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ivarswickedqueen · 6 years ago

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Falling in love with your best friend

So first of all, I want to wish a happy birthday to my dear friend @lisinfleur, she is one of my best friends here and I love her dearly, so I wrote this for her. I hope you gonna like it, babe. It’s super long lol Sorry I got carried away a little bit ;)

Paring: Marco Ilso x reader

Word account: 6725 (I told you it’s long)

Warning: so much fluffiness, and of course some smut ;)))

Denmark 2004

“You can’t be serious, coach!” the little boy yelled at his coach, who calmly looked at him and repeated his previous sentence. “This is Y/N, and you will give her a chance in this tryout! This is my final decision!” he said firmly ignoring the eye roll from the little red haired boy. “Marco, can you believe this? Coach wants to let a girl play football with us!” he shouted at his friend and captain Marco Ilsø, who just arrived at the training. “And why is it a problem?” Marco asked confused and smiled softly at the little girl with two ponytails. “Because she is a girl!” the red haired boy shouted again. “She can be a girl and also a good footballer, give her a chance, Nicolas!” Marco said and gave you the ball. “Show us what you got, Jerry,” Marco winked at you and you blushed, looking down at your T-shirt with your favorite cartoon character, the mouse Jerry. “I'm Y/N,” you said quietly. “Cool, I'm Marco. I will call you Jerry, because it suits you better. Now stop talking and run over there and kick some ass,” he said and you giggled, looking around if anyone heard him using such a foul language. But nobody paid you any attention so you quickly started running towards the other candidates, not wanting to miss this opportunity. You absolutely killed it and joined the first team without any problems. You were actually better than most of the boys at the team. Only Marco was better than you. It seemed that all the boys were jealous of you and envied your skills and abilities, but Marco quickly became your friend and they have never dared to say anything against you. You and Marco quickly became inseparable. You found out, that you liked same music, same football team – you two could be found every Sunday or Saturday afternoon on the couch of his or your house, watching Brøndby IF playing. You enjoyed the same TV shows, movies, books. You truly found a best friend in that sweet, kind, cheerful, green eyed boy.

Denmark 2012

“Come on Marco, will you dance with your best friend?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him and he chuckled. “You know that I suck at dancing, Y/N!” he tried to gently decline your offer, but you were stubborn. “Yeah, I know how you dance, I’ve seen you dancing at the club so many times. My sides still hurt, because I was laughing so hard, that I probably pulled some muscle in my abdomen," you teased him. "But please Marco, this is a special day and I want to dance with my bestie. I will lead you, don’t worry,” you chuckled and he rolled his eyes playfully. “OK, Jerry, but just one dance,” he surrendered and you shrieked in joy. “We will have so much fun,” you grabbed his hand and dragged him onto the dance floor, where you forced him to dance three dances with you, before he was saved by his older brother Ken, who couldn’t watch his little brother dancing any longer. Marco came back, panting but chuckling, to his group of friends. “Y/N looks stunning tonight,” Nigel said and Marco had to agree. You looked absolutely beautiful in your tight blue dress and matching high heels. He suddenly didn’t like the way how Nigel was looking at his little friend. He looked mesmerized by your beauty and Marco felt something he has never felt before – a sting of jealousy. He was jealous of the way how was Nigel looking at you. He wanted to start yelling at his friend to stop looking at you like that. On that night Marco realized for the first time, that he has feelings for you. He was confused and scared. He didn’t know what to do. Tell you the truth?? What if you don’t feel the same? He didn’t want to lose you. He had a lot of friends, few close friends, but he had only one best friend and it was you. He couldn’t imagine his life without you in it. But on the other hand he didn’t want to lose the opportunity to know if you feel the same. This was your prom night, so he had the best opportunity to tell you about his feelings. He started looking for you, but when he found you, his heart broke into pieces. You stood under the big oak tree, your hands were wrapped around Nigel’s shoulders, his hands around your waist and your lips locked in passionate kiss. Marco sighed sadly and left the park, with his head kept down low, fighting against the tears which were forming in his eyes. You clearly didn’t love him, you loved Nigel. He knew that you find Nigel highly attractive, so he shouldn’t be surprised that you were making out with him, but it still hurt like hell. He came back to the dancing room and started drinking one shot of whiskey after another. He was barely eighteen years old, so he got drunk pretty quickly, drowning his sorrows in the glass of the golden liquid.

Denmark 2016

You were sobbing loudly into Marco’s chest, cursing Nigel, because he broke up with you. Marco was rubbing your back softly, trying to calm you down. His words usually helped you, but this time you couldn't stop the hot tears as they ran down your cheeks and soaked the soft material of his shirt. You didn’t know why you were here, because Marco was actually the reason why Nigel broke up with you. You have been dating Nigel for three years and everything was beautiful, you were in love, he was your first boyfriend, he was the man who took your Virginity, he was also the man who let you explore the world with him, you two had a lot of fun and you loved each other deeply, but then Nigel started working for a car company and worked a lot in distant locations and you started taking school more seriously so you also didn’t have so much time anymore. Nigel was more and more distant and you started looking for comfort in your best friends arms. Marco was hanging out with you every time you called him; he usually completely changed his schedule because of you, to be with you, to let you cry on his shoulder. And you slowly found yourself falling out of love with your long-term boyfriend and slowly started falling in love with Marco. Nigel figured out what was happening, he was always a good observer, so he said that he can’t date a girl, who is in love with someone else. So you two broke up and you ended up here, in Marco’s arms, crying like a baby, because the destiny probably hated you two. At the same time when you realized your feelings for Marco he started dating his coworker Emma. You buried your feelings for Marco deep inside yourself and learned to be happy for him and his new girlfriend. You two have never become friends but you respected her, because she was making Marco happy and that was all you needed to know. Dublin 2018 – present time

“Omg, Y/N, I can’t wait to show you my new apartment. I felt so lonely when I lived here in Dublin alone, and so did Alex, so living together seemed like the best idea. I honestly don’t know why we didn’t get this idea sooner,” Marco was babbling, super excited to show you his new shared apartment. You flew to Dublin this morning, to pay him a visit and to celebrate your birthday with him. Since he started shooting Vikings you two haven't seen each other as often as you wanted to. Marco was a busy man lately; he was shooting his scenes, giving interviews, posing for photo shoots. Marco became a star over the last few months and you were so proud of him. But no matter how busy he was, he always found at least five minutes to call you and ask you how were your day. He was the sweetest man and your love for him didn’t fade away over the years. It was actually much worse. You watched all of his scenes in Vikings so many times, just to see him every day and to hear his voice. The fact that he broke up with Emma didn’t help you. She couldn’t stand the long distance relationship. She was ridiculously jealous, blaming Marco for sleeping around with his colleagues, especially with Ida after they shot their forest scene together. Marco tried to explain it to her several times, but she always found a new reason why to be jealous and pissed off at him. Marco had enough of this toxic relationship and broke up with her three months ago. You flew to Dublin when they broke up and you were there for him, just like he was there for you, when Nigel broke up with you two years ago. You weren’t dating anyone. You couldn’t start a new relationship, while your head was full of Marco. You knew that it wasn’t healthy, that you were wasting your best years, but you couldn’t change your heart, you couldn’t turn off your feelings for your best friend. Every time when you visited him, you felt yourself falling in love with him little bit more. You discovered things about him, you have never noticed before. How his mouth moved little bit to the right when he was talking about something that he truly liked, how soft his hair were when he got out of shower - you absolutely loved braiding his hair when he let you. You also notice that his ears are actually cute. You loved that little scar on his forehead, he always refused to tell you how he got it, so it had to be while doing something completely silly. You adored his warm tight hugs. You felt safe and secured, when he wrapped his long arms around you and hummed softly into your ear, when you felt insecure, sad or scared. When you were in his tight embrace you always noticed how nice he smelled. But your favorite thing about Marco were his eyes, they were so warm and friendly, they say that eyes are gates to our souls, and when you looked into his eyes, you could see his soul, soul of a pure, joyful, caring, loving and understanding person. But most importantly you loved the way how he treated people, with kindness, empathy, he was friendly, cheerful, funny, helpful and patient, you have never seen him being rude to anybody. You didn’t know anyone who hated Marco. You were completely and fully in love with your best friend and you didn’t know what to do about it. He has never shown any interest in you and you definitely didn’t want to ruin your relationship by telling him about your feelings. You wouldn’t survive his rejection. You would rather swallow your tongue than say something that would make him stop seeing you and befriending you. So here you were, standing next to a happy Marco, listening to his talk about his new apartment, trying your best to not stare at him with heart eyes; not knowing that he feels the same about you, that he is talking so much, to occupy his own mind, because all he wanted to do was to grab your head and kiss you like there was no tomorrow. “Look, the elevator is here,” he said cheerfully and you chuckled. Marco was in such a good mood today and you let yourself believe that it was because of your presence. You were happy that he decided to live with Alex; you met Alex couple times and you found him hilarious, you would probably fall in love with that guy, if you weren’t in love with Marco. Your love for Marco was also the reason why you have never noticed, that Alex actually liked you. He asked Marco about you so many times, trying to get as many information about you as possible to make a good impression on you. He even asked Marco if he can ask you out later tonight and it took a lot of self control for Marco to say that he doesn’t mind as long as you are OK with that. But you didn’t know anything about it, so you were surprised when Marco snapped at you after asking him about Alex. “Just wait a five minutes could you? He is upstairs,” he snapped at you and your eyes wided. “Sorry I asked?” you said clearly offended.

“No, I'm sorry, Y/N! I didn’t sleep well last night and Alex kept singing one song over and over again this morning, annoying the living shit out of me. I'm mad at him, not at you,” he quickly covered the real reason of his snappy reaction. You nodded hesitantly, not being really convinced. Suddenly the static died, leaving you and Marco alone in the dimly lit, unmoving elevator. “What is going on?” you asked him, slightly panicking. “It’s probably nothing, Y/N. Maybe the power went out,” Marco assured you. “Are you sure?” you asked him, your voice shaking; you weren’t the biggest fan of elevators. “Yes, I'm. Are you scared?” he asked you, worried. “A little,” you admitted, already shaking. “Wait a second, I’ll call Alex, he will find out what is going on here,” he spoke with Alex for few seconds, looking at you worriedly. “I am so sorry, Y/N. Alex says that it seems that the power in the whole building is out, they are trying to fix it, but it will probably take hour or two,” Marco said and smiled at you apologizingly, like if it was his fault. He rather didn’t tell you, that Alex said at least two hours, he didn’t want to scare you more than you already were. “Let’s see it from the brighter side, we can spend some time together and talk,” he said with a warm smile and you nodded, slowly going down on the floor, hugging your knees. Marco quickly started talking about Vikings, he told you many stories about the extras and how he pranked Alex many times and how did Travis Fimmel pranked him on his first day of shooting, soon you were laughing so hard that you were crying and you almost forgot that you are sitting inside the unmoving elevator. Suddenly the lights flicked and the elevator moved a little, but not up towards their apartment, but few inches down, for a moment you thought that you were falling down. You screamed and jumped into Marco’s arms, shaking terribly. “Shhh, it’s OK, Y/N, they are obviously working on it, this was a good sign, we will be out of here soon,” Marco tried to calm you down, but you were terrified and clutched your fingers onto his leather jacket and held onto it for dear life. “What if we will die here Marco, what if this is our last hour on this world?” you said in panic. “Stop saying things like that, this is a new building, it is safe. It’s uncomfortable situation, yes it is. But we are not going to die here, stop stressing yourself,” he tried to calm you, but you weren’t listening. It was like if the fear made you deaf. “This might be the last time we talk to each other Marco!” you said dramatically and Marco gulped uncomfortably. You were obviously exaggerating, but it made him think about a lot of things. What if you were right? He highly doubt that you were at any risk, but the idea of dying without telling you about his feelings was eating him alive. “I have to tell you something, Y/N,” he started but you interrupted him. “No, Marco. I have to tell you something, it’s really important!” you said quickly. “No, my thing is definitely more important than yours,” Marco tried to stop you, but you were stubborn. “Shut up and listen to me, before I will lose the courage to tell you!” you said and for the first time in his life Marco started hoping that maybe you want to tell him the same thing he desperately wanted to tell you for years. “Do you remember my break up with Nigel?” you started and Marco nodded, frowning at the memory of you sobbing loudly in his arms. “I told you, that it was the long distance what ruined our relationship, but it wasn’t completely true,” you continued and Marco stayed quiet. “The main reason why we broke up was that I fell in love with someone else. Nigel broke up with me, because he realized sooner than me, that I have feelings for someone I know almost my entire life, that I fell in love with the guy who was there for me from the very beginning, with the guy who always protected me and fought for me against everyone and everything; that I fell for the man who always made me laugh even when my life sucked badly, that I fell for the man who never betrayed me or lied to me. Nigel broke up with me, because he couldn’t live with someone who is desperately in love with her best friend! And I’m sorry that I messed up our friendship Marco, but I had to tell you. This secret is eating me alive for a long years and I can’t anymore,” you ended your confession with tears in your eyes, too scared to look into his green eyes. There was silence for a second and you almost let out a loud sob, when Marco lifted your chin gently and forced you to look into his eyes. You were afraid that you will see pity or disappointment, but what you saw made your heart skip a beat. Marco was looking at you with absolute love and adoration. “Please say something!” you whispered your eyes never leaving his face. Marco started laughing and you gulped loudly, you expected a lot of reactions from him, but laughter was the last thing you would have expected from your sweet Marco. You wanted to escape this small space, but you couldn’t. “Please, at least don’t laugh at me,” you said, fighting back the tears. “No, no, no, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing because of this whole situation. I'm laughing at the at the destiny, we could have been together for years now, but we were both hiding our feelings and desires for each other, so we ended up hurt and in unhappy relationships. It sounds like a cheap opera and it’s ridiculous,” you were more confused than before so Marco took your hands in his and your eyes once again found his gentle green ones. “I love you Y/N, I love you for a very long time. I realized that on your prom night. You have been my best friend since I was 10 years old. You were always there for me, always ready to help me with anything I needed. You taught me how to swim even though you were terrified of water, you helped me pass the German class, you were the reason why I never failed any classes at school. You taught me a lot Y/N Y/L/N, but most importantly, you taught me how to be a better man, your softness and kindness formed me through the years and made me who I am today. I love you with all of my heart and there is no other woman on this world, who would make me happier than you, my beloved Y/N,” Marco ended his speech and this time you were really crying. You didn’t know if you were crying because of the lost time, or because you were touched by Marco’s words, but you were crying happy tears. Your Marco loved you back. You didn’t ruin your friendship with your confession of love. “Please stop crying,” Marco begged you and hugged you tightly. “What are you doing?” he asked you when he heard you muttering something against the side of his neck. “I am praying to all the gods, to not let us die here today!” you said and Marco hugged you tighter. “Gods won’t be that cruel to kill us now, when we found each other!” he assured you and kissed the top of your head. “They were mocking us for years, this would be an epic finale,” you joked and Marco chuckled along with you. “You know what? Let’s piss off the gods,” he smirked and took your head gently into his big hands. You almost stopped breathing when his lips touched yours. You could literally feel sparks flying around your heads. Marco moved his lips slowly against yours, waiting for a response. You began to reciprocate, bringing your arms to rest around Marco's neck. Marco’s lips were so soft and smooth, you melted against him, thanking him silently that he was holding you in his strong arms otherwise you would fall on your knees. You opened your mouth for him, and his tongue gently slipped into your waiting mouth. You moaned when your tongues touched for the first time, feeling like if you don't ever want to stop touching his tongue with yours. You were slowly kissing for few minutes and you started to protest when you felt Marco pulling away from you, but stifled when your best friend's lips connected with your neck. You let out a soft moan of approval, when his smooth lips and tongue traced the side of your neck. Marco's long fingers wrapped into your hair and pulled you closer to him to kiss you again. You felt warmth pulsed between your legs as he pressed his tongue into your mouth. You buckled your hips against his and he released a quiet grunt into your mouth. Your fingers scraped slowly down Marco's leather jacket. When Marco pulled away to nip at the crook of your neck, you stopped him. "I want this Marco, I really do, but not in the elevator," your voice hitched as you felt Marco's soft tongue travel up your neck, his lips latching onto your ear lobe. “I agree, this is not the best place, but it seems like I can’t stop touching you and kissing you,” Marco whispered into your ear while gently biting the top of your ear shell. His fingers caressed your sides as he kept slowly kissing and nibbling at your neck. “Just let me kiss you, until the power goes back on. I need to feel your skin under my fingers, your soft lips against mine, your beautiful body pressed against mine, this feels like heaven, my precious little Jerry,” he used your childhood nickname and you giggled. Your giggle quickly turned into a long moan, when Marco sucked at your sweet spot. “Marco,” you let out a sexy moan and Marco had a hard time to stay cool and don’t push you up against the wall and have you right there. But you were right, he wanted your first time to be special and not a quickie against the elevator wall. He kissed you again and pressed your body against his so tightly, that there was no space between you two. You loved the feeling of his leather jacket under your fingers. Your hands snaked behind his back, pulling him closer to you, deepening the kiss, making it even harder for Marco to don't ravish you. “Ehm, guys, sorry to interrupt you, but we are here to get you of the elevator,” the fireman said from above your heads and you blushed deeply while Marco scratched his neck while smirking proudly. They quickly got you out of the cabin and you met smirking Alex in the hall. “I see you two had fun down there,” he chuckled and you blushed again while Marco observed his friend. Alex didn’t seem angry that Marco kind of stole you from him. “Sorry bro, I think that you won’t ask her out tonight,” Marco blabbed and you quickly looked at Alex, who didn’t stop smirking after hearing Marco words. “That’s fine, Margo. I said it only to force you to make a move,” he winked at you and Marco looked so confused. “What are you talking about, Alex?” “I’m not blind, I saw the way how you two were looking at each other every time when she visited you here in Dublin. But it seemed like you would never tell each other how you feel, so I thought that making Marco jealous would force him to make a move,” he shrugged his shoulders. “But if I had known that all I need is one unmoving elevator, I would have turned off the power much sooner,” he stuck out his tongue and you gasped. “You did this?” you asked him in shock. “No, I didn’t. This power outage is real,” he said but you still watched him suspiciously. “You should go upstairs, I lit a candle for you,” he said and winked. “And where are you going?” Marco asked him. “Out with Georgia, Jordan and Sophie,” Alex explained. “And you two are not invited, because you have more important things to do,” he smirked and pushed you towards their apartment; he waved at you and ran down the stairs chuckling happily. “He is a dork,” you giggled and Marco nodded. “Yes, he is, but I really love him, he is the most awesome guy I know,” he said and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “So Y/N Y/L/N, can I invite you into our lovely apartment? It’s probably messy, because Alex is a messy person,” he apologized and you chuckled. “Don’t forget that I know you for your whole life Marco. Your home was always a mess, I bet that Alex is the one who is doing all the chores here,” you nudged his side and he laughed loudly. “Damn it, you know me too well, my friend,” he opened the door and stopped laughing when he saw what Alex did with their place. There were lit candles everywhere, enlightening the whole place with dim light, creating a perfect romantic atmosphere. “He is such a sweetheart,” you said and felt a happy tears forming in your eyes again. You were crying too much today, but you didn’t care. This was the best day of your life. “Damn it, Alex,” Marco muttered under his breath and his green eyes shined in the light of the candles. “Do you know if he is single, because he is such a catch,” you joked and Marco pulled you to his chest again. “He is the best friend ever, but let’s forget about him now,” Marco said and kissed you softly again. He took his time with this kiss, your lips were slowly moving against each other, his tongue slowly danced with yours, while his hands gripped your waist and pulled you closer to him. He was kissing you like if you were made of glass and he was afraid that one wrong move could break you into pieces. You enjoyed it, but you wanted more, so you gently bit his bottom lip, taking it between your teeth, earning a low grunt from him. Your hands slipped under his jacket, taking it off slowly, you kissed, sucked and traced his jaw line humming softly, grinding on him, your tongue sliding across his skin, reaching his neck, were you bit his soft flesh, smirking proudly when you heard his moans. You started unbuttoning his shirt when he stopped you. “Shouldn’t we take things slowly, Y/N?” he asked you while breathing heavily, evidently fighting with his urges. “We know each other for 15 years Marco, I think that we took it slower than anyone before us!” you replied and looked deeply into his eyes. “I trust you with my life, Marco. I know you won’t hurt me, I know that this is not some rushed up one night stand. We both confessed our feelings tonight; we feel the same about each other. I don’t think that I can wait to be yours any longer. Please, Marco, be my birthday gift,” you batted your eyelashes at him, and you saw how his bright eyes darkened with desire. “As you wish, baby,” he kissed you again, this time more passionately. You two moved together, your bodies pressing against each other, lips and tongues seeking each other out. The feeling of Marco's hands roaming your body was amazing. He was kissing you with such passion that you were out of breath soon. "I have wanted you for so long," he breathed out and moved his delicious lips to your neck. You extended your neck to the side, giving Marco more room to trail kisses and love bites. A few moans escaped your lips when he bit down a bit harder, making sure to leave marks in his wake. “You drive me crazy,” Marco mumbled as he apologetically kissed a spot he bit. He reached your blouse and silently asked you with his eyes if it’s OK to take it off. You didn’t say anything, but you grabbed the hem of your blouse and pulled it over your head. Marco grunted when he saw you in your red bra. “You are so beautiful, Y/N,” he praised you and his fingers reached for your breasts for the first time. His touches were like feather, it seemed like he is afraid to touch you, scared that you will vanish into thin air as soon as he will place his hands on you. “Stop torturing me, please touch me, Marco,” you whined when he was admiring you for a long time. “Sorry, my love, this still feels so unreal to me,” he apologized and kissed your neck again, slowly reaching your bra, he slid one bra strap down out of the way of his lips. His hand lowered your other strap, caressing your shoulders while his mouth moved down to the soft mound of your breasts, he unclasped your bra and groaned when your breasts came into light. “So perfect,” he mumbled and cupped your breasts into his big hands. You sighed softly, enjoying the feeling. Marco’s thumbs flicked across your nipples and you bit your lip in pleasure. He started placing open mouth kisses on your neck, slowly going lower and lower, making you sigh happily, your sighs turned into moans when he licked over your hard nipple. Marco took your right nipple into his mouth, drawing deeply and flicking his tongue across the peak. "Marco," you moaned loudly and you cupped the back of his head and arched your back. "Fuck babe, I love it when you cry out my name like this," Marco purred and took your nipple into his warm mouth and sucked it gently, while he squeezed your other breast with his hand and wrapped his free arm around your back. Marco sucked on your nipple harder and flicked it with his tongue as he gripped the other nipple with his thumb and index finger, pinching it. You were panting out loud as you ran your fingers through his honey colored hair, tugging at it, showing him how much you are enjoying his actions. Marco kept kissing your breasts while he started to move his hand down from your breast until he reached your underwear. He slid his hand inside, moaning against your breast, when he felt how wet you are for him. You gasped loudly, tightening your grip in his hair, from the feeling of his hands making contact with your slick folds. "Marco, babe, please..." you begged him, needing to feel his fingers inside you. He pushed two fingers inside and flicked them around. He picked up the pace of thrusting his fingers in and out of you as he placed his thumb on your clit and began to rub it. "Already, my love?" He smirked when he felt your walls pulsing around his fingers after few right movements. "It's been a while since man touched me like this," you admitted and rolled your eyes when Marco hit the special spot inside you. "Have you been with someone since you broke up with Nigel?" he asked softly and you shook your head. "No, every time when someone asked me out, I started thinking about you and I couldn't," you admitted. "I am so sorry that I didn't get the guts to tell you sooner," Marco apologized sincerely. "Let's take care of you baby girl," he smiled devilishly and grabbed your hand and dragged you into his bed room, he pushed you onto his bed and kissed you slowly, leaving you breathless, moving down your body until he reached your soaked core. He was kissing the skin on your thighs, slowly reaching your wet womanhood. You stared at him as he leaned further down and his nose grazed your clit. His tongue ran slowly over it and your body shot up, but his strong hands held your hips in place. His tongue flicked over it couple times before he started to suck it into his mouth. You pulled yourself out off the bed and let out a throaty moan. "Dear God, Marco," you whimpered and you felt him smiling proudly against your clit. He continued to suck on it as you started to shake from the pleasure, the familiar feeling of an orgasm building up inside you. Marco stopped sucking your bundle of nerves and kitten licked it few times, moving it in circles with his tongue. You trashed against the bed, overwhelmed by the pleasure his tongue was giving to you. "Don't stop Marco, please don't stop," you begged him desperately but he had no intention to stop bringing you to your release. He took your clit into his mouth again and you couldn't take it anymore, you started shaking and screamed his name loudly, filling his mouth with your pleasure. He placed sweet kissed all over your body given you time to recover from your earth shattering orgasm. “That was my way of saying >>I am sorry that I made you wait too long<<” he smiled and you gave him a dopey smile. “Am I forgiven?” he asked cheekily and you nodded. “This was the best apology I have ever got from you, Ilsø!” you chuckled and pulled him down for a loving kiss. “Take it off,” you told him and helped him to get rid of his white shirt and black jeans. You ran your fingers down his athletic body, enjoying the feeling of his smooth skin under your fingers, your nails scraped down his torso until you reached his underwear and fisted your hand around his hard shaft. Your hand danced over his throbbing cock, your fingers curling around to cradle him. You ran your hand up the length, reaching his head so slowly, dragging your thumb over the tip, smearing the drop of the pre-cum over his head. Your hand started moving up and down on his shaft, Marco jerked a few times against your touch, desperate for relief. You continued to work his cock, your hand so tight and so fucking amazing around him. "This is MY way of saying >>I am sorry, please forgive me<<," you smirked when you felt how close he was. Suddenly Marco moved too quickly, and before you knew it you were lying on your back, with Marco on top of you. “Let’s forgive each other, babe! Deal?” he grinned and pinned both of your hands over your head with one of his strong arms. He kissed you again to silence your protests. “I hope that you are on the pill, baby girl, because I don’t have a condom and I honestly don’t want to go to Alex’s room butt naked and start looking for one,” Marco hummed against your ear and you giggled. “I am on the pill, don’t worry, Marco. Please stop talking, and start making love to me,” you urged him and he smirked against your cheek. “You are so eager, baby girl,” he bit your earlobe gently. “You are lucky that it’s your birthday, so I won’t tease you any longer,” he nipped your neck, biting it softly, to distract you from the moment when his hard cock slipped into your wet entrance. “Oh gods,” you moaned and dug your nails into Marco’s shoulders. “You feel so good, baby girl,” Marco whispered against your neck, waiting a second to let you adjust to his size. He started slowly thrusting into you, while looking into your eyes lovingly. “You feel like heaven, Y/N. It feels like if you were made for me,” growing impatient with himself he started to increase his pace, his eyes never leaving yours, watching you with such adoration that you felt your heart bursting with love. “I love you so much, Y/N. I love you, I love you, I love you. And I will tell it to you so many times, to make up for the lost time,” he said and you leaned up to kiss him passionately, while wrapping your legs around his waist, taking him deeper inside you. Your arms tightened around Marco's shoulders as he started to thrust, hard and fast. Exactly how you needed it. You were past the point of slow and easy. You needed him to pound you. To take you, to make you let go. Make you his. Every thrust made you gasp, your hips tilting to get him deeper. Every retreat made you want him to come back. Harder. Marco kissed you hard, hearing you moan low in your chest as your lips melded. His tongue slid into your mouth and played with yours, coaxing you into gliding against his with the same rhythm. His thrusts became erratic, you cried out, your arms winding around his neck to hold on as he pounded into you. Marco didn't hold anything back, he was pounding into you hard and fast, groaning loudly as your walls started squeezing his cock deliciously. His orgasm built until he couldn't hold it back and pumped his release into you. Marco's orgasm triggered yours and he felt the strong convulsions of your pussy sucking him deeper. He groaned loudly and carefully fell on top of you. “Happy birthday, Y/N!” he kissed your cheek, trying to catch his breath. “Oh Marco, this is the best gift you have ever gave to me,” you grinned and kissed his upper lip gently. “Well actually, I have something epic for you!” he said and started looking for something on his night stand. “I can't imagine anything more epic than this,” you giggled but watched him with curiosity. “Found it!” he said triumphally and gave you a present wrapped in beautiful bloody red paper. “What is that, Marco?” you asked curiously while unwrapping it. “You will see,” he said nervously, watching your reaction, when you finally got rid of the paper. You looked at your gift and you couldn’t say a word, you were overwhelmed with feelings. “What is this, Marco?” you asked him, your voice shaking when you looked at the book in your hands. It was your book, it was your story, a novel you wrote and sent it to him to read it and tell you his opinion about it. “I love the story you wrote babe, and I know that you think that it’s not worth publishing, but I strongly disagreed, so I sent it to one of my friends, who is a publisher and he loved it. He printed one hundred copies of it and he is ready to start selling it tomorrow, if you will agree, of course. If it will have success, he will print more copies,” he explained and you didn’t know what to say. This was definitely the best gift, you have ever received from someone. Marco was truly your best friend, he knew you too well, you didn’t say anything but hugged him tightly. “I love you so much Marco Ilsø, you have no idea, this is best birthday gift ever,” you whispered. Marco hugged you happily from behind and you two stayed like that for few minutes enjoying each other’s company, looking forward for the future days.

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madeleineandwilliam-ff · 8 years ago

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Chapter Six

A/N: This is a rather short chapter, but I hope you guys like it. The next chapter should be longer. :) Let me know what you think!

It had been a few days since Madeleine and William’s first date. William had to return to Scotland for university the following night, so Madeleine hadn’t seen him since Sunday.

William and Madeleine were enamored with one another, they’d spent every moment they could talking on the phone and IMing. They were in the blissful, honeymoon phase of their new relationship. And while the phone and IM conversations helped their relationship, it still didn’t make Madeleine miss William’s presence any less. But distance truly did make the heart grow fonder, and it made her yearn for his next visit to London even more.

William promised he’d be back in London to see her soon, and they’d even talked of plans for Madeleine to come spend a weekend with him in Scotland.

They hadn’t told many people about their new relationship, because then it had a higher chance of being talked about to the press. Madeleine had only told her sister and Louise, and for right now that was enough. Their relationship was going so well; but it was new and so fragile. And Madeleine was terrified of losing him.

She’d never known anyone like him. All of her past boyfriends from school never challenged her like he did. But William also made her feel safe, validated, and loved. She could see herself, no feel herself falling so deeply in love with him. Prince William was set to be her first love at this rate.

It terrified her, for she’d never truly loved someone. It was a fear of the unknown, but she supposed that was what love was supposed to be. And she could only hope that this love was going to be a mutual feeling.

While things between William and Madeleine were going well, the paparazzi still had not left Madeleine alone. They were constantly camped out outside of her flat and as of recent, were following her and Louise to university.

She and Louise had taken to using William’s preferred entrance, the fire escape, in dire circumstances. And each time they climbed down that latter it reminded Madeleine of how much easier everything would be if she would just reconcile with her parents.

She hadn’t talked to them in nearly two months, and she had begun to miss them. There had been many moments in the last few days where she wished she could call her mother and tell her all about William. And then it would be nice for her father to reinstate her security detail too.

But things were looking up for her, and she was afraid letting them back into her life would ruin that. She was afraid of what her father would do once he found out about her and William. She was afraid of the help he’d offer, and the advice he’d no doubt throw in her direction. So for now, while she missed them, she wanted to continue to see to what her life looked like without them.

The flashes were blinding, they were screaming her name so loudly she couldn’t hear herself think. This was worse than Stockholm ever had been.

Madeleine and Louise were trying to make their way into class, but to no avail as the press followed them from their flat all the way to university. She desperately longed for her security detail, but found it was useless to wish for them in a moment like this.

She and Louise were stuck in the middle of a crowd of about twenty photo-hungry photographers, all yammering on with questions about William and the British Royal Family. Madeleine's heart raced and her palms began to sweat as a feeling of claustrophobia set in.

“Madeleine, are you going to see William this weekend?”

“Madeleine, are you planning on enrolling at St. Andrew’s!?”

“Madeleine, what do your parents think of William? Is it true they met him when they were in London last?”

Madeleine had never encountered this type of attention in her life. For the most part, the Swedish press were respectful of the Royal Family and their privacy. They came up with the occasional rumor, or nickname, but never would they have done this.

New pictures of her and William hadn’t surfaced, but that only seemed to fuel London’s press on. Madeleine felt Louise’s touch on her shoulder as she looked over at her friend in sheer panic. She was scared as the vultures enclosed even further in on them.

Louise shifted her eyes to the university library that was close by, and she took Madeleine’s hand in her’s. “Leni, ett...två...tre.”

Madeleine furrowed her brow as Louise counted to three in Swedish. Louise pulled Madeleine with all her might before Madeleine even realized what was going on. The girls used their combined body weight to force themselves through the horde of photographers.

It took a few minutes, and some strength but they broke through and darted across the lawn of the university to the library just as campus security was showing up to escort the press off the property.

Once in the library, Louise led Madeleine to an open, empty computer lab and locked the door behind them.

“They’re absolutely awful!” Louise said to her as she slid down the door onto the floor.

Madeleine, who was still standing, looked down at her friend. “I know, I’m sorry you had to be involved in that.”

Louise smiled up at her. “You’re my best friend, Len. I got used to it back home, but this is a whole other level. But I’ll get used to it too, it may take a little longer though.”

Madeleine slid down the wall and sat next to Louise on the floor. “Yeah, but we shouldn’t have to. I thought they would’ve moved on by now.”

“And once they find out about you and William being together for real, it’s only going to get worse...”

Madeleine sighed as she put her head in her hands. “I know, I know, maybe I need to ca...”

Madeleine stopped as she heard someone clear their throat from behind them. They looked in the far corner of the room to find a boy about their age with dazzling blue eyes and brown hair looking back at them.

He gave them a small, uncomfortable smile and waved. “Uhm, hello.”

His accent. It wasn’t English. But it was Scandinavian, possibly Norwegian or Danish. And by the way he was looking at Madeleine, he knew exactly who she was.

Madeleine, turned to her friend for reassurance. This boy just heard her confirm that she was in a relationship with William, she immediately thought of the damage he could do to their new relationship. Louise squeezed Madeleine’s arm as they both got up off the floor.

“Look, uhm, Princess. If you’re worried about what you just said being spread past this room, I promise you it won’t.”

Madeleine wanted to believe him, she did. This unnamed boy had kind eyes and a genuine, innocent smile that matched. But she’d been fooled by his type before. “Thank you.”

Madeleine stepped closer to the desk and extended her hand out to him. “Please, call me Madeleine.”

“It’s a pleasure, Madeleine. I’m Joseph. Joseph Reed.” He replied, smiling at the two girls in front of him.

“The pleasure is all mine, Joseph.” Madeleine paused and gestured over to Louise. “This here is Louise.”

Louise and Joseph made their introductions, and Madeleine smiled over at him. She was trying to be as charming and genuine as she could be, she did not want anyone to have confirmation of her and William’s relationship just yet.

“So Joseph, I can’t help but notice your accent. Where in Scandinavia are you from?”

“Denmark.” He replied as he fumbled with a pen on his desk.

“I knew you were a fellow Scand. Nice to know we’re not alone, right Lussan?” Madeleine said nudging her friend in the arm.

“Definitely.” Louise replied, smiling.

“Well, Joseph we’re going to be late to our next class but it was very nice to meet you. Hopefully we’ll see you around?” Madeleine asked as she zipped her coat up.

“Sure. And Madeleine?” Joseph replied as he rose from his desk.

“Yes?”

“I meant what I said about keeping what I heard a secret. I know what a hard time I’ve had adjusting to London, so I can’t imagine how you feel. You don’t have to worry about me, honestly.”

Madeleine gave him a genuine smile, she felt a bit of guilt as she looked at the seemingly harmless boy. He really did seem trustworthy. “Thank you, Joseph. You have no idea what that means to me, honestly.”

It was hours later back in their flat, when Madeleine and Louise found themselves rewatching their encounter with the press on the news. It looked every bit as bad watching it as it was living it. You could hardly see Madeleine and Louise with all of the photographers crowded around them, and now the gossip journalists had apparently nicknamed Madeleine as Diana 2.0, after William’s later mother.

“That is so disrespectful.” Louise said, looking at the television with a scowl on her face.

“I know, you would’ve thought they’d learned with what happened to her.” Madeleine replied, sighing.

“Len, I think you need to call and get your security detail from your father. The press here, they’re dangerous.” Louise said looking over at her friend, her face displaying an overwhelming amount of worry.

“Yeah, I’ll call him tomorrow. I think it’s time we have a talk anyways.” Madeleine said as she heard her phone start to ring.

“Good, good.” Louise paused, smiling over at Madeleine. “Now better go answer, you know who is calling.”

Madeleine grinned as she sprang up from her spot on the couch and into the kitchen where her cellphone was.

“Why hello, William Wales.”

“Mads, my god. Are you alright?” William’s voice was coursed with worry.

“Oh yeah, today? It was a little much, but I’m fine.” Madeleine replied, touched by the genuine concern he had for her.

“God, but what if something had happened. I’m so sorry, Madeleine.” William paused, he was so distraught. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

Madeleine wished she could be there with him, to reassure him in person that she was okay. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how he felt about the press after what happened to his mother.

“I promise you that I’m okay. They scared me a little, but Louise got me out. You seem to forget that I can handle myself, darling.”

William gave her a small laugh, “But maybe you should get your security reinstated? I know that you don’t like having them around, and you’re not exactly on the best terms with your father. But Madeleine, please. Or else I’m going to have to come to London and protect you myself.”

Madeleine couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m way ahead of you, Prince Charming. Although I am dying to see you.”

“You’re clever trying to change the subject, but promise me you’ll get your security detail back?”

Madeleine sighed. “I promise. Although if I don’t get them, that means I get you back into town right as my personal bodyguard? So which one do you think sounds more appealing to me?”

“You’re the most frustrating woman in the world. But did I mention that I miss you? Because I do, terribly.”

“And I, you.” Madeleine paused as she heard the doorbell ring. “Now tell me about your day. I want to hear everything.”

Madeleine heard the doorbell ring again just as William was telling her about a fight two rugby players that lived in his dormitory got into that morning, when Louise yelled at her from down the hall to get the door.

Madeleine rolled her eyes and walked down the hall, with her phone glued to her ear; to ensure she heard every detail of William’s day. The bell rang for the third time just as Madeleine opened it.

Her eyes grew wide as she stared at the figure in front of her. She couldn’t believe he’d come all this way, unannounced. She felt an overwhelming amount of emotions as she looked into his eyes.

She suddenly remembered that she was on the phone, but she was too surprised to listen to William.

“William? I’m going to have to call you back.”

Once she and William hung up, she looked up into his crystal blue eyes; the very same eyes she’d inherited from him. It was her father, someone she never thought would show up on her doorstep like this unannounced.

“Hi Pappa.”

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starsinursa · 8 years ago

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My trip to Iceland

Hi all! I’m back in good ole’ Kansas after vacationing in Iceland for several days, so I wanted to share some of my stories and pictures! :D

I’ve placed everything under a cut for anyone who isn’t interested in my personal life. If you just follow my blog for the Supernatural goodness, no worries, friend, go ahead and keep on scrolling right past this post!

For the rest of you... (warning, very picture heavy)

So I spent about 5-6 days total in Iceland... I arrived on Sunday, March 19, and flew back home yesterday on Friday, March 24. I stayed in a hotel in Reykjavik, so I got to explore the city, but I also took several tours out-of-town.

Not sure how to format this post, so I’m just gonna do little ‘bulletin point blurbs’ about my experiences, in chronological order. Pictures included here and there, and also at the end.

The flights were about as long and mind-numbing as expected. Two hours from Kansas to Chicago, and then about six hours from Chicago to Reykjavik.

It’s interesting to see the differences between rural areas like Kansas versus massive cities like Chicago. At the airport in Wichita, I had three airport staff tell me they loved my “Everyday is Caturday” shirt and make small-talk with me. In Chicago? Not a one.

Sat in front of a Canadian veteran on the flight to Chicago, on his way home with a new service dog for his PTSD. Consequently, I learned a ton of interesting things about both the processes of training and qualifying for a service dog, and also about Canada (okay, so I never actually talked to him, I just eavesdropped on his conversation). Apparently a lot of older, retired Canadians will buy timeshares in Florida and chill there for a few months out of the year because Canadians are allowed to spend up to six months at a stretch in the U.S.? I was not aware of that (...and does it go both ways?).

Sat next to a smokin’ hot dude (seriously, he looked like Ezra Miller) with a full tattoo arm sleeve on the flight to Reykjavik. Made minimal small talk and never even exchanged names, but I did let him share my adult coloring book and gel pens when he looked super bored by hour two. We colored in companionable silence for a couple of hours. It was nice. Alas, I’ll likely never see him again, and all I have is this stunning artwork to remember him by.

This one is the artwork of my mystery plane companion.

This one is mine.

Listening to the tour guides talk in Icelandic is awesome (like 80% positive they were talking about us though). When they do speak English, it’s with a definite Scandinavian accent.

Dudes, I learned so much about Iceland. So, so much. Some trivia: Iceland is most heavily influenced by Norway and Denmark. They were under Denmark rule for quite a while and actually had the king of Denmark as their king. Also, the only animals originally found on Iceland are basically: artic foxes, some birds, and a shit ton of different whales. Puffins stay on the land for a few months during the summer to breed, too. Everything else? Originally imported. Reindeer? Imported. Sheep? Imported. The famous breed of Icelandic horses? Imported. Iceland also has some of the best water fresh from the tap, since it’s drawn straight up through the lava rock which filters it (I’m a tap-water drinker so this was awesome).

Everything was a weird mix of familiar and unfamiliar. There was a Subway restaurant right across the street from my hotel, but the whole menu was in Icelandic and they had corn as one of the vegetable toppings and the mayo tasted different? The chicken was A++ though, way better than the nasty chicken patties Subway uses in the States.

The Blue Lagoon is awesome. The water is nice and toasty and it actually DOES have that beautiful milky blue color you see in pictures because of a special kind of algae that lives in the water and you only catch a whiff of sulfur every now and then. You can also do face masks with silica mud.

The white hand of Saruman...!

So you would think you’d be perpetually cold in Iceland, right? Even with heated buildings, I kinda figured everyone would be used to the cold and so they would naturally keep the temps in their homes lower, even during the winter. WRONG. Turns out, geothermal energy provides the hot water and the central heating for most of Iceland and since there’s such a huge abundance of it, Icelanders just bask in that shit willy-nilly. Everywhere was super warm, you could NOT keep your coat on inside any buildings or even the tour bus or you’d be sweating. I spent the first three nights in my hotel room sweating my ass off, and when I finally asked, “Dear god, how do I turn down the heat?”, the answer was, “Oh, we never turn down the heat here in Iceland. Just open the window!”

Inevitably, there were a couple of occasions when I ducked my head and pretended to to be invisible when some of the other American tourists asked really dumb questions. On the other hand, I felt warm and fuzzy when all of the American tourists tipped our guides really well and thanked them genuinely and gave them contact info to get in touch if they ever visit the States. Americans: we’re loud, we’re proud, but we mean well.

Apparently tourism has really exploded there just in the last five-ten years, and it’s actually causing some strain. There’s only about 330,000 people in the whole COUNTRY of Iceland (with about 2/3rds living in Reykjavik itself), but there was about 2 million international tourists just last year alone. A lot of things are changing, a lot of construction is underway… the Icelanders seem to have mixed feelings about it. Some like the tourism because it brings in money and jobs, but some are against it because Reykjavik is basically commercializing and expanding to keep up with demand. I can understand both sides. Mostly, it makes me anxious about how millions of new tourists are going to affect these natural landscapes...and a lot of these places are very culturally important to the Icelanders, very full of heritage. Our guide described one of these places as “the heart of Iceland” and even in these days, native Icelanders feel compelled to make a trip at least annually to these places to reconnect with their history. As tourists, I felt like we were really being honored by the Icelanders sharing these places for us, and I just hope that tourists continue to earn that privilege. For the most part, all of the tourists I saw were respectful and didn’t throw trash everywhere and etc., but I also know that it only takes one person to ruin something for everyone. :/

Everything is super expensive in Iceland, the travel reviews were NOT kidding. Take the cost of something in the U.S. and basically double it. $1.50 bottle of water? $4 (or around 450 kronas). $8.50 subway sandwich? $14. Keychain that would be sold for $2.99 anywhere else in the world? $10. Normally I like to get a couple of T-shirts as souvenirs, but those were $40 a pop! So everyone in my family got a keychain and they’ll damn well be happy with it (6 keychains + 1 shot glass still ended up costing me about $80 though).

The northern lights were…underwhelming. Still 100% glad I did it, and now I can check it off my bucket list, but still. All the gorgeous photos you see of the northern lights in long green waves are captured with long exposure photography and all kinds of special equipment. In real life, they didn’t look that intense. Honestly they didn’t even look green, just whitish…like a cloud in the distance. I did finally see the lights “dancing”, which was cool, but that effect was really subtle too. If you weren’t looking and paying close attention, it was easy to miss. The lights “dancing” was kind of like looking at light coming from under the crack of a door where people keep shuffling past on the other side...just a subtle interchange of light and shadows. I tried to take pictures but they didn’t turn out at all. I did hear the northern lights were stronger a couple of nights later though, and some people got to see the green coloring.

Apparently the Icelanders are my kind of people. Aversion to dramatics and not taking shit too seriously? Check. Perpetually late to every single thing in life? Check.

If I talk very slowly and concentrate very hard, I can now correctly say Eyjafjallajökull. And the tour guide said I had the best pronunciation of any tourist so far, though. *preens* (That’s because I practiced saying that shit like hundreds of times, though. Literally. I just sat there on the bus, quietly muttering “Eyjafjallajökull” over and over under my breath like a weirdo, determined to get it right).

Do not call the Icelandic horses “ponies”. Icelanders are picky about that (...even if the horses totally do look like little fuzzy ponies).

True to form, while everyone else in the group was petting the horses, I made friends with the resident barn cat and spent ten minutes petting it instead. His name was Jamie, FYI.

Got up close and personal with a geyser when it drenched me. I watched that thing erupt three times and the water always went in the same direction. As soon as I moved locations off to the side for a better view, the water came right at me. At least the water was warm.

Learned about the Icelandic system of choosing a surname, which they still use today. They don’t pass down “family” surnames (with a few exceptions) like most of us do. Instead, they always use their father’s name as part of the surname (or sometimes their mother’s name, but not as commonly) and then ‘son’ or ‘daughter’ depending on if they’re a boy or girl. So, since John is the dad of Sam and Dean, their Icelandic names would be Dean Johnson and Sam Johnson. If John had a daughter too, she would be (firstname) Johnsdottir. Once Sam and Dean have kids of their own, the tradition continues with their own names. So if Dean has children, their names would be (firstname) Deanson for a boy, and (firstname) Deansdottir for a girl.So it’s entirely feasible in Iceland for everyone in the same immediate family to have different last names. Confusing, huh? (Sometimes the daughter’s surname has an -ar instead of an -s? Like Deanardottir instead of Deansdottir. But I have no idea when or why).

It is impossible to maintain a coffee addiction there. I like my coffee, okay? I like it in very large quantities, I need like two cups in the morning to be useful at all. But in Iceland, since everything is so expensive, a cup of coffee usually runs like $4-5. And I’m not talking about a fancy Starbucks coffee with caramel drizzle and whipped cream, either, I’m talking like just straight black coffee. But that’s not all - you don’t even get like a 16oz or 12oz cup, you get the tiniest little 8oz cup of coffee...even the gas stations coffee cups are tiny! I felt like soulless!Sam.

So apparently flying to another country and going on a week-long vacation by myself is a piece of cake, but I still get super anxious anytime I eat in a restaurant alone. Not surprising, I guess, since I’m kind of a moron. Tried some tasty beer though.

Even though I had a ton of fun, I was also really ready to get home. I missed my furbabies...and they missed me! Well, one of them. :D

My doggie, who was SO excited to see me and has been cuddling as close as he can get.

My kitty, who is pissed at me and has spent all night at the very end of the bed ignoring me.

Is...is it bad that I’ve already started looking at trips for next year? Scratch that, I wasn’t even HOME yet, I was still in Rekjyavik with two days to go, and I was already looking at trips for next year.

All in all, a very awesome, educational, and fairly relaxing trip. :D A++ would do again. If you’re interested in taking a trip yourself, please check out Gate1... they have really affordable prices (good enough that even my broke ass could go!) and they really took care of anything and looked out for us, it was such a relief.

Last but not least, here are some random pictures of the scenery. :)