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hgfictionwriter · 4 months ago

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Just Friends

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: You're Jessie's girlfriend and she gets irritated to no end when people assume you're just friends. She gets even more irritated when you play along with it. You can't help that she's so fun to stir up.

Warnings: Nothing.

A/N: Short little fluff piece. Based on this request.

"I hate that," Jessie scowled as she pulled out her wallet, setting it on the table as you waited for the server to return with the bill. "Together or separate?" She mocked mildly. "Together. Obviously. You're my girlfriend. If I was a guy they would've just brought us one bill."

"I hear you," you said, stifling a chuckle at how worked up she was getting. You couldn't help yourself – you had to poke her a bit. "I guess we just look like pals."

She gave you a slow, scrutinizing look, sparking a shrug from you.

"What? What about us right now would indicate that we're together?"

Her forehead creased as she stared at you. You were seated opposite each other, which was totally fine and expected, but combined with Jessie's general lack of PDA, you could sometimes understand how people might not immediately understand the context of your relationship.

"What am I supposed to do?" She asked defensively in a hushed voice as she leaned in. "We're sitting across from each other!"

You gave a small smile, propping your elbow on the table and resting your chin in your hand while giving another shrug. "Well, some light flirtations wouldn't kill you." You sat back, a smirk lingering. "If anything, it probably just looks like me hitting on you all lunch."

She frowned deeper, glancing away as concern settled on her face. Her voice was softer this time. "I'm affectionate," she pouted. And she was, but true, not often in front of prying eyes.

"Sure thing, pal," you quipped, ensuring to catch her eye as you casually looked away. You smirked as you saw her tense up out of the corner of your eye.

"Babe," she said, planting her feet on the ground and leaning in. "Come on."

The server returned, interrupting any further debate. You could see Jessie was still irate as she quietly paid the bill.

"So, any plans for the rest of the afternoon?" The server asked. You really shouldn't stir Jessie up, but it was too hard to resist.

"Oh, not really. We're just old friends catching up – might wander around for a bit after this." You smiled up at the server, but didn't miss the way Jessie froze mid-signature. You bit the inside of your cheek as you saw her slowly look up at you in your periphery.

"Oh, that's so nice!" The server said. "Well, enjoy catching up and enjoy the rest of your day."

You watched quietly as Jessie returned the bill to the server with a terse smile before shifting her gaze to you.

"Seriously?" She asked, a fake smile still plastered on her face.

"What?" You asked innocently as you stood up. "Oh, and thanks for lunch, friend." You bit back a snicker at how her jaw dropped and you walked away knowing she'd be on your heels in a second.

"What the hell," she whispered as she jogged up next to you and you both continued down the sidewalk.

"Oh, come on, babe. I'm just having some fun," you said as you went to hook your arm around hers and cuddle in, but she ducked away.

"Uh uh," she said. "You want to say we're pals, then you don't get any cuddles."

"Fine," you said haughtily. You weren't concerned. Jessie was acting affronted, but you knew she'd come around regardless. "Roomie," you added as you gave her a nudge, pulling another withering stare out of her.

You were at a store a few blocks over trying on some new clothes and Jessie was still in a mood. Normally, she followed closely behind you, holding whatever clothes you wanted to try, suggesting options she liked for you as well. This time, she sulked around the opposite end of the store, though you caught her peering over the racks now and again to check on you.

You played nice enough though. You brought over clothes you liked, asked her opinion, showed her things you liked for her. She grunted a few replies, but mostly just glowered.

"I'm going to try these on," you told her, finding her in some far off corner of the store.

"K," she continued to pout, hardly offering you a glance.

You retreated to the change room, half regretting taking the joke this far when she didn't join you like she normally would.

You sighed as you stepped out of the change room to examine yourself in the mirror. Jessie had wandered much closer, but was still very determinedly examining a nearby hoodie and not you.

"That outfit looks great."

Your head snapped to the side in search of the source of the voice.

"Sorry – I don't mean to intrude," the woman said. "I just come shopping on my own as well and always appreciate getting some feedback or confirmation."

"Oh, well," you said, eyes flitting back to Jessie again who had now moved to a closer display and was watching intently. "I did bring someone. She's just not much of a shopper. Thanks for the affirmation though – I appreciate it," you said warmly.

The woman and Jessie locked eyes and the woman teased her. "Ah, well come on. Get in there," she encouraged with a wave. "That's the whole point of shopping with friends."

"Yeah, Jess. What are friends for?" You asked with a self-satisfied smirk.

The woman retreated and Jessie came towards you with another glower on her face.

"Wow," she said flatly.

"What do you think?" You asked as you modeled your outfit for her.

She crossed her arms, still unimpressed, but eyed you up and down. She eventually cocked her head and she answered you.

"I'm sure a girlfriend would think you're hot in that outfit. A friend? A friend would probably say you look just fine," she said lightly.

"Okay, well, what do you say?" You asked. She shrugged, turning away and distracting herself by looking at other clothes.

"You tell me. Am I your girlfriend or your friend?" She asked with mock indifference, straightening her posture as she did so. You rolled your eyes with a laugh.

"Well from the way you were eyeing me a moment ago, I'd say the former," you said flirtatiously, drawing a blush out of her as she fought back a smile of embarrassment. You gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"Come on," you said gently as you tugged on her elbow, coaxing her back out into the store. "Let me get these and I'll buy you ice cream as an apology." She grumbled, but followed along more easily than before.

You stepped out of the store and she reached over to grab the bag out of your hand. You held onto it and she tugged it.

"Let me carry it; that's my job," she complained. "It's my sacred duty as your girlfriend," she went on with an eye roll.

"And you're the best girlfriend," you complimented her as you released the bag and gave her another kiss on the cheek as you walked. She rolled her eyes again and shot you a look.

"Oh, so I've regained my title, have I?" She asked skeptically as she arched an eyebrow.

"You never lost it," you said as you gave her a playful nudge and wrapped your arm around hers. She allowed it this time though she still grumbled. "Don't be silly."

"I don't like you calling me your friend," she pouted.

"I'm sorry. That wasn't nice of me. I got carried away teasing you," you said, kissing her shoulder this time. She watched you wordlessly for a second as you walked together before giving you a quick, fleeting kiss on your cheek.

“I’m sorry if I’m not affectionate enough. Or show enough PDA,” she said in a low tone.

“Hey,” you said softly as you planted your feet, causing her to stop as well and look at you. She held your gaze for a moment before looking away with an inaudible exhale.

“I don’t need you to change anything. I just got caught up in the joke. You’re not showy with your affection - I know that and I’m not bothered at all. I know you love me and you show me in ways that mean more to me than simply initiating some hand holding in public,” you finished with a light smirk. She looked unconvinced, so you carried on. “I mentioned that new restaurant and you booked a lunch for us there unprompted. You come shopping with me even though you despise it. You insist on holding my bags even though I’m perfectly capable. You show me you care in many ways and I love you for that.”

Jessie exhaled again but this time her body relaxed. You smiled and gave her a sweet kiss.

“And you don’t mind when I’m affectionate,” you said with a wink.

“I’d be stupid to turn away hugs and kisses from a girl as gorgeous as you,” she said, cracking a smirk.

“A girl who happens to be your girlfriend,” you teased. She gave you a wink.

“Lucky me.”

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flemingsfreckles · 5 months ago

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Koala

Synopsis: you surprise your girlfriend at her game after not seeing each other for almost 3 months

Warnings: none this is soft and fluffy

WC: 1.2k

A/N: okay this is inspired off the fact that this woman loves jumping into her teammates arms as celebration, so I wanted to write a little blurb about it.

It wasn’t easy sneaking around Jessie. The girl was too smart, she knew you too well. You also hated lying to her, but sometimes you had to. It was less lying, and more withholding information about your plans and your whereabouts.

She didn’t know you were in Montréal, she didn’t even know you were in Canada. But you were, you had managed to take the flight from London to New York, scheduling it for when you knew your girlfriend would be asleep and unsuspecting of your lack of cell service. You had then sent her a casual good morning text, she suspected nothing.

You hadn’t seen Jessie in ten weeks. You had visited her in Portland shortly after her move but only stayed for a few days before you had to return to London for work. Leaving her was the hardest thing you’d ever done. Walking through the airport doors and looking back to see her bawling in the front seat of her car was the most gut wrenching sight. You had almost quit your job at that moment.

But you couldn’t quit your job, that wasn’t realistic. You know you would move in with Jessie eventually, the two of you had already lived together shortly in London, but with her career, the potential of her moving in the future, you weren’t sure where the two of you would end up so you stayed in London at your stable job for now. Except you weren’t in London anymore, you had taken a week off from work to come watch Jessie play two friendlies before getting to spend the rest of the week with her at her childhood home. Jessie didn’t know that of course, she knew she was playing two games and then getting to have a break at home.

It was easier to avoid Jessie on a game day. It was typical that you wouldn’t hear from Jessie until after the game with the exception of maybe a good morning text, she was busy, captains meetings, team meetings, warm ups, practice, pregame, team meals, it took up a lot of her time, and you knew that. It just so happened that while you usually miss her more on game days, having less communication, it was the perfect excuse to avoid texting her.

When you left your hotel that morning you had thrown on your Canada jersey, an old one of Jessie’s, a pair of jeans, a hat, and sunglasses. You planned to stay hidden, undercover, until the game was over, you didn’t want to distract Jessie with the surprise, so it seemed like the best option.

Ashley was the only person at the game who knew you were there. The two of you had met through Jessie and had become quick friends, you had simply sent her a photo of your boarding pass with the text ‘Don’t tell Jess.”. She promised she wouldn’t and expressed her excitement for you.

You started to feel nerves as you made your way to your seat, a bubble of excitement in your stomach. You didn’t know how you were going to be able to sit through 90 minutes with your girlfriend just feet away from you, but you figured it out. You watched the game, mainly your eyes following Jessie around the field, paying less attention to any of the other players. It was weird not seeing her in weeks and then being so close to her without her even knowing.

The game ended Canada up 1-0, you watched as your girlfriend made her way toward Janine and the two of them started to make their lap around, thanking the fans. That’s when Ashley took the chance to come over to you, waving you down and helping you over the railing onto the field.

She gives you a quick hug before putting you behind her. “Just follow me.” She says before walking off in the direction you assumed your girlfriend was. You removed your sunglasses and the hat you put on, not needing a disguise anymore. You followed Ashley as she brought you to the middle of the pitch.

“Stay there.” She said before taking a few steps away from you. She pointed in the direction of Jessie who was gathering her things from the bench. “Jessie!” She shouted.

You watched as your girlfriend picked up her head quickly turning to face where her name had been shouted. She threw her hands up questioning what Ashley wanted, clearly not paying attention to you standing next to her. It made you laugh, your girlfriend was usually so observant, but leave it to her to not notice you standing there. Helping the poor girl, Ashley turned, her arms stuck out in your direction as if she was presenting you to Jessie.

You watched Jessie’s jaw drops, along with everything in her hands, her phone, water bottle, shoes, coat all thrown to the ground. Janine turns at the sudden crash of all her belongings, looking and seeing you. Suddenly Jessie was sprinting at you, full speed, her arms out in your direction. As she got closer you could see the giant grin on her face and suddenly she was lunging at you, jumping and clinging to you. You stumbled back a few steps before regaining your balance. Jessie grabbed you tightly, her legs wrapping around your midsection as her arms looped around your neck, she held herself up for a moment before your arms wrapped around supporting her back and butt.

The two of you just stayed there for a moment, taking in the feeling of being back in each other's arms, her tight hold on you and the way you squeezed her impossibly closer into your chest. She had her face tucked into your neck, your chin rested on her shoulder.

“You’ve got yourself a koala.” Vanessa says from behind you, referring to how Jessie is clinging to you. “Good to see you by the way.” She says before patting your back and walking away.

“Oh my god.” You heard Jessie murmur into your neck. She had been silent since jumping onto you. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just in town, figured I’d say hi.” You jokingly say back to her. She releases the hold her legs have around your waist and puts them back on the ground, leaving her arms around your neck, pulling you slightly over as she stands looking up at you.

“You’re here.” She’s got tears in her eyes as she blinks up at you.

“I’m here.” You nod, knowing your eyes looked similar to hers, overwhelmed with the emotions that were rushing through your body. Feeling Jessie’s body under your hands, hearing her voice, the smell of her sweaty kit, it all held so much meaning behind it, so much worth to you, you loved this woman more than anything.

You bend down, placing a quick kiss to Jessie’s cheek, knowing she wasn’t a big fan of PDA you withhold your desire to have your lips on hers. Hearing an ‘awwww’ from the side you turn to see a handful of Jessie’s teammates looking at the two of you.

“Shut up.” Jessie says as she tucks her head into your side, hiding the obvious blush she had.

“Oh please Jess, you two are cute.” Ashley says. The two of you pull apart and you tell Jessie you’ll wait for her at her car before heading out so she can finish her postgame routine. You can’t help but smile to yourself when you hear Vanessa teasing Jessie as you walk away.

“You’re just like a little koala.”

She probably wasn’t going to live that nickname down anytime soon and you knew you’d be to blame but you really didn’t care, letting her jump into your arms was the best feeling on earth.

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jflemings · 6 months ago

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— loose lips sink ships

pairing: jessie fleming x reader part 2

synopsis: after portland play seattle, janine accidentally tells you that jessie had been with her ex olivia for most of college after you’d been told that they only dated for a couple of months.

warnings: a lil angst, trust issues (kinda)

a/n: for the sake of the fic, olivia athens is jessie’s ex. took inspo from an ask i got a lil while back

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you were looking to break the deadlock when it happened.

one minute the ball was leaving your feet and the next you were on the ground clutching your nose as blood pooled in your hand. you’d gotten an elbow to the nose as you ran up the wing, looking to find sophia who wasn’t too far in front of you.

the tackle had been clean for the most part. it wasn’t mistimed, or malicious, the midfielder had just thrown her elbow back into face after you’d passed it. her foot had hooked around your left ankle as she’d tried to get in front of you and you’d grabbed the back of her jersey. it had been a complete accident. nevertheless, it ended with the two of you on your respective benches, you nursing a hopefully not broken nose and her a badly twisted ankle.

jessie was by your side in an instant when you fell to your knees and leant over into a foetal position, one hand on your shoulder whilst the other tried to gently grasp your hand away from your face. the look of worry in her eyes was enough for you to know that it was bad, or at least that it looked like it was. she’d grimaced when she saw all the blood and soph had gasped from where she was standing behind your girlfriend.

now you hold an ice pack to your nose as you watch both teams shake hands and come off the pitch. portland had won and while you assumed that some form of celebration was in order, you knew that you weren’t going to go.

“swollen face really suits you” janine quips as she walks over to you “she got you good”

you roll your eyes and pull the ice pack off your face briefly “not good enough to break it, thank god” you say stuffily “we got the three points and i’m walking away not needing surgery so i’d say that’s a pretty successful day in the office”

the older canadian nods “i take it you’re not coming out with us?”

“unless you want me to walk around with a cold compress on my face the whole time, no” you deadpan “it’s not a very attractive look”

“i don’t think jessie would mind” she muses with a playful smirk “she doesn’t care what you look like”

“that makes one of us”

janine rolls her eyes and sits beside you, tapping your knee affectionately “kinda funny that jessie’s ex is the one that elbowed you” she says as she half laughs.

you furrow your brows and have the sudden realisation that you don’t actually know where jessie is since she hadn’t come over to you after the final whistle. you scan the area, craning your neck to try to get a better look when you spot her in a sea of deep blue. you spot her easily in portland red and expect her to be talking to jordyn or quinn, but instead find her chatting with olivia athens.

she’s standing over her as olivia sits on the bench. jessie’s hand sits delicately on her shoulder as the two of them talk and laugh in their own little bubble.

the sight of it makes you feel weird.

you tilt your head in confusion “she dated athens?” you question.

“yeah, for most of college. you didn’t know?”

you while your head around to janine, pulling the ice off your face to reveal your swollen nose. she grimaces at the sight before seeing your shocked expression.

“most of college? what does that mean?”

“…that they dated for two and a half years before she moved to london” she answers slowly “you seriously didn’t know?”

“no, i knew that she dated someone in college for a couple of months. not that she dated someone for two and a half years!” you huff

realisation dawns on janine rapidly, her face morphing from confusion to guilt as she thinks over what she’s just said to you. she punches her mouth “jess told you they were only together for a couple of months?”

“and that they’d broken up way before she moved to chelsea”

the canadian suddenly can’t look you in the eye. she attempts to divert her attention elsewhere, trying to find a way out of this conversation before you smack her on the leg.

“janine” you say sternly.

she relents with a sigh “they broke up because of the distance. they both thought it would be better if they split because olivia was going to be playing in the states and they didn’t want— where are you going!?” she cuts herself off abruptly as you stand and make your way towards the tunnel.

“shower” you say shortly, not daring to look at jessie as you pass her on your way.

you staunch into change rooms and grab your shower bag and your clothes before making your way to the showers. everyone was still outside mingling but you knew it wouldn’t be long before your teammates started to trickle in so you took the opportunity as it presented itself and basked in the quiet.

you immediately turn on the hot water and let it steam slightly before ridding yourself of your soiled kit, stepping in and relaxing once you feel the water run down your back. you go through your shower routine almost dazed, the thought of jessie purposefully lying to you lingering in the back of your mind.

when jessie made the move to chelsea you were playing at manchester city with janine. she had insisted that the two of you meet and quickly introduced you to the younger canadian at a small get together at her place.

jessie had made an immediate impression on you. she was a little awkward, yes, but once the two of you got talking you quickly realised that she was incredibly smart and funny. the pair of you spent the whole night chatting and getting to know eachother before exchanging numbers with the promise of meeting up without janine.

a friendship quickly blossomed and you found yourself harbouring secret romantic feelings for the canadian. you kept them under wraps relatively well until janine and lauren hemp spotted you smiling at your phone a little too wide, leaving them to all but squeeze the information out of you. janine promised to keep your secret and to not do any meddling on the condition that you at least tried to make a move.

you, of course, had protested immediately until she started listing off reasons why it was a good idea, accidentally letting it slip that your feelings weren’t one sided in her rushed rant. you did what she wanted and asked jessie out with no mention of the fact that her best friend had been the one to out her secret.

when the topic of past relationships came up jessie had explicitly said that she had dated one person through college and that it had only been for a couple of months, claiming that the two of them really were just better as friends. she told you that they had dated in the beginning of her second last year, that it wasn’t anything serious, and that they had broken up long before chelsea came knocking.

your relationship grew and eventually you decided that it was time to leave the wsl. portland had made each of you an offer that you couldn’t refuse, so the two of you packed up your lives in london and crossed the pond.

replaying that conversation in your head feels like a slap in the face. jessie, to your knowledge, had never lied to you or withheld the truth in anyway, so to find out that she hadn’t been completely honest with you in the very beginning of your relationship had you running hot.

the two of you weren’t a secret in the footballing world, but you knew that it wasn’t something that was well known. the two of you had chosen to let fans speculate about the nature of your relationship whilst being honest with those around you, it was just easier that way.

you didn’t know if olivia knew you were together, or if she knew that jessie was even in a relationship. you didn’t know if they kept in contact, if they still knew eachother well, or if jessie had even thought about her before she clocked you in the nose.

you just didn’t know.

voices interrupt your train of thought and you quickly turn off the shower and grab a towel, drying yourself off and getting changed in hopes that your teammates will be too distracted with themselves to notice you slipping out. as you go to leave to go back to your cubby, you catch janine’s guilty eye. she smiles apologetically at you before turning to get in her own shower, leaving you to what you were doing.

jessie pretty much runs into you on the way to her shower, steadying the two of you as your shoulders collide. her hand squeezes your bicep as she smiles and looks at your nose.

“it’s not broken” you say “it looked worse than what it is”

your girlfriend breathes a relieved sigh “thank god for that” she says as she grabs your jaw gently, moving your head so she can look at your whole face properly “you’re pretty swollen” she observes.

you take your face out of her hand “yeah. i just need to ice it on and off and take it easy and i’ll be fine” you say almost emotionless “nothing to worry about”

the canadian tilts her head and squints her eyes, studying you. even with your nose she didn’t expect you to be so down, your stoic attitude catching her a bit off guard. even if you got injured you were still known to at least attempt to crack a smile if it wasn’t serious. she recalls a time when you had sprained your knee during a city vs chelsea match; you were obviously distraught and in pain when you went down but by the time the game was over you were managing to smile and just be grateful that you hadn’t done your ACL.

your girlfriend squints “are you okay?”

“aside from the nose? yeah, fine.” you say as you pass her.

jessie’s quick to grab your hand and pull you back, her voice minimising to a whisper “y/n” she says

“i’m fine jessie” you falsely assure as you take your hand back “just tired”

she lets you go without much protest, her eyes following you until you’re out of her sight. her mouth flattens into a line and she shakes her head, gripping her jeans and t-shirt tightly as she makes her way to the shower.

janine watches the interaction from across the room and feels the overwhelming urge to go after you, or to at least explain to jessie, but she knows that she’s run her mouth enough for one day.

you walk into your shared apartment and immediately drop your things onto the kitchen bench whilst you raid your freeze for a bag of frozen peas. jessie trails behind cautiously. the car ride had been pretty much silent despite her best efforts to make conversation, leaving her feeling like there was something else that was wrong with you.

she watches you place the peas on your face and close your eyes with a sigh. she’s unsure how to bring up the obvious tension between the two of you, especially since your patience seems to be wearing thin already. she doesn’t like to fight with you but she also doesn’t like feeling the need to walk on eggshells.

she leans her forearms on the kitchen counter “babe” she says into the silence “what’s up? you’ve been frosty since after the game”

“i got an elbow to the face jess” you sass “i’d say that’s a reason to be frosty”

jessie rolls her eyes “that’s not what i meant”

you wave her off quickly and release a deep breath in an attempt to rid yourself of some of the tension “i’m tired and i’m sore, jess, that’s all. seriously”

“okay…” she says slowly “i was going to go out with the team but—”

“no, go” you cut her off as you place the bag of frozen vegetables on the bench “have fun, i’ll be fine”

she stands up straight and runs her hand over the back of her neck “are you sure? because if you don’t want me to i won’t”

the truth was that you kind of didn’t want her to go. you knew that while jordyn and quinn would be there, olivia probably would be too. you heard a few of your teammates say that some of the seattle girls were going to join your team for drinks, and you weren’t too keen on having your girlfriend’s ex hanging around without you there.

it was stupid. really, it was. jessie adored you and you trusted her immensely, but knowing that she had told you something that wasn’t true in the beginning of your relationship had planted small seeds of doubt. you were left wondering what else she could’ve possibly lied to you about, and how it would affect your relationship if any of it was made known to you now.

your need to keep the peace overrides the need to find out the truth. “i’m sure. tell jords and quinny that i say hi” you say softly, walking around the bench and placing a soft hand to her cheek.

she leans into you and kisses the palm of your hand before you walk to your living room and turning on the tv, hoping to find something to take your mind off of everything.

jessie, on the other hand, goes straight to your bedroom to start to get ready. you can hear your wardrobe doors and drawers open and close as she looks for what she wants to wear before she walks out and past you to go to your laundry dressed in just a plain shirt, boxes and socks “have you seen my light wash jeans, babe?”

“which ones, you’ve got a million pairs” you ask as you flick through your streaming services.

jessie goes through dirty and clean laundry as she answers you loudly “the more loose fitted ones. i wore them last week to dinner with sinc and janine”

“bottom left drawer under your dark blue ones”

she’s quick to rush back into your bedroom and grab them, stumbling back into the hallway as she puts one leg on. you watch her struggle before she does up her fly and comes back over to you, kissing your cheek firmly “sam and soph are coming to get me, i won’t be home late and i’ll call a cab if i need to” she says into your skin, kissing you again.

you shake your head “i can come get you”

she brushes your hair back “no, it’s okay. you just try to get that swelling to go down. i promise i’ll only be a few hours”

all you can do is nod as you watch her grab her things and walk out the door, the pit of doubt only growing in your stomach as she shuts it behind her.

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year ago

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Hi K! I have another prompt I’d like to send in. This time with Tommy. “I believe this is yours.”

I also decided to make you something so be prepared to expect something soon!

Hi Daisy! Thanks for sending this prompt in also! I hope you like what I’ve done with it - I had the temptation to be a little devilish with it….I hope it makes sense! Sorry I got a bit carried away with it too…. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

From Another Angle

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: some suggestive actions…nothing graphic

Word Count: 1318

Summary: (Y/N) takes a different approach to get Tommy Shelby to change the way he runs his factories.

(Y/N) walked confidently across the factory floor, making her way directly to the office where she knew she’d find the man she needed to talk to.

She didn’t bother answering the man who questioned her presence. Instead she asked a question of her own: “is this Mr. Shelby’s office?”

“Ye-yes, it is. But why are you here, ma’am?” the confused worker asked, but he was not answered.

(Y/N) simply nodded and made her way to the closed door. She knocked on it, turning the knob and opening it before the man inside could call for her to enter.

The entrance that was made had Tommy expecting to see one of his family members. Upon looking up, he was surprised to see a woman he’d never met before. “Can I help you?” he questioned, his eyebrows raising as he removed the glasses from the bridge of his nose.

“You can,” (Y/N) answered, making her way to one of the chairs that were positioned in front of his desk.

Tommy watched her all the way in, his eyebrows still raised as she took a seat, crossing one leg over the other as she then stared pointedly at him.

A staring match ensued, neither wanting to be the first to break the silence. It was like they were sizing each other up; trying to work out the others motives and weak points.

Eventually, (Y/N) spoke: “I was sent at the request of Jessie Eden. You know her, don’t you?” she asked, her one eyebrow lifted in intrigue.

“I do,” Tommy answered with a single nod of his head.

“She’s a comrade of mine. We’re in the fight together,” she then explained the connection between her and the aforementioned woman.

“Well a friend of Ms. Eden’s a friend of mine,” he played cordial with her.

“I wouldn’t be so quick to assume my friendship, Mr. Shelby,” (Y/N) warned him, her red lips curving up into a smirk as she spoke.

“What can I do for you…?” Tommy trailed off, hoping she’d fill in his blank with her name. He also took this time to run his eyes over her figure, certainly not missing the fact that she was dressed for this occasion, her blouse and skirt tailored to her frame nicely.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she happily shared with him, “I want to speak to you about the prospect of equal pay for the women who are employed in your factories.”

A scoff left Tommy’s lips upon hearing the reason for her presence. He shook his head slightly before waving his hand, “what I said to your comrade still stands, Ms. (Y/L/N). I have no time, nor care, to negotiate.”

Most would have caught the abruptness in his tone and left right there, but not (Y/N). No. She was ready for the fight…truthfully, she was hoping for it. “I know what fields of business your family and yourself are in, Mr. Shelby. I know that you are well off and that you have enough money to own the whole of Birmingham, yet you are pitting your workers against each other, cutting the men close and the women even closer to wondering how their families will eat. Something needs to be done about it.”

“If I needed help figuring out how to run my factories, I’d ask for it. Now, Ms. (Y/L/N), if you could please…”

“Mr. Shelby, your 12:30’s here,” the same man that had directed (Y/N) to the office announced as he stuck his head into the room. Tommy looked past (Y/N) for a moment, nodding to the man before he stood up from his head. (Y/N) stayed seated.

“I have a meeting,” he said in a matter of fact tone.

“I wasn’t finished,” she bluntly replied.

Tommy raised his eyebrows at her answer, his mouth opened slightly as he tried to get a read on the woman in front of him. She clocked his stare, smirking under the intensity of it. He rested his knuckles on the desk then, his eyes still focused on her as he hoped she’d crack under his gaze.

“Mr. Shelby,” the man chimed in from the door, cutting into the staring contest that was happening.

“Tell them I’ll be done in a minute,” Tommy responded to the man without removing his eyes from (Y/N). For once, the huff that came in response just before the door shut didn’t bother him…right now he had other things in mind.

“Jessie Eden told me about you, Mr. Shelby,” (Y/N) finally spoke, her smirk still present as she stood from her seat to move even closer to him.

“And what did she say?” he questioned, intrigue flashing in his eyes.

“She said you had a peculiar way of going about business…that you’re not below going down avenues that others wouldn’t dare to even think of in order to meet an end,” she elaborated, setting her palms on the desk so the she could lean forward, knowing that she’d give him a better glimpse of her cleavage as she did so. She loved that his eyes dropped to her chest almost instantly.

“Why did she send you, Ms. (Y/L/N)?” he asked, his eyes flitting across her figure again, getting stuck on her dark red lips for more than a moment before returning to her eyes.

“I thought that it’d be beneficial to try things from a another angle,” she answered, leaning even closer. At this point, they were close enough to feel each other’s breath.

“What’s your angle, eh?” he questioned, intrigue present in his tone. His fingers were itching to reach out and take hold of her chin; to hold her in his grasp and secure the upperhand in the situation they both know was coming. But he kept them on the desk, his knuckles now white from how hard he was pushing them down.

“I am also not below going down those avenues to make sure business gets done.”

A smirk was present on (Y/N)’s lips as she closed the rest of the distance to press her lips to his, hooking him into a searing kiss. Tommy allowed his hands their freewill, wasting no time in taking hold of her jaw so that he could deepen the kiss. (Y/N)’s hands were busy finding something else.

Despite his grip, she was still able to break away from him. He let her face slip from his grasp, his hands dropping down to grab the desk again.

“Not bad, Mr. Shelby,” she commented, looking at him through hooded eyes as she ran her thumb along her bottom lip to make sure the her lipstick wasn’t messed up. She took a quick glance down at her other hand before letting out a breath of a laugh. “Oh…” she trailed off as she looked back up at him, “I believe this is yours,” she stated, holding a packet of papers that had the breakdown of wages written on them. It was the same packet that she managed to grab amidst their exchange.

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, a dumbfounded look now present on his face. Seeing it made (Y/N)’s grin grow. She now had the upperhand, and he knew it.

“I’m going to be taking a look at it…to make sure that us women get our fair pay,” she said before turning from the desk and walking to the door of his office, making sure to sway her hips as she went.

(Y/N) exited the office without another word being said. The grin stayed present on her face as she walked away knowing that she’d just left one of the most powerful men in the city speechless.

“Mr. Shelby’s ready for his meeting now,” she announced to the man who interrupted her earlier, her grin growing as she saw his reaction.

Damn, she was having too much fun with this.

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Okay, here is the third instalment of my new Evan Buckley series, thank you all so much for the lovely feedback so far. I hope you will all like this next part.

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Summary: When Evan introduces (Y/n) to Eddie, she resembles someone he used to know. And he can't help himself when he's around her, leading to frightening behaviour.

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"Who's Shannon?"

Tremors continued to rattle through (Y/n)'s body and she couldn't lift her eyes above the level of Evan's collar bone.

She couldn't look him in the eyes. She couldn't bare to see the agony, frustration and pure anger swirling in his eyes, despite knowing none of it was aimed at her. Just knowing she had caused all of those emotions made (Y/n) feel worse than she had ever felt in her life.

What had she done? She had destroyed Evan's friendship with the one person who was always there for him through thick and thin. The only person Evan could rely on for anything, other than Maddie. She knew Evan saw Bobby as his father figure and that caused them to have a few differences and disputes over the years, but Eddie was more than a brother to Evan. He was like another part of him. They were blood brothers. And now (Y/n) had gone and ruined that friendship.

(Y/n) moved her arms to wrap them around her chest as if she was giving herself a consoling hug, but she couldn't hide the wince that flashed across her face when she moved her left wrist. Eddie had most likely sprained it.

Evan lifted his gaze from his phone and looked across at (Y/n) while he continued to type out a message without looking at the screen. Something he had grown very good at over the last few years.

He leant his hips back against the dining chair while his teeth sank down in his lower lip.

Suddenly, the few feet of distance between them felt like an ocean, and Evan didn't like it. He didn't want this space between them that had happened when he started storming around the apartment in a rage while (Y/n) simply watched him.

"You know her, don't you? Evan, your face fell when I asked who she was… why does Eddie think I'm her?"

She had seen it in his eyes the moment she asked who Shannon was. She had seen the light disappear from Evan's pupils and the way his back prickled and his shoulders tensed. He became defensive almost immediately. Things clicked into place and (Y/n) didn't have to tell Evan what had happened for him to piece it together.

Suddenly, he wasn't asking her if she had Eddie had had some sort of fight or an argument. Suddenly, he wasn't looking at her like he was worried Eddie was simply coming onto her. He assumed Eddie had hurt her. He assumed Eddie had pushed himself onto her and frightened her and worried her. That one name, Shannon, was all Evan needed to become pent up and enraged.

He had to know who she was and how important she was to Eddie. And (Y/n) had to know too. She had to know why she set Eddie off every time she was around him.

Something rumbled at the back of Evan's throat before he dragged a hand across his face.

He nodded and looked back down at his phone to the message he had hastily typed out to Tommy.

*Sorry, something's come up, can't make it tonight and Eddie probably won't either. If you see him keep an eye on him, he was in a state earlier.

Despite how much rage was circulating through Evan's mind and body, he couldn't help himself. He couldn't help but worry about Eddie, even after what he had just done.

He had to tell Tommy that he wasn't going tonight, it wouldn't be fair to leave him hanging because he didn't think Eddie was going to turn up either. But Evan was worried. He didn't know where Eddie was going or what he was going to do and in that state, Eddie might do anything. He might start a fight and get himself hurt or into trouble. He might get himself drunk to the point of excess. He might drink and drive. Anything was possible, and it worried Evan.

He wanted Tommy to know because then Tommy might find him or at least talk to him and make sure he wasn't going to do anything stupid.

Tossing his phone onto the table behind him, Evan slouched back into the chair again until the wooden back was pressing uncomfortably into his hips and creating a burning sensation beneath his skin.

He dragged both hands up and down his face, breathing into his palms to stop himself from going into a panic attack.

He let his chin flop down and both hands moved to grasp the chair behind him, steadying himself before he looked across at (Y/n). Realising she had taken a daring step closer to him.

"Shannon was Eddie's wife, they were together since they were teens. She's Chris's mum."

Stones started to sink into the pit of (Y/n)'s stomach and she leaned forward as if they were weighing her down towards the floor. She could feel the wheels turning in her mind and it caused tears to prickle in the corners of her already burning eyes.

"I th- I thought Chris's mum was dead?"

Evan's silence cut through (Y/n)'s heart and the hollow look in his eyes made her jaw drop.

Oh God. Oh no.

That was why Eddie kept saying he missed her. That was why he had been so stunned when they first met at the bachelor party. That was why he kept begging her to come home and telling her how much he and Chris missed her.

It wasn't because she was someone who had walked out on Eddie a long time ago or someone who lived far away or who didn't want to see him anymore. It was because she was physically gone, there was no essence of Shannon left. Eddie was grieving and recovering from her loss and now (Y/n) had walked in and awoken all of those dying feelings, bringing the embers back to life.

(Y/n) tightened her arm around her stomach while her hand moved to cover her mouth. She could feel her throat tightening and closing up and her stomach was telling her she was going to be sick.

"Baby-"

"Do I look like her?"

There was a turbulent look floating through Evan's eyes and his lips curled down and his nose scrunched up. He didn't want to answer that. He didn't want to even think about answering that. What kind of response could he give?

'Yes, you look a bit like my best friend's dead wife.'

'You resemble her, that's why my best friend went off the rails and hurt you.'

"A little." It was all Evan could say. He hadn't noticed. He had only met Shannon on a few occasions before she died and he didn't talk to her very much or spend a lot of time around her. They were passing acquaintances, that was all, but Evan had seen photos of her and the resemblance wasn't astounding or pain-stakingly obvious.

It was a small thing, the crease around her eyes, her smile and maybe one or two facial expressions that distantly looked like Shannon. If Evan hadn't noticed at first and even Chris hadn't noticed or said anything, then it couldn't be such an obvious reflection.

It was only striking to Eddie because of how deeply he loved Shannon and how much she was woven into his life and into so many of his memories.

Tears bled down her face and she closed her eyes, trying to ward off the burning sensation in her eyes from how much she had cried over the last hour since Eddie arrived and subsequently left.

She was desperate to drag her fingers through her hair and tug on the strands until they all came loose. She wanted to scratch her nails up and down her arms and lash out and scream and kick and thrash around the apartment. But all (Y/n) could do was lean against the kitchen counter for support. The same counter Evan had pinned Eddie up against.

"I should have stayed away." (Y/n) croaked desperately, unhooking her arm from around her waist to plant both her hands down on the counter.

"What?"

"He said he missed me." (Y/n) could feel the venom rising in her voice as she hung her head down and took shallow, shaky breaths. "He said I shouldn't have left, that I should come home! I- I should have stayed away, kept at a distance… I should have asked sooner w-who Shannon was."

Everything she should and could have done swirled around in (Y/n)'s mind until she was going dizzy.

Why didn't she ask Evan who Shannon was when Eddie first called her that? Why didn't she decide after he kissed her that she had to stay away? If she kept a firm distance between them, if she didn't let Eddie in tonight or if she let him in but kept at a distance from him, this might not have happened. If (Y/n) acted cold and rude towards Eddie instead of trying to be friendly, he might not have done this.

If she tried hard enough to be an enemy instead of a friend, Eddie wouldn't have felt like he was looking at his wife. He might have resented her, and resentment was better than whatever infatuation Eddie now had with her.

"What do you mean?" When Evan crossed the distance to stand beside her, (Y/n) frowned and stared up at him. "What do you mean, sooner? Has he done this before?"

The stones in her stomach started to grow heavy when she realised what she'd said. She'd given herself away. She told Eddie she wouldn't tell Evan. She promised herself she wouldn't tell him and upset him or cause any further problems between them. Now she'd ruined everything. Again.

Shudders rocked her frame when Evan's thumb and finger held her chin and tilted her head up so their gazes were once again interlocked.

"(Y/n), tell me. Has Eddie tried to come onto you before tonight?" The single tear that traced down her cheek had Evan's body pulling in on itself and his throat closed off when she nodded in his grasp. "What did he do?"

There was something almost menacing in Evan's voice and it made (Y/n) whimper. She didn't want to tell him. What good would that do? How was Evan knowing the details going to make this situation any better? It would only pit Evan against Eddie even more than this and ruin their friendship. That was the last thing (Y/n) ever wanted to do.

But Evan wouldn't let go of her chin and he wouldn't look anywhere else but into her watering eyes.

And he was using her name. He never called her by her name unless something serious was going on. He was forever using nicknames and pet names for her and that was the way (Y/n) liked it.

"At the wedding last week… he pinned me to the wall, he called me Shannon and kissed me. Evan he promised not to do it again-"

"That's- that's why you were so anxious when we left. Why the Hell didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to cause problems, and he said he wouldn't do it again! If I- if I knew who he thought I was, I would have told you." (Y/n) could barely catch a proper breath when Evan let go of her chin and moved to drag his fingers through his hair instead.

She would have told him if she knew Eddie thought he was talking to his wife. If she knew he thought she resembled Shannon, she would have put as much distance between them as possible. She would have told Evan or in the very least, mentioned something to Bobby since he seemed to be a father figure to both men. She wouldn't have been so forgiving if she knew why Eddie had come onto her in the way he did.

"Fuck! Christ, baby you should have told me either way. You can't hide something like that from me and pretend everything's fine. God knows what he might've done if I didn't come home- he had you up against the wall for fuck's sake. Did he hurt you tonight?"

Every thought imaginable started to run through Evan's mind at the speed of light until he felt like he was going to overload his brain.

If he knew Eddie had done this at the wedding he would of said something. He would of made sure Eddie knew in no uncertain terms that he couldn't come near (Y/n) again. He couldn't talk to her or approach her or go within ten feet of her until he had his shit sorted out. Evan would have told him to go talk to his therapist again and to be careful. He couldn't go down this path because it wasn't going to work out.

She was Evan's partner and even if she wasn't, trying to be with someone who looked like his dead wife was a frightening insult. He didn't want (Y/n) because of who she was or how smart and caring and funny and sweet she was. He wanted her because he wanted her to look and act like Shannon. He wanted his wife back in whatever form he could get her.

But he couldn't do this. Eddie couldn't go down this road.

(Y/n) gasped when Evan suddenly reached out and took her hands in his. He pulled her hands closer, frowning when she winced which caused him to look down at her wrists.

He noticed when he first stormed into the apartment that she had been cradling both arms to her chest. And he had seen the way she winced or tensed when she was moving one of her wrists.

It was swollen. Her left wrist was still shaking and the skin was tender, bruised and starting to swell up. But it was the nail marks scratched into her skin that made Evan's blood boil.

"He wouldn't let go," She whispered quietly, wincing when Evan dragged his thumb across the back of her wrist. "He kept telling me to come home."

"That's all he did? He didn't… Christ, he didn't do anything else, you swear it?"

"No." (Y/n) shook her head, trying to squash Evan's worries and rid them from his mind. Eddie hadn't gone any further. He didn't hit her or attack her or hurt her in any other way and he didn't force himself on her.

That was what Evan was worried about, (Y/n) could see it in his eyes. He didn't want to believe Eddie would do something like that, but Evan didn't recognise the man he had thrown out of their apartment tonight. He didn't know that frightening look in Eddie's eyes and it made Evan wonder what he was capable of.

What would he have done if Evan hadn't come home when he did? What state would (Y/n) of been in if Evan came home ten, fifteen, twenty minutes later?

"He's, he's never called me by my name. Evan, he doesn't see me, all he can see is her. It's like he's living in another world, a delusion."

It hadn't struck (Y/n) as odd at first when Eddie didn't say her name. It wasn't until he called her Shannon that she realised he'd never uttered her name before. Now she could see that whenever Eddie looked at her, something clicked in his mind and the world shifted. He looked at her and forgot where he was. He forgot what time he was living in and he forgot reality. All he could see was his wife and all he wanted was to do what he could to get her back.

He wasn't safe to be around when he was like that, and (Y/n) didn't know what to do or what Evan could do, either.

"Okay, it's okay."

The panic finally started to die down in (Y/n)'s chest when Evan submerged her in his embrace. Her face tucked back into his shirt like she had done earlier and her arms bound around his torso so tightly she almost squeezed all the air out of his lungs. She felt his fingers tangle into her hair and his other hand pressed down against her lower back, keeping her secured in his arms.

He kissed the top of her head and leaned his cheek against her hair as he tried to think. What could he do? How could he make this any better? How was he going to fix things with Eddie? Was there anything he could do to make this situation bearable for them all?

"Evan, I- I'm so sorry."

"What?" His brows furrowed and he tilted his head so both his mouth and nose were smothered in her hair. He continued to brush his thumb across the back of her neck and realised he had begun to sway them from side to side.

"Eddie's your family, I've come between you. I didn't tell you b-because I didn't want to ruin your friendship or the family you have, but now, I've-"

"Baby, baby stop. You haven't ruined anything, okay? Eddie has fucked this up but I'm gonna try and make it better. I'll talk to him, and to Bobby. But none of this is your fault and I don't want you to think like that or even dare think about distancing from me. You're my family too."

Evan had a feeling that (Y/n) might just try and step away from him. She might retreat and keep herself at arms length to try and let Evan repair things with Eddie.

It was clear she wasn't going to be able to be around Eddie anymore, at least not for a while. That meant Evan was going to have to distance from Eddie too and keep these two relationships separate.

Evan didn't want (Y/n) to try and pull away from him. He wanted her to stay right here, wrapped up in his arms where he knew she was safe and loved. (Y/n) was part of Evan's family too, she was just as important to him as Eddie and Bobby and Maddie. She was one of them and Evan was going to protect her and fight to keep her here with him.

He was going to sort this out. Somehow.

***

"You're in early, you pulling another double?" Eddie slung his bag off his shoulder and smiled as he walked into the locker room.

He rose a brow and glanced over at Ravi who was just finishing up getting into his uniform.

He moved towards his locker and placed his bag inside, reaching in for one of the newly washed shirts he had hanging up. But he looked around the locker when Ravi didn't answer him. Eddie could feel his brows knitting together in confusion when Ravi stared at him with a perplexed look.

Was he nervous? Why was he looking at Eddie like that? Out of all the people in the station, Eddie had been the one who didn't try and play tricks on Ravi or wind him up. He knew Ravi was always nervous around Bobby because he was Captain, and he was worried around Evan who was always trying to get him to do better and be better on shift. But not Eddie.

"No, I- I'm not on the B shift for the next two weeks… I swapped with Buck."

Those words sent knives striking through Eddie's chest and he could feel his heart seizing up in his chest.

What had Evan done? Who had he talked to? Why was he changing their shifts around?

They had routines, they worked together, almost every shift they had aligned together. They were always on the A shift and Ravi more often than not took the B shift because the latter shift meant more night shifts. And Ravi preferred nights, that was why they didn't often get to work with him.

"Why?" The dangerous tone in Eddie's voice had Ravi stepping back and looking around the empty room nervously.

He didn't want to say. He didn't want to repeat Evan's words that were still swirling around in his head from yesterday.

He could still hear the anger in Evan's voice and see the surprise on Bobby's face after Evan asked Ravi and Bobby for a chat in Bobby's office.

"I need a favour. I wanna be put on the B shift, just for a week or two. Can we swap?"

"Why?"

"Buck what's going on?"

"Ravi agreed so just switch the shifts, please?"

"I have to know the reason, Buck. If there's an issue I have to sort or be aware of-"

"Because if you don't I'm gonna rip Eddie's fucking head off."

A shudder tore down Ravi's spine at the memory. He could hear that gritty, low voice. He could see the rage in Evan's eyes and the panic written across Bobby's face before he agreed and dismissed Ravi for a private chat with Evan.

He didn't want to ask. He didn't want to know why his friend needed the swap. Ravi agreed, he would gladly help Evan out and change shifts, it didn't matter to him if he was now on the A shift, it would be a welcomed change. Just as long as he didn't get caught up in any drama or fights. He didn't want to be involved in whatever was going on here.

"Buck asked for a swap, I didn't ask why."

Eddie swung the locker door closed with such a thud that the locker itself bashed back into the wall and echoed around the whole station.

He left the locker room without another word and hurried into the main floor of the station, looking around for the person he had been avoiding for the last two days.

He hadn't called or messaged Evan. Not once. He had tried to give them both some space to calm down and he stupidly thought that Evan would be civil with him when they both came back on shift today. Clearly he thought wrong. He didn't think Evan would try and avoid him like this. He hoped they could talk and work things out.

He'd royally messed this up.

"Buck!" His voice boomed across the station floor when he spotted a familiar crop of sandy curls about to leave the station.

He stormed across to where Evan wasn't even turning in his direction, watching as Evan continued to walk off.

He had changed out of his uniform, giving away the fact that he had clearly just finished his shift rather than just starting it like he was supposed to start now, with Eddie. He was wearing slacks, a faded pair of trousers and a dark blue hoodie that, as per most of his clothing, was tight on the shoulders and very snug on the chest.

Evan didn't turn around until he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder and a rough grab that twisted him to the left.

His lips rolled together into a snarl and he huffed, shoving his phone back in his pocket while he dumped his bag on the floor. His head tilted back at an angle and he rose one brow, looking very distant and unamused as he stared down at Eddie.

"What?"

"You've swapped shifts, really? Can't we talk about this and work it out?"

"No." He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head with a dismissive tone. "I don't wanna talk to you, Eddie. I don't wanna be around you at all, not until you've sorted yourself out."

That was it. That was all Evan wanted to say on the matter. He didn't want to delve into this right now in the middle of the station. He knew they needed to talk, but not yet. Not while Evan still felt like he could happily smash his fist into Eddie's face and not feel an ounce of guilt about it.

It would be better if they kept their distance for a while and let each other simmer down. And Evan wanted Eddie to try and figure things out for himself, he wanted Eddie to talk to his therapist and work through this before they even tried to talk.

Bobby agreed. Once Evan explained the situation yesterday, he told Evan space was a good idea and that they both had to calm down. And he told Evan in no uncertain terms that (Y/n) should stay clear of Eddie. She shouldn't try and clear the air or get him to apologise or try and get the boys back talking. She had to stay away if she wanted to help because she was a trigger for Eddie and he clearly couldn't help himself right now.

"Buck we need to talk."

"No."

"You can't just avoid me until you forgive me. I'm not doing this, we have to talk." Eddie gave Evan a rough shove before he could think better of it. He was aiming to push Evan towards the gym that was to their right, but all he did was infuriate Evan further.

Evan spun on his heels and knocked Eddie back three feet, chest heaving and rage pure and unfiltered in his eyes.

"I don't want to forgive you Eddie. There, you wanna talk? Go ahead. Tell me why I should forgive my best friend for terrorising my partner."

Evan took a step back before he growled when Eddie snatched his car keys from his hoodie pocket. He took a deep breath, calming himself down because he could see Chimney from the corner of his eye, watching them closely from the ambulance.

His neck cracked from left to right before he stormed into the gym after Eddie who put the keys on the bench at the back. He wasn't going to prevent Evan from leaving, he needed him in here so they could talk without an audience. And he somehow knew Evan wasn't going to leave their conversation half finished like this. Evan couldn't do that unless he wanted to go home and have this conversation with himself in a hundred different ways, wondering how it would have turned out and what he could of said.

"Talk." Evan demanded in such a shrill tone that it was almost a roar. He waved a hand out at his side to emphasise his patience that was fading and his will that was also wading away as the seconds ticked by.

"I didn't mean to hurt her, to hurt you. You have to believe me-"

"No I don't."

"Would you just listen?" Eddie snapped while his hands found their place on his hips and one leg leaned out to the side in such a sassy manner that Evan would have snorted if the anger wasn't directed at him.

But it was hard to listen when all Evan wanted to do was either run off and hide or yell at the top of his voice until Eddie understood. He had so much he wanted to say but no time or patience to stand here and say it. He wanted to talk, he wanted to listen, he wanted to run and he wanted to stay put. All together, all at once. All feelings combusting inside of him, one by one.

"I- God, Buck I don't know where to start. I saw her at the party and I just, I don't know, I felt whole and broken at the same time. She reminds me of Shannon, and I can't get over that, over her. What would you do if you thought you saw your wife after losing her four years ago?"

Evan waited another few seconds to make sure Eddie was finished before he contemplated how to respond to that.

"Okay… but if you felt like that, then you tell me. Or you go to Bobby or your damn therapist. Instead, you kissed my girlfriend, Eddie. You scared her, then you promised you wouldn't do it again. And then I come home and you've got her pinned against the wall. Do you even know what you might have done if I didn't come in when I did? Would you have hit her, would you shout at her or push her down or try and force yourself on her?"

Panic fluttered across Eddie's pupils and he visibly winced, pulling in on himself at the thought.

No. He wouldn't have done any of that… he hoped.

He couldn't truly answer that because he didn't know. It was like a veil came down over his mind and it wasn't Eddie in control anymore. He wasn't the type of man who would do any of that. He would never hit a woman or raise his voice or intentionally hurt or fight with a woman or a friend or someone he loved. But who he was that night wasn't the man he was right now. He couldn't control that change, and it frightened him.

"I miss Shannon." Something broke in his voice and if Evan was looking at this from an outside perspective, he would have broken too. He would have gave in and consoled Eddie and saw this through his eyes.

But Evan wasn't looking at this from the outside, and he couldn't see this through Eddie's eyes either. From his own perspective, that wasn't enough. Missing Shannon wasn't enough for Eddie to go and do what he did, Evan couldn't accept that.

"She's all I ever knew, the only person who got me, who I wanted to be with, and God took her. And now, it- Buck, it feels like you've took my chance to have her back and I know that's not true, okay? I know how wrong I am, but it's how I feel."

"But she's not your wife, Eddie, I haven't come along and ruined your marriage or taken your wife. Shannon's dead, okay? She's gone and you can't try and mould my girlfriend into Shannon's doppelganger."

"You've never lost someone you loved, Buck! You've never had to live each day without them and then see someone and think finally, they've come back to you. She's just like my Shannon-"

Evan's fist slammed against the wall, putting a rather large dint in the plaster and causing a violent thud to shudder through the station and catch a few people's attention.

"You can't even say her fucking name!"

A wide grin spread across Evan's face and he ran his fingers through his hair, looking up at the ceiling as he started to laugh condescendingly. How messed up was Eddie? How messed up was he to believe that Evan was going to go along with this mess? Did he believe Evan would see this from his point of view when he couldn't even be true to himself.

He couldn't say (Y/n)'s name. She was right. Eddie couldn't see reality when he looked at her and even now, thinking about her blurred the lines between fantasy and reality and Eddie kept slipping into that dream. He kept seeing his wife instead of the completely different girl in front of him.

"Her name is (Y/n) and she's nothing like Shannon, but you can't see that because you're fucked in the head."

It was Eddie's turn to laugh before his lips curled into a cynical smile and he shook his head as if he didn't believe what he was hearing.

He lashed out and sent the heel of his boot rocketing into the bench, watching with glee as it toppled over and crashed into the stack of weights in the corner. The collision caught some more attention and he could of clapped when he saw Bobby aiming their way.

Just great. That was all they needed. Another person who wouldn't take Eddie's side. Even when Bobby knew what it was like to lose his wife and feel like the world was ending. Bobby would take Evan's side just like he always did because he was closer to him. And Bobby had his happy ending. He had Athena and Evan had (Y/n); but who did Eddie have?

Who was left for Eddie to love and be loved by? Who could Eddie be with when everyone seemed to leave him?

"Here we go, here's your back up come to save you. Go on, tell him what I've done. Get me put on leave 'cos I'm so fucked up. Get him to talk to me because even Bobby gets a second chance after killing fifty people but I can't have her because she's yours-"

"Shut the fuck up Eddie."

"You know what, I'd love to know what would have happened if you didn't come home that night. Maybe I'd of gotten lucky with your girl."

Evan lunged. Before he registered what he was doing, his right arm curved around Eddie's waist and he rammed his shoulder into the middle of Eddie's chest, level with his sternum. He pushed, forcing all of his weight forward until Eddie was toppling backwards and landed with a harsh thud on the polished floor with Evan's weight crushing down on him.

He reared back just enough to sit up and slam his fist down against Eddie's nose. Revelling in the way Eddie's head smashed into the floor and blood started to pour down his face.

"Enough!" Bobby's stern demand coursed through the air and before Evan could slam his fist down on Eddie again, he felt a pair of arms slip beneath his armpits. "Buck, get off him!"

Bobby shuffled back and dragged Evan along with him who kicked his feet out as a violent growl passed his lips.

He wanted to fling his arms out. He wanted to hit Bobby and tell him to get off so he could go for round two of attacking the stranger he didn't think he knew anymore. But he let Bobby stand him back on his feet and pin him against the wall with one firm hand in the centre of his chest. He held his arms out at his sides as a sign of surrender while Chimney rushed ahead and helped Eddie onto unsteady feet with a hand plastered beneath his bloody nose.

"I thought this was why I changed your shift pattern?" The condescending tone in Bobby's voice faded out as he stared across at Evan and noticed the pain hiding behind his eyes. "Buck, go home. Eddie, get in my office. Anything like this happens again on shift, I'll suspend both of you, now move."

Leaning over, Evan snatched his keys from the floor where they landed when Eddie kicked the bench over. He swirled them round on his thumb while his chest heaved and his head felt like it was full of air.

He was leaving. He was going home to be with his girl. And he would try to forget that this had happened, but he knew he wouldn't be able to. He couldn't see a way past this point.

What were they going to do?

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carlsangel · 7 months ago

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carl grimes x fem!reader

(ron makes you uncomfortable, carl comes to your rescue.)

tags: i really don’t know o-o

masterlist here!

“Seriously I don’t get why we have to come to this, what’re we even gonna do here?” You complain, walking beside Rick and Carl on your way to Deanna’s house. Carl looks at you, unsure of what to say as he adjusts Judith in his arms. “Well, they’re tryna be nice…and welcoming I suppose. We’re gonna be polite and say thank you. We’re lucky to be here.” Rick responds.

All of this seriously confused you. I mean, a couple of days ago, you guys were all on the road and sleeping on the floor of a barn that smelt like horse shit. How were you meant to go from that, to going to a house party in a normal house, with normal people, in a normal community? It’s just simply not possible. Not in the world you live in.

You accept what Rick says and just leave it at that. You enter Deanna’s home to the intimidating sound of loud chatter. You were expecting people to harass you with tons of questions about your past and how you wound up here with the group. Things about your family you wished to forget.

Deanna walks over to greet you guys and she grabs Judith from Carl’s arms, freeing his hand to hold yours. He gives a gentle squeeze as Deanna makes pointless small talk that’ll later be forgotten. You notice that Maggie and Glenn are already there which makes you feel somewhat better. You’re pulled from your thoughts when Carl begins to walk further into the house, to the kitchen.

“C’mon I saw someone with lemonade.” He says with a smile. You smile too at how sweet he was, how excited he got over something as simple as lemonade. You follow him through the crowded home and stop at the island with pitchers of random beverages. He grabs you both a cup and pours the lemonade into them. You stare around the room, studying everything you see. Every exit, every person, everything.

“Here.” He hands you the glass and notices how intently you’re looking at everything. “Are you okay?” He asks, pushing the cup closer to you. You snap out of whatever trance you were in and grab the glass. “Yeah I’m fine.” You give him a small smile. He could tell you were spewing bullshit. He knew you well, I mean you’re best friends. You wished you were more than that; he did too.

“Look this place is real. I know it’s hard to accept…I barely have myself.” He explains. “But everything is finally gonna be okay.” You nod, taking in his advice when you hear someone arrive to the house. You and Carl walk into the hallway and look towards the end of it, noticing Jessie and her family had arrived. You’d met Ron earlier and he seemed relatively normal. Minus his odd remarks.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a girl show up at the gates. We’re glad you’re here.” He told you. Who says that? You saw him as he entered and your nose sort of wrinkles. Rick walks over to the both of you and instructs Carl to find Judith and to pry her from whatever strangers arms she was in. You watch as he walks away and your heart immediately sinks. You walk back into the kitchen to hide and you stand by the island sort of just looking around.

“There you are.” You turn to be met by Ron. Great.

“Oh…hi?” You respond as he walks over to grab a glass. “Is that lemonade?” He asks pointing at your cup. Your eyebrows knit together in annoyance; it’s the only yellow beverage on the counter. “Yes.” You respond shortly. He notices how short you’re being but doesn’t really take it as a hint to leave you the fuck alone, but rather a sign to keep going. “Sooo you didn’t talk much back at my house. I was hopin to get to know you more.” He explains. You turn to look at him and drink from your cup, not exactly sure what he wants to hear from you.

“Well what about your family?” He scoots a little closer to you. “M-my family?” You mutter. “Yeah your family. I assume they’re no longer with us…I mean that’s how it is now, right?” He states, you begin to slowly inch away from him. How is this any of his business? You begin to feel increasingly uncomfortable. “I’m just saying, I know how you feel. Before all this, I lost an uncle of mine. So if you need to chat at all, I’m here.” He places his hand on the small of your back, causing you to pull away from him completely. He puts his hand up in the air defensively. Before you know it, his shoulder is pushed back a little, and Carl now has his attention.

“C’mon man just back off her a little okay?” He says relatively politely. Ron laughs a little and shrugs. “I was just tryna help.” Carl scoffs. “I think she’s fine without your help.” He replies. Ron looks between the both of you for a moment and sort of laughs to himself. “You’re together aren’t you?” A smug grin forms on his face. Like he knows anything. “No, but that has nothing to do with the fact that you’re clearly weirding her out.” You place your cup down on the counter, getting ready to head out as soon as possible.

“How am I making her uncomfortable? All I’m doing is trying to help her. That’s all.” Carl rolls his eyes. You could sense that this wouldn’t end well. “Help her? That involves touching?” He remarks. He pushes past him and grabs your hand, leading you out of the kitchen and the situation. He leads out outside to the empty porch. You shiver a little at the sudden breeze of cold air that passed through. Carl noticed of course, he notices everything about you. He takes his flannel off and hands it to you.

“What about you?” You ask, taking it from his hands. He shrugs. “You matter more.” He gives you a small smile. You put the flannel on and you both lean against the railings of the house silently. He’s the first to speak up. “Sorry I wish there for you earlier.” You can see him overthink. You shake your head in response, “No don’t apologize. He didn’t get very far thanks to you.” You giggle. He smiles at that and nods.

You look off into the distance for a moment silently, your hands gently resting on the rails. After a moment you can feel his hand over yours. You’re glad to have someone like him. Someone who actually cares.

You can tell you’ll be more than friends very soon.

a/n: erm this was ass and i’m sorry about it :/ yall idk how to write endings and i know that’s prevalent IM SORRY rhrjrbtjfbfngn anyway i actually like ron and really think he’s a misunderstood character butttt THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE :>

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meazalykov · 10 days ago

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I love coffey

sam coffey x reader

summary: you're too scared to confess your feelings to the woman, so you find a clever way to confess-- or so you thought.

you’ve been teammates with sam for a while now—first with the portland thorns and now on the national team.

she’s magnetic, sweet in a way that lights up your world. she’s affectionate and warm, never failing to bring you into every conversation, every joke, every team activity.

no one else makes you feel the way she does, seen and understood and so appreciated. whether it’s sitting beside you on the team bus, slipping you half her protein bar after a tough practice, or sending you a smile that feels just a little softer, just for you—you’re totally captivated.

you’re falling for her, hard. at first you were scared of falling for her, but now you are content with how things are going.

keeping it hidden has been tough. sometimes you catch yourself staring, and other teammates have started to notice how much time you spend together.

one afternoon at sophia’s apartmenr, as you’re chatting with the forward, the words accidentally slip out.

“i think i’m in love with coffey,” you mumble, caught up in your own thoughts as sophia stopped talking about the upcoming national camp.

the moment you realize what you’ve said, you freeze.

sophia’s eyes light up with curiosity.

“wait, what did you just say?”

“i love… drinking coffee,” you stammer, trying to play it off, even though you don’t even like coffee and what you said didn’t make sense to sophia’s national camp talk.

sophia narrows her eyes, suspicious, but she lets it slide– for now.

the next day, however, she brings you a vanilla iced coffee, insisting you give it a shot since she “didn’t know you loved coffee so much.” the whole scene becomes a mess when you take a sip in front of sophia, jessie, and morgan.

the taste is bitter, and you barely swallow before dashing to the locker room sink, spitting it out. sophia crosses her arms with a triumphant grin.

“i knew it! you don’t love coffee, you love sam coffey,” she says, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and satisfaction at being right. morgan laughs, while jessie looks confused, still– both looking at you expectantly.

they press you on whether you’ll ever tell sam. your heart sinks a bit.

sure, sam is affectionate with you, but she’s straight—or, at least, that’s what you’ve assumed. when you voice your doubts, jessie shakes her head.

“don’t assume anything. i’ve seen how she is with you, and trust me, it’s different than how she treats everyone else.”

with their encouragement, you decide to tell sam, half-fearing the worst but desperate to finally let it out. you pull her aside after practice, the two of you stepping just outside the locker room for a moment of privacy.

you feel your hands tremble as you begin, trying to piece together the right words.

“sam, i… i’ve been meaning to tell you something,” you start, your voice barely above a whisper.

she watches you, her expression softening as you stammer out a confession.

“sam, i have feelings for you.” you feel your face burn as the words escape you.

to your surprise, sam’s face breaks into a grin. “finally,” she says, exhaling as though she’s been holding her breath.

“i was wondering when you’d say it. do you know how flustered you get around me?” she teases, stepping closer.

your heart races as her hand reaches up to gently cup your cheek. without another word, she leans in, and the two of you share a tender, electrifying kiss just outside the locker room.

it feels like time has stopped, and you’re lost in the warmth of her touch, the reality that your feelings are returned wrapping around you like a gentle hug.

pulling away, sam smiles, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“you’re adorable when you’re nervous, you know that?”

you laugh, feeling lighter than ever.

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#sam coffey #woso fanfics #woso community #woso x reader #uswnt x reader #uswnt players #portland thorns #jessie fleming #sophia smith

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simonsomeriley · 10 months ago

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please would you write for Ellie x doctor!reader in Jackson who looks after everyone and helps Ellie out after a patrol one day!

your wish is my command <3

1.3k words | gn!reader

You're walking on the slippery ice on the road of Jackson, you hear the sounds of children giggling through the streets, everything here just feels like home.

Even with the worries of whats going on outside, the little community you've all built together makes it at least a little bit better. Being able to help the people of your community, the children. Makes it all better, day by day.

In the morning, the elders go outside for their chit-chats and their coffee, watching the kids run outside. Playing football, drawing with chalk, finally being able to let kids be kids again.

The evenings are spent doing your jobs and your tasks, gathering supplies like wood, water refills, & food, the chefs are in the kitchen cooking up what they can make of what they have.

You, on the other hand, spend your evenings in the medical supply tent. Putting cartoon bandaids on kids' knees after they fall, stitching up some people who have fallen on the ice. And what you do best, take care of your self-proclaimed "hunters" after they've been out on patrol.

And the night time is spent with dim lights, cleaning up, & getting children ready for bed.

Your medical tent is usually up 24/7, just in case an emergency happens past usual work hours. If there has been a lot of cases in one day, usually the nice older lady that runs the bakery will get you a sweet treat as a reward.

You're just cleaning up the tent per usual in the afternoon, mopping the floor and sanitizing what tools you have. There had been Ellie's turn to go on patrol today, Ellie and Jessie together. They'd left a couple of hours ago, nothing seemingly out of order. Usually they'd stay out until it got dark, or in Joel's words "Testing God's patience."

You hear the sound of hooves, galloping, humans running to open the gates & lots of loud talking. It dies down after a while, you decide that it wasn't anything urgent. Assuming that if it was, you'd probably be called over for some look-overs for serious injuries.

You hear someone enter your tent, you look up from where you're sterilizing some needles. It's Jesse. He's alone. You'd just assumed Ellie came hand-in-hand with Jesse, realizing now that it wasn't the case.

"Anything happen, Jesse? Anything I need to get my emergency kit out for?" Jesse looks around, like he's familiarizing his surroundings, "Nah. To me? No. Ellie could use some help, though. Hopefully nothing too serious. She got some infected hangin' off of Shimmer,"

You stand up, gathering some items off of your desk and putting them in an over the shoulder bag, "She's fine though, right? No injuries, just some bruising I'm assuming?"

"If you're talking about the horse, Shimmer's fine. If you're talking about the human, Ellie's not lookin' too hot. Luckily the infected got off by the time we neared the gates. Think she hit her head pretty hard, though."

You walk over to the opening of the tent, where Jesse's standing in the makeshift "doorway", "I'll have a look at 'er. Make sure you get the horses in the stables, okay?"

Jesse backs up, walking out of the tent, "Sure, mom. Good thing there wasn't any major weather. The infected were hiding under the already fallen snow. No way to figure out whether there'd be infected under there or not. I'd say we made it out pretty good for how many of those monsters were out there,"

You're walking towards the gate now, some people are gathered there & discussing patrol curfew, horses & partners. You spot Joel by Ellie's side though, seemingly she looked fine a tad bit, bruised, with some minor cuts, you spotted no extreme injuries or anything major.

Jesse's walked over to the stables now, you approach Ellie with your bag over your shoulder, "How're you holding up, Ells? You aren't looking so hot,"

She whips her head around at the sound of your voice, from where she's standing talking to Joel. "I'm fine," of course. The default, tiring, awkward response. I'm fine.

"Really, I could take you to the tent and just get you checked over. Make sure you don't have any deeper-than-skin injuries that'll affect you later,"

She seems to nod and sigh in defeat, the all stubborn girl she is, and she walks with you by your side back to the medical tent.

"Jesse told me about the infected. Seemed pretty intense out there, huh? Glad Shimmer's alright and you aren't missing any limbs,"

She holds eye contact as you speak, looking away at the end of your sentence and widening her eyes, "Yet. Never know how many of those guys are out there, y'know? It's hard to tell in the winter time. S'like they run on freezing weather or something,"

You lift up the entrance of the tent for her as she leans down to get under it, "You're reckless, you know that? You should be more careful. Like Joel says, you only live once, at least make it worth the while," she winces as she bends down, and she tries to cover it up. You notice.

You sit her down at a chair with a pillow on the seat, "You're not very good at pretending, do you know that?"

The smug grin on her face tells you enough.

You dampen a washcloth in the sink, bringing it over to her and wiping at the dried blood stains on her face. Most of it disappears without trace. That's good, that means it's mostly coming from one place. Not many wounds.

She has an indent in her upper lip. You take note of it.

You ask her to take off her jacket, leaving her in just her band t-shirt and her jeans. You check her arms for any wounds, and once you reckon you've found every injury, you get out your needle and thread.

You figure the cut in her upper lip would heal on its own, recommending her some cleaning solution to keep on her bedside table.

You sew the cut in her arm together, from what looks like could broken glass or a hard slam against the ground.

You put a band-aid over the stitching, and you're now instructing her on how to keep the cut on her upper lip clean. She's completely out of focus with what you're saying.

You keep rustling in your stash, finding the cleaning solution and q-tips at last, demonstrating how to take care of it.

Her eyes are only focused on you. She watches you like you hung the moon and the stars up in the sky.

You come back to your senses after ranting about cleaning wounds & how to do it at home, and you realize that she's closer to your face than what you remembered. You could almost feel her cold-minty breath on your face if you focused hard enough. Her pupils are dilated.

It's been quiet for a while. Neither of you notice or bring it up. It's a comfortable quiet. A shared silence.

You feel her lip graze yours. You want to stop her. You want to tell her off for this so bad, you'd say, "Ellie, you have a fresh cut on your lip. This isn't a good idea," but still. You can't bring yourself to say it. Not when her closeness feels this good. This right.

She asks permission. After sitting in silence for the past couple of minutes, she asks permission, "Can I?" you freeze. You don't know what to say.

Her eyes are on you. You feel her heart rhythm. Her breathing. You nod your head to the best of your abilities when your head feels this clouded from her attention.

She leans in close, and the gap between your lips closes. You feel her lips on yours for long, a sweet, heart-warming kiss. You can practically feel her smirk against your face before you pull away.

"Might have to be reckless more often if this is what I get out of it,"

#simonsomeriley #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #gender neutral reader #the last of us x reader #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us part 2 #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams angst #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams hurt/comfort #ellie williams x female reader #doctor!reader #nurse!reader

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gunnerfc · 10 months ago

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By Your Side | Cloé Lacasse x CAN!Reader

summary: tearing your ACL is never fun, but having your girlfriend by your side makes it feel less scary

warnings: none other than this being a little angsty?

WC: 1.2K

AN: I know nothing about ACL tears so apologies in advance if it's not 100% accurate!

to the anon that requested this, im sorry this took forever but I hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

may make a part 2 where R comes back after recoverying!

You normally enjoyed attending camps with the national team since it meant being able to see your girlfriend. While Cloé played in England with Arsenal, you were playing in Los Angeles with Angel City. However, waking up this morning before the game against The United States, you felt a nervous feeling taking over your body. You thought it was simply because of the rivalry between the two teams but as it got closer to kick off, the nervousness continued to consume you.

Sitting in the locker room next to Jessie, you tried to tune out the loudness of some of your teammates and instead focus on prepping for the game. You had made the starting eleven because of all the hard work you had put in during practice but that did nothing to lessen your uneasy feeling.

You were too deep in your thoughts to notice that Jessie had gotten up and her seat now being occupied by Cloé. The blonde could see the worry written across your face and like you, assumed it was because of the rivalry.

“You’re gonna do great, y/n/n,” the blonde spoke just loud enough for you to hear her over your teammates’ music.

You were brought out of your thoughts at the sound of her voice, turning to give her a small smile in appreciation for her words but you didn’t respond. You reached out a hand to hold onto hers and gave it a quick squeeze just as Bev alerted the subs they needed to head to the bench and for the starters to make their way to the tunnel. A quick speech was given but you were more focused on Cloé’s hand in yours.

Cloé held on to your hand the entire walk to the tunnel, only letting go so you could find your spots in the line. As she let go, she gave you one last reassuring squeeze hoping to help your nerves. You were grateful for her trying to help, but it unfortunately didn’t.

You did your best to focus on the walkout and anthems, hoping that once the ref blew the whistle, you would be ready to go. For the most part, that’s what happened. Once the game had started, you diverted your focus to the game rather than your nervous thoughts.

The first half ended with both sides still at zero but that doesn’t mean it was uneventful. The rivalry was in full swing as both teams played a bit more aggressively than they would against a different opponent. A total of five yellow cards was handed out in the first forty-five, meaning a lot of players would have to be extra careful in the second half.

The short break in between halves went by quicker than you would have liked but it meant less time to dwell on your feelings. As you walked out to the field, Cloé jogged past you, giving you a small shoulder bump and a smile as she passed. You sent her a quick smile before she turned away, heading to her position on the wing.

The second half started just like the first ended, both teams playing a bit messy, fouling each other left and right. The scoreline remained at zero-zero with neither team getting a good opportunity to score, until the 75th minute. The US had gotten a shot on goal that Kailen blocked, sending it out for a corner kick for the States.

You stood at the edge of the box, ready to get any ball that was cleared your way. You could feel the presence of one of the US players near you but you focused your attention on the ball. As the ball was kicked into the box, one of your teammates got a head to it first, sending it your way. The ball connected with your feet and as you turned to start your run down the field, you felt a harsh tackle that sent you to the ground.

You felt a sharp pain in your knee, unable to move to get up. Tears instantly welled up in your eyes as you turned your head trying to hide your face from the large crowd that was now silent. All you could hear was the ref blowing her whistle, most likely to alert the medical staff that they were needed. You heard some shouts from your teammates but you couldn't make out what they were saying, too in pain to concentrate.

You felt two hands on your ribs and shoulder, knowing it was Cloé right away. You knew her touch so well that even in an insane amount of pain, you knew it was her.

You weren’t paying attention to what she was saying, only making out “is it your leg” before the medical staff were by your side, asking the same questions.

All you could do was nod as they quickly started assessing your knee. Cloé hated seeing you in any kind of pain, but knowing that it could be the dreaded three-letter injury, she felt heartbroken for you. The blonde moved to wipe the tears off your face and some of the pieces of grass that had stuck to your forehead as the staff called for a stretcher.

Your teammates who were now huddled around you gave the medical staff space as they lifted you onto the stretcher, some of them giving you a quick pat on your stomach as you were lifted up. Cloé gave you a quick kiss on your forehead before you got too far from her, watching as you gave a small thumbs-up to the Canadian supporters who traveled for the game.

You spent the rest of the game in the locker room getting looked at by all the team doctors, They all came to the same conclusion, you had torn your ACL, but you should still go to the local hospital for it to be confirmed. You asked for them to let you be to process the diagnosis and they left you in the small medical room. You didn’t have much time to process anything before your girlfriend joined you.

“Did they say what it was,” the blonde asked as she entered the room. She knew it was your ACL but there was still a small part of her that hoped that maybe it wasn’t.

“ACL tear,” was all you could get out without crying again. You knew how long and painful this injury could be and it was daunting.

Cloé was quick to your side, holding your hands tightly in hers as she held back her own tears.

“I’ll be by your side the whole time, y/n/n. You won’t have to do this alone,” the blonde spoke, her voice cracking more with each word. Hearing your girlfriend's words brought a small, sad smile to your face.

“I know, I don't think I could do this without you,” you whispered as you gave her hands a tight squeeze.

Cloé leaned down to give you a quick kiss on your lips before giving you another forehead kiss. You knew this injury was going to be an uphill battle but with your girlfriend and teammates by your side, it would be a whole lot easier than doing it alone.

#woso x reader #awfc x reader #canwnt x reader #cloé lacasse x reader #cloé lacasse

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woso-dreamzzz · 8 months ago

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Hide-and-Seek

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You play hide and seek

Magda doesn't get yelled at a lot.

It's not really something that happens. She, very specifically, doesn't get yelled at by Pernille. Not at home at least, a few time on the pitch to leave the ball alone but that's never out of anger.

Right now, though, it's out of anger.

"Where the hell is our child?!" Pernille demands, arms crossed and furious look on her face that Magda has seen only a few times.

"She's right-" Magda reaches a hand out for you only for it to close around empty air. She looks down in shock at the empty space she assumed you were in.

You're not there and she looks up to see the furious look on Pernille's face turn to pure, unfiltered anger.

"You lost her?!"

"I didn't lose her!" Magda says quickly," I didn't! I..." She tries to run through excuses in her mind, tries to find something that will send Pernille away long enough to find you. "I left her with Sam."

"With Sam?!"

Perhaps, that wasn't the best choice because Pernille looks angrier than before, muttering under her breath before running off to find Sam.

As she goes, Magda grabs Niamh and Jessie from where they were relaxing on beanbag chairs together.

"Come on," She says," We need to find Princesse."

Niamh frowns. "I thought you said you left her with Sam."

"I lied."

Magda's stalking through the halls, head ducking and weaving as she looks around for whether you've run off too. You don't tend to wander a lot or very far when you do. You're usually close by and you never leave without telling one of your mums so Magda's at a loss for where you could have possibly gone and why.

"But why did you tell Pernille that you did?"

Magda gives Niamh the most pointed look she can manage whilst the guilt and fear bubble up inside her. "You saw Pernille! She was fuming! What would she say if I lost Princesse? Huh? I probably wouldn't have a home to go back to!"

It's clear Niamh thinks she's being dramatic because she rolls her eyes but Magda doesn't think this is very funny.

It's only a matter of time before Pernille tracks down Sam and finds out that you aren't with her. Magda's window of opportunity is getting smaller and smaller the longer she waits around explaining this to Niamh.

She grabs a hold of Jessie again, hauling her down the corridor as Niamh hurries to catch up.

The usually locked door to the storage room creaks open behind them and you slip out, making sure Morsa's back doesn't turn while you scamper off to your new hiding place.

Morsa counted for a very long time and you waited around for ages for her to start looking for you.

You don't get to play hide and seek a lot and you've never played it anywhere out of the house but you're determined to win. Not-Wolfsburg has lots more hiding places than at home and you duck into the canteen to hide under one of the tablecloths.

You don't want Morsa to find you too quickly. You know you're doing well at hiding from her because she's had to recruit Jessie and Niamh to help find you.

That makes you happy and you peek out from your hiding place. You don't want to stay in one place too long in case Morsa catches up so you hurry through the canteen to another room.

A few of the Not-Wolfsburg girls watch you go, shaking their heads fondly when you tell them that you're playing hide and seek.

You duck in and out of rooms as quickly as you can, not staying long enough for someone to find you.

When you play at home, Morsa always checks outside first so you know she's going to have to move inside soon which is when you'll sneak out.

You giggle to yourself, setting off for the pitch when something grabs you by the hood of your jumper and lifts you up. You squeal with laughter, legs kicking out as the ground disappears from under them.

You're turned until you're almost nose to nose with Millie.

"Hi!" You chirp.

"Your mother is looking for you."

"I know!" You puff out your cheeks," We're playing hide and seek."

"And does Pernille know that?"

You frown. "I'm playing with Morsa, silly!"

"Uh-huh." Millie rolls her eyes and adjusts her grip on you so you're sitting on her hip rather than just dangling. "Let's get you to Pernille."

"Millie!" You whine," Morsa's gonna find me! I'm gonna lose!"

Millie doesn't listen to you at all though as she goes to find Pernille.

Pernille has Sam backed up against the wall, yelling at her when Millie arrives. Sam is swearing up and down she has no idea where you are and Magda's lying because you definitely did not get left with her.

"Momma!" You whine and Pernille whips around to face you," Millie's ruining my game!"

Pernille hurries forward, taking you from Millie and tucking your face into her neck. "What game?" She asks, her previous anger melting away as she speaks to you," Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Playing hide and seek with Morsa!" You explain," I was winning!"

"You've won," Pernille declares," You've definitely won." She shakes her head. "When I get my hands on your Morsa-" She lets the statement hang for a moment before pulling you even closer, like she wants you to melt into her skin and live there forever.

"Magda!" Jessie says as she shoves the door open," We haven't checked in here...Oh..."

Magda comes running in.

She notices you immediately, running to grab you before she realises just who exactly is carrying you.

"Pernille," She says," I can explain."

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #the big adventures universe

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tifa-simp · 29 days ago

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Sephiroth has always had a grudge against Tifa.

Some ppl say that Sephiroth sudden changes his target to Tifa in Rebirth is weird and I say they just have selective memory cos that mf has been after Tifa's ass since Remake. It's just more direct in Rebirth.

So, Sephiroth can control 3 things: the black whispers, the black robed men and his Jenova monsters, occasionally Cloud too. And sometimes Sephiroth appears as a clone or an illusion to get things done himself.

Now let's take a look at Remake.

At the beginning of Remake, Tifa takes care of a robed man named Marco with the number 49 on his left arm. Later, in Shinra HQ, we're shown that he's Jenova Dreamweaver, which is said by Aerith to be the source of everything. Tifa was living next door to something that dangerous for god knows how long.

The morning before the mission, a swamp of whispers appear in Sector 7 and attack Avalanche. We know their purpose is to hurt Jessie so Cloud will replace her. But before that, the whispers attack Tifa, separate her from Cloud. This move seems pretty unnecessary because if they want to, the whispers can push Jessie down the stair without having to do this to Tifa. So I assume the devs put it there for some foreshadowing purposes.

Ah yeah, have I mentioned this?

Later, at Destiny crossroad, the gang has to fight Whisper Harbinger. Cloud, Barret, RedXIII fight Whisper Viridi and Croceo , while Tifa and Aerith fight Whisper Rubrum. As the boys finish their fight and on their way to help the girls, Tifa's distracted by a vision of future and can't react to Rubrum's attacks. Fortunately, Cloud saves her on time.

Now, some fun facts about these Whisper monsters, they're supposed to represent the Remnants of Sephiroth. And Rubrum takes after Kadaj.

But it isn't the only one that has something special for Tifa.

So 2 out of 3 Whisper monsters have an attack specifically aim at Tifa.

In short, in Remake, we have a robed man close to Tifa, black whispers harm Tifa for no reason, illusion of Sephiroth kills Tifa, Whispers monsters direct hit at Tifa.

Now onto Rebirth!

Open with a bang, the Nibelheim accident, where Sephiroth gives Tifa her the scar on her chest.

In Kalm, after the flashback, Tifa asks Cloud for a private talk. This is where Sephiroth starts gaslighting Cloud that Tifa is Jenova

After Junon, they sneak on a ship to Costa Del Sol, there's a breakout of monsters and robed men. The robed men have developed the ability to merge with monster and each other to become more powerful. This is all according to Hojo's plan. Tifa and Cloud have to fight a chimera between robed man and Hojo's monster. When the fight almost ends, the Necrotic Entity collapse in front of Tifa. Before it can harm her, Cloud delivers the finishing blow.

Now it's just me but this looks kinda similar to Rubrum fight. The gang then have to fight Emergent and look, another attack aims at Tifa in cutscene just like Rubrum.

This is the second time Sephiroth appears and "warns" Cloud about Tifa, also when he drops the line "That she can become those you hate. Those you fear. Those you love. And they call her Jenova." (btw in JP, there's only fear and love, no hate)

In Corel, Tifa asks the gang to visit doctor Sheiran-the one saved her from Sephiroth's slash. Once again, Sephiroth appears to warn Cloud in the clinic.

In Gongaga, where Sephiroth's scheme unveils, he's planned a meticulous plan to isolate Cloud, who's extremely weak under influence of Mako, and Tifa, who's in danger, from the rest of the gang. Out of desperation, Cloud gives in his anger and lets Sephiroth take over his body and kill all the Shinra troops sadistically, to the point Tifa has to shout at him to stop. Now this where Sephiroth's grudge is most apparent.

Firstly, we have Cloud fully believes Tifa to be Jenova, forces her to show him her scar and repeats Sephiroth's words on the cruise: "Those we hate, those we love, those we fear- Jenova could be anyone to fool her prey." Pay attention to how he switches love-fear compared to Sephiroth's fear-love. Also looks at this Devil-Angel on shoulder implication, chef kiss.

Secondly, we have a 1:1 recreation of Sephiroth's attempted murder on Tifa with Cloud as the executioner this time.

Thirdly, after the WEAPON saved Tifa, black whispers attack the WEAPON that holds Tifa and Sephiroth manifests in his real body to attack her but misses, or maybe he misses on purpose.

And finally, when she gasps for air, he mocks her that her words won't reach Cloud.

Like damn, this mf is an expert at tormenting Tifa. This has to be the most effort he's put in throughout 2 games that I've seen. Black whispers, illusion, real self, he pulls all the stops for Gongaga, ok?

BUT HE'S STILL NOT DONE!

After the temple collapses and Cloud goes full on puppet mode, obeys Sephiroth's order to give him the black material, Tifa shoves Cloud and tries to wake him up. This mf Sephiroth mocks her AGAIN and commands black whispers to hold Tifa back from reaching for Cloud, which look similar to the black whisper attack in sector 7 in Remake .

In conclusion, in Rebirth, we have real Sephiroth attacks Tifa twice, forces her to show her traumatic scar twice, makes Cloud accuse Tifa of being Jenova twice, makes Cloud to recreate the exact way he permanent scared Tifa, mocks her connection with Cloud twice, his monsters attack Tifa twice, black whispers attack Tifa twice.

This is personal for Sephiroth. With Cloud, he toys with him in flirtatious way. With Aerith, he just dismisses her words, kinda quarrels with her over the Planet true wish.

But with Tifa? Straight action. He always maxes out his resource when it comes to fuck with Tifa: black whispers, robed men, whispers monster, robed man monster, Jenova monster, his illusion, his clone, his real body, Cloud, EVERYTHING. If he has it, he'll use it against Tifa one way or another. I feel like whatever he has for Tifa is pretty nasty compared to Cloud. At least with Cloud, we know that Sephiroth wants to convince him to join his side. We have no idea what's his intention with Tifa to mess her up this much beside for the sake of torture her. Whatever it might be, one thing for sure is that Tifa has an incredible mental fortitude that can survive all of this and more. She'll only grow stronger and tougher in part 3, makes it even harder for Sephiroth to knock her down.

#tifa lockhart #sephiroth #cloud strife #ff7 #final fantasy vii #ff7r #ff7 rebirth #ff7 remake #Sephiroth is one nasty motherfucker #He doesn't have to do all that he knows?#Yet he did and yet she still gets back up #Queen shit #She said I've survive your worst and will take you worse #I need her to punch him the face in part 3

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flemingsfreckles · 7 months ago

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Something New (18+)

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Synopsis: you and Jessie get teased for your assumed “vanilla” sex life, you decide to take Jessie on a trip to find some new things to try in the bedroom.

Warnings: suggestion to sex, sex toys, visiting adult store, (handcuffs, blindfolds, strap-on, buttplug, vibrators), none of the toys actually being used.

WC: 2.4k

A/N: if yall want a part 2 in which the toys are actually used, I can do that :)

“Oh come on there’s got to be something you want to try that we haven’t?” You pull up the sheet from where it had been kicked off the bed, covering your naked body before laying down next to your equally naked girlfriend.

“I don’t know.” Jessie just remained lying on her back, not making eye contact with you. Her chest was still rising and falling quickly, catching her breath.

“Oh come on, don’t be shy with me, after what we just did there’s no reason to be shy.” You two had just finished what was supposed to be quick morning sex but turned into a competitive match. Giving each other orgasm after orgasm until about 11am when you both finally tapped out.

“Are you asking because of what happened at Sam’s house?” Jessie asks.

The two of you had been at a party the night before at Sam’s with the rest of the team, playing various card and board games which led quickly to playing drinking games that somehow always ended up in discussions of everyone’s sex life.

When you started dating, you and Jessie had agreed to not disclose too much about what you two do behind closed doors to your nosey teammates. It was originally an idea out of shyness on Jessie’s part, you had never minded indulging your teammates in your experience but out of respect for Jessie and your relationship you kept your mouth shut for the most part. You started to like the secrecy of what went on in your beds, no one knew the details, just you and her. So when you were asked the craziest thing you’ve done in bed, you sipped away at your drink instead of answering. Unsatisfied with your choice to not answer, Sam began to accuse you and Jessie of having an incredibly boring and “vanilla” sex life. You tried to defend yourself and Jessie, Jessie being too shy to be any help, the teasing from your teammates had only continued.

“No.” You’re quick to answer, not even really thinking. “Okay maybe, I don’t know, I don’t think our sex is boring though, I love having sex with you. It just made me think and just thought I’d ask if there was anything you wanted to try.”

You truly didn’t find your sex life with Jessie boring at all, she was excellent in bed, able to meet and exceed your needs and the two of you being athletes meant you had the stamina to last as long as you wanted. You collectively owned a strap-on and a vibrator but nothing else. It worked for the two of you, it was great sex. But even great sex sometimes could use something new, something for a little change of pace. You also knew Jessie well enough to know even if there was something she was interested in, she most likely would keep it to herself until you pried it out of her.

“I don’t know.” You can tell she’s withholding information, still too shy to put her ideas into words. But you decide not to push it, it was a little bit of a personal question to throw on her and expect an immediate answer.

“Alright babe, if you come up with anything, you can tell me. Want to get a shower?” She nods, finally making eye contact with you as you both get up from the bed and move to the bathroom. You let the question go unanswered for now, secretly hoping Jessie would come up with something to tell you in the next couple of days.

After a week passes since you had asked Jessie if she wanted to try anything out in bed and not getting any form of a hint or answer, you decide maybe a little field trip would help. Maybe Jessie just didn’t know what she wanted to try, maybe this would give her some suggestions.

“Where are we going?” Jessie asked for the fifth time since you told her to get dressed and ready to leave the house. She claimed she needed to know where you were going so she could dress appropriately.

“I’ve told you, it’s a surprise.” You turn back to look at your girlfriend as you grab your keys.

“You know I hate surprises.” She mumbles as she follows you down the hallway from your apartment out the door. Jessie wasn’t a big fan of surprises, she liked having all the information and surprises made her feel out of control.

“Jessie it’ll be fine, I promise. If you hate it for some reason we can leave. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I trust you.” She gets into the passenger seat of your car and you start driving. You debated having her close her eyes but it didn’t feel necessary, you weren’t going too far. You drove for another 25 minutes before you pulled into the parking lot of a small shop.

“You brought me to an adult store?!” Her voice is a mix of confusion and also a little bit scared.

“Yes, I did but we don’t have to go in if you don’t want to. I just thought, maybe we could look around?” You don’t want her to feel forced, but you thought this would be a good way to maybe suggest new ideas for the two of you.

“What if someone sees us?” You’re convinced her voice is raised a few octaves.

“Jessie, we’re adults. We’re also publicly dating, people know we have sex.”

“Still.” She was bouncing her leg, head swiveling to look around the car to the empty parking lot, and she was nervously playing with her fingers. You start to think maybe you should’ve asked if she’d want to do this before you made it a surprise. Or maybe just going online shopping would’ve been a better choice for someone like Jessie.

“Babe,” you place a hand on her knee, trying to settle it, “we don’t have to go in. If you don’t want to, we won’t. We also can go in and then immediately leave, whatever you want.”

She doesn’t say much, just looking at the door of the shop. You can tell she’s having an argument within herself on what she wants to do. You let her ponder, she slowly stops fiddling with her fingers, wiping her hands, that were likely sweating slightly on her legs.

“Let’s go in.”

“Are you sure?” Now worried she feels forced by you and like she has to go into the store.

“Yeah.” Before she’s able to get out of the car you grab her hand.

“If you want to leave, just tell me, we’ll go.” She nods and you both get out of the car and walk into the store.

You’d been in a store like this once before, buying a joke gift for a bachelorette party, but never when looking for something you actually wanted. The toys you owned had been purchased online.

You didn’t know where to start so you decided to just take a lap around the whole store, then figuring out where you wanted to look. Jessie followed you around like a lost puppy, her eyes barely leaving the floor, glancing up only to look at you.

You move over to the wall of dildos, you liked the one you had for your strap currently, but a new one wouldn’t hurt. It’s a little overwhelming, every color and size imaginable on the wall, ones that vibrate, ones that spin, ones that have heating elements. That sounded like a fire hazard to you. Your eyes scan over all the options, a few catching your eye, you prefer the fun colors, you look at sizes comparable to the one you already owned. It worked for both of you, no reason to make too much of a change with a new one.

You turn to see Jessie, surprised to see she’s actually looking up at the wall instead of the floor. You watch as her eyes scan, before setting on a blue dildo that looks to be slightly larger than the one you already owned. Her eyes wander away and then come back to the blue one. You give her a second to make a decision or movement to grab the toy, she doesn’t.

“You like that one?” You point at it on the wall. Jessie doesn’t say anything, just turning to look at you and then back to the box and then to the floor.

“Jessie, if you want it we can get it.” You notice the slightest nod of her head, but she doesn’t make a move to grab it. You sigh, letting out a small laugh at your girlfriend’s shy behavior, given she was the opposite in the bedroom once you got her going. You take the box off the wall and throw it into the basket you had picked up.

Jessie walks away and out of the section you were in, not saying anything to you. Now it was you who was the one following her around the store. She moves over to a wall of assorted items. Small vibrators, bottles of lube, gags, paddles, all sorts of things. You watch her carefully as her eyes scan again. This time they don’t stop for too long on anything. You assume nothing has peaked her interest. She takes a few steps around the corner to another wall of items. You grab a bottle of lube off the shelf, identical to the one you already owned, you weren’t running out quite yet but there wasn’t really such a thing as too much lube.

You scan the wall yourself before following Jessie around the corner. You see her hand reach out slightly toward something before she withdraws when she notices you coming around the corner. Her hand drops but she’s still looking at it when you come over. It’s a blindfold and handcuff set.

“Really?” You look at her, shock probably across your face as your hand grabs the box. She nods again, still not using her voice. You throw it in the basket. The thought of your hands restrained to the headboard while Jessie had her way with you, or hers being restrained while you got to tease her had you clenching your thighs together, ready to leave the store and try it out.

You are now just following Jessie around the store, less looking for yourself and just watching her eyes carefully as she has yet to actually say any words about what she wants to you. As you walk by a section of harnesses you see ones with a pocket where you could put a vibrator. You try to think if the one you have at home has a pocket but you can’t remember.

“Babe,” you whisper yell across the store to where Jessie was wandering around. She quickly comes over to you. “Does our harness have this pocket? I can’t remember.”

She nods at you and gives a quiet “Yes.”

“Oh, should we get something for it? We don’t have anything small enough to go in there.” You grab for one of the smaller bullet vibrators and hold it up to Jessie, cocking your head to ask her if she wanted it. She just gives you a nod again.

Jessie returns back to where she was before, you follow her over. She’s looking at another wall of assorted items. Only instead of walking past this one her eyes are glancing and then looking away only to draw back to some boxes. When you realize what she's looking at, your jaw nearly falls open, but not wanting to make her question her interest you keep a straight face.

“That?” You point at the silver butt plug Jessie was looking at.

“Only if you’d want it?” You realize she means she wants to use it on you, if you’d let her. You’d never tried it, but figured no harm in trying things out.

“Sure, I’m open to trying whatever with you.” You grab the box, throwing it into your surprisingly full basket. You hadn’t realized how many things you had picked up on your lap around the store.

You’ve nearly made it through the whole store, taking a last stop to look at some of the lingerie. You flip through the options while Jessie is back to standing behind you as if she was hiding. You find a red lacy matching set and throw it into the basket, you look back to see Jessie’s eyes wide as she sees what you had picked out. You flash her a smirk, knowing she’s picturing you wearing the outfit.

“You all done?” You ask your girlfriend. She gives you a nod and reaches into her pocket grabbing out her wallet and handing you her card.

“I’ll get it.” You wave off her card but she sticks the card into your hand again. You roll your eyes, taking her card and turning to go check out, leaving Jessie wandering behind you, not wanting to interact with the employees.

You check out quickly and look back to get Jessie’s attention as you’re ready to leave. She follows you quickly out the door and rushes to the car. You place the bag in the trunk and get in the drivers seat.

“See I knew there was stuff you wanted to try but were too shy to say it.” You poke at her cheek. “You could’ve told me.” You tease her gently you knew she was shy, she always had been since you met her, she was shy with everyone.

She doesn’t say anything but you notice the blush on her cheeks reddening. You decide to leave her be, not wanting to tease her too much. At least not yet, maybe later in the bedroom.

You throw the car in drive and leave the shop, heading home. When you get home you throw the contents of the bag on the bed. “So where do you want to start?” You ask Jessie turning to see her looking at everything you had bought.

“Handcuffs maybe the new dildo too?” She says with a questioning look, one eyebrow raised at you, no longer shy like she was at the store.

You nod quickly at her.

“Get on the bed.” Her tone is demanding, she reaches to pick up the handcuffs and blindfold as she makes her way to the side of the bed. You lay down and Jessie straddles your waist, her weight holding you to the bed. She drops the handcuffs before grabbing your hands with hers interlocking your fingers and pinning your hands above your head with her strength.

She leans down as if she’s going to kiss you, before moving to the side to place her lips against your ear. “This is going to be fun.”

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