#hello I am in Ireland right now

[crancisfrozier]

Apparently in the Middle Ages they used to draw these little pointing fingers in the margins of books called “manicules” that would highlight important passages. These are rad we should bring this back.

[ashthenerd]

Have you ever had to run?

Have you ever had to flee and hide and carry your children with you. Have you ever had to spend hours desperate to get to a "safe zone" still not be safe. Because where's the water, wheres the food? Wheres the five minutes of relief. It doesn't come. Not even when you check your evacuation funds because it has been three months and you have only reached 1% of your evacuation funds. ONE PERCENT!!!

But you can't scream, you can't cry, because you have to stay calm for your kids, your little babies who are already scared enough, who are already terrified and tired and just want to go home. But your home's not there anymore. Nothing of your old life is left anymore, except your family. And you don't know if you can save them. Because if it has taken 3 months to get 1% of the funds needed to evacuate, it will be decades before you have the funds to save all of them. Unless people help and donate, but nobody is listening!!!

When you are begging for help to save the lives of your sweet innocent kids who you would do anything for, when you are pleading for help to protect the woman that you love, the mother of your children, and nobody hears a sound.

How do you not let that break you? How do you stay sane? How do you stay kind? Because I haven't a clue, but somehow, Feras is still kind and is still calling out asking all of you to help protect his sweet little Mazen, before his baby gets hurt any further.

And he's not just campaigning for himself, for his wife, for his little girl and his little boy. He's trying to get his whole family to safety, his aunts who watched over him as a child, his cousins who he used to play with when they were just as small as sweet little Mazen. He just wants to protect the people he loves.

So please help him. It doesn't have to be a landfall, it just needs to be something, because otherwise none of then will get out of the hell scape that is the Palestinian genocide. Because people survive genocides because other people help them. Ireland survived our genocide because of people like those of the Choctaw Nation. And they helped save us during their own genocide. They raised what would now equal €5,000, right after the trail of tears. If they could do something so incredible and save my ancestors, why can't you do something amazing and help save this family

Verification by @/Apollo-olives

[woso-dreamzzz]

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Frida Maanum x Emma Lennartsson x Child!Reader

Summary: Frida gets a surprise

There's something about the atmosphere at Borehamwood that Frida likes. Maybe it's the pitch or the changing room or something else. But, secretly, Frida thinks it's the fans.

They turn out in droves, filling the stands and lining up for hours to get in.

The fans are perfect and the signs are funny too.

Frida likes the flags the best though. It's not often that she sees a Norwegian flag in the stands. Plenty of English flags and Ireland flags too (Katie seems to have a never ending amount of fans from Ireland flying over just to see her play).

It's always a nice day to see a Norwegian flag in the crowd. They don't even have to be the big ones hanging over the railings or the ones that fans would give her to wear around her shoulders.

Any flag, big or small, was always welcome to see in the stands.

Frida thinks they make her play better. She sees it and she almost always scores a goal or assists someone else's.

Just like today.

She'd spotted it in the second half, a little handheld flag being waved over by the seated area. She thinks a kid is holding it but it's too far away to properly see.

But the ball was at her feet and then suddenly it was in the back of the net and, as Frida celebrated, she knew it was seeing her flag that got her through it all.

She sees the flag again when the match is over, waving back and forth.

She follows the flag to a little hand. The hand to an arm. The arm to an Arsenal shirt. The Arsenal shirt up to two chubby little cheeks and those chubby cheeks to a very familiar face.

Frida's moving again before anyone can stop her. Stina tries to talk to her but Frida doesn't wait. She's not meant to hop the barrier but she does.

She takes the steps two at a time before reaching the little girl with the flag, crushing her into a hug.

"Hi, Mama," You whisper against her.

"Hi, squishy," Frida says to you. She lifts her head up to rest her chin on your head, looking at Emma. "Hi."

"Hello," Emma chuckles," Good surprise?"

"The best surprise."

Frida releases you but you don't move, happy to curl into her body.

"Did you see my flag, Mama?" You ask," I bought it just for you!"

"I did see it, squish," Frida says. One arm wraps around you again while the other reaches out for Emma. "I scored that goal for you, you know."

You giggle. "Silly, Mama. You don't know we were here!"

"But I saw your flag," Frida insists," And that made me score my goal. Thank you, squish."

You smile at her, a big smile that has Frida raining kisses down on your face. "It was a good goal, Mama. Mummy was very happy."

Emma's face goes a little red at that but Frida doesn't care about teasing her right now, more than happy with you in one arm and Emma's hand in her own.

"I'm glad," Frida says, looking down at you again," I'm glad my girls are happy."

"I'm always happy to see you, Mama!"

She isn't quite sure why but Frida chokes a little, trying to force down her tears so you don't notice but you do.

"Mama," You say," You're crying."

"Happy tears, squish," She assures you," I am very happy that you and Mummy decided to surprise me."

"We woke up very early," You say to her," And then we got on a plane."

"It's been a long day," Emma agrees. She draws you away from Frida and you go willingly. "Go and get changed and we'll head home."

"Come with me," Frida blurts out.

"Home?" Emma asks in amusement," I assumed we were already doing that."

"No, I mean to the locker room. I don't think I can cope being separated now."

Emma bounces you on her knee. "Would you like that, squish? Going into the locker room with Mama?"

You nod, head bobbing up and down. "Yes, please."

Emma gets up and settles you on her hip so you're comfortable. She keeps her fingers threaded with Frida's as she's guided through the halls and into the locker room.

Most of the girls have already come in so Frida's one of the last and everyone stares when she leads you and Emma in.

You've met the Arsenal girls before but you're not too familiar with them because you live in Sweden with Mummy most of the time, going with her to practice at Linköping.

So, you get put in Mama's cubby as she changes. She makes silly faces at you while Mummy talks to a few people she knows.

Mama was wearing a red Arsenal shirt like yours. She always gets you a new one whenever the new kit launches so you can match.

You don't see Mama in person a lot because her life is in England but she always calls every night to read you your bedtime story. She does all the voice correctly and she always makes you laugh.

You like that you get to have your favourite stories read to you in person tonight.

"Ready to go, squish?" Mama asks.

"Yes, Mama. We going home now?"

Frida beams at you. "Yes, we're going home."

[futbolfatale]

Our Omega PT2

Pairing: Select Lionesses x reader

Tags: Omegaverse, Harassment, stereotypical alpha-omega dynamics, nesting, cuddling, doom scrolling, low-key cyberbullying.

Summary: You have been mated for a couple of weeks and get harassed at a game. This will be the last part for this combo but I am considering doing one for Arsenal or Chelsea. P.S. This is definitely not my best work.

Wordcount: 2K

Sitting on the sidelines of a game has become one of your favorite activities other than training. Seeing your girls doing what they are best was unlike anything else. That is how you are back at Wembley watching your girls play against Ireland. You can feel the excited nervous energy the girls are feeling through your bond. Alessia already scored a goal and you're barely into the first half.

A flash of a camera catches your attention and you turn around only to find yourself inches away from a stranger's phone. “ Hi,” You can’t help the annoyed tone that seeps into your voice. People have become fascinated with you since you went public with your relationship. Not that you could blame them, it still feels unreal but the permanent bite marks make it difficult to go unnoticed. “Hi oh my god, I can’t believe you're here. “ The girl looks like she couldn’t be more than sixteen years old. “Where else would I be?” You roll your eyes, turning back to the game. You can feel her eyes on you but don't turn around. You don’t have the mental energy to be nice to her so it is easier to just avoid communicating as much as possible. People like this just get on your nerves. We are all just people. 

After Georgia scored you could tell they had the game in the bag. Not that they become less aggressive in their play style but you could feel the stressed tension in your bond loosening. you tense as someone steps on your shoulder taking a deep breath and turning around you are faced with the same teen and what you assume to be her friends. “ Do you think we could get a picture?” She asks so excitedly you don't have the heart to say no. “Sure,” They crowd around you and one of them pulls out their phone to take a selfie.” if you wouldn’t mind I would like to get back to the game.” You turn back to the pitch barely listening as the girls return to their seats. The scents of the people around you grow heavier as the game continues. Some Alpha’s really need to get their scents under control. It's so overpowering you can barely think.

Once the game is over you head out towards the tunnel to meet up with the girls. Normally they would just come and grab you from the barrier but with this being an official Euro qualifier everyone is trying to follow the rules to a T. The stadium is crowded with people's scents covering every inch of space. A familiar overselling scent fills the air around you .”Hello,” You turn around only inches away from Amber. “Hi” You smile through your annoyance and try to back away from her only to have her follow your steps backing you into the corner. “Where are you mates? not very nice of them to leave their omega all alone.” Amber's smile has a predatory look and you can’t help the fear scent escaping your body. “They didn’t leave me there. I am waiting for them to finish post-match interviews. You try to duck away from her only for her arm to cage you in. “you should probably get away from me if they find you this close it won’t be pretty.” You shrink away as her scent becomes impossible and more aggressive. “There isn’t much they can do to me here” This girl could not learn when someone was not interested. You are mated now she can’t just be out here with you.

”Get away from her '' Lucy's voice startles you out of your fear-induced faze. you slide to the floor as Luce shoves Amber away from you.``you took her from me” Amber shouts as Luce keeps pushing her farther away from you. “Shh. you are okay I’m right here '' Mills scoops you up holding you tight to her chest. Her purr lulls you into a safe headspace. “Let’s get you home.''The rest of the girls join up with you as Mills gets you buckled into the backseat of the car.``Where is Luce '' you question as Millie gets into the driver seat. “She will meet us at the house.” you startle as the car door opens and Less and Ella slide in on either side of you. “Is Lucy okay?”. “She is perfectly fine. I can't say that much about the other girl,” Ella explains with a smirk clear on her face. “She didn't kill her, did she? '' Killing a girl would definitely get her suspended if not worse.``No Mary and Leah pulled her off before it got that serious.'' Alessia explains. “That's good, I don't want her to get in trouble because of me.” 

“It's not your fault That stupid girl, what was her name?” Millie prompted from the front seat.”Amber” ‘Amber should never have gotten that close to you. That is never appropriate, especially with a mated omega. She deserves everything Lucy gave her.” Millie turns into the driveway and you can’t seem to get out of the car fast enough. You just want to go back to your house, your nest. Everything is too much. “Shh love come on let's get you up the stairs. ”Less and Ella are practically running after you as you hurry up the stairs and into the bedroom. Your nest is just the way you left it this morning and that is some comfort as you collapse into it. “How about we turn on a show and wait for the rest of the girls to get home” Less prompts snuggling up next to you. As much as you don't want to do anything, some TV did sound distracting. “What are you going to turn on?”. “Whatever you want my love”. “Derry girls,” you ask with a smile slowly appearing on your face. “Of course” As Alessia is turning on the TV Ella slips in behind you. “Sorry, I have to get my switch to play FIFA.” Ella presses a kiss to your back before returning to her game. Ella and her game you can barely pull it away from her when she has free time. You let yourself relax as the opening of Derry Girls starts.

You don’t even realize how much time has passed until Millie comes in dressed in her pjs with 4 pizza’s. “I was thinking of dinner in bed then some dessert.” Millie sets the pizza’s down on the floor next to the bed and crawls in. Over the past couple of hours the rest of your mates have joined you in your tv binge. “What did you get for dessert?” You question as Mills opens up the boxes. “Brownies and ice cream” She hands you a slice on a paper towel and you gladly begin eating. You forgot about eating in your panic to feel safe again. “Where is Luce” You can’t help missing her, everyone else is home safe and having her out god knows where doesn’t help your inner omega stay calm. “She had to do some cleanup but should be home soon.” Leah pipes up from where she's been scrolling on her phone. “ Do you want me to call her?" Leah asks, finishing her slice of pizza.” Do you mind?” You hate to be a bother no one wants to have a clingy mate. “None of us mind doing things for you, we just want you to be happy.” She dials the number and hands you the phone.

“Hey Leah what's up” Lucy sounds stained as if he is trying to multitask. “It's me, I was worried about you.” you bite your fist as she takes a deep breath. “There is no need to be worried, baby. I had to deal with some things Amber is getting banned from any of our future games. I also had to do an explanation video in case she goes public.” Luce sounds so sweet and you can’t help the tears that escape our eyes. There is no reason to cry, everything is fine, and no one dies. “Baby, you're alright I am going to come home now okay? I will be fifteen minutes tops.” “I'll see you soon then” You choke the words out a few more stray tears rolling down your face. “Come here luv” Georgia pulls you into her arms from behind and you fall into her more tears scraping your eyes. “I don’t even know Why I am crying” You whine letting out the keening cry that omega’s use to let their pack know they are hurting. “You can cry for no reason, you can cry whenever you want. You went through a lot today. You deserve to feel whatever emotions you want.” Georgia explains her hands rubbing circles into your skin are soon joined by the rest of your pack all in an effort to keep you from crying yourself sick.

“Oh baby” Lucy crawls into the nest taking your face into her hands. “It's going to be okay. We are all safe no one is ever going to touch you like that again.'' Lucy pulls your hand to rest over her heart. “We can go to sleep and deal with this tomorrow. You will feel better after a full night's rest. You barely notice as Lucy pulls you to rest in her lap. She starts a slow purr meant for calming omegas. It's annoying how easily she is able to calm you down. “It's not fair we tried that earlier,” Leah complains, her voice barely above a whisper. “I guess you're just not as skilled as I am, '' Luce teases as you slowly begin to drift off to sleep.

When you wake up Lucy is still holding you but she's shifted to be spooning you so your arms are free. There is no way to escape Luce’s death grip so you just start scrolling through Instagram on whoever phone is closest to you. The first thing on your feed is a video of Luce explaining last night which you quickly scroll past. It's more of your usual baking and football commentary until you reach a post about last night. The poster claims to be friends with Amber, which is hard to believe since she is sure an asshole. They are trying to say that you came on to Amber and then acted like she came on to you when your alpha showed up. This is so untrue if any of the witnesses came forward they would all say that Amber came on to you but the comments are full of people agreeing about how much of a slut you are.

So here you are an hour later still scrolling through X trying to find anyone who agrees with you. It's more of the same users all agreeing with Amber. You are so engrossed in your scrolling that you don’t notice Rachel until she sets her hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?" She is still in her Pj's, a mug full of coffee in her free hand. “Ya, why wouldn’t I be.”You turn the phone on and set it face down next to you.. At some point Luce let her arms loosen to the point where you could at least it up. “I just wanted to make sure with what everyone is saying you know it isn't true.” You nod, taking the mug from her hands and quickly taking a large gulp before handing it back to her.  “I know how cruel people can be especially when they don’t know the full story” Rach was this way about her that sets you at ease while also making you feel more heard and understood than you have in your whole life. “I just don’t know how to make them understand.”. “Some never will these things are hard to understand unless you've earned it. What we can do is show people the camera footage of her following you and ignoring your wishes. It's not the best option and it shouldn’t be the only way people will believe you but it would help take some of the hate off of you.” Rachel explains remorse clearly on her face. “I don’t care what they are saying as much as I care that they are trying to convince you that I am those things.”. “No one can convince us of anything about you other than yourself. These people know nothing about what you are really like for us for this pack, nothing anyone says will ever change that.”

[herejusttosufferalong]

Why am I even in this restaurant? It’s not exactly serving the good stuff and lately I am feasting on moldy bread and stale water.

I’ll tell you why: What speaks so loud in this whole L N thing is everything that does not happen, everything that is not being said.

This whole thing could have been shut down like fucking months ago. Things that could have been said and done, but DID NOT:

Introduce A as Ls gf right before the tour, so that’s a fact to the fandom. N follows A on the socials, A follows N, showing we’re all good here. Bit of an outrage, weeks later everybody has forgotten it. LN go on tour, act like platonic besties. And by platonic besties I mean, do not act like either one of you is starting to catch fire any minute now because you have the hottest hots for the other.

Do the press tour, keep the flirt flame alive but when the first Lukola madness sets in, go out there and say “that’s so sweet, we get it, we love each other but really, we are just friends and nothing more”.

Brazil, Italy, Ireland, what can I say: they could have just not done most of the unhinged shit there and gone about their press tour like professionals do.

N could have not introduced L as her future husband  very good friend / colleague to her family.

A during the tour could have just not acted like a jealous, insecure, desperate teenager on SM to make it abundantly clear to everyone girl is not okay.

On the famous pap walk L could have launched A hard by just acknowledging her in a bf way, kissing, smiling, holding her etc. and by not running for his life.

L could have posted A on his ig after pap walk, dealt with the fandom outrage for a couple of days and everybody could have moved on.

N could have not posted the TT, deleted it, frantically supported her man bestie on ig, he could have not mentioned her on Jimmy Fallon, N could have not posted like the most couple-vibe pics from bts, L could have not posted the one scene, where it says “I won’t let her ruin our night…” the more I write, the more creases appear in my forehead.

And again: at any point in time both could have come out and said “we are really just friends”.

At any point could N A have followed each other to send a message. N is such a girl’s girl, it is in fact highly unusual for her to not do that if it’s all fine with her.

Both are professionals with a whole ass team behind them, at any point in time could they have shut this mess down with the help of their teams and clear statements.

All of that what has not been said and has not been done and that what has been done in a forced there’s-a-gun-to-my-head way (hello lifeguard duty), really speaks the whole truth her, doesn’t it? DOESN'T IT???

💜🥃

[neil-gaiman]

Hello Mr. Gaiman,

I don’t know if you would feel comfortable sharing this, but you have been very supportive of library workers and reading, so I thought I would ask.

Here in Ireland libraries are being targeted right now to remove positive LGBTQ+ content, specifically YA stuff. Library workers are being insulted and intimidated; there have been demands to remove books from shelves. This is a coordinated campaign, and there has been little media attention paid to it; I think it’s believed that if the people trying to get books banned are ignored then they will go away.

Having seen how these campaigns have gone in the US and the UK, however, I consider that unlikely.

If you could share information about this then it might help get more attention. I have tried to embed a video link from the Dáil (the Irish Parliament) in this ask as proof that I am not talking through my arse. It will not embed, but I can provide it should you need verification (which is understandable). If you can share this I would be very grateful, and if not I hope that you are well and enjoying a well-earned hot beverage, wherever you are. Also, Norse Mythology rocks.

With thanks,

An Irish Hobbit

Consider it shared...

[ninyard]

okay this was supposed to be a reply to an ask but it got too long so i give u: my first thoughts on the bonus chapters pt 1 (TFC bonus chapter)

David's chapter

Coach Hernandez had warned him Neil was distressingly single minded about Exy, but surely the fucking Yakuza of all things should have made a dent

Obsessed. I wonder what else Hernandez told him

His hip was years healed

Was this mentioned before? Did he break it? When did he break it? Was he playing pro and it's why he retired/became a coach? Just headcanoning this rn

[Kevin] set the bottle down, looked around for something to clean his mess with, and ended up patting at the puddle with his hand.

Kevin Day I Would Die For You. why is that the cutest thing he's done in the whole series

"What could you be holding on to still that would drive you this far away from her?" "No. Don't ask me that."

gnawing at the cages of my enclosure. this is too much for me. SO many thoughts

[About Abby + the kids crutches] Maybe she was right, or maybe she didn't have enough nightmares to understand. David rubbed a thumb along his knuckles, looking for blood he'd washed off years ago.

??????????????????????

"Did you think you were my only lover? He isn't yours, David. You have nothing you need to worry about."

Why did this literally break my fucking heart

Nine years later she was dead

Hello? Am I insane or did anyone think Kevin was WAY younger when she died? This changes SO much for me

"You're not just a Fox," David said, before he could think to stop himself. "You're Kayleigh's son." Kevin's expression fractured as he recoiled. [...] The silence that fell between them was wretched and deep.

i know kevin's head was screaming I'M YOURS TOO and just,,, once again him being older when she died changes SO MUCH. that's his MOM. He's KAYLEIGHS SON. how much did that fucking sentence hurt him? he knows!!!!! and she's not around anymore!!!! throwing up.

Kevin looked so much like her, except Kayleigh had never looked so defeated and afraid. She'd been fierce and vibrant and fearless.

This bonus chapter is NOT good for me because now i need so much more kayleigh content it's unhealthy. like i NEED more of her

When he started thinking about rings he put himself on a plane home.

I know this could be about,,, literally anywhere in the US. but IMAGINE it was Ireland. Imagine he was in Ireland with her. and ALSO???? him wanting to marry her??? like please. dont do this to me

"Coaches have no honor," Kevin said, ragged with renewed heartbreak and despair. [...] "Your word is enough. Just yours."

PUUUUUUKE. too much to unpack.

"They'll be too busy drooling over you to care what you're saying. Works on me every time." Nicky wasn't the only one so easily swayed, but if Nicky and Kevin were both too blind to figure that out David wasn't going to put it together for them.

I know the automatic assumption is Andrew but like,, what if he means Neil. and misread how obsessed neil is with him. Just a thought. But either way what a THING to SAY DAVID

David wasn't a praying man, and he'd never quite decided whether he believed in an afterlife, but for a second he glanced up at the sky in search of Kayleigh's disapproving glower. "I'm sorry," He said, and he went back inside to find a drink of his own.

once again screaming crying throwing up. He cared about her SO much

[seospicybin]

TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

EXTRA HOT REUNION.

Felix x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist.

Synopsis: You and Felix are having a Too Hot To Handle reunion with other contestants to catch up on the life after the retreat. (4,2k words)

Author's note: Some of you asking for a reunion so here it is! Also, happy birthday the blonde guy from Stray Kids x

Content warning: This is entirely a work of fiction and not affiliated with real Too Hot To Handle show.

HOST: Hello, everyone! I am your host for the Too Hot To Handle Extra Hot Reunion show! Hello, sexy people!

EVERYONE: [Claps] [cheers]

HOST: We'll be getting all the juicy details of the contestants of Too Hot To Handle season 1 and find out if your favorite couple is still together or not!

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HOST: In the meantime, let's see if they still remember how many times they broke the rules!

LAURA: Wow! Honestly... A lot! [Chuckles]

ALEX: Indeed, we did a lot of things.

MAEVE: Just once and I don't regret it. At all!

YOU: Agree! [Thumbs up]

DANIEL: Oh, Laura touched someone's willy!

JAMIE: I didn't break enough rules.

KILLIAN: [laughs] I still remember your naughty little fingers, Felix!

FELIX: [laughs] [shows fingers to the camera]

COLE: I was too busy keeping you horn dogs from breaking the rules to break a rule.

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HOST: These two girls prove that you can seek connections other than romantic ones. In this season we watched how their friendship blooms from a rule break.

HOST: Hello, my darlings!

MAEVE: Hey, gorgeous! [Waves]

YOU: Hi, babes!

HOST: We all know that the two of you are close before the kiss but what did you think that makes you guys click in the first place?

YOU: It's because we entered the villa together!

MAEVE: [Gasps] I almost forgot about that!

YOU: I was so nervous, it was my first time being in a show and front of a camera. I was grateful that they paired me up with someone and she's like... such a hottie.

MAEVE; Awww, thank you, babe!

YOU: And I think it's crazy that I met an Irish girl and we clicked right away.

MAEVE: It's meant to be!

HOST: Such a wonderful start to a relationship and both of you are hot and shared a hot kiss.

YOU: [Nods] Oh, yes.

MAEVE: [Blushes] [laughs]

HOST: So, how did the kiss happen?

YOU: I just wanted to kiss her. Really.

MAEVE: Babe, we agree to keep it a secret! [laughs]

YOU: [Laughs] I always think that Maeve is gorgeous, she's hot and no one can deny that yet she's always insecure about it.

MAEVE: [Quietly chuckles]

YOU: Frankly, a few times I wanted to shake her shoulders and snap her out of it because like, come on, she has nothing to be not confident about but instead of that, I kissed her.

MAEVE: Right! I'm a slow learner but with a kiss, I immediately get it.

HOST: Oh yes, a good snog always helps.

MAEVE: Right?

HOST: You mentioned in the show that someday you'll visit her in Ireland and have drinks together. Have you had the chance to do it?

YOU: [Nods] I already did.

MAEVE: She visited me last summer and we had so much fun.

YOU: We had tons of fun. We went from one pub to another and I obviously can't drink as much as Maeve— Oh, Killian!!!

MAEVE: [Covers face]

HOST: Do I smell something here? [Sniffs] Oh, it reeks of romance.

YOU: I'll leave that to Maeve to explain [Props hand under chin]

MAEVE: After the show we stayed in contact and we hung out a few times, there's something— I can't tell much for now. We want to take things slow.

HOST: It's better than nothing.

YOU: [leans close to the camera] [puts hands around your mouth] They're snogging, everyone!

HOST: Oh, kiss me I'm Irish indeed!

MAEVE: But still, our kiss is the best I've ever had.

HOST: Do you agree with that? Is Maeve still the best kisser?

YOU: Yes and yes and yes.

MAEVE: [Cheers] Eat that, Felix!

HOST: Do you girls have any plans? Upcoming girl's trip? Do you plan on sharing another kiss?

MAEVE: Another kiss for sure!

YOU: We want to do a lot of things and kissing is one of them [puckering lips]

MAEVE: [Blows kisses at you]

HOST: Nothing we love more than two girls wanting to kiss each other! True friendship goals right there!

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HOST: We're usually able to guess which couple going to make it to the last but we didn't guess it right when they parted ways in the middle of the season. Tell us why it happened, Jamie!

JAMIE: [Rubs forehead] Uh... first thing first, I was sexually frustrated.

YOU: We all were!

JAMIE: I wanted to break the rules and she didn't so I got more frustrated [laughs]

YOU: That's true!

JAMIE: What a man can do?

YOU: A lot, actually! [Rolls eyes] [laughs]

HOST: Let it all out, honey! Let it out!

YOU: What was upsetting to me is that because I was about to open up to him and I was planning on breaking a rule with him but he [sighs] Well, it's your loss, Jamie [smirks]

JAMIE: It was my loss, I admit [hands up]

HOST: But are we good now? Are we on good terms or should we make a peace treaty right here, right now?

YOU: [Laughs]

JAMIE: We're good. We had dinner together the other night.

HOST: Is that true? Is it like... was it civil? Was it a peace offering?

YOU: Nah [shakes head] it was Cole, he told me he's in town and invited me to have dinner together. I would have said no if I knew Jamie was going to be there [gags] [laughs] I'm joking.

JAMIE: I did doubt she'd come if Cole had told her I'd be coming too.

YOU: I came because Cole said he'll pay for dinner [chuckles]

JAMIE: [Closes eyes] [flustered]

YOU: Jokes aside, we're good. We're friends.

JAMIE: Thank you! Everyone can stop coming at me now [laughs] thank you for clearing it up.

HOST: Oh, [wipes forehead] I was about to call for backup here but thank you for keeping this a peaceful reunion.

-

HOST: This is the moment you've been waiting for! They're my favorite couple in the show and it seems like they're everyone's favorite too. Hi, cuties!

FELIX: [Waves hand] Hi!

YOU: Hiya!

HOST: Let's catch up with you first, girl! How are you doing?

YOU: I've been doing great [smiles] I... uhm, I've been working hard on paying my debts and I'm debt-free now.

HOST: Woohoo! That's great!

YOU: Sad that I watched my money gone like that [laughs] but I'm relieved I don't have to think about it again.

HOST: We heard you're finishing fashion school. Is it true?

YOU: Yes, I am. I'm graduating next month!

HOST: [Claps] Oh, congratulations in advance, darling!

FELIX: [Claps] [smiles]

HOST: Aren't you proud of your girl, Felix?

FELIX: [Clears throat] Absolutely! She's been working hard so she deserves every good thing that comes to her.

YOU: [Coos] Thank you [smiles]

HOST: And how are things, Felix? How's life after the retreat?

FELIX: It felt weird to be back in the real world after the retreat. Moreover, I just feel like staying in the villa and not working [laughs]

HOST: Understandable!

FELIX: The only annoying thing about the retreat is Lana [chuckles]

HOST: Uh oh! Let's hope Lana didn't just hear it. For now, let's see some of your moments in the retreat!

YOU: Not you guys showing how I got fingered under the cover again [Facepalms]

HOST: I'm afraid it'll live forever in the TV history.

[Playing video of you and Felix in the retreat]

HOST: Getting flashbacks? How did you feel watching all that?

YOU: Wow. I mean looking back at it now, it feels like I did change. My friends and family kept saying something changed in me but I felt the same. I get it now.

HOST: How about you, Felix?

FELIX: Same. I was single when I joined the show and planned on staying single at the end of it.

HOST: Until the ultimate cockblock appeared?

FELIX: [Chuckles] Yes but the outcome is better than I expected.

HOST: Getting into the important questions now. Please fill in the blanks on what you guys did after the retreat is over.

YOU: [Sighs] [Chuckles] We stayed together for a week. Felix decided to come home and stayed over at my place and yeah... we just went at it.

HOST: Oh, straight into the juicy details, huh?

FELIX: [Laughs] We did like... seven times a day.

YOU: [Laughs] I felt— [inhales] I felt bad for my neighbor at that time.

HOST: Did you guys ahem... did all the things you guys wanted to do in a private suite?

YOU: [Tips head] [Slyly smiles]

FELIX: To be honest... [licks lips] not enough.

HOST: OH MY GOODNESS!

YOU: [Laughs] I had to change the bedsheets every few hours!

HOST: OH, YOU ANIMALS!

FELIX: You want the juicy details [smiles] [shrugs]

HOST: It's wow— It's not juicy, it's rather flooding in here. What happened after that?

YOU: Felix went back to Australia and I got busy working, school.

FELIX: [Nods] I went back to work right away.

HOST: [Blinks eyes] Nothing happened after that?

YOU: We spent New Year's together and after that, we just went back to our lives.

HOST: New Year was two months ago, babes! Wait, are you—

FELIX: We haven't met again after that.

HOST: Oh, no. I don't want to be the bearer of bad news to everyone but I have to ask, are you guys still together?

YOU: Well...

HOST: Hold that tongue and let me get back to you after I asked everyone about their favorite best moments!

-

HOST: What is your favorite best moment?

HEIDI: Fooling around with everyone in the pool.

LAURA: Definitely kissing Alex [laughs] No, I'm playing. I had fun doing the all-girls workshop that when I felt the closest to them.

YOU: What I miss the most now is just us girls talking in the dressing room.

KILLIAN: Felix and I working out by the beach together.

JAMIE: It must be the date I had with Mia. I never had a nice date like that.

JOSH: The dance we did in the last episode.

MAEVE: The first party we had and everyone's faces when they found out it was Too Hot To Handle.

ALEX: Goofing around with the boys in the bedroom.

FELIX: That time I was sweating so much from waiting for my girl to come back from the date.

COLE: Must be the times we spent worrying about the money [laughs]

-

HOST: We're back with our favorite couple and about to reveal the fate of their relationship. I'm going to ask you guys again. Are you guys still together?

YOU: The distance is... I guess we kind of having a hard time overcoming it. Other than that, we're both busy, Felix is always traveling for his job and I'm stuck here studying.

FELIX: My worries turned out to be true and we had our ups and downs.

HOST: Stop dragging this around. My heart can't take it.

FELIX: Well... Sorry, I just need to— [exits the frame]

HOST: Felix, where are you going?

YOU: [Looks to the side] [Felix appears in your frame]

HOST: OH?! You guys are—

YOU: [Nods] [Chuckles]

FELIX: I decided to move in with her.

HOST: [Clutches chest] You guys are so mean, I almost had a heart attack.

YOU: [Gets up from chair] [sits on Felix's lap]

FELIX: It's the only way for this to work. Being away from her, the distance... [sighs] it was draining so I sorted a few things, packed up, and moved in.

YOU: I just moved to a new apartment so the timing couldn't be more perfect.

HOST: Is the bedroom soundproofed, babe?

YOU: [Laughs] Not yet but now I plan on doing it.

HOST: You should because it seems to me like it's going to be super loud and busy in there.

FELIX: It's about to [smirks]

HOST: Please show us some love! Share a smooch with us for all of your fans out there.

FELIX: [Turns head] [kisses you on the lips]

HOST: Oh, great! I feel so single now.

YOU: Well, you can always join Too Hot To Handle [Laughs]

HOST: No, thank you. I enjoyed seeing my favorite couple is still all lovey-dovey. Felix, do you have anything to say before we end our interview?

FELIX: Yes. It was nice catching up with everyone and I'm happy to be here with my girlfriend but I'm afraid it's time to f—

HOST: Sorry, Felix, as much as we love a happy ending, we have to cut you off again. It's been fun catching up with all the hot guests from the first season of Too Hot To Handle. Hope to see you guys again next time and thank you for watching!

-

Felix shuts the laptop once the interview is over and puts his arms around you.

"That was fun," he murmurs close to your ear.

You turn your head to the side, letting him capture your lips into a kiss.

"The fun hasn't begun," you mutter against his lips and let go to continue talking, "yet."

He leans in for another kiss as you recline on his chest, his hands roaming around your clothed body and feeling you all over.

"You still make me hard," he seductively whispers into your ear.

When the kiss starts to get deeper and harder, you get up from his lap, unzipping your dress as you walk backward while maintaining eye contact with him.

The dress drops onto the floor and pools around your ankle, exposing the matching underwear you're wearing.

You kick the dress away and it lands next to his feet.

Felix resists picking it up and shakes his head, eyeing the piece of clothing you're wearing that he wants.

"Give it to me," he says with a deep, assertive voice that makes you tingle inside.

"Okay..." Your hand reaches to the back to unclasp your bra.

Sliding the straps down your shoulders, you take the bra off and throwing at him, landed right on his lap.

He hisses as he takes it but does nothing to it, "The other one!"

You shake your head and cup your breasts with your hands, "Nuh-uh! No!"

Felix glares at you and leans forward on his chair, "Give it to me!" He says with a deeper voice.

"Why don't you get it yourself?" You dare him with a sly smile.

Felix reclines on the chair, spreading his legs wide, and pokes his inner cheek with his tongue. It's like he's doing a photoshoot for a magazine.

"I have no other option then," he sighs and quickly gets up from the chair to chase after you.

You squeal as you make a run to the bedroom, but he catches you right before you can climb onto the bed.

"Got you!"

Felix wraps his arms around you and shuts you up with a kiss on your open mouth. His hands get busy roaming around your naked body as his kiss turns sloppy.

You turn around to face him and hook your leg over his, clinging to him as you return his eager kisses.

"Baby..." You whine.

He gently bites at your lower lip and slyly smiles, "What?"

You gently push him away and lay down on the bed, giving him the eyes as you say, "Take those clothes off for me."

Felix is too busy lusting over your almost naked body on the bed to hear what you said to him.

"Baby!" You call him again a little louder.

It works to snap him out of his possibly lewd daydream, "No time to take the clothes off," he says, then jumps onto the bed.

-

Felix likes it more if you’re the one taking his clothes off for him.

Your hands are swiftly unbuttoning his shirt while your mouth is busy returning his hard and deep kisses. You impatiently part it open once you're done unbuttoning them all.

Felix eventually has to be the one getting rid of it, reluctantly letting go of the kiss to do it. He hurls it across the room to hover above you again.

"I miss you," he earnestly says as he stares deeply into your eyes.

"Aww..." you coo and brush his already tousled hair, "I miss you too."

Your fingertips lightly trail his cheek dusted with freckles and cup his jaw, "Come, kiss me again!" you sweetly demand with an adorable pout.

He's more than happy to comply, pressing his lips on you again. His heart is shrunk from being away from you too long, but the kiss helps him fill it with warm feelings, and revives it back to life.

A part of him still can't believe that he's moving in with you and he can see you every day, kissing you as many times as he wants.

"I love you," he mutters as he breaks the kiss.

"I love you too," you say back with a smile that makes his heart rattle inside his chest.

"Baby, isn't it time for you to give me head?"

He breaks into laughter, "So impatient, huh?"

"Well, you've been away for long..." you meekly answer and put your legs around his waist to draw him closer.

You lowly giggle as you guide his hand down south, "A girl has her needs, you know."

He rubs over your clothed core and slyly grinning as he looks down at you, "Uh-huh?"

You nod and spread your legs wider for him, "You still make me wet," you say as you watch his hand slip into your underwear.

"Mmh..." He hums with a quick kiss on your neck.

Felix continues the trail of kisses down your neck and chest, biting on your nipples on his way down to kiss your abdomen.

You squirm as his mouth gets closer to where you want him to be. A moan falls out of your parted mouth as his mouth makes contact with your clothed cunt.

Oh, how he misses hearing the noises you make as his tongue lapping at your wetness. The taste of you quench his thirst yet he can't have enough.

Your hand tangles in his hair, tugging at it whenever the pleasure gets overwhelming and at the same time, telling him that he's doing the right thing.

There are so many things he wants to do but one pops out in his head at this moment. He sucks hard on your clit before letting it go.

Hastily, he kisses your mouth, ignoring his mouth drenched in your essence.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?" You breathlessly ask with wide eyes.

He places a slobbering kiss on your jaw before answering you, "Do you have anything we can play with?"

You shot him a surprised look, then lowly chuckle, "In the second drawer of the dresser."

-

A part of him still can't believe that he's moving in with you and he can see you every day, kissing you as many times as he wants.

"I love you," he mutters as he breaks the kiss.

"I love you too," you say back with a smile that makes his heart rattle inside his chest.

"Baby, isn't it time for you to give me head?"

He breaks into laughter, "So impatient, huh?"

"Well, you've been away for long..." you meekly answer and put your legs around his waist to draw him closer.

You lowly giggle as you guide his hand down south, "A girl has her needs, you know."

He rubs over your clothed core and slyly grinning as he looks down at you, "Uh-huh?"

You nod and spread your legs wider for him, "You still make me wet," you say as you watch his hand slip into your underwear.

"Mmh..." He hums with a quick kiss on your neck.

Felix continues the trail of kisses down your neck and chest, biting on your nipples on his way down to kiss your abdomen.

You squirm as his mouth gets closer to where you want him to be. A moan falls out of your parted mouth as his mouth makes contact with your clothed cunt.

Oh, how he misses hearing the noises you make as his tongue lapping at your wetness. The taste of you quench his thirst yet he can't have enough.

Your hand tangles in his hair, tugging at it whenever the pleasure gets overwhelming and at the same time, telling him that he's doing the right thing.

There are so many things he wants to do but one pops out in his head at this moment. He sucks hard on your clit before letting it go.

Hastily, he kisses your mouth, ignoring his mouth drenched in your essence.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?" You breathlessly ask with wide eyes.

He places a slobbering kiss on your jaw before answering you, "Do you have anything we can play with?"

You shot him a surprised and lowly chuckle, "In the second drawer of the dresser."

-

Nothing can compare to the feeling of entering you and the look on your face as you slowly take his length.

Felix is on cloud nine once his cock is fully buried inside you, he tenderly caresses your cheek and puts your hair to the side.

"Always taking me so well, mmh?" He coos at you.

You smile with your eyes closed as a response to his sweet praise.

It only gets better now that he's getting help from the vibrator he takes from your drawer. He turns it on and it's buzzing in his hand.

Slowly, he puts the vibrator on your clit and pays attention to the facial expression you make as a guide to please you.

It's the first time for him as well to use it on you and feel the vibration even though his cock is snug inside your velvety walls.

"Good, baby?" He asks.

You nod with a blissful smile on your face, squirming on the bed with moans spilling out of your parted mouth.

Felix pauses by turning off the vibrator and begins to slowly thrust into you at a steady pace.

Your eyes are screwed shut and your hands are gripping the sides of your pillow.

"Baby, oh..." You moan out loud.

As much as he wants to please you, he wants to take his time and give you the best of pleasure. He leans down to kiss you again, giving you a break by slowly making out with you.

"Faster, yeah?" He asks against your lips.

"Okay," you answer with your lips wet from the kisses.

He kisses you before getting into position, turning on the vibrator, and changing the speed settings.

It's getting more intense now and he can feel it as you tighten and flutter around him. You're sucking him deeper so that he can't help himself but draw his cock out of you and slowly slip it in.

You're a moaning mess, clawing at the bedsheets and squirming on the bed, "Oh, fu..." your curse goes into a breathless moan.

He can see the sheen of sweat covering your body and tears pooling in the corner of your eyes, overwhelmed by the stimulations he's doing to you.

"Close, baby?"

"Yeah, yeah," you repeatedly answer in a broken voice.

Felix decides to ditch the vibrator and puts all of his focus on you, he's hovering above you, giving you a minute to calm down.

"You feel so good, baby, oh..." he praises along with a hot kiss on your lips.

"Been dreaming of fucking you this good," he murmurs with his mouth planted on your neck.

You hold the nape of his neck and bring his head close for a passionate kiss that takes his breath away. You both gasp for air the second you let go.

"Make me feel good, baby," you whine, arching your back and intentionally clenching around him.

A raw groan rips out of his throat, Felix drops his head into your neck and gathers his senses, or else he'll lose it right there, right now.

"Ain't I making you feel good right now?" He asks.

"I want more," you reply with a naughty grin on your face.

As a boyfriend, Felix will always give you what you want and it happens that he wants the same thing too.

With a deep kiss and he plants his hands against the mattress, he starts thrusting into you again. He sets a steady pace at first, yet a moment later, he loses all control and picks up the speed.

It's getting more intense that he can't contain his grunts and he can feel your nails digging into the flesh on his back.

"Oh, I..." The rest of your words turn incoherent as he mercilessly pounds into you.

Felix lets himself go the second you reach your climax, using every bit of his senses left to get to his release. He crashes his mouth on you and you break the kiss not long after as you let out a loud moan.

He collapses onto you and you wrap your arms around him, reorganizing your breathing with your bodies rising and falling in sync.

"Imagine if we did all that in retreat," you murmur with a quick kiss on his bare shoulder.

Felix's laughs reverberate through your body as he's snuggled on top of you.

"We'd break not only Lana's rules," he props a hand against the mattress and lovingly kisses your lips.

"We'd also break Lana's bank."

-

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The low, blue light from the tanks is relaxing, meditative, even, and though the aquarium is loud with the sounds of small children rushing about and pointing out fish to one another, it’s still peaceful. Maybe it’s womb-like, I don’t know.

We stare at the turtles for ages and laugh about the description plaque, stating that all of these turtles were donated by families who no longer wanted them as pets when the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle craze passed. 

“They’re a bit like me,” Jen says, “my parents kinda donated me to Michelle’s family when the novelty wore off.”

I don't know if she wants me to laugh, but I don't think it's funny. The smile slips off my face and suddenly these turtles are tragic figures, metaphors for the cruel, shallow nature of humanity. We just toss living creatures aside and flush them down toilets as soon as they are no longer trendy. Usually Jen would be impressed that I had such a liberal thought without first seeing it somewhere on the internet and adopting it as my own opinion, but I can sense it’s not really the right time to start a discussion about consumerism, or whatever. 

“I’m sorry about your mam today,” I say, “I would have expected she’d at least have the decency to say hello.”

Jen pauses for a long moment. I let the silence go on, and am beginning to think she won’t answer at all when she says, “I don’t know what I expected, to be honest.”

“It’s probably normal to expect your own mother to acknowledge you in public.”

“I just wonder if she’s missed me at all in the last two years.”

I don’t know what to say, “...I’m sure she has.”

“I doubt it, to be honest,” She stares dejectedly into the tank, “She’s had a lot of chances to reach out and make up, I just feel like she won’t do it if she hasn’t done it by now. I think that part of me thought she’d care more, I suppose, but then again I’m not really surprised that she doesn’t. She only had kids because people would have thought it was weird if she didn't.”

“Yeah but if she didn't then I wouldn't have a best friend.”

“You'd be best friends with some other loser if I didn’t exist.”

“Well, I'm glad it's you, is all.”

“I just think it’s a pity when… when love is supposed to be, like, unconditional, but it isn’t. You’re meant to love your kids no matter what, so I just think that if you’re going to give up on them as soon as they do, or… or are something that you don’t approve of then why would you have them?”

“I don’t think it’s that simple.”

“Ugh,” she shoves me lightly and turns to sit on a nearby bench facing another tank of fish, “Obviously I know, I was just saying.”

I join her, “I know, I feel the same way about my parents, sort of.”

“Well, I mean, it’s different too, isn’t it? Because Chris and Colette actually do love you.”

I hesitate, “I think they love what I do for them and all, how convenient it is for me to be around and helping with things at home, but I don't know if that's proper love.”

“That’s probably not everything you are to them, like, yeah, you help your mom out with the parenting thing when your dad refuses to be involved with it and that’s hard, but I don’t think they’d ever kick you out of the house and try to forget you were ever born. They brought you with them, didn’t they? When they moved to Ireland, and they didn't have to do that.”

I wish they didn’t. Sometimes I wish they’d just abandoned me at aunt Maureen’s house and let me grow up like the normal American kid I was on track to be, doing normal American kid things like blissfully finger painting awful, shit butterfly pictures in elementary school and going to summer camps with campfires and raft building activities.

Memories of the desert are lit up in technicolour for me now, so clear that I swear I can still taste the air. It was drier, sweeter than the air here. It smelled different too, carrying some indescribable scent that only snapped back into my consciousness when I visited again two years ago and I've had a hard time not yearning for it since. Everything was beautiful. At the house that I used to call my home I would carry my breakfast out to the terrace, hopping on flagstone scorching already from the sun, and just look at the distant mountains, jagged blue, for ages, while the Rio Grande shimmered like a mirage in the dust land below.

It's because of Ivy that we left, though I still don’t know why my parents thought that bringing another child into the world, on purpose this time, would somehow fix all of the tears in the fabric of their marriage. And what about me? What kind of real, genuine good was lifting me out of the place that was making me so happy? But I know it's too late to waste time wondering, and if I ask them they'll just repeat what they've always said about how raising children would be better in Europe, as if they would even know.

“Yeah,” I say to Jen, “I guess that proves they love me.”

“I know what your problem is,” she says, and I’m curious enough about hearing it summed up that I look at her, the tanks throwing moving shapes and colours across her face, “You’ve just forgotten how to talk to them, like, how to really talk about how you feel, and they’ve forgotten how to do the same with you.”

“Hm.”

“You and I are good at talking, I think. We can talk about anything, even really hard things, even when we get upset about it, so I know you have it in you to do the same with your parents, you just won’t. You’re just too awkward now because you’re used to the way that it is, but I think if you just tried to change your habits then you’d probably find that they’d do the same with you.”

I nod. I don’t really know what she’s saying, but it sounds wise in that oh-so-very Jen way. 

“Maybe your parents want to be close to you too,” she continues, “you really don’t know. Maybe they’re just scared that you’ll push them away, and I know you’re scared of the same thing so you’re all just walking around on eggshells trying very hard not to get hurt.”

“Do you think so?”

“Well, they could have just not had you, but they did. They got married because of you, and they wanted to bring you here with them. They still take you on holidays and buy you school supplies and nice clothes and fancy gifts, and even though you are the worst behaved boy of all time you don't get punished half as harshly as you should. Mine learned I was gay and changed the bloody locks,” she sighs, “You’re a lucky boy, actually, like it or not.”

It's always hard to talk about her parents, not just because they were awful, but the casual way that Jen speaks of the event, like she's just repeating some bland school gossip she heard in the locker room. I know it hurts her. It must. The destruction they have done to her is immeasurable, and Jen has become so good at covering it all up, but I know her better than anybody. She’s vulnerable, sensitive and easily hurt, and even when her face doesn’t show it her eyes do. She knows I can tell, which is probably why she refuses to look at me for several moments and turns her face towards the shark tank to her left. 

As for my parents, maybe she’s right, maybe I don’t know how good I really have it, and if I tried to talk to them more I’d be pleasantly surprised by the things they have to say. There are worse parents than mine, evidently. 

We don’t speak again. I just sit close to her in silence while we watch the fish swim and weave between the rising bubbles in their tanks, fluid, free, mindless, until it is time to catch the DART home again. 

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Bloody Perfect (Proinsias Cassidy x F!Reader)

Summary: You have plans for a date one Friday night, but get stood up and left to drink by yourself at a bar. When a handsome stranger comes in and sits down beside you, though, you get the feeling your night might not end in disappointment after all.

Pairing: Proinsias Cassidy x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,786

Warnings: p in v sex, vaginal fingering, unsafe sex, creampie

Notes: There are two songs featured in this fic! Both are right below in case you wanna listen and get into the clubbing vibe ;)

You checked your phone. Nine o’clock—a full hour after your date had said he’d meet you. No texts, no updates, no nothing.

You curled one hand into a fist on the bar counter, using the other to grab your glass and bring the straw to your lips. You took an aggressive sip of your cocktail, silently seething. So much for dressing up nice and making plans tonight. Time to go home.

You were just about to ask for your bill when you heard someone sit down on the stool beside you, getting the bartender’s attention first. “Strongest thing you’ve got. Thanks, mate.”

You noticed the man’s thick accent right away, breaking you out of your irritated trance. It was… Irish? What was an Irish guy doing in Atlanta?

You turned your head slightly to get a proper look at him. He was a tall, lanky man in sweatpants and a snug t-shirt, his exposed arms covered in all kinds of tattoos. You only had a couple seconds to observe him before he was turning to look at you as well, giving you a full view of his long face. He had a crooked nose, a good deal of stubble, and sleepy-looking eyes, like he hadn’t had proper rest in quite some time. He smiled wide, and your heart fluttered.

Uh-oh. He was cute. Really cute.

The man studied you with interest. “Well, hello there, love,” he said jovially. “What brings you here tonight?”

It took you a moment to remember you could speak. “I, uh—” You glanced down at your nearly-empty cocktail glass, and some of your agitation returned. Should you tell him the truth? Why the fuck not. “Well, I was waiting for somebody. But it looks like they stood me up.”

The man frowned. “Stood you up? Pretty thing like you?”

You felt heat rush to your cheeks. Pretty? Wow, he hadn’t even hesitated. You managed a small laugh and shrugged. “Guess so.”

“Any idea why?” he asked.

You snorted. “Who knows? Men suck. Especially here.” Maybe that wasn’t the wisest thing to say to a man you’d just met, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care much.

“That so?” The man actually sounded curious, not at all offended. “Haven’t been here long. I didn’t know Atlanta men were such fuckin’ twats.”

You laughed at that, unable to suppress it. “Yeah, it’s true,” you said humorously. “From my experience, anyway. Are you visiting?”

The bartender set down a glass of dark liquor, and the Irishman took a big swig. “Sure am,” he replied. “Stayin’ as long as I feel like it. Goin’ wherever the wind takes me, y’know?”

You nodded. It was undoubtedly a corny thing to say, but he seemed perfectly genuine about it. “You’re from Ireland, right?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. Been in the states a long time, though. I daresay I like it a little better here.” He picked up his drink to take another swig, a bigger one this time. From how foul it looked, you were surprised to see him drink it like it was nothing. He set the glass back down, then flashed you a smile. “Name’s Cassidy.”

You smiled back. “Cassidy. Is that a first name or a last name?”

“Ah, curious, aren’t ya?” He smirked. “Family name. First name’s Proinsias, but Cass is just easier, y’know?” He eyed you. “What about you, love?”

You thought about how to answer. There was no reason for you to tell him your name, let alone stick around this bar any longer; your date clearly wasn’t coming. You could just head home now and probably never have to see this guy again. But for some reason, you weren’t so keen on leaving anymore. Not just yet, anyway.

You told him your name. Cassidy repeated it thoughtfully. “Pretty name. Suits ya.”

There was that warmth in your cheeks again. “Thanks,” you said, offering him a smile.

“Want another drink?” he asked just then, indicating your glass. “Looks pretty much empty.”

You decided there was no harm staying and talking with him a little longer. It was a Friday, after all, and the night was still young. “Sure, thank you.”

“‘Nother one of these for the lady, please,” Cassidy called to the bartender. “Thanks.”

You crossed one leg over the other. “So,” you said, “what are you doing in Atlanta?”

“Oh, just passin’ through,” he answered simply. “Hangin’ around, you know. Gettin’ into a little trouble here and there, maybe.”

“Hm? What kind of trouble?”

“You never know,” he said with a shrug. “Nothin’ bad, if that’s what you’re thinking. I just like the nightlife, y’know? That’s when the most fun happens.”

He was speaking incredibly vaguely, and you weren’t sure how to feel about that, but your curiosity hadn’t been deterred. You figured he just meant he liked to party. “The nightlife, huh? You like clubs, stuff like that?”

Cassidy’s eyes brightened. “‘Course I do!” he said. “All kinds of ‘em. You like ‘em, too?”

“Depends on which clubs, I guess,” you responded. “There are a lot of good ones here. Good bars. Good dancing.”

“So you’re a dancer, then?” he asked, deeply interested.

You blushed. “No, no—I mean, not a good one,” you said with a laugh. “I go sometimes with my friends, but they’re way better than me.”

“Oh, come now, I’m sure you’re sellin’ yourself short,” he insisted. “I bet you’ve got some moves, don’t ya?”

Your drink arrived, and you were grateful to take a long sip while you thought of what to say next. “Really, no,” you said a few seconds later. “I’m extremely mediocre, I promise.”

“Well, why don’t you show me, then?” Cassidy suggested, grinning. “Take me to one of these places ya speak of. Then we’ll decide who’s the better dancer.”

You laughed. “What, you’re serious?”

“Sure I am. You deserve a little fun after what that arsehole did, wouldn’t ya say?”

You thought for a moment. You did deserve to have some fun. You stirred the straw in your glass, smiling to yourself a little. You couldn’t be considered tipsy yet, but the alcohol was giving you a bit of courage. “Are you offering to take me dancing?” you asked with a hint of coyness.

Cassidy’s smile grew into a practically shit-eating grin. “I’ll take ya anywhere you like, love,” he replied in a low voice.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you had to look away a bit. Oh boy.

Cassidy threw back the rest of his drink, then put down the empty glass, his expression eager. “Well, what d’ya say? Night’s only just started.”

You sipped your cocktail, excitement coursing through you now. You might’ve only just met him, but you really liked this weird, kinda sexy Irish guy already. You’d been stood up, and that fucking sucked, but now you had a different cute guy to hang out with tonight. It certainly beat going back home alone, feeling sad and pitiful.

You set your drink down. “Yeah, sure. Why not.”

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There were countless clubs in downtown Atlanta, but you chose one of your favorites to take Cassidy to. You felt oddly safe walking the streets with him, and when the two of you finally reached the club, he was right beside you as you made it past the bouncer and slipped inside.

You could feel the heavy bass of the music thrumming throughout the club, vibrating under your feet as you ventured towards the dance floor, Cassidy close behind. Bodies moved and swayed under the flashing strobe lights, and for a heartbeat, you wondered if you’d made a mistake bringing this guy—still practically a stranger, and barely your date—here. Anything could happen in this club. Drinks could get spiked. You could get lost in the crowd. Cassidy could find another girl to dance with.

Or… maybe something amazing would happen.

“Loud, isn’t it?” Cassidy shouted over the music. Someone bumped into you, and you felt his hand on your shoulder just then, as if he meant to protect you from the next person to hit you. His touch was surprisingly cold—but for some reason, you didn’t mind it.

“A little,” you answered at the same volume. He kept his hand on your shoulder until both of you crossed over onto the dance floor, then all of a sudden, the song was ending. Before it could get too quiet, though, a new one began, building slow and steady with low, seductive beats. The vocalist started to sing.

-Touch it, wanna feel you in the darkness-

Had you heard this song before? You weren’t sure, but without thinking, you started to move. Slowly but surely, letting the music seep in through your skin and course through your veins. You were already forgetting about that other guy, about everything else that had been ailing you before going out this evening. There was only here and now, and you might as well enjoy them both.

It was dark in the club, but you could still see Cassidy beside you under the sporadic lights, watching you intently. Despite all the others around you, dancing more noticeably, more skillfully, his eyes were on you and you alone, drinking you in like he had never seen anything so marvelous before. His lip curled back into a fascinated smirk, and he inched closer to you, matching your rhythm with subtle moves of his own.

-Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, oh-oh-oh-oh-

You smiled back, beckoning him.

-Just give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, oh-oh-oh-oh-

He reached you, colorful lights dancing on his pale face, and looked down at you. You realized for the first time just how tall he was; he was long and slender, and you had to crane your neck to meet his gaze. He grinned as his swaying subsided a bit, and you grinned back.

-Wanna feel you moving-

The beat dropped, and all at once, the two of you resumed your dance, moving steadily with the rhythm. You ran your palms up his chest, and his eyes gleamed. His hands found your waist and brought you closer to him, sending a tantalizing shiver up your spine. You smiled coyly and spun around, sliding down his body with your back to him before shimmying up again.

Cassidy let out a low, growling laugh, gripping your hips tighter. You felt his hands wander towards your thighs, tugging at the hem of your dress, and you silently thanked yourself for choosing to wear that tight little number tonight. He spun you back around before yanking you flush against him again, and instinctively, you rolled your body into him, grasping his shoulders.

-Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, oh-oh-oh-oh-

Your heart was racing. What had gotten into you? You’d only just met him, and you were already grinding up on him? You’d barely had two drinks.

Cassidy leaned in, his breath hot on your ear. “Mediocre, eh?” he said with a chuckle. “You’re the best fuckin’ dancer here.”

He pulled back just a little, and for a moment, your eyes met his. Then you were grabbing his face and kissing him.

You weren’t sure at first how he would react, but Cassidy welcomed your kiss like a starved man, inviting you in with teeth and tongue. He moaned into your mouth, arms snaking around your waist and pulling you even closer. Your hands were in his hair as you kissed him back; he was hot and demanding and tasted sharp like whiskey—even blood.

You told yourself that was crazy.

He broke free for just a few seconds to hiss, “Need you, love. Right now.”

His words sent heat rushing between your legs. Fuck—this was all happening so quickly, but you needed him too. But here? Right now? “W-Where?” you asked breathlessly.

“Don’t know,” he muttered, his nose brushing yours. “Don’t care. Let’s just go, sweetheart. Me and you.”

Your heart pounded.

-Wanna see you moving-

The song ended abruptly, but a new song was quickly creeping in, filling the silence with an eerie, ethereal melody. You stared at Cassidy, trying to make a decision as the music grew stronger and louder. Was it wise to go with him? You still barely knew him. Where would the two of you even go? Were you really planning on hooking up with him tonight?

-Dale, dale, sin miedo, que papito sin freno-

You looked him up and down, and felt utterly weak—not even remotely because of the alcohol. God, he was perfect. Exactly how you liked your men; so tall he towered over you, bony and tattooed and completely desperate for you, like a puppy awaiting his next command. You might never get another chance like this again.

Fuck being wise. You wanted him.

You leaned up and said into his ear, “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Cassidy didn’t question you, nor did he hesitate when you took his arm and led him away from the dance floor, guiding him through the throng towards the back of the club. Though adrenaline was pumping through you, you could think clearly, and you knew this club well; there were restrooms in the back, and plenty of hidden spaces where people liked to get hot and heavy. You weren’t exactly proud of it, but you’d had a couple quickies there in the past.

You almost felt guilty that you were about to have another one now; Cassidy seemed like a really nice guy, and you actually wouldn’t mind seeing him more often, but right now, you were too eager to wait and take him back to your apartment, and you knew he was, too.

You took him out of the main club room and down a small flight of stairs to the back hall, where the restrooms lay. It was a little quieter and not nearly as crowded, but there were still clubbers here and there, hanging out and chatting and blowing the occasional puff of vape smoke. Women in short, tight dresses went in and out of the ladies’ room, and one or two gave you and Cassidy an intrigued look. You ignored the loiterers; your sights were set on the single-use restrooms at the end of the hall. There was a ninety-eight percent chance they’d already be occupied, but there was no harm in checking.

By the time you’d reached them, you couldn’t believe your luck. A sweaty-looking young couple was stumbling out of one of the restrooms,  having evidently finished their private business, and the second they were out the door, you were yanking Cassidy inside with you. As soon as the door was shut and locked, he was upon you again.

Cassidy captured your mouth ravenously, his hands at your waist again, running them down your body and under the hem of your dress. His palms slid deftly up your thighs, and you relished his cool touch as he found your panties and tugged on them insistently. “Yeah?” he mumbled into the kiss.

“Yeah,” you murmured back, carding your fingers through his short hair. He wasted no time pulling your panties all the way down, and you clumsily stepped out of them, letting him toss them aside. You could still hear the music from the other room, loud and hypnotic through the thin restroom walls.

-Tu me tienes en altura-

Without breaking the kiss, he started working his pants down, wrenching his cock from his boxers.

-Baby, tu me subes el temperatura-

You managed to catch a glimpse of his ample length, but before you could get a good look, he was hoisting you up and forcing you against one wall of the restroom, your dress rucked up above your hips.

-Yo no quiero perderte, yo no quiero perderte-

Your legs were around his waist in an instant, and you gasped softly into his mouth when you felt his cock brush your inner thigh. Suddenly, Cassidy pulled his head back. “Shit,” he muttered. “Don’t have a condom on me.”

You hesitated for a moment, but you were quickly shaking your head. “It’s okay,” you breathed. “It’s okay. It’s fine.”

“Yeah?” He searched your eyes.

You nodded fervently. “Yeah.” You were on the pill. You were good for tonight, at least. Please. Please. Just give it to me now.

Cassidy held your gaze a heartbeat longer, then in the blink of an eye he was latching his lips onto your neck and pressing his cock into your slick opening. With a few calculated strokes, he was pushing all the way inside.

-A fuego, a fuego, a fuego maquinita a fuego-

The penetration forced a high-pitched wail from your throat, but in seconds, your soaked walls had already adjusted to his length. All the kissing and steamy dancing had done wonders to work you up.

-Yo te quiero dar papi sin miedo, yo te quiero dar papi sin miedo-

Cassidy groaned against your skin and gripped your thighs, keeping you in place as he began to thrust faster. “Jesus, love,” he uttered. “So fuckin’ tight.”

-Dale, dale, dale, dale, yo quiero romperme dale, dale, dale-

You mewled and dug your nails into his back, legs locked around him. “More,” you moaned out. “Fuck. Please.”

Cassidy didn’t need to be told twice. He fucked into you with abandon, like he’d been pent up for a lifetime, bruising your thighs with his grip. “Fuck,” he panted, breathing hard into your neck. “Fuck, you’re bloody perfect.”

You whined shrilly, not caring if anyone outside the restroom could hear you. The music had gotten louder inside the main room, and you were sure almost everyone was too focused on dancing and getting drunk off their asses. Your back hit the wall with every harsh thrust he delivered, but it didn’t hurt; all you could feel was the numbing pleasure of his cock inside you and his hot mouth under your jaw. You felt his teeth graze the skin below your ear, and all of a sudden you wanted him to bite you there, to claim you, to just take you.

“Fuck me,” you cried mindlessly. “Fuck me, fuck me—”

“Jesus,” he grunted. “Keep doin’ that and I’m gonna cum.”

You tightened around him without even meaning to, and the moan he made in response delighted you. Did you want him to cum so soon? How long did you want this to last? This felt like some kind of dream, and you didn’t want to wake up.

-Tu me tienes en altura-

You reached for his face, guiding him back up to kiss you, and once again your tongues were battling for dominance.

-Baby, tu me subes el temperatura-

He bit your lip, and you clenched around him again with another loud moan. You were hot, so hot, but it felt so good.

-Yo no quiero perderte, yo no quiero perderte-

“Cassidy,” you whined into the kiss. He made a pained noise, hips stuttering.

-Quiero verte perreandole contra la pared, la pared-

Cassidy dropped his head, burying his face between your neck and shoulder. He laved his tongue over your soft, sensitive skin, and you raked your nails up the back of his shirt, wanting it off. You wanted to see how far his tattoos went, wanted to touch them all and trace them with your fingers. Fuck, he was like a work of art.

“God, Cass,” you gasped out. “Fuck, you’re s-so—”

Cassidy made a strangled sound. “I gotta—gotta do it now, love. Fuck…”

You could hear your blood rushing in your ears. “Please.”

“Please,” he said, panting. “Let me fill ya, sweetheart, come on—”

“Yeah. C’mon, c’mon.” You couldn’t think of anything you needed more. “Cass, come on, fuck me, cum for me right now—”

Cassidy’s thrusts picked up speed for just a few heartbeats, his cock pistoning into you almost violently, then he let out a long, heavy moan, gripping your thighs harder than ever. He shoved you back against the wall and came, pumping his release so deep inside you you felt it in your belly.

You cried out, taking it all, walls contracting around him as if trying to keep in every drop of cum. He panted into your shoulder, fighting to catch his breath, then after a moment, he carefully lowered you to the floor. Head still spinning, you barely had time to register what was happening before you felt two of his fingers under your dress, circling your clit.

“Don’t think I’m gonna leave you hanging, love,” he said with a smirk. He leaned over you, then slipped one finger inside your drenched pussy.

-Pasó la noche pensándote, paso la noche saciandome-

You let your head fall back against the wall and mewled, legs threatening to buckle as he curled his finger deeper, toying with your g-spot. When his thumb found your clit and began to rub it, you cried louder, unable to handle the onslaught of sensations.

-Quiero verte perreandole contra la pared, la pared-

You were still recovering from his cock splitting you open, and now you were rapidly hurtling towards an orgasm. You didn’t know if he was skilled with his fingers, or you were high on lust, or the way he was touching you was just right, but you were going to cum. Now.

“Cass,” you whimpered. “Please, oh God, please—”

-Pasó la noche pensándote, paso la noche saciandome-

“That’s it, darlin’,” he cooed, his lips on your forehead. “C’mon, just a little more now…”

-Quiero verte perreandole contra la pared, la pared-

Those last coaxing words sent you straight over the edge. You came with a practically earsplitting whine, clamping around his finger as a surge of heat tore through you. Cassidy managed to catch you when your legs gave out and you nearly crumpled to the floor. “Whoa, there,” he said with a slight chuckle. “You alright, love? Didn’t hurt ya, did I?”

Still coming down from your high, all you could do was shake your head numbly. “No,” you mumbled. “That was…” You tried to remember how to speak. “Great. Really great.”

“Yeah?” The look on Cassidy’s face surprised you. Most guys would look triumphant in a moment like this, their ego undoubtedly boosted by your fucked-out state, but he just looked… happy. Even relieved. As though he’d done something right for once, as though he hadn’t let you down.

You hadn’t been expecting that. It perplexed you, but… in an odd way, it also made your post-orgasm heart feel even warmer.

Cassidy smiled, reaching out to stroke your cheek. “Had a grand time too,” he said, a soft glint in his eyes. “Let’s get ya cleaned up, yeah?”

[kate-the1975]

Apple Cider 🍎 🍂 // Matty Healy

A/N: A very VERY late Promptober No.2....I'm sorry 😭.

CW: Slight mature language and some hints of sexual activity, but you'd have to practically shut your eyes to see it xx

WC: 2,179 words

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Amy would be lying if she said she enjoyed the concert. She truly didn't enjoy it as much as she would have if she had never met Matty, especially if he never gave her his phone number.

"AMS! COME ON, LIGHTEN UP! THIS IS YOUR FAVOURITE SONG!" Eve screamed as she grabbed Amy by the shoulders, shaking her vigorously to the beat of Amy's favourite song, Sex.

While Eve practically frolicked around the back of the pit, Amy stood still, bopping her head slightly while being completely transfixed by him.

His curls freely bounced as he shook his head back and forth, the plain white t-shirt hugging his small frame perfectly. He was hot, but also very pretty to her. Beautiful even.

She never heard back from him. She texted the number hours later. She even rang it in desperation to hear him call her love again.

But she got nothing in return. Not even an "Sorry, I'm busy, can't talk right now.". Nothing, she got nothing.

So, while Eve had the time of her life foaming at the mouth over Ross, Amy just felt deflated the entire night.

When the concert was over, and everyone left the Arena in massive groups, some people staying back because they didn't want to even begin comprehending that the night was over, Amy begged Eve if they could stay for just ten more minutes.

"Evie, please. I'm begging you. What if he gets someone to come get me, or he rings me back and then -"

"Ams, please. Let's just go. If he wants to text you back, he will, but let's not hang around here because we will get kicked out if we don't get a move on." Eve gripped onto Amy's right hand, sending her a sympathetic glance when she noticed how disappointed her best friend was.

Amy knew her best friend was right. If he wanted to, he would. He probably already forgot about her, and if that was the case, she doesn't really blame him.

Amy was just some baker with a large enough following in Ireland on social media and getting on with her normal day to day life. Where Matty is a rockstar having number one albums and touring the world, and probably needing or wanting a significant other that was on his level or close enough to it.

"Come on, let's go have a few drinks and get some food. I don't know about you, but I'm fucking hanging for a bag of chips with a shit load of salt and vinegar." Eve completely swerved from the subject of Matty as she pulled Amy by her elbow, linking arms with her as they walked back out into the cold and wet Dublin night.

"I just don't understand why he would even give me his number in the first place if he isn't going to bother dropping me even a short and simple text. What a dick!" Amy whined in dismay.

"Please, Amy Elizabeth Mitchell, I fucking beg of you. Stop talking about hi-."

"Wait! Shut the fuck up for a minute. I think someone's ringing me." Amy's eyes went wide as she searched for her phone that was buzzing in her small green handbag.

Her heart stopped beating for a split second when his name flashed up on the screen, her mind considering letting it ring out to return the favour of him, not answering her text or call.

"If you don't answer it, I will." Eve grabbed the phone out of Amy's hand. One slip of her thumb, and she would've answered the call.

"Hey! Stop! Give me that." With a forceful grab of the phone and accidentally jerking Eve forward with it, Amy retrieved her phone.

"Be normal!" Eve called out as Amy walked to a quieter area outside of the Arena.

"Hello?" She spoke in fake confusion. Pretending like she had no clue who was ringing her.

"Hiya, Amy. It's me, Matty. You doing alright, love?"

There it was. Love. Her new favourite word.

"Ahhh, hello! Me and Eve are just after walking out of the Arena. You guys were fucking amazing!" She looked down at her feet, trying to hide the giddy smile that was appearing across her face.

She felt like a teenager experiencing her first boyfriend.

"You didn't look like you had that much fun." He chuckled. He could see her from the stage because he was actively searching for her.

He looked as far into the seated part of the crowd as he could, but there was no sign of her. So then he turned to the standing area, quickly taking a good look at as many people as he could when the house lights came on at one point by his request.

And there she was, hair curled and perfectly framing her face with a black corset top and a large leather jacket, her tight black leather skirt with fishnets and heeled black leather boots.

She was a goddess.

She was mesmerising.

She was so mesmerising to him that he messed up the lyrics to It's Not Living (If It's Not With You).

"Wait, you could see me?" She gasped in embarrassment and shock, feeling so ashamed for standing there like a statue in a crowd full of feral fans (which she was once upon a time).

"As soon as I spotted you, I couldn't stop looking at you. That mate of yours seemed to have the time of her life, though."

"Don't tell her I said this, but I think she's slightly obsessed with that bassist of yours."

Oh, Eve would kill her if she found out she said such a thing to Matty.

"Well, listen, Ross is a man of his own. Everyone loves Ross."

"She definitely loves Ross. I can tell you that for love nor money."

The two of them giggled and chuckled like teens down the phone. Anyone who would listen to their conversation would think that they were totally in love and in the honeymoon stage.

"Amy, I hope it's not too late, but I'm staying in The Shelbourne Hotel on....is it Grafton Street?"

"No, St. Stephens Green. Close enough, though."

"Ah well. Anyways, would you like to have a drink with me at the hotel bar? If you want, you can bring Eve along with you, if that makes you feel more comfortable?"

For Amy, there was only one simple answer to that.

Yes.

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"Are you sure you'll be okay. You won't have a massive fangirl moment if he kisses you, and then you end up fainting or something like that?" Eve questioned one last time as she gave Amy a cuddle outside the beautiful 5-star hotel.

"I can promise you he won't kiss me. That'd be stupid of him."

"It would be stupid of him to NOT kiss you! Look at you! You are the sexiest and probably most fashionable woman to roam the streets of Dublin tonight! Now, go get your arse in their and make eighteen year old Amy proud."

Eve gave Amy a cheeky tap on her bum as she walked away from her. Leaving Amy nearly breaking out in a rash at the thought of anyone catching her best friend smacking her butt.

The doorman opened the left side of the door for her, giving her a polite smile and wishing her a goodnight.

Amy could only smile back at him and pray in her head that it would be a good night.

Amy had stayed in The Shelbourne Hotel before after getting asked to an event of some sort. She loved it, and it's interior, oh and of course it's history.

She adored history.

It was like something out of a romantic movie.

Meeting the handsome man in a fancy hotel bar, and if you add the rockstar part, it's even more unbelievable and movie like.

The bar, called No.27, was filled with casual elegance. The cocktails nearly sparkled in their glory while the neatly poured and precise pints seemed to be served with style.

Even though the pint of Guinness that the man sitting on one of the navy leather bar stools was drinking looked mouth wateringly appetising, the thing that shined and showed class the most was Matty.

He sat alone at the rectangular and heightened black marble table beside one of four large windows that faced the front of the hotel. His fingers messing with the condensation on the glass of his own pint of Guinness.

The kind woman at the front of house directed Amy to Matty when she pointed at him, the two of them walking towards him instantly catching his eye and snapping him out of his daydream that was about her.

"Hi." He smiled as he got off his chair, placing a hand on her shoulder as he leaned in to give her a kiss on both of her frost bitten cheeks.

"Hiya!" She spoke in a cheerful tone, returning the favour by giving him a gentle kiss on his left cheek.

"Here, let me get that for you." He quickly moved to pull the chair across from him out for Amy to sit on. His mind ran through all the steps he could possibly think of that made him seem like a true gentleman so he could impress her.

"Thank you very much. God, it's a cold one out there, isn't it?" Amy shivered as she took off her jacket. Rubbing her hands together aggressively, praying that the friction would bring heat back into them.

"It really is! Thankfully, it's nice and toasty in here. Oh, and I'm really sorry about earlier. I know it took me a while to reply, and I wasn't ignoring you or anything. I was just really busy getting ready for the show and-"

"Matty, please don't apologise. If anything, I should be apologising for coming off a bit needy. If, and only if you'd really like to make it up to me, you can buy me a pint of cider. Maybe even two." She hinted cheekily. Her eyes glistened with excitement and happiness.

"Cider? Why cider? I would take you more as a cosmopolitan kind of girl, but a cider drinker? No way." Matty teased, lightly kicking her foot under the table.

"Well, don't make assumptions about someone you know nothing about."

"Well, if I get to know you, then I won't have to make any assumptions. Will I, gorgeous?"

Matty lightly brushed her hand from across the table, sending her a quick teasing smile before heading up to the bar to order her a pint of her favourite cider.

The topics of conversation between the two of them were endless. Each of them learned about each others lives, their equal amount of love for music and literature, and Matty was fixated on her love for baking and how passionate she was about it.

He was completely drawn to the way she'd sit up straighter when she spoke about her job, or spoke about how her grandmother used to make apple tart every Sunday for dessert, or how it's basically therapy for her and she feels content and free of everyone and everything when she's in the kitchen.

"Actually, now that you've mentioned the whole baking on social media thing. I have a confession." Matty's cheeks ballooned slightly as he held in a laugh while thinking about George's excitement when the two of them finally found Amy's instagram and tiktok account.

"Oh god, go on. Spit it out." Amy cringed and tensed up in fear as to what he might say.

"George and Charli, his girlfriend, are fucking obsessed with your baking videos. He had a proper fangirl moment when he found out who you were."

"Wait! George Daniel and Charli XCX know who the fuck I am!?" Amy nearly spat out her cider all over Matty, her jaw dropping at what he'd just said.

"I'm being serious! The two of them were on the phone absolutely delighted with life. They're gonna love you when they meet you."

"When they meet me? Who said they'd ever meet me, Healy?" Amy held eye contact with him as she took another sip of her cider with a smirk on her face.

Her heart fluttering and an area further down south fluttering at his words.

"I guess I was just being a man and assuming that you'd like to keep in contact. Sorry about that." Matty stumbled on his words while trying to back track what he'd said. He was worried that maybe what he thought was a date wasn't anywhere near a date in her own head.

If only he could read her mind.

"You assumed correctly, Matty. I'd love to stay in contact with you more than anything. Might be a bit difficult, but I think that we should give it a go. See what happens, you know?" Her cheeks flushed as she felt a wave of confidence wash over her, leaning over the table to interlock their hands together.

Matty's calloused thumbs automatically tracing circles over her knuckles.

"How about I order us both another cider, and maybe we could take it up to my room. Just an idea, though." He spoke lowly as he himself leaned closer to her, their faces now only inches apart.

"You know what. I'll cheers to that idea, Healy."

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Boycott!

I heard my mom and my cousin talking about Russia… Just something I'm talking about, more scared of Poland being attacked than of people dying in Ukraine (Same for Israel and it sucks), just the reason why I hate this bogeyman of Russia attacking Poland because, as usual, he turns his eyes away from what is actually happening, and people focus on fear, which in practice makes no sense…

It's just that the text about "Russia's attack on Poland" turns our eyes away from the fact that people are dying and I hate it, yes, because I'm not afraid of Putin and his "Attack" on Poland, I'm fucking afraid for the lives of fucking people, which is something we should Don't worry about fucking worrying right now, not about something that isn't fucking happening, because Putin can't fucking live with NATO

This is how the right wing directs citizens in this country, scaring them and turning their eyes away from what should actually come first, and often spreading false information, because that's the only way to control the people and make them do what you want, and everyone who doesn't do it they are abnormal, or "Enemies of Poland"

And I was even more disgusted by Harris's text, because it was fucking disgusting, using Putin as a scare makes all Putin's crimes less important and I fucking hate it, let's fucking deal with the victims of war and genocide, NOT A FUCKING IMAGINED SCENARIO WHAT WILL NOT HAPPEN OF MANY FUCKING REASONS

I'm tired of the texts about Putin attacking Poland because they diminish what THE FUCK THIS MAN IS DOING IN UKRAINE

If the only way you can convey that a person is evil is by saying that he will attack your country, then you are doing it fucking wrong, we all know that Israel is evil because it murders civilians and commits crimes, not because, for example, it will attack the USA

Anyway, Israel shot up a Russian air base in Syria, and I'm fucking worried about what effect it will have on Ukraine, but no, it's better to talk about Russia's alleged attack on Poland, because it's fucking appropriate in this situation

I'm just fed up with the fact that, as usual, people prefer to think about their privilege rather than what the people who lost it have to fucking endure

Now that I have your attention:

[elderberries-and-honey]

Hello! As I explained in this post here, I am discontinuing the prequel series for a number of reasons. The main one simply being I lost the muse for it.

I do want to make it clear that reading the prequel isn't totally necessary to understand what's going on. However, there are some important pieces of information that I wanted to be able to explain and provide insight on and I'll be doing that in a summary.

If you're a new reader who's finding this later down the road, or you missed those posts, you can still view them under this tag here but they will be removed from the main story.

This summary is taken directly from my "cliffnotes" so to speak but it is implied that after this scene, this is all the information that Winifred provided to Lawrence on their boat ride from Ireland to Wales.

Without further ado, here it is in all it's unfinished glory below the cut.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 (𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬)

Winter, 1867

⋆ ˚｡ We are introduced to Winifred's mother, Alice Bloomsburg, who is out at a Christmas festival in London with her governess, Beatrice Brown, whom she considers a friend but also annoying chaperone.

⋆ ˚｡ Later in the evening, we see that Alice and Beatrice have missed their train back to Westminster and take shelter from the snow storm inside a pub. Here, Alice meets a man who introduces himself as Victor Calhoun, who is to become Winifred's father.

Spring, 1868

⋆ ˚｡ A few months have passed since the festival and it's implied that Alice & Victor are still seeing each other in secret. While helping her comb through her hair, Alice visibly has something on her mind and Beatrice mentions not having seen her at breakfast.

⋆ ˚｡ Alice makes a comment about feeling as though she has no say over her life or what is to become of it, to which Beatrice delivers the line, "seldom is life fair for women anywhere".

⋆ ˚｡ Alice, her mother, Ada, and Beatrice are off at a fitting for Alice's debutante ball. During the fitting, Ada makes a comment about Alice's weight & this causes Alice to make a snide comment to the seamstress about her mother not caring about her or her feelings. When Ada dismisses everyone except Alice and now in private, she clues her in on the fact that she knows what she's been up to behind her back and her family will not tolerate such a scandal. Ada instructs Alice to "get rid of it", implying she knows that Alice is pregnant.

Summer, 1868

⋆ ˚｡ Alice has since run away from home to live her life with Victor. We see that Victor has his own estate but overtime, it's implied that he is close to financial ruin after a few risky business investments and if he continues to lose money, he will live a life of poverty by the end of the decade.

⋆ ˚｡ Victor begins working "away from home" a lot and Alice overhears a conversation late at night from the servants quarters discussing if "she" (meaning Alice) suspects he's seeing other women behind her back. One of them implies that his only interest in her was monetary and was not out of love at all. 

⋆ ˚｡ While in bed one night, after thinking about what she overheard, Alice asks Victor why he hasn't proposed yet to which Victor says he's waiting 'for the right time'. Unsatisfied with his answer, she begins following him in secret when he's away from home, and she finds out that he has been committing acts of infidelity behind her back.

Winter, 1869

⋆ ˚｡ Alice makes her way back to the Bloomsburg Estate where she finds her mother has gone out for the evening. Instead, she encounters her father, Herbert, her brother, Tommy, and Beatrice. They inform her that even though it's against their wishes they can't allow her to come back home. Alice is in shambles, devastated and very pregnant by this point (about a month away from her due date).

⋆ ˚｡ Beatrice tells Alice to travel to BLANK, an English countryside village, and find her old classmate Mrs. Antilly who she promises will take care of her during the birthing process.

⋆ ˚｡ Alice finds Mrs. Antilly who hides her away in an old barn where Alice gives birth to Winifred on February 13th, 1869.

⋆ ˚｡ After Winifred is born, Alice takes her newborn baby and moves into a workhouse in Whitechapel. It's here that we see her abandon the last name Bloomsburg, instead giving the last name, Monet.

Autumn, 1877

⋆ ˚｡ Winifred is now eight years old and she and Alice are still living in the workhouse. Alice is gone for long hours out of the day working while Winifred helps out in the kitchen with the other children. It's clear the other children don't take to Winifred very kindly and she is a 'misfit' of sorts. At least until she meets her best friend, Millie Thomas.

⋆ ˚｡ We follow Alice to work. She is dressed in quite provocative clothing indicating she has become a prostitute in order to be able to provide for herself and her daughter. We see that a frequent customer has figured out Alice's real identity and blackmails her with the information. Forced to protect herself and her daughter, she must leave Winifred at the workhouse and go live with the man.

⋆ ˚｡ Alice informs Winifred that she must leave her but not without a proper goodbye. She gifts her a kitten, Honey, who quickly becomes Winifred's companion and matching necklaces. She promises that even if she can't write back that she will read every letter Winifred sends.

Summer, 1882

⋆ ˚｡ Now at thirteen, Winifred has taken to working in the hot kitchen full-time, and has dreams of becoming a published author one day. Despite how "mature" she is for her age, Millie's mother looks after as much as she can and Millie & Winifred are still thick as thieves.

Winter, 1885

⋆ ˚｡ Winifred and Millie are lounging around the workhouse one day, discussing what they want for their future and if they think they'll ever get married someday. Winifred tells Millie she isn't sure she ever wants to and she and Millie exchange dialogue about how strange it would be to even kiss a boy much less marry one.

⋆ ˚｡ A little timid, Millie asks Winifred if they should practice kissing with each other so that they'll be ready if they change their minds. The girls exchange an innocent kiss on the hardwood floor of the workhouse and giggle afterwards. However, the kiss means something very different to Millie than it does to Winifred.

Spring, 1889

⋆ ˚｡ Winifred has now moved into her own apartment in a less poverty stricken part of London. She seems to be doing quite well and has even gotten a second cat to celebrate who she named Thistle.

⋆ ˚｡ Winifred and Lawrence meet at a local tailor's shop and the two seem smitten by each other immediately. They begin writing each other letters back and forth and soon, Lawrence asks her on a proper date.

⋆ ˚｡ Millie is helping Winifred get ready for her date with Lawrence, brushing her hair and helping her tie her corset. While she reaches the last hole in the corset, Millie leans forward and kisses Winifred's neck, to which Winifred tells her to stop. Millie, uncomfortable and embarrassed, apologizes and says she's always loved Winifred. Winifred tries to explain gently that she doesn't feel the same way and that if Lawrence asked for her hand in marriage she would say yes.

⋆ ˚｡ Heartbroken, ashamed and a mix of other emotions, Millie tells her she's dumb for thinking a man will fix all her problems and her mother would be ashamed. Extremely hurt, Winifred commands that Millie leave and both girls are seen crying.

Autumn, 1890

⋆ ˚｡ While promenading around the park, Lawrence gets down on one knee and asks Winifred to marry him to which Winifred happily replies, yes, of course.

⋆ ˚｡ Winifred writes a letter to her mother and Millie explaining that she's leaving. It's implied that the letter she writes to her mother is the letter that begins our legacy here.

[skarlitt]

New Intro Post + My Story

Hello and welcome to my little corner of Helpol Tumblr! I felt very fortunate to have grabbed this URL (yes that's how I actually spell my name!) and decided to dedicate this blog to my spiritual journey! Story is under the cut!

My craft name in the pagan community is Skarlitt Rhoze, and I'm continuing to use that here as I move into Hellenic Polytheism.

~My Past In Witchcraft~

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I am a blood witch, my family and craft originating in Ireland but now living in Canada. I spent my childhood learning spell work, reading my own tarot cards and palms, and charming my own talismans. In December 2017, as Saturn entered Capricorn on the New Moon, I had my first lucid dream in which I met my spirit guides and was fully initiated into my own solitary craft. Despite my ancestry, I no longer partake in witchcraft in any covens or groups- I always work alone now. (But that said, I still love to talk about my experiences and help out fellow witches 😊)

~ My Start With Hellenismos ~

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I didn't find HelPol myself- I truly believe it found me. It was only this summer (2024) that I was called to Lord Dionysus. So I did some VERY rough research on how to connect with a god (I've never reached out to a known deity before this, just stuck with ancestors and spirit guides), and made him an offering for the first time.

Later that evening, I received a message from some old school friends (haven't spoken to in 2+ years) who asked if I would meet them at a bar to hang out. I don't know how I didn't make the Dionysus connection right away, but I realized it the day after that it might have been him who helped me rekindle an old connection.

I was so shocked at this. Witchcraft always worked for me, but never in such a fast and obvious way. It's only been about 3 months since this happened, and since then, I've received so many more amazing signs and blessings from the gods. So of course...I dove right into Hellenism because I knew deep down this was meant for me. I still don't understand why the gods are choosing to reach out and help me, but I'm more than happy to embark on the journey to find out why!

More info here...

- I am happy with any pronouns!

- I was born under the dark Moon on the spring equinox. Aries sun, Cancer moon :)

- Currently worshipping Dionysus, Hermes, and Aphrodite

- Hoping to reach out to Apollo and Persephone!

- First-year college student, studying Communications with a minor in Music (thank you Hermes!)

- Not super active all the time, though I try as much as I can! I'm super busy studying like 24/7 haha

[prinnamon]

We're getting THERE! (Reached 61% of our Goal!!!) Hello. I hope all is well. This is Mahmoud Khalaf from Gaza, now studying in Ireland.I am campaigning to evacuate my family from Gaza and reunite with them in Ireland. My campaign was vetted by el shab Hussein and nabulsi #151 on the Vetted Gaza Fundraisers List as you can see in my recent post. My recent post is titled "From the Comfort of Ireland, Watching the Suffering and Starvation of My Family in Gaza" Could you please do me and my family a huge favor and reblog my post and help in boosting our campaign? https://www.tumblr.com/supportgaza/765503063942463488/from-the-comfort-of-ireland-watching-the?source=share

yes, i'll reblog your latest post!

to everyone else: Mahmoud's campaign is indeed #151 on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's master list of verified fundraisers! furthermore, Mahmoud has reached out to me several times and has been doing really important work writing about conditions in Gaza over the course of the past several months and promoting his student Sarah's campaign.

it would make me really happy if folks could help Mahmoud reach the €55,000 goal to evacuate family members who are still in Gaza. if you can't donate right now, consider turning on notifications for Mahmoud's blog and sharing Mahmoud's new posts when they come out. like i said, this person's doing important work documenting what's going on, and since neither Mahmoud nor Sarah have met their campaign goals, they need all the traction they can get.

link to Mahmoud's gofundme page: https://www.gofundme.com/f/death-chases-my-family-in-gaza-help-me-save-them

the fundraiser is currently at €33,668, which is great, but there is still a long way to go to reach €55,000!

[denimbex1986]

'Saving Kylie Minogue from a bridge was not in Colum Sanson-Regan's plans when he turned up as a Doctor Who extra.

But David Tennant was not around, so someone had to do it, and producers thought Colum looked like the doctor.

"I've saved Kylie, flown the Tardis, held the screwdriver and had Billie Piper look deep into my eyes and tell me how much she loved me," joked Colum.

"I asked the producer 'Why am I putting on the doctor's suit? They replied 'Well, David Tennant isn't in'.

Now a father of two, Colum was earning some extra cash before his first child was born.

"I didn't know what was going on," recalled Colum of when he arrived on the set but was ushered past the "cold bus" where the extras usually hang around and was shown to a posh trailer.

The 10th Doctor had to leave the set for the 2007 Christmas special Voyage of the Damned, and producers needed a Tennant-alike for some extra shots showing his back.

So they improvised and Colum, then 31, stepped in to the suit synonymous with the Doctor since the world's longest running sci-fi TV show rebooted on the BBC in 2005.

Colum, now 46, had been asked by producers to be on set early but he had no inkling that his time (lord) had come.

"All of a sudden I was standing with the suit there, and I was handed a script and told 'You're gonna need this'," recalled Colum. "I was thinking pinch me, what's going on?

"Then I went for a haircut and a little Australian lady passed me dressed in a French maid outfit and said hello. I did a double take and realised I was there with Kylie Minogue."

The Australian singer and actor was a Doctor Who superfan and had asked for a part, which was humanoid waitress Astrid Peth, a one-off companion of the doctor.

"I was a bit star struck, for sure," he admitted.

His first work in Voyage of the Damned - where a starship replica of the Titanic is on collision course with Earth - was an action-packed scene where killer robot angels launched a deadly attack.

"There was a bridge, and the killer robot angels were trying to shoot, so I had to stop Kylie from falling over," recalled Colum.

"I had to hang on to her and pull her back from a precipice. That was the first thing I had to do in the morning."

The author and musician had a gig with his band that weekend in Leicester. As Kylie almost sang, he couldn't get it out of his head that he had worked with her - and we should all be so lucky.

"We got in the car and I said to my bandmates, guess who I've been working with this week?" said Colum, who lives near Cardiff.

"We'd been driving for almost two hours and had nearly hit Birmingham and they still hadn't guessed. I had to tell them! They're like 'absolutely no way'. It was so bizarre."

To Colum's pleasant surprise, producers were so happy with his work and lookalike skills, they asked him to play the Doctor again in the 2008 episode Journey's End - this time as his clone in the final episode of the fourth series.

That meant he had to be in the same scenes with Tennant, Billie Piper, John Barrowman and Catherine Tate, making her final appearance as a regular.

"I got to fly the Tardis in Journey's End," recalled Colum, who is originally from the Republic of Ireland.

"Everybody was gathered around the central console of the Tardis. We all had to have our hands on the machine and flying controls. Everybody was on that episode. There was a real buzz.

"I got to hold the screwdriver - they were very protective and kept taking it off me."

Colum was then involved in an emotional scene where Rose Tyler, played by Piper, had to say her final goodbyes to the doctor.

"It was an amazing and surreal experience.

"The nicest thing I have to take away was getting to work near David Tennant. I loved it. He was a thoroughly lovely, lovely guy and so professional. I think that was my favourite thing about the whole crazy time."

This weekend sees Tennant and Tate back together for Doctor Who, reprising their roles as the Doctor and Donna Noble in The Star Beast on BBC One on Saturday evening - but Colum will be back on his sofa with his family at home.

Husband to Kerry, singer and guitarist of band Goose, a creative writing lecturer and author of books like The Fly Guy, The Tall Owl and Other Stories, Colum has limited time for more extra work - especially after having his own trailer as the doctor's double.

"I'm looking forward to the show on Saturday with the return of some fantastic actors," added Colum.

"As a fan, working on the show was incredible and it's only strengthened my love for Doctor Who."'