#missus morality

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"Missus Morality" by bar italia

MG:

I’d like to posit that what I’ll call “good old fashioned indie” is now a form of classic rock, and if we wanted to, we could think about Bar Italia as the sort of Greta Van Fleet to, like, Sonic Youth’s Led Zeppelin, but I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t be so cynical about it, even if that would provide the coolly disaffected trio behind “Missus Morality” some kind of perverse kick. This band clearly gets off on being dismissed, diminished, and misunderstood, that’s why they do dumb stuff like pretend not to know they’re named after a Pulp song or give ironic pull quotes that they insist are sincere. I don’t know if I believe they’re really so unbothered by everything dogging them (they do have a dedicated cult following, particularly here in the USA, which I’m sure does much to take the edge off) but I love the performance of dead-eyed, uncaring sophistication. “Missus Morality” is a send up to the wiry, autumnal guitars of Modest Mouse and the Euro-chic vocals of Laetitia Sadier and it wrenches tears from a stone even if we’re all too effete for something as pedestrian as human emotion.

DV:

Personally I feel extremely negative about the current classic rock revival, but I can't deny that there's some appeal to seeing the cycle repeat itself from the last time around, down to the dumb band names and the obvious influences. bar italia bring some shoegaze to the mix, which is weirdly enjoyable in the way it teaches me that I am actually interested in listening to shoegaze in 2023. I can hear Souvlaki-era Slowdive in their guitar tone, if not the vocals, a trace of the true self remaining and remade. Irony has never really died, where rock is concerned, but every few years someone finds a new way to sell it - postmodernism or pastiche or disaffection or whatever, and endless rebirth of the push to sincerity's pull. Maybe everything's just a pose, but what's wrong with that?

[warnersister]

How the peaky boys react when dating a girl with a praise kink (nsfw) -> headcannon

Goes without saying, nsfw warning

Find the request here, sorry it took so long

Tommy🪖

🪖Tommy had you figured out before you’d figured yourself out.

🪖He knew what was going on in your head before your did.

🪖You were working late one Friday at the Garrison, of course many working men joyously engaging in Friday night drinking and drunkenness while their wives whittled wistfully back home.

🪖You weren’t expecting the Blinders tonight, but of course you’d always find room for the Peaky boys in this establishment, regardless if you were chocker with customers that the bar didn’t really have the capacity for. The door chimed and you spun, peering to see if you had the numbers to accommodate the x amount of customers you had walking through your door.

🪖”Evening boys, meeting or drinks?” You ask, readying yourself to go clean the business Roman that was wordlessly their property. “Just drinks tonight, love” Tommy answered with a small smile and you nod, placing your hands on your hips; balled into fists while you ponder around to find their empty table.

🪖You notice a table of rowdy youngsters occupying the usual Shelby spot and you narrow your eyes at them, internally questioning if you had the inner morals to boot paying customers out of their seats.

🪖”Be a good girl and get us a booth please, sweetheart” Tommy asks, well instructs, as he lights up another cigarette.

🪖He noticed the way your eyes darkened at his request and your lips parted slightly. You nodded. “Of course Tommy, give me a moment lads” you say, heading to the young gentleman to ask them to either head to the open seats at the bar or get gone.

🪖"hiya lads, sorry to bother.” You say as you approach the lot who look at you in question “but I’m afraid we need this booth, happy to serve you up at the bar or I’m sure another will open soon” you wince, apologetically. One scoffs. “Why should we? We’re paying customers?” He asks, beginning to instigate somewhat of an issue, when Tommy swoops in “I believe she asked you nicely” he grunts, and it was almost awe-strucking watching how fast the boys scampered out the door with mediocre apologies.

🪖Thomas wanted to test his small hypothesis again, placing a gentle hand on your lower back “such a good lass to your old Tom, aren’t you?” He hums and he watches as your jaw slackens and you swallow on your own saliva, beginning to stumble around a response. “My pleasure, Tom”

🪖And then a few months later, when he’d taken you out a couple of times you were more widely known as Tommy’s girl than you were your own name.

🪖It was again a Friday evening, usual crowd shuffling to their places and so were the boys.

🪖“evening boys” you smile, handing an older man his shandy as he makes his way back to his missus who was still sipping on her gin.

🪖“evening sweetheart” Tommy smiles, leaning across the bar to peck your lips as the rest of the boys head to their normal spot.

🪖business as usual

🪖you begin pouring their beers automatically, following Tommy to the table with umpteen pints and of course an apple juice for John, whom you’d cut off from alcohol.

🪖“good girl” Tommy applauds as you hand them their drinks, quiet enough that the rest of his rough crowd didn’t hear but loud enough for you to become unsteady on your feet.

🪖you didn’t know when you’d agreed to go home with Tommy. You don’t even remember locking the door to the Garrison. But now he had you buried deep beneath him as he rutted into you and there was nothing you really cared about more right now. If there was a problem you can deal with it when you were finished.

🪖he was trying to coax it out of you. Trying to coax out the fact that you revelled in it when he praised you. And it got him off to see that when other blokes such as Harry called you a ‘good lass’ for a decent shift, you didn’t bat an eyelid.

🪖“Come on love, got one more in you haven’t you?” You shook your head at his question, almost hoping that he’d let you rest after your third. “C’mon sweetheart, don’t you want to be a good girl for your Tommy?” He asks and you nod up at him through dazed eyes. “Hmm?” He asks, holding your jaw still with one hand while the other held him up above you. “Please. Please Tommy. Wanna be good for you” you mumble out, and he smirks - rutting into you at yet again, another relentless pace.

🪖”that’s it. Such a good girl f’me. So so good” he praises as your moans progressively get louder as you mewl beneath him.

🪖and eventually, when you’d both calmed down, he looked at you and smirked “good girl aren’t you?”

🪖”shut up Tom.”

Alfie🧸

🧸Eats that shit up, no crumbs, licks the plate clean.

🧸already kind of babies you, he doesn’t mean too. You’re a few years his younger and as your husband he sees it as his job to protect and provide for you while doting and taking care of you like any good man should.

🧸then one night he comes home a bit late from the bakery, readying to apologise when he’d noticed you’d just finished cooking dinner. “Well here I was all soppy and ready to apologise to you, yeah. And no, my good little girls just gone and made dinner!” He says, almost chuffed. You giggle and plate up the food, sitting across from him as he begins to eat.

🧸”what ‘y doing over there, then?” He scoffs “c’mere.” He instructs as you move to sit in his lap and he relishes in the meal you’d prepared “you’re so good to your old man, aren’t you?” He hums “so so good” he exclaims, only trying to show his appreciation but he noticed your pupils dilate at his words. He brushes it off, nothing major.

🧸later in the evening his sciatica was playing up so you wordlessly left the room to go draw him a bath with some new salts you’d bought from your elderly neighbour whom your husband refused to speak to on account of her being ‘a witch’ as he said.

🧸”oh you are a good’un aren’t you, poppet?” He hums, as he enters the room, allowing you to help him undress and get into the bath, afterwards preparing to make your leave and get him some medicine from the cupboard downstairs.

🧸”and where do you think you’re going?“ he questions, and you raise a brow “to get you some medicine” “I need no such thing. Now get in here w’me.” He grunts and you do as he says, never one to turn down a good relaxing soak in the bath with your husband.

🧸”there you are, good girl aren’t you? Always listening to your old man. What did I do to deserve you. So perfect” he rambled, and doesn’t notice the ever hazing glint in your eye and when he finally looks down at you he narrows his eyes and finally realised what that look was.

🧸his praises got you going.

🧸”tell y’what would make y’old man feel so much better,” he hums and you cock your head ready to help his pain ease “if you be a good girl f’me and give us a distraction” he suggests and you see the smirk unveiling under his beard, as he reaches for your thigh to pull you over his lap and to settle atop of him. “Seeing as you asked so nicely” you mumbled into his shoulder, as you began to rock against him.

🧸”there you go, there’s a good girl” he says as you come undone on top of him and collapse onto his chest, stroking your back gently with one hand and holding you close with the other. “Y’want to move, poppet he asks?” And you shake your head, eyes closed as you recover.

🧸 as soon as his sciatica pain eases up, he was going to abuse that little trick as often as he could.

Arthur🍺

🍺poor baby needs just as much praise as you do. Thinks he’s a shitty partner

🍺but god when he found out it was like finding the fucking Magna Carta.

🍺it was his ticket out of everything. Came home drunk? “I’m so sorry, you’re so good for putting up with me” In a fight? “you’re such a good wife for patching me up” literally anything you’re not agreeing on? “Oh my good girl”

🍺he’d found out when you were already buried beneath his, mewling as he took out his frustrations on you rather than the man he was originally destined to kill that day.

🍺”y’better feel good about y’self.” He grunts “man’s life was saved cause of you, you and this fucking insatiability.” He thrusts and you groan “please” you number “hmm? Feel good? Little saint you are, fuckin’ angel. Stopped me killin’ a man. Wanna get me into heaven do y’angel? Huh? That’s where you’re sending me?” He asks and you groan louder.

🍺”yeah, cause you’re such a good girl aren’t you?” And that’s when you let out the most gluteal pornographic moan that almost stopped his movements, instead it pushes the throttle and sends the both of you over the edge.

🍺”god Id’ve spared hundreds of men if it meant I got to hear that from you”

John🥃

🥃The Shelby family were enjoying an afternoon at the Garrison. Given, it was incredibly backed with gang members and people dissimilar; still the atmosphere was was light and full of laughter.

🥃you’d volunteered for the Saturday shift seeing as Harry needed extra help nowadays seeing as the customer numbers were ever growing.

🥃John was flirting with you, as ever. While you just rolled your eyes at his antics and offered him another drink.

🥃”blimey, I need to drop drinkin’ the hard stuff. I’m seeing an angel!” John feigned surprise, as he took his cap off his head to greet you, plopping it onto your own as he leaned in to kiss your cheek sweetly. “And I’m seeing a man who’s had one too many. I’m cutting you off” you warn, wagging a finger at him. “Well I do like a lady who takes care of her man” he smirks, but was cut off by a voice that altered the atmosphere in the bar.

🥃”I am looking for Thomas Shelby” the voice announced, and you felt uneasy; John’s face darkened as he clearly recognised the man who was a stranger to yourself. You look to the rest of his family who have a similar stature to him on their faces.

🥃”get behind the bar flower” John mumbles to you calmly, “that’s a good girl. Stay down there, sweetheart” he coos as you duck your head out of sight and into the small crawl space under the kegs.

🥃As the conversation continued, John looks over the counter to you discreetly. And your large doe eyes look back, and he could see the trust in them. He leans his hip against the oak bar edge, holding his hand over and motions for you to give him your own. You thread your hand with his, and he strokes the back of your knuckled gently; giving it a squeeze as Harry instructs them to take this out of his pub.

🥃John gives you one last reassuring squeeze of the hand before grabbing an empty beer bottle and heading out the door with his brothers. A few minutes, a couple of shouts and a gun shot the three walked back in as if nothing had happened.

🥃John leans over the bar “y’alright now, good lass” he says as you peer back up and get back up from your seat on the bar. He rests his arms against the wood and grins at you. “Let y’old John reward you f’ being such a good girl, hm?” He raises a brow and honestly expects nothing from his advance.

🥃you look at the clock on the wall and decide Harry could fend for himself for a while. You look at John and wet your lips, leaning down and grabbing his collar to bring him closer to you. “Meet me in the back”

🥃He jumped over the bar.

Bonnie🥊

🥊revels in it without really meaning too.

🥊also uses it to his advantage. He doesn’t mean it, honest.

🥊you were knelt in front of him, sitting back to rest on your ankles as you wrapped his hands for his fight. “You’re so good t’me, thank you angel” he thanks, stroking your jaw with his thumb.

🥊he knew what he was doing to you. Trying to get in your head.

🥊since he’d fallen hard and fast he’d decided that you were it for him. You were his and he was yours and nothing else. Especially when you agreed to live out his gypsy fantasies with him and give up the traditional home you were so accustomed too.

🥊and he was convinced you’d make the best mum.

🥊so this little praise obsession of yours was the perfect way to sway you onto his wavelength.

🥊”you’re gonna be great tonight, Bon” you say, smiling at him comfortingly. “M nervous” he mumbles and you shake your head, holding his hands in yours “it’s gonna be fine, just go out there and do your best. I’ll always be proud of you.” You say and he seems to settle slightly. “Y’d be such a good mother, darling” he tells you, moving some loose hair out of your face and behind your ear.

🥊he notices a slight blush on your cheeks, and decides to pry. “BONNIE; TIME!” His dad shouts through the door and you tap his leg, standing up to give him his good luck kiss. Instead, he slowly walks you back until your back hits the wall, two wrapped hands caging you.

🥊 “hmm, would’y like tha’? A mammy?” He asks and you stare up at him with dazed yet wide eyes. “Oh you’d be such a good mammy. So caring, so sweet. Y’so good t’me imagine how good y’d be to a young’un.” He hums, resting one hand on your waist. “So, so good” he bumps his nose with yours. “Then I’d marry y’a.” He continues “be a good wife too. The best. Such a good girl” he coos and you audibly whine and he smiles.

🥊”y’d like that? Gonna let me make y’a mammy?” He hums, ghosting his lips over yours “BONNIE!” His dad reiterates and Bonnie huffs. “Y’can do whatever Y’want to do to me, bon” you reply hazily and he smiles as you lean up to kiss him deeply, pulling away to lean your forehead on his, hands cradling his face. “After your fight.” You nod and he raises his brows “promise?” You smile back “promise.”

🥊fastest knockout he’d ever done.

Isaiah♟️

♟️uses it against you. Purposefully

♟️defo teases you for it

♟️you’d be at the garrison, having gone accompanying your twin brother Finn and expecting to see your boyfriend there eventually when you weren’t in your usual spot at home.

♟️he’d turned up around half and hour after you had, only looking to get a drink defo not looking for you.

♟️he sees you at the bar, yet by your side was some bloke he didn’t recognise. Some six foot slime ball with his hair slicked back so far it looked like it created a permanent surprised upkeep on his eyebrows. His suit was brand new, Isaiah assumed the tag was still tucked into a pocket somewhere for him to return and scrounge in the morning.

♟️and why were you talking back?

♟️you were drinking something dark, presumably the alcohol Isaiah preferred for you not to have.

♟️had he bought it you?

♟️Isaiah stormed his way over, fully prepared to lay out the man talking to you and throw you over his shoulder and lead you straight out of the pub; but the conversation you were having with the boy stopped you.

♟️”what d’y say love, wanna get out of here?” He asked “and for the fifth time. No. My husband will be here any minute. He’s a blinder y’know?” You scoff “well he ain’t here now, is he?” He asked you when Isaiah sweeper in and pressed his gun to the man’s temple “isn’t he?” He asked, cocking it as the man before you swallowed and visibly began to sweat.

♟️”I suggest you take yourself out of this pub, out of Birmingham and fucking away from my woman.” He grunts, and the man immediately scampers. Then Isaiah looks to you, and the relief decorating your face is immediately apparent.

♟️”oh Isaiah I’m so sorry I tried to get rid of him-” you begin and then your boy begins to smile “your husband?” He asked, raising a brow cockily and you begin to rock back onto your heels “just wanted to get rid of him” you mumble, and he wraps hands around your waist and settles them on the small of your back.

♟️”you’re so good to me, aren’t you doll?” He asks, smirk growing “rejecting other men f’me?” He hums and you nod “y’know good girls get rewarded, don’t you?”

♟️or when you’re not behaving as he’d want you too.

♟️”where d’y think you’re going?“ he asks as you open the door.

♟️”Ada invited me for drinks” “y’not going, not safe. Not w’them Italians crawling round” he instructs, expecting you to shrug off your coat and come join him in the lounge. He turns but hears the door click shut. And when he’d looked, you were gone.

♟️he was fucking fuming, livid, murderous.

♟️and when you’d shown back home at 2 in the morning, hiccuping, he was already stood at the door with his arms crossed.

♟️you smiled “hi Isaiah” you giggled, but he didn’t say anything as he walked you backwards and your back hit the wall. “In what fucking world does a woman not listen to her man?” He asked and you were immediately silenced. “Hmm?” He asks “why did you think you could just go out without me, you know how dangerous it is” he says “well-” “good girls don’t disobey their men, d’they princess” and he noticed how you cowered and sunk into your shell.

♟️he threw you over his shoulder and carried you up the stairs, rutting into you in the bedroom more times than you could count telling you how disappointed in you he was and every time you were close to release, he’d stop and tell you why you didn’t deserve it.

♟️he loved torturing you.

Michael🎱

🎱so belittling with it.

🎱loves to use it against you whenever he can because it always means that he wins

🎱the first time he’d sussed this little predicament of yours out was when you were entertaining him while his brother dealt business with your father deep within the Cotswolds.

🎱you’d served him tea and polite conversation, talking about your purity and how much he idolised you.

🎱”and you’ve no husband?” He asked and he placed his cup on his saucer you and you straightened your posture before responding “no, no husband” you confirm and he is forced to stifle his smirk “well you’d make the perfect wife” he tells you and he notices how you swallow harshly “well that comes appreciated, mister gray” you reply and he narrows his eyes.

🎱and then when you were married and doting on him, he’d always remind you of how he impacted you.

🎱he knew just how to get to you. “Dear, go be a good girl and fix me a drink” and you’d do so. “I’ve got to go to London for the week. Be a good lass and don’t leave the house” and you wouldn’t.

🎱and sometimes he’d take you to family meetings. Personally believing that the women shouldn’t really be at these meetings. But a quick slap to the head from his mother soon sorted him out.

🎱and then he walked in on John shamelessly flirting with you, and he knew full well you weren’t meaningfully engaging with his cousin, it’s what you were taught to do from a young age. But still, you were engaging.

🎱”flirting with my woman, John?” Michael grunted, entering the room to which the former rolled his eyes “just showing her what a real man could give her” he winked at you before swaggering out of the room. “Why did you entertain him?” “I didn’t-” “thought you’d promised to be a good girl for me tonight?” And that shut you right up. The desire to be praised overpowering all.

🎱 “how ‘bout you make it up to me tonight, sweetheart?”

Finn🎞️

🎞️for his whole life, Finn has always been overshadowed by his older brothers. So being able to have so much control over you was so addictively intoxicating that he just loved to abuse his power.

🎞️and he’s at that age in his early twenties when his hormones are heightened and all he wants to do is act like a rabbit in a hutch during mating season.

🎞️and sometimes you weren’t up for it.

🎞️not until he figured you out.

🎞️he’d had you going for three rounds. Overwhelmed from how his brothers had been belittling him all day during business meetings and finally finding a vector to take it out on.

🎞️you’d come undone beneath him, very exhausted from the relentlessness of his actions, when he blurted out “fuck you’re so good at this” as he released inside of you. You mewled and whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Again” you mumbled and he raised his brows “you sure?” He asked and you opened his eyes as he recognised how your irises had deepened two shades and smiled giddily “well alright then”

🎞️so whenever he needed something or someone to release his frustrations on all he had to do was stroke your cheek and call you “my good girl” and you were pretty much tearing his clothes off.

🎞️and even sometimes when he’s upset he uses it to tell you just how much he appreciates you. When times are particularly hard and when he just can’t cope with situations; he’d let you hold and cradle him and rock him back and forth while silent tears sunk down his face “you’re so good to me” he’d mumble over and over again in a sleepy voice until he’d fallen asleep in your arms and you’d manoeuvred him into a comfortable position as his arms tightened around you.

Aberama🌞

🌞oh god this man is insatiable.

🌞defo calls you his ‘good girl’ and doesn’t give a fuck who hears it.

🌞likes to shelter you from everything in this horrible world, thinks it’s his job to protect and shadow you from anything. You were just a dainty young thing with no clue, someone had to step up and he decided he was the man for the job.

🌞just loved to take good care of you so those for eyes stayed innocent and undamaged. Bare and pure unlike his that were darkened and locked with such an intricately pessimistic past

🌞one day Thomas Shelby decided to pay a visit to the camp and Aberama had beckoned you over and you did as you were told, he motioned for you to lean closer as you approached him. “Need you to stay out of the way for a while sweetheart, can you do that for me, is that alright? Just until he goes?” He asks with sweet eyes. You smile and nod at him “good girl, off you go” and you were off into the woods to pick some berries for a recipe you had an idea for.

🌞eventually he’d come looking for you, find you deep into a bush trying to reach a berry that you’d just had to have but couldn’t quite get too. He’d stayed back for a while, leant against a tree while he admired you. Until he’d felt the masculine desire to aid his lady. Coming behind you and placing his hands on your waist as he leant to grab the berry for you. You’d gasped but turned to see him, smiling brightly at him. “Thank you” “anything for you” he replied, pecking your lips gently.

🌞”always willing to help my special girl” he says “can always count on you can’t I?” And the grin turns into a gaping expression, wide and heavy eyes looking at him and he’d decided he had to have you right then and there.

🌞he’d hiked the skirt of your dress up to your waist and told you how much he appreciated you as you screwed your eyes shut and threw your head back.

🌞then he’d carried your worn out, sleeping figure bridal-style back to camp with your basket selection of berries resting in his arm as he looked down at you lovingly.

[elexaria]

price is a good influence on the boys, always keeping them in line. its almost like theyre his boys, he doesn’t pass up the opportunity to talk about them with a proud growl in his voice. they dont know this, but he even has a tattered photo of the four of them in his wallet. he’s never settled down, never had kids, so even if theyre only around a decade younger than him, they’re like his own.

well, he’s almost always a good influence on the boys.

the new bit around the military campus, she’s a sight for sore eyes. the capt can’t help but clear his throat, one arm around her shoulder so casually. he’s a charmer, that’s for sure. “don’t let ‘em paw at you, yeah? you tell ‘ol pricey if these dogs bark at you, love, and i’ll let ‘em know who holds the reigns here.” he purrs in her ear, the rough timbre of his voice is enough to make anyone’s blood run hot.

the boys know better than to try and cuckhold price, after all, he’s kind enough to let them watch him as he flirts with the lil honey on base. their eyes watch keenly as he squeezes her arse as she passes by, a smug grin on his lips as she turns around with a playful gasp. he’ll turn his head, nodding with a grunt at the boys. “y’see that, lads? like putty in my hands, she is.” he remarks, and the boys guffaw like a group of schoolboys at how cool he is.

it gets even better when, after a year of casual dating, his lil lady agrees to let the boys in behind closed doors. “just let ‘em watch, yeah? poor boys dont get much action, it’s for morale i ‘spose. keeps ‘em fit and fired up.” he murmurs lowly in her ear, quiet enough only for her to hear. their dance is as old as time, his large hands dancing around her soft skin. her moans are like a siren’s call to the boys, it gets the hairs at the nape of their necks standing. hell, that’s not the only thing that stands to attention when price parts the glistening folds of her cunt, chuckling as he steps back to nod his head at the boys. “stunning, ‘ent she?” he growls out, a smug grin on his face as he leans on his side, dipping two fingers inside of her slowly while his thumb toys with her clit.

my god, you can HEAR the boy’s heavy breathing as they watch price toy with his girl, and johnny’s the first one to break the awkwardness by rubbing his erection through his jeans discreetly. price notices, and raises his eyebrows. “lads, the missus doesn’t mind if you rub one out. do you, sweetheart?” he coos as he crooks his fingers up inside of her, jamming the pads of his fingers up into the spongy spot where she likes it. she gasps, nodding as she looks over at how quickly the lads begin to unbuckle their belts, their cocks quickly springing up out of their confines. a symphony of grunts that harmoniously blend together with her gasps and mewls, and all are at the mercy of price. he continues to toy with her, to prolong her pleasure until, and it doesn’t take long, until the boys cum right then and there— thick ropes of cum spurting into their fists.

with a chuckle, price rises to sit on the bed, his hand now gently rubbing against her folds in a teasing manner. “right, bugger off you bunch of reprobates. give us some privacy, yeah?” he chuckles, motioning towards the door as they’re all quick to tuck their spent cocks in the waistbands of their boxers, quickly scampering off at the call of their captain.

the next morning, they’ll all sit round a small table, making comments about how good price is, how lucky they are to have seen that performance. “he deffo would let us shag her if we asked, ye ken.” johnny says quietly, leaning in close to the lads in a conspiratorial manner.

“johnny, stop thinking with your dick.” simon gruffly replies, shaking his head as to dismiss the silly notion.

“yeah, no way would he let us.” gaz agrees, a defeated sigh escaping his lips as he leans back in his seat. “she was fit, though.” he chuckles, rubbing his face as they all begin to impishly laugh at the memory.

[wileys-russo]

Mary earps, “wow I’m surprised your ego isn’t as big as this room!” on England camp

m.earps II ego

"is this really a good idea?" you questioned again with uncertainty, watching the girls all pairing off as the jeering and stabs already begun.

"we gotta let them get all their energy out darlin, or else they run amock all night." millie reminded, messing up your hair as you pushed her away with a huff.

"you two engagin in these juvenile shenanigans?" beth tutted as she popped up on your other side, millies heavily tattooed arm draping across your shoulder as you leaned into her, admittedly having missed having her around quite a bit when she had so much time off from her injury.

"not a chance." you chuckled, the three of you sitting down on one of the workout benches in the gym, workouts done for the day but a large majority of the girls all up for the challenge of a coaster flip tournament.

"what? not even for the missus?" beth teased jabbing at your side as you let out a bark of sarcastic laughter. "oh no she made sure to let me down nice and easy that i'd be best off sitting this one out for uh...what was it mills?" you glanced to the blonde who snickered.

"i believe mary said you had some hand eye coordination challenges which would uh, hinder your ability to compete. and the morally right thing to do to avoid a humiliating loss would be to sit this one out." millie recounted as beth chuckled and leaned her head on your shoulder.

"ahh thats our mary." "she makes everything a competition, you know she's started timing how long it takes me to get ready for bed?"

"nasty nasty girl." millie tutted as you grinned, watching on in mild amusement as grace and ella stood up behind the bar throwing their arms about as they explained the rules.

"course these two donuts are the mc's." beth chuckled as you hummed. "yeah cause they know they'd be rubbish at the actual game." you agreed with a smile.

slowly pairs would be knocked out going head to head, you sending each one a sweet smile of reassurance as they filed out of the gym, some grumbling in annoyance and others seemingly relieved to get out of the small and somewhat crowded stuffy room.

eventually it was down to the final two, alessia and mary up against millie and maya.

"is it bad if i hope she loses? she's going to be insufferable if she wins." you murmered to millie, beth having tossed in the towel and wandered off with leah once her and alex were eliminated in round one.

"the record to beat here is seventeen...can they do it girls!?" grace yelled now stood on top of the bar. "get on with it gracie we're hungry!" millie yelled from beside you sending you into a round of laughter.

"come on!" alessia protested as maya requested a quick strategy planning break, the two pairs breaking off momentarily as ella and grace began to argue over what music was appropriate for the occasion.

"sod this, i'm off kid." millie tugged on your hair pulling it out of its ponytail and racing off before you could retaliate. "you're a big stupid toddler bright!" you yelled after her, huffing as you ducked your head and scraped it up into a bun not bothered to slick it back again.

"victory kiss for the winner?" mary sauntered over with a wiggle of her eyebrows once you had finished, raising an eyebrow as her arms fell either side of you and she leaned in with a charming grin.

"you've not won yet smart ass." you honked her nose with an amused smile as she appeared unfazed. "confidence my girl, thats the key. dream, believe, achieve and i will always be the best in any room." mary winked, puckering her lips expectantly as you fake gagged.

"wow i'm surprised your ego isn't as big as this room. maybe thats why its so stuffy? mary help your confidence is suffocating me!" you pretended to choke, clasping at her shirt with shallow breaths.

"mary!" you laughed mid kiss as she surged forward capturing your lips with her own, ignoring the mocking and wolf whistles from the younger girls behind her.

"what? darling i was just providing aid by giving you mouth to mouth, a very selfless act of me honestly." your girlfriend winked, pecking your lips a few more times as she was demanded to return, your middle finger flipped in the direction of grace and ella's teasings.

"right get on with it then!" you waved for them to hurry, cutting off ella who sent you an annoyed glare as you interrupted her pump up speech, grace quickly stepping in and waving for both pairs to take their turns.

you tuned out momentarily, growing bored of the game as you scrolled through your phone, hearing their squabbling but paying it no mind, only looking back up hearing a familiar groan.

"mary!" you called after your girlfriend, hurrying to your feet as she stormed out of the gym clearly not taking the loss well as millie and maya jumped around celebrating.

you frowned in confusion as you stepped out of the gym not to find a single clue to where the goalkeeper had wandered off to, sticking your head in the cafeteria and frown deepening not spotting her there either.

a few more spaces searched and you were close to giving up, the brunette not in any of the recovery rooms, the rec space, the gardens, games room or the lobby, nobody else any help as they hadn't seen her either.

with one last place in mind you stepped into the elevator, ignoring the grumbling in your stomach and the smell of lunch wafting toward you.

grabbing out the spare key card to her room you swiped it in the door, throwing your hands up as once again that was also empty, trying to call her and your confusion growing as you spotted her phone on the bed but no mary to go with it.

now giving up you returned back downstairs in hopes she would be there too, wolfing down food as you sat squished between alex and millie, only half listening to keira as your eyes remained locked on the doorway.

the moment you'd finished you abruptly stood catching alex off guard who nearly fell off the chair with how quickly you zoomed away, dumping your tray and dishes and heading back upstairs.

over an hour now since you worked out you could feel the sweat dried on your skin and were longing for a hot shower, sending mary a few messages, eyebrows furrowing when they all remained on delivered.

though as you swiped your own key card and stepped inside you softened, catching a familiar looking lump curled up in the middle of your bed under the covers, your girlfriends comfort movie playing on your netflix account on the tv on the wall.

"you better not be under there with your gym clothes still on." you warned, moving to sit on top of her and yanking down the covers revealing a very pouty looking mary staring up at you.

"no i showered." your girlfriend mumbled sure enough dressed in different clothes as you peeked around to your bathroom to see the floor was indeed wet. "hey! would i lie?" you squeaked as her finger sharply pinched your thigh.

"yes you would." you confirmed with a nod and a small smile as she huffed and tugged the cover out of your hands once again burying herself beneath them. "have you been hiding in here the entire time? i was running around like a mad woman trying to find you!" you poked at her feeling her squirm slightly beneath you.

"yeah i have. and where were you then? i needed cuddles woman!" the covers were chucked off her head again as she pushed back slightly to lean on her elbows as you lifted your hips to let her slide her body up more.

"i was busy looking for you! and then eating lunch-" there was an offended gasp that had you rolling your eyes. "-because i couldn't find you and i thought you'd show up." you finished sincerely, mary shaking her head with a scowl.

"choosing food over comforting the love of your life? who are you." mary sighed in disappointment as you rolled your eyes again at her dramatics. "sorry my hand eye coordination challenges prevented me coming to your rescue." you crossed your arms over your chest as marys lips curled up into a somewhat guilty smile.

"have i told you today just how beautiful you are?" you squealed as your back hit the mattress, mary hovering over you with the usual charming smile plastered back on her face.

"no actually you've been too busy insulting me." you reminded as her smile grew. "well how about i make it up to you then." your girlfriend ducked her head, recoiling in shock as her lips made contact with your hand.

"excuse me?" "sorry babe, i don't kiss losers." you pouted mockingly, patting her chest and shuffling backwards out of her grip before rolling off the bed.

"a loser!" mary cried out sitting up bolt right in bed, hand snagging the back of your top. "mary i need to shower!" you groaned as she pulled you back down on the bed.

"i was mocked and humiliated and upset and sad and my own girlfriend calls me a loser and won't kiss me? why do i keep you around again?" mary questioned, arms locked in an iron grip around your waist.

"i'm very nice to look at." you winked, resting your head on her shoulder with a smile. "ahh, yep thats it. just purely around as relief for the old eyes." your girlfriend nodded her agreement, lips ghosting your own.

"old is right." you teased, pushing your head up and finally kissing her, swallowing the retort back which died on her tongue, reaching one hand up to tangle in her hair and pull the two of you even closer together, pulling away with a familiar glint in your eyes that had mary's swollen lips curling into a smirk.

"fancy a second shower earps?"

[russo-woso]

Hey!!

Could you write one where r is a awfc player and dating Leah, they fight before training and Leah leaves first, and r gets in a car accident

Also please a happy ending

Thnx :)

Why you? | Leah Williamson

Warning injury, hospitals

Summary Leah learns a life moral after you get in an accident

“Baby, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Leah told you, wrapping her arms around you whilst you made you and Leah breakfast.

“What?” You asked, excitedly, looking at leah with a grin.

“I’ve booked us a table at our favourite for tonight. Just you and me.” Leah revealed and your smile turned to a frown.

“Le, I promised Less I’d show her around London after training. She’s new. She doesn’t know anything about London. She wanted me to show her around and I couldn’t say no.” You explained to Leah resting your hands on Leah’s hips, rubbing your thumbs over them.

“You never spend time with me anymore. This is so unfair, Y/N. I feel like our relationship is only one sided at the minute. Do you even still love me?” Leah asked and your heart raced at the thought of Leah thinking you didn’t love her.

“Le, of course I love you. Please don’t think I don’t.”

“Well it doesn’t feel like it. I just… I love you so much, Y/N but you’re spending more time with Alessia then you are me.”

“Because she’s new. She doesn’t even know how to get to her house, Leah. I promise we’ll go out tomorrow night.” You repeated your reasons but Leah shook her head at you.

“Tell her to get someone else to do it. Im going to training. I’ll see you there.” Leah said, and grabbed her keys before heading out the house.

You felt terrible. That’s the only word you could think of to describe how you felt.

Leah thought you didn’t love her anymore. And that thought killed you.

You loved Leah more than anything in the world, and she didn’t know that.

Later on that morning, you jumped into your own car, that you barely ever drove because you’d go in Leah’s car, and set off to training by yourself.

“Alessia, hi.” You said as she picked up her phone.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m just driving into training. You okay?” She asked, as you continued to travel through the busy streets of London.

“Yeah, all good. I’m so sorry but can I cancel tonight? Leah surprised me with a table at our favourite restaurant and I’ve barely had anytime to spend with her and I just feel so bad. I’m so sorry.” You justified and you heard Alessia laugh.

“Why are you saying sorry? You’re allowed to spend time with girlfriend. We can organise for another day. Maybe Leah can come with us next time.” Alessia suggested and you hummed in agreement.

“Yeah, maybe. Anyway, thanks less. Oh, and if you see Leah at training before I get there can you please tell her that I love—” You started to say but finished it with a scream as you saw a car speeding at you head first.

Alessia didn’t know what had happened.

One minute you were talking to her, before a deafening crashing sound appeared in her ear, and then silence.

“Y/N? Y/N, are you okay? Fuck.” Alessia panicked, thoughts racing round in her mind.

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“Where’s your missus, Leah?” Katie asked, her thick Irish accent being able to be heard from a mile away.

“We had an argument this morning. I was jealous of how much time she was spending with Alessia. I booked us a table at a restaurant and it turns out she’s taking Alessia round London to show her the best spots. She’s just being kind and caring and I got fucking jealous. I’m the worst girlfriend.” Leah’s hands flew to her face, covering it as she mentally screamed at her childishness, feeling guilty for how she treated you.

“Leah!” Alessia ran into the gym, out of breath as if she’d just ran a marathon, tears running down her face. “It’s Y/N. I was on the phone to her and she cancelled because she said she felt bad for not spending time with you but she screamed and a loud crashing sound was heard and then the phone went silent. I think…I think.” She couldn’t finish her sentence, all worked up and her breathing uneven.

And within just seconds, Leah’s phone rang.

Unable to process what Alessia had just told her, Leah hesitantly picked up her phone and answered it.

“Hi, is this Miss Williamson?” A voice on the other end asked.

“Yes. Is everything okay?”

“Hi, you’re the first point of contact for Miss Y/L/N in case of an emergency. Y/N was involved in a car accident. She’s on the way to the hospital now.” The woman explained and Leah’s hand covered her mouth to stop a scream from escaping.

“Which hospital?” Leah managed to get out, her voice cracking.

“St Albans City hospital.”

With that information, Leah put the phone down, immediately running to the car leaving everyone confused.

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“My love, I’m so sorry.” Leah sobbed as she sat down in the chair next to your bed.

The doctors had put you in a medically induced coma because the pain would have been too much for you.

You had a cast on your left leg, stitches on your face, a neck brace around your neck and wires all over your body.

“Why you? Why did this have to be you? If only I hadn’t of been jealous. I’m so sorry I did this to you.” Leah continued to cry, her tears dropping onto your bed.

Leah grabbed your hand cautiously, rubbing it.

“I’m so sorry I got angry at you. You were just being a good friend to Alessia. I’m so sorry I made you think that you didn’t love me. I’m so sorry I got jealous. I thought I was losing you Y/N, yet it’s brought me here where I could lose you forever. Please don’t leave me. I can’t live without you, baby.”

After hours of just looking at you, constantly apologising for you being in this situation, Leah was told that she had to go home.

At first she refused, she refused to leave your side, but after being assured that you were in good hands, she left.

She got no sleep that night, stressed and worried that she’d get a phone call saying that you’d passed.

At some point though, she drifted off to sleep, her mind taking her to a place where she could relax.

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The following morning, Leah walked through the hospital room doors, expecting to see you fast asleep in a coma.

What she didn’t expect was to find you sitting up eating breakfast.

“Baby, hi!” You exclaimed, you voice hoarse and quiet.

“Y/N.” Leah breathed out, tears finding her cheeks once again as she walked towards your side, her arms gently wrapping round your body.

“Hi, le. I’m sorry about yesterday. I should’ve spent more time with you. I canceled with Alessia but then I couldn’t make it either way.” You apologised and Leah shook her head at you whispering light no’s at you.

“No, no, don’t say sorry. It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I was jealous of Alessia. I’m so stupid. I was being a child. I made you end up in here. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so so sorry.” Leah cried and you brought her in for a hug.

“Le, please don’t cry. I’m okay. Look, I’m okay. I know my face is all fucked up and my leg is in a cast but I’m okay. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I love you so much, Y/N. I couldn’t lose you.” Leah stated as you cradled her head.

“I love you too, Le. I love you so much. Oh and Le, before I forget, I booked us a takeout slot for dinner tonight at the restaurant. I want to spend time with my girl.” You told her and a giggle escaped her lips.

“You get woken up from a coma and the first thing you do is book an order?” Leah asked, not believing your story.

“It’s true.” The doctors said, coming in to check you were okay.

“At least this time I know I’m definitely free.” You joked, lightening your the room even more.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Le. So so much.”

[aouiaa]

Who are you, really?

Outline: Love is many things; beautiful, transformative, but isn’t always like that. It can also be dangerous, deceiving, and in this case, it’s all the above for you. Can you break your morals for love?

Word Count: 3.7k+

Warnings: Modern au + Reader’s pov + No baby JJ + D and R are in their mid 30s + Established relationship + Description of violence + Mentions of death + Multiple mentions of sexual depictions + Flashback + Angst + Mentions of R being a workaholic + Fluff + Raunchy humor + Italics are R’s thoughts + The bold italics are just for narration!

Chapter one -> Next Chapter

The loud sound of something being slammed on your desk disrupted your “eye rest” break. Startled, your eyes subconsciously snap open to see another pile of files on your desk. Fuck, more?! And standing behind them is your boss.

Shit..

“Sleeping on the job again, I assume?” the feminine voice penetrates your eardrums.

You groan, rubbing your eye, “No, no—“ you sigh, “just resting my eyes, sorry ma’am.”

“Well resting your eyes—“ she emphasized, “—ain’t gonna solve the cases that are piling on your desk, Y/n.”

You sighed, “I know, I know, you know I wouldn’t slack off on these cases—just…need some coffee.” you responded. You need more than just coffee, you needed some fucking clarity. An explanation to tell everyone around you, but mostly for yourself. Having multiple endless sleepless nights trying to conjure up an explanation. With all these unsolved cases—or should I say horrific cases piling your desk like damn skyscrapers. How could you sleep?

From the last viewing of past crimes, you’ve seen the gruesome length, this killer isn’t afraid to tread. But this wasn't unusual for you, you’re a crime scene investigator—lead crime scene Investigator on this ongoing case—sorry. So this became the norm for you. But with the norm came responsibilities, and with responsibility came stress. This maniac has been roaming around for years now, murdering innocent victims.

Only now, their murders have been getting more brutal. Old reports stated, “victim found with multiple stab wounds to the chest area” to now reporting, finding them with stab wounds and or either their “abdomens gutted” or “limbs missing” that would be later found spread out in public spaces.

What a sick fuck.

But the one thing they were notorious for was leaving evidence. It wasn’t actually evidence to get them caught. No, They were fucking smart, you’d give them that. It was just evidence to get you and your team excited to only realize it leads to a dead end, leaving everyone frustrated. This fucker was toying with you. You were gonna make sure this asshole pays for what he did. Even if it kills you.

Because having the victims’ family belittle you and your team infuriated you. Because who were they to call you and your team quote on quote, ‘just a bunch of useless idiots sitting on their asses eating donuts?!’ My god, that’s just a fucking stereotype!—actually a glazed donut sounds good right now—

“Hey, Y/n?—Y/n!” a voice ripples through your ongoing thoughts.

“Huh?—Ahh shit!” You hiss as the scolding hot coffee lands and burns your skin. Pulling your hand to your chest and holding the irritated skin, you look behind to see your colleague, Sam.

“Shit—you okay?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, yeah—I’m fine.” Fucking coffee, “You staying late tonight?” you ask.

“No, no, gotta get home to the missus tonight and you?” he says with a gruffy chuckle.

You chuckle as well and respond, “Uhh—no, I’m staying late tonight, gotta finish up a few things…” you say while grabbing your steaming coffee carefully and walking over to the coffee counter display. He follows slowly behind and leans against the counter beside you and replies, “Oh…alright—just be careful. These recent killings, man, they have everyone on edge.” he warns.

That warning makes you chuckle, “Trust me, I can deal with some asshole.” you reply while pouring some of the coffee out and ripping open a sugar packet, pouring the contents inside your cup. But you didnt hear him laugh along, instead a unamused sigh leaving his mouth, “Y/n—” Fuck, here we go again, “—Alright, alright, I’ll be safe, god.” you interrupt with a little chuckle to avoid an awkward moment.

He sighs, “You can’t joke around like that—“ This fucking guy “—I said I’ll be safe.” interrupting once more with a serious tone. The immediate seriousness in your voice catches him off guard, making him back off. “Alright, sorry…I’ll…see you tomorrow.” he responds sheepishly and begins to walk away as you finish making your coffee.

You turn your head to see your colleague walking away, feeling the guilt settling in your stomach—Fuck..

You didn’t mean to blow off on him like that. You’ve just been restless and so tense lately and no one can take a fucking joke. Granted, it was a shitty one, but still! Pull the sticks out your asses, guys and laugh! With a sigh, you sip your still bitter coffee—after putting in a bunch of creamers—and enter your office to resume on an unfinished report.

You were on a roll! Finishing report after report, you loved the adrenaline you got from this. You could run two fucking marathons this rush coursing through your veins. Until the sound of your alarm disturbs the high. That stupid ass Justin Bieber song starts to play; “Baby, baby, baby oh!” With a groan, you grab the noisy phone from your pocket, holding it in your hand causes the phone to light up. It gives you a better look at the alarm’s display and with the name for it above, “Time to cum home!” Upon reading the name, it causes you to laugh while turning off the alarm.

God, I love her..

Standing up from your comfortable office chair, you begin packing your belongings up and pushing aside the empty coffee cups that desperately need to be thrown out. Eh..I’ll do it later. you won’t be doing it “later”. Nonetheless, you shut off the lights and begin trudging to the main office’s elevator, pressing the call button.

Grabbing your phone from your pocket once again, you go to the message app, and texting your girlfriend, Dina. You smile at the past conversation with your lover and text her.

You wait a couple seconds for the “Delivered” receipt to turn to, “Read”, but it was a possible chance it wouldn’t since you knew tonight she was gonna stay up late working on designs for one of her clients. But the dinging sound of the elevator doors causes you to look up from your phone and walk inside. Turning off your phone and putting it back in your pocket, you press the button for the ground floor and begin your descent when that stupid ass alarm blares off again; “Baby, baby, baby oh!” You groan, immediately take out your phone to turn it off.

“Stupid ass fucking song.” you mumbled annoyedly.

Few months prior…

You walk into your shared bedroom to find your girlfriend fiddling with your phone. At first, you didn’t mind until you started hearing multiple alarm sounds coming from Dina’s direction causing you to turn around.

“Bae, what are you doing?” you ask while settling yourself down behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist, and placing your chin on her shoulder gently to look down at what she’s doing.

“Setting an alarm for you.” she replies.

Her answer elicits a chuckle and you begin to try taking your phone away from her playfully. “Dina, bae, you know I don’t need my phone to wake me up in the morning. I have the alarm clock for that.”

With every attempt to grabbing your phone results in being unsuccessful as she moves it out of your reach. “It's not for that.” she states, causing you to become even more confused.

“Oh?—what’s it for then?” you say with a cheeky smile and start to hum dramatically as if you’re thinking what it could be used for as you inquire again, “is it a reminder to eat you out—“

“Y/n!” she interrupts you, causing you to burst out laughing while she elbows your arm.

“No, you perv!” she quips with a smile, “it’s so you know when to come back from work.”

Your laughter slowly dies out and immediately giveher a look, “to stop working? babe—“

“—Ah, ah, ah, no, before you start, this is set because I know how you are.”

“anndd” you drag out, “how am I?” you ask playfully with a smirk.

She huffs, “You’re a workaholic” she bluntly says, “and tend to stay in your office for a long period of time even after your shift has ended!” she argues.

Her statement causes your playful demeanor to drop instantly and rest your head on her shoulder again, “Baby, you know I’m trying not to do that anymore.” you say softly.

“I know you are, but this is just to ensure that.” she softens her voice and looks back at you. There’s awkward silence between the two of you. Before a sigh from your girlfriend breaks that silence, “I’m just worried about you, that’s all.” You knew that she meant well and just acted this way out of fear. Terrified, She’d get the heart dropping call that you “collapsed at work and now in the hospital” again. No, she couldn't relive that moment again. No, you wouldn’t let that happen. Not again.

So you didn’t protest any further, just giving a nod and watching your girlfriend set the alarm. And even trying to lighten up the mood by helping her pick the most goofiest alarm sound that you knew you’d come to hate. But you didn’t care since you knew it’d bring the one girl you entrusted with your heart, comfort.

Present…

The pattering of rain hitting your windshield as you drive down the familiar neighborhood feels so relaxing. Soothing even, it’s one of those rare comforts you get from your chaotic life and each time the feeling eventuates, you embrace it. But even though you try desperately to cling onto this feeling tightly, it always leaves. Always leaving a bitter feeling behind. With this same feeling coursing through your body, you pull into the driveway of your one story house. Turning off the engine, you don’t move instead resting your head on the steering wheel, listening and counting carefully to all the soft thumps that cast down on your car.

Pull yourself together..

Reluctantly, you get out of your car and walk to the entrance of your house while stuffing your hand in your pocket, searching for your keys. Fucking keys, where are you? Until the sharp edge of the key prickles your finger as you mouth the word “ow” before grabbing the key and sticking it in the keyhole. Twisting the key, unlocking the door to your cozy house.

Ahh, home at last.

Walking inside, you throw your keys into the bowl with Dina’s. “Dina?” you call out as you shut the door behind you and begin kicking your shoes off. No response. “Dina?” you call out again while losing your tie. No response once again—wait is that the water running? You hum in confusion and walk down the hallway, looking to the right, you see Dina’s ipad on the dining table with papers scattered around it.

Tattoo sketches..but where is the artist?

You avert your gaze ahead and continue walking down the winding hallway. The running water can be heard more prominent now, She must be in the bathroom. Now in front of the bathroom door, you can confirm that the water is running from the other end—but there’s also rustling. “Dina?” you knock on the door, “Baby, I’m home.” you say, waiting for a response.

“Yeah, yeah—I’ll be out in a bit…just using the bathroom!” The familiar voice says, causing you to smile.

“Alright—I’ll be in the kitchen.” you say and begin your way to said location.

“Okay!” you hear faintly as you walk away.

In the kitchen, you pour yourself some water, leaning against the counter, and closing your eyes. Trying not to think of the stresses of work, even though that’s all what’s been clouding your mind for months. Dismembered corpse—public space—some gutted—missing limbs—some having the same fate—oh god…

The sound of a door opening and soft footsteps approaching cause you to open your eyes and clear all those thoughts. You exhale, preparing yourself��For what? Upon seeing the raven haired girl, you set your glass down on the counter and walk over to you. Wrapping your arms around her waist and leaning in to kiss her.

“Hey baby.”

“Hey, you okay?” she says with a hint of worry in her tone.

The feeling of Dina caressing your cheek elicits a sigh, “Y-yeah—no, I'm okay. You took a shower?” you ask, noticing her damp hair.

A frown adorns on her face, but she answers your question. “Yeah, couldn’t really think so i took a shower.”

You nod, “Alright—well I should probably take one.”

She just hums in acknowledgment, seeming to be lost in thought. You knew when she was quiet like this—something was up.

“What’s wrong?”

There’s a pause, before uttering out, “Are you sure, you’re okay?”

You stare at your girlfriend, hesitant to worry or even plagued with her thoughts with those gruesome scenes that certainly keep you up at night. But you know, that it’ll only worry her more if you don’t say anything so—“Just work…I don’t know—“

“You do know, Y/n” She interrupts, not impressed by your response.

That intrusion leaves you speechless, pulling away from her embrace, you lean against the counter, “I know…just need—little rest that’s all.”

She crosses her arms once you pull away and just watches you. Eventually she walks past you, muttering something under her breath.

You feel your heart drop to watch your girlfriend act this way. Can I blame her? You sigh and walk towards her while she looks inside the fridge, wrapping your arms around her waist, “I don’t mean to worry you, Dina—“

“—Well you are.” she sighs, shutting the fridge door. Her focus turns to you, “I just want you to talk to me. To tell me your worries—to just communicate with me.” she says, almost pleading.

You nod, “I know—I just..” you sigh, “I just don’t want to…paint out these gruesome images in your head.” You try to hug her, but with caution—scared she’d pull away.

She doesn't though, immediately embracing you, “Don’t worry about me, Y/n” she sighs, “I just don’t want you to hold it all in, It’s not good.”

“It’s not exactly good for you either.” you say with a slight chuckle. You feel her smile against your skin eliciting a little laugh from her, “Like i said, don’t worry about me.” she repeats, pulling away to look at you with a smile painted on her face.

There it is again, that comfort you seem to look for subconsciously. It’s in front of you right now with the beautifulest smile in the world. Until she pats the side of your shoulder, “Now, we should cook something before heading to bed. ‘Cause I’m fucking starving.”

You groan, “Do we have to?” you emphasize on “have” in a whiny tone as you begin kissing her neck—hoping to distract her, “Can’t I just have you for dinner and call it a day?” you quip—but not really.

Dina chuckles, “That would be no fair, what would I eat?” She plays along.

“Oh? you can have this pus—“ you’re stopped midword when Dina puts her hand over your mouth, gasping, “No, you dirty dog. We're eating actual food and getting rest.” You smile and lick her hand causing her to snatch it away and yelling which makes you burst out laughing.

Dina wipes the palm of her hand on her jeans, “You’re such a freak…” she huffs while opening the fridge to get ingredients for this mini past midnight snack. You cross your arms, watching her with a smile adorning your face. It’s only when she has a handful of things in her arms when you lean off and take some weight off her hands, “woah—babe.” you chuckle, “what’s all this?”

Your question elicits a smile, “Dinner.” she states, settling the ingredients down. You follow her actions and look at her, “Dinner?—what are you exactly making?” you inquire with a nervous laugh. “Stop questioning the chef and help.” She demands playfully. Her demeanor makes you laugh,“Shit, yes ma’am” you say dramatically.

“Chef.” she corrects with a smile.

“Right.” You say as you begin washing the vegetables.

Although you were always exhausted from your average eighteen hour shifts, you weren’t gonna let that stop you from having these types of moments with your girlfriend. Even if they were small as carpooling with one another to work or sitting down and just talking to each other. You didn’t care, it was small and vulnerable things that mattered the most to you. The ones you cherished. You have always been an observer since a child. That’s how you landed in the work you do now.

Taking the smallest moments and finding tranquility in every single one of them. Because without them, Who are you? Without these memories to keep you afloat, you’d be nothing. You wanted to be wherever Dina went because without her, you’d probably be in some dingy apartment eating pizza with static playing on your tv, losing your mind or worse.

God..don't even wanna think about that right now.

So you don’t, instead you watch your girlfriend ramble on about work, finding yourself entranced by her beauty. The way she stops and drops the spoon to occasionally move her hands around while talking, the way the strands of hair that come loose from her bun cast perfectly down her nape. God you loved her, you’d do anything for her. Anything.

“—I swear if I get one more client asking for fucking roses or skulls, Ima lose it!” she exclaims.

You snap out of your thoughts, “Yeah.” you say with a chuckle.

She stops and looks at you, “Have you been listening to a word I’ve said?”

You smile, “I've been listening.” you respond, crossing your arms.

She rolls her eyes and resumes cooking while you walk behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist, “I have, please continue.” you assure her, placing light kisses on her shoulder.

She hums, “Well, I’ve been working on this piece for a friend of mine.” she continues.

You lay your head on her shoulder, “Really?”

“Yeah, I’m really excited!”

“Who’s the friend?”

“Ellie, you remember her, right? From college.”

You nod and hum, “Oh yeah, I remember her.”

“Yup, I’m gonna be doing her left arm.”

“Ooo, sounds like that’s gonna hurt, especially in the armpit area.” you scrunch your face in displeasure.

“Well, she asked me to recommend an area where it’d look good and I suggested there.”

“Ahh—mm…well what’s the design she has in mind?”

“I don’t know, We haven’t gone in much depth into specifics, but definitely space related?”

You hum, “I’m excited for you, seems fun!” you say to her while watching her hand move the wooden spoon rhythmically around the pot until her voice snaps you out of your trance, “Set the table for me, yeah?”

With a quick nod and “Okay.”, you walk down the hall to the dining area. Upon arriving, you see the true mindset of an artist. Like seen when you arrived home, papers scattered midway of the dining table, some blank and some scribbled over unfinished designs that seem not to meet the artist’s high standards. You carefully grab all the papers and pile them into one neat pile.

Placing them aside, you grab Dina’s ipad that lights up immediately upon grabbing and showcases the unfinished sketch on the screen. Ellie’s tattoo, it’s a rough sketch of the design but some prominent details are visible. Upon closer inspection, you can see what looks to be a lightly sketched astronaut with wings attached behind it.

Scrutinizing the image comes to a short end when you hear footsteps behind you. Turning off the ipad and placing it on the stack of papers, you grab the bunch and turn around to see Dina with two bowls in hand, “Hey, sorry for the mess on the table” she says, placing the two bowls down and grabbing the stack from your hands.

“It’s no problem, seen your work. Fucking sick, babe.” You remark.

Your compliment elicits a smile from Dina, “Thank you, It’s not the final cut, but it’s something.”

You hum in response, “Well I like it already, finale or not.” you say with a smile.

The corner of the raven haired girl’s lips curve upward, “Heh, thanks babe.”

You shoot a wink at her and sit down while she sets the supplies aside and sits with you. Looking down at the contents in the bowl, it looks fucking amazing and you tell your girlfriend that. Finally, a real fucking meal. Not some fast food place down the street from your job.

A real meal.

“4:26” is what is displayed on the clock sitting on your nightstand. How stupid of you to think, this’ll be the night you would actually get some sleep. Fuuuchhhkk.. Lying flat on the bed once more, you stared up at the ceiling. The soft breathing of your girlfriend fans lightly on your cheek, only annoys you more. Fuck it, I’ll just take one of Dina’s sleeping pills. Sitting up, you look beside you to see your girlfriend’s figure and looking over her form. You don’t see the pills that usually sit on her nightstand.

Fuck, Where the fuck did she put them?!

Throwing the sheet off your body, you slowly get out of bed and walk over to the other side of the bed. Carefully opening the drawer, you don’t find what you’re looking for. Fuck, she must’ve left them on the counter. Shutting the drawer lightly, you sneak away to the entrance of your bedroom, twisting the knob to exit.

Upon opening the door, you peek your head out to the abyss clouding your vision. You begin your descent into the dark hallway like a bat, gliding your arm along the wall for a light switch. When you’re almost down at the end of the hall, you kick something that goes flying down the end of the hallway.

Fuck..

You quickly find the switch and look down to see what you kicked, Dina’s backpack—Shit—You walk towards it and bend down to pick it up, but stop when something catches your eye. On the backpack can be found a dried substance.

is that blood?—

“Babe, what are you doing with my bag?”

The sound you come to love is now sending a chill down your back; Your girlfriend's voice,

Dina.

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overthinking thoughts ・❥・g. reiten

pairing: guro reiten x fem!reader

summary: what happens when your lover of almost three years gets a bit insecure about certain things? just something fluff, and it's rewritten. canadian!reader, fleming!reader

you gave the crowd a small smirk, as the cheering had gotten a bit louder. you were simply strumming your electric guitar, playing the last song on the set list, but you gave a cheeky smile at your sister who stood beside her teammates, and your girlfriend. your lover's eyes have never left you, in fact she watched you with a proud grin, as you sang your heart out for the last song.

when the song had ended, you were absolutely breathless as part of your layered hair had covered your eyes, quickly moving them--you had bid goodbye to the crowd as you headed backstage, alex (the drummer) your childhood best friend and quinn (the bassist) a mutual friend you had met in college had followed right behind you.

"excited to see the missus?" the irish had teased, as you chuckled at her words. but she was correct, you are excited to see her again--the months on tour had been restless, and since london was the final stop, you had decided to stay at your sister's place. despite being twins, jessie was still your older sister by a few minutes. but you were the taller one, so it was easy to tease your older sister.

"is it that obvious?" you asked, chuckling as you felt a bit shy at their teasing. maybe it was the way you kept talking about the norwegian, despite being miles apart. the bracelet she had made was currently worn around your left wrist, it's what caught the attention of your fans, but rather than answering them, you'd given them a shy smile as you greeted them before engaging in a small conversation.

"anyone can spot from a mile away that you're hopelessly in love with her." alex teased, his eyes leaving yours as he caught a glimpse of who was the surprise visitors. you felt someone snake their arms around your waist as they pulled you closer, a contented hum had escaped your lips as you turned around--guro gave you a soft yet wide smile, as you gave her a peck on her cheek. regardless of the fame you currently have, you were never one for public affection.

your relationship was the definition of lovers in private, and best friends in public. you had befriended a few chelsea players the moment your sister had signed for them, back in 2020, jessie wanted you to come with as she signed the contract for moral support, she'd say. but you were alright with it, that was how you met guro after all. it was during a chelsea game, you had spent a month in london writing and coming up with lyrics for the album, a confused look was seen on your face throughout the game.

when the game had ended, you were waiting for jessie near the barrier, scrolling through your phone not noticing how she came up to you. it took you a while to notice really, and when you did--you were the shyest person she ever met. jessie had seperated you from the norwegian as she noticed from afar that the two of you were talking, guro was surprised but then your noticable freckles had given it away.

"guro, you don't need to bring y/n to my place. i'm sure she'd like to stay with you." jessie teased as you gave her a shrug, a small chuckle escaped guro's mouth as she hummed.

"i didn't plan on it, fleming." guro said, as jessie raised her eyebrows before shaking her head at the two of you. the two of you bid goodbye, hopping into the backseat of one of the given cars. each bandmate was assigned a car and a driver, but you would share if you were headed together to an event, or etc. it didn't take awhile to settle yourself in your girlfriend's apartment, you wore her pajamas as you used your towel to dry your damped hair.

the norwegian was looking out the balcony window, her eyes were set on the couples walking through the streets, her jaw was a bit clenched--there was something obviously bothering her. you called out, not receving a reply the first three times as you shuffled around the apartment, joining guro on the balcony.

"are you alright, love?" you softly asked, knowing that there was something that was occupying her mind. but she had kept quiet, as you patiently waited.

"i just hate how i can't have you in public, or the other people who would get close to you." guro had commented, as you gave her a soft smile, she's jealous but you understood that--you want to be public about your relationship as well. but you're afraid of the backlash that she might get, rather than being worried about what would happen to you, you're more worried on what would happen to her.

"du vet at de ikke er deg, jeg har bare øynene mine på deg, guro. [you do know that they're not you, i only have my eyes on you, guro.]" her eyes widened as you fluently spoke in her native language, a soft smile appeared on her face, as tears filled her eyes. you had been practicing and learning her language despite your busy schedule.

"jeg føler bare at det er vanskelig å elske meg, jeg er opptatt med karrieren min, og jeg har kanskje ikke tid til deg. [i just feel like it's hard to love me, i'm busy with my career and i may not have time for you.]" you chuckled at her behavior, it's true she'll be more busy as time passes by, but so will you--so a part of you understood her, it may not be the training and games. but it was the constant tours, the vocal training, the busy fanmeets and you were too busy keeping up with your appearance.

"du tar ikke feil, kjærlighet. alle er vanskelige å elske, men husker du da jeg sa at du burde velge din karriere før meg? [you aren't wrong, love. everyone is hard to love, but remember when i said that you should choose your career before me?]" when you first started dating, you made the norwegian promise that you wouldn't be her first prority, that you'd be her fourth or fifth. herself must come first before all, then her family and friends, her career and lastly, you.

"selvfølgelig gjør jeg det. så hvorfor blir du? [of course, i do. then why do you stay?]" guro asked, as you hummed at her words. you gave her a soft smile, before pulling her closer into you, snaking your arm around her--just like she did awhile ago.

"fordi jeg heller vil lære deg enn å miste deg. jeg vil heller gjøre en innsats enn å ikke prøve i det hele tatt, kjærlighet. [because i'd rather learn you than lose you. i'd rather make an effort than not try at all, love.]" a small hum was heard, as she placed a soft kiss on your forehead, it was a gesture that she loves doing.

"jeg elsker deg. [i love you.]" "jeg elsker deg også. [i love you too.]"

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[tainted-liquor]

'You love me'✧˖°

Arachkids x Reader! TWs: I don't think there are any Ingredients: Sugar, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles ! W/C: 1080 A/N: Sorry if Gwen is a lil ooc, I really don't write for her that much lol. FIRST REQUESTTTT EUUUGHH!! /pos

Miles Morales

You watched as your boyfriend paced around his room, occasionally walking up the wall as he ranted about some sort of 'Villain-of-the-week", laying flat on your stomach on top of his bed as he hung upside down from his roof. You chuckled to yourself as an Idea manifested in your head, raising yourself up slightly. "Hey, Miles."

"Huh-...Yeah? You need something, love?" He snapped out of his trance and turned to face you as he dangled from the ceiling. You inched closer to him, analyzing his confused expression as you cupped the sides of his face within your hands, pressing a gentle and loving kiss to his lips at a slightly awkward angle. He may have been there physically in front of you, but as soon as he felt your soft lips on his he was gone. He quickly returned the kiss, gently cupping your face in the same manner that you had cupped his.

When you pulled back, Miles gave a small frown before quickly fixing his expression. He already felt himself missing your touch, quickly pulling you back in before you could even think.

"What was that for?"

"Cuz I love you, Miles."

Hobie Brown

Now Hobie was a slightly different case. He more than likely preferred having two feet firmly planted on the ground, and was more than likely not home. Being Spider-Man and an infamous music artist took up most of his time, so there were some days when he really just...not home. So here you were in the middle of the night, bundled up in his bedsheets half asleep and missing your beloved boyfriend. You heard the front door to his canal boat open as you heard his familiar East London dialect muffle itself at the front door

"I'll see you guys later. Gonna check on the missus."

You heard him shut the door as quietly as the door would allow him, his heavy boots thudding against the hardwood floors. The bedroom door creaked open as I slowly rose up from my comfortable position on my side. His eyes widened a fraction when he saw that I was partially asleep, wasting absolutely 0 time in apologizing for waking me up. "Sorry, lovey. Didn't mean to wake ya." He beamed as he looked down at me from the side of his bed.

"You didn't bee...don't worry" you sighed while simultaneously leaning upwards towards the punk. "Can you do me a favor though? Pleaaaase~?"

"Yeah love whatever you-...No." Hobie immediately knew what you were talking about as soon as he saw your eyes gravitate toward the ceiling. Despite being the Spider-Man of his world, he was very afraid of hanging upside down for longer periods. He said it felt 'suffocating and made him dizzy.'

"C'mon, I haven't seen you in two days I wanna kiss my man." You pouted, turning away from him and crossing your arms against your chest. Hobie let out a long sigh before walking up the wall and standing perfectly still on his ceiling. "There. Happy?" He grinned as he placed both hands over his hips.

"Very." you smiled as you eagerly smashed his lips into yours, attempting to hold the kiss as long as possible due to the possibility of it never happening again.

Pavitr Prabhakar

Your boyfriend, Pavitr is Spider-Man. Now of course he didn't tell you just yet, but everyone in Mumbattan knew. The hair, the clothes, the horrible faux deep voice, it was completely obvious to everyone but him. Not that you minded though, if anything you found his cluelessness cute. So when you sat on the ledge of a rather tall building fidgeting with your phone, In came your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man from above.

"Hey Mer-" He cleared his throat quickly, forcing his voice down an octave before carefully selecting his next few words. "Hey, you really shouldn't be sitting this close to the ledge! I think you might want to move back juuuust a smidge!" he reasoned, the white-painted eyes in his mask narrowing shut, indicating that loving smile you'd see every time he was out of his mask. You scooted back on the ledge slightly, looking up at the slowly spinning spider as he dangled from an even higher ledge. You fought back giggles at his slight hypocrisy, before answering with a small

"Why thank you, Spider-Man! What would I do without you here to protect me!" You joked with a barely concealed chuckle. You reached out towards him, gently taking his upside-down face into your hands. Pav didn't mean to lean into your touch so easily, it was just so hard to keep up the façade of not knowing you. It became clear at that moment that you knew who resided under the mask when you pulled the soft fabric up over his nose, pressing a small kiss to his lips before pulling back with your usual smile. His face grew slightly pink as he watched you walk back into your building, giving him a small wave and mouthing "Bye Pav!"

Gwen Stacy

It was a relatively warm morning as you went for your daily walk on the streets of Brooklyn. Around this time your girlfriend would normally be on patrol, on the lookout for any crime or anomalies. So instead of dwelling on her abscence, you made your way to the nearby abandoned bridge. You made the space as comfortable as possible, kicking away any debris or stones before sitting on the ground and scrolling through social media on your phone. You heard a small thwip noise above you, looking up to see your girlfriend standing en pointe with her arms crossed on the side of the bridge above.

"Hey Gwennie!" You called as she walked down the pillar of the bridge, bringing herself closer to you so you didn't have to shout. "Hey!" She said as she pulled off her mask to reveal that beautiful smile of hers. "What are you doing all the way over here? Shouldn't you be on your walk?" She asked with a tilt of her head.

"Yeah, normally. Just wanted a change in scenery" you shrugged as you stood up, craning your neck to look up at the sideways spider. You beckoned her closer, giving a short and simple kiss as she looked at you with blown pupils and the most furious blush you've ever seen. You watched as she slung her mask back on, covering her face with her hands and webbed away. She was so adorable

[pricesfav]

John price who tries to be a motivational boss!

John price who tries a suggestion box only to have it filled with trash.

Soap who suggests a “laser tag Game on base”

Gaz who mistakes his box for a trash can and discards all of his candy wrappers in it.

Ghost has no suggestions just wants a his new Sherpa blanket and decides to ask there

John Price who takes it upon himself to write a big “NOT A TRASH CAN” sign on it

Gaz who doesn’t read it and continues to throw his wrappers away in the box

John price reads the suggestions at their next meeting

Soap whos stifling his laughter when he hears “‘Fart projects.’ Nice.” But quickly stops when price goes on his “‘Everything I do for this team’” rant

John Price who tries to boost morale with a pizza party only to find, ghost hates pepperoni, gaz wanted root beer floats, and soap is hogging all the breadsticks.

John Price who storms out of the party and into his office feeling frustrated from trying so hard to please his team.

The boys feel bad and decide to hold a new suggestion box meeting all suggesting that price gets a well deserved day off with the missus

[vviipers]

880 words. (loz: tp) malo, talo, beth, colin & fem! reader. (loz: tp) mentioned link/fem! reader.

"C'mon down, Miss Priss!"

The nickname was cute and the children's Ordanian drawl would have made you bow in any other situation, but you were more than happy sitting on the porch of Link's home as you flipped through your book.

It'd rained all day long for three days. While today had lightened up to a simple spring shower, the ground was still soaked through until it became mud. You'd gotten the displeasure of watching several villagers slip and slide as they traveled between Ordon and Ordona's spring, most of which involved the children. While you were morally obligated, you hated making the trek down the ladder and into the mud whenever you heard a yelp.

"She's made outta crystal, y'know! Those city folk weren't meant for down here!"

They were right. It was a miracle you even survived your first few months of living in the village. You never minded helping around the farm or doing some yard work for the ladies, but that was the extent of outdoor work you did.

It wasn't that you were completely useless. The guilt of sitting pretty at home would guilt you the same way it did in Castletown.

Germs were gross. Your research (and overall feeling of ick after touching something dirty) had taught you as much. It's what made you made you so good at your job.

"Maybe when the grass comes back," you gently try to placate them. The comment makes them look down at the mud to fact-check you, Talo stomping and jumping around to shove the remaining blades down. "I'm always here if you have a boo-boo, though!"

"Boo-boo," Malo mimics, rubbing his thumb against his lips before sucking it into his mouth. Even without your grimace, he's quick to spit it out after discovering the mud covering it made it less appetizing. "Blegh! What's that?"

Beth shakes her head in disapproval and looks up from the drawing she and Colin are currently coloring. There's a pile of them carefully arranged around the porch, most held in your lap so they don't spill out from under the protection of the umbrella. "It's a cut, isn't it?"

You nod and she brushes hair over her shoulder in pride. A giggle leaves her when you brush a stray from over her ear, crying that it was ticklish.

She was your student, used loosely, so of course she picked up on the strange words you used in your day-to-day. If you thought back hard enough, you could remember the way she looked when you offhandedly repeated a few sayings she'd never heard.

(If you thought even further, you could recall the way Beth glared at you when Link had brought you to Kakariko. She'd hated you even more when all was said and done, pulling you aside and giving you empty threats when he'd formerly introduced you as his lover.)

(You'd never taken her seriously. It had taken some time, but she quickly warmed up after you cared for her while her parents visited Castletown for a week.)

Something in the conversation makes Colin perk up, leaning off of his stomach and onto his side. "Missus," he starts before adding your name, brows furrowed as he tries remembering if he was supposed to use it or miss. "Can you bring us some more stuff you keep in that box? Link 'n' Fado keep using it all."

It's not a shocking bit of information. In the year and a half you've known Link, he's been more than risky in all his endeavors. It's only natural he'd find a way to get himself hurt herding goats, collecting cuckoos, and harvesting pumpkins.

"Of course," you hum, slipping your bookmark between the pages and folding it closed. Standing, you gesture for Talo and Malo to come up the ladder and ignore the way they stomp their feet in argument. "You all must be hungry, right? Beth, why don't you help Colin make a new kit— pack it full— and I can make you all something to eat."

That gets the boys to lighten up, Talo helping Malo clamber up the ladder before following close on his tail. They shed their jackets and dirty pants, donning the shorts beneath while rubbing their stomachs as though starved.

"Can you make those soup 'n' sandwiches you make when we're sick? The red one that you can put the cheesy ones in!" Colin's suggestion is one all the kids agree with, stopping by the fireplace to warm their hands before scattering.

It takes you a moment to figure out what he's talking about, taking until you finish washing your hands to clarify. "Tomato soup and melted cheese?"

"Yeah! That!" Malo hisses and pushes his chair away from the fire once he gets too hot too fast, wrapping the blanket he snagged from the recliner tightly around his shoulders. "And that juice too!"

"Maybe," you laugh, retrieving the ingredients from the newly installed cooler. "Any last requests for my royal highnesses?"

There's a few more thrown into the air, a couple in your ear and the other from the basement. You don't think you had anything to bake their sweet-tooth cravings, but you're sure the rainy day would be enough to make you all creative.

[leaawrites]

Definitely not

Liam Gallagher x pregnant!reader

Summary: in which, the press winds Liam up over the apparent gained weight of his pregnant girlfriend.

Requested by @dayluxe

Warnings: bodyshaming, insecurities, angst, fluff, swearing,

Masterlist

It started as an innocent little fun way to remember the time they were experiencing for the first time. A quiet day off of work, filled with relaxation turned into a laughter filled morning and red cheeks.

“I thought we were taking pregnancy pictures not nudes,” she tried to bring him back on the right path after Liam asked her to take off the little baby-doll nightgown she wore for comfort. The lace draping over the bump on her stomach and he said it disturbed the picture.

“Hard not to get it all mixed up with how good you look like that,” he said, smirking and pulling her close. Trying to get her to ease up again and taking his request for a joke, though they both knew he was deadly serious with it.

“Very flattering, Mr Gallagher.”

“For you, always, Mrs Gallagher.”

Even though she didn’t hold the title yet, they were both aware that she would by when the chaos was all over. With the album recorded and ready to be released, they would have enough time between the birth of their love and the tour. It would be enough time for them to make it officially last forever.

The moment the news hit the stream, it wasn’t how they planned it. It should’ve been at their own will, a dinner caught by paparazzi would’ve been better than this. The chaos unfolding worse than they ever thought they could.

The moment the film was developed and they held the pictures in their hands, Liam tucked one of them into his pocket almost immediately, always wanting to have them close. Though, the moment a fan saw a piece of paper peeking out from his jeans pocket and new oasis lyrics were flying around the news, their hands acted before their mind and morality could and soon enough the picture was gone from his possession. Everyone was able to see it now. His pregnant girlfriend on the cover of every news outlet that wanted to earn money and pay rent.

No question he was asked was about anything else but her, them.

“What will happen with the band now that you’re becoming a father?”

“Noel’ll be an uncle.”

“Will you quit drugs now that you’re awaiting a child?”

“I will quit drugs, the moment you quit asking stupid questions.”

There was no doubt that Liam wasn’t very fond of interviews, paparazzi or anything else that came with fame besides the fans and the opportunity to play music. Still he answered them, trying to keep as calm as he possibly could. Though there was one question that made him loose all his cool, one question he never thought anybody would dare to ask.

“What do you think about Y/n gaining weight through the pregnancy?”

It made him stop in his tracks and Noel could see the anger forming on his forehead and in his eyes, even through the big sunglasses covering them.

“What did you just say?” He asked, turning around and stalking towards him again. His body hovering over the reporter, who only smirked up at him. He had him now, he had him winded up enough to receive a well-selling headline, no matter what might happen in the next two seconds.

“Y/n has gained weight, what is your opinion on that? Will you leave her now because she’s no longer attractive?” He repeated his question, his eyebrows racing with a sense of success. Watching the other guy hover over him like some mad dog over it’s prey.

“I tell you what, you little scum. Nothing about my missus could ever be unattractive. So as long as you don’t get your fucking eyes fixed and shut the fuck up, you can stick that fucking headline of yours up your arse, you understand me?”

“Let’s get back, Liam,” Noel tried getting his brother away from the flashing cameras that were pointing at him.

“No.” Liam pushed him away, making Noel roll his eyes. He knew that Liam’s behavior would only make the situation worse, but once Liam’s anger was reaching the surface of his mind, there was no going back. “You don’t get to fucking talk like that about me missus. Nobody does, and if anyone else dares to say another stupid thing like that, one of you pricks can write a fucking article about what my bloody fist feels smashed into your jaw.”

The end of his shirt was pulling his body away from the crowd and into the building. Noel pushed him behind the closed doors, looking at him with apologetic eyes, he knew they wouldn’t ask him the same. They both knew it was only to wind Liam up.

And it worked, because a day later, Liam came walking into the living room to see his girlfriend sitting on the sofa, with her head pressed into the cushion, little whimpers leaving her mouth. Walking closer, Liam could see the wet patch of tears soaking up the fabric. The tears of his lover staining the morning.

“What is it, love? What’s wrong?” Bending down to be on eye-level with her and stroking her hair in comfort, his voices softened at the sight of her red eyes and snotty nose.

“Am I really getting fat? Are you seeing it too?” She asked, her eyes drained on his sincere ones widening in shock of her words. His eyes flitting down to the newspaper sitting beside her, the words boldly printed on the front, unable to oversee for anyone walking by.

“Jesus, love, no. What’s gotten into your head now?” he asked, taking her face in his hands. “You’re absolutely bloody gorgeous, the pregnancy only makes you hotter.” Walking around the couch, he kneeled down in front of her, hands resting on either side of her body and his lips closing the gap between them. “If I could I’d have you pregnant all the time,” he mumbled against her lips before letting his kisses travel down her neck and chest until the landed on their belly. His mind spiralling with the memory of when they found out, thinking back to when he felt scared about it all, but now he felt secure with the thought of having something uniquely their own.

“He’s gonna be the most loved boy in the world with a mum like you.” Looking up at her, his lips still resting close to her skin, he could see the smile forming back on her face, her hands tangled up in his hair. “You know what? I have an idea for a name.”

“What is it?”

She didn’t know what to expect to come from his mind, it could’ve been anything, truly. But when the name left his mouth, she should’ve seen it coming.

“We’re not gonna call him after one of the Beatles, Liam,” she answered as a reaction to the proposition.

“We’re not,” he argued back, leaning back and looking at her fully now, meanwhile she was watching him annoyed. Her eyebrows racing at her boyfriend’s sentence. “It’s not my fault Lennon is John’s last name, I didn’t name him.”

“Yeah, well, you’re naming our child though,” she pointed out the obvious, her hand gesturing to her big stomach.

“Come on, love. It’s just a little nod towards the greats, a little reference. A fun fact he can tell in school.”

“I had hope your obsession would lessen the more famous you got, now look where I am now,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at the name he wouldn’t let go. He wasn’t even willing to settle for it as a middle name.

“Have you got any better ideas then?”

“Choose any other name and don’t make it a Beatles reference and I’ll be fine with it.”

“Come on, love. Just think about it.”

She thought for a moment, before looking back at him. “Yeah, thought about it. Still not a fan though.”

“Please, it’s a perfect name. I feel it, it’s the one.”

“I don’t even wanna know how much you’ve already ‘felt’ in your life, Liam. You have terrible intuition,” she shot back, not willing to settle.

“What about this: I’m naming him Lennon and you can name the next ones however you like,” he proposed once more, trying to find a common ground.

“Plural?” She questioned back, her eyebrows raising.

“Gotta see you like this more often, and the pictures definitely ain’t enough,” he said, gesturing back to her belly.

“Aright,” she agreed after a moment of silence. “If you’re gonna name him Lennon, I wanna name our next child after someone I admire too.”

“And who would that be?”

“Noel.”

At the shape his face distorted into, she busted out laughing. Leaning forward to catch his hand and stop him from leaving, she didn’t stop. Unable to get the picture of fury out of her head.

“I’m just joking, I’m just joking,” she said, still smiling up at him.

“You think ya funny, huh?” Liam asked, looking down at her, challenging her words.

“Fucking hilarious,” she agreed, grinning and long forgetting about the paper of lies next to her.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“I love you too, Liam.”

Bending down, he kissed her once more, their lips perfectly moving like it was the first time they did. Small giggles still escaped her mouth, but he quickly made them turn into silence when he picked her up and moved them to the bedroom.

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Pedro boys relationship matrix

I don't remember how exactly this idea came to me, but this turned out to be a very fun matrix! Thank you those who contributed their knowledge to this idea! Commentary below the cut.

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Single AF

Javier Peña, Din Djarin, Pero Tovar, Young!Joel Miller

The first three are single AF because of their jobs. Javier is a workaholic in a dangerous job, Din's ship fits one person and one Grogu, and Pero isn't in a position to take a wife as a travelling mercenary.

Young!Joel gets a special shoutout. He doesn't have time to date because he's working hard raising his only child as a single dad on top of running his contracting business, and that's hot AF 🫠

Committed

Dieter Bravo, Oberyn Martell, Frankie Morales, Javi Gutierrez

There was a bit of debate around as to whether Frankie is married or not. As @imaswellkid points out, he calls his partner his "lady", not wife or missus, and he doesn't wear a wedding ring. To me, he's in a committed relationship, but not married.

It's Complicated

Silva, Joel Miller, Tim Rockford, Ezra

So this category is half canon and half conjecture. I haven't seen Strange Way of Life yet, but I think we can all agree his relationship with Jake is complicated. As is Joel's with Tess.

I headcanon that Tim's in an on-off relationship because he comes off as a workaholic (the takeaway in the precinct is a clue) who can't commit, while Ezra is so hard to pin down that it would inevitably be complicated with him.

Divorced/Widowed

Marcus Pike, Max Lord, Marcus Moreno, Jack Daniels

Thank you @elvenmother for pointing out that Marcus Pike and Max Lord are divorced and that Marcus Moreno is widowed. I will forever mourn my beloved cowboy Jack's wife and unborn child 😭

Married

Dave York

I cannot believe Dave is the only married Pedro boy out of the bunch. This man looks damn fine with a wedding ring on. Hopefully we get more married Pedro boys in this year's upcoming projects!

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THIS is why you keep FAILING to blend in on ANCIENT EARTH!

Getting stuck on Earth of the past is a surprisingly common occurrence for Starfleet crews. Between slingshots, Q, Devidians, orbs, Borg, kemocite explosions, rogue temporal agents and stray tachyons stuck in your ablative armour; we estimate 80% of time travel occurrences land officers specifically on Earth in North America in the 100 years between the 1930s and 2030s (give or take).

This is your guide on how to stay undercover until you escape.

What year is this?

Try not to ask this question. It is not something that comes up in regular conversation so it will look weird. Instead, look for a shop with large folded batches of paper on display. These will be newspapers and will invariably show the date in the corner of the front page. 

If you have 24th-century technology, you might also be able to tell from the level of pollution or radiation in the atmosphere, or from astrometric readings.

Continue to check the news for more information about this era, its society and historical events that you may be influencing.

Where are you from?

Try not to be specific lest they know the place and ask if you know someone there. Keep it to a general “up north”. If you’re quite far north already, substitute with “down south”.

If you stand out a fair bit, suggest that you are from France (unless you are in France, of course, but this is statistically unlikely). But do not suggest your Vulcan officer had a rice-picking incident or that you are a secret agent; such stories may be read as too outlandish. Plan your cover as soon as possible and research your era and location to get your facts straight.

Funny looking pyjamas

People of this era consider Starfleet uniforms to look like pyjamas. Go with that and say you had to leave your flat in the middle of the night due to a fire or an argument with the “missus”. This is also a good opportunity to appeal for advice on where you can find replacement clothes. 

If necessary, do not be afraid of stealing period-appropriate clothes to maintain your cover. It may not be moral, but you will be less disruptive to the timeline by stealing a shirt than walking around in full uniform. 

You should avoid high-security places when committing theft without technological aid; interacting with law enforcement can be deadly in this era. This is especially true for officers who cannot pass as humans of the local dominant ethnic group; these individuals should lay low as much as possible.

Non-human officers

The unexpected nature of time travel may preclude preparation for non-humans to hide their more obvious alien features. Some species (Betazoids, Deltans, Baku) can easily pass as humans and will have no problem blending in. Others may pose a challenge. Here are ideas of how to stay covert;

Vulcans, Romulans: Wear a hat, sweatband or long hair to cover your ears and eyebrows.

Bajorans: A band-aid over the nose and pass it off as an injury.

Trill: Pass off your spots as tattoos or wear a hood to cover the sides of your head.

Former Borg: Pass off your implants as jewellery or a body mod. Draw on some extra tattoos to add to the effect. Alternative communities can provide great cover to non-humans due to their non-conformity with the dominant society.

Orions, Andorians, Bolians: Add makeup and glitter to your face and say you’re going to a festival (Andorians should also wear a hat for the antenna - pick a flashy one to add to the festival aesthetic).

Cardassians, Ferengi, Klingons etc.: This is a lot harder. These species should stay hidden as much as possible unless there is a “comic book convention” in town. In this case, steal a lanyard and offer to pose for a photo to anyone who gets suspicious. They will assume you are in an elaborate costume seeking attention

These later examples will protect officers in casual interactions but will be out of place if entering more formal environments.

Zippers

Clothing items and bags on Earth often used a device called a “zipper” formed of metal teeth. You placed the ends together then pulled a tog up to close the two sides of the fabric. You won’t be familiar with these because they have been banned by the 2274 Oddenbery Accords after zippers were instrumental in the collapse of space-time in the Kandari sector that cost 6 million lives. 

It goes without saying that 20th-century humans should not be made aware of the mortal danger zippers pose to the universe or you may alter the timeline. Holographic versions are safe to use if you wish to practice their function and blend in.

Currency

Old Earth still relied on capitalist economics and the use of currency which had no intrinsic value. This currency often took the form of circles of decorated metal and printed slips of paper; in later decades it was also electronic, traded via plastic rectangles. The plastic rectangles will be unobtainable to you (and if stolen, would allow your movements to be tracked) but you should be aware of their purpose. 

Currency was required to even access the most essential services such as shelter and food so your first priority should be acquiring some of these scraps of paper. 

Theft: Ideally you don’t want to steal from individuals. Poverty was widespread and you could impact someone's life significantly. Instead, if safe to do so you should aim to steal from an institution such as a bank’s currency dispenser (such companies would not be impacted by small-scale theft due to something called “insurance”).

Trade: If you have on you something that holds an intrinsic value that does not contain components from the future, consider taking it to a “Porn Shop”. Tell the shop owner you have something to sell and you can obtain legal tender from them. 

Labour: Those at the bottom of the socio-economic hierarchy obtained currency via performing labour for most of the day. Your best bet is irregular work such as cleaning; this will give a very low return of currency despite intense labour but it is your best way to stay under the radar.

Gambling: Humans of this century gambled a great deal more than they had the resources to. If you have an unfair natural advantage in the games they play then you should find people willing to place a wager. Humans bet on anything, from animal races to elections or their whole economy.

Humans were particularly attached to their money and gave it names like “Abe” or “Benjamin” to create a bond with it. You should come up with your own (human) names for any money you obtain to blend in with capitalist exchanges.

Note that this region was fond of “tipping”. This is when low-wage staff were given extra money by the customer beyond the stated value of the service to compensate for their employer paying their staff less than that needed to survive. This will often be indicated by holding out a hand or a quiet cough.

Colourful metaphors

Profanity is common on old Earth in a way that is seen as inappropriately aggressive today. Nobody pays any attention to you if you don't swear every other word. So you may need to employ some yourself in casual conversation to truly blend in. Many words used then are now automatically censored by our universal translators such as ****, ****, ***** him, go **** yourself up your ******* *******, **** ** ***** **** then ***, and *. 

Transport

North America of this era was obsessed with a highly inefficient and dangerous form of personal transport known as the automobile (or “car”). These will likely end up being your primary form of transport and being a proficient driver of these vehicles is important for blending in. So you best spend an hour on the holodeck familiarising yourself with the control scheme of its interior.

Mass transit also existed, though due to chronic underinvestment in the regions you are statistically most likely to arrive in, you may find it difficult to obtain. The most common of these are “buses” which are large automobiles capable of moving around 50-100 people at a time along major routes. Usage will require currency; be sure to check the fare before boarding as some may require “exact change” to be provided.

And the timeline?

Let’s leave that side of things to the boys at the Department for Temporal Investigations. But what we will say is that this era is particularly savage. You may be tempted to right injustices left, right and centre (there are a lot) but if you, say, save a woman from getting killed by one of those deadly automobiles we mentioned then you could find out that the whole timeline is thrown off course. 

So follow these tips, keep your head down and look for a way home. That is unless you cause the death of a pivotal revolutionary figure and need to take their place to restore the timeline. Naturally.

What tips do you have for passing as a local on ancient Earth? Let us know below and Follow us for more essential tips in your Starfleet career!

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Ch. 18 The Dinner Part One

“So—family.” “Family,” she repeated. “You have to go see them.” “I reckon that is the case,” she sighed, fiddling with the knot of his tie.  “Do you…” James took a moment to consider his next words, “Do you need moral support? A sympathetic ear? An obnoxious but fit date?” Lily laughed, and James grin widened. “Ah, there she is.” He placed a kiss on her nose which she crinkled playfully. “So what is it, Evans? I’m a very versatile bloke as you know. I’m happy to be of assistance.”

First of all, Thank you SO much to everyone who voted Catch the Wind to the FINALS for best long Canon fic for the Jily Awards 2024. I am beyond grateful. Secondly, thanks for waiting on this one, I hope to be quicker on the next chapter as Christmas holidays rolls around---but I think this one is my longest chapter yet, so it wasn't for nothing!

Read on AO3 or under the cut!

Even before they got out of bed, before their small cocoon was disturbed by the peeking sunlight and the creaky jostles of their bodies uniting before facing the day, James could tell Lily was unwell. 

“Alright, alright—I have practice to get to so let's make this quick shall we?” 

James stood in front of the group of prefects with shirt sleeves rolled up, hair pulled in every direction from when, just an hour earlier, Lily had done just that—both too late to their own meeting to do anything about it. 

He tried not to let his eyes linger on her, but it was difficult. Ever since she had rolled away from him and out of his bed curtains, a heavy cloud had hung over her. The other prefects clocked it too, the twitter of whispers going around the group as eyes darted between the two heads with conspiratorial looks.  

“It’s come to our attention that the dungeons have been getting left unchecked most nights–now I know we all agreed to let everyone work in their own territory, but if things aren’t going to be done properly we are going to have to make some changes.”

He directed his voice to Sophia Parkinson and Alecto Carrow, the two standing Slytherin prefects. 

“So what is it, you two? Am I going to have to deal with this issue further or are you both capable of doing your job?”

The two exchanged glances, Alecto’s eyes flicking over to where Lily sat in the corner, face lowered to her notes.

“Sorry Potter. Wouldn’t want to upset you and the missus.” 

Sophia cackled. “Yeah, wouldn’t want you to have some sort of outburst– that would just be embarrassing.”

For fuck’s sake. 

In another life, he would have hexed them without hesitation—but now he just saw their antics for what it was: an instigation. Heaving a sigh, he opened his mouth to respond, but from the corner of his eye a flash of red moved with a jerk. Lily had stood up, hands balled at her side. 

“If you two have something to say, then say it.”

James’ jaw tightened. There it was again: that thing, that aura that had followed her all morning.  She was poised like a rubberband, stretched to its moment of crisis. 

Alecto let a lecherous eye drift over her body before cracking the smallest of grins. 

“Nothing to say Evans. Just curious if you plan to show any of your head talent to the rest of us any time soon, or if you’re just going to waste it all on Potter’s undeserving prick—”

She moved quickly, taking three deep strides until her wand pointed just inches away from Alecto’s forehead. He eyed the tip warily, but the other prefects jumped back, clearing away for the fight.

“Lily, let it go.”

But James’ voice fell on deaf ears, Lily’s pointed wand shaking slightly with rage. 

“What did you say to me?” She spat out, eyes sinking into slits. 

Alecto and Sophia pulled their wands too, a glimmer of doubt edging on both of their smiles. 

“Now that we are on the topic,” sneered Alecto, “Us Slytherins are a bit concerned. You see we’ve gathered that Potter here probably is keen on sharing you with his traitor of a best mate…we were just hoping even a mudblood like you would have the sense to let Black fuck you in the ass—wouldn’t want to muddle up that perfect bloodline you see—”

Wingardium Leviosa.

There was a flash, then a scream. Alecto shot up into the rafters, hitting the ceiling with a thunk. Sofia followed after, hitting her head against a wood beam and hanging unconscious in midair. Both of their wands clattered back to the ground and Lily moved to pick them up with an air of indifference. 

The silence was deafening. The prefects juggled a gaze between Lily and the two Slytherins suspended against the roof, all looking more shocked and terrified than the next. James felt their eyes turn on him next, demanding the same question he had been asking himself since the altercation began: are you going to do anything?

“Anyone care to give me detention?” Lily spat, pocketing the two wands. She turned to James, her eyes still harboring anger. “You can let them down when you want but I’m keeping their wands.”

James brow furrowed, unable to find the words that could quell whatever anger was stirred in her. She turned back to the crowd, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“Lily, are you—” But she clipped off his sentence.

“Ravenclaw’s patrol the dungeons from now on. Your new schedule will be posted later this evening. You’re dismissed.”

She walked through the crowd and out the door, not turning to give anyone a second glance. 

* * * * *

Marlene told him that she didn’t show up in her potions lesson, then again in charms. By lunch, James stared at the empty bench beside him. The cold, vacant space taunting him like a spectre. 

“What are you talking about, mate? I would have paid good money to see that.” Sirius bit into a scone and some of the crumbs fell into his hair. “What did good ole’ Carrow even say to her to get such a performance?”

James hesitated. “Er—I don’t remember verbatim, but something about me sharing her with you…some choice sex acts that won’t muddle the pureblood line….”

“Christ,” Sirius snorted, borrowing a muggle swear. “At least they could come up with something more original.”

James looked down at his untouched plate of food. He wanted to get the map from Peter and see where Lily had run off to, but something about that felt like a breach of privacy. He had spent most of practice running through the past few weeks, trying to find the source of her sudden anger, but things had been good—at least with all things considered. Snape was still a swot, but that was to be expected, and now that she was aware of all of his secrets, he was feeling closer to her more than ever. So how was it, that she could wake up, have a bleary-eyed, morning shag with him, then fall into some sort of stupor of contempt?

“I wish she would just talk to me. I’m her boyfriend,” he mumbled, not directing the words to anyone in particular. 

“Well I think she’s got a lot going on. Can’t say I would be in the best mood if I had to go see my shite family either.”

James' eyes shot up and Sirius froze as if being caught in headlights. 

“What do you mean?”

Sirius looked side to side, frowning slightly. “What do you mean, what do I mean?”

“You said she had to see her family.”

“Yeah, because she does. Next week I think—why am I getting the feeling that you didn’t know about this…”

James stood up at such a speed that he practically took out his goblet of pumpkin juice. Fuck it—I’m getting the map.

 Bounding out the door he could hear Sirius yell after him, “You and your girlfriend should really work on communication! It’s the cornerstone to all relationships!”

* * * * *

In all, she was surprised how long it took for him to come looking for her. 

“You know, I don’t really love finding out what’s bothering my girlfriend from my best mate.”

She didn’t turn, continuing to chop up pieces of fennel to the beat of the music that wafted from the corner turntable. 

“I was going to tell you—I just forgot.”

She could hear James scoff then walk over to the player, scratching the record to a halt. 

“Forgot…Evans, when have you ever forgotten anything remotely important.”

“So I’m Evans again?”

He walked beside her and placed his hand to stall her cutting.

“Lily. C’mon. Tell me what’s eating at you—why didn’t you tell me about having to see your family? Is that why you pulled that stunt today at the prefects meeting?”

She pulled her hand out from under his, face twisting into a frown. “A stunt? Last time I checked, defending myself from being sexually harassed could hardly be labeled as a stunt.”

James sighed, rubbing his temples. How long had it been since he had seen her like this—stubborn, confrontational, unable to see when someone was trying to be on her side…it felt like being back in fifth year again. 

“You know that’s not what I meant. I just—the Lily Evans I know and love usually has a little more restraint than that.”

“Well maybe I’m tired,” she whispered, voice thick. “Everyone else seems to have forgotten their restraint, so why am I always the one expected to have it.”

James stared at her for a moment, eyes going soft. Slowly, he reached his arms out to her, long fingers extended in invitation. 

“Lily, can you just—come here.”

It seemed so childish, like the baser need of a wounded animal, but she immediately fell into him—the irresistible vortex of James Potter always finding a way to have the upperhand.

Pressing into his chest, she felt his arms close up behind her like the fall of an enormous wave. He was warm and she pushed herself deeper, trying to gather up all the energy that he had to be so composed despite it all and take it for herself. 

“You need to tell me these things. I can’t just guess,” he breathed into her hair, pressing small kisses into the top of her head. “I love you. You are…the most important thing to me.”

“More than Quidditch,” she hummed against his chest.

“More than Quidditch.”

“More than Sirius?”

James let out a laugh and the vibration felt good against her. “More than Sirius—though don’t tell him, he will be devastated.”

He pulled her over to a seat and placed her on his lap, hand caressing the side of her thigh while the other stayed warm against her cheek. 

“So—family.”

“Family,” she repeated.

“You have to go see them.”

“I reckon that is the case,” she sighed, fiddling with the knot of his tie. 

“Do you…” James took a moment to consider his next words, “Do you need moral support? A sympathetic ear? An obnoxious but fit date?”

Lily laughed, and James grin widened.

“Ah, there she is.” He placed a kiss on her nose which she crinkled playfully. “So what is it, Evans? I’m a very versatile bloke as you know. I’m happy to be of assistance.”

She looked at him for a while. Where did this boy come from? She thought back to just a year ago, to the obnoxious boy who was crass and egotistical. If she put the boy from then next to the one she sat with now, would she even see the same person? Years of her life were spent lamenting his actions to anyone who would listen, agreeing with Severus when he would spit his name like it was a plague on the world. How did the world flip on its head so quickly and without her noticing? And how cruel to know that the person she was fighting for so long was exactly what she needed to feel like a real person: seen and understood and loved.

“All of those things, if you can manage,” she murmured. She let her head fall to the side and he quickly pressed his lips to the exposed skin, feathering kisses up to her ear. 

“Whatever you want, Evans,” he whispered onto her lips, “I’m yours.”

* * * * *

“Should I call them mum and dad? My in-laws?”

“Definitely not.” Remus didn’t look up from his book, reclining on his bed while Peter laid on his stomach at his feet, flipping through the newest copy of Seductive Sorcery. 

“I should at least bring them a gift—what do muggles like?” James twisted his torso in front of the mirror with a frown, trying to judge if Remus' muggle jumper was too plain for such an occasion. 

“I thought the point of you going was to be supportive—not to meet her parents,” Peter yawned, flipping the page with a bored flick. 

“I second that Wormtail—really Prongs, don’t go and make this about yourself. Petunia is bad enough as it is—”

James turned quick on his heel, facing the boys. “Wait. Moony—have you met them already?”

Peter’s head jerked from James to Remus with anticipation. Remus sighed and marked the page of his book, sitting up on the bed. 

“Yeah—been to her house a few times. Thought you knew that.”

From the floor, Sirius made a loud groan and covered his face with his forearms. “Fucking hell. And I thought you were smart Moony—at least smart enough to keep your trap shut when information doesn’t serve things.”

James put a silencing hand out to Sirius, eyeing Remus with an unreadable expression. 

“C’mon mate. You can’t possibly be jealous. I have to hear you two shagging every day, I don’t think you have anything to worry about—I just brought it up because Lily’s family, namely her sister, can be…difficult,” Remus finished, sounding blunt.  

“Correction—we have to hear you shagging every day,” Sirius quipped from the ground, rolling onto his side to prop himself onto his arm. 

James swallowed the twinge of jealousy that was indeed rising out of his stomach and let his shoulders drop. He didn’t have time to comb through all the harbored jealousy from a time when Lily was closer to Remus than she was to him. He was right—he was her boyfriend now, and he was the one now staring down an evening in which the cards all seemed to be stacked against him.

“It’s fine, forget it,” he said quickly, passing his hand through his hair, effectively mussing up any attempt to fix it earlier. “I just don’t want to muck it up. Lily seems really anxious about tonight and I really can’t be the reason it goes south.”

“Bad luck, then,” Sirius hummed. “If there’s one thing you do impeccably, it’s muck things up.”

He stepped down into the common room to find Lily waiting for him by the fireside. A smattering of students had been eyeing her with interest and as she turned to face him, he almost doubled over.

She looked good. Too good. Better than she looked at Slughorn’s party and that was already a record breaking level of fit. Now, she was radiant, her dress showing off every irresistible curve of her body and her hair falling in waves to frame her face. 

It was bloody torture. 

“Well well well,” Lily whistled as he walked to her, unable to help himself as he snaked an arm around her back and pulled her into him, “Someone has been shopping in Remus’ closet.”

“And someone didn’t mention that they were going to pick the most shaggable outfit they owned to go to their sister’s bloody engagement party.”

Lily stepped back and James felt his pants become tighter watching the curve of her breast peek out of the cut of her dress as she bent forward. 

“You think it’s too much? Marlene also said it was a bit sexy and I tried to tone it down but–”

“Hold on, Evans. If this,” he gestured to her whole body, eyes sweeping over her hungrily, “is the toned down version, what on Merlin’s green earth was the regular one.”

“You think I should change?”

“No, I think we should go upstairs and kick out the lads so I can show you how much I like it.”

“Yeah?”

Lily pulled him in this time, arching her back a little to press their chests together. One of her hands found its way between them and she made a quick pass over his pants which were beginning to tent. 

“Maybe if you’re good.”

She stepped away, walking over to a corner desk where a small honey pot sat idly and conjured her cloak to resemble a muggle coat. 

James took a long breath, hoping that none of the students surrounding him were close enough to see the absolute struggle he was going through to keep his composure. It wasn’t helping they hadn’t been seeing much of each other the past day because of quidditch practice and class—now he was about to meet her family…randy as hell.

“You ready,” she called, holding her hand out to him while the other hovered over the pot. A look of uncertainty passed across her face, the anxiety of the evening slipping onto her features for a flash before being tamped down again somewhere deep within her. 

“As much as I can be.” 

He took her hand, and the room spun. 

* * * * * *

Ok, so maybe she had done it on purpose.

Though it wasn’t for the fact that she knew it would drive James absolutely mad (though, the feeling of being wanted while otherwise being in a hostile environment did have its appeal), nor was it to out-dress her sister—what she was really looking for was agency. 

 She had truly meant what she said to James after the prefects meeting—she was tired. The Slytherins, her sister, the war—the days were starting to feel like a never ending parade in which her identity was stolen from her. The dress, as inappropriate as it was for the evening they were about to have, was her way of taking up some much needed space– at least that’s what second wave feminism told her.

They landed in a small wooded area just breaching what looked like a muggle neighborhood. Lily took a woozy step and then felt another rush from a new form of spinning, this time not from magic but from the grasp of her boyfriend who had gotten his bearings quick enough to pin her to a nearby tree.  

“Lily,” he pleaded, eyes round and glassy. “If you want me to behave myself tonight, you are going to have to shore up some of your irresistibility—I’m dying here.”

She could feel he wasn’t lying. Something hard and warm pressing against her abdomen as his body slotted between her legs. Up until this point she had just considered teasing him a little to keep him on edge until they could rush home at the end of the night, but now that they were so close, It was a tempting thought—shagging in the woods until the proper amount of time had passed and then returning back to school…it would be so easy to do…”

“Ok, yeah sure.” 

Calling his bluff, she pressed against him, mouth already open and letting her tongue lavish at the part of his collarbone which peaked out of his shirt. Taken off guard, his response was sluggish, hands moving tentatively to her bum and giving it a hard squeeze. 

“Fuck it,” she whispered against his pulse point, nipping there until James let out a soft groan. “Take me here—now and as long as you like. Fuck my family, you’re my family now.”

It left her mouth before she could think of the consequences. To James’ credit, he didn’t acknowledge it—perhaps understanding that this was not the time or place to unpack such grand thoughts. She was thankful because she wouldn’t know what to say otherwise— the thought really hadn’t occurred to her before, but now that  the idea of actually becoming his family was let into the world, it sat between them like a glowing entity.

James’ hand moved to the back of her neck, holding it softly while his mouth found hers, kissing her as deeply as he could muster.

“Fuck—Lily. Ah, fuck.” James groaned against her lips. 

“As much as it’s against everything I stand for to say this—I didn’t beg Remus for muggle clothes to not get use out of them.”

He gave her one last kiss to her mouth, then to her neck, before ripping himself away from her, clearly struggling with his own decision.

She eyed him warily, swollen lips parted and wishing to be enveloped again. 

“James Potter…turning down the opportunity to break rules and shag?” 

His eyes darkened, staring at her with a sort of hungry intensity. 

“Who said I was turning those things down?” A mischievous smile spread on his lips, eyes twinkling under his glasses. “I fully intend to do one or both of those things before the evening ends, thanks.”

He turned on his heel and walked away, whistling a small tune while wandering towards the treeline. She watched him retreat, a part of her wishing he would be himself for once and come press her back up against the tree. He stopped just at the clearing and his head tilted upwards toward something glowing coming from one of the nearby houses. His mannerism felt almost animalike. 

“Brilliant–TVs,” he said as she walked up beside him. She turned to look at his profile. His eyes were basked in wonder and the glow reflected in his glasses only added to the awe that riddled his face. 

“I didn’t realize you were a fan,” she murmured, keeping her eyes on him. It was moments like this that surprised her. At this point she thought she knew everything about him, having spent enough intimate time to be convinced that there was nothing left to learn. But he was tricky in that way—he presented himself like an open book when in actuality, he contained things beyond anyone’s imagination.

“Love ‘em,” he said matter of fact, not turning away from the screen.

“I love you.” The words slipped from her mouth and it caught his attention, turning to gaze at her with as much joy as he was staring into the muggle home. 

“Good, then it's settled.” His grin turned mischievous, eyes alight. “We’ll make sure to have a TV in our house after school.”

It was only fair, given what she said about him being family before, but it still made something in her chest soar. 

They started on a brisk walk down a row of houses that got wider as they passed, each one taking on a more estately look than the last. 

“Is this where your house is? James asked, eyes scanning the windows of each passing house to catch a glimpse of some muggle going about their daily lives. 

“Er–no,” Lily mumbled. It occurred to her that James probably didn’t get a real look at where she lived when he had visited– something that was probably for the best.

“This is a…nicer part of town.” 

James looked around, his brow knitted. “I guess I’ll take your word for it—can’t say I was focused on the scenery that day to be honest.” He gave her hand a playful squeeze. 

“Do you think your family will like me?” 

“No.”

His shoulders sagged, and she scrambled to reassure him. 

“I didn’t mean it like that—my sister and her boyfriend hate me so I just imagine they will share the same feelings towards you—”

James’ jaw tightened. “Hate you? How does anyone hate you?”

Lily shrugged, “How do the Slytherins hate me? They think I’m different and that makes me a blight on society apparently.”

She could tell he wanted to say something more, but they reached the address before he could continue. Lily hadn’t known what to expect—she knew that Vernon came from at least more money than her family, but Marge’s home was nicer than she expected.

On the stoop leading up to the home there were two grand statues of bulldogs and for a second Lily tried to recall if there were any football teams that a similar mascot. The surrounding houses were still decorated for Halloween with smiling jack-o-lanterns and orange and black streamers adorning columns, but Marge’s home was noticeably vacant of any festivity. The only thing inviting was the soft glow of inside light pouring through the front window. 

“Well–” Lily turned to James, taking a big sigh. “Into the belly of the beast.”

James cupped both her cheeks, stroking her jaw lightly with his thumb. 

“It’s going to be fine.The second you say the word we can be right out that door and safely back in my bed–or at least against that tree from earlier.”

Lily hummed, both options sounding way better than mounting the stone steps in front of them. She pulled herself up, slanting their lips together. James deepened the kiss, the urgency of his mouth proving that his collected demeanor was just for show—he also was looking forward to the moment they could be alone again.

“Alright, c’mon.”

Mounting the front steps, Lily knocked loudly and stood back to wait. Despite lights indicating that someone was home, there was no sound of a party from within, just the distant jingle of a wind chime from nearby. She knocked again.

By the third knock, James had wrapped his arms around her waist, entertaining himself by nibbling lightly at her neck while they waited. In some respects it was too good to be true—maybe no one would come and they could abandon the evening, get back to his bed or that tree or –hell– right here on the stoop and take advantage of some time alone. She didn’t knock again, closing her eyes and letting the feel of James mouth take over, his hands starting to wander farther down to the hem of her dress—

“About time!”

The door swung open and the light from the inside poured around Petunia’s figure, giving her a pallid and sunken complexion. James' hands stalled at the bottom of Lily’s hemline and he leaned his chin against her shoulder, a smug grin plastering his face, more amused than sheepish from almost getting caught. 

“What do you mean, we knocked three times–” Lily started in, but Petunia was already cutting her off, stepping out into the chilly evening.. 

“For God’s sake, Lily honestly.” Petunia scanned her whole body in such a way that resembled someone buying cattle. “This is what you’ve decided to wear to my pre-engagement.”

“I quite like it,” James piped up and both sisters froze, his voice breaking through what seemed to be a well understood dance between the two. 

“You like it?” Petunia spat. Lily watched as her sister’s stare raked over James, but unlike her own sizing up, her eyes lingered on his arms and shoulders. 

Interesting.

Petunia straightened slightly and stuck her nose in the air. 

“Who’s this?” She didn’t remove her eyes from James’ collarbone. 

“This is my boyfriend, James.”

“Boyfriend?” she spat, any lingering attraction to James smashed against a proverbial rock. “You brought your bloody boyfriend?”

Petunia’s face turned bright red under a mop of straw hair and from behind, Lily felt James give her bum a playful squeeze. Randy git.

“Look—I invited myself,” James said, straightening and taking a more appropriate stance next to Lily. “We didn’t mean anything by it— just figured the more the merrier. Nice to meet you, by the way.”

He sounded sincere and Petunia sized him up again, eyes blazing. She took a breath.

“Fine–but you don’t talk,” she pointed at James, “and you,” she turned to Lily, “don’t ruin this.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel and entered the house, leaving Lily and James to watch through the open door after her. 

James gave a low whistle. “Can’t say for certain, but I think you and Sirius might have a pretty close ‘worst family’ competition on your hands.”

“Maybe we should get both our families in a room and make them fight it out,” Lily jeered.

James barked out a laugh which echoed down the empty hall. Having forgotten about Lily’s outfit for the brief period of meeting her sister, his eyes dragged up her body as they took off their coats.

“Alright, I'll take it back—is it too late to walk out?” He pulled her in against the hard line of his chest, body emanating heat. 

Lily giggled, “Too bad. I gave you an out earlier and you didn’t take it.”

He made a groaning noise, pressing his lips to her ear. “The next time we are alone, Evans. I swear to Merlin—”

The door at the end of the hall opened again and an older woman stepped out. Her eyes zeroed in on James, a too sweet smile slowly unfurling.

“My,” she clicked her tongue, walking towards the couple. “And I thought the only surprise was that you decided to show up, Lily—now who is this gentleman?”

Lily placed her hand in his and gave a very sharp squeeze. 

“Phoebe—this is James. James—Phoebe, my stepmum.”

James blinked a few times, the cogs in his brain working overtime.

“Step…mum?” James repeated, very distant. 

Phoebe forced a high pitched laugh. “Oh it’s no surprise Lily didn’t tell you about me—she loves to keep her secrets.” She reached out and pinched at Lily’s cheek who recoiled.

“You’re looking tired dear—late nights?” Her eyes darted up again to James with a discerning look. “The last boy she brought home from your little school looked very tired as well but not you–”

“We should be joining the party, yeah?” Lily cut her off, giving another squeeze to James’ hand. 

With another sly glance at James, Phoebe turned and walked back to the door at the end of the hall.

“Oh and Lily dear, I meant to say. Let’s not have any…ah, flairs of dramatics this evening, shall we? Tuney is very stressed and you know how Vernon’s family are…”

“Right,” Lily responded, wooden and cold. The moment Phoebe slipped back through the door, James turned on her, eyes wide.

“Alright—which question do you want first?”

Lily blinked up at him. “Are none an option?”

“You never told me you had a stepmum,” James accused, frowning. 

“You never asked.”

James sighed. “Ok, valid—but correction, you never told me you had an absolute nutter stepmum.”

Lily nodded in agreement, and he continued. “And was she referring to Remus or—”

“Potter, if you are getting rattled by my family’s antics now, just you wait.”

James gave her a discerning stare, trying to size up the situation, trying to not look at her bloody tits. 

“So give it to me straight—how much do they know about us?”

James made a motion to his and her body as though that explained his question further. 

“D’you mean magic or our relationship?”

“How about both?”

Lily gave a defeated sigh, chewing at her bottom lip. “Let’s put it this way: my sister is right, the less you say, the better.”

* * * * * *

Before he visited Lily that Summer, James had never stepped foot in a muggle home. Yes, he would visit Remus who had the occasional muggle invention lying around from his mum, but  otherwise he had not put much thought into what could possibly be so different from the two worlds—homes were homes, muggles just as human as any wizard. What could be more different than just a few pieces of metal machinery and a lack of a house elf to aid with the chores?

Stepping through the door, he was overtaken with an otherworldly sensation. The room was a clash of interests: walls filled with static photos of bulldogs opposing an ornate dining table that was dressed with gaudy flower arrangements of pinks and reds. On the table were plates of food that seemed to be encased in some kind of gelatin, some of which were shaped in various molds that jiggled lightly from even the smallest change in the air. Various meats were ground and molded to look like their animals of origin, most notably a pig's head which used olives for eyes. If that wasn’t enough, a buzzing sound poured down on them from a chandelier filled with bulbous glass tubes, leaving the candle sticks adorning the spread unlit and unneeded.

James instinctively wrapped an arm around Lily’s waist, buoying her against him as the only sense of stability in his new surroundings. 

The rest of the guests congregated in a small sitting area on the far side of the room. James’ eye immediately went to the modest TV set, wishing that it was on and creating a distraction. Seven sets of eyes pierced back at them.

“Ahem. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, Marge—this is my sister, Lily.”

James took stock of the group. Even if he didn’t already have the pleasure of meeting Petunia and Phoebe beforehand, he could have easily parsed who was from Vernon’s side and who wasn’t. The Dursleys all were heavier set with a distinct air of haughtiness not unlike the many pureblood wizarding families he had been forced to rub shoulders with in his lifetime. A thin, loping sort of man hovered by the drink cart, using their entrance as a distraction to pour a clear liquid far too close to the top of his glass before dropping in two olives. 

“Thank you for inviting us—so sorry we are late,” Lily said. He could hear the fake sincerity in her voice, masking an anxiety he imagined was similar to his own.

“This is James—I hope you don’t mind that I brought him along.”

James ignored the distinct feeling of being up for auction and flashed his most convincing smile–the kind he reserved for dinner parties with his parent’s colleagues. 

“Charmed to meet you all,” he said, but as the words left his mouth, he felt Lily’s hand stiffen against his back. Of all the faces in front of him, the only amicable one was Phoebe’s, who took the chance to rake her eyes over his body again like a piece of meat. 

“Lily didn’t realize this was a closed invitation for family only,” Petunia spat, crossing her arms against her chest. “But it can’t be helped—please, let's take our seats.”

As the group moved over to the dinner table, the thin man with the drink plodded his way over to them, taking Lily’s face with a heavier hand than needed and planting a wet kiss on her cheek. 

“And how’s my lovely Lily doing? You alright at your special school?”

Lily’s eyes darted around the room, lowering her voice. “It’s fine, Dad. Uhm, could we not talk about my sch–”

But Lily’s dad turned on James, eyes lingering on where his hand had not left her waist. 

“And you—can’t say I knew about you. Imagine you also do the same kind of funny little things that—”

Phoebe appeared beside her husband, grabbing at his drink arm so it sloshed a bit onto the carpet. “Oh, what are we talking about in such low voices? Hopefully not scaring poor James off already—Lily will never be able to find another like him.”

She gave James a wink that made him wish he was the one with the over poured drink. 

“That’s kind of you to say, but I’d be the sore loser if she ever left me,” James said with a casual ease. “Lily is the biggest catch of our school.”

“And what school is that, exactly?” One of the portly women who James had figured was from Vernon’s side walked up to the group, casting a discerning eye at Lily’s dress.

“Er–” All the fake confidence and ease James had mustered flushed out of him. Normally he was an impeccable liar, but that was when he was in his element. It dawned on him that lying to muggles might not be in his wheelhouse…

“An alternative school—it’s in the Scottish highlands. Very exclusive,” Lily retorted. The response sounded rehearsed, like she had said it many times before this. 

The portly woman gave a smile that looked more hostile than warm. “Alternative, you say? What, is it some kind of hippie, new age bunk then?”

“I guess you could say that,” Lily murmured through gritted teeth. James could feel her hand tighten again on his back. 

“ A boy this handsome at a hippie school?” Phoebe retorted. “Then I was right, Lily really is very very lucky to have found you—you’re much to fit to be–”

“We should sit.” Lily broke in, pulling James in the direction of the table. He wished he could get five seconds alone with her to regroup what the bloody hell was going on. He knew that Petunia would be bad—Vernon similar—but Remus had not let on that Lily’s home life would be as colorful as it was. Now it was making more sense why she had always been so tight lipped about them.

Up until this point James had been treading water—not safely coasting on the surface, but not drowning either. With various wizarding dinner parties his parents threw and the occasional kooky relative three times removed, James figured he could stand about anything barring a full on sexual assault from the stepmum or a verbal attack towards Lily on her sister’s part. But the thing he had not planned for was Lily herself. As they sat for dinner, the deep V in her dress fanned out a bit more, letting a full glimpse of the side of her breast peek out. Just the suggestion of her soft skin and hardened nipple being right there doing something awful to the wiring in his brain. She had to have done it on purpose—taking a page out of Sirius’ book and sabotaging an already cursed evening with the express intent of chaos. Whatever the case, he could hardly focus on the food in front of him, watching the dress shift as she moved, giving and removing bits of swelled skin like a teasing act.

“So, Lily. What are your plans for after school? Your father says you will be graduating soon.”

 It was the first time James had heard Vernon speak all evening. For a bloke who was attending his own engagement party, he seemed more annoyed by the event than anything else. 

“Uhm, I–” But Petunia cut her off ( a common occurrence, it seemed) taking her fiancé-to-be’s hand and squeezing it tightly. 

“Nothing—Unlike some of us, Lily has not always been so zealous with her future.”

It was enough for James to peel his eyes away from his girlfriend. 

“What do you mean,” James stared quizzically, “Lily is the hardest working person I know. She’s absolutely brilliant.”

A hush went through the room. Under the table, a hand moved onto his thigh, giving him a loving squeeze. 

Petunia’s eyes glowered back, her voice going low. “I would hardly call the things that go on at that school hard working.”

James stared incredulously, looking around the room at each person. No one said anything, eating their food in a tense silence, letting Petunia take her jabs as she saw fit. 

Vernon spoke up again, dabbing some gravy from his moustache. “I agree. I don’t know what goes on at your particular school but this alternative lifestyle bunk that has been sweeping the world these days is absolutely mad—just an excuse for freeloaders to take drugs and leech off their hard working families.”

“Is that what you think I do? Leech?” Lily seethed under her breath. The heat of her hand on his thigh disappeared and she began to stand up. 

“Excuse me—I need to use the toilet.”

She wandered out of the door, leaving James unguarded. 

“An interesting girl, your sister,” the younger of the Dursley’s piped up, chewing her food loudly. “A shame really. She could have such a good future—”

James coughed loudly, wondering if they were dumb or just didn’t care that he was still there. 

From across the table, Lily’s father rolled the bottom of his tumbler around the table idly, watching the olives spin in the liquid.

“You know James, must say you are a step up from the other boy that kept coming around–what was that bloke’s name again, Tuney? Seth? Severell?

Snape. He’s talking about Snape. 

James wiped his mouth and stood up, pushing an anxious hand through his hair. 

“Er, sorry. Mind if I go out for a smoke?” It was a solid lie that he was quite proud of himself for. 

Petunia scrunched up her nose in disgust, but otherwise said nothing. James slipped out the door into the hall. 

* * * * *

She felt bad leaving him in there to fend for himself, but she didn’t have any other option. 

Her family was easy to manage when she was just by herself—she could let their mean spiritedness and her Dad’s ignorance wash over her like an evening chill, but with James there, it took on a whole new life. What could he possibly think of her now? Of where she had come from? She thought back to everything she knew about James' upbringing: a wealthy, well-to-do wizarding family that was kind hearted enough to take in strays like Sirius and Remus whenever they needed…she wouldn’t be shocked to find James fled by the time she made it back to the table.

A sharp knock pounded at the door, awakening her from her spiral. 

“Lily–open up.” 

There was another bang, and she turned to open the door, wondering if he was mad he was left with such horrid company or worse, no longer wanted anything to do with her. 

He’ll probably be a blood purist after tonight—seeing the state of this lot. 

She opened the door and James slid in, eyes wide and dark.

“James I’m so sorry, I–”

He crowded her against the sink, pressing his hips flush against hers. His hands moved quickly, one reaching around to grab her bum and lift her onto the countertop and the other around her waist to keep her from falling back. He pressed his face into the open slot of her dress, dragging wet kisses down her sternum.

“You are so fucking incredible,” he panted into her skin, turning his head to nose at the fabric hiding one breast. “Your family are a bunch of arseholes. How can they not to see how fucking fantastic you are.”

A finger hooked the lining of her dress and pulled it aside. The creamy curve of her breast culminating in the rosy peak of her tit, hard just like he had imagined while watching her at the dinner table. He dragged his teeth lightly over the blunt tip, gaining a moan from Lily before taking it into his mouth and flattening his tongue against it. 

She hummed in response, her legs wrapping around his waist, pooling her dress up to her hips so the lace of her knickers peeked out. All the fear of losing him melted from his touch and she leaned back farther, arching her back to the cyclical movement of his tongue on her nipple, his other hand now hitching her thigh higher.

“Now I know I was right. They are just jealous. It’s the only explanation–”

The memory of him calling Petunia jealous in that empty classroom flashed through her mind. It had only been a year since they had been in that room, learning to be vulnerable and open and friendly for the first time. Could the Lily in that memory even comprehend the idea of being pressed up against Marge Dursley’s powder room sink by the same boy a year later?

“James–” 

From her chest, his eyes glanced upwards, “If you are about to ask me to stop, then just don’t, Evans,” he called up to her, moving to the other side of her chest. 

“It’s clear you don’t get the recognition you deserve around here—I’m about to change that.I’m about to fucking worship you.”

Something hard pressed against the center of her knickers, making her gasp. James had leaned forward, the straining outline of his erection putting pressure right where her body was already begging for him.

Surprising both of them, she reached down and tugged at his belt, chest heaving under James’ open mouth which had begun adding teeth into the equation as he wandered from breast to breast. 

“You better make it quick then, Potter. I’ve been wanting you all day.”

Something clicked inside him and he moved up to her mouth, holding the back of her neck with a firm hand as they melted together, teeth and tongue fighting for dominance. She made quick work of his belt, shoving a hand down the front of his open trousers to palm the thick base of his cock. The moan he made inside her mouth was absolutely sinful, eyes snapping open, then widening in realization. 

He wrenched her hand out of his pants, but before she could let her confidence waver, she was being flipped around, feet placed back on cold tile and eyes meeting a matching pair through the reflection of the mirror. 

“Look how lovely you are. How lovely and perfect and bloody sexy…”

Her hands grasped the basin of the sink as his hips pressed in from behind, his cock flush again against her center. His hips waved forward, bucking instinctively and she watched the friction zap all the way to her face, her mouth unhinging and eyes going glassy in the mirror. From above her bent body, James stared down at her reflection with a blown out expression, wetting his lips from the sight of her watching herself, rosy tits peeking out from the sides of the fabric in heaving gasps.

“Fucking hell,” James panted out, hands grasping at her waist while his hips make another wave against her. “Just look at you—I can’t believe I get to kiss you—to shag you. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

He leaned forward, a hand finding the small of her back and pressing down with a light touch so she arched underneath. Swollen lips reaching her ear, he gave a soft flick to her earlobe. 

“I didn’t put a silencing spell on the room so we are going to have to be quiet—but fuck Lily. I need to touch you now. Please say I can touch you.”

She watched his face in the mirror, eyes completely dilated and darkened with a want that went beyond any earthly possession. 

“Yes—fuck me.”

His chuckle quickly disintegrated into a moan, not waiting any longer to pull aside her knickers and sink an exploratory finger into her. She let out a mewling gasp, mouth opening wider in the mirror to the feel of another finger entering her, then curling in tandem inside. 

“Christ, that feels good,” she called out, not realizing how loud her voice would carry. James shushed her, a haughty smile lingering on his lips and fingers working diligently, pressing in and out of her. His other hand moved slowly to grasp at the front of her neck and his eyes looked to her reflection for approval.

“Is this ok?” 

Contrary to the striking look of his hand around her, there was no pressure from his grasp other than the support to keep her head up to watch through the mirror.

“Yes—fuck James. I—”

“Lily!”

Three sharp knocks rapped on the door behind them. 

“What are you doing in there? It’s been ages.”

The handle shook and in the mirror she could see James’ eyes flick over to it for a second before skirting back to her face. His hand twisted inside her, a thumb reaching behind until it found the tight entrance of her ass and pushed in slightly. A triumphant grin reflected back as he watched eyes dilate into a heady darkness, head falling against his chest.

“Quiet, Evans,” he whispered. His eyes roamed her reflection, taking in the image of her gasping against him like it was the most treasured image in the world. She struggled to keep her eyes open, his fingers relentlessly working her. “You don’t want your sister to hear—“

“Lily! Vernon’s family is starting to worry! And where did your bloody boyfriend run off to…”

The handle rattled again, but James was quick, removing the hand from around her neck and grasping the door knob still. His hand continued to move inside her, thumb now carefully dipping in and pressing through her anal wall to tighten the work of his fingers on the other side. 

“James–Fuck, what the fuck—that feels—” 

She didn’t even know how to describe it. Good was an understatement—the pressure of his thumb only added to the mounting fire that burned inside her, pushing her to the complete edge.

“Come for me Lils,” He murmured, his breath tickling her skin. “Watch yourself come on my hand—be as loud as you want, I don’t care anymore. Let your pathetic asshole of a sister hear how good you have it. She might be the one getting engaged but I guarantee she will never be fucked half as good as you are now.”

If Lily had even a single coherent thought to use outside of the way James’ fingers filled her, she would have probably told him to check his ego. The door handle tried to turn again, but James kept it still, his voice chanting in time with the thrusts and curls of his fingers. 

“Come Lily. I can feel you’re close. Let me feel it, baby. God you are so wet—the second you come I’m going to be inside you, the second.”

It was as though watching herself in slow motion. Her eyes dilated, jaw going slack, and then she keeled over, a burst of pleasure rippling through her, mounting endlessly to oblivion. Her eyes tried to flutter closed, but in an instant James’ hand was back on her neck, his voice breaking through the haze.

“No, keep your eyes open. Look at how beautiful you are when you come. Look, Lily. Look.”

Her eyes blinked open. Heavy and clouded in imminent climax, her nerves crackled with pleasure. The sound of her sister just beyond the door, probably now able to hear them completely lost to her–only able to focus on her own face staring back and the complete fullness of James’ fingers filling every part of her.

“Come, baby. That’s it. Do you see how beautiful you are? I love you.”

She didn’t say anything back to that, but when he twisted his fingers one last time, his thumb adding more pressure from behind, all her synapses fired at once, and she did—she saw it.

[first-edition]

A Flowers Petal

When being teased for still being a virgin at Kaer Morhen geralt comes in and “comforts you” when he sees you crying.

Geralt x fem!reader

Cw- sex, p in v, virgin reader, 18+,

“There I was the sword to my throat but allas I am a Witcher so I swung back and killed him right there! Then as such as a reward the missus not only gave me the gold, but two fur pelts and the time for me to take her world! When I tell you I’ll be back to use it again boys! I’ll be fucking her back!!” Eskel cheers along with the others except geralt who rests his arm around your shoulders.

You scoff “eskel don’t talk of that of a woman. You were lucky enough to get the gold.” You say everyone laughs, including geralt.“Oh yeah yeah y/n you’re one to talk, m’lady, Whalen the last time you had a good roughing, oh wait your flower is still intact! You a wolf travel lots I’m sure there’s a time you two have fucked in the woods to keep warm!” Eskel chuckles

“Eskel.” Geralt huffs “no no come on she must have her legs spreading for someone!? I hear her in the night. She helps me that’s for sure!!” He laugh everyone chuckles along with him.

You get up and begin to walk out of the room.

“Don’t worry darling I’ll check for blood on the sheets tonight!” He jokes you walk out of the room wipeing off your face.

“ESKEL!” Geralt growls “that’s enough.” Vesimer says walking into the room “there is nothing wrong with ANYONE still being a virgin! Especially a beautiful woman like y/n you all should praise the heavens above she hasn’t been violated! Now! Off to bed with you!” He yells

Eskel grumbles and walks off geralt walks after you.

You brush out your hair in your seat and sigh recalling what Eskel said. When a knock interrupts you you get up and walk to it opening it seeing geralt.

“Are you alright?” He asks “I’m alright.” You reply moving to the side so he can walk in.

“What Eskel said y/n-“ “no it’s fine! Don’t… geralt I’m scared of sex!. I’m scared of what happens before during and after, will it hurt will I not enjoy it, will I-….will I regret it.” You reply to him as you sit on the side of your bed.

“That’s okay.” He says kneeing infront of you.

“I feel so fucking stupid!” You cover your face in your hands. Geralt takes your wrists in his hands and looks at you.

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want too it’s your body your morals, you’re choice.” He says his golden eyes looking at you. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him he kisses you back hands resting on the side of you. He pulls away in a slight panic but keeps your foreheads together.

“Y/n..” “please…” “y/n you’re being pressured.” Geralt says “wolf.” You reply “if it’s with you I don’t have any pressure.”

He presses his lips against yours once again and pulls you up lifting you. Geralt places you on your back against the bed as he hovers over you still kissing. His hand roams you waist to your thigh pulling it up to his liking around his waist.

He pulls his lips away from you and kisses down your jaw and neck stopping at your chest. He looks up at you. You nod giving him permission.

He moves unties the front of your night gown exposing your breasts to him. You pull your arms up over to cover yourself.

“Y/n please don’t cover yourself. You’re beautiful.” He says leaning into you. “But…I-…I don’t have a big enough chest to your liking. All the girl who flirt with you in taverns are more than blessed.” You reply.

Geralt chuckles and kisses your forehead “annoying is what they are. I just want you and what you have to offer I don’t care about the shape of your breasts or body, no matter the scars or the bruises you are beautiful more than anything!” He says to you making you blush like crazy.

He pecks your lips and leans closer to your ear “now please love….let me show you” he sighs moving your hands the the side you oblidge exposing your self to him.

Finally to find can begin. His hand massages your breasts as he kisses your neck surely to leave marks. Pulling back he takes his shirt off revealing his amazing chest and mountain abs.

Forgetting sometimes how giant geralt is compared to you.

He runs his hands up your thighs gathering your gown as he goes and pulling it over your head throwing it off somewhere into the room. Now leaving you fully exposed to his pleasure.

His hand moves back to your inner thigh and he palms your clit against his rough fingers. You gasp at the sensation how different it feels from doing so yourself.

Geralt slowly pushes in one finger causing you back to arch as his finger bottoms out in you.

He begins to move it reading against the squishy bit inside you. Not knowing it could feel this good and it’s only hand.

“W-wolf.” You cry about already feeling the sensation of an orgasam he carfully puts in another finger and speeds up the pace. Feeling you stretch and fletch around his fingers makes his harder than he was before his pants becoming tighter by the second.

Your breathing becomeing ragged as you grab the sheets. Geralt pulls his fingers out before you can cum. You pant coming down from your almost climax. As geralt takes off his pants revealing his dick.

Out of reflex you cover your mouth and shit up slightly “sorry..” you say he chuckles “we don’t have to if you want I can keep fingering you.” He says placing his hand on your cheek. As amazing as he was you shake your head no wanting him even more now that he gives you options.

“Will-…will it hurt?” You ask he nods “only for a second. If at any point you want me to stop, or don’t like something, let me know and I’ll cease my actions immediately.” He says you kiss him smiling out of it. And nod.

You lay back down and open your legs for him. He rests in between taking in the wonderful sight of you. Rubbing his fingers up your slut feeling for you he spreads your lips and angles himself at you. He takes your arms and wraps them around his neck and shoulders.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if you need anything.” He says looking into your eyes you nod a slight blush forming over you.

He begins to enter you.

“Ngh! Ah.” You cry out shutting your eyes as his tip enters your tight cunt. “F-fuck.” He curses softly.

He continues slowly and in increments to let you adjust over the time.

“No no ah wait.” You say he stops “ill pull out.” He says “no!” You exclaims he nods “I-I’m okay. Just…y-you’re r-really big.” You say embarrassed he chuckles and nods kissing your face.

“Okay go ahead.” You reply.

Continueing his actions until he’s enough in for you to adjust geralt waits for your commands only wanting to make sure you’re well taken care of.

After a few seconds you nod at him bracing your self against as he slowly begins to move his hips back and forth. Tears form at the corner of you eyes and fall geralt whips them away and kisses your lips making you smile at him.

The feeling of distant pain begins to fade as you adjust to geralt size.

“M-more please.” You moan out geralt kisses you deeply and pushes further into you thrusting faster. Causing you to gasp and arch making him groan in pleasure roughly thrusting into you causing your nails to dig into his back. Surely making marks.

The sounds of geralt grunts and moans in your ear caus you the clench around him.

“Geralt..ah please Ah” you moan out to him biting your lip.

He kisses your neck and nips at your sweet spot he found so easily before.

“ah w-wolf!” you gasp 

“let go y/n, cum for me.” he replies thrusting upwards hitting your perfect spot. Geralt presses his lips against yours muffling a moan from you as you let go. the large rush of pleaurse hitting you shaking.

Geralt ceases his actions on you watching your ragged pants and eye lids fluttering. He kisses your forehead and carfully pulls out of you, panting not worried about finishing himself as he only wants you to feel good tonight.

He gets up and walks over to the desk grabbing a rag submerging it in the bowl of water and then rings it out and walks back over to you.

Lifting your lower half and opening your leg “y-you dont have too-” “i want to.” he interupts as he cleansyou off. putting the rag back where he found he goes back to you laying down cover you both.

you watch him contently “what?’ he asks 

“im assuming this isnt your first expeirence with a virgin?” you say “N-no…but, I love you, so its different.” he says moving your hair out of your face. You practically jump on him kissing him he chuckles. 

“you mean that? your really do!?” you ask he nods “I do I love you” he responds again you smile “I love you too.” you reply.

[pixiexbites]