#jilly answers

[faejilly]

it can be a fic or meta, but if you're feeling inclined i would love to know more about your opinions for how alec's family gifts in your headcanon would present with even more eldritch elements to it?

oh, I have so many feelings, thank you lovely. Pls enjoy my version of bb!Alec (who is still much too old for his age because he's Alec)

Alec hasn’t even been Marked, still technically a fledgling rather than a Shadowhunter, when he learns that most nephilim can’t hear their weapons sing.

There’s a man come to see his parents, an important man, a dangerous man. But not just in the way nephilim are supposed to be dangerous, though the rhythm of his steps make it clear he can fight as well as any other Shadowhunter Alec knows. There’s something else though, something beyond his skill, something that’s not explained away by the way everyone in the Institute all bow their heads to his titles, Consul and Warrior and Sir.

Alec can hear him, something humming under the man's skin almost like a seraph blade dreaming in its hilt but off-key, a discordant whine that makes Alec want to cover his ears but he knows that wouldn't help; the noise isn’t really a noise, he can feel it in his blood, between his bones, not in his ears at all.

He doesn’t know what it is, doesn’t know what he should say, or to who, but he can’t let it go, it pushes in the back of his throat and it has to be let out.

He thinks if he tries to speak and it doesn’t work, the pushing will get worse, will hurt, will perhaps not let him stop, not ever again.

If that’s true, (it is true, he doesn’t know why or how, but it is, he knows, knowledge deeper even than the laws and runes he’s memorized from the Grey Book, the ones that make the power under his skin flicker and flare, waiting for the first Mark to settle it), he can’t do what his father would prefer, and tell his parents in private. He can't risk them choosing not to listen.

If he can’t be discreet, he has to go far enough the other way that he’s inevitable.

Luckily, the hum from the man is just enough that his seraph blade doesn’t like it either, hissing to itself in the hilt when it ought to be asleep, and Alec knows he can tell them about that. He’s worked with the Weapons Master, with his father, his favorite chore is tending to the adamas in the Institute's care.

So he waits outside the armory, plants himself in the middle of the hall when the man and his parents approach, makes sure the door to the armory is cracked so Master Amira will hear him too, might even come out and back Alec up, if he’s lucky.

He waits, and he doesn’t step back against the wall, and his mother is lifting a brow and his father’s mouth is too tight, neither of them impressed that he’s just there in the way like a mundane too stupid to move.

Before either of them can do anything, Alec falls forward, prostrating himself before the man, arms spread and forehead pressed to the tile, because there’s no way to say what he’s going to say without it being an insult, and this is the only way he’ll get the whole thing out before he’s in too much trouble to be allowed to continue.

The man’s footsteps don’t slow, and Alec realizes he’s going to just walk right past him, and he’s offended enough his chest burns, and he almost can’t feel the pressure in his throat anymore.

How dare he ignore a sign of supplication like that? He’s got worse manners than Izzy and no excuse for them at all.

“Consul.” He hears his mother’s voice, low but steady, and the footsteps stop.

She’s as offended as he is, Alec can tell, he can taste it in her voice, but no one else can ever taste her moods like he can, so he’s sure no one else knows. Yet.

But he does, and it’s enough. If she knew what he knew, she’d speak, and they’d listen, they’d have to.

So he’ll have to do as well as she would.

“Begging your forgiveness, sir.” Alec projects his voice as well as he can, for all he’s talking to the floor. He can’t raise his head, not even an inch.

The Consul doesn’t say anything, but neither does he move.

“Why do you not care for your blade, sir?”

There’s a shocked silence, and Alec can hear the weapons in the armory startle awake as his father reaches, and he can feel Master Amira’s axe-blades as she joins them in the hallway.

“What seems to be the trouble, sirs?” Master Amira’s voice is smooth and clean and Alec reminds himself to breathe.

“The Lightwoods are about to lose their heir,” the Consul answers, his voice tight and the hum beneath his skin twisting down a half a pitch, sharp and unpleasant, “unless they explain his behavior very quickly, and very well.”

“I do not think so.” His mother’s voice rises, as pure a tone as any Alec has ever heard from adamas and he realizes he has lifted his head to look at her, that everyone is looking at her, the pair of clerks who follow the Consul everywhere, someone in every doorway down the hall, a silhouette behind Master Amira he can’t quite identify; even in the glimpse he can get of the corner of Ops behind his parents, everyone has turned toward the sound of her voice. “You should answer him, Consul.”

The Consul’s eyes widen, and his shoulders go back, and that feeling of danger rises, rises, and then it’s cut off, a sharp clean silence as Alec’s father takes one, single, step, letting the heel of his boot hit the tile just so. “My son is a Lightwood.”

“Recognized and sworn before an Iron Sister, sir.” Amira adds, and Alec blinks, aware now of what the odd visit last year had meant, the woman in white who had laughed as if she wasn’t dressed for mourning, who had shown him her throwing daggers and grinned when he’d hit the target with them, and given him two pure slivers of adamas to keep, one for each boot.

The Consul has gone still, and his expression is unimpressed, but the hum changes pitch again, and his clerks look nervous, eyes moving too quickly for all they’ve kept their bodies still.

“Sir.” Robert speaks into the silence, and his voice is like nothing Alec has heard from him before. He’s still quiet, still deferential and polite in tone, but it’s sharp somehow, the glint of a knife as it is slowly pulled from a sheath, the light of a seraph blade the instant before it materializes. He’s not really asking a question. “Your answer.”

“My blade has been cared for by four generations of the Dieudonné line, his question is an insult to my bloodline that has earned no answer beyond contempt.”

“Then why is it crying?” Alec doesn’t lower his head this time, for all his neck aches from the angle required to look up at the adults surrounding him. “It is awake, sir, and in pain, and you are not soothing it.”

Master Amira makes an odd choked-off noise he’s never heard before, but the rest of the hall is silent, and the silence grows, deeper and thicker, until Alec realizes he’s looking at his mother again, that they’re all looking at his mother again.

“His words are True.” Maryse’s voice is a hiss, barely louder than the blade, yet it carries. Her voice fills the hallway, perhaps through to Ops as well, perhaps beyond; it feels to Alec like the whole Institute can hear it, this one soft note of revelation whispering between them all. Her voice still rings like a bell against something inside him, something he has no name for but recognizes as the weight behind that pressure in his throat, the balance in his blood that hears better than his ears. “You will answer, or you will be foresworn.”

“You cannot-” one of the clerks attempts to speak, but Master Amira snorts and they give up.

“My parents were very traditional.” His mother’s voice sounds normal now, calm and conversational. But it still tastes like copper to Alec, like blood, and the tension in the hallway doesn’t ease. He eases himself back and up until he’s kneeling. Until he’s ready. “When my brother was forsaken, they dedicated me to the Mortal Sword as the new Trueblood heir.” Maryse smiles, and Alec can feel everyone except his father move back, trying to get away from it. “I absolutely can.”

The Consul looks contrite, bows his head in apology, enough that Alec can feel the other adults relax, just a little.

But the hum beneath Dieudonné’s skin has turned into a scream, his seraph blade wails in grief and fury, and Alec is moving before he realizes it, one hand in each boot, a flick of each wrist, and two slivers of adamas go through the Consul’s throat before he can speak.

Shock holds them all still, the scream rises into a shriek, twists and throbs and fades, at last, though Alec can’t hold in the shudder while it lingers. The Consul’s eyes are still open, but darker than they were, than they should be, and blood is dripping from them as well as his throat, and his ears, and his nose.

He stays standing for too long, still and stiff, and then a drop of blood hits the floor, one, then another, and finally he sways, and falls. His mouth opens as he hits the ground, and a dark cloud rises from it, smelling of sulfur and steel and something green that Alec will recognize five years later the first time he handles angelbane.

The former Consul jerks, his joints moving wrong in his death-throws, something too sharp to each convulsion, something other.

“Fuck,” someone Alec doesn’t know breaks the silence two long heartbeats after the body stops moving. It’s only then that he sees the rune that has now appeared, a Circle just like Hodge’s, broken by twin spears of adamas piercing through it, one on each side.

No one moves for yet another heartbeat, and Alec can’t look away from the man on the ground, the man who clearly wasn’t just a nephilim, not anymore, not like the rest of them. The man he’d killed. He’d killed the Consul of the Clave, in front of witnesses, in the middle of the Institute, before his parents…

He can feel a shared look over his head more than he can see it, and then his mother’s hand is on his shoulder and his father is calling out orders and she’s leading him away and his footsteps are running to Ops and an alert alarm is sounding, one Alec can’t hear properly through the blood rushing through his ears, and he’s relieved when his mother takes them both to his room, and tucks him into bed, and shields his door with her personal rune as well as every warding rune he’s ever seen. He smiles at her in thanks, and lets himself go.

She’s there again when he wakes, and at first he can’t remember anything. He starts to move, and feels the tug of an IV, the rattle of the stand next to his bed shifting with his movement. He blinks, and his mother sighs. It sounds like relief, and he blinks again even as she moves close, reaches out and brushes his hair off his forehead.

“It’s been a long time since an heir manifested two blood gifts at once, especially before receiving his first Mark.”

Alec had opened his mouth to… he wasn’t sure, probably apologize for being lazy after committing murder and then not even cleaning the ensuing mess up himself, but that stops him. He shuts his mouth, swallows, blinks for a third time, trying to get his thoughts to line up into something more coherent than what?

“Is that what I did?”

His mother smiles, and it’s as far as possible from her expression in the hallway, warm and soothing and grateful. “That’s what you did.”

“Oh.”

He lets that sink in, lets the implications and conclusions and possibilities trickle their way through his thoughts. “Does that mean I’m not gonna be buried at a crossroads for killing the Consul?”

His mother winces, leans forward until her forehead rests against his, and he feels dizzy and lightheaded with something almost like joy as he recognizes what she’s doing as comforting, for both of them. “Oh baby, no.”

He closes his eyes and lets himself feel the weight of his mother being his mother before anything and everything else, and doesn’t even fight it when he feels his eyes getting wet and his skin flushing with relief and confusion and love and who knows what else.

“You will never be in trouble for what you did to Malachi.” That chime was back in his mother’s voice as she whispered against his skin, and it soothed him in a way nothing else could, resonating against his worries until they faded. “You saved the entire Clave from whatever he would have done in the Circle’s name, whatever he could have done to our Institute with the Curse Valentine had put in him when he was discovered. The Inquisitor is going through the entire Council, soul by soul, to make sure she finds them all, and it’s only because of you that she has the power to do it.”

Oh.

Eventually she lifts her head, and her eyes are damp too, he can see it when she blinks. “But you will have to go to the City of Bones and meet a Silent Brother and the Soul-Sword.” Her smile quirks, and he realizes there’s pride there in her expression, on top of a complex mix of emotions that don’t make any more sense than his own. “Though that might be less scary for you than it was for me at your age, if you can hear the Soul-Sword as well as you hear seraph blades.”

“I can hear all the weapons in the armory.” Alec corrects before he can think about it. “You can’t?”

His mother laughs, short and damp and beautiful. “Even your father can’t, and he’s the only Lightwood left who can call his weapons to him. You’ve got a stronger Blood-Gift than he does.”

“I do?”

His mother nods. “Your father asked me to tell you he’s sorry he didn’t tell you so earlier. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, either.”

What.

This entire conversation is so far outside of anything he’s ever felt before, and his bones feel too light-weight under his skin and he doesn’t understand. “Why?”

“Did you consider telling me or your father about what you heard from Malachi’s blade?”

Alec frowns, and his mother lifts a hand, palm facing him, stopping him before he can protest the change of topic. “I promise I’m answering your question, please.”

His parents apologized, and his mother said please to him, like she meant it.

He shook his head from side-to-side. “I knew you’d want me to, but.” He stops. He doesn’t know how to explain that feeling, that pressure that he still suspected would have broken him if he’d tried to speak the truth and been told to keep quiet. His mother’s fingers brush against the line of his throat, and his eyes widen as he stares up at her, as he sees a tear overflow and slowly slide down her cheek as she nods, just a little, and he realizes she knows exactly what he’s not saying.

“We taught you we couldn’t be trusted, so you had to act alone.” There’s that chime again, and another tear falling. “But that’s all going to change now.”

It’s a promise, he knows, he can feel it. “What is that?”

“That is the Trueblood gift. My father could make any vow magically binding just by witnessing it, and his father could tell when someone stated something untrue, even if they believed it themselves.” Her mouth quirked. “He called it tasting lies.”

“Can you do that?”

“No.” She closes her eyes, too slowly to be just a blink, and this time when she sighs he can feel the weight behind it. “I can hear Truth sometimes, ride it, verify it, make sure everyone else believes it.”

She opens her eyes, and there’s guilt now, and grief, dark and deep and endless. “Valentine recruited your father and I personally, and I believed everything he told me about what he was doing, and why, and because I believed him, because there was a Trueblood supporting him, a lot of people who wouldn’t otherwise have let him be… let him get away with, well. Everything.”

Alec goes still. He can tell she’s telling the Truth still, and he doesn’t want to know that, doesn’t want to feel it, but he can, he does, and he’s never ever going to be able to forget what this feels like, this truth that turned his whole life into a lie that he’d never known he was telling.

He swallows down the nausea, the outrage, and waits.

“But when your father told me what he learned about what Valentine was really like, I couldn’t believe the lies any more. We turned ourselves into the Clave, and they only let us back because I rode the Truth when I vowed that we would be loyal to the Council, when I vowed on my bloodline, back to my parents and.” Her voice drops, lower and softer. “And down to my son, who is a Trueblood too.”

“And then you lied to me about it.”

“The Council forbid anyone from talking about the Circle.”

He gives her the look that line deserves.

She’s almost trembling, her hands held too tightly by her sides. “We didn’t want you to have to bear the weight of our mistakes.”

“But I do.” He looks at her, really looks at her, in the same way he looks at the weapons in the armory, and the hilts strapped to the side of visiting nephilim, and the way he’d listened to Malachi and heard Valentine’s Curse in his blood.

Alec can almost see the pattern of the fragile scaffolding of his mother’s emotions, suppressed down under her skin, forced to only exist between the fine lines of her plans, of her will and desire and ambition and pain, all constraining her gift into something so much smaller than it could have been. The foundation of that scaffolding seems shaken, it feels fragile. But it hasn’t moved, hasn’t fallen. She regrets how he feels, sincerely means to change, but she hasn’t, not yet. It’s all still there.

“Every single one of them has been put on my shoulders, and because you hid them from me I thought all that weight was mine, was me, that I deserved every harsh word and mistrustful look, and every single one of them was about you.”

Maryse rears back, but they both hear the Truth in his voice, the sound that resonates between his bones, that builds and forces its way out, that refuses to be silenced. That he is never ever going to try and silence. “You can go.”

She opens her mouth. He lifts his chin, and she concedes. “Amira will take my place with you until the next medic visit.”

He almost frowns, wondering what she means. “You burned through almost all your angelic energy.” She tilts her chin and he glances sideways at the IV bag, half full of something that isn’t just saline, judging by the color of the label. “And you’ve been asleep for almost three days.”

Three? he mouths, more to himself than her, but she sees it, understands it, nods.

There are circles under her eyes, and he can hear the exhaustion she'd been trying to hide when she speaks again. “Let us try and take care of you this time.”

He nods, accepting her peace offering for what it is, and she leaves.

He settles, waits until the door opens again to let Master Amira in.

Only then does he close his eyes, knowing he’s safe, knowing she’s there for him. He knows he’ll forgive his parents when they come back, knows that if they try at all he’ll let them be his parents again. But he’s not sure if they’ll ever earn back his trust.

But he can trust Master Amira, and he’ll make sure to tell Izzy the truth, make sure she knows exactly which consequences are hers, and which are not. He’ll do the same for Max once he’s old enough to talk, and they’ll never have to bear the weight of their parents’ mistakes the way he did, never be expected to fix everything the Clave and Circle broke just because they were offered the mercy of living.

He smiles to himself, pleased with that decision. He can hear Master Amira settling down into the chair next to his desk as he lets himself relax, can hear the soft sweet chime of his adamas slivers being returned, can feel the familiar low rhythm of her axes. He’s always thought they seem like contented cats, purring as they rest against their chosen partner, but today it’s like they’re purring for him, too, soothing him back to sleep.

#alexanderlightweight #jilly writes #shadowhunters #alec lightwood #maryse lightwood #robert lightwood #malachi dieudonné #valentine morgenstern plotting even in absentia! #jilly answers #tangential tuesday #eldritch angels #make very weird nephilim #just saying #not on ao3

[gothiccharmschool]

Important question for you, Aunt Jilli— do you prefer “aunt” to sound the same as “ant” or to have a short “o” sound?

I don't really have a preference. Most people use a short "o" sound, so that's what I'm used to.

#Auntie Jilli answers things

[numbaoneflaya]

MEIN GOTT....ITS A JILLY ASK GAME MOMENT RN OHHHHHH NAJGDA COULD I GET 2, 9, 10, 14, AND 29 FOR JILLY PLEASEE PLEASE PLEASEEEE!!!!!!!! GAAH.... THANK U 🤸🤸

MEIN GOTT INDEED JILLY MOMENT INCOMING

2: Do they have any scars?

-Plenty! Some from just the general rough housing she does, like from falling out of trees or down hills or off furniture or roofs or accidentally stabbing herself w a fork and just stupid stuff. Then theres those courtesy of vincey which are on her face and shoulders (more subtle) and some on her back, as well as inner thighs. They do a lot of knife play and some times it goes a lil past the scarring territory, oopsy. The first one she got was across the palm of her hand and almost ripped right through it, from where he slashed her through the gunsafe initially and that was the one that turned her! 

(edit to add the ones on her feet i forgot about :// first weeks outta the bunker were difficult to walk much)

9: Can they cook?

-She can try :/ I mean if she puts all her effort into it she can probably manage spaghetti fairly well or other simple dishes without much assistance, she just needs to stay focused and not get distracted or get bored or else shell start fuckin around with stuff and trying to juggle forks

14: Do they get sick on amusement park rides?

-Thank god no, because she adores amusement park rides and can stomach even the most sickening twisty turny upside down ones without any nausea. Shes a lot of fun at those places but also will be badgering everyone to go on them with her and will bust out the puppy eyes if you dont wanna go on barfatron 3000 with her in the front seats

29: Do they have a collection of anything?

-She likes snowglobes and cool looking rocks! Its kind of hard for her NOT to collect things so she has to constantly be fighting herself not to just grab everything that catches her eye. She also keeps ticket stubs and postcards and is pretty sentimental about things

#ten answered! #GSDFGSD THANK U BELOVED.... THIS FERRET IS ROTATING IN MY BRAIN AT ALL HOURS #jilly #editing this post after the flash of vincent going 'you got cute feet.... be a shame if anything were to happen to them' blurred thru my vi #id hoped id forgotten he did that

[katelynnwrites]

WHAT, what about Victoria? And Jill? And Jackie? You're mean 🤨

but onaaa

#besides jillie won't be playing in the olympics even if they do go through anyway 🫠 #asks #and answered

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

4, 28 Jilly

4. what's your character's favorite recreational activity? Watching the nature around her.

28. is your OC a dog or cat person? Dog person!

#answered #emma 🥝 #oc: jilly scott

[pelova4president]

Lovey Dovey

Jill Roord x Doctor!Reader

summary~ Jill just had her ACL surgery and is still high on the anesthesia.

Jill wasn’t a fan of surgery’s, how could anyone be. She was nervous about this whole procedure. Tearing her ACL in her prime had done a number on her, not only physically but mentally too. But the surgery had to be done and she knew that.

You’ve been dating Jill for about a year now. You met through your mutual friend, Vivianne Miedema. The first few months were long distance, with you working in England and Jill in Germany. You hadn’t really seen eachother throughout the World Cup but kept in touch, texting her good morning and goodnight and recording voice notes. And sometimes you took in into yourself to make her a vlog about your day, she liked those most.

Driving was Jill’s thing, she enjoyed it and you loved that she loved it. You had certain tasks without really agreeing on them, they had just become your unassigned jobs in your relationship. Your girlfriend was a little sceptical, letting you drive in her still quite new car.

Jill had hidden the keys to her car and you were not having it. “Jill tell me where the fucking keys are.” you sighed, having searched for it everywhere by now. She simply shook her head with a childlike frown.

You simply had no other choice than to threaten her. “Jill you better tell me where they are or i won’t kiss you until you can play full football games again.”, now that got her attention. “That’s just mean, you can’t do that to me baby” the woman groaned sinking even further into the couch.

“Watch me.” you said, arms folded under eachother. “Fine, under the blue vase in the kitchen.” she finally admitted. You leaned forward to place a kiss on her forehead to thank her.

Finding the keys you sigh, “Let’s go baby.”.

The drive to the hospital was rather chaotic, well it was for you. You had to watch the road in front of you and listen to your stubborn girlfriend telling you how to drive and how she thought this was just a horrible idea, she should’ve never ‘given’ you the keys.

It was a wonder Jill was still alive after that trip, she could’ve sworn she had atleast two heart attacks and went into multiple cardiac arrests. But luckily for her a docter was driving, well lucky to some extent.

You wheeled her into the big building, you knew her anxiety was spiking but you’ve talked her through the procedure multiple times. “Jilly, you’re gonna be okay. I’ll be with you, when you go to sleep and i’ll be there when you wake up.” you said, squeezing her shoulder to reassure her.

The Dutch Lioness had to change and got ready for her surgery. With a peck to the lips she let go. “I love you” she told you. “Love you too, you’re very brave Jilly.” you kissed before she fell into a deep slumber.

Waking up from the surgery you expected her to be a bit dazed out but she was more than that.

Stroking patterns on her arms you soothed her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, a groggy groan caught your attention. “Hey, you’re with us again. I bet you’ve had some pretty weird dreams hmm?” you said getting her to look at you.

“Why’s the light so lightly?” her raspy voice sounded. Laughing at her sleepy state you answered, “Hospital lights are supposed to be like that baby.”

Jill was taken aback by that. “Why are you calling me baby? I’ve already got a liefje.” Jill frowned. You had to hold your laugh in at that.

“Jill look at me, i’m your liefje.” she finally fully opened her eyes and took a good look at you. Satisfied she hummed, “I’ve done really good. You’re very pretty and nice and pretty.” your girlfriend slurred, dragging the ‘really’ out. “Can you do a spin for me liefje? Pretty please.” she asked you sweetly.

Standing up you did a ballerina like twirl. “Good enough for you baby?” you asked her, hand on your hip. She approved your twirl and demanded a kiss. “I want a kiss now.” you walked towards her to give in but apparently you didn’t move fast enough and she started getting out of the hospital bed.

“Jill! Stay there, you’re not supposed to be on your feet already!” you yelled a bit annoyed. She probably couldn’t stand on her leg yet and definitely not now that she was still so dazy.

Quickly she let loose of the bed railing and laid back again. “Okay okay, but i need a kiss to make it better!” she was gonna be the death of you.

You got into bed with her and almost immediately she wrapped herself around you, kissing every bit of your face. “I” kiss “love” kiss “you” kiss “so so so so” kiss “much” she snuggled into you. “Jilly, i love you too” you giggled into the crook of her neck.

The two of you got to go home after a few hours but Jill was still a bit out of it. You tried to get her to sit in the passenger seat but she wouldn’t let go of you. “Jilly, you need to let go, i can’t drive us home like this.” you told her.

And even in het dazed state she caught on to the fact you were driving her car. “You don’t need to drive us home schatje. Uber and i’ll drive it home another day.” she negotiated with you.

“Oh shut up. You’re not gonna die, you baby.” you rolled your eyes at her. Jill placed her hand over her heart and acted like she just got stabbed in it. “Big baby.” you laughed.

Arriving home she still wouldn’t let you go. You had to carry her out of the car and placed her on the couch. “I’m gonna die if you won’t stay with me. You’re a doctor, don’t let me die, you signed to safe all the life’s you possibly can!” she yelled when you got up to make the two of you some tea.

“Stop saying that! You’re not gonna die.” you yelled from the kitchen. “You don’t know that until you find me dead on the couch in a few seconds.” you heard her mumble when you walked into the living room with two cups of hot tea in hand.

It was a hard day for her and you knew that so you kept her close. If you were all she needed you would be there. And after what must’ve been a tiring day for her she fell asleep next to you, holding your hand as tight as she could in her sleep.

y/n_y/l/n posted on their story

A/N i just realised that the anon might’ve meant that Jill and R met at the hospital but well.. too late now sorry

#jill roord x reader #jill roord #nedwnt #oranjeleeuwinnen #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso community #engwnt #man city women #leah williamson #arsenal wfc

[wileys-russo]

the striker and her wingman II a.russo x reader

nervous lovestruck lessi >>

the striker and her wingman II a.russo x reader

ella sighed deeply, tapping her foot impatiently as she folded her arms over her chest and shook her head, checking the time on her phone confirming that once again her best friend was late.

finally she saw the strikers white mercedes pull up outside the coffee shop, watching in amusement as the older girl struggled to parallel park despite the multiple angles of reverse cameras ella knew she had at her disposal, something she would be sure to take the piss out of alessia for later.

busying herself scrolling through instagram ella glanced up and spotted the familiar blonde mop of hair eventually parked and legging it across the road, tripping over her own feet and being honked at by a passing car her face paled and she held a hand up apologetically.

"tooney!" alessia scowled as ella doubled over, laughing loudly at the girls consistent streak of clumsy bad luck. "bout time you got here less, not like we left training at the same time!" ella calmed herself and rolled her eyes, nudging her shoulder into the taller girl who mumbled something under her breath and followed her best friend inside.

"aw jills not working." ella frowned as the bell chimed to signal their entrance, the coffee shop owned by their former team mate not empty but hardly full at three in the afternoon. but it had become a winter post training tradition for both alessia and ella to meet up here and have a hot chocolate, the two so dedicated to the routine they'd created a new superstition that if it didn't happen twice a week they would become genuinely fearful that they'd lose on the weekend.

"oh that means you actually have to pay, what a shame!" alessia teased as the two wandered over to the counter. "oh I uh I suddenly actually need to use the toilet, be right back!" ella darted off in the opposite direction as alessia rolled her eyes, grabbing her phone out to pay for their drinks, more than used to her best friends antics.

alessias eyes hungrily wandered the baked goods on display as she waited patiently at the counter, tossing up which one she was craving more until a voice snapped her out of it. "sorry for the wait! what can i get for you?" as the blonde looked up with a smile her stomach flipped and her mouth ran dry at the unfamiliar girl standing in front of her.

"you alright?" the girls eyebrows creased a little in concern at the lack of answer from the striker, alessia fighting to get her words out genuinely stunned into silence by the beauty gazing at her oddly. "did you order already? ooo can i get a brownie??" suddenly ella was back beside her, her friends loud voice in her ear snapping alessia back into reality as she felt her cheeks and ears flush bright red with embarassment.

"did you want anything else with that, drinks maybe?" the stranger hinted with an amused smile, angling the question towards alessia who nodded. "and that would be?" the girl asked when alessia didn't actually provide an answer, biting down on her lip to hold back a grin as ella glanced at alessia with a confused frown, the normally confident blonde acting very out of character.

"well well well if it isn't tooney and lessi russo!" jill sang out, suddenly appearing beside the mystery beauty as alessia let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding in. "i see you've both met y/n, me blossoming new protege!" jill beamed, slinging an arm around the shorter girls shoulder who rolled her eyes playfully. 

"aren't proteges supposed to actually learn things? i don't think you've taught me anything except how to chat a customers ear off jilly." the girl grinned teasingly as jill pulled her into a headlock, ruffling her hair and letting her go. 

"these two are some of my best manchester regulars, they'll have two large hot chocolates and they're on the house. euro winners special!" jill winked as ella beamed and alessia smiled appreciatively. 

"maybe a brownie for the backheel queen and the match changer then?" ella asked cheekily, alessia ramming an elbow into the girls side with a glare, ella shoving her away as jill simply laughed and agreed, grabbing them out herself. "i'll bring these over to you." the girl assured as she ducked behind the coffee machine, ella thanking her and tugging alessia off toward their usual table by the window.

"less what is wrong with you man? are you a mute now or something?" ella asked with a bewildered look toward her best friend as they sat down, cutting the brownie in half and sliding alessia's bit over to her. "nothing, just tired after training." alessia shrugged it off, though as ella studied her, noticing the frequented glances toward their new barista, cogs began to turn.

"here we go! for the superstars, or so jill tells me." you announced playfully and ella didn't miss the way alessia's body tensed up nervously as you brought their drinks over, shooting the blonde a dazzling smile as ella once more thanked you for the both of them. 

"so you from around here?" the brunette asked with a friendly smile, wanting to continue to watch alessia squirm as she slowly put the pieces together.

"don't give my life story to anyone i don't know, stranger danger you know!" you teased, ella opening her mouth to retort a cheeky comment back but both girls heads snapped towards alessia as there was a loud smash and a squeal, the striker knocking her hot chocolate all down herself, the ceramic mug it was once in falling to the floor and shattering into pieces gaining the attention of everyone else around them.

"still clumsy as ever then i see less!" jill was at the table in a flash, sweeping up the pieces as you excused yourself to go and make alessia a new drink, the blonde apologizing profusely to jill and burying her face in her hands, wishing the ground would swallow her up as jill dismissed her with a wave, assuring it was a only a cheap mug anyway.

"okay less, spill it!" ella ordered firmly once it was just the two of them again, staring alessia down as the girl looked to her with a frown. "what was that?" ella accused taking a bite out of her brownie and almost moaning in pleasure. "what was what?" alessia continued, perfectly plucked eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"that! you're normally clumsy but you could barely get a word out." ella continued, alessia dismissing her with a wave of her hand.

"oh my god less, you like the new girl." ella grinned in realization, the blonde scoffing and assuring her she was wrong before gratefully accepting the second mug of hot chocolate from jill, admittedly a little disappointed it wasn't you who brought it over again, though at the same time appreciative that it avoided another opportunity for her to embarrass herself again.

"you like her less!" ella beamed louder, alessia hissing for her to shut up as her eyes darted nervously toward the girl in question, sighing a little in relief that she hadn't appeared to have heard her best friends cheers.

"shut up tooney!" alessia scowled unappreciatively, sipping much more carefully at her hot chocolate as ella wiggled excitedly across from her. "less this is so exciting you never have crushes, go get her number!" ella encouraged enthusiastically, practically bouncing in her seat as she spoke.

"no! don't be stupid." alessia grimaced, taking a bite of the brownie and glaring at her best friend. "the only stupid thing is that we're probably gonna be seeing a whole lot more of her and if you keep getting tongue tied every time shes near you you'll scare her off!" ella teased as alessia rolled her eyes again.

"hi! sorry to interrupt. but thought you might want a dry shirt?" alessia choked on her mouthful as you appeared, offering her a box to box employee top with a soft smile. feeling ella kick at her under the table and widen her eyes with a subtle nod, alessia shot her a dirty look and cleared her throat.

"yeah that would be great, thank you." alessia managed to get out, not missing the way your face lit up at the verbal response, happily handing her the shirt and excusing yourself back to the counter as a few customers walked in. 

"well go and change then you big dope!" ella rolled her eyes, making a shooing motion with her hands as alessia hurried off to the bathroom, tips of her ears still burning bright red.

finishing her hot chocolate and now left alone to her own devices ella glanced over and noticed you stood by yourself at the front, drumming your nails against the counter, unoccupied. grabbing her empty mug she took it over to the bench, placing it down as you smiled at her appreciatively and ducked out the back to place it in the sink.

"ella was it?" you checked as you returned, the midfielder leaning her hip against the counter and nodding in confirmation. "so you're one of those big fancy footballers then? have to admit I’ve not actually heard of you before, sorry for the knock to your ego.” you smiled teasingly as ella feigned shock that you didn’t know who she was. "scuse you i'm quite famous round here, local legend some may even say! was even papped eating a pastie once." ella bragged, puffing out her chest goofily, rewarded with your laughter. 

the two of you busied yourself with some pleasant small talk, alessia returning to the table now changed and frowning when she noticed ella was no longer there. "oh no." the striker mumbled to herself hearing a familiar burst of laughter and realising just where her best friend had dissapeared to.

"so enough about me, you'll have to google the rest sadly, celebrity things you know!" ella cleared her throat with a shrug as you rolled your eyes with a smile. "see the blonde over there i came in with? the clumsy one who doesn't know how to drink a hot chocolate." ella nodded toward her best friend whose attention was turned to the street outside as you hummed.

"a girl of very few words." you smiled as ella forced a sarcastic laugh in response. "one could only wish that was true. she just thinks you're fit, stunned her into silence one could say!" ella announced casually as your eyes widened a little at the confession, cocking an eyebrow toward the brunette in front of you.

"so, you seeing anyone?" ella smiled charmingly, resting her head on her chin as you chuckled. "cutting your friends grass just a little there with that question aren't we?" you smirked, ella scoffing and waving off your words. "you should be so lucky! i am in fact taken very happily with my boyfriend, but alessia is single." ella heavily hinted with a wiggle of her eyebrows making you laugh.

"well then why isn't she over here instead of you?" you asked with an amused look toward the girl in front of you. "well i would hardly be a good wing man if i let her now would i?" ella boasted with a wink as you simply hummed in response, the bell chiming signalling you had customers. 

"this has been lovely ella, but i have to actually do my job now!" you smiled as ella deflated a little at her lack of success but nodded in understanding, leaving you to it and returning back to the table. "what was that about then?" alessia asked, worrying over what her loud mouthed lack of filter best friend might have said in her absence.

"just a friendly chat, i'm not stealing your missus less don't worry!" ella grinned as the blonde rolled her eyes, finishing the last mouthful of her hot chocolate as the two fell into their usual conversation, discussing everything and anything until before they knew it the cafe had emptied out and they'd realized it was closing time, also not something new to either of them as this was often the case for the two.

"well looks like i've got a new employee then have i!" jill teased, nodding to the shirt alessia was wearing with a grin, chatting with her two former team mates about their upcoming derby match tomorrow, getting in all the puns and sledges jill could manage towards her friends beloved united, forever a die hard former city player.

excusing herself to balance the register and continue closing the tall girl exchanged hugs with the two and strode away, ella scurrying off to use the toilet before they left. "here, on the house." no sooner had jill leave did you suddenly appear making alessias knees wobble, placing down a brown paper bag in front of the blonde with a soft smile, disapearing as soon as you'd arrived.

curiously alessia opened the top of the bag and grinned seeing four brownies stashed away inside, looking up to try and thank you but you were obviously out the back somewhere and she sighed a little in disappointment as ella returned and the two of them exited the cafe, the bell chiming after them.

"oo what have you got then?" the bag was rudely taken from her grasp as ella nosily shoved her head inside as they walked over to alessias car, the blonde quick to snatch it back as ella whined. "less!" the girls eyes widened and she reached once more for the bag as alessia held it away from her, firmly stating they were hers.

"no you dope! look on the other side." ella grinned and alessias eyebrows creased, flipping the bag around her stomach lurched into her throat seeing a number scribbled across the back. "ha! it did work, ultimate wingman ultimate wingman ultimate wingman!" ella chanted as she danced around like an idiot, pumping her arms in the air like a madwoman.

"what worked tooney?"

~

"so how's things with lovergirl!" ella teased the next morning, sliding into the passenger seat of alessia's car as the blonde picked her up for the match. "less please tell me you messaged her." ellas face dropped at the guilty look from her best friend who picked at her fingers, refusing to meet her gaze.

"alessia! she's gonna think you're not into her you idiot!" ella punched the girl in the arm with a shake of her head as alessia scowled, rubbing at her arm. "i don't know what to say!" the striker defended, slumping back into her seat with a groan, having put your number into her phone and stared blankly at the message icon, continually overthinking what she should say until the clock ticked over into the next day and alessia forced herself to try and sleep.

"oh here's an idea, how about you start with hello?" ella mocked with a shake of her head in disbelief as alessia sighed deeply, starting up the car and glancing over her shoulder before pulling out. 

"you are hopeless less, no wonder you've been single for so long. as your wingman theres only so much i can do for you before you actually have to put in some work!"

"yeah alright tooney, i get it."

~

alessia sighed as she stepped out of the shower, muscles aching from an intense ninety minutes played, united having just come away with a win after a grueling derby. the girl wasted no time changing into her tracksuit and scraping her wet hair into a bun, packing everything into her kit bag which she slung over her shoulder.

having taken her time in the showers the majority of alessia's team mates had already left for the evening, ella grabbing a lift from millie as the girl had absolutely no patience and did not appreciate the time it took alessia to go through her post match routine.

waving a tired goodbye to nikita and ona who were sat chatting alessia made her way out of the locker rooms, the stadium now mostly emptied out as a few lone stragglers hung around chatting or celebrating the home teams win.

"you know when a girl is told that someone thinks shes fit and she then goes out of her way to give them her number and some free brownies, its a little humiliating when you don't receive a message." alessia jumped at the sudden voice, turning to see you sat up on the seats beside her, knees tucked into your chest as alessias heart began to hammer in her own.

"what are you doing here?" was all the blonde could manage to get out, wincing at how unintentionally blunt it had come out as your face dropped even further, pointing up behind you where jill was sat a few rows up, chatting excitedly with a few people sporting city jerseys, clearly soaking up the attention.

"my ride is busy reliving her glory days." you answered softly, alessia nodding in understanding as she awkwardly shifted her kit bag on her shoulder. "sorry if i made you uncomfortable." you continued when she didn't say anything, eyes silently awaiting a response as alessia opened and closed her mouth a few times, heart beat accelerating as she found herself lost in the galaxy of color that were your eyes, her already weak legs wobbling a little.

"good talk." you mumbled with a frown, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at your obvious misunderstanding of the situation, pushing yourself to sit up and moving to walk up and away toward jill.

alessias eyes widened and she felt her body go rigid with panic. "wait! are you busy right now?" the blonde blurted out, hands fiddling nervously with the strap of her kit bag as you frowned a little. "why?" you asked, folding your arms over your chest with a firm stare.

"are you free to go get dinner? i promise i did mean to message you, but i just...well i didn't know what to say and i didn't want to scare you off but i guess i already did that by not actually replying and well i-" alessia began to ramble as your face softened a little at her obvious nerves.

"sure." you cut her off with a small smile, alessia looking to you in surprise her words falling short. "really?" alessia asked with wide eyes and your smile grew, nodding in confirmation. "unless you're not sure?" you teased as alessia frantically shook her head, promising you she really meant it.

"so do you mean like we go now?" you asked, alessia agreeing before she glanced down and realised she was only clad in joggers and a hoodie, wincing a little. "i'm not one for fancy dinners on first dates." you gently assured seeing her nerves spike up again. "a date?" alessia spoke up, your face paling as you one again began to stress you'd misunderstood.

"a date! yes, a date. just maybe somewhere...casual?" alessia winced again gesturing to her man united getup with a guilty smile, you letting out a small sigh of relief. glancing up behind you and seeing your boss still engaged actively in conversation you made the decision you would just send her a text as alessia offered to drive the two of you. 

"jill might fire me for getting into a car with a united player you know." you grinned teasingly, jogging down the steps to meet her as the two of you walked off into the car park. "don't tell me you support city." alessia shook her head, nerves slowly settling the more she actually forced herself to push through them and speak with you.

"i don't normally watch football at all, but jills doing her best to force me into it." you admitted with a smile, eyebrows raising in surprise as you noticed alessia unlock her very expensive looking car. 

"well if this date is going to work i just might need to change your mind." alessia teased, tossing her kit bag in the back and your stomach flipped as she opened the door for you.

~

fast forward a few months and alessia had indeed stuck true to her word, over the course of your rapidly blossoming relationship forcing you to watch countless football matches including all of last summers euros, talking your ear off about the rules and regulations and tactics.

the blonde which was now your girlfriend, to be exact.

the taller girl was just as awkward asking you that question as she was the first day you met her, the sweet ramblings as she danced around the actual direct question of your official relationship status only making your affections for her grow stronger as you'd tugged her down into a kiss, murmuring a yes against her lips and putting her out of her misery as she grinned, pulling away and wrapping you in a suffocatingly tight hug.

it was how you found yourself now kitted out in a lionesses jersey with her last name spread across the back of your shoulder blades, stood in her flat in her kitchen cooking her dinner as you awaited your girlfriend to return from training.

you didn't have to wait long as you heard her keys jingle in the front door, her timing perfect as you'd just finished dishing up her favourite pasta, knowing all too well that was her go to after a thursday evening of grueling double sessions.

"hello gorgeous." you greeted sweetly with an adoring smile as the exhausted looking striker dumped her kit bag and shoes by the door and padded tiredly into the kitchen. "hi." the taller girl sighed into your shoulder slumping into your awaiting arms, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she gripped onto you tightly.

"dinners ready but do you want a shower first? it can easily be reheated." you murmured softly, rubbing comfortingly at her back as she shook her head, mumbling that she'd already showered at the gym as you walked the two of you over to the lounge, gently pushing her to sit down and refusing her offers of help, demanding she stay put as you grabbed your bowls of dinner and brought them over.

thanking you with a peck on the lips alessia settled back into the lounge, a comfortable silence falling between you as you ate, both engrossed in succession, the show recommended to you by alessia's national team mates during her last camp.

bowls long washed up and the fourth episode of your show in a row now finishing you glanced down to see the blonde sprawled out on top of you had fallen asleep, arms wrapped tightly around your torso as her head rested on your chest, your own hands tucked up the back of her top, nails scratching softly up and down her back.

"baby." you whispered softly, shaking her gently as her piercing blue eyes fluttered open, blinking sleepily she lifted her head a little. "time for bed, come on." you smiled, heart melting as she nodded tiredly, but collapsed back on top of you and burying her face in your neck. 

"lessi baby, come on your neck and back are gonna kill you tomorrow if we sleep on the lounge again." you warned gently, shaking her again as you felt her exhale deeply into your skin, laughing a little at the ticklish sensation as the taller girl tiredly pushed herself up, rolling off of you and forcing herself to her feet with another tired sigh.

shooing her off upstairs you rushed around to flick off all the lights and lock the doors of her flat up, spending more nights here than in your own flat you were well accustomed to everything. by the time you made it to her bedroom your face softened seeing the lamp left on and her body already tucked away beneath the blanket.

rummaging around in her wardrobe you located your her favourite hoodie, slipping the oversized material over your head as you stepped out of your slippers and lifted the edge of the duvet, reaching over the flick off the lamp and shuffle properly into bed you blinked a few times, eyes adjusting as the room was plunged into darkness.

"your legs are freezing." you heard the blonde beside you grumble as you pressed yourself into her, the taller girl flipping onto her side as you tucked yourself as tightly into her as you could. "warm them up then." you wound her up by rubbing your bare legs against hers as she whined tiredly and kicked at you, empty threats of throwing you out of bed dropping from her lips.

"i better wake up to breakfast in bed and a coffee for having to put up with you." alessia sighed as you smacked at her in the dark, a smile curling onto the strikers face as she pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. 

"you'll be waking up to an empty bed, i start at five tomorrow baby." you reminded, feeling her body vibrate with a loud groan, knowing that meant she too would be woken up early from your alarms. "remind me to have a stern word with jill about your roster." the striker huffed in annoyance, tomorrow being her day off she had planned for a sleep in all wrapped up with you, her plans now rudely ruined. 

"sure my love, you do just that."

~

she didn't, of course.

but she did as always pick you up at lunchtime when your shift finished, your mood instantly lifting as you exited the cafe, tired from the early open shift and grateful to avoid the incoming lunch rush, spotting the blonde leant against her white mercedes waiting patiently.

"hello beautiful." the strikers own body perked up as she greeted you with a sweet kiss, opening your door for you before hurrying around to her own side. "picked you up some sushi." alessia gestured to the paper bag by your feet, grinning at the excited squeal that came from you at the surprise.

"thank you love you didn't need to do that." you beamed leaning over to kiss her cheek appreciatively as she stretched an arm over the back of your seat and glanced behind her to reverse out of her spot, your stomach flipping at how attractive you found the simple maneuver. 

"do you know what tooney asked me to do today?" alessia spoke up as you hummed, swallowing your mouthful of food and reaching over to offer her a piece of sushi which she happily accepted. 

"thank her in front of the entire team for and i quote 'being the god of love who got us to get together'." alessia shook her head with a roll of her eyes as you tilted back your head letting out a loud belt of laughter, having grown incredibly close with your girlfriends best friend.

"well, if she hadn't of come over to talk to me that day with the brownies - you wouldn't have my number."

"surely you're not going to take her side? she's already insufferably annoying on a good day, i don't need the two of you ganging up on me!"

"lessi you were an absolute nervous wreck - do i need to bring up the hot chocolate incident?" 

"i was not! i was just..." 

"hopelessly in love with me from day one, it’s okay to admit aloud, it’s healthy!”

"god i'm putting you on a ban from spending time with tooney, she's done no good for this ginormous ego you're developing."

"ego! at least i had the confidence to give you my number, not that you used it."

"i have apologized for that over a hundred times and you agreed to stop bringing it up, especially around our families to make fun of me!"

"no but back to your point, i think you need to give your wingman some credit." you grinned as alessia pulled into her driveway, cutting off the engine and pouting at you with a frown. "maybe just...a tiny bit." alessia used her fingers to create a minuscule gap, causing you to playfully roll your eyes at her.

"wasn't her fault you were just too stunned by my ethereal beauty, you're only human." you teased as the two of you exited the car, alessia hurrying to grab your bag for you as you tossed the rubbish from your lunch into the bin which sat by the curb ready to be picked up tomorrow morning.

"here we go with this ego again, what am i going to do with you?" your body was pressed against the front door the moment you stepped inside, the taller girl glancing down at you with a smirk.

"call your best friend and thank her for me even giving you a chance russo." you breathed out against her lips, ducking under her arm as she leant in for a kiss and striding off into the living room, changing into a run as you heard alessia yell after you, begining to chase you around the house as the sounds of your laughters bounced off the wall.

"got you!" you squealed as the athlete easily cornered you, tackling you onto the lounge and pulling you to lay on top of her, wrapping her arms around the back of your neck and tugging your lips to meet hers, hand on the back of your head meaning she was in full control of when you pulled away.

though as much as she may have verbally disagreed, the striker knew that deep down without her wing man, her life would be significantly less happy or fulfilling without you in it, so maybe she did owe ella a small thank you.

but you would never hear her admit that out loud.

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[kornflake82]

i was sent this ask:

"Hello, you! can there be a headcannon where, (Scout, Sniper, demo, and my favorite Texan, engi) hugging S/o and the merc is like: “Oh no I’m in love with them” as their face is all red? And, S/o is sorta worried about them and asking “you good?” this scenario has been itching my brain for a few days lol

Anon jilly🦭🌺"

and i believe you may have forgotten to turn anon on when submitting the ask, so i still saw your url. out of respect for your anonymity, i will answer here instead of from the inbox, so hopefully it still finds you well! also i hope you don't mind i do a mini scenario for these as opposed to HCs, just to give yall a little more content :3

Mercs Getting a Big Ole Hug

Scout

-You two always had a strong bond, and a dynamic like childhood friends. It was always fun and games with Scout, and when the time came, he knew how to comfort you and be there for you albeit in his own clumsy and Scout-y way.

-It wasn't until he noticed the way the other Mercs looked at you did he start to see you as more than just a friend--he now became acutely aware of how soft your skin felt when it brushed up against his, the way your hair perfectly framed your face, every small detail about you, and he couldn't believe he never noticed any of this before.

-It was your day off, and as usual, you spent it with Scout. The two of you tired yourselves out playing catch outside, as well as other fun roughhousing typical of your other pastimes. While running for the ball, you tripped and fell forward, but Scout was quick enough to catch you, and held you in a tight embrace. You instinctively wrap your arms around his torso and bury your head in his chest. He maintains his grip on you, but his face is as red as his uniform--all of a sudden the outside air feels cramped and he's getting clammy. It was like getting hit with his own Atomizer: all the times he's admired every little thing about you coming together all at once to beat him over the head with the realization that he was in love with you.

-You finally let him go, looking up at him and yelping a bit in surprise. "Scout?! What happened to you? Should we go see Medic?!" You ask frantically, concern showing on your scrunched features as you took in Scout's seemingly-ill state. "N-Nah, I'm okay, really! More than that, actually...I feel amazin'." He gazed at you with a softness you hadn't yet seen before, but it sparked a warmth in your heart and your tummy that you didn't oppose.

Sniper

-Sniper wasn't exactly one for PDA, let alone physical touch. Just didn't tickle his fancy. But you, something about you gave Sniper the desire, for the first time in ages, to hold, touch, and generally be around someone of his own volition. But for some reason, he just couldn't find it in himself to act on those desires. Whether it be his own deeply-instilled professionalism or cowardice, he couldn't tell. Whatever it was, all he knew was him being afraid of scaring you off. So he did nothing. The minimal interactions with you now would suffice, and his imagination could do the rest.

-You weren't exactly having the best day. Just yesterday, you scuffed a one-on-one encounter with an enemy merc that cost your team the mission, and today's target practice was not kind to you either. You found yourself alone on the range, tears of frustration pooling in your [color] eyes as you trudged along to set up the target dummy Sniper once again. Overwhelmed by frustration, you found yourself hugging the Sniper dummy for even the slightest sense of comfort, dropping your rifle to the dust below with a thud. The real Sniper, who had volunteered to check on you, heard the sound of your rifle hitting the ground as he left the base. The impact immediately spiked his adrenaline and caused the worst thoughts to run through his mind. He quickened his pace, almost falling over in place once he beheld the scene. Sniper couldn't help but feel a tug on his heartstrings watching you embrace the dummy of him. A warm flush crept its way to his rugged features as he realized the depth of his feelings for you way-exceeded his expectations.

-It's now or never, he thought to himself, finally finding the courage to approach you. He put a large gloved hand on your shoulder, eliciting a fearful shriek from you. Your face reddened with embarrassment, stammering as you tried to come up with a good excuse for your behavior. Wordlessly, Sniper wrapped you up in a tight embrace which immediately soothed your worries. "Shhh. It's alright, roo. Don't cry, now." He spoke just above a whisper, and despite being there to comfort you, he himself was trembling with anxiety at what he's just done. When you finally gathered yourself and parted from the Aussie's embrace, your eyes widened. "Sniper! What's gotten into you?!" He looked down at you with a slight smile, as if it would conceal the way his heart pounded in his chest.

"You have, sheila."

Demoman

-He wasn't always drunk! Okay, maybe he was, but that didn't mean he was always unaware. He was especially aware of a certain little merc who always took him to bed, always got him water, and always made sure to wish him a goodnight, even when the rest left him to drink himself to oblivion. He thought of you very fondly, like a close friend more than just a colleague. You were the first of the bunch to ever show a genuine compassion for him and actually attempt to care for him even in his drunken state (and he knew that was no easy feat).

-It was another night like always, the rest of the team off taking care of their own business while Demo had some precious one-on-one time with his scrumpy, this time accompanied by you! And you were actually drinking with him! It was the weekend, after all, and you decided what the hell, why not, and let your hair down a little. While not nearly as intoxicated as your Scottish companion, you definitely felt the buzzy warmth of drunkenness sneaking up on you. You felt more bubbly, confident, and silly. You gazed upon Demo fondly as he slurred through stories of missions, both failures and successes.

-Right as he was getting to the story's climax, he raised his arms above his head for dramatic affect, and you impulsively leapt into them. "Awwe Tavichhh, I wuv when you tell stowiesss" you mumbled into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso as if he'd leave you any second. The sudden show of affection almost sobered Demo up a bit, but he quickly dropped his arms and returned your embrace. In his drunken state, the warmth of your body against his felt like fire, and he couldn't help but notice the way you fit perfectly into him. Demo soon grabbed your shoulders, moving you back to meet his gaze. The sudden serious look on his face sent a shiver down your spine. "D-demo! What's the matter?!" He took in your flushed face as if he were looking upon the Mona Lisa herself before finally speaking, "Oh it's nothin, lass. I just enjoy lookin' at ye."

Engineer

-You were lucky enough to get some time off when you were informed this go-round of contracts did not include you. To your surprise, they didn't include Engie, either. You discovered this when you bolted for the workshop in a panic as you realized your prized headphones were destroyed! You were about to go on a walk before fishing them from your backpack and soon met with the disappointment of your prized possession in tatters--wires frayed, and hanging down almost mockingly.

-As you busted through the double doors of Engineer's workshop, he jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his wrench. "Well howdy to yourself too, darlin'!" He regained his bearings and approached you with a chuckle. "What's got you in such a tizzy, hm?" You simply raised the broken pair of headphones up*, looking at him like a lost puppy. "M-my headphones are destroyeeeddd!" You whined. Engie, behind his goggles, looked at you with a twinge of pain in his eyes just from hearing how distraught you were. Though he was empathetic to your "loss", he couldn't help but admire how adorable you sounded when you whimpered, and got a bit of an ego-boost from how you immediately came to him for aid. Engie took the headphones from you, inspecting them closely as he set them down on a nearby workbench. "Y'know, dear, these might not be a lost cause...let's see what some good ole fashioned Texan ingenuity can do!" He assured you with a sly smile.

-You fidgeted nervously as you watched over his shoulder while he tinkered away on your poor headphones. "Can I get you somethin' to drink darlin'? Maybe some water?" Engineer didn't take his eyes off the headphones as he spoke, currently re-twisting and wrapping wires before getting to work on the broken frame of the device. "I'm okay, thank you, Engie..." Truthfully, you were just too nervous to take your eyes off of the headphones while Engineer repaired them. Of course, you trusted his skillful hand, but with them being such a meaningful item to you, you couldn't help but hover over his shoulder and watch. Suddenly, Engie spoke up again, this time with a command-- "Close your eyes, dear." Nervously, you did as you were told. Engineer turned to face you, gently placing the repaired headphones on your head. Your eyes shot open and hands immediately went up to feel the newly repaired device now muffling your hearing.

-Without a second thought, you pulled Engie into a tight embrace. "Engie, you're the best!! Thank you so much!" You exclaimed, nuzzling his chest a bit as the two of you embraced. His large gloved hand gently caressed your back, giving it a slight pat in response to your praise. While Engineer typically maintained a relaxed exterior, internally, he was practically melting. A proper southern gentleman such as himself couldn't be indecent in the presence of a lady, but the fog on his goggles and pink in his cheeks said otherwise. You pulled away, removing the headphones. You went to inspect them further, but the sight before you stopped you dead in your tracks. "Engie?! You feeling alright??" He looked like he was about to pass out--and he felt like it, too.

-Engineer simply nodded, placing his ivory-colored cowboy hat on your head in response.

*this is exactly what i envisioned for this scene btw

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 x reader #scenarios #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #dell conagher #mick mundy #tavish degroot #anon #requests

[imaginesinthewind]

Dating Sirius Black would include

A/N: The part 2 to this one. I have no excuses for taking so long to write it, except that my inspiration is as changing as Tonks haircut. Enjoy 🖤

- Let's be honest here, it would be a rollercoaster. Sirius was never taught how to love, not until he met the Marauders or the Potters at least

- And you cannot really call dating as many girls as possible before dumping them because they get too attached love

- However, with you, he would be surprisingly committed. When he loves, this boy loves with his entire soul

- Lots of PDA, or what James would call "disgusting couple things"

- (mainly because Lily keeps refusing him)

- Sirius would proudly wrap his arm around your waist or your shoulders everywhere. You would secretly hold hands in class, or he would wink at you and blow kisses across the room

- He would pay attention even less, much to the annoyance of McGonagall

- Instead, he would send you flying love notes or stare lovingly into your eyes

- "Black, you will not find the answer to my question in Miss (Y/L/N) eyes."

"Are you sure?"

- So.much.making.out

- Soft kisses, intense kisses, longing kisses, goofy kisses

- "You guys, I'm trying to eat here"

"Time to go to class, make out later"

- Sirius would be the best at finding amazing dates. He is definitely a late night date type of person

- Stargazing at the astronomy tower with cigarettes, stealing pastries from the kitchens, taking you for a motorcycle ride, showing you the most secret pathways in Hogwarts, or making him discover Muggle music like the Beatles or the Stones and he loves it

- Endless night talks about life in front of the fireplace

- Sneaking into his bed so many times than the other Marauders become used to it

- This boy craves for your attention. If he loses it, he will act like a lost puppy

- Trying to get him to study more with you but failing

- Sirius ending up distracting you from studying at the library by telling you dirty jokes, causing you to eventually burst out laughing. And get kicked out

- Life would be an adventure with him, and dating him is such a freeing experience, the boy would love you intensely

- However, Sirius' insecurities would come back real quick

- He would be so scared to lose you and would get jealous very quickly

- A lot of self sabotaging and "I'm not worthy of you" from his part

- Sirius doesn't open up easily, he hides his vulnerability and wounds behind a strong ego and easygoing, smug attitude. But if you are patient and soft enough with him, he will eventually

- Hair and scalp massages to calm him down and soothe him

- Secretly wiping tears and comforting embraces

- Depressive episodes when Regulus becomes a death eater

- Regular outbursts of anger because of his mother

- Being the first one to know when he runs away at the Potters

- You are a bit worried at first, but Sirius takes it surprisingly well. He says that he doesn't need them, he has you and his friends

- Always being this mix between a gentleman and a cocky, dirty talker type of person

- Whispering the dirtiest things possible in your ear everywhere, this boy has no filter

- Him trying to convince you to get your first tattoo

- Accompanying him when he gets another one

- Lots of "please get a room"

- A lot of sex (but I'll give more details on a potential part 3 maybe?)

- Eventually getting caught in an empty classroom and McGonagall awkwardly giving you the talk in her office

- Very awkward moment, and Sirius cannot stop showing the smugiest face

- Being the Hogwarts couple goal

- Sirius meeting your parents at the end of 6th year, and to say that he would be nervous is an understatement

- But his natural charisma and """"good education"""" would do the work for him and your parents would love him, also because they would see these special sparkles in both of your eyes when you look at each other

- Doing everything in your power to make Jilly happen

- Being very happy when it does

- Moving in together when class is over 🖤

(I know this isn't supposed to be a happy ending but one is allowed to dream)

#sirius black imagines #young sirius black #sirius black headcanons #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black preferences

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Update on apprentice!reader?

"Hey Jilly Bean," Jason said, smiling, coming to pick his daughter up for a change and some breakfast. "Did you get a good sleep?" He scooped her up with an exaggerated groan, "You're getting so chubby. Quit growing so fast."

She cooed and babbled at him happily, snuggling into his arms and rubbing her eyes with a chubby fist.

Jason smiled and cuddled her for a second before laying her on the changing table. Babies, he decided, should be chunky. They looked cuter. He kept up a running string of commentary for his daughter, happily chattering away. Answering the babbles. Content to get her ready for the day. Trying not to worry about how long you'd been gone.

You'd left with John and Zatanna. Because they needed a third pair of hands. Someone they could trust. And who better than you?

John had hardly bothered with his granddaughter. Barely looking at her except to ask if you were sure she should be that fat. And Jason knew it upset you. You might know who your parents are. That they were who they were and it wouldn't change. No matter what you did. But that didn't change how much you wish it was different. That you wished they could be proud of you for building a life you were content with. One where it didn't matter how powerful you were.

Jilly fussed unhappily, sensing the change in his mood and Jason shushed her quietly. Picking her up now that she was changed and redressed, "Mama will be home soon," he soothed. "Constantine can't keep her forever."

Jilly cooed in response, her hands balling up in his shirt and he patted her back, "Getting hungry?" he asked, "Let's go see about breakfast. Before you have time to start crying." He headed down the stairs humming absently and stopped, blinking at Bruce standing in the kitchen, confused by a particular cuboard he couldn't open.

"Baby proofing," Jason explained. "You either need the key or the incantation-"

"What's in it?" he asked, frowning.

"Slightly illegal substances," Jason said, handing him the baby to hold while he figured out what to feed her.

"I-"

"Components," Jason clarified. "Not for using. Not like that any way."

Bruce nodded and cuddled the babbling baby, "No word on when she's coming back-"

"Not yet," Jason said, cutting up some banana and some blueberry to go with Jillian's oatmeal. "But when it comes to Constantine, no news is good news. The more updates I get the more fucked things are."

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #apprentice!reader #ask answered #minors dni

[dingochef]

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking, light bondage, blindfolds, shitty parents, nightmares, 

Summary: You're pretty sure you know the question and the answer, just not when it's going to get asked and how.

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Chapter 17

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For the next couple of days after Rooster and Lydia's wedding you're on alert, as though Jake could propose at any minute based on his comments at the wedding. He wasn't exactly subtle.

Jake is immensely creative and no doubt has a plan,and your imagination runs wild with possibilities. Not that you're nervous or would say no, you just want to feel prepared and ready. He of course picks up on your mental state and has a little fun with it.

First, you and Jake meet up for dinner at the tapas place where you had your first date after work one night. Which would be a very reasonable place to propose. You were almost sure he was going to do it when he walked back to the table and in between you taking a sip of wine and looking back at him he had gotten down on one knee and was….tying his shoe. When you coughed on your wine, Jake looked up at you with a raised eyebrow and gave you that signature smirk. 

Then the day after that you came home and were greeted by the homey smell of Italian food.

"Ooh, what's cooking?" you asked. Jake kissed you on the cheek and answers,

"Special family recipe."

You raised your eyebrow, certain that he was making Nonna’s special marriage sauce. With great flourish, he pulled the lid off the pot and said,

"Yes, Aunt Jilly's meatballs." 

He tried to look totally innocent and just laughed at what must have been the irritated look on your face.

The next evening as you're about to leave to go grab a drink, he called you into the bedroom,

"El, I've got a question for you." 

At this point you thought, 

"Finally".

When you walked in he held two polos up,

"Which shirt do you think goes better with these pants?" he asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.

He didn't even try to play it off as anything other than teasing.

"The blue one," you leaned over to whisper to him, "If you're trying to drive me crazy in a not good way, you're succeeding."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he replied, literally batting his eyelashes at you

He relented for the next few days, thankfully before you smothered him in his sleep or asked him to marry you first.

When you get home from work, you notice something on the front door as you approach. There is a red ribbon hanging from the door with a paper airplane at the end. On the wing, there is Jake's neat handwriting simply stating, "Open Me."

You carefully unfold the airplane and read the text inside:

Where we had our first kiss. 

The memory of that first kiss after he walked you home from the Padres game and dinner flashes through your brain, a warm feeling forming in your chest. 

As you open the door there is a photo of Jake and you at a Padres game hanging inside. Looking at the house there is red ribbon everywhere. It looks like one of those laser security grids people have to weave through to steal a diamond. The ribbon zigs and zags to the coat hooks, and then under and over the end table, up to the mantle piece and then under all the cushions of the couch. You find the second paper airplane on the couch. When you unfold it, you read:

Where I made you come for the first time.

You blush thinking of that moment from your first night together and where your underwear ended up after that. Eager to see where all this leads, you think you know, you chase the ribbon as it continues on the floor and up the wall over picture frames and into the guest room. The ribbon is simply shaped into a heart on the floor, it exits the room and heads towards the bedroom. You have to duck and step over ribbons a couple of times to get through the bedroom door. A picture of you and Jake from the vintage air show from early in your relationship, a selfie in front of a B-17, is hanging from the door frame.

You chase the ribbon around the bedroom, sliding under the bed at one point. There is another airplane sitting on your bed. You unfold it:

Where we made love and said I love you for the first time.

On the bed next to the paper airplane is a photo from Texas of you kissing Jake on the cheek as he's laughing. The memory brings a smile to your face.

The ribbon snakes out of the bedroom and surprisingly into the bathroom. The next airplane makes you laugh out loud, the sound echoing off the hard walls of the bathroom, because of course this would be a core memory Jake keeps in his brain. The airplane reads:

Where you gave me a blowjob for the first time (in the porn shower.)

He has hand drawn a winking face under the message. You pick up the trail of the ribbon and it winds its way out of the bathroom and over to the end of the couch. The paper airplane is sitting on top of a pillow next to a picture of you and Jake with your arms wrapped around each other on the front porch of the house. Unfolded the paper reads:

Where you asked me to move in with you.

The ribbon continues on in a circuitous route around the living room going under the armchair. Picturing Jake snaking the ribbon all around our house makes you laugh. The ribbon trails into the kitchen and briefly makes a stop in the fridge where there is a bottle of champagne and a container of what you assume to be Nonna's Bolognese sauce. The ribbon goes through a few cabinets and then into a pot on the stove. You make sure the stove is off and then you pull the lid off.

This airplane reads:

Where I made Nonna's special Bolognese for you.

There is a picture of Jake, you, and Nonna from Thanksgiving all laughing as the picture is snapped sitting in front of a canister next to the stove. Jake stands behind you and Nonna, towering over with his arms wrapped around you two.

The ribbon loops a few times around objects in the kitchen and under the dining table and through the chairs till it is finally tied in a bow at the door handle to the patio.

One last plane is tucked into the door jamb. You've figured out where this is heading and your heart starts to beat faster as a flood of giddiness overwhelms you. You race to unfold the last paper airplane.

It reads:

Where I asked you to marry me and you said yes.

Your heart is fluttering as you open the door as fast as possible and step out to the patio.

Jake is kneeling on one knee on the patio holding up a small open black box. He uses his free hand to wave you over. When you are close enough he takes your hand.

You look down into his impossibly green eyes and see his trademark confidence on display. He is very sure of what's about to happen and so are you.

After what feels like minutes to your rapidly beating heart he finally speaks,

"Every day I'm with you is a treasure and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Elsa Samantha Matthews, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and partner in life?"

You're of course crying by this point and it takes you a second to squeak out,

"Yes, of course."

Jake leaps to his feet and sweeps you up in his arms for a deep kiss. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours,

"You said yes."

"I did. You were very sure that I'd say yes, some might call that cocky," you tease.

Jake laughs, 

"Sometimes you just know, that's confidence. I also think it's a question you don't ask unless you know the answer."

You just kiss him back in reply. Jake remembers he's holding a box he reaches down for your left hand and pulls it between you.

"Here let me put this on my fiancee," he says as he slides the ring up your finger. You hold your hand out so you can look closely at the ring. It's a simple platinum band with a group of diamonds in different sizes arranged asymmetrically, arranged around the largest stone. It's unique and perfect.

"I like the sound of that. Jake, this is beautiful. It reminds me of a constellation of stars."

"Yeah? That's what I thought when I saw it," Jake replies. You can tell he's pleased you like the ring.

"I recruited Lydia for some help, you don't wear a ton of jewelry so I needed a little guidance on picking a style."

You lean over to kiss him,

"That's sweet, what advice did she give you?"

He chuckles, 

"Don't buy her something over the top and gaudy, find something with a silver metal and unique," you nod your head in agreement, he continues, "I texted so many pictures to her picking out stuff, finally found this one at a goldsmith in La Jolla. When I sent it to Lydia I just got a 'Nailed It' back from her."

Jake keeps talking, 

"I thought a lot about different stones, diamonds can sometimes feel a little overdone. But the more I thought about it I thought a diamond would fit you really well."

"How so?" You're curious what he's going to say.

"I just kept thinking of a phrase I'd heard before. The brightest diamonds are formed under the most pressure. You've become this amazing person despite all things that were forced to deal with and overcome to live your life like you wanted to, the pressure, so to speak."

Another tear rolls down your cheek and you place your hands on each side of Jake's face, 

"You are an amazing person and I'm really touched you put so much thought into asking me to marry you. You are a wonderful, caring, and loving man, Jake Seresin,and I am over the moon that I get the privilege to be your wife."

He wraps his arms around your waist,

"My wife, El. That sounds so good," he barely gets it out before he is kissing you with his full passion. Jake pulls you closer so your hips are aligned and as close as possible. His hands start to slide under your shirt on the soft skin of your back.

He starts walking you backwards into the house towards the bedroom. You feel something at your back and start to laugh, 

"Jake, the ribbons," you get a muffled response from where he is likely sucking a hickey at the base of your neck. "They're still all over."

He remembers and laughs as he pulls away to squeeze through, helping you  slide through the matrix of ribbons.

You make it through the web of ribbon and are standing in the middle of the bedroom unable to stop kissing and separate long enough to get off your clothing. You are pulling at the bottom of his uniform shirt when you finally break apart enough to pull your clothes off.

Once you and him are finally stripped bare, he takes your hand and kisses it just above the ring. Jake lays down and pulls you down to him. His face is wide open with love and his panty dropper smile.

You lightly push him on his chest and lean over to kiss him. Jake's hands cradle your head.

As you part for air, Jake says, 

"We're getting married."

You can't help the smile that is plastered to your face,

"Yes, we are. Right now I want to be ravished by my fiance." 

You slide your hand down to his cock, already hard and wanting. Jake starts at the contact when you wrap your fingers around him.

"The metal on the ring, feels different," he manages to breathe out. He sits up on his elbows and looks down to where you are stroking him at a slow pace.

"Not going to lie, you holding my cock with my ring on your hand is really hot," Jake says before collapsing on the bed. You go to open your mouth and before you can say anything, he has wrapped his arms around you and rolled you so that he is on top. He gives you an intense kiss and then kisses his way down your body.

"I want to taste my fiancee and feel her come on my face. Sound good, fiancee?" he asks, smirk firmly in place when all you can do is dumbly nod. All the blood in your body having left your brain the instant he parted your folds with his finger. You feel his huff of a laugh right before he engulfs your clit with his mouth, his finger pushing inside you, a second one joining moments later. Your hands snap to his head threading through his hair. You look down relishing the sight of Jake pleasuring you and you notice the ring picking up stray rays of sunlight in the room.

Jake's pace is increasing in time with your moans, the tightness building inside you,

"So close, so good, Jake," you pant out.

He adds a third finger and curls his fingers up and hits a spot that triggers your climax. Your legs clamp around his head as the wave rushes over you, incoherent moans falling from your lips. When you come back to earth, Jake is kneeling by your waist, looking at you with a look of utter adoration.

"God, El, you're so beautiful," he says softly. His hand smoothing the planes of your stomach up to your face. You take his hand and kiss the palm and pull him up to you. 

"I need you inside me, fiance," is the best you can come up with with your post orgasm brain. Jake obliges and gently parts your legs and guides himself into you. His pace is gentle and rhythmic, he keeps his face close to yours, his breath ghosting across your cheek.

Your brain finally formulates something resembling a thought.

"Jake, I love you so much. I get to be your wife," you whisper as you move against each other. He kisses you deeply before leaning back enough to slide a hand to where you are joined and begins to rub your already sensitive clit. You clench around him after the first touch, pulling a deep moan from him.

It doesn't take long for you to shatter again, this time looking into Jake's eyes as he follows you with his release inside you. You stay joined as the aftershocks roll through.

He rolls off to the side of you and pulls you into his arms, kissing the top of your head as you settle your head on his chest.

When your breathing slows to normal, Jake takes your left hand into his threading your fingers together.

"You look really good wearing only that ring," he jokes.

"I think it might get a little cold," you kiss his chest,

"So, how do you want to tell people? You want to stay in our own little bubble for a while or do you want to shout it from the rooftops?"

Jake laughs, 

"I feel like shouting it to the whole world, but we can probably do better with a few video calls."

"Well, we could probably put some clothing on, make the phone calls a little less awkward,"  you tease. Your stomach growls, and Jake responds,

"We should also eat something, I've got some of Nonna's sauce in the fridge. Let's boil up some pasta and throw a salad together while we celebrate our engagement."

You slip out of bed and pull Jake with you. You get dressed, slightly nicer than what you usually put on for just hanging around the house knowing you're going to be on video. Very carefully you pull the ribbons down to be able to walk through the house, you're left with a big heap of ribbon that you leave in the office.

"How much ribbon did you use?" you ask, impressed by the pile.

"Five or six 150 yard rolls? I've got a few more in the closet. Not sure what to do with it all," he answers.

"Maybe we could use it in our wedding?" You notice how Jake's smile broadens when I say 'our wedding'.

Jake whips up dinner in record time as you get some champagne flutes out and uncork the champagne. You pour each of you a glass and you toast.

"To a lifetime of love, happiness, and great sex," Jake says without a hint of irony, making you almost spit out your drink laughing.

"I'm not sure that's the wedding toast to use, but you've got time to figure out something more appropriate."

"Speaking of that, what's your vision for the wedding? I'm curious." Jake asks as you eat.

You ponder for a minute, 

"Probably on the smaller side, ceremony outdoors, fun reception, nothing too stuffy, mostly. I haven't thought of a lot of details, just the overall feeling of it. You?"

"Similar, although probably more people, my mom's side of the family is at least 40 people if you include kids. Speaking of which, do you want it to be an adults only wedding or have kids attend?"

"Definitely kids, I'm not giving up my opportunity to see you dance with Ellie and Gigi. That would be so damn cute."

Jake looks relieved, 

"That's good, the best weddings I've been to have been the big Italian ones with all generations attending."

You've finished eating; Jake takes the plates and loads them into the dishwasher as you put away the leftovers.

"So, who do we want to call first?” you ask Jake.

Without a second of hesitation, Jake says, 

"Nonna, I promised her she'd be the first to know when we got engaged and you do not break a promise to an Italian," his voice sounds particularly serious, "Especially an Italian grandmother, I'm pretty sure she's still angry at my great aunt Susan for taking her ice cream when she was a kid."

You laugh at the idea of Nonna being angry at Jake for anything. Jake takes a photo of your hand and texts it to Nonna, with the message 

"Video call when you can."

"Your grandmother texts?" you ask.

Jake just laughs, 

"She has a Twitter account, that's how up to date she is."

Seconds later Nonna's name pops up on the screen, Jake accepts the call and you are greeted by Nonna's smiling face.

"Hello Jakey and Elsa, I take it you have news to tell me?"

Jake and you respond over each other as you hold up your hand, 

"We're engaged!"

Nonna beams with happiness,

"Congratulations, I'm so happy for you two, so in love, it's wonderful."

She points at the phone presumably at Jake, 

"I told you the sauce would work, Jake, another happy marriage to add to the list."

There's a muffled voice off camera, "Ma, who are you talking to?"

You recognize Aunt Nancy as she dips her head into the frame. You're still holding your hand up and she laser sights on the ring.

"That mean what I think it means?" she asks.

Jake responds, 

"Yes, Elsa has made me the happiest man on earth and said yes to being my wife."

"Oh, that's so sweet kiddo, I knew it wouldn't be long the way you two were at Thanksgiving," Nancy replies, the joy apparent on her face.

Jake interjects before anyone can say anything else, 

"We'll let you go, we're going to call Mom and Dad. Don't spoil the surprise, I know you two."

Nancy and Nonna look a little sheepish and you laugh.

"Let's call your parents before we get scooped by your Aunt and Nonna," Jake nods his head in agreement. Jake dispenses with the text and goes straight to the video call.

Sharon picks up and you see she's at home in the kitchen,

She is her usually chipper self, 

"Hey Jake, hi Elsa, what's up?"

"Anyone else there with you?" Jake asks.

"Oh yeah, the whole gang's here," she swivels the phone around and we can see Mike, Alicia, the girls, and Tom sitting at the kitchen table. She turns the camera back,

"Good, less phone calls tonight. You can tell Ellie and Gigi that they will soon have an Aunt Elsa," he's smirking knowing it will take them a little bit to figure it out.

Ellie's voice shouts over everyone else, 

"They're getting married, he did put a ring on it!”

You hold your hand up, 

"Yup, we're engaged!"

There is a roar of congratulations and "oh my gods" and then the phone is quickly whisked away from Sharon and you see Ellie's face briefly before it lands on Mike and Alicia smooshed together.

"Congrats!" Alicia offers, Mike just says, in older brother fashion, "Finally."

Jake sticks his tongue out at his brother.

"We've got a few more people to call, so we'll let you go. Mom, I'll call you tomorrow," Jake wraps up the call.

"Let me text Lanie," you don't want to disrupt her if she's in the middle of a tattoo. You text a picture of your hand and the ring.

You don't have to wait long, a video call come through and you can see Lanie smiling,

"Finally! So happy for you and Jake, aww, I get a bro in law now, awesome. Just what I've always wanted."

"Aww, I get a pesky little sister now, just like I've always wanted. I'd give you a high five right now, but that's a little hard through the phone," Jake jokes.

Lanie's head is pushed to the side and joined by one with blue eyes and blond hair.

"Hi, I'm Sophia. Congrats, ooh I like your ring," she says as she jumps into the conversation. Lanie raises an eyebrow and taps her temple like she's storing some information for later.

"Thanks, nice to meet you, at least through video," you let her know.

"I've heard so much about you guys, looks like we'll be heading your way for a wedding," Sophia has sat down next to Lanie and thrown her arm around her.

Lanie jumps into the conversation, "Sorry to let you go so early, but we have a dinner reservation to get to. I'll call you tomorrow, Elsa. Congrats on making my sister an honest woman, Jake. Bye!"

Jake and you are laughing as Lanie hangs up.

"El, not to be a downer on this joyous occasion, but do you want to tell your parents?" Jake asks tentatively, his hands interlacing with yours.

You think for a moment, 

"I should, it might be a wake-up call for my mom, and at least my dad should know. I just don't want to talk to her right now."

You pause and think of the best way to contact them, 

"I'm going to go the easy way out of this and just text them. That way I can control the communication."

"That sounds good, your terms." Jake has moved to rubbing a soothing circle on your back. You lean over to kiss him before you write the text.

Group Chat: 'Rents

You: Jake and I are engaged. More details to follow.

You hit send and let the tension zip away with the electrons sending the text to Michigan.

"That's done, what next?" you ask Jake, " I figure we'll tell Rooster and Lydia tomorrow when we meet them for dinner."

"Lydia is going to freak out, she's been texting me daily to man up and do it finally," he lets out a long sigh,

"As for the rest of the evening, I've got a few ideas of activities I would like to explore with my fiancee.”Jake is wearing a devilish grin that brings a smile to your face.

Elsa's Ring

Chapter 19

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[faejilly]

Alright so ask box meme time! Garrus or Grunt?

[make me choose] oh look, you got me to write more Weaver! I've been wanting to do that, thank you. 💙💙💙 (In this case, you got first impressions of a cop from an Earthborn Shepard... 😅)

Vakarian makes Shepard feel old.

He’s probably about her age, though she’s not as good at reading turians as humans, for obvious reasons. (It’d taken her for fucking ever to figure out how to deal with humans, honestly. Which… is not a thought to help her feel less ancient.)

It also doesn’t help that he is systematically doing the absolute worst thing to make a good impression with her every time they’re in the same room.

She thinks she’s managing to hide that opinion.

Except maybe from Executor Pallin. Something in his eyes looks exactly as exhausted as she feels. (It's disconcerting to realize she identifies more with the politician-policeman than the reckless idealist, considering she's usually regarded as more of a reckless idealist herself.)

For all Pallin is the head of C-Sec, he's remarkably straightforward and pragmatic. Enough so that he doesn't ping against her instincts as cop, but Vakarian does.

And she’s (embarrassingly) still enough of a street kid to hate that.

A hypocritical street-kid, considering she’s basically Space-SWAT whenever Alliance Command sends her on a pirate-sweep.

Apparently the space part makes a difference to her lizard brain.

Vakarian’s also in space though?

No, her lizard brain doesn’t buy that.

Her lizard brain’s a fucking moron.

Do turians have lizard brains? She’s afraid that Vakarian doesn’t even have lizard sense. (She can suddenly hear Litty laughing in her head, ‘but common sense isn’t, you should know that by now,’ echoing out of a past Vakarian keeps reminding her of, a past that she thought she'd put to rest, a past she knows she'll never completely let go.)

Not helpful.

Every time he opens his mouth, she has to consciously resist the urge to sigh and knuckle her forehead or pinch the bridge of her nose. The physical pressure will not actually relieve the mental pressure, no matter how much it feels like it should.

But seriously, who introduces themself only to immediately complain about failing at their confidential assignment while very much in public?

Who follows that nonsense up by going right for an entirely unnecessary headshot in a hostage situation?

That had almost made her want to headshot him.

But she hadn’t. Because she has impulse control.

Doesn’t she?

Certainly more than Vakarian.

That’s not saying much.

She doesn’t have a problem dealing with the arrogance of people who are actually as good at their job as they think they are, but he seems to have no idea that he’s entirely failed to convince her that he might be one of them.

Despite all that, recruiting him is the right decision.

It is, she knows it is.

They need to make it clear this isn’t just a human vendetta. He’s Turian and Citadel and Police and makes this whole impossible situation reputable.

Closer to reputable?

But probably only to people who haven’t met him. He’s loud and brash and pulled out a sniper rifle in a med-clinic on the Wards.

He made the shot.

He took the shot because he saw it and he felt it and he wanted to protect Dr. Michel a hell of a lot more than he cared about himself.

He rushes into things because he cares.

Damn it.

That’s familiar.

He still makes her feel old.

#jilly answers #spacemomnephmoreau #mass effect #weaver shepard #garrus vakarian #jilly writes #me1 #me ot #make me choose

[gothiccharmschool]

Today's advice from your Goth Auntie

Stop typing and stretch your hands, drink some water, take your meds.

It's okay to feel fragile. No one can be strong all the time.

The Cursed Object is wrapped up in blankets and will only answer "no" to anything said to it.

❤️Auntie Jilli

#today's advice from your goth auntie #auntie jilli's tiny cryptids

[numbaoneflaya]

10, 13, 17 JILLYYYYYY :)))

10:What’s their favourite food or drink?

The basics are hot cheetos, tabasco slim jims and redbull. A real food and not just gas station? Probably rawish steak or a cheesed burger, also rare. Buffalo chicken wings as well, and for drink drinks she likes vodka redbulls and those really sweet like 13 dollar drinks with 12 kinds of syrup in them that will give you a hangover from hell. 

13:Have they ever nearly died?-

-Oh yeah in her basemented days Vincent nearly killed her all the time, either genuinely almost about to and he had to pull himself back from the urge, or just slamming a bat near her head and making her think she was gonna get smushed just for shits and giggles. Currently, once or twice during knifeplay hes cut too deep and had to frantically sew that shit up, stuff like that. Besides that shes also fallen down the stairs quite a few times and been lucky not to land on her neck, and almost being hit by cars while being distracted.

17: Do they have any pets? If not, what would they get?

- She does not! Because pets require the sort of consistent care and stability that she lacks in her life and she wouldnt want to bring in any creature shed end up accidentally neglecting. Theres also the problem of everything looking like a snack around full moon time, and eating a pet is just about the worst thing she can imagine. Shes always dreamt of having ferrets though, or a big dog. She had goldfish as a kid!

#she is not a picky eater :/ if it smells good it may get eaten. #jilly #thank u for the aaaaaskk beloved #if its meat or if its spicy or if its spicy meat expect her head to pop up like. wyd :/ whats that :/ can i have some :/ #no matter the answer some or most of it will be gone if you turn your back

[madamequagmire]

We Need Answers, S01 E03 – with Jilly Goolden and Jay Rayner

It's occurred to me there's so many people around here who won't even understand the title card, or the horrors of typing on a 10-digit number pad.

#we need answers #alex horne #tim key #mark watson

[femininefutbol]

kitchen light

transferred/modified from my wattpad and based on this song

prompt: you and jill roord have an extremely complicated relationship

word count: 6.3k

SMUT WARNING

a/n: there are mentions of smut throughout, only read/interact if you are comfortable

-

‘she got in my car, said take me home’

You pull up at the apartment building you know belongs to Jill's boyfriend, it's the third time this week that Jill has desperately texted you asking if she could be picked up.

"Thank you so much mijn liefje" Jill whispers, she gently kisses along your jawline.

"It's okay Jilly, I promised I would always be here for you and I meant it" you respond, purposely not reacting to the advances set on you by the younger woman sitting in your passenger seat.

Jill suddenly falls back into her seat with a 'hmph' as she receives no reaction to her sexually suggestive behaviour.

"Are you okay love?'' you ask tentatively, your eyes focused on the dark road ahead, your hand making it’s way to Jill's thigh.

"Yeah" she states with a sigh, "can you just take me home?" Jill pouts while grasping your hand tightly in both her hands, not wanting the contact to end anytime soon.

"Yours or mine?" you ask with a smirk, already knowing Jill’s answer and exactly what is going to happen tonight.

"Yours, always. my housemates are too nosy” Jill states, thinking about how Daan and Beth would be on her case if she brought a girl home, especially as she is openly in a relationship with a man. 

"As if mine aren't? We're just lucky I'm good at sneaking around" you state. There has been a few too many times where your housemates and teammates, Sam and Erin have asked you the morning after who you had been sneaking around with, each time you have brushed them off stating it was just a random girl you had met at a club, this has given you a reputation of being a player but you doesn't mind as long as the two don't find out about Jill's affair.

-

‘i bring her to mine, we stumble inside, we didn't even make it past the kitchen light’

It is a struggle for Jill and yourself  to make your way into the house, while you tried to avoid Jill's advances in the car the second her lips met yours, you knew that you were in for a long night. 

"Jill we need to stop, at least until we get to my bedroom" you whisper against her lips, neither one of you particularly wanting to stop your current actions but you know that you need to in order to not be caught out by your roommates.

Jill pulls the hood of her jumper over her head, the action becoming part of the girl's routine whenever entering the house in order for her identity to remain a mystery to the other Chelsea women.

"It's all clear" you tug at the strings of Jill's hoodie, the only source of light within the house is the dull light above the kitchen stove, this is left on through the night and signals to you that your housemates have gone to bed.

You immediately attach your lips to Jill’s, with your grasp still tightly holding onto the hoodie strings you push Jill against the kitchen counter, easily taking control, holding her between yourself and the counter. 

You continue kissing Jill forcefully, your hands trailing her body underneath her hoodie. You grab Jill's waist hoisting her onto the counter, this makes their glaring height difference between you disappear.

"Here or the bedroom?" you ask pulling Jill's hoodie over her head, leaving her in a white lace bralette and Chelsea training shorts that display the number 1, clearly belonging to you.

"Here, just hurry up, I need you to fuck me already" Jill moans out, overwhelmed by each and every move you make across her body.

You don’t waste any time, reaching around Jill's body sliding her off the counter to her feet once she is securely planted on the ground you drop to your knees. You make quick work of sliding the younger girl's shorts and underwear off in one slick movement making Jill shiver in anticipation.

You move your hand up Jill's thigh, stopping right after your fingers brush past her pussy. This causes Jill to groan, frustrated at the lack of contact, the action making you smirk. 

You quickly and rather suddenly move your head between Jill's thighs, immediately giving her the attention she so desperately wants. Jill seems to forget her surroundings as she loudly moans with every movement that you make.

You continue delicately licking her folds, every flick of your tongue causing Jill to moan out loudly. You don’t realise that the less than quiet, semi-public actions have caused curiosity amongst your roommates. Both Erin and Sam peek their heads out of their rooms, shocked that you are not hooking up with a random girl but instead your best friend who everyone is aware is in a committed and straight relationship.

"(Y/N)! Holy shit!" Jill moans out, her knees buckling as she reaches her climax, you catch her quickly, steadying the girl before standing up yourself.

"So it was good, no?" you joke, capturing Jill in a quick kiss. You flick the girl's shorts and underwear in the air with your foot catching them and then picking up Jill easily carrying her to your bedroom, unaware of the commotion that this night would cause.

-

‘you could break my heart, i know that you tried’

"(Y/N/N) you know I'm happy with him, you can't keep asking me to break up with him" you hear your best friend state over the phone.

"Do I know you are happy with him? I pick you up from his house every few days and you spend the entire night begging me to fuck you... Look I don't know much about heterosexual relationships but I don't think that's what a happy relationship looks like Jill" you argue.

You know that asking Jill to break up with her boyfriend of three years for you is kind of ridiculous but you want to be the one that Jill is in love with. Every time you have this conversation it becomes glaringly more clear that all you will ever be is Jill's second option.

"I am happy with him (Y/N), we've discussed this so many times before. Can you please just drop it?" Jill lets out in a harsh tone.

"Yeah yeah, sorry, I'll see you when you want me to fuck you again I guess" you sigh, hanging up the phone not even waiting for Jill's response.

-

‘i'm glued to my bed, when it's raining outside’

You have barely gotten out of bed for the past two days, all you have been able to do is think about Jill and cry. The only positive of the situation is the fact that there are major storms in London causing both training and all FA WSL games to be cancelled over the weekend, allowing you to wallow in self pity without any distractions.

"Hey gal" you turn around, shocked to hear a voice coming from your doorway. You see both of your housemates standing there with sad smiles on their faces.

"Hi" you mumble, closing your eyes as the brightness of the outside world makes its way through your doorway.

"So you haven't moved for two days and as a professional athlete that's kind of insane" Sam states, struggling to hold back a chuckle at her own comment. "You wanna tell us what's going on?" 

Your teammates make their way into your bedroom, closing the door behind them. Erin turns on a lamp and then makes herself comfortable at your desk, while Sam has already sunken into the beanbag that sits in the corner of the room.

"I'm just really tired, and it's raining, no point in moving" you whine. Your housemates look at each other, they both know that you are barely ever tired and that you are always moving about. You are probably the most active person on the team, so your current state is definitely a cause for concern.

"Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with the Arsenal midfielder who is in a committed relationship that you just so happened to bring home and fuck?" Erin asks, both you and Sam snap your heads in the direction of the Scottish girl, for two very different reasons. 

You are shocked that your housemate knows about your affair with Jill and Sam is shocked that Erin is so nonchalant about bringing up Jill as the two had agreed to do it subtly and her display was anything but subtle.

"This was a great chat, I'd like you both to leave now please" you mumble, turning your body to face away from the two girls. You don't bother to listen to if your housemates are leaving or not, you are done with the conversation and that's that.

-

‘can't stop thinking bout, how we fucked in the shower’

Listening to the pouring rain all you can think about is Jill, in most circumstances in your life all you think about is Jill but this time it's different. The harsh rain reminds you of the angry sex the two of you had just a few weeks ago, due to a fight you had, the same fight the two of you have been having for months.

"He obviously doesn't satisfy you like I do, otherwise you wouldn't be here" you state as the warm water runs down your body. Jill has made herself comfortable on the bathroom counter, watching you closely as you rub body wash around sensually.

"He doesn't get the chance to satisfy me, you are the only person who I allow to fuck me" Jill replies in a bored tone. This causes you to freeze, you can't help the small smile that spreads across your face.

"Then why are you with him? What does he have to offer that I don't?" you ask harshly. You want to know why Jill won't just be with you, the two of you are very clearly in love so why can't she just choose to be with you. 

"It's easier with him, I don't want to have to hide my relationship, or later on come out, I don't want my dating life to be a big deal so instead I just date guys" Jill replies, this causes you to scoff.

"You can't string this poor guy along forever Jill" you spit out, annoyed mostly at the fact that Jill won't just date you already but you deflect your annoyance to make it seem like you care about Jill's boyfriend's feelings.

"You don't seem to care about his feelings when you fuck me" Jill replies, she has managed to remove her clothing and steps into the shower without you noticing.

Jill wraps her arms around your body, running her hands up and down your abs. Your face softens slightly as the actions of the woman leaves you shocked and horny.

Suddenly you grasp Jill's hands in your own, removing them from your body. You let go for a second in order to turn yourself around and push Jill against the wall of the shower.

"I don't care about his feelings, I care about mine," you admit, roughly grabbing the back of Jill's neck, pulling her in for a heated kiss.

The rough nature of the kiss continues into extremely rough sex, your obvious anger doing nothing but turning Jill on more.

You stare into Jill's eyes while shoving two fingers into her pussy without warning, this shocks Jill as she almost slips, you catch her easily holding onto her ass tightly while continuing to thrust her fingers inside your best friend.

"Oh my god, please don't stop" Jill begs as you continue your actions, attaching your mouth to Jill's neck sucking tightly on the skin, not caring that you will leave a mark that will likely get her in trouble somehow.

Just as Jill is about to cum you completely detach yourself from the woman, quickly washing your body. You turn off the water and wrap yourself in a towel leaving the bathroom and a very horny Jill standing alone.

-

‘now you ditch your party, and that's when you call me’

You groan as you hear your phone go off, the ringtone is a remix of the song Breaking Free from a High School Musical so you immediately know it is Jill who is calling you.

"Yes Jill?" you ask, still half asleep and frustrated at the fact that you have been woken up.

The two of you haven't spoken for weeks, the last time being during your fight over the phone. You are annoyed that the first time Jill contacts you is at 2am, the night before a game day.

"Can you please come pick me up?" Jill responds in a timid tone, knowing that she is asking a lot of you, especially with the circumstances of your relationship at the moment.

"Sure" you sigh, you are never able to say no to the girl even when you are mad or upset with her. 

You get out of bed and shuffle to your closet to find a jumper to wear. "Your boyfriend's house?" you ask, assuming that the blonde wants a break from her boyfriend as that is why she would usually call you at this hour. 

"No I'm at Leah's" Jill responds, this confuses you, not due to the location but because the only place Jill has ever called you from to leave is her boyfriend's house, she usually isn’t one to leave a team party.

"Why do I need to pick you up?" you ask as you make your way to your car, shivering at the cold air that hits your body.

"Arsenal party. I want to leave, I want to be with you" is all Jill responds, it's clear that the girl has had a bit to drink.

"Okay I'm on my way, I'll be there soon" you respond before hanging up. You sigh, running your hand through your hair and starting up your car.

"Maybe she is finally ready to be with me," you whisper to yourself, pulling out of your parking spot making your way across London to pick up the girl that you are so desperately in love with.

-

‘and none of your friends, have a clue where you're going’

"Jilldo, come play beer pong with us," Jill's teammate Lisa yells across the room, barely being held up by her girlfriend Vivianne.

"I'm okay, I think I'm going to leave actually" Jill responds walking over to the group.

"Where are you going? It's late, why don't you just stay here?” Leah asks, coming up behind the girl, throwing her arms over Jill's shoulders.

"No it's okay, my boyfriend is going to come get me, I already called him," Jill responds, making her way to the front door so she can wait outside for you.

"It's not like you to leave a party early" Vivianne sits on the front step next to Jill, having left her very drunk girlfriend inside so she could keep her friend company.

"I'm just really tired, not in much of a party mood," Jill replies. The two teammates sit in comfortable silence.

Jill sees your car pull up and quickly makes her way to her feet. "Well that's my ride, I'll see you at recovery tomorrow" Jill states, hugging Vivianne rushing to get into your car.

Vivianne sits confused, knowing very well that Jill’s boyfriend owns a black car not a white one. She also catches a glimpse of the person in the driver's seat, and it is definitely a girl, a girl that Vivianne catches Jill kissing prior to them driving off.

Vivianne enters Leah's house and immediately makes her way over to her and Jill's national teammate Daniëlle. "You need to come with me" Vivianne states, dragging Daniëlle away from the conversation she was having with Beth and Lisa.

"What?" Daniëlle whines once the two have made their way into Leah's backyard away from the rest of the party.

"I think Jill is cheating on her boyfriend" Vivianne states in her classic monotone voice.

"What?!" Daniëlle yells, not believing that Jill would be capable of doing something like that.

"I was sitting with her while she waited for her boyfriend to pick her up, and it definitely wasn't him. A girl in a white car pulled up and Jill immediately kissed her when she got in the car” Vivianne explains.

"Seriously? We'll have to ask her about it tomorrow but I really don't believe that she would do something like that" Daniëlle replies, standing up patting Vivianne on the shoulder before making her way inside to continue her conversation that was interrupted.

-

‘now you're at the bar, holding his hand, and i can't be mad, cause he's your man’

"How did you end up convincing us all to hang out? Especially on a weekend when we have played each other" Sam asks you as a bunch of Arsenal and Chelsea girls sit together in a pub enjoying each other's company.

"I'm just such an awesome person and everyone loves me, so you all agreed to come just because I asked" you laugh, it is common knowledge that you make friends easily, thus it is not that unusual that you have been able to convince two enemy teams to hang out after the game, it helps that their game ended in a draw, at least there is no winners versus losers arguments occurring.

While conversation continues amongst the group, you can't help but glare at Jill and her boyfriend who are standing at the bar ordering drinks.

You had wrongly assumed that Jill calling to ask you to pick her up from the party a few weeks prior was her way of saying that she wanted to be with you. That couldn't be any further from the truth though, you found out that the reason Jill had called you was because if she had called her boyfriend she would have been too drunk to not admit that there is something happening between you and her.

The events after the party really caused a bigger rift between the two of you. You were still obviously upset and Jill had resorted to avoiding you due to the talk she had with Vivienne and Daniëlle the next morning, in which she admitted to the two that she was in fact cheating on her boyfriend. She didn't admit with whom but she knew that her teammates were set on finding out, thus she has been avoiding you again in order to not raise suspicions and it was easy for her to do so as you refused to talk to her.

"Glare any more and he might catch fire" Sam whispers to you. The two of you have had many conversations about your situation with Jill and Sam has become a big support for you as you are clearly going insane over your first girl crush. This was something that Sam has told you she has extensive knowledge on, making her the best option for a confidant that you have seeing as all your other gay friends just so happen to be Lionesses teammates who play for Arsenal with Jill. 

"I don't know why she brought him, she knew I would be here, I'm the one who set it up" you sigh, just wishing that you could be in her boyfriend’s place, holding Jill’s hand, whispering in her ear, kissing her cheek, that should be your job not his.

"You said partners were invited, it would be weird if she didn't bring him, everyone would question it," Sam laughs as you continue glaring.

"I should have said gay partners only" you mumble, crossing your arms and leaning back into the booth you are sitting at.

"That would be heterophobic" Sam chuckles loudly at her own joke, this causes a giggle to escape your lips.

"Well I am extremely heterophobic to be fair" you reply, the two of you laughing loudly at the dumb joke. This causes the rest of the table to look at the two wondering what you two are finding so hilarious. What is missed by you is the glare that Sam receives from Jill as she catches yourself and Sam wrapped in each other's arms laughing.

-

‘and i would keep you up, all fuckin night’

Murmurs are heard among the group as Jill drags you out of the bar. Jill had sent her boyfriend home for unknown reasons and now she is leaving with you. any other time something like this occurs it is seen as a perfectly normal occurrence as everyone knows that Jill and yourself are the best of friends but today there are many questions about the situation.

Some people know about what is happening such as Sam and Erin who are preparing themselves for a night of wearing earplugs when they return home.

Others are piecing things together such as Vivianne and Daniëlle who come to the assumption that you are the girl that Jill is cheating on her boyfriend with.

The rest of the two teams are not at all clued in about what is going on but with the way Jill drags you out of the bar and the hushed conversations between both Erin and Sam, and Daniëlle and Vivianne they can tell that something is definitely happening.

"So your place or mine?" you joke as Jill lets go of your arm once the two of you are on the street.

"How about right here?" Jill responds by pulling you in for a passionate kiss, at this moment neither one of the two of you care about anyone watching.

You make it back to your house, and just like when you usually return to your house the two can barely make it into the front door, too caught up in each other to even attempt to make your way into the house properly. 

After many minutes of distractions, mainly the two of you stopping to make out, you finally make your way into your bedroom. Neither of you waste a second, basically throwing your clothes off as you continue kissing passionately.

The hours pass as the two of you catch up with each other, exploring every inch of the other's bodies.

"What time is it?" you sigh as you fall back onto your bed.

"uhhh 430" Jill laughs, crawling her way up to lay on top of you.

"Oh my god, we got back here at like 1700, are you all good?" you tentatively ask Jill as you run your hand through Jill's hair.

"Yep I'm absolutely perfect" Jill replies with a dopey grin, the exhaustion clear on her face, "but now it's time to sleep".

"I agree, goodnight love" you kiss Jill's head almost immediately falling asleep.

-

‘now that your boyfriend, is blowing up your phone’

"Shut up!'' you groan at the repetitive text tone that keeps going off. You reach over to grab the phone, feeling a body in the way. You peek your eyes open seeing the body of your beautiful best friend lying beneath you.

The sight of Jill causes you to forget what you even woke up for, you wrap your arms tightly around the woman and go back to sleep.

Soon enough you discover why you had woken up earlier as the phone continues buzzing every minute or so.

"Love" you whisper in Jill's ear, shaking her awake, "love, your phone keeps going off, can you please deal with it?" 

Jill rolls over checking her phone, she has probably a hundred messages from her boyfriend and she knows she's in trouble.

"Who is it?" you ask, still barely awake.

"My boyfriend, I told him I would go to his house last night but obviously never did" Jill groans, knowing that the admission would cause an argument between the two of you who only just started talking, well, fucking again the day before.

"Wait, what? I thought you broke up with him? I thought that's why you dragged me out of the pub last night? You two are still together?” you ask, now very much awake and frustrated and the blonde haired girl.

"No, I just sent him home so I could spend more time with the girls and I dragged you out of the pub because I was jealous of the way Sam was touching you" Jill admits quietly.

You scoff, "Seriously Jill? As if you have any right to be jealous of anyone. What the hell! I'm going to shower and by the time I'm done I want you out of my house. Don't bother contacting me until you are done with your boyfriend, and I mean actually done with him. I'm telling you now I'm not doing any of this waiting around for you to acknowledge your feelings shit, if I'm taken when you finally open your goddamn eyes then that's your bad luck" you state with no emotion. You are over Jill's bullshit and you know the only way to get through to the Arsenal player is to show her that you don’t care anymore. After your rant you walk away not even sparing a glance at the girl you still happen to be madly in love with.

-

‘i tried to move on but it never seemed right, and i broke my own heart, a few fuckin times’

"Ayyy get it" Erin yells at you as you return to the table that your teammates are sitting at, you just roll your eyes at the girl.

"What's wrong with this one?" Sam asks you, referring to the girl that you had just returned from hooking up with. "Let me guess, she wasn't a blonde midfielder, who plays for arsenal?" Sam laughs, knowing that you are still very much hung up on your best friend.

"I want to get over her so badly, I have the hottest girls hitting on me and all I can think about is her dumb face and even dumber boyfriend" you sigh, leaning into sam's side.

"Well this approach obviously isn't working" Sam laughs at you as you are now cuddling into her.

"No shit" you state dryly looking up at her.

A hushed whisper is only just heard as teammate Millie asks "are they into each other?", this causes you to pause, could Sam be into you?

Without much thought you move upwards catching Sam in a shocking kiss which Sam even more shockingly leans in to. The two of you continue making out, forgetting about the rest of your teammates who are sitting around the table giving each other odd glances.

"I'm not the dirty blonde midfielder who plays for Arsenal, ya know?" Sam laughs as she rubs your cheek lightly.

"You like me though, don't you?" you ask, a sudden rush of confidence coming over you.

"Yeah, I have for a while," Sam replies shyly.

"I'm sorry" you reply sincerely apologising, you know you will never be into Sam the way that she is into you and you feel horrible about it. 

"You have nothing to be sorry about, you know," Sam replies, looking into your eyes, as she does a sad smile make its way onto her face.

"It will always be her and I have to be sorry about that" you sigh standing up.

Sam pulls your arm causing you to trip and fall into her lap.

"I know it will and you don't have to be sorry at all" Sam counters, she kisses you on the cheek before helping you up, both of you making your way out of the club without anything being spoken amongst yourselves and the rest of your confused teammates.

-

‘and you finally call me, "lover i've missed you"’

"Who's ringtone is breaking free from high school musical?" Erin yells as the Chelsea women's team make their way into the locker room.

"Mine!" you yell back, suddenly sprinting into the room, making your way from the back of the group, pushing past teammates and jumping over obstacles to answer the phone.

"Hi" you sigh happily as you answer the phone to Jill.

Erin looks around confused at the display, "what is that about?" she asks Sam as everyone is aware of the fast formed friendship that the two have.

"I've got no clue, maybe she was waiting on an important call?" Sam shrugs back.

"I've missed you so much mijn liefje" you hear Jill speak over the phone.

"Are you done with him?” you ask, the happiness that could be heard in your voice originally is replaced with a cold tone.

"he is, it's you, it’s always been you. You're all I've ever wanted (Y/N) and I'm sorry it took me so long to realise" Jill responds, the smile that makes its way onto your face is one that none of your teammates had ever seen before.

"I knew you'd come to your senses soon enough" you giggle. While it had been months since the two of you had spoken you couldn't help but still be deeply and madly in love with the woman.

"It only took me 3 months," Jill laughs lightly.

"Not including the year and a half before that" your giggling continues.

"So can I come over tonight?" Jill asks.

"Still hiding me from your housemates, hey?" you respond, while your tone does not indicate that you are joking, the wide smile on your face definitely does.

"Ah-um no, I just-" Jill stutters suddenly feeling anxious about the rest of the conversation.

"I'm joking love, I'm at practice til 4, so come over anytime after 5" you smile.

"I will be there at 5. I've missed you so much and I can not wait to see you again” Jill practically yells down the phone.

"Bye my love" you sigh happily.

"Bye mijn liefje" Jill sighs back the same happiness present in her voice as well. 

-

‘you tell me everything you never say out loud, on my bedroom floor, until we pass out’

"You know I fell in love with you the second I saw you" Jill states casually, you are leaning against your bean bag while Jill lays on your lap, happily having her hair played with by you. 

"When did you even first see me?" you ask, trying to piece together the sequence of events that lead to the two of you ending up where you are right now.

"Euros semi-final in 2017" Jill replies easily, the woman will never forget that day, yes, her team won the match which was nice but it was also the day she discovered the most beautiful girl she would ever meet.

"God that was a horrible day" you laugh lightly remembering the devastating loss that England experienced that day. You know that you definitely didn't notice Jill that day, it wouldn't be until at least two years later when you were introduced after a league game that you would notice the blonde midfielder.

"Not for me'' Jill smiles, replaying the moment that she first saw you in her mind.

"I didn't even notice you that day sadly. I never used to pay much attention to opposition, I was very much focused on my football" you admit.

"Oh I'm very aware, I forced leah to introduce us because I was tired of only hearing about you and not being able to know you" Jill admits, this is something that she never thought she would tell you but in this moment she feels like it will help you understand how much she really does love you.

"Wait seriously? Is that why Leah was so set on me coming out with you guys the night we met?" you giggle, excited that Jill was so set on knowing you that she would force a meeting between the two.

"Yep, i needed to meet you" Jill smiles.

"You know you have terrible timing, I was in such a foul mood that night. I lost against you then as well" you sigh, you can feel yourself growing tired but you are enjoying this time with Jill. Usually when the two are together all you ever do is have sex but tonight all you have done is talked for hours and you don’t want this precious moment to end. 

"You're just a sore loser (Y/N/N)" Jill smiles at her own joke waiting for a disagreement from you but when she looks up she is met with your gentle sleeping face, one of your hands stilled in her hair and the other wrapped around Jill’s shoulder. 

Jill doesn't bother moving, instead she just closes her eyes, making herself comfortable in your lap.

-

‘and when we wake up you wanna make out’

Your eyes flutter open as you feel something against her lips. Once you wake up properly you realise that you and Jill are still on your bedroom floor where the two of you fell asleep the night before while in the middle of a conversation.

"Goedemorgen, mijn liefje" Jill mumbles, the two of you had moved around throughout the night and both ended up fully on the ground cuddled into each other on your fluffy rug.

Before you can respond your lips are attacked and yourself and Jill are passionately making out.

"And just when I thought horny Jill was gone, here she is," you laugh, happy to know that the attraction was still there between the two of you.

"Never gone, just on pause for a night" Jill laughs back, "anyway maybe on pause for too long, let's get back to the good stuff" Jill goes straight back to your lips.

The two of you continue your heated make out session for quite awhile, neither of you wanting to be the one to stop things.

"Alright, this has been fun but my back is sore and Emma will be pissed if I can't move tomorrow," you sigh, pushing yourself up off the ground where the two of you were still.

Jill looks annoyed for a second, then her face turns to confusion, lastly she lets out a small 'ohhh' having realised who Emma is.

"Did you forget that Emma is my coach?" you giggle, knowing that Jill just went through a whole jealous cycle within 30 seconds.

"Only for a second," Jill admits quietly.

"You're cute Jilly, so cute" you pull the younger woman in for a kiss.

-

‘i think she might be the love of my life’

You quietly stand in the corner of your living room, while you are usually extremely sociable and the life of the party tonight you regret even hosting this party.

"Why are you standing here alone, horrible hosting" you look up suddenly not realising that anyone was even anywhere near you.

"Sorry Leah, just not in a party mood apparently" you sigh.

"You don't have to apologise. Are you okay though? I’ve never seen you like this before”`Leah asks sincerely, worried about you. 

"Yeah I am really good actually, things are great I am just very much not feeling it right now" you reply.

Jill looks across the room, noticing that you don’t look like you are feeling too good. She makes her way over immediately hugging you into her, knowing that your love language is physical touch and that you most probably could use a good hug at the moment.

"Thank you" you whisper quietly, you instantly feel so much better, more comfortable and more social just from the simple action. 

"Of course mijn liefje, I won't leave your side if you don't want me too" Jill wraps her arm around you waist proudly holding her lover close.

"I'd love you to stay with me but you don't have to, I want you to enjoy your night" you inform her. 

"I'm going to have the best night with you, you're much better company than anyone here" Jill kisses your cheek, an action that isn't missed by Jill's Netherlands teammates Vivianne and Daniëlle.

The two of you stick together for most of the night, at some point though the two of you seperate. You end up in the kitchen with Sam while Jill is cornered by Vivianne and Daniëlle for a conversation that she had been happily avoiding.

"So (Y/N) is the one you are cheating on your boyfriend with?" Daniëlle asks, not being one for the subtle approach, Vivianne hits her arm.

"Sorry about her, but we are both curious," Vivianne informs her slightly younger teammate.

"I'm not cheating on my boyfriend, I broke up with him, but yes it was (Y/N) who I had been seeing" Jill admits, her two teammates smirk at each other, knowing about Jill's attraction to the woman.

"So what's the deal with (Y/N) then?" daniëlle asks.

"I think she might be the love of my life" Jill smiles, happy to finally be able to tell her teammates about the woman she loves.

"So you are talking to Jill again?" Sam asks her teammate, not quite caught up on what is happening between you and Jill.

"Yeah, she was the one who called while we were at training the other week, and ever since she has been trying to make things right" you look at Jill across the room, seeing that it seems like she has been cornered by her teammates.

"So it's serious now?'' Sam asks happily, not a single sign of jealousy or negativity coming from her.

"I think she might be the love of my life" you smile, knowing that Jill is your forever. 

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