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cosmichymns · 7 months ago

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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

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #Emily Prentiss x red headed reader #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #grey haired Prentiss is hot #fluff with light angst

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euphoricfilter · 1 year ago

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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

word count: 1.2k

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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”

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jaegeraether · 11 months ago

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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)

((**6.1k**))

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?”

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fountian-of-youth · 25 days ago

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[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.

#osiris #fountainofyouthproject #allo #allo nanol #rp ask blog #rp blog #hehe thief

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goodgirlformatt · 9 months ago

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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.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x you #sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut

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shadowseductress · 6 months ago

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WARDROBE CHECKLIST:

TOPS: white/black t-shirt crop top white/black blouse tank top Cotton Oxford Silk Blouse Dressy Tank Silk Camisole camisole denim shirt dressy top bodysuit flannel shirt long sleeved top patterned top

BOTTOMS: cargo pant baggy pant straight leg jean skinny jean slim jean wide leg jean trouser soft fabric pant leather pant denim short denim skirt silk skirt cotton shorts wide leg trouser Black Cigarette Pants Khaki Trousers Pencil Skirt Cotton Mini Skirt Jeans Mini Skirt midi skirt Capri pants Linen shorts

JACKETS/ LAYERING:

Trench coat Leather jacket Blazer Cardigan Denim jacket Parka Tweed jacket Cornel wool coat Down jacket turtleneck sweater crew neck fitted sweater cable knit sweater dressy or fun sweater oversized sweater patterned sweater puffer coat rain jacket (waterproof) denim jacket

SHOES:

athletic sneakers everyday shoes Ballet Flats Loafers Sneakers Sandals Black Pumps Colorful Heels Tall Brown Boots Tall Black Boots Brown Booties Black Booties Rainboots Natural-Colored Heels

JEWELRY/ACCESSORIES:

skinny belt belt with buckle waist chain scarf hat/cap hoops drop down earring statement earring classic chain necklace go-to simple ring classic watch sunglasses stud earrings silk scarf

DRESSES: little black dress silk slip dress casual summer dress floral dress cocktail dress maxi dress wrap Dress evening Gown shirt dress knit dress

HANDBAGS:

waterproof bag leather tote crossbody bag shoulder bag or clutch statement bag backpack

#so I made a simple wardrobe checklist for now #more items can be added #but for now it's enough #fashion #wardrobe #wardrobe essentials #outfit #fashion inspo #girlblog #desiblr #desigirl

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allabells · 3 months ago

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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 🫶🏼🫶🏼

#chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #orange #nicolas sturniolo #fluff #autumn #fall season #books and reading #bookworm

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mtyout · 4 months ago

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99PERCENTHANDMADE

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skogakust · 14 days ago

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Riding the Waves of Adventure: Your Ultimate Jet Ski Travel Packing List

Jet skiing offers an unparalleled thrill: the wind in your hair, the sun on your face, and the exhilarating speed across the water. But before you hit the waves, careful preparation is key to ensuring a safe and enjoyable experience. Packing the right gear can mean the difference between a memorable adventure and a frustrating mishap. This comprehensive guide will walk you through the essential items you need to pack for your jet ski trip, ensuring you're ready for anything the open water throws your way. From safety equipment to comfort items, we'll cover everything you need to make your jet ski adventure a resounding success.

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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.

Below is just a teaser, read the full thing on AO3

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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.

#something in the orange #hosea fucks #hosea matthews #hosea matthews/reader #fanfic #rdr2 fanfic #ao3 fanfic

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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.

#ffxivwrite2024 #ellory sparrow #ffxivwrite

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