#now I’m going to sleep goodnight ! 😘

[tcubunny]

switch!tzuyu x switch!fem!reader - “trying our best” (warnings: smut, praise, breast play, scissoring, clit stimulation, oral)

a/n: thank u to my pookie @soyeonsbabygirl for proof reading 🤗 first time writing for tzuyu, kinda nervy. i’ve had this idea in my head from the second i thought up this au. small issue that we’re going to fix with our imagination, as always: let’s pretend jyp is strict on hotel rooms and if the company placed/booked/whatever-the-balls two specific members in a room, they HAVE to the be ones who share it🙏idk if i’m lying ab the switch tags bc i think that’s what’s happening, but idk tbh. maybe if i feel generous in the future ill write a fic about how her and the reader ended up getting caught and what their punishment was. for now, much love and enjoy pookabutts😘

word count: 1.8k

“goodnight you two, don’t do anything you know you’re not supposed to.”

jeongyeon warns and gives you and tzuyu a kiss before walking to the door and shutting it behind her.

you and tzuyu are the best girls for your unnies, you never get in trouble. your notoriously great behavior has fully merited their trust, yet letting you two share a hotel room still seemed risky. everyone insisted that being alone with each other would be too tempting, but there was nothing they could do about it.

you both promised—specifically to jihyo that you would sleep on separate beds, and wouldn’t try anything, and you plan to follow through on that promise.

“are you tired?” tzuyu’s voice bellows throughout the room. “i guess.” you get up and lock the door before walking to the other bed. “well, goodnight.” tzuyu turns off her bedside lamp and lays down, draping the covers over herself.

“goodnight.” you do the same as her and get comfortable. you close your eyes, trying your best to clear your head, but you’re far too hyper-aware of the fact that she’s right next to you. you really wouldn’t dare disobey the others, but it’s all you can think about.

the minutes rush by and you still can’t manage to fall asleep, completely immersed in your less than holy thoughts about tzuyu. you toss and turn, but nothing works.

“y/n, are you asleep?” you hear a murmur in the dark and turn to face tzuyu’s bed. “no.” there’s a few seconds of awkward silence before tzuyu speaks up again.

“i know we said we wouldn’t, but do you want to sleep with me? i just feel so isolated.” you think about it for a second, you desperately want to say yes, but you know you can’t. “tzuyu…”

“please, they won’t find out. the door is locked and they have no other way of checking on us.” she is correct, there’s no way they can find out unless they enter the room, which they can’t do if the door is locked. and you always lock the door when you’re in a hotel; it wouldn’t raise any suspicion.

“okay…” you get up and walk to her bed, hesitantly joining her under the covers. you turn away from her, too scared that you won’t be able to control yourself if you face her. you both say goodnight again and the deafening silence returns.

falling asleep is significantly more difficult now that tzuyu is right next to you. you can feel the warmth emanating off her body and you want nothing more than to turn around and kiss her. you can also feel your own warmth stretching from your flustered cheeks to your aching core.

“i can’t sleep.” you’re jolted out of your trance of sorts by tzuyu turning on the light. you turn to look at her and she sits up against the headboard, so you do the same. “me neither.” you reply, trying to hide your reddened face.

“i’m bored.” she says, tucking her hair behind her ears. “me too.” you look around the room, trying to think of something else to continue the conversation. “you think the others are asleep?” she exhales before answering. “let’s think critically here, none of them can keep their hands off each other.” you look down at the floor. “yeah…”

you both sit without saying anything. having her so close but not being able to touch her how you want is absolute torture. you bite down on your thumb as a weak attempt to distract yourself, but it doesn’t work in the slightest.

you look over at her, head tossed back on the bed frame, eyes closed, and arms inside her shirt. you’ve never been one to make impulsive decisions, but your desire for her completely takes over.

“tzuyu…” you call out, inching closer to her. “wha-“

you crash your lips into hers, cutting off her sentence. the kiss is slow and sends heatwaves straight to your core. her lips feel amazing, you swear you’ll never be able to separate from them. you let your tongue wander inside her mouth and she gladly takes it in. you entangle it with hers, lifting your hand to cup her face.

she pulls away and you whine in frustration. “we can’t.” her actions greatly differ from her words; she tugs the collar of your shirt towards her and continues kissing you.

“why not?” you repeat the pattern of pulling away and going right back to the heated kiss every time either of you speaks. “we promised.” “they won’t find out,” you pause your sentence to keep tasting her “like you said, the door is locked.”

it appears you’ve fully convinced her as she pulls you closer and makes you straddle her. you let your hands get lost in her hair as she grabs your face.

you can already feel a pool of slick collecting on your underwear while you’re squirming on her lap. the air in the room suddenly feels hot and your clothes start feeling like a burden.

“take off your clothes.” you instruct, getting up to do the same. you toss your things to the side, not caring where it lands. you watch as tzuyu rips everything off and crawls to the edge of the bed to sit.

you admire her body with a smirk before pushing her down and getting on top of her. the truth is, neither of you has any experience with being in control, but you’ll have to make do.

“you’re so pretty.” you whisper in her ear, moving your mouth down to her neck. “you’re so pretty.” you kiss her chest, making sure not to leave any new marks that the others could notice.

you gradually move lower until you reach her tits. you take one of the into your mouth and she lets out a loud moan. you slap your hand over her mouth to shush her.

“nayeon and jeongyeon are right beside us, do you really want them to hear?” you take your hand off and she brings her own hand to her mouth, urging you to keep going.

your mouth goes back to her tit, sucking and biting it gently. her choked moans make your pussy drip, you can’t wait any longer. you replace your mouth with your hand and tap on her thigh. “can you spread your legs?” “mhm.”

she does so and you swing one of your own legs over one of hers so that your pussy is directly aligned with hers.

you look into her eyes waiting for approval to go on, but she just pushes your hips down instead, making your soaked cunt collide with hers. you almost scream out from the feeling, but bite down on your finger to stop yourself.

you gyrate your hips, twitching slightly every time your clits touch. “you’re so fucking hot.” tzuyu coos from beneath you and pulls you down to her lips. you moan and whine into her mouth, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

you no longer care in the slightest about how many rules you’re breaking, the only thing on your mind is how amazing tzuyu sounds.

“you feel so good, tzu.” your sentence comes out hurried and broken, the feeling of tzuyu’s pussy on yours messing with your senses. “hm, thank you.” an inebriating smile adorns her lips as she responds. one of her hands remains placed on your hip, pushing you down against herself. you lean back, resting your weight on your hands as you brush your hair back.

“faster.” she hums while digging her nails into your skin. you whine at the feeling and speed up, making tzuyu reflexively thrust her hips up.

“shit, don’t stop.” her back arches as she pleads with you. “i wouldn’t do that to us both.” you giggle and bend down to meet her lips.

you can feel your muscles beginning to contract and hold onto tzuyu’s hand against the mattress.

“i’m so close.” you cry out and squeeze your eyes shut. “hm—me too.” hearing her weak whimper is all you need to reach your climax. you fiercely hold tzuyu’s hand as your hips shake, silencing your moans with her lips. you don’t stop until you see her body tense and she lets out a string of profanities with her orgasm.

when she completely finishes, you let yourself fall down on her chest, completely slumped. you both lay there panting without moving until your heart rates settle and you regain your composures.

“you’re incredible.” she traces your lips with her fingers and you look up at her. “i pay attention.” she laughs at you, pushing you off of her to get on top of you.

“it’s my turn to show you how well i pay attention.”

your eyes widen at her remark, you didn’t think she could sound any hotter, but somehow she does. she kisses down your neck, going past your chest and all the way to your stomach. she plants a kiss right above your core and your hips jerk forward.

she stands up and pats down the edge of the bed for you to sit. she then kneels in front of you, opening your legs with her hands. you can feel the slick pouring out of you, she looks absolutely ravishing on her knees for you.

she kisses your thighs as you stroke her hair with a smile on your face, completely drowning in how beautiful she looks.

she looks up at you and dips her tongue between your folds, already earning desperate moans from you. her tongue moves with great agility, sucking your clit and pushing into your entrance every time she passes it.

you give her feedback in the form of hushed whines and whimpers, still very aware of the people on the other side of the wall.

“does that feel good?" she asks in a sweet, innocent voice, the contrast between her actions and her inflection adding to your arousal.

you whine and arch your back slightly, pushing tzuyu’s face further into you. she chuckles as she lets go of your clit with an audible ‘pop.’

“y/n, answer my question.” she begs with the same tone and you look down at her, a dangerous glint painted on her eyes.

“hm,” your attempt at answering comes out as a moan and your cheeks redden as you feel tzuyu’s laugh against your pussy.

"i think,” you whimper into your own hand as she pushes her fingers inside you. “i think you can tell, ah fuck.” she mercilessly pumps her fingers in and out of you while her lips wrap around your clit.

it doesn’t take long for the edges of your vision to glow white, you orgasm hitting you without warning. you grab a fistful of tzuyu’s hair, holding her in place. she eagerly swallows every bit of sticky white fluid pooling out of you, allowing you to fully come back from your high.

you let go of her hair when you realize how hard you were holding onto it and she stands up. “i think i won.” she teases, coming closer to sit on your lap.

“oh, it was a competition? in that case, i think i’d like a rematch.”

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[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

I NEED a part 3 of the step-cest one like the cliffhanger omgg ✋😭

left me wanting more 😖

Here ya go! :)

Pleaser - Stepbrother!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 3

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Ethan has more creative ways to sneak around with you

A/N: I got so many requests for this within the last 24 hours. I hope y'all like it, and if you want me to write more for it, let me know!

You were almost asleep when you heard your phone vibrate on the nightstand beside you. You checked it, curious to see who would be texting you at almost midnight. You smiled when your eyes adjusted and saw Ethan’s name.

Ethan: You still up?

You: I was almost asleep, but someone decided to text me🙄

Ethan: I’m sorry, I’ll let you get some rest, but I wanted to show you something😏

You waited as you stared at the screen, seeing a video pop up. You clicked on it to see Ethan shirtless with his pants halfway down his thighs and his hard cock in his hand. He was quietly moaning your name as he stroked it, before his bottom lip went in between his teeth to keep himself quiet when his whimpers got louder. His tip was red as his precum was leaking out, his hand movements speeding up because he was so needy. Within seconds, his head fell back as his cum shot out, all over his abs.

You were salivating at the video, wanting nothing more than to be with him.

You: I wish that camera wasn’t in the hallway. I’d lick that cum off you👅

Ethan: Fuck I wish you could

You: Why’d you have to send that to me? I’m so wet right now

Ethan: I didn’t get to cum earlier, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing your pussy feels

You: What’s this plan you have? Because I don’t know how to not have you in my bed with me

Ethan: I’ll tell you tomorrow, baby. Get some sleep.😘

You: Goodnight

It took you forever to fall asleep as the thoughts of Ethan ran though your mind. You couldn’t believe how crazy the day was. You couldn’t believe you got caught. But the one thing you really couldn’t believe was that your mom and Wayne separating meant you actually had a chance with Ethan.

The next morning, your mom walked into your room to wake you up. You hadn’t spoken to her since she mentioned wanting to install the cameras, and you hated that she no longer trusted you.

“Good morning,” she said, opening the curtains to let the sunlight pour in.

“Ughhh,” you groaned out, the exhaustion from only a few hours of sleep made you pull the comforter over your head.

“You need to get up. I want to discuss a few things with you before I leave,” she said, taking a seat at the foot of your bed.

You pulled the comforter off your head, your tired eyes meeting hers.

“I’ll get a notification every time there’s movement in front of the cameras. Don’t think I won’t be watching. If I see anything happening that I shouldn’t be, you’re going to stay with your dad until Ethan and Wayne move out,” her tone was stern, and it took everything in you to not roll your eyes.

“Why is it that the second you find out I’m not perfect, you think I can’t be trusted?” you asked, genuinely curious.

She sighed, not knowing how to answer your question.

“I graduated with honors, I got early acceptance into college, and I do everything you ask of me. I just don’t get it,” you said, sitting up. “I know that wasn’t something you wanted to see, but if you and Wayne are separating, why is it a big deal?”

“It’s a big deal because right now, he’s still your stepbrother. You’re under the same roof. I just can’t trust you around him. All the teenage hormones are obviously too much for the two of you,” she said, standing up to leave. “I’m sorry you feel like your privacy has been stripped away, but it’s the only way I feel comfortable leaving you here with him and not sending you to your dads house two hours away from here.”

She closed the door behind her as she walked out. You threw your pillow at the door, the soft sound it made when it hit the floor very unsatisfying.

“Fuck,” you said, grabbing your phone. You saw a text from Ethan.

Ethan: Good morning, beautiful. I’m going to make you breakfast. Come to the kitchen in 20.😊

You: I didn’t know you could cook🧐

Ethan: There’s a lot of things you still need to know about me

You smiled as you locked your phone, deciding to get up to shower. You couldn’t shake the creepy feeling of the cameras, so you looked all around the bathroom, making sure there wasn’t one in there before shedding your clothes.

You looked over your tired appearance in the mirror, hoping the shower would help. You cut the water on, noticing that it wasn’t getting very hot. You assumed it was from everyone else showering before you, so you decided to make it quick. As you tried to wash the shampoo out of your hair, the water turned ice cold. You squealed at the sudden temperature change, your teeth starting to chatter as you hurried through the rest of your shower faster than you thought was possible.

After you got out, you saw a text pop up from your mom.

Mom: If you’re showering, don’t walk out in a towel. Put your robe on.

You rolled your eyes as you dried off, still freezing from the cold shower. You put your robe on, stopping to do a spin in the hallway for your mother that seems to be watching your every move, before going to your room to get dressed.

When you walked towards the kitchen, the delicious aroma of what Ethan was making made your mouth water. You walked up beside him as he stood in front of the stove, wanting so badly to hug him. You looked behind you to see the camera on the wall.

“I feel like a prisoner,” you whispered, as Ethan started to laugh.

“The good news is, I disabled the audio. They can’t hear anything we talk about,” he said, placing a pancake onto the small stack he’d already made.

“Aren’t they going to notice?” you asked, speaking at a normal volume.

“No, I told dad to tell your mom that it doesn’t record audio. He doesn’t see the point in them knowing what we talk about,” he let out a small laugh as he spoke.

“You should’ve heard the awkward conversation I had to have this morning. If we get caught doing anything, I have to go live with my dad until you move out.”

Ethan started to laugh again as you cocked your eyebrow at him.

“I wonder if your mom realizes you’re two windows down from me. This is a one-story house,” he said, smiling.

“So that’s your plan? You’re going to get into my room from the outside?” you smirked, as he carried the stack of pancakes over to the table he set for the two of you.

“Yep. She’ll never know.”

After breakfast, that’s what he did. He went to his room a few minutes before you went to yours, hoping that it would seem a little less obvious. The last thing he wanted was for your mom to get suspicious. You opened your window, your head hanging out as you watched Ethan jump out of his. He walked over to you, placing a kiss to your lips before climbing in.

“Hey,” he said, wrapping his arms around you as you stood in front of him.

“Hi,” you said, as you nuzzled into his chest.

He held you there for a while, not wanting to let you go.

“You look so beautiful today,” he said, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Yeah, the whole ‘no makeup, damp hair, after an ice-cold shower’ thing really makes me feel attractive,” you joked, finally pulling away from him to lead him towards your bed.

“You’re always beautiful,” he said, sighing as he relaxed on your bed. “Come here, baby.”

You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as the two of you cuddled in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. His hand rubbed against your back as you started to doze off.

After a couple hours, you woke up to your phone ringing. You smiled as you looked at Ethan, his eyes dazed as he tried to wake up too.

“Fuck, it’s my mom. Be quiet,” you said, as he laughed a little. “I’m serious!”

Your eyes were staring him down as he watched you answer the call, a smirk playing on his lips as he got in between your legs.

“Hello?” you answered, as his hands started to run up your thighs.

“Hey, just wanted to check in on you and see how you were doing,” she said, as you heard her eating her lunch.

“I’m not with Ethan if that’s why you’re asking,” you mumbled, your eyes going wide as his hands slid under the waistband of your leggings. He slowly slid them, along with your panties down your thighs, his eyes looking into yours as he smiled.

“I know you’re not. I’ve had the camera app pulled up at my desk all day,” she said, as Ethan started to place open-mouthed kisses up your legs, starting at your ankles.

“Well, I’m trying to watch a movie, can we talk when you get home?” you asked, as his mouth started to reach your inner thighs.

“No, I wanted to talk. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you asked me this morning about not trusting you,” she sighed, as your bottom lip went in between your teeth. When Ethan’s eyes met yours, he raised up to mouth ‘Be quiet’. Your heart was pounding in your chest as he leaned back down, gently licking your clit.

“Are you there?” your mom asked.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. This movie is just really good,” you said, your hand tangling in Ethan’s hair.

“Okay, maybe we should just talk later, then. My lunch is almost over, anyway,” she said, as Ethan’s tongue started to move faster against you.

“Okay, love you,” you said, your voice sounding a little strained.

“Are you okay?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

“Yeah, it’s a scary movie,” you said, trying to pull it together long enough to get her to hang up.

“Oh, okay. I’ll be home in a few hours. Love you, too,” she said, before you heard the beeping that the call had ended.

You let out all the whimpers you had to keep deep inside of you as you locked your phone, your hands lightly tugging at his hair.

“Oh fuck,” you mewled, as you felt one of his fingers slip inside of you. He soon added another one, angling them just right to hit the spot you needed him to. “Right there, baby.”

His fingers started to press harder into that spot, as the sounds of your moans and wetness echoing off the walls. He looked up to see your lip between your teeth again, your moans muffled as your eyebrows knitted together. Over the last few days, he’s taken in what all of your facial expressions mean during sex. He knew your current one meant that you were getting close. Well, that and the tightening grip on his hair.

He groaned against your clit at the feeling, your hips starting to shake at the vibrations. He started to hum against you as your hips moved against his mouth and fingers.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned out, your core spasming around his fingers.

His movements slowed down as he worked you through it, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. He placed one last lick to your clit, before crawling back up to lay on the bed beside you.

“Why did you do that?” you asked, your breathing still irregular.

He laughed as his hand ran up your arm.

“I think I have a new kink,” he said, looking over to you. “There’s just something so hot about the idea of getting caught.”

You playfully smacked his chest as he faked hurt.

“Hey, you liked it, though!” he uttered, defending his actions.

“You just wait until it’s your dad calling one day to check on you,” you smirked, as your hand ran over the hard cock in his jeans.

He pulled your hand away, lacing your fingers with his. You gave him a confused look as he smiled at you.

“I don’t want you to think the only thing I care about is fucking you. You’re way more than that,” he said, “As bad as I want it, making you cum is all I needed.”

You smiled at him, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips.

“So are you just going to hold out until later tonight and send me another video?” you joked, laying your head back on his chest.

“You have no idea how many nights I’ve jerked off thinking about you,” he said, his hand moving to your hair.

#ethan landry #scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: New Hire

Wordcount: 1,499 (i literally BARELY made it)

Pairing: Alpha!Mob!Ari Levinson x Naive!Omega!Reader

Summary: After escaping your demanding, violent father, you get your first job nannying for Ari Levinson.

Warnings: Manipulation, Obsessive behavior, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Implied Non/Dubcon, Darkfic, MINORS DNI, Dead dove: Do not eat

A/N: first of all, @cocobutterqwueen how dare you. second of all, i hope you enjoy. 😈. i can’t believe you just casually slid through with the prompt of prompts for my Monkey’s Paw challenge 🥴 

This work is entirely unbeta’d, and unedited. Though I don’t own any of Marvel’s characters, this work and the plot contained inside are entirely mine. I do not consent for this work to be posted anywhere else by anyone other than myself. Enjoy 😘

“But I don’t wanna go to bed!” Liam crosses his arms petulantly, glaring at you with determined blue eyes. “I want to stay up for dad.” 

 Ari works late nights, late being an understatement—you know sometimes he doesn’t come home at all. It isn’t unusual for you to finish putting Liam to bed, prepare his lunch, wash his clothes, and go to bed yourself, all without seeing Ari even once. 

 You’re not sure exactly what it is Ari does, but you do know he comes home late, tired. And sometimes, faintly smelling of gun-smoke. It’s awkward encountering him without Liam, the way he watches you with that easy smile. He’s nice enough you suppose, and God knows you’re thankful for a live-in gig—you don’t really have anywhere else to go. 

 “I’ll tell you what,” you sit on the edge of his Spider-Man bedspread and lean in with a conspiratorial grin. “I’ll let you watch a movie before bed, and when Dad gets home, I’ll send him your way.” 

 “Even if I’m asleep?” Liam asks skeptically. 

 “Even if you’re asleep,” you repeat. “Pinky promise.” Liam wraps his pinky around yours and you shake hands resolutely. “Now what are we watching?” 

 —

 A hand on your shoulder shakes you awake, and you jerk upright with a sharp intake of breath. The familiar scent of Ari’s woodsy aftershave and his distinctly Alpha scent fill your nostrils as you struggle awake.

 “Easy, kitten. Just me.” Ari’s low rumble makes you tense further—I just got caught sleeping on the job. “Sorry I missed movie night.” He chuckles, and your cheeks heat as you begin detangling Liam’s limbs from your own. He’s sound asleep, his lashes resting on his chubby cheeks as he snores lightly. Carefully, you slide out of his tiny bed, pointedly avoiding Ari’s gaze. 

 “He, um, asked for you.” You’ve been here three months and you’re still not comfortable with the weight of Ari’s gaze. You watch him reach down to ruffle Liam’s hair. 

 “I bet he did.” His voice sounds regretful. “I got…held up. At work.” He cards his fingers through his own hair, you catch a glimpse of the thin gold chain at his throat. “I’ll make it up to him.” 

 “He just wants to spend time with you,” you blurt out the words as he tugs the blanket up to Liam’s chin, and shuts off the lamp at his bedside. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

 “No, no. You’re right,” he sighs. “I haven’t been making time for him like I should have.” Being around him makes you feel skittish and nervous; you’re not used to this breed of Alpha—you’d thought they would all be like your father; quick to anger. The house bears no marks of Ari’s frustration, unlike your childhood home. You know how to patch drywall, repair a door torn off it’s hinges—

 You know how to hide, how to play dead so that the rampaging, liquor fueled monster living in your father’s skin would pass over you without incident—but those skills aren’t needed here, you find. 

 You follow him out of Liam’s room into the long hallway, still staring at your feet. 

 “Um, g-goodnight,” you mumble, before turning quickly on your heel to scamper back to your room—but a warm hand around your wrist stops you. 

 “Hold on, there, kitten.” He graces you with a smile that makes your chest go tight even as you swallow nervously. “I know when I hired you I said you’d have your weekends to yourself, but I was thinking I would take Liam to the amusement park this weekend, make up a little lost time. Maybe you’d like to come along?” 

 There’s a note of hopefulness in his voice that you don’t miss. 

 “I, um, I’m not sure…” You trail off, and look down at your hands. “I wouldn’t want to intrude—”

 “How could you intrude, kitten? I’m inviting you,” he says smoothly. “Liam adores you, and it would be my treat.” He winks at you, and it sends an uncomfortable heat to your belly that you hope the scent of the suppressants disguises. There’s an expectant look in his eye, the look of a man who isn’t used to being denied or disobeyed. It’s the same look your father would give you as he ordered you to run down to the store and barter more of your mother’s old jewelry for a bottle of gin. 

 “Okay. I-I’m sure it’ll be fun.” You say, licking your dry lips. His eyes follow the motion as his smile widens. 

 “Perfect.” 

 —

 Saturday dawns bright and beautiful, and Liam is practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. You’ve already told him he might not be able to ride all the rides—being six and all—but it hadn’t dampened his excitement a single bit. 

 “I wanna go on this one!” he shouts, pointing excitedly at one of the roller-coasters. 

 “I think it’s too big for you, bud,” Ari says, scanning the park for something more appropriate. “Let’s try this one.” There’s a kiddie-coaster nearby, with seats shaped like dragons, so it isn’t difficult to redirect Liam’s interest. He’s holding both of your hands, swinging them excitedly as you go to get in line. As you approach the front, the machine operator waves you through to the first set of seats. 

 “And how are you all today?” He asks as he lowers the safety bar. “Family outing?”

 “Oh, no,” you say quickly, shaking your head. “I’m just um. The nanny.” He fixes you with a charming smile that makes your face go hot, and winks. 

 “Well, I hope you all have fun. You especially.” He slides his hands over yours, and you feel something like paper pushed between your knuckles. 

 “I think there are some folks behind us who need their bars lowered,” he says flatly. “Maybe you should see to them.” You peek at the paper he’d pressed into your hands—a phone number. You shove it quickly into your pocket so as not to litter, though you have no intention of calling. You don’t notice the way Ari’s hands tighten on the safety bar, the way his full lips press into a tight line as his eyes go hard. 

 You spend the day at the park, and though you aren’t particularly coordinated, you do manage to win a few prizes, which you promptly give to Liam. He’s exhausted by dusk, resting his head sleepily on Ari’s shoulder as the three of you head into the parking lot.

 You’re grateful for Ari’s silence on the ride home, but you can’t escape the feeling that something’s wrong, like electricity in the air before a storm. You play with the hem of your skirt as you follow them inside, careful to lock the door behind you. You trail behind him as he heads for Liam’s room, your own just a few doors beyond it. 

 “Can we speak privately in my office?” Ari says over his shoulder, and your stomach drops. “You can wait for me there.” 

 You pick at your cuticles as you wait for Ari to put Liam down for the evening, poring over every moment of the day as you try to determine what you’d done, where you’d gone wrong. 

 “Let’s talk, kitten.” Ari’s low voice startles you, and you jump. “In here.” He opens the door, brushing by you as he crosses the room to his desk. “Sit, down, sweetheart.” 

 You do, stiffly, your hands clasped tightly in your lap. 

 “I just want to go over some… contractual things. Make sure we’re crystal clear. Sound good?” 

 “Y-yes.”

 “Wonderful.” He opens a drawer, and produces a signed copy of your contract from it, setting it down on the desk with a sigh. “Now. I know we spoke about limitations when I hired you, didn’t we?” You don’t know where he’s going with this—so you nod. You vaguely remember him outlining the terms of your employment, but limitations… that doesn’t sound familiar. 

 “No second jobs, no long trips during the school year—I don’t want anything detracting from your time with Liam.” 

 “Y-yes, o-of course, I remember that—”

 “Then why are you playing games, sweetheart?” He asks, raising a single brow at you. 

 “Games?”

 “Don’t play coy, kitten, it doesn’t suit you,” he snaps, his eyes hard. “The Beta. At the park.”

 “I-I don’t even know him,” you stammer. “Mr. Levinson—”

 “You’re not going to walk away,” he snarls, slamming his hands on the desk. “Not from me, Omega.” Ari takes a deep breath, gathering himself. “Come here.” Your suppressants should have weakened the strength of the Alpha command, but they don’t, and you find yourself jerkily moving towards him. Ari’s large hands wrap around your hips, and he forces you down onto the table. “Spread your legs.” 

 You whimper as you do. “Mr. Levinson, please, I don’t understand!”

 “Oh kitten,” he purrs as he drags his fingers up your clothed slit. “You really should read the fine print.” 

fin

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Working Title | Chapter 20

Pairing: Dieter Bravo/OFC Series Rating: Mature, 18+ Word Count: 5.4k Series Masterlist | AO3 Chapter 20 Chapter Summary: The girls head to LA for the audition. Chapter Warnings: Brief alcohol mention. Swearing. Alternating POVs. Some angst, Body image issues. People being mean online. Allusions to Dieter's past. A/N: I can’t believe we’ve made it to the penultimate chapter of this series. This has been my first foray into fanfic writing and these two mean so much to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and thank you for reading and spending some time in this little world!

“Cheers,” Sam smiled clinking the neck of his beer with Dieter’s glass. 

The two made some small talk, mostly about the show and whether or not they thought it was actually going to be picked up or not.

“Do you have anything lined up after this is done?” He studied Dieter, who sat absentmindedly swirling his Old Fashioned in one hand.

“Nah, I haven’t come across anything that interests me. Might take some time off.”

“Must be nice,” Sam scoffed, wincing as he ran his hand through his hair. He hated it when his mouth worked faster than his brain. “Sorry, that probably sounded worse than I meant it. I just…I’m not in a position to take a lot of time off you know?”

Although he had been working for a while, Sam still hadn’t gotten his “big break” so every project felt really important to him.

“No man, it’s all good. I get it, I’ve been there. Hell…five years ago no one wanted to hire me. I’m just now starting to get people to somewhat take me seriously, again,” he chuckled to himself as his mind wandered to a dark place before quickly returning to the present. 

“Well, they can’t take your Oscar away huh?” Sam offered a small smile and cleared his throat to change the subject. “You thinking of going out to see the girls sometime in Toronto? I’m trying to plan a trip.”

“Yeah, I was …ah…actually thinking of maybe renting a house out there. You know, since I’ll have the time,” Dieter scratched the back of his head.

“No way! That’s an awesome idea! Belle must be so excited about it…” he scrunched his face and Dieter took a sip of his drink. “She knows right?”

“I haven’t told her yet, I kinda wanted it to be a surprise,” Dieter smiled softly.

“Oh well, I’m sure she’ll feel a whole lot better taking the job knowing you’ll be there,” Sam offered, taking a swig of his beer.

“She say anything to you?” 

“Not in so many words. But based on what Indy and I were talking about…you know…with she and I…I can only imagine the same applies to the two of you,” he set his beer down and looked Dieter in the eyes. “She’s fallen really hard, you know that right?”

Dieter chuckled, “Well however hard she’s fallen I’m like 10 times worse.”

Both of their phones buzzed at the same time as they both quickly lunged for their respective devices.

“Ah, well looks like they made it on the plane,” Sam smiled, tapping away.

Belle: Made it on the plane!

Dieter: I hope you have a safe flight. Try and sleep. You’ll be there when you wake up.

Belle: I wish I could sleep on planes. I’m checking what movies they have

Dieter: Do they have any of my stuff? That will make you fall asleep. 😜

Belle: No silly watching it would make me miss you too much.

Dieter: 💗

Belle: gotta go - they’re telling us to turn off the phones. I love you 😘

Dieter: Wait! Since I can’t hear you say goodnight, can I get a picture?

Belle smirked, feeling the warmth in her cheeks as she snapped a quick selfie.

Dieter: Good night beautiful. Tell me when you land. xo

Indy sported the biggest smile as she switched her phone to airplane mode. Glancing over she caught you staring at your lock screen — a selfie of you and Dieter from your hike around Waimea Canyon.

“Thanks for coming with me B,” she nudged your arm with her elbow, pulling you out of your daydream. 

“Of course, this is exciting. Are you getting nervous?”

“Nah, I got this,” she winked. 

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah babe, of course,” she turned her body towards you. “What’s up?”

“Have you and Sam talked about things? Like what’s going to happen next?”

Indy looked down, playing with the hem of her shirt with a small smile. “Yeah…we’ve talked about it. Truthfully it makes me a little scared. I really like him B and I…I don’t know what’s next for us. Sure he can come out and visit, but he needs to work too.”

“For what it’s worth, he really likes you too,” you covered her hand with yours, rubbing circles with your thumb. “And I think he’s a great guy so I’m rooting for you.”

She rested her head on your shoulder, “Thanks B. At first I thought this was going to be just some on-set fling or whatever but I can see this going somewhere,” she smirked as you looked at her with a silent squeal. 

“I knew it,” you winked.

“Try and get some sleep, ok? I know how you get,” she smirked as she rummaged through her bag to find the novelty sleeping mask you got her years ago. The “Sleeping Beauty” stitching, a nod to her Disney Princess past, was starting to fade. She put on her noise-canceling headphones and was asleep before the wheels left the tarmac, leaving you to sort out how to entertain yourself for the next five and a half hours. 

You aimlessly scrolled through the various television shows and documentaries given as in-flight entertainment options, unable to find something that grabbed your interest. Once the flight attendant delivered your ginger ale and pretzels, you decided to get serious about finding a movie. Doing some quick math, you figured you could probably watch at least two.

When you reached the “C’s” in the menu, your stomach did a little flip seeing the thumbnail for Cliff Beasts 6. You remember when the movie came out and how you had to drag Indy to go see it, tolerating all of the teasing because you just had to see the latest Dieter flick. You’ve endured so many different films and TV shows just to get a chance to watch him; Cliff Beasts 6 was no exception. His over-the-top, cartoonish accent made you laugh despite the absolute trainwreck of a plot. 

Seeing Dieter on the little screen mounted in the seatback in front of you gave you butterflies. The last couple of weeks were such a whirlwind. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever meet him in person let alone everything else that’s transpired. You felt like you were living in an alternate reality. 

With a smile now permanently affixed to your face, you watched and focused less on the movie and more on how quickly you’ve grown to love this man. His nervous energy, his smile, his laugh, his hair, of course. The way he knew how to strike that balance of gentle and comforting with a little edge that made you want to give him anything and everything. By this point, you were about halfway through the movie and your eyelids were starting to feel heavy.

The guys decided to call it a night after a couple of drinks due to Sam’s early call time (and the fact that he hadn’t read through his scenes yet). Dieter’s call time got pushed back, but he was desperate to return to his room to wallow and track Belle’s flight. 

Once in his suite, he made a beeline for the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water along with a box of cookies, and went to his room. Instead of sitting on his side, he settled into Belle’s side of the bed, traces of her perfume and shampoo still on the pillow. He searched for her flight on his phone and studied the route while eating a cookie, the crumbs falling on his shirt and onto the bed. 

The girls had a few couple hours until they were to land in Los Angeles and his mind was abuzz, flipping through various thoughts like a Rolodex. He hoped it was a smooth flight and wondered what Belle was doing, wishing she was able to get some sleep. He was curious about how the audition would go for Indy. He knew she was a lock for the role so he needed to stop thinking of “ifs” and start thinking of “whens.” 

Sleep was a lost cause so he grabbed the remote. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep until he knew she was safe on the ground. Flipping through the channels, he came across Alien and decided to stop and keep it on as background noise as he continued to do some research on his tablet. He found a couple of places in Toronto and fired off emails to Liz so she could investigate further. 

Time crawled by. Something else was on TV but Dieter didn’t pay it any mind. He was scrolling through photos on his phone, landing on a candid he took of Belle one morning. She looked so peaceful, a hint of a smile on her face as she lay on her side facing him, the sheet just barely covering her. 

He closed his eyes wishing she was next to him. He ran his hand over his face, his breath hitched just a bit smelling the smallest trace of her musk still on his fingers. It sent an electric pulse down his body, remembering how just a few hours ago her mouth was where his hand had drifted to. His slow strokes picked up as he replayed some of their more intimate moments in his head. It didn’t take long before he found his release, left panting as he reached for his phone. 

One more hour.

He cleaned himself up and stepped outside smiling as he looked across at the adjacent balcony, remembering that morning. He stared out into the darkness, hearing the rhythmic sounds of the waves crashing onto the beach below. It was lulling him to sleep, but before he closed his eyes he set an alarm on his phone.

You were woken up when the flight attendants made one last pass through the cabin before taking their seats for the approach to LAX. “Psst,” you gently shook Indy. 

She groaned, pulling off her sleeping mask with a pout. “I need the largest, most obnoxious coffee concoction when we land.”

“You got it,” you giggled. 

You reached for your phone, itching to be able to turn it off airplane mode so you could text Dieter. The moment the tires made contact with the tarmac, both you and Indy were furiously tapping away at your phones. You felt butterflies when a message came through before you could send one. 

Dieter: My bed felt empty 😞 Hope you were able to get some sleep. I miss you.

You grinned like an absolute idiot at your phone at the selfie he sent complete with his signature arched eyebrow and pursed lips. He was in bed underneath the covers. His broad shoulders took up the whole frame and his hair was as unruly as ever, but what stood out to you most was his sweet smile and gentle, but tired, eyes. 

Belle: Just landed 🙂 You’re still up?!

Dieter: I took a little power nap 😉 

Dieter: I wanted to make sure you got there ok. 

Beside you, Indy whispered into her phone to Sam using a baby voice. Normally this would have made you cringe, but seeing her this happy was actually really sweet. 

Belle: All good. Safe and sound 🙂 You should get some rest.

Dieter: For later tonight? 😏

Belle: lol whatever gets you to sleep a little

Dieter: Yes ma’am

Dieter: Keep me updated. Even if I fall back asleep it will be nice to wake up to your name on my phone. 

Belle: 😘

Belle: I’ll try not to bother you too much

Dieter: You’re never a bother sweetheart

Dieter breathed a sigh of relief knowing the girls made it safely. The anxiety of the last several hours coupled with the lack of sleep finally caught up to him and before he knew it, his eyes fluttered closed as his phone slipped from his hand and onto the carpet.

Getting off the plane through the airport and to the car service was a bit of a blur thanks to the small gaggle of paparazzi armed with cameras, cellphones, and ring lights. Seeing the paps at a place like LAX was pretty standard given all of the celebrities, but what was uncommon was for you and Indy to be the targets of their attention. Once they spotted you, they descended, shouting both of your names as Rhys tried his best to shield you while ushering you to the waiting car. They yelled all at once and you could only make out a phrase or two from each.

“Are you dating Dieter Bravo?”

“Did you and Dieter break up?”

“Belle, can you give us a smile?”

“What the fuck?” Indy huffed as she scooted into the back of the SUV behind you. 

“How’d they know my name?” Your face scrunched up as you looked out the back window.

“Someone must have tipped them off, I swear I didn’t set that up!” Rhys looked back from the front seat before turning around to furiously type on his phone. 

You and Indy exchanged a confused look. “I can see them knowing you Ind, but me?”

“Well, you are dating Dieter fucking Bravo…” she smirked, before switching to a more serious tone. “I’m sorry B, it sucks. It’s one thing if he were here with you; I know how unnerving this whole thing can be. But you rocked it! Your first paparazzi swarm!” She gave an encouraging smile, trying to make you laugh to get your mind off the path it would inevitably go down.

You sat a bit dumbfounded, trying to process. You are dating Dieter fucking Bravo. You are in love with him and he’s in love with you. But all of this kind of attention wasn't something you wanted. Your mind started to spiral thinking about what life would be like with Dieter outside of your little bubble. Whether going out on a date or taking a trip to the grocery store, he was recognizable and your life would always be on display for others to judge and scrutinize.

Deep in thought, you didn’t even register the SUV pulling up to Indy’s apartment. She quickly unlocked the door and ushered you all in, knowing there was limited time for her to take a quick shower and freshen up. Rhys stepped out to make a couple of phone calls while you laid out your kit on the vanity in her bedroom. Once you were all set up, you plopped on the bed and pulled out your phone. Even though you figured (and hoped) he was asleep, you decided to fire off a message to Dieter.

Belle: Sorry it’s been a bit chaotic but we’re at Indy’s now. Audition is at 9 so I’ll be kinda MIA - Rhys says I have some meetings today too. Hope you're getting some sleep 💕

A notification for Instagram popped up which you ignored, opting instead to clear out some emails. But then another notification came through, followed by another and another, and soon your phone started buzzing with texts and other alerts. As you opened Instagram Rhys sprinted into the room.

“Have you seen them?” He asked in a huff, rushing over to you.

“What? What happened? Is everything ok?”

“Y-yeah, it’s just….the photos of you and Indy are starting to circulate.” He looked a bit worried and you weren’t quite sure why.

“Circulate?” You scoffed, trying to put on a calm exterior despite the anxiety brewing in your chest. You fidgeted with the sleeve of Dieter's sweatshirt you were still wearing.

“Just the typical accounts but some…others picked it up too,” his mouth twitched as he averted his eyes.

You furrowed your brows and Rhys opened his mouth to say more as the en suite bathroom door opened.

“I’m ready!” A bathrobe-clad Indy announced before her face dropped seeing Rhys stressed and you confused. “Wait. What happened? Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, walking over to put his hands on Indy’s arms. “It’s just that the photos from the airport are starting to make their rounds.”

You can’t see the look on Rhys’ face but something in his voice tells you he’s trying to tell Indy something without tipping you off. 

“Have you seen anything?” Indy looked past Rhys, her eyes boring into you.

You shook your head, “No, what the fuck guys?! I literally just sat down. Is there something I should know?”

Rhys and Indy exchanged a look before she walked past him, coming to sit next to you on the bed. “Here let me take a look.” She unlocked her phone and started going through her tagged posts.

Indy had the best poker face but you knew her tells. To the untrained eye, they wouldn’t know the difference but decades of friendship made you all too aware of her microexpressions. The slight purse of her lips, an eyebrow twitch, or a shift in her posture – she was uneasy about something.

“You’re making me nervous, Ind.” Your mind started to race through all of the possibilities but had a sneaking suspicion that the reason both she and Rhys were acting weird was because your appearance was being scrutinized. And if that was the case it was honestly so unfair. You had just come off a red-eye and weren’t expecting to have a bunch of cameras shoved in your face. You tugged awkwardly at the hem of Dieter's sweatshirt as Indy kept scrolling.

Indy let out a frustrated sigh as she put down the phone. “I seriously don’t know what gets into people. They act like they know us, know our lives, and they don’t…” She rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes.

“What’re they saying Ind?” You say with a bit more bite than you intended. You appreciated her trying to shield and protect you from the online fodder but it was completely unrealistic to think you wouldn’t read stuff.

“Look for yourself,” she turned her body toward you, her eyes watching as you unlocked your phone and started scrolling. There was one thread of comments and replies that grabbed your attention.

>>Omg they look like a hot mess

>>They look pissed off

>>It’s early in the morning they’re probably not awake. Jeez give them a break. 

>>How do you look in the morning?

>>They look kinda sad

>>Oh that’s the girl Dieter is dating huh?

>>Do you think Dieter broke up with her? Is that why they’re back in LA?

>>They haven’t posted anything together ever at least Indy and Sam kinda soft launched

>>It’s probably not serious then. Remember his last chick? Dude wouldn’t shut up about her

>>He’s definitely still shooting. I saw a photo of him at a bar in Hawaii last night

>>The guy was probably hammered huh?

>>Oh no that was probably bad news

>>Wait is THAT who Dieter is dating now? Woof

>>Guy must be desperate

>>How do you go from a Victoria’s Secret model to that?

You skimmed through the rest of it as you felt your blood pressure spiking. People were throwing out wild, unfounded speculation and there was a small contingent doing a deep dive about you and your family and friends. Your mind goes into a tailspin as you read through more. You couldn’t make out the words, but you heard Indy next to you on the phone trying to get in touch with Sam, frustrated when she got his PA instead. 

Meanwhile, you felt that all-too-familiar pang in your gut. You experienced a taste of this when you and Dieter were first spotted in public, knowing that it wasn’t going to be the first or last time people would make comments about you. But something about this felt so unsettling and so invasive. You were a normal person trying to support her friend on what was essentially a job interview. It also made you uncomfortable that the focus was on you and not Indy – she’s the star of the show here not you. Why aren’t people coming up with theories about why she’s in LA when she should be on set in Hawaii too?

The conversations around Dieter were also surprising and a bit confusing. You were on what you thought was a Dieter fan account yet people were speculating about everything from the two of you breaking up to him cheating on you to you both getting secretly married. It hurt to see so many quick to paint him in a bad light – assuming that he had done something wrong.

Indy hung up the phone and you could feel her eyeballs on you but you just kept scrolling.

“What are you thinking B?” 

You shook your head, “This is all so confusing. How does us at the airport turn into all of this,” you waved your phone around.

“It, unfortunately, comes with the territor-”

“Can it Rhys!” Indy snapped. “That’s not helpful right now. Look, apparently Sam and Dee went to the hotel bar after we left, had a couple of drinks, and then went back to their rooms.”

“Wait, you don’t think he actually….”

“No, no not at all,” she squeezed your leg. “No. And it’s ridiculous the way these people spiral off the smallest thing…have you tried calling him?”

You shook your head, “I’m pretty sure he’s asleep. He had a later call time than Sam and sounded like he was up most of the night.” Your mind drifted to a negative place briefly before shutting down that train of thought.

“Well, just try, I’m sure Liz is lighting up his phone too.”

“She is. We’ve been texting,” Rhys chimed in.

You called Dieter a couple of times and it went to voicemail. After the third failed attempt to reach him, you took a deep breath, took off the sweatshirt, and looked at Indy, resolved to not let this derail an important day for her. “We need to get you ready.”

“O-ok, yeah, c’mon let’s go.”

Since it was part audition/part screen test, you were thankful to just have to do minimal makeup and a simple blowout, allowing you to go on autopilot and think. You suddenly felt like you were back in your apartment after you found out Ryan left. The thoughts of unworthiness were quick to make themselves known after they’d been dormant for weeks – the weeks you’ve known Dieter. You were happier, and stronger with him, and being apart only made you see how weak and fragile you were. 

You were annoyed at yourself that comments from people you didn’t know could affect you so much. But words hurt. And it doesn’t help that so many of them keyed in on parts of your body you were self-conscious about. But then there was another voice trying to push through to remind you that all of those things they called out were the things Dieter loved. He celebrated your body, eager to show you his appreciation as you became more comfortable with him.

Thoughts then traveled to Dieter, wondering what his state of mind would be like when he finally woke up and Liz brought him up to speed. You smiled a bit to yourself knowing that his first thoughts would probably be about you and wanting to check if you were ok. But you knew his next instinct would be to turn inward. He hadn’t shared everything, but there were demons from his past he still had to contend with every day. And you couldn’t help but think that seeing people attack you because of your relationship with him was going to send him down a self-loathing spiral. 

For a brief moment, your mind wandered to a territory that scared you – whether all of this was worth it. You continued to work in silence, catching Indy’s eyes in the mirror every so often. She acted like she was rereading her lines but you knew she was trying to gauge your feelings and meet you where you were.

“Ok, ready.” You set down the can of finishing spray and fluffed up her hair in the mirror. 

“Wanna talk about it?” She grabbed your hand, stopping you from quickly packing everything up.

“There’s nothing to talk about. C’mon, we’re going to be late.”

“Of course there’s stuff to talk about.”

“I’m. Fine.” You snapped, instantly regretting losing your temper. “Sorry Indy, I…it’s just the same old shit when it comes to,” you motioned up and down your body. “I don’t want to talk about it. It’s not a productive conversation.” 

She didn’t push it and just hugged you, figuring an embrace would tell you more than she could with words. Rhys interrupted your quiet moment urging you both to get a move on so you weren't late. Indy did one last sweep of her apartment, hoping it would be a long while before she saw it again.

Dieter tossed and turned all morning, his hands seeking Belle only to find an empty, cold space next to him in the bed. He was about to close his eyes again and will himself to sleep when the hotel phone came to life with a shrill ring. Covering his face with a pillow he reached for the phone and brought the receiver to his ear.

“Yeah?”

“Well thank fuck you’re alive. Goddamit I’ve been calling you and texting you all morning. I was about to go get them to open the door if you didn’t pick up. Where have you been? Are you ok?”

This wasn’t the first time Liz had woken Dieter up and berated him, but something about her tone this time caught his attention. 

“Lizzie,” he cleared his throat, starting to sit up. “What’s wrong?”

“Were you asleep? You know you’re due on set in like half an hour, right?”

“I forgot to set an alarm…didn’t get much sleep last night. I wanted to make sure the girls got there ok. Are they ok? Did something happen?”

“Where’s your phone?” A slight hesitation in her voice.

“Uh, I thought it was right here…” Dieter felt around the bed before peeking over and seeing the phone face down on the floor. “Ah there it is, must have fallen….holy shit, what the hell happened?”

Dieter turned over his phone and was pretty sure he had a notification from every app. He saw a bunch of missed phone calls from Liz and Belle, hell even Sam and Meredith had rung him. His list of missed texts was from the same bunch with the addition of Danny, Indy, and even Rhys. 

“Goddamit Liz. Gimme the rundown. Are they ok?” Dieter swung his legs around, feeling dizzy as the adrenaline coursed through his veins.

“She’s fine Dee, they’re ok. The damn paps swarmed the girls as soon as they left the airport. Couple of the blogs caught it and it’s what you expect – people talking about her, how she looks, and trying to find out more about her and Indy. Luckily she’s a smart girl and has a lot of her shit locked down so there’s not a ton for people to find. But it’s only a matter of time before someone comes out of the woodwork wanting their 15 minutes.”

Dieter scoffed, knowing that all too well. When he was at rock bottom it felt like every person he’d ever met was willing to go to a gossip rag to talk about him. It was the usual suspects - jilted lovers, disgruntled past co-stars or assistants, all the way to his old dog’s vet. Anyone and everyone who wanted to give their two cents about Dieter found a way to get their story out. 

His annoyance turned into a feeling of helplessness. He knew how these comments would hurt Belle and with her so far away he couldn’t be there to comfort her. Hell, she wasn’t even gone for 12 hours. It was unfair that he couldn’t protect her from a life he’d unfortunately grown accustomed to. He worked a lot on himself to build back a fraction of the confidence he used to have. It still stung to see things written about him, so he could only imagine the negative headspace she was in because of this all.

“I need to call her.”

“That’s not it Dee,” Liz cut him off before taking a deep inhale. “They’re also talking about you. People have no idea that she’s there for Indy’s audition. They’re assuming both girls left set early due to an incident.”

“What incident?”

“Well, no theory has stuck yet, but it’s the greatest hits.”

Liz didn’t have to spell it out for Dieter to know that once again his past was coming around. He ran his free hand through his hair and then down his face as he tried to quell the frustration. It felt like no matter how much progress he made, people only thought of him as that womanizing, drug-fueled party animal from years ago.

“I need to call Belle.”

“They’re in meetings right now. I’ve kept in close contact with Rhys. He was there when they saw the photos and started reading through the comments.”

“How’d she take it?” 

“As best as you can imagine. Rhys said she kind of shut down on the drive over but turned it on once they got there and started meeting with everyone.”

Dieter’s heart sank, imagining the spiral she must be on as she tried to keep it together for Indy. All the studio execs probably had Google Alerts set for both of the girls as a precaution and as a means to suss out any potential liabilities and issues, so they no doubt knew about Belle and Dieter’s rumored, but very real, relationship. It pained him that he couldn’t be there to comfort her; maybe if he was with her the focus could have been on him instead. 

The smallest hint of a smile came across his face. He felt a combination of pride and awe in her strength – that she could compartmentalize all of these feelings and seemingly put on a brave face for Indy’s audition. She was stronger than she gave herself credit for.

“I need to talk to her….do you know how much longer they’ll be?” Dieter tried to sound even keel but he knew Liz could see right through it.

“I mean, they should probably be done soon. They have to get back to the airport, their flight leaves in a couple of hours.”

Dieter took a deep breath, trying to quell his anxiety. “Well, I’ll have my phone on me. Maybe if I can get downstairs Mere can get me ready and I can - ”

“Dee,” Liz cut him off. “Listen, I know your first instinct is to try and fix this, but she’s a big girl. Being with you isn’t going to be a cakewalk, you can’t shield her from this kind of stuff forever.” He stayed quiet for a moment, rubbing his temples. “What’s bothering you champ?”

“I…I just don’t want all of this to scare her off…like it’s going to be too much. That I'm too much. She didn’t ask for any of this, you know? What if she ends up deciding she’d rather not deal with it?”

“Dieter,” Liz paused, knowing she needed to be a bit more delicate than her normal tough love. “You love her right? And she loves you? Shit is going to be hard. I know it’s scary, but you have to just trust in each other. What do you want from her?”

“I don’t want anything from her. I…I just want everything with her.”

“Well, she’ll be back in…” Liz checked her watch, “eight hours. You can profess your ever-dying love then.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed. “Thanks. Hey, did you see those emails I sent you?”

“Yup, we’re checking them out – I’ll make sure we check out potential security issues to see if anything is an immediate no.”

“Thanks, Lizzie. I should probably get downstairs. Hey, I’ll have my phone on me. Anything else happens…anything…you call me. I don’t give a shit if we’re filming, you call me.”

“You got it champ….it’s all going to be ok, Dee.”

Previous chapter / Final chapter

A/N: So I know I haven’t always been the best with updating, but the last chapter is written and it will come out on Feb. 26!

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[sideeve]

SKYLINE TO HIS HEART ⭑ MILES MORALES

⭑ maybe love isn’t the only thing that can keep someone tied to you .

part 1 — part 2

⭑ miles morales x f!reader , cheating in part 2 , miles doing spider duty , love in the first chapter , i don’t know what to make of this

after finally having the guts to confess his feeling to you, miles felt like he was on cloud 9. your smile sent him to heaven every time. his sketchbook was filled with you. and my parents caught on quickly.

mrs. morales shot a picture at every given moment, despite miles’ groaning and whining every time.

he didn’t want to be anywhere you weren’t.

“miles,” you whined “let go. my dad is gonna kill me if i’m not home soon.”

“he’ll have to kill me too then.” he mumbles in your neck, his hushed breath tickling you. you giggle, “he wouldn’t hesitate. “just ask him to stay over. it’s a weekend.”

“he doesn’t trust you enough.” you lose the motivation to escape his grip, making him smile. “jerkface.” you murmured.

soon, your heavy lids closed, lulling you to sleep.

during the night, your phone blew up. messages, missed calls and voicemails from your father. “shit!” you fall out of miles’ grip, face planting on the floor, making you groan.

before you could make it out of his room, his voice stops you.

“baby? ¿a dónde vas? son como las 2 de la mañana.”

“too late for me to be here.” he groans at the realization.

“just tell him it’s my fault.” “that won’t end well for both of us.” you softly laugh, making him smile. “i’ll see you at school, mijo.” you peck his lips, but he wanted more. he didn’t want you to leave, not yet. he stood up as you backed away, deepening the kiss.

your lips were still attached to his as your hand held the doorknob. “miles.” you giggle, pulling away. “come on. i thought it would work.” he pouts. “maybe another day. not just this one.” you peck his cheek this time, leaving his house.

you didn’t hear the last of it from your father. he scolded you as soon as you opened the front door.

finally making it to your room, you changed your clothes into your night ones. before you fell asleep again, you texted miles goodnight.

mrs. morales 💓 : gn miles😘

mr. morales : gn😢i wish u were here rn

mrs. morales : me too bubba

you clicked your phone, quickly falling asleep.

3 months later

miles came running through your house, frantically looking for you. once he hit your room, he shut the door and locked it before exhaling a deep breath. “miles? honey, what’s wrong?” you raise a brow at him. “my whole day has been weird. i’m able to walk on walls, ceilings. i’m extra strong. like spiderman.” you huff, “it’s a little to early to be making jokes about him.” you remind him about his death. “i was there when it happened.”

you press your lips into a thin line, forcing yourself to believe him. “okay, i believe you.” “then this…guy…that looked like peter but fatter walked up to me and i shocked him. we had to swing around new york to escape the cops.”

you laugh. “that’s one hell-of-va dream you had.” you twist your chair back to your desk. “you gotta believe me. no one else did.” “what are you talking about?” you thought he was going crazy because of his uncle’s recent death.

“the other spidermen or women webbed me to a chair to go fight king pin. all because i couldn’t disappear on command.” he huffs. “do it.” “huh?” “do it right now.” his face grows upset. “don’t do it too.” you walk to him, taking his hands into yours. “calm your body, think of something that calms you and center yourself.” he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

before you knew it, miles’ body was disappearing in front of you. but you could still feel him. “holy shit. you did it!” miles’ reappears in front of you. “i did?” “well now you didn’t.” you giggle.

1 year later

for a year now, your boyfriend has been the one and only spiderman. and you (and ganke) have been his wingman and the only person that knows his secret identity.

and today was his father’s promotion party, hosted on his rooftop.

but you haven’t seen him since he’s dropped off the cake for his dad.

“mrs. morales, have you seen miles?” “i grounded him for his attitude. he’s been so rude and clos-” in the middle of her rant, your eyes drifted over to miles…and another girl?!

why was he so close to her? why was he nervous? why haven’t you seen him before? and why…did he just kiss her?

a tear rolls down your cheek, which didn’t go unnoticed by rio. “¿bebé? ¿por qué lloras?” her eyes move to your line of sight, immediately gasping. “honey, i am so-” before she could finish her apology, you left the rooftop, heartbroken.

the urge to burn everything of his was eating you to death. the letters of lies he wrote you. the drawings he gave you. the hoodies. everything.

a knock disrupts your haze. it was miles. “hey, my mom told me to check on you. you left the party early.” your mouth opened to spew the hateful words accumulating your mind but nothing came out except, “we’re over.” “what…?” he leaned back, baffled. “i saw you. with that girl. you kissed her. you were obviously in love with her so be with her.” he blinks in realization. “i didn’t-” “go!” you slammed the door in his face, sliding down it.

hot tears streamed down your face as you hyperventilated.

how could be do this to you? after everything you’ve been through? the things you’ve done for him. you were there when his uncle died.

how could he?

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[whirlwindimagines]

Hello! You're seriously one of the best writers for Trigun I've read! I'm super excited for future works!!! Would you be willing to write some angst? How about something like Knives continously pushing the reader away until the reader does truly disappear. You can decide how they disappear! But something introspective with Knives would be nice!

Anything for my number one fan 💙❄️💙❄️💙 CLOWN 🤡 I can’t believe you want to be down bad for Knives!!!!! Ignoring the fact I am too 🤡 I also can’t believe you read all my works get outta here 😭😭😭 song title is from Labour 😘 Also enjoy, I wasn’t sure where to go with this so open-ended it is! 

‘If our love died, would that be the worst thing?’

Millions Knives x Reader

You need to be the bigger person and let it go, you think to yourself as you know you're not going to let it go. Fighting with Knives wasn’t anything new, honestly, it’s been increasing lately. It’s more oh how the arguments went, he was dismissive at best and a childish asshole at worst and you were sick of it.

Not being able to sleep was also making these worse, you don’t even remember the last time you for a full night's rest. Knives coming in at any and all odd hours to wake up to work to continue with his plans. You knew it was important to him, it should be important to you too, but not at 3 am. You wish you go back to the early days when you were blinded by your love and commitment to knives.

You might have been a naive fool back then, but you were happy at least. And now you were starting to have doubts the closer and closer Knives got to his goals you were wavering and you don’t know what to do if Knives figured you out.

Being afraid of Knives was new to, fuck you didn’t know what to do. You were torn, because as fucked up as it all was you still loved him. How pathetic, your door opens with a slam and it startles you more than it should. Sitting up your eyes meet Knives pale blue ones, his eyes always seemed to glow in the dark.

“Come here.” His tone doesn’t leave room for arguments, but you feel like pushing it, him this thing you have. “I need to sleep, just because you don’t doesn’t mean I’ll magically be capable without it” you lay back down with a huff, heart racing as his footsteps approaches the side of the bed. 

He reaches for you grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you up, and it brings you to tears at how gentle his grip is even though his eyes are furious. “I wasn’t asking, I am not impressed by your latest tantrums.”��

You scoff you try to pull your arm back, but he tightens his grip, it’s not painful but you don’t know what will happen if you keep pushing. You know Knives was prone to violence, but he has never struck you. He probably wanted to, but Knives was complicated some days he couldn’t stand touching you the human you. And then some days he couldn’t leave you alone demanding your attention.

“My tantrums?” You hiss, you step into his face getting chest to chest with him, “if anyone been throwing a tantrum lately it’s you, I don’t want to fight with you Knives I’m tired. Why don’t you stay?” The more you talk the more the fight drains out of you. 

He drops your wrist, “if you won’t be of use then I have no reason for you.” He says it coldly and it hurts more than it should, “fine.” You reply, stepping back and sitting on the bed. “Goodnight, Knives.” He doesn’t reply as he turns and leaves, leaving you to yourself. 

Getting back under the covers, you force yourself not to cry. You’d deal with this in the morning, forcing yourself to sleep.

Morning comes quickly, you lay there for a while pondering what you should do next. You have no desire in talking to Knives, so you figure you’ll just work the day away. Knives will find you when he wants you, frowning at the thought. What were you a loyal dog waiting for their master's return?  

With that thought you force yourself from the bed and out of the room, leaving your mind perfectly blank as you continue throughout the day. Every once in a while, the memory of last night will play in your mind but you push it aside. You don’t see knives today, or the next, or even the next. 

He must be ignoring you, hating to admit you missed him. Fine if he didn’t want to talk to you, then you would seek him out instead. Marching through the halls with a purpose, you know exactly where he’ll be, already hearing the keys of a piano. He is still playing when you enter the large room, moving forward to stand beside him. 

Waiting for him to finish you speak, “I’ve always loved listening to you play, it’s been a while huh?” He doesn’t reply, and you frown reaching out a hand towards him you call out his name, and he turns quickly gripping your wrist.

“Why are you here.” So that’s how he wants to be, you sigh, “I just wanted to check up on you, we haven’t spoken– “ 

His grip tightens, and your breath hitches as he does his grip near painful, he stands narrowing his eyes at you, “whatever pathetic human emotions you are trying to convey don’t. You have become nothing but an obstacle to my endeavors.” 

You can only stare wide eyes, there is something different this time about the way he speaks to you, and your blood runs hot with anger. So, after everything, this is what Knives has come to? “Seriously? An obstacle? Is that all I am to you? After everything! All I’ve done for you it just means nothing.” 

Knives shoves you back harshly, and you stumble falling back and catching yourself on your elbows, he looks down at you as he speaks, “You are nothing to me, a means to an end.” You hate that the tears come, you hate that he’s breaking your heart and he doesn’t even care. Quickly getting to your feet the argument catches in your throat.

Fine 

You were done, this was the breaking point you needed out if that meant by his hand or yours. They would never let you escape, no not with you knew you needed to be clever, the weak and pathetic human Knives thought you were. Those who deserted the cause were met with death, you knew that yet you were not afraid.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way, I won’t bother you again.” You can’t meet his gaze; Knives doesn’t say anything just scoffs turning his back to you. As if on autopilot you reach out a hand to him, but bring it back grasping your shirt over your heart instead. 

You leave and do not look back. 

Time is not something that Knives bothers keeping track of, day and night does not matter to him. And yet he knows the passing of time has been slow without you by his side. You’ll come crawling back, it was in your human nature to not leave well enough alone.

Knives presses the keys of the piano, not playing a tune but little melodies. His mind keeps drifting to you, he knew you liked to watch him play, in a moment of weakness he had asked if you wanted to to learn how to play.

And he hates the way your eyes lit up at his words, he hated more how you made him feel in that moment, but what he hated the most is the feeling of missing you. You who was just a human, nothing but a spark in his life that would sizzle out to nothing, and he would continue on as if nothing happened. 

Slamming his hands on the piano keys he stands; he turns heading towards your room. He doesn’t need you, he doesn’t. Knives just wants to… well he doesn’t know what he wants and that frustrates him to no end. 

Opening the door with our knocking, his pale eyes dart around the room you’re not here. Walking toward the bed he placed a hand on the sheets, they are cold you haven’t been here for a while. How strange considering your constant complaints about needing sleep. 

He leaves to continue his search but isn’t able to find a trace of you. He’s not concerned, he isn’t. But he’s searched the whole damn place and nothing like you’ve ever even existed. And for some reason that scares him, more than he wants to admit. 

Then he hears the rumors, you fled in the night and didn’t look back. How you probably didn’t get far, no deserter does. The first emotion was anger, at you for leaving, for betraying him. It was the emotion he held on to the longest, then he needed to act. You haven’t been found yet, and when you were he didn’t want you killed. No, he needed you back here so he could deal with you himself.

That’s what he kept telling himself at least, the more nothing came of the search the more desperate he felt for you, now you really have turned into a distraction. He can’t afford to spend his time looking for you, he knows he has more important things to be doing. 

Knives forces himself to focus on his goals, pushing you to the back of his mind and this works for a while. But when he’s alone, or can’t seem to concentrate his mind always drifts to you and he hates you for it because after everything deep down he knows he feels something for you. 

This is bad and he knows it, he has to let it go so he will for now.

a/n: @hermitagecats Love you! <3

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[silvershiningtarot]

👶🏽👼🏾18+ PAC 👼🏾👼🏾👶🏽Channeled Message From Your Kids👼🏾💋

👼🏾Take a Deep Breath and Take five second to inhale and Exhale. I hope it Brings you clarity and comfort to yourself and babies from the universe. Remember this is a GENERAL READING! Take what resonate and leave the rest.

Pile1: Your Kids or Kid wanna send you a message through me so I hope you enjoy it as much I did.

“Hello Mommy

I just wanna say how beautiful you are, the way you smile makes me happy. I love it when you are having a good day mommy. Can I ask you something? Are you ready to be a family with me? I’m already born with you. Tell me all the stories about how you met Daddy, all the vacations you went to and the way you grew up in your home life. I wanna experience everything with you mommy. I wish that I was there right now, hug you and kiss you on the cheek. So you can tickle me while I’m laughing. Seeing you laugh mommy is amazing. Can you sing a lullaby song so I can go to sleep? Can you come to bed with me? I wanna grow up just like you. Lol 😂 I have so many dreams and goals I wanna share with you mommy. I’m so happy you are my mommy. Because you are the best mom in the world to me. I know that you haven’t been okay but I hope I brighten your day. Even though I’m not here yet with you, I can always say to you that you are already the best mom in the world. You always guide me just like I’m guiding me through life that you are ready to bring me soon. Pick up your crown 👑 mommy, you deserve it. It’s yours. No matter what, don't let your crown fall any more. I love you so much, I feel your love ❤️ in you mom. I can feel your energy within you. It’s rushing through me. Thanks 😊. I can’t wait to talk to Dad about this soon. I can’t wait to have the adventures. Even when I do something bad I can’t wait for you to yell at me and tell me that’s wrong. I’ll use my baby face and say sorry haha 😂.. I love you mommy. You always have the light within you, don’t lose it mommy. I will love you forever and ever ♾️”

Pile 2:

“kiss kiss 💋 Mommy. Do you like my drawing that I drew for you today?. I’ve made you a present 🎁. I hope that you do. Awe 🫢 mom don’t cry 😢, those tears shouldn’t run down those cheeks beside I can draw you another one. Mom, you need to relax yourself. You’ve been too hard on yourself lately, why don’t you just relax yourself today. Let’s watch a movie together, can we please. Or we can play a game. Do you need anything mommy? You’re my best friend , you know that right. I see how much love you give to me. Even when I get on your nerves sometimes. Well how about this, this time can I read you a story. Mommy I’ve been thinking, why don’t you put on some music and we can dance around. I love it when you are a happy mommy. Because it makes me happy, don’t you feel the same way? Mommy can you tuck me into bed. Give me a goodnight kiss 😘. I love you so much mommy, I can’t wait for you share stories with me, I can’t wait to hug 🫂, laugh with you and act all foolish with you mommy. Love ❤️ you mommy. I can hear you when you are asleep. I’m watching over you until I come home to you again.”

Pile 3:

“Oooh, I’m so excited we're gonna have another baby. Cool, Am I going to have a baby brother or sister? Can I tell you something mommy? I hope this brightens up your day. I miss you mommy. I’m so excited to be a family with you. Tell me the stories of how I came to be. Haha 😂 I’ll keep a secret mommy. It seems like I can tell you anything in the world. Thank you so much for being my inspiration and being my mom. I feel like it’s a boy this time. We are having another boy. I’m excited to have another boy. Are you excited? I can’t wait for you to help me with my homework. Saying girls or guys they got the cooties. I realize that mommy 🤭. I know that you’ve been having a hard time today but that’s okay. I hope this letter brings you so much happiness and joy from your son. I wonder, What kind of name would you give me? I’ve been really curious about something, but I’ve been watching over you and daddy too. Daddy has a big forehead 😂😂🤭. It looks like a football field. Haha 😂 sorry for being mean to daddy, it's love. But anyways I love you mommy. I know you love me, I know you don’t know me yet but I know of you and daddy too. Thank you for talking to me. I just wanted to share this message with you because I love you 💕 forever mommy, you're my greatest friend in the world and inside and out you are an amazing mommy.”

Pile 4:

“Peek a boo Mommy I see you, 🤭🤭. Wanna play a game with me mommy. I know you are worried about me. I just wanna tell you no need to worry I’m okay mama. Kiss kiss 💋 you’ve been through a lot in your life, I’ve seen it before I’ve always been watching you even when you were young like me. Whenever you see that one brightest star ⭐️ that’s me shining my light on you mommy. That’s my gift to you. The universe wanted me to tell you that I’m your son and daughter talking to you. I know both of us, just know that I’m protecting my sister here. Soon as we come into this world together. I know we’ll be a happy family together forever, even when we don’t get along sometimes but it’ll never change between us mommy. I can’t wait to go shopping with you, picking out my favorite toys and clothes and my own room too. Drawing on the walls and coloring books. I wanna dance with you on stage and sing along with you mommy. I’ll beat up daddy for you whenever he’s driving you crazy. Haha 😂 Mommy I sent you messages. I feel like I’ve been ignored or you have been ignoring me mommy. I don’t like that it makes me cry. But don’t worry, I hope my message this time brightens up your day today mommy. Whenever you see the stars, drawing or a sign. Think of me mommy, that’s me communicating with you. I just wanna be in your arms right now mommy. I don’t like it when you don’t want to talk about things. Makes me sad 😔 when you cry 😢 or whoever your feeling down, even daddy too. I feel it when both of you are down. I’m proud to be your kid. I’m forever your kid from the stars and always being looked after because of you. Mommy close your eyes. Peek a boo, I see you haha 😂. I love you mommy. Forever grateful to you. Don’t worry I’m saved because you are safe. Your love and energy keeps me safe and alive. Whenever you stress mommy, I’m stressed. Try to sleep for me, I know you’ll take care of me. Just like I’ll take care of you even when I grow up.”

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Something There (Chapter 9)

7.1k words Roy Kent x Reader Warnings: Language, moment of violence (yay!), one scene of angst, lots of fluff and buildup A/N: Okay now THIS is my favorite chapter! I listened to Taylor's 'Daylight' for most of this, highly recommend 😘

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He wasn’t letting go of her. Not this time.

Roy squeezed her tight, letting his cheek rest on her hair, the hair that smelled like fucking lavender and vanilla and was just as soft as he remembered. She felt good, pressed close to his heart like this. Right. Like she belonged there. The way she clung to him, trembling ever so slightly, told him that she was thinking the same thing.

Saying something would break the spell. So, Roy kept his mouth shut, wishing they could stay here, in this little office with its humming air conditioning and fluorescent lights, and forget about reporters and tabloids and non-boyfriends and hell, even forget about football. All he wanted was right there, in his arms, clutching to him like he was a life preserver in a storm.

But of course, staying frozen like this forever wasn’t a real option.

The sound of someone walking through the Greyhounds office had them releasing each other, not quite stepping away, as if they couldn’t bear parting, not quite yet.

Ted stood in the doorway, mouth open and eyebrows raised, glancing from one manager to the other. “I, uh, just wanted to see how you’re doin’,” he finally said, nodding to Buck. “That was a hell of a press conference, Coach.”

“Thanks,” she murmured, wiping her damp face; Roy realized she’d been crying into his shoulder. “I’m, uh, pretty tired. Should be heading home.”

Ted nodded, his face telling Roy he was sorry for interrupting. “Yeah, you get some rest. You deserve a good night’s sleep.” He offered a small wave. “Goodnight, coaches.”

Both managers mumbled their goodbyes to Ted before turning back to each other.

“I should go home,” she finally repeated, taking a step backwards to her desk, where her things were waiting to be packed up.

Roy nodded, suddenly unsure about what to do with his hands if they weren’t holding her. “Yeah, yeah. But listen-” He cleared his throat, eyes on the ceiling. “You… deserve to celebrate. Taking first place, the press conference, surviving all the shit we’ve been through. Maybe next week, when you’re up for it, I could… buy you a beer or something?”

When he forced himself to look at her, the corners of her red lips were tugging upwards. “Yeah. I’d like that, Kent.”

Before he could say anything else, his mobile vibrated in his pocket, further breaking the spell. He pulled it out, only vaguely registering the name on the screen.

“Answer it,” she hummed, starting to pack up her bag. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Roy nodded and started backing into his own office. “See you later.” He turned, answering his mobile as he walked through his office, into the changing room. “Hello?”

“Roy.” Trent’s voice was that serious tone he often used. “I, uh, got that information you asked for.”

Oh, shit. “Right, right. Anything… interesting?” he glanced over his shoulder as he entered the empty hallway, making sure he was alone.

Trent’s sigh sounded tired. “Oh, it’s interesting, alright,” he muttered dryly. “So, the photos were taken, but they weren’t going to be released. Keeley had done a good job convincing The Richmond Star to sit on them.”

“The fucking Richmond Star?” Roy’s chest tightened; he knew that paper.

“Yeah.” Trent paused. “They were going to just ignore them until… one of their reporters saw them. And gave them to another publication.”

Roy stopped in the middle of the hallway, ready to punch a wall. “Any idea who the reporter might’ve been?”

The hesitation on Trent’s end gave Roy his answer before the writer even spoke. “George Willows.”

“FUCK!”

Trent cleared his throat. “Figured you’d feel that way,” he hummed. He sighed. “I hate that it’s him. She’s… she’s lovely. She doesn’t deserve that.” The next pause was heavy. “Are you going to tell her?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Gotta… gotta think.” He let out a low, growling sigh. “Thanks, Trent. Really.”

“Good luck, Roy.”

~

Keeley had, thankfully, forgiven me for going off-script. On the contrary, she thought my rant was brilliant and long overdue. Rebecca, while concerned about the language and the reaction from shareholders, was proud of me.

After a the most light-hearted practice the Whippets had had in weeks, I found myself in my office, going over the report on our next opponent, determined to keep our first-place status.

“Hi there, Coach.” Ted Lasso stood in the doorway, smile on his face. “How was training today?”

“Good,” I chirped, waving him in. “Anything I can do for you, Ted?”

He shrugged and leaned on my desk. “Just didn’t get to chat last night.” His eyes searched my face curiously. “Sorry for, uh, interrupting.”

My face went warm. “It’s fine,” I murmured, looking down at my report. “We were just-”

“No need to explain,” he assured me, clearly trying not to grin goofily. “It was an emotional night for ya. For Roy too.” He raised his eyebrows. “The two of you… deserve something good. Some happiness.”

“The two of us,” I repeated with a little cough. “I mean-”

Ted placed his hand on top of mine, silencing me. “Lemme just say one thing. I know we’re practically strangers and it’s none of my business, but I dunno. I feel like I know a thing or two about a thing or two.”

My curiosity was piqued. “What’s up?”

After a quick glance around, Ted leaned in close. “Roy… he thinks you’re special. You know that right? Because it’s obvious to anyone with eyes. Heck, Helen Keller would be able to tell ya that Roy thinks the world of you.”

My heart stuttered as I looked at Ted. “I- you know, he-”

“But Roy’s pretty darn special too,” Ted continued. “He is so darn good. He’d do just about anything for the people he cares about. He’s got to be one of the most passionate people I have ever had the pleasure of knowin’. The man is a great coach and an incredible friend.” He cleared his throat. “Like I said, just a real special guy. And…” He shook his head. “I dunno. I think, and I’m sure a lot of other people think, that maybe you two… could be somethin’ special… together.” He threw his hands up as he hopped off my desk. “I said my piece. You can ignore me if you want, like I said it’s not really my place to talk.” He started towards the door, pausing halfway out of the office to look at me one more time. “But Roy… well if you let him, he’d care about you like no one’s business.” With a friendly nod, he was gone, leaving me alone with thoughts full of Roy Kent.

~

It was like Roy’s mind was at war with itself for a couple of days after the Whippets match. On the one hand, he was so angry with what he’d learned from Trent. Of course fucking Willows was behind this whole mess; the man was scum, after all. And the fact that her trust had been so fucking violated just crushed Roy. And now he had to figure out a way to tell her that didn’t look like he was just trying to break them up. Fucking hell.

But, even with all this inner turmoil, Roy couldn’t help feeling… happy. She was smiling at him, cracking jokes, and a couple of times he caught her gazing thoughtfully through the window from her office to his. Something had shifted, and Roy’s heart was soaring.

Still. How was he supposed to tell her who was behind their shared hell?

He was contemplating this when Rebecca bumped into him in the hallway.

“Oh, Roy, just who I was hoping to see.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Really?”

She nodded, stepping closer. “I was wondering how you’re doing. We haven’t had a chance to talk since… well, the other night.” Her eyebrows flew up. “That press conference was interesting, wasn’t it?”

“Interesting,” Roy repeated, shifting his weight and his gaze. “Yeah, you could call it that.”

As if summoned by Roy’s discomfort, the Whippets’ coaches walked by, chattering quietly. The two managers locked eyes, and Roy was the recipient of the softest smile, the kind that made his breath hitch and his fingertips tingle. He nodded back, keeping his eyes on her as she continued down the hall; to his absolute delight, she glanced back at him before disappearing around a corner.

Rebecca’s face softened as she watched the manager squirm. “Roy Kent, when are you going to fucking tell her how you feel?”

He sighed, glancing around, praying no one could hear the two of them. “Rebecca-”

“No, don’t ‘Rebecca’ me,” she scolded in a low voice. “Come on, Roy, I’m sick of seeing you stumble around here in this little daze. There’s something between you two, we all know it. It’s so damn obvious. It’s been there for months. Hell, it’s probably been there since the day she arrived. So go fucking tell her that you have real feelings for her.”

“Rebecca,” he warned, face burning. “It’s not that fucking simple-”

She rolled her eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stop getting in the way of your own happiness. Stop acting helpless, because you’re not. You’re Roy fucking Kent! You deserve to be happy.”

Roy felt his blood boil as he finally snapped at his boss. “And you’re Rebecca fucking Welton! So when are you going to stop pretending you don’t love Ted and let yourself be happy?”

The color draining from Rebecc’s face told Roy he was right on the money. It wasn’t as if it was some great secret; everyone knew there was more than friendship between the owner and former manager. Well, maybe everyone except the owner and manager in question.

“Exactly,” Roy went on, confident that he’d ended this particular conversation. “When you talk to Ted about your feelings, I’ll talk to Bucky about mine.” He nodded, more to himself, and began to turn to walk away; Rebecca’s hand on his wrist stopped him in his tracks.

“Fine.”

Before Roy could say another word, Rebecca dragged him down the halls of the Dog Track, ignoring the curious looks of the people they passed as her heels click, click, clicked against the tile. She didn’t stop her quick pace until they were in the Greyhounds office, where Ted was chatting pleasantly with Beard.

Ted’s eyes lit up at the sight of Rebecca. “Well, hey there-”

“Ted Lasso,” Rebecca commanded, releasing Roy’s wrist. “Are you ever going to kiss me?”

Roy had never seen Ted’s face so pale. “I-” the American choked, Beard wide-eyed next to him. “Well, gee- Becca, we-”

Rebecca took a step forward, raising a cool eyebrow at Ted. “Oklahoma.”

“Well, shoot.”

He cupped her face carefully and pulled her into a deep kiss; behind them, Beard’s arms were in the air as his mouth widened in a silent scream. Roy felt his ears go warm, his heart drumming with a mix of annoyance at Rebecca’s frankness and joy at seeing these two finally admit how they felt. He could also feel a twinge of envy in his chest; fuck, he wished he could be so honest.

Rebecca released Ted and turned to Roy, a goofy grin on her face. “There,” she hummed triumphantly. “Your turn, Kent. Off with you.” She looked back to Ted, fixing the collar on his polo shirt. “This one and I have some things to discuss.”

Blinking a few times, Roy turned his head towards the Whippets office, where Lucas stood with wide eyes. Realizing the answer to his current problem had been just through that door this whole time, Roy quickly ducked into the office, leaving the lovebirds behind.

“What in the world-?”

Roy shook his head and closed the door behind him. “Don’t fucking ask.” He glanced around. “She around?”

Lucas shook his head, clearly trying not to grin. “Want me to go get her for you?”

“No.” Roy cleared his throat, ignoring the heat on his face. “Lucas… I need your help with something.”

~

Today was the day, I decided. For a couple days now, I’d wondered if Roy was going to remind me about that beer he’d offered me. Even though we were on better terms than we’d ever been- saying hello when we passed one another, laughing, heck just smiling at each other- he hadn’t said anything else about grabbing a drink.

Of course, I didn’t mention a word about that to George. Things were icy since the press conference, with him insisting on going out to dinner the night after, which resulted in my picture going up on Twitter. But honestly, I didn’t care too much. Like I’d told everyone- I wanted to focus on my team.

Which I was admittedly struggling with since hugging Roy Kent.

Still, I did my best to get on with my day, running practice like I wasn’t wondering why Roy hadn’t asked me for a beer again. By the time Lucas and I made our way back to our office after most everyone else had left for the day, I was mentally composing a text to the Greyhound if he was free the next night. I threw my bag over my shoulder, mumbling something to Lucas about George picking me up for dinner. When I saw the sour look on his face, I sighed.

“What?”

He blinked at me. “What, what?”

“Luke,” I started slowly. “You’ve been weirdly quiet today. And the couple times I’ve mentioned George, you made these faces like you want to throw up. Is there something I should know?”

I had never seen such discomfort in my assistant coach’s expression; it had my stomach knotting up. “Bucky…” He ran his hands over his face. “Yesterday… I found out who leaked your photos.”

My heart nearly stopped in my chest. “You… you…” I clutched my bag, knuckles turning white as my voice lowered. “Who was it?”

Lucas closed his eyes, wincing. “George.”

It felt like all the wind was knocked out of me. “George?” I repeated, barely croaking it out. “As in my George?”

“Yeah.” Lucas rubbed the back of his neck, not quite looking me in the eye. “Trent Crimm, you know Trent, apparently he did some digging around… and found out that the Star had the original photos and… and George, well he passed them along to another publication.”

I sank into my chair, staring up at Brandi Chastain. “Why would he do that?” I whispered.

Lucas leaned on my desk, tenderly placing a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Bucky. Really. I know I pushed you to go out with him, I know I-”

“No, Lukey,” I murmured, using the nickname I only called him when he was truly upset. “You didn’t know. Don’t you dare feel bad.”

He shook his head. “I’m gonna kill him,” he muttered, leaning back. “I swear, Bucky, when he walks through that door, I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna go home,” I told him, standing up. “And you’re going to get some rest, and you’re going to come into work tomorrow like normal. And you’re going to go to tomorrow night’s Greyhound’s match with me. And we’re going to keep winning and leave all this shit behind us, alright?”

“What are you gonna-”

I shrugged. “Gonna tell him I know. Gonna give him exactly two seconds to explain himself. Then gonna have him permanently banned from Nelson Road.” I stood and offered Lucas my closed fist. “I’ll be fine.”

Lucas tapped his fist to mine. “Call me when you get home.”

After he left, I sat in my chair, not bothering to take off my bag, just staring at the hallway door. When George appeared, he was wearing that smile, that boyish, charming smile, the one that used to make my heart flutter.

“Hey, you,” he hummed, not noticing the stony expression I wore. “What d’you want for dinner? I heard about this great new restaurant-”

“Why the fuck did you do it?” I was on my feet, face burning. “Why the ever-loving fuck would you give those photos to someone to publish?”

He cleared his throat, shuffling his feet. “No, see, Buck-“

“Fucking explain it,” I interrupted, bringing my face to his. “Tell me why you would put me through absolute hell. Why you would do something that put my reputation, my job, my everything at risk.” I blinked, refusing to let this man see my tears. “Tell me, George.”

For the first time since we met, his face held no confidence, only panic. “See, this is what happens to women who-who sleep with Roy Kent,” he stammered. “Honestly, aren’t you glad you found out now and not later? That being with Roy Kent is the wrong thing for you?”

“Oh my fucking-” I felt like everything was spinning. “You absolute jackass,” I groaned. “You piece of absolute shit. Because you were jealous that I had sex with Roy Kent, you told the world I had sex with Roy Kent? And this was supposed to make me want to be with you? I should fucking-”

“Buck?” Roy stood in the doorway between our offices, eyes wide as he stared at me. “You alri-” His gaze landed on George. “Oh, you fucking twat.” He stormed across the office, putting himself between us, chest to chest with the reporter. “You have three seconds to get the fuck out of here, otherwise, I will cut off your-”

“Roy.” I pulled him back by the shoulder, shaking my head at him.

He immediately stepped back, eyes never leaving George’s face and fists staying clenched at his side.

I whirled back around on George. “You need to leave,” I said in my lowest voice. “And you need to never, ever fucking talk about me, think about me, or write about either of us ever again. Or I will hunt you down and show you why I led the NWSL in fouls in my first season.”

George scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Maybe the two of you deserve each other,” he grumbled, nodding towards Roy. “Two washed-up has-beens, coaching low-rate teams, trying to stay relevant. Apparently the only time you’re relevant is when you’re getting fucked by that broken old bastard. No wonder you want to keep him around.”

It had been a couple decades since the last time I punched a boy on the playground, probably after an insult much less vulgar than this one. But as I looked at the smug look on George Willows’s face, I definitely remembered how. My fist connected harshly with his jaw with a satisfying thump. He staggered backwards, clutching his face.

“Bitch,” he hissed, stumbling towards the door. “Fucking bitch.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled, cradling my fist in my other hand. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

We stood in silence as George trudged out, the sounds of his footsteps echoing through the otherwise empty halls. When I finally turned to look at Roy, he was already gazing at me with wide eyes, clutching his own jaw. The look of pure admiration in his eyes was almost enough to make me forget what I’d just learned.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed. “That might have been the coolest fucking shit I have ever seen.”

I blinked at him for a moment, ignoring the pain in my hand. “Did you know?” I asked softly, taking a step towards him.

He looked down at my hand, tentatively taking it and holding it up. “Let’s get you some fucking ice,” he murmured. His soft eyes met mine again. “And then I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

Roy kept my hand in his as he led me to the treatment room, only letting go so he could find an ice pack while I hopped up on the treatment table. He turned back to me, more confident now as he lifted my hand off my lap and pressed the ice pack to it, watching my face carefully as he continued to hold my hand. I scooched closer to the end of the table, letting my knees brush against the front of his thighs.

“I… asked Trent to do some digging,” he finally began. “And he called me after your press conference.”

“That was the phone call you got in the office.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah.”

I tried to focus on his words instead of how incredibly close he was, close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my face. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Think about it,” he chuckled glancing down at our hands. “You know I fucking hate the guy. You know I wasn’t… excited about you being with him.” He shrugged. “It’d look like I was just trying to break you up or some shit, like I was… I dunno…”

Like he was jealous.

“No, I get that.” I ducked my head, willing him to look me in the eye again. “So you told Lucas?”

He glanced up through his eyelashes. “So I told Lucas,” he confirmed. “Told him he could even call Trent if he wanted to confirm. You… you could call him too if you want. If you need to confirm.”

“I don’t need to.”

The corner of his mouth tugged upwards. “Well, I’m not going to pretend that seeing you punch that twat wasn’t the most bad-ass thing I’ve ever seen.” He cleared his throat. “But I am sorry it happened this way.” His eyes were again on our hands, his thumb slowly stroking my skin. “I… would never want to see you hurt.”

“Thank you.” I followed his gaze, a warmth filling my chest as I realized how nice his hand felt in mine. “Can I ask…” I trailed off.

“Anything.”

I wrinkled my nose, thinking for a moment. “Why’d you hate him in the first place? The whole thing with throwing a chair at him?” I couldn’t help but grin. “Which I now realize was probably well-deserved.”

He gave a full smirk now. “Fucking ’course it was,” he hummed. “It’s… pretty shitty, honestly.” With a sigh, he threw his head back, as if wondering where to start. “See, he always had some shit to say about my private life when I was a player. And it was really fucking annoying.” He scowled as he looked back down. “And, see, there was this whole thing… with Keeley… and some fucking video of her… a private video…”

“Oh.” It suddenly made sense why Keeley had fought so hard for me and my photos; fuck, I wanted to hug her.

“Yeah. We were already broken up, and it had nothing to do with me, but, you know, fucking hurt like hell to see her go through that.” He cleared his throat. “And George fucking Willows decided to ask me if I’d seen the video and if I knew who it was for. So, I threw my fucking chair at him.” He shook his head. “That’s why I was so pissed seeing the two of you together, even without… the gala stuff. And I should have fucking said something. Should’ve told you exactly the kind of shit he was from the moment he started sniffing around you. It’s my fucking fault.”

I shook my head. “Come on, Roy. You know I wouldn’t have believed you back then. I wouldn’t have even let you finish one sentence about him.”

After a heavy pause, Roy offered me a small smile. “We’ve… come a long fucking way, haven’t we?”

“Yeah.”

My heart hammered as we gazed at each other, holding hands in the quiet treatment room. It felt just like the night of my press conference, when we hugged in my office and just held each other. Quiet, calm, natural. Good. Like we weren’t dealing with all the shit we were dealing with, like we were just frozen in this moment. Like we could finally have a moment of peace.

“Any chance I could drive you home?” His soft eyes were begging me to say yes.

But the realization of everything that had just happened tonight came crashing down around me; as tempted as I was to accept the ride home, maybe suggest a detour to a pub, I knew I needed to say-

“Some other time.” I cleared my throat and nodded down to my hand. “Kind of want to walk. Just take the evening to myself. Get some rest. Ice this thing some more.”

If he was disappointed, he wasn’t going to tell me. “Yeah, I get that.” He stepped back and helped me down from the table. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

I nodded. “Yeah.” I squeezed his hand before reluctantly letting go. “I’ll be at your match, by the way.”

“Well.” He smirked, flexing the hand I’d been holding. “Here’s hoping I can impress you as much as you impressed me the other night.”

My face warmed as I tried to figure out what to say; honestly, I just wanted to prolong our conversation, not say goodnight and walk out of this room and away from whatever moment we were having. Seeing Roy haloed in the fluorescent light, I wondered what would happen if I just leaned forward and-

“Oh.” Will stood in the doorway, holding a laundry basket. “Hello, coaches.”

Roy took a small step away from me, eyebrows raised. “Will.” His eyes shifted to me before returning to the kitman. “How much this did you hear this time?”

Will shrugged. “Walking home, going to the game, impressing each other.”

“Right.” Roy cleared his throat and turned back to me. “Goodnight, Coach. I’d shake your hand but…” He nodded to my hand, still red from the ice pack, and let out a little huff of a chuckle. “Anyways, goodnight.”

“Night,” I echoed, turning back to the door. “Goodnight, Will.”

He nodded to me, clearly trying not to grin. “Goodnight, Coach.”

As I walked out, I could hear Roy’s voice, rough and low.

“Will. Not a fucking word.”

“I know.”

~

Roy wasn’t sure the last time he’d been this nervous for a match. It had nothing to do with their opponent; he knew his team could beat Sheffield, that was no problem. But tonight she would be watching him, and that had him feeling a bit like he did when he was a young man and would have a girlfriend come watch him for the first time: giddy, excited, desperate to impress.

As he took his spot in the dugout, he found himself looking up into Rebecca’s box. Sure enough, there were both Whippets’ coaches, chattering with Rebecca and Ted and Keeley, laughter all around. His heart melted a little, seeing her so carefree, as if she hadn’t just been betrayed and wasn’t still being watched and judged. Ever since her press conference, she seemed to not care anymore; she ignored the papps who still wandered in the parking lot, she had told Keeley to not bother mentioning any Twitter trends, and she laughed at the cover of some magazine featuring an unflattering photo of her mid-sentence in that press conference.

Almost as if she could feel his gaze, she looked down at the dugout, locking eyes with Roy. Her red-lipped smile widened as she gave a little wave, one Roy found himself returning with a grin of his own. He ignored the clearly amused looks from his friends in the owner’s box, as well as the knowing chuckles from his fellow coaches. It was clear to everyone at Nelson Road that something had changed, and for once, Roy found that he didn’t care about people knowing his business.

Not when his business was her.

“I see we have some visitors,” Beard hummed, raising his eyebrows at Roy.

Roy shrugged, turning his attention to the pitch. “Yeah,” he murmured, wondering if his blush could be seen from the owner’s box. “Nice of them to come.”

The two assistant coaches exchanged grins, shaking their heads at the pleased expression Roy couldn’t quite hide.

To Roy’s delight, the Greyhounds outdid themselves, playing better than they had all season. It was almost as if the guys knew he was hoping to impress her; it wouldn’t completely surprise him if that was exactly the case. When the final whistle blew on a 4-1 win, Roy found his eyes gravitating to the owner’s box; she was already looking at him. She offered him a grin and a playful shrug, almost as if to say Yeah, you impressed me. He tapped his fingers to his temple, saluting up to her with a smirk.

He could get used to his, having her at his matches. He considered asking her to come again to bring him luck, because she clearly did tonight. He definitely felt damn lucky receiving that smile after a win.

His stride was uncharacteristically light as he entered the changing room, where he shouted compliments at his team, who were all wearing the most shit-eating grins he’d ever seen. Those grins only grew when the Whippet coaches popped in to offer their congratulations. As she went around giving hugs and high-fives to the team, Roy couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes kept shifting to find him; he was sure everyone else noticed too.

Finally, she approached him, offering her hand. “Good job out there, Coach.”

He gently shook her outstretched hand, melting a little at her wince. “Your hand alright?”

“Definitely bruised,” she mumbled, making a face. “But fucking worth it.”

Roy nodded. “Well, if you need some help icing it some more…”

“You’re my first call,” she assured him, smirking. They stayed there for a moment, exchanging smirks, fully aware of the eyes on them. It took Jamie asking if she saw his two goals to finally bring them back down to earth. After answering Jamie, she gave Roy a friendly little shove and turned to walk out.

“Oi.”

She stopped, looking back at him with a coolly raised eyebrow.

Roy shrugged, suddenly bashful. “So? Did I impress you?”

Her coy laugh had his heart stuttering. “I’ll let you know when you buy me that beer you owe me.” With a teasing wave, she linked arms with a smirking Lucas and strutted out, taking Roy’s gaze with her.

Shaking his head and chuckling to himself, Roy made his way to his office, where he found Ted, Beard, and Nate all waiting for him, expectation on their faces. He raised his eyebrows at them, closing the door behind him; he had a feeling he didn’t want the team to hear whatever this conversation was going to be.

“Yes?”

Ted spoke up. “Y’all are pretty darn cute together.”

Roy scoffed, pretending he didn’t love hearing the word together. “Fuck off,” he mumbled, not really meaning it as he took his seat.

Nate leaned on his desk dreamily. “You ask her out yet?”

“No.” He glanced down at his hands, thinking about holding hers. “Should I?”

“Yes,” all three men practically shouted.

Beard leaned back in his chair. “Roy, it’s pretty damn obvious the two of you like each other,” he pointed out. “You two’ve been very friendly, smiling at each other like you’re a couple of kids. And tonight she was like your own personal cheerleader. Please put us all out of our misery and ask that woman out.”

For once, Roy didn’t argue. Instead, he looked at his friends with something close to anxiety in his eyes. “How?” He cleared his throat. “Everything that’s happened… Don’t think I can just walk up and say ‘Hey let’s go to dinner and a fucking movie’, now can I?”

“That’s true,” Beard murmured, raising his eyebrows at Ted. “Sounds like what Roy needs is a…”

Ted snapped his fingers. “Grand gesture.”

Roy wrinkled his nose. “Excuse me?”

“Y’all are in the third act of your love story,” Ted explained, practically bouncing. “The rules of rom-communism state you need a grand gesture to show her how ya feel, somethin’ special and big, like- like runnin’ through the airport or holdin’ a boom box over your head or paying the dowry for her teenage sister to marry a slimy soldier.” He shrugged. “Show her how important and special she is to you.”

“Grand gesture,” Roy mumbled, tapping his fingers on his desk. “Grand fucking gesture.”

Sure. Roy could do that- right?

~

The following week was a blur of football, the announcement that Ted Lasso would be coming back onboard as a scout for both teams, continuing to field annoying questions from journalists, and, dare I say, flirting with Roy Kent. We had resumed running together in the evenings, time now filled with making fun of the reality tv playing in front of us as we pretended that we weren’t eyeing each other yearningly. Well, maybe I was the only one yearning; while I definitely caught his eyes leaving a burning trail down my body as I ran on the treadmill, he still hadn’t mentioned that freaking beer he promised me. Even after I took him up on his offer to drive me home a couple of times, he always stopped right in front of my building and wished me a good evening before I hopped out of the car.

Maybe we were friends. That was good, right? After all this time, being friends with Roy Kent was a relief to everyone at the Dog Track.

But damn, I thought as I sat at home on that late Friday afternoon, listening to the sounds of the rain that had us calling an early weekend, our first free one in a while- I didn’t want to be just friends with Roy Kent.

Underneath all the shit that had made me hate him for months, there was something special, as Ted as said. Roy was kind. Caring. Passionate. Almost funny. He loved his team and his friends and his adorable little niece. He completely understood my pain about retirement and the determination to stay close to the game. He’d been protective of me and supported me and, hell, even inspired me.

And the tabloids would be thrilled to hear that I thought he was fantastic in bed.

Fuck, I realized with a groan as I slumped further into my couch. My dumb ass loves Roy fucking Kent.

What the hell was I supposed to do with that?

The afternoon wore on, with the rain coming down progressively harder as I tried to distract myself with a movie and my playbook. But my mind kept wandering back to those brown eyes and that bearded smile, reevaluating every interaction we’d ever had, right back to that first night in the club. Clearly Roy was attracted to me; that had been pretty clear from the start, even when we were constantly arguing. But did he like me?

As I wondered about all the smiles and looks he’d been giving me lately, a timid knock at my door sent me jumping. Probably Lucas, I thought as I stood, adjusting my Richmond fleece sweater. We hadn’t said we wanted to hang out tonight, but he could always be counted on to randomly stop by with food and a movie.  

But when I opened the door, there was no one in front of me. I frowned, ready to turn around and close the door, but something at my feet caught my eye: a small box, darkened by the rain, with a folded note taped to the top. I bent down and opened the note; its sloppy writing read:

I hope you never play nice again. Except maybe with me.

“The fuck?” I breathed. I bent down again to open the box and stood up holding a black and white soccer ball. As I turned it over in my hands, I slowly began to realize it had writing all over it: autographs. The names were familiar to me: Julie Foudy. Kristine Lilly. April Heinrichs. Mia Hamm. Brandi Chastain.

The 1991 United States Women’s Team.

I looked back at the note, realizing I knew that handwriting.

Roy.

I quickly shoved the ball and note back into the box and tossed it inside, stepping in only to put on the sneakers I kept by the door. Not caring about putting on a coat or checking my hair, I ran outside as fast as my stupid ankle could carry me, immediately finding myself drenched in the rain. I looked both ways, my heart sinking when I realized how empty the street was. Finally, I saw that giant black car, the one that had brought me home earlier that afternoon. And walking towards it was someone in a black leather jacket.

“Kent!” I called out, breaking into a full sprint, ankle throbbing. “Fucking Kent!”

The figure stopped, tense and motionless. Roy turned around, brown eyes wide as I kept racing to him. He walked towards me until we stood face to face. He studied my face as I put my hands on my hips, breathing hard from the run, pretending that my ankle wasn’t killing me.

“You alright?”

I shook my head. “The fucking… the ball. You won it? Back at the gala?”

“No, actually.” He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking pitiful and beautiful with the rain dripping down his bearded face. “I did put a bid on it. But I got outbid.” He cleared his throat, bouncing slightly. “So I tracked down the wanker who won it. Had to pay twice as much as he did, and I’ve got to make an appearance at his idiot kid’s birthday party but…” He shrugged. “D’you like it?”

“Yeah.” I nodded feverishly, the nervousness in his eye making me desperate to assure him. “Fucking love it. But why…” I stared up at him, resisting the urge to wipe the rain off his cheeks. “Why would you do all that?”

His eyes roamed my face, as though searching for something. Finding whatever it was he was looking for, he took a miniscule step closer, our bodies nearly touching. “Because that team… it means something to you. And you… well, you mean something to me.”

I swallowed hard, not caring about how drenched I would be by the time I got back to my apartment, or that I hadn’t locked the door behind me, or the fact that anyone could walk by and see us. All I cared about was hearing whatever Roy Kent had to say. “I do?”

He nodded anxiously. “Yeah.” He put an uncertain hand on my arm, watching me carefully for a reaction. When all I did was continue to gaze up at him with what I knew were adoring eyes, he went on. “Right. Just… just let me say this, alright? And then you can tell me to fuck off and we- we can go back to ignoring each other, or this friendship thing, whatever you want, I honestly don’t-”

“Roy?” I raised my eyebrows, desperate for him to keep going.

“Right, right.” He took a deep breath, hand still on my arm. “I feel about you the same way I did the night of the charity gala. I just think you are the most incredible woman I have ever met. I fucking admire you, all that you’ve done and all that you are. And I care about you, so fucking much.” His hand left my shoulder to cup my cheek, his grip soft and warm and everything good. “I cared about you the night of the gala. Probably cared about you for a long fucking time before that, but I was too stupid and prideful to realize it until we were already in the middle of everything. And my biggest regret in all of this was not waking up before you so I could keep you in my bed and make you breakfast and assure you that you were never going to be a one-night stand. You never fucking could be.” He shook his head gently. “Not you, Buck.”

Roy ducked his head and brought his face to mine, moving slowly, almost as if he was trying to give me a chance to stop him. Instead, I grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him to me, crashing my mouth into his in the most desperate kiss I’d ever felt. My head turned light as my body remembered Roy and his hands and his mouth and his body, as if it had missed him even more than my heart had. Suddenly, I recalled what I’d thought the night of the gala, as he kissed me for the first time on his couch.

Roy Kent was everything I never knew I needed.

His other hand grabbed my hip, tugging me flush against himself, humming a little as my lips parted for him. The rain poured down on us, drops of water sliding between our faces, but neither of us seemed to notice; we were too wrapped up in finally, fucking finally, winning. When his tongue gently brushed against mine, I gave a soft groan; fuck, I’d forgotten the beautiful taste of Roy Kent.

I’d kissed plenty of men plenty of times. Hell, I’d kissed Roy plenty of times the night of the gala. But, as his fingertips dug into my hip, I realized how starved I’d been for this kiss, the one that held way too much heat and way too much affection. How long had I been waiting for it? Since the press conference? Since the gala? Since the first time I saw him shirtless on a treadmill? Or from that first time I spotted him at that club, leaning against the bar, miserable and rude as hell?

His hand slid from my hip to my back, trying to pull me closer, if that was even possible. Somewhere in the kiss, I lost track of whose heartbeat was whose; my entire body was pulsing and tingling. The rain sounded so faint and far away compared to the sound of Roy’s breathing and soft groans against my mouth. I wanted to swallow those groans, to rip off that leather jacket, to let myself have everything I’d been stupid enough to deny myself all these weeks.

Sensing that I probably couldn’t handle much more, lest we really give the paparazzi something to publish, Roy pulled back, face soaked and smiling. “Fucking hell,” he whispered, his thumb stroking my face. “I take it you don’t want to just be friends then?”

I laughed, probably the most real laugh I’d felt in a while, and gave his jacket a playful tug. “Fuck no. Who’d want to be friends with Roy Kent?”

He leaned down and kissed me again, slowly, tenderly this time, smile pressing against smile. “Play nice,” he mumbled against my mouth. “Or I’m taking my football home.”

“How about I play nice,” I murmured as I leaned back, smirking, “if you finally take me out for that beer you’ve been teasing me with? I believe you still owe me one, Kent.”

Roy smiled and let me go, taking my non-bruised hand and interlocking our fingers. “Fuck that,” he chuckled. “Everything we’ve been through, I’m buying you a whole damn bar.”

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[harlowcomehome]

Second date:

A/N: You might want to read this first.

Series link

When you got inside your apartment Layla was asleep on the couch, you had assumed she attempted to wait up for you.

You tried to sneakily walk past her but she heard your footsteps. “I don’t think so little missy!” She sat up on the couch, wiping the drool off her face. “I need details! Now!”

“Let me put on my pajamas first” you giggled before running off to your bedroom.

Layla waited patiently in the living room for you to come back, making room for you on the couch.

You had taken a little longer than she anticipated, “Y/N?”

“I’m brushing my teeth! Hold on” you hollered from your bathroom.

“Oooooh, is it because you have too much of his spit in your mouth?” She teased and you walked back into the living room.

“Okay, that’s actually so gross of you to say” you wrinkled your nose and laughed before you sat down beside her.

“But did you kiss? Please give me details” she clasped her hands together and begged you with pouty lips.

“We did! And he’s such a good kisser” you giggled, as you leaned against her.

“And he smelled so good and we had the best time Lay, just so much fun” you were smiling ear to ear.

You started going into detail about everything when your phone vibrated. Layla looked at you with wide eyes, “is it Jack?”

“No” you shrugged, feeling disappointed “just one of those automated texts for coupons.”

“He’s probably still driving home or something” she attempted to calm your very obvious nerves and you nodded continuing your story. When you had given every possible detail you checked your phone again and there was still nothing. “He told me he has an early flight home tomorrow so maybe he fell asleep” you shrugged and she nodded before the two of you went into your own bedrooms.

You had just pulled the sheets up to your face and turned your bedside table lamp off when Jacks name came across your phone.

You text Layla immediately hearing a “woohoo” from the other side of the wall.

Jack: So when I get back, second date? 😉

You giggled to yourself before replying to his text.

Y/N: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? You have an early flight tomorrow.

Jack: Are you already worrying about me? That’s cute. 😘

Y/N: To answer your first question yes. To answer this one, maybe. You okay with that Harlow? 😉

Jack: More than okay. Goodnight beautiful. 😌

Y/N: Goodnight Handsome. 😌 Good luck this week.

Jack had explained to you that he was going home to do some press for his album that just came out. He had a few interviews with local radio stations and was going to do some appearances at Louisville record shops. It was only supposed to last a week but he ended up being gone for two, and the two of you talked as much as you could but he was being pulled in every direction.

You and Layla were both getting ready for the day and you were a lot quieter than usual.

“Everything okay?” She asked as she watched you put makeup on.

“Yeah? Why?” You laughed as you tapped your foundation on.

“Is Jack still in Kentucky?” She sat on the counter beside you.

“No, he’s in New York right now or at least the last time we talked that’s where he was” you smiled weakly.

“You miss him don’t you?” She teased and your eyes began to water.

“Oh no, what’s wrong?” She grabbed you immediately giving you a hug.

“I think I like him a lot Lay, and it’s scary as hell” you sighed.

“I’m sure you’ll feel better once he’s back! He’s still texting you right?” She pulled away from your hug to see your face.

“Yeah! He should be coming back in two days” you smiled.

“Well then! Finish getting ready, we have lunch plans!” She giggled, leaving you so she could get dressed.

When you were both done getting ready Layla was distracted on her phone, her brows burrowed but she was smiling.

“Everything okay?” You watched her as you looked for your purse, ready for you both to leave.

“Yeah, I think…” she paused, giving you a quick smile before she walked over to the front door of your place and opened it.

Jack was standing there, and before you could say anything to him Layla was giggling and letting him inside.

He was dressed down, more causal than the last time you saw him. He had on a white hoodie, black sweats, red 550s and his glasses. You hadn’t seen him in glasses before today, and you really liked them. You made a mental note to tell him that later.

“Layla, what the hell?” You blurted out as you walked over to Jack and gave him a hug. He wrapped one arm around you as the other was preoccupied.

“When did you get back?” You asked excitedly and he mirrored your energy.

“Like two hours ago!” He responded and before you could reply Layla interrupted you.

“I actually have work today so you two have fun” she giggled, giving you a wink before shutting the door.

You stood in front of him in disbelief, grabbing him and giving him another hug. “I know you’re so exhausted” you whispered and he shrugged.

“Someone missed me” he teased placing what he was holding down on the ground beside you both so he could hug you with both arms.

“But wait you’re a liar! You said two more days” you giggled softly pushing him.

“Hey, I lied for a good reason. I was trying to surprise you” he kissed your cheek and you noticed the backpack on the floor.

“What’s that?” You pointed to his backpack and he laughed.

“Umm, go sit” he pointed to your couch and you did what he said, smiling at him the entire time.

“I know I was gone for longer than I anticipated and I’m sorry for that” he hummed and you watched as he unzipped his backpack.

“I know your job is demanding, it’s fine” you shrugged, you wanted him to know that you were understanding of his hectic schedule.

“I did get you something though” he smiled as he took out a long sleeved sweater. It was black and had cardinals all over it, it also had “Louisville” written in cursive on the front.

“Do you like it? Because if not I’m not sure we can really continue seeing-“ you interrupted him by standing up and kissing him.

“Yes, of course I like it” you giggled as you took it from his hands. You sat back down,

”Thank you, you didn’t have to get me anything” you smiled as you looked at the sweater in your lap.

“I also got you this while I was in New York” he sat down beside you as he handed you a small box.

“Jack, you really don’t have to buy me things” you smiled and he did too.

“I wanted to! Open it!” He replied eagerly which made you laugh.

When you opened the box you realized it was a small snow globe. “A snow globe?” You turned to him and smiled. “How did you know that I ’ve always wanted to start a collection of snow globes from everywhere I’ve been?” You giggled and Jack watched as you excitedly shook it and watched the bits of glitter fall.

“Did Layla tell you that?” You asked when you turned to look at him again.

“No! Which makes this even cuter right?” He said smugly and you giggled.

“It does! But hey are you hungry? Layla and I were going to go eat but I guess she just made that up so you could come over” you laughed and he did too.

“What if I told you, I make a mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich?” He laughed as he pulled out two sandwiches from his backpack.

“I’d say, let me be the judge of that” you replied smugly, grabbing one from him.

“Put that blanket down on the ground” you pointed to the blanket on the couch as you walked to your kitchen to get you both something to drink.

“On the ground?” Jack laughed and you did too “I saw those Sunchips in your bag! We are having an indoor picnic Harlow!”

“Did Layla already tell you that was my idea?” He exclaimed sounding shocked and you started to laugh.

“Did you not see my genuine look of shock when you walked in? Layla didn’t tell me anything. I would’ve dressed cuter had I known you were coming over” you handed him a bottle of water as the two of you sat down on the blanket in your living room.

“I’m in sweatpants” he handed you the sunchip bag and you eyed over his outfit again.

“I still think you look really nice, and I like your glasses” you smiled as you turned the tv on for background noise.

“You do?” He seemed surprised by your compliment, which made you giggle.

“Has nobody said that to you before?”

“I just don’t like to wear them that much but my eyes were tired” he seemed uncomfortable talking about it so you changed the subject.

“I heard the interview you did for 97.5” you gushed and he smiled in response. “You did? What did you think?”

“I think you’re a natural and there is no way I’d be able to talk about my work the way that you do” you felt your cheeks warming up, something about sitting in such close proximity and talking about his career made you nervous.

“I’m just surprised you listened to it” he took a chip and put it in his mouth. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was waiting to see you in person, saving it for the second date” you giggled and he did too.

“Oh yeah, our second date. What do you want to do?” He paused for a moment to think of ideas.

“Is this not our second date? Because I was going to count it” you gave him a look of confusion that made him smile.

“Okay, so what about our third?” He smirked.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jack Harlow fluff #Jack Harlow concepts #Jack Harlow imagines

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (74)

*How to avoid getting bitten by a rainbow snakey snake*

Prof.Demigloss: Mr. Anderson, please tell me one interesting fact about District 9.

Androcles: Ok! District 9 is known for its illegal rice cults!😀

Prof.Demigloss: Correct! Another point for Mr. Anderson.

Androcles: Yey!

Lysistrata: That’s not fair. That’s too easy, Professor.

Prof.Demigloss: Fine. I’m deducting 10 points from everyone but me.☺️

Lysistrata: Sir!

Livia: That doesn’t make sense.

Festus: 10 points?! But I only accumulated 8 points this year!

Gaius: I only have 4.

Apollo: I have 2.😀

Prof.Demigloss: Yey! A negative!

Lysistrata: Professor, you can’t do that! That’s not fair!

Prof.Demigloss: Do what?

Lysistrata: Deduct our points!

Prof.Demigloss: I can do whatever I want. I’m a dinosaur.😊

Lysistrata: I’m telling mother!

Prof.Demigloss: Yey! Demerits for everyone!

Domitia: Lizzie!

Livia: Thanks a lot, Vickers.

Lysistrata: I did nothing wrong!

Clemensia: I’m telling the Dean!

Diana: Really?

Clemensia: No. I’m telling Lepidus Malmsey and Capitol News.

Felix: Is that even allowed?

Prof.Demigloss: I’m going back to sleep now. Wake me up before my next break.

Coryo: Professor, please! I need my points back! I need to land on top!

Prof.Demigloss: Good for you, Crassus Snow. Goodnight.

Coryo: Professor!

Sejanus: I can always land on top of you, my love!😍

Coryo: Not now, Babe!

Sejanus: Kiss!😘

Prof.Demigloss: Mr. Plinth!

Sejanus: Yes?

Prof.Demigloss: If you and your sugar baby want to “make love” in front of the class-

Coryo: I’m his fiancé!

Prof.Demigloss: Sugar baby.

Sejanus: What should I do? Should I get a camera? 5 cameras?

Lysistrata: I have a camera!

Domitia: Take mine too!

Prof.Demigloss: Then please return my beloved Mr. Fluffy Feet-

Sejanus: I can’t.

Prof.Demigloss: Why not?! I need him! He’s my spy cam teddy bear!

Sejanus: Not anymore.

Prof.Demigloss: Return my expensive teddy bear! He belongs to me!

Androcles: No! Mr. Fluffy Feet belongs to me now! I’m his new best friend and partner in crime!

Prof.Demigloss: I bought him with my own paycheck, you thief!

Androcles: I found him, I keep him!

Prof.Demigloss: How could you?! You stole my poor teddy bear from me!😭

Sejanus: But Mr. Fluffy Feet is currently hiding in Dr. Gaul’s lab.

Prof.Demigloss: That’s why you have to return him to me. I’m scared.😞

Sejanus: Can’t. Sorry.

Prof.Demigloss: You’re not sorry.

Androcles: Sorry not sorry.

Prof.Demigloss: Is this because I illegally sold all of your pretty feet pics without the government’s permission?

Felix: You sold our feet pics?!

Prof.Demigloss: Online.😊

Gaius: You have my feet pics?!

Prof.Demigloss: Professor Sickle gave them to me for free.😊

Vipsania: My auntie gave what?!

Prof.Demigloss: She collects them. It’s her new secret hobby.

Livia: Ew. Were they ugly?

Prof.Demigloss: Half of them were either pretty or blurry.

Livia: Was mine the prettiest?

Prof.Demigloss: No. Snow’s, Creed’s, Ring’s, and Ravinstill’s were the prettiest of the bunch.

Livia: Of course they were.🙄

Diana: Which Ring?

Prof.Demigloss: Apollo Ring.

Diana: Figures.😔

Apollo: Yey! I’m pretty!

Hilarius: How about mine?😀

Prof.Demigloss: Ugly AF.

Vipsania: I don’t want to know!

Hilarius: How much?

Prof.Demigloss: How much what?

Hilarius: How much money did you make?

Prof.Demigloss: A million bucks.

Hilarius: One million bucks?!

Prof.Demigloss: I even auctioned off some of them last week.

Felix: You can legally auction off our feet pics without President Gran Gran’s permission?!

Prof.Demigloss: My dearest Felix, your granduncle was even one of my top buyers.

Felix: Nevermind. I don’t want to know.

Prof.Demigloss: I even auctioned off some of your old red skirts last month. It was fun.

Apollo: Is that even allowed?

Diana: I bought the skirts.

Lysistrata: Diana, how could you?!

Diana: I’m a skirt collector.

Lysistrata: Give them back!

Diana: No.

Festus: I want my shares!

Gaius: Mine too!

Coryo: But who the heck bought our pretty feet pics online?!

Prof.Demigloss: Mr. Heavensbee Sr.

Coryo: Of course he did.😑

Peacekeeper Joe: *runs in and salutes* Professor!

Prof.Demigloss: Hello, Officer Jovilius! How are you? How’s life?

Peacekeeper Joe: Stressed and underpaid as always, Professor.

Prof.Demigloss: Good for you.☺️

Peacekeeper Joe: Dr. Gaul wants to see Mr. Snow and Ms. Dovecote in her “totally legal” laboratory right now.

Prof.Demigloss: What for?

Peacekeeper Joe: I don’t know.

Festus: Is she going to buy our feet pics too?

Felix: I hope not.

Peacekeeper Joe: Are they still available?

Everyone: No.

Peacekeeper Joe: I’m sad now.

Felix: Thank Panem.

Peacekeeper Joe: Well, I still need Mr. Snow and Ms. Dovecote to come with me.

Sejanus: Can I come too? My beloved darling Snow Bae needs me.🥰

Peacekeeper Joe: No.

Coryo: I need my rich sugar daddy. I’m scared.

Festus: Me too!

Felix: And me!

Lysistrata: Let me join the fun!

Peacekeeper Joe: You can’t.

Clemensia: Officer, they’re my idiots. Please let them join us.

Peacekeeper Joe: I said no.

Coryo: Hilarius will give you his pretty feet pics for free.

Hilarius: I will?

Coryo: Yes, you will.

Peacekeeper Joe: Fine! All of you may join us!

Everyone: Yey!

Peacekeeper Joe: But be careful, be quiet, and behave!

Gaius: No promises.

Prof.Demigloss: Can I-

Peacekeeper Joe: No. You’re old. Dr. Gaul hates old people.

Prof.Demigloss: But she’s old too!

Peacekeeper Joe: And you’re a crusty dinosaur who needs to retire.

Prof.Demigloss: Crispus is sad now.

Apollo: Bye, Professor! See you later!☺️

Prof.Demigloss: Goodbye, children. Bring me 3 blueberry waffles and a cup of expensive coffee on your way back.

Gaius: Sure! Livia will buy you 10!

Livia: Ew. No.

*2 hours later, inside Dr. Gaul’s creepy “totally legal” laboratory*

Apollo: Yo, guys, look at that!

Coryo: Look at what?

Apollo: That! *points at a random glass jar* It has an ugly lobster monster mutt inside!

Festus: Cool! Let’s touch it!

Apollo: Maybe it can even slow dance and sing a song for us!😀

Felix: I hope not.

Livia: I’m telling mother.

Androcles: I’m going to steal that lobster monster later.☺️

Felix: Good for you.

Diana: Guys, look at that! It’s a big ass glass with a lot of wiggly candy worms inside!

Lysistrata: Those things aren’t wiggly candy worms!

Diana: Yes, they are.

Lysistrata: Those are baby snakes!

Coryo: Rainbow snakes.

Livia: Obviously.🙄

Festus: Let’s talk to them!

Androcles: Let’s steal one!

Felix: Where’s Dr. Gaul?

Peacekeeper Joe: She’s still in her private break room sipping hot tea.

Festus: Good! Let’s feed those rainbow snakey snakes before that crazy doctor kicks us out!

Coryo: With what?

Festus: What what?

Coryo: What are we going to feed them? Our limbs?

Sejanus: *pulls a body bag out of nowhere* I have a large sack of gumdrops and bread crumbs with me.

Coryo: Ok. Let’s feed them- Scratch that. Let’s feed me first.

Festus: And me! I’m hungry.

Coryo: Babe, feed me.

Sejanus: Anything for you, my love!

Gaius: *takes out his lunchbox* But can I feed them these tiny cheese cubes?

Festus: Do snakes even like cheese?

Gaius: Everyone likes cheese.

Coryo: Where did you get those cheese cubes anyway? Did my crazy cousin and her annoying cheese fairies gave them to you?

Gaius: No. A drunk Professor Click gave them to me for free!

Coryo: Well, that’s unfortunate.

Gaius: Why?

Coryo: I’m pretty sure that “Miss Alcoholic Click” laced those cheese cubes of yours with either posca, whiskey, or both.

Festus: At least it’s not cyanide.

Sejanus: Or rat poison.😀

Gaius: But can a baby snake even become a proud alcoholic like Professor Click?

Coryo: I don’t know.

Festus: Let’s test it out!

Gaius: Yeah! Alcoholic baby snakes! Let’s go! *throws the cheese cubes inside the snakes’ enclosure*

Hilarius: I have a question!

Clemensia: No.

Hilarius: Do rainbow snakes like to eat apple tarts or banana bread?

Lysistrata: I have an apple tart!

Diana: Can they eat oranges?

Apollo: How about grapes?

Hilarius: I’ll throw a banana just to be sure.

Clemensia: Sure of what?

Hilarius: I don’t know. I just want to throw a banana.

Coryo: Just throw everything in.

Diana: Ok. Whatever you say, Snowy!

Everyone: *throws every snack available inside the glass cage*

Gaius: Look! They’re all eating my tiny cheese cubes!

Hilarius: And my banana.

Clemensia: Shouldn’t we be worried about our own safety?

Gaius: What safety? We’re just feeding Dr. Gaul’s baby snakes.

Coryo: Clemmie, do you want to feed the rainbow snakes too?

Clemensia: No.

Coryo: You can feed them a gumdrop.

Clemensia: Fine. One gumdrop and we’re done. *throws a red gumdrop inside the glass cage* Happy?

Coryo: Look at that, Clemmie! They ate your red gumdrop.

Clemensia: Really?

Coryo: They’re now happy!

Sejanus: Have another one, Clem.

Clemensia: Give me the whole sack.

Sejanus: Yey!

Androcles: I’m still stealing one.

Peacekeeper Joe: Well, you do you. Goodbye. I’m going outside. Peace!

Lysistrata: Bye, Officer Jovilius!

Peacekeeper Joe: Just call me Joe.

Coryo: Bye, Joe.

Peacekeeper Joe: Bye, losers.

Dr.Gaul: *walks in* Ah! Mr. Snow! Ms. Dovecote- Why the f*ck are you all here?!

Gaius: We’re feeding your rainbow snakey snakes for free!

Apollo: You’re welcome.☺️

Dr.Gaul: Get away from my babies!

Felix: That’s rude. We’re still feeding and they’re still eating.

Dr.Gaul: Stop feeding my snakes!

Festus: Why? They’re happy!

Dr.Gaul: You’re ruining my project!

Hilarius: They ate my banana.

Dr.Gaul: F*ck your banana!

Androcles: Guys! *grabs a snake* I can hold and hug them now!

Dr.Gaul: Don’t touch-

Diana: Andie, get another one! I wanna hold a baby snake too!

Apollo: Me too!

Androcles: Here you go. *gives Diana a snake* A yellow and blue baby snakey just for you.

Diana: Yey! He’s mine now!

Apollo: Let’s name him Scamander!

Diana: Our pretty baby Scamander!

Felix: Can I have one too?🥺

Androcles: Sure! Here’s a pretty pink one just for you, Class Pres! *gives a cute snake to Felix*

Felix: Thanks. I’ll name this one ✨Little Saturninus✨.

Coryo: That’s a cool name.

Sejanus: Let’s name our firstborn son ✨Saturninus✨, Coryo!

Coryo: Sure. I approve.

Sejanus: And let’s name our firstborn daughter ✨Cassiopeia✨!

Coryo: I like Cassandra better.

Sejanus: Cassiopeia’s better.

Lysistrata: Cassandra Cassiopeia Lysistrata Plinth!😀

Sejanus: No. Your name is too long and too complicated, Lizzie. Sorry.

Lysistrata: Really?

Coryo: It’s also connected to an old but infamous viral disease.

Lysistrata: Which one?

Coryo: Rabies.

Lysistrata: I knew it.😔

Sejanus: Cassiopeia Plinth it is!

Coryo: Babe, my love, you can name our firstborn son ✨Saturninus Xanthos Plinth✨. How about that?

Sejanus: Saturninus Sejanus Xanthos Plinth?!🥹

Coryo: Sure. Whatever you want.

Sejanus: Whatever I want?😍

Coryo: As long as I name our firstborn daughter ✨Cassandra Coriolana Xanthe Plinth✨.

Sejanus: Deal!

Dr.Gaul: What the actual f*ck.

Androcles: Yo, I got my rainbow snake! Let’s go! *runs away*

Dr.Gaul: F*ck this. I’m going home.

#tbosas #crack post #crack ship #snowjanus #snowplinth #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #lucy gray baird #festus creed #felix ravinstill #lysistrata vickers #clemensia dovecote #hilarius heavensbee #dr gaul #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games #thg #the hunger games #suzanne collins #alternative universe #thg incorrect quotes #thg fic #tbosas fic #tbosas incorrect quotes #president snow #crack treated seriously #thg fanfiction #snake #coriolanus x sejanus

[twilghtkoo]

texts from boyfriend!haechan while on tour

note. i saw haechan’s bubble update of his spotify wrapped and then i thought of this :D so enjoy!!!

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out eating w mark and jungwoo and i asked for no carrots but they gave it to me anyways :(

if u were here i would’ve fed them to you but they’re sitting lonely on my plate and getting cold 💔

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it’s cold here here in bangkok ><

and ik it’s cold at home so dress warm bubs

and don’t stay up too late studying and don’t forget to eat and drink water

imy and ily <3

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*insert images*

look at the view from my hotel room balcony

imagine the balcony sex we coulda had if u were here😔

jkjk

unless??

i love u goodnight bubs

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yuta didn’t wanna come out w me so i’m in the streets of tokyo alone TT

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isn’t this the guy from that anime u like?? something stray dogs??

*insert image*

I FOUND A STATIONERY STORE

i should bring u here one day w me,,, for ljke our 1000 day anniversary…is that a thing?

would u wanna go?

baby u would flip shit in this store, my cart bouta be full 😭

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i messed up on stage today:(

but it’s ok cus im bout to devour this room service food 😫

let’s ft baby 🫶🏼

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selfie of me to help u sleep😎 ure welcome 😘

i rly miss u, especially right now

i’ve been having trouble sleeping lately

i hope ure sleeping well bubs, ily goodnight ❤️

#yeow6n #texts from haechan #haechan fluff #lee donghyuck #nct fluff #haechan #haechan drabbles #haechan imagines #nct dream #haechan x reader #nct haechan #lee haechan #nct donghyuck #nct imagines #haechan oneshot #boyfriend!haechan #nct drabble

[foli-vora]

Foil my love, I’m here with my request. First of all- congratulations for your milestone ♥️ I’m happy for you 😘

I picked 3 things from prompt list:

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

sweet, tooth rotting fluff- maybe little spicy in the end? Idk it’s on you

With Pero Tovar ♥️

I would be very thankful if you write my request but it’s okey if you do not want to ♥️ no pressure

my sweet! thank you so much for your request, and for your constant love and support - it means the world to me! i hope you enjoy x

greedy

pero tovar x f!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: jealousy, tovar's love of food, softness, spicy kisses in public

[gif by moi]

“He’s not even listening, William.”

It’s undeniable that you have an attitude, even William responds to the snap in your tone with a raise of his brow. It’s not directed at him, of course. No, not him… the other, however…

Tovar remains oblivious to your glare, only bringing his attention back to the two of you when William delivers a light kick to his ankle beneath the table. He scowls at William, before moving his dark gaze to you after his friend nods your way.

“Oh, how wonderful of you to join us,” you bite out. “She’ll still be there once we’re finished — there’s no need to gawk.”

“What’s the matter with you?” Tovar growls, brows pulling together above his narrowing eyes. “Ever since we sat down, you’ve been all… huffy.”

“Huffy? Perhaps because while William and I are trying to discuss our next route, you’re too busy staring at the barmaid to even pay attention!”

“Why does it matter that my attention is elsewhere? I don’t need to discuss routes. I go where you go, I don’t need to listen. I trust William’s judgement.”

“Because it just matters, alright?”

Gods, he’s infuriating.

“Wait a moment,” he chuckles quietly after a moment of observing you, an almost mischievous expression curling his features. “Are you jealous?”

“Jealous?” You snort into your ale, rolling your eyes. “Of course not. Don’t be so absurd, Tovar. Are you drunk, or just an idiot?”

William shifts, no doubt recalling the evening you indulged too much in the sweet wine a merchant had traded you which resulted in you spilling your deepest darkest secret to him over the dying campfire whilst Tovar laid snoring a little ways away.

He hadn’t been surprised in the least at your drunken admittance of love – apparently he could feel the bond you and his friend shared despite you both acting as if you despised each other. William had been trying his best to convince you to admit your feelings, even going as far to reassure you that Tovar felt as you did.

A ridiculous idea, considering Tovar’s eyes had previously followed the pretty barmaid striding around with a beautiful smile curved along her lips. William had clearly been wrong with that assumption, and now you felt like a fool for even slightly believing Tovar viewed you as anything more than a nuisance.

He would never look at you the way he did her, or any of the pretty things he bedded along your travels. You’d lost count of the women along the way, always struck with that god awful sick feeling in your stomach whenever he disappeared, no doubt to their arms.

No, you absolutely weren’t jealous.

Tovar glares at you over his plate of bread and meat but remains quiet after that, plunging the table into an uncomfortable silence. Your fingers drum against your mug while you scowl down at the table, ignoring the look William gives you over his own ale. 

“Well,” he sighs after a moment, standing and stretching with a deep frown he aims at both you and Tovar, “forgive me, but I tire of the both of you and your foolishness. See you tomorrow.”

Tovar grunts, his eyes flickering over the other patrons bustling loudly about the inn and shovelling more food into his already full mouth.

“Goodnight William,” you mutter, giving him a small apologetic smile, “sleep well.”

It’s not exactly awkward once William takes his leave – you’d been in Tovar’s presence countless times before and managed quite well, but it’s not the most comfortable… most likely conjured from your snippy attitude you’ve had since sitting down.

You wouldn’t have such an attitude if he stopped looking at her like that –

It’s absolutely not jealousy. 

Perhaps it is a little.

A lot.

You heave a small sigh, following the various scratches and dents in the table as your mind races. Maybe it would be better for you to just spit out your feelings and be done with it. Would it give your mind the much needed peace you’ve craved since meeting him?

Would it be a disaster? Would he laugh?

You don’t think Tovar to be a particularly cruel person – he was ruthless in a fight and quick when it came to returning snide comments and verbal attacks, but surely he wouldn’t be mean about your feelings. Surely he’d let you down easy, softly.

Only one way to find out, you suppose.

“Perhaps I am,” you speak suddenly, pressing the mug to your lips and swallowing down the last of your drink in an effort to cling to whatever courage you could find. 

It’s done now. Your heart thunders away in your chest, bringing the sting of sweat to your palms and watching the words catch Tovar’s attention suddenly has your flight instincts flaring. He blinks, almost in confusion.

“Perhaps you are what?”

You go to speak, but the words aren’t strong in your mouth. Why is this so difficult? The sudden uncertainty hitting your system becomes a bit too much and you fight to keep your expression as free of emotion as possible. He watches you as you make a move to stand, shoving your stool back on the stone floor and rising to your feet.

Coward.

See it through.

Speak –

Swallowing the dryness building on your tongue, you square your shoulders and meet his gaze before speaking, “Perhaps I am jealous.”

Your words clearly take him off guard, but you don’t stay to hear any retorts. Your remaining courage dries up quickly in the face of potential humiliation, and instead of facing whatever Tovar had to say about those four words, you turn and walk away, leaving him behind with your little admittance.

It was silly to even say anything. You knew he didn’t feel for you as you did him. Why did you bother? Would you have to be left behind now? You knew William and Tovar were close - brothers… if Tovar no longer felt comfortable with you, William would surely take his side.

You bypass the stairs of the inn and instead continue on until you’re free of the noise and the people, inhaling deeply as soon as the frigid air of the night stings your cheeks. Have you ruined everything? You groan loudly, pinching the bridge of your nose as you walk, thankful that the streets seemed to be mostly bare due to the temperature.

“Why?”

Spinning in surprise, you watch as Tovar strides to a stop a few paces away, his face pulled into a frown. You’re so taken off guard by his sudden appearance, you forget he even spoke. 

“What?”

He huffs impatiently, his frown deepening. “Why would you be jealous?”

Oh.

Shifting in place, your gaze drops to watch how your boots scuff the dirtied stone beneath your feet. It feels impossible to speak around your heart beating in your throat.

“Because I –” you falter, tongue coming along to wet your lips, “I like you.”

“You like me?” He repeats, deadpan, features twisting further in confusion. 

“It’s not just that… it’s… I –”

Here goes. Gods help me.

“I think I’m in love with you,” you breathe, holding his gaze, “and I’m terrified.”

Silence.

Your heartbeat fills your ears.

Never before have you felt so… vulnerable. You were without armour, without a weapon — your heart in your hands is all you have. It could shatter right now, right between your fingers, with the simplest of words from him. A mere curl of his nose would tear it in two…

But something about his features softens.

He’s still frowning, as he usually does, but his gaze feels lighter, warmer. You dare not get your hopes up, but your heart can’t help but respond to such a tender shine within the depths of his eyes. It aches, but in the most delightful of ways.

He takes a tentative step closer.

“You don’t need to be afraid.”

“No? Do you have room for me amongst the many others?”

It’s hard to keep the spite out of your tone. Of course he wasn’t doing any of it to be cruel or to hurt your feelings, he’d had no idea of where your heart lay and, as far as you knew, he held nothing for you, but your jealousy brings a bitterness forward and you find yourself weak against the force of it. 

He recoils in surprise, “‘Others’? What others?”

“Oh please. Don’t speak to me as if I’m an idiot, Tovar. You know the women I speak of – the barmaids and the baker's wives and the —”

“You think I bed them?”

It’s his obvious amusement that has you hesitating to continue. 

“Do – do you not?”

A grin pulls at the corner of his lips and he takes another step closer, his head giving a small shake.

“No, hermosa. I do not.”

“But… but what about you making eyes at the pretty barmaid in there?”

He falters, slightly sheepish. “I wasn’t making eyes at her.”

You pause, thinking back on the beautiful blonde and the way Tovar’s eyes had followed where her breasts practically spilled over the edge of her corset. Most of the men had been weak to fight that spell, even you, but if he wasn’t making eyes at her, what else was there?

The only thing close to her chest had been the basket of fresh bread rolls she had held close to her, still warm from the oven. Had he been staring at the bread all along? Had he been after food the entire time? Your frown deepens the longer you think back on his apparent ‘conquests’.

“And the others…”

He gives a small shrug, slightly abashed.

“My god, Tovar. Do you ever stop thinking about food?”

“Si,” he murmurs, dark eyes finding yours from beneath his lashes, “when I look at you.”

Was that an admittance? It sure sounded like one. Does he truly have feelings for you? Had William been right all along? Surely you’re dreaming. Surely this is merely a falsehood crafted by your mind to soothe the sting of rejection, to comfort you during your heartbreak.

This isn’t real, it’s just a dream… but it can’t be.

You feel the stone beneath your feet; you feel the icy cold breeze seep beneath your collar; you feel the way your blunt nails dig into the roughened skin of your palm. He’s here, truly here, shoulders curled in and frame bordering the line of defensive. 

A smile pulls at your lips and you relish in the heat that washes along under your skin, spreading across your chest and rising to fill your cheeks. The cold couldn’t pierce this heat.

“That was awful.”

He grins, a low, throaty chuckle falling from his throat. “My apologies, mi amor, I may be out of practice. There are no others… only you. It was always only you, even in the beginning. It’s only you now. It is only you I wish to bed.”

The warmth filling your chest and embracing your heart suddenly plunges to the pit of your stomach and he watches the series of emotions flutter across your features with a roguish grin, stepping the last few paces until his body brushes yours. His hands lifts, his roughened fingertips brushing along the skin of your jaw before brushing a thumb over your cheek.

“Only you,” he repeats.

“You’ve quite the soft heart, Tovar,” you murmur teasingly, weakening into his touch.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he returns gruffly, breathing the words against your lips before stealing all thoughts and reason with the insistent press of his mouth against yours.

He’s not sweet about it… he’s rabid. His large hand curls around the back of your neck and anchors you to him, calloused palm rough and hot against your skin, his lips relentless in their pursuit of any and all of the little noises falling from your throat. His tongue sweeps forward, brushing along your lower lip and coaxing you to grant him entry.

You’ve never been kissed like this before. This is so much more than the quick press of lips you had once given a stable boy when you were younger, much more passionate than the other men you had softened to before meeting Tovar. 

He swallows you down, breathing you in and chasing the taste of your tongue with his own groan, low and feral and curdling deeply in the pit of your stomach. You feel like flames are taking you, dancing over your skin and seeping into your very bones. An ache grows in your core the longer he drinks from you, the need to have him much, much closer than public view would allow increasing with every slick roll of his tongue.

“Perhaps,” you breathe into his mouth, your hands grasping at his tunic, “we should move elsewhere before we gather a crowd.”

He makes a rough noise in his throat, breaking away from your mouth and slowly running his tongue along his bottom lip, gathering the shine of saliva sitting there. You watch him eye your surroundings through a haze, your heart racing in your chest. He’d be the end of you, you’re sure of it.

“Come, mi amor. I have much to show you,” his roguish grin returns, “if you’ll have me.”

You inhale sharply, unable to resist diving in for another kiss.

“Show me,” you whisper into his mouth, “show me everything.”

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[cutedisneygrl]

New Year's Kiss

This is a one shot idea I got from @krissy25. Thanks for this idea. I loved writing this. I had fun with this.

Warnings: none, just cute, fluff.

Y/N and Chris have been married almost a year. Chris has been away filming a movie, so you have been at home alone. You miss like crazy, but you understand its work, so you try to be understanding but it’s still hard for you. You are hoping he will be back by New year’s. It will be your first New Years as a married couple. It is Dec 30th, and you are lying in bed waiting for Chris to facetime you like he does every night. You look at the clock and see it is almost 11:30 pm. He has normally called by now, you’re getting a little worried. You had been reading and stop setting your book down on the table beside you. You sigh and just start to lay down when your phone rings. You pick it up and see Chris’s face. You smile.

            “Hey sweetie!”

            “Hey buttercup. How’s my girl?”

            “I’m okay. I was starting to think I wasn’t going to hear from you tonight.”

            “I know its late and I’m sorry. It has been a busy day.” He sighs a little.

            “You sound tired.”

            “I am.”

            “At least you will be home tomorrow, and you can get some rest and we can spend new year’s together.”

            Chris then gets quiet and presses his lips together.

            “Chris, sweetie, what’s wrong.”

            “Buttercup I’m sorry I will be able to make it by New Years.”

            “What! But it’s our first New Years as a married couple!”

            “I know, and I’m sorry. I am still filming and I…I can’t leave. Please forgive me and don’t be upset.”

            “But what about the party and…”

            “You go and have fun.”

            “But I won’t have fun without you, and I won’t have anyone to kiss at midnight.” You frown and try to keep yourself from crying.

            “Y/N I’m sorry. Truly. I want to be there. You know that. I love you and I would if I could. When I get home in a few days we will celebrate together, and I will make it up to you I promise.”

You continue to frown but nod at him.

            “Please buttercup be strong for me and smile. I can’t stand to see you sad. I love you. I will talk to you tomorrow, alright? I will call you at midnight tomorrow or a little before. I promise!”

You nod again still not saying it.

            “Buttercup please give me a smile before I leave. I want to see my girl smile.”

You sniff and force a smile at him.

He laughs. “Well, that’s not perfect but it will do. Talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams. I love you.”

You sniff again. “I love you too sweetie, goodnight.”

As soon as Chris hangs up your tears fall. You can’t believe you won’t see him on New Years. You and him had planned on going to Scarlett’s party and all your friends would be there but the one person you wanted to be with you wouldn’t be. You have no one to kiss at midnight. You set your phone on the charger and rolled over and laid your head on your pillow. You closed your eyes and tried to sleep.

            The next day you wake up to Dodger licking your face. “Dodger!” you say pushing him away.

            You look over at the clock beside your bed and see its 9:00 am.

            “Well, no wonder your waking me up. Okay come on I’ll let you out and feed you.”

Just as you get up your phone goes off. You see it’s a text from Chris. You open it.

            Chris-Good morning buttercup! I love you! I love you so much! You’re amazing! You’re beautiful! My love, my everything, my girl! 😘 🥰 ❤️❤️😍❤️‍🔥

You try not to cry as you see his message but he’s so sweet. You send a message back.

            Y/N-Morning sweetie. I love you too. I love you so much. Your sweet! Thank you. I feel the same way about you. You mean the world to me, and I don’t know what I’d do without you. 😘🥰❤️💞

You carry your phone out in the living room. “Come on Dodger let’s go.”

Dodger follows you. You slide on the glass door and Dodger runs out. While Dodger is outside you fix yourself a cup of coffee. You had set your phone on the island, and it goes off. You walk over and look down. A text from Scarlett

            Scarlette-Hey girl! Are you and Chris still coming tonight?

            Y/N-Just me. Chris won’t be back 🥺

            Scarlette-Oh I’m sorry to hear that. Well, I can’t wait to see you. You can get here at 5 or earlier if you want.

            Y/N-Okay I will be there. Thanks girl.

You hear that your coffee is done from the Keurig and pick it up. You add some creamer then you take a sip. “Hmmm my favorite, French vanilla.”

You look over and see that Dodger is at the door. You open the sliding door and let him in. He walks in and walks over to his bowl. Seeing it’s empty he looks up at you.

            “Oh, sorry bubba.”

You walk over to the pantry and grab the jinx dog food and pour some in his bowl.

            “There you go boy.” You say rubbing his head.

You continue to drink your coffee and decide what you want to eat. You’re not really that hungry. You decide on a piece of toast. While you’re waiting for your toast you hear your phone. You look over.

            Scott-How’s my favorite sister-in-law? ☺️

You smile. Oh Scott, Chris’s brother, he’s great. You and got close and have become best friends.

            Y/N-I’m okay. Not the greatest

            Scott-Oh no! What’s wrong with my bf?

            Y/N-Chris told me last night he wouldn’t be here for New years🥺

            Scott-Oh I’m sorry 🥺🤗You have me! I can be your date! You can even kiss me at midnight 😉 😂

            Y/N- 😂 Oh Scott, your crazy! Lol Thanks for the offer, your sweet. I will definitely hang out with you but as far as kissing you, probably not.

            Scott- 💔 you just broke my heart 🥺my favorite sister-in-law, bf won’t kiss me 😭

You laugh again. You know Scott is joking.

            Y/N-okay fine I will kiss you on the cheek! Chris wouldn’t like if I he found out I kissed more than that 😉 ☺️

            Scott-Who says he has to find out 😉😏☺️

            Y/N-Scott you’re a mess! God, I love you! I will see you later. Scarlette told me I could come around 4.”

            Scott-Why don’t I pick you up? You will be my date, right?

            Y/N-What about Steve? Are you not going with him?

            Scott-Oh no. 🥺 he had something come up and won’t there with me.

            Y/N-Oh I’m sorry. Well, you can be my date since both will be partner less.

            Scott-Sounds good! I will you see at 3:30 then ☺️

You spend the day curled on the couch watching your favorite Chris Movies. Then you look at the clock and see it is 2:30. You realize you need to get ready. You walk into your bedroom and get yourself ready. At 3:30 on the dot there is a knock. You walk to the door, open it and there stands Scott.

            “Wow!”

            “Y/N your beautiful! Chris is missing out.”

You smile. “Thanks Scott.”

            “Well, you ready?”

            “Yep, lets go.”

You follow Scott to his car. You arrive at Scarlette’s a few minutes later. She greets you at the door.

            “Scott, Y/N come in!”

You walk in and see Downey, Hemsworth, Renner, Ruffalo, and Sebastian. Sebastian approaches you.

            “Y/N, where’s Chris?”

            “He couldn’t be here. He is still filming.”

Downey overhears and walks over. “You said Evans isn’t coming?”

            “Nope, he’s filming.” He sees Scott standing beside you. “So, you’re cheating on his with his brother? Nice.” He smiles.

You laugh. “Of course, not. He just came with me since Chris couldn’t come and Steve is gone.”

            “Surrre.” Downey jokes and smiles.

As you walk around and try to mingle with the people you have come to know through Chris, you find yourself actually having a good time. You have somewhat forgotten that Chris isn’t there. You drink a little, but not much. You have never really been a drinker and you’re always careful. You start to have fun. It isn’t until Scarlette says, “It’s almost time for the ball to drop!” that you realize Chris isn’t there and you won’t be able to kiss him. You hold back tears, and you look at the screen.

Everyone starts shouting “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

You sniff and hold back the tears closing your eyes but then all of sudden you feel arms around you and lips against yours. You open your eyes and see Chris.

            “Chris!” You scream and throw your arms around him.

            “Happy New Year buttercup! I love you!”

            “Oh Chris! I love you too! I thought…. I thought you….”

            “I made some changes, begged my manager to let me come on for a few days. I couldn’t not be with my girl on New Years! Our first New Years married.” He smiles. “Your beautiful by the way.” He then leans in a whispers in your ear “It’s a little short though. Glad I’m here to keep the guys away from you. I can’t wait to get it off of you later.”

            You smile and laugh. “Oh, Chris! I love you! I love you so much!”

Chris smiles and kisses you again but this time a little more passionately. You were happy. Happy that Chris had come home, even if it was only for a few days. You were able to get your News Year Kiss, kiss the one person who meant the world to you, who had your heart.

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[runnning-outof-time]

Hey K sweets, I love the ‘reasons you’re in my bed’ prompts! (and I am definitely stealing them 😂). Please could you do #13 - Because your room is flooded with whoever from the Peaky universe you like! 😘♥️

Thanks for sending this in, Alex! 🥰 I decided to go with John on this one because I almost instantly thought of an idea with him. I also took a little leeway on the word ‘flooded’ because I didn’t want it to be too dramatic. Enjoy!

Desperate Measures

John Shelby

Warnings: language

The Peaky Blinders have finally managed to get to their destination along the trail that’s leading them to their enemy. The group is exhausted and ready for sleep. The problem is that there’s been a window left open.

The rain had just started coming down heavy as the group of five people pulled up to the house they’d be staying at. Actually, house was too kind of a word for the structure…it was more so like a shack. The group made quick work of getting out of the car and rushing into the dwelling; not wanting to get their clothing too terribly soaked.

“This place has five rooms,” John Shelby started off, taking control of the group since he was the appointed Shelby on the mission, “we’ll split up one person to each room, ok?”

“Does the kitchen count as a room?” Trent, one of the men in the group, spoke up. His question was met with snickers from the other members.

“What do you think?” John asked with raised eyebrows, his patience quickly wearing thin. He’d had a long day and was more than ready for some sleep.

“Well…I mean, it is a room in the house…” Trent responded, not wanting to piss off the leader of the party, but also wanting to make a point.

Silence surrounded the group as no one else spoke. They were waiting for John to give his response. With a sigh, he did: “fine…we’ll have two sleep in the front room. Matt and Joesph, that’ll be you. Trent, you’ll take the loft, I’ll have the back bedroom and (Y/N), you’ll have the front bedroom,” he then laid out the sleeping arrangements for the night. “Any questions?” he asked the group after finishing. Silence arose again, making John nod his head. “Good. Goodnight,” he dismissed the group, allowing everyone to go to their designated places.

(Y/N) slung her small bag over her shoulder and carried it to the room she’d be occupying. It wasn’t common being a woman amidst a gang of men, but she was certainly able to hold her own and proved time and time again that she was the right choice for the position she was in. Thankfully, she’d have her own room tonight.

The sight that she was met with the second she opened the door made her night a lot worse. The window next to the bed was wide open, allowing for the pouring rain to dump itself right onto the bed she was supposed to be sleeping on. A quick glance to the floor made (Y/N) realize that the window had been open for a decent amount of time because a thin layer of water was now covering the carpet.

I just want to sleep, (Y/N) thought to herself as she let out a groan. This was not how her night was supposed to end. There was no way that she’d be able to sleep in the bed she was assigned either.

After soaking in her misery for a few moments, (Y/N) shut the door to the room and turned around in the hall. She decided to walk to the other end of it and knock on the door to the back bedroom.

“What?” John asked as he opened the door, “something wrong, (Y/N)?” he asked her, his eyebrows raised. He hoped it wasn’t something too dire as he was basically half asleep at this point and wasn’t feeling anywhere close to ready to solve any major problems.

“Uh…yeah,” she answered him, sucking in a breath after speaking. It’s not like she wanted to come to him with this, but at the same time, what else was she to do? “I’m gonna have trouble sleeping in my bed.”

“Why’s that?” John asked, his brows furrowed now.

“The window was left open. It’s flooded,” she told him, not beating around the bush with her answer.

“Fuck,” John breathed, shaking his head before he squeezed his eyes shut and tipped his head back. What was he to do now? “Fuck…ok. You can have my bed,” he told her his solution.

“What? No…I’m not taking your bed, John,” (Y/N) refused his offer, not wanting to take the bed from her boss.

“Well I’m not putting you in with Matt and Joseph, there’ll be nowhere for you to sleep. And Trent’s probably long passed out. So this is the only other option,” he explained his reasoning to her.

“Where will you sleep?” she asked him, bringing up a fair point.

“I’ll find somewhere,” John brushed her concern off, too tired for it at the moment, “I’ll sleep in the hallway if I have to.”

“Why don’t you sleep with me?” (Y/N) offered, her statement immediately peaking John’s interest. “Erm, not with me…I meant, uh, you know, in the same bed…but not doing anything just…just sleeping,” she stammered out once she realized how she’d worded her previous offer.

“I know what you meant,” he brushed off her blubbered response, a slight grin present on his face. “You sure you want me to?” he asked her then, checking to make sure that she was completely ok with the idea.

“Why not?” she shrugged, making John chuckle before he stepped aside and allowed her into the room, “desperate times call for desperate measures,” she added as she stripped out of her outer clothing, leaving on her long-johns and tank top.

John nodded before the both of them got into their respective sides of the bed. They shared a glance before John reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. The room went dark, and the only sound was the rain pattering off the window that was thankfully closed. That was until John let out a snicker.

“What?” (Y/N) asked, wanting to know what he found funny.

“This can hardly be classified a desperate time or measure,” he stated, explaining why he’d just laughed, “and to tell you the truth, I’m quite happy to be sharing a bed with you,” he added.

His final statement made (Y/N)’s cheeks heat up, and she was immensely thankful that the darkness hid that reaction from him. She let out a soft laugh before looking over to where she knew he would be. “Same here, John,” she responded softly as she tried to keep her emotions bottled up.

Maybe her original room flooding wasn’t so bad after all.

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On that note. Little goodnight forehead kissies for each and every one of you. You had a long day and you did so good. I see you. I’m proud of you for facing the day and carrying on. Mere existence is enough. Now go to sleep, get nice and warm and cozy and I’ll be watching to make sure everyone’s okay during the night. Deal? Okay. Muwah. 😘

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𝙄’𝙈 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙔𝙊𝙐 - tbp texting fic !

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐬

Sunday 10:24 AM

mintisthebest :

iheartspace : ..WHERE DID YOU GET THAT 😰

acrobat : finney what did we say about the 4’s 💀…

readallaboutit : LMAOO WHAT IS HE DOING

iheartspace : it’s to damn early for this I’m going back to bed 😭

acrobat : goodnight Snooky Wookie bear 😘

iheartspace :

iheartspace : get in to early for this

acrobat : NO.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐬

1:18 PM

mintisthebest :

mintisthebest : I miss this era sm :(

mintisthebest : Ngl I had a crush on Rory he was cute 🫶🏼

iheartspace : who’s that 💀

readallaboutit : I know you didn’t just say that.

mintisthebest : don’t make me block you 😟

iheartspace : no but fr who are they..

acrobat : that’s two of the cast members of mbav (my babysitters a vampire it’s an old Disney show that was discontinued )

iheartspace : oh

mintisthebest : which is the best show ever twilight cant compare to this 🥰

iheartspace : I’m scared of twilight 🙁

acrobat : loser 💀

iheartspace : STOP IT FR IS ☹️

iheartspace : speaking of movies.. my dad isn’t home so do you guys want to come over ? and watch movies

readallaboutit : sure griffin you coming?

acrobat : do I even have a choice ? 💀

iheartspace : no 🤭

mintisthebest : I’m choosing the movie

readallaboutit : ..who said that 🤨

mintisthebest : me ☺️

readallaboutit : you’re not choosing I am

mintisthebest : if I get there first I’m choosing

readallaboutit :

mintisthebest : NAH WHAT 😟 THAT WAS ON MY MOMS FACEBOOK

acrobat : why do you look like that

mintisthebest : it was Halloween and my mom told me to stay still so she could take a picture 🙁

acrobat : so you where STIFF????!!

iheartspace : LMAOAOA

acrobat : now you know that was foul 💀

after about 20 minutes there was a soft knock at finney’s front door he rises up from his bed still in his space pajamas he tosses his phone on his bed walking to the door on his way to the front door he grabs a piece of toast opening the door he didn’t realize who it was until he looked up,eyes widened as he faces Robin in front of him and confused as why he’s here finney stood there quiet and still of trying to figure out why his crush was at his front door when he wasn’t expecting him.

then the silence was broken by Robin speaking “hi Finn I didn’t realize you were still sleep my apologies” he said with a slight smirk that made finney’s stomach whirl. “oh u-uh no—no I’m not sleeping it’s fine Uhm what brings you here?” “one of your friends texted me telling me that you wanted to hang out with me” Robin said scratching the back of his neck with a nervous smile “oh!” Finney said with a fake smile “here um come in” he invited Robin in closing the door behind him “I’ll be right back” finney said as he smiled walking into his bedroom shutting the door behind him scrolling through this phone he opened the groupchat.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐬

3:23 PM

Iheartspace : now..WHO THE FUCK SENT ROBIN TO MY HOUSE.

mintisthebest : nah..

mintisthebest has left wheezers !

iheartspace has added back a contact !

iheartspace : ur not leaving your a suspect

mintisthebest : SUSPECT ????! NAHHH

readallaboutit : Mf acting like this was a crime scene 💀

iheartspace : I’m not repeating myself who did it.

acrobat : …

readallaboutit : what are u talking about ur so silly finney lol!…

acrobat : why are u trying to gaslight him 😭

iheartspace : you guys know what I’m talking about who did it.

acrobat : 😟

iheartspace : if you guys don’t tell which one of you did it I will take a trip to your houses then you guys will have to sleep with one eye open.

readallaboutit : bruce did it

acrobat : Bruce did it

mintisthebest : YALL ARE BOTH LIARS

mintisthebest : FINNEY IT WASNT ME I SWEAR 😟☹️

readallaboutit : it was him 💀

mintisthebest : STFU U HELPED ME AND TOLD ME TO DO IT 🤬

readallaboutit :

readallaboutit : wow look at the time I guess I can’t come to your house anymore 🤷 I’m so sorry I really wish I could come

iheartspace : I’ll block and report you 💀 don’t test me billy.

acrobat : LMAOOOO

iheartspace : oh and Bruce I have a surprise for you when you get here xoxo !

mintisthebest :

mintisthebest : istg I’m running away from home 😭

readallaboutit : I hope your pillows are warm on both sides and your charger only works at a certain angle 🫶🏻 😍

mintisthebest : STAWP

pinheadvance

annoyingant : Vance

pinheadvance : what do you want.

annoyingant : Bruce is going to my house and he wanted to ask you to come over

pinheadvance : oh okay I’m on my way

annoyingant : great 🤭

pinheadvance : don’t use that emoji 💀

annoyingant : why not ☹️

pinheadvance : do I need to give you a reason.

annoyingant : nvm 😭

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