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heytherejulietx · 3 years

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Surprise ~ Jughead Jones

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Notes - Okay so this is the fic I promised you guys at Christmas. Yes I know it took forever and I’m so sorry but I’m so so so glad it’s out now you have no idea!!!! I really hope you enjoy it please let me know if you do! Thank you to @lathyrusodorxtus to helping me write Bret and help me make him a douche, ily lee.

Warnings - Slight sweating.

Word count - 3k.

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Her fingertips lightly brushed over the checkered blue and white quilt cover that covered his bed as she sat waiting for him to arrive. Whilst she had been in the space that her boyfriend essentially lived in before, it still was new to her. His side of the room wasn’t messy, as she had expected from her boyfriend, who had created quite a mess in Archie’s bedroom when he had been staying with his best friend. He had some stacks of different books on his desk that she could only guess were reading materials for his class, and some different drafts piled beside them, though it was all neat. She couldn’t say the side for his roommate's side of the room, which was littered with different scrunched up balls of paper and even some clothes on his nightstand and the floor.

Jughead had been at the school for only a few weeks, though she hadn’t seen him since he had moved in. He had been busy with his studies and she had been occupied with other things back in Riverdale, and they just hadn’t had time to see each other. Though after multiple calls from Jughead explaining how he felt like an outsider there, and multiple times she had almost cried because she missed him; it was enough to buy a train ticket to meet him at his school.

Stonewall Prep had a sort of atmosphere to it that she didn’t like. It was cold, for a start. The corridors and halls were all freezing cold, unlike the warmth that came from most of the buildings in Riverdale, and the only warmth she did have was in Jughead's dorm after she had turned on the small heater in the corner of his dormitory. Though the people there were making it worse. She had walked past a few of his classmates on her way into the private school, and they seemed to all have the same cold stare that made her a little uneasy. Jughead had told her that his classmates weren’t the nicest of people, and she could see why very clearly.

Though anything negative had been cleared from her mind as soon as she heard the doorknob turning and the creak of the old wooden door as it was pushed open, revealing the person who she’d been missing terribly for weeks. It was like she was walking through a desert and he was her oasis; he was so beautiful. His signature beanie was sat atop of his head as usual, light raven curls peeking out from underneath the grey wool which caused her to smile. The red tie that was a part of his uniform was loosened and his top button was undone, his collarbones barely peeking out from the white fabric. And the sleeves of his blazer were rolled up slightly, exposing his olive-toned forearms. In usual Jughead fashion, he walked into the bedroom juggling two books, his laptop case, and a cup of coffee; which she could see was still hot by the steam rising from the mug. She smiled softly when seeing he was using the mug that she had gotten him for the previous Christmas that they had shared together. It had been a dumb joke present that had a literary pun that read “Why are writers always cold? Because they’re surrounded by drafts.” And whilst Jughead had groaned about how bad of a pun it was, he’d taken it to Stonewall with him anyways.

It only took a second for him to spot her. She was practically beaming as she watched his gaze drift upwards from the floor to land on her, and if it were possible her smile widened at the sight of his blue eyes lighting up and a smile quickly taking over his expression.

“Hey,” He breathed out through the grin, quickly emptying his arms of his belongings to a free spot on the nearest unit as she stood up from his bed. “What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to come and surprise you.” She beamed and crossed the small space of the dormitory that was between them, before she giggled as he pulled her into his arms and hugged her so tightly that her feet lifted off of the floor slightly as he’d lifted her up.

Her arms locked tightly around his shoulders as he did around her waist, and she melted into his touch with a warm smile and a sigh of content. It had been weeks without his touch, his warmth; and she had never known such torture as not being able to be held by her beloved. Through all of the sleepless nights and the tears she shed over not being able to be with him, in that moment she felt it was all worth it by being able to see him then. She pressed her face into the material of his blazer and inhaled deeply, relaxing more in his arms as the familiar smell of old books and coffee beans washed over her senses. She used to hate the smell of coffee, when she’d started dating him she complained all the time, though now she couldn’t get enough of it, because coffee smelt like him.

“I missed you so much.” Jughead murmured into her hair, his arms subtly tightening around her frame as he spoke.

“I missed you too.” She whispered as she smiled softly. “Sorry I didn’t come down any sooner. I wanted to but I’ve just been so caught up with everything. And I know you have too.”

“No, don’t apologise darling.” Jughead flattened his palm against her back and gently rubbed it through the soft material of her jumper. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him when she felt him move back slightly, and couldn’t help but smile brightly when she met his eyes and the smile that he was wearing too. It had been too long since she’d seen that smile in person. Video calling each other was fine, but it was never enough. It could never make up for not being able to see the real thing.

His hand moved from her back and her smile softened a little when his palm cupped the side of her face and tilted it up slightly, before he leaned down and met her lips with his in a soft kiss.

When was the last time she had kissed him? She couldn’t even picture it, though she knew for a fact that whatever she had remembered kissing him like was nothing compared to the real thing. Butterflies rose up in her stomach as she melted into his touch, her hands resting on his chest as he pulled her closer by a hand on her lower back. She hadn’t felt so warm and euphoric since the last time she had seen him; and in that moment she couldn’t imagine anything better than kissing Jughead Jones.

Though before either of them could pull away from the kiss, the noise of the door creaking open behind them filled the room, before a quiet chuckle followed. “Sorry, I’m not interrupting am I?”

Jughead looked visibly annoyed as he pulled away and sighed as he turned to face the person at the door, reaching for her hand in the process. She turned to look at who was standing at the door and smiled politely, not recognising who was there. He was taller than Jughead, though only by a little, wearing the same uniform though his was a little more presentable; his tie on properly and his sleeves not rolled up. In his hand he carried a laptop bag that looked a little like the one Jughead had, though it was a lighter brown in colour instead. Was this the roommate Jughead was constantly complaining about?

“Nope.” Jughead answered him a little stiffly, and upon looking up at him she could see his jaw was clenched, in - what she guessed was - annoyance. This was definitely his roommate.

“Good, I’d hate to intrude.” The guy at the door chuckled quietly again, before he shifted his gaze from Jughead and onto her with a lift of his eyebrows and a slight smirk.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before.” He mused, and she couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy under his gaze. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Y/N.” Jughead answered for her, and as he spoke he let go of her hand to move an arm around her waist instead. It wasn’t often that Jughead got jealous or protective, though she could definitely tell when he did. Her hand lifted to lightly rub his arm, and once he had glanced down at her she shook her head slightly, as if to tell him it wasn’t worth getting mad over.

“Y/N huh? A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” The guy smirked slightly, and this time she didn’t mind at all once Jughead had tightened his arm around her slightly. “Bret Weston Wallis, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Tell me, doll, what’re you doing with someone like him?” Bret eyed Jughead for a moment before his gaze locked with hers once more. “Charity work?”

A frown quickly formed over her features when she felt Jughead stiffen at her side, and she glared at Bret as the frown quickly turned into a scowl. She knew more than anybody else that Jughead was insecure of his past. He had asked her a few times about why she chose him, of all other people. Why choose the kid from the broken home instead of the put-together kid from a happy one? And although she knew Jughead understood her feelings completely, after almost three years together, she could tell comments like that still hurt him. And truthfully they hurt her too.

“Because I love him, you dick.” She shot back, though he just chuckled at her again which got on her nerves even more. It was like he was mocking her

“Easy there, I’m just letting a beautiful girl like yourself know your options. You don’t know what you’re missing out on until you experience it, sweetheart.” He winked at her and she scowled.

She could tell Jughead was itching to say something by the way he kept his jaw clenched and his hands in fists, his knuckles turning white under the pressure. Though she simply rubbed his arm to let him know it was okay as she stood up a little straighter in front of Bret. It definitely wasn’t the first time Y/N had gotten into an argument with someone taller and stronger than her; back in her sophomore year she had gotten into constant arguments with people like Reggie Mantle for picking on Jughead among others, so it wasn’t new for her. She wasn’t someone who enjoyed conflict, though she would never stand for someone being nasty. Especially not towards herself or her boyfriend.

“Trust me, I’m not missing out on anything. I’ve experienced it.” She glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest, only growing more aggravated when Bret had simply laughed and looked back up at Jughead instead with an irritating smirk.

“She’s feisty. I like that.”

Bret’s words had her face twisting in disgust as she glared at him, feeling Jughead fully tense at her side before he let go of her to step forwards and lightly push him towards the door. “Okay, Bret, go and find Donna or someone.” Jughead spoke stiffly, clearly trying to keep his anger in check as he opened the door and nudged Bret to walk out of the room.

“Okay okay, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. I can see you want to be alone,” He rolled his eyes and went to leave the room, though at the last moment turned back to face Y/N as he leaned against the doorframe. “You know where to find me if you're ever looking for an,” He paused as he turned to look at Jughead, very clearly giving him a once-over, before his eyes returned back to Y/N. “...upgrade.”

Her expression twisted into an angry scowl and she opened her mouth to say something, though before she could Jughead slammed the door in his face, still clearly tense.

“Your roommate is an asshole.” She frowned as she moved back over to him, sighing as she moved her arms around his waist to hug him. Y/N couldn’t imagine how much worse Bret might be when she wasn’t around, and the thought made her frown. Jughead stayed at Stonewall Prep five days a week, and for the majority of his time that was what he had to deal with? It just wasn’t fair.

“I know,” Jughead sighed as he moved his arms back around her, dropping a kiss to her hair before he rested his head on top of her’s, swaying them slightly as he gently held onto her. “I don’t like him on an average day, but I definitely don’t like him talking to you like that.” Jughead huffed and his hold on her tightened subtly.

“I’m sure he won’t bother us again, and if he does I’ll punch him.” She joked and giggled quietly, smiling once Jughead had pulled back enough to look at her.

“Oh yeah, I’ve got no doubt about it. You’re extremely threatening, all four feet of you.” He cracked an entertained grin as she gasped in mock offence, lightly smacking his chest.

“Hey! I’m way taller than four feet, you’re so mean. I’m not even short.”

“Oh yeah?” Jughead challenged and raised his eyebrows a little, smirking slightly. “Kiss me then.”

Y/N scowled playfully as she leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him as challenged, though without him helping her by leaning down slightly she could only just about reach to press her lips against the underside of his jaw.

“You got it, short stack?” Jughead teased.

She just huffed and moved her hands to the side of his neck to pull him down so she could kiss him properly, causing him to chuckle quietly against her lips as his hands found her waist, holding her against himself as he walked her backwards until the backs of her knees hit the edge of his bed, causing her to sit down.

“I’m not short.” She playfully glared at him, though her expression changed to a more fond smile when his hands tilted her head up slightly to look up at him.

“Mhm, I’m sure you’re not.” He responded teasingly before he just leaned down to kiss her again as she knocked his beanie off of his head to thread her fingers through his soft hair to pull him closer to her.

Just over an hour later she sighed as she felt his fingers gently moving through her hair, brushing any loose strands from her face. They were laying across his bed with the sheets just about up to their hips so they didn’t overheat underneath the extra material. All she was wearing was his white button-up that he had been in earlier as she rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers tracing invisible shapes and lines across his bare chest as he held her against himself.

“I’m sorry we don’t see each other more often.” Jughead spoke softly into her hair.

Y/N glanced up at him and shook her head as she smiled softly. “You don’t need to apologise, baby,” She said softly, her hand moving to his side again so she could run her thumb lightly over his ribs. “I’d rather you stay here and take this amazing opportunity with your writing then stay somewhere that won’t help you at all,” Y/N leaned up to gently kiss his jaw. “Your roommate might be a dick and so might your classmates, but it’s not like they’ll kill you.”

“Don’t jinx it.” Jughead mumbled jokingly and she giggled quietly as she felt him press a kiss to her forehead softly. “Are you sure you’ll be okay without me there the whole time? I worry about you, y’know.” He sighed.

She couldn’t help but smile softly as he moved his hand from her hair to gently rest it along her jawline instead, the pad of his thumb running along her cheek. Of course she missed him whilst he was away, but Stonewall Prep was important. It was a chance for him to enhance his already amazing writing skills and take his talent even further than what he had. She couldn’t get in the way of that. They would have all the time in the world when he was finished, but for now it was important he kept at what he was doing.

“I’ll be fine, Jug,” She said softly. “This is important for you, and if I do ever need you I’ll call you.”

“You promise?” Jughead raised his eyebrows a little.

“I promise.”

He sighed though accepted her answer nonetheless, a soft smile painting over his lips as he leaned down to press his lips against hers softly for a long moment before he pulled back to look at her.

“I’m going to miss that beautiful face, though.” He smiled fondly, his thumb circling her now pink cheek.

“And I’ll miss yours.” Y/N giggled, kissing him again for a long moment before she pulled away to lean her head against his shoulder again.

“I love you so much.” Jughead said softly, his fingers combing through her hair again as she relaxed into him a bit more.

“I love you, too,” She smiled and turned her head to gently kiss his jaw again before she nuzzled her face into the side of his neck, enjoying the peaceful moment with her boyfriend in his arms.

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marvelsswansong · 4 years

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Could you please do 48 with Sugar daddy!Bucky, please? Thank you!

48: “Why do you keep this picture of me in your wallet?”

word count: 2.3K

a/n: includes mention of sexy times (obviously, it’s a sugar daddy AU). I changed the quote slightly to fit the blurb better, sorry about that x blurb requests are still open, check my bio for more info :)

NOTE: above gif is simply used for aesthetic. not to indicate the reader is imagined to be white and skinny.

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“No feelings, just business.”

That’s what he had told you, the first time he had bought you that far too expensive champagne at the bar at a roof party in Milan. You had been dragged there by Natasha after turning down her offer to let you stay in her penthouse for a few weeks while you could find another place to live in after your landlord had decided to kick you out for a wealthier renter. As a university student, you needed to find a new place to live, and fast, near the university. Unfortunately, your university was in the smack middle of the city- making any possible accommodation extremely expensive.

“Just two drinks and you can leave.” Natasha argued, grabbing your hand and dragging you into the party. You already regretted entering as you felt so out of place- Natasha had been born into wealth, her father being an oil baron and her mother being one of the most famous actresses in Russia’s history. The other people at the party were those in her circle, other rich, successful and attractive people far above your caliber.

“I don’t belong here, Nat.” you complained, frantically pulling at your dress. She had insisted on buying it for you, going as far as pretending to go to the bathroom before paying the bill at the cashier of the designer store, but it was far too tight and short. The black little number clung to every crevice of your skin and matched with the velvet heels you were wearing, making you feel slightly self conscious with every step you took.

“Nonsense, babe. You look fucking gorgeous, you’ve been stressing too much lately and you need to blow off some steam tonight! Besides-” she leaned in closer to your ear to whisper. “I’m pretty sure half of the men here want to jump into your pants tonight.”

You didn’t even want to glance at the direction she was pointing at and scowled, pushing her off with a playful glare.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend.”

“No I’m not, I-”

Someone near the pool called Natasha’s name and she gave you a brief apology and a hug before scurrying off, greeting the other person with a loud scream. She was definitely a social butterfly, whilst you took a bit of time to warm up to people- especially in situations where you felt out of place. And now you were left.

Alone.

“Could I keep you company instead?” a deep voice rung out from behind you. His tall stature dwarfed yours in comparison as he extended his hand towards you, the cuff links of his Armani suit rolled back slightly to expose his skin. The designer suit was nothing compared to his gorgeous face, a hint of stubble on his chin and a jawline that could cut crystal glass.4

“S-sure.”

He ordered the two of you a cocktail you’d never heard the name of, but you didn’t question it, still mesmerized by his presence. He chuckled at your obvious stare, causing you to look away in embarrassment.

“Are you fond of Oscar de la Renta?” he asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

“W-who?”

He chuckled at your frantic response, sipping on his glass slowly as he eyed you up and down.

“Your dress. It’s an Oscar de la Renta piece.... You’re not a part of this usual crowd, are you?”

You shook your head sideways, confirming his suspicion.

“How’d you know Natasha?”

“We go to the same university. She invited me to this party because I’ve been pretty stressed in between studying and finding a new place to stay... Money’s really tight right now and places in the city are expensive...” you rambled on, not noticing the shift in his eyes as he listened to your predicament.

“I could help you, you know.” he proposed. You chuckled nervously, toying with the hem of your dress.

“I don’t even know who you are.”

“The name’s Bucky. Bucky Barnes.”

Three glasses of wine later and he’d lured you in, trading details of your life with his. You found out that he was a self-made billionaire who co-owned a private equity firm with his business partner, Steve Rogers. With hundreds of companies under his palm, he had it all- the money, the fame in the business world, the admiration and loyalty. But he wanted more than a “quick fuck”, as he put it.

“So what exactly are you proposing?” you’d pressed, leaning in closer. He smirked, flexing his rolex watch in the dim bar light.

“I could be your sugar daddy, in the bluntest terms.”

“Do I look like the type of girl who’d be a sugar baby?”

He raised his eyebrow.

“I don’t know, doll, but... you’re fucking gorgeous. And out of money. I know you’re busy with school and all, but all I’m asking is that when you’re not at school to accompany me. I’ll give you everything else- money, gifts, trips to exotic places, connections.... All you need to give me is affection and physical company.”

You bit your lip, mulling this over. The thought of being a sugar baby had never entered your mind, but here you were, being offered the world and more by an insanely attractive man. And all you had to do was keep him company- emotionally and sexually. His hand traveled over to your lap, his clean cologne warming your senses as he awaited your answer.

"No feelings, just business, right?” you asked quietly. He nodded.

“No feelings, just business.”

That solidified your decision.

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For the first few months, you followed him everywhere.

Fiji. London. Paris. French Rivieras.

You’d let him pin you against the wall and fuck you senseless at the hotel room in exchange for an unlimited access to his platinum credit card the next day. He spoiled you with designer dresses from brands you couldn’t even pronounce and gifts that could single-handedly pay off student loans.

With your schedule as a full time student and his hectic lifestyle as a billionaire CEO, you both agreed on having spaced out interactions. If he was in the city, you’d meet him twice a week, maybe even more if he was offering extra. If he was travelling, you could take a week off, week and a half off, maximum, to see him. On the days where you couldn’t physically see him, lots of sexts and calls were exchanged, all from the new phone Bucky had bought you.

It was as business as it could get, or so you thought.

You’d gotten a call from Bucky in the middle of the night, whilst you were cramming for a final, even though you’d both agreed at the beginning that meeting up during finals would be extremely limited.

“Hello?”

“I need you to fly with me to Boston tomorrow night.”

You sighed, rubbing your eyes.

“Bucky, I can’t. I’m swamped with finals and-”

“Doll, I’m literally begging you, I-”

That caught your attention, causing you to sit straight up. Bucky never begged for anything. Let alone, to you.

“My family’s been bugging me about meeting my new ‘girlfriend’ and me ‘settling down’ or whatever. I already told them I was bringing you, please, doll? I’ll double, even triple your pay.”

“Buck... It’s not about the money right now, I really need to do well on my finals. It’s in two weeks.”

“And we’ll be back in a day or so, it’s just a quick stop by. Please... do this for me? A-at least as a friend, we’re at least friends, right?”

And for some reason, perhaps it was because he sounded unusually desperate, you said yes. He picked you up in his limo the next day, exactly at 6pm, and you flew with him in his private jet to his childhood home in Boston.

“It’s a little small.” he’d warned on the plane, as he helped you step down the metal stairs.

Small your fucking ass.

You were astounded by the sheer amount of ground the mansion covered, as a maid scurried towards you and took your bags into the house. The steep marble arches and the high pane windows made you feel small, as you felt Bucky slip his arm around your waist and guide you towards the entrance.

Bucky’s mother was waiting for you at the door, pulling you into a tight hug and gushing about how pretty and polite you were to Bucky. You felt your heart skip a beat when Bucky referred to you as his “girlfriend”, but you forced yourself to breathe and smile.

No feelings, just business, you had to remind yourself.

Bucky was dragged off to the side by his sister and father, meaning that you were dragged to the kitchen to keep his mother company. She was a very lovely woman, which was why you felt quite guilty lying to her about dating her son.

“I’m so happy you’re dating my son, (Y/n).” she cooed, opening the stove. “I’ve never seen him stare at a woman so madly in love.”

Signing if off as good acting on Bucky’s part, you smiled, waving off her compliment.

“I’m the lucky one, miss. That said, I’m pretty sure I’m the romantic in the relationship.” you joked, eliciting a laugh from her.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, you know. I’ve seen that picture of you in his wallet.”

Picture?

Bucky never told you he kept physical pictures of you. You’d spend him pictures and you two took pictures on dates and outings, sure, but it was all digitalized and kept away in your phones....

Right?

Before you could question her further, she announced that dinner was ready, forcing you to sit next to Bucky. He pulled out a chair for you, causing his sister to outwardly “aww”, and making you let out a shaky sigh. His hand found his way down the table to rest in yours, his thumb grazing your hand repeatedly in a soothing manner.

That was new.

Bucky was an affectionate man, but he usually kept it brief, unless in bed.

“So (Y/n), tell us more about how you met Bucky.” Rebecca pressed, sipping on her glass of wine with a teasing smile. The conversation flowed easily from there, jokes and embarrassing childhood memories being thrown around as time passed by. Four cups of wine and a mortifying story about Bucky falling on his face during a dance recital at his boarding school, you and Bucky clambered up to bed, your face still red from laughter.

“It’s not that funny.” Bucky grumbled underneath his breath as you clung onto him for support.

“Sorry, I just... I never would’ve thought you’d be a dancer. Let alone a clumsy dancer.” you teased, opening the door to the bedroom.

“Well I guess there’s more of me for you to discover.”

The drunken haze lifted from your consciousness at his response, the sudden soft tone catching you off guard. The entire night, you drank away your fears, the fear that maybe he liked you back. You’d realized you had caught feelings for him, hard, about two months into it, but you’d talked yourself out of acting on it.

No feelings, just business. That is what he had said.

But the whole night he went out of his way to touch you, holding your hand and kissing the back of your neck. Calling you “doll” and “sweetheart.” Telling his family stories about you with an adoring gaze in his eyes. And according to his mother, that picture of you in his wallet...

“Shit, I left my phone downstairs. I’ll be right back.” he said, interrupting your train of thought. He conveniently left his wallet behind, and when you flipped it open, there indeed was a picture of you inside.

And not just any picture.

It was one of you, passed out on his lap after a particularly grueling and boring conference call, in which Bucky was working from his home. You weren’t dressed up, hell, you didn’t even have any makeup on. Just an old t-shirt he owned and short pajama shorts, and a pair of penguin socks. It was oddly domestic and simple.

And he had it printed and stuck in between the leather bindings of his wallet.

“Why do you keep this picture of me in your wallet?”

Bucky’s smile dropped off his face as his eyes shifted to the picture he’d been hiding away in your hand, dread seeping across his chest. He swore under his breath, he knew he should’ve kept it somewhere more secretive, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“Can I be honest?”

You nodded as he took in a deep breath.

“I.... I know I said ‘no feelings, just business’, and really, at the beginning, I thought that was all it was going to be. But... somewhere down the line, I realized, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re wicked smart. You’re so kind. You’re not afraid to crack a joke at my expense. You’re... the perfect girl for me, except I was paying for it. I was paying for this... fantasy. Before you say anything, I know you don’t feel the same. I know this is all business for you, so uh, if you want to end the relationship now, since I’ve gotten attached, I’ll under-”

He’s cut off by your body crashing into his, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and he can taste the cherry wine on your lips as you press into him. He eagerly returns the kiss but is left dazed when you pull back, a wide smile on your face.

“I love you, you idiot.”

He smiles back, a smile so bright and sweet that makes your heart flutter, before he pulls you onto his lap on the bed. His hand is already underneath your blouse as he pulls out his phone, his lips tracing your neck.

“So... what’d you say I get a new picture for my wallet?”

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whosemorales · 3 years

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A Moment In Time Pt 1

The Room Of Requirement was, in Harry’s opinion, one of the most magical rooms in all of Hogwarts.

Harry had been in there since lunch and he still wasn’t bored he was more curious than anything. The Room Of Requirement never failed to amaze him, one minute you’d be looking at an old painting and the next you’d have a face full of Cornish pixies. It was unpleasant at the least, but the shock that came with it never failed to wake Harry up just that little bit more, and these days that feeling was more welcome than one would expect. With Umbridge’s unrelenting chokehold on the school, it was nice to disappear for a few hours, to have all the responsibility and weight of the world’s expectations lifted off his shoulders and to just feel like a normal kid. Of course, I’m anything but normal, Harry thought bitterly.

He was the boy who lived. The boy who cheated death, the boy who would save everyone from a war that he wished to have no part of, a war that in just one night had taken everything from him, one single night that had doomed the rest of his life to a miserable reminder of all the love ones he’d lost, all the love and joy he’d been deprived of. But now he felt selfish because he wasn’t the only one who had lost everything.

Sometimes Harry wished that he could be selfish, he wished that he could morn all the things he’d missed out on without having to think about all the other people that had also suffered during the war, and god how that sounded awful now that he thought about it, but another part of him told him that it was ok not care sometimes, that it was ok to just focus on his misery and not have to deal with everyone else’s, that for those few quiet hours at night it was ok to think bitterly about how Ron had a family, and more specifically a mother and fathers love that every now and then, Harry felt Ron took for granted. Harry knew that he had things that other people didn’t, fame, glory, but god how quickly he would give it all away to just be held in his parents’ arms. To feel their love for him radiating off them and enveloping him, the kind of love they spoke about in books, the kind of love that didn’t need to be spoken but the kind that could be transferred in something as simple as a hug, to feel all the warmth and happiness that Harry deeply wished he’d had to keep him safe from all the worlds problems and for them to just hold each other and nothing else.

But even with all the magic that surrounded Harry, bringing back his parents was something that it was not powerful enough to do.

Harry wandered around aimlessly, running his fingers along the dust-covered furniture, his eyes were roaming over all the piles upon piles of junk. Although, to whoever put their stuff here, it was probably something special, something they wanted to leave behind for future generations. Maybe there’s even something from my dad in here. That thought had Harry’s eyes scanning over everything at twice the speed, he looked under things, inside piles of junk and even climbed a few structures, but after a while, his shoulders slumped. He had no idea what he was even looking for, he didn’t know his Dad long enough to know what he liked or what he might have put in here, he didn’t even know if his Dad had found this place, it wasn’t on the Marauders Map. Then again he didn’t even know his Dad.

Harry let out a breath, this was not how he thought his day would go. Suddenly, The Room Of Requirement had turned into another painful reminder, he didn’t want to be here anymore, didn’t want to look at another forgotten object, another memory of happier times, a time for all Harry knew was the same time as his Mum and Dad. Now Harry was running, he felt sick and dizzy, but the more he ran the more apparent it became that he’d been in here longer than he thought and in that time had wandered deeper into the room than he’d ever been. Now the one place he wanted to leave was the one place he couldn’t. He stopped running, he needed to calm down, panicking wasn’t going to help him. Taking a deep breath he tried to focus on his breathing and heart rate, the last thing he needed was to have a panic attack in the one place that no one could find. Image the paper; The Boy Who Lived has died due to a panic attack because the stupid idiot couldn’t find his way out of a fucking room.

He never used to get panic attacks, but now he got them at least twice a week. Not that anyone knew, letting people know that he was that weak that he couldn’t even control his own breathing was not something that was going to help. Taking in one last deep breath, Harry opened his eyes and looked around, none of this looked familiar, but that was an easy fix, he just had to retrace his steps and he’d be out before he knew it. Right?

Going back the way he had come Harry’s eyes scanned over everything, looking for something familiar, the green couches that he had brushed the dust off, the weird-looking table that was covered in ropes, hell even the pixie’s nest would be a welcome sight. Instead, Harry’s eyes caught his reflection in an old-looking mirror that was leaning against a pile of chairs and other various objects. It kind of looked like the Mirror Of Erised as it was curved at the top and rectangular at the bottom, just smaller. The curve side of the mirror was an old rusted looking gold with letters carved into it, leaning forward Harry brushed his fingers over the dusted that coated them to get a better look, but once he’d brushed off the curved edges he realised that it was pointless. The words looked to be in some other language, one that Harry knew for certain that he didn’t know, not that he knew any other languages anyway.

Eerht fo tnuoc eht ni ereht uoy ekat llahs I dna eb ot ekil tsom uoy erehw tuoba kniht.

Deciding to ignore the writing, Harry moved back to get a better look at himself. His hair was a mess and he looked slightly sweaty, but the sight of himself made his heart hurt even more, he looked almost exactly like his Dad.

Earlier in the year, Sirius had given Harry some photos of his Dad, and even though there wasn’t many there was one particular photo that Harry kept coming back to time and time again. The photo in question was one of the Marauders on the quidditch pitch, according to Sirius it was their 5th year and they had just won the match against Slytherin. Both Sirius and his Dad were wearing their Quidditch uniforms whilst Remus was wearing a knitted sweater with his Gryffindor scarf around his neck and a book under his arm, Peter was clearly the one taking the picture as he wasn’t in it. Harry was never more thankful that magical pictures moved than when he would look at this one. His Dad was standing on the left, with Sirius in the middle and Remus on the right, Sirius had his arm around his Dads shoulders as they both gave the camera their biggest smiles, whilst Sirius’ other arm was wrapped around Remus’ waist, and even though he was clearly trying to look angry about being dragged into the photo, Remus’ face broke out into a wide smile and a laugh when Sirius turned and give him a kiss just under his ear. Harry’s favourite part however was when his Dad’s head turned to look at someone outside the frame, his face breaks into a warm smile and something in his eyes changes, the camera then pans to see what his Dad is looking at and it lands on his mum laughing and joking around with three other girls, the camera stays there for a second before quickly turning back to the three boys, Sirius is nudging his Dads side with a teasing smirk and after another second his Dads gaze turns away from his mum and back to Sirius, who he shoves playfully knocking him into Remus who just rolls his eyes and laughs at them.

Looking into the Mirror Harry wished more than anything in the world that he could have gotten to know them, wished that he could have gotten to see his Dads face light up whenever his Mum came into the room or had his Dad teach him how to ride his first real broom, wished he could have stood beside his Mum and helped decorate cookies for Christmas whilst he quicky dipped his finger into the icing to have a taste when she wasn’t looking, he wished he could have helped Sirius pull pranks on his Dad by turning his hair red or making his glasses float away as he tried to catch them, he wished that he could’ve sat next to Remus on the couch tucked into his side as he read one of his many stories to him or got Remus’ help in secretly crafting a prank to get them all back, he wished he could’ve had a family.

Leaning forward again, Harry went to brush the small flakes of dust that had fallen onto the Mirror, but just as his hand reached the mirror the glass seemed to vanish and Harry fell straight through. The whole world around Harry went dark for a few seconds before he fell back out of the mirror. Harry laid on the ground, his head spinning as his senses tried to get a grasp of what had happened. When he felt like he could stand without falling over, he slowly stood up and looked around. Everything looked the same, except for a few missing pictures and something else that he couldn’t quite place. Turning back to get a better look at the mirror Harry’s confusion deepened, it was gone, all that stood behind Harry was a pile of chairs and other bits of furniture. Harry shook his head, this place was messing with his mind, he really needed to leave now, looking around to see which way seemed best Harry followed his gut and went left. Sooner than Harry would have thought he was at the door he’d been looking for for a little over what must have been at least half an hour. Harry was hit with a wave of relief that time seemed to stop whilst he was in The Room Of Requirement, meaning that even though he had been gone for at least 3 hours, to the people outside the room it would be like no time had passed, meaning that he didn’t have to get a lecture from his friends each time he disappeared.

Pushing the doors open Harry walked out and waited for it to disappear again before he set off back to the Gryffindor Tower. Even though he had made his way out of the room, Harry still had a weird feeling in his gut that he couldn’t quite place, and the atmosphere around him seemed different, but that was probably just because he had been in The Room Of Requirement since lunch. Finally making his way to the portrait hole, Harry’s energy seemed to dissipate, maybe he’d have a quick nap before dinner.

Looking at the Fat Lady Harry sighed. “FlobberWorm.”

The Fat Lady’s face morphed into horror as the words left his lips, “I beg your pardon?!”

Harry frowned. “FlobberWorm,” he repeated the password.

The Fat Lady scowled at him. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re being extremely rude young man.”

I Don’t know who you are, the words rang through Harry’s head, was this some kind of joke?

“What do you mean you don’t know who I am, I’ve been-” Harry’s words were cut off as the portrait hole swung open, he quickly moved back so he didn’t get hit. Out came two young Gryffindors who looked to be in their third year, but that didn’t stop the alarm that rang through his head, he had no idea who these kids were, he’d certainly never seen them before, but it was probably nothing, Harry wasn’t the most perceptive person after all.

The third years gave Harry a strange look before moving off to wherever they were going. Harry quickly moved forward to try and get in but the Fat Lady quickly shut the portrait denying him the chance.

“Ah ah ah,” she tuttered, still glaring at him. “That’s enough of this foolishness, now off to dinner.”

Harry gave her an exasperated look before turning on his heel and making his way to the great hall. Walking down the corridors Harry felt a strange shiver go down his back, each corridor and staircase he came to was empty and something still didn’t feel right, but everyone was probably at dinner, and his weird feeling was probably just because he was hungry. Turing down the last corridor before the Great Hall, Harry was hit with a wave of chatter and the delicious smell of food. Ron better not have eaten all the chicken wings. Harry picked up the pace hoping to at least get two before they were all gone, rounding the corner into the Great Hall Harry’s stomach lurched and his feet became frozen on the spot.

His eyes scanned over every table and every visible face, he didn’t recognise anyone. His eyes quickly darted to the teacher’s table, Snape was missing along with a few others, but the ones that Harry knew looked younger. Something really wasn’t right. The sick and dizzy feeling that he’d had in The Room Of Requirement rushed over him once again, but this time it was a thousand times worse, his breathing quickened and his feet seemed to become unfrozen. A few heads had turned to look at him having noticed his presence, each one wearing the same identical frown. Harry walked backwards a few paces before turning around and running. But right as he turned around he smashed into someone, effectively knocking both of them to the ground.

Harry quickly picked up his glasses. “Oh god! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-” The words died on his tongue as the person he’d knocked over came into focus.

His breath caught in his throat and his heart stopped as they both locked eyes. They stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Harry couldn’t blink, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight. She had his eyes, or more accurately he had hers. The world seemed to stop spinning as realisation hit him. That was his mother.

“Evans!” A voice rang out just behind Harry and his mother hesitantly turned her head, allowing Harry to breathe for the first time in what felt like forever. But as the person came into view Harry felt like he had been submerged under ice-cold water.

The boy held out a hand for his mother to grab and tried to hide his clear shock when she grabbed it and got up but still didn’t let go, her other hand reached over and grabbed onto his upper arm as though she needed to steady herself, but her gaze wasn’t on him it was focused on Harry.

Frowning at her the boy turned to him and Harry felt like he was dying. The air in his lungs had been completely sucked out as he looked at the boy, as he looked at what anyone would have said was a clone, as he looked at his Dad.

#harry meets james and lily #maraudersera #marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #lily evans #harry potter #peter pettigrew #time travel #wolfstar #jily

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song-fox · 4 years

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"You're A Dork."

Roman's P.O.V.

This is it, I thought gleefully to myself. I'm finally gonna know my soulmate's first words to me!

Well, at least for after I get my soulmark.

I closed my eyes excitedly as everyone began the countdown to midnight. It was my sixteenth birthday, and it was tradition for everyone to stay up until 12 o'clock for when the words appeared on the person's wrist. After years of daydreaming and wondering, I was finally about to find out what they would say to me. But even still, I had so many questions. What would he look like? How would he act? Would I already know him, or would it be a complete stranger? Would he like Disney as much as me? Would he even be a he? I desperately hoped so, otherwise all those years of denial and coming out would have been pretty useless.

"Three..."

I took in a couple of breaths, balancing on the balls of my feet.

"Two..."

I tugged at my sleeve. What would my wrist say?

"One...!"

I immediately opened my eyes and pulled down the sleeve of my red hoodie, revealing the black letters that stood out against my pale skin. My eyes scanned over them frantically.

You're a dork.

I almost laughed out loud at that. It certainly wasn't what I was expecting, but it wasn't exactly an unpleasant surprise, either.

"Ooh! What'd you get?" Patton asked, bouncing around and looking just as excited as I was, if not more. Right. He couldn't see the writing on my arm. No one could. Soulmates are supposed to be personal and should be your own choice to pursue them, so nobody can ever see the writing on someone's wrist.

Unlike me, Patton had already found his soulmate, on the same day as his birthday, in fact. Of course it had been Logan, our mutual friend who seemed to have been dropping incredibly obvious hints that he was crushing on the boy, at least by Logan's standards.

I grinned at them both. "It says You're a dork."

Logan snorted. "Fitting," he remarked, earning an elbow from me.

Patton, however, seemed ecstatic. "Aw! That's really cute!"

I put down my arm, still smiling. "Yeah, it is."

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Over the next few days, I was waaayyyy too confident on finding my soulmate soon, if not right away. If Patton could do it, why not me?

"'Sup, dork!" a kid yelled out one morning on the bus. We were on our way to school, so he could have been talking to anyone, but still I pulled down my sleeves and quickly read over the words.

No match. It was probably for the best, anyway. The guy was straight, and also kind of a jerk. He wasn't even talking to me, either.

Oh well. Maybe next time.

Months later. I walked into the local bookstore, looking over the list that Patton had given me. Logan's birthday was coming up, and Patton had suggested gifting him some books and gave me a list of specific ones. Patton himself was making Logan a scarf, since it was nearly winter and the nerd got cold easily.

I walked over to the checkout counter a few minutes later with a stack of books in my arms. I placed them in front of the cashier, surprised at their weight. Those books were heavy.

The cashier hummed as he grabbed the books and scanned them, reading over their titles.

"Encyclopedia, A Brief History of Time, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd... wow, you're a nerd," he teased. I paused, then quickly glanced at my upturned wrist whilst the cashier bagged the books. No match.

Of course.

"Oh, uh, they're just for my friend. But he is a nerd. I'll tell him that you acknowledged it too," I remarked. The guy smiled, handing over the books.

"Have a nice day."

A few more months passed. I tried hard to forget that I had a soulmate and to stop constantly checking my wrist every time someone said anything similar to my soulmark. It worked, for the most part. I spent most of my time at school, anyway, and the rest of my days were mainly hanging out or talking to Logan and Patton.

I also spent a lot of my time drawing and painting, although that didn't really have much to do with the whole soulmate thing. I just really enjoyed it. I even posted a lot of it online, along with some picture of my friends and I just hanging out and goofing around.

One day while I was drawing, I heard a faint vibration from my phone, signalling a notification. I dropped my pencil and grabbed it, scrolling through all the random notifications from weird group chats until I found one from a comment on one of the pictures I had posted.

I tapped on it. The picture was one that Logan had taken, with him looking disappointedly into the camera whilst Patton and I goofed off in the background.

I kept scrolling until I found the comment.

PurpleDinosaur123: Lmao youre such a dork

For a second I felt my heart stop, and I scrambled to look at my wrist.

No match.

I sighed, instead opting to type out a reply.

Royal_arts: Lol thanks for noticing, I really do try

I put my phone on silent and tucked it away.

Almost a full year had passed since my sixteenth birthday, and although it was irrational, I was starting to lose hope. I know, it was dumb to expect a soulmate in just one year, but still. I couldn't really force myself to feel any different.

I pulled out my phone and texted to a group chat with Logan and Patton.

Me: i'm sad :(((((

DadPat: Is this about me eating the last cupcake?? if so I'm sorry <333

Me: wait you ate my last cupcake

Me: nvm it doesnt matter,, i'm just being angsty over the whole soulmate thing

DadPat: Aww, chin up kiddo, you'll meet him someday

Nerd: It's true. My parents didn't even meet until they were nearly thirty

Me: but what if i never meet him :(((

DadPat: Of course you will!! you're destined to, remember? it's basically set in stone :)

Nerd: Well, actually

Me: stfu logan i'm trying to cheer up here

Nerd: Right. My apologies

Me: s'cool

DadPat: Ah well, just get some sleep kiddo, maybe you'll feel better in the morning. love ya!! gnight!

Nerd: Indeed, perhaps some rest will benefit you. Goodnight

Me: goodnight ya nerd, ily2 patt

With that, I turned off my phone and let sleep overtake me.

I haven't seen him in a while, and it's a pleasure to see him again.

"Do you think I'll ever meet my soulmate?" I ask, staring into the dark, nightmarish atmosphere. He sits with me too, a warm and comforting presence beside me. He laughs and shakes his head, although it isn't a negative sign.

"You're a dork."

I tilt my head. "What do you mean?"

"Roman, you're a brilliant and amazing and creative person. Don't doubt yourself. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

I mull it over, before pausing. "Wait, what did you say?"

"I said that anyone would be lucky to have you."

I shake my head frantically. "No, no before that!"

"I said 'You're a dork'."

I feel like my breathing has stopped for a second. I stand up, backing away.

"No, no, no," I say breathlessly, running a hand through my hair. I nearly trip over my own feet.

"What? You don't want me?"

"No, I- I, but.." I'm stumbling over my words. Tears are threatening to spill out.

"Not you... not you... please, not you," I plead to deaf ears. The threat is now a battle with my emotions. My cheeks are wet with bitter tears and I'm gulping back breaths.

"Please..."

I jolted awake, my mouth ajar and sucking in precious oxygen. My eyes stung with fresh tears.

I grabbed my phone off the table and texted the group chat again.

Me: hey patt?? i'm gonna need a ride later

DadPat: Oh? what for?

DadPat: Are you meeting someone??

Me: kind of

DadPat: ?? ',:/

Me: i need to have breakfast, i'll just text you the location later, k?

DadPat: Okie kiddo, I'll pick you up at noon <33

Me: thx, ly

As he said, Patton was waiting outside my house by lunchtime. I stood anxiously outside my house, holding tightly onto a bouquet of flowers. Hydrangeas, hyacinths and lilacs, all varying shades of purple.

Patton waved me over, and I noticed Logan was sitting with him in the front seat.

"Hey, kiddo! I hope you don't mind that Logan came along; he saw your texts and wanted to make sure you were okay." Logan waved awkwardly at me.

I sniffed and wiped my eyes. "Thanks. It means a lot."

Logan tilted his head. "Roman, are you okay? You seem upset."

I let out a deep breath. "I met him."

They both perked up at this.

"Wait, really? Roman, that's amazing! Who is he?" Patton piped up, eyes glimmering excitedly. I kept silent and simply looked at him, watching his misty blue eyes scanning my face.

Logan realized it first. He stifled a gasp and his eyes widened, before softening sympathetically. Then it clicked for Patton. He gasped, and his hands flew to his mouth.

"Oh my gosh, Roman, I'm so sorry, that must be terrible," he rambled, his eyes shiny with unshed tears.

Logan nodded, then gestured to the flowers. "Are those...?"

"Yeah," I muttered simply. Logan stayed quiet, knowing better than to press on.

The ride was agonising. Patton had tried putting on some Disney songs, but I insisted no music. The day was beautiful, otherwise; the sunlight glinted on the morning dew of the bright, crisp grass. The trees were lush and full of life, and daisies poked out of the masses of summer foliage.

We arrived after twenty minutes of almost complete silence. The only time it was broken was whenever Patton tried to crack a joke, or when he saw a sign that said ROAD WORK AHEAD and muttered, "Yeah, I sure hope it does," under his breath.

I got out of the car, the gentle breeze stinging my watery eyes. I gripped the bouquet with both hands, as if I were scared that it might have disappeared or suddenly died.

Just like he did.

"Would you like us to accompany you?" Logan asked tentatively. I shook my head slowly, my gaze trained on the ground.

"No, I-I'd like to be alone with him. You can join me later."

Logan nodded and stepped back to join Patton.

Walking through the maze of stone slabs was painful, as it always had been. Even the grass that had been bright and lively just a few minutes before seemed limp and dull.

I kept walking, each step slower than the other, but I kept going. I needed this. I needed to see him again.

I kneeled down in front of the grey stone slab in the ground. Letters were etched neatly into the grave, chipped away with time but still legible.

Here lies Virgil Emory

2004 ~ 2019

Gone, but not forgotten.

I took one more look at the writing on my wrist. The familiar curving lines and dark ink contrasting against my skin.

You're a dork.

I placed down the bouquet, a faint smile on my lips.

"So," I said, choking back a sob. "You're my soulmate."

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts patton #ts roman #ts virgil #ts logan #prinxiety #one shot #fic #angst #tw death mention #royal writes

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peaky-malachai · 4 years

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UPON RETURN ⎟ T. SHELBY

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✒︎requested: no i just loved the gif ✒︎warnings: swearing & narcotics + mentions of blood, bruises & violence && lots of tension ✒︎word count: 5000+ ✒︎season set: 1

[originally posted on my wattpad, bc idk how to post via tumblr but we tryin’. feedback majorly appreciated x]

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You took a deep breath as you lifted your bruised and dried bloody knuckle to the oh so familiar door. A thousand thoughts racing through your mind as you tapped your foot, both with impatience and disconcertment of what consequences would follow.

You had moved to Small Heath at the age of seven, give or take, your father had got a job promotion which meant moving up country. When you first arrived you were known as 'The Cockneys At The Bottom Of Watery Lane'. You weren't even from London. You just happened to live near the capital. Not that anyone cared.

When you started school it was the same, only worse. All the girls would pick on you for speaking funny and the boys would pick on you for being too 'brash'. It wasn't your fault your parents had raised you to not take any shit. With your fathers line of work, he wasn't around an awful lot which mean you and your mother had to do a lot of things yourself. Which you, of course, didn't mind but it did mean that a lot of people would be confused and usually straight up rude.

They'd say things along the lines of, 'Whys a women doing this' and, 'Are women even capable of doing that', and so on, when you and your mother were doing the simplest of things.

Anyway, when you joined the school in Small Heath you found that being a girl with her head held high and strong arms wasn't easy.

One day you were minding your own business under the oak tree in the corner of the playground, reading Oliver Twist, if you remember correctly. When out of nowhere a group of kids made their way over to you; three girls and about five boys, all looking irritated.

"Wot ya doing, girl?", a boy with a scarf on asked you.

You rolled your eyes, turning to look at him as you put your bookmark in your book, "I have a name, you know?".

The boy scowled, "I don't care".

'What do you want?', you asked again, looking at the rest of them, "I'm busy".

A girl took a step forward, her hands behind her back as her plaits fell in front of her shoulders, "Just wanted to know why you're such a freak?".

You laughed, "I'm not a freak", you stood up.

"Yeah you are", a little boy from the back spoke up, "Ya read all the time n wear trousers". Another girl nodded, "Yeah girls don't wear trousers, they're for boys, ya freak".

"Girls can wear trousers too, you know?", you crossed your arms, "They're actually really comfortable".

The first boy that spoke to you shook his head, "I bet you wear trousers coz your mum n dad can't afford dresses, ay?", he said as he turned to look at his friends.

You didn't think twice before you lunged forward and brought the boy to the ground, "Fuck did you just say?", you spat as his friends gasped. When the boy didn't answer you shook him by his collar a little, "Didn't hear you".

"I said", he spoke, "You're poor and a freak of a girl", he sniggered.

You narrowed your eyes and lifted your fist before hitting him in the nose. He yelled and pushed you, knocking you slightly but you didn't fall over.

The kids started shouting "Fight... Fight... Fight...", causing a crowd of other kids to come running.

Soon enough you had hit him about four times before you heard an older voice, "Wots going on 'ere then?". You turned around to see three boys in flat caps, the voice belonging to the tallest.

"Wot's it look like?", you said, "I'm beating him u-", you were cut off as the boy beneath you grabbed one of your braids, yanking you down to the floor with him.

You quickly kicked him in the stomach before the three boys grabbed you and held you back, the other boy groaning in pain.

Walking you away as you shouted the boys laughed.

"Wot's your name then?", the smallest one asked as they sat you on a bench. You kept your chin up as you studied them, "Y/N", you narrowed your eyes, " 'ho uh you's then?".

The other two boys looked at each-other and chuckled before turning back to you, "That", they motioned to the smallest boy, "Is John". You nodded. "I'm Arthur", the tallest said before turning to the boy in the middle, "And this is-".

"I'm Tommy", he said as he held his hand out for you to shake, "These are my brothers".

You shook his hand and sat up straighter, "So Wot?", you began, "Yous the topdogs 'ere or sumin?", you asked.

They laughed as John spoke, "Yeah! We're the best here". Tommy gently shoved his brother, "Shut up, John", he said and looked back to you, "We're not yet, but no one messes with us if that's what you mean".

You nodded again, "So can I join your little gang?".

Arthur laughed, "Well you're not a Shel-", his brother Tommy cut him off.

"That's what I wanted to speak to you about actually, Y/N".

You smiled, "So that's a yes?".

John looked over to his older brothers, "Oh please, she's funny!".

Arthur looked back to you, "Where'd you live?", he asked you.

"Wa'ery Lane", you told him, "'bout a month now".

"Oh you're that girl", he said, "She's the cockney down the bottom of the Lane", he nudged Tommy.

"Alright we'll come and see you after school and you can join us", Tommy smiled.

You jumped to your feet and stood on your tippy-toes to be at the same height as Tommy, "Nah", you simply said as you watched his eyebrows furrow, "I'll meet yous, by the bridge at 'alf three", alright?".

Tommy sighed, "Deal". The two of you spat on your hand and shook on it.

The rest was history. You and the three brother became best friends. Wherever you went, they followed and whoever they met up with, so did you.

You and John were the same age, you two were practically the same, it was hilarious. As you grew up you and John would always be playing pranks on the others and messing around with baby Micheal. No one left the two of you alone because they knew something would end up alight.

As for Arthur and Tommy, you all got on well. Whenever anyone messes with you, a seldom occurrence, they wouldn't mind paying them a quick visit. You helped Arthur with his maths and various other things as often as you could, although you didn't tell everyone about that, he wasn't proud.

As for Tommy, you two always loved to talk about the bigger picture and such. Often you two would walk down to the Canal or Charlie's Yard and spend a good few hours just talking about life and theories and your life aspirations.

By the time you and John were 18 your life had changed a lot, along with his. Of course you were still close friends but what with work and relationships you didn't see him as much as you would've liked. The same with Arthur, he always seemed to be busy, doing what you weren't sure exactly but when you did see him you'd always stop for a chat.

You saw Tommy most, he always made a point of stopping into the Newsagents you worked at, just to say good morning. You appreciated the gesture but couldn't help but feel as if you were wasting his time, you were always so busy trying to set up for the day you never got a minute to sit and chat with him.

As you had grown older, yours and Tommy's relationship had shifted slightly. Not that either of you dared to acknowledge, but you knew. You were both guilty of finding excuses to be around each-other and touch one another. Purposely bickering to clear a room of Shelby's out so that you were alone. Stealing glances whilst the other weren't paying attention. Just silly little things that you would try and pass off as platonic intimacy as you laid in bed at night overthinking every single word you said to the man that day... and every other day you'd ever known him.

Of course you wondered if he felt the same. It felt like he did but you could just be imagining that. And you weren't prepared to ruin what you had just because of some silly crush.

However come the end of 1913 your father was now too old to do the job he had moved here to do. And your mother missed her home town and family and as one thing led to another and they decided it was time to move back.

Of course you were devastated, you loved your job even though it was more than trouble then it was worth and you loved your friends. But you were also excited to go back, of course you had been back, Christmas and Easter and what not. But you missed living there, the bustle, the accents, the opportunities and fast changing trends.

So that's what happened, you spent your last few weeks making the most of it with the Shelby's and your job before the day you left came around. You promised you'd visit, and of course you would. You promised to write, and of course you went out and brought new writing pens and paper.

By the time you were settled back into your hometown war had broken out and it seemed almost every man you knew here was off to war. The brothers back in Birmingham as well. You couldn't bare to think about the consequences of that. You still kept in touch with all three of them though.

Until you didn't.

Around a month after the boys were back from the war the letters stopped coming. You weren't sure why or how but they did. So you stopped writing. Your pride was to big to just simply write to Aunt Pol and ask if everyone was ok incase they were and they just didn't like you.

So how did you get to knocking on their betting shop front doors at 11 o'clock at night?

The door opened after you had began knocking constantly after a minute of waiting.

"The fock do ya wan-", a deep voice began before releasing who they were speaking to.

You looked up, almost shocked, "Fuckin' 'ell, Arthur, you ain't 'alf grown since a last saw ya", you let out a strained chuckle as you looked at the man who seemed to be stunned.

"You gunna let me in or should I just bleed out over your shop front?", you joked dryly, "Don't think it'd be good for business".

"Uh yeah", he said as he shook his head, "No come in, yeah, just watch your step, it's busy". You furrowed your eyebrows as you stepped past him, it was 11 at night why would it be busy?

It was though. The entire room was full of people racing back and forward, counting money, writing numbers, sneaking an extra line now that Arthur had his back turned.

"There's a race tomorrow", Arthur told you as he placed a hand around your shoulder, "Now come on, let's get you fixed up, and then you can tell me what the fock happened to ya hands".

You nodded and followed him through the busy shop, keeping your head. Avoiding catching anyone's eye. Someone's eye.

"Polly!", Arthur shouted as he closed the green doors behind you, "Ay! Polly! Ada! Get down 'ere!".

"Sorry, am I causing you trouble, I didn't mean to end up here I just sort of- did?", you mumbled to Arthur, nervously.

"Wot you on about? You're always welcome here Y/N, you know that", he smiled before shouting for Polly once more. "And besides, this is a great time coz Tommy needs a fucking cheering up", he said as he pulled out a chair at the table for you to sit at.

You looked down at the table as you carefully held your hands above it, trying not to ruin it, "Is that so", you began, "dunno if I can help with that mate".

Arthur reached forwards and tilted your chin up to face him, "I hope for both our sakes that ain't true, you're the only hope left, Y/N", he said honestly.

"Wot do'ya mean?", you asked quietly.

Before he could reply you heard two squeals from behind Arthur. Looking up you saw Polly and Ada, and a little boy following behind.

"Y/N!", Polly said as she lifted her hands in the air, "You're here! You're well", she smiled as she walked over to you, wrapping her arms around your side.

"Oh my god", Ada said as she walked over to the other side of you.

"Wot the fuck happened to ya-" Polly asked as she grabbed an old tea towel and placed it carefully under your hands.

"To make a long story short", you forced a smile, "I thought it would be a good idea to find the man that burgled my parents", you cut yourself off with a 'fuck' as Ada began tending to your bruises, "And let's just say.. it wasn't".

Arthur sat up straight, "Can't be that bad", he laughed, "What'd'ya kill him or something", he joked, making light of the situation.

You licked your bottom lip, not saying anything for a moment before looking up from your hands to Arthur's face with a gulp.

"Wait you-", he began.

"You fucking killed someone!", Ada raised her voice in shock.

"Who's killed who then?", A chirpy voice asked as they walked in the room. You knew that voice from a mile off.

"John?", you called out, "John is that you, come 'ere", you said as you tried your best to turn towards the direction of the voice but Ada and Polly were blocking your view.

"Oh fuck off", John said as he pulled out a chair next to Arthur and next to you, "You didn't come and see me first! I'm offended" he joked, "When did you get back?", he beamed as he leant onto the table, hands clasped, "How are you? Any crazy stories to tell me coz I've got loads and- The fock happened to your hand?", John besieged you with questions.

You laughed, "Yeah, missed you too, mate", you said simply as you looked back down at your hands which were stinging now as Polly cleaned them with neat alcohol.

"So do you wanna go down the Garrison after this then?", John simply asked you, ignoring the fact you were being patched up and hadn't seen him since 1913. It was as if you hadn't even spend half an hour apart let alone five or so years.

You looked up with a beaming smile across your red lips, "Fuck kind of a question is that .. of course I do, John".

Arthur cheered as he got up and reached up on top of the kitchen cabinet and grabbed a bottle of whisky. Finding a few small glasses he poured out some drinks, passing them around. John holding yours as both your hands were currently being worked on.

"To this one", Arthur said as he ruffled your hair slightly, just like he had to when you were kids (which you hated, but now it seemed comforting), before everyone cheered slightly and downed their drink.

"Who we toasting to this time then, ay?", a quite deep voice spoke from across the room. Arthur turned around in shock, spilling the bottle of whiskey over that he had brought over and left on the table. "Oh fuck sake Tommy, look what you made me do!", he shouted.

"You fucking idiot", Polly complained as she looked up, "I brought that whiskey to drink, not wash the floor with!".

John burst out laughing as he watched Arthur scuttle around trying to find something to soak it up with. As Ada left your side to help her brother, you looked up back to where the voice had come from.

Thomas.

You gulped softly, running your eyes over the man across the room. He seemed colder, more mature but rather in a sense that he had lost any grip on hope or joy. A contrast to how John seemed. As you looked back up to his face you blushed as you realised he was already staring back at you.

He walked over as he took his cap off, shoving it into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette.

He sat down at the table, stealing Arthur's seat, who was still trying to apologise to Polly for spilling her drink.

"Bet you're glad to be back", Tommy joked dryly as he placed his cigarette in his mouth and nodded in your direction as he pulled out out a light.

You smiled, "Yeah, I definitely missed this", you said sincerely, looking over at everyone, "Whatever 'this' is", you laughed, looking back over at Tommy.

Everyone pretended to still be busy as they all secretly listened in on the exchange between the two of you - amazed that Tommy had even cracked a smile.

"Right, well that should be fine now", Polly tapped your shoulder, "Just don't get into any fights for about a week, at least", she smiled before walking off, taking Ada and Arthur with her. Leaving John who was playing with his thumbs.

"So the Garrison yeah?", you looked over at your best mate, "tonight?".

"Yeah", he smiled, "I'll buy the first round".

You tilted your head with narrowed eyes, "Don't you practically own the pub", you asked as the smell of Tommy's cigarette filled your nose, in a weird sense it was comforting to you.

John nodded with a shrug, "So you won't be buying it then, will you?", you laughed, "And I will".

"Yeah something like that", he laugh as he stood up, "That's what you get for leavin' us".

"Yeah, coz it's not like you went away to war or anything anyway", you shouted after him as he walked off, acting offended. You let out a quiet snort as you watched.

"Why didn't ya visit?", Tommy spoke after a moment, "Y'know, when we got back".

"Yous stopped writing", you said plainly, "So I thought yuh didn't wanna see me", you shrugged as you looked down at your bruised hands.

"We didn't stop.. you stopped", Tommy leant back in his chair.

"Um, No", you furrowed your eyebrows, "I didn't stop writing first, why would I've done that", you argued.

Tommy shook his head slightly, blowing smoke out as he rubbed his temples, "I know what happened". You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to explain. "Someone stopped delivering our letters and stealing yours when they got here", he leant forward, looking down at your hands, clenching his jaw, "Wot happened?".

"But- But why would someone do that?", you asked, ignoring his question.

"Dunno", he said and thought for a moment, "I'll ask Finn, he used to collect our post and such".

"Finn?", you raised your eyebrows, "Oh my god, is Finn the boy that- oh my god he's so grown up now!", you gasped.

Tommy smiled, "Shot up when we all went away, didn't he?". You nodded, shifting in your seat, turning towards Tommy slightly as you leant back.

"What happened?", Tommy asked again, in reference to your hands. You watched as he brushed away any dirt on the table, not wanting anything to get lodged in your cuts even if they were now covered and treated. You studied his hands now, all the small marks left from old cuts and gashes.

"Um", you didn't know where to start, "Just after the war ended, y'know, everyone settling back in best they could, everyone still disorientated", you absentmindedly began tapping your foot under the table as you continued. Tommy noticed but kept quite. "Well this man, I knew him actually — right cock'ead, worked at the butchers and spied on all the school girls when they walked 'ome", you grimaced, "So yeah anyway, it was a Wednesday evening, I'd popped round to me parents 'ouse, just two roads away from mine, and um", you licked your bottom lip, lightly biting the skin on the inside.

"When I got- when I got there they were both knocked out cold, only just fuckin' breathin'", you shook your head as you remembered, your tapping growing louder, "That's when I realised someone was in thee 'ouse". Tommy held his chin high as he tried to contain his displeasure, not only had this mysterious man caused you pain but also your parents - who he knew well and respected.

"So I goes up stairs and the pig is filing though my mothers jewellery box ain't he?", you laughed dryly to yourself, "Only to realise everything is sentimental and barely worth a fuckin' thing", you cursed.

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, unsure of what to say but he wanted to comfort you, even if he was a little late. He didn't get the chance as you began speaking again, the anger in your voice more present.

"I mean what the fuck did he think was gonna be there? Fucking Faberge Eggs? We're livin' on the outskirts of London for fucks sake", you wanted to clench your fists but it would ruin everything Polly had just achieved, instead you decided to throw your head back and angrily shout 'fuck'.

Tommy stifled a laugh as he watched you so desperately want to lash out, "So what did you do?".

You lifted your head back up slowly and looked over at Tommy, dead in the eyes, "I told him to fuck off and never come back", you simply said, adding, "With a butchers knife in my hand, and a pistol in the other".

Tommy took a long drag of his cigarette as he looked at you, "And people say I'm threatening", he joked.

Shrugging with a small smirk you leant forward, crossing your legs in hopes of stopping yourself from tapping them. "Anyway, he left with his hands up and then I never saw him again".

Tommy butted his cigarette in the ashtray and folded his arms, ready to hear the gruesome end to your story.

"That was until I obviously tracked him down, I wasn't going to let him get away with hurting my parents".

"Did it take long?".

"No", you looked down at your hands once more, "I found him in a day or two, moved up to Coventry .. I went up to visit him once a month— secretly of course, just to make sure he was still there and what no", you raised your eyebrows before you spoke, "And then today I decided he was finally comfortable, my threats of finding him finally at the back of his mind".

Tommy looked you over as you sat, one leg still bouncing as your thumbs rolled over one another, your bottom lip a piece of meat to your top teeth as little bits of your lipstick began to wear off.

"I'll spare you the gore but let's just say he got more then I intended to give him and now he's resting in his own fire pit", you smiled sinisterly as you looked up to Tommy. "I feel bad of course, I guess", your smile faded, "But he deserved it, and it wasn't as if he had any family that cared about him".

Tommy took a short breath, straightening his back and smoothing his waistcoat down before looking at you with a concerned look.

"Wot?", you asked as you saw the look in his eye, "Look, if you're going to ask any questions about my well being- don't .. I'm clearly fine, aren't I?".

"What about the stuff that's not obvious", Tommy said lowly, "Why are you really here? Hmm?", he leant forward, adjusting your bloodied shirt cuffs, "I'm sure you could find many people to patch you up, and better then Pol too", he joked.

"Ay don't discredit Pol, she did a great job", you changed the subject. "And anyway", you carefully stood up, standing behind your hair as you pushed it under the table with your hip, "It's easy to hide in plain sight here".

Tommy watched you as you walked over to their sink, turning on the tap and bending to drink the water. The prospect of filling and holding a cup in your bandages wasn't looking fun right now. Tommy held back a giggle as he raised a brow at your behaviour, "How so?".

You turned around, leaning on the kitchen surface, "Well not only do I just have to put some coal on me and call it day, my best mate is the leader of arguably one of the most powerful organised gangs in the country, no one would dare give me up", you smirked.

"You reckon John's in charge?", Tommy stood up, leaving his chair untucked as he walked over to you, placing his hands either side of your waist, "Is is that what he's told you".

You gulped with a playful expression still on your face, "Well Arthur's too hot-headed and you're too collected, Johns a mix of both", you half lied, just to test Tommy's patience. He narrowed his eyes with a sly smirk upon his lip.

"You don't think that", he said simply.

"Says who?".

"You".

"Well I literally just said the opposite so I don't exactly understan-".

Tommy cut you off as he leant closer, his hands subconsciously moving closer to your body as they glided across the surface edge, "Your body language", he said as if it was obvious, "Your heart".

You let out a loud dry laugh, trying to outwit him as you held your chin high, feigning confidence, "What do they say then? Because my brain is saying that you're embarrassed by my opinions".

"Well for starters you've ended up in my old house, pinned to a surface by me", Tommy took a shallow breath as he stood up straight, now his chest was practically touching yours, "Not John", he looked down into your eyes, holding your gaze, "Not Arthur, and not Jack from down the lane who used to flirt with you every fockin' chance he got".

You bit your lip, praying that no one would interrupt this, wanting to see how far it could go.

Of course you had thought about this before. You and Tommy. The way you both bounced off of eachother so well, the way you never felt awkward around eachother, the way you just understood eachother. Tommy and You. Of course you had thought about his lips on yours before, his hands on your waist- around your neck. The two of you cuddled up after a long day of running the betting shop. It had occupied the small space at the back of your mind since you were fourteen. You ignored it best you could though.

But over time that small space had become bigger, migrating to the front of your brain. And after all of your hard work getting it to shut up whilst you were back home, you had to come back to Birmingham and run into him. He had to ruin it and make you fall for his rubbish all over again.

Or maybe you came to Birmingham for that exact reason. Shit. He was right.

"No, you're in front of me", He said as you looked back into his eyes, "And I think we both know why".

"Do we?".

Tommy narrowed his eyes a playful smirk grew upon his lips, he chuckled to himself quietly, just above a whisper, "You know what your problem is?", he asked.

You shook your head a little, not trusting yourself to speak, afraid you would give in to him first.

"You're too stubborn, your ego is the size of a circus".

You furrow you're eyebrows with a gasp, "Am not!", you childishly defended yourself, "What makes me stubborn then, huh?".

"The fact you won't admit you've come here to see me".

"Well in actual fact, if I had come to see anyone, it would be John", you raised an eyebrow, "But as I said, I just ended up here and I'm glad I did because Polly is the only other person besides from my mum that I'd trust to patch me up".

Tommy returned back to his infamous imperturbable expression as he looked at you, "Why aren't you with John Boy now then? Ay?", he pressed, "Why aren't you terrorising Harry with him down at the Garrison?".

You shrugged, "Maybe", you smirked, "Maybe because you've trapped me in this godforsaken little kitchen because you're to scared to admit that you fancy me", you flushed a little as you finished your sentence, your heart racing as you wondered if this was the end of you and Tommy. Whatever you and Tommy was.

Tommy clenched his jaw, his eyes darting from your eyes, to your chest, to your hands, to your lips. "Well go on then", he stepped back, leaving you just enough space to walk away, "Go off and play with John then".

You frowned, eyes narrowed as you wondered if he was being serious, it was hard to tell with him.

You pushed yourself off of the counter, closing the gap between you both again as you stood as tall as you could. Your nose practically touching his chin as you looked up to him. "Fine", you said coldly, "I'll see you later then, after I'm done catching up with John", you quickly turned and headed for the front door before you could fall victim to Tommy's eyes again.

"And my Gin", you shouted before the door slammed shut behind you.

Damn both of your conceit.

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~ published: 29.10.2019 ~

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Description of Part 1: Matty Healy x Reader (Female) | When you come back home to Manchester from University, you get invited to a house party filled with your old friends from high school. You hadn’t seen most of them for 4 years and the house brings back some old memories of the parties you once attended. Getting drunk with old friends ends up being better than you imagined.

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A/N: Fluff Alert. Really hope you guys love this part. Please let me know what you think. As you know I’m going to edit everything afterwards so apologies if there are a few mistakes. Thanks for reading and love you all! Let me know if you want to be tagged x

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The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your bedroom door creaking open. Your eyes parted slightly, and you saw your Mum’s head come around the door which now had a grin on there, evidently seeing you weren't alone.

You shook your head into the pillow to try and signify that it wasn’t like that, but she didn’t seem to mind. She sent you a quick wave and you smiled at her as she left and closed the door behind her.

You shut your eyes again knowing she was going away for the next few days on a work trip so you could just relax in peace. However, you didn’t find sleep as easily as you had the previous night despite it being 7 in the morning. You really just wanted more sleep.

But your room was cold. Unusually cold and despite having another’s body heat next to you. You were freezing.

You felt yourself being to shiver so you tiredly held your blanket closer to you and you tried to return to sleep. But you kept rubbing your legs together to try and generate some heat for your body. But it didn’t seem to be working.

Your chills must have woken Matty up because you felt him route through the covers until his warm hands found your body.

He pulled you toward him and shuffled himself closer to you, which you really appreicated. His arm came around you like he was giving you a big hug from behind and hooked it underneath your arm.

His jean covered legs began to tangle with your own and you tried your best to stop shivering. For his sake more than yours.

You again brought the blanket up closer to your face and you brought one of your freezing cold hands over the top of Matty’s. You felt him draw in a breath probably at how cold you were, but his hand then covered yours instead and he started rubbing it sleepily.

You were thankful he was beside you because not 5 minutes later you were asleep again and you felt at peace. In fact, it was probably one of the best and most peaceful sleeps you’d had in a while.

When you woke up hours later, you felt so cosy. You wanted nothing more than to stay like that all day.

Apparently, Matty was already awake because 2 minutes later you found that he tried to move himself away from you. However, you were having none of it and groaned as you kept his arm that was around you in place.

You felt him chuckle against the back of your neck and a minute later he tried to move again but you kept a tight hold of his arm. After that he seemed to give up and you both went back to sleep.

Later on, you woke back up to Matty trying to move away again. You again tried to keep him where he was and he only stopped moving for a moment whilst he told you, “Don’t be grumpy, I just need a piss. I’ll be back”

You sighed as his body left your side and you no longer had the extra heat beside you. Matty kept his word though because a few minutes later he repositioned himself beside you and you shuffled yourself back into his warmth.

You wished you could stay like that forever. In a sleepy daze with his arms wrapped around you.

“Are we staying like this all day?” Matty mumbled behind you.

You nodded slightly, confirming in a, “Mmhmm” as you once again closed your eyes.

“Fine by me” Matty grinned as he got himself comfy again and his nose buried back into the crook of your neck.

You smiled at his actions and you did actually end up staying in bed all day. The only time one of you moved was to either go to the toilet or to collect some food.

You’d turned the TV on a few minutes after Matty had woken up and you lazed about watched Friends on TV for a good portion of the day. You both drifted in and out of consciousness more than once and you found that Matty didn’t complain once.

You both got to know each other even better than the night before throughout the day as you lazily chatted. You forgot that you didn’t really know that much about his interests outside of sex and music. You found yourself having really nice conversations with him.

At about 2pm, you and Matty had just eaten lunch and had the TV on in the background but you kept yourselves entertained by chatting to each other. You didn’t chat about anything in particular but you find find yourselves chatting about him.

You asked him about his Mum and Dad in a way that didn’t make it seem like they were special because they were famous and Matty answered you honestly. He told you that it was sometimes tough especially in high school when a dickhead teacher said that Matty should have been embarrassed because his Mum was in an advert.

You actually remembered the day well. You couldn’t believe the teacher had said it, but you were more surprised by Matty’s surprisingly grown up remark back to him. But you didn’t think you could cope with his Mum and Dad going through a very public divorce and the things people asked him about it. You were grateful that you didn’t have to go through that, and you did feel sympathetic towards him.

The day wasn’t all heavy talk though, you did have a nice relax together too. You both hadn’t checked your phones once just because you were too preoccupied. You were lay in your previous positions watching TV again which kept you occupied, but other things seemed to be grabbing Matty’s attention.

“Your room’s cute” Matty grinned, sitting up so he could get a better look around.

“You’ve been in my room before” You remind him, wondering why he hasn’t tried to bully you for a very typical teenage girls bedroom before.

“Yeah, but I’ve not really been here to look around” He says with a knowing smirk.

You smiled at him whilst sending him a knowing look. You knew exactly what he meant and you would not be condoning that talk so you returned your attention to the TV.

After a few seconds he repeated, “It’s cute”

“Don’t start, I’ve been gone three years. Decorating hadn’t really been on the agenda” You shake your head at him, before looking around your room.

You had definitely grown out of the pink wallpaper and all the different posters that littered your room.

“No, you’ve had different things to think about” Matty smirked, before moving your hips back into his.

You rolled your eyes and turned yourself over to look at him, “I will kick you out”

“I’m only joking” Matty says looking down at you. He’d propped himself up a little, most likely to see what was around your room.

You watched as him eyes wandered around your room and saw his lips twitch up at different things that lay around. He looked picture perfect when his face lit up completely after seeing something that definitely caught his eye.

“Is that our signed CD?” Matty asked, looking down at you with a look of humour in his eyes.

You’d forgot it was even there. “Yeah” You told him knowing he was looking at the CD you’d blue-tacked to your wall all those years ago.

“I can’t believe you have it on your wall” Matty grinned shaking his head at you.

“You were my favourite band. What do you mean you can’t believe it? It’s only the same as you having the Nirvana poster up in your room” You said flapping your arms around to try and get your point across.

“What do you mean ‘were’ your favourite band? We still should be” Matty frowned.

“Why’s that the only thing you took from the conversation?” You questioned wanting to know how bigheaded he really was.

“Answer the question” He pried but he was smiling down at you.

“I prefer Drive Like I Do alright. I miss the old songs, is that so bad?” You asked, unable to hide your grin.

“They’re dead and gone. Get over it” Matty told you.

You let out an annoyed sigh and rolled yourself back over so you could watch the TV and hug your pillow again.

“We’re better now you should be happy. Could have a proper album out in a year or two” He told you with a smirk as you turned your back towards him.

“Maybe I should frame that CD then. It will be worth a lot when you’re all famous and don’t have time for people like me anymore” You said nonchalantly.

“Oh Y/N, I’d always make time for you” Matty smirked, hooking his arm back under yours and hugging himself to you again.

You silently chuckled to yourself as you felt him nuzzle his head back into your neck and you heard him take in a deep breath through his nose. You weren’t going to question if he’s just smelt your freshly washed coconut hair, you just left him to it.

Friends took over the day again but after a few episodes you’d fallen back to sleep and so had Matty.

You woke up later on to Matty chuckling down your ear. You opened your eyes to see that Friends was still on and Ross was getting angry that someone ate his sandwich.

You loved that episode so much and when it showed him saying, ‘My sandwich’ echoing around the city you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips. Matty seemed to laugh along as well and you both sat there in giggles for a few minutes.

“Ah god, I love that episode so much” Matty sighed as it finished off.

You turned to look at him and Matty let him arm slide off your waist as you moved. But you stayed close as you said, “Yeah it’s a good one but not as good as the one with the jellyfish”

“You can’t be trying to tell me that you think that one’s better than this one” Matty looked down at you in total disgust.

“It’s well better. The bit where they are all shell-shocked and won’t speak about it is hilarious” You told him, smiling at the memory of the episode.

“It not better than ‘My sandwich’ though” Matty shook his head and you laughed when he tried to recreate the voice.

“Okay, so I know what your favourite episode of Friends is. Noted” You tell him with a smile.

“What’s your favourite film?” Matty questions and you don’t know why but it surprised you.

“Do you mean like favourite to watch or favourite Classic?” You asked him.

Matty frowned a little, “Shouldn’t the answer be the same?”

“Not for me. I have a favourite film that’s sort of recent and a favourite Classic. The recent one will probably change but I don’t think the classic will” You explained.

“Okay then Miss Awkward, what’s your normal favourite and then your classic?” Matty pries with a smile.

“Favourite at the moment is The Proposal...” You told him but Matty interrupted before you could continue.

“Shit”

“It’s a great film” You looked up at him with hurt eyes.

“It’s shit” Matty said bluntly.

“Have you even seen it?” You questioned. Matty didn’t really seem like the type to watch a romcom on his own accord.

“Don’t need to. I saw the trailer. It looked shit” Matty told you.

“Well it isn’t. Haven’t you been told not to judge a book by its cover?”

“Don’t change that to ‘don’t judge a film by its trailer’ please” Matty sighed knowing what you were thinking already.

“You should watch it, it’s actually good” You told him and Matty quickly diverted from the conversation.

He rolled his eyes at you and asked, “So what’s your favourite Classic?”

“Shawshank” You told him with a smile, but it fell away when confusion took over Matty’s face.

“What?”

“Shawshank...” You looked at him like he was stupid, and he looked beyond confused. “Shawshank Redemption”

When he shook his head, you gasped, “How the fuck haven’t you seen Shawshank? It is the best movie to ever exist”

“No, the best move ever is Pulp Fiction”

“That’s shit compared to this. I can’t believe you’ve not seen it” You said before throwing all the covers off of you and walking up to your shelves that were full of DVDs.

“I’m not watching The Proposal” Matty said sitting up and you shook your head.

“You’re watching Shawshank so you can understand how brilliant it is” You told him and you smiled when your eyes caught sight of the DVD.

You quickly pulled it out and put it in your DVD player. He couldn’t not watch this film.

“I’ll fall asleep” Matty told you and you shuffled back into be next to him.

“I’m not gunna let you. Sit up” You told him, and he reluctantly sat further up.

Your shoulders were touching when the film started off and you couldn’t contain your love for the film. “You’re gunna love it. I know you will”

“Hmm whatever” He said, and you elbowed him in his side.

The trailers to different films you couldn’t skip came on and you looked to Matty and promised, “I bet within twenty minutes you’ll be hooked”

“Whatever” Matty sighs bringing the duvet and the blanket higher up the both of you.

You both sat in silence and watched the film for a while. You loved it that much that you’d completely forgotten about your bet until 15 minutes after you’d originally gave him.

You looked around at him and his eyes met yours quickly. “You like it, don’t you?” You asked with a cheeky grin.

Matty gave you a look and then quickly told you to, “Shut up”

You laughed at him and you felt him push his arm around your back so he could have him arm around you once again. You decided to make it comfier for you both, so you slouched down a bit and let your back rest against his chest.

His arm held you in place across your chest and kept his hand there by holding your other shoulder. You quite enjoyed the warmth that his body was giving off.

You sat like that for the rest of the film and you found yourself reacting to it like you were alone. “Are you crying?” You heard him ask behind you.

Matty saw that you kept wiping your face and saw that the tears glistening on your hand as you did so. You swallowed a lump in your throat before nodding.

“Yeah it’s sad” You sniffled with a hoarse voice.

Matty decided not to bully you for it, instead he held you slightly tighter and placed a kiss on the back of your head. Matty found himself quite moved by the film and he was thankful that you’d made him watch it.

When the credits started rolling you turned to look at him and asked, “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah it was really good” Matty said looking down at you. He noticed your eyes were slightly puffy from the tears that you’d shed, and he smiled down at you.

“New favourite film?” You asked.

At that Matty smiled and nodded, “New favourite film”

You looked up at him triumphantly and sent a bit grin his way before you turned normal TV back on.

Hours later, you ended up ordering a Chinese for your tea and you both ate like animals. You’d surprisingly had a really nice day with him. He didn’t try anything, and you got on really well.

“So, what’s going on in that brain of yours?” You asked him whilst you ate. Matty looked confused for a minute as to what you were talking about.

“Why were you still trying to get me into bed yesterday when you have Charlotte?” You questioned.

Matty rolled his eyes at your question and refused to answer.

“Oh, come on” You sighed. “It’s just me. I think we’ve done worse stuff than you telling me the truth”

“There’s really nothing to it” Matty sighed before taking another bite of his food.

You sighed as you ate, “Come on… there’s literally nothing wrong with Charlotte. Just stop fucking about and settle down with her”

Matty shook his head whilst eating and you rolled your eyes. You really just wanted to figure him out. You didn’t understand why he wouldn’t keep something good when he had it.

“Seriously! What is the obsession with trying to fuck the whole town? The only thing you’re gunna get out of it is the clap. You won’t get a medal” You tell him.

Matty chuckles at that and shakes his head again, “I don’t wanna settle down with her”

You have to question him, “But why?”

“Because she’d not the one I’d wanna settle with”

“Why there’s literally nothing wrong with her. She’s really pretty, clever, and looks like a good shag. What more could you possibly want?” You question, trying not to laugh when he nearly choked on his food when you said that.

Matty started coughing and you let out a giggle. Matty took a swig of his drink and said, “She’s nowhere near as good as you for a start”

You rolled your eyes at that really not believing him. Matty continued before you could accuse him of lying, “I’m not just saying that, you actually are”

“And second… She really really not that clever. She didn’t even finish college�� Matty told you.

You giggled at that and then sent him a questioning look “I’m sorry… How many GCSE’s did you get?”

You knew full well he got either 2 or 3 and Matty chuckled a, “Fuck off”

The banter was there between you and he was quite funny when he wasn’t trying to impress or undress you. He ended up staying another night which you definitely didn’t complain about. You knew you shouldn’t have really let him and him cuddling you all day was probably as bad as you sleeping with him again but you let yourself off this once.

The morning after, you felt a kiss on your neck that was intended to wake you up. You knew when he was trying to get your attention and you knew it wasn’t in a sexual way. He was just trying to wake you up nicely, so you didn’t get grumpy with him.

You rolled over onto your back and looked at him. You opened your tired eyes and looked at Matty.

His curly hair was everywhere, and he looked really cute. You sort of wished he didn’t say, “I’ve gotta go, I’ve not been home in three days”

You rubbed your eyes whilst you said a soft and tired, “Okay”

Matty smiled at you when you said that, and you sent him a soft smile in return.

You felt him get up and get his clothes back on. He must have taken his top and jeans off in the night and you didn’t blame him he was probably really uncomfortable trying to sleep in jeans.

You tiredly watched as he got into his clothes again and just from the fact that you were watching him get dressed alone meant that your brain wasn’t fully functioning yet.

That was the first sign and the second sign was the fact that you’d not stopped him when he leaned down and kissed your lips quickly. You smiled as he pulled away and he was grinning down at you.

Your brain then kicks in for a second and you send him a look and point your finger at him. Matty chuckles to himself and you shake your head.

“You can’t kick me out if I’m about to leave” Matty grinned and you let out a chuckle at that.

“Smooth Matt. Very smooth… Now get out” You say half seriously and Matty lets out a laugh at you.

“Come and let me out then” He says, taking your hand and pulling on it. You groan at his actions and close your eyes again.

“Don’t groan like that Y/N. I will stay and you know it” Matty states and you let out another longer groan but this time with a smile on your face, so he knows your joking.

You hear Matty sigh and you open your eyes again and he’s shaking his head at you. You giggle as he sits back down on your bed and he rests his head on your stomach. Your hands immediately find his hair and you twirl the strands around your fingers.

You loved his hair. It was thicker than George’s so maybe you did actually prefer Matty’s. Maybe you should have sat in Matty’s lap during truth or dare back in December instead.

But your choices led to him being here with you now, so it wasn’t too bad. You both stayed like that, silent, for a few more minutes and your eyes started to close again, and your movements slowed down.

“Y/N/N you wanna groan again so I’ve got something to think about whilst you sleep” Matty asks you and you don’t even have to open your eyes to know that he’s got a massive shit eating grin on his face.

You take your hand out of his hair and slap his forehead which makes a great sound. You smile at the feeling of him flinching at your abuse and then say an amused “Get out of my house Matthew”

At that Matty laughs and sits up and proceeds to pull the covers off you so you have to get up. “I hate you” You whine as he takes your hand and pulls you up and down the stairs to show him out.

Matty just leaves your house after dragging you down and opening the door himself.

“Excuse me” You shout as he takes a few steps down your driveway.

You watch as Matty turns back with a smile and steps back towards you. “You don’t spend two days in my house without hugging me goodbye. Especially waking me up before 10am when I don’t have to be up” You tell him, and he offers you his arms before they go around you.

You chuckle hugging him and he chuckles too. “I’ll see you soon” Matty says tightening his grip on you.

“Yeah I’ll see you soon” You chuckle squeezing him slightly tighter before letting him go.

You don’t stay at the door and watch him leave like a doting girlfriend. You immediately close the door and go back to bed to try and get more sleep. Thankfully it comes quickly, and you dream of things you really shouldn’t be dreaming about.

Matty Healy was not your boyfriend, but apparently he was in your dreams.

~*~*~*~*~*~

2 weeks later, you hadn’t seen or heard from the boys since the pub. George had texted you once telling you that they had a gig in the next few weeks and wondered if you wanted to come. Of course, you said yes, and he sent you all the details for it.

You got your shit together and redecorated your bedroom whilst you still had the free time to do it before you were due to start work. You completely changed everything around.

When you’d finished you had a lovely room that had a grey and white design. You painted all but one of your bedroom walls grey and got yourself new white furniture from Ikea that you loved.

You’d taken all of your old posters down, but you kept your fairy lights up because you still were a child at heart. And you did keep your Drive Like I Do CD and got a frame for it because you had no doubt that the boys would make it one day.

Other than that, you really made the most of your summer. By doing fuck all.

You lazed about whilst you still had the chance to, and you spent most of your time sleeping or eating. You did this at your friend's houses, and they did this at yours too.

Ava came to stay at your house for a week so she could see you, but probably more importantly she got to see Ross for longer than a weekend. You didn’t go with her when she saw Ross, but you did see him when he brought her back.

You got one of his amazing hugs before you let Ava say goodbye to him in private and you could tell by the end of the week she didn’t want to go. You didn’t really want her to go either. You’d missed living with her more than you let on and you secretly hoped she would move to Manchester so you could see her more often.

You’d gone into Manchester a few times to do a bit of shopping which you always enjoyed. You didn’t always buy something, but you always loved a good window shop.

And on one of the days you ran into someone you didn’t think you’d see until the next gig. You were in the Arndale browsing all the different shops when you thought you heard your name being called.

Your theory was confirmed when you heard “Y/N” being shouted louder this time.

You turned around to see Charlotte with a friend of hers that you didn’t recognise.

“Hey Charlotte. How you doing?” You asked her with a smile as you turned back and walked towards her.

“I’m good thank you, how are you doing?” She smiled at you just as her friend’s phone started ringing. She apologised and walked a few paces away so you could carry on chatting.

“Yeah I’m good, just relaxing until I have to start work in September” You tell her, and she confirms with you that you were actually going back to school.

“Yeah I start in September” You nod.

You were getting excited about starting work soon. It was the beginning of August now, so you were really excited that you were getting closer to start.

You chatted for a little bit and you forgot how lovely she was. She also looked really good too. Her make-up was perfect like the last time you’d seen her and you lowkey hated how pretty she was. But she was such a nice person, so you let her off.

her friend had just finished off the phone and she told Charlotte that her boyfriend was outside to pick them up. “Sorry Y/N, I've gotta run”

“It’s okay, I’ll see you at the gig next week, right?”

“What gig?” She asked politely looking confused.

“The bands gig. Did Matty not tell you?” You asked, rather confused.

She shook her head before telling you, “Oh I’m not seeing him anymore, he ended things”

“What?” You asked her confused as to why Matty would do that.

He had said multiple times at Christmas that he just stuck to one girl for a long while because it was easier. You really didn’t understand why he would break up with her and go through the ordeal of having to find another girl that wasn’t interested in a relationship and only in it for the sex.

“Yeah, he said that he wasn’t into it anymore and it felt forced or some shit like that. I don’t know we argued about it and I haven’t spoken to him since”

“Oh right. I’m sorry to hear that” You say, and she shrugs her shoulders.

“Don’t be. I’m over it, already found someone better”

“Well good for you. I hope everything works out for you” You smile.

She chuckled and said “Same… See you soon Y/N”

“Cya Charlotte” You smiled before returning to your shopping. You couldn’t believe it. Matty ending a relationship based on sex alone. You guessed things had changed.

You put the thought out of your head after that and decided not to dwell on it. Matty’s problems weren’t your own to sort out and you needed to stop being nosy.

Before you knew it, the week had passed, and you were getting yourself dressed up to go to the boy’s gig. You did your make up how you normally did and then got yourself dressed into a black top with laces that came down to the middle of your chest. It showed off your boobs very well and left just enough to the imagination. You also had on dark blur stylishly ripped jeans with black platform boots on to finish the look.

You loved how you looked and ended up getting the train into Manchester because the taxi fare would have been extortionate. You got there just after time George told you they were performing, and you smiled when you heard them playing from outside.

The boys had a gig in Satan’s Hollow which was a club in the middle of Manchester. When you got inside, they were singing She Way Out and you started singing along as you went to the bar to get yourself a few drinks.

You’d shown up late because you’d started drinking at your house, so you didn’t have to spend a lot of money to get more alcohol into your system. You were already tipsy when you ordered yourself a Sambuca shot along with 2 double vodka and cokes.

All you truly wanted was to have a fun night and listen to their good music. But you imagined yourself to be sat down as this happened.

However, there was already a massive crown stood around the boys and you couldn’t see them at all. So, once you paid for your drinks you pushed your way to the side of the room to try and get a better view of them.

It didn’t really work so you just ended up pushing your way to the front of them and Adam caught sight of you first because you were on his side. You reached the barrier and gave a little wave to Adam with your cups in your hands.

Adam smiled brightly and nodded his head at you as he continued to play along to the song that you recognised to be Chocolate. It was one of your favourites.

When you weren’t drinking you sang along to it and you danced a little. Not like in the kitchen with Matty doing all the fancy footwork you just shuffled along to the beat swaying your body and nodding your head.

“Right now, the next ones a new one. Literally brand new so enjoy it. Or don’t. I don’t really care” Matty shrugged then chuckled with a smile.

“Let’s go” Matty shouted then the music kicked it.

You already enjoyed it and you listened to the lyrics intently, “Rushing in a small town… I forgot to call you”

As Matty sang the song he seemed to enjoy it and you did too. You liked the thought of it. Having someone's complete attention was something you didn’t think you could ever do.

But as the lyrics continued on to the chorus something in your mind took you back to the other week when Matty was at your house. As you listened you questioned the lyrics. There was no way the chorus wasn’t about the night in you two had the other week.

You couldn’t believe Matty had written a song about you or at the very least a chorus. But you were still gobsmacked.

When the last chorus came around you had got back to a somewhat normal state and decided to just enjoy the song for what it was, and you nodded your head along to it. You couldn’t really take your eyes off Matty as he sang it.

You watched as he sang with his eyes closed and started flicking his hair about like he always did. God you really did love his hair. Why had you never playfully run your fingers through it like the morning he left your house when you shared a bed with him for practically 2 months.

As the song drew to a close, he started dancing about again and he make his way closer to Adam. But instead of his eyes connecting with Adam’s, they connected with yours and he smirked.

You bit your lip, tilted your head to the side and raised your cup as your way of cheering him on. The way you smiled also told Matty that you knew exactly what he was singing about and that you knew it was about you.

Matty didn’t care though. He didn’t write it to be a secret. He genuinely thought that much of you that you were enough inspiration to him to write a song about. You were a memorable part of his life.

Matty pointed at you and winked before spinning back around to his microphone and started flicking his head around to the crowd in front of him. You forgot how attractive he was whilst performing. God it was a slight to see.

And the fact that he was wearing an open shirt and his skinny jeans, really just made him more attractive. When he was dancing about, he always had his tongue out which just drove you slowly insane.

By the time the gig was over you were tipsy and horny. You wanted Matty and he knew it from the way he kept looking back at you.

So needless to say, once the gig finished, he put his guitar down and came and hugged you over the barrier. The hug was a tight one, you were both drunk, probably at the same level and you clung to each other for a good few seconds.

Once you pulled away from the hug though Matty dipped his head towards your lips and you didn’t even hesitate before kissing him back. You knew you wanted each other, and you briefly forgot about your rule of not just being someone’s shag anymore.

But it was Matty Healy. You just didn’t know what to do.

The kiss was messy, yet it sent the message Matty wanted. You were hot and bothered already so he knew after this you’d just be a mess for him. And he was right. You were.

When you parted, he looked into your eyes and said “Stick around for a bit”

You nodded signifying you would before George came over and shoved Matty out of the way to hug you. You chuckled as your arms went around him and you offered to help them get their stuff together, but George told you to just get yourself another drink and you could just chat outside when everything was sorted out.

Which you did end up doing and half an hour later you were chatting to George as he put the stuff in his car. You did help him bring the other smaller bits that he would allow you to bring outside and you had a quick but lovely catch up.

Just as George headed back inside Matty came out and with more stuff to put in George’s car and you smiled at him.

“You enjoy yourself?” Matty wondered just after he closed the boot of his car.

You nodded and smiled, “Quite the performer, aren’t you?”

At that Matty chuckled and pulled you to the side of the building away from the crowd of people that had come outside. Matty had a hold of your hand and as he lent back against the wall, he pulled you into him to stand in-between his slightly open legs.

His arms found their way around your waist and his hands clasped together around your lower back so there was no escape from him.

“Did you like the new song?” He asked you with a knowing look.

You bit your lip and nodded and Matty saw smile you were trying to conceal in your eyes. Matty’s eyes then flicked down to your lips and you lent in. His lips took yours like it was second nature and you got all excited when his tongue pushed its way into your mouth.

After a minute Matty’s hands had found your arse and you were pushing him back into the wall wanting as much of him as you could. You could tell Matty was getting excited too especially when he started squeezing your arse.

After you accidentally groaned into Matty’s mouth he broke away and kissed you in between what he was saying, “Please come back to mine… Please”

You kissed him again as you thought about it. You really wanted to, but you remembered what you told yourself.

You wanted to stop with the stupid one-night stands. You craved someone to be with someone who you could wake up with and spend more than just the night with.

You so desperately wanted a relationship but that didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon despite going on a few dates with a couple of different people Y/B/F had set you up with. You wanted to feel what you were feeling right now with the same person but Matty was your only option at the moment.

You pulled away and made sure he listened to what you were saying “This is the last night we do this. Do you understand?”

You couldn’t keep falling back to Matty. You needed to stop letting yourself. Yes, he was fun, but he wasn’t relationship material, and everyone knew that.

“Okay” Matty nodded before pulling you back into him and you let yourself fully go for him. You pressed yourself into him and his tongue was back to teasing your bottom lip before you knew it.

You felt your stomach drop when his hands started roaming inside your black denim jacket and eventually, he squeezed your boobs. You got excited but then a second later you broke away remembering something.

“You’re a cheeky fucker” You told him with a grin.

“What?” Matty asked with half a smile but it was mostly curiosity.

“Saying I lack a chest” You started to chuckle, because you knew it didn’t really matter but it was funny to bring up.

Matty chuckled at that and took another handful of them. You were thankful that his hands were under your coat so everyone else didn’t see him practically groping you in the street.

As he did this, Matty chuckled “No one knows it’s about you, but you. I had to play about with the truth. Can’t have them finding out, can we?”

You giggled at that before kissing him again and before you knew it you were on his bed. You’d forgot how good he actually was because you found yourself questioning why you only said one more night.

He actually was the best you’d ever had, and you tried not to find it depressing that it would be the last time you felt the way he made you feel for probably a long time. But that didn’t stop you from having a great night with him. It was definitely a memorable one despite you both being drunk.

You woke up the next morning and hugged the covers towards you because you were cold despite Matty’s warm body being right next to you. You both still wore nothing because you passed out last night from exhaustion before the thought even crossed your mind.

You fell back to sleep within minutes and you woke up, you don’t know how many hours later to the feeling of someone kissing you. You kissed back because when your brain kicked in you knew it was Matty.

He then started trailing his kisses down your neck and you smiled. This was definitely a nice way to be woken up in the morning.

However, when you your brain was fully functioning again you remembered the ultimatum you gave him. Last night was it and if you followed it on this morning it would just continue into an endless cycle.

So, when he started planting more serious kisses down on your chest you had to stop him before all your will power drained away.

“Matty no” You shake your head, softly pushing him away from you.

He looked down at you, pouting his bottom lip, “Why not?”

“Because if we start, we won’t be able to stop. And if we keep on doing this, we won’t be able to stop. You know what we’re like” You sighed.

“I’m not hearing any problems here” Matty chuckled.

He looked so adorable with his hair hanging over his face as he looked down at you.

“You know what I want Matty” You reminded him, shaking your head very slightly with a sad smile.

“Yeah I do” He smirked, dipping his head down to kiss your neck again and you had to pull him away when he started to kiss down your chest.

“Matthew” You chuckle trying to snap him out of it.

He lifted his head back up to yours. “Y/N”

“You know I want a relationship and you know I want a real one. And if I keep fucking you, I’m never going to find that” You said brutally honest.

It had to be said to remind both him and you. You wanted a relationship.

“Then just go out with me and then we can just carry on” Matty proposed as if the answer was obvious.

You shook your head at him becoming serious, “You’re not funny”

“I’m not joking” He tells you sternly and from the way he was looking into your eyes, you could tell he wasn’t.

“You won’t do a relationship” You shake your head at him.

For as long as you’d known him, he never had wanted a relationship. He just wanted someone to fuck.

“I could”

You let out a dry laugh at that, questionning, “Matty how do you expect me to believe that when you were exclusive with Charlotte and you came and fucked me for a weekend and then again a few weeks later”

You continued with, “You couldn’t even keep a just sex thing exclusive... What makes you think you could do anything near a relationship?”

“I’d do it for you” Matty tells you, his eyes looking sincere but you still had your doubts.

You sighed wishing it was true.

Not believing him, you say, “You’re too untrustworthy”

“It wasn’t official with Charlotte though. She just thought we fell into being exclusive because we had sex for a few months, but it was never said out loud” Matty tried to explain.

“Right okay, but we were never exclusive or whatever back at Christmas, but we were friends, right?” You asked him and he nodded down at you.

“Yeah, well, it hurt when you didn’t show up the day before I left.” You told him honestly.

Matty paused at that, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I upset you”

“It doesn’t matter. That wasn’t the point I was trying to make” You said trying to articulate what you meant. “I’m saying that in a relationship you have to go to stuff like that you can’t just ignore them and come running back for sex”

“Yeah I know that” Matty nods and it sounded like he was half offended that you said it in the first place.

“Well if you can’t do that for a friend, how do you expect me to believe that you’d do it for your girlfriend?”

“Yeah but I’m gunna be like that. I’ve never done the relationship thing Y/N/N” Matty told you and he almost sounded embarrassed about not having a real relationship.

“Yeah and can’t you see that to me that sounds really sketchy that you all of a sudden want one now I’ve said no more casual sex?” You ask him.

Matty just closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh for a second. He seemed to be collecting his thoughts, so you let him have a moment.

“What if I actually did want to try something with you though? How is it fair if you don’t even give me a shot?” Matty asked and this was the first time you’d ever heard him sound vulnerable.

You were taken aback, “I don’t know…”

Matty sighed and shuffled away from you slightly but you turned to look at him. He looked like he was debating telling you something.

Matty starts to explain, “That night at yours…”

“What you said about settling down with Charlotte actually hit me. I tried to give things a go with her, but she didn’t want to see me for anything other than sex. She didn’t wanna sit and talk like we did, or even watch a film… I ended thing with her because she wasn’t someone who was going to settle down with me” Matty hold you and it actually hit home.

“So, if you do actually want a relationship Y/N. I am willing to give it a try. We’re both new to it but, why not? I like you and you like me. The attraction is obviously there so why not?” Matty all but pleaded.

But you could see him pleading with his eyes.

“Matty, do you even like me like that?” You had to ask.

Because you’d been suppressing feelings for a long while and you just needed that answered. You could see yourself with him, and the thought excited you, but you wanted it to work.

“Y/N/N, you wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t like you” Matty explained and you actually believed him.

You gave yourself a good moment to think. You looked up to his ceiling as if the answers were written on it.

After a few seconds you sighed and looked back at him, “Right if we do this…”

“You give me your all… and we’re not treading into it. It’s boyfriend and girlfriend straight away and it is exclusive, just to clarify” You said spelling it out for him.

“We do all the things couples do, and I want it real. I don’t want it to be something forced and because you think you have to do it” You say whilst looking into his brown eyes.

“I get it. You want dinner and dates and flowers and nights in and everything in between” Matty explained as he looked into your beautiful eyes, and you nodded confirming what you wanted.

“I want real human connection Matty. I want to fall in love again” You said absolutely baring your heart to him.

You didn’t want it to sound corny, you just wanted him to know what it was for you.

Because you did think you could love him. You just needed to know if he could love you before he broke your heart.

“I can’t promise you that straight away Y/N/N. I’ve never been loved someone like that” Matty started. “But I’ll try. For you”

“Promise me” You tell him.

“I promise” Matty nods and looks down at you with a genuine smile before leaning down and pecking your lips. You smiled at his actions.

“I will fucking batter you if you hurt me in any way, shape, or form” You tell him truthfully because you didn’t think you could take it.

Matty smiled down at you. “I don’t doubt you for a second…”

Before pecking your lips again, he chuckled as he added, “Girlfriend”

“You better not, boyfriend” You chuckle copying him.

“I think George would batter you too, if I’m honest” You tell him and Matty nods.

“He definitely would” He smiled.

Your fingers find the hair on the back of his neck and you tug on it to bring him back down to you. Once your lips connect with his, there’s something different yet familiar about it. You did like him, and you guessed now you could let yourself like him fully. You just really hoped he wouldn’t break your heart.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Thankfully, Matty did live up to his word.

He was the prefect boyfriend, like better than the boyfriend you had before Uni. You honestly felt yourself slowly falling in love with him.

After telling the other boys and you told all of your friends, everyone seemed really happy for you. And Matty had been surprisingly normal about everything. He didn’t act overly affectionate towards you like you imagined; you just acted the exact same as usual but now the teasing was slightly more socially acceptable.

Matty constantly had his arms around you or had his hand resting on your thigh when you were sat down. You loved the interaction between you, and you liked how normal it left.

Like once you were all at the bar and Matty was next to you. He got a phone call and before he answered he quickly pecked your lips and apologised saying he would be back in a minute.

You never really expected him to do anything like that especially because you were in the middle of chatting to the boys when it happened. But you found yourself blushing at things like that when he did them.

Matty was even good with the dates. For the first one he took you to the cinema to see a chick flick of all films because he knew you wanted to watch it. He held your hand through the whole thing, and it was one of the cutest experiences of your life.

You also loved other different things he did. Especially when they reminded you that you were actually his.

One of these times you were out shopping in Manchester with him and he ran into one of his old mates. Matty stepped closer to you, putting his arm around you and introduced you to him as his girlfriend. You couldn’t stop grinning after he said that.

You obviously controlled yourself in front of Matty’s old friend but when you went your separate ways, all you could do was smile. And Matty seemed to take notice of it.

“What are you grinning at?” Matty questions, looking at you as you walked next to each other.

Your smile only got wider at that question.

“Nothing” You smiled.

“Nah… Come on. Why are you so happy?” Matty asked also grinning at you now.

He loved how happy you looked, and he could see the blush on your cheeks. You nudged into him pushing him away from you a second because you were embarrassed to tell him the truth. Matty laughed and nudged you back and took a hold of your hand.

“Come on… tell me” He said pulling you to a stop and he started rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand.

“Nothing,” You smile, before pressing you lips together to try and stop yourself from smiling. “You’re just very cute”

Matty looked at you curiously and smiled, “What so this is my doing?” before using his other hand to bop you on the nose with his finger.

You let out a giggle at that and nodded. Matty chuckled and grinned at you before asking, “What’d I do?”

“Nothing… You’re just cute” You smiled at him before leaning in for a peck on the lips.

Matty hummed into the kiss before he broke away from it because you were smiling too much. And you knew that’s why he did it because he started chuckling, so you laughed.

“I can’t kiss you if you keep smiling like that” Matty laughs and you couldn’t contain your giggle.

“Sorry” You smile before he tugs on your connected hands and you carry on heading back towards the train station.

But you especially loved the times when it was just the two of you. Not necessarily the sex, even though that was still a really fun part of your relationship.

You loved it when he would just show up at your door with some food and he would just sit with you and chat. He seemed to love you playing with his hair, so you did that a lot when it was just the both of you.

You loved that you would sometimes just sit in that position and talk for hours. Sometimes about nothing important but most of the time it was about life and what you’d both been up to.

You didn’t get to see him every single day which was fine. A real relationship started off slow. Not seeing the person every day but you like that Matty actually found the time.

And most of the time it was just to see you. It wasn’t just about the sex anymore. You’d both found the real connection that you both seemed to be craving. Everything was amazing.

Matty spent a lot of time at your house because your mum was away a lot and you liked having the house to yourself. Matty’s presence made you feel more at ease though when your mum wasn’t around because he distracted you from the silence.

And Matty stuck around even when your mum was home. The introduction went surprisingly smooth and your Mum only questioned him a little bit. She wanted to know the obvious, like how you met and what his intensions were.

Matty took the questions like a trooper and he definitely got on your Mum’s good side. He knew how to interact with the older generations well, probably because he had an appearance to uphold when he met his Mums co-workers.

You had also been round to his house to chill out with him properly too. You’d been introduced to Denise when you and the boys had a night in at Matty’s house.

She almost killed you with how tightly she hugged you when Matty told her that you were his girlfriend. It definitely hadn’t been mentioned before that night because she almost spat her drink out and ran over to you to greet you.

She was lovely and so was Louis who you thought was one of the cutest little boys you’d ever met. He seemed to take a liking to you after you first met because apparently, he’d asked Denise if you and Matty could babysit him one evening when Denise was going out.

The story made your heart melt and you made Matty tell his Mum that you would both do it. And you had a really fun night when you did. You stuck on one of your favourite kids’ movies that you knew Louis would just love and you were thankful that he actually did.

He said right in front of the TV and watched it whilst you and Matty were sat on the comfy sofa behind him. His house was huge, and you didn’t think you would ever get used to how amazing it actually was.

Matty was spread out over the 3-seater sofa with his head in your lap and he instructed you to mess with his hair as you watched the film. And you did because you were soft, and you loved messing with his hair.

For the past hour your nails had been scraping on his scalp moving his hair in all different directions and you loved messing it up. You also loved running your fingers through the curly strands but quite often your fingers would get caught in it and you’d have to pull on it to get your fingers loose.

You didn’t think Matty minded at all because you could see that his concentration was still on the film. But after a long while when his hair kept on getting caught in your grip Matty’s hand grasped yours.

You looked down at him holding your arm, so you paused your movements for a second. You smiled at him but also raised your eyebrows, silently asking why he stopped you.

“Y/N as nice as that is, you’re gunna have to stop before things turn R rated” Matty said and you forgot that pulling on his hair turned him on.

You blushed at that, taking your hands out of his hair and smiled at him. He chuckled smiling up at your cute face.

Matty sat up and softly placed his hand on your neck bringing his lips to yours. It was soft and sweet and lasted a fair few seconds before you pulled away.

Matty raised his eyebrows at you as to why you stopped the kiss and you whispered, “Can’t have you getting too excited before he goes to bed”

Matty chuckled giving you a knowing look before pushing you further down the sofa and quietly kissing you again. You giggled into the kiss as you sank further into the sofa but Matty silenced you with his lips.

After a minute you had to stop him, and he reluctantly sat back up and this time you made him play with your hair instead. And he did so until the film ended and at that point you were that relaxed you wanted to go to sleep yourself never mind Louis.

After the film Matty, sent Louis up to bed and he said goodnight to the both of you. He was adorable and gave you a hug before going to bed which was the cutest interaction in the world.

After that though, you expected Matty to be all over you but you just stayed watching rubbish TV with your head in his lap whilst he played with your hair. You loved nights like this. When you both just felt that comfortable around each other to just keep in your own little worlds and just have a basic interaction.

The feeling of his fingernails running over your scalp drove you slowly insane. It was such a pleasurable feeling, but you also found that it calmed you down loads.

At one point you definitely fell asleep as he did it and woke up about 10 minutes later when the TV got louder. You didn’t mind though because you felt the shift in the atmosphere a little bit after that.

Matty had started dragging his fingers through your hair knowing it drove you just as insane as you drove him. And Matty knew because your breathing had changed. You were taking deeper breaths to try and control yourself, but you were slowly losing it.

“Matty. Stop” You practically groaned.

When you said that though, Matty tugged on your hair harder which made you bite your lip before you looked round at him. You knew exactly what he was trying to instigate.

When his eyes connected with yours, you saw how dark they were. As he pulled you to sit up, you shook your head, “Matty we can’t”

Once up, Matty pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. Your arms hung around his neck when he asked, “Why not?”

“We can’t when were meant to be looking about Louis. What if he comes down?” You ask him.

“Y/N, he’s not coming down” Matty told you.

Just as you were about to reply his lips connected with your neck and you decided just let him have his fun for a little while. His lips grazing your neck drove you wild and it didn’t help when his hands gripped your thighs tightly.

He peppered kisses down your neck until he found the spot at the bottom where he knew you would cave straight away. Just as his lips started sucking in on the skin there your breath hitched and Matty knew he had you.

Especially when he brought one hand up to hold your jaw up, so he had all the space to explore your neck he wanted. “Fuck” You whine breathlessly before tugging on the back of his hair to try and get him to move his lips up to your own.

Once you finally got there, you felt like you were on fire. You couldn’t believe you were giving into him just because he’d tugged on your hair a few times and attacked your neck with his lips.

You made out with him for a long while until Matty tried to make things go further. He flipped you over so you were now lay on your back across the sofa and he was between your legs.

His hands had started to roam underneath your top and he dragged it up, so it gathered under your chin. Then Matty started to place his kisses down your body.

His attention was on your breasts for a long while. Marking them up in ways that left you gasping and panting wanting more than just his lips.

But Matty liked to keep you waiting. You initially weren’t going to give him this much but you were weak. He would make you wait slightly longer for the relief that your body was begging him for.

When Matty had finished teasing you with his lips, he thought he’d let his hands have a go. He started off by letting his fingertips make their way slowly down from your neck, over your breasts which Matty smirked at then you arched your back. Matty’s hands then they trailed agonisingly slowly down your stomach until they found the waistband of your jeans.

At this point Matty was looking at you as if he wanted to devour you. You looked amazing underneath him with nothing on your top half but the black lacy bra.

Matty bit his lip thinking of what to do next as he kept softly trailing his fingertips on your lower stomach. Half of it was teasing but the other half he genuinely wasn’t sure what to do next. He also wanted to savour the way you looked right now.

But just as Matty had made up his mind, he heard an all too familiar voice calls out, “I’m home”

The voice made you jump to say the least and Matty chuckled at how wide your eyes went. You immediately sat up and looked to Matty with a scowl.

You knew this would happen. You didn’t know why you let yourself give in.

“I fucking hate you” You scorned in a raspy voice when you heard the door slam closed.

Matty smirked down at you watching as you pushed your top back down. Matty sat back in his original seat and lay a pillow over his lap so you could rest your head back where it was earlier.

You quickly lay back down and calmed your breathing as you focused on the TV again that was now playing A League of Their Own. You felt Matty’s fingers start playing with your hair again about 10 seconds before Denise came through the lounge door.

You looked up round at her and said a, “Hello” and you also heard Matty say, “Hey Mum”

“Are you both alright?” She asked you and you smiled at her sitting up slightly.

“Yeah, were good” Matty nods before he removed the hand that was playing with your hair and he let it fall on your back, so his arm was now around you.

You sat up more and lent into him. Not because you were playing the innocent act but because you genuinely loved it when he was cuddly with you and wanted you closer.

“How was your night?” You asked her whilst you lent into Matty’s side.

“Awh it was really good thank you love; did you all have a good night? Was Louis okay for you?” She asked and you smiled at her.

“Yeah he was great. We went to McDonald’s for tea and then went bowling which Matty sourly lost at” You told her grinning, remembering how pissed off he was.

Denise smiled down at Matty looking annoyed at you for telling her that bit. But she also saw his lip twitching up when he saw that you were grinning. She listened as you continued.

“Then we came back and watched a film and then Louis went to bed” You told her.

“Sounds like you had a better night than me” Denise says, sitting on the end of the sofa.

“It was fun wasn’t it?” You ask, turning to look at Matty.

“Yeah it was alright” Matty smiled, looking into your bright Y/E/C eyes.

Denise loved what she was witnessing. Her son actually looked happy in himself for the first time in a long long time. She was happy he found you and that you’d seemed to tame him.

You smile at Matty and he looked so good. You got lost in his appearance for a second because of how good he looked with just the TV illuminating his face. God you were a lucky girl.

Just after that though Matty let out a yawn which made you yawn too. It was only like 1 you were never usually tired at this time.

You covered your mouth with your hand turning back to Denise and smiled at her when you finished yawning. “I better get going” You announced and lent across Matty to pick your car keys up off the table.

When you turned back around to say goodbye to Denise though she shook her head at you. “You can stay Darling, don’t want you going home alone to an empty house”

“Only if that’s okay with you” You told her just wanting to double check.

“Y/N, you can stay whenever you like. It’s nice having another girl around. I’m starting to feel very outnumbered” Denise chuckled.

“And I’m sure Louis will be thrilled when you’re here for breakfast” She smiled.

“Thank you, Denise” You told her sincerely and Matty stood up and then pulled you up too. He kept a hold of your hand once you were both stood.

“Goodnight” You smiled at Denise.

“Night Mum” Matty smiled before pulling you to the door.

Before either of you made it out though Denise called after you, “Goodnight kids. Keep the noise down when you get up there”.

You knew what she was alluding to straight away.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the comment and you turn back to Denise saying, “Don’t worry he’s not getting any of that. I’m going straight to sleep”

She laughed at your comment and said goodnight again which you repeated back to her. Matty pulled you upstairs with his second sour face of the evening and when you got to his room you jumped on his bed.

“Can I borrow something please?” You asked him and Matty nodded.

He found an old baggy shirt of his that you happily took from him and he gave you some of his pyjama shorts that you were certain he hadn’t worn for years.

You got changed quickly and got yourself under his warm covers as Matty undressed himself. He ended up cuddling himself into you and you smiled when he kissed the back of your head before saying, “Goodnight”

“Night night” You said and fell into yet another blissful sleep with your boyfriend by your side.

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This Better Work Part 5

Sweet Pea X OC

Summery; Hey guys, not sure how well this is going to go but I originally put it on Wattpad so its way long, but hopefully its not horrendous. Let me know what you think! So, it follows the story line kind of, it’s not exact but I have tried and it follows my OC Ali as she navigates through the hell that is Riverdale. Whilst struggling with financial, social and romantic difficulties, she has the added pressure of keeping up with school work and bonus of being thrown into the frightening world of the criminal underground.

Side Note; None of the gifs or pictures I use are mine, I’m not talented or smart enough to even begin an attempt at making my own. Thank you to those who have such abilities and if you don’t want me using them then please let me know so I can remove them for you.

Word Count; 4,392 (Give or Take)

Ali woke earlier than usual the next morning, when her phone began frantically buzzing on the night stand. A message from an unknown number lighting up the screen that read; 'Rise and shine princess, gotta look your best when we win the race... and you!' Ali scowled at her phone in disgust.

"The fuck is going on here. Since when did I become someone's prize?!" She demanded to the empty room.

"So much for my lie in! I'm awake now, may as well get up and ready." Ali complained climbing out of bed and making her way over to her closet to choose an outfit for the drag race.

"Unbelievable, they have the audacity to label me as an object but don't have the courtesy to tell me who they are! Great now I'm thinking about it!" Ali muttered to herself.

"And talking to yourself like a crazy person." Izzy added casually from the doorway. Sending Ali cat leaping into her wardrobe.

"Dear god! IZZY WHAT THE FUCK?! You scared the crap out of me!" Ali cried climbing back out of her wardrobe placing the coat hanger she had grabbed as a weapon back on its rail making Izzy laugh.

"Were you going to attack me with a coat hanger?" Izzy howled, tears rolling down her cheeks as she buckled over laughing to the point where she was struggling to breath.

"I will Hang You like a Coat!" Ali claimed confidently, doing her best knight of the round table pose, holding her coat hanger high with pride making Izzy laugh even more.

Ali chuckled at her sister turning back to pull out a pair of navy blue high waisted shorts with 6 brass buttons leading up the front in 2 parallel lines of three. Grabbing a sleeveless white shirt tying it just below the wire of her bra so her stomach was on show. Pairing it off with a red bandana and black suede heels that finished just above her ankles. Letting Izzy put her hair in two fishtail braids whilst she did her makeup. Adding a touch of mascara and putting on her favourite red lipstick to match the bandana wrapped neatly around her head.

"Aliii." Izzy dragged out. She wanted something. Ali was sure of it. "Is there a REASON you're getting all dressed up for a turf war drag race? Say perhaps to impress a particular person." Izzy hinted finishing off the last braid.

"Eew gross why would I try to impress Reggie he's a creep." Ali cringed looking at her sister in disgusted confusion. Izzy was a little taken a back at Ali's reaction. She couldn't possibly be that oblivious.

"Eew what makes you think I'm talking about HIM?" Izzy questioned, now staring heavily at her sister in utter disbelief.

"Well he's the only possible candidate. It's obviously going to be a guy because as hot as Cheryl is. I don't do girls. Believe me I've tried. Jug and Arch are taken. Kev and Fangs are gay, obviously. The other Bulldogs are all too scared of me to bother. I don't know any other Serpents well enough to judge. Malachi and the Ghoulies are self-explanatory and Sweet Pea has the emotional range of a self-absorbed teaspoon with a temper. The only guy left is Reggie who hits on me relentlessly but is basically a walking STD so that’s a no." Ali listed off as they made their way down stairs and into the kitchen for family breakfast.

"Mum Ali's being stupid again!" Izzy whined as they entered.

"You mean there was a point she stopped? Why didn't you call me Isabelle I would've grabbed my camera!" Rosie exclaimed. Her tone was serious, but her face was playful.

"I hate you both!" Ali scowled poking her tongue out playfully at the pair.

"When you made the deal, you didn't offer up any Serpent territory did you?" Ali questioned keeping her voice low so others wouldn't hear.

"The Wyrm and Sunnyside, I had no choice why?" He answered looking at Ali worriedly.

"Doesn't matter, just don't you dare lose. I'm not sharing the bar with a bunch of cannibalistic junkies with an attitude problem." Ali blew it off like it was nothing. She didn't want to put Jughead under any more stress. Jughead nodded moving back to continue his conversation with Archie.

"Something tells me these were the wrong shoes to wear today!" Ali muttered making her way over to Toni and Fangs.

"Why's that princess?" The blonde-haired serpent that had grabbed Ali the night of the open house drawled. His gaze wandering all over Ali's body like she was a piece of meat.

"Because if I get blood on them when I turn you into a snake skin purse, It's going to take forever to get out." Ali spat, glaring coldly at the boy before her.

"HEY! What did I tell you?! WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY!" Sweet Pea bellowed scowling menacingly at the Serpent.

"Looks like I'm not the only one you pissed off." Ali sneered, chuckling when the boy shuffled uneasily on the spot avoiding looking at Ali all together. Ali's phone pinged with a new message that read; 'You did as you're told that’s a good girl. Time to finish what I started!' Ali's stomach churned when she realized who the messages were from. Malachi's second in command.

"That weasel!" Ali hissed to herself spinning on her heels and strolling casually over to Malachi who was laughing and joking with one of his Muppets.

"You lying rat! You sold me out! What the fuck Malachi?!" Ali hissed trying to hide the fear creeping up her throat.

"You really think I'd actually protect you? You're dumber than you look, good job you're cute otherwise we'd have messed up that pretty face of yours a long time ago." Malachi sneered turning to face Ali. A terrifying, bone shaking grin plastered on his pale face. "And this time, I'm coming to play too."

"Over my dead body!" Ali spat stepping backwards and moving back to the safety of her friends. Unaware of the pair of eyes that had been glued to her since she arrived.

"Dude if you stare any harder your eyes will explode!" Toni muttered to Sweet Pea.

"What was she talking to HIM about and why does she look like she's about to throw up or pass out!" Sweet Pea quizzed just as Tall Boy strolled over calling for the race to start.

"If it bothers you That much, ask her." Toni instructed making her way over to start the race. Sweet Pea shook his head at his friends instructions. There's no way she'd talk to me. He thought turning to Fangs.

"Whatever it is I'm not doing it. You and Ali use me for your dirty work all the time. I'm putting my foot Down." Fangs insisted putting his hand up to silence Sweet Pea before he said anything.

"You get replaced Cha Cha?" Ali teased catching up with Toni as Cheryl took her place to start the race.

"She's a preppy snob but DAMN she's hot!" Toni replied cheering as the race began. The blood thirsty roars of engines that filled the air disappearing rapidly as the cars charged down the road.

"I know. If Only she liked girls too." Ali sighed sarcastically, winking at Toni as they walked over to where the other Serpents were gathering again. The girls stopped by Sweet Pea leaning either side of him for a moment before Ali decided she wanted to sit on the bonnet of the truck.

"Watch yourself Fangs I'm swinging up." Ali warned giving Fangs enough time to move out the way before jumping up effortlessly and settling comfortably on the hood of the truck. Unaware that Sweet Pea had used this as an opportunity to swipe her phone from her pocket and start going through it. Guessing her password in one try. Izzy's birthday, how predictable. Sweet Pea thought as he began reading the messages from the unknown number.

"For Fuck Sakes Jones." Sweet Pea growled under his breath, but he wasn't quiet enough. He had attracted the attention of Ali who was now leaning forwards. Intrigued by what Jughead had done this time to rattle the tall Serpent.

"What's up Buttercup?" Ali chirped resting her head on Sweet Pea's shoulder, biting her lip when a waft of his cologne filled her nostrils. This is stupid since when did we notice things like peoples smell? Come on Ali pull yourself together! She thought frowning at herself. Turning her attention back to the familiar phone in front of her. Pausing a moment before realizing that it was her own phone she was looking at.

"Um, Sweet Pea. Why do you have my phone? And why are you reading through my messages?" She questioned tilting her head to the side and frowning a little.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Sweet Pea growled turning to face Ali his face laced with concern and fury.

"I don't know what you're talking about Petal." Ali replied doing her best to sound as sincere as possible.

"Don't play games Ali. Why didn't you tell Jones about the messages?" Sweet Pea growled again his hands holding Ali's knees possessively as his gaze poured into Ali's eyes. Worry and rage turning his eyes a deadly shade of black that Ali was all too familiar with.

"It wouldn't have made a difference. I'm not a Serpent so it's not his concern." Ali shrugged looking warmly into his eye's. Her gaze alone was enough to both calm him down and scare the hell out of him at the same time. He couldn't let something so pure get destroyed by something as cruel and evil as the Ghoulies.

"You know that's not true. Jones wouldn't have gone through with the race if he knew what was at stake. And what do they mean by that last message? Finish what they started?" Sweet Pea interrogated but they were interrupted before Ali got the chance to answer when a voice shouted from the crowd. Immediately sending the crowd scattering in a mad panic. Ali bolted to her bike throwing on her helmet and leaping onto her trusted Harley.

"Ali, My Trailer!" Fangs commanded flying past her at speed in the passenger seat of Toni's truck. Shortly followed by several Serpents on Bikes. Ali didn't waste any time kicking off and catching up with the group. Turning off to take a different route to Fangs' trailer.

"Balls! This can't be good." Ali muttered spotting two ghoulies in her mirrors. She knew she couldn't bring them back to the trailer. That would just be utter mayhem. Fuck it! Quarry we go! Ali decided making a sharp U-turn doubling back on herself and tanking it towards the quarry, not noticing the Serpent trailing the ghoulies.

Ali swiftly hid her bike behind a large tree trunk before two nasty looking Ghoulie cars pulled up blocking her escape.

"Oh, Bugger and Balls there is a lot more than two of you! Come on lads this is hardly fair. There's like ten of you and these are my favourite heels. I'm hardly dressed for the occasion!" Ali whined, trying to bargain her way out of the inevitable fight that was about unfold.

"Nice try Princess, we've got orders." A tall blonde snarled stepping menacingly towards Ali.

"Look. The boss is most definitely in a jail cell by now and won't be out for months. So why not just leave it for a bit. At least wait until I'm wearing my scruffs. I really don't want to get blood on my clothes." Ali bargained, a pleading smile resting on her gentle features.

"Why delay the inevitable?" The Ghoulie sneered, smiling wickedly as the boys behind him fell into step.

"Think about it logically. You have your orders yes? But Malachi is going to be far more pissed when he finally gets out, realizing that his opportunity to finish what his goon started, has been taken away because you bunch of myrmidons didn't think ahead. Think how pleased he'll be to be welcomed back with a perfect revenge plan. He's obviously already working on and a bonus prize." Ali continued, slowly trying to persuade the blood thirsty group to change their plans.

"If you let me go today, I'll continue with my daily routine. Falling straight back into my happy bubble. The bubble dearest darling Malachi so desperately wants to pop, himself." Ali's manipulation technique slowly taking effect.

"She's got a point. As much as it pains me to say it. I agree with the Northsider. Why get her now when you can preserve her in her perfect preppy little Northsider form ready for when the boss gets out. I mean that's what I would do if it were me!" A voice agreed from behind the Ghoulies making everyone jump and turn. Revealing an overly laid-back Sweet Pea leaning against a beaten-up old truck. Clearly stolen by the ghoulies when they ditched their own cars.

"See, I can't believe I'm about to say this but even the snake has a brain and moderate sense of self preservation. All though that could use some improvement." Ali nodded pointing to the smug Serpent in agreement.

"Please don't tell anyone I said the snake has a brain. It would be so humiliating." She added giving Sweet Pea a cheeky wink, edging towards him slyly.

"I mean, we all know Serpents are probably one of the top ten dumbest creatures on Earth so to name your gang after them is just shameful really." Ali waffled as she slowly began backing up to Sweet Pea. Watching from the corner of her eye as he prepared himself to make a run to his bike.

"It could be worse I suppose." She paused hoping the blonde-haired boy would take the bait. He did.

"Oh? And how's that Princess?" The boy questioned mockingly.

"They could have called themselves Ghoulies!" She quipped quickly before turning tail and leaping onto the back of Sweet Peas bike. Heaving a sigh of relief as they made a break for it charging straight to Fangs place for back up.

"GOD DAMN IT ALI WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Sweet Pea roared the moment they arrived at Fangs' trailer. Scaring the hell out of everyone within a 10-mile radius. Sending Ali flying off the end of the bike.

"YOU CAN'T KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT FOR 1 MINUTE CAN YOU? IF I HADN'T SHOWN UP WHEN I DID, THEY WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU!" Sweet Pea now fuming. His face red with rage and frustration.

"You can shut up! You helped! You AGREED!" Ali retorted scowling at the enraged giant.

"I HELPED YOU TALK YOUR WAY OUT OF IT. I DID NOT HOWEVER, AGREE TO YOU MAKING IT FUCKING WORSE! THAT COMMENT AT THE END ABOUT CALLING THEMSELVES GHOULIES!" Sweet Pea thundered making Ali chuckle. She was proud of that last comment. Which of course only made Sweet Pea even more furious.

"Oh, nip it bean pole. I didn't ask for your help. There's no law saying you have to help me or even be nice to me. So, save yourself the struggle and give it up. Pretending to care is clearly too difficult and painful for you. So stop. No ones buying the act anyway." Ali snapped.

"I've told you before. I don't need a knight in shining armour and if I did it most definitely would Not. Be. You." Ali spat. How dare he assume she needed saving.

Fangs and the rest of the troops stood speechless at these words, staring at his best friend. Sweet Pea held his furious glare on Ali, remaining to the outside world the same angry, hot headed, giant he had always appeared to be. But Fangs could see what was happening inside. The shatter of his friends heart. It was like Ali was the Bull and Sweet Pea was the china shop. Whilst the appearance was as stable and solid as always, the inside was a mess of broken shards and splinters.

"FINE, DON'T COME RUNNING TO ME WHEN YOU GET YOUR ASS HANDED TO YOU!" Sweet Pea barked, glaring down at Ali.

"NEVER HAVE, NEVER WILL." Ali thundered, her voice deep with rage. Her face crumpled into a stone cold, stubborn rage. Suddenly flicking back to her usual happy smile. All signs of rage and aggression gone like the flick of a switch. Blowing away her anger like blowing dust off an old book.

"After all, where I come from. They don't send boys to do a Woman's job." She smiled brushing past him gently, walking back towards the road.

"Ali, where are you going?" Fangs called worriedly, it was too soon for her to be wandering around on her own. Especially after her encounter with the Ghoulies.

"Home, I have bread to make!" Ali called before setting off at a jog, disappearing behind a trailer. Fangs leapt forwards to catch up with her, but Sweet Pea stuck his hand out stopping him.

"Leave her. She made her bed, let her sleep in it." He growled coldly, all signs of hope and light that had been slowly growing in his eyes after meeting Ali had gone. Leaving his eyes colder and darker than before. This terrified Fangs. This was not good.

Ali set off at a jog that rapidly turned into a rage fuelled sprint. Her eyes welling up as her legs carried her down the winding roads leading home. The muscles in her legs burnt with a monstrous fire and her lungs felt as though they were about to burst. By the time she arrived home she was dripping head to toe in sweat. Her favourite heels now in desperate need of TLC and her entire body felt as though it was being flooded with Molten Lava. Rosie and Izzy had gone out for the day, running errands and finishing off paperwork so Ali had the house to herself. She quickly threw off her shoes and clothes, jumping in the shower to cool off before throwing on a sports bra and yoga shorts. She made her way into the kitchen throwing her hair up in a lazy plait so she could start making bread without it getting in the way.

Fangs froze, he knew he needed to be there to comfort his friend. But Ali needed a friend too. He also knew that she was too stubborn to admit it. Jones will know what to do. He thought pulling out his phone and texting a quick message that read; 'Ali nearly got jumped by ghoulies - send BFF'. Turning to look at Sweet Pea once the message had sent. He looked angry and broken.

"Beer?" Fangs offered in an attempt to raise his spirits. But he was in the mood for something much stronger. Sweet Pea grunted in response swinging back onto his bike and speeding towards the Wyrm.

"This can't be good." Fangs muttered following in quick pursuit after him on his own bike.

"He's been here an hour and almost drunk us dry. Played practically everyone here and hit on like 3 girls. What the hell happened?" Toni demanded watching as Sweet Pea began making a move on a tall brunette who looked as though she had forgotten to get dressed this morning.

"Ali snapped and basically told him to fuck off. Said he'd never be her knight in shining armour and that he didn't care about her." Fangs reported watching as his broken friend disappeared out the door followed by the overly flirty brunette.

"It isn't good Toni, his eyes turned to stone. Its like staring into the abyss."

"You stare into his eyes a lot then do you Fangs?" Toni asked tilting her head to the side and smirking.

"Shut up Topaz." Fangs scoffed grabbing his beer and making his way to the pool table leaving Toni working behind the bar.

Ali was half way through pummelling her second ball of bread dough, tears threatening to spring from her eyes and turn into a small-scale version on Niagara Falls, when she heard the familiar singing call of her best friend.

"Honey I'm Home!" Cheryl sang bursting through the door carrying 2 large bottles of wine and a stack of chipped white plates.

"Thought you could use one these and all of these!" Cheryl smiled pouring Ali a large glass of red wine and dumping the pile of plates on the stand by the back door.

"I also brought my bow and arrow." She added pouring herself a glass and rolling her sleeves up.

"How in the hell did you know?" Ali asked, a mixture of humour and seriousness in her voice.

"Hobo and Nancy Drew told me. Come on, lets smash some plates and you can tell me what happened." She smiled dragging Ali away from her station and shoving a very large glass of wine into her hands.

"He was so condescending and sexist. Do I look like someone who needs to be protected? Like some freaking glass flower that needs to be guarded at all times? How DARE he treat me like a damsel in distress. He acted like I'd break a leg if I was to walk on my own! Misogynistic. Sexist. Condescending. Pig Headed. Serpent Boy Scout!" Ali ranted her voice getting louder with each word until she was practically screaming. Cheryl had never seen one person rattle her so much, except Nick St. Clair of course. Plates smashing left right and centre as Ali vented all her aggression and pent up rage.

"Should've brought more plates!" Cheryl observed as the large pile of china shattered in the space of ten minutes.

Ali spent the next couple of weeks filling her time with work, cheerleading practice and tutoring. Leaving no time for outside socializing. Her weekends were spent in the garage picking up as many jobs as she could. Izzy would've felt left out if Ali hadn't spent every Sunday teaching her everything she knew.

"Hey Ali, I need to talk to you. It's about Penny Peabody." Uncle Gary called, his voice shaken with worry and shame. His gaze fixed on the ground in front of him as he fiddled with the beanie in his hands.

"The lawyer? What about her?" Ali inquired rolling out from under a black SUV, peering up at her Uncle in concern.

"She pulled us out of a jam a few months back. They said not to go to her, but she was the only one I could trust since not everything is by the book. And now she's calling in on her favour." He admitted sheepishly, shame wearing heavy on his face.

"Oh god! She's already got Juggie under her thumb. It was only yesterday that I had to go and rescue the boys from a flat tire at some unsightly time in the morning." Ali grumbled, but she could see how much it pained her uncle to come to her for help.

"What am I getting up to tonight then?" She asked brightly.

"I'm sorry to ask this of you Ali but I don't know where else to turn." Uncle Gary began with a heavy sigh. "I need you to break into Penny's office and wipe the computer clean. She has a video of me doing something outside the law-"

"Dropping off drugs." Ali interrupted casually.

"Sorry, carry on." Ali added apologetically when her uncle heaved an annoyed sigh at her.

"As I was saying, I need you to get rid of the footage." Gary finished.

"Sounds like fun. There's a computer virus I've been wanting to try out that is perfect for the job. Simple in and out job, in the lair of a Snake Charming drug pusher. What could go wrong?" Ali replied positively.

"I'll head over tonight after dark. So much for staying away from sin huh" Ali joked sliding back under the SUV to continue her work.

That night Ali threw on her old all black outfit of, skinny jeans, skin tight hooded jacket, hat, leather gloves, combat boots and a bandana to cover her face. It was scary how prepared she was for breaking and entering. Fastening her thigh knife holsters and grabbing the infected USB stick before creeping down stairs. Only to find Izzy and Rosie stood at the foot of the stairs each holding a pair of throwing knives out for her.

"Don't. Even. Bother." Rosie said firmly. She was clearly very annoyed with how her brother in law was using his niece like this. But it wasn't the first time Ali had stepped outside the realms of the law.

"Better to be prepared Ali-Cat." Izzy reminded her as Ali slide the knives into their slots in the holster. Smiling when her mum handed her a small pale blue lock picking set.

"We also think it would be best if you don't break the doors." Izzy added when Ali accepted the set placing it in the breast pocket of her leather jacket.

"I'll be fine mum. I promise. Peabody's out on a drug run so there’s no way she'll catch me." Ali reassured before disappearing out the door into the deadly silence of the night.

"It's not her I'm worried about, it's the Black Hood. Your Uncle would ask this of her tonight of all nights, wouldn't he?" Rosie muttered worriedly, watching as the tail lights of Ali's trusty Harley disappeared into the thick black ocean of uncertainty.

#riverdale #riverdaleedit #riverdale fic #riverdale serpents #riverdale fanfic #sweet pea #sweet pea x oc #jughead jones #jughead #betty cooper #toni topaz #cheryl x toni #malachai #ghoulies #southside serpents #fangs fogarty #kevin keller #bad boy sweet pea

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bludstains-blog1 · 4 years

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❝ you punched me in the face , you made me walk through 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 water , brought me to a FUCKING CRACKHOUSE ( ! ) . . . and now , i’m gonna have to kill this fucking clown . ❞

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊 . dossier .

full name: richard james tozier.

nicknames:

primarily known as richie.

rich.

trashmouth.

bowers’ gang’s slew of derogatory nicknames.

‘chee.

age: twenty - one.

date of birth: march seventh.

place of birth: derry, maine.

nationality: american.

occupation:

college student.

bartender.

regular on the local college’s radio station.

sexual & romantic orientation: he’s gay, totally gay !

gender identity: cisgender male, using he/him pronouns.

hogwarts house: ravenclaw.

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔 . biographical .

richard james tozier, known affectionaly as richie or trashmouth, is the only son of wentworth and maggie tozier, and for the most part they’re a relatively unassuming family. wentworth is a dentist whose attitude towards his own son’s dental care is simultaneously strict and lax, and maggie makes a life out of spoiling the fuckshit out of her boys but she loves it. there’s nothing out of the ordinary about the little family they’ve built ; established in their routines, in their practices, the toziers are nothing to write home about.

richie’s a handful, admittedly. diagnosed with adhd when he turns four, he’s hyperactive, loud, histrionic, a sarcastic little smartass before he knows what any of those things are. he keeps himself entertained with comic books, drinking in their bright colours and their intricate storylines and develops an infinite love for their careworn pages and their impossible tales. they keep him grounded, strange as it is — - when all goes to shit, as it inevitably will, he’ll thumb through an old copy of uncanny x-men and the world doesn’t seem so heavy anymore. when he gets his first pair of glasses, thick - rimmed plastic frames and lenses more like coke bottles than actual lenses, he spends two hours spiraling deep into the familiar world of his comics. when he gets tripped up the first time, when he gets called fuckface or four - eyes or worse, he swallows back the lump in his throat and legs it home for his comics. when he’s reading, he’s not so hyperactive — - he still frantically jiggles one leg, but he’s quiet, introspective — - the silence is rare but comforting.

his sense of humour is sharp as anything, practised daily on his poor mother and father. he’s developed a slew of Voices, little impressions that differ only in tone and intention, but wentworth and maggie encourage him to keep working, keep building on them. his wit gets him into trouble at school, and numerous teachers have written in reports that richie’s got a bit of a reputation for being a class clown. ( humour is a desperate attempt to grab out, to latch onto a friend because really, he’s so fucking lonely it hurts and he just wants someone to laugh at him and entertain his endless bullshit and be there. )

shouldn’t have wished so hard for friends, because they come along in the form of the losers’ club. richie moreso stumbles across them than anything — - knew bill denbrough because they lived on the same block, found him fuckin’ round in the barrens with some other kids and hey, it’s like they’d been best friends forever. there’s bill, big bill, stuttering bill, de facto leader and richie’s unspoken idol. there’s stan, preternaturally neat and it’s like he came out of the womb like that, already a coherent amalgamation of smiles in his voice and rolled eyes. there’s mike, with his killawatt smile and good intentions and comforting voice that sets ease into richie’s perpetually rattled bones. ben, whose creativity and quiet reassurance is something richie pines after desperately. beverly, the only girl, cigarette-scented voice of rhyme and reason and rationality. then there’s eddie, and richie swallows up anything he can say about eddie before the words come out.

it’s painful, realising you’re in love with your best friend. it starts early, a quick glance here and there that lingers, a breath that catches in your throat when you see him smile. you try and push the feelings down, swallow them whole before they can infect every part of you but darling, it’s never that easy. by the time summer arrives, you are in far too deep. you never really recover from your pre - adolescent tango with love, and it develops into an adolescent waltz with it, and — - you get the picture.

what’s worse is knowing that you’re not the same as the others. you don’t look at beverly like bill and ben do, and you hate yourself for it. you wish you could find joy in the sweet smile of the girl that sits in front of you in english, but you find yourself drawn to the boy who snorts behind his hand at your mistimed joke. you hate the way it makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. you hate yourself, but you won’t speak that into existence / choke on the jokes that burn like acid, swallow down the insults you hurl at yourself when you think no one is watching. trash the trashmouth --- - first one to hit the trashmouth where it hurts is the trashmouth himself.

summer brings — - well, it’s been years now and richie’s still lost for words that fit what that summer really was. it starts with a few kids going missing, ending up dead and then it’s george denbrough, little georgie, one arm chewed off and yellow slicker tainted sticky red and then the whole world seems to fall apart. bill’s a madman on a mission, and richie follows — - follows when it means getting taunted by a demon clown alien thing, when it means fucking fighting said demon alien clown thing, snapping eddie’s broken arm back into some kind of place whilst bated breaths are held back in case it hears. they beat it, and richie’s still not sure how but he knows that for six months after, he can’t look at a clown without digging bitten fingernails into calloused flesh of a palm. a year later, he still jumps at too - loud noises. two years later, he starts seeing a therapist because his parents have noticed he can’t sleep in the dark anymore.

he remembers the entirety of that summer in vivid clarity. he wishes he could forget.

high school, college applications, they all become a blur. the losers spend most nights together, endless double features, piling into cars, growing up and together and apart until the first one of them leaves, and it feels like taking a fucking bullet. slowly, they all scatter to the wind, memories firm but never forgotten and richie’s planning california, hot summers and comedy shows but he ends up in castle rock, only a stone’s throw away from derry.

he studies political science, because he’s got a weird aptitude for it. he finds comfort in arguing about trotskyism and writing essays about the fall of the third reich at 4 am in the morning, buzzing on caffeine and glued to the crackle of the tiny little television he bought with the majority of the money he saved for textbooks. he barely attends lectures, and manages to ace his classes because despite everything, he’s brilliant ( and no i won’t let this point go ). despite a well - earned reputation for clownery, he’s always been a brilliant kid and he never chose to go to school, so he never bothered applying himself. he chooses college, therefore he works and it shows.

the nightmares persist well after he thinks he’s over the events of that summer. he wakes up in a cold sweat, throat sore from screaming and clutching ripped sheets, and he can’t chase the nightmares away because they’re too real, they’re out there and he can’t stand that knowledge. he can’t deal with it, so he drinks instead. there’s a few jack daniels bottles stashed under his bed, and he won’t let anyone know about those or how painfully dependent he gets on the hot burn of whiskey down the back of his throat when the nightmares are bad and he’s sticking to threadbare sheets.

and yet, despite everything, he does his best not to change --- same sense of humour, all bark and no bite, tinged with a wide grin and sleep - tousled bedhead. despite everything, he’s still the same old richie, still loudmouthed and too quick for his own good and too much fun to be around.

anyways i love richie tozier a lot thank you for coming to my ted talk

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 . fun facts .

he currently has a radio show on the college radio station, played in the early hours of the morning. it keeps him up and keeps his nightmares away, for the most part. his Voices have been getting gradually better, and he’s been considering doing a segment on his radio show using them.

his entire room that he rents in a sharehouse is covered in film and music posters, not in frames yet bc he’s not that kind of adult yet. he fucking loves star wars, and he thinks empire strikes back is the coolest fucking thing he’s ever seen. he’s an avid pop culture junkie, swallows it all up and ingests it until he’s glowing with it all.

he works as a bartender to make ends meet, amongst other things. he hasn’t been fired for drinking bourbon from the bottle yet, so that’s good for him.

he bought his first car when he was about seventeen, and he loves the damn thing even though it’s pretty much worthy of nothing but the local trash heap.

dresses like a fucking idiot but has that ever changed

slowly he’s thinking about veering out into comedy n i support it for him. ur not jerry seinfeld but try ur best sweetie

a girl blew him a kiss in high school and he pretended like he got shot and ‘ died ’ in mike’s arms. end scene

#（ 🍒 ） : 𝔦. ╱ you filthy fucking goblin woman!

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things-we-used-tc-share · 5 years

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It was always you

“It was always you, falling for me,

now there’s always time, calling for me,

I’m the light blinking at the end of the road,

blink back to let me know,”

Warnings: Smoking and alcohol ment, tattoos?

Ship: Royality, Background Analogical

Plot: Patton and Roman have been friends for years, best friends, inseparable friends. They’d always been there for each other and always will be.

Written for @romansleftshoulderpad happy PALentines day jr!

“My turn!” Roman declared, a seven-year-old with a cape tied around his shoulders as he brandished a small plastic sword “I wanna fight the bad guys now Pat!” His best friend, tripping over his own feet with a wide grin, points his own sword to the sky.

“I will protect the prince!” The brunet declared “We can fight together,” Mrs Prince, leaning against the wall to the house with a glass of lemonade shakes her head and nudges Mrs Sanders with a smile, the warm smile at watching their children play happily is returned.

“People would think they’re brothers, the way they act,” A small laugh leaves her and she calls “Boys! Dinners ready,” The swords become abandoned on the floor as it becomes a race to eat, the cape around Roman’s neck billowing behind them as he grabs his best friend’s hand and runs.

“I hate school,” eleven-year-old Roman complains to a maths book, before lowering it and nudging Patton “Shall we go to the treehouse?” The treehouse in question was one built in the forest behind Roman’s house. Patton blinks, a mouthful of cookie blocking his response, but Roman waits patiently.

“We should ask your mum first,” He looks down at the maths book “I don’t understand maths, I mean shouldn’t there be more numbers? Why are there letters too?” He lets out a harumph of displeasure before sliding the plate of cookies closer.

Mrs Prince came in to see how they were doing, to be met by two very upset young faces as they glared at the work that was surely well above their grade. “Alright boys you can go to the treehouse, be back before dark! Take your dad’s phone Roman,” The two let out a cheer as they scramble out the door, grabbing Mr Prince’s phone as they go.

The treehouse was their fortitude, it could be a palace or a battleground or a spaceship. Patton digs the cookies out of his pockets, handing one to Roman as they sit on the edge, legs swinging whilst they take in the forest around them.

“I hope we’ll be friends forever Roman,”

“Of course we will Patton!”

“You have paint all over you,” Roman snorts, gesturing to the blue and black paint all up Patton’s arms, the elder simply shrugs, “treehouse?” Patton nods, his portfolio bag swinging by his side as they head towards Roman’s house. “Are you finally going to show me the project you’ve been working on?”

“Maybe,” The shorter replies with a grin “Maybe I’ll never show you!” Roman gives him a light shove through a smile and they walk in silence. Now sixteen and struggling with their work, they'd already chosen the paths they’d wanted. Patton, an artist, if the paint and ink decorating his skin was anything to go by. Roman, an actor, and he was brilliant at it.

They climb the ladder as they’d done for most of their lives and Patton pulls out the sketchbook he’d been so heavily protecting, handing it to Roman and looking down at his feet as they swung. He hears a soft ‘oh’ escape the other before he’s met with Roman’s grin “I’ve never looked this good before,” Patton laughs gently as his attention is drawn back to the sketchbook full of observations of Roman.

“Is that a...cigarette?” seventeen-year-old Roman blinks down at the voice from where his legs are dangling, to the bottom of the ladder to Patton’s shocked expression. “Roman!” He moves back for the elder to scramble up the ladder, blankly watching the end of his cigarette as the smoke drifts from it. He hates that he’d hidden it from Patton in the first place, amongst other things. “Roman, when did you start smoking? Why did you start smoking?”

There’s silence in the static air for a second, punctuated by an inhale and long exhale, like a sigh. “I’m just...not really feeling okay lately, stress I think,”

“So you thought cancer was a good way to remedy that?” He’s half joking, half serious, mostly upset and a little bit angry that Roman would start smoking and then hide it from him. The way the other had been acting lately it seemed there was a lot he was hiding; for once he’d been staring off into space, barely recognizing his own existence more often than not, plastering on smiles that were so fake they could’ve been made from plastic. “Roman, what’s gotten into you lately?”

Alarm shoots through Patton as Roman’s brown eyes met his own pale grey ones, and he sees tears in them. The younger sniffles and wipes his eyes before his body starts to shake with tears like he was afraid. “Patton I...” He chokes and swallows, a hand coming up to his mouth to muffle the sobs before he finally forces out his words “I’m gay,” The other goes very still for a moment and then sighs.

“Oh Roman,” He hugs him, pressing a kiss to his forehead “That’s okay, there’s nothing wrong with that at all,” Roman breaks, sobbing as the cigarette falls down the ladders and his arms wrap around his friend, seeking some comfort for a secret he’d been carrying alone for far too long. “I suppose now is a good of a time as any to tell you I’m gay too,” Patton says gently, rubbing the others back “Have you told your parents yet?” A head shake “Anyone at all?” And another “Roman, how long have you known?”

“A year and a bit, maybe longer I don’t know I just...I was scared, I knew that you wouldn’t mind, and my parents wouldn’t and I’m sure most people know because I’m not...exactly a picture of masculinity but I was still scared,”

“I know Ro, I know, it’s all okay,”

“You always make it okay,”

“This city is...busy,” Patton sighs, sketchbook tucked under his arm as he watches the cars move past him “And the accents are weird,” twenty-one and taking a vacation from his work for ‘inspiration’ the two had traveled to the UK for a little bit of a change of scenery. “But it’s nice, it’s pretty,” The buildings weren’t as tall as those he’d seen in New York, they were a comfortable size. Most of them made out of glass.

“We should go get all our stuff checked into the hotel,” Patton hums in agreement, as they head in the direction that Google Maps said that they should. The busy streets were a little different from what he’s used too, but his heart still fills up with warmth as he takes in the new signs and the cars that drive on the wrong side of the road. The hotel is not particularly large, situated on one of the biggest roads in the city. They check in and take a keycard each before pulling their suitcases into a lift that should surely be bigger.

“Are you happy?” Patton asks, his wide eyes and gentle smile flooding Roman’s heart with something he’d experienced before and was trying desperately to ignore.

“I couldn’t be happier Pat,” The smile that elicits made his heart beat tenfold faster before the elevator doors open and they begin their search for the right room, suitcases making noise against the carpeted floor that makes Patton laugh a little, high off the feeling of a new city. A new country, a new place. He hums as he puts the keycard into the door and pushes it open with his shoulder.

“Oh,” He mutters “Uh Roman?” Roman hums from behind him and then looks over Patton’s shoulder before letting out a small laugh, either there was a God out there and he was playing a cruel joke or Patton forgot to double check that it was two singles and not a double bed. “I must have messed up, I’m sorry,” His face falls but his best friend only squeezed his arm.

“It’s alright Pat, there’s definitely worst ways to be spending my nights, plus we’ve been sleeping in the same bed since we were kids!”

“When we were kids,” The other corrects, but a small smile tugs at his lips. Roman was right, it’s hardly the end of the world.

(By the end of the holiday, he’d be wondering how he’d slept alone for so long)

Patton thought about the holiday for a while after it had ended. Halfway through the week, he’d spent waking up next to Roman he’d hit a realization. He’d gone to the UK to draw the sights and gain a sense of perspective and take pictures of the wonderful landscapes, yet most of the time he’d spent staring at his best friend (Because really, was there anything much prettier than Roman?).

He played it off as though it was a simple aesthetic attraction, Roman was objectively pretty, most people found him attractive. Until he’d woken up with Roman’s arm around his waist and his breath on his neck and thought “this feels like home,” He’d known he was gay for a long time now, and he’d always found Roman to be a center of attraction, but it was a worrying realization to look at your best friend and think you might actually be falling in love with them.

Unbeknownst to him, Roman had been facing this dilemma for a couple of years now, and the best solution would be just to tell him. But it wouldn’t be much of a story if it was that simple, would it?

Aged twenty-two, the two of them decide that life together is more fun, and get a flat together, along with two other students that they haven’t actually met yet.

“Absolutely not happening,” Somewhere between twenty-two and twenty-five the two had made friends with their drastically different roommates. Logan, a brilliantly minded biochemistry student with a penchant for, despite being extremely clever, enjoying ruining everyone’s fun. Specifically Roman’s.

“Please Logan,” Roman whines, like a child instead of a full-grown adult. He sighs “Fine? Patton!” The art student looks up from the collection of paper strewn all over the floor, his hair rather messy. “Will you do it?” He’s not really sure what he’s agreeing too and looks like he hasn’t slept in days before nodding. “Great, Patton will be my fake date,” Patton goes bright red and stares hard at the piece of paper in his hands.

“More like a real date,” Their other friend, Virgil, a pessimist and not one for biting his tongue, mutters through a smirk. The hard glares he catches off both Patton and Roman makes him chuckle before his attention turns to his phone “It’s true,” Logan exchanges a small smile with his friend behind the two would-be-lovers back and receives a quiet eyeroll from Virgil. “One day they’ll figure it out,”

Roman’s had many boyfriends, he’s had so many boyfriends that he almost didn’t notice that Patton had never really been in a relationship; there was an attempt between him and Logan which lasted around month before they decided that it didn’t felt right, but he’d really not noticed that Patton had never had a long term relationship.

He feels bad because he liked all those men, but he’d never stopped looking at Patton and thinking that he was his entire life. Now twenty-five and accepted that he was never going to fall out of love with his best friend. Anyone that witnessed them would tell them that they rather had to be emotionally blind, so to speak, to not notice the way they hang off each other’s words. The only thing different between these two being in a loving relationship and a loving friendship were that they called it a “Friendship,”

In hindsight, Roman had wished Logan had said yes when he’d asked him to accompany him as his fake date because he could pretend to be in love like nobodies business, and Logan knows that he has no desire to ever be romantically involved with him; he wasn’t sure how to pretend to not be in love, you would think he’d have mastered it by now.

He was terrified Patton would catch on and from the second he saw him dressed in his blue suit, hair swept back from his eyes he worried he himself would not be able to conceal it. Interestingly enough, Patton was thinking the exact same thing.

“You look nice Pat,” The younger manages out as if he’s being suffocated by his own words, stiffly and choking with a hard look in his eyes. “Really nice,”

“Thanks, Roman,” Patton noticed, but he didn’t want to mention it. “You look handsome as always,” He smiles and takes the offered arm as they walk towards the Taxi together. Behind them and waving them off Logan shook his head and Virgil is trying to stifle laughs, leaning against his friend’s shoulder as the two walk off.

“I think we should start placing bets,” Virgil mutters and Logan tries to hide the smile on his face.

“Uh,” Virgil blinked down at the couch with confusion on his face before he slowly walks back up the stairs and into Logan’s room “Logan, Logan,” He whispers, tapping the other awake “You’ll never guess!” Logan lets out a soft groan before following Virgil’s gesturing hands “Stay quiet,” His eyebrows furrow as he tries to comb his hair with his hands into something somewhat acceptable. When he reaches the living room and follows the hand that is pointing to the couch he peers over his shoulder.

“Are they...?” Virgil shrugs.

Roman was lying on the couch, his blazer resting on the floor with his tie with the first few buttons of his shirt undone. The TV was playing quietly, barely making a sound. Patton was lying on Roman, his head on his chest and his arms at the other’s side with a content smile on his lips. “That is...undeniably adorable,”

“They have to talk about it now surely,” Virgil mutters with a sigh before creeping past into the kitchen “WHo knows how long this was going on before we met them like I’m not going crazy right?” Logan fishes out the cereal from the cupboard with a hum. “Patton told me how he feels about Roman,” He finally admits (Patton had been worried extensively about being the fake date to his best friend whom he was in love with, and the existing pressure of his work had lead to one big explosion of emotion, in which Virgil had made him a cup of tea and reassured him).

“Interesting, because Roman confided in me about his feelings for Patton,

They eat in silence (Distantly, Logan wonders how Virgil manages to notice other people’s feelings but not when the affections are directed at himself).

“You got a...tattoo?” Roman blinks at Patton, whose holding out his arm, wrapped in cling film. The blues and reds and browns make up that of a bird, bright and vibrant watercolors that were very Patton. “It suits you, I love it, did you design it yourself?” Patton nods and lets his arm fall by his side.

“He designed mine too,” Virgil, a minute behind him, chucks his bag on the floor. Roman’s not sure if he’s ever even seen Virgil’s arms before as he pulls his hoodie sleeve up. It was a blackbird, with purple splashes of watercolor, also very Virgil. “Honestly Pat you should go into tattoo design,” Patton only laughs, Roman tries to ignore the slight sinking feeling that Virgil ha known and he hadn’t. Then reminds himself that Patton has every right to go and do what he wishes, with or without informing himself.

“Hey Pat?” Virgil moves past them to go and find Logan and show him his new design “I’m going back home in a couple days, just for a week, I was wondering if you’d like to come? See my parents and yours of course,”

“Yeah I’d love too Roman,” Patton smiles in all his warmth, Roman is tired of simple motions making him feel as though his heart is breaking.

“I can’t believe it’s still here,” The two sit in their treehouse, a bottle of wine between them as Roman lights a cigarette “And I still can’t believe your smoking,”

“For old times sake,” Roman shrugs and leans back against the wall, taking a swig from the bottle. He inhaled and exhaled before looking up at the stars. “I think Logan would like it here,” He mutters “The stars are so clear,” The brunet nods but the only star he’s really looking at-and has ever been looking, at-is Roman. The smoke curls from his lips and drifts into the air and he looks so sad. “Patton I can’t do this anymore,” It’s like deja vu, Roman, smoking a cigarette and tearing up except now there’s a bottle of wine and the fact that he feels like he could lose his best friend (He really should know Patton better than that).

“What’s wrong?” The cigarette gets flicked to the ground and the elder can see the tears being fought out of soft brown eyes, he can suddenly see everything that Roman’s being trying to hide and his heart almost stops beating.

“I love you,” First there’s confusion on Patton’s face, well, of course, Roman loves him they’d always loved each other, why would he look so scared over...oh. Oh. Patton throws his arms around his best friend with no other conscious thought than to comfort him, holding him as close as possible.

“I love you too,” Patton’s voice chokes on his words as he feels the tears well, it had been so, so long now, years of tossing and turning the matter in his brain repeatedly. He wondered had it been the same for Roman, by the way, his shoulders shook he thought it might be. They sit like this for a while, holding onto each other, Patton shifting into Roman’s lap so they could hold on more comfortable. “After all this time,”

“How long?”

“About...five years, and for you?”

“Nearly ten,” All this time, he’d never brought it up, never mentioned it, had he told anyone? Had he simply bore the burden alone? Patton had so many questions and not enough time to have them all answered, not right now anyway. His only response was to shake his head, his fingertips tracing patterns into Roman’s cheekbones carefully, delicately, like he may break any second.

They just stare at the tear stains through the darkness, exploring the expressions that convey both relief and heartbreak simultaneously. They’d been keeping a secret from each other for far too long, and that’s not what should’ve happened, both carrying their own guilt that the other felt he could not come and approach the topic.

Without enough words to say what they’re feeling, Patton simply kisses him, his hands cupping his best friend’s chin like he was holding the world between the palms of his hands. Roman’s hands slide up the other’s back and gripped the back of his jacket like he’s terrified the other might disappear right in front of them.

Finally.

There are few surprises left for the two by the end of the trip away, one of them, however, did not include finding Virgil and Logan kissing rather feverishly on the couch. “Really?” Roman snorts, “Like we’re gone for a week so you guys decide to desecrate every conceivable surface in the house?” Logan at least, had the conscience to look embarrassed.

“Well, at least I don’t have to watch you two pining for each other anymore,” Patton hums, and Virgil gives him a look that says ‘you have got to be kidding me’ whilst Logan’s expression seems to be more along the lines of ‘you two are one to talk,’ but they silently acknowledge the two hands that are holding each other.

“We’ve not had a movie night in a while,” Virgil comments as he moves towards the kitchen “Think you two lovebirds will be up to it?” Patton’s cheeks go very red whilst Roman doesn’t look remotely perturbed “Can’t hide anything from me, my dudes, now you order the Pizza, I’ll see what’s on Netflix,”

The four settle into their own routine, feeling content as Patton reaches for the phone to order pizza and Virgil returns with a glass of juice to scroll through the shows available. They exchange little glances with their partners, small smiles of happiness.

#sanders sides #royality

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bards-witcher · 5 years

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prooooooompt? High school Ohmcat where Ohm reads in the stands and a practice throw goes /wildly/ off course and hits him? Thrown by the one and only Tyler Wine?

Honestly, I’m loving all the OhmCat prompts you guys are sending me, I like to think I’m slowly breathing life into this rarepair XD

Also, there is a bit at the end where there’s a bit of bullying and stuff so if you’re sensitive to that kinda thing you have been warned

[Ohm POV]

He was sat high up in the stands in his usual spot, taking his time to bask in the sun as he read through his newest book, to kill a Mockingbird, glad for the almost non-existent breeze which meant that he wouldn’t have to struggle to keep the pages fixed.

He heard the familiar screams and shouts from the football teams ‘super fans’ nearer the bottom of the stands, eager to watch the team practice before their first home game this weekend, well more so to drool at the players, and if every now and then he cast his gaze upwards to appreciate the view of a particular player all hot and sweaty, no one was there to see it.

It was easy to drown out the noises around him as he focused on his book, easily blocking out the shrieks of the group of girls when their favorite scored and the shouts from the players themselves as they maneuvered about the pitch in lieu of a game.

He was so good at blocking out his environment in fact that he didn’t hear the shouts of ‘Watch out’ aimed towards him, only feeling what felt like a brick smash into the left side of his face, sure that he can hear a crack, before he’s met with the feeling of blinding pain, thankful that he’d forgotten his glasses that day which probably would have resulted with glass in his eye.

He struggles to open his left eye fully, his vision covered with black spots as he brings his hands up to examine his face, wincing in pain at the slightest touch and noting how they came away covered in blood.

Before he could think to do anything he found himself being gently pulled, turning to see one of the players examining the side of his face before taking his jersey off to use as a way of stopping the blood coming out of his nose.

“Shit I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to throw it that hard I swear. Shit”

Without another word he felt himself being lifted and gently led towards the center aisle before he was met with the man who’d come to help him, looming over him with a concerned look on his face.

“Hey, keep your head down okay, otherwise the blood’s gonna go down your throat” He then felt gentle hands coax his head down until he was now staring at the feet of the tall player. “Is it alright if I carry you down the stairs? I just think it’ll be quicker, and you can get to the nurse sooner”

“Uh yeah sure thanks”

He felt a warm arm loop around his waist, and he was quick to brace his free hand on the shoulder next to him before he gently felt himself being lifted, the player carefully making his way down the stairs which probably would have been a greater hazard had it been him.

“Not that you care or probably want to know but, m’names Tyler”

Ignoring the command from earlier he looked up for a moment, his breath catching in his throat at the fact that he was being carried by Tyler Wine, not only the best damn football player and straight-A student in their school but also who he’d been somewhat fixated on since he first started High School.

He’d been quick to shoot down any chances he had with him, Tyler having had both boys and girls fawning over him every other day. He’d had the pick of the litter and refused them all so why would he go for the runt.

“Well I hope for your sake your aim is better on Saturday”

He didn’t expect to hear the chuckle from Tyler but despite his circumstances, it gave him a warm feeling all the same, glad that he’d achieved the somewhat impossible task of making the boy laugh, well he’d certainly have a story to tell his friends tomorrow.

“I am really sorry about that, it was never my intention to hit you”

“So, you were aiming for me?” The silence from the other boy spoke volumes, accompanied by the slight blush dusting his cheeks and he had the answer to his question, unsure whether he should feel happy or not.

Luckily they arrived at the bottom of the stairs where he expected to be placed back onto the grass to make his slow journey to the nurses’ office whilst Tyler went back to training, what he didn’t expect was for the boy carrying him to break into a run, the hold he had around the taller boy’s neck getting tighter.

In the background he can faintly hear the shouts of the rest of the team, some of them whistling at them whilst one shouted ‘Go take care of your man Tyler’ and he felt his own cheeks go red at the picture they must make.

He noticed Tylers’ cheeks had gone even redder and how they’d slowed to a walk about halfway across the pitch, a group of players not too far in front of them and he tried to ignore the shiver when he felt Tyler whisper in his ear.

“Do me a favor and flip them off for me”

Without question, he raised his hand and flipped off the group of players, the group of them and Tyler bursting into laughter before the taller boy went back into a run, apparently eager to get him to the nurse, and he couldn’t hide the small smile on his own face.

“My name’s Ryan by the way, not that you care, I’m sure you get people coming up to you all the time”

“Who said I didn’t care?” He looked up somewhat puzzled at the other boy, trying to decipher the hidden meaning under those words.

“Well, I guess it’s not every day you hit someone in the face with a football” He chuckled a little at his own joke which was cut short when he noticed the wry look on the others face, showing that the whole situation still irked him. “For the record, I forgive you, as long as you let me take a selfie with you to show my friends tomorrow”

This time Tyler did chuckle somewhat, and the noise brought another smile to his face, glad he could elicit this reaction from him. “Yeah, I didn’t exactly want it to go down like that“

“Wanted what to go down like that?” Once again he saw the blush on the others face and he couldn’t help but feel like he was missing some sort of important information.

Before he could ask any further they found themselves in front of the Nurses’ office where Tyler promptly banged the door with his foot and upon its opening quickly carried him inside to sit him on the bed.

He was surprised to see Tyler stay in the room with him despite the nurse telling him he could leave, the boy instead telling him funny stories and anecdotes from some of his friends on the pitch whilst he let the nurse tend to his wounds, wincing in pain more often than not.

He found out that most of the left side of his face had swollen up and his cheek and eye would probably be bruised tomorrow, as well as having a small cut on his cheek which was easily tended to, and worst of all a broken nose.

After he’d cleaned all the dried blood off of him he was given a couple of Ibuprofen for the pain and an ice pack for his nose for the next 20 minutes, with strict instructions that for the next few weeks this would be his life, sitting upright and putting his nose on the verge of what felt like frostbite.

He was laying down on the bed, looking up the ceiling when he heard the door to the office shut, ignoring the slight wrench in his heart at the fact that Tyler had left without saying goodbye, until he felt the bed shift, looking down to see Tyler looking at him, concern on his face.

“I’m so sorry for doing this to you, you were just-“

“Hey, Tyler, it’s okay, mistakes happen, this isn’t your fault”

“But it is if only I had the balls to go up and ask you myself instead of listening to Nogla-“

“Ask me what?”

He waited patiently, his heart doing double time as he waited to hear what the taller boy had to say. Tyler simply sighed, raking his hands through his hair and then down his face before looking at him, steeling himself for what he was about to say.

“I don’t know if you know this Ryan, but I like you. As in I want to hold your hand all the damn time and make you laugh and fix your glasses which always seem to be crooked, like you. I’ve been driving the team nuts going on about you and how you’re always there to watch us…” Tyler looked up briefly at him, casting a small appreciative smile at him which he was happy to reciprocate before carrying on “But I was a fucking pussy ass bitch and didn’t have the balls to go up and ask you out so I listened to Nogla, out of all people it had to be him, and I tried to throw a ball near you to try and get your attention and, well… you know how that went”

He noticed the boy hunch up as if defeated, as if all hope had truly left him at what he’d done and he couldn’t help but feel sympathetic towards him even as his mind was screaming at him that his crush liked him back, that the person he’d looked up to for what felt like forever felt just as he did.

“Don’t you want to ask me something then?” He had a wide smile on his face as he was met with the look of surprise from the other boy who quickly tried to compose himself but even still he could see the look of hope in his eyes. “You’re not going to make me do all the work are you?”

He had a mischievous grin on his face as he watched a slow smile form on Tyler’s face, watched the boy reposition himself on the bed until he was facing him. “Ryan” He could feel the nerves pouring off of the taller boy and he couldn’t help the warm feeling grow in his chest as he was endeared by the sight “Would you maybe wanna go out with me sometime?”

He decided not to torture the other boy much further, quickly giving him an answer of yes but only when his face no longer looked like a beach ball, which earned a small appreciative chuckle from the football player.

**********

It’s a few weeks later and he and Tyler have been on a number of dates together, happy to take things slow for the meantime as they simply enjoy their time with the other.

He doesn’t know how, but word quickly spreads around the school about his relationship with Tyler and he’s quickly met with hostility from his peers, mostly from people jealous of him, but there was the occasional person who would throw a hurtful slur his way, intent instead to ignore it and head towards his next class as quick as he could.

It’s one day between classes when he’s cornered by a group of girls, each of them quizzing him on his attributes that would make Tyler choose him and not any of them, for which he had no answer for. He quickly became overwhelmed but still, they crowded closer, unable to push past them until he felt a hand on his jacket pulling him away.

For a moment he felt relief, relief that one of his friends had come and saved him from the mass of people, but instead, he was shoved harshly against a set of lockers, wincing at how he hit the back of his head against them.

Other people were quick to join him, throwing him around between them with the occasional jab that caused him to fall to the floor out of breath, his peers having formed a circle around him, cheering them on.

Just as he’s about to be heaved up off the floor, only to be shoved away, someone else intercepts, grabbing the guy by the jacket and shoving him up against the lockers before throwing a punch at him and he can see blood fly out of his mouth.

He briefly noticed that the other guys who’d been throwing him around were also incapacitated, but he couldn’t tell by who could only see the red jerseys they wore signifying they were part of the football team.

Before he could make a move he felt gentle hands lifting him up and was met with Tylers’ concerned eyes before the taller boy was checking him for injuries, making sure he was okay.

“You okay Ry? I should’ve gotten here sooner, shit” The other boy was cupping his face gently with his hands, rubbing his thumbs along his cheeks in an effort to comfort him and let him know he was safe.

He grabbed hold of one of Tylers’ wrists letting himself lean into the touch before turning his head slightly to place a gentle kiss to it, ignoring the eyes of his peers around him. Tyler was quick to bring him into a hug, where he easily buried himself into the chest of the taller man who only placed a kiss to the top of his head before addressing their peers, his arms still wrapped tight around him.

“You lot should be fucking disgusted with yourselves. You like to think you’re all high and mighty, but the truth is none of you ain’t worth shit, no wait how rude of me, literal shit is better than you. If any of you even think about going after someone I care about again you can bet I’ll ruin the rest of your miserable lives here at this school”

With that Tyler gently pulled away from him, still keeping an arm around him as he began to lead them through the crowds of people and out of the school, telling him they were taking the day off before driving him to the nearest diner for burgers and ice cream.

From then on people paid little interest in him, letting him go about his daily business as if the events of that day had never happened, although part of it was due to the way Tyler was quick to stare anyone down who looked his way too long.

Even now he still sat in the stands to read if the weather was nice, waiting for Tyler to finish training before they went out to the movies or the beach if they were lucky enough, although luckily for him footballs never went flying his way again.

#ohmcat #ohmwrecker #wildcat #I hope you like it #gotta say im a lot happier with my writing lately #I just feel like it flows so much better and just the overall quality is better

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blackpinkstories · 5 years

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Faking

Jisoo X Reader

Requested by anon

Type: One shot

About: Jisoo is trying to make someone jealous and asks for your help in doing so. She has you pretend to be in a relationship with her but you end up falling for her.

You and Jisoo weren’t the closest of friends. She shared a few classes with you so you were on speaking terms, but rarely did you talk outside of school. Receiving a text from Jisoo at 9 at night, when you’ve only ever used her number for a History project once, was extremely unusual. “Y/N, Can you meet me? Here’s my address,” The text was cryptic and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out any subliminal messages the text conveyed. Curiosity got the better of you and you headed out to the address she gave you.

With the address, you realized Jisoo only lived a ten minute drive away. You got out the car, and began to approach cautiously up the driveway. Before you could reach the door, she opened it and ushered you in. “Sorry, my little brother is asleep. Please, follow me,” Jisoo led you up the stairs and into her room.

It was a nice sized room, with a double bed and a desk in the corner. Her walls were a pastel blue colour and she had pictures of her and her friends on the wall. “Why did you need me?” You asked, anxious to know what Jisoo had to say. “Right, that. Thank you for coming. I’ll explain. So, you obviously know Jackson, right? Big, football player. He and I have been flirting for a few weeks, and it’s getting so infuriating because he won’t make a move. That’s where you come in. It’s no secret that I’m bisexual so it’ll be more believable, but I was thinking that maybe you could pretend to be in a relationship with me so I can make him jealous. I know it’s a lot to ask,” Jisoo examined your face for any reaction. “Why me? Why not anyone else?” “Well, it would be weird if it was one of my best friends, and seeing as you are the hottest girl in our school, I think it would make him more jealous,” Jisoo said. Unintentionally, you blushed when she called you the hottest girl in school, because you were far from it. “Really? I’m the hottest?” “Yeah! Even hotter than Tzuyu and her posy of cheerleaders. Everyone knows it, but no one says it in front of Tzuyu in case she freaks,” “Right. What exactly does this fake relationship include?” “Well, holding hands and kisses on cheeks, maybe pecks on lips if Jackson is around. You would need to walk me to my classes and post selfies or cute couple pics on Instagram or Snapchat, somewhere Jackson will see it. Also, you will have to sit with me and my friends at lunch, and on other days, I’ll sit with you and your friends,” “What do I get out of this?” “I’ll buy you lunch every day, and when we hang out after school and on weekends, I’ll buy your food and pay for wherever we go,” That got your attention. Maybe getting free food, free days out and whilst making a new friend in the process wouldn’t be so bad. “Okay, I’m in,” Jisoo beamed from ear to ear as she tackled you in a hug. “Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me! If it’s okay, do you mind not telling your friends it’s fake? I’m not telling mine either. Also, Irene is Jackson’s cousin, so if you tell her, she will probably tell him,” “No problem. When are we starting?” “Right now. Smile!” Jisoo snapped a picture and posted it on her snapchat. She used a series of ‘Bitmojis’ that contained a variety of hearts. You laughed as she did so, watching the snap appear on your own story.

“I better get going. School tomorrow!” You said, standing up from Jisoo’s bed after about half an hour of getting to know the basics about each other. “Okay, yeah. Thank you so much again Y/N. I like Jackson, but I’m too scared to make the first move so hopefully this will work,” “It’s no problem. I’m holding you to our food deal!” You joked as you walked out the door and to your car. You watched Jisoo waving as you drove out of sight, and realized what being in a fake relationship actually contained, and you wondered how long you’d have to do it for.

The following morning you woke to your phone going off continuously. Your group chat with your friends had been spammed as your friends were confused by Jisoo’s snapchat. Irene: You better wake right now! Explain yourself! Joy: Yeah! Yeri: What the hell Y/N? What’s going on with Jisoo? Seulgi: I didn’t even know you spoke to Jisoo. You had an amused smile painted on your lips as you read their messages. You: Surprise? Joy: That doesn’t explain anything! Are you dating her? What is going on! You: Yeah... Seulgi: Since when? You frowned at the question. You weren’t sure how long Jisoo would say you had been dating so you texted her to find out. Luckily, she replied straight away. “Just say about 2 weeks,” she said. You: About 2 weeks. Yeri: How could you not have told us? You: We wanted to keep it secret to see how it goes at first. The group involved more of your best friends questioning you, and they went crazy when you left for just 15 minutes to shower. By 8, you were at school, waiting outside to meet Jisoo so you could walk in together.

“Sorry I took so long!” Jisoo was breathing heavily because she had clearly rushed. “It’s okay, are you ready to go in?” “Yeah. Warning you, I always go to my locker first thing in the morning, and no doubt my friends will be there. We can go to your locker after and then we have History first period anyway, so it should be fine,” “I’m not as worried as you think you know. You don’t need to worry and feel so bad. I really don’t mind,” “You’re a lifesaver. Come on then,” You interlocked fingers and walked in, attracting stares as soon as the door closed behind them. Jisoo and you walked through the crowd, ignoring the stares as you both tried to navigate your way to Jisoo’s locker. Sure enough, Lisa, Jennie and Rosé was there. You had many classes with Lisa and got on with her quite well, but she still gave you a funny look as you approached with Jisoo.

“Everyone, this is Y/N, Y/N, Jennie, Lisa, Chaeyoung, or Rosé,” “Nice to meet you, again,” you smiled nervously under their intense gazes. “Nice to properly talk to you Y/N! Will you be eating lunch with us?” Rosé chirped happily. “If that’s okay,” you said, looking between Jisoo and the others. “Of course you can. You’re our friend now!” Lisa said. You sighed in relief as her friends softened. It was hard already, even if it was fake.

Next stop was your locker. You said goodbye to Jisoo’s friends and now were prepared to face yours. Your locker was a little further down the corridor but not long, and your friends were waiting there, as expected. “Y/N! Jisoo!” Yeri yelled as soon as she caught sight of you. The others turned around and faced you with cheeky grins. “Good morning lovebirds,” Irene smirked. You raised an eyebrow at her, unsure of what she was thinking. “I’m going to sit with Jisoo and her friends this lunch, if that’s okay guys,” You said, looking at each of them. You didn’t want to be someone who left their friends for their partner, and in this case, fake partner. “You guys can join us!” Jisoo suggested. This got your attention. You turned to look at her with an unsure look, and she looked back at you with the same expression. “Okay, sounds interesting,” Joy said. “Okay, I’ll see you at lunch,” “Bye Y/N! Bye Jisoo!” Yeri called.

“This is going to be interesting,” you said, holding Jisoo’s hand tight as you walked to first period. “Yeah. Are our friends even friends?” “I know Irene and Jennie are, but I’m not sure about the others,” you told her. People had come up to you as you were walking and congratulated you on your relationship, and most of them were people you had never spoken to before.

At lunch, you met Jisoo at the lesson she was just coming out of so you could walk into the cafeteria together. “I’m nervous. Everyone is going to be in there and our friends are going to talk which is going to be so strange. I know this is a fake relationship but it almost feels like I’m about to meet your family,” Jisoo laughed anxiously. It was no hidden fact that you and your friend group were not able to be separated. The 6 of you were tightly knit and even teachers couldn’t separate you in class.

The noise from the cafeteria leaked into the corridor as you neared it. You subconsciously gripped Jisoo’s hand tighter, as did she, as you were both very nervous. You saw both of your friend groups already sitting at 2 tables, awaiting your arrival. So far, they seemed to be getting along well but they went silent as you and Jisoo finally reached the table. “Hey guys,” you said, sitting on one of the two empty seats, Jisoo next to you. “Hey,” Rosé spoke first, smiling at you sweetly. You’d never spoken to her much before but from what you had heard about her, she was very kind and loving.

The lunch went well, and you and Jisoo were still passing off your fake relationship as real. Either of you were yet to run into Jackson, but the next and final period of the day was English, and you, Jisoo and Jackson all had that lesson.

You got your books from your locker after going to Jisoo’s and walked to English together. She was babbling about what you both should do when you see Jackson, and you were only just catching on to what she was saying as she spoke so fast. “Okay, there he is,” Jisoo whispered as you walked into the room. Jisoo sat at the front of the class, in front of Jackson, and you sat at the back, a few rows behind him. You recounted Jisoo’s plan in your head, which was to walk her to her seat, kiss her on the cheek, then walk past Jackson and smile at him. Jackson was staring at you both as you walked in and approached Jisoo’s seat, and as you went to kiss her on the cheek, she turned her head and smashed your lips together instead. It shocked you, and at first you were frozen, but soon you relaxed and kissed her back gently. Her lips were soft and she tasted of strawberry chap-stick. When you pulled away, she looked at you with an apologetic look in her eyes but you had to remain calm and still as you pretended like what just happened was normal. Deciding to carry out the rest of the plan correctly, you walked past Jackson and smiled at him warmly. He smiled back, with a confused look in his eyes. You sat down and put sighed heavily before getting out your English books for the lesson. No doubt you’d have to ask Jisoo about the kiss later, but you didn’t know what you were expecting. She probably saw Jackson looking at them and decided to go for it, and she had warned you that she may kiss you at points.

Once you got out of class and into the busy corridor, Jisoo was quick to drag you outside. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I saw he was watching and panicked,” Jisoo said, once she was out of earshot of everyone around. “Hey, don’t worry. I agreed to the plan, right?” You took her hand and squeezed it lightly. She smiled warmly before taking your hand and dragging you off. “Come on, let’s go to the dessert place. Everyone always goes there so it’ll be good to showcase our relationship,” “As long as you’re paying!” you said, following suit.

As expected, the ice cream shop was busy and full of people from your school. Much to Jisoo’s delight, Jackson was also there. “I’ll go get the table right by his whilst you order. Can I have chocolate ice cream and waffles? Here’s my card,” Jisoo threw you her card and ran off in the direction of the empty table, running to make sure no one else got there.

You ordered your food and went and sat opposite Jisoo, taking her hand in yours to emphasize that you were together. Jackson kept glancing over but he didn’t say anything. You kept taking photos of Jisoo with the chocolate ice cream all over her face and couldn’t help but feel happy with her.

The following week involved lots of kisses, hanging out to take random pictures and lots of ice cream. “Jisoo, has Jackson said anything to you yet?” you asked. Your head was in her lap as she was sitting up against her bed headboard, listening to music. “I talk to him in the evenings over Snapchat, but he hasn’t said anything to me yet. With how much we are flaunting this relationship, I would’ve thought he would’ve said something. I’m beginning to lose hope,” she said. Her voice did truly sound hopeless as she sat, playing with your hair. “Don’t say that! He clearly doesn’t see how amazing you are. You’re funny, kind, smart and so beautiful! He’s missing out,” You told her. Your heart beat faster as you complimented her constantly. “Thank you Y/N. You really are so great for doing this,” You smiled up at Jisoo from your position and stared into her beautiful, brown eyes. You saw a spark in them as you fell more and more into the pools.

At home, you laid in bed, confused. The fake relationship had been going well but now you found yourself more attached to Jisoo. You couldn’t tell your friends because they thought you and Jisoo were genuinely dating. Your phone rang as you saw the now familiar picture of Jisoo appear, and you instantly smiled. “Hello?” “Hi, Y/N. Are you free?” Jisoo sounded upset on the phone and your protective instincts kicked in as you leaped up from your bed. “What’s wrong? I’m coming,” “Okay, thank you,” Just like that, you were on the way to Jisoo’s. The thought of Jisoo being alone and upset broke your heart as you sped through the neighborhood.

Within 5 minutes, you were at Jisoo’s door and knocking. You noticed the absence of the car and realized Jisoo’s parents must be out for the weekend. “Come in, my brother and parents have gone to my grandparents for the weekend, so they aren’t here,” Jisoo had visible tear streaks down her face and her eyes were pink. “What’s wrong?” you pulled her in for a hug and she buried her face in the crook of your neck as she held herself together. “I spoke to Jackson. I asked him if all the time we’ve been talking these past weeks if he’s ever even felt anything for me and he told me he’d never have feelings for anyone like me,” “What a dick,” You and Jisoo walked up to her room as she sniffled from behind you. She sat in her bed and you cuddled up close to her, pulling her even closer than before.

“Listen, you don’t deserve him! He is a good for nothing jock who only cares about his status and hair! You are the most important thing to me, fake relationship or not, and seeing you upset is breaking me. You are the most beautiful, intelligent, hilarious, caring and witty person I’ve ever met and if anyone can’t see that, then they’re blind!” You looked down into Jisoo’s beautiful eyes once again, and you realized that at some point along the way, you had fallen in love with her. You both stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity, and soon you felt Jisoo beginning to lean in. Your palms began to sweat as you leaned in too, and you met her lips in a kiss. It was a chaste, soft kiss with none of the weird tension behind it like they usually have been like. The pulse in your veins was going so fast you though if it went any faster, you’d explode. You were the first to pull away, and when you met eyes with Jisoo again, she was a aggravated shade of red. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Why?” “Because that wasn’t part of the deal. We don’t kiss each other when we’re alone,” “So what?” Jisoo frowned a little whilst a smirk danced across her pink lips. “What do you mean?” “Never mind, you’re still upset over Jackson, I get it,” the content mood you were in suddenly changed as tears blurred your vision. You moved from Jisoo’s bed and were ready to walk out the room and out the house but you felt her pull your arm back just as you opened her door. Immediately, you were met with her lips once again, and the emotions you were experiencing were overwhelming. Tears of joy, confusion, sadness and frustration spilled as Jisoo took your head in her hands. “I didn’t kiss you because I’m vulnerable,” “Then why?” Your voice was husked and frail. “Did you ever not think that there was a reason why I picked you specifically? I barely even spoke to you. I picked you because I wanted to know you and I was too scared to do it the normal way. Truth is, I’m not even that bothered about Jackson, more about the things he said. I like you, Y/N, and I’m also sorry I didn’t just tell you outright,” “I think I’m in love with you,” Jisoo didn’t say anything, but just kissed you again. And again. And again.

#Jisoo Kim #Jennie Kim #jisoo x reader #park chaeyoung #lalisa manoban #Rosé #kpop #scenario #fanfic #fem #lgbt #read #1111187

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andwhatdostarsdobest · 6 years

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Take a chance | Part one [t.h]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: for this chapter, none I don’t think. It’s all set up and secret pining.

Summary: Making friends is hard enough, let alone when you have a massive crush on one of them. But what do they say, things always have a way of working themselves out in the end.

Word Count: 2.8k

Prompt: ‘Take a chance. Live a little.’

That picture has mad boyfriend vibes. This was meant to be my submission for @madmadmilk summer writing challenge but whoops life happened and its now September... This is part 1 of five, I think. I haven’t posted in a while and I’ve had this in my drafts so thought i would just post something.

happy reading, lovelies

masterlist part 2

You always loved people watching, wondering where these people had been and where they were headed. Each person has their own life, their own problems and their own people that they care about, trying to figure all that out had become a sort of game to you. You imagined the man walking past in a clean-cut navy suit, with a briefcase in hand and a disgruntled expression, had realised he had picked up his partner’s bag by mistake, and was now power walking to get to his next meeting after collecting the right notes. The group of teenagers, school shirts untucked, and ties pulled loose, laughing hysterically because one of them had called their English teacher Mum and the others wouldn’t let it go. The woman in her 50’s wearing the bright scarlet coat with the fur trim, on her way back from a meeting with the executors of her husbands will, who died under mysterious circumstances.

Okay, that last one may be a bit of a stretch, but it was fun to theorise about the exotic lives people lead. Especially when your own was far from that definition.

Drawing your attention away from the people, the glass of the café window came back into view, condensation coating patches of it. You had drawn a small smiley face in it earlier, although as the droplets dripped from the eyes and mixed with the curve of the smile, it didn’t look so happy anymore. That felt weirdly more accurate though.

“What do you think, Y/N?”

“Y/N?”

Two voices filtered into your subconscious, “huh.”

You turned your head back to the two boys in front of you. One brown haired and one blond. Both irritatingly handsome.

The brown-haired boy tilted his head, “are you alright, Y/N? You’re being quiet today.”

The blond boy chuckled, “she’s just people watching, aren’t you.”

You had only known Tom and Harrison for three months, but you were always surprised by how much they remembered about you. Even the smallest details. They were annoyingly good about remembering those. You tried to keep up, listening intently every time they mentioned something new about themselves, but they seemed to know stuff you were sure you had never told them. You weren’t sure how they were doing it. You suspected witchcraft.

“Because she thinks they are more interesting than the people right in front of her,” Harrison continued.

“Hey, I don’t think that,” you retorted.

“Oh no, I’m sure,” Harrison said, quickly followed by a wink. He often needed to make sure people knew he was joking, his sarcasm often got him in trouble.

You couldn’t help but blush slightly, warmth spreading across the apple of your cheeks. It’s not like you fancied Harrison, you just weren’t used to it. You weren’t exactly the most promiscuous of people. At least you could maintain eye contact with Haz though, if it was Tom that winked, your brain would have flatlined for a few seconds.

Tom’s fingers curled around his mug, his bruised and calloused knuckles prominent against the white ceramic.

Oh my god, Tom’s hands. The dreams you had had about those; entangled in your hair, squeezing slightly too hard on your hip, entwined with your own. Your breath hitched just thinking about it.

He brought the cup up to his mouth, pausing mid-way.

“Well she wouldn’t be wrong, Haz. I know tax reports more entertaining than you.”

Tom instantly erupted in laughter, his eyes crinkling and his tongue sticking out. He pulled his neck back into him as his body rocked. Haz landed a punch on his shoulder, coffee sloshing up the sides of the mug from the movement.

“I’m so sorry, Movie Star, what was that?” Haz stared down his best friend.

Tom was still shaking from laughter, his coffee dangerously close to spilling on his lap.

The boys had these moments when it was blindingly clear they were completely comfortable around each other. They said things that you would only dare say to your best friend. They were totally in sync. You loved watching them, feeling free to truly be themselves. Especially as they spent a lot of time in the public eye and you could sense they were concealing something, holding themselves back partially. But it did feel like just that, you were watching, a spectator at their best friend show and for the most part you didn’t mind at all. But have you ever tried to third wheel a pair of best friends, it’s worse than hanging out with any couple. They are just so many inside jokes and little looks, memories and experiences that you don’t understand, you’re not a part of. Sometimes you can feel a little lost but that’s natural. You know it will come with knowing them longer.

You didn’t ever want to interrupt their friendship. You just weren’t sure how to act in moments like these. You tended to sit back and let them relish it.

Maybe you should get involved or maybe you shouldn’t. You were never good at making decisions.

“Don’t call me, Movie Star,” Tom replied, his laugh now coming out low and slow.

Haz turned in his seat to face Tom, the leather rustling underneath him.

“Is, Movie Star, not good enough anymore? I’m so sorry,” he placed his hand on his chest, “what would you prefer? Mr Holland, Spider-man, a god among men?”

“Well, I am Spider-man so yeah, that works,” Tom raised his eyebrows and brought his mug to his lips, sipping gently at the coffee whilst looking into Haz’s eyes.

The cheeky shit.

Harrison rolled his eyes, “the big man.”

You watched them play fight, noting the slight smirk on both of their faces throughout, signalling they didn’t mean any harm by what they were saying.

God, Tom looked hot when he smirked.

“Care to weight in, Y/N,” Tom directed at you, a mischievous look behind his eyes.

“It’s so hard to be boring when you’re a movie star,” you say, sarcasm evident in your tone.

“Hey, you can’t both gang up on me,” Tom said, placing his mug back on the table and then combing his hand through his hair. You watched his movements intently, the veins on his hands tensed against his skin.

You caught yourself before the staring became weird and uncomfortable, forcing your eyes away from the beautiful boy and focusing on the small vase of pink flowers in the middle of the table. If you could, you would watch Tom for hours. Watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way he would drink from a bottle without it ever touching his lips, watch the muscles in his back shift as he stretched at the end of the film. You weren’t sure if this was borderline creepy but there was something about him that was so entrancing. Somehow everything he did was able to capture and keep your attention. You knew you weren’t the only one either. You saw the way other people looked at him when he walked in a room or engaged them in conversation. Not that you were jealous, he wasn’t yours to be jealous over.

Can’t help but wish he was.

Tom was not what you expected. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t get him out of your mind. He intrigued you in a way no one had in a really long time.

In a really really long time.

“Anyone else hungry? Think I’m going to get a snack,” Tom said.

He pushed himself out of his chair and faced you and Haz.

“I’m offering,” he added.

Haz placed his hand on his stomach knitting his brows, trying to determine if he was hungry or not.

“Nah, I’m alright, mate,” he said.

Tom turned to you, “Y/N, can I tempt you with some food?”

“Not hungry, but you can get me another drink,” you replied.

Tom beamed, “sure, same again?”

“Yes, please.”

Tom patted his pocket, checking his wallet was still there and then headed towards the counter.

You settled back into your chair, sighing heavily.

You wished you could be as relaxed around Tom as you were with Harrison. A big part of you fizzled with a nervous energy when he was around, although you never realised until he left when you felt your shoulders drop and you stopped grinding your teeth.

But then I guess you didn’t have a thing for Harrison.

“So, how have you been, Y/N?” Harrison asked.

“Not too bad, uni has been hectic but only a few weeks left now.”

“Did you manage to get your final assignment finished? Last I heard was you spamming me with messages saying how close to death you were.” His lips turned up into a small smile.

You chuckled.

“Yeah, I finished, thank god. I think I started to lose my mind for a bit there but it’s all done now.”

“Good to hear, is that all your assignments done now?” Haz questioned.

“Got a couple left but they are practically done so I’m not too worried.” You picked up your mug and drained the last few drops of your coffee, ready for the one Tom was getting you.

“Now that you’re finished with uni, does that mean we will be seeing you a lot more, then? You’ll stop being so boring and staying in all the time.” Haz asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Hey, I’m not being boring, I have work to do,” you countered, your mouth hanging open in mock offense.

“So, you say…” he continued to tease.

You picked up a crumpled-up napkin from the table and flung it in his direction, but it never reached him. Instead it fluttered back down to the table, only causing more laughter to erupt from his body.

“Look,” you began, trying to regain some of your composure, “not all of us can rely on our unnecessarily good looks to get us jobs.”

“I don’t do that.”

“Haz, you’re a model, that’s literally your job.” Now you’re the one shaking with laughter.

“Fuck, yeah, you got me there.”

You brought your hand up to your face, covering your mouth, trying to stifle the laughs. Harrison grabbed his drink- not being a fan of coffee he had gone for a coke- and unscrewed the cap, taking a swig. Even with the bottle covering most of his face you could see the pink wash over his cheeks.

A faint shadow casted over Haz, you looked up and saw Tom. He was balancing a tray, laden with food and drink on one hand, whilst trying to shove his wallet into his pocket with the other. The tray wasn’t lying even on his hand and hot liquid trickled down the side of the mugs. You jumped up taking the tray from him and set in down on the table. When you looked back up at him he greeted you with a warm smile, crinkles forming around his eyes.

Tom looked between you and Haz, titling his head slightly.

“I feel like I just missed something,” he said.

“Oh, nothing much, just me being an div,” Haz said.

“Just the usual then, mate,” Tom snickered.

“Exactly.”

Haz jumped up, “here mate, take my seat.” He wriggled past the low table and stood next to Tom.

“Wait, where are you going?” you questioned.

“I’ve got that casting call remember.” Haz whipped his jacket out from the seat just before Tom sat on it. He walked around to where you were gaping at him and planted a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Panic set in, it wasn’t often that you were left alone with Tom, usually you could count on someone else to be a buffer to your anxiety. When you were alone you were worried that he would finally catch on how you feel, there is only so long you can stare at someone without talking before it becomes weird. Having a crush on a friend can be impossible at times. It’s like you forget how to act around them, suddenly everything becomes a what did they mean by that? Are they flirting? No, surely not, but what if they are? What if they think you’re flirting? There is already an established connection there and you don’t want to disturb the equilibrium between you but then everything they do takes your breath away. It feels like too much of a risk.

It wasn’t particularly a problem at the start, you always thought Tom was attractive, but it takes you time to get to know someone. You must know who they are as a person before you start to crush on them. But then you got to know him.

What could you do though? You wanted to be his friend. If nothing else came from it (and you were almost certain nothing would) you still wanted to be his friend.

“What no kiss for me?” Tom teased his friend.

Haz brought his hand to his open mouth, “oh, I’m sorry darling, please forgive me.”

He leaned over and kissed the top of Tom’s curls.

Tom held Haz’s chin, “I can’t stay mad at that face.”

All three of you let out breathy laughs.

“Alright I really gotta go now.”

Haz slung his bag onto his shoulder, “don’t you two kids have too much fun without me. Actually, forget that, it’s impossible to have too much fun without me.”

Tom shoved his friend light-heartedly, “alright, get lost.”

Now the two of you were alone, you took a shaky sip of coffee.

Tom leaned back in his chair, spreading his body fully out, his feet sliding underneath the table. You both settled into silence for a few moments whilst sipping your drinks.

You knew you needed to sort your feelings out. You couldn’t go on like this forever. Maybe you should tell Tom but then what would he think? What would Haz think? You valued them both so much as friends, the thought that that could all be stripped away was scary. And there was the being vulnerable thing, which had never been your forte. Laying yourself bare like that, waiting for someone else’s response sounded terrifying.

That was a problem for another day though, for now it wouldn’t be so bad if you watched the way Tom’s fingers flexed around his mug and the way his tongue glided over his bottom lip after he took a bite of food, right?

“Oh hey, Y/N,” Tom said through a mouth full, “if you’re free tomorrow.”

He swallowed down the sandwich.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over, we could watch a movie or something, order some food.”

Tom always got distracted when watching films, checking his phone every half an hour, which would usually bother you a lot. But you could never find it in yourself to get mad at him. Besides you liked showing him your favourites and watching his reactions at pivotal moments, when he was watching at least.

“Yeah, sure, sounds fun. That film I was telling you about just came out.”

You waggled your eyebrows at him, sinking into your chair.

“Perfect,” he took a swig of coffee, looking at you over the rim, “it’s a date.”

What? A date? Hahahah, what? He doesn’t mean an actual date. It’s just a figure of speech, yeah just a figure of speech.

“Uhhh.” You tried to scrabble for a semblance of thought.

“Harrison?” you muttered, your brain still processing.

“Huh,” Tom raised an eyebrow.

“I mean Harrison is going to be there too, right?”

“Oh no, Haz is going out tomorrow.”

He noted the dumbfounded look on his face.

“If you don’t want to come then-” he trailed off.

“No, no, I do,” you chimed in. “I do,” you whispered to yourself.

Tom perked up at that, “great, I’ll text you a time later or something.”

“Yeah.”

What is going on? He had never invited you to hang out alone with him before. Best not to panic. Oh who are you kidding, you wouldn’t be able to stop panicking.

This was just two friends hanging out together, right? It had to be.

But then he did call it a date and you had never heard him call a casual hang out a date before.

No, no, no. You’re being silly, reading too much into this, it definitely wasn’t a date. Why would Tom Holland, who could have any girl ask you out on a date? It just wasn’t plausible. No, this wasn’t a date.

Then why did he call it a date. Guess you had a date with Tom Holland tomorrow?

Fuck.

Tagging some mutuals who may be interested below: @tomhollandthirst @uglypastels @spidey-pal @spideyfield @onedustyboi @h-osterfield @starkravingparker @mysteryavengers @aw-hawkeye

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exquisitley-obsessed · 6 years

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The Dinosaur and the Vampire (Carlisle Cullen x Reader)

Request: hi can you do a oneshot for Twilight where the reader is best friends with Bella and is there at the car crash in the first movie, they go to hopsital and that’s where the reader meets Carlisle, really fluffy, thanks

Word Count: 2210

Pairings: reader x Carlisle Cullen

Warnings: swearing, hospitals, car crash

A/N: So I got this request and kind of took off on it because I actually find it hard to right a little amount about a simple plot line (it’s an actual problem)

MASTLERLIST

Forks was one of those towns which found happiness in comfort, and it showed. With its all-year-round dozy drizzle, foggy air and green roads, Forks was not a city associated with the word excitement; yet, the secret of one family which resided in the leafy shrubbery was wild enough to change the very way humanity saw the world.

Y/N hadn’t lived in Forks her whole life but lived there long enough to have lost interest in the blue hue and greenish glow of the place. The house Y/N lived in was small and like everything in Forks, comfortable, she resided with her family next to Charlie Swan, a man of policy day and night. Routine was a major role in Y/N’s lifestyle, day in day out following the same skeleton of the day before, that was till Bella Swan arrived in town.

Y/N had been staring blankly at the information sheet about Shakespeare, trying to pull some motivation from somewhere, when the familiar purr of Charlie’s car pulled into the neighbouring driveway. Y/n, of course, didn’t give it much thought, until a collection of voices streamed through the window, awkward laughter laced within them.

Putting down the sheet with little remorse, Y/N gave into her natural curiosity and peered out of her window, swinging on her chair as she did so. Charlie Swan was play fighting with Billy Black, a far too familiar face around here, whilst Jacob and a stranger chatted about the red truck that had arrived on the Swan’s drive only a few days ago. The stranger was ivory skinned with dark hair and eyes, she dressed in brows, greys and blues and yet still had an odd sparkle in her eye. It was, of course, Bella Swan, the person who would soon introduce Y/N to a certain doctor.

It started out as a normal Monday, but as Y/N pushed her way out of her house, her keys rattling in her hand as she swirled them around her finger, the figure of a petite girl in the neighbouring house startled her enough to fling her keys to the end of her drive. The rattle caused the ivory skinned shadow to snap to her direction, doe eyes wide and scared.

“Oh shit sorry!” Y/N chirped as she felt her hand slap to her mouth, “Didn’t mean to scare you,” Bella relaxed and mustered a delicate smile.

“No, no, don’t worry about it,” She spluttered out, her fingers pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, her head shaking ever so slightly. She was nervous.

“You must be Bella Swan,” Y/N pushed on, determined to make Bella feel less uncomfortable.

“Um, yeah,” She half-smiled again.

“I’m Y/N L/N, I’m guessing you’re on your way to Forks High?” Y/N was inching down her driveway towards her keys as she said this.

“Yeah, I am actually,” She murmured, her hair sweeping back into her face as she looked down.

“Cool, I go there,” Y/N smiled , “Don’t worry, everyone’s super nice, you’ll make friends quick,”

“Sure,”

“Hey…” Y/N trailed off, her eyes flickering from Bella to her keys, “Why don’t I drive you there, I mean, on the way I can tell you where everything is,” She tried to muster her friendliest smile. Bella glanced up, a soft smile pulling at the corners of her cheeks, she was about to accept the offer when she remembered something.

“That would be nice but…well, you see, Charl- my dad, got me this car,” Bella gestured to the russet truck, “And um, I think it would hurt his feelings if I didn’t use it,” The two girls shared a soft smile before they each turned back to their own cars, Y/N snatching up her keys in the process. “Hey,” The voice caused Y/N to whip back round, once more meeting a pair of soft brown orbs, "Why don't I drive you...in my truck I mean," A relieved smile pulled at Y/N's cheeks. "I'd love that."

"God, you're obsessed with him," The words laced with laughter as Y/N watched the distant gaze of Bella as she drove down the icy roads. Bella had been going to school for a few weeks now and Y/N had had the privilege of watching the strange relationship between Bella Swan and Edward Cullen blossom.

"I am not," Bella managed to crack a sly smile as she drove around a corner. "Sure, whatever you say," Y/N chirped as she distractedly proof-read her latest essay, sighing and groaning every so often, "Do you know how lucky you are?" She piped up after a while.

"Lucky?"

"To have gotten the attention of him, he's been here for a while and never shown any interest in anyone...people began assuming he was seeing someone outside of Forks." Bella didn't respond to this for a moment.

"He's a bit..." She began before her words dropped out of her mouth.

"Yeah," Y/N found herself agreeing, the pictures of golden eyes, paler than pale skin and curled lips popped into her mind, "He is."

The two friends were sliding out of the truck onto the icy ground below before Bella's voice softened into silence. Looking over the truck Y/N watched as Bella and Edward stared at each other over the car park, he was leaning against a silver Volvo, his brows furrowed, his skin turned a few shades lighter by the snow's reflection. Y/N reached down to pull her bag out of the car and was about to crack a joke when the sound of screaming tires and frightened gasps filled her ears. Snapping upright she saw a blur of black, heard a large thump, and then felt the open car door snap back, colliding with her face.

Y/N stumbled backwards, her feet catching on the curb as her hands snapped up to her face, and then she was on the soft grassy hill at the front of the school, a deep groan humming from her chest. Removing her hands from her face she looked up in time to see Edward Cullen jumping over the truck and stalking away, not even glancing down at Y/N, his thoughts somewhere else. The car door had collided with Y/N's left cheekbone and was swollen to touch, wiping away at the tears which had sprung up she found a small smear of blood on her hand, she had a small cut under her left eye.

"Oh...yay," She muttered under her breath, stumbling to her feet she shoved all her loose notes back into her bag before acknowledging the crowd that had formed on the other side of the car. Shit, Bella.

Pushing through the excited crowd that had formed around a confused looking Bella, Y/N somehow managed to grab her shoulders and force her to look at her.

"Bella, what happened? Are you okay?" Y/N spluttered over the noise, it took Bella a moment to recognise Y/N.

"Y/N...you're bleeding," She muttered

"Barley," Y/N felt like laughing before she saw how close a black van was to the car, the guy in the driving seat was breathing heavily as a trickle of blood dribbled down his cheek. "Wait...wait were we hit by a car? Was there a crash? Are you okay? Why...why did I see Edward Cullen walking away, wasn't he on the other side of the car park?" Y/N had let go of Bella's shoulders and was now talking to herself more than anyone, but her thought trail became interrupted by the noise of wailing sirens.

Y/N shuffled around the hospital wings, searching blindly for the familiar ivory skin of a certain Swan. After climbing into the back of an ambulance, Y/N, for the entire trip, had to convince the medical staff that besides the small cut and the dull throbbing in her cheekbone, she was fine. But of course, they couldn't simply take her word for it, so she was carted off away from Bella to the x-ray division to make sure there were no fractures or broken bones within her skull, the main reason it sucked was because she never got to hear Bella's side of the story. Soon she was released from the clutches of the doctors and nurses to go find her friend, who soon came into view sitting on a white sheet, chatting animatedly to her dad.

"Hi Bella," Y/N said rather loudly, announcing her presence to the Swans, Bella's eyes snapped straight to Y/N whereas Charlie slowly turned his eyes only leaving Bella at the last possible second.

"Y/N," He said, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm absolutely fine, besides some bruises and swelling, there's nothing wrong with me," Y/N smiled softly.

"Nice band-aid," Bella piped up, the corners of her mouth pulling upwards. "Oh yeah," Y/N's hand fluttered up to her cheek where a band-aid coated with small dinosaurs sat under her right eye, "Well, I needed something to show my mum that it wasn't serious, I sent her a photo of it and she's went from worrying about me to laughing at me,"

"Wow, a parent who listens to their child...wild," Bella murmured, Charlie's jaws snapped open in response but what he was going to say was never heard, as at that moment a young doctor with icy blonde hair strolled into the room.

"I head the chief's daughter was here," His voice rung through the pale hospital walls with a definite edge of command and authority, and then within seconds, he was by their side overlooking the clipboard at the end of Bella's bed. There was something so cold about him, from the shade of his hair and skin to the piercing blue of his eyes, he looked like the human equal of snow. As his eyes were running over the paper he seemed to pause, his entire body stiffening every so slightly, Y/N could see how the ribbons of muscles hidden underneath his frosty medical coat seemed to stand on end, almost pulsating out of his clothes. But as quickly as this moment started, it was over. The doctor took a deep breath and lifted his eyes to Bella and Charlie, ignoring Y/N.

"Dr Cullen," Charlie muttered with a nod, Dr Cullen turned to Bella.

"So, Isabella...how are you feeling?" He said, his voice a string of silk.

"Good," Bella muttered, her eyes filling with curiosity as Dr Cullen continued the medical check, murmuring words about vitals, PTSD and head trauma. Every so often he would grimace, his eyebrows furrowing and his marble skin creasing. Y/N slowly felt herself sinking into the shadows, feeling the cold shoulder of the Dr, of course, she knew about Carlisle Cullen, the adoptive father of Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie and of course, Edward, but she had never met him, she never had reason to. And yet there he stood. At least a head taller than Y/N with snow-white skin disappearing behind a creamy coat, eyes darker than a stormy river, and, no wedding ring. Y/N's eyes immediately snapped away from his form as a certain thought crossed her mind.

"You know it would have been a whole lot worse if Edward hadn't been there," The words from Bella pulled Y/N back down to earth, "He knocked me out of the way," The image of Edward Cullen jumping over the red truck sprung back to Y/N suddenly, the look of anger and confusion writhing in his face as he walked right past her form.

"Edward," Charlie chirped, "Your boy?" Carlisle simply glanced up from his clipboard, but he quickly looked back down again.

"Yeah, it was amazing..." Bella continued.

"He left me on the floor," Y/N somehow found her voice, her eyes fixed squarely on Bella, refusing to look anywhere near a certain doctor.

"What?" She asked.

"Well, I was knocked to the floor by the door, and he just...walked right past me,"

"Really?" That voice was not Bella's. Turning to Carlisle Y/N met his cool eyes and felt something tighten in her stomach.

"Yeah..." She murmured, "It was a bit weird, to be honest," Her eyes fell back to the floor.

"Yeah," He hummed in response, a silence settled for a brief moment before he seemed to remember where he was, "Anyways, Bella you'll be fine, I recommend, however, that you take the rest of the day off," He smiled softly, "And you..." He turned back to Y/N, pausing once more before speaking, "The same goes,"

"Thank you, Dr Cullen," Charlie barked politely, helping Bella to her feet, the three were getting ready to leave when Carlisle spoke once more.

"Hey..." He turned to Y/N, pausing for her to fill the gap.

"Oh...um, my name is Y/N L/N,"

"Right," He murmured, grimacing once more, "I'll talk to Edward, see if we can sort this thing out,"

"Oh um..." Y/N felt a smile curl at her lips, "Thanks," She shuffled her bag on her shoulder and turned to leave, feeling something drop in her stomach at the thought of not seeing him again, not even seeing him for a while.

"Oh, Y/N one more thing," The clear voice called out calling her to turn around almost too quickly.

"Nice band-aid."

part two

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Fred x reader / Caught

A/n I wrote this quickly and rather late at night so I would have something to post today. It was just an idea I couldn’t escape from until I wrote it down and I realised I hadn’t actually wrote any just Fred smut so here ya go 😊 I put the smut under the cut again for those who might not want to read it (may not work properly on the app). So, enjoy reading some embarrassing Molly and George because i love writing them. Also, I made the reader Hermione’s older sister because I can and it was quite fun to write. A/n

Word count: 4k+

Warnings: mentions of romione, swearing, implied smut, heavy smut under the cut

One of your favourite places to be was the Burrow. A few years ago, you had stayed briefly before attending the Quidditch world cup with the Weasley family and although it had been a brief visit, you had fallen in love with the way everything worked magically from knitting needles to self-cleaning pots and pans. It had been crowded that summer with many people that most found it to be too much but with you coming from a small muggle family it was brilliant. Plus, you could eat as much sugar as you wanted much to your sister’s dismay.

Of course, the real reason you accepted the invitation most summers wasn’t because of the magic around every corner or the sugar intake allowance, no it was because what better way was there to spend the summer than with your two best friends.

You had met Fred and George through Hermione’s friendship with Ron. She of course, disapproved of everything the twins did whilst you encouraged them. You loved their pranks and jokes and even helped in the planning of one or two.

Just as you arrived at the burrow for the start of the summer with Hermione, the doubts of where you stood with the twins flooded your mind. You hadn’t seen them since they had flown off into the sunset just before the end of the school year. Fred had given you a leaving present in the form of an unexpected kiss which had left you stunned, there hadn’t been time to talk about it before he left so you had been questioning your place with him for the rest of your time at Hogwarts. It wasn’t something that was easily discussed in a letter.

Hermione knocked on the door and smiled over at you. She had been more excited than ever at the prospect of staying at the burrow this summer and you knew exactly why. It was the same reason you had been excited to see Fred over the summer for the past 2 years. She glared at your knowing smile as Ron opened the door. Hermione faltered for a second before greeting her best friend with a large grin and walking past him with her suitcase in hand.

“So obvious.” You muttered under your breath as you followed Hermione in. She must have heard you because another glare was sent your way.

“what was that (y/n)?” Ron asked, his brows heavily furrowed. You dismissed your words as nothing and asked where to unpack just as Molly walked in.

“You can stay in Fred and George’s room.” Molly said sweetly. You looked confused, Molly usually never let you or Hermione stay in one of the boys’ rooms. “They’re living above their shop now.” Molly rolled her eyes before resuming her previous task in the kitchen. Your heart fell slightly in your chest at knowing you wouldn’t be seeing Fred any time soon. Hermione couldn’t help but look knowingly at the disappointment on your face to which you hit her with your small bag. Ron seemed confused by all the commotion.

After you had taken your bags up to the room and looked around at all the products stored there, you and Hermione re-joined most of the family in the kitchen.

“So, Fred and George aren’t going to be here at all?” You asked, hoping to sound as casual as you could. Molly shook her head with a small smile saying that their business was booming and what not. You tried not to look to deflated but Hermione caught your expression again, this time it was your foot that met her leg with a kick.

After a lovely dinner, you sat down with Hermione, Ron and Ginny to play a game of exploding snap. Molly was finishing up some last-minute chores and Arthur was using muggle tools to fix an old radio on the dining table.

“Arthur, really? I’ve told you to do that in the shed!” Molly reprimanded as she walked past but her husband continued.

“I’ve nearly got it Molly and it’s too cold in the shed.” The radio buzzed and beeped as the screwdriver twisted into the back of the radio. Hermione shook her head amusedly at Arthur’s fascination with things that were most normal to you and her.

Arthur was right about the weather though. It was almost the middle of summer and it felt just the opposite. The unfortunate fact being you had packed for hot weather, you should have known better with it being Britain and all.

You shivered as Molly came over to tell her children something and she noticed. “Dear are you cold?” You nodded but insisted you’d be fine with a dismissive wave but Molly had already begun searching for something to wrap around your shoulders.

“Here wear this, he wouldn’t mind anyway. I think it’s an old one.” A dark green jumper was thrown into your lap and you smiled gratefully at the older woman before she left. You picked it up and realised it had a large F on the front which made you smile largely. You instantly threw it over your thin t-shirt and sighed happily at its knitted warmth along with its Fred-like smell. You avoided Hermione’s gaze for the rest of the evening.

Shortly after, you all left for bed. Ginny pulled Hermione into her room to discuss something so you were left on your own in the twins’ bedroom. You looked around at the different posters and pictures hanging on the wall and smiled as you saw one of yourself with Fred and George which had been taken the previous year when the DA had been formed. You couldn’t help but notice the frame hung over Fred’s bed. The bed which you had chosen to sleep in (if Hermione asked it was because you had picked it randomly and didn’t have a clue whose bed was who’s). But you had spent enough nights staying up and joking with the two of them in there that it was hard not to tell. You settled down, taking the jumper off and was just about to dose off to sleep when the door opened. You assumed it was Hermione until someone shushed another person, they had a rather deep voice so you could rule Hermione out. Just as panic rose in your chest at the idea of a burglary, a bag was dropped onto your feet rather painfully.

You yelped in pain making whoever it was jump backwards. You squinted in the darkness and could just make out two identical looking figures. “Fred? George?” You voice was full of sleep.

“(y/n)? What are you doing here?” One of the twins said, you were too sleepy to be able to tell the difference in their voices.

“Well I was trying to sleep.” You quipped. A quiet hushed chuckle sounded and then someone was sitting by your feet.

“Okay so why are you sleeping in my bed?” That was definitely Fred speaking. His voice made you smile ever so slightly in your drowsy, sleepy state. He just managed to see your smile in the ray of moonlight shining through the curtained window. You explained that Molly had placed you both in their room and that Hermione was currently talking to Ginny. At that moment you heard a snore and looked to see George flat out asleep on his bed. Fred laughed as quietly as he could. “Better tell Hermione to sleep in Gin’s room tonight.” He got up to leave but was stopped by your whispered voice.

“Why are you back anyway?”

“Oh, um, just wanted to surprise mum is all.” Fred smiled briefly before leaving to enter his sisters room. You knew he was lying but was in no mood to question him at this late hour. He came back into the room and begun to lay pillows out on the floor in a bed like manner.

“Fred?” He looked up in the darkness to meet your eyes. “What are you doing?” He gestured emptily to his ‘bed’ and you laughed quietly as he looked at you. “You don’t have to do that. C’mon.” You squished up to the wall and patted the space next to you. It was his own bed and you weren’t about to let him sleep on the floor for you. He hesitated before shrugging with a smirk and hopping under the covers.

“Better than sharing a bed with George.” He said matter-of-factly as he snuggled up beneath your shared blanket. “He’s a prat and a blanket hog.” You gave a nervous chuckle before settling back down to sleep and rolling onto your side, facing away from Fred. It was just two friends sleeping in a bed together utterly platonic, these words were repeated over to yourself as you willed your heart to slow and for your brain to power off so you could sleep. Which eventually you did but it was long after Fred at least according to his snores.

You woke up with a chill running through your body. You blinked your sleepy eyes open to see the morning sun shine through, highlighting the empty space next to you. George was gone too. Had it been a dream? You got out of bed confused and cold as you heard noises from downstairs. Your PJ’s were another thing you had packed for summer and were very thin material so you picked up Fred’s jumper from the floor and threw it on again, happy for the excuse to wear it.

Just as you were about to exit the room, the door swung open to reveal a rather dishevelled Fred. You smiled at him, thankful that it wasn’t a dream as he closed the door behind him rather quickly.

“Fredrick Gideon Weasley, you get here right now!” His eyes widened as Molly’s voice carried up the stairs. You asked what was going on just as George’s voice said something inaudible to her. She seemed to stop in her path up the stairs and make her way back down them. Fred breathed a sigh of relief.

“What was all that about?” You inquired. Fred just laughed before fully meeting your gaze with an amused smile.

“Oh, Mum was just a little bit shocked at our arrival this morning. Especially because we might have scared her with-“ Fred’s sentence trailed off as he took in your appearance. His eyes landed on the jumper and his eyes seemed to glaze over, he gulped before meeting your gaze again. There was a sort of intensity in his eyes as he walked over to you.

“Is that my jumper?”

“Yeah, your mum gave it to me when I was cold. Is it okay?” You were unsure, you had never seen Fred look like this before. Fred nodded quickly to your relief. You watched as he licked his lips unconsciously.

“Freddie are you okay-? mphhh.” Your question barely left your lips as they crashed against Fred’s. Suddenly his hand was in your hair and you were kissing back with passion. Not entirely sure why this was happening but being so glad it was. You pulled back and looked into Fred’s lust blown eyes. “What was that for?” You asked, panting in your need for air.

“Because,” He kissed his way from the corner of your mouth to your ear and whispered, “you look so fucking hot in my jumper.” His words made you shiver from head to toe before you smirked widely at him and bit your lip.

His eyes remained on your lips as he closed in to reconnect his to yours. The kiss was sloppy yet perfect. You knew exactly where this all was leading and the thought made you smile giddily into the kiss. Fred led you to his bed and laid you down gently before resuming his kisses which become surprisingly gentler than before as if he had become unsure in his actions. “Is this okay?”

You nodded sweetly and met his eyes with a smile which he returned. He began to kiss down your neck, pulling the jumper down your shoulder for easier access to your skin. You hummed as your breathing became shallower with each inch he moved down. And then your mind crashed to reality.

“What about -ah- George or Hermione or your Mum?” Fred looked up at you and nodded before picking up his wand and swishing it in the direction of the door with the mumble of a spell.

“There.” He resumed his trail of kisses. “Now no one can disturb us at least for the next half an hour.” You smiled as you cupped his face and brought his lips up to meet yours once more.

You heard the thumping of Fred’s heart as you laid your head directly on it. It was slowing down, in time with yours. You felt Fred tenderly kiss your hairline evoking a large grin to cover your face. He lowered his hand to tickle at your waist a little and you squirmed, “Fred!” You lightly hit his bare chest and looked up at him with a pout. He couldn’t help leaning down to kiss your lips with a smile as he continued. You giggled more before he stopped suddenly and smirked down at you.

“So, what does this mean?” You knew what he was talking about and it had been the question toying in your brain since the last time your lips had unexpectedly met back at Hogwarts. You shrugged cutely and pursed your lips playfully.

“I hope it means that I’m your girlfriend?” You bit your lip, part playfully and partly from worry.

“Good. Cause that’s exactly what I had in mind.” Fred gave a cute one-sided smile and ducked his head in order to reconnect your lips. Your heart swelled with emotion and love for the man in front of you.

You parted from the kiss soon after and resumed your comfortable position, resting on Fred’s chest and slowly stroking parts of his skin. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

“Why did you really come back last night?” You didn’t look up to see Fred’s confused face but you could hear it in his next word.

“What?”

“Well you said you came back to surprise your mum but I’m pretty sure you were lying.” You smirked as Fred scoffed prompting you to look back up at him.

“Can’t a son come back to see his lovely mum without being accused of-?” Fred feigned hurt and outrage before he stopped playing at the sight of your knowing, glaring eyes. “Fine. George told me you were spending the summer and I wanted to see you. It’s sappy I know.”

You shook your head with a giggle. “No, it’s sweet.” You cooed at his confession before once again kissing him. You just couldn’t get enough of being able to kiss him again and again until both your lips became sore. Just as the kiss picked up in fire, you jumped apart as the door swung open.

Molly entered with a laundry basket firmly held in her arms and a list in the other. You brought up the blanket to cover your decency, sitting up a little bit. She didn’t look up as she read the list, not noticing you. “Fred, I need you to…” Her sentence trailed off as her eyes landed on her son’s bed. Damn, you were just about to try and sneak out of sight under the cover. Molly’s jaw fell agape and you could only wish that the ground would swallow you up whole right now, Fred looked as if he was hoping the same.

“Mum!” Fred gritted his teeth and nodded his head towards the door. Everyone in the room seemed to be looking for a quick way out of this situation. Molly walked slowly backwards out of the door and closed it quickly, you could’ve sworn you had saw her narrow her eyes towards you before she did so.

“shit.” You rubbed your palm over your face with a scowl. Your heart was beating even faster than it been 10 minutes earlier. To your surprise, you heard laughter sound from next to you. You whipped your head round to glare at Fred as he threw his head back in seemingly joyful laughter. “What?! Your mother just caught you in bed after sex.” You said it in an obvious tone with a disbelieving face.

“Yeah but- c’mon (y/n) it’s funny!” Fred didn’t even have a full explanation but he had always used laughter to help him deal with awkward or stressful situations so it was normal behaviour really.

“It won’t be when she wants to talk about it with you,” Fred’s face immediately dropped. “I bet she’ll even get your dad to have a word too.” You raised your eyebrow in a knowing way as Fred’s face went pale.

“It’s fine we’ll just live the rest of our days up here. I’ve got sweets and a place to sleep.” Fred’s eyes twinkled with mischief but you knew he was sort of considering it.

“Fred, we can’t live off of puking pastilles for the rest of our lives.” You got up to start dressing as Fred rolled his eyes.

“Nooo, don’t.” He was trying to pull you back into the warmth of his bed but you resisted the temptation. You shook your head with a smile and picked up the discarded dark green jumper on the floor. Fred narrowed his eyes suspiciously as you walked backwards with a teasing smirk. You threw the jumper on over your PJs and bit your lip. Fred groaned as he got up from the bed and started to shove clothes on. You turned to open the door just as you felt Fred’s hands on your hips.

“You. Are. Such. A fucking. Tease.” You laughed as he emphasised each word with a kiss to a different part of accessible skin making you shiver before throwing on a t-shirt and leading the way downstairs.

“Arthur! Your son was in bed with a girl!” You heard Molly’s yelling voice from the landing of the 3rd floor. You spared a glance at Fred quickly who gulped before you both tentatively made your way down the stairs.

“Who was it?” Arthur’s voice was quieter and less angry, it sounded more distracted. Molly must have thrown something down on the table as a loud thud rang through the house.

“(y/n).” You could see the glare in Molly’s face already.

“Oh well, I’m happy for them. Ow!” Arthur yelped slightly as Molly hit him on the arm. You could just see into the kitchen from the stairs. Molly looked livid as she rushed around the kitchen whether it was her being busy or simply pacing, you didn’t know. “Alright I’ll speak to him.”

You walked into the living room to see George sitting by the fire, reading what appeared to be an edition of the quibbler. At the sight of you both he waggled his eyebrows up and smirked. “Heard all about you two. Of course, I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.” He got up from his spot and winked at the both of you before leaving the room. You avoided Fred’s gaze as you blushed deeply from George’s words and at the thought of entering the kitchen. Fred reached down to interlock your hands and you smiled gratefully at him but also couldn’t help but notice he was blushing as furiously and as bright as the colour of his hair.

You instantly let go of Fred’s hand as Molly glared at the both of you. You sat down quickly and quietly for breakfast but there was nothing set up as of yet. Fred sat next to you before Molly pulled him up by the sleeve of his t-shirt. He protested in mockful pain as Molly dragged him to the kitchen area, not far from where you sat but enough to be out of earshot. Molly coughed loudly at Arthur and he followed.

You heard your name yelled as the argument began between parents and son. You watched as Fred’s face got steadily redder. You could only catch the louder parts of the conversation mainly Fred. “Ew! Mum that’s Gross!” “Merlin Mum! I’m sorry!” “Yes I was-!” You missed the last part of Fred’s shouted sentence as he catched your eye and blushed deeper before mouthing the last word which looked a lot like ‘safe’.

George snuck into the room and sat on the chair next to you, kicking his feet up on another chair. He had a large box of every flavour beans open and was digging into them like popcorn as he watched the argument with interest. “What did I miss?”

Normally you would have laughed and asked him to share his sweets but in your state of embarrassment, you could do nothing more than glare at the younger twin. George jokingly put his hands up and resumed to watching the ongoing argument which seemed to be turning softer, at least on Molly’s part. She gave her son a hug but he looked less than happy as he didn’t return the effort and rolled his eyes behind her back. You stifled a laugh as the three of them walked back over.

“I just want you to be careful Freddie.” Molly patted him on the back which he attempted to dodge as he resumed his space next to you.

“Mum please don’t call me that after that conversation.” Fred looked mortified and you rubbed a hand on his shoulder in comfort. George sat laughing at it all. You saw Molly look unsure but her gaze wasn’t directed at George, it was pointed on the hand you had on Fred’s shoulder. You immediately retracted it and began to try and find a point of interest in the room.

“Aww c’mon Freddie, Mum’s only looking out for you. Don’t want any unexpected pregnancies now do we?” George looked all too happy with himself for his comment as his eyes widened with a sort of wicked glee behind them. You kicked his leg hard under the table to which his smirk faded into a glare.

“George!” Molly hit his arm as did Fred. But Molly seemed worried by his words. You felt the need to shake your head as her eyes roamed to you. You swore she heaved a small sigh of relief as the others made their way down for breakfast. You were so thankful for the distraction as plates of food flew from the kitchen to the table. Your sister smiled at you and began to apologise for falling asleep in Ginny’s room.

“But I guess it worked out if these two came back early.” Hermione gestured to the twins and you nodded, desperate for a conversation change. “But if George slept in his bed and you slept in Fred’s then where did you sleep?” She asked Fred innocently. Fred began to speak before being cut off by Molly.

“Pumpkin juice anyone?” Everyone seemed to forget Hermione’s question as glasses were filled with juice all around the table. Everyone except George of course.

“Yeah Freddie, where did you sleep?” George mocked not knowing, placing his elbow on the table so he could rest his hand and stare over at Fred and you.

“On the floor. I slept on the floor.” Fred nodded as he lied, his mother smiled. You guessed it was for Ginny’s sake and to minus your embarrassment but Ginny probably understood more than she let on anyway.

Breakfast continued as normal except Hermione, at one point, shot her eyes between you and Fred who had begun to have an intimate conversation of your own. You met her curious look and couldn’t help the smile on your face. Your sister smiled back, understanding. Her eyes shot briefly over to Ron with a look of wanting, he was talking animatedly with Ginny about Quidditch, no one else but you caught this.

Just as you were eating your way through your final pancake, you felt a hand grab yours underneath the table and smiled at Fred who was already gazing at you. Despite the rude interruption earlier and the heavy embarrassment that followed, you couldn’t help but be grateful for the chain of events that had led you to become Fred Weasley’s girlfriend and you had an old green jumper to thank.

*Smut*

Fred was gentle as he kissed your lips, waiting until you picked up the passion so he knew you were sure. You soon did as your tongue entered his mouth, Fred’s joined alongside yours. His hands wondered up and down your back underneath the jumper. Your hands, meanwhile, where running through his hair and pulling just a little to emit moans from the taller boy. You parted the kiss to throw the jumper and your thin pyjama t-shirt off in one swoop, you weren’t wearing a bra so your front was fully exposed. Fred admired your figure before pulling you back down into a crashing kiss.

He was situated on top of you as he pulled of his own clothing including his jeans, so he was left only in his underwear. You teasingly reached down between you to grope the bulging outline of his dick, his breathing shallowed as he leant down and began to pepper your neck with kisses. You giggled as his lips tickled your skin so Fred went for a rougher approach and experimentally bit your skin before soothingly licking over the protruding bruise. He gathered from your sigh of pleasure and small moan that you enjoyed it so he made some more before trailing his line of kisses down to your chest. He massaged one of your breasts in his hands as his tongue trailed over the other. You threw your head back onto the pillow as he continued.

Eventually his hand was reaching down to take off your jeans and after he was successful, he resumed his kissing of your breasts as his hand slipped into your panties and began rubbing the mound there. His fingers eventually found your clit making you arch into his touch. He smiled as he kissed back up to your lips and took the air from your lungs with his passionate kisses which captured every moan. Just as you pulled back for air, Fred slipped a finger into your entrance making you scream a moan. He kissed you again with a hushed laugh. “The spells aren’t that soundproof, love.” You nodded and bit your lip hard to stifle any more sounds emitted from your lips.

But it was made all the more difficult as Fred slipped off your panties and lined his member up with your hole. You were breathing heavily and Fred noticed your nerves as your breaths became slightly uneven. “Hey, if you don’t want- “

“no, I do. It’s just a bit…” You couldn’t seem to find the word but Fred seemed to understand you as he kissed you reassuringly making you sigh. You nodded as he parted from the kiss, telling him silently that you were ready.

“If you want me to stop just say okay?” Fred looked so nervous himself at the idea of hurting you so you kissed him back for his peace of mind and agreed with another silent nod. He nodded his head back, more to himself as he entered you. He pushed in slowly, you gasped in a bit of pain so he kissed you and made sure you were okay. You nodded again as he bottomed out and you felt so full, so good. “Fuck.” His swear roused something in you and you reached up to kiss him roughly, your hands roaming all over his bare back. You accidently caught him with your nail but to your surprise he growled and pushed the kiss deeper. You pulled back so your lips were grazing his ever so slightly.

“Can you move?” You whispered against his lips, reassuring him with your eyes as he caught onto your request and began to slowly thrust in and out. The pleasure began to feel inside your body and you smiled, Fred noticed the change and gained more confidence in his actions. He began to pick up the pace of his thrusts making you moan. You tried to stifle them as you remembered you weren’t alone in the house but the pleasure seemed to override your brain and all you could focus on was Fred. The way he touched you, kissed you, the way his body seemed to move perfectly with yours.

“Ugh Fred, oh fuck. Harder” The last word you whispered seemed to urge Fred on as well as the way you said his name. He nuzzled his face down into your shoulder as he went harder at your request. You held and stroked his hair as you kissed the side of his face and neck. You quickly felt a knot of tension form in your stomach and you knew that you were reaching your climax. Your hands instantly reached down to grab a hold of the bed sheets. You let out a strangled moan as you screamed out his name and felt your orgasm ripple throughout your whole body like a wave of pleasure.

You laid dazed for a little while as Fred continued to thrust into you, your hands once again found his hair and pulled slightly making his moans more frequent. He called out your name before he bit down onto your shoulder and quickly pulled out, coming over your stomach. He kissed over the mark he just left and his whole body seemed to deflate as he came down from his high. Fred quickly cleaned up your stomach before he rolled onto his back. You kissed him, placing your head onto his chest and listening to his heart.

“Was that alright?” Fred’s voice sounded out of breath but still with an etch of concern. You kissed his chest and nodded against it in response.

“More than alright.” You said contently. Fred let out a deep breath and you smiled, perfectly comfortable by his side.

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