#sorry if this lags your phone thats what it did to me

[skittle-is-little]

yayayay i was doing art at school (the lesson) when i got a sudden urge to stop drawing the portrait i was meant to do and do a little traditional animating instead

then i did the colouring in on ibis paint in my usual iconic way B^]

OH and i used the version of kanaya from one of my other posts from a month ago thats resurfacing (somehow :'])

[kpop---scenarios]

Into The Night

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 5k

Summary: You never expected to fall for the escort your friend ordered for you.

"It's a very reputable place." Jisoo smiles at you. "Very discreet. I think it would be a good place for you to go." She finishes. 

You stare at her with your mouth wide open as you try to comprehend what she had just said to you. 

"Bitch." You scoff. "Are you trying to tell me to go to a whore house to get laid?" You ask. 

"I mean, you're not the first person to do it. It's not a big deal." She says, shrugging her shoulders. "The guys are hot." She smirks, wiggling her eyebrows. 

You can't help but think about it for a minute. You really did need a good fuck, your vibrator can only do so much. "Fine." You say, crossing your arms. "But your ass is coming with me." You smirk, watching her face drop at what you had just said. 

"But.. I.. " she stutters. 

"No excuses, I fuck a sex worker, you fuck a sex worker. That's the deal." You laugh. You knew she would never do something like that, meaning you'd be off the hook. 

"Fine." She says. "Lets go. Now." She says, ushering you towards the door. "Now or never." 

"How about never?" You nervously giggle. 

"Or now works too. Let's go bitch." She finishes, dragging you out the front door of your apartment to a cafe down the street, to get the process started. 

Little did you know this was going to be the best, but also worst experience of your life. 

** 

Kai smiles as he says goodbye to his latest client, leaving her to relish in the orgasms he had given her, making her scream out his name. He knew he was good at what he did, that's all he was ever told he was good at, so why not make a career out of it. 

Women had always told him he was a great fuck, he had a handsome face but that would only take him so far. The words they told him always stuck with him, replaying over and over in his head. 

"You're a great fuck but thats it." 

"I could never date you. You're not good enough for me." 

It was always the same, with every woman that he met. They were always only interested in him because of his face, or his body. They never cared to get to know him or his likes and dislikes, only how many times could they cum because of him. 

Eventually he said fuck it and gave up on trying to pursue a relationship with women. He began working for an escort company, where he quickly climbed the ladder, becoming the most popular male escort. He made great money, but lived a lonely life despite being with different women. It wasn't the sex that was important to him, it was the connection, the love two people shared. That's what he craved, but he knew he wasn't enough. 

Kai's mind wanders back to just after he graduated from high-school. He had a date with a girl he had loved for the last four years and had tried time and time again to muster up the courage to ask her on a date.

"J-jennie, would you like to have dinner with me?" He asks, his fingers twiddling between each other. 

She smiled at him, but it wasn't genuine, more pitty. 

"Um sure." She half smiles. "I'll meet you at the restaurant." She says, walking away to her friends. Kai thought his heart was going to explode out from his chest. 

He was so happy. 

He wasn't your typical guy, he was shy. He was very quiet and often gave off the vibe of being an asshole, but in all honesty, you just needed to get to know him first but no one ever gave him that chance. 

His date with Jennie went well, the conversation lagged a few times but it had ended with him railing her in the back of his car. 

His muscles flex, the sweat glistening as he props himself up while he thrusts in and out of her, making her scream. 

It was the best night of his life and he thought about her everyday, until he saw her making out with some guy at a party a few days later. All eyes had been on him when he walked into the party, his arrival commencing the whispering between people and the staring.  

"W-what? I thought.. we.." he stutters, lost for words. 

She laughed. And laughed. "Look." She giggles. "You give top notch dick, but you're an asshole. You're not boyfriend material." She spits. 

Kai hangs his head low as he walks out of the party, heartbroken for the first time but not the last. 

He didn't let that one instance ruin his views on relationships and women, no, that came after the same thing happened in college. He had met Mina and she was so beautiful, smart and interesting. He was smitten with her, and when she agreed to go on a date with him, he was over the moon excited. 

"Would you like to get a coffee with me?" He whispers to her, only looking her in the eye once. 

"Sure. Sounds great." She smiles. 

He told himself he wouldn't sleep with her on the first date. Coffee seems innocent enough, but alas, it ended with him ramming into her from behind in an alleyway behind the coffee shop. 

"I had a great time." She smiles, as she adjusts her skirt. "See ya." She finishes, walking away, leaving him standing there slightly confused. 

Kai saw her often, mostly in the middle of the night when she called him and asked him to come fuck her. Whenever he asked to walk her to class or meet up for dinner, she was always busy or unavailable. And if they ever did meet up at her apartment during the day, she always had an excuse as to why he couldn't stay. 

"That was great." She sighs, rolling over onto her back. Kai rolls over, wrapping his arm around her waist, only laying there for a second before she wiggles out-of his embrace and stands at the edge of the bed. 

"What?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. 

"I've got a lot to do. You gotta go." She says, getting dressed and rushing him out of her apartment. 

He wanders around downtown for a bit, trying to think of why she kicked him out so quickly, why she never wants to spend time with him. He's lost in his thoughts until he sees Mina, just down the street walking with her friend. 

With a smile on his face he walks up to her to greet her. 

"Hey you." He smiles. 

She doesn't smile back. Instead, she scoffs, her friend giving him a weird, uncomfortable look. 

"Um." Mina starts, but Kai gets the point. 

"Gotcha." He mumbles, turning around to walk away and that's when he hears her. 

"Who is that?" Her friend asks, laughing. 

"The most amazing dick I've ever had." Mina raves. "But like that's all he's good for." She laughs. "He's so awkward. Could you imagine keeping that as your boyfriend? Talk about being embarrassed all the time." Mina laughs. "And he's studying accounting. How lame. He'd make better money fucking women for a living." She finishes. 

A tear rolls down Kai's cheek as he now vows to himself to never try for a relationship again. Women wanted some good, dominating cock? Then that's what he would give them, that's all that he would give them. 

** 

"Make sure he has brown hair." Jisoo laughs. The two of you sit in a cafe, on your phones choosing an escort for each other. You picked one for her, someone who seemed to fit her type just right, a man named Baekhyun. 

You were nervous about who she chose for you, but you trusted her, mostly. You knew she wouldn't screw you over. 

"Okay done. Meet him in an hour at the Into The Night hotel." She laughs. 

"Seriously? Fuck." You laugh nervously. 

Forty five minutes later you're standing outside the hotel, taking a deep breath. You're the one who needs to get the hotel room and he will knock on the door. You know, this is fine, its simple, its just a fuck. With a stranger. It's fine. 

"A room with a king size bed." You whisper to the front desk clerk who looks at you weirdly as you sweat slightly. 

"Room 5372. Here's your key. Enjoy your stay.. with no bags." He says. 

"Someone will be coming to ask for my room number. Make sure you tell him." You say, clearing your throat. 

"Of course." He says, looking back to his computer. 

**

You sit on the edge of the bed, your fingers twiddling as you wait for the much anticipated knock on the door. And when it came, your heart jumped from your chest. 

Your palms were sweaty as you gripped the door knob, taking a few very deep breaths before you pulled the door open revealing an extremely handsome man. His hair was messy and dark, his shirt unbuttoned just enough for you to see his chest, the muscles in his arms protruding from his long sleeve shirt. 

You go back and sit on the bed, watching him walk in, the bulge in his pants very noticeable. Your breath hitches as your eyes stare at it, unable to look away from it. 

"Hi." He says, his voice deep and rugged. "I'm Kai." He smiles. 

"Um hi, I'm.. um.. Ayn." You stutter. 

"Ayn." He says, a smirk on his face. "How would you like me, Ayn?" He asks. 

"What's your last name?" You ask, your nerves have now fully taken over. "Mines YLN." 

"Kim." He says, cocking his head to the side. 

"Nice, nice. Are you hungry? I'm starving. I'm going to order room service." You say, jolting yourself up and heading to the phone. 

"Wait you're serious?" He asks. 

"Very. I never joke about food." You say. 

"Uh. A burger?" He says, slightly confused about what was currently happening. But he hadn't had dinner and was kind of hungry, so why not?

"Hi, i'd like two cheeseburgers with fries and two cokes." You accidently yell into the phone. "Sorry." You whisper, hanging up. "Like twenty minutes you tell him, slowly walking back towards the bed. 

He nods his head. 

"So.. good times?" You ask, referring to the name of the hotel, a small smile on your face. 

"Yeah, I mean, it's meant for good times, so why not. I thought it was clever when I named it." He smiles. 

"You named it? Do you own the company?" You ask, genuinely shocked. 

"I do." Kai laughs. "I founded Knight Industries a few years ago and built it up." He says, beginning to unbutton his shirt. 

"Umm." You say nervously, thinking of how else you could stall. Honestly, you wanted to see what was under his shirt but you knew where it was going to lead you weren't sure about the stranger thing. 

Knock 

Knock 

"Room service." A voice chimes from outside your door. 

"I better.. get that." You half smile, quickly walking to the door. You open it and a cart is pushed into your room. The man looks confused when he sees Kai standing there, both of you fully clothed. 

"Uh, enjoy." He says, walking out but not before giving Kai a questioning look. 

**

Over the next hour you and Kai talk about one thing, well you talk about one thing and that thing is food. You went on and on while Kai actually sat there and smiled at you as you described to him your favorite dish to make at home. 

"It's so easy to make but tastes amazing. You have to taste it to believe it." You laugh. 

You also talked about what your dream vacation would be. 

"And that's why my absolute dream vacation would be a good tour of Europe. You would get everything." You groan, just thinking about the food made you want to drool everywhere." 

"You can't forget the wine though." Kai laughs. 

"No never, can never forget that." You smile. 

Beep

Beep. 

Your phone alarm beeps, telling you your two hours is up. You give Kai a smile before gathering your belongings. 

"Thanks for this. I had a great time." You smile before leaving the room, leaving him there to respond to no one. 

"Thank you." He whispers.

Kai tries to make sense of what just happened over the last two hours he had spent with you. When he talked you actually listened, you genuinely seemed interested in what he was saying and enjoyed talking to him. Something he had never had, no one ever wanted him, just his cock. 

**

"Wow." Jisoo says, a tired smile plastered on her face, her hair a mess as she limps towards you outside the hotel. "You don't look like you just got fucked." She pouts. 

"But you do." You respond. "I didn't. We talked. And it was really nice." You say, shyly. 

"It wasn't a date Ayn. You were supposed to get laid!" She yells, a little too loudly. 

"Next time. I will. Promise." You say. 

"You're going to have a next time?" She asks, surprised. 

"Would that be weird to request him again?" You ask. 

Before she could answer a very handsome man ran out of the hotel, yelling her name. 

"Jisoo! You forgot this." He smiles at her, his hair disheveled. He slyly hands her a pair of panties, giving her a wink before running back into the hotel. 

"That's Baekhyun." She breathes. "I think I love him." She finishes. The two of you laugh before linking arms and walking back to your apartment, completely missing the man you'd spent time with watching you walk away from him. 

That night you laid in your bed, staring at the request on your phone to meet up with him again. You wanted to see him again, whether you did anything or just talked but did he want to see you was the question. 

You left it alone for the next week, thinking and debating about it everyday. You had the request filled out, but for whatever reason you couldn't bring yourself to press send. 

You felt stupid. You probably weren't even his type, this is what he did for a living, of course he was nice to you, you paid for it. However, he was supposed to fuck you, not spend two hours eating and talking with you. 

After a week you finally pressed that send button, and you confirmed your meeting for tomorrow, making sure to add to meet at a park at sunset. You wondered if he would actually show up. 

**

The next night you sat on the park bench, your bag with a surprise beside you, as you waited for him to show up. The littlest part of you felt like he wasn't going to show up. So when I looked over and saw him walking towards you, your heart skipped a beat. 

He sat down next to you, a smile on his face as he looked at you. "Hi." He says. 

"Hi." You reply, your nerves coming back. 

"We never got around to your favorite food last time." You say, waiting for him to begin talking. 

"Fried chicken." He laughs. "My mom used to make it when I was little, and it's just kind of stuck now." He says, his hands placed on his lap. "She got the recipe when she was in America for a bit." 

"Have you traveled much?" You ask. 

He looked at you like you were crazy when you asked him that, but you really and truly wanted to know more about him. 

"Japan a few times, China and America once, but that was years ago. I've always wanted to go back." He tells you. "Have you been anywhere?" He asks. 

"No I've never traveled anywhere. I've always wanted to though." You smile. 

"I think you'd like Japan. Amazing food." He laughs. 

"Anywhere that has good food has my vote." You smile. "Speaking of food, I brought this for you." You say, pulling out the container of food you made for him. "I really wanted you to try it." You laugh. 

"I-.. wow." He says, looking shocked. Your eyes meet as he remains speechless at your kind gesture. 

Before you knew what was happening, Kai had leaned over and pressed his plump lips to yours, wrapping his hand around the back of your head to deepen the kiss. 

When he pulls away you smile, standing up, your face covered in blush. "We'll have to meet up again so I can refill the container." You smile, walking away, hoping he uses the number you left on the top of the lid. 

** 

3 days. It took him 3 days to text you. After the second day you had completely given up hope on him messaging you, but that was typical of your fashion, never giving enough time to anyone. 

You had woken up early in the morning for work and saw a text from a number you didn't recognize, thanking you for the food and how delicious it was. 

You texted all day after that, about everything. He asked you on a date for that weekend, 8pm on Saturday. You told him you'd love too, and when Saturday rolled around you were terrified. 

Your doorbell rang right at 8pm, and your heart fluttered as you walked towards the door, your heel clicking on the floor. You glanced at yourself in the mirror one more time, satisfied enough with how your makeup and hair turned out, you smoothed down your tight dress before answering the door. 

"Hi." Kai smiles, looking you up and down. "You look amazing." 

"Thank you." You whisper, looking at him in his suit, his hair slicked back. He looked so good. You almost said fuck it and dragged him into your apartment, but you have a little self control, for now. 

On the drive to the restaurant you couldn't keep your eyes off him. The way he slouched in his seat, his legs spread with one hand on the steering wheel, the other one placed on your thigh. You could feel your pussy throbbing as you pressed your legs together, trying to keep yourself together. 

"Are you okay?" He asks, his eyebrow raised, glancing over to you.  

"Yep, all good." You say. 

You knew he didn't buy it. His cologne, how his skin glowed under the moonlight, his plump lips, it was all getting to you and fast. 

** 

At the restaurant you sat across from him, throwing back your third glass of wine as Kai watched you in  amusement. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asks, his chin resting on his hands. 

"Mhmm." You say, gaining a little bit of confidence. You raise your leg under the table, gently caressing his leg with your foot, up and down a few times before you slide off your shoe and work your way up to his thigh. 

Your eyes locked as you moved your foot, you could see his face change, his eyes become darker. 

Every Time you rubbed his leg, you could feel your lips sliding together, reminding you of just how wet you truly were. 

"I'm so wet." You whisper, sticking your hand under the table, sliding it over your pussy before popping it in your mouth to suck off your juice. 

Kai's eyes went black. Right before he could say anything, the waiter came, placing your food in front of the both of you. 

"Anything else I can get for you?" He asks, Kai looks at you, you bite your lip, looking slightly needy. 

"Yeah, can we get this to go please." Kai says, his eyes never leaving yours. A smile spreads across your face as the waiter looks confused but takes your plates away anyways. 

A few minutes later he returns with your food and your bill. Kai pays quickly before placing his hand on the small of your back to guide you out. 

"Are you sure?" He asks, sliding into the driver's seat, starting the car. 

"I want you to fuck me." You moan. Kai groans as he races down the street. "Now." You whisper. 

He turns down an alley, parking in the dark between two buildings, making sure you were out of camera view. 

"Out." He growls. 

You open the door, step outside and walk to the front of the car. You watch as Kai walks around to the front of the car, unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops. His hand rests on your cheek as he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. He backs you up, leaning you against the car and laying you down on the hood of the car. 

He breaks the kiss and stands up. "Hands." He demands. 

You give him your hands, he puts them together and wraps his belt around them tightly. "Put them above your head."  He demands. You do as you're told, your pussy dripping as you wait for what he plans to do next. 

He brings his hand up to your neck, dragging his finger down your collarbone, past your breasts, down your stomach, stopping halfway down your thighs at the hem of your dress. 

"Spread your legs." He says, his voice deep and demanding. You do your best to spread your legs, causing your dress to ride up, exposing your red lace panties. 

Kai lifts your dress more, looking at your panties and smirking. He grabs onto them, moving them to the side, giving him a great view of your lips. 

"Oh my god." You cry, your pussy needing to be touched. 

"Quiet baby girl." He moans as he leans his body on yours. His one hand reaches in-between your thighs, moving between your lips before his thumb grazes over your throbbing clit while he inserts two fingers inside you, slowly. His body rests on yours as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, his other hand covering your mouth to muffle the sound of your moans. 

Kai whispers in your ear as you mumble your muffled cries. "That's a good girl."

As he continues to pump his fingers into you, he moves his thumb in a circle on your clit, making your arch your back. You try to cry out, but his hand catches most of the whimpers as he removes his fingers from inside you, and focuses just on rubbing your clit. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to squeeze your legs together, your orgasm threatening to burst. 

"Cum." He growls, sending you right over the edge, your body shaking as you ride through your high. 

Kai removes his hand from your mouth while staring at you before licking his fingers with a smirk on his face. You slide down the car onto your knees, lifting up your hands so he can untie you. 

You're a bit shaky as you pull down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free. 

Your mouth waters as you stare at the thick, juicy, veiny cock standing straight in front of you. You wrap your hand around the shaft, pumping it a few times before Kai grabs the back of your head, forcing his cock into your mouth, making you choke. 

"Mhmm." He moans. "Choke on that cock." 

He lets you come up for air, just for a second before he shoves his cock back in your mouth and down your throat. Your eyes water as he thrusts in and out a few times before fully pulling out and standing you up. He pushes you down on your stomach against the hood of the car, making you spread your legs with his foot. 

"Ready?" He asks, but doesn't wait for an answer. Instead he grips onto your hips and slams his cock inside of you, stretching you out and giving you no time to adjust to his size. "Such a tight pussy." He groans, his hands holding onto you tighter as your hands are laid out above your head, red marks from the belt very visible but you didn't care. 

Kai never slowed his pace, he fucked you hard and he fucked you good. 

"Shit shit." You cry out as he hits your g spot with every thrust. "P..please don't stop." You cry. You can hear him grunting behind you, making you clench yourself around his cock. 

"Don't stop that." He groans, his fingertip digging into your hips. "Shit." He moans. "I'm gonna..cum." he finishes, pulling out to cum on your ass. "Fuck." He sighs, as he pumps himself a few more times, making sure he rides his high for as long as he can. 

"That was.." he begins. 

"Great." You finish, pulling down your dress. You smile at him as he zips up his pants. "Will you come home with me?" You ask, a little nervous he might say no. 

"I'd love too." He smiles, opening the car door for you. You slide in, and he closes it before running to the drivers side and backing out of the alley way. His arm rests on your thigh for the entire drive back to your apartment, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. 

**

The next morning you wake up to feel a hand wrapped around your stomach with a face buried into your neck. You smile as you remember he came home with you last night, and you smile even harder as you feel his large friend poking you in the ass. 

With a smirk on your face you wiggle your ass against his boner, making his groan. "Tease." He mumbles as he nuzzles his face further to your neck. 

"You can always just slip it in. Cum in my pussy." You whisper, making him raise his head. He reaches down, lifting your leg to go over his, opening you up slightly before he pulls down his boxers, letting his friend free. You arch your back as he guides himself inside of you, slowly thrusting in and out. He hand reaches up and under your shirt, cupping your breast before twiddling your nipples as he pumps his hips. 

"Fuck." You moan as his hand leaves your breasts and moves up to wrap around your throat. His large hands squeeze your neck as he thrusts into you harshly. 

"Rub your clit." He says, demanding you to do so. You reach between your legs and begin playing with the throbbing bud, rubbing it in circles, your pussy tightening around his cock.

"Good girl." He breathes into your ear, his head tightening again around your neck. 

"I'm.. gonna.." you cry. 

"Cum." He demands, breathing the word heavily into your ear. Shivers send down your spine as you orgasm takes over, making you cry out, loudly. 

Kai grunts a few times before spilling his juices inside of you. "Fuck." He sighs, milking himself for everything. 

He pulls himself out of you and rolls out of bed, pulling his pants on. 

"What are you doing?" You ask, confused. 

"I thought you were going to ask me to leave." He says, shrugging his shoulders. 

"Actually." You pause. "I was going to see if you wanted to come to the store with me. I was going to make you some food." You say, sitting up in your bed. "But if you want to go.." you pause. 

"I don't want to go..it's just i'm always asked to leave after." He says. "No one asks me to stay." 

"I'm asking you to stay. Spend the day with me?" You ask. 

The smile on his face could light up an entire city, the two of you so happy in that moment, but little did you know, things wouldn't be so happy in the future. 

**

Things with you and Kai were great for the first couple of months until the two of you had gotten more serious than either of you had expected in such a short amount of time. 

It had only been nine months but you knew with everything you had in your soul that you loved this man more than anything. And you knew he loved you back, but you just couldn't get past his work. 

You knew he didn't love the women he was with, you knew it was only a job but you hated it. You hated that while you thought about him, his dick was inside someone else, making someone else cum, making another woman feel good. And that was the cause of your fights, 99% of the time. 

"Here we go again." Kai sighs, as he grabs a drink from the kitchen. "It's always the same thing." He yells. 

"Yes it is! Why can't you just stop. Stop fucking other women." You yell. 

"It's my job! I founded the company. I built it up from nothing. I can't just walk away from that Ayn. You're asking me to give up alot." He says.  

You take a deep breath. "You know you are so much more than your dick right? You're so special, the way you make people feel is indescribable. But if you only listen to the voices in your head from your past, they will always win. And if you keep doing that, then I won't ever be enough for you. So, when you decide that you’re more than just a sex object, you call me, because you are more than that business. And your business may be booming but baby, you’re dying, I can see that and I hate that you can't. I am trying to fight for more than just us. I'm trying to fight for our future. Either you want or you don't. So let me know." 

With slow steps you walk away, hoping he stops you. 

You close the door hoping he stops you. 

You walk all the way to your car. 

You waited for him to stop you. 

But he never came. 

[halsteadshailey]

So you are seeing someone?

upstead fluff/angst one shot

Hailey meets someone while working with the FBI in New York but when she comes home to her partner, her best friend, how long will that relationship last?

can also be read on wattpad or ao3

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set at the beginning of s8 after hailey gets back from ny (i’m going with hailey being in new york for 4 weeks bcos i’m not sure if they ever told us how long she was supposed to be there but i know tracy she was supposed to be in more fbi eps but cldnt bcos of corona , sorry if this is wrong)

*slight language*

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For the first couple of weeks that Hailey had been out in New York to work with the FBI, her and Jay had FaceTimed religiously. In the morning on the way to work, whenever they could both catch a break at the same time, and on their drives home, most importantly though, once they were both home and settled. It was as close to ‘their thing’ they could get after a long day of work while separated by hundreds of miles.

After about 14 days, Jay was starting to notice something different about Hailey, they were calling less, even her texting game was off. She was starting to be busy more frequently in the evenings and her texts had become rare, short and sweet.

On the Wednesday evening of her third week away, Jay decided to bring it up while they were on FaceTime.

“Hey what’s been going on over there?” he questioned “I feel like we haven’t talked in ages”

Hailey’s brows furrowed a little as she struggled to think of what to say, anything to say to avoid Jay finding out about Liam, she wasn’t ready to tell him and definitely not over the phone when she wasn’t even sure how serious things were.

“Yeah, sorry about that, we’ve had lots of tough cases, I’ve been working late” she said.

Her partner knew she wasn’t telling the truth, he could always tell. However, he didn’t want to push, it wasn’t worth it after the long day that he’d had and he knew that Hailey would tell him whatever it was when she wanted to so he settled on saying:

“Don’t work yourself too hard” with a chuckle.

The two spoke for a little bit longer after that, Jay telling Hailey about all the weird things Kev and Adam have been up to and Hailey realising how much she misses her Intelligence family, not that she would ever tell Jay that.

A few days passed and all the interaction that the detectives had had with one another was through text, but when Saturday came around Jay needed to change that.

It was around 10:30pm when he shot her a text:

‘Hey, I know it’s late but I just got home from a tough case and was wondering if you’re free to call?’

Luckily for him, Hailey replied to Jay’s text only a few minutes later by calling him.

“Hey how are you?” she said when she saw that her partner had connected to the call.

“I’m ok, just needed to do our thing i guess” the emphasis Jay put on the ‘our thing’ was slight, but it was there. “How are y-“ he paused.

“What?”

“You’re wearing make-up, you never wear make-up, am I interrupting something? A date?” Jay teased.

Without thinking, Hailey replied with “As a matter of fact, you texted me just before dessert so it was actually perfect timing”

Jay froze, trying to process that words that he just heard. It’s not like he thought that Hailey wasn’t allowed to go on dates, he didn’t own her. But he was jealous, a lot more jealous that he would care to admit. Deep down he knew that it was his fault, he’d had feelings for Hailey for a long time and didn’t do anything about it because ‘nothing good comes out of a workplace romance’ or whatever bullshit he had told himself.

“Was it not going well? If you wanted to get out of there before dessert I mean” he clarified.

“No, no, it was going great. I just meant it made an ok place to stop so I could check on you” she responded.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have left, if I had known I wouldn’t have texted” Jay said, in an attempt to clear the air. Their conversation had become quite stale and neither of them were willing to accept that it was just awkward.

“Jay, stop” Hailey said, causing her partner to crack a small smile. “If you need to talk to me after a bad case, that’s the only place I want to be. I’m always here for you, even when we’re this far away” the last part was delivered with a bit of scorn.

“Thanks Hailey, and you too” he said, lifting a little bit of weight off both of their shoulders as they began to flow back into normal conversation.

Another week had passed and Hailey had told Jay a little more about Liam, but only if it came up in conversation so currently all he knew was his name and his job and what his coffee order is (he’d heard Hailey getting it for him while they were on FaceTime). She quickly realised that Jay didn’t enjoy listening to her talk about him so she tried to keep it lowkey.

During her last few days in New York, Hailey and Liam came to the mutual decision that they wouldn’t take the relationship any further. They had a lot of fun while it lasted but they both knew that long distance relationships were a lot of effort and with the jobs they had, it would just but impractical.

While she was waiting in the airport for her flight back to Chicago, Hailey found herself saddened by the fact that her and Jay hadn’t texted or called for a couple of days so she opened her phone, pulled up Jay’s contact and called it.

No answer, so she texted.

‘About to board my plane, just wanted to check in’

Jay sent a response quickly.

‘Sorry, deep in a case. Have a safe flight, text me when you land’

She decided to shrug it off but Hailey knew something wasn’t right.

The journey felt like years but after her flight and a taxi ride home, Hailey was finally back in her own apartment in Chicago. It was 2am when she arrived so when she reached her bedroom she quickly changed and got straight into bed, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The next morning she got up, easily slipping back into her normal routine and went to work. Voight had had offered for her to take a few days to get settled back into Chicago and sleep off the jet lag but she politely declined as she just wanted her normal back.

The day went pretty slowly, no major cases, but Jay was acting different and Hailey knew it. When she first showed up at work she got warm welcomes from Trudy and the whole unit but nothing from Jay, they barely said two words to each other all day that weren’t work-related and it was making Hailey a little upset.

Since they had spent most of the day doing paperwork, the team got sent home at a reasonable time. Adam and Kim left together closely followed by Kevin as Voight silently worked in his office.

Hailey entered the locker room where she knew she would find Jay, and she was right.

As she hesitantly walked through the doorway, Hailey spoke. “Can we talk?”

Jay wasn’t facing the door when his partner walked in but, upon hearing her voice, he quickly adjusted his positioning on the bench he had planted himself on to grab his stuff from his locker so he was looking at her.

“Sure” he replied softly, pretty confident he knew what she wanted to talk about.

“Come over to mine in about half an hour?” Hailey asked.

Jay nodded in response and they both grabbed their things and walked to the parking lot together.

They walked in silence but it wasn’t their usual, comfortable, silence. The air around the two was stiff. Either way, it wasn’t long before they reached their cars and headed their separate ways.

Almost exactly half an hour later, Hailey heard a knock at her door. She got up from her position on her couch and went to answer the door, knowing it would be her partner on the other side.

“Hey” Jay said with a weak smile as Hailey opened the door and he walked inside.

He set his jacket on one of the hooks by the door as he always did when he was at her apartment and made his way to her couch.

Sitting in silence on opposite ends of the furniture both detectives waited for the other to talk first and after a few uncomfortable seconds, Hailey decided that it was probably fair for her to talk first seeing as she was the one who wanted to talk to him and she invited him over.

“What is going on with you?” she asked, not wanting to beat around the bush, just getting straight to the point.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on Jay, don’t give me that crap. You haven’t spoken to me at all since I got back from New York so I’m sorry for assuming my best friend would have more to say after I left for 4 weeks” Hailey rebuked at Jay’s easy response.

“I guess I figured you’d wanna catch up with the team rather than talk to me seeing as we spoke to each other so much while you were over there” he said but Hailey knew that wasn’t the truth.

She started to get angrier but did her best not to show it and kept her cool.

“Well that’s a load of bull” she snapped. “We both know that over the second half of my trip we barely spoke, compared to the first two weeks anyway”

“Oh and thats my fault?” Jay jabbed back, beginning to feel anger rise in himself. Still, they both sat in the same spots on the couch and neither raised their voice.

“Well is it mine?” Hailey replied.

“More like your boyfriend’s” Jay murmered without thinking.

Hailey couldn’t believe what he had just said.

“Is that why you’ve been weird for these past weeks?” She asked “You’re jealous of Liam?”

That word ‘jealous’ played with his head but Jay didn’t reply, still regretting even bringing it up.

“Not that its any of your business, but he wasn’t my boyfriend” Hailey hissed and moved her body to a much more upright position, but keeping their eye contact. “It was a two-week fling, it didn’t mean anything” she continued with a quizzical look on her face.

“Wait so you guys aren’t together anymore?” Jay asked, a little taken aback by what his partner had just said.

“No, we ended things the day before I left because we agreed it was just a bit of fun and neither of us had the want to try a long distance relationship.” she said while relaxing back into the couch again.

Silence fell in the room for a moment as Hailey waited for Jay to say something but instead he just stayed where he was and his brows furrowed.

“Is that really why you’ve been acting weird?” she finally asked when she realised Jay had no intention of speaking.

Still not saying a word, Jay shrugged his shoulders a little embarrassed that he had even made this into a thing, it’s not like he could control who Hailey was dating.

“Oh my god will you please say something or I’m abut to get really mad” she exclaimed with a little more volume.

Jay had no idea what he could say without confessing his feelings right there in the middle of her living room so he kept his mouth shut which really pushed Hailey over the edge.

“Jay” she scoffed “for fuck’s sake what are you doing? You’re in no place to act like this because of a guy I dated for like a minute, last time I checked this partnership wasn’t an exclusive relationship and I can date whoever the hell I want” she began to stand up and continued “Just because you’re not looking for someone doesn’t mean I can’t be”

In reality, both of them knew exactly who they really wanted to date and it was none other than the person right in front of them at that very moment but neither were ready to admit that. Or so they thought, Jay’s mind had other plans.

“Who says a haven’t already found them?” Jay whispered, loud enough for Hailey to hear.

That was the second time this evening that Jay had said something that was meant to be kept in his head. ’God I really need to think more before I speak’ he thought.

“What?” Hailey asked, sitting back down.

“I didn’t mean-“ Jay began.

“So you are seeing someone” Hailey cut in.

“What?” his forehead creased “no, I’m not seeing anyone” he said truthfully.

“But you just said you found-“

“You, Hailey” and he did it again, Jay spoke before he could stop himself. However, this time, it proved to work in his favour, as a large smile appeared on his partner’s face.

For Chicago’s best detectives, both Jay and Hailey looked pretty stupid right now. But not stupid in a bad way, stupid in a huge-smile-on-your-face-don’t-know-what-to-say way.

For a second, they both remained still, not entirely sure what had just happened and where to go from there. Then Hailey made a spur of the moment decision and launched herself at Jay.

First she put a hand on his cheek and that was quickly followed by her placing her lips to his and pulling her leg over his knees so she was sitting in his lap and they were face to face.

Without ever breaking the kiss, Jay’s hands momentarily explored Hailey’s body, mainly moving up and down her torso, whereas Hailey kept both hands on his cheeks or gently around his neck, softly touching the hair on the back of his head.

Both were very content as it felt like the whole world was slipping away and they were all that existed. Hailey could feel a huge smile on Jay’s face as they kissed and it only made hers grow wider as their tongues intertwined and they bit at each other’s lips.

Though they had exchanged no words further than Jay implying that Hailey was all he was looking for, neither of them felt it was necessary.

Since they day they had met, the two had gone from strangers, to partners, to best friends, to admitting they trust each other more than anyone else and would follow each other blind. But they had always been Hailey and Jay, and thats exactly what they were that night, nothing had changed between them apart from the enormous weight that was their unspoken love for each other was lifted off their shoulders and they were just Hailey and Jay.

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Pull Up

Bakugo x fem!reader

TW: Swearing, mentions of alcohol but no actual drinking, Bakugo throwing hands

Note: i got this idea from @liltodo

College AU

This was just supposed to be pulling up to his house but the party idea was just spontaneous and happened while I was in the middle of writing so I just went with it

Also, I still aint good at writing fights 💀 it just gets repetitive because its just a lot of punching. And I personally wouldn't wanna read that so im not gonna write it. But enjoy

As of recently, there's been talk of a TikTok video that was going around your campus. You hadn't exactly seen it, which was odd considering everyone said you were the subject of said video.

And no matter how much you asked people for the video, or account no one would tell you or show you. They wouldn't even show your friends.

At this point, you were sure a majority of the campus had seen the video. Even your boyfriend, Katsuki, had heard about it, and he couldn't care less about the media.

But that was least of your worries as of now, because you and your friends were about to go to a party to release the stress of this week. Of course, it was at a frat house party, so you knew most of you were all going to leave wasted and tripping over your own feet.

This is exactly why Katsuki was coming in the first place. He'd never admit it, but it was so he could protect you from random creeps. Denki and Hanta would always say they'd do it so Katsuki could keep to his old man sleep schedule. But inevitably failed, as they'd get distracted by any pretty girl as soon as they walked through the door.

Katsuki also didn't trust Ubers, hence he was also designated driver for the guys while Momo was yours.

"Katsuki, hurry up! The others are waiting for us." You beckoned your boyfriend, turning over your shoulder to see him lagging several steps behind you.

"Don't tell me what to do, this is your fault y'know? I could be asleep right now if you weren't going to this stupid party." He grumbled, stuffing his hands deeper into the pockets of his sweatpants.

"Well, if its that bothersome, then you can go home and sleep." You tested him, knowing full and well that he'd stay.

Katsukis back straightened for a moment, making his face visible as he tilted his hooded head up. He scoffed, before slouching back down into his normal posture.

"Bakubro, Y/n, over here!" You heard Eijiro call. You turned to look ahead, and saw everyone waving in your direction.

You rushed over. You took turns hugging Mina, Momo and Jiro, and as you turned to hug the boys, you realized they were all talking quietly.

"No dude, Katsuki is gonna flip his shit." Kirishima whispered to Kaminari. "Yeah, but like, shouldn't he be allowed to know? Its kinda his business." Sero insisted.

"Whats my business?" Katsuki grunted, brows already furrowed, like he knew he'd be upset about whatever it was.

"N-nothing Bakubro!" Kirishima blurted, jumping back and holding his phone to his chest.

"Kirishima! They both have the right to know!" Mina told him, snatching his phone, and holding it out to you and Katsuki.

The video started, and the 'Let's Link' TikTok audio started. The back green screen picture was a screenshot of one of your Instagram posts. One where you were in a rather form fitting outfit, and in a pose that showed off your body shape.

The whole time during the "I like you" portion of the audio, he was pointing up at your picture, and grinding.

And then cut to a video of you playfully flipping off Katsuki, the boy flipping him off along with you. The whole time, he mouthed "dont give a fuck bout yo boyfriend.".

As the video replayed, you realized you knew the guy in the video. You had a class with him, and tutored him every now and then. And on top of that, the party you were going to was his.

Katsuki must've noticed this too, because he stormed off to his car.

And he must've been beyond mad, because he damn near broke his door with the way he flung it open. Denki, Eijiro, and Hanta all chased after him, somehow managing to not get dragged and/or run over with the way he peeled out before they could even fully get in.

"Holy shit, everyone get to the car." You said, grabbing Momos hand and pulling her towards her car. Mina and Jiro rushed behind you.

You all piled in, and Momo started up the car. You were struggling to keep up with Katsukis speed.

"Momo, go faster!" You told her, hearing Katsukis wheels begin to screech. "But I'm going the speed limit!" Momo told you.

"Would you rather get a speeding ticket or be a murder witness?" You asked her. Momo contemplated for a moment before speeding up.

You arrived at the party at the same time as the boys, thankfully. But before you could even fully stop and park the car Katsuki was already storming towards the front door, the guys chasing after him.

You got out of the car before Momo completely parked, and chased after him.

"Katsuki-" You tried to call out to your boyfriend, who was almost literally fuming. But as soon as you got the last syllable of his name out, he already blasted the front door open.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS JORDAN?!" Katsuki yelled, palms already emitting small explosions.

"Dude, my door-" Before Jordan could get his last word out, Katsuki was on him in an instant. He had Jordan by the collar, raised off the ground, back against the nearest wall.

Katsuki unlocked his phone to display the TikTok he has sent to himself god knows when. "This you?" Katsuki asked Jordan, holding the phone to his face.

"Y-yeah, but i-it was just a joke!" Jordan sputtered. "WELL IT AINT FUCKIN FUNNY. DO YOU SEE ME LAUGHING?" Katsuki barked, making Jordan flinch.

"L-look dude, I'm sorry, it didn't mean anything. I don't want any trouble." Jordan pleaded, beginning to physically shake.

"Yo, Katsuki, its just a video, chill-" Denki tried to soothe Katsuki, placing a hand on his shoulder. "SHUT IT, SPARKY, ITS MORE THAN THAT, THATS MY GOD DAMN GIRLFRIEND." Katsuki shouted, making Denki jump back.

While Katsuki had his head turned, Jordan took the chance to land a blow to Katsukis cheek.

However, it clearly didn't give the effect Jordan expected. All Katsuki did was scoff in his face. I mean, he's been punched by All Might, a basic punch wasn't gonna do much.

After a moment of all of you sitting in fear and suspense, Katsuki slammed Jordan to the ground and started punching him till his face started going purple. The collar on Jordan shirt was holding on for dear life, but Katsuki wasn't letting up.

Eijiro clearly wanted to intervene, but cringed away from the scene upon seeing Jordans swollen face, and hearing Katsuki give him quirk enhanced slaps.

At this point, there was blood splattering in all directions, and you knew you needed to intervene before someone actually got killed.

"Katsuki, that's enough!" You grabbed your boyfriends bicep, pulling it back. You both knew he could've easily shrugged you off and continue, but he decided to calm down for you.

He let go of Jordans tattered collar, standing up straight and taking jagged breaths.

Jordan spit out several teeth, and mouth full of blood, before seemingly passing out.

Katsuki stepped back, turning to you. His bloodied hand grabbed your wrist, and he leaned in next your ear.

"We're leaving." He told you, before tugging you towards the door.

He stopped right before stepping out, turning around to face everyone.

"NONE of you saw shit, and tell dick face to make up a lame excuse. If any of you snitch, ill kill you." He growled, staring to tug you back to the car.

"Fucking bastards..."

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Hands Up With Me Pt. 3

part 3!!! show some love to this on AO3 and Fanfiction.net

"Can you please look again?"

 "I'm sorry Miss but we've looked everywhere."

 They'd been at the airport for at least an hour, waiting at baggage claim. Most everyone has gathered their belongings and left but Julie couldn't leave until…

 "But I swear I brought it with me on the plane," Julie murmured more to herself. In reality, it shouldn't have been that serious. She was 20 years old for goodness sake. But she'd had it since forever. The old fabric and loose stitching forever etched into her mind. It's one of the only living relics her mom had given her before she passed. The thought of it being gone isn't something she could fathom.

 "Miss, we haven't seen a stuffed animal in any of our ports. If we hear anything, we'll let you know." With that, the baggage handler walked away leaving Julie in a mess.

 Honestly, it's just a bear. An old, worn out bear that had been in her life for a long time. She never went anywhere without, always bringing with her on tours and keeping it backstage as a good luck charm before performances. Sometimes it would almost be as if her mom was there with her.

 She knew mentally that her mom would always be with her no matter what. Somewhere in her mind or heart or whatever. But emotionally, that bear was the only other thing that made her feel close to her mom besides music. Mr. Harmelody (when she was younger she stumbled over her words and accidentally combined harmony and melody, somehow the name stuck) was there all the time. And she doesn't know why but she needs it with her.

 "Come on, Julie, it's getting late." Luke laid a hand on her shoulder, pulling her out of her reverie.

 "But…" Julie looked towards the boys and they were almost falling asleep on their feet. It had been a long flight and they still needed to wake up early the next morning for their interview with Carrie. Glancing at her phone, she winced when she saw it was a quarter ‘til one am. "Yeah, okay. Sorry for making you guys wait so long."

 Reggie, who had been leaning on a concrete column, slowly waking at the sound of Julie's voice being directed at him, Alex, and Luke. "No worries, Jules." He gave a tired smile and kicked Alex, jolting him awake.

 "Are we at the hotel yet?" Alex yawned.

 "No, but the cab's outside." Luke grabbed his suitcase and started towards the exit with the boys dragging their feet behind. Julie was lagging behind the three of them sleepily as she tried to rub away the stinging behind her eyes. It's not that serious. Everything will be alright.

...

Everything was not alright.

 Luke had been sitting with Julie for hours trying to come up with lyrics but the girl was dead on her feet. Ever since she lost Mr. Harmelody (he could imagine 3-year-old Julie saying that name in all her adorable cuteness) she'd been so reserved. Her answers would be 3 words or less. And she looked so distracted lately, always looking at her phone anxiously. Like she was waiting for it to ring and tell her the best news ever.

 He knew the significance of the bear, how much it connected it to her mom. But he didn't think the loss of it would affect her this much. She was barely functioning what with all the singing and touring and late nights but she did it all with a smile on her face. Now she had a blank stare and barely said a word to anyone.

 Yeah, he needed to fix this.

 Once Julie left, Luke pulled out his phone and went straight to his text messages, clicking on the group chat with the boys.

 Luke: guys we gotta help julie

 Alexander: Yeah…

 Reginald: Help her with what?

 Alexander: Haven't you noticed that she's been kinda…

 Luke: d e p r e s s e d

 Alexander: ^^^

 Reginald: Oh i thought she was just thinking. I mean thats what i look like when i think too hard.

 Alexander: Nah you look more constipated

 Luke: ANYWAY

 Luke: we need to find Mr. Harmelody

 Luke: any, ideas?

 Reginald: Oooooo maybe we could bribe them

 Alexander: With what? Your stupidity?

 Reginald: *gasp* I take that very offensive

 Alexander: You should

 Alexander: Calling the airport would probably be the best option

 Alexander: Though I think if they found it they would've called

 Luke: right but maybe we just have to be more insistent

 Alexander: Oh wow Luke, broadening your vocabulary lately?

 Luke: haha

 Luke: instead of calling we could like go in there and demand the bear

 Luke: that could work right?

 Alexander: Not if we want to be carried away by airport security

 Reginald: Ngl thatd be kinda fun

 Luke: idk guys but we have to find it. Julie is not okay

 Reginald: Awww yeah for Jules we gotta find Mr. Harmelody

 Reginald: ...I still think bribing them could work

 Alexander: Wait maybe we could bribe them with a concert.

 Alexander: If they search, we play

 Luke: yeah that could work!

 Luke: i'll call flynn so she can set it up. that girl is more intimidating than our actual manager

 All the details would be figured out now but for now…

 "We're coming for you, Mr. Harmelody."

...

Julie was bummed.

 Well to be honest, she was bummed all the time now. It had been a little over a week since Mr. Harmelody has been gone. The fact that she was this upset over a stuffed animal made her feel like a child again. She was reminded of the time she lost Mr. Harmelody when she was 9 years old. Her mom had taken her and Carlos to the town fair and her mom warned her not to bring Mr. Harmelody but at the time she was at the age where her attachment to her belongings was fierce. Julie didn't have a good grip on her bear for the dropdown ride and Mr. Harmelody went flying from her hands and through the air.

 As soon as her legs were on solid ground she went running in the general direction of where the bear flew, leaving her mom and Carlos to follow behind her as tears trailed down her face. After an hour of crying and searching, Rose found Mr. Harmelody lodged underneath a vendor cart for funnel cake.

 Maybe she had been a little dramatic back then, especially when she cried "my life is ruined" in her mother's embrace. But all the memories and love engraved in that bear seemed to be lost without it with her.

 Just as they seemed lost right now.

 Walking through the hallway of her apartment building, Julie heard voices from behind her door.

 "Shhh."

 Furrowing her eyebrows, she placed her ear against the door gently so as not to alert the people inside the apartment of her presence.

 "Okay, I'm gonna set up the camera."

 "Reg, we don't need to record this."

 "Are you kidding? The fans will eat this up. A touching JATP moment, if you will."

 "I will not."

 Hearing enough, Julie unlocked the door and wandered in.

 "Julie!" Luke yelled, surprised.

 There Alex, Luke, and Reggie stood looking as suspicious as ever.

 Hesitantly, Julie continued her trek inside. "Hey…" She spoke wearily.

 "Did we figure out how we're gonna present it to her?" Alex asked after a brief moment of silence as Julie stared at them skeptically with her arms crossed.

 "Uh no. Not really." Reggie responded, still looking at Julie with a smile on his face.

 "What's going on?"

 The boys looked at each other as if making a small agreement as they nodded their heads slightly. Luke had both his hands behind his back, clearly holding something. He stepped up to her and proceeded to show her Mr. Harmelody in all of his stuffed glory.

 Everything was the exact same. The same worn clothes and stitches that were begging to be replaced, albeit a little dirtier than before. Julie reached a hand to touch the fluffiness of the soft bear, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

 "How did you…"

 "Let's just say we're gonna be performing a private concert at the airport on Thursday." Luke smiled, proudly at her.

 Julie barely even heard him. She quickly gathered the bear from Luke's hands and clutched tightly to her chest, closing her eyes at the familiar yet nonexistent embrace of Mr. Harmelody. She bent her legs until her knees were fully folded against her chest, pushing the bear closer against her as her arms tightened around it.

 Tears streamed down her face freely and she almost didn't register the feeling of her boys kneeling around her. The proximity brought even more comfort.

 "Thank you." Julie croaked out, her eyes still shut firmly.

 "Anytime, Jules." Alex rubbed her back as she cried softly.

 Once her cries ceased, Julie looked up with puffy eyes at each of the boys who surrounded her. "Mr. Harmelody says thank you too." She grinned brightly.

 "Aw," Reggie spoke as he placed his arms around all three of them. "I can't wait to put this on Instagram."

...

The next day Julie got an Instagram notification that she was tagged in a post from Reggie. The caption read:

 "JATP moments like this>>>"

 Julie smiled down at her phone when she saw a picture of the four of them kneeled on the carpet floor of her apartment gathered in a warm hug. Obviously, he chose not to post the full video, wanting to keep some parts of their lives separate from their fanbase.

 After taking a look through the comments, she finally decided to comment one of her own.

 “Mr. Harmelody is back in commission!"

 lukepatterson replied to your comment: "damn right!"

 alexmercer replied to your comment: "The unofficial member of Julie and the Phantoms"

 Julie grinned happily as she laid her phone on her coffee table. Mr. Harmelody may have been her source of comfort then but now? She had her boys.

hope yall enjoyed!

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LIVE REACTION TO NIGHTMARE TIME EP 1

Idk if anyone would even be interested in reading this but as I was watching the show last night I kept writing down my reactions on my notes so here we are

*this is all in caps idk why just roll with it*

THE OPENING SONG IS SUCH A BOP OMG NICK LANG HIMSELF ?????? MONSTER FUCKER RIGHTS ???? HIDGENS ENTRANCE HOW ICONIC "LUCY IS HAVING NONE OF IT" I LOVE THAT OMG JOEY PLAYING KONK (?) IS SUCH A POWER MOVE I LOVE THAT THE BEGGINING IS JUST TARZAN FANFIC SKSKSKSKS MARIAH IS TEXTING JOHN (?) AND HES LAUGHING SM WE LOVE A COMEDY QUEEN I LOVE THEM USING THE ZOOM BACKGROUNDS SKSKSKS KONK IS AWFULLY CLOSE TO COCK AND I THINK ITS ON PURPOSE ?? SPECIALLY WITH THE LAG I HAD TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE SOMETIMES SKSKSKS SOMEONE JUST SAID "TED'S ORIGIN STORY" ON CHAT AND I LOST IT !!!!! COULD YOU IMAGINE ???? HANDSOME LADY ? I MEAN SURE TIGHT JOHN IS LOSING IT FUCK MAN, SAME CURT OMG THAT ACCENT OOOOOOOOHHHH BOY I KNEW IT WAS HER FIANCEE SHIIIIT WE CANNOT TRUST HIM I KNOW THIS !!! "ENTAGLED" SKSKS WHAT SIR HES GAY CHILL OUT WHATS THE YEAR, IT FEELS SO OLD TIMEY "I'D SAY YOU HAD FEELINGS FOR THIS APEMAN" OOOOOOOHHHH DONT U SAY JONATHAN IS A PUSSY BITCH I CAN TELL LUCY JUST DROP IT OH SHE ACTUALLY DID ????? FUCK IT UP BABE

(I JUST ACIDENTALY DELETE HALF OF WHAT I WROTE SHIT, ILL HAVE TO REWRITE IT FROM MEMORY) WHAT THE FUCK THEY WERE TRICKING US??? THEY CALLED IT, WHAAAAAAAAT WDYM "PLAY THE PROFESSOR" IS HE NOT A PROFESSOR WHAT ALTERNATE REALITY IS THIS I NEED TO KNOW

ARE THEY GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM WHAT??? SINGING LONDON BRIDGE WHILE CHASING SOMEONE IS MY FAV SCARY TROP HAHAHHA YEEEEESSS "TOOK OFF WDYM" GIRL HE IS HOLDING A GUN WHAT DO YOU THINK "WDYM" WHY DID HE KEEP THE KONK ACT AFTER LUCY LEFT SKSKSKSKS TED WTF SKSKSKS "I DO SOME OF MY BEST THINKING WHEN IM ERECT" HAHAHAHA TED LIKES TO BE A HIMBO THATS GREAT IS HE GOING TO KILL TED ?? AAAAAAAHHHHHH TED HE HAS A GUN PLZ DONT TEST HIM HE HAS ALREADY KILLED A MAN OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK RECAST???? WHO IS TAKING TED'S ROLE ????? OH SO ITS NOT OLD TIMEY AFTER ALL RED SOMETHING???? OH TED'S GONNA PROPOSE IS SHE GONNA SAY NO? SHES GONNA SAY NO RIGHT ? FUUUUUUUUCK HAHAHHAHA WHY IS HE NAKED ??? JAHAHHAHA WHAT WHAT IS HAPPENING TED WHAT ? "PROFESSOR SHOULD GO FUCK HIMSELF" HAHAHAHA PORNHUB PREMIUM ACCOUNT HAHAHAH "OOOoooOOoOoOoOoOohhHhhHh BUT IT IS" FUCK NO DONT KILL HER OOOOOOOOOHHHH TED'S DEAD SHIT OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH ROBERT'S ACTING IS *CHEF'S KISS* DAMN OH SHIT TED *NOW* TED IS DEAD FUCK HIDGENS IS HERE NOOOOOOOOOOO IS HE GONNA KILL HER ??? OH SHIT OH FUCK LUCY'S CAUGHT IN  A BEAR TRAP WHY ARE PPL SAYING WORKING BOYS IN THE CHAT ??? OH THATS WHY !!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHH MINE IS A LITTLE BEHIND IS SHE BROKE ??????? OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHA I KNEW IT HIDGENS GOT PLAYED THATS ON YOU BUDDY OH FUCK HIM UP LUCY ! BECKY BARNES ????? HATCHFIELD LORE ???? WAS SHE RUNNING AWAY FROM HIS HUSBAND IS THAT WHY SHE CLIMBED A TREE APE MAN SHOW UP PLZ WHO IS IT THO ?????? JEFF HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK JESUS CHRIST APE MAN YEEEEAAAHHH WOOLY FOOT ?????? IS IT CHUMBY???? OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH HAHAHA YEEEEAAHHH HOW DID HIDGENS KNOW ????? OH IS IT OVER ?????? NOOOOOOOOOOOO I WANTED MORE ;-----; THIS WAS SO GOOD THO OOOHHH FUCK ANOTHER MUSIC NUMBER JAMIE YOU LOOK AMAZING !!!!!!!!!! I CANT WAIT FOR THESE SONGS TO BE AVAILABLR FOR US (IN LIKE 3 YEARS CAUSE IM BROKE SKSKSKSK) HE DANCES THE CAN CAN ?????? OKAY I SKIPPED A BIT TO BE ON TIME WITH EVERYBODY "ARE YOU FUCKKING HIGH????" YEEEEEEEEEAH PART 2 BABEY !!!!! NICK'S HAIR LOOKS AMAZING OMG OH ???????? BILL AND ALICE !!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD I MISSED THEM !!!!!!!!! OH THE TEEN ANGST I LOVE BILL SM HE'S SUCH A GOOD DAD DEB ????WHY WOULD U HURT BABY ALICE LIKE THIS ???? "I MIGHT NEVER SEE DEB AGAIN" GOD ALICE CHILL OUT LET HER BE A PLAY WRITER BILL CMON "MY BUDDY PAUL" AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH BLINKY ??? I DONT TRUST THAT AT ALL FUCK NO JOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHNNNN I DONT TRUST HES CHARACTER THO OOOOHHH LOVE DISCOUNTS I DIDNT LIKE THE WORKER CALLING HER PRINCESS THO, SHES BILL'S DAUGHTER NOT YOURS OOOOOOHHHHHH NO OH NONONONOONO BILL IS GOING TO DIE I JUST KNOW IT BLINKY IS EVIL I CAN FEEL IT ALICE NO NO LITTERING WHORE JAMES !!!!!!!!!! ALICE IS ALSO GOING TO DIE MAYBE RIGHT NOW WHO KNOWS BLNKY WTF SHE IS A MINOR WTF AAAAAH I DONT LIKE IT HERE JAMES ILY BUT THIS CHARACTER IS CREEPY AS SHIT I DONT LIKE IT HAHAHAH TIGHT LOVE THEME PARK STUPID SHIRTS "I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE FUNNY" HAHAHAHAH DROWSY TOWN ? THE CHAT PULLED MY ATTENTION TO THAT BUT I DONT GET WHY ? IS THIS BAD "I'D FOLLOW YOU ANYWHERE" THIS IS SUCH A DAD THING TO SAY OH ALICE CMON DONT SAY THAT BILL CUT IT OUT WITH DECIDING YOUR KIDS FUTURE THATS NOT FUN OH GOD I DONT TRUST THAT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO NO "AHOY BOYS AND GIRLS" NO NONONONONO UNCLE WILEY FUCK OFF THE SNIGGLES NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUUUUUUUUUCK NOOOOO AHHHHHHHHHHHHH "WE'RE THE SNIGGLES DONT BE SCARED" YOU KNOW WHAT SNIGGLES I AM SCARED BUT HELL YEAH SONG TIME OOOOOOOHHH FUCK IT UP JAMES OH ARE THEY GONNA LIKE GIVE THE AUDIENCE A SLEEP INDUCING DRUG OR SOMETHING ??????? "DONT BLINK" AHAHAHA I DONT TRUST THAT AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH "GREAT WE'RE DEAD" HAHAHAH THE SONG WAS A BOP THO "WHAT ARE THE SNIGGLES?" GREAT QUESTION ALICE "NOW U KNOW HOW I FELT WHEN I HAD TO SEAT THROUGH DEH" HAHHAHAHA "SEE U IN A SNIG" HAHAHA SNIGGLETTE ???U OKAY BBY??? OOOOOOOOHHH MORE SONGS HELL YEAH I LOVE ANGELA'S VOICE SM THE SNIGGLE PUNS ARE KINDA CONFUSING ME NGL WHY WAS THAT SO SAD OMG OOOOOOOH SHIT OH FUCK THEYRE GONNA KILL HER I JUST KNOW IT OMG "PRAISE THE WATCHER" OH MY GOD PLZ DONT KILL HER "UNTIL HE'S SEEN EVERYTHING" W H A T LAUREN'S VOICE SKSKSK SO CUTE PAPA SNIGGLE I DO NOT TRUST YOU THOSE ARE ALIVE ARENT THEY ????? OH FUCK SNIGGLETTE IS SHE OKAY ????????? "ANGELA R U ALRIGYT" WHAT "SHUT UP JEFF" OH MY GOD I DONT LIKE WHEN THEYRE SELF AWARE SKSKSKSK " U CAN SHUT THE HELL UP LAUREN" HAHAHAHA BILL OMG HE'S SUCH A DAD HAHAHAHAH ALICE IS SO NICE DO THEY NOT KNOW "ARON AROOON" HAHHAHA OH CHURROS I LOVE THOSE THE GIRL SHE DOESNT LIKE ?????? OH NON BINARY RIGHTS LOVE IT "IS THIS A FRIEND OF ZIGS" OH LOVE RESPECTFUL DAD DEB NOT COOL OH ALICE SHIT ALICE BBY IF SHES CHEATING ON YOU THATS NOT ON UR DAD STOP SHITTING ON HIM LIKE THIS "ITS UR MOTHERS FAULT" OH MY GOD HAHAHHAHA GREG AND ALISON ? AND BETH ?? DOES BETH LIKE HER ????OH NOOOOOO GREG NO U SHITTY SON OF A BITCH GOD FUCKING PUNCH HIM OH  NO HAHAHA FUCK NO THEYRE ALL POSESSED ARENT THEY THATS THE TEEN FROM THE MOVIE THEATER HAHAHHA "it lagged ;-; now we wait" A MAN IN A HURRY HAHAHAHHA OH SHIT BILL IS MAD IS HE POSESSED TOO ??????? OH SHIT WHATS HAPPENING BLINKY ????????? OH NO OH NO SHES GONNA HAVE A PANIC ATTACK THEYRE GONNA BE FINE RIGTH ??????? RIGHT ???? BREATHING EXERCISES BABY CMON OH NO PLZ DONT DO ANYTHING STUPID BILL NOOOOOOOOOOO BILL PLZ DONT DIE AGAIN I LOVE YOU SM PUT UR SEATBELT BACK ON PLZ NOOOOOOOOO OH THEYRE BOTH GOING TO FALL ARENT THEY OH NO OH MY GOD OH SHIT PHONE IS BROKEN OOPS AWN IM GONNA CRY PLZ LET THEM SURVIVE I BEG YOU NICK LANG OOOOOOOOH TWILIGHT BUT GAY I AM *HERE* FOR IT OOOOOH THANK GOD THEYRE SAFE THANK YOU NICK LANG BILL YOURE SUCH A GOOD DAD OH GOD SHIT ALICE CHILL OUT ITS JUST A PHONE BABE "SHE KNOWS IM WATCHING HER" I DONT TRUST THAT IS *SHE* POSESSED OR IS THIS JUST TEEN ANGST ALICE UR DAD IS TRYING HIS BEST PLZ CUT HIM SOME SLACK OH MARIAH TURNED HER CAMERA OFF OH DEAR GOD WHAT DOES THAT MEAN HAHAH I LOVE LIVE BLOOPS OH MY GOD BLINKY IS TERRIFYING FUCK NO DO NOT GET THAT WIGGLY JUNIOR BILL DONT HOW ??????? OH MARIAH IS BACK WHAT DOES THIS MEAN ??????? WHY CANT BILL GET THE MALLET THING DONT TAKE IT YES SMART LAUREN ? SKSKKSS WHAT MADAM IRIS I DO NOT TRUST YOU WHAT ?????? IS THAT ALICE'S PHONE ???? BILL DONT GET SCAMMED OH ITS AN ALL SEEING IPHONE ALICE CHILL PLZ IS HE GONNA DIE ????? PLZ NICK DONT DO THAT ALICE DONT DONT KILL UR DAD 49.95 AGAIN BILL PLZ TRY ANOTHER GAME JAMES DAMN THATS RUTHLESS BILL WHAT AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH IS THAT REAL ???????? IT CANT BE ??????? OH ITS NOT REAL ARE THEY MAKING THEM HATE THEIR FAMILIES AND KILL EACH OTHER ?? A TENDER KISS ON THE CHEEK FROM A DEMON HOW NICE GUYS PLZ JUST GO TO THERAPY I BEG U WHAT ARE U GONNA DO BILL? KICK HER HEAD ??????? (SORRY I HAD TO) BLINKY'S FUNHOUSE THAT SOUNDS WARM AND COMFORTING THIS IS LIKE THE OPPOSITE OF NOT UR SEED FIGHTING IN THE MIRROR PART OF A FUN HOUSE IS ALWAYS A GOOD HORROR MOVIE TROPE OH FUCK ARE THEY GONNA WAKE UP OH FUCK PLZ WAKE UP ESCAPE THIS ALIVE YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH OH SHES GONNA SHOOT HIM ISNT SHE ????? SHES GONNA SHOOT HIM I JUST KNOW IT HES AWAKE SHES NOT IS BLINKY GONNA KILL THEM ?? OOOOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK I KNEW IT OH HELL YEAH ALICE FUCK IT UP ARE THEY GONNA DROW ?? OH NO OKAY DID THEY SURVIVE ???? IS SHARED TRAUMA GONNA SAVE THEIR RELATIONSHIP SKSKSKKS THEY SURVIVED !!!!!!!!! THANK YOU NICK LANG (AGAIN) WAIT HOW DID SHE GET HER PHONE BACK ? OH MADAM IRIS DID GIVE HER PHONE BACK AWWNNNNNNNN ALICE THIS ONE HAD A HAPPY ENDING YAY WELL IG THE OTHER DID TOO BUT NOT FOR THE CHARACTERS WE KNEW

THIS WAS SO GOOD I LOVER STAKID !!!!!!!!!!! I JUST WISHED I WASNT BROKE SO I COULD PAY FOR THE NEXT ONES KSKSKSKSK WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU GUYS TO DO YOUR REACTIONS FOR THE NEXT ONES !!!

I HEARD GREG AND IT WAS CRAIG SKSKKSSK OOPS

*from this part on is reactions from after the show when starkid was answering questions from the chat*

YEEAAH VOTE FOR BIDEN HELL YEAH STARKID

"THE WITCH IN THE WEB" WEBBY ???????? DO WE GET TO SEE HANNAH AGAIN ?????

A THEORY ON TUMBLR FROM REDDIT ON A INSTAGRAM ACC ON YT OH MY GOD SKSKSKSKKS

THE STORIES ARE CANON !!!!!!!!! THEORIES LETS GO GANG

STARKID FANS WHO CAN DONATE TO STARKID PLZ DO I WISH I COULD DONATE TO THESE TALENTED PPL G O D

I WAS CORRECT IT WAS KONK WITH A K

NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE YES!!!!!! WORKING BOYS !!!!

"NICK LANG IS A BOSS"

MARIAH: SAYS FUCK AS ALICE ALSO MARIAH: GEEKED THE *FREAKED* OUT

TIP JAR HAS BEEN OUT FOR 11 YEARS HELL YEAH

HOW TF DO YOU SPELL ZIGGS BTW

OOOHHH THEYRE FAKE THAT MAKES SENSE OK NOT FAKE COMFIRMED BUT PROBABLY FAKE LETS HOPE DEB DIDNT ACTUALLY CHEAT

"WELL I WAS BORN IN 1989" HAHAHAHA

BECKY CLIMBED WHILE RUNNING FROM HER HUSBAND I FEEL LIKE THATS WHAT THATS ABOUT

OH GOODIE I GET TO WATCH THEM LATER IDK WHEN BUT AT LEAST IK SOMEDAY

BLINKY VS WIGGLY

OH CMON NICK I WANTED TO KNOW ;-;

THIS WAS SO NICE I MISSED THEM ;-;

[artificialqueens]

The Goode Case, 14/14 (Multi) - Juno

Chapter Summary: Jaida, Brita and Jackie try to plan for the three of them to go bowling. Of course, that might not work out quite as planned!

(A/N: So ….. this is the end of TGC! It’s the epilogue, and I wanted to give them all an ending, so here it is. I’ve been so blown away by the support I’ve received for this fic, even though it’s completely insane and no one asked for it! Thank you to everyone who has left me a like, kudos, comment, or just read it and enjoyed it. It really does mean the world! xo Juno)

Tuesday 14thNovember

7.09PM

Brita:Do u want to go bowling this Friday? Xx

Jackie:The three of us??

Jaida:I don’t think three is quite enough sis. Not for a good game. We’ll be done in half an hour!

Brita:LOL if that’s a hint then yes u can ask Jan xx

Jaida smiled to herself. If she hadn’t been thinking it before, she definitely was now. She was having a great time getting to know who Jan was, and what made her tick, these past ten days or so. Hearing Jan’s unbelievable singing voice at full pelt in Jan’s little Fiat 500. Playing around doing lay-ups at the basketball court and normally losing to Jan, even thought she was the shorter of the two. Getting their legs tangled in the sheets at the end of the day …

Oh yes. Jaida had enjoyed every minute.

Jackie:Ok, I don’t need to read minds to see how this will go……..

Jaida: lmao really? X

Brita:Enlighten us Jacqueline xx

Jackie:Obvs we three want to go

Jackie:Jai invites Jan

Jackie:Brita wants to invite a gf if Jai is inviting one

Jackie:So now Aiden is coming

Jackie:Aiden always brings Crystal

Jackie:Crystal always brings Gigi

Brita:Aiden isn’t my gf

Jaida:and Im Oprah

Jackie:LOL!

Brita:shush Jai xx

Brita:we just had a couple dates so far thats all xx

Jackie:Ok so I actually laughed

Jackie:Heidi & Nicky heard me

Jackie:So they invited themselves

Jaida:oh that’s cool no problem x

Jackie seemed to see more of Heidi than Jaida did right now. Jaida might have felt strange before, the thought of her friend and her colleague mingling, no careful divide in her mind; but that was fading fast. Nicky had started teaching Heidi some useful French, rather than just more swearing, and now they were organising for Nicky to come into Heidi’s kindergarten class with some basic French for the kids.

As for Brita … well, if there was one thing Jaida had learned about her through the Goode case, it was that she often had a slightly devious ulterior motive in these innocent suggestions. And although Jaida still didn’t feel as if she knew Aiden very well yet, she’d noticed that Brita had never spent more time daydreaming in the office; prompting a few pens being thrown at her by Jackie all last week.

Brita:How many is that? I suck at math lmao

Jackie:is that nine?

Jackie:one more to make it even??

Jaida: Dahlia, I said I would organise something with her

Brita: sis u cant invite Dahl without Rock xx

Jackie:Ok look

Jackie:We can’t have eleven

Jackie:That’s an even weirder number than 3!!

Jackie:Maybe we should stick to us 3

Jackie:No friends

Jackie:no gfs

Jackie:No psychics

Brita:no psychics? So we not going either?? LOL

“Hey, Jaida.” Widow came out of her room, waving to Jaida on the couch, as she walked past to the kitchen. Jaida gave her a smile and a wave back.

Widow was still walking a little slower than usual, but finally getting back into a routine. She’d flown back from KC on Sunday night, but even the week before that, she’d seemingly made some progress. She had even started coming to talk to Jaida, feeling a bit more comfortable sharing things with her.

Jaida was struck with inspiration.

Brita:also Jackie why cant u just type a message in one line Xx

Jaida:I got it, my housemate Widow to make it 12 x

Jackie: Who?

Brita:yeah u may not have met her yet

Brita:Jai I thought u said she doesn’t like big crowds xx

Jaida: something tells me things may change x

Friday 17thNovember

7.25PM

“Child, I still don’t get why it’s called football.” Jaida teased Jan, as they sat waiting for their turns to come back round. Heidi was lining up her shot in the distance, but neither Jaida nor Jan knew the scores at this moment. “They don’t even use their feet! They use their hands! And it’s not a ball! It’s an egg! Hand-egg!”

“Jai, if you insult my precious Patriots one more time, I’ll –“

“Jan! Focus!” Heidi was calling her. “Your shot, boo!”

“Be right back after I hit a strike!” Jan reached over to kiss Jaida gently on the lips.

“Oh, so you’re not coming back?” Jaida tutted, unable to stop the grin spreading across her face. Jan playfully slapped her arm and grinned back at her.

The aisles were only good for six people each, so they’d booked two beside each other, and it looked like couples’ night in the opposite lane. Brita’s impressive round of strikes and spares was almost matched by a few strikes from Crystal, all of which she claimed were flukes. She hadn’t stopped laughing all evening, clinging to Gigi, who smiled coolly and pushed her hair out of her eyes whenever Crystal did so. Gigi herself was making a respectable score behind the two of them, claiming to just have a magic touch.

Dahlia, however, kept sinking almost every ball into the drain and sulking as she did so, going into the sixth round with only seven points on the board. Aiden, whose twelve points were almost as bad, ended up insisting on the fences being raised after her third straight round of hitting nothing, prompting Rock to hit trick shots for the rest of the evening, bouncing her bowling balls between the fences and making her turns take twice as long.

It was Widow who came to sit in Jan’s empty seat, the mischievous glint in her eyes slowly returning as the days went on. Jaida returned her smile, and Widow reached and rubbed Jaida’s forearm.

“Thanks for inviting me, sis,” she muttered. “It’s – it’s a good night.”

When Jaida had asked, Widow had hesitated in coming out as part of a large group. Following Tori’s funeral the previous weekend, Widow had insisted on a quiet time all week. But the crowd brought her straight in, particularly Heidi and Brita, who she had already met. She even seemed to click with Jackie almost immediately, both of them shrieking with glee at discovering a mutual love of Overwatch and swapping Xbox names to link up later.

But Jackie and Widow were already competing. On the scoreboard in their lane, Widow was leading the team, but only by two points, with Jackie right behind her, almost matching every single strike. Jaida was enjoying seeing them show competitive sides that they rarely did, both of them playing up the competition by pointing menacingly at each other after each turn. Jaida, Jan, Heidi and Nicky were all lagging behind them, all in a cluster, but none of them minded; they were far too amused by Jackie and Widow to care.

Jaida looked at all their names altogether on the scoreboard, and the other names on the other lane. It still felt a little weird, but Jaida was actively trying to focus on it, and tell herself that it was all good. The separation she’d held onto for so long had crumbled, and here they all were – friends, colleagues, housemates, girlfriends – all in the same space.

And bringing her friends together, into one space in her life, made Jaida feel a lot more complete.

She grinned at Widow and turned to watch Jan, who was picking up every spare bowling ball and testing their weights, before commenting on the balls all being too big and settling on the lowest weight. Jackie, next to her, was giggling at her comment.

“You like them, now that you met them?”

“I hate to admit it, but yeah,” Widow chuckled. “They’re all really, uhm –“

“Exuberant? Energetic?”

“Loud,” Widow chuckled again. “I’m getting a headache. But – they’re all so nice as well.”

They were interrupted by a whoop of joy and a leap in the air; Jan had somehow managed a strike with her tiny ball and was twirling on the spot, her blonde hair spinning a whirlwind round her face and shoulders.

“Your girlfriend – Jan – is she your colleague as well?” Widow motioned to Jan.

“No, I met her through Brita.”

“And the three students? Sorry, I can’t remember their names.”

“I can’t discuss the case, but I met them through work.”

“And the girl with blue hair?”

“That’s Dahlia’s girlfriend, Rock.”

“Rock?” Widow repeated. “As in, rock solid? Rock ‘n’ roll?”

“Yeah,”

Widow’s eyes moved between them all on the opposite lane. Gigi was lazily twirling a finger through one of Crystal’s curls, while Crystal gazed enraptured at the scoreboard, for once still and silent; Gigi seeming to be the only person able to quieten her. Aiden, whose turn it was, held a bowling ball to her torso and was trying to keep a straight face as Brita, stood next to her, held another ball and was somewhat innocently demonstrating which fingers were best to use for the holes.

In their own lane, Jan and Jackie were calling to Nicky, whose turn it was; but Nicky was curled under Heidi’s arm in the booth next to them, her long legs swung over Heidi’s lap, holding her phone and scrolling down while they both stopped for a few seconds, chuckling at whatever was on the webpage they were going through.

Jaida smiled at Widow’s bemused expression. “You’ll get used to them.”

——

THE END

[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Someone Special - Harry Styles Christmas Series (Part 5)

Part 4

The Next Week

You were currently in the studio recording the songs you had written during your short stay in New York. Tuesday morning was slowly approaching as you sang another take of the last song before you were ready to call it night. When your producer gave you a thumbs up, you took off your headphones and left the booth. 

You sipped some water, while you waited for her to playback the song. You sat down as you listened to the rough cut of the song. Vocally it was perfect, but you knew there was a lot that would need to be added in before it sounded the way you wanted it to. 

“So, what do you think?” You asked. 

“I think we’ve got all the songs we need to make this your best album yet,” she said. “But I do have a question for you.”

“What’s that?” you asked. 

“What happened while you were in New York?” She asked. 

You froze looking over at her, “What do you mean?” 

“I mean before you left all the songs we had for the album were miserable, woe is me, songs,” she said. “Now, those are fucking brilliant and ace, but then you got in a funk. I was all for you getting a new change of a scenery and getting out of LA, but there’s no way just a simply stay in a swanky NYC hotel produced those songs.”

“And why don’t you believe that?” You asked not making eye contact with her. 

“Well, I mean, it’s not like there weren’t pictures of you out with Harry fucking Styles at an SNL afterparty,” she said. “So, I’m thinking that might have helped.” 

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” you said. “Yes, I met him while I was in New York. Yes, we hung out a few times and yes, I went to SNL and to the afterparty, but I highly doubt that has anything to do with me getting out of my writer’s block.” 

“When did you write the first song?” She asked. “Was it before or after you met Harry?” 

You didn’t answer right away because you knew once you did she would think she was right. And once she thought she was right, she would then ask if something happened between the two of you. Now, while nothing happened, something almost did happen, though and you really didn’t want to get into that with her right now... or ever. 

“After,” you sighed. 

She smirked crossing her arms, “How soon after?” 

Fuck, you thought to yourself. 

“The next morning,” you said. “But it still doesn’t mean anything.” 

“Weeeelllll, I wouldn’t say that,” she said. “What happened between you two?” 

“Nothing,” you said. “We’re friends... we were just getting know each other.” 

“With or without clothes?” She smirked. 

“Seriously?” You cocked an eyebrow. 

“I’m sorry! I’m joking... mostly,” she said. “But either way, whatever did happen or didn’t happen, meeting him seemed to be a good thing for you. You definitely came back in different state of mind.” 

“I’m not exactly sure how I should take that,” you laughed. 

“Take it as a compliment,” she smiled. 

“Thank you,” you said. “Well, I think I’m going to head out of here and hopefully get home before the sun rises. Same time tomorrow though?” 

“I’ll be here,” she said. 

“Sweet,” you said. “I’ll see you then.” 

After gathering your things, you walked out of the studio, getting into your car and heading home. During your drive, Alexa’s words replayed over in your head, which brought you back to the almost kiss that happened with Harry. And not only did you have that to think about, but there were also photos of you and Harry arriving at the party together, which has brought on a lot of rumors you don’t need. 

You weren’t shocked about the photos because there were tons of cameras there, so you knew it would happen, but having that add on to the fact you almost kissed him is taking things to a new level. Since leaving New York, you pushed what happened that night to the back of your mind. Traveling, unpacking, and getting used to the jet lag and then working in the studio, gave you the distraction you needed. 

But now, you are lsat in your thoughts. You still thought it was simply just a in the moment and perfectly normal human attraction thing and a not you have feelings for him thing. There was no way it could be the latter because you just met him and barely even knew him. Yet you found yourself ignoring Harry. 

He had sent you a couple of texts and called you once since that night, but you haven't responded. He had told you he was in LA for a few days before he had to head back to the UK and he wanted to hang out with you. You felt bad not answering him, but whenever you thought about seeing him again you felt this strange feeling come over you.

So, instead fo typing out a response, you simply busied yourself. You pulled into your driveway when you got to your house and headed inside. You put your bag down and your keys onto the table before heading to your bedroom. You undressed before stepping into the shower for a quick rinse off. Once you got out, you dried off and pulled on some clothes before practically jumping into your bed and pulling the blankets over you and falling asleep. 

**

Harry looked at his phone for the third time in less than a half hour and there still wasn’t a response back from you. He would be leaving for the UK tomorrow and he was supposed to filming a skits for the Late Late Show all day. 

“You going to tell me why you’re glued to your phone more than usual?” James asked. 

“Oh, uh, it’s nothing,” he said. 

“Just like those pictures of you and Y/N are nothing?” James smirked. 

“Exactly,” Harry said. 

Hm, maybe the pictures were why you weren’t responding. Harry could tell himself that, but deep down he knew the truth. It was because of the almost kiss that happened. He felt so stupid for putting not only himself, but you in that predicament. He knew it was simply the drinks flowing through you and he was without a doubt attracted to you, but it was nothing more than that. 

At least, thats what he kept telling himself. 

“So, you’re saying nothing happened between the two of you?” James asked. “Jeff said you two were pretty cozy.”

“Remind me to hit him the next time I see him,” he mumbled. “But we were not cozy. We were friendly, because we’re friends. We literally just met and that’s all it was.” 

“Then, why do you want to hang with her again?” James smirked. “I mean you don’t even hang out with me that much.” 

Harry sighed, “I don’t know. I just like talking to her, s’ all. Plus, after this week, I don’t know when I’d get to see her again in person...” 

“Hm, friends,” James said. “Alright.” 

Harry rolled his eyes, “I’m gonna go get ready. We’re on in ten, right?” 

“Yep,” James said. 

Harry went into the dressing room to change into his first outfit. He wasn’t sure why he had agreed to this skit in particular as he thought about going out into traffic and the possibility of getting run over was quite high. Okay, maybe not that high, but the chance was still there. Harry found himself checking his phone one last time before heading out to set. 

So, far everything with the skit was going great and it was a lot more fun than what Harry thought it would be. They were almost done filming when Harry ran out to perform Kiwi. When he was up on the makeshift stage, he looked out into the traffic and saw you in your car with a wide eyed look and a slight grin on your face. 

Smirking a bit, he hoped down from the stage and made his way over to your car, brushing up against it before making his way to the window. You weren’t sure what was happening, but seeing Harry Styles performing in the middle of the crosswalk at a right light was not what you expected on your way to the studio. 

“Can we talk?” He asked when you rolled your window a bit. 

“Um, pretty sure now it’s the best time,” you said looking over at the light that was now turning green. 

“Just... if I text you a place to meet, will you come?” He asked. 

“Yes, sure,” you said quickly. 

“Great,” he said. 

“HARRY! LETS GO!” James shouted. 

Drivers honked their horns as Harry rushed back over to the sidewalk and at you to drive on. You shook the thoughts from your head as you pressed the gas, wondering if what you just agreed to under pressure was actually a good idea. 

**

A few hours later, you were on your way to the address Harry had sent you. Turns out it was actually his house and you weren’t sure how you felt about that either. Due to what this little meeting with harry, you were unable to concentrate at the studio and ended up calling it early. You knew you would have to explain why you hadn’t answered his previous attempts at meeting up and that the only reason you did this time was due to the fact he literally confronted you in the middle of the fucking street, but that was besides the point. 

You also knew the almost kiss would most likely come up and you really hope he also agreed that it wasn’t anything seeing as how you both were not looking for love anytime soon. Actually, better yet you really hoped you just imagined the almost kiss and he forgot all about it and doesn’t bring it up. 

But that would probably be a little bit of too much of wishful thinking. When you arrived at his place, you didn’t know how to feel. You didn’t know what was going to happen once you walked through that door, but you just hoped that it didn’t effect your blossoming friendship with him. Because despite the almost kiss, and the rumors that now swirled around the two of you, you did enjoy spending time with him. 

You enjoyed talking with him and just being around him, so you would hate to lose that just because of one teeny tinny almost didn’t even happen kiss. You took a deep breath before getting out of your car and walking to the front door. You were mid knock when you heard the door unlocking and opened. 

“Hey,” Harry said. “You came.” 

“I did,” you nodded. “But then again I said I would.” 

“Well, I didn’t know since you haven’t really responded to any of my texts over the last few days,” he said. 

“Um, yeah, about that, I’m sorry. I’ve been uh... in the studio and stuff,” you said, which was an entire lie. 

“Oh, I thought you might have been ignoring me or something,” he blushed. “Especially after leaving the party so quickly...” 

You sighed walking inside and sitting your things down, “I really am sorry about that, too,” you whispered. 

“Why did you leave so quickly?” He asked. “I mean, I understand you leaving, but not without saying goodbye.” 

You bit your lip, turning away from him, not answering just yet. 

“Was it because of...” he sighed. “Was it because of what almost happened between us?” 

You sighed running your hand through your hair, “Honestly, partly... yes,” you said. 

“Damnit, I knew it,” he sighed. “I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t want that to happen, I swear. I think it was just everything that was going on and the drinks and I-.” 

“No, it’s okay,” you said. “The same for me. I just-It took me by surprise as all, and my fight or flight kicked in, I guess.” 

“Okay, wow, I’m so happy to hear you say that,” he said. “I really thought I fucked something up and I would have hated that because I’ve really enjoyed talking with you.” 

“Same here,” you smiled. “So, now that we’ve cleared the air, we’re both agree that there’s nothing here? Just friends.” 

“Just friends,” he smiled. 

“Cool,” you said. “That was easy.” 

“Well, it helps when we both agree on it,” he laughed. “It would have been really fucking awkward if one of us liked the other.” 

“True,” you laughed. 

“Anyway, since you’re here and we’re just friends, would you like to stay for some pizza?” He asked. 

“I don’t see why not,” you smiled

“Great,” he said. “It just got here, so i should still be warm.” 

You nodded walking behind him and grabbing two slices and sitting down at th table. 

“So, you’ve been in the studio?” He asked. “How’s that going?” 

“Pretty good,” you said. “I’ve got all the songs for the album recorded. We just have to add in some production stuff to the ones I recorded yesterday and then there’s making the track list, and a shit ton of other stuff, but the album is close to being finish.” 

“So, we’re looking at another six months before release date?” He joked. 

“Basically,” you laughed. 

“Will I get to hear any of these songs soon?” He smirked. “I mean since we’re friends and all.” 

“That depends,” you smirked. 

“On?” He asked. 

“If I get to hear any from Fine Line,” you smirked. 

“I believe I could arrange that,” he said. 

“Then I guess I could arrange it for my album too,” you smirked. 

He laughed taking a bite of his pizza. “Speaking of your album, although it’s really not got anything to do with it, but I noticed you’re going to be performing at the Jingle Bell Ball in London in December.” 

“I am, yes,” you nodded. 

“And so am I,” he said. “Which means, we’ll both be in London and I’d love to show you around... maybe show you some fun Christmas things we do over in the UK.” 

“That could be fun,” you smiled. “But you don’t have to go through so much trouble for me.” 

“No, trouble at all,” he said. “You said you wanted to make this the best Christmas you’ve had by doing all the Christmas things, so why now not carry that over in London with you.” 

“Well, if you’re offering, I can’t say no,” you smiled. 

He smiled back at you taking a sip of his beer. After the two of you finished eating, you helped him clean up before heading out to the backyard. You both sat down, looking up at the stars of the night sky as you chatted about various things. Many jokes were made and laughs filled the air. Any awkwardness or unweary feelings were completely gone. 

When you notice how late it had gotten, you decided it was time to head back, so Harry walked you to your car. 

“Thanks again for coming over,” he said. 

“Thanks for inviting me,” you said. “And I’m sorry again about before... and being weird about it.” 

“It’s fine,” he said. “Like you said, we’re just friends, nothing more. What almost happened that night was just a fluke and it’s not going to happen again.” 

“Exactly,” you said. 

“Well, I’ll guess I’ll see you in London then?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I guess you will,” you said. 

“Great,” he said. “Just promise me one thing?” 

“What’s that?” you asked. 

“Don’t uh.. don’t ignore me until then,” he laughed. 

You blushed, “Don’t worry, I won't,” you said. 

He nodded wrapping you a hug and you hugged him back. You felt your heartbeat quicken and a strange feeling in your stomach at his touch, but he pulled back from you just as quickly as he had placed his arms around you. However, the feeling inside of you was still there and so was the lingering of his touch. 

“Well, goodnight, Y/N,” he said. “Text me when you get home, so that I know you made it safely.” 

“I will,” you nodded. “Goodnight, Harry.” 

You gave him a small wave before getting into the car and driving off. On the drive home, you thought about your night with Harry, the conversation, and lastly the hug. You went in wanting everything to be okay with the two of you and wanting you two to continue having this budding friendship. 

And that’s exactly what happened, yet you found yourself feeling a little bit disappointed at that. 

**

I know you were probably hoping for some drama this update, but I promise it’s coming! 

[ursoself-satisfying]

Long Away

cus its what he says when he answers a phone!!! get it??

Brian May x F!Reader, NSFW 

A/N: my first Brian fic!!! finally here!!! not my best but ok ::)) ALMOST 6k words rip its one step to being done w my list so thats good!! n ilhsm wow :::”””))) uuhhhhh this is the third in a series oh phone smut!! I did Rog (Calling All Girls) then Deaky (Pain Is So Close To Pleasure) n now Bri n I am DONE!!! YEET took my forever tho I’ve been kinda blocked lately rip ::// also u all should know I listened EXCLUSIVELY to 39 on repeat while writing this,,,,,

Warnings: SMUT, phone sex,, mutual masturbation, language, not the best writing ive ever done lol, the boys being adorable at the end rip except roger the lil shit 

“So, what were you thinking about to get you up so late, or, uh, not so late?” You couldn’t remember. You laughed as you pushed the cooking eggs around the pan, watching them slowly brown. They sizzled and popped in the quiet morning air, the only other noise echoing through the small apartment being those of your conversation. The phone was caught between your ear and your shoulder, cold and hard against your neck but warmed from the several minutes of your standing at the stove, waiting intently for your lover’s response. Your nose filled with the metallic scent of Brian’s scrambling egg substitute ears the same with the subtle buzz of a landline, and eyes squinting in the bright early sun sneaking between the thin blinds. The morning was calm and there was nothing better to wake up to than Brian’s sleepy voice, jet-lagged and soft, affected by the time difference between wherever it was he was touring and your home. A chill pecked at your skin, body shivering, starting at your head and shaking you down. The phone nearly fell from the cramped crux of your neck and shoulder as you felt the cold rush through you then escape, catching the speaker with a small exclamation. The panhandle, to contrast the rest of your apartment, was warm in your hand, and the anticipation of your meal kept you going, even if you could barely keep your eyes open.

“I missed you,” the voice on the phone started, interrupted by a yawn which was followed by one of your own, mouth wide and eyes closed. You raised your brows at your own reaction and covered your mouth instinctively. Giving the pan one more shake, you leaned over the flame, heat hitting your face and you decided your meal was more than ready to eat. On the other end of the line, Brian could hear your breakfast sizzling in the background as you slid the scrambled eggs onto a plate, guiding utensils clinking on the porcelain. Before he’d finished, you’d taken a small bite of egg, picking at it with your fingers, hissing at the temperature and moving it quickly to your mouth, tasting the bland spread before taking the warm plate to a table. “That and I was reminiscing about that Christmas at your Aunt Sally’s-” he finished.

When he spoke, an animalistic noise left your mouth as you choked on your food, the first bite not making it down your throat as you stood at the counter, “BRIAN-” You couldn’t finish your words or your bite as you began to laugh, only grateful no bits of yellow egg substitute shot out your nose. Your shoulder was relieved of duty as you moved the phone to your hand and took your plate to the small table you had set against the wall, regaining your composure as you sat down. You attempted another bite and just laughed, picturing his surely offended face, feeling your own heat up. “Darling, what were you doing thinking about something like that?”

The guitarist repeated himself with more conviction and implication, “I miss you, [Y/N].” He’d called, you realized, with very specific intentions. Between the sounds of your fork scraping your plate and your own chewing, you could barely make out the shifting sounds of a zipper coming undone on the other end of your call. “I really miss you.” You smiled and looked down at your half-finished food, the heavy want in his word dangling around your lobes like a pair of diamond earrings.

Glancing at the clock, you considered how much time you could get away with spending alone inside without your ‘concerned’ neighbors becoming too suspicious. “It’s a bit early for me.” Your voice was amused but muffled through a mouthful of breakfast food. You scooped another bite into your smiling mouth, leaning down to catch it and snorted a bit, thinking about your long bodied boyfriend laying spread out on some small futon in the floor, desperately trying to get some privacy in a temporary home with paper thin walls. “What time is it in Japan again, love?”

Brian grunted, obviously struggling with his tight jeans, “S’bout 7, I suppose.” There then came a loud clatter and you ripped the speaker from your ear with an uncomfortable expression. The man on the other end cursed and came back to the phone quickly, “Sorry, love, fucking floor is slippery as all hell-” He huffed and you let out a pained laugh at his fumble.

You smiled sympathetically. “Aren’t you staying with a family tonight? Are you sure you can do this right now, Bri?” Leaning back from your empty plate, you helped one leg up on your on the seat of your chair. This was to spread your thighs for easy access, but you refrained from touching yourself just yet, allowing your wetness to grow. You were becoming aware of your physical self, the softness of the t-shirt fabric tight on your shoulders and the elastic of the underwear you wore sitting fit at your belly. Neither articles of clothing actually belonged to you, which only made your core grow even hotter.

The man on the phone was breathing heavily now as he answered, “Yeah, but it doesn’t matter much, love, ‘cus I’m doing it anyway.” He panted and sighed with a muted thud following.

You stifled a concerned laugh, “And what if someone walks in? It’s not like they’d be asleep or something.” One hand held the phone to your face still and the other sat anxiously between your teeth, “I mean, I don’t know if you want another repeat of Aunt Sally’s-”

“I quite enjoyed Christmas.” No doubt, a shit-eating grin stretched across his face. “In fact, I quite enjoy every trip we take to Aunt Sally’s.” Yes, you could see it, absolutely smug and toothy.

You practically spit at the phone, “Oh, shut it, May, you aren’t the one living with the constant comments about how we nearly gave her a heart attack. My poor nan didn’t need to know I was,” you mimicked your grandmother’s deep and accusatory tone and your fingers were bent in air quotes, “sexually active.”

Brian laughed, deep and round, more like a hum that you could practically feel vibrating in your ear. God, you wished he was here. “Speaking of being sexually active-” ‘Smooth transition’, you thought. “I’ve got a bit of a predicament here, to be perfectly blunt, and perhaps,” syllables at the end of his sentence dragged long, “you could help me out?”

You leaned your head back in the wooden chair and finally let your bent leg fall to the side and open up your crotch to contact. The cotton of your boyfriend’s briefs were soaked through and hot to the touch as you let the pads of your fingers prod at the dampness. A long exhale carried through the call to your lover and he shuddered in response. “Alright,” you chuckled softly, “give you something to think about- Better than Aunt Sally’s.” You raised your brows and though you couldn’t see him, you were sure he raised his as well, judging by the provocative laugh he let slip. “I suppose you want me to tell you what I’m wearing, huh?” You began, biting your lip and letting a mischevious smile connect your cheeks.

The scent of him stayed on his clothes and you were carrying it with you. His shirt almost fit you almost as well as it fits him, God knows how tight he wore them. His briefs, which were no longer clean and now instead were dark with your leaking arousal, fit you perfectly, actually, waistband stretching around the pouch of your stomach and crotch. When pulled up, they hugged your hips and mound beautifully. Of course, had Brian not been so thin and so fond of the fashionable skin tight clothing, your frequent adorning of his tees and unmentionables would have literally been less fitting. While your boyfriend was a stick of a man he still somehow still managed to completely envelop you in his embrace.

Brian’s heavy breathing clouded your hearing. “Please- Please do,” he said softly, “What’re you wearing, love?” Not realizing you’d paused so long, so enraptured in his sounds and the pictures you’d logged of him, you guessed he was becoming impatient. From the small pants, little bursts of hot breaths, you could hear his actions. He must have had his long talons wrapped firmly around his length and you doubted he’d undressed at all, judging by the rustle of clothes that came with every movement.

Your teeth held your lip tight considering your answer to his question. “Yours,” you said breathlessly, a soft laugh slipping out. Cold digits pushed your lover’s underwear to the side and slowly slid up and down your slit, collecting the warmth of your discharge on your middle finger. Your nipples, already hard from the morning air, only grew more sensitive and strained against the thin fabric covering them, not able to shield any silhouette of your arousal. You gasped at the chill that hit your clit when you made contact. “Your, uh,” you shivered, “your shirt and your briefs, Bri-”

“My briefs?” He asked, incredulous and amused. You were sure he was smiling, cheeky stretched with pride.

You continued playing with yourself, not yet penetrating your core but tracing small circles around ur bud, slowly to not excite yourself too much. You wanted to wait and really enjoy the call, but the longer you waited, exposed and just absorbing your lover’s voice, the harder it got. “Yes, your briefs, the little pink ones,” you smiled, “but you’re gonna have to wait ‘til I wash them to get them back.”

“How wet are you?” His voice is laced with expectancy and strain as he interrupted.

Two fingers spread your lower lips apart, opening yourself up to the cold dampness of his indeed soaked underwear. “Absolutely soaked,” your voice was lowered now, just slightly, “and it’s all thanks to you.”

The musician hummed again and his voice seemed to drop an octave, “I bet you are, just for me,” he trailed off, the words lost in his heavy breaths. “You always look so fucking beautiful in my clothes. You look so,” you heard a sharp inhale and he sighed, finishing his statement with more conviction, “mine.”

The ball in your throat went down hard, swallowing his words with a struggle. Mine. You loved it. You adored him and being his and him being yours. It wasn’t possession between you two, and if it was, it was mutual, but it felt more like belonging than anything else. Brian had a light around you that only seemed to shine through your presence, and you were sure it was mutual. He felt like no one else ever had and you loved him for it.

The more aroused you got at the thought of him stretched out in some small, inappropriate place, the more your senses tunneled. This focus spread from your outsides in, your head to your heart, your ears, your mouth, your eyes, your heart. Though it wasn’t usually loud at this hour, any noises from the outdoors drained. The backs of your eyes were pasted with images of Brian like a wave overcoming you, his magnificent hair the foam crashing against the sand of your thighs and the curves of his back rolling like the current on a stormy day. He was the high tide and you were the rocks on the beach waiting to be smoothed over and washed away. You were taken with him and he was all you wanted. It was almost enough to imagine him, practically able to feel him, around you, hands on your stomach and sliding upwards. It was almost enough.

The lanky, 6’2” guitarist was cold and cramped on the floor of the small bathroom. The telephone he held to his ear tethered him to reality, but your voice pushed him further into fantasy. You were in his clothes, ass tight and shapely in his own briefs, tits barely held back by his shirt. He could see you in the morning chill, nipples unintentionally hardening in reaction to the temperature. He wanted to be there so badly to push that shirt up or just rip it off you, he didn’t care. He just wanted to keep you warm with his body on yours.

Every time his calloused palm slid down his length he closed his eyes and pictured you, in the kitchen of all places, legs wide open with the dampness of the borrowed undergarments staring him down. Growing uncomfortable spending so long leaning up against the wall, he shifted, his extended leg hitting the door in his small confines. It echoed more than he would have liked to, the hardness of his clog against the thin door causing a worrisome amount of noise, but he hoped not enough to draw any attention to him. With his other knee folded sideways under him, it wasn’t the most comfortable pose, but it stopped the door from opening, protecting what shred of privacy n dignity he had left, though he supposed that left the second he moaned at the sight of you in his clothes.

Brian’s long, practiced fingers wrapped fully around himself as he slouched on the floor beside the tub, using the edge of it as support so he didn’t slip onto his back. His pace was slow and teasing, to the rhythm of your light breaths, wafting through the small speaker at his ear. Up and down, every inch of his cock not covered by his large hand was cold and damp and any contact to it made him bite back a moan. “Where are you?” A softer voice came to him, cutting through his pleasurable haze.

He took in a breath and raised his brows, “The bathroom,” he started, “small bathroom, besides the tub-”

“Do you think anyone knows you’re there?” He bit his lip at your question, “Do they know you’re there, dick out and hot, all hot, for me? Do they know it’s because of me?” Before the man could reply in your pause, you continued, “Can they hear you as I can?”

Brian chuckled softly, letting his pillowy bottom lip slip from between the cage of his teeth. “I think they’ve figured it out, and if not yet then they will.” He closed his eyes and listened to you.

Every time you spoke he thought of your lips, everything they did so well. They pressed against him, his lips, his eyelids, all along his jaw and neck then down his chest. You always looked up at him with those shiny eyes, eyelashes like curtains and your mouth suctioning to his hip bones. Old bruises suddenly became apparent through his open shirt and he could feel you, wet and swirling your teasing tongue across his skin. Worse, he imagined his hand, damp from his pre-cum spread down his shaft, was those same lips responsible for the fading but still pink spots that littered his torso. Wrapped around him, smooth and slick with your tongue putting pressure on his head, sliding over him and sucking- He audibly gasped.

“Tell me what you would do,” he spoke with strangulation from his want, “if you were here and they could hear you.” With his head leaned back, he eagerly awaited your response ut his mind was already running a hundred miles an hour with memories of you in tight spaces with him much like this. He was thin enough the square footage was no issue for him when it came to being with you. He already imagined you there, low between his legs and trapping him in your mouth, nails digging into his thighs, moans vibrating through his veins and bringing him to another level- But he wanted to hear it from you, all the ways you would use him first.

Floating around you like a mist was the scent of him that you’d shaken off his clothes in your movements, positioning and repositioning your self against the small wooden table in front of you to get the best angle to pleasure yourself. The sides of your fingers rubbed roughly against the hem of Brian’s briefs as you pushed one finger at a time past your soaking lips and into the cavern of your sex. Your back ached from the arch you held to support yourself on the surface before you. Two fingers deep in you couldn’t compare to his feeling, his length pleasantly stretching you. Scissoring your digits inside you, knuckles hitting and fingerprints pruning, you did your best to imitate exactly what you wanted.

Your answer was breathy and low, “I would want you under me, inside me.” You pictured him again, seeing his breath floating above his head and him pumping his cock in preparation for you, beads of arousal hitting your pussy as you knelt above him. “My hands on your chest,” you said slowly, lowly, “and I would sink down on your dick and I’m nice and tight and warm for you.” You pulled your fingers in and out of yourself with the soft sounds of your wetness echoing through the empty apartment. “God, I want you in me.” Thumb pressing against your clit, you so desperately wanted the assistance of your other hand but you didn’t dare lose your lover’s voice. It was an awkward angle at which you dug inside yourself and held your arm to stimulate your bud as well as scrape at your walls for some relief.

“Are your tits out?” You heard his voice and it pulled you back. He didn’t give you a chance to answer. “Take ‘em out. I love it when,” he took a breath and swallowed dryly, “when your tits are out when we fuck but don’t take my shirt off, alright?” You smiled and chuckled, moving with some difficulty to pull up your shirt, phone on your shoulder and hand now on your breast. Your head was back and your neck looked longer as it curved like the smooth silhouette of a seashell. The pointed bud of your breasts was rolling between your fingers and you moaned happily.

You slid in another finger and went down another knuckle. You could hear it, smell it, feel it all emanating from the tunnel between your thighs. You felt your face heat up the more involuntary sounds erupted from your the back of your throat. “Brian,” you would weakly call out for him every few minutes, “Brian, how close are you?”

Brian had stopped speaking except for the occasional muttering of your name, “Fuckin’ close-” Guttural groans you could tell were being choked back. “I wish you were here,” he whispered. You hummed in response, the building heat at your core overwhelming you. Like a wire slithering around a pump inside you, you felt the pressure would make you pop any second. Trying to beat your orgasm, your fingers sped up and your hands moved down to care for your clit as you had your breasts seconds before. You shook the pads of your fingers rapidly and desperately over the bundle of nerves and your other hand was knuckles deep in your cave, coaxing and curling to get you to that high.

One leg was extended and tense, stretched long in front of you, your toes just barely reaching the wall in front of you and the other bent at your side began caving in on you as your insides coiled up and your breath hitched. The ends of your nails reached that curve and you jolted forward with a loud, high pitched moan, “Brian, I’m-!” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and your eyes had trouble staying open as this tingling wave rushed through you and you came, grunting softly. The phone nearly fell from its place at your neck but you caught with a wet palm and held it, white-knuckled, to your ear, not depriving Brian of any part of your release. His name rolled off your tongue like a song stuck in your head, you couldn’t help it. He was the song constantly in your head and as your pleasure seeped through the cotton you sat on, past your fingers and onto the chair, he was all you could think about.

Brian was over the edge, trying so hard to wait for you. It was torture, every sound you made, and all he had was his imagination to accompany them. God, he would remember how beautiful you looked, first thing in the morning, waking him up with a hot, wet ‘good morning’. He squeezed the appendage in his hand, sucking in a sharp breath and shutting his eyes tightly. He could imagine your scent so vividly he swore you were there with him, that it was your hand getting him off and now his own. His knuckles hit the zipper of his pants with a soft click every time he pulled his hand down and he tucked the phone by his ear to use his other hand to frantically unbutton the rest of his shirt, which previously had been hiked halfway up his stomach.

His breathing was heavy and uneven, not steadying as he flung open his shirt in preparation for his finale. The newly exposed skin of his was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, the small bathroom carefully containing all the body heat he generated. The man went to hold the phone again with a grunt, going to push his lower back against the wall and sit straight up. “Brian,” he heard his name coherently drift to him from the lips of his unseen angel, “how close are you?”

He panted, “Fuckin’ close-” He was close, and he honed in on the images in the back of his mind, the rest of the room fading away for a moment. How he wished he could be sheathed in you right now, hilted and filling you, rather than depending on his own abilities to find his high. It was harder, but knowing you were there with him in spirit, wishing the same thing, made it easier. “I wish you were here,” to fuck me, to let me cum inside you, to kiss me, to let me kiss you, let me hold you, just to see you, any part of you- He couldn’t say anything more and put his energy into holding back his growls, boiling up from his stomach as the heat built up like a forgotten kettle whistling on a stove.

That when she moaned, in that small voice, the one she hated that only came out when she lost control. “Brian, I’m-!” He finished for her, or rather with her. His tongue stuck to the top of his throat and he choked back all the lewd noises fighting for escape and he came, begging and wildly jerking himself off with quick shakes of his fist. He pulled back, aiming his tip towards his upper body. He thought about you, about you spasming around him and your tight pussy walls rolling his head, pushing in and out of you. Your face, though, was responsible for his release, the shape of your mouth when you came with him, the way you bit your lip and pushed your jaw forward- It clearly drove him crazy.

His own face contorted to that ecstasy, hair sweaty and stuck to his cheeks, curling like a cupid’s and framing him beautifully. He smiled, all open-mouthed and toothy, and his eyes closed. His brows were raised, springing up as all the tension left his body, relaxation raining down on him as spurts of hot jizz landed on his chest. With his cock twitching in his hand, he grunted breathlessly, fully relieved of his physical need for you, for now at least.

The light fluid dripped down the veins on his dick and pooled in two places just above his belly button and at his pelvis. It lasted a few seconds and every breath he took quivered in his lungs as he was lowered from his orgasm. His seed leaked from his head and the fresh drips were hot on his skin as the dampness quickly got cold. Brian inhaled deeply and blinked quickly, the room coming back to him and his visions of you fading. You were silent on the on the other line, all that was coming from the phone being soft little pants that nearly got Brian back up again. With his limp extension lying on stomach and his mess seeping slowly down his body to the fabric at his waist, it suddenly occurred to him the dirtiness of the situation.

The guitarist cursed as he reached for a wad of toilet paper and began sopping up all the ejaculate before it could leave any stains on his clothes, especially considering how dark each piece he wore was. The phone was weakly balanced between his nimble fingers again and he listened to you do the same as him.

“That was fun,” you said, slouching on the chair, still covered in your own juices, hands and thighs slick with them. Your face still felt hot and you were sure you were, in the very least, pink if not red from the activity. “Quick, too, but no complaints.” You smiled and breathed slowly, filling with warm, tired air at every intake. You could hear your boyfriend rumble out a small laugh at your reply.

He hummed lowly and asked, voice slightly rough, “Have you gotten up yet?” As you had prepared to stand, you paused.

He stopped you in your tracks and you considered what had occurred to him so suddenly. “If you mean cleaning myself up,” you said with a sly smile and eyes squinted in anticipation, “then no, I guess.” You paused for a moment, “Guess I wanted you to linger a bit longer.”

Brian huffed at the thought of you still wet, soaking wet, and in his clothes, so hot and tight on you, waiting for his command. “Do something for me,” he started, the rasp in his voice still apparent, not bothering to clear his throat, “suck yourself off, your fingers-” He could hear you humming in response and it drove him to shudder, “Taste yourself and think of me.” He was now standing at the sink, leaning against the counter, back to the mirror, and hurriedly buttoning up his shirt, missing every other snap. He had to push the picture of you, fingers in your mouth and eyes low, cheeks flushed and lips soft and wet, he pushed them from his mind.

This was his final request tho he had no time to enjoy it as reality came rushing back to him and was suddenly aware of the sounds beyond the bathroom he’d commandeered. Dinner must have started and his time for privacy in the lull between the band’s return and their next meal was over.

A grin spread across your face as you took your middle finger and slid it up your dripping slit, doing as you were told. Without a word, you moaned and scooped the leakage from between your legs, the clear liquid slipping off your pruned pads. It dangled above your mouth and slipped in the digits slowly, letting every sound soak through your skin. You could feel your own pleasured little noises vibrating down your bones, lips clamped at your knuckles. You sucked, tongue scraping your leftover love off your fingertips and swallowing slowly. The sticky sounds, lewd and loud, echoed in the emptiness of your mouth and you pulled your hand away slowly, smacking your lips when you were finished.

The taste of your own pussy hung on your taste buds, salty and sweet, and you did think of him, of Brian, and how often he must have had such a flavor lingering on his lips after helping you out, all those times before practice when he would hoist you against a shelf and force his face so deep between your thighs you worried he’d never emerge. You thought about him plucking at the strings of his acoustic after lazily wiping his sticky fingers on his pants and his mouth on the back of his hand, or when he would kiss you, tongue first, immediately after your orgasm and the two of you melded together to create something wholly unique. You only wished you tasted him now in addition to or instead of yourself alone.

Brian was prepping himself to face the inevitable teasing of his mates, but then came a sound from your end of the call. Soft moans filled his ear, tracing their way past his curls and making him shiver. There was the quiet sound of suction, like a pop and a squish, those wonderful wet sounds only your mouth could make, that indicated to him you were indeed following his orders. “Fuck,” he whispered, pushing at arousal growing again in his trousers. He wasn’t strong enough to not fall victim to his own temptation. “I- I love you so fucking much,” he said quietly, “you’re such a good girl for me.”

A light smile graced his face and he sniffed, clearing his throat as you responded, “I love you, Brian.” Your voice was like a plush pillow and all the worries of confronting the boys that hung over his head evaporated and he wanted to see you. “You better go, right?”

The musician sighed, tucking the front of his shirt into his pants with some difficulty. He stared at the door and what he assumed on the other wide was a huddle of suspicious ears. “I suppose I should, shouldn’t I?” His fingers went to pinch at the bridge of his nose and his eyes shut tightly then slick his sticky, sweaty hair back with his palm, “Time to face the music, then.” He pushed himself off the sink and turned away from his exit for a moment, to send one more word to you, “I love you, [Y/N]. I miss you- I miss you so much,” he choked out.

“No sappy shit, Brian Harold May!” This time he really did choke. He let out a guffaw and shook his head. Your voice came barrelling out and he just laughed.

“Alright, darling, no ‘sappy shit’. Love you.” His tone was still soft and as your grace-filled ‘I miss you, too, love you’ came to him, he couldn’t help but grin as he finally hung up. Turning back to the door, he puffed out his chest, filling it with all his confidence, and he opened himself to the ready ridicule and questions that awaited him, leaving behind the sweat and sex-scented bathroom, phone still awkwardly sat beside the soap dispenser. “Way better than Aunt Sally’s,” he muttered.

The click ended the call and suddenly you were cold. Perhaps it was the absence of your lover’s voice, or more likely it was the mid-morning air on your damp skin that you finally felt since your arousal had cooled off. Your knees popped as you stretched them out in front of you, arching your back as well and whining like one of Freddie’s cats with the same elongated body. A heavy sigh left your lips and you stood, finding your balance, before taking your dishes from what seemed like so long ago to the kitchen sink. The clattered as they fell in and you leaned tiredly on the counter, unsure of what to do next. Actually, you did know what to do, but you didn’t want to do it. Stripping where you were, and shivering after, you tossed the dirtied garments on the soiled chair, their fabrics soaking up the wetness you left behind, and you headed to the shower.

One finger drifted to your mouth as you made your way into the steaming bathroom, certain words encircling your head still. ‘Taste yourself and think of me.’ You planned on doing a bit more of that before the day was done.

BONUS (w the boys):

Roger leaned against the granite top of the small kitchen’s island and carefully sipped his tea from a petite bowl while the other boys, John and Fred, chatted animatedly at the dark wooden dining table. On the other side of the table sat a small, elderly man smoking a pipe and reading a newspaper, seeming completely immersed in his reading. This was the husband of the older woman in the kitchen, small and frail looking, but carrying a large tray full of steamed vegetables with ease. She scurried past the drummer, who lifted his bowl and straightened up, allowing her to get through. She continued prodding at the platter as she set it on the table, swatting John’s hand away. Fred snickered until he did the same without getting caught, burning his finger on a steaming cauliflower.

Brian stepped into the entryway of the dining room and the bustle of dinner preparations suddenly went quiet as all eyes turned on him. The tall man swallowed dryly, losing his train of thought and any will he had to stay in the awkward situation he faced, “I was just going to, uh,” he pointed to the stairs behind him with his thumb, “scrub up for dinner, yeah?” He nodded quickly with pursed lips and attempted to smooth out his improperly buttoned shirt all while a heavy blush spread over his face. He gave a pained smile and a thumbs up as he stepped back before turning to race to the upstairs bathroom, clogs thudding loudly on each step.

Roger turned to look at the two seated musicians in a moment of silence as they heard a shower start. Then they all started laughing. Deaky snorted. The man behind the paper briefly glanced over his news to eye the boys before raising his brow and shaking his head, returning to his article.

“He had some fun, didn’t he?” Fred laughed, holding their bassist’s arm.

“Oh, I’m sure he did, by the sounds of it.” John bit back.

The blonde rolled his eyes and took another sip of his cooling drink, “I’d like to see the carnage he left behind, to be honest, I’m sure it’s a sight.” Over his bowl, his brows rose.

Fred smiled slyly, “Now do you mean the girl or the room?” Deaky laughed again, wiping at his wrinkling nose and turning to the third member behind them.

Rog hummed, “Mm, both of them.” He winked in the direction of the boys and they ‘ooed’ delightfully. A minute passed of them giggling at the thought of Brian huddled in a tub or sink, weakly moaning at the sound of [Y/N] telling him off.

The woman in the kitchen had finished prepping the table, filling the table with plates of meats and vegetables, arrays of sauces accompanying it all. Bowls of rice were placed at each place setting and it was a mouthwatering sight.

“Dinner is ready!” She announced proudly, clasping her hands together, accent laying like a sheet over every syllable. The men seated turned to attention at her words and looked to her for permission to begin. “Go on! Yes, eat!” She waved her veiny hands, urging them to dig in. John smiled brightly and began serving himself neatly while Fred started by picking at his foods before deciding if he wanted any. The man of the house served himself neatly with a still stoic expression and kept his paper close.

Roger growled as he set down his empty bowl and strut to his seat, coming behind the hostess overlooking the feast. He lightly pinched her side and she squeaked. With a wink, the drummed plopped down beside her, “You didn’t say anything about dessert, Mrs. Hayashi.”

[stylesdolanstan]

grayson dolan imagine

y/n’s pov:

as you were sitting in your room alone, in pain, and just craving some cookie dough ice cream, you couldn’t stop thinking about how you just wanted to be with your boyfriend grayson.

at the moment he was on vacation in paris. you thought he was coming back today, just you didn’t know when.

you decided to text him and ask him how’s it going.

( yes i know the timing is off and the name looks weird this is my first time i’m bad at this i’m sorry )

grayson pov :

i was going to surprise my girlfriend, i didn’t tell her what time i was coming home cause sometimes you just gotta surprise your girlfriend. currently i’m at the airport waiting for an uber with my also tired twin, ethan.

we both haven’t gotten that much sleep because we’ve been in paris for the last couple days so we’re jet lagged as fuck.

ik i should’ve asked y/n to come pick us up but considering it was 11 at night, i don’t think y/n would appreciate it that much.

i was gonna text y/n but my phone was dead because i forgot to charge it on the plane. so there goes that. i was thinking if i should get something for y/n cause i think she’s on her period, i track it on my phone because i just want to help my baby when she needs help with anything, whether if it was a back massage or if she need some extra attention. i don’t mind, i’d do anything for her. i love her.

y/n’s pov:

i texted grayson a bunch of times. i even called him. no answer. i really started to panic, i didn’t know if he was in trouble, or if he got killed. let’s just hope that he maybe just forgot to charge his phone.

eventually i fell asleep though, it was already 11:30 so i just decided to go to sleep since grayson wasn’t coming home tonight. i went to go get ready for bed, i changed my shirt into one of graysons hoodies he let me use for a while. i went to the bathroom to go do my night routine. i was washing my face and i heard someone fumbling with the door knob. i started to get nervous so i double checked everything was locked and secured before i went to bed.

graysons pov:

before i headed home i went to pick some stuff up for my angel, such as some pads, chocolate and ice cream, her favorite cookie dough, and some red roses. i was going to get a stuffed bear but i know she probably just wants me to cuddle instead.

as we were checking out ethan asked me a question,

“ bro why you gotta get all of this?”

“ because i just want to treat y/n”

“ aWh dUdE thAts sO cUte”

“ shut up man, you’ll understand one day”

when we arrived, my hands were pretty full so i kinda stumbled around with the door. then i just decided to go put her stuff back in the car real quick and i can just grab my suit case before the other stuff. as i walked in i realized that everything was cleaned and it looks like y/n had dinner seeing that her dishes are still in the sink. she hates doing to dishes and she always says that she’ll do them later but never does, i don’t mind though.

i walk into our shared bedroom seeing that y/n was already passed out in my sweatshirt i let her use awhile ago. i wanted to go and wake her up and kiss her and just have her in my arms. yes it’s only been a couple days but i really don’t like spending time apart. but first i went to go get her stuff for her. as i came back in i was shocked to see y/n sitting on the counter waiting for me.

* changed pov to third person *

“ awh sweetie did you get all this for me? i missed you so much!!!” as she jumped off the counter and embraced him into a big giant bear hug. she took in his scent and just him. she was glad he was back home. back with her.

“ yeah i did, i missed you so much babygirl. “ as he kissed her forehead also embracing her into a hug.

they stood there for a minute before heading off to bed.

au: comment on things i should do better with my writing! and message me for ideas for imagines. hope you liked it ! :)

[finn-nelson-for-the-win]

The Good Life: Chapter 5

Hello, my lovelies! Another week, another chapter of this story. I don’t really have too much to say before this chapter, so I suppose I’ll just get right to it.

Need to get caught up? The Good Life: Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4

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The Good Life: Chapter 5

The bell to the lift chimed as the metal doors slowly slid open, signaling that they had reached their desired floor, and Finn stepped aside to allow Rae to walk out first.

“I still can’t believe that we’re on the fifth floor of the building!” Rae mused as she looked over the railing outside of the lift that overlooked one of the busy city streets.

“It’s a good thing neither of us are scared of heights, huh?” Finn joked as he adjusted his grip on the large box he was carrying in his arms.

Finn and Rae turned left after exiting the hallway with the lift, already becoming familiar with navigating the building after following the same path numerous times.

When Finn stopped in front of one of the doors, he turned to look at Rae, who was lagging behind slightly as she walked leisurely to take in the view from the top floor of the building.

“Do you have the keys, Finn, or do I?”

“I do, but I can’t get to them with this box,” Finn replied.

“Do ya want me to take the box from you?”

“No, it’s pretty heavy,” Finn replied with a slight grunt as he adjusted his grip on the box to prove his point, “but can you get the keys out of my pocket?”

“Er, sure...which pocket?”

“Back left pocket of my jeans,” Finn said as he angled his body towards her so she could easily reach his pocket.

“Alright,” Rae replied as she hesitantly reached her hand into the pocket of Finn’s jeans to grab the set of keys.

“Uh, sorry,” Finn replied sheepishly when Rae pulled the keys out of his pocket and it elicited an unexpected giggle from him, “that tickled more than I expected.”

Rae laughed and shook her head, but stepped in front of Finn to unlock the door and allow him to walk inside first.

Once inside the door, Finn walked into the large open space that would eventually resemble a living room and placed the box he was carrying beside the other tall stacks of boxes.

“Was that the last box?” Finn asked over his shoulder as he restacked some of the boxes to reduce some of the clutter.

“Indeed! Who knew that between the two of us, we’d have so much stuff?” Rae asked with a laugh as she looked around the room at dozens of cardboard boxes that had been piled haphazardly around the room.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m very proud of how efficient we were today. We got all your stuff and my stuff packed into the moving truck and got it all brought up to the apartment all in a matter of hours!”

“That’s pretty impressive! We make a good team, huh?” Rae asked as she walked to stand beside Finn and bumped his hip with hers playfully.

“We absolutely do,” Finn replied as he wrapped an arm around Rae’s shoulders and pulled her slightly closer, “I think we deserve to reward our hard work. We should order some takeaway since we have no food here yet and then after we’ve eaten if we feel up to it, we can start unpacking boxes. What do you think about that?”

“I think it’s a great idea. I’ll order and you can go pick it up, if that’s alright with you? What do you want to eat?”

“Of course! I don’t have a preference, I’m just starving and would like a lot of food,” Finn added with a smile as he walked away.

Rae called in their takeaway order while Finn reorganized the boxes against the perimeter of the room to ensure that they had a clear path to walk around without tripping.

“Alright, our order should be ready in less than half an hour. I ordered from the Chinese restaurant just down the street because their online reviews looked really good. I hope that’s alright with you.”

“It’s great, thank you. I’ll leave to go pick it up as soon as I find my keys again,” Finn replied with a nervous chuckle.

“Your keys are on the kitchen counter,” Rae replied with a fond smile at Finn’s forgetfulness, “Do you want me to try to find some plates and utensils in one of these boxes while you’re gone?”

“Yeah, that’d be great!”

Once Finn grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone off of the counter where he had left them, he left to go pick up their takeaway order.

Rae searched through the stacks of boxes trying to find whatever she thought Finn and she would need to eat their takeaway and before long she heard the door unlock and Finn walking through the door.

“Sorry if I took longer than you expected. I, uh, wanted to--what is this?”

Rae beamed with pride at the look of surprise on Finn’s face when he walked into the living room to see a small lamp on top of a short stack of boxes to subtly light the room as well as a pile of pillows and blankets strategically arranged to make the floor more comfortable to sit on, since the couch they had bought online wouldn’t be delivered until next weekend.

“I was looking for the boxes with dishes in them and I got a little carried away,” Rae replied with a shrug as she walked up to take the bags of food from Finn.

“Well it looks great! I thought it seemed appropriate that we mark the occasion today with a drink,” Finn replied as he pulled a pack of beer from one of the bags Rae had placed on the kitchen counter, “so I picked this up too. I know it’s not champagne or anything fancy, but...”

“Don’t worry about it. Champagne is disgusting anyways,” Rae replied with a chuckle as she continued unpacking the bags of takeaway containers onto the counter.

“We can go ahead and serve ourselves food and then I also have my laptop here if you wanted to watch something or listen to music while we eat.”

“I don’t feel like paying close attention to anything, so maybe we can just put on some music?” Rae suggested.

After they had served themselves plates full of various entrees, noodles, and sautéed vegetables, Rae sat down on the pile of pillows and blankets as Finn grabbed his laptop to put on one of his many playlists to listen to in the background.

“It’s crazy to think how quickly everything has moved. I mean, less than a month ago I was panicking about how I was going to find a roommate and a little over a week ago we were barely starting to tour potential apartment!” Rae mused as she ate.

“No kidding! If you’d told me over a month ago that I would have moved out of my Da’s house and be living with you, I wouldn’t ever believe it,”

“Oh wow! Thanks, Finn!” Rae scoffed.

“That’s not what I meant! I just meant that I wasn’t serious about moving out until I found out how badly you needed to find a roommate. Even when I first suggested it, it was just a spur of the moment kind of thing. I couldn’t even fathom why you had agreed to be my roommate, if I’m being honest.”

“Well I’m glad that this whole thing worked out as well as it has so far!”

“Me too, Rae!” Finn replied as he lifted his can of beer into the air in cheers.

The pair continued eating and talking until both were completely stuffed and pleasantly buzzed on cheap beer.

“Wow,” Rae began after a long yawn, “I’m so exhausted!”

“I know what you mean! After lifting all those boxes, I’m sure both our arms are gonna be sore tomorrow.”

Rae leaned over to place both of their now-empty plates on top of one of the nearby boxes. When she sat back, Rae angled her body so she was leaning into Finn’s side.

She looked over at him, silently asking if that was okay, and while he looked a bit surprised, he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around her in a loose embrace.

“I don’t want to unpack boxes tonight. I have the day off of work tomorrow as well, so I’ll unpack tomorrow while you’re at work.”

“I can’t let you unpack everything alone! I’ll play hooky from work and stay here to unpack with you,” Finn replied.

“You don’t have to!”

“No, but I want to.”

“Alright,” Rae replied with a small smile as she allowed her eyes to slowly drift shut as they continued talking and listening to music.

When Finn stood from the ground and grabbed the dirty dishes to wash, he looked back to see Rae curled up on the pile of blankets, scrolling through her phone.

“Did you want another beer before I put them in the fridge?” Finn asked from the kitchen after he had finished washing their dishes and setting them aside to dry.

When he did not get a response, Finn walked out into the living room and was surprised to see Rae asleep on the pile of blankets, snoring lightly.

Finn chuckled quietly, walking back into the kitchen only long enough to turn off the light and returned to the living room.

Finn grabbed Rae’s phone from beside her face where she was laying down and set it on the box closest to her so she could easily find it in the morning.

With all of their larger furniture being delivered over the next week, Finn and Rae had already determined that they would be sleeping on the floor for the foreseeable future, so Finn simply unfolded one of the blankets that Rae was not laying on top of and covered her up with it. Finn considered his options for just a moment before shrugging and laying down on the pile of blankets and pillows in the space beside Rae and allowed the dizzying combination of exertion and excitement to lull him into a state of much needed sleep.

A/N: Yay! Move-in day is over and Finn and Rae are OFFICIALLY roommates! I know this point took a while to build up to, so I made a point to make this chapter extra cute and show how quickly Rae and Finn are getting used to the idea of living together and how adorably domestic these two idiots are even though they’ve only lived together less than a day.

The cuteness has only just begun and even just based on the chapters that I’ve already written or mapped out, there is a lot of fun shenanigans in the upcoming chapters. I know the last couple chapters have been super dialogue-heavy between Rae and Finn (idk how y’all feel about this...I LOVE to read/write dialogue-heavy stuff, but it may not be everyone’s cup of tea), but in the future chapters I’m bringing the gang back and we’ll get to see how the gang feels about the Rae/Finn living situation now that more time has passed.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter and as always: Stay awesome, my friends! :)

[heaveninholland]

Better Than Before  //   Part Three

Summary: Coming home almost 2 years after what happened has you more on edge than you expect but what’s more than unexpected is when a Holland boy changes the meaning of home to you.

Words: 1.8k (short filler)

A/N: I’m so sorry that this has taken so long (these 60 hour work weeks have got me good) and it’s not very long but I’m hoping I’ll get more up soon and it’ll be getting more exciting in the chapters to come! Also there’s some switching between perspectives so I hope it all makes sense.

Warnings: There might be a swear word or two. Enjoy!

                   Part Three    //    Last 24 Hours

“You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her, what was that about?” Harry asks, turning to face his brother walking through his bedroom door and setting his suitcase down.

“Who? What?” Tom says, rushing out of his thoughts that were consumed with the brown haired girl in his living room. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but when he saw you in front of the Christmas tree that was filled with ornaments that him and his brothers had made as they grew up, he couldn’t get you out of his head.

“Um.. Y/N?” Harry says, trying to catch Tom’s eye to see what was going on inside his head but Tom knew better and distracted himself with his suitcase.

“I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t expecting to meet a stranger in our house this early in the morning.” Tom played it off as a scoff almost, “I’m super jet-lagged bro, it just wasn’t what I was expecting.” 

“Mmhmm.. Okay bro, well you best get some sleep and get rid of that jet lag because you’ll be spending Christmas with that stranger downstairs.” Harry said, glancing at his older brother with a cheeky grin and closing Tom’s bedroom door behind him. Harry wasn’t buying it for a second, even if Tom didn’t know what he was feeling, his brother could see that it wasn’t nothing. There was more to it than that.

As Harrys words still lingered in the air, Tom realised that what he was feeling, was something he hadn’t felt for a long time. Since he had gotten his first acting job and met incredibly successful people. However, it wasn’t exactly the same, it was very different. It was more intense. 

Tom was smitten. 

Both you and your sister slept in the living room that night. Poppy thought it wouldn’t be fair on you, if she got to sleep in a bed whilst you were left the couch, so she made it even and you both had a somewhat uncomfortable sleep. 

You wake up to pots and pans banging, teacups clinking, a kettle boiling and the couch next to you is empty. You gather your sister had given up on the couch and run up to Harry’s room but instead you see her head pop out from around the corner of the entrance to the kitchen.

“Good morning sleepy head!” Poppy says, way too awake for this early in the morning. And boy, was it early. 

You checked your phone and read 7:45am and realised your sister was always an early riser but wow, had she gotten worse. It was something you wish you had adopted from your mother, being an early riser. The days you had gotten up with them always seemed more productive because there was more time to do everything you needed to in that day, but it always left you extremely hungry and exhausted. Therefore, you let her carry that trait, you and your Dad would rather sleep in and agree to the terms that in the weekend, Mum and Poppy would cook breakfast and you and your Dad were in charge of dinner.

“Good morning weirdo!” you say, trying to match her early morning enthusiasm.

“How did you sleep?” she asks, walking further into the living room and sitting on the edge of one of the sofas.

“Fine, thanks. Did you stick to your side of the deal or did you run away upstairs?” you ask with a smirk towards her and you can read all over her face that she didn’t but you didn’t care. You might have done the same if you were dating someone.

“For the most part I did, I promise! Just early this morning a stole a few minutes upstairs.” Poppy says, still feeling a little bad even though she knew you were joking.

Hearing what sounded like a sleepy Harry, burning something or himself, Poppy got up and rushed towards the sound of the frustrated boy. You got up and walked over to the mirror in the hallway to wipe away any rouge makeup that had moved during the night and luckily everything seemed to hold up quite well. As you lick your finger to wipe away some mascara from under your eye, you see a figure in your peripheral vision that makes you jump.

“Good morning.” Tom says with a sleepy yet incredibly cheeky grin.

“Oh, uh, good morning.” you reply, trying not to focus too much on his smile in fear of it dragging you closer to him. It was hard to believe someone could look that good even after just waking up.

“Sleep well?” he asks, as he turns slowly towards the living room, inviting you to follow. It doesn’t take much for you to want to follow his lead, especially if he were to flash you another one of those smiles.

“Yeah, thanks. Yourself? ... I would’ve expected you to have slept more with the jet lag.” you reply, walking slowly, matching his pace into the living room.

“Not so much as good, more so that I couldn’t really sleep at all. Had something on my mind that I couldn’t quite shake..” he starts.

“Yeah. Y/N’s face.” Harry says, earning a jab to the ribs from Poppy, almost like a reflex. Both you and Tom kind of laugh it off and walk towards Poppy and Harry in the kitchen.

“Nice way to start the morning there, Haz.” Tom says following the girls into the kitchen, patting Harry on the shoulder as he walks past him on the way.

Harry looks in your direction and mouths the word ‘sorry’ as you all sit down and you shrug and smile with a small laugh as you all have breakfast at a somewhat quiet kitchen table.

You and Poppy make your way home and you can tell that she wants to bring up Tom but decides against it because she knows how it is when it comes to you and guys lately. You’d rather just not talk about it and if any feelings have developed not talking about makes them feel like they aren’t real. 

After dinner and some TV your parents had gone off to bed and you decided to sit by the fire and wrap Christmas presents that you had bought from the other day. Just as you tear a new bit of tape with your teeth you see Poppy walk into the living room and she looked as if she was about to explode.

“Okay, what is i-“ you start but quickly interrupted by a very loud exhale of breath from Poppy and you knew you were in for a long one.

“So.. what do you think of Tom? Isn’t he cute? You guys would look so great together. I’m sorry about what Haz said but it’s true. Tom was thinking about you and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Have you guys met before or something? How do you fe-“ Poppy starts off in a tangent.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down there, girl.” you interrupt, before she can ask about your feelings. “He seems lovely.” you continue.

“And….?” Poppy prompts, trying to get more than just that out of you.

“What else do you expect? It hasn’t even been 24 hours since we met.” you reply, not knowing what else she wants, for you to admit you felt something? Whether it was butterflies or your food disgusting funny, something that you hadn’t even figured out yourself yet.

“But I’ve seen him with other girls, Y/N and he’s never looked at any of them that way he’s looked at you. Even during breakfast, I caught him multiple times-“ Poppy says, almost pleading.

“Caught him multiple times doing what?” you ask, snapping your head up from your Christmas wrap, giving her your full attention.

“Almost every time you said something, you would hold all of his focus and I never caught him without a small smile on his face whenever you gave Harry shit or when you were joking around with the both of us.” Poppy says, that little twinkle her eye that she’s always had whenever she gets excited about something.

“Poppy that doesn’t mean what you think it means..” you say, dashing that small hope that she’s trying to encourage you with.

“Yes it does! This is different, I know it is.” she says, not giving you any opportunity to think this wasn’t a good thing.

Tom woke up from a nap to a text from his younger brother,

“Meet us at the pub, 9pm. We need to catch up. Properly.”

Which only meant talking more about last night and this morning which Tom didn’t even know where to begin thinking about what was going on in his head. He chucked on some blue jeans, a black t-shirt and his coat and walked out the door, catching himself in the mirror on the way out to very quickly attempt to tame his chocolate curls.

“So what’s up?” Harry asks as you all sit down at your usual table. His twin Sam leaning in, completely oblivious to what had happened last night and when Tom had actually arrived home, seeing as he had slept through all of it.

“What do you mean?” Tom scoffs, bringing his pint to his lips, almost wanting to hide his face behind it so his brothers couldn’t read him like a book as they always do. Sam looking at Harry very confused and feeling the utmost in the dark about whatever his two brothers were on about. 

Harry notices his twin and starts to explain, “Tom met Poppy’s older sister, Y/N last night.” Harry said whilst looking at Sam with a smirk. It didn’t take long for Sam’s confused expression to one mirroring his brother.

“Oh yeah, and how’d that go Tom?” Harry joins in.

“I don’t know what you guys are getting at, she seems lovely, thats it.” Tom says, still not making eye contact with brothers and almost finishing his beer with the amount of large sips he’s been taking over the past couple of minutes.

“Come on, Tom. We’re not stupid. Poppy and I both saw you almost drooling over her at breakfast this morning and that isn’t something you can blame on jet lag.” Harry says, cancelling out Tom’s retort of jet lag before it can leave his mouth.

“I don’t know, mate. I don’t know what it is, haven’t really had enough time to think about it myself.” Tom says, placing his now empty pint glass on the table and getting up to grab another.

“Bro, I think we both know you don’t need time to figure out that you’re into her. Regardless of the time you’ve known her, its pretty obvious.” Harry spells it out to him, even though Tom already knew all of this, it was just one of those situations where if he admitted that he liked her even a little, it would become too real.

“Fuck.” Tom says, slumping down on the bench seat, defeated by the idea of how much he already liked someone after knowing them for less than 24 hours.

Let me know what you guys think and if you want to be tagged! I’d love to get any feedback!

                                                         -  H  xo

Tags: @jolene-jones @yourwonderbelle

[mesmerizing-imagines]

Shawn Mendes Imagine

A/N: This is a more dramatic imagine because why not?? Right

You never wanted it to go this way. It’s not like you planned to purposely sabotage the best relationship you have ever had. It was chaotic and out of context. 

Shawn was out of town, as usual. He wasn’t on tour yet but he was having his fair shares of award shows, interviews and other events. You were in college, hundreds thousands of miles away. Everyone knew you two were together. You received a lot of hate, but also a lot of love. You and Shawn had met at a hotel when you were in the gym at 3am because you couldn't sleep. Neither of you could sleep back then, and neither of you can fall asleep now.

“Shawn I’m sorry”, you screamed into your phone. “I didn’t even know what happened until I saw it on twitter. I blacked out! Last night wasn’t supposed to happen like that!” You were hoping for a ‘it’s okay’ or a ‘we will look past it’, but Shawns voice was filled with hostility. “You’re trash. I meet so many women every day! I just performed at a Taylor Swift concert where its a stadium filled with thousands of girls and I didn’t go home with anyone. You could do the same.” 

You could feel your heart sink. You were always jealous of the girls who got to see him perform and be in his presence. Yeah, you have seen him perform but you were jealous of everyone that night. “You’re never here, Shawn,” you voice wavered between anger and heart break. “You knew what you were getting into. I warned you, I said it in the beginning! We met when I was traveling and jet lagged! What did you expect? We made a deal, you get your degree then you can tour with me! You have 2 years left, you really couldn't wait?!” the volume in his voice was lowering. He wasn’t screaming anymore.. “Please just tell me you didn’t sleep with him,” it was sad and pleading. His voice begging the best from you.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so” you said trying to remember. “You don’t know?! Did you wake up in another mans bed or not?! The pictures show you leaving the club with that douche-bag friend of yours!” “He’s not a douche-bag! He’s my friend, and he said he was taking care of me! I woke up in his bed, but I don’t think anything happened! I was probably too sick to do anything, I throw up when I drink you know this,” you tried to sound reasonable to him, to calm him down. “Yeah well pictures of you two grinding and making out isn’t innocent. I’m over this. I have an interview later so leave me alone,” and with that he hung up.

You waited for a second, unsure of what to do. Last night you and your friend went out to party because the semester had just ended- meaning you had a surprise ticket to visit Shawn in LA before he left for who knows where. Your flight leaves at 2 pm, and it was 9 am. You spent the next few hours debating if you should show your face to the public, all morning you were being bashed by his fans. But finally you decided you needed to make it right. 

After several hours, you packed your things and headed to the airport. You sported a baseball cap with sunglasses, because one you still felt sick from last night and two you didn’t want to draw attention. The flight felt like forever, the whole time you listened to Shawns music. You had “Don’t be a fool on repeat” afraid it would be your future. 

You walked into the building his manager sent you the address to. Hopefully his schedule was still the same as it was planned a  month ago. Up the elevator you went bracing yourself for the worst. You opened the door, he was having a photoshoot with a single photographer. That’s it, it was only the two of them there. Your body stopped moving, “Um, I can come back,” you felt like what you were doing was wrong. “No, were finished. I have another appointment to get to. See you Shawn,” the photographer said rushing out the door with his camera still out of its bag. 

Shawn was still looking down as you walked closer to him. He slowly raised his head, “What are you doing here?” “I’ve had this planned for a month now. To finish the semester and come visit you. I didn't buy a ticket back because I was hoping to spend the summer with you. Last night was a celebration for the semester ending and a going away party...” His eyes showed he was fed up with this.

“I trusted it you,” was all that he said. “I spoke to him. He said he didn’t realize it was me until it was too late, and thats why he took me home. He said he realized I passed my limit and he didn’t want me to make anymore mistakes”, you were being honest. “Wow, what a hero,” Shawn said with harsh sarcasm. He then scoffed, “Maybe you should be with him, since he's there and he can be with you. I know that’s what you want.” “Shawny, I don't want him though. I want to be with you. I would do anything for you,” your heart was breaking. He was ending the relationship and you knew it. 

“I don't want a girlfriend who cheats on me, and parties her life away,” he was not budging. “If I could take it back I would, but I can’t. I rarely drink, I don't even drink enough to know my limits. But if you don’t love me and you want me gone then I will go,” tears were streaming down your cheeks. Shawns eyes were glassy, but unreadable. “I think we need a break, I don’t want to do this right now. I’ll visit you in a week, but for now just leave me alone.” And with that the conversation was over. 

[pavlovers]

@britneyshakespeare tagged me to do this like a week ago ajbfjfk sorry im just getting to it diana (although it is kinda funny bc now im sort of in ur position that u described in ur post since im pretty sure ive been tagged to do this before but its been several months so why not do it again u kno!! )

five things you'll find in my bag:

(i dont normally carry around one in my day to day life but if im going to some all day event or something then i'll probably have the following: )

a couple of pens. maybe a small notepad if i feel like it.

earbuds ajdnjc not 2 be ur stereotypical 2010s antisocial teen but yeah im kinda never not listening to music if im bored when im out and about

some money. usually never more than $50 though

um. idk my phone? actually no im probably holding it so i guess my phone charger.

whatever book i happen to be reading which i probably won't have the chance to read at all when im out

five things you'll find in my bedroom:

a small white fan

blank pink walls. mostly bc my dad complains about wall decorations/posters and what not ruining the paint so i was never allowed to really put anything up. they're pink bc thats what my favorite color was when i was four years old and they've never been repainted so.

a silver medal i won for taking this national spanish exam and placing like in the 88th percentile of all like. spanish taking students i guess idk i still don't know what that's supposed to mean but great for me i guess.

stacks of blank notebooks and school supplies that i go to if i run out during the school year

a lot of dirty clothes just kinda like. strewn everywhere

five things that make me happy:

discovering some really fucking good music. like not to be a sap but u know there's just nothing like pressing play and hearing the most piercing instantly hooky guitar riff of your life. or hearing some opening chords so haunting it feels like they're resonating and rattling around in ur rib cage. or hearing a bass line so fantastic you just want to get up and move yknow. it's just one of those unique feelings of euphoria i guess.

dancing. i did a lot of it recently at my cousins wedding and no im not Good at it whatsoever but it's just one of those plainly fun and liberating activities. like it's just. kinda impossible to feel awful while doing it.

my uncle’s dog milly who is just,, so small and beautiful and friendly i love her

cold fucking air. i mean learned to appreciate it more so when i was in sweltering 108°F southern california heat but it’s still a mood elevator in connecticut’s humid 83°F when you dont have air conditioning

having animated conversations with friends, or with anyone really

five things that i’m currently into:

watching like. a lot of queer eye ajnfdv

listening to sad mitski songs

messing around w spotify premium now that i finally redeemed my 60 day free trial thing that they gave me for my birthday which was like 9 months ago but yknow

also binge watching clips of whose line is it anyways that happen to be on youtube

uhh because i literally do nothing at all and cant think of a 5th thing sleeping. like a good amount more than i usually do probably due to a combination of jet lag and depression

five things on my to-do list:

finish reading the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy i literally havent touched it since my flight to los angeles like 3 weeks ago 

pay for my uconn ece courses im taking next year so ya girl can get that college credit

start like. actuallly doing the summer course work that i have 

possibly apply for a job?? ive been thinking about it since im actually old enough now and like. obviously it’d give me something to do other than just stay in and sleep all the time

idk.. fucking go outside for once 

im feeling kinda lazy right now to tag anyone specifically but if of course if any of u care to do this go right on ahead

[constel-langst-ions]

Bad Crowds, Better Friends P.2

Here we go!!

—

“You’re late again!” Allura reprimanded, furious.

“Sorry, Princess,” Lance absently rubbed his eyes, “I didn’t get any sleep last night.” He finished his sentence off with a long yawn.

“Why not?” Hunk questioned, his bayard already transformed into the gun he used.

Lance went quiet, a look of despair crossing his features. “Just, Pidge’s calendar brought my mood down. I missed some important stuff.” He went over birthdays and other activities in his mind, especially the birth he missed.

“What could be possibly so important that you dont get any sleep?” Allura snapped at a bleary Lance.

He went silent again. Hunk gave him a questioning look, and Lance nodded. Hunk inclined his head in return, before turning to Allura.

“Allura, Lance missed something very important to him. He’s upset about it. Can you lay off of him for it, just today?”

Her glare only got scarier. “Absolutely not. If anything, I should be harder on him. He’s lagging behind the rest of us!” She growled.

“Lance,” she grit out, “care to tell us what you missed?”

Now Lance looked annoyed. “Look, Allura, I was trying to be nice but you just made my mood worse than it already is.”

She shut her mouth, shocked. “Well, I ne-”

“I missed something I promised that I’d be there for, okay? I promised one of my best friends that I would be there for her when she gave birth to her daughter. It was yesterday. News flash, I wasnt there for her.”

He wheezed, face red from anger, fists clenched at his sides.

“I missed important things, okay? Just, lay off today, please?” His voice got softer at the end.

Allura straightened. “Very well. We will just do mind meld, today. But, I expect you to be back on your feet by tomorrow. Understand?”

“I understand.” Lance nodded.

—

The paladins all sat in a circle on the floor, Coran handing them the headbands required for mind melding. Each put one on.

“Now, Paladins.” Allura’s voice came over the comms. “Think about something. Anything. Something you live, you hate. It doesn’t matter. Just project it.”

They did.

Pidge projected her dad and her brother, saluting in front of the Garrison, both in uniform.

Hunk projected a dining table filled with delicious looking food, him standing beside it with an apron on.

Keith projected a picture of his old shack in the desert, the plants around it, the homey feel.

Shiro projected the picture of a dog. A chihuahua, to be exact. A small, black, dog, standing on its hind legs with a rubber ball on its mouth. It was missing a hind leg.

Finally, Lance.

He projected a photo of him and his friends together. It was a sloppily taken selfie, shortly before he went off to the Garrison.

Lance held the camera, wearing a big grin. He was in Garrison uniform, and he held his acceptance letter.

Ida stood beside him, arm around his shoulders, her other hand over her baby bump, which was noticeable.

Alex stood in front of him, the top of his head reaching Lance’s chin. He was doing double peace signs. Lance’s free hand was on his shoulder.

Caleb and Ronnie stood behind him, towering over him. Ronnie had a hand on Ida’s shoulder.

Brett stood on Lance’s other side, using Lance’s shoulder as an arm rest. He was beaming, looking smug.

To the paladins, it was certainly an odd group.

The pictures all flickered away, Lance’s team giving him questioning stares.

“Those are my friends.” He softly explained. “Ida, Alex, Caleb, Ronnie and Brett. Ida is the pregnant one, obviously. I missed her daughter’s birth.”

Shiro had a somewhat judgemental look. “She looks young..”

Lance gained a confused expression. “Okay?”

“She’s a teen mom.”

“..okay?”

“Why?”

“She got drunk, which wasn’t new for us, and she got raped.” Lance deadpanned, but he had pained look in his eyes.

The team looked at Lance, horrified. Shiro’s eyes widened, then went back to normal. “What do you mean it wasn’t new ‘for us’?” He asked, eyes narrowing.

“Huh?” Lance’s eyes had flown wide for a moment. He looked fearful.

“You hung out with the bad crowd. Lance. You shouldn’t its bad for you. They’re probably bad people.” Shiro scolded.

Lance’s gaze hardened. “How about to meet them before you judge them? You’ll be judging me, too, if you say they’re bad people.”

“What do you mean, Lance?” Pidge hesitantly asked. She was scared for the answer.

Lance inhaled a bit.

“I met them when I was 14. I wasn’t in a good mindset, or place, at the time. I abused drugs and alcohol. I struggled, basically. I met them, one night. They warned me not to buy anything from this one guy.”

Lance paused for a moment, then continued when no one spoke.

“We hung out all the time after that. Most were dropouts, including Ida.”

“When I was 16, I started pulling myself together. I quit cold turkey, and submitted an application for the Garrison. I was getting back on track, making a promising future for myself.”

“They followed in my footsteps. Ida quit after she got pregnant, the rest of them following within that month. The dropouts got jobs, the rest of us in school brought our grades up, and overall, we did well.”

“Not to the other kids, though. We were still druggies, no-lifers. Ida was called a whore alot. She recieved harassment, even if we hung around her. It was endless. But we continued.”

“Then I went to the Garrison. I skyped them everyday, and I promised Ida, promised her, I would be there when she gave birth.”

“And I’m not. God, guys, I miss them so much. I just want to go back to Earth.” Lance choked on his tears, having started crying a few sentences back.

Allura walked in at that moment. “Paladins. We are setting a course for Earth. We will be staying for a day, apologies for the short time, before we must leave.”

They all grinned.

—

The next day, the castle landed in a remote area. They had sucessfully not been spotted.

They all exited the castle, Lance pulling out his phone.

“Im going to check out an area we hung out alot in. Hopefully they’ll be there.” Lance rushed out before he turned and ran into the woods.

He ran along twisted paths, his armour thudding against the hard dirt. The paladins and Alteans followed closely behind him.

He skidded to a stop by what seemed to be a tree house.

He knocked 3 times on the bark, and then they watched as he waited.

A few moments passed, a head poppong out over the edge. Alex, they remembered from the mind melding. “Hey, Caleb, I didnt think you’d be ba-”

Another voice cut him off, a female one. “Lance?!” The figure screeched jumping down from the treehouse and right into Lance’s arms.

Alex screamed, too, following behind her. Ida, they realized.

Lance let out an 'oomph’ as he landed on his back, Ida and Alex on top of him. Two more people, Brett and Ronnie, scampered out from the woods, a third behind them. Caleb, they finished.

The three joined the others, all of them shouting.

Finally, Lance stood, Ida still clinging to his neck, legs wrapped around his waist.

Caleb had strayed a bit back, holding a baby in his arms.

“Hi, guys.” Lance goofily grinned, eyes crinkinling at the corners.

Lance’s eyes drifted to the bundle that Caleb held, and he instinctively reached out. Caleb handed the baby to him.

Lance cooed, holding it in tight arms. “Whats her name?” Lance asked, still looking down.

“Her name is Rosemary.” Ida smiles softly, her look proud. “She’s a few weeks old, since she was premature baby.”

Lance sniffled. “Im so sorry for not keeping up my promise.”

“It’s okay. You’re back, and thats all that’s impo-”

Alex cut her off this time. “You’re staying, right?”

Lance frowned. “Oh god, Im so sorry. I.. I cant. I have to go back to space tomorrow.”

Alex cried out in protest. “No! You cant leave again!”

“Im sorry. Ill promise Ill be back when the war is over.”

“War?” Caleb, Brett and Ronnie questioned at the same time.

“It’s a long story.” Lance chuckled.

“We have time.” Ronnie grinned.

“Okay. It all started when a blue lion shot us into the sky..”

—

Ahh I loved this! It was so fun to write. Thank you all again!

[wordsandshawn]

shawn doing a livestream and the fans don't know about y/n and shawn's relationship yet, but y/n accidentally calls him babe from the other room so they have to explain? thanks so much! i love your blog!!!

You wake up from a nap since the jet lag has been kicking your butt. For some reason, Shawn is completely fine, and he didn’t even take a nap. You console yourself with the fact that he’s been doing this for a long time and you haven’t. When you finally gather the strength to get out of bed, you can hear Shawn strumming his guitar from somewhere down the hall. You realize that you’re only in a sports bra, and it’s cold, so you open Shawn’s drawers in search of a long sleeved shirt. Specifically you’re looking for his pink John Mayer Love on the Weekend shirt, but you can’t find it in any of the drawers. You start walking down the hallway, and you call out, “Babe? Where did you put your long sleeved shirts?” You assume he didn’t hear you over his guitar, so as you get closer, you shout, “Babe?” Again just as you enter the living room. Shawn’s back is towards you, but he stops playing and reaches out to grab his phone that you didn’t realize was propped up on the table in front of him. He quickly and almost frantically taps the screen a few times before turning around to look at you with a slightly shocked look on his face.

“What?” You question, not understanding why he just did that with his phone and why he’s looking at you like that.

“I was live streaming on instagram.” Is all he says in response, and immediately your face mirrors his and your eyes get wide. 

“How much did they see, how much did they hear?” You question immediately. It was your choice not to go public with your relationship, but if the fans watching his live stream heard what you said and saw you come out of his bedroom, you might have just involuntarily gone public.

He puts his guitar down, and stands up. He grabs your hand and leads you back to the couch where he sits next to you. He pulls you close to him, and opens his phone silently. “Whatever happens now, it’s going to be okay, y/n. I promise you that.” He tells you honestly. 

You just take a deep breath trying to compose yourself as Shawn opens up his twitter app. Immediately you can already see all the tweets about the two of you. Some of his fans already knew you, since you and Shawn had been friends for a really long time. However, you’re a very private person, so your instagram is set to private, and even your twitter is private. 

The tweets are basically all the same, everyone is freaking out about you and Shawn being together. At this point, they’re almost positive, but they’re aware that there hasn’t been any confirmation. There is a lot of questions and disappointment regarding how abruptly Shawn ended the lifestream. After you read the tweets on his phone for a few more moments, you finally speak. “I think we should tell them. I mean, they already know already, but we should still tell them now.” 

Shawn nods, silently thinking. After a few more seconds, he says, “You’re sure you want to tell them?” You just nod, and he says, “Should I tweet about it?” 

“I think we should go live on instagram. I mean, that is how they already kind of found out already.” 

He looks at you, searching your face for any signs that you’re not okay with live streaming. Even when he can tell you’re telling the truth, he still says, “Babe, it’s fine if you don’t want to.” knowing how terrified you’ve been about going public with your relationship and how nervous you get in front of a lot of people in person or on camera. 

“I think we should, I’ll be okay.” You tell him. “Lets just keep it short. Answer a few questions, and kind of say that we’re together, but not much more than that.” 

He pulls you closer to himself, resting his chin on the top of your head briefly. “Okay, but if you want to stop it at any time, just squeeze my hand and I’ll end it.” He tells you seriously. 

You nod, and say, “I need a shirt first.”

He laughs, breaking the tension of the moment, and stands up to help you find the shirt you were looking for. He hands you the John Mayer shirt that was still in one of the boxes he hadn’t unpacked yet. You take it, hesitating. “Maybe this is too much all at once. Maybe I should just wear my shirt, where did I put it?” You ask, looking around. 

“Hey, calm down baby.” He tells you kindly. “That shirt looks good on you.”

You do as he says, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. And then you say, “I’m ready.” 

He nods, then opens up his instagram app, and sets his phone up again on the table, fixing it so both of you are in the shot. After that he sits back, and looks at you again, “Ready?” He asks with a slight smile, and you smile back. You know that Shawn has wanted to share your relationship with the fans and the world for some time now, but he respected that you weren’t ready, and he wouldn’t ever want to push you. But now that it is finally happening, he’s excited. 

You just nod, and he squeezes your hand one last time, reminding you, “If you want me to turn it off, just let me know and I will.”

“I’m good, Shawn, I’m ready.” You respond, trying to reassure him. 

He nods, and leans forward to start the live video. “Hey guys,” Shawn says, sitting back on the couch so that you’re both in frame. “I want to introduce you guys to y/n, my girlfriend. Most of you figured it out by now, but we just wanted to say hi again, and I’m sorry for leaving so suddenly earlier. I just got startled. She was taking a nap, and I didn’t think she would wake up so soon.” He puts his arm around your shoulder, and holds you close to yourself, as you just smile at the camera briefly and then look away shyly. “We like to keep our private lives private, as you probably already know, but we also wanted to share this with you. So we’ll answer a few questions, but this is definitely going to be very short.

It is short, and some of the questions have you blushing and hiding your face in Shawn’s sweatshirt. He takes those questions, and you answer a few of the others. You’re only answering questions for a little over five minutes before you both decide thats enough. You say goodbye and end the livestream. As soon as you end it, you breathe a sigh of relief, knowing everything is out there now, and Shawn looks over to you with a smile. “Now they know.” He says.

You just nod and bury your face in his chest. “They know.” You mumble back and he chuckles and wraps his arms around you, holding you close. 

After a few minutes of silence, where you both think about what just happened and how unplanned that all was, Shawn asks, “Are you hungry?”

You sit back, looking at him with a smile. “Starving.” You answer before standing up to head into his kitchen with him following behind.