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actiniumwrites · 5 months

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MISTLETOE

synopsis: one year after your devastating breakup, you and neuvillette find yourselves under the mistletoe

characters: neuvillette x gn!reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings: angst to fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort, exes to lovers, mentions of breakups, the steambird being exploitative

notes: woooo first christmas fic for this year is done! this definitely could’ve been way longer, but i’ve got like four more to write and i’m pretty happy with how this turned out. this concept was also originally going to go to wriothesley but i think neuvillette suits it better :)

The first thing that makes it really set in that the holiday season has arrived in Fontaine is the pesky decorations.

Everywhere you go there seems to be some sort of string of lights, faux presents, and little snowmen. Don’t get it twisted, it isn’t like you’re some Scrooge when it comes to the holidays, but it hasn’t quite been the same ever since, well, ever since it happened.

Your shoes click and clack against the brick flooring of Fontaine’s main city floors. The same ones that are beginning to ice over from the cruel frost of winter air. And it doesn’t exclude you either, not with the way it snips at your nose and makes it hard to breathe even when you’ve barely stepped foot outside.

“Good morning!” Charlotte calls to you as you walk past her, a hand eagerly waving you down with that mischievous glint in her eyes. Part of you wants to duck behind a bush and pretend you don’t see her, but you’re better than that.

You send her an apologetic smile and pull your coat a little closer. You slow your pace a bit but don’t stop moving as you respond, “Sorry, Charlotte. I know I said I’d interview soon, but I really can’t today.”

“C’mon, the whole world wants to know the tragic holiday tale of you and Monsieur Neuvillette! Let it be a present to the subscribers of the Steam Bird!” She pushes your buttons carefully, camera ready to strike incase you change your mind or make any comment on the matter.

If you hadn’t had any reason to turn that interview down beforehand, you certainly do now.

Even though you hate the way she looks so disappointed when you walk away, it serves all of Fontaine right for meddling with people’s private business. Seriously? Did everything have to be entertainment to these people?

You scoff as you walk away, mumbling something about forgetting that interview if that’s what she wanted all along. Naturally, she doesn’t hear it, nor does she get to see your sour reaction as you desperately walk away from her and that stupid camera.

When you finally make it to the Palais Mermonia, you check in quickly and one of the Melusines, Liath, hands you a few letters that had been dropped off for you prior to your arrival. One carelessly slips from your cold hand before you can even register it happening. When you pick it up, your body had shifted ever so slightly and for a second, just a split second, you shoot a longing glance at the doors to your right. The doors that led to his office. To him.

“Is something the matter? Do those letters not belong to you?” Liath interrupts with a puzzled expression as she tilts her head.

You snap out of your thoughts and quickly scramble to compose yourself. You hold the stack of letters close to your chest as you take a step back and awkwardly laugh, “Oh uh no! I just um, got a little distracted, sorry.”

“You got distracted looking at the Iudex’s…doors?”

You hesitate, mouth agape and unsure of how to respond, “I uh, yeah I guess I was.”

“Interesting,” she says suspiciously, squinting her lilac eyes at you, “he asked about you this morning, actually.”

“He did?” you say all too fast, perking up at the mention of his name. It’s pathetic, really. You internally thank the Archons for Melusines not being all too good at understanding human behavior.

“Yes,” she answers simply, crossing her small arms one over the other.

“And um,” you push further, not realizing the way you eagerly take a step forward, “what did he say?”

“Nothing. He merely inquired when you would be coming in today.”

You can’t help the disappointment in your voice as a quiet, “Oh,” slips out. Part of you wants to ask if there was anything else, maybe some sort of expression or tone of voice she caught, but you hold yourself back.

Get it together. It’s almost been a year.

One tragic year since the two of you split. One long, tragic year since you wished you could’ve worked something out, even if it meant you could’ve had a little more time together. It was mutual, but truthfully, you never wanted him gone. You only wish you could’ve realized it at the time.

“Thank you,” you nod and walk away while trying to hide the dismay you felt. She doesn’t say anything else.

As you walk to the other end of the hall, you notice someone had placed some illuminated garland around the frame of your door and a miniature Christmas tree in the corner a few feet away. It isn’t as extravagant as the decorations they had placed around Neuvillette’s door, but you appreciate it nonetheless.

The inside is a lot less spirited and looks like your normal dreary office. You pay no mind to it as you get to work right away, trying desperately to keep the interaction between Neuvillette and Liath out of your head. You even keep the door to your office open a little bit, letting the hushed voices in the main corridor fade into white noise while you scribbled away at some documents for the court.

And it works. You don’t even notice eight hours pass until it becomes too dark to see what you’re writing. Nor do you notice that there isn’t anyone outside anymore and that the only noise filling the space is the quiet holiday tune your phonograph plays from across the room.

You sigh and set down the pen from your cramped hand. It was December 23rd. Two days before Christmas and here you were, alone and with nothing to do for the holidays but working away in a cold office.

It makes you frown the longer you think about it. So you stand quickly, shutting off the lamps in the room and placing everything away in their files for the night. Quietly, you exit the room and lock the doors behind you as you begin to head out for the night thinking that perhaps you could go and at least treat yourself to a meal or some shopping.

You don’t expect to bump into someone the moment you turn around.

“I’m so sorry!”

“My apologies.”

You both rush at the same time.

You freeze when his deep voice hits your ears and you instantly take a step backward.“Neuvillette..?” you whisper, glancing up into the familiar blue eyes that belong to the man you once called yours. The question is more to yourself than to him. Almost as if you can’t believe he’s actually standing in front of you.

He clears his throat tensely and mirrors you in taking a step back, “Sorry, I was unaware anyone else was still here.”

“No, it’s my fault. I should’ve watched where I was going,” you say, eyes not straying from his, “and it isn’t too surprising, I mean, it isn’t like I have anything to be doing for the holidays since…nevermind.”

Neuvillette catches what you were about to say but saves you the headache of having to do any sort of explaining. Instead, he motions in front of him and pulls the keys out from his pocket, “Shall we go? It’s getting rather late. I can lock the doors behind us.”

Us. It’s weird hearing that again.

You wordlessly nod and follow his lead. Like the gentleman he always was, Neuvillette opens the door and lets you out first. You stand a few feet away by the small set of stairs as he locks it quickly. Gently, you reach your hand out from under the overhang and feel small bits of frost falling onto your hands.

“It’s snowing,” you say wistfully, admiring the delicate snowflakes falling upon your palms. Neuvillette turns to look at the sky as he walks up to stand next to you. Peeling off one of his navy blue gloves, he lets the snow reach him too.

“A rare sight for Fontaine,” he hummed with a small but warm smile on his face. Fontaine didn’t usually get cold enough to the point of snowing. It had been a long time since you had seen it either.

He turns to look at you the same time you turn to look at him. A gentle laugh falls from your lips but it stops the moment he points to something above you, “I believe this is mistletoe. I’m sure the Melusines placed this here. One of them mentioned learning about it in a book to me the other day.”

You’re surprised how conversational he is with you.

“We don’t have to,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. There’s hurt in it, and you have a hard time disguising it. It’s evident by the way his eyes soften as he looks at you.

Neuvillette exhales as he looks to the floor and then back to you, “You know I don’t like to break traditions.”

You take a step closer. He does the same.

“Are you sure? It’s been a year since…you know? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable—“

Neuvillette cuts you off by gently placing his lips on yours, interlocking eagerly. They’re warm and soft like a fireplace as they melt away the frost from your body. You reciprocate easily once you get over the initial shock, wrapping your hand around his neck to bring him in closer.

When you pull away, you feel a burning sensation in your throat and a tingling feeling in your eyes. You don’t know why, but the kiss makes you want to cry.

Neuvillette doesn’t distance himself either. Instead he places a gentle hand on your back as soon as you nod, pulling you into his affectionate embrace. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, just like you used to do, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

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livealittleoc-cb · 3 months

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Small Hearts Month Update!

♥️: IT’S MY MONTH! I’M SO READY FOR WELL EVERYTHING! *squeals* I can’t wait to see people fall in love *dreamy sigh* I just love well love! 🥰 I’ve decorated but I need need need new decorations! I saw really cute mugs and I think they’ll look so cute in my collection, there’s little Snoopy mugs and heart shaped bowls and plates! Also kitchen towels with hearts on them! EEE I NEED ALL OF IT! ^^ Are you excited for Valentine’s Day?

💘: Snow, Valentine’s Day AND Mardi Gras being the day before Valentine’s?! This is literally the best month EVER! *squeals* i decorated with roses, it’s slowly coming together 🥰 I can’t believe I almost forgot about Mardi Gras, I’ve been so busy preparing for hearts day. Mama gave me a call though and I’m going over to cel with her! This will be the step dad’s first official Mardi Gras so we’re going all out! …I just hope I don’t get too tired for actual work-. I’ll deal with it when it comes!~ 🥰 Anyways! I need to get my nails done for both holidays and it’s where I’m heading off to! Apollo gave me an early Val’s gift too, a flask and it’s so pretty.~ Please don’t tell Eros I have it…he’ll kill me and Apollo-. *smiles big* Do you have a Valentine? If you don’t I don’t mind pulling some strings and shooting some arrows!~

❣️: I hate this month-. I want to stay warm in my bed but I can’t because I have a Valentine’s themed Dior perfume shoot. *gorans* I just don’t want to get up, I have double the work this year but I guess I can’t be all that mad. I have the chance to make other people happy on a day they find special. *shrugs* I should get up soon, I have to head to the studio soon. If anyone needs any date ideas or places to go for V Day ask away and I’ll try my best to help.

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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who’s pretty?

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2,527

warnings: swearing, kissing, smoking (DON’T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT), slight seasonal depression, innuendos/suggestive tone towards the end, allusions to nudity, fluff

a/n: hi!! i’ve been super excited to work on some christmas related fics, so here we are. i think it turned out super sweet and i think i might even like it! i really hope you guys like it too!! thanks for putting up with my shit. <333

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Eddie spit out the plastic wrapper stuck between his teeth, setting the christmas tree cake in his mouth while he readjusted, tossing the film beside him on the porch and holding on to his cigarette more firmly.

Situated, the boy took an aggressive bite of the cake, red and green sprinkles crunching as he chewed. He swallowed, and took a slow drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs. He looked down, assessing the white icing covering his fingertips.

Eddie scarfed down the rest of his cake, licking the residue from his skin. Little Debbie wasn’t doing anything to soothe the ache in his chest. Neither was his cigarette.

Eddie watched the neighbors across the dirt road—it could hardly be called a street—wrap lights around their porch beams. Once up, they plugged them in, warm white lights illuminating the dingy gray of their trailer.

He tapped the ash off into the tray next to his thigh and scoffed a little. He always preferred the multi-colored lights to those.

He perked up, though, as the cat belonging to those very same neighbors leapt from the cat door and out into the sand, presumably in search of a mole or a cricket to snack on.

Eddie scratched his nails against the porch, watching for the cat’s head to snap up and notice that attention was waiting for him across the way.

He bounded over to Eddie, a black streak in the cool and foggy blue of the afternoon, starting to rub over his shoes and calves. “Hey, buddy.”

Eddie scratched behind the cats ears, rubbed his belly when he flipped over. But his visit was cut short as something moved in the overgrown grass and the cat shot away, back to business.

Eddie sighed, pushing off of the worn in wood, moving back inside.

The holiday season used to be Eddie Munson’s favorite time of the year. His uncle Wayne usually got two weeks off of work, and he’d spend them with his nephew, watching cheesy Christmas movies and eating themselves out of house and home.

He never got much in terms of gifts, nothing big or grand. But every band t-shirt Wayne brought home from the thrift store made Eddie’s heart grow two sizes. Every couple guitar picks or album that had a poster in the sleeve that Wayne would watch Eddie giddily tack up in his room.

As for Wayne, Eddie found that mugs were a very good gift, and could mean a lot. They did mean a lot.

Wayne didn’t love anything more than a nine-year-old, doe eyed Eddie running up to him with the present he’d hid in his room all December. He felt the same way when Eddie was twenty.

But it hadn’t been the same in recent years. It hurt, but Eddie knew that’s how it worked. Things changed, and the things you loved as a kid don’t feel the same as you get older. They aren’t the same.

Wayne didn’t get two weeks off for the holidays anymore. The plant wasn’t as abundantly employed as it used to be. He was lucky if he got Christmas Eve off and not just the day of. When Wayne was home, he was tired, and it wasn’t the occasion that it once was, full of hyper Eddie shenanigans.

But Eddie missed it. He missed going on walks to the rich neighborhoods to look at their elaborately set up light displays. He missed laying in bed at night, even long after he knew that Santa was actually Wayne and everything else was capitalist bullshit, trying to go to sleep so that his presents would be delivered.

Fuck, he missed being a kid.

He was lost in this mental turmoil spiral when the door slammed and Wayne returned from picking up dinner. Eddie hopped up, ready to help get plates out and make sure the restaurant hadn't forgotten anything.

"Hey, kiddo?" Wayne asked once they'd settled down to eat. Eddie looked up at his uncle from his place on the floor. With his legs crossed and hands bare of any jewelry, Wayne thought his nephew looked lightyears younger. Like his little boy. Eddie hummed in response.

"Merill's has a good bit of trees left. You wanna go pick one out in the next couple days?" Eddie's eyes lit up and he moved to sit on his knees, stuffing pizza crust in his mouth.

He finished swallowing, "Yeah, of course. You sure you won't be too tired or anything?"

Wayne watched as Eddie scanned for his next breadstick. He'd had that nervous habit since he was little: occupying himself while waiting for a response in fear that something would go wrong.

"No, bud. I'll be just fine."

And so they drove up to the farm and brought home one of the smallest and scraggliest trees--just like they always did. Wayne said those had the most character.

Later when it was getting dark outside and both parties were resting from getting the thing inside and in its stand, Eddie realized it was past time for Wayne to be at work, and he wondered if he'd possibly zoned out enough to entirely miss his uncle's goodbye.

He slipped down the hall, only to see Wayne sorting through various holiday lights. "Uh, Wayne?"

"Yeah, bud?"

"Aren't you late for work?"

"No, bud. I've got time off. Suppose I should've mentioned that, huh?" Wayne hadn't forgotten to tell Eddie. How could one forget that they had time off from work? He'd simply wanted it to be a surprise.

Eddie might've been very good at concealing his feelings in general, but Wayne knew he was bummed that Christmas had changed for the both of them. Wayne looked up at Eddie, who was practically beaming.

"Really? How long?"

"Two and a half weeks."

"Shit." Eddie was grinning hard, cheeks pinked and knees bopping slightly. He was excited.

"Guess that means your happy?" Wayne handed the boy one end of the lights to plug in and check they still worked.

"Well, yeah, duh."

"What would you think about asking Y/N over? She could spend the night on Christmas Eve and then the day if she's up for it. Thought maybe you'd like that. I could cook or somethin'."

"I think she'd love that. And you don't have to cook. She'd gladly eat take out, I know."

That night, Wayne stepped out of the bathroom to see Eddie lying on the floor in front of the tree reading, but also staring up at the colored lights in awe. Wayne felt his eyes get glassy and blinking the oncoming tears away. His boy.

He walked over, crouching to plant a prickly kiss in Eddie's curls, only to ruffle them afterwards. "Night, Eds."

Eds. His uncle was the only person that had ever called him that before you. He didn't say it often, but it was one of his favorite things to hear. "Night, Wayne."

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"Hey, precious." Eddie swung the door open for you, simultaneously shoving a cookie in his mouth.

"Afternoon, Edward." Eddie wrinkled his nose at the use of his birthname, which you kissed in greeting.

"Want a cookie? They've got sprinkles."

"In a second. I've brought a gift for your pretty tree." You set your bag on the coffee table.

"Who's pretty?" Wayne asked, emerging from the back of the trailer.

"You Waynie," Eddie quipped, earning himself a playful smack on the back of the head.

"The tree is pretty, Wayne," you supplied. "I brought it presents. Sorta."

Eddie watched as you dug around, pulling free two ornaments, though he couldn't quite make out what they were.

"Here, Wayne, this one's yours." He held out his hand, and you set the object in his palm. His was a little Garfield ornament. The cat was wearing blue pajamas and was holding a little teeny coffee mug.

Wayne laughed appreciatively. "That's a good one, sweetie. Thank you. Will you find it a good spot on the tree for me?"

"Sure!" He squeezed your shoulder and watched as you put it front and center, towards the middle of the tree, that way Garfield could keep watch.

Wayne walked off into the kitchen, giving you space to give Eddie his prize.

Eddie waited patiently, though that was often a struggle for him. "Okay, I might've gotten you two. But I couldn't not get one of them." Eddie held out both hands, grinning expectantly. It was simple, really, the more you looked at it. A black sphere with purple lettering. One side said Master of Reality, the other Black Sabbath.

"Holy shit," Eddie said, turning the ball over in his hands. "Where'd you find this?"

"The record store in town had a whole bunch of old ornaments on sale, like they'd been cleaning out the back, and I thought you'd like it. Do you?"

Eddie smacked a dramatic kiss on your forehead. "Are you fuckin' kidding me? Of course I like it." He couldn't take his eyes off of it, mainly because it was so sweet of you to have gotten for him, but also because he thought it was funny that the store still had one considering how long the album had been out.

Eddie was lost in thought when you approached him with the next one. "When I went to get a book last week they had this little tree covered in book-related ornaments, and I saw this and I gasped so hard the lady behind me asked me if I was alright."

Eddie laughed, throwing his head back, and you took the opportunity to hang the ornament off of the tip of your finger to show him. He looked down, only to see a small painted ornament that looked like a book. It was The Hobbit.

"Baby." You were the one grinning like an idiot now. That one earned you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Isn’t it cool?” You asked, pointing out that the text was raised and everything, that the spine even had ridges.

“It’s so cool.” He spun around to walk the few feet into the kitchen. “Wayne, would you look at this?”

Eddie’s uncle did as requested, smiling at your gesture. “That is very cool, Eds. Looks better than the copy you’ve got.”

“It totally does!” The boy wasn’t even slightly offended.

Eddie marched over to the tree, nestling the ornament amongst the others, along with his Black Sabbath one.

He turned to you, taking your face in his hands.“Thank you, sweetheart. I’m gonna be so annoying about those now.”

“I know. I prepared myself on the way here.” The smile he gave you was brilliant, and there was no other way to describe it.

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The three of you spent a good portion of Christmas Eve making cookies: gingerbread, snickerdoodles, shitty sugar ones with sad icing jobs. Though, you did make sure to get most of it done early so there was time to chill.

You watched loads of movies. How the Grinch Stole Christmas had been on that morning, and Eddie extravagantly performed “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch” for you, poking at your sides to get you to smile.

Eddie rented Die Hard for you, just because he knew you had the hots for Alan Rickman. He slipped it in the VHS slot, only for Wayne to say, “This the one with her pretty boy in it?”

Eddie practically cackled as you sunk into the couch more than he thought possible.

“He’s not a boy,” you argued. “He’s a total man, thank you very much.”

You watched Gremlins, and Eddie laid his head in your lap. You missed the way Wayne looked over at the two of you, in awe of how lucky he was that his boy had found someone so good. He thought about how happy he was to have this little family.

Wayne picked up food from Benny’s, not wanting to have to cook two nights in a row.

At the end of the night, Eddie finished off his first pile of rentals with Silent Night, Deadly Night. You didn’t mind, not with how excited he was about it. You loved a good slasher anyhow.

It was well past midnight when the film was over, and you cleaned up the popcorn mess while Eddie rinsed cans out for the recycling before the both of you slipped away to allow Wayne some rest before the big day.

Eddie had been in the bathroom while you went into his room to get changed. You slipped out of your pajama bottoms, opting for no pants at all considering Eddie was like a human furnace.

You heard the door click shut behind you as you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving your back bare to him. Eddie wolf-whistled.

You through the shirt at him, aiming for his face, only for him to catch it instead. “Usually it’s dinner and a show, not bedtime and a show, but I’ll take it, hot stuff.”

“Shut the fuck up, Munson.” Eddie giggled to himself as he stopped you from putting on your own shirt, reaching for one of his own. He pulled out his worn in Master of Reality t-shirt.

“Seems appropriate, don’t you think?” He slipped the fabric over your head. “Stick your arm through—there you go.” Once settled, he kissed you sweetly before giving you a light slap on the ass as you climbed into bed.

“C’mon now pretty boy, let’s see my bedtime show.”

Eddie shimmed out of his sweats for you, stepping out of them with a flourish. You giggled at his underwear, which had little Santa hats on them.

“Don’t laugh, they’re comfortable!” He took off his shirt and you made grabby hands at him.

You sat up on your knees to kiss his spider tattoo and then the demon, making sure to hit them all. You made him spin to get the newer one on the small of his back: very sexy bat wings.

Eddie crawled into bed with you, switching his lamp off. “Now, look, I know I’m insatiable, and you’d probably love to stay up all night kissing me, and sweet-talking me, but we gotta get to sleep if we want Santa to come.”

He tickled his fingers up your arm when you stared to laugh, burying your face in his chest.

“Eddie, my love, you haven’t got a chimney.”

He scoffed, fighting a laugh. “You doubt Santa’s abilities to get me my presents though I lack the typical vessel? He has his ways, baby. Damn.”

Eddie reached for your thigh, grabbing hold and swinging it over both of his before kneading at the squish of it. He patted it fondly before he kissed your forehead.

“Merry Christmas, you little shit,” you said. “I love you.”

Eddie snickered. “Goodnight, pain in my ass. I love you more.”

The holiday season had officially climbed right back up to being one of Eddie Munson’s favorite things. He thought, laying there beside you that night, that you and Wayne were the best people in the world.

It felt like all the shitty Christmases had been leading up to this fucking excellent one, and he was over the moon.

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slvttyplum · 6 months

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THANKSGIVING|PART 1: SATORU GOJO

SYNOPSIS: it’s that time of the year again… the holidays, because of satoru’s incompetence, it’s back to your family’s house, but what happens when you guys get there?

CONTENTS: fluff, comfort, fem!reader, pet names—pretty much it for part one.

you put one leg in the pants, turning in the mirror to see how they look.

“so what do you think?” you ask, putting your other leg into the pants and turning around and looking at your ass. you hum, looking at the pants and doing every pose imaginable to see if you like them.

“what do i thinkkk” satoru says, dragging out every syllable.

he looks back at you, then back at the mirror, flossing his teeth.

“they’re alright.”

you sigh, rolling your eyes and taking off the pants. “i’m not talking about the pants; im talking about what you want to do.” satoru throws away his floss, walking out of the bathroom that connects the bedroom to the closet.

“about what exactly?” he says, looking through his shirts that hang flatly on his hangers. you throw the pants on the bed and enter the closet with satoru bending down and pulling out a box with clothes stacked in them.

“about thanksgiving. you wanna go to my family's, or do you have somewhere we can go?”

you already know the answer.

satoru immediately stops what he’s doing, “noooooo.”

you take out a red sweater dress, hold it up to yourself, and then put it down on the floor.

“then do you have somewhere to go?”

satoru takes out a light blue button up walking out of the closet. he hums in response to what you’re saying, but not an actual response. he’s been holding off going to your parents house for months, promising that he was going to find somewhere y’all could go.

you bend down looking for shoes and pull out a pair of black, thick-heeled boots covered with black knitted leg warmers.

the red sweater wasn’t it, so you continued looking for something to wear.

“i already told my parents we were coming.” you say, standing up, looking through the hanger of clothes on the opposite side of the closet from satoru’s. satoru immediately turns his head and walks towards you, flailing his arms. “what?!”

he storms into the closet, pouting with his hands by his sides, and his mouth frowns up like a little kid. you turn to face him, then back to the clothes. you move each hanger one by one, looking for something you truly like.

“satoru let’s be real... It’s been months; i’ve literally given you months. nanami is out of town; shoko is going with Utahaine; who else is there?”

satoru holds his head up, thinking, letting out a drawn-out “uhhhh.”

he crosses his arms against his chest. “megumi?” you roll your eyes, pulling out a mid-length black dress with two finger-width straps.

“oh my god, I forgot about this dress.” satoru rolls his eyes, storming out of the closet.

“come onnnn, why can’t we just do something by ourselves?”

he takes off his t-shirt and lifts up the blue shirt, holding it up to himself.

you walk into the shared bedroom, placing the dress on the bed and sliding off your shirt.

“cause i told you to have our plans ready. plus i want to see my family.”

satoru places one hand in the shirt, scrunching his face in annoyance. “what? then what would you have done if i did find somewhere we could go?" you look up at him, furrowing your eyebrow. “now you know damn well, that’s not what i mean; you’re the king of procrastination.”

you pick up the dress and slip it on with ease. wow, it still fits you thought to yourself.

satoru starts buttoning up his shirt and pouting again; he hates going to your parents house. they didn’t like him, and he knew it. they threw slight jabs at him, looked at him weirdly, and whispered to each other about him. overall, it wasn’t a comfortable experience for him.

this year was super busy: missions here, missions there, megumi needing extra training, itadori and nobara coming, the higher-ups on his neck. if it had anything pertaining to you, he was down to do it, but man, did your parents give him the heebie jeebies.

he sighed loudly and put on a fake smile. "fine,fine fine, fine.”

you walk back into the closet, giving a silent thumbs up. you take a dark brown leather jacket off the hanger and pick up the shoes from earlier.

you walk back out, eyeing him down. he had on black pants and that washed-out blue shirt that he wore EVERYWHERE.

“do you not want to wear anything else? what about that shirt i bought you?"

satoru tucks his shirt in his pants, looking down. “eh? what’s wrong with it?”

you walk towards the full-body mirror, putting on the leather jacket. “you just wear that all the time when you’re not working.” he squints his eyes and looks back down at his shirt. “is this supposed to be a nice way to say wear something else?”

you shrug your shoulders, turning your body, still looking at yourself in the mirror. “take it how you want; you have a nice body; wear what you want.”

well she ain’t lying…

satoru walked into the closet, looking through all his pieces. he liked to keep his outfits basic and lowkey, but now that it was an event, sorta speak, he had a reason to dress up. he pulled out a black turtleneck and a black-washed blazer. walking out of the closet, you stood still, twisting and turning in the mirror.

“are you done? i need that," he says, unbuttoning his shirt.

you turn around laughing and say, “oh the mirror, yeah, go ahead.”

he slips the shirt over his head as you walk towards him. you pull it down for him and rub it down so it won’t be wrinkled.

“thank you, baby.” satoru says, walking to the mirror, his pants were already somewhat matched, so he was going to keep them like that. the shirt hugged his body like a warm blanket on a cold, snowy day.

his big torso popping out and the bottom half of his shirt hugging his waist.

“what do you think?”

you’re bent down, putting on your shoes, and you look over at him. you can see him through the mirror, and you smile at each other.

“belt?”

satoru looks at his pants in the mirror, nodding. he walks into the closet, grabbing a belt as you continue to put on your shoes. he walks back out, looping his belt in, and looks at himself in the mirror. you get up and look at him again.

“mmm i don’t know; the double “g” just looks tacky.”

satoru sighs loudly, flailing his hands and slapping them down on his thighs.

you wave your hands, dismissing him, not feeling like going back and forth. “do what you want; let’s go.”

you were walking out the door before satoru grabbed your arm. "wait, wait, wait i need to put something over my eyes and do my hair.” you jerked back, grabbing the door for support. you looked at him up and down and at yourself.

“how about i drive and you get yourself together? cause i’m hungry.”

satoru nodded, going back into the closet with his glasses and blindfold case. as he finds what to wear over his eyes, you walk downstairs to grab the keys.

your hair and makeup were already done how you liked them. you grabbed the keys off the counter and headed to the car, and right when you stepped out the door, satoru was there behind you.

that was fast.

you feel his hand creep around your waist, his face crooked in your neck, and his cologne was creeping in your nose. your favorite.

“i love you so much.” he says, securing his arm around you tightly, you felt so safe in his embrace, like a warm winter day. you take your hand, squeezing his arm and nodding, “i love you.” he kisses your neck repeatedly.

“let’s go," he says as he moves his other hand towards yours with the keys in them.

you both walk to the car and get in; he’s wearing his rectangular glasses, your favorite.

“im glad you didn’t wear a blindfold; you look good with glasses.” you say, putting on your seatbelt. he adjusts in his seat, putting his hand on your thigh. “thank you, baby; you always look good.”

you smile, laying your hand on top of his as he pulls out of the driveway. the weather was sunny but breezy; overall, it was just pretty weather, just like when you and satoru met.

the drive was long because your family lived in the country; they categorized it as the safer side, and they weren’t wrong

you moved years ago for work, then moved in with satoru a little after that, and you didn’t regret it at all. as much as you loved living in the country and agreed with your parents that it was safer there, you just went by “whatever happens happens.”

satoru turned his head towards you, then back at the road. “what?”

you look at him, realizing you said that out loud, waving your hand and dismissing him “nothing nothing.” he pulls into the big driveway with four other cars sitting there. you smile brightly as you see the lights on in the window.

he turns to you and looks back at the window, mentally sighing… he hopes all goes well.

#jjk satoru #jjk x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo saturo #jjk #jjk gojo #jjk x you #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #jujutsu gojo

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RUMOR HAS IT (pt. 3)

(Drew Starkey one-shot)

This is not a full on story but if you want more l'll be happy to add on upon request

Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways

Setting: isobel attends drew’s party before they leave for winter break

Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC, 18+

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

The stress from Isobel’s finals had finally passed and there was only two days before she would be heading home for the holidays. Two days before she would be cooped up in a car with the boy that had her as confused as ever.

But as of now all of her friends wanted to go to the end of year party that Drew’s fraternity was throwing before everyone scattered across the country. He would most certainly be there in all of his glory, in his element of sorority girls and ‘frat bros.’

And Isobel was not sure where she should stood in that mix now that they crossed boundaries, not once but twice.

She’d told Drew she would be busy the last two days of exams when she left his car that night before practically waddling back to her table in the library, so the two hadn’t seen each other since. The little study break wasn’t too detrimental to her finals, as she aced each one, but not without her mind drifting off to what Drew had done to her in between preparing for them.

Their lack of self control had left Isobel uncertain about the friendship aspect of their relationship, but one thing was for sure—she did not want to go to this party.

When her friends weren’t constantly begging her to start getting ready, Drew was sweet talking her into coming through text.

I really want to see you, Iz.

He would see her in just a day to road-trip home for the holidays, she thought but did not respond and let him continue to beg.

I’ve never sounded more pathetic but you do that to me, Izzy.

Come, pretty please?

And that was all it took. Drew showing that his want for Isobel was different than it was with other girls. She knew it was the bare minimum, that she could be the object of his immediate interest for the moment before his attention went else where, but she couldn’t seem to say no to him.

Thinking back she doesn’t think that’s ever been an easy thing for her, there was always an inclination deep down to satisfy him in the smallest of ways. She wanted to do it. Go to his parties. Walk with him to class. Help him study for his finals. Let his rough hands graze her waiting body.

So as she read over those messages he sent less than a minute apart like he didn’t care if she responded and just needed to get the thoughts off of his chest she couldn’t help but agree to drop in for just a little.

Isobel was just about finished with her makeup when the frantic knocking of her friends began to sound throughout her apartment. She huffed at having to stop to let them in, she just wanted to get ready for this godforsaken party without getting badgered.

As soon as she swung the door open they ran their eyes over her done up appearance and the rambling began.

“You’re coming-“

“You’re dressed-“

“Isobel, start doing your makeup now-“

“-oh, you’re already ready.” Charlotte assessed as they finished talking over each other.

Grace and Dev just smiled excitedly as they all walked back to her room. Swiftly passing the couch that Drew had managed to peel back a layer of her innocence on a little more than a week ago.

Isobel had on black cargo pants with a simple tiny black top, it was basic but it was good enough, she’d never been one to dress for others no matter how down bad she was for Drew at the moment. Her hair was down, framing her face while her ends were slightly curled, adorning her shoulders and cleavage.

“What made you change your mind?” Dev squinted at her through the vanity mirror where Isobel met her eyes while applying mascara, “You practically cussed me out for asking a few hours ago.”

That was very true, but only because their incessant begging had begun to piss her off.

But not his she silently realized.

Isobel decided this was not the night she was going to spill the beans about Drew to her friends. She would not be able to bare all the questions that would come barreling out of their mouths, especially when she didn’t have any answers that would satisfy the trio.

Or that would even satisfy her own constant anxiety enducing thoughts.

“I just figured it would be nice to all be together before we leave for two weeks.” Isobel smiled. Not a lie but also far from the truth.

“How are you such an angel all the time?” Grace appreciated her friend in awe, flattery written all over her sweet face. She would be the most offended when she figured out what Isobel was keeping from them.

Her friends couldn’t help but jump around in excitement at her sudden interest in the party, making her feel a tad bad about her little white lie—and like clockwork things were beginning to get complicated.

They left for campus as soon as Isobel finished the last touches of her makeup, the four falling out of the Uber from the shots they were taking in the backseat. Though Isobel only had one, nerves too embedded in her belly to put anything on her stomach without feeling like it would come back up.

“Drew-“ Grace paused before she could finish at the audible gasp of surprise that had accidentally slipped from Isobel’s mouth, “-will be at the door for us like last time right?” She finished the words tumbling out as she watched her carefully.

Her friends were always talking about Drew, they all collectively found him attractive and therefore were constantly encouraging Isobel to jump into his bedsheets to which she obviously refused for years.

But hearing them as simple as utter his name had chills going down her spine, like the word would make her reveal all the things they’d done behind closed doors.

“Yes, I texted him in the car, sorry the alcohol has me all jumpy.” She answered, desperately wanting the attention off of her.

She hated that when she was alone in her thoughts, thinking of how she would have to keep this from her friends and family, that what they did had felt wrong in a sense.

Isobel hated the uncertainty, it only allowed malignant thoughts to eat away at the possibility of just enjoying a good thing in the moment.

“You had one shot, Isobel, you never cease to amaze me.” Charlotte said with amusement laced in her voice.

The girl couldn’t help but blush as they walked up to the doors of the party. The alcohol had been a good excuse, but that was also because Isobel was known to be the lightweight in her friend group which was why she would be babysitting exactly one drink tonight. Getting inebriated while in same building as Drew would be a dangerous move to make, she could barely keep her hands to herself while sober.

She thought it over in her head, one drink in addition to the shot from the Uber would have her at an acceptable buzz. Then the door swung open revealing Drew with that tilted smile on his face as his eyes ran over them, unnoticeably lingering on Isobel for a second longer.

And then and there she decided to up the ante to two drinks as any alcohol that was present in her veins vanished at the sight of him, at those hands that had been on and in unspeakable places of her body in his truck that was parked in front of the house. Another reminder of what had transpired between the two, the solidification of things never being the same.

“Hi, Drew” her friends said in unison as they walked in while Isobel stayed mute following behind them.

“My girls.” They all gave him a group hug like they always did when they came to his parties.

They were giggling like school girls.

Isobel, in the past, had given them the green light to pursue him if they wanted but all three always refused, claiming Drew and Isobel were too interconnected for them to make a move on him. Now Isobel couldn’t even bare the thought of him ever being interested in her friends, not after the way he’d touched her, spoken to her, and invaded her thoughts.

He wrapped his toned arms around their bodies giving them his full attention aside from his eyes.

Those were solely on Isobel as he visibly drunk her in with those stormy blue irises.

Anyone watching him would think Drew’s eyes had only swept over her figure but as she stood there his piercing gaze made her feel as she’d been stripped bare.

“I see you guys were able to drag your friend here after all.” He smirked as they separated never once looking away from Isobel.

As if she couldn’t contain her excitement at her mere presence Dev ran back over to Isobel and squeezed her into a hug. Drew noticed even her friends were looking over at her in adornment, stealing all of their attention with just her aura, she hadn’t uttered a word since she stepped inside the house. “You guys throw the best parties, we couldn’t let her miss this one right, Isobel?”

Drew didn’t have to look over to her as Dev stopped talking, he was already watching her. He’d seen her in makeup hundreds maybe thousands of times before but not once since Drew had began to really notice her. And if Isobel was a force the day he checked her out on her couch bare faced, he didn’t know the word that would fully encompass how gorgeous she looked standing there in front of him now.

“Of course.” Isobel gently smiled, body visibly relaxing like she’d just internally accepted that this party was just not worth missing.

Drew could only hope he was part of that sudden revelation.

“You ladies go get some booze, everything’s set up in the kitchen.” Isobel watched as his words were seemingly directed at her friends, the courtesy obviously stopping there, “Let me talk to Isobel about our traveling plans.”

Charlotte, Dev, and Grace did not have to be told twice as they bid the two a goodbye and mingled their way through a sea of people towards the kitchen. She probably wouldn’t see those social butterflies for a while leaving her with Drew who now had no shame on his handsome face as he once again took her in.

“Hey, Iz.” He said while admiring the way her body made the most basic choice of clothing look like they’d been plucked right off some street style runway.

The pants she wore sat perfectly on her hips, leaving out the most delicious amount of her smooth belly that eventually led up to the tight top that was accentuating her breast so well he thought he might take his last breathe. “Don’t start that shit, Drew.”

“Don’t start what?” That knowing smirk slithering on to his lips making her blood want to boil at the sight.

He stepped closer, Isobel leaning against the wall with her back pushed tightly against it because if she allowed herself to fully relax she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from pushing against his hard one.

“I don’t know.” She answered honestly. But she did know him purring that nickname in her ear could only lead to dangerous territory, and she did not want shit going down in front everyone to see.

The vanilla perfume she lathered on was drawing Drew closer to her, enough to sense it but not enough to peak anyone’s interest who may be watching. Isobel watched him as he inhaled deeply, his blue eyes deepening a little as they fluttered open to look at her again. “Don’t be mean to me tonight, Izzy, I missed you.”

At parties in the past Isobel was at times a bitch to Drew with reason, sometimes he would just act like an annoying gnat that wouldn’t go away always teasing her and playing stupid fucking games. Someone had to put him in his place.

That’s the type of friends they were before, they were always in constant banter. Isobel either cursing or ignoring him, while Drew watched over and fucked with her. A part of Isobel hated that they would most likely ruin that part of their friendship.

Now, when she was cold towards him, being dry with him she knew deep down it would be to protect herself—not just light-hearted conversation with a friend.

Isobel and Drew had flipped their world as they knew it three times over.

In a dimension that consisted of only them where he could not seem to get enough and she couldn’t find it in her to want to starve themselves of the thrill of going there with a boy let alone one she’d known for a decade. “I can’t promise anything.”

His eyes only glimmered at her response, and Isobel could only wonder what he saw when he looked at her. That gaze made her feel warm inside like she was actually being seen, like he really knew her.

For Drew looking at her was like looking in an orb of light that casted everything he wanted into his vision. And it felt like if he looked away he would miss a glimpse of his future. Isobel had always been a person in his past and present, but to think about her as an addition in his future made fear bubble in his gut. He wouldn’t look away though, it was like trying to tear his eyes away from two cars recklessly racing towards a finish line.

“Well, can I have a hug?” He mumbled, he was lost in her, simply only aware of her presence. Isobel’s fingers were itching at her sides at the feeling of him somewhat near her, the familiarity pulling her in, “The last time I saw you, you jumped out of my car without a word.”

Isobel was thankful she had the excuse to go back in the library and study that day. When they were jumping each other’s bones it didn’t feel wrong, the possibility of ruining whatever grounds of friendship they had not mattering at all.

Then the thrill of it all faded, and school serving as distraction from reality slowly setting in only lasted so long.

It all came when Isobel was alone—the questions, the doubt, the uncertainty. Something within her nagged her to trust Drew and just go with it, but there was also her sensible side that told her to pump her breaks. “What if someone sees?”

Drew just shrugged his shoulders, “We’ve hugged at my parties, Izzy, and it wasn’t a problem when I hugged your friends.”

Isobel knew she was being ridiculous, but she couldn’t help it. Now that they were actually kissing, exploring each other, and had come pretty close to fucking the paranoia had only doubled for her. It almost felt like she’d fallen into someone else’s narrative, that was written for them before they could even think of it for themselves.

She didn’t want such a momentous thing to just be gossip on a college campus. And if she felt his firm chest against hers in an embrace she’d be sucked into whatever daze Drew was in.

“I have a feeling the way you wanna hug me will look a bit more than friendly, Drew“ Isobel peered up at him as he towered over her. His eyes glinting at the true meaning behind her words.

As much as she was against everyone thinking they were fucking, Isobel thinks she’s the problem when it comes to them ending up in compromising positions. All he had do was utter the word jump and she would pounce like a kitten.

“Sounds like you’re projecting on to me what you want me to really do to you.” He chuckled while his eyes remained clear, the most innocent he’d ever look while the two were in such close proximity, “Keep those perverse thoughts to yourself, I just want feel you in my arms, Izzy Bear.”

“Fine.” She dramatically relented. In the midst of rolling her eyes she felt his long arms snake their way around her waist as he stared down at her with an amused smile.

She could only think to scrunch her nose up at him before leaning into him. The feeling was too much, so different than before and as she breathed him in the more she melted into him. Isobel was sure hugging someone you’d been intimate with was similar to what it felt like to make love on drugs for the first time.

She felt good in his arms, Drew watched his hands as they glided over her back. This wasn’t one of those hugs people at school had seen them share—they both knew it.

He wasn’t sure if he’d been holding her for too suspicious of a time or if time had only slowed from the feeling of her in his embrace. People came to parties with the intent of accomplishing something whether it’s getting drunk, meeting someone new, or the simple feeling of being seen.

Drew truly felt like he found his peak of the night, Isobel encased in his arms relaxed and inviting. If she pulled away and walked out that door without a goodbye he would remain content. That’s how things had been feeling with her lately, her giving him more of herself little by little and leaving the deepest impression that it lasted for days on his mind.

For a split second the two forgot they were standing in a room full of people. As Drew let her go he could visibly see the tenseness build back up in her spine as she looked around at everyone doing there own thing. She wasn’t being her usual self, the gears turning in her head clear for him to see in her chocolate brown eyes.

“You want to go to my room?” Drew suggested hoping she wouldn’t get the wrong idea, the boy only wanted to get her away from the crowd to see if it helped her anxiousness.

Isobel was relieved to hear those words as she seemed to come back into her own body, she’d come here for her friends and for him but her mind was not in a place to be around so many people. She wasn’t even sure how she would get through the weekend with both of their families at one dinner table.

She just wanted to keep their affair between them even if it was wrong or foreign, no matter where it led them in the end. Cradle it from the judgement of others and being tainted by letting outside opinions in.

But she knew the more she tried to shelter it—shelter them—she would end up doing the harming in the end.

“No, you should enjoy your party, Drew, we haven’t even gotten a drink yet.” Isobel declined his offer wanting to at least try to enjoy the night and suck it up. She knew Drew was not going through these internal trepidations about their relationship, he just wasn’t the type to be bothered by outside noise.

“I don’t give fuck about what’s going on down here, just get your ass upstairs.” He could not bare watching her squirm uncomfortably at a party he begged her to come to. And if the reason he was going to miss out was Isobel he didn’t see a problem with that in the slightest.

Isobel felt her blood start to rush at his words, she was sure her hormones had been corrupted from the moment he laid a finger on her. The demanding tone in his voice caressed every sensitive nerve in her body and now had her body on a never ending buzz.

She could only nod at him in response before they turned towards the steps in a swift movement. Air caught in her throat when she felt the feather touch of his fingers on the skin of her back, guiding her to the stairs. She made it up the majority of the steps without thinking of any watchful eyes that may be noting his hand placement up until they got towards the top. Drew then wrapped his arms around her waist from behind pulling her back into his body.

And she couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had caught a glimpse of the interaction before they disappeared to the second floor. Her neck yearned to turn around and look but she resisted.

“You look stunning tonight, Izzy.” Drew murmured into her ear, feeling her tense shoulder relax against him.

He placed two fingers under her chin as he tilted her chin up to meet her gaze before stepping around and taking in that smile that was sitting on her soft lips. “Thank you.”

Drew grinned back then grabbed one of her hands behind him and lead her down the hallway to his room. He was internally patting himself on the back for cleaning his room a few days prior, not wanting her to be uncomfortable in a dirty room.

As he clicked the door closed and looked over to her he immediately concluded that he loved the sight of her in his personal space. His neutral navy-beige room was simple but it was a home away from home and Isobel complemented it well.

This wasn’t the first time the two had been up here together, they’d been in out when he needed to grab something for her but he never appreciated how her presence made him feel enclosed in such an intimate setting—like she was the missing touch.

Yet another place she would ruin for him, and if she sat on his bed she would only mark her territory with the musk of her vanilla perfume she would no doubt leave behind.

It almost unsettled him at how long it took him in life to actually appreciate her, and now that he was it kept coming wave after wave. Every glance was realization of just how beautiful and remarkable she was, an endless revelation. It mimicked the feeling of finding a missing thing that had been in the most obvious spot all along, relieving but not any less annoying for all the time wasted during the search.

Drew stayed silent while Isobel swayed her hips as she walked to the window and watched the party that overflowed to the backyard. He just watched her in silence, he couldn’t tell if the atmosphere was different between them or if his subconscious was keeping him quiet so he wouldn’t ruin whatever was going on between them.

When his thoughts weren’t filled with admiration for Isobel they were second guessing himself. It was all so fresh and fragile, and he didn’t want to come on too strong and break such a beautiful thing, such a beautiful person.

The last two times the two had been together it ended with them both out of breathe for each other, and he knew it was sending a particular message to her. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Isobel was a relationship kind of girl, Drew just didn’t know if he was that kind of guy. What he did know was that he wanted to be with and attached to her no matter the circumstance as much as possible.

He wasn’t ready to jump into a relationship, but he also didn’t want to disrespect a woman he’d known for longer than any girl he fucked in the past. So he could go a day with out being intimate with her, no matter how hard she was to resist.

When Isobel turned from the window and walked towards him a ball of air formed in his throat just at sight of her for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, he wasn’t sure he would ever get used to her beauty not when he’d been practically blind to it for so long.

“Your room has never been this clean you must’ve been expecting someone special tonight.” She taunted him with her sultry yet sweet voice, he noticed her voice always had some sort of edge to it and it was nothing but intoxicating to consume—especially when it was his name on her tongue.

Isobel was relieved when he smiled, amusement swirling in his eyes along with something foreign she couldn’t decipher, but it made his blue eyes appear darker. As much as what she’d just said was a joke, the circumstances they were under made it mean so much more. It was fun to kid and joke but part of her, no matter how deep it may be, would either be relieved or disappointed with his response. “No, but begging for her to be here was worth the the bruise to my ego.”

He made her feel special whether it was intentional or not. It was the little things that drew her in, that diluted the doubt that coursed through her veins.

Whatever intensity was swirling in his eyes had her slowly moving closer to him, she could feel it as he watched over her every movement. She could barely remember her last thought, only Drew and his words on her mind before she found herself standing between his long, muscular legs.

In that position between his spread thighs, so close his woody scent invading her nostrils with his eyes staring straight back into her’s she felt fully encapsulated. “I’m worth it, yeah?”

She pondered her own words thinking of the small sacrifices he’d made for her—that they’d made for little moments like this.

Drew could only groan in agreement as his rough hands gently gripped her soft hips to pull her closer. She bit her lip, stifling a moan when he pressed his face into her belly and inhaled while running his fingers down her thighs until they met the back of her knees.

He hadn’t had drop of alcohol tonight, and yet the man was drunk. So intensely consumed with all that was Isobel all inhibitions and good judgment was shoved to the back of his mind. He didn’t stop her when she bent one knee under his touch, placing it beside his thigh as the other leg quickly followed and wordlessly slid herself onto his lap.

He didn’t think about where it could possibly lead in the wake of his hands running up her spine making her arch into his chest. Not a single thought was present in his head anymore, distracted by the feeling of her lips trailing his neck. She was seduction in the flesh as she kissed down the center of his throat before dragging her wet tongue back up to his jaw. “Izzy, god. damn.”

“I don’t know what it is about you, Drew.” she sighed, kissing his jaw at the feeling of his body vibrating beneath her. She caressed his skin with gentleness like it would calm him, but it only served to slowly unravel him.

Then her lips pressed into his waiting ones and they were lost. In the feeling, the moment, the rush, hell they’d forgotten where they were. Isobel didn’t have it in her to worry, not when they were sharing such an intimate kiss that it felt as if she was tasting water for the first time in days after suffering from thirst. The fact that her friends were roaming around on the floor just beneath her couldn’t penetrate the high she was on.

They kissed sloppily, smacking and massaging each others mouth’s until even the contents of their kissing was hard to contain. Isobel always thought she had to be skilled and technical when it came to kissing, but none of that mattered when the want for the person burned so intensely that the main goal was solely just to taste and taste until your mouth went numb.

Drew felt starved as he all but devoured her with his lips and tongue, the man was desperate to feel every inch of her under his touch. He wrapped an arm around her back pulling her closer groaning as he squeezed her tight, like he was holding onto his sanity, grasping at the last bit of it. Drew didn’t dare lay back, if he did and he saw the sight of her towering over him they wouldn’t see their friends for the rest of the night.

He had to tread lightly and it was taking everything in him not to grasp her backside in his greedy hands, tortuously denying himself of one his favorite parts of her.

Isobel shifted in his lap trying to get more comfortable only causing his body to stiffen at the contact before he grabbed her hips and pushed her back where she was, “Fuck, don’t do that to me, Izzy.”

Their lips were still attached as he spoke, and Isobel smirked knowing he could make out her smile against his mouth. “Why?”

Drew never thought he would be in this position, a girl on top of him teasing him beyond lengths while he was having an internal battle with himself on whether they should stop before things went too far.

“You know why, don’t make me show you.” He threatened as he pressed his lips to her ear. A wave of heat coursed through her entire body at his words, and her lower body was way too close to the reasoning, “Plus your friends are downstairs, unless you don’t care if they hear what I’ll do to you if you keep fucking with me, Isobel.”

Drew now had that look in his eyes, the look that told her that his mind was entering the gutter, and she wasn’t sure she was strong enough to get it out—but she remained on his thighs not daring to move an inch. His words were harsh but it did nothing to deter her, not even the mentioning of the girls.

“I love it when you talk to me like that.” Isobel innocently purred, not reacting when he squeezed her thighs tighter. She watched as his eyes tinted to the darkest blue-black that could only be stemmed from deepest depths of the oceans before leaning towards him and running the top of her tongue along the center of his lips.

Not even a second had passed before Drew gripped her hips and tossed her ass on the bed before he stood up and put some well needed distance between the two. Isobel could only smile as he began running his hands through his hair, frustration obvious in his movement.

Their breathing was the only notable sound in the room, Isobel just lying back on her elbows while he watched her with dark eyes. If anything his gaze made her feel just as breathless even with their bodies apart.

He swore those glimmering dark brown eyes were silently chanting to him, like a siren beckoning him in a soundless melody.

A gasp left her lips from the sound of her phone buzzing on the desk next to Drew. Like a chime of a bell she’d been knocked out of whatever hormone induced trance they’d fell into. Scrambling off the bed to get to her phone to see her friends were looking for her. The current time told her they’d been up in his room fucking around for half an hour.

Drew and the girl everyone thought he was fucking missing from his own party for over thirty minutes. That was not going to send the right message at all, especially for anyone who saw them leave together. Worry and guilt for abandoning her friends when she’d told them she came for them began to wash over her. Drew could see it all over her face, in her eyes that were staring off at the ground from zoning out in thought.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was thinking, especially with the way she was acting downstairs, “Do you wanna talk, Iz?”

That’s exactly what she wanted to do, the second time tonight he’d studied her and figured out what she needed, but she didn’t want to do that if it was only going to push him away. If her thoughts and worries were going to confuse and scare him off. “No, I just want to find the girls, I should have just stayed home.”

A pang of hurt hit Drew as she said that, after years of knowing her and her family he knew she was a stubborn girl who chose to suppress her feelings. Still the way she chose to shut people out and cope with it by herself didn’t hurt any less. He cared for Isobel before all of this, but now it was amplified. It mattered to him how she felt when she left him and went to that apartment to be alone in her thoughts.

“Then why did you come, Isobel?” He needed her to speak her mind.

She sort of flinched at his words, not because they were harsh, but because it was a real question that required a real answer, and as much as she wanted to run away from it, from him she didn’t have it in her. Drew grabbed her arm pulling her closer looking down at her with patient eyes.

“I came because you asked me to.” She whispered with a sigh as she pressed her forehead against his chest feeling his heart beat pass through her, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to talk.”

For the first time Drew felt a surge of uncertainty hit him all at once not because of Isobel, he was sure about her. He just wasn’t sure he would have the answers for her that would alleviate whatever stress was filling her.

And he wanted more than anything to be the person to take that heavy feeling away.

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PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

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juicywritinghoard · 2 years

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prompts for fun and profit

My friend it seems as though you decided not to get a cart. And are now struggling. How about you check out ahead of me- no I insist, I appreciate your gallantry but you look like you’re about to cry

Hey I know you’re pretty busy but would you like to defeat the invading aliens with me please answer quickly things are kind of time-sensitive

What’s up lately? I know it has been, kind of, four months, maybe. Okay six…six months. In my defense…no, I've got nothing. Please know I still adore you deeply

Hey, I love you. You know I love you? But if you bring another lean cuisine to work I am going to start cooking for you and just charging you a flat fee and you do not get to refuse

Oh so you spend your money on plushies? Like, often? You spend your money on plushies and can lay them all out on your bed and flop into them and get so snuggly and cozy? I’m. not jealous at all I’m so mature haha I don’t have a single plush friend to snuggle at night, like you do,

So you said “eyes emoji” out loud with your mouth. No I know exactly what you meant, I just have to address that first, and make a permanent record of the occasion, and then I will spill the beans

My cat um. Is in love with you? I know you only came over for that project that one time, but literally since then he has been wailing at the door and will only respond to intense bribery. Please I cannot afford that many treats, what if we got into a fake relationship. For my cat.

I know you shouldn’t believe or spread rumors but I have to know. Are you or are you not into literal Disco

You’re probably just being nice but your comments on my youtube videos are so kind I can’t stop thinking about you and kissing you on the mouth

I’m actually not into art at all, me and my friends just started going to art exhibitions as an excuse to dress fancy and eat our weight in cheese cubes but. I'm staring at this piece and feeling something stir in my cold dark soul and I could have played it off as an ironic joke if you didn’t catch me having emotions about your art

No I promise you’re supposed to pay for it actually. Obviously I won’t rat you out but like, that was worth money

I’m very used to being miserable over the holidays and you stole me away and I’m sitting here in a fucking sweater doing a puzzle with your mother and I Do Not Know how to process this

My hobby is getting into the Wildest Possible Arguments in public and I will drag you into it because it gets you every time. No really if you drank half of a five hour energy would you get shitty energy for five hours or 2.5 hours of energy. I need to know this right now while the previews are playing at the movie theater, why would I wait? No seriously if I bought the Mona Lisa should I be allowed to eat it

I gotta say I was in love with your outfit already but when you smacked that asshole with your cane it was head over heels baby are you. Free later.

Oh no, shoplifting from Hobby Lobby is always morally correct. I have no interest in reporting you at all. No i just have to know what you’re intending to make with all that stuff I just watched you pull out of your bag, please I Must know

So I’ve been trying to be less chronically online and you know, find my People out in the public. Because real human beings are way more important than numbers on a screen. It’s just that this dating app is full of guys holding fish and/or guns, and I’m so, so ready to quit, so I have to know right now immediately what your whole deal is because I’m absolutely enchanted already

Okay so maybe I do “work here” but listen,

No, I think the spite is worth it. Yep.

I’ve seen people of all kinds try to fuck with me with the whole “3 things to freak out your cashier” thing. This takes the cake. Explain yourself Right Now.

My love, my heart, my one and only, you have to stop crying or we won’t make it to the hot air balloon half of our anniversary celebration

I know you were disappointed about your favorite author turning out to be the asshole to defeat all assholes. So I have concocted a scheme,

Hey I love you and still very much do want to marry you but I need you to elaborate on these last few amazon purchases with my credit card?

Okay so the truth is [runs away]

I’m coming to terms with the fact that I might like you enough to play this stupid board game you’ve been explaining the rules to for twenty-eight minutes now. And god save me, I listened to all of it???

Oh I know you’re always willing to light things on fire for me. Yes I am. Actually very aware of this. On the one hand, I know it’s a terrible idea. On the other, romance has never burned so bright as that lighter in your hand and the glitter in your eyes,

Please. Please tell me what podcast your horse is listening to. Please tell me, in excruciating detail, why, and how you chose this, and whether or not the horse in fact notices

Hey beautiful this super is literal poison. Just so you know

Point of order, that does fully contradict what the news said about you twenty minutes ago. No of course I believe you

So is bleeding a regular part of this hobby? Or like,

Yeah I’m fully understanding the murder part, just not why you’re the one who needs to solve it??

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randombush3 · 2 years

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Floss Got Hot V

[series masterlist]

summary: A lot of mistakes are talked about, but all goes well in the end.

word count: 6971

warnings: brief talk of murder but nothing too gory/detailed

notes: I think this could have gone very differently but I’ve worked out the future for this series so it’s going this way instead. It took me ages because I was busy, sorry.

Oh, and the Dune slander is warranted. Shut up.

Venice Film Festival has its ups and downs, but comparatively, nothing is worse than waking up in a hotel room with a hangover the size of a blue whale and a hyperactive little sister. Flo had been very incorrect in the assumption that her now-grown-up baby sister would not still crash in her room after she’s had too much to drink on holiday. It seems that some things never change.

Raffie’s prodding index jabs her one last time before rousing any noise, and when it does, it is muffled by hair and pillows and white bedsheets. “Why are you so awake?” grumbles Flo, pushing the head away from her. “‘S too early. Go back to bed.”

Quirking an eyebrow up at the misjudgement of the time of day, Raffie quickly huffs, “Mum and Dad said to meet them at breakfast,” dragging her sister out of bed because she is taller and stronger and all-round better (this is debatable, Flo thinks). “Get your arse ready. I have a lot of questions for you.”

“I thought I answered every single thing you asked about the film, Mole, what more could you want from me?” Flo sighs dramatically as she stands up, tightening the elastic of your jog pants around her waist. The soft fabric reminds her of you. Only your clothes seem to feel comforting, a sheet of unexpected armour that automatically lessens the pounding headache.

“You’re so sneaky with your love life,” is all her sister says, promptly leaving the hotel room along with a confused actress struggling on one leg to find a second sock.

When she joins the youngest Pugh in the hallway, she is met with an equally inquisitive expression from her brother, forgoing any pleasantries about having a good morning. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asks, pride clearly hurt by whatever the fuck is going on. She doesn’t miss the concern in his eyes.

They step into the lift and Raffie won’t stop looking at her phone, giving Flo no other option than to stare at herself in the mirror — she will not be having any kind of conversation with interrogation-Toby when she already feels awful. (She does look great though.)

The restaurant is almost empty seeing as it’s nearly over, tables mainly empty and used rather than occupied with chattering people, but the now-complete set of Pughs share what’s left of the buffet between them before making conversation.

Stomach satisfied, Raffie finally spills what’s been on her mind, “How come you didn’t tell us you and Y/n broke up?” It’s supposed to be sort of quiet, considering Flo is beside her, but something sets her volume on kilter and she ends up catching everybody’s attention. With a ‘hngph’, Flo chokes on her orange juice. Her sister shrugs, taking it as a question. “She didn’t come to Venice, she was on a date with someone else… Uh, it’s everywhere, Floss?”

“You broke up?” Granny Pat is heartbroken. And confused. Almost as confused as Flo is. “You only just got together!”

“No,” states Flo, flatly. “we didn’t break up. What the fuck, Raff?”

“She kissed another girl,” Toby cuts in, voice smooth and factual, as though he’d known. Did he think you wouldn’t last? Had he always thought this? “She doesn’t cheat.”

“That is fucking news to me.”

Toby continues, “Do you remember Irén? The one whose parents own an oil company.” The Pughs do. Pretty and rich, picked you up from family brunch once. You’d spent the whole time gushing over how brilliant your new girlfriend was. “Yeah, Irén lives in Budapest. I thought you guys were living together, but clearly you’re not.”

“Is this a joke?” It has to be a joke. “You guys are just… No?” Raffie clocks the emotion in her sister’s voice, and realises very suddenly that Flo might not have known about this breakup. She passes her phone down the table, but Flo only watches a second of the video before slamming the device down and storming off. Well, running off. She’s more hurt than angry.

“I’ll go,” Deb says, standing up. Raffie apologises excessively, not worrying whether or not her phone has been smashed by the force of Florence’s assault. It takes her boyfriend, Toby, and her dad to convince her that Flo won’t be upset with the messenger. After all, you’re not supposed to shoot them.

The words that first come to Flo’s mind are so vile and bitter that she can only hope she never encounters a mind reader who finds out what they are. Deb then catches up to her, placing a steady hand on her shoulder to halt her daughter’s march to anywhere that isn’t so suffocating. Flo feels suffocated, but allows her mother to pull her into an empty corridor. Deb wipes her tears, the motions ingrained into her muscles over decades. She will always be there for her children.

“I waited so long for her,” Flo’s voice comes out cracked through a sob, “and she’s not really even mine, clearly. I just…”

“I don’t think Y/n is breaking up with you, and I’ve taught her better than to do it like that,” Deb comforts, articulating the words perfectly because she believes them. She places a soothing hand on her daughter’s back. “Your flight’s today. These conversations are best had in person, and you don’t know whether she wanted to be kissed.”

Her voice sharpens, straining against the lump in her throat. “Oh, they looked pretty fucking cosy!”

“It’s Irén, Flossie.” Deb knows all of your friends, she could make a list from memory. “Next to Toby, Irén is her best friend.” Deb frowns briefly, and then corrects herself, “was.” Through school to when you broke up.

Flo knows exactly who she is because Irén was Public Enemy #1 to 18-year-old Florence Pugh. She had finally become an adult and you were in a relationship? It wasn’t fair. She hates Irén. “Mum, are you seriously on her side? I get that she’s like your daughter or whatever… She fucking cheated on me!”

“I’m saying you should let her explain.”

“Well, it’s not like she’s tried.” Did she wake up to thousands of apology text messages with you grovelling and begging her for forgiveness? Nope, with a popped ‘p’. You didn’t even send her a text to say you’re leaving her for some ex-girlfriend who’s richer and prettier and more your type! She should have listened to the warning about people like you, people who don’t seem to live in the same world as everyone else. People who have everything. People who don’t need anything else.

Flo checks her phone to verify her point, albeit wistfully hoping someone’s tagged her in the biggest internet joke of all time. You’re not in a different timezone, so to her the only explanation is that you are asleep in someone else’s bed, tired out from an evening of infidelity or a rebound. Flo feels nauseous at the thought.

But then, as if some beacon of hope, her phone pings and the lock screen is obstructed with a single notification.

You: Can you come home?

She finds that evil of you to say. Evil, because now is not the time to be reminded of how safe you make her feel or how she could have two babies and a house somewhere exotic with you in the future. Home is you, you are home, and your (ex?)girlfriend is seething.

“See,” Deb says, vindictive until she remembers the situation. “She wants to explain everything in person. Are you packed up?”

Flo frowns, but it slowly becomes a scowl as the thought of you with Irén takes over. “No, Mama, I don’t—”

“Let her explain. Give her that.”

- - -

When Irén’s comment sets in, you realise what has just happened. That she had kissed you, that you had kissed her back.

“I think,” she whispers, “you didn’t like that.” Her hand reaches for your shoulder, trying to reconnect the distance you have immediately shoved between the two of you, but she pulls back, mirroring how you recoil from her. She studies your expression hopefully, but finds nothing positive to smile about.

“I’m in love with her.”

“I know.”

You meet her eyes, puzzled. “You kissed me in front of all these people.” Irén doesn’t say anything, but crumples her face as if she’s about to cry. “Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re beautiful.” You shake your head. That cannot be her answer. She doesn’t know what else to say. You were there, you looked good, something told her you could be hers again.

“You don’t get to call me beautiful.”

“Why? Millions of other people say it or, rather, comment on it on social media. I mean, I’ve seen edits of you, Y/n.” You choose to ignore both the fact that there are edits of you and that Irén has seen them.

“No, but you mean it,” you whisper, scared of the sentence you’re saying. Irén is nodding her head as if it will change how you feel. “I don’t want to have this conversation here.” You stand, collecting both of your things, and walk away, leaving her with nothing to do but follow.

Though the car ride to you and Flo’s (you cringe at the thought that it’s hers, really) Airbnb is silent, you’re bursting to speak once you get inside. You’re not angry for the best part of your monologue, and she doesn’t disagree with any of your statements. In fact, she responds that you are intelligent and deserving of things you wouldn’t let yourself believe you are, and that she loves you and would do anything for you and… The list goes on.

“It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s that I don’t want to,” tumbles out of your mouth, and the woman in front of you breaks in half. You step closer to her, scared she’ll fall, and place a hand on her back. “You deserve better than that.”

“You don’t get to decide what I deserve,” she hisses, shaking you off. Irén regains her stature and almost squares up to you. “You are what I want. You are what I think about every waking moment of a life I only lead because I made a mistake!”

“A mistake needed to be made. I don’t want to fix it.” All these years later, you say you don’t want to fix it. As if you hadn’t spent nights dreaming of what could have been, just like she has.

“But you agreed to–”

“No, I think I’ve found the woman I want to grow old with.” Irén, again, breaks in half. Maybe quarters this time. “And it isn’t you.”

With that, she is in no fit state to leave, so you offer her a cup of tea and sit beside her on the sofa. Rubbing salt in the wound, she calls it, but you insist because it’s late and chilly and she can’t be pictured leaving here with black pools of mascara underneath red eyes. “I don’t want to be pitied,” she mutters, taking your peace offering between her hands and sipping it all the same. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and you don’t want to feel the same.” Irén recites her outline as if trying to commit facts to memory. That’s what they are: facts. Yes, you love her. No, you don’t love her enough. No, she is not enough for you. No, she will never be enough for you.

“Will you tell her?” At your confusion, she makes her question clearer, “will you tell your girlfriend?”

“Yes.” There will be videos or pictures or both. You had noticed a few camera flashes in the opera house. Irén’s family is hardly out of the media these days, considering how controversial openly killing the environment is. She’ll find out somehow. “I do love you, Irén. I’d let you stay over, but Flo will be back tomorrow and I think we can agree that she’d definitely not want you here.” Irén is tempted to bring up Zach, but withholds her comment.

“I wish I never made you choose,” she whispers, “I wish I never said anything. I… It’s the worst mistake I’ve ever made.” Her lips catch your gaze and your lips suddenly press against hers.

Billie goes mad.

Irén grunts in surprise and then you’re no longer on top of her and are collecting her things and pushing her out. She splutters a response because you kissed her, not the other way around, so why are you pretending you’ve been assaulted and can never see her again?

Why are you with Toby’s little sister?

Once the door slams shut, you stumble backwards until a heavy body halts your movement. Billie had been waiting for Irén to leave, quietly sitting on her bed beside the TV, patiently hiding her time before she could cuddle with you like she’s been doing since she got here. Dogs don’t go nuts like that, especially not Flo’s (yours?). She barks at you a couple more times, gruff telling-offs, and then nudges you with her snout to get you into your bedroom.

It smells of Flo and you feel trodden on. You crumple on the bed, Billie settling next to you, and use your phone to distract yourself from the series of oh-so-bad decisions you’ve made tonight.

Toby’s texted, but your reply doesn’t feel right.

You find yourself calling your mother. She picks up because you’d never dare unless you were dying, and is disappointed to find that she actually has to be a mother for once.

“Why are you in such a state?” she asks nonchalantly. “I can’t really talk at the mo, my darling. Eddie has brought out a marvellous wine, and Sophie is beating me at poker.” You can hear the embers of a dinner party in the background, but also the soft sound of tyres on gravel. “Oh, it’s nothing, Sophie. Y/n is calling from — where are you again, darling?”

“Budapest, Mummy.”

“She’s in Budapest! With that actress, the one she’s seeing. Oh, yes, lovely and progressive. Yes, the actress is the girl from Little Women.” You groan and your mother holds her conversation with the Countess of Wessex to reprimand you. “What is it, Y/n?! Can it not be saved for someone else?”

“No,” you reply flatly, despite being in the state she mentioned earlier. You’re a quick cryer, you can’t help it. “Irén and I went to the opera tonight—”

“I thought you hadn’t spoken to that girl in years—”

“No, Mummy, I haven’t since we broke up. But I met with her tonight, and she kissed me, and then I kissed her, and now I don’t know what to do.” You hold your breath, waiting to see if your mother even acknowledges that you are in a relationship with real emotions.

“A little infidelity has never hurt anyone!” She promptly fails that test. “Do you love Irén still?”

Blatantly, you lie, “I have never loved Irén—”

“Do you love her?” She tuts at any protest you groan in an attempt to avoid her question. “Darling, if you’re so unsure that you won’t answer, should you really be with your actress?”

“Yes, I love Irén. But I love Florence more.” Far more. Irén is a grain of sand on Flo’s beach.

“Well then, tell the actress that you were drunk, and tell Irén that she imagined the whole debacle! Manipulate them both, my darling, before either can manipulate you. And, believe me, Y/n, you are very easily manipulated.” At your stunned silence, she assumes her advice has been given and received, and that you are absolutely, one-hundred percent fine. “Once you return to London, I’d like to go for a coffee. We could meet with some of my friends and their lovely daughters, make a day of it with shopping and… Better yet, Sophie would like to know if a weekend at Bagshot is on the table. We can go riding, or you could go shooting – I know you do love to go shooting. Sophie also says you can bring your actress with you if all is not lost, and treat their home as a country hotel.”

You sigh. She’s never of any help and you’re not sure why you called her. “I’ll think about it. Give them my love, I am off to shoot myself now.”

Billie whines and you hang up, your phone sliding off the mattress and onto the floor as you collapse onto a dog that isn’t even yours. “I’ve really fucked it all, haven’t I, Bills?” She seems to agree and begrudgingly becomes your temporary emotional support animal. “I shouldn’t have kissed her.”

Irén is like a magnet, she always has been. Since you met her you’ve wanted her, and when you had her you took it all for granted. The year you dated was a blissful ideal world, but it didn’t last. Her sister was sixteen and had been found dead in a forest. Fifty-seven stab wounds. A ruthless, cold-blooded murder, a man who’d tried to groom her and had failed miserably.

You remember finding out before your girlfriend and having to tell her. You remember her screams and her unwillingness to believe a word you said. Irén had loved her sister dearly, they were incredibly close.

A fortnight had passed since her death and your girlfriend was a shell of a woman she had once been. You’d been splitting your time between Oxford and their family’s house in St Albans. Irén had had enough of it and wanted all of your attention or none at all. She presented the date of her sister’s funeral, and asked if you’d come — it was obvious to her that you would — but you paused, you hesitated. It was summertime, and A-level results day happened to be taking up your calendar.

“Whose results do you care about so deeply?” she asked bitterly.

“Flossie’s.” You gulped. She wasn’t a fan of Toby’s family because they seemed too normal for you. To her, you were divine and majestic and deserving of the most eccentric and wealthy characters as relatives, not some random people from Oxford.

The build up since you broke the news to her snapped whatever rationality she was holding onto. “She’s going to get three Cs. What’s so interesting about that? It’s them or me. Us.”

You couldn’t choose then. Rethinking it now, you would choose Irén, despite your current infatuation with Flo. It was wrong to leave her like that, girlfriend or not. You made a bad choice.

But Flo doesn’t know that, she isn’t aware of what happened. She knows two things for certain: Irén and you kissed at the opera, and Irén was your girlfriend a decade ago.

She doesn’t tell you what time her flight gets in, so you’re on a call with the management at Chaos Zanzibar when she storms in. Guns blazing, she shouts your full name within a second of stepping over the threshold, and is ranting at you for a minute before you and Billie emerge from the bedroom, the call spoiled and ended.

“How could you?” she questions coldly, loudly. Billie’s tail wags, unrelenting against her legs, and she manages to love on the dog while having a go at you (it’s deserved, you know). “If you didn’t want me, you could have said something— You could have texted or called or… tweeted? I get why you wouldn’t want me, Y/n, I fucking get it, okay? But you didn’t need to shove it in my face — in the whole world’s fucking face — like that! She’s beautiful and she’s... You love her, you love Irén; do you not?”

Stunned into pathetic silence, you gulp. “I’m okay with you not loving me anymore, but you didn’t need to shove it in my face,” Flo states, her words barren and lifeless.

In a split second of mercy, your brain resumes its function and you are about to speak. Billie begins to growl, drawing both of your attentions, and you can’t seem to get the words out. Traitor.

“It’s not that you’ve broken up with me, but rather, you told me you loved me and then kissed your gorgeous, rich, funny, perfect ex-girlfriend in fancy clothes at a fancy place where both of your fancy lives fit right in. I get that I’m not…” She pauses for a deep breath, sharp and quick. “I get that I’m not your type, Y/n, I know you’re embarrassed to be with me sometimes but—”

“I’ve never been fucking embarrassed to be with you, what the fuck are you talking about?” you shout over her, angry because it’s not true. None of this is true. “And why have you come to terms with a non-existent breakup? Two fucking kisses isn’t going to destroy this, Florence, okay?”

This is news to her.

Two kisses. Not just the one, not just a singular moment of weakness.

“Where was the second?” she asks quietly, as if trying to not be sick.

“Here.” Flo pales. “She kissed me at the opera, and so I brought her here to talk. She was so…” You neglect to finish your sentence, “and then I kissed her goodbye.” Not that she knew it was a goodbye until she was out the door. “It’s Irén, Floss.”

“Everyone keeps saying that!” But what does that mean? How do two words justify you kissing someone else?

She takes a deep breath, eyes searching around the apartment to focus on anything but what she’s going to have to ask you. Nothing’s changed, really, in the two days she’s been gone. Except, everything has.

“Why did you kiss her?” She tries to be calmer. You raise your foot to step forward, but her eyes narrow and her steely glare wards you away. Billie whines, yawns, and slinks her way back to her bed, lying down with a grunt that says she is over her mum’s return and very much done with this argument. “Am I not enough?”

Suddenly, you see it. Her insecurity. The cracks in the porcelain, the bubbling magma waiting to erupt. She doesn’t think she’s enough for you. And you don’t know how to express how wrong she is.

“I…” Flo wants to snatch up your hesitation and scream and cry and run away, but she takes another deep breath and waits patiently. “I made a bad decision, and if I hadn’t have done it I think I would have been married to her.”

“Bad decisions do seem to be ending your relationships,” she sneers.

“No, you don’t understand.” You shake your head, trying to shake off the memory, trying to shake off the current situation. “Her sister’s funeral was scheduled for the day your A-level results came out. We were all so proud of you, because how the fuck does a seventeen-year-old balance A-levels and a movie? I told her I couldn’t go. She made me choose, said if I didn’t then we were over.” Flo was there. She knows exactly what choice you made.

She grimaces, feeling guilty. “I was so horrible to you that day.” She had ignored you throughout the entirety of the celebrations, jealous of a girlfriend that hadn’t even bothered to come, because you looked beautiful and she didn’t want to think about that.

Florence realises that she’s taken you for granted her whole life because of the same insecurity that is tearing you apart right now. “I had no doubt you’d ignore me, Floss, but I was there because not being there didn’t seem like an option.”

“But that’s different,” she whispers, back on track. Louder, she states, “you should have told me before you kissed her. I deserve to know when my relationships have ended.”

“It hasn’t ended.”

“You said you would have married her.”

Grappling for words, your volume spikes and she flinches. “But I didn’t! I’m not married, am I? And I’m not going to be married at all because my girlfriend won’t accept my proposals.” Flo laughs and then hates that you’ve made her do so. “I kissed Irén to say goodbye, because I never got to. We are not due for a goodbye kiss, ever, so stop trying to get one!”

“You should have thought about that before you—” Every single part of your body has told you to kiss her now, and who are you to ignore that?

Flo has missed you, and she cannot deny that.

She pulls away from you for a moment, finding it very hard to keep her frown when you look like that, “I’m still so cross with you,” she murmurs, “and I don’t want you to ever do it again. And Irén has to be told that, explicitly. And I… I want to meet her.”

“What?!”

“For coffee…? Not to kill her.”

“Why do you want to meet Irén?” you ask suspiciously. From one extreme to the other…

With an impish smile, Flo says, “That is none of your business. Just tell her that we should do it some time. I have a feeling she won’t be able to say no.”

“Fine.” She nods and you cup her cheek to return to your overdue kissing. You lean in but sigh and pull back. “Don’t kiss Irén,” you start, wondering if maybe that’s what Flo is planning. “I know I did, but you can’t. If you’re going to kiss anyone, kiss Saoirse Ronan. Or Scarlett Johansson.”

“Both are like sisters to me,” Flo groans as if you should know this.

“To you. If you kiss them, I’m doing it indirectly.” She rolls her eyes and pretends she never heard that. “No, forget that. That means you’ve kissed—”

“Bring it up and I’ll never stand remotely close to you again.” Flo shudders and you decide that it’s her being cold, not disgusted. You find her hand, slipping your fingers between hers. They feel like home.

She exhales slowly and her breath brushes your neck. You sigh. “You don’t think you’re my type.” Flo is surprised; she wasn’t expecting something so earnest and serious to come out of your mouth. “Why?”

“I’m not wrong, though, am I?” You shrug because her question is irrelevant. To reiterate what you’ve asked her, you begin to repeat it, but she interrupts tentatively, “everyone I have ever seen you with has fit perfectly into your life… seamlessly. They’re not carbon copies of each other, but they are all your equals. They match you in intelligence and complexity, they have lives that are thrilling to hear about but not overly dramatic. They went to boarding schools and they vote for the Green Party because they’re influential enough for a stupid cross on a piece of paper to not matter and they want nothing more from life because they have it all.” Her list renders her on the verge of tears. “I don’t have that.”

“Yet I am not in a relationship with any of them, because someone with everything has nothing to lose.” People like that don’t realistically have time to love someone other than themselves, because in order to have everything for yourself, you’ve got to stop focusing on others. Too many girls have acted as if you were disposable (sometimes you enjoyed it, but that’s not the point). “You don’t need to fit into a category of my exes unless you want to become one, Florence.”

She laughs — a shaky, chesty sound — and manages to wipe the tears that now seem to be rolling down her cheeks without remorse. “I love when you call me Florence.” You raise your eyebrows. “Do it again.”

“Florence.”

“Ooh.” You smile. She seems happier. You know she’s not going to immediately listen to what you said, but eventually it will get through to her. “Also, sometimes I wonder if you’ve ever had to defend any other of your girlfriends that much to your family, and sometimes I feel like I’m just Toby’s little sister to you, and I hate how you pretend your work isn’t draining and that you don’t get tired like the rest of us humans. Oh, and I think about how your admirers must hate me for dating you because I was talking to my very own posh friend, believe it or not, and she said you used to be a sought after bachelorette—” Embarrassed, she cuts herself off. “Let’s have sex right now.”

“What?”

She definitely hasn’t been abducted by aliens; rambling is very much a trait of hers.

“No, ignore all of that emotional, sorry-for-myself stuff. I haven’t seen you for two very long days. The whole movie is fucked, and I’d like to be too.” She continues sputtering like a dying car, trying to explain her demand further, but you lower your gaze to the navy sweatshirt she’s wearing. Billie lifts her head, both of you turning her way once you hear the jingle of the tag on her collar, but reads the room quickly and (concerningly) easily and goes back to her snooze.

“Is this mine?” You tug gently at the fabric between her chest. Florence nods; she took it from you in July, when you wouldn’t have noticed its disappearance. “You decide this relationship is over and you still wear my clothes?”

“I didn’t want it to be over,” she replies, irked by the jab. “I don’t want it to ever be over.”

You smirk. You could apply that to another situation. She presses her lips to yours again, a steady kiss, a pleasurable one. It’s you who bites down on her bottom lip gently, and it’s you whose tongue is in her mouth, not the other way round.

Flo can’t help but wonder how you kissed Irén. Was it like this? Is the way you kiss her reused, was it ever even original? Maybe you kissed Irén like this before you ever thought about her own lips. No, that’s not something you’d do. The way you smile into her when she sighs and moans can’t be what you do for every girl you’ve ever kissed. You didn’t love them.

All you’re thinking about is a way to get the sweatshirt off her without stretching the fabric. It was expensive, and if it becomes any more baggy it will drown her.

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Despite the initial reaction, Florence allows for everything to be fixed pretty simply. Yes, she’ll secretly work through her emotions with Livvy, and you’ll do the same in your own way, but the relationship concerning the two of you seems to be strong enough to withstand two errors.

It takes two long conversations — one with Flo, one with Toby — to repair most of the damage, alongside a short phone call with Flo’s publicist, a woman who has no reason to like you and therefore does not, to convince her you’ll never be naughty again. Flo and you wonder if your relationship needs confirming, and after another phone call with her publicist, the woman acquiesces and allows her client to tell the world profoundly and proudly that the woman who fucks her is you. (She doesn’t exactly phrase it like that, but they all know.)

With that, it feels like she’s free to love you now, something that she hadn’t even realised had been restricting her. For instance, on a random Tuesday she throws jeans at you and takes you to a local restaurant, unafraid of the giggling teenage girls who approach to ask for a photo. You even take the photo.

Millie and you fly out to London a few days later, and you miss your girlfriend. She calls you during your meeting, the first time she’s had the chance in two days, and you end it to talk to her. No one appreciates that except for the two of you, but not a single soul dares to argue with your stern look.

You lean back against the leather desk chair, propping your legs up on the new glass table in the Chaos boardroom. “Hello,” you greet, smiling but not prepared to make the first needy comment. “You okay?”

“Yes!” She’s excited. It must be, what, four in the afternoon there? What could have possibly happened. “I have news. Good, great, FANTASTIC news.”

“Do tell.” You chuckle as she glazes over your tone.

“Justina called.”

Your silence isn’t promising at all. You find Flo’s words rather disappointing. You’d expected to hear she’d won an Oscar or something with that level of squealing. “Flossie, babe, I don’t know who Justina is. Why did she call?”

“Justina Blakeney, interior designer.” She sighs. “Y/n, the famous one who’s doing our flat.” Oh. Oh!

“Is she done?! Is it done?!”

“She said she’ll happily give you a tour today!” You wish Flo could be here to see it with you, because it’s something that should be done together. Your girlfriend picks up on your hesitation. “Hey, we’re wrapping next month. The London Film Festival is in October, so I get to be home for at least two weeks. You’re there now. Go look round, make it smell like you.”

“I’ll ring Toby to see if he’ll smoke with me.”

She laughs sarcastically, in a way that tells you to absolutely not do that. “Justina said to just meet her at the building. That way you can sort out the concierge service — you’ll be better at that than me.”

“Okay,” you agree, noticing the suits waiting outside. They try not to make it seem like they’re watching you, but they definitely are. Who is so important that the meeting ends early during a discussion about the entire management system? they must think. You roll your eyes. “I have to go. I will look around and sort everything once I am done with my meetings. Hopefully I can just go straight into working at the flat.”

“I’m glad it’s our flat.” You’ve set up a joint account for bills. Toby was in awe that she even got you to talk about money.

“Me too.” You can envision the way her soft, very kissable lips smile, hearing it in her voice. “I love you, yeah? Talk to you later.”

The meeting bursts back into session when they see you’ve hung up (technically it’s a new meeting, but it’s the same people talking about the same thing who have clearly all misheard your ‘this meeting has ended’ for ‘give me fifteen minutes and then continue to bore me to death’). You glance at Millie, satisfied with the notes she is taking.

Notes like that are handy, and you have her email them to you as you hail a black cab to take you to your new home.

It’s not too far from the Chaos head office, conveniently, and you know your city quite well. Especially seeing as it’s Holland Park, a twenty minute walk from your family home. That’s unfortunate because now you will have no excuse to avoid checking what has been stolen by the staff in the house.

You ask Flo why she bought a flat so close to where your mother lives, and Flo is in disbelief that your mother spends any time in the city, coming back at you with the question of her current location. Sheepishly, you text that she’s in Surrey, and find that your girlfriend does love to brag when she’s right. It’s not like Mum wants to see you anyway.

“Is this it?” the driver asks, his gruff voice sort of soothing once you realise what exactly you’re about to do. Not only is this the first permanent (to an extent) residence you will ever have, but it is shared with a woman you fall in love with more every time you think about her. Which is a lot. Meaning you love her a lot.

Justina, you presume, waves. You haven’t had a chance to look her up yet, and so you pretend not to see her for a moment, acting as if you are replying to a deathly important email, and search the web. Yes, that’s her. She’s American, she’s good at what she does. Known for colour. It comes as no surprise that Flo has chosen her, and you’re sure your girlfriend will adore the place.

“It’s so great to meet you!” she says enthusiastically when you emerge from the car. “Although, I did have to change half my designs when Flo called me. Congratulations. And props to you for letting her choose everything.”

You laugh. “I don’t mind what it looks like.” When you stay in hundreds of hotels, design becomes a blur. Nothing is special.

She leads you inside the building, giving you a brief rundown because they’ve been working on it for a while and seem to have good bearings if the happenings. There’s a swimming pool only accessible to the ten apartments in this block and a gym with new equipment. Justina mentions a cinema room, but doesn’t go into detail. You suppose Flo has designed your own private place to watch really, really bad horror movies — anything else is ‘watched’ in various states of undress paired with very inappropriate noises and activities.

Justina talks during the journey up the lift. “This place is pretty new. We looked at a few townhouses together, but she wanted a very specific vibe, and this place was great. I mean, your apartment has tons of space, and the whole complex is beautiful.” You nod. You know how to deal with interior designers and architects and such because of the hotels. “And we went for something really colourful.”

“How much designing did Flo do?” When did she do it? They’ve been working on this place forever. Flo is very particular and surprisingly fussy when it comes to her first-ever, real flat.

“Quite a lot!” Justina says happily, proud of her client’s enthusiasm. The doors ping open into a corridor with glass walls and plants everywhere you look. You walk a few paces forward, and then Justina turns right. Your new home has a hot pink front door.

“She definitely chose that.” It’s almost like Valentino paid her to do it. You smile. “Fifth floor.” You commit that to memory (it’s not difficult) and wait for Justina to pat herself down, presumably to find the keys. She pulls out a small keychain, handing it to you.

“It’s your place,” she explains. You grin. She didn’t expect you to show much emotion, but her heart grows from your pure, unbridled joy.

The door swings open and you feel consumed by Flo. Like, how will you ever miss her? The flat is her essence; her heart and soul. There’s a grand piano in the living room, a record player beside it. The sofas are all a different colour; green velvet to brown leather. Justina gives you a little tour, and you hang onto her every word, in awe of the place. Your place.

There are three bedrooms; yours and two for guests. Both guest bedrooms are safe from the speaker system in place, connected to the record player and your phones, and have views of the park. They smell like lavender, you note, and Justina is thrilled that you pick up on that. Each room has its own lavender bush.

Eventually, you get to your bedroom. On the outside, the door is the same black-painted wooden one that the other rooms have, but it’s deep blue on the inside.

Your bedroom is large but cosy, with a TV against one wall with a sofa facing it, and a bathroom on the other side.

The bed itself is massive and high up, and when you sit it feels like diving into a cloud. Justina clears her throat and glances upwards. You follow her eyes.

Flo has put mirrors on the ceiling.

You blush. “I gather she designed this one?” Justina nods.

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“So where are you right now?” Flo is enjoying the modern technology that is FaceTime.

“The study. I’m supposed to be working.” As if your laptop is even open.

“I love what she’s done with the wallpaper. It’s beautiful.” It’s funky. “Is it practical, the room? Everything works?” For someone so far from a job like yours, she understands the office necessities. Maybe she memorised what goes in there while coaxing you out of the hotel’s version with varying methods on many occasions.

“Yes, it all works. I’ve sorted your clothes out roughly, and I need to start collecting mine when we stay at the hotels.” Your wardrobe is currently what’s in your suitcase. Chaos London has a few items you’d like to bring back, but you’re sure you have enough clothes between Budapest and Flo’s wardrobe to keep you going for a long time. “The mirrors on the ceiling were a nice touch.”

She smirks. “Can’t wait to be freed from the deadest book on Earth.” Dune is okay. You read it and it was so long. She tried and ended up on top of you with the book thrown across the room and the page number lost; a perfect excuse to never pick it up again.

“I bet I could fund a movie for you,” you brag, enjoying the look of horror that she gives you. “Can you imagine the headlines? Are you a gold digger or am I after fame?” Your joke has a truth to it, that lingers bitterly at the back of your throat. That’s what people currently like to debate. To them, your relationship can only be a play for power.

“On Saturday, I’m bringing Billie to you. She needs to get used to home.” You smile. Home. It’s home.

“And you? We need to christen every possible surface as soon as the universe allows us.”

“Latest I can book a flight for is Sunday evening. Up for a challenge?”

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 2 months

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Drugs, Thugs and Pilot Kelson Hugs: Part 5 - Final

Pairing: Pilot Kelson x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sexual Themes, a lot of Fluff, Alcohol, Drugs

Summary: Life is going perfectly for you and Pilot, and it’s just about to get better. (A sickly fluffy chapter)

- Part 4 Here -

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18+ only beyond this point

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8 months later, you and Pilot were comfortably settled in your new home. A cute little white bungalow near the beach, with a pretty little green garden where you could plant flowers and herbs.

You both found jobs you enjoyed and spent your free time exploring your new home city.

You were hopelessly and head over heels in love with one another, and every day felt like a dream come true. Sleeping in the same bed every night was a challenge, not much sleeping to be had.

You had decided to throw a get together for your friends back in Vegas, they were all due to come and stay the weekend and you decided it would be a good idea to host a barbecue.

You were both excited to see everyone for the first time in 8 months, and went all out with food and decorations and blow up beds. Pilot especially wanted everything to be perfect.

The weekend rolled around and the morning of the barbecue was busy, with you both running around to get the house ready and prep food.

You had bought a pretty new dress especially for the occasion and Pilot got a haircut for the first time in ages, you both felt good.

“Hey honey, have you seen my new white shirt anywhere?” Pilot asked as he rushed around the house, looking underneath cushions and behind boxes.

“Yeah it’s in dryer, should be done now.” You said as you finished prepping your salad for the barbecue.

“Thanks beautiful.” He said kissing your cheek as he passed you. He seemed on edge and you thought perhaps he was nervous to see Jack after so long.

“Hey, hey come here…” you cooed, slowing him down. “You nervous to see everyone? You seem on edge.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his broad neck. His expression softened and he smiled down at you, kissing your nose.

“Yeah, just a little nervous to see everyone. Excited but… it’s been a while.”

You nodded, you were filled with nervous excitement too.

“It’s gonna be great. We’ll have a lot of fun once everyone’s here.”

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Everyone had finally arrived by 5pm and your get together was in full swing. The barbecue alight and drinks flowing, everyone catching up. You all laughed and hugged and reminisced and it felt like no time had passed.

Pilot stood behind you, an arm wrapped around your chest as you spoke to Jack and Cassie, who had decided to buy a campervan and explore the country. You discussed all the places they planned to visit and made plans to join them for the holidays. You could feel Pilot pressing himself up against you and he would sneak chaste kisses to your neck, sending goosebumps up your spine.

Once Jack and Cassie left to grab another drink and speak to Mason, Pilot pulled you inside.

“Hey! What are you doing?” You giggled, as he pushed you gently up against the kitchen wall.

“I miss you.” He mumbled, before kissing your neck, under your ear and then finally your lips. You moaned.

“But I’ve been with you the whole night.” You laughed, fingering the top button of his crisp, white shirt.

“I know but… I miss you.” He said, one of his hands trailing up your thigh and under your dress.

You smacked his hand lightly as you looked around to make sure no one was around.

“Babe we can’t, our friends are outside.” You flushed, partly out of excitement and partly out of embarrassment. He kissed your neck again, harder this time, nipping at the delicate skin. You moaned louder, unable to contain yourself.

His hands slipped back up your thigh and under your dress again, toying with the band of your underwear. You threw your head back, desperate to go further but terrified someone would walk in at any moment.

“Pilot…” you whispered, your fingers tangling in his hair as he licked up your neck and nipped at your jaw.

“Hmmm?” He moaned, his fingers had now slid under your panties and were making quick work slipping in and out of you. You pulled his face to yours and kissed him hard, stifling a loud moan and you brought a leg to wrap around him. He ground his hips into you as he added a second finger, his other hand on your hip, steadying you.

Just then, something slipped out of his pocket and clattered to the floor.

“Shit.” He mumbled, quickly but gently pulling his fingers out of you and scrambling to pick up the object.

“What is it?” You breathed, immediately missing the contact he had so rudely taken away.

“Nothing.” He said with this back turned, inspecting the object.

“No seriously, what is it?” You asked, curiously, walking around to see what he was holding.

You gasped lightly when you saw the small box in his hand, which he tried to hide quickly. Once he noticed you had seen it, he knew the jig was up.

He turned to look at you sheepishly. “I was going to wait until later tonight… but I guess now is as good a time as any.” He chuckled nervously.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as you realised what was happening.

Pilot looked into your eyes, before slowly dropping to one knee.

“I’ll save all the mushy crap, you know it all by heart now anyway as I tell you every day how much I love you.” He laughed, “But I will say that this passed year has been the lightest and fullest year of my life. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else, and I don’t even want to.” He breathed.

You stood over Pilot with tears in your eyes, as he opened and lifted the little black velvet box, displaying a beautiful, delicate little diamond ring.

“Oh Pilot…” you breathed.

“Will you marry me, (Y/N)?” He asked, his voice shaky and his cobalt eyes wet with impending tears.

You laughed and nodded, “Of course I’ll marry you.” Pilot let out a relieved breath, as he slid the ring on your finger.

You grinned, “You remember that time at my work event, when you called me Mrs Kelson?” You chuckled, staring at the ring and then at your fiancé.

He nodded, a smile spreading over his face.

“Well that’s when I decided I liked the idea of being married to you. And you remember that time outside the chapel on the strip? When you joked about getting married there some day? Elvis Impersonator and all?…That’s when I decided if you ever asked, I would say yes.” You grinned.

Pilots bottom lip quivered as he tried not to cry, “I wasn’t joking. I knew then and there I was gonna marry you someday.”

You chuckled as your tears spilled over, and Pilot stood and kissed you deeply. When he pulled away eventually, you noticed Pilot looking behind you through the big glass sliding doors out into the garden.

You turned to see all of your friends on the other side, watching the proposal. The boys gave thumbs up and the girls were in tears, everyone cheering you on. You and Pilot smiled from ear to ear as he picked you up, carrying you to the door and then outside. You all celebrated that night until the sun rose on the horizon.

You all slept off your hangovers the next day, dreaming of the night you had just had, with the people in your life that you loved.

You dreamed of Pilot and the future you would have, and Pilot finally knew where his life was going, and he was happy. Truly happy for the first time in his life.

The end.

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Notes: Thank you to everyone who reads my silly little stories ❤️ it’s just fun to get them out of my head and into words!

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jargonbyjulia · 11 months

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“It’s impossible!”

I’ve heard the saying, “Mums get no days off.” It’s true and it isn’t. I know a couple of mums that get plenty of days off, with health retreats throughout the year, child-free holidays, and so on. Sometimes days off seem IMPOSSIBLE. Even getting through some days seems impossible. I get a few hours to myself; I like to get my nails done, and tomorrow I have a first hair appointment in six months - shock horror!

I have a two and a five year old, and I work part time. On Thursdays I work at home, and I like to think of that as my day “off”. I work in peace, I play my own music, I answer only to the ding of Teams’ notifications, emails and my stomach rumbles. Today is Thursday, and I had my two year old home sick from daycare. It’s barely just winter, and we’ve been knocked out at least twice already. I did my best to keep her entertained while I caught up on the work I started Tuesday, where seven meetings had me pretty tied up. We were doing fine, and she was enjoying being home with me, watching Peppa Pig on repeat, and eating through the snack shelf of the pantry.

At 11:00am, my daughter’s school called asking if I could pick up my preppy as she had a headache, fever and sore tummy. So I alerted work, bundled up my toddler and ran to the rescue. She wasn’t well, at all. We made her warm and gave her medicine, and suddenly it was 11:30am, which means nap time for the little one. I quickly answered emails, started writing an article and reviewed some work. I made sure miss five was comfortable and then put miss two down for her nap. After that, I made a quick couple of sandwiches for us, and ate at my desk. While answering 785 questions, including “How do you spell chicken?” and “What is 78 plus 802?” (from my child, not a colleague), I worked through my list for the day, trying my hardest to focus on the tasks at hand. Suddenly it’s 1:45pm and my two year old is awake, and I break my focus. Now it’s time to prepare her food and get her playing happily with her sister. It’s much easier than I had thought, so I can get back to my work. By 3pm, she’s sitting on my lap tapping away at the keys on my computer, asking why I have a spare TV (my second computer monitor) and she just has a lousy plastic phone with dead batteries.

The dog is whining as he hasn’t had a walk all day. My husband left for work at 8:30am, and he won’t be back until we are asleep at 10pm. Miss five goes downhill as suddenly as Melbourne’s morning temperatures, and needs her fever brought down, so there’s no leaving the house. I’m starting to think getting through this day is impossible, but we push through with more snacks, YouTube kids and a cranked heater.

At 4:30pm I’m cooking lamb chops from Monday and drafting my weekly wrap-up for work.

My phone rings. My husband asks, “How was your day?” I sigh and say it was busy. I read some feedback about my work as the kids eat dinner in front of the fire I made by rubbing two sticks together because everyone is “SO COLD!” and I take a breath. Only a quick one though, as I need to run the bath for two girls who identify solely as mermaids and then hit send on one more message before the end of the working day. COB they call it; Close of Business. (Mums don’t really have a COB though, do they?!)

I haven’t had a shower all day, and it’s 6:20pm. My youngest just shut her head in the fridge trying to make imaginary apple pie for the dog, there’s a full basket of clean laundry waiting to be folded on the kitchen table and I think the wombok I was relying on to substitute as salad leaf for my dinner is growing babies. But gosh, somehow I feel accomplished. There’s ice cream on the couch slowly seeping into the earth under our home, the iPads are dead and I am tired, so tired. But I’ve nearly ticked everything off my work to-do list, and, apart from fridge-headgate, the girls are now content, warm, full, laughing, and nearly ready for bed.

Mums do get days off, but not me today. And that’s ok! We got through it. I’m forever grateful for an extremely supportive workplace who understand what people, and mums, go through on a daily basis. No one pressured me to hit unrealistic deadlines, and everyone understood what I was going through, or at least sympathised or empathised with me. And in the end, it just makes me want to work smarter, and harder. In all aspects of my life.

There will be a glass or four poured tonight, and I’d say they are well deserved. I’ve just realised baby mermaid is due for her antibiotics, so I’ll end with one of our favourite Peppa Pig quotes, “It’s impossible!”

But really Peppa, NOTHING is impossible.

#momlife #mumlife #life #love #peppa pig #kids #dailyquote

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twice-inamillion · 1 year

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Sana’s Birthday Wish p.2

Part 162 (TIS)

It’s been a couple of days since Sana and Jihyo had the talk. Sana has been trying to keep calm and not pressure Jihyo as much but she can’t hold herself.

She would hint at it by making most of her conversation on baby talk or would be holding one of the babies whenever Jihyo was near. “Ahh i could imagine Jisoo being my bundle of joy” as she is tickling Jisoo with Jihyo near by.

Jihyo on the other hand is conflicted because she understands the wanting of being a mother but at the same doesn’t want to exploit y/n as a breeding horse. She doesn’t know what kind of relationship sana and y/n will have if they do produce a child, which worries her.

It’s a day before Sana’s birthday and the members are gather around for dinner. Since they have been really busy from the holidays and Jisoo’s birthday, today has been a day a relaxing day.

All the members are seated at the table and are enjoying the take out food. There are multiple types of cuisines spread around the table.

All the members are eating and enjoying something different for a chance. The babies on the other hand are asleep on patted floor.

Everything is going well until someone asks sana are you excited for your birthday tomorrow, Sana?”

“Yes! I’m really excited. I’m hoping for some good news, right jihyo?”

Being caught off guard, jihyo replies “uhh, yeah… some good news” while everyone looks confused.

“Anyways, one of my close friends from japan opened a small boutique here in Seoul and i was wondering if you all would like to come with me” she asked.

“Ohh, what kind of boutique is it?” asked Nayeon.

“Her shop sells clothing, accessories and some handmade clothes” she replied.

The members talk amongst each other and agree to go with Sana.

“By the way, my friend reversed the place for us, so we can go without worrying about running into anyone. Will you come with us Dahyun?

“Yes, i would be happy too. I can finally go out for a bit. Thank you sana” says dahyun.

“Okay, if that is the case, can you drive us there y/n?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not but we will need to take two cars” you reply.

“I can drive as well. This will give us the chance to drive the new suv we bought” said jihyo.

“Thats true, we haven’t been able to drive it around too much. It would be a nice opportunity for us to go out again as a group.

“Okay! Mini day trip!” yells chaeyoung.

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It’s a bit before noon and all of the members are ready to leave. The babies are dressed and fed.

Everyone places chooses their seats in the two vehicles they will be traveling in. You the driver of the mini van, while jihyo the driver of the suv.

The children are placed in their car seats and bags on the floor. Everyone else is seated in their seats. (Minivan: y/n, Nayeon, Mina, Jisoo, Ari, Hina, and Jeongyeon ) (SUV: Jihyo, Sana, Dahyun, Momo, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu)

You all then head on the road for the hour trip to Seoul. Once you all arrive to the location the members get off and say goodbye to you until its time to go back home.

“Call us if you need anything okay” jihyo. “You need to behave well Ari and Hina” said Mina. “Remember Jisoo, you’re the oldest sister, maker sure to listen to daddy” said Jihyo.

Then wave goodbye as they you pull out from the parking lot and head for the nearest park before heading to see Jihyo’s parents.

Once the car is gone, the members are greeted by Santa’s friend Masan. “Sana!! It’s been so long! Happy Birthday!” ask they greet each other with hugs and kisses. “It’s been so long, I’m happy that you invited me and my members to your store.” “It’s no issue, I’ve been wanting to invite you ever since we decided to open a location here in Seoul.”

“Anyways, welcome to my boutique. You are all welcomed to look around and try on anything you like” as she leads everyone inside from the back entrance.

“Woah it’s so nice and pretty” said Tzuyu as she walks towards the first clothing racks. “What’s this?” she ask as she points to the small pieces of clothing.

“It’s lingerie!” says sana. “Yes, I own a lingerie boutique” said Masan.

The members are shocked from the news as it’s unexpected. “Let’s go lingerie shopping!” says Sana enthusiastically.

A couple of hours have passed and you get a call from jihyo, letting you know that it is time to pick them up. You say your goodbyes to Jihyo’s grandparents and head back to the boutique you dropped from off at.

You arrive to the backside of the parking lot and text them that you have arrived. They come out of the back entrance in laughter as the one by one get into their respective cars.

Once you arrive to the house you begin to prepare the main dish for Santa’s birthday dinner while the rest get ready. With some help fro the members you are able to finish early than expected.

Everyone gathers around and begins to talk about their experience at Masan’s boutique and how much fun they had. Sana thanks the members for spending the day with her during her birthday.

Chaeyoung asks “are you going to be using it anytime soon, sana?” as she laughs. “I think i might be using it earlier that expected, right Jihyo?” says sana as she gives jihyo a wink. “Haha stop, sana. You’re too much” says Jihyo.

The dinner ends on a good note and jeongyeon heads to the kitchen to bring out the birthday cake, while nayeon turns off the lights. Jeongyeon lights up the candles and walks towards the table to place it in front of sana.

“Happy Birthday, to you Sana!” as all the members sing the happy birthday song to her.

Sana stares at the candles as momo asks “what are you going to wish for sana chan?”

“My wishes have been coming reality everyday as i am with all of you, my loved ones, my family. I do have one special wish that I really want for it to come true” as she looks intensely. “What is your wish” asks jeongyeon.

A long pause before she finally lets it all out and says “I want a baby!” as she blows the candles.

The members look at each other with surprise as they don’t think they understood sana correctly. Jeongyeon says “wait what did you say sana? I don’t think we hear you correctly.” Sana again responds with “I want a baby. I want to have a baby of my own.” What do you mean you want to have a baby, with who?” asks jeongyeon.

Everyone turns their heads as Sana points at you. They look at each other in shock from what is happening. Sana breaks the ice as she says “i want y/n to give me a baby. Will you let y/n breed me, jihyo?” Again the member’s heads immediately turn to the opposite side of the table towards jihyo, waiting for her response.

A long silence, no sound until Tzuyu says “What’s breeding?” Everyone looks at Tzuyu with innocence from her silly question. “We can talk about it later, tzuyu” says mina. “Breeding is when a man dumps his cum inside of a woman and purposefully gets her pregnant” says momo bluntly. “So sana unnie is asking Jihyo unnie for permission to have y/n put a baby in her?” asks Tzuyu. “Yup, that’s right” says chaeyoung.

“So what’s it going to be Jihyo? Can y/n breed me and fulfill my birthday wish” asks sana. Everyone looks at Jihyo for her response, until she finally breaks her silence and says ‘y.. yes. Yes… he can.”

“What the f…k” says jeongyeon as she is visibly upset from jihyo’s response but her anger is quickly overwhelmed by sana’s scream of happiness.

“Omg omg…. Thank you so much jihyo!” as sana rushes towards jihyo to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Some of the other members are still in disbelief on what just happened. Tzuyu then asks “so if we want to do breeding i just ask jihyo unnie too?” Momo bursts out in laugher and says “poor Tzuyu you don’t have to think about it, you’re still too young for that.”

“So when is it going to happen? asks chaeyoung. Sana turns to chaeyoung and says “of course it’s going to happen today, i want to get my birthday gift tonight” while turning towards you.

“Make sure you’re ready y/n, i bought some new lingerie just for this occasion.”

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If You Look In The Mirror And Don't Like What You See

Word Count: 8,316 words. Notes: ~ Title from: "The End" by My Chemical Romance. ~ Mentions of body image issues, but we don't delve too deeply into that. It's not too descriptive.

[This one got a little long, but never mind.] I think this might be pretty canon. I haven't really decided. My timeline is a little -wriggles hand- wibbly wobbly in some aspects. Anyway: In which an innocent comment from their daughter leaves both parents second guessing themselves a little bit.

~#~#~#~

My Chemical Romance go on a hiatus after The World Contamination Tour. Everyone has other projects that they want to work on; other music and comics for the most part, and, not only that, most of them have kids they want to spend time with. Shelly had Melody towards the end of the tour - she had to miss the last few months of it after all; first because she couldn’t fly while she was so far along (and more to the point, she didn’t really want to because it was exhausting.) And second, because she had a baby! You can’t really travel with a newborn, and even if you could, you couldn’t really tour with a newborn. And, again, she really didn’t want to. She had her husband home for a bit over the holidays, he was also there when Melody was born, and she was appreciative of that. Neither of them really totally liked him having to disappear for a little bit after Christmas, but Gerard and the others still had some shows to play, and she fully supported that. It wouldn’t be fair to the fans if they just… Pulled out of those last shows. She never ever would’ve dreamt of suggesting that, and she most certainly wouldn’t’ve endorsed it had someone else suggested it either - she had still been mentally in manager mode for some of the time; she still thought about the fans while trying to navigate the early days of first time motherhood. After that, they just spent time together, away from the public for the most part, raising their daughter, and Gerard focused on comics until Hesitant Alien happened. Shelly had their son, Zack Anthony during the Hesitant Alien Era. Then after that tour, Gerard returned home, and started to hide away from the public again to focus on his family and their new baby. It was during that time that he fell more into himself, so to speak. He was much less focused on being “picture perfect ready” - clean shaven all the time and in touring shape. Instead, he focused much more on just being a dad and a husband.

[At this point in time, Zack’s obviously not a baby anymore, and Melody is a couple of years older than him.]

Melody spent one day mostly just staring at her dad. When he was busy giving her brother some attention, she toddled over to Shelly and gently tugged on her clothes.

“Mama?”

“Yes baby?”

“Is daddy magic?”

Shelly stopped what she was doing and looked at her daughter. “Hm?”

“Daddy is magic, isn’t he?”

Shelly glanced over to where Gerard was playing with their son. She smiled. “I’ve always thought so. But why do you think so?”

“Daddy looks like a wi…” Melody paused as she struggled, just a little bit, with the next word. “Wizard.”

Shelly giggled. “Mm! He does, doesn’t he!”

“And they’re magic.”

Shelly managed to pick her daughter up, though that was getting super hard for her now she was getting a bit older, and took her over to her dad and brother.

“Daddy!”

Gerard looked up and smiled. “Hey pumpkin.”

“Daddy I know,” Melody held her arms out for Gerard to take her, and he did. Shelly, meanwhile, picked up Zack, who snuggled into her happily.

Gerard looked curious. “What do you know, pumpkin?”

“That you’re magic.”

Gerard’s curious look softened and he looked at his daughter, so full of love. “I am?”

“You’re a magic wi- wizard, daddy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Melody nodded eagerly and planted a big kiss on Gerard’s cheek. “Love you daddy!”

He beamed but kissed her little cheek in response. “And I love you too, pumpkin.”

Shelly watched this interaction while cuddling with their son. She giggled softly and kissed Zack’s cheek.

“Your sister is very much a daddy’s girl,” she said softly to the young boy. “But that’s okay. I think you’re very much a mama’s boy.”

Zack giggled and snuggled against his mother.

“As long as you don’t get bullied for it later on in life,” Shelly mused softly. “I hope I don't end up being an overbearing boy-mom. I don’t want to make your life difficult…”

“Love you mama,” Zack said softly, completely oblivious to her musings. He could just hear the sound of her voice, even if he didn’t really pick up on the words, exactly. Her voice was soothing to him.

“Oh, baby, I love you too.”

Gerard made his way over to sit with his wife and his son. He put Melody down next to her mother before sitting so Melody was snuggled between her parents.

“Hey pumpkin,” Shelly shifted so she could stroke her daughter’s hair with one hand, while her other arm was still around her son.

“Mama!” Melody cuddled against her mom and giggled when Shelly kissed the top of her head. “Mama, are you magic too?”

“Hmm,” Shelly settled with her kids. “I’m not sure sweetheart.”

“Daddy thinks mama is magic,” Gerard said, shuffling closer so he could kiss his wife.

“That’s because Daddy is very biased,” Shelly said, humming as he kissed her cheek.

“Daddy isn’t biased,” Gerard grinned. “Daddy is very right. Mama has always been magic. Daddy has only recently gained his magic.”

“Oh, nonsense,” Shelly shook her head.

Melody giggled at the happy sound of her mother’s voice but then moved to snuggle against her father. Gerard kissed the top of her head.

“I think they might be done playing for a little bit,” Shelly said softly to him. “So maybe it’s time to do something quieter?”

“Mm, we can do that.”

“Though,” Shelly glanced down at her son, who was settled with his head against her chest, clinging onto her top just a little bit. “I think Zack might end up having a nap.”

Almost as if on cue, Melody let out a little yawn, cuddled up against Gerard’s arm.

“I think someone else might end up napping too,” Gerard said with a slight grin. “Isn’t that right, pumpkin?”

“Nuh daddy, I’m not tired.”

“Mm hm, mama believes you,” Shelly glanced up at the clock on the wall before addressing Gerard again. “I don’t think a nap will hurt them later. I could probably do with one.”

Gerard frowned and instinctively checked Shelly’s forehead. “Are you not sleeping well, love?”

“I don’t know, I thought I was.”

“Well, it never hurts for you to rest with the babies,” he said quietly before stroking Melody’s hair. “Pumpkin, do you wanna have a rest with mama? And Zack?”

“Not tired,” she mumbled, sounding very much the opposite.

“You don’t have to sleep sweetie,” Shelly watched Gerard take their son. “You can just lie with mama and have some cuddles, yeah?”

“Okay mama.”

Gerard chuckled and watched his wife rearrange herself on their large couch, making sure that she’d have enough space for both kids to cuddle up with her. It was at times like this that he was glad that he’d gone with her choice of couch. It had been maybe a bit big for the pair of them when they first got it, but now they had kids? It was perfect for them all to sit on and to snuggle up close together. Napping on the couch always felt easier than napping in or on a bed. It felt easier to get up after a nap on the couch.

Once Shelly was settled, Gerard put Zack back down and Melody started to cuddle up against her mother. Or she would’ve done had she not sat back up quickly and looked around as if looking for something. Shelly frowned a little, and Gerard realised what she was looking for quicker; looking over to one of the chairs to find one of her favourite stuffed animals almost hiding behind a cushion.

“Thank you daddy,” Melody took it from him before snuggling down properly.

“Any time pumpkin,” Gerard covered them with one of the blankets they kept on the couch.

“What’re you gonna do, love?” Shelly asked.

“I might potter around a bit, tidy a little.”

“Music please?” Zack asked so quietly that Shelly almost didn’t hear it.

“Daddy, can you put that music on?”

Gerard hummed and went to fiddle with the stereo. Not too long later, one of their burnt cds started playing - some kinda instrumental versions of songs the pair of adults liked that the kids didn’t seem to mind.

“Thank you daddy,” Melody piped up quietly before burying herself under the blanket and against her mother.

“Thanks love,” Shelly hummed as Gerard leant down to kiss her. “You sure you don’t want to join us? We can make room.”

“I’m alright,” he kissed the top of each of his kids’ heads before kissing Shelly’s forehead. “I promise. Is there anything specific that you want me to do while you rest?”

Shelly thought about it before shaking her head. “No, I don’t think so. Maybe just… Don’t stress yourself? Don’t strain yourself.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Gerard smiled down at the kids as they both clung to their mother a bit more, and he lowered his voice. “Sorry. I’ll leave you to rest.”

“You don’t have to avoid the room completely,” Shelly said, her volume matching his, having glanced down as her children had moved. “I wish you were cuddled up with us though.”

“Next time,” Gerard kissed her forehead again and adjusted the blankets some more. “I promise.”

“Hmn,” Shelly yawned a little. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“You can hold me whenever and wherever you like.”

She giggled and shooed him away. He did as he was told, but only after giving her a quick peck on the lips and exchanging soft “I love you”s first. Then and only then did he wander off to go and do some tidying up around the home - that would be something less for her to do when she woke up with the kids. He only ever wanted to help her - he tried to keep their relationship as equal as he could, doubly so when he was home. Even more so if she wasn’t doing too well - if she seemed to be getting a bit run down, or if she was getting sick. Not that she ever told him about that; she’d normally just neck some medication and get on with things. Gerard was sometimes a bit embarrassed to admit that it could take him a day or two to notice if Shelly was getting sick. Especially if she was trying to power through it. But as soon as he noticed, he took over as much as he could.

He enjoyed cleaning up after his family, actually - their messes reminded him of them, that they were there, that they were real. He loved that reminder. Even if that did sometimes manifest in finding a random children’s toy (normally a stuffed animal of some description, because both of his kids had plenty of those. Hell, even his wife had her own fair share) amongst his sheets when he went to bed at night. That animal would then normally be put on a bedside table or quietly taken in to the child who had left it behind. He honestly never minded though.

That day was no exception, actually. He liked tidying up after his kids, because it meant that he could see where their headspaces were - that is, he could tell what moods they were in and what they were interested in by what they were playing or drawing. He could tell similar things about his wife by the doodles she left lying around - either by the phone or on the pad on the fridge, or even by what she doodled when she sat down to draw and/or colour with the kids. Although, most of the time, when he and Shelly settled down in the evening after the kids had been put to bed, she would often cuddle up with him and talk about what was on her mind then. So, in all honesty, he didn’t really need to worry about what her doodling was about. He could guess, but she would normally tell him when she got the chance.

They did have to prompt the kids sometimes though, but that was alright, that was expected. They were both still so young; they hadn’t learnt about any of that yet; about how to properly talk about what was bothering them. But they’d learn, especially with Shelly as their mom. Gerard knew that she was going to raise them so, so damn well. If his kids were even a fraction like their mother… Then he’d be incredibly happy. They were going to be so… Well adjusted. They were going to be such good little humans, being raised with Shelly as their mom.

Naturally, he would do his part, of course he would, he helped make the kids after all, parenting was a joint responsibility. But. He knew that it was more… Natural for children to go to their mom first, for a mom to do the majority of the parenting - especially in regards to the emotional labour. Of course he’d do as much as he could, of course. He loved his wife and his kids and loved raising them. But if they only ever took away traits and habits and advice from their mama… He wouldn’t be mad.

So Gerard pottered around, tidied the house (not that there was an awful lot of mess to begin with, really) and even jotted down a few dinner ideas for later on - he and Shelly would discuss that later. She might already have a plan, he wasn’t entirely sure. And it would be totally okay if she did already have an idea. But, in case she didn’t, he was more than happy to throw some ideas into the discussion pot to help her out.

Once he had done enough, he found his current read and crept back into the living room to check on his family. They were still asleep, both the kids snuggled up as close as they could get to Shelly, who had her arms around them quite tightly; she was even gripping their clothes a little bit. And that always made Gerard’s heart swell a bit, because she was just so… Protective of them. Which was fully understandable! She had been incredibly protective of them as a band (which was quite delightful, actually. Seeing her go to bat for them was Quite Something Else. It certainly made him feel good at the time). It was more than natural that she was going to be even more so over her own children.

Gerard settled in one of the chairs with his book and some water, more than happy to just sit and read, maybe scroll on the internet here and there, while his family rested.

He was still there when Shelly woke up a little while later. She was normally the first to wake anyway, especially around the kids. She always made some kind of quiet, almost confused sounding noise when she woke up - she always had done ever since Gerard had first been around her in this situation. The noise she made didn’t always sound confused, but it did a lot of the time. Normally because she had to try and remember where she was - and that had been especially true on the road.

Gerard heard his wife make her usual sleepy noise and put his book down to get up and go over to her. She made another sleepy noise when she saw him, though this one sounded happier instead of more confused and he leant down to kiss her forehead.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hey,” she murmured.

“You need me to take one?” He nodded to the kids.

“Mm, I think I need to go and pee.”

Gerard chuckled and managed to scoop up their son while Shelly gently untangled herself from their daughter so she could get up from the couch and trot off to the bathroom. Once Shelly had moved, Gerard put Zack back down with his sister before he sat with his kids. He didn’t want to try and wake them just yet, in case Shelly wanted them to stay asleep for a bit longer. And if she didn’t? Sometimes it was easier to wake them together.

“Hi,” Shelly repeated softly when she returned. “They not awake?”

Gerard shook his head. “No, I didn’t know if you wanted them awake yet.”

“I think it might be best to, they won’t sleep later if they sleep for any longer now,” Shelly hummed down at her sleeping children. “I think maybe we can play a game together when they wake, unless they want to do something else that isn’t too rowdy, and that’ll take us up until dinner?”

“That sounds like a good idea, love. We’ll wake the kids now?”

~#~#~#~

Later on when the kids had gone to bed, after an afternoon of some good quality time with both parents (something that they all relished when it happened) Gerard found himself in his office, looking for something. He then found himself face to face with some of the framed record achievements on the walls - which were accompanied by band photos from the time. He frowned a little bit, seeing part of his reflection in the glass.

Melody’s innocent comment came back to him and he frowned even more, looking at the photos of the band - this one was from later on in the Black Parade era. He knew that much because his hair was black again and longer instead of short and platinum. It was definitely before he and Shelly got engaged - he didn’t quite have that… What did Shelly call it? That glow about him; the glow of a man who had finally had all the puzzle pieces fall into place.

Later on, just after Melody was born, Shelly had been looking back on photos of this era - both before and after ProRev - for that was when the glow really was the strongest, and she had lightly teased him about… Something about how it was pregnant women who were supposed to glow? He’d gone on to tease her, gently, right back. It had been after meeting Frank’s twins that Gerard had changed his tune from “I have to marry her someday” to “I have to marry her now” after all. So he’d tease her about “well, it’s close enough! This was when my desire to marry you and have kids with you kicked in so…”

That had always seemed to amuse her.

But, that era? Especially during the ‘suited and booted’ ness of ProRev (Shelly had been incredibly appreciative of his three piece suits around then; of him in suits in general, actually, Gerard remembered that with a smile). That era had been… He’d felt so good about himself, about his career, about his whole life. And about where his life was going, providing everything went to plan (which clearly it did).

It wasn’t that he didn’t feel good about his life now - of course he did! He was married to an incredible, supportive woman, who had given him two beautiful children. He’d been able to make music with his best friends for a very long time, and actually, his comic career was going quite well. It was just… His current self he wasn’t entirely happy with.

That is what Shelly found when she went to find him; him frowning at his reflection in the glass of one of the records hung on the office wall.

“Darling?” She said softly, staying in the doorway.

“Do you still find me attractive, Shell?”

“Do I…?” Shelly frowned, trailing off and sounding confused by the question, and crossed the room to see him as he turned around. “Of course I do.”

“You don’t think I look old?” He looked at her as she made her way over to him. “You don’t think I’ve let myself go?”

Shelly stopped in front of her husband and sort of just stared up at him.

“Let yourself go?” She snorted. “God no. You’re fine, babe. You’re a dad, not a stage persona. It’s okay to look like that,” she moved closer and smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. “You can pick up your children and run around after them to play. You’re healthy, love. That’s all I care about.”

“I feel like I could look better though,” he admitted. “And I’m getting so grey.”

Shelly snorted again and tucked some hair behind his ear. “Not grey. Silver. Silver fox.”

“Melody thinks I look like a wizard.”

“No, Melody thinks you’re magic. And the only thing she associates with magic at the moment is a wizard,” Shelly paused and smiled a little. “Maybe that’s your fault for showing her part of The Lord of the Rings.”

Gerard couldn’t help it. He giggled.

“But it’s a compliment honey, you know she utterly adores you. You’re her superhero.”

Gerard just hummed.

“You have to remember,” Shelly continued softly. “You once thought you’d never get out of New Jersey, you once thought you’d never survive this long.”

He could hear the pain in her voice with those words, and he hugged her tighter. “It’s alright love, I’m alright. I’m so glad I was wrong, because I have you, my gorgeous and tolerant wife, and two beautiful babies.”

Shelly snuggled into him a bit. “The silver is a trophy Gee.”

“Not as much of a trophy as you and the kids.”

She leant up and kissed him, smiling when his hands went to the small of her back so he could pull her against him a bit more.

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered.

Gerard could feel himself blushing. “No.”

“Yeah I am! Besides, if anyone’s let themselves go a bit, it’s me.”

Gerard looked at her like she’d grown three heads. “Are you insane?”

Shelly rubbed the back of her neck. “Well, it’s true.”

“Shelly, no,” he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her hard. “Don’t be stupid. How can you think that about yourself?”

She whimpered softly. “Look at me, Gerard. I don’t look like the girl you first met, I don’t look like the girl you fell in love with, and I definitely don’t look like the girl you married.”

He held her at arms length and purposely looked her up and down. Shelly tried not to be too amused at this but she didn’t do very well.

“I see an incredible woman,” Gerard said, pulling her back against him. “A stunning, gorgeous, sexy woman. A, to quote Frank and Miss Mercy, a ‘milf’ because they’re absolutely right. You are and I do.”

Shelly giggled, going pink. “Gerard!”

“Of course you’re not the same,” he said quietly. “We’ve had life experiences since we met, since we fell in love, since we got married. Even if we both looked the same, internally we’d be different, and I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

Shelly thought about this for a moment. “I… I guess not.”

“You haven’t let yourself go honey,” he kissed the top of her head. “You’ve given me two beautiful, healthy children. That’s so hard on the body.”

Shelly leant up on her fuzzy sock covered tiptoes, wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him hard. This took Gerard by surprise for a second but once he’d recovered he wrapped his arms around her very tightly, almost knocking her off balance.

“Keep talking to me like that and I’ll give you another one.”

He laughed and buried his face in her neck.

“There’s nothing wrong with you Gee,” Shelly murmured before taking a step back to cup his face in her hands. “You are my soulmate Gerard Way. You are almost my whole heart.”

He smiled a little. “Almost? Who do I have to fight?”

“Melody and Zack.”

“Oh. Well in that case, I think I can share you.”

Shelly giggled, leant up and nuzzled the tip of her nose against his. “I love you, in whatever form you want to take. And yes, I’m still very attracted to you.”

He hummed, and it almost sounded like a soft growl. “And I am still very attracted to you, Mrs. Way.”

Shelly went very pink. “Really?”

Gerard nodded eagerly. “Are you kidding me? Of course I am! There is nothing more attractive to me than you, however you are. First thing in the morning with no make-up and messy hair, in mismatched pyjamas? Hell, yeah please mama.”

She giggled and went even pinker.

“Seeing you wriggling into your jeans? I just wanna pull them back off of you and go to town.”

“Oh, stop,” she buried her face in his chest.

Gerard smiled a little and held her really tightly for a few minutes, kissing the top of her head and stroking her hair.

“Shelly,” he gently moved back from her and lifted her chin. “Listen to me.”

Shelly nodded.

“You will never stop being beautiful to me,” he cupped her face in his hands. “You will never stop being absolutely stunning,” he smiled, kissed her forehead and leant his against hers. “I will never stop being completely and utterly, hopelessly in love with you.”

“Gerard.”

That was more of a sigh than a word. Not that her saying his name like that was new to him. In fact, hearing her say his name like that was one of his favourite ways to hear it. It always had been. If anything, hearing his name from her mouth was his favourite thing in any capacity. Although, nowadays, hearing Shelly say his name was closely followed by the way his children called him daddy.

“Mm?”

Shelly sighed again, softly as she stood on her tiptoes again, nuzzling against his cheek. He hummed and turned his head to kiss her gently.

“This is what I’m saying about you, Gee,” she said, standing flat on her feet again. “I’m never going to stop loving you, from being in love with you, from being attracted to you. You’re my one, my other half, you know? I’m not me without you anymore. It doesn’t matter what you look like, as long as you still love me and as long as you still want to be with me.”

“Of course I do. Of course I want to be with you, of course I still love you. That’s never going to change,” Gerard tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’d still feel this way even if we didn’t have kids too.”

“If we didn’t have kids, I might still be in slightly better shape,” Shelly whispered.

“Oh, love…”

Shelly shook her head. “I love our children though Gerard, I wouldn’t give them up for the world. I love being a mama.”

“And you’re so good at it Shell. It’s clear that you were born to be a mother. I love watching you with the kids.”

“I miss the way I used to look a little bit though,” Shelly confessed with a whisper.

“And you know what? That’s okay.”

“Is it though?” Shelly moved away from him to sit on the small couch he had in the room. “I mean, I’d get it if we only had one, but we have two, so anyone would think that I would be used to it by now.”

Gerard watched her as she settled before she looked at her feet. They both stayed quiet for a few minutes before he made his way over to her, sitting on the accompanying footstool, leaning forward and taking her hands.

“Love,” he said softly, as he squeezed her hands. “It’s okay.”

“I don’t regret having our children Gerard,” Shelly said, watching their hands. “I do regret not trying a bit harder to get back to my original shape after I had Melody.”

“Shelly,” he kissed the back of each of her hands. “You didn’t need to do that then. You looked fantastic after Mels. You still look fantastic. You do so much running around after them, and me,” he grinned up at her as he said this, glad that he got a small giggle from her. “That you’re working out without really realising it. Especially when you keep picking the kids up.”

“I need to stop doing that with Mels though I think,” Shelly said with a little wince. “She’s getting so big, and I’m still small.”

“So small, baby,” Gerard leant forward to steal a kiss from her - which she more than willingly gave him. But only after a little pout. “You are. You’re still a tiny, powerful woman.”

Shelly raised an eyebrow at him. “And you’re really into that on several levels.”

Gerard just grinned. “I like being able to manhandle you and move you around a bit.”

“Hmmm,” his wife rolled her eyes and shook her head a little bit.

“So, that’s why I love that you’re small,” he kissed the back of her hands again. “Your smallness also adds to your power, you know? People underestimate you.”

“Well, they used to,” Shelly mumbled.

“I think they still do,” Gerard stroked his thumbs in circles on the backs of her hands. “There’s never really been a power imbalance between us. Yeah, I may’ve technically been your boss, but you’ve always held all of the power. At least, I’ve always thought so.”

“Hmm,” Shelly leant forward to kiss his lips once. “You have always been really good at doing as you’re told for me…”

“Mm.”

Shelly grinned a little bit. “You’ve always been such a good boy for me, baby.”

He swallowed down a soft whine. “Don’t tease me.”

“But you’re so easy and fun to tease,” she pouted playfully at him. “Plus, you tease me just as much, you know?”

Gerard snorted ever so slightly. “I don’t see how.”

“Darling,” Shelly sighed softly. “I love you. You always look good to me.”

“And you always look good to me,” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Mm, well,” it was her turn to squeeze his hands this time. “I don��t always feel good about myself. And apparently, neither do you.”

“Honestly, today’s the first day I’ve given it much thought,” Gerard admitted.

“Hm…” Shelly glanced around for a moment. “I wanna talk about this more but… Come with me?”

Gerard nodded. “To the ends of the earth, love.”

Shelly kept a hold of his hands and stood up, leading him back to the family room where they settled on the big, comfy couch together. Gerard sat down first, made sure he was fully comfortable and then held his arms out for his wife. She joined him more than happily, getting right up close so she could rest her head on his chest. He hummed, kissed the top of her head and together they manoeuvred one of the blankets from the sofa cover themselves. Naturally, Gerard initially tried to make sure that Shelly was fully covered up, but that left him a little uncovered and she wouldn’t settle for that. After a few minutes of them purposely and playfully only covering the other, they worked together so they were both properly covered and cosy. Once Shelly had finished tucking them both in and had resettled with her head against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her - one under the blanket, one on top of it, and kissed the top of her head again, quickly seeking out her forehead afterwards to kiss that too.

Shelly giggled happily. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“So, you were saying?” Shelly asked quietly. “Today’s the only day you’ve really given that much thought?”

Gerard nodded. “Mmhm.”

“Is this because Melody called you a wizard?” Her voice was soft and gentle. “Because you know she didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know,” he nuzzled into her hair with a sigh. “I know she didn’t, but it did make me think.”

“Like I said earlier,” Shelly continued. “She thinks her daddy is magic, and she associates magic with wizards. And you know when she thinks of wizards, she thinks of Gandalf.”

Gerard hummed.

“And you only know that she thinks that because you showed her a little bit of The Lord of the Rings,” Shelly said with a small smile. “But I explained this to you earlier.”

“You did, and I know. The word association is my own fault,” he held Shelly tighter under the blanket.

“Maybe you should figure out some other magical things to show her and see what she says then?”

“I’ll do that,” he raised an eyebrow at her when he felt her gently stroking his beard. Or what of it he had anyway. “Do you want me to shave?”

“Mm, no, not on my behalf. Only if you want to,” she gently tapped the tip of his nose. “I’m not totally against it.”

“I know you never used to think much of facial hair.”

“I was always alright with a little stubble -”

Gerard grinned slightly at her. “Not when it was rubbed against your thighs though…”

Both of Shelly’s eyebrows rose. “Mm! I’m aware. But this is softer now, you look after it better. That helps.”

“Anything for you, my love,” he tilted her chin up before dragging his thumb over her bottom lip.

“Mm,” she leant up to kiss him properly but slowly.

Gerard completely and utterly relished this. He loved kissing his wife in literally any fashion but this… This was a little bit different.

It reminded him of all the times, mostly before they had kids, when they’d already gone to bed, had gone to kiss each other goodnight, but one of them almost always ended up taking it further. Or of the times when they were on tour, after they’d gotten together (obviously), and they’d finally been able to share a hotel room after some time on the road. They would always, always end up having sex, and it normally started with a kiss like this. Or, they would cuddle up together afterwards and she’d end up in his lap, naked, kissing him like this. That would always end up with them going for another round. Of course it did! She knew he couldn’t resist her when she was naked in his lap like that. Hell, even if she made her way into his lap when she was fully clothed, he found it really hard to resist her. Maybe that was because, even when she had clothes on and she ended up in his lap, he pretty much ended up with her boobs in his face. And what healthy human - no matter what gender - could resist that?

This time wasn’t that much different; the kiss was amazing… And she ended up in his lap, straddling his waist and hips. Nowadays, there was a bit more there to straddle, but… She seemed to manage, and she really didn’t seem to mind.

“Shell,” he murmured against her lips.

“Mm?”

“Behave.”

“I’m not doing anything,” she said, as innocently as she could manage, going in to kiss him again and pouting when he gently stopped her.

“Mm hm, I believe you but…”

“You still wanna talk a bit?” She brushed some of his hair behind his ear.

“Yeah, a little,” he glanced down to where she was straddling him. “This isn’t hurting you?”

“No, I’m okay,” Shelly tilted her head slightly. “I’m not hurting you?”

Gerard snorted and shook his head. “You’re not heavy, love.”

This time, when Shelly went in for a kiss, he let her.

“I always worry that I’m going to hurt you,” she whispered, leaning her forehead against his.

“And I worry about that too,” Gerard confessed. “I never wanna hurt you, you know. I’m scared that one day I’ll realise I’ve let myself go too much and it'll have gotten to the point where it disgusts you and you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

Shelly listened to his quiet words intently, and the more he spoke, the more her heart hurt. “Oh Gerard! I could never feel that way about you! There’s no way you’d ever let yourself get into that state anyway.”

“You don’t think so?”

She shook her head. “As soon as it started to affect the way you are with the kids, you’d realise that something was wrong and you’d do something about it. And I don’t think, if it got to that stage, you’d look as bad as you think you would.”

He tilted his head as he listened to her.

“But even then, I don’t think you’d ever get to that stage to begin with, so you don’t need to worry.”

“You really think that, don’t you?” Gerard found himself tucking her hair behind her ears and gently stroking it a bit.

Shelly just nodded. “Of course I do.”

“You have so much faith in me Shell.”

“Duh,” she smiled brightly at him. “That’s what got me into this situation. Believing in a little band from across the pond, from New Jersey. I believed in that band, I had faith in that band, and then I fell in love.”

Gerard couldn’t help but smile. “I’m so glad about that, you know. I can’t imagine doing any of this… Marriage and children thing, with anyone other than you.”

Shelly giggled softly, going very slightly pink. “I feel the same. I can’t imagine anyone else in the role as my husband and as the father of my children, you know?”

Gerard hummed and grinned slightly up at her. “Not even Frank?”

“Rude!” She shook her head. “No, not even Frank.”

“What about if Jamia wasn’t in the picture?” Gerard tilted his head, curiously.

“Um,” she thought about this for a moment before shaking her head. “No, I think… I think I’m always meant to end up with you. As I keep telling you Gerard, you’re my one, the other half of my soul, you know?”

“God, I love you,” he said with a soft, happy sigh. “So much. I’m so, so glad that I met you.”

“And I you, baby,” Shelly leant down to kiss him softly again.

“Are you sure that you still love me the way I currently am?” Gerard asked softly, shyly.

Shelly cupped his face in the palms of her hands and kissed his forehead, then the tip of his nose and then his lips. Gerard kissed her back, more than happily, his hands resting on her hips and waist.

“Yes, I love you as you are,” she paused before she whispered, her voice so full of shyness and insecurity. “Do you love me like this?”

He almost melted at her question, and the way that she asked it. “Shell! Of course I do! I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you - I still think you’re incredibly sexy. I still love you, so much.”

Shelly hummed softly and buried her face in his neck. Gerard kissed the side of her head and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and holding her tightly.

“If anything,” he continued quietly. “I love you more now, I’m more attracted to you now, than I have at any other point in our relationship.”

“Oh?” Shelly lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at him, doing that cute little head tilt thing that she did.

“Mm hm! I mean,” he tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “I’ve never… Not been in love with you.”

Shelly giggled softly.

“I’ve never not been attracted to you,” Gerard removed one hand from around her waist so he could trace his fingers up her thigh. “And I really do think that I’m more attracted to you now.”

“But I’ve had two kids Gerard,” Shelly said quietly. “I’m not as hot as I used to be.”

His eyes widened so much they nearly fell out of his head. “Are you kidding me? The fact that you’ve had two kids - my kids - is insanely attractive to me.”

“Why?”

“Well, first off, those are my children,” he almost growled. “I did that to you, I got you like that. You loved and trusted me enough to let me do that to you.”

Shelly giggled.

“Secondly, I know what hell pregnancy does to your body. I learnt it the first time you got pregnant with Melody, and then when you were pregnant with Zack, I re-read it to remind myself what you were going through for me.”

“For us,” she corrected softly. “I wanted another baby too. It wasn’t just your decision.”

“Mm,” he tilted his head a little so they could rub noses. “That’s true.”

“I think I propositioned you with the idea, actually,” Shelly couldn’t help it, she grinned at this.

“You’re right, but really, who am I to deny my wife what she wants?”

“There’s just something about you when you go red, Gee,” Shelly hummed, pressing herself against him a bit more. “It just… Does things to me.”

“Which in turn, makes you do things to me.”

They shared a little giggle.

“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time though.”

“Oh god no,” Gerard shook his head. “Why would I do that? Why would I deny you that? You’re incredibly persuasive.”

“Gerard…”

“No, of course I wanted another kid too,” Gerard continued quietly. “I know we wouldn’t’ve continued down that path if one of us had been unsure about it. Even if that person had been me, despite the fact that it was your body it was gonna happen to. You’re so good like that.”

“You’ve always found it very difficult to say no to me though,” Shelly shifted in his lap a little. “I do sometimes wonder if you say yes because it’s something you also want, or if it’s just because it’s something I’ve asked for.”

“I say yes because I want to, because I want those things too,” Gerard gazed lovingly up at his wife, before starting to play with her hair a little. “I normally just wait for you to bring ideas up first, ‘cause, like with the kids, it’s normally you who does the majority of the work.”

“Do you get nervous bringing things up to me?” Shelly tilted her head in curiosity, but hummed as he played with her hair.

Gerard thought about this for a moment. “Not as much as I used to. I used to get super nervous, maybe a little shy, about bringing up new things to you. But now I don’t feel so bad about it.”

“Well, that’s good!” She smiled, leant down and kissed him again. “I would never want you to feel like you can’t talk to me about anything, love.”

“I know. I know I can talk to you about anything and everything. Sometimes it just takes me a little bit to put it into words, or to find the right time to bring it up,” he shifted a little under her - not because he was uncomfortable but because… He had a hot wife and she was straddling his lap. “But I definitely find it easier nowadays.”

“I should hope so,” Shelly tried not to grin too much as she felt him shuffle under her, because she knew exactly why he was doing it. “I mean, we’ve been together long enough for us to be super comfortable with each other.”

“Yeah, I know. I mean,” he grinned slightly at her. “You’ve seen me naked. Many, many times.”

Shelly giggled. “Mm, I have indeed.”

“You’ve seen me naked like this,” he gestured down at himself.

She tutted at him. “Gerard. Stop that.”

“But -”

She cut him off by kissing him pretty hard, cupping his face in her hands again and keeping them there when she pulled away. “Listen to me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, trying to fight back a smile. She lost that fight when he beamed up at her.

“Hmm,” she murmured. “Behave.”

“I’m listening, darling.”

Shelly almost melted. She loved it when he called her that. He didn’t do it often; he normally stuck to love, sugar and babe. Darling was, to quote him, ‘quite British’ - and that’s probably why she loved it so much when he called her it.

“I love you, as you are. However you are. As long as you’re healthy, and I can keep you around for a long, long time,” she paused and took a small breath before she continued. “Because I don’t want to lose you, I don’t want the kids to lose their dad, I don’t want to lose the love of my life. I would never marry again.”

Gerard almost crumpled. “Love… If anything happened to me, I’d want you to be happy. And if that meant you remarrying, I’d be okay with it.”

Shelly just shook her head, her hands slipping to his shoulders.

“No no,” he continued. “I would want that. You have such a big heart Shell -”

“It’s why I have bigger boobs,” she added with a weak smile. “They have to protect my heart.”

“You have so much love to give,” Gerard continued, one hand on her waist and the other gently lifting her chin. “Not just as a mother, but as a partner. As a human in general. I wouldn’t want you to be alone, I wouldn’t want you to have to bottle all that up.”

She swallowed softly. “I don’t think I could love anyone else the way that I love you.”

“Then love them in a different way,” he cupped her cheek. “Just promise me you won’t be alone.”

Shelly shook her head a little, again. “I don’t need to promise you that, ‘cause I’m not gonna lose you.”

Gerard heard her voice catch, and he knew that the topic was getting to her a bit, so he dropped it. He didn’t want to upset and distress her.

“No love,” he said quietly. “I’m not willingly going anywhere.”

“Good,” she whispered.

“And because I don’t want to go anywhere, I think maybe I should work on myself a bit,” he noticed her tilt her head a bit. “Maybe get into a better shape.”

Shelly sat back a little bit, still comfortably in/on his lap, but not far back enough that he had to stop touching her. She looked a little pensive, actually.

“I know you keep saying that you love me as I am, as long as I’m healthy, and I don’t think I’m too unhealthy right now,” Gerard continued, dropping both hands to her waist.

“I don’t think you are either,” Shelly agreed. “I don’t think the doctor had anything too bad to say last time either. But, you’re right. I do love you as you are.”

“And you’re really good at showing that too.”

“I can do that again right now if you want.”

Gerard hummed and he knew his cheeks were going a little pink. “Maybe later.”

Shelly giggled in delight; at his words and at his mumbling.

“But,” Gerard cleared his throat. “I think it might be better for me in the long run.”

Shelly listened quietly and she nodded when he finished talking. “Okay. You know that I have no problem with this. As long as you’re not doing this for me. I want you to be doing this for you.”

“Well, I’m doing this partially for you,” Gerard let her go as she started to shift a little. “I mean, I want to be around for you and the kids for as long as humanly possible.”

“I mean, as long as you’re not doing this because you want me to be more attracted to you, because…” Shelly shook her head and moved so she was sitting next to him again, except maybe more bridal style with her legs over his lap. “That’s just not possible. I’m already crazily attracted to you.”

He sighed happily as she snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest. He fussed with the blanket again so they were both covered before wrapping an arm around her. His free hand sought out one of hers.

“You are so very good at being nice to me, and lifting me up.”

“It’s all true though,” she leant up a little to kiss his cheek. “But, if you want to look into improving yourself love, I don’t have anything against that. In fact, maybe we can look into improving ourselves together?”

Gerard glanced down at her and tilted his head.

“I mean, I could probably do with toning up a bit, getting a bit fitter,” Shelly confessed. “Not just for me, but for the kids too.”

“You know that I don’t think that you need to though, you know that I think you’re gorgeous.”

Shelly went pink. “I know. But I think it would do me good. I think it might make me a bit happier within myself.”

“It might be easier to keep to it if we’re not doing it alone,” Gerard said.

“Especially if we’ve gotta look at food and nutrition,” Shelly nodded. “Easier to make the change as a family than it is on your own. I’m happy to help with that.”

He leant down and kissed her softly. “Are you sure?”

Shelly nodded. “Of course. I’m happy to help you, love.”

“We’ll talk to a doctor, maybe talk to a nutritionist too?” He suggested, watching her nod. “Get some professional help so we can do it right and do it healthily.”

“I just want you to be happy, Gee, and if you want to do this to help with your mental health as well as your physical health, I am fully behind you.”

He couldn’t help it, he grinned. “Shouldn’t I be behind you?”

Shelly pretended to gasp in shock. “Mr. Way!”

Gerard laughed softly and held her tighter, burying his nose in her hair.

“Hmm… Well,” she tilted her head up a bit and felt him kiss her forehead. “That is one form of cardio we’re pretty good at.”

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A/N: Hello fellow readers. I apologize for not posting often. It’s been a bit hectic due to the holidays and also me having writers block. I hope you enjoy this post, it could’ve been better but I have to work with what I’ve got, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!

You sit in your bed alone, thinking about your times together, the memories that you had created together. The apartment felt empty without his presence here. His laughter always filled this place with so much joy. You remember the many times you would cook dinner together, sit by the couch and drink a bottle of wine together. The way he would make you laugh with his corny jokes that had no business in being funny at all. The many times you made love with one another. Now it's all gone, only the memories are left. It's been a couple of months since you've parted ways with Harry. You haven't heard from him since you both decided to call it quits on your relationship. Luckily, the breakup wasn't due to infidelity but more because of his hectic work schedule and how you barely got to spend time with one another. The days you did spend time together you both created beautiful memories.

The negative aftermath of the relationship was that you both shared the same circle of friends, hence that's how you two met in the first place. You haven't hung out with them due to fear of running into him. Unfortunately for you, you had to attend the annual Christmas party that one of your mutual friends, Johnny, had every year. You had promised him that you would attend and put your feelings aside for one night. The party is to be held tomorrow at his home. Luckily you had gone out shopping for a dress you would wear. Since it was Christmas, you had decided on purchasing a red dress. You had fallen in love with it as soon as you tried it on. The dress was a deep red velvet dress. It was short and fitting and it had an irregular fur collar that was removable and could adjust to your liking. The dress was simple having only two silver buckles in the front. It also came with a matching pair of gloves. For the look, you would curl your hair and adorn it with a how in the back. You would wear tights and a pair of black heels to complete your look. You were actually pretty excited to get dressed up.

The next morning you went to the gym at 7 in the morning you worked out for about an hour and a half, then went home to shower. You went through your day and felt on edge since you knew that you would see him again. The afternoon came quickly. Johnny always insisted that no one bring anything since he always catered something but you couldn't help but bake your famous brownies. You got dressed for the party, did your hair and makeup, got the brownies ready along with a bottle of champagne and took the Uber to Johnny's house. He lived in a big house to say the least. He worked hard for his money and he always knew how to spend it too. You soon arrived and you walked towards the door and rang the doorbell. Jessie opened the door and once she saw that it was you she squealed with such excitement that you couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my gosh!! I can't believe you showed up! I was afraid you weren't going to" she says pulling you into a hug. “I've missed you so much Jessie", you whispered "I know babe, I've missed you too. I'm so happy that you're here", she says as she grabs the bottle of champagne and brownies from your grasp. You walked inside and see the familiar faces scattered throughout the house. You were amazed at the Christmas decorations around the house. Johnny definitely went all out.

"Guys look who showed up", you hear Jessie say in the kitchen and soon all eyes and smiles were on you. "Y/N I'm so happy that you made it”, Johnny says engulfing you in a hug. “Wouldn't miss it Johnny", you say. You say hi to your friends and tried making small talk. Although you were kind of distracted as you looked around the house in search of the man with green eyes and curly brown hair. At the moment, he was nowhere to be seen. By now you had a few glasses of champagne in your systems and you and Jessie just talked for what felt like hours. The bad thing about drinking alcohol was the need to use the restroom and constantly. You excused yourself and went downstairs to the guest bathroom. You did your business, washed your hands, and walked out, but not before bumping into someone's back. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry", you say as the man turned around to look at the person who bumped into him. You looked up and saw those beautiful green eyes looking right at you.

He looked so different yet the same. You were shocked when you noticed that his curls weren't adorning his head anymore. Now he sported a buzz cut, which he made look good as well. What look can't he pull off? "Y/n?”, he says. You were a bit stunned at first, what with his new look and all. "Hey", you silently say to him also giving him a small wave. He smiled at you, going in for a hug. Before you could say anything he engulfed you in his arms and gave you the hug that you had craved several nights. The feeling he gave you was unexplainable but you loved it. You always had felt safe with him even before you were in a relationship. The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled you guys out of the familiar trance. Harry pulled back, looked behind him, pulled you to the side before apologizing to the stranger. "It's so great to see you y/n. You look good", he says while his eyes scanned your body up and down. "Thank you Harry. You look good too. I like the new look", you say looking up to his buzzed head. "Yeah? So many people freaked out", he chuckled as he placed his hands in his trousers. “ I bet. But its just hair. It’ll grow back", you gave him a reassuring smile. Harry always attempted to hide his true feelings especially when it came to people who always commented on him and his looks. He didn't say anything back to you, a sign that you knew was a good sign between the two of you. When dating you tried your best to make him more confident in his own skin and accept who he was as an individual. You always made sure to provide positive compliments which he liked to hear from time to time. It took time for him to start not listening to those negative comments and you both got there.

"How have you been?", he asks as you walk back into the crowd of individuals. "I've been alright. Getting through the days day by day", you say as you both made your way to the sitting area that faced the backyard. The backyard was decorated beautifully. Twinkly lights surrounded the trees all around. You loved to see it and you hoped that one day you'll be able to decorate your house this way. “Same”, he says as you both sit down on the loveseat couch. One of the waiters stopped by and handed each one of you a glass of champagne. Currently, it was just you two in the sitting room. "I would be lying if I said that this whole thing feels easy. But it is not ", he says looking straight ahead. "What do you mean?', you ask him taking a sip from your glass. "I miss you y/n", he abruptly says focusing his attention on you now. You didn't say anything trying to process what he said. You gulped down the champagne in one sitting before placing the glass on the floor.

"Harry. What is it that you want?", you ask him. You were desperate to hear his thoughts. Would you take him back? Most likely. After all, he wasn't cheating and he was never an asshole towards you. He was the opposite and quite frankly, you've missed him too. "I want you back", he says taking both of your hand in his. "Why? It would be the same thing all over again", you tell him. He shook his head at your words. "No no. it wouldn't. We try harder. We’ll spend more time together. We’ll try going on holiday more frequent. I'll be more present. I just can't live without you y/n", he admits. “I'm miserable without you", he continues. You furrow your eyebrows together trying to take in every word he's said. "Please say something", he says to you sounding a bit nervous. "I miss you too", you say looking into his emerald green eyes. They look hopeful in a way. His reaction seems very genuine to you. You look down to his pink plump lips. You wanted to kiss him right there and then but you have to hold yourself back. "You do?", he says, sounding hopeful. He couldn't help but smile at your small confession. “Let's get back together y/n", he says. "I don't know Harry. What if it doesn't work? What if it’s the same thing all over again? Getting through the break up was pretty hard”, you tell him. He gives you a sympathetic look causing you to shift back to look at the twinkling trees. "You think that I didn't suffer? To be honest with you, I haven't gotten over you at all. Each night that I've spent by myself I've craved you more. I've craved your presence, your touch, your kiss", he says, grabbing your chin to avert your vision towards him. "I haven't stopped loving you", he confesses. Your heart beat quickened at his confession. It caused you to smile widely due to you feeling the same way. "Do you still love me?", he asks. You took your time to answer. Reflecting on your times together and the love you both shared for one another.

“On one condition", you begin to say. He motioned you to continue. "lets take our time. Enjoy each moment that we spend together and not rush anything. Try to spend more time with each other and cherish those moments”, you say. "Yes, anything. As long as I get to call you mine and have you by my side again". You both smiled widely at one another not believing that after months of being apart, you'll be together again. "So is that a yes?", he asks. You simply nodded yes and he instantly stood up to cheer. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. He stood you up and engulfed you in a hug before he placed both of his hands on your face and placing his lips on yours. You loved the familiar feeling. His lips molding together with yours.

You pulled back and all of a sudden you hear your group of friends cheering by the entrance. You couldn't help but feel extremely shy and you buried your face into Harry's chest. His hands instantly ran through your hair giving you some sort of comfort. "Come on love, let's go back inside", he says taking ahold of your hand and leading you back inside the house. Instantly you were pulled away from your lower and into Jessie who was squealing with excitement.

The night went along with you and Harry stealing quick glances at one another. He couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the night, you as well feeling completely happy with how your night turned out to be. Little by little you started to feel a bit tired. Jessie started to notice. "Babe, why don't you go to Harry's room?', she says. "He's living here?", you ask. She nods. "Come, I’ll take you", she says but before she can continue Harry comes up to the both of you and places his hand on the back of your back. "I can show her Jess. I think Johnny was looking for you", he says. "Oh, I wonder what he wants. Very well, if we don't see each other again tonight, have a goodnight and Merry Christmas!", she says engulfing both of you in a tight hug.

Harry leads you up the stairs and into his bedroom which is located at the end of the hall, separate from the others. He opens the door for you and motions you to go in. You walk into the carpeted bedroom. It was a large room to say the least. The bedroom had a large window facing the backyard with the lit up trees. You smiled enjoying the view. The room was still dark as Harry walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you tightly towards him. You missed the feeling of his body pressed to yours. "You look so beautiful tonight y/n", he whispers against your neck. "I couldn't keep my eyes off of you all night" he says causing goosebumps to rise along your body. It was a bittersweet feeling how your body reacted to his touch and his words.

"so beautiful”, he says again as he started placing kisses along your shoulders. "Harry", you say gently. "Hmmm?", he says cheekily. Your body craved and wanted him. It needed the affection that it wasn't getting for months. "Let me make love to you darling. Let me show you how much I've missed you" he says burying his face into your neck. He turned you around to face him. He placed his finger under your chin bringing your face closer to his. Your lips inching closer and closer towards his until they connected with one another. Your lips moved in sync, wanting to taste more of each other with each second that passed by. Your hands went around his neck, feeling a bit weird at first since you didn't feel his curls anymore. You soon got accustomed to the new feeling, your fingers touching the back of his head feeling the slight buzz on his head.

Harry pulled you closer to him, almost as if he were afraid that you might disappear. His fingers made their way to the back of your dress, finding the zipper before he slowly unzipped it, the dress pooling down at your feet. He slipped back and admired the view in front of him. You stood there in your red strapless bra matching thong, stockings, and heels on. "Fuck", he whispered. He grabbed your hand and led you towards his bed. He immediately sat you down and stood in front of you before kneeling down on the floor. His hands trailed down to you’re ankles, undoing the buckle on your heel. He removed one and continued to do the same with the other. Once your heels were removed, he reached out to the top of your tights sliding them down your leg until they were completely off. No words needed to be said to one another knowing that in this moment he was yours and you were his once again.

He stood up and crawled over your body at the same time you moved yourself more towards the middle. He was on top of you fully clothed. His cologne smelled so good this close to you. It was one of your favorite ones that he used. He dipped his face in the crook of your neck kissing the skin gently, leaving slight bruises here and there. You didn't know what to do with your hands and is if he were reading your mind, he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, his lips found their way to yours again but this time the kiss was more needy. The want for one another increased causing your body to squirm a bit wanting to feel his naked body.

He pulled back and removed the cardigan he was wearing along with his shirt, his naked torso on full display. You loved the familiar sight of the tattoos that adorned his skin. He also removed the stacks he was wearing. You couldn't help but giggle at his actions. "What's so funny princess?", he asks chuckling a bit too. "Someone seems needy", you say to him biting your lip as your eyes scan his almost naked body. "Yes, I am needy, but only because I desire you", he says looking at you. He kissed up your torso and stopped at your chest. His hand reached towards your back and undid the clasp, removing your bra. Your breasts were now on full display for him to do as he pleases. He kissed your chest all around and grabbed one breast in one hand as his mouth took in the other. His tongue flicked your sensitive nipple causing you to get wet. His fingers pinched the other nipple causing small whimpers to leave your mouth. He switched sides and reciprocated the same actions.

His hand soon started wondering your body slowly going down your torso and landing on top of your barely clothed pussy. He slowly started caressing it with his hand, rubbing you enough that you started squirming. He let out a moan against your nipple as he felt how wet you were for him. Again, no words needed to he said. He pulled your thong to the side as his fingers started rubbing your bare clit causing a gasp to leave your lips at the touch. You haven't had the energy to play with yourself or have sex with anyone else. This would be your first time since the breakup and you were glad that it Harry again. His fingers played with your clit slowly, collecting your wetness and spreading it around your pussy. Before you could think of anything, he inserted two fingers inside you causing a somewhat loud moan to come out of you. His lips attached to yours as he thrusted his fingers inside you and curling them causing you to get more wet. The sound of his fingers going in and out of you mixed with your wetness filled the room. You pulled and sucked Harry's bottom lip causing his hip to thrust against your leg. His fingers curling inside you was getting too much, feeling that you were about to have your first orgasm.

You stopped his hand movement before you could, bringing his hand up to your lips and sucking on the two fingers that were just inside you. His eyes never left yours as you did this. You could feel his hard dick against your skin. He completely removed the rest of your clothing and put a condom on. He positioned himself on top of you and slowly sank into you causing moans to leave from both of you. There was a slight stinging, your body trying to get used to his size again as he stretched you. He stayed still for a bit and then you gave him the okay to start moving. He started thrusting and with each thrust he sank more deeper inside you. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist. His hands grabbed yours lightly as his thrusts started speeding up. You knew that both of you wouldn't last and you were fine with that. His thrusts were at a steady pace which caused the tip of his penis to hit your g-spot repeatedly. Bath of you were a moaning mess as he bucked you repeatedly. His face buried in your neck, the small pants leaving his lips causing you to get closer to reaching your orgasm. With a few more thrusts you both came on one another. Harry removing himself off of you and disposing the condom in the trash bin. He gave you a wipe so you could clean yourself, a habit that he always had.

Your bodies were damp but both of you were two tired to shower. Harry pulled the cover and engulfed both of you in them. He pulled your naked body closer to his and cuddled you. "I love you y/n", he whispers. "I love you Harry", you whispered back before both of you event to sleep in each other area.

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