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Most of all, I love… || Alessia Russo x pregnant!reader

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Warning Pregnancy

Summary the memories made from the chaos of your baby shower

-> Part of A new adventure universe

It was going to be an emotional day, you knew that - it’s the main reason why you wore your waterproof mascara.

Today, Lotte and Emily were throwing you and Alessia a baby shower.

It was going to be small and intimate with close family and friends only.

A few Arsenal and England girls were going to be there along with both sets of parents and a few other relatives.

You’d both chosen Lotte and Emily to organise it. Lotte because you’d known her since you were 13/14 and Emily because you’d spent most of your days at college with her.

You were so happy when they agreed to take on the role of organising it but you were shocked when you realised how serious they were taking it.

They were planning it in such detail that they couldn’t been professional party planners.

You and Alessia let them be though, having enough trust in them to do it just how you’d want it.

You were expecting it to be a long day but what you weren’t expecting was to be woken up by a loud knock on the door.

“What the…” alessia had mumbled as she lifted herself out of bed, looking outside the window to be met with Emily and Lotte, bags filled to the brim with decorations in their hands. With a frustrated sigh, Alessia opened the window, getting ready to speak her mind but before she could shout at the pair, you cut her off.

“-Lessi, be nice to them, they’re doing us a favour remember.” You told her, Alessia rolling her eyes but agreeing nonetheless.

“Fine. I’ll go let them in. I’m coming back to bed though. I want cuddles with my two girls.”

Although Alessia was still angry at the pair of defenders, she pushed her anger to the side when she walked down the stairs.

Emily and Lotte insisted that the decorations were a surprise.

So, the whole of the morning, you and Alessia were imprisoned upstairs, being told that the whole baby shower would be ruined if either one of you took a look at the decor.

But it was worth it when you took the final step to downstairs.

There was an arch of balloons by the back door, loose balloons littering the floor, a banner with wooden letters spelling baby Russo on the wall.

Your heart swelled as you looked around.

“It’s perfect.” You whispered to no one in particular, your eyes welling with tears.

There’s one strike for hormones today already.

“Do you like it?” Lotte asked, your reaction clearly being unreadable.

“I love it. Thank you so much, you two.” You said, wiping your tears before hugging the two defenders.

Alessia followed after, hugging and thanking them before returning back to your side.

Her hand made its way around your waist, her fingertips brushing your bump gently.

“She’s kicking away. She’s clearly happy with it too.” You said with a big smile, moving Alessia’s hand to where your daughter was kicking.

“Strong kicking. You’re gonna be a striker like your mummy.” Alessia whispered, but as soon as the word striker was mentioned the kicking stopped.

“No, she’s gonna be a defender like her auntie Lotte and auntie Emily.” Lotte cooed, also resting her hand on your bump.

“She’s gonna love me more so she’ll be a striker.” Alessia fired back

“Who said she’ll love you more? She’s going to love her auntie Lotte more.”

“Lotte! She’s my daughter, she’s clearly going to love me more.” Alessia told Lotte, you being stuck in the middle of the two of them.

“No that’s—” Lotte went to respond but was cut off to a knock on the door.

Emily left to go and open the door and Lotte wondered off to the kitchen for something, leave just you and Alessia.

“Cheer up. Get that frown off your face. Of course bubba’s going to love you more.” You said, pressing a kiss to Alessia’s cheek which soon wiped the frown off her face.

Beth was the first one to come into the lounge, enveloping you and Alessia in a hug before pushing a massive gift bag your way.

Then came Steph, doing the exact same thing but instead of a gift bag, it was a hamper.

Leah walked in, greeting bubba before you which you took massive offence to but your thoughts quickly changed when Leah handed you a gigantic tub of peanut butter - which just so happened to be your latest craving.

“Can’t have mama go without anything.” Leah explained, hugging you again before bending down to be level with your bump. “Don’t worry, bubba, I’ve got something for you too.”

“Thank you, le.” You said, bringing her in for a third hug before letting her hug Alessia.

A few more Arsenal girls came before the Manchester girls arrived.

Tooney’s voice filled the room followed by Millie T’s boisterous laugh.

“Something funny?” You joked, clearly one of the two making a joke before entering the house.

“There she is, my bestie.” Ella shouted.

Alessia stood behind you, her arms out waiting for Ella to hug her but before Ella could even get to Alessia, she was crouched in front of you, her hand on your bump.

Millie crouched down next to her, greeting you both quickly before wondering off into the living room.

“My daughter’s taken my best friends too?” Alessia asked, her jaw wide open not believing what was happening.

“Everyone just loves her, it’s cute.” You told her, rubbing her back gently.

“I know.” Alessia mumbled, a pout on her lips.

“Wipe that pout off.” You joked, your thumb wiping her upper lip, attempting to make her smile.

“A kiss would wipe it off.” Alessia suggested with a smirk.

“One kiss. That’s it, we’ve got to go and get the party started.” You told her, alessia nodding excitedly like she’d never kissed you before.

You placed your lips on hers and as you went to pull away, Alessia pulled you back in, her hands having a firm grip on your hips.

You pushed down a moan that threatened to escape past your lips once Alessia’s tongue explored your mouth.

“Less… our friends.” You mumbled, somehow managing to pull away.

“They’ll be fine for a minute.” Alessia shrugged, reconnecting your lips in yet another hungry kiss. “You just look so perfect with your bump.”

You both got carried away, completely forgetting your surrounding when you heard someone clear their throat.

“Interrupting something are we?” Luca teased, winking as you and Alessia pulled away, your faces burning bright red.

“Just…” Alessia began, trying to come up with an excuse but failing miserably.

“Just making out whilst all your friends and family are waiting?” Luca suggested, clearly trying to tease the two of you.

“Yes.” Alessia reluctantly agreed, nodding her head.

“You can do that later. Now come on, we’re waiting to start the games.”

“Games?” You questioned, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Did Lotte and Em not tell you? They’ve planned out some games.” Luca explained, you and Alessia shaking your heads at the new found news. “Classic baby shower games, quite boring if you ask me. I’m only here for the food.”

“Of course you are.” Alessia tutted, shaking her head.

“I’m gonna go, but I trust you two not to continue what you were doing.”

“No promises.”

Luca soon left which left you and Alessia by yourselves.

“You, do not let your competitive side come out, okay? It’s just some fun.” You warned her, knowing how competitive and cocky she got.

“Fine.”

The games went smoothly, Alessia actually listening and not taking them competitively.

Kyra ended up winning the first game, followed by Katie winning the second.

It was then time to open gifts.

The table which was designated for presents was filled to the brim, gift upon gift stacked on top of each other.

You couldn’t help but well up at the care and love that surrounded you.

Another strike for hormones.

One by one, you and Alessia were handed present after present.

Steph had bought the softest blanket ever, Leah bought a stuffed gunnersaurus and made you promise to make it bubba’s favourite teddy.

After half an hour, there were two presents left.

You opened one and inside was a gorgeous hamper full of everything you could possibly need - nappies, wipes, a small stuffed giraffe, bibs, a small hat, a newborn outfit with animals on, just everything.

“I didn’t know whether you’d like the outfit or not so I kept the receipt just in case.” Lia spoke up, revealing who the hamper was from.

“Lia… it’s gorgeous - the whole thing. Thank you so much.” You told her, hugging her tightly.

“This is amazing, Lia, thank you.” Alessia said, also hugging her.

You both sat back down, Alessia’s hand automatically resting on your bump.

She grabbed the final present which had been wrapped neatly with a bow on top.

“This is joint present from foxy and me.” Lotte told you and Alessia, a smile on her face.

Alessia matched her smile out of excitement, quickly unwrapping it.

As soon as she laid eyes on the gift itself, her smile dropped.

“What the fuck is this?” Alessia exclaimed, lifting the baby grow so you could see it.

It was a cream coloured baby grow with the words Most of all… I love my aunties.

“You are not starting this again, you two.” You told Lotte and Alessia, pointing at the two of them.

“It’s a joke. That’s not the actual present. Foxy!”

On queue, Emily walked into the room with a wrapped box.

You and Alessia looked at each other, both of you confused as to what it could be.

You opened it at the same time, revealing the car seat the two of you desperately wanted.

“Oh my god…” you whispered, not knowing what to do. “That explains why you asked if we’d spotted a car seat yet.”

“Please say it’s the right one. We walked in and there were so many but I’m sure you said this one.” Emily explained as you nodded.

“It’s the one. Thank you em, thank you Lotte.” Alessia said, hugging them.

You clung onto the both of them as you thanked them, feeling immensely grateful.

“You two are the best aunties.” You told them

“We know.” Emily smirked, high fiving Lotte.

The rest of the afternoon sped by and before you knew it, everyone had left.

You and Alessia stood in the door of your living room, eyeing the massive pile of gifts.

“Do we even have space to put everything?” You asked

“I don’t think so.”

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Not beta read. All spelling errors are mine. On AO3.

When Two Halves Split

You and Emily walked into your shared high rise DuPont Circle apartment after landing back in Quantico about 50 minutes ago with used go-bags that got dropped unceremoniously by the front door. You were tired, sore, embarrassed, and still felt dirty. You could sense Emily was tense, with worry still etched in every line of her face.

You hadn’t meant to be so careless but over the past year, since Emily had become Unit Section Chief, it had been sinisterly creeping up on you. It started with little things like volunteering for more physical roles along the likes of Morgan and Alvez. Your strength had never been an issue. Then it graduated to losing your cool with the local police force much easier than your normally calm and collected temperament usually allowed. Within the past six months it had escalated to charging into potentially dangerous buildings without waiting for backup or clearing scenes. It had gotten to the point that even Rossi, your more physically and emotionally reckless boss, had to pull you aside a few times.

“Can I run you a shower, love?” The low timbre of Emily’s voice rolled through your body, causing you to snap out of your reverie.

Without looking to her, you shook your head while making your way to the kitchen for a glass of wine. You poured two glasses but leaned against the counter, facing Emily, taking a few sips before walking to your wife and handing her the other glass. She accepted it, took a small sip, and continued to study you.

“Thank you,” she murmured, holding the glass with two hands and allowing her fingers to tap along the side. “Just let me help you wash your hair. There’s still a but of dirt in your hair.” You let her run a cool hand through your loose auburn curls, proving her point as a small clump fell to your shoulder.

Dirt. The dirt was everywhere but that’s what happens when an unsub attempts to bury you alive and then when you struggle, shoots the disturbed earth, grazing the side of your deltoid. It still stung. Thankfully it only needed a few stitches. Just another scar for the book, you had thought as Alvez’s hands dug you out of the earth. JJ had called Emily right away, as she always did when you inevitably made a shit choice, and your wife arrived halfway across the country in record time.

You sighed, giving in and knowing she was right with a small forced smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Emily let her hand carefully run from your hair, over your good shoulder, down your arms until she found your hand, and fingers interlaced. She led you across the stylish yet homey apartment to the en-suite master bathroom. She sipped her wine as she turned on the tap and her fingers tested the temperature. You stood there awkwardly, watching her as she bent over to test it again.

“Do you need help, hmm?” Emily asked, setting down her now empty glass and turning to you. She made no move until you answered.

“Please?” You answered, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly needy and small.

Emily hummed quietly in response as she took your glass and started to delicately unbuttoned your shirt. You looked down, watching her recently picked at fingers remove layer by filthy layer. You instantly felt a pang of guilt at the sight of her pale, long digits. They looked fresh and not filled scabbed over and knew you were the cause. You sighed again and closed your eyes to avoid seeing the damage you caused.

Before you knew it, you were both under the spray of hot water. The bathroom lights were dimmed, a few candles lit along the windowsill, and Emily had secured a waterproof bandage over your stitched up muscle. Her hands were dotingly massaging your scalp with your favorite peony scented shampoo. Your hands clung tightly to her shapely waist, letting her care for you.

You had missed her physical presence of this last case, as well as the past four others. You missed sharing a hotel room for as many hours as the team could spare before getting up to do it all over again. JJ had offered to share a room while you but you had declined politely each time.

“Y/n?” Emily questioned softly, the inflection sounding like it wasn’t the first time she had quietly called your name. “Sweet girl?” Her fingers so gently lifted your chin up so your eyes met.

“Yes? I’m sorry… I was just…” you let your explanation trail off. She already knew.

“Sit for me?” Her fingers were carding through your clean, wet hair, coaxing you into the present.

“I think I’m done.”

“Y/n, please humor me.”

“Emily, I just want to…”

“Sit.”

The assertive tone in her voice sent a shiver down your spine, your body knowing what it meant. You looked up at her, immediately searching her face for any type of annoyance, and finding none. Knowing it was a 50/50 shot, your subconscious chose defiance as you set your jaw. She raised a greying eyebrow, a silent warning. You knew she always made good on punishments regarding your bratty behavior.

You stifled a huff, never broke eye contact, and slowly took your time sitting down in the tub, which you didn’t realize was now half full of steaming water. You had no idea why you were challenging her over the most minuscule things, especially when she was only trying to help. Trying your wife at this juncture was in no way an intelligent choice. Saying nothing, Emily held your gaze for a few moments more than necessary while standing tall above you then sat behind you, pulling you to her bare chest.

Over the course of ten minutes you sink into her embrace, melting your body into hers, as she gently kisses under your ear and partially down your neck. The kisses aren’t insistent or pushy. They’re soothing and full of affection. Unexpectedly, your eyes start to burn and fill with scorching tears of embarrassment and confusion. She shushes you tenderly as you turn your head to the side, visualizing her out of one blurry eye. She brings a hand up and rests it above a breast, anchoring your body to hers. She kisses along your cheekbone up to the corner of your eye as angry tears finally give way.

“Oh, my sweet love,” Emily murmurs with a quiet devotion.

Emily doesn’t attempt to dispel your tears. She doesn’t downplay or ignore them. She also doesn’t try to rationalize them. You lean your face into the crook of her warm neck as you close your eyes, trying to assuage your emotions. Emily gently runs her free hand over your good arm patiently.

“I don’t know why.” You say softly once your breathing has evened out.

“Why what, love?”

“Why I’m so… so reckless. So stupid. It’s just gotten worse and… thoughtless. Impetuous. That’s not who I am but…” You shake your head roughly, pulling yourself from the mold your body has made against her. She lets you.

“Hmmm…” Emily just hums, leaning her head against the edge of the deep clawfoot tub but keeping eye contact with you.

“I don’t want anything dangerous to happen to me but it almost always does because I’m so… untethered.”

“And why is that, do you think?”

You turn in the tub to face Emily, your legs finding their way around her hips and behind her back. She pulls you into her lap, hands on your waist. The dim flickers of the candle throw dancing shadows across her face. You try not to look to closely at her ever deepening worry lines, some which you know for a fact you have caused. You run a thumb tenderly back and forth along the fine crows feet lines that extend from the corner of her eyes like a burst of sunlight. She smiles, dimples popping, at your loving gesture.

“It hasn’t been the same for a while.”

“Since I’ve become Section Chief?” she ventures.

You think on it for a moment. “Actually, yes.” You looked at her questioningly but she doesn’t elaborate, just studies you carefully. “I know you’re only a phone call away and in most cases you and Garcia are a reliable, steady stream through our ear pieces but…” You pause. “It’s not the same.”

Emily nods encouragingly, her brows furrowing slightly as your thumb slows to a stop. She thinks she knows where you’re going with this because it’s something that she’s keenly aware of on her end.

“I miss your presence,” you continue. “Your physical presence. We used to be paired together so often when you were a field agent… but this is by no means your fault.” You added the last part quickly. “I just feel a bit…”

“Unstable.” Emily finishes the sentence knowingly, chewing on the inside of her cheek and letting her dark eyes drift to the ceiling.

“Mmhmm”, you hum in acquiescence. “I don’t want you to feel bad or guilty or like you caused this because in no means-“ You cup your hands around both cheeks, gently tilting her head down to meet your eyes. “-your fault in the least. I need you to understand that. I feel so silly for acting out subconsciously like a petulant teenager whose frontal lobe isn’t fully formed. At least they have an excuse.”

Emily is silent for a moment, as if she’s not sure she should say what she’s thinking. You don’t push but instead run you thumbs delicately over her high and sharp bone structure. Without realizing it, your eyes have dropped to her lips while you lick yours in anticipation of her voice. She notices right off the bat and smiles sweetly, leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss on your lips as you sigh.

“I’ve asked JJ to watch over you more but that doesn’t appeared to have helped much,” Emily finally says.

“And I’ve asked Garcia about you…”

At this you both share a quiet laugh. Everything about this woman is addicting. Her lips, her eyes, her laugh…

“I can’t have you hurting yourself because you miss me though, Y/n. It’s not fair to either of us or the team. Can you honestly say you can get this under control?”

You sigh again, sliding down her body just a touch so you’re able to rest your head on her chest, right under her chin. She extends her neck back a bit, giving you more room to get comfortable. You run your pruned fingers down her strong, lightly muscled arm, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth.

“It’s never on purpose. Like I don’t plan to go into the field and fuck around and find out with an unsub. It’s hard to control my environment and without a doubt count on the rest of the team like I did with you. I never thought I would become this needy, clingy partner. I had always despised and even looked down on it… but feeling your warm skin on mine, your strong heartbeat in my ear…” You take a shaky breath, your eyes starting to burn again. Nothing you’re saying feels like it’s making the least bit of sense. “It is the epitome of everything. You’re everything. I was spoiled to work with you as much as I did and I need to realize it can’t always be like that. I have to-“ You scrunch up your nose. “-share you.”

You feel Emily stifle a small giggle underneath you and rub her own pruned fingers along your spine and over your hips. She was waiting for an answer.

“I’ll… I’ll talk to Employee Health, I suppose but I feel like I would be able to work through it on my own.”

The second the sentence slipped from your mouth your light eyes met her dark ones, assessing and reassessing. “We can try whatever you want to, my love. I’ve been considering making my presence more known in the field as well. I didn’t realize how much I would miss it. And miss you too.”

The two of you relaxed in the expensive bath for a few more minutes before drying off, redressing with Emily checking your injury, and wandered into the bedroom. Once the both of you were settled and cuddling in bed, your head once again on Emily’s chest and your injured shoulder facing the ceiling, your eyes drift slowly closed.

“We still have yet to talk about that little defiant stunt in the bathroom…” Emily’s low voice broke the comfortable silence with a tinge of playfulness.

‘Oh no…’, you thought

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i thought it was waterproof

tags/ warnings: games designer! jungkook, non-idol au, established relationship, smut in the forms of: outdoor stuff!!! by the pool!!!, fingering, boob man jungkook

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You had to hand it to Jungkook, the entire vacation had been more than you could ever dream of. And the day you found out the Airbnb had a pool; you’d asked him every single morning if the both of you had enough time in his meticulously planned schedule for a day by the pool in the back garden.

Jungkook could do lengths while you sunbathed, catching up on a book you’d had on hold for months now. Skin sun kissed warm, sunscreen tacky. Jungkook’s skin glistened with water each time his head rose out of the water for air, hair clinging to his forehead. Which he pushes out of his face, seemingly unaware of how utterly good he looked while doing so. Whatever higher being that sits there crafting every soul taking that little bit longer on forming Jungkook and his entire being.

“Jungkook” you call out his name when he takes a break, arms braced on the edge of the pool after another set of laps.

He perks up, eyes a little wide at the sound of his name as he pushes himself towards the side of the pool you’re on.

“Hmm?” he hums.

“Don’t you want this?” you ask him, pulling that dreaded little box from your bag beside your chair.

Jungkook’s eyes are impossibly wide, heart clawing its way up his throat at the sight of the ring box in your hands. He doesn’t think so many words have rattled about in his mind at once. So many questions dying out on his tongue.

Because if he asked if you’d looked inside, then surely, you’d figure out that it wasn’t really his smart watch. That he’d lied on a whim because he couldn’t tell you what was really inside because that would ruin the surprise. He swallows, eyes trained on the box before he’s glancing up at you.

“Oh um…” he starts, fingers tapping against the edge of the pool, water rippling around his body, “I don’t think it’s waterproof”

Silence stretches between the both of you for a moment, “I could have sworn it was…” your eyes narrow.

Jungkook shakes his head, arms flexing as he pushes himself out of the pool.

“Definitely not” he shakes his head, droplets of water cooling your legs, your boyfriend similar to that of a wet dog as he tries to dry himself off.

“I thought you got the waterproof one because you wanted to track your swimming, but they closed the pool down”

You tilt your head to look up at him as he slinks towards you, his knee pressing onto the sun lounger beside your leg.

“Have I told you how pretty you look today?” he murmurs, hand running up the length of your leg, gentle as he teases over the waist band of your bikini. Other hand pulling the small box from between your fingers, slipping it in the back pocket of his swim shorts.

“Yeah” you whisper, “when you fucked me in the shower. After breakfast too actually, and then when I made you coffee”

He hums, back bending so he can lean down and press a kiss to your bare shoulder. He’s ever so gentle, lips skimming across your warm skin, pressing that little bit harder when he gets to your collarbones. You feel his teeth nip at your skin, tongue pressing over the same place before he’s sucking. Evidence of his love blossoms under your skin, that slight twinge of pain slipping down your body and straight to your cunt as the visual mark he leaves behind as he travels further down your body.

You feel his fingers slip under the strap of the bikini, tugging it down your shoulders. His hands glide over your back to tug at the string that holds the top up, pulling the piece of fabric off you.

He groans, impatient as his hand grabs onto one of your boobs, fingers digging into the flesh as he cranes his neck down so his lips can wrap around your nipple. You feel his teeth graze over the sensitive skin, pussy clenching at the thrum of pleasure that ebbs throughout your body as he worships your body.

“So pretty” he murmurs, lips barely pulled away from you as he kisses over your chest, thumb brushing over one of your nipples, teeth nipping at your skin, utterly obsessed with the mere existence of you.

“Love you so much”

You hum, laugh catching in the back of your throat, moan slipping off your tongue when he really does sink his teeth into the meat of your chest.

“Shit—Jungkook” you whine, fingers tangling into his hair as he pressed his face further into your chest, hands running down the sides of your body.

You don’t miss the rouge hand that teases at your bikini bottom, dipping below the waist band. His fingers tease over your clit, your hips bucking upwards at the sudden rush of pleasure.

“God I love you so much” he presses another kiss against your chest as his fingers dip into your cunt. You clench around the intrusion, breathy laugh falling past Jungkook’s lips, tickling your skin as he gently thrusts his finger into you.

Another hickey blooms over your chest, his tongue laving over the mark.

You start rutting your hips up onto his fingers, palm of his hand pressing against your clit in the most delicious way as you chase your own high.

Your book slips off the chain, dull thump drowned out by the sound of Jungkook’s name slipping off your tongue like a mantra. His fingers slip out of you, slicked up in your own arousal and he thrums over your clit, sending you reeling further towards your orgasm.

You can feel your stomach tighten, fingers digging into the meat of his arms as your back arches, another wave of slick leaking out of you with each tingly wonderful sort of pleasure that has you seeing stars.

“Gonna cum for me pretty?” he urges, fingers tapping over wet pussy. Thumb falling back over your clit to pull you closer to where he wants you, teetering on the edge.

“Mmhmm” you nod, mouth falling open in a silent moan, hips frantic as you chase your own selfish pleasure.

“Cum for me then” he murmurs, lips wrapping around your nipple, teeth grazing over it, unbridled, raw, pleasure shoots straight to your pussy, enough to send you headfirst into your orgasm.

You blubber his name, hands still holding onto him like he were your only life line.

He fingers slow over your clit, teasing as they dip back into your cunt before pulling out so he can smear your own slick and cum over your folds, final sparks of pleasure ebbing throughout your body as you slowly come down from your high.

“So good for me, my pretty girl” his lips brush against the side of your neck, “Always so good for me”

Your chest stutters as you try and catch your breath, “You’re insatiable, you know that?” you mumble, hand wrapping around his wrist that’s still down pressed over your pussy.

“I know” he hums, finally pulling his hand away, fingers coated with your arousal. The both of you watch as it slips down his wrist, Jungkook completely unabashed as his tongue licks his hand clean of your cum.

You groan, turning onto your stomach so you don’t have to watch him.

“Baby” he hums, hand grabbing the meat of your ass, “Let me eat you out… you taste so good”

You pick your book up from off the floor, “Do whatever, just let me finish this chapter”

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 60)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (52) / Alexia Putellas x Character (20) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (10)

Masterlist (other parts here)

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YFN POV

“Was that Alexia?” Lucy asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” YFN murmured, just as shocked.

“Calling you?”

She met Lucy’s green eyes – the ones that made the butterflies in her tummy do somersaults. “Don’t be jealous, Luce.” She teased, knowing full well that she wasn’t.

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Is she okay?” She asked as she bent in front of the bed and patted YFN’s thigh. “Up you get, little one.”

YFN shuffled to the edge of the bed and pressed herself against Lucy’s strong back, wrapping her arm around her front and her good leg around her waist while the other stayed straight in her brace. Lucy stood and walked them to the bathroom. They had gotten used to getting around the house in all different ways, Lucy insisting on helping her everywhere.

YFN put her nose to the back of Lucy’s hair and breathed in her smell. She always smelled extra sweet after she’d just woken.

“She wants to talk… and also said Barca wants an update call with you two…” she murmured as she planted a soft, lingering kiss to the back of her neck in appreciation.

Lucy hummed happily. “Thank you for that.”

She placed her down gently on the sink in the bathroom and pulled the high stool to rest her leg on. At this point, they were a well-oiled operation.

“She’s coming over?”

“Yeah, I thought it’ll be good for her. I told her I’m interviewing you today and suggested that we can talk after it, but she said she wants to come and watch and be interviewed as well.”

“It does make sense doing hers soon as we won’t know when she’s headed back…” Lucy agreed as she removed her sling, and her shirt. The cool air of the bathroom hardened YFN’s nipples immediately and Lucy gave a smirk as she ducked down to kiss them. “Hello, friends.”

“You’re a child.”

“I hope not, otherwise we’ve got a real problem on our hands.”

YFN scoffed as Lucy put waterproof coverings over her collarbone bandage, and her arm cast. “You’re the cougar here.”

“It’s okay, mummy’s here.”

“Oh god, Luce.”

Lucy chuckled at her own joke as she usually did and finished taping the top of the soft plastic around her arm cast. She put a hand on the sink either side of her and leant it. “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy hearing me say that.”

YFN bit her lip instead of responding and Lucy leant in, her lips brushing over her bruising, her dimples, her lips. YFN gave a soft, agreeing sigh as she leant into her, but Lucy had already retreated teasingly with a smirk. She gave her a soft peck on the forehead before moving her attention down to wiggle the sleeping shorts and underwear from YFN. It was embarrassing for her; having to be looked after, though Lucy was so kind, so patient, and never made fun of her for it.

She was now naked sitting on the sink and trying to keep her arm still as if the sling were still on, all the while watching Lucy and blushing. The footballer was getting a large black bin bag that they’d been using to cover her knee brace while she showered which she was also ashamed to admit she was embarrassed at.

Lucy looked up at her, perhaps because of her silence, and saw her red cheeks. “Oh, little one. No need to be embarrassed, okay? It’s just me.”

She put the bag down and came close again, peppering little kisses onto her cheek. “I can’t help it. I wish I could…”

“Here…” Lucy stepped back and YFN watched as she stripped herself naked, putting their clothes into the laundry basket. She put her arms out and gave a little wiggle that made YFN laugh. “Now we’re even.”

“I think it’s less about the nakedness and more about the bin bag. But I do appreciate the view…”

Lucy winked as she came close again. “Little one, you could be in a crowd of people all dressed up in their little suits and dresses, and even wearing nothing but a bin bag, you’d still be the most beautiful.” She leant down and kissed her gently, pausing only to murmur against her lips. “And you’d be the only thing I’d see.”

They kissed slowly, loving; their tongues meeting briefly before a cold shiver from YFN had Lucy pulling away and sliding the bin bag over her leg. “Come on, we need to get you warm.”

“I still can’t handle this.”

“Calm down Bree, you’re acting like a fan,” Emily teased.

“But we are fans,” Bridget insisted as they looked out the large glass doors of the living room to where Lucy and Alexia were sitting together outside on a video call to Barcelona management. As if she knew they were talking about her, Lucy looked over and lifted her sunglasses up to flash her a wink. YFN returned a knowing smile from her position at the dining table; her work spread out in front of her.

“You’ve met Lucy before-” YFN started.

“-briefly!” Bridget interjected.

“And they’re both lovely.”

“And apparently Alexia is single too…” Emily muttered as if day-dreaming.

“Right here, Em.” Bridget groaned.

“Alright you two, less gawking and more prepping.”

Bridget and Emily had arrived shortly before Alexia and almost had a heart attack. It had apparently been bad enough for them to prepare themselves for filming an interview with Lucy, let alone la Reina herself.

YFN let them finish setting up their camera and the backdrop against the wall of the living room for the interview photos. YFN went through a few more questions she had to ask Alexia, as her interview had been a last-minute addition. When she arrived, she’d agreed to do it in English and so YFN made a note to use clear speech and simple wording. She was going to ask if she wanted Ridley there for translations, but she had chosen not to mention her just yet. She was always just a phone call away, and they could always edit it anyways.

Alexia came back inside from the video call first and YFN watched as Emily nervously directed her through how to stand and sit for her photos. A grey figure appeared suddenly next to her and she jumped, wincing at her collarbone as Chiquito rubbed his cheek against her jaw for attention.

“Hey little man,” she greeted with a kiss on the cheek. “Missing mum?”

That had been a surprise to YFN, when Alexia had arrived with Chiquito. She knew how much he meant to Ridley.

His attention turned to watch Alexia posing politely for photographs while YFN started to work again… until her phone rang. Reading a line, she picked it up without checking to see who it was.

“Hello, YFN speaking.”

“Hey YFN, it’s Leah…”

“Oh! Hey mate, how are you?”

“Yeah good, good.”

“How’s the training coming along?”

“Yeah, really good. Not fully back training just yet, I will be soon.”

“But you’re running again?!”

“It feels great to be fair. Really good being around the girls again too. I’m sick of not being able to play.” She sounded a little frustrated which was completely understandable. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. Here I am complaining about me while you’re stuck as home all bandaged up.”

YFN chuckled as Lucy now approached her and wrapped her arms around her from behind. “It’s okay, Leah. It means more time with Lucy which is never enough. She’s been really amazing the way she’s looked after me. I feel like a newborn.”

“Remember that I can help out too…”

“I will and I appreciate the offer. Now, what can I do for you? Are you just checking up or…?”

“I… look I’ll be honest, I want to talk to you about Jordan. We’re meeting up tomorrow night and you’re good to talk to about these things. Are you busy today?”

Lucy nuzzled into her hair while YFN looked around. “Uh… yeah kind of. I’m doing interviews for Lucy and Alexia today so we’re just at Lucy’s place-”

“-our place,” Lucy interjected too quiet for Leah to hear.

“Our place,” she corrected. “With two girls from Lumos to do some filming. Are you not training today?”

“No, not today. Physio today. The girls are training hard for the game tomorrow.”

“Ah… well I can let you know when I’m free after if you want? Lucy is taking Alexia to a boxing class later on.”

“I mean, I could just come over now if that’s okay? I’ll bring you all some lunch if you want.”

She felt Lucy nodding eagerly against the back of her head and she chuckled. “That would be amazing, thanks! A bit of this has been last minute, so we haven’t actually organised lunch yet.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in half an hour.”

They hung up and Lucy’s lips found her cheek. “I fell in love with a real problem-solver, didn’t I?”

Lucy took her photos, grinning in some, almost smouldering in others and YFN had to work hard to pay attention to what she was doing.

“So just talk normally, like we’re having a usual conversation. Any time you want to pause, we can. Any time you need to find an answer first, we’ll edit those parts out. And if you need a translation, I can organise that too.”

“Ridley?” Alexia asked.

YFN nodded hesitantly. “Is that okay?”

She nodded in agreement as something crossed behind her eyes. YFN put a hand on her arm to bring her back. “We’ll talk after the interviews, okay?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Okay.”

“I’m done,” Lucy said, joining them at the table. “Who’s going first?”

“Alexia first and then you, but I’m more than happy for you to get involved from off camera in each other’s interviews. It’ll make it feel a bit more normal and relaxed.”

“Oh, I can do that,” she grinned.

Bridget and Emily finished packing their camera away and joined them; YFN using the opportunity to discuss with them all the plan and what she expected. All five of them spoke a little more until it was time to begin the interview and they moved to the couch.

“Up you come, little one.” Lucy murmured as she picked her up and carried her to the couch. She blushed at a few looks she received but she wasn’t embarrassed. Lucy settled her down into a comfortable position on the couch, making sure her water was close by, and her notes, as Alexia settled down facing her with one leg folded up. She looked comfortable, though a little nervous which YFN was confident would disappear after a few minutes.

And it did. Alexia relaxed into the interview and YFN with it, as she was just as new to the concept as the footballer. They started off with football, mentioning YFN’s own current disabilities and Alexia able to show that comforting side of her. Lucy hopped in with a few cheeky comments of course, though stayed silent as the conversation moved a little bit more serious as they spoke about her family. Her English was easily understandable, even when she was struggling a little emotionally talking about her dad. As if he knew, Chiquito jumped up onto her lap and settled there as if he were Alexia’s pet. She paused to see if she should put him down, but YFN just smiled and segued the conversation back into the fun. Into the side of the footballer that people didn’t usually hear about like her hobbies, holiday destinations, personal quirks etc.

Leah arrived towards the end of the interview and could do nothing to avoid the camera as she came in with apologies. She pulled the sunglasses up to hold back her hair and leant over the couch to greet Alexia and YFN with a kiss on the cheek.

“Sorry! Sorry, I’ll move.” She apologised as she put the few bags of food that she was carrying, off camera.

YFN loved it, though. It felt relaxed, and real. She knew it’d be something she’d keep in the interview. People rarely saw players like Alexia and Leah interact.

The interview took about thirty minutes in total, and then they stopped for a lunch break with the food Leah had brought them.

“Did you get this from that café around the corner?” Lucy asked as she sucked some sauce from her thumb.

“Yeah it had some good reviews, so I thought I’d try it. You’ve been there?”

“One of my favourites.” She said as if not wanting to waste time talking when she could be eating.

“Are you all sorted for tomorrow?” Leah asked YFN.

“Oh, yes. I organised a lot of it from the hospital, and so everybody’s prepped for the games on Sunday… tomorrow.”

“Where are you two going to be?” Leah asked Bridget and Emily who were watching the conversation like a tennis match, almost too nervous to speak.

“We’re doing the Gunners, Hammers game at Meadow Park,” Emily said with a smile.

“They’re Gooners so I try to keep them close to your club,” YFN explained.

A piece of salad fell out of her sandwich and Lucy was quick to help.

“Let me cut it up for you, little one.”

She gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as she took her plate and cut her sandwich up into smaller pieces, so it was easier to eat with one hand. She didn’t miss the longing looks that Alexia and Leah flashed their way.

“Are you going to the Lioness games next week?” YFN asked Leah, hoping the subject wouldn’t be tender.

She nodded. “I was hoping you could come with me, if you’re comfortable with it?”

“I’d be happy to go if the doctor clears me to start putting a little weight on my leg next week…”

“To Scotland?” Lucy asked, worried.

“Maybe… I know it’s important for you…”

“…and we’ll get better seats if we have you with us. And better access.”

“Not good reasoning,” Lucy said protectively while YFN chuckled.

“I think it’s great reasoning, Luce. Plus, I love seeing you play for England. You’re a maniac.”

“She’s more…careful at Barcelona,” Alexia agreed.

“She’s very good in the important games,” YFN said, enjoying teasing her as she took a cut up piece of her sandwich and ate it.

“Yes yes, very scary,” Alexia said and her accent made it that much funnier.

“Okay, is it attack Lucy day?” Lucy grumbled as she took another bite.

As the girls were tidying up after lunch, Lucy was helping YFN change her clothes and settle back onto the couch ready for their interview. She wanted to look like it was filmed on a different day.

“Little one?” She said quietly.

“That’s my name.”

“Are you okay if I go to the Arsenal game tomorrow afternoon? I wanted to ask Alexia at boxing if she wants to go…”

YFN knew full well that Lucy wasn’t an Arsenal supporter, she was a Man City supporter having had played for them, and so she knew that her objective was to keep Alexia entertained. “You’re a good person, Luce.”

Lucy smiled. They’d done that thing where they’d communicated without communicating.

“Thanks.” She gave her a kiss on the cheek. “And maybe I’ll ask Leah…”

“Not Leah.”

Lucy’s head tilted in question. “No?”

“No…”

Lucy could see she had something else in mind and didn’t question it. “Okay then. Maybe Ridley will want to come over and spend time with you?”

“Sure, if she’s back…”

“Back?”

Before she could answer, the girls were back around them and they settled in for their interview, sitting much closer than she and Alexia had been, with Narla joining them on the couch.

Lucy was such a natural in front of camera. She was so confident, cocky even and very flirty which made YFN have to hide a grin back to her, though she knew her dimples were giving her away. She gave the same attitude back, proudly drawing goofy grins out of Lucy during the interview.

She’d conducted it the same way as Alexia’s. They’d started with football, both Leah and Alexia throwing comments in off camera that she either answered or was teased with, then they moved to a bit more depth when speaking about her family and the bullying nature of the industry, and then finishing with happiness, fun, flirting, food, Spain, Narla. She’d had no idea that Lucy would be so openly flirting with her, though she didn’t mind it, it gave it more character and showed a side of Lucy the public didn’t really get to see that often. Anything more personal, she would keep just for themselves.

“Can we do player on player?” Lucy asked when they were done.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Leah and I, maybe?”

Alexia looked confused but YFN knew she was giving the two time to speak alone. She nodded. “If Leah is comfortable with it…”

“I can’t promise anything will be postable,” she laughed. “But sure, let’s do it.”

“Okay, I have a list of generic questions you two can use if you’d like.” YFN said and gave them each a copy so they’d have something to work with.

Lucy helped YFN make her way outside to their outdoor seating with Alexia where they still had a good view of the pair inside being filmed chatting away by Emily and Bridget.

“Ah, I wonder what Lucia was doing,” Alexia admitted.

“She’s pretty good at subtlety,” YFN admitted as she watched her laughing away with Leah as she pet Narla between them.

“Yes, she is. I didn’t know that until she… met you.”

YFN was aware that Alexia and Lucy had gotten much closer recently and that’s why she’d only just learnt that about her.

“You wanted to talk?”

“Si… yes… Ridley.”

“I assumed so. I noticed you had Chiquito…”

Alexia smiled at the cat who was getting attention from Emily as Bridget filmed.

“She gave him me when you said I was lonely.”

She always knew Ridley was chivalrous but that was something else. That was romance. “That’s a pretty big gesture.”

Alexia nodded. “She save me yesterday.”

“What happened?!”

“My knee was frustrating me and so I push myself hard to… to see if it can help but I overwork my body.”

“And Riddles was with you?”

“No… no she sees me and take… taken me back to the home and look after me.”

“She was just stopping by to see how you were doing and found you?”

“Si.”

“And that upset you?”

“No… it was nice. She look after me with food and my knee…” she made a gesture.

“…massaging?” YFN suggested.

“Si, massaging and… and we had nice day and dinner and she make alarm for me to wake up for Meg.”

“Meg the physio?”

“Si. She… si.”

She didn’t feel good about the way she avoided speaking about Meg. “What aren’t you saying?”

Alexia sighed and averted her eyes. “We argue.”

“Argued about what?”

“About her carry me.”

“Ah. She’s used to that, though.”

“Yes, she say that. She talk something about SERE?”

She understood where it was going. “SERE training? Yes.”

“I make her tell me…”

“Ah.” It was one thing that Ridley hated speaking about. That, and her family. “Did she tell you?”

“She say… she say they break her. Drown a…and starve and…” she gestured again.

“Tortured?”

“Si.” Alexia’s eyes met hers. “It is true?”

“It’s worse that you can ever imagine. Riddles was being kind. They make them unbreakable. They do all of that and… they even sexually humiliate them.”

“Humil…” Alexia started. YFN found the translation and showed her and watched her face pale. “This… this is why she…”

“Why she sleeps around? One of the reasons, yes. She’s very comfortable with her body.”

“She does not open to me.”

“She’s…” YFN let out a large sigh. “She’s very complicated and very simple at the same time. She hasn’t broken, I’m assuming?”

Alexia shook her head. “She… she tells me to go with Meg.”

That didn’t surprise her. Ridley would want her to be happy and from what Alexia hadn’t said, Meg liked her.

YFN wondered just how much she should say. She thought for a minute about what would be best for Ridley. Was Alexia what was best for her? She saw the way they acted around each other, and it was almost like herself and Lucy. Lucy. She looked inside and found her looking at her, still talking to Leah. She’d always wanted Ridley to find someone to make her happy, to fully open up to. Someone other than herself.

YFN reached out and gently took Alexia’s fingers in her own and met her eyes.

“Alexia… she won’t break. She won’t break, because if she does… she will lose herself.” Alexia’s eyes flooded with questions. “One of the only reasons she got through the military, through the deaths and the lives she took and the torture…” She almost choked on that word. “Was because she wasn’t doing it for herself. She told herself again and again that she wouldn’t break because of us. Me. Her brother. Her mum. And so, if she lets herself give in, then she’ll essentially be losing her anchor. The one thing to keep her grounded and sane. That love she buries so deep.”

Alexia’s eyes flooded with tears. “So… so there is no way… no way to love for her? No way to let me in?”

YFN’s heart broke for her. “She doesn’t believe so…”

A tear broke free from each eye and Alexia wiped them away with her spare hand. YFN squeezed the fingers she was holding. “But I do.”

Her head whipped up. “You do?”

“I really do.”

“How?” The question was almost whispered and YFN was worried she would feel like she was betraying her friend, but she felt the opposite. Like she was saving her.

“She needs to know you’re not going anywhere.” Alexia listened eagerly, and empathetically. “She lost her mum. Brother. Almost me. Friends. So many friends. She needs to know that you’re here to stay and that you won’t leave her. She never attaches because she thinks she’ll lose them and it hurts her too deep. So don’t try to break her. Let her pull you into her bubble herself. It will take a long time, and it’ll be frustrating and maybe feel like you aren’t getting anywhere with her, but you will be. I promise. You’ve already started and you haven’t even noticed….”

Alexia blinked and YFN knew she was thinking about the ten months she’d admired her from afar.

“She… want a home.”

YFN nodded. “She does. She planned on making us one but I have Luce now…” The thought of a home with Lucy was heart warming to her, though she felt horrible that Ridley didn’t have that same feeling. “Because Lucy is my home. She made that apartment in London for her brother… she made a home in Australia for her mum. But all of that is just material. Look close enough, Alexia, and you’ll see she’s trying to find a home, and she doesn’t even know that she’s doing it. She doesn’t realise that home is about people. Or… a person.”

Alexia fiddled with her fingers, and YFN knew she was doing it subconsciously.

“Alexia, please… please don’t break her heart. Don’t try to force her. Don’t try to break her. And if you don’t have any intention on being there for her whenever she needs then please… walk away now. I’m saying this as someone who loves her so, so much, you have no idea.” YFN felt herself tearing up. “We’ve been through everything together, and I couldn’t handle it if you hurt her.”

“You love her.”

“I do. I really, really do. And I would drop everything to pick up the broken pieces of her and put her back together again. But please, don’t put her in that situation. She’s one of the best people I’ve ever met. She deserves everything good.”

“I won’t hurt her…”

“You’re going to stay?”

Alexia nodded, as if it were the only choice. “Yes, I stay.”

“You have my number. You call me or text me anytime, okay?”

“I will.” Her voice was husky.

“You need to let her know you’re not going anywhere…” she repeated. “That you’re ‘right here’.”

After the Lionesses were done with their player on player, Bridget and Emily passed YFN the footage and left, taking the spare sandwiches and pastries upon Leah’s insistence, YFN making sure to compliment them on how well they did. Shortly after, Lucy and Alexia headed out to their boxing session in the city. Lucy had made time before they left, however, to quietly make sure YFN was okay after seeing her red eyes, ducking down next to her and letting her know just how much she loved her.

“You’re an amazing friend, little one. An amazing person. An amazing girlfriend. I’m so lucky. I love you.” She’d whispered to her; the two sharing a kiss before she went.

“Luce… come back to me,” she’d murmured in return, giving her a longing look. It felt strange to say, as they’d been inseparable the past week, but she wanted her. Always. Especially after the conversation she’d had with Alexia.

“I’ll be back before you know it, love. I’ll bring dinner home.”

“I love a breadwinner.”

She’d grinned, teasingly. “That’s mummy to you.”

“Argh,” She’d replied, disgusted, and shoved her and pointed to the door. “Go, cougar.”

“Isn’t there only three years between you two?” Leah asked as Lucy chuckled her way to the front door.

“Yes, but the maturity differences evens it out… and then some.”

She heard Lucy scoff from the doorway as it clicked shut, and then there were two.

“You must feel pretty attached to that couch by now…” Leah said.

“Oh, you have no idea. Pretty sure my body is imprinted on it.”

She let out a chuckle. “So, it appears I’m not the only therapy you’re giving today.”

“Did Lucy say…?”

She shook her head. “No, I saw you two out the window. Alexia and Ridley, right?”

“Yeah. It’s much, much more complicated than your situation.”

“Have you spoken to Jordan?”

“Yeah a bit actually. She doesn’t like Birmingham too much, I think.”

“Do you feel like you’re missing your home there?”

Chiquito launched up onto the couch, finding interest in Leah before climbing his way over a now sleeping Narla, to settle in YFN’s lap.

“Is it too corny to say that I feel like I’m missing my home whenever I’m without Lucy?”

“A little.” She agreed. “But I know exactly how you feel.”

“Like you’re missing your home without her?”

She nodded. “I’ve struggled over a year without her. I miss her and Blu and our home. She used to live with me in London and we’d see each other every day and then… then I ruined both of our lives.”

“You did it to protect her.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“No, it doesn’t. Because you should have done it with her.”

“I know,” she admitted, not able to look up from the couch. “She’s my person and I just… I fucked it up.”

YFN didn’t let that negativity sit long. “Dory said you protected her the other week from the paparazzi…”

“I told them not to approach her or harass her and they didn’t listen.”

“But you told them. That meant a lot to her.”

Her eyes came up to meet YFN’s. “It did? I was worried she’d feel like I was going behind her back.”

“On the contrary, she thought it showed how much you cared.”

Leah’s shoulders dropped, a little relieved.

“And she also said you and she had a really, really good night.”

“It wasn’t perfect.”

“Perfection isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s about the imperfections, the working together, the unknown. She was telling me in the hospital all about it and it felt like it had a year ago. Natural and stress-free and beautiful.”

“She said that?”

“In her own words. She also loves your hugs.”

Leah gave a sad chuckle. “Yeah, she loves those.”

“You know all of this already. So why did you want to talk to me?”

“I guess I feel like talking to you is the closest I can be to her… because I know how close you two have become.”

YFN nodded, understanding. “My whole life changed the day I saw her on that beach.”

“Now you have Jord, and Lucy, and because of you, she’s talking to me again…”

“Do you have another date planned?”

“Tomorrow night. I wanted to know what you think I should do... or if she’s expecting anything?”

“Dory just wants to be around you. You make her happy.”

“I was going to try and cook for her again. I’ve been taking lessons and I actually know where I messed up last time.”

“Can I suggest something else?”

“Go ahead, probably better than my ideas.”

“I think you should go and watch her game.”

“In Birmingham?”

“Yep. You’re not a sub at the Arsenal game, right?”

She shook her head.

“So go to Birmingham and show her that you’re there to support her. Show her you’re willing to go out of your way for her. Don’t have expectations because she needs time, you know that, but just go and… be. You can take her to a restaurant after the game, or go to our place and spend time with Blu and cook or order in. You’re more than welcome to use my bedroom if she’ll let you sleep there, but like I said, no expectations. Expect that you’ll be driving back that night. We both know she’d never let you, but still, just let her have all of the control, yeah? Give her that power and see how she uses it.”

“You don’t think she’ll be overwhelmed if I show up?”

“Honestly? I think it’d melt her heart. You watch her face when she sees you, Leah. In that first split second that it takes to recover her expression… you’ll see everything she’s feeling.”

Ridley POV

Ridley was staring out the window of her hotel room, unable to break her mind from her. She’d tried so hard and every time she got to the point where she knew she’d succeed, she fell back into it, because she wanted to think about her. About the way she always looked sad… because it made her happy expression that much sweeter. About the way she stood her ground and challenged Ridley like no one had before.

She looked back down at the follow notification from Alexia that she’d just received. Of course, that came with a multitude of other people following suit, being la Reina fans, and she smiled as she looked at her profile picture. Alexia in her beloved number 11 Barcelona jersey; that blonde dyed hair Ridley was obsessed with, up in her high ponytail.

She’d received the notification an hour or so after her meeting, and as she stared at it a little longer, she pressed the button to follow her back.

She found herself scrolling through her posts, unable to stop herself from pausing and admiring one particular photo of her lying face down on the front of a yacht. Her hair was in a messy bun, her tattoos stunning, her ass… was something that had Ridley wondering how she even existed. The things she’d sacrifice to be behind her as she laid like that in front of her… and then there was her hand. It laid palm up, her fingers partially curled and begging for Ridley to entwine her fingers with. She looked so… soft.

Her phone started buzzing and she tilted her head in wonder as Alexia’s name popped up on the screen, just minutes after she’d followed her back.

“Thinking about me, were you?” She murmured in Spanish as she answered.

“Hello to you too.”

“Good afternoon, la Reina. What can I do for you?”

“You can have dinner with me.” Her voice sounded like honey through the phone.

“Oh?”

“I had fun the other day and you’re right, I’ve been too much. I was hoping just to spend some more time with you.”

“You’re leaving London?”

“I never said that.”

Ridley’s stomach did a sickly thing at the thought of Alexia leaving. “Would you like to leave?”

“No, I’d like to stay and spend time with you. I’m not going anywhere.”

That settled her nerves a little.

“So,” Alexia continued. “Dinner and a swim, maybe?”

“I’m not sure if I’ll be back tonight…”

“Back?”

Ridley hummed. “Yes, I have another meeting with a client and it may push me to stay another night if it goes for too long.”

“Where are you?”

“Currently? Switzerland.”

“What…?!” It was more disheartened than shocked.

“Let me just have a look at the flights. I was originally planning to stay here another night.”

“I don’t want to put you out…”

“You could never put me out, Lex. It sounds like a great idea.” Anything to be around her. “Just let me check.” Ridley scrolled through the flights and found two potentials. One landing at 6pm, and the other at 7:30pm. Though, she knew there was more chance she’d be on the later flight given how frustratingly underprepared the clients had been. “I have one that I will most likely be on. I’ll get to the apartment around 8pm, if that works?”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

“Would you like me to organise it?”

“No, I’ve already booked a place for 8pm. I’ll call and change the time to a little later.”

“Oh, you have? How presumptuous of you.”

“I learned from the best.”

Ridley chuckled at her humour. “Are you going to dress up for me?”

“Only if you dress up for me.” Cheeky, but not flirty.

“Deal. Let’s both dress nice for each other. I’m heading into my meeting now, but I’ll see you tonight, la Reina.”

Alexia POV

She was nervous. It was 6:30pm and Ridley was going to be at the apartment in the next hour and a half. She’d barely had time to buy a dress with Lucia before picking up Chiquito and getting back to the apartment for her rehab appointment. She’d forgotten about it so late that it had been too late to cancel, and now she was checking her watch for the tenth time to make sure she left before Ridley arrived.

That wouldn’t be good, especially after the discussion she’d had with Blau about letting Ridley know she was always going to be there.

“How is it feeling today?” Meg asked as she scraped her thigh with a plastic device. It was always so painful. Alexia groaned and gripped the gym bench harder from where she sat.

“Okay until you do that…”

Meg giggled. “But it helps. You know it does.”

Alexia didn’t agree with her. She’d been very careful to not encourage her, especially with the physio’s wandering hands.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?”

The question was so off-topic as they’d been professional for the whole session thus-far.

“Si,” she groaned again. It felt like she was peeling her skin off. “I do.”

“Oh? What are you doing?”

“M…Meg I do not wanting to talk about this now.” Alexia said, tilting her head back and squeezing her eyes shut in pain.

“Almost done,” she giggled again and finished up, starting to massage instead. After a few more moments of silence, Meg spoke again, seeming to build confidence from somewhere. “I think you should spend the night with me.”

Alexia’s head shot up and her eyes opened to see Meg staring at her, very, very seriously.

“I have plan tonight…” Was all she could say.

“Then cancel,” she murmured as she moved close to Alexia. “We can hang out and have some fun like we always do, yes?”

Their sessions had been fun, sure, but it was bold of her to make a move. Of course, Alexia should have expected it, having led her on with her flirting the past few sessions.

Meg got even closer now while Alexia stared, wide-eyed and worried she’d hurt her feelings.

“Your session is done,” she whispered as her lips found Alexia’s.

Alexia didn’t kiss her back, she just stared, stunned and pulled away, unable to find words.

A voice sounded from the doorway then and Alexia’s head snapped to where Ridley stood with an expression that was far too neutral.

“Should I come back later?”

[fountian-of-youth]

[There had been a thief.]

[Osiris knew immediately, his office/kitchen area had been broken into.]

[He was not in the mood for this, not at all. He just wanted to get done with work and go home to see his wife, not to be dealing with an intruder.]

[He let out a huff, one of anger and grabbed his snare which was laying against his desk.]

"Hm.."

[He hummed to himself, they couldn't be far now, the intruder. Osiris could see footprints as to where they had broken in.]

[He followed them.]

@dr-osiris

He just needed a few things this time , having gathered some food ingredients for his kitchen. Carefully he pulled and tightened the straps on the waterproof bag he made for this travel. Securing the backpack but locking the straps around his waist and chest.

He hates coming to the surface because of one thing which was the change of pressure , the feeling of your body feeling like it would bloated like a dead corpse and slowly deflate was painful as hell.

He carefully walked into the hall planning on making it the cafeteria knowing there could be some more things he could grab his tail and wings tucked close to his own body for safety as he walked.

He felt a shiver run down his spine as he suddenly felt something was going to happen.

[goodgirlformatt]

Beach Day - M.S

Summary: You and Matt are good friends, and decided to have a little beach day. Catching the sunrise and playing in the water is maybe a little too romantic for just friends.

Warnings: Kissing, fluff :)

a/n: Ok, I actually think this story is super cute :,). Pretty short story! Not proofread.

My alarm goes off early in the morning before I groggily turn it off. I sit up in bed and yawn and stretch before getting up and ready to catch the sunrise at the beach with Matt.

I slide on my bikini, a dark blue color with light blue trim, a little metal circle connecting the cups on my sternum. It’s my favorite bikini, it hugs my body just how i like and makes me look good.

I put on minimal waterproof makeup; mascara, some concealer, and just a spritz of setting spray. I make sure I have in earrings that won’t be harmed by the salt water and put on my daily necklace.

I get a text from Matt saying he’s outside. I quickly pull on some shorts and a bikini cover and grab my slouchy bag before I go outside and hop in his car.

The car ride is quiet, but not uncomfortable. We’re both just very tired from having woken up so early. It’s just quiet music playing with the dark sky as he drives us over to the beach.

Once we get there, he parks and we find a spot to sit in the sand. Laying out our beach towels next to each other, we watch the sky lighten up before turning a beautiful orange hue, with hints of pink and blue.

I use my digital camera to take a few pictures of the sky, even being able to sneak one of just Matt. The way the sky lights had his face contoured was so enchanting to see, I had to take a picture.

…

“The suns fully up, wanna get in the water?” He says with a bright blue sky above us.

“Yeah, why not” I say, standing up. I take off my shorts and bikini cover. I see his eyes glaze over my body but I don’t mention anything. After all, he’s just my friend. Right?

We walk down close to the shore and start walking in. The cold water freezing my feet and ankles.

“Oh my god!” I say with a laugh when I feel just how cold the water really is.

“C’mon don’t be a baby! Get in here.” Matt teases me with a grin, holding his hand out for me to take.

I hesitantly take his hand and walk in until the water is about up to my knees.

“No I can’t do it!” I giggle and shake my head. Words I would regret.

Matt gets a devilish smile before letting go of my hand and grabbing my waist, taking me out further. I yelp and laugh as he does, trying to fight against it.

Without warning, Matt throws me into the water once it’s deep enough, a yell escaping my throat.

I resurface to see him laughing as I brush my hair out of my face, the salt water accentuating my waves.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that.” I say with a giggle, pointing my index finger at him.

“Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do?” He teases me and crosses his arms.

I grab his shoulders before pushing him into the deep water, laughing myself. Once he resurfaces, he brushes his hair out of his face and shakes his head at me.

“Come here!” He says with a smile, coming towards me. I yelp and giggle as I start running from him, the water splashing as I do.

He catches up quickly and grabs me by the waist, pulling me into his body.

“Gotcha!” He says with a laugh of his own.

I spin around to face him as we laugh lightly together, now both completely drenched.

“Hey, is my mascara messed up?” I ask him. I know I put on waterproof, but it still flakes sometimes.

“You got a few specs. Here.” He says, swiping his thumb under my eyes, getting rid of the flakes of mascara. His soft gentle hands hold my face like it’s a dainty piece of glass, careful not to break it.

“There you go.” He says softly, still holding onto my face gently. I can only softly smile back at him.

“Thank you.” I say softly back. If he was just a friend, why did I want so badly to kiss him?

“You look beautiful.” He says. His cheeks go red when he realizes what he said, and I blush too. We both lightly chuckle at the redness of our cheeks.

I glance at his lips when I notice him moving slightly closer. Butterflies fill my stomach and I can’t help but lean in as well. One hand of his stays on my face while the other goes to my waist. He gently pulls me in, brushing his lips against mine.

I close my eyes, bringing my hands up to his upper arms to hold him there. The waves gently crash against us as our lips finally lock together.

His lips are so soft, gently locking with mine over and over, the faint taste of my coconut lipgloss and salt water there.

Once we finally break away I just blush and softly smile at him. Did that really happen? He looks at me the same.

I get a mischievous smile on my face before splashing water at him again and giggle.

“Really?” He says in a joking unamused tone and a laugh, tilting his head.

[allabells]

𝐛 𝐨 𝐨 𝐤 • 𝐰 𝐨 𝐫 𝐦 📚

warnings: pet names | nothing tbh just fluff ౨ৎ

it was 7:02am on a sunday, your favourite day. the rain was pouring heavily outside, but the calm pitter-patter of it hitting the window made the environment feel cozy, warm and like the fall.

you and matt adore fall, everything feels so much better, putting you both in a healthier mental state.

‘mm’, you mumble, finally stirring from your sleep. you look down at your boyfriend, cuddled up to you, an arm lazily resting around your waist. you tap him lightly, to wake him.

matt groans as his eyes flutter open, taking in his surroundings. ‘5 more minutes..’ he says sleepily, knowing that you’re trying to get him to wake up.

‘no matt, come onnn! its sunday i wanna go to the bookstore before it closes.’

‘it closes in like 5 hours we have time, love.’

‘we don’t! we have to get ready, and then get there, and then i have to pick a new book!’

matt knew you had a good point, you took forever picking a book, aswell as getting distracted by literally everything along the way.

‘fine.’, he agreed, with a sigh of slight annoyance from having to actually get up and leave the house.

you started to get ready immediately whilst matt got in the shower. you put your hair in a messy bun because if you left it down the rain would ruin it completely.

for makeup, you did waterproof mascara, carefully applying it to your long lashes - then you quickly grabbed bronzer and concealer.

𝐭 𝐢 𝐦 𝐞 • 𝐬 𝐤 𝐢 𝐩 🍂

the both of you arrived at the bookstore, matt let go of your hand so that you could go and find something to read.

every time you came, matt payed. but not by your choice, he simply insisted he has to pay.

‘its the most i can do!’ he exclaims, trying to get a good point across.

‘you dont even read, and most of your money gets spent on books, matt!’

‘il watch gilmore girls with you.’ tempting you.

he uses that excuse alot, he knew it would make you give in to him paying. you loved that netflix show, and often tried to get matt to watch it with you.

‘fine.’, you sigh, feeling bad for making him pay, but matt never cared.

once you both get back into the shelter of matt’s car, he hands you the bag of 2 books you picked out.

‘here you go, bookworm.’ matt teased.

‘thankyou baby!’ you smile, happy with your choice of books, and grateful for matt buying them.

ꨄ:: guys this is like my first time writing lmk if its ass or not🙏🏼

credits to @saradika-graphics for dividers 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[ladyofcrowsandcoffee]

Storms and Sleepovers

I finally edited this piece full from when I was snowed in. So have a fluffy Au piece for teen Isa.

Coren belongs to @tealfling

Ma'na & the unnamed children belong to @faerunsbest

Rackal and the unnamed children are owned by @barbwillbrb

Isa wrapped her arms around Coren and laid her head on her shoulder. Coren played with Isa's hair. The auditorium was massive and cold despite the warm toned wood that filled the space. A half elf a few sets away whispered are they dating to their friend. Isa was never one to avoid being affectionate towards her friends even if it caused wild rumors. She shivered as the doors opened again.

“Did you forget your jacket again? You're colder than my ice spells,” Coren whispered.

“It's drying roof started leaking above my seat. Wynnie is bringing my back up,” Isa groaned.

“Storm is going to get worse. I can feel it building.”

“Bet that's why we're in here. If we're getting sent home early I'm grabbing lavender hair dye on my way home.”

Coren gave Isa a glare as thunder cracked. She could tell Coren liked the color idea but was more upset over her not taking the storm seriously. Isa booped Coren on the nose as the headmaster started the lecture about the storm and getting home. I'll be fine I can teleport if it gets bad enough, I'm not wasting my freedom over a storm.

Wynnie threw Isa the waterproof jacket as she and Coren left the auditorium. Isa threw it on careful not to ruin her makeup. Coren's tail twitched as the thunder clapped louder this time. Isa drew a circle on Coren's forearm with her finger removing some of the built up static. She smiled softly as Coren exhaled.

“I've gotta run Sylvie skipped the lecture to get a carriage home. It's getting bad Isa's usual alleyway shortcut has water rushing out of it.”

“Oh no I'll have to take the long way that passes the store with hair dye,” Isa giggled.

As the three of them went through the door the rain picked up. Wynnie waved as she sprinted to her brothers. Isa tried shushing the nagging voice in her head that said maybe we should ask Coren if we can crash with her. Coren looked at the sky her nose crinkling.

“I'll walk you to carriage depot,”Coren said nervously.

The wind howled and the rain started pounding down. Isa and Coren were both soaked. Coren's tail was coiled around Isa's waist. Multicolored lightning filled the sky as they reached the carriage depot. While Isa was getting a time estimate Coren pulled out a silver carabineer. She put it around both of their bags and in one Isa’s jacket loops. Coren quickly casted arcane lock. That's an insanely long wait time I'll just run home hide in the library if it gets too bad.

“I'll just run home Coren. Go your Mom is going to be worried sick about you,” Isa said her teeth starting to chatter.

Isa started walking up the road only to feel something tugging behind her. Coren stood there with her arms crossed.She quickly tried unhooking the bags only to see the arcane lock light up.

“What the fuck Coren drop the spell. Go home it's just a storm.”

“Nope you're going home with me,”she said tugging on the bags forcing Isa to follow.

“This is kidnapping. I'm not a stray cat!”

Isa pouted waiting for Coren's response as she got dragged towards the lower city. Coren being just as stubborn as her adoptive father when I get into trouble wasn't something I expected.

“I'll feed you and make you something hot to drink. Mama was going to make banana bread.”

She exhaled knowing what she was about to say would add more evidence to her being like a cat. The rain was starting to sting as it hit her skin.Coren may be right but I didn't need to be kidnapped.

“Banana bread sounds delicious fine drag me with you. Just know I'm still upset I didn't get a say in this.”

Coren lead her through the winding streets. The storm was getting worse and the rain seemed to have a vendetta against Isa's skin. It felt like a knife coated in salt. A cottage that barely met the requirements of being in the city limits caught Isa's eye. Every stone and wood beam looked hand carved. She shivered as Coren unlocked the door.

Isa was soaked and had puddles forming around her when she stepped inside. A very pale short woman was in the kitchen to the left humming as she poured batter into a loaf pan. Coren nudged Isa's arm. Isa removed her drenched coat and boots. She wasn't sure where Coren placed them as one of Coren's younger siblings gave her a towel before vanishing. While Coren has mentioned her siblings Isa couldn't figure out which kid was which.

“Mama I'm home. This is Isa she's staying with us .”

The pale woman dusted herself off before walking over. She was the same height as Eletha which meant Isa stood close to a full foot taller than her. Isa was drying her hair with the towel accepting her clothes were just going to get magic used in them.

“I'm Ma’na lovely to meet you. Make yourself at home,” she said sweetly.

“Thank you for your hospitality I'm Isadora Lunelis just call me Isa,” she said cringing a bit at her introduction defaulting to that.

“ Coren go borrow her some clothes poor thing will catch her death otherwise. Worse case scenario your father will just be down a shirt until she can get home. I'll make some hot chocolate unless you prefer tea.”

“There’s no need to fuss over me but hot chocolate sounds divine,” Isa said.

Coren motioned for Isa to follow her and Isa did so. She'd never admit it but she was a tad overwhelmed between the noise the gaggle of children made and being made a priority instead of told to use magic to dry off before being ignored. Coren vanished into a room that looked like a bedroom.Her hair was twisted up in the towel by time Coren came back with pants that would fit Isa and a very baggy black t-shirt.

“Got lucky that Mama hadn't folded laundry yet. She probably forgot who's bedroom she left the basket in.”

Coren lead her down the hall to a door with a sign that said keep out on one side and enter on the other. The arrow was currently placed on keep out. Her room was decorated how Isa expected. A stained glass sun catcher on the window casted rainbows onto the floor every time lightning struck. The rest the room was decorated in blues and blacks with personal touches throughout. Isa changed into the dry clothes not caring that the black shirt was trying to eat her whole. Coren was already in black sweatpants and a grey poet shirt with blue clouds embroidered on the collar.

“ I can modify one my spells to dry my stuff off. So I can change out of these in like an hour.”

“Don't waste a spell slot Mama will insist they get washed so empty your pockets.”

“I'm just staying until I can go home Coren there’s no need for extra laundry to be done. Isn't this a bit much?”

“This is Mama toning herself down. You're lucky she isn't signing adoption papers.”

“Why would she adopt me?”

Coren just gave Isa a look that screamed really and threw her wet clothes into a basket. I can't even point to something my dad did recently as a counter argument as he got into a fight and kicked out during my last swim meet. Isa emptied her pockets and placed her clothes in the basket.

“Mama won't let you sleep in the couch so we're either sharing my bed or you're getting the cot with a pile of blankets.”

“ The storm will pass before this becomes a sleepover. Do you think the hot chocolate is ready yet my bones feel cold.”

“It won't. Storm is pulling on my magic hard it won't pass until tomorrow night at the earliest. We can check worse case scenario we're getting fed fruit or something.”

“Not all of us have natural way to predict the weather Coren,” Isa said playfully.

Coren laughed and her tail wagged. Isa was trying to weigh her options for sleeping when Coren threw a pillow at her. She caught it as she ducked making both of them laugh.

The house was starting to smell of toasted spices and banana bread. Something about that combined with everything else made Coren's home feel extra cozy. Coren wrapped her tail around Isa and lead her downstairs. Ma'na had nine mismatched mugs on the counter. Isa wasn't sure if she miscounted the number of siblings Coren had or if it was in case one her siblings wanted a different mug. I'm pretty sure even if her dad was here we'd only need eight mugs. One the mugs had a crow among purple flowers design. It's so pretty.

“You don't have any allergies do you sweetheart,” Ma’na asked as she rummaged through the cabinet.

“Not unless one developed overnight.”

“Perfect do you like cinnamon and nutmeg?”

“Yes,” Isa answered sounding unsure.

Ma’na added a stick of cinnamon to a pot on the stove. She stirred before adding a bit of nutmeg. A few moments later Ma’na motioned for Isa to pick her mug first. Isa immediately grabbed the one with the crow on it. She watched as Ma'na ladled the velvety hot chocolate into Isa's mug.

“Do you want any things like whipped cream,it'll take just a few minutes to make. I also have some homemade marshmallows,”Ma'na said.

“Marshmallows please. Preferably not burnt to a crisp.”

Ma’na chuckled before plopping two giant star shaped marshmallows in her mug. Isa took it and carefully walked to the table in the kitchen. Coren slid next to Isa. The hot chocolate was bubbling and slowly making the stars melt into shooting stars. Isa’s eyes widened as she did a happy shimmy. Coren looked amused at Isa's excitement.

“What? It's cool I didn't expect it to melt like a shooting star.”

“Your reaction is adorable and joyful. It's like you saw a triple rainbow.”

“Wait they can do more than double? Coren you gotta show me when Talos isn't trying to destroy the city.”

“We’ll find one eventually I swear. Making them isn't the same.”

Isa tried taking a sip of her hot chocolate. Still too hot to drink. Coren rested her head Isa's shoulder before summoning two ice cubes into their mugs. Ma’na placed a massive plate of sliced fruit on the table and tiny plates. Isa took a small mountain of fruit consisting mostly nectarines. They had been one her favorite fruits since she was small but she couldn't remember if it was her mom or Tathaln who always shared them with her.

A few moments later she was savoring the hot chocolate as Coren told Ma’na about her day. It was the best hot chocolate she's had outside a cafe. Something about it made it feel richer with every sip. The banana bread was also amazing but the hot chocolate was the real star. Ma’na was focused on every word Coren said. Unfortunately Isa spaced out and had no idea what was being talked about.

“The hot chocolate is amazing.”

“Thank you honey. I spent a lot of time perfecting it to work the same on the surface as it did in the caves.”

The angry bleating of a goat made Isa turn her head to the window. A goat with an aura that made the hair on the back of Isa's neck raise. Something about that goat was interacting with her wild magic. Ma’na pulled out a bucket of vegetables and put a handful of sugar cubes in it. The goat took off with the bucket to what Isa could only describe as a goat palace.

“That's Pinky he just wanted snacks. You'll meet him officially when he's not sulking about the weather,” Coren said.

“ He's been spoiled rotten since he hatched from that egg,” Ma’na said.

Isa wasn't sure how to challenge a goat hatching from an egg so just nodded. Maybe animals in the Under dark are just super weird. Coren offered Isa the last piece of her fruit. She happily took it forgetting her concern about a goat coming from an egg.

The storm continued to howl against the cozy cottage. Isa had set up a mini station with all the makeup she had in her bag. The two younger kids Isa assumed were the twins buzzed with excitement by Coren. One of them wanted colorful flowers and they other want a dragon but would settle for something else if she couldn't. Normally Isa wouldn't have given into puppy eyes but they buttered her up by saying her makeup was prettier than Coren described.

Ma'na brought in another round of snacks smiling. Being fed constantly was something Isa had to adjust to. Coren's mom is super nice even with her taking my jacket to have another layer sewn in for warmth. Isa worked quickly on the designs. Coren was handing her brushes and reminding her younger siblings to keep still by pointing with her tail spade. The two kids giggled at Coren every time she did that gesture. Her hands were steady as she added more detail. Isa prayed to the universe that the eyeliner she applied with her left hand was even on the flowers. The twins got what designs they wanted even if the dragon was cute and barely resembled a dragon. They both ran off happy to a different part of the house.

“Alright Coren now that we got those two out our hair what design did you want?”

“No clue I just want eyeliner as sharp as you usually wear.”

“Fine but lay down and don't move it's easy to smudge it.”

Coren laid down by the spread of make up. Isa kneeled down and got whacked in the hand by Coren's excited tail wagging. Change of plans forgot how her tail seems to always hit my body. She straddled Coren making sure neither knee hit Coren. As she leaned in to apply eyeliner Coren's tail rested against Isa's back. It acted as a surprisingly good stabilizer. With a flick of her wrist Coren had the perfect wing sharp enough to stab someone. Isa hummed as she moved to work on the right eye. She mimicked the same wrist flick. Another wing was created it was the same level of sharpness but wasn't identical. Coren giggled as Isa tapped a brush into some sparkly purple eye shadow. Her hands worked to make a storm themed look using purples, an icy blueish white, and soft pink. She did a smokey eye then free-handed on lightning bolts.

The front door swung open. In stepped a drenched Rackal. His black hair and beard was plastered to his skin. The water pouring off him brought out the grey streaks throughout both his hair and beard. Isa turned her head and held a fluffy brush covered with highlighter off to the side. Rackal didn't seemed too phased by what he walked into.

“Glad you made home fine Coren. Good to see you Isa I must have forgotten you were sleeping over.”

“It wasn't planned Coren kidnapped me due to the storm.”

Rackal took a deep breath as if he had to think of how to word his thoughts nicely.

“Before I take this armor off do I need to let your father know where you're at,” he said his blue eyes flashing with anger on the word father.

“No he's on another one of his trips. Won't be back for like three weeks.”

Rackal nodded and had his brow furrow slightly. Isa knew what he was about to ask from that expression.

“ He left me with supervision this time. His brother is watching me until he's back.

Rackal's face went from being angry to concerned. No clue why he keeps trying figure out how to word simple questions.

“Which uncle is watching you and do they need to know you're here,” he said in a hesitant tone.

“Uncle Calenor, the Flaming fist uncle for clarification.”

Rackal's body language relaxed instantly.He said under his breath oh thank fuck.Isa wasn't sure why he was concerned her Uncle Liraen might have been watching her. Last time Uncle Liraen watched me we explored a super cool ruin and he punched a Flaming Fist at the tavern he took me to for dinner.Isa turned back to Coren and applied the highlighter.

“If you're still here when I have to go to work tomorrow I'll let him know. Coren I'm not even going to tell you not to kidnap your friends in this situation it was the right call,” he said peeling off his armor.

Coren stuck her tongue out at Isa Ma’na brought over a towel and kissed Rackal. Coren made fake gagging noises mixed with laughter as they kissed. Isa glared at her as the gagging noises made it difficult to finish the look. They switched positions so Coren could do a gemstone inspired look on Isa.

The next few hours were a blur. Coren had brought the cot in just in case her tail whacked Isa too much for her to sleep. Ma’na had brought in some hot tea while the two girls gossiped. Whatever was in that tea relaxed Isa enough she was the first one asleep.When breakfast was called the next morning she had no idea what century it was or why the future smelled like baked cinnamon apples and waffles. She nudged Coren awake as she pried herself from Coren's grip. The storm was still raging on as Isa enjoyed a plate of hot waffles accepting she might be here for a few nights.

[mtyout]

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In conclusion, the waterproof fanny pack is more than just a trend; it’s a practical and versatile accessory that can significantly simplify life for busy parents. It offers a hands-free, organized, and stylish solution for carrying your essentials, whether you're navigating the grocery store, hitting the playground, or embarking on a family adventure. By freeing up your hands and reducing stress, this seemingly small item can help you fully embrace the joys of parenthood. For high-quality, reliable, and truly waterproof gear, explore the range of products offered by Skog Å Kust. They offer a great selection of fanny packs, backpacks, and other waterproof essentials, so you can confidently navigate whatever the day throws your way.

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Pool Kid fashion is a fun and nostalgic aesthetic that combines elements of coconut girl fashion, kidcore fashion, and children's beach and swimwear from the 2000s. The overall vibe is playful and relaxed, with a focus on comfort and practicality and embodying the vibe that ‘every day is a holiday’

Common themes in Pool Kid fashion include bright and bold colors, (especially, but not limited to turquoise, blue, green and orange.) tropical and beachy prints, one-piece swimsuits, high-waisted bikini sets, colourful swim shorts and other swimwear such as rash vests worn as casual wear.  Other comfortable casual clothing like tracksuits, denim shorts and skirts, and cargo pants are also popular, especially  if they have a colourful or playful edge to them.

Materials used are comfortable and lightweight, such as cotton, linen, and other breathable fabrics. In addition, the fashion often incorporates imagery of children's swimming pools, with design elements like pool toys and safety floaties. Other important imagery includes cartoony suns, sweet foods associated with holidays (such as ice cream), sea creatures and tropical flowers and trees.

Accessories are an essential part of the Pool Kid look, with seashell necklaces, many beaded bracelets or chunky bracelets, bucket hats, children’s caps, colorful sunglasses, swimming goggles and other playful details like stickers and fun patches. Backpacks and tote bags are popular choices for bags, often adorned with fun patches and stickers. There is an emphasis on maximalist and eclectic styles.

Hairstyles in Pool Kid fashion can range from loose beachy waves to messy buns and ponytails, and it typically curly and loose. Hair clips with tropical motifs or cartoony sea creatures can add a playful touch. Makeup, if present, is usually minimal and natural-looking, with a focus on sun protection and waterproof formulas.

Pool Kid fashion celebrates the carefree spirit of childhood fun by the beach or pool. It is a modern interpretation of nostalgic beachwear, with a focus on inclusivity and body positivity. 

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Something In the Orange

Chapter 2

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Summary:

Over the summer Arthur invites you on a boating trip. Despite your best efforts, you know you're falling harder for his father.

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You opened the waterproof box and rifled through your bag, finding the sunscreen. You yelped as you straightened back up, bumping against Hosea, who was trying to slip past you. The two of you grabbed each other, trying to steady the other.

You turned to meet Hosea's gaze. Those inquisitive hazel eyes were already locked on you, taking you in. For a moment the two of you were frozen. You weren't even sure you were breathing. He smelled so nice, his large hands were so comforting against your bare arms. He was dressed in a simple T-shirt and khaki shorts, much more casual than you usually saw him. You tried to ignore the way the shirt tugged across his chest.

A pelican's cry drew you both out of your trance, and you let each other go quickly. But... you weren't ready to step away from him.

"Could you, uh, help me get my back?" You asked, lifting up the bottle of sunscreen. You weren't sure what possessed you to be so damn bold about it. It would have made more sense to wait for Sadie to have free hands to help.

"Of course," Hosea said evenly, taking your bottle of sunscreen from you. You turned and lifted your hair out of the way. The sunscreen squelched as it left the bottle, and a moment later felt two large hands on your shoulders. You could feel the strength behind his hands, the calluses on his fingers from working with livestock. But you too could feel the tenderness there, the gentle nature he held.

He carefully began rubbing the sunscreen into your skin. You couldn't be sure but you thought maybe he was going a little slower than he needed. Taking his time, being very thorough. His hands rubbed all across your back and shoulders, coating your skin in a protective layer of sunscreen while massaging your shoulders just a little.

His hands left your skin for a moment, and you heard the squelch of more sunscreen leaving the bottle. Then you felt his hands pause near your ribs, just below the edge of your bikini top. He was warring with himself, trying to decide if he could touch your waist and lower back. Hell, trying to decide if he should touch you.

"I can have Sadie do the rest if you're..." you murmured, glancing over your shoulder.

"No, no it's not a problem." His hands settled on your waist, slippery with sunscreen. "Unless you'd rather wait for Sadie," he added, stilling once more. You felt like you could hardly breathe, feeling his large hands cupping your waist.

"No it's fine," you finally said. With your permission Hosea continued spreading the sunscreen across your back. You tried to stay still as his large fingers lightly tickled your sides, dutifully spreading the sunscreen right up to the waistband of your swim shorts.

He was so close behind you. You could feel the warmth of him against the cool mountain air rolling across the lake. His touch was nothing short of divine. Strong but sweet, sensual but not imposing or taking any liberties. The calluses lightly scratched at your skin, but his hands were otherwise well maintained, soft and gentle.

A small moan tried to escape your chest, though you managed to smoosh it down and stop it from bubbling out. How embarrassing would that be? But god his hands felt so good. Unconsciously your body began to lean back into his touch, wanting to feel more of him.

Hosea was done spreading sunscreen across your back, but he didn't seem in any rush to move away either. His hands cupped your waist, supporting you just so as you leaned back toward him. You could feel him behind you, breathing in the moment.

[sliptohk]

Prompt# 19: Taken

Awayuki had always loved the mountains. Rising early to view the splendor of the morning sun pulling free from the jagged teeth of the range. A bracing cold to shake away remnants of sleep. Wild fauna and beautiful flora that flourished without the encroachment of men. They brought back fond memories of her homeland so far away. These may be a bit colder. Admittedly, a touch more rugged. And undeniably a good deal grander. But everything looked much larger to a child and her recollection made those peaks endless.

Fresh herbs simmered gently over a small fire, steam rising from the tin cup. A simple breakfast of mashed snow yams she had chanced upon the afternoon prior sat cooling in the breeze. Exhaling a plume from her mouth, she turned to begin the practiced ritual of packing once more. Her deliveries remained trussed up neatly as ever, no desire to overlook some small item should she scatter them about every evening. Neatly positioned so clothing and blankets would guard them from any rough jostles. Cooking implements and other tools wrapped neatly in a length of cloth, small pockets for them to slip in snugly. A small sleeping bag tied down neatly atop it, before wrapping the back firmly in a thick pelt. One side soft, fluffy, and so very warm, while the other provided a waterproof shield for things beneath.

Charcoals and drawing pads slipped into the satchel at her waist, filled with all manner of notation on the things she had experienced. Rough sketches of that which caught her eye when words failed to fully capture them. With pack strapped to her back, she adjusted her balance carefully before striking out. The comforting support of the raised back brace at the back of her head to shield her from any winds howling up from behind.

The money was good as most treacherous tasks tended to be. A handful of packages sent back and forth between the more withdrawn denizens of Ablathia's Spine, spiced pleasantly with the occasional request of wealthy patrons to do very little for so very much. If something within those packages made her service worth the price, she would never know. They were not addressed to hers and Awayuki held no curiousity toward those wrapped bundles.

A constant companion lay nestled snugly in her grip, the handle of her walking stick worn smooth after so many moons of use. It lead the way down the winding trail, at times small drops opening that forced the nimble Raen to hop over. Occasionally, a bulge in a rock wall that forced her to crouch low and just barely slip beneath without having to remove her pack. It was almost like a game to the woman. Little obstacles dropped down for her to stay aware of her surroundings.

As afternoon lengthened into early evening, she increased her pace to ensure she reached the planned site for the evening. A snug little cavern just barely wide enough to slip her things inside before she wriggled in behind them. There was ample supplies to start a fire, saving her from needing to diminish her limited stores.

She had made sure of that during a more leisurely trek through the mountains.

As she nestled in for a comfortable night's rest, a low howling echoed from the distance. So familiar, but not near enough to find the source that night. A matter for the next morning. One that came far too soon, forcing the courier from their nest of fur and blankets. Another simple breakfast of tea and yams, before squeezing back through the entryway once more. Few were quite so small as the Raen, so even fellow travelers seemed unlikely to intrude even if they were to find the crevasse curious.

It was mid-morning when she found a trio of warmly wrapped hikers coming the other way along one of the high trails. A rarity, enough of one that it put the woman ill at ease. Most traveled with purpose. And as their pace and direction changed at the sight of her, they seemed to have a particular one. It may have been paranoia after so long in solitude but she adjusted her heading all the same. Treacherous paths lay further up the face of the mountains, the influence of Coerthas growing stronger as snow and ice gathered more thickly as she ascended. If those three wished to pursue they would need double back on the path they came.

They did so.

Only a fool traveled unarmed, but Awayuki was no warrior. Her bow was capable of downing beasts in flight, but the thought of harming another spoken was daunting. So she entrusted herself to the mountain, continuing along even as the distance began to dwindle. Her tail lashed from side to side to match her pace, eschewing the trail as reached one small, flat passage and began to clamber up the wall itself. Sun was setting, adding a far more deadly element to the effort. She would need deal with such things. It turned and twisted, mercifully not a sheer cliff as it kept the weight of her belongings from dragging downward the whole while.

It took some time, but she managed to climb up to the nearest stretch of trail. Breaths came in heavy pants as the cold burned in her lungs, the increasing gale vibrating through her horns. A vibration that masked the pursuit of one nimble hyur that reached up to grab a tie and yank Awayuki backward with a terrified scream of surprise. Straps held at the shoulders, the weight of her and her things proving too much for that one-handed snatch. She slipped from his grip to tumble down the meager slope with bone-jarring impacts and hard cracks. Sensation shifted as one particularly brutal impact broke one of her horns in half.

She fell with little more than a groan back onto the path she had sought to avoid, unable to even roll as the bundle simply tipped her onto one side to skid across rocky earth. Body a mess of bruises, and no small number of cracked bones. Dazed, she thought of silly things like the state of her deliveries.

"Fool thought she could run from us! C'mon, make sure the package isn't harmed!"

"Best not be. Merrin'll find hisself gutted if it was."

One of the men was already trying to work free the binding on her pack. Their intent clear and a disconcerting degree of knowledge on their part on just what she might be carrying. It would have made her weep if the world did not feel quite so detached. A horrifying thought that she may die among her beloved mountains failed to penetrate. But the howl did. Not quite so low as before.

The men grew wary at the sound of monstrous exhalations and the shaking with each pounding thud that reverberated through the stone at their feet. A fresh howl ripping forth from the towering beast that charged up along the trail toward the collected ruffians. Its furious eyes taking in its surroundings in a heartbeat, before its jaws parted to display a vicious array of teeth that were far too sharp and much too long to be mistaken for a friendly smile. The roar that emanated forth set the loose stone and snow shivering.

It fell upon them in an instant. With little but a knife, the man that had been sawing at the ropes offered little threat to the furious beast. A powerful backhand and they were soaring off the side in an ungraceful spin of flailing limbs. Whether they were alive after that frightful blow, they would not be when they struck the bottom. Even Awayuki's descent had been gentle in comparison.

His companions drew their own weapons, even as they backed themselves further down the trail. Some vain belief that a narrower approach would grant them an advantage. She did not see what came next as the behemoth creature charged them all the same. Thundering off into the growing dark until the sounds of heavy impacts and pained shrieks were all she was aware of. Even as those sounds dwindled, the impact of heavy fists striking something yielding still reached her.

She may have dozed at one point, but the wet caress of something hot soon roused her. The face of the beast hunched low to hers, the blood-stained fur covering its fists planted on the earth as flurries slowly circled through the air in an increasing snowfall. It may have been shock, but things did not feel so bad anymore. She managed a little smile, though she could not find the strength to stroke the face of her old friend. A bond formed in the spine throughout their long years of encounters. A distressed whine rumbling up from the back of his throat.

"I heard you last night." She could hardly believe how quiet her words sounded, though her damaged horn may have influenced that, "Do not cry, Isamu. I will be fine."

Awayuki did not realize that the white-furred great ape had gently lifted her broken body, nor just how far they traveled back to his cave. Only that her dear friend tended to her as sweetly as they could. And how distraught he was as the days only made her grow slowly less responsive to his earnest efforts.

[operation-priority]

Tankiste at the Barracks and Work Detail

This is an impression of a French tank crewman at the barracks and on work detail. One may see this uniform on tankiste at rest in the barracks (left photo) or when performing work detail (right photo).

The left main photo depicts a soldier who is either just waking up or getting ready to sleep in the barracks. Soldiers were issued two Régulation Undershirt Modèle 1878 and one underdrawers as the undershirt was considered the main piece of clothing that would have to be cleaned frequently. Two pairs of socks were issued for the same reason. The socks would be placed over the underdrawers, and the underdrawers placed over the undershirt. Over all of this was a flannel waist wrap, this variant being a basic Red Cross accepted item. On his head he wears a wool sleeping cap. It was still believed by many at the time that sleeping without a head cover would lead to illness. This version is a private purchase knitted example as the regulation cotton version ceased distribution in 1908.

The undergarments were either pin-striped in red, black, or blue, blue checkered, or plain white. The regulation undershirt was closed with three bone or porcelain buttons and the underdrawers closed with two. Red Cross accepted undergarments may have slight variations from this standard. The shirt had tails on both the front and back, to be tucked into the underdrawers as previously stated.

Over his shoulder is a standard issue towel for washing oneself. On his feet are a pair of wooden clogs, often worn when not wearing the standard issue boots or rest shoes. He is also holding a wooden barracks box or footlocker. These remained in the barracks and acted as the footlocker for the soldier's belongings.

The right main photo depicts a tankiste performing the daily chores. The daily chores was of course what can be normally expected when maintaining a living space: cleaning clothes, cleaning dishes, staying hygienic, and cleaning the barracks or encampment, as well as general upkeep of weapons, uniform, and camp. For the tankiste this also included maintaining their vehicles to battle ready status. It was permitted to wear the undershirt exposed when performing work duties as they were often performed behind the lines, though tankiste would sometimes opt to wear their black leather coats when working with the tanks to prevent nasty vehicle stains. The undershirt would act as the main garment if it was particularly hot that day and if it was permitted by the officers. It was instructed to wear the dark blue flat knot tie despite not wearing the tunic, though this was not always followed. The breeches are secured by Bretelles Modèle 1879, which were a double piece regulation suspender. It was common for soldiers to ditch the double piece regulation suspenders for a civilian single piece example that crossed at the back which provided better security.

Displayed here is the Boîte De Paquetage De Casernement (Barracks Box) and assorted clothing cleaning equipment. Cleaning equipment was placed inside the Sac de Petit Monture (Small Kit Bag). This bag included the Martinet (Clothes Whip), Brosse à Habits (Clothes Brush), Brosse Doubles (Boot Brush), and Button Polish Stick. Beside these are two handkerchiefs provided by the French Red Cross and the standard issue towel and soap. Various patterns of handkerchief would be seen as they were made from scrap material usually in a flannel pattern and provided by the French Red Cross. Red Cross variants were permitted to be used in place of the regulation handkerchiefs. The regulation Seau en Toile (Canvas Bucket) can be seen in the background. This was a compact water container that was used for chores and temporary water carrying.

Also depicted here are two pairs of Brodequins Modèle 1912 modifié 1916. The 1916 modification retained the 1915 modifications of increased waterproofing on the basic 1912 model and added a rivet placed at the joining point of the upper part of the boot for reinforcement. These boots were steel hobnailed which give decent traction on rough ground. Conversely, they perform poorly on smooth ground like the polished concrete of a museum, which is often the cause of very funny slippage moments. They were sometimes issued in their natural color and soldiers were required to blacken and polish the boots themselves. The double sided boot brush as well as the double sided grease tin were provided for this task. Boot polish was placed in one side of the double sided grease tin (the other side being gun oil). The longer bristle side of the brush was for removing dust while the short bristle side of the brush was for removing dried mud and polishing the boot. Soldiers were required to upkeep the polish on their boots despite how dirty they could get in the trenches. On the left example we can see where the Bandes Molletières Modèle 1915, or puttees, would overlap on the boot as denoted by the upper portion of the boot having no dirt on it. Standard lacing pattern was a ladder lace, pictured here. Cross lacing existed however it was very uncommon within the French Army during this period.

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