#will lenney one shots

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౨ৎ will lenney x fem!reader

౨ৎ summary : reader is stuck sharing a room with her crush; willne.

౨ৎ warnings : none

౨ৎ notes : i need more will content, might do a part 2? Idk i need requests

"you know me, i never turn down a free holiday." you shrugged with a smile, the few people out of the group who were listening to you rolling there eyes. you had been recruited last minute on a skiing holiday that freezy had to pull out of because he was unwell. so even though you had no interest in it you were now here.

"cheapskate." arthur piped up and you shot him a feigned look of annoyance,"i thought you'd be happier seeing as you're sharing a room with your little boyfriend."

you gasped, slapping his arm repeatedly as he tried to push you off. you told him to apologise, and shut up, to which he finally did after recovering from his laughter. since you had took freezy's place you were now sharing a room with your long term crush — willne.

you had met him from your mutual friend, arthur tv, after he introduced you to the rest of the youtube group. you had instantly clicked. everyone else knew you had a crush but you hadn't made any moves on him, way too nervous.

"will you two stop being kids?" will called out as you finally left arthur, turning to face him quickly with as much composure as you could. "come on, let's put our stuff away before we get out."

you nodded and rushed after him, blushing as he took your suitcase with him aswell. you glanced back at your friends, giving them a nervous smile as chip and arthur gave you a thumbs up - hoping to up your confidence.

"our room is quite small," he stated as you walked up the stairs and down the hallway. the group had rented a massive cabin, it was filled with character and was the perfect getaway. "but we have a hot tub, so we win."

"wow, you're so lucky to be hot tubbing with freezy every night." you joked, to which he looked back with a cheeky smile, "i'll have you know, he would be the lucky one."

you laughed, already rosy cheeked as you finally got to the room at the very end of the hall. there was a large king sized bed in the centre of the room - which makes sense why the two men would be fine sharing it as it could fit about double of them.

"wow." you muttered as you studied the wooden accents, the paintings hung up and finally the doors which led to a small patio. there was string lights hung up on the canopy ceiling, the small balcony surrounded with a slightly dated, wooden railing with a large hot tub in the centre.

"you're gonna have to drag me out this room, fuck skiing." will decided after you two had raided the room, finding some chocolates, a bottle of champagne and some sweets that had been left for you to enjoy.

"I say we just lock ourselves in." you jokingly suggested after closing the door to the small en-suite. "go on then." will replied from his spot on the bed, relaxing into the thick quilt. you flushed red, wishing it was serious, and let out a chuckle.

after going out in the snow and having a few drinks at the bar the group has finally called it quits and headed to there rooms. you immediately stood at the window to look out at the hot tub, hands on your hips.

"what you thinking about?" will asked while coming to stand beside you. you glanced up at him, giving him a small smile while taking in his appearance. his hair was dishilived from wearing a beanie all day, and his cheekbones was tinted red with the cold from outside.

"i was thinking about warming up the hot tub and having some champagne," you answered while glancing back at the mountains as you gathered all the guts you had, "care to join?"

will threw his head back, lips pouting out slightly before looking down at you with a cheesy grin. "oh, may aswell." he rubbed his hands, and you cheered as you moved to your suitcase to find a swimsuit.

by the time you had settled on one and changed, will had heated up the hot tub and changed into some black swimming trunks. you came out only a few minutes later, snacks in your hands since he had already gotten the champagne and glasses.

"you brought a speaker?" you raised a brow at the faint, quiet music playing in the background. you were impressed by his playlist, only making him more attractive. you smiled at the sheepish expression, climbing into the hot tub after sitting ur snacks on the ledge.

will handed you a glass and popped open the champagne, pouring each of you a glass and settling the bottle out the way. "cheers to getting the best room." he announced whilst offering out his glass.

"cheers." you clinked yours against his, falling into a easy going conversation while you settled into the warm bubbles surrounding you, glancing from will to the beautiful snowy mountains you were facing. eventually, after sneaking downstairs to get another bottle of alcohol, you two had settled into a comfortable silence.

"will." you hummed, your head tilting over to him. he was already looking at you, letting out a small hum to let you know he was listening. "promise me you'll never shave your mullet."

the randomness of the sentence made him let out a warm, deep chuckle. his eyes closed and you stared at his smile lines, the sight of him so happy making you lighten up.

"right, okay. i'll keep it just for you, darlin'" he moved his arm from the back of the hot tub to your shoulder, patting it before only moving it back halfway so you could still feel the heat of his touch.

you leaned your head back and closed your eyes. you thought of the debrief you'd be having with your friends tomorow, and you almost wanted to kick your feet that you were in such a man's presence.

"we better get inside before we shrivel up into raisins." will commented as he finished the last few chocolates, beginning to climb out. he offered you a hand, which you took so you could climb out safely. "on you go, i'll clean up."

"you sure? i really don't mind."

"don't be silly." will waved you off, so you wrapped a towel around you and entered back into the room. somehow, in the heat of the hot tub, you hadn't realised how chilly it had gotten.

the rooms only source of heat was a fireplace that was slowly flickering away. you put some more wood into it, before going for a shower as quickly as you could and then changing into something comfortable.

by the time you had came out will had tidied and was now patiently waiting while scrolling through his phone. "all done." you commented while drying your hair with the towel.

"don't you have more layers?" he questioned while glancing up and down your frame, only wearing fluffy shorts and a vest top. you shook your head, "i can only sleep in shorts, and i only have enough hoodies for during the day. that's what happens when you learn about a holiday the day before i guess."

you moved to the round mirror, continuing to try and dry your hair before bed. suddenly, will appeared by your side and placed down a hoodie on the set of drawers infront of you. "i have plently spare, don't be afraid to ask."

before you could respond he slipped into the bathroom, leaving you to freak out in silence as you slipped it on and pinched yourself — life seeming way to good to be true.

"you're hair better be dry before you come into this bed." you commented as you pretended your full attention was on your book and not will who was putting away his things. he had changed into loose sweatshorts and a jumper.

"i'm not a freak," he responded while climbing into bed beside you, "i am completely dry, promise." he stayed awake for an extra half hour before finally turning off his phone, his lamp and bidding you a goodnight.

you finished most of your book before copying him, beginning to feel the chill as you stared into the room that was now in complete darkness. you could hear movements from somewhere in the house, and even though you knew it would be one of your friends it still unsettled you.

because of this you tossed and turned constantly, feeling safe with will there but also knowing the cabin you were in was fairly remote and the signal was terrible - meaning you couldn’t easily call for help.

“are you okay?” a dark, rough voice caused you to jump, spinning around to face a sleepy will. he was propped up on his elbow while the other hand rubbed at his eyes.

“shit, sorry.” you mumbled, “just a little on edge. guess it’s not smart reading a horror book when you’re in the prime place for a murderer to get you.”

“guess not.” will replied, laying back down before extending an arm out. “cmon,” he gestured with his hand, beckoning you over. you didn’t protest and instead immediately settled yourself in his arm, the warmth of his body calming your nerves. “i’ll protect ya from the killers, darlin’.”

“what you gonna do, tell them a joke?” that earned you a scoff, but one that he did with a smile on his face. “goodnight.” he tightened his grip for a second before loosening up, letting you lay comfortable as he closed his eyes.

“goodnight.” you muttered through a grin, blissfully closing your eyes. for the rest of the night you dreamed of will - not murderers.

“stop putting your cold feet on me.”

“stop snoring and i will.” you muttered back, staying close but trying to get comfortable. you liked to curl up while he spread out - which was difficult since you were in one of his arms facing his body. “and my feet are only cold cause you keep pulling the covers your way, sheet hogger.”

will groaned, his voice more attractive because of how tired he was. you were tempted to keep him up just so you could hear it. “turn over.”

“what?” you moved from his chest to look at him directly, raising your brows at the slightly suspicious request. his hair was dishelved from sleep, but the sight only made you like him more.

he twirled his finger around, and you rolled your eyes but followed his order. “okay, diva.” you muttered as you immediately began to miss your proximity.

however, will quickly came from behind you. he made sure you both were in the middle of the covers before spooning you. an arm slid under the pillow underneath your head and the other draped over your waist. this position felt a lot more intimate, your whole body melting into his.

“is this okay?” he asked in a hesitant tone. shivers ran down your spine as you felt his breath in your ear. “of course, this is perfect.” you spoke without thinking.

he let out a light chuckle before tightening his grip on you, an unspoken change happening between the two of you as the pair of you fell asleep - as content as you could be.

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Accelerando

Will Lenney x Fem!Reader

Previous part: Crescendo Summary : Will met his new neighbour, he may not have made the best first impression but things work out in his favour. Right? Warnings : LONG AS FUCK this is like 6k (also tried to write them "texting" but I'm not sure if I hit the mark) Notes : Like I said on one of my blog updates, I think I made Will a bit of a simp but I like it...Not sure if I should continue these in their perspective? Do people like that?

Will didn’t even wait to sit down. As soon as he walked into the office, he dropped his tote bag onto his desk with a thud. The room was bathed in the soft glow of morning light filtering through the blinds, casting long streaks across the cluttered desks and chairs. The faint hum of computers and the occasional clatter of key filled the air, but Will’s entrance brought a momentary pause to the usual rhythm.

“You lot will never guess what just happened to me,” he announced, his voice cutting through the quiet.

Mikey looked up from his laptop, raising an eyebrow. “What? Did you run out of Prime or something?”

“No, you prick,” Will shot back, though there was no real heat in his tone. He grabbed a chair from an empty desk, spinning it around with a practised flick of his wrist before sitting down, his arms resting on the back. His hair was slightly dishevelled, he’d been running his hands through it all morning, and his cheeks were flushed from the brisk walk to the office.

“Remember that neighbour I told you about? The one with the loud music every morning?” he continued.

James twisted in his seat, he was mid-sip of his coffee, the ice clacking from the plastic cup in his hand. “The one you’ve been talking about for weeks? Yeah, what about them?”

“Turns out, it’s a girl. And I just met her this morning.” Will said.

James snorted, nearly spilling his coffee as he twisted back around to face his desk. “A girl?” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “I didn’t know you were lonely enough to see this as important news.”

Will rolled his eyes, his lips twitching into a half-smile despite himself. “I’m not lonely, you knob. It’s just… it’s mad, innit? I’ve been talking about this person for weeks, and it turns out she’s my next-door neighbour. And she’s… well, she’s fit.”

James choked on his coffee, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim of the cup as he set it down with a loud thunk. “Fit? Mate, you’ve only just met her!”

“So? I’m allowed to find someone attractive!” Will exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. His voice echoed slightly in the small office, drawing a few curious glances from the others. The tips of his ears turned pink, but he pressed on. 

“She introduced herself, said she was my neighbour, and then—get this—she then got into the bloody yellow Miata.”

Mikey burst out laughing, the sound sharp and sudden in the otherwise quiet room. He leaned back in his chair, nearly tipping it over as he clutched his stomach. “No way. You’ve been slagging off your new fit neighbour this whole time?”

“I didn’t slag her off,” Will protested. “She acted like she had no idea what I was talking about when I mentioned the music. Proper cheeky, she is.”

James shook his head, grinning. “Mate, you’re in trouble. She’s already got you wound up, and you’ve only just met her.”

“I’m not wound up,” Will insisted, though the way he was gesturing wildly with his hands suggested otherwise. His voice rose slightly, carrying a note of defensiveness that only made the others laugh harder. “I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”

Mikey smirked. “Sure you are. What’s her name, then?”

Will's gaze flickering to the ceiling as if trying to recall. Then he said her name, it rolled off his tongue as he’d been practising it on the way to the office. “Aside from that, she seems really nice.”

One of the guys in the corner poorly coughed out a ‘to look at’, earning a round of snickers from the others. Will ignored them, the only sign of acknowledgement he let them see was an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

“And I don’t know… I’m just curious, I guess,” he admitted, his voice softening slightly.

James leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “Curious, huh? Sounds like you’re already planning your next move. What’re you going to do? Knock on her door and ask her out for a cuppa?”

Will hesitated, his confidence wavering. “I mean… maybe? I don’t know. It’d be nice to actually talk to her properly, you know? Without the whole ‘I’ve been moaning about your music for weeks’ thing hanging over us.”

Mikey snorted. “Good luck with that, mate. She’s probably already got you pegged as the grumpy bloke next door.”

“Cheers for the vote of confidence,” Will muttered, slumping in his chair. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, before shaking his head and getting to work.

The next few days were… quiet. Too quiet. Will didn’t realise how much he’d come to expect the thumping bass of reggaetón in the morning and evenings until it was gone. The next morning after their meeting, he woke up at his usual time, the faint glow of dawn creeping through the gaps in his curtains. He stretched, the sheets rustling as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet hitting the cool wooden floor. 

He padded into the kitchen, the faint hum of the fridge the only noise breaking the stillness. The kettle clicked on, its familiar bubbling filling the room as he reached for his favourite mug. He leaned against the counter, staring out the window at the quiet street below. The yellow Miata sat in its usual spot, untouched, its vibrant colour muted in the early morning light.

Will carried his tea to the window, the steam curling up into the cool air as he pulled back the curtain slightly. He sat on the sill, and sipped his drink. The silence felt heavy, almost oppressive, as if the city itself was holding its breath. He glanced at the Miata again, half-expecting to see her climb in and drive off, the music blaring as she peeled away from the curb. But the car remained still, the street silent except for the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.

By the third day, the quiet had become unnerving. Will found himself glancing out the window more often, his routine disrupted by the absence of the familiar beat. He’d catch himself pausing at odd times throughout the times he was home, his ears straining for the faintest hint of bass. But there was nothing. Just silence.

It wasn’t just the music, though. It was the absence of her. The brief encounter in the hallway had left an impression, one he hadn’t realised until now. Her smile, the way she’d teased him about the music, the effortless confidence she carried—it all lingered in his mind.

On the fourth morning, Will woke up earlier than usual, his body seemingly attuned to the rhythm of her routine even in her absence. He made his tea and sat by the window again, the steam from his mug fogging up the glass. He wiped it away with his sleeve, his gaze fixed on the Miata.

“Where are you?” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else.

The street below was still, the occasional passer by bundled up against the morning chill. A delivery van rumbled past, its engine breaking the silence for a moment before fading into the distance. Will sighed, leaning his forehead against the cool glass. He hadn’t realised how much he’d come to rely on that small, daily interruption—the burst of energy that signalled the start of her day, and in turn, his own.

Without it, the mornings felt… incomplete.

A week later, Will was coming home from a late editing session, the streets of London bathed in the soft glow of street lights. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain from an earlier shower, and the occasional drip-drip of water falling from rooftops echoed in the quiet alleyway. His shoulders and lower back ached from hours hunched over his laptop, and his mind was still buzzing with unfinished ideas.

As he approached his door, he noticed a figure standing at the entrance to her flat. It wasn’t her—it was a man, tall and broad-shouldered, with a key in one hand and a reusable shopping bag in the other. Will slowed his steps, his curiosity piqued. The man glanced up, catching Will’s eye, and gave a polite nod before turning back to the door.

Will hesitated, his hand tightening around the strap of his tote bag. He wasn’t usually one to pry, but the absence of her music (and her) had left a lingering unease he couldn’t quite shake. Taking a deep breath, he decided to approach.

“Hey, mate,” Will called out, his voice cutting through the quiet night. He tried to sound casual, but there was a slight edge to his tone, a hint of the curiosity he’d been carrying for days.

The man turned, his expression friendly but slightly guarded. “Alright?”

“I’m Will,” he said, gesturing vaguely toward his own flat. “I live next door. Just wondering… is everything okay with” he said your name “? Haven’t seen her around.”

The man’s face relaxed into a smile, and he shifted the bag to his other hand. “Oh, she’s fine! She’s just away for a couple of weeks. Something for work, I think. I’m her friend, Austin—just popping in to water her plants, check on the place, and drop off something I borrowed.”

Will nodded, feeling a mix of relief and something else he couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t just curiosity any more, it was a strange, almost nagging sense of disappointment? He wasn’t sure.

“Right, of course,” Will said, shoving his free hand into his pocket. “Thanks for letting me know. I was just… you know, making sure everything was alright.”

The man chuckled, a warm, easy sound. “Yeah, she mentioned you.”

Will’s cheeks flushed, and he let out an awkward laugh. “Ah, really? Didn’t realise she’d noticed.”

“Oh, she noticed,” the man said, his grin widening. 

Will groaned, running a hand through his hair. What had she been telling people? He hoped it wasn’t about their disastrous first meeting. “Great.”

The man laughed again, shaking his head. “Anyway, I’d better get these plants sorted before she comes back and murders me for neglecting them.”

“Right, yeah. Don’t let me keep you,” Will said, stepping back. “Thanks again, mate.”

“No problem,” the man replied, turning back to the door. “See you around.”

Will watched as the man disappeared inside, the door clicking shut behind him. He stood there for a moment, before finally heading to his own flat.

As he unlocked his door and stepped inside, the quiet of the empty space hit him again. He dropped his tote bag by the door and leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling.

“Something for work, huh?” he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper.

Will sighed, pushing himself off the wall and heading to the kitchen. He needed some food. And maybe a distraction.

The next day, Will was in the office, they had just finished filming a video and are currently taking a break before filming another. The room was a chaotic mix of half-empty energy drink cans, scattered cables, and things they used in the videos. James was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone, while Mikey and Ieuan were huddled over a laptop, debating the best thumbnail for their latest video.

Will leaned against the arm of the couch, his arms crossed, as he stared at the ceiling. The silence in the room felt heavy, and he couldn’t help but fill it.

“So, my neighbour’s gone,” he said, his voice cutting through the quiet.

James looked up from his phone, one eyebrow raised. “The fit one?”

“Yeah,” Will replied, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Turns out she’s away for a couple of weeks. Her friend’s looking after her flat.”

Mikey glanced up from the laptop, a smirk already forming on his face. “Mate, you’re obsessed. You sure you’re not just lonely?”

Will rolled his eyes, though the tips of his ears turned pink. “I’m not obsessed. It’s just weird, alright? You get used to something, and then it’s gone.”

Ieuan leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “Sounds like someone’s got a crush.”

Will groaned, grabbing a pen from the coffee table and chucking it in Ieuan’s direction. “Shut up, man.”

James laughed, the sound sharp and sudden in the otherwise quiet room. “He’s got a point, though. You’ve been going on about her for weeks. First it was the music, now it’s her being gone. Face it, mate—you’re smitten.”

“I’m not smitten,” Will protested, though the way he avoided eye contact suggested otherwise. “It’s just… I dunno. It’s like when you’re watching a series, and your favourite character just disappears for a few episodes. You notice it, don’t you?”

Mikey snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, but this isn’t a series, is it? This is your life. And she’s not a character—she’s your neighbour. Who you’ve apparently been stalking.”

“I’m not stalking her!” Will exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “I’m just… noticing things. That’s all.”

James smirked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Noticing things, huh? Like what? The way she smiles? The way she smells? The way she—”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Will interrupted, his face flushing as he grabbed a cushion from the couch and chucked it at James.

The room erupted into laughter, the sound echoing off the walls. Will sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to suppress a smile.

“You lot are impossible,” he muttered, though there was no real heat in his tone.

Ieuan grinned, leaning back in his chair again. “Face it, Will. You’re down bad. Just admit it.”

Will shook his head, though he couldn’t help but laugh along with them. “Whatever, man. Just wait till she comes back and starts blasting that music again. Then you’ll all be complaining too.”

James raised an eyebrow. “Doubt it. But hey, if it means we get to hear more about your ‘not-a-crush,’ I’m all for it.”

Will groaned, grabbing another cushion and burying his face in it. “I hate you lot.”

The laughter continued, filling the room with a warmth that even Will couldn’t resist. But as the banter died down and the others returned to their work, he found himself staring out the window, his thoughts drifting back to her.

Where are you? He wondered, though he’d never admit it out loud.

Will was halfway out the door, his headphones already in and the hood of his sweatshirt pulled up against the morning chill, when he nearly collided with her.

“Oh, sorry!” she said, stepping back with a laugh.

The sound of her voice cut through the muffled beat of his music, and Will fumbled to pull it off around his neck, his heart skipping a beat. She was standing there, a reusable shopping bag in one hand, and her cheeks flushed from the cold.

“No, my bad,” Will said quickly, his voice slightly breathless—though not from the near-collision. “Wasn’t looking where I was going.”

She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that made his stomach do a weird little flip. “Heading out?”

“Yeah, just for a run,” Will replied, gesturing vaguely toward the street. He suddenly felt hyper-aware of how he must look—stained sweatshirt, hair probably a mess, and his running shoes scuffed from weeks of use.

“You?” he asked, trying to sound casual, though his mind was already racing. He hadn’t expected to see her so soon, and now that she was standing there, he found himself scrambling for something to say.

“Just got back,” she said, holding up the bag. “had no fresh food, plus I needed to stock up on a few things. You know how it is.”

Will nodded, though he wasn’t really listening. His brain was too busy cataloguing the details—the way her hair looked, catching the faint morning light; the subtle scent of coconut, warm and sweet, that seemed to linger in the air around her; the way her smile reached her eyes, crinkling at the corners like she was in on some private joke. It was everything—every little thing—that made her, her. And for a moment, he couldn’t think of anything else.

“Well, I’ll let you get to it,” she said, breaking the silence. “Don’t want to keep you from your run.”

“Right, yeah,” Will said, stepping aside to let her pass. His movements felt awkward, like he was suddenly too aware of his own body. “See you around.”

“See you,” she replied, her voice carrying a hint of amusement as she unlocked her door and disappeared inside.

Will stood there for a moment, his earbud still hanging from his neck, the faint sound of music leaking out. He blinked, as if waking up from a dream, and shook his head.

Get it together, mate, he thought, shoving the headphones cushion back in and adjusting his sweatshirt. But as he headed out into the crisp morning air, he couldn’t shake the strange, buzzing energy that had settled in his chest.

The run was supposed to clear his head, but it didn’t. If anything, it made things worse. Every step seemed to echo with the sound of her laugh, and the rhythm of his feet hitting the pavement only reminded him of the beat of her music.

Why am I like this? he wondered, pushing himself to run faster. It’s not like she’s done anything. She’s just… there.

But that was the thing, wasn’t it? She was there. And now that he’d actually talked to her—properly talked to her—he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

By the time he got back to the flat, his hoodie was damp with sweat, and his legs were aching. He paused outside her door, just for a second, before shaking his head and heading inside.

You’re being weird, he told himself as he grabbed a glass of water, though he couldn’t ignore the way his heart had skipped a beat when he recalled how she smiled.

The next time they accidentally ran into each other was at Tesco. Will was standing in the ready meal aisle, staring at the rows of plastic trays like they held the answers to life’s greatest mysteries. He’d had a long day, and the thought of cooking anything more complicated than shoving something in the microwave was enough to make him want to lie down on the floor right there.

He was torn between a chicken tikka masala and a beef lasagna, holding one in each hand like scales that refused to balance. The tikka masala looked decent, but the lasagna had that gooey cheese pull in the picture that was hard to ignore. He sighed.

“Tough decision?”

The voice came from behind him, and Will froze. He knew that voice. He’d been hearing it in his head for days now, replaying their brief hallway encounter like some kind of embarrassing highlight reel. Slowly, he turned around, clutching the ready meals like they were a shield.

She was standing there, a basket hooked over her arm and a teasing smile on her face. Her hair was effortlessly neat, and she was wearing an oversized hoodie that somehow made her look soft. Will felt suddenly aware of how he must look—hoodie, joggers, and a faint smear of ketchup on his chest.

“Uh, yeah,” Will said, holding up the two meals like he was presenting evidence in court. “Can’t decide if I want spicy or cheesy.”

She tilted her head, pretending to consider the options with the seriousness of a judge deliberating a life sentence. “Why not go for something spicy?”

Will laughed, the sound surprising even himself.“You know what? You’re right. Both it is.”

She grinned. “Glad I could help.”

Will tossed the chicken tikka into his basket, and the other back into the correct place, feeling oddly pleased with himself. He hadn’t expected to see her here, and now that she was standing in front of him, he found himself scrambling for something to say that didn’t make him sound like a complete idiot.

“So, uh, what brings you to Tesco at…” He glanced at his phone. “8 p.m. on a Tuesday?”

She shrugged, shifting the basket on her arm. “Same as you, probably. Too tired to cook, too hungry to care.”

Will nodded, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie. “Yeah, that’s pretty much it. Been filming all day. My brain’s fried.”

“Filming?” she asked, her interest piqued. “What kind of stuff do you film?”

“Oh, uh, videos,” Will said, suddenly self-conscious. “For my channel. I make, videos and vlogs and stuff.”

Her eyes lit up. “Wait, seriously? That’s cool!”

Will felt a flush of pride, though he tried to play it cool. “Yeah, they’re fun to make. Bit chaotic sometimes, but that’s half the point, I guess.”

They chatted for a few more minutes, their conversation easy and light. She told him about a new café that had opened nearby, and he recommended his favourite takeaway spot. By the time they parted ways, Will found himself smiling like an idiot. As he walked to the self-checkout, he couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder, watching as she disappeared down another aisle. 

The third time was the most unexpected. Will was in the middle of filming a video with Mikey and Ieuan, the three of them weaving through the bustling streets of central London in search of the most hyped food spots. The challenge was simple: try the viral dishes, rate them, and see if they lived up to the hype.

The streets were alive with the usual chaos—tourists snapping photos, double-decker buses rumbling past, and the occasional shout of recognition from fans. Will was holding a massive rainbow-coloured milkshake in one hand and a microphone in the other, trying to explain why this particular dessert had over a million likes on social media.

“I mean, it looks cool,” he said, gesturing to the towering drink, “but does it taste good? That’s the real question.”

Mikey leaned in, taking an exaggerated sip. “It’s basically just sugar. I feel like my teeth are going to fall out.” he made a disgusted face “But yeah, I guess that’s the point, isn’t it? It’s not about the taste—it’s about the aesthetic.”

Will laughed, shaking his head. “Aesthetic or not, I’m not sure my dentist would approve.”

They were about to continue when Will spotted her in the crowd.

She was standing near the edge of the pavement, her arms crossed as she watched with an amused smile. Even from a distance, she stood out, her presence somehow cutting through the noise and commotion around her. Will faltered for a moment, his train of thought derailing completely.

“Will? Mate, you good?” Mikey asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

Will blinked, tearing his gaze away from her. “Uh, yeah. Sorry. Got distracted.”

Ieuan followed his line of sight, a smirk spreading across his face. “Distracted, huh? Is that your neighbour?”

Will’s cheeks flushed, and he quickly turned back to the camera. “No idea what you’re talking about. Let’s just keep going.”

But Mikey wasn’t about to let it go. “Oh, it’s definitely her. Will’s gone all red. Look at him!”

Will groaned, shoving Mikey lightly. “Shut up, man. We’re filming.”

Ieuan leaned into frame. “Ladies and gentlemen, Will’s mysterious neighbour has made an appearance. Let’s see if he can keep it together long enough to finish the video.”

Will shot them both a glare, but there was no real heat behind it. “You’re both the worst, you know that?”

Will did his best to focus, but his gaze kept drifting back to her. By the time they wrapped up at that restaurant, his heart was hammering in his chest and he felt the sickly sweet drink settle horribly in his stomach. But none of that mattered as he made his way over to her.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said, grinning as he approached.

She looked him up and down, her smile widening. “Just passing through. Didn’t expect to see you.”

Will laughed, running a hand through his hair in a futile attempt to make himself look slightly less dishevelled. “Yeah, well, we film outside sometimes. You sticking around?”

She shook her head, holding up a brightly wrapped gift he didn't see from the restaurant. “Nah, I’ve got plans. But maybe next time.”

There was a teasing lilt to her voice, and Will felt a flicker of something—hope, maybe, or anticipation. He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he didn’t want the conversation to end just yet.

“Plans, huh?” he said, trying to keep his tone light. “Anything exciting?”

She shrugged, her smile turning playful. “One of my friend's kids has a birthday party. Nothing as exciting as whatever it is you’re doing.”

Will glanced back at Mikey and Ieuan, who were busy packing up equipment and debating where to go next. “Trust me, it’s not as glamorous as it looks. Mostly just running around like idiots and hoping we don’t get arrested.”

She laughed, “Well, you’re doing a great job,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’ll have to keep an eye out for the video.”

“You should,” Will replied, his grin widening. “I’ll make sure to give you a shoutout.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly sceptical. “Oh, really? And what would you say?”

Will hesitated, his mind racing for a witty response, but all he could come up with was, “I’ll think of something.”

She laughed again, shaking her head. “Nah, you don’t have to do that.” She paused, then added, “But if you really want to make it up to me, you could give me your number.”

Will’s heart skipped a beat, but he tried to play it cool. “Yeah? And what if I don’t want to share my number?”

She smirked, tilting her head. “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep running into you by accident. Seems like it’s working so far.”

Will laughed, pulling out his phone. “Alright, you’ve got me. What’s your number?”

She rattled it off, and Will quickly typed it into his contacts. He sent her a quick text—just his name and a smiley face—so she’d have his number too.

“There,” he said, holding up his phone. “Now, you can’t say I didn’t make an effort.”

She grinned, pulling out her own phone to save his number. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As she turned to leave, Will felt a pang of disappointment. He watched her walk away, her figure disappearing into the crowd, before turning back to Mikey and Ieuan. The two of them were grinning like idiots, clearly waiting for him to say something.

“So,” Mikey said, slinging an arm around Will’s shoulders. “Your neighbour, huh?”

Will groaned, shoving him off. “Don’t start.”

Ieuan smirked, holding up his phone. “Too late. I already got a photo of you two. This is going straight on Twitter.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Will said, though he knew what Ieuan said was an empty threat.

Mikey laughed, clapping him on the back. “Face it, mate. You’re down bad.”

Will rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Will found himself checking his phone more often than usual, his heart skipping a beat every time a notification popped up. Their messages had started off casual—just a few texts here and there—but quickly evolved into something more. It was the kind of back-and-forth that made him smile like an idiot, even when he was in the middle of work.

Her: So, what’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you on camera?

Will: Oh god, don’t make me relive it.

Her: Come on, I told you about the time I tripped and ate shit in front of my entire uni class. Fair’s fair.

Will: Fine. There was this one time we were filming a challenge video, and I accidentally set off a fire alarm. In a library. It was mortifying.

Her: No way. Please tell me there’s footage.

Will: Oh, there is. But I’m taking that one to my grave.

Her: I’ll find it. I have my ways.

Will: You’re terrifying.

Her: You love it.

Will stared at his phone, his cheeks heating up at her last message. He didn’t even notice James leaning over his shoulder until it was too late.

“Mate, you’re grinning at your phone like a lunatic,” James said, his tone dripping with amusement. “Who is it?”

Will quickly locked his screen, shoving his phone into his pocket. “No one.”

James raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Right. And I’m the Queen of England. Come on, spill. Is it the neighbour?”

Will groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe. So what?”

James smirked, leaning back in his chair. “You’re gone, mate. It’s written all over your face.”

“Shut up,” Will muttered, though he couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s just texting. No big deal.”

“Sure it isn’t,” James said, his shit eating grin widening.

Will chucked a cushion at him, but he was smiling. As much as he hated to admit it, James was right. He was gone. And he didn’t mind one bit.

The messages continued, each one pulling him further into her orbit. They talked about everything—her favourite books, any film recommendations he had, the time she accidentally locked herself out of her flat in her pyjamas. It was easy, effortless, and Will found himself looking forward to every notification.

Then, one evening, during a late filming session he was sprawled on the sofa at the office, his phone buzzed.

Her: So, I was thinking…

Will: Dangerous.

Her: Ha. Very funny. But seriously, I was thinking… we should hang out. Properly. 

Will’s heart skipped a beat. He typed out a reply, deleted it, and then typed it again.

Will: Yeah, I’d like that. What did you have in mind?

Her: There’s this little park near the flat. It’s quiet, nice for a walk. I’ll meet you there and we could grab coffee and just… chill.

Will: Sounds perfect. When?

Her: Tomorrow? Say, 3?

Will: I’ll be there.

Will put his phone down, trying to act casual, but his heart was racing. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, a grin spreading across his face before he could stop it. He quickly schooled his expression, glancing around the room to make sure no one had noticed. James was sprawled on the other end of the couch, scrolling through his phone, while Mikey and Ieuan were arguing over something in the kitchen. For once, they were too absorbed in their own chaos to pay him any attention.

Good. He didn’t need the teasing right now.

Will picked up his phone again, unlocking it just to reread the messages. We should hang out. Properly. His stomach did a weird little flip, and he had to bite his lip to keep from smiling like an idiot. He wasn’t sure what “properly” meant, but he wasn’t about to overthink it. Not yet, anyway.

He opened his camera roll, scrolling through a few recent photos to make sure he didn’t look like a complete mess. His hair was… fine. He could work with this. Maybe he’d shave in the morning. Just to be safe.

“What’s got you so twitchy?” James asked suddenly, not looking up from his phone.

Will froze, his thumb hovering over the screen. “What? Nothing. I’m not twitchy.”

James glanced at him, one eyebrow raised. “You’ve been staring at your phone like it’s about to explode. Spill.”

Will sighed, shoving his phone into his pocket. “It’s nothing. Just… plans tomorrow.”

James smirked, clearly not buying it. “Plans, huh? With who?”

“No one,” Will said quickly, though the way his voice cracked gave him away.

James sat up, his grin widening. “Alright, keep your secrets. Though we know who it is already. Enjoy your plans.”

Will chucked a cushion at him, but he was smiling.

The next day dragged on endlessly. Will tried to focus on work, but his mind kept wandering. He found himself glancing at the clock every five minutes, counting down the hours until 3. By the time the afternoon rolled around, he was a bundle of nerves, pacing around the flat and second-guessing everything.

“What am I even wearing?” Will asked himself, as he rifled through his wardrobe. He held up a hoodie and then tossed it aside. “Something casual but not too casual, maybe?”

Will hummed to himself, “What about this?” pulling out a clean jumper and holding it up to the mirror over his body. Nodding, he put it on.

By the time 2:30 rolled around, Will was ready to crawl out of his skin. He grabbed his jacket, checked his hair in the mirror one last time, and headed out the door before he could talk himself out of what he was wearing. Again.

The park was only a short walk away, but it felt like an eternity. Will’s hands were shoved deep in his pockets, his breath visible in the cool air. He spotted her almost immediately, sitting on a bench under a tree. She looked up as he approached, her smile lighting up her face.

“Hey,” she said, standing to greet him. “You made it.”

“Hey,” Will replied, his voice slightly breathless—though not from the walk. “Thanks for inviting me here. It’s nice.”

She nodded, falling into step beside him as they started down the path. “Yeah, I come here when I need to clear my head.”

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds the crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant chatter of other park-goers. Will glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his heart skipping a beat when he saw the way the sunlight caught her eyes. The golden hour light seemed to soften everything, and he felt a strange sense of calm, even as his nerves buzzed beneath the surface.

After a moment, Will broke the silence, his voice light and curious. “So, what made you move to this area? It’s not exactly the most… lively part of London.”

She hummed in thought, “Honestly? It was the flat. I’d been looking for ages, and when I saw the place, I just knew it was the one. Big windows, decent kitchen, and—most importantly—no mould. That’s a win in my book.”

He grinned. “No mould? Living the dream.”

“Exactly,” she said, smiling. “What about you? Why’d you move here?”

He tilted her head, thinking for a moment. “I needed a change. My old place was… fine, but it felt like I was just going through the motions there. You know? I wanted somewhere that felt like a fresh start. And when I saw the flat, I loved how quiet the street was. Well, most of the time.” Will shot her a playful look. She said nothing, just laughed.

Will changed the topic. “So, what’s with the reggaetón, then? That's what it's called, right? I mean, it’s not exactly what I’d expect to hear blasting in the morning.”

She smiled indulgently, clearly enjoying his curiosity. “It’s my go-to hype music. I used to live in Spain for a bit, and it just stuck with me. There’s something about it that just… wakes you up, you know? Gets you moving.”

Will nodded, pretending to consider it. “I mean, I can’t argue with that. It definitely woke me up. Every. Single. Morning.”

She laughed again, nudging him with her elbow. “Sorry, not sorry. But hey, if it makes you feel any better, I’ve been listening to it a bit quieter lately. Consider it a peace offering.”

“I appreciate it,” Will said, grinning. “Though I have to admit, the mornings have been a bit too quiet without it. I didn’t realise how much I’d gotten used to it.”

She raised an eyebrow, her smile teasing. “Are you saying you miss my music?”

“Maybe,” Will admitted, his cheeks heating up. “Don’t let it go to your head, though.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Too late.”

They continued walking, the conversation flowing effortlessly. At one point, she pointed out a small café tucked into the corner of the park, its windows glowing warmly in the fading light. “That place does the best hot chocolate,” she said. “Want to grab one?”

Will nodded, trying to hide his excitement. “Yeah, sounds perfect.”

The café was cosy, with mismatched furniture and the faint scent of cinnamon in the air. They found a table near the window, and Will couldn’t help but notice how the soft light made her eyes sparkle. They ordered two hot chocolates, and when they arrived, topped with whipped cream and a dusting of cocoa powder, Will couldn’t resist taking a photo.

“For the ‘gram,” he joked, holding up his phone.

She laughed, stirring her drink with a spoon. “Do you always document your food, or is this a special occasion?”

“Only when it’s this photogenic,” Will said, grinning. “And when I’m with good company.”

She smiled at that, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Smooth.”

“I try,” Will said, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. It was rich and creamy, exactly what he needed on a cool evening. “So, Spain, huh? What took you there?”

She leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. “The company I worked for closed the branch in the UK, but I was in the middle of a project at the time with an important client, so I had to move until it was complete.”

Will nodded, intrigued. “That’s amazing. Do you miss it?”

“Sometimes,” she said, her smile softening. “But I think I needed to come back. It’s easy to get stuck in one place, you know?”

“I get that,” Will said, his tone thoughtful. “I’ve always wanted to travel more, but I never seem to find the time.”

She smiled and nodded. “You should. Life’s too short.”

They stayed at the café for a while, talking about everything and nothing—favourite places they’d visited, the worst food they’d ever tried, whether they were morning people or night owls (she was definitely a morning person, much to Will’s amusement). The conversation was easy, natural, and Will found himself wishing the evening would never end.

As they left the café, the cool evening air wrapping around them like a blanket, she turned to him with a smile. “Thanks for today,” she said, her voice soft. “I had a really good time.”

“Me too,” Will replied, his voice equally quiet. “We should do it again sometime.”

She nodded, her smile widening. “I’d like that.”

And as they walked back to their flats, the city lights flickering to life around them, Will couldn’t help but feel like everything was falling into place. For the first time in a long time, he was exactly where he was meant to be.

[live-laugh-lenney]

The One Where YN Meets Will.

Hello, hi!

I’m Emily, I’ve had this blog for a few months now and I’m not sure what I want to do with it, apart from reblog gifs of Will and catch up on all things Youtube and the Eboys and the Sidemen and all that. Thought about giving writing a go, since I’ve done some before on another blog for another fandom, and this came from my brain as an attempt at writing for WillNE.

I am willing to take requests or write anything that anyone wants me to write about, if anyone would like one written for a specific idea.

Hope you like it. x

A consistent buzz came beside her.

Rumbling on top of her bedside table, her phone laid overturned and ringing with an incoming call from someone, charging on the thick Stephen King book that she was halfway through reading, ripples rolling over the surface of the water in the tall glass placed next to it, that she took to bed with her the previous night. She glanced at the salt lamp, small and jagged-looking and emitting a dull orange glow behind the sunlight that streamed through her windows, and gave herself a tut for leaving it on overnight; she couldn’t remember leaving it on although she couldn’t help but give a mental clap at how truthful the benefits of having a Himilayan salt lamp had been.

‘MUM’

The three letter word flashed at her in bold text, above a candid photo that someone had taken of her and her mum in a heart-to-heart chat in the middle of a family barbecue that had taken a turn once her father had found the alcohol stash in the garage and turned a casual family get-together into a night where everyone stumbled over the front doorstep on their way out. A heart-to-heart conversation that had them both smiling brightly at one another.

“Mum, hi.”

“Hi, darling.” Her voice sounded so soft, so sweet, inviting and warm and YN missed her more than anything; if she had anything to say about moving miles away, she would always give the advice of making sure distance was something you could handle. “You sound tired, did I wake you? I thought you’d be on your way to work by now.”

YN looked at the red numbers on the screen of her alarm clock, reading 7:45, and she had a tiny freak-out for a brief moment before she came to the realisation that it was her day off and she wasn’t due into work until after the weekend had finished.

“You did, yeah. I’m not due at work today though. They gave me the day off since my boss’ schedule is just meetings out of town today. He’s up North for conferences and such and it was late notice for me so he didn’t mind me not accompanying him. I wouldn’t have been able to do much anyway,” YN clarified and she used her free hand to push herself up from the mattress. Her hair was knotted and pillow-messed, sticking up in all directions and falling loose from the ponytail she’d thrown it up in before she fell asleep. Her t-shirt twisted around her middle which she adjusted with her fingers, bringing her knees to her chest and staring out the window as the sun continued its rise in the horizon. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, don’t fuss about me,” she heard her mother tut from down the line. But YN couldn’t help but fuss over the two of them; if she lived closer to them, she wouldn’t worry so much because they’d be just a short distance away if they needed her help. But she didn’t live close and she hadn’t done for almost two years; she lived almost 300 miles northeast of where she used to live with her parents and it wouldn’t take her more than twenty minutes to tend to their needs. “We’re both fine, stop worrying yourself, darling. Your dad’s been back doing his gardening so he’s out there already. Watering his flowers, spraying fertiliser, cleaning all the fox poo up. He’s been growing some veggies in the plot next to the greenhouse so you can take some back when you next come to visit.”

YN smiled to herself, bringing her shoulders to her jawline before dropping them and relaxing against her headboard. The back of her head resting against the plush velvet, coloured a clean white, and her toes curled into the sheet beneath her, her fist clutching the duvet as she brought it tighter to her body.

“You can always send me some in a box? Or you could come and visit and drop them off yourself? You know I’ve got the spare room in the new place if you want to come up for a weekend. It’s vacant, just full of my empty moving boxes and bags that I haven’t gotten rid of yet,” YN said, a yawn creeping up her throat that she hid with the palm of her hand, “I need dad’s handyman work to come and help put some shelves up. You’ve not seen it yet.”

“Your dad said it’s a lovely flat. Lovely view. Lovely building. But, you know what he’s like when it comes to describing things. Everything’s lovely,” her mother snorted and YN laughed softly; her father had always been vague and she’s pretty sure that she’d never heard him use any other word to describe something other than ‘lovely’. “We’ve been talking about paying you a visit.”

“Please do. It’s a little lonely here by myself. I’m yet to meet new friends or have a chat with the neighbours. Everyone’s either back in Cornwall or back in Hackney and both are a hefty distance away.”

YN had never considered herself as an introvert so to call herself lonely felt strange.

She was always the friend who asked for the bill, she was the friend who made the complaint in a restaurant when a plate of food came back wrong, she was the friend who made advances on blokes in pubs and clubs because her friends were too shy to go and introduce themselves and she was the friend who always carried the responsibility of making polite conversation with people in pubs when they needed a table to perch themselves at. She was that friend. So making friends with strangers and starting conversations with her co-workers and approaching others who she found had kind features was never something she struggled with.

Moving to a new place and having to make new relationships and form new bonds, regardless of how far it was from the bonds and relationships you already had, she found it daunting to start fresh.  

“What are you doing today?”

“I’m not sure. The weather is really nice and it looks warm out so I might go and explore Canary Wharf and see what’s around. I need to do some shopping, food and furniture, so I might do some of that,” YN rolled onto her side and let her cheek rest against the cold side of her mattress, the backs of her thighs exposed to the cool air of her bedroom as her t-shirt rose up her body; and she made a mental note to buy herself so proper pyjamas because knickers and an oversized t-shirt could cause more problems than expected. “We’ve got a lovely grass area outside the block of flats so I might sit out there, soak up the sunshine, read a book and eat some lunch. I don’t know. Might see how the day goes, I have a good feeling about it.”

“Go exploring. You can find some places to show us when we come to visit,” and YN smiled.

“I’ll do that. You’ll love it mum. This place is amazing. I feel so lucky to have been given something as beautiful as this. I had a crack den for my first flat so this feels like a dream,” she stared at her ceiling. There was no yellow tint from how the previous tenants smoked inside and there were no unusually coloured stains on the ceiling’s coving that caught the eye because of how a stain of that colour shouldn’t have been there, leaving the mystery of just how it got there… and YN didn’t need that kind of stress over something like that. “It doesn’t smell like pee, there’s no syringes outside and there’s no sign of vomit or shit stains on the floor because it’s all laminate.”

“You deserve it, darling. You really do.”

“It’s clean, mum. It came clean, it smells clean, it looks clean. Everything looks brand new and,” YN pauses for a moment, rolling onto her stomach and she sighs with content, “I love it.”

*

After hanging up, she contemplated getting up and getting dressed for the day.

It felt rather tempting to stay in her comfortable loungewear and enjoy the silence, the time to herself and the time off she had been after for so long, taking advantage of Deliveroo and ordering food for breakfast, lunch and dinner rather than cooking something homemade and having the leftovers the next day (or for when she woke up in the early hours with a hankering for something to nibble on, because she could, because she didn’t have an authority figure to tell her no).

By the time her phone call ended with her mother, it was a little over forty-five minutes later and her alarm clock showed a time that she didn’t want to see on her day off; 8:35am. She expected another hour or two added on to her usual sleep schedule, to make a difference to the usual 6am alarm call that had her detesting her job just a tiny bit, but it wasn’t frowned upon because she’d take any given opportunity to speak to her mother. The one person she called her best friend because she really was the only person, apart from her father, that she’d drop anything and everything important for. Her sleep didn’t matter when she got to her the voice of someone she missed so dearly.

Porridge and fruit, a colourful array of strawberries and blueberries and bananas and cranberries in her bowl, and a warm cup of tea had been her breakfast as she caught up with the lifestyle Youtube channel she had been in the loop with. A Youtube channel that she had been a big fan of from the moment she moved to London, one who she turned to in times of need, one that she stumbled across when googling aesthetically pleasing ways to decorate a flat because she really needed to do something about how her Hackney flat had looked before a lick of paint and a hanging plant, one that she continued to view and like and followed tips from, even when it came to her new flat.

“Don’t be afraid to like monochrome and definitely don’t be afraid to follow a colour scheme that might seem ‘out there’ and in your face. If you like lime green then go paint a portion of your wall that colour. If you like the brightest shade of pink then go mad and add some colour to your life. You can never feel more organised than when your surroundings follow a consistent pattern that brings immense amounts of joy when you enter.”

The young girl on her screen, with space-buns either side of her head and an outfit that definitely came from a trendy thrift store clothes rail, sat before a wall of a delicious shade of peach that YN thought looked lovely; not for herself, because she’d stuck with the whites and the greys and the blacks that her flat already consisted of, but perfect for the young twenty-something year old.

“There are loads of websites where you can buy hanging plants, or artificial hanging baskets, and hanging canvas prints and wall art. I’m always looking for new things to buy so I’ll link some of my favourite online stores for you to check out; hit my Instagram mentions up with photos of things you’ve brought, too. That’s what I love to see.”

YN’s spoon clinked against the ceramic bowl in front of her as she pushed it away from her, reaching for her television remote and turning off her Youtube app, her television turning off completely and leaving a black screen behind. The flat falling silent. She looked around her, drumming her fingers against the tabletop, eyes squinting as the sunlight streamed through the wall-to-ceiling windows and made everything feel bright..

As much as she warmed to the idea of staying inside and ordering furniture and decor for her home, scrolling through online stores to buy something she thought she needed but really didn’t need, she had a good feeling about the upcoming day.

*

“Listen, love, I’m not sure if you could tell but I’m not exactly a people person. I don’t know you, don’t want to know you, have no plans to get to know you. You might live in the building but that doesn’t mean we need to be friendly.”

He spoke with such vigour in his voice that YN could only keep quiet so as to not entice a negative reaction out of him in such a confined space because confrontation was something she was never comfortable with. Sure, she’d endured confrontation before but that was from people she had been acquainted with, the ones she was friends with, people she saw on a daily basis and from people she worked with, from those who were supposed to confront her when something was wrong or hadn’t been down in a way it was supposed to be done; her boss, mainly. This man was a complete stranger, someone she didn’t know,someone she’d never seen before so instant regret filled her veins. She thought he looked friendly enough to start a quick conversation, to make the lift ride seem a little less boring, filling the empty space with general chit-chat.

Cowering away from him and almost closing in on herself, even though his attention stayed focused on the screen of his phone as he scrolled through a social media app, she thought he’d finished with her and she hadn’t expected him to perk up anymore.

“Not everyone likes to chat to strangers.”

“Well, I like chatting to strangers so don’t mind him,” a quirky Geordie accent perked up from behind her, her posture adjusting at the sudden appearance of someone behind her; she’s sure she didn’t see anyone else in the lift, apart from the towering bloke beside her, when she stepped into the lift but, then again, he was tucked away in the corner with a cap on his head and she had been looking at the floor as she entered because a mark on her white shoe had caught her attention. “Come chat to me, if you want. Promise I won’t bite your head off like matey-boy there.”

Her trainers squeaked on the floor as she spun around, eyes raking up and down his figure so she could get a good look at who the voice belonged to, almost staking him out in a way. He was a handsome chap, with brown hair sticking out from beneath a black cap upon his head that he’d pulled quite far down his forehead, a cheeky grin on his face that made the mood in the lift much brighter. There was a graphic print printed on the front of the black hoodie he had decided to throw on, the commonly-known Adidas stripes lining the length of his joggers, trainers on his feet with the laces loose and almost untying by themselves (clumsy, she assumed he was, because there’s no way he wouldn’t trip over them as soon as they loosened completely).

“I’m Will. Will Lenney.”

“I’m YN.”

“Do I get your surname? S’only fair since I told you mine.”

She laughed softly and replied with her surname, a look of appreciation on his features as he held his hand out for her to take, which she gladly shook with her own. Skin so soft, fingers so delicate, with a hold so strong that she couldn’t find herself letting go. She didn’t want to let go. This was the first contact she’d had with someone new, in a month of being new to the area, and it just so happened to be with someone she found rather attractive to the eye.

The bloke from before, who had tore down her attempts at being the friendly neighbour who he would, no doubt, see quite often, couldn’t help but let out the strongest sigh of annoyance. A sound that brought them back to reality, hands falling from their hold, dropping back down to their sides with a faint rosy-look on their cheeks that didn’t come from how warm it was. A sound that made the both of them turn their noses up, that made them their eyebrows scrunch on their browlines and made them want to really throw words at him until he gained some manners. Yet they ignored him because he wasn’t worth the time.

“You’re new here, aren’t you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” he started, adjusting the backpack on his shoulder that had slipped with the movement of his arm falling down to his side. His fingertips and right down to the middle of his palm still felt heavy with the thought of her hand still in his. “I’d remember such a beautiful face.”

The heat already on her cheeks reached boiling and she knew her flushed look caught his attention. His smile turning into a grin which had her looking at her feet, shyly. A handsome lad with a sense of immense charm about him; she liked him and it wasn’t typical of her to form an attraction at such an early stage.

“Yeah, I moved in about a month ago. Floor 10, right at the end of the corridor. A proper upgrade from where I used to be located but thanks to my work, they moved me from my previous office block to my current office block in Canary Wharf and said they’d move me closer if necessary,” she thought she was rambling and she expected a look of faint annoyance on his features that would silently tell her to shut up. She picked at the loose string hanging from the hem of her t-shirt and twirled it around her finger, looking up from her feet and seeing a look of intense concentration on his face, enticing her to carry on. “The move was necessary. Completely necessary. It wasn’t a nice place where I was before, it was the first thing I saw on the website and I was desperate for somewhere to live. If I stayed there, I would be half an hour away otherwise.”

Canary Wharf.

It was a complete upgrade from the streets of Hackney and the dingy flat she had become so accustomed to for a little less than a year; the smell of weed and tobacco would fill the corridors and hit her in the face when she left her front door, the lights were always dim and flickered and the lifts were rickety and untrustworthy, discarded bikes and scooters and old prams and baby-carriers littered the space between one end of the hallway to the other, suspicious figures dressed in black hoodies and grey joggers always greeted her with stone-cold faces and squared-up jaws. An attempt, she guessed, to look like they were the typical hardnuts of the complex and that they weren’t to be messed with, even if it was just a polite ‘excuse me’ to pass them by and to be out of their hair within a moment.

It wasn’t all bad, regardless. Her neighbours were sweethearts, they always said hello and invited her in for cups of tea and a slice of cake after she finished work, most people were kind and warm and had their own back stories as to why they chose such a place to live - she could only imagine that the building was a nice place to live, with residents who took care of themselves and the place they lived in, before London gangs took over and were on the high of increasing and before drug dealers became more frequent on the streets - and her life, thank god,  was never bothered. No one intervened, no one found her life to be their business to spread and life felt normal; she had a home, somewhere to live, somewhere to sleep and eat and shower and feel warm and cosy in a bed. Even if it wasn’t as nice as she had wanted it to be, she had somewhere.

Her new flat was almost dream-like if you compared it to what she lived in before. It made her Hackney flat look like a pit; a drug-den, if you will. She could wake up to pure sunshine filtering through double-glazed windows and there was no chance that she would be rudely woken up in the middle of the night from the ghoulish moans of the wind getting trapped between cracked window panes or the drunken yells of people stumbling down the hallways back to their homes. She could walk to her new place of work rather than hop on public transport and she could take the time to explore a side of London she never had the chance to see. Her floor was laminated wood, heated when the nights were cold, and there were no stains of garishly and disgusting colours of god-knows-what from previous tenants who had lived there. The view was beautiful, she could see right to the end of the horizon, and the scenes she was greeted with on her arrival home were almost picturesque… except pictures could never do it justice.

She’d been there for a month.

A whole four weeks.

And she could already feel improvements in her lifestyle that weren’t so bold before. She woke up happier and didn’t feel the need to stay in bed for a lie-in, she felt happier during the day and had a bob in her step that brought light to her office block, she felt safe when she walked out the reception and into the open space by the entrance and didn’t feel like she would be jumped by hiding predators if she arrived home late at night. She was friendly with her neighbours, always popped round to give them any post that had been posted through her mailbox by accident or if deliveries were left with them when she’d been at work and always started a conversation with them when they stood waiting for the lift to arrive on their floor.

“Oh, nice. What is it-”

The ding of the lift stopped Will mid-sentence, silenced them and halted their conversation as the doors opened to reveal the reception floor, empty and desolate from people. It was mid-morning, almost lunchtime, so YN had assumed most were working or out in the streets of London to enjoy the sunshine; the latter being what she had planned to do.

The man from the lift, who had tucked himself in the corner and stuck earphones in to block out their conversation, made sure he was the first one out and disappeared before YN could give him a sarcastic goodbye, not that he would have heard her anyway so she settled with a wave, a really exaggerated and over-the-top wiggle of her fingers, and hoped he saw it in the reflection of the window as he left and disappeared into the mass of people walking by their block of apartments.

“You’re a right character, you,” Will admitted, nudging her with his elbow and smirking at her, “what is it you do, job-wise? That’s what I wanted to ask.”

“I’m a PA for a CEO at an advertising company. A personal assistant who runs and gets coffee for everyone, gets lunch during her lunch-break, who organises meetings and creates schedules and gets the big boss what he wants when he wants it,” she clarified, “it’s not exactly the best job and I wish I was doing something I wanted to do but it pays well. For now, it’s enough to get me by and keep this place.”

They started walking toward the automatic doors of the entrance, feeling the cool air of the shade on their exposed skin that definitely disappeared as soon as the sunshine hit them, coming to a stop just by a brick wall. Young children were running around with their parents walking behind, cyclists were dinging bells to pass through large groups and groups of university students were huddled on the grass, eating lunches they’d brought from restaurants on their way, backpacks discarded and being used as pillows as they laughed and joked. Tourists were taking photos and posing to show off where they’d been and what they got up to when it came to showing their friends back home and businessmen and businesswomen were almost speed-walking to get back to their offices in time with a styrofoam takeaway lunch in their hands.

“I’m not keeping you from anything, am I? Just tell me to piss off if I am.”

“No, no. Don’t be silly. I’m only popping round the corner to see my mate. He won’t mind if I’m late,” he said, perching down on the brick wall and patting the space beside him. The legs of his ankles rose up to show the white ankle socks he’d paired with his trainers., “What is it you want to do as a job? Just, the way you talk about your job now makes it sound like you don’t like it.”

“I do like it there. But I don’t want to be a personal assistant, running round London to get coffee and sandwiches, for the rest of my life. I’ve always dabbled in blogging, taking photos, talking about nonsense and stuff. Posting videos and vlogging, too. I’ve tried it out as something fun, documenting holidays and stuff, and I’d love to do something with that and take it further but... I don’t know,” she sat down beside him, sliding her bag off of her shoulder and setting it on her lap, arm looped underneath the handles to keep it from spilling the contents inside, “I don’t want to be a social influencer but someone who does what she wants to do and gets by by just being herself. No companies to promote her or anything. Nothing to boost her. All her,” she stared off into the distance, tapping the heel of her foot against the concrete. Will nodded. “What do you do?”

“I, uh,” he scoffed out a laugh and rubbed the nape of his neck. His hat fell from his head and he decided to swap the shade of the cap to the sunglasses he had hanging from the neck of his hoodie, “funnily enough, I post videos on Youtube. I’m a Youtuber.”

Her head whipped round and she gawked at him. Eyes wide, mouth agape and her hand found his forearm, squeezing it tightly with excitement.

“You’re not?”

“I am, yeah. I was in university, didn’t like what I was studying, and I was told that if I really felt strongly about this Youtube malarky then I should pursue it to its possible potential and see where I end up. My mum’s words, not mine,” he snorted. He felt her hand loosen around his forearm and he watched her face become rigid as she came to the realisation of what she’d done. He dismissed it because he didn’t want to embarrass her but, really, he didn’t mind and he found it endearing.  “I’m not that big or popular or anything but I’ve got a couple million subscribe-”

“Not that big,” she mocked and rolled her eyes, “a couple million subscribers is huge. I’ll have to search you up. What’s your channel name?”

“WillNE. Like, Will then an N then an E. Like a-”

“Like a play on words with your surname,” she grinned as she proudly finished his sentence for him and he nodded, rather pleased with himself; and she had to give it to him, it was something special, unique and rather creative than some of the stand-out names she could think of from the platform. Some were really out there and had no relevance to who they were nor what they spoke about, some were vague and some were almost as bonkers as the people who came up with them. “That’s really cool. This is really cool. A famous Youtuber lives in my flat complex... I’m talking to a famous Youtuber right now... heck, I’ve managed to keep my cool around someone famous and I’m amazed I haven’t embarrassed myself. Wait till I tell my friends about this. They won’t believe me.”

“They’re not fangirls or anything, are they?”

“No, ha. If anyone’s the fangirl out of my friends then it’s me. I’ll find myself watching Youtube when I’ve got nothing else to do,” she admitted, “cooking dinner? I’ll stick someone on to watch. Can’t sleep? I’ll just binge watch someone until I’m tired. Day off and there’s nothing to do? I’ll find a channel and just let it go from there.”

“Maybe I’ll pop up on there one day. I’ll help cure your boredom,” Will grinned, “then you can say ‘hey, that’s one of my mates there on my telly, that is’.”

A comfortable silence swallowed the both of them as they sat and let the seconds tick by. The tweets of the birds came from above, distant chatter came from the students lounging on the grass behind, scuffs of soles signified people were walking and jogging nearby and despite the feeling of time coming to end between the two of them, neither of them wanted to leave the other, neither wanted to bring the conversation to an end and neither of them wanted to part ways.

“So, we’re mates, huh?”

“Yeah, I reckon so,” Will smiled. Eyes locking with hers for a brief second, long enough to catch the twinkle in her eye and the genuine smile that lifted up her lips, “you’re a good’un. I like you. I think we’ll get along really bloody well, me and you.”

*

(WILL’S TEXTS. YN’S TEXTS.)

Filming a video tomorrow. Fancy coming by?

Won’t I get in the way?

Bollocks will you. Come along. Please. You can see firsthand how to make a Youtube video since you said you’ve always thought about it.

Where?

Only at my place. A TWOTI.

This Week On The Internet… nice one. I’ll be there.

You’ve done your research on me!

Spent all day googling you. As soon as you walked away, I started my research and I cut my day short so I could come home and watch your videos. Just call me a superfan now.

Superfan, ha.

I’ll have to test you. Could get you in a video to see if you’re my biggest fan.

Try me. I’ll get full marks. Your subscribers will look like phonies compared to me, hahaha.

You might have to sit off camera, out of shot, tomorrow. If I don’t finish everything by the time you get here, that is. No distractions. No pulling faces behind the camera.

I’ll be on my best behaviour. I’ll fangirl at the door, drop my Twitter handle into conversation, ask for a signature and a photo and then I’ll be fine.

I’m not going to regret this, am I?

You won’t hear a peep out of me. Promise.

Come by after lunch then. We can get some takeaway for lunch or something, if you don’t eat before, and I’ll have some bits filmed by the time you get here so you won’t have to sit in silence for too long.

Make it 1pm and it’s a deal.

Why 1pm?

It’s Saturday tomorrow. I don’t get up before noon on the weekends. Not even for you, mister big-shot Youtuber. ;)

And here I was, thinking you would throw your routine away for your new best mate.

Nice try.. see you tomorrow, William.

Ohh, serious. Full name and all. I see how it is, YN.

Goodnight, you muppet.

See you tomorrow. x

[whereyoustand]

Pancakes, Anyone?

Will Lenney x Reader

can I request a willne imagine where he wakes up and you arent in bed and he walks in on your cooking breakfast for alex and george and gee and it's all fluffy

Summary- You make breakfast for everyone after a night out and Will realises how much he loves you.

Warnings- Swearing, My terrible writing, Mentions of drinking,

Masterlist

Will's eyes fluttered open as he woke up from his sleep. Bright sunlight drifted into his room through the small gap between his curtain.

He remembered the nights before and rubbed his head to stop his hangover headache from rolling in. He groaned, wishing he didn't drink so much.

He felt around for you and his eyebrows furrowed when he came up empty.

He sat up quickly and glanced around. You weren't getting ready or anything. Will reached for his phone and glanced at the time, 9:46am. It was early.

He threw of his covers and pulled on some sweatpants and pulled on a jumper as he walked out the room. A strong smell distracted him for a second and he was confused as to who was cooking. He heard laughs in the kitchen.

He paused and waited to hear more.

"I didn't know you cooked?" He heard Alex say.

"Yeah, thank God though!" He heard George. "Was worried you and Will would be fucked otherwise!"

Will had invited them to stay the night so they weren't having to travel home drunk.

"What can I say? I enjoy cooking." You had chuckled. "Now what do you want on your pancakes?"

Will walked into the kitchen where Alex and George were sat at the counter and you were piling up pancakes. Will took a moment to stare at you and take in your presence. Your hair was put up messily so it was out of your face and you were in one of Will's jumpers that reached your knees.

"Here's some painkillers babe, I'm sure you have a hangover." You commented. "You drunk loads last night!"

"Thanks love." Will smiled and took the pills with a glass of water.

"Want any pancakes, babe?" You asked a smile on your face.

Will nodded.

"You have to give me a kiss then!" You smirked as you walked over to him.

"Ugh gross!" He pretended to gag.

"Fine no pancakes!" You shrugged innocently. Will quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap and placed a kiss on your lips.

"Ew guys, really?" George groaned.

Alex laughed. "Yeah leave it for the clickbait!"

Will flipped them off as you stood up and continued with the pancakes.

"Oh my-" Gee walked into the room. "Are those pancakes?"

"Yeah." You smiled. "Feel free to take them. There are spreads there." You pointed to an array of spreads and sides that remained scattered on the kithen side.

Will watched in awe as you poured the batter in. It was so very simple and yet all he could think about was how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

"How many pancakes do you want, love?" You asked.

"Um three at the moment please." Will smiled.

"Y/n these are fucking amazing!" George sighed in delight.

"I'm glad you like them!" You beamed. "Be a bit awkward if you didn't."

"Have you ever thought about becoming a chef?" Gee asked, she'd seen you cook a few times sine you'd stay round their flat so often."

"I'd love to." You flipped the pancake. "But it's so hard to be good with, ya'know, Gordon Ramsay and Jamie Oliver and people like that."

"Jamie Oliver can suck my left but for all I care!" Alex rolled his eyes. You let out a laugh and Will swears it's the most beautiful noise he's heard.

"Well I'm just saying," Alex continued, "he always says everyone else is shit and he's over rated. His food is shit!"

"Someone's passionate about this subject!" George snorted.

You let out a loud laugh as Alex flipped off George. Will stared at you, his mouth forming a small smile. He was so utterly and deeply in love with you.

You put a plate of three pancakes in front of Will and smiled. "Here you are," you beamed. "Fluffy, just how you like them!"

"Thank you!" Will exclaimed and started to grab spreads.

You started turning everything off and put the pan into the sink and started to wash it up.

"You not making yourself any?" Alex asked as he took a bite.

You smiled. "There's no batter left."

Will stopped spreading and glanced at you.

"I'm not that hungry anyway." You promised and placed the pan to drain. Will frowned a little and finished spreading his second pancake.

He got out a second plate and put on pancake on it and put a different spread on it.

Once Alex and George were finished, they said their goodbyes and left. Well, they left after you convinced Alex you was fine with doing all the dishes. You had given them hugs before they left and reminded them that your door was open and fresh food was always being made.

Gee then went to her room after receiving a call from her boyfriend. She smiled lightly and started skipping out the room to talk to her boyfriend.

You started to wash up more dishes when Will grabbed you arm. You glanced at Will with a raised eyebrow before he handed you the plate with a pancake on and your favourite spread on top of it.

Your eyes widened as you looked at the pancake and back at him.

"How did you-?" You started to ask but couldn't find the words.

"You always brush your teeth straight away after eating. Your breath still stinks." Will shrugged. You playfully punched him and sat at the counter. "Now, I'll wash up and you can eat up."

"You're amazing, you know that?" You commented, gazing lovingly at your boyfriend.

"Yeah, you say it to me everyday!" Will joked.

"Oh fuck off!" You rolled your eyes sarcastically and ate another bite of your pancake.

NOTE: ALL WILLNE AND COMMENTARY CREW IMAGINES WILL BE POSTED ON MY NEW ACCOUNT @willxolenney

[damn-behzinga]

Tough Guy

will lenney x reader

summary- reader takes will on a motor cycle ride and the lads want to know more about the unlikely duo.

warnings- swearing, my terrible writing,

masterlist

Will was always a typical extrovert. He craved affection and loved the idea of having someone by his side, friend or lover. He always opened his arms for people and accepted them into his heart.

You, one the other hand, were much more introverted. You were a lone wolf and didn't need a person by your side. You kept your guard up, not letting people into your life until they had truly proven themselves as trust worthy, that's what you had learnt being a detective.

The two of you weren't supposed to become lovers, yet- somehow- it happened.

After meeting at a supermarket, Will gave you his number and you texted him later on. You were vague with your answers but Will was still determined to get to know you.

After almost six months of knowing you, Will finally took you on a date. No where special or posh, he knew you wouldn't like that. He took you to a local cafe that served- in Will's words- the best cappuccino ever.

You slowly let down your walls to Will, accepting him into your life. He was different to other people. He was special.

After a while, you and Will got into a relationship. You would go on dates, only at his flat, never at yours. You only smiled genuinely after the two of you kissed for the first time.

As your walls came down, you started becoming softer around Will. Cuddling him, telling him your past, and even crying on front of him. This only happened around five months into your relationship however.

Will was okay with it though. He genuinely liked you and he was willing to let you take your time. No one was ever this kind to you. It was always judgment or anger. This was new to you.

You had taken Will on plenty of motor cycle rides. You found them comforting and relaxing. Will had enjoyed it, he'd never done it before but seeing the small smile on your face and your tense shoulders relax a bit, showed him how much it meant to you.

You met his friends by accident. It had already been a shitty day so you just wanted to see Will- who had told you prior that he would be alone- and cry on his shoulder.

You had knocked the door a few times before walking in, a little habit you had adapted together. You held your helmet in one hand whilst trying to comb out your hair with the other. You looked up and paused staring at the group of boys gathered on the sofa.

You watched as Will jumped up and smiled at you.

"Should I introduce you?" Will asked softly as he wondered over to you. You shrugged still glaring at his friends who shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

"Lads, this is y/n. Y/n these are the lads; Alex, James, George, Fraser." Will beamed motioning towards each man as he said their names. You simply nodded at them.

"It's nice to meet you." Fraser smiled after a moment of silence.

You nodded slightly, "the same goes to you."

Will walked back to his seat and continued his game of Fifa whilst you sat on a chair further away and opened your laptop to continue your work.

You were concentrating on your work when a mug was settled down besides you. You saw Will's mate Alex stood there, his own mug blanketed under his fingers.

"Will asked me to make you one whilst he finished his game." Alex explained, shrugging his shoulders.

"Thank you." You muttered before quickly throwing him a quick smile. Will had told you to be more polite to others when they give you things.

"So, what do you do?" Alex asked.

You paused what you were doing and turned to him. "I do work and ride a motorcycle."

"You have a motorcycle?" Alex exclaimed. "That's so cool!"

You blinked with surprise. "What?"

"You've got the whole tough guy aesthetic, how the hell are you with Will?" Alex's eyes widened.

You let out a dry chuckle.

"They say opposites attract and, well, I guess we do." You spoke.

"He really likes you." Alex mumbled. "He's become happier."

You refused to let the blush creep up to your cheeks. "I like him as well."

Alex smiled. "I'm glad he found you." He said before standing up and walking away.

"I'm glad he did to." You whispered as you stared at him from across the room.

[musicaldaydreams]

OCTober Day 1: Journey

Sometimes, Amaranth really wished her job didn’t take her so far away.

Ordinarily, she loved it. Never had she felt such purpose as when she was going from place to place for Interpol, finding the clues necessary to stop international troublemakers in their tracks. She loved the places, she loved the people she met, and she especially loved when she found the final piece of evidence that made everything else fall into place. She even enjoyed going undercover, becoming someone new every week. It was interesting, to get a glimpse into a thousand lives apart from her own.

But when one of those jobs happened to take her out of the region on that one day each year, she allowed herself a moment to grumble about the inconvenience.

She did so, as she held tight to the back of her Dragapult, high in the skies over the ocean. She felt a little bad, asking this of her new partner; Lenney had most likely never been on a journey this long in all his life, and here she was, asking him to carry her to Kalos after only knowing each other a few months. Lenney didn’t seem to mind, though; he felt calm under Amaranth’s weight, and every now and then he would pick up a burst of speed and hoot with joy as he carried her through a cloud or past a flock of Fletchling.

Eventually, the forest below grew familiar, and Amaranth patted Lenney’s head and motioned for him to land. He turned and shot like an arrow toward the canopy, only slowing down just in time to gently break through and set his Trainer down on the grass below. She caught her breath and then swatted at the Dragapult, and when he looked expectantly at her she stuck out her tongue.

“Thanks, Lenney,” she said. “I should walk from here.”

She recalled him to his Pokeball and examined the trees, and after a few moments she took off walking. The path she took was not marked, but she knew the way well. It was in her contract, one of the few things she’d insisted on; that she be given this one day, each year, to herself. Her bosses hadn’t even hesitated. She sometimes wondered if they knew what she wanted it for, or if they especially cared- or if they’d followed her, at any point, just to ensure she wasn’t endangering the organization. If they had, she hadn’t heard about it, and she didn’t especially care either way, as long as she was allowed the time.

The forest grew denser as she walked, darker, until suddenly- it ended.

The Pokemon Village was as beautiful as ever. This year, she could see four young Snorlax dozing around the place, and with a small rush of happiness she recognized one of them as the young Munchlax who’d been running around wildly the last time she’d been here. Tiny Flabebe gathered around her curiously as she opened her bag and withdrew a polished pink and yellow Poke Ball. It felt heavy, as always, and as Amaranth held it she took a deep breath.

And pressed the button.

The shimmering beam grew and quickly solidified, and the sun caught the glittering gems of Xerneas’ horns as it stretched its neck out. The Flabebe, excited, scattered around the Pokemon’s hooves.

It turned to Amaranth, and she bowed her head. When she looked up, though, there was a smile across her lips. “Been a while, hm?”

Xerneas tilted its head, and brought its nose down to touch Amaranth’s hand. Her smile widened, but she took a step backwards.

“It’s been eleven years,” she said, closing her eyes. “To the day.”

“Trrrrr.”

“I’m glad we met, even if the circumstances weren’t… great,” she said. “But I need to ask you again. Are you ready to-“

She felt something warm press against the top of her head, and opened her eyes to see Xerneas leaning its neck down, resting its head on her own. It took a step back and licked her forehead with its tiny tongue.

Amaranth grinned. “You sure?”

Xerneas stuck its tongue out at her.

Amaranth laughed. “Okay, okay. Well, we still have the day- let’s enjoy a break.”

They shared a peaceful, playful day among the wild Pokemon of the Pokemon Village. Someday, Amaranth knew, Xerneas likely would want to go on its way, to taste freedom once more. But for now, Amaranth was glad to spend any time she could with it, and with all of her teammates.

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Close My Eyes (1)

I close my eyes and I make believe

You’re the one that’s holding me…

Gif cred. @sdmngifs​

Pairing: WillNE x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k+

Pronouns: She/Her

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Will was hidden in his room, working away at editing a new video. It wasn’t anything special, it was just another TWOTI video. There wasn’t much happening this week, but the fans had been begging for a new TWOTI video. He wasn’t really happy with what he had produced in this week’s video, after all, he didn’t have anything important to talk about. At this point he had finally reached the 6:30 mark of his video, at least he was over halfway done with editing.

Suddenly, Will had felt a tap on his shoulder. He was home alone, who could’ve gotten into his apartment? He turned in his chair, taking his headphones off. His face lit up once he realized who stood in front of him.

Y/n L/n. She had to be Will’s best friend, they had known each other before Will had even started YouTube.

"Hey, Will,“ Y/n held a giant grin on her face.

"Hey, n/n,” Will smiled back, “how’d you get in?”

"I lived with you for months before I moved out, I know you’ve learned to hide an extra key under your welcoming mat,“ Y/n replied sitting down on the bed that belonged to Will.

"Oh yeah,” Will chuckled. “I got drunk a few times too much.”

"I still remember ‘where are my keys, y/n?’,“ Y/n’s grin turned into a small smile.

Will couldn’t remember the moment y/n was talking about, only because during that time he had been blackout drunk. It happened when Will and Y/n had been roommates, they had gone out with Alex, George, and James for drinks one night. Being the responsible woman y/n was, she knew to stay sober because Will would be the one who’d end up drinking a bit too much by the end of the night.

The night had led to Y/n helping Will walk properly without stumbling back to their apartment. Once they had reached the doors, Will had ended up padding himself down in a cold sweat

"Y/n! Y/n! Where’re my keys?!” Will had somehow mumbled out in a panicked tone.

"Will, you idiot,“ Y/n had clicked her tongue, pulling out her own set of keys. "I should’ve known you would’ve lost your keys. Tomorrow I’ll head back to the pub and get them for you if they’re still there.”

"What?! I left my keys?! Y/n we need to get my keys back!“ Will slurred, tugging on Y/n’s jacket gently as she began to unlock the doors.

"I’ll do it tomorrow, Will,” Y/n let out a soft giggle at Will’s drunken state, grabbing his hand to help lead him to his room as he stumbled.

"Y/n…“

"Yes, Will?” A soft smile was placed on Y/n’s face.

"I think I love you.“

Y/n let out another giggle. "I love you too, Will.”

As soon as the pair had finally reached Will’s room, Will had fallen onto his bed roughly, only to be comforted by the softness of his comforter.

Y/n kept a smile on her face as she had gone to leave the room.

"Y/n?“

"Yes, Will?”

"I really meant it. I love you,“ Will had mumbled into his comforter.

From what Y/n could understand, Will most likely mumbled something about him 'loving her.’

"Love you too, Will,” Y/n gave a small nod, finally making her exit.

"I still can’t remember much about that night,“ Will let out a playful scoff.

"Anyways, I have news,” Y/n’s face lit up.

'Please tell me you’ve broken up with him,’ Will thought to himself.

"Everett asked me to marry him!“ Y/n practically yelled, quickly she had flashed her left hand, showing a gorgeous thin silver ban encrusted with five diamonds.

The color drained from Will’s face, his smile disappearing for a quick second before quickly reappearing. "I’m so happy for you, n/n!”

That was a lie.

Will Lenney’s heart broke. For what could be years, Will has had the biggest crush on Y/n L/n. They had known each other even before Will had started YouTube. Throughout the years, they had gone through everything together. They had even been roommates for such a long time before Y/n’s newly engaged fiance had forced her to move out.

Y/n’s boyfriend. Will hated him with all his heart. Y/n’s fiance was known as Everett Conway. Just the name sounded bitter to Will.

Throughout the months on months that Y/n had been with Everett, every time Will had been in the same room as Everett, Everett had been such an arse. He was egotistical and smug. One thing Will knew for sure was that Y/n certainly didn’t have the best taste in men.

'They’re going to break up sooner than later, that’s when I can tell her how I feel,' Will would constantly tell himself.

But now he couldn’t. He had lost Y/n to Everett. How could he let this happen? Why didn’t he do anything to keep this from happening?

"I’m so happy that you’re happy!“ Y/n had replied, standing up. Y/n made her way to Will, sitting down in his lap as she hugged him.

Will tensed up for a moment, only to accept the hug.

'Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry,' Will thought to himself as he buried his head into Y/n’s shoulder. He always loved Y/n’s hugs. They were warm and welcoming, she always smelled good. Was he going to be able to hug her like this after she’s married?

It had been a couple of days after Y/n had told Will about her engagement, Will had found himself sleeping in longer, going to bed later, and having a couple of more beers than he’d usually have.

It felt like it was early morning, Will had himself buried in the blankets of his bed. His shades had been closed shut, keeping out whatever sunlight that could possibly try and enter his room. The brunette was half away, half asleep. There was no sign of him moving anytime soon.

A repeated buzz coming from his phone had gone off, making his phone vibrate against his nightstand. Will let out a loud groan. Maybe if he ignored it, it would stop. After what felt like minutes to Will, he finally gave in to the buzzing phone as he sat up but held a slouch, grabbing his phone. The brightness of the screen had slightly blinded him as he looked at it.

George was calling.

With a sigh, Will pressed the green button of his phone, hearing George’s voice.

"Hey, Will.”

"What is it, George?“ Will replied, laying back down on to his bed.

"Did you get the news about, Y/n?”

"I did,“ Will’s voice became bitter as the thought of her being engaged to Everett flew back into his mind.

"I’m sorry about it, mate. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now,” George’s voice could be heard on the other side of the line.

"I’ll tell you,“ Will scoffed. "I feel like absolute shit.”

"If y/n’s smart, she’ll call it off sooner than later,“ George replied. "We all know that Conway isn’t the kindest.”

"That’s the thing, George,“ Will shot back. "She’s head over heels in love with him and I have no damn idea why. Maybe she just has poor taste in men.”

"Maybe she’s just in love with the idea of being in love instead of that jackass,“ George’s snickering was loud and clear through the phone.

"I think you just might be right,” Will let out a sigh.

"Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that Alex and I are always here or you,“ George had finished his chuckling. "I doubt they’ll make it to the wedding date.”

"Thanks, George,“ Will gave a nod even though he couldn’t be seen.

"I’ll leave you be to your sulking.”

"How’d you know I was sulking?“

"I have my ways,” Geroge quickly spoke before the phone call had been ended.

Will let out another sigh, checking his phone. 11:38 AM.

'Maybe I should get ready for today,' Will thought to himself, pushing his blankets off of himself.

It had only been a couple of days after Will had been given the news about Y/n’s engagement, Will had found himself trying to make himself as busy as he could be. From editing, to trying to hang out with his friends as often as possible, the only thing on Will’s mind was to stay busy.

In all honesty, all he was trying to do was push the thought of Everett being Y/n’s fiance. It hadn’t taken him long to realize the longer he thought about it, the less productive he’d be.

Yes, Y/n and Will would still talk, but Will would make sure Everett bever came into the conversation. And whenever Everett somehow did come up, Will would be quick to change the topic.

Meanwhile with Y/n, she had sent her free time in the next few days working on trying to figure out what was the plan for her wedding. What was the theme? Who would be invited? When was the date? Would the Wedding be held in Britain or would it happen in a different country?

Y/n sat in the small living room of her shared apartment with her fiance, a MacBook sat in her lap.

'Beautiful places in Britain to be wed.’

Y/n bit on one of her nails as she scrolled through a random article dedicated to ‘Top 10 most beautiful places in Britain.’

"Hey, darling.“

Y/n had glanced to her left, seeing her raven haired-fiance enter the room. "Hey, Ev.”

"Whatchu you looking at?“ Everett came closer, glancing down at her computer screen.

"Oh, just some pretty places I thought we could have the wedding take place at,” Y/n gave a small smile, looking up at her fiance who towered above her.

Everett let out a snort, “Wow, you certainly are excited to become a Conway.”

"Well… I just want our wedding to be beautiful too,“ Y/n nodded. "Do you think we could be married in a garden?”

"Are you kidding me? Absolutely not,“ Everett had cringed "Just the thought of all the pollen… No. That’s my final answer."

"Alright then, I’ll keep looking. What about a barn?” Y/n let out a small sigh.

"What do you think we are? Pigs? No way in hell will I get married where animals sleep,“ he scoffed.

"Fine,” Y/n gave a small nod. “Thoughts on a hotel?”

"That feels cheap,“ The towering man crossed his arms. "We should get married in a Chapel. It’s classy and simple.”

"Okay then…“ Y/n gave a small nod as she looked away from Everett. Y/n closed out of her tabs of places with a small frown.

"Oh, don’t be sad, darling,” Everett squatted down closer to Y/n, placing a hand under her chin, making her look at him. “There are many more choices you can make about the wedding.”

Y/n gave a small nod as she cracked a smile. “You’re right, Ev. Sorry for being such a bummer.”

"Mhm,“ Everett gave a small nod as he stood up. "Anyways I need to head out, I need to meet up with some business mates.”

"What are you guys gonna do?“ Y/n asked, watching her fiance step toward the front door.

"Oh, just talk about some architect plans, stuff like that,” he replied, picking up a black coat from the hanger that stood next to the white door.

"Oh, alright,“ Y/n replied, shutting her computer.

"Also, Y/n… before I go, just know you’re not allowed to have any boys over. I don’t want something bad to happen to you,” Everett had paused what he was doing to turn to the h/c girl who placed herself on top of the grey couch in their small living room.

"Well is it okay if I have Gaby over?“  Y/n picked up the TV remote that had been shoved in between the soft cushions of the couch.

Gaby was one of the very few female friends Y/n had, she was also one of her best friends. Gaby and Y/n had known each other even longer than Will and Y/n had known each other, which was saying a lot. Whenever Y/n would have a problem, she’d end up venting it to Gaby, and Gaby would of course listen and give her the best advice she could.

Everett bit his lip, thinking for a moment, "Not for too long.”

"Thanks, Ev,“ Y/n smiled.

"Also, y/n… stop calling me Ev so often, you know my name is Everett, it’s just five letters longer than that nickname. You don’t have to be so lazy, you know,” The fiance replied, still standing by the door that was held open by himself.

"Alright, noted,“ Y/n’s smile faded a bit.

With that, Everett gave a small wink and closed the door, making him disappear from Y/n’s sight. As soon as the door closed, Y/n picked her phone up, immediately opening her text messages.

'Hey Gabs, Can you come over? Everett left for some work stuff and I can only be unsupervised for a limited amount of time.’

Y/n had texted Gaby quickly before changing contacts to another person, Will.

'Hey Will, how’s the next video coming along? I’m alone and hella bored.’

Within seconds, the text message to Will had been read and the typing bubble had appeared.

Gabs: 'Lmao, omw.'

Gaby’s text had appeared up at the top of Y/n’s screen, only to be flicked off-screen by Y/n’s thumb.

WILLIE: 'Just working on an S2W video atm, You always seem to be bored.’

A smile had appeared on Y/n’s face as she read Will’s text.

'I’m always bored because 80% of the time I’m alone.’

Will had read the text immediately and was already typing back.

WILLIE: 'Well, maybe you can waste a good amount of the percentage by helping me out with making a new video some time.’

'Ooh, we do need to schedule a time to make a video together, it’s gonna be so much fun.’

WILLIE: 'Of course, anyways sorry to leave you be to be bored but Alex wants us to get back to watching overly upset people at an airport.’

'Kk.’

Will had seen the text, but no typing bubble popped up.

Y/n let out a sigh as she placed her phone on the coffee table in front of her next to her MacBook and picked up the remote control to the TV.

After a while of searching through Netflix, a loud banging came from the front door. Gaby.

"It’s unlocked!” Y/n called out, her eyes merely glancing at the door before going back to looking for something to watch.

The door slammed open to reveal a girl with straight, long brunette hair and beautiful brown eyes. A silver piercing went through her left nostril.

"It feels like it’s been forever,“ Gaby huffed, closing the door behind her with a kick of her feet.

"It’s been four days, Gaby,” Y/n chuckled, scooting over on the couch to make room for her friend.

"Four days too long!“ Gaby shot back, taking her seat. "Now let me see that ring.”

"You’ve already seen it,“ Y/n giggled, placing the TV remote on the armrest of the couch.

"Only over a photo! I wanna see the real deal!” The brunette replied.

"Okay, okay,“ Y/n shook her head as she stood up. Y/n left the living room, heading into the bedroom she had shared with her fiance. Y/n walked over to her nightstand, opening the top drawer to reveal a small blue velvet box. Taking the box, Y/n walked back out into the living room.

"You’re not wearing it?” Gaby raised a brow.

"Well, I just feel like it’s kinda unnecessary to wear while I’m at home in a tank top and sweats while looking through Netflix,“ Y/n answered, plopping into her original seat as she opened the box.

Once the box had opened, it revealed the silver ring that Y/n had already flashed to Will.

"It’s so pretty!” Gaby gushed, looking at it.

"I know,“ Y/n giggled, brushing a free hand through her hair.

"Damn, doesn’t your fiance make good money?” Gaby looked back up to Y/n’s face instead of the ring.

"Yeah, he’s an architect,“ Y/n shrugged.

"So why do you guys live in an apartment?”

"Well… just the thought of living in a big house with Everett while we’re engaged is something I think I don’t want at the moment. I can only imagine how empty the house would feel considering how often he works compared to me,“ Y/n explained as she stared at the ring. "We also have to pay for the wedding.”

"Have you found anything out about the wedding?“ Gaby leaned her head against her knuckles as she finally looked away from the engagement ring.

"Everett just told me we’re gonna get married in a chapel,” Y/n gave a small shrug.

"Wait, but didn’t you want to get married in a ballroom or garden or some shit like that?“ Gaby replied with another question.

"Uh, yeah. But I guess it’s okay that we’re gonna get married in a chapel. he said it’d be classy,” Y/n gave a small nod.

"Do you get to make any other choices about your wedding?“ Gaby had raised her brow again.

"Yeah, I think so… Everett said so,” Y/n sighed.

"Okay good, because I was worried that he might be too controlling over the marriage or something,“ the other female had moved her knuckles to brush a hand behind her neck.

"Controlling? Everett isn’t controlling, Gaby. He’s never once forced me to do anything I didn’t want to do,” Y/n had done a small eye roll as she spoke.

"Are you sure about that? Because I’m pretty sure he threatened to break up with you if you didn’t move our of the apartment you shared with Will a month and a half after you two started dating,“ Gaby clicked her tongue with a worried look on her face.

"He was just worried I could be cheating. And I moved out to prove that I wasn’t,” Y/n had quickly snapped. She was getting defensive.

"Fine, you moved out to make sure you didn’t lose the chance to ride Conway’s dick, I get it.“

"Really? That’s crossing the line a little bit,” once again, Y/n had rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say,“ Gaby responded as she stood up.

"Alright, if you’re gonna be snotty about my relationship with my loving fiance, you can just get out,”  Y/n spoke quickly without sparing a second to think.

The emotion left Gaby’s face for a quick second. “Fine, I’ll leave. I just wanted to make sure my friend wasn’t in a toxic ass relationship.”

Gaby quickly headed towards the front door.

"I’m not in a toxic relationship, I’m in a loving one!“ Y/n called after the brunette.  Without saying anything else, Gaby had slammed the door, leaving Y/n alone once again.

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Jealousy || Will Lenney

Requested - No, requests are open though ✨

Word Count - 1,278

4.30.20

"What a cock," Will says to Stephen in an annoyed tone. Stephen follows his friend's gaze to Simon Minter, who is leaning against the wall and chatting to Y/n. He, and almost everyone for that matter, were aware of Will's massive crush on her. Whenever he sees her with someone else, he gets jealous, and then becomes passive-aggressive with her or just ignores her completely.

"She doesn't even look interested in him, but of course he can't tell," Will adds angrily. He watches them talk for a minute and eventually, Stephen sneaks away to get another drink. Will turns around and, realizing Stephen had left, wanders over to talk to Harry instead.

"Hey Will, what's up?" Harry asks as the taller boy approaches him. He immediately notices Will's glare and follows it over to Y/n and Simon. It takes him a few seconds to pick up on the problem, but he soon realizes that Will is radiating jealousy.

"Has he always had a thing for her or is this new?" Will scoffs, turning to face Harry, who laughs in response.

"Mate, he's not interested in her at all," Harry replies confidently, although Simon's body language was saying the opposite. "You should go chat her up."

Will rolls his eyes and watches the two talk for another couple of seconds. He sips his drink, then raises his eyebrows at Harry. "What? You think I'm into her or something? We're just friends. I don't want Simon bothering her because..."

"You're in love with her." Freezy, who had walked up while Will was talking, finishes for him. Will immediately turns and locks eyes with Cal. At first, he seems angry, but his expression quickly changes into one of defeat.

"It doesn't matter. She's never had a thing for me, and now she's gonna get with him." Will says as he glances back over to the pair. Freezy rolls his eyes and grabs Will's arm.

"Let's go talk to them then." He suggests, pulling Will along behind him as he walks. Will groans and attempts to pull his arm away, but Freezy keeps a tight grip on him. Along with Stephen, Harry, and Freezy, most of Will's friends were sick of him denying his feelings for Y/n. Freezy decided to take this opportunity to make him face his fears.

"Hey, what are you two talking about?" He asks as he drags Will to stand next to him. Simon and Y/n both turn to him and smile.

"Video ideas," they reply in unison, which causes them to look at each other and laugh. Y/n notices Will looking annoyed and staying quiet. She catches his eye and smiles softly. His eyes brighten as soon as they meet hers. He silently curses himself for letting her see the way she makes him feel.

"What are you boys up to?" Simon asks Cal and Will, completely oblivious to Will's sudden mood change. The two shrug and exchange a quick glance.

"Checking out some fit birds." Cal jokes, elbowing Will. Simon laughs and Y/n smiles politely. Will chokes on his drink as he hears Cal's words. It was way more straightforward than Will had expected Cal to be about this, although Cal didn't seem to care. He glanced up at Y/n again before staring aimlessly at the people around them. There was nobody else at this party that he really wanted to talk to, none of them could compare to Y/n.

All of a sudden Simon clears his throat. Someone had caught his eye across the room, although Will was unable to tell who it was. Simon excused himself and made his way through the crowd to go and talk to them, leaving Y/n alone with Cal and Will. As soon as Cal notices, he nods at Will and smiles.

"I'm gonna go get another drink." He says, wandering off in the direction of the kitchen. Will watches him as he walks away, silently wishing that he didn't feel so awkward without him around. Y/n stares at Will, with the anxious expression on his face, and smiles.

"You good?" she asks, immediately causing Will to look at her, then blush and look away. He nods absentmindedly, trying to come up with something witty or interesting to say. He looks around them until he's sure no one is paying attention to them, then he leans against the wall next to her just like Simon had been.

"So, do you fancy Simon or?" he asks, hoping to hide the desperation in his voice. He was just curious, and not at all very obviously jealous. She laughs in response as she looks over to Simon, who is talking to a few people that Will doesn't recognize.

"Yeah, right." she says, "Never in a million years." Will fills with hope at her reaction and laughs along with her. She smiles at him before glancing over to Cal and shaking her head. Will looks over as well and notices that he's practically all over some girl. When he turns back to Y/n, he notices the confidence radiating from her. He searches her eyes for any sign of jealousy but finds nothing. She's happy for Simon to be chatting up other girls, so maybe she was being honest about the two just being friends.

Suddenly, Cal reappears next to the two of them, a wide smile plastered on his face. Will quickly shakes his head but the blond male takes no notice. "How are you two lovebirds doing?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows at them. Y/n smirks but hides it by taking a sip of her drink. Will cringes and tries to ignore Cal.

"We're not-" Will starts but Y/n cuts him off.

"We're having a pretty good time," she says, meeting Will's eyes with a playful glimmer in hers. "How about you and that girl you were just with?"

Freezy laughs and brushes it off. "Oh, I'm not really into her like that," he replies, quickly looking down at the floor.

"Got rejected?" she asks, reading Freezy perfectly. He huffs and nods, embarrassed. Will laughs and stands up a little straighter, trying to ignore the heat spreading across his cheeks.

"It's all chill though, I have tons of other girls just begging to get with me." he jokes, glancing between his two friends. They both laugh again and nod along with him.

"Actually, are you both free this weekend?" she asks, her eyes lighting up with an idea. The two boys nod, glancing at each other in confusion before returning their attention to her.

"Cool, how about a double date then? Cal, I'll set you up with one of my friends, you'll love her," she says, smiling brightly at the two of us.

"Hell yeah," Cal says, immediately turning and high-fiving the shorter boy. She rolls her eyes at him and smirks at Will. Across the room, one of the other boys yells something about shots, and Cal gives the two a quick wave before heading over in that direction.

"Did you just ask me out?" Will asks slowly, a hint of hope in his voice. She looks him up and down for a second, sighing softly.

"Yes, I couldn't wait any longer for you to get the courage to do it yourself," she jokes, "Is that alright with you?"

Will feels his face burning and looks away, begging his brain to come up with a witty reply. "Um yeah, sounds good," he says, "I'll pick you up at seven?"

"Sure, 7pm Saturday. Let Freezy know if you see him again." she smiles, disappearing into the crowd.

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Only the memories

Will Lenney x Fem!Reader

Summary : The reader looses something important, will she find it again? Warnings : mentioned death of a relative Notes : I don't know if I cooked? Writing this was hard because I kept crying and getting distracted. I feel like this could be better, but I don't know how to improve it?

Standing at the edge of the airport help desk, you look around in utter exhaustion. You have just been on an eighteen-hour non-stop flight with your carry-on and luggage. The densely populated terminal is a blur of non-stop new faces and continual movement, but all you can think about is finding your belongings and getting some much-needed rest.

You turn your head to look, catching movement in the corner of your eye as someone in a uniform walks up to you, “Good evening. I'm Sarah from Heathrow's baggage services.” She offers a sympathetic smile, but her eyes convey a hint of concern.

“I'm really sorry, but we have a situation with your luggage,” Sarah continues, her voice gentle. “Your bag did make it back to Heathrow, but,” she pauses, looking away briefly then back to you, “it appears to have gone missing from our facility. We've checked all possible locations, but we haven't been able to locate it.”

You feel a knot form in your stomach. “So it's just,” you gesture helplessly, “gone?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. You can feel the burn start behind your itchy, red-from-lack-of-sleep eyes. You blink back the tears.

Sarah nods, “I really do apologise for this inconvenience. We are conducting a thorough search and will do everything we can to find it. In the meantime, we'll assist you with any immediate needs and offer compensation for the lost items. Please come with me to our office so we can start the process and provide further support.”

She gestures behind you, into an unassuming door, leading you away from the chaos of the terminal, her assurances doing little to curb the panic you feel.

You read through the short paperwork, filling in your name, contact details, home address, and describing the bag and its contents. After visiting your home country, you had packed everything you wanted to remember into that one suitcase, including a small, metal biscuit tin filled with pictures of your grandparents and parents who had passed away during the pandemic. It was the last physical thing you had to your family, and now it was gone.

The longer you stay at the airport, the more you feel like its honest-to-god hell on Earth. Once that is all done, you manage to find your way back to your flat. Empty-handed and with a deep pit in your chest. Putting the key into the lock, you turn it, kick off your shoes, lock the door behind you, then head to your bedroom, where you face-plant on your bed.

Lost in London Heathrow.

You take a deep breath. Allow the dam to break. Then, sobbing uncontrollably, you turn to your side and hug yourself.

You allow yourself to do the most painful thing at that point—remember.

Four years have flown by since you lost your luggage at London Heathrow. Now, you find yourself on the set of WillNE's YouTube channel, three years in. The job brings you lots of laughter, chaos, and friendships with people you’d never thought you’d have. It has created a comforting pattern that you’ve grown to love.

Today, Will hired a set in London for two days. The set—from a certain point onwards—has white floors, walls, and ceilings. You are the first one on set, accepting the pallets that hold the luggage, and going inside to set up the temporary tables and cameras needed for the shoot.

First order of operation, you set out a line of slippers on the white floors for everyone, slip on a pair, and put your headset on. Head bopping and mouthing to the songs blaring in your headphones, you start to set up the tables, chairs and lay out the microphones for the shot. Leaving the cameras for Ieuan when he got there.

You then slip your shoes back on and start the task of setting up the one hundred luggage, it was a slow process, moving the luggage into the set, slowly creating a pile. Roughly quarter the way through, you stare at your sock clad feet and wonder if there was an easier way of doing this and hear the sound of the door opening. Ieuan, Will, Mikey, and James had arrived talking amongst themselves as they enter. 

You looked up after placing down the luggage you had in hand, and managed to catch the sight of the door close. “Mornin’ lads!” you greeted with an enthusiastic smile. 

“Morning!” the three greeted back, though Will had more enthusiasm, causing the two guys beside him to share a smile over Will’s head.

“I see you’ve started,” Will said, walking over to you on the carpet, then stopped as you waved your hand back and forth in a ‘no, no’ motion. 

“Shoes off on the white mister.” you said, pointing to your own shoe-less feet. 

His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion and James asked, “Have you been putting your shoes on and off when you stack the luggage in a pile?” you raised a brow at his sassy tone.

“Yes,” you nod your head, “how else would I make sure that the floor stayed white?” 

Will laughed, setting off the other two. His laugh was a slow, easy sound that crinkled the corners of his eyes, the kind that makes your own lips twitch upwards automatically in response. And your stomach do a backflip, landing with a giddy thud against your ribs. “You could have kept your shoes on, and we could have mopped up any scruff marks after you muppet.” Your smile dropped slightly.

“Fuck, you’re right.”

They laughed louder at that. 

Will, still grinning, jumped to the white floor then back with a dramatic sigh. “Oh, the humanity!” He gestured to the floor that now has slight stuff marks from the bottom of his shoes. “My precious, white floor. It's ruined! The set’s been violated!” Will dramatically stated, then crouched down and pretended to inspect the damage. He looked up at you, his eyes soft. “You're in so much trouble.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled softly at him. James smirked and wiggled his eyebrows, the smile dropped quickly on your face, and you flipped him off. “Real mature, James.” you muttered, turning back to Will, trying to hide the blush creeping up your neck. “Don't worry, Will,” you said with a reassuring pat on his shoulder. “I'll make sure this floor is spotless by the end of the day.”

Will looked up at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You better. Or I'll have to deduct it from your pay.”

James butted in, hip checking you “You’re getting paid? Favouritism.” James crossed his arms, raised a brow and smirked at Will “When will we get the same treatment?”

Will let out a fake laughing, clutching his stomach. “Pay? What pay? You think I can afford to pay you guys?”

Ieuan, who left to get more luggage, looked confused. “Wait, you're not paying us?”

Will shook his head. “Absolutely not. You're here for fun, right?”

Ieuan and James exchanged a look, then burst into laughter. “Right,” Ieuan said, shaking his head. “fun.”

You cut in “Alright, we’ll discuss the lack of pay during the union later. Lets get this pile sorted then we can start the video.”

Around an hour later, everything was set up, and they were ready to film. So you make yourself scarce and sit at the table off to the side, editing a video, with your headphones on. You don’t notice Will looking at you with soft eyes throughout the shoot. His gaze was soft, endearing, tracing the lines of your face, almost as if he wanted to memorise every curve. You're too focused on your screen to realise he's not looking at you as just an employee but as something more.

The day flew by. Between sorting the opened luggage, you managed to edit one video and make a decent start on another, by seven in the evening, your stomach was growling. Then, Will broke through your concentration by clapping, the sound echoed through the set. “Great job today, everyone! I’m happy to leave things be as they are and come back to do this all over again tomorrow. Make sure to get some rest, we’ll be back here bright and early!” He said cheerfully, though his eyes, despite the smile, looked tired.

You stretched, popping your back and cracking a wide yawn. “Alright, I'm out,” you announced, packing up your things. You looked up as you swung your bag over your shoulder, catching Will's eye. He offered a smile, his gaze lingering on your face a beat longer than necessary. “See you lads tomorrow! Bye.”

“See you.” Ieuan replied.

“See you later, boss lady!” James said with a grin, giving you a playful salute. You give him a sarcastic wave, heading to the door.

Will, his voice softer, added, “Get home safe.”

You couldn't help but smile at him, a warmth spreading through you. “Thanks, Will. See you tomorrow.”

The next morning, you arrived at the set with a sense of dread. You didn’t get much sleep that night, stupidly deciding to finish the video you started to edit. You ended up sleeping around two in the morning, then awake once again at six to get ready. The white floor, now marred with a few stubborn scuff marks, seemed to mock you. You moved through the motions of cleaning it up, your energy levels significantly lower than the previous day. By the time the boys arrived, you were already starting to regret not bringing a coffee.

The day dragged on in a haze. You looked up the props and location for the next video idea, calculating the costs and setting up the KPIs on Excel, with each item added to the Excel, your eyelids felt heavier with each passing minute. You even caught yourself yawning, covering your mouth with a hand. By the time they reached the third-to-last suitcase, you were ready to sleep for a week. You rubbed your eyes, the screen of your laptop blurring before you.

“Almost done’” you muttered to yourself, smiling as you noticed to see Will watching you. He looked tired too. He raised a brow, a silent, “You okay there?”

You smiled, giving him a thumbs up and mimicked wanting to sleep. He laughed under his breath and smiled.

James approached the table, lugging a small, unassuming white suitcase. “Oh, this one's small so it's gonna be fake.” he declared, Mikey and Will nodded and watched James zip it open. Inside, nestled amongst the soft lining, lay a single fluffy blanket. “That's it?” Will asked, confused.

James furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Wot?” Mikey, defeated from the long days of shooting, tugged at the blanket. It provided more resistance than he expected, after one last hard tug, it released. Photos erupted from the suitcase, scattering across the floor like confetti.

Will and James stared in disbelief. “What the…” Will exclaimed.

“Holy cow, it's a photo album!” Mikey yelled, pointing the go-pro to the floors of scattered pictures, the blanket still in his other hand.

James knelt down, sifting through the photos. He pulled out an A4 size envelope buried under the pile, opening it and peeking inside. He pulled the pile out and said, “Oh, it's letters.” James put it on the table, spreading it out, “It's not in English. But it looks like it's addressed to someone called,” James said your name, so you look up with a raised brow.

Mikey and Will flipped through the photos on the floor, eyes widening at each one. Childhood pictures, family gatherings, birthday celebrations. They recognised you in some photos, your younger self beaming with joy.

Will holds up a picture of you beaming, holding the blanket in the luggage with a peace sign to the camera, “Hey, isn't that you?”

They all looked up at you, but you didn’t react. Everything went still. 

You walked up to the floor with the scattered pictures, your hand trembled as you reached out to touch the photos, the reality sinking in. You knelt down, your heart pounding. It was your childhood pictures, the one you thought had been lost forever. The letters — they were from your grandparents, letters you never received. This was your luggage. Somehow, it had found its way here, to the last place you ever expected to see it again.

“What are the odds?” you whispered, your voice trembling. Your eyes filled with tears, you pick one up of the five of you, and stood up, needing a moment to compose yourself. “Excuse me for a minute.” And head out the door. 

You stumbled out of the building in the back, tears streaming down your face. You clutched the photo to your chest. You remembered this photo, taken on your fifth birthday. You remember the joy on your parents face, their laughter. You remember your grandparents, their warm hugs, their gentle voices.

You slid down against the wall, burying your face in your hands. You startle when you feel a warm hand on your shoulder, you look up. It’s Will.

He looks concerned. "Hey, are you okay?" he asks softly.

You manage a weak smile, shaking your head. “I just…” you trail off, unable to find the words.

Will doesn't press you. He sits down beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, his thumb rubbed circles around the top of your shoulder, remaining silent, simply offering his presence. You take a deep breath, the sobs subsiding slightly.

“It's just…” you begin, your voice thick with emotion, “I thought I'd lost these forever. I already forgot what they sound like, I was worried I’d forget what they look like.”

Will nods understandingly. “I can imagine.”

You look at him through blurry eyes, eternally grateful for this coincidence. It would have never been given back to you if Will had never decided to do this video. You tell him about losing the luggage, about the grief and the memories, about the letters you never received, the love you never got to fully show.

When you finally finish, a comfortable silence settles between you. Will doesn't say anything, but his hand remains on your shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort. You look at him, a small smile gracing your lips. “Thank you.” you say, your voice soft.

Will smiles back, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Anytime.”

You wipe your eyes, “Go back in,” you pat his knee, “I’ll stay out a bit more.” 

Will hesitated, his eyes searching yours. "Are you sure?"

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yea, I think I need a few more minutes here."

He nodded, his gaze lingering on your face. "Okay. But don't be too long, you’ll get cold." He got up off the floor, and as he did, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. 

You blinked, surprised by his gesture. He just smiled, eyes soft, before turning and heading back inside. You watched him go, his figure disappearing back into the building. You touched your forehead, a blush creeping up your neck.

You took a deep breath, the fresh air doing wonders to clear your head. You looked at the photo in your hand, staring at it blankly.

You spent the next few minutes simply sitting there, the photo clutched in your hand. You thought about your grandparents, about the love they had shown you, the love that still lingered in these faded photographs and the faded ink of the letters. You thought about Will, his kindness, his unexpected gentleness, and the soft kiss that still lingered on your forehead.

What do we think? Do you see bits where I can improve? Also, this is the first time that I've really written dialouge, I'm not sure if it was realistic to the persons? 🤔

Also, I did end up loosing pictures of my grandparents... so this hit hard, I wish it went something like this.

[live-laugh-lenney]

fanfiction and other stuff..

hello! hi!

i’ve dabbled in a little bit of fanfiction writing for will over the last few weeks and i’m aiming to post a couple in the next week or so but i just thought i’d put it out there that i also like to discuss headcanons and small situations/scenarios between him and the reader and if that’s something people are into then my inbox is open to receive anything you want to chat about... 

if you maybe wanted to check out what my style of writing is/what kind of writing/requests i can do then you can check it out over on my main blog to get a rough idea? @secret-rendezvous1d. xx

[whereyoustand]

The Veteran

Will Lenney x Reader

Summary- The reader surprises Will at a panel after fighting in another country for a year.

Warnings- Swearing, My terrible writing, Mentions of war

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Laurence sat at the table editing the latest XO Give Advice video. He was going through Will's clips and almost flinched when he saw what the querie was.

It was about a kid wanting to join the army but not knowing how to tell his family.

Will was quite hostile when responding. "You'll get shot. And also everyone around you is going to miss you and they're never gonna know if you're okay. They'll be living in dread never knowing that you are safe and haven't killed yourself for your country! You go away for months, maybe years, at a time and only get to send a few letters. One time they'll tell you that you'll been gone for thrre months and the next thing you know you'll be gone for almost a year! You can't call or text. It's so scary, not only you, but for every person in your life!"

Laurence sighed and rubbed his eyes at Will's response. Laurence knew you had been away for a while but didn't realise it was coming close to year. He quickly called over his friends and devised a plan.

They planned for it to happen for the next two months when they'll be doing a panel at Summer In The City.

Laurence wrote you a letter detailing his plan. He sent it off and was pleasantly surprised when he got a letter back from you explaining that you'd love to join in and you were due to return home the month of Summer In The City. You both promised not to tell Will and the plan was under way.

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The audience silenced at the sudden change in lighting. The once bright lights went out and no one could see a thing apart from a few torches from phones.

"Um stay calm guys, we'll be get this sorted." Laurence spoke into his microphone which was still working. He then stood up and walked to a near by worker who was pretending to talk into her earpiece. "Is everything going according to plan?" He whispered trying not to draw in anyone's attention.

She nodded before replying, "Sir the lights will be back on as soon as possible!" Her voice was loud hoping to not raise any suspicion.

Laurence made his way back to his seat and talked into the microphone that everything would be back on in a few minuets.

Suddenly, one light flashed onto Will. His eyebrows furrowed with confusion as he looked at his friends who shrugged innocently. Will brought the microphone to his lips and said, "Sorry guys, I have no clue what's going on right now." And let out a loud laugh.

Then, another light flashed in the middle of the aisle where no one sat. And then another one further back. Everyone started to shuffle in their seats and mumble with confusion.

"If everyone could stay in their seats, all will be alright." Brian said into his microphone as another light further back flashed on.

One by one the aisle lights flashed on backwards unroll they reached the end where a figure stood. Will's breath caught in his throat. He looked at his friends who grinned. Their you stood dressed in military uniform and a wide smile on your face. You grabbed a microphone from a worker standing near you and brought it to your lips.

"Hi Will." You said simply and immediately Will dropped his microphone onto his seat and jumped off stage. Everyone started to clap as you sprinted forward towards one and other. You met in the middle where you embraced one and other whilst Will picked you up and spun you around. The cheers got louder and all the lights turned back on revealing the audience and the three boys on stage. You let out a few tears into Will's shoulder as he out you down.

You pulled out of your embrace and looked at each other before engulfing each other once again. Neither of you wanting to let go.

"I'm never letting you go again." Will sobbed.

"I don't plan to." You whispered. "I've missed out on you for a year. We have a lot to catch up on."

"I'm so proud of you, ya know?" Will spoke as he let you go. "You have seen horrific things and had to leave everyone behind. But you somehow still act yourself and sent me a letter every time you could and help people. You make me, and everyone else, so, so incredibly proud. I love you so much and I don't want to wave you goodbye and hope it's not the last ever again!"

"I love you too." You sobbed as the two of you stood up.

"Let's give it up to the happy couple everyone!" Stephen cheered and everyone joined in.

[whereyoustand]

Kissing In The Rain

Will Lenney X Reader

Summary- Will's friends meet his girlfriend for the first time but the couple are to busy having an argument.

Warnings- Kinda Angst, My terrible writing, Swearing, English slang.

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"Will I'm home!" I called out as I kicked off my shoes. I unwrapped my scarf and hung it up before yelling, "It's pissing down out there. Thank God I got out work early!" I turned around to face the living room where I saw four men sitting. "Oh, hello!"

Suddenly, Will walked out. "What's going on lads? Why you quiet for?" Will followed there eyes and saw you standing there. "Oh shit." He turned to his friends. "Can you give us one second?"

His friend shrugged so Will leaned foreward and grabbed my hand, guiding me to his bedroom. He shut the door and turned to me.

"What are you doing here?" He whispered harshly.

"What?" I crossed my arms. "I'm always here on a Wednesday! It's our night together!"

"Maybe you should have knocked or something!" Will threw his hands up.

"You gave me a fucking key Will, you absolute wanker!" I exclaimed.

Will just scoffed at my actions.

"Why can't I meet you friends?" I asked. "Are you embarrassed of me or something?"

"What? No of course not!" Will exclaimed loudly.

"Then fucking act like it!" I yelled, storming out of his room and to the front door. His friends stared at me as I left.

"Wait!" Will said as the door slammed shut. "Fuck!" He ran his hands through his hair.

"Um what the fuck just happened?" Stephen asked as Brian paused the TV.

"She doesn't think I love her." Will's voice was watery as he spoke.

"Then go after her, you fucking idiot!" Laurence said.

Will nodded and slipped on some shoes that were beside his door. He swung the door open and sprinted out. He ran down the stairs until he got to the flat doors. He opened them and sprinted down the street in the pouring rain.

"Y/n!" He called and I turned to see him. He noticed my tears and wanted to kick himself for being an idiot. "I'm sorry!" He said once he stood in front of me. "I'm the biggest idiot in the world!"

"No." I said. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have been so over dramatic-"

"Y/n." Will inturrupted. "I was so scared they would embarrass me and realise that it would be better if you were with someone send. I'm such an idiot-"

"Shut up." I mumbled. "I would never leave you. You too amazing."

Will's hands found my neck and he pulled me into a kiss. He grabbed my hand.

"Your going to catch a cold." He said softly.

"Says you!" We started to walk back to his flats. "Your in like two layers!"

We made are way up to Will's flat and stopped in front of it.

"Ready?" He asked.

"I am." I nodded. "Are you?" I raised an eyebrow. "I can grab my stuff and go home if your not comfortable."

"No, we should do this." Will stated. He opened the door to his flat. The guys turned to look at the two of us. "Lads, this is Y/n." I waved slightly and they all waved back. "Y/n this is the lads. Brian, Laurence, Stephen and Cam." He motioned to them as he named them.

"Hey." Laurence started. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too." I smiled back and Will guided me to the couch to sit down.

"So how did you meet?" Stephen asked.

"So I work at a dog and cat rescue home and I walk the dogs and I bumped into Will. He used really bad pick up lines." I chuckled.

"Oh God, what ones?" Cam asked.

"Um he said, 'Are you lost? Heaven is a long way from here.'" I laughed and Will blushed.

"Mate, really?" Brian groaned.

"Well it worked!" Stephenson pointed out. "So how long have you been dating?"

"Um five months." Will answered and I nodded.

"Mate, you've kept her a secret for five months?" Brian said in disbelief.

Will nodded.

"So how long is it until we can start telling her embarrassing stories?" Brian asked.

"Oh my God, now!" I answered sitting up straight as Will relaxed into his sofa.

"So one time Will got offered to be a stripper..."

"Ugh not this one!" Will covered his eyes.

Yeah, I think Will and I will be okay.

This is shit but I've been feeling soft for Will recently.

[damn-behzinga]

Brother's Best Friend

Stephen Lawson x Reader

Summary- You are Will's twin sister and Stephen might be developing an itsy bitsy, small crush on you.

Warnings- Swearing, My terrible writing, Minor violence, drinking

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Gaff=Party (it's English slang)

Stephen doesn't remember when the two of you became close friends. It just, kind of, happened really. You were only there for a weekend but, after exchanging Instagram usernames, you really started to get to know each other.

The chats between the two of you eventually turned to calls which went on for hours at a time. Despite this growing relationship, Stephen never mentioned it to Will. Maybe it was the fear of getting beaten up by Will and telling you that you weren't allowed to talk to him anymore.

Either way, Stephen never brought you up in conversation first.

However, one weekend he was chilling on Will's sofa when Will groaned.

"What's up?" Stephen asked, his attention now on Will rather then the TV.

"My sister is coming up to stay." Will groaned out.

"What's the problem with that?" Stephen raised an eyebrow. How could Will be upset that you were staying? You was one of the nicest and funniest people he's ever met.

"Nothin'. Not expecting it, 'S all." Will mumbled, shrugging his shoulders. "Might throw a gaff whilst she's here, she's been looking forward to go to London parties."

"Oh yeah, that'd be fun. When's she coming down?" Stephen asked.

"Next week. You gonna come?" Will asked.

"Yeah, I'll have to double check though." Stephen said before looking at the time. "Oh shit, I've got to go!"

"Alright mate, it was nice seeing you!" Will smiled and stood up. He led Stephen out the door and waved.

"See you whenever."

"Yeah."

Will shut the door after the exchanged goodbyes. Stephen took a second to breathe, he was so fucked.

-

The party was in full swing when Stephen arrived. He didn't like them and probably should've arrived earlier so he could get used to the loud music and room full of drunk people grinding on one and other.

You were talking to Mia at the time, discussing how fun it was to be back in London. You were sipping some cocktail that George had made and nodding along to whatever Mia was saying. Stephen made his way over to you, awkwardly apologising to all the people he kept bumping into. You saw him come into view and you beamed excitedly.

"Stephen!" You pulled him into a hug as Mia watched the scene play out. You held on for a bit longer then anyone else you had hugged. "I missed you, we have to catch up tomorrow!"

"I missed you too!" Stephen chuckled. "You look amazing by the way!" He took your appearence. You was wearing a tight white dress that showed off your figure and a pair of heels. You hair was straightened and your make up was flawless, similar to you.

"Thank you. You don't clean up to bad either." You winked jokingly and sipped your drink.

"I need to talk to Will quickly." Mia cut in before walking off into the crowd.

"Should we go some where quieter?" You asked him. Stephen shrugged and you grabbed his hand and pulled him to Will's room.

Stephen shut the door behind him and the music was now quieter. You sat on Will's bed as Stephen sat beside you.

"I did miss you." Stephen almost whispered. "Although we called everyday, you were so far away and now your here in person I- I don't know what to do with myself."

"I'm the same. I haven't told Will anything because I thought he'd get bitchy about me having a crush on one of his mates."

"You have a crush on me?" Stephen joked.

"Oh fuck off, I won't in a minute if you speak like that!" You joked back before gasping. "I love this song, let's dance." You stood up and pulled Stephen off the bed with you so you were slow dancing to the upbeat song. The two of you were off key with the fast song but neither of you cared. You both wanted to hold each since you last left. You rested your head against Stephen's chest and sighed contently as you swayed.

Once the song ended you heard footsteps and quickly shoved Stephen into a closet.

"Y/n there you are!" Will walked in. "Have you seen Stephen anywhere? Mia says she saw him come in but I can't see him anywhere."

"No I haven't seen him since he got in." You lied.

Will raised an eyebrow. "So why he's hiding in my wardrobe? And why did you lie to me?"

Stephen sighed and came out the wardrobe. "Sorry mate."

"Seriously? Are the two of you dating?" Will asked and a frown appeared on his face. "Why didn't you te me?"

"We've been talking for a few months and we have only just seen each other and we do want to be together." You explained.

Will grabbed Stephen by the collar of his shirt. "If you hurt her in any shape or form, you are dead, understand?"

Stephen nodded as you pushed Will's chest.

"Stop being so over dramatic, you wanker." You chuckled. Will let go and hugged you.

"I love you." Will whispered.

"I love you too asshole."

"And I love both of you!" Stephen smiled and stepped towards the two of you.

"Watch it, mate!" Will warned and you laughed.

You were hopelessly infatuated with Stephen and the thought of Will accepting your relationship sent you over the moon.

This was shit but I was feeling hella soft for Stephen xoxoxo

[damn-behzinga]

A Little Bit More

Will Lenney x Reader

Summary- It's your wedding day and your saying your vows.

Warnings- Fluff, My terrible writing

Sorry this is so shit. I'm terrible at writing fluff... and angst... and writing in general!

Will felt nervous energy bubble through him as the piano started to play a soft tune. Everyone stood up and watched as the first bridesmaid, one of your best friends, and one of the groomsmen, Will's brother, walked down the isle. They were then followed by your sister and one of Will's friends. Both couples split when they reached the alter, both going either side. Then your four year old niece and Will's six year old cousin walked down the isle. Your niece threw petals with arms linked with Will's cousin. They both went to either side as Will turned so his back was to the isle.

You walked down the isle holding a bouquet of flowers, lilies to be exact. The train of your dress followed you as you walked passed your friends and family, arm in arm with your dad.

Will was told he wasn't supposed to look at you until you arrived at the alter but he couldn't help himself. He turned to look at you and almost broke down right there.

You looked amazing. Your dress had small embroided flowers going up the train until it reaches your waist. You had a plain white off the shoulder neckline and a veil that touched the floor. Your hair was done up simply and elegantly so the dress had the main attention. Your make up was natural and you had simple jewellery on.

But that wasn't what was the most beautiful thing in the room.

As Will stared at you, he looked at your smile. You were beaming with excitement as you walked towards him- the love of your life. You reached the alter and turned to kiss your father's cheek. Will walked down to meet you and shook your dad's hand before guiding you up the alter.

"Hi." You breathed out.

"Hi." Will whispered.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of William Lenney and Y/n L/n." The officiant spoke into the microphone. The officiant rambled on before saying, "You may now recite your vows."

Will nodded and took the microphone.

"I tried practising this in the mirror this morning but no words in the English language can express how much I love you! I remember when we met and you were already making me laugh without even trying. I remember the first time I asked you out on a date and you said yes and I didn't know how to respond. I remember our first kiss. And I remember when I realised I was in love with you. You were doing nothing special, just dancing in the kitchen of my flat whilst making pancakes." Will felt tears form in his eyes when he realised they were falling out of yours. "I wrote all my vows out but they're boring and repetitive, so I shortened them out a bit. I promise to be your best friend. I promise to take care of you when we're old and tired from looking after our twenty six rescue dogs. I promise to make sure your happy and healthy. I promise to love you so much because you deserve all the love in the world. I promise to love you til the end of my days and a bit more after that." You smiled and wiped your tears as Will finished his speech.

You then got handed a microphone and you pulled out a piece of paper.

"I knew I was going to love you the first moments we spoke. You were kind, handsome, and funny. And I knew that, even if you were going to be my boyfriend, I wanted you to be in my life. You always know how to make me smile and you always find ways to make each day different and fun." You smiled at Will who reached foreward and brushed away your tears. "There was time in my life where I hit a brick wall and couldn't get around it and, suddenly, you were there and guided me through it. You have welcomed new people into my life, new people that I consider family and I am eternally grateful for that." You stared at each other, completely focused on and other.

"Oh right vows!" You exclaimed and everyone laughed. "I promise to always listen to you. I promise to look after you when your sick. I promise to comfort you and let you cry on my shoulder. I promise to let you be yourself forever and always. I promise to be your best friend. I promise to love you every day until the end of the line."

Everyone applauded as you finished and gave the microphone back to the officiant.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!" The officiant smiled and Will quickly grabbed your cheeks and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

"I love you." He whispered once he pulled away.

"Good, wouldn't be good if you married me for no reason." You winked and he rolled his eyes.

He sarcastically laughed and looked at you before the two of you walked down the isle with conjoined hands. You both beamed as people cheered.

You walked out the old mansion the wedding was held in and made your way to an old school car. Will opened the door for and you climbed in, trying to mind your dress, before he followed. He rolled down the windows and you both waved as you made your way to the hotel to change into your reception outfits.

Will sat on the bed as you changed and watched you. Not in a sexual way but he was watching the way your body moved and looked. It was a sight he'd never get bored off.

"What are you thinking about, Mr Lenney?" You smiled as you took off the dress.

"Just how I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Mrs Lenney." He smirked and you walked over and kissed him.

He smiled as you pulled away. He was so ready to spend everyday of his life with you.

[damn-behzinga]

Toxic

Will's Friend Otis pt 2

Will Lenney Centric

part 1

summary- a look through social media as Will deals with his mental health

warnings- swearing, ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION, my terrible writing, toxic "fans"

Instagram ● @/willneisalpha

[A video of Will on the XO podcast from almost a year ago. He says, "Yeah my flat doesn't allow dog's." And then it shows a more recent clip of him saying, "So I got a dog recently."]

willneisalpha So we gonna brush over this? Also he got Otis really suddenly like no warning or hints? wtf

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georgeisdaddy ikr I was sh00k for like 20000 hours

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alexisgaylolzor Does it matter though?

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● @/willsbigwilly

[A series of photos of Will and Otis posted only a few days after the original one. The photo is of Will holding Otis like a baby that was originally posted on his story. It's the same one except zoomed in on Otis' collar. The last photo has a massive circle round part of the tag.]

willsbigwilly does the collar say 'ESA' on it? that means emotional support animal? is Will alright?

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jasmine I hope he's okay :( the idea of him needing an ESA makes me upset

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It had already been a tense day for Will, with his newest post causing an array of suspicion from his fans, he was on the verge of a panic attack.

He had debated whether to delete the post but that would raise more suspicion. He couldn't do that.

Otis had one hundred percent attention on his owner and, yet, Will didn't calm down.

Will also had several meetings today which meant he had to venture outside and face the busy streets. Despite all her best efforts, Gee couldn't stop Will from leaving the house. These meetings were important, Will could not miss them.

So, although she wasn't surprised that he had one, Gee was horrified to see pictures and videos of Will having a panic attack online.

Fans were already speculating that Will was hiding something, so this really made them worry. Gee noticed some 'fans' were becoming impatient and angry, demanding to know what was going on. Angry tweets and posts were flooding in to not only Will, but Gee and their entire friend group. Otis' "ESA" collar now caused more drama and confusion.

Will spiraled when he got home. Becoming quiet and ignoring everyone. He tried to stay of social media but his Twitter hadn't been this active since his last video blew up.

-

American Idiot @/losermajorwannabe

just saw @/willne having a panic attack????? what the fuck? not a big fan but jeez man leave it for your home 👀

[Video Attachment: The video is zoomed in on Will crying as some random person helps him alongside Otis. The person behind the camera is snickering meaning the camera shakes bit it's still clearly Will.]

replying to @/losermajorwannabe

Sub 2 WillNE @/memetimez

How about you stop being so fucking disrespectful and take down this post? If Will wanted to talk about it he would've? ???

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Lucy Stans Dan @/lucylastname

He could've told us? Is that why he suddenly got Otis? Is that why he's been acting off? SO! MANY! QUESTIONS!

-

"Hey Will we still up for filming today?" Alex's chirpy voice beamed loudly as he walked into Will's bedroom with Otis bounding in behind him.

Will rolled over to look at Alex and felt an ice cold dread travel down his spine. "Sorry, mate, I'm just not feeling it today?" His voice came out in a questioning tone.

"Wanna talk about it?" Alex asked and Otis jumped on the bed and wondered over to Will to nudge him up.

Will sighed as Alex sat at the edge of his bed.

"I dunno why! I've tried getting up, made my bed, cleaned up shit that was left out everywhere, fed Otis. And- for some fucking reason- everything feels wrong and I'm so tired and the idea of staying locked in my room forever seems so appealing!" It was true. Will did everything as normal, even posted some photos on social media but, for whatever reason, Will felt wrong. Tears ran out of Will's eyes as he explained. "I have tried to do shit today, I promise!"

Alex quickly reached foreward and engulfed his friend in a hug.

Alex rested a hand on the back of Will's head pulled him into his neck. As if he was protecting him, maybe looking after him. "Is this about what happened the other day? Because I can assure you that was not your fault."

"It's not that- it's probably adding to it but it's mainly my stupid head and my stupid, shitty thoughts!" Will went to claw at his forehead.

Alex quickly grabbed Will's hand and pulled it down. "None of that mate, c'mon. You've been doing so well." He whispered as Otis licked Will's cheek.

Will sobbed out a "I'm sorry!" as Alex stroked through Will's knotty hair.

"No need to say sorry!" Alex muttered. "How about you have a shower and I'll make a plan on we'll get through this." Will nodded and Alex helped him up and walked him to the shower.

"Do you mind leaving the door unlocked?" Will shot Alex a look.

"What you gonna do?" Will chuckled. "Nonse on me?"

"Oh fuck off!" Alex groaned. "Just in case you need Otis or me or something!" Will suddenly tensed.

"I'm not a baby!" He growled.

Alex raised his hands in defence. "Never said you were, mate! It's just in case!"

Will felt his cheeks warm up and he glanced away, snatching the towel that hang from Alex's hands.

Alex waited until he heard the water start running before he looked at the tweets. Disgust flooded through him. How dare these people, these 'fans' that Will like this? He realised Will had two options at this point.

"You can either tell them or ignore it!" Alex said as Will thew on a hoodie.

"I can't tell them mate!" Will exclaimed. "They will freak out and I don't want that!"

"It's either that or they get pissed off that your keeping secrets." Gee leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed. "It doesn't have to be a big thing? Just a tweet or something?"

"They're gonna pity me." Will groaned head in hands. "How can I deal with that?"

"They're gonna support you no matter what." Alex sighed, squatting down and placing his hands on Will's knees.

"I'm so scared." Will whimpered, curling in on himself. Gee almost cried, he looked so small. She rested a hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay to be scared." She whispered, scared to break or hurt him. "But you'll feel so much better once you tell them."

Will nodded and looked up at them. "I'll make a video." He mumbled, slowly unfolding himself. "Not now. When I feel a tad better."

"Of course." Alex smiled.

They sat in silence for a bit, the only noise being quiet sniffles coming from Will.

"I might," Will's voice was croaky as he spoke. "I might go stay with my parents for a bit? I dunno, might just get away for a bit."

Alex and Gee nodded.

"Of course, love." Alex smiled softly. "Whatever you need to get better."

"Can I have a few minutes please?" Will mumbled, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Of course. We'll be outside." Gee smiled and walked out the room alongside Alex.

Will let out a soft sigh and stood up, reaching for his phone. His shaking hands clicked on his mum's contact and put his phone to his ear.

"Hello dear, you alright?"

"Mum?" Will croaked out before the flood gates opened.

"Oh honey, what's up?"

"I want to come home!" Will cried.

"It's okay, honey, you're okay. Can you tell me why?"

"Everything is so hard! I want to get away!" Will's sobs were becoming more erratic. "I want to go home!"

"Breathe for a second, okay?"

"It's so hard."

"I know dear. Can you breathe in for four seconds? Hold for six. Out for eight. Can you do that?"

"Y- yes."

"You're doing brilliant, sweetheart.. Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Alright, darling, how about you come home tomorrow? We'll have a nice day together? And you can go back to your flat whenever you want."

"Okay. I love you." Will said quietly.

"I love you too."

That night Gee helped Will pack, making him pack a week's worth of clothes alongside a pillow because "It's a little reminder of home!". Will also had a mini mental breakdown when he realised that he hadn't pre-filmed videos. 'Mini mental breakdown' was Will setting his equipment up whilst tears streamed down his face and repeated "I'm a fuck up, should've thought about this." over and over again. Gee had to tell Will that he had already made two videos and that she could put together bloopers for him. She then told him to get Otis' energy out to distract him. This meant Will would run around the flat with Otis and throwing toys for Otis to fetch. Gee finished packing for Will and then stared at his empty room. She wiped away her tears before they could fall. She was going to miss him, she couldn't imagine how his closer friends were feeling.