the grass behind, scuffs of soles signified people were walking and jogging nearby and despite the feeling of time coming to end between the two of them, neither of them wanted to leave the other, neither wanted to bring the conversation to an end and neither of them wanted to part ways.

“So, we’re mates, huh?”

“Yeah, I reckon so,” Will smiled. Eyes locking with hers for a brief second, long enough to catch the twinkle in her eye and the genuine smile that lifted up her lips, “you’re a good’un. I like you. I think we’ll get along really bloody well, me and you.”

*

(WILL’S TEXTS. YN’S TEXTS.)

Filming a video tomorrow. Fancy coming by?

Won’t I get in the way?

Bollocks will you. Come along. Please. You can see firsthand how to make a Youtube video since you said you’ve always thought about it.

Where?

Only at my place. A TWOTI.

This Week On The Internet… nice one. I’ll be there.

You’ve done your research on me!

Spent all day googling you. As soon as you walked away, I started my research and I cut my day short so I could come home and watch your videos. Just call me a superfan now.

Superfan, ha.

I’ll have to test you. Could get you in a video to see if you’re my biggest fan.

Try me. I’ll get full marks. Your subscribers will look like phonies compared to me, hahaha.

You might have to sit off camera, out of shot, tomorrow. If I don’t finish everything by the time you get here, that is. No distractions. No pulling faces behind the camera.

I’ll be on my best behaviour. I’ll fangirl at the door, drop my Twitter handle into conversation, ask for a signature and a photo and then I’ll be fine.

I’m not going to regret this, am I?

You won’t hear a peep out of me. Promise.

Come by after lunch then. We can get some takeaway for lunch or something, if you don’t eat before, and I’ll have some bits filmed by the time you get here so you won’t have to sit in silence for too long.

Make it 1pm and it’s a deal.

Why 1pm?

It’s Saturday tomorrow. I don’t get up before noon on the weekends. Not even for you, mister big-shot Youtuber. ;)

And here I was, thinking you would throw your routine away for your new best mate.

Nice try.. see you tomorrow, William.

Ohh, serious. Full name and all. I see how it is, YN.

Goodnight, you muppet.

See you tomorrow. x

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Close My Eyes (5)

I close my eyes and I make believe  You’re the one that’s holding me

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Pairing: WillNE x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k+

Pronouns: She/Her

A/N: Final chapter.

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Y/n stared at herself in the mirror. This was finally happening, she was going to get her happy ending. Y/n stared at herself in the mirror, she wore a white gown, her hair and makeup were done. She was going to be Mrs. Lenney later tonight. It had been a couple of years since Will and Y/n got together. They were now in their later 20's. When planning out their wedding, Will had been so kind. Y/n had as much control as she wanted over the wedding. She decided to get married at the Temperate House and Nash Conservatory in Kew Gardens, so that's where they were. "Y/n, someone wants to speak to you!" The h/c bride pulled herself out of her thoughts, turning to see her maid of honor. Gaby was dressed in her bridesmaid gown while she held her phone out to Y/n/ Glancing at the caller ID, Y/n noticed the name 'Will'. She took the phone, muttering a small 'thank you' to her friend. "Hi, Will. Miss me already?" Y/n stepped away from the window, moving to look out the window. "Of course I do," Will could be heard on the call. "Y/n, I know how your engagement ended last time. I just want to make sure that you know you don't have to get married if you don't want to. I hope you don't think I'm trying to force you to marry me, I love you. If you wanna call the wedding because you don't wanna do it, I understand." "You're not getting cold feet on me, are you?" "For you? Never." "Will, do you plan to emotionally, verbally, and physically abuse me?" "Never. I could never hurt you, N/n." Y/n smiled to herself. She knew it was the right choice to carry on with the wedding. "Then I know I want to marry you, William Lenney. I love you. You've always made me feel safe, protected, and loved." "I love you too, Y/n." "I'll see you soon, my husband." Will felt butterflies in his stomach when Y/n said those last two words. He was going to be her husband. He was the happiest he could be. When it was finally time to walk to the pastor and Will, Y/n was excited. She was going to be married to the man she loved. The man she had known since forever. As Y/n stepped out to walk down the aisle, everyone's attention was turned to her. Will could feel himself getting teary-eyed at the sight of her.  She was gorgeous. This was actually happening. He was going to have a future with this woman. The wedding went smoothly. When the couple reached their vows, Y/n had to fight back sobs from how happy she was. Will kept himself from crying, but his eyes were still glossy. As soon as the pastor spoke those final words, "you may now kiss the bride," Will pulled Y/n in for the most passionate kiss he could give her. After the wedding, everyone had left, leaving the newlyweds alone to get a few photos together and to just have time to themselves before their reception. "This all feels so strange," Y/n held her husband's hand in hers as they walked through the garden. "But it's a good strange." "It feels amazing." Will couldn't even focus on the garden, he was much more interested in his wife. "It does. But it's still crazy to think we wouldn't be here if he wasn't an idiot." Will knew exactly who Y/n was speaking about. He was happy she didn't bother to mention his name on their wedding day. "No, I think we'd be here. I think if he never showed up in the first place, we would've been married sooner." Y/n's smile widened. "God, I love you, Will." "I love you, Y/n." After getting their photos taken, Y/n had left Will be to go and change out of her wedding dress into something lighter she'd be able to party in. "How does it feel to be, Mrs. Lenney?" Gaby had helped Y/n out of her wedding gown. "Gaby, I'm so happy. Everything feels right. This is what I wanted in life," Y/n smiled as she picked up a white dress she got when choosing out her wedding dress. "I'm so happy for you, Y/n. You're like a sister to me. You deserve happiness after what that cunt put you through last time." Y/n shuddered at the thought of Everett. "That's the second time he's been mentioned today. I don't think I wanna keep mentioning him, especially today." "Yeah, I'm sorry about that." Gaby let out a short sigh, "I'll put your wedding gown up." "Thank you, Gaby." "Anything for you, Y/n," Gaby smiled at her friend.

When everyone met back up at the reception, Will couldn't help but smile at his wife. "Somehow there isn't a moment when you aren't gorgeous." "I hope you'll still be saying that in 40 years when I'm old and gray," Y/n smiled at her husband, pulling him in for a kiss. "I'll tell you that every day to remind you how much I adore you," Will muttered quickly, leaning his forehead against Y/n's as soon as they ended their kiss. "I think it'd just be easier to remind me how much you love me every day." "I can do that too," Will grinned. After a bit of bantering and getting settled, everyone was seated at their assigned seats. Will decided to make a small speech to the crowd soon after it seemed everyone was ready for the reception to start. "Hello everyone, I'd like to thank you all for coming to celebrate Y/n and my wedding." Will stood up from his seat, an excited grin was spread on his face as he spoke, "I am beyond happy to now be able to call Y/n my wife. She means everything to me. I don't know where I'd be today if I hadn't met her. With every day that goes by, I'm happy to say she's so important to my life. Y/n, I love you. You don't know how lucky I am to have you as my wife." Y/n could feel her eyes water from Will's short speech. She had always felt so loved by him. She had muttered a small 'love you,' to him as she smiled at her husband. As the night continued on, everyone had been served dinner. One thing Y/n had noticed throughout the night was how Gaby and George seemed to be getting really close. Y/n had even pointed it out to her husband. "I think they'll end up hooking up by the end of the night," Will whispered into Y/n's ear during their fifth dance. "As much as Gaby is a hookup type of girl, I think she'll end up wanting to get in a relationship with George. She's been talking about settling down with someone. I think they'd make an amazing couple." Y/n replied, her head was buried in the crook of Will's neck as he held her close. "It'd be interesting to see them in a relationship. They're so different yet they also have a lot in common." "That's what I was thinking," Y/n pulled away from the crook of her husband's neck to look up at him. As soon as the dance had ended, Gaby had appeared on the dancefloor. "Hi Will, I'm gonna have to steal Mrs. Lenney for this next dance." Before Will could respond, Gaby had already pulled Y/n away, placing her hands on Y/n's waist as the next dance began. "You won't believe what just happened to me five minutes ago." "You're pregnant?" "Not yet, luckily. I don't think I'll ever be ready for kids," Gaby blew a hair out of her face. "George asked me out." Y/n grinned, "Will and I were just talking about how close you two were acting tonight." "When did you guys notice?" "We thought you two looked cute when you guys walked down the aisle together before me, we noticed at the reception." "Well I hope we'll be able to have a few more dates after the first, I've always thought George was attractive." Gaby glanced over Y/n's shoulders, making eye contact with the boy they were talked about that very moment. George stood by the tables, speaking to Will, he kept his eyes on Gaby. "How long have you been crushing on him?" "I'm guessing I realized it was a crush about four months ago." "Well, the newlyweds think you two would make a great couple." Y/n giggled, "Thank you for being my friend, Gaby." "Not to steal from your husband's speech or anything, but I don't know where I'd be without you, Y/n." "Remember when we were younger and we made a promise to each other that if we reached 35 and neither of us was married, we get married?" "I guess that's not gonna be happening now." Gaby grinned as she spoke. "Well, maybe you'll end up marrying George," the bride winked playfully at her bridesmaid. "Maybe I will." Gaby smiled at her friend, "But enough about my relationships. On to the next topic I wanted to speak to you about, who are you naming your first kid after, and do I get to be the godparent?" The night followed with Y/n and Will cutting their cake together and a bit more partying. Will had made a couple of jokes about shoving Alex's face into a slice of cake like he had done years ago on one of the first Eboys videos. (He didn't shove Alex's face into cake tonight, don't worry.) But Will also had one more wedding surprise to give to Y/n. While Y/n was able to sort everything she wanted about the wedding, Will had asked for permission to have one surprise for her. When the surprise was ready, Will had asked for everyone to come outside. On their way out, Y/n had tried to figure out what the surprise was. A new car? A celebrity was here? What did will do? For a moment, nothing happened once everyone was outside. But everyone's attention had been pulled to the sky when a firework had been set off. Y/n's face lit up brighter than the fireworks that had started to go off. "I can't believe you did this for me," she smiled, turning to face his husband. "Of course, I did. I know you love fireworks." Will smiled down at his wife, "I love you Y/n Lenney." "I love you, Will Lenney." Y/n felt her lips connect with Will's for another sweet kiss. When the kiss had ended, Y/n had noticed something else. People were holding sparklers now. "I don't know how you've sorted this all out. I'd say I'd marry you for doing this, but I already have." Both of them knew that very moment, there wasn't any chance they wouldn't end what they had. This is all either of them wanted. Y/n wanted Will. Will wanted Y/n. They both had each other. They had their happy endings.

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[damn-behzinga]

Taking A Leap

Will Lenney X Reader

summary - You are scared of love, Will isn’t.

warnings - past abuse, mentions of death, swearing, my terrible writing

request - 53. “Everyone I’ve loved has either died or left me and I’ll be damned if your name is added to that list.” Willne

masterlist and request info :)

You had been at the pub with Will, James, Aria, Alex, Fraser, and George when it happened. You typically weren't eager to go out with your friends but after many days of convincing, Will pulled you out of your flat for a night out. You and Will had been friends since you were children so he knew how to convince you and talk things through to you. He sat by you during every messy situation your dysfunctional life threw at you. He let you lean back on him and cry on your shoulder when you needed too.

You had been drinking your gin silently, sat next to Will when you saw a couple sat at the table opposite you. The man was stroking his girlfriend's hand, kissing her cheek as she giggled. The first thought that came to your mind was how much you wanted that with Will, and all air left your lungs.

You and Will had been sleeping around for the past few months and you made Will promise not to fall in love with you after your last messy breakup. You and Will had been best friends for as long as you remember so you weren't surprised when small feelings had bubbled for him. You had assumed it was lust or just how close of friends you were but no. You had fallen in love with him, and you fell fast.

You abruptly got up from the table and let out some mumbled excuse and ran out the doors into the fresh air.

Thankfully, the pub was only two blocks away from Will's flat so you walked there, crying lightly as you walked. You knocked on the front door, Gee thankfully opening pretty quickly and bringing you to sit on her sofa.

You sobbed as she bought over a mug of hot chocolate, hugging you tightly after you took a sip.

"What happened?" She asked, her voice softer than your childhood teddy bear.

"I'm in love with Will." You sobbed.

"That's okay." She whispered.

"No, it's not. I shouldn't have fallen in love with him." You cried. Gee already knew about your messy past so she understood to not press the issue. She pulled you into a hug and stroked your back soothingly, trying to calm you down.

Gee stroked you back as you sobbed on the sofa, she whispered calming things into your ear as you continued sobbing.

"It's going to be okay. You're not alone in this." Gee said affirmatively.

You couldn't form and words as the cries continued to come.

Will walked in a few moments after.

"Are you all right? What's happened?" He asked coming to sit by your side.

You just let out a choked sob and stood up running out the door to the balcony. Will stayed on the couch, confused to see you completely shut him down like that. He turned to Gee, eager to get some answers but Gee just motioned for him to follow.

Will opened the door to the balcony and shut it softly, coughing to make his presence known. You still jumped, turning to look at him with tears racing down your cheeks, you sighed and turned away from him.

"Fuck off, Will." You muttered. 

"What did I do?" Will pleaded slightly and you wiped your eyes and turned to him.

"You want to know?"

"I fell in love with you." You whispered.

"What's the problem with that? I'm lost. I love you too." Will reached forward but you avoided his touch.

"Everyone I’ve loved has either died or left me and I’ll be damned if your name is added to that list.” You explained. "We've been best friends for years, Will. You've never left my side and I don't want it to change now." You whimpered.

"Exactly, y/n. I never left your side so why would I go now?" Will exclaimed.

You flinched. "I know, but after Scotty-"

"Scotty was a dickhead, he took advantage of you but you were strong enough to warn him before it was too late. He left you and thank God he did. I'm not gonna hurt you as he did. At least, not on purpose." Will explained, taking your hands in his own. "I love you and I'm not going to give that up because you're scared."

"Will, my parents-" You cried gently.

"I know. Your dad was a dickhead for leaving after your mum died, I know that. I'm not going to make excuses for him but he was heartbroken, he loved your mum and you. I think your fear of love comes from him. He was scared of saying goodbye to you so he did it on his terms. Romantic love isn't something to be scared of." Will whispered, kissing your hands lightly. "I love you and that's exciting, we can go on adventures together and figure this out. What do you say?"

You looked down at your hands and then into his eyes. You took a deep breath and then nodded.

"Okay." You whispered and let out a small cry of happiness.

"Really?" Will beamed, disbelief clear in his voice.

"Really." You assured causing him to pick you up and spin you around before planting a kiss on his lips.

"So, will you do the honours of being my girlfriend?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, Will, I'll be your girlfriend."

He pulled you in for another passionate kiss before laughing slightly. The two of you walked back into the flat to be met by Gee who pulled you into a hug.

"Hurt her and you're dead." She said to Will who put his hands up defensively.

"I don't plan too." He smiled. Gee simply smiled back.

"You staying the night then?" She asked.

You nodded, "A nice night with my boyfriend and best friend what more could I ask for?"

Gee beamed at you as Will pulled you in for another kiss. You could get used to that.

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[whereyoustand]

Pancakes, Anyone?

Will Lenney x Reader

can I request a willne imagine where he wakes up and you arent in bed and he walks in on your cooking breakfast for alex and george and gee and it's all fluffy

Summary- You make breakfast for everyone after a night out and Will realises how much he loves you.

Warnings- Swearing, My terrible writing, Mentions of drinking,

Masterlist

Will's eyes fluttered open as he woke up from his sleep. Bright sunlight drifted into his room through the small gap between his curtain.

He remembered the nights before and rubbed his head to stop his hangover headache from rolling in. He groaned, wishing he didn't drink so much.

He felt around for you and his eyebrows furrowed when he came up empty.

He sat up quickly and glanced around. You weren't getting ready or anything. Will reached for his phone and glanced at the time, 9:46am. It was early.

He threw of his covers and pulled on some sweatpants and pulled on a jumper as he walked out the room. A strong smell distracted him for a second and he was confused as to who was cooking. He heard laughs in the kitchen.

He paused and waited to hear more.

"I didn't know you cooked?" He heard Alex say.

"Yeah, thank God though!" He heard George. "Was worried you and Will would be fucked otherwise!"

Will had invited them to stay the night so they weren't having to travel home drunk.

"What can I say? I enjoy cooking." You had chuckled. "Now what do you want on your pancakes?"

Will walked into the kitchen where Alex and George were sat at the counter and you were piling up pancakes. Will took a moment to stare at you and take in your presence. Your hair was put up messily so it was out of your face and you were in one of Will's jumpers that reached your knees.

"Here's some painkillers babe, I'm sure you have a hangover." You commented. "You drunk loads last night!"

"Thanks love." Will smiled and took the pills with a glass of water.

"Want any pancakes, babe?" You asked a smile on your face.

Will nodded.

"You have to give me a kiss then!" You smirked as you walked over to him.

"Ugh gross!" He pretended to gag.

"Fine no pancakes!" You shrugged innocently. Will quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap and placed a kiss on your lips.

"Ew guys, really?" George groaned.

Alex laughed. "Yeah leave it for the clickbait!"

Will flipped them off as you stood up and continued with the pancakes.

"Oh my-" Gee walked into the room. "Are those pancakes?"

"Yeah." You smiled. "Feel free to take them. There are spreads there." You pointed to an array of spreads and sides that remained scattered on the kithen side.

Will watched in awe as you poured the batter in. It was so very simple and yet all he could think about was how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

"How many pancakes do you want, love?" You asked.

"Um three at the moment please." Will smiled.

"Y/n these are fucking amazing!" George sighed in delight.

"I'm glad you like them!" You beamed. "Be a bit awkward if you didn't."

"Have you ever thought about becoming a chef?" Gee asked, she'd seen you cook a few times sine you'd stay round their flat so often."

"I'd love to." You flipped the pancake. "But it's so hard to be good with, ya'know, Gordon Ramsay and Jamie Oliver and people like that."

"Jamie Oliver can suck my left but for all I care!" Alex rolled his eyes. You let out a laugh and Will swears it's the most beautiful noise he's heard.

"Well I'm just saying," Alex continued, "he always says everyone else is shit and he's over rated. His food is shit!"

"Someone's passionate about this subject!" George snorted.

You let out a loud laugh as Alex flipped off George. Will stared at you, his mouth forming a small smile. He was so utterly and deeply in love with you.

You put a plate of three pancakes in front of Will and smiled. "Here you are," you beamed. "Fluffy, just how you like them!"

"Thank you!" Will exclaimed and started to grab spreads.

You started turning everything off and put the pan into the sink and started to wash it up.

"You not making yourself any?" Alex asked as he took a bite.

You smiled. "There's no batter left."

Will stopped spreading and glanced at you.

"I'm not that hungry anyway." You promised and placed the pan to drain. Will frowned a little and finished spreading his second pancake.

He got out a second plate and put on pancake on it and put a different spread on it.

Once Alex and George were finished, they said their goodbyes and left. Well, they left after you convinced Alex you was fine with doing all the dishes. You had given them hugs before they left and reminded them that your door was open and fresh food was always being made.

Gee then went to her room after receiving a call from her boyfriend. She smiled lightly and started skipping out the room to talk to her boyfriend.

You started to wash up more dishes when Will grabbed you arm. You glanced at Will with a raised eyebrow before he handed you the plate with a pancake on and your favourite spread on top of it.

Your eyes widened as you looked at the pancake and back at him.

"How did you-?" You started to ask but couldn't find the words.

"You always brush your teeth straight away after eating. Your breath still stinks." Will shrugged. You playfully punched him and sat at the counter. "Now, I'll wash up and you can eat up."

"You're amazing, you know that?" You commented, gazing lovingly at your boyfriend.

"Yeah, you say it to me everyday!" Will joked.

"Oh fuck off!" You rolled your eyes sarcastically and ate another bite of your pancake.

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I know you can relate.

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[foliea]

Eboys x Intro

Eboys Episode 4 - “We Rigged A 2000 Player Kahoot Game”

give credit if used

bonus Will & Alex’s reactions to Will winning

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Bonus Will getting mad at George while reading fanfiction

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Requests

my first one shot will be out in around 10 minutes about bluesdank! please send requests for which com crew/ youtubers i could write about!

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[whats-consistency]

Confessions - WillNE

Warnings: none :)

A/N: this is my first fic on here, I hope you like!! Feel free to request

You and Will had always been the best of friends. The first time the two of you met, an instant connection was made and you remained inseparable. The problem was, you've developed some feelings for the oblivious boy over the years and it broke your heart to remind yourself that he would only see you as a friend.

"Y/n?" There was a knock at your apartment door, Will's voice travelling through it.

"You can come on in, Will. I'll just be a few more minutes," you chirped from your bedroom, fixing your (h/c) hair and touching up your makeup for your night in.

It does seem like a bit much considering you two weren't going anywhere, but he was the man you were so madly in love with after all. He may have seen you at all of your highs and lows, but that doesn't mean every time he saw you had to be a low. Will came in, standing with his hands in his jacket pockets in the doorway.

"You look nice," he flashed you a cheeky grin, pulling you into his chest for a hug.

"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself," you let out a giggle, pulling away from him momentarily to look into those gorgeous green eyes of his.

A moment of silence passed before you cleared your throat and moved towards the couch. "Ready to get your ass kicked in FIFA?"

"No way in hell, (y/n)!"

The two of you played the video game for a while, playfully shoving each other back and forth to get an advantage and exchanging playful banters. At one point, you were about to score, so Will leaned across you and tried to take your controller.

"William!! This is cheating!" You laughed, holding your hands (and the controller) as far away from him as possible.

Will reached for the controller again, this time grabbing it successfully but losing balance in his endeavor and falling on top of you. Will was in between your legs, face dangerously close to yours with his hands pinning yours above you.

"Will?" You murmured, your mind foggy from his close proximity.

"(Y/n), I..." Wil trailed off, eyes flickering down to your lips and back up. "I..."

Frustrated with his lack of the right words, his hands released your wrists and slid down to your waist as he crashed his lips to yours. Letting out a surprised squeak, you responded almost immediately, grabbing his face and kissing back eagerly.

Will was the first to pull away, leaving your lips to chase after his. He let out a soft chuckle and pulled you into his arms, letting you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck.

"I love you, Will," you whispered, burrowing into him more.

"You.... what?"

Icy shock radiated through your body, realizing what you'd just confessed.

"I-,"

A large grin split across his face and his eyes danced with happiness. "I love you too, Y/n. Always have."

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[live-laugh-lenney]

rewatching will’s old videos from the beginning and letting my imagination run wild with a story idea i’ve been writing small pieces for !!

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[blueeyedgeorgie]

Close My Eyes(4)

I close my eyes and I make believe You’re the one that’s holding me

Pairing: WillNE x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k+

Pronouns: She/Her

A/N: This is where I made the changes to the story. Big changes.

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Five months. It had been five months since Will had last spoken to Y/n. Will had finally caved into Everett's demands of him keeping his distance. He did everything he had to keep her away. He blocked her contact, blocked her social media. He told Gee if Y/n had ever shown up at their front door, he wasn't going to speak to her. Will couldn't even tell if Y/n had been trying to reach out to him, he couldn't tell how long it took for Y/n to finally give up on their friendship. It hurt horribly, but it was worth it if it meant Y/n would be safe as she could be. At this point, Will's friends had learned not to mention Y/n around him. Whenever her name had been mentioned, he'd practically shut down. He'd end up closing up, becoming stiff and tense. He'd try and leave the room or setting as quickly as possible to get away from the conversation. Will had soon taught himself to tune the thought of Y/n out. He learned how to forget her. He figured out how to forget all the memories he had with her. For the first month or two, it hurt like hell. He missed seeing her. He missed being able to be in her presence. He missed the way her smile could light up a room. He just wanted to hold her close. He wanted to be able to whisper sweet things to her, reminding her that he'd always keep her safe. Keeping her safe... it was strange to think he was keeping her safe by keeping his distance. The day Y/n had figured out Will blocked her out of his life was a heart-shattering day. She had sobbed for hours, the only person to comfort her was her maid of honor. Everett hadn't shown any signs of sympathy, he almost seemed proud to have Will cut Y/n off. Y/n had left voicemail after voicemail for Will, which he never received. When she snuck out to stop by his flat, she had been ushered away by his flatmate. Gaby had even tried to reach out to Will, only to be given the exact same treatment as Y/n. After a month, Y/n had finally accepted it all. But Will lingered in her mind almost every day. She missed him. She just wanted to be with him. She wanted to hear him say everything would be okay. As the wedding date rolled closer and closer, Y/n had become quite more anxious. At this point, she wasn't sure if she was ready to get married. Everything was moving so fast, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to be Everett's wife for the rest of her life. But it seemed to be too late to cancel things. "How do you feel?" Gaby spoke behind Y/n, tightening the back of Y/n's white gown. Gaby. She had been Y/n's rock throughout all of this. She had been Y/n's shoulder to cry on. Gaby felt sympathetic for Y/n. She had watched everything happen from the beginning. She was clever enough to not call Everett out on his decisions and choices, otherwise she wouldn't have been in Y/n's life anymore. "Gaby. Get out." The room had gotten cold of all sudden. Everett walked in, a look of distaste on his face. "But I was-" "You heard me," he snapped in a stern voice. Without saying another word, Gaby took her exit, leaving the engaged couple alone. At this point Everett had started to circle Y/n, his eyes roaming her body. Y/n felt so vulnerable, she didn't like it one bit. She stared at herself in the mirror that sat in the corner of the room. She felt scared to even look at her soon to be husband. "Why are you wearing your wedding gown, Y/n?" Everett spoke in a low tone, sending a shiver down Y/n's spine. "I just wanted to try it on one more time before our wedding." Y/n couldn't help but speak in a low tone. It sounds so abnormal for Y/n to be speaking in such a tone. Everett stopped his circling, walking up behind Y/n. As soon as he stood right behind her, his hands reached out, grabbing onto her arms harshly. It felt like he wanted to leave bruises on her, as though they'd be some type of cruel trophy showing his ownership of her. He made eye contact with Y/n through the mirror, they stared at each other for a moment before Everett made a tutting noise. "Y/n... you're quite the fool, aren't you? You're going to ruin your dress. And a week before my wedding?" He yanked Y/n, turning around to face him, his grip tightened on her arms as they faced each other now. Leaning down, he raised his voice, almost growling. "How dare you? You don't realize I'm tired, overworked all for my wedding? I've been trying to make it perfect, yet you keep getting in the way. What a disappointment you are. Have anything to say?" Y/n debated with herself, should she really say anything? Or was this another trap to give him a reason to get angry at her? Y/n kept their mouth shut, their eyes emotionless as they fought back tears. "Answer me!" His voice dripped with venom as he began to shake Y/n by the grip he held on her poor arms. He definitely would leave bruises now. Again, Y/n stayed silent. That had only made Everett so much more infuriated. Within seconds, Y/n fell to the floor, her cheek stung. That's when she realized it. Everett punched her. The tears immediately started to fall as soon as his fist collided with her face. Glancing up, all she could see was the scowl on Everett's face. He had shown no sign of regret for putting his hands on her. Muttering a small 'clean yourself up,' Everett disappeared out of the doorway. "Oh my god, Y/n! What happened?!" What felt like seconds had only been minutes when Gaby appeared again to find her best friend crying. By now Y/n had finally gained her strength to stand up from where she crashed to the floor. "I-I need to go," Y/n whimpered, passing by her bridesmaid. There was only one person she needed right now. And she was willing to go and see him even if he didn't want to speak to her.

Will had invited the Eboys over for drinks and future video planning. So far they only had three video ideas planned out, but no idea where they'd be filming the videos. "I just think we shouldn't even try to film a football video-" George had flinched at the sound of the front door being pounded on. "Will, it's me. It's N/n. Please, I need you. I only need you right now," Y/n could be hear on the other side of the door. "Is she... crying?" Alex raised a brow, his eyes looked on the door. Will froze, staring at the door. If he didn't answer it, she'd go home. 'But she's crying you asshole.' "Will, I'm so sorry. He was such a bad man." Y/n had slid down to the floor, leaning against the front door as she sobbed.                                                                                                     "You've got no balls, Will." George gave his friend a look before making his way to the front door. As soon as the door opened, Y/n sat up, quickly rushing into Will's arms. Will automatically wrapped his arms around Y/n, holding her as tight as possible, he didn't want to let her ago again. He could feel his eyes water, was this actually her? This wasn't some cruel dream? When they finally pulled away from the hug, Will kept his arms around her waist, still holding her near. As soon as Will got a good look at her the first thing he had noticed was her gown. 'Runaway bride?' But the most important thing he noticed was the bruise forming on her cheek. He knew exactly who did this to her. "I'm going to kill him and no one will find his pathetic body." As Will made his way to the front door, he had been stopped by James. Somehow, Y/n had gotten Will to calm down after a while. She had promised to set charges against Everett for assault and to put a restraining order against him. After getting that all sorted out, Y/n had explained the whole story to her old friends. She told them about the way he yelled at her. She explained how he made her cut everyone out of her life. She mentioned how he chose everything for their wedding, even the gown she was wearing at the moment. After spending the day with her friends, catching up on everything and being comforted by them, James, George, and Alex decided to head back to their homes for the night. "Not to sound as demanding as your fiance-" "Ex fiance. I'm not gonna go through that marriage." Y/n cut Will off for a moment. "Yeah. Not to sound as demanding as that jackass, but you're gonna stay here tonight. We still have your old room from before you moved in with him and if you need clothes you can borrow Gee's or mine." "Yeah, sounds like a smart idea," Y/n nodded. "By the way, Y/n." Will smiled a bit, "You look good in a wedding gown." "Thanks, Will. But I think you're gonna have to help me upstairs in this gown. You would believe how hard it was to drive here." Y/n replied in a sheepish tone, trying to fight back the small blush on her cheeks. Will grinned, looking from the staircase to the love of his life. "We can make that work." Quickly, he picked her up in bridal style, making Y/n let out a small squeal. As the pair made their way up the stairs, Y/n decided to mention another thing to Will. "Also, I'm gonna need you to loosen this dress and get me that one t-shirt I use to steal all the time. You still have it, right?" "Why wouldn't I have it? I remember the last day you gave it back to me I didn't wash it until it didn't have your scent anymore." "You're a dork," Y/n giggled, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. "How am I the dork? You're the one asking for the t-shirt." "You offered your clothes, stupid," Y/n smiled as Will put her down. They reached the top of the stairs. "Am I stupid or am I a dork?" "You're both." Will was laying in bed scrolling through Instagram. He had unblocked Y/n, only to scroll through the Instagram posts she made in the past three months. At first, he hadn't noticed the figure standing in his doorway. But as soon as his eyes landed on her, he knew it was Y/n. "Will?" "Yes, N/n?" "I thought... nevermind. It's stupid." "What is it?" Will sat up, turning off his phone. "Can I cuddle with you? I just need you." "Of course," Will nodded, patting the spot next to him in bed. "C'mon." Y/n climbed into bed, laying down on Will's chest. Will put his phone down, wrapping his arms around the girl laying down. After all this waiting, maybe he would be able to have his happy ending with her.

Will jumped at the sound of pounding. He glanced down, noticing the sleeping girl in his arms. So it wasn't a dream. His mind had been pulled away from Y/n when he heard the pounding for a second time. Slowly, he got out of bed, trying not to disturb Y/n. As soon as she was out of his grasp, Will made his way downstairs. The pounding got louder, someone was knocking on the door. When Will realized who was at the front door, he opened it. "Give her back, Lenney-" Everett had been interrupted by being pinned to the wall. "How dare you put your hands on such a sweet girl. Y/n didn't deserve any of the pain you put her through. I'm not gonna let that keep happening. Instead of stooping as low as you and resorting to assault, I'll be getting in contact with the police. Also, you might want to leave before someone calls security from how loud you've been." When Will had finished speaking, he had shoved Everett, shutting the door on him before he could have the final word. He waited for a minute, wanting to make sure Conway wouldn't bother to knock on his door for a second time. After being sure he wasn't going to try anything, Will turned to go upstairs, only to find Y/n standing there at the end on the staircase. "You weren't in bed when I woke up." "Sorry," Will sighed, approaching her. "I had to deal with something. Do you want to go out for breakfast?" "Breakfast sounds great." Within a week Y/n had divorced Everett, pressed charges against him for assault, and placed a restraining order on him. Just as she promised Will. Everyone was happy, except for the one person who didn't deserve happiness. When fans saw Will and Y/n were back to hanging out, they were excited. They had missed Y/n so much, people adored seeing they had reunited. Months after Y/n's divorce, Will had finally asked Y/n out. He didn't want to rush her into a new relationship after her last one was a dumpster fire. When Y/n was able to call Will her boyfriend, it seemed like everything was going right for once. Everything was perfect now, and that's how it'd stay.

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[damn-behzinga]

Will Comes Home

pt 4

Will Lenney Centric

summary- Will comes home and tries to do a Livestream. Stephen doesn't let it happen for obvious reasons.

warnings-

part one

part two

part three

master list

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Will has been spotted in London with Otis!

[Two pictures of Will are attached. The first one is Will on the phone, trying to pull his suitcase and hold on to Otis' lead. The next one is more zoomed in. The bags under Will's eyes are dark, and he looks pale. The fans are definitely concerned over this.]

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Will felt a weight lifting off his shoulders as he wandered into his flat.

His home.

He kicked off his shoes and unclipped Otis' lead from his harness so he can run around the flat for a bit. Will heard a gasp from Gee's room and immediately she came running out to engulf him in a hug.

She gushes about how much she missed him and Will almost gets emotional. He had kept her updated every day whilst he was away.

Once she pulled away from her friend, Gee quickly turned her attention to Otis. Will smiled as he watched the scene before taking his bags to his room. When he walked in there he noticed a large envelope on his bed.

"Gee?" He called. "What's this?"

Gee made her way to Will's room and grinned. "Open it and find out." She smiled.

Will's eyes narrowed as he opened the envelope and pulled out a card. The front is full of pictures of him and his mates in front of it. The one that catches Will's eye is a picture of him, Alex, George, James, and Fraser. It's from a party they all went to, Will doesn't really remember it. Also on the front of the card, in big letters, is the words, "You're not alone!".

Will felt himself tear up a little as he opened the card up to see almost thirty messages written from different people.

He noticed Stephen's first because of the massive dick drawing next to it (it makes Will snort with laughter). He also noticed Laurence's because Laurence has a habit of drawing smiley faces next to his name.

Will quickly wiped away the tears that slowly started falling down his face. He hated himself for getting all emotional over the card he hadn't even read yet.

"Thank you." He whispered to Gee.

She smiled sweetly and said, "You deserve it, Will."

Will sat down and read over a few of the messages.

"Stephen wanted to come over," Gee stated. "He'll be here in a couple hours."

Will nodded and put the card on his bedside table.

"Do you want some help to unpack?" Gee asked, motioning to the suitcase that laid on the floor. Will nodded.

Within a few minutes, they were blasting tunes and throwing clothes about.

-

Will was on the verge of a panic attack. His hands were shaking as he reached for his phone. He was letting out a sob as he clicked on the Instagram app.

"Will! Stop!" Stephen yelled as he ran into the room. He quickly grabbed Will's phone of him and put it in his pocket. "You can't Livestream mate."

"Why not?" Will asked shakily.

"Because that's not fair on you. Once you're better." Stephen said. He gently grabbed Will and moved him to the floor so he could sit down. Otis quickly ran into the room to comfort his owner.

"Are you gonna want help getting out of this one?" Will shook his head. Stephen nodded and sat opposite Will and watched him carefully. As Will's breathing started to get shorter and lighter, he started to scratch at his arm. Stephen watched as Otis tried to move Will's hands. Stephen whispered words of encouragement.

'Why can't I fucking breathe?' Will thought, clawing at his throat. Suddenly, a hand grabbed Will's wrist and brought it to a chest. 'Why can't I remember who was here a second ago?' Will felt how the person was breathing and tried to copy it.

Eventually, Will's breathing evened out and he was able to see properly. His hearing slowly returned and he heard Stephen's voice.

"You're doing great. So good Will. Well done." Stephen encouraged, his voice a low whisper so he didn't scare the other.

"Ste-?" Will slurred.

"Hey, mate. Feeling any better?" Stephen asked. Will nodded, taking his hand off Stephen's chest and stroked Otis.

"You know going on social media won't be good for your health." Stephen scolded lightly. Will nodded.

"I feel bad. 'S all." He closed his eyes and rested his head against the desk beside him.

"Why do you feel bad?" Stephen asked.

"They don't know what's going and I haven't said anything in so long." Will sighed, opening his eyes to look at his friends.

"You can tell them. Maybe do a video or something." Stephen suggested. Will simply nodded not having much energy to do anything else.

Stephen stood up and helped Will get to his feet.

"Now," Stephen smiled. "Let's get back to watching the movie yeah?"

They walked back to the living room and sat on the sofa. Will doesn't know when he fell asleep but when he woke up in the morning, he was in his bed with Otis asleep at the end.

Will rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes and he sighed as he poured Otis a bowl of food.

He sighed and looked at the sofa were Stephen laid asleep. He wanted to get better but he still felt off.

"What are you thinking about?" Gee asked as she walked into their kitchen and poured herself a cup of water.

"I want to get better." Will sighed.

"I'm proud of you," Gee whispered. "For wanting that. You've grown so much in the last few months and I'm so proud."

Will stood silently for a minute before whispering, "I really want to die Gee."

"Oh, Will." She said sadly, pulling him into a hug. "Please don't go. Who am I gonna have playful banter with?"

“I don’t know? Josh.” Will shrugged.

“As much as I love Josh, you’re my best friend. I don’t want you to leave. I love you too much,” She whispered. “Do you want to keep talking about it or there’s a new episode of I’m A Celeb?” Gee suggested. 

Will nodded, “Let’s go watch it.”

“Will,” Gee grabbed his arm and stopped him from walking any further. “Promise me you’ll tell your therapist about that.”

Will nodded. “I promise.”  Gee smiled tearily. “Thank you. I love you.”

“Love you too.” Will smiled.

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[whereyoustand]

The Veteran

Will Lenney x Reader

Summary- The reader surprises Will at a panel after fighting in another country for a year.

Warnings- Swearing, My terrible writing, Mentions of war

Masterlist

Laurence sat at the table editing the latest XO Give Advice video. He was going through Will's clips and almost flinched when he saw what the querie was.

It was about a kid wanting to join the army but not knowing how to tell his family.

Will was quite hostile when responding. "You'll get shot. And also everyone around you is going to miss you and they're never gonna know if you're okay. They'll be living in dread never knowing that you are safe and haven't killed yourself for your country! You go away for months, maybe years, at a time and only get to send a few letters. One time they'll tell you that you'll been gone for thrre months and the next thing you know you'll be gone for almost a year! You can't call or text. It's so scary, not only you, but for every person in your life!"

Laurence sighed and rubbed his eyes at Will's response. Laurence knew you had been away for a while but didn't realise it was coming close to year. He quickly called over his friends and devised a plan.

They planned for it to happen for the next two months when they'll be doing a panel at Summer In The City.

Laurence wrote you a letter detailing his plan. He sent it off and was pleasantly surprised when he got a letter back from you explaining that you'd love to join in and you were due to return home the month of Summer In The City. You both promised not to tell Will and the plan was under way.

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The audience silenced at the sudden change in lighting. The once bright lights went out and no one could see a thing apart from a few torches from phones.

"Um stay calm guys, we'll be get this sorted." Laurence spoke into his microphone which was still working. He then stood up and walked to a near by worker who was pretending to talk into her earpiece. "Is everything going according to plan?" He whispered trying not to draw in anyone's attention.

She nodded before replying, "Sir the lights will be back on as soon as possible!" Her voice was loud hoping to not raise any suspicion.

Laurence made his way back to his seat and talked into the microphone that everything would be back on in a few minuets.

Suddenly, one light flashed onto Will. His eyebrows furrowed with confusion as he looked at his friends who shrugged innocently. Will brought the microphone to his lips and said, "Sorry guys, I have no clue what's going on right now." And let out a loud laugh.

Then, another light flashed in the middle of the aisle where no one sat. And then another one further back. Everyone started to shuffle in their seats and mumble with confusion.

"If everyone could stay in their seats, all will be alright." Brian said into his microphone as another light further back flashed on.

One by one the aisle lights flashed on backwards unroll they reached the end where a figure stood. Will's breath caught in his throat. He looked at his friends who grinned. Their you stood dressed in military uniform and a wide smile on your face. You grabbed a microphone from a worker standing near you and brought it to your lips.

"Hi Will." You said simply and immediately Will dropped his microphone onto his seat and jumped off stage. Everyone started to clap as you sprinted forward towards one and other. You met in the middle where you embraced one and other whilst Will picked you up and spun you around. The cheers got louder and all the lights turned back on revealing the audience and the three boys on stage. You let out a few tears into Will's shoulder as he out you down.

You pulled out of your embrace and looked at each other before engulfing each other once again. Neither of you wanting to let go.

"I'm never letting you go again." Will sobbed.

"I don't plan to." You whispered. "I've missed out on you for a year. We have a lot to catch up on."

"I'm so proud of you, ya know?" Will spoke as he let you go. "You have seen horrific things and had to leave everyone behind. But you somehow still act yourself and sent me a letter every time you could and help people. You make me, and everyone else, so, so incredibly proud. I love you so much and I don't want to wave you goodbye and hope it's not the last ever again!"

"I love you too." You sobbed as the two of you stood up.

"Let's give it up to the happy couple everyone!" Stephen cheered and everyone joined in.

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[im-robins-bitch]

Sore Loser | Willne

Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing

Requested: Yes, Thank you so much <3

Summary: Will’s being a sore loser and Y/N is loving every minute of it. ~x~ The room was filled with your devil like laughter as you teasingly pointed at Will, you smirked at him as you danced with Victory, Sunderland had just won for the 6th time in a row and you took great pleasure in rubbing it in your boyfriend’s face.

Another song had come up and you tried to drag Will up to dance, but with an expression like a smacked arse, he declined, making you pout and shrug your shoulder, going to dance with Joel who was just as happy as you were.

You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck as the two of you jumped up and down, “We are the best!” You two sang in unison, sloppy grins covering your faces as you barely managed to stay upright. You span around, winking at Will every time you saw him glare from the bar.

“Will looks pretty pissed you know.” Joe panted, as you two had finally stopped jumping.

“Yeah, well he’ll get over it.” You muttered, holding onto Joel’s shoulders to keep yourself steady.

“Are you sure, maybe we should-”

“I already asked him to come and dance but he said no, serves him right for being such a sore loser.” You retorted, swaying your hips from side to side completely ignoring the beat of the music. “If he wants to come he should come up himself.” You said rolling your eyes.

“You two are too stubborn,” Joel commented, shaking his head. He could see Will from where he was standing, almost chuckling as he watched him stare at the two of you in distaste, his eyes never leaving the two of you.

7 songs later and the pride of winning you had felt was gone, instead, you felt exhausted, dancing, well more like slumping against chip who had taken Joel’s place after he caught the eye of some blonde girl on the other side of the club. All you wanted was to curl up in your bed with Will and get some sleep, Will however still hadn’t moved from his spot.

He had finally had enough, seeing your entire body practically leaning against Chip he stood up from the chair, taking the final swig of whatever he had been drinking all night and marched over to you. He grabbed you by the hips, prying you off of Chip making you almost scream in response. “Oh it’s you,” You hummed, lazily smiling at him ignoring the stare down he was giving Chip who was raising his hands up in defense behind you. “Can we go ho-” You were cut off when Will grabbed your face and smashed it into yours, so hard you were glad your mouth had been closed or you would have chipped a tooth. “What’s that for,” You asked, snaking your arms around his neck once you had parted.

“Just showing everyone who’s yours.” He said, smirking as you rest your head against his.

“You’re mine huh...I like the sound of that.”

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[fluxwriter]

Shy she is. [willne] [1]

will and you were dating for about three months now. you were not familiair with the hole youtube hassle. being more of a shy type, growing up in a small town. occasionally you would come visit your family in London. every two weeks you had a family gatherings in your aunt’s coffee shop. that’s how will and you met. it was raining cats and dogs, so he had to hide from the rain. “can I take your coat?” you said to the stranger. since you were sixteen you helped often in the coffee shop but you never saw this attractive guy before. “that would be nice.” a smile escaped his lips. you hanged his coat up and took the orders of the other customers before you walked to the soaked stranger . “can I get you something?” he looked confused at you. “something hot maybe? it’s freezing out there.” he said, making it sound like a question. “I know we are a coffee shop, but our hot chocolate milk is the best of london.” he nodded. you turned around and came 5 minutes later back with his order. “do you have a lot to do?” he questioned. “it’s getting calmer.” you playing with your braid. “please, sit with me.” you looked around and gave in. “pew, it’s been a day.”he sipped from his drink. “my name is will.” he looked you in the eyes. “mines, y/n.” you stayd over at will’s. “y/n, your family is absolutely amazing. and your friends, what a cool gang!” he hoocked his fingers with yours. “maybe you should meet mine once.” he knew this was a pretty big step for you. when it came to meeting new people, you were pretty shy. as a child, you were happy with just your family and that few good friends around you. will and you had decided you would not appear in one of his video’s. some fans find out you were dating since will followed you on every social media and you following him back. liking each othetrs pictures some titled as “dinner night with,bæ.” and you being spot in his instagram and snapchat story. that also ment people you never met before following you, liking your pictures, commenting on everything. some even took it to your dm’s. “will, I don’t know. don’t get me wrong. they all look so nice but they are already a friendshipgroup and I won’t just fit in like that.” he pocked your side “y/n,love, I know you love your safe environment but they really want to meet you and I promised we would come tommorow.” he bit his lip. “I’m shy! you know!” you stood up and yelled laughing. “see you’re just as crazy as them.” he paused “in your own way.” making you feel confortable with yourself. “ok, I will do it.” he gave you a smile and attacked you with a hug.

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[esobsessions]

Request list!

This is basically a list of people I read about let’s not lie

I can’t be bothered to separate these into sections sorry loves 🙂🙃

Tom Holland

(Tom Holland’s) Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Dylan O’Brien/Stiles Stilinski/Thomas

Lydia Martin

Zendaya/MJ

Willne

Harry Styles

10th+11th Doctor (Matt and David)

Theo Raeken

Newt (MR)

Shane Madej

Ryan Bergara

Lets start off small :)

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