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wosoamazing · 1 month

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How Could You Do That - Too Late To Be Fair Pt.2

Warnings: Cheating, 'details' of kissing, mentions of self doubt, emotional insecurity, swearing, panic attack kind of, let me know if anything else.

A/N: note there has been a small change in Part 1 - more specifically the line that mentions Beth’s ACL and her Mum…. Also lets ignore the big obvious timeline issue - just pretend Leah did her ACL in the past prior to the most recent one, that’s why Beth and Viv weren’t public/known yet (just go along with it lol). Also this did not go where I expected it to go, originally it was very different (which is why I made up a character, but while writing the plan changed it just kind of happened). Last but not least (so much to say lol) do you want a part 3?

Your eyes stared at the door so hard you could’ve burned a hole in the door, you had seen a photo, a photo of Leah kissing a girl, no let’s rephrase that, a photo of Leah making out very heavily with a random girl in a bar, you didn’t even know she went out, you knew she went to dinner thats why you were home and she wasn’t, but out, she hadn’t told you that, let alone the fact that she had plans to kiss a random girl in a bar.

The second you heard keys in the door you bolted up, as the door opened you crossed your arms and glared at her figure walking through.

“Hi baby, everything okay?” she asked clearly tipsy, you felt as though literal steam was coming out of your ears, you were so unbelievably mad at her, angry with her.

“I cant fucking believe you, after everything you said to me, just three days ago,”

“What are you on about?”

“Oh yeah, like you can fucking forget making out with someone. Probably happened under an hour ago right?”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh like that is a fucking excuse,” “Let me explain,” “There is nothing to explain, I know everything. You lied to me, honestly youre an impressive liar but thats not the fucking point. The fucking point is that three days ago you promised you were in this for the long run, that you weren’t like the others, that you would never hurt me. I believed you, I believed you were different Leah, I really did. But now we are standing here.” you stormed out the door and slammed it. Hot angry tears falling down your face, you jumped into your car and left, yet again finding yourself in the same position, driving to the one person you could actually trust.

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You knocked on Beth’s door, often you would just let yourselves into each other;s houses, but there was an extra car in the driveway.

“Beth,” you cried out as you knocked on the door again, more desperately.

“Y/N, coming, are you okay?” her words caused your hot angry tears to turn into big fat hurt tears.

“Shit, Y/N/N come here” Beth said as she opened the door, wrapping her arms around your body, she continued to hold you as she moved to sit on the couch with you “what happened?”.

“S-she k-kissed someone,” “who?” “L-Le-Leah, a-an” you just pulled out your phone and showed the photo.

“I’m going to fucking kill her.” Beth was furious, “I” you tried to speak but your words were choked by the sobs that racked your body, your hands shook for anger whilst the rest of your body shook from your sobs, your chest felt tight, your head felt foggy, “ It's okay. I’m here, I’ve got you. You’re okay,” with every passing minute you felt your chest grow tighter, until you were struggling to breath.

“Y/N, it's okay, can you try and take a deep breath for me?” you shook your head “Viv, can you grab my water bottle,” Viv came running out of Beth’s bedroom, freezing briefly as you both made eye contact before handing the bottle to Beth, and returning to the bedroom. Beth handed you the water bottle, her eyes still intently watching you, you knew what she wanted you to do, you took some small sips trying to regulate yourself slightly, “that's it, deep breath, in, 2, 3, 4, out ,2, 3, 4, again.” Beth’s gaze left you briefly as she turned to see Viv who was leaving, she gave Viv a sorry look before returning her focus back to you, you had calmed down more, you moved to lean against her side, Beth felt the slow shift in your breaths, going from rapid and uneven, to slow and even, she knew you were asleep, but she still didn't move, not wanting to leave you considering how vulnerable you were.

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“Y/N,” you heard Beth’s soft voice as she shook your body slightly, “I’m going to make dinner, thought you might want to sit and chat.” Sitting and chatting over dinner cooking was something you often did, both debriefing events in your lives over cooking a meal. One of you would cook and the other would sit and watch, you would talk, just about anything and everything.

“Yeah, sounds good, I’m just going to go to the bathroom quickly,” she nodded, before she made her way into the kitchen.

“I don't understand,” you said as you slid onto the kitchen bench.

“Honestly neither do I. I can't believe she did that, she made it seem like you were her whole world, I got a different vibe this time.”

“No, I don't understand why Viv was here” you ask, because in all fairness you didn’t, your words caused Beth to blush.

“I think we have more important things to discuss than that” “Like how you are absolutely torturing that meat,” she gave you a look, as you back of the bench, you playfully shoved her out of the way, and you switched positions, “or do you mean how my girlfriend had her tongue down the throat of a complete stranger,” “the second one”.

“I don’t know, I just don’t get it, can you grab the cream, she came in so sweet and innocent, I’ve seen her walk through that door when she needs to tell me something and that wasn't it. I don’t think she had plans to tell me.”

“So why was Viv here, we have discussed the more important thing now,” you smirked at Beth.

“I don’t, I just feel close to her, she is really nice, I think I might like her, but I’m not sure.”

“Never been the best at navigating our feelings have we Beth,”

“Hey, at least Dan broke up with me before her mouth was on others,” Beth noticed how your body tensed, “too soon?”

“Too soon?” you said as you nodded agreeing with her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she leant closer to you to pull you into a hug.

“Beth!” you screeched as some of her pasta fell out of her bowl onto your pants. “Oh sorry,” she said as she sat back up before using her fork to eat the bits of pasta off your leg, causing you both to fall into fits of laughter.

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“I mean she won’t even hear my side of the story, its like I’m speaking to a blank wall” Leah, your now ex said as the arsenal girls were out for dinner, a dinner you were absent for not wanting to have to face Leah or the awkwardness.

“Yeah because there is a photo of you making out with another girl in a bar, in addition to the fact you went with none of us and she didn’t even know you were going out out” Katie said.

“I told her, I regretted it the second I did it, the girl asked me if I wanted to go home with her and I said no I have a girlfriend I shouldn't be doing this.” Leah explained her side, trying to defend herself, she was right she had told you that, showing up the next day at Beth’s house, but you didn't believe her and just shut the door in her face to stop her talking.

“But Leah, you don't understand how many times people have done this to her, lulled her into a sense of security and then ripped the rug out from under her. How many times the other side of the story has been that they realised how much reassurance and love she needed and then left, and after what happened the other day I’m not surprised, you literally betrayed every single thing you said to her. Everything you said to her that night you threw out the window the second your lips touched that girl’s lips, let alone when your tongue went in.” Beth defended your honour.

“So the believing I don't love her won't go away, even with what I said the other night.”

“It gets better over time, I mean she doesn’t question me anymore but then again, I’ve never made out with a random girl at the bar just days after I told a girl she was my everything and I would never leave her or hurt her. A girl who is emotionally broken due to her childhood by the way.”

“So the insecurities will never go away, I don't know if I can handle that, always being questioned.” Leah continued, when she really shouldn’t have kept going on.

“Fucking hell Leah, you’re in the wrong here, and you’re concerned about your feelings in a relation with a girl who you have just completely destroyed. So no. No you won't have to handle that ever. If that’s how you are thinking, go. Go far away from her, never talk to her again, you can’t be thinking that.” Beth stood up, and turned away from the table before turning back to Leah, “How have you gone from this girl being your entire world to oh it might be too much overnight, or was it not overnight have you just been leading her on, using her until you could find your next girlfriend.” Beth stormed out, so glad that you weren't there, she now knows how Leah really felt, but also she didn't know what might’ve happened if you were there.

“You’re never talking to her again, I’m not letting her near you.” Beth said as she marches through the door of her apartment.

“Why” you paused the TV, standing up and walking over to her.

“She said she didn't know if she could deal with your constant questioning of yourself and her,” “What?” “She asked if you not 100% believing her would go away, I’m sorry” Beth’s voice broke with her last two words, she just couldn’t believe how many people had done this, and now one of her close friends, she just couldn't understand why they were doing it, you were perfect, smart, caring, talented, pretty and so much more, briefly Beth was wrapped up by her thoughts before she heard you sniff, she quickly escaped her thoughts as she saw a tear rolled down your cheek, followed by many more, they were small soft tears, tears coming from a very deep down broken place. Beth went to hug you, but you pulled away, just had just received confirmation that people really did believe your insecurities and hurt and trauma were a burden, even if they didn't say it to your face.

“No, I’m a burden, don’t worry, I know you would much rather be doing something else.” you began to walk away but Beth grabbed your hand, stopping you, before pulling you back, the action causing your body to collide with hers, causing you to be pressed up against her front, you could feel her warm breath on your cheek. A rush of something ran through you, the feeling unknown but in a good way. Her fingers intertwined with yours, she wiped your tears with her other hand, before it found a place on your lower hip, fitting perfectly. Her eyes darted from yours to your lips and back to yours, you hadn't pulled away yet, you didn't want to, but you didn’t have feelings for each other right.

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futfemfantasies · 1 year

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Secret Bows \\ leah williamson x reader (My Queen pt 2)

Every time Viv sees you she bows. On the field? Bows. Passing by in the hallway? Bows. You have a record on your phone that tells you how many times Viv has bowed to you since you started working at Arsenal, and boy was it a lot. You turn the corner and notice Viv walking towards you. You see her start to bend down but you give her a stern look and she stands up straight away. As you walk past her, Viv mumbles an apology. You walk out the double doors to the rare appearing English sun. You spot Leah instantly and she does the same. Leah finishes tying her boots before jogging over to you. You both give each other a tight hug after not seeing each other that morning due to you having to go in earlier. After a short conversation, Leah got called over and you went over to the cameras that were set up. You start taking some action shots before you pull out your work phone and take some videos for the Arsenal Instagram.

About an hour later, you see Katie walk up to you while you were checking the photos you took previously. You greet the Irish captain and she asks if you have any good photos. You show her a couple when you both hear the whistle from Jonas but Katie doesn’t move.

“I’ve finished my training for another 30 minutes” You nod at her and get back to focusing the camera.

“Do you want to take some photos? I’m gonna go over and take some videos for Instagram” You ask and the Irish woman nods quickly. You show her the basics and leave her to it.

You move away and closer to the team to take the photos and videos for the fans, knowing they love seeing the team train. Looking over at Katie, she nods you over and when you arrive, mentions she has the perfect photo. You look at it and give Katie a side hug in appreciation. You notice the girls are finishing up with some stretches so you decide to start packing the cameras away and start editing some photos. You close the now dead laptop and at the same time, familiar, muscular arms wrap around your shoulders and soft kisses are placed on your cheek. You turn your head and to see your red faced, sweat covered girlfriend. You shrug her off, claiming she was too sweaty and needed a shower. Leah exclaimed that you weren’t complaining last night and now you were the red faced one. Leah waits with you as you put the last lenses in your bag. You pick up all the bags and doing so allows you to show off your muscles you’ve been working on at the gym recently. Leah’s eyes pop out of her head as she looks at you up and down, slightly biting her lip. You ask Leah a question but realise she isn’t next to you. One look back at Leah and you laugh. You nod her over and you watch Leah jog over to you to catch up. Now that you know one of Leah’s weaknesses, you’re definitely going to use this to your advantage.

You and Leah walk back to the rest of the team when Viv bows to you, in front of everyone. You again, give her a stern look and the whole team are confused on what they just saw. A few girls asked what it was all about and you remember they don’t know about you. You look beside you at Leah and she gives you a reassuring smile. You explain the reason Viv just bowed at you and some of the girls are in shock while others are asking a bunch of questions.

“Okay girls, how about this, you all can come over later and you can ask all the questions you want?” Most girls agree but a few decline as they have family plans.

On your way home, you pick up some snacks to entertain the majority of the team with a plan to order take out later on. When you arrive home, you notice Leah leaning on her car waiting for you. She looked up and walked over to you with the little swagger walk she has. You have to pinch yourself to remind yourself that she’s all yours.

“Need help there baby?” You nod and Leah takes a few bags from you, now flexing her muscles.

You do exactly what Leah did earlier and she looks back at you to unlock the door. You race up the stairs and unlock the door, causing Leah to put the kinda heavy bags on the kitchen counter. Leah helps you to put the food away before expressing she’s going to shower.

“I’m going to have a shower babe. Whether you join me or not is your choice” Leah says as she looks over her shoulder, biting her lip slightly.

After a relaxing and pleasurable shower, Leah decided to text the girls your address and to dress comfy. You and Leah start making up the platters when you feel arms around your waist. You turn in Leah’s arms to see her looking at you like you hung all the stars in the night sky.

“Why are you looking at me like that baby?” You question.

“I just love you so much and appreciate you my love, that’s all”

You don’t respond, well not verbally anyway. You cup both of Leah’s cheeks in your hands and kiss her passionately. You feel Leah’s hand tighten around your waist and pull you closer into her.

“You, Leah Williamson, are everything I dreamt of as a little girl. You’re my whole world, universe and more. I love you more than you know” Leah’s eyes started to water then a single tear fell onto your fingers. You wipe away her tears with the pads of your thumbs and kiss all around her face, causing the slightly older girl to giggle.

You get pulled out of your bubble by several and hard knocks on your door. You race over and open it to see Katie, Steph and Caitlin with most of the team behind them. You invite everyone in and everyone starts getting drinks before either sitting on the couch, chairs or the cushions on the floor. After having some snacks and talking about the upcoming game, everyone who had questions asked them and surprisingly most of them were to show yourself in your most formal attire. You project your phone to the TV but before you do you turn to Viv who’s cuddled up to Beth on the love seat.

“Viv, you have to promise not to bow to the TV okay? Or I post that photo Katie took at training today” You lightly threaten the forward and she nods before you explain the photos in the screen.

Weirdly enough, all the girls were really into it. After the last photo, you disconnect your phone and decided to post the photo Katie took of Viv clearly bowing to you on your personal instagram story with the caption ‘#278 and counting 🫠’. You chuckle before locking your phone and spending time with your girlfriend and friends. Just as you and Leah finish order the huge pizza and Chinese order, you hear your fellow Dutch counterpart yell across the room.

“Y/N I’m going to kill you!”

Viv learnt her lessons the hard way, on why she shouldn’t bow down to you ever again.

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leilakisakabiri · 8 months

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Haunted House (Gavi)

Summary: You’re Gavi’s hometown friend and connect after months apart. One thing leads to another and soon you’re acting a little too friendly in a haunted house.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Surprise it’s me! I’ve missed you guys so much. Here’s a draft I had from a while ago. I heard there was a little Gavi drought so I’m here to provide. Also working on new stuff right now. Getting to requests soon!

Word Count: 2k+

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“Oh my god, you’ve grown so much!” You exclaimed, hugging Gavi as you got off the train.

“Shut up Y/n. You saw me last summer.”

“No seriously. Last time you were down here.” You retorted, moving your hand down near your shoulder to show how short he once was.

He let out a dry laugh, “Haha. Well, I’m still taller than you.”

“By an inch. And I’m a girl!”

“Wow I thought you were all about feminism Y/n wha-,”

You hit his shoulder in annoyance, cutting him off, “Not like that! I mean I’m on the taller side for girls, and you’re on the..” you trailed off a smile taking over your face as you saw him give you the dirtiest side-eye.

It was October in Barcelona and Autumn was in full swing. The wind wrapped around the both of you as you walked, the leaves falling encompassing the city in shades of orange and brown. The air was crisp, and the smell of hazelnut and toffee wafted through the air from various street vendors.

You finally approached your destination and you let out a squeal seeing how massive it was, “Holy shit I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bigger haunted house!”

You felt Gavi stiffen beside you, “Yeah it looked a lot smaller in the photos.”

You turned to look at him, eyes gleaming, “Oh c’mon tell me you’re not scared.”

“Pfft. What no way!”

You narrowed your eyes at him but let it slide.

“Let’s go.” You said grabbing his wrist and pulling him along with you.

Once you had made it through the queue and got your tickets, the reality of the situation began to set it in.

The two of you were at Barcelona’s scariest and most famous haunted house. In years past attendees had fled the property saying they were too shocked and mentally scarred to recall what they saw. People had speculated for years that those customers had been paid off, and you believed it, now, however, standing in front of the gloomy house you were beginning to realize there could have been some truth to the story after all.

You were always a big fan of anything scary – after all Halloween was your favorite holiday for a reason. You were known in your friend group as the only one that would willingly watch horror movies, and play ‘supernatural’ games, always interested in the slightly darker things in life. However, even you, who could handle all of that, were a wee bit scared of the haunted house in front of you.

It was one thing to watch movies where you could predict what was going to happen, and yell at the main character through the screen, but to actually live through it, where someone could jump out at you around every turn was a little unnerving.

Especially since you were going with Gavi, someone who was notoriously known for avoiding those types of things at all costs. The only reason Gavi had agreed to come with you was because he had been asking you to come to Barcelona for weeks and this was the only way you would make the trip up. A compromise you could say. But now even you were wishing you took up Gavi’s offer to go to the aquarium instead.

The worker operating the front of the house called you over, pulling you from your thoughts.

“2?” He asked.

You both nodded, and he opened the door allowing you to enter.

You were greeted with a vast entry room with ceilings extending about 30 feet up and walls covered in cobwebs. The only light source was a barely there candlelight flickering in and out.

The monitor in front of you started playing. It explained the rules of the haunted house, and you felt yourself become more nervous once they started talking about the former customers they had tormented hard enough into leaving.

Suddenly the monitor cut off, leaving only the candlelight as a light source. You both watched as a new door creaked open.

You felt your palms begin to sweat.

You both stood rooted in place.

“Gavi,” You finally spoke, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m kind of scared.”

Gavi whipped his head to look at you, panic already visible in his eyes, “Wait what?! Don’t say that Y/n, I’m already scared! You said you liked haunted houses!” He exclaimed.

You pursed your lips, “I usually do, but I feel on edge.”

The candlelight flickered off, leaving the two of you in complete darkness aside from the green glow of the open door.

“Oh shit Y/n I knew this was a bad idea. Fuck, what do we-?”

He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before a man with a chainsaw and a painted clown face jumped at him, sending the boy into overdrive.

He screamed, hands scrambling to grab your body as he rushed forward into the green glow, desperate to escape the killer clown.

Gavi’s scream set you into a fit of laughter, and you let yourself be tugged by him, too weak from laughing to stop him.

“Joder I swear I just went into cardiac arrest.” He said letting go of you and catching his breath.

You contained your laughter, only a few giggles escaping, beginning to feel at ease again now that the haunted house had officially begun.

“At least the first scare out of the way! The first one is always the scariest!” You said brightly walking forward, further into the house.

You felt him mutter something behind you, probably about how you were such a good friend for caring so much about him, but you didn’t give it a second thought too engrossed in the house.

You continued walking as random creatures jumped out of broken windows and walls trying to grab you, but you were quick to sidestep them. You noticed Gavi walking extremely close behind you to the point where you were sure that if you let your foot rest for a second longer on the ground he would step on it.

You finally stopped when you could feel him breathing down your neck, the little puffs of warm air sending tingles down your spine.

“Y/n don’t make fun of me but I’m kinda scared.”

You just stared at him.

“Ok maybe really scared. This isn’t good for me you know, I have training I can’t be getting my blood pressure up like this.” He persisted.

You groaned, “Oh my god – fine just hold my hand.” You tried to remain annoyed but you couldn’t stop the flutter in your stomach when his warm hand enveloped yours.

You stared at each other and you debated saying something before the moment was cut short by Gavi’s shrill scream, having gotten scared by an actor that jumped out of the wall.

You pulled him along with you as you entered a vortex tunnel with a faulty bridge.

“Nope. No way, I’m going to have an aneurysm.” Gavi spoke once seeing the path, trying to pull his hand away but you held on tighter.

“There’s only one way to go. Just close your eyes and give me your other hand.” You argued.

He groaned but did as he was told, “I hate you.” He muttered as you moved to grab his other hand and put both over your shoulders standing in front of him.

“Oh please you love me.” You smirked, starting to make your way through the tunnel.

He didn’t answer but you felt his grip on your hands tighten and you smiled softly.

You were almost done with the tunnel when you abruptly stopped causing Gavi to run into you.

“Why are we stopping?” He asked.

You bit your lip, not wanting to admit the truth.

“What? Is it that scary?” He questioned opening his eyes.

“I don’t see anything?”

“There’s a bird.” You whispered, eyes never leaving the small bird flying manically around the hallway, seemingly trying to find its way out after getting trapped.

“Y/n Don’t tell me you’re still afraid of birds.” Gavi shook his head smiling.

You sneered, “Of course I am. Those things are demonic.”

He rolled his eyes at your antics.

You had been terrified of birds since the day you were born, anything that could fly, peck, and chase you scared the shit out of you. And now the fact that a bird was flying around frantically, in an enclosed space, that you had to walk through- oh shit, you were going to die here because there was no way you were walking past that bird on your own free will.

“Please keep moving.” An operator’s voice sounded.

You groaned, putting your head in your hands as you decided what to do.

“Y/n we have to go.” Gavi urged, attempting to move you forward but you stood still.

“Just give me a second.”

“Here I’ll hold you, ok? That way the bird can’t get to your eyes. Only mine.” Gavi spoke.

You laughed at his weak excuse for a joke, weighing your options, “Fine but if that thing even touches me I’m shoving you into it and running.”

Gavi smiled down at you as he wrapped an arm around you, “Oh Y/n what a sweetheart you are.”

You stuck your tongue out at him before curling into him, snuggling your face into the side of his sweater, and squeezing your eyes shut so the bird couldn’t claw them out.

He wrapped both arms around you, shielding your head and shoulders from the bird.

You felt the birds squawking get closer and pulled him even closer, “I got you linda relax.”

His voice was soft in your ear, and you focused your attention on him and the beating of his heart rather than the manic bird two inches away.

Once the threat had been cleared you lifted your head in disbelief, “You’re alive! I can’t believe it, I thought for sure the bird would have had one of your eyes at least.”

He gasped at you, his arms loosening around you, as he dropped one, the other sliding to rest on your waist, “Oh please. It wasn’t even bad, poor birdie just couldn’t find the exit.”

“Yeah poor birdie.” You muttered sarcastically.

The rest of the haunted house passed uneventfully, and thankfully there were no more jump scares, saving Gavi from the cardiac arrest he claimed would be happening any day now.

Gavi’s hand stayed around your waist for the remainder of the house and while you could lie and say it was because he was still scared, you knew that the way he was holding you and the way you were leaning into him was a little too friendly to just be because of ‘nerves’.

Once you got to the outside world again you moved away from him, your eyes adjusting to the light.

“Well, thanks for coming with me Gavi.” You said, feeling grateful that your blush had faded when you were still in the dark.

“Woah this again! What’s with Gavi?” He asked you, an irritated look on his face.

Your eyebrows rose in shock, “That’s your name?” You asked confused about why he seemed annoyed.

“No I’m Pablo.” He said referring to the name that nearly no one called him anymore.

“Pretty sure the whole country knows you as Gavi estupido.” You rolled your eyes, hand coming up to hit his head playfully.

Gavi grabbed your hand, squeezing it, “Yeah but to you, I’m Pablo, ok?” His voice was sincere, and his eyes were shiny and bright.

You gave him a puzzled look, but still squeezed back, “Ok.”

You went to drop your hands, but he caught you by surprise again, holding yours firmly, “I think I like this better. My hand’s a little cold. You know it being fall and all.”

You smiled biting the inside of your cheek to not give yourself away, stay cool Y/n!

You nodded at him, “Oh for sure. Can’t have Barca’s golden boy falling sick.”

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brighter-by-the-daly · 5 months

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Millie Bright x Reader

Part Two: Lover’s Auction

Millie’s perspective:

Sam grabbed my arm holding it out straight to display the phone number that was still visible on my skin, I’d scrubbed at it in the shower this morning which made it fade a little but was still clearly readable. I knew training would be a show and tell this morning so tried to cover it with a long sleeve under top, but in a blind haze after a rigorous training session I mindlessly pulled up the sleeves. “What’s this then Mills, you cheating on me?” the Aussie joked as I tried to pull the top back down to cover the writing, of course my friend wouldn’t let me as she continued with her probing questions. “I knew you were hiding something, you never wear long sleeves!” her voice became loud and squeaky in excitement, the way that it does when she’s making fun of me. “It’s just a phone number!” the enquiry made the smirk on my face hard to hide as it’s been years since my last relationship, I was kinda hopeful that this might lead to something good. “Is this what that dorky smile on your face has been about all day?” Sam poked my ribs as the commotion drew Erin nearer to the drama that followed us around everywhere. “Is it a giiiirlll?” Sam continued to tease until I broke my cover. “Maybeee” I couldn’t contain my smile at admitting it as I felt my cheeks grow a warmer shade of red. “Well, you gotta tell us all about it, weren’t you at that function last night?” they linked their arms together as they skipped back into the changing room, dragging me along with them. I didn’t have a choice but tell them all about the girl I had met last night at some random charity event I didn’t even want to go to - not if I wanted to get out of here alive anyway! They couldn’t believe she hates Chelsea and didn’t have a clue who I was! I said that maybe that’s for the best, since the World Cup it’s hard to find someone who doesn’t know who I am and it could be refreshing to not be on edge about ulterior motives. A lot of people I meet only want me for my money or to get into places for free, there tends to be people out there that think I earn a lot more money than I actually do, I’m able to live comfortably but still have to watch the pennies and save for the things I really want. Packing up my gear to leave my phone lit up with a message, “is that her?!” Erin pulled my arm in her direction as they peered over to look for a photo that wasn’t there, I explained they would have to wait and see what happens before I expose the identity behind the phone number. My friends made their annoyance known through loud groans as I left to go home, “bye sweeties!” I waved sarcastically leaving them in the lurch.

Your perspective:

The sun rise shining through your bedroom window made your eyelashes flutter open, shielding the sun from your eyes you squinted at the clock to see it was barely 8am. Mascara stained your hands as you rubbed your eyes, annoyed that you’d forgotten to do your skin care routine when your got home last night. Tapping your phone to light up the notifications you noticed a text from an unfamiliar number, “hello pretty girl, hope your head isn’t too sore!” You guessed it was from Millie but pulled the shirt she’d written her number on from under the bed to double check before replying which lead into texting all morning. Opening Google to search the footballer you noticed she was telling the truth - she is a defender for England and Chelsea! Looking at a few photos you had an epiphany and realised last night wasn’t the first time you had seen Millie. Wrapped in your duvet you shuffled to the sofa and re-downloaded episodes of Eastenders that you’d deleted from the Sky box, spotting the familiar blonde a few weeks ago on The One Show. Sending her a picture of the TV screen you laughed to yourself.

Y: knew that wasn’t the first time I’ve seen you! 🤭

M: you didn’t recognise me? 😂

Y: well no, my recording of Eastenders caught the last few minutes of it… I fast forwarded 🙈

M: Charming! 😳

Y: Next time you’re on TV, I’ll record it. Happy? 😇

M: Why don’t you come watch instead, I’ve got a game tomorrow?

Y: Oh.. idk, I haven’t watched football for two decades 😕

M: That’s okay, you record it then, you don’t have to watch 😘

Y: I’ll think about it 😉

Millie said she was off to training but would like to see you again, inviting you on a date tonight and saying she’ll pick you up on her way home. The next time you heard from her was when she called you walking out of the training ground. You’d barely said two words to each other before being interrupted by some of her teammates, “is that her!”, “let’s say hi!” you heard from down the phone. Millie groaned “bugger off guys! Stop embarrassing me!” she yelled making you pull the phone away from your ear as she argued with them, reluctantly telling you that they wanted to say hi and held the phone out towards them against her will. One grabbed her arm to pull the phone up to her mouth as the other tapped the speaker button. “Hi Millie’s girlfriend!” an Aussie accent called as you heard the phone be pulled away by another person. Millie could be heard in the background loudly contesting what was happening, “what’s your name, Millie won’t tell us!” a Scottish accent asked, you laughed and told them as they screeched with glee, there was a lot going on even if you couldn’t see them – the noises coming through the phone sounded like they were being attacked; the rummaging and fumbling of the phone between different hands, the laughs of the two girls and Millie getting more and more irate before hearing heavy footsteps run away. “Errgh, sorry they’re a nightmare!” she groaned then told you that was her best friends at the club Sam and Erin, usually Guro is around too but she’s injured and not at training today. “I haven’t told them you’re my girlfriend don’t panic, they just saw your number on my arm” she insisted as she threw her bags into the boot of the car and you heard the door slam shut. “Okay, I’m safe now. I’ll come pick you up.”

Waiting outside your house as she arrived you clambered into her car, “hey girlfriend” you joked as Millie’s cheeks turned bright red. “How’s the hangover?” she asked, shifting into first gear and pulling away. “Better for seeing you, where we going?” The blonde asked whether you had to be home by a certain time, you didn’t have work the next day so you were free to spend as long as you wanted with her and as long as she wanted you! It was mid afternoon and she was being very secretive about where she was taking you, knowing it wasn’t going to be a quick date when she joined the motorway heading towards Essex, you know the journey well but didn’t let on that you had an idea of where she was taking you. The longer you drove the more you were certain about where she was going, looking out of the window you saw how the scenery had changed since you were a little girl, the last time you drove this route was with dad in 2003. It’s like you remember every bump in the road, counting the bridges until you got to your destination, your mind fell back into that routine of counting the bridges until you reached the coast. Millie must have realised you had spaced out, placing a comforting hand on your thigh when you pulled into the seaside town and asked if you were okay. Smiling and nodding you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, you were right with the destination – Southend-on-Sea.

You walked hand in hand along the seafront, rode the train along the pier and shared chips on the beach while watching the sunset. You talked non-stop about yourselves that it felt like you’d know each other for years, not less than 24 hours! After eating your chips you took a wander down the beach towards the sea, kicking off your shoes Millie followed suite as you dipped your toes into the water. When the sky started to turn to pink hues she asked you the question you knew was going to come up sooner or later, “what were you thinking about in the car.. when you went quiet?” You took a deep breath before replying, “I used to play for Southend Girls” you said, plunging the conversation into a long silent pause. “I didn’t know that” Millie responded cautiously, anxiously looking down and playing with her thumb ring. Her response caused you to chuckle lightly, “how the hell could you have known that?” pushing her further into the sea so the cuffs of her rolled up jeans got a little wet. “Hey!” she shouted trying to drag you in with her but you were quick and slipped your arm from her grip, running back up the beach as she chased you. Seeing the lights of the arcades still glowing you kept running, stopping at a bench by the road before going any further to swipe the sand from your feet and replace your shoes as you waited for your date to join you. “You’re quick!” she puffed, breathless from the unexpected sprint. You asked her favourite game in the arcades as you took her hand and lead her to the cash machine, pulling your purse out to feed a £50 note into the machine so it spat out £1s in return. Splitting the money between two pots you handed hers over, “did you just put a fifty in there?!” seemingly astonished at the amount you were willing to waste on 2p machines! “It’d cost about that in petrol” you shrugged, seeing it as a fair swap, she drove and you pay for the plastic tat you’re about to win together! Millie darted straight to the basketball machine and you set yourself up at a 2p machine nearby so you could watch her top rise above her hips to show a little skin when she took her shots. It felt like she spent forever on that machine, glancing over to you every now and again between games as the tickets piled up at her feet. You floated between machines, collecting your prizes and tickets until you felt her arms wrap around you and her chin balance on the crown of your head. “Are you winning?” she asked, peering into your prize pot that was almost full, “there’s more in here!” you laughed, opening your bag to show off all your useless prizes. You had so much fun in the arcades but before you left you had to have a battle on the dance machine and swap your tickets for sweets to share on the journey home, you didn’t want the date to end!

Stumbling out of the arcade in fits of laughter and a handbag full of prizes the sky had turned dark, you wondered if Millie would suggest going home but she didn’t, instead spotting a pub close by that seemed lively and went to have a closer look, “there’s a band playing in there!” she chimed excitedly. It was The Chinneries, one of your old haunts as a teenager, you’d jump on the train and meet your friends to go and watch different bands nearly every month. As Millie spoke to the bouncer, you skimmed the posters on the wall and noticed that playing tonight is one of your old favourite bands. “Are there any tickets left?” you called over as Millie nodded in response, “can we go in?” she nodded again, reaching out her hand for you to run over and take. Shuffling into the small bar you stood near the back, you’d entered around the half way mark of their set and shuffled around the people to be able to order a drink. Millie was much taller than you and could easily see over people’s heads but made sure she found a space that you could enjoy the show from too. Right after you got comfortable they started to play one of your favourite songs, screaming in excitement you immediately started bouncing up and down singing the words at the top of your lungs. Millie had never heard of them before but she enjoyed watching you be happy, posting a short video of the back of you to her Instagram story with “she’s cute” written over the top. You couldn’t be identified by the video as it was just the back of you singing with your arm in the air but it made you happy when you spotted it on her insta later that night.

“I think this has been the best first date I’ve ever had Mills!” you gushed walking out of the pub, it was getting late and you really should be heading home soon. “Ohhhh, pet names already!” her voice squeaky and high pitch as she shoved herself into your side jokingly. Your hand slipped easily into hers when she draped her arm over your shoulder, crossing your arm over your chest to keep hold of her hand. “I agree.. (y/n/n)” teasingly using your nickname too. You asked who she was playing tomorrow and what time when you were driving home, you were astonished that you still found stuff to talk about! Her hand was on your thigh the entire drive and when you pulled up in front of your house the anticipation of whether you were going to kiss or not was overwhelming. You desperately wanted to but didn’t want to rush things, the date had been perfect and all the signs were there that Millie really liked you but you wouldn’t know for certain until.. “can I kiss you?” her soft words interrupted your overthinking.

The engine was purring as she unclipped your seatbelt, nodding your head gently as hers came closer, stroking your fringe behind your ear her hand lingered to cup your cheek as your lips touched in the softest entanglement. You could feel the goosebumps raise on your arms as your eyelashes fluttered against her skin, her nose grazing yours as the kiss sealed off a perfect day. “I’d love to see you again” she whispered, her forehead pressed softly against yours. Her blue eyes gazing deeply into your soul, willing you to answer her. “Me too, I’ll take you out next time” leaning forward to peck her lips one last time before leaving. Entering the home you share with your dad he was already at the front door waiting to hear all about your date. You’re still not convinced that he didn’t set this up on purpose but you’re thankful that the events at the auction had lead to a dark time in your life actually bringing you joy.

Part Three

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helloo~ I had this thought, idol!ot6 x college student!s/o.

The scenario would be their s/o’s graduation and because of their tight schedule they couldn’t be there when it started but made it barely on time before their s/o gets on the stage. Fluffy ending after the graduation where they’re like talking and it would just be really cute like “I didn’t think you’d show up” 😭😭💝 I’m not sure if I explained this well, English isn’t my first language

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Helloo don't worry you explained it well :)

All members ¡ * o * ¡

Summary: Xdinary Heroes surprising you at your graduation. (idol au)

WC:~1.4k

Warning:none

photo not mine credit to owner.

Gunil

There was a slight burn in Gunil’s lungs as he rushed to your graduation. His hair was slightly disheveled as he found his seat with your family.

“I didn’t miss them right?”

“Y/n L/n!” Right as Gunil asked your name was called to walk across the stage. He cheers embarrassingly loud for you. Although his embarrassingly loud cheers are a good thing because they direct your attention over to him. Revealing to you that he was able to see you graduate after all. The bright smile on your face may be more for the fact that Gunil is here rather than your happiness for finally graduating.

At the end of the ceremony you're rushing through the crowd looking for your family and Gunil. You feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see Gunil standing there. Wasting no time you throw yourself into Gunil’s arms. Gunil wraps his arms around your frame, picks you up and spins you around.

“I’m so proud of you!” he tells you, setting you down.

“You said you couldn’t make it,” you say, putting his hands on his chest. He grabs your hands in his, bringing them to his mouth, he leaves little kisses on them.

“I couldn’t miss your graduation. I got on a plane last night and came directly from the airport,” he informs.

“Thank you,” you said. The two of you share another embrace while your family snaps photos of you two.

Jungsu

He was cutting a lot closer than he wanted to. Granted his initial thought was that there was no way he could make your graduation no matter how much he wanted to, so he knows that the fact he was even able to make it was a miracle. He must’ve only taken five steps into the place the ceremony was being held when he heard your name being called. He couldn’t have felt prouder as he watched you walk across the stage. Seeing your face as you collected your diploma made all the hassle of getting there worth it.

“Congratulations!” Jungsu came up behind you with flowers as you were talking with some friends after the ceremony.

“Jungsu! What are you doing here? Don’t you have a schedule to be at right now?” Jungsu smiled.

“I found a way to make it work. As if I could miss your graduation.” He held out the flowers gesturing for you to take them. Right when his arms are free from the flowers he pulls you into a hug. “I did a good job at surprising you right?” he asked, resting his head on top of yours. You nodded and used your free hand to wrap around his waist.

“I was gonna call you later to show you my diploma, but this is so much better,” you told him.

“Come on, let’s go take some pictures.” You didn’t really need pictures though you were definitely always gonna remember this moment.

Gaon/Jiseok

Jiseok walked as quietly, but also as quickly as he could to not disturbed the ongoing ceremony.

“Y/n L/n.” He heard your name being announced right when he sat down next to your parents.

“Perfect timing,” your mom joked. Jiseok chuckled, but he was actually feeling very relieved. He really didn’t want to miss such a big day for you. He watches you walk across the stage in awe. A part of him wonders if this is how you feel when you see him up on stage. He felt so incredibly proud of you. All of your hard work has paid off.

Jiseok stood hiding behind your parents after the ceremony had ended.

“Y/n we have a surprise for you,” your dad tells you.

“What is it?” you asked. Looking around you didn’t see anything obvious.

“Me! Surprise!” Jiseok popped out from behind your parents.

“Jiseok! What are you doing here? I thought you couldn’t make it,” you say. Jiseok comes up to you, taking your hands.

“I couldn’t, but I figured out how to make it happen at the last minute,” he smiles. He used your link hands to pull you into a hug. “Congratulations, I’m so proud of you,” he whispered into your ear.

“Thank you and thank you for coming,” you said. “And you two knew?” You pulled away to look at your parents.

“He called me an hour before the ceremony saying he was on his way and we thought it would be a nice surprise,” your mom tells you.

“It is,” you smile.

O.de/Seungmin

Seugmin’s strides were long as he rushed to the place of your graduation. The second his schedule that was keeping him from attending your graduation got canceled he went running to make it to you in time. It seems like time was actually on his side cause right when he entered the venue he heard your name being called. He was just in time to see you make your way across the stage and collect your diploma. His eyes shone bright as he watched you. This was definitely worth the soreness he would feel in his legs tomorrow.

“We just graduated why do you look sad y/n?” your friend questioned.

“I’m not sad. I’m really happy. I just wish that Seungmin could have been here-”

“I am.” You heard an all too familiar voice right next to your ear.

“Seungmin!” you yelled, turning around and jumping into his arms. Seungmin laughs wholeheartedly.

“Are you that happy to see me?” he asked playfully.

“Of course I am, but how?” you pulled away from the hug to look at him.

“My schedule got canceled, so I came running. I got here just in time.”

“So, you saw?” Seungmin nods.

“I saw you get your diploma,” he says.

“Thank you. It must’ve been hard,” you said.

“One hundred percent worth it. I’m glad that I got to be here too.” He pulls you in to kiss your head.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Even though you said that you understood that Hyeongjun couldn’t attend your graduation it still greatly bothered Hyeongjun. He really wanted to be there for you when you graduated. There were some days he hated being an idol. His tight schedule keeping him away from you made one of those days today. However it seemed that luck might have been on his side because one of his schedules got moved.

Hyeongjun couldn’t have been happier standing with your family as he hears your name get called. He felt so proud of you and seeing you walk across the stage almost seemed like a dream. It felt like a dream for you too when you looked over to where you knew your family was and saw Hyeongjun no standing there with them.

“When did you get here?” you asked rushing to Hyeongjun once the ceremony was over.

“Right before you got called,” he tells you.

“But how? Aren’t you supposed to be in another country?” you partially laughed.

“Our schedule got moved and I was able to catch a flight just in time,” he explained.

“I’m so glad that you’re here.” You snaked your arms around his torso.

“Me too,” he hugs you back.

“You’re glad that we’re here too right?” one of your family members joked. You laughed while pulling away from Hyeongjun.

“Yes, I’m glad you guys are here too.”

Jooyeon

“Jooyeon, it's just not possible. I know it sucks, but y/n said they understand right?” Jungsu told his disheartened member.

“But it’s their graduation.” Jooyeon couldn’t miss your graduation. He swore that he would find a way to attend it somehow.

Find a way, Jooyeon did. His lungs hate him and he doesn’t even want to think about how his legs are gonna feel tomorrow, but none of that matters right now. Right now all that matters is Jooyeon made it in time to hear your name being called and to see you walk across the stage. He is too busy having a “That’s my significant other” moment to care about anything else.

“Surprise!” Jooyeon shouted, coming up and embracing you in a back hug.

“Jooyeon!” You looked over your shoulder at him in disbelief.

“Yeah, I made it,” he says.

“How?” you questioned, turning around in his hold.

“A magician never reveals their secrets,” he smirked, you chuckled.

“I guess it doesn’t matter how. I am really happy that you’re here,” you say, holding his hand.

“So am I. I really didn’t want to miss it,” he said. “Here, I got you flowers.” He gives you the slightly crushed bouquet.

“Thank you.” You take the bouquet from him.

“So your boyfriend did show up?” One of your friends playfully comments as they walk by you.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” Jooyeon stated and you both know he meant it.

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hoedamn-eron · 3 months

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baby, please - part 22 (finale)

Holy shit...now what?

Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of unsupportive family members. Thanks again to the Sims for determining the outcome of this pregnancy. Mentions of breast feeding (a fed baby is a happy baby, no matter where it comes from!). Mentions of being in pain and on pain killers (C-section). Hospital setting but it's not too obvious. Mention of drinking wine. Like one swear word. Not proofread (what a surprise). Word count: 4,256 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

This is it! The last chapter! Thank you again to everyone who has read, commented, and reblogged any parts of this fic along the way, even when I took a 3 month break. It's been an experience writing this, but I've enjoyed every second of it 😊

Also, the poll figures showed that you mostly thought the twins would be girls!

Part 21 ● Series Masterlist

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the sting in your abdomen from your Caesarean wound and fresh stitches, where the painkillers were starting to wear off.

The second thing you notice is that it’s still dark outside, meaning it’s either very late at night, or very early in the morning.

The third thing you notice is, although it’s dark out, your room is softly illuminated by a small lamp in one corner of the room. You see Santi sat in the chair in the corner, looking down at the bundle in his arms, who was sleeping soundly, the second bundle sleeping equally as soundly in the plastic hospital bassinet by you.

You slowly sit up in your bed, hissing at the pain in your abdomen. You see Santi from the corner of your eye look over at you, his brow furrowed in concern. “Do you need me to call for a doctor?” he whispered, still sounding too loud in the quiet room.

You shake your head. “No, I’m okay.” Santi nods at you before turning back to the baby in his arms. You watch them for a minute, a fond smile on your face before you ask, “Is she okay?”

Santi gives his own smile before nodding. “She was fussing a little, but she went right back to sleep.”

You nod, looking at your new family.

Your daughters (daughters!) came into the world screaming and kicking. Isabela María, named after Santi’s mother, was born at 7:03pm, weighing 5lbs and 7oz. Her identical sister, Jasmine Terese, followed no more than six minutes later, entering the world at 7:09pm at 6lbs exactly. Dr Montgomery was impressed with their weights and sang your praises as she held them over the partition to show you each time, and they were the most perfect things you had ever seen. You had immediately burst into tears as soon as you saw the two of them.

They both had a head of dark hair, thanks to their daddy, and even as they scrunched their little faces as they cried, you thought they were the most beautiful things to have ever graced your life. Once they were measured and checked over, and wrapped up in some blankets, Dr Montgomery had them brought over to you and Santiago (who had been quietly sobbing to himself, but you’ll pretend you never noticed until the day you died).

The next hour or so was a blur to you as you were stitched up and the twins were taken away to the NICU for monitoring, to see how well they were breathing. With some reassurance from yourself that you would be fine, Santi never left the girls’ sides, keeping a watch over them. You saw him sneak some photos of the girls on his phone, looking like a proud dad.

You were wheeled out of theatre and were heading back to you room where you sent a text message to your friends, explaining that your babies were sent for monitoring. Santi was with them, and if they wanted to wait, they could, but it might be better for them to come back tomorrow. Your friends came to see you anyway, just for a few minutes, where Beth was FaceTiming Gabrielle to keep her in the loop.

As soon as Beth and Courtney saw you, they burst into tears, making their way over to you and enveloping you in a hug, telling you how proud they were of you and how amazing you did. You fought back tears of your own, telling them that you had had girls, which they both somehow cried even harder at, commenting on how you were all convinced you were having boys.

After some more fussing, and Courtney gathering her things, they promised that they’d be back the next day to meet them, and they would bring you some food from home because they knew how terrible hospital food was. You give them a goodbye, telling them to let Santi’s friends know that he wasn’t going to be out for a while, to which Courtney said that Santi had already text his friends to let them know to come back in the morning, and the guys left not that long ago. Knowing them, they’d be back the next day too.

Santi was back within an hour of your friends leaving with Dr Montgomery, wheeling your girls (your girls!) in their bassinets. Dr Montgomery gave you a smile, telling you that your daughters were perfect, that there were no issues, and you would probably be home in the next few days. You thank her profusely, before you and Santi are finally left alone for the first time as a new family. Santi dressed the twins which took longer than it should have (“They’re delicate! Have you seen the size of them!?”), and your heart fluttered in your chest at seeing them in their little outfits, looking soft and cosy.

A breastfeeding consultant was sent to your room to guide you through your first feed with your daughters, who took to it like a duck to water. You wanted to cry with pride, since they were doing so well already, being barely two hours old. You saw Santi look away with a slight blush on his face, causing you to smirk and make a quip about how he’s seen you naked (to which he gave you a look before turning away again, to strip out of his scrubs). He made a comment about going getting his overnight bag from the car, and quickly making his way out.

You felt a little bad that he felt uncomfortable around you still, but it was something you would both just have to work on.

Which brings you to now, where you watch Santi from his place in the armchair, holding Isabela as she slept. You frown at him. “Have you gotten any sleep at all?”

Santi hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. “No, not yet.”

“Santi,” you gently chastise. “Put her down and get some sleep.”

He shook his head, looking up at you. “No, I’m fine. Besides, what if she needs me again?”

Oh, be still your beating heart.

“I’m sure she’ll wake us up if she needs anything, and Jasmine,” you say gently.

With a final look at Isabela, Santi gives a sigh before carefully standing and taking her to her bassinet. He stands at the bassinet for a moment, just looking at her before he gently places her down. She made the smallest whimper before settling back to sleep with a big sigh. He slowly moves her bassinet to join Jasmine’s, before stopping and looking down at them both.

Santi doesn’t move immediately, just staring at his daughters, before he finally breaks the silence in the room.

“I can’t believe I almost gave this up,” Santi said quietly, sadly, without looking away from your babies.

The air in the room suddenly felt heavy with the weight of Santi's confession. His voice, barely above a whisper, carried a mixture of regret and self-doubt as he uttered those words that seemed to hang in the air like a cloud of uncertainty, and you felt your heart break for him.

As you shook your head gently, your eyes met his. “Don't...don't think about that, okay?” you murmured softly, with a mixture of understanding and compassion. “You're here now.”

The silence lingered. Santi's gaze shifted, descending upon the tiny figures nestled in their bassinets, their innocence a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions swirling within him. “I was in special ops,” he says, his voice tinged with just the smallest hint of disbelief. “And that was less scary than this.”

Your heart ached at the raw honesty in his words, the admission of his innermost fears laid bare before you. With a sympathetic gaze, you say, “Being a new parent isn't something that people just know what to do,” you reassured him gently. “We'll learn as we go, and it's okay to be a little scared.”

As you looked at Isabela and Jasmine, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a beacon of hope amidst his darkness of doubt. “They'll be so happy you stayed,” you whispered, your voice filled with quiet conviction. “They're going to love you, so much.”

Just as much as I love you.

You swallow against the words, knowing now isn’t the right time.

A fragile smile graced Santi's lips at your words, where he gives you a quick glance before his gaze falls back on the sleeping forms of his daughters, the most fragile beings in the entire world. Damn, no-one warned him they’d be so tiny. They were so peaceful and asleep, and they were so small! They were the most fragile things in the world. There was no way he was letting anything happen to them. They had to stay little forever so he could do everything for them.

“I want to be the father they deserve,” he confessed, his voice tinged with a newfound resolve. “To be the man they can look up to.”

“You already are,” you assured him, your words almost stern. He looks up at you, his eyes intense. “I know you’re doubting yourself, but you’ve got a great support system; you have me, Frankie, Will, and God knows Benny is already in love with these two.”

Santi gave a snort of amusement. “He’s gonna cry as soon as he lays his eyes on them.”

You give a small laugh before looking at him again with a soft look on your face. “You know, when you left after saying you didn't want to be involved...it hurt. It hurt more than I can put into words," you began, your tone mix of vulnerability and strength. “I felt abandoned, alone, and completely overwhelmed, but I was determined to do it alone, for our girls.”

Santi tenses, a look of shame overcoming him, but you continue before he could say anything.

“But you came back," you say. “And for that, I'm incredibly grateful. I’m happy that you chose to step up, to be here, to be a father to our kids.” You smile at him, seeing his shoulders relax a touch. “Though I’m still a little pissed that you left, I'm also thankful that you came back. I’m glad that we can navigate this crazy, beautiful mess together.”

Santi give a small chuckle before he reaches out to you, and you reach out to hold his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“I’m sorry, for leaving. For making you feel like that, after everything we’d been through to get here,” he said. “I’m going to live with the guilt for the rest of my life, but fuck, knowing I made the right decision to come back was so worth it.”

And in that moment, amidst the commotion of your new reality, you finally felt a sense of unity with Santi, even if it wasn’t in the way you wanted. You don’t know what the future held for the two of you, if you’d ever admit your feelings for him, of if you’ll eventually move on and find someone else, but despite that, you were bound together by the unbreakable bond of parenthood, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

However, in that fleeting moment, amidst the silence of the early morning hours in that hospital room, there was a small feeling of hope, slowly blossoming like a fragile flower.

“Watch her head, Benny.”

“I know how to hold a baby,” said Benny, giving Will a firm look before his expression softened as he looked down at Jasmine, who was sleeping soundly after you had just fed her and Isabela.

Isabela was settled in the arms of Frankie, who was lightly swaying as he grinned at the bickering brothers. Santi had left the room to take a phone call with his sister, Mariana, who had been checking up on him every few hours and was trying to organise a day where she and his other sister, Carmen, could come and visit and meet you and the kids. He was trying to put her off for at least a few weeks, until there was some sort of routine.

After your talk during the very early hours of the morning, Santi had decided to stay at your place, to help with the girls why you recovered, just until you were back on your feet. You’d protested, telling him that he really didn’t have to that, that you’d need him to do that, but he immediately shot you down. You tearily looked at him and thanked him, before Jasmine had started crying, to which Santi had no hesitation in picking her up.

“How you holding up?” Frankie asked you, still swaying Isabela. You weren’t sure if he knew he was doing it or not. “You know, after the whole…”

He goes quiet, nodding his head towards the door where Santi had walked out of. You smiled at him. “I’m doing okay. Glad he pulled his head out of his ass in time.”

Frankie grinned. “Took a bit of a verbal beating from us, after he told us he was leaving. The fucking idiot – oop, sorry.” He pulled a sheepish face as he looked down at Isabela, who had eventually fallen asleep during Frankie’s swaying.

You gave a small laugh of amusement as Benny looks up from Jasmine. “Your girls been yet?”

You shrug at him. “Just Beth. She came this morning with Georgia, they left not long before you got here. Gabs and Courtney are gonna come by later when Courtney’s finished work. Gabs has the kids again.”

Benny seemed to stop for a moment, in thought, before he finally nodded and turned back to Jasmine. You don’t ask him why he asked about your friends, you just assume he was being friendly since he was sat with Beth and Courtney in the waiting room last night.

When Beth had arrived that morning, she’d immediately fawned over your children, bursting into tears at how ‘beautiful they were’, and congratulating you and Santi. She’d even given Santi a hug, then threatened him to never leave you after the first time. He’d admitted he was an idiot, and it wouldn’t happen again. She’d accepted that answer, but still gave you a look as she picked up Jasmine for a cuddle.

After a while, as she and Georgia swapped the twins around, she’d asked about your family, and if you’d told them you’d had the babies. You paused before you eventually shake your head at her, telling her that they hadn’t bothered to respond to your messages or contact you at any point during your pregnancy, so you decided to just…let it go.

Even if it tore you up inside.

At least you weren’t crying about it anymore.

Beth had pulled a face and told them it was their loss anyway, that they’re going to be missing out on knowing the best little girls around. You agreed with her.

Santi made his way back in the room, hanging up his phone. He sighed, before running his hand through his hair. “So my sisters will be arriving next week.”

“Ay, hermano,” said Frankie, smirking. “Grow a backbone.”

Santi wordlessly gave Frankie a gentle swat on the arm, being careful of Isabela, before leaning down to you and giving you a quick peck on the forehead. “Sorry I was gone so long, corazón, Carmen wouldn’t get off the phone.”

You ignored how your heart leaped at the feel of his lips on you. You weren’t going to think too hard about it, it was just because of the babies, it has nothing to do with you. You’re the mother of his kids, he’s going to be affectionate with you, especially when you had just given birth. He was just being nice. Protective.

Like you said, you weren’t going to think too much about it.

“I’ll get her and Mariana to stay at my place,” he said.

“You don’t have to stay at my place, Santi, really – “

“No, stop fighting me on this, I’m helping out with the girls.” Santi gave you a stern look. “You can barely walk, I’ll stay, it’s fine.”

Frankie gives you an amused look over Santi’s shoulder, and you felt the urge to stick your tongue out at him. You end up looking back at Santi, before giving a shy smile. “Okay.”

He grins at your relenting. “Thank you. I’m trying to make it up to you for being a dick to you, but you’re being too nice.”

“You weren’t – “

“No, he was,” said Will before you could finish your sentence, crossing his arms over his chest. “He was a dick.”

“The biggest,” agreed Benny, looking away from Jasmine to nod at you.

“Okay, okay,” Santi called, holding his hands up in surrender. “Not in front of my girls, please.”

You watch in amusement as Santi get’s ribbed by his friends, but he gave just as good as he got.

As the banter between Santi and his friends continues, you can't help but feel a warmth in your chest, seeing the camaraderie and genuine connection they share. Despite the teasing and playful jabs, there's an underlying bond that speaks volumes about their friendship. You know that your girls were going to grow up to be the most protected kids in the world.

In that moment, you realize how far you’ve come in the past few months; to an unplanned pregnancy and finding the love of your life (even if he doesn’t know it), and growing yourself as a person (and growing two persons of your own!). As you gaze around the room, your heart swells with gratitude for the connections forged in the unlikeliest of circumstances. How you truly know who your family is, and a part of them are in this very hospital room.

The guys leave after another hour, telling you that they were happy to help you out whenever you needed, before they were herded out the door by Santi, saying you needed rest since your friends were arriving later.

You bask in the suddenly quiet room after Santi closes the door after him. You look at Isabela and Jasmine asleep in their bassinets. Santi soon came back in the room, smiling softly at you before checking over the girls. “You okay?” he eventually asked you, digging around in his bag for a moment.

“Yeah. Tired,” you replied.

“Get some sleep, I can look after them,” said Santi. “But first…”

He pulled out a familiar paper bag from his bag, and a small box. You look at him curiously. “Is that the bag that Frankie bought?”

“After Ikea? It is,” he said, perching himself next to you on the bed. He passed you the bag. “I had these commissioned by Sarah when I found out we were having girls, which was why you couldn’t look at them. Then when we finally decided on names, I had her change them a little.”

You open the bag, pausing before tears fill your eyes. You give him a watery smile before you pull out the two matching, pale pink, and lavender patchwork blankets, decorated with embroidered white and yellow flowers. You run your fingers over the stitching, feeling how soft the blankets were. You look over them before your gaze lands on the bottom corner, where you trace your fingers over their names that had been embroidered in the corners. “Santi, these are gorgeous. I’m scared to use them!”

“Stop, they’re supposed to be used,” he said. “Even if they puke all over them, or other bodily fluids.”

You laugh at that.

“And these,” he said, handing you the box. “Are for you.”

You take the box, which fit in the palm of your hand. You recognised it immediately, and you opened them to see the two charms, in the letters I and J, with a red gemstone in each of them.

“Garnets,” he said.

“January birth stone,” you said, smiling at him as you wipe the tears from your eyes. You laugh at yourself. “I am far too emotional for you to be giving me things like this.”

“Stop, I planned to give these to you, I want to give these things to you,” he said. “I need you to understand that I made a bad judgement and a stupid mistake, and I’ll be trying to make things right for the rest of my life, for you and our girls. You’re important to me.”

You swallow against your tears, but you sob anyway, giving a watery smile. “You’re important to me too.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, bringing you into his arms gently.

And you believed him.

“Careful, careful!”

“I am being careful, Santi,” you say, making your way towards your house from his car (his car!).

“I’m going to have to level these flags out, they’re a trip hazard – “

“You will do no such thing, Santiago, not with your knees,” you say to him, raising your eyebrows at him, daring him to challenge you.

He mutters something in Spanish as he carries the car seats containing your girls, who had fallen asleep from the movements of the car, to your front door, where he unlocked it and stepped in.

You had finally been discharged from the hospital, and you were able to go home. It had been a trying afternoon, with lots of tears as you tried to manoeuvre yourself with a C-section wound, and two very needy babies who just wanted to be on you all the time. You had to take a time out getting to the wheelchair, where Santi did his best to calm the girls, and to calm you.

Eventually, you made it out of the hospital and into Santi’s car, where he’d wrestled a little bit with the car seats before finally having the girls secure safely in the back of the car. Once you were settled in, Santi proceeded to drive well under the speed limit on the way back to your house. He glared at anyone who even gave him a funny look for driving so slowly, which made you giggle and make the quip that he could drive a bit quicker.

“No,” he’s said firmly. “You’re delicate, and they’re delicate. I am not driving any faster.”

You followed Santi into your house, where he was taking the girls out of their car seats. Gabrielle had been over to your house that morning, on your request, to arrange your house a little for your arrival. She’d bought some playmats down from the girls’ bedroom, and set up their bassinets in the living room so you didn’t have to tackle the stairs as soon as you got home.

Santi settled your babies in the bassinets before sighing, seemingly glad that everyone was safe and sound. “I’ll go and get our bags from the car, and we can have some dinner. What are you in the mood for?”

“Sushi,” you reply with no hesitation.

Santi gives an amused snort before nodding. “Sushi it is.”

“And I might have a teeny tiny glass of wine,” you say, grinning. “Just a small one.” You put your thumb and forefinger together, with just a tiny gap between them.

Santi laughs. “You deserve it.”

He disappeared outside, getting the bags from the car. You gently lower yourself down on your couch, sighing in relief as you get off your feet. Dr Montgomery had prescribed you some painkillers for you C-section for as and when you needed, and you know it’s going to be a tough recovery but with Santi’s help, you’re sure you’ll be fine.

He comes back in the house, laden with bags, before he sets them down by your front door, and closes it. He takes a look around your living room properly, saying, “You’ve made this place pretty nice.”

“I had a lot of time on my hands last week,” you say. “I needed something to do.”

Santi nodded, before his eyes drift over to Jasmine, who started fussing in her bassinet. As you went to stand, he gently placed his hand on your shoulder and pushed you back down, before pulling his phone from his pocket, handing it to you. “Here, have a look at what you want to eat, I’ll settle her.”

You take his phone and thank him as he made his way over to Jasmine, cooing at her, asking her what’s wrong as he lifted her from her bassinet. He set about to change her diaper. You scroll through the food app for a moment before your eyes drifted over to him, admiring him without his knowledge.

You felt happy. Content. This wasn’t what you imagined your life would turn out like, and sure, you and Santi did things a little unconventionally, but you wouldn’t change a thing. Everything worked out in the end, even if Santi did have a wobble about becoming a dad, even if your feelings for him will go unsaid and kept to yourself. You were okay with that, as long as he was there for your girls.

You sigh as you smile at the scene before you, of Santi telling Jasmine about his early days in the army, how he met Uncle Frank, and how loved they already were. Even though you did everything backwards with Santi and your girls, you look forward to the next chapter of your life and couldn’t wait to see what it brought.

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @superficialfeelings, @othersideoftheparadise, @beezusvreeland, @itsmytimetoodream

#triple frontier #santiago garcia x reader #santiago x reader #santiago garcia #oscar isaac #pregnant!reader #santiago garcia x f!reader #santiago garcia is a girl dad #change my mind

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𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 + 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

pairing : nct dream (00 line + mark) x gn!reader (afab anatomy)

contains : sexual content, dom/sub dynamic, slight edging (jeno), public “sex” and slight degradation (donghyuck), brief mention of toys, bondage, temp. play, mirror sex (jaemin)

a/n : ahh omg my first work !! i’m sorry about the lack of a read more but tumblr was being weird so once it’s fixed i’ll add one <3 there will be a pt. 2 to this post for all of my sub!dream enthusiasts since i couldn’t pick which to write hehe i hope you all enjoy and if you do, please don’t be afraid to reblog w tags or send me an ask with your thoughts! (always accepting more thoughts abt these boys anyways <3)

MARK LEE

there’s something so hot about nudes to mark that he frequently finds himself getting hard in his sweats at just the thought of the nudes that you might send him. you’ve always been hesitant to send him such exposing photos of yourself, scared that they would get out and end up on other people’s phones or that one of his friends would find them and make fun of you for them. mark understands your concerns, but he promises that if you ever felt comfortable and did send them, he’d make sure they remained in a locked album for his eyes only.

the reassurance helped a little and one night, you felt bold enough to decide to try it out. you knew your lover was out with his friends so you decided to keep it fairly mild, a mirror picture of some new lingerie you had bought. mark’s quick return to your apartment was enough to tell you that he enjoyed it. his reaction and praise for the photo gave you more confidence and soon, the pictures were more revealing, less clothes and different positions that had him fucking into his fist the moment he was alone, while his free hand dialled your number, voice already raspy with need.

“fuck, i can’t stop thinking about those pictures you sent me, angel, got me all worked up at the studio. promise i’ll take such good care of you when i get home, yeah?”

HUANG RENJUN

renjun is probably the most subtle about the way he slowly chips away at your innocence. he’s patient and takes everything at your pace, but also loves to see how your face flushes when he compliments you or your body, especially when his words are a little graphic. most of the comments come when you’re wearing something that shows your body off just right or something that’s just a little bit exposing that makes his imagination run wild.

he knows the compliments fluster you, watching the way you hide your face in his chest whenever he murmurs something in your ear. he also knows that the praise makes you more confident and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t support that? he loves how you look in skirts so you buy a couple more, each one shorter in length than the last and he loves how your chest looks in tighter tops so maybe showing a little more cleavage wouldn’t hurt, right? he always stops you before you go anywhere, admiring you in the short, tight clothes, hands beginning to wander and grope at your body.

“always look so pretty, my love, can’t keep my hands off of you. maybe you should reschedule that lunch, hm? wanna see you fall apart for me in this cute, little skirt”.

LEE JENO

jeno loves hearing you use your words for him. your face warms and you stammer while trying to explain to your patient lover exactly what you want him to do. at first, he was lenient, letting you get away with some muffled “please” into your pillow, too shy to say the dirty words. as time goes on, however, jeno gets stricter, a gentle hold on your face as he looks at you expectantly. “c’mon, baby, use your words properly,” he nearly demands and yet, you still barely meet his gaze as you whimper that you want him, that there’s a need only he can satisfy.

each time, he gives less and less, only touching when you ask him specifically for it. he wants to hear how badly you want his cock, how badly you need him. finally, you give in, body trembling from the first orgasm he’s given you. you beg, near tears, for him to touch you, that you feel empty without him, you need his cock to fuck you stupid. he’s broken you, made you so desperate that the lewd words fall past your lips without a second thought.

“that’s my good baby, using your words so well. well then, it’s only fair that i give you a reward for being so good for me, yeah?”

LEE DONGHYUCK

donghyuck isn’t shy about how badly he wants you and how badly he wants to enact his fantasies on you, but he’s also patient, he takes his time to allow you to grow comfortable with the ideas, then come begging to him instead. he starts small, resting his hand on your knee in the library or the bus, leaving it there just long enough to fluster you. you swat his hand away at first, but grow more and more comfortable with it until you don’t even flush at the feeling of it there.

then, his hand moves higher and higher until he can feel the hem of your panties and you’re nearly panting from the arousal that begins to pool between your thighs. you turn to him, eyes desperate as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth in a pathetic attempt to keep yourself quiet, your legs already spread for him under the table. the library’s pretty full that day, everyone studying for their upcoming exams, but your mind is already clouded with lust and that’s when donghyuck thinks you look prettiest.

“you look so pretty like this, baby, used to be so shy and now, you’re acting like a pathetic slut. how cute”.

NA JAEMIN

jaemin’s always been respectful of your boundaries, keeping pda to a minimum and stopping kisses before they can lead to something else. it’s no different in the bedroom, everything is fairly calm, simple love-making and he doesn’t mind one bit. despite this, jaemin’s mind wanders to slightly rougher things, different kinks, things he thinks you might enjoy, occasionally fucking into his fist at the thoughts that fill his mind. he brings them up one by one, just explaining to you what they are, always waiting until you’re fully comfortable with trying them.

it starts small with things like toys or blindfolds, moving up to more adventurous things like bondage or ice. he gets off on your pleasure, seeing how good he can make you feel with a few small additions. jaemin’s always the one who brings new things up, but recently, you’ve been hinting at a few that fills his mind with even more possibilities. that’s how you wound up where you are now, hands and chest pressed up against a large mirror, his hand tangled in your hair as he forces you to watch him fuck you.

“so dirty, angel, wanting to watch yourself take me in front of a mirror, but fuck, this might be my new favourite too”.

#nct dream #nct #nct smut #nct dream smut #mark smut #mark lee smut #renjun smut #huang renjun smut #jeno smut #lee jeno smut #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #donghyuck smut #jaemin smut #na jaemin smut

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magicfootballstuff · 1 year

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The Future is Ours - part 2 (ona batlle x reader)

I couldn’t resist writing a follow up to this fic. Content warning for wall-to-wall tooth-rotting fluff.

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It’s not breaking in because you have a key.

You let yourself into Ona’s new apartment in Barcelona, dumping your suitcase and kicking off your shoes by the door as you wander inside. It’s weird to actually be here - you haven’t been able to visit her since she moved in but you see the place almost every day on FaceTime.

You familiarise yourself with Ona’s flat but don’t nose around too much. She’s only lived here a few weeks and it’s clear she’s still settling in, the furniture sparse and a couple of boxes still sitting around waiting to be unpacked. There’s a few personal touches around though and you smile when you see a few photo frames taking pride of place on top of the dresser in the bedroom - one of you kissing Ona’s cheek from behind, one of you posing together with the WSL trophy at the end of last season, a third that was taken by a teammate of you both asleep on each other’s shoulders on the team bus after an away game.

Keen to wash the aeroplane grime off yourself before Ona returns home from training, you move your bags into the bedroom and take a quick shower, before changing into some fresh clothes.

You’re just investigating Ona’s kitchen and the contents of her fridge when you hear the front door open and close. You shut the fridge and turn around just as Ona appears around the corner.

“Hi,” you say breathlessly, the sight of your girlfriend, her hair falling over one shoulder in pretty waves from where it’s been tied up in a braid during training, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Ona drops her kitbag and launches herself across the room at you, flinging her arms around your neck.

“You’re actually here,” she murmurs, her voice muffled by your hair.

“I’m actually here,” you hum in agreement, wrapping your arms around her back and inhaling her familiar scent. Her body fits against your perfectly and though it’s barely been three weeks since you last saw her, you can’t get enough of the feeling of finally having your girl in your arms again.

“Wait, how did you get in here?” Ona asks, pulling back only far enough that she can look at you with a curious frown.

“I had a little help,” you explain, pulling a set of keys out of the pocket of your shorts.

“Those are my keys!” Ona exclaims. “They went missing last week and I’ve been using the spare.”

“I asked Pina for help and took them when she came round for dinner,” you explain.

“I can’t even be mad at her because you’re here,” Ona says, her hand coming up to stroke your cheek. “I missed you so much. But why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise. Also, I’m not just here to see you.”

“You’re not?”

You shake your head, fighting off a smile as you can barely contain your excitement.

“I’m here with my agent. I have a medical at Barcelona tomorrow.”

“You have… you’re joining Barcelona?”

“I think so. I mean, obviously we’ll talk it through before I actually sign anything. I don’t know if you even want me at the same club, but…”

“Are you kidding?" Ona scoffs. "Of course I want you here. I had no idea they wanted to sign you.”

“Apparently they’ve been watching me for a couple of years and think I’ll fit right in." You shoot Ona a smirk and add, "There was something about my on-pitch chemistry with their new fullback too.”

“What about the off-pitch chemistry?” Ona asks, raising her eyebrows suggestively as her arms snake around your middle.

“Ouch,” you hiss in pain as Ona’s hand brushes against a sore spot on your ribs.

“Are you okay?” Ona asks, her eyes full of concern.

“Yeah, hang on. I got you a present.”

You take a step back and roll up the hem of your t-shirt, lifting it until you can show her the inked skin of your ribcage. The tattoo is almost identical to the one she got recently, the same design to represent your time together at Manchester United.

“You got a matching tattoo?” Ona asks.

“It’s not exactly the same,” you explain. “The coordinates are different. Google them.”

Ona gets out her phone, frowning in concentration as she types out the numbers printed on your ribs.

“The pin is right here,” she says with a frown. She tilts her phone towards you, showing you the map. “Look, we’re right on top of it.”

“Your tattoo shows the place where we first met,” you explain, your heart racing in your chest as the nerves start to build. “And my tattoo is of the place where I asked you to marry me.”

A million emotions flash across Ona’s face in a split second, though mostly confusion.

“Where you … but you haven’t …”

As you pull a little box out of your pocket and drop to one knee on the kitchen floor, Ona realises what’s going on and her eyes widen in surprise.

You take a deep breath and switch to the Spanish you’ve been practicing with Lucía for the last couple of weeks, hoping that you don’t stumble over the words or that you accent doesn’t send Ona into a fit of giggles that ruins the moment.

“I love you,” you say in Spanish, speaking slowly as you recite the rehearsed words. “You are my world. You have my heart. I cannot imagine my life without you. Ona, my love, will you marry me?”

Ona, whose face split open into a huge grin the second you started speaking Spanish, nods and wipes a tear away.

“Yes,” she responds in English. “Yes, I will marry you.”

You push yourself up onto both feet and reach for her hand to slip the ring onto her finger, then pull her in for a deep kiss. Her arms wrap around you again, this time careful to avoid your tattoo, and you can’t get enough of her lips against yours or the feeling of her in your arms.

“I thought we agreed that I’d propose to you,” she whispers, when you finally break apart.

“Oh, I’m still expecting you to return the favour at some point,” you tease her. “But after all the uncertainty these last few months about your career and trying the long distance thing, I realised the only thing that matters is that I’m certain about wanting to spend my future with you. In Manchester, in Barcelona, wherever this journey takes us. I’m yours.”

“Can you say all that again, but in Spanish?” Ona asks, a teasing grin spreading across her freckled face.

“Shut up,” you pout, giving Ona a little push, but she wraps her arms around you and presses her lips to your hairline. “I’ve been practicing my proposal for weeks.”

“Plenty of time to teach you more if you move here,” Ona teases you. “You’ll be fluent by the time you have to write your wedding vows.”

“Challenge accepted.”

It’s been an impossibly long three weeks apart, but knowing that you have a future with Ona makes it all worthwhile.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #fluff #established relationship

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Repeated Mistakes - Gavi x Reader

A/n: Writing Gavi angst while sobbing with music on is a comfort to me. Live love laugh Gavi 🐡

Summary: Despite nothing being wrong, you and Gavi decided that splitting up would be best for not only his career but the both of you. A few months later you find yourself opening your front door, only for your eyes to meet Gavi’s.

Warnings: awkwardness, hurt/comfort, crying, translation errors, might contain slight spelling and grammatical errors.

Pausing your show, you got up to answer the knocking at the door. You looked down at the handle, hesitating, ‘who would be knocking at this time?’. Despite your thoughts, you opened it, expecting it to be a friend. As the door swung past your face, your eyes met tear-filled brown ones. You recognised them instantly. You stared with disbelief at the boy stood in front of you, his memorable face plastered with pain. Afraid to keep the unsettling silence, your lips started to part until Gavi interrupted.

“I’m sorry.”

He spoke up, removing his eyes from yours. His body shaking with nerves hadn’t gone unnoticed by you. Unsure with how to react you kept your silence as you opened the door wider hinting at Gavi to come inside. You bit down slightly on your lip to help prevent yourself from saying something stupid, while he took off his shoes and neatly placed them on the shoe rack. Gavi knew the layout of your house like the back of his hand. When the two of you were dating he’d often welcome himself inside by using his own key, which he gave back once the two of you agreed on the break up.

Your break up with Gavi was perfectly fine, though the two of you didn’t want to, you knew it was the right thing to do. Or at least you thought it was. As Gavi’s career kicked off, he stopped seeing you as often. The common nights you would spend together had become a rare event, going out in public was only worse, always getting ruined by paparazzi or people beckoning for photos.

On your last night together, the two of you agreed to talk it out while watching a movie. You explained how you missed your time together, although it was most definitely not his fault, you couldn’t keep doing it. Gavi only agreed, before going on to explain he needed to focus more on his new found career. After that night, you hadn’t spoken. Not a single message, phone call, or wave in the street. Now you were both sat on the same sofa as you were that night, unlike before neither of you knew what to say.

“So, how is everything going for you?”

You spoke up, questioning whether you’d be able to last any longer in silence with your first ever love. Meanwhile, a small smile formed on your ex boyfriends face, he missed the sound of your voice so much. Over the past few months he wanted to hear it again, so desperately.

“It’s good, I’ve made some new friends on the Barcelona squad.”

“Thats pretty cool.”

You nodded, attempting to remove the awkwardness from every word you dropped. Gavi hesitated, looking over at you. He wanted to tell you how much he regretting agreeing to break up. He spent so much nights up thinking and debating with himself, should he message you, should he run to your house and try to get you back. His thoughts won, but clearly it was too late. He saw the uncomfortable shifts of movement, and felt the uneasy tension in the air. Almost certain, he knew you didn’t feel the same. But little did he know, he read you completely wrong.

“This was a mistake, I should just go home.”

A sigh falling from the players mouth, he turned to walk towards the door. You watch as he walked away, just like last time. He would always walk away, leaving you alone in a pit filled with hopelessness. Why couldn’t you stop him. You knew something was up, otherwise he wouldn’t be here. But your body refused, you knew stopping him would only hurt you more. You just started to forget about him, finally moving on from the way he left you. Constantly crying your eyes out in your bathroom, every night you regretted even considering leaving him. How did you go through with it that night. Questions like this were ruining you daily, yet now you could finally fix it. The solution was right in front of you, so close to falling a centimetre out of reach. Your eyes filled, causing everything to seem blurry. Tears and sobs threatened to expose your feelings.

“Gavi, please don’t leave again.”

You covered your mouth, your breath shaking with not only nerves but also fear. You couldn’t sit here and watch him leave again. You wouldn’t allow yourself to repeat this same mistake again. Gavi turned around, almost instantly hearing your speech infected by the sound of sadness. He stood watching your once awkwardly form now fall apart in tears. Seeing you in such a terrifying state only caused him to break down himself. Although he wasn’t crying like you were, he was so lost at words. His thoughts surrounding him, as shock and sadness fought his once smiley face. Heart beat quickening, he grabbed you into a hug. Tears of his own started to fall.

“I won’t ever Repeat the same Mistake.”

#gavi imagine #gavi x reader #gavi x you #gavi fluff #gavi #pablo gavi #gavi barcelona #gavi x yn #Pablo gavi x reader #fc barca #fc barcelona #barça #barcelona x readers #barcelona #pedri imagine

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harlowcomehome · 1 year

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“What’s it like?”

You were sitting on the couch, looking through Instagram while you waited for Jack to get ready for the day. Your sleep schedule had been all over the place ever since you started your third trimester, so you were actually ready before him for once.

He came out of the bedroom with wet curls, you smiled at the sight of him standing there shirtless with only boxer briefs on. “What?” He smirked at you and you shrugged. “Why are you naked in our living room?” He laughed at your over-dramatics “I have underwear on!” You still stared at him as he clearly didn’t answer your question. “Can you help me find an outfit for this interview?” You always loved when he asked you for help.

He helped you maneuver yourself off the couch, your big belly in tow. He smiled at you and then bent down to kiss it. “I love seeing you pregnant” he used both of his hands to softly caress your belly. “I love that you love it” you smiled back. The two of you made your way back into your bedroom, you sat on the edge of the bed and asked him to show you some options. “I don’t know why you’re even worried, you’re likely just going to put a hoodie over it anyway” you teased knowing you were exactly right.

Jack laughed knowing you were right too, “maybe I just wanted your company” he confessed and you instantly melted. “You are so cute” you giggled as you pointed to the shirt he was holding on his right hand. “Blue?” He asked to confirm and you nodded “dark blue always makes those pretty eyes pop.” Jack batted his eyelashes at you making you giggle. “I love making you laugh, your belly bounces up and down” he confessed lovingly. You laughed “baby girl is probably wondering what’s going on out here.” You had one hand on your belly, something that was unintentional at this point.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, what is that like? Jack asked as he got dressed. You looked over at him, confused, “what is what like? “He looked over at you his cheeks slightly pink, “being pregnant? Does it feel weird to know that there is a baby inside you?“ You could tell that he was timid to ask these questions, you didn’t blame him you had been on an emotional roller coaster the last couple weeks. You felt like emotionally, you had just come to terms with the fact that you were having a baby yourself.

“It feels really unreal, to be honest. Sometimes I doubt that she’s even in there. Sometimes I lay here and wonder if the doctors made a mistake, I’m not going to believe it until I see her. “You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that, that sounded crazy. Jack was quiet for a moment, and he looked over at him, “you alright baby?” He smiled “Yeah! I was just thinking.”

“About what?” You handed him a hoodie from the closet. “ I’ve always wondered what it was like for you to be able to feel her.“ You giggled trying to explain it “it’s like an ocean wave! That’s the best way I can explain it. Sometimes she kicks really hard, so the two of you are gonna have a lot of fun playing soccer that’s for sure!” Jack smiled, checking his watch for the time “are you still coming with me?”

“Yes, of course!” You walked over to the closet to find shoes to wear. “Wear those red NBs, I’ll help you lace them.” You handed them to him as you sat on the bed again, “thank you baby.”

The drive to the radio show wasn’t that long, which you were incredibly grateful for considering you had to use the restroom almost immediately. When you got inside security led the two of you to the restroom and then Jack had to start his interview right away. You sat outside of the room, with headphones on able to listen, but not be seen by the cameras. If Jack could have it his way you would be next to him, but you didn’t mind the privacy.

The interview started how it always did with small talk, conversations about tour, the most recent album, and collaborations, of course. However, up until this point, the two of you hadn’t shared much about your pregnancy, it wasn’t until a few weeks ago when paparazzi photos of the two of you outside your place came out that everyone even became aware that you were pregnant.

“And I wasn’t going to mention this but your team gave us the go ahead, which is nice because its all the fans wanted to know about when we announced this interview” the radio host laughed nervously “We do believe some congratulations are in order for you and your wife? You’re expecting your first child, is that right?” Jack was beaming, he was actually really excited to publicly speak about it since he hadn’t this entire time. He was smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt and you could immediately hear the happiness in his voice. ”That is right! Yeah! Obviously, the news didn’t come out the way we had originally planned for it too, but that’s life. We are very excited!”

“Baby boy or baby girl?” The interviewer asked excitedly.

“I think for now we’re going to keep that to ourselves, we have to leave a little something up to the imagination” Jack laughed.

“Fair enough! I remember the first time you came in here for an interview, and now you’re going to be a father. It’s really exciting and insane to wrap my head around, congratulations man! How does it feel? Does it feel real yet?” The interviewer asked, knowing Jack was dying to talk about it some more.

“My wife and I were actually talking about this topic this morning. I was just asking her how it felt like to have a baby inside her because that’s a crazy thought, obviously. It doesn’t feel real until it gets real, at least that’s what I’ve been told.“ Jack let out a sigh, seemingly making the interviewer laugh.

“You have a lot of dads in your corner though man. I know Dj Drama probably lost his mind finding out this news.”

Jack laughed, recalling the moment that the two of you had told the team. “Oh yeah, I mean he’s been here for the come up, he’s seen me grow up essentially so he cried just as hard as he did on our wedding day.”

“That’s beautiful man, it’s nice to see someone in the industry with such a solid team. You don’t see that everyday.”

“Oh yeah, this baby is about to have an entire second family of uncles and aunts so it’ll be great” Jack said with confidence. “It’s a beautiful feeling to watch the person you love carry your child, I love her on a different level than before which felt impossible to start with.”

“That’s amazing! You’re right, it really is a beautiful thing. Fatherhood is no joke though, it’ll test you two but I know you have a solid foundation” the interviewer was actually somebody that the two of you had known decently well. You wouldn’t say you were “friends” but he was a lot more personable than the others.

“Absolutely! I look forward to all that’s to come” Jack agreed with a smile.

“Well man, congratulations again! We look forward to you coming back here and hopefully sharing photos of your baby… boy? I’m guessing boy! I haven’t seen your wife in person yet but that’s my guess!” The interviewer laughed as Jack and he shook hands. He was eager to get back to you and see what you thought of all he had to say.

You were waiting for him outside of the doors and he had the biggest smile on his face. “Did you hear all that?”

“I did, I love you so much” you sniffled and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you against his chest. “I love you too” he hummed.

“In just a few more weeks we’re going to be parents” you whispered.

“There’s no one else I’d rather do life with, you know that?” Jack reassured you back with a whisper, watching closely as his team got the car pulled up to the front of the building.

The two of you walked out of the building, holding hands. “You’re going to be such a good dad” you said with a smile as he walked you over to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for you to get in.

He didn’t respond, but he didn’t have to. You knew he needed to hear it. The smile on his face the entire car ride home was all the response you needed.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #Jack Harlow Imagines #Jack Harlow fluff

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soranihimawari · 10 months

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I Missed You

Pairing: Oikawa x (gn!) reader

Word Count: tbd

Rating: Oikawa Tooru Fluff [otf]

Warnings: none// reader in timeskip becomes a doctor specializing in aging/older athletes and completing necessary check-ups before a match.

Note: I tried to not tie any gender-specific nouns when describing reader.

How I think OIkawa & reader hug each other after not seeing each other in a long time.

[23:45]

That’s the time stamp you receive on an old friend’s text. There are only three words which the message is comprised of. When you read them aloud to yourself in the comfort of your own home, you seem to repeat them like a mantra.

‘I miss you’

Simple hope draws from this in a way that can’t be described as you stare at your screen until you ultimately lock your phone. You close your eyes for a a few minutes when your brain decides to show you a highlight reel of the activities you used to do with the sender. Learning the rules of volleyball, joining in their team jogging paths, coming to scheduled matches, accompanying him to the nurse’s office when he landed on his feet wrong, etc. He was destined to be famous, just not here at home in Japan, no. Somewhere half a world away called out to him first. Argentina was distant, far, the most you’d ever be separated and even then, the times prior were literally at the start of up schooling lives.

Unfortunately, the last memory behind the closed eyes you see is a bittersweet one: the reality your friend, confidant, (and crush) hits you. You never did want to wind up fighting with him, but for once you’d want him to fight to stay here. With you. As his best friends remind you, you’d be holding him back from his true potential ever since he started practicing with the collegiate teams up the road from where you live—this was where the initial rift began to be drawn between you two.

During lunch one day, you visit his classroom, sitting next to him explaining (or rather complaining) the trouble you were having with a particular class and one of the assignments needed to be completed prior to a content exam.

“Do you ever shut up about schoolwork, yn?”

You pause, a disappointed look heavy on your brow as those within earshot suddenly fall quiet.

“I’m sorry not all of us have a righteous path carved in front of us, Tooru,” the tonality in your voice was one of annoyance. “Some of us have to work even harder to achieve our dreams other than hoping to skip town and follow in their idol’s footsteps.”

Ever since that brief conversation, you and one Oikawa Tooru, are now practically strangers come graduation day. You hear whispers via the third year rumor mill of his accomplishments and his ultimate defeat against both Shiratorizawa and Karasuno. Matches you weren’t there to show your support for, even if Iwazumi Hajime, the ace and vice captain, had invited you because, “it would be nice for him (oikawa) to see a familiar face in the crowd.”

Glancing back at Iwazumi’s moss green eyes and stoic countenance, “and if I recall, it would be nicer if I wasn’t there because it might distract him further. There are plenty of scouts heading to those matches. I’m sure he’d catch one of their eyes.”

“And if those scouts ask him to move to another country, are you really going to be ok with not saying your goodbyes when we graduate, yn?”

You aggravatedly sigh at him, muttering an annoyed, “Yes, Iwazumi-kun, even then.”

Many months later, post Oikawa's jog in the winter while watching the Karasuno v Inarizaki match, it is now springtime. You’re holding a bouquet of flowers from your parents who pose with you for pictures around the inner school gates of Aoba Josai’s campus. Your fellow classmates and club members surround you for more photos as well. This was going to be one of the final memories you have for your high school career. You were accepted into a university specializing in biomedical engineering with a strong focus on exercise science.

This was your dream, not necessarily the same path as Iwazumi’s to become an athletic trainer, no, however you had wanted to be a doctor whose focus would help restore and maintain older athlete’s bodies even post retirement. Helping those who had maybe one or two career setbacks was something which had captivated you the more you began to focus on the life sciences of your high school careers and with the help of those teachers, they had written for you a brilliant recommendations to boost your acceptance after passing the various university exams.

[13:43]

In your office nearly a decade later from high school graduation, sits your newest patient. He comes from Argentina, like your nurses tell you, but the rumor that he had come on a friend's recommendation is what actually piques your interest. Well, to be fair, two of your friends' personal recommendation are what causes you to raise your eyebrow. The nurse on duty that day takes his vitals as normal, asks him the routine questions before giving him the proper spiel of, "sit tight and the doctor will see you in a few minutes."

Oikawa Tooru has come home for several reasons. The only one on the top of his list is coming home for an exhibition match game he was invited to by the former captain of Nekoma and now representative of the JVA. However, when word reaches Iwazumi's camp in the national team's gym, he smirks, sending a text halfway across the world. Your name is thrown into the mix of doctors who are willing to examine older, closer to retirement age, athletes. Considering this was not how he had wanted to spend his second day back in his home country, Oikawa Tooru asks to book this appointment to get an all clear before playing the V-League exhibition match Kuroo talked him into attending.

You are reading over the file of the new patient outside of the room in the hallway. You scan over the various ticks he had made on the questionnaire along with your nurse who says that his young son looks up to Oikawa-san as a professional volleyball player.

"Repeat that one more time, Sato-san," you clear your throat when Sato-san repeats what he had said earlier.

"My son is as huge fan of Oikawa-san," he points to the name at the top of the document in your hand.

Right there, next to Sato-san, the nurse's pointer finger, is the kanji of the name of a person you thought about since your high school, university, and medical school graduation days. You clear your throat, thanking Sato for his time measuring the vitals of the next patient in the room you're about to enter.

"No prob doc," is all Sato says when he walks back to the nurse station leaving you to enter the examination room where an old flame sits.

You take a deep breath prior to knocking and entering. You open the door and you see OIkawa bent over on the examination bed, reading something on his phone. His hair is cropped shorter, his shoulders are a bit broader, his skin a bit tanner, and for lack of better words, his muscles quite filled out the rest of him. He's still humming a tune you're unfamiliar with until your shoes enters his field of vision.

"Hello Tooru," your voice causes him to freeze and immediately causes his eyes to avert away from his phone. "It's been a while."

Oikawa's coffee-colored eyes study your face and the recognition hits him like a truck. Although he is dressed in a sky blue buttoned blouse and dark jeans compared to your teal scrubs and white lab coat, he stands up, arms extended to crush you in a hug. His patient file falls to the floor when you hug him back.

You hear him for the first time since that argument long ago, voice wobbly and all, "I missed you."

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #an hq: timeskip story #soft sora hours: ft oikawa tooru #🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora scribbles 2023

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findmeinasunshower · 2 years

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𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒚: 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

word count: 1.2k

summary: “If only you could see yourself the way I see you, because, holy shit, you’d realize how much I’ve fallen for you.” one-shot, fluff.

warnings: alcohol use

“Sometimes I wonder why I took this job.”

Harry frowns at the ceiling before allowing his head to loll drunkenly to the side to look at you. You’re the only one still in his small Hogsmeade cottage after the end of term staff party he took upon himself to throw. The plan was to finish off the last bottle of firewhiskey together and then you’d go...but, you’re still here on the sofa next to him, and another bottle was opened a long time ago.

“What? Why?”

You shrug thoughtfully. “I just can’t believe I took that big of a risk. A woman shows up on my doorstep and offers me a job to teach witches and wizards about non-magic folk.” You chuckle to yourself. “It sounded so nonsensical. I think the only reason I did believe it was because it was Professor McGonagall who told me.”

“That and my whole summer spent taking you ‘round the Wizarding World and convincing you,” Harry adds, and you nod in agreement. “You are right though, it’s hard to argue with Minnie’s face.”

“Oh god, don’t call her Minnie. It feels so wrong.”

“I honestly can’t believe that just came out of my mouth. She was my Head of House in school I didn’t think I’d ever call her anything but ‘Professor.’”

You laugh and shake your glass of firewhiskey playfully. “Alcohol, my friend.”

Harry laughs with you and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence once again. You scan the room for the thousandth time tonight, taking in his charmingly cluttered living space. Despite it being late May, a fire crackles in the fireplace. Stacks of books take up almost every surface, as there’s no room for bookshelves, and moving photos cover every wall. You’ve found yourself studying each and every one of them at some point throughout the night.

All of a sudden you find yourself speaking again: “Speaking of you showing me the wizarding world...remember when you took me to Honeydukes and the first Chocolate Frog card I got was you?”

Harry groans dramatically and sinks deeper into the plush couch next to you. “Oh, don’t remind me. One of the most embarrassing moments of my life, and that’s saying a lot.”

“I’m glad you were so embarrassed, because I was beyond mortified.” At that response, Harry looks at you curiously. He had expected you to poke fun at him like you usually do when you bring up that day.

“Why were you mortified?”

The laugh you offer him is a bit forced. “Because not only had I been introduced to a whole new world, but the man who was supposed to be my coworker was a bloody teenaged war hero.” Harry’s shocked to see tears welling up in your eyes. “How am I supposed to hold a candle to that when my students can fucking conjure candles?”

“I just...” You sigh in frustration. “Sometimes I feel out of place at Hogwarts. I love my students, and I think they like me—”

“—Trust me, they do—”

“but—” You struggle for the right words before huffing in frustration and falling against the back of the couch. “Ugh, I don’t know. I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.”

Harry’s quiet for a moment as he watches you, trying to hide your traitorous tears from him.

“You know, I was raised a muggle.”

You look at him in surprise. “No you weren’t.”

“I was.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“Really?”

He chuckles and nods. “Yup. That’s why McGonagall gave me the task of showing you the Wizarding World before you took the job. Well, that and the fact that it was my idea to hire a muggle to teach Muggle studies. But that’s beside the point: There was a time it was all new to me too.”

“And I wasn’t just raised by muggles, I didn’t even know I was magic until I got my letter to Hogwarts, and even then I didn’t know what it meant until Hagrid showed up and explained everything to me, just like I did to you.” You find yourself tucking a leg underneath you and sitting up straight so you can better face Harry on the couch, watching the flames dance in his eyes.

“So, I know what you mean when you say you feel out of place. I still feel that way. Hell, I was an auror for four years before I came back to Hogwarts to teach. No one expected the great Harry Potter to become a bloody teacher, but it’s what makes me happy.” He pokes your leg playfully. “And I know teaching at Hogwarts makes you happy too. It has that effect on people.”

You giggle softly. “You’re right. It really does.”

He looks at you thoughtfully. “But you still sometimes feel like you don’t belong because you can’t do magic?”

Your smile slides off your face. “Yeah.”

Harry sighs and leans forward to set his drink on the coffee table in front of you. “(y/n), if only you could see yourself the way I see you, because bloody hell you’d realize how much I’ve fallen for you.”

Your heart stops. Whatever you were expecting to come out of your friend’s mouth next, it certainly was not that. “What?”

“You heard me.” Harry gently takes your drink from your trembling fingers and places it next to his. “I’ve liked you since my students came in from your first class talking about how interesting fucking electricity was. And they pronounced it correctly. And if there’s one thing my life has taught me, it’s that there’s no time like the present.”

You’re speechless. Completely, utterly, embarrassingly speechless. Of course, you’ve liked Harry since almost the first day you met him. He’s handsome, and charming as all hell, and his arrival in your life completely turned it on its head. And he’s only continued to change it for the better by being your greatest friend over this past year.

So it’s not just the firewhiskey when you close the distance between the two of you and kiss him like Voldemort’s back (see that wizard term? You got it.)

The small grunt that comes out of him when you kiss him makes your heart flutter, and you sigh contentedly when you tangle your fingers in his hair. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, allowing him to kiss you even deeper.

After a few more kisses, Harry pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. You stay there for a moment simply breathing together before he pulls back to look into your eyes.

“You know,” he breathes, “Half of me thought you didn’t feel the same.”

You laugh disbelievingly and peck his lips once more. “Well, it’s your lucky day, Potter. Because I’ve fallen for you too.”

#findmeinasunshower #sunshowerimagines #harry became a teacher #fight me #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter x you #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #x you #teacher!harry #harry james potter #harry james potter imagine #harry james potter x reader

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offbrandkyoya · 11 months

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You’re feeling a bit better than yesterday but a part of you is still upset. You woke up this morning feeling good but it washes away when you recall last nights events. Sitting up, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand, and Scaramouche never texted you once. Your breath shakes and you get up to start the day.

Currently, you are eating lunch with Thoma since it’s break. You’ve been spacing out but working on your art project distracted you. You ate and stared at the table. Thoma is concerned for you and he decides to ask, “What’s wrong?” You look up at him and the guilt surfaces. “Uh, well…” You put your fork down and hold your hands. “Scaramouche and I got into a fight.” Thoma gains a shocked expression. “Oh no. I’m sorry, yn.” You smile forcibly. “It’s okay.”

Then, you frown again. “Thoma, I have to tell you something.” He tilts his head a little. “What is it?” You look around before leaning towards him and whispered, “I know.” He blinks. “Know what?” You look around again. “Not here.” You say and get up, gathering your things and throwing your trash away. Thoma follows you and throws away his stuff too. You lead him to the lounge and sit on the couch. He sits next to you still confused.

“Thoma, I know about you and Diluc.” Suddenly, his face went white. He shook and picked on his skin as he chuckled awkwardly. “H-How did-How did you find out?” You took out your phone and show him the message you received. He grew more and more anxious as he read the article, word for word. Thoma looks away and you take it as a sign that he doesn’t want to read it anymore.

Putting your phone away, you place a hand on top of his, mostly to stop him from hurting his skin. “I wont tell Diluc, I promise.” Thoma nods. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I’m letting you know because I don’t want to keep it a secret from you.” You caressed his hand. “You’re a good guy so I’ll do whatever you want me to do with this information.” Thoma sighs and thinks for a moment. He looks at you and asks, “Are you the only one who knows?” You shook your head. “Scaramouche knows but I doubt he’ll say anything.” ‘Hopefully.’

Thoma nods again. “It’s pretty sad. Our history.” You frown and give him a tight hug. “I’m sorry.” He hugs back and buries his face in your shoulder. “It’s okay.” He says, softly. You both pull away from each other. “Enough of that,” You say. “I want to show you how my projects going.” Thoma smiles. “I’m pretty excited.” He tells you. You get out your phone once more and show him a photo of your artwork. He gasps, “Woah, that’s so good!” You blushed. “Is it? You don’t think it’s too much?” He shakes his head. “Of course not. You’re very talented.”

You smile and look at the piece as well. “I’m sure Scaramouche agrees.” Those words made you gasp and turn to him. Thoma only smiled at you and you couldn’t help but look at your drawing again. The bell rings and Thoma stands up to leave. “Are you coming?” He asks since you didn’t move. “You go without me.” You say and he nods, leaving you on your own. You bit your bottom lip. Slowly, you opened Scaramouche’s contact and stared at the keyboard.

Your finger went to press a key but you stopped when you received a message.

- kny ep today and i sobbed

- can’t wait for next season 😁😁

- also hq returning soon kinda nervous

- I miss them 😞☹️

- I started watching nhie (only on s2 no spoilers pls even though Ik who she ends up w in the end lol)

🏷️ @sakiimeo @coquettemaiden @rmiyuki @kur44pika @theblueblub @jxxji0309 @dreamsofminnie @ohmyfinggod @redactedhimbo @kunisbeloved @akagism2 @sketcheeee @thefandomcrow @beriiov @thenightsflower @yukiipc @scaraapologist @scarletttcroww @samyayaya @crucnhice @monaypo1 @feiherp @myaaones @warcelia @hangecanweholdhands @yuminako @valiryyz @screechingxiaolover @tiddieshakeshownu @ilovechuuyaa @d4y-dr3am3r @dazaisfavgf @swivy123 @ganyusbrideee @sagegreenthinks @the-left-glove @wonderland-fan @kylexzz @kaoyamamegami @whycantscarabereal @rvoulte @eunchaeluvr @lxkeeeee @silvermah @baby-bread-in @yelleloww @magica-ren @itzblazekun @im-inlovewithy0u @featuredtofu

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hyperfixated-gvf · 1 year

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Groupie AU Headcanons

Hello hello! Here's those headcanons I promised for the one year anniversary of Settle Down! They aren't really all that smutty, sorry. I'm still planning on writing more filth for you guys, though, I promise! Also, I'm sorry if this isn't my best work, I'm not really well-versed in writing headcanons, but it was a really fun exercise!

Without further ado, enjoy!

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Warnings: Language, one spicy headcanon (#3), which includes a couple lines of dirty texts and one mention of masturbation over the phone

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader; Jake Kiszka x Reader; Sam Kiszka x Reader; Josh Kiszka x Reader

Words: 3545

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What you like to do for fun together:

Josh:

Josh likes to romance you even though you aren’t a couple. He’ll surprise you with a rose and whisk you away for an adventure around the town, but his favorite thing to do with you is find the most beautiful park and picnic, bonus point if there’s a pond or a lake because you guys like to keep seaweed snacks on you to feed the ducks. You’ll name them funny little names and he always ends up taking a selfie with them, which you always find funny because his photo reel is full of selfies with ducks.

“A rose for my darling,” Josh said, swooping dramatically until you took the flower from his hand.

You took his outstretched hand and followed him down the stairs, noting the backpack he wore. “Did you find us a park? And did you get some seaweed? You fed the rest of ours to those mallards in Indiana last time.”

Josh shot you a mischeivous grin, and then opened the door to the rental car for you. “Don’t tell Sam, but I stole the rest of his.”

Jake:

Jake loves teaching you about music, but not just music in general, music the way he sees it. He’s not great at sight reading or anything having to do with music notes on paper, so when he caught you staring early on in the arrangement and you admitted that you loved watching them play and were interested in learning yourself, Jake couldn’t help but put himself in the position of teacher, even if he’d never taught before, because he loves explaining his process to you, which also helps him figure things out himself when he has trouble. You’ll sit there together for hours with a snack and just play around on the instruments.

“It kinda reminds me of when Pheobe tried to teach Joey how to play guitar,” you laughed. After the many months now that you’d been with them, you’d have thought you would be better now at the guitar. You were not.

Jake smiled and made an exagerated hand motion. “What – you mean you think I name my precious skills things like ‘the bear claw’ and ‘the old lady?’” he teased, having watched that episode with you just to scrutinize the guitar playing. He moved to sit with his chest flush up against your back, wrapping his arms around you, even though they nearly didn’t reach around the guitar, and you leaned back into him, content to just watch him play.

Danny:

Danny loves going to antique stores with you. The Kiszka brothers aren’t always in the mood to spend hours looking meticulously through each and every section in the store, but you’re always down to stay with him and watch his eyes light up when he sees something cool. Your favorite thing to do is find a very expensive or different clothing rack and then dress each other up in the weirdest outfits possible (although one time, you did end up liking a coat he put you in more than you thought you would, and Danny carried it around the store for you until you checked out).

“Do you think that Josie would hate me if I showed up with an entire vintage ‘My Little Pony’ set for her birthday next month?” Danny joked, grinning as you raised your brows in surprise at the pure size of the display, with what look like about 50 plastic ponies all standing around a multi-piece set.

You picked up a pink one. “I’m sure you’d definitely be low on the list of ‘people I need to send a thank you card to.” You turned to see an old ukulele hanging on the wall at the booth across the floor. “But I don’t think you should be actively making your sister hate you. Go check that uke out instead.”

He turned to where you were pointing and gasped, the hand-painted designs immediately making him forget about ‘My Little Pony.’

Sam:

Sam loves drinks – alcoholic, holiday, specialty, anything – and he loves knowing what the “special” drink of whatever town or city they’re in is. He’ll do all his research and send you screenshots or links to places that he wants to go, and he knows you’ll come with because you want to take advantage of seeing the world like a rockstar without fame. Sometimes, just to fuck with people, Sam insists that you made each other unrecognizable, and then once you’d drank your fill of the best hot cocoa or a flight of craft beer, he’d call Danny or one of his brothers and challenge them to find you, like a big game of hide and go seek.

“I think you look a little bit like a cartoon character who dresses up in disguise. The fake mustache is going just a little too far,” you teased, watching Sam wipe his mouth and accidentally set the stick-on facial hair askew.

He gasped as if offended and fixed his mustache, smoothing it out with his fingers and shooting you a dirty glare in the process. “Don’t talk about the ‘stache that way, Y/N. It’s my Clark Kent factor,” he defended.

Clark Kent had nothing on Sam Kiszka, you thought. You took a sip of a new beer from your flight and smacked your lips together. “Oh, this one’s good. Here, Superman,” you said playfully, hovering the drink over to Sam’s side of the table, “taste this one.”

How they’d react to a pregnancy scare:

Josh:

The most supportive boy there ever was! Wanna keep the baby? He’s already looking at the safest cribs. Don’t wanna keep it? He’ll drive you across the US to get you to a state that supports it, and he’d insist on being the first brother at your side, since he’s the oldest. But as we all know, Josh loves children, and he’s already writing lyrics about the the wonders of childhood and all the feelings he’s experiencing knowing that he could potentially be a father (…25% chance biologically, 100% chance in practice), and he keeps them stored away when the scare is resolved, but you find them weeks later, since everyone’s stuff is mixed with everyone else’s, and it definitely makes you cry.

“I really like this one,” you said, voice quivering as you read a set of lyrics on the papers you found that brought a lump to your throat. Just seeing how Josh had perceived things through his specific brand of communication was special, and even if you hadn’t wanted a baby, experiencing Josh’s positivity was something of a bundle of joy in and of itself.

Josh peeked over your shoulder and became a little bashful. “Well, they’re still a work in progress.”

Jake:

Jake is probably one of the most apprehensive about the maybe-pregnancy. In no way would he shirk responsibility or even be disappointed, per se, but he does worry about how it will affect the band, the arrangement, and their lives in general. He knows that the band’s time has an expiration date, and somewhere deep inside, he’d be a little worried that a baby would make that date come sooner. In his opinion, it would be one of the best reasons to go out, but Jake isn’t done quite yet. That being said, Jake thinks tiny little guitars are cute, and he quite likes playing house with you. He’s also second, only after Sam, regarding the most curious about who the “real” father would have been, if you actually had been pregnant.

“You’ve been a little quiet,” you said, nose to nose with Jake in his bunk. There was no funny business, not after the excitement of the day, but you’d noticed his unusually subdued demeanor after you broke the news.

Jake looked back at you with what almost look like guilt. “I’m just…processing. It’s like, our whole lives could have been changed, you know? And I feel bad that part of me was so– so against a baby .”

You pressed a soft kiss to his nose, grateful that he was honest and thoughtful both. “I would never ask you to give up your life, Jake. We’d have found a way.”

Danny:

He becomes a little bit of a Papa Bear, very much a dad-zilla, even in the short time the scare goes on for. Very freaked out, very concerned, but the most attentive of them all. He’s the one going out to buy the pregnancy tests and coming back with vitamins and a chocolate bar, too. He’s also the one who does the research for the nearest OB GYN so that if you are pregnant, you could be seen. He’s there in the morning with water and a cuddle, and he’d watch you like a hawk until you were safely and securely not pregnant, but he’d admit to you days after that he didn’t mind playing the doting partner, for what it was worth.

“Wait!” Danny cried out as the three Kiszkas enveloped you in a tight, comforting group hug. You all turned your heads toward him, bodies frozen where they were as his tone of voice surprised you.

“What?” you questioned. You’d much rather him be involved in the hug than standing on the outside, but he sounded worried and that set you on edge.

Danny bit his lip, taken aback by the immediate and complete shift of attention to him, even though he called it to himself. “Um…” he started, licking his lips uncertainly, “that won’t, like…hurt the baby, will it?”

“Oh god,” Sam chuckled, pulling away. “It’s the return of home-ec Flour Baby Dad Danny! Everybody run!”

Sam:

Sam spends the first few hours of the scare attempting to make light of it by assigning everyone a parental role. He jokingly dubs Danny, “Daddy,” as a nod to their fans (which Danny just rolls his eyes and shakes his head at), declares himself, “Pops,” Josh, “Papa,” (but only with a Spanish twist), and Jake, “Dada,” (but, again, only in the Shrek the III voice). In all reality, he’s scared out of his wits, because logically, Journey was right - the road ain’t no place to start a family. But between the doubts and the fear and the unpreparedness, seeing you laugh at his stupid jokes and the way his brothers look at you, he’d also knows that you already were kinda a family, and regardless of your decision to keep it or not, you’d be a pretty damn good one after everything, too.

You could see Sam sitting on his hands, everyone waiting impatiently for Danny to get back from the drugstore they had to do an emergency stop at. It was only ever in the dressing room before a show that Sam did that.

“You good?” you asked quietly as you sat next to him, hand on his knee.

Sam chuckled softly, glancing at you with his basset-hound eyes. “Yeah,” he said, clearly nervous but trying to hold it together. “Are you?”

You leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder to and stem his nervous energy. “Sure,” you said, half false confidence, the other half genuine. “One way or another, we will be.”

How they’d react if you sent them a dirty picture (that the others didn’t get 👀):

Josh:

Josh is probably the one who least minds sharing you. It’s not because he doesn’t love you any less than the others, it’s because he finds you so damn beautiful that he couldn’t fathom not sharing you with the others, who he knows love you just as much. So, when the other three don’t get a text, he shares with them, but only just barely; he is, after all, possessive of what you give to him specifically, so he only allows the other’s a peek once he checks that it’s okay with you. Very much, “ha ha, look what I have” more than he does it out of the goodness of his heart.

“Holy shit, darling. How can you do this to me? You know I’m around my brothers, and you know that we won’t be home for another few hours.”

“Can I brag about you, darling? Would it be okay for me to show the others how beautiful you look in that picture? Just so that they know. Then it’s all for me.”

“I can’t stop staring at this, Y/N, damn. How did we get so fucking lucky?”

Jake:

Jake is definitely the one taking a little “break” from whatever it is he was doing. Most likely to the bathroom (hint hint wink wink). If he knows you’re free, he’d definitely give you a call, just so that you can hear his breathing change as he gets off in the studio’s private bathroom. You might even talk him through it, knowing that you got him so worked up with one picture. And when he gets back to the others, he’d just smirk knowingly in a way that would drive the other three insane.

“You know it’s only fair that I call you so you can hear what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“I’m alone now. I hope you are too.”

“The others hate me for having a secret, but if you wear that little number tonight I bet they’ll forget all about ;)”

Danny:

You know that you’re playing with fire when it comes to Danny with how quick he is to snap from his sweet, down-to-earth everyday demeanor to his dominant, controlling bedroom one. Combining the two different extremes of his personality, especially when he’s not with you to do anything about it, creates a very interesting breed of Danny, and the others would never know what set him off because he wouldn’t be thinking of them – as soon as he sees that picture, he knows that his focus is done for the rest of the day. He’s only human, after all.

“If you wanted me to leave to come and fuck you stupid…this was the best way to do that. Good job.”

“You’re so pretty and I want to absolutely RUIN that. In a good way, obviously.”

“You’re gonna want to start groveling, sweet girl. You’ve made me mess up too many times and they’ve sent me home.”

Sam:

He’d immediately look up at the others for their reaction if he was around them and, when he doesn’t see a reaction, he’d catch on immediately that he was the sole recipient of the photos and devolve into his teasing, taunting bedroom persona. He’s just as good at getting you all riled up over the phone as he is in person. He’d hint at it in the group, telling his brothers when they ask why he’s so distracted on his phone, “It’s a Y/N and I thing. For me to enjoy and you to not.”

“Just for me, dirty girl? How kind of you.”

“Good god, baby, you are beautiful. Where have you been hiding these sexy little pictures?”

“You’re gonna be dressed like this when I get back to the bus, right? Curl up right there in my bunk with the blinds closed, I want you all to myself. Go ahead and touch yourself for me, make sure you’re nice and wet and ready, cause this was a naughty, naughty, prank.”

How they’d react to fan speculation about their relationship with you:

Josh:

He’d have next to no reaction. In fact, you’d be very surprised if it were him to bring it up in the first place, because Josh loves his fans, but to a point that seeing everyone’s wants and desires and criticisms all at once overwhelms him since he can’t make everyone happy. But if he saw something about your relationship, he’d be sure to bring it up to you if only to make you aware of it, but outside of that, he really doesn’t care if people speculate.He protects you as best as he can – they all do – but he’s no stranger to the world of fame and fans, so he sees no reason to fight it.

“Hey, we’re dating again, just to let you know,” Josh said casually from the couch as you poured yourself a cup of drip coffee and hoped to God that the bus wouldn’t make you spill it all over yourself.

His words made you laugh, though, and you snorted before taking a sip of your drink. “Oh yeah? I wasn’t sure who I was on most recently. The last I heard I was caught up in a love triangle between Danny and Jake, and they hated each other because of me, so…”

Josh put his feet in your lap as soon as you sat down next to him. “Nah, darling, you’re all mine right now.”

Jake:

Like Josh, he probably wouldn’t have much of an outwardly reaction, but the speculation would put Jake a little more on edge, especially since he lurks on social media more than Josh does. This would unfortunately lead to him distancing himself from you for a little bit, meaning not as much sex, not as much fun, and not as much time that he spent with the band when you tag along. It might make you falter for a second, not knowing what brought it on (and not because you hadn’t seen the rumors, but because there were so many of them that you’d become desensitized) but, eventually, the other boys would drag him to you when they figure out that he’s making you upset by doing it, and he’d come around like he always does.

“I think that you being the mastermind behind this all is very fitting,” Jake joked, listening as the dressing room door was barricaded from the outside. “They’re just your loyal meatheads.”

“Why are you avoiding me?” you asked, ignoring his question and getting right to the point that the other boys had brought Jake in to clear up. “I’ve given you like, one handjob in the past two weeks and you gave up your hotel night to Josh.” It was about more than sex, of course – you missed him as a friend, and you were worried you’d done something to make him angry. He fixed you with a startled gaze and began to protest, but you would have none of it. “And you DARE say that you aren’t, Jake Kiszka. Talk to me," you asked, softer now.

Jake hesitated for a moment, but let out a deep breath he seemed to be holding in his entire being. "Okay."

Danny:

This man would cause chaos if given the opportunity. He’d like supportive posts, but he’d also like cryptic, single-guy coded posts just because he can. He’d probably even follow a new ‘run by a hot woman’ account to really nail the point in that nobody out there really knew what was going on behind closed doors. And, speaking of behind closed doors, he likes it when the speculation cycle eventually makes it around to him again, because he when people think you’re his, it gives him ground to call you that “as a joke.” However, it also makes him just that much more likely to have you whisper-scream his name on the bus for the others to hear, and that’s not a joke.

“Well, hello there, Y/N,” Danny said with a wink as he slid into the diner booth beside you before any of the other three could, “or should I say, my ‘on-and-off-again, no-good-for-me girlfriend’ who I was apparently seen buying a ring for last week.”

The other three band members crowded into the other seats, leaving you squished up against the wall. “It’d better be one fat diamond, Wagner,” you huffed, prying your phone from between the two of you. “Have the masses moved me to your corner again?”

“Oh yeah,” Danny confirmed, smiling sweetly and wrapping an arm around you. He kissed your cheek and then followed it with a whisper into your ear, “I’m your prince in the streets but a freak in the sheets, as they say. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Sam:

Sam is an enigma when it comes to speculations. It happens so much that he gets bored of it, and his response differs every time. In the beginning, he would just shut down socially – that meant a break from social media, less outings, less fan interaction from him – but as time went by and speculations because something to sigh about instead of react to, he’d be even more careless. He’d post stories with you, bring you everywhere with them, throw you a kiss onstage, etc. because he’d be a little spiteful. He doesn’t like it when people demonize you for being close with the whole band, so he’ll show his affection plain as day to get that message across.

“Sam, just because they say–”

“I don’t care what they fucking say, I’m doing this because I want to,” Sam insisted, popping a piece of cotton candy in his mouth as the Ferris Wheel rose higher. “I love fairs.”

Looking out at all the people wandering around the town they were playing a show in, you knew there’d be a large population of Greta Van Fleet fans who’d catch sight of you and make assumptions. You honestly didn’t mind, but you knew it ticked Sam off, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

The sun was beginning to set, though, and pressed flush shoulder to foot with Sam, you couldn’t really find it in you to argue.

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The Night Moves | Part Five

The Night Moves Masterlist

Alternate Universe

Vampire Hunterl!Bradley Bradshaw x Female Reader

Summary: An internship with the Smithsonian’s National Museum of American History should have been the highlight of your academic career. The perfect addition to your resume while you worked on your doctoral thesis. An interdepartmental assignment, however, sees your reality ripped apart by incomprehensible forces. Five tumultuous days will leave you forever changed and inextricably linked to two men born centuries apart.

Warnings: Angst, Language, Discussion of Violence, Blood, Discussion of Serious Reader Injury, Hospitals, Psychiatrists, Supernatural Themes, Historical Inaccuracies, Institutional Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes [fingering, hand job, oral sex, protected sex] - 18+ Only

Author's Note: Late update is VERY LATE. I am extremely sorry, but here is the final chapter! Thank you very much for your patience!

Word Count: 4671

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-Saturday-

The faint murmur of activity – a medley of rustling paper, footsteps, low voices, and a distantly ringing phone – greeted your return to consciousness. Blinking reluctant and blurry eyes open to the sight of a private room in some emergency department, you swallowed dryly as your eyes took in the sterile surroundings. The crimson blood flowing from the bag marked ‘O–’ through clear tubing into the I.V. buried in the back of your hand, the worn hospital gown that had replaced your borrowed dress, the flannel hospital blanket draped over your lower body, the scratch of the nasal cannula as it delivered extra oxygen, the claustrophobic feeling of the pulse oximeter on your index finger.

The large man perched on the chair beside your hospital bed flipping through your notebook.

You still felt weak, improved since the last time you had been awake, but by no means yourself just yet. However, it seemed that Bradley Bradshaw had delivered you into the hands of medical professionals in time to save you from your bad decisions. Your gaze remained snagged on his hands as they cradled the pages of your frantic scribblings and you stared silently. You were aware that you really ought to speak, to confirm your return to the land of the living, but you were truly uncertain where to begin. An apology? An explanation? An expression of gratitude? An inquiry about how he had found you?

He saved you the trouble of making that decision by speaking first.

“The man in this story died the night they changed him.” He murmured without raising his head, making you jump and look to your own hands quickly.

“How…how did you find me…” You croaked out, summoning your language skills at last.

“When you didn’t come out of that party, the one you maybe forgot to tell me about, with your coworker, I got worried. Unfortunately, I had to resort to more mundane methods such as showing your picture around and bribing the front desk clerk. It took a lot of time. A story about my cousin entangled in some sordid situation proved quite effective once I found the right hotel.” Bradley explained without looking up before lifting his phone to snap a photo of the last page in your notebook.

You crinkled your brows in confusion just as a burning itch erupted from the flesh of your inner thigh and your hand shot reflexively beneath the blanket only to find a bandage covering your target. “Fuck why are they so damn itchy.” You hissed and screwed your eyes shut, shifting back to grip the rails of the bed in an attempt to distract yourself.

“There was effectively a man-sized mosquito between your thighs; it’s the enzymes from his saliva.” He replied, snapping your notebook shut firmly.

The sharpness of his words, punctuated by the sound of the pages colliding together firmly, flooded your eyes with tears. “Bradley I…I’m so sorry.” Your voice wobbled treacherously as the tears gathered at your lash line before spilling down your cheeks.

You watched, features painted with the guilt that wracked your body, as he rose to his feet with a sigh, grabbing your bag from a hook on the wall and sliding the book inside. He grabbed his jacket from the hook beside it and slung it onto his shoulders in a fluid, practiced movement.

“You were in his thrall.” He replied, at last, with a shake of his head, looking in your general direction but not at you. The statement was delivered flatly, almost clinical. “Glad you’re awake now, and safe.”

“Safe…” You exhaled, not really certain you believed it to be quite so simple. “But he…bit me I’m not…going to become a. A…” for some reason you were incapable of speaking the word. “…like him?”

His eyes narrowed, hands planting on his hips as he addressed your right shoulder. “Did he feed you his blood?”

“No. No he didn’t.” You replied quickly, shaking your head.

“Then it won’t happen.” He nodded, posture relaxing. “I told the staff it was a kink thing gone wrong. The police have Jacob’s description and his coat from your hotel room. Take care.”

You blinked, swallowing tightly. “You’re leaving.” Your voice felt strangled in your throat as you finally processed his actions.

“Job’s done.” He nodded, finally meeting your eyes with a breathtakingly fragile gaze for a fraction of a second before turning to stride out of the room.

A faint noise of protest fell from your lips, and you tried to extract yourself from the blanket, only to find yourself hopelessly tangled in tubes and wires. Your nurse Camille, who was already making her way to the room to check on you, hustled the last few steps to push you back into bed, gently chastising you for trying to get up. Effectively thwarting any attempt you might have made at stopping Bradley Bradshaw from walking out of your life.

You spent the rest of that night in the hospital, unable to stem the steady flow of tears from your eyes as, after being reunited with your phone, your calls and texts to what was once Bradley’s number went unanswered. You received two blood transfusions and a referral to a psychologist for all that you had gotten entangled with. From their perspective, the police believed you had been assaulted by a murder suspect carrying the coat of one of his many victims, before leaving you for dead in a hotel room. It was only thanks to the heroic efforts of your now-absent cousin that you had survived said encounter. Knowing it would come to nothing, you provided them with Jacob’s full name and description, fully aware that it would be impossible for them to locate a vampire who was now a pile of dust.

You felt utterly absurd when you were discharged the next morning, stepping out into the weak autumn sunshine in a floor-length gown and ruined make-up. Mercifully, the cab driver was more focused on arguing with the person on the other end of their phone call and only paid attention to your destination and the hefty fare you owed him. At least your hospital bill had been paid – yet another thing you owed the departed Bradley Bradshaw and his mysterious community of vampire hunters.

The rest of the day was miserable, spent in bed after a careful shower, eating packaged soup from your cupboard. The next day was slightly better. Each day that passed thereafter was somewhat less painful than the one before. You attended your weekly appointments with the psychologist begrudgingly at first but gradually found them a rather useful outlet to process all that you had endured. After nearly a month, you gathered the courage to open the notebook once more.

It was then that the topic of your doctoral thesis came to you, something you had been trying to determine for several months by that point. The proposal to study the ledger found with the still-missing missing remains of an ‘unknown continental soldier’ was very well received by both your faculty advisor and your supervisor at the Smithsonian. It provided a goal, a focus, a purpose that only added to your forward momentum. Eventually you stopped counting the days from when Bradley left, allowing time to simply pass according to the calendar on the wall as it always had.

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-Mid December-

The first snowfall of the year had begun the night before and you had opened the blinds to a world cloaked in white. It was hard to deny the festive feeling it awoke within you, a small smile tugging at your lips as you looked out over the courtyard. Donning your winter coat, brand new scarf, and a pair of mittens, you headed across the main road. When picking up your groceries a few days ago, you had noticed the outdoor planters of spruce, cedar, birch branches, and pinecones they had for sale. And with the change in the weather, you could not help but think one would be the perfect seasonal addition to your balcony.

The selection was significantly reduced since the last time you had been at the store, but you were still able to purchase an attractive option. With your task accomplished, you made your way back towards the apartment complex, unable to stop your grin at the sound of the accumulated snow scrunching beneath your boots as fresh fluffy flakes had begun to swirl through the air once more. Hefting the planter higher against your body, you were grateful it was not much further to your building as your arms began to ache. But the sight of Bradley Bradshaw leaning against the back of his Bronco parked beside the door to your building had your grip on it faltering.

“Bradley?” You breathed in confusion, hugging the fragrant arrangement closer to your body as you walked closer to him slowly.

He straightened to his full height, tugging at his suede jacket as he murmured your name in greeting. The dusting of snow that had gathered on his shoulders scattered to the ground. “I… Uh just wanted to stop by and make sure you were doing ok.” He shuffled his feet slightly, the tips of his ears and nose nipped pink by the cold.

The rasp of his voice made you gulp as you had so diligently made your peace with the fact that you would never see him again and yet here he was, freezing his extremities off in your parking lot. “Come inside, I’ll make you a hot drink to warm up.” You swallowed – it was the least you could do after all that he had done for you.

He looked you over a moment, considering, until you shifted the heavy planter in your grip once more. He stepped forward and took it from you carefully, nodding. “Ok…yeah.”

Relinquishing your burden gratefully, you smiled a little at his acceptance before leading him inside, brushing the snow from your hair and jacket before stepping into your apartment. Kicking off your boots, you guided him over the sliding doors, reaching to take the planter from his hands to set out on the balcony. The scent of sandalwood still clung to him, as it had the first night you had quite literally run into him, and it frankly made your mouth water. You tugged the arrangement from his hands and dashed out onto the cold concrete in your sock- feet to set it down, desperate to regain control of your senses.

Hurrying back inside, you brushed past him on your way to the kitchen to fill your electric kettle with water from the tap, flicking the switch to set it to boil. You could feel him standing behind you, shrugging out of his jacket and draping it over the back of a dining chair. Your mind was groping wildly for something, anything to say, taking you right back to that Saturday morning when you awoken in a hospital bed. But no words seemed to sufficiently encapsulate everything you were feeling in that moment. The gratitude for all that he had done to protect you, to keep you alive. The regret for your actions when under Jacob’s thrall. But most importantly, everything that you felt for Bradley himself.

Inhaling sharply through your nose you turned towards him, swallowing thickly as he was a lot closer than you had assumed. Steeling your nerve, you stepped forward and grasped his face in both hands, pressing your lips to his firmly, finding it easier to express things this way rather than with unreliable words. For a few heart-stopping seconds there was no response. Bradley simply stood there, still as a statue. You were about to draw back, concerned you had made a horrible mistake, when his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you flush against him. Delight and warmth flooded through you, making you gasp softly.

Taking advantage of your parted lips, his tongue licked into your mouth teasingly. Pressing closer, you slid your arms around his neck, delving your fingers into his hair. He backed you up against the counter, a rumble of pleasure erupting from his throat as his grip tightened around you, his kiss turning fierce. Emboldened, you tugged at his curls, earning a growl as he dug his fingers into your hips and hoisted you against his body, wrapping your legs around his hips before blindly shuffling his away out of the kitchen and down the hall towards your bedroom.

Shifting your lips to trail down along the scars on his cheek to his jaw, you allowed him the use of his eyes in the hopes of preventing bruises on either of your bodies. Setting you on the duvet, he smoothed your hair from your face tenderly before reaching for the hem of your shirt, tilting his head in silent question. You nodded and raised your arms, allowing him to peel the garment from your body before he tossed it in the general direction of the bench at the end of your bed.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart…” He rasped and surged forward to seize your lips in a heated kiss once more, pressing you back into the bed beneath him.

Your hands fisted in the front of his plaid shirt, heart fairly exploding beneath your ribcage as that nickname reached your ears. Frantically, your fingers your fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to run your hands along the warmth of his skin. Under the onslaught of his mouth against yours, however, your progress proved painfully slow, and after only a few buttons were undone he grew impatient, sitting back on his heels to remove the offending fabric before immediately latching his lips to your neck.

Arching your back to eagerly bare more of your flesh to him, you moaned softly as your hands glided along his skin, happily claiming your prize. He sighed warmly as he settled between your thighs, and you gripped his hips tightly with your legs, pulling him closer. His hips instinctively rocked into yours, your fingers curling into his muscled shoulders as you mewled in response. Mouth covering yours once more, Bradley kissed you hungrily as he rutted his hardening length against the seam of your pants. It was a mixture of bliss and pure torture that had you writhing beneath him, desperate to be rid of the barriers between you.

He eased your torment as his right hand slid over the cup of your bra, the heat of his palm seeping through the fabric as he manipulated your tender flesh, making you press into his touch greedily. Sitting back on his heels once more, you whimpered in protest at the rush of cold air that replaced his body heat. He merely smirked in response, hands slipping beneath your back to unfasten your bra before stripping it from your body as well. His warm, wet mouth quickly covered one nipple while his palm tended to the other, goose bumps rippling across your skin as your hands tugged at his curls with another eager groan.

Insistently, you rocked your hips up against his, shuddering as his answering groan echoed through your chest. His hand moved to work at the fastening of your pants before they were tugged off your body to join the growing pile of clothes.

You worried your lower lip between your teeth, engaged in your own struggle with the fly of his jeans.

He tsked his tongue against his teeth before running it along his bottom lip as he watched you before his eyes honed in on the last article of clothing hiding you from his sight. “Don’t hurt yourself…” He rumbled, one hand planting beside your head to lean in and pull your lower lip between his lips to soothe it as he cupped you over your panties.

Bucking your hips needily, you yanked on his zipper before your hand dove past the waistband to press against his erection through the thin barrier of his boxers.

“Fuck.” He grunted against your lips, fingertips pressing the fabric of your underwear against your clit, dragging it across the sensitive bundle of nerves as he moved his digits in a circular motion that made it very difficult to keep your eyes open.

“Bradley…” You panted, doing your best to match his pace with your own hand, to respond to every bit of pleasure in kind.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He grinned, the moustache adorning his upper lip only amplifying the confident slant of his mouth.

“Mm! More.” You insisted, arching as he alternated the pressure against your clit.

A quick, firm kiss was his response before he pulled back to remove the last few items of clothing from your bodies. You smiled warmly before wrapping your fingers around his cock in gratitude. You swallowed thickly at the way his breath picked up, and the muscles of his abdomen fluttered in response. Frustratingly, he began to slide back off the side of the bed, out of your reach as he tugged you closer to drape your legs over his shoulders.

Pressing alternating kisses to the inside of your legs, he began to ascend higher up your calves to your thighs before he paused at the two raised marks left from your final encounter with Jacob. You tensed, afraid to exhale, afraid of what he was thinking as he was confronted with a physical reminder of all that had transpired. The feel of his soft lips pressing against your scars, contrasted by the bristling of his moustache against the skin above, had you exhaling slowly, eyelids sliding shut in relief as a few tears seeped from the corners of your eyes and down along your temples.

Forgiveness.

Following the movement quickly with the heat of his tongue stroking against that same patch of flesh, Bradley had your hips levitating with not-so-subtle guidance towards where you were aching for his attention. He hummed in sympathy, settling between your thighs properly as he draped his forearm across your pelvis to still your squirming body before his tongue delved between your folds.

“Fuck…” It was your turn to curse as the breath shuddered from your lungs.

Knees hooked over his shoulders, you pressed your heels into his back, greedily pressing him closer as he used his lips and tongue with purpose. Latching onto your clit with gentle sucking pressure, Bradley eased his index finger into your slick warmth.

“Ahn!” You cried out, bucking against his hold as you fisted the duvet viciously.

Forcing your heavy eyelids open, you licked your lips at the sight of his dark eyes watching you hungrily, your legs framing his face. He grinned against you, eyes crinkling at the corners, and paused a moment to pull one of your hands from the duvet to plant your grasping fingers on his head. Threading your fingers into the chestnut strands, you shuddered as he slid a second finger in to join the first, tightening your grip on him. He groaned against you, the sound reverberating through your body and making you clench around his digits.

“Bradley!” You whimpered and undulated your hips against his face, eliciting another growl from the man.

The cycle was endless, the reactions you each pulled from one another increasing in intensity until you were quivering on the precipice of climax. The stretch of the addition of his third finger was all it took to send you soaring over the edge, thighs clutching the sides of his face as you wailed in pleasure. He pulled back from your clit to avoid overstimulation, focusing on working his fingers inside you and devouring your release hungrily, surfacing only once your heaving breaths began to even out.

You looked to him with glassy eyes, swallowing tightly at the flush of his cheeks, the remainder of your slick on his mustache. Using the hand still firmly burrowed in his hair, you tugged him closer to kiss him deeply, shivering at the taste of yourself on his tongue. The press of his length, thick and heavy against your thigh brought with it renewed clarity.

Shifting to press your skin against his eager flesh teasingly, he shuddered hungrily, pulling back to murmur against your lips, “just a sec…” before sliding from the bed to rummage through his discarded jeans. Returning quickly, your nipples pebbled in the cool air left in absence, your eyes flickered to the reflective foil square in his hand.

Grinning fondly, you pushed yourself up to sitting, snatching it from his fingers and carefully tearing it open. Taking the opportunity to wrap your fingers around his cock, you stroked along him teasingly, reveling in the way he pressed his mouth against your temple, hot breaths fanning across your face as his fingers gripped your shoulders tightly. Growing desperate to feel him inside you, you methodically rolled the latex down his length before gasping as he dropped one hand to grasp your hip and bodily move you to lay against the pillows. You may never become accustomed to his supernatural strength, but you certainly wouldn’t mind trying.

As soon as Bradley was within reach once more, your arms snaked around his neck, pulling his lips to yours hungrily as you spread your legs welcoming. The feel of the head of his cock sliding through your folds, gathering the residual slick from your orgasm, teasing your engorged clit, had you whimpering into his mouth and pressing closer, insistently. With a breathy laugh and roll of his hips at last he began to sink into you, making your eyes roll back into your head at the delicious stretch of him.

His head nestled snuggly against your neck once he was seated fully inside you, pelvis flush against yours. “Fuck, sweetheart…” He rasped, voice roughened further than usual by pleasure.

“Yes…” You exhaled. “please…”

Nipping at the crook of your shoulder in response, he rolled his hips forward, pulling a groan from deep within you. Lifting his head, eyes drinking in your reaction, he repeated the action before surging forward to swallow your noise of pleasure, hips pulling back only to snap forward and sink back into your welcoming warmth once more. Your fingers gripped the nape of his neck, your other hand once more working its way into his hair as he truly seemed to enjoy having it there as your hips bucked to meet each of his thrusts. Shifting his weight onto his left forearm, you tugged your lips back from his with a cry as the fingers of his right hand slid between your bodies to circle your clit teasingly.

“Feel so good, sweetheart.” He panted against your cheekbone.

All you could manage was a moan in reply, wrapping your legs around his hips to draw him closer, deeper. He grunted roughly at the change in angle, sliding his teeth along your earlobe as the whiskers on his upper lip teased your skin simultaneously. Your nails dug into his skin carelessly as you began to flutter around his cock.

“Go on sweetheart, cum for me.” He groaned and you whimpered, arching tighter to him as your climax was almost there, within reach.

“B..brad..” you began to stutter before his hips collided with yours, rocking forward tightly and shattering the last barrier, hurtling you into orgasm with a wail of the last syllable of his name. “…leeeey!”

You were vaguely aware of the string of curses he growled into your ear as his hips fought to maintain their rhythm, thrusting through the spasms of your body as he chased his own release before his face was pressed against your collarbone to muffle a choked off cry. You could feel his cock twitching inside you as he filled its protective sheath, a sheen of sweat covering his body as his chest heaved against yours. Easing your tense grip on him, you caressed his shoulders warmly as he slowly regained control of his breathing before lifting his head to meet your eyes warmly.

Pressing your lips to his warmly, you couldn’t help the airy laughter that tumbled from your lips as his mouth pressed gentle kisses across your cheeks and brow, tickling you with his moustache in the process. Pulling back reluctantly, he slid to his feet, ambling his way to the washroom before returning with a warm washcloth, condom disposed of. Once you were properly taken care of, he manoeuvred the pair of you beneath the of the duvet, pulling you close into his arms.

“I’m plenty warm now, thank you.” He grinned against your cheek, and you could not help the bark of laughter in response.

“Guess I never did make you that drink, did I?” You sighed sheepishly.

“While we’re on the subject of things we were supposed to do…” He shifted back to meet your eyes with a more serious gaze, making you swallow reflexively. “I never once saw you as just an assignment – no matter how damn hard I tried. I meant it when I said you ‘distracted’ me…more like you took over my whole brain.” You found yourself holding your breath as he spoke, so entirely focused on every word, every micro-expression that flitted across his features as he spoke. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you plowed into me.”

Your lips twitched fondly in memory as your hand slid to cup the side of his head, thumb stroking along his cheekbone. “I was too blinded by everything happening, but after you left that hospital room, I realised how badly I had fucked it all up and I…” You spoke until the last bit of air in your lungs ran out and took a deep breath as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. “…thank you for coming back.” You swallowed. “I was so scared I’d never see you again.”

His fingers gently pressed into the nape of your neck, tugging you closer to kiss you firmly. “Not getting rid of me now.” He mumbled against your lips prompting you to slide your arms around him tightly and kiss him deeply until you were forced to part from his lips to catch your breath again. He shifted onto his back, guiding you gently to lay across his chest as his fingers stroked against the skin of your shoulder. “‘sides I also came with a proposition…”

“Well, if it was to get me into bed…” You grinned, listening the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

He replied with a raspy chuckle. “No sweetheart I…well leadership was thoroughly impressed with your notes from your…interview. And seeing as we’ve been down a historian since the fire in Virginia, they wanted me to test your openness to recruitment.”

Your eyes widened as you lifted your headed to face him. “Recruit me. But I did a terrible job of being around a vampire…I’m only alive because of you.”

“Your instincts are good, you just need more training. Think about it.” He replied as his fingertips trailed along your jaw.

Eyeing him thoughtfully, you nodded as your mind began to consider the offer almost immediately. “I will, Bradley. I honestly will. I would have to finish my thesis, but after that I will be looking for employment.”

He grinned broadly. “Would the fact that we would get to work together often assist you with your decision making? We lost a lot of records that night and once you’re trained, you’ll need someone to go on fact finding missions with you.”

You bit your lip as the whole idea was becoming more and more attractive. “Seriously considering it, Bradley.” You tapped his nose, mouth falling open with a squeak as his teeth surged up to capture your fingertip gently.

Effortlessly, he flipped and pinned you beneath him before slinking back beneath the duvet to seal his mouth over your core. You truly never would grow accustomed to the supernatural strength and stamina he had been born with as a vampire hunter, but it certainly did not stop you from trying as often as possible.

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