#on that same day my mum said something 2 me about 'being happy' or something n i said 'i'm trying. u don't make it easy mother' and she said

[anathemaloren]

flowers and tea

Naomi McPherson x fem!florist!reader

🌼Warnings - 2 curse words? and english is not my first language

🌼Genre - fluff (i guess)

🌼Word count - 3.4k (WHAT?!)

🌼Notes - OH MY GOD, you don't know how much time I've spent writing this like 3k words???? that's just crazy. also, i wrote this in several classes at school, sorry arturo, montse and chus 🙏🏼 and this is dedicated to carolina who tried to peek into the story and i didn't let her, luv ya bubs

Having her own shop was a dream and a nightmare at the same time for Y/n L/n.  Paying the bills, keeping the flowers beautiful the whole day through, being all day on her feet or dealing with rude costumers were all things Y/n wished she could get rid of. But at the same time, she truly loved her job. Being able to surround herself with flowers was a dream come true, and seeing a smile on the face of a happy customer really made her day. Plus, the shop was in a strategic place in Los Angeles where sometimes famous people came through, and she even had a few celebrities who were usual shoppers. Lucy Dacus stopped from time to time to buy flowers in order to dry them, and considered Y/n a friend. Pedro Pascal always bought flowers for his sister from Y/n, and Ashton Irwin loved to stop by for a chat about how to keep his plants as beautiful as Y/n’s. So, Y/n shouldn’t fall easily for a star, right?

          It was a slow day, so Y/n busied herself rearranging flowers on the back of the shop. She was calmly arranging a bouquet of lilies when she heard the bell on top of the door and a pair of shoes rushing in. Curious about who would come bursting in like that, she lowered the volume of the Glenn Miller vinyl that was playing on the background and stepped into the front of the shop while cleaning her hands on her apron. She then saw a person looking like they had run for 10 kilometres, with curls sticking to their red face, and trying to catch some air.

          “Hi.” Y/n said calmly “Can I help you with something?” she asked. “Yeah, I think you would be unbelievably helpful right now” they said, making Y/n chuckle amused. “Tell me, what can I do for you?” she said, taking her notebook out, just in case she needed to write something down. The person standing on the other side of the counter leaned a bit on it and tried to arrange the curls around their head. “It’s my mum’s birthday, and I’ve been so busy that I completely forgot about buying her something, and I love her very much I can’t just not buy her anything, and I’m meeting her tonight, I can’t show up empty handed” they said without stopping, catching a quick deep breath “. So Lucy told me to come here and say to you that she sent me and that you could arrange something with flowers that have meaning for, like… now… could you?” they finished, looking expectantly at Y/n. The girl just blinked a few times, taking all the information in. “Which Lucy sent you?” she asked, testing the person’s connection to her, not truly trusting them yet, even though they looked like a decent person to her. “Ummm… Lucy Dacus?” they said, with caution. Y/n visibly lighted up, smiling at the thought of the black haired girl recommending her to her friends. “Well, you should’ve started with that.” She said, turning around and starting to walk to the back of the shop, turning around again to gesture to the still nameless person to follow her back.

          If the front of the shop was a dream, full of aromatic plants and antique furniture, the back of it was another level of etherealism. Besides another huge amount of plants and flowers, one wall was a window wall, made out of old looking stained glass of art déco style. There was a table with two chairs were Y/n would have tea, sometimes with someone else, and behind the table there was a bookshelf with heaps of books about flowers and their care and meanings. In the middle of the room there was a worktable with a few half-arranged bouquets of lilies of different colours. Y/n moved with ease around the space, and she turned to face the stranger once she got to the workbench, only to find said stranger with their mouth half opened in awe.

          “Are you okay?” Y/n asked, slightly amused with the reaction she was witnessing. The stranger blinked a few times as if to come out of some sort of trance, and responded after centering themselves in the conversation again “Yeah, yeah, fine” they said, making Y/n’s smile a bit brighter. “I’m Naomi, by the way” the stranger said, finally giving a name to the curious person. “Oh, yeas, from Muna, right?” Y/n said, eliciting a nod from Naomi. “Lucy has told me so much about all of you, I don’t know how I couldn’t recognize you the moment you walked in” she said, making Naomi smile a bit. “She really talks about me to you?” Naomi asked, feeling a wave of affection for their friend. “Yeah, she talks about all of you all the time” Y/n said, giggling a bit “. I almost feel like I know you personally sometimes, although meeting you in person makes me realize she forgot to mention some things” she said, standing behind the working table and moving the flowers around to make space for others. “Like what?” Naomi asked, furrowing their brows, thinking that maybe they had given a terrible first impression, when they had been mesmerized with Y/n since they had seen her. The girl standing opposite to them smiled at them coyly before saying nonchalantly “For starters, she forgot to mention you are even more handsome on real life than on pictures.” The comment made the curly haired blush, not expecting the sweet looking florist to be so flirty and straightforward.

          Naomi’s reaction made Y/n giggle, feeling like she couldn’t stop smiling around them. She didn’t know where the confidence to be so bold had come from, either. She then decided to stop messing around and get to work. “So” she said, clearing her throat before continuing ´´, what did you want for your mum?” Naomi shook their head for a second, pulling themselves together about the flirty comment from before, and answered the question “I truly don’t know, I just want to tell her I love her, and flowers seemed like a good option” they said, being truly bad at flowers. “So you want to send a message with these flowers” Y/n said, looking at Naomi attentively. “Yeah, basically” they answered, doubting a bit about the rightness of their answer. “Well, if you want I can arrange a bouquet with flowers that mean that you love her” Y/n smiled, always loving to do bouquets with deep meanings. “Do you mean flowers mean something specific?” Naomi asked, making Y/n clutch her pearls in feigned offense. “Of course they do! That’s my job you’re talking about!” she said, making Naomi laugh. Y/n smiled and walked over to the bookshelf, picking up and old-looking book, with a pink cover and golden details.

          Y/n sat down on one of the chairs of the table, signalling Naomi to sit in the other one. The florist browsed through the book, in which Naomi could only see beautiful illustrations and paragraphs of what they could guess was information about the flowers in the other page. When Y/n finally had all the information she needed, she closed the book and looked up, only to find the curly haired brunet already looking at her. This discovery made the girl blush and Naomi look away immediately, embarrassed about being caught. Y/n decided not to panic, clearing her throat before speaking “I think I’ve found the ideal flowers” she said “. If you follow me, I can show them to you” she continued, while standing up, already blushing a bit again. Where had all the previous confidence gone? The person now standing in front of her was truly messing with her emotions, and they had only met for roughly 25 minutes, even less.

          Y/n waltzed around the room picking up flowers, oblivious to the mesmerized client who was following her. She picked up the flowers and explained their meanings to Naomi “White carnations mean purity, love and beauty; the azaleas are a symbol of womanhood in China, and they are a symbol of love; daisies symbolize purity and innocence; and camellias represent gratitude and longevity” Although Naomi seemed like they were just hypnotized about the girl’s beauty, her words were also enthralling to them. After coming back with the flowers to the worktable, Y/n asked Naomi about their opinion, at which they could only stutter an OK, making the girl working in the bouquet blush and giggle.

          When she finished the bouquet, the mixture of carnations, daisies, azaleas and camellias looked beautiful. Y/n’s talent was something that had Naomi’s mouth open in amazement. Their head couldn’t wrap around the fact that two hands and a few flowers had given such result, the florist’s talent oozing from every aspect of the bouquet. Besides from the big possibility of their mum loving the bouquet, Naomi had also fallen in love with the care and talent Y/n had shown making it. Maybe they had also fallen for the hands responsible of such beauty, and the person who controlled them with so much grace.

          Y/n finished wrapping the bouquet, not really wanting Naomi to leave her shop. But she knew she couldn’t stop a big ass pop star that surely wasn’t going to fall for her. “I think this is finished” she said, nerves flowing through her whole body. “We can go to the front now” she continued, now moving to the front of the shop, bouquet in hand. While Naomi paid with her card, Y/n finished preparing the gift. When she turned around to get the business card she always gave out to first time clients, she hesitated when deciding what complimentary flower to give to Naomi. She finally chose a lavender coloured rose. She nervously put the flower and the card in a bag with the flowers. She didn’t know why she was so shaken, Naomi probably didn’t share her feelings; for fuck’s sake, they had known each other for something more than an hour. When Y/n gave the bag to Naomi their fingers brushed ever so slightly, which resulted in different reactions; Y/n let out a sigh, while Naomi froze immediately. When the florist realized they had spent more time than necessary in that position, she put her hand back as Naomi’s suddenly burned. They just blinked a few times, blushed, turned back and marched through the door mustering a rushed thanks and a farewell. Y/n sighed when Naomi was finally out, leaning on the counter and placing her head between her hands. What a naïve thought, that someone like Naomi McPherson could ever like someone like her. Now, she just had to move on, and try to forget about them.

Lucy Dacus had decided to have a quiet night. She had a nice dinner, placed a few candles and played some soft background music. She then picked up her current read, and with a cup of a delicious tea that Y/n had suggested her, she got ready to relax, plunging down on the armchair she loved the most. That relaxing, though, didn’t last long, as she heard the doorbell ring. She groaned, detangling herself and getting up to open the door. If it was her annoying neighbour again, she was ready to throw hands. However, when she opened the door, there was no nosy neighbour on the other side; instead, Naomi was there, nervously biting her nails, and looking a bit miserable. “Naomi? What are you doing here? Are you okay?” Lucy asked, worried about her friend’s state. “Where the fuck did you send me?” they just said, spreading their arms exasperated. “What?” Lucy just said, sincerely confused. Seeing as the only answer from Naomi was a pair of widened eyes, which lead to Lucy sighing and moving from the door, signalling Naomi to come in. Goodbye, quiet night.

          After a cup of tea, Naomi had calmed down, and they had told Lucy about those afternoon events. “And when I finished dinner with my mum I needed to vent, and as you were the one who told me to go to her, I just…” they finished, trailing down at the end. Lucy nodded in understanding, not needing to hear more from her friend before concluding “So basically, you fell head over heels for her and you think she doesn’t correspond your feelings”. Naomi just mustered a “yeah” while dropping their head in defeat. Lucy nodded again, leaning back on the armchair she was sitting in. “Well, we can kind of know how she feels about you” she said, smiling softly, making Naomi shoot their head up, waiting for a solution for their problems. “Did you keep the flower she gave you with her card?” Lucy said, already knowing the answer. Naomi slowly reached for a pocket in their jacket, taking out a lavender rose. Lucy got up and moved towards a shelf next to a window, where she saw rain starting to pour. She took a book from the shelf, under the curious stare of her friend. The book was a Victorian guide to flower meanings, which Lucy had somehow managed to thrift. She looked through the book sat on the armchair again. She could feel Naomi biting their nails and looking nervously at her. Finally, she found it. “It says here that lavender roses mean…” Lucy stopped, looking kindly at the meaning “It’s a flower that represents enchantment love at first sight” she said, looking again at Naomi, whose mouth was now partly opened in shock and eyes completely opened. They quickly recomposed and started shaking their head in denial. “Come on, Dacus, stop playing” they said, not believing what Lucy was saying. “I’m not” Lucy replied, showing the book to them. Naomi was feeling a weird mix of emotions, between shock, denial and complete confusion, with a tint of utter affection. Was this some kind of sick and twisted joke?

          Naomi got up and started pacing Lucy’s living room, not sure about what that really meant. They knew they had liked Y/n, call it love at first sight if you feel like it, but something had bloomed in that flower shop, and not only the plants. Lucy closed the book and laid back, deciding to leave Naomi to walk around and calm down. They finally did, sitting across Lucy again. Taking a deep breath, the curly haired talked for the first time in the last few minutes, breaking the silence that had settled itself on the room, mixed with the sound of drops of the still pouring rain. “What do you think I should do?” they asked Lucy for advice, with a hint of somewhat fear on their voice. “I can’t decide anything for you” Lucy said, shaking their head. “I’m not asking for instructions, Luce, I want your opinion” Naomi said, in a soft tone. Lucy sighed and leaned towards her friend “Do you like Y/n?” she asked, not really expecting a forward answer. “Yeah, I think I do” Naomi said with a sincere voice, astounding Lucy, who blinked and talked again. “Do you want to tell her that?” “I think I do” they replied again. Lucy questioned Naomi for a third time “I have her address. Do you want me to give it to you?” she said, and spoke again before Naomi could say anything “And don’t say that you think you do” she half-threatened. Her friend closed their mouth, opening it not much of a second later “I truly want her address” Lucy nodded, getting up to write it on a blue piece of paper. When she finished, she folded it and gave it to Naomi, who was standing up, nervously playing with their fingers. The moment they had the paper, they gave a heartfelt hug to Lucy, and then sprinted to the door. Lucy saw them get into their car and smiled softly. She didn’t mind a night not so quiet if it was for the sake of romance.

Y/n was laying on her couch, one feet dangling off it. She laid there, looking at pictures of Naomi on Pinterest, although if someone asked, she was reading the Rilke book that was now laying on the coffee table next to her. She sighed, turning her phone off and keeping to staring to the ceiling. How was she so stupid that she had been so enchanted by someone who had been in her store for an hour. She stood up and picked up the book, deciding it was enough pining for someone she probably would never see again. She read a few pages, but didn’t last long before putting the book in her lap and looking out the window. She looked at the pouring rain, which she loved. She knew she should hate the rain, but she loved the romanticism of it all, even though she knew she would never have her ever so idyllic love confession in the rain.

          Just as she was lost on her thoughts, Y/n heard the doorbell ring. She wondered who the hell would be knocking at that time in the night, even more with that terrible weather, which truly didn’t invite to going out. She kept wondering who it could be as she walked to the door, expecting to see a neighbour or someone trying to sell her some stupid product. However, the only person she found waiting outside of her house was a drenched Naomi. Y/n’s eyes opened wide as she took the sigh in, with her breath getting caught in her throat.

          Y/n talked, although the lump she felt on her throat made it a bit difficult. “What are you doing here?” she said, not being able to move herself from her spot on the door entrance. “I needed to see you” they said, with a tint of hopelessness in their voice. Y/n felt like flowers were blooming in her stomach, with the leaves and petals tickling her stomach. “How did you know where I lived?” Y/n asked again, nerves now flowing through her system. Naomi looked a bit guilty before answering “Lucy gave it to me, I asked her for it”. Y/n made a mental note of scolding her later, but asked the last question she couldn’t stop pondering about. “And why did you want to see me, Naomi?” she said, not sure if she wanted to hear the response. Naomi breathed deeply before replying. “I like you” they said, making Y/n’ world turn upside down in a matter of microseconds. She tried to calm down her breath, that was now working, but too fast for anyone’s liking.

          However, Naomi misinterpreted the silence, thinking that Y/n was somewhat outraged by the statement, apologizing while moving back to what Y/n suspected was their car “I’m sorry, this was a mistake”. Y/n snapped back then, following Naomi to their car with a quick pace “Naomi, wait!” she said, trying to get Naomi to look at her. The curly haired, which hair was now not so curly as it was soaked and stuck to their face, turned around and looked at her with a pained look on their face. Y/n tried to find the words, but they seemed to be stuck to the walls of her throat. Naomi exhaled, turning back once more to unlock their car. Seeing as the opportunity of confessing was slipping through her fingers, Y/n decided to take matter in her own hands… literally. She got closer to Naomi and took their face into their hands, pulling them in for a kiss. The kiss was short and sweet, and Y/n pulled away to see what reaction that had elicited from Naomi. They just stared at Y/n with a look of shock on their face, that didn’t last so long, as their brain decided to finally act. Naomi took Y/n face in her hands and kissed her again, now deepening the kiss. The moment under the rain seemed to last forever, as both their hearts synchronized in loud thumps. When they finally pulled away from one another, the rain kept pouring over them with an astounding force that seemed to mimic the strength of their feelings for one another. They were both soaked as they stood outside of Y/n’s house, smiling to each other like the infatuated idiots that they were.

          “I liked the flower” Naomi said, still not getting away from one another. Y/n laughed, touching her forehead with Naomi’s. “It was not as subtle as I intended it to, I guess” she said, making Naomi laugh now. “I liked it better that way” they voiced, giving a small kiss to the side of Y/n lips. It that was a dream, they both hope they would never wake up.

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[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System pt. 5

MASTERLIST

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4

Roy Kent x Reader

I'm on a roll. Roy Kent making me feel things 🥵 This one is a bit angsty but buckle up - we're getting to the good stuff soon!

Yes, this is the second update in one day... what of it? That picture of his thighs made me do it.

Chapter 5

The rest of the week goes as you’d originally planned for the most part. Lexie was absolutely fine to go to school the next day and you’d already worked out your work plans based on when you were actively trying to avoid Roy. Now, you weren’t so sure that you wanted to do that. By Thursday, you could feel a low ache inside but couldn’t put a finger on it. Work hadn’t been happy that you’d ducked out on Monday afternoon, but you’d tried to fight your corner. It became clearer that they weren’t the business you wanted to work for.

It had left an annoying feeling behind that no matter what you did, you weren’t enough for them. So much so, that by Wednesday, you took in a letter of resignation. They made some noise about becoming more flexible but not wanting to alienate other people who worked for them - they called it ‘special treatment’. You’d argued that everyone should be given more flexibility and more support in their work-life balance - no matter what that life outside of work looked like. They’d painted you as the bad guy and made it look like Lexie was the reason for needing flexibility when, really, you wanted the same for everyone in the business. Giving two months' notice terrified you, it accelerated the need to find a new job. You had savings, but they wouldn’t cover your bills forever. Every night saw you scouring the job sites for something as close to Richmond as possible. But all of that wasn’t the cause of the ache. It was more of an anticipation. Butterflies at rest. You’re approaching the school doors on Thursday afternoon, getting ready to join the queue of people picking up, when you see both Sara and Roy. The butterflies are suddenly up in arms, and the ache explodes into something more. Oh shit.

“Hey! Has your week picked up? Roy said he had to rescue you on Monday, was Andy a total dickbag?”

“Oh god he was horrible, I have no idea looking back now why the fuck I married him. And my week is bloody terrible - I quit my job.”

“What?!”

“Why the fuck did you do that?”

“I couldn’t carry on the way I was, it was a nightmare. With both them and Andy not being remotely supportive it just makes life so difficult.”

“What are you gonna do?” Roy frowned.

“I’m looking for something closer to Richmond if possible. If not, then the city is fine but the company has got to be a bit more progressive than where I am now. Trouble is there’s not much call for deputy Directors.”

“What about skipping the deputy bit?” Sara asked. You shake your head,

“Don’t think it’ll work. Typically that would be too much - more hours, more demanding. I love my work and I can handle demanding - like, really demanding. But I desperately need the flexibility so I can be around for Lexie.” Sara nodded.

“I get you. You should get yourself a Roy, they’re invaluable.” She poked her brother lovingly. You ignore the comment and the fuck off he responds with. “Easter holidays next week! Are you doing anything?”

“I was going to try and go away for the day somewhere. Jump on the train down to Brighton or something?”

“That’s a great idea! I’m off for a couple of days - we should all go.” The girls pour out of school hand in hand and you agree with Sara to plan a beach day trip. In the meantime though, the girls demand another sleepover. “I’m working honey, but if Uncle Roy can take you then of course you can go. As long as it’s ok with Lexie’s mum.”

“Course it is. I’d love to have you, Phoebe. Friday or Saturday, whichever is easiest for you.” You tell Roy.

“Do Saturday and you can all come to the match on Sunday?”

“Yeah, ok, we’d like that.” You smile and the butterflies go crazy. 

~~~~~~~

Lexie insists on a full on pajama party for her sleepover, she makes you bring blankets and pillows downstairs and banishes you to any other room - preferably the kitchen so you can keep them supplied with snacks. By the time Phoebe arrives at 4pm, she’s transformed the living room into some sort of Disney inspired boudoir.

“Come in.” You smile at them both, opening the door wide. Phoebe heads straight for the living room and the door is firmly closed. “Well… I guess they don’t need me.”

“What are you going to do instead?” Roy asks curiously.

“I have a book and a bottle of wine in the kitchen, that’s me all set.” Giggles and bangs sound from the next room, “Not sure I’ll be getting much sleep though. Beer? Wine?”

“Yeah go on then.” He follows you to the kitchen and picks up your book before he’s even sat down. After reading the blurb he takes a picture of the cover.

“You can have it when I’m done.” You offer, turning down the speaker which had been blasting Taylor Swift a little too loudly.

“Not you as well,” he pointed at the speaker. “This is all I get to listen to.”

“They’re 8. She’s like their queen. And yes, I can’t help listening to it as well.” You smile. “Would you like to stay for dinner? I can’t promise Anna and Elsa will join us, but you’re still welcome to stick around.”

“Thanks.” Watching you potter around the kitchen for a while, he picks up the book, makes sure to save your place and flips to the beginning. Assuming he’s engrossed, you concentrate on cutting bell peppers and onions for fajitas, the silence is comfortable, he’s so quiet you pretty much forget he’s there. The music still plays in the background,

“All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life. Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life. And I want you now, wanna need you forever. In the heat of your electric touch,” you sing softly, bopping to the music. It’s not until you go into the pantry under the stairs for spices and see him at the table, watching you, that you remember he’s there. “Fajitas ok?” You stop short and clear your throat. There’s a smile just bubbling in the corner of his mouth, waiting to break free.

“Forget you had company?”

“Fuck off. Maybe.”

“Fajitas are great, thanks.” You forget shyness and awkwardness. It’s your new favourite song so despite his presence, you carry on as you were with slightly less dancing. The girls are persuaded to join you for dinner, even helping you with the homemade guacamole. Roy puts up with the three of you singing along to Taylor Swift at various pitches. “You sound like a bunch of fucking cats.” Phoebe responds by singing loudly down his ear with her wooden spoon microphone.

When the girls are settled with popcorn and a film, you see him to the door. “You’re not stupid, you know.”

“Pardon?”

“Last week. You called yourself stupid. Fucking repeatedly actually, and you’re wrong.”

“Oh. Umm… thanks. Felt pretty stupid. Anyway, like I said, I made a mistake.”

“Yep. Begged me to forget it.” He said quietly. The way he lingered on his words had your heart thumping and your body flooding with desire. You’re sure you must be trembling, your thighs press together and you swear you could come apart just from the way he’s looking at you. But then the girls are dancing through the hall and it’s a sharp reminder that you’re not alone. You see the disappointment flicker in his eyes right before he gives you a small smile, “goodnight. Call me if Phoebe starts playing up. Tickets are waiting for you for the match tomorrow.” You nod, not sure you can trust your voice to stay steady, not really sure you can trust yourself to put a full sentence together.

“Bye.” You whisper. 

~~~~~~

“Lexie! Come on, we need to go and get the train!”

“I can’t find my goggles!”

“You don’t need goggles, darling, the sea is going to be freezing! I know it’s a heatwave but I don’t expect much swimming!” Who were you kidding, two 8 year olds in a heatwave would absolutely be getting in the sea at the first opportunity. You had a beach bag packed with suncream, towels and everything else you could possibly need. You and Sara had planned together so that you didn’t duplicate and have too much to carry. “Lexie! Let’s go!” She bounces down the stairs and straight out the door, leaving you trailing after her. At the station, Sara and Phoebe are already waiting and you're surprised to see Roy with them. “Sorry, couldn’t get Lexie out the door!” You hadn’t seen Roy since the night the girls had their sleepover, apart from seeing him down at pitchside for the football match. It was Tuesday and the last couple of days had felt like an eternity. You feel his eyes looking you up and down as you approach the platform. You get on the tube into the city and change for the train to Brighton. The Easter holidays meant everyone had a similar idea and the trains are packed and hot. Your sundress and hat are no match for the heat, you have to take your hat off and use it to fan both you and Sara. You’ve given the girls the only two seats you could find so the three of you stand to one side to keep the aisle clear.

“Fuck this. I should have driven.”

“Where’s the fun in that!” Sara laughed.

“How are you not hot?” You ask, he’s still in jeans and a t-shirt.

“Thought I was?” He asked quietly while Sara was distracted looking back to check on the girls. You roll your eyes and shake your head, turning away from him to look out of the window. “You look lovely.” He adds, putting a hand on your hip as the train sways you from side to side. He doesn’t move it once the train has steadied. When you get there, you follow the crowds down to the beach, the girls running slightly ahead and Sara and Roy either side of you. As you get closer to the beach, Sara steps in between the girls and takes their hand to keep them close. You get caught up in a group of people but you can still see Sara up in front. Through the crowd, a hand takes yours and pulls you in. Roy interlinks your fingers. “Don’t get fucking lost, we’ll never find you.” He says. Sara waves that she’s found a space and you make your way in her direction, not letting go of his hand. The second you put Lexie’s hat back on her head after smothering her in suncream, she grabs Phoebe’s hand and runs to the sea.

“Stay in sight!” Sara tries shouting after them but it’s impossible to tell whether they’ve heard. 

“I’ll go,” you offer with a grimace, “let’s see how fucking cold it is.” You kick off your sandals and pull your sundress over your head, revealing a royal blue swimsuit underneath.

“Aha!” Sara stops you and throws a bottle in your direction, “cream first. I’ll go and find us some drinks. Beers?”

“Ooh yes please.” She goes off in the direction of the beach vendors. You spray your shoulders and arms with the sticky cream, trying to get as much of your back as you can. Once you’ve finished, you pass the bottle to Roy, avoiding his gaze.

“Be careful,” he says softly, you can’t see his eyes through his dark sunglasses, fortunately. You squeal as the water hits your legs,

“It’s fucking freezing!” You shout to Sara as she returns with three bottles of beer and two of fizzy pop. She leaves everything with Roy and joins you as you watch the girls play mermaids in the cool, shallow water. “This was such a good idea. I needed this.” You hold your hat and look up to the sky, basking in the warm sunshine. 

“Such a good idea,” she agrees. “Though I thought Roy’s brain was going to short circuit when you pulled that bloody dress off! God, it was bad enough when you came down onto the platform earlier - I think he stopped breathing! But then with that underneath,” she gestures up and down your body and whistled,

“Oh don’t be daft.”

“I’m not, you look great. And Roy thinks so too.”

“Hmm if you say so.”

“I’m his sister. I have met every woman he’s ever brought home. Every model, actress, singer… you name it. Back then, when he was younger, he did it because he knew it was what was expected of a hotshot footballer for Chelsea. You get the hot girls. But fuck, they were boring. He was boring when he was with them! Since he’s gotten older, he doesn’t give a shit. Dates whoever he wants. Keeley was lovely but not quite right for him. He might look and act like a grumpy fucker, but he has so much love to give and he wants to be loved. He’s intense, I know. But when he finds the right person, god she’s never going to want for anything.” You’ve both waded into the water up to your thighs, your hands drift across the top of the water. 

“I’ve never been loved like that.” You admit.

“Me either. Be pretty fucking good wouldn’t it?” She laughs. "Also, we definitely deserve it."

"Oh god, we really fucking deserve it!" 

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You manage to persuade the girls to get out of the water for a bit so you can get food. While you've been gone, Roy has dug the girls beach towels from the bags, changed into shorts and is reading. You'd happily thank every god, deity, or lucky star for the sunglasses you're wearing because your eyes are drawn to his legs as if you haven't seen him play football for as long as you can remember. The sun dries you quickly so you pull your dress back on. "Who wants food?" You ask the girls, who are eager to agree. "I see chips. I'll be back as soon as I can, Lexie, be good for Sara and Roy please." 

"I'll help." Roy's on his feet before Sara who wiggles her toes in the sand and waves you both off. It's a short walk to the beach bar, but it's busy so Roy gets you both a beer while you wait. Space is limited but there's one side of a picnic bench spare for you to share. Your knees knock together as people squeeze by and there's hardly enough room for you to sit side by side. He turns on the bench to put one leg either side of the seat and you mirror him. Your back is to his chest but you don't lean back into him. His fingertip traces the strap of your dress from the top of your shoulder down to where it joined the back of your dress, across the centre of your back and up the other strap. His touch makes you shiver, even in the heat of the sun. "You need more cream, you're going pink," he said, "and you have freckles here." His knuckle grazes a line from the back of your ear into the dip of your neck and it's all you can do to breathe normally. The waitress comes over with a tray full of food cartons which you accept, grateful to give your hands something to do. You get up from the bench and hold the tray in one hand so you can offer the other to Roy while he bears his weight on his bad knee to get up from the table. You did it with such little fuss or acknowledgement that he's left staring after you as you start back down the beach to Sara and the girls. You find shade in the afternoon and take it in turns sitting with the bags to get out of the heat while the girls barely stop for more suncream and water. By the time you all pile back into the train home, they're exhausted and you're not much more awake. The return journey is quieter so you get a table with 4 seats. The girls squeeze into one and fall asleep almost instantly. Sara curls into Phoebe and watches out the window. She smiles across at you,

"Such a fucking great idea." She repeats your comment from earlier. 

"We're stopping over next time," you laugh quietly so you don't wake the kids, "I'm knackered!" She agrees and lets her eyes close. You do the same thing, your head coming to rest on Roy's shoulder. As you get back into the city, he brushes the hair from your eyes, 

"Time to wake up, nearly home." Your initial reaction is to push your face further into him, but this only makes him laugh. "Come on, and you," he kicks Sara under the table. No one is happy to be woken up. You drag yourselves to the underground, into a train back to Richmond and finally into Roy's car. It's not even that late - but it's been a long day. He drops Phoebe and Sara off first and then makes his way to yours. Living between the two has been a big bonus in terms of how much they've helped out with Lexie. She's asleep in the car, so he picks her up and carries her up the path. Once you've unlocked the house, he puts her on the sofa while you dump the overflowing bags in the hallway - forgotten hats and stuffed toys from the arcade spilling out. 

"Beer?" You whisper from the doorway, and he nods. You drink them standing side by side in the kitchen. You can't wait for a shower, your skin feels sticky with suncream, sea water, and the ice cream and sweets you've been eating all day. He pushes you gently with his arm, 

"Today was fucking brilliant."

"It really was. You must have spent a fortune winning those toys for the girls."

"Worth it. Won one for you as well, don't forget."

"How could I? I've always wanted a neon pink rubber duck." You grin. "It can keep me company in the bath."

"You're fucking killing me." He mutters, shaking his head. 

"What?"

"I've had to watch you in that swimsuit all fucking day and then you go and say shit like that?" He puts his empty bottle down and turns to stand in front of you, one hand either side of you on the kitchen counter. You're boxed in, but he's giving you enough space. You can tell he's giving you just enough time to say no, if that's what you want to do. You hold his gaze and don't say anything, the tiniest glance at his mouth is all the confirmation he needs to take the same step forward as he did a couple of weeks before. This time when his nose brushes against yours, it's less timid. He captures your mouth in a hot and fierce kiss. You turn your head just so, giving him better access and the hands that had stayed patiently on the counter were on you in half a second. One up in your hair and the other on your hip, your waist, the small of your back, bringing you as close as possible. Your hands move up his arms and around his neck, nails dragging through his hair. You've never been kissed like this before, never. It's so full of longing that it takes your breath away. His body presses against you, pushing you into the counter, his good knee between yours. Your head falls back so you can try to catch your breath but it's impossible when he moves to kiss a path down your neck. You can't help but moan as he nips at your sunburnt skin. You want more, so much more, but you know Lexie is only in the next room and the last thing you'd want is for her to wake up. The kiss has you in pieces already, it's intoxicating. He comes back to your mouth again for a slightly tamer kiss, "you taste like sunshine," he smiles. You open your eyes just to see it and it's beautiful. Both breathless, he takes the smallest step back. Somewhere in the hallway, your phone rings, bringing you both back to reality. You let it ring, reluctant to move away from his touch, eyes still only on each other, when Lexie brings the phone in with a big yawn.

"It's daddy." She says, handing it to you, and you see the defeat in Roy's eyes.

~~~~~

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fic #roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent smut #roy kent fic #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent fluff

[bluegalaxygirl]

Am i Crazy? (Zosan X Reader) P8

Plot: Reader hasn't been sleeping or eating, they wont let anyone touch then and keeps having accidents. Everyone if worried or thinks they've gone crazy but the reality is so much worse.

Warning: Past Domestic abuse, Bad language, blood, mental damage, Making out, nudity and fluff

Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

The sunny stayed docked at the island, Luffy wanted to explore the place and factory while Franky had to fix up the shark sub that your ex washed up into the tree's. Usopp and Luffy were fascinated by the robots but Chopper tried to stay away from them feeling sad about them being people. You managed to sleep for a whole day, It got Sanji a bit worried when you would only wake up for a few minutes to eat and then go right back to sleep but Chopper told him it was normal, your body needed rest and Zoro was more than happy to stay with you, sleeping at your side or cleaning his swords. When you did wake up you felt awful but managed to get a shower and have your bandages changed, you were also surprised that you haven't left the island yet but also a little happy since you really wanted to go out at some point and look for your mother. You just wanted to see if she was ok, On the third day you felt a lot better, rest and food did you well but you were getting sick of being in your room all the time, Sanji refused to let you join them for food and always brought it to you. You love and appreciate your cook but you were worried about him and his arm, he said it was fine and healing well and when Chopper said the same you felt a lot better.

Walking out of your room with fresh cloths and a smile you look down at Chopper and pat his head "Thanks again Chopper, i don't know what id do without you" The doctor smiles and wiggles a little at your words "It's no problem" He waves skipping off leaving you to look out at your old home. Chopper kept his promise like he always does, your wounds were healing nicely and the bruises on your body were almost gone, you could do normal stuff again but you had your mind on one thing. Heading down onto the grassy deck you spot Zoro asleep against wall, walking over you bend down and run your hand over his check, he cracks his eye open with a groan only to smile when he see's its you "So i'm guessing Chopper cleared you" His groggy voice is like music to your ears, you nod as he stretches and gets up off the floor, before you can say anything he pulls you into him and places his lips on yours, you lean in running your hands up his chest and to his shoulders. "I'm so proud of you" Zoro whispers against your lips making you smile wider "Thank you, for putting up with me" you laugh as he rolls his eye and pulls you in for another kiss. "There's nothing to put up with. Your perfect" Zoro pulls away running his hands up your sides.

Sanji walks out of the kitchen, bags in hand and a shopping list, he doesn't know if there's anything here he can buy but its worth a try. As he steps down the stairs the cook lights up a cigarette taking a puff as he looks up to see you and Zoro, a smile forms on the mans face as he walks over to the two of you "Your up" He calls out seeing you turn to face him. You nod and reach your hand out which he gladly takes before taking his cigarette out and kissing you lightly on the lips, you lean in squeezing his hand a little. "You heading out?" Zoro asks as you and Sanji pull away "Yea, you said there used to be a market here, i'm hoping it got moved or something" Sanji shrugs looking out into the town "I can show you around" you speak only for the two to look at you with wide eyes "Your not going back there" Zoro pulls you in closer only for you to sigh "I want to, i-i kinda wanna look for my mum too plus i'm not scared anymore." you smile lightly placing your forehead against Zoro's "I'll have you two with me, right?" you ask hoping he will come. The swordsman sighs and closes his eye before nodding letting you go, so he can take your hand.

You turn to Sanji who looks at you worried so you lean over and kiss his cheek "I'll be fine, trust me" he smiles a little at your words before starting to walk putting his cigarette back in his mouth "Ok fine, but if your feeling sore or tired or mentally not well you tell us" You laugh a little as he holds you hand walking off the ship "of course, my master chef" you squeeze his hand seeing a slight blush on his face. The streets where quiet, old rundown houses and shacks laid out as you walked down the dirt and cobbled floor, people still slept on the streets and hung their washing out to dry, most of them looked skinny and you felt really sad for them. "So where did you use to live?" Zoro asks looking at the houses mainly the ones that didn't have a door just a sheet covering the door way. "To the right and then keep going down until we hit a fork in the road then left" you say mainly to Sanji since Zoro is terrible with directions. You three make your way down the street, the houses looking the same but there were street sighs that were easy to follow.

The house you used to live in soon appeared, it looked just like the others although a window was broken, some of the porch steps were missing and there was a red sheet covering the door way. A clothing line hung outside on two sticks, as you got closer you could make out a woman putting cloths up, but she was young only a little older than you. Stopping just outside the broken gate your heart dropped at the sight of your old home, it looked much worse than when you lived there, the walls were cracked but never this bad, pieces were falling of and the roof was now made of straw. "Can i help you?" the lady asks looking away from her basket of wet clothes and wiping her hands on her skirt. "Sorry i'm looking for a miss L/N, she used to live here" you look over the young woman as she shakes her head "Sorry Hun, it was vacant for a while before i started renting it 2 years ago, The name does sound kind of familiar though... maybe try the factory, most people work there now" She gives you a sad smile which you return, Zoro wraps his arm around your waist as Sanji squeezes your hand "Thank you miss" Sanji smiles at the lady as you three walk away.

You walked in silence as you made your way to the factory, so much was going through your head but you managed to get your thoughts under control looking up at Zoro who pulls you a little closer. "You ok?" He asks placing a kiss on your temple. "Yea, i think its just the unknown that scares me" you sigh before looking over at Sanji who gives you a loving smile and finishing his cigarette throwing it away. The factory was big but there was no smoke coming out of it, people were walking around putting things in large crates and taking apart machines. A woman steps out of the factory carrying a basket full of metal parts, relief rushes through your body "Mom" you call out, the woman turning in shock at your voice and dropping her basket. You smile as she runs at you tears in her eyes and crashes into you with a hug, Sanji and Zoro manage to help you keep your balance while your mother cry's into your shoulder apologizing over and over again. "I'm so sorry my girl, i just wanted you to have a better life, i wasn't thinking right, i know you can never forgive me but i love you" You hold her in your arms, you used to hate her but you knew why she did it, still it didn't make up for everything that happened. A part of you wanted to forgive her but the other part reminded you of how she kept sending you back to him.

You sigh and stroke her hair "I just wanted to make sure your ok" you whisper pulling her away as she ties to dry her face "I'm f-fine" she sniffles before looking up at you again then to Zoro and Sanji, taking them in before looking back at you "So... He was right, you did find someone else" she smiles a little only for Zoro to glare at her and wrap his arm around your shoulder "You talked to him?" The swordsman growls a little making your mother back up a bit but you keep a hold of her arms. "Zoro" Sanji whispers placing a hand on Zoro's arm over your shoulder "Urm yea." you let go of her arms your heart dropping a little "You work for him too?" you ask the small smile gone from your face "Yes, almost everyone works for him here but it keeps us fed, he owns the island or did. He wanted me to help find you and- i know it's no excuse, but he was a very powerful man" Zoro holds you a little tighter getting angry at the woman as Sanji places a hand on your back "You don't think i know that?" Your eyes are on the floor unable to believe that your mother would help him. "You knew what he would do to me if he found me and yet you helped him?" Your eyes shift up to look at her anger boiling through your veins "I-i'm sorry, you know what he's like its just the kind of man he i-" you cut her off with an unexpected slap to the face.

You pant as your hand stings and shakes, Your mother holds her now red cheek with a shocked look. "Y/N" Sanji whispers taking the hand you used to slap your mother trying to calm you down but Zoro didn't step in, he knew you needed this. "How could you still defend him? After everything he's done, not just to me but everyone here" you yell at her, Zoro now putting his arms around your torso to stop you form lunging at your mother. "I'm sorry honey, he was going to hurt me" Your mother try's to defend herself but you've had enough "You? Look at you, not even a scratch, your not skinny like the rest of these people. Do you see what he's done, look at me" you yell your hand going to your bandaged neck. "You don't know what its like to have his hands around your throat or bash your head into the floor or pull your hair as he drags you through the house or even stab you in the back for accidentally turning a shirt pink. You don't know what its like to be isolated form everyone and everything, told when to eat, when to sleep or even if you can, told what to wear or what to say... you've never had to turn to the only person who supposed to love you more than anything only for them to tell you to put up with it" Your eyes are full of tears and your voice starts braking as you yell.

Sanji tried to tell you to stop but his words fell on deaf ears while Zoro keeps holding you back while you scream at your mother pushing against him. Your mother tried to talk only to be cut off by your yelling, the people around look between you and your mother some shocked and others angry understanding what you've been through. "I needed you but you never came so i did it... i made it out, i got away, i did it no thanks to you only for you my own mother to lead him back to me... do you have any idea what he did to me? What he was going to do to my friends, my family?" you asks as she steps back shaking her head trying not to look at you "Look at me" you yell out before Sanji steps in front of you and pulls you into him. You can only hear your heart pounding in your ears but you can feel his heart beat and vibration of him talking. You reach around his back and cling onto his jacket as you try and calm down. Zoro sighs as you stop fighting him loosening his grip on you and checking to see if he hurt you in any way, luckily you were fine, but he still kept hold of you.

Sanji strokes your hair lightly and watches as you start to calm down, your tears drying up and breath going back to normal "There we go" He whispers seeing you look up at him. "I-I" You mother tried to speak only for both boys to turn and give her a deadly glare. "Don't" they both growl as Sanji starts walking with you keeping your mother out of your sight while Zoro steps in front of your mother, he gives her a glare making her shake a little before walking off and puts an arm around your waist and walking you back to the ship "I'm sorry" you whisper not fully understanding what just happened, once you stared talking you couldn't stop. "It's ok love" Sanji smiles lightly at you still keeping you close to his chest. "You really told her off babe, nice job" Zoro rubs your head making you laugh a little. "We're proud of you" Sanji leans down and kisses the top of your head, you look up at him with a small smile before leaning up to kiss him while taking Zoro's hand.

As the Sunny left the island Luffy got brook to play some music as him, Usopp and Chopper danced. Franky joined in a little later and dragged Robin with him, dancing with her as the other three jumped around with drinks and food. Nami watched form her seat as she sat next to you laughing about how silly Usopp and Luffy looked, You couldn't help but laugh too with your head on the navigators shoulder. Zoro sat out-of-the-way drinking like normal as Sanji comes out of the kitchen with drinks, he makes his way round to you and Nami handing the orange haired girl her drink with a smile and then holding his free hand out to you "Come sit with us please" You nod and take his hand saying bye to Nami as you walk with Sanji over to Zoro. The swordsman looks up and pats the grass next to him before holding his free hand out to help you sit down before wrapping his arm around you. Sanji hand you your drink before sitting in the swordsman's lap putting his legs over yours which you gladly hold onto. The three of you enjoy each others company while watching your crew dance around as the sun sets and the moon rises.

Sanji lifts his head up off Zoro's shoulder to grab a cigarette only for the swordsman to put his drink down and grab the cooks hand "I have a better idea" Zoro gives the cook a smug smile before pulling him closer and crashing his lips onto Sanji's. You smile looking up at them seeing Sanji relax into the kiss and place his arms around Zoro's neck. Zoro squeezes the cook tighter and pushes his tongue into his mouth making Sanji moan and grip onto the back of his kimono, the swordsman groans back before pulling away "Better than a cigarette?" He asks earning a nod from the now breathless cook. You giggle at Sanji's flustered face only for the arm around your waist to pull you closer into Zoro's side "I don't know what your laughing at, your next baby" Zoro crashes his lips onto your but you gladly push back wrapping your arms around his neck moving them up to the back of his head to run your finger through his hair. You open you mouth before he can even shove his tongue in and groans into your mouth, liking that your taking the initiative. You moan a little as your tongue and mouth moves with his, sitting up a bit to push into him making him groan again almost melting at your touch.

When you pull away your both panting but smiling at the rough make out "Your so cute when you blush" You tease running a hand over his cheek, he glares at you and leans in "I'm not blushing, you are" he hovers over your lips only for you to bit gently on his bottom lip and pull a little making his cheeks go bright red, you let go letting his lip snap back into place "Really?" you ask as Zoro sits up and turns away to hid his blush. Sanji laughs patting Zoro's chest "They got you there, Ro" The cook smiles before leaning over to you as you place your hand on his cheek and slide it to the back of his head "You want some too?" you ask making the cook nod and place his lips on yours, you both place small kisses on each others lips before you make him stay against your lips licking his bottom lip. Sanji can't help but grab your hips pulling you up so your leaning over him, his head tiled back as he opens his mouth letting you take the lead, you place your hands on his checks then down to his neck while feeling his mouth with your tongue, he doesn't fight you and it feels great. You pull away for air only to go back for more making the cook moan as Zoro's hand runs up and down your back. Your so lucky to these two in your life and your crew are like family to you, how did you get so lucky?

#one piece #polly relationship #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan x reader #zosan fanfic #one piece zosan #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #ronoroa zoro #halloween

[littlexscarletxwitch]

hii! i have a request for florence pugh

could you do write one where florence and r already have a baby boy and they just found out reader’s pregnant again and it just so happens to be almost christmas so all 3 of them go to oxford to visit flo’s family and give them the big news

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿

paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, established relationship, pregnancy, flo being wife material, short blurb

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread

word count: 1,210

note: Tbh I wasn't a fan of writing fics where Florence had a family, I don't know why. But then I wrote that first fic, and I didn't hated it. And then you guys seemed to like it and some people requested more fics like that one, and now I love the idea of either R or Flo being pregnant. Remember that since this is sort of my universe Florence can knocked up R and vice versa (should I write a short blurb of how that would work? ). I hope you like it, anon. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

note 2: HAVE YOU ALL SEEN FLO AT THE BAFTAS??!! I SWEAR THAT LOOK IS KILLING ME

requests are open! + check my rules here &lt;3

You were still processing what your eyes were seeing, when a soft knock on the bathroom door startled you. 

“Babe, is everything okay? You’ve been there for a while now. Nathan here is already missing you.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I’ll be out in a second.”

“Okay. Let’s go and see what Billie is up to, yeah?” you heard Florence said to your one year old son.

Once you heard her steps fading away, your eyes found their way back to the two little lines, a smile formed on your lips. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, you thought you had imagined but the proof was now in your hands. You took a big breath, trying to calm yourself down and opened up the bathroom door and made your way to where Florence and Nathan were. 

You found her in the living room, holding baby Nathan, showing him some of his toys. You smiled at that sight, Florence was a great mother, the best one ever. You knew she was going to love the news.You could tell that raising Nathan was one of the best things that had happened to her, and you knew that this second baby would be just as outstanding to her.

He soon lost interest once he noticed you were in the same room as him. You sat next to them, Nathan reaching his arms out for you to hold him. You placed him on your thighs, looking at his green eyes, the same shade of green as Florence’s. 

“I have to tell you something.”

“Yeah, baby, what is it? Is everything okay?” she asked you, you noticed some concern in her tone but you smiled at her, letting her know that you were, in fact, fine.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just took a test,” she raised her eyebrow at you, not understanding what you were talking about. “A pregnancy test.”

“You did?” her eyes now wide open, she wasn’t expecting those words coming out of your mouth. 

“Yeah, I have been feeling off the past few days and…” 

“Oh my god! Just tell me what it was,” you noticed she couldn’t hold her smile back. 

“Nathan’s going to be a big brother,” she gasped at your answer. 

“Oh my god! Really?!” a big smile was plastered on her face, her eyes getting watery. 

You could only nod, mirroring her smile, warmness spreading in your heart. She leaned in to kiss your lips, then your cheeks and finally your forehead. Then, carefully to not push Nathan away, hugged you and whispered in your ear how much she loved you and Nathan, how happy and grateful she was for the two of you, soon to be three. You could only hug her more tightly to your body, finding comfort in her warmth and whispering back how much you loved her. 

“This is the best Christmas present ever,” she said. 

“You do know it is not Christmas yet, right?” you chuckled. 

“Yeah, yeah, but this is perfect. You are perfect, the three of you are,” you smiled at how corny she was being. 

“Stop it,” you gently smacked her arm, Nathan giggling at her mother’s reaction. 

“Oh, we should tell them all at Christmas dinner. They are going to love it,” you swear you could see stars in her eyes. 

“Of course, my love.”

[...]

It was finally Christmas, and as usual you would be having dinner at Florence’s parents’ house. It was the most exciting Christmas ever, not only were you excited to spend some time with the Pugh, your second family, but you were dying to tell them the news. 

Your family already knew. Since you weren't going to visit them for Christmas you and Florence figured they should know as well. So two days before Christmas, you, Florence and Nathan visited them and told them the big news. Tears from your mother were shed, hugs from your father were given, and happiness and love filled the air. They were more than happy to be grandparents a second time. 

You were now standing on Deborah and Clinton’s front door, Nathan asleep in Florence arms, waiting for the door to be opened. 

“Hey, you three!” Raffie, Florence's youngest sibling, said opening the door to let the three of you in. You noticed Nathan moving around in Florence’s arms, startled by Raffie’s loud words. She quickly noticed that and reached her arms out to her nephew.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, baby. Did I wake you up?” she cooed, her hands making small circles in his little back trying to soothe him. “Let’s go see grandma, yeah? Would you like that?” and she took off to find Deborah, the two of you trailing behind her.

“Oh, my favorite boy is finally here,” Deborah said when she saw her grandson in the arms of her youngest. 

“Ouch,” Toby said from the corner,Raffie and Florence chuckling at their brother.

You and Florence quickly greeted everyone, letting Nathan receive their whole attention. You took a look at all of them, praising your little boy. You couldn't help but smile at that picture, knowing that soon there will be another little baby who will be loved as much as your Nathan. 

[...]

Dinner was filled with laughter, anecdotes and the best roasted turkey ever. It was now time for a little toast, something the Pugh would do every Christmas. Clinton opened up a bottle of champagne and started to pour the beverage into glasses. Once Deborah handed you one, you looked at Florence, trying to tell her that this was the perfect moment. She gasped once she saw you, a grin forming on her lips. 

“Yeah, Y/n can’t have that,” Florence said, carefully snatching the glass from her mother's hands. They all shared a confused look. 

“What? Why?” Raffie asked, mentally accusing her sister of being possessive over you, but instantly throwing away that thought since Florence wasn’t like that. 

“Well, it would be bad for them,” you trailed off, trying to not give away the news so quickly, letting them work out your words. 

“I don’t understand. Bad for–?” Raffie cut herself off, gasping at the realization, you couldn’t hold back your smile anymore. 

“Are you two being serious?” Toby spoke up, now understanding your words because of her sister’s reaction.

“Will someone, please, tell me what’s going on?” Deborah asked, still confused, giving that no one was actually explaining the situation. 

Florence grabbed your free hand, since the other one was holding Nathan, gave it a reassuring squeeze and said, “Y/n is pregnant.”

Now it was Deborah the one who gasped, it took her a whole second to understand her words, “Oh, it’s the best Christmas news ever! Come here you three,” she hugged the three of you, trying to not crush Nathan. Soon, Clinton followed her wife and hugged you all as well. Raffie and Toby waited for their parents to end hugging you, and went in for a hug too. 

After the news was delivered, you all made a toast, Deborah handing you a glass of water this time. 

“Arabella is going to be so mad for missing this dinner,” Raffie said and you used your free hand to smack her arm, trying to suppress your smile. 

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-M

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[mountschelsea]

Enough is enough (2/2)

-not my gif-

Request- Something with mason where he stops being the hands on dad that you are used to and going out with his friends whenever he is free. You try talk to him about it and it ends in a fight. You need help so you go stay at your parents for a couple of weeks leaving mason to reflect and realise what an idiot he is. He comes to see you and sort things out and the baby is really happy to see him. Happy ending please xxx

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You left that night. 

Mason came home a couple hours later to find a note you left him. 

Mason, 

I can’t do this anymore. I have put up with this bullshit for to long and i’m over it.You don’t care about me or your child.I need to get away from you and this situation.Eva deserves better. I deserve better. Im not going to sit around making promises to her i cant keep. Don’t reach out. I think we both need time away. I really love you and Eva does too. Goodbye Mason. 

Mason being a man obviously didn’t care that you asked him not to reach out. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started texting you non stop. He rang and rang your phone. He left so many voicemails he fulled up your inbox and couldn’t leave anymore. 

Mason eventually fell asleep. 

You on the other hand were still driving to your parents house, you had no idea what they would say or even if they would let you stay with them. You had no other choice. You knew mason would go to every single on of your friends house looking for you. 

About an hour later you were there. Sat outside the house you left years ago not on good terms. You sat there for about 20 minutes building up the courage to ring the door bell. Finally you were ready. 

Your finger hovered over the button. As you thought for a split second ‘am i actually going to do this’. You did. 

You heard your mum shout for your dad to open the door. You were deep in your thoughts when your dads voice cut through them. 

“y/n?” He saw your red puffy eyes. He took a while taking every detail of his little girl he hadnt seen in years. Until the landed on the baby carrier. His heart dropped. ‘He was a grandad?’

“Paul whats taking so long the house is getting cold.” Your mum muttered as she came to the door. 

“Y/n baby?” She quickly noticed the baby and your crying eyes. 

“Paul go get their bags.Come in sweetie.” 

You entered everything looked the same. A few new pictures but other than that it was the same. 

“Listen mum...” you were quickly interupted. 

“Did he hurt you?” 

“Mum i can..” you were cut off again.

“Did that boy lay his hands on my little girl.” your dad butted in.

“No” you finally got out. 

“Look mum dad i will explain every thing tomorrow i just need to sleep.” just as you finished talking Eva started to cry. 

“Don’t worry y/n we can handle her you go sleep.” 

“are you sure?” 

“i’m a mum remember, we’ll be fine” 

you gave her a small smile before you left to go upstairs. 

_ 

The next day you woke up to your phone ringing. Again and again. It seems mason had informed everyone you left and told them to try get in touch’. You replied to Lauren and Sofia explaining the whole situation and they promised not to tell Dec or Kai anything. You put your phone back on the bedside table and went to brush your teeth and do your skin care. 

Just as you walked back in, your phone started vibrating. It was Mason. Again. 

You don’t know what came over you put you answered. 

“Y/n?” Mason said letting out a long breath. 

“Mason i told you I needed space”

“Y/n please I’m sorry just come home”. 

“No Mason I told you...” you were cut off by mason desperately speaking again.

“I know what you said, but I cant do this without you. Without Eva. Please. I know i messed up. I’m sorry. I’ll change.”

“Mason you know I can’t.”

“Where are you guys. I’ll come. We’ll talk. We can get through this.” 

“I’m not telling where we are Mason. I’ve told you so many times. I need time and space.”

“Well I’m sorry for not want my child to stay in some random hotel.” 

“We’re not in a hotel.”

“Come on Y/n, I’ve been to everyones house looking for you. Cut the bullshit.” 

“NO MASON! YOU CUT THE BULLSHIT! OUR DAUGHTER IS SAFE AND HAPPY, SHE HASN’T EVEN ASKED FOR YOU ONCE! YOU ACT AS IF I’M TAKING HER AWAY FROM YOU WHEN YOU WERE NEVER THERE AT HOME. WE WILL TALK WHEN I WANT TO TALK.” You snapped at him before ending the call. 

It wasn’t your ideal start to the day but what could you do. 

You decided to go downstairs to get something to eat. You came down to Eva laughing at your Dad pulling funny faces and your mum cooking. 

_

You have been at your parents a week now. You explained the whole thing to them expecting a ‘I told you so’ but all you got back was an apology. They said sorry for everything. For losing touch, for the way they acted the night you left and for not coming to your wedding. 

You finally had decided to go home. 

You packed up your’s and Eva’s things. You had an emotional goodbye with your parents and promised to stay in touch and then you were finally on the road again. 

About an hour had past and you were pulling into the driveway of your’s and Mason’s shared home. You saw his car parked out side which meant he was in. You turned the car off and hesitantly got out. You were to tired to get your stuff out now so you only brought Eva’s baby bag. 

You unlocked the door to see Mason stood there, he looked as if he hadn’t slept since you left. Eva was asleep as you carefully placed her carrier down. You shut the door behind you and you stood there for what felt like years but was only seconds.

Suddenly Mason started walking towards you and quickly grabbed you into the tightest hug ever. You went to speak before mason got there before you. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I can’t live without you. I need you. You and Eva are all i will ever need. I’m a stupid idiot. I was selfish and I can 100% see why you left but I can never live without you, so please forgive me. Please give me a second chance. I will never ever disrespect you ever again. I love you so much, I need you to survive.” 

You stared at him for a moment before speaking. 

“You are an idiot, but I love and need you too.”

_ Veryyy rushed and not proofread but i need more requests so please send some xx

#mason mount #mason mount request #mason mount imagine #mason mount fanfic #mason mount blurb #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount scenarios #footballer x reader #footballers imagine #footballer x y/n

[quodekash]

guys jokezo just made out and now they have to share a bed together. just chew on that for a bit.

NO, DON'T GIVE ME THEM SITTING ON A BUS

GIVE ME WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY HAD TO SLEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THEY MADE OUT

👀

(they made out last night btw)

(just in case anyone forgot)

(and then they had to share a bed)

ass x7

also zo is fully just not doing anything lmao

everyone's pushing with all their might and zo is just 🧍‍♂️

FUIWEBSDGIOUVEWJBOGD

oh the desperate thigh grab

yeah, im with him on this, they need to talk about it. especially about how they had to slEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER THAT

welp. I guess joke's day was just ruined in a slap to the face disguised as a few words

AND THE WAY HE TAKES HIS HAND OFF ZO'S THIGH AFTER THAT????? OUCHHHH

I must say tho, this is really giving episode-6-of-bad-buddy

its very patpran-post-rooftop-kiss-core

the vibes be gay and yearning and very very sad

OKAY, THE MOTHER, FINALLY

a few things to say about her

1. she's gorgeous

2. DAMN she is SHORT

3. I was rewatching the first four episodes yesterday and today because I could, and I noticed in the first episode, zo asked his friends to not tag him in photos they took at the bar, because "I don't want my mum to see"

but my question is... why? he's just out drinking with friends, he's an adult, he's not being irresponsible or anything, so why doesn't he want her to see the photos?

is it something to do with what his mum thinks of him? is she overbearing? does she have high expectations of him? does she kinda suck?

she's probably lovely though, and ill end up adding her to my list-of-fictional-parents-to-get-adopted-by (it's a very long list)

I guess we shall find out today as the episode progresses

oh, honey, you're so queer

the amount of times ive done exactly this

she's so short its hilarious omg

also: ive decided I love his mum

she's so sweet

and neither of them know how to use a stove and I think that's so hilarious and endearing

HSDHSHFSHDHHS

(also: this scene is making me think of akkayan at aye's house having a meal with his mum and rhbgdhjgb)

he's putting two and two together

the few braincells he has that aren't dedicated to debating are whirring in his mind

I can practically hear his thoughts

"he kissed me back... he wants to talk about the kiss... we went on two dates together at his suggestion... he showed up at my house and charmed my mother... he says I have secret admirers..." cmon sweetie youre so close

"WAIT, DOES HE LIKE ME?" omg honeybun you did it!

or maybe he didn't do it

maybe he was still shuffling the pieces in his brain but hadn't put them together and then his mum said something and distracted him

either way: that was hilarious and I want to high five dunk for his acting there

HIGH EXPECTATIONS, I KNEW IT

still love her tho

high expectations suck but she seems wonderful so far (obviously my opinion will change if the circumstances do (like if it turns out she completely sucks) but for now she's made it to the adoption list)

brb, gonna go cry real quick

well now their thumbs are making out

you see, I understand the things he's saying. and I honestly agree with him. if I were ever somehow put in his position, id probably say the same things.

HOWEVER, I just want my bl boys to kiss again and be happy and together and I appreciate the realism over the usual fantasy kinda situation we go for in bls, but I just want them to kissssss

this is very good advice

I hope that jokezo kiss again this episode

also AAAGBRDHFKBG JENGPOK CRUMBS

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S LOSING THEIR MIND OVER JENGPOK AGAIN

BERIUFDJKGBEORPVFD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SHUT UP

SHUT UP SHUT UP

IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

FHEWSDGFVESDV

THIS IS TOO FUNNY

im gonna start crying soon

its so funny

help me

girl is worried

I know this is what jeng told you to do but is during debate club really the right moment

im so certain that she ships it

awwhhhhh

HE SAID IT

HE SAID THE THING

AAAAAAAAA

hell yeah

GOUERJLHDGOBIERVLDNF

AAAAAAAAAAA

IM SCREAMING

THATS IT??

THAT'S THE END OF THE EPISODE??

THEY DIDNT EVEN KISS

OR ADDRESS THE FACT THAT - and I can't stress this enough - THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER FULL-ASS MAKING OUT

omg next episode is gonna be amazing

I can't wait

gekjrdsbfd I love them so much

im like 70% certain they're gonna kiss next episode so fingers crossed

ALSO NITA DEFINITELY SHIPS IT

anyway. that was good. I should go to sleep now

#quodekash's unhidden agenda to watch hidden agenda #hidden agenda #hidden agenda series #hidden agenda the series #jokezo #zojoke #pokjeng #jengpok #joongdunk #aouboom #aou thanaboon #boom tharatorn #joong archen #dunk natachai

[shadowfloofster]

Aghhhh something that's been bothering me for ages and has kinda risen up again is Baghera being Dapper's mum.

I just- I don't like it! Love Baghera she's so cool and she cares for everyone so much and is amazing at building but this is one thing that really bothers me. But she isn't Dapper's other parent.

Why? Because Bad never agreed. He just stopped arguing the point but has never called Dapper their child, only his and calls her "aunt Baghera" to him.

There's a big difference between Dapper being adopted by Baghera and Pomme being adopted by Bad, even though it's the exact same people. And that's agreement.

When Bad came up to Baghera and said he was adopting Pomme, she immediately agreed! Bad said to Baghera what he was doing and she agreed immediately! I don't think he ever called Pomme his daughter until Pomme called him dad! (I point that out as Bad asked to adopt Pomme, so if she didn't want to see him as one of her dads she could refuse without him calling her his daughter immediately)

While Bad was away for 5 days, Dapper asked Baghera to adopt him. The first 5 days Bad takes off after 3 months I'm pretty sure, and Dapper decides he wants to be adopted by someone else then neither take no for an answer when he returnd.

You know what that could imply? Bad isn't good enough. To the character, that could be a MASSIVE slap in the face as a single parent for months and the first time he has a small break he finds out he's been replaced in a way! Then when he argues the point he's dismissed because they're happy so he should just let it be!

The conversation Bad had with Tallulah about wanting to adopt her temporarily till Wilbur was back is a big sign of how Bad might have taken it! He mentions he didn't want her to feel like he was trying to replace Wilbur in anyway and he understood when she said no!

Bad sees family as a BIG thing, others wanted to adopt Tallulah but he told them not to without properly thinking about how it'd make her feel! He waited for a time bringing it up would be right and made sure she knew she could say no and understood he wasn't trying to replace her papi!

It's just always bothered me how quick everyone was to treat Baghera as Dapper's other parent when Bad has never agreed, just stopped arguing the point because he's constantly shot down and basically told to just deal with it.

A mother figure and being his other parent are 2 different things. Ramòn and Tallulah have called Bad a father figure in different ways but he isn't their other parent! There would be 0 issues if Baghera was a mother figure or had talked to Bad before saying she's his mum!

Idk, nothing against any characters or CCs it just- bothers me especially as she keeps calling Dapper her son when Bad still never agreed (and on twitter, it's hard to stay off there when people aren't posting things enough about my fixation here, Dapper was trending and it took 21 posts to find one about Dapper and Bad that wasn't a clip)

#qsmp ramble #qsmp baghera #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp dapper #Yes Dapper's feelings also matter but a kid can't go up to someone and say “adopt me” #then for the person asked to agree and refuse to acknowledge the parent actively in the kids life's feelings about it isn't how things work! #Baghera can still be family without being a parent! #She can still be a mother FIGURE without being a parent! just like how Bad's a father figure to at least 2 other eggs! #Kids don't NEED 2 parents to be happy! #I know it's roleplay but the way Baghera and Dapper went about it is frustrating and the way fandom treats it is infuriating

[captain-mj]

Hiii I just read and love your home video fic and was wondering if you would ever do a part 2? My hearts in shambles <3 thanks for writing and have a good day!

I wasn't sure about this but then thought... why not? I love this style of story so much :)

There was a long pause afterwards. None of them really seemed to know what to do.

Quietly, as if afraid he'd break something, Ghost grabbed a tape. He turned it over in his hands to make sure it was the right one and the quietly replaced it and turned it on.

Soap scooted over, well aware that Ghost didn't like being in the middle of the people. The contact made him uncomfortable. Ghost looked grateful as he settled in next to him. Price sat in his chair on the other side.

The video started. Simon was younger again. Clearly a teen. He was helping his mom put ornaments on the tree, just tall enough to reach the top. She was beaming, but she looked tired.

The door opened and they both shrank a bit as his dad came in. Neither stopped what they were doing though.

"Never wanted him to know how tense he made us." Ghost explained after a moment. "Couldn't let him know."

Soap frowned a little as he watched them. They put an angel on the tree and his mom made a motion to pray.

"Catholic?"

"Protestant. Devout. Took us once when we were little." Ghost leaned into Soap.

Once his dad walked away, they relax and continue decorating. His mom reaches up and ruffles his hair again and Simon beamed.

"You were a mama's boy?" Gaz gasped.

"Yeah. Little bit." Ghost admitted, not sounding ashamed of it. "She was the best Mom I couldn't asked for."

Soap's heart hurt. He gently put his hand on Ghost's thigh.

Tommy came down, smoking. He offered it to Simon who took it. Their mom made a face, but she didn't reprimand them. She shook her head when Simon offered it anyway.

"Get lost boys, I have to wrap presents."

"Mum, don't you think we're a bit old?" Tommy started, despite looking 13 at the oldest. She turned around and gave him a look Soap would recognize anywhere. It was the same look Ghost gave them when they did or said something stupid. He immediately winced. "You're right Mum! We'll go upstairs."

Simon was already going up the stairs and she shook her head. "Those boys."

"Just like me right?" There was their dad again. His voice made Ghost tense.

She smiled. "Yeah, I guess so Frank." She averted her eyes and started to grab the presents from the closet. She wrapped them quietly while Frank watched.

"You spoil them."

"They're kids. It's Christmas. We have more than enough money."

"My money."

She fixed him with a glare so harsh that Soap cringed. "Well, what were you going to spend it on? Needles?"

"Don't fucking talk to me like that Mary."

Before they continued arguing, Ghost turned it off. "Wrong one."

"Ah..."

Ghost put a different one in. This one was of a concert. For the Wiggles.

Tommy and Simon stood out like sore thumbs. Being both taller than most of the parents and dressed in black clothing. Simon had eyeliner on and his hair looked different. Joseph was bouncing between them.

"Wiggles! The Wiggles!!" He bounced up and down even faster and Tommy picked him up.

"Better than the concerts we went to as a kid right Si?"

Simon smiled. "Lot cooler. Isn't that right Joseph?"

Joseph wiggled excitedly and kept yelling about it. He looked so excited and both of them looked happy to be there.

Simon took the camera and Beth stood beside Tommy. "Here to the Wiggles."

"The Wiggles!" The three of them said excitedly, squishing Joseph between them. Tommy glanced at Beth with such an overwhelming amount of love it made Soap jealous.

"You two are sickening."

"Fuck off."

"Language, Beth."

The tiny woman looked like she was going to attack him like a dog. He laughed though and kissed her, the two of them softening.

"Turn the camera off."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We got his reaction. That's all we care about."

The next video was Tommy, a baby Joseph and Simon on the couch. They looked confused.

"I found out today that they didn't want many kids movies."

Tommy shrugged. "Dad didn't like them. Plus they're lame."

Simon mirrored his shrug. "I mean... They're just movies."

"I think you guys would really like the Last Unicorn though."

"Why?" Simon asked, tilting his head.

"Just... thought you'd like it."

There was a brief crackle before showing the movie had been playing. And it was on the speech.

"I can feel this body dying all around me."

She panned the camera to Tommy who was sobbing on Simon's shoulder. Simon's mouth was open and he was staring in what could only be described as devastation.

"You boys okay?"

Tommy sobbed louder. "She... She..." Simon rubbed his back.

"It's okay, Tommy. It's alright..."

She was clearly giggling. "I'm sorry guys. I didn't... Oh dear."

" I can feel it rotting all around me. How can anything that is going to die be real? How can it be truly beautiful?"

Simon crumpled. He covered his face and was completely silent.

"Oh no! Boys!"

Simon shook his head. "That poor unicorn..." He sounded so distressed.

She looked at Joseph who clearly was sleeping. He looked peaceful.

Another crackle as the video was turned off and back on. Simon recorded Beth and Tommy sleeping on top of each other. He turned off the TV and they could see that he was wearing eye makeup.

"I fucking hate kid's movies." Simon growled as he closed the camera.

"I still fucking hate kid's movies. She showed us Bridge to Terabithia a week after that. I fucking feel for it again."

"Did you cry?"

"No."

Price shook his head. "Because you can't. Don't let him fool you."

Soap decided to be bold. "The video you walked in on."

"It came a few weeks after I got back." Ghost explained. "Tommy picked me up. I still had bandages. Stuck in that stupid hospital for four months and I still had bandages."

Soap squeezed his hand. He wanted to provide some comfort.

"He was a great little brother. Fucking Dick. But a great little brother." Ghost squeezed his hand.

Price stood up and searched. He clearly had something specific in mind and Soap wondered how many times he had watched them.

The video that came on was of a hospital. A very tired looking Beth was laying down in the bed.

"You alright?" Simon asked.

"Yeah. I'm good. They said this labor was easy. Easy." She smiled up at him.

"You know I don't think childbirth can be that bad. I was pretty young but it didn't hurt me." Simon smiled.

Beth stared at him for a minute before pinching her nose. "That was awful. This is why you're fucking single." Her shoulders were shaking as she clearly laughed.

Simon laughed and put his arm around her. "I'm glad you're okay though."

Beth hit him hard in the gut and he groaned but still smiled. "Gonna hold the baby?"

"Absolutely not."

"Come on. What are you afraid of? He doesn't have teeth."

"What if I drop him?"

Beth blinked. "You hold sniper rifles all day."

"I can't shoot a sniper rifle. And if I drop a rifle, it doesn't get brain damage."

"Hold the damn kid, Simon. You're an uncle now."

Simon did not look pleased. He didn't get to respond though because Tommy appeared with a freshly cleaned infant. Immediately he tried to hand it to Simon who pulled his hands away unsure.

"Dude. Come on."

"I've never been around babies before!"

"Neither have I! You just support the head you numpty."

Simon very awkwardly took the baby, smushing him to his chest. He grinned awkwardly.

"Did you tell him the name yet?" Beth asked.

"Joseph right? Bit of a lame name honestly." Simon didn't take his eyes off the tiny bundle.

"Joseph Simon Riley." Tommy said softly, smiling just a little.

Simon looked up before biting his lip like he was holding back tears. "Oh..."

"Thought it was only natural. If my son turned out like you... well. He wouldn't be half bad." Tommy smiled at him.

Simon cradled Joseph just a little closer to his chest and nodded. "I'd never let anything happen to you guys."

Tommy laughed. "I know, you goof."

The video continued on but it didn't seem very important all of a sudden. Ghost had turned away, hand now digging into Soap's thigh to ground himself.

"I did. I did let something happen."

"Simon." Price started.

Ghost just shook his head. "Don't worry Price. I'm fine. I'm glad I have them back."

Soap wondered if it was the videos themselves or the people in them that he was referring to.

"You okay Ghost?"

"Yeah. I will be. I'll get there."

Soap watched Ghost. He really didn't cry. But he could see the depth of grief there. He had been lucky enough to never experience it.

"You want a cup of tea?"

"Yeah. I'd love that."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick

[foxes-that-run]

Keep Driving

I love him so much. My 1 step plan to make anyone love him is watching him perform.

He said of Keep Driving when he first played it at the NY ONO show:

And before the next song, I wanna say thank you to my good friend and collaborator Mitchell Rowland! Say hi daddy! (laughs) I wrote this next song with Mitch and he supports me in every way possible, he literally makes me sound so much better, thank you for being on stage with me and thank you Sarah!

The screen s when he performed it on love on tour were lover/fine line pink & blue.

Keep Driving is a stream of consciousness, snapshot moments of a life, interspersed with asking his love if they should continue, noting they have overcome hard times. The tempo is important, it becomes more disjointed and chaotic when he is distracted and it calms and returns to a happy pace when he communicates with his love, checking in how they are. The question is almost rhetorical, he wants to continue and is reminding himself to not lose the connection with his muse.

Harry and Taylor have sung about communication and being tongue tied a lot, so Keep Driving is important growth. To me, it sounds like the way Harry posts to social media, seemingly random things that hold meaning to him. It could almost be 'should I keep scrolling?' as that also speaks to interaction without communication.

The title is a Haylor theme, @womanexile has a post of the times they refer to driving here, which is many of their pivotal songs.

Lyrics

Black and white film camera Yellow sunglasses Ashtray, swimming pool Hot wax, jump off the roof

The B&W film camera makes me think of polaroids and Taylor's OOTW line "You took a polaroid of us and discovered the rest of the world was in B&W and we were in screaming colour." A line Harry referenced in his IG feed for 2 years from when that song came out, they were seen at the same place on the dates of most colour photos.

Taylor wore yellow sunglasses and a men's shirt in the 22 MV shoot. The 22 MV also has a with a pool and acting up.

Harry refers to hot wax in Hunger "Candles burnt down to the floor / Wearing less than you wore before"

A small concern with how the engine sounds We held darkness in withheld clouds I would ask, "Should we just keep driving?"

Harry can hear their is a concern with the relationships engine, he notes they have overcome troubles before and rather than running he talks to his partner. Huge progress on communication.

This chorus plays an important role in the tempo and meaning of the song, stopping and talking to each other to ask 'should we keep driving' calms the tempo down, when he and his beloved stop talking and get distracted by the other things it gets chaotic. The message is to communicate. He can see a trouble in the relationship, but they overcome difficult times before, by communicating things calm and it continues.

I Know Places: "Something happens when everybody finds out, see the vultures circling dark clouds" also the Me! MV has their phantom/ghost as a cloud. The Late Night Talking MV also has dark storm clouds at 2:37.

Maple syrup, coffee Pancakes for two Hash brown, egg yolk I will always love you

This verse is telling of a private times together, with common breakfast items. Harry has also referred to breakfast in the unreleased Hunger "We would stay in my house for days / Spilling breakfast on pillowcases"

Passports in footwells Kiss her and don't tells Wine glass, puff pass, tea with cyborgs Riot America, science and edibles Life hacks going viral in the bathroom

Harry missed his flight before the NYE kiss because he left his passport in his mum's car.

Kiss her and don’t tells is self explanatory, but speaks to the long period of time Harry was dating Taylor and constantly asked about her in interviews. The point he made audiences laughing because he’d say “I think the thing is with songwriting…”

Cyborgs are in the Ready for it Music Video. In the BTS Taylor also (1:25) calls them this. The BTS videos are messing with H, complete with edging the way she speaks and how sassily she says her and Joe's birth years will be together.

Cocaine, side boob Choke her with a sea view Toothache, bad move Just act normal Moka pot Monday, it's all good Hey, you Should we just keep driving?

So much attention is on the cocaine line here and in daylight. He did have some tiny pupils in late 1D days. To Howard Stern he said "Who ultimately do you want to be at the end of the day?' You don't want to be the guy who died. You don't want to be the guy who's like whacked out on drugs. You want to be the guy who's 70 and playing for three hours because he can, and he wants to, and everyone's loving it, and he's having fun." Gosh I want that for him.

Harry referenced the Seaview in the Adore you video. Taylor and Harry have both referenced sea views, with the Cannes IG posts, the sl*t lyric video and promotion for cruel summer.

There's no sideboob shortage around Mr Styles. OW had some when this song was coming out, but HH was mostly written before before they met. I think this is Taylor at the 2013 People's Choice awards. It was 2 weeks after the boat break up, rumors if there was shading or a hickey, different Red era style. She also had sideboob at the 2013 VMSs when they may have gotten back together.

Taylor chipped a tooth on stage and just acted normal. This happened August 2013 while they dated.

Finally Harry has sung about Coffee three times, always about communication, which is the message of the song: Falling "And the coffee's out / At the Beachwood Café", Music for a Sushi Restaurant "Late night, game time / Coffee on the stove, yeah" and here.

#haylor #keep driving #harry styles #harry’s house

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

i'm so tempted to send you like twenty of these things so i can better pick through your beautiful brain BUT i have managed to whittle it down to a semi-sane number!

as many or as little as you feel like answering!

2, 4, 13, 19, 31, 35, 49, 73

💚💚💚

Thank you, you amazing human you <3

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

So I try to write happy endings, or at least ending on an upbeat note with things heading in the right direction, and that was the plan for the honesty of pain. I wrote a scene with Paddy O'Gara picking Jamie up the morning after his confrontation with his father and bringing him to Ethihad for treatment. And it was going to end with Jamie showing up at his Mum's (where they would rebuild their relationship in another story). But, it felt too easy, ending on an upbeat note, so I ended it on a depressing note which aligned more with where Jamie is between seasons 1 and 2.

4. answered here.

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

I think just this lovely community here. I've loved becoming friends with so many wonderful people and amazingly talented writers. People like you my friend who are so supportive and kind and just lovely, lovely people. I don't tell any of my IRL friends about my writing. I don't know if I would find it as rewarding without all of you to share the process with and have a front row seat to watching all of you go through the same process. Love to all of you!

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

So what I read is definitely not like what I write. I love reading thriller type books.

31. tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write

Roy’s sister. We only see her in two scenes but those are her at work and then her interacting with her daughter and brother and I feel like we got a lot out of those two scenes but at the same time I don’t worry too much about it being OOC because we know so little about her. And as a little sister who delights in bothering my brother, I love to write that for her and Roy as well. Plus since I write so much whump it’s such a cheat code to have her involved in all that.

35. tell us about a character who’s very different than you who you love a whole lot

Oh gosh, I guess my beloved, Jamie. He’s so confident and secure in himself for the most part, and outgoing, wants to be the center etc etc. And that’s just not me, I’m very quiet until I get to know you (then I’m a sarcastic bitch).

49. do you want to be published some day?

I’ve had dreams of writing for years, but I’ve never actually attempted to write something original. I’m not sure I have the creativity to write a full novel or the discipline or intelligence to write one. Technically I did win a poetry contest in 4th grade and my poem was published in a poetry book but alas that is lost to time.

73. how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

I visualize it like it’s the show, but sometimes the words just flow. Some scenes I have a general idea and others I’ve visualized in full detail by the time I start typing.

#thank you thank you thank you #seriously this makes my day #i'm supposed to be away for the weekend but i'm taken sick so its just me and my couch currently #and my laptop #i'm hoping my brain will clear enough to let me write but so far it's only tumblr level #writing ask game #ask box is always open

[justwinwin]

Uncertainties | Yuta

Pairing: Yuta x Reader

Genre: Angst, happy ending

Description: Fighting was becoming a constant in your relationship, and Yuta couldn't handle it anymore.

Word Count: 1293

"Can we just go, leave this conversation for later, pretend we're a happy couple for just 2 hours," you say with a huff whilst grabbing your keys and purse, "can you do that?"

Yuta plops on the couch and watches you with a glare.

"Seriously? You want me to pretend like we don't fight every single day about the same stupid things," his voice was raising, and you knew you weren't going to make it out the door now that he's settled himself on the couch.

"Yuta, please. Don't make this any more difficult. We told Mark we'd meet him ten minutes ago, let's just go, and we can discuss the issue later," your failed attempt at convincing him to leave with you fell on deaf ears. Mark had made dinner plans with you and Yuta, including the rest of the boys and those who had partners.

Unfortunately, whilst getting ready, Yuta was visibly in no rush to do so. Ten minutes before leaving, you call out to him and ask if he was ready, which according to him was your one-hundredth time asking the question.

"It's a valid question, we have to leave in ten minutes," you respond back with a bite.

"And I told you, I will be ready, get off my ass, goddammit," you glare at him and finish styling your hair.

"Don't start; I don't want to argue, I just want to have a good night, but you're being so difficult."

Yuta stops midway from buttoning up his shirt, "really? of course, it's my fault again. I'm always the reason why we argue?"

"I didn't say that."

"Oh, but you meant it," he continues with getting dressed, but with such aggression, you notice he had mismatched a button. You stand up to help him.

"No, I didn't. All I'm saying is, we have to leave soon and you only just started getting ready," you reach over to assist him in buttoning his shirt, but he shoves your hand away. Shocked was an understatement. You no longer had the patience to tolerate his rudeness and turned around to head downstairs and grab your belongings.

Which leads you to where you are now with Yuta on the couch and you fuming.

"Yuta, why are you being like this?" your voice cracked due to being strained from all the petty fights over the past couple of weeks. There's no telling what exactly brings out these quarrels, possibly from the stress of both of your jobs, and not being able to see each other as often or effort from both you and Yuta had just been lacking.

"Being like what?"

"Like," you bring your arms up in exasperation, desperately trying to find the words to explain what you were trying to get across to him, "like you don't care anymore"

"What do you mean? You've been coming at me all day every day about the littlest things, getting mad when I don't do my dishes, when I don't put my toothbrush back properly, or when I make the bed, and it doesn't look exactly how you want it to."

"First of all, I'm your girlfriend, not your mum. You should know how to do all of those things. I'm not here to pick up after yourself. And secondly, I don't get mad at you all the time about those things. I'm simply telling you to put effort in keeping the house clean."

Yuta rolls his eyes, "you're overbearing y/n, I'm so sick of it,"

Something about the way he said those words cut deep into your heart, possibly his tone, or the way his eyes stared seriously into your eyes. You knew he meant it. But he didn't care. Even when your eyes had gotten softer and the corners of your lips turned down. He never noticed how upset that had made you feel.

"If you're so sick of it then why are you still here?" your voice cracks and you could no longer hold eye contact with his icy, piercing eyes.

"Because, I'm your boyfriend," he scoffs matter-of-factly, "just get off my back." He stands up and turns his body towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" your mind was telling you to let him go, he didn't deserve your tears, and you definitely should not allow him to witness your vulnerability after being the reason why you were upset. But your heart was aching, feeling bruised and beaten up by the simple fact that your boyfriend could not care less about what he was doing to you.

"Go to dinner, I don't care. I'm going to sleep," he responded lazily.

"Yuta, we need to talk about this, you can't just leave like that. Can you please come back here," your mind cringed at the way you had begged. But a part of you was scared. Frightened of the multitude of outcomes that could occur by the end of tonight.

"Just go, y/n"

Your mind was racing, you had no idea why he was like this, and you could no longer deal with it anymore.

"Do you even still want to be with me? Please, save me the trouble and just say it right here, right now." you shout back at him. Your emotions spilling out. Your eyes welling up and your hand gripping tightly the purse that was in your hand. Yuta stiffened, hand on the rail, and his back turned towards you. Slowly, he turned around to face you.

His face was no longer straight and cold. His eyes had softened and eyes furrowed in confusion. You could see him recoiling, tracing back the steps he'd taken to get to this point, and you could see the way he'd wanted to turn back time and not say anything harsh to you.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry," Yuta slowly made his way towards, scared that you might leave, but if anything it was you who was frightened with how he'd been acting.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me. I know I'm being petty, and I tell myself to shut up, apologise, and everything will be okay. But then I just get aggressive and act like such a dick to you when all you're trying to do is make us work.

"I'm so sorry, y/n. I don't want to make excuses, no matter what I've been a dick. But we're always so busy that we barely can make time for each other, and I know I should handle this better but I just miss you. I feel like we're being so distant like we're living two separate lives even though we live with each other. And I don't know, maybe I'm just jealous, that other people get to see you smile more than I can. This is such a lame excuse, I know, but I miss you, and I'm sorry."

"You could have told me all of this, we could have worked it out. I'm here to talk to you always; I'm here to listen always. I'm your girlfriend Yuta, not your roommate," you allow him to stand close to you, breathing in the scent that you had missed. Despite living with each other, as he said, you barely had much one-on-one.

"I know, I should I have, and from now on, if I have a problem, if I'm feeling uncertain about something, I will talk to you. I love you so much, you have no idea. I don't ever want to leave you, y/n"

You smile at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and staring up into his kind eyes. There you could see the dark circles under his eyes, and the stress lines forming on his forehead.

"I love you too, Yuta."

#yuta #yuta angst #nct #nct127 #nct dream #nct angst #nct imagines #nct fluff

[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System pt. 6

MASTERLIST

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5

Roy Kent x Reader

Are you ready? Cos we get really very spicy now my friends so.... be warned. Also, good god I think I'm in love with Roy Kent.

Chapter 6

She pushes the phone into your hand so you have no choice but to bring it to your ear, you still watch Roy who's moved to the otherside of the room. Your heart is still pounding and you feel like you've been given an electric shock. 

"Yeah?" You ask into the phone. 

"Can we talk?"

"Umm, we've just got back from the beach. I'll get Lexie settled and call you back?" You hang up without waiting for any real response.

"I'd better go." He says. 

"Thanks for a cool day Roy! Thanks for winning my unicorn teddy and the ice creams and for letting me go on your shoulders and… and… everything!" Lexie says jumping from foot to foot. 

"Thank you for the best day Lex. We should go again in the summer."

"Yeaaaaaah! Can we mum?"

"Of course we can bunny. Let's get you ready for bed, huh?" She zooms into the living room to gather up the new toys for her room while you see Roy to the door. "I'll see you soon?" You sound unsure, you've no idea where his head is at after the kiss. No idea where your own head is, really. You still feel a little dizzy from it and the coil in your belly is wound even tighter. 

"Yeah, see you soon." His eye catches the sunburn on your shoulders, now joined by beard burn and a little bite mark. He brushes it lightly with his finger and you can't help but lean into him. "Should have put some more cream on." He says quietly before closing the door behind him. You're left in the hallway in a weird limbo of being disappointed that he left and unbelievably turned on. It wasn’t fair, you should be on cloud 9. Instead, you head upstairs and concentrate on real life. You get Lexie into the bath and bed before doing the same yourself. You reluctantly pick up your phone to call Andy back, seeing that Sara has sent some pictures from the day with plenty of sunshine, ice cream and beer emojis on a group message to both you and Roy. There’s the kids playing in the sand, you and the girls looking at the shells you’d collected, one of you pointing and laughing at something out of focus - head thrown back, sunkissed and happy. In the picture, Roy is next to you but he’s not looking at whatever it is that’s got your attention, he’s looking at you. There are others - really great photos, a selfie of the three of you and then one of the five of you. They make your heart flutter. You respond with a heart emoji, not quite able to put into words just how much they all mean to you - and that’s without confronting your growing feelings for Roy. The photos were exactly what you needed for your next task. You press Andy’s contact picture and let it ring.

“Thanks for calling back.” You’re surprised, it’s the most civilised he's been for months. 

“Sorry it took a while. We both needed to get half a beach off us.”

“Did you have a good day? Did you go alone?”

“We went with one of Lexie’s friends from school. It was a lovely day.”

“She said you’re changing jobs.” 

“Yeah, handed my notice in last week. I’ve got about 6 weeks left.”

“You… don’t need to do that you know. Maybe we could work something out?”

“What do you mean?”

“I miss you.”

“Are you pissed?”

“No! Why?”

“You’ve been an absolute fucking nightmare for months - you’ve punished me and belittled me and shamed me for having a better job than you and what? Now I’m giving it up, you think we can get back together? Are you for real right now?” You’re trying to keep your voice down but you don’t think you’ve felt a rage like this in your life. Not even when you were both fighting constantly. 

“I just thought it would be good for Lexie, mum and dad together, making it work?” He mumbled.

“What’s good for Lexie is a happy family life - even if that’s separately. Making it work? Making both of us miserable more like.”

“I wasn’t miserable with you.”

“You had an odd way of showing it Andy. You’ve barely laid a finger on me for years, you criticise everything I do. I’m sorry, I can’t make Lexie happy by destroying myself in the process. I deserve to be really, really loved and you can’t do that. What’s this really about?” You’ve stripped away his arguments, Lexie being his trump card, he has no comeback.

“Lexie keeps talking about your new friends. I just thought… is there anything I can do to change-”

“No Andy, you’ll never change my mind on this. I wish I’d been brave enough to leave you rather than wait for you to leave me to be honest. We won’t talk about this again. Goodnight.” Absolute wanker! You hang up and grab a pillow to scream into. Jealousy, of course. You’d seen it briefly when you’d gone to his flat to pick Lexie up when she’d been poorly but because you’d seen him so rarely recently it hadn’t really registered. You could laugh, it’s only taken him the best part of 8 years for him to actually feel anything for you. 

The next couple of days are a blur of Easter holiday club for Lexie and work for you. There’s still no luck on the job front which makes you nervous, and Andy’s done you the decency of not calling you again. You’d naively hoped that he’d woken the next morning with a hangover and had been appalled at his own behaviour, but you also didn’t really care. Sara had taken to using the group message she’d sent the photos on for childcare planning - it made sense but it also meant that you didn’t have any other excuse for solely messaging Roy. When you finally unpacked the bags of junk from the beach day, you found his book rather than yours in the bag. You were picking the girls up that afternoon and taking Phoebe straight to her nans where Sara would pick her up. They came out of school with paint up their arms and in their hair from the craft activities laid on for them. You were looking forward to seeing Roy’s mum again and she welcomed you as she had before, with a huge hug. She was over the moon to finally meet Lexie who took to her immediately. When Sara arrived back from work a little while later, the girls helped her shake off her tiredness with a dance party (Taylor Swift of course) so the five of you - including Roy’s mum - were dancing around with music blasting, singing at the top of your lungs.

“Standing by and waiting at your back door, all this time, how could you not know, baby? You belong with me, you belong with me!” Until Phoebe screeched,

“Uncle Royyyy! I haven’t seen you for ages!”

“You saw me like two days ago you little weirdo.” He said surveying the chaos ahead of him. “Having fun?”

“It’s a dance party! Sara was sleepy so we needed to wake her up.” Lexie told him.

“Sara’s still sleepy but thanks for trying, guys.” She laughs.

“Come on Lexie-loo. Time for us to go.”

“But muuum!”

“No buts, we need to get you ready for dad’s tomorrow.” The two girls looked sombre that they’d be separated for a few days, but Sara grins at you over their heads,

“Freedom!” You get bags and shoes and say goodbye to Roy’s mum. You stop suddenly in the hall, not realising Roy was right behind you and making him bump into you. He puts a hand to your waist so he doesn’t push you over but it brings you flush to his chest. With his hand on your stomach, you know he had to feel the shuddering breath that leaves your body. You reach into your bag and turn to him, “nearly forgot, I ended up with your book.” 

“Keep it, I’d finished it. Did you finish yours?”

“Yeah, keep it. I promised it to you.” He watches you with dark eyes. You know nothing is going to happen, of course it’s not - there’s a house full of people, Lexie is behind you by the front door putting her trainers on. He nods once and puts a single kiss to your forehead.

“See you soon.”

“Bye,” you look over his shoulder intending to shout goodbye to Sara and her mum but Sara’s in the doorway, eyebrows raised and wide eyed.

“Bye babe, I’ll text you later.” She says casually with a look which is far from casual.

You have the following day off for a couple of interviews so you’ve arranged to pick Lexie up from holiday club and take her round to Andy’s yourself. You don’t really want to have to see him, but the plans were made before his pleas to try again. 

“Here’s your bag, bunny, your coat is inside. Be good, I’ll see you in a few days, ok?” You give her a big hug and kiss and she goes straight into the flat. Andy hovers by the door.

“You look good.”

“Thanks, I’ve had a couple of interviews.”

“Any good?”

“Not sure yet, we’ll see.”

“Ok well… good luck.” You nod, ready to escape but you can see he’s itching to say something else. “I just wanted to say sorry about the other night.”

“It’s ok, forgotten already.”

“Oh, cos I just wanted to check that you’re sure?” You shake your head with a little laugh,

“Yes, Andy. I’m sure. Please, don’t ask again. It’s not going to happen.”

“Right, right. Ok. Have a good week then.”

“Yeah, you too.” You leave his flat feeling lighter. You go back to your car leaving him behind, the clocks have changed so the evenings are light. Your drive takes you past the football club and down Roy’s street. His gate is open and the car is just inside. You turn in before you have a chance to chicken out. You ring the bell and wait. The double take as he answers the door means he didn’t see it was you on the doorbell camera,

“It’s you.” He states,

“Yeah, I was just passing. Is this a bad time, I can go?” You make to leave but he’s quick to stop you.

“No, no, of course it’s fine, come in. I was just cooking. Jesus, you look fucking gorgeous.” You leave your bag by the door and step out of your heels.

“Thank you. I’ve been interviewing today.”

“How did it go, what were the roles?”

“Still Deputy Comms Director. I’m not sure, it’s so hard to say. It’s been ages since I interviewed anywhere.”

“Did they give you any feedback?” Already your conversation with Roy is a complete contrast to Andy’s indifference. You have his undivided attention, he’s curious and interested.

“Not really. I think it’s just a waiting game. It’s so annoying, I only have about 5 weeks left. I’m worried that I was wrong to just resign with nothing to go to next.”

“Bold, not necessarily wrong.” He offers, pouring you a glass of wine.

“I think you’re being too kind there.” You laugh,

“Bollocks. If forced retirement has taught me anything, it’s that you have to accept what’s right for you. Sometimes that means it feels like you’re doing the wrong thing until it becomes the right thing.” You mull on his words while he cooks. The speaker is on quietly in the background while you drink your wine. It feels comfortable.

“Do you regret retiring?”

“Fuck no. My knee thanks me every day for it. I didn’t dare let myself think I’d actually enjoy coaching - I tried to make out like I’d hate it.”

“It felt like the wrong thing to do until it didn’t?”

“Exactly. You’ve got to trust yourself.” He puts a plate of pasta in front of you.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Don’t turn up at my house at dinner time and not expect to get fed.” He takes the seat next to you. 

“Tell me about the club. I’ve heard the rumours that Coach Lasso is leaving?”

“Doesn’t know what he fucking wants. He’s in love with the boss.”

“Really?! Does she know?”

“Nah, they’re both being idiots about it. Neither of them will say anything so he thinks the answer is to leave.”

“And it’s not?”

“No, he should tell her. Shouldn’t he?”

“Course he should. What happens if he leaves?”

“Not a clue. Guess I’ll find out if he ever makes a decision.”

“Not long to decide though. Maybe you should give him your ‘being bold’ pep talk.” You continue your meal together and help clean up afterwards. You didn’t have a reason for visiting in the first place, so you certainly didn’t have one to stick around, but he poured another glass of wine anyway. He seemed to be holding back from you a little, engaging in conversation about work and families but he didn’t once acknowledge the evening you’d returned from Brighton. You cleared your throat, “I had to see Andy today when I dropped Lexie off.”

“Oh yeah?” His frown deepened and unlike with Andy, you saw it immediately - jealousy. 

“Hmm. He, uhh, reckons we should try again.”

“Oh.” He picks at the label on his beer bottle. “Bet Lexie’s happy?”

“She doesn’t know.”

“How come?”

“Well I didn’t think it was a wise idea to tell my 8 year old that I told her dad to fuck off… so, there’s that.” He looked up sharply,

“You told him to fuck off?”

“Not in so many words. But I made it very clear that he should never ask me again.”

“Good. It’s probably not good for you - or Lexie - to keep dragging shit like that out and-”

“Roy?”

“Yeah?” You leaned up from your stool at the kitchen island and kissed him lightly. When you moved away, you watched him carefully, 

“If I’ve got this wrong again, I-” He stepped up to your knees, your tight skirt preventing him from getting much closer, and pulled you to him, kissing you so softly. It was entirely different to the first time he’d kissed you and yet felt just as desperate and wanting. He pulls your blouse out from the waistband of your skirt and leans back just enough to ask the silent question, are you sure? You’re not drunk, there are no kids to interrupt, no phones ringing… you know you’re sure, but you have to know that he is too. He anticipates what you’re about to ask,

“Course I’m fucking sure. You’re not wrong. You weren’t wrong last time. You were drunk, I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you.”

“And now?”

“I’d really like to take advantage of you, that ok?” He says with a chuckle.

“Yes, definitely yes.” You laugh, relieved. He kisses you again and though you know you have all the time in the world, you don’t want to waste a single second. 

“Fucking gorgeous.” He whispers against your neck, “borderline obscene, actually.” You laugh at his stolen compliment. His deft fingers pull your top up and off and you’re thankful you wore one of your really, really good bras for good luck for your interviews. You both decide at the same time that the other is just not close enough, your damn skirt in the way. He takes your hand to help you down from the stool and circles your waist, “this looks amazing, but it’s in the way.” You guide his hand to the zip at the side while you step up onto your tiptoes to pull his training t-shirt off. The skirt pools at your feet and his hands cover you, trying to explore everything all at once. “Up.” He taps your hip,

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck off.” He laughs, lifting you anyway. He doesn’t take you far, only to the sofa where he drops down with you still in his lap. You sit up on your knees so you can take your weight off his bad knee but he grips your hips, puts you back down and sides you further into his lap. You can feel him hard against you and it’s never been like this before, you’ve never been with someone who has made their need for you so obvious, never made you feel so wanted before. This thought alone helps banish your insecurities to the very back of your mind. He kisses a hot, wet path down your neck to the tops of your breasts, your sunburn faded to golden, but the freckles remain. The sensation of his beard against your skin makes you moan and you can’t help but roll your hips into him. He grips you tighter, holding you against him. You reach down between your bodies to pull at the waistband of his shorts. He takes the hint and lifts you both slightly so he can get rid of them. With the shorts out of the way, he can feel the heat and dampness of you against him, “Fuck me-” he breathes, hands tracing up your back to the clasp of your bra.

“Yes, please, yes.” Your hands are in his hair and you pull him back to your mouth for another searing kiss. You have to let go while he takes the straps of your bra down your arms but you press back up against him as soon as you can, the hair on his chest rough against your skin. You grind your hips down again, desperate to feel him against you. His hand goes between you both and he stops to check in again before touching you. You cup his cheek and nod, a shy smile. His fingers find your centre and brush against you. You breathe his name and your eyes flutter shut. Two fingers slide inside you and you think that’s already enough to send you over the edge. You rock against his hand, your forehead against his.

“Open your eyes,” he rasps, “I want to see you.” The second you open your eyes, he presses his thumb to your clit and you cry out. He doesn’t let up, working you through your orgasm until you're choking back a sob. You catch your breath for a moment, but the need for him is overwhelming.

“Need you now, have you got-”

“I’m clean, constant fucking medicals. You?” You nod and he slips your underwear to one side. You lift up to line him up against you and slide down onto him slowly. The stretch is exquisite, too much and yet absolutely perfect all at the same time. You take him fully and pause for a second to revel in the feeling of having him inside you. He kisses you softly, “you feel incredible. God, you’re so beautiful.” He takes your hips while you set the pace but it doesn’t take long for either of you to reach the edge. You come again with his name on your lips and he’s right there with you, bruising your hips with his grip. You slump against his shoulder, nose against his neck.

“Holy shit,” you manage eventually, feeling him laugh against you.

“Yeah, you’re not fucking wrong.” He pulls a blanket from the back of the sofa and wraps it over you as you slip off his lap to sit next to him. Neither of you says anything, his hands run up and down your calves as you sit with your legs in his lap. He reaches over to tuck your hair behind your ear, “will you stay?”

“If that’s ok?” He gets up and takes your hand, pulling you with him.

“Come on, shower and bed. I’ve got training with Jamie at 4am.”

You wake up briefly to a kiss on the back of your neck.

“Back in a bit, go back to sleep.” He whispers, kissing your earlobe. You sigh happily and snuggle down into the bed, pulling his pillow with you. You hadn’t gotten much sleep, waking every so often to soft caresses and kisses. Your body ached in a way you’d never felt before. You slip back into sleep again, waking a couple of hours later to a cup of tea and warm arms around you.

“How was training?” You ask, voice still full of sleep.

“Painful.” He laughed. You sit up to drink your tea, sitting in between his legs, his back against the headboard and yours against his chest. “Can I ask you something?” He murmurs, a hand drifting over your thigh, you let out a needy moan, it’s almost absurd how he can make you want him so badly. “Remember I had that suit fitting? There’s a gala for work next week. Will you come with me?” You turn to put your tea down and then kiss him.

“I’d love to. Thank you.” You smile.

“I’ve got an hour. What time do you have to go?”

“Same.”

“Good.” He smirks, pulling you back down to him.

#ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fic #roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent smut #roy kent imagine #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent fluff #roy kent fic

[bietjie]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

And here I was thinking I would get away with never being tagged. I don’t typically join in on this sort of thing yet from all the ones I’ve seen, people seem to be enjoying reading them so maybe I should thank @zoeoe-sims and join in with the community more.  ​ Are you named after anyone? No, however my mother and her friend were pregnant at the same time neither knew the gender of their baby. The friend liked the name my mother chose and asked if she had a girl could she also use that name? my mother said yes but asked they spell it differently as there are 2 common spellings for the name. So I have a childhood friend who is older than me yet named after me in a way. She has an additional e in her name which I guess is the more common spelling where I live now as I have spent most of my life correcting people.  When was the last time you cried? I think I cried during a k-drama yesterday. Do you have kids? yes, I have 4 beautiful boys. Aged 10, 9, 7 and 2. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Not particularly. What sports do you play/have you played? I’ve never really been one for sports. And this was more a hobby than a sport as I never raced but in my teen years I did motorcross.  What’s the first thing you notice about other people? I don’t get out much but I’d say I notice if they have children or not. Scary movies or happy endings? I enjoy both and I used to be really into scary movies but now days if I needed to pick something to watch it would probably be something with a happy endings.  Any special talents? Not that I can think of. Where were you born? Hollywood

What are your hobbies? Other than creating for the sims 3 I like to draw, mainly Celtic knotwork. I developed my own personal style. I also like to do origami and I cross stitch Christmas decorations every year for my children, nieces and nephews. Do you have any pets? yes, 2 dogs. Our 4 year old girl is a staffie x whippet and our 2 year old boy is a border collie. They both compete in dog agility.  How tall are you? 170cm or 5′ 7" depending on where you’re from.  Fave subject in school? Graphics (technical drawing) was my favorite subject followed by math.  Dream job? I always wanted to be a mother of 4 so I guess I’m doing it now as a stay at home mum however it would be nice to get paid for it.  Eye color? Hazel. You notice the green in them more if I’m wearing green. 

I know I should tag others but as this isn’t typically something I would do it’s just too much to ask of me to tag others. So If you haven’t been tagged but would like to join in feel free to use me as your excuse/reason to do so. 

#non sims #tag game

[pensat-i-fet]

A Manchester Affair (Rúben Dias): Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Chapter 7 

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When she woke up a couple of hours later, Lucía felt like a new person. Her body still felt weak, but most of the symptoms were gone.

She was no longer feeling hot because of the high temperature, but because of Rúben's body next to hers. He had also fallen asleep, but not before putting his arms around her to hug her tightly. She tried to get up without waking him up but the moment she moved, his eyes opened.

"Are you ok?"

"I am, yes. A lot better".

She tried to get up now, but he stopped her. "Don't move. I'll bring you whatever you need".

"It's ok. I can get up. I don't feel dizzy anymore and it'll be good to move a bit after spending the day laying down", she said, stretching.

"I'm serious. Stay here. Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"Rúben", she said, trying not to laugh. "I need to pee. You can't help me with that".

"I can take you to the bathroom…"

"Oh my God, stop it!", she told him, laughing at how serious he actually was.

She could notice his eyes following her while she walked to the bathroom. And when she got out, he was still sitting in her bed staring at her.

"See? All good!"

"You almost fainted in front of me a couple of hours ago. Don't judge me for worrying".

"Yeah, well, migraines suck".

"I've never had one".

She frowned at him. "I hate you".

And that, finally, made him laugh.

"Rob brought me food, you can have some if you want".

"Rob?"

"A colleague from work", and then she realised what time it was. "Shit! I missed the match! What happened?"

"3-1 win for United".

"What?", she was shocked by that score. Arsenal had not lost a match this season. In fact, they had won all of them. "Who scored?"

"Ummm, two from Rashford and the other goal was scored by the new guy".

"Antony?"

"Yes, that one".

"I'm so happy for him", she said, with a huge smile on her face. He was a good friend while they both were at Ajax.

"Let's celebrate by eating".

"So, do you get these migraines often?", asked Rúben while they ate.

"Not really. I have 2, maybe 3 per year. They knock me out, though".

"Is there anything you need? Medicine or something?"

"Hydrating is the main thing and", she looked around to notice she had finished the drinks Rob brought, "I ran out of drinks. Great".

"I'll go buy more", he said, already getting up.

"Rúben, you don't have to. I can just drink water".

"No, I'll go. It's fine".

Just as he said that Lucía’s phone rang. She had many messages she still didn’t feel like answering. 

"Hi, Scott. Congrats on the win!! You want to come to see me?", she looked at Rúben, who nodded. "Sure. When will you be here? Ok, see you in 10. Bye".

"I'll go get the drinks. You can let me know when he is gone and", he continued, looking away from her, "if he doesn't leave, I'll leave the bag outside of your door".

"You don't need to hide from him".

"You say that, but your face says otherwise. It's fine. I just care about you being fine".

"Rúben".

But he didn't listen. He just left, and a couple of minutes later, the doorbell rang.

"Hey".

"Hi! You don't look so bad".

"Thanks?", she laughed.

"That came out wrong. My mum used to have migraines and she looked terrible after them. I expected the same for you but you look the same. Maybe a bit paler. Have you eaten?"

"I just did. I took a nap that did wonders for me".

"Amazing", he said, giving her a hug. "Do you need help with anything?"

She thought about the plan for the rest of the day. "I need a shower. I feel gross".

"I can't help with that. Erik won't like it".

She rolled her eyes at him and laughed. "How about you take the clothes off my bed so we can put clean ones when I'm done showering?"

"Yes, Ma'am", he said with a salute.

**

"I can stay with you tonight if you want", said Scott while he helped her make the bed. "You have two spare rooms".

Her mind went to Rúben. His mood had changed when he found out Scott was coming and now this…but she wanted him to stay. The problem was she wanted Rúben there too, but that wouldn't work. How did she find herself in this situation?

"Hold that thought. I need to text someone before I forget", she told him, leaving the room.

Lucía: Scott wants to stay here to make sure I'm fine but I can tell him no.

Rúben: do you want him to stay there with you?

Lucía: I mean, it would give you a break from looking after me. You’re probably tired of me 😂

She saw the three dots showing up and disappearing multiple times until he sent a simple "ok". She didn't know what to answer back and then another text showed up telling her he was leaving the drinks by the door. It made her feel horrible for him but she hadn't done anything wrong, right?

Lucía went to tell Scott that it was ok for him to stay.

"Should we watch a movie?", he offered. And she nodded.

When she heard some noise outside the door, she ran to it.

“I’ll be back in a second, my neighbour was picking something up for me”, she told to a confused Scott.

“Ok”.

“Hey! Rúben!”

When he turned around he looked at her like a teacher who was about to scold a child. “What are you doing out of the house? Go back inside. What if you faint again?”

“I won’t. I needed to talk to you. And thank you, for everything”.

“No need to thank me, it’s just what friends do. I’m sure McTominay would have done the same if he didn’t have a match today”.

Instead of stopping to think about the meaning of his words, she just hugged him. “Thank you”.

And when she turned around, she noticed the door was closed and she didn’t have her keys. 

“You’re not going inside?”, asked Rúben.

“I’m waiting until you leave so you don’t realize I’m locked out of my house and I have to ring the doorbell”.

She only heard a light chuckle and his footsteps as he went back upstairs.

**

The next morning she woke up feeling fine. A bit tired but the migraine was definitely gone.

"Morning little Lu".

"Morning Scott".

"You look good. Are you feeling better?"

"Fresh as a daisy", she smiled.

"Good. The team was falling apart without you".

"I know".

Once everything was ready, they both went to wait for the lift. And because fate seemed to want to laugh at her, when the doors opened, Rúben was there.

"Morning", she said.

"Morning", he answered back.

He and Scott looked at each other, not knowing how to react. Scott knew she had a couple of City players as neighbours, but she had never mentioned who.

"This is awkward", he said, laughing. "No offence, mate. It's just funny she lives surrounded by another team's players. She works for my team, you know? We need to find you another apartment, Lucy. Or you can move in with me".

Rúben didn't really answer. He just made a weird noise that she guessed kind of sounded like an agreement.

The door opened and they all got out quickly. Lucía noticed Scott putting his hand on her back. It was a gesture that meant nothing to them. But what would Rúben think?

She turned to look at him but found him already turning to go to his car.

"Bye! Have a good day!"

"You too", he answered without really looking at her.

**

"You ok?", was the most asked question she had that morning. Everyone was treating her like she was going to break or something. While she was still mad at herself for getting sick on matchday. She kept asking all the players for updates on their fitness but they insisted on asking about her instead. 

"I'm fine, guys! Can't you see?", she said, hoping it would stop their nonsense.

"Yeah, it seems like Scotty looked after you really well", said Bruno, and Lucía could tell what he meant with his tone.

"Really funny".

"What? It's true. He ran to look after you like a knight in shining armour. Didn’t even stay for the post-match talk".

"Leave it", she heard Licha say, "you are making her uncomfortable".

She sent him a look that said thank you.

"I'm just saying that you and Scott can stop pretending. No one cares if you two are dating or doing whatever it is you’re doing".

"But we are not dating!", she said to Bruno, annoyed at him.

"Who aren't you dating?", asked Scott when he was getting closer to their table.

"You".

He laughed. "Well, yeah. I knew that much".

"Then tell your teammates. They love gossiping".

"Well, you didn't even say goodbye after the match to go to her. And you are always hugging and stuff like that. And you spent the night at her place. I don't know, you can't blame us for assuming", tried to say Bruno to defend himself.

"Yeah, I spent the night there in her spare room. I'm not going to apologize for looking after my friend", he shrugged. 

“Whatever you two say”, said Bruno, not convinced. 

And with that, they all moved to the next topic and left her alone…for now.

**

On the way to her apartment, Lucía changed her mind and pressed Rúben's floor on the lift instead of hers.

"Hi. What are you doing here?", he said when he opened the door.

"I wanted to clear the air between us. And to apologize just in case Scott’s comments offended you. He’s just…he says the first thing that comes to his mind without thinking".

"It's alright".

"And, you know, the next few weeks are really busy with European matches and things like that so, we won't see each other much but I just wanted to say that and see you, I guess".

"Ok".

She was about to say goodbye and leave when he finally talked. "We can see each other on Wednesday or Friday, maybe".

"Sure. I'll check my calendar and let you know", she smiled.

"And maybe we can do something outside of here?"

"What do you mean?", she was confused by his comment.

"Like, go have food somewhere. Go watch a movie. I don't know".

A part of her wanted to say yes, but it sounded too much like a proper date and the idea of it scared her. Between these walls, she felt safe. How she would feel outside remained a question mark. 

"Sure. I mean, friends do that", she said with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah. Um…I need to go meet the team soon. Sorry to cut this conversation short".

"That's fine. Have a good trip and match". 

"Thank you".

And after a quick stare contest, they said goodbye and she left. Even an idiot could tell that didn't go too well but what was she supposed to do? Rúben confused her a lot sometimes. And she didn't like that. She did like him, though. More and more every day. And it terrified her.

**

That next Friday Lucía met Rúben, who she hadn’t seen at all since Monday. After some debating, they decided to go to the cinema and maybe grab some food afterwards. He was buzzing after scoring his first Champions League goal and she couldn't help but love how he talked about it. Like a kid who just got his favourite toy.

“So you like horror movies?”, asked Rúben while he drove them to the cinema.

“Yes. It’s a family thing”.

Even though that sounded like the simplest comment, it made her remember how bad her relationship with her family was. They had barely talked in the last 10 years and the last time they did, her dad praised her ability to always find an excuse to avoid visiting them. But she knew how that visit would go and that she'd be much happier avoiding it until it became literally impossible to do so.

“Family tradition of watching horror movies then?”, laughed Rúben. “Your Christmases must be fun”.

Lucía just said yes and changed the subject. Talking about her family with other people was always the hardest thing to do.

The movie ended up being just alright but she had a good time watching it. It had been a while since she went to the cinema.

“Did you enjoy it?”, she asked Rúben when they both were on their way back to the car. 

“Can I say no without you thinking I’m a coward? I didn’t like the jumpscares”.

That made her laugh. “It’s ok. It wasn’t great. I’ll make you a list of good horror movies that don’t just rely on silly scares”.

“Or we could watch a comedy”.

“Are you going to sleep with the lights on tonight, Dias?”, she teased him.

“I might. I'll have to hug you extra tight if I have a nightmare”.

And she had to bite her lip to not laugh at his cute reaction. The movie didn’t scare her at all. 

**

The rest of the evening had gone well. But there was something about Rúben’s behaviour that made Lucía uncomfortable. And she felt bad about feeling that way in what was a stupid vicious cycle. 

“Today was great, don’t you think?”, Rúben asked again when they were about to fall asleep.

“Yeah, it was fun”.

“It was. It was nice to be out together and just do things together in general, right? We should do it more often”.

“Yes”, she said, giving him the smile she knew he wanted to see before cuddling him and closing her eyes.

That night he didn’t make her sleep with the light on because he was scared about a movie, but he managed to scare her with his words.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias fanfiction #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #footballer fluff #footballer fanfiction

[minaramen]

Minami Natsume - 16 Idol Album - Part 3: The best reward from clumsy hands

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 

Minami: I was used to having very balanced meals, and I was rarely allowed to eat the typical food that children like

Minami: I still remember my heart pounding in front of all the plates, that really looked like real children plates,  lined in front of me on the table

Minami: But nothing would make me happier than seeing my mother so pleased because of my award. It was a happy time for me

Minami:.... I’m sure that if my mother praised me now that I’m aware of so many things, I wouldn’t be as happy as I was when I ignored them

Touma: I see…so, that’s the kind of memories you have with your mother…well…it is what it is

Touma: I don’t know if I could celebrate my birthday the same way I did when I was a child. I mean, maybe I’d feel embarrassed and I wouldn’t be able to act so honestly

Torao: Yeah. Especially because of what we’ve become now

Torao: Even if the other person has no intention to do so, we’d definitely wonder if they had some kind of ulterior motive

Minami: Oh dear, are you trying to comfort me?

Touma: No, not at all! I was being honest…

Torao: When you’re a child, your parents are your whole world. I understand that

ZOOL:..........

Haruka:....... by the way, you said that you would like to go back to your childhood

Haruka: Why do you think that?

Minami:.......because I know that it’s something I can’t do. I’m just crying for the moon

Minami: I was so ignorant and innocent, back then. I miss that stupid kid who thought he could protect his tiny world 

Minami:..... and then I snuck out from that life and took my journey to North Meir

Haruka: From that life?

Minami: I don’t know how to say it, but I guess I was escaping from being what other people wanted me to be. Someone who was not my true self

Torao: …it was your first rebellion, basically

Minami: Yes. I wanted to be myself

Touma: You wanted  to be yourself…?

Touma: Every person in this room can understand

Torao: Yeah. Everybody here got pretty tired of being who other people expected, at some point

Haruka:...however, that’s the reason why we could meet

Haruka : I don’t care about the motivations I had back then, or the desire to crave other people’s approbation anymore

Haruka: Having become friends with Touma, Torao and Minami is what makes me proud of myself, above everything else

Minami: It’s the same for me…when Sakura san was alive, he told me that

Minami: He told me to brandish my songs like a machine gun in the darkness, even if someone laughs at me…

Minami: He told me to let my songs carry my soul, to change the world with the people who would sing them…

Torao: Ahah, amazing. Let’s do it and change the world, then

Touma: Yeah…!  I think I can do it as long as I’m with you, guys! 

Haruka:.........! Yes!

Haruka: Eheh, I’m really being carried away right now! Aren’t we all thinking about how lucky we were to meet each other?

Minami: Yes. You were just essential for me

Torao&Haruka&Touma: Eeeh….

Touma:....I think it could make the difference if you had a heart-to-heart talk like this with your mum, Mina

Touma: There are also children who can pay attention to their parents needs, brighten up their mood and try to read their faces

Touma:...I was a bit of a rebel, but you did that all the time, Mina. You did amazing

Minami: I was a little frivolous. The kind of kid who gets excited with the toys that come with children meals

Minami: I was so good at acting and responding to other people’s needs that I was lionized as a prodigious child actor

Minami:...still, I’m not saying that I’m not grateful for those days

Minami: When I produced results, I was allowed to ask for what I wanted. I could play the piano and I was treated with good meals

Minami: I remember these little memories more than I remember the hard times

Haruka:...I understand. I think Kujo is a bastard, but it happens way too often that I only remember the times he praised me 

Torao: Well, there are times when people only want to think about what’s good for them

Torao: Why don’t you just allow yourself to be spoiled like a child now, instead of getting lost in your old convenient memories?

Minami:...what?

Torao: We’ll entertain you as long as you want

Haruka: Ahah, good idea! Minami, you just need to ask for something and allow us to spoil you

Touma: Y’know, when I was a child the guys in the neighborhood were attached to me as if I was their big brother 

Touma: So, you’re jumping on a safe boat when it comes to getting spoiled, Mina!

Minami: Oh dear, the mud boat trick*…

Haruka: So they called you “onii chan”, Touma?

Touma: Aah, that’s because I was older than most of the kids in the neighborhood

Haruka: Mpf…Touma oniichan…

Torao: Are you jealous or what, Haruka?

Touma: Eh, for real, Haru?!

Haruka: What?! Absolutely not! You stupid!

Minami: Fufu…so, can I ask Inumaru oniisan for anything I want?

Touma: Wah, I’m pretty nervous now!

Haruka: Can I be your oniichan as well, Minami?

Torao: You only need to ask. I’m pretty confident I can fulfill your greatest wishes

Minami: Calm down, big brothers

Minami: Would you agree to do some homemade cooking, the three of you, for my birthday?

Torao&Haruka&Touma: …Homemade cooking….?

Haruka: But I don’t think they would be more than a burden…

Torao: Oi, who’s supposed to be a burden?!

Haruka: You and Touma, of course! I will definitely help Minami with his wish!

Minami: Your cooking skills are better than Midou san and Inumaru san’s, am I right?

Haruka: Well…it’s enough to help my grandma, but…

Touma: I may end up making something that’s not even edible, is it okay…?

Minami: Of course, I don’t mind

Minami: You know, I had the food clumsily arranged on the table rather than being calculated in quantity and nutrition, and there was no attention to the color of the plates as well.

Minami:....I would like to have a brown main dish, with no balance and bullshit

Haruka *thinking*: Minami said “bullshit”

Touma *thinking*: Such a gentle voice saying “bullshit”...

Torao *thinking*:  Saying “bullshit” surprisingly fits Minami

Haruka: W-wait…let me verify something before we start. Do the two of you have a clue about the basics of cooking?

Touma: The basics…? I know that when you spin the stoves, they turn on! That’s the basics!

Torao: I suppose that everything actually started with fire. And you can set it on low, medium and strong…right?

Minami: Oh dear…

Haruka: And you’re even saying that with such a proud expression

Haruka: Aah, okay, listen! Do you know what the five fundamental seasonings** are?

Touma: I think I’ve heard that before! The five fundamentals…err…

Torao: It’s sugar, salt, vinegar, soy sauce and miso

Minami: Correct

Torao: Humpf. Well, that’s common knowledge 

Touma: What?! Did Tora really answer correctly?!

Haruka: Okay, I pretty much got it. When it comes to the basic, Torao is not as bad as Touma

Touma: And how the hell is “se” supposed to stand for “soy sauce”?!

Torao: It’s a play on words. Stop barking, you lost

Touma: Eeh…. I thought I would have won against you

Haruka: It’s silently becoming a competition…hey, Minami, are you okay with that?

Minami: I am. It’ll be an amazing present anyway, because some amazing people will make it for me

Minami: Even the pick stuck in the fried chicken or in the sandwich will be a treasure

Haruka:....somehow, I’m even more determined. We will make something so delicious, Minami, that you won’t want to eat anything else for the rest of your life. C’mon, Touma, Torao!

Touma: Aah…I want to surprise you, Mina! Let’s start training today, Tora!

Torao: I thought I could just ask my chef… well, if you say that our food is amazing, I’ll do it

Torao&Haruka&Touma: Look forward to it!

Minami: …Thank you so much. Isumi san, Inumaru san, Midou san

Minami: I look forward to receiving this reward from you

The End

TL Notes:

1) *  The mud boat trick

Minami is probably referring to a Japan folk tale called “Kachi kachi Yama” , where a rabbit helps a farmer who was his friend avenge his wife’s death by the hand of a tanuki (japanese raccoon dog). At some point in the story the vindictive rabbit, pretending to be the tanuki's friend, asks the tanuki to go fishing together. As the tanuki accepts, the rabbit comes back home and builds two boats: one made of wood and the other one made of mud. The tanuki can’t spot the difference and gratefully accepts the rabbit’s invitation to jump on the mud boat. While they're crossing the lake, the mud boat obviously begins dissolving and the tanuki eventually drows

2) ** The five fundamental seasonings

In japanese the five foundamental seasonings are called 料理のさしそせそ- literally “The sa shi su se so of the cooking”.  This 5 japanese acronyms stand for the 5 most popular seasonings you can find in japanese kitchen

SA > Sato (砂糖) > Sugar

SHI > Shio (塩) > Salt

SU > Su (酢) > Rice Vinegar

SE > Shouyu (醤油) > Soy Sauce

SO > Miso (味噌) > Miso

Touma is confused because Soy sauce in Japanese is pronounced “Shouyu”

Next up: Nagi Rokuya - 16 Idol Album

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[fitrahgolden]

Something That Digs At Us: 5 - You'll act as a clever medicine

[NOTE: Truly, nothing is happening in this story, besides maybe some character development, it seems. My apologies.]

“Ah, he lives. I remembered having a brother–and a best man–but then he disappeared, and I thought perhaps it was all a dream.”

Anthony kissed Daphne on the cheek as she stepped back to let him into her house. “I’m sorry, Daph,” he said as he handed the bouquet he was holding out to her. “These are for you.”

Daphne’s teasing smirk turned into a genuine smile as she took the flowers. “Aw, all is forgiven–as long as these don’t come with a lecture on each flower’s origin and every meaning they have in different cultures and–”

“They are just pretty flowers for my sister. I promise.” Anthony laughed.

As Anthony moved to sit at her kitchen island, Daphne found a vase in a lower cupboard and filled it with water. “To be honest, all would have been forgiven anyway, considering why you disappeared.”

“I hardly disappeared.”

“Mmm, you did. But I’m very happy for you. Thus, forgiveness.”

Anthony’s ears went red. “Thanks,” he murmured.

“Kate’s lovely, and all reports say no one has seen you this happy in years.”

Anthony reached up to run his hand over his face. “Alright, alright.”

“Does the air smell sweeter? Are colours more vibrant? The sounds of birds chirping–”

“Aren’t I here to talk about wedding stuff?”

“Ostensibly.” Daphne grinned.

“Great. I knew this was a trap.”

“Of course it is. Simon’s intel is absolute rubbish! Kate has similarly made herself scarce, though I suppose that’s more typical of her. Anyway, Simon only knows what his mum has told him, which she only knows from Mary, who only knows from–”

“Kaveri and Edwina, I got it.”

“So…” Daphne swayed side to side, eyebrows raised.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, besides the fact that I’m definitely not coming to family dinner any time soon so I can avoid getting this seven times over all at once. Mum’s phone calls have been testing the hell out of me as it is.”

Daphne sighed, looking sympathetic. “You know it’s all from a good place. Like I said, we’re happy for you.” 

Anthony smiled at her. “I know. Thank you. Truly.”

Daphne said nothing, just looked at him expectantly. Anthony shook his head in defeat. “Fine. It’s been wonderful, slowly but surely. She’s, um… I don’t know, she’s really good for me. It feels… safe and warm whenever I’m with her. She makes me happy, simple as that. I just hope it’s the same for her. She’s not the easiest to read. And I want to take care of her in ways I don’t think she wants or needs. It’s hard. I haven’t figured out how to lo–How to navigate this yet. But, early days, right?”

If Daphne caught his slip up, she didn’t give it away, for which Anthony was thankful. Do I love her already? I mean, I fucking like the hell out her. Maybe I’m falling in love with her? I definitely want to–

“Anthony?”

“Yeah? Sorry.”

Daphne’s grin was too big, Anthony thought. “It’s very sweet.”

“Ugh, OK. If that’s enough to suffice for now–”

“Not at all, if I’m being honest.”

“Well, that's all you’re going to get, so am I leaving unless there is actual wedding business to attend to?”

“Fine.” Daphne rolled her eyes. “Come look at this bloody seating chart.”

—

Me: Hey. Can I come by and take you to lunch?

Kit: Oof, I’ve had it already. Off in 2 hours.

Me: Damn, OK. I need to get more familiar with your schedule.

Kit: It’s fine.

Me: Early dinner?

Kit: I promised Amma I’d show my face at hers so everyone knows I’m alive. I’ll let you know when I’m home and you can come across the hall? I want to be at mine tonight.

Anthony pouted like a damn child. He wanted to see her before then.

Me: Yes, please. What’s been keeping you away from your family?

Kit: A nuisance who can’t stop talking about plants and thinks everything I draw is him.

Me: Ugh, what an arsehole.

Kit: Tell me about it.

—

Anthony found himself sitting in a cafe across the street from Kate’s book binding shop. He’d settled next to the large windows, plenty of light for him to make some sketches based on his latest observation trip. The urge to surprise Kate by dropping by her work with a pastry from the cafe had brought him there, but he had to stop himself from actually following through. “I don’t like surprises.” He’d tried his best to respect that even since their first date. If he was being honest with himself, it wasn’t always easy. He thought back to his conversation with Daphne. He loved grand gestures and spur of the moment expressions of affection. He’d never felt for anyone what he felt for Kate, so the tendency to want to do those things was stronger than he’d ever felt. But even stronger was his desire to be Kate’s safe space, someone she could trust unconditionally. So, he wanted to love her the way that she needed to be loved. Again with this? Love? Where was that coming from? He knew exactly where it was coming from, of course. But he needed to put that away for now. He’d know when the time was right to bring it back out.

Me: Hey. I know you’re off soon. I’m nearby. Is it OK if I come by? Just want to say hi.

Anthony tried to turn his attention back to his sketchbook–the one Kate made for him–but his pencil didn’t move while he waited to see if she would respond.

Kit: Yeah, OK. That’d be nice.

Anthony jumped up, put his sketchbook in his bag, and made his way to the counter to get an almond croissant. He practically skipped across the street to Dedicated Parchment and opened the door, causing the overhead bell to ring. Within a few seconds, a man appeared with a bright, attractive smile.

“Hiya. Welcome in.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m Will. Do you have an appointment?”

“No, um–”

“He’s here for me, Will.”

Anthony’s heart stuttered at Kate’s voice and his eyes shifted over to her as she rounded the corner, hair pulled up into a neat bun, wearing a royal blue apron. All he saw below the apron were her bare legs, so she must have been shorts. Anthony was too busy cataloguing everything she was and wasn’t wearing to notice Will looking between him and Kate with a knowing smirk.

“Ah, you’re Anthony.”

Anthony blinked and looked back at Will. “Right, yes.” Anthony extended his arm to shake Will’s hand since this started to feel like a proper introduction. “Anthony Bridgerton.”

Will smiled good-naturedly, shaking Anthony’s hand. “Will Mondrich. Kate may have mentioned you a time or two. I’ll give you guys a moment.”

Kate rolled her eyes as she shared a look with Will. He patted her on the shoulder on his way back around the corner. Kate turned her attention to Anthony and approached. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

She looked down at the bag in his hand and looked back up at him expectantly. “That for me?”

“Yes.” Kate reached for it, but Anthony put the bag behind his back, leaned forward, and murmured, “This is for you, too.” He kissed her as she laughed, kissing him back as she reached around him and grabbed the bag anyway.

“Thank you. For both.”

Anthony smiled down at her before taking in the space around them. Sample books lining bookshelves, various colours and textures of fabrics on display, stationary show awards hanging behind the customer service desk–and Newton on a dog bed in the corner, vest on, ready for action. “Oh! Hi, there.” Seeing Newton and looking back at Kate caused him to notice she wasn’t wearing her jewellery. “No necklace or ring?” His thumb ran over the finger where the ring usually sat.

Kate shook her head. “We can’t wear jewellery in the studio. Or, at least, we shouldn’t. There’s a lot of machinery in there. Best practice is to not wear anything that dangles or can get caught.”

“Mmm.” Anthony looked down at her decolletage, realising he almost never saw it bare. He rather liked how the necklace hung above her cleavage, but any part of her body unadorned was a very pleasing sight.

“So, by ‘nearby’ you meant…”

Anthony looked sheepish as he admitted, “...sitting across the street, yeah.”

Kate reached up and cupped his cheek, rubbing his stubble with her thumb as she whispered sweetly, “Silly.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I need to finish up here and head to Amma’s.”

“OK.” Anthony leaned back in for another kiss. Kate obliged, giggling.

“Really, Anthony.”

“Mmhmm,” Anthony moaned against her mouth.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Kate said softly, still not pulling away.

“Can’t wait.” Anthony cupped the back of her neck.

“You’re making that very clear.” She allowed one more kiss before pushing him back.

Anthony exhaled slowly before landing a quick kiss on her temple before she could think to stop him. “Bye.”

—

Kate walked down the hall towards her flat, forcing herself to slow down to a leisurely pace. Ever responsive, Newton matched her speed. She was more keen to get to Anthony’s door than she wanted to admit. Lately, she found herself thinking about her past relationships–or attempts at relationships. Had they gotten this far before? Not in terms of physical intimacy. To that question, the answer was obviously no. The more important question was, had she ever felt like she was approaching this place, this person around whom she could let down all her defences, be unafraid to ask for what she wanted, what she needed, and confidently turn down what she didn’t want?

She’d felt Anthony was special for a long time. So far, he was living up to that gut feeling she’d had ever since Simon told her one of his uni friends was moving into her building and they met when Simon was helping Anthony with his boxes one afternoon.

No. She was sure no one had gotten this close before. But how much longer could something this good last? She shook the thoughts out of her head as she released the locks on her door before turning towards Anthony’s flat. She’d think more about that later, preferably with her therapist. Right now, all she needed was Anthony.

Kate knocked and Anthony opened the door pretty much immediately. She raised an eyebrow. “Waiting with bated breath, were you?”

“Yes.” Anthony smiled and there was hardly a hint of jest in his answer. “How was dinner?”

“Really nice. And now that I’ve provided proof of life, I am free to hole up in my flat again for the time being.”

Anthony leaned against the doorjamb and Kate’s skin warmed immediately. He reached out and ran his fingers underneath the chain that was back around her neck. “Mmm. Want company?”

“Very much so, yes. Do you know anyone?”

Kate backed up as Anthony entered the hallway, turning back briefly to lock his door. He said nothing as he stalked closer until Kate felt her back hit her door. “Oh, did you mean you?” There was a big difference between sounding breezy and sounding breathless. While Kate was aiming for the former, she definitely landed squarely on the latter.

Anthony kissed her so roughly that she yelped. “Can I come in?”

Kate truly felt defenceless when Anthony sounded like this, voice pitched low, raw and wanting. She nodded as best as she could without taking her lips off his and Anthony turned the door handle and they stumbled inside. Unbothered, Newton sauntered past them and headed towards his bed in the corner of the living room. Kate spared a thought to mentally pat herself on the back for feeding him right before she left her family and taking a turn around the block before coming inside.

Her capacity for any non-Anthony thoughts quickly dwindled to zero as he hauled up against her door as he deftly engaged the locks without looking. Kate released a sigh into his mouth. He was so considerate, even in these circumstances.

Anthony carried her into the closest room–her kitchen–and sat her down on the counter. “I missed you,” he whispered before he pulled her shirt over her head.

“I can relate.” Kate’s head fell back as Anthony kissed his way down to the waistband of her shorts.

“Can you, Kit? How about I show you how much I missed you, and then you can decide.” Anthony dropped to his knees as he tugged her shorts and underwear down in one swift move.

“OK,” Kate panted. Anthony wasted no time, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder before splaying a hand across her belly and burying his tongue inside of her. “Shit. Yeah, I’ll let you know.”

—

“Anthony?” Kate was staring up at the ceiling, the thoughts from earlier whirling around in her head. The room had been silent for a while, but she knew he was still awake because he was spinning her worry ring as it sat on her finger.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For texting before you visited me at work today.”

He shrugged and kissed her chest. “Of course, Kit.”

Kate was sure Anthony didn’t understand what it meant to her. No one before him would have said, “Of course.”

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