#paul’s wide eyes will never not be funny

[javelinbk]

John Lennon and Paul McCartney on their way to Slough, 5th November 1963 - part 4 (part 1, part 2, part 3) (x)

[moeblob]

There was a post I saw about someone who mutually ghosted a guy after a date and kept matching with him and they're not interested but it's the longest "relationship" the person had been in at that point and I'm like. Karen would mutually ghost someone.

She doesn't really tell Brent/Right/Evelyn/Chris his name (he has a double first name, Patrick is not his last name) and just refers to him as "My Guy". Like "Ah damn, My Guy matched again. End my suffering." And when she tries to explain it to Right who does NOT understand how it's different, her logical answer is "it's my God given right to ghost a polite man!"

Also I just imagine her confiding in Paul about Rick and he's like "is his name Patrick" and she's like "kinda". And after that, Paul calls him "Pattycakes" cause he's never even seen the guy so why not give him a funny little nickname. He's allowed to do so at this point probably.

[findmeinforks]

Stay - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

Happy 2024! I honestly didn't know what to call this, but I just kept writing and now I'll probably need a part 2 🙃 enjoy 💕 2.8K words

"You have no idea how excited I am. I mean just how long have I been begging you to come live with me?" Emily grinned into the phone that was tucked between her shoulder and ear. She paced the kitchen while whisking a bowl of brownie mix, mindlessly chatting away.

"I must warn you though that the house does get chaotic. But the boys are pretty good about keeping up after themselves," she said while swatting away Embry's hand that almost made a dip in the bowl. He put his hands up in self defense as she rolled her eyes.

"Sounds great. Sam will pick you up at the airport tomorrow at noon. Let me know if you need anything else, and have a safe flight. I love you!" She she set the bowl on the counter, hanging up the phone.

"Was that Y/N? She's moving in tomorrow?" Quil questioned from the table with a mouth full of chips.

"Yes, and I trust that you boys will be on your best behavior in welcoming her..." Emily raised her eyebrow as she pointed a dripping whisk of batter at all the men now surrounding the kitchen.

"Depends, is she hot?" Embry snickered as he sat down.

"Oh....she is." Quil emphasized with wide eyes.

"Get it Embry!" Paul snorted as he clapped him on the back, reaching over into Quil's bag of chips.

"They WILL be on their best behavior. And no one will be 'getting' shit." The booming voice of Sam emerged behind Emily, wrapping his arms around her torso.

He reached his head over her shoulder as she let him lick what was left on the whisk, earning a disgusted "Seriously?" from Quil.

"Hey, but what if she's my imprint??" Embry held his up his finger to argue.

"You know that would be a different story...but we know already she isn't Quil's" Sam smirked at the youngest pack members now disappointed face.

"You guys are kidding right? I've seen pictures. Shes insanely out of all your leagues." Jacob quipped as he strolled to the living room.

"Anything is better than my crushes newborn infant..." Embry muttered under his breath, making all the boys cower in laughter.

"Oh yeah? You wanna say that again?" Jacob challenged.

Sam walked around in between them, looking from side to side at them both.

"THIS is what Emily is talking about. Keep the fights outside boys. I mean it. Just because Y/N knows about the pack doesn't mean she won't get scared if you clowns nearly phase in the kitchen. Are we clear?"

The two reluctantly nodded, Jacob sulking away to the living room.

"But come on, that was kinda funny.." Embry whispered, making the other boys giggle.

Paul shook his head with a smile at his little brother, leaving the room to shower before dinner.

-

There was something about the conversation that stuck with Paul throughout the night. Since Sam had met Emily, all of his brothers wanted imprints. They all saw what it was like to have one up close, and craved it desperately. He grimaced at the thought. The idea of a "soulmate" sounded ridiculous to Paul.

The problem wasn't that he didn't believe in it. Anybody could see the intense love that imprints had for one another, their bond growing with them until old age.

But Paul was not familiar with the term love. He never did get to see the love between his father and mother. She had been his imprint, but passed long before Paul could remember much about her. He watched his father struggle emotionally, never being able to get through the grief of her loss. Sure, he raised Paul as best he could, but deep down it was his mother that would have filled the void in their quiet house.

Things did get a little brighter when Paul joined the pack. For the first time he truly felt like he was part of a real family. He came home to hot meals, genuine laughter, and lively conversation. Not only had he gained a group of brothers, but ones with unwavering loyalty. None of them ever strayed away when Paul lost control of his temper, and were the first ones to help him learn to control it.

Maybe that was the reason he never looked for anything serious when it came to women. What was the point? One little outburst and they were out the door quicker than they had come in. He didn't allow himself to feel anything for them, because they'd end up leaving, and he was saving himself the heart break anyways.

Paul lay awake that night certain about one thing, he didn't need an imprint.

-

You inhaled the crisp fall air. Smiling wide as you looked up the steps to the new home awaiting you, the patio adorned in different flowers and cutesy outdoor decor.

"Oh Em it's just how I remember. You always make it look so cozy," you said as you squeezed the arm of your cousin beside you.

She returned your same smile.

"You're too sweet. I just can't believe you're really here. Come on, I'll introduce you to the boys."

You followed her up the steps, walking through the door to the warm smell of baked goods, no doubt that Emily had been up all night. You chuckled to yourself as you remember how she would go overboard on food whenever she was excited about something and couldn't sleep.

What you weren't used to, however, was being greeted by the several shirtless men. All incredibly in shape with tattoos on their arms, you might have been intimidated if it weren't for their cheesy smiles.

Emily gestured to each of them,

"You remember Quil, and that's Embry, Jacob, Seth, andddd well," she looked around puzzled for a moment. "I guess I'll introduce you to Paul whenever he comes around."

You waved at Quil and shook the other's hands.

There must have been some sort of inside joke, because as you finished with introductions you saw Sam laugh while they collectively let out a small sigh.

You don't think you were meant to hear it, but you caught Sam whisper at Embry,

"Better luck next time kid."

Emily didn't make a big deal of whatever it was, guiding you to your room.

After you got settled in, you found yourself strolling the hallway, looking over all the framed pictures on the wall. You had been over the moon when Emily had found Sam. You've never seen her so happy before, and you could tell he looked at her in the exact same way.

Not paying attention when the bathroom door opened, you collided with a large bare chest that stepped into the hall.

You gasped as two strong arms to match caught you before you fell, luckily, and you embarrassingly faced the one man you of course had no former introduction with.

"I am so, so sorry. I-"

"No no it's fine, are you-"

Both of you started and stopped mid sentence. Your attention had been captured when you two locked eyes. It was like you had been anchored to the floor by them. This warm, fuzzy energy had your entire body buzzing. It was so silent that you could hear your own blood flow in your ears. You furrowed your eyebrows in the haze. What the hell...

"ARE YOU SHITTING ME??"

A loud voice cut through the trance and you flinched at the abrupt sound. The man held you slightly tighter for a moment, as if he was about to protect you from whatever had interrupted you both in this hypnotic state.

Turning around so you both could see that the voice had been Embry, the man looked back and quickly dropped his arms, as if he just realized he had been holding you that whole time.

An unfamiliar emptiness lingered when he let go. He quickly averted his gaze, mumbling another apology before brushing past you, into a room, shutting the door.

-

His imprint. Right there. In the hallway of his own home.

Paul couldn't breathe.

He sat on the edge of his bed, nervously running his hands through his hair in a panic.

You were beautiful.

Breathtaking.

Your smell was intoxicating and your skin was so, so very soft. Your voice sounded like an angel. Your hair-

No.

No, he couldn't let himself think like this. He didn't need an imprint. Didn't even want one in the first place.

Was this some kind of sick joke the universe was playing on him? This girl could have anyone she wants. Why him?

Emily's call for dinner had him taking deep breaths. He could do this. They could live amongst eachother and not have to talk. There's ton of people in this house, it would be rare that the two of them would ever be alone. Right? Right. He could do this.

He walked into the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. Wake up. It's just some girl. No different than the many that he had been with. Hell, if he could have sex with someone and never think of them again, he could do it. They had barely exchanged a sentence. Barely touched. He would be fine.

-

You sat down at the table, trying to behave as normal as possible. What happened in the hall was nothing. Whiplash. Yes, it was probably the whiplash from running into him. The poor guy seemed shy, and he was most likely just as shook up as you. It was a small accident and nothing more. He certainly didn't seem angry or upset, just caught off guard.

But wow....was he handsome. Certainly more attractive than any lousy guy you'd ever been with. He had this aroma of sandalwood and forest that was enchanting.

Okay, slow down Y/N. Let's not walk in on the first day and jump on some guy. After all, you two are going to be living together. Maybe don't make him uncomfortable in his own home. You shook your head to yourself. Just forget about the whole thing and it will be fine.

Luckily, Emily had started conversations around the table, easily able to take your mind elsewhere.

That was, until he came in the room. There was a beat of silence when he entered, the other boys seeming to look at him like they were anticipating something. When he didn't make a sound or even look up to anyone, slumping at the table and taking a plate, the conversations arose again.

Dinner was excellent as usual for Emily's cooking, and besides your beating heart constantly begging you to look at the man near the end of the table, it was almost normal.

It was when Emily put delicious brownies on the table, that it took a turn for the worse.

"I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU AGAIN. SHUT THE FUCK ALONE ABOUT IT" Everyone's head turned to the angry voice. It was him. He was so visibly upset that he was shaking, staring daggers at Embry beside him. Slamming his fists on the table as he stood up, you let an audible gasp slip.

That's when he looked at you for the second time that night. It was a far reach, but somehow you saw his eyes soften. The crinkles of anger in his eyebrows vanished, and he swallowed, before bolting out the door. Sam immediately followed, and Emily sighed, reaching out to touch your arm.

"I'm sorry about Paul. He's very.....expressive sometimes."

Paul.

-

"Leave me alone Sam."

Paul sighed through the mind link, his large wolf racing through the trees.

He didn't mean it. He never means it. But Embry would simply not stop talking. First it was meaningless. He asked what imprinting felt like. Paul had shrugged it off as nothing crazy, hoping he'd drop it there. Then, he had asked him if he planned on pursuing the imprint. Of course he told him he wasn't. He didn't need a soulmate. No matter what his instincts told him. But then, Embry had smiled and thanked him, telling him that you were now "fair game".

That had been when he lost it.

He stopped on the edge of a cliff, breathing in the fresh water air. Sam slowly approached his side.

"Embry only said that to get a rise out of you, you know."

Paul scoffed.

"He can do whatever he wants. I don't care about her."

"Oh you don't?" Sam didn't sound so convinced.

"Even if I did, she wouldn't want me. Did you....did you see the look on her face when I yelled?" Paul replayed it over and over. You had looked absolutely frightened.

"There is a reason she was chosen to be your imprint Paul. You don't know Y/N. She is patient, and most of all understanding. If you talked to her-"

"I don't need to talk to her. I am perfectly fine alone. I don't need a woman, and I definitely don't need an imprint."

Sam sighed.

"Paul. You can do what you want. I'm not the type of alpha to force you to love someone. But believe me when I say that I had a dark past. I was also comfortable with being alone. Emily is the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Having a conversation with her doesn't mean there will be wedding bells tomorrow. All I'm saying is you don't know unless you try."

Paul nodded, and Sam left him with his thoughts.

-

You stared at the numbers on your phone screen. 2:00am. You huffed in frustration. Your mind had been a constant replay of the events today, your mind spiraling. You had settled on the fact things around here were weird, when you had visited Emily and accidentally caught sight of Sam in wolf form. But this energy couldn't have anything to do with that. Could it?

You decided to make yourself some tea to try and relax. Knowing Emily you knew there had to be some in the kitchen. You tip toed in the dark, your body stiffening as you recognized a familiar muscular back that sat at the kitchen table in a dim light.

You were ready to retreat back to your room when he turned his head around to look at you.

Damn, wolves must have good hearing.

"I was just....going to make some tea.." you pointed to the cabinet awkwardly.

He nodded, looking back down at what appeared to be a cup of coffee.

He couldn't sleep either?

You mindlessly tapped your fingers against the counter as you awaited the kettle, praying that if you stared at it long enough, it would speed up the process.

-

Fuck, was this torture. You were like a goddess, standing there in your pajamas, hair astray and up in a haphazard bun. He imagined walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, soaking in your warmth while he pressed gentle kisses on your neck. He wondered what it sounded like to hear you laugh...

STOP STARING. Say something. Anything. Just. Try.

He cleared his throat. It must have startled you because you quickly turned to face him.

"I'm...sorry. About what you saw earlier. That's not like me. I-Embry, he can get under my skin sometimes," he rubbed the back of his head.

"But that's no excuse. I'm-um, Im Paul, by the way."

He lifted his hand up in an almost wave. Why was he so awkward? He was never this way with women.

You giggled, and suddenly, he felt like he was in heaven.

"Y/N. And no worries at all, Emily said you can be....'expressive' sometimes."

He chuckled.

"That's one word for it. But I just don't want to scare you off..."

"Well. I think if knowing that you can all turn into a large creatures who can rip me apart and that doesn't scare me away, I think you were okay." You smiled. He could look at that smile forever.

-

He was actually talking to you. Man, was his laugh so perfect. You could talk with him forever.

The kettle screeched, and you reluctantly made your tea.

"Well....I guess I'll see you around, Paul." You took your mug and headed for your room.

-

His name on her tongue. He wanted her to say it again.

"You can stay. If-if you want. I, uh, I don't...know much about you."

You smiled.

"I'd like that."

To be continued......

[whoisneo404]

Hello! First, I wanted to say that you are my favorite Nick writer! And I wanted to know if you could do a Nick x Baker!reader where the reader teaches Nick how to bake! 🤍🫶

Sweet tooth.

Summary: baker reader and Nick have a baking date.

Disclaimer: I don’t know hot to bake lmao, so I’m making thing up. Apologies to the people who do know how to bake): pls don’t murder me.

“Do we really need that much sugar?” Nick asks concerned looking at the bowl in front of us.

“Yes Nick. Have you never baked a cake?”

“I mean… not really, wow that’s a lot.” He says. “And salt… why salt?”

“Nick…”

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop, I was just curious.” He says grabbing the rest of the already measured dry ingredients and putting them in the bowl.

“It’s okay, baking can be… interesting, might be a word to describe it.”

“I don’t care. As long as you keep doing those chocolate cookies. God, I’m hungry now.” He hugs me and kisses my cheek.

“Wait.” I laugh a bit. “I’m mixing the ingredients.”

“You can mix and pay attention to me at the same time.” Nick places another kiss on my cheek.

“We are working here. Go get the eggs and the milk.” I give him a little kiss on his lips and he smiles widely.

“Yes chef!” Nick does a silly army salute and goes search for the things I asked for. When he told me he would love to bake with me I knew it was going to be funny.

---

“Keep mixing it.” I say while checking the temperature of the oven.

“How did you know I wasn’t mixing?” He gasps.

“I couldn’t hear the spoon hitting the bowl.” I turn around and look at him pouting. “Are you tired?” I chuckle as he nods. “Give it too me.” I grab the bowl and the silicone spoon and star mixing it.

“I don’t get it. It’s hard, the batter gets all heavy and hard to stir.” I complain. “But it tastes nice.”

“Did you eat it?” my eyes open widely and he nods.

“I mean, not to brag but we made a great job.”

“Nick, we still have to cook it.” I say.

“I know, and?”

“You ate raw eggs…”

“Ah, don’t worry, it’s the same as cookie dough. I have eaten it so much that my tummy is immune to any disease.”

I laugh as he pats his tummy proudly. “That’s not how that works but okay.”

---

“How long did you say we have to wait?” The cake was sitting in the oven, Nick and I were sitting on the couch.

“About 35 or 40 minutes. Not to long.” I kiss his cheek; his arm is wrapped around me and a random episode of Ru Paul is playing on the TV.

“I can’t wait to decorate it. I bought so many things to make it all pretty and yummy.” He says and starts to list all the things he bought.

“We should make donuts someday.” I suggest.

“YOU KNOW HOW TO DO THAT?!... oh my god I’m gonna marry you.” He kisses my cheek once more.

“I will keep you by my side with all the sweets I make.”

“God, I have the biggest sweet tooth. You have me at your mercy chef.” I laugh and kiss his lips; he still tastes slightly like chocolate batter.

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[makemeactup]

John Lennon x Reader - Calendar

Summary: As their PA, you need to know what they're doing over a free weekend. The only one proving difficult is John — who has a surprise.

A/N: a longer one! Enjoy! Requested by @kuroihinawari!

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Your job was simple. You filled in paperwork, made sure paperwork made it to the band, was signed, and returned promptly. You got them drinks and food when they were recording or waiting for an interview. You even, on the odd occasion, did their laundry. But that wasn't strictly part of your job description.

So, you wondered, why John Lennon had to make your workday as difficult as possible.

If you needed him to sign something, he was nowhere to be found, or he'd argue that he'd already signed it. When he denied a drink or food and you got everyone else something, he'd suddenly ask for some, causing you to have to go back and forth. You had realised that if he wasn't so attractive, you'd have gone mad by now.

It's not like he was never nice to you, though. In fact, you found him to be so incredibly charming and funny that he regularly had your cheeks aching from smiling. Sometimes, when you'd walk in to the room, he'd compliment you and your face would flush. You even received a few small gifts from him, usually for your birthday or after an event of some kind.

But that didn't stop John being... John.

A rare weekend off was coming up, and you had been asked to find out their plans. Ringo had very happily told you that he was staying home, George the same, and Paul said he was going to visit family with the wife. All of these interactions were pleasant, and you left them with a smile on your face.

But John? Not so much. When you asked the first time, he'd told you he was too busy. So, you left and told him you'd ask again later. Which is what you did, scouring the halls to find the elusive man. Ultimately, you found him tucked away in an office space.

You knocked on the door, waiting until he looked up and acknowledged you to enter.

"Hello, Mr. Lennon," You greeted, chirpy as ever in his eyes. For you, it was rather strained. It wasn't because of fear, but rather nerves. He just made youa little nervous.

"Hello," He greeted, cigarette meeting his lips so that he could take a drag. "You've found me, then."

"You didn't make it easy," You lightly joked, and you eased at the smirk tugging at his lips. "I'm just wondering what you're doing over the weekend?"

John peered at you through the circular lenses of his glasses, brows ever so slightly knitted together. It was the beginnings of John's annoyance, you figured. His lingering smile said otherwise.

"What are you doing this weekend?" He challenged, eyeing you expectantly.

That caught you off guard. Nobody had asked you yet, and the thought of the depressing weekend coming up was almost soul crushing. It was your birthday. You had no plans, and nobody to spend it with. Honestly, it embarrassed you greatly to have to admit to one of the most famous men in the world that you were alone on such a day.

"It's my birthday," You answered simply.

"Party then?"

"No. I'll be on... on my own, Mr. Lennon," You spoke so quietly, you wondered if he'd heard you.

But he did, and his brows arched and eyes briefly grew wide. His eyes lapped you up from head to toe, as if deciphering if you were being genuine. Upon realising that, yes, you were, his head tilted. And you swore you wanted to sink into the carpet the moment a hint of pity filled his gaze.

"How come?"

"I think it's pretty self explanatory," You gave a pathetic laugh, trying to play it off. "I don't have anyone to celebrate with."

John grew quiet then, eyes fixating onto the cigarette in his hand. The air grew thick with something other than pity, borderline suffocating. It was heavy, weighed you down like you were wearing metal shoes. You felt unable to move, unsure if whatever the silence was filled with was worth ruining.

But you had to. It was your job, after all.

"So, what's your plans, Mr. Lennon?"

"Come back to me," He dismissed once again, offering a smile unlike the last time he'd dismissed you earlier that day. "I promise I'll have it then."

"Okay. I'll see you later then, Mr. Lennon—"

"—John. You can call me John, love."

Your cheeks grew warm, the telltale sign of your blush as your lips tried to part into a grin. But you willed your body to calm down, that you should be used to this by now.

"I'll speak to you later, John."

"I'll be seeing you later," He nodded, watching as you left.

The rest of the day was uneventful; Ringo lost his sunglasses, so you scoured the dressing room to find them, Paul couldn't find his spare guitar strings, and George... George was fine, actually. Polite as always. But John was quieter than usual, a fact commented on by his bandmates and noticed in the lack of voices.

You thought very little of it, popping in and out to do your duties. You were passing time, watching the clock until the end of the day.

The moment the clock struck, you were on the prowl for John. Nobody knew where he was, and you were very quickly at your wit's end. Eventually, after your fifth circle of the building, you decided to just ask tomorrow. It was cutting it fine, really, but better then than never, right?

You collected your things, bid farewell to your colleagues (the boys included), and headed out to your car. You searched for your pack of cigarettes as you walked out of the main door, retrieving one to slip between your lips. As you looked up, your brows furrowed at the mass leaning against your car.

As you came nearer, you recognised the shadow as John. With a cigarette on the go and smile wide, he offered a flame out to you before you could question him. Offering a thankful smile of your own, you allowed him to light you up.

"I was looking for you, you know," You announced finally, hesitantly meeting his gaze.

And when you did, you swore your heart stopped. He was piercing into you, swallowing you whole. If not for your denial of anything happening between you two, you would've swore there was desire in his eyes.

He gasped at your words, a hand raising to cover his mouth. "Have I been a bad boy?"

"No," You giggled. You swore you never giggled until you met John. "It's about your plans for the weekend."

"Well, (Y/N), that depends," John said it so casually that you almost missed what he said. You watched with furrowed brows as he took a final drag of his cigarette and dropped it to the floor.

"On?" You felt stupid to ask, thinking you were walking into another mischievous John joke.

"If I can join you for your birthday."

He flashed teeth as he watched your expression cycle through many; surprised, confused, happy, and ending with cautious.

"Excuse me, John?" You managed without stuttering, heart pounding loud in your ears and making you struggle for breath.

"Well, I was wondering if I'd be able t' join you for your birthday," He reiterated, speaking a little clearer to gently make fun.

"...why? I'm sure you've got better things to be doing," You dropped your cigarette, not wanting it anymore, and instead began playing with your fingers. A nervous habit that John noticed right away.

"To be honest with you, I have no plans for the weekend. And seeing as it's your birthday, I thought I'd make a plan with you," His smile turned a little bit softer, more genuine. "Two attractive people, some tea, and a nice evening to finish it off."

All you got from that was the fact he had called you attractive. John Lennon thought that you were attractive. A part of you wanted to dance, or scream, or do something. But all you could do was stand there, blushing, eyes wide.

"You think I'm attractive?"

Why did you ask that? Your entire internal self was cringing into itself. You watched as he gave a short laugh and a nod, reaching out to take your hand in his.

"I think you're stunnin'," He bought your hand to his lips, leaving a kiss on the back. "And I'd love to spend your birthday with you."

"Yeah... yeah, okay," You nodded, cradling your hand to your chest when he let go. You gave him a warming smile, one that had his heart stopping this time. "I'll give you my address tomorrow, if you'd like?"

"Sounds good t' me!" He pushed off of your car, approaching you with a smirk. He leaned in, and your heart skipped a beat as you thought he'd kiss you, but instead his lips found your ear, "I've been waiting to spend some time with you."

And with that, he bid you farewell and began walking over to his car. It was only after a cool breeze hit you did you spin on your heels to face him again.

"John!" You called out, making him turn to you as well. "I think you're attractive, too!"

John offered a wave, walking backwards, "I know!"

[prettypinkporkchop]

Can u do a pt2 of the Seth one where the reader is aggressively affectionate I thought it was cute how he loved it

https://www.tumblr.com/prettypinkporkchop/761006086156369920/can-i-request-seth-x-reader-who-getting-the-worst?source=share

part 2

Cuteness aggression

Seth comes up behind you as you dig through the backseat of his truck. You're trying to grab Sam's birthday present. He wanted his birthday at the beach, which is no surprise. He chooses to do it there every year.

You feel a hand pop your ass. "Eek! Seth." You giggle and turn to face him. He wastes no time grabbing your waist and placing you in the seat. He stands above you and smirks. You wrap your legs around him, and he leans down to kiss you. You softly push him away, laughing. "Baby, we can't do this right now!" Your voice squeaks. He chuckles and places a kiss on your cheek before grabbing your waist and pulling you down so your feet are back on the ground.

You absolutely LOVE when he grabs on you like that. You stare at the hotness that's towering above you. He reaches over behind you and pulls out the green gift bag. He raises his eyebrow, putting it in your fingers. "Got it." He says and then walks away.

He walks back to the sand, and you follow him. "That was a quick quickie." Paul shoves Seth playfully. Seth rolls his eyes.

"Shut it." He laughs.

You place the bag on the table that's set up. Emily is cutting the cake into pieces already. Sam hates when everyone sings happy birthday. He thinks it's awkward. "Need help, Emily?" You watch her. She licks a finger as icing gets on it.

"No, baby." She smiles at you.

"Yes, ma'am." You smile back and walk over to Seth. He's sitting in the sand along with his alpha, Jake. He looks up at you and smiles wide, biting his lip. You plop on his lap and kiss all over his face.

"Not again. I'm scared." Jacob laughs.

You bite Seth's cheek. "God, I'm going to eat you. I'm going to chop you into pieces and eat you." You squeeze his face and press your face into his cheek. This makes him blush and giggle.

His arms wrap around your waist. "Oh, my sweet killer." He mumbles.

Leah walks over and sits next to you. "Is she starting this shit again?" She asks Seth. Seth is too occupied with your small bites and squeezes and squealing. Jacob leans down to look over at Leah. He nods his head at her.

A clap catches your attention, and you see Emily standing up. "Okay, everyone! Presents!" She yells.

The pack boys and imprints gather around while Sam sits down on the chair. Emily leans over toward the table and grabs the first present. She does this until every present is open. After that, Sam thanks everyone for every gift. Cake has been passed around.

"So, Y/n? Any more plans on ways to kill Seth?" Embry asks with a mouthful of chocolate cake.

"First off, close your mouth, nasty ass. Second off, I could never hurt my Seth." You kiss Seth's cheek.

"She's too sweet, guys." Seth vouches for you. You grab his chin aggressively and kiss his nose.

"I'm actually going to scream in your ear if you don't fucking stop being so fucking cute. AHH!" You growl and then go right back to your cake.

"Jesus Christ." You hear Kim laughs behind you.

You turn your head to see Sam already has on the slippers you guys bought him. He's also wearing the shirt with Emily's face on it. How stinkin' funny!

After the party, you and Seth get home. The shower is calling your name. You take a quick shower, and Seth goes in after you. You get dressed in your cutest pajama set and wait for him in the bed.

Seth comes in. His sweats are low on his waist. His abs and muscles are prominent. His hair is wet, and he runs his fingers through the strands. You reach over and grab the waistband of his black sweats and pull him down on the bed. He hovers on top of you. You push his hair behind his ears and hold his face.

"May I go down on you?" You ask.

He blushes and starts laughing. "Do you even have to ask, my love?"

His eyes are crinkled due to his smiling. You growl and pull him onto your chest, making sure to hold his face in between your breasts. "You're too much, babe. I'm going to fucking bite your whole body in one bite!"

His head lifts up so his eyes meet yours. "I love you." He says.

"I love you, my cutie." You kiss him.

The kiss begins to rougher up. Next thing you know, you're on top of him, lowering down, leaving bite marks all over his stomach. They quickly fade and do nothing to him. But that's perfect that it takes too much to hurt him.

[demigodsanswer]

(An AU of an AU -- how Annabeth's life could have gone differently if there were just a few changes)

In the middle of September, Annabeth missed pas de deux class .

Percy and Annabeth had danced together for the first three weeks of the year, practicing until her weight and balance were completely familiar to him. 

Annabeth was the best one in their class without a doubt. During the final workshop performance at the end of last term, she’d been cast as the Russian Girl in Serenade. She’d done such an amazing job that everyone thought she might be pulled into the company at fifteen. But Chiron had asked her to come back this year. 

And Percy was glad he did. He finally got to dance with her. She was so strong, and so smart; she really helped Percy improve his partnering work. 

Before dancing with her, Percy thought she was as serious as she was pretty, which is to say … very. But Percy was sure he could make her laugh. 

He spotted Pride and Prejudice in her dance bag. 

“English class?” He asked, pointing to it. “Or just for fun?” 

“English class, but I know the story. My dad showed me the BBC version when I was little, and it was my favorite,” she said, her eyes wide and sparkling, the same way they looked when she danced. 

“You’re a bit old fashioned, then?” Percy asked. 

She shrugged. “Maybe a little, but besides the ballet and the Jane Austin, not really. I like having basic human rights, and stuff.” 

 “My last girlfriend left me because she said I was too old fashioned,” Annabeth raised an eyebrow. Percy said the next part of his joke with a phooey British accent, somewhere between Lady Diana and Burt from Mary Poppins. “But I bet you one shilling she returns by nightfall.” 

Annabeth blurted out a laugh that got some heads to turn their way. She covered her mouth with her hands, but kept giggling behind them. 

“Oh, I don’t know what was worse, the joke or your accent,” she said. 

“Made you laugh, though,” Percy said with a smug smile. 

“Where did you hear that joke?” She asked. 

“My step-dad. He and my mom just had a baby, so, as step-son I’ve become his unwilling dad joke test subject,” Percy explained. “Got to find the good ones before she can form memories.” 

Annabeth gave him a look of obviously faux-annoyance. “Well, and now you’ve gone and roped me into it.” 

“Sorry,” Percy said, “is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” 

Annabeth thought for a minute and then said, “Just tell your stepdad that the old fashioned joke is very funny.” 

“Oh, don’t encourage him,” Percy said. Annabeth laughed again, and Percy realized he’d do just about anything to keep making her laugh. 

That had been two weeks ago. He’d made her laugh maybe half a dozen times since then, no thanks to Paul’s other dad jokes. He was pretty sure they were actually friends. 

Still, he tried to push any thoughts of a crush on her out of his mind; he didn’t have time for that, and she’d never be interested in him. 

But he couldn’t help but look forward to every pas class. 

“Percy, you’ll be with Rachel today,” the teacher told him. Rachel walked over to him. 

“Where’s Annabeth?” He asked after class. 

"She crunched her foot during petit allegro this morning," Rachel said.

"She's out?" Percy asked. 

"Probably. Something tore. You could hear it across the room."

Percy shivered at the thought. He hoped she was okay.

~

The next day, Annabeth was sitting at the back of the class, her foot in a boot. Being injured didn't give you an excuse to miss class. You still needed to sit there and watch. Percy had a minor foot injury last year that kept him out for three weeks. It had been hell. And he could see it on Annabeth's face: she wasn't happy.

After class, Percy snuck to the back of the room.

"Hey," he said to her, picking up her bag as she maneuvered her crutches, "how are you doing?"

She shrugged. "Tore some ligaments," was her only answer. They headed out the door, her bag over Percy’s shoulder as they headed to her next class. 

"How long do they think ..." Percy started. 

"Over a month at least,” he could hear the sadness in her voice, “but they don't think it needs surgery," she said.

"That's good!" He said, trying to make his voice sound cheery so she might look on the bright side with him. 

"Yeah," she agreed half-heartedly as they hobbled to their next class.

~

Annabeth was still stuck in her chair a month later. Percy had started texting her a new dad joke every day, and while only 20% made her laugh, 100% of them made her smile. She was worried he’d stop talking to her once they weren’t dancing, but she’d summoned her courage to give him her number once she was injured, hoping that he might text her. 

He had, almost right away. Her heart fluttered every time he messaged her, and it almost made her forget about her stupid ankle. 

PERCY:

orion's belt is a huge waist of space

get it? like a waist?

ANNABETH

It's not a great joke.

I'll give it three stars

She was doing her best to pay attention in class, but being confined to a chair made her ADHD act up. She could pick up choreography and technique quickly when she was on her feet. But being on her feet was prohibited right now. 

And then, Chiron rolled into class and sat next to her. Annabeth's heart raced. He was always around the school, scoping out new apprentices, but she hadn't spent much time with him one-on-one. She tried to be casual, mature, and professional.

"How long have you been out?" He asked her after a minute of silence. 

"A month," Annabeth said.

She could see the frustrated disappointment clear on Chiron's face.

"Well you rest up, okay?" He said. That was all he said to her. He sat and watched for a few more minutes, before leaving without another word to her or anyone else..

The next day, word went around that four girls and one boy had been taken into the company for Nutcracker. Annabeth wasn’t one of them. 

~

There was a spot at the top of a stairwell that purported to have roof access, but that door was always locked. So someone could sit at the top of the stairs on the landing by the door to the roof, and cry without anyone ever finding them. It was one of Annabeth's favorite spots.

Annabeth struggled up the stairs, grateful to finally sit down and sob when she reached the top. Chiron wanted to put her in the company, that's why he was interested in her injury. And she missed it. All because of her stupid, stupid ankle.

She heard the door to the stairwell open, and she tried to quiet her crying while whoever it was made their way down the stairs. But the footsteps were coming up. She wiped her eyes, but she knew it was hopeless. If someone found her, there'd be no excuse for what she'd been doing except I was crying my eyes out and throwing a pity party.

A familiar mop of black hair came up the stairs, and Annabeth felt herself relax. Percy was nice, so much nicer than most of the boys she knew. When he said: "Annabeth? Are you alright?" She knew he really cared about the answer. And when she shook her head and started to cry again, he just sat next to her on the stairs and gave her a hug.

When Annabeth was starting to feel all cried out, she pulled back.

"Thanks," she said, "I'm sorry, it's just," she gestured at her ankle.

"That's gotta be tough," he said.

"I think Chiron wanted me for Nutcracker, but I can't do it," she said, tears starting again.

"It's alright," he said, taking her hand. "You're going to have so many Nutcrackers in your life."

"But what if I missed my chance completely?" She asked.

"I doubt it. You're the best dancer here," Percy said.

Annabeth smiled. "Thanks."

"Want to get pizza or something? I'm starving." 

Annabeth rarely got to eat pizza. Especially now that she was injured, she shouldn’t eat something so fattening when she couldn’t work it off. But she was pretty sure Percy was asking her out on a date. And so, before she could count calories or anything she just nodded. 

"Sure."

~

Percy bought her a few slices of pizza, and they both reveled in the chance to indulge like regular teenagers. Percy peeled back the paper from his straw, leaving most of the wrapper still on the other end. He put the straw to his mouth and blew, sending the paper sleeve right for Annabeth's face.

It landed in her blonde curls, and she laughed in disbelief. "Oh, it's on," she said, picking up her own straw. She managed to nail Percy right in the eye.

"Alright, uncle, uncle, you win," Percy conceded. 

They talked for two hours, long past when their pizza was gone, and long enough for the guy behind the counter to give them the stink eye. Percy just gave it right back.

“Wow, Virginia? How come you don’t have a Southern accent?” Percy asked. 

“My dad is from Boston, and Richmond is pretty urban. Most people don’t actually have that classic Southern accent where I’m from,” Annabeth explained. And then, she put on her Southern accent. “But my dance teacher was from Alabama, so I can pretend.” The accent made Percy smile, so she kept it up. “This was how I learned ballet. Tombe pas de bourree, and Roll Tide!” Percy laughed. The French sounded ridiculous in the accent. “I had no idea what steps people were talking about when I got here,” Annabeth joked. It wasn’t true. Mostly. 

“It’s better than my British accent,” Percy said. 

“Well, that’s a really low bar,” Annabeth said. 

“I’ll have to watch that fancy Pride and Prejudice show and take notes,” he said. 

“Or count your blessings that you’re in a career where no one has to hear you speak,” she said back. 

“Hey!” He protested with a smile. “I’m stealing your crust for that,” he said, reaching towards her plate. She let him take it, but not without a fight. 

When they were done, he walked her back to her dorm. "Where's yours?" Annabeth asked.

"Oh, I'm from New York, I live a few blocks away with my family," he said.

"That's nice," she said.

"Is your family still in Virginia?" He asked. Annabeth looked sad again.

"For now. But they're moving to San Francisco over Winter break. They're so busy doing that that I'm not even going home. Kind of hoped I might have Nutcrackers to do, but ..."

"I'm sorry," Percy said, before pulling her into a hug. 

Annabeth let her crutches drop to the ground as she wrapped her arms around him. He was warm. When they pulled away, Percy picked up her crutches for her. 

"It's okay, I'll just go see Nutcracker one hundred times," she tried to joke, "and will my foot to heal."

"I believe in you," Percy said.

~

When Percy got home, he asked his mom about inviting a friend for Christmas.

"Would he stay over?" Sally asked.

"She," Percy clarified, "it’s Annabeth."

His mom looked surprised. He was sure he’d talked about Annabeth before. Or maybe that was the surprise, that his crush was coming to Christmas. 

"Oh, would she stay over?"

"I don't know. She lives in the dorms. I don't know what kind of rules they have," Percy said, trying to be chill. 

"Well, the more the merrier. She's always welcome, just let me know," Sally said. “She’d have to stay on the air mattress in the living room,” Sally added. 

“No worries,” Percy said. Sure, he was horny pretty much all the time like any other sixteen year old, but the idea of Annabeth staying in his room made his palms sweat in a bad way. 

Percy went back to his room and gave Annabeth a call. All of their text conversations had mostly been dad jokes, so calling her out of the blue was strange. 

" Percy?" He heard her voice on the other end. " What's up?"

"Hey, I hope this isn't weird. And you don't need to say yes or anything, but you mentioned staying in New York for Christmas. Would you ... want to spend it with my family? Instead of being stuck in the dorms?" He said. 

"... Really?" She sounded hopeful.

"Yeah, my mom said you're totally welcome. You could stay over on Christmas Eve if you're allowed to. Or my step-dad can pick you up. Whatever," he said, trying to sound casual about it.

" Percy that really means so much to me," she sounded like she was going to cry again. " I would love to. "

Percy waited for a "but," but there wasn't one. Percy strutted out into the living room and announced that Annabeth was coming for Christmas.

~

Pizza might have been a date. But taking her to the MoMA to see Starry Night had definitely been a date. The MoMA was free Friday afternoons, so it was perfect for two sixteen year olds, but Percy had paid for their subway ride, and his mom gave him $40 to buy something warm to eat. 

Annabeth was still in her boot, but she was able to actually put weight on her foot now, so she could go around without crutches. Even booted up, she’d kept up with Percy, overtaking him at some points. She pointed out famous paintings and rattled off facts about them. And then she kept going, giving him facts about the building itself, the area, and Rockefeller Center. Percy just listened; his ADHD usually didn’t let him focus for that long, but when Annabeth talked, he wanted to listen. 

Her gray eyes went so wide when she saw Starry Night, and Percy wasn’t afraid to push them both through the crowd of tourists to get to the front. She took out her phone -- a fancy iPhone -- and snapped a picture, while Percy took out his phone -- not a Smart Phone -- and took a picture of her. 

“Did you take a picture of me?” She asked as they moved out of the way. 

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly. “You’re …” really pretty, he almost said. “You look really happy.” 

She nodded. “I am,” she promised. 

~

"That was so cool!" She said as they stepped out into the cold New York winter. There was a week left before break. Annabeth's dad had sent her presents to Percy's house, and Sally had even bought her Christmas pajamas to open on Christmas Eve with everyone else so she would match the family.

"Want to go see the tree?" Percy asked.

"The native New Yorker is willing to brave the tourists for me?" Annabeth asked. Percy shrugged; he'd maybe complained about tourists a little too much.

"Yeah," he said, stepping in front of her. "Hop on?"

She followed his lead and jumped on his back. He carried her the whole five minute walk to the tree.

~

Percy was nervous about something, she could tell. When they got to Rockefeller Center he kept leaning in, then pulling away, grabbing her hand, and then letting it go. Annabeth had a strong suspicion about what he was trying to get the courage to do.

"What's up?" She asked finally. Percy had pulled her to a less crowded spot. It didn't have a great view of the tree, but its rainbow lights were still visible behind him.

Percy ran a hand through his hair, making his dark mop all the messier. Annabeth’s heart raced. 

"I ... uh …” he started, trying not to look at her, “brought you over here to kiss you, and --"

Annabeth didn't let him finish before she leaned in and kissed him first. It was mostly just a peck, but she let it linger for a few seconds. She didn’t know what else she was supposed to do. She’d never kissed anyone before. She hoped it had been okay. When she pulled back they were both smiling like fools.

~ 

Percy had never kissed anyone before, but he was pretty sure that was perfect.

~

Annabeth started back at barre after Christmas break. She still had a few weeks of PT and retraining before she would be back in her pointe shoes, but she was determined not to let her chance in the company pass her by again.

Christmas break had been completely perfect, and had included way more kisses from Percy. They were really going out now. She’d taken him to the movies over break, and back at his apartment, he’d made her cookies and hot chocolate. In between ballet classes, they were attached at the hip. 

But in class, Annabeth worked with a fierce determination, drinking in every word from her coaches, and trying to prove that she wasn’t going to just give up. 

After a few days in class, her ballet masters pulled her aside. Annabeth's heart raced, worried about whatever bad news they were about to give her.

"We want you to know," they started, "at the end of the year, you are going to get your apprenticeship." 

Annabeth's eyes went wide, and her heart beat fast the way it did when Percy kissed her. It had to be a dream, she thought. That wasn't how they gave out apprenticeships in her experience. Students were told at the end of the year, usually all at once. Her heart beat faster as they continued. "Don't tell anyone, but Chiron wants you to know that he is taking you. So just ..." the ballet master gestured down towards her foot, "take it easy. Don't hurt yourself."

Annabeth nodded. "Can I tell my dad?" She asked.

The ballet master smiled. "Yes, of course." 

~

Annabeth asked her roommates for some time alone so she could call her dad. They agreed; Annabeth hardly ever called home. They must have thought something terrible had happened. 

“ Annie ?” Her dad said. “ Is everything okay? ” 

“Yes Daddy,” she promised. And then she choked up. “I --” 

“ Is it your boyfriend? Are you okay?” 

“It’s not Percy,” she promised. Percy had only ever made her cry from laughing. “I got news from Chiron Bruner today,” she said. “He’s going to give me my apprenticeship,” she said, her smile wide, but her voice low in case her roommates were listening at the door. 

“ Really? Annie! That’s wonderful! Are you starting right away?” He asked. 

“No, no. They aren’t making it official until the end of the year. He just wanted me to know so that I didn’t hurt my ankle more,” she said. 

“ He must really want you in the company, then ,” her dad said. 

“I guess so,” she confirmed. 

“ You let me know when your first performance is, sweetheart, and I’ll be there,” he promised. 

“Are you sure?” She asked. “I know it’s a long way from San Francisco.” 

“ Nothing is too far for my favorite girl, ” he said. 

“I’m your only girl,” she reminded him.  

“Still my favorite, ” he promised. “ I love you Annie. Get some good rest, okay?” 

“Love you too, Daddy. I’ll … I’ll call you soon?” She offered. Percy had been encouraging her to reach out to her dad a little more. She’d been trying. Every time they talked, it got a little easier. He only answered the phone with what’s wrong about half the time. And saying “I love you” to him felt more normal than it had in years. 

“ I’d love that. Any time, sweetie .” 

“Bye.” 

“ Bye bye. ” 

~

Annabeth made it two weeks before she told Percy. "You can't tell anyone," she said.

He was hugging her so tight. "I won't, I promise! But once it's official, I'm going to tell everyone in New York."

"Goofball," she said.

"And proud of it!” He let her go, and crawled out onto his fire escape. “My girlfriend is gonna be in the New York City Ballet," he yelled into the air. Annabeth just laughed. So much for waiting until it was official. Not like anyone in New York cared though. 

A moment later, his door opened. Sally was there, wide eyed. “What did he say?” 

So, she’d told a few more people than she was supposed to. But her secret was as safe with the Jackson-Blofis family as it was with the Chase family, she was sure of it.   

~

When Sally learned Annabeth would have to move out of the SAB dorms and into an apartment of her own, she asked: "Will you have a roommate? Another apprentice girl?"

Annabeth shook her head. "My dad is looking for a studio for me, close to the theater."

"You can't live alone in New York at your age," Sally said.

"I'll be alright," Annabeth promised.

Sally took her hand. "Let me talk to your dad, okay?" 

"Sure," Annabeth said, giving Sally his phone number. Annabeth snuck into Percy's room while Sally called her dad. Percy loaded up Mario Kart, she got ready to kick his ass.

Sally was on the phone for a long time, nearly an hour. Finally, there was a knock on Percy's door, a quick come in confirmation, and then Sally was handing Annabeth the phone. Percy paused the game, and she could hear her dad's voice on the other end, still saying things like " I really appreciate it, thank you."

"Hi Daddy," she said.

" Annie ! I talked to Ms. Jackson, she's so nice. She's your boyfriend's mom?"

"Yeah," Annabeth said.

" We agree that you living alone is risky. She's offered to let you stay at her place."

Annabeth looked at Percy, who had his ear close to the phone to hear. "Really?" Annabeth said, excitedly grabbing Percy's knee.

" They are your host family. So you'll have to live there even if you and Percy break up, okay?” Annabeth looked at Percy as if to say like that would happen.  “You won't be in your boyfriend's room either. And there will be rules."

"Okay, okay," Annabeth said.

" But I think this is for the best, if you're comfortable with it."

"I am," she promised.

~

Annabeth's contract didn't start until the Fall, but she moved out of the dorm at the end of the year. She and Percy were doing the SAB summer program together, and in between, they were helping Sally and Paul rearrange the apartment. Annabeth was staying with Estelle, Percy's adorable two-year-old sister, but that meant Percy had to give up his bigger room for Estelle and Annabeth to share. There was a lot of stuff to move.

Fall season was already a dream. Annabeth lived for performing, far preferring long rehearsal days to days in class at SAB. She was in the corps of so many great ballets, and Chiron even had her learning soloist roles as a backup already. Two weeks in and she was giddy.

Her dad had come down for the first week of performances. She had been in the corps of Serenade, one of her favorite ballets, and in the corps of “Emeralds” and “Diamonds” in Jewels. (“Those are some of my favorite ballets,” Percy said, as if Annabeth didn’t know. She was excited to be in them in part because of Percy). 

Percy had managed to charm her dad. He was a perfect gentleman, a little goofy, but just enough to make Annabeth laugh without being over the top. 

“It was great to meet you Percy,” her dad said, as he left for the night. He’d be flying back in the morning. 

“Great to meet you too, Dr. Chase.” 

“Keep Annabeth out of trouble,” her dad said. 

“I’m doing my best,” Percy promised. 

New York City Ballet had a huge repertory, so there was always something new to learn. They were rehearsing Walpurgisnacht now, a ballet with two dozen women and one man. 

 "Are you one of our new apprentices?" A blonde man asked her one day. He was the lead in Walpurgisnacht, she realized.

"I am," she said. "Annabeth," she held out her hand.

"Luke," he said. After rehearsal, he introduced her to a few people, and gave her his phone number in case she ever needed anything.

When she texted him to make sure he had her number in return, he rested a hand on her shoulder. "You're doing a great job," he said. The leotard she was wearing had spaghetti straps, so his hand was against her bare skin, and his thumb rubbed gentle circles on her collarbone.

Annabeth pulled away, a little warry. "Thanks," she said. "But I should go. I have Stars and Stripes. " Luke gave her a mock salute, and Annabeth took off down the hall. That was odd.

~

When Annabeth got home, she and Percy did a second shift of ballet. He told her the things she'd missed in class. She'd never made it to the highest level at SAB, where he was now, so there were still things she had to figure out on her own. But he was able to help her. And she told him things she'd learned in company rehearsals. There were so many little details, tips and tricks they didn't get in the classroom.

Annabeth had watched the Walpurgisnacht pas de deux so many times that day that she and Percy were able to piece together the choreography themselves, practicing in the small ballet studio Paul and Sally had made for Percy (and now Annabeth) in the living room.

On the kitchen table, Annabeth's phone kept buzzing.

"Sweetheart," Sally called, "someone really wants your attention."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Ugh, it's just some guy from the company. He keeps trying to talk to me. I told him I have a boyfriend," she said. Percy kissed the side of her head.

"A company guy?" Sally asked. "Another apprentice?"

Annabeth shook her head. "No, he's a principal. He just got promoted."

"A principal, " Sally asked, horror clear in her voice. "What does he want from you?"

"Who knows," Annabeth shrugged.

Sally handed her the phone. "You don't need to show me, but ... could I see what he's sending you?"

Sally seemed genuinely concerned, so Annabeth unlocked the phone and handed it to her. "You should stay away from him," Sally told her.

"Trust me, I'm trying," Annabeth said.

"If he's making you uncomfortable, you should tell Chiron, or one of the ballet masters," Percy suggested.

Annabeth nodded. "That's a good idea."

Sally was typing something. She handed the phone back to Annabeth before she hit send: This is Annabeth's guardian in New York. She is seventeen . Please leave her alone.

Annabeth hit send. Luke didn't bother her any more after that.

~

An apprentice's first Nutcracker was meant to be 46 shoes of Snow and Flowers. And Annabeth was ready to do that, even though it meant she’d be dancing on her and Percy’s first anniversary. 

But, a few weeks into rehearsal, Chase started to show up in Dew Drop and Sugar Plum rehearsal spaces.

"What does that mean?" She asked Charles Beckendorf. He had a few months on her in the company; he was pulled in last Nutcracker season while she was injured. Chiron had rehearsed them as partners in a few things in the Fall. They never did any of them on stage, but she liked him. He was nice, and they were solid dance partners.

"It means you're learning some Principal roles," he said with a smile.

"Oh my god," Annabeth said.

It was one thing to be a back up during the season when plenty of Principals and Soloists were around. Nutcracker was another thing entirely. It was all hands on deck, and dancers dropped like flies.

She didn't need to learn the choreography. She'd watched the PBS recording of Nutcracker so many times in her life she could dance it in her sleep. And Lee Fletcher was a really experienced partner. ("And how old is this one?" Sally asked. "Twenty-nine, but he's gay, and just really nice, I think.")

They hadn't rehearsed it much. Annabeth didn't expect to actually go on, but --

"Annabeth we need you for Sugarplum tomorrow afternoon," Chiron said. She was still in the big Flower skirt, having just bowed after the night's show.

"What?!" Annabeth said.

"Head to costumes first thing tomorrow morning to get situated. You'll have one more rehearsal with Lee, and then go on at two," he said. "You're going to be fine," he promised. She could see his total trust in her written on his face. Annabeth nodded. She had this.

Chiron was able to find four extra tickets for that show, totally comped so the Jackson-Blofis family could be there, even little Estelle. It would be her first Nutcracker. Annabeth was determined to make it a good show for Stella. A girl’s first Nutcracker was a special thing. 

Annabeth swore she could hear Percy's cheers the loudest when she stepped out in the pink costume.

"If you forget the steps, just make it up," Lee said, comforting her before she took to the stage. "If you forget them in the pas, make it up, and I'll follow you."

But she hadn't forgotten it. She'd been just about perfect. Every muscle in her body knew exactly what to do without thinking about it. The cheers were loud from the audience after her variation, and when she stepped back into the wings, there were congratulations from the other dancers, the stage hands, and the ballet masters. 

Her pas de deux went just about perfect too. Lee was a completely reliable partner. He was good at anticipating her needs, and he knew the ballet inside and out after eleven years of doing it. Even as her lungs burned and her legs ached to get through the coda, Annabeth couldn’t help but smile. Something told her it wouldn’t be her last Sugar Plum or even her last Principal role. 

"Amazing, my dear," Chiron said to her when it was over. "Can you bring the costume back downstairs? We need you on for Snow and Flowers tonight." Annabeth smiled and nodded. 

~

She didn't get home until eleven. Paul picked her up from the theater and gave her a big hug. "We're so proud of you. Don't tell anyone, but I got a video of it. I sent it to your dad. He's devastated he couldn't be here."

"I'll call him tomorrow," Annabeth promised. "Thanks Paul."

There was a short, quiet celebration. Sally and Paul promised something bigger once Nutcracker season was actually over. Annabeth just smiled the whole time.

Annabeth was feeling a little brave. She had too much energy to go to sleep, and she’d hardly gotten to see Percy at all this past month. She missed him. 

Once everyone was asleep, she snuck out of her room and into Percy's. He was still awake too. She wasn't exactly sure what she was planning. They'd done plenty of stuff before, but never ... but she knew Sally kept condoms in his drawer. And Annabeth had started birth control that Fall to keep her periods light and regular now that she was a professional. The two of them had talked about this step a lot, but they hadn’t planned when it would happen. With their schedules, and sharing a space with his whole family, finding time was basically impossible. She didn’t know why they hadn’t considered just waiting until everyone was asleep. 

It didn't last long. But it didn't hurt either. She didn't bleed -- weren't you supposed to bleed? she thought. It felt right . They whispered “I love you,” over and over, until it became a refrain and the words stopped sounding real. When it was over, they were both so tired, especially her, that all they could manage was to fall asleep wrapped up in each other.

Sally caught her leaving his room early the next morning, but she didn't say anything about Annabeth breaking her rules. Sally just rolled her eyes and smiled. 

~

In the Winter, Annabeth and Beckendorf were cast to do the Romeo and Juliet Balcony Scene. First cast. Annabeth beamed, even as other company girls gave her the stink eye. But they couldn't deny that her reviews were immaculate. 

“You two are the perfect Romeo and Juliet,” he told them when the run was over. “Keep it up, and we might just need to stage a full run,” he said. “You know, I’ve always wanted to choreograph my own version …” and then he wheeled off, leaving Annabeth and Beckendorf to stare at each other and wonder: is he going to choreograph something for us? 

~

In the Spring, Chiron called Percy in for his annual meeting. Percy sat nervously, but Chiron and his ballet masters just gave him some things to work on. They told him his partnering skills had really improved, but still needed some work. Percy didn't tell them he'd improved so much because Annabeth was teaching him choreography at night. They also told him that he could be a little more confident. Use his length more. His jumps were good, but work on hitting fifth when you land. And that was it. No word of auditions or apprenticeships. They asked him to do the Summer course again, but nothing else.

He told Annabeth the conversation beat by beat, still dazed, but she was smiling.

"They didn't tell you to audition anywhere else?" She asked.

"No," he said.

"Did they ask you to do another year at the school?"

"Just the Summer course."

"Percy ..."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

One of these days, he'd learn that his girlfriend was literally never wrong. Four days later, he was one of the group of eight of students, six girls, two boys, to be brought into a studio and told they'd been chosen as apprentices for the New York City Ballet.

As happy as she was for him, Annabeth could help but say "I told you so!" first thing.

[imzsuzsis-blog]

"Dude, how much do you eat a day?"

A couple of them smiled at me when I got out of the car with Loki, this time I didn't come by plane but by car, it may have been a long journey, but with my mobile phone switched off, I never talked so much and so much about everything with anyone in my life, it's true that I had to turn it on a couple of times to pay because my card is on it, but whatever there was no shortage of the usual iPhone ringtone to keep ringing and calling me for all kinds of shit.

"I don't eat as much with it as I used to."

"Nana Lando."

"Hey, Loki, at least not now, please."

"Puppy eyes are still effective."

"Loki, stop, I really should have gone to DR Yin today, but I couldn't."

"Your little baby is so cute, my heart is good for you, your pregnancy is happier."

"Who is pregnant?"

"My cousin."

"Yes, I understand, but did I see that you were with a guy? This will be the bombshell news, Lando Norris is secretly dating a guy."

"Shut up Zak, your love life is also crap, you f2 fool."

"Blah, it's still bad, you f1 bastard, if it comes out and who gets it, because this is Italy and it's the hotbed of gossip magazines, so you'll be on the front pages everywhere, not just here, Marca and all over England."

,,Go to hell!!!!!!!"

Crying, I got back into the car, closed the door on myself and started shaking while lying on my side.

"Come out, he's gone."

"He's not a dick!"

"Come on, it's okay, it's really not here."

"Even then, I'm not afraid of gossip and the fact that half the field will gossip about me, that is, about us."

"It's stupid, Lando they don't do it, they're not like that."

I caressed him face, he still trembles, no matter how quickly I looked for a bag and her breakfast came out immediately, I kissed him, the doctor worriedly told me to keep an eye on him, he doesn't have any sudden vomiting again.

"I can't stand it if a scumbag kid from nowhere tells me when I'm coming out, let them all die!!!!"

Screaming and sobbing, sitting on the seat, he buried his face in his hands, I knelt down in front of him and caressed his back and I could still vomit, he had quite a panic attack, it happened a few days ago at the competition, I could hardly stand him, finally his brother was there and he called the mother, who is him neurologist, and within a few hours we knew what the situation was and what needed to be done. They said to somehow avoid the unwanted elements, take them to a quiet place and then secretly take them home and lay them down to sleep.

"Calm down, calm down, you're just having a panic attack." Air in and out great.”

I've seen worse from him, but again I grabbed the back of his neck from behind, we pressed our foreheads together, his eyes were wide and he was still shaking, he clenched his hands together with his lower arms in front of him into fists, I knew he was afraid at this time, he just needed to calm down.

"The monster boy is already gone, look."

,,No!!!! The monster boy is still here!!! I am afraid of him!!!!"

"Kids, Lando is gone, haven't you seen him?"

,,No!"

"Paul, that wasn't funny."

"It's good in the parking lot, you fight with Zak, but Zak didn't know the truth, he said that the newspaper would be full of rumors about Lando, but that's not the case."

"How can someone be such a big dick."

"I don't know, Zak isn't like that, especially if they talk back to him saying that his love life is crap, which isn't true, his partner just won't bring him out here."

"Thanks for telling me, I'll go out to the parking lot and look for him and Loki."

I cut off my bag in front of the headquarters and ran out to where Lando was burping, shaking on Loki's shoulder, maybe he should have used harsher words, Zak terrorized him and is going to pack up because of a guy he saw next to him, Loki is no more than Martin and we know that, and Lando is very it's better with Martin, all the little secrets are told to him by his good friends.

"Loki, this was mental terror that the guy did, he wants and will spit for good money, but then they forget."

"To hell with them all."

"Lando, Lando, look at me, the bastard is terrorizing you, don't leave yourself anywhere you can, talk back to him in the press."

"No, it won't work, I'm sorry, in the latter years, many people will tell me because my belly is growing, but not kindly, but rudely,"

Kika began. I collapsed between the two of them, trembling, and we started walking.

,,She continued after I told her that I was gay, she laughed at me even more and said that a Formula 1 driver only likes girls and my boyfriend shows it, well here I saw that he and Pierre were on the verge of breaking up, I called Pierre over and I told him everything and I can only hope that he will tolerate this homo and transphobic girl."

"Just one sentence, you don't smell like cigarettes."

"DR Yin spoke to me."

,,Jesus! Lando!”

No matter how many boyfriends I had, I rushed over to help and took over from Loki.

"Leave it to me."

"Mental terror is the work of a dick."

"There you go? Oscar, I can't believe this, he's a Formula 3 guy who wants to be a star."

"He's in Formula 2 and he just wanted to start with a big one."

"But he's a bastard."

,,Puppy!!!"'

,,Lando don't..."

,,Our name is Leo."

Charles smiled at us and let him pet him. Lando also seemed to be a little happier.

"Lando, call Charles Pope Charles and Pope Leo."

,,Pope."

We held our foreheads with our palms, Lando was so hot now, instead of coming into his box with us, he wanted a dog.

"He was a dog, but he was still a dog."

He moaned and meowed along beside us, he had to see Leo's dog.

"When... Let's go... One of the pilots wants a dog."

"Lando, stop it, you'll have a dog or some other kind of pet or animal that your child wants."

"Stop, stop child? who is pregnant?”

I froze in a minute, I was hoping that it was just a permanent reception, Lando boy.

"Me, what's wrong?"

"But you're a boy, aren't you?"

He shook his head and licked his mouth.

"Technically, I'm a girl and I have a boy, I have a uterus and a vagina, but I was born a girl..."

"Please don't continue, I've solved it, you're intersex and a transsexual man."

He was still licking the corner of his mouth.

,,I am gay."

"How the hell is that... Do you have a boyfriend, I mean, someone you go out with"

"Did Loki?"

"Nothing, nothing but have you told your bosses yet?"

He looked down then slowly looked up and shook his head.

"Not yet, but you should."

"Lando, can we talk?"

,,Yes?"

I turned around and realized I was in a pickle. I didn't say anything about being pregnant or gay, but I completely left out the fact that I'm an intersex and transgender man.

"What is this belly?"

I knew I had to tell the truth that I don't go to restaurants as much as the photos attest that I eat properly.

"The point is that you can't hide or pretend any longer, I'm pregnant, a formula 2 boy slipped in, that's it."

I sat down and sipped my decaffeinated latte and started crying again.

"No, that's not what it's about if you're here with a guy, if you're not always seen with Magui. Now what, are you bisexual?”

I even froze the whipped cream and spat it at Stella in shock.

"It's not bullshit, I don't date her and I heard her name from another boy for the first time in my life, I'm gay, the one you see is my boyfriend, we've been dating at the same time and we've even moved in together."

"Isn't it too early to do this with your WAG?"

I thought about it, shook myself, and realized that because of the little guy, he doesn't care, his father can't interfere, and I won't get into another fucking adoption fight, he's mine, whether it's a girl or a boy.

"My answer about adaptation is no."

"You can skip races."

"And the little one is more important than racing, I'm sorry, but that's my fucking opinion."

I stood up angrily and grabbed him.

"Everyone shut up!!!"

I ran everywhere until Logan slapped me.

"Stop!" hysterics!!!!”

"Not a stupid American!!!"

"Did he call you stupid?"

"Take Daniel with you and make a date."

"Yes, during the period when everyone wanted sex, he should be glad that he didn't get pregnant then."

I went over and kicked Danny so hard what he was saying was not true.

"Kill me, but yes, I just miscarried, not because of the team, but because our daughter died of her own accord!!!!"

I got down on my knees, pushed him apart, started hitting the ground with my fists and looked up at the sky with tears in my eyes.

"Greta, I wish you were alive!!!!"

"Who is Greta?"

"Supposedly miscarried."

"Who made him pregnant?"

"Daniel, George."

"Well, this is the most unexpected prediction of all."

[mostlikelythedevil]

Haunted. | [Chapter Three]

Pairing(s): Kevin Owens x Fem!Zayn!Reader, Solo Sikoa x Fem!Zayn!Reader

Warning(s): Explicit Language, Angst

Word Count: 1,482

Chapter Summary: The Bloodline saw a small piece of The Reader’s spat with Kevin, and she’s not quite in the right state of mind to be calm about that.

Link(s): AO3, Masterlist

Note(s): This, for one reason or another, was an extremely hard chapter for me to write, so I apologize for the short content. I rewrote this three times in varying levels of aggression, but I am ultimately content with how this turned out (which is funny because it is the complete opposite of my outline). I hope you all enjoy!

Tag(s): @crowleysqueenofhell @raeluvshammett

There is no chance that Sami had nothing to do with the phone call — or, at the very least, telling Roman and his kin of your supposed feelings for their bitter enemy — so seeing the dumbstruck expression lacing his features is enough to send you into a blind, bitter rage; the added sight of Roman Reigns smirking is just fuel to your fire.

Footsteps echo through the corridor as you close in on the group of incognizant men, carrying with them the sound of your misery and ire. Laughter and smirks fade from otherwise contented expressions as you come more into view; the sight of viscous clumps of foundation and eyeliner melded to your cheeks, of strands of ginger hair clinging wildly to the wet streaks accompanying the ruined make-up, of the swollen red encompassing your eyes to the point of near blindness, the sight of your absolute ruin was enough to hush The Bloodline — even the amusement on Roman faded.

Though difficult to see the small details, you can see that Roman is much more intense at the sight of your disarray. His lips, first curled up at the idea that you would approach them — rather, him —  with such aggression, were now a thin line on his strong, stoic canvas. In his eyes, though you cannot trust your own to be entirely accurate, you can see a glint of pride; there is no sense to be made as to why such an emotion would cross him at the sight of you, regardless of the situation.

“How could you do this to me?” The hoarseness of your voice causes a sting of pain in the back of your throat as you try to holler, eyes trained hard on your brother. “How could you?”

Sami, distraught at the sight of you, reaches out both hands defensively. “I don't— I don't know what's going on,” he stumbles over his words as you approach him.

As soon as you are within reach of your brother, your palm comes heavy across his cheek and without warning. Sami stumbles, tripping over his own feet, into the arms of Paul Heyman. “Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted, Sami?” Fresh tears bubble in your eyes as your brother smooths a hand across his stinging, reddened cheek in absolute shock.

“Damn,” one of the twins half-shouts.

Eyes wide, hand soothing his stinging cheek, Sami cannot find the words to respond. You have never — never — struck him before; not when he had thrown your favorite plush down into the depths of a lake in the middle of a mild, yet still freezing, Canadian winter as a child; not when he told you that you looked like a fool during your first match as a teenager; not when he accidentally ruined one of your keepsakes by sitting on it. How could you strike your own brother, now, without telling him why? How could you strike him as if he were nothing — as if he were not your beloved brother?

“Answer me, damn it! Tell me this is what you wanted.” You reach out to push Sami as you speak, though he hardly moves. “Tell me this is what you wanted, you fucking coward!”

“Please stop,” is all Sami can manage — a feeble, sad whisper.

A strong, thick arm wraps around your waist as you push Sami once more, pulling you firmly back and away from your brother. “Let me go,” you half-sob, half-scream as you kick the air with enough force to hurt your knees.

With little resistance, the person holding you slips around to your front before releasing the hold on your waist. In front of you, through your blurred vision, is Solo Sikoa. His hands are wrapped across his chest, showcasing the muscles of his arms; it’s no wonder that you found it impossible to break free from his hold.

“I can see that you’ve had a long night already,” the voice of Roman Reigns breaks your attention away from Solo, who you heavily considered slapping for touching you — truthfully, you should be thankful Roman stopped you from doing something so terribly unhinged. “But I need you to calm down and use your words, sweetheart.”

The tears dry at the sight of Roman standing just behind Solo — at the sound of his voice commanding you to be calm. Your chest heaves, heavy with the burden of controlling your erratic breathing, and you can feel your body shaking with adrenaline that you were previously unaware of. Despite the immense amount of anger and heartbreak and humiliation, there’s truth in that you need to calm yourself. Hearing it from Roman, though, is the least calming thing that could have happened.

“Go to hell,” you spit, lunging at Roman. Solo throws his arm out, almost lazily, keeping you trapped behind him; even then, you push your body against his arm, straining to look Roman in the eye.

Roman, feeling generous, ignores your outburst. “I’m going to assume that this is about your little spat with Kevin, right?” His tone is little more than mocking. “Sami had nothing to do with that.”

You continue to push against Solo, fighting against his arm as you stare at Roman over his shoulder. “Fucking liar,” you growl, eyes leaving Roman in search of Sami.

In the background, largely shielded from your view, the twins are working to calm Sami down from your aggression. Now that you’re paying attention, you can hear sniffling and the quiet, patience voices of the twins as they shield your brother from you. He cannot comprehend your anger with him. It hurts. God, it hurts, and that’s all that he can think.

“You weren’t opening your eyes to Sami’s gentle warnings,” Roman continues as if he did not hear your brash words, “and as Sami’s sister, and therefore an extension of The Bloodline, I could no longer stand by idly and allow Kevin to manipulate you against your brother.”

“You had no fucking right,” you strain to holler again, eyes returning to Roman. “I’m not an extension of your group of viscous, self-centered, good-for-nothing pricks. I never fucking will be.”

You do not notice the footsteps behind you. “E— Excuse me,” the meek voice of a crew member interjects before you can continue to berate Roman, “Miss Zayn, you’re needed in the guerrilla position for your match in— five minutes.”

Fuck — the match. You forgot about the match. God, you’re a mess. How are you supposed to go out in front of all of those people for such an important match looking like this? You’re not even in the mental state to do it anymore. Fuck.

“I’ve forgiven you for your words against me tonight — your blatant disrespect — because I understand the grief that you’re in. As your Tribal Chief, it falls to me to make the difficult decisions, and as someone who has not yet been predisposed to the expectations of being a member of The Bloodline, you are forgiven this once.” Roman speaks with such authority, staring you down as if you are prey in the arms of his cousin.

The crew member runs off as soon as he is acknowledged with a nod from Roman.

“I’m not in The Bloodline, you stupid fuck. I want nothing to do with you,” your voice has lost the resolve it had, thoughts too consumed with the idea of your contendership match being so soon among all of the drama.

Roman huffs out a laugh. “You’re welcome to come to our locker room after your match to talk like the grown-up that you’re supposed to be,” the smile that crosses his lips lacks all warmth. “Otherwise, stay out of our way until you can find it in yourself to thank me for saving you from yourself — because we both know that you know Kevin never cared about you, you just don’t know what to do with yourself for being so goddamn wrong about him while your brother screamed and pleaded and begged for you to come to your senses.”

“I—,” the words catch in your throat.

“Good luck on your match, Little Zayn. Remember what I said: you get one pass, and that’s tonight,” Roman turns away from you, collects the twins and Sami and Paul, and heads in the direction of The Bloodline’s locker room.

Solo looks over his shoulder, only stepping away from you when the rest of The Bloodline are secure behind the doors of their locker room — which happens to be just down the corridor from your own. He turns back to you, scrutinizing you under his stone expression, before turning completely to join the rest of The Bloodline in their shared locker room.

In the distance, you can hear Liv Morgan’s music drowning out the cheering of the crowd.

[prettywhenibleed]

𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖄𝖔𝖚 (Kill For You)

Pt 3

Fem!Reader x Paul

TW: Mentions of abuse, some kissy kissy but nothing NSFW

Paul and I walked in comfortable silence as we made our way to the others. He had assured me that they weren't that far away, so we got to them pretty quickly. I was immediately greeted by Marko pulling me into a hug, lifting me up off of the ground for a moment, before placing me back onto my feet. "Hey y/n!" He said with a wide grin. Clearly pretty happy to see me. "Hey back at you Marko." I gave him a look of surprise. "You're pretty strong, you know that." I pointed out. I mean... I wasn't particularly heavy, but Marko was a good few inches shorter than me. I don’t know. I just wasn't expecting that I guess. Marko shared a look with the others, like my words had some sort of hidden meaning to them that I wasn't aware of, and they found it hilarious. "Yeah. I guess you could say that babe." He said in a nonchalant kind of way and started to, no so subtly, flex. It was pretty funny to see him to those bodybuilder flexing poses. After a minute or so of this, Paul decided to butt in and I guess show off his muscles too? "Nah my muscles are way bigger than his sugar!! I’m way stronger too! Check it out!" Paul announced and proceeded to pose like Marko was. They both had me dying from laughter. Tears in eyes, stomach hurting kind of laughter. "Okay okay! Please, stop.. I'm in pain." I begged through my laughter and tears while still holding my sides. Marko and Paul just laughed and grinned at each other. 

Paul grabbed me, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. "Want me to kiss it better?" He asked with a smirk and a wink, referring to my stomach. I just rolled my eyes and lightly slapped his chest with a small laugh. Looking up at him with a smile. God, his eyes are so beautiful. HE is so beautiful. The way he was looking at me right now. The sweet, flirty smile. His eyes, that looked like they held so much love right now. We just stood there, staring at and holding each other. It's like we were trapped like that. The boardwalk and everything, everyone on it, just melting away. Slowly, our faces started to move closer and closer to each other, closing the gap between our wanting lips. It's like we both felt this pull to each other that we couldn't resist. As soon as his lips met mine it was like nothing else in the world mattered. Paul's lips were cold and soft. The kiss was slow and sweet but it was also passionate and needy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my hands found their way into his messy blonde hair. Paul using this to pull me even closer into him, one of his hands traveling down to eventually find it's place on my hip. "Get a damn room you two!" Marko cackled, making fake gagging sounds, pulling Paul and I out of our little daze and back into reality. We pulled away slightly, I slid my hands down to rest on his chest as we rested our foreheads together. Paul let out a chuckle. "Shut up Marko. You're just mad you don't have a babe of your own to make out with." He teased his brother, still looking into my eyes. "Alright, both of you idiots shut up." David interjected, rolling his eyes. Dwayne was just looking between the group with an amused look on his face. Paul pulled away and grabbed my hand. "Come on sugar, lets go ride the roller-coaster then play some games. I wanna win you something." He suggested, already starting to pull me along with him. "Okay, sounds like fun." I said with a smile. "See you guys later." I told the others with a wave. I heard Marko shout before we got too far away. “He sucks at winning those games y/n!” 

Paul and I walked hand in hand to the roller-coaster. As we got in line, he moved to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around me and rested his chin on my head. I leaned into him, enjoying the closeness. "You excited y/n?" He asked, giving my waist a quick squeeze. I bit my lip nervously. I have never been on a roller-coaster before... Any ride really. So I was pretty nervous to go on it. "I've uhh. I’ve never actually been on a roller-coaster before." I confessed in a shy and slightly embarrassed voice. Paul moved his head from it's place on top of mine, and looked at me. An obvious shocked expression took over his face but was quickly replaced by teasing grin. "You afraid of heights or something y/n?" He teased. I laughed and shook my head. "No. I just never went on one. Never really had friends to go anywhere with and well, going anywhere with my parents is totally out of the question." I informed him. Paul shrugged and gave me a kiss on the cheek before his head returned to it's place on top of mine. "Good to know I'll be your first then sugar." I snorted at the double meaning of his words. "Funny." I told him as I heard him laugh to himself. "I didn't say anything." He said, acting innocent. Before long, we had made it to the front of the line and were getting onto the ride. As we were being secured into our seats, I grabbed Pauls hand. He brought my hand to his lips, giving it a quick kiss before bringing it back down. "Don't worry babe, I got you." He said, trying to calm my racing heart. Paul thought it was adorable they way you grabbed his hand for comfort. It made him feel good knowing that he could be the one that you turn to for comfort when you needed it. Even if it was just because you were nervous about riding a rollercoaster. 

To say I screamed my head off, first out of fear but then fun, would be an understatement. By the time the coaster had come to a stop and we were getting off, Paul was laughing his head off. "Hey! Don't laugh you ass." I said through the smile that was plastered on my face. "I'm sorry sugar pie. It's just, you're face and the way you were screaming. I can't help it. "He said, his own smile plastered on his face. "You had fun though, right babe?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist. I leaned into his side and nodded. "Yeah, I had a lot of fun." I said looking up at him. God. The smile you had on your face and the way you were looking at him, was almost enough to make Paul's heart start beating again. Suddenly, he felt nervous, worried. No, he was terrified. He would, at some point, have to tell you about him. About the others and what they were. He was terrified that, once you found out, you would run away screaming. If that happened, Paul's heart would be absolutely shattered. He shuddered at the thought of losing you. "Hey. You okay Paul? You went kinda silent on me there." You asked him worriedly. "Yeah, I'm good. Just wondering what game to play. Gotta win you that prize, remember." He said with a smile, pulling you closer to him. You looked at him for a moment. You could tell that there was something actually bothering him, but you didn't want to force him to talk about something that he didn't want to. So, you just returned his smile and suggested a game to him. 

You two walked back to the group, you with your prize Paul had won you in hand and a big grin on your face. It was a cute lion plushie that reminded you of Paul, with it's messy mane of hair. "I thought you sucked at those games." David said with a smirk as soon as he saw the toy I was holding. "Shut up man. I don't suck." Paul said trying to defend himself. Truthfully, it had actually taken Paul quite a few go's to win it. I tried to help Paul out by lying and telling David and the others that Paul had won it on his first try. "I'll have you know, Paul won it first go." I said, before turning my head to look at Paul with a grin. He grinned back and turned back to David. "See! I rock, you suck!" Marko snorted and Dwayne laughed along too. David just rolled his eyes before pulling a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it. We all just hung out around the bikes for a couple more hours before I decided that I should probably go home. I didn't want a repeat of what happened earlier today. I turned to Paul, who was talking to Marko about something. "Uh Paul.. Do you think you could take me home? It's getting late and my parents will be upset if I'm out too much longer." I asked. "Aw but it's not even midnight babe!" Paul whined. I laughed at Paul and pet his head as he grabbed me, burying his face into the crook of my neck. "It's okay Paul. I'll see you tomorrow." I reassured him. "You're such a baby, dude." Marko teased Paul. "AM NOT!" Paul retorted. His voice muffled in my neck. "You literally sound like a child right now, Paul." Dwayne told him with a chuckle. I just laughed at that.. I mean, he's not wrong. It's not the most adult way to respond to being called a baby. "Hey! You're supposed to be on my side babe." Paul said, offended that I would laugh at him being called a baby. "I'm sorry Paul, it's just.. That's exactly how a baby would respond." I teased him. I guess that was a bad idea, because I was promptly swept off of my feet and thrown over Paul's shoulder as he walked off with me... "Paul! Put me down!" I shout through laughter. "Not until you say you're sorry!" He demanded, laughing at me trying to squirm out of his arms. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" I conceded. He puts me back down and grins at me. 

Eventually, I get him to take me home. He parks a few houses down from mine, much like he did last night. We get off of his bike and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a hug, which I immediately accept, resting my head on his chest. We stay like that for a few minutes before pulling away. "Gonna miss me sugar?" Paul asks with a teasing smirk. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck. “Maybe.” I say before pulling him in for a kiss. Our lips met, and again, the world melts away. Paul's hands find their way to my hips and he gives them a gentle squeeze. He starts to trail the kisses from my mouth, along my jaw and down to my neck. It felt so good I didn't want to stop him, but unfortunately I had to. "Paul. As much as I'm enjoying this, We have to stop." I told him in a whisper, my eyes still closed and my fingers tangled in his hair. I felt him smile against my skin before he slowly pulled away. "We could always take this up to your room sugar." He suggested in a flirty tone. Seeing the way he was looking at me right now, made me shiver in the best way possible. I wanted, more than anything, to bring him up to my room. Let him make me feel things I've never felt before, positive that he could and would. The feeling of his hands roaming my body, touching parts of me that nobody had ever touched before. But I couldn't. my parents would probably kill him, and then kill me. Sadly, I'm not exaggerating. I laid my hand on Paul's chest and smiled up at him. "Sorry Romeo, no can do. My parents are home and if they catch me with a boy in my room... Well, it wont be pretty." I told him. "All good sugar pie. There's always next time." He said with a smile and a wink, mounting his bike. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him. He handed me my plushie take he had somehow managed to stuff into one of his pockets in his coat. “Thanks.” I said as I took it from him with a giggle. "Goodnight Paul." I said as I looked back up to him from the toy and used it’s little arm to wave to Paul. He laughed and imitated the wave. "Night y/n. I'll pick you up tomorrow night, okay. Same time." He informed me. I just nodded in response and turned around and started making my way back to my house. I heard Paul's bike start up and drive away. I turned my head just in time to see bike disappear down the street.

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Title: No one should be alone on Christmas Pairing: Paul landers / Richard Z. Kruspe   Presentee:@phanaticdoctor Prompt: The Grinch Warnings/Tags: Richard being the grinch | mutual pinning | just fluff Word Count: 2.280 Summary: Richard hates Christmas and he really doesn’t want to celebrate it. Somehow Paul makes him change his mind. Read on AO3: here

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Every band member of Rammstein liked Christmas a lot But Richard, who sat in their studio, did not.

Richard hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.

It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. It could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right.

But I think that the most likely reason of all May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

*

“And then I thought we could decorate the studio and…,” Schneider says as Richard enters the kitchen and the guitarist can’t help but roll his eyes. Of course. It’s nearly Christmas.

Richard shudders visibly and Schneider squints at him.

“Are you okay Richard?” Paul asks and he sounds worried. Richard wishes he could tell him and maybe even… you know, sit on his lap or something, but Richard isn’t the best at talking about his feelings and… maybe he is afraid that Paul is not interested.

“Sure, I just don’t like the whole Christmas-thing,” Richard mutters and then at least sits down next to Paul, who frowns at him.

“Richard, I know you told me your last Christmases weren’t great but we could all have some fun together here before Christmas. Maybe it gets you in the right mindset,” Schneider says and he fills Richard’s cup with nice smelling coffee. Richard looks at his friends for a moment.

“So, you’re saying it’s me ruining my own holiday season each year?” Richard asks and he crosses his arms in front of his chest,

“Richard, I’m sure it wasn’t your fault, but Schneider is right. Christmas is such a great time and I know that maybe you’d even enjoy it. I’d love to help,” Paul says slowly, his hand on Richard’s thigh now. Richard can’t concentrate on anything anymore because his hand is so warm, it feels as if he wants to burn Richard’s skin through his jeans.

This is just… rude. How can Richard even say ‘no’ to Paul, when he phrases it like this. Richard grumbles.

“Maybe you can convince me,” Richard finally says and he rolls his eyes for good measure. Paul and Schneider look at each other and then they start to grin.

“Sure, Mister Grinch,” Paul says and gets up. When he leaves, Richard stares at the open door. He’s not sure if that was just a joke or if Paul was hinting at his bad mood. Maybe Richard should really try to relax.

Schneider laughs, when Richard huffs and drinks his coffee. He already knows the next few days will be super exhausting, but what can he do, when the other band members want to have fun? Apparently being a Grinch.

Richard never wanted to turn out like that, but maybe he did.

*

Two days later Richard already has a headache that seems to be permanent at this point. There are candles lit everywhere, it takes him hours to find them all so he can blow them out before going to sleep so they wouldn’t burn the whole studio down.

“Richard, look! Paul and I got a tree,” Till says and he proudly shows Richard the huge tree in the living room. Richard almost faints because of the size. He can’t even walk around the damn thing, without sliding against the walls. Even his guitar is pressed against the wall.

“Yeah, amazing,” Richard grumbles, saving his guitar before he then picks some fir needles out of his collar. He can’t wait for january.

“And watch this Richard!” Paul says and Richard hadn’t even seen him. Paul is wearing a bright red jumper with a not-really-funny joke written on it and while it looks soft, Richard would never wear such a stupid thing.

Paul points at some of the ornaments, they are tiny guitars. One even looks like his RZK-II. Richard can’t help but smile at that.

“Okay, uh cool,” Richard says and Paul grins so widely, while Till continues to decorate their Christmas tree. Richard doesn’t really want to see that, so he walks to the kitchen in the hopes of finding some food.

“Still not in a Christmas mood?” Paul asks, while he walks next to Richard, who shrugs. He wouldn’t tell the idiots that he had already gotten them some gifts. They are hidden underneath Richard’s bed and he really had thought a lot about what to get them.

They are kinda personal, but Richard knows that they will all be very happy about them. Okay and maybe he is also excited for his own presents, whatever.

“Not sure,” Richard says and opens the kitchen door. It smells heavenly and Richard almost drools all over his shirt. There are so many cookies on their tables and the counter, Richard walks a bit faster over to them.

“I made them together with Flake,” Paul says and Richard has already one in his hand. Fuck, he can’t remember the last time he had homemade Christmas cookies. They smell so wonderful and Richard hums when he bites into a chocolate one.

“Holy fuck. So good,” Richard mumbles between bites and already takes the next few ones into his hands, when he sees what’s in the stove. Oh fuck yes.

“You cooked Dinner, too?” Richard wants to know and he wishes the chicken would be done already, because it looks amazing. Richard takes another cookie and smiles, yeah now he feels a bit like he could enjoy Christmas.

“Ollie helped me,” Paul says and then he kisses Richard on the cheek. Richard raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth, the half eaten cookie almost falling out of it. What had just happened? He slowly puts his hand on the spot Paul just kissed.

“Mistletoe,” Paul says and Richard blushes. Oh, of course, that was all. He is so stupid for hoping it could be anything more and he had almost liked Christmas… Richard’s brain almost stops working, when Paul smirks at him.

“Too bad though that you hate Christmas,” Paul says and walks out of the kitchen again. Richard watches him leave. Still a bit confused about all of this.

He doesn’t even understand why Paul wants him to have a nice Christmas in the first place.

*

Richard really enjoys the next few days, even though he would never admit that. At one point Flake even shows him how to decorate a gingerbread house and it looks kinda cool. 

But sadly everything good comes to an end. 

By now Richard feels like he should’ve gotten used to that.

“Alright, I’ll call you on Christmas,” Till says and he hugs him once more. Richard nods and then looks down at his shoes. He knows that Till has people who he wants to see on Christmas. They all do.

Besides him.

Richard sighs and then walks back into the studio. He would stay a few days longer and just think about new music, while he doesn’t have other stuff to do. He’s kinda glad everyone had put the decorations away.

“Rich?”

“Ja?”

Paul is suddenly behind him. Richard had hoped that he would’ve already left without saying goodbye. Richard hates saying goodbye to him, but it seems worse this time. They had spent too much time together.

Richard had never been so close to him and even though he had spent the last few years wishing for this, he knows it will hurt even more now that it’s over. 

Sometimes he had pretended that Paul was really flirting with him. 

“Aren’t you going home?” Paul asks and he sounds so sad. Richard feels a bit uncomfortable. He’s not sure that Paul would like to hear the truth.

“Not yet, later maybe,” Richard finally says, trying to be as vague as possible. 

“Oh okay. Well… I will miss you a lot,” Paul says and he almost sounds a bit shy. He’s smiling though and Richard can’t help but smile as well. He’s so in love it’s ridiculous.

“I will miss you too,” Richard whispers back and Paul holds up his arms. They hug for way longer than they should, but Paul in his arms feels just perfect and Richard doesn’t want to let go.

He’d never let Paul go if he could prevent it in any way.

“Merry Christmas,” Paul says and with another kiss to Richard’s cheek he is gone.

Leaving Richard behind. 

Alone.

Two days for Christmas.

Nothing is new. 

Maybe he’s really a Grinch and deserves this.

*

Richard sits down at one of the windows of his own apartment and looks out to the streets. It’s finally Heiligabend and he’s annoyed. He had left the studio behind, but only because the housekeeper had been so weird about him staying over Christmas.

As if that mattered to him.

Even as a kid he had run away a few times at Christmas, because it wasn’t like his mother cared and it didn’t bother him what his stepfather thought. But it had never felt as sad and exhausting as it feels today.

Just as he finishes his coffee, there’s a knock on the door. Richard groans. He is still dressed in his pajamas and puts a blanket around him, before opening the door. It’s Paul. 

His heart stops.

“Hey Richard,” Paul says, smiling all sweetly and even though Richard’s heart beats a bit faster, he doesn’t show it all. Instead he stands there almost motionless. He’s not really sure what to think.

“Hi,” Richard isn’t sure what else he could or wants to say. Paul’s smile falters a bit, like it always does, when Richard is so short with him. 

“I just wanted to wish you a merry Christmas on the right day this time,” Paul says and he holds up a box, wrapped in red and gold paper. Richard is a bit surprised, but he takes the gift from Paul, who is back to smiling so adorable.

Something is wrong with Richard’s heart, it beats even faster. Maybe he is dying?

“T-thank you, Paul,” Richard stammers and then he makes a huge mistake and invites Paul into his home. Paul steps inside, looking around for a moment.

“You didn’t decorate for Christmas?” Paul asks and Richard shakes his head. While he has to admit that he did enjoy the decorations after a while at the studio, it makes no sense to hang stuff up if he’s alone anyway.

“Not really,” Richard says, while they walk into the living room. The walls are white, his couch and most furniture is black. 

“So it didn’t help? You’re still not in a good mood?” Paul asks and he looks sad at that. Richard doesn’t really want to disappoint him, so he just shrugs. It feels a bit awkward, but Richard still sits down with Paul on the couch.

“A bit maybe,” Richard lies, even though he has to say, Paul looks cute in his Christmas sweater and with snowflakes in his hair. But then again, Paul always looks cute, so it’s not a surprise.

“I’m sure I can change that!” Paul says then, sounding as if he really has a plan. Richard snorts for a second. 

“And how do you plan to change it?” Richard asks, a smile on his face. He already feels a bit better and he hates himself for pushing Paul away before. 

“Well, I talked To Till a bit and he told me you’d be alone. And… nobody should be alone on Christmas, especially not you. Uhm… you deserve more,” Paul says and he fidgets a bit nervously. 

“What do you mean?” Richard asks, because he doesn’t deserve anything good. He knows that. Paul takes his hand again.

“I mean if you want me here, then I’d be happy to stay. There’s… probably nothing more that I wish for than celebrating Christmas with you,” Paul says and this time Richard smiles softly at him.

Maybe… maybe he could be this lucky.

He should stop being such a Grinch on Christmas and give Paul a chance.

“Open your gift,” Paul says and Richard opens it very carefully. He pulls out some Christmas movies, some recipe books for Christmas cookies, some tea and a soft blanket. Richard snorts at all the things, while Paul blushes.

“And you will stay for all of this?”

“If you want me to stay, I’d love to,” Paul whispers and Richard nods. He wanders off to the kitchen and starts to make them tea, they could start to bake some cookies later and somehow Richard already feels a lot better.

He smiles widely to himself. So wide that his whole face hurts.

When he comes back they cuddle down underneath the blanket. Richard can’t help himself and he pulls an arm around Paul’s shoulders. Paul doesn’t seem to mind, he cuddles even more against Richard.

For a moment they’re just looking at each other.

“Please kiss me,” Paul whispers and Richard finally does. He shyly presses his lips against Paul’s warm ones and sighs happily. Paul tastes like tea, peppermint and something else, but Richard had never gotten such a sweet kiss before.

“And Richard, do you like Christmas now?” Paul asks and he fucking winks at Richard.

“Hell yes.”

Richard kisses him again.

* Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more!

And what happened then? Well, in the band they say That Richard’s small heart grew three sizes that day!

*

Paul pinches him.

Richard whines in pain.

“I knew you had the biggest heart the second I first saw you. Stop lying to the Readers,” Paul says and Richard smiles.

Maybe Paul is right.

Richard’s heart had always been so full of love for Paul (and his music).

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics With No Angst Or Trigger Warnings Masterlist

Links Last Checked: June 14th, 2023

Birds Of A Feather Steal Together (ao3) - WritingCactus

Summary: Dan never expected anything remotely interesting to happen during his summer job at a petting zoo. But when he catches a boy with bright blue eyes and a cute laugh trying to smuggle a bunch of ducklings out of the farm, things take a much more interesting turn...

Bluebells - botanistlester

Summary: Dan just really wants to put flowers in Phil’s hair.

Cupcakes And A Child’s Love - wavydanrises

Summary: Dan is working at the bakery “The Cake Whisperer” when a man and his child come into his life. All it took was a spiderman cupcake.

Easter Sunday - cafephan

Summary: Rather than planning a flashy day out for Easter, Dan and Phil decide to put on an egg hunt for their daughter at home.

Even A Vegan With A Cold, Dead Heart Ships It (aka Paul) - ticklishhpickle

Summary: Phil and his sassy Christmas elf boyfriend couldn't be happier they're together, and neither could Santa. Phil's cynical roommate, Paul needs a little more time to warm up to Dan however.

First Dates (ao3) - thatsthephan

Summary: The thought of the lads and their friends playing this game is too funny not to write about it.

give me toothaches just from kissin’ me (ao3) - robertmontauk

Summary: “Hey- sorry to bother you, but is it okay if I sit here?”

Dan didn’t bother looking up from the chemistry textbook splayed in front of them, choosing instead to grab a piece of paper on the table and study it intensely. “Not interested,” they muttered with a quirk of their lips and a short head shake.

A pause, and then - “Oh. I mean? I-I didn’t think you were? But, uh, I’ll just. Find another place to sit, I guess. That’s-that’s fine.”

(alternatively: assumptions are dumb and love is dumber)

Joined At The Hip (ao3) - TheDalmatian

Summary: Dan and Phil are secretly aliens from another planet and they came down and they have to stay together because they're symbiotes and they have to live off of each other.

Jokes, Costumes, And Taxi Fares - placingglaciers

Summary: In which all his coworkers just adore Phil and Dan can’t see why they do. Until, of course, he figures it out.

Just Like Heaven (ao3) - Allthephils

Summary: Dan is a barista and Phil is the best part of his job.

Love Scenario - botanistlester

Summary: When Phil first saw him in the spring, he thought he looked like bubblegum.

Plant Boy (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: Phil has always loved plants and flowers, and he’d never thought he’d be able to fully share his passion with someone who truly understood it.

Stegosaur-us - melancholymango

Summary: “We’re staying in conjoining rooms at a hotel, which is fine, but it turns out the lock on my side is broken so your kid keeps coming in here to talk about dinosaurs. You keep apologizing but honestly I like dinosaurs so this might work out after all” AU

Tech Yes, Juliet - winkinglester

Summary: In which Dan’s a tech major and Phil’s an english major at the college they both attend, but those majors are in a school-wide “feud”, so the star crossed lover computer nerd dan makes a website to talk to Phil.

The Great Dan and Phil Camping Trip™ (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: It started with the four of them, Dan, Phil, Martyn, and Cornelia. It started with a rare weekend off and a rented cabin and bad romcoms and getting drunk on clear skies and fresh air and maybe just a bit of alcohol. It started with an offhand comment towards the famously-introverted couple, “You’d never survive a night outside.” And, of course, it was taken as a challenge.

(Dan and Phil go camping)

Unrelated Conversations of a Domestic Nature (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Unremarkable conversations that take place in the daily lives of Dan and Phil.

Valley (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Dan and Phil definitely weren’t outdoorsy people, but the one time they decide to go hiking their lives change forever.

Or- they go hiking and find an abandoned dog and Phil begs Dan to keep it.

Waffles (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Phil goes to the 24hr diner with the hopes of seeing his favorite waiter (insp by me seeing a cute waitress at a diner. unfortunately none of the rest actually happened to me lmao)

Warning: Extreme Fluff (ao3) - Do_it_with_the_Howell_Lesters

Summary: A very short snapshot of morning cuddles at the end of Dan and Phil’s honeymoon. Extremely fluffy, you have been warned.

Window Of Opportunity (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan goes to Starbucks everyday and sits in the same spot. Not even the cold weather can stop his everyday routine. One day, Dan decides to write on the window out of boredom. The next day, he’s surprised to find a reply by a stranger.

[prettypinkporkchop]

How do you think the pack would react to their imprint being scared of dogs. Like terrified so the reader doesn't like their wolf forms at all.

Have a good day❤️❤️❤️

"Okay, you ready?'' Sam gives you a quick kiss. "Yes. I am." You smile up at him. He backs up and starts removing his clothes.

His body starts cracking, and then, a wolf stands in front of you. Your heart starts to pound, and you slowly back away. "Nope! Nope! Sam, I don't like this!"

He instantly changes back and puts his clothes back on.

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Sam wouldn't mind at all. You would never have to see them in wolf form!

"Wait, no, you're actually scared of my wolf form?" He smiles. You nod your head, "Uh, yeah." You laugh. "Don't worry," he puts his hand in yours, "none of us will hurt you." You pull yourself into his side. "You won't because I won't be around your gigantic paws." You laugh.

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Homie thinks it's funny but feels bad at the same time. He didn't even try to get you to see his wolf form. All you know from what he's told you, his fur is brown.

The wolf standing in front of you cowers. You still stand back. "I have to get over this." You mumble to yourself. The wolf glides closer to you. You reach your hand out to try and pet him. Instead, you get shaky and run away.

A few seconds later, you hear Quil calling your name, chasing after you. "Baby! It's over! Im running on two legs now!" You stop running and whip around to face him. He pulls you in a hug. "Never again. Wimp." You punch his shoulder.

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While he is protective and guarding you from seeing the pack in their wolf form, he makes fun of you. But, if anyone else makes fun of you *cough* *cough* Embry, he will get so mad.

"Damn, girl. You can run!" He grabs your shoulders, turning you around. "I can hear your heart. Slow down." He frowns and strokes your hair. You nod and look away from him. "Hey," he pulls your chin up to look at him, "don't you dare feel embarrassed. It's kind of cute! But... now I know we can't have a pet dog." He pouts.

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Homie's just upset he won't have a pet dog with you.

"Alright, no more!" He yells at Jared, who is making fun of you. "I get it. I'm terrified." You roll your eyes. Paul wraps his arm around your shoulder. "We'll work on it." He whispers in your ear.

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He tries and tries to get rid of your fear. It's up to you if it works or not.

You told him your fear of big dogs. He never phased in front of you. He keeps you away from it all. He does not make fun of you. It makes him feel ashamed of himself, and you end up comforting him.

Leah feels awful about your fear. She does not phase in front of you. Although, she got mad and did one time. Afterward, she cried and held you all night. She doesn't even bother to tell the pack. It's none of their business!

Lots of: "Well, I won't hurt you."

"I understand. I love you."

He never forces you. And like Leah, he doesn't tell the pack. He keeps it to himself. He shields you from your fears.

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"Oh, babyyyyy!" He sings while walking in the house. "Yes?" You call out and walk to the front door. He's standing there with a wide grin, holding an orange cat. "I hope he has orange cat behavior." You gush over the kitten and pick him up. "DID YOU NAME HIM?" You aggressively ask Seth. He lifts his hands up, "All you. Although, I was thinking Garfield."

[frankchurchillsaysrelax]

here you go nonnie. sorry it took awhile hopefully you’re still around. this was fun, i’d forgotten what songs a few of these came from. these are just the fics with titles from songs like you asked. full masterlist which is sorted by fandom can be found here and my ao3 is here.

and it seemed everlasting that you would always be mine // if you’re determined to leave girl I will not stand in your way - always need my baby by david cook

if you knew how happy you are making me - feels like home by chantal kreviazuk

if only new york wasn’t so far away - already home by a great big world

it’s destiny that you’re next to me, i’m in love with you - sun comes up by john legend

we got a candy apple red sweet steady as a heartbeat love - we got a love from nashville

maybe if i don’t cry i won’t feel anymore - stone cold by demi lovato

when nothing you do can change my mind - that's when i love you by aslyn

months and months of back and forth - clean by taylor swift

this was the very first page not where the story line ends - enchanted by taylor swift

leaving these broken pieces behind you - requiem from dear evan hansen

oh, if the right one came along - i've got this friend by the civil wars

fifteen there’s still time for you - 100 years by five for fighting

even when my body blows away my soul will stay - home by ingrid michaelson

open your eyes then you will see - only by imagine dragons

still got a lot of soul underneath my skin - is that who i am from nashville

wherever you’re going i’m going your way - moon river by audrey hepburn

something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire // chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons // one single thread of gold tied me to you - invisible string by taylor swift

would you give me your self or turn and run - every letter from cyrano

i might lose everything if i lose the pain - overcome from cyrano

why you can’t raise your voice to say - run by snow patrol

with the beast inside there’s nowhere we can hide (one) // with the beast inside there’s nowhere we can hide (two) - demons by imagine dragons

build a bridge to my heart and lead the way (one) // build a bridge to my heart and lead the way (two) - can't love me by novi feat. tyler blackburn

i’m a rusty set of strings that i keep windin’ (one) // i’m a rusty set of strings that i keep windin’ (two) - broken song from nashville

flash forward and we're taking on the world together - mine by taylor swift

when all those shadows almost killed your light - safe & sound by taylor swift feat. joy williams and john paul white

i’m on the bench, but coach just put me in the game - say my name from beetlejuice

took ‘em down but they’re still in their frames - never not by lauv

catastrophe it reigns (one) // catastrophe it reigns (two) - hold you in my arms by ray lamontagne

is your mouth a little weak - my funny valentine from babes in arms

the signal’s got speed but there’s no real connection - i heard your voice in a dream from smash

and every color illuminates - spectrum by florence and the machine

let me photograph you in this light (in case it is the last time) (one) // let me photograph you in this light (in case it is the last time) (two) - when we were young by adele

a heart is drawn around your name in someone's handwriting, not mine - all of the girls you loved before by taylor swift

didn't i, didn't i, didn't i see you cryin' - i want you to want me by cheap trick

it is the only thing makes us feel alive - photograph by ed sheeran

sink me in the river at dawn - if i die young by the band perry

like a heart without a beat, like a beat without a song - where would i be without you by kendall k

grab your soul, won't let go, and be with you when you're wide awake - dreams from nashville

let me tell you about the call that changed my destiny - the call by the backstreet boys

taxi cabs and busy streets that never bring you back to me - come back...be here by taylor swift

your eyes can close you don't have to do a thing but listen to me sing - orpheus by sara bareilles

[phantomenby]

POV: Someones about to die

Don’t know if you’re comfortable doing this, but poly!lost boys imagine where they “accidentally” smack your ass too hard? I was just thinking about it and it seemed funny as hell

The boys went silent as the blow was struck.

Your face was burning a bright red, getting hotter by the second as you tensed up from the aftershocks of the hit.

Paul was behind you, hand still slightly raised as he looked at your form with wide eyes.

The other boys were silent, waiting for you to make the first move. They could feel your anger, yes it was normal for them to do this but you were still partly human, and you were away from the cave in public. Pain and embarrassment were never a good combo.

"What the fuck" hissing under your breath you placed a hand on your behind, still standing in front of the ocean where you had been peacefully skipping stones.

Turning you met Paul's eyes, the boy was zonked out of his mind but you could knock some sense into him. He looked between you and your ass, thinking for a moment before he began running down the coastline, feet kicking sand behind him as you chased him.

The other three boys began to hoot and holler, cheering you on as they watched your form become smaller and smaller, speed increasing as he tried to escape you. But you were relentless, sprinting with all your might as you prepared to launch yourself.

With a loud yell, you jumped on him, sending him face-first into the sand as your knee landed in the center of his back, effectively pinning him.

"Say you're sorry!" You pulled his hair tightly, lifting his face so his eyes could meet yours, he did nothing more than grin at you and shake his head in your grip. Growling you began scooping up sand and throwing it in his face while his mouth was still open.

The other three had caught up to you now, watching on while laughing.

Marko looked to Dwayne, "I'll bet ten on them", Dwayne laughed shaking his head and grabbing Marko's hand, betting his ten on Paul.

"You're on"

Paul was stubborn and saw nothing wrong with a little PDA, but bruising your ass wasn't affection and he knew better. Unfortunately for him, you were the unstoppable force to his immovable object and you wouldn't back down until he apologised.

He kept trying to roll over, usually, this would work since he was stronger but whatever he was hopped up on was making his movements sluggish. Finally rolling onto his back he looked up at you, grabbing your hips and he pleaded with you to stop.

Fool

As soon as his jaws were open you grabbed a fistful of wet sand and shoved it down his throat, watching as he retched.

Satisfied you stood, backing away from him slightly.

"Given up yet Paul?"

He groaned, laying back down after spilling his guts into the ocean, throwing up while high always made it more disorientating than it needed to be.

Nodding he looked over to you before squeezing his eyes shut as he shivered, "yes, yes, sorry babe."

Smiling triumphantly you began your walk back to the cave, letting the boys walk over to Paul and smile down at him. They would never let him live this down, not like he would be able to forget since he'd be picking sand out of his teeth for the next few weeks

Dwayne grumbled as he handed Marko the Hamilton note, kicking some more sand onto Paul as he followed your skipping form.

[itsallyscorner]

I was wondering if you can write something about reader x marvel cast where they go on the tour bus with James Corden. Maybe reader is dating a costar (you can choose who)

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We Are Avengers

Pairing: Marvel cast x reader, Sebastian Stan x Fem!reader

Summary: Basically what happens during James Corden’s Star Star Tour😌

Warnings: None :)

Hello darling, thank you for the request! I apologize that it took so long for me to write, but I’ve been busy with school and I’ve been lacking motivation in general. But thank you so much for this request, it gave me the chance to rewatch one of my favorite Marvel cast videos so thank you for that as well, it never fails to make me smile. I hope you don’t mind that I chose Seb as the co-star you’re dating! Also, yes, I know I’ve been writing a lot of headcanons but writing this as a headcanon seems like the best way to write it for me😭 I’m gonna add in some pictures that the cast took with their disposable cameras, so enjoy😉

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When it was mentioned that you and some other members of the Infinity War cast were going to be on James Corden, you were very excited.

You enjoyed making appearances on late night talk shows; Jimmy Fallon, Jimmy Kimmel—they were always fun to be on. Though you’ve always loved making appearances on James Corden’s show.

When you first heard about being on The Late Late Show, you were expecting to do a typical interview in the studio that would lead to playing a game later on in the show.

What you didn’t expect was to be led out to the parking lot with the rest of the cast, only to be greeted by a double decker bus with James’ face plastered alongside it.

At first you were all a bit confused but one of the producers came up to you all and explained the segment you were all filming.

Everyone was buzzing with exhilaration waiting to get on the bus. One by one you were called up, you being paired with Sebastian.

Wait, he would make you go up the stairs first so he can stay behind you, making sure you don’t fall. Omg and he would place his hand on your lower back too😭🥺

“Wow—Marvel’s own power couple, it’s such an honor to have you both on here. Thank you for coming!” James greeted the both of you. Partially acting because the cameras were rolling.

You and Sebastian beamed at him, proud of the title the fans and your cast mates have given you both over the years. “It’s always a pleasure to see you, James.”

James gives you both your name tags, pausing mid way while he was handing Seb his. James’ gaze shifts between you and Seb, “I’m sorry, you’re just both so beautiful.”

Seb bashfully thanks him, pulling you towards the seats, as you giggle behind him.

You and Seb sit towards the back, behind Don and Tom.

You all sit tight, talking amongst yourselves as you wait for the bus to start. In the seats were disposable cameras and some Late Late Show merch.

The bus hasn’t started driving yet, but you were all having too much fun with the disposable cameras.

Everyone was just taking pictures of each other. You and Seb took a couple selfies and some stolen shots of the others, mostly Anthony.

You even got a cute shot of Don and Tom:

Yes I know they used disposable cameras but I decided to tie in my ‘Polaroid’ series into this even though they’re not using Polaroids—just go with it😭

Being the more social one in the relationship, you were going up and down the aisle talking to everyone.

Seb stayed towards the back with Anthony and Winston. While you were at the front talking to Lizzie and Chris.

Being sad when you were all told to go sit down because you had to leave Lizzie.

Though it probably wasn’t shown in the video, I just KNOW that the filming for this segment was chaotic as fuck.

Chaotic in a good way.

But the whole bus was loud I just know it.

You could hear Mackie across from you talking loudly and laughing that contagious laugh of his.

You, Lizzie, Pom, and Zoe attempting to talk to each other from different spots on the bus over everyone else’s voice.

Chris and Paul can also be heard laughing all the way from the back.

James feeling like a parent because it felt like he was babysitting a bunch of toddlers.

The whole thing was freaking chaotic from the start, I mean ya’ll started the ‘tour’ with Benedict and Chris rubbing sunscreen on James’ legs.

Everyone passing around the sunscreen after, because it was sunny as hell and no one thought of wearing sunscreen.

Seb being a cheeky asshole and ‘accidentally’ smearing sunscreen across your face.

“Sebastian!” You gasped before a flash of light went off on you. When your eyes recovered from the flash you see Seb holding up a camera at you, snickering to himself.

James began to act as your guide, pointing out things like a coffee shop and explaining what it is.

All of you being childish and pretending to not know what a coffee shop or what a line is.

Laughing at Don when he got out of his seat and took a picture of the coffee shop. Like how he got into an over exaggerated position just to take a picture was funny.

Everyone being childish and acting as actual tourist in Los Angeles. Like pointing things out and asking about them or taking pictures of literally everything you drove by.

When Reggie Watts began that sing along thing everyone joined in, bopping and dancing along to the beat.

Like you guys are just having a really great time, happy to be in each other’s presence.

You could hear Sebby singing along to Reggie beside you, and you couldn’t help but just adore him singing and having fun.

He’d notice your stare, he may have had sunglasses on, but you could see the crinkle of his eyes from behind his sunglasses as he smiled at you.

“Na, na, na, na, na, na!” Seb repeated, leaning towards you to press a kiss on your temple.

Throughout the whole ride, he’d have his arm along the back of your seat or have it across your lap.

After the sing along, James went back to acting as a tour guide. He pointed to a red building—whatever it was—and deemed it as “Barbra Streisand’s holiday home”.

Josh Brolin, who was sat along at the back of the deck, raised his hand. “Excuse me! I—uh don’t mean to interrupt, but I have to use the bathroom. Can I use the bathroom?”

James pretending to cringe and telling him that in order to use the bathroom you have to be in three or more Marvel movies to use the bathroom—end credits don’t count.

Everyone being childish once again and yelling “OHHHHHHH!” Like a bunch of school kids.

James points to Tom, “Tom Hiddleston do you need the bathroom?”

Tom, with his soft voice and a small shrug says, “I’m actually okay!”

James then points to you and Seb, “My lovebirds at the back, Sebastian, (Y/n), do either of you need the bathroom?”

You and Seb glance at each other, “Nah we’re good.” Your boyfriend answers.

“Yeah, I used the bathroom before we came here.” You look behind your shoulder at Josh, a smug expression on your face, “Unlike some people.”

Josh flipping you off while everyone laughs at him.

Since Anthony and Seb aren’t sitting together, I just know that Anthony would be yelling at Seb from across the bus to get his attention.

No seriously, I saw them in the background of the video and even heard Mackie yelling lmao😭😂

“(Y/n) call Sebastian!” Anthony yelled at you from across the bus, pointing to the man beside you with a grin on his face.

You chuckle and nudge Seb, “Your boyfriend’s calling you.”

Seb would shake his head at you and turn his attention to Anthony; who just wanted to take a picture of Seb from his side of the bus.

James trying to get spoilers out of all of you but thankfully you all aren’t Tom Holland or Mark Ruffalo.

“Does anyone on this bus die in the next Avengers?” James asked. Suddenly you were all quiet, not a word coming out of any of you.

Until Paul began to scream his infamous line, “snITCHES END UP IN DITCHES!”

Getting confused when James suddenly asked the bus to stop and ran off the bus.

Next thing you know, you’re all hopping off the bus and walking into a comic store with a Spider-Man statue at the front.

Seb motioned to the statue and looked back and Anthony, “We gotta get a picture with that.”

Anthony instantly agreeing—he was willing to do anything to tease Tom Holland.

Seb’s not that huge with PDA, but he always needs to be touching you. So he’ll be interlocking your hands with his the moment you walk off the bus and all the way into the comic store.

Feeling thrilled to surprise the people who were shopping at the store.

You all walked around, mingled with some fans, taking selfies with them, and signed a few things.

You were looking at some Funko Pops with Lizzie when you felt a small tap on your leg.

You looked down to see a small girl looking up at you with wide eyes full of admiration. In her tiny hands was a Funko Pop of your character.

You and Lizzie instantly coo at the toddler, crouching down to her level so you can talk.

“Hey, sweetheart!” You greet her, taken back when she suddenly wraps her arms around you into a hug. You laugh wrapping your arms around her small figure and hugging her back.

“I love you so much!” She squeals into your ear, arms tightening around you. Your heart swelled as she excitedly babbled about how much she loved your character and how you were her favorite.

“I love you too! Oh my gosh, you’re so cute!” You decide to carry the toddler, who you later learned was named Lila. Her parents scolded her for distracting you from the other fans in the store, but you brushed them off, your attention focused on your tiny fan.

You carried her around while you met other fans and signed more comic books and merch.

You even introduced her to your other cast mates.

Sebastian’s heart absolutely melting at the sight of you with a baby.

Homie wants to wife you up one day and seeing you with a baby made his baby fever sky rocket.

“Lila, this is Sebastian! You know who he plays right?” You ask the toddler in your arms. Sebastian ducking a bit so he could hear her over the commotion in the store.

“Yeah, he’s the wiener soldier!” She replied. Both you and Seb had to hold back your laughs at her answer.

Lila bragging about how she loves you more than Sebastian.

Seb having to agree because he doesn’t wanna make a toddler cry.

Before you all left, you took pictures with Lila and her parents and signed a bunch of her merch.

^ the boys got their picture.

You guys get back on the bus only to come back to rolls of paper under your seats.

You all sang the “Avengers” song, singing screaming the lyrics dramatically.

Don and Anthony bringing on the vocals.

Before you guys get off the bus you all take a selfie together.

Leaving Chris Hemsworth on the bus and walking off the bus with your heart all warm and fuzzy because you had an amazing time with your boyfriend and your friends :)

This is so long holy shit

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