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lesdemonium · 4 years ago

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romtober day 7: misunderstandings

Rating: M Ship: Geraskier Word Count: 4319 Summary: Cirilla's new nanny, Mister Julian, is her favorite person in the whole world. Geralt's new boyfriend, Jaskier, is pretty high up there as well. No one realizes they might be the same person.

AKA: the nanny/parent au written by a nanny

a MASSIVE thank you for betaing to @boppinrobin. y’all have them to thank for how romantic this wound up being.

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“Mister Julian says that the things we learn in school are very important but it’s also important to learn things outside of school. Like about rainbows. Did you know that any time light… ref… refracts it can make a rainbow? Like through windows or… or… Daddy, do you know what refracts means?”

Geralt hummed a little as he and Ciri walked. He thought that answer was enough, until his five year old pulled impatiently at his hand and Geralt looked down to see her frowning at him.

“I do,” he said, nodding a little. “Do you know? Do you want to tell me?”

“I do!” Ciri insisted proudly. She let go of Geralt’s hand now that they were inside their building and she ran to the elevator to make sure she could press the button first. When the button lit up, she gave Geralt a devilish smile and he pretended to be disappointed that he couldn’t hit the button first, much to her delight. “It’s okay, Daddy. Maybe next time. I’m just too fast.”

“You are,” Geralt agreed. He nudged her into the now-open elevator. “Didn’t you want to tell me what refract means?”

“Yes! Mister Julian told me all about it! It’s when something makes light change directions! Like… like water! Or windows!” Ciri was literally bouncing in her excitement to share her knowledge and Geralt found himself grinning down at her, just before leading them both to the door to their condo.

“It sounds like you’re learning a lot of really cool things from Mister Julian,” Geralt said. He unlocked the door and ushered her inside.

“Mister Julian is the best. He’s the smartest guy in the whole wide world!”

Ciri attempted to drop her things--backpack, coat, art project and all--onto the floor, only to be stopped by a chiding look from Geralt. She huffed dramatically and picked it all back up and put her belongings back where they went. Geralt offered a quick “Thank you, Ciri,” but she had already moved on to go play in her room until dinner.

Dinner, of course, was filled with chatter about nothing but Mister Julian, but Geralt couldn’t bring himself to be bothered. It was nice that she enjoyed her new nanny at Yennefer’s. By the end of the meal, Geralt was pretty sure he wanted to meet Mister Julian.

Geralt thought it had to be a new level of pathetic to be stood up by your own brother, and yet here he was. He wouldn’t have necessarily chosen this bar for himself, but now that he was here, he figured he might as well order a drink, even if Lambert was a dick who didn’t bother to show up. Only a quick “something came up” text and some shitty joke about maybe Geralt could find someone to pull the stick out of his ass for him. Prick.

Geralt was halfway into his drink when someone sat beside him. He didn't bother to look--he was pretty sure the stranger was just trying to order a drink--until he felt the other’s shoulder knock against his.

“I’d love to give you a pickup line, but I get the feeling that wouldn’t go very far with you,” blue eyes said.

Turned out, the rest of him was just as beautiful as his eyes. Given the line the man had already paid him, Geralt felt no shame in letting his gaze drag over his company’s body, and Geralt had to admit he liked what he saw. The curve of his lips screamed mischief, and the cut of his shirt betrayed a deceptively muscular chest. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be a total bust.

“Perceptive,” Geralt answered, taking a long drink of his beer. His eyebrow raised as he met Jaskier’s eye again, and Jaskier straightened up as he settled into the stool beside Geralt.

“I’m Jaskier,” the man said, and motioned at the bartender. He ordered quickly, then turned his attention wholly back to Geralt. “So, does this statuesque masculinity come with a name, or do you prefer to brood your way to recognition?”

“Geralt,” he answered with a smirk. Geralt was pretty sure he had never been made fun of so quickly into what he was almost certain would become a hookup. He quite liked it.

“Geralt, the man of few words,” Jaskier grinned. He received his drink, and held it up, looking pointedly at Geralt’s beer until Geralt clinked the glass together in a wordless cheers. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The pleasure, it turned out, was all Geralt’s. If Jaskier was bothered by carrying the conversation, he certainly didn’t show it. He seemed to even have a knack for pulling information out of Geralt efficiently, between stories. Geralt didn’t learn too much about Jaskier’s personal life--he didn’t think he would--but it only took a few minutes into their conversation for him to realize that he might like to.

From the moment he laid hands on Jaskier--in the privacy of Geralt’s own condo, as neither one of them was particularly keen on giving any unassuming strangers even a tame show--he felt indisputable chemistry. They didn’t have to discuss much to understand that they were on the same page about, well, everything. Even how they both liked to kiss, or the way they liked to be touched. It wasn’t magic, it wasn’t perfect, and Geralt definitely had his hands shoved away from somewhere Jaskier apparently did not enjoy being touched, but it was about as close to electrifying as Geralt had ever gotten with a new partner.

“Jesus,” Jaskier panted as his head hit the pillow.

Geralt snorted into Jaskier’s sweat-sheened shoulder, but he had to agree.

When Geralt woke to find Jaskier still in his bed, starfishing and completely unbothered by another body, Geralt was surprised. Pleasantly surprised, but still surprised. He sat up slowly and made his way to the bathroom, and by the time he came back, Jaskier was sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“I swear I normally don't do sleepovers without at least discussing it first,” Jaskier said, smiling sheepishly at Geralt. “Apparently you wore me out.”

“Apparently I did,” Geralt answered, shrugging. “It’s fine. Do you want breakfast? I can make eggs.”

Jaskier watched him for a moment, with a cautious smile, then nodded. “Breakfast sounds incredible.”

Nearly an hour later, they both were fed, dressed (though Jaskier scrunched up his nose at rewearing last night’s wrinkled outfit), and Jaskier leaned forward into the kitchen table, staring at Geralt.

“Would it be bold of me to request a repeat performance?” Jaskier asked. “Maybe even a meal that isn’t immediately following an accidental sleepover?”

Geralt hesitated a moment. He wanted to, more than anything, but.

“I have to let you know,” Geralt started, “so you can make a fully informed decision. I have a daughter. A five-year-old.”

Jaskier grinned, then bent down, disappearing beneath the table. Geralt watched, his head tilting as he puzzled out this bizarre reaction, and then Jaskier sat back up, a pink stuffed bunny in his hand.

“You mean to tell me this isn’t yours?” Jaskier asked, his voice affronted, though he was still grinning and even managed to wink at Geralt.

“His name is Mr. Bun and he’s part of the family,” Geralt said, with a smile in return.

Jaskier left that morning with the clothes he had worn the night previously, a full belly, and Geralt’s number entered into his phone and a promise that, yes, they could try for dinner next time. Geralt found himself feeling almost as if he needed to thank Lambert for being a prick. He wouldn’t, though.

“You’re looking cheerier than usual,” Yennefer said as Geralt stepped back to let her inside.

“Ciri, your mom’s here!” Geralt called. “Do you have your bag ready?”

There was a bang from behind Ciri’s door, one that Geralt absolutely did not want to ask about, before she called back, “Yes! I just forgot something!” Geralt was pretty sure she was lying and that he should say something about that, but it didn’t seem like a battle worth waging when packing her bag was already going to take her time.

“Going to explain, or should I start guessing?” Yennefer asked, smirking at him. “Hm… there was a sale on ugly combat boots and you picked up a few dozen more?”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “Surely you could do better than that. Don’t tell me you’ve lost your touch,” he teased.

“Haven’t lost my touch, simply want you to get to the point. What has you looking so pleased?” She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow, and even if Geralt wanted to deflect, he knew from the set of her shoulders Yennefer wasn’t going to just let it go. There was no need for him to, though.

“I have a date tonight.”

“You do? Well, tell me about them? What’s so great about this date that made you pawn off your daughter a night early?”

“You asked to have Ciri early. She’ll think you’re serious if she overhears you,” Geralt frowned. Yennefer waved an insistent hand back. “His name is Jaskier.”

“Mommy!” Ciri called, bounding out of her room and running straight into Yennefer’s arms. Yennefer spun her around once before setting her feet back on the ground, and Ciri grinned up at her. “Is Mister Julian coming to see me this week?”

“Of course he is,” Yennefer answered, nodding at her. “He’ll pick you up from school on Monday.”

“Good.” Ciri’s voice contained every ounce of seriousness in the world, and Geralt had to bite back his laugh. Ciri did not like thinking that Geralt was laughing at her. Not that he blamed her. “I have something very important to tell him.”

“And what’s that?”

“Hippos make pink slime instead of using sunscreen!”

Yennefer’s nose scrunched up and she glanced at Geralt, who shrugged.

“We spent this weekend looking up facts to tell Mister Julian. She picked that one,” Geralt answered.

“That is fascinating and adequately disgusting. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.” Yennefer took Ciri’s hand and her bag, which she slung over her shoulder. “Say bye to your dad, Ciri. We need to run.” She pointed a finger on her free hand at Geralt. “I expect to hear all about your weekend when you come pick her up.”

It wasn’t until their fifth date that Geralt took Jaskier home again.

Coming back for a hookup was one thing; usually people Geralt brought home left as soon as they caught their breath and never came back. Going on an actual date with someone, though, was different. Bringing someone he was actively dating into the home Geralt shared with his daughter was a whole other level that had to be handled extremely carefully. And slowly.

Luckily, Jaskier understood.

“It’s been so long, I almost forgot where you lived,” Jaskier said, grinning as Geralt opened the door for him. “I’m flattered I’m being invited back. I must be doing something right.”

Geralt snorted, then backed up to let Jaskier back into the condo. Jaskier followed after him, only to crowd Geralt against the door and bring him in for a kiss. Geralt’s arms wound around Jaskier’s middle, turning them both so he could close the door behind them, lest they give Geralt’s neighbors an unintended show.

“A lot of things right,” Geralt answered once they pulled away, and he lived for the way Jaskier beamed at him.

“Did you know,” Jaskier said conversationally, over the dinner Geralt had cooked for them, “that your daughter and my charge are the same age?”

Geralt raised an eyebrow at Jaskier and finished his bite. Jaskier didn’t often volunteer information about his charge. Geralt hadn’t pressed, of course, after Jaskier mentioned his job as a nanny on their first official date, and then followed up with “For confidentiality reasons, I can’t tell you much about her, but she is just the best.”

“I thought you didn’t talk about your charge with people you were dating,” Geralt answered. He put down his fork, as he was finished with his meal, and rested his hand on Jaskier’s leg.

“I don’t, but I would consider it, a bit, with a boyfriend,” Jaskier answered, and his hand hovered above Geralt’s, just barely avoiding contact. Though his tone was as even and nonchalant as possible, and he shrugged his shoulders, Jaskier wouldn’t look at Geralt; he was nervous. “And, well. I figured it might give you permission to talk about your daughter. And know that you’re not going to scare me off if you do.”

“Hmm,” Geralt said. He captured Jaskier’s still-hovering hand and entwined their fingers. Geralt waited until Jaskier met his eye again, then smiled. “I suppose telling my boyfriend about my daughter makes sense.”

“I’m just wondering what sort of name Jaskier is, anyway,” Yennefer said.

Geralt rolled his eyes and gave her an exasperated look, but Yen only grinned wickedly back.

“It’s a stage name, and a nickname,” Geralt answered, shrugging.

“A nickname for what?”

“I don’t know. He hasn’t told me and I haven’t asked.”

“You’ve been dating this guy for, what, three months now, and you don’t even know his name?” Yennefer sounded incredulous.

“I know his name. It’s Jaskier. “ Geralt smirked, and Yennefer looked likely to hit him.

She hadn’t given Geralt even the tiniest bit of rest about it all since Geralt had admitted that he and Jaskier were serious over a month ago, but Geralt found himself less and less bothered by it. She had made it clear that she simply wanted to meet him, and that was her goal with all this teasing, but Geralt wasn’t ready. Yennefer meeting Jaskier likely meant Ciri meeting Jaskier, and though he knew he was serious, he felt they needed quite a bit more stability before his five-year-old was brought into the picture. Jaskier seemed to agree, if his lack of pressing about it was anything to go off of.

“Do you even know his last name?” Yennefer asked.

“I do. But I’m not telling you. You don’t need to internet stalk him.”

“Oh, but I so love being nosey.”

Geralt snorted, then turned to the bright patter of Ciri’s feet running to him and jumping in his arms. He caught her, and lifted her up in a bear hug. “Ready to go?” he asked. Ciri nodded enthusiastically.

“Did you ask Mister Julian if he’s free Friday?” Geralt asked, turning back to Yen and holding out his hand for Ciri’s bag, which Yennefer passed to him.

“Sorry, he said he was busy,” Yennefer answered with a sympathetic grimace.

“Someday I’ll meet Ciri’s favorite person in the whole world,” Geralt said. He slung the bag over his arm and put Ciri down, instead taking her hand. “That’s fine. How’s a night at Grandpa’s then?”

Ciri’s eyes grew comically large. “Yes! Last time we had unicorn pancakes! For dinner!” she said.

Geralt very much did not want to know what unicorn pancakes were, or just how much of a sugarbomb they contained. Instead of asking, he waved at Yen and took Ciri back home.

Geralt could feel himself drifting. He shouldn’t let himself, he knew, but it was hard not to when he was wrapped up in his warm bed, still shaking off sleep, and Jaskier was lightly tracing patterns on Geralt’s bare chest. There were things he had to do, like clean up after their date night, and go pick Ciri up from Vesemir’s, but Geralt figured there wasn’t much harm in letting himself have this moment. He hummed, to let Jaskier know he was awake. Hopefully he’d not let Geralt drift off again.

“Morning,” Jaskier said. His voice wasn’t a whisper, but it was a near thing.

“Since when do you wake up before me?” Geralt asked. With great effort, he opened an eye to look at Jaskier, who was smiling down at Geralt, his head propped up with his elbow.

“I wouldn’t get used to it,” Jaskier answered. He continued trailing his fingers along Geralt’s chest. “I’m sure next time you’ll have to chase me out when I inevitably oversleep and your daughter’s on her way home.”

Geralt hummed and caught Jaskier’s hand, then pressed his lips to Jaskier’s fingers. Though the light streaming in from the window was entirely too bright, Geralt found he didn’t mind. Jaskier was haloed in the soft light.

“Maybe sometime you can meet her,” Geralt said.

Jaskier grinned and leaned in to press a kiss to Geralt’s collarbone. “I’d love to. When you’re both ready,” he said. He lifted his head again, then paused, before pressing a slow, sweet kiss to Geralt’s lips.

“Hmm, yeah, it’s official,” Jaskier said as he pulled back.

Geralt furrowed his eyebrows as he reached out to card his fingers through Jaskier’s hair. “What’s official?”

“That I love you,” Jaskier said.

He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he hadn’t just thrown Geralt completely for a loop and left him boneless. Jaskier sounded so sure, so honest, and he was beaming down at Geralt.

“Is that so?” Geralt finally answered, his mouth dry.

Jaskier’s face did not dampen, not even a little, as he nodded. “It is. I know because I still felt that way when I kissed you, morning breath and all.”

Geralt snorted and pushed himself up to sit. He still held Jaskier’s hand, and he pressed a kiss to his palm--to spare him from any further morning breath--then let go and stood up. Jaskier sat up, too, and was looking at Geralt with such a look of adoration, that Geralt felt himself flushing under the attention as he made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

The escape helped clear his head. After his teeth were brushed, he left the bathroom to find Jaskier getting dressed, pulling a new outfit from the drawer Geralt had cleared out for him. They smiled at each other, then switched, Jaskier brushing his teeth and Geralt getting dressed.

It was so easy, that Geralt found himself a bit floored. It had been slow, and Geralt hadn’t truly noticed, but in the warm shock of Jaskier’s confession, he noticed there were little reminders of Jaskier everywhere: the clothes in the drawer, Jaskier’s toothbrush in Geralt’s bathroom. The pictures from the photobooth of the two of them sitting on Geralt’s nightstand.

Geralt returned to the bathroom and leaned against the doorway. Geralt watched, silently, as Jaskier finished brushing his teeth, then grinned at Geralt.

“Don’t tell me you’re kicking me out already. I woke up early for you! I thought we could go to brunch. Maybe do an early six-month anniversary thing, since I’m working on our actual anniversary.” Jaskier paused to let out a nervous laugh and card his fingers through his hair. “Monthiversary? Whatever. Six months is a big deal, okay, I promise I’ll let you off the hook for other month markers, but six months is a big deal.”

“I love you, too,” Geralt said. He reached out a hand and Jaskier allowed himself to be pulled into a hug. Jaskier’s body sagged in relief against Geralt and Geralt held him all the tighter for it. This was right. Geralt hadn’t felt this sure about anything in a long time.

“How would you feel about Jaskier meeting Ciri?” Geralt asked as soon as Yennefer opened the door.

Yennefer paused for a moment, blinking.

“I hate when you do that. Next time can you greet me before bombarding me with big questions?” Yennefer asked, frowning at him.

“Hi Yen,” Geralt answered, nodding a little. He supposed that was fair. “How has your week been? I wanted to chat about this before Ciri comes down. So she doesn’t get excited or think it’s happening if you say no.”

“Well, I appreciate that.” Yennefer let out an audible breath, then gestured for Geralt to come inside. “So, things are pretty serious with him, then?”

“Yes. We’ve been together nine months.”

Yennefer put her hands on her hips and regarded Geralt for a moment. “You’ve been seeing this guy almost a year, and you’re just now considering having him meet Ciri? Jesus, Geralt. I guess we’re all lucky you didn’t wait until a marriage proposal before any of us got to know him.”

“I can’t consider marrying anyone that Ciri hasn’t signed off on,” Geralt answered, shrugging.

“You are the most ridiculous man I’ve ever met. Yes, absolutely, have this guy that’s been in your life for almost an entire year meet Ciri, I give you permission.” Yen’s eyes rolled as she crossed her arms. “I get to meet him after. Before Lambert and Eskel.”

“Agreed,” Geralt said. He thought about sticking out his hand to shake Yennefer’s and seal the deal, but he figured now wasn’t the time to incur Yennefer’s wrath.

Geralt was nervous. In fact, nervous didn’t even begin to describe Geralt at this precise moment. Geralt had a feeling Jaskier was probably just as nervous, if not moreso, judging by how quiet he had been all day on the phone. No social media posts, only a couple clarifying questions about the plan for tonight to Geralt, and otherwise completely silent. It helped, if Geralt was being honest. That meant Jaskier knew how big of a deal this was, just as much as Geralt did. If Ciri didn’t like Jaskier--well. Geralt just had to trust that was impossible.

When he heard the knock, Geralt startled. He opened the door to find Jaskier standing there, looking sheepish and gorgeous.

“Ciri? Jaskier’s here,” Geralt said. He reached out a hand for Jaskier, who gladly took it and stepped inside.

Geralt was still turned toward the door, closing it, as Ciri’s steps turned from walking to an all out sprint toward them.

“Mister Julian!” she yelled as she jumped into his--thankfully, just barely ready--arms. Jaskier looked bewildered, and like he was still processing the girl now in his arms. Ciri pulled back and pressed her palms to Jaskier’s cheeks. “I didn’t know you were coming to my dad’s! You didn’t say you were coming over!”

“I...I didn’t know,” Jaskier answered. He bent to put her back on the ground, just a bit too fast to be intentional, but Ciri was delighted by the move. Jaskier then wrung his hands together, but Geralt could still see that they were shaking.

“Julian? You’re Mister Julian?” Geralt asked. He couldn’t process this. He felt dizzy and thrown and suddenly very uncertain of what he should do with his hands.

“Julian’s my first name,” Jaskier answered. Geralt could see the blush creeping along Jaskier’s face. “Since it’s on my driver’s license and easier to say, that’s the name I use. You’re Cirilla’s dad?”

“Dad,” Ciri whined, and when Geralt looked to her she had the most disapproving frown Geralt had ever seen on her face. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re friends with Mister Julian? You said we don’t keep secrets!”

“You’re right,” Geralt agreed. He hesitated a moment, then ran his fingers through her hair. “I didn’t know I was keeping a secret, it was an accident. I call Mister Julian ‘Jaskier.’”

Ciri turned her now very suspicious frown on Jaskier. “Were you keeping a secret? You didn’t tell me you’re my dad’s boyfriend.”

Jaskier laughed and shook his head helplessly. “Trust me, sweetheart. I had no idea. Apparently your dad and I are too good at keeping you safe.”

Ciri seemed to accept that answer, because she shrugged, then ran off to the kitchen as if nothing had happened. Jaskier, however, wheeled on Geralt the moment she turned her back.

“You were married to Yennefer?” Jaskier asked.

“Yes,” Geralt answered. Jaskier let out an incredulous bark of laughter and Geralt placed a hand on the small of his back--trying to steady them both. “We divorced just after we adopted Ciri. How did you not connect her name?”

“I thought maybe you were both inspired by Apple products! Who was I to judge?” Jaskier threw his hands up. A moment later, one landed heavily on Geralt’s shoulder. Geralt could still just barely feel that hand tremble. “And I don’t call her Ciri! She wanted me to call her Cirilla. I never connected--” He laughed again, shaky and disbelieving. “Oh my god, this does not help nanny stereotypes.”

“At least we know she already likes you?” Geralt offered.

Jaskier gasped, his free hand covering his mouth. He glanced at the kitchen, and by the time he looked back at Geralt, his entire face had crinkled into a broad smile. Jaskier took Geralt’s hand between both of his own and pressed Geralt’s knuckles to his lips, and now Geralt could feel Jaskier’s grin.

“She does,” Jaskier said, sounding as wet as his eyes were. “She does like me!”

Relief washed over Geralt as he really considered what this meant. The hardest part and biggest potential barrier to the future of their relationship had already been crossed before it was even a question. Geralt was not looking forward to how much Yen was going to laugh at him, but he wasn’t worried about their future anymore. Ciri loved Jaskier as much as Geralt did. Everything would be okay.

Geralt pulled his hand from Jaskier’s hold to cup Jaskier’s face and bring him in for a kiss. Somehow, they had managed to do this right. Somehow, they were being rewarded.

“Are we having dinner, or what, lazy boneses?” Ciri called from the kitchen.

Jaskier pulled away to laugh, and Geralt had to capture the mischievous smile Jaskier gave him in another kiss. This time, when Jaskier pulled away, his eyes were soft and his hand was warm as he pulled Geralt to the kitchen.

“Coming, lazy bones?” Jaskier asked, as if Geralt wouldn’t follow him anywhere.

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bangtann-bangdamn · 4 years ago

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Summary: Handball is one of the least violent games in sports history. So how did such an innocent sport get so heated?

Pairing: Jungkook x gender-neutral reader

Genre: Sports AU, College AU

Prompt: Sports au

Word count: 1.2k

AN: I'm not an expert on handball. The last time I played handball was over ten years ago. I am aware that the ball in the banner is a football, but you try finding a good handball photo (trust me, there isn't one. I spent nearly an hour scouring the internet for one lol).

This is for the @btsghostiewritersnet drabble marathon.

It was supposed to be a friendly game of handball, but somewhere down the line, all pretences of friendly went out the window.

“Oh god, someone is going to die.” You groaned into your hands after Jungkook took a particularly hard tackle to the floor. Which, you know, was illegal.

“Ref come on!” Namjoon called, hands spread out wide as his cheeks started to flame with anger.

Thankfully, Soobin, the first-year student who had been roped in to be referee, blew his whistle at the same time as he held up a yellow card to BamBam.

BamBam kicked at the ground as he stormed away from Jungkook, low grumbles barely heard over Jackson yelling at Soobin that no foul was made.

Jungkook picked himself up off the floor, inspecting his scraped knees before shooting a glare at BamBam.

“I thought this was friendly?” Yong-sun asked as she sat down beside you, watching the chaos on the field as BamBam approached Jungkook, clearly looking for a tussle.

“Friendly was never an option with these idiots.” You indicated to where Jungkook and BamBam had started a heated game of rock paper scissors to decide who was in the wrong. Taehyung crouched beside them, watching as their fists hit the palm of their hands three times before releasing their moves. He nodded sagely, standing to his full height as he awarded the point to Jungkook. BamBam moaned, his head hung low, as Jimin lifted Jungkook in celebration. Jay B patted BamBam on the back, leading him back to their side of the court as the game reset.

“Who’s winning?” Yong-sun queried, a small pout on her face as she failed to capture the attention of Jin, who was trying (and failing) to engage Yoongi in conversation. Yoongi leant against the goal with his mouth slightly gaped and a vacant expression on his face, completely oblivious to whatever drivel Yong-sun’s boyfriend was sprouting.

The other team’s goalie, Mark, mirrored Yoongi’s position on the opposite side of the court and you really couldn’t blame either of them for tuning out the game.

“Neither side. They haven’t made it out of the middle yet.”

“Seriously?” Yong-sun’s voice grew in pitch as she faced you with wide eyes.

“Yes. That tackle was the closest they got to moving away from the centre. It’s going to be a long game.”

With everyone back in their positions, Soobin blew his whistle. Jungkook was tossed the ball to begin play. Jungkook quickly passed the ball to Jimin who took his three steps past Jinyoung and tossed it to Taehyung.

Who was so intent on pulling faces at Yugyeom, that he failed to see the ball sailing straight towards him until Jimin called his name. But he was too slow. He turned his face only to be greeted by the ball. His head cracked back as he began his descent to the ground, the ball harmlessly rebounding away. Yugyeom gaped wordlessly as he watched Taehyung crash to the ground.

“Yugyeom, the ball!” Jackson screamed from the other end of the court, prompting Yugyeom to pick up the ball and toss it to the waiting Youngjae. Youngjae took his three steps and threw the ball to Jackson, who was in prime position to score. His arm launched back, preparing for an attack.

“Yoongi!” Hoseok comically jumped in the air in an attempt to gain the blond’s attention, but Yoongi appeared too lost in his own world.

Jackson launched the ball at impossible speeds, making its way towards the open net.

The world slowed down. Hoseok’s hand slapped his cheeks as he screamed in defeat, Taehyung rose from the ground slowly, eyes wide as he tracked the ball’s movement. BamBam had managed to wrangle Jungkook into a headlock and it was from there they stopped fighting to watch the ball.

Yoongi’s head snapped towards the ball as it approached, effortless moving his body to capture it.

The pitch grew silent for a second as the players processed the demonic speeds Yoongi possessed to capture the ball, barely processing that he was already moving to toss the ball towards Namjoon.

Namjoon recovered quickly and soon he was pivoting on his heel to pass to Jin, who quickly moved the ball to Hoseok.

Hoseok, however, was not so quick to respond. His hands caught the ball by reflex but stood wide-eyed as his mind caught up with the game. Jay B’s eyes gleamed mischievously as he charged, making a move to swipe the ball from Hoseok’s hand. Hoseok regained his sense and passed the ball back to Jin.

“Not to me!” Jin cried as he passed the ball back to Hoseok, except Jay B hadn’t altered his course and was in direct line to the ball’s path. It hit the back of his head, bouncing into the air.

“I got it!” Taehyung called as he sprinted towards the ball, jumping in the air to catch it. Yugyeom tried to follow him but he couldn’t keep up with Taehyung’s sudden burst of speed.

Taehyung tossed the ball over Hoseok’s head as he screamed, “Jungkook!”

Jungkook moved like the speed of light. One moment in BamBam’s grasp, the next twirling away and moving towards the ball. He jumped and grabbed the ball, twisting in the air and launching it towards the goal in one seamless movement. He landed on one knee on the ground as the ball hit the back of the net, Mark barely moving away from the post as he processed what just happened.

You and Yong-sun jumped into the air, screaming at the miraculous throw Jungkook performed. Jungkook turned sheepishly towards you, scratching the back of his neck.

Soobin blew his whistle, calling the end of the game. He held up his flag towards Jungkook’s team and the other side groaned. Namjoon approached the centre to shake hands with Jay B as Jungkook made his way over to where you and Yong-sun stood.

“Here comes trouble,” she muttered to you as she shot you look before moving to greet Jin.

“I won the game!” Jungkook gleefully announced as he stopped before you. “Which means I get to ask you out to dinner.”

You frowned at him, turning slightly as you heard BamBam’s knees hit the ground as he wailed into the air. Then your mind caught up to what Jungkook had said and their weird behaviour the entire game.

You slapped his arm. “Are you kidding me? You made a bet with BamBam to ask me out?” You slapped his arm again for emphasis.

Jungkook winced, holding his arm as he sheepishly replied, “Maybe?”

You shook your head as you groaned, “You’re both idiots.” You turned on your heel and walked away without looking back.

“But - the jump shot!” Jungkook called after you, moving to grab his bag before he followed you. “I made that shot for you.”

“Ah, young love,” Jin commented as he wrapped his arm around Yong-sun.

“Does he really not see the issue with what he said?” Yong-sun looked up at her boyfriend, her amusement barely concealed.

“Yeah, for someone quick on his feet, he’s not the most observant. I’ll teach him.” Jin nodded sagely as they, too, moved away from the pitch.

“Please don’t. It took you three years to ask me out.” Yong-sun giggled.

“But I got the girl in the end, did I not?” Jin pouted

“You sure did, honey.” Yong-sun sympathetically patted Jin’s chest. “But let’s let the kids figure this one out for themselves.”

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dripkingpetey · 4 years ago

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give me a chance-j.virtanen

a/n:this took me way longer than it should’ve but I've just had no motivation for writing lol (watch me not post another fic for the longest time-)

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“Y/n, I bet you’re the only girl that’s ever turned Jake down.” Brock said to you over the loud sounds of people talking in the background of the bar and he wasn’t wrong, any girl who Jake has every approached or even talked to would be falling in love with him right away but not you. You always used the excuses like “I’ve known him for too long, it would be weird.” Or “I just don’t want anything with anyone right now,” But all of that just made Jake want you more.

“He’s not wrong.” The young swede sitting to the left of you chimed in. “I’ve never seen anyone turn Jake down, you must have some anti Jake gene in you or something.” The three of you bursted laughing at Elias’ words before you took a sip of your drink. “I don’t know, I want something serious and I know Jake can’t give me that.” You said quietly but Brock and Elias definitely heard you as they exchanged a look to each other.

Jake came back to the area that all of you were seated and nuzzled his face into your shoulder, clearly very drunk. “Hey,” He grinned while slowly closing his eyes as he couldn’t help but drift off to sleep.

“Are you sure you guys don’t have something going on? Secretly fucking or friends with benefits?” Brock joked quietly, looking at you rubbing Jakes back and comforting him. “Seems like you and petey are the ones that are secretly fucking.” You commented at Brocks words and his face immediately turned red.

By the next morning you had completely forgotten what you had said last night, the only thing occupying your head was the pounding headache from your hangover. “Hey,” Jake grinned while taking a sip of water in his kitchen and that was when you realized you had fallen asleep on his couch last night. “You’re creepy, were you watching me sleep?” You joked and threw a pillow at him. “For your information, I was not. I actually need to get ready for practice.”

“Do you mind taking care of Bruce and Donny today? I forgot they had to go to the groomers.” Jake asked nicely knowing you would say yes. “Yes, but only if you hangout with me tonight.” You smiled at him as he nodded. “Count me in, okay I really gotta go get ready.” Jake pulled you in for a hug and a light kiss on the head before he rushed to get ready, you waited till Jake left to get ready for the day. You had clothes there from spending time over there so much so you grabbed a pair of leggings and your favourite hoodie of Jakes before you hopped in the shower.

You ran some errands before you had to pick the dogs up from the groomer, you sat them in the backseat before taking a photo of you and the dogs to show Jake you had picked them up.

i got the boys :)

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Is that my sweater?

maybeee

I’ll be home soon, should I pick up dinner?

nope, i already planned what we’re doing for dinner

You started putting away the groceries and grabbed the ingredients you needed for dinner, you decided to make burgers and salad for dinner since you knew it was Jakes favourite meal and he was dying to try out the new grill he purchased the other day.

“Hey.” Jake whispered right by your ear which made you jump while preparing the salad. “I already knew you were here,” “Yeah but you still got scared.” Jake chuckled at you and sat on the stool for the kitchen island. “What’s for dinner?” Jake raised an eyebrow at you before you pulled out the hamburger patties. “Burgers, you get to use the grill that you’ve been dying to use.” You smiled as Jakes eyes immediately lit up. “Oh god, you are a literal man-child.” You sighed with a chuckle.

Since Jake was gone on a road trip, you went over to his house to take care of his dogs and the house, it was the second game of their road trip when Jake got his injury.

You couldn’t help but sigh as you saw Jake get hit, he was against Dallas when Jamie Oleksiak collided with Jake. But the sigh quickly turned into fear when Jake was struggling to get up. “Oh shit.” You mumbled to yourself as the refs whistled and the trainer went on to help him. Jake slipped a little but got off the ice quickly with the help of Bo and Brock.

You watched the replays of the hit that they were showing on tv before you texted Jake.

i watched the game, call me when you can please.

You were half asleep when Jake called you, you quickly woke up from the call and answered.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Your voice was sleepy and Jake could tell. “Hey, I’m okay. Sorry did I wake you up?” Hearing Jakes voice made you calm down. “No, no its okay.” You mumbled, half asleep which made Jake chuckle. “I’ll be home tomorrow.” Jake quickly realized you weren’t listening when he heard your light little snores. “I love you” He whispered before hanging up to fall asleep as well.

You woke up early next morning and cleaned up around the house and waited for him to come home. “Oh god I look like a mess.” You mumbled as you saw a glimpse of yourself in the window. You quickly tried to fix your hair and outfit but quickly gave up and changed into a set of Jakes clothes along with a messy bun.

“Hey.” Jake said cheekily as he flopped himself on top on you, wincing a little from his injury. “Hey,” You mumbled quietly, now realizing you were asleep. “You’re home.” You grinned. “Would be better if it was our home though,” Jake winked as he whispered into your ear. “Jake,” You sighed as he kissed your cheek. “Y/n, just kiddinggg.” Jake said as he dragged on the ‘g’ and sat up on the couch.

“How was your trip? Well other than the injury.” You asked but quickly realized it wasn’t a good question to ask him. “The trip was pretty fun, but did you know the doctor actually said that cuddling will help out my concussion and my injuries?” Jake smirked as you looked up at him. “Oh really?” You teased, moving your body onto Jakes and burying your face in his chest while you traced the tattoos on his arm with your fingers. “Yeah, just like that.” Jake chuckled and rested his face into the top of your head.

Jake didn’t want anything super special for his birthday this year, just a little party at his place with close friends, which was surprising since Jake was a party guy.

“Morning, birthday boy.” You grinned over FaceTime to a half asleep Jake. “Hey.” Jake mumbled, pulling his blanket up to his head. “What do you want?”

“Woah, woah. I’m just trying to be nice and wish you a happy birthday,” You defended yourself as Jake laughed. “I’m just kidding, thank you y/n.”

You ended the call shortly after to go get ready for the day since Jake kept on whining about wanting to go back to sleep.

You snuck into Jakes house with your spare key, setting down the breakfast you had picked up from his favourite cafe. You tippy toed quietly up the stairs to Jakes room, trying not to wake him up yet. Sneaking into Jakes bed and cuddling up behind him. “Hey.” You mumbled against Jakes neck before giving him a kiss there. “Y/n?” Jake mumbled, chuckling a little. “How did you get in?”

“I have your key dummy.” You laughed, starting to play with Jakes hair and you knew he loved it. “I brought you your favourite breakfast.” You smiled as you saw the smile grow on Jakes face as well. “You did?” “Yep its in the kitchen,” Jake jumped up out go bed and headed downstairs as you sighed and laid in his bed for awhile.

Before you knew it, you had dozed off to sleep. Groaning as you woke up to the loud music playing downstairs combined with the sound of people talking. Making sure you looked presentable and awake before going downstairs.

“Hey, you’re up!” Jake exclaimed as you walked downstairs and greeted everyone, realizing that Jake was already very drunk. “The drinks are in the kitchen if you want one.” Jake grinned with his visible rosy cheeks. “Thank you.” You smiled at Jake and made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a red bull and taking a big sip so you can pour way too much vodka in the can than needed.

Completely tipsy and almost drunk, you found yourself sitting on top of Jakes lap with your face inches away from his. Jake softly but his hand on your cheek and you leaned in as well, realizing what you were doing and pulled away.

“Why won’t you give me a chance?” Jake whined at you pulling your face away from his. “Jake.” You mumbled quietly. “No, don’t give me that ‘Jake’ bullshit. Give me a reason.” “Its not that I don’t feel the same way about you, I do, but I don’t know what you want out of this and I want something serious, not one of your casual Friday night hookups, I want an actual relationship but I don’t think you want that.” You finally let it all out, the things you’ve been whining about to Brock and Elias, he finally knew.

It took Jake a moment to process what you said especially under the influence, but he tried to sober up before he could say anything else. “Just give me a chance y/n, I promise I can be the serious relationship you want.” You sighed at his words, knowing you needed another sip of alcohol before you could do anything else. “Tell me that in the morning Jake, when you’re sober.” You stood up and left the living room so you didn’t have to see the disappointed look on Jakes face, finding yourself in his bedroom and changing into Jakes clothes so you could drift off to sleep.

You woke up to Jake wanting to talk about last night immediately but you somehow successfully persuaded him to let you wake up and have a cup of coffee.“I know I haven’t had the best reputation with long-term relationships but I wanna try, with you. So just please, can we work this out?” Jake said quietly, he’s never had to do stuff like this before and you could tell he was taking it seriously. “You know how this is gonna end if it doesn’t go well right? I need you and I can’t lose you.” You said quietly, afraid to make any eye contact with him because you were tearing up at the thought of losing him.

“Then I won’t let it go bad.” Jake sat closer to you and tucked the loose strands of your hair behind your ear and he noticed the tears.

“You promise?” You mumbled, looking up at him. “I promise y/n.” Jake said while smiling lightly at you before you pressed your lips onto his and you could’ve sworn the kiss was out of a movie, it was perfect.

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sunflowersteves · 5 years ago

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Bloody & Bruised || Drinking Games

mob!bucky barnes x boxer!reader

𝒄𝒉. 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: You, Shuri, Gamora, and Wanda all head to a new bar in town. You see a secret area that’s restricted, and of course, Wanda wants to see what’s behind it. The breath you hold ultimately leaves you as you stare at those cerulean blue eyes again.

author’s note: soo i’m liking this series wayyy better than before and I think it just flows better. I really like it and i hope you all do too!

warnings: drinking, violence, blood, a little angst, smut, fingering, [18+ only!!]

chapter one // series m.list // m.list

You sighed, your hips joined Shuri's as you sat in one of the booths at the bar she asked you to come to the other day. You took small sips out of the stirring straw of your tequila sunrise. The sweet taste of syrup and tequila rushed down your throat, a nice burn following after. You’ve already had one before this, so you were getting quite buzzed.

It was nice feeling a bit dizzy as yesterday you were a ball of nerves from figuring out that the guy on the subway was a famous mobster. Shuri was luckily able to calm you down and promised to help you relax. You felt relaxed, considering you haven’t thought about him the whole time you were here.

You laughed as you watched a drunk Gamora try to get Shuri’s brother, T’challa, to go dance with her. Her words slurred together, but T’challa agreed as he was then dragged to the dance floor. There were bodies all around them, dancing next to them as they disappeared into the crowd.

You turn to Shuri to tell her something, but neither Wanda nor Shuri were paying any attention to you. You follow their line of sight to see them staring at a bunch of people walking into an area that looks restricted.

All three of you could see a bouncer in front of a doorway near the bar, letting people in and out of the secret area. Wanda’s eyes sparkled slightly, and you internally groaned. Whatever was behind that door, you wanted no part of it. You had a match tomorrow, and you didn’t want to get tangled in whatever the fuck.

Both Shuri and Wanda quickly turned to you with gleaming, begging eyes. You outwardly groaned at the sound of their pleas and begs. Wanda grabbed your arm and, you rolled your eyes.

“Please, please, please-”

“Alright, alright. We can try to get in, but if we-” Shuri and Wanda drowned out your sentence with cheers of victory. You chuckled beside them while they shoved you towards the doorway. The tall bouncer looked at the two of you with a raised eyebrow.

“Names?”

“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff.” She stares hard at the bouncer as he narrows his eyes and tightens his folded arms across his chest. His lips were in a thin line, clearly unimpressed by Wanda’s reaction. She leaned a little closer with sneering eyes.

“You don’t know who I am, do you? Heard of Pietro Maximoff? One of the wealthiest men in the city? Well, that’s my brother.” She looked at her nails as if she was bored with the conversation. “I wonder what he would think about his little sister being turned down?”

You and Shuri could only look at her wide-eyed at the scene in front of you. You never knew that Wanda had it in her to manipulate somebody like that with her money, it was kind of impressive considering she could never hurt a fly. You also didn’t even know her brother was some kind of wealthy businessman.

The bouncer stutters over his words and quickly moves aside, letting the two of you inside. You all cheer in victory and laugh together at the situation. “Damn, Wanda, that was harsh.” She just brushes it off with laughter as you continue down the hallway.

“Yeah, I bullshitted all of that. My brother works at that pizza place near my apartment.”

Your eyes look around the place, and it was not what you were expecting. You thought that it would just be a bunch of rich people snorting coke on a brunch of tables. You thought you were going to be bored as Wanda and Shuri bounced around to other tables talking to people.

You were quite surprised to see a bunch of people surrounding a boxing ring, with two shirtless men fighting each other. Shuri smirked next to you, but you missed it, completely enamored by what was before you. Wanda dragged the two of you towards the front of the crowd. In the middle, the group formed a circle while two men had wrapped bands around their fists while they punched and dodged each other.

Pounding sounds of cheering escalate as one of the men punch the other one in the face, his body going limp and hitting the hard floor. However, not everyone cheers as some have to cough up some of their money because they lost the bet.

The referee walks up to the winner as he yells in excellence and pride, then walked around high fiving those who had bet on him. The ref quickly grabs the boxer’s fist and yanks it in the air, the crowd still cheering as loud as they can for the winner. They start to die down, the referee trying to calm down the mob of people so he can speak.

“Who wants to challenge the winner?”

The referee scans the crowd, looking for any sign of an opponent willing to fight the winner. For a short amount of time, there was silence. Considering that this boxer was notorious for winning all of his rounds, nobody wanted to challenge him.

You didn’t know whether you were just dumb, or it was the liquid courage that was coursing through your body as you blurted out that you wanted to join in on the fight.

“I do.”

Your voice chimes through the silence of the ring; widened eyes glanced your way. The referee slightly hesitates before making a motion that beckons you forward and into the ring. However, not everyone has happy to see a woman challenging the winner.

“I’m not fighting a measly woman.”

Anger had coursed through your body, lying still on your stomach. All you did was roll your eyes at the boxer, a smirk coming forward across your face.

“You think I’m inferior, and yet you won’t fight me? It sounds like you’re more afraid that I’ll challenge your authority and obscene masculinity.”

Shuri and Wanda were backing you up with cheering while the crowd around the ring slowly started to join them. “The crowd wants her to fight, Jeff.” The man snarled at you as the referee gave you some bands. You took off the jacket that sat on your shoulders, which Wanda took immediately.

The referee paused, making sure that you were good to go before the match started. You were now facing your opponent, a smirk teasing your face. This was a terrible shitty idea, but you couldn’t help but feel giddy at the adrenaline that was bouncing around in your body. It felt good to fight other than those with rules and guidelines.

“Who are you fighting for?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “For?”

The referee points with his finger behind you, and you whip around. A gasp leaves your lips at the man sitting in what looked almost like a throne. There he was, James Barnes, the asshole that you met on the subway. He had three women surrounding him with flirtatious touches. He almost looked like a king.

Next to him, you recognized slightly as the henchmen in the subway. One was a man with blue eyes and blonde hair, and the other was a woman with fiery red hair. You assumed they were his most trusted partners.

Your eyes narrow slightly at the man, and you turn around, facing your opponent again. You never saw the Mob Bosses eyes dancing around you with a humorous gleam.

“I’m fighting for myself.”

The referee shrugged at you before locking eyes with James, making sure that it was okay you weren’t fighting for the mafia. You infer that he gives a nod towards the ref as he nods back before turning towards you, telling everyone that the fight was about to start.

You were given a mouthguard that you placed in your mouth. Your eyes flutter close, and you take a deep breath, letting your senses calm itself as you prepare to fight. The ref starts to count down from ten, looking at the two of you as the crowd starts betting on the guy in front of you.

You knew that no one was going to bet on you, none of these sexist jerks would be able to see how incredible you are unless you beat the shit out of this dude. To them, you have to prove yourself.

“Fight!” The referee breaks out of the ring, and your eyes snap open, watching the muscular man in front of you. He takes the first swing, which you were able to block easily. The crowd around you had gasped, definitely not expecting you to prevent that like it was nothing.

Your opponent narrowed his eyes and proceeded to swing another punch. Again, you dodged it with ease, and the boxer in front of you didn’t miss the sly smirk on your face. While he was distracted at thinking about his next move, you swung a right hook that connected straight to his jaw.

His body took the blow, and he almost fell backward, there was a bit of purple bruising already forming onto his now injured jaw. The crowd erupted in cheers and yelled at the amount of force you were giving. All Shuri and Wanda did was smirk, knowing that the man had offered defeat when you said you were going to fight.

The ref holds up his hand, and you stop for a second while he checks on the guy; he nods that he’s okay, and the referee jumps back into the crowd. The boxer groans in annoyance and narrows his eyes at your figure. He couldn’t even get a swing in and punch you in the face, which was something that never had happened before.

This time, he went for an uppercut just as he thought you were caught off guard by the crowd cheering again. However, he was clearly wrong. This time though, you completely stopped his movements. You had quickly grabbed his fist, his punch wholly deflated.

In fast movements, you quickly swing with your other arm and hit him square in the face, blood seeping out from his nose and onto your jaw, which you knew would be sore tomorrow. He stumbles slightly before looking completely stunned. His eyes were rapidly moving from side to side as his vision became blurry. He sunk to his knees, the crowd was now silent in shock.

Immediately, he was fully slumped to the ground now, eyes fully closed. The ref ran over to him, counting down from ten as he watched for any movement. He got down to one and was astounded as he looked at you, your face and body completely untouched.

Two punches, that’s all you gave for this man to be knocked cold onto the ground. You definitely weren’t fighting to just fuck around in the ring. The crowd had practically exploded, never before had they seen somebody K.O. someone in a matter of minutes.

Shuri and Wanda, on the other hand, were extremely pleased with the rich men giving them all their money. They were delighted to have them cough up their riches. You turn around to see the mob boss stare at you with a look that you couldn’t quite decipher.

However, his demeanor quickly changed into that of a cocky one as a smirk came plastered onto his lips.

“C’mon, doll, you’ve earned an award.”

Your chest was heaving up and down from the fight. You let your eyes trail from the top of his head down to his shoes.

“I’m good, oh so dangerous mob boss.”

A chorus of laughter left the red-headed woman at your remark while James just sneered. You were about to leave when his guards stepped a bit closer to you.

“Not even going to stay for a drink?”

A sigh escaped past your lips, knowing you didn’t exactly have a choice with his guards. You could take these two; however, you figured this whole place was riddled with them so it was probably a wiser choice to just roll with the flow.

You watched as the got out of the throne-like chair and fostered you to follow. Behind his chair was a red velvet curtain, which you assumed led to a private bar. His two friends, including the other guards, stayed still while you followed James into the private area.

It was quite dark and it was undoubtedly empty, not even a bartender was at the bar. It looked to be quite an old bar, lots of the finishing touches looked like they were from the twenties. He sat onto one of the barstools, swirling what looked like whiskey.

“So, Bronx girl, where’d you learn to fight like that?”

Your eyebrows shot up as his question; you definitely didn’t expect him to remember you. He grabbed an empty glass and slid it over to you, pouring you a glass of whiskey. His eyes flicker over towards yours, and he chuckles at your expression.

“You left quite an impression, doll. I’ve never been turned down before.”

A sly smirk appears onto his face when you roll your eyes. You take a sip of the whiskey and hiss a bit at the burn but then let the oaky flavor fill your taste buds.

“My dad. He was one of the biggest boxers in Morris Heights. He taught my sister and me how to box at a younger age. He always said he’d get in trouble one day, and he needed to know we’d take care of ourselves.”

His lips curled into a smile as he took a large gulp os his whiskey, his eyes never left yours.

“Bucky.”

You turn towards him a bit with confused eyes before taking another sip of your whiskey, now giving you numbness where your knuckles are bruised and bloody.

“That’s my name, my nickname anyway.”

You nod, turning towards him with a light smile. For the big bad and misogynistic guy that you met on the subway, this was someone you could potentially be friends with. Yeah, he’s a mob boss, but he doesn’t seem to see you as an object.

“Y/n.”

You don’t really know when the night progressed, but it very much did. Currently, your lips were locked with a certain mob boss and boy were his lips sweet. All night he would talk to you about old memories with his friends and he would even speak to you about his mother. You got to know who Bucky was, not some mob boss that rules over the city.

He definitely didn’t treat you like you were some object, so you were just hoping all his riches and fame were a ruse. He had treated you like a gentleman all night, and as you got a closer look at him, he was definitely more handsome than you remember.

His lips were engulfing yours, his hot wet mouth swallowing you whole. His velvet tongue made its way into your mouth, leaving trembling kisses. He tasted like whiskey and faded mint, which made your knees slightly weak. Your hands moved down to his chest, prompting a sweet groan to erupt from his throat.

Your back was pressed up against the bar wall, touching some of the bottles behind you. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his torso as your kisses became hungrier.

The whiskey bottle was long empty by now, the two of you had drank one whole. His hands were touching all over your body, from your legs to your stomach to your arms and your back.

You were both sloppy, tongues peaking out to wet each other’s mouths.

You whimpered when he squeezed your hips, his slick tongue flicking against yours. A chuckle had lifted off his mouth at the sounds you were making from his touches. Your head was spinning, and your heart wouldn’t stop pounding in your ears. His hands moved down to the waistband of your jeans, and he hurriedly yet gently unbuttoned them.

With your permission, which you gladly gave, his hand slowly reached down to stripe your slick folds. His middle finger circled around your entrance, which elicited a gasp from you.

“You’re so wet, doll. All we’ve done is kissin’, huh?”

All you could do was groan as he slid a finger inside, your walls slightly clenching at the feeling. Your hands were now pressed in a tight hold on his shoulders as he took his thumb and started to circle your clit. The sensitive bud felt good against his rough finger, your nails dug against his shoulder, which leads a dent in his tailored suit.

He wickedly smirks at the way you almost scream when he adds another finger, his throbbing cock was pressed up against your thigh.

“You feel so good against my fingers, babydoll. Your moans are like a song.”

You whimper as his fingers curl slightly, hitting the rough patch that was your g-spot. Your arousal was spilling out of you and onto his fingers, your clit was now very swollen and tender to the touch. He pressed fast, hot kisses against your mouth and cheeks, his tongue wetting every surface.

You sucked in a breath as his fingers started to go in and out faster than ever, trying to chase that sweet release. You were almost there, that coil inside of your stomach, and the nerves that circled your cunt was about to pop.

“Bucky, please, I-”

“That’s it doll. I’ve got you. Cum around my fingers.”

A few pumps of his thick fingers into your heat, and you screamed his name, not caring who heard at the moment. Your lower body shook with pleasure as his fingers were riding out your high, which he then gave you much praise.

His fingers were completely covered with your arousal. He never lost eye contact with you as he pulled his hand out from your pants and licked his fingers like they were lollipops.

His lips locked with yours as his hand lifted up to caress your cheek, and you tasted the sweetness of yourself. You grew dizzier, so you pushed your arms up to his chest, breaking your lips from his. You both sat there regaining strength, the sounds only heard was the club and you both panting.

“My place?”

You quickly nodded, not giving a fuck at the moment.

“Drax, get the car. Now.”

next chapter

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svtskneecaps · 5 years ago

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Walls Could Talk Part 31 ~ don’t say it

(Seventeen Fic, Superpower! Non-Idol! High school! AU)

You’re just a high school kid trying to survive your senior year. Seems simple enough. Problem is, you landed a major crush on a good looking transfer student, and unfortunately, the both of you are hiding some abilities that are a bit less than normal, and there’s a ghost you thought you buried in your past that’s rearing his ugly head. So… maybe this won’t be as easy as you were hoping.

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hello, thanks for you patience, prepare for pain. while you do that i’m going to learn manual turning in mariokart wii. pray for me.

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You ended up going to the show. Derek had taken so much from you already that you just couldn’t let him take this from you too. You’d called the police, you’d told your parents about the messages, you’d informed the director about the potential danger, you’d taken every step. You didn’t think he would go after the students, but you wanted to cover your bases.

The show was glorious. The lead actor dropped their prop into the audience and ad libbed it away masterfully. Jun, watching from the wings next to you, nudged your side and brushed away an imaginary tear. “They grow up so fast!”

At the show’s end, you helped the kids get out of costume and put their props away, and you congratulated them on their successful performance. There’d be one final meeting to watch the recording and have some cookies, just to celebrate, but until then you sent them off to their parents and prepared to face going home alone.

“Hey, Soonyoung was making some noise about having a little post-show get together at our house,” Jun said. “You want to come?”

You glanced away from where you’d been staring at the side door contemplatively. “I--” wait, really? “Yeah, okay.”

“Awesome,” he said, and he grinned in that way that always made your stomach get lighter. He swept into a deep bow like the one he’d taught the lead in the play. “May I escort you to your carriage?”

You were probably blushing harder than you had in your life, but you took his arm. “You may,” you said. “Thank you.”

His family joined you as you made your way around the front, which took some of the tension out of your shoulders (but nothing relieved the tension more than your quick glance at the police cruiser sitting in the parking lot, who informed you loudly in a self-important voice that there had been not a peep nor a whisper of Derek the whole night).

You waited for their cars to leave before you pulled out of the parking lot, partly to ensure they’d get home before you arrived, and partly to ensure that should Derek suddenly make himself known, you’d be there.

You didn’t want to see him, but you wanted them to see him without you even less.

Soonyoung answered at the first knock, pulling you inside with a huge grin. “Congratulations on a great show!”

“The kids did most of it,” you deflected almost on instinct.

“He congratulated as many of them as he could find too, don’t worry,” Joshua said. “C’mon, Seungkwan ordered pizza.”

Time sort of fell away for awhile. At some point Vernon produced the game of Risk from a cupboard, and then you asked if they had Monopoly, and everything sort of dissolved into chaos from there as you introduced them to the hellgame combination that was Riskopoly. You played the role of banker and referee, since there weren’t enough pieces for everyone and someone had to have an eye on the rules. At some point they knocked Jun out of the game and he sat next to you, and at some point you started yawning, and at some point he took over the bank, and at some point you ended up lying against his side, watching Seungkwan get three straight rolls of 1 while trying to advance into Jeonghan’s country.

Later, you couldn’t remember when or how you’d gotten there, with his arm wrapped around your side. You couldn’t remember last feeling so at ease.

Eventually, though, you remembered time was a thing that existed, and finally checked your phone.

“Shit,” you said, seeing several texts from your parents. “It’s like 1 AM.”

You looked up and could tell just from the looks they were giving you that the 95 line knew about Derek.

“You want to stay the night?” Seungcheol offered without hesitation.

“Can I?”

“Of course,” Seungkwan said, glaring into his hand as he prepared to roll the die again. “I’ve still got to decimate Jeonghan and I can’t do that if the referee’s gone.”

“Ooh, that’s a big word,” Vernon said cheerfully, organizing his three Monopoly bills. “Sure you can do it?”

“Of course I can!”

(he threw the die for a reasonable roll of two fours and a five, which Jeonghan immediately destroyed with a pair of sixes. “Next time we play this you’re reffing,” Joshua said)

They produced an old T-shirt for you to change into overnight (and you could just tell it was Jun’s even though nobody said so; it was exactly his style and it smelled like his cologne). You put your hair up to quickly wash your face before heading into the basement.

Jun was rummaging through a closet when you got down. He tossed a couple blankets onto the couch. “I hope that’s enough,” he said. “It gets pretty cold down here.”

“It’ll be fine,” you said, despite knowing extremely well how cold you get (and how cold your town gets this time of year).

He turned to look at you, and paused. “Your hair’s up,” he said.

“Oh-- yeah.” Your hand flew up to touch it. “I-- was washing my face.”

“It’s cute,” he said. On instinct you turned to hide your face, playing with the wispy bits of hair by your ear.

You jumped when you feel his gentle touch on your fingers. He pulled your hand down and something in your chest changed as you realized your scar is on that side.

“When you said you knew the damage his ring makes. . .”

You pulled your hand away gently, tugging the hair tie out and letting your hair fall to cover the scar again. “Yeah,” you said. “That’s what I meant.”

You didn’t look up; you knew what his face would look like. You’d seen the expression on your parents, your nurses, your therapist-- you didn’t want to see it on Jun.

“Y/N,” he said, “I. . .”

“If you’re going to say sorry,” you said softly, “then don’t. I’ve heard it from everyone.”

You could see his hand reaching out like he wanted to take your hand again, but he dropped it again.

“I won’t let him get near you again,” he said. “If you want me to.”

“I don’t want it to come to that.” You scooted around him, picking up the blankets from the couch, if only to wrap your hands in them. “I don’t-- I don’t want him to be near you. I--”

You choked on the words.

His face changed, then, and now you knew why Minghao had said you would know if he knew. He looked at you and there was a new shine in his eyes.

“Y/N,” he said, “I lov--”

“No.” You stumbled back, the backs of your knees knocking into the couch and sending you down. “No, don’t say it, I can’t-- you can’t, Jun, I--” (either the room was spinning or you were) “There’s too much I haven’t told you, I can’t--” you shook your head-- “I can’t do that to you. Please, I-- not yet, please.” You hadn’t told him about the hospital, or your power, and yes it was silly to be afraid to tell him that, he read minds for god’s sake, if anyone would understand your ability it would be him, but the hospital-- you didn’t want to think about it, let alone tell him (you hadn’t even told Minghao yet). “I want you to be able to leave if you don’t-- if you can’t-- if it’s too much for you, if you learn it all and you can’t--” (someone had to be sucking all the air from the room because suddenly your lungs weren’t filling enough)-- “can’t love me anymore.”

“There aren’t any secrets you have that could change my feelings,” he said, and repeated it in Mandarin like that sealed it.

“Please-- please don’t make promises you don’t know if you can keep.” You crushed the blankets against your chest like if you cracked a rib your lungs would find room to expand again.

“Okay,” he said. “But-- I needed you to know. And I-- I want you to know, when you’re ready to speak, I’m ready to listen.”

You didn’t think you’d ever be ready. “Thank you,” you said anyway.

He gave you a soft look, and you found your breath catching in your throat in a way that had nothing to do with the fear thrumming in your veins (a softer, more pleasant kind of anxiety, and some part of you made the connection between this and his false proposal in the Walmart parking lot).

“Good night, Y/N,” he said, and you heard the I love you.

“Good night, Jun.”

Next >

(next part Wednesday, May 13)

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ajokeformur-ray · 5 years ago

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I got somethin: write headcannons about Erileck. Your own, personal view. Gotta give my favorite ship some love, and also more ideas when I write you stuff 😈💜

OMFGGGGG omgomgomgomg skskksskk I’ve been stockpiling this for a few days bc I gotta think even though it’s my relationship sksksk but I hope this hits your OTP spots + helps as a future ref.

This is written in 1st person bc it’s Joker + I. I hope that doesn’t bother anyone skkssk this is gonna be so much fun I’m hyped!!! There’s no organisation to this lmao so there are jumps all over the place pfft.

Warnings for mentions of trauma, anxiety, depression, also smoking, swearing. Also NSFW bc duh xp

Word count: 3, 207 (woops?)

Questions or comments on my relationship with Joker are welcomed!! I’m sure there are things I haven’t even considered skskks and ngl I do love talking about our relationship pfft.

Joker and I… sksksk I’d be lucky.

Someone like him loving someone like me??? Ridiculous. A dream.

Someone like me loving someone like him??? Don’t be silly.

… And that’s precisely why we work so well together.

We choose to love each other each and every single day. Again and again, no matter what, we find the time to come back together at the end of a long, exhausting day.

I was with Arthur from the very beginning of the film.

I bumped into Carnival outside Kenny’s Music, and I stood to the side to watch him spin that everything must go! sign.

I’m scared of clowns but something about this clown captured and maintained my interest and so it was that once this particular rendition of Temptation Rag was over, I approached Carnival and sincerely thanked and complimented him on his performance.

Both of us blushing, both of us unsure, but neither of us can resist the almost magnetic pull which the other gives off. So I invited him to coffee and dinner (and I paid for everything, of course) and neither of us ever looked back.

I fell in love with Arthur before I even knew his name, and when I love it’s… intense and I fall hard, and I fall fast, and I can never stand back up.

I’ve been told before that I love “too intensely” and it’s “too much” for people (I was told this by my abusers so I suppose they were lying but… it’s a very open, raw wound which I battle daily), but for Arthur the way I love is just right. He needs that clinginess, that reassurance.

I’m already in tears thinking of everything I feel and everything I want to say lmao…

I turned my entire life upside down for him without a single regret, forethought or anything like that, and I never looked back sksksksk.

I stayed with him as Arthur and I did everything I could for him - bought his prescriptions, bought him food, helped him to keep the apartment clean… there were arguments because he thought I was merely looking at him as a charity case, or he was wary in case I was just after something…

But with time, patience and persistence I managed to get Arthur to be at least comfortable around me.

We fell in love together but neither of us said anything. We’re both too shy, too scared of rejection…

I don’t know how we got together, it’s just that one day I stayed overnight at Arthur’s apartment to help him take care of Penny and to take care of him, so exhausted was he…

… And I never left.

I was with him through it all and I made it known only to him that I was proud of him every time he stood up for himself. They all had it coming, anyway (I have a flexible morality lmao).

I love his jokes; he and Bill Hader are my favourite comedians (shush I know Bill wasn’t around in the 80s but work with me) and I adore it when he shares them with me.

The darker the better, imo. My favourites are the ones you laugh at because there’s no other reaction to give.

But I digress.

So. Present day.

He’s Joker and oh, if I thought I loved Arthur…

I have a very deep, very raw and passionate love for Joker. He is… he’s my entire world and I love him so much I’m tearing up while I type this. He’s so beautiful it makes me cry daily.

Every time I cry because of how beautiful he is, I go straight to Joker. He deserves to see how loved he is. Sometimes I get upset because I don’t feel satisfied with the level of love I’m showing him; it’s never enough and he deserves more.

This most often happens at night, because I get very Soft™ at night.

As such, Joker and I have a very special nightly routine.

We spend all day thinking about it but we don’t do this particular thing until nighttime, when we can put our lives away and just soak in each other’s presence.

I cry very easily. Happy, sad, angry, frustrated, upset, elated, joyful, sorrowful… any mood you can think of, I will cry if the emotion reaches a certain intensity.

It’s not unusual for me to come into the living room late at night when I’m in my pyjamas (an oversized t-shirt and a pair of undies - yes, even in winter lmao just pile on the blankets) with tears in my eyes, for whatever reason.

Every time Joker looks up to see this sight, his eyes roam over my body and he smiles, a soft “awwh” leaving his lips as he straightens his legs so I can sit down on his lap.

I sit on his lap and cup his painted face in my hands and I smother him in kisses. I start off slow and then I speed up as the love within my heart grows, and Joker always ends up holding my wrists in his hand and giggling under my touch.

It usually ends up with one or both of us crying. Joker’s so shocked and so awed that I’m still with him even now, and I just love him so much I can’t do anything else.

Joker’s lap is the best seat and it’s my favourite.

I study there, I sit there, I sleep there.

Cockwarming is also a common occurrence.

If he’s sat a certain way so I can’t sit on his lap, I’m not afraid to press down on his uppermost knee so he straightens out so I can get comfortable on him.

“Can I have my seat back, please?” or “You stole my seat” are common ways of asking for him to move for me.

He is also my clown blanket skkksksk our favourite sleeping position is for me to lay on my back and for Joker to lay atop me. He becomes everything I can feel and his head rests either on my chest or on my stomach, depending on what he wants. My hands are in his hair… and we sleep.

So, naturally, there are copious opportunities for Joker to love me awake ;) many a morning do I awaken to the sensation of fingers gripping my hips, holding me down while he worships me with his mouth.

We don’t do NSFW things .v. often, we prefer to cuddle and just be close.

Both of us are virgins and shy ones at that, lmao, so it took awhile for things to even get to that point.

We discovered we just prefer to cuddle over full out sex; less messy, for one.

Full sex is usually for the times when words aren’t enough; after an argument, or when either of us is especially sad or just needs something.

When I want to do this, I usually say, “how about you werewolf and go wild on me now?” and he howls before breaking out in laughter, which I stifle with a kiss…

If Joker wants to, one look from him and I just know. He doesn’t even have to say anything.

My answer is always yes. There’s nothing I won’t do for him and he knows it; it’s okay, though, because he’s the same way for me. We balance each other out really well.

During the rare times I’m awake before Joker is, I’ll kiss him awake; his face, his neck, chest, those adorable soft curves on his stomach…

Any and every excuse which I can think of do I use to love him.

It’s a daily goal to love him so hard that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He deserves nothing less.

I steal his red blazer… often.

If Joker can’t find it, it’s either in the wash or I’m wearing it.

As soon as he takes it off, I’ve got it cradled in my arms, holding it to my face to hide my smile. I wear it when he isn’t, I sleep in it when I miss him (even when he’s right there beside me I still miss him), and I often use it as a pillow.

“Are you sure you don’t love that blazer more than you love me?” // “No.” // Any pout he gives me is kissed away and he giggles against my lips because he got what he was after all along.

We can’t sleep without each other. Joker needs to know that he’s needed, and I need to know that my clown is there for me to keep me safe from the things which my mind tells me are in the dark.

Joker does get annoyed with me sometimes because we both know I’m scared of the dark and I have a vivid imagination, and those two things are difficult to handle on the best of days, but I also love horror films.

Slasher ones are my favourite but I also really enjoy the ones which are dark, gritty, the ones which are based more in the psychological than obvious jumpscares.

I know how Joker can get when I watch them, though, so I tend to watch them when he’s out of the apartment or when there’s nothing else to do.

He never stops me from watching them because I’m a grown ass woman, but he makes his disapproval known by by saying he won’t be comforting me that night when I get too scared to turn the lights off.

In the end, though, there isn’t much he can say because he has unhealthy coping mechanisms just as I do, so he wraps me in his arms and hides my face in his chest or in the crook of his neck. “Close your eyes so you can’t see it’s dark.”

“I love you” is said often between us.

And never just once: “I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you - “ it can and will be said multiple times.

It makes the other person giggle and get teary eyed. We’re slightly obsessed with each other and we love the way we love each other.

There are other ways we say those three words, spoken too much yet never enough:

“You got what you deserved, Joker” // “I suppose I did.”

I wear my outfit sometimes and go out in it, and on rarer occasions (I have acne so I have to be careful) I even do my face like his.

When I really make to say ‘I love you’, I’ll do both. It never fails to make him cry.

The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra is our song, as is The Carpenters songs Close to You and Yesterday Once More.

Every time those songs are on, Joker spins me into him and even though I have two left feet, he dances with me.

The slow, eerie dances he does are my favourite and I love watching him. He knows and he loves it. He always throws me a wink and it never fails to make me blush and emit such a high pitched noise that I feel compelled to pull my shirt collar up and over to cover my face entirely.

Joker always coos and plays peekaboo with me when I do this to coax me out of hiding.

Neither of us want children but we have two pure black rescue kitties whom we love dearly!

That’s Life is another favourite. I love that song and it never fails to make me smile, even when I don’t want to. I play it every day and Joker always dances with me. We prefer the instrumental version; it reminds us of the simpler times when he was still the unseen (not by me, by Gotham in general) Arthur Fleck.

Aaa, Fleck…

I proposed to him. Kinda.

Joker wanted marriage from day one but I was unsure; I despise the institution of modern marriage but one day I caught sight of a ring I liked the look of in a magazine and I took it over to Joker.

I didn’t say anything, I just held the magazine out at that page for him to take, barely able to speak was I through the depths of my emotions.

It took him ten minutes to stop laughing before he dipped a hand into his blazer and withdrew a small box.

Neither of us said yes and neither of us said no.

We just put the rings on the other and that was that.

The next day, I went and got it registered with a cackling Arthur in tow.

I can be emotionally distant at times; if I’m feeling too much, I tend to withdraw into myself rather than upset Joker by burdening him with what I’m feeling.

He hates it when I do that, though a lot of the time I’m not even aware I’m doing it, and it upsets him and then he withdraws from me.

When Joker starts to pull away from my kisses and stops accepting hugs, that’s usually my holy shit what the fuck, Erika? moment and then I do my best to apologise to him.

I’m always forgiven after it’s made clear that I hurt his feelings, and then we don’t let each other go for the rest of the night.

When I need a reminder of why I love Joker or when I just need to see him for all that he is, I watch his segment on the Murrat show (that’s not a typo - I know what I said.) and I’m sobbing in seconds.

*sigh* “Why do you do this to yourself, Erika?”

“I needed to - you were in so much pain and I - “

He pulls me to him and shushes me. I tuck my face into the warm crook of his neck and lavish him with kisses and I just hold him and hug him as hard as I can and I apologise again and again.

Joker doesn’t understand why I watch it sometimes and tbh neither do I but I do and he always comforts me even though I feel like I should be comforting him.

As I said earlier, I’m scared of the dark and I drink as much coffee as Joker smokes (I can easily reach 18 cups a day. Easy.), so night times are... interesting.

It can take up to an hour for me to sleep. Not really because of the caffeine (I’m used to it by now and I feel calmer with it than I do without it) but because I just can’t get comfortable or because I’m convinced something just moved in the corner of the room.

Even with my nightlights, I’m still scared.

It annoys Joker when he’s really tired or trying to sleep and it’s not unlike Joker to grumble “lay the fuck still” and wrap his arms around me so I feel obligated to stay still for him.

Joker never holds me so tight that I can’t move, though. I have trauma relating to body autonomy so he makes sure that I know I can move if I want to.

I prefer to sleep either on my back so I can have my clown blanket or on my side so I can face Joker. I keep my phone by my bed so when I miss Joker or need to see him at 3 AM I’ve got pics and GIFs right there, scared am I that I’ll wake up and he’s just a dream and I’m alone again, so I appreciate seeing him when I wake up in the mornings.

Sleepy morning sex

He’s also at perfect liberty to start things when I’m still sleeping, too.

I gave him an all time free pass - that is how much I trust him. It was the biggest display of trust I could think of, and I’ve never gone back on it or regretted it.

I really just want Joker to know, to know, that he’s loved and cherished. I do my best to let him know that he can be his entire self with me, that I want him to, and he does the same for me.

Fair’s fair though so I’m at liberty to start things when he’s sleeping, though I rarely do because he sleeps so little as it is because insomnia, nightmares etc.

We steal each other’s clothes a lot of the time.

I wear really baggy clothes (my shirts can pass as short dresses) so Joker fits into them easily.

Joker’s very needy and physically affectionate and clingy and even on the days when I don’t want to be touched (again, for trauma reasons), I still allow him to do with me as he pleases.

Not because I feel like I have to, but because I trust him and I know I’m safe with him. When I’m with Joker, I’m the safest woman in the world.

We only use each other’s names - Erika and Joker (Arthur for serious situations) - when attention is needed now or when it’s a deep situation which requires total candour.

Otherwise, for me it’s “my girl” (I melt every time), “my Erika”, “my Queen”, and then generics like darling, sweetheart, love, angel.

For Joker, it’s “my Joker” (he melts), “my King”, “my clown” and then generics like darling, angel, love, honey.

We do anything for each other and we always do small gestures for each other; Joker makes me a cup of coffee and I slip a cigarette between his thin lips before I light it for him. He changes the batteries in my nightlights without saying anything and I hand scrub the blood out of his clothes while it’s still fresh.

Things like that tell us, even without words, that we want it to work.

When he comes home from whatever he does as Joker (I don’t ask and he doesn’t tell), I check him all over. Any bruises, scraps, cuts...

The ‘rule’ is this:

As long as he comes back home to me without even a paper cut, then he can do what he wants as Joker, the reputation he didn’t want or ask for.

We do everything together and with each other and of course we get space from each other when it’s wanted or needed; a lot of the time we’re in the same room doing our own things.

We argue, though I’m not sure what about - but we always make it up to one another. We don’t go to bed angry, either, and we both get upset during fights so tears are shed and wiped away, apologies whispered against trembling lips.

It’s not an easy relationship and there are probably things I haven’t even thought about lmao, but we work hard and the amount of love we have for each other is so strong and so deep it’s bigger than both of us.

We choose to love each other every single day, no matter what, and that’s why we’re still together

Erileck met: 4/10/2019 // married: 26/3/2020. We skipped the engagement. We’re in love and we know it, so why wait?

#jokershyena #requests closed #erileck #this is intensely personal #im so nervous i legit feeling sick posting this

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wolfhertz · 4 years ago

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30 Questions Quiz!!!

I think this is the first time I’ve ever done something like this, but I was tagged by @katninjagirl97 and it looks like fun. Why not?

Name: Jillian...or Jill...or really anything of that variation. Hell, I’ll even answer to “hey you”. Though online I mostly go by “Wolf” or “Wolfheart”.

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Virgo

Height: Like...5′2, 5′3. I did not inherit the gift of height like my siblings did.

Time: 2:50 am

Birthday: September 18th

Favorite Bands: Gosh that’s a hard question to answer....Does Broadway count? Most of my music is from musicals, movies, video games, etc. not gonna lie. If not, The Crane Wives are a recent find of mine that I absolutely love. Same with Hidden Citizens (very good for that intense, cinematic music).

Favorite Solo Artists: Tommee Profitt (also that sort of intense, cinematic, movie trailer-esque music, though a bit more orchestral) also, Karliene (she sings a lot of folk music and things like that. Definitely recommend looking her stuff up on Youtube 10/10).

Song Stuck In My Head: “Running with the Wolves�� by AURORA (specifically the version from Wolfwalkers, which I haven’t watched yet but REALLY want to) It’s been in my head since I found it a few weeks ago, I swear.

Last Movie: Hmmm...I mean...I’m watching Troy (2004) as I write this for my Greek History class. Not finished yet tho. It’s kinda meh, but it’s mandatory.

Last Show: Gosh I haven’t sat down and watched an actual TV show in so long....This is gonna sound nerdy as hell, but my family and I watch Jeopardy during dinner most nights. Does that count???

When Did I Create This Blog: Late 2019, if I’m not mistaken. December or November, I think.

What Do I Post: My own art (which I haven’t done in MONTHS...Art block mixed with school is a deadly combo), other peoples’ lovely art and writing, and pretty much anything I find interesting, important, or funny. I also kinda use it to archive stuff I like in general, like drawing refs and tips.

Last Thing I Googled: “How long did it take to send a letter from Europe to North America in the 1700s?”....I’m a history nerd, this shouldn’t be surprising. The thought just randomly struck me and I was curious. The answer is roughly 2-3 months, if you’re wondering.

Other Blogs: Nah, just this one.

Do I Get Asks: The odd time, but mostly only when I do prompts or art challenges.

Why I Chose This URL: Oh god....It’s the same as my DeviantART, and I created it when I was 11 or 12 during my Warriors phase. Don’t judge me. We all had one and some people still like it and there’s no shame in that. Though I have been thinking of changing it to something slightly different lately. Hmm....

Following: 124. They’re mostly other artists, fashion (both modern & historical), themed art blogs (tutorials, sci-fi, etc.), and just some funny ones (like...I follow one blog that specifically only posts funny medieval manuscript drawings of animals soooo....).

Followers: 283. I don’t know many of you guys, but I appreciate y’all very much!!!! ❤

Average Hours Of Sleep: Can be anywhere between 5 and 9. My sleep schedule is kinda a mess...

Lucky Number: 3 or 4

Instruments: I used to be able to play the flute, but I haven’t in years.

What I’m Wearing: A tank-top and jean shorts...Because you know, that’s a totally reasonable thing to wear in the middle of winter in Canada.

Dream Job: Hmm...Probably anything revolving around history or art. I’d love to teach history tbh, as a teacher or prof. idk yet. I used to want to be a Concept Artist, which is still definitely something I’d be open to!

Dream Trip: I’d love to do a tour of western Europe tbh. Like, England, Ireland, Scotland, etc. See all those old castles and everything. 😍

Favorite Food: Pretty much any seafood. Especially fish or shrimp. Love that stuff. Or any breakfast food really. I love that stuff.

Nationality: Canadian 🍁

Favorite Song: THAT’S EVEN HARDER TO ANSWER THAN THE FIRST MUSIC QUESTION....It changes depending on the day...If I had to say right now??? “Jenny of Oldstones” by Florence + the Machine (I haven’t watched Game of Thrones yet, but I really want to). It gives off good and sad vibes at the same time, idk how.

Last Book I Read: Hmm....I haven’t finished a book in a while, but I’ve been working my way through Assassin’s Creed: Forsaken by Oliver Bowden the past few months. Very good so far! But also very sad. Why do I always get attached to asshole characters with sad backstories that make me wanna cry???

Top Three Fictional Universes I’d Like To Live In: Oooooh....Marvel is definitely one (get me some cool superpowers or magic, ya know?). Hmm....maybe something like Harry Potter (screw J.K Rowling tho, I just want magic powers). Aaaannd...maybe Skyrim? That could be cool!!! Ride around on dragons and shit, become badass warrior or mage, be a werewolf or vampire, so many options!!!

As for someone to tag....oof...Imma be honest I don’t know many people on this site. 😅 Maybe @bayheart if she’s feeling up to it since we’ve been chatting lately! No pressure though. 😄 And also anyone who would like to do it!

#ramblings #tagged challenges #but yeah this was fun!!!#feel free to do it if you guys like!!!

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irwinkitten · 6 years ago

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champion | c.h

pairing: boxer!cal x plus sized oc notes: first off, thank u to my lovely @calpops for making this moodboard for me. (eve ur the best). secondly, this has been a work in progress for literally months. pretty sure i sent a first draft idea to @cakesunflower and it’s only spiralled since then. thank you to everyone who has had sneak peeks and supported me as i wrote this beastie of a fic. i was gonna have smut but then i decided i couldn’t be bothered to write it lmao but i hope you all enjoy this fic regardless. I lowkey fell in love writing Arienne and I hope you all love her too. word count: 14k (will i ever not write so much, the answer is probably no.) warnings: mentions of violence

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Ari had never been one to leave her comfort zone when it came to trying something new.

She would do what she could and then either abandon whatever idea she’d had or ditch out first chance possible. The only problem was, she couldn’t ditch out tonight because the one person who said they’d stick around, abandoned her the first chance possible, finding himself the seats with a girl he barely knew. And she was surrounded by people who were loud, obnoxious and quite simply put, terrified her.

She found herself being shepherded to one of the closed off areas by the boxing ring and watched in awe as people didn’t bother to check her ticket or ask who she even was.

“Ring side seats girlie, don’t worry ‘bout it.” One of the managers-she’d assumed-told her when she tried to explain that she wasn’t with anyone who was partaking in the match. So for once, she decided to not look a gift horse in the mouth and watched as the spectators started to get more amped up for the match.

More than once, people side-eyed her, a few questions being yelled at her.

“Hey big girl, who you with? Because we’re pretty sure you ain’t here with the boxers!” Ari felt her face flush in embarrassment as she tried her hardest to ignore those remarks. But it was difficult when it caused more than a few looks to be sent her way.

The-assumed-manager stepped up.

“She’s here as a guest with me, shut the fuck up before I take you for twelve rounds myself.” The sneer on his face seemed to do the trick as the comments died down then and he turned to Ari, a smile on his lips. “I hope you don’t mind, I think that way you have a credible reason being here. I’m Ashton by the way.” Ari couldn’t believe her luck.

“It’s not like they’re yelling things I haven’t already heard. But thank you. I’m Arianne. Ari for short.” Ashton slung his arms across her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Well they’re fuckin’ assholes. You here to cheer on my boy?” At his question, he watched as she seemed to take on a sheepish look.

“This is my first match I’ve ever seen. My friend, Paul, he got these tickets saying it was a birthday gift for me, but I know better. He ditched me the second some pretty little blonde wanted his attention.” She explained softly and Ashton frowned.

“I’ve barely known you five minutes doll, and I wouldn’t want to ditch you if I took you out for a treat on a day that’s meant to be your day.” Ari shrugged.

“Used to it.” The explanation had Ashton sigh before muttering under his breath.

“Well doll, looks like you’re about to get the best birthday treat. My fighter is Calum Hood, he’s against Darren Tarkston. And how about afterwards, since your so called friend ditched you for some little thing that ain’t gonna want him after she got what she wants, we take you out for a celebration?”

And even with how he worded his request, Ari had a suspicion that he wasn’t about to take no for an answer. And he watched as she scanned the crowd, a hard look crossing her face before a sigh left her lips.

“Fuck it, yeah. Sounds like a better birthday than I’ve had in years.” And Ashton beamed at her a the ref stepped into the ring.

The first opponent was called out, the crowd yelling their approval as he stepped into the ring. Ari watched as he seemed to flex a bit too much, his eyes taking in the crowd that had been briefly lit up and a smirk on his lips.

“Show off.” She scoffed quietly. Ashton heard and didn’t bother to hide his laughter.

“He plays up for the crowd, but he’s sly. Cal is holding onto his title, but this kid could very well knock him down.” Ashton explained as the crowd died down once more.

The second that Calum’s name was called out, Ari cheered with the rest of the crowd, but the crowd was going absolutely nuts. And she could see why.

He was handsome. Toned body that came with the job territory, tattoos and a smirk that made her own lips curve up as she yelled her support with Ashton.

By round three, it was obvious to her at least, what Calum’s tactics were. Whilst Tarkston favoured over kill, trying to get as many punches in to cause a KO, Calum hit hard and fast, but sparsely.

As they crept closer to the final round, Ashton went over to give words of encouragement to Calum, clearly saying something that caused Calum’s dark eyes to where Ari stood, a wide smile on her lips. His own twitched in response before muttering something in return to Ashton who beamed and she overheard ‘knock the fucker down!’ from Ashton before he returned to her side.

“He good?” The crowd was gearing up, getting louder in anticipation.

“Yeah, he’s looking forward to celebrating this win and your birthday. He loves a good reason for a party and a birthday celebration is always a favourite of his.” This had made Ari laugh as the bell rang and she watched as he seemed to gain a second wind.

She flinched away from the punch that he’d landed which she was sure broke Tarkston’s nose. But they kept going. For a second, it looked like Calum was going to hit the floor, but then he recklessly shot himself forward and Tarkston hit the floor.

The bell rang again and the crowd erupted into screaming chaos, Ari joining in as Ashton wrapped his arms around her in joy.

“He fucking did it! Knew he could! C’mon, you’re with me till the place clears out.” And before Ari could argue, Ashton had taken her hand in his and was pulling her through the walkway towards the ring to collect Calum.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” Ashton yelled as Calum descended the steps and seemed to throw his weight onto Ashton. “C’mon bud, we need you upright till we get to the back. I promise we’ll be going out.” The promise was enough to help Calum keep his body upright and momentum forward.

He’d barely acknowledged Ari and she half smiled at the sight. She couldn’t blame him, twelve rounds with a fighter who clearly knew his stuff? Ari was impressed that he was still standing upright.

As they reached the changing rooms, Ari slid to Calum’s other side, watching as his body sagged. He glanced at her, dark eyes frowning as she shifted his arm over her shoulders and then he remembered Ashton’s words before the knockout round.

“I bet you’d pack a punch on the wrong guy who tried to chat you up.” Were the first words that left his mouth and he wanted to hit himself. But she laughed softly as they finally got him to his area, setting him down on the bench as the rest of the team started to flood the room. A hand reached out, roughly grabbing Ari’s shoulder.

“You shouldn’t be back here ya cheap nasty.” The british accent threw Ari for a loop as she stumbled and Ashton’s hand seemed to shoot out from nowhere, steadying her from falling flat on her face.

“This is why you’re on your last warning Terry. You don’t fucking listen. I told you that Ari was with me, but no, that bit of information didn’t have big tits or a scrap of fabric covering her cunt.” He snapped and Ari watched as Terry flushed a dark red, his eyes dropping to a scowl.

“It’s not like I assumed she was a groupie. Too much of a fat fuck to be one of those.” The room went very quiet and Ari let out an exhale.

“Cal, you know what you said earlier, as we were coming through?” Ari called over her shoulder, eyeing Terry carefully who didn’t seem to care as he stepped closer to her.

“Hood is in no condition to come to any of your rescue.” Ari caught Ashton starting to move and she smiled at him, the smile disarming both him and Terry.

“That wasn’t what was asked of him.”

“I remember what I said, doll.” At this, Ari’s smirk seemed to widen in amusement, the change in demeanour making Terry glance around. As he looked up from her eyes, over to Calum, her arm pulled back before snapping forward. There was a satisfying crunch followed by a variety of yells as Terry stumbled backward, shock on his face before he hit the floor.

“That attitude of yours won’t get you any kind of woman, big or small. Next time, ask me who I am fucking with before you decide to lay any kind of hand on me and be glad that I only broke your nose.” Ari stepped away, knowing that she was most likely about to get into trouble.

What she didn’t expect was a round of applause as Calum started laughing whilst he was being checked over. She could feel her heart racing in her chest as she looked up and found herself being met with a smug grin from Ashton, a beaming one from Calum and looks of awe from the rest of the team.

“He’s had it coming to him for weeks. We had bets that Cal would be the one to knock him down, but you didn’t even hesitate.” One of the team members with ‘TRAINER’ printed on the sleeve of his t-shirt muttered.

It took another minute before a noise escaped from him and Ashton had already sat Ari next to Calum, indicating to the medic that she needed to get her knuckles checked over ‘just in case’ he’d said. The medic didn’t argue, however as he finished up with Calum, a smirk on his lips as he moved to Ari’s giggling figure, he made sure to take his time, especially when Terry began making noise about not being seen yet.

“Ladies first, dirtbag. Also consider this your last match with Hood.” Ashton’s authoritative voice cut through the whining, Terry falling silent as he scowled at the floor.

“What, gonna hire the pity party?” Ari raised an eyebrow, snorting at the remark.

“Heard that one before, try again.” The few that had scowled at Terry for the comment, stared at Ari in shock. This girl who they’d barely met, and they already loved her.

“What about fat piece of job thieving shit?” Ashton opened his mouth to protest the comments, but Ari held her free hand that wasn’t being examined, up.

“If my weight is the only insult that you can come up with, maybe I knocked that second to last brain cell out, leaving you with one to try and think of a reasonable insult. I’ll kindly fucking remind you, I’m almost certain I gave you that broken nose. I will not hesitate to ruin this good medic’s work and give you a pair of black eyes to match.”

Calum full on lost it, his arm wrapping over Ari’s shoulders as he laughed, half leaning on her as a hand gripped his bruised ribs. Ari immediately felt bad, knowing that he’d already taken a battering that night. She felt her phone buzz. She ignored it.

“Ashton, if you don’t hire her, god damn I’ll fuckin’ marry her.” The medic finished up with her hand, the light bandage wrapped around her knuckles.

“No more bare knuckle punching, ma’am. If you want tips, talk to the guy who’s turning into a hyena.” This made Ari grin as Calum’s arm tightened a little bit more, his lips dangerously close to her ear.

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll teach you how to do a knockout punch.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that, Hood. But you need to recover first.” He scoffed before taking in the almost stern look on her face and it was only a second of hesitation before he nodded his head.

“Deal.” Ashton’s jaw dropped in shock.

“Ari, what magical power did you just use? Because Calum Hood always argues about needing to train, even when he’s battered up and in pain. But he didn’t fight you.” Calum flipped off Ashton as Ari raised an eyebrow, a few members of the team nodding at Ashton in agreement.

“It was the magical persuasion of deal making. He’ll get to teach me, but only if he recovers.”

Calum beamed at her in return before his eyes turned to the medic helping Terry up to his feet.

“I’ve done what I can, but you need to head to the hospital to get the nose set in place before it starts to heal wrong.” That was when the unintelligible complaining started and soon disappeared as another team member hustled him out of the changing room.

“So now that both myself and Ari have been patched up, how about that celebration? A birdie told me there was a birthday as well.” Calum’s eyes landed back on Ari who laughed.

“Considering that birdie wasn’t even stealthy when he told me the plans before your knockout round, I’m fine with it. I—I don’t—I’m not really dressed for clubbing though.” Ari found herself growing a lot more warmer as Calum eyed her outfit, his eyes trailing from the dark wash skinny jeans that she wore, over her curves, taking in the loose top that wasn’t tight but it hinted at some shape to her waist.

“We aren’t clubbing. We’re heading out to a restaurant first and then we’re heading to mine for a house party in celebration.” Ashton explained and it settled the decision for Ari almost instantly.

“C’mon, you can’t turn this down, not after knocking Terry out like that.” The trainer called out and Ari giggled.

“When you put it like that...” She trailed off, earning a collective cheer as the guys each introduced themselves as Calum disappeared to shower and change. They all peppered her with questions about her age, what she did for a living, if there were any boyfriends on the scene.

Her heart sank at the reminder.

“I thought there was one... He brought me here today and well, he told me he had feelings for me but---” She sighed. It wasn’t unusual for men to do this to her, she’d played that rodeo so many times, but it still caused the dull ache to appear in her chest, the wounds from childhood never truly healed.

“Well we’re going to make this the best damn birthday ever. And I think we’re going to have to keep you on the team, even if you knew nothing about boxing before stepping into the venue.” Ashton teased, making Ari giggle.

Calum was paused around the corner, his heart lifting at the sound of her giggle, his own mind escaping him. He’d always protected his heart from vultures, gold diggers and those that wanted the reputation of being the cause of his anger.

His lifestyle wasn’t always the best, but since the consecutive hold on his title, things were looking up and he knew that the girls would come in their droves for a chance to sleep with him. But this girl, barely known to him for less than twelve hour and he knew that he was smitten with her.

She’d held his attention in ways those other girls wished they could. And despite what rumours circulated around him, the only other person to know his type was Ashton. And Ari fit his type perfectly. Her laughter broke through his mind once more and he made his way around the corner.

“What joke did I miss?”

“Ashton’s look when I told him that I won’t tell him my wiley ways.” Calum smirked at that and Ari could feel her chest flutter.

“He’s always been a drama queen, don’t mind him doll. However, I’m ready for some food and celebrating. We heading out?”

The team had already swapped their clothes around whilst he’d been getting changed, and Ari found herself situated between Ashton and Calum, her eyes watching as they got slightly rowdy as they entered the nearly empty venue, only the last of security and cleaners were there now.

As they exited, it seemed that people had decided not to linger in the cold.

“Ari!” The familiar voice made her heart sink as Paul sauntered over, a smirk on his lips with a visible hickey showing as well as the red lipstick stains.

The team had already moved ahead but paused when they’d heard the new person of their groups name get called out. Both Calum and Ashton eyed him warily, knowing that this was the person that she’d likely spoken about in the changing rooms.

“C’mon baby, we’ve gotta get back. I need to drop you off and then I’ve got Jazz coming around later.” She could feel the tears stinging her eyes. He claimed he had feelings for her, yet all these girls were throwing themselves at him and he wasn’t stopping them.

She’d had enough.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m actually being taken out for my birthday, y’know, the day you said would be special but turns out you tried to fucking ruin?” His eyes widened almost comically as he finally took note of the two people she stood between.

“You know they don’t want you around, it’s likely a pity party for your birthday. C’mon, I’ve got a spot on the way home saved just for you.” And she could feel her chest ache. How she liked him, she couldn’t understand.

“Pity party? Is that all I’ll ever be in your eyes? Someone to pity because no one will date the fat girl? Am I a pity fuck because no one else will touch me? I can’t believe I even admitted to having feelings for you.” The disgusted look finally seemed to comprehend in his mind and she watched as a flash of panic crossed his features.

“You know that ain’t true baby, I really do-”

“Don’t you dare say those words!” She hissed, tears burning in her eyes. God, she hated the fact that her anger made her cry. But she was hurt.

“Fine then, want me to be honest? Yeah, I flirt with you because no one else would. I slept with you as a fuckin dare but you weren’t a bad lay. I kept you around because I knew that if I couldn’t get anyone, you’d be more than willing since no one—”

For the second time that night, Ari’s fist pulled back and snapped forward.

For the second time that day a body hit the floor, his hands cradling his face as he yelled, watching her in awe and fear.

She stepped forwards but two sets of hands stopped her as she felt her chest rip in half.

“I’m the best goddamn thing the world has fucking seen and you threw that right to be my friend away. Don’t text me, don’t talk to me, don’t fucking show up to my home ever. You’re a piece of shit and I honest to fucking god wish I’d never met you.” She sneered out at him, her tears falling at an alarmingly fast rate.

Calum and Ashton were gently pulling her away, surprised at the little resistance they face considering she seemed ready to launch on the guy only moments before.

The quiet conversations between the other team members helped bring her back to reality a Calum sat her in on the edge of the trunk of the medic-Carl’s car, his fingers taking the unbandaged hand and eyeing it carefully as the trainer-Todd, held up his phone flashlight so he could see properly in the dark.

Ari could feel her tears, but she was past the point of caring.

“Fuck my win, we’re celebrating you tonight.” Calum finally hummed from his spot next to her. Her eyes snapped to him in shock and he grinned. “You not only knockout two guys, but you helped my manager fire the biggest pain in my ass and it’s your birthday. I’ve won enough matches to know it’s the same kind of celebration. Fuck that. I’m celebrating your birthday.”

“It means people can’t fawn over him is all.” Ashton supplied playfully and Ari gave him a tearfilled smile in return.

“He has you guys to do that already.” Came the weak response and it triggered off a round of laughter, Calum’s pout at her only making it funnier, which had set off her own giggles as she used her free hand to wipe the tears from her face.

“Can I trust you not to go punching anymore people now?” Carl gave her a stern look and she flushed in the darkness.

“Yeah. I didn’t mean to, but at least I didn’t punch him with the one already bandaged.” She pointed out and Carl shook his head at her in amusement as he packed away his kit.

“You can ride with me, doll.” Calum murmured softly when she realised they were all grouped around various cars.

“Sure.”

“Ash, you gonna ride with me?”

“More like I’m driving the fucking car. Get in the backseat, dumbass.” Ari laughed as he pouted but handed over his car keys and slid into the backseat. Ari sat in the front with Ashton and soon they were driving through the city.

“I was going to call the restaurant to amend the booking, since we lost Terry, but we picked up our girl here so the numbers should be okay. I know that Kenny called ahead and warned them that it was a rowdy bunch celebrating a birthday.” Ashton’s eyes flickered to the windscreen mirror before looking over to Ari. “I hope that’s okay with you?”

“Too late to ask me that, Ashton, since I’m already in the car coming out with you guys.” Ari half grinned and Calum snorted.

“I’m more than okay with it. I’d rather celebrate her birthday instead of the fact I knocked someone out.” His tone was excited and Ari turned her head to see the beaming grin on his lips.

It was quiet conversations between the three of them as Ashton pulled up to the restaurant and Ari could feel her insides churn as she spotted photographers lurking in wait. Ashton followed her gaze and a sigh broke from his lips, drawing her attention from the paps to him.

“Cal, you’ve got two options, mate.” A groan escaped from the backseat.

“What are they?”

“Either we let Ari head in first, I know the guys are probably inside already.” Ari understood then what they were talking about. Was it worth getting spotted with an unknown girl, and the headlines that could potentially follow?

“Fuck it. Ari, stick close to me.” Calum finally muttered and Ari could feel her hands trembling as he slid to the door on her side and climbed out. She followed suit and immediately there were flashes and calls of his name.

“Hood, how was the fight?”

“Calum, who’s the piece on your arm tonight?”

“Hood is she a good lay?”

“Fuckin’ vultures. Keep your head down low Ari and if they try to grab for you, don’t hit them.”

Ari’s hands trembled and Calum wrapped his arm around her shoulders, lifting his middle finger up towards the cameras as they walked to the restaurant doors. Ashton was behind them, his own middle fingers up as they got to the doors of the restaurant and Ari pulled the door open, ducking inside fast.

Once both Calum and Ashton were in, she took in low deep breaths, both sets of eyes concerned as he pulled herself together.

“Just get me a drink and I’ll be fine.” She finally muttered and Calum smiled, pulling her into the main area of the restaurant.

It wasn’t hard to miss the group they were with, the loud chatter coming from the large table. Once the three of them joined, there were yells of ‘happy birthday’ in Ari’s direction and she laughed as they settled down and orders for drinks were made.

“Okay, so tonight, yeah I kept my title. But I’ve got enough of those. Celebrating this beauty’s birthday though? Not enough titles in the world to hold a candle to this girl. She knocked two guys flat out and still coming out.” Calum hollered over the noise and Ari found herself flushing as the group laughed and toasted her with a cheer.

The conversations as they ate, ranged from any possibility of taking Calum’s title off him, to where she worked. They then started discussing the future matches with possible competitors as well as the upcoming title matches he had.

Whilst there was a loud debate going on between Calum and the team, Ashton leaned his arm across the back of Ari’s chair, capturing her attention immediately.

“When I said about hiring you, even though you knew nothing about boxing, I wasn’t kidding. I need a girl who knows numbers. That was Terry’s job. He was an ass, but he was good.” His voice was loud enough for her to hear, but quiet enough that it didn’t break into the current debate.

“What numbers are we talking. Tax figures and payroll of betting?” And Ashton chuckled.

“Bit of both. We like to know if people are feeling the underdog or rooting for him. But it’s entirely up to you, doll.”

“I’ll consider it. I’m good with numbers, don’t get me wrong. But you’ve gotta think of his reputation right now.” Ashton scoffed.

“Calum’s never cared for his reputation.” Ari bit her bottom lip to stop the words she felt were too personal for someone she’d met less than twelve hours ago.

Ashton noticed this and sighed.

“Be honest, please.”

“He might not, but I’ve barely known him for six hours and I already do. I can already see the headlines that are going to come from those photos with me, let alone the news flooding out that I’m now on the team. People won’t take me seriously because there will be assumptions that I slept with him for the job.” Her words were rushed and quiet and Ashton paused before nodding.

“If I find a temporary fix, say for the next season run, will you give me an answer by then?” Ari nodded.

“I can do that.”

When the group reached Ashton’s place, the party seemed to be in full swing. People were still congratulating Calum on his win and he shrugged it off as he pulled Ari into the kitchen.

“C’mon doll. It’s nothing like college parties.” The tease had made her laugh a lot more than she’d intended, but he’d insisted on her drinking whilst they ate, since Ashton was driving.

After pouring two shots out, clinking glasses and downing them quickly, chased by a swig of beer, he hooked his arm over her shoulders, keeping her tucked into his side as he began to make his rounds through the people.

The second anyone asked “who’s the chick tonight then?” Calum would promptly thank them for coming to the party and move on to the next person. Ari felt confused by that behaviour until he actually introduced her to someone.

“Luke! This is Ari. She knocked down Terry and her, what was he, a fuck buddy?” He turned to her and felt a twinge in his gut when her face twisted at the label.

“I guess. Thought what we had was more, but it wasn’t.” She shrugged before shaking Luke’s hand.

“It’s her birthday, so we’re celebratin’ that too.” Calum called over the music and more yells of ‘happy birthday’ rang through the air from the people that had heard Calum’s words. Ari laughed as she drained the last of her beer.

“Nice to meet you birthday girl, you gonna stick around for breakfast in the morning?” Ari shrugged and Calum frowned at that.

“Don’t know. Don’t wanna gatecrash anything.” Luke snorted at that and Calum laughed.

“You knocked Terry out, I’m amazed Calum didn’t propose on the spot to you.” Calum flushed. “You’re part of the group now, Ari. You’re gonna be coming to breakfast with us.” Luke smirked, his eyes flickering to the grin that Calum wore once she nodded in acceptance.

Leaning closer, under the guise of pulling her in for a hug which she obliged with, he spoke loud enough for her to hear, but softly enough that Calum missed it completely.

“You might not understand it now, but don’t worry, we’ll have your back.” The confusion must have showed because Luke grinned when he pulled away.

“Like I said, don’t worry. Anyway, Cal you’ve still got rounds to do.” And with that, Calum had his arm hooked around Ari once more and he was pulling her with him as he greeted people.

Luke’s words made sense the following morning. Her face was plastered across online tabloids with headlines that ranged from curious to downright insulting.

Her hangover wasn’t as bad as she’d suspected it to be, but when she pulled herself from the guest bedroom that Ashton told her to stay in, the world began to spin and she sucked in a deep breath to quell the nausea.

“If you need to throw up, bathroom is the door to your right.” She shook her head before clamping her lips shut.

Ari made a hasty getaway from Ashton as she stumbled into his bathroom, the contents of her stomach reappearing in the toilet bowl.

A warm hand rubbed between her shoulder blades and she appreciated it as her stomach rolled.

“Too much alcohol?”

“Tabloids.” She finally whispered and Ashton made a noise from the back of his throat that was more disgusted than anything.

“Fucking vultures.”

When she made it downstairs, pouring herself a glass of water, Luke and Calum were already up and sat in the kitchen.

“How are you feeling about what’s been said, Ari?” Calum questioned and she shrugged.

“It’s stuff I’ve heard before. But, seeing it plastered over various sites, it’s frightening.” Luke shot her a sympathetic look.

“Looks like you’re with our group now, regardless.” And the shy smile he received in return made him grin as they began to plan for breakfast.

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From that first day, Ari found herself submerged into Calum’s life. He was quite protective of her especially, despite knowing that she could easily handle herself.

But having her approval of his actions and words wasn’t something he sought out. But he knew she appreciated them.

Whenever a new article popped up because they’d gone out for a night out, there would be seven more with quotes from him redirecting the conversation away before straight up telling them to stop prying into her life just because he was her friend.

The media nearly had a field day when he’d slipped up in an interview and talked about the night they met. It was a moment where he was so impressed that he was speechless. What she hadn’t expected was him being honest enough and admitting that he’d spoken the words “if you don’t hire her, I’ll marry her.”

That had been a very bad month.

Ari had switched off every notification for her social media, the influx of comments which disparaged her weight, her life. She felt like she was under a spotlight and it burned sometimes.

Calum hadn’t realised how bad it actually was until he’d made the decision to visit her unannounced.

Lifting his fist, he knocked harshly on the door, hoping that Ari would hear over the music that was blasting through her home.

“C’mon Arienne, what are you playing at?” He muttered quietly as his fingers tried the handle. When he found the door locked, concern flooded him.

Using his spare key, he got into her house and immediately tossed his keys onto the side cabinet and headed upstairs. That was where the music was the loudest and he’d bet against himself that she’d be there.

The problem with betting against himself meant that there was no satisfaction at being right.

Pushing open the door, he froze at the sight of glass scattered along the carpeted floor. Very carefully he stepped in and noticed that the full body length mirror had been shattered.

Then he heard his name.

“Cal!” His alarm spiked at the sight of Ari sat against the wall, an empty wine bottle next to her with shards of glass surrounding her.

Then he noticed the blood on her hands and he had to stop himself from flipping out. Then he really studied her face.

Tears were rolling down her cheek, her bottom lip wobbling as he approached her slowly.

“Ari, sweetheart. What happened?”

A fresh set of sobs escaped her lips and Calum found himself more alarmed as her head tilts back, hitting the wall with a bit of force.

“Fucking people. Sayin’ such shit and makin’ me feel like I’m a kid. Don’t they think I look in the mirror everyday and find everything about me that I hate?” Her words were slurred, barely put together, but Calum could get the gist of it.

He knew that the media tabloids had been particularly brutal towards her, especially after they were photographed a couple of nights ago.

“And then it felt like all I could see was their words and I didn’t wanna see them any more, and I broke the mirror but it’s made a mess and it hurts to clean up.” Calum moved over, crouching next to Ari, and she looked up to him, her eyes rimmed red as tears continued to fall down her cheek. “I just wanted them to stop.”

It took everything in Calum to not cry at her words.

“C’mon sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up and I’m pretty sure there are some episodes of Good Omens on.” He helped her up, making sure not to touch where her hands were cut, instead grabbing her forearms and pulling her up.

Ari didn’t protest as he led her away, heading to the bathroom. He made her sit on the toilet seat, stopping her from wiping her face with her hands more than once.

“Trust me, you do not want blood all over your face sweetheart.” She stared at him, the tears still falling but she nodded anyway, allowing him to clean the cuts that the shards had caused before wrapping her hands up.

“I’m no Carl, but you don’t need stitches. I think that can do for now, don’t you?” His tease earned a weak smile from Ari and he didn’t even hesitate to take her hands, placing soft kisses against her bandaged palms.

It didn’t take long to get Ari downstairs and she doesn’t even protest when he forced her to sit on the couch while he cleaned up the glass.

That was when he found another two empty bottles of wine and he realised how drunk she had to be for this to happen. The Ari he knew would have protested far too much and argued that she was okay.

Then her words hit him again and it felt like a gut punch when he realised that she didn’t see herself the way that he saw her.

Thankfully the blood on the floor was minimal and it was easy for him to clean. Years of getting blood on his clothes had taught him how to get blood out of fabric.

By the time he’d returned downstairs, Ari had switched the TV show over and he could see there were more tears. So he settled next to her once the glass shards were in the bin and the cleaning products were away.

She didn’t fight his embrace as he pulled her into his side and she allowed herself to cry, every emotion just flooding past the barriers she always held up.

“I’ve got you sweetheart. I promise.” Calum whispered into her hair.

He wasn’t too sure how much more time had passed, but Ari’s sobbing had slowed down to the point that it was just her breathing and he realised that she’d fallen asleep. Shifting her so that her head was resting on his lap, Calum couldn’t stop himself as his fingers traced small patterns on the back of her neck, fingers occasionally tracing her face before returning to her neck.

He was angry on her behalf, to see her so broken. It was a shock for him but it hurt him to see Ari so downtrodden.

His phone went off and he checked the messages, realising last second that the whole intention of coming around to see Ari was to bring her out to one of Ashton’s house parties.

Snapping a photo of her, he sent it to Ashton.

‘Not leaving her. She broke down in tears, so I’m staying with her. Have fun tonight though dude.’

Thankfully, Ashton understood and didn’t tease Calum too much. Calum knew he’d get more ribbing from Luke at one point, but he was content to just spend the night like this.

Part of him knew that he was in deep with her, but by this point, he was beyond caring. He knew this woman inside out and it only made her more endearing in his eyes.

When Calum woke up next, he hadn’t realised he’d fallen asleep, but they’d shifted in the night.

Ari was pressed into the back of the couch, her arm around his waist. He knew that he was on the edge, but it was the most comfortable he’d felt in weeks.

“Please tell me this is a drunken dream.” She finally whispered and Calum laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“‘Fraid not princess. But don’t worry, that was actually the best night of sleep I’ve had in weeks.” His voice was quiet, raspy. And she giggled before burying her face into his chest, a groan escaping her lips.

“I shouldn’t have drunk that much. You didn’t have to deal with that.”

“Don’t care. You needed a friend. It’s a good job I dropped by when I did.” A sigh escaped her lips as she just held him close, and his own arm was thrown over her waist, fingers tracing her lower back gently.

“Thank you Cal.” She finally whispered and he smiled.

“Anytime, princess.”

After that, Calum was definitely more affectionate with Ari. And she didn’t complain, but she often sent him confused looks when his head was turned. But she loved the attention that he gave her, because the way he looked at her, it made her feel invincible.

Before long, Ashton had convinced the two of them to come around for a quiet get together. It was only the team at Ashton’s, a couple of beers in the garden in the sunshine.

“So Ari, anyone you got your eye on?” Luke teased, a smirk growing on his face as he watched her eyes dropped to her lap before she looked up once more, shaking her head.

“No chance Hemmings. You’re not getting that info from me.” And he snorted out a laugh in return.

“C’mon. If you wanted a piece of me, all you have to do is ask.” And he and Ashton exchanged grins as they watched her press her lips together, rolling her eyes at the two of them.

“You’re cute Luke. But you’re like a string bean. I feel like I’d snap you in half if I straddled you. But you do have the blond locks in your favour. So that’s something.” The group laughed as Calum returned, his brows furrowed for a moment before Ari threw him a questioning look.

He met her gaze before grinning, shaking his head slightly, indicating he was fine before rejoining the conversation, ignoring the pointed looks from his best friends as the conversation turned away from potential crushes. That was a territory that they did not need to know about.

—

Ari had never been by herself to the gym where Calum trained. It wasn’t a place where she was most comfortable, but Calum hadn’t come back to her place like he was supposed to, so she’d headed over to the gym, knowing he’d be there.

The gym looked empty when she arrived. Swiping the keycard for entry, after getting persuaded by Calum to join up, if only so they had a place to train, she made her way to the sound of a punching bag being repetitively hit.

As she entered the open hall, Ari leaned against the door, watching Calum as he continued his attack on the punching bag, muscles defined as he went through the routine.

“I can feel your eyes on me.” He called when he paused, his head resting on the punching bag.

“You didn’t arrive when you said you would. So I decided to drag you back to mine, kicking and screaming.” She sauntered forwards and he finally turned. Her eyes didn’t waver from his face, despite the temptation to do so, and he could only chuckle.

“It was either gonna be you or Ash. Alright, let me shower and change, doll.” He closed the distance, leaning down to place a soft kiss to her cheek before he continued on to the changing rooms.

Ari let out a soft breath of air once he’d gone through and her hand raised to touch the skin his lips brushed.

She knew he liked her, but part of her consistently told her that it was a ruse, that he couldn’t like a big girl like her.

She waited by the door of the gym, smiling as he came out, a fresh tank and sweats.

“C’mon handsome. It’s movie night before we head out on the road trip tomorrow.” She grinned as he slung his arm across her shoulders once they were out of the gym and the dark cool air swept over both of them.

He couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw her car parked next to his.

“I’ll see you at yours then, gorgeous.” He squeezed her shoulders before heading into his own car. He waited until she had peeled out before following her.

There was a part of her mind that was telling her that he was just having her on, that he wasn’t interested in her. And it made Ari feel even worse than before because she knew that when it came to Calum, her heart would beat faster every time he showed her any kind of affection.

As she peeled into her driveway, she made her way into the house just as Calum pulled up, so she left the door open for him.

Once the slam echoed to the kitchen to let her know that he was in the house, she held up a beer for him, making him laugh as he entered, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“That’s my girl.” The casual comment had Ari blushing as she shoved him from the kitchen in return. Silently, she prayed that she wouldn’t completely give herself away with her reactions.

Once the film was going, Calum had shifted so that instead of sprawling his feet across Ari’s lap like normal, he’d let his head rest on her thighs and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.

“Comfortable there, kind sir?” Her words were a tease, trying not to let herself freak out.

“Comfiest thighs in all the realm.” He shot back with a cheeky grin and she rolled her eyes.

As the film drew on, she found herself running her fingers through his hair, a noise of appreciation escaping Calum’s lips as his body seemed to mould to the sofa.

“Love it when it’s just us.” Calum murmured softly. Ari couldn’t help but watch how his face relaxed as he turned so that he was looking up to her.

The temptation to kiss him was overwhelming. She clocked as his eyes met hers before drifting down to her lips and she could feel her heart hammering in her chest.

She hasn’t realised that she was leaning forward until he was centimeters away and she could count each eyelash if she wished to.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” His words were a breath and Ari could feel the heat rush to her cheeks.

Before she could utter the words, a soft ‘kiss me’ on the tip of her tongue, the doorbell went off and they jolted away. Calum’s head fell back into her lap before she hurriedly moved him so that she could answer the door.

She missed him breathing out a soft “fuck” as she did so.

Opening the door, Ashton and Luke were stood there with wide grins. And just in that second she wondered if they knew how close she’d been to kissing Calum.

“Why are you at my house? We don’t leave till tomorrow.”

And that was when she noticed their bags in their hands and she groaned.

“We figured it’d be easier if we started off already here.” Ashton explained and Ari sighed before letting them in.

She heard Luke exclaim Calum’s name and her eyes met Ashton’s. He cocked an eyebrow and despite the fierce blush that appeared on her cheeks, she shook her head and shut the door.

The following morning, once the two cars had been packed, they waited for the others to show up. She knew that a handful of their friends would be making their own way later on, so once it hit eleven, the third car pulled up and she was greeted with the familiar faces of Carl and Richard, making her grin as their girlfriends exited the car and pulled her in for a hug before they could reach her.

“Not like we’ve known her longer.” Carl snarked making Ari giggle.

“I’m another female. We gotta stick together on this road trip so we don’t fall into any idiotic plans the shared braincell between the lot of you comes up with.” Ari retorted, earning playful scowls as they made sure they had everything packed.

She realised that her stuff had been placed in Calum’s Cadillac. She ignored the look that Ashton gave her as she got in, the shouts hollering around her as they pulled away making her laugh.

The silence wasn’t so awkward between the two of them, at least, not until Ashton shouted at the two of them to behave and Ari’s cheeks went bright and Calum groaned. The noise sent her chest into a flutter, briefly wondering if he was embarrassed at Ashton trying to insinuate something. And her anxiety skyrocketed.

Calum noticed the way her hands nervously tapped her thighs, the rhythm completely different to the rhythm and at the next red light, he took a glance and could see her face and he could see the anxiety in her features.

“What’s going through your head, doll?” The question made her jump, and he frowned as she gave off a nervous laugh.

“It’s nothing. I’ll be fine.” The words were muttered too quickly and before he could contest her words and point out she wasn’t fine, she turned up the radio.

Ari knew she was being childish about it, but she knew that actually voicing her fears was going to make them very real.

An hour into the journey, Calum pulled off into a layby, motioning to the others to keep going. Ari could feel herself shrink at the hoots that came from the cars and Calum sighed.

He killed the engine, the stretch of road with fields either side quiet in the glorious sunshine. With the top down, Ari could feel the sun on the back of her neck, and she tilted her head back, trying to quell the anxiety in her stomach.

“Is this about last night?” Calum finally asked and Ari could feel his gaze on her as she let out a shuddering sigh. “Arienne, talk to me.” And she nearly begged him to say her name again, the sound of it sending a shiver through her spine.

“Yes.” She finally admitted, her head lifting from the seat and turning to face Calum. His face fell at her answer.

“I’m, I’m not sure I understand, Ari.” He finally admitted and her lips pulled up into a kind smile that was just her.

“I don’t think you would understand, Cal.”

“Then help me understand, dammit Arienne.” His voice remained level, and she turned on the seat to face him. He shifted himself closer and Ari wasn’t sure if she was glad of the joined seats or annoyed about them.

It took her a moment, jumbled up words unable to form as he stared at her, dark eyes holding her gaze before she blew out a sigh of air, fingers tapping her thigh gently.

“You never had the issue of people making fun of your weight Cal. You said so yourself, soccer star and boxing star, friends with everyone and could date anyone you wanted. I didn’t have that. I had kids make fun of me, tell me that I would never find someone who loved me.” Calum opened his mouth, but she placed her hand over his lips.

He gave her a disgruntled look in return.

“Let me finish.” She waited until he nodded before withdrawing her hand.

“They’d try to find out if I liked someone and embarrass me in front of them and their friends, They made it impossible for me to be honest with my feelings to anyone, especially when they teased me, saying how only desperate men would want me as a last resort.” She could feel the first tear falling and a bitter smile appeared on her lips. “They made me so insecure about my emotions that I just told myself no one would want me.”

Calum’s fingers lifted, capturing the falling tear and she could feel her heart hammering in her chest.

“I so desperately wanted to kiss you last night. I know I told myself as I was growing up to not give anyone control of my emotions. But here I am.”

Calum’s fingers curved around her face, his fingers holding her chin gently.

“You’re right, I don’t know how it feels. But I also know that I like you, and it’s not some kind of joke. You’ve known me long enough to know that when it comes to my feelings, I’m all or nothing. How many girls have you seen me with, since I met you? How many times have we drunkenly told each other of our worst heartbreaks, letting no one else see that side of us? Arienne, you have to believe me when I tell you that it’s you that I like, and no one else.”

“Calum, the look on your face every time Luke or Ashton would make a comment, it just reminded me of being in high school and being embarrassed by the other kids, because the person who I was crushing on didn’t return my affections. You literally groaned when Ashton teased us earlier as we left.”

Calum sighed before shifting closer, his other hand reaching over to cradle her face.

“I groaned because he’s been teasing me for weeks. They’re fucking relentless sometimes. But I do genuinely like you Ari.”

Ari could feel her heart rate pick up as he leaned closer, his eyes searching hers for any hesitancy.

His phone rang and both of them closed their eyes in frustration, her head resting against his shoulder. But he wrapped his arms around her instead.

“Luke or Ashton?” He muttered and she laughed.

“Either way when they go on dates, we’re doing the same thing.” She grumbled into his shoulder, making him laugh as he answered the phone.

“Why are you bothering me, Irwin?” Cal switched the phone to speaker.

“Ooo, someone got lucky?”

“No, someone was trying to talk to him. Where are you guys?” Ari responded and there were soft oo’s in the background. She rolled her eyes as she slid back to her side, only for Cal to have her slide closer to him, passing her his phone as he got the engine started.

“About fifty miles ahead. We’ve stopped for some gas and food so we’ll hang about for you guys and then hit the road again. We should make it before sunset still.” Calum drove from the layby, putting his foot down on the gas.

“See you in a bit then.” Ari cut the call and once he was cruising, Calum slung his arm across her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Now that her words were out between them, it was definitely more relaxed, but she could also feel the charge between them. When the gas station came into their sights, Ari slid away from Cal, giving him a small smile at the hurt look that flashed across his face.

“I don’t want to give them ammunition, Cal.” Understanding flashed across his face as his fingers sought out hers and he lifted the back of her hand to his lips.

“I would say fuck what they think, but after how you’ve explained it I can see why you’d be so hesitant. And that’s fine.” He grinned and relief flooded her as he let their hands drop between them as he pulled into the gas station.

“You want me to get us some food whilst you fill the car?” Ari asked and he grinned at her in return.

“It’s like you read my mind. Here, put it on my card.” He handed her the black card and she stopped herself from arguing that she could pay.

Calum knew she could pay, her job paid her well enough. But he was never hesitant to cover the bill when he was with Ari and she learned that he would find ways of giving her the money she’d managed to slip into his wallet, back. So instead of arguing, she rolled her eyes playfully, earning a chuckle as they both got out of the car.

Flipping off Ashton before he could say anything as they shouted their greetings, making the group laugh, she went into the store, meandering through the aisles, picking up some snacks for her and Calum to have once they hit the road once more.

Once her arm was filled with two sandwiches, some snacks and a couple of drinks, she made her way to the register.

“Pump six as well, please.” She glanced to the car to see Calum sat on the hood, talking to Luke as the others messed around, waiting for her to get out.

“$42 in total ma’am.” She handed the card over with ease, collecting the rest of the items in her arms. She took the card back and tucked it in her back pocket before stepping back, stepping right into someone.

“Shit, I’m sorry dude.” The apology was out of her mouth as she glanced up, noting how his eyes studied her for a second before scoffing.

“At least you didn’t break any bones in my foot. Then I’d have been real pissed off. Take a tip sweetheart,” she cringed at the way it sounded from the strangers mouth, “how about you leave half of that and then maybe you might get lucky with me.”

His fingers had wrapped around her wrist and it took her a second too long to register before disgust and alarm crossed her features.

“Let go of me, asshole. I apologised, you didn’t have to say something about shit you know nothing about. Now. Let. Go.” The grip on her wrist tightened and she shot a frightened look to the cashier.

“I don’t think so.” The grip was becoming painful at this point, so using her advantage, she jabbed her heel down onto his foot, earning a sharp yelp of pain from him.

“Let. Me. Go.” The stranger stood up, his height easily matching Calum’s. But he was a lot more slender whereas Calum had filled out. And she was beginning to feel more scared each moment passed by with the strength of his grip on her wrist.

“I said I don’t think so.” He jerked her forward and she immediately tugged herself back, gritting her teeth as the cashier went to pick up the phone. She knew that her wrist was going to be bruised later.

The bell rang from the door and relief flooded her as Calum’s voice sounded around the shop.

“Let go of my girl, asshole.” Almost immediately the grip was gone from her wrist and she stumbled back into Calum’s arms, her gaze turning to the stranger who was beginning to look frightened. A glance to Calum and she could understand.

He looked murderous.

“Next time someone tells you to let them go, let them go, asshole.” Ari snapped and allowed Calum to pull her from the shop, anger and shame bubbling up. The anger she could understand but the shame she was confused about.

Then it hit her.

She was so used to comments about her diet, what she should and shouldn’t do that she more often than not, ignored them. But for Calum to then call her his girl, there was a small part that wondered if he was being honest or if it was just to get her out.

‘Shut up, he’s already told you that he likes you.’ Her mind hissed as they got to the car.

Calum took the stuff from her arms, chucking it into the car before his fingers found hers, pulling her wrist up for inspection. She finally noticed that her hands were shaking and there was a red mark around her wrist from the strangers grip.

“I should knock him out for that.” Calum muttered as he rummaged in the glovebox, pulling out one of the travel ice packs, popping it before maneuvering it around her wrist. She could feel the cold slowly build and his body suddenly enveloped hers, his arms over her shoulders. Despite feeling self conscious of how she looked, Ari wrapped her arms around Calum’s middle and allowed herself the time to calm down.

The others could see that she was shaken up, but gave the two of them the space before Carl made his way over.

“Everything okay guys?” Ari pulled back, holding her hand out to Carl. He moved the ice pack and inspected the red marks before nodding.

“The ice will keep any potential swelling down. If it hurts at any point, I’ll wrap it up when we get to the campsite.” Ari shot him a look of thanks before he headed back and there was a call for everyone to hustle and move it.

Ari didn’t even attempt to move Calum’s arm when he threw it over her shoulder once they were back on the road the wind whipping around them. She simply settled her head against his shoulder, turning the music up as they carried on cruising.

The sun was beginning its descent when they finally pulled up to the campsite. It didn’t take much between the group to get the various tents set up.

It was a lot of laughing and jabbing each other with the tent poles before the collective adults finally pointed out that the group needed to get a move on to get to the beach to use the fire pit.

So with that in mind, once the tents were up, with a lot of ribbing for everyone, they all got back into the different cars and headed the short drive to the beach.

Ari helped lug one of the coolers from Ashton’s car and found that the rest of the group that they were meeting up with had already started the fire. She greeted the people that she knew and introduced herself to the ones she didn’t.

“So how did you come to meet this rabble then, Ari?” The night had crept up on them by this point, the fire still going. Ari had taken a seat on one of the logs around the fire, and Calum had claimed the spot in front of her, taking advantage of her hunched over figure and draping her arms over his shoulders.

Ari didn’t fight this, resting her chin on the top of his head and she grinned at the question as Ashton laughed.

“Met them on my birthday. Ashton kept me ringside and introduced me to Calum. He made a fool of himself within seconds.” A whine escaped from him in response and Ashton laughed.

“What was it Ari? Oh ‘I bet you could knock someone out if they looked at you wrong’ or something like that, right?” Ashton teased and Calum turned his head, burying his face into her arm. She was glad for the glow of the fire that hid her red cheeks.

“Something along those lines. However, within the next ten minutes I knocked out one of their team members, Terry I think his name was?”

“You were the one that took out Terry?” Sam gasped and she laughed, her face hidden in Carl’s shoulder. “He complained for months about that! I didn’t realise it was you.”

Ari smirked.

“Knocked my fuck buddy out about thirty minutes after that.” This drew laughter from Luke and Michael and Calum’s body shook.

“She was ready to pulverise him. So Ash and I had to stop her from ending up in a jail cell.” Calum piped up from his spot and she giggled, shifting her head so that her face was buried into his neck as she quieted her giggles.

As the night continued, the group split up. A few headed back to the tents, whilst the others broke off into smaller groups. Someone switched on the stereo they’d brought with, and Calum shifted himself so that he was straddled over the log, facing Arienne.

She copied his actions, so he took the chance to shift closer before taking her hands within his. They were on the other side of the fire, away from the group. A small bubble of their own and she was okay with that.

“You seem more relaxed now, how’s your wrist?” He asked, his fingers pulling her wrist closer for inspection. She grinned at him, pulling her wrist away from his sight.

“Fine. I’m with friends, even if some of them only met me tonight.” They shared soft giggles and when their eyes met, his lips curved up in a small smile.

“Seeing you so carefree, you’ve gotta know how beautiful you look. No worries, nothing holding you back.” He brought his hand up once more, the backs of his fingers trailing against her cheek. She was almost certain she could feel the heat in her cheeks as his other hand moved to rest on her thigh.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathed and her words were lost as she nodded softly. He inched closer before his lips pressed against hers and she could feel the butterflies explode in her chest as his hand curved under her chin, holding her in place as his hand that was resting on her thigh, moved to rest on her hip, ignoring her slight shift from his touch.

“About fucking time!” Both Luke and Ashton exclaimed, causing the two of them to pull away, their eyes meeting before turning to the pair sat across the fire.

That was when Ari remembered her audience and her cheeks grew hot.

“Considering the previous times we nearly kissed, you two cockblocks ruined it.” Calum snarked back and they both laughed.

“Well now you two can stop pussyfooting around.” Ashton teased in return. Ari groaned and her face moved forward to rest against his shoulder.

“Can we ditch these assholes?” She muttered and Calum chuckled softly.

“I reckon we can do that doll. C’mon.” He stood up, pulling Ari with him. This earned wolf whistles, which earned a scowl in return. Luke laughed as he blew Ari a kiss. She returned it with a middle finger as they said their goodnights and headed back to the campsite.

Ari didn’t bother with the pretense of sleeping in separate tents. She kept a hold of Calum’s hand and he laughed, pressing a soft kiss to her lips at the entrance of her tent.

“Pushing for more already, doll?” His tease made her blush and she shook her head, shoving his shoulder as she did so.

“Can a girl not want her cuddle buddy?” The pout on her lips was enough that he kissed her once more and her lips curved into a soft smile.

“You’ve always got your cuddle buddy, doll. I’ll get changed out here so you can change in the tent.” He murmured and she gave him a look of thanks before disappearing into the tent.

He could hear her struggle around as he changed into sweatpants and a tank top. It was moments after he’d folded his own clothes up that she called him quietly and he pushed into the tent, zipping up the bug net but leaving the door open.

“More excuse to cuddle and stay warm.” He teased and she snorted as they settled into the sleeping bags. Calum was quick to zip the two together before they settled properly, his arms pulling her close and resting on her stomach as she pressed a gentle kiss to his collarbone.

“I know that Ash teases you about liking me, but, is he right? Do you like me or is he just being a dick?” And Calum realised then how deep the insecurity ran for Ari.

Here she was, a big and beautiful girl who had a loud personality to match. She took no shit and put him in his place when he was being an ass. But to see her so timid over something he’d never given a second thought to, it made his chest ache.

“Trust me doll, I like you. I’ve been crushing on you since the get go and honestly, getting to know you, just made it so much easier to let my feelings for you grow.” Her lips had curved into a shy smile and Calum took his hand within hers.

Moving their bodies slightly, he pressed her hand to his crotch and it took her a second before she realised what he was pointing out to her as his lips ghosted across her neck.

“I like every part of you, doll.”

A soft ‘oh’ fell from her lips before his own captured hers and she moved her hands to a safer territory.

“I won’t pressure you till you’re ready sweet girl. I promise.” He murmured against her lips and she smiled into the kiss.

“This is why it’s difficult not to let myself fall for you, Hood.” He laughed before they settled for the evening, her body nestled against his.

When they woke up the following morning, Ari found her back pressed against Calum’s chest, his arm slung across her body, hand resting on her stomach. And most times she’d feel uncomfortable with someone touching her stomach, but Calum was nothing if not insistent and she’d gotten used to his touch at least.

She felt a part of her realise that she was the little spoon for once, his face pressed into the back of her neck.

Shifting slightly, a soft noise escaped Calum’s lips and she giggled.

“Morning.” She whispered and he simply tightened his arm around her.

“M’having the best dream. Don’t wanna wake up.” He muttered and she snorted.

“If you think this is a dream Cal, you’re gonna have the shock of your life when you realise that we’re both in my tent and I admitted my feelings to you last night.”

Ari felt his leg hook over her, and before she could protest, he’d shifted her so that she was on her back and he was straddling her. Immediately her cheeks flushed and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Morning sweetheart.” His lips were in a wide grin and Ari could feel her heart just melt as his eyes crinkled slightly.

Her lips met his once more and his hands found hers, pinning them next to her head.

“Morning.” She finally returned.

They traded soft and lazy kisses until they heard movements from the other tents and Calum was yet to move.

“Listen, if you two want to get nasty, zip the door up, not just the netting.” Ashton hollered at them, making Ari snort as Calum raised his middle finger.

“If you wanna try that again, I’m not afraid to give you a black eye, Ash.” Calum called back and Ashton laughed as he slid off Ari and they finally started to get up.

“Ashton, you’re a dick.” Ari called through and he laughed.

“Yeah but you love me.”

“Debatable.”

As they began to wake up and group up for potential plans, Ari allowed herself to settle next to Calum, her head resting on his shoulder as she tried to keep herself awake.

“Cal keep you awake last night Ari?” Ashton’s suggestive comment earned him a middle finger as she went to move away from Calum, but his fingers reached for her hand, squeezing it gently in reassurance.

So ignoring the anxiety, she left her head resting where it was as Calum pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“It’s too early for your bullshit Ash. Pack it in.” Ashton hesitated before shrugging his shoulders.

“I’ll just save it all up for you.” Luke snorted as the rest of the group finally started talking about trips out to the beach and a possible rock climbing venture.

Neither appealed to Ari but she knew that staying at the campsite was going to get odd looks.

“Uh, beach I guess. I don’t fancy rock climbing in this weather.” She’d never heard herself sound so small, but Calum squeezed her hand.

“We can go look around the area if you want to. I know there are some local shops that we can raid before the barbeque later.” He murmured and her body relaxed in relief.

“Just us?”

“Just us. Maybe a moron or two if they don’t wanna be at the beach.” His voice grew slightly, earning annoyed protests from his friends.

Ari giggled as she lifted her head off his shoulders, placing a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re too good for me, Hood.”

Calum shrugged his shoulders as they moved to get read for the day, breakfast having been eaten between the group and plans finalised.

He wasn’t surprised at Luke and Ashton deciding to come with the two of them. The girls had grouped together for the beach and the rest of the guys were doing the rock climbing and joking about throwing Carl into the sea.

“Touch my favourite medic and I’ll pull a Terry on you guys.” Ari teased as they all split between cars. This earned shouts of laughter as they headed off and Calum grinning as she settled into the front of his car, Luke and Ashton taking residence in the back.

“How come we get put to the backseat?” The complaint came from Luke as Calum drove into the town. Ashton snorted.

“You know that she gets front seat regardless. It’s become the unofficial rule of Calum’s car.” Ari could feel the embarrassment rise in her cheeks, but Calum took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

“She’s a prettier sight than you two fuckers in my front seat, that’s for sure.” This earned loud laughter as he pulled into the parking lot, his hand slipping back into Ari’s once he was on her side of the car.

“Anywhere in particular or are we window shopping?” Ashton asked as they began to make their way through.

“Start from the other end of the town and work our way back to the car. And fuck window shopping, I want to see all the shops.” Ari grinned at the two and Calum laughed at the looks of mock horror the other two shared.

“You two asked for it by joining us.” Calum teased as they began to make their way up the town.

It was a relief to be able to walk around, his fingers wrapped around hers, without paparazzi lurking around the next corner. He could see that Ari was visibly relaxing, and both Luke and Ashton were helping that with their comments on some of the stuff they were passing.

The beauty of being in a small seaside town, away from tourists and busy lives, no one cared about the four of them walking down the road. No one was bothered about the fact a world championship boxer was in their midst.

“Can you two morons go head for a sec? We’ll catch up to you.” Calum’s words pulled a confused frown from Ari, but she didn’t protest as he led her over to one of the benches that looked out over the sea. Luke and Ashton carried on ahead, their voices carrying over for a few seconds before falling quiet.

“Everything okay, Cal?” His lips curled up into the half smile that sent her heart racing.

“S’perfect sweetheart. But, I wanted to talk about us. And what better place to do it than in front of a setting so beautiful?” And she could feel her heart race as her mind began to whir with so many possibilities.

That was, until his lips found hers and her mind short-circuited for a second.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise.” He whispered against her lips, and for the first time in her life, she believed those words.

“What about us, then?”

Her eyes met his as he pulled back, his hands lifting up to cradle her face. She knew in that second that her heart was his, regardless of her insecurities.

“Would you consider giving us a go? Letting me take you out on dates, spoil you, lavish my love upon you?” His words made a giggle escape, their noses bumping together as his thumbs stroked her cheeks softly. Her heart was melting.

“I mean, you do that enough already, don’t you?” Her tease was loud and clear and Calum chuckled softly.

“No, we go out in groups and you don’t argue with me anymore when I buy you shit. However, lavishing my love upon you is up for discussion. I want to lavish my love upon all of you. I currently only lavish my love upon you in certain ways.”

“Big bad boxer, showing his emotions. Reckon that would be a good title for the tabloids?” And he couldn’t help but stare at her for a second before grinning.

“They know better than to antagonise me like that. But what do you say?”

“Is this you asking to take me on a date or date me, because you’re not being precise here, Cal.” And he could hear her nerves, the anxiety slipping between the words.

“I’m asking you to be my girlfriend, Arienne. My sweet, beautiful Arienne.” And she melted, the anxieties simmering down as her lips grew into a small smile.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend. On the condition that you tell those nosy buggers, that have been snapping photos of us for some time, to fuck off.” Calum couldn’t help but laugh before his met hers in a sweet kiss that sent her toes curling and her heart racing.

“I’ll only tell them to fuck off if they haven’t gotten a good picture of us together.”

Ari lifted her hand, the backs of her fingers trailing against his cheek lightly.

“Eh, you can just get them later. Can we stay here for a bit?” His hands dropped from her face, his lips met hers once more as his hand took hers. When their lips pulled apart, he helped her shift in a comfortable position to lean against his chest as they watched the sun creep higher into the sky, the sounds of the sea washing over the two of them.

“Best idea I think.”

—

Coming back from their road trip, there was a definite shift between the relationship. And Ari could feel it. But at the same time, she knew that this shift would favour both of them in the long run, or at least, that was what she hoped.

Once they were home, it turned into nervous energy and eventually once everyone else had called their goodbyes and disappeared, Ari could feel the nerves and anxiety return full force.

Ari began to unpack her clothes, ignoring the elephant in the room and Calum wasn’t having any of it. But he allowed her the time to unpack her clothes and put them in the washing machine, so once she’d shut the door and turned on the machine, his hands rested on the counter either side of her.

“Calum.” Her words were shaky and he pressed a gentle kiss to her neck.

She turned in his arms as he crowded against her, his body pressed against hers.

“We need to talk about us, Ari.” His words were quiet and she nodded, tilting her head back to look at him.

“Do you know how frightened I am of letting you see all of me?” The questioned stunned Calum and he cocked an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

“Cal, you’ve only ever been with skinny girls. Or at least, what can be seen from the pictures. I might be able to sleep with guys with no ease but there’s no emotional attachment. I don’t care about them. You? Do you realise how gutting it would be for me if, if it got to that point and you just-“ His lips cut off her rambling, keeping her pressed against the counter.

“Stop. I like you for you, sweetheart. What I wanted to talk about was how do you want this to be handled because you know the tabloids are going to be cruel.”

Ari lifted her head almost defiantly. Calum smirked.

“They can say what they want. I might have my own insecurities but I’ll be fucked if I let them ruin us.” And he grinned.

“That’s my girl. Will you let me in? Trust me with all of you?” As he spoke, he began to guide her from the room, heading upstairs to her bedroom. She barely noticed, her eyes on his.

She knew that if she said stop, he would, no questions asked. But as they slowly made their way up, his hand in hers, Ari found herself not wanting to stop.

She was nervous, but she wanted this, wanted him.

They got to her room, the door softly clicking shut, but it sounded like a gunshot with how quiet they were.

He was waiting.

He was waiting for her say so. And she realised then that if she had to fall in love with someone, she was glad it was him.

“Make me yours, Cal.” She finally whispered.

His lips met hers, her body melting to his touch and Ari allowed him to take her to new heights.

The way that he’d worshipped her body, made her cry out his name as her fingers raked through the cropped hair, only to grip his biceps, Arienne was feeling overwhelmed.

But as Calum pulled her closer, his lips finding her shoulder, she couldn’t find it within herself to care about the anxiety.

“Round two, or do you think we need to clean up a bit?” His voice was gravelly, teasing and she couldn’t stop herself from burying her face into his chest as he laughed.

“You’re the worst, Hood.” She finally peeled her head back, her eyes meeting his. His lips were curved up into such a cheeky grin, she could feel her heart melting a little bit more.

“But you love me right?”

“Undoubtedly.” Came her answer and his heart soared as he pulled her closer, lips peppering every inch of skin he could reach. Ari shrieked, a giggle following as she tried to pull away, laughing as he continued the welcomed attack on her skin before he gave in to her pleas for him to stop.

“How about we get some food? I know you don’t have any in the house and we need to pick Duke up.”

She snorted before agreeing and soon the pair of them were re-dressed, his grin appearing as he spotted the very visible mark he’d left on her neck. His fingers reached out, brushing it gently and she hummed softly.

“You didn’t get away scott free, Hood.” Her own fingers reached up to the marks she’d made, visible over the collar of his shirt. He laughed.

“Wanna take bets on how long it will take before they’re spotted?”

“Five minutes.” She teased as they headed out.

Picking up Duke was quick and easy. He didn’t protest being in Ari’s lap, content to let her stroke his fur as they headed to their favourite take out place.

Cal went in to do the ordering, and Ari spotted the paps easily, making her roll her eyes as she focused her attention on Duke.

“Camera’s, three o’clock.” She called to him as he left the shop, bag swinging. Lifting his gaze, he spotted them easily and sighed as he slid into his car, starting the engine up and leaning over to kiss her.

“If it’s a headline they want, it’s a headline they can get.” He murmured with a smile, making her laugh.

As they drove past the spot that the pap was lurking, both of them raised their middle fingers up, peals of laughter escaping them both as he switched on the music and Ari was taken back to the shared moments on the road, just the two of them.

When they got back to hers, she immediately got some food sorted for Duke, having cared for him enough times for Calum when he had to travel out of state for games she couldn’t go to. He set their own dinner on the countertops, getting plates for the two of them before dishing up the meals.

She accepted the plate with a small chaste kiss which left her grinning as they settled at the dining table, his phone going off.

It was Ashton.

“Nice to see you two really taking care of Cal’s image.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Ash.” Ari teased, knowing exactly what he was referring to. He let off an exasperated sigh in return.

“A photo of you two kissing, also someone has spectacularly zoomed in on the marks that someone left on my boxer.” The accusing tone made Ari laugh, Calum trying to hide his snort of amusement.

“Couldn’t be helped. It was skin begging to be-”

“Don’t wanna know thanks!” Ashton cut her off, the two of them breaking out into giggles. He sighed loudly before they calmed down, the giggles relaxing into amused smirks.

“Sorry Ash. I know you’d rather have us wait a few days, but I couldn’t see the point. Half the world knows I’m in love with her, so I might as well have confirmed it sooner or later.” Calum finally apologised and Ashton groaned.

“You two are ridiculous. I’ll send through the photos I got of you two on vacation, so you might as well use one of those to make it that ridiculous notion of being official. Cal, we still on for training after the weekend?”

“Sure. Match booked I’m assuming?”

“Yep. Also you have a rematch with Tarkston eventually. I’m working out a date with his management and then we can put together a regime. Which means no more takeouts.” The stern tone had the two of them grinning.

“Sure. Look, text me the details and we can start working on a basic routine on Monday. For now I don’t want to think about anything but spending time with my girl.”

And there was the warm feeling that filled her heart, a beaming smile lifting at her lips as the call ended and his hand reached over to grasp hers.

And Ari felt that sense of warmth throughout her whole body, and she realised that he’d become her home.

For the first time in years, she felt at peace.

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You’re the One My Heart Wants- Chapter 9

Word Count: 3,864

Warnings: Swearing & Mentions of blood

Author: Me

A/N: Alright guys here’s the first chapter of the week, the next one will be posted on my birthday on Saturday (or at least that’s the plan).

Two Weeks Later

Headlines:

~~USWNT take on New Zealand after their win against South Africa in their send-off game line up.~~

~~Defending World Cup Champions are showing great promise throughout their friendly matches, per usual.~~

Y/N POV

Game days always make me nervous no matter who we play. The amount of stress our team is put under is ridiculous because we’re always expected to play the very best and always pull out a win. Don’t get me wrong, we want the same thing every match. We put in a lot of work all year to be the very best, it’s almost like we don’t get an off season. We don’t complain though, we love our job. We get to do things others don’t like we get to be on the world stage to show everyone what a force our team is. What people don’t know is that our wins aren’t as easy as we make them look. Our job is hard work, I think it was Tobin who said “Soccer is a work of art”, and she’s not wrong. It takes a lot of hard work and training to get to our level of play, and it takes even more work and training to stay at that level. We all love the game more than anyone, and we show it out on the pitch every match. We’re the biggest badasses you’ll ever meet, but if you were to ask any of us about game day more than half of us would say that game day is nerve-wracking.

We made it through our match against South Africa pretty easily, but I’m already focused on our match against New Zealand today. “You’ll do great, kiddo,” a smiling Ali says, pulling me out of my thoughts. I give her a soft smile, still pretty nervous as always. “Yeah, she’s right Y/N. You’ll do great like you always do,” Christen says with a supportive look. I give her a sympathetic smile, and she returns one of her bright grins. I felt bad because I was a starter and she wasn’t, she deserved it more than me. Jill doesn’t see the potential of our team and it really shows, especially when she starts throwing us in random positions. Fucking dumb if you ask me. Christen was faster than me, don’t get me wrong I’m pretty fast but she was definitely faster, and she’s been known to produce more goals than me. I’ve seen her stats compared to mine, they don’t even come close. I guess Jill is just trying to give me playing time before the World Cup. In any case, I’ll prove myself out on the pitch every chance I get. “Thanks, guys,” I say to them before I finish lacing up my cleats and adjusting my socks. Ready to go. Jill comes in and gives us a pep talk, going over the game plan yet again. “Alright, ladies 5 minutes till you need to be in line in the tunnel. Let’s go,” Jill says as she follows Dawn out of the locker room. When I start heading out with everyone, I’m suddenly pulled back by someone. What the fuck? I turn to see who would be holding me back from lining up, and of course it was Alex. “Good luck out there. I know you’ll do great like you always do,” she says with a big grin. I smile back and say, “You just like seeing me out on the pitch with you, creep.” She lets out a goofy laugh causing me to laugh as well, while I pull her in for a quick kiss. “Good luck to you too, Al. Kick ass out there like I know you can,” I say after pulling away from our kiss. She laughs again and gives me a smirk and a wink as we head out to the tunnel.

The match is really one-sided after the first half, we’re up 4-0, and that’s where we still are after the 60th minute. I’ve been trying to get on goal, but I’m constantly being covered by two defenders. One is really pissing me off because she won’t get off my ass, fucking bitch. It was irritating the fuck out of me, to say the least. If I’m going to show Jill what I can do then I need to get a touch on the ball, like now. It’s the 70th minute before I finally see an opening. Sammy’s pushing the ball up the pitch towards me, but she sends a long ball to Alex instead. I can still see my opening and I’m fucking taking it. I move on goal, and Alex sees me before sending in a cross to the box. I jump up with one of the New Zealand players, the same one that’s been on my ass the whole match, and I manage to get my head on it first. I watch the ball while it goes towards the goal as I come down to the ground. Then, out of nowhere, I feel a sharp pain in my face as I hit the ground, losing sight of the ball and knocking the wind out of me. “Jesus...Fucking...Christ,” I groan while I lay on the pitch, with my eyes still closed. I hear a whistle in the background, but I still haven’t opened my eyes. “Ref! She punched her in the face on purpose! The ball wasn’t even near them anymore when she did it! Card her, now!” I hear someone yell, but I can’t tell who it is. When I finally open my eyes, I’m surrounded by my teammates. I groan as I sit up, my head pounding like crazy, and they all make sounds of disgust. “What? It can’t be that bad,” I say as I reach up towards my nose. I make eye contact with Alex, who brings her hand to her mouth with a look of worry, before looking down at my hand. Blood, and a lot of it. Fucking great. It doesn’t take long for the medics to come, and it doesn’t take too long after that for them to pull me out of the match. “Hey, wait,” I say as they lead me to the locker room, “Did I score at least?” They laugh and tell me that yes I did in fact score. “Sweet,” I say with a goofy grin as we reach the training room.

We won 5-0, but I missed the rest of the match because I was stuck with the medical team. Fuck these injuries, seriously. I’m fucking tired of missing out on playing. Jill’s going to start thinking I’m fragile and won’t put me in a match again. I’m not fragile in any way whenever it comes to soccer, this is fucking aggravating. “It’s broken, but not too bad. So that’s good, but you’ll have to be out for about two weeks. You won’t miss any of the World Cup,” they say before telling me to rest. Thank fucking god. If I missed any World Cup action I would’ve been more pissed off than I am now. When they leave I lay back on the table and place the ice pack on my nose, trying to think of something other than the pain I was experiencing. I lay there in silence for a moment, and close my eyes. The door swings open maybe 5 minutes later, causing me to jump at the sound. I sit up to see Dawn trying to keep a lot of my teammates out of the room. “I can’t let you in, she needs to rest,” Dawn says, struggle clear in her voice. “I don’t care, Dawn. That’s my kid in there and I have to check on her to see if she’s okay. So either you move or I move you,” a very angry Ali Krieger says. I laugh, “It’s okay, Dawn. Let them in,” She gives me a look before stepping back to reveal Ali, Ash, Pinoe, Sonny, Lindsey, Sammy, Kelley, Allie and hiding in the back of the group was my girlfriend.

“Hey, guys. What’s up? Why the long faces?” I say with a laugh. Ali comes over and pulls me in a hug before punching me in the shoulder. “Ouch! What the hell Ali?!” I yell while rubbing my arm. “That’s for making me worried, and then making a joke about it,” she says. “Like I meant to get punched in the face,” I say as I roll my eyes. Ash laughs as she pats my head, and then takes a look at my nose, along with all the other goofs in the room. “Damnnnnn, that’s a pretty nose. How long are you out for?” Sonny asks while lifting my chin to get a ‘better’ look at my swollen nose. “Two weeks. Let me go, Sonny,” I answer, trying to pull away from her grasp. “Only two weeks?? Based on all that blood gushing out of there I thought you’d miss more,” Sammy says with a shocked look. “You know Y/N wouldn’t let them make her miss more than one game, Sammy. Our best friend is pretty hard-headed, well except for when she needed those stitches a month ago,” Lindsey says with a laugh. That causes Sonny to start laughing her ass off, along with Kelley and Pinoe. Jesus, why did I let them in here? Is it too late to call Dawn back in the room to haul them out? I roll my eyes while they all ask more questions, make more jokes, and congratulate me on my goal. But I don’t listen to them, all my attention was on Alex. She hadn’t left her spot on the back wall or said anything since she got here, she just stared at everyone else asking all their questions. When our eyes finally meet, she gives me a soft look with a soft smile which I returned. But I couldn’t help but notice that she looked upset, over what I don’t know. She just leaned against the wall and watched the chaos in the room. “Okay,” I say, gaining everyone's attention, “Someone help me to the locker room so I can change out of these bloody clothes.” Kelley was the first to grab my arm to help me off the table. “I’ve got dibs on helping Biggie Smalls!” she yells as we headed to the locker room.

The bus ride back to the hotel was weird, to say the least. Normally, Alex would sit next to me on the bus but she was sitting with Allie, and Kelley was sitting by me while my moms sat in front of us. It was weird because Alex still hadn’t talked to me since the beginning of the match, and that’s never happened before. I asked Kelley if she knew what was wrong with her, but of course she didn’t know shit. I sent Alex a text after the game to see what was wrong with her, but she hasn’t looked at her phone. Like I said, this bus ride was weird. When we finally reach the hotel, I head up to my room hoping to talk to her, but I guess I beat her to the room because she wasn’t here. I decided to wait for her before heading back downstairs for dinner. Jesus, where the fuck is she? Almost 45 minutes pass before I finally hear the door to the room open. Alex came in and set her things down on the table, still not looking at me. “So, are you done avoiding me or ignoring me or whatever it is you’re doing?” I ask, causing her to stop whatever she’s doing. “I’m not avoiding you or ignoring you,” she whispers. “Then what’s wrong, Alex?” I ask, confusion obvious in my tone. She sighs and stands in her spot for a moment before turning to face me. I could see how upset she was just by looking in her eyes, something was bothering her. “You scared me today...When I got to you after she punched you, your eyes weren’t open. They were closed for what felt like forever, Y/N,” she starts with her voice getting shaky and tears forming in her eyes, “Then when you sat up you were just bleeding so much, and after you got off the pitch all I wanted to do was follow you but Kelley wouldn’t let me. Throughout the rest of the match, all I could think about was getting to you.”

I look at her with wide eyes because I didn’t realize any of this. How fucking clueless am I?? Of course my girlfriend is going to be worried about me when I get hurt in a match. What a dumbass. I get up from the bed and stepped towards her, waiting for permission to touch her. When she nods with teary eyes, I pull her into a tight hug causing her to sob quietly. “I’m so sorry, Al. I’m okay, see? I’m up and moving. I’ll just have to sit out for the next friendly, but other than that I’m okay. I promise, don’t cry. I’m okay,” I say while rubbing her back. She pulls away from our hug and wipes the stray tears away from her cheeks. When she calms down, she gives me a smirk. That damn smirk. “Okay, Y/N. If you say so. I just don’t like seeing you hurt,” she says. “So, you aren’t mad at me or hate me, correct?” I ask with a goofy smile. “No, I’m not mad at you and I could never hate you, you goof,” she says while rolling her eyes at my question. “Good to know,” I say, leaning down to kiss my girlfriend. She kisses me back with as much passion as she can while being careful of my nose, bringing her hands to my face. I rest my hands on her waist, pulling her closer. I take a step back towards the bed, sitting down whenever my legs hit the mattress. Alex climbs up into my lap while she catches her breath, a smile clear across her face. I smile at her before kissing her again. My hand sneaks its way up the back of her shirt, feeling every one of her muscles with the pads of my fingers. My other hand finds its way to her thigh. She tightens her arms around my neck as I rub her leg. Before things got too heated I pull away, leaving her looking upset. “We should stop. We have training in the morning, and you have more media to get through,” I say, trying to fight the urge to keep going. She lets out a sigh, then nods her head. “You’re a tease, you know that?” she says with a smile before kissing my forehead while getting off my lap. I fall back on the bed trying to slow my heart rate. When I sit up to look at her coming out of the bathroom, my heart stops. So much for that. All thoughts of dinner are gone and I’m definitely not mad about it. Alex was wearing one of my sweatshirts and a pair of shorts, she was a beauty and she was all mine. I set my alarm as she got in bed, cuddling up next to me as soon as I laid back down. Soon we both fall asleep, in our little bubble of happiness.

8 Days Later

Alex’s POV

“Y/N, wake up,” I say while poking her cheek. That doesn’t do anything, per usual. This was our every morning, well our every morning since we started sleeping in the same bed every night. I love getting to sleep next to her, she made me feel safe in her arms and it helped me sleep throughout the night. But honestly, I swear my girlfriend was the heaviest sleeper I’ve ever met. She looked peaceful while she slept though, well besides her black and blue nose she was still sporting today. It wasn’t as bad as it has been, which is really great because that means she can get back on the pitch pretty soon. We all missed her being out there with us. I watched her sleep for a few more moments before I see her eyes slowly open. “Good morning, sleepy head,” I say causing her to give me a pretty cute, sheepish smile. “Morning, babe,” Y/N says before snuggling more into me. I laugh while trying to push her off of me. “We have to get up, Y/N. We have media all day today and we can’t miss it,” I say in a semi-serious tone. I have to admit, she was being really fucking cute right now but this wasn’t a day to act like this. “Noooo, I wanna stay in bed with you all day. It’s not fair, I’m injured. I should get to spend the day in bed with my girlfriend all day,” Y/N mumbles against my shirt. She has a point, I’d much rather spend the day in bed with her, too. She finally groans, giving up of course, and gets up to get ready. We all have to dress the same, blue shirt with our gray sweats. Y/N looked like she was hating life when we left the room, probably because she hit her nose while getting ready to leave. Poor thing.

The whole team still doesn’t know about my relationship with Y/N, only a few actually knew. I want to tell all of them but I’m always being drug off into more and more media and that keeps me from having the time to tell them. I was ready for them to know, I just needed a good time where all of us would be together. When we meet the group downstairs, Y/N goes to find Ali or Dawn for some pain medicine. I hated that she was still in pain over the whole thing and that I couldn’t really do anything to help. I go looking for Kelley and Allie before we have to get in the vans to head to Good Morning, America and the Twitter Headquarters. “How’s Y/N doing?” Kelley asks when I join her and Allie in the lobby. I look over to where my girlfriend was, laughing at something Ash said like usual. I missed that laugh over the past few days. When I’m not around I miss her and when I’m here she’s normally sleeping or with Krashlyn or her friends. I wasn’t mad that she was doing all of that because I know she hates when I’m gone all day with obligations to the team, but it doesn’t mean I didn’t miss her because I always do. “She’s doing better. I haven’t been able to be around her that much, but she says she feels better,” I say to Kelley. “You miss her on media days, don’t you?” Kelley asks with a look of concern. I sigh and look at her and Allie’s concerned faces, “Yes, but I can’t do anything about it. She knows about my responsibilities to the team. I can’t do anything about missing her. I always get to see her when I come back so that helps.” They nod to what I said. “Well I can do something about that,” Kelley says, “Hey, Biggie Smalls! Come on, you’re riding with us.” I look at Kelley in shock as my girlfriend follows us to the van.

When we get to Good Morning, America we’re greeted by a whole bunch of media so that means I can’t be as close to my girlfriend as I’d like to. Y/N seems okay though since she’s hanging out with her best friends, and also since she’s cracking jokes with Tobin and Christen. It isn’t until later when I finally get to stand next to her while we’re backstage waiting to walk out. “You okay?” I ask her since she looks like she’s in pain. “Yeah. I’m fine, babe. Nothing cuddles won’t fix later,” she answers with a smirk followed by a wink. “You’re a child,” I say back with a laugh. “Behave yourself, kiddo” Ash whispers to Y/N from behind her as we walk out on stage. The show was going really well, until one of the last questions that was directed towards me. “Alex, since your divorce from Servando Carrasco, have you met someone else?” Of all things to ask a soccer team. What has the world come to? Honestly, priorities people. Not wanting to avoid the question I say, “Umm, yes I am seeing someone. Don’t worry, they’re a soccer player too. But we’d like to keep our relationship private at this time.” That seemed to be a good enough answer for them, as they went on to ask Pinoe about our goal in the tournament and women’s soccer growth. I glance over my shoulder to look at my girlfriend, who meets my gaze. She gives me a small nod and a smile, I smile back and return my focus to what Pinoe was saying. We spent about two hours at the Twitter Headquarters after leaving Good Morning, America before heading back to the hotel to get our things for the plane ride to New Jersey. We mostly went through tweets and answered some polls for the fans, and we played some foosball made up of the whole team. It was great getting to see all of us relax and have a little fun outside of the pitch for once. We really enjoyed these type of days, it allowed us to sort of relax and have fun without having to worry about training. I watched Y/N throughout the day, seeing her smile more than she has in the past week. She lit up whenever she interacted with everyone, and her damn eyes were the light smoke color again. Fucking beautiful, no lie.

“Today was looonnnggg,” Y/N groans loudly next to me. We just to the hotel in New Jersey, and we had about an hour before we had to go out to dinner with the team. I was sitting next to Y/N on the bed, rubbing her back. “I know, baby. How’s your nose? Do you want any pain medicine?” I ask. She rolls over and gives me big puppy dog eyes and a pout, “It still hurts pretty bad. Could I have some medicine, please?” I smile at how cute she was being, give her a quick kiss and head over to my bag for something to help with her pain. When I turn to give her the medicine, she’s already asleep of course. She sleeps more than anyone I knew, she’s worse than Kelley and that’s saying something. I set the medicine on the bedside table and set an alarm to let us know when we needed to get ready for dinner. I get in bed next to her, pulling the covers up and kissing her cheek. As I’m getting comfortable next to her, she cuddles into my chest and mumbles something loud enough for me to hear.

“I love you, Alex.”

To Be Continued

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