#she really said that with her whole chest

[my-castles-crumbling]

boss - January 24 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 287

“Ugh, and he’s so fit,” Claire, one of Regulus’s coworkers, whispered to her friend as they all ate lunch in the brightly-lit breakroom. “Like, talk about the whole package, you know? Smart, attractive, a leader…”

From his spot by himself at a different table, Regulus snorted. 

Immediately, Claire sent him an icy glare. “What?”

 “You know you don’t have to worship him just because he’s the boss, right?” he said flatly. “He’s not that special. Actually, he’s rather annoying and obnoxious. And really not that attractive, e-”

But he was cut off by Claire’s squeak as her eyes grew wide and she pointed behind him.

“Hello, Mister Black.”

Regulus didn’t have to turn to know who had entered the room. “Hello, Mister Potter,” he said silkily, expression blank.

“Can you come with me, please?” the same deep, calm voice asked. Claire and her friend both gasped, hands on their hearts.

Sighing, Regulus collected his things and turned to follow the tall, curly-haired, bespectacled man from the room to his office. His heart was racing, but he betrayed nothing until the door was closed behind them and James turned to face him. Then, a huge smirk appeared on his face. “Are you angry at me, then, Mister Potter?”

James, grinning, crowded him against the wall, their chests pressing together, making Regulus’s entire body grow warm. “Love. I can take ‘annoying’ and ‘obnoxious’ and ‘not special.’ But ‘not that attractive?’ You wound me.”

Regulus just grinned, leaning forward to nip at James’s jawline and whisper in his ear. “Hm. How on earth will I make it up to you, then?”

And with that, he crashed their lips together, already thinking of a few ways he could do just that.

[artaxlivs]

I can't help myself - when art is this gorgeous, it needs a little story to go with it:

"Hey Stevie?" Eddie sing-songed as he crowded into Steve's personal space like a gremlin. He was always in Steve's space and Steve was starting to think it was on purpose. Like Eddie knew just how aware of him that Steve actually was. That every time Eddie's breath brushed against Steve's skin, Steve had to tense up to avoid a full body a shiver.

"Yes?" Steve asked warily, crossing his arms across his chest to keep himself from doing something that would give him away.

"How do you feel about Billy Joel?"

Stalling out from where he'd been hurriedly building a brick wall around his heart so Eddie wouldn't break it, Steve kind of sagged in confusion, "Huh?" Eddie waggled his eyebrows which didn't really help even if it was adorable so Steve clarified, "Like Piano Man? That Billy Joel?"

Standing up straight and pulling himself out of Steve's space, Eddie looked a little dumbfounded, and Steve would know because dumbfounded was his natural state of being around Eddie, "You like Piano Man?"

Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes, "It's Piano Man." When Eddie's expression didn't change, Steve said, annoyed or exasperated - possibly both, "It's like you think I live under a rock."

Eddie grinned. Steve's attention was immediately focused. He knew that grin. That was Eddie's I've-got-something-up-my-sleeve grin. The one that had almost gotten them arrested by Hop last week when Eddie had convinced Steve to climb the fence at the high school to swim in the pool since he still couldn't swim in his own. That grin was dangerous.

Before Steve could ask though, Eddie flounced away, curls bouncing, hands flapping, sneakers squeaking as he skipped across the tile and out of Steve's front door. "Not a rock, just the other side of town!" He said as he spun in a circle. Then over his shoulder, he promised - or possibly threatened, "See you tonight, big boy!"

Corroded Coffin was just settling in on the little platform stage when Steve and Robin pushed through the small crowd at The Hideout and elbowed their way to the front. Robin actually looked like she belonged there with her hair teased and the Dio shirt she'd stolen from Eddie tucked into her high waisted jeans. Steve had just thrown on a clean polo shirt and spent too long on his hair. No one was going to believe it if he tried to fit in anyway.

"Hey all you fuckers!" Eddie yelled into the mic as he surveyed the crowd and adjusted his guitar across his body. He was wearing ripped jeans ad his battle vest with no shirt. Just his necklaces dangling in the smattering of chest hair there.

He let out a wild scream as Gareth knocked his drumsticks together to count them in.

God, Eddie was so sexy and so weird. Steve had no idea how those two things went together but they did and as it turned out, sexy and weird worked for him.

Halfway through the first song, Robin was screaming and jumping around with all the other metal heads but Steve just stood there. He was stuck still, watching Eddie lean back as he ripped through guitar solo before bending forward again and almost kissing the microphone as he pressed his mouth to it and sang lyrics that Steve couldn't even really decipher. It didn't matter though, the words. It was the presence. It was Eddie's whole persona, weird and sexy, silly and sweet, all somehow still coming across even through the terrible noise of heavy metal.

"Hopefully you'll all recognize this next one. I sullied it up a little for you guys but at it's core, it's still just a song about a boy," Eddie winked at Steve and something warm sort of uncoiled in his belly. He couldn't move, couldn't stop watching as Eddie's talented fingers danced across the chords and another screaming heavy metal song filled the air around Steve.

Uptown boy He's been living in his uptown world I bet he's never had a backstreet guy I bet his momma never told him why

Billy Joel, Eddie Munson style. It was loud and chaotic, an explosion of guitar solos and drums. But because Steve already knew the lyrics, he could actually understand the words. And the pronouns that had been changed.

"Holy shit! Stevie, is he singing to you?" Robin yelled, far too close to his ear. "Are you the Uptown Boy in this song?" She shook him by the shoulder but Steve couldn't look away from Eddie. Eddie, who hadn't looked away from Steve. Eventually she gave up, throwing her hands up and dancing away into the crowd.

He'll say I'm not so tough Just because I'm in love with an Uptown boy

Okay. Okay.

Tucking his hair behind his ear, Steve looked up at Eddie through his lashes. He pointed to his own chest and mouthed, "me?"

Letting go of his guitar, Eddie grabbed the mic in one hand and twirled a lock of his frizzy curls in the other. He pulled the mic close, lips hidden behind it and sang quietly, "You know I'm in love with an uptown boy, my uptown boy." When he pulled away from the mic, he tucked the lock of hair across his mouth shyly but Steve could still see his smile lines on one side.

Okay. Okay.

Steve stepped up close enough to the stage that the toes of his clean white sneakers touched it. The platform was about a foot higher than the floor and Eddie met him there, right at the edge, bare sweaty chest heaving with exertion.

Reaching up, Steve grabbed the lapels of Eddie's battle vest and pulled him down, "Guess this makes you my downtown boy," and he kissed him. It was like something out of a movie. The music played on. The screams from the crowd behind him faded into the background. The loudest thing in the room was the echoing thud of Steve's own heart and the little whimper that Eddie let out when Steve slipped his tongue past Eddie's lips to lick inside his mouth.

When Steve pulled away, mouth curving up into a satisfied smile, Eddie made a little grunt of protest and pulled him back. He kissed Steve long enough that the tempo of the music changed and Eddie suddenly let go and shouted, "Oh shit! I'm the lead singer! I'm supposed to be singing!"

Grabbing Steve's collar, Eddie swooped back in and dropped one more quick kiss on Steve's lips and then he nearly knocked over the mic stand in his haste to get back to it.

Weird, sexy gremlin.

Sometimes you do have to stomp on your music taste to properly serenade your crush (the uptown girl boy)

[rose24207]

Heyyy, i’ve got an idea for a Lando x reader fic!

Basically Lando and the reader have been friends their whole life since their parents are good friends and they go on vacations together all that shit. And the reader has had a crush on Lando for some time now and what she doesn’t know is that Lando likes her too and one night they’re celebrating midsummers (or whatever) and he tells her he likes her and they kiss and talk all night and cuddle and stuff like that, but the next day Lando is ignoring the reader and pretends like nothing happened and goes on to ignore her for like a good year or two until one night they talk and he says he’s sorry for all that and they have their happy ending. Super angsty and sad but fluff at the end!

Don’t feel obligated to write this if you don’t want to, it’s just something i came up with and could never write myself (i can’t write to save my life) but i really like your fics and thought you could!

I‘ve missed this

Summary: Lando confesses his love on midsummer night but pushes you away for years before finally apologizing and winning you back.

Genre: angst, fluff

Lando x f!reader

TW: None!

A/N: DW girl I got your back!! again sorry that you had to wait! School is kicking my ass and I’m about to crash out because of my driver license (that shit is expensive af) English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist pt. 2

The golden glow of the midsummer sun bathed the lawn in a warm, ethereal light. Strings of fairy lights crisscrossed overhead, and laughter filled the air as family and friends celebrated another year of togetherness.

You sat at the edge of the garden, the sound of the waves from the nearby lake mingling with the music. Your eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on him—Lando Norris.

He stood by the fire pit, laughing with a group of friends, the amber glow highlighting his cheekbones and the soft curls that framed his face. You’d known him your entire life, thanks to your parents’ friendship. Vacations, holidays, birthdays—he’d always been there, your constant companion.

And somewhere along the way, you’d fallen for him.

It wasn’t just his boyish charm or his crooked smile that made your heart race. It was the way he made you laugh when you wanted to cry, the way he always seemed to know what you needed without you having to say it.

But he didn’t know how you felt. And you weren’t sure he ever would.

“Why are you sitting here alone?”

His voice startled you, and you turned to see him standing there, hands shoved in his pockets. He tilted his head, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

“Just… thinking,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Thinking, huh?” He dropped down onto the grass beside you, his knee brushing yours. “Care to share?”

You hesitated, glancing down at your hands. “It’s nothing important.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on, you can tell me anything.”

You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat at the way his eyes sparkled in the fading light.

“Alright,” you said, forcing a smile. “I was just thinking about how much has changed since we were kids.”

His expression softened, and he nodded. “Yeah. Feels like yesterday we were building sandcastles and arguing over who got the last popsicle.”

You laughed, the memory warming your chest. “You always took it, by the way.”

“Only because you let me,” he teased, nudging you gently.

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The sounds of the celebration faded into the background as you both stared at the lake, its surface shimmering like molten gold.

“I’ve missed this,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet.

“Missed what?”

“Us.” He turned to you, his eyes searching yours. “It feels like we’ve both been so busy with life lately. I hate that we don’t get to spend as much time together anymore.”

Your chest tightened, his words hitting a tender spot in your heart. “Me too.”

He reached out, his hand brushing yours. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you had to fight to keep your composure.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. “What is it?”

He hesitated, his gaze dropping to your intertwined hands. “I’ve been trying to find the right moment to say this, but… I like you, Y/N. More than a friend should.”

The world seemed to stand still, his words hanging in the air.

“You… what?” you managed to say, your voice shaking.

He smiled nervously, his fingers tightening around yours. “I like you. I have for a while now. I just—”

You didn’t let him finish. Before you could overthink it, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.

For a moment, he froze, and you thought you’d made a terrible mistake. But then his hands cupped your face, pulling you closer as he kissed you back with a fervor that made your head spin.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Wow,” he murmured, a soft laugh escaping him.

You smiled, your cheeks burning. “Wow.”

That night, the two of you talked for hours, sharing secrets and dreams you’d never spoken aloud. When the celebration wound down, you ended up curled in his arms under the stars, your heart feeling fuller than it had in years.

The next morning, you woke up with a smile, memories of the night replaying in your mind. You couldn’t wait to see Lando, to talk about what this meant for you both.

But when you went to find him, he was distant.

At breakfast, he barely met your gaze. Throughout the day, he kept conversations short, avoiding any moment that might leave you alone together.

By the end of the week, he was gone, leaving you with a hollow ache in your chest.

The weeks turned into months, and the months stretched into years. Lando’s career in Formula 1 took off, and you watched from afar as he became a household name.

He texted occasionally, but it was never personal. Just polite pleasantries, as if you were mere acquaintances. The memory of that midsummer night haunted you, the unanswered questions gnawing at your heart.

Why had he pulled away?

It wasn’t until two years later, during another midsummer celebration, that you saw him again.

He was standing by the same fire pit, his posture tense as he stared into the flames. Your heart ached at the sight of him, the familiar longing resurfacing like a wave crashing over you.

Before you could stop yourself, you approached him.

“Lando.”

He turned, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. “Y/N.”

The sound of your name on his lips sent a shiver down your spine.

“Can we talk?” you asked, your voice steadier than you felt.

He hesitated but then nodded, leading you away from the crowd to a quieter spot by the lake.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension between you was palpable, years of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your throat tightened, and you looked away. “Why, Lando? Why did you pull away? After everything that happened… I thought—”

“I was scared,” he admitted, cutting you off. “That night… it meant everything to me. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized how much I had to lose if I screwed things up between us. You’re my best friend, Y/N. I couldn’t risk losing you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, his words both a balm and a dagger to your heart. “So you thought ignoring me for two years was the better option?”

“I thought it would be easier for both of us if I put distance between us,” he said, his voice thick with regret. “But I was wrong. God, I was so wrong.”

You wiped at your eyes, the weight of his apology sinking in. “Lando… do you have any idea how much that hurt me? How much I missed you?”

He stepped closer, his hands trembling as he reached for yours. “I missed you too. Every single day. And I hated myself for what I did. But I was stupid and scared, and I didn’t know how to fix it.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. Despite everything, you still loved him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. “I’m so, so sorry.”

You closed your eyes, your tears mingling with his. “You really hurt me, Lando.”

“I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “But I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you’ll let me.”

For a moment, you hesitated. But then you thought of the boy who’d been your rock for so many years, the boy who’d held your hand when you were scared and made you laugh when you wanted to cry.

“I missed you,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if afraid you might disappear. “I missed you too.”

That night, as you sat by the lake with his arms around you, the pain of the past began to fade.

For the first time in years, you felt whole again.

Thank you for reading!

Taglist: @ipushhimback, @ladyoflynx, @lewishamiltonismybf, @cmleitora, @hmma3 , @same1995, @amatswimming, @llando4norris

[waitsobs]

THE LONG GAME ⋆˚࿔ chapter thirty!

When popular actress y/n l/n's private account gets exposed, it is revealed that she has a crush on one of the girls from the girl group katseye. y//n tries to de-escalate the situation, but makes it worse, and loses her chance with the girl. The only way she think of winning the girl over is by playing the long game. 

BEDROOM CONFESSIONS

When y/n walked into her room, she froze, her breath hitching in her throat as her heart skipped a beat. She had expected it to be one of her friends, but instead sitting on her bed was a girl with fiery ginger hair.

“Megan?” y/n questioned, confusion seeping through her words as her eyes widened. “What... what are you doing here?” Her chest tightened, as a rush of old feelings flooded her all at once. 

“I texted you, asking if we could talk,” Megan replied, her voice quiet but steady. “You didn’t respond, so… this was the second best option.” A small, almost sad smile tugged at the corners of her lips. 

“Yeah, I was hanging out with Minji. Sorry,” y/n muttered, her words feeling emptier than she intended as she quickly shut the door behind her, a wall of silence falling between them. 

She could feel Megan’s presence like a weight in the room as she made her way to her bed, every step heavier than the last. As she glanced she swears she saw Megan's expression falter for a single second as she sat on the bed, assuring there was a few inches between them.

“I saw,” Megan said, her voice flat, like she was trying to act nonchalant about the mention of Minji, though y/n could feel the tension in the air between them. She cleared her throat, her eyes drifting away for a moment as if gathering courage, before speaking again. “I came here to apologize… for everything. For blocking you, for ghosting you… I’m sorry.”

y/n cut her off before she could say more. “Megan, I already told you, I’m over the whole blocking thing. It’s fine.” But even as the words left her mouth, a heavy bitterness coated them, like she was trying to convince herself more than Megan.

“It’s not fine,” Megan replied, her voice breaking just slightly. She looked at y/n, eyes glistening with something that almost looked like regret. “Everything’s not fine. We haven’t talked in six months, and those were the worst months of my life without you.”

Megan’s words hung in the air, heavy and raw, pulling at y/n’s chest in ways she couldn’t explain. 

“And with the whole blocking thing…” Megan began, her voice trembling with the weight of what she wanted to say, but she was immediately cut off by y/n.

“Megan, you really do—” y/n started, her words sharp, but once again, she was interrupted.

“y/n, please, just let me finish,” Megan pleaded, her voice cracking on the last word. y/n hesitated, nodding in silence, her eyes unreadable but her heart pounding, waiting for Megan to speak.

Megan took a shaky breath before continuing, her words coming out slower, like she was afraid to say them, afraid of how they might sound. “I blocked you the first time because I was genuinely upset. You were pretending like you didn’t even know who I was.” Her eyes flickered up y/n’s. “And then the second time I actually don’t know why I did but now I’m wishing I didn’t.”

y/n didn’t know how to respond. She was frozen, She felt like she was caught in a storm of emotions she wasn’t ready to face. The silence between them thickened, each second stretching on like an eternity, neither of them moving or speaking.

y/n broke the silence, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Megan, I have something to tell you.” She couldn’t bring herself to look at her— everything felt too real. Instead, she turned her gaze away and took a shaky breath. “That private account… was mine.” The words felt like they had weight, a thousand emotions tied to them. “Everything that got leaked… it was me.”

When y/n finally dared to look at Megan, she was met with wide, searching eyes, with an emotion behind them that made her want to look away again.

“What?” Megan’s voice cracked, her expression a mix of hurt and disbelief. “Is that why you lied about not knowing who I am?”

“Yeah. When everything came out… I was scared. It all blew up so fast, and it was the only thing I could think of. I didn’t mean for it to go the way it did.” Her voice wavered.

Megan didn’t let her get any further. Her words were laced with something raw, desperate. “Is everything you said about me true?” she asked, her gaze piercing into y/n’s soul. “About you liking me?”

y/n’s chest tightened, the confession that had been lurking in the back of her mind now spilling out faster than she could control, but now that it was out in the open, there was no turning back.

“Yeah,” y/n breathed out, the words heavy on her tongue. “It was true.”

“Was?” Megan’s voice cracked with the weight of the question, her eyes searching y/n’s face for some kind of answer. “Meaning you don’t like me anymore?”

“Megan, I don’t know,” she said, her voice almost breaking. “It’s complicated. Between the blocking and us making up, and then you blocking me again, and us not speaking for two months... and then six months of silence... which, yeah, was my fault too... it got confusing.

Megan agreed, her voice quiet. “Yeah, I see how that’s confusing, and I don’t blame you. I was playing around with you and your emotions, and I’m sorry.”

Y/n let out a heavy sigh, trying to push down the knot in her chest. “Okay, you’ve got to stop apologizing now. I forgive you.” A small, reluctant smile tugged at her lips, but it was enough to let Megan know things were starting to between them were okay.

Megan hesitated, her eyes still searching y/n’s face. “So… are we good now?”

y/n nodded, her smile softening. “Yeah, we’re good.”

Megan's shoulders visibly relaxed, a breath she’d been holding for what felt like forever finally leaving her. “Okay, well then I guess I’ll go then,” she said, rising from the bed, but her movements were slower now.

Y/n quickly tugged on Megan’s shirt, pulling her back down. “Wait a minute,” she said, her voice a little more playful this time. She couldn’t help herself. “You wanna stay a while and watch D.E.B.S.?”

Megan’s face lit up at the suggestion, her smile spreading wider. “You really know me,” she said, laughing lightly.

The pair sat in comfortable silence for a moment, finally free from the tension. It felt like they were starting over, in a good way, and y/n found herself laughing a little, the weight in her chest lifting with each passing second. They were going to be okay. (Maybe)

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[pyeongstarr]

『０１:１３』 — 김홍중

⋆˙⟡ pairing/s: husband!hongjoong x wife!reader

⋆˙⟡ in which: hongjoong has been stressed and buried in work lately, leaving you two with no time to yourselves. but you did once bring up the idea of “free use” to him, in case he was really that desperate.

⋆˙⟡ genre/s: smut

⋆˙⟡ warnings: unprotected sex, free use, somnophilia, fingering, nipple play, creampie. hongjoong's needy and a pathetic mess lol.

⋆˙⟡ word count: 1k

Rolling thunder rumbled alongside the bellowing wind and nightly downpour. Hongjoong was drowsy, eyelids at half-mast, and ready to throw in the towel. The studio was enshrouded in absolute darkness, with only the laptop screen flashing blindingly into his eyes. For months on end, he had been drowning in work, one rehearsal after another, penning and composing, in addition to preparing for an upcoming tour. On the other hand, Mai, his wife, would always wait for him to come back home from work until she’d pass out on the couch, and he’d have to carry her to their bedroom. Both had been so preoccupied with their own responsibilities that they had not been able to spend time together in any shape, way, or form. He eventually gave in to the desire to rest and shut his laptop.

When he entered the bedroom, Mai was sound and long gone. Chest rising and falling with her hair splayed across her face. He hovered over her resting body, watching with adoring eyes, his hand brushed her hair aside. He undressed and slipped into comfier sleep stuff, slid into his side of the bed and nestled his face right beneath her chin. His arm snaked around her waist, and over her tummy. The smell of her vanilla-scented body mist crept into his nose, gradually easing him into sleep. Just as he was about to welcome slumber with open arms, Mai turned to face him, nearly engulfing his whole face into her breasts. Her arm lazily fell over his shoulders as she continued to snore.

They had been married for over 3 years now, and still, covered or bare, the mere sight of her breasts still drove him crazy. A part of her areola peeked from beneath the silk night garment. Hongjoong groaned. He was afraid of waking her but her position was compromising. He removed her arm from around his shoulder, and carefully repositioned her onto her back, which only made matters worse. Her nightdress moved a couple inches down, revealing just one nipple. It stared him straight in the eyes, challenging his restraint.

As he was about to yank the garment back up, his finger brushed her bare nipple, sending tremors running amok all over his body. He balled his hand into a fist, sighed defeatedly, then pulled the dress back up. He wanted to. He knew he did. But it felt wrong. No matter how much Mai had reassured him that she was open to the idea of him having sex with her while she slept, he refused. Said it was a team effort and both had to be awake for the rewards. It felt wrong despite being told otherwise. But it had been months. Months since they had touched. Merely exchanged kisses and hugs.

He needed her.

He pulled the garment back down, revealing a good portion of her breast. His mouth circled around the nipple as his tongue laved and flicked it. His hold on her waist was gentle. She groaned and shuffled, but remained asleep. His hand travelled from her waist down to her thigh, sneaking beneath the dress. The warmth of her inner thighs brought him some sense of relief. He pushed aside her underwear and dragged his fingers through her folds. The warmth of her slick cunt completely engulfed his fingers, as he sunk them in and pumped. Thumb gently rubbing circles over her clitoris and mouth playing with her breast. His lips moved upward to her neck, licking. Hints of sweat danced on his tongue. The twitching in his pants became more noticeable with every passing minute.

Desperation had finally consummated. He pulled his pants down just below his waist, his throbbing erection forming a tent beneath the sheets. Carefully slotting himself between her thighs, he pushed the underwear aside once more and lined himself up at her moist entrance. He gently pecked her on the lips, taking in the sight of her unconscious figure. She was a sure beaut. One that he loved like he had never loved before. A muffled, tottering groan fell from his lips as he bottomed her out. He drew his hips back, and softly thrusted back in. He buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, hips bucking back and forth. Bottom lip caught between his teeth, he was deluged with ecstasy. With each thrust, the sound of her wetness managed to quell the rustling of the duvet. He whimpered pathetically beside her resting head. It had been so long since they shared such intimacy, but unfortunately it was his to relish for now. She was always an active participant, but this would do. Lending her comatose self for his own satisfaction.

The longer he remained buried inside of her, the more moans would escape him. He grinded into her, his hips moving with precision. He muttered numerous ‘I love yous’, as if she could hear. The pleasure had overwhelmed his every sense, from touch to sound, he began weeping while canonising her, promising eternal allegiance to her very existence for as long as they remained together. His orgasm inched closer, his hips moved erratically, sloppily, thrusting faster as he chased that looming high. He buried himself deep inside as he coated her walls with ribbons of cum, dulcet moans leaving his mouth as they embowered the atmosphere, challenging the trickling of rain and humming of the air conditioner. He continued to thrust slowly, peppering her with kisses and dousing her in approbations.

He laid back down right beside her, retraining his breath. Mai was dishevelled, breast laying out in the open. Hongjoong covered her chest, and pulled the covers over their bodies. She turned to her side, throwing her arm over his shoulders like before, but moved closer this time, with one leg wrapping around his waist.

“I knew you could do it…” She muttered under her breath, dragging Hongjoong closer to herself, and leaving him appalled.

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[eclipseberrycake]

Poly! MoonBerryCake X Reader Pt. 8

AN: They actually got the bed from a tiktok account ran by Cosmo and Reader that's just them dancing in front of Teagan and Rodger's custody arguments. And rotoscoping.

This is a request, but is it really-

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five -> Part Six -> Part Six 1/2 -> Part Seven

☁ He was watching you.

☁ And he hoped you knew it.

☁ His high stealth made him a fantastic spy, even if that was a little tidbit he never shared with the rest of the group. He kept it close to his chest just for cases like this.

☁ He had stepped out momentarily to help Shelly with directions, since his room was the one she confidently knew the way too, sending her on her way before slinking back into the room.

☁ You hadn't noticed he was back yet, and that was for the best as it gave him hope that he'd get to see exactly how'd you'd been doing it.

☁ You've always had a habit of sneaking out when you're supposed to be on bed rest. Right after the pudding incident, you had done it at least 7 times, each one stressing out Sprout and Cosmo more and more. It was amusing in all actuality, making him chuckle from where he remained in his nest. He didn't do well with vomit, and the others knew that, so he was pardoned.

☁ That hadn't changed since you've been returned from being a twisted. You were accommodating for a while, letting them baby you for a while before you were ultimately tired of being pampered (oh, the humanity). So you had picked up the habit once more, trying to sneak away to the kitchen or the lobby.

☁ They, normally, would've understood this, however they took great care to ensure you didn't feel isolated, helping you wherever you wished during the day. Goob and Scraps visited all the time and you and the starters had game nights during the late afternoon where you could get some rest while also interacting with others.

☁ The problem was in the late nights and the early mornings. Runs had slowly started up again after your retrieval, now more focused on researching Dandy's twisted in hopes of getting some insight to the whole situation. There were a few holiday toons as well, but they weren't exactly a priority at the moment. These could go on for hours, and you would get antsy, stressing yourself out needlessly.

☁ Between him and the other two, it was mutually agreed that at least one of them would stay back at any given time as it wasn't feasible for all of them to stay back.

☁ That being said, you've been sneaking about to wait for them since, but none of them could tell how you've been doing it since they've been in the vicinity of the door if not in the room the entire time. It was easy to get past Sprout and Cosmo during the night after they fell asleep admittedly, but he was different.

☁ You knew it, he knew it, and he was almost convinced because of that you wouldn't try.

☁ Alas, you're foolishness knew now bounds as he watching you perk up from your device, eyes darting to the door then giving a quick glance around the room. He was in a corner, blending in with the shadows, so he's sure you're still recovering mind brushed right over him.

☁ It worked as you slowly crept out of bed, lifting the covers as if they were made of fire. Your feet just barely stepping on the floor when you froze, looking at the door once more. There were footsteps outside, two sets- they sounded like Finn and Shrimpo if he had to guess.

☁ You quickly retreated back under the covers, picking up your device like nothing had ever happened. He nearly broke his own cover by snickering at the action, hiding it behind the fur of his collar.

☁ When the steps passed and the door didn't open, you stepped out once more, placing your whole foot down before the second even dared to peek out. When it did, you moved quickly and more silently then he thought possible from you.

☁ You kept the device on and running, the background music chirping happily, probably giving the impression you were still in here playing if he was to check. Never mind the fact that he was already in the room.

☁ You laid your ear against the door, listening and waiting. He almost thought you would go right through the door, making him raise a non-existent brow before you were turning and climbing back onto the bed.

☁ He watched as you carefully removed the grate to the vent above the bed, jumping a bit before you were jumping into the hole of the vent and pulling yourself up. The grate was put back and he could only gape as he heard you scurrying through the vents.

☁ "No way- No fucking way-" Astro gaped at the vent for a solid minute before shaking his head and listening to which way you went. You were heading to the kitchen and he quickly rushed that way, nearly knocking into a few toons on his way.

☁ He threw back apologies but continued on, making it there only to see the other side of the grate open. He gaped in disbelief before shaking his head, moving to stand under the grate.

☁ You fell through, looking triumphant when you landed only for it to fall when you realized who had caught you.

☁ Astro raised a brow ridge at you when you gaped up at him, using a star shard to move the grate back. You look at him then down the hallway towards your room, then back to him as if trying to understand where you went wrong.

☁ You sigh in defeat after a moment of struggle, laying your head on his shoulder as he carries you back.

☁ "I thought you were with Shelly." You pout, crossing your arms. He grins, kissing your forehead as he opens the door to your room.

☁ "That was your first mistake." He snickers, setting you back in bed and making sure you're tucked in comfortably.

☁ He lays down beside you, dragging you closer to him with his arms locked around you. If you'd complain, he'd tell you it's to ensure you get only the best dreams, but he knows it's so you can't move until well into the morning when the others are back.

☁ Speaking of morning, Astro is the biggest snitch. He tells Sprout first chance he gets. You're in the middle of telling Sprout and Cosmo how it was an easy night, no worries, and no escape attempts, when Astro is piping up from where you were like a million percent certain he was asleep.

☁ He told Sprout all about the vent and before you knew it, you were moved off the bed, with Astro dozing on your shoulder, fuming silently as Sprout tightened each of the screws on the vent grate.

☁ That's fine, you told yourself. You had other methods.

☁ Proven the next night when Sprout's on duty. As dubbed before, he's a warden, just less tactful about it then Astro is.

☁ The one benefit you have over Sprout is that you're faster than he is. And that's something he knows you're betting on.

☁ He's taken the vent access away, so you're escape routes were basic at best.

☁ He even went as far as tightening the screws in the bathroom vent as well. Just in case. Your wounds were practically healed at this point, however the mental implications tended to linger as miniscule as they could be. The fact that you couldn't see Astro in the corner was proof of that. Pre-twisted you could've spotted him no matter what, but since the ichor was still being removed by your own natural healing, you were still missing a few things. But those took time.

☁ Which is why they wanted to keep a close eye on you for a little while longer. They just needed to make sure you were as okay as possible before you undid all the steps forward you've made.

☁ Better be safe than sorry and all that jazz. Or some other euphemism Cosmo would use.

☁ The problem however was that Sprout went to bed earlier than the rest of you. Which meant you had something worst than straight up leaving the door open. You had opportunity.

☁ So Sprout's idea was to tire you before his own bedtime so you were knocked out before you even had the chance to escape. And what better way to do that then a run?

☁ Not a real run, no he wasn't psycho, but recently they had cleared a few of the museum floors, giving them an open training area so to speak. And with a few promised treats, free from Cosmo's eye because he would never hear the end of it, Pebble was eager to help, which brough the other Distractors on board easy enough.

☁ It was almost comical watching as Sprout declared you as It and the others took off. You stood stunned for a second before taking off in the same direction as Looey, making Sprout chuckle.

☁ It didn't last long before Pebble was charging at him and you, unhelpfully. decided to inform him last minute that the rock was it.

☁ In the end, it had gotten him exactly what he wanted, even if there were a few other casualties as well. You were already falling asleep as he walked you back to the room, making him grin as you babbled about one thing or another. Sprout nodded along as you did, going through the motions of your night time routine for you.

☁ You were mid rant about how frosting was so amazing and you needed an entire bowl of it right that moment when Blu lept up onto Sprout's shoulder, making you gasp. "Our baby!"

☁ "Uh-huh, our baby." He hummed, wetting a cloth with warm water before rubbing it over your face. It made your face scrunch as you tried to back away, but his other hand on the back of your head stopped you.

☁ He helped you into your pajamas and made sure your teeth were brushed before laying you in bed, Blu jumping into your arms before he was wrapping the blankets around you tight enough you couldn't escape.

☁ He grinned at his handy work, going through his own bedtime routine before finally laying down, snuggling right up to you. You were already in dreamland, snoozing away making him grin.

☁ Easy as pie.

☁ Even better as he wakes up well before you do the next morning and ensures you're under warden's watch.

☁ Cosmo. Oh Cosmo. Now remember part 6.5, where I mentioned that Cosmo very quickly learned to assert himself?

☁ :)

☁ With the other two, he likes taking a back seat and letting them be the bad guys, but when they're out and he's left with his stubborn partner who is supposed to be resting?

☁ Not a chanceee. And the worst part? No one will every believe you.

☁ And Cosmo's stealth is high, so your ichor speckled brain struggles to spot him sometimes. And he takes full advantage of that. Constantly. Before you even get the chance to take off, he's there with a primed smile, too sweet and saccharine to be genuine as he kindly asks, "What do you think you're doing."

☁ So Cosmo is a little scary...It's for the character development. :)

☁ But you don't take that for what it is.

☁ Your first attempt is through the room's door. You manage to get it open a full inch before Cosmo is slamming it shut and leaning into your space.

☁ You take your retreat to the bed with your hands up and a small smile on your face.

☁ The second try is the balcony. That doesn't get you very far either as a hand catching your shirt makes you freeze. Cosmo drags you back that time.

☁ The third attempt you don't even get a full foot on the floor before Cosmo is popping back up.

☁ You're not brave enough for a forth try. It's almost comical how you've faced down every single one of the twisteds, Dandy included, but you're rendered docile by Cosmo.

☁ When the other two return from their mains only run, they're stunned by the sight of you, laying in bed and munching on a cookie while watching something on the tv in the room.

☁ Sprout has to do a double take, twice, just to be sure that is what he's seeing. Astro himself pokes your cheek a few times just to see if it's really you, giving a sigh of relief when you swat at him.

☁ Cosmo takes that moment to reappear, his own pajamas on as he waves at them. When asked if there were any more escape attempts, you nearly swallow your tongue when he grins and shrugs.

☁ "Nah, they wouldn't dream of it."

[wlwsoccerfics]

The best Pout (Alexia PutellasXReader)

Summary: you know exactly what to do to get what you want. how unfortunate for your girlfriend Alexia. Here are a few scenarios that all end the same way...

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"y/n, Amor mío, ¡no vamos a tener un cachorro!(Y/n, my Love we are not getting a puppy!)." Alexia told you. You started pouting right away.

"¿Me odias?(You hate me?)" you asked. Your girlfriend crossed her arms over her chest.

"okay no, that pout is not working on me this time!" She answered, but her face didn't tell what she was preaching because you could see she was close to giving in.

"amor de mi vida(love of my life), please. i will take really good care of the puppy! You don't have to walk it, pick up after it or do anything really." You let her know, biting down on her bottom lip now.

"ugh fine! But the puppy is your responsibility!" She told you and you kissed her happily.

guess who fell in love with the puppy you named Fluffy just as much as you did? Right your girlfriend, the same one who didn't want anything to do with it at first.

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You held up some sneakers. "I am gonna buy them!" You said in excitement.

"De ninguna manera(there is no way)!" she shook her head no. "you have over 100 pairs of sneakers at home!" Alexia added.

You let out a soft huff before using your pouty lips again.

"cara de angel(Angel face), i promise this is gonna be the last one...for a while." You made sure to whisper the last part.

"okay, but i get to buy the pants i really wanted." she said softly. you pulled her in for a kiss.

"that's an amazing deal!" you happily replied.

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"pink?! cariño, we are not painting the bathroom pink! It will look like barbie threw up in there!" Alexia argued. Or at least she tried to.

Good thing you knew what to do so she would let you Paint one wall pink. You saw it in a Magazine and fell in love with the idea.

"just one wall? chica. I mean you said we can give the bathroom a makeover." you answered. Pouting softly.

She rolled her eyes and sighed softly.

"yes love i said that. but i was having a light color in mind. something less...what's that Kids Show called...Peppa Pig...less Peppa Pig and more ocean side vibes." she explained.

You Walk over to her, pecking her lips.

"one light pink wall? And you can decorate it?" you suggested.

"that pout of yours is too good Babe! I can't say no! Fine let's do it!" Alexia answered.

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Your pout sure was great. It always worked on Alexia. But when she really wanted something she knew exactly how to get it as well. but that is a whole other Story. One for another day?

[burningembers91]

Knock at the Door - Park Gyeong-Seok x Fem!Reader

Follow up piece to:

Loving You From Afar

The Shape of You

Family Unit

The Artist’s Muse

Breaking Eggs

Synopsis: While celebrating what should be a special occasion, a knock at the door changes everything.

A/N: typed on my phone so there may be errors

It was hot today, the sun beating down on you as you laid out the picnic blanket on the grass. Your blue sundress matched Na-Yeon’s, at the little girls insistence. She loved matching her clothes with you, always making sure you had the same colours on. It made feel grown up, and she’d already firmly decided that when she grew up, she wanted to be just like you. Her crotched strawberry hat had been replaced by a cotton daisy printed one and she sat cross legged on the grass as you set out lunch.

Park Gyeong-Seok couldn’t believe how much his life had changed over the last few months, still couldn’t quite believe that he got to wake up every day and live the dream he’d always wanted. As he slathered extra sun cream on his daughter’s arms and legs, you caught each other’s eyes, smiling. He tactfully tapped his shorts pocket, making sure the ring box was still tucked safely away.

He’d known he wanted to marry you for a while now, and with Na-Yeon’s cancer now stable, he had a little more money to play with. He’d found you the perfect ring, a simple silver band with a single pink zirconia gem set in the middle. It wasn’t anything fancy, but him and Na-Yeon had picked it together, and he hoped you’d realise how special it was. He’d sworn his daughter to secrecy, telling her he was going to ask you to be his wife, and then the three of you could be a proper family. He wasn’t entirely sure she understood completely, but she’d been surprisingly good at the keeping the secret.

“What are you smiling about?” You asked him, settling yourself down on the blanket. Gyeong-Seok had been acting strangely the last few days, a cheesey grin always plastered to his face.

“It’s just a really nice day,” he said, leaning forward to give you a kiss. He was going to wait until after you’d eaten to ask you, but could feel the nerves creeping up on him. He just wanted to hear you say yes.

“In fact,” he said, pulling Na-Yeon onto his lap, “I think Na-Yeon had something she wanted to ask you.”

He looked at his daughter, giving her the nod to say what they’d spent several days practicing.

“Will you marry my daddy?” She asked you, giggling as your jaw dropped.

“What?” You whispered, your hands clapped to your mouth. “Really?”

You’d never imagined this would happen, had never thought he’d be ready to marry again. His ex-wife had left him so heartbroken, and even though you’d never spoken about marriage, you’d always assumed he’d never be ready again.

“Really,” he Gyeong-Seok smiled, pulling the box from his pocket.

“I picked the ring!” Na-Yeon squealed, making sure you knew just how important a job she’d had.

“It’s perfect,” you smiled, tears streaming down your face. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He slipped the ring on your finger, a perfect fit, and pulled you and his daughter into him.

“You have no idea how happy you make me,” he whispered into your hair, squeezing you into his chest.

You couldn’t stop looking at the ring as you ate lunch, the silver band and gem sparkling in the sun. It was so perfectly you, the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. You stared at it the whole way home, Na-Yeon gripping your hand, mesmerised by the way the light caught the pink stone.

You weren’t sure how you’d pay for a wedding, your finances already tight, but you’d marry Gyeong-Seok at a bus stop if you had to. You didn’t need anything fancy; you only needed him.

You were so blissfully wrapped in up the celebrations, so caught up in the love for your fiancé and his daughter, that you almost didn’t hear the doorbell go. You’d just gotteb Na-Yeon down, a struggle that required both you and Gyeong-Seok. She’d been determined to stay awake and celebrate with you, and very loudly rejected the idea of going to bed. She’d finally fallen asleep, through sheer exhaustion, and the two of you had snuck back into the living to open a bottle of wine.

“Are you expecting anyone?” You asked, pulling two wine glasses down from the shelf.

“No,” Gyeong-Seok shook his head, wondering if maybe your friends had arranged for flowers or something to be sent. News had travelled fast, and you’d already had a slew of phone calls and text messages congratulating you.

“You pour the wine, I’ll grab the door,” you smiled. “I bet the girls from the office have sent something.”

You pulled open the front door to find a woman standing in front of you.

“Can I help you?” You asked. She was a short, petite woman with sharp features and long, black hair. She didn’t return the smile you offered, peering around you into the apartment.

“I want to see my daughter,” she snapped, barely acknowledging you.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “I think you’ve got the wrong house.”

“No, I haven’t. Na-Yeon. I want to see Na-Yeon.”

Your blood ran cold, your hand gripping onto the door so hard your knuckles turned white. Gyeong-Seok couldn’t see the figure at the door, but he could tell by your stance that something wasn’t right.

“Is everything ok?” He asked, coming to stand next to you.

He saw the woman standing before him, the woman who had walked out of his life, leaving their daughter without a mother.

“Mi-Na?” He said, his voice no more than a strangled whisper.

This morning, Park Gyeong-Seok’s life had been perfect. And now, in one single second, it had all come crashing down around him once again.

[lostatsea-blog]

Bringing Home the Gold (Part 2)

Alexia Putellas x England Reader

Alexia starts to understand the mistake she had made

(Take two on this one as it was pointed out to me that the way I had written it was a little confusing to keep up with. If you have already read the first edit that I have deleted, please read this edit and see what you think)

Part 2

Alexia stared at her phone screen reading the message over and over again as though she could somehow force the words to change. She felt her chest tighten as the meaning set in, you were not going to return to Spain tomorrow but had said nothing else in the message. Alexia did not know where you were or where you were going to be staying and that caused an unnerving sense of panic to rise inside of her. Without thinking, Alexia hit the call button waiting anxiously but the phone did not ring and she was met with a robotic voice telling her the phone she had called was switched off. Barely waiting a second, she hit the call button again and again the same message blared through the phone. By this point, Alexia was desperate to speak to you and desperate to make things right.

The Spanish captain had been confused at first, not understanding why you had reacted the way you had. In her mind, surely you knew that it meant nothing and that it was just a friendly thing – Solidarity between two people in a difficult time and situation. She quickly realised that the rest of the world saw it differently when the first thing Alba did was tear into her. Alexia’s sister had pointed out that Alexia and Jenni had been the only two people on the team to swap shirts the way they had so it wasn’t a team thing it was a her and Jenni thing. Alexia had been disappointed when you declined her offer to go and celebrate as you were the only person she really wanted to celebrate with but she knew that she needed to give you time so did not push it further. When she had seen the papers the next morning, Alexia knew that she had fucked up. The internet, social media and newspapers were rife with speculation about what the shirt swap had meant. Some were speculating that she had split with you and resumed her relationship with Jenni or worse that she had cheated on you. Some of the comments had left her feeling sick. There were people celebrating the idea that the two of you were no longer together implying that you were punching above your weight and that Alexia and Jenni were soulmates. Alexia knew that she had to try and fix this but she did not know where to start and worst of all she had no idea where you were.

Sleep did not come easily to Alexia that night. She spent the whole night attempting to make contact with you. Every half an hour she would hit the call button on your number and every time she would be greeted by the same phone switched off message. Somewhere around 6AM she felt the tears start. Wave after wave hit as she realised that she might have just ruined the best relationship that she had ever had. When Alexia woke to a loud thumping on her door, she realised that she must have cried herself to sleep. Her head felt fuzzy and her face puffy as she pulled herself off the bed and stumbled across the room to the door. When she pulled it open her mother stood on the other side and again tears started to stream down her face as she allowed herself to fall into the safe, familiar arms.

Alexia’s mother had been shocked by her appearance and demanded to know what was going on. Alexia explained about your message and explained that she had been unable to make contact.

“Mami, I messed up” Alexia cried, wiping furiously at the tears that continued to fall. She was amazed that she had any left at all. “Now, I have no idea where she is because her phone is off”

Eli, as ever, tried to be the voice of reason and asked if you had mentioned when you were coming back but Alexia showed her the message and Eli knew that wasn’t good. When Eli suggested to Alexia that she go to Ibiza as planned to give you space, Alexia felt a rage build up inside her but knew that she could not take her frustrations out on her Mami, so she just shook her head explaining that she couldn’t and that she had to try and fix things with you and show you how much she loved you.

Alexia could not bare the uncertainty anymore. All people kept saying was to give you time but that wasn’t an option to her. She knew that you had gotten on the flight back to England with the rest of the team and so her decision was made. She could not fix anything from the other side of the world and the thought of waiting in Spain for the next few weeks, hoping that you would return tore at her heart; she would catch a flight to England and try to track you down.

Alexia quickly began throwing all of her things into a case, with little regard for her usual tidiness. Elia had tried to show Alexia that her decision was somewhat impulsive but before she had even spoken, she knew that it was a battle she would lose. Her daughter was nothing if not stubborn and determined (it was how she had achieved so much in football). Alexia had reasoned that England was a small island once there, she could figure out where you were. Within ten minutes of making the rash decision, she had booked an outbound flight to Manchester.

When the rest of the Spanish team saw Alexia with her bag checking out they were stunned. After the incident with Jenni and Rubiales the team had rallied. They all felt that Alexia (as the captain) needed to be seen supporting Jenni and while she did fully support and stand with Jenni, she knew, in her heart, that going to England and trying to find you was what she needed to do.

At 1:30PM, two days after winning The World Cup, Alexia took her seat on the 12 hour flight destined for England. She had no real plan except find you and convince you to give her another chance so that she could show you how important you were to her…

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 26: Do You Love Me

Summary: The aftermath.

Word Count: 5,342

Warnings: Angst, past suicide attempt, and sexual content.

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Chapter 17: Hold Me 'Til it Stops Hurting

“Is she alive?”

Lizzie waited with baited breath for Charlie’s reply from the other end of the phone line. The receiver felt slippery in her hand from sweat. She could hear blood rushing in her ears. A chill had settled in her bones. It wouldn’t leave. 

“I don’t know,” Charlie said, and she raised a hand to her mouth. Tears welled of their own accord at the corners of her eyes. “She was when they took her in the ambulance, I think.”

“Tommy went with her?”

“Yeah. No way they were separating them. He nearly ripped off the arm of the first paramedic that tried to touch her.”

Yes, that sounded like something Tommy would do. He had probably panicked when they tried to take her away from him. 

“I’ll never get the way that he screamed when he found her out of my head, Lizzie.” Charlie’s voice was grave, lowered an octave with worry and sorrow. Lizzie squeezed her eyes shut against the vivid imagining her brain immediately conjured up. An anguished howl, reverberating in her skull, that seemed to go on and on forever. Like someone had reached right into Tommy’s chest and ripped out his heart. 

Like the world was ending. 

She had been worried since seeing Lucy at the ballet. How dead her eyes had become. She had seemed smaller, somehow. And all that bright warmth that she had so often exuded was entirely absent. Not to mention the way that she’d walked right on passed them when Tommy had saved a seat for her next to them. That had shocked Lizzie to her core. No matter how mad Lucy would sometimes get at either of them in the past, she’d never done something like that before. 

She understood that Lucy was probably depressed over the whole thing. But, Christ, she never would have thought that she would try to…

She jammed her eyes shut. 

“Do you know which hospital they took her to?”

Charlie gave her the address.

“Right.”

“You’re thinking of heading over there?”

“I need to know if she’s alright.”

“Right, just be careful. He might be…”

Out of his mind with grief.

“I know. I will.” 

She heard a sharp, high whining sound from Charlie’s end of the phone and frowned. “What was that?”

Charlie sighed, and she could hear the crinkle of the phone shifting when he adjusted it against his ear. “That was the dog. Poor boy keeps crying.”

“When I’m at the hospital, I’ll talk to Tommy about maybe bringing him home. So he’s at least with the other animals. We all miss him here.”

“Probably would be a good idea.”

“And I’ll pick up Lucy’s things from the yard to take back to Arrow House.” Enough of this ridiculousness, she decided. Lucy needed to be home. Where they could all watch over her and take care of her. Not that she didn’t think Charlie and Curly would do their best, but they already had Barney to worry about, not to mention all their other duties at the yard.

Besides, there was no way in hell Tommy would be letting Lucy out of his sight. 

Assuming she’s still alive, of course. She shuddered, pushing that thought to the back of her mind. If Lucy were dead, she didn’t know what she was going to do. 

“Yes, I think that would be what’s best.”

“Right. Call me if you get any more news, please?” 

“I will.”

“Goodbye, Charlie.”

“Take care, Lizzie.”

She set the phone back into its cradle, hands raising to her face. Her fingers swiped at under her eyes, smearing her makeup and rubbing salty tears across her skin. 

A rising feeling of horror towards herself was building in the back of her throat. 

My fault. It’s all my fault. 

Was this the type of person that she’d allowed herself to become? So jealous and bitter that she’d ripped apart two people she claimed to care about. Had she really so lost control of her resentment over the situation that she’d bullied Lucy into…into this?

Even if Lucy lived, Tommy would never forgive her. Hell, she didn’t think that she would ever be able to forgive herself. 

It hadn’t been worth it. Not in the end. That was why she’d bent on the rules regarding Lucy. There was a time when she’d been content to blame all her unhappiness on Lucy. To think that if she just wasn’t here…

It had been the easier thing to do, to blame her. Because then she didn’t have to stare the far more painful reality in the face: Tommy wasn’t in love with her. And he never would be. 

But even then, she had probably known deep down that it was all a lie. Lucy or no Lucy, Tommy didn’t love her. The redhead’s presence in their lives wasn’t the problem. It never had been.

And yet, she’d gone and kicked out someone who could have potentially been her greatest ally in dealing with Tommy. The second mother to her children. A woman who had just wanted to be her friend. 

God, she could not even imagine the amount of pain that Tommy was in right now…

“Mum?”

She stared at the sound of Charlie’s voice from the end of the hall, quickly angling her back towards him and wiping at her eyes. Trying to hide the evidence of her tears. “Charlie, hey.” Oh, God. How much did he hear?

“Who was on the other line?”

“Just your Uncle Charlie, sweetheart.” She moved to usher him back towards the bedrooms. “C’mon, back to bed.”

But he looked up at her knowingly. “You’re crying. Has something happened?”

Lizzie hesitated. She couldn’t lie to him. But she also could not quite bring herself to tell him the truth yet. “Nothing that you need to worry yourself about right now, honey. C’mon.”

He didn’t look wholly convinced, but he let her shepherd him back into bed and tuck him in. 

“Mrs. Shelby?” Frances was waiting out in the hall when she came out of Charlie’s room. 

“Frances, will you come with me for a moment?”

The housekeeper looked puzzled, but nodded. Lizzie led the way down the hall, her eyes taking stock of the various doors that they passed. When they came to one near the end of the hall, she stopped, glancing back to her and the children's rooms. Yes. This would do. It was close enough, but there was still ample space between them that they’d have their privacy. 

And she and the kids wouldn’t be at risk of hearing them in the middle of the night if they got a little loud. 

She was trying to be better, but she wasn’t going to push her jealousy if she could help it. 

Opening the door, she indicated for Frances to follow her inside. The bedroom was fully furnished, like all rooms in the house. Spacious. It wouldn’t be nearly as cramped. She went to the windows, checking for any drafts. There should be plenty of sunlight during the day.

When she poked her head into the ensuite bathroom, her eyes landed on the bathtub in the middle of the room, a shiver going down her spine at the memory of Charlie’s description of how Tommy had found Lucy. 

But this bathroom was big. And it had a shower. In case they decided to get rid of the tub altogether. 

“Mrs. Shelby, may I ask what we are doing?” Frances was standing in the middle of the room, puzzled. 

“In the morning, I want you to have some of the staff move Lucy’s things from her room into here.”

Frances’s eyes went wide, and she could see an ember of hope starting to burn in her face. “Are you sure, ma’am?”

Lizzie looked around the room. “Yes. She should be closer to her family.”

Frances nodded. “Does this mean that Miss. Winters will be coming home?”

“I hope so.” Turning, she went to face the window again. It was still dark outside. But dawn would soon be upon them. Behind her, she heard Frances shuffle towards the door, then pause.

“I just want to say, this is a very kind thing you’re doing, Mrs. Shelby. For both of them.”

Lizzie looked over shoulder at her. “I should have done it a long time ago.”

“Well. Better late than never.”

Lizzie gave her a sad smile, nodding that she could be dismissed before returning her gaze to the outside, hoping that Frances was right. 

∗ ∗ ∗

Lizzie took a deep breath, hand hovering at the door leading into the hospital room. She had a bag clutched in one hand, filled with clean clothes, toothbrushes, and an extra pack of cigarettes. She had no idea what she was about to walk into. She expected Tommy to be an absolute mess, but what type of mess he would be, she was entirely unsure. 

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The room was brightly lit, the curtains open and allowing sunlight to stream in. The layout of it reminded her of the hospital room Michael had stayed in after he was shot by the Changrettas. With a bed in the corner, table in the middle, and a private washroom. 

Tommy was seated in a chair by the bed, hunched over in a way that was guaranteed to make his back ache by mid-afternoon if he wasn’t careful. His coat and suit jacket were off, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hands clasped firmly with one of Lucy’s on the bed, forehead bowed to touch against their interlaced hands. 

Lizzie eyed the bandage wrapped around his left arm. From where they’d taken his blood, the nurses had told her. Because Lucy had lost so much that they had to give her a blood transfusion, but apparently whoever was supposed to restock the ambulance that came to get her had fucked up, and there were no blood bags on board. Tommy and Lucy’s blood types matched–how they knew that, she had no idea–and so he’d volunteered himself.

It was probably the only reason she was still alive. If they hadn’t done the transfusion enroute, she likely would have died from blood loss on the way to the hospital. 

Taking a cautious step forward, Lizzie’s eyes fixed on Lucy where she was laid out on her back on the bed. Her red hair was fanned out across the white pillow, her skin a frightening paper-white, the dense freckles on her face standing out even more distinctly than usual. Her normally bright red lips were pale pink, and dark, sunken-in circles surrounded her eyes. There were several tubes connected to her arms, and thick white bandages were wrapped tight around each wrist.

If it weren’t for the slight rise and fall of her chest, Lizzie would have worried that she was dead. 

Another bout of guilt washed over her at the sight, almost choking with it. 

Worrying at her lower lip, she eyed Tommy warily. He’d made no indication of hearing her come in, despite her heels clicking against the floor. 

She approached them cautiously, keeping an eye on Tommy the entire time until she was at the foot of the bed. 

Oh, dear one…she reached out to touch Lucy’s ankle delicately over the blankets pulled halfway up her chest, and Tommy suddenly sprang into movement. 

“Don’t fucking touch her!” he snarled, shoving her hand away, half curling over Lucy’s body protectively. 

Lizzie stared at him in shock. He looked half feral, lips pulled back from his teeth and expression contorted with a growl. But what struck her the most was the complete and total devastation emblazoned across his face.

His eyes were red, swollen and puffy. Cheeks tear-stained. He’d been crying. Hard, from the looks of it. But the worst was the look in his eyes. She’d seen Tommy sad before, but the heartbreak in those two blue orbs was unlike anything she had ever seen. He looked completely and utterly distraught, broken beyond repair. 

When he caught her staring at him, he quickly looked away, wiping at his face with his shirt sleeve and returning his full attention back to Lucy. Lizzie shifted awkwardly, wanting to reach out to him. To both of them. But if she did that, she would probably risk getting her hand torn off. 

She couldn’t even really blame him. Not with the way she’d been behaving for the past few years. 

“I brought you both some clean clothes,” she said finally softly, setting the bag down onto the floor by the foot of the bed. “Do you know when she’ll be released?”

No response. His eyes were open, but they were fixed intently upon Lucy, as if he were afraid if he looked away from her for one second, she’d disappear. Lizzie was not surprised at the silence. 

“When she is, bring her home, Tommy. To Arrow House. She should be home. With her family. And maybe…” she hesitated, knowing that once she opened this particular door, there may be no closing it. But one look back at Lucy, and her resolve strengthened. 

I’m tired of being the jealous, bitter wife.

She could be the bigger person. Like Lucy had tried to be all this time. Let go of the resentment and envy. Who knows? She might finally gain the friend and ally Lucy had always wanted to be towards her. Assuming of course that the other woman still had any interest in associating with her at all. 

“Once you both get back and things have settled, we could discuss restructuring our arrangement. So she’s more included with us and the kids.” She took a step forward. “I told Frances to have her things moved to a room closer to mine and the children’s. And if you think it would be okay I can bring Charlie and Ruby to come visit once she’s awake. I’ll pick up Asher from Charlie’s yard and bring him home. So he’ll be there when you and her get back.” Her gaze moved rapidly between him and Lucy. “This will never happen again, I promise. I’ll keep a hold of myself from now on. I’ll never say a cruel thing to her again. You do whatever you have to do from now on to make sure she’s okay. Just…bring her home.” She drew in a gasping, shaky breath, realizing that she’d been rambling and stopping herself before she said anymore. The rest could be ironed out later. When he was more lucid and Lucy was actually awake. “I’ll leave you alone, now. Just call me later, if you can.” 

He still made no indication of even hearing her. But he made no move to stop her this time when she stepped around him and bent to press a light kiss to Lucy’s brow. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and started to head for the door. 

“Lizzie.”

She froze that the hoarse rasp of Tommy’s voice, head turning to look back at him. His gaze was still fixed on Lucy, even as he spoke to her. 

“Thank you.”     

She nodded, and departed from the room. 

∗ ∗ ∗ 

A body cannot live without its heart. 

It was a simple rule of biology. A fact of the universe. Indisputable. Certain. Unchallengeable. 

Tommy closed his eyes, forehead resting a little heavier against his and Lucy’s joined hands. Her grip was nonexistent and limp in her unconscious state, but that was alright. His grasp on her was tight enough to make up for it. 

His heart did not reside inside his chest. No; it was with her. Always.

What other explanation was there, for his inability to live without her? 

There had been a moment, in the ambulance right before he offered up his arm for them to draw blood to keep her alive, when he thought that she was gone. It had been the worst moment of his entire fucking life. 

Take all of it, if you have to, he had thought as they punctured the skin of his inner arm, blood beginning to draw out into the tube to be transferred to Lucy. I don’t care. So long as it keeps her breathing. I’ll gladly open an entire vein and pour all my life into her if I have to.   

He closed his eyes. She had almost died. Been right on the precipice of it. He had felt it. 

And she had intended to go willingly. 

His fault. All his fault. He’d made her so unhappy that she’d gone and done this to herself. When she left, he hadn’t fought hard enough to keep her by his side. To show her that she was wanted. That he still loved her so much that he would do anything for her. Instead he sat around and did nothing, letting his wife and his family tear and claw and break away little pieces of her, bit by bit, until she didn’t even want to live anymore. 

It was no wonder that she thought he didn’t love her. 

And now all he could do was sit uselessly at her bedside, holding her hand and swallowing down tears.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing her hand, silently begging her to wake up. To blink those big eyes at him and touch his face, so he could hold her and kiss her and surround her in his comfort and love until she never doubted him again. 

How much better she would have been off without him. All he’d even done was weigh her down. She deserved a thousand times better than him. Always had.  

“Mr. Shelby?”

He looked up at the sound of one of the nurse’s voices. She was hovering next to him, expression nervous, something clutched in her hands.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but, in light of Miss. Winters’s injuries being…self inflicted, the doctor wanted me to go over options for her future placement with you.”

“Future…placement?” he straightened, trying to hide the way that he cringed at his back popping in several places. He did not let go of Lucy’s hand. 

“There are several psychiatric facilities that we recommend. I’ve brought some pamphlets…” She held them out to him. Tommy stared down at them uncomprehendingly. 

Away. They wanted him to send his Lucy away. When their separation was what had caused this whole bloody thing in the first place.

“That won’t be necessary.” He turned back to Lucy. 

“Mr. Shelby, in cases like these, it really often is best for everyone if the patient is–”

“I am not sending her away to a nuthouse, to be drugged and poked and prodded and treated like a fucking animal!” he shouted, temper snapping, memories of the asylum where they’d visited Barney whirling behind his eyes. He thought of Lucy, locked behind bars and strapped into a white straightjacket, forced to sit alone in the cold and dark, injected with all manner of drugs and other substances to keep her docile, and felt ill. 

The nurse opened her mouth to respond at the same moment that the door opened and Ada walked in. Her brows were raised. Probably she’d heard him yelling out in the hall. The nurse looked between them, then leaned over to set the pamphlets down on the bedside table, next to the vase filled with a bouquet of red roses Tommy had bought from the hospital’s gift shop.

“Please just consider the options, Mr. Shelby,” she said softly, before departing. 

“What the hell was that about?” Ada asked as soon as the nurse was gone, shrugging out of her coat and hanging it on the back of the chair she pulled up to sit down beside him. Tommy rubbed at his eyes, suddenly deeply exhausted. 

“They’re suggesting I have her locked away in a madhouse,” he growled irritably.

“Hm.” Ada leaned over to pick up the pamphlets that the nurse had left, thumbing through them. “How is she?”

“She lost a lot of blood.” He swallowed painfully, thumb stroking along her knuckles. “But she’s stable and they expect she’ll be awake by the end of the day.”

Ada nodded, dropping the pamphlets back onto the table, chewing on her bottom lip. “You know, a lot of these places aren’t as bad as they once were. Some are like…like community homes now. They do activities. Let the inmates walk around outside. You can visit whenever you like.”

He stared at her incredulously. “Are you serious?”

Ada squirmed in her seat. “I’m just saying…what if she needs more looking after than you can provide for her? Clearly things are much worse than we thought for her to go and…” she trailed off, gesturing to Lucy’s bandaged wrists. “If she’s too unwell to take care of herself…” 

“Then I’ll take care of her.”

“Tommy, sweetheart, you might not have the time.”

“I will take care of her, Ada,” he repeated, putting strong emphasis on each word, meeting her eyes sternly. She searched his gaze, and he saw understanding enter her face. She nodded. 

“Okay.”

Returning his attention back to Lucy, he stroked his thumb across the back of her hand. Her fingers still felt very cold in his. Reaching out, he pulled the blanket a little further up her chest, frowning. He didn’t want her to get chilled. 

The hue of her skin was still frighteningly pale, her lips pulled into a downward frown in her sleep. Tommy ached to see her smile again; to observe the way that it bloomed across and transformed her entire face, creating laugh lines around her eyes, stretching her lips, and brightening her features. It used to be so easy for him to make her laugh. She always giggled at even the most terrible of his jokes, eyes sparkling when she looked across the table or room at him mischievously in reaction to whatever cheeky thing just passed his lips. 

“It’s my fault, Ada,” he whispered. 

“No, Tommy, don’t do that to yourself. Lucy wouldn’t want–”

“I wasn’t there, Ada. She needed me, and I wasn’t there.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been so focused on all this business with Mosley and Michael…I let what was happening between us get pushed aside. I didn’t address it like I should have. I just left her alone.” Yes, part of that had been in reaction to him thinking that was what Lucy wanted him to do, but truth be told, part of why he hadn’t fought her harder on it was because it had been convenient for him to just let things lie. So he could keep his attention on plotting Mosley’s demise and trying to figure out Michael’s plans. “I broke her, Ada.”  

“Oh, Tommy…no. No, I don’t think that’s true. I mean, you and her’s recent problems certainly didn’t help things, but Lucy’s never really recovered from what Luca did to her. Maybe this was just a…a delayed reaction to all of that.”

Tommy shook his head furiously. “I didn’t do enough for her. I made her think I didn’t love her anymore. That’s why she–” he couldn’t say the words, throat closing in tight around them. Passing a hand across his eyes, he sucked in desperate breaths, trying to stuff down sobs. “I should have never married Lizzie. Or I should have gotten divorced as soon as it became clear she was never going to fully accept my relationship with Lucy.”

“Are you? Going to divorce her, I mean?”

“I don’t know. Lizzie says that she’ll be on her best behavior from now on. I think she might even mean it, this time. But…” he trailed off, staring into space, suddenly aching for a cigarette. 

“...But?” Ada prompted. Tommy roused and shook his head. 

“It’s up to Lucy.” Whatever Lucy wanted him to do, he’d do it. 

“What if she asks you to leave your wife and marry her instead?”

“Then I’ll get divorce papers drawn up and dig out the ring I’ve got hidden in my sock drawer.”

Ada’s head snapped around to him. “What ring?”

He shifted. Shit. Probably shouldn’t have brought that up. 

“Tommy…” Ada said very quietly. He squeezed his eyes shut, dreading the question he already knew was coming. “Why do you have an engagement ring hidden with your socks?”

He sighed, swallowing hard, pulling a cigarette from his case in his pocket and fumbling with it in an attempt to put off answering her. Ada was still staring at him expectantly. He scratched at one eyebrow with the thumb of the hand holding his cigarette, trying not to meet her gaze so she wouldn’t see the ache currently blooming in his chest reflected in his eyes. 

She shifted a little closer to him, leaning forward.

“Tommy…how long have you had that ring for?”

He coughed. “Since 1918.”

“1918!?”

He shrugged. Ada softened.

“I thought she said no.”

“She did. Technically. But I promised her that the offer would always be there, if she wanted it.” He looked down, swallowing painfully, refusing to let himself cry. “Yet another fucking promise I made to her that I broke.”

“Tommy, we both know that if she told you she wanted you to marry her, you would divorce Lizzie in a heartbeat and marry her as fast as you could.”

Ada was right, of course. The door was very much open. Through two marriages to two other women and two children, it still always was. So the ring stayed put. For whenever she decided she wanted it. 

He could feel Ada staring at him, analyzing his response carefully. He was pretty sure, if he looked over to meet her gaze, he would have seen approval and maybe even a touch of pride in her eyes. Of all his direct family, Ada was perhaps the one who most understood the importance of Lucy to him. 

He thought of Lucy’s big, broken, tear filled eyes, staring at him with blatant misery shining in them.

I don’t believe you.

How could he have let that happen? How could he have so spectacularly failed her that she no longer believed that he loved her? What the hell was wrong with him?   

Sighing, he wiped at his eyes, cringing a little when they came away damp. He felt so tired. And lost. Completely and utterly helpless.  

“What do I do, Ada?” He hated how childlike his voice sounded, unable to meet his sister’s eyes. 

“I don’t know, Tom. Stay with her. Make sure that she feels loved. That’s the best advice I can give.” Her eyes went to the bouquet of flowers in the vase on the nightstand. “The flowers are a good start.”

He followed her gaze to them. “It doesn’t feel like nearly enough.” He wasn’t sure if he meant the flowers, or all of it. He would never be good enough for Lucy. Not in a million years.  

“Stay here with her. Look after her. She’ll need you once she wakes up. I already called the House of Commons and put you down for a brief leave of absence. And the boys and I will take care of everything regarding the…other things. Don’t worry.”

He nodded. Most things for the assassination had already been arranged anyway. All there was left to do was wait for the day of the rally. 

“How are they fairing with Barney at the yard?”

“Fine enough. He had an attack this morning, but Jeremiah and Arthur were there to calm him down. They’ve got him doing target practice.”

“Good.” He dreaded asking the next bit, but was unable to stop himself. “What about Michael and Polly?”

Ada hesitated. “No one’s seen or heard anything from Michael or Gina since the family meeting. Polly’s been at home, from what I’ve heard. I haven’t seen her, but I guess Aberama has been over there a lot.”

“Right,” he cleared his throat roughly. “Let me know if any of that changes.” 

“I better be getting back. Call me if there’s anything more you need, alright?”

“Mhm.”

She stood and gave him a firm hug. “It’ll be okay.” Her hand rubbed his back warmly before letting him go so she could head to the door.

“Thanks for coming.”

She flashed him a sad smile, slipping out the door, and leaving him alone with Lucy and his tortuous thoughts. 

He sat there for he didn’t even know how long, still holding Lucy’s hand, every once in a while pressing light kisses along her knuckles and the bandage covering her wrist, murmuring softly to her. 

When her fingers twitched against his, he froze, gaze shooting intently to her face, watching with bated breath while her features pinched. He immediately worried that she might be in pain. The cuts on her wrists had gone deep, and the doctors had to do extensive stitches in order to close them. 

“Lucy?” he asked, leaning closer. 

She stirred again, head shifting against the pillow, brows twitching in a way that he recognized as her trying to fight back wakefulness in order to gain a few more minutes of sleep. He had seen that expression often enough when he had to rouse her in the morning.

Her eyelids peeled open slowly, squinting against the bright sunlight shining through the windows. He’d paid extra for a room with ample light, and yanked the curtains as wide open as he could get them. Hoping that the sunshine would maybe help raise her spirits. Even if only a little. 

Her dark brown irises were glazed over with confusion, processing slowly where she was. He saw things start to fall into place as she took in him seated beside her, the hospital bed she was laying in, and the bandages around her wrists.

Her eyes locked in on his hand still holding hers. Tommy could see it when it all fully clicked into place for her what must have happened after she sliced herself open and lost consciousness in the bathtub.

“Lucy,” he sobbed out, hand moving to cup her cheek to make sure she was real. That she actually was truly back with him. 

When she looked at him–really looked into his face, for the first time perhaps since she’d left Arrow House–horror, mortification, and regret passed across her features. Her lips trembled, eyes filling with tears. 

“I’m sorry,” she started to cry in a fragile, broken voice, the sound of it nearly rendering him split in two. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry–” she didn’t seem able to say anything else, crying harder with each repetition of the phrase, chest heaving so violently he was afraid that she might hurt herself.

Scrambling, suddenly completely overtaken by the need to comfort her and be as close as he could physically get to her, he pulled himself up, wrapping his arms around her, in one quick movement sliding into the bed beside her and crushing her to his chest. She latched onto his wrinkled shirt desperately, apologies giving way to nothing but ragged sobs that seemed close to shattering her. Tommy held her tighter, burying his face in her hair, pressing his lips to wherever he could reach on her head, chest shuddering with his breaths. Tears streamed silently down his own cheeks. He was deeply aware that his arms around her may very well be the only things holding her together. 

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here. I’ve got you. Shh…” he murmured into her ear, rocking her slightly in his arms to try to soothe her. She burrowed into him, still crying even as he rubbed her back. “I’ve got you,” he repeated. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Tightening his arms around her, he held her firmly against him, until her sobs finally ceased and she laid quiet and still against him. He petted her hair gently, neither of them saying a word. They did not really need to. Instead he just held her, for hours and hours, in the silence of the hospital room.

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[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Lily wasn't a jealous and possesive person. James was a flirty person with everyone, not because he fancied them, he was just nice. Lily was used to hear James flirt with Sirius all the time, for example. He called him handsome, and beautiful. And Lily was okay with that. Because she couldn't compete with Sirius. He was James's best friend and probably favorite person. Lily didn't mind. She liked that James was close with his friends.

But there was something about Nina Friedman that made Lily act like an insane person.

Nina was the new member of the Gryffindor Rugby team. She was barely fourteen. Even if she had more curves than Lily and she looked older, acted older and looked like a pretty teenage girl and not a gremblin like Lily, she was a really young girl.

And Nina Friedman was obsessed with James.

Girls these days didn't respect that boys were in committed relationships. She kept flirting with him even if she knew James was dating Lily.

Lily had discovered something about having a boyfriend. Sometimes it made her very insecure. James was not only handsome, he was amazing, and funny, and a perfect gentleman. He could have anyone. Any minute he was going to realize that Lily wasn't as fantastic as he believed and he was going to get tired of her.

The fact that Nina was taller, prettier, sexier than Lily made her very insecure.

Being in love turned out to be bitch.

And speaking about bitches...

That saturday morning, Lily was walking to the rugby pitch with her friends. They supported Marlene and Sirius as well as James. And even if Lily didn't actually care about sports it was nice seeing her boyfriend do something he enjoyed. He was so handsome when his face was so red and sweaty after practice.

Today, Lily saw something that made her want to kill someone. Nina was all over James, touching his arms, his chest...

"Sorry, I tripped" she was telling him. Of course Lily couldn't hear what words were coming out of her mouth. She was touching his bicep!

"It's alright, Nina" James said awkwardly, kind of pushing her away "Just be careful"

Nina smiled at him. She was thinking about how she didn't care that James was dating Lily Evans. She could be a better match for him. And he was going to realize that.

"Oh she is going to regret that" Lily was already walking towards them.

"What is she doing?" Mary asked.

"No idea" Remus shrugged.

"Alright team" Back in the field, James was speaking to the rest without noticing Lily "What we are going to do today is..."

He was interrupted because Lily had wrapped her arms around his neck and was kissing him passionetly.

Nina was shaking in rage. Everyone else in the team was amused. Lily's friends were smiling, kind of proud of her.

When Lily finally unglued her lips from James's she noticed how mesmerized she had left him. And she loved to be the only one to provoke that.

"Good morning, love" she said, patting his chest "Good luck at practice!"

Lily gave a knowing and proud smile to the rest of the team who were already whistling.

Nina was furious. Lily hoped she learned the lesson.

James Potter is mine, little silly girl. she thought.

"Hello everyone!" Lily chanted as she walked away feeling like a real badass.

And of course she went red as a tomato because shit she hadn't done something like that before.

"Oh shut up" Lily said when she reached her amused friends and covered her face.

James was smiling like a lovesick fool after her. He couldn't believe he was so lucky to be able to date a woman like that. And fuck, that had been really sexy. Maybe he needed a cold shower now. And practice hadn't even began.

"She left you speechless, eh Captain?" Rick Stevens joked.

Actually the whole team was smiling amused. Except Nina of course. She looked betrayed. James felt sorry for the girl but his heart had an owner already.

James felt his face on fire and he smirked.

"Let's start with laps" he said, clearing out his throat "Now!" he snapped because his team hadn't moved.

The team moved then, and when Sirius winked at him before running away, James felt like a little kid in love.

What a girl, Lily Evans was.

[chaoticdreamlandphilosopher]

I just saw a video that was talking about vi in season 2 of arcane and talking about how she wasn’t the same and the comments even having complaints of their own and them also complaining about how Vi is written in season 2 and I just need to get this off my chest and say that I don’t agree with what some of the comments are saying about vi because I can’t help but feel like some of the comments are people who just don’t like vi as a character because of how she chooses to react to others or trying to say that she has no right or shouldn’t be reacting this way to some other characters. I saw this one comment that was paragraphing itself and it involved things claiming that vi shouldn’t be mistreating or hating her sister and all of suddenly calling her by other name “jinx” even though the only reason she does those things is because Jinx committed a terrorist attack against piltover and cost the life of her girlfriends mother and causing children to become orphans in zaun, you’d think they would bring that up as reasons as to why she kinda disowns her own sister in the first half of the season before warming up to her but they don’t because they want to make it seem like she isn’t justified to not like jinx. And then other people complain about her relationship with Caitlyn thinking that her whole character revolves around her even though it doesn’t because we still see her be her her own character and still sharing other relationships with people other than caitlyn like with Jinx and Warwick (Vander) like we see her in other relationships and I mostly think that it is the fandom that is just claiming and making it about how she is revolved around caitlyn when even the Caitlyn and Vi shippers make it clear that they don’t want people to see the other as if they’re whole character is revolved around the other only for that to happen even with people who don’t like the ship. So then the comment explains that vi is supporting her for what she is doing even though yes she is participating in Caitlyn’s actions and not saying anything bad about it because she knows that Caitlyn is not in the mood to listen to people having second thoughts about this but we can still see in vi’s face that she doesn’t support the stuff that caitlyn would bring herself to do like when caitlyn was trying to shoot jinx but was also going to shoot isha on accident if vi didn’t step in and prevent her from misfiring also not to mention after that display she confronts caitlyn about it and even ask her what’s wrong with her because she’s begging to see that her mother’s death is really getting to her in a bad way, and when Caitlyn says that vi is no different then her sister because her blood runs through her veins which gets vi mad at her and then tells her then why is she the one acting like jinx, showing that she is done taking the hate that Caitlyn has been giving to her and the people of zaun and also them believing that she is agreeing with what Caitlyn is saying about the under city people is just wow, because she literally doesn’t say anything that makes it look like she is agreeing with her and she says something in return to contradict what Caitlyn said that didn’t involve her agreeing with her. I mostly think that the reason as to why they think vi agreed with what Caitlyn said was because she was hesitant to say otherwise even though that doesn’t always mean that the person agrees with them it will often mean they don’t agree with them but they will keep it to themselves and not say it because they don’t want to start something and that’s what vi was doing in that scene.

Also the comment goes on to explain that vi had no reason to be sad the vander died because she should have gotten over his death long ago even though this was different being that her and jinx had a chance to actually bring him back and start over again so for that to all go to shit because of what happened in act 3 of course she is going to be upset about it and even cry for him again because they were so close to having their loved one back.

And I honestly didn’t want to look at more of the comments because one of them would have been complaining about how vi didn’t mourn jinx in the end even though we had a whole scene of her literally mourning jinx the moment she sacrificed herself for vi and we literally see her just laying there crying over the fact that her sister and her adopted father is dead and that she is the last of her whole family, we even still her crying when it cuts to another scene indicating that she was laying there for a long time before someone found her.

What I’m trying to say is that the video and the comments didn’t feel like criticism it felt more like hate for the character and hating on their flaws even though these are the same people who say that they want more complex female characters but when that character is written to have more flaws she gets hated and the fandom will try and make it seem as though she has no right to feel the way she may feel and thinking she has to have flaws just flaws that they will like not flaws that they won’t like

[thatidiotsuds]

John Price x Fem! Wife! Reader

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or images used in this work, nor do I claim any rights to them.

Warning ⚠️ : kissing 💋

Kit's Notes: Not proof-read and I may have stated "Johnny" here a couple of times since I wrote this for soap and changed the character to Price last minute.😅 Because this really gives Dad Vibes.

Word count: 2080. Masterlist

Finally Home

It was late at night, the kind of night where the world outside felt heavy with silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. John Price had just returned home after being deported for over a month, and the weight of his experiences clung to him like a second skin. Friends lost, bloodshed, and fear—things no one should ever have to witness. But now, he was back, and that was all that mattered.

He quietly placed his keys on the table, the sound echoing in the stillness of the house. Dropping his bag, he made his way upstairs, where the warmth of home awaited him. As he entered the bedroom, he found you sleeping peacefully, the soft rise and fall of your chest a soothing sight after the chaos he had endured.

“Love…” he whispered, his thick English accent wrapping around the word like a warm blanket. He slipped into bed beside you, the familiar scent of your hair grounding him. You stirred, blinking sleep from your eyes, and smiled at him.

“I’m tired, love…” he murmured, burying his face into your shoulder, inhaling the comfort of home. “I missed you…” he mumbled against your skin, his voice thick with emotion.

“I missed you too,” you replied softly, your heart aching for the man who had seen too much.

John pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, even in the dim light of the room, his own filled with a mix of exhaustion and longing. He brushed a stray hair from your face, his calloused fingers gentle against your skin. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, sweetheart…”

You smiled, concern flickering in your eyes. “You look like you need a drink.”

He let out a small laugh, a tired smile tugging at his lips. “That’s an understatement. I need more than just a drink. I need a long, hot shower and a whole week of rest.”

“Let’s get you in the shower then,” you said, taking his hand and guiding him toward the bathroom. He leaned on you for support, his body heavy with fatigue.

Once inside, he began to undress, letting his dirty clothes fall to the floor. The moment he stepped into the shower, the hot water cascaded over him, washing away the grime and sweat of the past month. He closed his eyes, letting out a contented sigh as the tension in his muscles began to ease.

“Here, let me help you,” you said, letting him sit on the tub while you perched on the edge, your hands gentle as you helped him wash. The warmth of the water and your touch was a balm to his weary soul. But just as he began to relax, you poured the soap and shampoo on his hair and skin, lathering it into thick bubbles while you massaged his torso.

As Price was about to doze off, a soft cry echoed from the nursery.

“Ah, bloody hell,” John muttered, frustration creeping into his voice. “I’ll finish up here, love. You go see to the little one.”

You nodded, giving him a quick kiss before stepping out to tend to the baby. John finished rinsing off, the water soothing his aching muscles, and once he was done, he wrapped a towel around his waist, took his comfy clothes from the rack, and made his way to the nursery.

There you were, gently covering your daughter with a soft blanket, finally getting her to sleep, her tiny features peaceful in slumber. “Look at her,” you said, glancing up at him with a smile. “She’s got your eyes.”

“Yeah, she’s a precious one,” John replied, his heart swelling with pride. He stepped closer, nuzzling against you, and slowly guided you both back to your bedroom, walking through the narrow halls of your small home, the warmth of your body mingling in the dim light of the room. Silence was comforting at the moment.

When you reached your bedroom's door frame, he placed a finger under your chin and leaned in to kiss you, a passionate deep kiss that he had longed to give you after all the missed time. As you both shared a tender moment, the heat of your reunion ignited a spark, and soon you found yourselves back in the bedroom, lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. The world outside faded away, and for a moment, it was just the two of you.

But just as things began to heat up, the door creaked open, and in walked your eldest son, rubbing his eyes. “Mum? Dad? I can’t sleep. It’s too dark.”

Price sighed, a mix of frustration and amusement washing over him. “Aye, come here, lad,” he said, scooping up his son and cradling him in his arms. “Let’s get you back to your room.”

As he carried the boy down the hall, he couldn’t help but be playful, making silly faces and telling ridiculous dad jokes that had the little one giggling. You stood at the doorframe, watching them with a smile, your heart full.

“Dad, what were you and Mum doing in the bedroom?” the boy asked innocently, his curiosity piqued.

John paused, caught off guard. “Uh, well, we were just… uh…”

“Were you kissing?” the boy asked, eyes wide with wonder.

“Yeah, we were,” John admitted, trying to keep a straight face. “But it’s just a way of showing we love each other.”

“Are you making another sibling for me?” he asked, referencing what he’d heard from his classmates about storks and babies.

Price chuckled, shaking his head. “Not quite, son. It doesn’t work like that. You see, babies come from a bit more than just kisses.” He took a deep breath, preparing to explain. “When two people love each other very much, they can decide to have a baby. It’s a special thing that happens when they’re ready.”

The boy’s eyes widened, processing the information. “So, you and Mum are just… practicing?”

John couldn’t help but laugh at the innocent interpretation. “Aye, something like that. But it’s not just about the kisses; it’s about love and care, too.”

“Okay,” the boy said, nodding seriously. “But I don’t want a baby yet. I have my little sister.”

“Fair enough, lad,” John replied, tucking him into bed. "We wouldn’t change that for the world.” He covered him with a blanket, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. “Now, get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

As he turned to leave, he glanced back at his son, who was already drifting off. With a smile, he walked back to the bedroom, where you were waiting, arms crossed and a playful smirk on your face.

“Did you manage to explain it without too much trouble?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

John shrugged, a grin spreading across his face. “Aye, I think he’ll be alright. Just a bit of a misunderstanding, that’s all.”

You laughed softly, stepping closer to him. “Well, now that we’ve settled that, how about we get back to what we were doing?”

Price’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled you into his arms. “Aye, let’s not let a little one interrupt our time together again.”

With that, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, the world outside forgotten as you both melted into each other, ready to reclaim the moments you had lost. The kiss deepened, igniting a fire that had been smoldering during the long days apart. Price’s hands roamed your back, pulling you closer as if he could merge your souls into one. The warmth of the room enveloped you both, and for a moment, the weight of the world faded away.

“Ye know,” he murmured between kisses, “I could get used to this again. Just us, no interruptions.”

You smiled against his lips, feeling the tension of the past month slip away. “I think we deserve a little time to ourselves, don’t you?”

“Aye, we do,” he replied, his voice low and husky. He lifted you slightly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you back to the bed, the soft sheets welcoming you both.

As he laid you down, his gaze softened, and he brushed his thumb across your cheek. “I’ve missed this—missed you.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection. “And I’ve been waiting for you to come back, Johnny. It hasn’t been the same without you.”

He leaned down, capturing your lips again, pouring all the love and longing he had into that kiss. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the two of you, lost in each other’s embrace.

But just as you began to lose yourselves in the moment, a soft knock echoed from the door. John groaned, pulling away slightly, frustration flickering in his eyes. “What now?”

“Dad?” came the small voice from the other side. “I can’t sleep. I’m scared.”

Price sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll be right back, love,” he said, adjusting his pajama pants.

You watched him go, a smile creeping onto your face as he opened the door to find your son standing there, wide-eyed and clutching his blanket.

“Come here, lad,” Price said, kneeling down to his son’s level. “What’s got ye all worked up?”

“I don’t like the dark,” the boy admitted, his voice small.

John scooped him up, cradling him in his arms. “Well, ye don’t need to worry. I’ll stay with ye until ye fall asleep with that ...night lamp..How about that?”

The boy nodded, snuggling into his father’s shoulder. “Can you tell me a story?”

“Aye, I can do that,” John replied, carrying him back to his room. As he settled the boy into bed, he began to weave a tale of brave knights and daring adventures, his thick English accent bringing the story to life.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene unfold with a smile. John was a natural storyteller, his voice animated as he painted vivid pictures with his words. The boy’s eyes sparkled with wonder, and soon enough, he was drifting off, lulled by his father’s soothing voice.

Once the boy was asleep, John tiptoed back to your room, a playful grin on his face. “Well, that was quick,” he said, closing the door behind him.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. “You’re a great dad, you know that?”

John chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Aye, I try. But it’s not always easy, is it?”

“No, it’s not,” you agreed, stepping closer to him. “But moments like these remind me of what truly matters.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “Family is everything, love. No matter how chaotic life gets, it’s these moments that make it all worthwhile.”

You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the weight of the world lift just a little. “And we have to cherish them, don’t we? Time is fleeting, and we never know what tomorrow will bring.”

“Aye,” he replied, holding you close. “We need to make the most of every moment we have together. That’s what family is all about.”

As you both stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you realized that despite the challenges and uncertainties, the love you shared was a constant source of strength. In the quiet of the night, you understood that time spent together, no matter how small, was a treasure to be cherished.

With a renewed sense of purpose, you leaned in to kiss him, knowing that no matter what lay ahead, you would face it together as a family. And in that moment, you both understood that love, laughter, and the simple act of being together were the greatest gifts of all.

[petermaximoffsgirl]

pietro

summary – peter is upset after scott and jubilee tease him about his name. 

content – angst, fluff; self-esteem issues, swearing

words – 1.4k

“where’s peter?” you asked, glancing around the room at scott and jubilee. 

jubilee flushed. “no clue,” she said quickly. 

scott nodded. “yeah, i don’t know. no idea where he is.” 

you raised your eyebrows, then snorted. “yeah, right.” they were clearly lying, and you couldn’t help but wonder why. were they planning some sort of prank? 

scott grimaced and focused his gaze on his shoes. “if we tell you, do you promise not to flip out?” 

you groaned. “is he stealing that new pinball machine he saw at the arcade? there’s no way he’s going to get that out unnoticed.” 

jubilee bit her lip. “not exactly.” 

you laughed, then stopped immediately when neither of them joined in. worry began to swirl inside of you. “what happened?” you asked. “is he okay?” 

scott scratched the back of his neck. “yeah, i think so. we just…well, we kinda–well, not kinda, we totally fucked up the tiniest bit.” 

“it’s not that bad,” jubilee said quickly. “we just…we didn’t know he was going to get so upset.” 

anger bubbled in your chest. “what happened?” they both hesitated; you glared at them. “either you tell me what happened right now or i–” 

“okay!” scott said quickly. “so, jubilee heard that the professor had this folder with everyone’s birth certificates in it, and we thought it’d be cool to snag it. have a laugh at everyone’s stupid middle name, right?” 

“naturally, we had peter grab it for us,” jubilee cut in. “you know, since he has more experience in this area. and to be funny, we were going to tease him about his middle name.” 

“i thought it would be something like wyatt or otis,” scott groaned. “it’s not. did you know he wasn’t born here? somewhere in eastern europe, and i kinda fucked up pronouncing some stuff. i think we kind of ended up offending him or something, because he took the whole folder and ran off. he’s upstairs.” he hesitated, then continued. “and i probably shouldn’t have gone to ask him to put the folder back. i panicked, ‘cause i didn’t want the professor knowing we took it, but he threw the thing in my face and slammed the door. now he’s locked in his room. he won’t come out or say anything.” 

“we didn’t know it was going to upset him,” jubilee said, biting her lip again. “we didn’t mean to be rude, and we’re really sorry.” 

you glared at the two of them, shouldering by and making your way toward the stairs. you considered yelling at them, but there wasn’t really any point. they seemed sorry, and screaming wasn’t going to do anything to help peter, although it might make you feel better. you just couldn’t believe that they had been so blatantly insensitive. 

you slowly approached peter’s door, tears filling your eyes when you heard what sounded like muffled sobbing. you hesitated for a moment, wondering if it would be better to give him space, then decided against it. time moved faster for your speedy boyfriend. he’d probably already spent what you would have perceived as hours alone in his room. you knocked gently. “peter? can i come in?” 

you heard the telltale fwip of him speeding around the room. the door rattled slightly, indicating that it was now unlocked, which you took as permission to enter. you shut it again behind you, glancing around nervously. 

his room was in its usual state of chaos: twinkie wrappers piled on the floor, band posters threatening to fall off the walls, a plethora of stolen items stashed in various places, bed unmade, cassette tapes strewn about. peter had his back to you as he played pac-man, his hands blurring as he worked the controls. “what’s up?” he asked, not turning. 

if you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t have noticed that his voice was slightly strained, confirming what you had suspected: he’d been crying. you slowly walked over to him, gently wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a hug. his breath hitched as his entire body tensed. he was at a rare standstill for a moment, not moving until the stolen arcade machine flashed game over.  

suddenly, he vanished, tearing away from you and reappearing on his bed in the blink of an eye. you swallowed hard as you took in the sight of his red eyes and tousled hair. “do you want to talk about it?” you asked softly. 

he glanced at you, looking so miserable that you wanted to cry. “no,” he mumbled. you gasped as he sped over to you and pulled you over to the bed, carefully depositing you near him before he curled up into a ball. in a flash, he tossed you a crumpled up piece of paper. “d’you think it’s funny?” he asked quietly, picking determinedly at the sleeve of his silver jacket. “or…or stupid or weird or something? it’s okay if you do, i just…just want to know.” 

you carefully smoothed out the piece of paper, squinting as you took in the faded words: pietro django maximoff. the birthdate was too smudged for you to make out, but you could see that he was born in sokovia. “no, i don't. what would be funny or stupid or weird about it?” you asked. 

he kept picking at his jacket sleeve. “i dunno, maybe that it looks like pie-tro duh-jango maxi-moff,” he said angrily. “i don’t get why it’s so hard to pronounce. ‘s got nothing to do with pie, and it’s not duh, and it’s definitely not maxi. i don’t see what’s so funny, but it’s always been fucking hilarious to everyone.” he laughed bitterly. “my mom always hated that i wanted to be called peter, but it’s just easier than having to explain.” 

you gently placed your hand on his shoulder, smiling sadly when he quickly melted into your touch. “do you want to cuddle?” 

he nodded slowly, carefully crawling over to you and snuggling into your side. he fidgeted for a moment, then wrapped both arms around you so he could rest his head on your chest. “i know i’m overreacting,” he muttered. “it’s…it’s like i was a little kid again, having to ask the teachers to just say peter when they were taking attendance. i didn’t need to give everyone another reason to laugh at me. they were already going to, because i couldn’t sit still and i was the stupidest kid in the class and i didn’t have fancy new clothes every week, but i could get past all of that. this just…it always felt different because it’s my name, not me wearing the same shirt twice in one week.” 

you slowly ran your fingers through his untidy silver hair. “you’re not overreacting. kids can be nasty, especially to people like us.” you hesitated, then continued. “i don’t think scott and jubilee were trying to be mean, but they were way out of line. you don’t have to be okay with any of this. no one should get to be mean to you just because they want to or think it’s funny.” 

he shrugged, leaning into your touch. “nah, ‘s better to not care. if people think they can’t get to me, they stop at some point.” he smiled thinly. “i’ve never been good at acting like i don’t care though. the kids at school used to figure out how to get a rise out of me and land me in detention or some shit.” he groaned. “scott sure got a rise out of me today. i didn’t mean to totally flip out, but i wasn’t expecting it to make me so…upset.” 

“all of your feelings are valid,” you said. “it doesn’t matter if you’re angry or sad or frustrated or what. i’ll always listen to you, i promise.” 

he grinned mischievously. “even if i’m pissed off about the stupidest shit ever?” 

“even if you’re pissed off about the stupidest shit ever.” 

he went quiet for a moment, then glanced up at you. “thank you,” he said quietly. “i…i really needed to hear that.” 

you gently kissed his forehead. “i’ll always be here for you, no matter what you need, peter.” 

he sighed happily, snuggling up against you. “pietro.” 

you blinked, confused. “what?” 

he hesitated briefly. “my name. ‘s pietro,” he murmured. “you can call me that if…if you want.” 

you smiled softly. “i love you, pietro.” 

[neon-danger]

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