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sageworld · 7 months

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The Christmas Kids • Rafe Cameron. (part II)

“the christmas kids were nothing but a gift,

and love is a tower where all of us can live.”

he was really sweet in the beginning but then something changed

WARNINGS • Cheating, mentions of sex work, reader catches an STD, overall just a upsetting chapter

christmas kids masterlist; here

06/13/2021

it had been hours and you couldn’t stop the tears. you laid yours’ & rafe’s half full bed in your pajamas sobbing your eyes out.

1:34am

your bed side clock read, rafe still wasn’t home he had texted you saying he was going out with top & kelce to watch the football game at the local bar around 7:30 & that was the last you heard from him.

you ponder back onto the events that had happened before that. you had walked into your local planned parenthood, complaints of vaginal pain, slime like discharge & a overall smell that you’d been insecure about for about two days now.

“hi mrs. cameron, im maddy & i’ll be your nurse today. i see on file that you want to get STD tested today.” your nurse greets you while closing the door behind her.

“yes, i’ve been having some issues and i just wanna make sure.” the small talk continues on for some time before she gives you the small green lidded cup & you head to the bathroom.

as you finish your business you leave it in the small metal box in the bathroom, going back to wait in the nurses office like directed. the nerves running through you.

bing

your phone buzzed.

rafey💍🧿: hey babe, just checked your location. wyd?

y/n: just been having some cramp issues is all.

you put your phone down when the nurse comes back in, your phone binging as you do so but you choose to ignore it.

“hi again, so we got your results back & unfortunately you’ve tested positive for chlamydia.” you don’t hear much past that. trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, focusing on trying not to cry in her office.

“mrs.cameron?” she tries to gain your attention to which you look up to her from your chair, teary eyed. “you will have to alert all partners you’ve been with-.” “i’ve only been with my fiancé, they’re must be some mistake.” the tears start to fall.

“i know this is hard, you should recommend your fiancé come in for some testing as well.” she rubs your back. “i want to be tested again, there must’ve been a mistake.” you sob, feeling the headache coming.

“mrs. cameron, we can test again but i can assure you that you’re positive for it, im gonna prescribe you some antibiotic that you can pick up at any local pharmacy.”

fast forward back to now, over pondering on the events of the day. your heart aches, you knew rafe. you knew of his infidelities but the thought never crossed your mind that he wasn’t using protection.

a nervous rumble fills your belly as you hear the roar of his trucks engine pulling up in your drive way.

2:57am

your clock now reads, football game my ass.

you knew he was never really watching football, rafe had more than a few addictions. somewhere in between the cocaine and money, strippers had fell into it. there was a club about 30 minutes away on the mainland that you’d seen rafe’s location at a few times. and after a few text searches you knew top & kelce had always gone with him.

at first you didn’t think it was bad, you’d looked at other guys before while in the relationship, hell for your eighteenth girls sleepover your friends got you a male stripper as a joke. that was until you woke up and saw nearly 2900 had been withdrawn from your & rafe’s account. it didn’t say what on but you could only assume he had taken out cash.

as time went on & it got worse, you could only wonder. why them?

he was engaged to you but he always found his way back to them. why couldn’t you be good enough? it felt like no matter how many hours you spent in the gym, no matter how clean and lean you ate it wasn’t enough. you always wondered if he was bored of your body, seeing the same things over and over again. but, that’s not much of a topic you should be thinking about.

you try and contain your sobs as he opens your bed room door, stumbling over to you. it’s clear he thinks your asleep. “mm sweet kitty.” he slurs, liquor taken over him as he bends over the bed to plant a kiss on your forehead.

you don’t move or dare open your eyes even after you hear the door to your master bathroom shut & the shower water turn on.

you shove your face into the pillow and quietly sob, the pillow nearly soaked from the hours you’d spent crying, salivating & snot running onto it.

3:26 am

you quickly open your eyes to see the time as the bathroom door opens again, he turns off the light before hopping into his side of the bed, cuddling you under the covers. even though your backs faced to him you can now smell rafe and not some cheap whoreish perfume.

you debating for a bit, should i tell him or wait till tomorrow

but as soon as you get ready to turn you hear his soft snores.

6:24 am

despite the lack of sleep you’re up early & cannot stand the idea of staying cuddled up with rafe. you quietly get up and sneak away, grabbing a cute gym two piece set.

after doing a few hygiene things and grabbing the essentials, gym bag, pre work out, stanley, airpods & a small protein bar for the road you’re off.

working out was always a good way to clear your mind, just put your airpods in and focus on you.

your body drips in sweat as you’re 30 flights into your stair master. you’d done a few other things and had been here for god knows how long.

buzz buzz buzz

your airpods ring in your ears.

FaceTime call: Rafey🧿💍

you hesitate to answer but decide to anyways.

“mm kitty, why’d you run off so early?” rafe answers, sleepy voice and still in bed.

“just wanted to get out the house.” you simply answers,looking down to focus on the stairs. “should’ve woken me up i would’ve come.” rafe frowns. you shrug on the camera, “what’s wrong?” rafe asks, your attitude upsetting him.

“nothing just have somethings i need to talk to you about when i get home.” you can tell what you said make rafe anxious as his eyes open a bit.

“really kitty? about what?” his voice holds excitement. ok so maybe not nervous.

“im finishing up here and i’ll tell you when i get home.” the conversation goes on for a bit longer with rafe just wanting you to tell him but untimely he agrees for you to tell him at home, after saying your goodbyes and love yous, you make your descend off the machine.

you don’t wanna go but decide it’s for the best, packing your stuff into your gym bag & making your way out the door.

it feels all too soon as you walk into the front door of your house, the tv playing loudly. it’s a saturday so rafe’s off today, the sound off last nights football games highlights playing.

“hi kitty.” rafe smiles, man spread on the couch still in his pajama pants and no shirt. “hey rafe.” you say blandly, the sight of him disgusting you. “c’mere kitty, what’d you wanna talk to me about.” he pats his lap for you to sit. “i-i think i’m gonna shower first.” the definitely wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have with rafe.

you were sure, rafe knew you knew he was cheating. yet the one or two times you had even slightly brought it up he shut it down saying he didn’t know what you were talking about. you knew he saw your face when you once saw a hickey left on his neck that wasn’t from you. when you can smell another woman on him, when he comes home at the late hours of the night/early hours of the morning.

“no, no. i have to shower too but let’s talk first.” rafe’s voice is soft, inviting it usually is when rafe thinks he gonna get home kind of good news from you. what does he think i wanna talk about?

“rafe, have you been using protection like when you’re having sex?” the lump in your throat forms as rafe sits his body up completely, nervous look on his face. “well uh-kitty we don’t use condoms but you’re on your birth control.” he runs his hand through his hair, a tall tale sign he’s nervous or feels like he’s been caught.

“not with me rafe and, i swear to god if you’re not honest with me i will walk right back out that door and i will not come back.” you’re frustration only grows.

“i-i usually do but just sometimes i don’t but i promise when i don’t i pull out or-or-or i make them take a plan b in front of me i swear.” rafe stands fidgeting with his hands as he steps closer to you. “whyre you asking me this?” rafe stops in front of you, voice shaking.

“i went to planned parenthood yesterday & turns out i have chlamydia. we both know you’re the only one i’ve ever been with so, yeah.” you nod your head, a tear falling as you bite your lip.

“so you’re not pregnant?” rafe’s head hangs low as he reaches for you, making you step back. “why the actual fuck would i be pregnant?” is that what he thought?

“well i saw you went there yesterday and you said cramps but i knew you weren’t on your period because we’ve been having sex like everyday, so i just thought.” rafe explains, grabbing his hair in both hands before letting out a breath of air & before you know it he’s hyperventilating.

“r-rafe, calm down.” you wanna tell him it’s okay just to get him out of this state but it’s not okay, it’s not fair to you. you walk up to him and he begins to slowly place himself on the ground, one hand on his chest and one still in his hair and he tries to find his rhythm to breath. “rafe you need to calm down, now.” your tone more stern as you get down next to him.

“i’m so sorry my kitty, im so fucking sorry.” he sobs into your stomach. “rafe, stop fucking cry please and let’s talk.” you’re over it at this point. you’ve been cheated on, embarrassed & given an std by the man who’s supposed to love you the most & he’s here crying.

he looks up to you, shocked by your tone. “o-okay.” he sniffles, sitting his back up against the side of the couch.

“i’m just going to keep it simple rafe. i want you to go to planned parenthood for antibiotics, i want you to stop fucking these bitches, i expect you home by no later than 10:00pm and if you can’t do that then the weddings off.” you shrug and let out a sigh at the last part. “o-okay, i-i promise.” he stutters out when suddenly it hits him, “please don’t take away the weddding.” his sobs almost remind you of a child who’s favorite toy has been taken as he goes back to crying into your stomach.

“rafe, we’re still getting married as long as you get your shit together.” you sigh, scratching his scalp with your acrylic nails which you know he loves.

“i swear baby, im gonna ma-make this right.”

god i hope so.

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fairykazu · 2 months

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NAUGHTY OR NICE FT. CHISCARA contents // poly! relationship with chiscara, established relationship, silly relationship fun! notes // i got lazy... sorry :( masterlist

despite the cheery christmas’ spirit, there was a tension rising in the house, mostly because of childe wants to spoil his own christmas gifts and attempting to be sneaky to get them. every time you look away, he tries to find his gift as if he was some weeping angel.

he hummed a tune while lifting things off the counters or under the tables. "babe, where did you put my socks?"

he has such a terrible excuse to find the presents. "sweetheart, it's on your side of the closet."

"but i can't find any of them..." he replied in a whiny toned voice. you looked over and he froze on the spot.

"ajax." his head turned, his eyes teary to the brim. he smiled in such a way that could only to be described as "im going to get what i want!!"

"yes, babe?" he walked closer and wrapped his arms around you, smiling. you looked up to him,

"wait until christmas to get your present."

"goddamnit."

childe is braiding your hair, adding little fun clips and bows to it, "can we do a guessing game?"

"is it about your christmas gift, ajax?" he giggled nervously as he replied with,

"hahahaaa... yes."

you shook your head, "no."

"you hate me!!!"

it doesn’t help that scaramouche is playing this game too. usually, scaramouche would slide with you and scold childe with you and ends up with them fighting with each other. you’re afraid to admit that you liked that better than the both of them ganging up on each other.

it's a week before christmas, scaramouche laid on your lap while the two of you waited for ajax to come back to finish business proposal. you played with his hair, noticing it had grown a little longer. out of nowhere, he asked, "honey, you're so pretty."

"thank you, scara, you're real pretty too. but don't butter me up to know your gift."

he frowned.

"i know your tricks already."

out of the trio, scaramouche definitely makes the most money but childe likes to be the extra and dramatic boyfriend as he can. like just last year, you mentioned a perfume you liked was too expensive for you to buy. next day, you wake up with at least five of them on your bedside table, wrapped in badly tied ribbons. but if childe does that, scaramouche would want to one up him so you wake up to a good morning text from scara saying that he bought the whole company and you’re able to get any perfume you want ever.

although, it was very sweet of them to do that, you think you have to take control of what they want to buy considering everything… nevermind that, now you have to distract your super annoying, cute ginger from sniffing out gifts from the closet. “babe, where did you put the wrapping paper?" he asked, batting his eyes as he rested his head on your shoulder.

scaramouche hit his head, making childe pout, "childe, you're stupid, it's in the cabinet downstairs." he further emphasized his point by pointing down to the floor. childe rolled his eyes, playfully punching his boyfriend and pulled him aside.

they're conspiring in the corner of the shared bedroom. you're afraid to say that they're planning to gang up on you a day just before christmas. childe is giggling while scaramouche scolded him. you watch them whisper and point for a while. it's cute to see them like this.

but they're definitely getting their christmas gifts a tad too early. not because their plan worked but because you were planning too anyway.

it was cute to see childe whisper to the indigo haired male that their plan had work and that they had successfully tricked you. but scaramouche nodded, smirking.

dont plan anything else....

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alphabetatoes · 4 months

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under the mistletoe (n. kento x reader)

summary: you're back in town for winter break, and gojo has a plan to get you with your crush: nanami kento. cue operation: under the misletoe + let the shenanigans begin. gen. info: college au, fluff, this could very well count as a crack fic, mdni please and thank u, no beta we post like men!!1!1! c.w.: slight suggestive content toward the middle of the fic, drinking games, alcohol, dub con*, some language, everyone involved is 21+, satoru gojo is a menace to society, mutual pining, maybe possibly ever so slightly ooc, why did i make it sort of angsty at the end lmfao w.c.: 2.8k (oops - this was supposed to be a drabble) *given that alcohol consumption is a part of a fic involving intimacy (even if its kissing), im playing it safe and tagging this as well.

“Did you see who’s back home for the holidays?” Gojo practically catapults himself through the door of Shoko’s apartment, eager to break the news of your arrival back home. Geto’s eyes widened slightly in excitement, shifting up from his slouched position on the couch. “Kento’s gonna be elated. He hasn’t stopped talking about her since she left.” Nanami had come to confide in the group, Gojo especially, about his qualms with your relationship. He felt like everything was one step forward, two steps back. And the worst part? It was no one’s fault but his own. Every time he saw you, he was rendered speechless. In awe that a person like you could allow themself in his presence. Utterly and unabashedly infatuated. However, when all the words he could seem to muster to you were short and curt, it made getting to know you better just a little difficult. But, of course, you were well unaware of this. “Is he actually going to talk to her?” Shoko questions, “Or is he just gonna do that brooding thing where he looks longingly from the corner of a room?” Utahime nods in agreement, but Gojo gives a smirk. “I have the perfect plan.” Gojo fills the group in on the grandiose idea he’s come up with to get the two of you to talk to each other, aptly named ‘Operation: Under the Mistletoe’. Everyone seemed to be on the same page for the plan, but Utahime raised a skeptical brow. “Just know Satoru, if this all goes to shit I’m kicking your ass.”

You feel the vibration of your phone in your back pocket, notifying you of a new text message.

gojo: holiday party at mine tmrrw night. be there or be ⃞ ↳ 🫡🫡 yessir

Once you sent your response, you pondered on how the night would go. Would Nanami be there? Would you actually get to say more than three words to him before getting too nervous and darting away? At this point, you were certain he’d pay you no mind. One too many awkward interactions to warrant anything other than a polite acknowledgement that the two of you were in the same room at the same time. Simple semantics.

You triple checked your location to make sure you didn’t accidentally drive into a gaudy Christmas postcard. The Gojo estate was breathtaking, adorned top to bottom in ribbons, lights, and greenery. Off to the left side of the house, there was a winding garden path leading to the guest house, which doubled as Satoru’s residence when he visited home for the holidays. You parked your car and made your way up to the guest house. Gojo was waiting on the porch for you, giddy at your arrival.

“You’re here!” He jogs over to you, holding out his arm so he could escort you in.

“Sure am. Hope I’m not too late?” The simple banter was something you’d grown to miss while away at school. You were all too ready to fall back into the routine of being back home.

“Never.” Gojo opens the door for you, and you make your way into the house. It was just as ornately decorated as the main house, with holiday decor at every corner. Shoko and Utahime come up to greet you, giving you a hug and divulging how much they missed you. Geto joins Gojo, wrapping his arm around the white haired boys waist, and greets you as well.

Nanami was propped up against the doorframe leading from the living room to the kitchen. It was surprising how a man so big was hell bent on making himself look small. You give him a small wave, and he nods quickly in acknowledgement.

After some small talk with the group, Gojo calls the party to order. “I mean, now that everyone’s here, we can start the game.”

“What game?” You and Nanami questioned the white haired boy in unison, causing a light blush to brush against your cheeks.

“It’s called ‘Cootie Shot’. You see the mistletoe around the house?” Gojo motions at various nooks and crannies adorned with the plant around the guest house. “If you and your partner are caught under it by a different team, you gotta kiss. Otherwise, for immunity, you have to take a shot of your choice. Cootie, shot. Cootie shot!” Gojo himself would be sticking to juice for the rest of the night after having his first shot. There were a handful of nights out drinking that were memorable to say the least. “Suguru and I are together, obviously. Shoko and Utahime are partners, and, last but certainly not least, you and Kento.”

You take the shot, feeling the gentle burn of the liquor as it goes down.

“Let the games begin!”

It took all of 20 minutes to find yourself under a bushel of mistletoe with Nanami. Ever the eager one, Gojo was first to notice. You look up at Nanami, giving him a nod. He’s tall enough to where you’re standing on your tiptoes to lean into the kiss. A simple peck is what he gives you. His arm rested against your waist, keeping the two of you steady. But maybe he gave you a small smirk once you pulled away, just for the two of you. And you could taste the liquor lingering on his lips from the first shot of the night.

The game continued on throughout the night, with Gojo and Geto in the lead. They’d managed to catch Shoko and Utahime five times already, but neither seemed to mind the shot penalty. You and Nanami caught the former pair a couple times. Gojo opted to stick to the “cootie” part of the game after the first shot though, partially under the advice of his partner but also to make sure he didn’t make a complete ass of himself. The night was still young, and there was still plenty that could happen.

Gojo put on a holiday mix of music he claimed to have ‘curated perfectly’ and to set the atmosphere for the night. As if on cue, you could hear the piano chords of an all too popular hit from the 80’s. “What’s a party without a power ballad?” Shoko and Utahime immediately jumped in and began acting out the lyrics with him. It was a performance worthy of awards. You might have even shed a tear if you didn’t look over at Kento actively trying not to laugh at the sheer intensity of the show. And his laughter was contagious, with you yourself falling victim to it. Once everyone was able to collect themselves, you all decided to decompress for a moment. Soft holiday music began to fill the room as the six of you indulged in some much needed catch-up. Feeling the pull of the music, you walk over to Nanami and place your hand out, offering him to dance. He takes it with a smile, letting his hands rest on your waist. Yours found a spot comfortably around his neck. Swaying to the beat of the music, you take note of his cologne. It’s strong but not too overbearing, smelling like spice and wood. It was perfectly Kento.

“You two sure you don’t want to call it a night early? Catch up? Catch up?” Gojo’s eyebrows nearly jump off his face with the velocity he’s raising them up and down. Your brief moment of splendor was interrupted by a rather overjoyed Satoru.

Utahime gives Geto a look of dissatisfaction. “Can’t you put him on a leash or something?”

“I would say yes, but, knowing him, he’d probably like it.” Geto remorses, rubbing the back of his scolded lover to soothe him.

“I could always tranquilize him.” Shoko deadpans. Despite her drunken stupor, it wasn’t a half bad idea.

“Cootie shot.” Shoko catches you in the middle of a conversation with Nanami. It takes you a second to register what she’s talking about, but the interruption gives you an idea.

“I mean, I was starting to get thirsty anyways.”

“Me too.” You took his hand and led him to the kitchen, taking note of just how big it was compared to yours. And warm. While your hands were typically frigid, Nanami’s provide solace.

You settle yourself on the kitchen island, letting your feet dangle off the edge. Nanami plays bartender, grabbing two shot glasses from the cupboard and setting them next to you on the island. “Pick your poison.” You ponder momentarily, but select a tried and true. “Shot of vodka.” He pours the shots and hands you one, placing his glass in the air. Your glass joins his as you toast to being caught, once again, under the mistletoe. “Cheers.” Once the subtle burn of the shot wore off, you took initiative to ask a question that had been plaguing your mind ever since you arrived. “So what made you decide to come tonight? I thought you didn’t do parties.” Nanami’s face turns serious for a moment, retreating from the relaxed demeanor he had come into during the night. “I was told you’d be here.” You’d blame the everpresent blush on your face from the liquor, but it was all too obvious what the real cause was.

“Do you want to go somewhere else? Be able to actually talk away from all…” You motion to the party and its attendees, “-this?” He takes you up on your offer, helping you get down from the counter so you could find a place more secluded. There’s a small guest room at the end of the hall connecting to the living room, near enough to not draw too much attention during your absence.

Once you shut the door, you join him on the bed. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you left, and I missed you… and I had no fucking clue what to do about it.” He starts to ramble as you take his hands in yours, hoping to soothe his racing thoughts. You look him in the eyes, let him have your full attention. “What can I do for you now?”

“I want you so fucking badly.” And you can see it in his eyes. Everything about you has him under a trance.

“So show me.”

He held you close, but with care, like you were the most delicate thing to exist. Scared that you’d shatter into a million shiny pieces if he were too rough. And much like the first kiss, this one was soft. You could feel his heart going a million miles per hour when you rested your hands on his chest. He was holding back, scared to ruin what was going so perfectly. You deepen the kiss, moving your hands up to play with his shirt collar. Emboldened by your advances, he hooks his fingers in your belt loops to bring you as close to him as possible. He moves a hand to run through your hair, pulling gently. You give a sigh of approval into his mouth and it drives him wild.

A knock on the door breaks the two of you apart. You mouth a simple “Sorry” as Kento gets up to investigate.

‘Can I get you kids anything? Some water or a snack maybe?” Satoru calls from the other side of the door. Nanami gets up and straightens himself, throwing you an apologetic look. He opens the door and leans on the frame, daring Satoru to comment. But Gojo isn’t stupid, taking note of the new wrinkles on Nanami’s shirt collar and the disheveled state of your hair. He throws Kento a cheeky smile. “Glad to know the two of you are having fun.” Kento rolls his eyes and shuts the door. He pulls you up off the bed and into his embrace, resting his head in the space between your shoulder and neck. He whispers in your ear, soft enough so the man on the other side of the door can’t decipher. “We’d better get back out there. God knows what rumors Satoru will be starting if we stay here any longer.”

The night was winding down, and you all found yourselves gathered around the fire pit on the patio. You sat on one of Nanami’s legs, and settled into him. Nanami wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you anchored to him. HIs other arm rested plush on one of your thighs, kneading the flesh softly. The glow of the fire illuminated your surroundings, and you could just barely make out a single bushel of mistletoe tied up near one of the patio banisters. You nudged Kento, raising your brows as you looked up at the plant of topic.

Nanami picked up on your cue and gently moved the hand on your thigh up to cup your cheek.

But something felt different about it this time. Not that the others were unwanted, but there was less pressure with the kiss. An organic expression, something just for the two of you. Sickly sweet, yet everything that dreams were made of.

“Not even prompted this time.” Gojo elbows Geto, drawing his attention to the pair of you. “Guess Operation: Under the Mistletoe worked!” Geto just crosses his arms and smirks, ready to watch the mini-circus about to happen from his revelation.

“Satoru, this-“, Utahime motions at his general Gojo-ness, “is precisely why we don’t let you drink. One shot and you’re done for.”

“I can still tranquilize him.. just saying.” You might just have to take Shoko up on her offer at this point.

And as Gojo divulges into the inner workings of the ‘operation’, you can’t help but laugh to yourself. It seemed everyone was privy to the fact that you and Kento liked each other except the two people involved. You hope Nanami can see the humor in the situation. But in all honesty, he’s just relieved that you reciprocate feelings.

As the night drew to a close, you prepared yourself to make a quiet exit. Satoru and Suguru were entangled in each other and passed out on the living room couch, and Shoko was helping Utahime nurse a bottle of electrolyte solution in the kitchen. You found yourself curled up into Nanami on one of the recliners, resting your head against his chest. He played with your hair, occasionally tucking the pieces that would fall in your eyes behind your ear. If you didn’t get up now, you’d probably never leave. You tap Kento’s leg to cue your departure, and he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back into him. “Stay here?” There was a slight whine in his voice, not wanting to have to give you up yet. But it was nearing dawn, and you were ready to recline in the comfort of your own bed. Let sober thoughts prevail tomorrow. “At least let me walk you home.” You only lived a couple blocks away, but decided to take him up on his offer to escort you home. It was still dark outside after all.

Shoko sends the two of you off with a simple salute, and motions for you to text her once you get home safely.

Snow coats the street, freshly fallen and devoid of impurities. Your footprints are the first to break the layer of snow. The walk home is quiet for a bit, only accompanied by the sound of snow breaking below your feet. Kento helps keep you steady as you wane off the last bit of a buzz you had worked up during the night. He’s also the first to break the silence. “I had a lot of fun tonight.” His voice is soft, speaking out of earnest. It was nice to see him be so organic with you, the awkwardness at the beginning of the night a mere glimpse of the past. ”Yeah, we should do it again.” You give him a quick smile and squeeze his hand. Gojo had suggested a New Year’s Eve party earlier in the night (no covert mission involved this time), so there was ample opportunity to get to see him again. Get to be with him.

The rest of the walk home returned to quiet. He stops in the middle of the sidewalk in front of your place and turns to you, making sure he has your full attention. “I really did miss you, you know.” The cold winter air only aids in the blush tinting your cheeks and the tint of your ears. You give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but he holds on to you for a bit. His broad frame engulfs you into his chest, not quite ready to let you go. But all good things must come to an end, and you see him off on your porch.

“I’ll see you on New Year’s Eve, Kento.”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

Once you got inside your house, you nearly passed out on the couch, drained from the events of the night. You sent Shoko a quick text to let her know you’d made it home safe, and let yourself fall asleep.

a.n.: this was supposed to be out on christmas (oops). also me struggling not to write 'y'all' instead of you/you all- i am born and raised in texas, it's like breaking muscle memory for me ;-; also i needed this OUT of my drafts, could NOT keep looking at it

#nanami kento x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento

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equallyshaw · 5 months

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ᴅᴀʏ ᴏɴᴇ: ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ - ʟᴜᴄᴀ ꜰᴀɴᴛɪʟʟɪ

holidays masterlist.

warnings: none. just some bad jokes.

word count: 2.1k

It was t minus 5 days until christmas, and lola was finally getting time to decompress from a stressful semester. she felt like she hadn't been able to breathe, since thanksgiving. which, would be a pretty accurate description to any college student. but now that she as able to decompress, she kept thinking about luca and how she hadn't seen him since the beginning of October. over her fall break, she took the train up from chicago to ann arbor to catch a game and spend the weekend with him. and then she was back to USC after that. and now she did not know when she'd see him again, now that he was back in ontario. or at least that is what he'd said to her when they spoke about their breaks last.

lola was in her bed taking a nap around 2 pm after chugging down a hot latte from dunkin, but decided that a nap was needed. from downstairs her mom had opened up the door to luca and quietly gushed, pulling him into a hug. lola's mom, sister, brother and dad had all been in on the secret of him surprising her. when he saw how hard her thanksgiving break was, and the fact that she hadn't been able to come during that time; made him reconsider his christmas break plans. he stayed an extra few days in ann arbor before driving down to chicago. "you ready?" her sister jess asked and he nodded, smiling widely. "lets go." she said softly pushing him up the stairs. their mom and dad behind them, with jess taking a video. luca looked behind to jess to make sure that he could walk in, and she nodded. he opened the door to her christmas tree and christmas lights on, brightening up the dark room just a bit. jess moved with luca, as he went to gently shake her. lola groaned turning a bit more into her side away from everybody, and the luca shook her a bit more. "lola." he whispered leaning down a bit more, and then that's when she began to wake. jess just about died at the confused face she had when turning towards luca, before turning back into her side.

"lolaaa." he said a bit louder, while wrapping his arms around her. her eyes shot open, and she pulled him as close as possible. "oh my god." she repeated, pushing him back a few inches to make sure that it was really him. "luca?" she said still in disbelief, "yeah sunny, its me." he hummed before she pulled him back in for a hug. jess stopped the video, walking to the door where her parents stood. luca shifted on the bed, as lola moved over. "how long has this been planned for?" she questioned, sitting up now. a faint haze of sleep hanging over the girl, "since thanksgiving." he said pulling some hair behind her ear. "lucaaa." she said wrapping her arms around him, and he pressed a kiss to her head. "im actually really shocked, dad kept it so long." jessa announced, and that caused jess to get playfully pushed. "alright you two, we will be downstairs when you guys wanna come down for dinner." her mom said before pushing the two out. lola looked up at luca, and just shook her head. a bright and wide smile began to form on her face, just staring at the beautiful boy she somehow found. "hi sunshine." he hummed, using a nickname he'd had since his time in the steel. "hi luc." she hummed, before pulling him in for a big kiss.

❅

"oh lets go here!" lola said excitedly, as the two had just sat down with their coffee at a coffee shop within walking distance to her house. "where?" he questioned, smiling widely as he watched lola get all excited and giddy pulling it up. "lets go to the zoo lights!" she turned her phone around and he nodded, as she scrolled through some pictures. "we used to go as kids when we were young, it was so much fun! we got to see the animals, drink hot coco and walk around." she said thinking about her childhood. "then we should walk to the lakefront or something, or instead of the zoo we can go to the christmas market, im su-" he grabbed ahold of her hand to let her know she needed to breathe for a hot second. "we can go to the zoo, walk to lakefront and go to the market. its only 1." he said rubbing her hand softly, and she nodded. "I just want to make sure we make the most of today." she said frowning just a bit, and he nodded. "i know." he smiled.

the two had just parked a few blocks away from the kris kringle market that was stationed in the daley plaza, a few blocks from the river. the two walked hand in hand down the busy blocks and lola smiled widely once she saw the lights. she shook luca's hand out of excitement, and he smiled taking a mental screenshot of her reaction. they'd have to come back next year, if he was still at michigan ofcourse. lola pulled luca towards the nut station, and the two waited in line for some warm nuts. "you know i don't like nuts like that." he teased, and she grinned. "you'll love these." she said leaning up and giving him a peck on his cheek. she ordered a small bag of the nuts, and paid too quickly to luca's liking. "oh hush, you'll get the next thing." she teased now, and the two began to walk around for a bit. "oh there's hot chocolate, we need to get some in the little mug." she said pointing out a boot mug somebody had. "really?" he asked, amused. she gave him a dramatic nod, "oh yeah buddy, gotta add it to the collection at home." she grinned, as he pulled her into line. his phone began to buzz, and he pulled it from his pocket. adam's contact popped up, and he pressed accept, and quickly changed the view to lola who was hopping up and down singing to the christmas music that played overhead, which adam found amusing. "hey!" she said, as luca turned the camera towards him and then put it down a bit so lola could see adam.

"how rude, adamo." she stuck out her tongue before eating another nut. "sorry lolo." he said sarcastically, "bye fantilli." she huffed before pulling out her own phone. adam and luca talked for a few minutes before adam asked lola what they were up to that day, to which she popped back into view with a grin. "we are at the christmas market and then were gonna make our way to the zoo and then the lakefront." she smiled, and adam gave her a excited face. a dramatic one. "have fun you two...im sadly in Florida right now and -" lola cut him off, "oh hush, at least you have some sunshine." she said and adam laughed. adam and luca talked for another few minutes, before they hung up. "ready?" she grinned looking up at luca as they were the next one's in line, and luca nodded. "so." he said rolling his eyes playfully.

lola didn't and could never know how the universe gave her luca. how she'd been incredibly blessed with a heartwarming, kind and let's be honest, golden retriever boyfriend. she was extremely nervous about her leaving for USC and him to michigan, and how it would affect their relationship. if they'd even have a relationship. but luca made sure they did not go a day without talking to one another, even if it was 1 am his time and 10 pm her time. he made sure that one of them was going to see one another for breaks, or whenever she came home for something; he'd try his absolute best to drive down. even if it was all within 24 hours. luca looked at her as if she hung the moon, and she looked at him as if he did as well.

❅

the two headed over two hours later towards the zoo, as the sun was setting. quickly parking, lucking out with one of the last spots available. she quickly hopped out before luca could come over and open her door for her, but he held out his hand and pulled her in close. "come on sunny." he hummed, as they walked towards the entrance. as soon as they entered, she smiled widely pointing towards the polar bear tank. "lets goo." she said dragging luca for a few seconds before he caught on. they walked up towards the tank, and she pointed over towards one that was almost hidden. he wrapped his arms around lola form behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. listening to her read the polar bear facts out loud to him, and he stared off into the distance watching the great beasts. she pulled out the park map, and smiled. it was pretty spot on from when she was a kid, "seals...next!"

the two had been there about an hour, by the time the lights had been turned on. as soon as they did, lola looked up and smiled like a little kid on christmas morning. it was the little things that did it for lola, and experiencing this with luca; was everything to her. "gosh california just cant compare at christmas." she said "this cant compare to christmas in toronto." he teased, trying to one up her. she patted a hand on his chest, rolling her eyes. luca allowed her to drag him to wherever next, absolutely adoring their time with one another. even if it was as simple as this, nothing too extreme or grand; it was by far his favorite things to do with her. she stopped abruptly at a exhibit in the wolf and lion section, and he crinkled his eyebrows just a bit at her. "look! its your people!" she said attempting to make a poor joke, and he looked at the exhibit and then back at her. she put her hands out in front of her, before dropping them to walk over to the sign. "wolv-er-ine." she pronounced, tracing it underneath with her finger. luca laughed loudly, and warmly. it may be the dumbest joke but because she was being so sarcastic, it was adorable to him. "good one sunny." he smiled, still chuckling. "lets head indoors to get some more coco, eh?" he asked taking ahold of her hand.

the two grabbed coco, warming up a bit. "lights next?" luca asked and she nodded, as they sat down. "so i was...i was thinking about coming out for spring break...." he began and he knew her answer. she smiled widely and nodded, "oh my god yes! id love to host you luc. there's so much that we could do!" she said clasping her hands together, and grinning. "oh i bet." he hummed, and she blushed while drinking some coco. "how's adam been doing? i see he's been having quite the ride so far, but how's he doing outside of it all?" she questioned softly, swirling her travel cup of coco. he shrugged, "not bad. he's enjoying his time, and its great that he has some michigan players there too as well as lauren." he explained, and she nodded. "maybe when im back in la, i could possibly coerce adamo in to giving me some free tickets?" she grinned, tilting her head just a bit. "im sure he'd love nothing more! i can text him tonight." he smiled, and she nodded. "oh! ill need another one, so i can bring somebody." she said as a matter of fact. he chuckled, nodding and looking at the time. "lets go see some lights, and then head back?" she offered, and he nodded.

❅

as they were finishing up the light exhibit, it began to snow. lola saw it first and quickly nudged luca who looked down at her before he saw one fall in front of him. she smiled wickedly, looked around and stared in awe at how it looked with the lights. luca wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her in close as they saw fireworks begin from navy pier a few miles away. she looked up at him, catching him already looking down at her.

sure, chicago may be her biological home and the city she felt the most connected to…but luca was her home, far beyond this magical city.

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the-offside-rule · 4 months

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Martin Ødegaard (Arsenal FC) - Pinnekjøtt

Christmas [From The Vault]

In the quaint city of Dramen, the snow fell gently on Christmas Eve as Martin prepared to share the magic of his homeland's traditions with his girlfriend, Y/n. His childhood home was decprated with twinkling lights and the scent of freshly baked gingerbread filled the air, just as it did when he was a child. Y/n had to fly out a little later as she wanted to spend time with her family before coming to Norway for the few days. This whole idea only happened because Martin was talking about something and Y/n didn't know what it was.

"I'm thinking of making pinnekjøtt." He announced as Y/n walked in from work. Her eyebrows scrunched together in a confused look. "What?" She asked. "Pinnekjøtt. You know it's like lamb? The- the-" He paused pointing to his ribs. "Lamb ribs?" Martin nodded. "Yes, very tasty." He smiled. "Never had it before." He was almost shocked, but then realised they hadn't really gone to Norway at all. His parents had come over to visit and the only time she really went was when the national team would be playing games while she wasn't at uni. "It's nice, but it's way better over in Norway when you get the actual stuff you need."

"So how about we visit Norway?" Y/n suggested. "Well, Im going for Christmas. I don't know if you want to come considering your family is here." Martin said. "I really don't mind. You have been here for a good few Christmases, why shouldn't I go visit your home country with you?" He thought about it. It was a brilliant idea, but would it work out? It might be too much, it might not be enough! We'll, there was only one way to find out.

As Y/n entered the home, having to Martin greeted her with a warm smile. "Velkommen til Norge, my love. Get ready to experience a true Norwegian Christmas." He said, his eyes filled with excitement. Y/n smiled and dropped her bags at the door. "Are we just jumping right in with these Christmas traditions?" Y/n asked as she put her scarf up on the coat hanger. "We are. I have so many different things planned." Martin smiled. "Ready?" Y/n clapped her hands together. "Born ready."

They started the evening with the lighting of the advent candles, each flame representing a week leading up to Christmas. "So basically, each candle is lit I church with each week that passes leading up to Christmas. I- Y/n, are you listening to me?" He asked. Y/n was fascinated as he spoke, and it came across as her not listening but it was farthest from the truth. "No, I am. I think I'm just tired and your voice sounds a lot like ASMR right now." Martin chuckled. "Well how about we move on, how's that?" He asked. Y/n shrugged. "It's up to you. You're my tour guide almost."

Martin led her to the fireplace and the couple sat together as they sipped on warm gløgg, a spiced mulled wine. Y/n couldn't help but chuckle as she struggled to pronounce the name correctly. Martin laughed, "Don't worry, even I find it tricky sometimes." Y/n took a sip. "It's nice though." Y/n smiled. "I don't want you to feel rushed, but I haven't put the tree up yet so I say we decorate and drink while we do it."

Martin handed Y/n a delicate Norwegian ornament, sharing stories of his childhood and the memories attached to each decoration. As they hung ornaments on the Christmas tree, Martin couldn't help but steal glances at Y/n. "What are you staring at?" Y/n asked as she caught Martin a few times. "You make everything look even more beautiful, Y/n." Martin smiled. Y/n grinned, playfully placing a bauble on Martin's nose. "Well, you're not too shabby yourself, Mr. Ødegaard. Our tree is lucky to have us." They shared a laugh, exchanging warmth amid the winter chill. Martin reached for mistletoe. "Guess what this means?" He smiled as he lifted the white berries over their heads. "You're going to steal a Christmas kiss, aren't you?" Y/n smiled contently as she reached around his neck. "Guilty as charged." He chuckled and pecked her lips gently. As they hung ornaments together, their laughter echoed through the apartment.

The aroma of pinnekjøtt wafted from the kitchen, and Y/n was eager to try this traditional Norwegian dish. "Is this what you were on about back home?" Y/n asked. "It is." Martin, donned in a festive sweater, served the dish with a side of raspeballer. "It's not Christmas without pinnekjøtt." he declared with a grin.

After the hearty meal, they bundled up in warm coats and scarves to venture outside. he couldn't help but admire the way the flakes settled in her hair. "Isn't the snow magical?" Je remarked, his eyes reflecting the joy he felt.

Y/n grinned. "Absolutely! It's like we're in a winter wonderland." She took his hand, feeling the warmth despite the cold surroundings. Martin chuckled and squeezed her hand. "You make everything magical, Y/n." He said. "You sap, come on!" They continued their walk, sharing anecdotes and laughter, creating a cocoon of happiness. Spotting a snow-covered bench, Martin walked over. "Let's sit for a while." He suggested. They snuggled close, and watched as the snow gently drifted to the ground. "You're my favorite Christmas gift." Martin whispered, taking Y/n by surprise. Blushing, Y/n replied; "You're mine too, Martin." They exchanged sweet nothings, the snowflakes adding a poetic touch to their love-filled conversations.

the starlit sky, they strolled through the snow-covered landscape, hand in hand. Y/n couldn't stop marveling at the serene beauty around her. "We should head back now before we freeze to death." Martin said, standing up and heading back home eith Y/n hooked to his arm.

On their way to return to the apartment, Martin suggested making a visit to the local church for the midnight service. "We do that at home too. Do you usually go when I'm not heretic?" Y/n asked. "Mama would make us wear our best clothes and go but I do miss it now that I'm obviously grown up." He replied. "Obviously?" Martin squeezed his girlfriend's hand playfully as they walked into the beautiful chapel together. The ethereal hymns echoed through the wooden structure, creating a sense of peace that filled their hearts.

When the church service had finished and everyone had stopped fussing over Martin, the pair made their way back to the apartment. Back at the apartment, Martin thought it was time they exchanged gifts, and Martin handed Y/n a small box. Inside was a handcrafted piece of Norwegian jewelry, a symbol of their shared Christmas memories. "Oh Martin, its beautiful." Y/n felt tears of joy as she hugged him tightly. The couple came apart as they heard the church bells ringing. As the clock struck midnight, they stood together by the window, watching the snowfall. Martin whispered, "God jul, my love." Martin smiled. "God jul, Martin."

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of love and the enchantment of Norwegian Christmas traditions, Martin Ødegaard and Y/n created a memory that would forever be etched in their hearts.

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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I HAVE AN IDEAAA✨✨

so I just wondered creepypasta characters (of your choice) have a snowball fight since it's almost Christmas🫶

Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Jeff the Killer, and Laughing jack x reader having a snowball fight (platonic)

WOOOOOOOOO the creepypasta requests are keeping me sane between all the TADC requests (no shade, i will close down TADC when i truly get tired of writing for it) rolls around

EYELESS JACK:

really the only reason i picked ej was because i love him and because he lives in the woods in my au/hc, so.... he gets more than enough snow and lord knows that this man needs a little fun in his life! not too incredibly competitive over the fight, so you have a decent chance at winning! not at all phased by the cold, since hes... well hes not sure what he is but hes already cold, whats a little more cold going to do? kill him? probably not.... though he does make you come back inside when you show signs of getting way too cold. he cant have you getting sick, after all! definitely makes you bundle up before you guys even open the front door. very nice, though, you actually get a smile from him... and dare i say a few laughs?

LAUGHING JACK:

really up to anything you want to do, especially if its going to be a game! while sure hes not competitive, it should be noted that lj can be a little aggressive in his play style... as in he kind of underestimates how durable people are... he probably throws a HUGE snow ball at you... and i mean like one thats at least half your size/hj... ooooooh you guys definitely make little forts! you will probably get sick, though, since unless you say anything hes not really going to notice any cues that youre getting too cold... though look on the brightside! lj is very warm and hes more than willing to let you warm up next to him! hes like a portable heater! might have to ask him to pipe down if you guys are playing in your backyard, it would be hard to explain to your neighbors who this 8 foot tall clown man is

JEFF THE KILLER:

oh i just know that hes going to put rocks in the snowballs, so you gotta be careful with that! sore loser, very competitive in the fact that "if i lose im going to lose im never going to be able to live it down (its not that serious)" so youre going to have to really plan things out if you even want a chance at winning.... okay you might not need to be overly strategic, jeff isnt the best planner and he tends to brute force his way with things, so you might have the upper hand if you actually try to hit him in his weak points. destroy his fort, overwhelm him, hit him where it hurts (its really not that deep.) very insistent that you guys keep going because he cannot stand the idea of being beat, even if you two are both freezing your asses off. you both likely get sick... jeff seems like the type to be whiny when sick imo LMAO so have fun with that

HOODIE:

like a middle between eyeless jack and jeff. hes competitive but not in the same way of jeff, he just takes the game way too seriously but he doesnt actually feel inclined to win. he can swing either way with the outcome, you know? does not put rocks in the snowball, though. not a dirty cheat, plus he doesnt actually want to hurt you! makes very good forts that are sturdy, you SWEAR hes put bricks in them but rest assured its pure snow. takes you inside ones you start showing signs of getting too cold, probably puts a time out on the game by making the T hand shape that people do in games, since i personally hc that he doesnt speak (communicates via primarily sign language but he sometimes leaves you notes!). doesnt get sick easily, so if you do get sick hes going to look after you. dont even try to fight it. he has nothing better to do, hes going to be there whether you want him there or not

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #eyeless jack x reader #laughing jack x reader #jeff the killer x reader #hoodie x reader #eyeless jack x you #laughing jack x you #jeff the killer x you #hoodie x you

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footygirl114 · 1 year

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Tiro Libre (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Sooooooo, part 3 in my Rivales Storyline, deffo read parts one & two if you want to understand better... Thank you to everyone for being so patient with me, and to the people who have reached out you are amazing!!

The teams main focus after coming off the strong performance in Barcelona and the Christmas break was to bring that drive to the league and try to win it. Your main focus was not to miss your girlfriend too much, but also try to be her rock from a far while your friends were fighting for equality within the national team.

You were able to spend Christmas back in Spain, but most of the time while you were there your house was used for the girls to meet and plan their course of action. Now that you were back in Manchester you realised how much you missed the Spanish girls being around constantly. Having watched them plan their attack and get ready to go to the federation you felt like one of the team.

Being born in America you had been in the youth system for the USA but never actually got a look on the national team, until recent years you were mainly considered a bench player. It didn’t mean you never wanted to be on the national team, it just meant you could support your love and teammates in the supporters section.

One night you were sitting on the couch in your Manchester apartment waiting for Alexia to call, you had been back for a week and you had a game the next afternoon. A low-key night was planned for you and Ona who had just left to grab your take away from the shop on the corner. When she slams the door open and yells out to you, she immediately has you standing and worried.

Turning towards her you immediately see the panic in her eyes as she says “someone leaked the news, they are spinning it in their favour.” When she finishes you feel the dread in your stomach and cant help but think of what this means for the girls.

“Im sorry Ona, I know thats not what any of you wanted” you tell her as you walk towards her and immediately pull the younger girl into your arms. You always knew she was sensitive, and you know she needs this as you can feel her tears soaking through your shirt. “It’ll be okay, you know the rest of them won’t let anything crazy happen Ona.”

She sniffles and pulls back and says “you don’t know that Y/N”

Shaking your head you tell her “I do though, you really think Ale or Irene will let them get away with this?”

“No”

“Exactly, you know they have your back. You guys are all in this together.” you tell her. Before she can respond your phone rings with an incoming call from your love. “Speak of the devil” you say as you wink at Ona who smiles at you as you pick up the phone with a “Hi love”

“Hola Ale, were your ears burning?” Ona asks with a laugh.

She laughs through the phone as she says “I know you both only talk about me when I am not there”

You all laugh and you chime in “In your dreams love, we have enough fun without you dragging us down”

This gets a laugh from Ona and you drag her on the couch beside you where she settles with her head on her shoulder as you both settle in and talk with Alexia. “I am guessing you guys saw the news?”

“Yeah, I was just telling Ona how you guys will not let this get you down.” you remind her.

The way she responds makes you wish she was closer to you. “Oh Ona don’t you worry, there is no way they can keep La reina quiet, and you know we are all in this together, and I have your back”. The confidence she says that with gets to you, you know first hand how insecure she can be, and how she is worried for her teammates but she would never let anyone else know.

You have to adjust in your seat as you are a bit turned on by her confidence and you hope Ona doesn’t notice but when you squirm one too many times she asks “you good Y/N? you cant sit still.”

You immediately feel the blush in your cheeks as Alexia chimes in down the line “something caught your attention babe?” based on the tone in her voice she knows exactly what she is doing to you.

Ona s continues to look at your for an answer as you say “yes i am fine, just worried for you all” finishing with a small smile to her as you add on “I may also miss Ale a little bit.”

“Oh you do? what do you miss most babe?” Alexia chirps from the phone.

Immediately Ona stands and squeals out a “ew gross guys, I am right here”

Laughing you tell Ona “Come back, we can watch a movie and hang up on Ale for that comment.”

“hey!”

“really?” Ona asks you in a soft tone.

You smile and pat the couch beside you as you ask her “high school musical?”

She nods and settles back on the couch beside you as you hand her the remote you say into the phone “I’ll call you later babe.”

“bye Ale! Sorry not sorry” Ona chimes in.

“its okay you guys enjoy the movie. Love you both!” she says as she disconnects the call.

Ona has the movie on and her head on her shoulder when you look at your phone screen as it lights up with a text from your love “you are the best, take care of Ona for me. xoxo” reading that you know she got exactly why you needed this time with the young Spaniard.

The following days after the news breaks of the 15 players speaking out has your household on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. When the world steps up in support of the 15 you can see Ona start to relax a bit. She realises that maybe it's not going to be the end of her national career.

You both are heavily focused on your club games, trying to keep up the momentum in league and in cup. The girls continue to remain on fire and head into the last week before the international break on a 5 game winning streak. You are looking forward to some time off, as you have been asked by the club to help run a girls camp. Being one of the more known players not linked to a national team you were excited to help out.

When the roster announcements for the national teams started to come out you didn’t think anything of it, you never have had to. It wasn’t until you walked into your apartment to Ona lying face down on the couch not saying anything to you when you walk in. You think she’s asleep but when you move closer you realise she’s staring at her phone.

“On you okay?” you ask as you step closer and crouch beside the couch where her face is turned. She turns her phone towards you and it takes you a second to clue into the roster announcement. “Oh shit. I’m sorry Ona” you tell her as you turn her phone screen off and put it on the table.

“they left us all off the list” she says sadly.

“It doesn’t mean anything, it means that you guys have made more a stink than you thought. They’re trying to make a statement back but it won’t work. You all won’t let it.” you tell her as you reach out and brush the tears off her cheeks. “Ona you are doing this to make the sport a better place for every young girl out there. You guys are heroes. you have seen the support you have gotten from players everywhere. This won’t last”

“Maybe you’re right” she says as she sits up, you adjust to sit beside her as she says “No, you are right. I am not going to let this get me down. We still have a champions league to win, and this break will be good for me to rest up.”

“exactly, that’s the right attitude.” you agree and before you can continue Ona’s phone rings with a zoom invite to join the other girls for a strategy session. “You have fun with that, say hi to everyone, I am going to make us dinner.”

When you head back into the kitchen you hear the girls on zoom, and you can hear your loves voice comforting the others and you are again reminded how amazing she is. Wanting her to know you shoot her a text “i love you Ale, you are amazing for standing strong for all of those girls, can’t wait until I can kiss your face.”

Moments later you hear the team make fun of her for the blush on her cheeks as Ona yells out “Y/N, I am hungry stop texting Ale and make us dinner!” You laugh at her and continue on your way with dinner, only pausing to see the text from Ale says “I love you, call me when your in bed later babe.”

During the international break, Ona had decided to hang around and help you with the camp for the young girls. You were happy she was going to stay around since you could keep an eye on her, but it would also be a quiet week without her around. The end of the first day of camp you were tired and lying on the couch gathering your strength to make dinner, Ona had decided to head over to one of the girls houses to watch movies but you had a face time date with Alexia.

When your doorbell rings you groan and drag your self off the couch to answer the door. Not paying attention you open it as you ask “Mrs butler did you need sugar again?” your neighbour has knocked twice in a week for sugar.

“Well I am not Mrs Butler but I can really use some sugar if it comes from you” the voice says and immediately you lock eyes with your love.

“Ale, what are you doing here?” you ask her still standing staring at her.

She steps closer without coming in as she says “Well I was hoping to get some sugar from my love, but she doesn’t look happy to see me?”

Smiling you reach out and grab her shirt and pull her in as you say “get in here and get some sugar love.” Her hands settle low on your back as yours wind around her neck and you press your lips to hers. Every time you are reunited after being apart it feels like coming home, her taste, her touch, her smell, it completes your soul every single time.

When you hear a door slam down the hall, you pull back and smile at her as you ask again “what are you doing here?”

“well I suddenly had some free time and wanted to see you” she shrugs and leans in and connects your lips again.

Pulling back you whisper “i love you”

“te amo mi amor” she says back as she presses her lips to your forehead. You reach around her and grab her bag and pull her and it into your apartment slamming the door behind you.

She walks in and looks around and says “nice place babe. Want to take me on a tour?”

You drop her bags and walk up to her, slowly unzip her jacket revealing the crop top you know she favours. Reaching up after its unzipped you push it down off her shoulders and down her arms as you say “maybe later” once her coat is on the floor you reach her waist band and slid your hands in and pull her towards your couch. You push her back and she sits starring up at you.

“babe?” she asks as you step towards her and pull your top over your head, revealing your bare chest. You hated wearing bras when you were at home, this time being no different.

The way you watch her eyes widen when you reveal your bare chest, and it fills your heart knowing you can still get this reaction out of her after being together all this time. stepping forward you place one leg on either side of hers on the couch as you straddle her and say “I’ve missed you Ale.”

“I’ve missed you too babe, and I have missed these two a lot too” she says as she brings her hands up to your breasts, and you cant take it anymore as you lean down and press your lips to hers. Once of her hands remain on your breast playing with your nipple as the other reaches down to slide under your waistband and settle on your ass.

Moving one hand to the back of her head you bury it in her hair as the other settles on her breast over her shirt, she deepens the kiss and you feel her tongue tangle with yours and you cant help but let out a soft moan. It stirs her into action as he hand lowers into the front of your sweatpants and just as she reaches into your panties and slides her fingers through your wetness the door slams open.

“Y/N? why is it so dark in here?” she says as she turns on the lights. You and Alexia only have moment to move your hands back to safe places before Ona screeches and yells out “seriously! you have a bedroom!” as she spins back around.

You laugh as you lean back and grab your shirt that was on the ground and pull it over your head as you say to Ona “were both wearing clothes now On, sorry about the show. I didn’t know she was coming so we got a bit carried away” you finish with a shrug.

As Ona turns back around as you slide to sit beside Alexia as she says “Hola Ona, I figured I'd use the break to visit you guys and check out Manchester.”

“We both know you came here for Y/N, but I will gladly help you find the best food places because Y/N has no taste.” she says with a laugh.

“hey” you interject “if your going to stay with us you can’t team up on me thats not fair.”

“life isn’t fair babe sorry” Alexia says with a laugh as she places a hand on your thigh and squeezes.

Ona laughs and asks “are we going to order dinner? Leah only had that weird health stuff at movie night and I am hungry.”

On cue your stomach growls causing you all to laugh as you say “I guess so, since my hunger wasn’t satiated earlier”

Alexia laughs at Ona’s grossed out expression and she leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek as Ona says again “seriously get a room”

You laugh at her as you ask “okay what are we ordering then?”

When you finally get Alexia alone again later that night, after you are both spent and satiated from fulfilling your other hunger, albeit quietly since Ona was home, you are lying in your bed with Alexia curled up beside you. You are on your back and Alexia is on her side with her head resting on your shoulder, your arm under her head playing with her hair. She has a leg thrown over yours, and a hand tangled with yours on your stomach.

You press a kiss to her forehead as you ask “can I ask you something ale?”

She nods and says “Si mi amor”

“How are you really doing?” you ask quietly against her head ending with another kiss to her forehead.

You feel the deep breath she takes as she squeezes your hand and says “It’s hard, but I have to be strong for the others. You know I am not worried about not playing, I have won my awards, yeah I want an international trophy, but I don’t want to win it for a federation who treats us like this.”

She turns slightly so she meet your eyes and you lean down and press a kiss to her nose as you say “you are amazing”

Shaking her head she says “not if I end up ruining it for all the younger players, I hate that they are missing the opportunities they are for standing up, we should have left them out of it.”

“hey, you wouldn’t have been able to keep any of them out of it, you are all doing this for a reason. To stand up for the next generation of female players love. You guys are role models.” You tell her as you lean down and press another kiss to her lips, pulling back you whisper against her lips “I am so proud of you love, and I am by your side every step of the way.”

“I love you” she says back as she presses a kiss to your lips and settles back on your shoulder. a few moments go by and she says “I am so glad you have taken Ona in, I have always worried for her, but I am glad she has you”

“she’s my hermanita” you tell her.

She groans and says “no don’t, I am tired and you know you speaking Spanish gets me going.”

You laugh quietly and press a kiss to her forehead and settle on your pillow with a whispered “buenas noches mi amor” she answers with a groan and presses a kiss to your chest under her chin, you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

The three of you watched both Spanish games from your couch, neither of them going the way the federation thought they would. A 5-0 loss to England was embarrassing, but losing 3-1 Argentina was the icing on the cake of a bad international break for the team. Although hopefully this would light a fire under the federation and make them realise they need to get the players back on their side.

The 10 days you had Alexia in your bed were the best nights sleep you have had in a long time, she just made you feel more complete. She also helped Ona a lot as they were able to talk about the struggles in person, and Alexia was able to comfort Ona better than you could when it came to this.

When you were dropping her off at the airport you hated that she was leaving again but you both signed up for this, and you knew you would be seeing her soon. As you pull up to the gate you park and get out with her when she turns to you and says “I’m good from here babe, I really don’t want another scene in the airport”

You laugh at meet her at the trunk as you tell her “I am going to miss you babe”

“I am going to miss you too, I am already missing these two” she says as she grabs you in a hug and sneaks one hand to your chest and squeezes.

You laugh and pull back from her and say “you are a dork and I love you so much”

She smiles and press a deep kiss to your lips, you cant help but to smile against her lips, pulling back you say “I think we will be seeing each other soon anyway”

“oh yeah? confident in your team?” she asks with a smirk.

You smirk back and with all the confidence you say “well we beat you didn’t we?”

She laughs and says “yeah you cheated babe”

“no way”

“you did, playing the abs card wasn’t fair, but it won’t get me again” she says and she grabs her bags and settles them on the sidewalk.

You close the trunk and step up beside her on the sidewalk and she wraps you in her arms. You wrap yours around her neck and bury your face in her neck. Its a few moments later that she places a kiss on your temple and whispers “I gotta go mi amor”

You pull back and press your lips to hers one more time. Pulling back you whisper “I love you Alexia, kick Madrid’s ass so I can see you again sooner.”

“Only if you kick PSGs love” she says back.

“deal” you lean forward and seal it with a kiss. She pulls back and gathers her bags and turns to leave, turning back with a “I love you Y/N, Ill miss you”

“Love you too” you say with a wave and watch her walk into the airport.

You use the visit to fuel you, it helps to motivate you even more to want to win and be able to play Barcelona again. The upcoming game in Paris had a lot of hype around it, you had seen ads of it in the streets of Manchester and it made you excited to know that you had the city behind you.

It was for nothing, the game was a snooze fest. Neither team played well, it ended up being a 0-0 draw, Mary came up huge and kept you in the game a few times. You didn’t know what it was, it was like the other team came out flat so your team matched it. It was not a game to be proud of.

You tried to channel Alexia and get the team pumped up for the home leg, knowing it was the last chance you had to stay alive. In the middle of the champions league games you had a FA cup game against Tottenham to contend with. Deciding to light the fire under the team and focus on one game at a time, your team killed it. Took 60 minutes to get the first goal, but then the floodgates opened and you won 4-0 and moved on to the semis in the cup.

Continuing the momentum was an easy way to encourage the team to dig deep and push through, knowing that the game was at Old Trafford and a Thursday evening game you knew it would be a wicked atmosphere.

Waking up Thursday morning, you had an extra pep in your step. Barcelona had beaten Real the night before at Camp Nou and broke the attendance record, it was electric and you hoped your fans would bring it too. It also motivates you to know that winning this game would mean playing Barcelona again, and getting to see Alexia soon.

The whole day leading up to the evening game was chill, Alexia was unreachable, you knew they would be analysing game film but you wished you could speak to her. Once you got to the stadium you were in the zone, until your phone buzzed with a good luck text from your love. You continued to pump the team up in warm up and through the team huddle, then you continued with the tradition of fist bumping everyone in line before taking your place behind Mary, who was just as fired up.

Coming out flying you go up 1-0 in the first 15 minutes. The rest of the game remains a grind until the 86th minute, PSG are pressing for the equaliser. A beauty of a ball from Ashley Lawrence gets swung in and when Millie jumps to clear it she gets challenged and when she heads it clear it bounces of the PSG attackers head and goes right back into the net, flys too quickly on the redirect past a frozen Mary.

You couldn’t believe the luck, that was easily a one in a million deflection and of course it happened at the end of a champions league quarter final game. Holding on until the final whistle you know extra time will be necessary. Walking over to your bench you grab your electrolyte bottle and take a minute to look at the fans who are supporting you behind the bench, when you meet the eyes of your love.

She smiles and mouths “I love you, now go kick ass” and ends it by blowing you a kiss. You smile and feel the confidence in you reignite, and you turn and use it to pump up your team. Coming out flying you have chance after chance, you Ella hits the post twice, Alessia makes the goalie make a fingertip save. You just cannot buy a goal.

When towards the end of the first half of extra time, Katie gets a ball off a rebound just out side of the box, she tees it up and before she can strike the ball, she gets taken out. Whistles are blown and a yellow card is produced. The trainers come over and check on Katie and have to take her to the side for treatment. She’s your normal free kick taker, so when Marc yells at you to take it you are surprised, but you know you can do it.

You stand over the ball waiting for the refs whistle, and you close your eyes, you picture the training field back in Barcelona. You and Alexia and a bunch of balls, trading free kick goals for kisses. In your head when the ref blows the whistle you know exactly where this is going. Leading up to it you strike it and know its going in.

The roar of the crowd and Ona hopping on your back is your indicator of the goal. You celebrate with the team, and when you head back to line up for kick off, you point behind the bench where you know Alexia is and press a kiss to your lips and point it back towards her.

Your girls hold out and make it to the 120 minute mark and when that whistle blows the team is immediately celebrating. A few minutes later the team is winding down and you may your way toward your love. She’s moved to the bottom of the stands where you gesture for her to hop the barrier.

As she moves towards you, you cant help but smile as you notice the united jersey she is wearing. When she gets close enough you pull her into your arms and tell her “I am so glad you are here”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world babe, that free kick was amazing.” she tells you and presses a kiss to your cheek.

Never one to participate in PDA so publicly what you do next surprises you both as you pull her into you and press your lips to hers hard. She indulges you and when you pull back you tell her “Free kick goal equals a kiss right?”

She laughs and presses her lips to yours again and when she pulls back she says “that one deserves two love”

“I love you” you tell her, “and I love you in my jersey”

She smiles at says “I won’t be wearing it again until after we play”

Sticking your tongue out at her you tell her “It won’t last long when we get home, It’ll look better on the floor anyway”

Her eyes darken and before she can say anything back Ona runs up and jumps on you both with a “amigas guess what!”

“Hola Ona good game, you were a beast” Alexia tells Ona with a smile.

You smile at them both and say “whats your news On?”

Alexia steps up beside you and places her hand on your lower back as you both face Ona when she says “Jorge is out, the federation is cleaning house and we may be called back into the team!”

#woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #woso #Alexia Putellas #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #espwnt x reader

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zazima · 4 months

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im rusty. so rusty. and also extremely late for christmas. i may as well have waited 350 days until the holidays came around again, but im trying to write more this year, so hear you go? eek im nervous. please pardon any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. enjoy! also tumblr doesn't seem to have line breaks so sorry if any time jumps are confusing.

also a warning for language and mentions of wanting to step in front of a bus as an extreme response to being embarrassed. i swear this is all fluff otherwise.

Harry doesn't know what to get Sirius for Christmas.

Well, to clarify, Harry doesn't know if he can get Sirius anything adequately worth a damn. Because how can a game (magical or not) or piece of art or trinket or any sort of anything say hey Merry Christmas and by the way, thanks for saving me from my horrible abusive household where I lived in a cupboard and for wrangling a fucked up wizarding judicial system so that it both exonerates you from a murder you didn't commit and lets you adopt a kid you only properly met six months ago.

Harry would also like the gift (if he ever manages to find something) to say also thank you for giving me my own bedroom and for making pancakes every Saturday morning and for letting me visit my friends and for playing two-man Quidditch with me and for ruffling my hair and for always letting me pick the film that we watch and for telling me stories about my parents and for always being just enough and for not pushing me when I have nothing to say and for calling me by my name instead of shouting boy angrily-

Harry figures that he should cut himself off there. Any more gratitudes and the gift will literally be impossible to find, lest it be the size of Hogwarts in an effort to cram any and all unspoken messages Harry doesn't have the courage to voice out loud.

So Harry does what he usually does in a sticky situation. He turns to his friends.

No clue mate, Ron writes. I normally get Mum perfume and Dad whatever Muggle trinket he's been obsessing over. So unless Sirius wants a rubber duck, I probably won't be much help. But you could probably give him one and he'd be ecstatic. You're pretty much his favorite person right now.

Ah bloody hell. Do you think I should get Sirius something as a thanks for Pig?

Even though he's sure Ron's right (although Padfoot might enjoy a rubber duck more than Sirius), Harry doesn't have time to add Ron's own gift conundrum to his list of problems, so he turns to Hermione, who ends up being a bit more helpful.

I know you said that Sirius was interested in curse-breaking and how it can be used to help with cleaning up Grimmauld Place, so maybe something pertaining to that? A book or starter kit? Or perhaps something a bit more personal, something he couldn't just buy in a shop. Don't worry too much, Harry. He'll love whatever it is you give him because it's you.

Harry disregards the book suggestion immediately. Sirius does read; over the holiday break the two of them have taken to sitting quietly on opposite sides of the couch in the sitting room, reading books from the Black family library and munching on the latest treat Mrs. Weasley has sent them while flames blaze in the fireplace, only breaking the peaceful quiet occasionally to share whatever interesting passage has just been read. But Harry doesn't want to give a present that reminds Sirius of the exhausting work they do every day trying to make Grimmauld Place a habitable home.

Hermione's other suggestion, however, gets Harry thinking. Something he couldn't just buy in a shop. That obviously eliminates all of the last-resort items Harry had on his mental list, as they were dumb things he had planned to frantically order by mail once he gave up on the idea of finding something good enough for Sirius. But it also opens up a new idea, something that Harry himself had appreciated when he had received it a few years ago.

He begins firing off letters and mail-in order forms with an efficiency Hermione would admire. The owls return in quick fashion, up to three or four a day. Sirius doesn't notice anything at first, but when Hedwig taps on the kitchen window for the second time that day during breakfast, he gets up and lets her in with a raised eyebrow at Harry.

"Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment?" he asks, somewhat incredulously, peering at the label on the package. "Harry, love, you know we can just go to Diagon Alley whenever you'd like. No need to rely on owl post if you're running low on supplies."

Harry flushes and snatches the small, soft package from Hedwig, stuffing it under his armpit and looking determinedly at his porridge. He hopes he doesn't have ACTUALLY IT'S PART OF YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT written all over his face.

"It's fine," he shrugs, aiming for casual nonchalance with his tone. "It's just a small thing. No point in going all the way down to Diagon Alley. Besides, the crowds would drive you crazy. They'd probably give you a concussion trying to get a picture."

Sirius grimaces, probably thinking of their last attempt to go for an ice cream at Fortescue's shortly before Harry had left for the fall term. They'd returned to Grimmauld Place ice cream-less and with a giant tear down the front of Harry's robes.

"Nothing a Glamour Charm wouldn't fix," he responds, grabbing his own empty bowl and bringing it to the sink. "Anyway, it's not fair for us to be shut up in this damned house because some people can't behave themselves in public. You just let me know whenever you want to go out, alright? I promise I won't breathe down your neck while you look at potions ingredients and whatnot. Even if they all suspiciously happen to be ingredients for an Enlarging Potion."

He manages to ruffle Harry's hair before the boy squawks out a "Sirius!" and darts out the kitchen, cackling in response to Harry's sputtered "I'm not... I wouldn't... SIRIUS!"

As Christmas approaches, Harry begins to stay up later and later into the night, working frantically to finish Sirius' present. One late night (or early morning, really), he hears a gentle knock on his door. He jumps and shoves the half completed project under his comforter.

"Come in!"

Sirius peeks his head through the cracked open door. "Are you alright? I was getting a glass of water and noticed your light was still on."

Harry nods, trying to convey a casualness he doesn't feel beneath the stress of wanting to have the present ready by Christmas morning. "Yes. Fine. I was just... reading." He reaches for his nightstand and holds up the latest book he's knicked from the Black family library for this exact purpose.

Sirius raises an eyebrow. "You sure? I've read that one before. Couldn't last more than thirty seconds at a time without falling asleep."

Harry glances at the cover. He hasn't even cracked it open yet. "It's actually quite interesting. I've always been fascinated by... the evolution of wizarding legalese from 1500 to 1800." He internally winces as the subject matter is finally made apparent to his sleep-deprived brain.

Sirius pauses, clearly sensing that something's up. He must decide that now's not the time to probe further because he says, "Alright. You're stronger than me, then. Let me know if you need anything though." He begins to retreat and close the bedroom door but stops right before he actually does. "I forgot, " he murmurs, opening the door wide and stepping fully into Harry's bedroom. He approaches Harry where he's sitting on his bed. Harry tries to discretely shove the half-finished present further under the covers. "You had a letter downstairs. We must have missed it earlier. I only saw it when I was getting water." He hands over a rather thick envelope to Harry, who flips it over, notes the name of the sender, and smiles, relieved.

Sirius lets out a small puff of air, and Harry looks up at the sound. Sirius pastes on a rather strained smile. "Do you often write to Mrs. Weasley?"

Harry's brain scrambles for a response. "Erm. Not really."

He doesn't say anything else, unsure how to explain away the situation convincingly. A rather awkward silence settles between them. Sirius looks as if he's summoning the courage to say something.

Sirius takes a deep breath. "I'm here if you ever want to talk, Harry. I know the Weasley's have always been great to you, and I never want to feel like you're getting that taken away. But, I just want you to know that I'm also here, in addition to them. For anything. No questions asked or judgement cast. Alright?"

The letter slips out of Harry's grip, as he frantically waves his hands in front of him, desperate to correct Sirius' perception of the situation. "Oh, no, Sirius, I know! I swear it. We were just... planning Ron's birthday present this year. They wanted to throw him a party." The fib comes easily.

Sirius visibly relaxes. "Oh. Ron's birthday's not until April though."

"Yes," Harry's brain scrambles for an explanation. "But you know how Mrs. Weasley is. Always trying to stay ahead. She's already starting to plan the menu. Fretting between bacon sandwiches or chicken legs for the main course."

Sirius shakes his head, a genuine smile starting to form on his face. "Well you know my vote is always for chicken legs. Assuming I'm invited of course."

"You know you're always invited. Mrs. Weasley always wants an opportunity to make sure you're feeding me properly," Harry rolls his eyes. "And Ron thinks you're pretty cool too. Even though you broke his leg."

Sirius gives him a mock scowl. "Hey now! I wasn't in my right mind that night. And I gave him an owl to make up for it! Even though I was probably doing myself more of a favor than him. That damned owl was driving me mad."

Harry giggles, and Sirius' smile grows wider at the sound. He lets out a dramatic sigh and leans over to ruffle Harry's hair, ignoring the sounds of protest that come in response to the action.

"Alright then, love. I'm off to bed. Shout if you need anything, and I'll be here in faster than you can say chicken legs. You hear me?"

Harry nods. "Yes sir."

Sirius scowls for real this time. "None of that now, remember?"

Harry nods again, this time rather sheepishly. Sirius bends over to kiss his forehead before heading out of the bedroom, shouting a "Good night!" over his shoulder before he closes the door behind him.

Harry sighs in relief, pulls the present out from underneath the comforter, tears open Mrs. Weasley's letter, and gets back to work.

The morning of the 25th is bright and cold.

Harry is a ball of nerves as the breakfast plates get cleared away and the two of them prepare to go to the sitting room to open presents. Padfoot had barged into Harry's room at half past seven, barking loudly and leaping onto the bed, nearly giving Harry a heart attack in the process. He'd only finished Sirius' present in the wee hours of the morning and had barely managed to shove it into his desk drawer before he'd fallen asleep.

Sirius had dragged Harry into the kitchen for special Christmas chocolate chip pancakes and hot chocolate but had only allowed Harry to start eating once he agreed to don a ridiculously oversized Santa hat that matched the one Sirius had on his own head.

"If I'd known you liked Christmas so much, I'd have taken you to the Muggle mall to get a picture with Santa," Harry grumbles only half-heartedly as he watches the milk heat up on the hob. Sirius was adamant about making hot chocolate the old-fashioned way.

Sirius laughs loudly and hooks his arm around Harry's neck, pulling him close and planting a kiss on his forehead with a loud smack. "It's our first Christmas together, kiddo! First of many. You can get past your anti-morning attitude for that, can't you?"

"I gueeeeeeees," Harry mock-whines, drawing out the word as he adds the chopped chocolate to the steaming milk. He's secretly pleased that Sirius seems to somewhat enjoy his company. It shows he's not such a terrible charge.

"Thank you for your sacrifice," Sirius states dramatically. He gives Harry one last squeeze before releasing him. "Now come on, let's get to presents. I call going first!" He darts off to the sitting room where, overnight, a large pile of presents has piled in front of the eight-foot tall tree Sirius had dragged home one afternoon (with lots of swearing).

Harry gulps nervously as he pours hot chocolate into two mugs and tops them both with a handful of marshmallows. His hands are slightly shaking as he brings them both to the sitting room. Sirius is poking around the heap of gifts as he enters the room, and Harry spots the hastily wrapped, lumpy package he completed only a few hours ago.

Please like it, please like it, please like it, he silently begs as he sets the mugs on the coffee table. The sight of the gift is almost nauseating, and he keeps his eyes fixed on the hot chocolate.

Sirius turns at the sound to spot Harry and grins. "Alrighty, kiddo, what do you want to unwrap first? I did go a bit overboard this year, you'll have to forgive me. But there's plenty here from your friends!" He's practically vibrating with excitement.

Harry straightens his back and clears his throat. "Actually, do you mind if you do the opening first?"

Sirius pauses. "Are you sure? I swear mine are quite good."

Harry nods vigorously. "Yes. You can start with mine. It's right on top. The green wrapping." Let's just get this over with, he thinks.

Sirius picks up the package and shakes it gently. It makes no noise, and Harry can't help but let out a chuckle despite the knots in his stomach. Sirius grins at him and begins to carefully unwrap the gift.

Harry's legs suddenly feel like treacle tart filling. He lowers himself onto the couch so he doesn't pass out.

The wrapper paper gently falls to the ground, revealing a mound of knit material. Sirius unravels the pile to reveal a rather lumpy, oversized navy blue sweater with a slightly misshapen black dog woven onto the front.

Sirius doesn't say anything.

Harry's heart drops to his stomach. He opens his mouth, desperate to explain away the situation. "It's uh... it's... erm... it's a sweater? I made it?" As if that wasn't fucking obvious, he internally snarls at himself. He shakes his head, trying to organize his thoughts. "Yes, I, um, I made it. That's uh... that's Padfoot. On the front of it. I knitted it."

Sirius doesn't say anything.

Harry's words start coming out faster and faster, hoping something comes out that remedies this clusterfuck of an event. "Mrs. Weasley helped me. She sent me instructions. And the patterns? That 's why she was sending me so many letters. I didn't know how to do it. They aren't throwing a party for Ron."

Sirius still doesn't say anything.

Oh fuck! Harry thinks wildly. He's probably livid I lied. Oh fuck fuck fuck. "I'm sorry I lied to you! I just wanted it to be a surprise," he manages to get out. "That's why I was ordering so much through owl post. I had to get the yarn and the needles. And I kept having to order more yarn because I kept getting frustrated and messing up a lot. I didn't want you to know. Until now, that is. Obviously."

Sirius. Still. Doesn't. Say. Anything.

Harry wants to crawl into a hole and die. But for some stupid, idiotic reason, he keeps speaking. "I wasn't sure if you'd like the color? I actually realized that I don't know what your favorite color is. But whenever Mrs. Weasley makes one for me or for the Weasley kids, she usually does our favorite color. Or house colors. But I figured you have lots of things in Gryffindor colors? Like your wand holster. And then I noticed that you wear a lot of navy. So I thought that might be nice."

If Sirius doesn't say anything, Harry just might call the Knight Bus so he can step in front of it. He decides to get everything off of his chest before he has to do so.

"Mrs... uh... Mrs. Weasley made me one," he explains softly. "My first year. And every year after that. It means a lot to me. I think it was probably the first gift I ever got. And it kind of made me feel like part of their family? A little bit at least. So... so I wanted to give you one. Not from her, of course. But from me. So you could feel like a part of... our family?" His sentence embarrassingly ends like a question, so he hastily tacks on, "If you want to, of course."

Sirius finally moves, and Harry shuts his mouth. He gently sets the sweater down on the armchair next to him, walks over to where Harry is sitting, and pulls him up into the tightest, fiercest hug Harry has ever experienced.

Neither say anything for a few moments. Until Harry can't deal with not being able to breathe and squeaks out, "Uh? Sirius? I can't really inhale."

Sirius releases him quickly and takes a step back. "Sorry."

Harry feels awkward again. He clears his throat, hoping to fill the silence with something. "I hope you like it. But I know it's not done very well. So I can take it apart if you'd rather that. The shop said they'd take the yarn back as long as it wasn't too worn."

Sirius' head snaps up. "What? Harry, my love, I don't not like it. I love it."

Harry's mouth goes dry. "What?"

Sirius gives him a small smile. His eyes look suspiciously glassy. "Harry. You made this for me. You made this for me! It's my favorite color, and it's got me on it! Of course I love it. Not just because you took the time and the effort to make something for me. Because, my goodness, how do you even start with something like this? It must have taken you ages. But also because, well, you said it yourself. I mean, I already felt like part of the same family with the whole adoption bit and knowing you since you were a baby and whatnot, but it's always nice to know you feel the same. And I'm so honored to be a part of your family. Always will be. You have to know that, alright?" Sirius presses their foreheads together. "Alright?"

Harry nods, feeling a little something catch in his throat. He nods.

"Thank you for my gift," Sirius says softly. "I love it. No talk about talking it apart. I'll be proper mad if you do, you hear me?"

Harry nods again. Sirius releases him. He grabs the sweater from the armchair and pulls it over his head. The hem is uneven and the dog looks more like a cat once the sweater settles on his body, but Sirius only looks down at it and grins.

"Now come on, it's your turn to open presents. I don't think any of mine are as good as a handmade sweater, but I hope you like them anyway. And that's got me thinking, we ought to do a Christmas card no? Especially now that I've got a nice sweater on. Mrs. Weasley might tear up at the sight of a photo of the two us. Come on, come on, pick a present."

Harry rolls his eyes without any real heat behind the action. And he doesn't say anything later when he feels a burst of pride when he sees the photo they take in front of the Christmas tree that afternoon, Sirius wearing the sweater with the biggest, proudest smile Harry has ever seen.

He just bottles the feeling and hopes to remember it forever.

#hi i write sometimes #sirius and harry #sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #dadfoot #sirius raising harry #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter oneshot

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statueofeden · 7 months

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Eras of L4D2!CATS Art (and Nellis Cats)

(CW: badly drawn blood, gore (its a zombie game haha), mental health briefly mentioned (minimal!).

Hello, I'm Eden. (They/them) I'm 22 years old and been playing L4D2 since it came out for xbox 360 in 2009 (I was 8 - going on 9). I started shipping Nellis when I was about 11. It was in fact my first ship ever.

I decided to make this lil thing because i've seen some interest in my recent post with my Nellis!cats :P.

In 2013, I hated my human art so I decided to design and make as cats so I could draw them easier. I use to use drawcast on my ipod touch.

I would finally get a more stable style and made more of my fav ship.

Later on that year, my mom gave me her old laptop and I got heavily into animation memes and computer digital art.

my first computer drawing:

My first animation:

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I was hooked. A few months later, Little kid me decided to play around with an AU.

Heres more info about the AU before we move on:

(AU animation Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLsesYjlm_htaAxclwRcBg6uhhjtQEN3OY )

I dropped my first banger of the AU on Dec 14, 2013.

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2014-2015:

I was obsessed with drawing Nick and Ellis as cats still. I had made many animations and drawings of them.

Before I was diagnose with BPD, I had an episode and created this gem it like to mention :

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I had also dropped this banger way before that (important later, I promise)

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I ended the year off with a remake of an old Nellis drawing I made in 2013.

^(2015)

^(2013)

2016 - 2017:

At the end of 2015, I got a graphics tablet for Christmas. Legit my second drawing was Ellis!cat.

Sadly in 2016-2017 I was going through alot and also developed a new hyperfixation on fallout 4. I kinda forgot about l4d2 otherthan a few mentions of it here and there. Honorable mentions of art:

2018-2019:

I was going through alot during this time in my life.

I would redesign my most of l4d2!cats completely. I highly preferred natural colors over the other designs.

L4D2!Cats:

L4D!cats:

Honorable mentions of animations:

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2019 - now:

Im still making l4d2!cats content. I adore them still and still plan on drawing them until I cant draw no more.

2021 art:

2022 art:

2023 art:

Remember when I told you to keep the "get out alive" video in your mind. Well, Ive very recently have sketched out a remake of it. (Come see the improvement!)

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^(2015)

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^(2023)

Welp, I think that's all! I hope you've enjoyed this post! Any questions, feel free to ask! I may or may not have answers.

Some of you may know me, some of you may not. Either way, thanks for reading and sharing the love for left 4 dead with me! I hope to share more soon! <3

#left 4 dead 2 #nick x ellis #ellis l4d2 #nellis #nick l4d2 #catified #left 4 dead #l4d2 cats #my art #statueofeden #animation #meowchirp #art journey #Youtube #SoE.imp

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casualheizouenjoyers · 1 year

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“don’t forget to like and subscribe!”

genshin youtubers au

characters included: childe, xiangling, nahida, 5wirl (aether, venti, xiao, kazuha & heizou), & kaeya

Childe (can be read as platonic or romantic)

100% a sweaty gaming streamer

he unironically owns a minecraft themed bed im SORRY

is really sweet to the fan artists in his community and hypes them up IMMENSELY

would wear a maid dress for a sub goal

i feel like his community would be like medium size with people who donate a LOT of money and subs

mainly on twitch, uploads complications from streams on youtube but no original content

streams late at night or super early in the morning even though he has nothing to do during the normal hours of the day, his neighbors hate his guts

would definitely be the type to show you off to chat

if you’re dating this man say goodbye to a normal sleep schedule you’re never getting it back

would unironically give you his merch for christmas

posts the worst takes on twitter, for the love of all that is sacred take control of his main account

unironically has called you his little pogchamp

Xiangling (platonic)

has a really cute cooking channel with a cute like animated chibi intro. gouba is the channel mascot and the design on every piece of merch

has the most aesthetic kitchen and posts a new tour/tutorial whenever she renovates it

occasionally posts videos from the kitchen of her dad’s restaurant and/or videos with her dad and they’re the most wholesome thing ever

being her friend or roommate instantly means being in at least one video to taste test

if you can’t cook she definitely tests out tutorials on you and asks for your advice on how to explain stuff

and if you can cook she definitely asks you to participate in friendly cooking competitions or challenges with her (her food is always better but she’s a sweetheart about it)

Nahida (platonic)

wholesome toy review channel

in my soul she has a hyperfixation on toy production so despite her young age her reviews are lowkey mad informative and oddly insightful

especially favors puzzle games and those fake pet toys (i had one of a cat growing up and i loved mr whiskers with my heart and soul)

tries to edit her videos herself, but eventually her big sibling (you) edits them while she watches and makes suggestions

you manage the ‘business’ side of the channel, like helping decide which toys to review and where to get them and manage any sponsorships and explain what those mean (she picks it up real fast though)

i imagine teucer also has a two review channel so the two would become friends while reader & childe are jokingly in a rivalry (or at least reader takes it as a joke, child is very 50/50)

Aether (romantic or platonic)

wholesome travel blogger who people keep trying to beat in subscriber count before deciding to become his friend

i imagine the abyss is like a company that tried to sponsor aether but he refused because the company was against his morals, and like the fauti are another company that has the same situation going on

enjoys showing people the best places to go in different countries and how to save lots of money while doing so

paimon is definitely his younger sister or like close enough friend that they’re basically siblings who goes with him and is really good with languages so she helps aether out

didn’t really have a set house anywhere and would just edit in hotel rooms or friends’ houses until he formed the youtube group 5wirl and they live together in a big house

people were worried about what his content would be during quarantine so he switched to making content with 5wirl and playing variety games while also still making content about how he plans his next destinations and stuff

definitely plays geoguesser he’s been everywhere he’s a god at it

literally collabs with everyone he’s so friendly, being with him would be a bit frustrating because at least before 5wirl you’re always going to be moving around but he treats you like royalty

most aesthetic instagram feed in the UNIVERSE, has to be convinced to post rare pictures of himself

venti (romantic or platonic)

first member of 5wirl! he’s a cover channel and his wind spirit form is his channel icon

either does the most beautiful cover you’ve ever heard or the most cursed parody in existence it’s always a toss up

LOVES fan artists and always commissions different artists to do the thumbnail for his covers and they’re gorgeous

another person to take twitter away from he only posts when he’s drunk

keeps forgetting to post when he’s about to go live so update accounts have to do it for him and his stream always crashes from the sudden influx of people

does drunk streams with kaeya and has a separate vods channel

chat first finds out about your existence during a drunk stream and you just awkwardly come in like “hi” 🧍🏻

first interaction with aether was when aether raided him on twitch and eventually they exchanged discords and became friends

dvalin is venti’s editor who remain anonymous

if you even jokingly mention you want venti to sing/play a song he’ll drop everything to do it for you

only plays any sort of video game on stream or in a video with xiao

xiao (romantic or platonic)

was convinced by venti to join 5wirl

xiao & venti first interacted with each other at a convention like vidcon and venti made up an intro song to go with his starting soon screen and they started to talk more

the first youtube person xiao would talk about you to is venti but he doesn’t let venti talk to you until he has to convince venti you’re real and not just an excuse to not hang out or call-

mostly plays horror games on stream, literally nothing startles this man he’s always sitting there like :| while venti is screaming his lungs out

he used to be in a youtube group with the other yakshas but they all decided to quit doing youtube or streaming and therefore xiao was super hesitant to join 5wirl but you & venti worked together to convince him to give it a shot

fucked up sleep schedule, has a really cool stream setup

kazuha (romantic or platonic)

1/2 of a buzzfeed unsolved true crime style channel with heizou, the two joined 5wirl at the same time

it’s a little different of a format, basically heizou does research of unsolved cases and presents his theories while kazuha does research on solved cases and heizou tries to figure out who the culprit was

likes to play music games as well, i headcannon that he has perfect pitch so he likes to do perfect pitch tests on stream (he has ‘beef’ with venti because they both have perfect pitch and do perfect pitch contests on stream and shit)

very aesthetic instagram, he occasionally collabs with aether to do some travel style stuff every once in a while to take a break as to not get burnt out from just doing the same content style

does solo content on the shared channel with heizou where he plays survival style games and shows off his fencing skills

kazuha has a fucked up sleep schedule but it wouldn’t affect you since he’s always mindful of his volume

tomo used to be the channel editor until he decided to go to film school and didn’t have anymore time so kazuha & heizou take turns editing with your aid

likes to play animal crossing on stream with you or team survival games like raft and always makes sure that if only one of you can survive it’s going to be you

likes to play minecraft on stream but only with other people, prefers survival to creative

heizou (romantic or platonic)

1/2 of shared channel with kazuha, it was originally his idea and he brought it up to kazuha because they were friends in highschool and thought at the very least it’d be a nice way to reconnect

when kazuha is on break for solo content he likes to play murder mystery games or invites you, xiao & venti (since heizou & aether are out filming travel content) to play clue with him. does he always win? yes. but it’s still really fun since venti likes to get very into his assigned persona/character and you do the same :)

also likes to do quizzes on the internet of like reading facial/body language and is INSANELY good at it

gets easily distracted from researching unsolved cases so you always help him stay focused and do research and he’s eternally grateful for that

doesn’t particularly enjoy playing jackbox games or any group variety stuff unless it’s with you & anyone from 5wirl

doesn’t really collab with sara but the two are friends and hang out at cons

always ropes you into acting in videos with kazuha that give people tips to remain safe in any sort of situation and not get taken advantage of

kaeya (romantic or platonic)

when not doing drunk streams with venti and occasionally rosaria he’s a fashion youtuber 100%

loves roasting subscriber outfits and also covers the history of trends

lovingly makes fun of his friends’ fashion sense but it’s all in good fun

makes sure whenever you go with him to cons y’all are the best dressed

the knights of favonius are a talent/management agency and aether is called an honorary knight because while he’s not part of the agency he does collab with a lot of their members

most stylish and lowkey youtuber merch

claims to be diluc’s brother, no one believes him and think he only says that so dawn winery can sponsor him and send him wine

usually has a good sleep schedule, but all his drunk streams are always at like 2 am so good luck with dealing with his hangover

the morning after drunk streams are always hell for the both of you

#aris writes #genshin x reader #genshin impact #nahida #kaeya #xiangling #childe #5wirl x reader #venti #heizou #aether #kazuha #xiao #genshin youtuber! au

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stranger224 · 4 months

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“George you bastard what did you do to me?” Shelly screamed into the phone. “I was at the mall doing some Christmas shopping when I suddenly got an overwhelming urge to drop to my knees and suck someone’s cock. I was presenting my udde- boobi- tits to anyone who wanted to see them and begging them to let me suck them off. It didn't stop until security escorted me out of the store.” Shelly adjusted her shirt and bra, ever since that incident both felt like they were too tight on her. On the other end of the line George was half grinning, half embarrassed. “Shel, Im sorry, I didn't know you were planning on going shopping today, at the mall no less it was supposed to be a surprise for tonight”

“What did you do to me, and how do I stop it Master? Cause it's like starting up again. My mouth feels so tingly and empty. Oh Master, when are you coming home? I need your cock” Shelly begged into the phone lewdly her jeans felt tight on her ass and thighs all of a sudden maybe she should take them off?”

George’s voice took on a more authority tone at the word "Master“ Fuckslut. Do you have your headphones?”

“Yes Master, Fuckslut has Fucksluts headphones but how will that help Fuckslut get cock?

George pinched the bridge of his nose Fuckslut was fun but she could be very single minded sometimes “Please put them on”

“Ok Master” there was a light bit of shuffling “Ok Master they are on”

“Hit the power button please” Fuckslut did and the world around her became quiet before filling with the sounds of George’s office. A cloud lifted and Shelly felt her mind revert to normal. Her shirt and bra still felt tight however

“Ok Im back explain”

“So you know that silly internet game Wham-a-geddon?”, Well I thought it would be fun to tie your bimbofication triggers to that song, so the more you hear it the more you would bimbofy. I had a whole playlist where the frequency of the song amps up until it plays for 5 hours on loop. I was going to use it on you tonight as a surprise.”

Now it was Shelly’s turn to pinch her nose “A surprise for me or for you? You know that game was made because it's one of the most frequent songs played on the radio the goal is to try and not hear it”

“Well I guess for today you are playing on hard mode”. George said sheepishly. “Don’t worry, so long as you keep your headphones on, you should be fine, Now I have to go someone just started to play the song here I’ll see you tonight love you”

Shelly checked out the charge on her headphones Only a few minutes of battery left she hadn't been charging them. Pulling one headphone out of her ear she heard the fading voice “I'll give it to someone special” The headphones would charge if they were in the case and the song couldn't loop that often So Shelly decided to risk it. She only had a few more stores to hit. What is the worst that could happen?

At about 5 o’ clock the employees of Victoria Secret were surprised by the strangest sight Woman walking into the store with the most plastic body any of them had ever seen. She was wearing a pair of pink lucite heels with the tags from Spencer gifts still on them.a pair of soaked panties that were making a buzzing sound and not much else. The tattered remains of a t-shirt and bra were clinging to the tops of her obviously fake breast. While the shredded flaps of her jeans were held up by her waist her ass cheeks were completely on display. A crowd of gawkers were following behind her staring at the bizarre woman. Through a face frozen with botox and lips so inflated drool was dripping from her keyhole pout. The woman was humming a song. It sounded like that old 80’s Christmas song that they played on loop around her. “Can you like help Fuckslut find something yummy for Fuckslut to wear to make Master’s cock hard?”

One employee walked over to the bimbo and said “right this way maam”, guiding her to the back of the store to distract her while another ran to get security.

An hour later George bundled the heavily bimbofied Shelly or- Fuckslut as she kept telling the security guard-into his car to take her home. he had forgotten one key feature of that particular christmas song: How easy it was to get stuck in one’s head

Model is Stephine Michelle Caption by Me

#stephanie michelle #bimbotf #bimbotransformation #xmas

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waterfallofspace · 4 months

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What A Way To Start A Year

T/im learns a little something about karma, friends, and care. Seems even J/on isn't quite as cold as he seems.

A M/agnus A/rchives fic, set somewhere pre-season 1. Shouldn't have any spoilers, but proceed with caution just incase~ (nothing late game, just character dynamic things)

Welcome to "I meant for this to be a little drabble and I wrote 3k words"~ Having a bit of hyperfixation and burn out as I started this new year, soooo I decided to make T/im suffer <3 Not promising quality seeing as I wrote this all in the span of tonight, but consider it a lil 'too long' drabble, and happy new years!

Best way to start off the new year, giving one of your lil guys a lil snz <3

Characters: T/im, M/artin, S/asha, and J/on. Word Count: 3.9k

(CW: There is some swearing, and light descriptions of high fevers)

Christmas had been good this year, maybe the best it had in a long time. Life of the party as always, Tim had enjoyed getting to spend it with his old, and new, colleagues. On top of that, Jon had been laid up with a pretty awful cold for a couple days leading up to it, so he wasn’t around to crush any brilliant ideas Tim came up with.

This led to the budget receiving a fairly substantial hit, though many researchers donated to the cause when they learned this borrowing wasn’t exactly approved. Hell, even Elias had pitched in, claiming something or other about ‘archivists fit for the job not exactly growing on trees’, and wanting to ‘save some of Jon’s sanity’.

“Tim? Are you even listening to me?”

Pulled back to the conversation at hand, Tim lifts his gaze to the taller man fidgeting nervously in front of him. Martin was never one for confrontations, and usually the first ‘no’ would have been more than enough to lead to a string of apologies for even asking. Today however, he seems to have grown a spine. At the worst possible moment.

“Oh come on,” Martin continues, missing the groan slipping from Tim’s throat. “Even Jon agreed to it!”

“I’m not really in the party mood,” Tim retorts, leaning back in his chair. “Besides, Jon didn’t agree to celebrate, he agreed not to stop the celebration. Not the same thing.”

From across her desk, Sasha gives a low chuckle. “He’s got you there, Martin.”

“Can you at least give it a little thought before turning it down?” Martin insists, completely out of character for someone usually so eager to please.

What the hell has gotten into him today? He didn’t even seem to enjoy himself that much at the Christmas party. Sure, he had a few drinks and mingled with the staff, but he’d left as soon as it was over, not waiting around for chatting like Tim and Sasha.

Clearing his throat with a grimace, Tim casts Sasha a dark look as she chuckles again. Knowing far too much, as usual. Especially when it came to him. If it was anyone else, Tim would hate it with all his being, but given that it’s Sasha… well it’s a welcome invasion.

Still, it would be nice if she didn’t rat him out. And to Martin of all people, well let’s just say he saw what happened when Jon was sick. Yeah, passing on that one. Attention is great, Tim lives for it, but the coddling? Not really his style.

“hiEH– guh…”

Damn, that had been a close one. Thankfully Martin seems oblivious, though Sasha sits up in her chair, reaching down into a drawer to fish something out.

Turning his focus back to Martin, Tim provides an offer, desperate to just have the interaction come to an end.

“Fine, I’ll show up, but I don’t want any part in planning it.”

“Oh of course, I’ll handle all the details, I mean it’s just a new years party, how much can there really be to do? I mean food, timing, gotta make sure we have keys to the building– oh but if Jon’s there, that shouldn’t be a problem…” Martin says, rambling beginning to fade into the background as Tim finds himself unable to-

“hH– ek’CHhiew!”

“-Oh, bless you!” Martin says, his own thoughts long forgotten.

Unable to get a word out, Tim merely waves a hand, ducking into his shoulder for another, “eTChhew!”

“Bles-”

And another, “iTSChh’ew!”

“Oh ble-”

And another, “ehh– kTChh’iew!”

Silently Sasha stands, handing Tim a pack of tissues. Must have been what she was looking for in the desk. Once again, knowing more than she should, of course she picked up on his patterns.

Accepting them gratefully, Tim pulls a few out and roughly rubs at his nose, pointedly avoiding Martin’s worried gaze. Gripping his still trembling nose through the tissue, Tim sucks in a tight breath through his teeth, holding for a beat, before finally spinning around in his chair for a final-

“hH’ETCSHh-ieuw! Whew, bless me.”

Martin’s hands are fidgeting again, seemingly unsure of what to do with himself as Tim gives his nose a light massage through the tissue. He’s aware enough not to point it out, but is nearly shaking with the effort of suppressing his concerns.

With a sigh, Tim meets his eyes. “I’m fine, Martin. I always sneeze like that.” He leaves out ‘when I’m sick’. It also happens if he’s suffering allergies, though he doubts that would be a point in his defense given it’s the middle of winter.

“Yeah he’s not kidding,” Sasha pipes up, throwing Tim a wink as he glares. “You should hear him in spring, once it starts he can be going for hours.”

“I wouldn’t say hours, Sash-”

“Remember the cherry blossom incident?” Sasha interrupts, sending a sugary smile over to Martin. “He was wrecked for the rest of the day, I was almost certain he was never gonna stop. Even considered giving a statement here, that reaction was almost supernatural.”

Tim winces, an audible moan slipping from his lips. “We swore to never speak of it again.”

Sasha laughs, Tim giving her another playful glare from behind his tissues. “You swore that, I did no such thing.”

Thankfully Martin doesn’t pry, having enough common sense to offer a polite chuckle, and offer some excuse about ‘planning’. Still, he can’t help himself from shooting a meek “I hope you feel better soon” over his shoulder, Tim giving him finger guns in return.

“This is karma, you know,” Sasha calls after Martin’s outside earshot. “You took pleasure in Jon’s suffering, so now it’s your turn to suffer the same fate.”

“No, thi- eTChhew! Scuse me,” Tim says, rubbing his nose with the tissue one last time before depositing it in his nearly overflowing trash can. Another tissue is plucked as his eyes begin to water, nostrils flaring with reckless abandon. Never just one.

“kTChh’uew! hh’iTChh –uew! Tihhckles… eTCHh! etchh’uh! hiehh–”

The last one toys with him, tracing the rims of his nostrils, back up his sinuses, a gentle itch that seems to burn against every inch of his nose. Finally, with a desperate gasp, Tim ducks into his wrist for the last, “heh’ATChhh –iew!”

“Many blessings. Sounds like you need them,” Sasha offers with a wince, tossing another pack of tissues over, which Tim catches with a single hand, the other still gripping his nose.

After taking a moment to clean himself up, Tim shoots her his signature smile, ignoring the eye roll she shoots back. “Where was I?”

“Admitting this is karma?”

“It’s not karma, it’s lack of common sense. Going to a party where a coworker is sick, and still drinking and eating the same meals” Tim says, aiming a rough cough into his sleeve.

Sasha winces once more at the quality of the cough, hands rummaging through her drawers once more as she tosses a reply back. “And yet you’re the only one who caught it. Seems like karma to me.”

Closing the distance between them in a single stride, Sasha places a hand on Tim’s shoulder, voice softening. “It’s two days till new years, why don’t you go home and try to get some rest? I doubt Martin will object, and I’ll cover for you with Jon.”

Before Tim can form his rebuttal, Sasha places a box of paracetamol and a jar of vapor rub in front of him. Nodding his thanks, Tim lets out another harsh cough into his arm, leaning as far away from Sasha as he can manage.

With a light rub to his shoulder, Sasha walks to the door, holding it open with a pointed look. “Go home, you sound awful.”

“Alright, alright. I got the message. hH’ETchhiew!” Tim says, gathering his care package and beginning his walk down the hallway.

“If I hear the rest of that fit happening in this building, I’m telling Martin how ill you really are,” Sasha calls after him, a smile flashing over her face as Tim holds up his hands in mock surrender, before ducking back into his arm with another muffled burst.

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“You look horrible.”

Tim manages a weary smile from behind the tightly wound scarf. “Thagk you.”

Martin winces, standing in the doorframe, seemingly oblivious to the winter chill soaking into Tim’s bones. Even just the walk from the train station was hell on earth, standing out here is doing him no favours.

Turning away with a throat scraping cough, Tim manages to clear the congestion enough to finish the sentence somewhat understandably. A great feat, given how fast his voice is retreating. “May I remind you that I’m only here because you insisted.”

“Right, well I… I didn’t know how bad-” Martin begins, realizing spreading across his face like a wildfire as a chill leaves Tim breathless. “Oh god, I’m making you freeze to death while you’re already this sick, I’m so sorry, come in, I’ll go make you a tea.”

Tim nods his thanks as he piles inside the warm institute, cursing his aching lungs as each breath of warm air seems to burn them from the inside out. Martin rushes away, nearly crashing into a few researchers as he makes his frantic dash for the kitchen.

The scarf is reluctantly removed, a shudder running through Tim’s back as the warm air does nothing to soothe what he’s now certain is a growing fever. A few researchers wave to him, offering some idle chit-chat as he makes his way inside.

For the most part, people give him a wide berth, apparently he looks as bad as he feels. Tissues in hand, gripping them like a lifeline, Tim finds his way to a couch and lets himself sink into it. The party buzzes around him, fading into background noise.

Martin returns soon after, the mug vibrating slightly as he attempts to steady his hand. “I wasn’t sure what kind you’d want, we have a pretty limited amount, but I have a few extras in my desk– oh I could have probably found one for colds and flus, I’m not sure which this is, I thought cold before but you look-”

“Martin,” Tim interrupts, voice cutting uncomfortably through his raw throat. “Can I have the cup?”

“Oh, right, sorry!” Martin says, a sheepish grin crossing his face, nerves more than anything else, as he hands Tim the mug. Tim gives another appreciative nod, taking a cautious sip.

The warm liquid feels like heaven against his throat, and he barely manages to choke back a whimper. The flavour is still a mystery, Martin never actually got to that part. Given how little he can taste at the moment, seems it’s gonna remain that way. Still, the heat beginning to warm his chest is a welcome relief, and Tim has to fight to keep his eyes from drifting shut…

“Watch out!”

The voice rouses him, his eyes snapping open just in time to witness Jon dropping to his knees in front of the couch. The realization doesn’t sink in for another minute, Tim blinking the tired from his eyes and trying to figure out why people are staring… and why there’s a hand on his finge–

Oh, the tea. Thankfully Jon’s reflexes seemed to kick in just in time, his hands guiding Tim’s cup to the table next to him. Judgement clouds the boss's eyes as he turns back, fully ready to chastise Tim, no doubt. Jon opens his mouth, one hand beginning to point, but as his eyes scan Tim’s form, his demeanor changes instantly.

“You don’t seem well.” Jon’s voice is still firm, but with a hint of something Tim can’t quite place. On anyone else, he’d call it concern. On Jon… perhaps concern isn’t far off, though the underlying criticism of the statement irritates him.

“I wonder why that could be? It’s almost as if someone came to the Christmas party sick enough to fall asleep standing. Twice.” Tim says, sarcasm lining his words, alongside the congestion he can’t seem to fully shake.

“Well in that case,” Sasha chimes in, cheerful voice a natural antithesis to the misery coursing through Tim’s system. “Seems you’re halfway there!”

“Hey, I was lying down, that’s hardly the sahh… same thing– hH’ETchh!”

“Here we go,” Sasha says, already turning on her heel to find a tissue box as Tim’s hitches increase in desperation.

“aHTChh’ew! gn’tchhew!”

“Bless,” Jon offers, a brief confusion crossing his face as Sasha laughs, shaking her head.

“He’s not done,” She says, handing over the tissue box.

Tim grabs for it blindly, too caught up in the fit to even attempt dignity. Still, the eyes on him do leave him with a hint of embarrassment, and the onslaught is muffled as best he can manage. “hH’MMpshhew! eMPFShh’ieh! hh’MFSHhueh!”

Blessings sound out from the room, Tim managing to wave a hand towards the ones offering them, eyes still watering. As the fit seems to stall, he lowers his tissues, red nose now visibly twitching.

“Are you alright?” Jon asks, the hint of concern from before now plainly evident. That’s frankly more alarming than it should be, and Tim finds himself wanting to… reassure the boss.

“I’m okay, it’s juhh… j-just… huhh–” But it seems his nose has other plans, a tissue being raised once more as Tim paws at the appendage. “‘Scuhhse me, I still have… hahhve to… to… hiHh– eTCHh’ew! hk’ASCHh–oo!”

This time the tickle fades with the final pitchy sneeze, Tim letting out a low groan as he mashes his nose into the ever growing collection of tissues he’s clutching. A few people call out final blessings, Sasha laughing out hers as Tim’s face goes red once more.

Martin picks this time to enter the room with drinks, Tim letting his eyes flutter shut as the focus shifts off his misery. A gentle touch keeps him from drifting off to sleep, prying open an eye to find Sasha settling onto his left.

“Careful, don’t want to catch this,” Tim manages, leaning against his right shoulder to muffle another stream of chesty coughs. Sasha winces as it goes on past the realm of comfort, her hand finding his back.

“Don’t worry about me, I haven’t earned this cold, I didn’t make use of Jon’s or your suffering,” She says, the playful tone not masking the growing worry in her posture.

While she can read him like a book, she’s no mystery to him either. The tension in her fingers, absentmindedly stroking patterns on his back. The way she subconsciously tries to support his body weight, despite them both sitting. The look in her eyes when he manages to stall the coughing long enough to meet them.

With this brief respite from the attack, Sasha takes the chance to bring Tim’s tea back, his fingers wrapping around the warm mug. The first few sips burn, his lungs protesting, begging to return to their efforts to expel all the irritation. By the third, however, the warmth is spreading once more, easing the spasms.

“Alright?” Sasha asks, beginning to stand from the couch. Tim nods his reply, taking another slow sip. “Think you’ll make it till midnight? We’ve still got a few hours to go.”

He nods his approval again, not yet trusting his voice enough to make an attempt. Sasha simply smiles, easing back into the party that– Tim had almost forgotten existed. That fever must be worse than he thought, given how loud it is. A fact that’s now pounding against his head in harmony with his heartbeat.

The party continues on, Sasha and Martin taking turns checking in on Tim as he slips rapidly in and out of consciousness. Seconds turn to hours, and before he knows it, it’s two minutes to midnight.

As Tim blinks against the harsh fluorescent lighting, it’s Jon that stands before him, hand hovering near his side. Tim begins to speak, breaking off into a cough as his voice comes out rough with sleep and congestion.

“What’s up boss?” He manages with the second attempt, not missing Jon’s wince at the nasal quality.

“You simply look… well, the festivities are nearly over, I was just inquiring as to…” Jon seems to get stuck, eyes wandering down to the couch as he finishes. “I know you took the train here, I was seeing if you needed an escort home.”

“How kind, I’d be delighted to have your accompaniment,” Tim responds, the wit clouding the fact he… hadn’t actually considered needing to go home. Jon seems to take this answer as satisfactory, ignoring all the sarcasm as he gives a tight nod and an out of practice smile.

From across the room Martin calls out, something about a countdown. Tim attempts to pull himself to a stand, finding Sasha’s arm around his waist, guiding him to the wall. Leaning against it, he lets his rough voice join the chorus as they count into the new year.

Despite how the lights and noise had pounded into his skull, everyone chanting in unison helps Tim realize that… there actually aren’t that many people here. Aside from his coworkers, there’s only a few researchers, and Elias is not in attendance.

Honestly, thank whatever cosmic being may exist for that one, he had been none too fond of Jon’s arriving sick. Tim shudders to think what he would have said about this state. He shouldn’t have come, but… something about how insistent Martin was… well he just couldn’t disappoint that loveable idiot.

Somehow Tim finds he’s managed to keep up with the counting, despite being worlds away in his thoughts. As they approach the final numbers, a feathery sensation begins to spread through his nostrils- no.

Absolutely not, this is not the time. It’s never just one, there’s not enough people here, someone’s gonna notice. And I mean, it’s not like he’s hiding the fact he feels like death, but… drawing that much attention is also not the goal.

“Five! Four!”

“hiehh- h’ngTchh!” He manages to stifle the first, the congestion pounding in his head as the tickle seems to only get worse.

“Three! Two!”

“I cad’t– nNDtch! nGTCh’uh!”

“One–”

As the cheers begin to erupt, Tim ducks into the tissues with a scraping, “ehg’TCHhiew!”

“Happy new years!”

“yiEShh’iew! etchh’uh! hH’AESHH –oo!” Tim dips into his hands again, managing to sink down against the wall as he lets out a congested blow, ending the fit.

“What a way to ring in the new year,” Comes Sasha’s voice, her form blocking the light from Tim’s eyes as he looks up, fever blurring his vision.

“Shud ub.”

“Christ Tim, you sound awful,” Jon adds, his form appearing behind Sasha’s.

“Thagks boss,” Tim retorts, groaning as he notices a third form, Martin’s nervous fidgeting easy to spot even from this angle. Martin remains silent, though his eyes seem to hold more concern than any of them, and… guilt? Or maybe that’s just the delirium.

Glancing up to meet Sasha’s gaze, Tim offers a weary, “Tibe to go hobe?”

She nods softly, kneeling to help him to his feet, Martin wordlessly taking his other arm. Jon stands off to the side, hesitating. What for, who knows. All Tim can focus on is one step after the other, just gotta make it home, then he can sleep. For the rest of forever, at this rate.

As they get to the door, Martin helps wrap the scarf around Tim’s neck, forcing him to lift it from its perch against Sasha’s shoulder. Sasha, for her part, supports his weight with ease, she was always stronger than she looked.

Martin keeps casting glances towards Tim, obviously fretting over something. Too tired to manage his usual charm, Tim gives Martin the softest look he can manage. “Jusd say id, please. You’re makigg me nervous.”

“I’m so sorry I asked you to come, you’re obviously so unwell, and I know I didn’t really know that at the time, but I should have, or at least texted and checked in, I just… I wanted us all to get along so bad and I thought if you came it would mean more fun because you’re always so lively and good at talking to people and-”

Tim holds up a hand, eyes glazing over as Martin stops short, breath coming almost as rapidly as Tim’s. After a minute goes by, Martin starts to open his mouth, seeming confused by the interruption, before nearly jumping out of his skin as Tim ducks into his fist.

“eTCHh’ew! hH’YEAShh –iew! Sorry, I feld those cobigg… waid– hih’ETCHhew! heAYSHh’oo!” Tim ducks down again, Sasha grabbing him tighter to support the harsh shudders as he attempts to keep his balance.

“Oh bless you,” Martin offers, voice coming out timid. Tim gives him, what he hopes is, a warm smile despite the fever taking hold of the last corners of his mind.

“If I didn’t wanna cobe, I would have stayed hobe. I dod’t blame you.”

Martin nods silently, a relief seeming to flood his face. Taking his place once more supporting Tim, they move towards the exit. Opening the door, the first wave of cold floods the entryway, and a chill so violent runs through Tim that both Martin and Sasha take a step back to brace him.

It’s now that Jon speaks up, voice strained with a type of worry Tim hadn’t heard before. “No, we’re absolutely not doing this, I refuse.”

The trio turn towards him. Though perhaps a more accurate description is that Martin and Sasha turn, Tim simply goes along for the ride. Martin mumbles something about ‘no other choice’, but Sasha asks what Jon’s on about.

“It’s too cold out there, it’s the middle of the damn night, there’s no way I’m letting him go home like this.”

“And what do you suggest we do as an alternative? He can’t stay here-” Sasha begins, pausing as Jon turns towards her.

“Why not? I’m the archivist, this is my archive,” Jon begins, pausing for a moment, before adding, “Well, Elias’s, but I hardly think he’d suggest we send an employee home in this weather while they’re this sick. That’s just bad management, he’ll freeze to death before even reaching the train.”

As if to confirm this assumption, Tim shudders violently, ducking into his chest with a tired, “hh’eshhew! eTCHh’iew!” followed by a heavy sigh. Martin mumbles something about covering, but quickly silences himself as Tim begins to tremble again.

Sasha gives Jon a look, seeming to read him for any hints of doubt, perhaps searching for an ulterior motive. After a brief pause, their eyes meeting, she gives a tight nod, approval of some kind.

“Come on Martin, let’s get him back to that couch, he can sleep there for the night,” Sasha directs, Martin nodding his acceptance.

Tim manages to catch snippets of the conversation as they get him settled. Jon fetching him a blanket he keeps in his office. Martin providing some more tea. Sasha grabbing tissues and medication for when he wakes up. Something about Jon sleeping in his office so he’s not alone, and Sasha coming in early to help him home.

With his final bout of consciousness, Tim holds up a hand, the conversation immediately pausing. “Thagk you guys. And… esSHhh’ew! And, I’b sorry.”

All three stare at him for a minute, before Sasha breaks first. Her laughter fills the silence, Martin joining in soon after, and even Jon letting a few chuckles slip out. When they’ve finally collected themselves, Sasha gives Tim a warm smile.

“Sleep well, Tim. I’ll come fetch you in the morning.”

With a content sigh, Tim lets his eyes drift shut again, his consciousness fading to the soft hum of his friends in the background.

Alright, so maybe coddling isn’t quite so bad after all.

#waterfallwrites #the m/agnus a/rchives #was that my tag?? i think it was ahuguh #anyways i wrote this in a flurry of 'i need to do something about my hyperfixation' induced attention span #took many breaks but all in all took about 6ish hours (including the breaks)#and im kinda proud of myself for just! doing it!!#props to my friend for telling me to 'just write something with no pressure and let it be what it is'#so this is a drabble that turned into an actual fic bc i didnt! pressure myself!#if it sucks it sucks- if it doesnt it doesnt- whatever it is i made it and im gonna be happy with that #plus its t/ma which rn is just... SOOO it for me. i am so hyperfixated #and t/im is my beloved i love this man #and i may possibly try to write about j/ons version of this cold and maybe The Cherry Blossom Incident #but i actually have a different t/ma fic in the works so that one comes first <3 #anyways yes here you go!! i toss this into the void! and see if! anyone wants it!#t/ma #t/im s/toker

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A/N: this took like 3 weeks to finish, its longer than the other ones and at some points im just out of it so bear with me 🙏 (also additional rockstars, gifs at the end too) I also got too tired to keep changing povs

8. Look At Your Game Girl:

Second person pov:

It was soon Christmas Day, there was no big celebration or party as it was all leading up to a big New Year’s house party at one of Slash’s friends place in the hills. At least your Christmas day wasn’t horrible, everyone contributed to presents, even Axl as he was meant to go to Erin’s, but they were on a break. He wasn’t fazed and from you talking to her on the phone she was glad that they were taking a break. (She then told in secret that she met this new guy just as a fling and to not tell Axl as he would be furious.) But of course, when Axl goes onto other girls on break or not on break his girl shouldn’t care or complain. Axl’s present to you was a very fancy spoon that he stole from some old rich lady’s house, in return you gave him a red bandana. He was confused, but he tried it on, and he never took it off for the rest of the day, you brought him his iconic style. Slash gave you a ‘world’s best dad mug’ but scratched it out with a sharpie and said manager but written as ‘MAnGre’. Duff had given you a tea pot that he made in a pottery class he tried once when he was drunk out of his mind, but he said that his mind was on you when he was making it and put a lot of effort into it. It was slightly lobsided and concave in certain sections but the patterns and colours he used were very pretty. Steven gave you a cute keychain and said he’d share some of is coke with you later. Izzy, which was surprising, gave you a vinyl of one of your favourite albums from a more underground band from the 70’s. You had only mentioned the band a few times, but it wasn’t ever directed in conversations you had, or the little conversations you had.

It was soon New Year’s Eve, Izzy and Duff went out to get some booze for the party and just fuck around town a bit, Axl was out somewhere unknown. Getting laid, getting arrested, picking fights, getting arrested for picking fights, doing unknown drugs, getting arrested for being in possession of said drugs, getting laid again. You pick. You, Slash and Steven were the only ones in the house. The Golden Trio. You were looking through your outfits to find a good one to wear to the party. You planned to get some tonight, or maybe at the minimum get a new year’s kiss and a fling because being tied to these gorgeous men and not being able to be with any of them was taking a slight toll on you. “Slash get in here!” You shouted throughout the house from your shared room. “Hmm?” He quirked as he slid into the doorway. “Pick one.” You held up two dresses. A short red cocktail dress, and a long black slit dress, both of which had small dainty straps to hold it up on your shoulders and the hanger. “Shit, I’d love to see you in the red one.” He smirked, ‘see’ meaning ‘fuck’. “Yeah, yeah whatever. But it doesn’t match the jacket, and I don’t want anything down there to freeze off.” You spoke. “I’ll keep you warm.” He flirted. You rolled his eyes, he always put in a dirty joke when he could. “Stevie! Get in here I need a second opinion instead of this buffoon.” You called out to him. Soon he walked into the room and stood next to Slash. He looked at the options in one quick look. “Red one. Red one. Please.” He repeated. You gave him a look. “Fine, the black one.” He groaned a fake groan. “Thank you.” You replied. “NOOOOO!” Slash started to have a fake tantrum begging for you to change your mind. You put the dress back and hang the black one on the doorknob. “Wait you know actually…” You spoke to yourself and swapped the dresses places. The red one now hanging on the doorknob to the cupboard. “Slash can I use your leather jacket? You know the one that’s slightly brown and bleached. The one that should stink like shit but doesn’t.” You told him. He basically ran to get it and bowed in front of you with it. “Madam.” He spoke. “Okay, get out I need to change.” You told them.

You got to the living room with your outfit on and some light makeup, they both wolf whistled at the same time. They were like your personal hype men. “You know the party isn’t for a few hours though?” Steven said. “Yeah.” You spoke. “I thought I could go scout out someone to go with to the party.” You explained. “Speed dating!” Steven exclaimed. Slash whipped his head to face Steven. They started to have a telepathic conversation. You were quite confused, but they soon explained that they’ll come with you on this trip and select guys they know to have a little date with you at a bar. You didn’t object, this would be a fun experience. You didn’t necessarily trust their judgement, but you trusted them enough that they wouldn’t introduce you to a serial killer. You headed to one of the more upstaged bar in town and made your seating on one the stools while Slash and Steven sat in a booth nearby. Slash went out to the phone next to the bar and called up someone. This happened a few times as the people weren’t really your type, (They hadn’t showered in months), or you just didn’t feel a spark between you two, (One guy got his feet out and asked you to massage them.). You sat down with an exasperated sigh at Slash and Steven’s booth. They were trying to think of another guy to call up. “Okay, next one I don’t care who. I’ll settle with. I’ve had enough of this.” You said as you ran your hands through your hair in a way to prepare for the next man. “Come on look at your game girl. We have to get you the right man.” Slash said. “You haven’t been very good at it.” You rolled your eyes, “What about musicians? You really know how to make their heels spin.” Slash suggested. “Fine, but no bass players.” You warned. “What a shame, because Duff-…” Slash started but Steven nudged him in the stomach with his elbow. Slash began to cough up utters and uncertainties. “Because- uh,” he coughed, “He knows a lot of other sexy players, yeah, yeah.” He finished nervously. Steven facepalmed and laid his head on the table in defeat. “I wouldn’t mind having a date with Duff.” You said nonchalantly, as you took a sip of your second margarita. “YOU WHAT!?” They both howled in unison. “What, I’m just saying he’s fine.” You replied, “So, so fine.” You added. He was absolutely gorgeous, and him being a sweetheart and taller than a skyscraper added a lot more to the appeal. Thinking about Duff made you start thinking about Axl again. ‘Shit.’ You thought, you needed advice. “Changing the topic, I need help. There is this… one guy that I like. It’s a bit complicated.” You began. They were all ears. “So, we kissed, but then the next week he got a gf, but now they’re broken up and I don’t know what to do.” You explained. Slash was trying to think who it would be, but Steven got it immediately and his jaw was on the floor. “Nuh uh, nuh uh. Stay away from A-… That man.” Steven protested. “A… A…” Slash thought and repeated. Then the biggest gasp came out his body. “AXL!?” “SHHHHHHH” you put your hand on his mouth and shushed him. “When? What? WHY?” He started again after you parted your hand from his mouth. “I thought that broke your no dating rule?” Steven enquired. “That’s why I don’t know what to do!” You said. Slash put his hand on your shoulder and put on a serious face. Silence. “Do not. Go for. That ginger.” Slash said slowly. He was vouching for Duff but also being serious. Axl and dating didn’t always go good together. You guys talked more about it and ended on a, ‘Don’t speak to him unless spoken too.’ And ‘Try ignore him as much as possible, without making him lose his shit.’

You decided against continuing with Slash and Steven’s horrible suitors, even after Slash was begging you to try ‘this one guy’ he had in mind, you’d rather just get laid at the party than prebook someone at this point. It was about 9pm when you, Slash and Steven got there. It was a huge house that could probably fit the whole population of a micro country in it. Most of the people were guys from rock bands that are just forming and deputing. All the girls there were gorgeous but were getting their face eaten by some scum looking man. A song from Def Leppard’s ‘Pyromania’ album was playing as you walked in - you actually worked with them on it, but you were a manager in training -. Slash scattered, either looking for girls, booze or Duff. You and Steven began to slowly take in your surroundings. “Y/N? Is that you?” You heard a familiar voice, and all of a sudden you felt someone wrap their arms around you from behind and pick you up. You yelped in surprise and confusion. You looked back to see Richie. Richie Sambora, guitarist of Bon Jovi, and the familiar voice approached you from the front. The man of the hour, Jon Bon fucking Jovi. “Richie put her down!” Jon laughed. If your past-self wasn’t the one in full control you would have thrown yourself at him with no second thought. JON BON FUCKING JOVI. He put you down and smiled a greeting, and you did the same. Jon came to you and gave you a bear hug. “God, I missed you. How have you been?” He asked excitedly. “I’m doing okay.” You smiled and spoke as Richie leaned on your shoulder. “How are you and the rest doing? I haven’t had time to listen to your new record, I’m glad one of had the backbone to talk to management and get it out this early.” You spoke. “We’re doing great, the album’s really making us some money.” Jon replied. Steven whispered a soft “Who the fuck are these guys?” In your ear. You explained how you co-managed with some idiot on their first album back in 83’ and started going over silly stories about the tour. Steven and You soon started to talk about you going to manage Guns ‘n Roses, Richie said it was a ‘kickass name’. After a few topic changes, you began to wonder. “Hey, is David here tonight?” You asked as you tapped Jon the shoulder. “I knew you’d ask that.” He replied. “Who?” Steven enquired. “Oh? So, you haven’t told them about your past dating life?” He raised his eyebrow with a smug smile. You rolled your eyes. “Why didn’t you bring this up at our gossip sessions!?” Steven was flabbergasted. “Yeah, N/N why didn’t you?” Richie teased. “Just tell me where he is.” You crossed your arms. “Over there somewhere.” Jon chuckled as he pointed. “Just don’t get too close! He might pounce on you when he sees you wearing that!” Richie yelled and teased as you began walking away. You and David were dating whilst you managed for Bon Jovi, which broke your first cardinal rule with bands, but it wasn’t established back then. Your relationship was great but had to fall out as your co manager thought it unruly and kicked you out simply for being a girl in the industry. The guys were furious as you did all the work and he mostly just sat back, and chain smoked all day. In the crowd of people, you saw a tall figure with jagged long hair, and everyone around him was laughing as he made jokes. David Bryan.

Slash’s POV:

I had finally found Duff after making a few detours to get booze. He was in one of the corners by a useless arch in the middle of the room. “Hey dude.” I greeted to him and gave him a beer I bought with. “What we lookin’ at?” I asked. His eyes were focused on a particular point of the room. “That guy Y/N’s with.” Duff said, his eyes laser focused on the two. “Her and Stevie were talking to the guys over there. Well after one of them picked her up.” He said in a very serious tone as he pointed to where Steven was, talking to two other guys; one with dark long hair and bangs, and another; taller, lighter brown hair which was longer and puffier, and a crazy jawline. “Then she went to that guy after one of them pointed him out.” Duff was going all out detective on me. He was back to scanning and deciphering every little movement of her and this guy. He’s tall, about same height as Duff. But he seems funnier as she’s laughing and giggling at everything he’s saying. I took a swig of my drink looking around the party for some hot girls to pull, I was getting a bit tired of just looking at the two of them flirt with one another. I took a quick glance at Duff, and he was slowly and dramatically turning his head to face me. His mouth a gape. Once he did a full 90 degree he stopped. “Is that your jacket?” He spoke. “She asked for it!” I jumped to the defensive. Duff wouldn’t be mad at me but god, he could whoop my ass if I did something out of line. He could be a real mom sometimes.

“I need you to do a job for me.” I started to speak. “See that girl over there.” I pointed. He nodded in response. “Break the bitch’s heart. Somehow. I don’t care, just do it.” I finished and slipped him five dollars, and we began to make our way through the crowd.

Second Person POV:

You and David were catching up on what has been happening these past years. Reminiscing on the memories when you were an item. Your stomach started to hurt as you were laughing your ass off with him. “Where’d you get this jacket?” He asked and started to play the material on the shoulder and slowly worked his way to play with the ends of your hair. You didn’t mind the occasional flirt he slipped in with you. You did that same. After you two broke up you knew that you wouldn’t get back together and it was a thing of the present, but flirting and going further weren’t necessarily off the table. “I borrowed it from Slash. He’s probably somewhere over there. You craned your neck to search over the crowd of people. “What do you date superheroes now? What kind of name is that?” He joked. You rolled your eyes. “What kind of basic name is David?” You gave him a look. “Touché.” He said. “For your information we’re not dating. He’s the lead guitarist of a band I’m managing.” You explained. You looked into the pool of people again, “Oh, he’s coming over here right now.” You said with surprise. “He’s the one with similar hair to you, before your straightened it and whatever that thing on your head is.” You teased. “Hey! Be nice!” He fought back and chuckled. Slash soon made it to the two of you in a rush. “Hey! Hey! Can I have my jacket back?” He asked frantically. “Yeah sure. It’s getting hot in here anyway.” You smiled. Unzipping the jacket, taking it off and handing it to him. “Thanks.” He replied and went back into the crowd again in a quick movement. “Woah…” David said. His hand placed on your forearm and the other hovering over your waist, but further away into the air. He eyed you up and down with his blue eyes. “Shit, you’re still smoking… Even more if that’s possible. Damn.” He lavished in your being. You blushed, it burned your cheeks. You kept plating off jokes to try calm down the hellfire that was riding on your skin.

“I’m gonna go get more drinks, you want?” You asked. “Yes, thanks doll.” He side hugged you. “Be back soon.” He said, and began to start a conversation with the people he was previously talking to. You made your way to one of the walls were drinks were served, it was surprisingly not that crowded, most of the people just came there to get stuff and got to their corners. You poured the unknown mixture of booze in two red solo cups, and as you were about to depart from the alcohol station you were surprised the person you were suggested not to interact with. Axl. “Who was that guy you were talking to you?” He didn’t look aggravated or any kind or indication that he was. What was he planning? Why talk to you now? Now in such a casual way? You weren’t that close anymore. “Doesn’t really matter, does it?” You didn’t care if you were seen as bitter and petty, you wanted him to know that what he did still bothered you, even if he was too thick to know what it was. He got annoyed at that response, but not at you, at David, and started to cuss him out. With disses like, ‘Oh what the fuck is that haircut.’ Or going off about his height. You just rolled your eyes and took sips of your drink not really listening to his rambling. But the last parts caught your attention, saying how ‘he knows a guy’ that is better than David and is more meant for you and how ‘look at you game girl’ because you deserved someone better instead of ‘Flirting with some rando at a party.’ You decided to respond to his drunken nonsense. “Oh? And who would that be?” You couldn’t believe a word out of his face. This wasn’t the Axl you knew, trying to set you up with someone else, you were going to call it and guess he was talking about himself. “Let me get him. Hold on babe.” He said, and he stepped back slightly to look for this mystery man. Now you were intrigued. Will his taste be better than Slash and Stevens? Maybe this was some plot to make it seem better that he hurt you. Maybe he knew that other people in his life have feelings too. Finally, he might have realised that. But he quickly returned with another man next to him; a taller man, same height as Duff and David, long blonde hair. Absolutely charismatic by just his looks. “This is-…” “Seb!?” You cut Axl off. You handed your drinks to Axl and he confusedly took them and you jumped into the tall man’s arms for a hug. “Shit it actually is you!” He responded excitedly. Sebastian Bach, another one of your former partners. Not Bach like the composer from the 1700s. But like the guy that played Gil in Gilmore Girls. His large hands placed on both your forearms as he looked you up and down, only having a vague impression on what he was thinking. “That’s fucking radical man! Thanks Ax!” Sebastian said as he hit Axl on the forearm, but Axl being dazed and confused and Sebastian being slightly drunk and not knowing his own strength, threw the drinks slightly out of his hand and it spilled a bit. “Uh… you’re welcome.” Axl responded. “Ax how did you and Baz meet? I didn’t know you were literally friends with everyone” You directed to last part to Seb. You were too tipsy and too excited to show off and frustration towards Axl, and it was making your blood pump now that Axl is a similar situation like you were with Erin. “Here’s your money back dude.” Sebastian gave him five dollars but he hesitantly took it as he was still shocked and confused. You looked at both of them back and forth, puzzled, but before you could ask questions David appeared from the wall of people. “Hey! I was wondering what was taking you so long.” He said with a smile as he approached. Then he proceeded to do a fake dramatized scene saying things along the lines ‘You left me to take to other guys’ but he was just joking around and he chuckled softly.

You, David and Sebastian were having a good time, tossing jokes and stories left right and centre. Axl had left, with a generic excuse, or he didn’t? You couldn’t remember, you didn’t really care. Before he left it was quite funny to see him surrounded by your two over 6-foot ex boyfriends towering over him as they casually talked and he just stood there. Finally, he wasn’t the big and intimidating one in the picture. “Oh, my fucking god...” You heard a loud huff from someone. It was Steven. “Your- your. Friend Jon oggly boogly, whatever the fuck his name is- He’s so jacked at beer pong. You need to see this.” He said as he panted excitedly. You all followed Steven to a pool table surrounded by people, there were red cups lined up on the table in strange patterns, and all the pool balls were lined up on one of the sides. Jon was the only one of that side, holding a pool stick in hand, getting ready to hit the ball closest to him. He hit it and it landed in one of the cups, people cheered, then he did a chain of hitting a ball, then hitting another and another, all in a line, and they all landed in respective cups. People cheered and applauded. David was one of the loudest ones, and went over to congratulate him. You and Sebastian did too, but David and Baz were much louder and energetic, even though Sebastian had never met him. That’s just the kind of guy he was; all in for the action. Sebastian soon joined you, as you were spectating the scene. David and Jon were off bonding and David really tried to beat Jon at his epic party trick. You and Baz talked about this band he’s in and that he’s wrote a few songs about you, well it was already written, but it was fine-tuned, and then that sparked new songs to be written.

Meanwhile, Steven was on his way to relay some information he had found out to his buddy Slash.

“Slash! Slash! Slash!” Steven yelled and panted as he got to Slash. Duff was next to him chatting but they both stop talking and looked at Steven. Steven the whispered things in Slash’s ear, but that didn’t help as Slash repeated what he said in a yell. “She’s fucked them before!?” He yelled but Steven covered his mouth and looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. “Who now?” Duff asked. “Those two guys over there, were in another band she worked with.” Steven explained in a calm voice to Slash. “And. Don’t go crazy. Those two. Are her ex boyfriends.” Steven said and there was a pause as he took his hand away from Slash’s mouth. Silence. Slash’s mouth was a gape. “And she didn’t tell us!?” He yelled. Steven rolled his eyes at Slash screaming. “That’s what I’m saying!” Steven joined in but not as loud as Slash. “What the hell are you guys on about?” Duff asked. Slash and Steven looked at each other with grimaces. “It doesn’t matter.” They said in unison. They didn’t want Duff to worry about his ‘little’ crush. “Slash have you told Duff what Y/n said today?” Steven asked, just remembering what she said about him. “OH SHIT NO!” he yelled excitedly and turned to Duff to debrief the situation.

While that was being discussed you and Sebastian were getting slightly bored on the other side of the room watching other people getting hammered.

He suggested to go explore this mansion this party was being held in and you easily agreed. You wandered around each hallway and floor. You had hold Seb back physically when you two came into the garage and he saw all the fancy cars standing there. He did somehow manage to get keys to one of the cars and began to drive it in the humongous garage. He did however instantly stop as he nearly drove into the garage door. You two searched through the rest of the floors and rooms. They were all virtually deserted as most people were outside on one the main floor. You then came across an at home movie theatre and put on some nonsensical movie and just shouted at the screen. Seb also ran through the aisles and played hide and seek with you, sometime parkouring his way over the seats. But he was too tall, and his long blonde hair was easy catch on the eye in the dark. “Oh shit, hide!” You heard him whisper shout. You had just caught him jumping from one aisle to another, but he grabbed your arm and took you with him to the ground. Someone had opened the door the theatre. You stayed in silence for a bit on the floor, looking at each other, but the more you looked into each other’s eyes the more you just wanted to laugh. The Movie had been switched off and you heard footsteps coming closer. It then stopped. And then got quieter, heading to the door and the out of the room. There was a pause as you looked into each other’s eyes. Your faces so close together. His breath on yours. Your faces drawing closer. Both of you started to burst out laughing.

After crying and laughing on the floor you got up and began exploring more. This time it was you having to hide, and Sebastian had to find you. It was nearly midnight at this point, and you were close enough to the main aide of the party to hear that they were playing Van Halen. You were hiding in one of the rooms in the corridor that lead to the main party area. Seb was peaking in the room next to where you were. You sneakily opened to door, you looked to where he was. Most of his body past the door and his head not visible as he was peering into the room next to yours. You tiptoed away from the room you were in and then began to run down the hallway. But Seb was quick to be on your tail. You both laughed as you were running. You were soon met with the end of the hallway, it did turn to the right and followed down, but you didn’t calculate that and so now you were against the wall just look at Seb run towards you. It did make you laugh harder as he was so close to you but then tripped over his own feet. His hand landed on either side of you on the wall as he tried to catch himself. The laughter stopped and he looked up at you after having a small pause to look down at the position he was in. Looking into each other’s eyes again. The world around you started to fade away. Getting butterflies again. This was just like how it was whne you dated before, and he was even more gorgeous. His hazel eyes starring into yours, his taller figure moving closer to your smaller one. Your faces getting closer. Lips tingling. Warm breaths mingling. He looked at your lips then back into your eyes, asking for permission. You nodded and his lips drew closer to yours. Painstakingly slow. You softly closed your eyes, waiting for the familiar feel of his kiss. Bout it was quickly stopped as both of you shot your heads to the side at the sound of one of the doors opening revealing a random man. He looked at you two and you looked back. He was only in his underwear and a tie around his neck and had a gullible look on his face. He took the tie off his neck and put it on the doorknob, and quietly but quickly going back into the room and closing the door. You both you looked back at each other in slow motion and then broke down in the laughter for the hundredth time today. You didn’t finish what you two started but went down the other corridor towards the party.

On the other side of the party Slash, Steven and Duff were in deep conversation. “And then! And then! Get this.” Slash spoke. “She said, ‘I’m just saying he’s fine’! and then said, ‘so, so fine.’! YOU HAVE CHANCE MY BROTHER.” He continued. “Are you sure? Like sure, sure?” Duff asked. “Yes man. I was there too!” Steven piped in. “Look she’s over there. If you’re close enough now you can get a new year’s kiss.” Slash said to Duff with a scheming expression on his face. “Yeah, but look, that guy is talking to her.” Duff pointed out. You and Sebastian were standing on the other side of the room, closet to the doors that lead to a big balcony where you basically see the rest of L.A. “Well, if you don’t do it. Then I’ll take that opportunity.” Slash said, eyeing you from a far. Duff gave him a death stare. That comment sent Duff to go make his move.

It was now a few seconds to midnight, people have started to count down. The song over the speakers was now ‘Why Can’t This Be Love’ by Van Halen. You and Sebastian were slowly swaying together to the song, looking at each other and looking out to the balcony where the lights of the city were scattered like stars. The countdown was now at 10 seconds. ‘10’ the crowd of people said in unison. Seb put his hand on your hip and pulled you closer him. ‘9’. Duff and the two others make their way through the crowd of people. ‘8’. You put your arms around Sebastian’s neck. ‘7’. Slash stopped to get a drink. ‘6’. Sebastian whispered a corny joke in your ear. ‘5’. You laughed and he held you closer. ‘4’. He whispered in your ear. ‘3’ what he said made your face burn hot. ‘2’ A random woman snatched Duff from the crowd and started to make out with him. ‘1’ Sebastian pulled you closer and kissed you. You quickly kissed him back. Your lips slowly crashing together and both of you trying to desperately get closer to each other. The fireworks in going off in the background made the spark between the two of you burn hotter. After finally letting go of each other, looking over to the sparks of colourful lights explode in the sky outside of the balcony. You two went closer to the doors to get a wider look at the landscape of L.A exploding with fireworks. Him holding you close by his one hand on your hip, whispering another innuendo in your ear, you agreed flirtatiously. As you were about to rush off to one of the bedrooms you were called by a familiar voice that resided from the balcony. Axl. ‘For fuck sake again?’ You thought. You weren’t going to let him ruin another hook up again. You excused yourself to Sebastian and he gladly waited for you. You walked to the balcony where Axl stood by the railing, as you were close enough, he began to speak. “Hey listen-…” He started but you cut him off. “No you listen here. I don’t know what sad fucking game you’re playing at, but leave me out of it.” You said to him sternly. There was a pause, he was shocked at the response and then began to retaliate. “I’m only tryna be a good friend and look out for you! No need to be a bitch!” He yelled back. You wanted to slap him off the railing so bad. “What friend? We haven’t been friends ever since you thought it was a good idea to leave me out to dry like I’m some sort of prostitute to you?” you said without skipping a beat. “Is this about Erin?” He asked with distain. “No, it’s not about fucking Erin. It’s about you. You dating her and not even a week after we kissed. Did that even matter to you? Do you even remember it? Or is your brain still attached to your dick like always.” You responded, all these emotions were about to make you cry. But you held back. You wanted him to be the one that cries. “Yeah but-…” He tried to retaliate but you shut his responses down quickly until he was a bumbling fool. “Just. Just shut up. I’m not going to let you ruin another night for me.” You said. You walked away from him mumbling the words ‘Fucking narcissist’, under your breathe as you left him standing on the balcony.

You got to Sebastian, and he took your hand leading to who knows which bedroom. Duff on the other hand had finally got that chick off him, and tried looking for you but when he caught a glimpse of you. Slash covered his eyes. He tried fighting Slash off but Slash didn’t want Duff to see you being lead off with some other guy to do you know what.

Richie Sambora(left), Jon Bon Jovi(right) From Bon Jovi

David Bryan From Bon jovi

Sebastian Bach from Skid Row

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