#i just hate photos of me and i hate talking over messages......oops

[banannabethchase]

Can I get 9E with JungleCorpse?

(Or a Mox pairing of your choice if JungleCorpse is too much to ask…)

Take a Picture (It'll Last Longer) - also on AO3

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Mox opens his phone to see a photo from Matt Jackson that definitely wasn't meant for him.

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Dialogue 9: “Five star match? More like five star ass.”, Scenario E: Texted something sensitive to the wrong number

I straight up have no idea how to write Jungle Boy so here have some MoxMatt nonsense.

And. Um. I went a little overboard. Oops. I hope you like it!

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Mox studies the photo. It's gotta be a mistake, is the thing. Matt Jackson, especially now, has only ever sent him work related information.

So the image of Matt posing in the mirror, stark naked, with his ass front and center, is a surprise. He’s looking over his shoulder almost coyly, like he knows what the photo would do to the receiver. And then Mox is suddenly desperate to know who the photo was meant for.

He opens his other messages to text Bryan to come over, or maybe Yuta, but he flips back to Matt’s message. As much as he hates the guy, it feels like he's leaking nudes to show this to anybody else. Also, as an EVP, he's pretty sure Matt could have him blacklisted, and Mox would possibly deserve it.

five star matches? more like five star ass, he decides to text. He hesitates briefly before hitting send. And then he does it.

He grins as the call comes through seconds later. "Hey, Bucky boy," he chuckles, getting comfortable in his chair. "What could this call be about?"

"Don't call me Bucky boy," Matt snaps. "And I implore you to delete that picture off your phone. It went to the wrong person. Obviously."

"Implore?" Mox asks. "What a word. Gonna have talk less fancy to me, baby."

"Don't call me baby!"

"You sent me an ass pick, Matthew." It's all Mox can do not to laugh. "I can't call you Bucky boy, I can't call you baby. What can I call you?"

"You can call me Matt," he says. He sounds like a prissy bitch, even just on the phone. "And, seriously, please delete it."

"Can I look a little more first?" Mox asks. He puts the phone on speaker and pulls the phone up. "Who was it meant to go to?"

"None of your business," Matt grumbles.

"You look great," Mox says, because he's only a man and a hot man is a hot man. Even if he is annoying as hell. "Could bounce a quarter off that thing."

"Yeah?" Matt's tone is different now, almost preening.

Mox leans into a hunch. "Your back looks great, too. Definition's crazy."

Matt makes a strange, self satisfied little noise. "Well, I was doing a lot of leg days and lots of glutes when my arm was injured, so I had to catch up over a few weeks in the top half." He pauses for a second. "My biceps are massive right now."

"Maybe next time you accidentally sext your boyfriend you could send that bicep shot to me, too." Mox is having fun, sure, but he's not pleased by the fact that it's not just fun. His dick is far more interested than he expected at the idea of Matt, standing in front of some hotel mirror, posing for a camera.

What he might look like posing for Mox.

"He is not my boyfriend," Matt says sharply. "Sometimes it takes some creative photography to get laid, okay?"

Mox lets that sink in. "Not your boyfriend, huh?"

"Getting fucked by Brody King? Doable. Dating him? Couldn't handle his spooky friends."

Mox almost misses the second part because he half slides off his chair. "You're fucking Brody King?"

"Yeah," Matt says. "We hook up every once in a while, but ever since he's moved over to Collision I haven't met up with him." He sighs, mournfully, and Mox thinks he knows exactly what Matt is suggesting. "Per the photo, I'm getting a little -" He cuts himself off.

"Say it," Mox goads. "Come on. You were gonna say desperate."

"Was not!"

"Were too." Mox laughs. "It's okay, baby.” He shouldn’t say it. He should be professional about this. “I'm in room 245 if you want to take care of that desperation."

Matt's quiet for a second, and Mox crosses his fingers that he didn't just commit a big enough HR violation that he's officially fired. "This is a terrible idea."

"Never claimed to be the king of good ones."

"I'll be there in five."

Mox tidies the place up, not enough to look like he cares, but enough to not be gross, and spends a full thirty seconds trying to figure out where to sit before remembering he has to get up to get the door anyway.

There's a knock on the door, and he nearly jumps. He shakes it off and walks to the door, opening it as nonchalantly as possible. "Hey."

"This is a stupid idea," Matt says, stepping into Mox's hotel room. "Possibly the worst ever." He glances behind him as Mox shuts the door, then pulls his shirt off over his head.

Mox opens his mouth to say something, but his mouth freezes in a gape. "Holy fuck," he mutters.

"What?" Matt asks. The fucker flexes.

"Did you get a pump in before you came here? Jesus Christ." Mox reaches out and touches before he can stop himself. Even the injured arm is huge, biceps the size of his head. "Lift much?"

Matt's grin goes self-satisfied and cocky. "Didn't need a pump. This is just how I look."

Mox licks his lips. "Doubt your ass looks as good in person."

Matt locks eyes with Mox as he shimmies out of his sweatpants. Mox's eyes flicker down at Matt's cock, already red and hard, then flicks back up. Matt turns around slowly, and there's that outrageously perfect ass in front of him. He's like a man possessed as he steps up to Matt and grabs a handful. "Christ," he murmurs. "Even better in person."

"I know," Matt sighs. His cheeks are pink. "It's why I feature it in all my thirst traps."

"Your Instagram looks nothing like this," Mox says. He slides his hands along Matt's arms, his sides, his toned stomach. He reaches up to tweak one of Matt's nipples, and Matt sighs.

"I don't post the good stuff to Instagram," Matt chuckles. He drops his head back on Mox's shoulder.

"No, you sure fuckin' don't," Mox mutters. "Go get on the bed.”

“You could say please,” Matt says, and he grinds that perfect ass into Mox’s cock. He thinks he can feel how soft it is, even through his basketball shorts.

Mox groans. “Jesus, fuckin’ – don’t be a bitch about it.”

“I’m a bitch about everything,” Matt says, circling his hips slowly. “Why would I be any different here?”

Mox slides his hand down and wraps it around Matt’s cock, gathering precome to aid in the glide, and watches as Matt lazily thrusts up into his hand.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Mox murmurs into Matt’s ear. He catches his earlobe in his teeth. Matt whines.

“Never been given a hand job before even kissing a guy,” Matt quips.

Mox turns him around and leans in, kissing Matt hard. Matt gives as good as he gets, sliding his arms around Mox’s neck and pulling him in closely. Mox slides his hands down Matt’s perfect back to grab Matt’s ass in both hands. The kiss is better than it should be – hot and wet and filthy, Matt’s tongue talented in ways Mox couldn’t have imagined, and Mox needs him naked and on him right now.

He walks them backwards and shoves Matt onto the bed. He bounces and crawls up. The fucker poses.

“Don’t get cute about it now, you little shit,” Mox growls.

“You like me cute,” Matt says, fluttering his eyelashes. “Oh, actually.” He rolls over, popping his ass up. “I think you like me like this.”

“I would love it if you shut up.”

“I think you would love it if I didn’t.”

With an exasperated groan, Mox chucks off his clothes and gets up behind Matt, grabbing his ass again. He can’t keep his hands off of it.

“Check my shorts,” Matt singsongs. “EVPs. Always prepared.”

“Again,” Mox says, finding what he needs in Matt’s pocket. “Shut up.”

“Nah,” Matt says, throwing a shit eating grin over his shoulder. “You like it when I talk.”

Mox works Matt open quickly, the two of them shit talking back and forth at each other the whole time, and he hates how fun this is, how good it is. Matt is funny. He’s funny and cute and sexy and Mox hates it.

He twists his fingers, drawing a delightful half laugh, half moan, from Matt that goes straight to his dick. “Yeah,” Mox says as he watches his fingers pump in and out. “Fuck, you sound as pretty as you look.”

Matt laughs, fucking himself back on Mox’s fingers. “Thought you said you wanted me to shut up?”

“Fuckin – I’m gonna fuck you now.”

“Took you long enough.”

Mox can’t fight an eye roll as he slides on the condom and pulls Matt’s hips back to meet his cock.

“Come on, man,” Matt says, wiggling. “Give it to me.” He looks over his shoulder and sends such an annoying grin over his shoulder.

Mox doesn’t want to go too fast, to spook Matt, for reasons he’s not willing to examine, and slowly pushes in, the heat turning his vision blurry. “Fuck,” he sighs. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

“I know,” Matt says, pushing back on Mox’s cock as he balances on his elbows. “You, too. You can go as hard as you want, by the way. I gotta be back in the hotel room in,” he checks his watch, “about fifteen minutes when Nick gets back from the gym, so faster is better.”

“Sorry,” Mox says, fucking into Matt a little harder, “you have a time limit on this?”

“Always do,” Matt says, meeting every one of Mox’s thrusts. “Part of the fun is sneaking around. And, if Nick finds out, he’ll be so annoying.”

Mox laughs, having more fun than he should be. “He takes after his big brother.”

“Alright,” Matt says, interrupting himself with a gasp, “oh, yes, there, but let’s stop talking about Nick, okay?”

“Noted,” Mox says.

The chatter is…strange at worst and entertaining at best, Mox thinks, and he and Matt find a rhythm more quickly than they should. Matt incredibly demanding, insisting on faster, harder, slower, a different angle, and Mox firing back with equal attitude. He’s not used to being the less bratty one in the room, is the thing, and he finds he enjoys it.

“Grab my dick,” Matt demands. “I wanna come.”

“You could say please.”

“Alright,” Matt says. “Please pound me into oblivion while jerking me off.”

Mox feels like he really should have a retort for that, because what the fuck, but instead he just sighs and spits in his hand before wrapping it around Matt’s cock. Matt makes the prettiest little sound at the touch, and Mox watches in fascination as Matt presses his face to the mattress, whimpering.

“Almost,” Matt gasps. “Come on, harder, get me there.”

The two of them are quiet for the first time since Matt showed up, and then, without warning, Matt cries out so loud Mox is startled. Matt comes all over Mox’s hand and his sheets. He clenches down on Mox’s cock so hard Mox sees stars, and he can’t help but fuck into Matt at lightning speed.

“Fuck, Matt,” Mox grunts, and then he comes so hard his knees almost give out.

They’re quiet again for a few seconds as Mox comes down from it, and then Matt turns his head to look up at Mox.

“Oops,” he says, not looking apologetic at all, “got your sheets all messy. Hope you have extras in the closet.” He rolls over onto his back, frowning down at the wet spot.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mox laughs. He pulls out slowly and takes care of the condom. “You need a towel.”

“Yes, please.”

“Oh, now you’re polite.” Mox grabs the towel and tosses it to Matt, who catches it deftly.

Matt mops himself up almost daintily. “Thanks. You good?”

“So good,” Mox chuckles. He jumps into the bed next to Matt, barely missing the wet spot. He can’t stop smiling. He can’t stop wanting to do this again.

“Wanna know a secret?” Matt asks, hands behind his head, far more comfortable than Mox thinks he should be in another man’s bed.

“Sure,” Mox says, turning to look at him. He’s expecting something about the sex, or him, or, hell, their upcoming match.

“Your dick is bigger than Brody’s.”

~

Mini Playlist (inspired by bimbocore music don't judge me)

Selfie - The Chainsmokers Hi, I'm a Slut - Lil Mariko I'm So Hot - Chrissy Chlapecka Minute - Kim Petras

#I...don't know how this happened #I went from severely blocked to 2k of MoxMatt smut in like an hour #MoxMatt #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes #Matt Attrackson #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #midniterose

[officerjennie]

the softest of treasures

CW: blowjob, semi-public sex, teasing, hair pulling

Summary: Geralt lets his fantasies win in the karaoke room

Taglist: at the bottom - let me know if you want on/off it

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Story Masterlist

This was already posted on AO3, but it wasn't linked in this fic's masterlist so I'm just assuming I never posted it here. If I did, oops?

It was a foolish thing to hope, but the feeling was caught in Geralt’s throat.

Dating apps had been the bane of his existence ever since Lambert had forced him to download one. The fact that there was more than one out there just made him think too much on how outdated he was when it came to technology (something Lambert loved to tease him about, much to Geralt’s dismay), and figuring out how to use the one and only dating app he’d been forced to create an account on had been a waste of time. 

He hated it. Trying to write out thoughtful paragraphs about himself and his interests, posing for ‘sexy’ photos to slap up there, judging his ‘potential matches’ by their looks, age, gender and a quick sentence or two and then immediately swiping for yes or no.

It made him itch. He didn’t even want to be on the damn app, and now ‘local singles’ were judging him and thinking about sex with him. 

But now it wasn’t even the fucking app that was the issue.

Apparently , Lambert hadn’t been the only one plotting behind his back, and Eskel had happened to have a friend who was single. Jaskier, who Geralt had met a few times and had always felt tongue tied around - he wasn’t even sure he’d ever actually introduced himself, as a matter of fact, and the first message Jaskier had sent him just made him extra sure of that.

Jaskier had texted him. Out of the blue, with only a two minute head’s up from Eskel that read, and Geralt had memorized and could easily quote it, “Don’t freak out. Gave my friend your number. Don’t run this one off.”

That had been a week ago, and now Geralt was staring at the phone in his hand. Staring at the words he’d typed out while still in his sleeping pants, ones that were dotted with holes and faded out, no shirt on despite the fact that it was cold in his apartment.

His hands wanted to shake, and he wanted to send the message. Jaskier had sent a laughing emoji half an hour before - several, actually. He had a habit of sending strings of them - and he’d been laughing at Geralt’s dry humor again. They hadn’t exactly been talking nonstop the past week, but it was damn close to it. Good morning and goodnight texts, a few pictures here and there. Jaskier was fond of selfies with silly faces and Geralt hadn’t been complaining one bit over it.

But they’d hit it off so well. They got along so well . And Geralt hated to hope, but it had been over a year since his last relationship had fallen apart.

It was just a coffee date. Just a suggestion, Jaskier could even consider it a friend date . Geralt dropped his hand to his lap, holding his phone loosely while he stared up at the ceiling, searching the paint designs for answers. Could he really try again? Did he really have any sort of chance with him at all ?

He wasn’t...very good for anyone. Couldn’t ever give someone all they deserved. But fuck , he wanted, and Jaskier had such a brilliant smile and cute freckles dotting his nose. Geralt wanted to kiss them, and hold his hand, and wanted to watch crappy horror movies while cuddling up and pretending like the candles on his coffee table were a roaring fire that kept them warm.

With a deep breath, he picked his head up and peeked down at his phone. And then before he could stop himself, he quickly pressed send, tossing his phone aside and escaping off to the kitchen to ignore it - while straining his ears anyway for any sign that Jaskier had read it and responded.

Making coffee was just an excuse to keep his hands busy. And it was already past ten, so he had to do decaf if he wanted any chance of sleeping that night - so why the fuck had he suggested a lunch date at a coffee shop again? Geralt swore under his breath, tapping his fingers on the counter while waiting for the coffee to brew, not sure if he could stand being in the same apartment as his phone and also hardly able to stop himself from running over to check it.

He was a desperate idiot. He was just a man with a stupid crush. Also he was hungry, and his stupid feelings had gotten in the way of remembering to eat breakfast that morning.

By the time his coffee was done and he had a bagel with plain cream cheese on it, he was certain he’d fucked everything up and lost the only new friend he’d gained in the past five years. Still, he made a beeline for his phone, biting the bagel and holding it in his mouth while he unlocked the screen.

Jaskier had already sent him a message. Several, in fact. The first just several exclamation marks, the next an excited “yes yes YES!”, and then a few of him spewing about how much he loved the pastries there. Geralt’s heart was already beating fast, a smile trying to form at how excited Jaskier would get over the smallest of things, and then he reached the last message and he had to look away from his phone.

“So it’s a date then?”

Jaskier had ended the message with that emoji with the big, watery eyes. The one that reminded Geralt of a puppy. Made him imagine Jaskier was pouting cutely at his phone, trying to get what he wanted, and seeing it there made his palms sweat.

All Geralt could manage was a short “yes” back, and then watch as another string of emojis popped up. 

He wasn’t sure why he was setting himself up to fall. Geralt tugged the blanket off of the back of his sofa and wrapped himself up in it, falling over to his side, watching as Jaskier went off on another tangent of texts he could barely follow the string of thought for. 

It was going to hurt when Jaskier decided he wasn’t good enough for him, but Geralt couldn’t help it. He let his hopes soar.

-

Setting the date for the following weekend had been a mistake. Geralt had likely experienced levels of grief that professionals hadn’t even discovered yet, mourning his idiocy and future regrets and pain. Thinking himself into at least one full breakdown, and then half of one when he’d barely pulled himself together in the drive through while ordering some shitty coffee one morning. Work had been one disaster after another, and he was surprised no one had found him and told him off for suddenly not being so far ahead on his paperwork.

He was still waiting for someone to do just that. Lost in his thoughts and fears, lost in the jokes and tangents that Jaskier was still sending him. A jittery mess at his desk, unable to keep his leg still, forgetting lunch twice and having to grab some fast food that left his chest burning for the rest of the evening.

Thursday and Friday went, and by the time he was home he was an absolute wreck. Considered over and over just canceling in advance, telling Jaskier something had come up and he had to change plans. But then his phone would chime, and he’d get caught up in Jaskier’s messages, and the fear would give way just enough to hope that he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

That didn’t mean he managed to sleep much that night. Tossed and turned even more than usual, until his blanket was on the floor, his leg hanging off the side of his bed while he stared blankly up at the ceiling. Not even listening to his meditation audio helped, the voice droning on in his ears. Usually it helped calm him, and it at least gave him a distraction from his spiraling thoughts and the wet tracks that had trailed down his cheeks. 

But Saturday came, and he didn’t want to get out of bed.

He did though. When his phone buzzed next to his pillow, Geralt was fumbling for it before he even processed it. It would be Jaskier, who else would be texting him this early? Work and his family were the only ones who messaged him otherwise anyway, and Eskel and Lambert would have little need of him.

It was, of course, Jaskier. A long, drawn out good morning message, with far more Os than necessary. Geralt sighed back into his pillow with a smile touching his lips, considering how he might reply. Usually he just sent back ‘morning’ but, well...today was special, wasn’t it?

That made a bit of the horror creep back into his chest - what if he ruined it ? Ruined it before it even started? But, then...wouldn’t it be easier on the both of them if he did? That thought made him clutch his phone a bit tighter, staring blankly at the screen that had dimmed. Better to cut it off before it hurt them, before Jaskier learned how much of a disappointment he was. How he could never make him happy, give him what he wanted, what he deserved.

Maybe he really should call it off.

The tears were back, and Geralt hated them. Dropped his phone just to press the palms of his hand against his eyes, hoping to push them back and all of the pain with them.

Better to just get it over with. And he picked his phone back up to do just that, trying and failing to unlock the screen twice before he managed to bring up their conversation. 

Jaskier had already sent another message though. A picture, because of course it was, he was obsessed with selfies and posing. But this one felt different. More personal than the rest.

He wasn’t wearing some fancy outfit, out in the sunlight laughing or giving the camera a dashing grin. Wasn’t posing with his coffee or showing off the dessert he’d gotten at a nice cafe. He was rather mussed up. Still in bed, shirtless (though Geralt could only tell that because his shoulders were peeking out from beneath the blanket). Chin on his pillow as he stared up at his phone, face still scrunched up and sleepy. He’d just rolled over and taken a picture, not even fully awake, not dressed up like he so loved to be.

Not able to stop his treacherous thumbs, Geralt typed out ‘you’re cute’ before he could stop himself. It was sent and Geralt just stared at his phone again, staring at the lame words he’d sent the only person who had shown him so much as a modecrum of interest in what felt like a lifetime.

Jaskier was typing back almost as soon as he’d sent it, excitement evident by all of the extra exclamation marks he slapped at the end of his sentences. And any hope of cutting it off before it even started was out the window, because just like that he’d hooked himself into Geralt far too deep.

He had a couple of hours to be an absolute mess before he met up with Jaskier. Which meant a couple of hours to sit around and do nothing but text him and try to not panic. It was easier as long as Jaskier wasn’t busy, which conveniently he had nothing to do until their date. Nothing but to get ready, which he was apparently being rather finicky over - even moreso than usual. 

It was probably lame, but Geralt just picked one of his work outfits. A button-up, the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, though he skipped the slacks for a pair of jeans. That and with his hair tied back, he was as ready as he’d ever be.

The coffee shop was relatively close to where he lived. Close enough that Geralt decided to walk there instead of drive, to get him out of his apartment, give him plenty of time to regret his choices and also feel overwhelmed by the prospect of finally meeting him. As if he hadn’t met him before, like he hadn’t seen him plenty and heard him laugh from across the room.

Back then, he’d thought nothing of him. Hadn’t realized how easy their conversations would be, how each smile would make Geralt’s heart flutter stupidly in his chest. But here he was, walking to their first date, second and third guessing himself while knowing full well he couldn’t bring himself to stop and turn back now.

He was early by a half hour, but Jaskier had beaten him there. All Geralt could do was stand right in front of the door for a moment, panicked, because Jaskier was laughing. Head thrown back, his hair a purposeful mess that begged for fingers to run through it, a dimple on one of his cheeks as he spoke to the waiter that was taking his order. Everything about him was so alive , so bright despite the dreary sky and dullness of the afternoon, and Geralt wanted to tuck tail and run the other way because he’d just ruin everything.

But Jaskier caught sight of him, and the way his face lit up made Geralt’s chest ache . He practically bounced in his seat as he waved at him, and Geralt was weak, couldn’t help but be drawn right over to him.

“Hi.” Jaskier breathed the single, simple word as Geralt reached their table, fidgeting with one of the many rings he kept on his fingers. 

“Hi,” Geralt managed right back, standing there for a few moments, lost in how blue Jaskier’s eyes were. Pictures didn’t do their color justice, and Geralt had seen plenty of pictures of them. His photo gallery was filling up with the endless selfies Jaskier kept sending him, and a few scattered ones of himself that Jaskier had weaseled right back out of him.

Fuck. He was standing there blankly like an idiot. Geralt remembered how to move and slid into the seat across from him, far too late to seem casual. But Jaskier didn’t say anything of it, just continued to play with his rings, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips before a small laugh escaped him.

“You know, I thought through at least, at least , five different conversations with you? Kept thinking about what we might talk about when we finally did this and met up in person. And yet- yet here you are, and suddenly I’ve forgotten everything we’ve ever talked about.” Jaskier laughed again, pink spreading across his cheeks, and the way he looked at Geralt through his eyelashes was almost shy.

Geralt responded before he could even think through his words. “Never thought I’d see the day where you’d be speechless.” And just like that, he regretted even getting up that morning, because Jaskier was suddenly sputtering.

“Wha- well I- rude .” Jaskier made a few more starts of words and noises, blinking and gesturing with his wrist. “I’ll- I’ll have you know there’s plenty of times I don’t have anything to say. Plenty! Words are hard.”

He really wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so all he did was just look at Jaskier, propping his chin up in the palm of his hand and watching as he started to sputter some more. And then Jaskier’s nose was wrinkling adorably, and he nudged Geralt’s leg with his foot, biting back another grin that threatened to spread on his lips. 

“ Rude .” Jaskier flipped open the menu he’d had in front of him, “It’s really not my fault you’re so easy to talk to. If you didn’t want me rambling on, then you shouldn’t have been such a good listener. Your fault, you brought this on yourself.”

“Noted,” Geralt said, reaching for his own menu while Jaskier made yet another adorable, faux offended noise. 

The rest of the date went by in quips and laughter and easy banter. In some ways it was even easier than their messages, with Jaskier right there, with all of his expressions and never ending words. Geralt thought it was no wonder he used so many faces while texting, because Jaskier could go through the full range of emotions in one single sentence. Every single feeling right there at the end of his sleeve, open and so bright. 

It made it easy for Geralt to understand him. He’d always had a bit of difficulty with other’s emotions, figuring out what they needed from him, what they wanted him to just get without saying it flat out. But Jaskier felt so openly, and talked enough for the both of them, not forcing Geralt to say more than he felt like and doing his best to not talk over him either.

Still, it was a bit exhausting, something Geralt felt a bit guilty over thinking. By the end of their date he wanted nothing more than to curl up on his sofa with his headphones in, playing nothing, and just lay in silence for a while. Just to have a bit of peace and quiet after listening to so many words one right after the other - especially since he’d felt obligated to listen to each and every one of them.

“I had a really good time,” Jaskier said to him as they left the cafe together, a soft smile still on his lips, his eyes still crinkled at the edges from all the laughter. Geralt nodded and meant it, because he had too. “We can do it again? I mean, if you want - not specifically this again, just, you know. Date? Go out? See a movie, or have dinner, or stay in and eat shitty pizza until we regret ever ordering it?”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

How was Jaskier’s smile still so brilliant after he’d seen it their whole date? It was, though, and Geralt couldn’t help but think he’d love to see it every day. Would love to be the one to make him smile like that, and couldn’t believe he had been .

Jaskier hesitated over something, shifting his weight, and then he reached out and touched Geralt’s face and stole his breath away. His fingers were so light on his cheek, barely there, and they lingered but for a moment before they slipped away again.

“See you,” Jaskier said quietly, and then he added with a soft laugh, “I’ll text you when I’m home?”

And despite having spent two hours doing nothing but talking to him, Geralt couldn’t wait to hear from him again.

Maybe it was foolish to get his hopes up. Maybe it would hurt more this way. But fuck, Geralt’s heart couldn’t stop its fast pace even after he was home, after he was laying and staring up at the ceiling of his living room with his headphones in just so he could hear nothing but quiet .

It was stupid, foolish, inevitably painful. But Geralt wanted to try even if he’d ruin things eventually, and there wasn’t a person he wanted to try more with than the man who already had his phone buzzing away in his pocket.

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[ruffolive]

hate the concept of tinder but might end up making one bc if I don't get to flirt w women in my area soon I will explode.

#plus now i know i dont wanna DATE so i can just put that in there. #texting 123 #i just hate photos of me and i hate talking over messages......oops

[kat-tamin]

all the pieces fall right into place

For Women of SVU Week 2021: Day Three: “It was always you.”

Ship: Kat x female!Reader

Word Count: 831

Warnings: Liberal use of the Useless Lesbian Troupe, language

Title from: So it Goes... by Taylor Swift

You paced your apartment. Living room, dining room, kitchen, hallway, bedroom, and back again.

You’ve been wearing paths into your carpet for the last twenty minutes, since receiving a text from Kat.

Can we talk? I’m not far.

There were two major problems with this message. One: the formal language your best friend of over fifteen years used. Two: Kat never texted before coming over; she usually just showed up.

Your stomach dropped when you read it. Something was obviously wrong, but what? Had she gotten hurt? Did something happen to one of her family members? Was she being held hostage, and this was some sort of signal? Did she get a girlfriend?

You stopped in front of your refrigerator to look at your collection of photos. Kat was in most of them, the earliest being a photo of you both at a junior high dance. They showcased you and Kat growing up, terrible hairstyles, acne, and finally your glow-ups.

The scrape of the key in the lock sent you scrambling back to the living room, plopping down on the couch just as the door opened. 

“Oh, hey Kat!” You faked an easy, casual tone, covering up your beating heart.

“Hey.” Kat’s face was stony, and your stomach twisted.

“What’s up? You said you wanted to talk?” You gestured for her to sit beside you. Kat instead took a seat in the chair across from you.

This was not good.

Kat sighed. “I just can’t keep ignoring what happened. And you doing that was pretty shitty, Y/N.”

Your brows drew together. “What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t even acknowledge me after what happened last week. It really hurt!” Kat’s eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

You thought back to last week, trying to understand what she was talking about. You had gone over to her apartment, and she had ordered food. You split a bottle of red wine while watching Netflix. It was a normal night for you guys, even if the meal was oddly formal: lamb, with asparagus and potatoes.

“I’m sorry, Kat,” you said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We had a good time.”

“Was it?” She jumped up, and started pacing in front of you, taking the same route you did. She paused, and said: “And the kiss?”

You blinked. “The kiss?”

“I kissed you.”

You remember now. Before you had left, Kat had pressed a kiss to your lips. You thought it was a mistake, that she was going for your cheek and had missed. You didn’t mention it to her later, because it was just an oops.

“Wait, you meant to do that?” you exclaimed, your mouth dropping.

“Of course I did!” She shook her head, exasperated. “That’s what you do at the end of a date, Y/N.”

“We weren’t on a date.” You frowned, a headache starting to form. This just didn’t make sense. But Kat was on the verge of tears. “Were we?”

“I asked you,” she said, her voice tight. “I called you and asked if you wanted a date night in.”

“I thought you meant as friends! Like girls night in!” Your cheeks felt very hot. “I didn’t think you liked me like that.”

Kat finally sat next to you, grabbing your hands in hers. “Of course I do. I have for a long time.”

A memory of a previous conversation popped into your head. It was during a night out; you were both looking for someone to talk to at the bar.

“Kat, what’s the kind of person you want to marry?” you asked her, a little tipsy.

“Hmm…” She touched her chin in thought. “Someone ridiculously attractive. Thoughtful, smart. Ambitious.” She grinned. “Someone like you.”

You gasped, burying your face in your hands. She meant you, it was always you. “Oh my God, I’m such an idiot!”

Kat laughed, a faint tension still in her voice. “I thought you hated our kiss, and just ghosted.”

“No!” You rubbed at your forehead. “I did like it. I just didn’t understand what you meant. I’m so stupid.”

Your statement drew out a true laugh from Kat. “Wow, no offence, but you kinda are. I thought I had made it very clear that I asked you on a date. I lit candles and everything.”

“I thought you just wanted mood lighting!”

Kat put an arm around you, dropping a kiss on the top of your head. “How about this: Y/N, will you go out on a romantic date with me, with the intention of maybe eventually becoming girlfriends?”

“Yes.” You beamed. “Kat, I will go out on a romantic date with you. Because I have a crush on you, like the useless lesbian I am.”

“You’re the useless lesbian, and I have a crush on my best friend.” She sighs, smiling.“We’re a bunch of WLW cliches, aren’t we?”

You snuggle into her embrace. “We really are. Should we save time and rent a U-Haul now?”

“Duh.”

#wsvu week #kat tamin x reader #kat tamin #katriona tamin #svu #kat tamin fanfic #fanfic #*

[tillthelandslide]

Photographer : Henry Cavill Fake Instagram

Author’s note: Hi everyone. Hope you enjoy another fake instagram post. I really do enjoy making this so keep sending me requests, this one wasn’t a request but my own idea, I’m slowly working my way through some different careers so people can relate more to each one if they see their career being represented. Unfortunately, Tumblr on my phone keeps messing up, I usually like to include emojis here and there because to me it feels more real but it wouldn’t let me.

Anyway hope you enjoy - L

Tagged: @harrysthiccthighss @thereisa8ella @magdelen69​ (if you want to be tagged in my post please message me :)

yourname_photography:

yourname_photography had an amazing day shooting with @henrycavill such a pleasure working with you love.

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fan2 your photography is so good

  ↳ yourname_photography aw thanks love

  ↳ fan3 honestly one of the best photographers out there atm

henrycavill thanks for the amazing day, I had such a nice time, you are so talented

  ↳ yourname_photography oh hush sir, was a joy working with you, you make my job very easy, lets just put it that way

henryfan “love” are they dating or not, we need answers

  ↳ ynfan she’s british, she calls everyone love, but if they were then we should all be happy for them, they don’t owe us answers

henrycavill:

henrycavill it is always such a joy when I get to work with amazingly talented people like @yourname_photography. So lucky to have you in my life, let alone get the opportunity to work together

Photo by @yourname_photography

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yourname_photography oh hush, you’re the talented one in this relationship kind sir

  ↳ henrycavill <3

  ↳ fan5 relationship? are they dating?

  ↳ fan6 think they’re just friends but I’m happy for them if they are dating

anyachalotra so talented, these are epic

  ↳ henrycavill she sure is

  ↳ yourname_photography thank you Anya

freyaallan:

freyaallan I had such a nice time shooting today with @yourname_photography. Thank you to @henrycavill for making it happen, now I understand why you love her so much. And thank you y/n for making me look so beautiful, think these photos are the best I have ever recieved from a photoshoot.

Photo by @yourname_photography

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fan3 “now I understand why you love her so much” ?? omg they are dating

  ↳ freyaallan I meant he loves working with her and loves the photos she produces, she is one of his favourite photographers

  ↳ fan2 good save

yourname_photography you were beautiful all on your own, needed no help from me miss. It was such a joy working with you, for sure have to do it again sometime

  ↳ freyaallan oh hush! and i’d love that

henrycavill glad you both had such a good time on set, i have always loved y/ns work, she has such a keen eye for this stuff

  ↳ fan2 this post is basically become them trying to convice us all that y/n and henry aren’t dating when we all know they are. good attempts though

photographydaily these photos are clean af

celebrumourmagazine:

celebrumourmagazine Famous Actor Henry Cavill and the photographer Y/n are now rumoured to be dating. The pair have had many photoshoots together and have a history of confusing fans with their comments on each others posts. But what is really tipping people off is a quote from Freya Allan, Cavill’s co-star in the Netflix show; The Witcher, where she said “I had such a nice time shooting today with @yourname_photography. Thank you to @henrycavill for making it happen, now I understand why you love her so much”. Allan then tried to cover her tracks by commenting on how y/n is one of Henry’s favourite photographers. Cavill too posted “I have always loved Y/ns work, she has such a keen eye for this stuff”. Seems fishy to me, wonder if we will get an explanatio soon. C’mon we deserve it.

Photo by @yourname_photography

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fan3 the level of disrepect in this post is on a new level. 1. referring to Henry as famous and then not using the same terminology for yn who has worked with so many famous actors, musicians, polticians etc and is renowned for her amazing word. 2. “Cavill’s co-star” she’s her own person sis. 3. “we deserve it” no you don’t, you haven’t done anything to deserve anything from them

  ↳ yn-hen-fan thats the tea sis

geraltofriviafans ffs leave them alone. there is the little thing people like to have. its called privacy

celebrumourmagazine:

celebrumourmagazine Famous actor Henry Cavill and Photographer caught kissing on a boat whilst on vaccation with friends and family. We knew they were dating!

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fan5 annoying that they didn’t say anything we all would have been okay with it

  fan3 your comment perfectly shows how you wouldn’t have been okay with it. maybe they just wanted some privacy

  fan2 I just found out that this photo amongst a few others were leaked from their phones. Ffs why can’t people respect their privacy y’all wonder why they didn’t say anything; this is why

henrycavill:

henrycavill well the cats out of the bag... not the way we intended to tell you guys which is a shame. We are very sad that this is the way you all had to find out. With both of our jobs being very demanding (we love them nonetheless and are very grateful) we don’t often get to spend time with each other so wanted some time just to ourselves, we wanted to share this amazing relationship with all of our fans when were ready but unfortunately that opportunity was taken from us. We hope you can understand: you all are very important to the both of us and we truly did want to share this with you, but both got a bit too caught up with having each other to ourselves. These photos were taken by one of our mutual friends whilst we were on holiday and were leaked from our phones. I am so shocked that they even managed to do this but I will not let them get anymore attention than that.

To my love @yourname_photography: the last couple of months with you have been bliss, I found myself falling more in love with you everyday. Your dedication to your work is truly inspiring, how deeply you care for and love those around you is second to none, you have taught me so much about so many things but the main thing I will cherish is what you have taught me about myself; you have taught me to truly accept myself and have taught me to see myself the way you see me. I love you more than I can even begin to explain and I can’t wait for what’s to come. Having you to myself has been truly wonderful but sharing how amazing you are not only to me but all those around you is something I am going to enjoy. Everyone should know the amazing things you do not only in your photography career but in other aspects of your life <3

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yourname_photography this is too sweet Hen, I love you so much. The past couple of months with you have been absolute perfection and I will cherish them forever. You are by far the best thing that has ever happened to me and I am beyond lucky to have you and have had you to myself but I’m ready to share you and to share us with the world

  ↳ henrycavill lets do this shit

freyaallan I was worried that I was going to be the one to leak the news and although I’m annoyed it came out like this I’m glad it wasn’t me XD, wish you could have announced it on your own terms though. I’m beyond happy for the both of you

    ↳ yourname_photography the sweetest girl <3 I thought you recovered quite well in that post XD

anyachalotra the cutest couple of all time... there, i said it

   ↳ yourname_photography said it you did. we are beyond grateful for you and how supportive you were of us from the get go 

   ↳ henry cavill thank you anya, your support means the world to us

yourname_photograhy:

yourname_photography to my beloved Henry: the love you have shown me was one I didn’t believe in growing up, the kind of love I thought only excited in fairytales, books and movies. Boy oh boy was I wrong. The love you give is the kind of love everyone deserves, the kind where you give yourself to someone else fully without any selfishness or expectations. To most people you are Superman, Geralt, August Walker, Charles Brandon, Napoleon Solo and many others. But to me you are all those things and more. You are the guy that brings me my favourite soup when I’m sick, the guy that sits with me for hours trying to pick which photos from a shoot are the best, the guy that brings home lillies because you know they’re my favourite flower, the guy that sends me care packages when you are away, the guy that sends me goofy selfies of you and Kal, the guy that rubs my back and plays with my hair when I cant sleep, the guy that introduced me to my second family: the Cavill’s, the guy that works his god damn hardest everyday, the guy that puts in so much effort to raise awareness for endangered species and the fight that Durrell do, the guy that does so many amazing things yet expects nothing in return. You are the epic love of my life and I do not deserve you <3, you amazing, beautiful human, never change <3

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fan6 HOW CAN ANYBODY NOT LIKE HER? THE WAY SHE TALKS ABOUT HIM, I MEAN UGHH SO FLOOFY

fan4 this post got more likes than henrys bc everyone realised they cant not like her

   ↳ henrycavill you made me cry ): now come give me kisses

   ↳ yourname_photography im coming, oops nearly tripped over kal

   ↳ fan 8 haha she’s commenting as she’s doing it how cute

joeybateyofficial all the haters be like “hmm, fuck” bc they realise there is -9182 reasons to hate you

   ↳ yourname_photography thanks for bringing the geralt comments here, someone had to do it :)

   ↳ joeybateyofficial it’s a honour :) happy for both of you... always knew he was a big soft... despite his rock hard abs

   ↳ yourname_photography spend a lot of time looking at my boyfriends rock hard abs much then? XD

   ↳ henrycavill not as much as you @yourname_photography, ayeee XD

#henry cavill fluff #henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry #henry cavill angst #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill imagines #henry cavill fan fic #henry cavill fanfiction #geralt #geralt smut #geralt imagines #henry cavill fake instagram #henry cavill au meme #henry cavill geralt #henry cavill superman #geral of rivia #geralt fanfic #august walker smut #august walker imagine #henry cavill fics

[feeling-uncomfy]

LOV HEADCANNONS BECAUSE THEY'RE SO AMAZING LIKE- A A H

[Half realistic because I really hurt my own feelings last time I'd rather not cry-]

[Mild sexual themes are included,]

First off, I just wanna say that when they move around from base to base, Kurogiri is on standby because Twice always forgets something. Always.

Mr. Compress has marbled something and then lost the marble, then un-marbled it only for the couch to be flipped because "oops I forgot it was big"

Spinner goes into hibernation like Asui during winters and didn't tell anyone to keep up his "cool guy" facade and almost froze to death during a solo mission during winter

It took three hours to find him, and he was buried under snow, half frozen, Dabi found him

Dabi is the Bakugo of the group, if that makes sense

He says he doesn't care but his big brother instincts are always there and he takes care of the league like they're his little siblings

Shigaraki and Spinner are gamer bfs. I don't make the rules

They met on a game before the league became a thing and ended up actually being gamer boyfriends, then they met and hated each other.

They were texting each other "I love you" while glaring at each other from across the room unaware that they were texting almost in sync

Twice cant sleep unless he's hugging something, and his hugs are to die for, so the league takes turns being his cuddle buddy and helping him sleep

Shigaraki only hugs Spinner because he cant out all five fingers on a single scale meaning no disintegration

Dabi has to literally fight Spinner into getting warmer clothes for winter

It's an unspoken rule that if Mr. Compress is sleeping, you have to keep the volume down, and try not to wake him up

Thia started when Toga pointed out to Twice that she'd never seen Mr. Compress sleep at the base, and he was always here

Twice made it his mission to keep Mr. Compress asleep for as long as possible during the day/night. And everyone just sorta joined in

Giran, I love him, but he's probably a pervert. And Twice, a loving himbo, hasn't realised that yet, we all know where this is going.

Toga and Magne went with Twice to a meeting with Giran and it ended abruptly when Toga slammed a knife down onto the table and Magne led Twice out because Giran was getting a little touchy

The league don't let Twice and Giran have much alone time, no matter how much Twice tries to convince them he's good

Also, speaking of himbo Twice, he's the first person in the league to meet Tokoyami outside of hero and villain work

Hawks got caught up in the moment, he was just so damn proud of Tokoyami and ranted to Twice about what had happened

Twice got curious and ended up accidentally stalking Tokoyami and ran into him in the mall while on a class trip.

Tokoyami was actually looking for Shouji(as mentioned the headcannon about Sho wandering) and ran into Twice, who found Shouji first

Tokoyami recognised Twice from the photos Hawks had of him on file and sprinted over

Twice and Shouji were just talking, well- it was mostly Twice and Shouji was listening politely

Tokoyami excused them and Twice lit up and talked about what Tokoyami had done and said he should be proud and Tokoyami was like "...oh- um-"

Anyways, Tokoyami dragged Shouji off and Twice went back to base, happily telling Shigaraki all about the encounter with the two of them

ALSO- Moonfish has never forgotten about the summer camp, or the flesh. Just saying.

Toga stalks everyone in class 1A. Mainly Uraraka, Asui, Todoroki and Midoryia. She stalked Shouji because she's still mad about the summer camp and Tokoyami at Mr. Compress's request

Toga sends them all letters, most are kinda harmless, some are borderline scary

Magne taught Spinner how to paint nails and do makeup and he puts it to good use after.. Overhoe

After that whole fiasco, Twice was completely blank for the next week or so. He barley left Mr. Compress's side, face blank and unmoving.

The league had never seen him so down before. So unenthusiastic, he normally bounced back from these things but...

Dabi got him to spill and Twice sobbed for a solid hour before being able to even breathe properly

Dabi hugged him through the whole thing, letting him let it all out

Spinner helped Toga through it, both of them closer to Magne

Mr. Compress hated his arm for the first while, because he couldn't feel shit and was too strong for his own good

Shigaraki kept a close eye on the people Toga stalked, for some reason

He himself left a letter to Midoryia and Tokoyami, Midoryia's was just a threat and Tokoyami's was an apology and an offer to join the league

Aziawa burned both.

Mr. Compress has accidentally stolen 1A kids before, totally an "accident"

Shigaraki and Dabi both made him give them back, but one time he actually forgot he did it and lost the marble

He assumed it was something else and un-compressed it only for Shouji to pop up in the living room

Spinner screamed and Twice jumped up and yelled about a ghost

Toga laughed her ass off and Dabi and Shigaraki raced to kill Compress first.

Compress assured them he could get the kid back in time and Shouji started freaking out because he was going to be late for school, even though upon closer inspection he seemed sick.

Shigaraki glared at Compress and Toga hopped up with a knife, and said she had an idea

So that's how Toga got into UA, Shouji was stuck with the league, before he could do anything about it he puked, so there really was no getting out of it

Dabi, Compress and Kurogiri took one look at the kid and went "fuck" and Twice almost puked at the smell(same Twice)

Kurogiri got Twice and Compress to go get medicine while Dabi went to get a thermometer and blankets while Shigaraki screamed about the carpet

Shouji was stuck on the couch for the rest of the day, and when Toga came back, melting back into herself, she flopped next to Sho and complained about the fact that a building was dropped on her

That made everyone go "nANI THE FUCK-"

Shouji just pat her head and went "Yeah I get it, you get used to it" making Dabi go "oh hell no" and plan a murder

Shouji didn't get better for a few days, getting knocked down by the sickness and once he was deemed "okay" by the league, it had been a week

Toga came home a little early, covered in blood and tears, making everyone jump

When asked what was wrong, Toga wiped her eyes and walked over to Shouji and went "You've been gone for a week and no one's noticed anything different! Do they really not care about you?!"

Shigaraki's head snapped up, Spinner choked on his cereal and Shouji went tense. No one moved for a while

Shouji stood up, said something about fresh air and walked away, Twice followed him

Shouji was in tears, making Twice feel awful and hugged him.

Oops- I didn't mean to rant about that, I'm gonna cut it off before it goes too far-

Dabi and Spinner dye their hair together, I just think Spinner's hair is dyed idk why

Twice and Hawks almost, ALMOST had a fling, but Dabi walked in and went "not today satan" and dragged Hawks away

Dabi doesn't trust Hawks, at all. Never had, never will.

So he snitches and tells Shigaraki about Tokoyami, and now if Hawks puts a toe out of line Shigaraki leans back and asks Dabi to do something, and all he needs to do is ignite his palm for Hawks to get the message

Tokoyami isn't oblivious to the threats sent his way, often when he sneezes random he looks up and goes "someone's talking about me-" and Asui and Shouji would be confused

At one point, Hawks had fucked up a mission and gotten Compress hurt, and during his next patrol with Tokoyami, Dabi followed them the whole time, and when they were in a crowd, Tokoyami was grabbed by the shoulder by Dabi, the news crew didn't get thr conversation, but they only assumed it was bad when Hawks froze and yelled "don't you dare-!"

Tokoyami was shoved to the ground and Dabi disappeared through a portal. Tokoyami was frozen, having heard the whole thing and was effectively confused.

Hawks kept a closer eye on Tokoyami from that day forward

The class did as well, all worried about their classmate

Stain, when he was around, often found himself following 1A outside of class, as he wanted to see who was considered a "hero" and who wasn't

When he was arrested, they found a list with all the names of the students in class 1A and 1B, most were crossing out, only a few were circled in green pen

On the back, it had those students addresses, with a "train the next generation" written beside it

No one wants to know what was meant by that. The names were not given to the public, but the school went into lockdown just in case

[That's it for now, they're all over the place, I know]

#boku no hero academia #bnha league of villains

[vintagedolan]

no service (gbd)

the boys do their first no tech challenge since you and grayson get together, and though they make it, something goes terribly wrong at home

word count: 5k

warnings/tags: angst, worried!grayson, hurt!y/n 

feel free to send in requests! i’ll write most things! hope you enjoy :)

Your POV:

“I dunno, I just have a weird feeling about this one.” Grayson’s fingers were twisting and untwisting the hem of your shirt, his nerves evident as you laid next to him in bed.

“Gray you’re gonna be fine, it’s just like before. You’ve got the van, and you’ve done survival stuff. Everything is gonna work out. I am gonna miss you though,” you gave him a sad smile.

Since you’d started dating, you’d been attached at the hip. You still had an apartment of your own, but if you were honest you needed to just bite the bullet and sell it - you practically lived with the twins, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. But that also meant that this was going to be the first long-ish stretch that you weren’t with each other. 

“It’s just 7 days baby, it’ll go by so fast.” Now he was comforting you, of course. 

“You’re gonna have the best time, I can’t wait to see the video when you get home.” 

“I’d send you pictures, but you know we won’t have our phones,” he sighed, running a finger along your jawline. “Not being able to see this face all week is gonna suck.”

You blushed deep red, warming his fingertips before you pulled away and crawled across the bed.

“Hey, where ya goin’?” Grayson pouted, but you ignored him for a second, going over to the dresser where you kept some of your clothes full time. You reached down, pulling out the little album that you’d been making as a gift for Grayson down the road. You pulled out one of your favorite pictures; from one of the first weeks that you’d been dating, it was the two of you with the LA skyline in the background, with you looking up at him as he smiled. 

“Here, take this with you.” You handed him the photo. “I know E will probably give you shit, but just hide it somewhere. Make sure you bring it back though, that one’s my favorite.”

“I love you,” he responded, but you barely heard it, because at that exact moment Ethan was banging on the door and yelling “GRAY! C’mon it’s time to go!” 

“And i’m going to kill my brother,” he groaned, reaching out and pulling you to him tightly, falling back on the bed. You landed on top of him, and his lips were on yours before you could say anything. He kissed you roughly for a minute, a bit of urgency there as he knew you weren’t going to be able to do this again for a while. Ethan knocked on the door again, and you felt Graysons arms tighten as he rolled over, putting you underneath him

“Go Gray, before he beats the door down,” you teased, pushing gently on his chest.

“I could just stay here with you,” he countered, raising an eyebrow.

“Go,” You giggled, pushing harder.

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled, kissing you again before getting up. “Alright E, I’m coming!” 

You followed him to the door where Ethan was standing in the doorway.

“Finally get him to stop crying and leave?” E asked.

“Oh shut up,” you teased, pushing on his chest so you could get by. He followed you, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you headed out to the van, which you knew was already packed.

You stayed out of the shot as they filmed a little intro explaining what they were doing. Grayson was so much more excited these days in all the videos, but even more so in the ones that had to do with adventures. You watched as the locked their phones in the box they’d used before, storing it under the benches in the van. 

Once the cameras cut, Gray made his way back over to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

“I love you. I’m gonna miss you so much,” he murmured into your hair.

“I love you too Gray. Be safe.”

“You too. Call Ricky if you need anything okay? He’ll still have his phone for emergencies.” 

“I’ll see you soon.”

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Grayson’s POV

His mind was already wandering as he continued driving down the road, already in Arizona. They were headed to Big Bend National Park, with the new challenge of not using their phones for navigation. Ethan was actually a good navigator, so once he got on the right highway it was just a matter of driving through Arizona and Texas, then down to the Mexico border to get to the park. 

“I think all this footage is gonna be sick, and I’m excited to get some star shots once we get to the park,” Ethan said. Gray just nodded along, watching the road.

“You good bro? You’re off, I can feel it.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just have a pit in my stomach about this whole thing. It’s makin’ me anxious,” Grayson explained, fists tightening on the wheel of the van. Ricky was in the back, sound asleep.

“What about it though? Is it something specific?” Ethan asked.

“I can’t put my finger on it. I just have a weird feeling. I’m sure it’s nothing, I’m just in my head.” 

“Is it Y/N?”

Sometimes, Grayson really hated sharing a mind. And this was one of those times. He stayed silent, which was enough of an answer for Ethan.

“She’s a fully capable person Gray. She’s gonna be fine without you for a few days.” 

“Thanks asshole, I know. Just drop it.” 

“Whatever,” Ethan shrugged, settling down into his chair a bit more, crossing his arms and getting comfy for the long trip ahead. 

And a long trip it was. They made it to the park around 1am, and were amazed at what they saw. Above them was the whole milky way, clear as day. 

They shot a quick clip explaining the main reason they’d come all the way to Big Bend.

“It’s a certified dark zone, which means no one is allowed to have building with lights out here. So theres no light pollution at all, it’s one of the best places in the world to see the stars,” Ethan explained. Grayson wasn’t paying too much attention; instead he was gazing up, and suddenly missing who he wanted beside him more than anything. 

It was going to be a long few days. 

Your POV:

The first four days were alright. You spent your time wandering around the house, enjoying all the space. You sat in Ethan’s comfy chair in the living room while you watched netflix, cuddled up in one of Grayson’s blankets from his bed that you’d dragged with you. It smelled like him, and it was comforting.

When that got boring you’d change into a swim suit, heading out to the pool - you’d given it a good cleaning, which you knew the boys would be thankful for when they got back. You were determined to get more of a tan than Gray by the end of the summer, and if you had any chance at all you needed to get a head start. 

By day five, the boredom was starting to get to you. You wanted to talk to Grayson, see his face, see his smile, hear his laugh. You even resorted to going back and watching a few of your favorite videos of theirs, just to hear his voice. You felt pathetic while you did it, but you also couldn’t really bring yourself to care too much if you were honest. All throughout the day you caught yourself pulling out your phone to text him, but you knew he wouldn’t see them. 

Still, you’d send a message just for fun, knowing he would see them once he got back and was allowed to have his phone. You could just imagine his face when he got back and saw all the little messages you’d left. 

miss youuuuu

hey u should come home now, k thanks

I stole your favorite hoodie and you’re never getting it back oops

im gonna hide all your building stuff, that’s the level of boredom i’m at

this shit sucks 

i love you

I wanna go on the next adventure :(

But as you sent the last one, it sparked an idea. 

You could make your own adventure. Nothing was stopping you, and you had nothing better to do. The weather was nice, and there was supposed to be some good surf coming in.

And so, that was that. You packed up a towel, your wetsuit and some sunscreen, heading out to the car. You decided to take the Bronco, just because it had the surf rack on top. Grayson still wasn’t too keen on anyone driving his car, but he trusted you with it more than Ethan, and you knew he wouldn’t really care.

So you packed up your surfboard, struggling a bit to get it on top of the roof and strapped down - Grayson always made it look so damn easy. But you managed, finally getting in and heading to the beach. The drive was beautiful, as always, but you missed being in the passenger seat with Grayson’s hand on your thigh. 

Damn. These last few days were gonna suck. 

Grayson’s POV:

“I think we’re really getting the hang of this bro. I’m excited. We could do this full time, for real,” Grayson grinned, packing up a few things in the van while Ethan filled up the packs with water. Ricky was filming, so he took the opportunity to explain what was happening.

“So guys, today we’re going on the longest, and most difficult hike in Big Bend. It’s called South Rim, it’s about 14 miles total, but we’re gonna split it up and actually camp about halfway so we can get even cooler views tonight. Now, Ethan and I like to say we’re hikers, but honestly, we kinda suck.”

“Yeah, we uh, we’re not great,” Ethan chimed in. 

“So this should be fun!”

“Oh yeah, great time.” 

“And obviously we don’t have our phones, so we’re gonna have no idea what time it is, we won’t be able to call for help if we get, ya know, mauled by a mountain lion or something.”

“Bro, why would you say that!?” Ethan groaned.

“It’s the truth! Well, I guess Ricky has his phone though, so we’d be alright.”

“My phone hasn’t had service since we got here,” Ricky countered from behind the camera. 

“Oh we are so fucked dude,” Ethan grumbled.

And in all honesty, it put a bit of a pit in Gray’s stomach, knowing he wouldn’t be able to contact anybody if something happened. But he pushed the thought from his mind, moving to help his brother pack up the tent and begin their trek.

Your POV:

The beach wasn’t too crowded, which was a blessing. When you said you liked to surf, it usually meant that you liked to catch 1 wave out of the 50 you tried for. You were a beginner, that was for sure. There were only about 20 people on the entire beach, and a few surfers out on the break, with the lifeguard keeping a close eye on them.

Even if you didn’t feel it, you looked the part in your wetsuit, board tucked under your arm. You snapped a quick picture, sending it to Grayson’s non-existent phone just for kicks.

wish you were here! you’d be laughing at how much I’m gonna suck. love you!

After it sent, you put it away in the waterproof box you’d brought. You made your way over to the lifeguard station, waving up at the man sitting atop the chair.

“Hey, I’m here by myself, do you care if I leave this box here with you?” You asked politely. 

“Yeah that’s fine. Be careful out there,” he responded, not taking his eyes off the water. You put it down by the legs of the chair, jogging towards the water. The ocean was cold when it hit your skin but you adjusted quickly, diving in and heading out to the break. 

And as you predicted, you missed practically every single one you tried to get up on. You hit the water over and over again, your arms sore from pushing up to standing, even if it was to no avail.

You began paddling in after about an hour, accepting defeat, when suddenly you noticed everyone beside you paddling out instead of in. 

The lifeguard’s whistle came too late. By the time you turned around, the wave was already there, towering feet above any that had come prior. 

And you were right in the break.

You’d read about these before. Rouge waves, you remembered. Random waves that come from nowhere, with no apparent cause. You had just enough time to suck in your breath before it crashed directly over your head.

It felt like the inside of a washing machine looked - that was the only way you could describe it. And then you felt something warm on your head, and everything went black.

Grayson’s POV:

It was the morning of day six, and Grayson had never been more ready to get home. The pit in his stomach was a rock now, and he had no explanation for it at all. 

“Bro we’re actually disgusting. Like we need a real shower somewhere, or we’re never gonna get the smell out of this van,” Ethan said. And he was right. After all the hiking and sleeping in the tent, the three of them reeked. 

“We could do a gas station shower, we just gotta map our way there without our phones. I don’t think that breaks the rules, we just aren’t supposed to use technology,” Ricky shrugged.

“Alright sick, we might as well start driving. Gray, you okay?” E asked.

“Yeah. Just don’t feel good,” he mumbled. He kept himself curled up in the back of the van, head resting on the table as Ethan found his way out of the park and towards the nearest town.

Grayson couldn’t figure out what was bothering him so much. He wasn’t dehydrated, he hadn’t eaten anything bad. He should be having the time of his life, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. It was like the time that Ethan had cut his leg open when they were kids; Grayson wasn’t near him, but he just knew. It was exactly that feeling, except Ethan was right there in front of him, perfectly fine. So he just kept his head down, hoping whatever it was would pass.

They found the gas station about 45 minutes later, and the three of them headed in eagerly. Maybe a good warm shower would clear his mind. 

And once he was done, he did feel better. But only slightly. It was getting harder to breathe. He headed out, noticing that Ricky was already in the van and Ethan was waiting outside. 

“Gray, dude you don’t look good. What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m getting sick man. I’ve been sick to my stomach since yesterday, and I feel like I can’t breathe now. Maybe I’ve got a really bad allergy to something out here. I’m sorry man, I’m trying to shake it so I can be up for the video, but I don’t know where it’s coming from.” 

“Guys.” Ricky’s voice was serious, much more serious than normal.

“What’s up?” E asked. 

“I just got service again, and I’ve got 12 missed calls, all from the same number. I don’t recognize it though. LA area code.”

“Call it. Call it now.” Grayson’s answer came before he could even think about it. He felt like he was going to hurl.

Ricky dialed it back quickly, holding the phone up to his ear. The twins climbed in the back, sitting down across from him at the table.

“This is he.” Ricky said. “Um, yeah, yeah he’s right here.”

Grayson’s blood went ice cold when Ricky held the phone out for him.

“It’s for you.”

He felt robotic and he reached out, taking the phone and putting it up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Mr. Grayson Dolan?” 

“Yes.”

“Hi Grayson. We’re just calling on behalf of Ms. Y/N Y/L/N from King Hospital, you’re listed as her primary emergency contact.”

“Is she alright? What happened?”

“She’s stable right now. We don’t have all of the details, she’s been in and out of consciousness. She was in an accident -”

“Accident?” Grayson’s voice cracked, and Ethan stiffened up beside him. As if it was instinct, he felt his brothers hand on his shoulder, anchoring him just enough that he could listen.

“She was out surfing at Manhattan Beach, the lifeguards said there was a rouge wave. They got her out quickly, but they think she hit her head on some rocks when she went under. She wasn’t breathing when they got to her, but she was stabilized in the ambulance. She told us to call Ricky off her phone when she was conscious because you wouldn’t have your phone. We’ve had her sedated so her brain could rest, but it looks like we’re going to need to take her in for surgery, because we found some deep lacerations on her head and want to check for anymore significant damage.”

“Surgery?” Grayson expected himself to go numb, but he almost had the opposite. He was so overwhelmed that it was crippling. “How soon?”

“As soon as we’re able. She isn’t able to give consent, so we needed to get in contact with you if possible. Are you able to get here quickly?”

“I’m - I’m not in the state, I’m in Texas.”

“Well, a telephone consent will do,” the nurse said.

“Oh. Okay, yeah. Yeah, I consent. Do what you need to, please just be careful.” It was dumb thing to say, he knew that, but he couldn’t help himself. 

“Thank you Mr. Dolan, we will. And we’ll keep you updated. Should we call at this number, or the one you have listed?” 

“The one I have listed is fine, I have it now.” 

Ethan knew exactly what that meant and was immediately scrambling to find the box with their phones while Ricky got the key ready off his keychain. 

“Alright, speak soon Mr. Dolan.” 

And with that she hung up the phone.

“I’m gonna be sick,” were the only words that Grayson could manage as he crawled to the back of the van and hurled over the bumper. Ethan followed him, holding onto his shoulders and trying to stabilize him so he didn’t fall out.

“What do we need to do Gray?”

“Drive. We need to get home, now.”

Without further questions, Ricky climbed into the drivers seat as they closed up the back of the van, immediately heading in the direction of California. 

When Gray finally managed to get enough air in his lungs, he was able to look up at Ethan, who was sitting opposite of him. 

“Y/N’s hurt. I think it’s pretty bad.”

“Tell me what happened.” 

And so he did, to the best of his ability. He didn’t have very much information, which was the hard part. But he told his brother everything that the nurse did.

“Well, if she was with it enough to give them Ricky’s number instead of yours, that’s good. That means she was alright when they got her in the ambulance.”

“Right. I wonder if she tried to call me.” The thought made his stomach tighten.

“Your phone was dead, it’s charging up front right now. Either way, we’re headed back as quick as we can.” 

Grayson noted that the van was moving quite quickly - Ricky was definitely speeding, but he didn’t care. 

“E.”

“I know Gray. I’m scared too. But she’s gonna be alright. She has to be.” 

She’s gonna be alright

She’s gonna be alright

He repeated the words over and over again in his head, sometimes mumbling them aloud. A few minutes later, his phone was charged. Ethan climbed to the front to get it. Without having to ask, Ethan knew that Grayson wanted him to screen his texts, just to see. And he could tell there were texts from her just by his face.

“E. If she text me about all this and I didn’t answer, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.” 

“She wouldn’t have been able to, she didn’t take her phone in the water. These are all from before.” 

He held out his hand.

Looking at the texts was his undoing. He could hear her voice, clear as day in his head as he read them, making it all the much harder. He began to sob, uncontrollable ragged sounds. Ethan put an arm around his shoulder in silent support, as he often did. And Ricky continued down the road.

------------------------

It was the longest 15 hours of his life. They’d checked to make sure it wasn’t quicker to stop in Phoenix and put Grayson on a flight - driving straight through was faster. But god it felt like it was taking years. He held the picture he had of him and Y/N in his hand, but he couldn’t look at it for too long without losing it. 

Ethan was driving now, with Grayson in the passenger seat - he hadn’t been forced to take a turn, everyone knew he was in no shape to drive. 

Everyone in the car was on edge, which meant they all jumped practically to the ceiling when Grayson’s phone rang. He answered on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Dolan?” It was a different voice this time.

“Yes.”

“Hi, this is Y/N’s surgeon, just calling with an update. Y/N is out of surgery, and she did great! No complications, and the damage seems pretty minimal, though we’ll have to see once she wakes up.” 

He took his first real breath in the last 15 hours. 

“That’s great news. Thank you.”

“So she’s in recovery right now, but she’s gonna be unconscious for the next 30 minutes or so. Should we be expecting you?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m headed there right now, I should be there in about 25 minutes according to my GPS.”

“Alright perfect. Well, she’s in room 828 on the post op wing when you get here, just sign in at the desk and we’ll bring you up. We’ll take good care of her.”

“Thank you so much doctor.”

“She’s alright. Out of surgery, should be waking up soon,” he explained as soon as he hung up. The relief was obvious, especially for Ethan. Gray had been so caught up in his own worry that he’d forgotten how worried Ethan must be - Y/N was practically his sister. Grayson watched as his brother pressed just a tiny bit more on the gas, racing towards the hospital.

When they arrived, Grayson couldn’t get out of the van fast enough. He bolted for the entrance, with Ethan in tow. Ricky stayed in the car out of privacy, offering to get them anything they needed. 

They went through the motions of check in - something they were all too familiar with - and Grayson followed the nurse up to the post op floor, where he was transferred over to the nurse that had initially called him. 

“She’s starting to stir just a bit. Just to prepare you, we aren’t sure how confused she’s going to be when she wakes up. With the mixture of anesthesia and her concussion, she may be very out of it. Just be patient with her, she should come around to her normal self within the next few hours. She’s right through here.” The nurse stopped outside the door, opening the door with a gentle push. 

“You wanna go alone, or do you want me with you?” Ethan asked, hesitating.

“With me.” He didn’t have to think about it. 

Grayson went in first, and if Ethan hadn’t been behind him, he probably would have fallen to his knees. Y/N was in the hospital bed, gown over her still form, her head partially wrapped in gauze. She had oxygen tubes in her nose and was breathing deeply, laying flat on her back, eyes closed. Just the image of her in the whole hospital garb was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He hated it more than he could have imagined. 

Once he was stable enough on his feet, Grayson headed to her bedside. As he got closer, she started to stir a bit, fingers twitching as he sat down as gently as he could on the side of her bed. It was as if she knew he was there already, even though he hadn’t said a word or touched her at all. 

“Mmmmmm.” She started to make a noise, her dry lips parting.

“Baby?” Grayson leaned forward, taking her hand in his, careful not to move her IV. 

“Mmm- mad.” She mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Mad?” He looked back at Ethan for clarification, but he just nodded. Grayson raised a hand up to cup her cheek, and she smiled, resting her head in his palm. He revealed in the feeling, taking it in. 

“Bronco.” This time, her word was clear, though it didn’t make anymore sense. 

“Baby. Y/N, can you open your eyes sweetheart?” Grayson coaxed, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone. 

“Tryin’. It’s heavy,” she said, scrunching her eyebrows. He could tell she was really doing her best, which made his heart squeeze a bit tighter. When she finally managed to lift her eyelids, he could tell she was exhausted. 

“You’s gonna be mad at me,” was the first sentence she managed to string together, though all her words were drawn out and slightly garbled. 

“Why would I be mad at you baby?”

“I drove the bronco, left it at the beach. Probs some homeless guy living in it,” she said, resting all the weight of her head onto his hand. 

“It’s okay. I really couldn’t care less about the car right now.”

“Don’t say that, Ethan will be big sad.” She gasped then, sitting upright a little more. “Ethan! Hi buddy!” She had just noticed him at the end of the bed. She blinked hard, like she was trying to bring him into focus.

“Hey girly, how yah feelin?” 

“Got a cracked skull, but i’ms okay. But guess what?”

“What?” He asked.

“Still smarter than youuuuu,” she shrugged, and Grayson couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

She really was back to normal.

“You want me to go get the car?” Ethan asked, sitting on the opposite side of her bed and for once, choosing not to throw a comeback. He really had been worried.

“I don’t have keys. Or my phone. I left em with the lifeguard,” she pouted, her lip curling down. If it wasn’t so pitiful, he would have found it adorable. 

“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Don’t worry about it,” Grayson reassured her, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. 

The nurse came in then to check on her. Ethan moved out of her way, and Grayson was about to move away, but Y/N grabbed his hand, using all her strength to hold him there.

“Don’t go,” she whimpered, and he swore he could feel a piece of his heart crack.

“I’m right here, just getting out of the nurses way,” he promised, kissing her hand and standing next to the bed.

“You guys are fine, I’ll let you know if you’re somewhere I need to be,” the nurse smiled. “How’re you feeling Y/N?” 

“Sore, but okay.”

“Well, you’re a trooper. I’ve never seen anyone come out of anesthesia so clear headed before. Now, you might get confused in a little while, but that’s just the concussion, and it’ll pass, okay? Just gotta give it time. You just rest and give your body some time to heal. You should be ready to rock and roll out of here in the next few days, okay?” 

“M’kay. Is my phone lost forever?” She asked.

“Actually the lifeguard that pulled you out dropped off your box with your things earlier. It’s over there with your other belongings.” 

Grayson made a mental note to find that guy and thank him profusely in the future. Ethan went over to the personal items bag, bringing it over to the bed. Y/N started to rummage through it, pulling things out one by one. 

When she got her wetsuit out - which took some effort - she frowned, running her finger over the new cut that Grayson assumed was made by the paramedics. He tried as hard as he could to not picture what the ambulance looked like when that cut was made.

“They cut it,” she pouted. “That was my favorite one.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Grayson reassured her. 

“M’kay,” she mumbled, satisfied. She cuddled down a little bit into her pillow, obviously exhausted. Grayson continued going through the bag, getting the keys and her phone out of the box. 

“I’m gonna get the car before it gets towed. Give you all a minute,” Ethan said quietly, having a hand out for the keys.

“Thanks bro. I’ll keep you updated.” 

He was extremely grateful, but he couldn’t find the words. He hoped Ethan knew.

“Gray,” Y/N said quietly. 

“Hey baby, I’m right here.” 

“M’tired,” she murmured, holding a hand out. “Can we sleep?” 

“You can sleep sweetheart,” Grayson reassured her. 

“C’mere. Come up here,” she said, patting the bed next to her. 

Grayson obliged, sliding his arms under her knees and behind her back, scooting her over just enough so that he could slide into the bed beside her. 

“Much better. I missed you. Maybe don’t go for so long next time,” she said, curling up against him and getting as close as she could.

“Don’t worry. I’m not leaving you for a long, long time.”

“Sounds good to me,” she mumbled, but she was already falling asleep before the end of the sentence. So Grayson held her close to him, relishing in the feeling and lulling off to sleep. 

#I really love this #I watched too many of their survival videos haha #lynds writes #grayson imagine #grayson imagines #grayson dolan #dolan twins #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan x reader #dolan twin imagines #ethan dolan

[notveryglittery]

so @/dysaniadisorder​ posted this really cute zoom moxiety art and then i posted some selfies in a discord server and the reactions from that + this moxiety art got me feeling even more Fluffy than usual so here’s a very rambly au that i stream of consciousness wrote in half an hour lol 

idk about anyone else, but i had a pen pal through english class in middle school for a little while. so what if, patton and virgil meeting through being pen pals. patton's letters are as bubbly as his stories, he includes stickers on the pages and the envelope, and uses *so many* exclamation marks. virgil meanwhile, tends to write very little and mostly just in reaction to whatever patton said. because sure, the letters are sent to the school and they've been told not to give away personal information, but y'know... Just In Case.

except for one towards the end of the program, when patton really doesn't want to lose contact with virgil, so he shares his instagram. and he says no pressure of course i dont even know if you have an instagram but here it is if you ever wanna try to keep talking. and bc roman's his best friend, of course virgil has instagram (ugh). so of course he checks patton's profile. and oh *no* he's as cute as his bubbly handwriting and his stories and stickers and exclamation marks

virgil's never really mentioned this whole pen pal thing to roman, because roman's english teacher did not sign her class up for it and he knows roman would be jealous. but he made the mistake of checking patton's profile in roman's presence and if anyone's going to notice a Gay Panic™, it's roman

so of course roman grills virgil and virgil caves bc like what?? else is he gonna do?? but anyway, roman hits the follow button for virgil but then virgil throws his phone across the room and breaks it so can we get an f in the chat

meanwhile patton's studying with his step-brother logan when he gets a little chime from his phone and? oh a new instagram follow that's neat, who's [insert cool username for virgil]? except of course virgil's profile is private so patton has to follow back to see any photos. except virgil's phone is busted! bummer

cue virgil not getting a new phone for a week or two bc idk he's in trouble for breaking the old one to begin with and by the time he finally does get a new one, he totally spaces on installing instagram. so it's like a month and a half later when roman asks him why the heck he hasn't been liking roman's pictures that virgil remembers. and then he also remembers patton. *oh god patton* how could he ever forget, he is a fool, and patton probably hates him now, or he must be super worried, bc the pen pal program is over so they havent been writing and then he just disappeared off the face of the planet which?? well patton should have expected it a little because he did say it would be okay if virgil didnt want to keep in contact but *oh god patton*

virgil installs instagram and finds patton's follow request (and like 32 comments from roman demanding that virgil like his photos what kind of best friend is he smh)

and he accepts it 

and then while he's still riding his bravery high, he messages patton "hey it's virgil" and then Very Calmly sets his phone down before screaming into a pillow

meanwhile patton's busy cheering logan on at his swim meet but this does mean that he's posting all sorts of encouraging cheesy stuff to his story which means virgil is already getting a sneak peak into patton's life and wait oh my GOD is that his voice???????

virgil is very gay and he is having a Time

anyway patton also almost breaks his phone when he sees the follow request approved *and* the message!!! because lowkey , he considers virgil a pretty close friend!! he vented in some of those pen pal letters! said some things he couldn't bring himself to say to anyone else. and virgil was always so patient and kind and reminded him of all the good things to help and balance out the bad things.

so y'know, fast forward thru lots of instagram interactions. messaging each other late into the night. virgil always liking patton's photos and leaving a single "💜" comment on every one. they talk about roman - and how he's virgil's best friend and he may be dramatic and loud but he's reliable and genuine - and they talk about logan - and how patton wouldn't know anywhere near as much as he does w/out him and how they have sleepovers in the basement every saturday.

and fast forward to moving on from instagram to discord, and joining servers of fandoms they're both in. making a server for themselves + roman + logan (and *oh boy,* introducing roman and logan). sending silly memes and posts that "made me think of you", late night texting that ends with one sending the final “i guess you fell asleep, sweet dreams <3″ message, and the other sending the “oops i did, good morning <3″ message in return 

and sure, roman might post pictures on instagram of himself and virgil, but virgil's always half-in half-out of frame or he's blurry or he's looking away. and so one day, he posts a selfie in their friend server because he's just got his hair dyed purple and he's *so excited* and patton. patton didnt even have time to prepare can we get an f in the chat

there are a LOT of keysmashes and hearts lol

roman is still laughing by the time patton manages to calm down. patton sort of flat out demands for a group video call aljsdf

logan and roman, all this time obviously because they can't be out done, have already had plenty of personal voice and video calls themselves. sometimes it's just to help roman run lines or help logan study for a test. but they have been on the receiving end of patton and virgil gushing about their respective crushes so they're in full support of this tbh

so they set up a group video call that night, roman and logan like immediately muting themselves bc let's be real we all know the real reason behind this. patton is gushing about virgil and virgil's hair like, right off the bat, and virgil is slowly but surely disappearing into his hoodie and the lighting in his room isn't very good, but gosh patton is *melting* and then

and THEN

patton pauses to finally drink out of his cooling hot cocoa and virgil takes the opportunity to clear his throat and sit up a little out of his hoodie cocoon and says thank you

and y'all we thought virgil was all Gay Panic™ when he saw patton's face in photos for the first time? and then he broke his phone when roman followed patton for him?

patton does a spit take and chokes on his hot cocoa and kind of maybe shorts out his laptop ajsdkjhsf

because we gotta go full circle baby

roman disappears from view on his camera because he just rolled off the bed he's laughing so hard

you know logan definitely anticipated this, so he's been on best buy's website this whole time, ready to find laptops on sale / schedule an appointment to get patton's laptop fixed

and uuuhhhh yeah :) pen pals to friends to lovers long distance moxiety, with background probably-qpr logince because that's the Vibe i'm getting. with bonus best friends prinxiety and familial logicality!! thanks for reading :D 

#sanders sides fan fiction #moxiety #romantic moxiety #patton sanders #virgil sanders #platonic prinxiety #moxiety fan fiction #dani writes

[mrsdr-ethan-ramsey]

The Call (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

Oops...I sinned a bit. I’m not sure if it’s good though...this is my first time writing anything remotely smutty but I was reading Love Her or Lose Her by Tessa Bailey (10/10 would recommend) and got inspired by her extremely hot phone sex scene. So I gave it a shot...I hope it’s okay. There’s a lot of build up to just a lil smut...

Tag List: @the-soot-sprite @ethandaddyramsey @silverlitskies @trappedinfandoms @samihatuli @sherlockedmcu @marywitchjane @awalker965 @openheart12 @flyawayboo @hatescapsicum @edi654 @princess-geek @akacalliope @dr-nancy-house @hipstercoffeeshop @miyakokurono @riverrune 

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Parker Kennedy)

Summary: Upset by Ethan leaving without warning, Parker calls him and one thing leads to another...

Warnings: Swear words, smut, NSFW, 18+ please folks

Word Count: ~2100

As Parker threw back another shot of tequila, she could feel her lips start to tingle as her vision started to blur. A few more and I’ll forget everything, she thought as she triumphantly slammed the glass down before any of her other roommates could finish. Lately they couldn’t keep up with her drinking. If Parker didn’t have an early shift, she would be trashed by the end of the night and would have to dragged her home. There was only one reason for her new drinking habits; Ethan Ramsey had left.

One month. That’s how long it had been since he left for South America without so much as a ‘goodbye Rookie’. She had whiplash from watching him dart to the hospital entrance, suitcase rolling behind him. She had shouted after him, chased him even. He wouldn’t turn around. It was the hardest thing she had ever witnessed. Ethan getting into a rideshare, refusing to look at her. She knew he heard her call his name over and over. She knew he heard her chase after him. All he had to do was look to the side to see her small frame shaking with tears, confused and upset. But he didn’t.

Parker had waited and waited for a call or a text. Anything to know where he was going, how long, and why. After a week, she went to Naveen. He was just as surprised as she was that Ethan hadn’t mentioned anything to her. She had to find out through Naveen that he was in the Amazon helping to fight a disease and treat people who didn’t have access to modern medicine. It took everything in Parker to not cry in front of the new Chief of Medicine. She was hurt that Ethan didn’t tell her that he’d be gone for two months. Two whole months and he didn’t feel the need to tell her. He ditched her without a goodbye. That stung.

To forgot about this, Parker kept busy by picking up extra shifts at work and in her free time numbed her brain with alcohol. When this started, her roommates had only assumed she was stressed. As it started happening more and more frequently, they became extremely concerned about her drinking habits.  

“Alright, you’re done Kennedy,” Bryce said as he switched her shot glass for one filled with water.

“I’m not even that drunk!” Parker protested, her words only slurring a bit. She was right, but her friends wanted to save her liver before she destroyed it.

Sienna gave her a concerning look. “We know, but you’ve been drinking a lot lately. We’re worried this habit will stick if we don’t intervene.”

Parker glumly took a drink of water and mumbled, “This habit will only be around for another month.”

At this, Elijah shot Sienna a look. The two were the only ones that 100% knew Parker had sex with Ethan. Jackie assumed that she had, and Bryce only knew Parker had a crush. Even if they didn’t all know about her relationship with the older doctor, they all pinned her excessive drinking to the absence of Ethan Ramsey.  

“Alright, I’m calling it a night. Let’s head home,” Jackie stated, throwing back the last two shots before Parker could offer to take one.

With some coaxing, and tugging, the group of roommates said goodbye to Bryce and headed for the train to take them home. Parker leaned on Sienna for the entire ride, the last shot finally hitting her. With the help of Jackie and Sienna, Parker got ready for bed and they laid her down on her mattress. With a few goodnights from all the roomies, they shut the door leaving Parker alone with her thoughts. Without enough alcohol in her system, Parker’s mind started thinking about Ethan.  

What was he doing right now? Was he thinking about her? Did he ever think about her? Was he okay? Did her contract the disease? Did he miss her like she missed him?  

She reached for her phone, scrolling through her text messages until she saw his name. There were only two texts sent. One from her and one from him.

I hate texting.

If that was true, then the only thing she could do was call him. She tapped on his contact icon, just the letters ER. She was afraid to take of photo of him for her contacts, and the moody photo available through the hospital seemed too impersonal. Her finger hovered over his number, a debate going through her head on whether or not she could call.

He obviously would have called you if he wanted to talk to you. Well maybe he doesn’t have service down there. Then what’s the point of me even calling him? Well if he doesn’t have reception then I’ll know, and the call won’t go through. At least then I’ll know why he didn’t call me. If he picks up...well, I’ll cross that bridge if I get there.

She hit the number, putting her phone up to her ear as she waited quietly to see if she would get something. It rang, proving that he in fact did have his phone on and reception.

Ethan Ramsey was bewildered to say the least when he saw the name Parker Kennedy flash on his phone. He cursed himself, her, and whatever force that made her name flash on the device. One month. He had only been away for one month. He had been strong and not called, written, or made any contact with the woman who held his thoughts every waking moment. He was doing so well until she reached out to him.

Ethan debated on whether or not to answer. He was ready to decline the call, until he thought that it could be an emergency. Parker could actually need his help. Well, that’s how he justified taking the call.

“Rookie? What’s wrong?” he answered gruffly, making his way into his personal space so nobody could hear his conversation. He swore he could hear Parker inhale sharply at the sound of his voice, but he couldn’t be sure.

“H-Hi Ethan,” she whispered.

He waited for her to say more, to give a reason why she was calling. Instead she remained silenced except for her soft breathing. Even thousands of miles away, Parker had utter control over him. He closed his eyes, trying to regain power of his body. He thought it was pathetic that his cock was reacting to just her saying his name and breathing.

“Parker you called me. I’m going to need an explanation.”

“O-Oh, right!” Parker rasped out, repositioning herself on the bed. “I just wanted to check in with you…since, well you left without so much as a goodbye.”

Ethan let out a loud sigh, pacing in his space. His left hand held the phone to his ear while the right tugged at his hair.

“I had to Rookie,” he said lowly.

“You could have said goodbye, or at least told me you were leaving.”

He sighed again. He seemed to being doing that a lot in this conversation. “I had to put distance between us.”

“Over 3,000 miles?”

“Any closer and I don’t know if I could have stayed away.”

His voice was deep, and sounded like pure sex to Parker. She could barely register his words, his voice sending jolts straight between her legs. Parker hadn’t heard that voice in over a month. She squeezed her thighs together, rubbing them slightly and breathed out, “W-What do you mean?”

“You do things to me Parker. You mess with my head. I can’t think straight when I’m around you. If I want to have control when I’m your boss…” Ethan took a deep breath. “I needed to get away from you.”

She should be heartbroken at his words, but just hearing his voices was working her up more and more. She barely registered her hands moving down the front of her leggings and into her panties as he spoke. That was why she didn’t even think about controlling her breathing as it picked up with her movements.

“What are you doing Parker?” he asked. She could practically see the furrow in his brow as he tried to figure out exactly where she was and doing at the moment.

“I’m just at my apartment,” she whispered, her fingers never stopping.

“Your bedroom?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Parker,” his voice dropped impossibly lower as he growled out, “Are you touching yourself?”

“N-No! Of course not!”

Parker knew he would be able to hear right through her breathy response. As if he could read her mind, he replied, “You think I don’t know how you sound as you get worked up? As your pussy gets wet?”

Parker was just about to deny is words, but as her fingers brushed her clit she let out a soft moan. A quiet fuck came through the phone before she heard movement.

“E-Ethan, what are you doing?” she asked, her movements never slowly down in her panties.

“Do you really think I could listen to you getting off without getting hard myself? Christ Rookie, my cock was hard the second you said my name.”

That sent a delicious shiver down Parker’s spine, making her hips arch towards her fingers exploring the familiar area. Her fingers pressed harder, eyes shutting as she imagined that they weren’t her fingers but Ethan’s. She pulled every image she could of the two times they had been intimate, playing them on the back of her eyelids. She was not ashamed that it wasn’t the first time she was getting off remembering being with Ethan, but this time was different. In her right ear she could hear is gruff voice, the small grunts that left his lips and he stroked himself with her.

“Fuck…Ethan,” she mewled in his ear. He could hardly take it. He hadn’t been with anybody since his last night with Parker. He couldn’t even think about being intimate with anyone except the young doctor. She consumed his every thought and dream.

“Think of me,” his voice rumbled in her ear. “Think of me between your legs, my tongue on your cunt, my cock filling you up, my lips sucking on your breasts.”

“Yes!” Parker cried, the familiar knot tightening in the pit of her stomach. She was so close

“Darling do you know what I’d do to you if I were there?” Ethan groaned into the phone. “I’d worship your pussy, those gorgeous thighs…every inch of your body should be touched…kissed…because you look like a goddess when you come undone.”

“Please, Ethan,” Parker begged, not knowing what she was asking him to do. Make her finish? Fly back and make her come in person? She wasn’t sure. Her brain was mush as her moves became frantic, only thinking about Ethan.

“I know sweetheart,” he said. She could hear his hand picking up speed in the background, the small moans leaving his lips told her he would be close soon.

Trembling and completely at Ethan’s mercy, Parker couldn’t stop the moans living her lips. Though thousands of miles of way, the two touched themselves in tandem. It was intimate, the only sounds being exchanged were those of pleasure.

“E-Ethan, I’m so close,” she gasped, sinking two fingers inside herself as she tried to find the G spot that Ethan always could.

“Let go Parker. Come for me,” Ethan growled, rubbing his aching member as he imagined Parker’s body withering on her bed. He could practically see her body bowing off of it from the pleasure.

With a frantic rub against her sensitive clit, Parker sobbed Ethan’s name over and over again with her orgasm. Ethan’s actions never slowed, rubbing desperately as him found his own high.

As Parker came down from her climax, she could hear Ethan’s breathing begin to level. Overwhelmed, she couldn’t help but whimper out, “I miss you Ethan.”

“I know darling…” he said softly, his own voice shaking.

“Don’t leave me yet…”

“I won’t.”

He stayed on the phone with Parker until she fell asleep, whispering a silent ‘sweet dreams’ once her breathing leveled. As he hung up the phone, he let out the breath he had been holding. He was so fucked.

The next morning, Parker woke up from the best sleep she had had since, well, since she slept cuddled up to Ethan. Her phone was almost dead next to her. The first thing she saw was that Ethan had stayed on the phone with for hours before he hung up. Parker’s heart rate picked up as a small smile came across her face. She knew she’d be able to wait another month before she saw him again. And by then, Parker was determined to convince him to give their feelings a chance.

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could we get a part 4 to that best friend Ethan thing?🥰

Sorry it took so long :(

TRIGGER WARNING!!!

(sexual harassment, violence, alcohol intoxication and death)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4:

You were now 4 drinks down and to say that you were absolutely fucked was an understatement. Your vision had become blurry and you were struggling to walk like a normal person without embarrassing yourself by walking into strangers.

Grayson was right. You can’t handle your drinks.

Every now and then you flash a cheeky smile at the odd guy that walks by you, earning yourself an eye roll from both Yael and Sam. You're such a flirt when you're drunk and you never have a problem showing it.

”You're such a lightweight, y/n!” Yael shouts over the loud thumping music as you both dance side by side, swaying your hips along with the music.

You— being the most drunk you've ever been— miss hear her completely. ”who the fuck are you calling shark bait?!”

Yael snorts out a laugh, amused with the state that you were in. “I said LIGHTWEIGHT! Fucking idiot!”

Sam casually dances his way over to the two of you, in the middle of the dance floor, with a drink in each hand.

”Who’s a lightweight?!” he questions, handing Yael one of the alcoholic beverages.

”Look! Sammy whammy is here! Welcome brother shark bait!” you point out as you dramatically throw an arm around his shoulder, causing the two of you to stumble back into a group of wasted girls that were dancing behind you.

”Oop! My bad!” you giggle, stepping away from the collision you just caused. You spin around to see that all 3 girls had liquid spilt down their attire and expressed a face to say ’are you kidding me?’— but you didn't give a single fuck.

Without a second to think, you stick both middle fingers up in the air and grin tormentingly before mouthing a ’fuck you’. Much to your amusement, this riles them up.

”Ignore her! She doesn't mean it! She's just drunk!” Sam clarifies, holding his hands up in defence as the girls start to throw abuse at the two of you.

”He’s lying!” you protest. ”I think you all look like clowns right now with all that fucking makeup on your dumbass fac—”

Pulling you away from the situation, before it gets out of hand, Sam raises a brow at you. ”Stop trying to rile up strangers! And Shark bait?”

“SHARK BAIT, OOH HA HA!”

Wow. You were even starting to annoy yourself with the childish shit you were coming out with.

”enough with the shark bait!” Yael demands, playfully clamping a hand over your mouth.

”get ya nasty hands off me!” slapping her hands away, you grimace. ”Could’a been touching sam’s dick for all I know!”

”don't be so silly!” yeal leans closer to your ear, holding your shoulder to steady your balance somewhat. ”I've washed my hands since then.” she winks.

”FILTH! ABSOLUTE FILTH!” you screech, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, sending Yael into fits of laughter.

”I’m joking!” she claims, taking a sip of her drink. ”although—” yael eyes Sam from head to toe, almost drooling at the sight of him. ”Sam is looking pretty hot tonight. Look at that fine piece of—”

”RIGHT!” you turn on your heel, beginning to walk away ”I need another drink.”

”Be safe! We’ll be right here if you need us!” she calls, waving a hand in the air as to say ’bye’.

No, they won't. Give it 5 minutes and Yael will be getting it in the toilets.

You were at the bar, ordering another 2 rounds of shots for the three of you, when a guy comes and sits himself down beside you.

”having a fun night?” he attempts to spark up a conversation.

”uh— yeah? Yes! Very fun!”

”That sounds like sarcasm, babe.”

Ew. Don't ’babe’ me.

You force a smile before taking your phone out from your clutch.

No messages.

Deep down, you were hoping to find a message from Ethan. But instead you received a notification-free screen. You found yourself staring at a picture, of you and E, that you had set as your lock screen. It was taken at the beach a few months back when you first properly hung out with everyone. Ethan was very attached to you that day and wherever you were, he was sure not to be too far away. You found it sweet.

In the photo, Ethan was standing behind you, both arms wrapped around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder with a huge beaming smile spread across his face. It's your favorite photo to date and you've had it set as your lock screen from the very moment it was taken because E claimed it was ’kinda cute’.

The stranger next to you must have noticed your facial expression alter slightly because he's soon leaning over to get your attention. You slide your phone back into your clutch and close it after double-checking your actions.

”you seem like you're having a shitty time.”

”I am not! I'm having a fucking wicked time, if you must know! See that girl over there?” you turn to look for Yael, but she's nowhere in sight. Neither is Sam.

They're fucking in the bathroom, I bet!

”who?” the guy looks around the room in confusion.

Panicking, you point to a random girl. That random girl just so happens to be the wildest girl out on the dance floor as she was grinding against anyone who walked by her with her hair an absolute mess and red lipstick smudged all over her face. She looks like she knows how to have a fun time, that's for sure.

”That's your friend?” he asks, voice full of doubt. ”Seems like a massive whore to me.”

Was this guy looking to get his ass beaten? Because you'll square up right now!

”fuck you, asshole! That's my best friend! Don't talk about her like that!” You snap. You have no idea why you felt the need to defend this girl so bad but you weren't going to sit back and let this nincompoop hate on her like that.

”what the fuck are you gonna do about it?” the man laughs, taking a sip of his drink.

Smack his drink out of his hand.

You scowl at the man, shaking the thought out of your head before the bartender walks over with the shots you had ordered. You thank them with a small smile before picking the drinks tray up to take it over to an empty table in the corner of the room, furthest away from the bar.

After concentrating on your steps, and guarding the drinks like your life depended on it, you reach the booth you had your eyes on.

Wasting no time at all, you place the tray atop the table and swallow a shot straight down, grimacing at the burning feeling in the back of your throat.

Just when you think you're alone with your own thoughts, you feel a tap on your shoulder, prompting you to turn around. When you do, your heart plummets into your stomach.

It was the nincompoop from the bar and he didn't look happy at all.

”You know, it's rude to walk away from someone when they're talking to you.” his eyes were all over you, scanning your body from head to toe. You cringe, internally.

Still fairly drunk, you mimic his words in a mocking tone. ”It's rude to walk away when someones talking to you— GUESS WHAT?! I. DON'T—”

Taking you by surprise, he grabs your face with one hand and pulls you closer to him by harshly yanking on your arm.

”Watch your fucking mouth, slut.” he grumbles next to your ear, making your blood run cold with fear.

You'd think that someone would notice what's going on and intervene but this is a club, after all. Everyone was too drunk to notice their surroundings, let alone care about a couple of people in the corner of the club.

You always knew your drunken mouth would get you in trouble one day.

Out of instinct and panic, you kick him as hard as you can in the shin and shove him back. He howls in pain, hopping on one leg, as you make a quick dash for the nearest exit.

This is when wearing heels really fucks you.

You didn't dare look behind you because you knew if you did, that asshole would be right on your tail.

Forcefully shoving an exit door open, you become aware of your surroundings. You’re currently standing in the designated area for smokers. But no one was in sight.

To your left: dead end. No brainer.

To your right: 6-foot wire fence. There's no way you’d be able to climb that thing in sweatpants, let alone a fucking dress.

Unfortunately for you, just when you were about to figure out your next escape route, the guy kicks the door open to reveal an evil smirk on his pale face.

Yeah, maybe running through a side door wasn't the best idea.

There was only one exit and douchebag here was standing right in the way of it.

”You really thought you could run away from me?” he scoffs, ambling closer. With every step he took, the more fearful you got. What were this man's intentions?

”fuck you!” you spit (quite literally) into his face, making him flinch over-so-slightly.

He chuckles darkly and wipes his face clean before clamping a hand over your mouth and traps you between himself and the brick wall behind you.

The foul stench his body emitted was gut-wrenching. It was a foisty smell, alongside alcohol and sweat and it was not a good combo, at all. Never have you smelt anything so horrendous in your life. This guy has clearly never heard of a shower before.

”Wanna say that again?” he growls, breathing his disgusting breath in your face, only inches away.

You squirmed in his tight grip, trying desperately to escape but it was no use. He was too strong compared to your intoxicated self.

You begin tugging on the hand that was wrapped around your mouth, managing to break free for long enough to bite down onto it.

Crying out profanities, the man shakes his hand followed by bringing it back up towards your face. Instead of covering your mouth though, he tightly wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes your windpipe. You gasp for air as you begin grabbing at his hand once again but the pain you inflicted on the man in front of you caused a rush of adrenaline to power through his body, making him stronger than he was before.

”You looking to get hurt, huh?” he grumbles angrily, pulling an object out from his back pocket with his free hand. With a flick of his wrist, a blade pops out from the little rectangular-shaped object. Your eyes widen as you come to realise his intentions.

You wince as he angles the razor-sharp blade against your cheek. He then proceeds to press the point into your skin, chuckling tauntingly as blood begins to seep from the fresh wound and onto his hand that was still restraining you from breathing.

You wanted to scream and cry for help but it almost seemed impossible. Everything around you was becoming even more blurry than before and you were positive you were going in and out of consciousness from lack of oxygen.

”you’re so pathetic. Look at you! So weak. So helpless.” he uses his blade to smear the blood that was seeping from your cheek, all over your face. ”any last words, bitch?”

You have nothing to lose.

”F-fuck y-you,” you wheeze, kneeing him in the crotch with all the strength you could muster.

With a groan, he drops the knife and falls to his knees, cupping his privates in the process.

You collapse onto the floor and frantically start gasping for air. Without hesitation, you proceed to army crawl towards the door you passed through moments ago but before you could reach it, you're being dragged back by your ankle. You twist your whole body to lay on your back and begin kicking your feet in an attempt to get the pest of a man off you.

Managing to dodge all of your kicks, he drags you closer to him and places himself in between your legs after yanking them apart.

”GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” you screech, throwing your fists directly into his face.

”Stop! Just hold still!” He holds an arm up in defence as the other begins jerking at your dress, making it ride up somewhat.

”I SAID FUCK OFF!” Your foot flies up, purposely, kicking him straight in the jaw. The impact sparks him out cold as he falls back and cracks his head against the concrete flooring beneath him. You lay there stunned.

Blood begins to pool around his body while you remain sat in the exact same spot, eyes never leaving the scene before you.

You pay close attention to his chest area to discover that it wasn’t rising and falling like it should be. The only movement evident was the deep red fluid that continued to spill from his brutal wound on the back of his head.

Fuck.

Your breathing hitches in your throat as you feel as though you were being strangled like moments prior. Following shortly behind was a tightening sensation in your chest. It was just like someone had you in a bear hug and refused to loosen their hold of you, only tightening more when you begin to freak out. Everything around you becomes hazy as you try your hardest to focus on your breathing.

The exit door unexpectedly flies open to reveal the club's security guard with his mouth agape, looking absolutely mortified.

”I- I swear I- he just—” you stutter shakily, beginning to explain what happened before completely blacking out.

***

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[shaalk]

Forgive me

Type: Oneshot

Characters: Jongin X Reader

Genre: Slight angst, Fluff, Exes to lovers

Warnings: Swearing

Status: Completed

Summary: Going abroad to study was one of the best decisions I have ever made and I have no regrets about it. I do however, regret the way things ended between me and my ex.

Words: 1551

“Grandma!” I squeal as I run to tackle my grandmother in a bear hug. 

I can’t help but smother her with kisses. I haven’t seen her in 4 years and I really miss her.

“I miss you so much!” I whine with a pout, not letting her escape from my death grip.

“Do you miss me or my cooking?” She asks with suspicion. I just offer her a sheepish smile which makes her chuckle wholeheartedly.

“So, where’s your boyfriend? I haven’t seen him in ages either!” My grandmother complains. 

I stiffen and my megawatt smile is instantly wiped off.

I don’t know how to tell her that we broke up and that we did 4 years ago, just before I left Seoul to study in London. My grandmother loved my boyfriend and I know she still does, the news of our breakup will definitely upset her.

I am wracking my brain to think of an excuse to give my grandmother when suddenly, a warm hand envelopes mine. I look up and my eyes widen.

“Hi grandma!”

“Jongin! Come and give grandma a hug!” I watch as my grandmother pulls my ex-boyfriend into a snuggle. They pull away and my grandmother pinches his cheeks, like she always does.

“You’ve gotten so handsome in the time grandma didn’t see you,” my grandmother continues, still gushing over Jongin. He rubs his nape as a blush creeps up his cheeks, he was never good at accepting compliments.

I zone out for some time until I realise that my grandmother is looking at me expectantly, while Jongin is completely avoiding my eyes.

“Sorry what did you say grandma?” I question.

“When are you guys going to get married? Grandma isn’t getting any younger, I want to play with my great grand-children as soon as possible!” She probes teasingly with a suggestive wink.

“Grandma!” I cry, utterly embarrassed.

“Ok fine! Grandma is hungry. I’ll talk to you guys later, let me get some food first!” With that, she leaves the 2 of us in the living room and goes to join the rest of the guests in the backyard.

As soon as my grandmother is out of sight, I let go of Jongin’s hand immediately. I mumble a quick thank you, and slowly shuffle towards the dining room as well.

“Can we talk in private?” I freeze. 

I really don’t want to be alone with Jongin. But since he helped me in front of my grandmother, I guess I owe him.

“Sure.”

We climb the stairs to my room where we can have a more private conversation, away from the prying eyes and ears of my relatives and friends.

As soon as I enter my room, I plop down on my bed, suddenly tired from greeting the numerous guests who are in attendance of my ‘welcome home’ party. 

I take my time to check the messages on my phone while Jongin looks around my room a little.

Once I reply to the final message, I lock my phone and chuck it to the other side of my bed. I notice that Jongin is idling in front of my photo wall.

My eyes round in realisation. I haven’t taken off our couple pictures, and there were quite a few of them. I spring into action, jumping off the bed and rushing to pull our photos off the wall.

“Oops! I didn’t clean my room before I left for London and I haven’t had time to clean since I came back either, since i’ve been busy catching up with my friends,” I explain hurriedly as I shove our pictures into my desk drawer.

I then go back to sit on my bed as if nothing happened. 

“So, what did you want to talk about?” I ask, trying to seem nonchalant and like I am not affected by his presence at all.

From the corner of my eyes, I catch sight of Jongin making his way towards me. Soon, he is standing right in front of me and my eyes dart up to meet his like moths drawn to a flame.

For a while, we remain in the same position, just staring at each other. I am finally able to properly take in how Jongin looks.

He still looks the same as he did before I left for London. The only differences are that his jawline is sharper and he is a little tanner. He’s also looking a lot bulkier. 

Looks like someone goes to the gym. 

He is wearing a plain black top that shouldn’t make him look amazing but does, because it is highlighting his newly gained muscles that weren’t there in the past. 

But i’m not one to complain.

I don’t know how long I have been appreciating Jongin’s body but when he clears his throat, I break out of my reverie. I feel my cheeks heating up since I have been caught staring at him for so long.

“I’m sorry.” Jongin interrupts the silence.

I am caught off guard with his apology. I don’t even know what he is apologising for. Not trusting myself to speak, I just raise my brows in question. 

Jongin sighs sadly before coming to sit down beside me and taking my hands in his. Meanwhile, I am still confused.

“I’m sorry for what I did and said to you 4 years ago before you left for London.”

Oh.

“As your boyfriend, I should have supported your dream of wanting to study abroad. Instead, I was selfish, I just wanted you to stay by my side. When I told you that if you really went to London, I could easily replace you in a heartbeat, I totally didn’t mean it. That was such a hateful thing for me to say and I still fucking loathe myself to this day for saying such a thing to you.”

I suddenly feel something wet on my hands. Jongin is crying. My heart clenches. Soon enough, I feel my own tears forming. I was never good at holding my tears in, especially if I see someone else cry.

“You were perfect for me, and you still are. I could never replace you darling, and I never did. I’m sorry for breaking up with you, i’m sorry for not supporting your dreams and i’m sorry for saying all those mean things to you.”

Jongin lets go of my hands to cup my face between his warm palms. He gently wipes the tears off my cheeks with the pads of his fingers and then tilts my face upwards so that we’re making eye contact. 

“Please forgive me sweetheart! I was an idiot and an asshole. I regret everything I did to you before you left for London.” Jongin continues rambling on and on about how sorry he is and asking if I can ever forgive him.

Honestly, thinking back, I was never mad at Jongin. Of course the words he said to me stung like a bitch, but I understood his feeling of not wanting to be apart from his girlfriend.The breakup was partly my fault too since I never mentioned to him that I had applied to universities overseas. I also dropped the bomb of my departure a few days before I actually had to leave Seoul.

Jongin is still continuously apologising and asking for forgiveness. Seeing no other way to stop him, I grab his face and pull him into a kiss, effectively shutting him up. 

When I pull away, Jongin’s eyes are almost popping out of their sockets and his lips are parted in shock. He looks so cute and I am really trying my hardest to restrain from squealing loudly.

“That was the only way I could shut you up,” I start with a shrug. “And you're forgiven, even though I wasn't really mad at you. Now come on, let’s head back down before someone thinks we’re doing something funny up here,” I tell Jongin as I head towards the door.

My grip is on the doorknob when I feel a tug on my wrist. I am swivelled around to face Jongin sporting a deep frown, something always visible when he is nervous or hiding something from me.

“Can you be my girlfriend again?” Jongin asks in a small voice and with a slight pout. I can feel his palm sweating and I think I can even hear his heart beating wildly if I listen really closely.

Could Kim Jongin get any cuter????

Not receiving an immediate answer from me, he starts rambling again about how sorry he is for the past and that he will totally understand if I don’t want him as my boyfriend again, but that he will also be really sad if I don’t accept him.

“Come on, I think grandma wants to talk to you more. She really misses you.” I pull Jongin’s grip off my wrist and exit my room.

“Wait! Is that a yes or a no?” I hear Jongin’s panic shouting and heavy footsteps running after me as I descend the stairs to the backyard, where my family and friends are.

I bite my bottom to control the smile that is brewing even though I know the male can’t see it. 

As if I will ever give up the chance to be Kim Jongin’s girlfriend again.

A/N: Let me know what you think! Please drop a comment :)

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[canonicallysoulmates]

Hi. Hope you're doing well. Can I ask you to give me a run down on the whole Louis and Harry situation? I listened to their music on and off but never followed their personal lives (other than the highly publicized thing with TS). But the situation, from what I gathered, seems... Interesting. What are the theories here? Hope it's not too much trouble. Thanks.

Hi, anon!

Sorry, it's taken me so long to reply to you but I wanted to find and provide some links with more information on the things I will be mentioning.

Now I'm going to do my best to give a quick rundown of Louis and Harry's history touching upon some of the bigger theories but Larry is a lot, it's multiple theories and years of history and multiple things seemingly happening at once like doing the research for this I fell down this hole all over again because there's just so much so this turned bigger than I was planning but let's get into this...

For those that don't know Louis and Harry are singer-songwriters that started their careers as members of the group One Direction. From pretty early on in the conception of the band fans noticed the close relationship between Louis and Harry and it wasn't too long before tumblr gave them a couple name: Larry Stylinson. 

Now, all 5 boys were close and got along well but Larry was magical to look at:

And what at first was a tumblr/fandom thing kept growing to the point it left fandom in a way I'd never seen before and have yet to see again with a lot of focus being put on Larries (people who believe in larry) themselves with articles being written about the theories and those who believe in them in an often mocking way; Larries were turned into villains, mocked and painted as silly little fangirls by the fandom and the media, and to this day we are still looked upon that way by those in and outside the fandom (and even by those who were once larries but that's a convo for another day).

Point is Larry grew and theories are aplenty, so let's look at some of them…

Theory #1: Louis and Harry are/were romantically involved and made to hide their relationship by management.

As I said, there's a lot of theories surrounding these two but this is I'd say the original one, the biggest one, and the one a lot of other theories come back to; I don't know when speculation about the boys' sexuality and their relationship started but it has been going on for years to the point, as I said, that it left the fandom.

The theory is self-explanatory: Harry and Louis have been together since their X Factor days but made to hide their relationship by their management for years, and all the girlfriends they have had publicly have been beards including Miss TS herself. (As a bonus fact, that made a lot of people in this fandom dislike her, and some think it’s because of Larry or because she was dating Harry, no it’s because she shaded him multiple times.)

You probably noticed that I said "are/were", the reason for that is that there are some larries (are you still a larrie if you think they've broken up?) that believe Louis and Harry were together but have since broken up. That's not the case with all larries since there are also plenty who believe they are still together, and some who even think they got married in 2013, I'll talk about that a little bit more later on, for now, let's go back to the early years and some of the things that made people believe in this love story:

This is not in chronological order by the way.

Other than the heart eyes, soft touches, and overall fondness displayed towards each other by both boys there was…

That time in a radio interview when the boys were asked about girlfriends or boyfriends and Harry said Louis’ boyfriend and management were heard saying to take that bit out. Now there is some debate about whether Harry said Louis’ boyfriend or we're all each other's boyfriends so I suggest taking a close listen. 

Harry saying his first real crush was Louis and that it was mutual. 

The autograph signing where a fan asked Harry if he and Louis were dating and he said yes. 

The AIMH tweet:

Louis being asked if he does romantic things for his partner and answering he once cooked a chicken stuffed with mozzarella wrapped in parma ham (a dish he mentions often) but he's also said in the past he's only cooked one proper meal and his first cooking experience was with Harry. 

You can also check these timelines from the early years for more examples and cute gifs and photos: Larry 2010 timeline, September - October 2011 timeline. 

Those are just some of the reasons people believe in Larry, it's not even the tip of the iceberg; I'll be talking about the tattoos and song lyrics in just a minute but before we move on to the next theory I do want to add what happened with Larry in the public eye.

Those familiar with my blog know about separate narratives well Larry didn't get a separate narrative they got an "enemies" narrative. When the rumors got too big about them they got shoved farther into the closet, they rarely interacted, they weren't seen together and rumors were spread through managements favorite gossip newspapers that they were feuding and hated each other. 

And to this day some fans and solo stans claim this to be true even though Louis has complimented Harry on his solo music, said he’s proud of Harry work in the movie Dunkirk, said in an interview that Harry messaged him congrats when he released his single:

and Harry follows a bunch Larry accs and Louis fan accs on twitter.  

Theory #2: Complementary tattoos.

Also, called matching tattoos by some but they're actually more complimentary not matching but anyways this is another reason why some believe in Larry, it technically falls under fact but for this answer, I'm going to present it as a theory simply because neither of the boys has outright confirmed that their tattoos are meant to complement each other.

Harry and Louis have several complimentary tattoos there's the famous rose(Harry) and dagger(Louis):

The Ship(Harry)and Compass(Louis):

The Oops(Louis) and Hi(Harry) (this one has a more personal significance as there’s a theory that those were the first words the boys said to each other):

The Rope(Louis) and Anchor(Harry):

Masterpost of Louis and Harry’s tattoos.

Theory #3. RBB and SBB

This one is harder to explain, and as far as I know, it's still a fandom mystery.

It all starts when at some point during the boys' Where We Are tour a fan throws a rainbow teddy bear on stage. Someone kept the bear, put some tape on it to make it into bondage bear and the bear got a twitter account. Yes, the stuffed bear got a twitter account, I know it sounds insane but it's a thing that actually happened. At first, it's just silly fun with the bear appearing on tour and tweeting, at some point the bear gets named Rainbow Bondage Bear or RBB by the fans, then the bears twitter acc gets suspended and he is not seen again.

The boys start a new tour, their last tour, the On the Road Again Tour.

The boys are back on the road and so is RBB! Once again, at first, everything is silly fun with the bear appearing on stage when one day out of the blue….a second bear! A small one. This second bear gets labeled Sugar Baby Bear or SBB. The bears are always together, the costumes get more elaborate, the boys don't acknowledge them, and the fans have no clue who is behind it all.

Then things get weird…er, the bears start posing with props including books like a biography of someone coming to terms with their sexuality.

And remember how I said some fans theorize Harry and Louis got married back in 2013? Well, on September 24th the bears appear as always on stage, this time dressed in wedding outfits in front of a signed picture of a man named Larry. On the 29th Harry tweets:

The theory is that Harry and Louis got married on September 28th, 2013. 

The number 28 does seem to have a lot of significance for the boys with Louis even having it tattooed on his body. 

And there was that recent "Louis Styles" moment from Roman Kemp who is from my understanding friends with Harry. And after that happened Christian Saad who Louis follows tweeted (and later deleted):

And liked:

Make of that what you will.  

Back to the bears...after that things get even weirder, the bears get security, they get another twitter account, they keep posing with props, things get more and more elaborate and none of the boys acknowledge it. At one point the boys are set to appear on Kimmel and a really mocking potato bit is done which offends fans, that same night RBB and SBB post a picture looking as angry as two stuffed bears can be next to a box of mashed potatoes.

When the boys are finally asked about the bears all of them immediately look at Louis - and I just have to say Niall's reaction will never not make me laugh - and when he says nothing Harry says he believes it was the crew, and the boys act like they have no idea what is being talked about.

The theory is that Harry and Louis were behind RBB and SBB and were using the bears as a way to communicate with fans. 

RBB & SBB masterpost

Theory #4: Song Lyrics.

Okay, last theory we will be discussing on this ask. I hope you’re still with me on this way longer than intended post.

As I said in the beginning, both boys are songwriters and it is theorized that both have written songs about each other and their relationship. There are parallels in their lyrics and Music Videos* (*Walls and Lights Up also have similar themes song-wise.) 

Among the songs that are said to be about each other is Habit from Louis first album Walls, which contains the lyric:

“come so far from princess park”

And Sweet Creature from Harry’s first album:

“And, oh, we started Two hearts in one home”

The lyrics I highlighted are significant because Harry and Louis lived together in Princess Park Manor.

And if you take a close look at the lyrics both songs also have similar themes, with both being about a relationship that has its struggles but they’re both still deeply in love with the person. 

Now Harry was actually asked in an interview if Sweet Creature was about Louis and after stumbling a bit he eventually answered that he didn’t want to tell anyone that they’re wrong on what they’re feeling about a song even if they’re not necessarily right but he thinks if you really listen to the lyrics you can work out whether it’s about that or not and he leans towards no. 

It’s pretty funny to hear him stumble around for an answer that could have been answered with a simple yes or no. 

A funny comparison that was often done is that in another interview Harry was asked about another one of his songs, ‘Two Ghost’ and if it was about TS because it was rumored on the media that it was; he tries to dodge the question at first but when the radio host introduces the song as the one about TS Harry screams out and shouts ‘NO!’.  

Something to note is that Harry’s stumbled through answer on whether or not Sweet Creature is about Louis is presented in the media as Harry flat out squashing those rumors, while Harry’s scream of ‘no’ during his Two Ghost question is ignored with the media focusing instead on him saying that it’s self-explanatory, with some acting like its confirmation and some even writing articles about all the TS hints in the lyrics. 

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And there you have it anon a not so quick rundown of Harry and Louis that doesn't even cover the tip of the iceberg and some of the bigger theories surrounding them. I hope you found this informative and that is answered your question! 

One last Larry gif for the road (this one’s one of my favs) 💙💚

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[devilbat]

The Visit

Tom Hiddleston x reader

Warning: fluff and implied smut

My girl @darkprincessloki92 requested Tom/Loki 5-9-10 smut and fluff

So I went with Tom and it's implied smut..

5 Am I your lock screen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

9 Sleepover? Please?"

10 Can we stay like this forever?"

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        Ah, New York City, how you have missed this, the sight the sounds the tall buildings hell even the smell and that giant rat was dragging a slice of pizza the same size as itself. Surely he had four grown teenagers. This was the town you felt at home here, even if your home was back in London. You arrive only moments ago for a short vacation, and somewhat of a surprise. Your best friend was here. Doing what he does best, theater. Unknowing to him, you were here even after you had been talking to him throughout your day like nothing was being plotted against him with one of his co-stars and fellow marvel castmate.

        You were armed with a key to Tom's home away from home. You stepped inside, knowing Tom wasn't due back anytime soon. You sighed at the state of the place. He was usually well kept and tidy, but when he was away. Well, that was another story. Setting the few things you brought with you for the night. You started to tidy up the place. Your suitcase with Charlie, who had picked you up that morning, stating that he would take it to the hotel you were going to be staying in.

You were finishing up with dinner when you heard the door open a small happy bark from Bobby as he ran right into the kitchen. Tom was still trying to get his coat off when he heard a noise in the kitchen after Bobby barked. ’What did that dog do?’ He thought as he made his way into the kitchen, kicking off his shoes as he went. Tom jumped a bit when he saw someone standing in his kitchen. Bobby was happily wagging his tail, looking at the person. It took him a few to realize who it was.

"Bloody hell woman, you scared the dickens Out of me." Tom hissed before his hands wrapped around your waist, hugging you tightly. His head was resting on top of yours. You giggled with a smile. You could feel Tom relax as he stood there hugging you, longer than he probably should. "How, when did you?"

"Hi to you too, mister. And I got her this afternoon Charlie picked me up. He was also the one to give me a key." You hummed patting his hands as you stirred the noodles into sauce. Bobby was eagerly waiting for you to drop something on the floor. Even if Tom frowned upon anyone giving Bobby people food, he could never really say no to you.

"Remind me to thank him." Tom finally removed himself from you, standing against the counter next to you. "I've missed your cooking; that is for sure."

"That is all our friendships is to you? Me cooking for you. I see how that is." You teased as you grabbed the plates from behind him.

"Hey, now I've cooked too." Tom defended himself.

"One time, and that was before you found out I could cook." You pointed the sauce cover spoon at the man. Tom just gave you that sly grin and that damn eheheh. Curse him for being so damn adorable.

"I'm happy your here, though." He smiles once more before grabbing the plate you handed to him. Head towards the small couch. Both of you at watching your favorite tv show.

Tom had relaxed more that you were here, and now he found himself being plastered with some kind of torture device. How you convinced the man to have you put a charcoal mask on beats the hell out of you, but here you were standing in front of him as he sat on the counter of the bathroom applying black wet goo on his face. You tried not to get any in his beard. But if he didn't stop moving, you were going to do it in spite. Tom's phone buzzed; you looked over to his phone.

"You have a message from Charlie." You stated finishing the last bit of mask. Lucky for you, you had already put yours on. Tom grabbed it and replayed quickly, setting it back on the counter as you moved from between his legs. "Am I your lock screen?" You had spied the picture before the screen went to black. Tom rubbed that back of his head with his hand giving you that damn laugh. Curse him again. You hated that laugh, really you did. It always did a thing to you.

         "You weren't supposed to see that." He chuckled, shoving his phone in his pocket. He moved to stand up. "I liked the photo. It's a cute one."

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         "A cute one? A cute one? Tom, I'm covered in flour, because your mixer decided to explode on me. Hell, there was flour where flour shouldn't be." You threw your hands up in the air as you walked after Tom, who decided to start walking into the bedroom.

        "When can I take this stuff off." Tom changed the subject as he laid on the bed his back against the headboard.

         "Until it drys." You sighed, moving to the bed next to him. Tom flipped through the channels until he found something to watch. He was touching his face ever so often. "Tom, stop messing with it. You'll know when it's dry." You smacked his chest playfully. Twenty minutes later. You started pealing yours off. Tom did the same, only complaining.

          "Owe. Damn it. Y/n." Tom whined. "You got it in my beard." His hand fell to his side.

         "Oh my god, you big baby." You moved to hover over Tom. Your hands worked the mask off. Tom hissed. "Thomas, if you don't stop complaining, I'm going to rip it off. And give you something to complain about."

         "Why do you put yourself through this Torture."  Tom hissed, Your body stretched over his part of your chest in his face.

         "Tom," You sat back on your legs look at your dork of a friend half of his face coming off. "Suck it up, take it like a man and rub some dirt in it.

           "Fine, you can finish. I will stop my "complaining, " besides I was quite enjoying my view."  He purred, you looked at him confused before you went back to working on the mask. "Can we stay like this forever?" Tom spoke to himself, mostly. You looked down as you did realize what he was referring too.

            "Pervert if only your fan knew the True nature of Thomas William Hiddleston." You teased before you ripped off the mask with no warning causing the man to yelp in pain. Tom was glaring dagger at you, and you laughed at him. His face a bit red from were you, with great force, pulled the mask off. Holding it up to Tom. "Oops, I think I may have left a bald spot in your beard." Laughing harder without warning, you were on your back with Tom hovering over you. Your hand pinned above your head, your chest heaving into Tom’s as you tried to catch your breath.

              "You, my dear, or in a bit of trouble." Tom purred.

            "Yeah, and what are you going to do about." You panted out, sticking your tongue out. Wiggling around in his grasp. Calling his bluff, thinking he wouldn't do anything like other times, you both playfully wrestled. Even if you desperately wish he would.

            "This." And without another word, his lips were on yours kissing you slowly with so much passion behind each movement of his lips. After the bit of shock, your lips moved in tuned with his. His tongue danced along your lips, asking that silent question. Which you answered, parting your lips, allowing his tongue tangled with yours.

              Tom held both your wrist in his one large hand while the other roamed over your form, exploring uncharted territories he had only hope and too eager to discover, the only time he left your lips was to catch his breath. Both of you were panting heavily. Moaning out his name as his free hand cupped your covered breast, filling his hand perfectly. His body pressed against yours, letting you feel the weight of him over yours. His toned chest pressed nicely against the soft mounds of your breasts. The feeling of his growing need for you pushing against your heated core both excited you and frightened. He was not a small man in any way. Tom’s name left your lips when he started grinding against your fabric covered core, giving both of you some friction. Your body moved on its own accord. Want nothing more than to feel him.

Tom’s hands moved under your shirt, making you gasp at the feel of his fingers, touching your parched skin, pushing the fabric up, wanting more access. You nipped at his kissed swollen lips, your lips needing more attention from his, which he happily gave. Though something had other plans for the two of you, as medium-size chocolate Burnett bound onto the bed pouncing on his father's back. Tom groaned and huffed from the weight of the dog even if it wasn't much. You giggled as you watched Tom gently push his four-legged fur baby off from his back. Bobby, with his tail wagging, wiggled his way in between you, his wet tongue swiping across your face happily.

”Bobby, you were to be my wingman, not steal the girl.” Tom sighed, moving to pick up Bobby setting him down on the floor. You moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

”I think that's my cue to get going.” Trying to convince yourself you needed to slow down even if you didn't want to.

”Sleepover? Please?" Tom pouted his hand, cupping your cheek before placing a light kiss to your lips. ”I quite enjoy kissing you.” Making you blush a bit. Tom gave you the cutest puppy look he could muster even Bobby did too.

”Well, that was rather nice happy to see you.” You giggle, standing up. ”If I stay, are you going to keep your hands and mouth to yourself long enough to talk about the small elephant in the room?”

”On which elephant are we referring to?” Tom hummed a sly smirk spread across his handsome face.

”Well, I wasn't referring to little Tom. He can wait.” shaking your head, trying not to smile like an idiot.

”How about this? We make out some more than talk and then deal with the other elephant before he turns blue. As you always seem to do even if you don't realize it.” Tom stepped forward, closing the gap between you two. His arms were wrapping themselves around your midsection. Your hands were holding on to his Biceps. Though you couldn't help but kiss his exposed neck, that was in desperate need of your attention. He hummed at your touch, walking you back before his head moved down again, taking your lips and following you back onto the bed.

”Fine, we will talk about this in the morning.” You gave into him. What wouldn't you do for this man?

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[australiancarisi]

Rafael Barba ~ Just Some...

Sometimes Rafael gets insecure and when he does he speaks his mind words: 2178 This has literally been sitting in my drafts half-finished since march oops

“Why hello Mr ADA to what do I owe the pleasure so bright and early?” You smiled up at Rafael from your desk. It had just gone 10, rarely did Rafael come to the precinct before noon. It had been a few days since you had seen Rafael, he had been in court and the squad had recently had an influx of cases. You looked your boyfriend up and down, god he looked good today. He always looks good but today.... extra good.

“Looking for Liv” Rafael mumbled before looking around at the empty precinct “where is everyone?”

“Fin and Nick have gone to the victim's old high school, Dodds and Carisi are getting all the doctor's examination details and Liv and Rollins... I think talking to the vic’s family but I’m not too sure” you shrugged

“Why are you here then?” he asked. You frowned for a second taking your boyfriend in. He was acting strange. The normally cocky Cuban, who, when given an empty precinct, would normally jump at the chance to flirt and kiss you at work, just stood against Carisi’s desk with his hands in his pockets looking anything but cocky.

“Paperwork” you said holding up the files “I’m too far behind apparently” you rolled your eyes “you okay?”

“Yeah fine” Rafael shrugged “get Liv to call me when she in”

“Will do” you frowned as Rafael turned on his heels and walked away. In the nearly 3 years that you had been dating Rafael that was not how he acted with you, not even in the first year of you guys dating when you were still hiding it from everyone.

You and Rafael started dating just under a year after you joined SVU. You came from major crimes after SVU had a high profile case that you had helped them on. They were understaffed at the time so Liv asked your lieutenant if you could help out more. After a month of working with SVU, you knew it was where you belong. You fit in well with the team despite being a relatively young detective, you liked that you were able to help people and make a difference. It felt like you belonged there. Everything was great, except for one thing. You and Rafael did not get along. He saw things clearly in black and white whereas you saw grey. You bent the rules, so much so that they would nearly snap in half Rafael would say, and he didn’t like that. The two of you would fight and argue like cats and dogs. It wasn’t until you were put on his detail after he revealed that he was getting death threats did the two of you start to feel sparks.

You and Sonny were given the night shift after Rafael gave a guy his home address on the steps of the courthouse that day.

“I mean seriously who does that?” You grumbled as you heard Rafael get in the shower “I don’t want to be here!”

“Suck it up doll face” Sonny grinned at you

“I had leftover Thai food in my fridge! I’ve been looking forward to it all day!” You huffed like a child “if he wants to be stupid enough to give out his address that’s on him”

“Come on y/n we can’t just let him get murdered. Who else would put up with your crazy ideas?” Sonny laughed taking a seat on the couch.

“Put up with? Your kidding right? He shuts down all my ideas”

“That’s because they are usually nearly illegal”

“Exactly nearly illegal not actually illegal” Sonny was about to reply when his phone rang. You got comfy on the couch as he walked away to answer.

“I’ve gotta go” Sonny said grabbing the suit jacket that he had hung over the back of one of the chairs when he had walked in.

“Everything okay?” You frowned

“It’s Bella. She fell down some stairs and hit her heard. Knocked herself out” Sonny said

“Oh my god, Sonny go” you said basically pushing him out the door

“Are you going to be okay on your own?” Sonny asked

“We’ll be fine and at the first sign of trouble I'll call for back up I promise”

“Okay... I’ll let you know what happens” Sonny said before racing out the door. When the door closed behind him you took a moment to look around the apartment. It was just how you expected it to look. Not that you ever pictured Rafael’s apartment... it was relatively big for a New York apartment, open and airy with dark wood floors and bookcase upon bookcases. You moved around the apartment to have a closer look at things. The place really looked like a display home. Everything had a place and everything was in its place. There wasn’t any real sign of living besides the files Rafael had out of the table when he walked in and the single photo of him and who you assumed were his mother and grandmother. They all had the same eyes. You kept looking around Rafael’s apartment. You pulled out a law book and started flicking through it.

“I’m pretty sure being a part of my protective detail isn’t to look through my stuff” you jumped at Rafael’s voice.

You spent the night at Barba’s, despite the constant complaining from him. It took the squad about a week to find and arrest the people threatening Barba. Catching them, however, didn’t stop you from telling Barba what an idiot he was in the first place. The two of you bickered back and forth for months until it built up and burst when Barba cupped your face and kissed you late one night in his office while you were arguing about a case. That kiss led to taking him back to your place.

After a couple months of fooling around together, the two of you decided to actually pursue a relationship. It was actually after Rafael got jealous after a case. He and the squad went out to a bar to celebrate. You’re young, the youngest on the squad and there were a lot of people throwing themselves at you. Rafael was not happy with that. You disclosed 2 months after officially getting together after Nick accidentally walked in on the two of you in Rafael’s office.

Over a couple of hours, everyone had made their way back to the precinct. You’d finally caught up on enough paperwork to be able to get in on the current case. You tired texting Rafael throughout the day but got no response. Which was weird. Rafael always responded to your messages no matter who he was with unless he was in court but you knew he wasn’t. The squad were sitting around throwing out theories and evidence on the case, which unfortunately wasn’t much at all.

“So basically what you are saying is we have nothing” Fin sighed “We need a warrant to search the teacher's house”

“Barba is not going to get us a warrant based on this” Sonny said pointing to the whiteboard

“Not us but maybe....” Amanda trailed off as she turned her attention to you

“Normally I would agree but not today” you frowned at your phone, still no response

“What have you done this time?” Mike smirked as you grabbed a nearby piece of paper and threw it at him

“Nothing! He was here earlier looking for Liv. Did you talk to him?” You asked

“He wanted to go over some motions the defence in the Merlot case were filing” Liv said

“Did he seem normal to you?”

“As normal as Barba can be” Nick laughed earning high fives from Amanda and Mike, two which you threw paper at them as well. Liv shrugged and the conversation went back to the case at hand.

After another couple of hours and you finally had enough evidence to get a warrant. Mike threw the file down on your table. 

“Why me?” You asked 

“Just to make sure we actually get the warrant, get the warrant and then you can clock off for the day” Mike smirked “No funny business while you’re still on the clock” 

“Seriously how are you a Sargent?” You rolled your eyes before picking up your phone “Hey Carmen... Need to come down and talk him into getting us a warrant just wanna check he’s free...huh...no he didn’t...okay thanks” 

“Everything good?” Sonny asked 

“Yeah all good” you smiled packing up your stuff and picking up the file “I’ll let you guys know if I can convince him to try and get us the warrant” 

You left the precinct and headed straight to Rafael’s place. The two of you spent most nights at either his place or yours, more often his because it was closer to both the courthouse and the precinct then yours and the fact that Rafael usually worked later than you. You’d have to go and pull him out of his office. 

But not tonight. 

Carmen informed you that Rafael had left the office an hour before you called. This wasn’t like Rafael. Leaving work early... Not responding to messages... something was up. 

You quietly opened the door to Rafael’s apartment using the spare key Rafael had given you. Rafael was sitting in his armchair, scotch in hand. The apartment was eerily quiet. 

“Hey Raf” You said breaking the silence. He didn’t respond, didn’t even look at you. “Hey... Rafi... are you okay?” 

“Of course why wouldn’t I be?” Rafael asked taking a sip of his drink, still never looking at you. You sighed and threw your stuff down. 

“Rafael, what is going on?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“I haven’t seen you outside of the courthouse or precinct in days and you are giving me nothing” you said “So I repeat what is going on?” 

“I saw you the other day on the steps of the courthouse” Rafael said after a moment of silence. You frowned trying to think back. “with that beat cop” 

“... Officer Jackson? the rookie? the new guy at our precinct?” You asked

“Your precinct” he corrected “and yes... you looked... cosy” 

“... Rafael... are you jealous? Seriously? of some kid?” You asked. Rafael had a jealous streak, it was the reason you got together because he couldn’t stand to see you with someone else. He was overprotective as well. He hated having to watch you go on stings and into interrogations with violent men or having to watch you flirt with them. 

“You say some kid as if you weren’t in his shoes not too long ago” Rafael mumbled. It was something that was joked about a bit between you and the squad, the fact that there was a bit of an age gap between you and Rafael. It never bothered you and Rafael though. 

“Rafi... really?” You asked him,. He just shrugged and took another sip of scotch. “So you saw me with another cop and now you’re being a moody teenager?” 

“He’s young, a cop. You were laughing...smiling...” Rafael sighed “I just don’t get it... Out of everyone you picked me and that surprises me cause I was alway last inline” 

“Not my line” you smiled

“That’s why I’m overprotective of you” Rafael said finally looking you in the eye placing the scotch on the coffee table next to him. “I have something... someone that I don’t deserve and I don’t want to lose it” 

“Rafi” you whispered. You slowly moved closer to him hoping that he would let you in. When he didn’t object you sat in his lap. You wrapped an arm around him, running your fingers through the back of his hair. 

“Sometimes it still hits me...” Rafael whispered “Like why me? Why does she want to spend the rest of her with me?” 

“Rafi, why wouldn’t I? You are everything I’ve ever wanted in a guy. A soul mate, a best friend. You are everything to me Rafi” You said “I love you Rafi, you and only you” 

“You deserve so much more than me”

“Why? Why do you think that?” 

“Because I’m just some fat Cuban kid from the Bronx. Who had a crappy dad, who couldn’t look after himself I always had to have Eddie or Alex fix my problems” 

“Just some... Rafael, you are a lawyer, not just any lawyer but a Harvard educated lawyer. You are a respected New York City ADA... You might not see how amazing you are but I do” 

“You deserve-” 

“I get to decide what I deserve” You cut him off “and I deserve you. I love you. I love you more than anything and no young rookie is gonna ever take me from you” 

“Thank you” Rafael sighed. You leant down and kissed him 

“Now a hot defence lawyer well....” you smirked at him causing him to laugh 

“I love you” Rafael kissed your hand that wasn’t in his hair. 

“Don’t forget it” you grinned at him “Now the actual reason I’m here we need a warrant for.......”

#law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #law and order svu imagines #rafael barba imagines #rafael barba fanfic #rafael barba x reader

[for-emilia]

Reveal.

“Are you ready to go, sexy?” Xavier smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at his own comment as Emilia emerged out of the hallway.

“Come on then, are the others there?” Emilia questioned as she wiggled her dress down slightly in the mirror near their front door, receiving a teasing hand pulling her dress back up coming from Xavier’s direction, “pack it in.”

“Yeah, I think they’re all practically there, cos you took forever,” Xavier teased, preparing himself for her come-back and opening the door to not waste anymore time or increase their taxi fee even more.

“Excuse me Mr Mbuyamba?! Who was the one who spent about an hour picking his creps?!” Emilia drew in a hasty breath at the freezing outside air on her exposed body. Her boyfriend dropped his racer style jacket around her shoulders in a little silent gesture to keep her warm and happy despite the walk to the taxi only being a few more steps.

“Worth it though, jeeez, have you seen this fit?” he half joked, making cocky movements and making Emilia giggle as she climbed into the door he held open for her.

“You might be right, Xav,” she held onto his muscular bicep as he climbed into the black cab after her, pecking him on the lips lightly not to smudge her lip colour.

The cab ride passed by pretty quickly as the couple resided only a short distance from central London where they were meeting with Billy, Hannah, Fikayo and Mason for a casual dressy dinner, just because.

“Heyyyy, hello hello,” Emilia smiled, greeting her friends and pulling each of them in for a hug. She stopped on Fik last to do their stupid little handshake god knows when they made up, making everyone roll their eyes at their childish behaviour in an expensive restaurant. Xavier carried on conversing with Hannah and Billy, greeting each other and laughing over some joke Xav made regarding why they were late.

“Okay?” Xavier placed his hand on Emilia’s waist just as they sat down at the table situated in the corner of the restaurant, just making sure she was okay and caring for her, as he always did.

“Yep,” she replied simply, her smile confirming it, sealing it all off with a small kiss before they both turned to the rest of their friends on the table.

They hung out in groups quite often, whether it was with Xavier’s friends, Emilia’s friends, some of the squad, a mixture of all of three, they were often in groups and yet it always felt like they were still together. More often than not, they’d have sneaked away by the end of the night, and certainly throughout the night they’d rarely leave each other’s side.

It did, however, make it easier to hide their relationship and keep things under wraps for now. The pair had been together for the better part of a year and didn’t have any doubts that it would last a lifetime more, but it was still something they weren't ready to share with the world just yet. Although, they had had a few slip ups along the way.

Both Xavier and Emilia frequently posted little insights onto their story, photos of buildings or the TV or meals, anything really, and there had only ever been two slip ups. Both times were extremely simple mistakes, one of which being her heels in the back of a photo of some clothes he’d put on his story to thank the brand, and the other being slightly more obvious of her nails/hand on his thigh as he panned around the room showing off on his story how he’d cleaned ’his’ living room and put on a film. Luckily the perks of Hannah having both of their story notifications on was she saw a few minutes after it was posted, spamming the couple with messages to take it down and refilm if they didn’t want anyone to be suspicious. Emilia was just grateful that month she got pretty basic plain nails that could belong to anyone and not some lavish design which could be easily traced back to her.

Eagle eyed fans had started to question Xavier’s relationship status, also noticing how he was rarely pictured with the other single Chelsea lads on nights out in the papers. It became harder to hide as crazy fan pages on Tumblr began to connect the dots, noticing crossovers between their clothes, locations of their pictures, tiny corners of furniture in each of their photos. It was a pain in the arse to have to keep checking if there was anything that could link them to one another before each story or feed post; it truthfully made them wonder if they should just go public.

As the night progressed, the group laughed and dined, always loving each other’s company alongside some good food and drinks. The meal came to a close and the 6 of them decided to carry the night on in a bar down the road since the lads didn’t have training the next day as a result of the 2-0 win earlier that day.

“What the-” Mason laughed out his distinctive cackle. Xavier instinctively looked over at what was happening, only to be met with his girlfriend and Fikayo leapfrogging over boulders and giggling like children on the playground as they went. Undoubtedly, whenever Fik and Emilia met up they’d get up to all sorts of shenanigans fuelled by each other’s encouragement, bets, alcohol and laughter.

“Oh lord,” Xavier laughed, looking over as Mason pulled out his phone and started filming the pair messily hopping over the bollards at the end of the road. He posted it to his Instagram story without a second thought alongside the caption of ‘can’t take these two anywhere 😂’ with both of their @s.

They all continued the night on, Xavier and Emilia sitting together once again at the bar and socialising with everyone else with their legs pressed together underneath the table, feet intertwined. It wasn’t until his gorgeous girlfriend stood up to go to the toilets with Hannah that he looked at his phone for one of the first times that night.

It started with a text from his brother Noah simply reading ‘Go and search Fik’s name on Twitter 😭’ which of course covered his face in confusion and made him immediately exit the message stream to open Twitter.

The first tweets that loaded up adorned the video screen-recorded from Mason’s Instagram story and he instantly panicked that her dress had come up and she’d flashed or something. Needless to say the rush of relief that washed over him when he watched the video intensely and realised that wasn’t the case was euphoric. He began reading the tweets that accompanied the videos and discovered just what his brother was talking about.

‘Fikayo and his girlfriend are too funny’

‘my CB winning on and off the pitch’

‘Wait is that Fik’s gf?’

‘damn, tomori and his girlfriend are goals’

Xavier’s eyebrows unintentionally furrowed as he read the words on his phone screen, scrunching his face up at the sheer quantity of tweets he saw on the matter. Screenshots and screen recordings flooded the search with everybody taking Mason’s post as confirmation HIS girlfriend and Fikayo were a thing.

“What’s your face for? You alright?” Mason questioned, letting out a little laugh at the disgusted face Xavier was pulling as he was normally always smiling and any issue was like water off a duck's back to the 6’5 Dutch.

“Look,” he pushed his phone across the table to Mason to allow him to look, watching as he scrolled through the tweets before looking up and making a sour face.

“Oops, sorry mate, I’ll take it down if you want,” Mason apologised, sliding the phone over to Fik after he began asking what they were talking about.

The girls soon returned from the toilets and immediately felt an off atmosphere around the table, making them suspicious of what had happened while they were away.

The busy bar was still roaring with noise, sounds of laughter and conversation and clicks of glasses and music flooded the room but the silence of the table was louder.

“Whaddup bae,” Fik broke the silence, pulling Emilia’s chair back out for her as she laughed at his joke, not knowing the context behind it yet, “we’re dating now.”

“Of course we are,” Emilia joked back as they always did, blowing him a kiss and throwing him a wink for the banter.

“According to Twitter at least,” Fik added, continuing the round of passing Xavier’s phone, still with the twitter search of his name open and the plethora of tweets gushing over the ‘couple’ visible on the screen.

“Eh?” Emilia’s eyes ran over the screen, immediately realising what was happening and smacking her hand over her mouth finding it absolutely hilarious. The group of friends was a right sight: Billy was explaining what was happening to Hannah who was holding her head in her hands at hearing the mess Mason has caused, the boy in question was still reading over Emilia’s shoulder as she scrolled through the tweets (finding them funny but also revelling in the compliments thrown her way), Fikayo sat simply observing everyone and laughing every so often as his ‘girlfriend’ turned the screen to show him the best tweets she found, and finally Xavier, sat at the end of the table just watching Emilia quietly.

Fuck, he loved her so much. Just watching her giggle and concentrate as she scrolled through the tweets and read made his heart swell. He didn’t know whether it was the jealousy of the world thinking his girl was someone else's, or an amalgamation of how she looked and how carefree she was tonight, but his love for her was uncontainable; he was so proud she was his.

He hated anyone thinking she belonged to anyone else; he knew for an absolute fact they were in it for the long run. She’d not be anyone else’s for the rest of time, and Xavier hated to admit it but it made him feel overwhelmingly possessive that the world thought that wasn’t the case. So he was gonna put a stop to it.

Finally he got his phone back and he set about sorting through the photos of the two of them in his camera roll that they took before they left. Some were of them getting ready earlier in the night and some were posey photos of them just before they left. Between the flowing drinks and non-stop laughter, he’d picked out 3 of his favourite photos: the first one was of them posing together, pressed close with Emilia’s gorgeous hourglass figure and Xavier’s height displayed perfectly, the second was a more cutesy photo in a similar position although this time she had one hand splayed across his chest as he kissed her on the top of the head, his hand just out of shot as he groped her arse, and the final one of Emilia standing up looking in the mirror, holding up her middle finger to Xavier as he sat behind her. The last photo was his favourite, the shot taken from his perspective as you could see the back of her dress and long hair but also the front of her in the reflection of the mirror, checking herself out. You could also see his reflection as he lounged on one of the arm chairs in the dressing room, smiling up at the reflection of his girlfriend flipping him off for taking sneaky pictures of her.

Xavier had tucked them away in his favourites folder in his camera roll and went back to his group of friends with a smug smile on his face. The night quickly came to an end and he was back bundled into a black cab with the love of his life.

“That was fun,” Emilia smiled, moving over to the middle seat without a care, purely so she could cuddle into Xavier’s side, the hours of socialisation into the late night taking a toll on her, “got to see my boyfriend.”

“Oi,” Xavier warned, digging his fingers into her hip bones slightly as a reprimand. Quiet streets of chilly London passed them by on their short journey back to their shared apartment, the soft street lights and gentle movements lulling Emilia into a peaceful rest leaning on Xavier’s shoulder.

He pulled out his phone, being sure to turn the brightness down to not stir her, and opened up Instagram. Emilia and him had talked about going public before, both coming to the conclusion that it’d make sense to do it soon as they were more than secure, not to mention the growing suspicion of fans and Xavier’s growing success. The 3 photos he’d selected earlier in the day were ordered in a swipe along post, writing out a short caption of ‘my love 🤍’ alongside her @. The defender cast his soulmate one last look, smiling at how content she looked snuggled into his side, and pressed post.

“Cmon, sleeping beauty,” he whispered, brushing her hair out of her face and leaving his thumb lingering on her cheek to wake her, helping up out of the cab as it came to a halt outside their apartment building. She’d not checked her phone yet to be able to see the post, but the rest of the group clearly had (bar Hannah who had undoubtedly fallen asleep the minute she got home, blissfully unaware of the fact her best friend’s relationship was now out to the world).

Mason (03:11)

Oops sorry again mate, cute pics, at least you’ll be able to post more like that! Bet your ig turns into a fanpage for her 👀

Fikayo (03:12)

why you postin pics with my gf back off bruv

nah jk, love u two

but let me have her back on weekends xxx

Billy (03:15)

Trust it to be Mason bro 😭 good to see you tonight

Billy (03:17)

PS Hannah’s gonna scream when she wakes up and sees it, cheers 😭

[euphoria-svt]

Celebrity Crush

this has been in my docs for a while and i finally edited it and made it longer OOPS

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“Please?” Skylar pouts “Pretty please, y/n/n?”

 You avoided her eyes, knowing damn well you couldn’t resist that look she was giving and was most likely going to give in and say yes.

 “I don’t know, Sky…” You hesitated, biting your lower lip “You know all three of his concerts are sold out. I don’t think it’s physically possible at this point”

 “Well you’re a famous singer, y/n” Skylar sassed “Can’t you ask Nick to pull some strings with Shawn’s manager? I’ve been wanting to see him live in concert for the longest time!”

“Tone it down with the sass, Skylar” You warned jokingly “Okay, okay! I’ll ask Nick if there’s something he can do but if they say no, then it means no. Okay, princess?”

 Skylar squealed, leaning forward and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before jumping off the couch and running off to the bathroom “Call Nick now! I’m going to take a bubble bath! Thanks y/n, you’re the best sister!”

 “I swear to God that 6-year old girl will be the death of me one day” You muttered to yourself as you scrolled through your contacts and immediately found Nick’s number.

 “Hello?” Nick answered at the third ring.

 “Nick, hi!” You greeted enthusiastically “How are you?”

 “Okay kid, what do you need?” He chuckled.

 “Why must you assume I need something?” You faked a gasp “Can’t I just call my manager up and ask him how he was doing? Is that so wrong to do?”

 “You could but you specifically told said manager that you didn’t want to hear from him for the next 2 weeks you were in London” Nick responded and you rolled your eyes at his sass “So, stop stalling and just spit it out, y/n”

 “Fine. I need you to do me favour but know that it’s fine if you can’t make it work, okay? I’m not forcing you to get it done”

 “Okay…?”

 “Skylar found out Shawn Mendes is performing in the O2 Arena for three nights” You started off the explanation with a heavy sigh “And that kid is crazy obsessed with his songs and wouldn’t stop bugging me to get tickets. Is there any way you can get your hands on them?”

 “That’s it?” Nick asked in disbelief “That’s the big favour you need me to do?”

 “Well, it’s a sold-out show for all three nights…” You slowly explained, hoping he understood why it was a huge favour that you were asking “So, how else would we get in?”

 Nick snorted, “Sweetheart, I’m going to ignore you just asked that. Shawn’s manager is a friend of mine so I’ll give him a call after I get off the phone with you and see what I can do. Is there anything else you need me to do?”

 “You’re the best, Nick!” You exclaimed “That’s all, really. But I do want you to set up a meeting with the team as soon as I’m back in LA. We really need to figure out the tour dates and I want designs of the merch to be ready by then as well”

 “Done and done” He immediately replied “I’ll text you with the details later”

 After you bid goodbye to him, you stood up and made your way to the bathroom in the suite. You softly knocked on the door and could hear splashes of water coming from the tub “Sky, I’m calling room service for dinner, okay? Speed up on that bubble bath please”

 “Okay!”

 You and Skylar were having dinner at the table while watching Princess Diaries on Netflix when your phone beeped. After checking the message, you had a huge grin on your face.

 iMessage from Nick the Coolest Manager: Andrew was thrilled when I told him you were interested to go for the concert so he hooked you two up for backstage passes for the 16th April show. Shawn’s looking forward to meeting Skylar.

 iMessage to Nick the Coolest Manager: you’re the best!! Skylar is going to freaaaaaak.

 “Hey Sky” You called out to her as she turned her head away from the laptop screen to face you with her mouth still stuffed with spaghetti “Guess who’s going to see Shawn in 2 days?” You smirked.

 “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” Skylar asked with a stuffed mouth. She chewed on her food then swallowed it before she let out a squeal “For real? You’re not joking?!”

 You shook your head and giggled “No, babe. Nick managed to get us backstage passes”

 “Backstage passes?!” Skylar repeated with excitement lingering in her voice “Like I get to meet Shawn? And we’ll be best friends?”

 “Hey, now” You rolled your eyes playfully, warning her “I’m your best friend forever, got it? I’m not going to take you if you’re going to replace me for Shawn”

 Skylar shook her head instantly “No, I’m sorry! You’re my bestest friend forever!” She pouted as she wrapped her arms around your neck “Thank you sissy! I love you! Tell Nick I said thanks too!”

 “Okay munchkin, finish your food”

 xxx

 Connor set his camera down by the table as he entered the green room. Shawn and Brian were sat on the couch; munching on some candies they filled in a plastic bowl while scrolling through their phones.

 “Hey” He greeted the two guys as he plops down on the single-chaired couch “Why is the buffet table suddenly filled with so much candies?”

 “Shut up, don’t complain!” Brian cried with a mouth full of candy “It’s a beautiful thing”

 Connor chuckled and leaned across to steal some from their bowl “’M not. It’s nice to have a little candy sometimes but I could’ve sworn Cez and Andrew banned them because Shawn can’t control his urges and may lose his voice if he eats too much”

 “They should probably take these away before that happens” Shawn nodded in agreement but continued to fill his mouth with coloured jelly beans “Andrew told me a little girl and her sister are coming for tonight’s show so they went all out to make sure she’s kept entertained”

 “Oh?” Connor’s eyebrows furrowed as he asked “Do you know who she is?”

 “Yeah, her name is Skylar” Shawn answered “She’s y/n’s little sister”

 When Connor heard your name, he almost choked on the little piece of bean that was still in his mouth.

 After swallowing the candy and making sure he didn’t choke, he asked with wide eyes “y/n? She’s coming for your show tonight?”

 “Pretty cool, huh?” Shawn grinned “Andrew said she’s here on holiday with her sister. Skylar is a pretty big fan so y/n asked her manager if he could get her tickets to come”

 “Interested in y/n, are we Brashier?” Brian smirked “I saw the way you reacted when Shawn mentioned her name”

 Connor let out a groan and picked out a coloured bean from the bowl then proceeding to throw it at Brian’s head “Shut the fuck up, Brian”

 Shawn grinned at his friend, “So, what? She’s your celebrity crush or something?”

 Connor shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, I really like her music” He shyly admitted “Plus, she’s crazy talented, you know? I saw her live once 2 years ago and she was amazing”

 “She is” Shawn nodded in agreement “I’m pretty sure I met her at one of the award shows but we never properly introduced ourselves. I’ve listened to her songs, though”

“You’re going to be star-struck aren’t you?” Brian grinned.

“Stop!” Connor whined “We probably won’t even talk or anything. She came here to take her sister to see Shawn remember?”

 “Brian!” Cez popped his head into the room “y/n and her sister are almost here. Do you think you can get them from the back door? Andrew and I have some matter with Shawn we need to discuss”

 “Oh Cez, I would but I feel like Connor’s more willing to do that” Brian smirked and if looks could kill, Brian would’ve been dead on the spot because of the glares Connor was sending in his way “That’s okay, right?”

 Cez rolled his eyes, not knowing what angle Brian was working at “Yeah, doesn’t matter. Con, these are the passes” Cez held up the two backstage passes similar to his and placed them by his camera “You can keep them entertained first and Shawn will be with them in about 15 minutes. Shawn, let’s go and stop eating those jelly beans! Those are meant for Skylar!”

 Shawn rolled his eyes, taking a handful of jelly beans as he stood up from his seat “Have fun bonding with y/n” He smirked at Connor before heading towards the door.

 Brian snickered at Connor’s face as he stood up “You know I hate you, right?” Connor grumbled as he walked over to the table to grab the passes.

 “No, honey! You love me and you’re going to thank me later!” Brian called after him, letting out a loud laugh.

 Connor stood outside the door, leaning against the wall as he patiently waited for you. His heart was beating faster than usual; was he really about to meet his celebrity crush? You’d think he was used to meeting famous people after having to work with a few celebrities but none of the ones he’s met before were his celebrity crushes.

 A range rover pulled up not too long later and he takes a moment to prepare himself.

 Act cool. Don’t freak her out. Don’t be a crazy fan. She doesn’t need that right now.

 Her little sister jumped out of the back seat first followed by her. Connor was in awe now that he was seeing you up close. You looked amazing from the photos he’s seen and if it was possible, you looked even more stunning in real life to him. Never would he thought in a million years he would get to meet you.

 When they got nearer to him, he puts on a huge smile “Hey there! y/n and Skylar, right?” He asks politely.

 “That’s us” You nodded in confirmation “And you are…?”

 “I’m Connor Brashier” He introduced himself and held his hand out for her to shake “I’m here to bring you and Skylar in the building”

 “Oh, hi Connor” You smiled at him, accepting his handshake “Sky, say hi to Connor”

 “Hi Connor!” Skylar grinned.

 “So, these are for you” He passed the backstage passes to you and Skylar “Just keep them on you at all times so security knows you’re allowed backstage”

 “Right. Afraid of fans sneaking in huh?” You teased as you and Skylar followed him into the building.

 Connor turns to face you for a second, “Well, it’s never happened before but knowing Shawn’s fans, I’m not surprise if it does” He chuckled.

 Skylar held onto your hand tightly as Connor continued to lead you down the hallway. Once he stopped in front of the green room, he was surprised to see that the door was left open and Brian was nowhere to be seen.

 He turned around to face you once again “Shawn’s in a discussion with Andrew right now so I hope it’s fine that you have to wait in here”

 “Oh, we don’t mind!” You smiled in respond.

 Connor stepped aside and let the two of you walk into the room. “Skylar, we’ve got some candies for you at the buffet table” He told her, who’s eyes instantly light up at the word candy. Skylar lets go of your hand as she ran over to the table to look at the different variety of candies just for her while you went to sit down on the couch.

 “Oh God, she’s going to be an energetic bunny later” You chuckled to yourself as you watch her fill up the bowl with different candies. Connor offered you a bottled water, which you accepted with a smile “Thank you, Connor”

 “She’s going to need that energy for the show later” Connor stated as he went back to the couch he sat earlier “She must be excited to see him, huh?” He asked with a grin.

 “Oh, you have no idea” You rolled your eyes with a smile, indicating you were being playful “She has been listening to his songs on repeat for the past two days and screaming her lungs out”

 Connor chuckled in reply, “She is going to have the time of her life”

 Skylar returned with a bowl in her hands as she sat next to you. Her mouth was already filled with candy as you gave her a look of disapproval “I’m limiting your candy intakes, missy”

 “No!” Skylar whined “They prepared this for me, y/n! It would be rude of me to not eat it!”

 “You should listen to your sister, sweetheart” Connor insisted “Plus, a lot of candies isn’t too good for you, you know? Shawn almost lost his voice when he had a bit too much”

 Skylar huffed dramatically “Okay”

 “Atta girl” You chuckle softly before turning to Connor “I’m going to assume you work with Shawn?” You asked politely.

 “Yeah,” He responded instantly “I’m his videographer. I do take photos around here from time to time but Josiah handles most of them”

 “Oh! That’s really cool” You nod “So, how long have you been on tour?”

 “We started off with Amsterdam a month ago and London’s our last stop for the European tour” Connor explained “Then we’re on a short break before the North America tour kicks in”

 You nodded, twisting the cap open as you took a few sips of water. Connor takes this opportunity to start a conversation with the little girl “So Skylar, what are you excited to listen to tonight?”

 “Lost in Japan! I love dancing to it” Skylar giggled in response “Wanna see?”

 He nodded without hesitation as he took his phone out to search for the song in his playlist “Show me your moves, little one”

 Skylar hops off the couch, placing the bowl on the table. You smiled after her as she prepared her choreography for the beginning of the song. You loved watching her dance; she has been dancing since she was 3 and your family was 110% sure she was going to grow up to be a professional dancer.

 When the music plays, Skylar just gets lost in the flow; very much like her older sister when it comes to singing.

 “She is really good” Connor noted as he continued to watch Skylar dance mid-song  “How old is she anyways?”

 “6” You answered “But she’s been dancing since she was 3. It kinda runs in the blood, I guess. My mom was a dancer too”

 He nodded, “Makes sense”

 When the song is over, you and Connor cheered loudly for Skylar as she bowed jokingly.

 “Hi! I’m so sorry to keep you waiting!” Shawn apologized as he rushed into the room. He flashed a smile to you and Skylar “y/n, Skylar, so nice to finally meet you!”

 You mirrored his smile and nodded “It’s nice to meet you too, Shawn! Heard too much about you already”

 It takes a few seconds for Skylar to unfreeze in her position. She blinks her eyes at him, and asks “Can I please hug you?”

 That made the three adults laugh while Shawn nodded happily “Yeah, of course, honey” as he squads down and opened his arms so the little girl could fall into his embrace.

 Connor stood up from his seat and sent an apologetic look to you. Skylar has Shawn occupied at the moment as the little girl continues to ramble to him, not that he minds or anything “I should really get back to work. I’ve got some videos to edit” He said before adding “I hope you and Skylar have fun watching the concert”

 You held back a frown, just because you were starting to enjoy his company and hoped he would stay a little longer with you.

 “Yeah, that’s fine” You reassured with a smile forming on your lip “Will I see you later in action?”

 Connor was taken aback by her question and managed to stutter out “Yeah... I’ll come see you and Skylar later in between songs”

 You grinned, “That’s a promise, yeah? I’m counting on you to keep it”

 “Of course,” He nodded before giving you one final wave. He passed Shawn and Skylar to head towards the door so he bid the little girl goodbye too “Bye Skylar! It was nice meeting you!”

 “Bye Connor!”

 xxx

 You knew you should’ve paid more attention to the concert but you kept glancing at Connor’s direction whenever he stood nearby you and Skylar to get shots of Shawn at different angles.

 You only met him a few hours ago and you barely knew him, but somehow you were already interested in him? Was this normal? Or was something wrong with you?

 But then again, you couldn’t deny how good-looking he is. And something inside of you wanted to get to know him.

 Connor noticed the little glances you were giving him but he chose to ignore it. It’s probably nothing He thought to himself There’s no specific reason why she’s looking in my way. Get over yourself.

 There was an intermittent break in the middle of the show before Shawn moved to stage B. At that point, Skylar decides to throw you off-guard.

 “Why are you looking at Connor?” The little girl asked curiously, not even bothered to be subtle about it.

 “What?” You lied smoothly, hoping it was convincing enough for a little girl “I was not looking at Connor, honey”

 The little girl rolls her eyes, “I’m not stupid, y/n. Every time I look at you, I see you looking at Connor’s direction. Do you like him?”

 “Okay no. 1, you’re 6. That means no swearing, and that includes stupid” You warned “And no. 2 missy; I don’t like Connor. I don’t even know him”

 She mumbled out a quick ‘sorry’ before proceeding to switching to the subject of Connor “You don’t have to know him to like him, silly! It’s called love at first sight, duh. Remember Anna and Kristoff?”

 You held back a laughter as you shook your head “You should definitely stop watching all those Disney movies, Sky. Real life isn’t always like that”

 Skylar chose to ignore your remark as she asked excitedly “You should ask him out! We can go to the park tomorrow and feed the ducks!”

 “Sky, I am not asking him out!” You said in a hushed tone “We can still go to the park if that’s what you want, though”

 “Hey!” Connor greeted as he came over to the barricade. You smiled at him instantly, failing to see the mischievous grin on Skylar’s face “How’re you enjoying the concert so far?”

 “Really good!” You exclaimed before looking down at Skylar “Right Sky?”

 “Mhmmm” The little girl hummed before she tilted her head to look at you “But I don’t think y/n was paying that much attention to the concert, Connor… She kept looking at you”

 At that moment, you felt like you wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

 “Skylar Rose!” You yelled out in embarrassment while you felt your cheeks start to heat up “I was not!”

 Connor was blushing too because Skylar confirmed for him that it was no accident when he noticed you looking in his direction. Also judging by the way you’re reacting; he had a feeling Skylar wasn’t just teasing her sister for fun.

 Skylar shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly “It’s the truth, sis. I’m going to sit for a bit, okay? I’m kinda tired” She said before walking a few steps back to where chairs were provided in the VIP booth.

 You knew damn well she was far from tired and that she only used that as an excuse to leave you alone with Connor.

 “I’m so sorry” You apologized instantly to Connor, a shy smile forming on your face “I honestly don’t know what that little girl is thinking sometimes. She doesn’t filter her words all the time”

 Connor waved you off with a smile on his face to show you that he wasn’t bothered by it “’S cool… So,” He dragged out before a smirk formed on his face “You were looking at me, huh?”

 You let out a groan “I can’t believe she put me on the spot like that. That kid is going to be the death of me one day”

 “If it helps… I keep coming to this area so I could look at you too” He said shyly “I mean it’s not every day you get to meet your celebrity crush”

 Oh well that’s some news.

 “Sorry, I’m your what?” You stuttered out “So you already knew who I was ever since we met outside?”

 “Yeah” Connor nodded then laughing a little at the fact that a famous singer like you could think he didn’t know who you were “And of course I knew who you were y/n. I go on the internet and I hear your songs on the radio. I don’t live under a rock, you know” He teased.

 “You just seemed very chill when we met” You commented “I just assumed you didn’t know”

 “No celebrities want people to go crazy on them, obviously” He rolled his eyes playfully “We wouldn’t even be talking this much if I reacted differently when we met”

 “Fair point” You nodded.

 “I went to your concert about 2 years ago” Connor added “Wasn’t the best seats in the stadium but I still had the time of my life. You sound amazing live”

 You blushed at his words. You’d think having to hear that sort of compliments often started to mean nothing after a while. But to you, every time you hear people’s kind words, it still hits you that you’re not actually living a fantasy and you were blessed to be given the opportunity to do what you really love.

 “Thank you, Connor” You smiled in response “It’s really nice to hear that. Sometimes, you focus too much on the negative comments and all you need is that one positive comment to keep going”

 He nodded understandingly “Forget the negative ones… It’s the little things that matter, right?” He smiled.

 “Right”

“I should go” Connor lifted the camera in his hand as an indication “He’s going on in like 3 minutes and I have to sprint to the area of the giant rose now. I just wanted to see check up on you two to see if everything was okay” He added.

“Go,” You insisted, smiling “We’re fine, Connor”

 He turned to leave, and you hesitated for a second; biting your lower lip. Now or never, right?

 “Hey Connor?” You called out to him and he spun on his heels, confusion written all over his face. You motioned for him to come closer and once he did, you took your phone out and bravely handed it to him “You up for a walk in the park tomorrow? Skylar wants to go duck feeding”

 He looked at your phone then to your face, and you don’t miss the way he was caught off guard by your offer. If someone told him a year ago that he would be in this situation with you, he probably would’ve asked them to sign themselves up in a mental hospital. Because honestly, when would he be given the opportunity to meet someone like you?

 “I, uhm-,”

 You quickly cut him off with a smile “You seem like a pleasant man, Connor, and I feel like we could get to know each other and be friends?”

“Yeah,” He nodded slowly as it was sinking in his mind that this was actually happening. He took the phone from your hand “I’d really like to get to know you too, y/n”

 Connor types in his number quickly and saved his contact under his full name so it was easier for you to find him through your contacts. He handed your phone back to you “The number I gave is my US number but feel free to call me on Facetime/WhatsApp”

 “Gotcha” You nodded in confirmation “I’ll see you after the show?”

 “After the show” He confirmed before running off quickly because Shawn was about to go on in any second.

 “You did it!” Skylar cheered as she came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist “You asked him out”

 “Because you put me on the spot first, peanut!” You answered defensively, ruffling her hair a little “No more of that, okay?”

 “Sure, y/n. Whatever you say” She grinned mischievously “I really like him! He’s nice”

 You smiled “He is, isn’t he?”

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