#every day they creep up on my list of all time team mates

[f1zoom-froom]

This just in: Fernando LOVES Lance, man is sharing his brake balance settings because he thinks they're the best option right now

Who is this friendly Fernando, and what has Lance done to make him so sweet?

[talesofphantombandits]

Zero to Six ~ First Impressions Count - Edited Version. Part 4.

Characters: Four X Zero (OC)

Summary: Zero was the first person to be ‘saved’ by One, she was his first honorary Ghost. Her knowledge in tech meant she got the role of ‘Hacker’ she recruited new team members, looked for missions and locations and made sure every security measure was looked at. You know normal hacker spy stuff. But her tough up bringing meant that if needs be she could fight, she was maybe even better than some people on the team knew. But due to One’s protectiveness over her she had to stay hidden, she was more of an actual ghost than the rest of the team was. This didn’t mean she couldn’t have her fun though, over the months of being with the full team she had formed quite a passionate love/ hate relationship with the handsome Four. Who knows what sparks would fly if they were ever to meet.  Warnings: Slight swearing, some suggestive flirting in later chapters.

Tagg list: (I know this is a edit of my original story but if anyone wants to be tagged let me know.) @raylan-c 

“Earth to Lilly.” 

Zero barley saw the hand in front of her face, she was too busy trying to not look around the room for Four that her assigned name for the mission didn’t register with her. But when she finally noticed the movement in front of her she looked up to see Five accompanied by the man she entered with. 

“Hi, what would you guys like to drink?” She praised herself for saving it, the guy probably just thought she was having a bad day or something, it didn’t really matter as he stumbled away from the bar, probably too drunk to notice any thing that was going on. 

“You okay?” Five leaned on the bar so she was closer to Zero. She looked towards the back of the room where Four stood now with a pretty blonde on his arm. “Scrubs up well doesn’t he?” 

Zero looked from Four to the beautiful woman in front of her. “You nervous?” 

Zero shook her head, letting out a short laugh. “Why would I be nervous? It’s not like he’s going to ever know who I am, even if he does come over to the bar. He’ll never know he talked to Zero, the infamous hacker.” 

“You two clicked so easily the first time we all met, I’m pretty sure it’s going to happen the same way in person.” Zero picked up a glass and started drying it just to distract herself. 

Suddenly more people came up and crowded the bar around Five, Zero stood up straighter and got back into character. “What would you like to drink Ma’am.” 

“A Tequila on the rocks with a lime would do just nicely.” Five smiled at her, putting her arms onto the bar. Zero just raised her eyebrows but smiled and got started on the drink. 

She finished the drink and slid it across the bar to which Five caught and took a swig, “Keep the change sweetie.” She winked as she threw a few dollars at Zero.

She scoffed as the woman pushed off the bar and made her way back to the sleazy guy who now had his arm around another woman.

“Hey Lilly, will you go change barrel 2, cheers darling.” Her manger for the night tapped her on the shoulder. 

Maybe a trip to the cellar would clear her head of any thoughts of Four, she’d need a clear head to be able to concentrate on the mission in hand. And not to be drooling over Four.

This was the only time she wished she could have her coms on her, the sound of Three’s accent would definitely calm her nervous. She knew there was a chance Four would come up to the bar at some point and with only her and another dude working there was a 50/50 chance he’d come to her to be served.

As she reached the top of the cellar stairs and started to make her way down the hall, the sounds of party goers got louder, and as she turned the corner to go back to her spot behind the bar she stopped dead in her tracks.

Leaning against the bar right where she was suppose to be serving was Four, he was looking around the room analysing who was the best person to get information from no doubt. She couldn’t help but fight for breath as he ran his hand through his slicked black blonde hair, why did this man have to look so fine?

She only snapped back to reality when her bar mate slightly shoved her to move out the way so he could get to the liqueur behind her. She finally worked up the confidence to make her way over to Four so she could take his drink order, when a very beautiful blonde woman walked into his arms, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his neck. Zero almost froze again out of shock but she was distracted by another man in front of her demanding a drink.

Guess you could say saved by the bell? Once she had served the man she finally made her way over to Four and the woman. She could tell as she got closer that they were flirting, she felt a sudden irritation that, that woman wasn’t her but shook it off when she remembered this was a mission and One would kill Four with his bare hands if he ever started any sort of relationship outside of the ghosts.

“What can I get you both?” The Irish accent was so foreign to her, one of the other things that her and Four had bonded over was that they were both British, so I guess you could say the change in accent was vital to not giving away her identity. She played it off though as Four placed his order without even looked her way. Too distracted by the blonde that was now sucking on his neck like a vampire, this made Zero gag in disgust.

She got to making the order of a big glass of rosé wine and a beer, it distracted her from the rated R scene unfolding in front of her. As she placed the wineglass on the counter the woman finally looked up and saw her alcohol was ready to consume.

“Are you trying to get me drunk sir?” She giggled and leaned into him again.

Zero just rolled her eyes, she placed the beer bottle a little too hard on the counter. A drop of beer flew out over the rim of the glass and splashed on his jacket sleeve and hand. Four’s eyes instantly snapped up to Zero’s, she was taken aback by how deep the green of his eyes were.

She had to take a step back. “Whoops.”  She titled her head, raising a eyebrow as Four just stared at her in shock. Her eyes were momentarily directed to the blonde by his side as she scoffed in disgust at the interaction, or the loss of attention she was now getting.  

Zero just smiled at the woman, then decided to let Four mull over the tiny interaction for a bit as she made her way a little down the bar to serve other people.  All the time she worked she could feel Fours eyes burning into the side of her head, she couldn’t help but laugh at how she knew the blonde was reacting when she caught him staring. She knew there was definitely a connection between herself and Four, It was strong just talking over coms but here right in front of him she felt like she was on fire. The worst thing being that she couldn’t do anything about it, it pained her greatly that he was sat there, right in front of her and he didn’t even know who she was. 

She wondered if he’d felt it too, the electricity between them. By the way he kept looking over at her she had a feeling he had, but she couldn’t rush to conclusions not when One wouldn’t hear any of her pleas to meet the team in person. He either shouted at her or just completely ignored her. As she made her way back to the couple she noticed the blonde woman walking off, she highly doubt she’d leave Four’s side for very long. She probably left to go to the little girls room, Zero took this as a sign to go see if he wanted another drink and if not this was her chance to talk to him without his annoying friend. 

She’d only took two steps in Four’s direction when a hand grabbed her upper arm, she looked at it with a bored expression. Her eyes trailing up the arm to find a very drunk old man, with a red and blotchy face looking back at her.  This is the one thing she didn’t miss about social interaction, the creeps that think they can just lay their hands on woman without permission, she was going to enjoy messing this guy up. 

He leaned over the bar as far as he could. “Get me a drink wench.” He slurred.

She turned to face him calmly. “I suggest you get your hand off of me, and act a bit more respectfully. Do you know where you are sir?” She tried not to show in her voice just how irritated she was. This guy was so drunk he couldn’t even look Zero in the eye without going cross eyed. 

She sensed movement to her right. “She asked you to let go of her mate.” She turned to look at Four who just winked at her.  The cheek of this guy. 

But Zero could handle herself, she’d had two years in seclusion with no fun what was causing a little chaos? Sure One would have something to say about it but she wasn’t scared of him.  She suddenly covered the mans hand with her free hand and pulled his arm until his full body crashed against the bar, it was hard enough to shock the man back to his senses but not enough to make a big scene. He started to struggle and pant against the hard wood, Zero bent down so the guy could see her. 

“When a lady asks you to let her go, you let go.” She let go of him, he shot up and gave her a cold stare. “Learn some manners, or the next woman you piss off won’t let you off so kindly.” He stumbled away but not without muttering a ‘Bitch’ in her direction. 

She knew that Four was still off to the side, she looked over and saw the entertained look on his face. “I’d say thank you but I did all the work, so I won’t.” She said as she cleared some glasses to be washed off the bar. 

“Hey, I was enjoying the show, plus I wouldn’t have stopped you from hurting that ass-hole. Besides, it looked like you had it all under control I was just going to jump in if things got ugly.” He sat back in the stool right in front of where she started cleaning the glasses. 

“Still it wouldn’t be a good night in a bar without a fight would it?” She smiled up at Four only to find him already staring at her in awe, she didn’t know when they had lent in so close to each other. But the moment between them was ruined when the high pitched shrill of the blonde was heard over Four’s shoulder. Zero sighed and moved back again.

“Baby.” She slurred more than she had earlier, Zero was in no doubt she’d taken something in the restroom. “Grab me another wine and come cuddle with me in the booth.” She rested up against him again and give him the ugliest puppy dog eyes Zero had ever seen. 

‘I hope she’s worth the information Four’ Zero thought to herself. The best way of getting information on old rich men was getting his sugar baby drunk and send in a younger more handsome man to seduce her, that was Four’s tactic anyway. 

As soon as Zero put the wine glass on the bar the blonde snatched it up and took a big gulp, she then started to pull Four off to a booth in the back.  Zero wished for more time talking to Four, hell she even wished it was her pulling him off to a dark booth in the back. She shook her head, she’d never have that but it’s okay because she knew One wouldn’t approve anyway.  

Before the blonde could pull Four completely away from the bar he turned to Zero and mouthed a ‘sorry’ paired with a charming smile that made her heart sing.  To her surprised the blonde also turned to look back at Zero, she gave her the slimmest of grins. Like she knew she’d ultimately won Four’s affections, Zero’s only response was to flip her off. To which the blonde scoffed and disappeared into the darker corner of the room. 

Zero’s mind wandered to what Four thought she looked like, if he thought she was like the blonde he would be sourly disappointed. She wanted to ask One if Four had ever enquired about her but she knew the answer she’d get if she ever asked anything about Four. 

Zero served for another hour or so, and it was just her luck that right as her shift was about to end a fight broke out. She thought this was suppose to be a classy place, but then again where there is booze there’s going to be fights.

 She leapt over the bar to try help the other people break it up but in the process she got sucker punched by one of the guys who totally missed his mark.  She fell to the floor but was quickly helped by a nice woman how offered to look at her wound, she declined. Convincing the woman she’d be fine and promising to put ice on it when she got home. 

Zero was making her way to the back exit when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket, she stopped just outside the fire exit. It was One calling for a debrief in one of the hotel kitchens. The text must have been meant for only her and Five, so she made her way out of the exit and found the backpack with a change of clothes she’d hidden as she’d come in.  She changed into some black leather pants, a black top with long mesh sleeves and a leather jacket. She took the wig off, ruffling out her naturally short hair and stuffed it in the backpack with everything else then tossed it into a nearby dumpster. 

She set off and rounded the front of the building, entering the main lobby like a normal guest she was supposed to be.  When she finally entered the back kitchen she was relived to only see Five, who turned and looked at Zero when she closed the door behind her. Her face soon fell to shocked, like she wasn’t expecting her to be there Zero was about to ask what that was all about but Five rushed forwards. 

“Zero your lip!” It was only in this moment that Zero felt the wetness on her chin, she reached a hand up only to pull it away and see the crimson liquid on her finger tips. “Here take a seat.”  Zero did as Five asked and hoisted herself up on a counter top. 

Five turned and walked away, only returning in front of Zero when she had located the medical kit.

She was cleaning the blood off of Zero’s chin with what she assumed was a septic wipe when One appeared in the kitchen, he took one look at Zero then went feral.  “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” 

Taken aback at his sudden outburst, Zero held her hands up. “Woah! what do you mean what am I doing here? You sent me a text to meet in the kitchens!” 

“What! no I didn’t, I only sent that to the rest of the team.” Zero held up her phone to show One he definitely sent her the text. 

He swore under his breath and proceeded to barrel towards her. “You need to leave! right now!.” But before he could get her off the surface of the work top they all heard laughter and talking coming towards them from the hall.

One backed off, run his hand through his hair, nervous at the events that were about to unfold. 

“I’m telling you! you should have seen it, it was like she was sucking the soul out of his body. She was literally eating his face.” Three laughed as he held the door open for Two and Four. “Poor Four didn’t know what to do with himself, the only action he’s seen recently is over coms with Zero!” Three poked a red faced Four in the chest while laughing at his discomfort.   Both were blissfully unaware of the three people standing behind them panicked, this wasn’t suppose to happen, Zero was never meant to be the same room with the full team, she didn’t even have time to process how happy she was to see her only family finally in front of her.

As his laughter died down, Three and Four turned to the middle of the room. Three hosting himself up on a counter and Four leaning on the door frame. Two had been seizing Zero up the moment she stepped into the room, typical of an ex spy always fully alert. Zero thought to herself that she wouldn’t be at all surprised if Two knew exactly who she was. 

When it finally registered, the whole room went silent the whole team just stared at Zero, even Five had stopped patching Zero’s lip up, she looked at her for help but Five suddenly found the floor to be extremely interesting. The only person not looking was One, who was leaning over a table most likely trying to come up with a solution to this disaster.

Out of everyone in that room she had expected Two to be the one to make the first move, she was however shocked when it was Four who spoke up. “Are we just not going to discuss the stranger in the room? Why is the bartender here?” So he recognised her, he tilted his head cutely as they stared each other down. This little shit also had the audacity to smirk at her. “and why is Five giving her first aid?” 

[jaycewrites-192000]

Growl: Chapter 4

Warnings: None.

Tags: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman

As you were walking to school, you decided to mentally make a list of things to remember to do during the practice match. It was a bit overwhelming, even though you weren't the one in the game, you were still going to be surrounded by lots of new people. You sighed and clutched onto your bag tightly. "Calm down. Talking to people isn't that bad..." You lie to yourself. Talking to people was the worst, especially when you preferred to just keep to your own little circle. But you didn't really have a choice now, you were a team manager. Talking to people was part of your job now. As you approached the gate of the school, a certain someone caught your eye. "Oh really?" You mutter. It was Mad Dog. Great. Now you have to deal with awkwardness on top of anxiety.

"H-hey." You greet him. He only glances at you briefly before continuing to walk. Since you were both heading in the same direction, you decided to walk beside him. Not too close though, you didn't want to make this weirder than it already was. "I'm uh, sorry for walking in on you last night. I thought you and the others were gone already."

Mad dog shrugs it off, as if it didn't phase him. "You...you don't talk a lot do you?" You question. He of course didn't respond to this. Walking in awkward silence was killing you. Glancing at him, you noticed something hanging from his bag. It was a dog key chain. "You like dogs?" He nods. "Me too." You smile slightly. "I think my favorite kind of dog has to be (dog type). I just love them." Mad dog nods again.

"They're cool." He finally says. His voice shocked you, it was deeper than you thought it would be. "Y-yeah." Again, you both walked in silence until you were inside the school. You waved him off as you both parted ways to your respective class rooms.

"Hey L/n-Chan!" Oikawa greets. "How can you be so energetic in the morning?" You mutter while taking your seat. "Well we have a big day ahead of us! Haruki's volleyball team is paying us a little visit." You leaned on your hand and stared out the window. "Haruki huh? Never heard of that school." Oikawa shook his head with a sigh. "Would it kill you to do your research? You'll be meeting them as well as us." He was right, you would have to get to know the other team, especially their manager. They would know best about what they're doing, and they could possibly help you. "I guess so." You say with a shrug. "You can be so impossible sometimes L/n-Chan!" Oikawa whines. "Just like Iwa-Chan"

"What was that?" Iwaizumi growls.

Before Oikawa could make a good argument for himself, the teacher walked in and began class. The entire time all you could think about was how the practice match would go. And maybe every now and then, Mad Dog would pop into your mind. When he wasn't glaring daggers into you, he was pretty decent. 'I guess if I want to be friends with him I should start using his real name.' You think. What was it again? Kyotani Kentaro? Pretty cool name. And at least you two had one thing in common, that you could both appreciate how wonderful and good dogs were. He had to have had a pet dog of his own. You wondered what breed it was. Maybe one that matched him perfectly. Like a Pit Bull or a German Shepard.

Great, now you had no idea what was happening in class. Not that you really cared, it was just some stupid math thing. You could always just team up with Oikawa and beg Iwaizumi to help you study if a test was coming up. You had a feeling that he would be more helpful towards you though.

After class was over, you, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi made your way to the gym.

Your P.O.V

As always the gym was spotless and as fancy as always. At least we didn't have to worry about cleaning it. Now all that was left was getting the net set up and the volleyballs ready. "I'll go and get the uniforms before the others show up." I say as you walked to the storage rooms. "Alright. Me and Lazykawa will set up the net while you do that." Iwaizumi said as he dragged Oikawa along. I entered the storage room and folded each uniform. Finally came across number 16. Kyotani's number. Like a creep, I stared at it for a bit longer than I thought I would. I felt a tinge of heat rise to my cheeks, the memory of seeing Kyotani shirtless entered my mind. Quickly I folded it and carried it out with the others. Just as I left, the other team mates entered the gym. Just in time. "Hey guys." I greet them as I hand out their uniforms. I'm surprised that I managed to remember everyone's numbers so quickly. Once I got to Kyotani my hands started to tremble. I swallow down my nerves and hand him his uniform. His hands brushed against my own as he took it. "Thanks." He muttered before slinging his uniform over his shoulder and walking to the changing rooms with the others.

"L/n-Chan's face is red!" Oikawa teases. "Shut it Shittykawa!" I snap at him.

Soon the volleyball team of Haruki High arrived. Their light green track suits they wore matched the green and white volleyball uniforms their wore underneath. The words, "Haruki", were written on the back of their suits. "Thank you for having us!" The team bows their head before entering. Oikawa was the first to speak to the team. "Welcome to Aoba Johsei. Let's have a good match." He held out his hand for the Haruki captain. He smiles warmly and meets Oikawa's hand with his own. 'Since when does Oikawa act friendly with any other team? Cheap trick Shittykawa.' I think with a slight scowl. And with that, the two teams began the match.

While the match went on, my attention slowly slipped from what was going on, to the other team's manager. She was fairly tall with short light brown hair and teal eyes. She held a clipboard in her hand, writing down something every now and then. Maybe she was writing down our team's moves or keeping track of their team's mistakes. Should I be doing that too? I turn my attention back to the match. Our team seemed to be winning at the moment. And as always, Kyotani was aggressive. He nearly landed a shot right into the other player's face. It could have broken his nose. "Yikes." I mutter.

The match was over as soon as it started, our team won, as expected I assumed. Words were being exchanged between teams, congratulations, tips, and just casual conversation. So I took this opportunity to talk to Haruki's manager. "Hello there." I wave. "Hello." She smiles softly. "This team sure is seething. We'll have to work harder if we want to keep up. My name is Shinozaki Camie."

"I'm L/n Y/n. Nice to meet you." I smile. "I was wondering if I could ask for some advice." Camie nods and placed her hands on her hips. "Sure thing. Fire away."

"Ok, well I'm kinda new at this whole manager thing. And I don't really know what I'm doing, but I watching you during the match and you seemed so focus on both teams at once. What were you writing anyway?" I asked. "Oh just your team's moves. I'm curious to know what would happen if my team could learn them. Maybe we can get half as good as these guys. Why do you ask?"

"Should I be doing something like that? I'm not to experienced at volleyball nor was I too fond of it before but, since I'm here I do want to try my best." I tell her honestly. Camie pats my back. "Well! You're already half way there. Just you wanting to try harder is already telling on how good of a manager you'll be. But yeah, you can try what I did. And remember, communication is key. Ask around with your teammates. Maybe they can help you more than you think." She had a point, even after becoming manager I didn't really speak with the team as much as I should have been. "Thank you Shinozaki-San. I'll do my best." Camie gave me a thumbs up before waving goodbye. She returned to her team who thanked Seijoh before leaving. I walk back to the team and hurried to hand out water. "Uh, good work you guys. You really uh...showed them?"

"Aw look at who's actually talking to the team! You're a little awkward but still-" Iwaizumi elbows him in the side. "Thank you L/n." I nod and hand out towels as well. "I'm going to start trying harder. I know how much volleyball means to you guys, though I don't really get it. So I'm going to try to be the best manager I can be for you all." I say determined. "L-L/n-Chan!" Oikawa says, still in pain from Iawazimi's hit. The rest of the team were very appreciative of my words, it was little weird but I had to get rid of that feeling. I meant what I said, I'm going to do my best, I want to make them proud.

I'm going to be the best manger Seijoh has ever had!

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[demivampirew]

Amelie

Protective-Dad Henry one shot.

Summary: Henry and you had a daughter when you were twenty years old. Now, Amelie is a teenager and has to tell his dad that she’s dating a boy.

Triggers: Talking about sex; young pregnancy (and the struggle of being young parents) - I think those are all the triggers 😁

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- Please, don't make me do this, mom! - Amelie pleaded.

- You want to be treated like an adult, then act like one.- you said with a steady voice.

She looked at you angrily but begging for mercy at the same time but then finally obeyed your order and went into his father's computer room to share the news. As she started to find a way to tell her dad about her new boyfriend, you laid against the door frame to witness the conversation.

- Dad, I ... I... -the teenager began, trying to find the words that seemed to vanished from her head out of fear.

She and her dad were closed and she was the apple of his eyes. From the moment she was born, he went above and beyond to make sure she would have everything she could ever need and want. You two were a great team, making sure she was happy but did not spoil her too much and made her work hard on domestic tasks for her to pay for any unnecessary item she wanted to help her learn about the importance of valuing work.

Having a kid when you were only twenty was a challenge that you hope she would never have to face herself. In your case, you were lucky: you were dating the most wonderful man who saw that pregnancy as a miracle despite the difficulties it may bring with it. He was next to you every second he could and even on those times he had to be in LA as he tried hard to make it in Hollywood -many times he tried to quit and join the Royal Marines so he could support you and the baby, but every time you would encourage him to keep fighting for his dream-job since you were lucky to have a well-paid job as a secretary for your cousin who was a Doctor and thankfully counted with the help of yours and his mom to look after the baby girl while you worked. But, even if you were living apart for months, he would be there one way or another.

The last few years he had been busier travelling around the world, but he remained the same loving father and husband that he had always been.

For someone who would have done anything for his little angel, like renouncing his dream career or even risk his life on the Marines so he could give his family a decent life, it would be hard to digest the fact that she had a boyfriend. He may not be one of those authoritative dads, a controlling father figure, but he was overprotective. He would not shame his daughter for wanting a relationship, but he didn't trust guys. He lived his life in fear of that day in which his princess would found a guy: what if he hurt her when he wasn't around to protect her? What if he wanted her just for sex and broke her heart? Those were some of the worries he has had since she turned fourteen, he knew that this day was likely to happen.

- What's going on, Mel? - he asked worriedly as he stood up from his pc-chair and approached her to cup her face on his hands, inspecting her face to make sure she was ok.

-I... - Amelie took a deep breath and spilt out the words- I have a boyfriend.- she said and closed her eyes of fear - no because she feared he would get violent or anything like that; she didn't want to see the disappointment and pain on his face.

- That can't be possible! No, no, no... you're a little girl! - he exclaimed, frustrated.

- I'm not! I'm fifteen, dad!- she argued.

- Exactly! Fifteen! A baby! - he confirmed.

- I'm only five years younger than you two when you had me.- she replied angrily.

- Darling, I love you, but being a parent at that age wasn't exactly a walk in the park. We struggle a lot to make it work. Do you want to be in our shoes? - he questioned.

- OMG, Dad, stop it!- Mel shouted embarrassed.

- You're the same age that the girl from Taylor Swift's song Fifteen and you know what happened to that girl? She had a boyfriend and he only wanted to have sex with her.- he explained.

At that moment, you chuckled at the fact that he knew so well a Taylor Swift song - probably he got into her music to bond with his daughter who was a big fan of her music. They both looked at you as if they just noticed you there.

- See? I told you I shouldn't have told him!- the teenager reproached you.

- Did you know about this?! - Henry asked you surprised and disappointed. - Anyway, you're not allowed to keep seeing this boy.-he ordered.

- Go to your room.- you asked gently to the girl who was both angry and sad. She was about to cry, you knew it.

After Amelie stormed out of the room, you approached your husband who was now sitting on the chair, lost in his thoughts. You went from behind and leaned to hug him. He placed his hands over yours but didn't speak as he was still caught on the argument he just had with his little princess.

- Why did she have to grow up so fast? - he wondered sadly.

- I know.- you replied softly close to his ear.- You need to talk to her...you need to stop preventing her from seeing this boy or any other person she might want to date in the future.

He turned around to face you. Your eyes on his and vice-versa. His arms embraced you when you sit on his lap to be closer to him to talk more comfortably.

- Look, I know that you think you're doing the best for her and all you want to do it's protect her, but you're doing the opposite by prohibiting her from having a relationship.- you began to explain as you played with the few curls on his hair.- She's not a kid any more...she might be your little angel and she will continue to be so until your dying day. She'll never cease to be your precious Melie, no matter her age. But now, this is an important time in the life of a woman or any person: she's starting to have feelings, desires, dreams, etc and we need to encourage her to pursue them in a safe environment. If you act the way you just did, that won't stop her from dating, but she'll avoid telling you and you risk losing that close bond you work so hard to have. Besides, if she doesn't trust you to tell you she's dating someone because she knows you'll get mad at her, she probably won't share if something bad happens to her, if she's been hurt in any way, because she might believe you blamed that on her and how do you expect to protect your daughter if she doesn't allow you to know about her intimacy.

- But, that's exactly why I don't want her to date! She's young and boys are creeps and only think of sex. What if someone uses her for that o worse, forced himself on her? - he questioned worriedly. He was almost in tears by the thought of somebody hurting his little girl.

- Give her the benefit of doubt. I was around her age when I had my first boyfriend and yes, he was one of those who only wanted me for sex, but I was smart enough to realize that and I left him before anything happened. A lot of my friends and school-mates went through that, some were smart as I was, other not so much but learned an important lesson and few lucky ladies truly found amazing guys who were in love with them. I found you no long after that and you didn't want me only for that, did you?- you asked even though you already knew the answer.

- Of course not, you were everything to me.- he confirmed.

- Don't you think Amelie is special enough for her to find somebody like you?

- I guess.-he replied sighing, defeated.

- Don't lose the bond you have with her. Let her know that no matter what her dad will always be there for her. That she doesn't have to hide anything from you, that eventually, you will be ok with it and that you only want her to be safe.- you advised him. He nodded and then pressed his forehead against yours as he placed one of his hands on your face.

- You two are my entire world.- he said softly.

- I know, baby. And you are mine too.- you replied with a smile.

Henry kissed you and then he went to talk to his daughter while you headed to the living room to replied some work-mails from on your laptop. Later, your daughter came into the room and hugged you.

-Thanks, mom, you're the best!- she thanked you.

- You're welcome, sweetie.- you answered- You have to understand your dad... he's done the impossible to protect you and now he's scared for you because the world is dangerous for us, women, and he was a teen too; he grew up with other boys of that age who weren't as nice and he fears you might found someone that doesn't have the best intentions with you. He wants you to be safe, that's all.- you informed her and she nodded.

On Sunday, you organized for Tyler, your daughter's boyfriend, to come to have lunch with the family so you could meet him officially.

The boy was polite and well-educated. He had impeccable modals for a fifteen-year-old and seemed smart too.

He seemed to be intimidated by your husband, who purposely acted menacing -which made you rolled your eyes and chuckled.

You had to give credits when it's due: the boy not only survived the day with his girlfriend's dad but he actually managed to get him to like him - all things considered. He was a gamer and into comic books and fantasy books, he found something to bond with your husband

[ickle-ronniekins]

sugar rush

request from anon: hiiiiiiiiii! c: i love your stories, and the way you write a fluffy george gets me every time. can i request a super shy, easily flustered, head in the clouds, gryffindor fem!reader with a hilariously soft and smitten george? 👉🏼👈🏼 i just really need my fill on fluff and fluff and fluff ;-; if that’s okay? thank you

pairing: george x gryffindor fem!reader

word count: 4.4k oops

A/N: i love flustered reader and i love flustered smitten george even MORE; hope she’s flustered enough? hope he’s flustered enough??? this literally took me 12 hours to write lol

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George Weasley doesn’t normally find himself so very easily nervous around girls. If anything, his charm normally puts forth a bit of confidence. But with you, it’s different. He finds his heart hammering in his chest, sometimes he’s at a loss for words, or your actions take him by surprise in the most wonderful of ways.

When you both go for the last sugar quill at Honeydukes, the clerk behind the desk shrugs his shoulders as if to say, That’s the final one—work it out amongst yourselves.

When he turns to look at you, his face flushes red and he feels as though his feet are cemented into the ground. He’s frozen. He blinks a few times—it’s almost as if you aren’t real, you’re so beautiful— “For the lady, then,” George says and smirks at you. As a nervous smile tugs at the edges of your lips, he spots the Gryffindor colors when you pull your scarf out from your coat pockets. Your sparkly eyes are intriguing.

“Thank you,” you reply nervously, paying the clerk and turning back toward George. “That’s really nice of you.”

And before he can say anything else or get to know you better, even your name, you float out of the store and out of sight. George stands there, still frozen, before coming out of his daydream-like state, and rushes out of the store.

“Wait!”

He runs out of Honeydukes, leaving his very confused brothers and friends behind, and catches you before you get back to the castle. Blimey, you’re a quick walker. You freeze, whirling around to face him.

“I’d at least like to know the name of the girl I gave up my favorite sweet for,” he says, panting a bit, and smiles softly at you. When you grin back, he feels a tug at his heartstrings.

Your face goes rosy, and you shake your head in utter embarrassment. “Oh my, I’m so sorry—I can’t believe—should’ve introduced myself.. I’m Y/N—”

He can’t help but laugh a little at your flustered form. “Y/N,” George repeats, your name swimming through his mind. “I’m George.. Weasley, by the way. Thought I recognized you.” He points at your Gryffindor scarf. “We’re in Potions together, yeah?”

You nod in reply, biting your lip, giving the same smile that you had given him in Honeydukes. He comes to realize this is a huge hint to your nervousness, finding amusement in the fact that your eyes shift down toward your shoes, as well, avoiding any and all eye contact. Then you glance up at him, “Really brilliant match last week, by the way.”

George is caught off guard by this. “Oh—thanks,” he says brightly, excited to know that you’ve been watching Quidditch matches. He points to the Ballycastle Bats team pin you have on your bag, “Northern Ireland fan, are you?”

“Think I’d be shunned by my family if I wasn’t.”

“Won’t be able to convert you to a Cannons fan, I reckon?”

Your lips twitch. “Afraid not.”

He laughs as he watches you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear nervously, “Ever play before?”

“Oh, god,” you reply, nearly dropping your sweets onto the muddy ground beneath you, “No—I’m complete, complete rubbish.” George can see your cheeks go rosy again, but is it from the cold, or the nerves? “No, I mean, I’d love to play, really would, but I reckon I’d send Gryffindor’s rep plummeting.”

George slams his hands into his pockets, as if this is going to help him fight his own nerves, “I’m sure you’re not that bad.. maybe you just need a few lessons,”

Was this an offer? He doesn’t break the gaze you two are holding. You say softly, “Yeah—maybe. But not Seeker—my eyesight is awful.”

Again, George laughs. “Well what would you play?”

You tilt your head in thought. “Always wanted to be a Chaser. Or Beater, maybe.”

This impresses him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you reply very shyly, “but I wouldn’t be nearly as good as you and your brother.”

His insides turn gooey and warm at this compliment and he thanks you. It’s now aware that George’s brothers have found him as they call out to him from behind, and he’s wishing that they hadn’t. He wants more time. “Well—it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Careful with that quill, now, don’t want to go and give yourself a sugar rush.”

Your shy laugh catches him by surprise. He didn’t think his comment was particularly funny. He sucks in a breath as you adjust your scarf, giving him a tiny grin once again and raising your hand before turning back around and heading toward the castle. He runs a hand anxiously through his hair, thinking to himself, What the bloody hell was that? but then pauses, because he remembers that whatever the hell he’d said—it had made you laugh—and he’d say it over and over if it meant he could continue to listen to that sound escape your lips again.

Behind him, he can still hear his friends calling out his name in confusion, but it’s easy to ignore them as he watches your scarf move slightly in the wind before you’re back into the castle and out of sight yet again.

“Mate,” he hears Fred say, as the other Weasley brothers and friends finally catch up with him, “you are rubbish at this flirting thing.” They all fall into a fit of raucous laughter—guess they’d heard more than George originally thought.

But he just ignores them and turns back, staring at the spot you just were, merely a few feet away from him, the echo of your laugh still playing back in his mind on repeat. With a small smirk, he tries to suppress the butterflies in his stomach and he says to nobody in particular, “Reckon I’m better than you think I am.”

The Great Hall is absolutely buzzing during dinner—finally, the weekend. George is completely ignoring the game of exploding snap in front of him, when Ron smacks him across the face.

“Oi!” George yells, bringing a hand to his stinging cheek, “what the bloody hell was that for?”

“Quit ignoring the game!” Ron says a bit angrily.

“Do I need to play Weasley mediator?” Harry asks sarcastically.

Ron softens a bit, grunts something that slightly resembles a sorry, and waits for George to take his turn. He does this quickly, and turns back toward the end of the table, where you’re sitting, reading intently some book clutched tightly in your hands. Fred stifles a laugh and a female voice beside him says, “What’s up with him?”

George is caught off guard and whips his head around, only to see Ginny and Hermione take their places next to Harry and Ron. He’s ready to tell his sister that there’s nothing up, nothing at all, because George hates it when his siblings get involved in his personal life, but regrettably, Fred beats him to the punch.

“Oh, not much,” Fred replies, stretching his arms back behind his head, shoving a treacle tart into his mouth, “Georgie boy here is just in love with Y/N and can’t handle his own feelings. ‘Tis adorable. Never seen the bloke so flustered before.”

George shoots his twin an angry look and the feeling of dread creeps up inside his chest. Ginny’s eyes widen. “Oooh,” she prods a bit teasingly, “since when?”

“I’m not in love with her,” George snaps, making everyone go silent for a moment as they all try and hold back their laughter. “I—just—don’t know her very well—”

“But he’d like too.”

George flicks a treacle tart at Ron, who catches it at the last moment and glances toward Hermione, who he’s sad to see doesn’t look quite as amused at his teasing as he hopes she would. He focuses once again on George, whose ears are bright red. A little bit more quietly, he says, “Caught them together in Honeydukes the other day—” another tart hits Ron right across the face.

“She’s really sweet, she is,” says Ginny brightly, the mocking tone to her voice now gone, “you know, if you’re looking for that sort of thing.” Almost immediately as it had gone, the sarcasm came back. Fred playfully nudges his little sister in the ribs.

George tries his best to hide his curiosity about how his sister knows you by pretending to be distracted by a game of exploding snap and picking at the food on his plate. When you stand up from your seat, clearly making your way toward the Gryffindor common room for the night, George’s eyes lock with yours and he raises a hand and grins before he realizes that everyone is watching him.

You smile back and hug your book tighter before heading out of the Great Hall, and even as the cackling and teasing around him continues, George can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

When he’s trudging through the hallways with his twin, watching as passerbys head into their next classes, he doesn’t expect to see you.

You should be in class already, no?

Fred catches this. “Oh boy,” he teases, nudging his twin in the ribs, “going to get more than a smile out of her today?”

George shoves him into a nearby wall when Fred begins to snicker as George yells your name down the corridor. “Hey, Y/N!”

He catches up with you in the now empty corridor and you grin shyly at him. “Hello, George.”

“Coming to the match this weekend?”

He tries not to get his hopes up, but is pleasantly surprised to hear you say yes. “Wouldn’t miss it,” you tell him, now walking toward him. “Versus Ravenclaw, yeah?”

George nods in agreement.

You look around the corridor, making sure nobody else is around, and when you are finally satisfied to see that the coast is clear, you tell him, “Their team is rubbish this year. You guys have it in the bag.”

He beams at you. “Thanks,” he replies, “well—hopefully, you never know with Quidditch. Maybe afterwards we could have those lessons I promised?”

You peer at him in surprise, a little taken aback. “Was—was that a promise?”

“Well, I’d certainly like to—if you still do.”

His heart flutters when you agree. Switching the books in your one arm to the other, albeit clumsily, you stand across from him, careful not to drop your belongings to the ground. “Yeah—that, um, sounds nice.” A small, nervous chuckle escapes your lips.

There’s a bit of comfortable silence between the two of you as he processes this, excited beyond belief. His insides are swirling nervously and he fixes his bag across his shoulder.

“Free period?”

“Yes,” you reply breathlessly, clutching your bag tighter around your shoulder. “Just heading to the library to finish that Potions essay,” you roll your eyes. George grins sheepishly at you, remembering the assignment but figuring he’ll worry about that later. “Did you have a good lunch?”

“Yeah—good, really good,” he replies, tugging at the edges of his robe sleeves, “and you?”

You smile sweetly. “Very good, thanks.” There’s another bit of silence between you when George realizes he has absolutely no idea what to say next, but thankfully, you come to the rescue—for more than one reason. “You have a free period, as well?”

George’s eyes widen in horror when the realization hits him like a ton of bricks—only mere seconds have passed, but he should be in his Transfiguration class by now. It’s as if the thought of her brings her out of her classroom, because Professor McGonagall pokes her head out of her classroom and says, “Mr. Weasley, please make your way in for your lesson. Now is not the time to flirt with pretty girls, I’m afraid—I’d rather you leave your teenage mischief for the common room.”

When McGonagall ducks back into the classroom, George peers back at you, his cheeks a bit rosy and his mind swirling with anxious thoughts.

“You should go,” you tell him sheepishly, nudging him gently toward the classroom, “wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of McGonagall’s outbursts.” You laugh a bit and turn to head toward the library.

“She’s right, you know,” George says, not ready to leave just yet.

“About what?”

“The flirting thing,” he tells you with a cheesy grin, “even if I am rubbish at it.”

Your face flushes red and you immediately peer down at your shoes, nervousness boiling up inside you. George laughs haughtily at your flustered state, throwing his head back before glancing at you once more. He watches as your face changes from anxiety-ridden to very, very cheeky.

“And the pretty?”

George swallows over the lump in his throat and sucks in a breath. He hadn’t expected you to say anything about this, but it takes every ounce of his being to not go off about your beauty. “Well of course she was right about that.”

Feeling quite pleased with himself, he winks, noticing the smile tugging at the edges of your lips before you both turn and head off in your respective directions.

It’s obvious, now, that Professor Snape is in a worse mood than he normally is. The Dungeons seem darker, colder, less appealing (as if that’s possible) and George is crossing his fingers that this class flies by—that is, until you walk in. It seems as though the room brightens up.

It’s the first assignment of the year that Snape breaks you apart into groups—by houses, of course. George’s heart begins hammering in his chest when you slide into the seat next to him and across from his twin, whose eyes are going back and forth between the two of you as you all take out your textbooks and place them on the table.

Fred notices the Quidditch pin on your bag, just as George had that time in Hogsmeade. “Think we can get you to switch over to the Cannons?”

“No such luck, sir,” you reply softly, laying out the ingredients for your potion neatly next to your cauldron, “I’m sort of exclusively dedicated to the Bats.”

Words are escaping George’s lips before he can even register what he’s saying. “Her family would have her head if she fancied any other team.”

The two of you peer at each other, exchanging soft smiles, while Fred just shakes his head, as if to imply he was feeling some type of secondhand embarrassment from the rubbish flirting going on between you and his brother. It is then revealed, Fred realizes, that George has absolutely no plan whatsoever on how to continue this conversation, as he finds himself tripping over his words—so unlike him. “So, er, we need—what do we need exactly?” George kicks his brother underneath the table after a mocking laugh, leaving a red faced Fred doubled over in pain.

Snape’s constant glances at your group seem to be making George more nervous than possible. Normally, he doesn’t worry this much when it comes to classes, but with you sitting next to him, he finds himself incredibly focused on his assignment in front of him.

“Okay,” he says eventually, his body language exuding nothing but confidence, “Reckon we can finish this rather quickly, now—just need two more bezoars?”

“No!” you nearly jump out of your seat, but you aren’t quick enough. “George, just one!”

The potion erupts in the cauldron and George is left with soot all over his face and in his hair. Fred bursts into raucous laughter next to him while you cup a hand over your mouth. From the table next to yours, a Slytherin asks jokingly, “Seamus Finnegan isn’t in our year, is he?”

You hurriedly head to the supply closet, pull out a clean rag and race back over to your table, nearly tripping over your robes. George is almost happy his face is covered—the black soot is hiding the very obvious tomato-red color of his face now. But still, he can’t help but laugh at himself.. just a little bit. “Don’t worry, I—I can fix it,” you tell him tentatively.

You sway your wand above the cauldron, bringing it back to it’s correct dark green colour, and gently dab his face and run a hand through his hair. You’re starting to see that bright red again. And then it’s as if everything around you stops, and the world goes still and silent. You’re still running a hand through his hair, and George is peering at you with solemn eyes, his breathing becoming heavier, when Snape very rudely interrupts you both, making you jump.

“Had it not been for Y/N L/N’s quick fix, it would’ve been easy to mark this abysmal,” Snape tells you all, looking disgusted when he glances inside your cauldron at the potion you’ve concocted. “Respectable, I suppose.”

When you both finally notice that everyone around you is watching you in surprise, you quickly rub some of the soot off of George’s robes and quickly swing your bag over your shoulder, eager to leave the dungeons and regroup. You bite your lip and offer a small grin, “Erm—see you later,”

As George trudges behind his twin up the stairs for the next class, still trying to wipe away the soot from his face, Fred tells him teasingly, “Well—that went well,”

George shoves him as they both continue to laugh. “She’s—just—things are fine,” he says through gritted teeth.

“You’ve just got to do it already, haven’t you?” comes the voice of Ron, who slips next to them as they wander through the corridors, Harry by his side. “Just kiss her already, mate.”

“C’mon, ‘m taking my time. I don’t want to.. scare her away.”

“Ah yes,” Fred begins sarcastically, bouncing down the hallways now, “don’t kiss her as soon as you possibly can—girls love that.”

It’s nearly eleven p.m. when the common room finally clears. You’re sitting near the fire, many pieces of parchment on the table in front of you, and you’ve got the back end of your quill in your mouth. George continues to steal glances at you whilst trying desperately to finish homework of his own.

“I can’t do this anymore, I’m heading to bed,” Fred announces, standing up and closing his spellbooks with a loud smack! “Coming, George?”

“Yeah—soon, mate,” he replies, not looking at his brother, but instead, keeping his eyes transfixed on you, as if he’s in some sort of a trance. He licks his lips impatiently, and then begins to bounce his feet up and down on the ground.

“So—she your girlfriend yet?”

George tosses a throw pillow from the couch in Fred’s direction. Through gritted teeth, he says, “Shut up, will you? She’ll hear you!”

Fred pauses for a moment and considers this.

“Maybe that’s what you both need.”

“What?”

“For her to hear it. If she’s not going to hear it from you how much you bloody want her—”

George sticks out his foot when Fred begins to cross to the other end of the common room, when he trips slightly, but catches himself before he faceplants, “Oi,” Fred says, rolling his eyes, and then lowers his voice, “would you just go for it already? So you can quit being all moon-eyed—”

George rolls his eyes at this. “I don’t want to rush things, Freddie. Don’t want to frighten her off. She’s not like us—she’s more subdued, quiet. I’ve got to take it slow, don’t I?”

“Merlin’s sake, Georgie,” Fred says, making him jump. “It’s so obvious she likes you back. Do something before she bloody finds someone else, would you?”

“Get out of here, you absolute git,” George playfully kicks his brother in the shin, who heads for the boys dormitory. He thinks on this for a moment, though. Was it too late? Nerves were once again bubbling up inside him, anxious thoughts eating him alive. George had always been patient—he wasn’t going to change his ways now, was he? But still, the talons of Fred’s words are entrenched in his mind. Had he already missed his chance with you?

Finally, the two of you are alone—completely on separate ends of the common room, immersed in your own work—but alone, nonetheless.

Of all the things George expected to happen late that evening, you suggesting heading town to the Quidditch pitch in the dead of night isn’t one of them. “Get your broom, then!” you tell him excitedly.

“Now?” he asks you, looking down at his watch. It’s nearing midnight. “You want to go down to the pitch now?”

“Oh,” you sputter, now feeling like an absolute idiot for suggesting something so sneaky. You shake your head at him. “I—I’m sorry—we don’t need to, really, it’s okay—I just thought, since you’re so used to sneaking out of the castle at night, it might be fun? I reckon we’d probably get quite a tongue lashing from McGonagall if we were caught, though—just forget I said anything, it’s fine, really, we can go another day—”

George can hardly hide his smile at your hysteria. He grabs you gently by the arm and turns you back toward him, your face rosy and eyes skittish. He places both of his hands on your shoulders and laughs. “I think it’s a really great idea.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he replies, lying completely through his teeth. “You’ve got to learn to play in all conditions, haven’t you? Nothing quite like a dark day on the pitch.”

“You don’t think I’m completely out of my mind?”

George tilts his head in thought. “Well—maybe a bit,” he lets a laugh escape his lips before heading to his four poster to grab his broom, “but it helps that you’re cute. You’re always going to surprise me, aren’t you?”

You beam at this. “Guess you’ll never know with me.”

Regrettably so, the two of you don’t even make it to the pitch. You were so very close to exiting the castle, when you heard footsteps rounding the bend. Quickly, George grabbed you and dragged you quickly to some secret passageway he and Fred had found many years before, stumbling very clumsily as you went, which is exactly how you both ended up in this particular situation.

You’re both extremely close to one another, out of breath and exhilarated, listening to the low mumbles of Severus Snape and Argus Filch coming from the corridor you had just left. George brings his fingers to his lips, as if to say, Stay as quiet as you can! Once their footsteps retreat into nothingness, you both let out sighs of relief, George’s body flooding with adrenaline of narrowly escaping the wrath of Filch—a feeling he knows quite well.

“I am so sorry—are you alright?”

“Yeah, yes,” you tell him breathlessly, bringing a hand to your chest and sucking in a quick breath. “Reckon that almost-disaster just took a few years off my life, though.”

“You get used to it after a while,” George tells you, tightening his shoelace, “if I had a sickle for the amount of times I’ve almost been caught, I’d be a very rich man.”

You giggle sweetly. “And how many times is that, exactly?”

“Oh, somewhere near two hundred and fifty,” he says. He sticks out his hand and pulls you to your feet and the two of you make your way to the entrance of the secret passageway, George keeping a strict eye out for any more professors or ghosts wandering the corridors.

And that’s when you trip over your own two feet, and a muffled thump! echoes through the passageway.

Your hand flies to your face, covering your mouth, as you erupt into a fit of laughter. George is pretty sure tears are escaping your eyes, but he can’t tell if it’s because you’re laughing so hysterically, or because you’re hurt in some way. He can’t read your expression, and it frustrates him to no end, as he frantically bends down toward you to see if you’re alright. “Are you okay?”

You nod quickly, still laughing.

He rests his hands gently on both of your knees and begins to laugh, too. “No more falling, yeah?”

And when you both regain your composure, you’re both looking at one another, that strange, still silence floating in the air as the tension rises between you both. And with a surge of confidence, you pull gently on George’s shirt and press your lips lightly to his.

You feel his shock against you, but it’s mere milliseconds before he’s melting into it, his lips molding perfectly against yours, his heartbeat increasing rapidly inside his chest. He’s sure you can hear it. He thinks he can hear yours, too.

And before he knows it, he’s the one who’s falling.

Falling, falling, deeper, faster.

The kind of falling you can’t help—it’s just overtaking, overwhelming. The kind you can’t stop, no matter how hard you try.

But George doesn’t seem to mind.. not even in the slightest.

He isn’t sure if you want to walk hand-in-hand back to the common room as you both stealthily make your way through the corridors. But he figures, since you’ve already kissed him, hand holding probably wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

So he intertwines his fingers in yours and feels relief flood through him when you bite back a large grin.

You both hop through the portrait hole after he says the password, “Lemon Drop”, ignoring the Fat Lady’s questions about what you two are doing out so late, and the entire room seems to ease up when you’re finally safe inside.

“I know we didn’t get to practice any Quidditch,” George begins, squeezing your hand a bit, “but I still hope you had fun tonight—besides the almost getting caught part.”

But little does he know, that was your favorite part of the entire evening. He notices that nervous smile again, something he’s found himself to be quite fond of.. it doesn’t help that you’re so bloody adorable. “I did,” you tell him straightforwardly, both of you thinking back to the kiss.

He swallows thickly, suppressing down any butterflies in his stomach. “Good—great—‘m glad you did.”

“And George?” you start, standing up on your tippy toes, getting as close as you can to him.

He can barely get the word out. His heart is going to explode out of his chest, he’s absolutely sure of it. Oh no. “Yes?” he gulps.

“I suppose you can tell Fred I’m your girlfriend now.”

He shakes his head in admiration, trying not to smile like a complete goof. He calls to you from the staircase opposite yours, “Reckon you’re always going to surprise me?”

You pull your cardigan tighter around your shoulders, cross your arms shyly and reply with a cheeky, albeit nervous, grin, “Guess you’ll never know with me.”

[miss-dr-reid]

This is calm, and it's, Doctor #3

TW -mention of case and bodily torture etc.

The Unsub was targeting red-heads. They were bound and kept for a week and then murdered in what seemed to be the messiest way possible.

"One girl every week. As soon as he dumps one, he already has another," JJ spoke, showing photos of victims and crime scenes on the big screen, "this is week four, and this week has only just started for our unsub." She finished, looking around the table.

"judging by how fast the unsub replaces these girls, I feel like it's safe to assume that he felt he was easily replaced, most likely by a former girlfriend and now feels like he is getting some sort of revenge on her with these innocent ladies." I chimed in. Everyone nodding in agreement, continuing to add their own theories.

It felt like the side of my head was burning. I turned to the direction the sensation was coming from, my eyes averted the gaze of Spencer, who quickly looked away, playing coy and shuffling in his seat. The meeting finished and Hotch turned to me,

"Got your go-bag?" His face still stern.

"In the car, Sir." I replied, he barely reacted, but I could tell he was a little surprised for me to be prepared to go on my first day.

"Good. Wheels up in thirty." And with that, he took his file and left the room.

"So, JJ showed us your resume, and I think it's fair to say that you and pretty boy will be quite close competition." Derek teased while propping himself on the desk next to me. Confused I asked him,

"Competition for what?" Seeing as we're supposed to be a team and all.

"Who's got the biggest brains!" He replied, almost shocked that I didn't know the answer.

"Oh..." I trailed off, looking quickly at Spencer who was watching our conversation, "I guess we'll see. I gotta get my go-bag, it's in the car-"

Derek leaned in towards me, "Take him with you. He needs some decent company." I nodded and stood up. I waved at Spencer to follow me.

He hesitated at first, but Derek and everyone else ushered him to follow. We grabbed our files and headed out of the conference room, hearing giggles as we left, Spencer looked back for a second, causing me to as well.

Nearing the elevator, no words were spoken, the silence wasn't awkward, but it felt like he wanted to say something. We got in the elevator and I thanked him for buying my coffee this morning.

He let out a small sigh and a light laugh,

"Yeah, well, not that were knew you were going to be there, BUT, seeing as you were and U recognised you from your file...I heard you mention how nervous you were and I wanted to help, it seems like I didn't help, instead threw you off even more. You were so flustered, I felt so bad. You reminded me of myself when I first started. That's why I didn't say anything else until Morgan showed up..." His head lowered as if he was talking to the ground.

"Oh, no, please don't feel bad. I was mostly confused at the gesture of a stranger buying me something, even if it was just coffee." I reassured him. The elevator doors opened and we stepped out, Reid following me to my car, he asked me what Morgan had whispered in my ear earlier.

"He just said you needed company, and I'm also in need of company, so I was happy to take the offer." I told him, leaning into the boot of my car to grab my bag.

I shut the boot and looked up at him, his face sceptical of what I'd just said.

"I'm happy to have the company. I'll take all the company I can get right now." I confirmed with him. Seeming satisfied with my answer, we headed back.

Once we got back to the bullpen, the team all came over to us and we all started talking. After a while of small talk, we all drifted toward where I assumed the jet would be. I was trailing at the back, following the group, enjoying myself, feeling very happy that everyone was so accepting.

Walking into the jet, everyone seemed to have their own seats. Hotch at the front, Rossi across the table in the same booth. JJ across the small Hall from them. Emily and Derek sharing a booth behind JJ, and Spencer, at a table by himself toward the back. The only seat available was the one at the table with Spencer. I sat down and he pulled out a chess set.

"Do you play?" He looked over expectantly.

"Not competitively." I said, adjusting myself in my seat.

The game lasted what seemed like forever. I played along with him, amusing him and testing the waters, but I could see his moves before he was even thinking about them. I made my final move, pinning his King into a check mate.

"No way!" He whined, his voice almost a squeak, throwing his hands in the air. He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest, falling back in to his chair.

"Next time." I giggled at him.

Hotch called for everyone's attention, discussing the case and delegating roles. Being told that I would be out in the field while Reid was to stay at the local station caused a tiny sick feeling in my stomach v unsure why, I distracted myself by getting up to get a coffee. I walked into the smaller room in the back and grabbed a cup.

Derek popped in, offering some help with the coffee machine.

"You're doing good with him." He nodded towards Spencer who was looking over the cheese board, I assume replaying in his head.

"I'm just treating him like a person. I rather enjoy his company." I said, studying Spencer, sadness beginning to creep in me, knowing what is like to be the outcast.

We finished making my coffee and I settled down on the chair in front of Sidney. Watching his facial expressions as he replayed the game, occasionally moving and replacing pieces. I stopped my coffee in amusement. I helped him out, by putting pieces back to the move before his last fatal move was. He focused, his eyes flicking between pieces over the board. He made a nice and looked up at me and nodded towards the board.

I saw that his move was different than the game we just played, so I adjusted him and made my own move. It was over in 5, Reid's face following ad he realised he got me. He not-so-subtly chicken to himself, interlacing his fingers, sitting back with the biggest smile across his lips. I sipped my coffee, smiling at the beautifully wholesome scene unfolding in front of me.

"You're good." I praised, taking another sip of coffee, watching him silently accept the compliment, nodding in agreement.

We landed and everyone went their separate ways, to their assigned locations. Emily and I were together. We went to the most recent crime scene. When we arrived, I got my gloves out and ready.

"The lack of blood staining indicates that the victims were definitely killed elsewhere and this is purely a dump site." I trailed off, remembering the pictures of the victims, "He also took their hearts, right. That fits in with him being replaced. He must have given his all to this girl, so when she moved on, she took his heart with her, leaving him empty. More he's getting his revenge how he sees fit." Emily nodded, agreeing with what I was saying.

We looked around a bit more, not finding much. Emily got a call from Hotch, calling us back to the station. We got back in the car and drove off, Emily driving.

"Crazy first day, hey?" She questioned, glancing my way for a second.

"It's gone. I was packed ready. Not that I was expecting to get the job, but I was just so excited. I had to be ready for anything, you know?" My voice light as I recounted this morning's events and how everyone had been so nice.

"You're doing great!" She chimed, "And... having two brainiacs on the team will make it interesting..." Her voice trailed off.

"He's good at chess." I remarked, smiling at the thought of playing him again.

"Three PHD's means you're fierce competition, y/n. He hasn't had that yet. As long as you don't go too crazy with showing off, I think you two will get along great. He loves being challenged and using his brain...." She continued to list a few things that she's learnt about Sidney, making a mental Lyst, I thanked her for letting me know as we were pulling up to the station car park.

She smiled at me as we entered the building. Opening up the door, we went in. We found Reid hovering over a board-map set up with markers in hand. Watching him work was almost relaxing. He had a rhythm, almost, in the way he measured distances, made his marks on the map and the occasional tapping of the markers on his chin as he quietly thought to himself.

I didn't want to interrupt his train of thought, so I stood off to the side, I could see the board clearly at I leaned against a nearby desk b Emily joining me, offering me a cup of coffee she had just made. Her and I watched Reid as he worked.

Soon enough the rest of the team arrived. There wasn't many leads and it was getting late. Hotch dismissed everyone and we went across the road to the hotel. Everyone went their separate ways and went to bed.

This is part #3.

[painfullybadimagines]

Homework Buddies - Zach Dempsey Imagines

Summary

Your best friend Hannah teases you about your crush on Zach Dempsy, and certain events lead you in an intresting direction...

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Hints at smut

*not my gif

"Ugh" you groaned as you and Hannah walked through the school doors into an already packed hallway. The hustle and bustle of the students inside made you want to turn and run straight out the door.

"Come on the day has just started be at least a little more positive" said Hannah shaking her head at you as the two of you made a left towards your form room trying to dodge the large amount of people that were darting here there and everywhere in the corridor.

"It's Monday how could anyone be positive" you said with a sigh as the two of you turned the corner.

Bryce came up to you with a big cocky smirk on his face and started talking about the 'mad' party he had at the weekend and how you both should have been there. He was standing in the middle of you and Hannah; Hannah thankfully started talking to him so you wouldn't have to deal with him which you were really grateful for. As you were walking along you caught the eye of the one and only Zach Dempsey who to your surprise was about to smile at you but then Bryce threw his arm around you and pulled you close to him. Zach's eyes flicked from you to Bryce and then his arm around your shoulders before he looked at Justin motioning for him to look in your direction as his gaze fell to the floor. Justin turned towards you and glared at Bryce before turning back to Zach, he started talking about something.

Hannah had finally managed to get Bryce off of the both of you and quickly dragged you into your form room before he could give either of you any more unwanted affection. To your relief he didn't follow you both into the classroom, he had probably wandered off to annoy someone else

"God he's such a creep, if he didn't go around playing the rich kid card and actually talked nicely to people then maybe people would genuinely like him" she said flopping down into her chair that was next to yours.

She rubbed her eyes with her hands and yawned before turning to you.

"Um yeah" you said still confused about what had happened in the hallway, you stared at the blackboard at the front of the classroom and bit your lip.

Hannah leaned a little closer to you and you turned your head towards her knowing that she was going to say something that you didn't want her two. You raised your eyebrow in warning but she simply ignored it.

"Did you see the look on Zach's face when Bryce threw his arm around you?" said Hannah with a giant smile. "He is so into you" she said before Zach and Justin entered the room.

Zach had his head down and her glanced at you just for a moment through his fringe before brushing past you and sitting in his seat which you knew was somewhere at the back of the class.

"It was nothing" you said shaking your head as the form tutor walked in.

Three periods later and you were in biology watching the teacher ramble on about veins and capillaries or something. You were sat next to Hannah on one of the middle benches with your back to the window sitting sideways to the teacher's desk.

"So you given any more thought to Zach?" asked Hannah in a hushed whisper wiggling her eyebrows at you.

"Shhh" you said your gaze drifting to Zach who was sat on the desk in front of the teacher facing towards the window but on the opposite side of the room.

"Oh come on" she said "he's glanced at you at least ten times and we are only twenty minutes into the lesson."

"Yeah right" you said, looking back over at Zach, your eyes met then he quickly turned his attention back to the teacher. You frowned slightly and looked down at your paper.

"I told you so" said Hannah elbowing you with a smug smirk across her lips

You turned your gaze back to her trying to look as uninterested in the whole thing as you could possibly muster.

"It means nothing has probably just looking out of the window" you said shaking your head and stealing another glance.

"How many more excuses are you going to make" she said sounding defeated. "Fine he doesn't like you at all, I guess it's just a coincidence that his grades have dropped since you joined the class, and he only ever 'looks out the window' in biology because it makes sense for him to do that in his favourite subject" she said sounding a little mad before turning her attention back to the teacher.

For the next thirty minutes you kept glancing back at Zach but you didn't catch him looking at you again. Part of you felt happy because it means that things wouldn't get complicated but part of you wanted to catch him stealing a glance in your direction again.

Finally the end of the lesson came and you were more than willing to leave even if it meant that you got to gym class early when the teacher decided to drop a bomb shell.

"Right class as the last assignment turned out to be nothing short of a complete shambles I am going to be putting you all in pairs, the pairs have already been chosen by me so that everyone's skills will be properly utilised and you will all be forced to do well in this class. As extra means to make sure that you complete the assignment I will be giving extra credit to whoever gets an A. But in order to win the prize you must make sure that both of you worked on the project together I will be able to tell." Said the teacher.

The class erupted in a mix of groans and protests from both the geeks and jocks combined.

"Oh god" said Hannah "I hope I get a geek or something I could really do with the extra credit" she continued biting her lip in anticipation.

"So a geek like Clay" you asked her eyes grew wide and she elbowed you. "Not so fun when it is the other way around" she glared at you but didn't say anything.

"Ok class settle down" said the teacher holding up a list, he began reading out the names.

You listened to the names and made faces at Hannah at pairs that defiantly weren't going to work out and she did the same to you until, it came to your turn.

"Y/n will be paired with Zach" said the teacher and your eye instantly flicked to Zach who was also looking at you.

"Ooh now's your chance to get to know him a little better" whispered Hannah, you turned towards her. "Big strong, muscly guy like that can teach you all about human anatomy" she said holding in her laugh and wiggling her eyebrows at you.

"Ew" you said looking at her with the best disgusted face you could muster.

"No but seriously, have you even been paying attention or have you been too busy say dreaming about Zach?" she asked shaking her head.

"What?" you asked confused.

"God you really haven't have you, look at the title of the assignment dumbo" she said nodding her head in the direction of the board.

Sure enough there was the title of the assignment in big bold letters 'Human Anatomy'

"I genuinely think that I have pissed someone off up in heaven big time" you said to Hannah in disbelief.

"Or someone up there really wants you two together, imagine how cute your babies would be" said Hannah with a smile.

"How about you and Clay?" you said knowing exactly how to shut her up about the subject.

"Ok I get it, but on another note he's top of the class so pretty much the best partner that you can have" she finished as you both got up and walked towards the door, you saw Zach leave first without so much as looking in your direction.

As you and Hannah reached the sports hall after taking the longest route you could without raising suspicion you realised that all the girls in your class weren't in the changing room getting ready like they usually where they were beginning to file into the stands surrounding the basketball court.

"Whats going on?" Hannah asked one of the girls as you both joined the back of the line.

"Teachers not in and they don't have a sub available so we get to watch the boys play basketball" she said with a smile.

You and Hannah filter in and found some seats away from the others, everyone was pretty spread out anyway all in their own friendship groups so it wasn't like the two of you looked odd on your own.

"So you given any more thought to Dempsey?" asked Hannah as you all waited for the boys to finish changing.

"No, anyway almost every girl in the room is crushing on him so why should i?" you asked as some of the boys come walking into the hall. And among them Zach Dempsey.

Even from where the two of you were sitting you could hear the girls whisper as he strode across the pitch in the uniform which consisted of a muscle shirt showing his impossibly toned arms. He was tall aswell which is why he played Basket ball over any other sports. He had his back to you and was throwing a basketball from hand to hand, you thought he must have felt you staring as he turned slightly to look at you his expression not changing before he turned back to his team mates.

"Oooh look at those arms" said Hannah with a laugh before she lowered he voice " imagine the things they could do"

"Stop" you said with a small laugh before shaking your head.

"Why are they giving you some unholy thoughts" she said again with a laugh.

"Shit why does he have to be hot as fuck and nice as hell" you said burring your face in your hands.

"I will take that as a yes then"

"Hey I didn't say that?"

Finally the day was over, and you could head home. You said goodbye to Hannah as you and her both lived in different directions, you were prepared to go home make yourself some popcorn watch a little Netflix and forget about all the events of today. But heaven defiantly wasn't on your side.

"Hey Y/n" said Zach walking away from the group of jocks and stepping in time with you.

"Hey" you said with a smile praying the world would just swallow you up.

No such luck.

"So this assignment, it pretty important that I ace it to get the grade that I want at the end of the yeah so do you think that we could start now?" he asked running his hands through his hair.

Say, no say no, you thought to yourself.

"Yeah" you said out loud mentally kicking yourself, what was wrong with you?

"Ok do you want to come back to my house, I have some books and Wi-Fi that works unlike the library" he said with a small nervous smile.

"Oh you mean right away, right away" you continued.

Just tell him that you have plans right now after school, heres your opportunity to get out of this you thought again.

"Yeah ok, that's fine by me" you said with a smile.

You mentally kicked yourself, why had you agreed, the prospect of popcorn and cheesy movies was within reach but you blew it all off to study with Zach.

"Great" he said with a big smile as the both of you began walking in the direction of his house.

Twenty minutes later you were walking up the driveway of a rather large house, you looked at it in awe as you passed Zach's car on the driveway. He opened the door and stepped inside motioning for you to follow. You walk in and the inside of the house matches the outside perfectly with a number of expensive looking ornaments dotted about the place. You followed Zach into the kitchen which again was massive.

"Hey do you mind if I go freshen up a little I just had practice and well" he said motioning to his sports gear that looked a little sweaty.

"No that's fine" you said with a smile.

"Um... here the wifi password, you can get started on the project while you wait if you want" he said scribbling on a sticky note on the fridge then handing it to you. "See you in a minute" he finished putting his bag on the chair next to yours before leaving the room.

You quickly typed in the password and no sooner had you phone picked up the wifi signal a message from Hannah popped up. You unlocked your phone to answer

Italics = You

Normal = Hannah

So I saw you walking home with Dempsey... ;)

Yep we thought we would start early on the project :)

Oh... should I leave you two to get back to the "Project" then? ;P

What no! I didn't mean it like that. He's it the shower

So you wanted him to freshen up a little bit then?

No Hannah, he went to shower by himself and then we are going to start our biology project.

You do realise that he has a giant crush on you right?

Stop it we are just working on biology project nothing more

I know you and I know him so I am certain that it's going to turn into something more ;P

Ugh whatever, I think I hear him coming down the stairs gtg

Just as you put your phone down Zach came walking into the room wet hair flopping in his face, a tight t-shit that stretched around his arms a little showing his muscles. His sweatpants hanging low on his hips he smiled at you before stepping forward and sitting in the chair next to you.

"So what is our project on then?" he smiled again looking through the various pieces of paper that you had sprawled about on the kitchen table.

You couldn't help but look at him, he was gorgeous, he looked up at you that's when you realised that you hadn't answered his question.

"Um...errr... I don't know" you said his gaze making you lost for words.

He didn't say anything but the two of you began leaning closer and closer until your lips connected. He was soft at first delicate, apprehensive. Then as your hands went to his hair tangling though it the kiss grew deeper as his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer towards him.

He pulled away from you his face just inches from yours, he didn't need to speak you bit your lip then nodded. In one swift motion he picked you and your legs wrapped around your waist as he carried you out of the kitchen and up the stairs. You kissed down his jawline and then down his neck finding his sweet spot when a moan escaped his lips. Then you felt the cool wood of his bedroom door on your back as he pushed you into it, causing it to swing open. He walked into the room kicking the door closed behind him before throwing you down on the bed him falling onto of his arms either side of your head as he moved to begin kissing down your neck. One arm went to his waist the other stayed in his hair. A moan escaped your lips and you could feel him smirk against your skin.

His lips returned to yours kissing you deeply, your hands travelled down his back to the bottom of his shirt, you felt his hot skin against your fingertips and began trailing your hands up his back feeling every muscle and contour until your hands reached his shoulders. He pulled away from you briefly to pull his shirt over his head before kissing you again.

Let's just say you didn't get any of your assignment done that night...

[shardminds]

it’s yours, it’s mine (CSJJ DAY 11)

pairing: emma swan/killian jones rating: g but maybe t wc: 3276

Sometimes, Emma loves Killian Jones— well, all of the time, really. ‘Til death do us part and all that. Sometimes, however, in situations like these, as Whale pulls the thick glass shard from her palm, she really wishes he’d shut up.

He won’t. He never does.

if i’ve done my job correctly, this little number will warm up your january morning with a little bit of fluff and banter between our favourite star crossed couple! shout out to the @csjanuaryjoy​ team and discord server for all being such diamonds and a big back-breaking hug to my girl @thisonesatellite​ who's tenacity, support and mad beta skills encouraged me to polish this off, even when i was mostly dead (but still slightly alive).

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it’s yours, it’s mine

“Breathe through it, love. It’s just a routine extraction.”

Sometimes, Emma loves Killian Jones— well, all of the time, really. ‘Til death do us part and all that. Sometimes, however, in situations like these, as Whale pulls the thick glass shard from her palm, she really wishes he’d shut up.

He won’t. He never does.

Modern medicine fascinates him, in practicality and in fiction. It’s her fault really, showing him early on the wonders of Netflix. Storybrooke really isn’t as action-packed as it once was, leaving her plenty of time to hook (ha!) her husband on hospital dramas. They’re currently six seasons into a Scrubs marathon but his favourite is, by far, House. That Cameron lass looks an awful lot like you, love He says, every time she questions him on it. It’s gonna blow his tiny mind when he finds the sexy doctor outfit she has tucked away in her underwear drawer, complete with stethoscope and clipboard.

A slick squelch and nauseating drag as Whale slides the glass from where it embedded itself in her hand snaps her from her thoughts, drawing out a hiss she can’t bite back. It’ll leave a nasty scar, that much she knows.

“Fuck!”

“You did a real number on yourself, Emma, but the worst part is over.” Pressing an antiseptic gauze pad over the wound, Whale offers her a wink. Despite the land being free of curses and peace all around blah blah blah, he still manages to catch her last nerve with his cocky demeanour, pressing down on the now stained gauze with some force. It stings like a bitch.

“I’m pretty sure the worst is yet to come, Doctor.” Killian chimes in, leaning over to see the tools laid out on the sterile tray resting on Emma’s bedside table. She had protested the bed, claiming she could take the stitches standing or sitting or anything but laying down. The nurse looked as if she was ready to wrestle her down if she refused. The bed had been the lesser of two evils. “What type of stitch will you be using?”

“Killian—” She starts but isn’t able to argue with the fascination in his eyes. He’d seen hospitals before, of course, been on the receiving end of their services on more than one occasion, but he never held the same kind of enthusiasm then as he does now, watching as Whale inspects the gash on her hand.

“Actually, Captain Jones, your wife is lucky. I think it’s just shallow enough that a few steristrips should do the trick.”

“Thank God.” Emma mutters under her breath, not missing how Killian gives her non-injured hand a reassuring squeeze.

Whale applies the strips with practised ease, allowing each one to gently seal the edges of the wound closed. There’s a tension where the adhesive tugs at her skin on either side of the gash, uncomfortable but not unbearable. She’s dealt with worse.

It takes eight strips in total, each one taking less than a minute to apply. Whale talks through it, trying to distract from each uncomfortable twinge but it’s all background noise. Emma lets herself zone out, focusing only on the slow drag of Killian’s thumb across her knuckles.

Emma rolls her eyes at Whale and his insistence that she take it easy. “Take a few days off, Sheriff. Doctors orders.”

“Oh please,” She scoffs, flexing her palm and feeling the discomfort as she does so. Not that Whale needs to see that. Killian smirks, pressing a kiss to her cheek as the doctor calls him over. “I could use magic to heal this in a heartbeat if I wanted to.”

“Is that so?” He hands over a bottle of painkillers to Killian, nothing fancy, and a few extra dressings for the wound. Killian tucks them in his pocket, taking a look at the chart at the end of her bed. He’d look good in a lab coat, hair pushed back, glasses, using his authoritative voice to order two week’s bed rest… wow, now she’s the one with a fantasy.

“Then why don’t you?” Whale teases, one eyebrow raised. His hair is lighter than it had been when they’d first met. Someone had clearly discovered peroxide in the land without magic. It’s stupid. He’s stupid. The childish retort sticks in her throat.

“Someone’s got to check everything’s up to standard here, mate.” With a wink, Killian pats the doctor on the shoulder, the brace of his hook catching his shoulder blade with a dull thud. Whale winces away from it. He drops the subject of Emma’s magic and returns, grumbling, to disposing of the bloodstained gauze into the fluorescent biohazard waste bin.

Their whole trip to Storybrooke General had taken less than half an hour but, as Killian drives them home—a recent development, having only just gained his permit after years of pestering from David—exhaustion rolls over her in waves, encouraging her eyelids to flutter shut. She reaches her hand for his thigh, resting it there just to feel warmth beneath her palms. The heat in the damn car still doesn’t work, despite David’s attempts to fix it throughout fall. By October, he’d given up. She really needs to find a better mechanic.

“You okay, love?”

“Yeah, just cold.”

“We’ll be home soon.” He reassures, taking his good hand from the wheel to stroke hers atop his thigh, softly caressing her wedding band. “I’ll sweep up all the glass and you can curl up on the couch. We can watch Pride and Prejudice again if you’d like?”

In their time living together, without the pressure of being the saviour or magical prophecies or bad guys, he’d come to know her so well. Truthfully, she hadn’t expected him to adapt as easily as he did—she’d half expected him to miss the adventure and danger—but Killian had taken to domesticity like a duck to water, revelling in life’s simple things like electric blankets, text messaging and two for one offers on Ben and Jerry’s. She couldn’t be more thankful for her husband. She tried to show him whenever she could. With words, kisses and more.

“1995 or 2005?”

“Do you take me for a fool?” The smirk across his lips is the one she fell in love with. She would recognise it anywhere. “2005, of course.”

“Right answer.” She hums, content, letting her eyes slip shut for the rest of the ride.

//

The painful throbbing spikes in her palm, radiating through her wrist and falling short just shy of her elbow. It’s almost agony and the grunt it drags from her has Killian peering over her in seconds, a concerned furrow in his brow. Falling asleep in his lap, arguably, had seemed like a good idea at the time, with her brief nap on the ride home doing nothing to sate her tired yes. Now? Not so much. There’s a crick in her neck and a throb in her spine and her toes are cold from where the blanket hadn’t quite covered them.

“Painkillers wearing off, love?” He strokes the stray hairs from her forehead with the point of his hook, careful not to drag the tip against her skin. Anyone else would’ve questioned using his hook in such a manner, but she’d become accustomed to the addition in all aspects of their life—even the intimate ones—and, above all else, she trusts him. Killian’s been wielding the appendage for longer than she’s been alive, after all. It’s a part of him as much as she is.

“I didn’t—”

“You didn’t take any, did you.”

She shrugs.

He sighs, exasperated. “Emma—”

“I know, I know.” She leans up to kiss the frown from his lips, ignoring the protest from her aching back. This must be what ageing feels like. “I figured I’ll survive without them.”

“You’ll survive, aye, but you’ll be a misery arse the entire time.” He’s right, of course, Emma can already feel the irritability creeping in with each pulse of her hand. Why does he always have to be right? He smirks, meeting her with another soft kiss. “You’re pouting, love.”

“You’re annoying.”

“And you’re stuck with me.” He reaches over to the coffee table, bringing back the abandoned bottle of painkillers and a half-full glass of water precariously balanced in one hand. “‘In sickness and in health.”

Emma’s heart stutters, fluttering in her chest as Killian offers them to her.

Years ago, they’d promised no walls, no secrets. Then they’d promised forever.

Her walls are all but rubble now, he’d torn down each one with ease; each adventure, each endeavour, each loss and return, solidifying his place in her heart.

Their wedding day, despite the circumstances surrounding it, still stands true as one of—if not the—best day of her life. They’re working slowly on forever.

Well, maybe not as slowly as Emma had originally thought.

She’d done pretty well on the whole ‘No Secrets’ thing, for the most part, only vetoing the rule come birthdays and Christmas and the occasional anniversary, just to keep things exciting. Over their years together, the need for secrets dissipated the closer they got.

Until last week, sat on the floor of her mother’s bathroom with the fate of their future clutched in her fist.

The five-minute wait had been agonising. Mary Margaret paced, talking a mile a minute about nothing in particular as Emma clutched her knees tight to her chest, memories of the first time she’d done this flooding back. Back then she’d been trapped, alone and afraid.

Two thin blue lines.

She took three more tests, just to be sure.

Identical results.

The tears that came this time around weren’t ones of fear or trepidation, but happiness. A second chance.

Emma hadn’t been ready for a child the first time—pregnant too young in a situation too fucked up—but now, surrounded by love and trust and support, maybe she is.

Dark hair, blue eyes—or maybe green eyes, her cheeks, his smile—

“Swan? Anyone in there?” As quickly as it formed, the vision is gone, replaced with her husband’s soft smile. God, she hopes she has his smile. She? He? They? Does it matter? Emma shakes the thought away, pushing herself up on her good hand and tucking her legs beneath her. Her back doesn’t scream in protest which is a good sign.

“I was just thinking.” She shrugs, letting herself lean against his arm.

He rests his head atop hers, pressing a quick kiss to her crown. “That’s dangerous.”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry, go on.” He chuckles, warm and deep, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and letting his fingers caress the exposed skin between the strap of her vest and the edge of the blanket. At some point, he’d put the pill bottle and water back on the table, most likely when she was thinking of—

“There’s a reason why I haven’t used magic to heal my hand and why I haven't taken anything for the pain.”

He nods, the movement of it ruffling her hair slightly. “I figured as much.”

"It's just that it's a lot to take in and I wanted to think of some big extravagant way to tell you because I know you'd have done the same for me, so I planned out a nice evening; home-cooked italian food, a couple pints of ice cream and your favourite rum, which is why I was elbow deep in the glass cupboard trying to find the tumbler Henry had engraved for you before he left, you know, the 'world's best dad' one. I found it but I slipped and— yeah, you know the rest."

Silence rests between them for three heartbeats as she allows it to sink in, half confession, half explosion. She doesn't want to be the one to break it.

"Can I ask," He starts, voice husky and quiet. Emma turns to face him, taking in his features as he calculates what it is she's saying. "Why you'd need that particular glass, love?"

She smiles, letting the warmth of it radiate through her, pain in her palm almost forgotten. "Isn't it obvious?"

His eyes, hopeful and oh so blue, sparkle in the low light. Every time she looks, she finds so much love there, enough to fill them both so completely and she hopes so much that he sees the same in hers. Starting a family is something they’d talked of in passing; hushed conversations, wrapped in the warmth of each other, neither one wanting to surface back to reality as they discuss the fantasies of the future, both frivolous and not. It’s not something they’d actively pursued, but sometimes these things happen.

Accidents happen.

Maybe even happy ones.

"I'm pregnant."

It takes a few seconds for him to respond, the only indication that he hasn’t completely frozen is in the widening of his eyes and the lingering patterns his fingers draw on her shoulder — they slow, pressure barely there at all, but never stop.

“Are you certain? I thought— your protective pill?”

“I know, I was surprised too. I’m sure though.”

Emma hadn’t even noticed her hand sinking down to her stomach, resting over the place she would soon swell, until Killian placed his own hand atop hers. There are tears in his eyes, darkening his lashes as he tries to blink them away, and they’re soon mirrored in her own. God, she loves him. This man, who’d come into her life on the back of a hurricane, broken and hell-bent on revenge, had become part of her world and more, tearing down his own walls along with hers until they were nothing more than two bare souls, open and honest and joined by a love they’d both thought impossible. Who would’ve seen it coming?

(Mary Margaret says she knew right from the beanstalk. Emma always refutes it but, then again, her mother does have some kind of sixth sense when it comes to true love.)

“We’re having a baby?” His voice catches on the word, so impossibly full of love that her heart almost bursts. He’s not looking at her, only focused on where their hands are joined. She can see the thoughts running through his head, clear as day. Baby. Babybabybaby.

“We’re having a baby, Killian.”

“We’re having a baby.”

“Yeah.”

The smile that breaks out across his face seconds before he lunges for a kiss is one of pure elation, relief and joy and delight all at once, and it meets her lips in a ferocious kiss, not the gentle press she’d been expecting. Before rational thought can stop her, she’s straddling his thighs, injured hand resting on his shoulder as his hook caresses the length of her spine. Every time she breaks for air, takes a second just to register the response she’s getting, he looks at her with such adoration. Praises on his lips, promise in his eyes.

She hadn’t expected it to go this way but, then again, she hadn’t expected to spend almost an hour in the hospital awaiting a glass extraction after her original plan had gone awry.

Killian’s tongue in her mouth more than makes up for it.

“Wait,” He pauses, laughing as Emma chases his lips for another kiss. Instead, he offers her his cheek. She pouts, sitting back and wincing at the throb in her hand as she grips his shoulder with her injured one. Gently, he removes it from his shoulder, turning it over to look upon the bandage. The telltale inkblot of red casts a shadow on the dressing, she’d probably tugged it at some point, causing one of Whale’s magic strips to tear. Killian presses a kiss to her palm. “I’ve watched enough of your hospital dramas to understand the reluctance to take your prescription while in such a delicate state but why not indulge in magic?”

In the past few days, between finding out and confessing, Emma spent a lot of time worrying about the magical side of things. Despite Mary Margaret’s comforting and reassurance that everything would be okay, magic or no magic, the weight of her gift sat like lead in her stomach. If Zelena hadn’t skipped town for the Enchanted Forest with Robin all those months ago, Emma would’ve bombarded her with questions. Her next option, Regina, was either too busy to answer the phone or ignoring her calls, burying herself in work after Henry’s departure. Emma never felt like leaving a message. Pregnancy announcements are probably best not left as a voicemail.

She’d tried the library without much luck, only managing to find a few dog-eared copies of What To Expect When You’re Expecting and one horrifically detailed article on birthing techniques from Agrabah. She didn’t want to let slip to Belle either, not before Killian knew.

Emma had shouldered the weight of her doubts, abstaining from magic altogether. It’s honestly surprising that Killian hadn’t noticed sooner.

“I know how it sounds but I just— I don’t know how, or even if, it’ll affect the baby.” The admission comes with a wave of guilt, simmering just slightly below the surface. The first time she’d done this, there had been no one to tell, no one to turn to for comfort, nothing but the four walls and cot in her cell. Killian’s hand and hook, caressing her injured palm, pull her back from the edge of that thought. She’s not that girl anymore. She is no longer lost.

He is her true north.

“No one can blame you for being cautious, love,” He smiles and it makes every part of her ache to kiss him again. She doesn’t, instead, letting her free hand tuck his hair behind his ears. She wonders, with a soft smile, if the way he leans into her touch is intentional or instinctive. “But Henry turned out fine. Better than fine, in fact. Henry’s fantastic. Though your magic was dormant then, it was still there. Just like it’s there now, protecting our little one.”

“Do you really think so?”

Nothing settles her as much as Killian’s knowing smile does. He nods, certain.

“Aye, love.”

Any qualms she’d had about this earlier drain out of her in a sigh; each niggle of doubt, tug of anxiety, flash of fear. All gone. Here, with her husband by her side, she is safe. Whatever happens, they’re in this together. Whatever life throws their way; villains, monsters, tragedy, pregnancy— they’ve got this.

She’d promised him forever, after all.

Between them, her palm glows bright white.

//

Alice Margaret Jones comes, kicking and screaming—all 7lbs 6oz of her—into their lives and she is magical. Killian cries, of course, and Henry comforts him through it, both of them completely enamoured by the newest addition to their family. She’s pink cheeks and blue eyes and a shock of blonde hair but it’s far too soon to see which parent she’ll favour. Emma doesn’t care, too choked up with the love she holds for the angel latched to her breast.

She doesn’t have words for this emotion and can’t begin to even comprehend the gravity of it. Alice, for nine whole months, was her companion, her guide, her conscience. Reassuring her with soft kicks, heartbeat thrumming like a butterfly’s, always hiding from the ultrasound wand on their appointments. Now, she belongs to the world. Now, everyone else gets to experience the purest soul Emma has ever known.

Alice’s tiny hand clutching Killian’s finger in a vice grip is the last thing Emma sees before sleep finally claims her, truly content.

//

There is no scar on the palm of her hand but Killian kept the shard of glass, a reminder wrapped carefully in the velvet box in which he stores all his treasures.

[starrystellars]

hey moon (please forget to fall down) 1/9

a/n: hello, beautiful people! i’m finally back from my long ass hiatus with this new piece that i’m almost done writing!! this time i tried to stick with my gender neutral theme, not giving the reader any specific pronouns nor features. want all of yall to feel included uwu <3

synopsis: steve just wants to move on after the great battle, and to retire in peace. he moves back to his old block in brooklyn, trying to get a grip of life after losing most of his best friends for the world. all he wants to do is to read a lot of books and catch up on the list he wrote before going nomad. what happens when he finds out that falling in love wasn’t such a bad retirement plan after all?

genre: friends to lovers. fluff, slow burn (no, srly this candle has a burning time of a 900 hours)

warnings: suffocating fluff. some occasional cursing and dirty humour.

word count: 2430

Steve Rogers was a simple man. After the Great Battle, as the world would soon name their fight with Thanos, the super soldier just wanted to retire in peace. It was almost impossible to get back to the point where he used to be with his former team mates, especially since many of them lost their lives for the greater good, but at least he wanted to try. Returning the stones had been his own little conquest of trying to come clean with his aching heart, but even then, he felt bad while putting on his quantum realm-suit that had literally cost him a life of his bestest friends. Avenging was his rise and doom, and he wanted to get rid of it as the world was being rebuilt. All he wanted was a normal life.

So, with a little help from Sam and Bucky, he had packed his bags and moved out of the Avengers facility. With a quick Google search and a couple of calls later, Steve had found himself a cozy apartment from the very heart of Brooklyn, pretty close to his shabby, old street corner. New York never changed; even though for him it still smelled like home. The concrete walls and tarmac streets were familiar, a memory, and it was exactly what he needed after so many years of misery. Yes, it was hard to say good-bye to his best friends, who couldn’t stop bickering over which one of them could come over the next weekend, and which one would have to stay to overlook the new recruits, but Steve couldn’t help but to feel comfortable at leaving them into each other’s care. Those two had somehow bonded after the whole fiasco, and Steve was more than happy to pass on his legacy into their hands.

Leaving Captain America behind, he once again became Steve Grant Rogers. Maybe he wasn’t as sickly and broken as he was before the war, but he hadn’t lost the curious and gentle character, even after all the years. The flat he rented was a tiny two bedroom apartment, easily fitting the only things he had found from the Avengers facility’s ruins. The other one of the bedrooms was turned into a study, with lots of books stacked in the shelfs, left collecting dust for months until their owner would finally pick them up again. When he used to live in D.C, he had put up the shield on a ’parade place’, in the middle of the largest wall of the room, so this time he felt quite empty without it reminding him of the good ol’ days. With a sigh, he had given up, and hung up a small memoir art piece, in the memory of his passed friend Tony Stark, feeling the burn of fresh tears as they were trying to escape on his pale cheeks. It took him exactly a half a day to drag most of the stuff inside of his apartment and get everything in their place. The only box that he had left lying untouched outside of his apartment door was an old, light brown package, that had clearly taken a hit over the years. Most of his memories were stacked in there, and Steve wasn’t sure was he capable of bringing it over his doorstep just yet. It was like the box could curse his new and upcoming life, dragging him back to where he had started from. After juggling the thought in his head, he had finally peeled himself off the dark couch in his incredibly small living room situation, and marched through the door, that he had left cracked open for the moving-in-day. The apartment complex had been unusually safe enough to keep a door unlocked, since the area was surrounded by mostly families, and in Steve’s case, he wouldn’t have mind an intruder—he knew for sure he had the upper hand anyway. Being a former soldier, with enhanced abilities really prepped his ego. Without really thinking about it, Steve pushed his front door slightly open, looking down at the packaging like it was the heaviest thing in the universe. Carrying all the old memories from his previous life, into this new chapter of his journey, made him feel uneasy and nostalgic. He wasn’t sure was it a good idea to take things he saved from the ruins, to mess up with the clean slate he was headed towards to, but the package couldn’t wait for any longer. Even when it was New York, a city where not enough people cared about their neighbors, Steve was a proper gentleman with his own belongings. No one probably cared, but to the tall soldier, he wanted to give a proper impression of himself as a good citizen; or maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was still a bit unsure about how people would picture a previous criminal living across the hallway. He was a nomad, after all, even when the government forgave all of the supers right after the blip happened. Still, Steve didn’t seem to feel so comfortable about how people would view him after so many years of judgement. Oh well. With all the questions playing in his head, Steve bent down to pick up the box he was literally having a staring contest with, trying his best not to damage the worn-out sides of the cardboard. It had seen better days, almost falling apart from all the tossing and turning, which had caused a couple of items escape as Steve had been moving other things around it, bumping into it. With a sigh, the tall man took the items into his hands, starting to pack them back on top of the other things, before getting distracted by footsteps coming along the long hallway. The green wallpaper and dim lighting didn’t really help out, when Steve turned his head to see whoever was living with him in the same building, since the man couldn’t figure up a face in the creepy space. It didn’t leave Steve wondering for a long time, as the man turned his interest back to whatever he was doing, finally getting all of the things secured. To be completely honest, he really didn’t need to see so much work for just the box alone, but he couldn’t help himself. After the horrifying things he had to go through with losing one of his best friends, and some of his team mates, Steve had picked up a habit of perfecting every single thing he came across. It made it feel like he had some kind of a control over his life, as he didn’t have anything else left.   His inner monologue took a turn to something else, as the person passed him by with long steps. The only thing Steve got to see were the white sneakers passing by, and something that hit the floor with a slight clinging sound. With a blonde lock slipping away from the perfectly combed hair, it covered his eyesight enough for Steve to completely miss the person who literally almost flew past him. The door to the apartment across his own was opened and closed as fast as one could work a door, which was a lot. That’s how, with a sigh, the taller man took a gaze at the item that had fallen on the floor, while trying to resist the urge to pick it up; which ended up miserably. Steve ended up picking the item, reaching for it like a kid in a candy store, as he took a closer look at whatever he was holding. A keychain. Steve took a deep breath, as he tried to evaluate, should he get up and take the item to its original owner; or to just leave it there and pretend like nothing ever happened. He just couldn’t resist being the ‘oh-so-righteous’-man out of his time, as he always pretended to be, getting up on his feet to get to the door that was closed right in front of his eyes without a warning. Maybe he could’ve just forgot the whole thing, but his big heart told a completely different story. There was no way in hell, he would’ve let it all slide just like that. That’s why Steve indeed found himself behind the person’s door, ringing the bell that was hanging right next to the wooded door, that clearly had seen way better days. A silence fell over the corridor, as Steve waited for someone to pick up, trying to perk his ears to hear what the person on the other side of the door was up to. He could easily hear some muffled-up sounds from the apartment, mixed with some curse words, as he could finally hear clear footsteps nearing the door. Soon, the super soldier found himself being face-to-face with the person in question – and oh boy. The person standing in front of him was something that Steve hadn’t seen before. Previously as a fairly religious man, he had heard about angels before, but he never thought seeing one in person. Yes, he had gone to space, seen other countries, been to the most extravagant places as his time as an Avenger, but he had never seen something, someone, so beautiful and ethereal, before. Trying not to choke on his own words, the man finally opened up his mouth, while a fairly confused-looking person in front of him was eyeing the man up and down. The heavy pressure of the other person’s gaze made Steve feel almost uncomfortable, but he managed to clear his throat to cut the tension to pieces. “I’m sorry, but you seemed to drop something,” Steve said with a collected voice, putting up the keychain, that had a cute little mascot hanging off of it. The clear owner of the item seemed to blush ever so slightly, as they noticed the child-like item as their own, while looking a bit out of it; clearly confused about the whole situation. Steve could tell the bright redness creeping up on his neighbors cheeks, and he couldn’t help but to crack a slight smile at the adorable gesture. “You were in such a rush that I didn’t think you noticed it. Was I somewhat right?” “Yeah… I was in bit of a hurry, since I’m going to be late from work soon if I don’t run,” the person said with a frustrated, tone, and Steve knew he really intruded at the wrong time. However, the tension on the shorter person’s lips melted away, as they couldn’t stay mad at the thoughtful gesture. “But thank you. Seriously. I would’ve had to search for it the whole night if you hadn’t picked it up. Not that my boss would ever let me get off before midnight anyway.” “No worries, it was my pleasure,” the tall man let a slight smile creep up on his lips, feeling the unknown form of a nice gesture on his face. All those weeks, he had spent time frowning and trying to rebuild anything that was left of him, but somehow, he couldn’t resist the genuine smirk this specific time. The man handed the keychain back to its real owner, making the other person smile wide from ear to ear, and Steve couldn’t help but to feel the everlasting ice on his heart slowly starting to melt. The person he had known less than a minute, was so genuine and radiating, and it had been such a long time since Steve had witnessed such an empathetic person, that it almost left him confused. “I can’t really repay you this all, but if you ever need anything, just knock on my door, okay?” With a nod, Steve agreed to do so if ever needed, which almost made him hesitate a bit. Wasn’t it weird to intrude into someone else’s life like that? He really wasn’t sure. To be honest, he never even thought getting into too much details with the people who lived right across the hall from him, but life was full of surprises. In his life, Steve had seen a lot of those, especially after getting back from the ice, but somehow people still managed to amaze him time after time. “Sure. You can count on that,” Steve finally agreed, shaking his head ever so slightly, as he took a one step back from the door that was left wide open. “But weren’t you supposed to be in a hurry?” “Oh, yes, oh my God, I forgot!” The person yelped, almost jumping up from the sudden mood change, hurrying back inside, while leaving Steve standing on the corridor, looking like a complete fool with his awkward position, not trying to peek inside of the apartment like a creep. If Sam would’ve seen him like that, the blonde man was sure he’d make fun of him like no tomorrow; not knowing how to act around beautiful people really wasn’t in Steve’s repertoire, as the Falcon had once put in words. It never helped that Bucky was loyally backing him up, and sometimes the Captain had thought about finding a new best friend- Bucky wasn’t living up to his name. It was sheer luck that Steve didn’t had to stand there, waiting for World War Three to start, as the neighbor hurried out of the apartment with a bag on their shoulder. The Golden Boy had to take a step back, so he wouldn’t be on the other person’s way like a brick wall, which spared a smile from his newfound ‘friend’. As the door closed with a bang, Steve’s eyes met with their own, as the nameless neighbor slowed down their speed to stop to say final words to the taller man. “I’ll see you around, neighbor?” Without a word, Steve just nodded, a sheepish grin on his red lips, watching as his neighbor took off with a slight giggle escaping between their lips. Something about the aura they gave was more than enough for him to feel at ease; like he had finally found something that was missing from his life. As the man was going back to his apartment, he picked up the roughed-up box on the way, taking a mental note to finally throw the remains of the chaos to the trash. He really didn’t need to be reminded of the horrible things that had happened in the past, nor he wanted to remember them any longer. Future had shown him that there were good things about life; he just needed to find them with time.  

[shesadramaqueen]

In Between My Arms; Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Requested by: @walkingwheels

Hello! For requests, could I have 13, 16, 17 and 33 from the angst/fluff list with Rog? Thank you in advance! Also, no pressure! Do it whenever you feel like it❤️

Summary: The fact that you're drunk and are wearing slightly revealing clothes doesn't mean that you're looking to be harassed, but a guy at the pub thinks otherwise. Roger's fist, though, begs to differ with him.

Context: Based on the early 80's

Prompts used: from the Angst/Fluff list:

-> 13: “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

-> 16: “I’ve got you.”

-> 17: “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

-> 33: “Don’t cry.”

Word Count: 2.4 K

Warnings: angst, violence, sexual harassment, alcohol, swearing

A/N: thank you so much for requesting my gorgeous Hoop!! I really liked writing this. It literally took me 2 days to plan and write which is... new. Hope you enjoy it! ♡

Permanent taglist: @turkey-bacon-for-queen, @haikyuumanga, @yourealegendroger, @radio-ha-ha, @winterknightdragon

Today it was your birthday and you would be lying if you said you weren't buzzing in excitement.

You had always loved your birthdays, but you found this one extra exciting, as you could not only celebrate it with your close friends, but also with the band. This had been pretty complicated throughout the years, as they were unfortunately always touring just at the same time as this special day.

And because today was going to be a great night, you were just feeling yourself. You wanted to show off, it was your birthday after all. So you went to your wardrobe and put together a bold outfit that made you look, well, fantastic.

You were wearing a velvet emelard green t-shirt that hugged your figure perfectly, with a prominent V cut, paired with a leather tight skirt that ended just above the knee, but had a slit that went up to almost the top of your thigh. You matched this with some black stilettos that you knew you would regret later on, but you couldn't care less in that moment.

You were just done with your make up look (smoked black eyeshadow with a dark red lipstick) when you heard the front door open, and you squealed in excitement.

"Love?" You heard Roger say and you fought a silly smile for it not to appear on your face.

"Just a second!" You rushed to put in your silver hoops, grabbed your purse and threw your fur coat over your shoulder, before walking inside your living room like the hallway was a catwalk.

Roger, who was looking out of the window, turned to face you when he heard your steps grow closer, and his jaw fell when he caught sight of you.

"What do you think?" You said with a small smile before making a twirl. He looked at you up and down and stayed silent for a couple of seconds. Your confidence flaked momentarily. "Is it too much?"

Roger blinked rapidly, getting out of his trance before approaching you quickly. "No no no, you look just..." he grabbed your hand. "Stunning" he said in a breath and you blushed, looking down with a smile.

The relationship between the both of you was... complicated. You weren't a couple but... you weren't friends. It was that stage where you both knew you liked each other but none of you was bold enough to make a move, which had all your friends up the walls, specially Freddie.

You took a moment to appreciate Roger's outfit. He was wearing some grey dressing pants matched with a grey blazed and below this one, a plain white t-shirt.

"You look great as well" you commented, and you could see how his cheeks grew hotter.

"Thanks" he muttered and he cleared his throat. "Should we get going?" He said and started walking towards the door.

"Wait." You said and he turned around with a curious expression. "Are you sure I haven't overdone it? What if a creep approaches me or something?"

"Hey, you look perfect, trust me" he said softly and cupped your cheek. "I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me." You nodded. "Now let's go or we'll be late!" And with this he dragged you out the door.

It was around 2 am and you were already drunk off your ass. You were having the time of your life with all your groups of friends, who had gotten with each other instantly, and you were glad this didn't turn into an awkward meeting.

After the first chattering and birthday shots, you got to the dance floor and were killing it in there. You knew you attracted looks, and you were loving it, holding people's attention had always been something that made you feel powerful. Specially if it was that person's attention.

You could feel Roger's glare on you every time you were up there, and that single thing had you moving more sensually than ever.

Meanwhile, the drummer had been groaning all night long like a little child. All he wanted to do was stand up and kiss you and hold you close, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He knew you were dacing with guys to to tease him (not only did he know, but the cocky glances you have him when someone got too close made it obvious). He knew it, and still the only thing he could do was sit down and cross his arms with a frown.

"Roger, just bloody do something, for God's sake!" John exclaimed with the sudden urge of throwing his drink at his stupid blond friend.

He glared at him. "I never recall telling you when to go after a girl." John rolled his eyes.

"Maybe because I'm fucking married?"

"That's not the point" the bassist quirked his eyebrows. "Look, it's my choice to do something or not, right Fred?"

"Huh?" Freddie asked, completely oblivious to he conversation, as he had been chatting up a guy before Roger interrupted them.

"John says that I should make a move on Y/N but I said it's my choice."

"Oh dear, Deaky's obviously right." He shrugged.

"Of course you're gonna team up with him!" He groaned once again and turned to the guitarist, who was watching the situation with amusement. "Brian??"

"Sorry mate, you're wrong."

"Are you all shitting me?!" He exclaimed just when there was a moment of silence between songs, and you turned around at the sound of his voice to see Roger going off at his 3 band mates, who were looking at him trying not to laugh.

You chuckled softly and decided it to go grab a drink, feeling thirsty and tried. You approached the the bar counter and ordered it while you bopped slightly to the song playing, a habit you had picked up from John.

"Hey, babygirl" a voice said and you turned your head. A man stood next to you, and the mere sight of him made an uneasy feeling set in your stomach that said: danger.

You gave him an awkward smile and turned your head around, trying to avoid him and tapping your foot in nervousness, wishing for the barman to give you your drink already. He scooted closer.

"What is a pretty thing like you doing alone?"

"Got a boyfriend, sorry" you lied, knowing from experience that he wouldn't leave you alone with a simple 'I'm not interested'. He didn't seem to back down, though.

"And he let you go out looking like a slut?" Your mouth went dry. "Something bad could happen to you, babygirl."

'Fuck my drink' you thought, and tried to walk away, but he grabbed you by the arm.

"Want to have some fun?" He pressed his hardened bulge against you, and you swore you would have vomited if you had felt him touching you for a second longer, but suddenly he let go of you.

It all happened so quickly you didn't quite catch the process, but Roger had punched him so hard the creep instantly got knocked out.

You stared at the drummer in surprise as he looked down at the unconscious guy in the most hateful way you'd ever seen.

You knew Roger was a big pacifist, so why would he punch him? But just then, all the events that happened a few moments ago replayed in your mind and you understood. You felt sick.

Rapidly you got out of the pub and started emptying the contents in your stomach as soon and you were outside, one hand holding yourself on the building wall and the other one grabbing your hair.

You saw a figure appear out of the corner of your eye and got startled, but calmed down when you saw it was Roger. He held your hair and rubbed your back, trying to calm you down.

"It's alright, love. Everything is fine now." He whispered reassuringly.

When nothing else could come out, you spitted and cleaned your mouth with the sleeve of your t-shirt, knowing it could be cleaned later.

You incorporated with difficulties, and Roger covered you with your faux coat.

"Let's go home" he said and you nodded.

You both linked arms and started walking towards his house, which was a few blocks away, in complete silence.

This worried Roger senseless, but he decided not to comment on it.

As for you? A thousand thoughts circled your head, and yet you felt numb. As a girl, it wasn't uncommon for you to recieve sexual harassment (the catcalls down the street never seemed to leave your life), but it had never gone to that extreme. You felt disgusted and there was nothing to do about it.

The worst thing was, part of you really wanted to blame yourself. 'It's your fault for wearing what you wore' but knew for a damn fact that wasn't true. It wasn't your fault at all, but the sting of blame didn't leave your mind. It hurt more that the stupid stilettos that were destroying your feet while walking the cold London streets.

Before you noticed, you had reached your destination, and still in a deadly silence, you both stepped inside the warm house.

"Are you okay?" Roger blurted out, genuinely concerned.

Only then you allowed yourself to break down, and you sobbed while your legs gave up under you.

Roger's reflexes thankfully reacted and he grabbed you before you fell on the floor. "Don't cry, love. He's not worth your tears." He was right, but you couldn't help but cry even harder, and he hugged you with the same intensity. "It's alright babe, I've got you."

You stayed like this for several minutes, until you calmed down enough to be able to talk and think properly. "I'm sorry" you slurred out. "Got some make up on you..." You pointed at the shoulder you'd been crying on, where a dark stain painted the clear fabric. He scoffed.

"I don't care about the damn blazer. I just care that you're okay." He was holding you close by the waist and looking down at you with he most loving expression that made butterflies fly in your stomach.

"I'm fine. I know that asshole shouldn't have had this effect on me, but you don't know how scary that was." Your voice broke halfway through, but you didn't allow yourself to cry once again.

"You're right, I don't, and I'm sorry it is the way it is. No one deserves to be treated like that." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You shrugged.

"It's fine, I guess. I don't think there's nothing we can do about it." You half smiled. "It could have been so much worse though, he could have really hurt me."

"I told you you're safe with me" he said and you hit his chest.

"Fucking smug asshole" you said with a playful smile you couldn't hide.

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, lady?" He quirked his eyebrows up with an amused tone.

"I do, but I rather kiss someone else right now" you boldly said, and Roger's expression changed completely, his mouth opening to form an 'oh'.

With a new sense of bravery, you approached him and you could sense the sparks fly around the room when your lips finally connected together.

It wasn't a rushed or intense kiss. Actually, it was soft and light, but full of meaning. You could have stayed like this forever.

When you separated, you joined foreheads together, both of you laughing shyly with burning cheeks.

"Let's get you to bed" he said between heavy breaths, and you nodded, letting him guide you through the house holding hands.

When you got to the spare room, and you sat on the bed, you felt like you were going to pass out out of tiredness and you closed your eyes.

"Nu-uh, no sleeping yet. C'mon let's get your make up off." You opened your eyes dramatically.

"God, I forgot I was wearing make up, I must look horrible right now." You covered your face. "Don't look at me! I'm too horrible to see." Roger giggled while he took the hands off your face.

"Has no one ever told you that lying is wrong? You look gorgeous." he said and kissed your nose before he started taking your make up off with some wipes.

"Thanks, boooo" you smiled while you dragged the words out of your mouth.

You didn't really know how much time it went by, but soon enough Roger had left you alone with some clothes for you to change on them and wishing you goodnight.

You clumsily put them on, got inside the bed and closed your eyes, trying to summon sleep.

It must have been around an hour since you were trying to fall asleep, but there was no way to do it.

The persistent thoughts, the lonely feeling, the intense smell of Roger everywhere... You couldn't take it anymore.

You got up and blindly walked through the dark hallway until you reached his bedroom and walked inside. He was laying in deep sleep, back turned to you.

For a second you felt bad for interrupting his sleep. It was just a second, though.

"Roger" you whispered. No answer. "ROGER" you screamed-whispered. He groaned and turned around, looking at you with half closed eyes and confusion.

"Y/N?"

"I can’t sleep, can I stay here?" You said without any kind of shame.

He took a second to process that, and when he did, he eagerly moved the covers for you to get inside.

Once you did, you sighed, feeling pure bliss and you glanced at him. He was awkwardly looking at you, not sure what to do, so you cuddled agasint his chest and threw an arm around his waist, and he was quick to hold you back.

"I feel like I'm about to get the best sleep ever" you mumbleded agasint him and he chuckled.

"Shut up and fall asleep already" tiredness could be spotted in his voice and you snuzzled closer to him.

"Sweet dreams, Roggie" you kissed his warm chest lazily, already feeling sleep overpowering you.

"They'll only be sweet if you're in them, love." He kissed your forehead. "Good night, sweetheart". You smiled contemptly.

'Well' you thought just before falling asleep, 'maybe my birthday wasn't that bad after all'.

[niall-is-my-dream]

You & Me - Part Four

2360 words

Niall's POV

Olympia Theatre, Dublin 29th August 2017

Arriving at The Olympia Theatre had been crazy. Loads of fans all waiting outside for you, and it was still early. Making your way around the backstage area you caught up with everyone who would be working with you for the whole tour. You said Hi to Martin, Phil, James and Adam who were part of the sound team but you hadn't yet spotted the one person you were dying to see.

It had only been two days since you'd seen her. Two days since you'd spent the whole afternoon lying on her bed, kissing her, holding her, talking about anything and everything together. You'd text a few times, but you'd been busy catching up with family so hadn't spoken to her on the phone. You'd missed her smile, her voice, her smell, everything.

It had been almost four months since you realised you saw her as much more than a friend and work colleague and you'd managed fine with being apart. Now you'd crossed over that friendship line, you couldn't get enough of her. It had taken every ounce of control to hold back when you'd been kissing her. You definitely didn't want to rush into anything. You'd only felt like this once before and that had all ended badly. There was no way you were going to make that same mistake again, you didn't want to fall too far too soon and scare her away.

When you rounded the corner, down and to the right of the stage, you saw her. She had her back to you, headphones on, and her eyes on the paperwork in front of her. Callie loved her paperwork, she always had lists of everything she had checked before every gig. There was no way anything was going to go wrong with any of your guitars. It was one of the reasons you hired her, she was thorough, and picky about every little thing. Martin, the head of all the stage layout and equipment said she was quite feisty, professional, hard-working and kept them all in check.

You paused at the entrance of the little corner she was in, watching her hum what sounded like Take my Hand and tap her foot along with the music. She was wearing just simple dark jeans and black t-shirt, hair pulled up in one of those messy buns she always has.

Everyone was getting on with stuff, but you checked around you before you made your way to her, your hands landing on her waist. She jumped and turned her head to face you, slipping her head phones off as she did. 

 "Fucking hell Niall!" She whispered, a hand clutching her chest over her heart. 

 "Sorry." You whispered back, burying your face into her neck and wrapping your arms around her waist.

"Ni, someone might see."

You could hear the smile on her lips.

"Its only a quick cuddle."

 "We agreed you wouldn't distract me when I'm working."

 "Am I distracting you then?!" You mumbled as you kissed her neck, a massive smile on your lips to.

 "Mmmmmm you are." She sighed blissfully.

 "Just wanted a kiss and then I'll leave you to it."

 "Just one then." And she turned around giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

When she went to pull away you made a pathetic whine and she giggled.

You heard Martin call her name and you released her from your hold, moving a few steps back in time for him coming around the corner. If he hadn't have called out wondering where she could have been, he would be seen you with your hands all over her. Callie had been right, you had to keep your hands off each other when you were working.

"Hey guys, sorry to interrupt."

"Not interrupting anything important, just me telling Callie how nervous I am about tonight!" You smiled nervously.

"Well first night of solo tour mate with all your family here!" He replied, patting your back.

"That's not helping Mart, not at all!"

You were all laughing now.

"You'll be fine mate. Anyway just wanted to give you the final plan for today." He said, handing Callie a A4 piece of paper. Timings for stuff, meet and greet, soundcheck, breaks etc."

 "Ahh thanks Martin."

 "No worries, catch you both later."

 And with a quick wave he was off. You looked at her out the corner of your eye. "Ok, I'll keep my hands and my lips to myself when we are at work from now on."

 She nodded and smiled, before leaning in and whispering. "Maybe sneak a good luck kiss in later, but that's it!"

She turned around to place the schedule on her little desk she had set up and you took the opportunity to give her bum a quick smack before you darted away before she could react.

*********

With sound check and meet and greet due soon, you made your way down the hall and to the food area to grab an early dinner. The room was full of people, your family being some of them. They looked up and smiled, cheering as you walked in. You felt yourself blush from embarrassment and even more so when your Mum came over and hugged you. You could see Callie smirking in the background.

You introduced your family to everyone in the room, all the crew as well as the band. When it came to meet Callie, you couldn't hide the smile from your face.

"Mum, this is Callie, my um ...... guitar tech." You said, suddenly feeling nervous about your Mum meeting her. Although you weren't sure what exactly you and Callie were, you'd not discussed it with anyone, so she was just a guitar tech to everyone around you. Were you dating? You'd not discussed it when you'd been at hers the other day. Far too busy kissing her, making up for lost time.

"Nice to finally meet you Callie, Niall has told me a lot about you." She said with a smile.

"Oh he has?!" Callie replied with a quirk of her brow. "Good things I hope?!"

"Said you're amazing at your job and at keeping everyone in line."

"Did he now?! Well I tell you, these lads need it." Callie smiled.

You felt the blush creep up your cheeks and you turned away from her gaze, only to be met with your Mums, a smirk upon her lips.

"Well Maura it was nice to meet you, but I have to go set up for soundcheck."

"Don't let me keep you sweetheart, I'm sure we will meet again soon."

"I'll see you in a bit Ni." 

"Yeah, about half hour to go I think." You replied, looking at your watch.

She nodded and gave you both a wave before leaving the room. You watched her walk away before turning to face your Mum again.

"So ....... Callie seems sweet." She said raising her eyebrows, a massive smile on her face.

"She is.......what's with the look?"

"How long have you been seeing one another?" She whispered, as she leaned closer.

"What?!" You whispered back.

"Oh come on Niall James, your face lit up when you saw her. You're telling me there's nothing going on?"

"Jesus Mum, how did you guess that?"

"Mothers intuition. Plus you both couldn't keep your eyes off one another. I take it we are still whispering because no one knows?"

You could see a couple of people looking over so you gestured to your Mum to walk out the room with you.

"No, they dont. Callie is worried she will look unprofessional. And to be honest Mum I'm not really sure what we are. We've not really discussed it."

"Too busy doing something else!" She smirked.

"Mum, Christ no nothing like that."

"Its perfectly natural Son!" She laughed. 

You shook your head at the awkwardness of the conversation, taking a second to look up and down the corridor.

"We've kissed that's all, I really like her and I don't want to mess it up. Is it that obvious that there's something going on between us? Because she really doesn't want anyone to know."

"Niall, you're my Son and I can read you like a book. The smitten look all over your face was obvious to me. It may come across different to other's, but I'm a mother and I know when my boys in love."

"That's a strong word there Mum!" You replied. "Not quite at that point."

"It won't be long. The connection between you both is strong."

"Mothers intuition?"

"Yes, Mother intuition."

Your Mothers words stayed on your mind as you sat and ate with your family and friends. Callie had popped back into the food area a couple of times and you'd instantly looked up, you could just sense it was her entering the room. This sudden realisation that you'd never been so aware of someone presence before shocked you. 

When you'd first met Callie you'd been instantly attracted to her. She was stunning, in a completely natural way. She hardly ever wore make up and because of her job she wore simple jeans and t-shirts with her battered white converse. She was the complete opposite to who you normally found yourself gravitating towards.

She completely owned the room, she was strong willed and although she was just hired to be a general guitar technician, you'd not let her help anyone else out but you. She made sure everyone in the crew took their breaks so they were not overworked, she bossed Martin around even though he was actually the boss.

It had frightened you that day when you'd hugged each other for the first time. Your skin had never touched before and something ignited in you that day, blaming it on the excitement of Slow Hands being number one for the racing heart and clammy palms you'd gotten.

You'd wasted months dating Saskia, who clearly was only with you for your name and the publicity. Towards the end, you couldn't even hold back the annoyance you got when she kept hinting about you two on social media or to the press. It just wasn't you. Callie was the opposite, she didn't want anyone to know. However keeping it from your inner circle and security team would be difficult as they knew you too well. Tara had already been asking questions and you knew Basil, could tell something was up. He's been working with you for years, even in your 1D days.

You were pacing around your dressing room when Tara came and told you that it was almost time for sound check and then meet and greet. You headed towards the stage, when you stopped in your tracks. Conor was leaning in to Callie, a smile on his face and you could hear her laughing. You had specifically told him she was off limits and yet here he was flirting with her.

You called out her name as you approached them.

"Can I have a quick word with you about something for tonight?" You asked her.

"Yeah of course love, nice chatting with you Conor but I have worked to do!" She smiled as she followed you down the corridor.

Once you were back inside your dressing room with the door closed, you turned to her.

"Need that good luck kiss now Ni?" She asked you, a smirk on her face.

"Yeah I do actually, but I should probably also warn you about Conor."

"Warn me?!" 

"Yeah, he asked me if you were single that first time you met at the pub."

"And what did you say?"

"Said that you were but you off limits." You admitted.

"Bit jealous are we?" She smirked.

"No!" You scoffed.

"Listen Ni, I'm not sure what we are and now isn't the time to discuss it since you're about to go to sound check, but know that I'm not interested in anyone but you."

A smiled appeared on your lips at her words, you reached out and your hands grazed her hips. Tugging her closer to you, her arms wrapped around your neck.

"I'm sorry." You whispered.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because I told him to stay away from you, when I hadn't even told you how I felt about you."

"Doesn't matter. Now let's sort out this good luck kiss before they send out a search party for us."

The first show of the tour, had gone amazing. Standing up in front of everyone, singing songs that no-one knew had been scary. You'd had a wobble half way through, you'd set your guitar down to find Callie at your side handing you the one you needed for the next song. When she mouthed the words 'you're fucking amazing' you grinned and found a much needed energy boost.

Your family had headed home but yourself, the band and some of the others had headed into Dublin to a bar to celebrate. Callie had been packing up when you'd left and you hadn't wanted to leave her.

"Ni, go and celebrate with everyone."

"I want you to be there with me."

"I know, but I have work to do. I'll text you when I'm done, ok?" She'd smiled at your neediness.

You hadn't even been able to kiss her goodbye, as there were too many people around. The feeling of needing to be with her at that moment started to overwhelm you.

Standing in the bar, a beer in your hand, the last person you expected to see was Saskia and her friend.

"Oh Niall, you did so amazing tonight!" She said as she flung her arms around you.

"Thanks, hadn't realised you'd be at the show." You replied politely, hugging her back. She didn't release you though and carried on clinging onto you.

"I couldn't miss your first show!"

You were gently trying to pry her off you, not wanting to have her touch you anymore than necessary. Unbeknownst to you that a certain guitar tech had arrived at the bar and swiftly left.

Part Five

https://niall-is-my-dream.tumblr.com/post/182753620638/you-me-part-five

[missytearex]

To Read List - Zouis

This list is purely for myself to keep track of everything I still want to read. Its gonna change as I actually read though them and find more stuff to add.

Find fics I’ve already read here.

Zouis

far side of the moon by zouee

the one where louis’ summer holidays are blessed (or cursed) by the new boy next door.

promise me you won't regret me (like the tattoos on my skin) (orphan_account)

it seems like pain and regret are your best friends / cause everything you do leads to them / but baby i could be your best friend / and baby, i could fuck you right

the one where zayn's a stripper who swings both ways, louis' straight (or so he thinks), and harry's the gay best friend who wants to party. all. the time.

run away home with me (orphan_account)

Louis is suddenly and intoxicatingly glad to be here, under this sky and walking across this broken-up asphalt with Zayn, who is ridiculous and beautiful and looks on the whole world like it is both his for the unravelling and something that he will never be able to touch.

Very end of high school/summer before uni AU. Features approx. one instance of attending class, one study session, several dumb teenage parties, an end-of-an-era camping trip and a lot of feelings about getting older and falling for your best friend, as well as possibly slightly obsessive detailing of the weather.

I Wanna Dance With Somebody by FallingLikeThis

“Hey, Liam,” Louis asks before Niall’s best man can escape to the dancefloor with everyone else. “Who’s the DJ?”

“Oh, that’s Zayn Malik. He’s a good friend of ours. Why?” Liam asks, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

“Because I’m going to marry that man.”

somewhere in the night by alnima

Louis smiles at him back and hopes that Zayn can’t see the swirl of emotion inside him. He’s a stranger and Louis is catching feelings, go figure. Leave it to him to take in a stray and want to keep him.

which one of you is the one you are by leighbot

A fortnight in America and Louis’ craved In-N-Out Burger every day. He tells himself it has nothing to do with a certain sharp-tongued and prickly-tempered pretty lad but he’s only partially lying. Or, Louis’ a Brit in America who is just trying to raise his daughter and excel at work. A pretty man and terribly unhealthy fast food are trying to make his life difficult. 

fire for a heart by alnima

“Then how come I’ve never noticed him before?” Louis asks, because he knows everyone. Or well, he knows most everyone. That’s his thing. He knows people. That doesn’t mean he’s friends with them or that he likes them all – or that they like him – but still. Zayn somehow slipped under his radar and he doesn’t understand how. Zayn is—Louis would have noticed him.

“He’s shy. He’s not really concerned about being known,” Liam says, like that’s an explanation for it. And maybe it is. Maybe not everyone wants the world to know their name like Louis does. “And why are you so concerned about him? Do you like him or something?”

“I don’t even know him, Liam, don’t be ridiculous.”

Or the one where Louis is on the football team, Zayn is in yearbook, and they make it work.

Break My Bones But You Won't See Me Fall by catholicschoolgirl

"Maybe Louis was growing up. Maybe this was his coming of age story."

Or, Louis is Bella Swan, Zayn is Edward Cullen, and vampires are totally real.

Deadly Jokes by zouisprince

Louis is a well-known criminal with a wicked sense of humor; Zayn is just the doctor who should be taking care of him, but Louis is too fascinating for his own good. (A highly-adapted Joker/Harley Quinn AU)

Where the Heaven Are We? by Gebiurl (fookin_tossah)

Louis likes weed, some weird indie band, and Zayn. Zayn likes art and not-Louis.

wasting days with you by strong

Coming in with a casual step and lazy uni student attire is a guy with a face Zayn’s got imprinted on his brain. Sullen cheeks, shifty eyes, loose tufts of brown hair falling over them from below his hood. He strolls past the front counter and down one of the aisles, checking everything out as if he doesn’t come in often enough to have it memorized.

“Need help, mate?” Zayn asks. It’s a part of their routine. I’m good, but..

“I’m good, but I’ll let you know,” the guy smiles at him, the grin never reaching his shaded eyes.

a tragically beautiful boy with blue eyes frequently steals from the store zayn works at, and zayn isn't sure what he wants to do more: help the guy out or kiss his heavenly face

Though the Stars Walk Backwards by manybumblebees

Zayn's been gone eighteen months, and the SGC have all but stopped looking for him.

One day, if Louis is very, very lucky, he’ll find a quantum mirror that’ll transport him to an alternate reality where he can call his commanding officer an idiot without losing his job.

ring of fire by countthestars

“One week,” Louis finally says, testing the words out loud. “You're giving me one week to get Zayn to kiss me in order to prove myself?” “By next week Saturday at midnight,” Liam says excitedly, like some kind of nightmare fairy godmother. “What could go wrong?” Niall adds. “I really don't want to be involved with this,” tacks on Harry. Louis' made worse choices. Probably. “You're on,” he says.

never ending math equation by liquidmeasure

Niall’s told him all about the winter. The way the snow creeps in through the cracks. The way the winds make you feel like the entire continent will be ripped up and away and tossed into the void. But that’s the bad days. Niall says on the good days, everything is still, save for the ice, and the stars flash like strobe lights and if you look up, you can see everything. You can see right through the universe. So that’s something to look forward to.

Or...Louis does science, Zayn is an enigma, Harry studies penguin poop and Niall fixes radios. Nobody knows how they feel, but Zayn knows how everyone feels.

For an office AU hate-to-lust prompt that i took a few (read: lots of) liberties with. It's sort of an office, it's just an office in Antarctica!

you came and you took this heart by styleslaurent

Louis has a pathetic crush on his daughter's teacher that he fails to hide, but when she decides to help him out, things eventually take a turn for the better. 

Run It For The Cardio by PigSlay

“I was right to be nervous around you that first day.” Zayn shakes his head, laughing angrily. “But for some reason I thought it was just because I was nervous about making new friends. Nah, I knew to be nervous about the fact that you’re an annoying tool who only cares about himself and hearing himself talk.”

“Wait a minute,” Louis smiles widely. “You were nervous meeting me?” Zayn has no idea why he’s smiling so widely right now. Being nervous around someone isn’t always a good thing – it could very well mean you’re afraid the other person will rob you or something.

Or the one where Zayn and Louis meet during art class at their university and their lives are never the same again.

Life and Choices by wellthatlookslikefun

"Three hours later, Zayn is questioning both his life and his choices as he brushes ash out of his hair for the second time in as many days.

“You know,” Louis starts, poking delicately at the melted puddle that used to be his cauldron, “I think I’m getting better.” He looks up at Zayn with a faux-innocent look. Zayn just manages to hold back his laughter at Louis’ smudged face and his bright, wide-eyed expression. Louis had very bright eyes, Zayn notices."

Or the one where Zayn somehow starts tutoring Louis in potions and Niall accidentally hits Zayn with an experimental spell that messes things up for a while but then makes everything better.

we've come a long way by graceana

For the rest of the movie Louis barely pays attention. He’s too focused on the words that Harry said. They keep echoing in the back of his mind: There are people who don’t experience sexual attraction. That’s Louis. That’s what he’s got to be. He wants to know more. He wants to meet people who are like him, who know what it feels like and how confused and scared it makes him.

there are two things louis is confused about. the first is his sexuality, or lack there of? he guesses. the second is why all of a sudden he has feelings for his best friend.

prompt: ACEFIC? Louis and Zayn are best friends who hang out all the time and everyone jokes about them being in love/life partners/boyfriends. They're both so hung up on the idea that dating = sex that they're oblivious to the fact that the joke isn't really a joke maybe until one of them starts going on dates with someone else? Maybe...slowly realizing that sex isn't everything, they've been more than friends for a while and figuring some things out. Non-sexual intimacy ok? Okay!

I'm Just A Reader, You're Every Chapter by Austinattack

"Go get Louis away from that prick," Harry slurred, reaching up to poke Zayn's cheek. "And like. Kiss him. You want to. I can tell."

Zayn glared down at Harry, and shrugged his shoulder so he couldn't lean on him anymore. "Fuck off."

Harry smirked and slipped his arms around Zayn. "You do. You liiiiiiike him," he gushed, wiggling closer, while Zayn's face warmed. "You should go kiss him. You should bring him over here and kiss him all over."

"Shut the fuck up, Harry."

or

Zayn and Louis are uni roommates, Zayn may have a crush, and Louis can't handle it.

Soaking In The Glory Of It All by fancyachatup

Football player and single father Louis Tomlinson meets Zayn Malik, famous artist and single dad.

Or

Louis and Zayn unknowingly go on a date with their kids and then go on a real one.

then i saw your face by countthestars

Louis snatches the picture off the fridge and retreats to the safe haven of his bedroom, stuffing it out of sight in a desk drawer where Niall can’t get his grubby hands on it. And like. So what if he refuses to throw it out? He needs evidence when he confronts Liam next week, doesn’t he? And so what if he’s spent maybe a little more time than necessary studying the pencil lines, tracing his fingers over the lead until it smears. It’s just. He never thought his face was that interesting. Never believed it could, like, inspire someone to recreate it.

or, the one in which Zayn is an art major and Louis has a hard time letting his guard down.

the cold never bothered me anyway by countthestars

Honestly, the whole super power thing is some grass is always greener bullshit. Zayn hadn't realized, before he developed a power, that it'd come with an obligation. It was sort of expected that he would dedicate his life to fighting evil.

Louis, though, he never saw coming.

Stay Quiet, Stay Near by parisienneheart

Zayn and Louis are community college skater bros on a last hurrah roadtrip along the California coastline before Zayn leaves to his transfer university. Louis harbors some angsty feelings about being left behind and realizes he might have more than friendly feelings for his best friend.

Aftermath by StormDancer

In another world, Zayn would be on the bed already, and Louis would be tasting every inch of him. He’d be writhing with pleasure, taken care of properly, shown what true pleasure can be, not just the pretense he’s probably had. He’d show Zayn that even in the camps, far away from the city glamour, there’s real pleasure. He’d have Zayn screaming his name, begging for him. In that other world, when Louis hadn’t won Zayn in a card game. When the chains around Zayn’s wrists that kept him with Louis were emotion, not gold.

two wheels of a different pair (but we're still rolling into something we don't know) by zouee

“Does it get tiring?” Louis asks, voice coming out softer than anticipated.

The response doesn’t come right away. For a moment, Louis thinks Zayn might actually be asleep; pulled under quickly despite their surroundings. Then he thinks Zayn’s making a point to ignore him and he considers leaving - the rejection making his heart sting. But in the next moment Zayn remains stone-still as he replies, mouth only moving slightly.

“What does?”

Louis turns his head, looks at him, “Pretending you don’t care.” _

When an out of town bikie storms into a restaurant placed on the outskirts, he doesn’t expect to meet the boy with bright eyes and devilish smile.

Set in the 1950’s.

you've got a pretty kind of dirty face by zouee

“what are you gonna do, zayn?” louis asks him, now noticing his lack of breath in his voice. he glances down towards zayn’s gun. “you gonna shoot me?”

-

louis' a bank teller and zayn's a thief.

high hopes by zouee

i know it's crazy to believe in silly things, but it's not that easy

Based off this video clip

Wicked At Midnight by Randominity

In which Louis is turned into a vampire, Nick is unhelpful, there's a rota, and everyone thinks things are going to go smoothly.

All You Have to Do by Randominity

Louis doesn't want to win Zayn over - he just wants to win.

somewhere in the night by alnima

Louis smiles at him back and hopes that Zayn can’t see the swirl of emotion inside him. He’s a stranger and Louis is catching feelings, go figure. Leave it to him to take in a stray and want to keep him.

make the world for you by alnima

“Okay, right.” Louis rolls his eyes and stabs his finger into Zayn’s wrist. “You’ve gotten like, a million new tattoos since the break up.”

“So what? I’m always getting new tattoos.”

“You’ve dyed your hair,” Louis says and Zayn runs his hands nervously over the silver hair on top of his head. It wasn’t a drastic decision or anything. And he doesn’t need Louis calling him out on it. “Just trust me, Zayn. This trip will really do you some good, okay?”

Zayn looks at his best friend and looks at the bag on the ground. It’s a crazy idea, it’s rash and absurd but maybe Louis is right. Maybe a trip around the world is just what he needs to figure out how to be Zayn again. He’s not sure himself, not sure about getting on a plane for hours but… He sighs, shaking his head.

“Alright. Yeah, let’s do this.”

Baby Bring Your Body by disarm_d

Zayn and Louis get stoned and switch bodies. In that order.

So Much Of The City Is Our Bodies by disarm_d

A place/ where everything too big to take apart/ had been left behind.

AU set in Toronto, Canada.

Method to the Madness by disarm_d

Louis doesn’t trust himself to know the right way to touch Zayn anymore.

your finest inspiration by carissima

His legs ache a little and he's shattered so he keeps the radio down low as he cruises through the streets until he hits the motorway. It's another two hours to London and he's got a lot of cursing at Zayn to do so he slouches down in his seat and thinks about how dumb Zayn's stupid face is.

like any real love it's ever-changing by annemari

"Do you think if I repeat 'this isn't happening' for long enough it'll make it true?" Louis asks.

The cat—Zayn—moves its tail. Louis doesn't know what that means.

"I have no idea what that means," Louis says.

Zayn turns into a cat. Louis figures some things out.

i count my steps by annemari

Zayn and Louis often play truth or dare to unwind.

Those Meddling Kids by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd)

Zayn likes to watch the street from his own windows when he can. He likes it even better when the street watches back, and Louis's the only one to know it.

(Or: Zayn and Louis hook up in the Mystery Machine.)

only fools rush in by gravitycentered

The night feels like it moves quickly, melting away as they all get steadily drunker; Zayn watches the boys eat and laugh and shove each other around and feels suddenly very glad to be with them, incredibly lucky to have all of them to himself.

Especially you, Zayn thinks, looking over at Louis. The bar lights are dim, as usual, but there’s a dull little ceiling lamp above their table and it illuminates Louis just enough as he smiles back.

I'm the Scene, You're the Director by slashter

Zayn has yet to not get a stiffy when he sees Louis on set--just the idea of Louis being so in control of everything, shouting commands at him, walking up to him when he's in a pose and touching him everywhere, moving him around so he looks better--it's definitely somewhat of a fear boner, but in the best way possible. Honestly, he kind of wants Louis to destroy him, and that desire hasn't wavered a bit over the past two years.

[Or the one where Louis tells Zayn what to do, Zayn (usually) fights back, and neither of them can get enough of it]

You Ignite Me And I'll Ignite You by slashter

“Zayn,” Louis repeats, slightly out of breath, once he’s right in front of the boy. It’s only mildly embarrassing. “Louis,” Zayn answers, raising an eyebrow. “On your way to class?” “I--yes,” Louis stammers, then starts walking alongside Zayn. “Um, off to do more art? And stuff? That you do?” Smooth. Zayn laughs. His eyes crinkle up at the corners and Louis wants to drop-kick Harry, he’s so fucking sexually frustrated.

[Or the one where Zayn sells Louis weed and Louis definitely has much more than just a crush]

If Only You Saw What I Can See by slashter

It's almost impressive that Louis hasn't tried to see his own face in a hundred years, because Zayn doesn't know if he'd be able to go a day without looking at him.

downward facing dog by robpatFF

The yoga mat is heavier than he remembers, and dustier, and Zayn realizes it’s been a few good months since he’s been able to do this proper. Been able to stretch out his mat and stretch out his own body and feel the ache of release, the burn in his muscles as he pushes himself past the sting of it and just breathes. His fingers grip around the edge of the mat in anticipation, his shoulders already relaxing as he sets it down in the living room.

come sail away by robpatFF

The hotel faces the beach, and when Zayn looks out he can see the ocean lapping up against the shore, the distinct darkening of the sand where the tide washes in.

rise from your burning fiat by dangerbears

AU of the high school variety. louis and zayn have always been best friends and they always will be, no matter how much time they let pass.

if not the happiest, surely the luckiest by dangerbears

AU. reform boarding school for the obscenely wealthy, essentially. zayn is new and louis is hot shit.

Gravity Always Wins by writeivywrite

The truth is: if they weren’t in a band together, Zayn wouldn’t be friends with someone like Louis.

give this wandering soul a home by sunshineflying

Louis Tomlinson lives in a sleepy town in Essex, near a small uni where all his friends seem to be going – except for him. He thrives on having a social life – with his best friend Liam at his side and the cherubic new boy Harry across the street, life is good. But when autumn comes around and everyone goes off to uni, Louis starts to spiral out of control.

The feeling of being left behind never really goes away, so Louis doubles his efforts to forget, hardly sober for more than a day at a time, and yet life still goes on around him. Louis wants to grow up, he does, it’s just that it’s hard to do when the ones around him are far more successful than he is. It isn't until his mother's harsh ultimatum that Louis is brought back to a sobering reality.

Covering nearly five years, this fic follows all the characters, though Louis most of all, as they work their way through relationships, road blocks, and more coursework than they can sometimes handle to come through alright on the other side. Through a series of ups and downs, Louis and everyone else settle into lives they’re pleased with – a task that several of them didn’t think was possible to accomplish. Inspired by Skins UK.

(I love you) by softly (alexenglish)

There should be a word for a threat that is also a promise. Because that is what I want you to hold me down and do.

(buy your love by playing make believe.) by softly (alexenglish)

I would love you more if you were someone who could love me.

(quiet kisses are so hardcore) by softly (alexenglish)

I laugh along but inside I know that it’s true: Being in love is totally punk rock.

(you know that I’m no good) by softly (alexenglish)

I don’t know how to make things right. So I’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong.

(You can’t start a fire without a spark.) by softly (alexenglish)

I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say. Come home.

known you in every life i've lived by leighbot

“I would guess that your magic is stronger here because your soulmate might be within the castle. Maybe your magic is trying to lead you to them.”

Zayn is a newly appointed crown prince and Louis is the first person with grey magic in the kingdom since the Founding Queen herself. Abelwick fic.

what happens in the bathroom by leighbot

Zayn just needs to relieve himself before his lecture starts, but there's someone crying in the stall and he can't just leave them upset.

the time you have wasted for your rose by leighbot

“I’m not a boy.”

“You’re a… girl?” he tries, feeling like he has the wrong answer to a test he didn’t know he was being given.

“No, I’m not a girl, either.”

“Is this a riddle, because I’m shit at riddles to be honest.”

Or, Louis and Zayn work together on a school play and learn that not everyone is as they seem.

your heaven and your oceans, too by leighbot

It usually starts the same for everyone: an uncertain glance, a hint of familiarity, a hesitant step forward and finally an overwhelming sensation of recognition as their souls connect. People have met their soulmates at both very young and very old ages, people have met their soulmates in their prime or when they’re married to someone else or even when they’re nearing their own death. The only rules of soulmates are that everyone has one and everyone meets theirs at some point in their lifetime.

Or, Louis is Emperor and Zayn is his soul mate. That simple, really.

Ice Skating by leighbot

Looking up at Louis now, his face soft and open, Zayn doesn't know how to admit that he doesn't want to feel like a fool. Instead he shakes his head ‘no’ and purses his lips, staring at the skates as if they had personally offended him.

or, the one where Zayn really doesn't want to ice skate but Louis is so pretty and smiles so wide for him and he'll try it, okay? He'll try.

its been a while by neonmoonlight

The only good thing about break is that he doesn't have to be on Twitter constantly and check what people are saying about him. He spends most of his time out on friend dates with Danielle and dodging calls from Simon. He also has more time to spend going to music festivals he's been wanting to go to for years and have a couple day holiday in Vegas.

Based off of Louis "Vegas has broken me ..." tweet.

#1 by dramaturgicallycorrect

“I know what you are,” Mueller growls.

Tommo lifts and slams him back against the bar. Zayn looks around, finds the bartender and the rest of the patrons casually minding their own. Must be business as usual in a place like this.

When Zayn looks back, there’s a knife in his hand, long and thin and shining even in the pub’s dim light. Only when Zayn looks hard enough, it’s not a knife at all but a thin blade, nor is it so much in his hand as it is protruding from it, resting dangerously at Mueller’s pulse point.

Zayn’s heart pounds. He’s a mutant.

[Or issue number one.]

all the stars were crashing by sarcangel

“We should practice,” Louis says. He’s got a faraway look in his eye that doesn’t bode well for anyone, based on Zayn’s newly-formed knowledge of Louis. “Find a place, set up a schedule, all that.”

“What?” Zayn says, not sure where the conversation is exactly headed anymore.

“You know, in a movie - like, this would be our montage sequence,” Louis says, hands everywhere, gesturing wildly. “There’d be some song playing in the background while we spar and gain strength and -”

(and lick sweat off of each other’s necks, Zayn thinks, and then you knock me to the floor and lay on me and)

“Yeah, that’d be sick,” Zayn says, instead, not knowing if he’s more surprised that anything coherent comes out of his mouth or that he’s actually agreed to Louis’ awful plan.

Blow by catholicschoolgirl

“I wonder how it feels sometimes / Must be good to you”

Alternatively: sex, drugs and feelings in the Mystery Machine.

Fangs by catholicschoolgirl

"The days that Louis had spent with Zayn were the best of his life. All 74,035 of them."

Louis loves Zayn, always has, but Zayn might want someone else. Louis does not react positively.

stumbling, looking in the dark by rilla

'Everyone always thinks Louis is just hilarious and cutting and sarcastic when he’s actually just deeply honest and doesn’t like very many things. The only person who ever believed him is Zayn, and Zayn’s long gone now.' University AU.

we've got each other and that's a lot by rilla

Louis is the first person Zayn meets at university. He's definitely trouble. Luckily, Zayn likes trouble.

Everyone Else Isn't You by rilla

'Everyone else isn't you. It turns out that's a huge problem for me.' A little bit of canon zouis, set in February 2016.

no one knows (if you don’t say the words) by words_unravel

Louis wants one last winter holiday with the boys and Zayn's never been one to tell him no.

Would you let me be your world? by geewhizmo

Louis moves to a new city to start college. Her roommate, Zayn, is attractive, intriguing, and totally out of her league.

This was going to be an interesting year.

Make Up Your Heart by FallingLikeThis

You know that saying? Something about not knowing what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone?

Yeah, well fucking fuck that shit, okay?

It’s hard enough losing something, someone, without having that piece of shit sentiment thrown at you from every angle as you grieve. Or punch things. Louis has a tendency to punch things. Or kick things. Like his football. Only he imagines it’s Zayn’s stupid, beautiful, disloyal face.

[heroesarelife]

I returned to ask something of my beloved Togata Mirio, in the case he make a request for courtship the girl he likes very much (I accept to be his future wife too, oh lord), thank you and sorry for the english so bad.. :c ♥

Hey mate I didn’t proof read this so forgive me for any odd mistakes and whatnot.

Also, please remember to specify if you want headcanons or scenarios, otherwise I will tend to choose freely and I generally default into hcs.

Word count: 2k+

Warning: Some second hand embarrassment.

Mirio was, for as long as he could remember, single-mindedlyfocused. He had wanted to be a hero since he was a toddler. He could all but recallthe endless summer days, when he and Tamaki would play, pretending to be wellknown heroes. Saving each other in turns, chasing seagulls away as if they werevillains - which worked very well, since the seagulls would usually fight backand he would somehow need to defend his friend from them. In fact, that’s oneof the ways he learned how to control his quirk; provoking the territorialbirds and then proceeding to activate it whenever they attacked, satisfied whenthey would fly right through him, shrieking in angry dismay. Of course, hewould sometimes time it wrong and instead be the target of the bird’s fury. Reasonwhy he would claim, for whomever bothered to hear, that they were the devil’sspawns. And he had the scars to prove it.

And that was only one instance of his determination. He hadneeded to be that way, with his quirk being as it was, and the generaldisbelief and scrutiny the world threw at him regarding his dream. And yet, henever gave up. Plunging through challenges and against all odds, training hisbody and mind mercilessly until he had unwavering control over his abilities.

That is, until now.

She was from the class next door, and had been inadvertentlysending most of Mirio’s days in disarray by simply existing. And did soeffortlessly, with no realisation whatsoever of the devastating effects she hadon him.

Crossing past her on the hallway became a complicated heart-flutteringordeal. Observing her from afar turned into a daily habit. The simplest ofhair-throws, the smallest of smiles, would send whatever he was holding rightthrough his hand and into a splattering mess on the ground. A sudden cross ofeyes and he would promptly find himself two floors below.

One for whom confidence came as naturally as air to thelungs, Mirio was the most confused by his own nerves. Even when he tried totalk to the girl, he ended up derailing into a verbal avalanche, that made aslittle sense to him as it did to her, leaving both devastatingly confused,although it seemed to entertain Nejire to no end, if her unveiled snickering wasanything to judge by.

“Our Mirio is in love!” She teased pleasantly, after he madehis now all too common walk of defeat back to his group of friends.

“Do you think she noticed?” He asked, smiling as to mask the dread the sheer thought caused him.

“I think the whole school knows at this point.” Nejireanswered, almost distractedly. Then joined her hands together, like struck by asudden thought, a playful smile lighting up her features: “There’s even a pollgoing around. But don’t worry, we are team Mirio!” She added, as if thatsettled any issues he might have, nudging Tamaki with her elbow.

Mirio left his head hang in defeat, wishing fiercely hecould go back to simpler times when all he worried about was to become a heroand defeat villains. When it was all about training his quirk. Thinking back,maybe seagulls weren’t all that bad, after all. He would choose the demon spawnsand a beating over this whole mess. Any day, any time.

“That’s it!” He slammed his fist against his palm invictory. “She’s like the seagulls!” he declared triumphantly. Seeminglyrecovered to his traditional excited demeanour, he walked off hurriedly,restless under the fuel of his idea. He understood now; this was training aswell, and he had to face it like a challenge. He had to win her heart.

“Oh. She does sound a bit like a bird, I guess.” He heardNejire say behind him in placid agreement, not sounding the least confused.

—–

The next day, Mirio was ready. Armed with a messy chimeramade of varied internet tips – the ones he managed to make any sense of. Groomedand set into pretending his insides weren’t all mush and rattled nerves, hemarched into his UA designated building with all the airs of a man on amission. Before he could change his mind, he beelined towards the lockers wherehe knew he would find her, now that he had most of her schedule internalizeddown to the second.

There she was, organizing her locker absent-mindedly as shechatted to a friend. He swallowed dry, suddenly realizing how little his memorymade her justice. She seemed to sparkle along with the sunlight, all her beinglight and ease in her own existence, and he wondered if that was some sort ofmagic or if he was really just that hopeless. He hesitated, almost turning andcalling it a day. But he had made a decision, and he would follow through withit for all he was worth.

And so he did, approaching and placing his elbow against thewooden structure, supporting his head and weight with it. She had her back tohim, but the aspiring hero hadn’t planned as far as what to say, wanting atfirst to be, well, noticed. Preferably looking cool. Yes, that would do.

He stood awkwardly locked in the position, the confidentsmile frozen in his face almost as if painted in place. After an absoluteeternity – or one minute and fifty-three seconds, but who was counting? – herfriend poked her shyly, pointing towards him. She was going to notice him, andhis insides froze up and burned in a superb dichotomy that perfectly mirroredthe jumbled state of his own thoughts.

“Hello!” He said, louder and more mechanically than heintended. “Isn’t this a—” She turned to look at him and their eyes met. That’sall it took, really. There he went, across the lockers and the ground, fallingbutt first against the concrete floor one story below, leaving behind hisclothes and a great chunk of his dignity, no doubt. Luckily, Tamaki broughtthem both back to him a couple of minutes later.

Not a man to be intimidated and give up on first struggle –after all, how long did it take for him to face off the seagulls properly? –,Mirio pushed forward. The following days went by as smoothly as a messy andunplanned laboratory experiment could go, and usually bored the results onewould expect of such disasters. Each and every single day he tried a differentapproach, a different plan, one more miraculous than the other. He triedeverything the internet and his imagination had to offer. Showing his skillsin the hopes of dazzling her, making himself a constant presence in her orbit, chocolates,flowers, the list of actions went on. Some of which didn’t end in outrightcatastrophe; a plus considering his growing track record.

At the end of the month Mirio found himself no closer to hisobjective, hopelessly out of ideas, and seemingly defeated. He stopped trying,to the chock of half the school. Instead he walked around a bit hunched over,uncharacteristically gloomy, proceeding with what was needed of him with adistant, disconnected energy. Nejire and Tamaki tried to cheer him up, in verydifferent and characteristic ways, but he only payed them half a mind. Hethought, maybe people around were right and he should just give up.

It was one of those days, when he was walking back home inthe company of his sulking, that their paths crossed. Not on a forced, overthe top, based on careful planning, manner. But as simple as him raising hishead for a second, and the person who consumed all his thoughts was right infront of him, like a gift.

His heart squeezed in a confused mix of happiness and sorrowthat he couldn’t quite describe, let alone name, but that had become a constantpresence whenever he would see her. Part of him thought that maybe this was themoment to give his last try, and if it didn’t work… But his thoughts stoppedmidtrack, given pause by his other, more observant, part.

Because for the first time in a long while he paid attentionto her and not to his thoughts and plans. And he saw a reflection of his ownsaddened state on the lines of her shoulders; as if she was bending towards herself,trapped in her own thoughts, head cast down.

Insecurities forgotten to give place for goodhearted worry, hisbody acted on its own accord and he approaches quietly, sitting down on the parkbench beside her. She noticed, but didn’t raise her head. All thingsconsidered, that was a good thing, since his quirk had developed thehabit of acting out whenever she looked at him.

“Hey. Are you alright?” He asked haltingly.

She nodded, not startled at his presence. “Yes. I just had abad day at training. That’s all.” She sighed, and as she did the world answeredin tune, a gentle breeze reaching them both, brushing the loose hair strandssoftly. At that she raised her face, looking straight ahead, a slight smilecurving her lips; welcoming the gift. She looked beautiful and he thought,painfully, that he couldn’t give up, after all. It wasn’t in him. “I just feellike I try and try and I’m still behind everybody else. I—” she went on,looking at her hands with a contorted expression “I still can’t control myquirk properly so I keep thinking that maybe… maybe I should just give up.Maybe I’m not cut to be a hero, really.”

“That’s not true!” He exclaimed in sudden passion, much moreloudly than what the situation demanded, but he didn’t care. Not this time. Hestood up indignantly, looking at her firmly for the first time. “I’ve seen youtrain! I’ve been—” observing you like acreep “I notice you around. And I’m not about to let you talk yourself intothinking you are not worth it. I was told that all my life by everyone, but I knew I could do it. And so can you.” He declared boldly, squeezinghis hands into fists. She was looking at him now, eyes wide. “I believe in you.You are incredible and I think the world can’t be the place we want it tobecome without you at our side. At my side too. As a hero.” He opened a largesmile, truth behind every word, not attempting to hide his excitement. “Myquirk is also really hard to control so I can help you with yours too. So don’tworry. I would give anything to you.”

Caught up in his beliefs and sheer spirit, it took him asecond too late to realize exactly what he had just said. Very suddenly hestuttered, because now she was looking at him at a loss for words. Oh no. “Imean, like because I would love to help. Like, as a friend. It’s not like I’mtrying anything else. No, but not like I wouldn’t like it, I would love it! Imean you are so amazing and we could, like, do hero work together in the futurewhen we are not going on dates and watching movies. And I just being happy. Butwhat I mean is that you can totally be a hero, it doesn’t need to be with me,but it can. No, I mean—” He derailed and came to a halt; her fingers pressedagainst his lips to hush him. While his brain was still trapped in the book hecould say to go and try to save the whole situation, his heart definitely tooknote of her proximity, turning and skipping beats wildly. That was it then, hethought. He screwed it up.

But instead of the certain rejection he was fully expecting,she smiled instead. Sweet and bright. “Thank you, Mirio. I… I think I will dothat. And it means a lot, that you believe in me.” He took in a deep breath,almost shaking with the adrenaline rush. “About the rest… Maybe we could startwith an ice cream instead? And we can see about the dates and movies later on.” She suggestedsimply, laughing softly when he staggered, wide-eyed.

“There’s an ice cream place close to here. Where the seagullsgather.” He heard himself say, almost distantly. Still in shock.

Because by a stroke of luck – or some wild dream, and ifthat was the case, he would like to keep dreaming, thank you very much - theywere both walking side by side, towards the ice cream place. Mirio couldn’tquite make sense of the whole thing, but his entire being was covered with a glowing sensation,warm and fuzzy and oh-so-good. He felt like an idiot, but a happy idiot.

“You know, about that poll…” She started, inquisitively. Hejumped on the thought, having completely erased from his brain the casualinformation he had been told before. He fussed, scratching his head and smilingwidely, albeit apologetically.

“Right! I’m so sorry about it! My friends…” Nejire, he corrected inwardly. “…theyhave a weird sense of humour. I will tell them to call it off.”

“No! Don’t yet. I mean…” She exclaimed, laughing easily,and the sound was like music to his ears. “I was going to say that my bet was onyou, you know.”

Say what now? He stopped, mouth hanging open in dismay. Shelooked at him, apparently finding something funny in his expression, since she smiledmischievously. Taking a step back in his direction, she reached out and heldhis hand, interlocking their fingers together and squeezing it warmly.

“But I think that somehow I’m already collecting my wagers.”

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[lalainajanes]

...I totally read your tags for bring it on and omg yaaaaassss a kc au and like I totally wish I could make actual puppy eyes at au to see if maybe possibly some day in the future this could be an actual thing??

It had been an appalingly long time since I looked through my saved prompts and I figured this one was perfect for klarolineauweek!

Like, Totally Freak Me Out

The hallsare nearly empty when Caroline walks in the front doors. A quick glance at herphone has her picking up the pace. Thank god she’d worn flats today.

Carolinewould have given just about anything to have slept in and blown off APChemistry. Her phone had kept her up all night, the cheer squad group chat anever ending fight. Old grudges were brought up (seriously old, like secondgrade playground accident old) and abundant petty digs were thrown, despite thefact that a decision had been made and the endless chat bubbles weren’t goingto change Caroline’s mind.

She’d knownthe squad her entire life. You’dthink they’d have figured out not to mess with her when she’d decided onsomething but, to be fair, none of them had been selected for their brains. Astheir newest member had pointed out yesterday, cheering wasn’t exactly taxingon the neurons.

That littleremark might have been part of the reason Caroline had made the call. RebekahMikaelson was only a sophomore but she’d stared down a table full of juniorsand seniors without a hint of nerves, her chin up and voice cool. Carolinecouldn’t help but admire the poise. And then the girl had pulled out a flawlesstumbling pass that was well beyond the gymnastics the squad’s routinesrequired. She’d been one of the better dancers when they’d split the girls upinto groups too. Her vocals were a little weak and they’d have to work onwiping the faintly embarrassed expression from her face while she performedbut, all in all, Rebekah was a better candidate than Caroline had dared hopefor considering the last minute scramble they were stuck doing all becauseSophie was a moron who’d gotten sloppy drunk and broken her ankle.

Rebekah wasin, she’d decreed, when they’d dismissed the last of the hopefuls. She’d gottensome pushback but there was no way the teeny freshman minion of Vicki Donovan’swas better. Yeah, they could toss the girl to the rafters but she had zeropersonality. Vicki was bitter about not being captain and Caroline had been trying not to rub her victory in herface. Apparently her attempts at civility had made Vicki think her opinion wasimportant.

Which suckedfor her because Caroline was 100% done being nice.

Ok fine.She usually only managed to be nice-ish (on a good day) but pushovers weren’twinners and Caroline had her eye on ending her senior year with a big freakingtrophy in her hand. Rebekah had been a little snotty but she could move. Theycould work on the rest of it.

She’dstopped responding to the chat sometime around midnight but her curiosity hadgotten the better of her over and over again. She’d silenced her phone andshoved it in the back of her nightstand but that hadn’t helped for long.Caroline had tossed and turned and done her best to resist temptation.

For aboutan hour.

Vicki hadstill been at it when she’d fished her phone out, complaining and railing abouthow Caroline had clearly lost her mind. Caroline had made careful note of whowas encouraging the raving (keep your friends close and your enemies closer andall that) and hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep.

In themorning she’d abused her snooze button, rolled out of bed at the very lastsecond. If it were any other teacher she might have taken her chances andskipped but Mrs. Herbert was exactly the sort of busy body to go out of her wayand corner Caroline’s mom at the grocery store and rat out her second day ofschool truancy. It was way too earlyin the semester for an awkward dinner of pointed perp stares and stern lecturesso Caroline had no choice but to make an appearance in class.

Carolinedarts into the room just before the bell rings, offering a saccharine smile tothe disapproving teacher. All the seats at the lab are occupied save for one inthe back corner. She usually likes to sit nearer to the front but it was herown fault for taking the extra time to curl her hair.

As shemakes her way to the back, spies the unfamiliar boy who’s going to be sharingthe table with her she mentally pats herself on the back for the effort.

He was cute.

Stefanhadn’t managed to last a whole weekend away at college without cheating on her(and thanks Valerie from summer camp for tagging the photo of them making out onFacebook so Caroline could see it). Caroline had spent a weekend cloistered inher bedroom with Bonnie and Elena and Ben and Jerry and Jose and The Captain.She’d had a good wallow, cried and raged and burned every stupid present Stefanhad ever given her (watching that snow globe melt like the cheap bit of junk itwas had been particularly satisfying).

It had beencathartic and Caroline was ready to have fun her senior year.

This guy,with his full lips and dark blue eyes (currently locked on her with a healthyhint of interest), certainly looked like fun.

Mrs.Herbert begins her lecture as Caroline settles into her seat. She flips openher notebook and jots down a few notes though it quickly becomes obvious thatshe doesn’t need to bother.

Caroline wasway ahead on her assigned reading, had wanted to get a head start because she’splanned on personally training the new cheer squad member. Mrs. Herbert’s wordswere straight from the text and her voice was a sleep inducing monotone.

Ugh, maybeshe should have slept in.

She pushesthat thought away when a small square of paper lands in her field of vision.She lifts a brow turning to look at her table mate. He’s not looking at her,focused on his own notebook though he’s drawing not taking notes.

Curious,Caroline unfolds the paper. His scrawl is neat, actually legible unlike most ofthe boys of her acquaintance.

Would you like to be lab partners?

She strivesto keep her expression neutral as she considers her response. She tilts herhead slightly to the side so she can see him in her peripheral vision, thinksshe catches a hint of a smile on his face.

Carolinehad to admit that she finds the direct approach refreshing.

Still, noneed to make it too easy.

That depends, she writes, will you torpedo my GPA? I’m banking on some kick ass scholarships toget me out of this town.

She foldsthe paper carefully and tosses it back, listens intently enough to hear thetiny scoff he emits when he reads her words. His reply comes quickly and isequally to the point.

I assure you I am quite competent.

She’s justbending to reply when she tunes back in to what Mrs. Herbert is saying. They’rebeing instructed to break off into pairs, told that the person next to themwill be their assigned lab partner. Caroline supposes she’s stuck with Cute andForward and that she doesn’t really mind.

Fingers crossedhe wasn’t an idiot.

She spinson her stool to face him. He offers her a hand, formal, and she’s a littlecharmed by the gesture (and by the hint of a dimple she spies when he offersher a real smile). “I’m Klaus. I suppose I should be thankful for your latearrival.”

Shestruggles not to react to the accent. Because sa-woon. It’s probably lucky that she’d heard a similar one justyesterday, though it’s far more appealing from his full lips. “Oh, you must berelated to Rebekah!”

He lookspuzzled for a moment and then something like dread creeps into his expression,“You’re not one of the awful cheerleaders she was nattering on about yesterday,are you?”

Carolinebristles, “I was not awful. I’llacknowledge that some of my squad was less than welcoming but they fear change.They’ll get over it.”

“No need,”Klaus says, seemingly unconcerned. “Rebekah’s come to her senses.”

Carolinedid not like the sound of that. “Whatdo you mean?”

“She’sworking on convincing our mother to drive her to Richmond twice a week so shecan train in a proper gym there. It’ll only be for a year or so until she getsher license and Bekah can usually annoy just about anyone into submission so Iimagine she won’t be needing cheerleading.”

She’s notsuper impressed with the snideness but Caroline has a more pressing concern. Ifhe was one of those ‘cheerleading isn’t a real sport’ guys she’d cure him ofthat later. The news that Rebekah was reconsidering joining her squad was notgood. Not good at all. “I need her,”Caroline blurts out. “I fought for her. I have a flyer down and she’s my bestoption for a replacement.”

“Sorry,love. She seems resolved.” Klaus shrugs, clearly not sensing her urgency. UntilCaroline snatches his pencil out of his hand when he makes to return to hissketch. Could he not sense she was in crisis?

“Listen,”Caroline says, speaking quietly but forcefully. A few people glance over butone harsh glare from her and they’re turning away.

Klaus notices,“Impressive.”

Caroline willtake that as a compliment. “I don’t know if cheerleading is a thing whereyou’re from. But here? It’s a big freaking deal. We’re the best, have been foryears. I intend to keep it that way and being the best means I need the best on my team.”

“I’m notthe person you need to convince,” Klaus points out.

“Where’sher locker?”

“Not sure.”

Carolinedraws in a calming breath. “You have a phone, don’t you? Text her and ask.”

Klausfingers drum on the tabletop as he considers her. There’s a calculating glintin his eyes and Caroline braces herself for a refusal. She wouldn’t accept, ofcourse, but she mentally lists a few angles in preparation.

If only she’dworn a sluttier top this morning.

“I’m also notsure it’s particularly brotherly of me to let you ambush my baby sister,” Klaussays.

“Oh,please, I’ve already met her, remember? A delicate flower Rebekah is not.”

Klausinclines his head. “What’s in it for me?”

“What doyou want?” Caroline asks suspiciously. “If it’s something pervy I will stab you with this pencil. Mymother, the sheriff, will totallyback me up if I tell her you were sexually harassing me.”

Klausappears mildly offended. “I was just going to ask your name. Anything else I’llearn.”

“It’sCaroline,” she tells him, only slightly grudging.

“It’slovely to meet you, Caroline,” Klaus murmurs before sneaking a glance at theteacher. “Just give me a moment.” He leans forward in his seat, fishing out hisphone and keeping it out of sight below the table as he taps out a textmessage.

She kind ofwants to toss out something snarky about his ego, his overconfidence, but sherefrains. She’s fairly certain that she’d end up a liar.

[tea-and-toblerones]

I hijacked this.

1: Name:: Deanna 2: Age:: 24 3: 3 Fears:: spiders, being told I love you when they really don't, utter failure 4: 3 things I love:: Video games, music and art 5: 4 turns on:: Dorkiness, awkwardness, kindness and a sense of humor 6: 4 turns off:: flip floppy behavior, narcissism, arrogance, and thinking yo ass is better than everyone else. 7: My best friend:: @bestiejessie 8: Sexual orientation:: Hetro, but with an appreciation for the female form 9: My best first date:: pff, I'll let you know when that happens, yeah? I've never really been taken out 10: How tall am I:: 5′7" 11: What do I miss:: being as carefree as I was 12: What time were I born:: Monday, August 24, 1992 at 9:18 PM 13: Favourite color:: Red. Blood red. 14: Do I have a crush:: My heart only poops it's pants for celebs and fictional characters at the mo'. It's easier that way. 15: Favourite quote:: “I may be an asshole, but I'm not a 100% Dick" Peter "Star Lord" Quill 16: Favourite place:: By the water. On the water. Floating in the water. I love water. 17: Favourite food:: PIZZA IS LIFEEEEE 18: Do I use sarcasm:: Nah mate, not at all. 19: What am I listening to right now:: The Final Fantasy VII Soundtrack 20: First thing I notice in new person:: eyes, scent, timbre of voice, and their vibe 21: Shoe size:: 8 22: Eye color:: gunsteel blue 23: Hair color:: medium brown. For now. 24: Favourite style of clothing:: Grunge queen in the fall/winter Cute and lacy in the spring/summer 25: Ever done a prank call?:: not that I'm aware. I have terrible anxiety 27: Meaning behind my URL:: I just love tea and toblerones mate. 28: Favourite movie:: Howl's Moving Castle 29: Favourite song:: Yellow by Coldplay 30: Favourite band:: Imagine Dragons 31: How I feel right now:: Chill/excited 32: Someone I love:: EVERYONE. Cept for one single person. 33: My current relationship status:: Emotionally attached to a fictional character cos I'm trash. That answers that, eh? 34: My relationship with my parents:: Me and my mam are tight. My dad...nah mate, not so much. 35: Favourite holiday:: HALLOWEEN BITCHES! 36: Tattoos and piercing I have:: My gauges. 37: Tattoos and piercing I want:: Sylleblossoms and a sword from FFX, Calcifer from Howl's Moving Caste, a sea scape, trees, a dragon... 38: The reason I joined Tumblr:: I needed an Ed outlet before my friends murdered me. 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?:: He cut his face open to be more like Ed so I would take him back. I don't hate anyone, but that boy is pretty damn close to it. 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?:: My brother texts me WAKE UP from time to time. Do those count? 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?:: Texted, yeah. Messaged, nah, just licked their face. 42: When did I last hold hands?:: romantically? Last year. In general? Last night. 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?:: pff what is this morning you speak of? 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?:: Sure have. 45: Where am I right now?:: In the FFXV/Ed trash heap where I belong. 46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?:: Jessie if they're not already passed out. 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? :: loud 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? :: unfortunately 49: Am I excited for anything?:: THIS WEEKEND 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?:: yes 51: How often do I wear a fake smile?:: 25% of the time? Ish 52: When was the last time I hugged someone?:: earlier today 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?:: I be surprised he grew a spine and kissed a girl other than me, but that's about it. Probably cheer him on. Get him a drink. I'm such a bro 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?:: nah mate, I hardly trust anyone 55: What is something I disliked about today?:: almost falling outta a chair cos I fell asleep 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?:: Ed Sheeran 57: What do I think about most?:: that I'm trapped in a stagnate place and I'll never get free from it. 58: What’s my strangest talent?:: I can remember exactly how people/ feel. Like their skin and whatnot, like I'm physically touching them, but im not. And their scent and their voice. And their eyes. Is that a talent? 59: Do I have any strange phobias?:: the snuggle bear creeps me the fuck out. 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?:: behind 61: What was the last lie I told?:: that I was gonna go to bed early. Does it count if it's to yourself? 62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?:: video chatting cos I have a fear that people can't understand what I'm saying due to the fact I used to have an impediment with a lisp so at least they can read my lips. 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? :: sure do. Seen em. Felt em. Have one thats attached to me. He's cool. Chases away the bad stuff. And yeah this universe is way to big for us to be the only ones 64: Do I believe in magic?:: yep 65: Do I believe in luck?:: very much so 66: What’s the weather like right now?:: kinda coldish? But not terrible (I'm horrible at judging how cold it is. I never wear a jacket) 67: What was the last book I’ve read?:: King Killer Chronicles 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?:: I'm weird so of course I do 69: Do I have any nicknames?:: Nanna (which I always go by) 70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?:: um, well one of my insides got very angry with me and hurt and I couldn't move and was fevered and puking and made my back hurt. I was too stubborn to go get checked out so I dunno what happened but it got better on its own. 71: Do I spend money or save it?:: both. Usually save though 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge?:: I've got quite the long tongue, I can actually stick it up my nose if I tried. (Drunk me has) 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?:: Not that I can see 74: Favourite animal?:: Foxes, Ravens, and raccoons 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?:: Partying with my ladies getting ready to bar hop with the band 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?:: Morningstar. He owns a nightclub called Lux in LA. 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?:: Thrift Shop 78: How can you win my heart?:: by being an adorable awkward dorky nerd like me 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?:: something utterly ridiculous probably 80: What is my favorite word? :: probably a swear. 81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr @weareedsobfg (imma cheat too) @ferskendag, @tenerife-lucy @lordedsheeran, uh....I'm sure there's more I'm forgetting 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? :: pterodactyl noises and arm flaps cos social anxiety 83: Do I have any relatives in jail?:: it would be quicker to list the ones that weren't. 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?:: the power of imagination (whatever I can imagine happens) 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?:: How do you feel 86: What is my current desktop picture?:: A picture of graveyard I took in New Orleans 87: Had sex?:: yeah 88: Bought condoms?:: yeah 89: Gotten pregnant?:: no 90: Failed a class?:: math. All the math 91: Kissed a boy?:: yeah 92: Kissed a girl?:: yeah 93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?:: I have in the snow 94: Had job?:: yeah had job 95: Left the house without my wallet?:: almost everytime 96: Bullied someone on the internet?:: Nah mate 97: Had sex in public?:: Sure have 98: Played on a sports team?:: INDOOR PERCUSSION BITCHES 99: Smoked weed?:: Not smoked it, but had some pretty delicious banana nut pot bread. 100: Did drugs?:: besides the pot bread, nah mate 101: Smoked cigarettes?:: No 102: Drank alcohol?:: Oh yeah 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?:: Once upon a time 104: Been overweight?:: very much so 105: Been underweight?:: when I was born 106: Been to a wedding?:: I've been to so many 107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?:: ALL DAY, ERRYDAY 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?:: I'm a binge watching mofo 109: Been outside my home country?:: no but I wanna 110: Gotten my heart broken?:: yeah 111: Been to a professional sports game?:: Yes and I don't even like sports. 112: Broken a bone?:: surprisingly no 113: Cut myself?:: all the time on accident 114: Been to prom?:: no, I was the weird loner outsider kid. You know the one. 115: Been in airplane?:: Sure have 116: Fly by helicopter? :: no but I've been in one 117: What concerts have I been too?:: Alice Cooper and Watch Them Rot 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?:: Kinda ish. 119: Learned another language?:: I used to know a lil Spanish but now, not so much 120: Wore make up?:: every time I leave the house even though I don't need it anymore cos I got my eczema under control (the miracle of aloe yall) 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?:: Nope 20 122: Had oral sex?:: I have 123: Dyed my hair?:: so much. 124: Voted in a presidential election?:: No 125: Rode in an ambulance?:: Nope 126: Had a surgery?:: Nope 127: Met someone famous?:: uh, mickey, minnie, goofy and pluto? 128: Stalked someone on a social network?:: who hasnt? 129: Peed outside?:: so many times 130: Been fishing?:: yep 131: Helped with charity?:: yep 132: Been rejected by a crush?:: *laughs to infinity* CAN'T BE IF YOU NEVER TELL EM (yes, yes I have. Indirectly) 133: Broken a mirror?:: So many I'm cursed forever 134: What do I want for birthday?:: the same thing I wanted last year. A hot ginger. (And video games. Always video games) 135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?:: 2 boys. And maybe like William or James or something weird cos I love weird names 136: Was I named after anyone? :: Deanna Troi from Star Trek: the Next Generation. 137: Do I like my handwriting?:: yeah it's pretty okay 138: What was my favourite toy as a child?:: MY PINK POWER RANGER ACTION FIGURE 139: Favourite Tv Show?:: Supernatural, Sherlock, Doctor Who, American Horror Story, Arrow, Flash, Legends of Tomorrow...don't make me pick one. 140: Where do I want to live when older?:: with someone I care about. 141: Play any musical instrument?:: piano, marimba, xylophone, vibraphone, bells, drums, guitar (not well, I have ZERO rhythm) 142: One of my scars, how did I get it?:: playing with my dog 143: Favourite pizza toping?:: If I had to pick one, pepperoni but mushroom olive and pineapple please 144: Am I afraid of the dark?:: nah, that's where all the stars are 145: Am I afraid of heights?:: nah 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?:: no, I was a mild child 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?:: Oh you mean my life? 148: What I’m really bad at:: everything 149: What my greatest achievments are:: well I stopped someone from killing themselves. I also tend to make people laugh and feel better. 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me:: I only said I loved you so you would stay (though literally already knew it but worst fear right there) 151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery:: get outta debt. Get my friends outta debt. 152: What do I like about myself:: people say I'm sunshine. I like that. 153: My closest Tumblr friend:: @ferskendag and @tenerife-lucy 154: Something I fantasise about:: being happy with someone I care about, being financially stable while doing my dream job and traveling the world. 155: Any question you’d like? Do you know the muffin man?

[agentscullder]

Just gonna fill em out cause you fuckers never send me shit

vaguely nsfw asks

1. Are looks important in a relationship? I mean realistically yes? We’re all attracted to different features

2. Are relationships ever worth it? Yes

3. Are you a virgin? No

4. Are you in a relationship? I am not

5. Are you in love? I am

6. Are you single this year? Yes

7. Can you commit to one person? Of course

8. Describe your crush: She’s a punk rock chick that loves Disney

9. Describe your perfect mate: Someone who will stand up for herself, be outspoken and have an opinion. Sassy and sarcastic 

10. Do you believe in love at first sight? I do 

11. Do you ever want to get married? At the moment no

12. Do you forgive betrayal? Depends on if the person is willing to prove they deserve to be forgiven 

13. Do you get jealous easily? Not so much jealous of my partner, but if someone if making an attempt to get at them I’ll get annoyed 

14. Do you have a crush on anyone? I do

15. Do you have any piercings? I do not

16. Do you have any tattoos? I have a lot 

17. Do you like kissing in public? Simple kissing yes, not making out. 

20. Do you shower every day? Yes

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you? She says she does, but she also falls off the face of the earth for months at a time so I don’t fucking know 

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? I honestly doubt it, but that would be rad 

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? Stupid fucking question. Yes

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? No idea

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year? I’m ready to try again

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? Yes

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you? No

28. Have you ever been cheated on? Yes I have

29. Have you ever cheated on someone? Yes I have. After all of my shit talking above, I have. I was young, it was the worst mistake I’ve ever made and it is one I will never make again. Honesty is important. If something isn’t right I need to talk about it

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body? Yes. My nose 

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl? Yes

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love? I can say at the moment, but it isn’t love. I just have strong feelings for someone 

33. Have you ever had sex with a man? No

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman? Yes

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you? Yes

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends? When I was going through a difficult time my emotions were all over the place and I thought I caught feelings for a friend. I even told her. Cool thing is we’re still super close

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? In high school

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? Yes

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? Currently

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone? I’m a musician, I’ve written a lot 

41. Have you had sex so far this year? No

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander? It depends on if she wants my hands to wander or not. 

43. How long was your longest relationship? Ten years 

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? Several

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013? One

46. How many times did you have sex last year? I didn’t

47. How old are you? 30

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? It would hurt, but of course I’d want them to be happy

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her? Everyone is different, but I tend to like bad attitudes 

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept? If I could see my first true love again nothing else wold matter

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for? Yes

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why? I was really into a girl a long time ago but she played too many games so I set my feelings aside and stopped talking to her 

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? No

54. Is there someone you will never forget? Yes. My Fiancee that passed away February 2017

55. Share a relationship story. Those memories are for me

56. State 8 facts about your body: I’m 5′11, chubster, I have several tattoos, I have medium hair that I’m letting grow, I have a beard, I have a gnarly scar on my right inner ankle, Brown eyes, soft for cuddles

57. Things you want to say to an ex: I’m glad you’re doing well

58. What are five ways to win your heart? Understand that I have very low self esteem, Make me laugh, Be honest, Be a team player, Be yourself

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!) Check my avatar

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners? I was 3 years younger 

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone? Sense of humor and sarcasm 

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? Make me laugh and be a jerk 

63. What is your definition of “having sex”? When the penis enters the birth canal 

64. What is your definition of cheating? Flirting, physical contact, anything you know you shouldn’t be doing 

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine? I love to eat pussy. Like, I love that shit. 

66. What is your favourite roleplay? Never done it 

67. What is your idea of the perfect date? I’m old school, for a first date I like the dinner and a movie thing 

68. What is your sexual orientation? Straight 

69. What turns you off? Racism, homophobia, being religious

70. What turns you on? Being funny, sarcastic, being kinda mean and jerky, dorky, honest, being straight forward

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream? Fuck I don’t remember 

72. What words do you like to hear during sex? Anything that lets me know she’s having a good time 

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you? Hold me while I’m having a panic attack haha 

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for? Dyed hair I guess

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you? Home made birthday cards and a Matt Skiba gift set 

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone? I’m a romantic, I don’t have time to list all that 

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships? Doesn’t matter. As long as both are legal. Don’t be a creep

78. What’s your dirtiest secret? I don’t know, man 

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why? It’s been a while 

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them? In person, a little over a year ago. 

81. Who are five people you find attractive? Are we talking celebrities? Eh, let’s just go with that. Bryce Dallas Howard, Winona Ryder, Gal Gadot, Tara Strong, Yvonne Decarlo 

82. Who is the last person you hugged? I think my parents when I went to visit them 

83. Who was your first kiss with? My high school girlfriend 

84. Why did your last relationship fail? It didn’t fail, just ended because she passed away 

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet? Yes