#will lenney one shots

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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.

[simpstar123]

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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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.

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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.]

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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!

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"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.

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Ben Platt Writing Challenge

For my next few fics they will be Ben Platt inspired :)

(Click on the title for the song, Click on the creator for the fic)

Temporary Love - George Memeulous X Reader

Grow As We Go - James Marriott X Reader

Honest Man -

Hurt Me Once - ImAllexx

Share Your Address - WillNE x Reader

In Case You Don't Live Forever - iNabber x Reader

[damn-behzinga]

Will's Friend Otis

Will Lenney Fanfiction

Summary-Will gets an dog to help with some problems he’s having, Will can’t find his confidence to talk to his friends.

Warnings- swearing, my terrible writing, ANXIETY DISORDER AND PANIC ATTACKS

PART TWO

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The only person who knew was Gee.

She was his roommate so it'd be a bit awkward if he got a dog and didn't tell her.

She had noticed Will's behaviour and how odd he was acting. His mood and energy becoming low. She noticed, as his editor, how many more mistakes he was making in his videos and how many jokes and comments he told her to cut out because he didn't think it was funny enough. But it was. It was always comments Gee knew his fans would find funny.

So, when Gee suggested he got some help, she expected him to throw a fit or something. She was actually presently surprised when Will responded saying he was already talking to someone. When he sat down with her one night for dinner, he explained the idea of an emotional support animal. Gee was over the moon with the idea of Will getting extra support and encouraged an ESA.

So, when Will came back to the flat with a golden retriever puppy (After three searches round their flat and a series of sessions with his therapist), Gee wasn't surprised.

Will explained to her how the small dog's name was Otis and how he helped with his panic attacks and stressful situations.

A week later only Will's family knew about Otis but that was all about to change.

Will was having a particularly bad day and Gee convinced him to take Otis to Alex and George's place for a video. Will didn't want to but knew he would benefit with Otis coming along.

When Will arrived in front of Alex and George's he almost backed out and texted them to tell them he couldn't make it. He felt a little bit of fur at the tips of his fingers and he remembered to take a deep breath. He knelt down and stroked Otis.

"Me and you against the world, huh bud?" Will whispered. He held tightly onto Otis' leash and entered the flat. He immediately saw two heads sat on the couch and he felt his heart rate pick up massively. Suddenly, the toilet flush and James came out drying his hands.

"Hey mate, took ya long enough!" He beamed teasingly. All the other guys turned to see Will but all very quickly got distracted by the golden retriever nudging it's nose against Will's hand.

"Will, not to be that person or anything," George had an awkward smile on his face, "but when the fuck did you get a dog?"

Will felt his throat go dry.

"Are you okay, mate?" Alex asked as he stood up and made his way to Will. "You look a little pale?"

Will's vision started to go fuzzy and he wobbled a bit. Alex reached out to support him but Will flinched. Alex quickly drew his hands away, trying not to provoke his friend any further.

"Will? Can we move you to the couch?" Alex asked instead. Will couldn't hear him properly and he edged back to Wall and slid down it. He felt soft fur run along his hands and under his chin.

All of Will's friends went to help to get the dog off but James quickly stopped them. "Oit!" He had said. "Can't you see it's helpin' him?"

His friends stood back and watched as Otis settled into Will's lap. Will started scratching aggressively at his arm as tears streamed down his face. Otis' paw reaches up and rests on where Will was scratching himself, almost forcing him to stop. The dog starts lightly licking at where Will was scratching himself. Will tugs lightly at the dog's fur, not enough to hurt him, to ground himself.

Will's vision was foggy. He felt the overwhelming panic of letting his friends down and being an over dramatic person. He felt stupid. He was being like he was in secondary school during his GCSEs. Like he had his future on the line and- he felt the soft fur of Otis underneath his fingers. Otis reminded him of summer, of softness, of relaxation. Otis reminded him that he has to calm down. Will slowly felt his breathing even out.

His friends watch in wonder as Will finally settles down and James lightly calls his name hoping to bring him back to reality.

Once Will comes a bit more too, he is praising the dog and stroking him. He doesn't want to look at his friends. The fear of judgment or rejection tugs at his chest.

"Do you want a glass of water or something?" George questioned first. "Maybe a bandage for those scratches? You are bleeding a bit."

Will looked down at the scratches he's made and winces. Gee won't be happy he's reopened some of his previous scars. He nods and George heads off to the kitchen.

"Do you want to sit at the couch it'd probably be a bit more comfortable?" Alex suggested and reached his hand foreward to help Will up. Will accepted Alex's gesture and moved to the couches. George returned with a glass of water and a basic first aid kit.

Will had a drink before cleaning his scratches with a wipe. James started to wrap Will's arm in a bandage whilst Will could feel his friends' eyes on him. Otis rests his head on Will's knee and, as much as Will wants to have Otis on the couch, he's not sure George or Alex would be okay with it.

"So what's going on exac'ly?" George asked and everyone shot him a look. "Sorry, I was just wondering."

Will froze he didn't know how to start. Otis started pawing at Will's leg, desperate to help ease some of his owner's anxieties. Will nodded and Otis jumped onto his laps and rested his head onto Will's shoulder.

"This is Otis." Will breathed out. "He's my ESA." James and Alex nodded whilst George looked confused by this new term.

"Um, what's an ESA?" George asked, rubbing his neck slightly as if embarrassed.

"An 'Emotional Support Animal'." James said.

"Yeah," Will nodded. "So he basically helps me with my anxiety and stress and shit. Like, right now, he's being supportive." Will stuttered over his words.

"If you want an ESA, don't you need to have a therapist for like three months?" Alex asked. Will looked down to avoid eye contact. He felt Otis give his cheek a few licks to try and cheer him up. He stroked the fur lightly.

"It's been a tough five months." Will almost whispered.

"Five months?" Alex exclaimed and George shot him a glare. Will flinched. "Sorry mate but you could've told us."

"No." James shook his head. "He doesn't have to tell us anything. He has anxiety for fuck sake, that drills all your fears and other small, miniscule things to one hundred!"

Will made a mental note to thank James later on.

"So how long have you had him for then?" George asked, swiftly changing the subject.

"One week." Will answered his voice quiet. "He's really helpful though. I had a really bad night on his first time with us. Me and Gee made a rule for him to sleep in the kitchen but he came and slept with me after a panic attack."

"He's a good boy,that's for sure." George smiled. Will nodded and let out a deep breath. He felt a lot more relaxed and smiled lightly. Otis reached foreward and licked Will's face almost asking if he was okay.

"I'm okay, you did a good job bud!" Will praised and ruffled the dogs fur. He took a deep breath and looked at his friends. "Sorry about that-" He waved his hand in the air. "-it was pretty embarrassing."

"No." James stood up and moved next to Will. "You have nothing to be sorry or embarrassed about, you can't help having anxiety and sadness and numbness!"

"Yeah!" George smiled and set next to Will on the other side.

"You're still our Will." Alex said softly and moved closer to Will. "We'll still tell stupid stories about you in videos and shit. Nothing will change."

They all pulled him in when George called, "C'mon Alex, get in here!"

Alex huffed but stood up and joined in on the hug (aka tapping Will's back). "You're still my favourite youtuber you know?"

The other two boys let out a noise of disagreement and all pulled away.

"So, are you gonna tell your fans?" Alex asked. Will shook his head.

"I'd much rather this stayed private." Will stroked Otis. "They can know I have him but not what I have."

"Do you not think it could benefit them knowing that it's okay to get help?" Alex's eyebrows furrowed at Will.

"We won't make it a big thing." Jamss promised and put his hand on Will's knee.

"Yeah, we'll talk about something and you can say, 'So I have this' and that'd be that. You don't need to sit down and make an entire video on it." George explained.

Will thought about it for a second. "I'll do it in a few weeks so I can get used to more people knowing." He commented, trying to convey his feelings.

"Okay." Alex nodded. "We won't pressure you into anything you don't want to do."

"Thank guys." Will smiled softly. "You've really been a help."

"Mate, it's no problem." James grinned.

"Yeah besides, what are friends for?" Alex chirped.

Will felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he was able to be himself more. Even though his anxiety wouldn't go away, Will found himself becoming alot more content with himself.