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pnsteblnme · 7 months ago

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final(s) week ✿ a.r.

pairing: alessia russo x fem!reader

summary: even though you're insufferable, your girlfriend helps you get through finals week (this one is for everyone who’s getting their asses kicked by their exams cause like same <3 but i’m crossing my fingers for you!!)

warnings: school, swearing, stress?, a bit angsty maybe, very self-indulgent :)

word count: 2.5k

a/n: first of all, i'm very sorry for disappearing from writing for like almost a year 🥹 i had my finals and barely had time to eat, let alone write but i only have one more to go so i hope i’ll get to write more in the future! i also have a few requests in my inbox that i’ll try to work on (sorry that you guys have to wait this long) and lastly, i don’t know anything about studying architecture so idk if the things happening here are even remotely close to the truth 😜

“Fuck!”

A few sets of eyes turned at your exclamation as you bent down to pick up the things you’d knocked over during your side squats.

Across the room, Alessia watched with a sympathetic look as you shook your head and grumbled in annoyance. She knew that you’d been stressed out because of your upcoming finals and was almost used to seeing you in a bad mood.

Of course, she understood that majoring in Architecture while pursuing a career as a professional athlete was challenging. What she hadn’t expected was for you to almost crumble in on yourself.

The closer the deadlines came, the less you smiled. When the team had bonding night, you stayed home and worked on your project. When Alessia came home from said nights (she only went because you insisted she go), you were still working and would continue to until you were on the brink of falling asleep.

The agitated frown on your face became a constant. With the end of training, you’d hurry home and dash into your study, only coming out to have a rushed dinner with your girlfriend.

The bags under your eyes turned shades the night sky was jealous of. Every time Alessia tried to coax you into doing something to take your mind off of things, you insisted that you couldn’t waste time that was better spent on your project.

So, most nights the blonde lay in your shared bed, worried frown etched onto her face as she prayed that you wouldn’t overwork yourself. Reaching out her fingers, she felt like there was more than distance between you.

Sure, she could feel you twisting and turning on the other side of the bed but you weren’t there, at least not really. Your mind has been all over the place, constantly jumping from task to task, and you two hadn’t had a real conversation in weeks.

A nudge on Alessia’s arm broke her out of her thoughts as Leah raised an eyebrow, “What’s got her knickers in a twist?”

Letting out a concerned sigh, the striker opened her mouth to answer, eyes still focused on you across the room, when an Irish accent filled the air.

“Yeah, Less, ye not treating the missus right?” Katie teased as she ruffled Alessia’s hair, who rolled her eyes and shrugged the smaller woman off.

Finally tearing her gaze away from you, the blonde turned towards the two, “I’m really worried about her,” she breathed out, fiddling with her fingers.

Leah smacked the back of Katie’s head when she noticed that this was troubling Alessia. “What’s going on?” the blonde questioned in a softer voice.

Sighing Alessia’s eyes travelled back towards you, “It’s finals week in her uni and she’s been working like a dog, day and night, spending every last minute either here or trying to finish her projects. She refuses to believe it but it’s been taking a huge toll on her and I just don’t know how to help.”

Leah and Katie shared a look as they watched the striker’s shoulders drop. They had noticed you gradually pulling away from the team, never joining them on nights out with the excuse of having to do things for school. Initially, everyone believed that you just didn’t fancy the idea of socialising, knowing that you were a rather introverted person.

“I don’t think there’s much you can do except be there for her and make sure that she takes care of herself. Or take care of her yourself when she doesn’t,” the blonde advised as she placed a gentle hand on Alessia’s shoulder.

Katie nodded, “Yeah, maybe you can distract her a bit.” She nudged your girlfriend’s side with a wink, adding in a whisper, “If ya know what I mean.”

Alessia rolled her eyes, threw her head back with a groan and stormed off, not before calling out a ‘You’re unbelievable!’ at the two women who were left cackling.

At the end of the day, everyone found themselves in the changing room, packing their things and getting ready to go home, before meeting at Beth and Viv’s for game night. So, even though all of the girls were exhausted, elated chatter bounced off the walls as the anticipation of an evening full of competitiveness grew.

You had just finished showering and started throwing your things into your bag when a body collided with your back, arms being wrapped around your neck and legs trapping your waist. Your breath got caught in your throat before you realised that only one person would do this.

“Kyra!” you exclaimed in an agitated tone as your eyebrows furrowed and you tried to pry her off of you.

The mischievous laughter in your ear only irritated you further, proving to be an obstacle in your plans to get home as soon as possible to be able to work on your projects. “You wanna be partners later? We’ll destroy everyone,” the Australian grinned as she rocked back and forth.

“I’m not coming,” you huffed out as you still struggled to get her off your back, “Now get off, Kyra!” You loved that girl from the bottom of your heart but your bad mood was starting to worsen with every second that passed and you had to do everything in your power not to snap at her.

“What?” she asked, slowly sliding down to stand on the ground and turning to face you, “But we’re the Beyond Lunacy Buddies!” the brunette said, holding your shoulders and shaking your body. “And you already missed the last one,” pouted Kyra.

Your knuckles turned white with the way you were clenching your hands, “Not everyone can sit on their ass and play games the whole day,” you scoffed, ripping yourself out of her grip and zipping your bag. You knew it was wrong of you to lash out at her like that but at that moment everything you could think about was how this interaction was wasting time you didn’t have.

The strict schedule you’d designed barely left you room to breathe and you were determined to follow it down to a T so that you’d get good grades. You didn’t even know why you were so desperate to excel in every task you got, still having your career as a footballer if you didn’t graduate with flying colours. Maybe it was for the slim chance that your parents finally said they were proud of you. Maybe it was to prove your classmates wrong, although they always had something to say, no matter what you did. Maybe it was to prove to yourself that you weren’t a failure. The reason didn’t matter in the end because you were intent on finishing the things you started.

“Geez, don't be such a gloomy Gus,” Kyra’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you quickly grabbed your things and hurried to your car before you had time to regret your words.

Worried eyes followed your disappearing form as everyone wondered what happened to your usually kind and bubbly self.

Slamming the door shut and dropping your bags next to the shoe rack, you grabbed your headphones from the kitchen counter and made your way into your study, closing the door behind you. You turned on noise cancellation and clicked play on your favourite playlist as you began ruffling through all the sheets spread across the desk.

The ideas for the model house and the concept of the mall had been ready a long time ago but the realisation of those ideas wasn’t as easy. Already having done the foundation of the house and more than half of the drawings for the mall, a good portion of the task was done but that didn’t make it any less draining.

You didn’t know how many hours had passed as your headphones died and you were finishing one of the last blueprints while you held a wall of the model, waiting for the glue to dry. When your pencil accidentally rolled under the table, you carefully let go of the wall before you leaned down to pick it up.

After grabbing it, you lean back up. A loud bang fills the air as you bump your head against the table. You rub the back of your head with a wince when the sound of a slight crack follows.

“No, no, no,” you whisper, quickly sitting up and seeing exactly what you were afraid of. The wall you’d been holding came crashing down. Leaning back a bit to check if anything else was damaged, you noticed that in your hurry to sit up, you’d creased a few blueprints on your desk.

The pencil you just picked up was flung across the room as your vision blurred. You could hear your heartbeat thumping in your ears, your hands started shaking, and your breathing picked up.

Shaky hands smacked your forehead while tears were making their way down your cheeks. “You’re so fucking stupid,” you grumbled with a trembling voice, each word accompanied by another smack to your head.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you muttered, hands now tangled in your hair in frustration as you felt a sob bubbling up your chest, opening your mouth to gasp for air as it felt like your throat was closing up.

Gentle hands grabbed your wrists and intertwined with your fingers. “Hey, it’s okay,” whispered Alessia with a soothing voice as she squeezed your hands.

So absorbed in your frustrations, you hadn’t even noticed that your girlfriend was already home. As soon as you saw her standing next to you though, you felt like you could breathe again. Her mere presence calmed you down drastically.

You slowly raised your head to look at the blonde and when she saw your tear-stained cheeks, she immediately pulled you up from your chair and into a tight hug. Even more tears trickled down your face as you were engulfed in Alessia’s perfume and the overwhelming warmth that came with her hugs.

Sobs racked through your whole body and you clenched your fists into the back of the blonde’s t-shirt, hiding your head in her chest. One of the striker’s hands rubbed slow circles onto your back as the other held your head against her and gently scratched your scalp.

When your sobs calmed down a bit and with your head still buried in the crook of your girlfriend’s neck (because you knew that you wouldn’t be able to string together a coherent sentence if you looked at her), you mumbled with a weak voice, “I- It’s just all too much. I actually thought I could do this, you know. ‘Cause how hard can it be to go to training for a few hours and then build some stupid house and make a few drawings?”

Once the dam broke, the words tumbled from your mouth like an avalanche, “Turns out, if you’re as incompetent as I am, it’s too fucking hard. And I know there are thousands of people out there who have it so much worse than I do so I shouldn’t be whining like this but I just feel like I’m drowning and I don’t know what to do,” you confessed before taking a deep breath.

You slowly loosened your grip on Alessia’s shirt and started pulling away as you whispered with your head hung, “Sorry, I’m just dumping all of this on you, it’s not that big of a deal.” You took another step back, wiping away your tears and clearing your throat, “So, how was game night?”

Before you could put more distance between you, soft hands grabbed your cheeks and pulled you close again, “Stop invalidating your feelings!” You drowned in ocean-blue eyes as Alessia reassured, “It is a big deal and I want you to dump everything on me so we can work through it together.”

Her thumbs grazed your cheekbones, your heartbeat slowly returning to its normal pace, while the blonde continued, “I know finals week is very stressful but you’re more than capable of doing this. I believe in you and so should you! If you talk to me and let me help you, we can make sure that you’re not neglecting your health and that you’re not biting everyone’s heads off at training while you’re building a Dreamhouse even Barbie dreams about.”

Letting out a quiet laugh, you hesitantly nodded your head, wrapping your arms around her waist as the striker added once more, “And just because other people have it worse, doesn’t mean you’re not having a hard time.”

You let out a sigh as you nuzzled against Alessia again, “I’m sorry. For everything. I know I haven’t been the nicest person or the best girlfriend. It’s just felt like my final week rather than finals week,” you chuckle with an apologetic smile.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have everything ready in time. You have three more days to finish this, and on two of those we don’t have training, which means that you’re not working any more today!” the blonde grinned, excited now that the time you two spent at home could actually be spent together.

Seeing Alessia’s smile instantly brought a warm, fuzzy feeling to your stomach as you felt overcome with gratitude. Not only for the fact that she stayed with you and supported you but also for the fact that she tried to understand you.

“God, what would I do without you?” you question, squishing the blonde’s cheeks in your hands as you pressed a feather-light kiss to her nose, forgetting about your deadlines for the first time in what felt like months. “But seriously, thank you for putting up with me even if I’ve been a ‘gloomy Gus’ as Kyra would say.”

“Of course, love,” Alessia answered with a gentle peck, “You don’t need to thank me. But you should apologise to Kyra. While I quite enjoyed a night without her pestering, she seemed very sad.”

You grimaced as you let your head fall against the taller woman’s shoulder and sighed, “I’ll go call her.” Staying in Alessia’s embrace for a moment longer, you reluctantly pulled away from her warmth and started walking to the bedroom.

“Y/N.”

Before you could make it out of the study, your girlfriend’s voice stopped you.

Turning around, you were met with Alessia smiling lovingly at you, eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

“I’m proud of you.”

Hearing those words brought new tears to your eyes as you rushed back into the room and tackled the striker in a bear hug. The quiet groan she let out when your body crashed into hers was lost on your ears when you continuously whispered ‘I love you’ while suffocating her with kisses.

Not even when you graduated top of your class had your parents told you they were proud of you. Not even when you and your team won the Olympics that same year. But you didn’t care anymore because you had a clumsy blonde who’d tell you every day.

#woso #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #arsenal x reader #arsenal wfc #woso x reader #arsenal

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months ago

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The Rebound 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Curtis Everett

Summary: after a divorce, you try to start over.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You take a new path. You tell yourself it's to mix it up, to be a hit more spontaneous. You're downfall had come from being a creature of habit.

So instead of north, you go south, away from the river and towards the ravine where trees slant and the land turns bumpy and peaty. You stop at the edge and peer down at the steep incline. You breathe in the slightly damp air, the night's rain still wet on the grass and bark.

You're hypnotised by the lightheadedness caused by the drop. You slowly back up and walk along the border. You couldn't make the hike down though you've seen teens hanging around there. You press on, walking over even ground.

A sudden snap has you on high alert. You look over your shoulder. You try not to think of Curtis, try not to assume or expect. You don't want to make a big deal of nothing. Lee always said you were good at that, where he did the opposite.

There's no one there but you feel something beneath your foot. You look down. A snare. You've walked straight into a rabbit trap. Is it his? You wish you knew how reset it. Instead you'll have to leave his hard work spoiled.

You make your way back to the road and follow it to your sister's house. He lingers in the back of your mind. You haven't seen him at the library. It's been weeks. You shouldn't care so much. You don't.

He came when you weren't there. You know that. You saw his book in returns. Is he avoiding you? Were you that awkward? No, it's just Curtis. He avoids everyone. He's smart. Hammer Ford does not inspire trust.

You enter the house, kicking the dirt off your shoes before you break the threshold. You leave the sneakers on the mat as you hear your sister with the kids. You look in on them and she gives you a sharp look as you offer a small wave. You cringe and go to the kitchen to get water.

You hear the Bluey song play and your sister appears as you chug down a tall glass. You pull your lips of the brim and wipe the dribble down your chin. She looks tired. Kids do that to ya.

"You've lost weight," Katie says.

You should be proud for her noticing but even after two births, she's effortlessly petite. You nod, "yeah."

"Great, and... how about a place? You found one yet?"

She's never been particularly tactful. She gets that from your mother. Maybe that's why she's the favourite.

"Looking," you assure her, "I have enough for a deposit now but not much around here."

She nods and opens the fridge. She takes out two of the drinkable yogurts for the kids. You drink nervously.

"I heard about him. Lee," she says as she stands on the other side of the island, "he's with some young one now."

"Oh."

"Good riddance," she sneers, "I never liked him. Never mentioned it but one time at Christmas... well, he made a suggestion."

You frown. Why is she telling you this? It doesn't make you feel better.

"Oh, I'm... sorry he did that."

"We all tried to warn you," she shrugs.

You finish your water and rinse the glass. It's easier than pointing out she was still a teen when you got engaged. Whatever.

"Mom's coming for dinner tonight."

You pause before you can set the glass in the rack. Great. Another judgement to come.

"She wants you there too."

"Okay," you don't argue. Twenty years of it with Lee, you don't need to keep it up.

"Right, well, I gotta go look after the kids. Life, you know."

She leaves and you put the glass down. You blink back her underhanded jab. You don't have kids or a husband or even a house. Look at her, taking in her tragic sister. How fucking merciful.

🌲

Your mother barely acknowledges you when she gets there. She’s too caught up in her favourite and her grandchildren. You’re fine with it; used to it. You’re far enough in life that you know it isn’t worth it to try or care. Same as with your husband. Ex now. Officially.

Finally, after the last months of struggling, you have some good news. The email was both a relief and a final punctuation. Now you can move on, just like Lee.

You sit at the table. You have your chicken breast, a thoughtful portion of rice, and lots of green beans. You’re life might not be any more balanced but your meals are.

As your mom finishes her preening and cooing over the messy toddler beside her, she turns to you. You know by the glint in her eye, it won’t be any different than your last conversation. Or any over the last how many decades.

“How nice it is of Katie to take you in,” she chimes.

“Yeah, very nice,” you gulp, “um, but not for much longer. Divorce is final. Lawyer’s fees will come off the alimony. Which I’m getting.”

It feels nice to say it out loud. Hearing it come out of your own mouth makes it real. Makes it true.

“When did you find this out?” Your sister chirps.

“Couple hours ago.”

“Wow,” both your mother and sister utter.

“That’s great news,” your mother grins, “but you’re still divorced and childless. You don’t have much time left on the clock.”

You look at your plate. For every win, they find a loss. Yes, that’s true, but you don’t want kids and after your marriage, you want a husband even less. One is just fine.

#curtis everett #dark curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #drabble #series #au #backwoods #snowpiercer #the rebound

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calummss · 2 years ago

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Infect Me With Your Lovin, Fill Me With Your Poison | Klaus Mikaelson

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summary: you have rejected klaus mikaelson a few more than once, even if he charmed you. when you find out that klaus slept with hayley, jealousy overcomes you and makes you snap at the hybrid who in return gets exactly what he wants

pairing: fem! reader x klaus mikaelson

words: 2.7k

a/n: please listen to this song whilst reading if you can!! life changing

tw: sexy vampire x hybrid smut (blood, kinky sexy) 18?+ smut BUT i can’t write smut well so i wrote some stuff and as everyone knows by now, self interpreted ending :)

‘Where have you been?’ Caroline asked as soon as you entered the back garden of the Mikaelson house, her eyes telling you that she was already fed up.

‘Dreading to come actually,’ you rolled your eyes, immediately snatching Caroline’s planner chart to see what had to be done by today.

Apparently Klaus and his siblings wanted to host some kind of ball and asked Caroline to help, and Caroline being Caroline couldn’t say no. Not only that but she also dragged you into today’s schedule because Klaus had a soft spot for you and thought you could protect her from him, and there was the other reason being that you also loved planning and organising.

‘Caroline, those blue flowers are so ugly…are you seriously going to use them?’ You judged her as she gave you the same look back.

‘Yes,’ she beamed sarcastically, ‘Morning glories are pretty.’

You cleared your throat.

‘Well maybe you should’ve been there when we discussed everything today.’

‘Caroline, please.’ You breathed, silently enjoying the banter. ‘I was not hating…just, you know, judging.’

‘Then stop.’ She snapped, taking back her chart and started to walk towards the terrace where Tyler and Matt tried to detangle pairs of fairy lights.

Chuckling at the two, you observed the scenery in front of you. Flowers in full bloom, greenery as wide as the eye could see as well as a pond that served as a home to multiple ducks. But at the bridge that led to a gazebo that stood on a small hill, you saw Hayley and Klaus talking. They were too far away to eavesdrop but you could tell that she kept smiling at him. You have rejected Klaus Mikaelson more than a few times, even if he charmed you. You just weren’t quite ready to date the most evil villain in supernatural history, but seeing Klaus with Hayley made you clench your teeth.

‘Oh my, I’m so sorry.’ A girl bumped into you with a box Caroline most likely sent her to another location of the house.

‘Watch where you’re going.’ You scoffed, defensively squaring up.

‘I apologise.’ She murmured, her eyes quickly glancing left to right.

‘And I said watch where you are going.’ You stepped closer, so close that you could lean forward to compel her. ‘I want you to go home and write down 100 reasons why you’ll never be worth anything.’

The girl left just as Caroline approached you with an angry look on her face.

‘What was that?’ She kept her eyes on her.

‘I compelled her to leave.’

‘We need help here. Hello? I mean we only have a few hours left!’

‘She was useless Caroline.’ You stated, letting your head fall back. ‘I’ll do whatever she has to do.’

‘You better,’ her white teeth smiled at you.

‘By the way,’ you straightened yourself, staring back into the distance where Hayley and Klaus were still talking about god knows what. ‘Why is that wolf girl smiling at Klaus like she owes him just that?’ You shot back one of the champagne glasses that stood on the table, quickly wiping a drop with your sleeve.

‘You haven’t heard,’ Caroline raised her eyebrows, she too now staring at the two of them. ‘Tyler’s bitchy werewolf friend Hayley slept with Klaus. Don’t ask why, I wouldn’t know how that happened.’

‘So why does she keep smiling at him?’

‘Maybe she fell for him.’

Somehow hearing that made you uneasy, like you wanted to rip her heart from her chest.

‘Why?’ Caroline smirked, turning to face you. ‘Jealous?’

‘What?’ You snapped back.

‘Oh come on, Klaus has been practically drooling over you and you kept pushing him away. I’d say you’re jealous because maybe he moved on.’

‘He didn’t move on,’ You grabbed another glass.

‘You say that so confidently.’

‘He sent me a dress to wear tonight,’ you took a sip, ‘a pink one. He knows my favourite colour is pink…he still likes me. Even asked me for a dance.’

‘So are you going to give him a chance?’

You kept your eyes on Hayley who had just put her hand on Klaus’ arm, throwing herself onto him hidden by a violent laugh.

Shooting back the second glass you walked past Caroline.

‘I’m going to get more decorations from inside the house.’

‘They’re in one of the backrooms!’ Caroline shouted from behind as you walked into the house to get away from anything Klaus and Hayley related. The thought of them having sex made your stomach churn. But it also sparked a flame from within; hatred; jealousy? You were pretty sure you were jealous you just didn’t want to admit it just yet.

Walking into a room you were greeted by many cardboard boxes that were filled to the brim with all sorts of decorations. Some where definitely for Christmas, others for Easter. Grabbing a garland you tried pulling it out but it didn’t budge. Repeatedly you tried to get it out, tons of ornaments refusing to move under the massive amounts of other stuff.

‘Why won’t this come out!’ You sneered, ripping part of it off and throwing it at the wall.

‘There there, love,’ Klaus’ voice caught you by surprise, turning around to see him leaning against the door frame. ‘I don’t know what that poor garland did to you but certainly it couldn’t have hurt you that much.’

‘What do you want?’, you scoffed, once again trying to get that bloody garland out but it would just not move.

‘Why do I have the feeling that you have been ignoring me, love?’

‘I don’t know, have I?’

‘Come on,’ Klaus stepped further into the room, arrogance dripping down his shoulders. ‘It’s rude not to let me know why…’

You turned around to face him, your body starting to feel warm. ‘Why don’t you go back to Hayley hm?’

‘So this is about Hayley? I suppose Caroline told you. You two seemed pretty close just moments ago.’

‘So it’s true then? You slept with her?’

‘Shouldn’t I have?’ He cocked his head, his devilish smirk adding to the rising warmth within.

You stayed quiet and instead turned around to face your luck once more.

‘Does it bother you?’

‘No it doesn’t bother me,’ you grabbed ahold of the decoration once more. ‘You can fuck whomever you want to, Klaus. Just leave me alone and go back to fucking her, why-the-fuck-won’t-this-stupid-decoration-come-out!’

‘You’re jealous.’ Klaus chuckled, you could hear it in his voice how amused he was.

‘I’m not. You go back to that little slut of yours and leave me alone.’ You stepped closer.

‘I have fancied you for months so now when I sleep with someone you suddenly seem to care…why?’

‘Okay fine, Klaus,’ your hand fell over your face, bile starting to rise in your throat. ‘I care. I am so angry at you for sleeping with Hayley when you should’ve fucked me!’

Klaus continued to smirk, his eyes glistening. Somewhat happy that you finally had exploded and accepted that you actually had like him for longer.

‘First of all, love,’ he came even closer, his chest so close you could almost feel his heartbeat through your chest. ‘I wouldn’t just fuck you, I would worship you.’

‘Is that what you told Hayley?’ You gazed into his eyes, his lips so close you could almost taste him.

‘Barely did any talking.’ Klaus’ nose brushed against your, ‘I thought of you whilst I was inside of her,’

‘That doesn’t exactly make a girl swoon,’ A suppressed laugh escaped your lips, breaking eye contact before Klaus’ finger pushed your head back up at him.

‘Let’s not pretend that you don’t love it, Y/n,’ he said sturn. ‘Why keep this wall up of yours.’

You raised your eyebrows.

‘Come on, darling. You love that the bad guy has a soft spot for you.’ He chuckled. ‘No one’s going to judge you for wanting to sleep with me…maybe even more.’

His lips came closer and closer, both hands already cupping your face. You really wanted to kiss him. You really did.

Heat arose from your stomach to your chest. His lips were getting closer and your heart skipped a beat. His dark blue eyes sparked with sin as his eyes didn’t leave your gaze. Your heart pounded in your chest as your knees got weaker. The empty void that filled the space between your bodies was filled with his presence as he stepped even closer. Your whole body tingled, the feeling of his frame leaning on yours, as his arms wrapped around you felt nearly forbidden. His lips brushed against yours, softly, delicately, like you were a porcelain figure, one crack away from falling to pieces and being broken forever. Seconds later the gap was closed. His hands cupped your face as his lips crashed into yours, lips plump and smooth against your own. His arms found themselves to your back, pulling you closer than was possible—you also wanted to be closer to him. You could only focus on how soft he felt against your lips, how addictively he invaded all your senses.

You pushed away from him before he could indulge once more as you hastily pulled back from the kiss.

‘We shouldn’t do this. This is a terrible idea.’ Your thoughts scattered across the floor, breathing heavily.

‘You’re right . . . Want to do it again?‘

‘Yes.’

Barely a sound escaped you before he cupped your face again, kissing you more forcefully than before; your arms finding their way to his neck, making sure you wouldn’t fall from the force he was impacting you with. His arms were around your lower back, pulling you towards his torso. Your hands had found his hair that you had secretly been dreaming of tugging since the moment you saw. Not breaking the kiss you went to one of the bedrooms just next door, closing it before resuming the kiss.

You parted your lips, urging him to open his, moaning into his mouth. Dragging his lips against your cheek up to your ear, his hand found your face again, his thumb pulling down your bottom lip, breaking the kiss again, your eyes meeting, now under different circumstances.

You tore off his shirt, gently stroking his chest as he pulled of your trousers and shirt as you kissed him again. His tongue pushing past yours, his hands at the back of your head pushing you further into his kiss.

You played with his belt, trying to unbuckle it as he clipped off your bra leaving you in only your panties. Your fingers continued to brush against the light stubble on his lower abdomen when he suddenly broke the kiss, his eyes darkening as his lip curled almost devilishly.

Klaus walked over to the door, ‘Do you get turned on listening to people have sex, Hayley?’, and swiftly opened the door to reveal Hayley whose eyes were wide with shock, taken aback by having been found.

Klaus pulled Hayley into the room by the collar of her jeans jacket, locking the door to ensure that no other person would interrupt again.

‘I didn’t mean to.’ She said, barely audible as the shame started to settle in, her fingers playing with the hair tie around her wrist. ‘I won’t tell anyone.’

‘We don’t care if anyone knows about us, love.’ Klaus drawled, rolling his eyes.

Hayley’s eyes met yours before they visibly travelled down to your naked chest that already bore red spots from Klaus’ foreplay.

‘You are interrupting.’ You said coldly, almost hissing as you felt the annoyance rise in you, your fingernails digging into your palms as you tried to control yourself.

Klaus gazed at you then back at Hayley.

‘Now what do we do with you,’

‘I want her dead, Klaus.’ Monotone. You could only stare at her, your mind filling with images of every way you could ensure to stop her beating heart.

He chuckled. ‘You hear that little wolf? My darling girl wants you dead…,’ his hands grabbed Hayley’s shoulders and squared them with his. ‘And everything my girl wants she gets.’ Klaus looked directly into her eyes. ‘Stand here and don’t move.’

He moved her hair from her neck, ‘Fancy a drink, love?’

You stepped towards Hayley, your eyes filling with lust as your teeth finally pierced through her delicate skin. The thick sweet taste of werewolf blood coating your tongue as you felt an euphoric rush travel through your veins. You could feel the life drain out of her body as shallow breaths of dying filled your ears. Glimpsing over at Klaus who also had his teeth buried into her neck, you noticed that he already had been staring at you.

Blood started to drip down the corners of your mouth, falling onto your chest, nipples hardening in arousal. The warm blood messily smearing over your naked body. Taking your index finger, you collected some of the blood and placed it on your tongue, closing your mouth around it as you sucked it off, your eyes never leaving his.

Klaus pushed Hayley’s dead body to the ground, clenching his jaw. You stood inches apart, your nose picking up the scent of blood mixed with his cologne.

Seconds later the gap was closed again. His hands cupped your face as his lips crashed into yours. His arms found themselves back at your back, pulling you closer.

‘If only I had known how twisted you really are,’

Your eyes found his; chest rising and falling heavily waiting for him to finish his sentence.

‘I would’ve fucked you sooner.’ Klaus smirked, pulling you in for one more heated kiss before he pulled away. His breath sent shivers down your spine, raising goosebumps on every available patch of skin that was naked to the open.

Your breath hitched when you suddenly felt his mouth on your tits. He started to trace long slow licks; licking of the blood. His right hand found its way to your other breast, massaging it thoroughly and pinching your hardened nipple. You bit your lower lip closing your eyes as you felt your heart beat outside of your chest, your cunt aching from between your thighs, soft moans escaping your blood stained lips.

‘God you are so beautiful.’

‘Fuck,’ you hissed, his tongue starting to flick your nipples as your fingers buried themselves his his hair. Gently tugging it.

Your hands fell to his face bringing him to your face, and forcefully kissed him again, the sight of him being covered in blood sending heat waves down to cunt, feeling that your panties were already soaked. Your arms found their way to his neck, to make sure you wouldn’t fall from the force he was impacting you with. His arms were around your lower back, pulling you towards his body.

‘She tastes good but you would taste better,’

He pushed your body onto the bed, ripping off your panties as a long lick from your hole to your clit made you arch your back. His finger parted your lips and started to explore your already wet cunt, his teeth biting the thin skin of your inner thighs.

‘We barely started and you're soaked? Just for me,’ he chuckled. ‘And here I thought you hated me. Turns out you’ve just been fighting me?’ You closed your eyes and turned your head to the side, difficulty concentrating as he started to push his tongue deeper into you. Slowly he began to pump his fingers out of you, too slow for your liking. Your hands grasped his wrist, nails digging into his skin, asking for more.

‘Not satisfied darling?’ He cocked at you.

You could only concentrate on the pleasure you were receiving, and whimpered out a no. You barely had time to take another breath before he reattached his mouth to your aching cunt.

‘Fuck!’ You yelled out, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair. A deep moan escaped his lips, sending vibrations through your body. He added another finger going even faster than his previous pace, curling his fingers, hitting your spot perfectly.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, making you cry out in euphoria. With every forceful hit you felt your orgasm draw nearer and nearer. It felt like a knot inside of your stomach was going to explode any second which Klaus started to notice. Just before you could release your screams, he pulled out his digits and grinned.

‘Please make me cum,’ You whimpered out desperately.

Klaus’ lips hovered over yours, giving you a taste of yourself as you caught his lips. ‘With time, love.’

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magics-neptunes-things · 5 months ago

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Lucky Clover

Hi guys!

This is a new one from a request that you can find here, here and here :)

I haven't proofread it because I'm a lazy bitch, sorry if there is some mistakes.

Please enjoy ♥

When she woke up this morning, Caitlin wasn’t feeling pretty well. She had trouble to fall asleep the night before, so she just thought it was because she was lacking some hours of sleep. Katie noticed as soon as she puts her eyes on her girlfriend that something wasn’t right. She asks several times Caitlin what was going on, but the Aussie sticks with her answers that she genuinely thought was right.

She hasn’t sleep as much as she needs, and her headache was coming from here.

Katie makes her drink more water than usual and cook her specials protein pancakes for her breakfast, in addition with bacon and avocado toasts. Even if the Matilda rolls her eyes, she eats every single bite of her plate, just to erase the concern on Katie’s face.

And, because Katie knew that they will be separated during training, the Irish woman puts a lot of cereal bars and Cailtin’s favorites Gatorade in Cait’s bag. Caitlin loves to see how much her girlfriend is concern about her health, honestly. In her opinion, it was maybe a little too much anyway.

But when she said it to Katie, the Irish captain got so mad that she changes her mind. And she got extra cuddles and kisses before leaving for training, so it was worth it after all.

They are separated today because the staff wanted for the forwards and midfielder to work together, while the goalkeepers and the defenders will have their training together. In everyday life it wouldn’t worry Katie, they made themselves the promise to keep things professional, no matter what was happening at home.

Today, anyway, Katie asked Kyra and Alessia to have a special look on Caitlin. The girl is still very pale and seems to walk in slow motion. Which can’t be very good. Alessia reassure her that everything will be alright and Katie nods without really listening to her, her eyes on Caitlin during all the time they were talking.

Katie had a hard time to be focused on what was happening on the pitch to be honest. It’s only when she received Leah’s ball right on the face that she realizes how much she was distracted.

“I’m sorry mate, you alright?” Leah asks, one hand between Katie’s shoulders.

“I’m ok”

Katie passes her hand on her nose to be sure that she’s not bleeding before standing up again. She has tears in her eyes because of the strength of the shot, but other than that she’s alright.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been sure you were looking before passing it to you” Leah says again but Katie dismissed her apologizes with a sign of her hand.

“It’s ok, don’t worry.”

“Maybe you should go check in the infirmary, just to be sure?”

It wasn’t Leah talking this time, but one of Jonas’ assistants. After several seconds of hesitation, Katie finally nods. She’s not the one to whine for nothing, never has been. But she can’t help but think that maybe she will have a chance to look at her girlfriend.

She takes the direction of the infirmary, walking quickly anyway. The other group is training on the pitch that you can watch from the infirmary. After having explain to the nurse what she’s doing here, Katie looks at the pitch. She spots Caitlin almost immediately, running way slower than their teammates.

It’s only several minutes after that Caitlin suddenly stops running and put her hand on her face. Almost two seconds later she’s falling on the ground, her fall only reduced by Lia who is able to catch Caitlin at the right time.

Without really thinking, Katie starts to run in Caitlin’s direction. She takes less than one minute to join the pitch, but during this time Lia kneeled in front of Caitlin, stroking her face or her hair. Katie can’t really see it perfectly, but she knows that the sight isn’t pleasant for her. She must take all she has not to push Lia away from her girlfriend when she’s finally here.

“What happened?” she asks, positioning herself next to Lia.

Lia still has her hand on Caitlin’s cheek, who has always her eyes closed.

“She fainted” Lia starts to explain. “I tried to catch her as best as I could, but she wasn’t next to me”

“Didn’t I asked you to have a look on her?” Katie growls to Kyra.

“I tried! But she pushed me away, saying I’m the most annoying person in the world”

Katie sighs, she knows perfectly that Caitlin probably did. Plus, Kyra isn’t really someone who can lie so easily. She just has to take a look at Alessia to know that it’s the truth.

But her attention is quickly diverted from her younger teammate, Lia is talking to her girlfriend who seems to move a little bit. Meanwhile, the medical team had made her roll on her back and was checking different things on her. Katie really tries hard no to push Lia too hard, but she nevertheless steps up between the two exes, chasing curls of hair on Caitlin’s face.

“Katie?” mumbles Caitlin without opening her eyes.

“I’m here Babe” Katie whispers back. “Everything is fine, ok? They will take you to the medical center.”

She’s glad that her girlfriend is able to recognize her only with a touch on her face. It makes her feel a sense of pride and revenge against Lia. Which is probably very stupide because Lia has a girlfriend too, but she can’t help it.

She doesn’t really like the way Caitlin is dragged like a rag doll, but she follows her very closely. She then watches while they make different tests on her girlfriend, silently thinking about the different feelings she had the minutes before.

She never has been a jealous person before Caitlin. She basically lives away of her girlfriend before, who was going out with friends and everything without her. It’s not a question of trust, she trusts Caitlin with her whole life. But she just can’t stand people touching or looking at her girlfriend in a special way.

The worse is that she knows that Lia probably wasn’t showing any interest in Caitlin, unless her health maybe. They managed to stay friends after the breakup, unlike Katie and Ruesha who hardly tolerate each other during Irish camp. Lia and Katie were friends before the McFoord couple, and they still are. Lia is mature, friendly and kind, some qualities that weren’t exactly the ones usable for Ruesha.

Katie is getting out of her mind when she realizes that Caitlin’s eyes are looking for her. She approaches slowly the bed where Caitlin is lying to take her hand.

“How are you feeling?” Katie softly asks.

“Not so good” Caitlin admits shyly.

Katie rolls her eyes but doesn’t scold her. For now. She will probably do it when her girlfriend will be recovered, but not now. She’s way too anxious about Caitlin’s health to do it.

“Ok so she basically is dehydrated and has some fever. We can keep her here or you can take her home, as long as you call us if everything’s wrong.”

“You want to go home Babe?” Katie asks Caitlin.

“Please.”

Katie nods and went quickly grab their things while the medical team is administering some meds to Caitlin. She stops to the training ground to keep the team updated, skillfully ignoring Lia’s eyes, a little ashamed about her feelings. And then she finally comes back to her girlfriend who is waiting for her, sitting on the same bed.

“Ready to go?”

Caitlin nods and gets up slowly, Katie passing immediately her arm around her waist to help her walk. Caitlin passes her arm around her shoulders, and they managed to reach Katie’s car pretty quickly. After having open the door for Caitlin and secured her, she throws their bags in the back seat and start to drive them home.

She’s relieved to see that Caitlin has her eyes open during the drive home, even if she’s not really talking. She seems pretty tired but is still up when they arrived home.

“Don’t move” Katie warns Caitlin who rolls her eyes.

But she obeys, waiting for Katie to open her door again. Deciding to grab their bags later, Katie takes her girlfriend in her arms in the bride style, surprising her in the process.

“Aren’t we supposed to pass in front of the mayor before that?” Caitlin mumbles.

“Is your fever that high?” Katie smirks.

Caitlin smiles back and hides her face in her girlfriend’s neck. They talked about it before, Caitlin knows that Katie doesn’t want to get married. She got engaged with Ruesha during their relationship and things start to be weird at this point. There is no way in the world that she loses Caitlin in that way. She probably won’t heal if their relationship comes to an end.

The Australian understood Katie’s point of view, but she can’t help but thought about being married to Katie. She loves the idea of both of them in white dresses, happy in front of their family. Lull by those ideas and the comforting smell of her girlfriend, Caitlin might have pass out a little bit, because next things she knows, Katie is putting her on their couch.

“I know you probably don’t want that for now, but a shower would probably be a good idea.”

Caitlin groans before sighing. She knows that Katie is right, but she doesn’t have the energy for it.

“I’ll help you, ok?”

Caitlin nods only, looking at her girlfriend gathering some things before she hears her phone ringing on her pocket.

“It’s my mom” she mumbles.

“Answer her while I prepare the bathroom”

Looks like her mom hear thanks to social media about Caitlin’s fainting during the training and was death worried. Caitlin managed to reassure her while Katie was away, explaining to her what happened. And she adds that Katie was taking care of her, so it will be ok.

Caitlin’s mom knows that her daughter will be. She met Katie before; she knows how much the Irish woman is protective toward Caitlin. When the call is finished, Caitlin stands up to join Katie in the bathroom, who welcomes her with a frown.

“What are you doing up?”

“I wanted a hug” Caitlin shrugs.

It wasn’t exactly the truth, but she knows how to soften Katie. The frown on her girlfriend’s face effectively disappears for a soft expression. She wraps comforting arms around Caitlin’s frame and kisses softly and several times her cheek. Just where Lia happened to touch her.

After a last kiss on Caitlin’s cheek, Katie takes the hem of her shirt to help her getting undressed.

“Up” she says softly, designating her arms with a nod.

Caitlin obliges and let her girlfriend do almost what she wants with her, sighing in relief when her skin is hit by the hot water. She realizes only now how much she was freezing. She would have stayed in there for hours, but after several minutes Katie start to wash gently her body with soap, before starting to wash her hair.

“Close your eyes, Pretty” Katie whispers softly.

Caitlin can only smile in front of the girl’s softness. She never heard her talk so softly, usually Katie was the kind of girl yapping around. She knew that Katie can be sweet and caring, of course. She is daily with her. And when Katie delicately passes a towel around her body and stroke her softly, she’s overwhelmed by the amount of love she feels for her.

“Come on, let’s go to bed now.”

Caitlin doesn’t really have her word to say, but she follows Katie in their room anyway. The Irish girl managed to put an underwear and a shirt on her and Caitlin founds the comfort of their bed with relief.

“Where are you going?” she asks when she realizes that Katie was leaving the room and not coming next to her after having kissed her head.

“You need to rest” Katie frowns.

The Matilda doesn’t say anything but pout, making Katie smiles softly.

“Just let me grab my phone, something to drink and eat and I’ll be there, ok?”

Caitlin doesn’t answer anything, she just hums and closes her eyes. Katie’s promise to come to her as soon as possible is enough for now. She’s in fact asleep pretty quickly and softly snoring when her girlfriend comes in bed next to her.

When she wakes up two hours later, feeling better, Katie is still here, watching something on her phone. Caitlin rolls on her side to snuggle against her girlfriend, melting when she feels Katie’s hand softly stroking her hair.

“I love you” Caitlin mumbles against Katie’s skin.

“I love you even more.”

Katie puts her phone away before turning her head to face Caitlin. Even if she’s still a little tired, Caitlin really feels better. And for the first time since she fainted, she looks entirely at her girlfriend. Katie must have left her several minutes because she definitively took a shower and changed her clothes. But there is something in her eyes that make her frown slightly.

“What?” Katie asks, worried that Caitlin doesn’t feel good again.

“Are you ok?”

Katie’s surprised by the question, after all she isn’t the one who faint several hours before. But when she realizes that Caitlin is looking at her with inquisition, she understands very quickly what she means. Sometimes, she hates how easily the older girl can read into her.

“I’m fine, don’t worry”

Katie flinches at her answer, she knows that if she was fine, she wouldn’t add to Caitlin that she shouldn’t be worried. It’s even harder not to say anything when Caitlin caresses her cheek the way she does.

“Talk to me?”

“It’s nothing” Katie sighs softly. “It’s stupid.”

“Come on Pudding, talk to me”

She uses her best puppy eyes, the ones she knows Katie is unable to resist. She doesn’t use it to often, scared that they stop working. They do for now though.

“It’s just… I wasn’t here when you fainted and it’s Lia who took care of you. It was a strange to see, I know she’s caring obviously but she still your ex and it feel so strange to see you like that. Which is stupid because I was here when you were together, and I know that there is nothing anymore between both of you. But I don’t know. It was very strange.”

Caitlin doesn’t say anything during Katie’s ramble, letting her girl getting out what she needs. She doesn’t move either, looking attentively at her.

“I don’t remember a lot” Caitlin admits softly. “I just know that Kyra kept annoying me –“

“She was looking at you because I asked her to” Katie rolls her eyes.

Caitlin hums in answer before continuing. She had the feeling that it was the case.

“Alessia said something to me that I hadn’t understood and then everything went black. Next thing I remember is hearing Lia’s voice but I wanted you to be here. And then you stroke my hair and I knew you were.”

“I went to the infirmary and I saw you fainted” Katie explains.

“What were you doing there?”

Oh. Katie almost forgot. She even didn’t put ice on her nose like the nurse asked her to do. She decided not to tell Caitlin this part.

“I received Leah’s ball right on the face” Katie shrugs. “But I’m good.”

Caitlin hums once again and let her heavy eyes closed this time. She was looking to fall asleep again, but it wasn’t what Katie wanted.

“You need to drink something and try to eat too, Babe. Don’t sleep now.”

“But I’m tired” Caitlin groans.

“Do you want me to make you toast with vegemite?”

After some seconds of hesitation, Caitlin opens one of her eyes.

“Grilled toast?”

“If you want to” Katie laughs.

She kisses Caitlin’s cheek softly before getting up from their bed. They have always at least one pot of vegemite in the house, Caitlin eats toast almost every day with it. She doesn’t have today obviously, because Katie was the one who made her breakfast.

When Katie comes back with toasts and a big cup of tea, Caitlin was dozing off but she opens her eyes as soon as she hears Katie coming in.

She received another call from her mother and her sister while she Katie is feeding her with mountains of toasts. She will be ok, taking care by her girlfriend and a lot of vegemite.

#woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso one shot #katie mccabe x caitlin foord #caitlin foord imagine #caitlin foord #caitlin foord x katie mccabe #katie mccabe #katie mccabe imagine

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yelenasdiary · 1 year ago

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Can i please request a flufftober fic where kate has planned out a nerdy date for reader? Comic shops and maybe a cute japanese bakery or retro arcade? Some friendly competition with some of the arcade games and some crazy fluff? Kate x fem!reader please. I love your writing so much :) thank you for considering

But I Didn't Win?

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem! Reader

Summary: Kate finally asks you out on the perfect date!

Warnings: None, all Fluff! | 1.3K

AC:I missed Kate so much!! I hope you enjoy this!! x

October Special Masterlist

Kate was more than nervous as she approached your door, 15 minutes earlier than she told you she'd be here to pick you up. Her palms were sweaty and her mind running with "please let this be the perfect day!". It took a lot of confidence for the archer to finally ask you out, after learning just how much you loved Japanese food and comics, she planned the perfect date.

A loud knock on your door alerted you that your date was early but you expected that and you thought it was rather sweet. You opened the door and smiled, "you're early" you greeted the brunette.

"I'm sorry, if you're not ready, I am happy to wait" Kate replied trying her best to kind her nerves. "Oh no, I'm ready, lets go!" you smiled, grabbing your purse and pulling the door closed behind you. Kate's growing smile made you blush at just how adorable she was, it was no secret that you both had had an eye on each other but of course you were both too nervous to act on it.

"What's the plan bishop?" you asked, linking your arm around Kate's. She blushed but acted normal, "I thought we could go to the arcade first then to this bakery I know of, I think you'll like it! Then after that, if you aren't bored of me yet, I thought we could go to the comic book shop" Kate replied with confidence. You chuckled, "I doubt I'll get bored of you Katie! But I do hope you're not a sore loser because I am going to kick your butt at these arcade games" you teased.

"Wanna bet on it?" Kate looked at you with a raised brow.

"Of course! If I win, you have to win the giant Lucario plushie that I've been saving my tickets for!" you replied with a playful smirk!

"Deal! And if I win, I get to take you on another date on Friday night" Kate said with a boost of confidence in her tone.

"Deal!" you shook her hand gently, trying to hide the fact you were blushing.

The arcade was one of your favorite places to go, Kate was more into playing video games online than coming to an arcade, but this wasn't the first time you both spent a few hours here. Playing a couple of rounds of hoops first, of course Kate won at that game, and she was sure to boost her win!

Next was a ride on motorcycle racing game, which to the proud smile on your face, you won! You had the advantage of Kate being somebody who walked around the city rather than driving. Then it was off for a couple of rounds at the air hockey table, it was a close game full of giggles and playful insults, but you won at that by 1 point.

The afternoon followed with a one-on-one match on Street Fighter, an army shooting game, taking in turns on Pac-Man, playing multiple other games before ending the friendly competition with Dance Dance Revolution. Unfortunately for Kate, she lost, making you the winner of the bid.

"You look a little too happy with that Lucario plushie" Kate playfully rolled her eyes as you teasingly snuggled the large stuffed toy while walking to the next stop on your date. Kate didn't even get close to enough tickets to win the plushie, so you kindly donated your saved tickets and the ones you had won today. "Look at him! He's adorable!" You pouted at her before snuggling into him a little harder. Kate chuckled, shaking her head, "I hope you're hungry because we're here!" she replied.

"Oh my god!" you gasp, "I've heard of this place online but I haven't had a chance to check it out!" you added with a smile. The small traditional Japanese bakery just opened up a few months ago and you've been dying to try the delicious foods that you saw advertised on their Instagram page.

"I remember you talking to Yelena about it" Kate smiled softly, "I booked us a table" she added.

"A table, at a bakery?" you cocked a brow, your cheeks red with blush. You found it adorable that Kate had booked a table for you both even though booking wasn't necessary.

"Well I really didn't want to bring you here and it be too busy so I wanted to be sure you could really enjoy yourself" Kate explained, hiding her own blushing cheeks with a smile.

"That was pretty smart thinking! I'm starving!"

Kate chuckled before opening the door for you, "after you" she gestured with her hand for you to go walk in first.

The bakery welcomed you with the smell of freshly baked goods and the smiles of the workers as they greeted you and walked you to the booked table Kate made. "All of this looks amazing!" Your eyes scanned the menu unsure of what you wanted to try.

"Order whatever you like, don't be scared" Kate looked up from the menu at you, "I'm paying" she added. "Oh Katie! No!! You already paid for all the games we played!" you replied, shaking your head. Kate ignored your reply and looked back down at the menu, not taking no for an answer.

"Fine, but you find any comics at the comic store, I am buying them for you!" you cocked a brow at her once more before your eyes went back down onto the menu. Silence was shared between you both as you looked over what you wanted to eat, after a few moments you finally settled on three different things to try and so did Kate.

After the bakery, both you and Kate wandered to the comic bookstore only a few blocks away with your stomachs full and red blushing cheeks, slightly to scared to reach for each other's hand. "Thank you for lunch Katie!" you broke the shortly lived silence between the two of you. Kate turned to you and smiled softly, "it's nothing" she replied.

Once at the comic book store, you couldn't help but really take notice of the type of comics that Kate was picking up, which ones she carried around the store with her and the ones she silently hummed and arred at before putting it back.

"Look Katie! It's you!" You held up at comic with an illustration of Kate on the cover, "I'm getting this one!" you added with a cheeky smile on your lips. Kate just chuckled and shook her head before making her way to the counter to pay. "Hey!" you playfully slapped her hand away from her purse as she went to pull out her bank card, "I said I was paying" you reminded her, your hand reaching for your purse.

The date went even longer after the visit to the comic book store, Kate took you for a walk through central park, stopping for ice cream before walking you home. "Do you want to stay and watch a movie or something?" you asked as the two of you came to a stop at your apartment door. "I would love too but I have to get home to Lucky, it's dinner time for him" Kate replied with another playful eyeroll.

"Well, in the case" you paused, smiling softly as you took a step closer to Kate, dropping your new plushie to the floor. "Thank you for today, I had a really lovely time" you added, your eyes dropping to her lips. You gently ran your tongue over your lips before slowly pressing them against Kate's, kissing her softly but deeply. The dark haired girl kissed you back without hesitation, her hands found your hips and pulled you closer into her. You smiled against her lips, "I'll see you Friday, right?" you asked as you pulled away.

"But I didn't win?" Kate questioned with a slightly confused look.

"To me you did" you smiled softly at the blue eyed girl before unlocking your front door, "I'll see you Friday at 7 then" Kate replied, trying to hide her growing smile.

#yelenasdiary asks #anon #fanfiction #kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #hawkeye #flufftober

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jaegeraether · 1 year ago

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 23)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (22)

Masterlist (other parts here)

“You can’t wear that.” Lucy said from behind her.

She spun around, surprised. “Is it… does it look bad?”

Lucy moved up behind her, turning her back around to face the mirror again, her arms coming around her and her chin finding her shoulder. “You look so stunning, that I won’t be able to keep my eyes off you.” She admitted huskily into her ear. “Also, it just so happens that there will be a lot of single, attractive female footballers and I don't want any of them gawking at you or trying their luck.”

YFN laughed, her hand reached to find the back of Lucy’s head. “You know, if I were in a room filled with all of the people in the world, those I knew, and those I didn’t, the first person I’d look for would be you, Luce.”

Lucy liked that. Her grin appeared and she kissed her cheek, hard. And then softer with butterfly kisses down to her neck until it tickled.

“Ai lovebirds! You decent?” Katie yelled before she flung the door open anyways with a grin on her face and a bottle of whisky in her hand.

“Katie!” YFN yelled excitedly and jumped on her. Katie laughed and hugged her tightly.

“Hey chick, how’re you?!”

“I’ve been a little better..” She admitted as she found her feet and gestured to her little bandage above her eye. Her black eye was now just a tinge of light yellow, easily covered by makeup.

“Chick!” Caitlin had her arms out behind Katie and YFN fell into those also. “Missed you.” Caitlin said into her ear. YFN didn’t realise how much she missed the Australian accent.

“I missed you guys too.”

“You only saw each other a week ago.” Lucy grumbled, her jealously a little obvious.

“You should know, Bronze, a week’s trainin’ is like a month’s trainin’,” Katie laughed as they clapped hands.

YFN caught Lucy’s eye and she knew they were thinking the exact same thing. 13 days.

Caitlin stepped around YFN to greet Lucy as Jordan appeared, looking sexy for their night. YFN gave her an intentional up and down look and then winked at her. Jordan grinned proudly. They’d wanted Jordan to look her best because… why not? YFN’s intentions were primarily to build her confidence, though she assumed Jordan’s were more along the lines of a “fuck you” to Leah, wanting her to see what she gave up. Either way, she supported it. They moved to the living room and YFN turned to Katie.

“What are we in for tonight?” She asked nervously. Lucy moved to her side, a hand slipping around to hold her hip. Lucy was obviously already feeling the goodbye, and so needy Lucy was here for the night, it seemed. Luckily it was her favourite. She leaned into her.

“SORRY! Sorry!” Beth yelled as she came through the door. “We were on the phone.”

“Beth was on the phone.” Viv corrected, looking less than impressed. Her usual expression. The little tinge of Scottish when she spoke English was adorable.

They both made their rounds of hellos and hugs, settling into their circle. “What did we miss?”

“Katie was just about to tell us how mad tonight is going to be.” Jordan explained, looking at Katie expectantly.

Katie held up the bottle of whiskey. “That’s what this is for, girls! Just to take the edge off!”

“Katie-”

“Nah, chick.” Katie said to Jordan. “I think you’ll all be needin’ just a sip of this first. Nothin’ too crazy, we’re all in trainin’ after all.”

They each took a shot, some more reluctantly than others, and then Katie put the bottle into the fridge. A ‘housewarming gift’ she said.

She clapped her hands and rubbed them together as if she were going to give a speech. “Okay so… I’m not sure.”

“What do you mean?!”

“Well, we all made some phone calls and I think it’s just gotten way out of hand. Last time I had count, we were up to about seventy-eight..”

“Seventy-eight?!”

“Yeah well, Lumos has really been puttin’ in the work in the background. They’ve gotten the girls all excited and there’s talk they’re convincing investors to bring in funding for more cameras at games, better equipment for us, better sponsorships. Whoever is runnin’ this really knows people. They’re pushing’ for games to move to larger stadiums, more merch to be sold and so much more.” She looked at YFN. “I don’t know how much you know, but everyone’s really excited.”

“I don’t know any of that..” She admitted, worried.

“Oh that’s fine, the girls know that's in the future. What we all care about now is having a publicity company that we can trust, so I dare say you’ll have ya work cut out for ya!”

YFN looked up at Lucy, eyes wide. “What if I don’t know their names? I haven’t memorised everyone yet..”

“No one expects you to have, and I’ll be right there to tell you.”

“That’s bad form if I don’t know.. I should know everything about them from their names to their nationalities, their clubs, their likes and dislikes and play styles..”

“That’s what tonight is for, remember? You have a plan.” Lucy soothed.

“What’s the plan?” Beth asked.

YFN took a breath. “I think the difference with the women’s game to the men’s game is that people really connect with the female players off the field. It’s so different to the men in that way. There’s more emotion, more honestly, more encouragement of players and people in general. People are more invested in the relationships, the friendships, and all of that. So many reporters attack questions from a male perspective, and I don’t want that. Tonight is all about me creating an understanding of players and what they want and what they need from us as a company, because we have that to offer. And not only that, everyone is different. Some people don’t mind talking openly about their relationships or their sexuality or their mental health. Other players don’t want to do that at all. So I did originally plan on talking to every person who came and get to know them individually and what they are and aren’t comfortable talking about.”

The girls looked impressed and she could feel Lucy’s grip tightening proudly beside her.

“That sounds amazing..” Caitlin grinned, excited.

YFN nodded at her shoulder bag. “I was quite literally going to take notes and everything. But seventy-eight people…”

“Last time I checked..” Katie reminded. YFN cringed.

“All of us here will have some ties to the people who are coming, so we’ll do the rounds and make sure everyone knows that you’ll get around to every one.” Jordan suggested at her side and squeezed her hand.

“And I’ll give a bit of a speech so the girls know. Besides that, most of the girls are just excited to get everyone together. We’ve never had anythin’ like this before.”

“If all goes well with Lumos, I was planning to make an event for all of the female footballers every year..” YFN admitted.

They all seemed excited by this. Finally, someone to invest money and interest into women’s football.

“Oh well, it’s going to be a long night.”

YFN was nervously squeezing Lucy’s hand as they walked into the restaurant. To be quite honest, it was more of an extremely large pub than a restaurant, but it was a brilliant English atmosphere. High ceilings, multiple bars, multiple areas. They entered the half of the pub they’d booked and YFN’s mouth dropped open. Even Lucy hesitated. They were early… slightly… but there were still over a hundred female footballers already there, with more arriving. Katie looked at their little group with a cheeky, guilty smile on her face.

“I’m going to talk to the group.” Katie said and wandered over, naturally taking charge.

“We’ll go find us some seats.” Beth offered and dragged Viv off.

Jordan’s eyes wandered the crowd in just as much shock as YFN, and she twitched as she wandered over Leah, though did well to pretend she hadn’t seen her staring at her.

“I think I’m going to go speak to the manager about the seating situation….” Lucy said as she assessed the room. She looked down at YFN. “Will you be okay for a few minutes?”

YFN nodded. It was overwhelming, but she had Jordan, and it’s not like they were all going to attack her at once or anything. Lucy leaned down and kissed her, YFN smiling into it knowing that the primary reason was because lots of the footballers were already staring over at them, and especially at her. The representative for Lumos. Lucy’s lips parted from hers and she kissed her bandage. She ducked down to Jordan on the way past. “You look great Jords, let her know what she’s missing.”

Jordan grinned at her; their history obvious in the grin they shared.

“Shall we?” Jordan asked, extending her arm.

YFN sighed and took it. “I don’t think I’m ready but fuck it. Let’s go.”

YFN was pretty certain that there was someone from every single WSL and Championship club present. After she and Caitlin did some looking around, they agreed that she wasn’t wrong. Katie had done as she’d said and given a speech about how YFN would get around to everybody one by one. None of them seemed impatient, most just excited at that and the fact that everyone was together. She noticed so many reunions, even Lucy catching up with people she hadn’t seen in while. That warmed her heart.

Before she started making the rounds, she spoke to a few of the girls she’d come with about who was who. She wanted to be sure of everyone’s names and clubs at the very least. To ease herself into it, she started with Caitlin so she could get a good rhythm going. Caitlin was the perfect first person, she was patient and funny and genuinely interested and helpful. From there, Caitlin came around with her to introduce all of the other Australian’s she could find, the proud Matilda’s, and YFN realised that all of the aussies had a similar sense of humour that she immediately fell into. She soon became comfortable chatting to players and found herself needing to look for Lucy less, not needing that support. Though, she always found herself looking for her anyways, her neediness always craving her. Most of the time Lucy was already looking at her, the expression on her face ranging from pride to flirting. From the Australian’s of Alanna Kennedy, Mary Fowler, Mackenzie Arnold, Steph Catley, Kyra, Clare Wheeler and more, she was introduced to the people in their respective WSL clubs like the girls at Man City: Chloe Kelly, Khiara Keating, Jill Roord, and so many more. She was overwhelmed but in the best possible way, and she quickly found the most efficient way to take notes as she was usually in a conversation with a few people at once.

She wanted to know what they were comfortable speaking about, and what they weren’t. What they wanted to see improved in the game and industry. What they expected from Lumos as a group. Any dreams, ambitions beyond the sport. What things they do and don’t like being asked, and even when they think they should and shouldn’t be interviewed etc.

YFN was honest with them all about her plans for Lumos. She repeated herself many times during the night, but was proud to say it each time. She wanted them to be comfortable, to not have to rely solely on their media training, to have a say in what gets cut from an interview, and what stays, and to be able to see the finished products before they were sent out into the world. She wanted to encourage sponsorships for individual players and much more.

The Irish girls were hilarious, their accents always carrying across the room. Katie introduced her to all of her players, both experienced and the younger ones who seemed a little surprised that YFN wanted to talk to them. They didn’t usually get much media attention until they were more known, but that was another thing YFN wanted to change, and she told them so.

Lucy managed to steal her away for a break during the chaos and they stood outside in almost silence, recharging their social batteries. It was a lot. But also, they just wanted an excuse to spend some time together.

As they came back inside, Lucy was by her side then, introducing her to all of the England players she hadn’t met yet, as well as others she knew. And Lucy knew a lot of people. She’d been around for a while. YFN loved meeting everyone Lucy introduced her to, and especially the people she’d grown up with like Lucy Staniforth who was currently at Aston Villa with Jordan. Those three were so natural and relaxed when they were all together, having known each other so well. Lucy Staniforth had mentioned that Lucy was such a weird kid and told some stories that Lucy groaned at. She was sure Lucy would have had stories also, but she was too polite to share any too bad.

Eventually came the point in the night where YFN needed to speak to Leah. She was the last of the England squad and seemably waiting patiently as she made her rounds.

“YFN, you’ve already met Leah.” Lucy introduced and pulled out a chair next to her for YFN. She sat down and Lucy kissed the top of her head. “I have a few people I need to talk to, love.”

YFN nodded and thanked her, turning to Leah. She hadn’t been alone, in fact she had spoken to a lot of people during the night as most of the Arsenal squad were in attendance, and most of the Lionesses. She’d noticed a few times as Leah had tried to get closer to Jordan in group conversations where Arsenal players had been excited to see her, but Jordan had managed to slip away before she got too close. It was impressive, actually.

“Leah, how have you been?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’ve been great.” She gestured to the bandage and eye. “That’s looking much better.”

YFN gave a chuckle. “I’m just glad it didn’t fracture anything.”

“Have you heard anything from them?” Leah genuinely seemed interested. She liked Leah. She felt comfortable around her after their chats in the hospital.

“I haven’t heard anything from them since. Lucy thinks her lawyers scared them away.”

“Did she sue?”

She shook her head. “Not enough evidence.”

“Restraining order?”

She shook her head again. “Not until I’m on a work visa…. Oh that reminds me… sorry…” She took out her phone for the first time that night and sure enough, an email from Martin. Her Visa was approved. She grinned and screenshotted it, sending it to Lucy.

“It’s my Visa.. it’s just been approved,” she explained to Leah, unable to wipe the smile from her face. She found Lucy who pulled out her phone and looked at the image, her face lifting and that stunning grin lit up the room.

“Congratulations,” Leah said. “That amazing. Now it seems you have a lot of work to do..” She looked around the room, also impressed by how many people there were.

“I like to be busy. And to be honest, I don’t have too many questions for you yet, because we spoke so much at the hospital.” She admitted.

Leah was surprised and looked a little disappointed. “Oh.. right.”

“I still have a few though.. firstly I wanted to give the little spiel I’ve given everyone tonight… Our goal is to spread awareness and increase the popularity and coverage of women’s football. We’re going to tailor our questions and interviews to whenever the player decides, and whatever they feel comfortable discussing. When we do have interviews to post, we’ll make sure that everything is sent to the player and/or their manager individually so they can approve it and have their own say in what is cut and what is not. I want players to have control over their brand and image, because it won’t be positive for anyone if it's the other way around. We plan to cover the WSL and Champions Leagues, though as you can imagine, there will be some hiccups while we get into the flow of things.”

“That sounds… unbelievable to be honest. In the best possible way. Right now, we’re all forced to do little videos and interviews for social media at times that we don’t approve and most of the time we have no idea what we’re walking into so it’s just awkward and unnatural. That’s why everybody gets the same media trained answers from us.”

YFN nodded. She understood this. “Exactly, so we plan on changing that. For example…” She looked at Beth and Viv. “Those two lovebirds have said they’d want to do an interview in their home. They want to be around their dog and want to just be comfortable. I respect that.” She pointed over the the little Japanese woman next to Mackenzie Arnold. “And there? Riko Ueki. She wants to show around her hometown in Japan and the youth team she played at because she wants more funding for them. She’s also obsessed with manga and wants to show off her collection. She said that a West Ham fan brought her a comic once and it was her most exciting day as a footballer. Also, I suggested we do interviews in Japanese and English so viewers are not just limited to English speaking countries.” She turned back to Leah. “It’s a global sport, and we need to start showing it as such.”

Leah nodded slowly. “This is going to be brilliant.” She paused. “Let me… know if you need anything, okay? I know a few people and I can definitely get on board and help steer you in the right direction.”

“You have no idea how much I appreciate that.”

Leah smiled and then her eyes flickered over YFN’s shoulder. She knew exactly where she was looking.

“She won’t speak to me.”

Leah was being open and honest again. Something very unlike her, but apparently something she now shared with YFN. “I know.”

Leah’s eyes flickered back to her. “Did you tell her..?”

She nodded. “Tonight actually. It’s still pretty fresh.”

“Ah.” Leah seemed to understand now. “Well can you-”

“I’m not going to speak to her for you.” She said softly, as gentle as she could. “She needs time. She’s upset. Confused. Conflicted. She needs time to process.”

“Did I… did I lose her?” Leah was looking back over to Jordan.

YFN moved so she was in her line of sight. “I can’t speak for Dory. She’s her own person, but I know her well enough to know she will speak to you again in time. She knows you two were great friends once. Relationship or not, there’s still that love there.”

“I uh.. I was going to ask her to be my date to a charity event I have next weekend.” She said, looking at YFN as if she were asking if she should.

“I don’t think she’s going to be ready for that, Leah..” She said, again a softly as possible. She could see the pain in her eyes. The longing. The emotion. Again, Leah was not an emotional person. She was the Captain of the Lionesses. Strong and well-spoken.

“Do you have someone else to go with you?”

She scoffed. “No, I’m the only one available because of my knee. Aston Villa aren’t playing though so I hoped…”

YFN felt bad. She could tell Leah needed company. “Would you… like me to come?”

Leah’s eyes shot up from the ground, her eyebrows pulled together. “You’d want to come?”

“Sure, I’ve been to a few charity events before so I know what to expect. Plus I can probably do some networking..”

Thinking a bit more about it, it was perfect for her to do some Lumos networking.

Leah stayed silent and YFN bit her lip, thinking she’d been too forward. “Oh, sorry, I was just trying to offer a solution-”

“No… no.. I’m sorry. I’d love that, if you’re up for it. We’ll need to match outfits though.”

“That’s fine, I need an excuse to buy a dress, and my face should be a lot better by then.” She laughed, and then worry set in a little. Would Jordan be mad? Would Lucy be jealous? Why did she have to be so empathetic?

The rest of the night was a blur full of talking and stories and snacking on whatever was closest to her at the time as she made her rounds. Lucy made sure to find her often and make sure she had food and water. By the end of the night, she’d managed to get around to one hundred and sixty-two players, and her notes were incredibly extensive. There had been most of the WSL and Champions League in attendance. She was impressed with herself, and knew she’d be tired when she got home. Lots of group photos were posted to social media and YFN managed to post a few herself, taking one with the entire group so she could send it to Joe. Joe responding immediately, ecstatic at the turnout.

As they left, YFN made sure to thank Jordan, Katie and Caitlin, and especially Lucy for organising the night. It had been spectacular, though Katie did admit she was a little grumpy that they couldn't all drink and party as they were mid-way through their season.

“That’s my girl,” Lucy cooed. “You’re taking it so well, little one.”

YFN whimpered into the pillow, her hands gripping the sheets in desperation. Lucy’s strap was bigger and stretching her beyond what she’d ever experienced as she thrusted in and out of her with pace. She took it as well as she could, unable to control the sounds she made. She hoped Jordan couldn’t hear, though her best guess was that she’d passed out hours ago.

Lucy’s pace increased, the sound of wet slapping and Lucy’s breaths resonating around the room.

“God, you’re such a good girl. You like this?”

YFN nodded into the pillow, scared that if she spoke, she’d cry out. She did anyways, her moaning barely smothered by the pillows. She used her knees to brace and push herself backwards into Lucy, better hardening her thrusts and taking it deeper. Lucy’s hands moved from her nipples to her hips, pushing down and driving into her with obsession. Fucking railing her. She needed her. More. YFN accepted every single pound she took with a grateful moan, or a cry of Lucy’s name.

“L…Luce. Fuck. UGH, FUCK. Argh.. p…please… don’t stop. Fuck me.”

It was an addiction that only Lucy could fill. She needed her.

Her cries sent a shiver down Lucy’s spine and her words from earlier resonating with her. ‘I want that unconditional fucking hopeless romantic, Heath Ledger love. And when it comes to sex… my body craves someone that I can put my absolute trust in. Someone who I can give all of my control, my thoughts, my opinions to. Someone who will literally hold me down and fuck me for both of our benefits. I don’t want a choice.’

Her jaw shook in lust and she grabbed her head, pushing it further into the pillow. “Stop talking.”

YFN whimpered her horniness and she tried to do as she was told, but it was just too good. She was close, her fifth of the night. Pretty good for two people so tired.

“Please… don’t stop.” She whimpered into the pillow and Lucy pushed her head down harder, her hand tightening on her hip as she began to fucking rail her harder. “Shut. The fuck up.”

YFN shivered, her body so, so close. Lucy getting controlling was only getting her closer. God, she wanted her to keep talking. To say nasty things to her. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted that, and so she didn’t do as she was told. “Y…yes! ARGH!”

Lucy stopped, her breathing erratic and YFN let out an unhappy sob as she tried to push herself back and fuck herself on the strap. Lucy reached around to her neck and pulled her off the bed so her back was up and pressed against Lucy. She could feel the heat coming off her, the sweat, the lust. Lucy’s mouth found her ear.

“You really think you have a choice here, little one.” She started to reply but Lucy spoke over her. “That wasn’t a question. Now, I need you to be a good girl, and shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up and lay there and take this fucking drilling you deserve.” She bit the cartilage of her ear. “And do it quietly.”

YFN was enjoying this, wanting even more. “I t…thought you wanted me to be loud..”

“No, I challenged you to be quiet. And I changed my mind, anyways. I don’t want anyone to hear you. You’re MINE.”

Lucy pushed her back onto the bed and pulled the strap out, excited juices dripping with it.

YFN complained until Lucy was climbing onto her back, pulling something over her head. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it filled her mouth and Lucy tied it tight at the back of her head. Satisfied, she leaned down to her ear.

“You’re going to be thinking about this for the next 13 days, until I’m inside you again. You’re going to touch yourself, but it’s not going to be the same, because you need me. You crave me. You love me. So be a good girl and keep quiet while I fuck the disobedience out of you.”

Before she could even comprehend, Lucy was tugging her back into position and thrusting herself inside. YFN was caught unaware, her whole body jerking and clenching around the large cock. Lucy was relentless. Yes, she would be thinking about it for the next 13 days.

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echo-goes-mmm · 1 month ago

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Ambrose and Elliot Extra #5

Masterpost

This takes place after Elliot has passed away in his sleep, sometime in his 80s

Warnings: Aftermath of major character death, Grieving

Ambrose stood at the grave, tears running down his cheeks.

“It isn’t fair,” he sniffled, wiping his eyes. “I thought- I thought we’d have more time.”

“I know,” Janus said, his hand on Ambrose’s shoulder.

“I wish-” Ambrose cut himself off. He looked up at the sky, blinking away more tears. “I’m being selfish.”

“You’re allowed to be. You’re grieving.”

“Why- why didn’t he take it? He didn’t have to die. He should’ve-”

Ambrose sobbed.

Janus pulled him in close, and let him cry. He didn’t say that it was Elliot’s choice to remain mortal, they both knew that, and it wasn’t what his husband needed.

“Can’t you bring him back?” Ambrose choked out. “I miss him.”

“I’m sorry,” Janus said. No one, not even a god, could bring back the dead.

Ambrose curled into Janus’s chest. “It’s not fair,” he repeated. “I loved him so much. We should have had more time. If I had been better-”

“You still love him,” Janus said gently. “It doesn’t stop now that he’s gone.”

Ambrose went quiet.

“And you gave him happiness for nearly sixty years.”

“It wasn’t enough. Not for me.”

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Ambrose stared up at the sky. He lay next to the headstone, watching the clouds.

Elliot liked the sky. He said blue was his favorite color because it was the sky.

He closed his eyes. He hadn’t moved for three days, and had no intention to. Even if Janus tried to coax him inside with lunch.

A shadow fell over him, blocking the sun. Ambrose opened his eyes again, numb.

“Are you busy?” Janus asked.

“Yes.”

He felt Janus sit beside him in the grass, and his husband placed a hand over his.

“You should eat.”

“I don’t have to.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Okay.”

“You can eat out here if you want.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Janus went quiet. “Can I show you something?”

___________________

“Where are we?”

They were standing in a meadow, hand-in-hand. A warm spring breeze gently brushed Ambrose’s face, carrying the scent of flowers and freshly baked bread.

A cottage sat not far away. It had a thatch roof and stone walls, with an overflowing garden laden with ripe berries and ready-to-pull vegetables. An apple tree cast shade over the stone footpath, its fruit fragrant.

“Go on,” Janus squeezed his hand. “You’ll like it.”

Hesitantly, Ambrose walked up the path. A mew sounded beside him, and he looked down to see a cat step out from behind the tree. A tortoiseshell kitty, black and orange with white socks and white patches around her little pink nose. She yawned before rubbing up against his leg, purring.

“Hello,” he told her, and she blinked up at him with green eyes. He cast a glance back down the path, and Janus gave him an encouraging smile.

He knocked on the door.

It opened, and- and on the other side-

“Ambrose! You came to visit me!”

Ambrose launched himself into Elliot’s arms, sobbing.

Elliot had always been smaller than him, but in that moment, it felt like Ambrose slotted perfectly into his arms.

Then his brain caught up with him.

“I-” he pulled away, sniffling. “How? You’re- You’re dead.”

Not only was Elliot seemingly alive, he was younger. Thirties, maybe, when he had died at eighty.

Elliot smiled at him. “I know I’m dead, Ambrose. It’s okay.”

Ambrose stared at him. Elliot didn’t call him Ambrose, he called him sir.

“Come in,” Elliot said, stepping aside. “I’ve got pie in the oven. You too, Janus.”

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The cottage was cozy, with a fireplace and open living room that flowed into a breakfast nook and kitchen. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and he could smell blackberry pie.

There was a portrait gallery by the stairs, images of people Ambrose recognized. Him and Elliot, Janus and Ambrose, Judy, Katie.

Even a portrait of someone he recognized as a young Molly.

Did Elliot remember her?

The cat mewed, snapping him out of his daze. She hopped up on the round wooden table.

“There you are Ms. Pebbles,” Elliot exclaimed. He rubbed her cheek, and she began to purr. “Were you waiting for my family?”

“You named her Ms. Pebbles?” Ambrose asked. My family my family my family-

Elliot glanced over at him, smiling. “No. I just knew her name is Pebbles. I call her Ms. Pebbles to be respectful.”

“Ah.”

Ambrose cast a look at Janus, who seemed unperturbed.

A timer gently chimed on the counter, and Elliot shut it off before opening the oven. He pulled out the pie, which smelled heavenly.

Elliot looked so happy, and the scene was so surreal that he couldn’t handle it.

He stared down at the table, his vision blurry.

“Ambrose? Are you okay?”

He stood up, chair scraping against the floor.

“Excuse me,” he muttered, and fled outside.

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Ambrose sat underneath the apple tree, arms wrapped around himself.

Janus appeared next to him.

“Is this even real?” Ambrose asked, wiping his tears. “Did you put me in a dream? Why would you-”

“I didn’t,” Janus interrupted. “This is Elliot’s afterlife.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s what his soul wanted. Everything here makes him happy.” Janus ran a hand over the trunk of the apple tree. “It’s designed for him.”

Ambrose sucked in a breath. “If I had known he wanted a cat-”

“Stop that.” Janus told him firmly. “He might not have even known it when he was alive, anyway. Stop trying to be perfect. You’re just a man.”

“I know,” he whispered.

“Come have some pie before Ms. Pebbles eats it.”

Ambrose stood. “Cats can’t eat pie,” he argued, smiling.

“You never know with soul guardians, and I want pie.”

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Ambrose put down his fork. The pie was delicious, and he told Elliot so.

“You taught me how to make it,” Elliot said, smiling into his cup.

“I did?”

“Mhm. When I was twenty-five, I think.”

Ambrose shifted. “That was so long ago.” He glanced at the portrait wall. “What- what else do you remember?”

Elliot looked uncomfortable, his smile dropping. “What do you mean?”

Ambrose stood, wandering to the portraits.

He saw a young Molly, with two adults that definitely weren’t the Fletchers.

“Do you know who these people are?” he asked.

Elliot joined him, looking up at the framed painting. “No,” he admitted. “But…” Elliot chewed his lip, and Ambrose felt guilty that he had ruined Elliot’s perfect afterlife scene.

“I know I love them,” Elliot said finally. “I know they love me.” He shook his head. “I don’t know who they are. But I think it’s enough that they love me.”

Elliot looked at Ambrose, his blue eyes sparkling and happier than Ambrose could ever remember seeing him.

“I know you love me. I love you too, you know.”

“Yeah,” Ambrose said, sniffling. “I know.”

___________________

“When can I see him again?” Ambrose asked, standing at the edge of the grave.

Janus squeezed his hand. “Whenever you want.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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wosowrites · 2 years ago

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Hot Tub Tease Part 3 (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Warnings: ⚠️smut⚠️

A/N: This series has my heart. this is also my first time writing smut and i rly don’t know how i feel abt it bcs i respect leah as a player and a person sm so we’ll see if I do it again or no :) also, if you haven’t read them yet. Part 1 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/wosowrite/712300627075727360/hot-tub-tease-leah-williamson-x-reader and part 2 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/wosowrite/712775784285257728/hot-tub-tease-part-2-leah-williamson-x-reader

Once again, idk how I feel abt smut.

Prompt: In which you go back to Chelsea, and Leah to Arsenal, and then after a game, you meet up and end up at your apartment. ( slow burn )

International break had been over for two months now. You had gone back to London with Leah, but after that, you had kept your distance. In all honesty, you just didn’t know how to be in a relationship, and your feeling for Leah were scaring you. You wanted to have sex with her so badly, but you didn’t want her to think that was all you wanted. You wanted her to know you loved her for way more than her body. You had an ultimatum, and you didn’t know who to talk to it about. So, one night, you restored to alcohol.

You never resorted to alcohol. Ever. Your dead beat father had a history with addiction, and you were set on never falling down that path.

But your brain was screaming at you, and your heart was screaming for Leah. And everything was loud and you needed to numb it. So you picked your poison- vodka- and drank.

It was probably three drinks later that you took out your phone. You opened your contacts, staring at the alphabetical list. "Beth." You slurred. You clicked the call button and heard as the phone rang. It only rang twice before Beth picked up. "Hey, y/n! What’s up?" Beth’s voice said. You heard background noise. "Uhm. The- I-" you slurred, trying to figure out what to say. Instead of words you just burst out giggling. "Beffy, can I tell you something?" You said, calming down from your laughing fit and sliding your body onto the counter, pressing your face against the cool marble. "Are you drunk?" Beth asked, you heard the music turn down. "Beth! I said. Can I ask you something?" You repeated, louder and with more intensity. "Yeah. Go ahead." She said gently. "I- I’m so fucking in love with Leah. Like. Like I want to hold her- i want to hold her like… all the time. And… have you seen her smile. Like it’s- she has a good smile. And I like her nose." You said, trailing your finger down your own nose. "It’s a good nose. And I- I wouldn’t be enough for her. But she’s… she’s more than enough for me, Beffy." You said, tears welling up in your eyes, making you sniffle. There’s a moment of silence. "I’m gonna come see you, y/n." Beth said. "Will you bring Leah?". You asked. "I don’t think that’s a good idea." Beth said gently. "Yeah. You’re right. I’m not good enough for Leah." You muttered, more to yourself than anyone else. "No that’s not-" Beth started saying. But you hung up swiftly

Katie’s apparement

Beth stares at the phone for a second, looking at the call. Y/n had just hung up on her, and Beth was really worried about her.

The gunner looks up from her phone, watching the room that was watching her. "Who was that?" Katie asked, breaking the ice. "And why did you sound so nervous?" She added.

Beth ignored her. "Uhm. Viv, we need to go." Beth said instead, standing up and grabbing her coat that was at the door. "Okay." Viv said simply. "What is going on?" Leah said, standing up. "It’s… listen it’s fine." Beth tried to say, slipping her shoes on. "No I recognize that voice. It was y/n." Leah argued. "I’m coming with you."

"Leah! Lee… i’m sorry. It’s just- I don’t think that’s a good idea for her right now." Beth said. Leah’s heart broke right in front of Beth, making a wave of guilt surge through her, even though she knew it was better for Leah to stay away from you at the moment. "Listen, we play Chelsea in two days. Wait till she’s… better." Beth said.

She gave her friend a smile and then quickly ushered Viv out of the house.

Back at your apparement.

Somehow, you had ended up getting off the nice, cool counter and walking around your kitchen. All you could remember from your phone call with Beth was that Leah’s name was mentioned a couple times. And in your brain, you just registered that Leah was coming. And where there was Leah, there were ham sandwiches. You went about your kitchen, drinking another cup of vodka and drunkily putting ham on a slab of bread.

Soon enough, you heard your doorbell ring. By that time, you had probably made 20 ham sandwiches… or whatever you called two pieces of bread with a singular slice of ham in it. You tripped towards your door and opened it. "Le- Beth?" You said. "Hey, darling." She said gently. "Where’s Leah?" You asked, moving aside to the brit and the dutch inside. "I told you she wasn’t coming, remember?" You thought hard. "Oh. Right. I remember." You slurred.

You did not.

"You guys can go. I’m sorry for calling you. I was just in a bad mood and. Well, yeah." You said, starting to walk over to your L shaped couch. You stumbled, making Viv, who was closest to you, catch you and hold you up by your elbow. "Let’s get you to the couch, okay?" She said gently, as Beth poured you a glass of water and dumped the rest of the vodka done the sink.

"Why are there so many ham sandwiches?" Beth asked, brining you a glass of water and sitting next to you. " As I said. I thought Leah was coming." You said, taking the water and sipping it. "And Leah needs 20 ham sandwiches?" Beth said, clearly just teasing.

However you were tired, and your love for Leah was getting painful. You hung your head, Beth watching you from the spot beside you, and Viv from her spot standing in front of you. You didn’t know how you started crying, but suddenly you had put down the water on your clear coffee table and your head was in your hands and you were sobbing. "Hey, hey there." Beth said, placing her hand on your back and rubbing it up and down. "Its- it’s so tiring. To love her, I mean." You hiccuped. "Because even if she managed to love me back, I don’t think I could let her. She’s just too good. And i’m too fucking broken." You ranted to Beth.

Beth knew not to say anything. She knew not to say things like 'no you aren’t' or 'it’ll be okay.' Instead, she gently guided your head to her lap, and stroked ur hair. Eventually, you started to feel yourself doze off. "You guys can go." You mumbled. "Not a chance in hell." Viv said quickly, making her girlfriend smile at her. "Okay. You guys can take the guest bedroom. I’m gonna stay here." You said sleepily, sitting up to let Beth free. "I have training at 10:00 tomorrow. What time do you guys have it?" You asked. "9:00. We’ll be out of here by 7:30." Beth said, kissing the top of your head. "Goodnight." Viv said. "Goodnight. Oh and guys. Don’t tell Leah about any of this."

The next morning.

You woke up on the couch, the London morning light pouring into your apartment. You patted the couch for your phone, finding it under your back. You grabbed it and opened it, seeing the time: 7:55, and a bunch of missed texts and calls from the woman that made you a mess last night. You looked at the texts she sent. They were a mix of 'where are you?', 'are you okay?', ‘please answer me', ‘you’re scaring me y/n'

You groaned loudly, sitting up and holding your head due to the mighty hangover you were experiencing. Training was going to be fun.

You debated whether or not to call Leah, but you ended up just sending her a text.

all good, just a rough night.

You texted her. Immediately, a bubble appeared on the screen.

don’t do that again.

"What? Get blackout drunk and cry because of how much I love you, i’ll try my best." You muttered to yourself.

You stood up and walked to your washroom. You turned on the shower and undressed, not waiting for the water to heat up before walking into it. You needed to get the smell of sweat, alcohol and ham off of you.

After showering, you got dressed in your kit and put your tracksuit over before making yourself eggs and sausages with fruit. You made a coffee, ate quickly and left the house at 9:00. The drive to Cobham was only 10 minutes long, but you left early anyways, wanting to get out of your house.

You were the first at Cobham, traffic was bad so you got there at 9:25. You walked into the facility, happy that the cameras weren’t there yet. You were an overthinker, and in your mind, if the cameras were there they would film you, and they would be able to capture your exhausted and hungover appearance, and then Leah would see it, and fans would see it and say you didn’t care about Chelsea. So instead of overthinking, you put your bag down in the locker room, put on your socks and your cleats and walked out onto the field. A few trainers were there, setting up drills, but they simply smiled at you and let you do your own thing. You did keep ups, but eventually ended up doing what was most therapeutic to you. Shooting.

The practice went by slowly. You tried not to seem as though you had drunken half a bottle of vodka, but most of the players could tell you were out of it. When training ended, you walked to your car but before you got in, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see your captain standing there. "Hey Magda." You said, closing your car door and leaning up against it. "Hey. Listen, i’m not mad at you. But we have a big game tomorrow. And you can’t… we’ll you can’t come to the game how you came to training today. I don’t know what’s going on with you- and i’m here if you need to talk- but you need to fix it." Magda said. You watched her for a second, but nodded. "I know. And I’m sorry. It was a bad night and I made a bad decision. I promise that i’ll come to the game tomorrow more awake then ever." You told her. "I know you will." She walked over to her car, and Pernille smiled at you. Eventually you climbed into your own car, and went home.

The next day.

All your team was warming up outside. So was the Arsenal team. Meanwhile, you stood in the tunnel, watching them. You realized now that you fear of seeing Leah, or more, of Leah seeing you would have been more easily avoided if you had gone out in a big ground. Instead, you would be walking out onto the field by yourself, for all the Chelsea fans to scream your name, for all the Gunners to turn their heads and watch you.

You had kept your promise to Magda and stayed sober, so you were asking yourself why you felt even more hungover than yesterday. However, you started walking onto the field. The second you came into sight, the Chelsea fans started cheering. You were a loved player in the Blues squad, and it was obvious. You felt the Arsenals eyes on you, but you didn’t stare back. Instead, you picked up your pace and jogged over to the girls who were stretching.

"Hey. We were wondering where you were." Sam said. "All good. Just needed to go to the washroom." You answered.

Soon enough it was time to go back to the locker room, you were the last in, having talked to Emma about the game plan quickly. "Hey." A voice said as you entered the tunnel. "Shit!" You yelled, jumping. Your face turned to stone when you saw Leah standing there. "Cant talk right now. Game. Go to your locker room, Lee." You said, starting to walk. "No." Leah grabbed a hold of your arm. "What happened two nights ago?" She asked. "Nothing you need to worry yourself with. Especially before we play each other." You said, looking at her and gently using your free hand to untwine her hand from your arm. "Please Leah." You pleased with her. "Can we grab a coffee after the game?" Leah asked, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You thought for a second. "Okay."

Both teams lined up in the tunnel and then walked out. The game was good. It was fast paced, rough, and a lot of fun. But it ended in a 2-2 tie. You were very annoyed, but you sucked it up and signed things, took pictures, talked with fans and then left to go back to the changing room. Despite the score, Emma was very pleased, a tie was good for us, and less good for Arsenal who really needed the win.

You showered, put on your tracksuit and hurried out of the changing room. You left the complex, signing more autographs and taking more pictures as you walked out. Eventually, you made it to your car where Leah was standing. "Didn’t think you could get away from me? Would you?" She asked. "Didn’t think so. But I hoped." You said honestly.

You opened the door for her and let her into the passengers seat, knowing very well you were being recorded by fans.

But you didn’t care. And neither did Leah. No matter who she was with, people though they were dating. So, you drove in silence for a while towards your house. You had agreed to for for coffee, but you both knew that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted to maybe, talk a little. And definitely, well…

"Y/n I need you to tell me what happened. Why did you call Beth, and why did her and Viv leave?" Leah asked. "I don’t even know why you know there’s a situation, I asked Beth not to say anything." You said, keeping your eyes on the road. "All the arsenal girls were there when you called. We were playing games at Katie’s." Leah said hesitantly. "Oh. That’s why they were all looking at me like I was a broken glass." You said. "They weren’t."

"They were."

There was a moment of silence, broken by Leah. "You still have answered my question."

You were getting close to home now.

"Because i’m scared of you’ll look at me when I tell you." You responded. "Don’t say that. Don’t say I could ever look at you with anything but love." Leah said, not noticing that tears were now slipping down her cheeks. "Because if you say that then that’s just an insult to me." Leah said. "I called Beth because I was drunk. And because my heart was aching… for you, Leah. I broke down crying because of how in love with you I am."

You were now pulling up to your apartment. "And I called her because I wanted to call you. But if I called you, you would come over and I wouldn’t know how to keep my hands off you." You had now cut the engine, and you had turned to look at her. "And I didn’t want you to think that I only wanted you for your body. Because I want you for so much more than that. I want you for your jokes, and for your laugh, and for your smile and your sense of style. I want you for your ability with kids and yeah a little for your body because it’s a really good body but on that list it’s last." You said.

"Y/n… Ive always known you didn’t want me for my body. I just didn’t know if you wanted me at all." Leah said. You looked at her for a bit before opening the door and climbing out of the car. You circled the vehicle, coming to Leah’s side and opening it for her. "Let’s go inside." You said. You offered her your hand, which she took, and you held onto it even after helping her out of the car. Your heart was beating stupidly fast, but you held onto Leah’s hand, rubbing your thumb against the back of her hand. You used your key to enter the building and then walked up the stairs to the second floor. You walked down the hallway too appartement 207. You unlocked the door, having to let go of Leah’s hand, and then let her in. You quickly put down your keys and your back and took off your shoes. "Take off your shoes." You said to her, almost hungrily. Leah obeyed quickly, and you were ready to take control, but the second she turned around, it was obvious she had other ideas.

Sooner than you knew it, Leah had pushed you up against a wall and was slipping your shirt off. You immediately let her, enjoying the feeling of her hands roaming your skin. She attacked your neck, and sucked on a sensitive spot, making you moan loudly which only turned her on more. You felt her hands squeezing your ass and you wrapped your legs around her waist as she picked you up. You kept making out, stumbling blindly into the bedroom and giggling when she knocked into the doorframe.

Leah see you down on the bed, hovering over you. "Take your clothes off." You said. "Eager, are we?" She teased. "I’m way past lying. I’m fucking eager." You said. You flipped your positions, gently taking her shirt off and trailing kisses up her toned stomach. You reached her sports bra and slipped a finger under. "Is this okay?" You asked, making eye contact with her ocean eyes. "Just fuck me." She answered. That was your go. You pulled her bra off, exhaling at the sight of her tits. You made a show of taking off your bra yourself, slipping it off while hovering over her, resting on your knees, one of your legs on each side of her body. "You’re beautiful." She said.

You smirked at her and bent down, using one hand to twist Leah’s nipple between your thumb and index, and attacking her other one with your tongue. You sucked on it and swiveled your tongue around the pink skin until they were both hard. You then moved downwards, pulling off her shorts.

You started by touching her through her underwear, feeling her wet pussy. "You got so wet, so quick." You teased her. You rubbed her clit through the fabric, sending shivers up Leah’s spine and making her cry your name. "You ready?" You asked. "Yeah. Just… slowly. It’s been awhile."

You nodded and slipped off her underwear, admiring her glistening folds. You put your head between her legs, making out with her cunt and making the english woman scream with pleasure. You grazed your nails up and down her stomach as she squeezed her thighs against the side of your head. You kept working, slipping your tongue into her hole gently and then swiftly biting her sensitive clit lightly.

The sound of her moaning your name made you squeeze your own thighs together. Soon enough, Leah came and you licked up her juices, enjoying her sweetness. "Fingers?" You asked her, looking into her eyes. "Yeah." She said, the sight of her naked chest rising and falling was sending you over the edge and she hadn’t even touched you yet. You gently slipped your middle finger inside of her, making her yell. You worked fast, pumping your fingers in and out of her and praising her. She was shaking hard by the time she came on your fingers. She was shaking, but you were too. Your pussy was throbbing with want, with need. You sucked your fingers, looking into her eyes as you did it. She pulled your face down to hers, kissing you and tasting herself on your tongue. "Your shaking." She said heavily. "I’m fine." You lied. "Hush. I’ll make it all better." She said. That could have made you cum right then and there.

Leah flipped you around so that she was on top of you, making quick work of ditching your shorts and your underwear. "All this for me?" She asked, swiping her fingers through your folds and making you moan her name. "Shut up." You laughed. Leah pushed the pad of her thumb on your clit, having the effect of your screams filling the room. She moved her thumb in a circular motion, grazing her fingers on the inside of your thigh. Without warning, she pushed in two fingers, making you scream, she pumped in and out with two fingers, playing with your breast in her free hand. She hit your G spot every time, making your back arch off the bed. You came, your body shaking wildly, Leah’s name being screamed loudly and your needs satisfied beyond comprehension.

Leah passed her tongue over your pussy, and then came to lie down beside you. Your breathing was intense, and the bed covers had long fallen off the bed. You swung you leg over her hip, your naked body pressed against hers. It felt amazing, feeling her, having her knowing what kind of effect she had on you. "Thank you." You told her, placing your head on her chest. "For fucking you?" She laughed.

"No! Well… yes. But for being here. For being…" You started saying, but didn’t know how to end your sentence. "Yours?" Leah suggested.

You propped yourself up on your forearm. "Will you be? Mine. I mean." You asked her. "Only if we can do this more often." She said.

You laughed loudly and kissed her, lying down on top of her.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #arsenal fcw #chelsea fcw #leah williamson #katie mccabe #beth mead #lionesses #woso smut

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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Aita for calling my best friend a name?

I (18m) have been best friends with “Jessie” (17f) for nearly five years now. We’ve been next door neighbors, our dads are drinking buddies and the two of us have been closer than blood because of similar childhood trauma, neurodivergency and queerness

Everyone who knows me knows that I’m an anarchist. Not quite punk, but still very outspokenly anti-establishment, anti-fascist and anti-institution. This has been a big thing about me forever, ever since I got access to the internet in elementary school.

Jessie and I both come from military families. Her dad was in the army, my parents the navy (with all of our grandparents having links to the army), and I have very close relatives who are active duty cops (my ACAB stance is not popular at home). Since graduating high school, I’ve become even more involved in local politics and my anarchist stances have only deepened

Jessie recently told me that she’s looking to go into the military once she graduates next year. Knowing the crass language we usually use with each other, I called her a boot-licker in a joking tone. She laughed it off then, but later when around my twin sister “Katy” (18f) (and Katy is the exact opposite of me on all my stances), Jessie complained to Katy that what I had called her hurt her feelings

I said I wasn’t sorry for calling her a boot-licker, but that I was sorry for hurting her feelings. I went on to say that I’m very proud of Jessie for going after her dreams and that I would support her with her life decisions because we are best friends. I value our friendship more than I’ve valued my past two boyfriends and I didn’t stop apologizing until Jessie got tired of it and kicked me out of her room so I could go make apology cookies

Katy has been yelling at me for days about this and bringing me down for calling Jessie a boot-licker, even after Jessie and I kissed and made up. So, tumblr, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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rose-of-the-grave · 6 months ago

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The Great War: Chapter 3

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Hey, sorry for the wait, I was busy finishing up some requests but here's part 3! As promised we do finally meet Mattheo. As always I'm the author (please don't repost)

Masterlist. Series Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: divination class, tessomancy(tea leaf reading), smoking, use of nicknames(little lioness and princess), let me know if there's anything else

Word Count: 2698

Description: Y/N has a class with none of her friends, leading her to sit with some Slytherins. Later, in an effort to get some fresh air she runs into a mysterious figure she soon discovers the identity of.

Taglist: @sylveryfire, @undercover-smutlover, @relminnie

“Congrats on making the team!” Katie said, before walking over to sit with her friends.

“Thanks!”

Random people in Gryffindor had been coming up to her all morning to congratulate her on making the team. Taking a seat at the table she grabbed some food.

“Morning.” She said.

“Hey Y/N.” Harry greeted from his seat across from her.

Ron looked up, “Hey! Congrats!”

“You too!” She said, “Now all three of us will be on the team together!”

“Yeah. Speaking of, when’s our first practice?”

Harry looked over and said, “We start next week on Monday.”

Changing the subject, Y/N turned to Hermione and asked, “So, what’s your schedule for today? I have Charms then Divination.”

Hermione made a face of disgust. She had never liked Divination and had always wondered why Y/N continued to take the class. Y/N didn’t particularly like the class but since she had managed to pass with high enough marks on her OWLs she figured she might as well give it a chance.

“We have Charms together, then after I have Arithmancy.”

“Nice. I wonder who will be in Divination.” Y/N mused. She hoped that she would at least have some people she knew. Lavender and Parvati would be in it but she didn’t really like hanging out with them.

A little later in the day, after Charms class, Y/N trudged up the stairs to the Divination classroom. It was not for the faint of heart. When she got to the class she took a seat near some people she vaguely knew which unfortunately included Lavender and Parvati. They exchanged polite smiles but nothing more.

“Welcome, students to the class of Divination!” Professor Trelawney greeted in a breezy voice. Y/N looked around, most of the people in the class were Ravenclaws. She knew a few, but not well.

“For this class, I ask you all to please pair up with someone. They will be your partner for the rest of the year.”

Parvati and Lavender paired up together, leaving her no other option. She was going to have to find someone that would at least be bearable. Standing up she walked around, trying to see if there was anyone who wasn’t partnered up yet.

“Y/L/N! You can be my partner.” She turned around to see Pansy sitting at a table next to the only two other Slytherins in the class, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott. Naturally, the two boys had paired up already, leaving Pansy without any alternative. Both Slytherins looked at their friend astonished that she would willingly ask a Gryffindor, a friend of Harry Potter no less, to be her partner.

She walked over and took a seat across from the black haired Slytherin girl.

“Thanks.”

The girl’s somewhat approachable expression turned to a disgruntled look. “Don’t thank me.” Message received. Pansy might be acting nicer but that didn’t mean that they were all of a sudden friends. She was going to have to work to ingratiate herself.

“Today’s lesson will be a review of what we learned in third year. Tessomancy, the art of reading tea leaves.” Cups of tea, already brewed, appeared at every table. “Drink up!”

Now, tea wasn’t bad but the kind of tea that Trelawney used tasted horrible. Everybody started to sip the tea, including Y/N.

“Ugh! This tastes worse than it did three years ago.” Draco complained.

“Just like your mother's cooking.” Theodore joked. Weird. She hadn’t been over to the Malfoy’s residence in years but she didn’t recall Narcissa ever cooking. Maybe she only did so when there weren't any visitors?

Y/N snorted, amused. All three pairs of eyes were suddenly turned onto her.

Malfoy turned to look at her with narrowed eyes, sneering, “So, Y/L/N. I’m surprised you were able to take this class. Weren’t you given an Acceptable on your OWL?”

Raising an eyebrow she responded, “Didn’t realize you concerned yourself so much with my OWL results. Perhaps next time you should check your facts. Professor Trelawney takes Acceptables for the NEWT level of Divination.”

“She’s right. How d’you think I got into this class Draco? You know I suck at Divination.” Pansy said.

“I thought you passed.”

“I did. With an Acceptable.”

He made a disgruntled sound before turning back to his table.

Her tablemate looked over at her, “What do you see in yours?” Pansy asked.

“Oh, not much, just a lump of tea leaves.” Y/N said, tilting her cup for Pansy to see.

“It kind of looks like a skull.”

She looked at again, “Huh. I guess so. What does that mean again?”

She was about to open her book when from next to her she heard Theodore say, “It means ‘danger in your path’.”

“Thanks.” That was easily the third time she’s ever heard him talk in all of her years at Hogwarts. The first was in first year when she had still sort of hung out with Draco and Theodore had first joined the friend group. The second time had been a lot more memorable however. In fourth year, after the ‘Incident’, he had been the only other one besides Blaise who knew the truth. She had expected him to tell the truth and get Blaise out of detention. He never did.

“What about yours, what does it say?”

Pansy showed her her cup, “I don’t know. What do you think it looks like?”

“It kinda looks like a bird.”

“Yeah, but what bird? They all have different meanings.”

“Falcon, I think.”

She hummed before leaning over to the boys’ table, “Hey Theo, what does a falcon mean?”

He sighed and without looking up said, “‘A deadly enemy.’”

Y/N pointed out, “But look, there’s also what looks like a sun. That’s ‘great happiness’.”

“So basically I’m going to almost die?”

“Looks like it.”

“Well, shit.” She scooted her chair a bit over to Draco and Theodore’s table. “What about you?” She asked while peering over his shoulder.

“A cross and an acorn.” Draco said.

“Well that’s not too bad.”

“It’s actually pretty fucking accurate considering…” He trailed off, both of them looked over at Y/N.

Interesting, she thought. A cross meant ‘trials and suffering’. Maybe he was connecting that to himself being a death eater. She mentally shook her head. They didn’t know that for sure. Although he was acting pretty suspicious, going into the Room of Requirement late at night. She probably should have mentioned that to Harry but he was already watching his every move on the Marauders Map so he most likely knew already.

By the end of class they had all shared their observations, with a few seemingly taking their predictions very seriously to the point of tears. Idiots, she thought. Most predictions that she had heard made in this class never came true, except for a handful. Then again, her views on the subject might be slightly colored by the fact that none of her friends liked this class. Hermione thought it was a load of dung while both Ron and Harry saw it as fairly useless. Both of them had barely passed the class, only doing so after coming up with all kinds of made up predictions so Trelawney thought that they were successful.

It was for this reason that she didn’t think much of her supposed future. ‘Danger in her path’? With Voldemort back from the dead of course there was going to be danger in her path. Only a fool would think otherwise. She may be a pureblood but she was considered a blood traitor for consorting with muggle borns and other blood traitors. Funnily enough, people had more of an issue with her being friends with Ron and Hermione than they did with Harry.

Grabbing her bag, she shoved her textbook in and took her cup over to the rack. She then followed the other students as they left the class. Finally, all of her classes for the day were over and she could now focus on the mountains of homework that had already been assigned.

“Why is there so much of it?” Ron whined, looking over the assigned writing for Defense Against the Dark Arts. “I swear he’s trying to torture us into quitting.”

Hermione looked up from where she was diligently working on the assignment, “Snape was right about one thing, we are woefully unprepared. Every year we have a new teacher who changes up the curriculum. We didn’t even learn anything from Umbridge. Thankfully we had you Harry, but there was only so much you could teach us.”

Harry gave her a grateful look from where he was pouring over his Potions book.

“It’s a miracle we all passed the OWL for the class, I didn’t even know some of the spells on it.”

“At least some of the curriculum this year is going over things we already know like the Cruciatus Curse. I mean, how can we forget Mad-Eye Moody’s approach.”

Harry made a noise but didn’t say anything. They all remembered the version of Mad-Eye that they had met first. How he got away with demonstrating the Cruciatus and Imperius Curses on students was unimaginable. It all made sense now that they knew he had actually been a Death Eater but still.

“That and Dementors. We know a bit about them thanks to third year. Plus, now we all know how to cast a patronus thanks to Harry so that part of the class shouldn’t be too bad.”

Ron looked over at her, “Yeah. What was yours again?”

“I can’t recall.” She said, shifting a bit in her seat.

“Wasn’t it a snake or something?” Hermione asked.

Y/N shrugged, changing the subject quickly to Slughorn. “So, Harry. I heard you joined the Slug Club. I thought you said you weren’t going to.”

He shrugged, “Changed my mind.” Well that was odd. He didn’t usually keep secrets from the group.

“But why?” Ron asked. He was still a bit put out that both Harry and Hermione had been invited.

“Slughorn knew my mom. I figured maybe he could tell me a bit about her.”

They all shared a look of understanding. It wasn’t something they talked about that much but there was always an undercurrent of knowing that all three of them had parents. Harry on the other hand barely knew anything about his. Sirius and Professor Lupin had both been friends with them but he didn’t get to spend much time with them. She still laughed a bit when she remembered all of the stories Sirius had told about him and Harry’s dad when they were all at school.

“How was Divination?” Hermione asked, her upper lip curling a bit when she said the word. Her long standing disdain for the class had become a running joke ever since third year.

“It was fine. It was mostly Ravenclaws.” Y/N wasn’t quite sure how they would all feel knowing that she had willingly sat with Slytherins, especially suspected Death Eaters. It was a well known fact that their parents were so it was only a matter of time before they joined in their eyes. She knew they wouldn’t understand unless she told them why she did it but she couldn’t do that. Dumbledore made her promise.

She looked down at her assignment for Ancient Runes. Merlin, she hated that class. The only reason she passed was thanks to Hermione. She didn’t have it again until Monday so she decided to wait to do it later. Instead she opted for finishing her assignment for Divination which was an illustration of her tea leaves, her observations, and what she thought that meant. Once she did that, she continued her DADA assignment. Only Snape would assign a ten page essay on Inferi on the very first day.

Later that night, after already being in bed she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. After what felt like hours she accepted her fate and sat up. Everyone else was fast asleep. Tossing her covers she pulled on a pair of boots and grabbed a jacket.

The school was illuminated by the torches but the lack of natural light and other students made it feel creepy. Walking slowly, she paid attention to any little noise or shadow. Some of the castle ghosts were floating around in the halls but they paid her no mind. Soon she reached her destination.

The courtyard was dark and gloomy, the arches creating odd shadows. What was, during the day, full of students hanging out, had now become spooky. She continued walking away from the castle and into the main area. A sound echoed through the air, a stone on the ground. She whirled around at the startling noise, praying that it wasn’t Mrs. Norris, or worse, Filch. Y/N stepped out into the open courtyard, the moon finally visible and lighting her way. It was peaceful at this time of night, despite the threat of being caught out of bed past curfew but after five years of breaking rules now was not the time to start worrying.

Hearing another sound, she called out, “Hello?” Making sure her voice didn’t carry too much.

All was quiet until she heard yet another noise, if she wasn’t mistaken it almost sounded like the sound of a lighter being flicked on. Odd. Most of the students here used magic for light. Even fewer smoked so she heavily suspected that it was one of the older Slytherins. There were rumors of their use of alcohol and drugs at the parties they liked to throw. As a Gryffindor she had never been, but she had heard about them.

About twenty feet away, partially behind the shadowy figure of a tree was a small, flickering light. Curious, she hesitantly drew closer to it. The closer she got the more she was able to see. It was a student, that much was clear.

“Lumos.” Almost blinding light illuminated the courtyard, allowing her to see who sat before her. It was Mattheo Riddle.

“Lost, little lioness?” The light’s reflection dancing in his dark eyes.

“Don’t call me that.” She snapped.

“What would you prefer?” He smirked, leaning in a bit, his voice lowering, “Princess?”

Pulling back a few steps, she shot back, “Shouldn’t you be plotting to take over the world?” Trying to keep her cool. There was a reason so many girls fawned over him despite his heritage. He was beautiful, like a fallen angel, and had a voice that created butterflies in unsuspecting victims’ stomachs. That didn’t mean he was affecting her. She was strong.

Somewhat bitterly, he grimaced. “That’s my father.”

Arching an eyebrow, “And here I was, thinking it was genetic.”

“The same could be said of you. All of your family are Slytherins and yet here you are, a Gryffindor.”

Her brow furrowed. How the hell did he know that?

In answer to her silent question he simply said, “Malfoy.” He looked away, taking another drag of his cigarette. Her eyes caught on his ring. It was silver but she was fairly certain that she had seen it before.

Of course, Bellatrix Lestrange. They had only met once, last year but she remembered it. It had been on her hand when she had been restraining Hermione before the Order had answered their call. There had been a rumor that she was his mother but there had never been any confirmation. People assumed, based off of his hair, just as curly as hers, and his friendship, if you could even call it that, with Draco.

Lost in thought, she didn’t realize that he had stood up and was putting out his cigarette with the heel of his shoe. Before she could do something he turned to her and said, “Good night, princess.” Before disappearing into the darkness as if he had never even been there. The only thing that indicated his presence was the smell of smoke and the silver lighter.

Bending down, she grabbed it, turning it over in her hand. An MR had been carved into the side of it. Brushing her finger against the carving, she pocketed it.

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Do It For Me | jack “whiskey” daniels x f!reader

For the greatest experience, recommend reading part 1 here. Can also be read as a standalone.

Summary: Jack returns home much later than he said he would. You punish him as you see fit.

Warnings: sub!jack, dom!reader, edging, safeword, some religious undertone references (Christ, taking the lords name in vain, “the Almighty”), a little angst in the beginning, alcohol, inability to tell the truth, mentions of Jack possibly being dead, blood, yelling, crying, anxiety spiral. Excessive, excesssssive use of pet names, (1) use of MOMMY, use of daddy, Jack is called a pretty boy and a good boy. Jack uses pet names for reader too (baby, sweetheart, sugar, etc.) Dirty talk, fingering, masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), face riding, Jack’s big cock, breeding kink if you squint, creampie, size kink, handcuffs, cowboy/southern references, mentions of pain and punishment. Reader has no major physical descriptions. And finally…your honor, they’re in love. LMK if I missed anything.

Thank you @milly-louise for the encouragement.

And of course, y’all already know that @katiexpunk put her sexy magic touch on this and is the best cheerleader and Slutty Smutty Sister. Katie is seriously one of a kind and it is a privilege to know her.

I truly have the best smut support there is. :’) Hope y’all enjoy!

smut below the cut.

Jack busts into your apartment like a force of nature, opening the door like a saloon door in the Wild West. He’s gasping for breath from rushing home to see you – climbing the stairs three at a time, testing his agility harder than any training ever did, simply from the fact that most of the blood is in his cock, eager to see you, rather than in any other part of his moving body.

“Hey baby, sorry I’m late—“ he trails off as he takes in the scene before him.

He finds you sitting at the dining table; candles lit, a bottle of red open on the table, one wine glass full, the other that’s smudged with lipstick empty, and his favorite meal waiting for him. His eyes flutter to you and he’s met with a pair of misty, red scleras staring back at him.

You rise from the table and storm off to the bathroom, your humiliation unbearable. Since you were a little girl, you have always been self-conscious of the way you look when you cry. Like one allergy attack short of an ER visit. Not beautifully poetic the way the girls in movies cry. Full on hyperventilating and snot running out of your nose. Once inside, hot salty tears stream down your cheeks. The pang in your chest knocks the wind out of you, disappointment burning through your body like wildfire, heating your skin.

You thought it might be nice to surprise Jack, to welcome him home from his two-week mission; the longest you’ve been apart since you’ve been together. Be home in a jiffy, sweetheart. Can’t wait to see you. I’ll be home around six, he assured you this morning over the phone, his voice smooth and silky.

Six turned into seven thirty, which turned into eight-thirty, and now here it is – nearing 11 o’clock, each passing hour without hearing from him only made you more upset. You wouldn’t be this mad if had he just called, texted, or hell, he could have sent a carrier pigeon to let you know he’s fine and that’d be late. All of your calls and texts to him went unanswered. You’re not unused to this, given his job and everything, but every time it happens it irks you in a way you can’t control.

But no, he didn’t – his absence acted like a tour bus, giving your mind an entire tour of all of the things that could have possibly gone wrong. What if he was hit by a car? Trapped in an industrial-size freezer? It’s not logical, but like…what if.

Or worse, what if he was dead? Jack wields around his mortality as if it were immortality in his line of work, meaning you worry about him like you get paid hourly to do so. The waiting, the worrying, and the not-knowing spreads under your skin like a fever with each passing minute. You don’t even care about the dinner getting cold, or to be honest, the fact that he didn’t respond to you. You’re past that, you’re emotions thick like a blanket. You just need to know he’s okay. He’s safe. He’s still alive, for fucks sake.

As you waited for him, your knee bobbing under the kitchen table, your thoughts oscillated between the worst-case scenarios, your stomach swirling in unease and dread.

And then –

There he was, swinging the door open, a shit-eating grin on his face as if he had no idea that you’d been expecting him for hours or that you’d made yourself sick wondering where he was.

You pat at your blurry lashline with a tissue, trying not to smear the makeup you worked so hard to put on earlier in the evening. Hurried and heavy boot steps echo outside the bathroom door, followed by a soft knock.

“Baby, can I come in, please?” He gently coos, his voice almost a little desperate, forehead leaning against the door. It’s not locked, but Jack is a gentleman above all and wants to respect your space. Even if it’s his fault you need it.

“Oh, fuck off,” you spit back, your voice wobbly. His heart sinks to the pit of his stomach; you’ve never spoken to him like this before. Normally you’re fairly carefree, and understanding, but the talons you like to keep hidden away are now on full display, brought out by a mix of worry, hunger, and anger.

You look in the mirror again, and your feigned attempts to prevent your mascara from running are useless. Your eyes are now puffy, beyond anything Benadryl or Clear Eyes could help, and even a bit raccoon-like. Great, a cherry on top of an already shit night.

You step back from the counter and lean back against the wall, allowing your legs to slightly give out as you slide down the expanse of it, the fabric of your dress riding up as you do. Your bare thighs hit the cool tile below you, cooling your hot skin. The tears that well in your eyes fall one by one, and don’t seem like they have any plans to ease up anytime soon. You run the back of your hand under your nose and move it to wipe away some of the moisture on your cheeks.

“Sweetheart?” He calls to you through the door, but he’s met with silence. “Baby, I’m so sorry I’m late. I can see how much this night meant to you, and I can tell you worked hard to make it special. I’m sorry I ruined it. Baby, please, open the door – let me see you.”

The sincerity in his voice causes your temper to simmer down. You plant your palms on the ground and push yourself up to stand. You know you look like a hot mess, but you don’t care. Let the fucker see how much he hurt you. Your palm finds the brass doorknob, and you quickly pull the door open, almost taking Jack with it, not realizing he was leaning up against it.

You stand there, arms by your sides, your fists rolled into little balls. Your cheeks are damp, and the stray hands of your hair are plastered to them, glued on by your tears. At first, you look at the floor, before lifting your gaze to face Jack.

His heart sinks when he sees you. “Oh sweetpea…fuck, I am so sorry baby,” he tells you once more.

“You’re late, Jack. Like really fucking late!” you cry out to him, not quite yelling, but not quite not yelling, either.

“I know I am, but baby –” he replies, looking at your lips, avoiding your eyes, before you cut him off.

“Why the hell didn’t you call me or text me? For fucks sake, Jack. I thought you were hurt! Or worse, dead. You could have been lying in a ditch bleeding out and I would have had no idea,” you spill out, spewing fire with your words. “Where were you anyway? Hmm? What had you so preoccupied you couldn’t even bother to tell me you were gonna be – oh I don’t know, five hours late?” You ask, a twinge of snarkiness behind your voice.

You’re only so keyed up because you care about him so much; trying to mask your pain with anger.

He inches closer to you, instinctively pulling your body into his. You resist as first, body rigid, not embracing him back. You’re still mad, but with the way he feels against you, you can’t help but soften. You wrap your arms around his middle, resembling the way a koala bear clings onto a tree. The firmness of his arms envelops you in a protective blanket, pulling you tight to him so you can see the pulse in his neck, lowers your cortisol levels, and cools your heated blood.

“I’ll tell you, but have to promise you won’t laugh,” he says, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. Fuck, he missed you.

“I’m not going to laugh, Jack. Where were you? What the hell happened?” you demand to know once again, stepping back from him, disconnecting your embrace.

“I uh – well, I was trying to save a kitten that was trapped on the train tracks on my way home. I managed to grab it, but as I was hoisting it back up onto the platform, my phone fell out of my pocket. By the time I went back down to grab it, the train was right around the corner…and well, it was crushed. Then I had to navigate my way home without GPS, and I saw an old lady get robbed, so I had to help her. And then there was a runaway stroller…” he says, smiling. He knows your upset, but he tries to lighten your spirits with humor.

That’s his thing. Well, your thing together, you suppose. You’d always ask him how his day was at work, how his missions went, knowing he couldn’t ever tell you the truth. You jokingly said to him one night, “Well if you can’t tell me the truth, make something up, like rescuing a kitten in a tree or something.” You were half-joking, but it just sorta stuck.

You look at Jack and can tell from the look on his face that he is sorry.

“Spy stuff, then?” You ask, clearing the remaining tears from your cheek.

“Spy stuff. I’m sorry baby, I want to tell you, I do, it’s just…the more you don’t know, the better. I don’t ever want to tell you anything that could compromise you, I couldn’t bare it if you got hurt,” Jack says, a sincerity behind his voice.

You see it then – for as much as you love and worry about him. He loves and worries about you, too. He knows his work is a lot, and he can see the weight of him not being able to tell you the full truth has on you. The worry, the pain that lingers behind your eyes.

Your shoulders relax and your face softens. You won’t push him.

You know he’d tell you if he could. You run the pads of your fingers under your eyes once more, clearing away some of the fallout from your makeup. The anger from earlier dissipates.

He’s here. He’s safe.

You reach your hand out to him and allow your fingertips to curl around his pinky. You look up at him with doe eyes.

“Gonna have to make it up to me, cowboy,” you whisper, a seductive tone to your voice. “Behave for me and I won’t be too mean.”

You unhook his pinky and curl your full hand around his wrist, rounding around him, pulling him to the bedroom.

You push Jack so that he is seated at the edge of your shared bed, using your foot to wedge his thighs open, granting enough space for you to stand between them. His sable eyes are the size of saucers, his heart thrums at a rapid rate in his chest. He’s no stranger to it all, hell, he’s a trained killer for Christ's sake, and yet here he is – defenseless under you, at your total mercy.

You could tell him to get on all fours and bark, and he’d fucking do it. He doesn’t know what your end game is, but he’s itching to find out, much like the hard cock that’s quickly eating up all of the space in his jeans.

“You’ve been a naughty, naughty boy…” you say, stroking your finger along the razor edge of his chiseled jaw. A little tsk, tsk sound escapes your lips, and you move to grab his jaw with a firm grip. “What am I gonna do with you?”

He gulps hard, the prominent Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he does. You’re not wrong – he has been a naughty boy, oh god, if you only knew, but hearing you say it has him bricked up; hard, and desperate for you, and whatever you want to give him. He’s ready to worship at your altar, ready to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness.

He’s well-versed in taking charge and fucking you til you see The Almighty, but reversing those roles, having you boss him around for a change? He’s never experienced anything quite like it. The Statesman surely didn’t train him for this.

“Remember the safe word, baby?” You ask in a serious tone, momentarily pausing your sexual prowess.

“Oh fuck,” he chokes out. “Y-es, I remember, baby.” Your pussy throbs at the sight of your tough cowboy submitting to you.

“Good boy. Now, you’re gonna keep your hands to yourself. Can you do that for me?” You respond, your voice smoky, laced with pure desire.

He nods and a faint whimper escapes his lips. You squeeze his jaw with your hand, “Use your words like a big boy,” you scold, reciting similar words he used on you not too long ago. Use your words like a big girl.

“Yes ma’am,” he says, voice trembling with need, a twinge of submission behind it.

You can’t help the smirk on your face, taking over the reins and being in charge gives you a new thrill. Now you know what all the fuss is about.

You start undoing the buttons of his Western-style shirt. You’re taking your time, enjoying how each undone button reveals more of his lean body that gets softer the further down you go, but for Jack, it’s painstakingly slow. He squirms where he’s sitting and fights the urge to take over. He’s trying not to paint his jeans just looking at you being a minx.

Rip my fuckin’ heart out baby, is the only thought that crosses his mind.

“Patience, baby,” you purr and give his face a few playful smacks. You reach for his belt buckle, and he hisses when it presses against his rock-hard cock. You retreat, remembering the recurring fantasy you’ve been having for weeks now.

“Pants off, lay on the bed, and wait for me,” you order and he does as he’s told. Truthfully, he’s a little afraid of what you might do if he doesn’t. You walk over to your closet space, which is thankfully out of view from the bed. You take the opportunity to strip down to the silky black bra and matching panties you’ve been waiting to show Jack all evening. You gather the items you came to the closet for and step back into the bedroom.

Jack is lying with his back under a cloud of pillows, his head resting against the metal headboard. He’s almost naked, just like you asked, his thick bulge pronounced in his underwear. You swear you can see his heart thump out of his chest from across the room when his eyes trail over your nearly bare body. His breath catches in his throat when he sees what you retrieved from the closet. Fuzzy handcuffs, and one of your fluorescent pink dildos. He doesn’t mind when you use it on yourself, but he’d much rather give you the real thing. The silicon shape of it taunts him.

You lay the agents of eroticism next to him and crawl up his body to hover over him. He cranes his neck to kiss you but you pull back and place your index finger over his lips.

“Nuh-uh,” you scold. He whines, actually whines, and you have to compose yourself from melting on the spot. You pick up the novelty handcuffs and dangle them in his face, a mischievous and somewhat amused look on your face.

“Gonna put these on ya, pretty boy,” you say with a delicate cadence, almost questioning; giving Jack the room to protest. He’s never been restrained before, at least not in this context. He’s restrained you plenty of times, but you understand he might not like it; especially given the nature of his profession and his need to always be on guard.

But fuck it, if he has a problem with it, he can safe word out.

He doesn’t.

You lock eyes with him as you fasten the handcuffs around his wrists, one end on each, the other tethered to the metal bed frame. Your chest is so close to his face, close enough that his tongue can’t help but dart out and give your tits a little lick, the temptation of it too strong.

You pull away from him and look down at him. “Maybe I wasn’t clear enough the first time. You’re gonna keep your hands to yourself, and that includes your tongue. You’ll take what I give you when I give it to you. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jack nods, a smug look on his face. He thinks you’re cute when you’re demanding.

“Better wipe that little smirk from your face right now or I’ll leave you chained up all night, fuck myself silly with this plastic cock, and moan your name the entire time I do it. You won’t get a single taste. That what you want?” You ask, a condescending tone to your voice.

He doesn’t answer you, he just looks at you with lusty, glossy eyes. “What’s the matter baby, cat got your tongue?” you say, and a low growl leaves his chest.

“No, baby. I don’t want that. Wanna fuck you, wanna show you how sorry I am,” he says. You know he could bust out of the handcuffs with a swift tug if he wanted to. You know he could pin you to this bed and have you crying for him, following his every demand. What’s more, you know you’d like it.

But he knows he fucked up, and he knows this is his penance.

You let out a little purr of satisfaction when you see him tug at the cuffs, the rattle of them against the metal of the bed frame. His lack of somewhat self-imposed freedom shows you that right now he’s at your mercy.

You rise to stand on the bed, both of your feet on either side of him, positioned just above his head. The view you’re giving him is obscene, the sheer lace of your panties just barely covering your wet and glistening cunt. You dip your hand below the hand of them and use your fingers to gently nudge the soiled fabric to the side. You run your finger up your dripping seam, collecting your slick on your finger, gently passing over your throbbing clit as you do. A little gasp trickles over your lips. Jack can see the glisten on your fingertips and his mouth salivates, conditioned like Pavlov’s dog at the sight of your juices. He can smell you from where you’re positioned, the sweet scent of your arousal, and the groan he lets out is animalistic, primal. He’s kicking himself for the predicament he’s in, but at the same time, relinquishing control has never felt this good.

“Bet you wanna stuff your thick cock in this pretty pussy don’t you, Daddy. Wanna split me open, stretch me out, and claim me,” you taunt him, your fingers continuing their ministration against your clit, nearing you closer to your release. The filth spewing from your lips is mostly just to tease him, but fuck, if it doesn’t do something for you, too. Mostly because it’s true. You want him so bad, you can only imagine how he must feel.

“Answer me, baby. Tell me what you wanna do to this pussy when I finally let you,” you rasp out, your fingers alternating between slipping in and out of your wet and waiting hole.

“Fuuuck,” Jack growls. He can barely form words, too drunk off the sight of your pussy, watching you work yourself above him. “Such a pretty fucking cunt,” he hisses, “gonna fucking ruin you when I get out of these cuffs.”

“Yeah? Keep being a good boy for me and I’ll let you fuck me however you want baby,” you rasp, a little breathless, sprinting to the cliff of your orgasm,“But, you’re gonna make me come first,” you say, falling to your knees, holding the panties far off to the side of your slit. You position yourself right above Jack’s face, holding your glistening cunt inches away from his face. So close he can almost taste it, but not quite close enough.

“I wanna hear you beg,” you tell Jack, your hands threaded through his hair, pulling it back so he’s face-to-face with your pretty pussy. “Tell your mommy how bad you wanna taste her cunt.”

And shit, it’s raunchy, straight debauched. You don’t even have time to ponder the words that just left your lips, but it felt right. You can tell Jack likes it too by the way he practically falls apart under you, a whimper leaving his chest for the second time tonight, his eyes dark as the sea at night.

When he doesn’t answer you, you tug his hair and head back a little farther, dipping just a little bit lower, close enough this time for him to land a little lick on your wet center.

“Holy fuck baby, shit I need you so bad, please sit on my face,” he begs, “please let me taste you.” You’re more than happy to oblige, chasing reprieve from your aching core. You sit down on his face, your wet folds completely covering his mouth, his nose nudged right up against your awaiting clit. You don’t put all of your weight onto him yet, not wanting to cut off all of his airflow. He pulls away slightly, “Fucking give me all of it, baby. Don’t hold back,” Jack muffles against the skin of your pussy. His voice reverberates, his hot breath is ticklish against your sensitive cunt.

As much as you’re in control right now, old habits die hard, and him telling you what to do for the first time tonight coils the spring of your nearing release tight. You let out a slew of fuck, yes, oh my god daddy, yes, and taking the lord’s name in vain a few times. You’re riding the wave of your orgasm, and it’s so intense, to the point of dizziness. “Oh wait, fuck, think–” you lift off him slightly, just in time to see your release splashing over his face, completely drenching him. You fully move off of him, and look down at him, and he’s a mess. He looks at you with a primal grin to his face, his pupils so wide they edge out the color of his eyes.

“Oh fuck, Daddy. Look at you,” you moan, “covered in me, aren’t ya? Looks good on you. Now swallow it,” you demand.

You don’t have to tell him twice. He drinks up what he can while being restrained and you decide to gift him more by catching the stray droplets on his chin with your index finger and pressing it into his mouth. Jack savors your taste, eyes fluttering shut and practically growls. He’d argue it's the nectar of the gods.

“Shit, baby. You come for me like that and I’ll let you do whatever you want with me, this cock is all yours,” Jack rasps, thoroughly fucked out and under-touched. His cock throbs under the fabric of his boxers, waiting for you to touch him, to milk the soul right out of him.

“Think I’m gonna keep you restrained like this for a bit longer, baby. But don’t worry, since you’re being so good, I’ll put on quite the show for you,” you say, shimmying and kissing your way down the center of his stomach, leaving goosebumps in your wake. You nip across the neatly trimmed hairs that rest at the top of his cock, until you come to over them, your lips hovering just above the band of his underwear.

You look up at him through your lashes, and give him a little knowing smile; you love what you do to him and you’ve barely touched him yet. You slip the fabric off of him, releasing his thick cock; it’s bigger than normal right now, pumped full of so much blood, the prominent vein that runs down the side of it bulging, the tip of it shiny with his pre-come.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him. You’ve always admired his thick, delicious cock, but having free reign over it right now, the power to do whatever the fuck you want with it is almost overwhelming. You dart your tongue out and lick the tip of him, the taste is a little salty and heady. You moan and smile, before opening your mouth wide, releasing your tongue so it’s wide and flat. You grab his cock by the base of him and tap the mushroom head of it over your tongue, little thin strings of salvia trailing between your body and his as you do.

“Fuck, baby. You’re such a tease, killin’ me over here,” Jack moans, fighting his fuzzy restraints.

“Oh Jack, my love. Have you learned anything tonight? You’re mine. I’ll do what I want with you when I want to,” you rasp, opening your mouth wide, diving down deep on to the thickness of him as you do.

“Ah shit –” he cries out, happy to finally be touched, but not expecting you to deep-throat him from the get-go. “So good baby, so good oh my god,” he cries out as he juts his hips up, trying to nudge his cock deeper into your wet and waiting throat, chasing the warmth and wetness of it. You keep working him, it’s sloppy and intense, but so damn satisfying. You’re just happy to have him deep inside one of your holes, filling you in just the way you like.

But you want more. As happy as you are to keep up this teasing, taunting, and kinky show, at your core you just need him to fuck you. You need to feel him deep inside of you, deep enough to remind you that he’s here, he’s alive, and he’s yours. You need him to fuck you so hard that the sadness from earlier in the evening spills out of you, retreats into a corner, runs away, and hides, never to be found again.

“Want me to ride you, pretty boy?” You ask, though you already know what the answer will be. He nods furiously, and if you don’t put him out of his misery soon, he has half the mind to punish you.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t catch that – use your words, I know how good you are at that; prove it to me,” you command, running your palm up and down the length of his wet cock, working him within an inch of his life.

“Yes, fuck, please ride me. Need to feel your pussy squeezin’ my cock,” he pleads, his patience wearing thin, “Don’t wanna come like this, sugar. Need to fill up that little pussy of yours, know how much she likes that, my come spilling out of you,” he moans. “Look so pretty when I’m spilling out of you, my girl,” he adds.

As soon as he finishes his last syllable, you line him up with your entrance and sink slowly. You gasp when he’s fully inside, your ass flush against him. From this angle, his cock punches your cervix in a way that deliciously teeters on pain and pleasure. You’re seriously considering uncuffing him, letting him ravage you, but ultimately you’re not ready to end your fun.

Your hand finds purchase on Jack’s sweat-slick chest as you bounce up and grind back down on his vicious cock. Your other hand between your legs, rubbing your clit in tandem with the plunging movement of your hips. Each movement fuses both of you together in shared ecstasy.

The flurry of emotions and sensations you’re experiencing at once is overwhelming; your second orgasm impending, the still raw and pent up feelings from your catastrophizing thought spiral that lasted for hours, and the sweet relief of having your cowboy back home with you. Exactly where he belongs.

He’s close and you’re both a little surprised he’s lasted this long. His honey-like drawl spewing out filthy words. The closer he gets the mouthier he gets.

Atta girl, ride this cock like you mean it. Look like straight up sin like this, baby. Fuckin’ goddess. Fuck fuck fuck. Thank fucking Christ you’re mine. Shit. fuck. damn. All mine, all mine.

Furling headfirst into euphoria, you roar out at a decibel that the neighbors on each side of you won’t appreciate the way that Jack is right now. A new flash of heat spreads throughout your body and you see stars behind your fluttering eyelids. You gush around his cock, pussy pulsating and immersing you both in your release.

“Fuck I’m—“ Jack is cut off by his own hoarse shout as he’s bucked into his own bliss, painting your insides with spurts of cum. He’s pretty sure he has died and went where cowboys go; he’s never come this hard in his life. He’s dizzy, borderline disoriented, chasing his breath like it’s a greased pig and he’s the poor chap pursuing it. You lean down and capture his lips in a frenzied kiss, another way of tethering yourselves to each other and back down to earth.

With trembling limbs you reach over to the nightstand and grab the tiny keys to the cliche cuffs still locked around Jack’s wrists. You fumble through unlocking them and you’re grateful that he is still hazy, otherwise he’d be giving you shit for it.

You dismount off of his softening shaft and feel your spent pussy leak down your inner thighs. A filthy idea pops into your fucked out head, your last act of dominance for tonight. You glide two fingers through your combined juices and bring them to Jack’s lips. The second time your fingers have been in his mouth tonight.

“See how good we taste together, baby,” you command, smearing some onto his plush lips. He sticks out his tongue, waiting for your offering. Much to your delight, he is still pliant under your control after you removed his restraints. He swirls his warm tongue along your fingers, lapping up every last drop.

You move off Jack’s chest in favor of tucking yourself into his side. Even though you were in control tonight, the need to be held post-coitus is still present. When he holds you in his strong arms, it’s your sanctuary. He’s not sure you know, but you’re his sanctuary.

Moments of tranquil pass and Jack breaks the silence.

“So…. Mommy, huh?”

END

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newtonsheffield · 11 months ago

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we need to see bodyguard au Kate and Anthony on their ski trip for spicy Sunday!! Plsss! 😂

Okay, this one’s a little less sad than the last one. I feel like I owe it to them

This was what she’d imagined. Well, almost? Or nearly? Truth be told she hadn’t had any idea what it would be like to actually be able to hold someone’s hand in public. She hadn’t even thought about it, in fact she’d been nearly affronted by it when James had stood in front of her, his hands on his hips.

“You’re never going to ask them are you?!”

Kate had blinked at him, her boyfriend of years “Ask who what?”

“You’re never going to ask your parents to acknowledge me are you? Or take me to events or anything?!”

“James, please can we just not have this conversation?”

“Are we ever going to have it?”

“I don’t know.” Kate had crossed her arms and tried not to let her voice wobble, “Do you actually want me? Or do you want what it will get you?”

He’d stared at her for a long moment before he let out a frustrated growl, “This was so not fucking worth it. You need to grow the fuck up, Kate. Stop caring what Appa thinks of you.”

“Oh fuck you!” Everyone around them had turned to stare and he’d pushed back through the crowd as tears had started to cloud her vision.

“Princess.” Anthony had said gently, his hand on her arm. “Would you like to go home?”

She hadn’t been able to do anything but nod. Anthony had surprised her when he’d shrugged off his jacket and held it out to her.

“In case you want a little privacy.” He smiled a little sadly as he crouched in front of her, his muscles flexed giants the white of his shirt and the holster of his gun. “Want me to run after him and fight him?”

Kate tried to chuckle and she ducked her head under the cover of his jacket. “No, thank you, Anthony. You’re sweet.”

“That’s my job, your highness.”

She’d let more tears fall as she sat in the back of the car and she’d said what she’d been thinking for far longer than she’d like to admit. “No one’s ever going to love me just for me are they?”

But Anthony had. Anthony did. despite the fact that she was the reason he had nearly died, Anthony did. And she’d stood in front of her father and mother with Anthony’s sweatshirt on. She’d inclined her head in a small bow.

“Appa, have the dramatics of yesterday gotten to you? The throne room seems a little formal. I’m surprised you’ve not got your crown on.”

“I told you.” Mary sighed from her place on a chair set apart from her father, “Are you alright, Darling?”

“I’m fine, Mumma.”

“Kate, this isn’t something to laugh about.” Her father said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How long has this been going on?”

Kate had tried not to look away from him, “A few months.”

“How many months is a few, Katie?” He’d only looked tired.

“Six.” She’d muttered, her eyes sliding to the floor, “It’s been six months.”

“Six months?!” Her father spluttered, “Jesus Christ Katie!”

“Well it just sort of happened Appa!”

“Oh to just happened? For six months it just kept happening?!”

“This doesn’t sound like the calm, rational conversation we discussed.” Mary sighed, kissing her daughter’s cheek, “He’s handsome, sweetheart. And so brave, I really should send him some-”

“Mary, please!”

“Well, we agreed we’d be supportive, Tharman! One of us needs to be! This is our child!”

“I’m trying very hard! Katie, why wouldn’t you just tell me?”

She’d felt those same, inadequate tears then and it had tasted bitter even when she’d said it. “I have lived my entire life for this country and I’ll live the rest of it for it as well. Just like you have and your parents did and their parents.”

“Katie.” He sighed, “I’m sorry. I know how difficult this is-”

“I don’t want you to be sorry, Appa! I’m happy to do it. I just… I finally had something for myself. All I wanted was this one… I just…I knew if I told you about him that it would be over and I just wanted to keep him. I love him and he loves me. Not this person just… me. And I wanted to keep him. Is that so wrong?”

Her father’s smile was a soft little thing, “Then your mother’s new little heartthrob has a decision to make.”

It seemed so surreal in the first few days of their relationship as they tried to fumble through Anthony’s first awkward meeting with her father, and his mother’s barbed remarks that had cut a little closer to who she was worried she was deep down. But it had grown into something beautiful between them, when it was allowed into the sunlight. It was nice to have someone’s support, to be able to support him the same way when he came home tired and frustrated from physio with his arm back in its sling.

“Shower?”

Anthony nodded slowly, “Yeah. It was… fucking hard today. Am I supposed to celebrate the fact that I can lift my arm a centimetre? and that might be all I ever get?”

“Anthony, that’s amazing.”

He let out a half smile, “I was lying, it was half a centimetre. I just wanted you to be impressed with me.”

Kate gasped, reaching under her shirt to tug off her underwear, “Mr Bridgerton, I’m very impressed, my knickers just flew off.”

He shook his head, bending at the knees and hoisting her over his good shoulder. “I had better do something about that then, Princess.”

She loved being Anthony’s partner. She loved their playful back and forth and the way he smiled when he saw his younger brothers and sisters. She loved everything about him, everything about the way they walked around with their fingers intertwined and he ducked his head so she could nudge his sunglasses into place so he wouldn’t have to let go of her hand. Even this morning he’d been so adorable, sweating nervously in the snow as he fidgeted with his helmet And it had been nice to not worry who saw them when they kissed in the snow and walked back to their cabin. It was nice now, sitting on the sofa in front of the fire, bundled up under a blanket, his arm around her waist, lips on her neck.

“This is nice.”

Anthony chuckled, “Baby, I’m not moving to Switzerland. Even though I’ve definitely mastered snowboarding now. I’ll probably be in the Winter Olympics soon. You might have trouble holding onto me when the… board…bunnies see me.”

Kate gawped at him, “What the fuck are board bunnies?”

“I imagine that’s what women who fawn over us extreme sports guys.”

Kate laughed, turning to face him properly, enjoying the way he leaned into the touch of her fingers throw his hair. “Oh you extreme sports guys, hey?”

“Yeah,” Anthony sighed, leaning back, “Me and Josie just ripping up the slopes.”

Kate nodded, moving to straddle him. “You and Josie? Josie who’s been skiing since she could walk? Josie whose mother is literally an Olympic Slalom Champion? You feel you’re on the same level?”

Anthony sighed, “Well, I’m the best in my class, I have to imagine we’re the same.”

“I love you.” Kate sighed, leaning in to kiss him gently. “You’re silly.”

“Very silly,” Anthony chased her lips with his, “Wanna be my board bunny, Princess? I’m willing to put you on the roster early

Kate rolled her eyes, “Go on then.”

He leaned forward to claim her lips again, his hand warm on her thigh as his tongue swept over hers slowly. It was so different from how it had been the first few times between them, where his zip had been pulled down and his hand had cushioned her head against the back of the door as their hips slammed together desperately.

The tension built between them slowly now, both of them revelling in it. The way his tongue moved over hers and his hand slipped over her body, tugging at her clothes. She loved the way their bodies fitted together and his skin was warm when it slipped against hers, the warm muscles of his chest under her fingers.

His hair was so soft against her fingertips when his lips fell to her neck and her hips started rocking against his.

“God, get on the fucking rug.”

Kate chuckled, kissing him once before she slid off his lap and shimmying out of her underwear before she lay on the rug. His body covered hers almost instantly his lips firm and hot against hers and his hand nudged her knees further apart as his lips trailed down her body, his tongue tracing patterns against his skin and she could hardly breathe for the look in his eyes. They were burning into hers as he looked up at her from between her legs, his voice rough.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Princess.”

“Oh fuck.”

It choked from her throat at the first touch of his tongue and her hips bucked up towards him and she felt his lips curve in a grin against her. “Greedy tonight.”

The fire was so warm beside them and the fabric of the rug was soft against her back as her fingers slipped into his hair and anchored him against her. The way his tongue moved against her was almost sinful and she could feel herself moving closer and closer to the edge with every second that past between them until she was dangling over the edge, so close she could taste it.

“Not yet.”

Kate let out a moan at the loss of contact as Anthony sat up, grinning at her. He looked so handsome in the firelight with his hair mussed from her fingers and his eyes dark. The scars on his shoulder and chest made him look even more so, a reminder of the fact she’d nearly lost him, what he’d been willing to do for her.

“I hate you.”

Anthony leaned over her, letting his lips brush hers agin, forcing her to taste herself. “No you don’t Princess. You fucking love that I’m not like those stupid little lordlings that tried to impress you all the time don’t you?”

She felt herself nod against him, their tongues intertwined and her hips rocked against hers, desperate for friction.

“Turn around.”

She could hardly do it. Her knees already felt weak as his hand guided her to roll over, her back pressed against his chest. He didn’t make her wait. Anthonys’s hips snapped forward and Kate felt her eyes roll back at the feel of him. The feel of them.

Anthony let out a moan behind her and his hand gripped her shoulder, his thumb pressed against the back of her neck, guiding the sharp movements of their bodies. It was almost too hot with the fire burning so close to them and the burn in her muscles and the desperate way she was slowly being set on fire, just for him. She could feel her entire body tightening already as he rocked against her, his muscular thighs pressed against the backs of hers, and she could feel his fingers tightening against her skin the gasps and moans she was drawing from his body reverberating through her own, mingling with the broken sounds of his name that she could manage.

“Come for me, Kate.”

That was all it took. The rough sound of her name torn from his chest sent her falling over the edge with a sharp shout of his name, falling forward onto her forearms. Anthony’s hips bucked roughly against hers, the movements growing more erratic. once, twice, a third time and he fell apart with a stuttered moan, the moment stretching on and on until he fell forward against her, pressing her into the rug.

“I’ll move in a second.” Anthony murmured against her, his voice sleepy and satisfied as he pulled her closer, his lips kissing her as he gasped against her cheek.

“It feels nice.”

Anthony reached up and grabbed the blanket from the sofa, “Let’s sleep here. Think we can take this rug home?”

“Who’s liking being rich people now?”

“I like it a little bit.”

“You know,” Edwina hummed as she sat across from Kate at breakfast the next morning, watching Anthony walk off towards his lesson. “I think you’re supposed to catch up on sleep on holiday.”

Kate rolled her eyes, chuckling as Anthony watched Josie explain something as they headed towards the ski lift. “I’ve decided to take the route where we just fuck on a rug that’s going to be following us home.”

Edwina gaped a little disgustedly, “What the fuck did you do to the rug?”

Kate smirked “Oh you know, you’re a fellow board bunny. Gotta do what you gotta do.”

Edwina leaned forward, “Am I supposed to know what the fuck that means? Is it gross? Is it not? Do I want to do it?”

#bodyguard au #spicy sunday🌶️#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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alovesreading · 1 year ago

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'tis the damn season | Part 2

Summary: Christmas has been your favourite season since you met Ross MacDonald back in Year 9 when you had just moved to Wilmslow, coincidentally on the same road as him. He becomes your very best friend for the rest of high school, but when that ends, life happens and you just can't stop it. And life is certainly cruel to you and Ross. Every December is a reminder of it, somehow always bringing a chance to ruin things even more. After so many mistakes, how can you get back the times you've always cherished with the silly boy with the dimpled smile?

Word count: 12.7k

Warnings: the tiniest bit of angst.

A/N: Here it is! I hope this one makes up for that first part lolllll. Will warn you that there's a sprinkle of angst at the beginning though... Don't kill me *runs and hides* Anyway, enjoy!!!!!

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Part 1

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“Shit,” you curse under your breath when his words hit you harder than the cold winds of December.

But maybe it’s the realisation that you just know nothing about him anymore that hits you even harder than what he has just said or the cold weather.

Entirely aware of how bad it can look, you pout up at him and add with heavy sorrow for him, “Oh Ross, I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

“S’alright,” Ross says with a shrug like it is nothing.

Your brows furrow, half in worry he’s bottling everything up and half in awe of the way he can cope so well with the situation—you know you could never do it.

After last year’s horrendous holiday break, when you were on your way up to Wilmslow, you had decided on making things right by everyone this year. End 2009 the right way and go into the new year with the joy of grasping onto normalcy back in a place you held dear.

It certainly did help that you have your boyfriend coming back home with you. Not alone anymore, and feeling the deep excitement for him to meet everyone you loved so much in Wilmslow.

That’s why as soon as you had managed to escape your parents and settled everything down in your room, you left your boyfriend to settle down while you ran down the stairs and up the road until you reached Ross’ house.

You certainly hadn’t expected him to turn down your idea of a double date of sorts because he and Katie weren’t together anymore. You thought that when he said he wasn’t sure it could be done, it meant you would have to make a bit more of an effort to get Ross’ friendship back.

You’re deflated by the news, thinking about how sad you are that the gifts you had gotten Katie would not make it to her in the end.

“Who’s he then?” Ross asks with a raise of his brows, bringing you back out from your thoughts.

Your mouth opens as you try to answer, but you stupidly stutter before giving him a vague answer, “Oh, erm, a classmate.”

It isn’t like you’ve come here to dump about your relationship though, and the idea of pouring facts about your boyfriend seems like poor taste after what Ross has just told you. But Ross is kind and you know he’s asking because you obviously were excited for him to meet him if you had come here to suggest going out on a double date.

It is your turn to be kind to him after two years of ruining shit with your stupidity so you let him get out of it by letting him know, “I’ve asked Matty and he said it was fine if I brought him by on Boxing day so I guess you’ll meet him properly then.”

“Right,” he nods first, but when a beat of silence goes by, he adds, “Sure.” His lips are pressed tightly together, the corners of his mouth barely lift up when he tries to fake enthusiasm as he finally adds, “Can’t wait.”

You can’t keep to yourself the shock, or better said, it’s easy for your mum to get what you’ve just found out due to how awful you feel for reminding Ross of his recent breakup, one you had no idea about.

And another thing you’ve got no idea about is that, after you tell your mum how bad you feel about what had just happened, she called Ross’ mum and invited her over for Christmas dinner the following day.

A truly horrible idea that you scold your mum about when she tells you about it the morning of the 25th.

“Mum, what?! How’s it gonna help him to have dinner with us when he’s just broken up with Katie?!”

Of course, your mother is oblivious to what you mean, “He’s gonna have company! All of us together will make him happy!”

Unfortunately, you can’t explain what had happened the past two years, the way you had behaved, and how it seems incredibly unfair to have him have Christmas dinner with you and your boyfriend in the room.

So, to try and fix the mess your mum has unknowingly made, you take it upon yourself to make sure dinner doesn’t end up in a situation like the previous two years.

You keep the pda with your boyfriend to the minimum, make sure to include Ross in every conversation—basically spend most of the time boasting about the guys’ band to your boyfriend—, and keep asking Ross and his parents all about how they’re doing.

Ross is smiling and participating in conversation, which you really appreciate and you relax a bit halfway through dinner when noticing that Ross is doing far better than you had ever done with Katie.

And it’s then that guilt starts creeping back up.

But the thing that you don’t know is that Ross is just good at acting and putting on a smile, because seeing your boyfriend’s hand on your thigh all throughout dinner and the way he takes every opportunity he can to kiss your cheek, is killing him.

Ross gets it then. He gets why it had been so hard for you to keep your feelings to yourself back when you met Katie. Because he can feel that horrendous burn rising up his throat, burning in his chest every glance that he takes at you and sees that the reason for every smile and giggle is the lad beside you.

You have always had a hard time not letting your every thought show on your expression, Ross took the piss about it so often, though he really appreciated it because it meant he always knew what was going through your head.

However, he had the ability to hide everything behind a blank face or a half smile and not be questioned about it.

Exactly like in this very moment when he’s half smiling into his cup of cider as both your parents—as if they hadn’t met him already when they went down to London during summer break—and his parents grill your boyfriend with loads of questions that the poor bloke stutters to answer most of the time.

His fingers clutch the cup tighter every time he hears him call you baby, and he dies a bit more inside when he sees your boyfriend mumble “I love you,” in your ear when you come to his defence after your dad makes a stupid joke about him that has you gasping.

“Love you too,” you reciprocate and give him a quick peck to which everyone coos.

Everyone but Ross.

Ross, who settles you are both even now, who tries washing down the bitter taste of jealousy with more cider until your dad brings out a bottle of whiskey and opens it for everyone to enjoy, and it is then that the bassist starts gulping down the dark alcohol with an ease that your dad jokes about.

What he doesn’t know is that it burns every time Ross takes a gulp back, his throat raw and aching, but the feeling is just strong enough to overcome the horrendous way seeing you this happy and in love makes him feel.

Such an idiot, Ross thinks about himself. He’s an absolute fucking fool.

And then, your mum is calling it’s time for Christmas pictures and when you and your boyfriend go first and the first time your mum presses the shutter is when your boyfriend kisses you under the mistletoe, Ross can’t take it any longer and he excuses himself to walk back home alone.

It isn’t until he has thrown himself on his bed, groaning about how he feels like he’s gonna be sick all over his sheets, that he realises he’s walked out before even getting a picture with you.

Ross falls asleep thinking he needs to make it up to you on Boxing day when you bring your boyfriend over to Matty’s.

“Hope she isn’t too much of a handful,” George jokes when they all fall into easy conversation and banter with your boyfriend.

“She’s a good handful,” your boyfriend jokes, letting his hand fall down to your ass and squeezing it with eager fingers.

You gasp and push him off you while he cackles loudly, the room follows along. A choir of laughter around the place from the lads and their own girlfriends, though the deep rich laughter from Ross is missing.

Your gaze sweeps the room until it falls on him and you give him an apologetic smile. He offers you a tight lip grin and a shake of his head, like he’s trying to say it’s okay.

Nothing really is because with every minute that passes and he sees how well your boyfriend gets along with everyone, Ross dies a little inside. And, in spite of how lovely Boxing day is going, he can’t find himself enjoying the togetherness like he usually does.

An invitation is made for your boyfriend to join you for the gig the band is playing at a pub in Manchester tomorrow night.

Enthusiastically, you both accept and when you go back home, you can’t stop smiling at the prospect of these two sides of your life merging with an ease that makes your heart swell.

You’re early to the gig, since you had convinced your boyfriend to take the chance to go around Manchester before you were due at the pub to see your friends, and you chat with the boys as they set up in a makeshift stage.

At the start of December, their manager Jamie had founded Dirty Hit, a label of his own so he could finally sign the band himself.

You are so unbelievably proud of your boys, tears well up your eyes watching them perform flawlessly on that stage: smiling so hard at Matty’s passion when singing, the funny faces George has always made when playing the drums, the clever riffs Adam managed to play easily and, of course, the suave Ross had when playing that bass.

You, amongst the almost sixty people in that pub, are entranced by them and you sing along the songs you’ve witnessed being written, put together and practised throughout the years.

When they play ‘Robbers’, you can’t help but cry. The memories it brings to you are so overwhelming, your boyfriend ends up hugging you from behind to soothe you as you sing along to the incredible lyrics Matty had somehow come up with at 18, the summer before you went off to university, when everything was alright.

Ross catches a glimpse of you and his heart aches when seeing the tears rolling down your face. The hurt only gets stronger when your boyfriend is the one to wipe them off your cheeks.

He brings his gaze forward again but when he’s unable to clear his thoughts by focusing on a stranger’s face, he lets his head hang and his eyes fall on his fingers playing the strings of his bass.

The same one he had shown off to you the first time you had gone to his house on Boxing day and you stayed there, perched on his bed as you watched him show off his skills on the instrument.

Ross isn’t sure then how much longer he can cope with this, seeing you smitten with somebody else, craving their touch and not his, needing their company and not his.

He’s so relieved when you go back home with your boyfriend after the gig, swiftly getting yourself out of a night of drinks with the guys since you have plans for the next morning that you can’t get out of.

The hangover Ross nurses the following day is entirely worth it for he managed to drown his sorrows with alcohol without being questioned about it, he hid it behind being overly enthusiastic about a new year with a now signed band, the one thing they had been dreaming since they properly formed the band in 2002.

But it doesn’t matter that he had managed to conceal his real feelings and intentions behind drinking that night, for when New Year’s Eve comes around, he’s entirely transparent as he knocks back glass after glass from the moment you arrive at Matty's.

Unlike a year ago, it is time for Ross to get plastered since he’s totally incapable of coping with you being all over your boyfriend now that alcohol is in your system and, since you’ve seen Ross’ reactions for the past few days and you have assumed the bassist is entirely fine with everything, you don’t have to hold back anymore.

For a miraculous change, George is the one to take care of Ross when midnight approaches and he just can’t stay in the room to watch what he knows will happen the second the countdown reaches one.

Ross’ body reacts on its own when he hears the room he’s left erupt in a chorus of “Happy New Year!” and he rushes to the nearest bathroom to be sick when the ruckus of greetings change for one of whistles and teasing, a confirmation that you’re definitely kissing your boyfriend like you had kissed Ross all those years ago.

Hiding away in the bathroom, Ross spends the rest of the night there, sitting against the door and ignoring every knock and attempt of opening it.

He wakes up passed out on the bathroom floor the next morning, wishing he had drunk even more to forget why he had been drinking to begin with. But not even drinking more would’ve helped with him avoiding seeing you and your boyfriend cuddling on one of the settees when he walks out to leave the Healy's house.

When you come knocking on his door later that day, he groggily answers the door. Your goodbye hits him like a gut punch but, despite being sad about seeing you go, he can’t help being a little relieved his chest doesn’t have to ache to the sight of you in love anymore.

At least not until next Christmas.

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Around May of 2010 you graduated university.

That nightmare was finally over and the only good thing that had come out of it other than your degree, and the fact that you managed to land a job before graduating, was that you weren’t alone anymore.

Your mum and dad went down to London for the ceremony and it brought tears to your eyes to see them in the crowd as you walked onto the stage to get your diploma. Loads of pictures had been taken and though you felt elated, overflowing with joy, it wasn’t until you finally had time to check your phone and see the messages your friends from back home had sent you that you felt complete.

Adam’s message had made you coo and tear up, whilst George and Matty’s messages made you laugh like an idiot. Ross’ message had made you smile nostalgically, a tear slipping down your cheek when you had read it again.

Cannot believe you’re graduating today, sweetheart. So incredibly proud of you :)) You were always the smartest one of us after all. Hope you’re having the best time celebrating yourself today, you’re fucking brilliant Y/N/N. Love you lots, see you soon I hope xx

Truth was, your parents had invited him along but he had declined, excusing it on work and something band related that your mum and dad didn’t ask too much about. Still, they were sad they couldn’t surprise you with Ross’ presence on such a big day.

Ross had really regretted his decision when you posted a bunch of pictures of your graduation day to your Facebook page. Though, the ones where your boyfriend was right next to you reminded him just why he had said no.

He was a coward, he wouldn’t deny it if he were to be called out for it but he was doing it for the best of the situation, for the best of your friendship—or at least to the bits of it that still lingered to which he was holding onto tightly.

Because somehow, despite how the last Christmas time had turned out for himself, Ross found himself holding onto the hope that everything would be alright this year when you came back home for the holidays. And there was a little annoying voice inside his head that laughed at himself for it, but he was holding onto you desperately, like water in his hands, hoping you wouldn’t slip fully through his fingers.

So he had held on and on, day after day, onto that hope until December was around the corner and when a text of yours came through to the group chat you had with the guys, that hope plummeted down and shattered on the floor.

Guys I’ll be spending the holidays in London so please don’t worry about a present for me this year. I promise I will make this up to you very soon!! Miss yous so much and love yous even more!! xx

The first feeling that shows is sadness. Ross frowns, reading your message over and over, his heart sinking and settling on the pits of his stomach as despair overcomes him. He really had spoiled the only chance he would get this year of seeing you, just because he hadn’t really wanted to see you with your boyfriend again.

But now, all he can think is that he’s willing to endure that horrendous jealousy and anguish just to see you again. And he’s especially desperate because it's Christmas! It’s your time of the year, your and Ross’ time, or at least that’s what it had always been until 2007.

Ross wants to pull his hair out of his head then, not only dreading having to spend this season without even seeing you from afar, but just from being reminded of how this will be the fourth year in a row where something has happened and shaken the dynamic you had shared and cherished since 2002.

And then, nosy Matty asks why you’re staying in London because it’s certainly very rude of you to abandon your best friends in the entire world to spend the holidays in the south—that’s exactly what the curly headed boy sends on the group chat.

Which prompts you to answer with a string of laughing emojis and then the truth: you’re spending the holidays with your boyfriend’s family this year.

Reading that message is what turns Ross’ sadness into anger in a split second.

Because you’re breaking the promise you had made before you left for uni, the promise you had swore to never break when Sara, Danielle, and Jodie eventually did.

Hope is gone. A tiny lit flame that has just been blown out and there’s nothing left of it but the string of smoke rising up into the air.

Ross knows this is it then, the end of it all.

He could’ve never predicted it would take eight years to lose you entirely, and he sort of wishes he could warn his past self so he could shield himself from anything he could develop for you when you first met.

He chucks his phone somewhere on his bed, fully ignoring any other messages coming into the group chat afterwards.

Nothing mattered anymore.

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It certainly is a shock to see you walking out of the house when Ross is walking back to his from the shops.

Matty had sent him out to buy decorations for the New Year’s Eve party because, suddenly, he decides the party needs to be a proper one with decorations and props and cone hats and silly 2012 shaped glasses that definitely don’t look feasible to look through.

So he’s toying with the frame of one of the glasses, thinking about how quickly 2011 has gone by, when he sees you walking out of your house with a skip in your step.

Since there was no message on the group chat, he didn’t really know if you were coming back home or not.

Not that he cared.

At least, that’s what Ross had been telling himself.

But it’s clear he indeed cared because when your eyes fall on him and a gorgeous smile breaks on your face, there’s a hint of relief that floods his system.

“Ross! Hey!” You are wary of the distance that’s there between you, not only physically because he’s still yet to cross the road towards you but also emotionally because you two haven’t spoken at all in the entirety of the year.

Well, you had if the short birthday messages you sent the other counted.

“Hi, Y/N. Y’alright?” he finally asks when he crosses the road and stands just a few metres away from you.

You nod, “Amazing. You?”

“Pretty good.”

You hum because he doesn’t sound so sure about it. Your eyes fall on the bag in his hand, catching the look of the New Year’s themed goods.

“Those look nice. Matty’s decorating this year?”

Ross chuckles softly, “Yes, apparently the party needs to be proper from now on.”

You snort at that and roll your eyes at the image of Matty saying that in your head. He was so annoying, you truly adored him. “Ha, right. Well, I’ll see you then!”

Wow what a good lengthy chat, Ross thought sarcastically. Still, he didn’t let how that made him feel show. With a soft smile, he nods and says, “See ya’,” before resuming his walk and making it back home.

He makes a great effort not to look down the road to see where you’re heading. That quick, awkward chat is enough to know where you stand and in what state your friendship is. Gone.

Ross comes to terms with the fact that it just will never be the same. It’s all gone: you, the holidays you’ve grown to love, all the traditions that only entailed the two of you.

It hurts his chest and he wonders if it hurts yours as well.

He doesn’t even see you the day after, on the 25th. There’s nothing delivered to his house—your mum had done it the year before, but the lack of it this year meant the official loss of that tradition—and since your boyfriend and his family are over at yours, or so Ross’ mum told him, the MacDonalds leave your family to it and don’t interrupt by sending anything over to your house.

The next time Ross sees you is at Matty’s on Boxing day, which goes as smoothly as it can. It’s only refreshing to have the rest of the boys there along with their girlfriends, and little Louis Healy is a funny distraction from the turmoil that clouds Ross’ brain when in the same room as you and your boyfriend.

When New Year’s Eve comes, alcohol makes for that miraculous distraction instead, but this time he’s more careful about it. Not blacking out but, instead, numbing himself with every drink until the countdown happens and seeing you and your boyfriend sharing a passionate kiss doesn’t make him want to run into oncoming traffic.

You leave on the 3rd of January this time, giving your boyfriend’s family and your own time to enjoy the start of the year together.

This time, when Ross answers the front door after hearing incessant knocking and he sees you standing there with a soft smile and a goodbye on the tip of your tongue, saying goodbye back feels more significant.

As he says goodbye, still half hiding behind the door, it feels like he’s bidding farewell to your friendship and all you two ever were.

What you never had been.

Ross wonders then if things would’ve been different if he had done something about the two of you when he kissed you under the mistletoe in 2006, how you two could be in such a different place if he had made a move after kissing you when the clock struck midnight at the very start of 2007.

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The first week of August 2012, the first official music project by the band came out. It was a bit odd knowing the boys had an official name now, but The 1975 sounded fucking brilliant—you had assured Matty of it when he sent you a picture of it freshly tattooed below his Mortal Kombat tattoo saying that he had gotten the new name tattooed so he wasn’t allowed to change his mind anymore.

You had gone to the closest HMV to your office and bought the CD, sending a picture of it to the guys on your group chat and gushing over how fucking good it was after you had listened to it four times in one sitting.

And you had gone just as crazy when November rolled around and on the 19th the Sex EP came out. A quick message was sent in the middle of your short lunch break, you’d written it with the biggest smile on your face.

Holy shit guys, that was incredible!!!! I’m so unbelievably proud of yous :’’)) Who would’ve thought you’d go from changing your band name every other month to having two stunning EPs out!!! I need yous to sign my new CD!! Cannot wait to see you brilliant, talented lot on Christmas. Love youuuuu!!! xxxxx

It was odd that after all that time, Ross could still hear your voice in his head saying all that while he read it. Like he just can’t truly let go of you, and a flicker of hope that still lives inside him then becomes obvious, he can’t help but think, maybe, just maybe, you won’t miss Christmas at home this year like he’s been expecting you to all year long.

It felt almost like he had been holding his breath since that notion became apparent in his mind, the anticipation of not really knowing if his hopes were gonna lead him to be disappointed or if he would actually be right.

Ross lets out a sigh of relief when he walks out of his house and he catches a glimpse of you walking in through the front door of your parent’s house with a bag in hand.

He’s not aware of what he’s doing until his quick strides lead him all the way up to your front door and he’s harshly knocking on it.

You’ve barely been able to shout hello to your mum, who’s upstairs, and let your dad take your bag up to your room when you’re startled by the knocking.

Turning around on your heels, it’s merely two steps you take until you can grab the handle and turn it to open the door and show a speechless and surprisingly enthused Ross bundled up in a cosy flannel coat and a beanie, the tip of his nose tinting pink from the cold, and his cheeks matching the shade.

Your eyes widen at the sight of him. You have no idea why he’s just standing here, how on Earth he had managed to know exactly when you would arrive or if he had been expecting you, but you can’t stop the need to feel him closer than this the second you see him.

Basically throwing yourself into him, you gasp and wrap your arms around his waist, his arms coming to envelop you in a hug over your shoulders and you melt into him completely.

“Oh my god. I missed you so much,” you whisper into his ear.

His heart squeezes in his chest, leaving him weak enough to admit, “Me too. So much.”

He knows it’s not time for inquiries but he’s honestly taken aback by the fact that you’re here so his questions leave him without him wanting them to, “Are you okay? How’s London treating you? How’s your boyfriend, is he spending it here again?”

Those are heavy questions, lots to explain that just leave you without a word to utter. Except for the last question. That situation’s status was clear enough that you pull back and take a deep breath to be able to answer through the pain of thinking about it, “No. Ermm, we broke up.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t–,” Ross starts apologising but when he sees your chin start to wobble and tears filling your eyes, he pulls you back into him as he says, “Don’t cry, C’mere.”

“It’s all my fault,” you can’t help but admit. Not really about the breakup, that was certainly not your fault if you looked at the bigger picture, but the horrendous pain that fills you when you think about how your attempts to fill the emptiness from being away from home had crumbled down and left you feeling even lonelier than ever. You shake with a sob in Ross’ arms and admit, finally, “I hid so much from you guys.”

The confusion in his breathy, “What?” is clear and you know this is the right moment to just come clean about everything, before this opportunity leaves you like a train does a station.

“Do you…” you sniffle as you pull back to look at him.

God, you must look like a mess and a right idiot. Ross thinks that despite how his heart is breaking seeing you this upset, he’s never seen a person more beautiful.

“Do you wanna come in?” you suggest, thumb pointing behind you into a house he hasn’t stepped foot inside since Christmas day 2009, 3 years ago. “I feel like I owe you a lot of truths.”

Carefully, he nods and that’s when you put your hand out for him to hold and walk into the house.

Electricity runs to his fingertips where he holds you, painfully aware of how your absence has made your proximity now erupt a wave of feelings inside him that he had thought were gone.

Once he’s inside the house, you close the door. He expects you to guide him to the living room but, to his surprise, you take him up the stairs and into your room.

Even your dad is surprised to see Ross in the house after all this time for he stops in his tracks when he sees the now very tall lad walking hand in hand with you on the way to your room, which he’s leaving after leaving your bag neatly on top of your bed.

“Oh hello, Ross. Missed seeing you around here, kid.”

Ross smiles but before he can respond to your dad’s greeting, you speak out, “Thanks for helping me with the bag dad. I’m gonna chat with Ross for a bit if you don’t mind.”

Your dad notices the tears in your eyes then, with the slight waver of your voice so he knows this is a serious matter and he nods, giving you both a smile before walking past you into his room where your mum’s still hiding. She must be really entertained with what she’s doing since she hasn’t run to your room to crush you in a hug like she always does, but you won’t complain right now because it seems like everything is about to spill out of your mouth.

Closing your room’s door behind you, Ross makes his way into your room when you drop his hand. He sits at the edge of your bed and you do the same, looking into his eyes for a second before letting your gaze drop to your lap, where you fiddle with your fingers nervously.

A sigh leaves you.

This is it then.

Looking back up at him, you take in his worried expression and start telling him everything. How you knew university would be hard from the very second you moved into your dorm. How you had been so horribly homesick, you got depressed and had to talk to a therapist on campus for quite a while. The amount of times you had thought of dropping out throughout the first year, but had refused to come back home empty handed and regretting giving up when you have always been academically driven.

And how, despite your efforts, the second year had been just as bad.

You couldn’t make friends but not by lack of trying, it was harsher in uni to find people you felt in tune with when everyone was so focused on themselves and the groups established there were far more stronger than in high school; so many people knew each other from school already, it felt like trying to be friends with them was causing a disturbance to their friendships.

And then you came back to London from Wilmslow, that time Ross had told you to go back and you had left right after the gift exchange at Matty’s, and you met this guy. He gave you just the amount of attention and kindness to lure you in and grow attached to him after craving proper human connection for so long.

He had become your boyfriend easily, because he gave you attention and made you feel needed, despite both of those notions having meant in a sexual way more times than not.

It wasn’t the best relationship and you knew that, but you would take anything, even if faulty, just to not feel alone like you had the two previous years again.

So you made due with what you had and fell in love with him, though you knew he didn’t feel the same as you did, and if he ever did say it was just because he wanted to keep you. For convenience really, because if he said he wanted you, you would drop anything for him, even if you didn’t want to say yes, you did because you feared being left alone.

And then he realised he could make you stay by reminding you how badly you had been going through it before he appeared into your life, and now you could point out how emotionally manipulative he had been, but right then, it had gone right past your head.

That was why it had been so easy for him to cheat before you two graduated, and it had been even easier for him to get you to forgive him. He would say you wouldn’t survive without him, without his love, without his presence in your life; he reminded you just how far away everyone was, how you had lied and kept things to yourself so no one worried and how selfish of you it would be to call and talk about yourself and your issues which you could resolve easily, just by forgiving him and taking him back.

So like a brainless fool, you did.

And then you graduated and you moved in with him, and though you had a job of your own, he convinced you to do everything for him. His kisses, the sex, the cuddles, him making time for you, it all was your reward. Showing you affection had become a reward for you keeping the flat clean, cooking meals and paying half the rent, it had become something to exchange for your efforts rather than something that came with a loving relationship.

You knew he had cheated at least twice after that first time but kept quiet. You knew, but the only thing you could do was ask him to wear a condom every time you fucked, just because that was the last bit of love and concern you had for yourself.

That was until a few weeks before your birthday, when you got off work early because you were feeling a bit poorly and the feverish, dizzy feeling that overcame you was enough for your boss to send you home immediately.

It had been nothing compared to the feeling that washed over you when you quietly came into the flat and walked blindly down the hall to your bedroom, only to find your boyfriend balls deep in some girl.

Your horrified gasp and confused mumbling wasn’t enough for him to stop, instead he kicked you out of the room and you left running back to the living room where you stood almost dry heaving as you replayed the moment over and over again, wanting to be sick but not being brave enough to walk up to the bathroom with how close to the bedroom it was.

Still, he took a fair few minutes to come out of the bedroom and face you. From what you heard, you knew he hadn’t even taken the consideration to stop and had chosen to finish before he could even begin to explain what was going on.

Not that it needed explaining, really.

But it was the absolute lack of remorse in his face when he came out to the living room that brought you out of the hypnosis he had caught you in for so long. The fact that he hissed through his teeth why the fuck you had come home so early. The fact that he sounded more apologetic to the girl than to you, his girlfriend of three and a half years.

And it was the realisation that you would rather feel this hurt because of breaking up with him than because he was trying to convince you that it had been nothing and you could forgive him yet again.

So you did. You broke up with him that very second. Going to the bedroom, which made you feel even more disgustingly nauseous, you quickly packed everything you had there in a big suitcase you had thankfully kept. All that you had in there as best as you could and the rest shoved in a big bag of yours that didn’t fit inside the case.

You had felt more alone than ever, without your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend now—, without any friends because all of your friends had been his first and you knew he would manipulate them enough to make them switch on you the second they found out, without a roof to live under.

But you felt free, oddly, and it was that which drove you to call up one of your co-workers and ask for their help.

Emma was the sweetest and let you stay in her flat for the week and a half it took you to find a place you could rent. You hadn’t been exactly choosy with it, just going off necessity and settling for the better most convenient option, both for your pocket and the proximity to your job.

So you were now living in some shitty flat in a very unsafe area in London, but it was close to the tube station and it was only a thirty minute commute to your office, which you were growing to appreciate.

It was the fact that for the first time in a while you felt like your own person that made you smile on the daily.

And now the fact that you had finally come clean about everything to one of the most important people in your life.

Ross is speechless. He’s lost his breath with every bit that you’ve told him, and yet the way that you fully leave him stupefied and unable to breathe is the smile that you give him when you’re done with your story.

That toothy grin he has missed so much, accompanied with your tear stained cheeks and glassy eyes.

His heart is utterly broken for you, someone so beautiful inside and out being absolutely destroyed and mishandled by people who never appreciated you for who you truly are, stuck in a situation that you kept shut because you’re selfless like that.

Ross feels like his heart had been shattered in a million pieces, but he feels a new wave of heartache when he remembers how cruel and unfair he had been to you when, unbeknownst to him and everyone else, you were going through such a nightmare.

He wants to bang his head against a wall.

But not more than he wants to crush you in a hug and tell you it’ll be alright now.

So he does.

His arms feel heavenly around you, melting into his chest and hiding in his neck comes to you like second nature just how it had always been back then, before everything happened.

You can’t help but cry, and though some of your tears come from the ache in your chest, most of them are spilled because you feel relieved that you can shed yourself of the weight of everything that you’ve been keeping to yourself, relieved that you can mend things back home and you can try and get back those friendships you have always cherished.

Ross doesn’t let you go, not when you calm yourself down and stop crying, not when you yawn and rub your tired eyes, not when it starts getting dark out.

He’s hesitant to let you go when you go to move your bag out of your bed so you can lay down. But he follows when you pat the spot next to yours on the mattress.

His arms wrap around you and he pulls you closer to him. You two haven’t done this in so long, it’s hard to even point out when was the last time you cuddled, but your legs tangle with an ease that makes your heartbeats stutter.

With eyes fluttering as you two succumb to slumber, the last thing you remember before falling asleep is the feeling of Ross’ lips pressing on top of your head.

“I had missed this,” you admit groggily when you wake up to his fingers rubbing circles on your lower back.

The darkness of your room envelopes you like a blanket, pale moonlight sneaking through your blinds to give you the faintest bit of sight.

You can barely make out the dimples on his cheeks as he smiles down at you with a puffy face and sleepy eyes, “I missed you.”

Whole. That’s how you feel when he says that with a warm conviction that melts your insides. You hum, “Yeah. Me too.”

A knock on your door makes the two of you look in the direction of it, and slowly peeling it open, your mum peeks her head through to smile at you.

“Haven’t seen you like that in ages,” she recalls with a coo. “You two are so grown up now.”

You smile just by remembering the pictures your mum would take of the two of you cuddling on the settee after falling asleep watching a film. The nostalgia makes you wish she would take a picture right now just so you could compare it to them.

“Sorry to interrupt darlings, you two look cosy, but could you do me a favour?”

That’s how you end up at the shops with Ross, giggling as you walk through the aisles trying to find the things your mum had forgotten to get on her last shopping trip for tomorrow’s dinner.

It’s hard not to get distracted when you walk around, seeing all the Christmas sweets and treats, even harder when Ross makes you laugh as you go about the place and you keep forgetting what it is that you’re looking for.

“Hey, you better not forget these,” he jokes, grabbing a bag of potatoes that he ends up placing in your basket.

It’s hard hugging Ross goodbye after you come back from the shops and put everything away together, but it makes you so incredibly happy to know that it feels normal again—your arms around each other feel like finding your way back home after getting lost on the way.

You go to bed feeling content, the smell of him lingers on your pillows and you nuzzle your face on them with a loopy smile on your face.

It is when you wake up and go downstairs for breakfast that you properly feel giddy, though, because your mum tells you she called Ross’ mum and they had agreed to have Christmas dinner together.

A loud kiss is smacked on your mum’s cheek at the news and she smirks as she looks at your dad when you run to the kitchen to see if you had all the ingredients to make some type of dessert, leaving your coffee to get cold on the dining table.

Having the MacDonalds over is a joy, as per usual, with Ross’ mum being the loveliest person ever and Ross’ dad making you all laugh hysterically, dinner goes wonderfully.

Everything’s tasty, warm in your bellies and your hearts with the hours you all spend together. Nothing feels more right than this very moment.

And then your mum springs up her chair and calls, “Time for pictures!”

Just like you’ve known to do since the very first time, you and Ross move to the bottom of the stairs right beneath where your mum always hangs the mistletoe. The sight makes Ross smile brightly, his eyes crinkling at the edges and dimples pinching his cheeks beautifully.

Your mum frowns at her film count on display as she takes the camera close to her face, “I’ve got one in here, so I’ll take the first and then go get another pack of film to take the rest.”

You bite your tongue not to smile too brightly when it reminds you of a certain moment, years ago.

As your mum takes the camera up to her eyes, Ross wraps an arm tightly around your waist, fingers digging on your clothed flesh as he presses you flush to his side. You wrap an arm around his waist and just as you’re about to rest your head on his shoulder to pose for the camera, your heart begs you to do something else.

You turn to look at him and pucker your lips to press them on his cheek. Your mum captures just the moment bliss breaks out on his face, melting his smile into a parted mouth as he exhales a sigh in content at the feeling of your lips on his skin.

The second the whirring of the polaroid printing out sounds, you pull back and he peels his eyes open to look at you with adoration, or so you think from the way his brown eyes gleam as he looks into yours.

You have to separate when your mum walks in between you to run upstairs to get some more film, all the while she’s shaking the just printed picture in her hand.

Suddenly, Ross blinks and he’s back in 2006, when your mum was making a mess upstairs as she looked for a new pack of film and he finally got the courage to cup your face and actually kiss you under the mistletoe like he had been wanting for so long.

It’s a memory that flashes on both your minds in that moment, and it’s written all over your faces.

Your mouth parts in anticipation and he carefully brings up his hands to your face, holding it delicately as he starts leaning in.

It’s stupid, and maybe way too fast on his part but he can’t have you looking all beautiful standing in front of him and under the mistletoe and not kiss you. You’re magnetising and he can’t fight the power you have over him, he’s so entranced he just wants you close.

This time it is different, it feels more intense. Not desperate, because the second your lips meet in the middle, it’s not like you lose control and try to quicken the kiss. It just feels way more intent, it’s deliberate and with so much more meaning now. You have each other back and the pieces of the puzzle fall into place perfectly just like the slotting of your lips together.

You’re the one to deepen the kiss as your tongue pokes out to tease his bottom lip and you lick into his mouth when he parts it to welcome you.

A hum reverberates through his chest when you taste each other, and he swallows a soft moan that you let out at the feeling of his beard brushing against the soft skin of your face as you two move rhythmically in a kiss that leaves you dazed.

When Ross pulls back, your breaths mix as you pant out, lips so close together, noses brushing. He drops one last peck on your lips before saying, “Had to do it properly.”

Your mum’s footsteps echo through the hall as she dashes back downstairs with a new film pack in her camera, ready to snap away.

In the pictures you can clearly see your swollen wet lips, but no one comments on it when your mum lets you two see the results of the quick photoshoot she’s just thrown for the two of you. Heat rushes up to your face, just like Ross'. You almost wanna coo and pinch his cheeks at the sight of him flustered like that.

It’s fair to say you’re both incredibly smiley when you go back to the dining room to share hot chocolate and the cookies you had made earlier. You half regret not making the same ones you had made the year you had met Ross, but it’s all fine when Ross says, “Delicious as always, sweetheart.”

You wanna pounce on his lips when he finally goes back to calling you that again.

There’s no way you can stop your lips from falling into a pout when it’s time for Ross and his parents to go. You almost want to convince them to stay a bit longer but you already had and they’d stayed an additional hour than they’d planned.

Ross’ mum and dad hug you tightly, wishing you a merry Christmas and saying that they hope you like your present, as if you haven’t loved every single one they’ve ever given you throughout the years.

When it’s time for Ross to hug you, he makes it a show of almost crushing your bones as he does so. Swaying in your place, your parents laugh behind you as the two of you cling onto each other like you haven’t done in years.

Neither set of parents have it in them to tease or complain because they’ve missed witnessing it.

But perhaps, the biggest shock of all is that when Ross pulls back after wishing you a merry Christmas, he presses his lips on yours on a sweet chaste kiss that makes the four adults around you loudly gasp and, therefore, make you and Ross become flustered like a pair of kids caught holding hands in the playground.

And just like a kid, Ross peels himself away from you and quickly escapes back home with his parents following behind him, leaving you foolishly stunned and wide eyed.

When the front door finally closes, it is your mum saying, “Finally!” that makes you snap out of your trance.

The loopy smile stays on your face as you open presents, though.

Blindly, you pick up your phone when it rings on your bedside table the next morning. You don’t even read who it is as you answer it so your shock makes you open your eyes wide when you hear Ross’ voice on the other side of the line.

He says he’s been texting you to ask if you wanted to hang out, and truthfully you just wanna sleep in a little longer, but you also wanna have his presence.

Who says you couldn’t have both?

You let him know he can come over, whispering as you tell him to ring you when he’s outside because your house is quiet as your parents still sleep.

He surprises you when he says he’s already at your door.

With your eyes still heavy with sleep, you make it downstairs, still in your pyjamas, and when you open the door, you grab his hand to drag him upstairs and into your room.

There’s not even a chance for him to greet you with a hello when you get back in bed and lift the sheets on the empty side for him to get under them and join you.

Ross doesn’t take more than a few seconds to take off his shoes and shed himself off his coat, getting in your bed and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you into him and let you cuddle yourself into him.

You basically sleep until your stomach growls as you become hungrier the more you’ve been ignoring it most of the morning, pushing aside your basic human needs to stay a little longer in Ross’ arms.

He brings you the cookies that were left from yesterday in a little plate and a glass of water, at your request, whilst you go to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

When you come back into your room, you shove one cookie into your mouth before starting your gift show and tell.

A warmth spreads through the both of you as you show him the most mundane and unimpressive gifts you’ve gotten, except for the pretty little necklace his parents got you of course, but it makes you laugh how since the last time you had done this, your presents went from an iPod mini, books and pretty dresses, to a pair of fuzzy socks and a set of floral pattern baking utensils.

You finish getting ready after you show him your presents, and he watches your every move attentively from your bed, which he has made very quickly before throwing himself over it again.

He grabs a pillow and places it over his eyes when you go to lift up your pyjama shirt, it’s not like you haven’t changed in front of the other before, but it’s been so long that he feels the need to offer you privacy.

He hears you snort at him as you sort through your wardrobe for a shirt, a jumper and a pair of jeans. And he smiles into the pillow when you mumble, “Silly,” as you finish buttoning your jeans.

“You can look now,” you say as you finish putting your shirt on.

And Ross catches a glimpse of the skin of your stomach when he lowers the pillow back onto the mattress.

He shifts from his side to his front to hide the way you affect him. He would’ve put the pillow on his lap but it would’ve been too obvious. He hopes he has a second to adjust himself without you looking when you’re about to leave.

You offer him the biggest of smiles before turning to look at yourself in the mirror and fixing your hair, putting a bit of makeup on your face to look decent for when you go to exchange gifts with your friends at Matty’s house.

Ross is entirely entranced watching you through the mirror, he can’t stop thinking about how he’s always thought you were pretty. But somehow, with time, you’ve only grown more and more beautiful.

As if that was even possible.

You’re just unreal, truly. He can’t understand the mystery of you. And he doesn’t really need to, all he wishes to do is to witness it.

When you go downstairs, Ross follows behind a bit slower since he stayed hidden behind your door adjusting himself for a few seconds while you went ahead, you shout to your parents that you’ll be going to Ross’ and then Matty’s so you’d probably come back home after tea.

They say, “Alright, have fun!” back and you’re off.

But not before Ross catches your wrist before you can walk away from the bottom of the stairs.

You stumble into his chest and he swiftly cups your jaw, tilting your head in the perfect angle for him to lean in and catch your lips in a soft kiss that steals your breath away. It’s slow and delicate, like he’s taking in the way your lips slot perfectly together, trying to memorise how your mouths move with each other.

You’re speechless when he pulls back, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth before he points upwards, “Mistletoe.”

A scoff slips past your lips. “Didn’t know you were such a rule follower,” you tease. He’s so smooth it makes you want to scream.

He shrugs, “Depends on the rule.”

Despite the fact that you assure Ross’ mum that you’ve had breakfast—Ross snitches on you saying it was just cookies and a glass of water—, you’re fed a healthy amount of leftovers for breakfast the second you walk into the MacDonald’s home.

Only thirty minutes later, you’re upstairs in Ross’ room with a mug of hot chocolate as he shows off the gifts he got this year. Which, again, makes you laugh because it’s yet again more proof about the fact that you’re too old now and all you get is adult gifts.

You can’t help but snort when he shows off the beanie and scarf your parents got him, but ultimately admit he looks adorable all bundled up in the matching cotton set.

He wears the beanie proudly when you both walk up to Matty’s, while you have the scarf wrapped around your neck after you quickly snatched it from his room before leaving his house.

When you get to the Healy residence, it’s enough of a shock to see the two of you arriving at the same time. George is the one to ask with a frown if you had walked up there together and you nod with smiles on your faces.

Matty elbows Adam when he notices your accessories match.

The curly headed boy really tries his best to hide his curiosity but he can only last fifteen minutes into the catch up you’ve all fallen into before he asks, “Where’s your boyfriend?”

It’s a shock when you nonchalantly answer, “Oh, we broke up.”

And even more of a shock when you beam after the words leave your mouth.

Ross smiles just as big, proud of you for being so strong about that situation. No one really knows about it and it shows. Yes, you had been confiding in Matty about your struggles feeling extremely lonely in uni but you had never told him the reality about your boyfriend, knowing damn well how it looked that you got into that relationship because you were so desperate to feel something.

You had so much to tell everyone, but this wasn’t the time. Not yet.

The change in the dynamic between you and Ross is obvious, especially after consecutive years of clear, growing distance in between the two of you. But no one comments on it because they don’t want to disturb the return of a friendship that had been, from the very beginning, the core of the unity of your friend group. Even if the girls aren’t here celebrating with all of you anymore, Ross and you had been the ones to bring all of you together once upon a time, and it’s certainly refreshing for the boys to see that restored.

So when the New Year’s Eve party comes around, the group is a little more rowdy and you and Ross don’t stray far from each other’s side.

It might be because it feels like you’re all back in 2006 when you were still in high school and nothing had changed just yet, that Matty and George cause more and more ruckus. It’s certainly entertaining to watch but when George is stopped by a drunk Hann from doing a frontflip from the top of the stairs, and possibly breaking his bones, Ross pulls you outside for some peace and quiet as it’s really close to midnight.

The cold air makes you shiver and sobers you up a little, but god bless Ross MacDonald for offering you a cigarette then.

You place it between your lips and let him light it up, he struggles a bit with the strong wind but you help him by cupping your hands around the end of the stick.

Taking a long drag, you let the smoke in your lungs start to relax you and bring you the warmth you so desperately want right now.

The mess going on inside is still loud despite Ross closing the door, and suddenly, the memory of that 2006 New Year’s Eve night comes flashing back to the forefront of your mind.

“This is giving me some serious déjà vu,” you say as you hold in the smoke for a few seconds before letting it out upwards.

He knows exactly what you mean, he’s been thinking about it from the second you stepped foot in the house, but he still plays dumb, “Hmmm, really?”

You nod, taking a drag before saying, “Yeah. If I remember correctly, it was 2006 and we had come out to escape a very drunk Matty and George thrashing everything inside so we could have a calm countdown. We were sharing a fag, and the countdown started.”

As if rehearsed, you hear drunk voices loudly starting to countdown from ten inside the house.

Ten, nine, eight…

“And?” Ross pushes you to continue.

Biting your bottom lip, you try your best to hold back from smirking as you casually add, “And I said happy new year.”

He hums, “Not forgetting something?”

“Am I?” you play dumb, holding the cigarette between your fingers as you look at him.

Seven, six, five, four…

He turns to look at you, taking one little step towards you to invade your space, and nods, “I reckon, yeah.”

Your brows furrow and you cock your head to the side as you feign confusion.

“Mind refreshing my memory?”

You don’t have to tell him twice.

He pounces on your lips harshly, and it’s this time that desperation shines through the movement of his mouth on yours. His tongue doesn’t waste a second to slip past your parted lips and he groans when he tastes the tart tobacco on your tongue along with the vodka cranberry you’ve been having all night.

His trimmed beard itches your skin in a way that drives you mad and you can only think about how you would really like to get used to it. Your mind betrays you thinking about how it could feel brushing between your thighs, your arms swing around his neck and your fingers run up his scalp, making him moan into your mouth.

Three, two, one…

Your lungs burn with the lack of oxygen and you pull back, panting, but a smirk doesn’t fail to break on your face and you breathlessly quip, “Ah yes, I remember now.”

Your cheekiness has him groaning again before he dips back for another kiss, his arm wrapped so tightly around your waist that you’re pressed impossibly close to his front, you cling onto him just as passionately and let everything you’re feeling in the moment show through the way your mouth moves along with his.

Revelling in the taste of him, the feel of him.

The two of you tune out the loud drunk voices wishing each other a happy new year on the other side of the door.

“Happy New Year, sweetheart,” he says against your mouth when he pulls back slightly.

Your breaths mix, becoming one as you try to get back oxygen into your lungs. Your nails dig into his scalp, wishing for there to be a way for you to melt into him. You can think of a few ways you can even come close to becoming one with him.

Your pupils are blown when you open your eyes and look into his, “Happy New Year, Ross.”

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The pride that swells your chest every time Ross sends you a picture of a place he and the boys are touring is impossible to explain with words.

You burst into tears every time you talk about your talented boys travelling around the world after the hit their debut album had been. The scolding you got for missing a day of work to go up to Manchester and celebrate their first number one album was definitely worth it, for celebrating their talent and the success they deserved was one of the best fucking days of your life.

After a few months of touring, the boys have finally come back home for the holidays. The 17th of December they played their last gig of the tour in some festival in Virginia, and on the 18th they had come back to their shared flat in Manchester.

So you were up in Manchester too.

“Love, you need to dial it down on the speed,” you tell Ross when you come back into the kitchen after taking your stuff to Ross’ room.

The second you got to the flat, you had been greeted with loads of hugs and kisses from the boys and far too many stories for you to hear in one afternoon. Your bag had been left forgotten by the door where you dropped it when George came running to crush you in a hug that you welcomed gracefully, and then the rest of them followed.

Ross had been quite distracting with the amount of kisses he stole before the guys gagged enough times to have him leave you alone and then they took you to the settee where they sat you down and told you all about the tour.

But then Adam’s girlfriend came over and they went off on a date, George went out to meet his girlfriend at a restaurant, and Matty was off to his parent’s house to visit them and little Louis who had been missing him loads.

That was when Ross finally had you all to himself, and despite the fact that he was itching to get you in his room, he hadn’t been able to say no to baking cookies with you first.

The same cookies you had made him and his family the day he gave you the potatoes back on Christmas day 2002. It just felt right to choose that recipe in particular.

Ross frowns as he looks at the mixer quickly, maybe too quickly, mixing the sugar and butter together, “Why? It’ll be over faster and we can go to my room.”

The smirk on his face makes you chuckle, and you shake your head as you walk up to him. “Oh, you’re awfully confident,” you tut before wrapping your arms around his neck.

He wraps his arms around your waist and dips his head to kiss you but you pull back slightly, he raises his brows in question, “Thought you had missed me.”

“I did,” you assure, your eyes falling to his lips, but you pull back again when he dips down for a kiss once more. You love to tease him you’ve found ever since you got together at the beginning of the year, and so you do, “But I think you missed me more, didn’t you?”

With that voice of yours, it’s impossible for him to deny it. He fights a groan but lets his hands fall slowly down your waist and lower back to your ass and there, he squeezes harshly as he says, “I certainly did.”

You swallow a moan but the hunger in your eyes is clear and a mirror of his, but before you can get too carried away, you let your hands run down his chest and you pat it twice before demanding, “Okay, stop it. Let’s finish this first.”

“Alright, sweetheart,” he agrees easily.

Just because it’s you. It’s hard for him to be stubborn when it’s you.

When the cookies are in the oven, he tries to distract you with those kisses of his that leave you breathless and needy, but you really have to remind yourself of the danger it would entail if you let yourself fall into your boyfriend’s charms and leave the cookies to burn.

It’s only when all three batches of them are out and on the cooling rack, which Ross definitely bought just for the times you came around and wanted to bake, that you and Ross run off to his room and make up for the time you’ve spent apart.

That’s how most of the days that you’re back together go: either tangled in between the sheets, indulging in each other’s touch and letting the devotion you feel for the other translate in your bodies becoming one, or cuddling as you watch film after film—or rewatching the three seasons of Game of Thrones, which he’s certainly obsessed with, and you definitely tease him about how much you fancy Jon Snow as if he doesn’t resemble him.

You go Christmas shopping together but split for an hour in the middle of your afternoon to buy each other your gifts, coming back giggling as you hide your gifts from the other but definitely try to guess what you’ve got as you go back to the flat.

The best time is when you’re all getting ready to go back to Wilmslow, like a big happy family you take up every seat in Matty’s car and it’s a chaotic thirty minute drive that makes your heart swell inside your chest.

The afternoon of the 24th, it is starting to snow outside and you two are cosied up on the settee with a shitty American Christmas film playing in the background as you go through your pictures throughout the years.

“Ross, look at you!” you coo loudly when you find a polaroid of him with a birthday hat on which is dated June 6th 2003. “A baby!”

He grimaces at the look of his long hair, styled to the side of his forehead and brushed down and straight like a cow had licked it, “Ugh, that’s a mess.”

You scoff and chat back, “No, you were so cute,” before going back to pouting over the picture of him.

He hadn’t started growing proper facial hair yet and he looked like a baby after he had shaved the patchy beard he always got back then. Nostalgia hits you as you remember how cute you thought he was back then and you still do. Somehow, your crush on your boyfriend only gets stronger with time.

“‘Were’?” he questions you with a raise of his brows.

You want to laugh at him for sticking to that bit of your words but swallow it to tease, “Yeah, ‘were’.”

A screech leaves you when his fingers come to mercilessly tickle your sides and you thrash around the settee as he comes to hover over you and continue his attack.

It’s a mix of shrieks and cackles and begs for him to stop that fill the room and overpower the sound of Will Ferrell’s voice, the pictures have all spilled on the floor as you kicked your legs and waved your arms around helplessly.

“Baby, stop!” you beg again and this time he listens, leaning in to press a bunch of kisses all over your face before pulling back and helping you sit back up on the settee.

The two of you start gathering the pictures from the floor then and sorting them through the years. But it is then that you notice the gap in between years, when you had been so foolish to ruin things all because of your bitterness.

The sorrowful words leave you as you flip through the handful of pictures from 2006 and the clear difference with only the few from 2007 and then the lack of them from 2008 to 2011. “So many years with no pictures…”

Ross blames it on him though, “I was an idiot.”

But you won’t let him take the blame all on his own, “Oh babe, I was too.”

He smiles sadly at the pictures but when he looks at you, his smile grows wider, “We’ll make up for it.”

His hand brushes your hair behind your ears and you nod, agreeing, “Definitely,” before kissing the palm of his hand softly.

Your boyfriend’s face melts in adoration and his voice drops an octave as he speaks, “I’m never letting you go, you know that right?”

The stupidest smile tugs at the corners of your mouth then before you reply, “I wouldn’t dream of ever leaving.”

Carefully setting the pictures aside, he shuffles closer to you and kisses you soft and sweet. His lips move on your with the same intent that his fingers dig into your cheeks.

Your hands come over his, wanting to keep his touch there, for him to never stop holding you like this and he confirms that he’ll never even think of doing it when he pulls back and mumbles against your lips, “I love you so much, sweetheart.”

The fluttering in your belly and the electricity that buzzes through you never dwindles, no matter how many times you hear him say that.

Nothing’s been easier and felt more natural in your life than saying it back, “Love you so much more, babe.”

You love telling him how much you love him and you love even more seeing his cheeks tint pink when he hears you say it. He always struggles maintaining eye contact after you let it slip past your lips like he can’t help but become putty in your hands when you utter those three words to him.

And you can’t help but giggle at the effect you have on him.

He basically throws himself forward and hides his face in your neck, but he forgets his size and strength for he makes you tumble backwards and fall on the settee with him over you, stealing your breath away.

He doesn’t move when you groan about him crushing you, he only nuzzles in your neck more and you just let it happen. Having him on top of you is your favourite feeling in the world after all, so you just let him melt over you and you even bring your hands up to his head, scratching his head and massaging his scalp. He moans and groans, getting you all flustered in the process.

You can hear his breathing evening out and his heartbeat becoming more regular, so you know he’s about to fall asleep and you smile at the thought of falling asleep like this right now, but the front door opens and your parents walk back into the house with a handful of bags each.

“Did you buy everything mum?” you ask like you have every year since the potato fiasco in 2002.

“Yes,” she calls back with an annoyed sigh like every year.

But you keep taunting her, “Didn’t forget a thing?”

She indulges you as she sing-songs, “Not one.”

You hum, continuing to play with Ross’ hair, “How about the potatoes?”

Ross smirks at your taunting and shakes his head. But then your mum tiredly answers from the kitchen, “They’re here, who do you think I–...”

The trailing off has you and Ross holding your breaths, and then you hear your mum’s loud cursing, “Oh bollocks!”

And the two of you can’t stop the cackles that leave you.

Trying to speak in between laughter is hard and your mum can barely make out your words when you ask, “Did you forget the potatoes?”

“Yeah…”

Tears spill from your eyes as you continue to laugh, “You’ve got something against them I swear, woman.”

“Could you go get some, please?” your mum asks, seeing that there’s still some time left before the shops close down.

You sigh tiredly but actually give in, “Sure.”

Ross leans in and kisses your lips softly and, unfortunately, very briefly.

“Don’t worry. I got it,” he whispers against your mouth, a hint of cockiness in his tone that makes you smirk and play along to what he’s trying to do.

“Will you take some Christmas cookies in exchange for them?” your fingers continue playing with his hair, but you pout to try and play onto the pity you want him to take on you.

He hums like he’s thinking about it but he settles for something else, “Actually, I’ll take a kiss.”

“Just one?” you question with your brows raised.

He gasps like it’s a miracle you’re offering more than one, “Oh well, if you’re feeling generous.”

Your fingers trail down the sides of his face until you can rub circles on his cheeks with your thumbs, “Christmas is all about giving, isn’t it?”

The words echo inside his mind, and he smirks harder knowing what he’s meant to say, “I guess it is.”

A breathy chuckle leaves you, and he steals it by smashing your lips together. Every time he kisses you, you lose track of time and everything around you loses its meaning. You’re completely blinded by him, overcome by his existence, full of everything he has to give you.

Unfortunately, you can’t continue losing yourself in him for your mum shouts from the kitchen, “Oi! Go get the potatoes, you two!”

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A/N: This was actually so much fun to plot but a bit tricky to write, so I truly hope you enjoyed the final product!! Kinda wishing I wrote more holiday themed fics now, but I promise I'll try to bring more of them soon, as many as my heart can take lol. I'll take this opportunity to thank you for reading and sending in your reactions, for accompanying me through this crazy year. Love yous so much and I wish you all the happiest new year!!! MWAHHH xxxx

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