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holllandtrash · 7 months

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say don't go | charles leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

based off of taylor swift's 'stay don't go' why'd you have to lead me on? why'd you have to twist the knife? walk away and leave me bleedin'

word count: 5.2k tags/warnings: slight angst, mentions of being disloyal, this is kinda sad, mention of smut i guess but blink and you miss it

You weren’t one to let your past haunt you. It was the past for a reason, it belonged behind you, all you could do was grow into a better version of yourself.

But what the hell were you supposed to do when Charles showed up at your door after six months of silence?

It was a week into December and you were reluctantly putting up Christmas decorations because you were tired of the comments your friends made, telling you to get into the holiday spirit. Now you had the silver tinsel gripped in your hand as Charles stood on your front step, light flurries landing on his coat only to melt immediately after.

It was the middle of the day and you lived in a crowded area, but passersby on the sidewalk and those driving past had no idea there was a Ferrari driver only metres away from them.

But no one would guess that Charles Leclerc would be travelling to Bristol during his holidays.

“What? Were you in the neighbourhood?” You asked, flicking the tinsel off of your hand and shaking off any remnants. You watched it fall to the floor before looking up, “Felt like stopping by?”

“Can I come in?” Charles asked, glancing behind you. Was he looking to see if you had company? If you had moved on? Regardless of what, or who, he was looking for, his shoulders relaxed when he could tell you were alone. All that was behind you was cardboard boxes labelled Christmas.

“Give me three good reasons why I shouldn't shut the door in your face,” your demand was laced with your usual sweet tone, the same one that always intimated Charles because he never knew what to make of it. Never once did you raise your voice, you never yelled, never showed signs of anger. Even when you were annoyed, you always sounded calm.

He sucked in a breath, “Well, it’s cold out.” He chuckled, but when you didn’t see any humour in his words he just nodded and moved on. “I was, in fact, in the neighbourhood- well I was in London, just figured I’d make a quick trip out west.”

Those weren’t good enough reasons and he knew it. You moved to grab the door and Charles reacted by holding his hand out to stop it from shutting, eyes trained on yours.

His cheeks were red, not accustomed to the British winters. He wasn’t wearing mitts and you could see how his hands had responded to the dry air by cracking at the knuckles. His lips trembled, not because he was nervous but because this was probably the coldest his body temperature had dropped to in a long time.

Which had you questioning how long he had been standing outside your door before finally knocking.

“There’s some things I’ve been meaning to say for a while now,” Charles spoke softly and you could see his breath with each word. “And you don’t need to say anything, but I’d love it if you’d listen.”

Maybe you felt bad that he was cold. Maybe you were curious as to what he had to say to you after so long. Maybe part of you still missed him and if these were the last few minutes you’d get with him, you weren’t going to let them pass.

Whatever the reason, you held the door open and he stepped inside. You watched as he ran his fingers through his hair and slid his coat off, hanging it on the empty hook on the wall. Your eyes darted down to the shoes he wore and Charles recognized that look, knowing better than to walk any further with his shoes on. He smiled, sort of, remembering the first time you asked him to take his shoes off when he entered your apartment.

If this was six months ago, you would have had slippers waiting for him to put on, but instead Charles was left to just his socks. You, though, seemed quite cozy. The matching sweats and jumper was only a shade darker than the slippers you wore and Charles almost asked where you purchased the set from, but he held his tongue because now wasn’t the time for casual conversation.

“Tea?” You offered, glancing at the kettle sitting on the stove. It had started whistling only minutes before he showed up but you hadn’t had a second to pour yourself a cup, too caught up in trying to untangle tinsel.

“Don’t want to put you out,” he shook his head, but when you manoeuvred past him to step into the kitchen, he didn’t stop you from grabbing two cups from the cupboard. He watched, standing at a cautious distance, as you made the two drinks the same way you always did.

Charles was brought back to the time he walked into his own flat in Monaco and you were kneeling on the counter, trying to find a suitable cup because all of his mugs were too big and bulky for tea. He held his hand to your back, worried you’d tip backwards, which you didn’t, but you were happy he was there to help you off the counter and greet you with a kiss.

“I’ll invest in new cups,” he said. He never did.

He didn’t like the silence that lingered between you now, probably the first time it ever bothered him, so he cleared his throat, “I like your new place.”

You nodded, “Thank you.”

He glanced around at the decor and spoke up again, “So you’ve been well?”

“You don’t need to pretend to care about how I've been.”

“I do care.”

The slow yet icy stare you gave him as you peered over your shoulder had Charles wondering if showing up here was a good idea. Instead of opening his mouth again, Charles looked at the decorations littered on the floor.

He was drawn towards the open box of ornaments that was placed on the couch. He noticed the tree in the corner, but all you had put up so far was a string of lights. Curious, he looked closer into the box and smiled to himself when he saw a vintage Formula 1 Ferrari, no bigger than the palm of his hand. He also spotted a racing helmet, but couldn’t recognize the driver it belonged to.

It wouldn’t have shocked him if the rest of this box was F1 inspired Christmas ornaments. Either ones you had purchased yourself or ones that were given to you as gifts.

Charles was always amazed at your knowledge of Formula 1. With your father being a retired driver himself, he shouldn’t have been surprised when you swept him under the rug during a trivia night. He admired your passion for the sport and maybe that’s why when he met you in the Ferrari garage, he wasn’t as quick to judge you like he was to everyone else who had purchased VIP passes for the weekend.

You were there for the sport, for the racing, you didn’t care who was driving the car, it wasn’t like you had favorite drivers.

You were raised to appreciate the history of the sport, the roots, the beginnings. Because of that, you were drawn to the older teams, the classics. Williams, McLaren and against your fathers wishes, Ferrari. So of course you wanted to experience the Ferrari hospitality during a race weekend at least once. To see the cars up close, to be in the garage, to see the race from an entirely new perspective.

It was Australia, the third race of the 2023 season. It was a race that Charles tried hard to forget due to his DNF at the first turn, but there were highlights he cherished before the incident.

He remembered standing in the garage before the first practice session and turning his head to flash a smile towards the VIP members standing at the back. He paid no attention to any of them in particular, but you stood out. The way you were so focused on the screen, taking in the Tech Talk segment that was playing on F1TV. You hadn’t even noticed Charles looking.

He saw you again the second day, closer to the front of the group before the start of FP3. You were wearing a white set, arms crossed over your chest with the headphones resting around your neck. You weren’t watching anything this time, instead you were in the middle of a conversation with a few of the mechanics.

At first, Charles thought they were flirting with you. But when you pointed at the rear wing, lines drawn across your forehead and eyebrows pinched together in studious fashion, Charles got the hint that this wasn’t just a casual conversation.

And then you held out your hand to introduce yourself, your once serious expression turning soft. You smiled at the mechanics as you shook both of their hands, seeming truly grateful to have met them.

Naturally, Charles was curious as to what sort of conversation just took place. He waited a few minutes before asking Mark, the one of two mechanics who seemed to be doing most of the talking.

“What was that about?” Charles asked.

Mark looked over his shoulder at you, but you were too engrossed in the screen again to notice the few sets on you.

“You don’t know who she is?” Mark asked.

“Should I?” Charles glanced your way. This time, you caught it.

You were also the first to look away.

“Damon Hill’s daughter,” Mark chuckled, probably in disbelief himself over who he just met. “She’s also got her masters in engineering. You know what she pointed out- the activation time for DRS is delayed compared to everyone else on the grid. I don’t know how she noticed it, but we’ll take a look at the data and if she’s onto something we’ll fix it before qualifying.”

Damon Hill’s daughter. The 1996 world champion. He had made a name for himself, known for being one of Schumacher's rivals during his prime. Charles knew he had kids, but didn’t know who they were.

He wanted to introduce himself, but he waited till after qualifying.

Was he a little taken aback when you seemed to be paying more attention to Carlos’ side of the garage at the end of the day? Maybe, but you had been watching him all weekend so far so he didn’t like the sudden change.

His P7 starting position was nothing to be overly proud of, but the congratulations was the first thing out of your mouth when he approached you.

“Thank you,” he nodded, suddenly feeling a bit more pride now than five minutes ago. He glanced at the car and then back at you, at the VIP lanyard resting over your chest, at your eyes that momentarily had him forgetting why he walked over to you in the first place.

You held your hand in the same polite manner you had with the mechanics and you introduced yourself as Charles shook it slowly.

“Damon Hill’s daughter,” he stated. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

You cocked your head slightly, “Is that a line?”

A blush crept up to his cheeks when he realised how flirtatious he sounded without trying to, “No- I mean,” he licked his lips. “I guess it could be but I wasn’t trying for that.”

“I only just graduated,” you answered his question, which wasn’t really a question. “Figured I’d watch a few races, check out a few teams before I decide if I want to dip my toe in the motorsports field.”

“Driver?” He asked, eyebrows raised even though Mark had told him what you studied. But you laughed and Charles was glad he brought up the idea of you getting behind the wheel. He could get used to your laugh.

“Engineer,” you corrected. “To be honest, I think IndyCar might be more my thing. Plus I know Arrow McLaren is looking to expand, hire a few more performance engineers. Mind if I use you as a reference? I saw those mechanics working on your DRS set up, don’t let them take the credit for catching the activation error.”

It was his turn to laugh. He liked your humour, something else he could get used to.

“Mark mentioned you pointed it out,” Charles nodded, unable to keep from smiling. He liked the way you spoke. Not only did he find your accent endearing, but he liked how sure you were of yourself. You knew your talents, you knew what you were capable of. He admired it.

“Good luck tomorrow,” you said, taking it upon yourself to end the conversation. You adjusted the purse over your shoulder and gave him a soft smile. “It was nice meeting you, Charles.”

And then you walked off, happily letting someone else from the team accompany you, probably an engineer. Probably someone who could match your expertise in a conversation.

Charles didn’t know when he’d see you again, but he took it upon himself to make sure it was sooner than later.

Following Australia, the drivers had a bit of a break. Almost an entire month.

It was only a few days into the break when he asked his manager to get Damon Hill’s contact information.

Confused was an understatement when your dad called you and said ‘Tell me why I just got an unsolicited text from Charles Leclerc asking if he could have your phone number’.

By the end of the week, Charles had flown you from Paris, where you resided at the time, to Nice. He was there at the airport to pick you up and drive you to Monaco.

You spent that entirety of the break together.

Charles was smitten. As were you.

But you were cautious.

You knew first hand that racing was at the top of his priority list. You weren’t about to get your hopes up and think that these few weeks meant anything. He just had time on his hands and you showed interest.

However, it was hard not to fall for Charles. He treated you well when you were together. He was easy to talk to. He made you feel safe, admired, wanted. He asked all the questions he could think of to get to know you. He made you breakfast in the morning, or at least he tried to. The mornings when you woke up to the smell of burnt eggs were just as entertaining. Plus you figured you could get used to the way he wrapped his arm around your waist as you took over. The kisses he peppered on your shoulder that tempted you towards pulling him back to the bedroom.

By the time the season picked up again for round 4 in Baku, you were so used to being around him that you had to tell yourself not to be hurt that he didn't suggest you go with him.

You and Charles did a lot of things during those few weeks, but never once did you label what you were. That conversation never came up. Neither did the exclusivity talk.

He still called. He texted you daily. He treated you like you were special, but racing came before a relationship. Even your dad reminded you of that. He told you not to dwell on it, that Charles would come to his senses when he felt secure with the team, with the season. He didn’t need the support of a girlfriend, he needed the support of his team.

And then Charles informed you he was flying you out to Miami. He wanted you to watch the race again. He wanted you there.

You didn’t accompany him to the track, but he greeted you with wide arms and the brightest grin when you showed up at the Ferrari garage. His hand stayed on your lower back for a bit as he showed you around, giving you a proper tour but when you came across Mark it was almost as if Charles passed you off.

He said ‘Here, chat with Mark for a bit, I’m sure you’ve got some opinions about the car’ and then he walked away.

You tried not to think too much about it, maybe he had obligations, media, signings, something. He wouldn’t fly you out to Miami and abandon you the first chance he got. He was a driver, he had priorities. You weren’t one of them, not yet.

It was a difficult situation to be in. When Charles gave you his attention, he gave you every ounce of it. But when he was gone, he was gone. Distant, on his phone, sometimes he quite literally disappeared like at the end of the day on Saturday and you were left in the Ferrari garage wondering where the hell he got off to.

But then he knocked on your hotel room door at a little after 10 and who were you to turn him away?

Charles pulled you towards the bed, dragging you with him as he laid on the mattress. He asked about your day between the kisses he left down your neck. You answered as best as you could, but when his hands found the button of your trousers, it became a little more difficult to collect your thoughts.

When he gave you his attention, he gave you every ounce of it.

You had forgotten all about his disappearances earlier. They didn’t matter, he was here now. His lips trailing every inch of your skin as your back curved off the bed. You tried to remind him that he had a race tomorrow, that you both could just go to sleep if he wanted but Charles only smirked and raised his face back to yours.

He hovered his lips above yours, teasing you with a ghost of a kiss, “Ma chérie, I’m not going to sleep until I hear you scream my name.”

He kissed the corner of your lips and then trailed down towards your ear, adding a quiet, “At least twice,” to the end of the original statement.

And Charles was true to his word. He had you seeing stars with just his tongue alone in a matter of minutes.

Charles worshipped you, he took care of you. In a short period of time, he came to know your body and how to get the reactions he desired. He loved seeing you come undone, loving being the one to bring you to the edge and watch you spill over.

Maybe it was a pride he was chasing, but you wouldn’t think of that possibility until it was too late.

When he climbed under the covers next to you at the end of the night, you could still make out the shape of his body, his gentle features, even in the dark. Your hand found his chest, sliding upwards until it wrapped around his shoulders, pulling yourself closer to him.

He traced his fingers over your cheek, pushing a strand of hair out of your face as he whispered, “Comment ai-je eu cette chance?” How did I get so lucky?

That did it for you.

You weren’t just smitten anymore. You were in love.

Another impromptu break after Miami meant you had a few more weeks with Charles before he had to give his attention back to racing. You didn’t spend it all in Monaco this time. After about a week, Charles suggested the two of you go back to your home. Back to Paris.

Paris with him was heavenly.

The rest of the world didn’t matter when it was just the two of you together. Your days were spent taking in the city, your evenings were spent in a variety of restaurants, lounges, anywhere he could spoil you, it seemed.

It was nearing your last few days before he had to leave when he suggested you take a midnight stroll. The weather was perfect, the streets wouldn’t be too busy. You had no reason to say no.

And there was something about walking the streets of Paris with Charles at night, holding his hand while he spun you under his arm beneath the glow of a street lamp. The Eiffel Tower was sparkling in the distance. Charles’ eyes lit up brighter than it.

There was something about him. About this moment. About the last few months. All of it led up to standing here with him now.

And you knew better, but that didn’t stop you.

“I love you.”

And just like that, you faded into madness. Slowly, silently, but it was inevitable.

Charles didn’t say anything. His lips parted like he wanted to, like he thought about it, only to ultimately lick his lips and inhale a sharp breath.

By saying I love you, you plunged a knife into your own chest, opening yourself up to vulnerability, but his silence only twisted it in deeper.

You backed up, hand dropping from his. Was that his doing or yours? He whispered your name, but only out of pity. He didn’t love you. He didn’t love you.

Suddenly Paris didn’t seem so heavenly.

Charles left that night. Maybe he thought you were asleep, but you heard the door swing on its hinges. You heard the wheels of his suitcase being dragged out into the hallway. You turned over in bed, despite knowing you’d find his side empty, but you didn’t think it would turn cold so fast.

A few days later, Charles was spotted walking into the paddock of the Monaco Grand Prix, but he wasn’t alone.

Next to him, the stunning Alexandra Saint Mleux. Even her name was beautiful.

You had heard whispers that Charles and her had a history, but you didn’t think anything of it. Why would you worry yourself with speculation when he was putting you on a pedestal when you were together?

He had a way of making you feel wanted, but you weren’t the only one who felt that way.

Did she know you two were together? That he was with you in Paris? Was he seeing both of you or did he run back to her the second you told him something he wasn’t ready to hear?

You tried to move on, really. There was no relationship for you to cling to, Charles never said you were exclusive. He just knew the right words to say to make you feel like you were.

You flew to Indianapolis for the Indy500. A rash decision, but the further away from Monaco the better. Your connections at Arrow McLaren gave you the chance to get a closer look at the inner workings of the team, had you momentarily forgetting about Charles. You wanted to be an engineer, not the girlfriend of a driver. You told yourself to get it together.

But then you returned home and seeing the slippers you had bought for Charles had you wondering why you couldn’t be both. You would have been both if he just said something, if he just told you he loved you.

You should have distanced yourself from Formula 1, at least for a little while. You should have turned down the invitation from a partnering brand of Ferrari, enticing you to come to Spain for the race. You should have flown back to the states, reconnect with Arrow McLaren.

Instead you found yourself in Barcelona. The entire time you were there you knew it was a mistake and if you couldn’t figure that out on your own, seeing Alexandra chat with some Ferrari team members below while you sat up above in the hospitality was a painful reminder.

Part of you considered talking to her. You wanted to know if she was in the same boat you were- and if she was clueless, maybe give her a heads up that Charles was going to say sweet nothings to her at night only to leave her in the dark.

But Alexandra wasn’t the one you needed to talk to.

Between practice and qualifying on Saturday, you made your way to the paddock knowing that’s where Charles would be. You walked past Alexandra chatting to someone a few motorhomes down, so you felt better knowing she wasn’t currently with him.

Luck would have it, you ran into Mark outside of Ferrari. He invited you in of course, always happy to chat about the sport with someone who appreciated it on the same level and you assured him you would, you just had to talk to Charles first.

You knocked on the door of his driver's room, not even sure what you were going to say. You were hurt, you were saddened, you were angry but you hadn't had time to think about what you would say to him when you were finally face to face again.

The door swung open and there he was. Shocked to see you, first of all, but not upset. You stood in the hallway and watched as Charles took a breath of relief, a sliver of a smile creeping up on his lips as he held the door open for you to walk in.

Your heart jolted at the idea that maybe, he still wanted you. The look he gave you was almost enough for you to forget he hadn’t said a word to you since you told him you loved him.

Almost.

You stepped in and leaned against the door after it shut, keeping a safe distance as he stood back against the massage table.

Your lips parted, but before you could get a word out, his phone started to ring. You both glanced at the contact, at who was trying to get a hold of him.

Alexandra.

You swallowed, waiting until he let it go to voicemail before your timid voice filled the room. “You love her?”

Maybe Charles didn’t know how to love anyone. You’d believe it, with the way he tensed the second the word passed through your lips. He didn’t say yes, but he didn’t say no, either.

“I can’t commit, Y/N.” He tried to say, like that made up for everything. Like that’s the answer you were looking for.

“No, you can, Charles, but not to me.” You stated, keeping your voice calm. You weren’t one to yell. Causing a scene wasn’t your thing. You were always so soft spoken. Soft spoken, but straight to the facts. “Were you seeing both of us at the same time?”

“She knows, if that's what you're wondering." Charles quickly slid that piece of information in there. “She found out- about us. Threatened to leave me if-”

“If you didn’t choose?” You raised your eyebrows. Once again, his silence spoke volume. “So did you make up your mind before or after Paris?”

Charles averted his gaze for a second, “I realised in Paris I couldn’t love you the way you loved me.”

“You probably realised that a lot earlier,” you pointed out.

Charles must have known you adored him. There was no way he didn’t see the way you looked at him, the way you worshipped him. He knew and still strung you along, making you think he could love you back if you were just patient.

“You didn’t need to lead me on as long as you did, Charles.”

“I didn’t want to lose you.”

I didn’t want to lose you, he says. Bringing light to the fact that he had you. You were his, in a sense. Despite never saying the words out loud.

But he was never yours.

“So I was there, for what?” You asked. “As a backup? In case things with Alexandra didn’t work out?”

Charles was intimated by how calm you were. He would have preferred if you yelled at him, if you fought with him. It would make it easier on both ends to put whatever this relationship was to rest. Instead, you were serene. You came here to talk, to get answers, you didn’t come here to form a divide.

Because if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t ready to let go. How could you let go when you hadn’t spoken? He hadn’t given you closure, he didn’t say I don’t love you he just…didn’t say anything.

You weren’t going to beg for him to come back, but in the far corners of your mind you were hoping that your appearance here would make him question his decision. You were banking on the idea that when he saw you, he’d remember what he saw in the first place when you met in Australia.

If he changed his mind right now, you’d put all of this behind you. You’d stay at his side, you’d be there for him, you’d be his for real this time.

If he, once again, said nothing, you’d go. You’d go and you’d stay gone.

“I loved you,” you whispered. The past tense striking Charles more than he thought it would, but he didn’t show it. Loved. You loved him, and you still could.

Thirty seconds passed. Then a minute. Almost two and the only thing that lingered between you was silence. Heavy, loud, painful silence.

You grabbed the handle of the door and decided enough time had gone on. You deserved better than this, than a man who couldn’t make a decision, than someone who played with your feelings because they couldn’t figure out their own.

The second you pulled the door back, your name fell from Charles’ lips. You were one step into the hall, halfway to gone, and he stopped you.

All he had to do was say don’t go. All he had to do was tell you he wanted you.

With your back still to the Ferrari driver, you waited for those next words but they never came. You knew they wouldn’t.

That was the last time you spoke to Charles. You knew how to stay true to your word too.

So why was he suddenly here, six months later, sitting on your couch and looking at you like he was waiting for you to say something first when you made it clear a long time ago if you were gone, you were gone.

Charles only took a sip of his tea before putting it on the coffee table. He then moved the box of Christmas ornaments, not liking the divide it put between you as if he wasn't the one to create the wedge in the first place.

You were stupid, to speak first, but you were tired of the silence. He came here for a reason and if he wasn’t going to tell you why in the next two minutes, you were going to send him back out into the snow.

“How’s Alexandra?” You asked, not that you were interested in knowing if he was happy or thriving in his relationship. You were, however, impressed to see that he could in fact commit, but you were right about that. He just didn’t want to commit to you.

“Do you care?” He asked in return.

You shook your head slightly, “I do not.”

Charles smiled at your honesty. Your gentle tone didn’t match the brutal truth.

“So let’s not talk about her,” Charles said and you nodded in agreement. He shifted in his spot, glancing at the decorations, the tea, really anything but you.

And you weren’t about to wait again, not if this was going to lead to the one thing your silence always led to.

You sucked in a breath, “Charles if you don’t tell me why you’re here…”

He nodded, knowing that this was all on him. He was lucky enough to even be allowed into your home, and he knew you were slowly regretting that decision the longer he just didn’t get to the point.

Charles lifted his head, eyes finally meeting yours. He even flinched, like he was trying to reach for your hand only to decide against it at the last second, relying on just his words for a change.

“I shouldn’t have let you go.”

Part 2 - now that we don’t talk

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thegnomelord · 5 months

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A Little Bit Of Heaven

CW: NSFW, FTM subbot Gaz, domtop Male Reader, oral, scar kissing, soft fluffy sex, body worship, lingerie, fem language, reader is whipped for Gaz

PS: This is inspired by @ramvur 's art piece of Gaz, @el-chonkus you wanted to be tagged so here you go :D

The last few months have been Hell on both of you; mission after mission, drill after drill, chasing away exhaustion and sleep deprivation with copious amounts of caffeine in an attempt to put a dent in the stacks of paperwork you've been given. Despite spending most of your time together, be it training recruits or as battle buddies on missions, it feels like you and Kyle never have time for each other, the only time you two have to be intimate being when Kyle sleeps on your shoulder during the long plane rides.

So when Price tells you you two are cleared for a week of military leave, you jump at the chance to have a proper vacation. Once you get the tickets you put it in an envelope, going out to find Gaz.

You find him in your shared bunk room, peacefully snoring with a book splayed over his chest. Even in his sleep he's on edge, fingers twitching occasionally as if pulling the trigger of a gun. You're quiet as a mouse as you walk to his bed, kneeling to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

Kyle's eyelids flutter open, your familiar outline in his blurry vision calms him before military grade instincts can kick in, having to blink a few times to focus on you. "Mhm, what'ime isit?" He slurs as he sits up, the few minutes of sleep doing nothing to lessen the bags under his pretty brown eyes.

"Still early." You say, keeping your voice low. "I'm sorry for waking you,"

"Is fine," He waves away your apology, reaching out to wrap a loose arm around your neck, pulling you closer. "Did you need something?" Kyle's still groggy as he nuzzles your cheeks together, aiming for your lips but winding up kissing your nose.

"Yeah," You take a moment to relish the intimacy, not that Kyle minds, breathing in your scent with a happy sigh; God knows how long you'd spent in an intimacy deficit. "Guess what I did." You say with a humorous tone.

That sobers him up enough to lean back and give you a critical eye. "If you hid Price's cigars again I'm not hiding you." He warns, but there's obvious amusement in his voice.

"No, no," You snort, holding out the envelope for him. "It's something better."

"Do I even want to know?" Kyle raises an eyebrow but takes the envelope, opening it. Inside he finds two plane tickets to Greece, along with an invoice for a rented villa. "Are these. . .?" His voice dies down as he looks at you with wide eyes.

"You did say you wanted to go somewhere warm." You shrug a shoulder, trying not to show how much you hope he'll be pleased by this seeing as you two hadn't planned anything for your leave.

"Oh, mate," You can't describe the wide smile that graces his features, bright like the sun, one you'd happily let blind you. "Come here you-" He pulls you so close your foreheads bonk together, you can feel his grin as he kisses you. "-beautiful bastard." He sighs as your lips part but you don't, breathing in the same air.

"You're the beautiful one." Your comment has him giggling like a child; Kyle's laugh feels like silk on your ears, so infectious you find yourself giggling too. "Do you like them?"

"Do you even need to ask?" He teases, pulling you into another kiss.

. . .

Gaz is very smug on the day you're supposed to leave, cheeky as he gushes to Soap of all the things you two have got planned for your vacation, which of course has the Scot whining to Ghost about 'stepping up'. But it's all in good fun and you're sent off with a few demands to bring souvenirs.

Despite how tired you two are, the entire plane ride to Greece is spent learning about the local town near the villa you'd rented and all the tourist attractions there, learning a few sayings as well as how not to get scammed.

He's like a kid on Christmas when you finally get to the villa, exploring every room and the grounds around it; It's as pretty as it is old, spiderwebs of ivy and roses wrapping around the columns and sides of it, built on a cliff overlooking the ocean, but far bigger than what you two are used to, Kyle's animated assessment of every little detail in the frescos, evaporating the eeriness of the empty rooms.

And of course, the first thing you do when you get there is sleep a solid 24 hours, your exhaustion catching up to you two. You wake up the next day to Kyle still snoring next to you, much more relaxed and clutching you like a koala. He doesn't even stir when you get out of bed to make him and you a very late breakfast, receiving loving kisses on the cheek when Kyle finally stumbles out of dream land.

You spend your vacation doing all the typical couple things, thousands of photos filling Gaz's phone — you two dinning out or attempting to make some local dishes, several of you two donkey riding across the mountains (and one that he'd favored of a donkey trying to eat your clothes), silly photos of you two interacting with the statues in a nearby garde (you especially love the one of him imitating one), pictures of sunsets and sunrises and a dozen more of him coming out of the water, some selfies of Gaz with you haggling with a merchant in the background as well as your triumphant smirk as you hold a pearl necklace to Kyle's neck from behind.

Kyle likes to look at the photos when he wakes up before you, your body warm and pressed against his from behind while you sleep with your arms around him, his chest light as a feather from how intimate you two had been able to be, how lovely you'd been to him, a true gentleman and every bit the man he fell in love with.

And Kyle decides he wants to do something for you. And for him. A nice gift for the both of you.

He has to shove his pillow into your arms otherwise you wouldn't let go of him, a small giggle leaving his lips at how you nuzzle and hug the pillow like a koala. He tries to stay quiet as he goes to the dresser to pick up the small special suitcase he'd brought just for this vacation, picking out the clothes he'd wanted to wear just for you and him, but never got the time.

He watches himself in the mirror as he puts on the stockings, the material soft against his skin, the kitten heels fitting him perfectly. Kyle struggles with the bralette for a few minutes, but it's worth it when it frames his pecs in such a pleasing way, perking them up and hiding the top scars that run beneath them. Finally comes the long feathered robe, dragging behind him when he twirls in front of the mirror.

Kyle can feel giddy bubbling in his chest, heart beating just a bit faster. Back on base he would have felt ashamed at wearing something so frivolous and impractical, he was a soldier god damn it, but here, with you, he's just Kyle.

Gaz glances to your still sleeping form as he sits by the vanity to do his makeup, lipstick and mascara and a light blush, taking care of the small amount of facial he's managed to grow. He can't wait to see how you'll react when you see him like this. . .

A little mischievous smirk crosses his features and Gaz silently comes to your side of the bed, leaning down to kiss your face, leaving red lipstick marks all across your skin before leaving you to wake up to his surprise.

. . .

You wake from sunlight filtering through the curtains, the soft sound of Kyle humming rousing you from your dreams. You attempt to cuddle closer but soon enough figure out it's a pillow you're hugging. You grumble and sit up, your brain stuttering when you see yourself in the mirror. Bright lipstick marks dot a side of your face, from your forehead down all the way down to your jaw.

Kyle's work, no doubt, but you can't bring yourself to wipe his marks on you — a type of stigmata you'd happily wear. You don't bother with clothes, yawning as you follow the soft sound of his humming to the balcony.

You nearly swallow your tongue when you see him; wreathed in the soft morning light, his skin glowing like the golden bracelets on his arms, the pink roses blending in with his robe making him look like he's sitting on a cloud, soft feathers accentuating the robe like pearly sea foam he'd formed from. Your eyes roam from his red heels up the toned thighs, the sunlight softening the harsh scars decorating his stomach, the sheer material of the bralette both leaving nothing to the imagination and making you want to pull it off, his red lips like the red skin of an apple Eve had been tempted with.

If you were a Trojan prince, you wouldn't have looked at any goddess had Kyle been there, someone the sculptors of old times would have clamored to have as a muse.

If he told you he was a god, you'd take it as gospel, gift Kyle all your devotion just like the pearl necklace he's appraising.

"Holy hell." You mumble, scared to distract him, unwilling to pull him out of his own little world where his face isn't tense with unease and exhaustion, where his shoulders are relaxed and his instincts are blissfully sleeping, where he can just be.

But Kyle hears you, his warm brown eyes shifting to you, a bit of surprise flashing in his face before smiling. "I was wondering when you'd wake up." Kyle chuckled, a flush of heat spreading across his face at the way you look at him — eyes smoldering like coals with desire, a lovesick puppy just for him.

"You could have just woken me up if you were lonely." You hummed as you slowly approached him, brushing your fingers against his cheek. "You know I'd never say no to you."

"I know, I know." He huffs, pretty dark lashes fluttering as he pats your hand before pulling you into a kiss. You can taste wine on his lips, soft and plush against your own. He pulls back, holding up the pearls pearls. "Help me with these yeah?"

"Sure," You say, watching him shift so his back is facing you. You clip the pearl necklace around his neck easily, kissing the back of his neck just to feel him shiver. "There you go, handsome man."

"Trying to seduce me are you?" Gaz grins and quickly turns to you, pecking your forehead but pulling back when you attempt to kiss him.

"Can you blame me?" You nuzzle his neck, laying gentle kisses across his neck, your heart fluttering when he tilts his head back to give you more room. "You're absolutely gorgeous."

"Oh you," You can just about catch the way a blush darkens his face to a rich mahogany, his skin warming under your lips as you nibble on his collarbones. "charming bastard." He chuckles, holding the back of your neck as you go further down to trace the outline of his sternum with your lips.

"Just for you," Your hands rise up to cup his pecs over the bralette, lightly groping without attempting to take it off just yet. "Do you want to. . .?" You ask, rubbing your thumb over his pebbled nipple and god, if the soft silk pressing against his sensitive skin doesn't turn him on, nothing will.

"Fuck yes." Gaz whines so sweetly, holding your head close to his chest as you pull one nipple into your mouth, wetting the silk and making him shiver. You pull off to do the same to the other nipple, your hands roaming over his torse, tracing the harsh scars before going back up to push the bralette enough for you to be able to trace the top scars with your tongue. "Oh shit." He grunts as you kiss along the sensitive skin from one side of his chest to the other. "Love." He whines, embarrassed by his own eagerness, but if you don't touch him more he swears he's going to die.

You pull back and settle on your knees; Gods may be worshiped in blood and wine, but your devotion is all he needs. And you'll give it to him.

Your revenant fingers grope the muscle and fat of his thigh, slowly pulling down the pink stocking and following after it with your lips. Tracing the imprint the stocking had left at his mid thigh, pecking the bony part of his knee, kissing the small scars dotting his shin down to his ankle as you finally pull his heel and stocking off him.

Gaz swears he can feel his heart beating in his throat as he watches you repeat the process on his other leg, warmth lingering long after your lips have moved on. "Christ alive," He mumbles, the moment you peel off his remaining stocking he's spreading his legs for you, cheeks growing warm as your eyes settle on his cunt. A damp spot has grown on the feathered robe where his slick had trickled down, curly dark hair slick with his arousal, his dick starting to peek beneath it's hood. "Don't tease me now love." He whines out the last word, buzzing nerves threatening to force his thighs to close, but his need for you outweighs the embarrassment of exposing himself like this.

You're between his legs in a second, hiking his thighs on your shoulders and feeling the hard earned muscles tense around your ears. "Alright, alright." Is the last words you say before starting to really worship him, his hand brushing your hair as you press your face against his cunt.

Your tongue circling his hole and lapping up the slick dripping from it births a relieved and pleased sigh from Kyle's chest. The slow movement of your tongue exploring his pussy lips has his muscles relaxing, forcing him to recline on the bench, the railing of the balcony providing needed support as you slowly circle his hardening dick. You flatten your tongue to give his dick something to rub against, moving your tongue up and down as Kyle's hips twitch to meet your movements, lazily following after the pleasure.

You have no need to rush, listening to his pleased sighs and small little whimpers as you let him set the pace. Kyle can barely see you from how blurry his eyes are, soft sounds leaving his lips as you search out all his pleasure spots like you don't know where they are, like you're doing this for the first and last time; He has to bite his lip to give his thoughts something to latch on to lest his mind drown in the pleasure, embarrassment curling in the spaces of is belly not overtaken with heat at the thought of cumming so fast.

But you can feel how he comes closer and closer to an orgasm by the way his chest heaves, the way more slick continues to trickle from his cunt, staining your chin despite your best efforts to swallow his ichor down. His hand on the back of your hand keys you in to go faster, and without further ado you focus solely on his dick, swirling your tongue around it like it's a lollypop, dipping to lap beneath the hood.

His thighs tense like vices around your ears, threatening to crack your skull— what a wonderful death —is all your mind can think as oxygen slowly depletes, your sole objective to pleasure him. Distantly you can hear him chant your name, thighs shaking and hips twitching to grind his dick against your tongue.

Suddenly you wrap your lips around his length and suck.

His orgasm crashes over Kyle like a wave, pulling him down to drown in the depths of mind-numbing pleasure, sea foam popping in his belly as heat burns in his bones. You mouth opens to swallow all the slick gushing from his cunt and down your jaw, wet hair tickling your face as his shaking thighs clench around your head.

You don't pull away when Kyle's orgasm winds down and his thighs relax. "Sh-ah- shite!" Kyle moans when your tongue returns, feather light flicks against his pulsating walls collecting his slick like you've been in a desert for months. Your name falls from his lips, both a prayer and a curse, his thighs shaking as static dances across his nerves, his hand on his mouth trying to uselessly silence his moans as you lap up his arousal.

He finally manages to gather enough strength to pull your head back, both of you struck dumb by the other. You— by how ruined he looks, lines of mascara down his cheeks from where tears had laid a path, chest heaving and skin turned rich mahogany from ears to collarbones; Kyle — by how debauched you look, the lipstick marks he'd left earlier smudged all across your face, jaw and throat shining with his slick.

Fuck, he's aroused again.

He whimpers your name, tugging your head. "Need you." He whispers, eyes hooded.

In one smooth move you rise to your feet and pick him up, his legs and arms wrapping around you as he pulls you into a kiss, uncaring of his own taste on your tongue. You have just enough sense in your head to make your way to a laying couch close by, putting him down, your heart fluttering at how the feathered robe spreads out around him like a cloud.

"Hurry up," Kyle grumbles, a blush burning his cheeks even more as he splays his legs open for you, cunt clenching around nothing and dick hard as a rock, his arms still firmly wrapped around your neck to keep your mouths close.

You chuckle, the tip of your achingly hard cock kissing his cunt just as you do to his lips, "Breathe in and relax." You grip your dick in one hand to position yourself.

"'m not a bloody virgin." Kyle complains, his entire body so relaxed and pussy so slick that his cunt doesn't offer even a smidgeon of resistance as you push in, both of you groaning as your cock spreads his warm walls open.

"Let me treat you like one." You snort and distract any discomfort he might feel with a kiss, slowly sinking deeper and deeper until your balls rest against his ass, cock throbbing inside his clenching cunt. You stop, resting your forehead against his as you wait him to adjust.

Kyle breathes out a small grumble, "Only if you move." His leg wraps around your waist, heel digging into your back to force your hips to shift.

You grin and kiss him again, swallowing his moans when you pull back a bit and push your cock back in, his cunt greedily swallowing you back in and clenching around you like it doesn't want to let you go. But Kyle shifts his hips to meet your thrusts half way, his nails clawing scratches into your back when you start moving quicker.

"Oh, fuck- yes!- like that, just-" Kyle pants into your mouth, eyes hooded and unfocused, pleasure gnawing on his nerves as every deep thrust nails a pleasure spot inside him, the veins of your cock scrapping his sensitive walls, his slick wetting both of your pubes. He jumps the second you reach down to stroke his dick between two of your fingers, timing it to stroke down every time you bottom out inside him, the air around you filled with the scent of sex and Kyle's sweet moans and chants of your name.

"Fuck, I'm close." You warn as you increase your pace, your entire body buzzing with pleasure. "Do you want it inside?" You ask, biting your lips and trying to stave off your orgasm.

"Shite- yes, yes, yes-" Kyle throws his back as his orgasm sneaks up on him for the second time, slick warm walls clamping down on your flesh like vices as he cums. You follow suit soon after, bottoming out as you cum inside him.

You're both breathless and sweaty as you shift him around so you're not crushing him when you lay down, your head resting on his chest. Your eyes close as you listen to his breathing, and you swear you could fall asleep if his hands didn't brush your hair, scratching the back of your neck until you force your eyes open.

His smiling face greets you, soft and warm like the sun, "Thank you love." He grins, tugging you into a quick and soft kiss.

"Thank you." You hum, making him laugh a little. You lay there just enjoying the sound of the sea and the chirping birds for a bit. Then you feel him shift, grinding his hips back onto your soft cock still inside him. "Kyle?" You ask, your cock hardening slowly despite the pain of overstimulation.

"Think you can go again?" There's an impish smirk on his handsome face as he grinds his hips again, every bit a demanding god as he pulls you back into a hungry kiss, all tongue and teeth.

And you wouldn't dare refuse him. . .

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The Aftermath

Hello Tumblr and Hello readers.

This is Part 3 of Monthly visits. I really hope you enjoy it. I’m already working on Part 4, so hopefully you won’t have to wait that much. Does this part end in a cliffhanger? Yes. Am I sorry about it? No.

Let me know if I should continue this series. Hope you enjoy this!

The past few days have been incredibly challenging for you. Ava's room was finally finished, so you had to help her move to the room and Lucia finally decided to join La Masia, so you went with her to sign the contract.

Things with Alexia have been really in a weird place. You still remember vividly your conversation with her that day after she called for a break.

"So you want a break from me or the kids?" You ask, nearly crying, changing your position on the bed to sitting, waiting for an answer.

"I don't know, okay! These past few weeks have been overwhelming; I thought I could handle it. Then, Mom began talking about holidays and Christmas, and I guess I didn't think about it before? I don't know, it feels like my life has been changing so much, and I can't keep up anymore." She says clearly, in a very anxious state. "And above all of this, there is the World Cup, and I have all this pressure put on me, and I just want to disappear." She gets out sobbing, making your heartbreak.

"Hey, hey, look at me." You gently take her face, turning it to you, wiping away her tears. "Since when has this been going on?"

"Since I got called up for the World Cup."

"So two months ago." You say more to yourself. "Why didn't you tell me anything?"

"You had already been dealing with your problems; I didn't want to add to anything."

"You are not a problem to me, okay? If you are happy, I am happy. If you are sad, I am sad. Whatever you need, I'll always be with you. I love you. And I know I don't say it much, but I probably should have. I love you." You began leaving small kisses on her face, trying to kiss away the tears, "What do you need?"

"I need not feel so broken and out of control of my feelings." She says, keeping her gaze down.

"It's alright to feel broken every once in a while, and it's alright to feel out of control. If you need time, I can give it to you. I'd rather lose you for a while than for the rest of my life. I'd wait a thousand lifetimes for you because you are worth waiting for. So when you are ready. I'll be right here." Your eyes start to water, too, as you understand what this entails. You shift on your bed, hugging her.

"I love you so much, Alexia. I don't know what I would do without you. You really changed my life for the better. You are the love of my life. The only person I imagine spending my life with. And I swear to God, or whatever is up there, that one day I'm going to marry you, and I'll finally feel like I deserve your love."

"You know, you never said that."

"What?"

"That you wanted to marry me." She smiles shyly, keeping her head on your shoulder, hiding in the crook of your neck.

"Of course I do. I can't wait to be your wife and call you that." You pause, taking a deep breath, making her move her head to look at you. "But before that, you must focus on yourself and be good and happy. I want a happy wife, okay? Not the depressed ones you see in the movies that drink an absurd amount of wine and pass out. I want you to be happy. And if, eventually, I am not part of that happiness, I still want to see you happy." She nods, giving you a light kiss on your hand. "I want you to have fun at the World Cup and kick ass, okay? If you ever need me, I'm a phone call away."

That night was the last time you saw her. You told yourself you wouldn't call or look at her Instagram; it would be too painful. So you decided to distract yourself, of course, still having as first priority the kids.

The first thing you did was go to the pitch. You decided to take Lucia and Ava with you, the older girl was about to start the season in Barcelona B, and you couldn't be happier for her.

You were practicing free kicks and penalties. You and Lucia were in a clear competition while Ava was just there having fun with the ball. After a while, Ava got bored, so she decided to stay on the sidelines in the shadow playing some games on your phone, which left you and Lucia on the pitch.

"Where is Alexia, by the way? I haven't seen her all morning." She asks out of the blue, catching you off guard.

"She left for the World Cup." You reply coldly, quickly passing the ball from one foot to the other, then shooting hard to the goal post, scoring a top bin.

"Aren't they leaving in like two days?" She replies, clearly not getting the point.

"Aren't you asking a lot of questions?" You glare at her, then realize that your tone slightly hurt Lucia. "I'm really sorry, Lucia. I didn't mean to snap at you like that."

"No problem, I'm used to it anyways." She rolls her eyes, closing off, then walks away.

You were feeling guilty; you really didn't want to hurt her feeling, so you told her the truth, "She left."

"What?" She turns around, looking at you.

You take a deep breath, "She left me."

"Wait, what? You broke up?" She says, shocked at the revelation, fully turning her body to you, taking a step towards you.

"I don't know. I'm sorry I snapped at you; you took me off guard with the question, and I still haven't fully processed it."

"It's okay. I just overreacted." She pauses. "I'm really sorry about Alexia. Do you need a hug?" She asks awkwardly.

You chuckle. "No. It's better not. If you will, I'll start crying. And I am an ugly crier, especially when it comes to Alexia. And I don't think none of us want to experience that."

"Are you going to be okay?"

"I will be." You release a shaky exhale. "Now, let's go back home. Ava here is getting too bored." You wrap your arm around Lucia's shoulder and take her to her sister.

As you get back home, you decide to go and take a shower, and there you silently cry until no tears are left. You then change into something comfy and go outside to your garden, trying to get some fresh air, and for the first time during the day, you check your phone. There were multiple missed calls from Alba and one from one of your best friends, Mapi. You knew that you had to call back both women, so you opted to go first with Alba. You knew it would be a sad call and hoped that calling Mapi after would cheer you up.

Spoiler Alert: It didn’t.

You take a deep breath and call Alba; she almost immediately picks up.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Alba asks almost immediately, quite sadly. You really didn't want her to pity you.

"You already know the answer, Alba." You smile sadly, "How is she?" You couldn't not ask about her; even though you tried to keep some distance, you still wanted to know how she was doing.

"She is miserable and guilty but knows she must focus on herself now."

"Did you tell her she doesn't have to feel guilty?"

“Y/n.” She replies sternly. "She might be my sister, but that doesn't mean I must agree with everything she does."

"Alba, we know how your sister deals with the pressure and anxiety. Alexia has always been very sensitive. She doesn't deal well with that kind of thing; when she was younger, she had her father and football that kept her going on and deal with the pressure. Now she only has football. You can't take that away from her."

"But she can take you out of her life?"

"That is an unfair question." You clench your jaw, trying to keep at bay your own feelings.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry."

"Just know that I only want what is best for your sister, and if she really wants to, she will return; I really hope she will."

"She will." She says a little too sternly. "Or else she won't hear the end of it from me and Mom."

"Just please, stay with her, support her, and care for her. She needs it now more than ever for this World Cup."

You soon end the call after that, and after taking a minute to ground yourself, you call your best friend. She, too, picks up very quickly.

“Y/N!” She screams in your ear excitedly, .

"How was Norway? Did you already come back? Are you already in Barcelona?" You reply as excited as you can, given the circumstances.

"Norway isn't that bad; I missed Barcelona though; Ingrid made it worth it. How are you? How's Alexia?" You could feel her smile through the phone.

"Mapi, you have been away for a month; I have some news to share, big news, actually."

"Oh my God, did you get engaged?" She replies excitedly; without making your reply, she continues, "Oh my God, I'm so happy for you guys! And yes, of course, I will be your maid of honor, and yes, of course, I already planned your bachelorette par-"

"Maria calmate, I didn't get engaged." You reply sadly while feeling utterly sick to your stomach from the sadness of the situation.

"Then what is the big news to share?"

"I think I need to tell you in person about it."

"Oh, you can't leave me hanging like that!"

"Come over, and I'll tell you." You say, nearly reaching your point of total exasperation, you knew she wouldn't budge, but you also knew it was best to tell her in person that you have children now.

"A small hint?"

Losing your patience from your long day, you went straight to the point, "I adopted two children, and Alexia and I are on a break." You say, feeling a knot closing your throat.

"Ha ha, a good joke; tell me the truth."

"Mapi, I'm not joking." You say while your voice is wavering. She never heard you cry.

"I'm coming over." With that, she closes the call leaving you with a small tear running down your cheek.

You go inside and find the two girls watching something on TV.

"So girls, change of plans; a friend of mine is coming over, so you will meet them."

"Is it someone from the team?" Lucia asks.

You nod, "Guess."

"I know you are friends with Mapi; is it her?" Ava says excitedly.

"Yes, it is her, but that doesn't change anything. Bedtime is always at the same time."

"But-"She tries to find an excuse, but you interrupt her, "No buts, you will definitely see more of her, so don't worry." She lightly pouts, reminding you of Alexia and how she uses the same facial expression.

When you hear the doorbell ring, you open the door, finding your best friend in front of you for the first time in a month. You share a hug, then she asks, "So what happened? What is all this about?" Trying to make sense of what you said in the phone call. "Or was this a way to make me come over?" She gives you a mischievous smirk.

"Even though I missed you, it's not. I'll let you meet the kids, and we can talk later, okay?"

"So it wasn't a joke?" You shake your head, annoyed, "Then this 'talk' will take a while.”

She enters your home and makes her meet the girls. In the beginning, Ava was very shy, hiding a little behind you. But, as soon as Mapi began asking for her attention, she gladly gave it to her. Whereas Lucia was trying to keep it cool.

Your teammate, in the meantime, was giving the older girl a weird look as if she was trying to remember something.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" She asks, mostly rhetorically. Your friend had a memory of steel. "Wait, you were the girl that won the meet and greet."

Lucia shyly nods.

"I remember you because you were the first kid I met after joining Barcelona. You were so excited to meet your favorite players. But then, when you found out that Alexia and Y/n weren't there, you were so sad." She chuckled. "You must be happy living with your favorite player now." She says while looking at her smirking and then glancing at you.

"Oh yeah, they never shut up about Alexia. It's so annoying." You chuckle, crossing your arms, looking at both girls as if you unveiled one of their secrets.

"Oh no, if I'm not wrong, Alexia wasn't your favorite player," You could see Lucia changing expression in one instance, trying to communicate with Mapi to stop talking, she was shaking her head, widening her eyes. She was embarrassed, and you could see it from miles away. "Your favorite player was Y/n Y/ln." She chuckles.

You turn around facing her, utterly shocked, wearing a proud smirk.

"She couldn't stop talking about how much she loved to see you play and how she couldn't wait for you to win the Champions League. It was quite cute, actually."

"Now. Now. Lucia. Now that I have this information, you know you'll never hear the end of it, right?" You chuckle a little, making the girl slightly blush from the embarrassment but quickly recovering.

"You really had to say it?" Lucia asks Mapi, shaking her head.

"Of course she did! Do you want an autograph?" You joke.

"Oh my God! Stop it!" She says, smiling, clearly not enjoying your teasing.

"Lucia, pay some respect to your favorite player!" Mapi retorts, then she bursts out laughing.

"Yeah, Lucia! Pay some respect. In this household, we don't condone this disrespect, especially when talking about your idols." You finish the teasing while she rolls her eyes, "Moving on, who's up for some food?" You ask, turning to the three girls around you.

You decided to order pizza again; you really had to begin doing some serious grocery shopping.

You were so happy that your best friend met the two girls that you loved so much, and you were even more delighted when you saw that they got along great; it was nearly perfect. Only a person missed for it to be perfect.

That night you played games together, and when it was time to go to bed, Ava apprehensively went to bed after some convincing.

"I think I'm going to bed, too," Lucia said soon after her sister left for her room.

"You know you don't have to; if you want, you can stay with us." You offer.

"Nah, don't worry. I'm tired, and I have some episodes that I have to catch up with." She says, heading to her room. "Goodnight!" She says, while you and Mapi reply in the same way.

After a month of not seeing each other, you were left alone with your best friend.

"So, the girls are great!" She says, clearly trying to begin all the explanations you had to give her.

"Before I begin explaining everything, I need a drink." You go to your kitchen, open the first bottle of wine, and then go outside with your friend.

You sit at the table, basically downing your glass of wine. You took a deep breath then you began explaining everything to her. First, how you met the kids and what made you adopt them, then you talked about what happened with Alexia, reserving some of the most private details.

"She told me she needed a break because she was getting too overwhelmed, and of course, I let her."

"She's an idiot. She'll come to her senses, believe me. You and her work so well together; it's almost annoying. I don't think I could ever see you guys break up." You knew that she would be sad about Alexia leaving you, as she was the person that indirectly put you two together in the first place.

"Me too. But I guess nothing good ever works out perfectly." You reply sadly, looking at your glass of wine just poured. "I even bought a ring; I would propose after the World Cup. I had everything planned. Our honeymoon, the wedding date, everything. I'm so delusional." You realize, sadly.

"Hey, hey, Y/n, you are not delusional." She reassures you, taking your hand. You look up at her with glassy eyes, looking at her skeptically. "She wants the same things as you do. It might not seem like it right now, but you'll have your happy ending in the future."

"You know what I hate about all of this? The fact I still don't know what made her decide to want to leave me. Is it me? The kids? She said she couldn't deal with the constant pressure anymore, but what made her change her mind about me? Fuck! Am I not enough? In those three years that we've been together, we've gone through so much, from dealing with my own shit to her ACL; I thought that what we had was good, great even. I thought that taking the next step would be the best thing, you know, she would give me hints too that she was waiting for the proposal. So I thought she was sure about us, but I guess I was wrong? I don't know. I really don't know." You sniff, trying to keep in tears, then you quickly backtrack. "I'm really sorry; I shouldn't be dumping you like that; I know I am talking about one of your best friends too."

"No, Y/n, you can talk to me about it. You are one of my best friends too, okay? And I'm here for you. For whatever you need. And now that you have kids. Thanks for telling me right away, by the way," She remarks ironically, earning a chuckle from you, "I'll be the best aunt they ever had."

"I know you will." You give her a faint smile.

From your talk with Mapi, you realized one thing, which is that the kids should be your first priority, and everything else would come second.

You tried to deal with Alexia leaving after three years of relationship, in many ways. Normal people would think that you went to therapy, as this whole situation was making your abandonment issues from your parents surf up, but instead, you coped differently: watching Grey's Anatomy, the first seasons obviously.

That show was oddly comforting for you, for many people, such as Alexia, were adamant about watching it at first. You tried to convince her to watch it for three years, but she never budged. So now that she is gone, you thought it was the best time to watch it again. You usually watch it after Ava’s bedtime. You would put it on your TV for a couple of episodes. Initially, you didn't go in order; you just watched the most painful episodes. In all of this, Lucia would be like Alexia; she would roll her eyes when you watched the show and then go and mind her own business. You often offered her to come and watch it with you, but she wouldn't; you jokingly called her a girl full of prejudice, while she replied that she wasn't as lame and soft as you. But you could definitely see her stealing some glances at the show.

What you didn't know was that Lucia and Mapi were keeping in touch. A phone call happened, and Lucia told your best friend that you began watching the show; needless to say, Mapi was concerned because she knew that you only watched the show when you were on the verge of a mental breakdown. She told Lucia that she would be coming over soon, as she left town for a couple of days. But you still didn't know that.

That left you one night while you were watching a really intense episode. Lucia came out of the kitchen, passing through the living room, trying to get to her room, but she suddenly stopped looking at the screen. "Wait. Where is the brunette? The best friend of Meredith, I think. Wasn't she supposed to be in the show from day one?"

"She left," you replied, not taking your eyes away from the screen.

"Wait. What?" She says surprised, taking a seat next to you. You gave her a pillow.

"Yep."

"Is it okay if you put an episode from the beginning?" She asks shyly. You beam at her and switch on to the first episode.

And that is how Lucia began watching Grey's Anatomy. And what shocked you the most was that she was an emotional kid, and she got really invested really quickly, but what was funny was that she tried to hide it, but she never managed to do it properly, silently sobbing when characters died.

A week after, you were so invested that you watched it in all of your free time. You knew that it wasn't healthy. Especially for you, but it looked like she was enjoying herself, so who were you to stop her from watching something she loved.

That day you were watching the bomb episode; Ava left with Nico to get some stuff for his shop, leaving you and Lucia with time to kill, so you put on the show, and both decided you were up for a show marathon. As you got up to get some water for the both of you, you heard a knock at the door.

"Hey Mapi, what are you doing here?" You ask happily, being surprised you were seeing your friend without her telling you beforehand.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, why?" You ask her, clearly hiding the fact that you were watching Grey's Anatomy.

"You are watching Grey's Anatomy again, right?"

"No, I am not!" You say defensively.

"Stop bullshitting me, Y/n. Do you remember after we lost the Champions League last year against Lyon? You began watching that freaking show because you thought it could bring you some comfort, but instead, it made it worst!"

"That's not true!" You bark, even though you know it is the truth. "And you can't barge in like this, into my home unannounced, making wrongful claims."

"Lucia told me to come."

"And since when you and Lucia talk?"

"Since the night we met, so where is she?"

"Oh, you'll love what you are about to see." You chuckle, taking her to the living room.

When she saw Lucia watching the show, her face was adorned with the most disgusted and offended look.

"Lucia?" She says, making her turn around quickly, giving her a guilty expression.

"Okay, this is not what it looks like. It's-It's Y/n's fault."

"Oh don't blame me! I didn't force you." You say, showing the palms of your hands.

"Okay, you two. We are going out. The both of you. We are going on the pitch; get ready. Where is Ava?"

"With Nico." You reply.

"Tell him we'll be out for at least two hours."

As you get in the car with Mapi, she keeps her eyes on the road without giving you another glance. Leaving Lucia and you with an awkward silence.

As she gets to the parking lot of the training grounds, she makes you exit the car and turns to Lucia. "Have you already been here?"

"Yeah, Y/n takes me at least once a week."

Mapi looks at you surprised while you comment proudly, "Mark my words, she's going to be the future of Barça." Lucia blushes lightly, staring at the ground.

"I'm not that good." She says, nearly whispering.

"Don't you dare underestimate yourself! At your age, I was not even near as good as you. And you didn't even start training! Imagine then." She curls her lips in a small smile, heading to the entrance of the pitch.

"Did Y/n tell you about how we got the keys to this place?"

"Oh yeah!" Lucia chuckles, "She told me that you got drunk and wanted the keys, and Alexia had to save you."

"So, are we also changing this story?" Mapi asks you accusatively, making you sigh.

"Okay, maybe I embellished it a little." You grin guiltily.

"So what happened?"

"She was the drunk one!" Pointing the finger at you while you rest your forehead on your hand, shaking your head, not looking at Mapi. "And then, with some excuse that I don't even remember she lured us into helping her get the keys. Needless to say, she couldn't keep quiet, so her plan went to shit. She couldn't think properly because she was very drunk. She called Alexia, who was partying with the other girls because we had just won our first Champions, crying."

"I wasn't crying."

"You were sobbing because you couldn't figure out where the keys were, even though you claimed you knew where they were. And then Alexia came to the pitch, worried sick, and helped us find them. Which is something I would have never expected her to do."

"Well, she definitely told me another story." Lucia chuckles.

"Well, okay, I may have skipped some of the most lame parts of the story because it was the second time I saw you, and I wanted to not sound too lame." You reply, a little embarrassed.

She places her hand on your shoulders and smiles at you. "But you are lame."

"How dare you talk like that to your football idol?!" You say, faking being offended.

"I can, and I will!" She begins running to the pitch while you follow behind her trying to catch her. Spoiler alert: you couldn't. That girl was fast. Too fast.

After a little while, you both stop, taking a break. You put on your shoes and begin passing the ball to each other in a triangle. Then you leave Mapi and Lucia to play alone while you sit on the grass, smiling at their interactions.

You were more than halfway through July, meaning the World Cup was about to start. Even though you decided not to participate, you still told yourself you would watch all the Spain games. You had friends and teammates in that squad and wanted to support them. You and Mapi had the same idea, so you hosted a little get-together with other Spanish teammates who didn't attend the World Cup. Of course, you chose to tell all of your teammates about the kids and the adoption but refrained from talking about the Alexia thing. Initially, they were shocked that you had two children now, but then they were very happy for you.

So you found yourself on the day of Costa Rica against Spain, with many people in your home, all commenting random shit on TV. You were wearing your old Spain shirt with the number 10 behind it, while Lucia and Ava wanted to wear Alexia's. You let Ava wear one of the old shirts Alexia gave you at the beginning of your relationship with her. While with Lucia, you basically forced her to wear a Spain shirt with your name on it, claiming that "You have to wear the shirt of your favorite player, and you are lucky enough that you live with her." You loved teasing Lucia about the fact that you were her favorite player, and loved even more her annoyed reactions.

The two girls looked too cute, making your heart swell. So you posted a story on your Instagram showing the two backs of the shirts and the tv behind, with no caption. You still had to wait for everybody to come when you received a text from Alexia.

'Love the fits ;).'

You reply almost instantly, with your fingers trembling, as it was the first time you spoke to her since she left that night. 'They look so cute in it!'

‘I still don't know how you convinced Lucia to wear one of your jerseys, though…’

‘Long story’ You simply reply. This conversation confused you, as she wanted to keep talking to you. At the same time, she was the one that wanted a break, but you kept on replying to her, as you really missed talking to her.

'You'll tell me when I get back?'

You are about to reply when you hear a knock on the door, so you leave your phone on the table in your living room and go to the door. Mapi, Sandra Paños, Patri, and Claudia quickly enter your home, clearly looking for something.

"Nice picture you put up on your insta." Mapi remarks, "People are going to ask why you have two kids on your story and why you were watching a Spain game when you were part of the 15 people that refused to participate in the selecciòn."

"Make them talk about the kids; I'll discuss everything with Lucia in the future. And for the story, I'll just say it was in support of Alexia and nothing more, which is true." You explain to your best friend.

"So, where are the kids?" Sandra, the goalkeeper, asks you.

"They are in the living room."

After your teammates meet the two girls, you all order pizza and wait for the game to start.

You picked up your phone and saw that Alexia sent two other texts to you.

'Wish me luck (luck-clover emoji).'

'I miss you.'

You released a shaky exhale and decided not to reply; it was hurting you too much to respond to any of it. It was unfair of her to send you that last text, and it wasn't fair to you to reply.

During the game, when Alexia did something remarkable, as always, your friends, who were clueless about your break with her, would always make little comments about her and you, which you would shrug off, but Mapi and Lucia immediately understood that they were making you a little sad.

Spain managed to win that game by a very narrow margin. 1-0. You knew that they could've won by much more. You could see that by how they played, something was missing. Alexia's performance was clearly below her average, which made you low-key very worried. You see them return to the changing room, and then you switch off the tv. All the people in the room began talking and joking with one another, mainly focusing on the two kids that you had in your home; okay, a kid and a teenager, but for you, Lucia will always be a kid.

After a while, you receive another text from Alexia, making you feel bad that you weren't replying to them. Which she wrote

'You all were right about Jorge. I should have stayed home.'

You reply to this text, saying, 'I'm sorry, Alexia. He's an asshole.'

What actually had shaken you up from the text wasn't the fact that Jorge probably verbally abused many of your friends and teammates from your national team, which still made you angry as shit, but actually was that she said that she should have stayed home. Was she saying that she regretted going to the World Cup? Or was she regretting leaving you?

Mapi realized you were having inner turmoil and dragged you to your kitchen, asking what was happening. You showed her your phone, and she looked at you surprised.

"Since when has she been texting you?"

"Since today." You put away your phone, "I just don't get what she is doing. What she wants from me. And I know for sure that she is going through worse than me. But this is fucking torture, and the worse thing is that she doesn't even realize it."

Mapi didn't have the time to reply that a very tired Ava came to the kitchen searching for you.

"Mo-, Y/n, I'm tired."

"Do you want to get to bed?" You ask her smiling as you know the subsequent request that she will make. Over the weeks that she stayed at your home, you started giving her piggyback rides to the bed, making her fall into her bed, earning a laugh from her. Then you would tuck her bed sheets, giving her a good night.

She slowly nods, raising her arms and making grabby hands. You chuckle at her and turn around, waiting for her to jump on your back.

You put her to bed, give her goodnight with a kiss on the forehead, and return to the chaos in the living room.

You found your teammates and Lucia outside in your garden, sat down on the couches, actively talking about random stuff that you didn't even want to know about. You went out and sat down next to Lucia and took part in the conversations that were happening.

"Now Lucia, I have a really important question for you." Sandra begins, making the young girls sit up straight, a little worried. "How's living with Y/n?" Making all the people at the table chuckle apart from you. "I ask you this because when this woman here moved in with Alexia, we were really worried for Nala. And also because she has never once made a plant live for at least more than a week."

"Okay, this statement is very wrong. A, I am a great dog mom, Nala loves me, and B, I only ever owned one plant, and I hate taking care of them." You say, clearly, nobody was listening to you but were waiting for Lucia's answer.

"Honestly, she has been very good to us." She replies shyly. "She took us in when nobody asked her to, and honestly, she has been more of a mom to me this past month than my mother has ever been in sixteen years."

You look at her, eyes watering, really shocked about her statement. You give her a small smile, "Stop it, you will make me cry." You chuckle while removing with your fingers the tears forming in your eyes.

"Who would've thought that Y/n was such a softie!" Claudia teases you while you give her a deadly stare.

"Shut up, Claudia." The other girls at the table chuckle softly, then you turn to Lucia, "I'm really happy you feel that way." You hug her, and you give her a small kiss on the temple.

"If you will excuse me, I'm going to bed now; remember that tomorrow we have training." She reminds you, you slowly nod at her, and then she turns to your teammates, "It was so nice meeting you all; I hope I'll see you again sometime. Good night." All your teammates say goodnight to her, and as soon as she leaves for her bedroom, they turn to you.

"That revelation must have hit you like a ton of bricks." Mapi jokes.

"Oh, you don't even know. I wasn't expecting her to say that; she's not the kind of girl who likes to 'speak her feelings.' But it was a nice surprise."

"They are good kids, really kind and smart. You must be so proud of them." Patri speaks up.

"I am. Ava is so smart and sneaky, you don't even know. Whereas Lucia she's a really good kid, she will be playing for Barcelona B this season. I'm so proud of her; she'll surely be our team's future."

You say proudly as if you were speaking about your own kids, which slowly you realized that as time progressed, those two kids became so much part of your life that now you couldn't see yourself without them. For you, they were your kids, but you knew that it wasn't right to both of them for you to call them that, they already had a mom, and you didn't want to make them feel like you were replacing her.

"And with Alexia? How are they getting along with her?"

"Oh great! The younger one has her wrapped around her little finger. You all know how Alexia is with kids. Ava found out how she can make her say yes to everything she wants, so that's that. Whereas with Lucia, they bonded over football and dogs."

"You all look like a happy family."

"Yeah, I guess." You chuckle sadly, trying to keep up the façade that you and Alexia were still together.

After approximately half an hour, all your guests left, leaving you alone in the house, wallowing in your pit of misery. You were so happy that Lucia told you what she had told you, and there was only one person that you wanted to tell, Alexia. But you couldn't, and that realization left you helpless.

You go to your bed, which had been half undone since Alexia left, and you lay on it, still smelling her perfume from her pillow. You really missed her. So damn much.

You turned on your phone one last time before going to sleep. As Mapi predicted, you received many comments about the two kids and why you were watching the Spain game, but what worried you was your agent, who texted you.

'Call me as soon as possible. I don't care if it's midnight."

You decide to call him immediately, hoping he wouldn't pick up. He picked up, telling you how the story you put on Instagram makes many people ask questions, making you roll your eyes.

The next day you wake up after approximately two hours of tossing and turning in your bed, and go downstairs to your kitchen; you give Nala something to eat and make her go outside. You prepare coffee for yourself and wait for the girls to wake up.

You were scrolling through your phone when Lucia and Ava came to the kitchen for breakfast. Fortunately, after more than a month, since they moved in, you managed to get something to eat for them for breakfast, so you didn't have to go to your brother's place every day.

Lucia sat at the chair next to you while Ava tried to sit on the kitchen countertop, as she saw you many times sit there, but she couldn't because she was too short, but she wouldn't surrender. So you chuckled, then picked her up and put her where she wanted to sit.

"What are you doing?" Lucia asks, trying to peek at your phone.

"Did you open my Instagram yesterday?" You ask her.

"You might be one of my idols, but I don't stalk you on Instagram; I already live with you." She threw her hands up.

"Look at my story." You push her phone to her hands, and she picks it up and goes on Instagram.

"Wait, this is us!" She says, smiling shyly. Ava snatches her phone from her sister to see the picture, making the owner of the phone grunt from irritation, the older girl tries to physically take back the phone, making them have a small fight.

"Okay, girls, it's nearly nine a.m.; it's too early for this type of physicality. Ava, give back the phone to your sister." The little girl huffs and reluctantly gives the phone back.

"So, what is the problem with this picture?"

"People are asking who are the kids in the picture, so I thought I would post about it to get my agent off my back. Is it okay for you? I chose a picture in which you can't see your faces, so you won't have any problems." You reassure the older girl, showing the picture on the phone.

It was one of the first pictures you took together. The first one, Alexia, took it, and it was the first time you hung out together, all four of you. Ava was very tired and fell asleep on you; Alexia took a picture and sent it to you the day after. You couldn't see the sound girl's face in it, but it was evident she was a child.

The second one instead was a picture of you and Lucia playing football, you didn't remember who took it, but it appeared on your phone. You fell in love with the photo right away. You were possessing the ball, and Lucia was trying to take it away from you, but you were pushing her away laughing. When you saw both pictures, they became your top three favorite pictures of all time.

The third picture being with you and Alexia you took when you won your first Champion's League together. You had just started dating and thought you couldn't be happier at that moment, but boy, you were wrong.

"I love them." Lucia simply says, nodding.

"I don't like my picture!" Ava says, crossing her arms on her chest and pouting.

You chuckle at her antics, "What do you have against it? It's cute!"

"It's not cute! I'm sleeping."

"Okay, why don't you decide the picture." You offer, giving you her phone, on the album where you kept all the pictures with the girls.

She casually lands on a picture you took of her and Alexia petting Nala, which you thought was beautiful and sad. Making you rethink your life choices again in the past month.

"I want to put this." She says, giving you back the phone.

"I'll think about it." You give her a smile, then go back to preparing breakfast for them, thinking you'll finish the post that night.

That day, you had a lot of things to do. One is enrolling Ava in an elementary school and then bringing Lucia to the pitch to help her train for the season. You decided to multitask. You took Lucia to the pitch, then left for the school with Ava, and then you'd leave her with Nico and then go back to the pitch to Lucia so that you could train for preseason in Mexico.

Needless to say was that when you got home, you were exhausted. After the tough training that you and Lucia just endured, you both decided to shower then the both of you found yourself lying frozen on the couch with the AC on, waiting for Nico and Ava to come back home to dinner.

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Fast forward to three weeks, and you still had to do the post; you opted out of it because you thought the pictures were great, but you knew something was missing: Alexia. How could you post about your family when a huge part of it was missing? So you decided not to post anything, hoping she'll return to you.

You were all now watching the Spain game against the US. The same at your house for the Panama game was again at your home. Spain barely got out of the group stage, with all the players clearly missing the spark they usually had. Matches with the US have always been challenging games; they were 4-time world champions for a reason, but more than that, the majority of the players in the USWNT played in the US, so you weren't even used to playing with them in a club.

Needless to say, Spain lost that game badly. Jorge was fuming. You could see it from the screen. He would scream at his team at any time, especially with Alexia, making you extremely worried. Alexia didn't deserve it; nobody did. He was acting irrationally for the world to see how bad of a manager he actually was.

The US team was over the moon when the final whistle blew, whereas Spain was shattered. They were all on the ground with their hands covering their faces. Then Alex Morgan walked towards your ex-girlfriend, picked her up from the ground, and gave her a small pat on the back for encouragement. It really hurt seeing the love of your life this hurt and distraught.

You see her go to get water near the bleachers, then the camera frame Aitana Bonmatì, which she was too standing up, but then you see her begin running. The camera changes the frame again, and you see where Aitana is running to. Alexia was drinking from a Gatorade bottle, and Jorge approached her. He snatched it harshly away from her and began talking angrily at her. You couldn't hear what they were saying to each other.

Still, you knew Alexia wasn't having any of it, chuckling sarcastically and shaking her head. He reacted by grabbing her by the arm. In the meantime, many of your Spanish teammates that have seen the scene unveiling, ran up to their captain, trying to make him take his hands off her. Ona even forcefully removed his hand from Alexia's arm, giving him a death stare. As she saw her teammates swarm her and their trainer, Alexia put a hand on Ona and Aitana, trying to stop them from doing something stupid. At the same time, Jorge kept screaming at all of them.

You and your Barça teammates were watching the scene on TV and looking at each other worried. You were frozen and scared, hoping that things wouldn't go sideways than they already were. FIFA was about to intervene when Jorge just finished screaming when Alexia shook her head and left the pitch, practically stomping. The game's broadcasting went to the ads, and you all looked at each other.

"What the fuck just happened?" Map was the first to speak, all turning to her while you still stared at the screen. Many voices were talking one on top of the other, but you closed them out, trying to think about your next step. You knew that if their interaction had lasted more than it did, you would've probably already been at the airport.

What brought you away from your spiral of thoughts was Ava calling out your name. This made you snap out of your trance and realize that also Ava and Lucia probably saw the same thing as you and many other kids around the world.

You went before her and then kneeled so she wouldn't have to raise her head too much.

"Y/n, why was the coach screaming at Alexia?" She asks worriedly with her head down.

You didn't know what to say to her; you couldn't possibly say that Jorge was an asshole who couldn't interact appropriately even on a worldwide broadcast.

"You know, when a person is sad and angry, they sometimes take it out on others even though they don't deserve it. That's what happened, even though you should never have your feelings out of control." She nods understandingly while you gently take her sides, "Now, why don't we go outside and get ice cream together?" She nods excitingly. "I have to make a phone call now. Can you stay with Mapi until I am back?" You look at your best friend; she gives you a slight nod, then turns her attention to the younger girl.

You go to your room, and the first thing you do is call Alexia. It goes to voice mail. And even though you hate leaving voicemails, you do.

"Hi Alexia, it's me, Y/n. I think you probably know that already. I saw the game today. I'm trying to say that please call back as soon as possible, or even just text me to let me know you are okay. And I know we're on a break, so I must give you space. But just please let me know if you are okay. I love you." You say, probably holding your phone too tightly, trying your best to find the right words.

Then you text Alba, which you haven't heard from her since the day she called you.

'Hey, Alba. I know that you are in New Zealand right now. I just wanted to ask you if you had heard anything about Alexia. Is she okay?'

Then you send a text again to Alexia. 'I saw the game today. Can you call me when you get this text, please? Or if you don't want to call, just tell me you are okay.'

Then you took a big breath to ground yourself. You told yourself to put your concern for Alexia in little boxes in the back of your brain. You had to be strong for Ava and Lucia.

You went downstairs to the girls and found your house empty, only Mapi and your kids.

You give the woman a puzzled look. "They left about two minutes ago. And the kids are outside playing with Nala. Did you manage to get a hold of Alexia?"

You shake your head. "I send her a text, and Alba too. I really hope that she's okay. That interaction looked like a lot. And for the whole team to intervene seemed like he was saying some hurtful stuff."

"I sent a text to Aitana to ask her what was going on. She told me that some hurtful personal stuff was said to Alexia. They haven't seen her since then."

"I mean, should I be worried? I know that we aren't on talking terms right now, but she is still someone I still care very much about."

"It's okay to worry about her. I know for sure that she won't be MIA for much long."

"Thank you for taking care of the kids, I'm sorry I left in such a hurry, but I had to make the phone call, ya know."

"If it were Ingrid, and I was in your place, I would've probably done worse." Her confession made you chuckle.

"So, ice cream? You don't have to come if you don't want to."

"Of course, I'm coming! I still have to beat Nico for top place as aunt/uncle!"

"You are an idiot." You say, laughing.

You go outside and call the two girls; Ava goes straight past you to Mapi, whereas Lucia, Shows you the thumbs up and asks you, "You okay?". You nod, giving her a weak shoulder pat, making her enter the house.

Every ten minutes, you would check your phone in the hopes of notification of Alexia, but it was useless. Good thing that Mapi was there, keeping the kids busy.

You were taking a walk when Alba called you.

"I'm sorry I have to take this." Your mouth to the defender that it was Alba and move away from the three girls.

"Hi Alba, how are you?"

"I'm good; we are about to go back to Spain. Tomorrow we have the flight."

"Say hi to Eli from me, okay?"

"Oh no, she told me to pass you the phone when we are done talking. What are you doing?" Even though you have known Alexia's mom, she has always been scary to you, especially when Alexia was on the line..

"I took the kids for some ice cream with Mapi. Right now, they wandered off, probably looking at some squirrel." You chuckle, smiling at the thought. "Have you heard from Alexia?"

"Nope, she didn't even call mamá. But strangely, she is not that worried. I think she knows where she went."

"At least one of us knows." You say hopefully.

"Mamá wants to talk to you," Alba says, passing the phone to her mom.

"Y/n, how are you?"

"I'm good, Eli. How's New Zealand?"

"New Zealand is nice, but Barcelona is better."

"No doubts about that." You chuckle, agreeing.

"How are the kids? Are they behaving well?"

"They are wonderful; you should come to dinner as soon as you get back." You say politely.

"Now, I know you love my daughter very much, right?" She asks you authoritatively, making you subconsciously make your back straighter.

"Yes, I do very much."

"When she'll come back to you because she will. Make her work for it." Your face turns into a weird and confused expression. "You two are perfect for each other and complement each other perfectly. That is why I gave you my blessing to propose to her a year ago. But when my child comes to her senses and apologizes to you, if you want her back, which I really hope you do, make her earn it."

"I will." You say, chuckling. "I'll make her sweat a little."

"Good. Now I'll let you get back at it with the kids. Give them a hug from me. And take care of yourself, with ya?"

"I will. Have a safe flight."

The rest of the day and the next day passed on rather quickly. You were still worried, but somehow, after the call with Alexia's mom, you were worried less. You knew she was a nearly 30-year-old independent woman; she could care for herself.

It was approximately 11 pm. You had just put Ava to bed, and Lucia was already to bed, ‘Claiming’ that she was tired. You thought she was hiding something from you, but you weren't worried about that. When she is ready, she will tell you. At least, you hoped.

Alone in your house, you wondered if this was like rich housewives felt when they waited for their husbands to come home, except that you didn't have a man, nor a woman, for that matter.

So, willing to get the whole desperate housewife experience, you decided to do the most typical thing they could do. Which was pouring yourself a glass of wine or two and hoping for the best.

You tried to find the cheapest bottle in your kitchen and opened it immediately; as you were about to put the wine in the glass, you heard an insistent knock on the door. You checked your time and wondered who in their right mind would knock at someone's door at past 11 pm.

You go to the door and open it.

"Alexia?"

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot

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wordsarelife · 6 months

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DAY 1: MERRY CHRISTMAS

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: two times you surprised mattheo with a cute ‘tradition’ and the one time he surprised you

notes: modern au, oh and i took a bit of a funny turn on the traditions

ps: i had to search up the sad christmas adverts, because ✨accuracy✨ and ended up watching a fourty minute video while crying my eyes out… so christmas can come!!

You were sitting in the great hall, eating your breakfast, when the owls flew in, announcing it was time for the mail.

“oh, look” you gently hit your boyfriend on the arm so his focus was on you. “the owls are coming”

"yeah" mattheo shrugged, not really interested in looking up "like every morning"

"yeah" you said slowly "but i bet mine has the christmas card today!"

"the what?" mattheo asked, watching you as you gently took the mail from the owls leg and fed him some of your toast

"christmas cards, matty" you smiled, looking through the deck. "here it is!" you held the card up like a treasure, your eyes quickly flew over the paragraphs before you held it in mattheo's direction.

he smiled, while reading the words your mum had written, adressed to the both of you. he finally turned the card around and laughed when he saw the picture of your family. "that's sweet"

"have you never received a christmas card before?" you wondered, amazed by how surprised he seemed to be

"i guess not" mattheo shrugged "but i think i like them. do you receive them from you family every year"

"of course!" you nodded "but you receive them from other family or friends as well"

"that's cool" he held the card in your direction, pointing at the picture of your family, wearing matching christmas sweaters and then at you "look at you!" he gushed "so cute!"

the picture was a few years older, you were still wearing braces in it. you parents had loved it so much that you hadn't taken a new one until now. "i was fourteen, okay?" you rolled your eyes in a joking manner as you watched mattheo giggling

then he was serious again "that'll be us with our kids some day, huh?" his eyes seemed to glisten as he saw you smiling at his words

"absolutely" you bend forward and kissed him

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"hey!" draco lazily raised his arm, greeting mattheo, who was walking into the common room

mattheo nodded at him "have you seen y/n?" he wondered

"yeah" draco said, while his eyes were stuck on the book he was holding "she's up in your room crying"

"she's what?" mattheo asked, hopeful he didn't understand draco right the first time draco sighed frustrated "upstairs. crying" he rolled his eyes "how much do i have to break it down for you to understand?"

"what the fuck, draco?" mattheo was angry "do you have any emotional awareness? why didn't you comfort her if something was wrong? or atleast got one of the first years to get me to comfort her? you let them do anything else for you, no?"

"she told me to stay here, so she could 'cry in peace'" it was scary how perfectly draco could imitate your voice

"she really said that?"

"yeah" draco shrugged, like he was not surprised by anything you did anymore "she said my face makes her angry and then she wouldn't be able to cry"

"huh" mattheo just made. that did sound like something his y/n would say and especially to draco

"better go look at her" draco suggested "something isn't normal with her, mate"

mattheo nodded absentmindedly, before he walked up the stairs to his room.

when he entered the room, he was met with a confused looking theo, who was sitting at the desk, working on his homework. mattheo threw a look at his bed, on which a big pile of blankets had found what seemed to be a permanent place

"hey" mattheo said and theo looked up

"hi" the boy nodded "she's under that blanket"

"did you ask her why she came here?"

"she said her room was occupied and that she gets sad when she looks at me. is that an insult?" theo looked up to his friend questionly

"i don't think so" mattheo shook his head, before he turned around and walked to the bed. "baby?" he asked, before he gently pulled back the blanket infront of your face. you were wearing headphones and holding you phone, while your face was red from crying

you sat up when you noticed your boyfriend. unplugging the headphones. "hey matty" you smiled.

“y/n” mattheo cooed. “what’s wrong, love?”

“oh nothing” your hand quickly got rid of the tears on your cheek.

“then why are you crying?”

“draco is down there talking gibberish again, isn’t he?” you asked unimpressed

mattheo ignored what you said “you’re scaring me, please just tell me what’s wrong”

you took a quick look at the phone, tears welling in your eyes as you thought about what you had just watched, before you turned the screen to show him.

mattheo, to his surprise, was met with a paused youtube video. he looked between you and the display, and finally started the video as you nodded at him. he watched intensively as a family told their father they wouldn’t be coming home for christmas, then how they learned that the man had passed and later return to his home for dinner on christmas eve, where he was waiting for them, still alive.

“oh” mattheo said after the video had ended “ohhh” he repeated, realizing what was going on. “you searched that up, didn’t you?”

you nodded. “i always watch the compilation of sad christmas adverts”

“and you cry because of them?”

you nodded again. “they’re just so beautiful aren’t they? i mean he fakes his death to get his family together.. or the other one where the grandpa starts training so he’ll be able to pick up his granddaughter”

mattheo watched as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

“uh” theo bend down next to his friend “can i leave?”

“yeah” mattheo breathed “we won’t take long”

“take all the time you need” theo assured, quickly leaving the room with his potions book under his arm.

“this is my favorite christmas tradition” mattheo found it almost cute how you smiled at him. still with a red face and with tear stains on your cheeks, but he had to smile back nonetheless.

you raised the blanket. “care to join me?” you asked and your boyfriend nodded. he held you for the next thirty minutes, while you cried at every second of the following advert. he was almost glad you weren’t quiet normal, at least that way you two could never get bored.

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there was something special in staying at hogwarts during the christmas break. especially in how quiet it was all of a sudden. the mornings were colder and slower, you and mattheo would take your time at breakfast, and some nights you would stay in his room, as theo had left for the holidays.

“matty?” you asked, walking into his dorm, with your books in hand. a green little thing was hanging in your way and you looked up. “a mistletoe?” you wondered

“yeah” said a sudden voice. you turned to look at your boyfriend, who was smiling.

“i actually knew that one”

“you put it there”

he shrugged, smiling michievously “maybe” he paused, acting as of he was thinking “no harm in leaving one tradition for me to show you, right?”

“i guess” you smiled

“you do know the tradition, right?” he asked obviously joking

you laughed and finally, shook your head “i think you have to show me”

he grinned at the act. “there’s nothing i would rather do” he stepped closer, until your noses were almost touching “just follow my lead” he whispered and then he kissed you.

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@twistedhistory @claradelage @novelizt @ahead-fullofdreams @bakingintheshire @mqstermindswift

#mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x y/n #matt riddle #harrypotterimagine #harry potter headcanon #lizzyschristmascalenderspecial

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loupy-mongoose · 4 months

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Was all of this gallbladder stuff sudden, or is it just sudden for us because you never mentioned anything about a gallbladder removal until recently

I mentioned a few times throughout the first week of Jan. that I was having some tummy issues, but I never really brought it to the spotlight. The most I did was inform you all that I had gotten "sick", and then only a few days ago mentioned my gall bladder.

There is very little way I can call this sudden in general, however.

I'm... actually gonna put this under a read more, because it runs a lot deeper than just these last few weeks... (Kinda turned into a life-story lol)

So, throughout that first week of Jan, I was having off-and-on mild pain. Nothing too intense, and I'd been through it many, many, MANY times before. (Yeah.... MANY.)

I tried to wait it out every time, only going to Doctors twice for it, and it would eventually go away. I would be careful with my eating afterword (based on past experiences, not any research or knowledge) and eventually I'd be back to normal for the time being.

The time between spells varied. Sometimes it was only months, sometimes it was almost a year. I don't think I ever went beyond a year with no spell, but I can't remember.

This started about

TEN

YEARS

ago.

If each episode has been a pancreatitis attack, then I consider it no small miracle that I'm as good off as I am.

I went to the Doctor once for it as a youth, and they gave me some kind of IBS or other pill for bloating. They did nothing to help, and I didn't pursue any more doctor visits about it until '22.

That time the pain didn't go away for many days, and it got incredibly incapacitating. So I went to the Doctor (completely different one from the first--we'd moved states.) I got some imaging done and they found Pancreatitis and Colitis. They gave me antibiotics and sent me home to recover.

But they didn't finds gallstones.

So I recovered and felt armed to better handle these pain episodes--Just limit my consumption to liquids.

Well, I was doing alright until now.

We had... a V E R Y fatty Christmas dinner, and I was grazing off of the worst of it the following week.

Then, come New Year's Eve, I start to feel that little ache. I... I ignored it, and ate some of the goodies we'd prepared for the night, a little more reserved about it than I normally would've been. Eating has always been one of my absolute favorite parts of that time of year, and I didn't want to let my potential stomach issue completely ruin it for me.

I'm actually surprised by how mild the pain was at first, given all the nasty stuff I'd been eating.

Anyway, that mild pain subsided, and I foolishly let myself eat some more leftover goodies, thinking I was being careful. And of course, it came back.

This went on through the week, with me gradually being more and more careful about what I ate, trying to eat more stomach-bug friendly foods like crackers and toast.

A night finally came where it was so irritating that I threw up. That night it instantly made me feel better. I still increased my carefulness in consumption the following day, taking in nothing but a couple cups each of Pedialyte and chicken broth.

But still it came back. And that was the night it got bad.

I threw up a couple more times that night, and instead of helping this time... the second time left me in a lot of pain. So much that it was uncomfortable to breathe. Uncomfortable to do anything.

Thankfully my dad didn't have work that night (he works overnights), so we ultimately decided at about 6 am to take me to the emergency room.

There they found the gallstones and got blocking ones out of the way, and I spent the following week recovering in the hospital.

It seems most likely that gallstones have been the offender all these years, but the symptoms never quite matched that. I remember once looking into Pancreatitis and seeing that the symptoms matched that pretty well, but never let gallstones settle as an option.

Anyway, I guess I can at least say I have some closure after all this time. It'll be good to finally be free from this plague!

#violetjazz25 #ask #peek behind the Loupy curtain lol #Somehow I doubt you all needed to hear all that.#But I dunno--I just felt like telling it.

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My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 8

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This year everyone had outdone themselves with the Christmas market, making it look like something from those cheesy movies, and Julia was loving it.

She had already bought an ugly jumper to wear on Christmas day, a few ornaments for our tree, and now we were looking for one especially for me.

"You are living with us now, which means that you deserve to have your own ornament to put on the tree" Lucy said. "It must be something that represents you."

"What was yours?" Rúben asked her. He was looking so cosy and handsome with his nice coat, his hat and his scarf... It was impossible not to stare.

"A shark."

"A shark?" I chuckled.

"That's what one of my teachers told me when I finished my career, that I was a shark. So I took it as my animal” she shrugged. “What's yours?"

"A cat" Rúben and I said at the same time.

"Oh, twins!" Julia giggled.

"Twins indeed" her mum said. "Though Rúben, I think you are more of a tiger. Because of your size, I mean."

"It's not the first time someone tells me that" he grinned before both he and Lucy turned to look at me.

"Let's see if we can find twin cats for you!" Julia said, grabbing me with one hand and Rúben with the other. Now she was the one being my guardian angel.

But after checking most stands and not finding anything, she finally gave up.

"Mami, can we go ice skating? I'm bored."

"Sure. But I'm afraid that’s something Rúben isn't allowed to do, right?"

"I'm afraid not. But don't worry, Julia. We'll keep searching for those cats while you and your mum have fun" he smiled.

"Oh, perfect. We'll meet later where they have all the stands with food so we can have that hot chocolate. See you, guys" Lucy said before disappearing with Julia.

"Should we continue?" Rúben asked.

"Ok" I smiled. Or tried to. I was alone with Rúben. At a Christmas market. Looking for ornaments for my tree. Why did this look like a date the two main characters of a romantic movie would have?

"You know, if we can't find a cat, maybe we can find a piano" he said. "I know it is something kind of bittersweet, but you wouldn't be here if it wasn't because of it."

"I guess" I said, checking one of the stands and seeing a familiar face. "Is that..."

"Uh?"

"Come" I said, grabbing his arm and walking towards the stand. "That's your friend John, isn't it?"

"That is him, yes" he chuckled, checking the ornament. This stand had personalized ones with both City and United's players, and they actually looked pretty cool. "Do you think they'll have mine?"

"Hello, can I help you?" the owner of the stand said.

"We were wondering if you had..."

"Oh, you!" the man said with a big smile. "I know who you are! Looking for yourself?"

"I actually am, yes" Rúben replied.

"I think there are none of yours there, let me check down here" he said, opening a box behind him. "Yours sell really well, especially among women. Wonder why” he chuckled. “Here you are."

"Oh, my God" I said, looking at the ornament the man was showing us. "Do you make them yourself?"

"I do, miss. Do you think I make him justice?" he laughed.

"This tiny version of him is much better" I smirked, looking at Rúben through the corner of my eye. He was rolling his eyes but also smiling.

"The good thing about this one is that he will fit under your tree. The real version is too big and there would be no space for other presents” Rúben said.

"Who says I'm asking to have you under my tree?"

"Who says you aren't?" he replied with that smirk. "We'll take it."

"Oh, wonderful" the man said. "But it is a gift."

"No, no, I can't accept that. We are paying for it."

"But you are... You!" the man said, trying to not catch people's attention. "I can't make you pay for this!"

"You spent your time and money making it. It's the least I can do" he replied, his wallet already in his hand.

"Ok, then" the man said, putting the ornament on a small package. "My son won't believe me when I tell him I sold one of these to the man himself."

"Why don't you take a photo together?" I said. "That way you'll have some proof to show to your son."

"Oh, no, there is no need. I don't want to bother you anymore, have people recognise him, and ruin your date."

"We aren't..." I began.

"It'll be fine, don't worry" Rúben smiled. "Can I ask you something?" he said after I took a few photos of him with the man.

"Of course” he replied.

"Do you know about any stand that sells cat ornaments? We are looking for a couple."

"I don't know if I've seen any, but there is one that sells like cat miniatures with fur and everything. Kids love them, they aren't creepy” he laughed.

"We'll check it. Thank you very much, sir" I said.

"Thank you both" he replied. "And Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas" Rúben smiled.

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"I'll take over now" Lucy said, picking Julia from Rúben's arms. After meeting with them again and finally having that hot chocolate, she started to get tired and didn't want to walk anymore, so he carried her all the way back home until she fell asleep. "Thank you very much, Rúben."

"No problem.”

"You can keep the welcome party going, tho. There is no rush to come home" Lucy winked before closing our apartment's door. Well, technically it was hers, but...

"Do you want to come in?" Rúben asked. "We've been walking for a while, you may want to rest your feet."

"Sitting down and resting my feet sounds like a wonderful idea, yes" I said, following into this apartment. Despite being the same as Lucy's, Ruben's looked very different. And not only because there were no toys laying around.

"What do you think?"

"It looks... It looks like you."

"What?" he chuckled.

"I didn't imagine you with a house full of stuff and furniture of different colours."

"Oh, you mean that I have a boring house because I'm boring."

"That's not what I meant and you know it" I said, sitting down on his couch. His very comfy and soft couch. "Oh my God."

"Comfortable?"

"You can't even imagine. Can I lay down?"

"Make yourself at home" he chuckled.

"This is the best, Rúben. Who cares if it's boring?" I said, closing my eyes.

"Don't fall asleep."

"Too late. This is it. See you in a week."

And maybe I didn't see him for a week, but half an hour...

"Good morning, sunshine" he said when I opened my eyes. He was sitting next to me, my feet on his lap.

"What... what happened?"

"You fell asleep."

"I did?"

"Yup."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. But I guess I was way more tired than I thought. What time is it?"

"Almost dinner time. Do you want to stay? I can order something."

"Ok."

"Just don't fall asleep again" he smiled, putting my feet to the side and getting up.

"I'll try not to” I smiled back.

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"Don't forget this" Rúben said, giving me the package with his ornament.

"I thought this one was for you?"

"I'm not putting my face on my tree” he laughed. “Besides, we agreed you were the one putting it because the real me was too big."

"That's what you said."

"Does that mean that you will be asking Father Christmas to find me under your tree?" he smirked.

"If you come with that sofa, maybe" I said, matching his smile. And then we just stared at each other in silence while smiling, no awkwardness between us. At least until his phone rang.

"I better go pick that up" he sighed.

"I... Yes, you should."

"Good night, neighbour" Rúben said, opening the door with a little bow like Roger always does.

"Good night” I replied, trying really hard to not start smiling like an idiot and miserably failing.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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newtthetranswriter · 6 months

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Birthday Twins?

Word count: 1338

Paring: Gojo x reader

Summary: What was supposed to be a night out alone to celebrate your birthday, turns into meeting another soul alone on what is apparently also his birthday.

Warnings: Forgotten birthdays, mentions of bars, Gojo is probably a little ooc. let me know if i missed anything.

A/N: Happy birthday to the Beautiful Gojo. I feel like at this point this Fic event has turned into celebrating different anime character’s December birthdays, but you know what, that’s fine. Anyway, thanks to [ena] for the idea for this one, as well as the one coming out on Hawks’ birthday. I hope everyone enjoys and remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Birthdays suck, especially when you've spent every one alone. It doesn't help having your birthday so close to such a major holiday. Everyone thinks oh your birthday’s right before Christmas it must mean double the presents when in reality half the time people completely forget about your birthday. It's all about Christmas and the other winter holidays, birthdays come second.

This year though I decided it'd be different, I may not have anyone to celebrate with, but I can still have a good time. I planned a night out for myself, going to a nice dinner followed up by a couple drinks at the club. So to start my night of fun, I got dressed in my best outfit.

When I got to the restaurant, I got a few sad looks from bystanders, who I assume felt bad for me going out by myself. But I don't care, I’m going to spoil myself and have a good night.

Ignoring the pity glances, I enjoyed my meal. I had a small chat with the waiter before paying and heading out for the rest of my night.

Making it to the club, I was greeted by the loud and chaos filled environment which people expect when going out. I weaved my way through the crowd, finding an empty place at the bar, and politely waved down the bartender.

After I received my drink, the bartender decided to strike up a conversation. ��So, what's a pretty thing like you doing out here alone?” They asked. I just rolled my eyes before thanking them for a drink, walking to an empty booth, to just watch the crowd.

Settling into my seat, I looked at my drink, the bartenders words making me think about how truly alone I am at this moment. Sighing to my self, I raised my class in a mock toast, “Well, Happy Birthday to me.” As I was about to down my drink, I froze, having heard the exact same sentence in a more masculine tone from right behind me. I quickly turned around to see a white-haired man with dark sunglasses looking directly at me as well. Stunned, I couldn’t think of anything to say, the only thing coming to mind was ‘fuck he’s hot’.

Noticing my stunned state, the attractive stranger spoke first. “Seems like we’re both in the same situation, care to discuss over a drink” He said with a smirk. I jumped, not expecting him to offer company. I guess he took my surprise as an answer and moved from his spot to sit across from me in my booth. “The name's Satoru Gojo. Nice to meet you.” He introduced, while sitting down.

“Um Y/n Y/l/n, nice to meet you.” I said, still processing the events of the last few minutes. “So it’s also your birthday?” I asked the most logical question to start this conversation.

Gojo just smiled before responding. “Yup, figured I’d spend it watching people make poor choices.” He said, gesturing to the club full of drunk people. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you spending the day alone?” He questioned.

Figuring this was better than drinking my thoughts away, I responded. “I don’t have many friends, and even if I did, they would probably forget about my birthday anyway, everyone always does.” It was harsh, but the truth, forgotten birthdays were extremely common for me growing up. I watched as the man across from me frowned slightly. “So, Gojo, why are you spending the day alone? I’m sure someone as handsome as you, has at least one person to spend the day with.” I said in a slightly flirtatious manner, trying to lighten the mood.

I watched as he smirked slightly at the complement before responding. “Actually, with my line of work, I don’t have much time to get out. Plus, it’s too dangerous to drag someone into my lifestyle.” Now that piqued my interest, what did this guy do for work that was so dangerous.

“Well, then what do you do for work? What could be so bad that you don’t have a partner in life? Are you a criminal or something?” I asked, hoping to have not over stepped.

It was clear that he had to take a moment to decide whether to answer or not, but when he sighed, I knew he made his decision. Finishing off his drink, he started talking. “It’s difficult to explain, the most I can say is that my job is to keep people safe, and it’s agreed upon by everyone in this field that I’m the best. Trust me, I’m not trying to be cocky. It’s the truth, everyone looks to me for help when they can’t fix something.” He said, looking down at the table. I took a moment to process, this guy wants me to believe that his job is so dangerous he can’t tell me much other than the fact that he’s the best.

It is hard for me to believe, but the look on this man’s face told me he was being truthful. “Well, if people rely on you that much, you have to at least have some friends to talk to?” I asked, hoping to learn more.

I watched as a gentle smile took over his face. “Yeah, I do have a couple friends, but the ones I talk to most are my students. I’m teaching them how to do this job so they can take over when the older generation is gone, but sometimes it feels like they’re actually my kids.” He spoke about these students like they were his world. “I honestly don’t know where I would be without them.”

“So you’re the strongest and a teacher, what can’t you do?” I joked, earning a laugh from the man across from me. “But in all honesty, it’s amazing that you’re teaching the future generation. I may not know what it is your job entails, but it sounds like guidance is a good thing to offer to them.” I smiled, making eye contact with him over the edge of his glasses, taking in his bright blue eyes for just a moment.

He smirked, noticing that I was amazed by his beautiful eyes. “Thank you. Now, enough about me and what I do, What does the wonderful Y/n do for work?” He asked, shifting the conversation.

Snapping out of the trance his eyes put me in, I thought for a second. “I just work at the mall. Nothing amazing, just a simple customer service job.” I explained, looking off to the side. Here I am talking with this guy who teaches the next generation of what ever job he does, and all I do is try not to get yelled at by cranky people all day. It’s obvious that he’s way better off than I am.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed by that, I don’t think I could survive a day dealing with entitled karens and grumpy assholes.” He said with a laugh. “Plus, without people working in customer service, this world would crumble.” It was clear he was trying to make feel better about it.

I just smiled in response before thinking of another topic, as work was a boring on for me. “Ok, how about a change of topic, What is your favorite food?” I asked, hoping to smoothly change focus, but still keep talking.

From the smile on his face, I could tell he was fine with the change of topic, as he went on to explain that he’s a fan of anything sweet and began listing some of his favorites.

That’s how we spent the rest of the night, talking about anything from our favorite food, to what shows we were currently watching. Sure, I started today thinking it was going to be another lonely birthday, but fate was on my side and showed me someone to connect with. Hopefully if this goes well then on our next birthday neither of us will have to spend it alone.

#jjk x reader #x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #Newt's Winter Fic Event #jjk x reader fluff

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switchyglitch · 5 months

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A New Sensation Explanation || The Owl House (Hunter x Willow)

HO HO HO, Merry (late) Christmas to @thebest-medicine , I'm you're @squealing-santa writer! I was ecstatic to get to write for The Owl House, and even more so when I saw your list of characters to use included Hunter and Willow! 🤩

I hope you enjoy your fic! 💜

🚫 MINOR SPOILERS AHEAD FOR SEASON 3 OF THE OWL HOUSE 🚫

Summary: On a day like any other, while teasing Hunter who's refusing to take a break, Willow accidentally discovers that he's ticklish. The discovery doesn't seem to be only hers though, as Hunter's never experienced tickling before. Now Willow gets to explain this new sensation, and treat him to his first ever tickle attack. The question is, how long can she remain in control of the situation?

Word Count: 1,426

Note: This is officially my longest fic yet, and I'm honestly quite proud of it ☺️ I really hope I was able to keep Hunter and Willow accurately in character. Admittedly it's been a bit since I've watched any episodes, plus in general this is really one of the first full fics I've ever done with existing characters. I think I did okay though and I'm pretty dang happy with what I've made!

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One relaxed morning, Hunter is alone in the previously abandoned house near Luz's, sitting on the floor and fully engaged in a book while Flapjack sits on his shoulder and reads along. His focus is quickly broken as he's spooked by a knock at the door, causing both the book and Flapjack to go flying as he jumps.

"C-Come in!" Hunter says, still a bit rattled.

"There you are," Willow says as she lets herself in, Clover flying along beside her. "The house felt lonely with everyone out and about, figured I'd track you down to see what you're up to."

Hunter smiles a bit at the idea that she would come looking for him. "Ah, well, I was just studying up on some Spanish. I feel like I'm lagging behind the others."

"Wellll I wasn't going to say anything, but you have been saying 'aloha' instead of 'hola' for a few lessons now, and according to Luz that's a different language entirely.." Willow giggles a bit, putting her hand over her mouth in an attempt to stop so she wouldn't make him feel too bad.

Hunter sighs in frustration. "I'm never gonna get the hang of this, or catch up with all of you."

Willow notices his expression growing sad, and gently places a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you'll get there in time. Heck, counting your mistake you're speaking one more language than any of us, that's something."

A small laugh escapes Hunter. "Yeah, I guess that's something."

Willow smiles. "Why don't you take a break for a bit and grab a snack?"

"Maybe later, I should probably keep studying." Hunter grabs the book off the floor and tries to find the page he was on.

"Noooo, you need a break, put it down." She says, sitting beside him.

"I'm never going to get better if I don't continue studying, I can eat sometime la-AH!" Hunter's words get interrupted as Willow pokes his cheek. "Hey, what gives?!"

"I'm not leaving you alone until you take a break, boop!" She boops his nose, then starts poking random spots with both index fingers.

"W-Willow! Cut that out, you're not going to change my mind!"

"I'm sure I can, just need to find the riiight spot. How abooout.." Willow pokes Hunter's side, and he suddenly jumps.

"EEP!" He squeaks, then immediately scoots back, blushing red and embarrassed.

Willow's expression goes from slightly spooked to a suspicious grin. "Hunter.. Are you.. ticklish?" Her grin widens with that last word.

Hunter's embarrassment dies down a bit, replaced with confusion. "W-What's 'ticklish'?"

"Oh come on, like you don't know, ya goof!" Willow smirks and pokes both of his sides a few more times, causing more squeaks and giggles, but also increased confusion.

Hunter looks down at himself. "Why am I laughing, how.. how are you doing that?" He looks back up to Willow, waiting for answers.

"You.. really don't know what tickling is, do you?" She says, receiving only a shake of the head indicating 'no'. Willow lets out a giggle, realizing she'll now have to explain this to him. "Well, tickling is a type of gentle way of touching someone that makes them laugh. And if you're very sensitive to those types of touches, it means you're ticklish."

"Oh, interesting! So I'm.. ticklish?" Hunter asks.

"Yes, yes you are." Willow says with a proud smile now that he's getting it. "I can't believe you've never heard of tickling before."

"Well Belos was never one for pleasant touch, and the rest of the Emperor's Coven just kind of kept to themselves. This sensation is fascinating though." Hunter says, looking back down at himself.

Willow hesitates for a moment, but decides to ask a question. "Hey, would you like to experience some more? I mean, only if you're comfortable."

A warm blush appears on Hunter's face, remembering how quickly the sensation overtook him, plus the fact that it's Willow doing it. "Well, um.. if you'd like. I'm.. fairly curious."

"Haha yay, okay let's do this!" Willow positions her hands at his sides, hovering a few inches away. "Ready?"

Hunter's blush increases heavily as he stares at her hands. "R-R-Ready!"

Fingers begin scribbling up and down Hunter's sides, immediately causing a load of loud giggles, mainly from Hunter but some from Willow as well. Her face is glowing, happier than ever seeing her friend laugh more than ever before.

"Ahahaha!! Thihis is strahange!" Hunter says through his laughter, still wrapping his head around the whole concept of tickling.

"Haha yeah? I hope you're at least having fun!" Willow says, still worried she may be pushing him further outside of his comfort zone than she should. He doesn't reply, instead covering his face to hide the darker shade of blush. "You are, aren't you? You're liking being tickled!"

His face still covered by his hands, he shakes his head. "QUIHIHIET!!"

"Aww, let's see where else you like being tickled. Let's try here, and here, aaaand here!" Willow's fingers dance across various tickle spots as Hunter fails to squirm away. First his underarms, then his tummy, and then his neck which seems to be especially ticklish.

"NAHAHAHAHA!! FLAHAP HELP!!" Hunter shouts, desperately reaching in Flapjack's direction. The little palisman flies up to his hand, transforming into his staff form for Hunter to grab onto. Once he does, the two phase away from the tickle attack and across the room, allowing him to catch his breath.

"Hey!" Willow shouts, playfully. "You get back here, there's still some spots we need to test. You know you want me toooo." She wiggles her fingers in his direction.

Hunter's blush is as red as ever, smirking a bit seeing Willow enjoying herself so much. "Y-You stay back!" He shouts, hoping she won't.

Willow smiles and runs at Hunter, who phases across the room again. She runs at him and the same happens, and again, and a few more times. "You cheater, I'm gonna get you if I have to do this all day!" Willow says, giving a playfully evil smile as she draws a glowing green circle in the air, making a small vine grow from the floor to grab Hunter's leg. He panics and phases once more, landing right behind her, and instinctively copies the action that started this all and pokes Willow's sides. "AH!"

Hunter sees her face as she turns to face him, her cheeks turning the color his were just moments ago. Suddenly the evil smirk that was once hers now creeps onto his face. "Willow.. Are you ticklish too?"

"Don't you dare!" She says through a smile, secretly hoping he'll take the initiative, and her wish quickly comes true. Hunter does his best to mimic her finger movements over the same spots she tickled him, seemingly doing a good job as she squirms and wiggles in his grasp, laughing just as loud as he did previously. "STAHAHAP THAHAT!"

Hunter smiles seeing how much fun she's having, his eyes lighting up knowing that he's making her feel that way. "Oh this is fun, I can see why you like doing this! Making you laugh is.. really fun!"

Willow blushes, happy to have given him such a fun new experience. Though despite the fun she's having, she wants revenge. "CLOHOVER! GET HIHIM!!"

Hunter's eyes grow wide. "Wait, what?" The fluffy bee palisman flies over to him, nuzzling into his neck. "Hehehey! Quihit it, you! Ahaha!" Hunter falls to the floor in a fit of giggles. "Flahap! Gehet her!"

"Wait no! NO! AHAHA!" Willow falls back as Flapjack brushes his wings on her tummy.

The two laugh and squirm on the floor next to each other, as each of their palisman tickles the other. This goes on for several minutes until they both yell out for a truce, calling off their small friends and catching their breaths.

"Thahat.. was perhaps the most fun I've ever had." Hunter says, smiling wide as his breathing slows down.

"I'm so happy you had such a good time, you deserved it. I had the best time too." Willow says, with a small yawn. "Goodness that took a lot out of me."

"Me too." He says, realizing how much he's struggling to keep his eyes open.

Willow pats her shoulder. "Come here, you dork."

"O-Okay." Hunter says with a blush, moving closer to lay his head on her shoulder.

The two cuddle close with their palisman joining the cuddle pile, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms, both smiling from the fun time. Both hoping it could happen again sometime soon.

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Downward Dog - Sirius Black x reader (part 3)

Part 1

Part 2

"How long does it take to brew the Felix Felicis potion, and how difficult is it?"

You frowned in concentration, trying to remember the exact amount of time it required. You always got confused on this one, you weren't sure why. "It's one of the most difficult potions to make, with disastrous consequences if made wrong, and it takes... four months?"

Sirius closed the book with a smile. "Almost. Six months."

"Almost?" you repeated, sighing. "That's not even remotely close!"

"Sure it is. You could have said it takes six days."

"Potions is my least favorite subject and I suck at it but I know that brewing Felix Felicis requires months. I'm not that dumb."

Sirius leaned back in the armchair, grinning. "I never thought you were. And you don't suck at Potions."

"Thank you..." you muttered, lowering your gaze. Sirius was doing it again. Staring at you with that intense look that made you wonder what the two of you really were. Because that stare wasn't something you normally directed at friends.

"Alright! Now that's out of the way - you're going to ace Slughorn's test, don't you dare doubt me - can we go practice yoga?" He jumped to his feet, making you laugh. He looked so excited, like a child on Christmas' Eve.

"We can, we definitely earned it."

"Yes!" He pumped his fist in the air and you laughed again, shaking your head. "Look at you all thrilled after you've had just one lesson!"

"I had a good teacher!" He winked, and you tried with everything in you not to blush, as you left the Common Room and headed up to the dorms to get changed into something more practical. Sirius said you could do yoga in his dorm, since James, Remus and Peter were busy, so you quickly put on some comfortable clothes and grabbed your mat, before reaching him.

Studying with him had actually been very helpful. When he had told you he could help you revise everything in a few hours you hadn't really believed him, but he had been good with making you memorize ingredients and effects of several potions by linking them together. He said it was a method he had come up with that made learning subjects he hated easily, and he wasn't lying. You did feel better after cramming with him.

You knocked on the Marauders' dorm room and waited. You didn't hear anything, so you knocked again. "Sirius, are you ready?" Without thinking, you pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Your mouth almost dropped open when you saw Sirius by an open window, looking outside. He was waving wildly, you guessed at his friends out on the school grounds, and he definitely hadn't heard you, judging from the way he was standing there clad only in his trousers, shirtless.

You cleared your throat and he turned around, but didn't look embarassed at all. "Oh, sorry, Y/N! I didn't hear you, James was shouting something." He hurried to close the window and walked toward you, smiling brightly. "Ready?"

"I am, but..." you gestured to his chest.

"I thought about practicing like this, it feels less... restrictive," he explained. "Unless it makes you uncomfortable..."

You certainly didn't want to make a fuss over a shirtless boy. Even if you and this shirtless boy were standing extremely close to his bed, in his deserted dorm room, and the boy in question looked so good it took you everything not to stare. "Of course not. Shall we?"

You laid out your mat while Sirius just moved to the centre of the carpet.

"Alright, let's start in mountain pose. Follow me, and stop me anytime you don't understand or need help," you exclaimed, trying to sound confident.

Sirius nodded and mimicked your pose, as you both closed your eyes and you guided him in your practice.

It went well. He even almost managed to pull off crow pose, but ended up almost face-planting to the floor. Almost, because you had moved beside him to help him with alignment, and managed to steady him just in time.

Even his back looked good, you thought, as you stared at his shoulders, his shoulder blades, the muscles that twitched as he moved slowly. As you touched his shoulders to help him with the pose you felt your face flush. He was so damn attractive, and you hated feeling so affected by him. You two were just friends, and you had grown closer lately but it didn't mean anything at all, not when Sirius could have anybody he wanted-

"Y/N?"

You blinked. "Yes?"

"Can you show me that other pose... wheel pose?"

"The one I was practicing yesterday when you walked in?" He nodded. "Sure."

Hoping you wouldn't end up looking like an idiot - you had only recently mastered wheel pose - you showed it to him, and Sirius let out an appreciative whistle. "That is impressive. How long does it take to learn?"

"Everyone's different, some people can do it right away. I wouldn't recommend you try it today though, I think we've done enough and you should get some rest." You told him after coming out of the pose.

"You're right. It's almost dinner time, as well. I feel hungry after exercising!" He paused, staring at you with a slight smile. "You're quite the sadist, making me hold forearm plank for a whole minute."

"Am not! You insisted you could hold it for longer than five breaths," you pointed out, smiling. "I am sure you just wanted to show off. Admit it."

"Me? Do I look like somebody that thrives on attention?" he gasped dramatically, a hand on his heart, pretending to be offended.

"Of course not. You're such an introvert," you rolled your eyes, still smiling.

Suddenly, silence enveloped you both. As you stared into his eyes, marveling at how handsome he was, Sirius moved one step closer to you. "When Peter interrupted us yesterday..." He bit his lip, slowly placing a hand on your arm. That instantly gave you chills. Good ones. "I meant to ask you..."

"Yes?" you whispered, eyes fixed on him. His fingertips on your bare arm were really distracting. And he smelled so good. Damn. Stop it, Y/N. Focus.

"It's Hogsmeade weekend next Saturday, do you wanna go together?"

You felt your breath hitch in your throat. You had been hoping he'd ask you out for a long time, but had never dared believe he really would. "I would like that," you replied, trying to smile but feeling as if your face had frozen.

Sirius was smiling big enough for both of you, anyway.

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Meeting the family (Ghost x Soap)

Ghost learns more about the name "Johnny" when he finally visits Soap's family for Christmas.

Chapter 37 excerpt of Don't Let Me Go.

(context: Eileen - mum, Fiona - cousin)

Ghost spent the next few minutes watching everyone pass around the delicious smelling dishes, relieved that their attention was not on him for the moment. Unfortunately, Ghost should have expected that this would have been short lived.

After a few bites, Eileen leaned forward on her elbows and linked her fingers together. “So, Simon… how did you two meet?”

“He’s also a trainer on the base for new recruits,” Soap replied quickly.

Ghost looked over to Soap, trying to gauge what exactly he had told his family and how much of the truth they really knew about his job. Both their jobs. God, it was so dumb of him to just show up; they hadn’t discussed any of this.

Soap gave him a knowing look and a small nod, encouraging Ghost to play along.

“Well… yeah. We work together… at the base.”

“What do you teach?” Fiona asked.

“Hand-to-hand,” Ghost said, as it was the first thing that popped into his mind. It wasn’t technically a lie. He had taught hand-to-hand before.

“That’s cool. Any specialities? Karate? Jiu-jitsu?”

“A little bit of everything. Mostly self-defence.”

“Have you known each other long?” Eileen asked, calm and pointed, her gaze unwavering from his face.

She really wasn’t pulling her punches.

“Well…” Ghost trailed off, stalling to consider what to say. “We met fairly recently I would say, Johnny and I.”

In an instant, Ghost could palpably feel the entire atmosphere in the room shift as everyone stopped eating to stare at him. Lorna shifted in her seat. Fiona whipped her head over to them, her fork still hanging in the air. Eileen tilted her head as she continued to watch Ghost with curious scrutiny.

Fuck. Ghost said something he shouldn’t have fucking said. Even Soap next to him was slightly more tense as he sat up straighter. What the fuck had he done? A million scenarios ran through Ghost’s head, each one worse than the last. His eyes flicked between everyone at the table, searching for an unspoken answer.

The one second of loud silence lasted an eternity.

“Sorry. Did I say something?” Ghost asked with uncertainty.

Eileen huffed out a short laugh and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, easing some of the tension that Ghost felt but he was still racked with confusion. “No, it’s just we haven’t heard that name in years.”

Ghost thought about what name she could be referring to.

Johnny?

Ghost looked back at Soap who glanced down at his plate and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

Eileen continued speaking. “When John was about… ten or eleven I want to say… he woke up one day having randomly decided that he no longer wanted to be called Johnny and started demanding that he be called John instead. It honestly took everyone by surprise, this sudden shift, and he would get very upset if anyone called him by Johnny. I got a few cold shoulders when I slipped up at the beginning of the switch over. He even got into a physical fight or two at school due to the whole thing.”

This recounting of events completely contradicted everything that Ghost had experienced. Although, looking back at it… Soap never let anyone call him Johnny. Not even Alejandro when they were still in Mexico. He’d never even heard the Captain use it. No one.

No one except for Ghost.

Eileen shrugged her shoulders. “I guess he decided to grow up. It’s interesting to hear again. That’s all. Very interesting…” She went back to eating and so did everyone else. Ghost felt Soap grab his hand from underneath the table and he gave Ghost an apologetic squeeze.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” Eileen asked, gesturing to the spread of food.

“No. No, thank you,” Ghost politely denied. “I look forward to when I’m hungry again so I can eat it. I’ll have some tomorrow morning.”

“You better,” she said jokingly.

Later

Ghost turned around to face Soap who had just sat down on the bed with a light grunt. As he looked back at the trophy, he saw the engraving John MacTavish. A question suddenly popped into Ghost’s mind.

“Why did you let me call you Johnny this whole time if you never liked it?” he asked, looking over at Soap.

Soap shrugged casually. “It never bothered me when you said it.”

“…really?”

Soap could sense his doubt. “Okay, I mean maybe at the very beginning, but we had other things to deal with in Mexico that were more pressing at the time. I figured I’d eventually get around to it. But once we finally took down Hassan, I guess… I’d sort of gotten used to hearing it… ya know? And I started to realize that I did like it. From you at least.”

“So, I should keep calling you Johnny?”

“I like when you so, aye.”

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 1 year

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Henry Cavill and Reader decorating for Christmas and reader making it special for both Henry and Kal💝🙏

Merry Christmas

Warnings: PURE fluff

Word count: 0.7 K

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Fem!Reader

Requests: OPEN

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Moving to the other side of the world; More specifically, moving to the UK to live next door to my boyfriend Henry was extremely difficult, but now that I had to spend my first Christmas holidays away from home, it was doubly difficult.

Yes, of course, I was madly and completely in love with that man, that did not change the complications of living in a completely different society, now, it was necessary to add the complications of living and being a couple, with one of the most handsome and sought-after actors in the world…

Yep, my life is complicated.

A few kisses on my shoulder made me come out of my thoughts. I turned on my shoulders only to meet those sleepy blue eyes.

"Good morning" the man yawned.

"Good morning handsome" it was my turn to yawn and scratch my right eye, causing a small laugh from the man.

"What day is today?"

With my right hand I patted the table next to me to take my cell phone and unlock it.

“December 12, do you know what it means?”

"Than?"

"It's Christmas shopping day," I crooned.

The man only released a tired sigh, causing laughter on my part.

"Is it completely necessary for me to go?"

“My love, you have to be kidding. It's the first time I'll spend the holidays with your family. We have to impress them with their gifts and decorations.”

I got up from the bed, and tried to take his hand, trying to lift him up.

"Baby" he pulled me, hugging my waist and making me lie down on his body "You don't need to impress them, you just need to be as perfect as you always are"

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Although Christmas Eve was still twelve days away, the malls were packed with people, making shopping much more difficult than on other days. If we were lucky to find what we were looking for thanks to the huge shortage of stores, there were long lines that made a 30 minute stay, become a two hour one, and if someone recognized Henry, that stay could last up to three or four hours, before someone from security could help us to our car.

"Honey, is all this really necessary?"

While Henry was well known for his muscular arms, the number of bags full of Christmas decorations, gifts, and even my own tote bag cradled in his arms made his muscles tired, causing him to be slumped over in his chair of the local, while I watched the ugly sweaters for him and me.

“Honey, it is more than evident that it is necessary”

I managed to hear how he let out a big snort, causing my laughter

"Baby. I don't even understand why we need so many things to decorate, it's not necessary so many things”

Wearily, I rolled my eyes and turned to see his face, a smile on his face.

"You are very lucky to have me, my love, otherwise you would be known as the Grinch"

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Christmas came long before Henry and I could process it, and with it, the snowfall that hit London, meaning that neither Henry's family could get to our house, nor that we could leave the house, causing us to have to spend christmas alone

Oh, and it also caused me to spend the last 10 days sick, barely able to do anything, leaving the decorations in Henry's hands.

Thank the universe, today I already felt much better, making me simply have to shower and get ready. Only to come downstairs and realize that Henry had barely put a few things on the tree.

"Henry!"

The man came out of the kitchen, his suit well protected by an apron, while he heated up our dinner.

"What's the matter?"

"What did I ask you to do?"

"Decorate?"

"And you think this is decorating?"

With my hand, I pointed at the tree, causing Henry to let out a nervous laugh.

"I guess not… I'm sorry"

Kal's barking and entrance interrupted him, causing my eyes to flick from his blue orbs to our big baby, only to realize, poor Kal was only wearing his 'The Witcher' sweater and not his Christmas sweater.

"Oh my poor baby" I crouched down, stroking his back "Your father wasn't able to dress you properly?"

"Shhh!"

"Don't worry, we are going to turn this into a real home"

Before Henry went back to the kitchen, I grabbed a ball from Kal and threw it at his head, causing him to laugh.

"Come, I will teach you how to turn your house into a real home"

He quickly turned off the stove, dropped the apron, and ran to my side to begin decorating the tree.

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𝟭𝟮 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀: 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿

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You'd been the one to ask Eddie out in a fit of bravery that you don't think you will ever be able to replicate for the rest of your life. He's a regular at the record store -- regular enough that you see him almost every time you're on shift and your favorite coworker tells you that when he shows up when you're not working he leaves a little quicker. He's a nice guy, kind to you when the register wasn't working that one time and you had to count his change by hand and he always puts the records he's looking at back in the right spot. And on Thursday he made you laugh so hard that you snorted. When he looked endeared rather than disgusted, you decided, why the hell not?

So you asked him if he maybe wanted to get hot chocolate and walk around town on Saturday afternoon. You were treated to a new grin from him, this one a little shy, as he said he'd love to. It had taken at least thirty minutes for your heartbeat to slow down after he left.

When you see Eddie waiting for you outside the cafe you mentioned it picks right back up again. You wonder how early he got here -- you're 10 minutes early yourself, just in case. He's dressed just like you expected in ripped jeans despite the cold and flannel and two jackets better suited for fall instead of a proper winter one. His nose is pink and he looks brilliant in the sunshine as he bounces on his heels, hands in his pockets. When he sees you, he waves, that same shy grin taking over his face.

"Hey!" he calls. "You look pretty." You duck your chin a little because he's talking kind of loudly and it's the middle of the afternoon in Hawkins, so anyone who is out can hear his compliment. It's not that you care that people see you together, it's that he's not afraid to admire you so publically. It makes your breath stutter in your lungs.

That, and you're mostly covered by your own winter coat, though you did spend extra time picking out your outfit. "Thank you," you say once you reach him. "So do you." Eddie blushes and huffs, his breath fogging the air between you. "But you also look cold."

"Guess we should get some hot stuff then, yeah?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you laugh. He looks delighted as he opens the door and gestures for you to go in. The cafe is moderately busy, a few people your age you vaguely recognize at tables reading or chatting.

"Have you been here before?" you ask him once you're in the short line.

He shakes his head, looking around but eyes not lingering on anything. "Nah," he says. "S'nice, though."

You step close to Eddie, close enough that your shoulders brush, close enough that you hope he'll know you want anyone looking to think that you're together. Something tells you that there are parts of him that never healed properly from how cruel people can be. You want to say something, anything, but then the line moves and you're at the front of it.

"Two hot chocolates, please," you tell the girl at the register.

"All the stuff on top? Marshmallows and whipped cream?" she asks without looking up from the register. You look at Eddie and he nods.

"Yes, please," you say. "I'll pay since I asked you," you tell him, looking for your wallet in your bag. He considers it, going so far as to reach for your wrist to stop you but before he touches you he pulls back.

"Okay," he says. "I'll just get next time." You pay the girl and go to wait by the barista counter.

"Next time?" you say, eyebrows raised. It's no small feat to tamper down a grin. "You already want to go on a second date? Eddie, I could be a total weirdo and you might never want to see me again." The barista calls your name and Eddie surges forward to grab the cups.

"First of all, if you're a total weirdo I will definetly want to see you again," he says, somehow managing to get the door open for you with no hands. "Second of all, I have a good feeling about this."

Back in the cold afternoon air you take your cup from him, the warmth bleeding into your hands, though you already feel warm all over from his words. "You're a flirt, Eddie Munson," you tell him. He shrugs.

"Just telling it like it is, sweetheart." He bumps his shoulder with yours.

"Where do you want to walk?" you ask. It seems like he might tease you for asking him on a date without any clue of where to go but then he seems to get an idea.

"Uh, shoot me down if this is boring," he says and pushes some of his curls out of his face. "But some of the shops have Christmas windows up. We could go look at those?"

"That sounds perfect." You head off down the sidewalk, both of your hands around your cup while he tucks one of his in his pocket and starts to take small sips.

It's a good first date. Maybe even the best you've ever been one. It's a little cold but Eddie keeps you laughing and the chatting keeps you so distracted you hardly notice the temperature or the shop windows. He's interesting and good at asking questions and he makes you feel like he really does want to get to know you. Before you know it you've both got empty cups and you toss them in a trashcan and then you both have free hands.

You decide to be brave again and reach for one of his. His rings are cold but his fingers curl around yours right away and he smiles at you. This one is a new smile -- not quite his shy grin or his wide laugh, but somewhere in between. You think this is how Eddie looks when he's happy, when he's content.

"Wanna get something to eat?" he asks you. His thumb runs over the back of your hand in slow strokes. "I'll buy."

"Second date already?" you tease. "So the good feeling paid off?"

He smirks, scrunching his nose. "Oh yeah," he says. "You're a weirdo, big time. I've got great instincts."

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(Valentina's pov)

We've definitely been enjoying our summer here in Brindleton Bay! We try and spend most of our day outside, now that the girls are toddlers we have a lot more freedom as to what we can do. Aria and Ansel have been going with their dad to fish in a nearby lake almost every day since summer started, and whilst they don't come back with a fish everyday, they come back with stories about their fishing adventures that I'm sure they'll look back on with fondness. Whilst we aren't actively doing schoolwork in the summer, we're still learning when we're outside. The kids research the kinds of fish that are local to our area, so they know how to identify anything they might catch. Ever since we got our chickens, we've been learning all the things about them like the differences between the eggs that are laid for us to eat versus the fertilised eggs that hatch into chicks. We've also been learning about the fruits and vegetables that we've been growing, as well as the local plants and animals in the area. We've been debating whether to move to a property that has more land to have more animals, but that's a big undertaking so we're definitely praying on it.

These four are proving to be thick as thieves, there's a year between them and they're determined to put me through my paces. I don't mind it though, I'm taking my time and cherishing all these memories while they're still young. Before I know it they'll be in school, then maybe even college, then getting married and moving out. I'm so thankful for the Lord choosing me to be the mama of these rambunctious kids.

(AN: The kid should really be a toddler cause he's 2 weeks younger then valentina's youngest 2, but lets pretend these are old pictures. Also, I hate that the infant blanket has to appear when they're being posed)

My sister Sabrina and her husband Tucker live further out in the country from us, but we still see them at church and manage to plan to see each other when our schedules align. Though Tucker's family still does their touring music ministry for parts of the year, Tucker and Sabrina have chosen to focus on maintaining the farm and being at home. They've even bought their own home close to the farm, as they wanted their own place for their growing family. Sabrina announced that they're expecting another baby by early next year!

My little brother Zachary is courting! He met Kelsey Parnell (19) last year when he was in Brindleton Bay to visit us, Kelsey lives in a town an hour away from Brindleton Bay but has the same social circles as our aunt Danielle. I guess my aunt is determined to have her nieces and nephews have ties to Brindleton Bay so that there will always be a way to see her, because this is now the 3rd couple she's used her match making skills on (the first being Me and Eric, the second being Sabrina and Tucker). Kelsey spends her time helping her mother at home, or working with the same ministry my aunt sometimes works with. They first met at a christmas bake sale to support an pro-life ministry, and would see each other everytime Zach would visit Brindleton Bay either for work or to see us. My parents were able to meet her parents as well and our families got along great, they agreed that it was okay for the two to get to know each other better in order for a courtship to happen, and recently Zach got the greenlight to ask her to start a courtship. Kelsey is a great girl, we've known her and her family for a few years and I think they'll make a great couple.

Celeste is also courting! She's in a courtship with a delightful young man named Reid Robbins (25) from Northbury, a town a few hours outside Britechester. They met through mutual friends when she was at a young women's retreat that was a ministry run by his church. She met one of his sisters and they became fast friends, and she later introduced the girls to her family and the rest of the church congregation. These two met and there was a group chat formed where they all got to know each other and challenged each other daily to keep up in their walk with the Lord. Between a few visits to Newcrest, a few visits to Northbury, and some group trips added into the mix, Reid had started to pray to the Lord about Celeste (what he didn't know is that she'd also started praying about him!). After discussing the fact with his parents, they contacted our parents and after both sides approved, he made his way to my parents house in Newcrest and officially asked her! Though she was excited, Celeste was slightly apprehensive at the beginning because she is slightly older than him (her being 27 and him being 25), but my sisters and I reassured her that if she felt the Lord leading her in that direction - then to follow where she's being led. Now she's happier than ever before, she's already started dreaming about what their wedding will look like!

#fundie sims #fundiesims #quiverfull sims #collins family #quiver full sims #modest sims #sims 4 legacy #collins legacy #homeschool sims #sims 4 courtship #sims 4 pregnancy #gen 3 #Eric and Valentina #tucker and sabrina #Zachary and Kelsey #Reid and Celeste #gen 4 #post #eric and valentinas kids are actually always outside #they wander everywhere #theres always one in the pen with the chickens #sabrina and tucker are shooting out children #both their families are very much the 'have all the babies' type #theyre also the 'marry young' crowd considering the courtships #celeste is giving allison bontrager energy but shes not got the outgoing personality #its mostly the younger man tbh #but at this point shes just happy to be in a relationship #three siblings on either side of her are all married with the last two still in highschool so she was def feeling the pressure

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gatitties · 1 year

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Gifts

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: you want a Christmas present and you know how to use it a lot

─ Warnings: none

8 < 9 > 10

The entity's realm was a cold place, there didn't seem to be any change of seasons beyond slight changes in temperatures, The Entity didn't care about it either, it's not like she wanted to take care of the people she had there, they were just mere puppets, so they could entertain her, killers or survivors, they were all replaceable.

How you found out you were on new year's eve was baffling to her, it only snowed a little bit in that desolate dark forest where she kept her puppets, and it's not like it hadn't snowed a few other times before, but you had that mentally detector, you just knew, you knew it was Christmas, or New Year, or just that time of year was close or had just passed, it was your sixth sense.

That, and that your fyp was completely related to that kind of thing, mystery solved, new problem found, gifts! Where were your Christmas presents? Besides all that family stuff blah blah blah… you didn't have your loved ones here, even though you could see some survivors as siblings or even parents (maybe even some killer), so most importantly were the gifts.

You were a spoiled brat, you weren't going to hand out handmade gifts or anything like that, you weren't going to be any more godly around this time, because it didn't feel like those days, so you went on with your daily shit, just making a little deal with the entity. You would stop sabotaging the games on both sides for a week.

Oh yeah, both survivors and killers realized how influential you were, if they offered you something you liked, depending on the person, you would sabotage a trial in favor of killers or survivors, basically the respective group would win 10% more chance of a victory if they managed to get you to collaborate either on one side or the other.

Could this be a little immoral? After all, you were part of the survivors but… you didn't discriminate against anyone! Or rather, you weren't going to deny the benefits they offered you, which could range from getting Meg to record a stupid video with you to Anna teaching you how to throw axes, you'd even sell yourself for some cookies, but who cares? Well, The Entity, but you didn't give a shit about her.

The thing is, you kept your promise, denying the blackmail you were offered for a whole week, it was hard not to accept your favorite dessert when The Trapper offered it to you, or even the offer to see Ace dressed as a chicken, you had to deny it for one higher weight ratio.

You were currently in a trial along with Ada Wong, Leon and Mikaela, the killer was a relatively new one, just like Ada, Albert Wesker, or aka "depression fuck me hard but I fuck it harder", yes, a your eyes this guy was some kind of uncle who was divorced like eight times and has five children scattered around the world without knowing where they are. You guessed correctly, Albert couldn't stand you one bit, but don't worry! His heart will soften with you just like the others did, otherwise this wouldn't be a fanfiction hehe.

But he still hates you, even though he wasn't focused on you in this game, having Ada and Leon here he just wanted to take his rage out on them while you and Mikaela were doing generators, more her than you, because you were an idiot for post-apocalyptic romance and Leon and Ada seemed to be having that right now

"This is better than the Turkish romance series that my mother watches…"

You grabbed a handful of popcorn from a bag that had mysteriously appeared in your hands, plot necessities!, You watched as they both ran from Wesker holding hands, your mind traveling to those kinds of scenes in other movies you remembered, only that in those movies the killer doesn't have statistically more speed than you in a general way, you saw like the permanent red light of the murderer illuminated the two figures more and more.

It was time to make use of your Christmas gift!

You grabbed one of the Orbeez pouches that you had hanging on your waist as ammunition, pouring a decent amount into the chamber of your personal pistol, smiling maniacally, you aimed with complete concentration at the back of Wesker's neck, without thinking twice about an amount of small balls impacted against the man, distracting him for a few seconds enough so that the blow he was going to launch did not reach Leon.

"Damn brat-"

He didn't even have time to turn when more balls flew towards his face, directly into his glasses causing it to fly away from his face, you gained his attention once and for all, hoping there weren't too many generators missing because you were still terrible at chasing.

"Nerf or nothing old man!"

You jumped off the balcony you were on, as he approached your position, you ran as fast as you could, blinding Wesker by shooting him right in the eye (taking his glasses off in the process all those times). You only stopped when your Orbeez ran out, you couldn't reload your Nerf gun with anything else so it didn't take long for you to be put on a hook, but it was worth it because you won that match, at least the other three came out unscathed, you were sacrificed under the angry look of the man in black.

New weapon unlocked!

Nerf gun.

New perk unlocked!

You ensure 10% victory if you are offered something of interest (works mainly with food)

#dbd x reader #dbd x platonic reaader #platonic reader #gn reader #teen reader #reader insert #albert wesker #ada wong #leon kennedy #dbd

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justice4billy · 5 months

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You're the worst- part seven

Warnings; smut and alpt of kissing, Christmas day theme

MERRY CHRISTMAS!! Been working on this most of the day, had to keep taking breaks between socialising. Hope you enjoy!

Billy x fem reader/ enemies to lovers

"OH MY GOSH!" Mariah screeched making Camille awake with a start. She blinked at the alarm clock the bright red lights hurting her eyes, she better have a good excuse for screaming at six in the morning.

"CAM!" Mariah squealed as she burst into her bedroom door.

"What is it? Its six am" Camille groaned rubbing her eyes.

"All flights have been cancelled till the twenty-eigth" Mariah stated.

Camilles eyes bugged out of her head. "You're lying" she accused getting out of bed and running into the living room, the news was playing on the TV. A big headline stating all flights to New York were cancelled. No, her flight was supposed to leave in five hours. "No, I'm checking the web" she cried out rushing to get Mariahs laptop.

"Already checked hun" Mariah stated handing her the open laptop.

Camille scanned the page and logged onto her emails, there were countless emails sent stating her flight was now rearranged to the twenty eight of December. "You planned this" she accused glowering at Mariah who looked at her with a smug grin.

"Aww, diddums guess your stuck with us for Christmas after all" she stated smugly turning on.her heel.." I'm going back to bed" she called.

"But I don't have anything to wear" Camille cried out, she had only packed enough for a few days.

"We'll go shopping and get you one" Mariah called out her voice getting more distant as she exited the living room.

Camille groaned. "On Christmas eve! It's going to be hell" she groaned.

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The mall was hell. Just as Camille predicted, it was full.of people cramming in last minute shopping, she lost count of all the deprecate men she had seen scrambling to.get a last minute gift for their partners.

"There's not going to be anything left" Camille grumbled as they got off the escalator.

"Will.you quit moaning?" Mariah tusked as she took Camille dragging her to Macys, stopping dead in ber tracks and making Camille almost run into the back of her.

"Billy?" Mariah asked.

Camille felt her face grow hot, she was sure she looked like a tomato right now. Plus, she was wearing one of Mariahs sweaters that was too tight for her curvy frame. Not that her outfit was important.

The hulking male turned around, his brows furrowing a look of.frustration on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Mariah asked.

"Trying to look for a turkey" Billy replied bluntly.

"Why?" Mariah asked.

Billy huffed. "Because I've been working my ass off at the garage and forgot to get one" he admitted cooly.

"Oh my Gosh, you are kidding" Mariah stated dramatically.

"Apparently take out isn't an option according to my sister" he stated with a shrug, before his eyes fluttered over to Camille who was stood behind Mariah. "Thought you'd gone home" he stated.

"Flight got cancelled" Camille responded meekly.

Billy smirked. "Shame" he replied. Camille wasn't sure if there was a hidden message behind those words.

"Well, problem.solved you won't need a turkey now because you and your sister are coming to us tomorrow" Mariah stated making Camilles eyes widen.

"S'okay we can manage" Billy dismissed.

"Nonsense, you won't find a turkey now and we've got an extra guest now.anyways" she winked at Camille who gave her a murderous glare. "I insist, Danny wouldn't want his best friend to.starve" Mariah pushed.

Billy scratched the back of his head. "You sure?" He asked.

Mariah beamed. "Absoloutley, dinner is at two but come anytime before then" Mariah stared.

"Okay, umm thanks" Billy replied still sounding unsure.

"Must dash" Mariah called giving him one last wave and pulling Camille along with her.

"You're such a schemer" Camille hissed glancing over her shoulder, to see the back of Billy's ass walking away. Jesus, now she was having a hot flush.

Mariah quirked a smile. "Wow, do you want two people alone on Christmas day? With no turkey? That's heartless" Mariah gasped with a wink.

Camille groaned. "You know what I mean" she groaned.

"Nope, I dont" Mariah replied with a smirk. "Oh my gosh this is perfect for you!" Mariah cried changing the subject and dragging Camille into the store. But Camille didn't even see the outfit, her mind of a certain blonde that was probably going to fuck up her life.

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Christmas day came too quickly, much to Camilles dismay. Her stomach felt like it was rolling around, nerves rippling through her at the anticipation of how the day was going to go.

"Are you sure this isn't a bit over the top?" Camille asked pulling at the red jumpsuit.

"Of course not" Mariah stated dismissively as she perched on the end of camilles bed. "Oh shit, it's like eleven I need to go and finish the prepping" she stated.

They had been up and early exchanging presents. Camille had paid to have Mariahs gifts shipped a week ago, thinking she wouldn't be here Christmas day. But fate had other plans. God, she could have saved on the postage she thought as she surveyed herself in the mirror. The jumpsuit hugged her in all the right places, a cheeky amount of skin on display as the suit gaped at the back.

She sighed making her way towards the kitchen. "Can I help?" She asked looking at a frantic Mariah.

"No, I don't want you ruining your outfit" she dismissed.

Camille rolled her eyes. "What is the obsession with this outfit?".she asked.

"We have a special guest and you need to look good" Mariah asked.

Camille quirked a brow. "You mean guests? As in plural" she stared.

"Yeah, that's what I said" Mariah dismissed.

Camie huffed knowing she wouldn't get through to her friend, before deciding to stick on the television, watching mindlessly to kill the time. The doorbell rang alerting her, as she sat up straight and wiped the crinkles out of jer outfit.

"Danny! The door" she heard Mariah yell.

Camille hesdd frantic footsteps thundering down the hall, her stomach gurgling as she tried to calm her breathing. What the hell was wrong with her? She thought.

"Mom! Dad!" Danny exclaimed.

Camille sighed, pushing down the small pang of disappointment that fluttered in jer stomach.She heard the voices of Dannys parents before the living room door pushed open, two familiar faces popping through.

"Camille!" Rhona, Dannys mom exclaimed.

"Hi, its good to see you" Camille stating standing up and giving the older woman a hug.

"I swear you get more beautiful everutime I see you" Rhonda exclaimed. "Doesn't she Jeff?" Rhona asked nudint her husband.

Jeff beamed. "She does indeed" he agreed reaching to give her a hug.

"Wheres Mariah?" Rhona asked.

"The kitchen" Camille replied.

"OH, I best not disturb her" Rhona replied.

"That would be wise"Camille agreed. Mariah was like a bat out of hell when it came to cooking.

"Say, where is that handsome fella of yours?" Jeff asked.

Camille felt bile rise in her stomach, her mouth feeling like cotton wool. "We broke up" she murmured.

Rhona and Jeff's face changed, their faces morphing into sympathy. "Oh dear, we're so sorry" Rhona stated placing a hand on her arm.

"It's okay, turns out he wasn't the best guy" Camille.replied

"Rhona! Jeff!" Mariah exclaimed saving the awkward exchange as she bustled through the door.

The afternoon ticked on. Mariahs parents arrived around twelve-thirty, the adults falling into a comfortable conversation which Camille chewed nervously at her lip. Around quarter past one she decided to take a break from the mindless chatter, making her way to the kitchen where Mariah was finishing her prepping.

"I need a drink" Camille groaned trying to calm her nerves.

"Dont get to drunk, we still have guests coming!" Mariah chided.

Camille rolled her eyes downing her glass of prosecco. "He isn't coming" Camille stated trying not to sound bitter. Like she cared.

"Of course he is" Mariah stated.

"He probably found a turkey" Camille deadpanned pouring herself another glass.

Mariah opened her mouth, a retort on the tip of her tongue before being interupred by the doorbell ringing. Camille stopped trying not to drop her glass on the floor.

"You were saying?" Mariah inquired with a smirk on her face. "Go and get the door" she commanded.

"Can't Danny go?" Camille asked.

"No, he is with his parents now go!" She dismissed with a wave.

The doorbell rang again making Camille swallow down the bile in her throat. She took a deep breath as she walked towards the door, she could see the outline of Billy and a much shorter girl through the glass door pane. She huffed before reaching out for the door knob, her palms sweaty as she opened the door.

Her breath hitched as she took in the sight before her. Billy stood before her, in a blue button down shirt a button undone showing a slither of his tanned skin, his pendant resting against his sturdy chest. Her eyes fluttered away to the young red head beside him who was messing with the green dress she was in, clearly not a fan of the garment.

"Hi" Billy stated, a flirty undertone in his voice.

Camille blushed. "Hey" she squeaked trying to play it cool.

Billy smirked. "Sorry were kind of late, shit bird here didn't want to dress up" he stated nodding towards the girl beside him.

The red head scowled. "Quit calling me that idiot, I'm not thirteen" she spat back at him.

Billy chuckled. "This is my sister Maxine" he introduced.

"Its Max" the girl replied sassily.

"Maxine" Billy warned through gritted teeth.

"Hi, I'm max" the girl stared drinking her hand out.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Camille" Camille replied accepting the handshake. "You guys should come in" she stated opening the door and gesturing for them to come in.

Canille held her breath as Billy brushed past her, stopping short as his eyes romadd her outfit. "Nice outfit" he whispered sending her a wink before walking towards the living room.Camille let out a breath before shutting the door.

She decided to join the otjerd in the living room whilst Mariah came to greet Billy and Max.

"Oh, I swear this young man vets more handsome everytime I see him" Rhona cooed at Billy. "Doesn't he Jeff?" She asked elbowing her husband.

Jeff smiled. "That he does" Jeff agreed with his wife. "Say, son do you have a girl yet?" He asked.

Camilles ears perked slightly as she picked up a biscuits and nibbled away. Accidentally putting herself in the eyeline of him.

"Well, not currently but ya never know" Billy replied taking a sip of his drink, making eye contact with Camille who looked away flushing.

"How come? A handsome guy like you" Rhona gushed.

Billy shrugged. "Ain't found one worth settling down for, plus I've been working alot" he stated. "Things might change" he stated looking pointedly at Camille.

"Aww, let's hope so" Rhona stated missing the looks between the pair.

"Dinner!" Mariah called out. "Camille, would you grab that other bottle of prosecco out the kitchen?" Mariah asked.

Camille nodded making her way to the kitchen, furrowing her brow at the selection of drinks on the counter. "Which one" she murmured to herself.

"I think the one on the right is good" she heard a voice sound out behind her, making her still frozen in place.

Camille turned around to see Billy leaning in the open doorway, his eyes raking her body and a smirk tugging at his lips. "Thought you could use some help" he replied coyly moving into the room and shutting the door behind him.

"Well, if your an expert in champagne then I could use your help" Camille quipped proud of herself for stringing a sentence together.

Billy laughed. "No, but I did get you a present" he stated moving towards her, stopping a few inches away his tall frame towering over her.

Camille's face fell. "Oh shit" she swore. "I didn't get you anything" she stated biting her lip awkwardly.

Billy reached out, smoothing his finger over her lip and freeing it from between her teeth. "Actually it's more of a last minute thing, doesn't cost any money" he replied eyes raking over her face.

Camille furrowed a brow. "What is it?" She asked confused.

"Look up" Billy urged his eyes flitting to the ceiling.Camille looked up noticing the mistletoe that Danny had placed as an excuse to steal kisses from Mariah.

"You got me a kiss?" Camille guessed.

Billy nodded, his thumb reaching out to brush her cheek. "If you want it" he stated. Camille nodded, the words dying on her tongue as he moved closer, their noses brushing.

The door opening had them brushing apart from each other, Billy coming to stand beside her.

"Cam, come on everyone's waiting" Mariah asked brushing through the dior, stopping in her tracks giving her and Billy a suspicious look.

"She needed help with the champagne" Billy stated holding up a bottle.

"Perfect choice" Mariah complimented giving Camille a coy look. Great, she was going to be hounded later. "Come on, I need someone to carve the turkey and Danny has nimble fingers" Mariah stated pointedly looking at Billy.

Billy nodded. "To be continued" he muttered coyly to Camille before making his way past Mariah and out of the kitchen.

"Dont say a word" Camille warned giving Mariah a pointed look, the girl smiling at her. She made her way passed Mariah not giving the girl chance to interrogate her as she went into tjr living area, where a big table had been set up, conveniently she was sat across from Billy.

Dinner went by without a Hitch. Camille felt guilty as she couldn't eat much, not when Billy eyes kept finding hers every five seconds. He hardly turned away when in conversation with someone else, he was like a magnet attracting each other.

She needed to escape his intense blue eyes, volunteering to do the washing up as a form of escape. She signed to herself when she plonked the dirty dishes in the soapy suds.

"Mariah said you needed some help" Billy stated.

"OH, did she?" Camille asked rolling her eyes at her friend's blatant antics.

"Ouch, I can go if you want" Billy stated a teasting lilt in his voice.

"No!" Camille exclained all to quickly. "I mean that would be nice" she finished lamely berating herself. Nice. What kind of stupid word was that?

Billy smirked coming to stand infront of her. "Great" he stated with a smirk. "You know we never got to finish what we started" he stated reaching to brush a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"Oh" camille replied dumbly, leaning into his touch slightly.

"Think we have time?" Billy asked.

Camille nodded. "Uh huh" she replied dumbly her breath hitching when his knuckles brushed her lip, his blue eyes boring into hers.

"BILLY!" a voice called as the door bustled open.

Camille.cleard her throat pushing at his chest as Billy groaned, turning around to face the intruder. "What Max?" He snapped.

The red head narrowed her eyes at his tone. "Wheres the bathroom?" She asked.

Billy grunted. " The fuck are you asking me for?" He swore with a scowl. Camille elbowed him. "I mean why didn't you ask anyone else?" He repeated in a more polite tone.

"I don't know anyone else" Max deadpanned.

"It's upstairs on the right" Camille answered.

Max quirked a smile. "Thanks".she beamed turning on her heel and heading off to her intended destination.

"Damn, we keep getting interrupted" BIlly groaned with a chuckle.

"We better do our duties before we get interrupted again" Camille smiled trying not to hide the dissapointmrnt in her voice.

Billy sighed. "Alright, fine" he stated not sounding to happy.

The pair worked in comfortable silence. Camille washing up and Billy drying meant the chores were done in record time. The pair joined the rest of the party guests, who were chattering animatedly amongst themselves and drinking far to much for their own good.

"I'll be right back, need to use the rest room" Camille stated to Mariah who gave her a small nod.

She used the restroom and was just washing her hands, when a small knock sounded on the door. Curiously, Camille unlocked the door and swung it open, her brow furrowong when Billy stood on the other side.

"Oh, do you need the restroom? It's free" she stated opening the door wider and gesturing to the room behind her.

"As a matter of fact I do" he stated his hands landing on her hips, walking her back into the empty room and kicking the door shut with his foot, locking it for good measure.

"What are you doing?" Camille asked breathless as his hands landed on her hip, grazing the top of her bottom.

"What I've been trying to do all day, ain't risking anyone interrupting us" he stated lifting her up and planting her on the counter, before coming to stand between her open legs.

"Someone might need the bathroom" she proposed with a smirk, looping her hands around his neck.

"Then they can piss themselves" he stated cruedly landing a soft kiss on her exposed neck.

Camille groaned her head titling backwards, exposing more of her vulnerable skin to his sinful lips. "Billy" she murmured.

"Been thinking about that night, haven't slept right since" he confessed.

Camie blinked in shock. "Really? She stuttered as his lips assaulted her neck.

Billy moved away, taking her chin in his hand. "Dont tell me you haven't" he stated.

Camille bit her lip. "Yesh, I have" she confessed. She too hadn't slept since.

Billy chucked before connecting his lips to hers, the familiar fire roared in Camille's belly as she locked her legs around his thighs whilst threading her fingers through his locks. Tongued meeting each others in a passionate kiss.

A knock on the door interrupted them, the pair tearing apart panting and breathless.

"Fuck sake" Billy swore under his breath

"Camille, are you okay dear?" Rhona called out.

"Shit, hide!" Camille whispered shoving Billy toward the closed shower curtain.

"Bloody hell" Billy swore as he clambered clumsily into the tub.

"Are you okay? What's that noise?" Rhona called.

"Nothing! I'm looking got some spray" Camille stated spraying some fragrance before opening the door.

"OH, thank goodness I need to use the restroom" rhona stated.

Canille panicked looking over her shoulder. "No!" She exclaimed meeting the shocked face of Rhona. "I mean, I would give it five I had an upset stomach" she stated embarrassment flowing through her. Jesus how was she meant to look at Rhoma again.

She heard Billy let out a scoff, coughing to cover up the noise.

"OH dear, I think Mariahs dinner does that to you" RHona stated. "I'll take your advice" she stated before going down the stairs.

Camille arched her disappear before opening tur shower curtain. "Dont say a word" she warned looking at the grinning face of Billy.

"Keeping these lips sealed" he finished with a wink before clambering out. "Was close" he muttered giving her a surpirsing peck on the lips.

"We better go" Camille suggested. "I'll go first" she bargained giving gim a pat on the shoulder, before turning on her heel and walking back downstairs. Billy followed about ten minutes after, Mariah giving the pair a knowing look discreet to the rest of the party.

Soon enough ten pm rolled around, most of the adults were asleep on their chairs. Mariah and Danny were watching Die hard on the sofa, Mariah sniffling a yawn whilst Maxs eyes started to droop.

"Eugh, I'm beat" Mariah grumbled.

Danny landed a kiss on her shoulder. "Not surprised babe, you've been awake since six" he stated.

Billy cleared his throat, the pin wheel from the cracker that he had been messing with long forgotten. "I think we should head off" he declared nudging Max who opened her eyes with a start.

Camille gave him a soft smile when their eyes connected.

Mariah nodded following with a yawn, before her eyed widened. "Oh shoot" she stated sitting up and facing Camille witu a sheepish look. "We kinda gave your room to.my parents" she stated.

"Oh" Camille replied panic settling in her stomach.

"I'm sorry hon, we didn't think you would be here when you agreed to stay, so we agreed to give your room to my parents and Dannys are sleeping on the pull out" she admitted.."but I can book them a hotel" she rushed.

"No way! They shouldn't give up their plans just because mine were ruined, I can just sleep on the floor. I'd get try and get a hotel but I bet they are fully booked" Camille stated. "Plus, I kinda spent my money on the plane ticket" she admitted.

"I got a spare bed" Billy piped up. Camille noted his hesitancy, noting how Max had gave him a not so discreet elbow to his ribs.

"OH, no it'd okay I couldn't intrude" Camille dismissed, her cheeks blushing at thought of what happened last time she was in his bed.

"S'okay, you can't sleep on a floor" he stared witj a shrug. "You can have my room.and ill have the couch" he bargained.

Camille chewed her lip, thinking over her options. Risk a repeat of last time or risk a bad back from.sleepint on a floor, either option wasn't the best and she couldn't brig herself to toss Mariahs middle age parents out of their own daughters house.

"But what about your back?" She asked.

Billy grinned. "My backs pretty sturdy" he stated, a hidden meaning in his words making Camille flush.

"I mean, if your sure" Camille replied hesitantly looking st her nails.

"Positive" Billy quipped. "Max has my other room or else I'd offer you that" he stared.

"I feel so awful now hun" Mariah chimed in.

"Honestly don't, I jnserstand i mean I was supposed to be gone by Christmas Eve and I don't want your parents giving up their comfort" she stated. "I'll be fine" camille reassured her noting thr guilty look on mariajs face.

"Just call if you need anything, we can come get you in the morning" she stated.

"I gotta take Max back so don't mind dropping Camille off" Billy shrugged.

"I couldn't ask you to do that".Camille stated feeling like a burden, just like her mother always said she was. She shook thst memory away, she didn't want to think about it and end up crying.

"It's fine honestly" Billy stated, his eyes piercing hers with a reassuring look as if he noted her change in mood.

"Okay, just give me five and I'll get some stuff" she rushed noting Billy giving her a nod before sje went up thr stairs. She grabbed her holdall putting in some bed shorts and tank top witu some clothes for tomorrow, face wash make up and her toothbrush. She did not want to risk having morning breath. She zipped up the bag before padding down the stairs.

Mariaj was waiting at the end of the stairs, a guilty look on her face. "I feel like the worst friend ever" sje confessed reaching out to hug her.

"I'll be fine, its not like your sending me off to war" Camille snorted.

"You ready?" She heard Billy call noting him standing by the door.

Camille nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow" she smiled at Mariah who gave her a nod. She gave Danny a quick hug. "Tell your parents I said bye, I don't want to wake them" she stated to the pair.

Billy made his way to Danny, doing a weird handshake thar Camille couldn't understand before saying his thanks and goodbyes to both Danny and Mariah. They exited the house and into tjr famialr Camaro that was parked by the curb. This was going to be an interesting night.

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Camille felt her eyes droop slightly as the low rumble of the Camaro was brought to life the car travelling at a relatively slower speed than usual. Max had feel asleep, ber mouth hanging open and soft snores exiting from her as soon as she got in the car.

Bully turned down the radio, looking over at her tired form. The pair falling into a comfortable silence during the short trip back to hid apartment. CAmille felt like she had only just closed her eyes, before she felt the car jerk to a stop causing her to snap them open.

"Were here" Billy stated putting the car in park and craning his head to the back seat. "Wake up shitbird" he grunted reaching over to give Max a nudge.

Max awoke with a start. "Ugh, where am I?" She grumbled tiredly wiping her eyes.

"At my apartment, wipe the drool off your chin it's disgusting" BIlly reprimanded her.

Max graced him with a middle finger making Camille stifle her giggle. "Like you don't drool" she muttered.

Billy grinned. "Dont know, why dont you ask Camille?" He quirked with a smirk.

Camille gauped.."Billy!" She screeched.

Max wrinkled her nose. "Not you too, please don't say you slept with my idiotic brother" she groaned.

Camille gave her a sheepish look, biting her lip as she met Maxs eyes.

Max groaned. "I better not here any gross noises tonight" she stated giving Billy's seat a kick.

"You won't!" Camille rushed out, a pink dust settling on her cheeks.

"How can you be so sure?" Billy grinned, clearly loving riling her up.

Camille glowered. "Because I meant what I said" she stated as Billy rolled his eyes muttering a small.sure under his breath, before getting out of the drivers side and letting Max out.

Camille followed suit shutting the door with a soft click, Billy shut his and locked the car. The trio entering the dimly lit apartment.

"I'm going to bed, night both" Max stated stifling a yawn.

"Night" they replied in unison watching as the red head made her way to her room, situated on the left side of the apartment.

"Am I okay to use the bathroom?" Camille asked.

"Sure, I'll put your bag in my room" Billy replied plucking the bag from her fingers.

Camille nodded in thanks, being super to take her toothbrush and wipes out before heading to the bathroom. She stripped her make up off not wanting spots to form on her clear skin, before making work of brushing her teeth. She needed her comfy pyjamas on and then she was ready for bed, she thougjt before switching off rhe light in tje bathroom and opening the door.

She stopped in her tracks noting Billy's muscular bare back in her eyeline, he was setting up an arrangement of pillows and blankets on the living room couch. A pair of tight grey sweatpants hanging lowly on his hips, she could almost picture the V line dip thst led to his forbidden area. Her mouth watering as she pictured what was underneath.

"Oh, hi" Billy grinned turning to face her.

Camille willed herself to move. "Hi" she replied coming to stand intrornt on him. "Setting up camp?" She asked her eyes fixed to his face, trying not to let them wonder.

"Something like that" he stated placing a blanket down.

"I can sleep on the sofa" Camille offered.

Billy shook his head, a grin worming irs way onto his face.."Wouldn't want to put your back out" he finished with a wink.

Camille blushed, her eyes widening at his insinuation. "Well thanks for letting me stay, I think I'm going to head to bed it's been a long day" she stared.

Bully nodded. "Night" he muttered.

"Night" Camille replied, before shuffling past him and into the safety of his bedroom, shutting tje door and leaning against it. "No more dirty thoughts" she muttered chastising herself before slinking away from tje wood and peeling the comforter back. She got into the comfortable bed, her senses on overload as sje basked in the scent of Billy her eyes drooping as she turned out the light.

The clock in the quiet room ticked by. Camille jsd been tossing and turning for the last hour, but no matter what position sje lay in sje couldn't het comfy. She had gone out like a light at ten thirty, but then she had a heat filled dream which left her to wake up with a damp patch in her knickers. Now she felt sexually frustrated and wide awake.

She turned to look at the alarm clock on the chest of draws, groaning to herself as she saw the digits of one and two zeros looking back at her. One in the freaking morning, what a drag she thought before deciding to get a drink. Maybe thar could calm her nerves she thought before throwing the comforter back and getting out of bed.

She opened the door, holding back a shocked gasp when Billy stood on the other side.

"Shit" she hissed her hand flying to jer chest. "You scared me" she gasped.

"Sorry, couldn't sleep" Billy shrugged. "What aboit you?" He asked.

"Same" Camille replied. "Thought a hot drink may help, how come your awake?" She asked curiously.

"I'm horny" he replied playfully, a glint in his eye.

Camille nearly chocked in her own spit. "What?" She asked.

"Im horny" Billy repeated, putting his hands on her hip. "And I guess from the way you were looking at me earlier that you are too" he whispered his breath hitting the shell of her ear.

"I-" she started letting out a small gasp when his hands moved to the curve of her ass, pulling her against him. Her breasts pushed against his bare chest, a thin amount of cotton keeping them from meeting.

"Are you?" He goaded.

Canille nodded. "Yes" she stated.

Billy sigjed, clicking his tongue. "Shame, we can't do anything about it" he stated.

"Why?" Camille asked playing into his games.

Billy tusked. "Max might hear us, plus I'll fall asleep after and max will be up at Six if she catches me not on the sofa I won't here the end of it" he replied replied a shrug.

Camille looked up at him from under her lashes, reaching up.to play the the pendant resting on his broad chest. "How about I keep quiet?" She bargained.

Billy locked his lips. "You could, but that doesn't fix tomorrow's issue" he stated.

"Set an alarm, be up before she does" Camille suggested, a low moaneavung her lips when she felt his erection brush against her bare leg.

Billy reached down to squeeze her ass. "Thats a delicious sound, baby" he rumbmed surppressing his own groan. "You suggesting we be bad?" He asked.

Canille nodded. "Maybe" she replied biting her lip.

Billy reached his hands under her sleep shorts, squeezing her bare ass cheeks before landing a light slap on the, causing her to gasp. "I always liked being bad" he whispered before crashed his lips into hers. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around him before walking her through the open bedroom door and shutting it with his foot.

He set her down on thr chest of draws. "Cant do it on the bed it squeaks" he muttered peppering kisses into her exposed neck, before pausing yo take her tank top off. Pausing to stared at her clothes breasts. "Fuck me, we really gotta keep quiet" he stated staring at her tits before unhooking her bra, licking his lips when her breasts spilled out.

Camille held back a groan as his tongue found her nipples, suckling in the erect buds like a man starved. "Oh shi-"she started to groan but was muffled by his hand covering her mouth.

"Were gonna find it hard if you make noise, sweetheart" Billy stated. "You gonna be my good girl and keep quiet for me?" He asked.

Camille felt the wetness pool between her legs at the name. "Yes" she whispered when he moved his hand from her mouth.

Billy tapled her instructed her to loft her ass up, she obliged willingly as he took of jer shorte and wormed her knickers down her legs. Camille reached forward to dip her hands under his sweatpants, arousal at the fact he was naked underneath them as she grabbed onto his erect penis.

"Fuck, baby" Billy whispered lowly throwing his head back as she fisted his cock in jer warm hand, sliding it up and down his shaft. "Carry on and I'm gonna combust" BIlly grunted grabbing jer hand and moving ot away, he shimmed off his sweatpants his cock springing against his abs making Camilles mouth water at the sight of it. He reached to open jer legs, loxkonf his lips at her arousal. "My turn" he smirked before dipping his head towards her core.

"OH, fuck" Camille swore lowly as his tongue worked around her bud, her hands fitting in his blonde curls and hips bucking. "Shit, Billy" she groaned lowly feeling her coil about to snap.

Billy pulled away eating her to whine at rhe loss of her oegasm, he grabbed onto her hips with one hand whilst lining up his cock at her wet entrance. "Ready?" He asked.

"Fuck yes" CAmille panted biting jer head to keep her from moaning loudly, when he entered her.

Billy pressed his head into her shoulder, muffling the sound of his moans as he bottomed out. He began to move at a slow and agonising pace making Camille annoyed snd impatient.

"Faster please" she commanded.

"This is gonna hit off the fucking wall" he stated trying to increase his speed. "Gotta be careful angel" he stated.

Camille hit his shoulder. "Hold on, just remove yourself" she commanded.

Bully furrowed his brow. "What?" He asked.

"Remove yourself" she commanded hitting his shoulder again. Billy grunted before obliging as Camille got off rhe dressed, turning around so her elbows were leaning on it and her bare ass was facing him.

"Oh, you kinky girl" BIlly crooned slapping ner ass causing her to jolt forward, before softly entering her again. He gripped jer hips and bucked himself into her, causing her stiffle a moan into her arms. "You like that?" He grunted.

"Yes" CAmille whispered trying to surppress her moan.

"You gotta be quiet" BIlly stated reach to cover her mouth as he rutted his hips into her at a forceful speed.

"I'm close" Camille cried muffled by his Jane.

"Same" Billy grunted bucking his hips again.. "ahh fuck" he whispered as he spilt white hot cum.inside of her, at the same time Camille came.

Billy slowly removed himself leaving Camille to whine at the loss of him, he reached dout to give her breast a squeeze as she straightened herself up and turned to face him.

"I'll set that alsrm" he stated giving her a coy grin.

Camille grinned as she climbed back into bed, sleep hitting her quickly as she felt a pair of arms around her and some lips on her head. She was blissed and fucked out.

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