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thefreakandthehair · 1 month
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February 14th, 1987
Eddie barely hears the quick knock, knock, knock on the front door of the trailer over his music: a Dio cassette cranked up to a soothing billion and five decibels. Funny enough, it’s a cassette that Steve had gifted him as part of a group Glad You Didn’t Die present when he left the hospital. Everyone from Corroded Coffin to Nancy Wheeler contributed something, but Steve made sure to get Dio. Eddie likes to think that maybe wearing his vest all that time rubbed off on Steve. 
He hardly registers it, but the knocking continues, a second round of three taps. Eddie sighs and does some quick mental calculations– Steve is on a date, Robin is with Nancy, Jonathan is with Argyle, and Lucas took Max to the movies. No one else has a license or is within walking distance, so unless one of the kids convinced Claudia Henderson to drop them off without warning, there’s only one logical explanation. 
“The Men in Black have finally come to throw me in the back of a van and drag me to their lab,” Eddie mutters to himself, dropping his pen onto the open journal and rolling off his bed. 
Knock, knock, knock, knock. 
“I’m comin’, I’m comin’, Jesus Christ.” He calls out as he makes his way to the door. The two-bedroom trailer is larger than their old one, the hallway longer from his room in the back. 
A cold chill slips in from the cracks around the door before he even gets to the doorknob, but his blood runs warm when he yanks it open. 
Steve Harrington, in his cozy red sweater, dark jeans, and perfectly fluffy, coiffed hair is standing on his doorstep with one hand on his hip. That one hand is gripping a bouquet of roses that match his jumper and for a brief moment, Eddie wonders if his journal has been lifted from a fantasy novel. What he’d just put into words on the page is now standing in front of him— what does one say to their fantasy showing up at their doorstep?
“What the fuck are you doing here?” 
Okay, maybe not that. But seriously, what in the name of Molly Ringwald is happening right now?
read the rest of been on fire, dreaming of you here on ao3!
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bug-bites · 6 months
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thinking abt simon "ghost" "acts of service" riley
like in my head he isn't too fond of physical touch. he wont burst into tears and start crying and shaking if you hug him but its very much reserved for the very few people who are close to him. its not that he's scared of it or it makes him super uncomfortable, its just he has other ways of showing people he loves them!
he's the type of guy who when you're getting to know him, listens and remembers every detail you tell him, and makes mental notes of your dislikes and likes w/o you having to tell him.
he takes cold showers every day and when you ask him he just tells you "its better, wakes me up in the mornings" but its really because he knows you like taking hot showers from all the times he's walked into the washroom once you're done and noticed the mirror all fogged up from the steam. he just wants to make sure you dont run out of hot water
in a passing conversation you mention feeling a bit sick, maybe its the change in weather or your allergies acting up but you just really are hoping it isnt a cold. simon doesnt say much but later you find a small ziploc baggie of peeled orange slices with a sticky note with your name on on it
when you go out together and you're a little underdressed for the weather he notices the goosebumps on your arms and how you constantly are rubbing them with your hands, trying to subtly warm yourself from the friction. you dont do a good job however because he glances at you and lets out a small sigh
"what did i say before heading out" "bring a jumper..." you mumble in response "and what did you do?" he crosses his arms over his chest but he isn't mad or annoyed, not in the slightest "not bring a jumper"
it feels like you're on the verge of being lectured but simon just rolls his eyes and gestures you to follow him. you're lead to his car and he opens the trunk, tossing you a black zip up sweater. he's scolding you somewhat, saying that "this is why you're getting sick" and other nonsense and you're lucky he "forgot" to take that sweater out of the trunk or boot because hes bri'ish. you happily take it and put it on because you're not about to turn down a sweater when you're freezing also its from simon and it just looks so comfy! it's definitely big on you because lets face it, simon is built like an industrial freezer, but the material is soft and cozy, with the added bonus of smelling like him. you thank him for the sweater and carry on with your day, not thinking much of it. truth is, however, he always has that extra sweater in his car for you. makes sure its there before you two go anywhere, neatly folded and tucked into the back. he would never admit it though he's such a pussy
when asked about his little favours he does for you he constantly pulls excuses from his ass, saying its just a coincidence that he had those things or literally anything to hide that he goes out of his way to do it for you. he cares about you, he actually cares a lot about you but he's just a tiny bit embarrassed to admit it. he loves you so much but he doesn't want you to think he's like kicking his legs and giggling over the thought of you even though he probably has at some point but you dont need to know that
he thinks he's sooooo subtle and sneaky about it but when you fall asleep and you wake up with a sweater over top of you like a blanket that a) you are 100% sure doesn't belong to you and b) has "S. Riley" written in sharpie on the tag (with a tiny skull doodle next to it), theres no way in hell you can be oblivious to how much he cares about you.
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heesbaby · 10 months
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doctors orders! - sim jake
appointment thirty one.
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Once you received that text from Jake, you sat up from your spot on the couch where you were still wallowing in self pity. You were clad in sweatpants and one of Mingyu’s old jumpers, all makeup gone. You had no idea how far away Jake was from arriving, you didn’t even know how he got the address or why he had decided to drive the twelve hour journey, but you couldn’t deny the excitement to see him again.
Your time apart had made you feel differently about him, and even in the few days that you’d been away you had changed dramatically. You wanted to see him, you were ready to have that conversation with him now and you really just wanted to be near him.
“Y/N?” Wonwoo called, popping his head around the door to the living room, “you ok love?”
You locked eyes with him, sending a hesitant smile. Somehow you needed to tell them that Jake was on his way, and somehow you needed to convince them to let Jake in. After all the tears you’d shed to them over him, you didn’t know how receptive they would be.
“Won, can I talk to you quickly?” 
He nodded, coming to sit next to you on the couch and propping your legs up over his lap.
“So, don’t be mad,” you began, fiddling with the material of your sweatpants. Wonwoo just laughed, cutting you off before you could continue.
“I know Jake is coming, he texted both me and Gyu,” he said. “So don’t even start to apologise, we might not have the best first impression of Jake but if he’s taken the initiative to drive straight here after he heard you were upset then he’s definitely won a few points.”
“Oh,” you said, huffing out a laugh. “That saves me a big speech I was ready to do, thank fuck for that.”
He just smiled, rubbing your knee softly. You found it sweet how Jake had taken the step to contact the boys as well before coming. You were just hoping that Jake would be able to deal with Wonwoo and Mingyu, you knew the two of them wouldn’t go easy on him.
A knock sounded on the front door, your heart leaping into your throat at the sound. Jake was standing right outside, and you were excited to see him for the first time in months. It was strange to now look forward to his arrival, rather than fearing it.
“Wait here for a minute, ok? I want to talk to him first,” Wonwoo said, tucking you back up onto the couch and joining Mingyu out in the hallway. The two tall boys blocked your view of the door, but you could pick out Jake’s voice in a crowded room.
They talked in hushed tones, you almost wanted to laugh at how Mingyu was pretending to be intimidating as he stood up tall with a wide stance. You just hoped Jake wouldn’t be scared off.
You fiddled with your fingers as you waited, scared that if you stood up then you might collapse at the sight of Jake again. You’d only seen him a little while ago at the doctors surgery, but this was a different circumstance and your stomach was churning with both excitement and nerves.
“Y/N?” For the second time, a head popped around the doorway to the living room. This time it wasn’t Wonwoo, your two best friends taking themselves off into another room to give you privacy, but Jake was now there with a hesitant smile on his lips.
He stood there, hands clasped behind his back. He was wearing a black cap and jumper, his cozy look was a stark contrast to the usual suits you got accustomed to. There was no makeup on his face and his eyes were tired, it hit you then that he really had travelled twelve hours just to be with you when you needed him. It hit you just how much he truly cared.
That’s when the godforsaken tears started up again, your eyes welling up quickly and spilling down onto your cheeks.
“Oh sweetheart,” he sighed, stepping into the room closer to you. He was hesitant, he didn’t want to overstep the line, but he opened his arms for you and let you decided if you wanted to hug him.
And who were you to deny that?
You stood up, tears flowing freely and your lips pushed out into a pout. You felt so fragile and small, you needed to be enveloped in Jake’s arms before you spiraled even further.
“Come here,” he mumbled, tugging on your wrist gently to pull you closer. You let him, falling into his hold and melting there, his arms enclosing you against his chest.
You gripped onto his shirt tightly, one of Jake’s arms went around your waist and the other went to rest on the back of your head, tucking you into his neck. 
You tried to will the tears away, sniffing quietly against his shoulder as his hands rubbed soothingly over your back and over your hair. Jake just held you for a while, mumbling little ‘it’s ok’s and ‘I’m here now’s. 
Pulling away a slightly, you looked up at him, eyes rimmed with red as little gasps falling from your lips. Jake let go of the back of your head, bringing that hand to clasp one of your own in his. He glanced down at it, eyebrows furrowing at the sight and lips falling into a sad frown.
“When did this happen?” He asked, referring to the cut on your hand.
You’d forgotten that was there, earlier in the day you’d gone to make a drink and dropped the glass. When picking the pieces up, you had cut yourself slightly on it and done a terrible job of bandaging it up.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I tried to patch it up but I don’t think I did it very well.”
The bandage was slipping down already and, by the looks of it, you hadn’t bothered to properly clean it. Jake smiled sadly.
“Don’t apologise sweetheart,” he rubbed his thumb over the skin gently. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to do it for you, I miss taking care of you like that.”
You’d only just managed to stop the tears, a fresh bout welling up at his words, “I miss it too Jake.”
He couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips, finally he felt as if he was getting somewhere with you. And he knew he’d fucked up badly, he knew you’d probably forgive him before he’d ever forgive himself, but he so desperately wanted to win your trust and kindness back. He knew he’d do anything for you, he was hoping this was the first step.
“Can I do this properly for you?” He asked, taking your hand and pressing it against his chest, “I don’t want it to be painful or anything, I think I’ve got some bandages and antiseptic in my car.”
“Sure,” you stepped back slowly, not wanting to leave his arms yet. 
Jake tried to step away, he needed to go grab his stuff anyway, but he was finding it hard to let you go as well. He breathed out a laugh, once again tugging you back into his arms.
“Let’s just stand here for a moment,” he said, pressing his cheek against the top of your hair. “I don’t want to let go of you just yet.”
“Thank fuck,” you laugh back. “I didn’t want you to let me go.”
You nuzzled against his neck, he was warm and he smelt so good. You never thought you’d miss someones smell, but there was something comforting about Jake even after everything that had happened. It was like you were destined to be with him, whatever the context.
“I was thinking,” Jake began, once again running his fingers over the back of your head. “I’ll drive you back home, since the flights are still delayed for a while and I know how hard you’re finding it here at the moment. We can drive back tomorrow at some point if you want, it’s up to you angel.”
Angel? That was a new one. You definitely liked it though.
“I’d really like that,” you kept yourself tucked in close to him. “I’m so grateful you came here, I don’t know what I’d have done otherwise. I don’t know how to thank you.”
“It’s the absolute least that I could do Y/N, I would do anything for you,” he said sincerely. “Even if that means I have to get on my knees and beg your friends for forgiveness too.”
“Oh my god,” you whined, pushing your head even further into his neck. “Don’t listen to them, they’re all bite and no bark. They just care about me, they’re the family I always needed.”
“And I love that,” he replied, pulling back to look at your properly now. His eyes searched your face, relieved to see that the tears had stopped finally. “I’m glad they could look after you, I promise I’ll work harder to look after you too.”
You smiled widely, nodding up at him. You hands curled into his shirt, you had the overwhelming urge to kiss him in that moment but you knew it was too soon. As much as you were ready to fall into his arms, you needed him to prove himself. You needed Jake to show that he’d changed his ways. You would try your best not to give in so fast.
“Now angel,” there was that name again, it made you feel more fuzzy than when he called you sweetheart. “Let’s get you bandaged up properly, then you can tell me all about what’s happened, yeah?”
“Aren’t you tired Jake? It’s pretty late now,” and he’d just driven twelve hours to see you, you added in your head.
“I’m fine, I want to talk first,” he lifted your hand and pressed his lips to the back of it gently, so soft that you barely felt the kiss. “Then we can sleep, ok? Plus we need to call Sunghoon, he’s been blowing up my phone waiting for updates.”
Your heart swelled, even hundred of miles away he was still caring for you. You didn’t know how you got so lucky with Sunghoon, but you were glad that he was in your life. 
“Ok,” you squeezed his hand. “I’ll wait for you here whilst you grab your stuff Dr Sim.”
This time, Jake didn’t even try to hide the wide smile that completely covered his face.
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tulipsbymybed · 1 year
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All the night tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride
Summary; After a long day at work, your girlfriend Wednesday comes home to find you already asleep in bed-but just can't resist your body.
Pairings; Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader
Warnings; 18+ minors leave now and I won't arrest you, smut but like. pretty smut. sort of. consensual somnophilia (I don't say it explicitly in this but you have consented to this beforehand), lesbian sex, fingering, one mention of thigh humping, you've taken sleeping pills so you aren't awake at any point in this.
Word Count; 1.1k
(a/n) All characters in my works are aged up to at least 18 (in this you and Wednesday are about 24/25, with jobs and an apartment together), Jenna Ortega is 20 so I feel comfortable writing this.
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One thing Wednesday always liked about herself, but that sometimes irritated you, was her ability to move utterly silently and seemingly suddenly appear somewhere. She used this constantly in her line of work, it helped her more times than she could count. She also secretly took immense pleasure in quietly seeking you out and making you jump out of your skin-you've almost had a heart attack in every room of your shared apartment because of this. However, she was happiest about this ability of hers in moments like this.
If you'd have woken up, you would have seen a petite silhouette in the door frame to your bedroom, just watching and waiting. So still it's hard to believe she's still breathing. Fortunately for Wednesday, you didn't wake. She tilted her head slowly, taking in your sleeping form (Thing and Enid once tried to make her stop doing this because it makes her seem like a serial killer choosing a victim, but it always turns you on and she's decided that's more important) and reached to slide her coat off. Placing it gently on the door hook, she then crouched to untie her shoes, watching you the entire time. Straightening up, she moved onto her black trousers next, silently taking them off, folding them and placing them onto the chair in your room. Clad in her white and black check jumper, underwear and the white socks with lace frills on the top that you'd gifted her one time (the lace frill was the part you liked-and she didn't even insult them! to your face, anyway), she padded over; not making a sound. Settling into a kneeling position at the foot of the bed, her dark eyes raked over your body.
A couple of hours earlier, you'd been tossing and turning in your bed, cozy in your t-shirt and pants, happy with the bed covers and the temperature was perfect. But you just couldn't get comfy. Deciding not to dwell on the fact it was seeming more and more like you couldn't sleep without your girlfriend in the bed next to you, you had reached for the sleeping pills you seldom took-nowhere to be tomorrow, after all.
Wednesday watched you turn your head, following the direction to see the pills on the bedside table. Something akin to a smile graced her features, and she could feel the anticipation rise within her as she looked at the way the covers were twisted up under your stomach, your back ever so slightly arched, one leg straight and the other bent someway to the side. The moonlight shone over your skin, softly illuminating the space between your thighs that was partially hidden by the fabric of your underwear.
Shuffling up the bed, her hand ghosted over your thigh and up to the meat of your ass. She pressed down for a second, enjoying the way her fingers dug into your supple flesh. Moving further up, she pulled at your waistband, listening to the barely there rustle as your panties were dragged as far down as your position would allow. Your fingers tightened minutely around the sheets you were holding, then relaxed once again.
Wednesday slipped her hand beneath your underwear, brushing her middle finger against your arousal. Seeing no reaction from you, she pressed a little against your clit, eliciting a sigh from your parted lips. Moving her hand again, she thought about how wet you would usually be in this situation, turned on already from the anticipation and build up. Committed to finishing what she started, she brought her finger to her lips and licked the length of it, quietly humming at the taste of your arousal. Looking back down again, her hand resumed its previous position and she pressed her now slick finger into your entrance, brows furrowing when she felt your walls relaxing around her and finger slipping all the way in. Your legs shifted this time, moving further apart to accommodate her even in your sleep.
Using her other hand to spread you open around her, she gently thrusted her finger in and out of your cunt, revelling in the way your muscles clenched around her. She could see the way your eyes moved under your eyelids, subconsciously reacting to the pleasure she was giving you. She kept going this way for a few minutes, just enjoying your reactions and soaking in the feeling of your body. Often, your time together was rushed or hasty-both of you having different schedules and such. While you two did have lots of fun, Wednesday sometimes regretted that it was rare you both had enough free time together to just enjoy each other's bodies without checking the clock. Mulling over how long it had been since she was able to be like this with you, she slid her ring finger into you alongside her middle finger, biting the inside of her cheek when she felt how tight you were and how it made you gasp out a breathy moan in sleepy surprise. You had escaped the deepest part of your slumber, reacting more and more to the sensations Wednesday was happily providing, but still safely under the thrall of your sleeping pills. 
She pressed soft kisses to the backs of your thighs, brushing her hand along the same trail. Mind refocusing on the way your hips ever so slightly rocked back against her hand, she looked back down to where her fingers were sliding into your slick heat-your body had woken up enough to crave more of your girlfriends body and Wednesday could now hear the wet sounds of her digits moving against your pussy, squelching erotically for her ears only. She could feel the ache between her own thighs increase as she listened to your body in the relative silence of your room, conflicted between waking you up or using your thigh to satisfy her needs while you lay asleep. Discarding this problem for after she’s brought you to orgasm, she focused back on her main priority.
Adjusting her hand so that her thumb slipped in small circles around your clit, she watched your face contort-eyes still closed but mouth open and moaning quietly. Pleased with the way your legs started to tremble, her thumb applied more pressure and she smiled at your walls tightening. She continued to move her fingers slowly, helping you unconsciously ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, only completely withdrawing from your pulsing cunt when your hips stopped rocking against her hand. As she got up to grab a warm washcloth and her pyjamas, she thought about how lucky she was to have found someone to be like this with-to be like this with you. She would never express this out loud, but she can scarcely believe how happy she is. 
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eternal summer [part one]
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part two: [soon]
word count: 2207 warnings: none ! notes: will get part two done as soon as i can, particularly if you guys seem to enjoy this <3 please always lmk your thoughts, don't be shy !!
You met him in the wintertime; he was all grey smoke and black coats and pale fingers blushed with red from the cold air. You had been at Charli’s house (practically a second home to you after years of friendship) watching the late-December snowfall while basking in the warm comfort of her living room, when a loud, almost obnoxious knocking came from the front door. Charli was quick to get up, rolling her eyes good-naturedly and simply saying, “It’s just Matty.” 
The two of them stood in her doorway talking, Matty undoubtedly looking for George. Your gaze returned to the soft and snowy scene outside the window, allowing you to become lost in thought. Matty, you said in your head. Best friend’s boyfriend’s best friend. Enough degrees of separation away for you to be vaguely aware of him, but not near enough for you to have met him before. Charli had plenty of stories to tell, of course, but that was about it. Curly-haired singer with a loud personality, a soft heart, and, according to several anecdotes you’d previously heard, someone who should be filed under Men Who Can Do You No Good. You had your doubts about the sources you’d gotten that from, though. 
You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Charli say to Matty, “Yeah, she’s just over there.” 
You turned to look over at the doorway. Matty was craning his neck slightly, as if trying to get a good look at you over on the couch. You sat further up and waved to him. “Hey.” It was your first time really seeing him, and you did your best to take in as many details as possible without blatantly staring: the few stray curls that escaped the rest of his neatly gelled hair, his slight stubble, the small silver hoop that hung from his ear, the way his eyes crinkled when he returned your smile.
“Hi.” He paused, giving you just a moment to collect yourself again. “I’m Matty.” He sounded almost awkward, like he wanted to say something witty or cool but had completely drawn a blank. You told him your name, he nodded, he said something to Charli, he left. That was that, completely (maybe disappointingly) unmonumental. 
Charli sat down next to you on the couch again. “Did he seem tense to you?” she asked.
You gave a noncommittal shrug of your shoulders. “Dunno. You know him better than I do.” Although, a very small part of you couldn’t help but briefly wonder what it would be like if you did know him better. What if you could tell when he was tense, what if you knew all the tells of when he was anxious, what if you could read his mind and he could read yours? You stopped before you got even further ahead of yourself. You sound insane, you told yourself. It was enough to make you decide to push Matty out of your thoughts for the foreseeable future. Besides, it would be quite a while before you’d have to see him again.
Except it wasn’t. Just two weeks later, you found yourself back in Charli’s home, the familiar air smelling of pine and cinnamon from the lit candles. Charli had decked the house out in fairy lights and colorful, sparkling ornaments – it was a Christmas party, after all. “Party” was a bit of an overstatement, though. Really it was just you, her, George, and the other three guys, with Carly accompanying Adam. 
Your eyes landed on Matty almost immediately after walking inside. This time, instead of the drab coat and slicked-back hair, he was drowning in a fuzzy, oversized jumper and had let his curls loose. They framed his face perfectly, and something about seeing him in this setting – warm, cozy, inviting – made your heart briefly skip a beat.
Halfway through the night you were perfectly at home with the group of people who had been near strangers just hours before. Everybody had drinks in hand, conversation was flowing with ease, and a warm glow seemed to illuminate the whole room. In your slightly tipsy state, you allowed yourself to sneak furtive glances in Matty’s direction – what harm could come from a little crush on him? He was cute, he was funny, he was intriguing. It would be weird for me to not be interested, you reasoned with yourself. It was just then that your thoughts were interrupted by yet another reason to keep him on your mind: his fucking fingers. The flicker of his lighter had drawn your eyes to his hands and the way they fidgeted with a cigarette before pressing it to his lips. Matty’s face was briefly highlighted in a bloom of yellow-orange, before the flame went out and was replaced by wisps of grey smoke. You blatantly stared  at his index and middle fingers as they held the cigarette to his lips, then studied the shape those lips took when he blew the smoke out to the side, wondering how they would feel against yours, soft and hungry. 
At this thought, you stood and excused yourself to the kitchen, deciding that another drink was in order. You were almost certain you could feel Matty’s eyes burning into your back as you walked away, but you weren’t sure if it was wishful thinking or anxious paranoia on your part. 
The sound of conversation from the other room was slightly muted in the kitchen, but it wasn’t long before you heard familiar footsteps behind you. You turned around, already knowing it was Charli. “He hasn’t got a girlfriend, you know,” she said with a sly smile.
You furrowed your brow in feigned confusion. This would not become something she could hold over you. “Sorry, who are we talking about?”
“Matty, obviously!” she exclaimed loudly. You gave her a warning glance, petrified that her voice would carry and your little crush would have to come to a swift end.
“I’m not interested.” Charli raised her eyebrows at your words. “Well, maybe I’m attracted, but I’m not interested!”
Your friend knew you well enough to understand that the topic was moot. There would be no changing your mind – at least, not that night. Charli began to sidle out of the kitchen, but not without saying, “I’ll keep my eye on you two,” in a teasing voice.
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And then it’s summer. Everything is the same, but now there’s a gold filter over it all. Everything is different, but the air still smells the way it did in the summer five years ago. Summer is a constant. Time will always pass and everything will always keep moving, but when the time is right, the sun will always warm your skin, and if you try hard enough, your skin starts to glow the way it did when you were six years old. 
One thing you’ve learned since May, when the weather really got warm and the sunsets began to linger a little while longer, is that Matty Healy is luminous in the summertime. Your interactions with him have become more frequent since that December, giving you the opportunity to watch him metamorphosize. Without you particularly realizing, lunch dates and movies and late night drives with him have become a part of your weekly schedule. Charli had been determined to work her magic, and while no romantic endeavors had occurred, her set-ups for the two of you had undoubtedly helped form one of the most meaningful friendships in your life.
You’re definitely over that stupid crush. 
There’s no time to contemplate your previous budding infatuation anyway, because a car has pulled up outside your home and the driver is incessantly honking on the horn. Speak of the devil. You grab your tote bag filled with a towel, snacks, sunscreen, sunglasses, and a paperback book and dash out of your front door, sandals hitting the ground loudly. 
Both the driver’s and passenger’s doors of Matty’s car have been thrown open. Alison by Slowdive is playing softly through the car speakers as you slide into your seat and place your bag on the floor between your legs. Matty raises his sunglasses up away from his eyes, pushing some of his hair out of his face. “You ready?”
“Mhm.” You have to bite your tongue in order to not say more, seeing as your heart rate has increased tenfold at the sight of Matty. Every button of his white short-sleeve shirt is undone, the collar hanging loosely around his neck. His tattooed arms are sunkissed, almost golden, as if a goddess of the sun blessed him with her touch. Glimpses of the tattoo across his chest peek out from his undone shirt, contrasting with the bright fabric. You’re filled with the insatiable desire to remove the shirt and press your fingertips to the ink, the only barrier left between you and his bones being that thin layer of skin. You could melt into each other.
There’s not much need for small talk today. Soon enough you’re speeding down an empty rural road, windows down and music loud. Matty is rhythmically tapping on the wheel to the beat of the music, while you reach your arm out the window and let yourself become enveloped by the roaring warm wind. Occasionally you turn your attention back to Matty and the soft smile that appears on his face as he mouths the words to the song. He could smile at you and the world could crumble down at your feet and you wouldn’t care; all you can see is Matty.
After a lengthy drive, a sparkling expanse of water comes into view, the sandy beach completely deserted save for two figures you can see in the distance – Charli and George. You have a feeling that this beach day is another one of Charli’s attempts to set you up with Matty, and for once you don’t feel so eager to protest; not when his eyes are pools of honey and his cheeks are dusted pink from the sun and his perfectly sculpted figure is right in front of you like this.
When you and Matty have carried your things down to the beach where Charli and George have placed their bags, the two of them are already down in the water; Charli’s loud laughter carries up to the sand where you stand with Matty. “They’re really cute together, aren’t they?” you say wistfully, almost to yourself.
“Yeah… yeah, they are.” You’ve discarded the large cotton shirt you were using as a cover-up for the black two-piece you had beneath it, and Matty’s eyes are trained on you. A pause before it hits you:
He’s staring he’s staring he’s staring fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck–
Matty clears his throat. His face is burning bright red now, and you’re quite certain he hasn’t formed a sunburn this quickly. “Sunscreen?” he says weakly.
“Sorry?”
“Uhm, would you like help with your sunscreen, I mean.”
“Oh!” Your mouth takes a moment to catch up with your brain. “Yes, please!.” You dig around in your bag for the sunscreen and hand it to him before turning around, your back facing him.
The cool lotion on your back applied by his warm and calloused hands nearly makes you gasp. You bite down on your lower lip and tense your shoulders, though the goosebumps across your skin give you away regardless. Matty’s hands work the lotion into your skin, fingers practically massaging your shoulders. Your eyelids flutter close, and before you can stop yourself, you let out a soft, contented sigh. Matty’s fingers pause and your eyes shoot open.
Fuck.
It wasn’t even that bad don’t worry it’s fine don’t worry–
Fuck.
Matty quickly finishes applying the sunscreen and takes his hands off you, allowing you to face him once again. His lips are parted almost imperceptibly and you’re sure he can hear your thoughts racing – a mortifying idea, as all you can think about is silencing his next words with your mouth on his, hungry like he’s fresh fruit, letting him drip down your lips to your chin.
“Are you two having a moment?”
You nearly jump out of your skin. You didn’t even notice Charli making her way up the beach toward you. A knowing look is on her face as she picks up a towel and wraps it around herself, telepathically screaming “Tell me fucking everything” at you. 
“No, we’re just–” You start, but Matty is quick to interrupt.
“We just realized we forgot something in my car, actually! Come help me find it?” Matty looks at you pointedly, nearly begging for you to go along with this. And who are you to say no?
“Yeah, yeah, of course! Tell George we’ll be right back, alright?” you tell Charli.
Before she can get a word in edgewise, Matty takes your hand in his and adamantly whisks you away. You wave to Charli, who’s watching with an open-mouthed smile, before returning your attention to the task of keeping up with Matty’s fast pace. His grip on your hand, the serious expression on his face, the white shirt slipping down his shoulder – you’re suddenly faced with the unsavory realization that you’re not, nor have you ever been, over that stupid crush.
On the contrary, you’re utterly fucked.
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towering-book-piles · 5 months
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Sleepy Iceman confuses Maverick for a Teddybear.
[Part 1/3 of my 3 icemav headcannons series- they turned into mini ficlets,so here we go!]
Sleep deprived Iceman, who's just back from deployment and is very very tired.
He drives home on autopilot and gets very confused when his key won't work and quite frustrated. It's been a long day and all he wants is a cup of his grandmothers berry tea and his soft warm bed (and also his adorable wingman to love him back, but Ice is sleep deprived, not delusional, Maverick doesn't love him, so he's just happy to at least be friends with the beautiful brunette, he'll take what he can get thanks).
But now he's tired and thirsty, his wingman doesn't love him back, he's hungry too but enough to bother getting food until tomorrow, he just wants his go dammed bed, and his keys not working. Ice is about five seconds from crying on his front porch, in front of God and everyone at half 10 at night, 'ice-cold no mistakes' be damned.
Suddenly the door swings open from the inside, letting out a soft golden light onto the porch (huh who broke into the house??) But the question falls away when he sees the one and only Maverick Mitchell looking unfairly cozy and soft in grey sweatpants and an oversized white cable knit jumper that looks alot like the one Ice had lost a few deployments back. Huh, weird.
Ice blinks heavily to try and focus up and only gets more drowsy, so he ignores the conundrum of the love of his life having broken into his home and looking incredibly confused to see Ice at the door of his own home - but he just looks so darn cute and adorable with his fluffy black hair flopping into his bright wide green eyes, so maybe he can forgive him - and geez he really is whipped isn't he, bit pathetic Kazansky.
Ice slurs a general greeting at Maverick who's still frozen at the door and slips by him and heads to his bedroom. The sheets look a bit different but maybe Maverick did the laundry while he was breaking in.
Whatever Ice is too tired for this he'll think in the morning. Boots, jacket, shirt , trousers and socks all go in a pile in the hamper, again not where he left it. Maybe Mav wanted to play a prank??
Ice let out a soft sigh of pure relief at sliding in between the sheets in just his underwear and finally resting his head on the pillow, ignoring the choked sound from the doorway as he quickly fell into a dozy haze.
Ices brows furrowed as he tried to place the sound stopping him from actually sleeping. Goddammit, full grown aviators don't cry but Tom is certainly feeling close to it, he just wants to sleep already. Opening an eye he sees Maverick pacing up and down Ices side of the bed muttering frantically, a frown tugging down the corners of his mouth.
Well that won't do, Ice think slowly, maverick should always be smiling and happy. Maybe he's tired from deployments too?
With this in mind, he grabs Mavs hand on his next pass and ignoring the start the shorter man gave, pulls on his wrist until he's the bed beside him. Mav is still talking to Ice, but Ice is beyond listening and just keeps tugging a bemused and slightly flushed Maverick to lay down beside him.
Ice gives another happy sigh when Mav is fully reclined back beside him and slings his arms around the brunette, pulling him into he circle of his arms to rest on his chest. Ice had his arms wrapped around Mavs torso, with Mavs head on the pillow and Ices head resting on the shorter man's chest, hugging his entire right side to Ice. Pure bliss.
Ice was finally comfortable and content, with the man of his dreams in his arms, and he drifted off with Mav's firm and strong heartbeat under his ear, into peaceful dreams and a restful sleep.
💛💛💛
Part Two:
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allyeardepression · 1 month
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@jegulus-microfic | feb 14 lips | words: 457
hi, so, i’m actually pretty proud of this one. i rewrote it a billion times but i think it’s really good (for my level), so i hope y’all will enjoy it 🥰
Regulus tugged at his boyfriend’s hand, dragging him up the stairs that led to the roof. He told James that he wanted to show him his star, but that wasn’t all - Regulus spent half the day setting up a date for them. There were candles all over the roof, cozy blankets and cushions to sit on, and James’ favourite snacks such as homemade chocolate chip cookies, cream cheese crackers and blueberries. And Regulus felt proud of himself for managing to make it almost entirely without help - he just needed Effie’s hand with the cookies, being too afraid of burning down the whole flat.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Regulus turned to James to kiss him gently before saying “I hope you’re going to like it.”
As he opened the door, James came to an abrupt halt, stunned, his lips parted slightly. Regulus couldn’t decide if the taller man looked in awe or terrified. At the thought of James disliking the whole thing, his anxiety woke up, running freely around his brain, saying stuff like he hates it, he doesn’t want to be here, he’s uncomfortable, he thinks you’re being too much. And, even though he knew it was some made-up shit, that made Regulus feel sick to his stomach.
“Do you like it?” he asked hesitantly, fiddling with the sleeves of his jumper.
At the question James looked over at him. In the matter of seconds he was cradling Regulus’ cheeks with his hands and kissing him breathlessly. And, honestly, who was Regulus to not give into it?
They stood there, the younger man wrapping his arms around James’ shoulders and climbing on his tiptoes, while the other man’s hands slipped down his body to hold onto his hips. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing around each other, teeth biting lips occasionally - it felt like if they broke apart, they might die.
As it turned out after a few long minutes, they did not, in fact, die when they separated. They just lingered close to one another, panting into their mouths. After a moment, Regulus huffed out a breathless laugh.
“So, I take it as a yes” he chuckled, nuzzling James’ nose with his own.
“It, indeed, is a yes. I love it, baby” his boyfriend replied before kissing his forehead.
Regulus finally led James to the sitting area, plopping him down just to feed him blueberries. As he tried to put one in his mouth, James tugged him down, into his lap. He brushed some of the black waves behind his ear, Regulus’ cheeks turning a pretty pink.
“So,” James whispered, looking him in the eyes with so much adoration he thought he could combust right there. “will you show me your star, love?”
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louloulemons-posts · 8 months
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Hi! I love how much fluff is in your fics 💜 So comforting
Can I request Eddie and reader having Halloween date at home?
A lot of cuddles, pizza, classic horror movies and themed food? 🥺
Have a nice day!
Hi! Thank you so much for the request, I hope this fulfils what you were hoping for 🤍
Spooky Date Night
Eddie Munson X Reader
Summary : Eddie plans a date for him and his girlfriend.
Word Count : 1.5k
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Warnings : Pure fluff, mentions of horror movies, swearing, knives (pumpkin carving), use of Y/N, pet names, not proofread.
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You couldn’t wait, Eddie had invited you over to the trailer for a date. One that he had not let you know anything about whatsoever. All he said was dress comfy, pack an overnight bag and come over at 6:30.
All of those things were done, dressed in some sweatpants and a long sleeve tee with a jumper and jacket over top, you tried to hide from the chilly October air.
Pulling up to the trailer and parking next to Eddies van. Grabbing your bag from the seat beside you you climbed out and knocked on his door.
You heard his voice, “Coming!” Soon enough the door was pulled open and there stood Eddie Munson, a grin on his face. “Hey Angel! Come on in.”
You did so, sliding off your beat up shoes and leaving them next to Eddies favourites. Looking up the trailer looked a lot different to how it normally did.
There were fake cobwebs everywhere, candles lit, the room was dark but cosy. There were pumpkins on the counter, pizza and Halloween candy on the table. A high pile of videos to watch.
“What do you think?” He asked, stepping from one foot to the other nervously. “It looks great! You did all this?” You asked him. He nodded, “Yeah thought we could have a spooky night, as we’re going to that party on Halloween night.”
“You’re something else Munson, just the sweetest guy,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. “I’m glad you like it. Why don’t you go put your stuff in our room I’ll get us some drinks and plates for food.”
You nodded and went to drop your bag off in his room, you did have spare clothes at Eddies, even then you borrowed his. It was very likely that by the end of the night you’d end up in the worn Black Sabbath shirt he was wearing currently.
You went back to join him on his couch, as he put a couple slices of pizza on your plate.
“It’s so cozy in here, should convince Wayne to keep it like this.”
“It was hard enough to convince him to let me do this,” you both laughed at that.
“So what movies have we got?”
“I got a selection, classics, Halloween, Jaws, Nightmare on Elmstreet and The Shining. Some less scary ones cause I want you to get some sleep, so Rocky Horror.”
You hummed, there were a couple more in the pile too, you assumed that’s why he asked you over so early. “Got us some pumpkins to carve too, cause you know, best part of Halloween.”
You could only smile at him, he thought of all of this. You both loved Halloween, that was one of the things you bonded over when you first met. People freaking out over Christmas when you were already waiting for the Spooky Season to roll back around.
So the pair of you tucked into your pizza, chatting away and giggling ready to start your spooky evening.
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After you’d cleared up your plates and Pizza boxes, Eddie and you grabbed some knives, pens and a big bowl for your pumpkin carving. Rolling up your sleeves, you pulled the orange veggie towards you.
“Damn getting serious babe,” Eddie laughed. “You know it, want me to tie your hair back?” You asked him, he nodded, and held out his wrist. A hair tie sat there, it was for either you or him, depending on the situation.
Pulling his curls out of his face, you tied them in a low pony that sat at the base of his neck. Kissing the top of his head you sat back next to him. “Thanks Angel.”
Picking up a pen you began to draw your design on your pumpkin. Planning on doing a some what traditional one, triangle eyes and nose and a toothy grin.
You could tell Eddie was going the opposite route, assuming something with a fearsome face, that could potentially scare trick or treaters away.
Once you were both happy with your designs, you picked up your knives and began to cut off the top. Making lid for the little guys, pulling it off you smiled, proud of how even it was.
“Nice work babe,” Eddie smiled, soon pulling his own off. “Thanks, you too.” Placing it down you stood up. “Where you off too?” He asked. “To get spoons, we forgot them.”
“We don’t need spoons!” Eddie said before shoving his hand in the pumpkin. It came out covered in seeds and stringy insides. “Gross pumpkin guts!” You exclaimed.
“Dare you to try some.”
“No way!”
“Why not? It’s just pumpkin.”
“It’s grim Eds, look at it!” He grinned at you. “Don’t you dare.” You took a step back and Eddie stood up.
“Stay away!” He lunged for you and you squealed, running through the kitchen, the boy cackling as he chased you. “Edward Munson go away!”
You could feel him behind you, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him, you screamed. He rubbed his sticky hand on your face slightly.
“Get off!” You shouted. He laughed again, dropping his head to your shoulder, his body shaking with laughter. “You’re a terrible boyfriend, did you know that?” You asked,turning to face him.
He couldn’t help out laugh, that was until you got your hand and wiped some of the pumpkin off your face and onto his lips. He spluttered, “Ew gross!” He exclaimed, wiping his mouth.
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Your jack o lanterns now sat on the side with candles in. “Can’t believe I knocked his tooth out, he’s all gappy now!” You whined, dropping your head on to Eddie.
“I think he’s cute Angel. We got a cute one and a scary one, it’s like me and you.”
“You calling me gappy Edward Munson?”
“Who said you’re the cute one?” He cocked a brow.
You went to retaliate but he pecked your lips, “Pick a movie, I’m going to the bathroom.” He stood from the couch and walked away.
Looking through them, you decided that Halloween was the best one to start with.
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It was almost 12pm and you were now watching Nightmare on Elmstreet, pushing yourself closer to Eddie. “You okay?” He asked.
“Mhm, he’s just creepy,” you said. The boy wrapped his arms around you, letting you rest your head on his chest and his own on top of yours. He pressed a kiss to you and smiled.
Freddie Kruger popped up on screen making you jump and hide your face in Eddies chest, squealing as you did so. “Oh sweet girl it’s okay,” he spoke softly, rubbing your arm.
“Want me to turn it off?” You shook you head, no. “Okay but after this, Rocky Horror okay?”
“‘Mkay.” Pecking the top of your head once more, you moved your eyes to the screen once more.
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You were about half way through Rocky Horror when your eyes grew heavy. It was nearing 1am, and you hadn’t moved from your position, snuggled in Eddies chest.
Relaxing fully, you let your eyes fall close, comfy and calm. No fear of Freddie Kruger or Michael Myers or even a giant Shark coming to get you.
Soon enough you were asleep in Eddies arms. Huffing a laugh, he gave you a light squeeze, allowing himself to relax too.
He was nervous this date wouldn’t be something you liked, he just wanted to make you happy. He knew he’d done that, from your laughter, to the play fighting to now, you snoozing in his arms softly.
Eddies became drowsy himself, he’d been up early to clean and decorate the trailer to make everything perfect for you. He didn’t mind, he’d do anything for you.
The boy soon followed your actions and drifted off himself, the sound of Tim Curry’s voice lulling you both.
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A firm hand shook Eddies shoulder, making him jump awake. He met the eyes of his uncle Wayne. “Oh hey,” he said voice thick with sleep.
“Hey, sorry to wake you, but you’re in my bed,” he motioned to the couch.
“Shit sorry Wayne.” Eddie slowly slid you off him, resting you softly on the cushions.
Back cracking lightly as he stretched, he reached down for you, pulling your sleeping figure into his arms. “We’ll get out of your way, and I’ll clean up in the morning.”
“It’s 5am it’s morning. Just keep it down okay, it’s been a long shift.”
“Sure, do you need anything?” The boy asked his uncle.
“Just some sleep, you get yourself and Y/N to bed Son. So get outta my room.”
“Night Wayne.” He grunted back at Eddie, turning off the TV, that had a static screen, and grabbed his blanket from the back.
Eddie held you close to his chest as he wandered to the bedroom, keeping you as comfy as he could. Laying you down gently, you whined lightly.
“It’s okay Sweet Girl go back to sleep, ,” he hushed, stroking your hair. Laying down next to you, he pulled the blanket over both of your figures.
Soon enough the room was full of your snores, reaching for one another even in your sleepy state. It had been a great night.
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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍
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stormoflina · 24 days
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Outfit pics are back, time for my favourite post, lessgoo
disclaimer: opinions
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Sigh, so the thing with Dominik is that you can't judge his outfits using parameters like taste or sense of style, you have to apply his very own little Domi scale to rate it, otherwise we are in the trenches.
With that in mind, I can appreciate that he is finally not wearing the rope laces, not that these ones are any better sadly. Bag, plain ugly. But you know what, hot take, but I kinda like this set. On the Domi scale it's a 6.5/10, 3/10 in the normal.
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Will we ever see Ryan in something else, other than plain, monochrome sweats? Not feeling the navy either, I think the warmer tones look nicer on him. And those shoes look like the ones you can buy in Aldi, I'm sorry. It's safe, it's boring, can't give a number higher than 4/10.
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Only Cody could wear Prada and still serve millennial dad core. 😭 Yet again, his height and face card saves him tho, he just looks clean and put together, as always. The shoes are nice, I guess. 5/10, because I'm bored!!
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Listen, Stefan usually serves, but this is not a flattering picture. 😭 He loves his flowy, baggy pants, but this one is just not it. I like the chunky shoes tho, and the jacket and baseball cap, it's fun, youthful, he looks cute. 7.5/10
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Nike and Adidas monochrome sweatsets? How original! I'm giving them 5/10 each, because I love them, not because they look good. I mean they do, just not the outfits.
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Hot take: I don't like puffer jackets, so we are already a few points behind. Still, Virgil is just so effortlessly cool (despite clearly also putting effort into it yk), I just can't help but like it. 😭 Layering king, shoes are nice, hair is on point, pose is great... Typical Virgil aura. 8/10
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Uhm, Macca, put your ankles away you, you w*h*ore. Yeah, this is not it, very much 2010s business bro vibes. It's something Ali would wear. 😭 And it's not your fault Macca, but I have trauma from men in shiny puffy vests. The maté kit is cute tho. 4.5/10
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Don't judge me, but I like this okay. Idk, he looks so soft and cozy in the jumper and I like how the top matches the shoes. And his black leather maté kit is a serve too. But maybe it's just Darwin's good looks that make me say 7/10.
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Here comes Wataru, saving the day again. Not his best fit, but he still looks sharp and so well put together, despite taking a more causal approach. I love a man in well-fitted clothes and these jeans look great on him! I don't really like the shoes, but other than that it's a casual 7/10.
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jamdoughnutmagician · 6 months
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A Cut Above The Rest
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Mechanic!Eddie x Fem!Hairdresser!Reader
Pumpkin Patches and Apple Cider (part 5)
Summary:As promised Eddie takes you on a date, and it turns out to be the best date you've ever been on.
Word Count:1, 960
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True to his word Eddie rolled up to Robin’s apartment in his van sharp on five o’clock ready to pick you for your date.
You were wearing the outfit that Robin had so graciously helped pick out for you after dragging you to go shopping for the perfect thing to wear on your first date with Eddie. A simple, comfortable and incredibly cozy jumper, paired with your favourite pair of jeans that you had stashed away in your suitcase when you left Chicago.
Eddie knocks his knuckles against the door only to be greeted with Robin's hard stare.
"Uh..Is she here?" Eddie questions nervously, rocking back on the heels of his feet.
"She's just finishing up getting ready. You can wait here if you like.” Robin says opening the door of the apartment for Eddie to come in.
Eddie shuffles his way across the threshold, his hands shoved into his jeans pocket as he does.
“So..Eddie? I hear that you’re wanting to take my friend out on a date?”
“Well..I was kind of hoping to, yeah?” he answers, suddenly unsure of himself under Robin’s gaze.
“Look here Eddie, she’s my best friend, alright? So if you treat her bad, I treat you bad, you got that?’ Robin enforces sternly. She may have been trying to slyly push you two together, but she’d be damned before she let anyone treat you bad again. Eddie included.
Eddie nods frantically, his hair bouncing wildly as he does.
Eddie wasn’t frightened by many things, but Robin’s cold and unforgiving stare had him on edge. He did not want to find out what she would do to him if ever he fucked up. Let it be known that Robin could be quite intimidating when she wanted to be.
"I hear you, loud and clear. I'll be the perfect gentleman, scout's honour" Eddie affirms, crossing his heart with his finger.
"Good. Then we shouldn't have any problems." 
Just as Robin’s finished her little heart-to-heart with Eddie you emerge from your room.
You look so adorable, Eddie thinks. So warm and cosy snuggled into your sweater.
"Hi!" You blush shyly as you look at him, he looks so good in his red and black flannel shirt that he’d thrown over some graphic metal band t-shirt, layering over a dark denim jacket. His charcoal black jeans leading down to a pair of well-worn black DM’s.
“Hey! You ready to go?” he smiles your way, tilting his head towards the door.
“Yup! Let’s go!” you smile back brightly.
“Your carriage awaits, princess.” he smiles as he leads you out the door.
“YOU GUYS HAVE FUN!” Robin shouts down the hallway. “..AND BE SAFE!”
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Eddie pulls up in his van to a vast field. The evening sun casts a warm orange glow over everything.
His van rolls to a stop and as you look out of the window your eyes catch the sign above the entrance to the field.
Maple Bridge Farm.
“Alright here we are! The Maple Bridge Farm Festival!" Eddie says grandly, gesturing with wide open arms.
you look at the signs, pointing to all the activities that are going on. There's a pumpkin patch, a corn maze, hay rides and a small barn where there is food and drinks available.
"What do you want to do first?" Eddie asks, looking over to you.
“Can we do the corn maze? Please!” you ask excitedly, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt slightly.
“Come on then! Let’s go!” he says with a wide grin as you both make your way  towards the entrance of the maze.
Suddenly the excitement of getting to do the corn maze began to wear off before it had even begun when you saw the tall imposing growth of hedges standing before you.
“C-can I..Would it be okay if I held your hand? Please?” You say as you cast your eyes down the pathway of the tall, crowding growth of leaves.
He slips his hand in yours, lacing his fingers in between yours before giving your hand a small squeeze. Eddie can’t help the small swell of joy he feels in his heart at how your hand fits so perfectly in his. Like it belongs there. Like it was always meant to be there.
“Come on! I’ll keep you safe.” he smiles, as you take your first few steps into the maze. 
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Surprisingly Eddie turns out to be very good at mazes. Easily navigating his way through the endless twists and turns of the tall hedges, never once letting go of your hand.
It didn't take long before the both of you had made your way through the exit, laughing as you went.
“So what do you want to do now?” He asks.
“I chose to do the maze, so I think it’s only fair that I let you choose the next activity.” you offer kindly.
“Well I saw a sign pointing towards a pumpkin patch, so what do you say about hitchin’ a ride in the back of one of the hay trucks and picking out some pumpkins?” he says with a wide smile.
“Lead the way.” 
You and Eddie hop into the back of the truck, comfortably sitting down next to each other on a bale of hay, and the truck begins to pull away down the dusty dirt road towards the pumpkin patch. With the slight chill of the evening air seeping into your bones you find yourself leaning closer to Eddie, eager to feel his comforting warmth. Eddie takes his chance, watching how you lean your body into his, he slips his arm around your shoulder, snuggling you closer to him.
“Better?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Much better” you reply, leaning your head on his shoulder with a shy smile playing at your lips.
The truck trundles down the road, before rolling to a gentle stop outside the pumpkin patch.
Eddie jumps down from the back of the truck and then turns around offering up his hand up to you to help you down.
“Ready to go pumpkin picking?” he asks excitedly.
“I can’t wait! I wanna find a really big one!”
“Me too! When I was younger Wayne would take me here to pick out a pumpkin and I would always choose the biggest ones I could find.” he laughs “he’d always tease me about it. ‘What’s the point of getting a big pumpkin like that if you can’t even carry it?’” he chuckles, recounting the memory with a spot-on impression of his uncle.
You and Eddie set off into the pumpkin patch, your eyes scanning across the sea of orange sitting in the field.
"How about this one?" Eddie says holding up a large pumpkin in his arms.
"Hm it's not quite right, it's a little too lumpy."
"What do you think about this one, Eddie?"  You say pointing down to a pumpkin next to your feet.
"Eh, that one's kind of short" he says, shaking his head and scrunching his nose.
Then you see it. That's the one. It's big, perfectly round and vibrantly orange. There's my pumpkin.
You heft your arms around the heavy vegetable as best you can, carefully carrying it over to Eddie who has now found a pumpkin of his own.
"I found my pumpkin!" Your voice chimes excitedly, despite your face being hidden behind the sizable vegetable. 
"Indeed you have." He chuckles. "You alright there?" he says nodding to the pumpkin in your arms.
“Yeah I got it!” you say proudly.
“Alright then, how about we go pay for these and I can get them loaded into the back of my van and then we have drinks in that little barn over there.” Eddie suggests.
“I like the way you think” you smile brightly at him.
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After Eddie had helped you load your pumpkin into the back of his van alongside his, you found yourself sitting inside opposite him in a cozy barn that had been converted into a bar. Fairy lights string from the beams above and rustic wooden furniture decorate the space.
 You both each order a glass of warm apple cider. The sweetly spiced drink is warm in your hands and you take a sip.
As Eddie takes a sip from his own glass he breaks the comfortable silence between the both of you.
“I haven’t seen you for, what? like, over 10 years and now I’ve seen three times in this last week, so what’s got you coming back to a place like Hawkins after all this time?” Eddie asks.
It’s not that you didn’t want to be honest with Eddie, but you just didn’t know if the answer to this question was exactly first date material. No, this was Eddie, he made you feel safe. You could tell him, and he would understand.
“Well, I’m a hairdresser, and one night I was working late, finishing up with a client’s cut and colour and I kind of stumbled into my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, in our bed with another woman.” you explain, recounting the events of what brought you to Hawkins in the first place.
Eddie nods, listening to your story, his big brown eyes never leaving you as you speak.
“He sounds like a dick. I don’t understand how someone could do that, especially not when they’ve got someone as great as you who loves them.”
You blush under his praise. He speaks with no sense of irony or sarcasm in his voice, letting you know that what he’s saying isn’t just a line he’s trying to sell you, and that he genuinely means every word of what he’s saying.
“I’m serious! I’ve had such a great time with you, I can’t imagine why anyone would treat you like that. I know if I had a girl like you I would only want to do right by you.”
You feel yourself tearing up at his kind words, wiping away a tear before it can fall.
“Did I say something wrong?” Eddie worries, watching how your expression changes.
“No, not at all” you smile, looking at him from under your lashes. “You’re just being really nice, Eddie.”
“Well, I’ll be honest Robin kind of scared me a little before we left, told me that if I hurt you, she was going to hurt me.” he laughs. “It’s not everyday that I get physically threatened by her, but it’s nice that she looks out for you like that.”
“Yeah I suppose it is. I think she’s been trying to slyly push us together since we came across each other that first night.” 
“Well I’m glad she has, I’d been trying to work up the courage to ask you out since high school, and then when you moved away I was worried that I’d missed my chance.” Eddie confesses.
“This is certainly one of the better dates that I’ve been on, for sure.” you nod. You had had a wonderful time with Eddie and spending time and being with him only made you want to spend more time with him.
“So are you telling me that if I asked you on a second date, that you might be open to the idea?” Eddie asks hopefully.
“I would.” you nod with a smile.
You laugh at Eddie’s little gesture of a victorious fist pump to himself, clearly pleased that his plan of asking you on a second date had worked.
Sitting in the warmth of Eddie’s company felt like the easiest and most natural thing in the world, nothing could compare to the butterflies you feel in your chest when he flashes you his cheeky smile. Being with him felt like standing in the golden glow of a sunbeam, warm and inviting, and just so right.
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saywhatjessie · 4 months
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you should take your sweater off first, pal
Day six of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 6: Sweater Weather. Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie 1.1k[Ao3]
“What is the fucking point of all the ugly clothes you buy if you’re just going to steal mine?”
“I refuse to be lectured on fashion from someone who only wears things that are black and black adjacent.”
“This isn’t a lecture – that was clearly an irritated aside on a different complaint. The complaint being you are wearing my fucking sweater.”
“Well it’s cozy, innit! Ain’t my fault you only have clothes from fifty years ago and they don’t make things like they used to.”
Roy grunted. He wanted to argue that the state of fast fashion was not his fault and he should not be punished but, if he were being honest with himself – and he tried to do that more these days – seeing Jamie in his clothes wasn’t exactly a punishment.
“Well what are we going to do when your stupid shoulders stretch it out?”
“I assume you’ll thank whichever god you want for giving you a boyfriend with such massive and sexy shoulders.”
Roy growled. Jamie stuck his tongue out.
“Well seeing as the damage is already done, you can keep wearing that one.” Jamie preened. “But no more. I only have so many sweaters from 50 years ago, I’d like you not to disfigure the others.”
Jamie pouted. “Well what happens when this one don’t smell like your old man stink anymore? I mean there are worse fates for a jumper than to smell like Jamie Tartt, but it shouldn’t forget where it comes from.”
“It can’t remember anything, it’s a fucking sweater,” Roy said, rolling his eyes. “You can just say you like that it smells like me.”
Jamie shook his head. “Can’t say that. You’ll get a big head.”
“We have fucked in my trophy room, I already know you’re obsessed with me.”
“Says the man who wanked to a youtube compilation of Jamie Tartt’s best goals!”
“You were there too! You fucking helped!”
“Well I know I’m fit, why wouldn’t I get off to me?”
Roy pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re getting sidetracked.”
Jamie retreated further into the sweater, pouting at Roy with his chin tucked in the collar and the sleeves over his hands.
Roy sighed. “I will wear the sweater when it loses my smell so it smells like me again. Happy?”
It’s all fine until Roy is called into an emergency meeting with the fucking Diamond Dogs.
Jamie grinned. “I’ll be happier if you give us a cuddle. I’m still freezin’. Honestly, grandad, you’re stinking rich. You can afford to properly heat your house.”
“I’m filing a complaint with HR,” Roy said as soon as the Facetime call connected. “I shouldn’t be called into these after working hours.”
Ted made a ‘pshh’ sound. “Diamond Dogs ain’t work, Roy! I’d say we’re more pleasure than business.”
“Well that’s definitely a call to HR,” Trent said, smirking.
“Higgins might be asleep already,” Nate noted, rubbing his eyes. “Ted, did you forget the time difference?”
“Little bit, yeah” Ted winced. “I never did get the hang of doing it the other way. So used to thinking backwards than forwards.”
“It’s not that late,” Roy grunted. “Higgins just might be asleep because he’s got so many fucking kids. Not sure what Nate’s excuse is.”
“Fell asleep on the couch watching a film.” Nate explained, shrugging. “Didn't mean to. This call waking me up actually probably saved my back.”
“Well good!” Ted beamed. “And what a treat it is to see you all in your comfy clothes, too. Trent is that a blanket hoodie?”
Trent hummed. “Softest and warmest thing I’ve ever owned.”
“I’m more surprised by Roy,” Beard said, totally deadpan. “I’ve never seen you anything so ill fitting.”
Roy looked down to see he was wearing The Jamie Sweater.
He grunted. “Used to fit until Jamie stole it. fucking muppet stretched it all out.”
“He’s like a labrador that still thinks he’s a lap dog even after he gets big,” Ted mused, fondly. Roy snorted in agreement.
“Why not just give it to him if it doesn’t fit you anymore?” Nate asked.
“I did.”
Beard raised an eyebrow. “But you’re wearing it.”
Roy growled, crossing his arms.
“Well,” Trent said, appearing very much like the smug reporter he used to be. "Knowing what I do about borrowing boyfriend’s sweaters – both being a boyfriend whose sweater was borrowed and having borrowed sweaters from boyfriends – I’d say Roy is performing the standard smell return.”
Beard grinned, crossing his arms too. “You’re making the sweater smell like you again for your boyfriend.”
“Shut it,” Roy growled.
“Aw, now Roy, that’s sweeter than an immediate hotel room full of chocolate bars.”
Nate nodded. “Suite full of sweets toot sweet.”
Ted and Beard pointed at him.
“I’m hanging up,” Roy said.
“I’m here!” Higgins said, call connecting as he wheezed through some requisite howls. “What have I missed?”
“Mostly Roy and Jamie being shockingly wholesome as a couple,” Beard answered.
“Aw!” Higgins smiled.
When they finished their meeting, it was half ten, and Jamie was already in bed. They didn’t do 4am training anymore since Roy was manager, but Jamie did get up and train on his own most mornings before they headed into Nelson Road. Gave Roy more time for all the shitty boring manager paperowk he had to do now but it did mean more early nights.
“No,” Roy said “Fuck off enough about me." He let out a massive bark. “Ted, what the fuck is your problem?”
Early nights they spent together because they were surprisingly wholesome. Fuck Roy’s life.
Roy removed his trousers and crawled in next to him, Jamie immediately turning to nuzzle into his chest.
“Fucking Diamond Dogs saw what you did to my sweater and think we’re sweet now.”
Jamie snorted. “No amount of clothes sharing could make you sweet. You’re Roy fucking Kent. You’re a bitter old cunt and that’s why we love you.”
Roy hummed. “Bitter like unsweetened dark chocolate.”
“Bitter like stale coffee you keep in the back of the cabinet for the weirdos who don’t drink tea.”
Roy smiled, a small thing that he was sure Jamie could still see even with his eyes closed. “Thanks, babe.”
Jamie hummed, his hand running over Roy’s chest. “You know it’s about the same level of furriness with and without the sweater,” Jamie noted.
Roy rolled his eyes. “I hate you,” he said, kissing the top of Jamie’s head.
“I know,” Jamie answered on a happy sigh. “But you’re really bad at it.”.
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heartsforlily · 1 month
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february 14: @jegulus-microfic prompt: lips. word count: 204
Remus' jumpers are a must-have in everyone's wardrobe, simply too cozy and warm to resist. Even Regulus couldn't deny it.
Jasmine wears one of his "ugliest" jumpers nearly every day—the one covered with numerous eyes. Surprisingly, the only other person who wears it is James.
"Is that my jumper?" Jasmine questions Regulus as he strolls down to the Gryffindor table, likely eyeing her plate for a sausage.
"When was it ever yours?" Remus interjects, arching an eyebrow. Jasmine gives him a sheepish glance before mimicking his expression and turning towards Regulus.
"I clearly remember you saying, and I quote, 'That's the ugliest fucking jumper I've ever seen.'"
"Stop being dramatic," Regulus retorts, rolling his eyes.
"'Stop being dramatic,' he says. Alright Mr. my-brother-is-Sirius-Black," she counters sarcastically, her lips curling into a smirk. Across the table, Sirius shoots her a dirty look.
"Not that I mind, just curious where you got it from, because James had taken it yest..."
Regulus freezes like a deer caught in headlights.
Everything erupts at once. James nearly chokes on his coffee, Sirius realizes what's happening just a tad too late, and Regulus is already bolting.
James joins him, both Jasmine and Sirius chasing after them, yelling simultaneously: "YOU BROTHERFUCKER!"
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tillthelandslide · 7 months
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Same For You (6): The Dinner
Series Masterlist
(5) Changing Roads
Series Warnings: slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap, complicated relationship (low-key unhealthy dynamics), eventual love...
Taglist: @scooby-doodoo @thereisaplaceintheheart @theoriginalwhatsername @eaglestar31 @thefrontofmymind @fallingforel @partoftheairforce @procrastinatinglikeapro @poisonmedaddy13 @xthe1975 @all-things-fic @jstbeeingme
a/n: here it is everyone!!!! i hope you're ready... things are getting spicyyyyyy (kind of? maybe not i dunno hahah) anywayyyy i love this series and am actually proud of my work for once. Again part 7 is ready to post, i'll be posting it once this has 100 notes :) hope you enjoy, love you all TONS - Lou <3
Being invited back to Charli and George's for dinner wasn't really part of her plan. When the pair met up for a few casual lunch time drinks, Y/n hadn't anticipated being invited back to her house. But Charli was determined if nothing else. She insisted that it wasn't a hassle and George was already planning on cooking food for the couple so one more addition wouldn't hurt. She remembers the brief comment from George about Charli wanting her to have dinner with the couple but she hadn't anticipated it happening so quickly.
She had been to two solo studio sessions and two group sessions, but she still hadn't expected the couple the be so persistent. Not that she was complaining, but slowly the people she once idolised, the people who created music that helped her, were becoming friends and the feeling was foreign, the imposter syndrome she was feeling was unsettling.
Y/n insisted on at least bringing something to contribute, so the girls picked up a bottle of red wine before they jumped in an Uber to Charli's house.
The last thing she was expecting when entering their house was to see one Ross MacDonald lounging in their living room, legs spread casually causing one too many unsavoury thoughts to cloud her mind at the sight. In some alternate universe, one where she's not really her, and her two friends aren't staring at her avidly, she'd be able to go up to the man and drape herself over his lap. In some alternate universe, he would tuck in his head into her neck and attack the skin with kisses, making her giggle, she'd get hot under the collar when those large hands would find her hips and he'd mumble a "miss you" before smearing his lips against her.
"Y/n!" She hears him say cheerfully, snapping her out of her thoughts as he leaves his spot on the sofa and stands to hug her, she can't help but get that feeling in her stomach when he says her name. It takes him all but three strides before he's in front of her. She cranes her neck to look at the man and she wishes more than anything that she could tear her eyes away. He's dressed in black jeans and a cozy brown knit jumper and she can see the collar of the black t-shirt he's wearing underneath. The chain he always wears is tucked beneath the clothing, but she can see the edges poking out, teasing her.
"didn't know you were coming" she can't miss the small smirk that rests on both George and Charli's faces and she keeps her eyes trained on them as she speaks.
"I didn't either... Wasn't really planned" she says but accepts the hug from him, allowing herself to squeeze him tighter, one hand loose around his back as she holds the bottle of wine. They pull away and she turns to George who stands with an arm wrapped around his girlfriend's waist.
"Good to see you love, had a good time?" He asks, referring to the two girls hanging out. She walks towards them, handing George the bottle of wine as she speaks.
"I did thank you, Charli insisted I came back for dinner, said you were already cooking for the two of you... I didn't want to intrude but now I see Ross is too, I don't feel as bad" she laughs and George almost flinches at her words and she wonders why. Until she hears the bearded man talk from behind her, immediately drawing her attention to him.
"What do you mean love? George invited me around for dinner about a week ago" Ross admits and her head snaps to George who now has a shit eating grin, smiling down at Charli. The little shits had planned this.
"No idea what you're talking about" George says as he backs away from them, going into his kitchen to grab some wine glasses.
Charli leads them back into the living room, smiling as Ross sits as close as humanly possible to y/n on the large sofa, plenty of space for them to sit further apart. She rolls her eyes at the black haired girl but the smirk doesn't fall from Charli's face.
"What did you two get up to? Look very lovely" Ross admits and she can't help but blush. She was used to him complimenting her when no one was around, but when Charli is sat opposite them, she can't help but blush deeply.
Ross didn't care that his crush was obvious, he wanted to say what was on his mind so he did. She wears a midi length black skirt with a slit that finishes at her mid thigh and a black crop top. He can't help but desperately want to place his hand on the skin that's revealed at her thigh.
"We had some drinks... Chatted" her answer is short, she felt a bit embarrassed that Charli was watching them and it seems the woman picks up on the vibe and she suddenly stands.
"I'm going to see if G needs help" she says, smiling as she leaves. Y/n let's out a sigh and Ross chuckles.
"This all feels a bit weird doesn't it?" Ross swings his arm around the back of the sofa, resting behind her head, hand curved and beginning to lightly play with her hair. It's the slightest touch but she can feel it and it has her eyes fluttering shut.
"It is..." She finally speaks, once her eyes have reopened and are now beaming into his.
"Missed you y'know...." His voice trails off, eyes wandering to his fingertips which hook into her hair, combing through the soft strands.
"It's only been two days Ross..." Despite her words she's missed him too and she must admit, being with him without the lingering (and slightly distracting) presence of Matty is a welcomed scenario. Her mind was less clouded, less foggy, her thoughts clearer and very much present, with him and him only. If only for this moment, this day.
"Still missed you" his confession has her smiling a small, soft smile. She knows she should be pulling back, should be moving away so his hand couldn't comb through her hair but she couldn't help it. She wanted this, wanted him and she knew if she didn't at least let these minor things happen (despite how ablaze they set her) she would probably combust with need for him.
He feels it too, the desire to be closer to her, to be touching her, to be doing something. But it feels easier to fight when he allows himself the simple pleasures, like playing with her hair, or hooking some strands behind her ear to reveal more of her face.
His hand drops from her hair just in time, returning to his lap as George and Charli return to the room, wine glasses in hand, the bottle resting in the crook of George's armpit.
"Don't drop that, it was expensive" she jokes, despite it being true.
"I know... I saw, shouldn't have done that Y/n, your company is enough" he says as he opens the bottle and pours four glasses, then sitting down next to Charli, hooking his arm tightly around her shoulders.
Ross looked at the couple and wanted nothing more to mirror them, to slide his arm back to its previous position but closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his as he half hugged her. But he couldn't.
"Take it as a thank you for everything you've done so far" she says and George smiles across at her.
"George showed me a few tracks, it sounds really good so far... think once it's released you'll be able to buy a lot more than just that wine' Charli says and y/n sees her expression change, eyes finding Ross' before she says more "don't see why it needs all three of the boys in the studio but with the way it's sounding it clearly works" she smirks at y/n who shakes her head at her. Picking up on what she was insuating... That Ross and Matty were just there for her.
She chooses to ignore her comment and speaks about something else instead "George showed me welcome to my island" she says with an eyebrow raise. She can't help but smile proudly as Charli smiles, clearly happy with the song and proud of it too. The girls had only spent the day with each other, the first time they truly had been alone together without their overlapping friendship groups present, but they felt closer already. She was already able to sense how Charli was feeling, what was going on in her mind and what plans she was scheming.
"It's really good... Hot" she says and George chuckles. Her eyes flick between the couple and she smirks as they share a look. One in which says, "fuck yeah it's hot". She feels jealous of the pair for a second and her eyes flick to Ross' who is smiling happily, clearly just happy to be there with them.
She can't help but wonder if the chemistry they shared so far, the buzz and the electricity, would lead to songs like that. Songs that reflected hot and passionate love. She thinks, if they let it, it could destroy all the fantasies they had built up in their head. She thinks it would be better than any of them, because it would be with him.
Charli notices the look that is on Y/n's face and when she finally turns back away from Ross, Charli raises her eyebrows at the girl.
George goes to check on the food but Charli stops him, insisting that her and y/n do it instead. As soon as they're in the kitchen, Charli is speaking in hushed tones, demanding an answer.
"What is going on with you two?" Her voice isn't harsh, it is accusing or angry, just curious.
"Nothing..." Y/ns voice trials off as she looks at her feet, her hands, anything to avoid her friends eye contact.
"Come on... With the tension in that room I'd say you'd been fucking for at least a week" Charli says and y/n cant help but hush her.
"You have?" She shakes her head, not trusting her voice "you want to" Charli says. Silence. For a beat, before:
"No char... We work together now, that's it... Nothing has happened and nothing will happen' she explains and Charli chuckles at the whole sentence, shaking her head. She was so in denial it was ridiculous.
"Yeah right... Look all I'm saying is you can cut the tension in that room with a knife... It's inevitable something is going to happen between you and instead of being in denial you could just let it happen... It might even turn out to be really good for you' she says before she walks off, leaving y/n in her kitchen, mouth agape and more confused than she had been the whole time whatever was going on had been going on for.
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They're all sat around George and Charli's dining table, their plates are empty and long gone into the dishwasher and their bellies are happily full of delicious food and wine. She sits with her hands against the edge of the table, trying to ignore Ross' arm which rests around the back of her chair as they all talk about various things, the current topic is touring and how much they think she'd love it.
"The buzz you get from the crowd really can't be explained... And when you can hear them screaming your lyrics back at you... It's really special" George explains and she smiles, nodding along.
"Doubt anyone will be singing our lyrics back to us... If we did join you on tour, that is" it's the first time someone's mentioned Jamie's idea since it was initially discussed. She was trying to avoid the topic at all costs, she knew the band would be doing it at this point, not that she had told them that yet. But she knew the band would sign to dirty hit and join the boys on tour, the offer was too good not to take up, and they had made the deal even more tempting.
But she didn't want to think about being on tour with them, she knew she could try fight whatever was happening with Ross whilst they were working together in the studio. But she also knew that if they were to spend every day traveling the world and performing on stages, together, she wouldn't be able to resist him.
As if he could read her mind, his arm drops from behind her head, landing in his own lap for two seconds before his large right hand moves and clamps around her thigh. It has the air tumbling from her mouth in a silent gasp which she manages to hide behind her glass of wine.
Her eyes never leave George who shakes his head at her words, his deep voice nearly making her jump as he says "once this record is released... I wouldn't be surprised if everyone knows the words" his optimism is refreshing and it would make her smile if it wasn't for Ross' hand holding onto her flesh.
His thumb grazes the skin, driving back and forth and sending her mind into a frenzy. This should not be happening, this should not be happening, this should not be happening she thinks.
His hand is warm but it still has goosebumps rising to the skin, her eyes flick down for a millisecond, so short neither Charli or George think anything of it. But it gives her just enough time to see if this was really happening or if she really had gone mad.
She hadn't.
Ross Macdonald, the guy she had been para-socially crushing on since her teenage years, had his large, calloused and veiny hand, clamped around her thigh. The thumb of which wouldn't stop moving, grazing skin, the nail scraping across flesh lightly, a gentle scratch that had a fire following in its wake.
His hand runs along her skin, dipping under the fabric of her skirt, the slit only revealed a slither of skin and he desperately needed more. His large hand moves under the fabric, forcing it slightly to the side, her tanned skin pricking up in goosebumps as it hits the cool air. She hears his breath falter and she tries her hardest not to react, but her core clenches around nothing and she swears, somehow he knows. He smirks and his eyes darken. Somehow, he knew.
His hand slips slightly further to the left, the fabric that was once budged to the side, covering her skin again. His hand slipping just so until his fingers are grazing the inner most part of her thigh. If he stretched out his hand she swore his pinky finger would graze her most intimate part. She clenches her thighs instinctively and she spots him smirking out of the corner of her eye. The little shit. He knew what he was doing and he was thriving off it.
Her eyes flick from Ross, to George and then to Charli. Somehow the whole scene wasn't obvious to the couple, but she started to feel slightly frustrated that he was daring to do it across from them. No matter how much she wanted it, in that moment, she was annoyed.
"I think I'm going to head home... Feeling tired" she lies. She stands then, his hand slipping from her flesh, the skin somehow pricking up more as it disappears. She still feels the ghost of his electric touch on her thigh, she still feels the warm sensation it ignited on her skin and in her stomach. She still feels him, everywhere. She has to get out of here, away from him, far, far away from him.
"I'll walk you, should probably make a move to" she hears Ross say but she doesn't meet his eyes. They all exchange goodbye hugs and Ross leads her out the door, hand on her back. Warmth, electricity, fire.
They begin walking, but he knows something is up when she walks faster than him, moving away from his embrace when he tries to hook an arm around her shoulders to keep her warm.
"Is something up?" He asks and she stops dead in her tracks, eyes flicking up towards him, rolling her eyes before walking ahead of him. Unbelievable, she thinks. She was unsure whether he was feigning ignorance or whether he truly believed he had done nothing wrong.
"Love wait" he says, hand finding her shoulder gently and pulling her to face him "talk to me" her arms cross over her chest, closing herself off to him. Not that it stops his hands clasping the top of her arms, running along the fabric of her coat, trying to soothe her and get her to speak to him.
"Come on y/n/n.... Please talk to me... What's wrong?" He asks but he thinks he knows the answer so he sighs.
"I overstepped didn't I... I'm sorry I just couldn't help myself, you're intoxicating y/n" he admits and she steps back, laughing one singular laugh to herself.
"You can't do that Ross!" She says, shaking her head at him, but smiling, a bit amused with the whole ordeal.
"Do what?" He asks innocently.
"Say stuff like that... Hold my thigh under the table... Look at me... Like that" she gestures towards him and he takes a step towards her, but doesn't reach out for her, no matter how hard he wants to.
"I'm sorry... I couldn't help myself... If you don't want that... If you don't want this just tell me love and I'll stop" she doesn't speak. She couldn't lie.
"Do you want this?" He asks and she sighs, a conflicted and unhappy sigh.
"No... Yes.. I don't know..." She sighs again, she wanted it, she wanted all of it, with him and so so badly it was tearing her apart.
"We can't Ross" she takes another step back from him and frowns sadly up at her. It was a battle between her head and her heart, her head screamed don't, it's not professional, it wouldn't be fair, whilst her heart screamed yes, begged her to go for it. Her heart was louder, making it harder to be rational.
"Okay... We won't. Leave it at that" he says, his voice slightly clipped. Her brain tells her, don't, but she still steps forward, hooking her arms around his waist and looking up at him, trying to get him to look down at her.
"Ross... Don't be like that" she says, and the man still avoids her eye contact.
"Ross... Please" the please is what gets him, accompanied by the nuzzle of her face against his shirt, it has him looking down at her immediately, one hand coming up to grasp her face in his hand, thumb soothing over her cheek.
"I'm sorry... I can't pretend I don't like you... Not anymore. I can't tip toe around how much I want you" he admits and she frowns up at him. She didn't want that at all. But they just couldn't. Because they were working together and because, no matter how much she tried to deny it, she also felt something towards Matty. Although unsure what it was just yet.
"I'm sorry too... But we can't" she says, stepping away once more.
"Okay..." His voice is less clipped this time, it comes out clear and soft, but sad. He still hooks and arm around her shoulder, attempting to keep her warm.
"Let me walk you home" he says and they do, pretty much in near silence. The walk is short, far shorter than she had realised, she had lived so close to George for so long and never even knew. She wonders what would've happened if their paths had crossed sooner, would he have introduced her to the guys, or would it have been a matter of "my girlfriend knows you" and that be it?
She couldn't imagine her life without them now. Without Matty... Without Ross. Especially without Ross.
They stop outside her house, she stands on the top step as he waits at the middle, hand now clasped in hers. Two sad smiles resting on their faces. They couldn't. He had to keep telling himself that, just to stop himself leaning up and kissing her.
"Listen Ross..." He interrupts her.
"It's okay... I understand, we can't, it wouldn't be right..." the words coming from his mouth instead of her make her want to cry. She wanted to believe he didn't really think that, that he was just saying it to appease her. But she didn't know. She didn't know how badly he wanted to just say fuck it and kiss her senseless, she didn't know how ever since she stepped foot into his life all he's been able to think about is her, her laugh, her smile, her voice, her touch, her lips.
"I can't lose you though Ross.... Not now" she admits and he shakes his head and smiles up at her.
"No chance" he says and she smiles widely. Good, she thinks, that's good.
"Now go before I change my mind" he jokes but the words open that door again and she doesn't care to shut it, leaving it cracked.
Even with her on a higher step he's taller than her, so she wraps her arms around his middle and hugs him, loving the way he squeezes her, just the same as before.
"Please go... Dont make this harder for me" he admits. They both realise how much has been said tonight, how much has been admitted and they would both blame it on the glasses of wine.
"Okay... I'm going, goodnight Ross' she says, leaning down and pressing her lips to his cheek before opening her door and walking inside. Her lips had just grazed the skin but she still felt the stubble against her lips whilst he felt warmth spread across the skin, taking over all of him.
Her back finds the door, sliding down it, head falling against it with a light thud. What the fuck? She thinks, why did you kiss him on the cheek? Jesus woman if you say you can't, you can't, she thinks.
On the other side of the door, Ross stands with his mouth agape, cheek warming even more and quickly too, still feeling the barely there touch of her lips, hand hovering over the wood, knuckles grazing the door, ready to knock if his body would allow it.
The door would open and she'd gasp as his hand would find her waist, tugging her towards him, his strong hands stopping her from falling.
She try to protest, to stop it, he'd mumble a "just shut up a kiss me" she'd laugh and he'd smile and then he'd lean down slowly and kiss her, their lips would touch and... Fireworks. Just like the movies.
But this wasn't the movies, this was real life. And the real life Ross turns and walks home. The real life y/n walks up her stairs, enters her room, gets changed and goes to bed.
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The door swings open and he's there, standing on the top step leading to her house, he's standing in her door way, one hand placed against the frame, chest heaving as he breathes in and out deeply. Did he run here? She's clad in little pyjama bottoms and an oversized jumper, not Matty's this time but hers and he smiles to himself realising she's clad in an old band jumper, his bands jumper. Nothing could ruin this, not even the thought of Matty.
"Ross! What are you doing here?" She hears her voice but it doesn't sound like her, it's airier, softer, more perfect than hers. But it's her, her in a worn the 1975 jumper that is still way too big for her, her with her hair down, flying all about the place, her with her blushing cheeks, staring up at the large man, who's brown orbs are completely unwavering from hers. When he finally speaks it's him, it's exactly how he sounds, no different from how it usually is.
"I got all the way home and I realised how much of an idiot I am... I can't not do this y/n, I can't. I'm sorry" she doesn't know what he means for a second but then he's there, stepping into the threshold of her house, grasping her waist and tugging her towards him, bodies colliding. His breath doesn't falter, still as heavy and as bated as when he first arrived.
Her breath on the other hand - it gets caught in her throat, the feeling of his hands clutching her waist with a vice like grip, not allowing her to budge in the slightest, no room for "we cants", no room to stop it from happening. Not that she would, not this y/n.
"I need it so bad y/n please" he says, his eyes are flicking between her mouth and lips constantly and suddenly she's breathing again, heavy and bated like his.
"I need you like I need air" his confession makes her feel dizzy, but it feels so good, her head spinning in a way that has her smiling a love-drunk smile.
"Did you run here?" Her voice is quiet, too quiet, too impacted by him, as if she was to speak louder it would ruin the moment.
He nods his head and she feels his lips barely graze hers and they break. They both break. It's not clear who pushes forward first, or if it's him tugging her just ever so slightly that her lips are forced to touch his. They just touch at first, held against each other for a second before he pushes himself forward one more centimeter, lips now pressed firmly against hers. The way he takes in her bottom lip, molding perfectly against his, is heaven. She didn't know what was wrong or right in the world, it being full of doubt and blurred lines, everyone had an opinion on everything... But this, this kiss, was right.
This was meant to happen. They were meant to happen. The way they moved perfectly against each other, they were destined for each other. Not that she believed in that and neither did he. But there, in that moment, with Ross' tongue running along her bottom lip and easily making it's way into her mouth to find hers, they believed in fate and destiny and soul mates and "the one".
She grips the collar of his shirt and his hand tugs against her waist. She leans into him, standing on her tip toes to reach his mouth, they separate for a second, breathe and their mouths realign, tongues dancing against each other. They sigh, they tug, they touch, they take and take and take, taking everything they've ever wanted from each other. It's bliss, it's heaven, it's -
A phone buzzes behind her, they break away, she looks around to find it, but she can't... It's not there, it's not behind her or in her pocket, she looks up at the man who was just kissing her, he's blurry but he's smiling. That gorgeous smile, with those too cute creases by his eyes and those too deep dimples by the corners of his lips, those lips she swears were just against hers. He smiles that smile that tugs at her heartstrings, that demands attention, that makes every fibre of her being flood with him.
"Better answer that love" he says and then he fades away, she reaches for him, but the more she reaches the further he gets. He's gone.
He's gone.
She's waking, arm stretching out to find the annoying buzzing of her phone. That's when she realises, it was a dream. She doesn't look at who's calling her, knowing who the culprit would be. She answers with a quiet, tired "hello" only to be greeted by a cheerful "Ello love!". A smile appears on her face even through her sleep induced state. An automatic reaction, a pavlovian response. That shouldn't happen. Not with him.
She doesn't ask why he's up at such an ungodly hour, or why he's calling her, or why he sounds so cheery. She just smiles as he begins talking about some record she should listen to. She checks the time, 1:45am, she officially went all of 18 hours without Matty clouding her mind, clouding her vision.
She was so focused on Ross, despite knowing she couldn't go there.
But there he is again, the curly haired man making things way too difficult and confusing for her.
"You there love?" He says at one point when he realises he's been speaking for far too long and she hasn't spoken since the single hello she uttered when she answered the phone.
Love
Oh god
She's fucked.
"Yeah... The Japanese House... Tell me about them" she says, proving to him that she was listening.
"Amber she's been my friend for years and g and I worked on this record with them, him more than me but it's sick and I really think you'd like it, comes out soon" he explains and she nods even though he couldn't see her. She places her head on her pillow, allowing her eyes to shut as he continued talking to her.
"You're tired... I'm sorry, I should let you go" he says but she mumbles a "no, don't" and he continues talking, his voice quieter, softer, allowing her to get lost in it, slowly falling back asleep with him the other side of the phone.
"goodnight love... Sweet dreams" she hears him say before she's fast asleep, she's unsure whether he hangs up or if she just drops the phone. But she's too far gone to care, back to her dreams, taken up by Ross, but now Matty is there too, the two of them clouding her mind, making things complicated and confusing but unbelievably blissful.
She lets herself live in that dream, with both of them. She doesn't worry about what she should or shouldn't be doing. This Y/n just does, and the amazing thing about it, is, this Matty, this dream Matty and this dream Ross, they allow it. They share her. It's perfect, but it's just a dream.
She's rudely awakened by her doorbell ringing, she swears as she pulls herself out of her bed, murmuring a "sorry" when she hears multiple groans and shouts of "shut up" coming from the rooms of her bandmates. She runs to the door, opening it and finding a delivery man there, a small bunch of flowers in one hand and a square shape thin package in the other.
She thanks the man, taking both items and closing the door behind her, walking into her kitchen to put the flowers in a glass, they're a mixture of pink, orange and yellow tulips: her favourite. She reads the note attached to the flowers "remembered these were your favourite, sorry about yesterday - Ross" his handwriting is slightly messy but she loves it, she notices he had written the word "your" before Ross but scribbled it out and she can't help but smile. He could've easily rewritten the note but he didn't, he had wanted her to see this.
She then finds the other parcel, another note attached to it, reading "In The End It Always Does by The Japanese House, let me know what you think, love Matty x".
She can't believe these two parcels arrived at exactly the same time, she swears the universe has it out of her, some wicked twist of fate, constantly putting her in confusing situations. She wonders how Matty had found the record so late at night, he must've already had spare copies lying about, it was the only reasonable explanation, especially when she remembers him saying it wasn't out yet.
Both gifts are unbelievably thoughtful but they make her mind foggier, so she leaves both items on the kitchen counter, throwing away both notes and she returns to her bedroom, willing away both the men from her mind, if not for a few hours.
She needed a break from both of them, that much was clear.
(7) Hate Missing You
© all lyrics are written and owned by yours truly (let's ignore the fact they're not that good but yeah) no stealing hehe
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ladymarycrawley · 2 years
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Meant to be - Mason Mount
Request: Can you write something were you and mason started dating like a couple weeks and it’s your first time meeting the boys , so you went to a dinner , mason just next to you and everytime he makes a jokes he turns to see if it’s makes you laugh and the boys notice it and started teasing him 😂
Warning: none, Mason and Y/N being two lovely lovebirds
Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby
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“What if they don’t like me? They’ll find me boring and annoying”
“What are you even saying Y/N?? They’ll love you! I’m sure Mason told them only the best things about you!”
You rolled your eyes and huffed at your friend’s remark. That night you were about to meet your one month boyfriend’s friends and saying you were nervous was an understatement.
“They’ll be as lovely as he is, I’m sure!”
 “I hope so…”
That night Mason picked you up at 7 so he could spend a while with you before his friends would join you at the restaurant. The hours prior your gathering were spent rummaging through your closet in an effort to find the perfect outfit to wear for the occasion.
“You look like an angel” He complimented you sweetly, kissing your hand as soon as you sat alongside him in his very expensive car.
You shyly thanked him before blushing and looking down at your feet, the sunset light reflecting over your golden sandals.
“How have you been feeling? Nervous?”
“Yeah, a bit…”
“You know you don’t have to, right?”
A fake smile popped up on your lips as Mason reciprocated it with a half smile himself.
"Where are we going?"
"There's a new restaurant they opened like a week ago, it looks fancy"
You nodded, looking out of the window as you tried to etch all the things that went before your gaze in your mind, as that simple mental gesture of impressing all the trees, the shops, the people that appeared before you could ease your actual state of mind.
His best friend Nathan arrived first, walking in your direction as he saw you two.
When you pulled up in the restaurant's parking lot, Mason waited for you to exit the car so he could take your hand.
You smiled, a half smile that meant you're grateful for his gesture but also that you're hoping that would end as soon as possible as you were on the edge.
"Hey mate, are you okay? You're on time" Mason teased him, as they shook hands as he does on the pitch with his opponents. 
"Couldn't wait to meet the love of your life, as you won't stop talking about her" He giggled, the hint he just dropped making Mason and you blush for different reasons. 
"Don't listen to him, I don’t actually talk about you all the time" Mason scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "By the way, she's Y/N"
"Hello, I'm Nathan, as you could've guessed" He hugged you as you let out a little laugh, trying to diffuse the tension.
"Yeah, had a clue…I'm Y/N, nice to meet you finally. Mason talks a lot about you too to be fair"
"Oh well, so who's the love of your life, Mount??"
The three of you laughed as you saw from the distance Ben and Reece approaching.
"Oh look who's there!"
When the four of them greeted each other and expressed their mutual enthusiasm for being together once again, Mason introduced them to you.As the formality of official presentation ended, you entered the restaurant and had a seat at the table that had been reserved just for you.
Your boyfriend sat next to you, never failing to address you with a soft smile.
He looked so good and cozy in his grey jumper and black cargo trousers look, you wished you could have worn that soft piece of clothing but it was still early in your relationship for you to go around wearing his clothes. 
You tried to shake that sweet thought away, smiling back at him and focusing on the menu in your hands.
"Is everything okay?" He gently whispered in your ear as you nodded absentmindedly. He left the most innocent kiss ever on your cheek, bringing you back to reality. 
For a while you grew apart from the moment you were living, as if all the people around you didn't exist and you weren't in a public place.
You shook away that feeling when you suddenly felt Mason touching your thigh, making you wince a bit. They were all laughing and you thought it could be about you, stressing you even more.
His friends and teammates started asking you questions about things they should have already had known as Mason told them almost everything about you, they even knew your favourite ice cream flavour!
"Well, they know you better than me now!" He giggled and looked at you as if to make sure him having demonstrated all his enthusiasm about your romance to his mates didn't upset you.
You smiled and squeezed his thigh affectionately. Your gaze met his and in that moment you knew you were alright, as long as you were together he'd have your back. Always.
"So it seems"
You were sure you were going to say those three crucial words to him very soon.
Mason looked like a big, sweet child to you who looked sincerely happy to have you by his side, slowly making you part of his world. He wanted to make you proud and happy as you were becoming his priority.
All the small things he did, such as looking at you out of the corner of his eye to see if you’re doing fine, turning to you every time he cracked a joke (even the most absurd and dumb ones) to see if it made you laugh or smile at least.All of this meant one thing only: he was slowly but surely falling in love with you and you're feeling exactly the same, as he was different from the others. 
"Oh come on, it was funny this one!"
You rolled your eyes sipping on your wine, under the equally unimpressed stares of the boys before you.
"Baby, wasn't it funny?"
"Sorry, I forgot to laugh" Your simple line made his friends giggle while he pouted, his protruding lower lip made you melt with love for how cute and defenceless he looked. You smiled and brushed the knuckle of your forefinger against his cheekbone. 
"Man, you're down bad, eh?"
"Shut the fuck up" He chuckled in embarrassment.
That night was perfect, at the end of it you realised there's nothing to be afraid of as they made you feel at ease as if you’ve known them fro a long time.
"Well, my predictions were right: they are crazy about you" He commented, driving you home.
"Yeah, they're pretty chill and it was a good night. Thank you"
He smiled and stroked your leg.
"You should know by now I'm always right"
"Don't flatter yourself, love"
After a few minutes of silence where he would keep his eyes on the road before him while you cut yourself off from reality, letting your mind relive the moments you shared with him and his friends earlier on.
"Would you like to come over? For a while I mean" He asked you then, out of the blue. “You can say no if you have better things to do or if you’re too tired”
Your breath stopped for a minute as it was the first time he'd ask you to go to his place. You knew it was a big move.
"If it's okay for you, I'd love to"
"I can't wait to show you around" His eyes were beaming with joy.
Mason blushed as you smiled back at him, squeezing his hand placed on the gear shift.
Soon you would have gotten to stage where you two would share a house, you knew it and you couldn’t wait for that to happen. He was the one.
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claitea · 1 year
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i did grusha's rematch battle and now i just feel like talking about him. specifically the way he kinda subverts how all ice type specialists have been so far by... actually being properly prepared for cold weather.
almost all the ice type specialists do NOT dress well for freezing weather. i thought lorelei was a fire type trainer for a while, glacia's dress might be kinda cozy the sleeves are short and the gloves dont cover her whole arm, candice wears a short skirt and ties her jumper round her waist, brycen's half shirtless, gaeric is ACTUALLY shirtless, you get the point. pryce, melony and zinzolin have been the only characters besides grusha so far that look prepared for chilly weather, and ngl i didnt know zinzolin was an ice trainer at all until i checked lmao. the plasma sages are really forgettable to me i'm sorry. still though they're outnumbered by the rest
for grusha specifically though, its the fact that he says "Brrrrr... I'm freezing..." before your first battle with him. he's all bundled up in a puffy jacket and a scarf that covers half his face and he's still freezing?
combined with the fact he actually seems afraid of the mountains now to some extent (i get the impression that bad weather is what caused the accident that ended his snowboarding career), the game's going out of its way to imply grusha doesn't feel like he belongs up on the mountain anymore.
however he also needs to be up there because being a gym leader is all he feels he has left. in his rematch he's obviously scared that if he loses this job, he's got nothing else he's good at, he'll have absolutely nothing.
he's one of the few ice trainers that seems to Overprepare for cold weather because it actually scares him. it ended one of his passions, he's gotta desperately cling to the one he has left.
on a related note i think its interesting that pokemon has this character with a dashed dream like grusha. like this series is kind of all about making your dreams come true no matter what the obstacles, chasing your passions till you succeed — see: N's Parting Words At The End Of Black And White. its cool seeing a character who loses a dream because of circumstances out of their control, but still finds something else to be passionate about, with some help.
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I need jegulus with baby Harry rn pleaseee
P.s love all your work🤎
You said right now with a compliment well you will get what you want! Also thank you you darling! This one is for you:
To the Match (1/1) (jegulus)
Somehow, James ended up with tickets to the England vs France quidditch match, and they were meeting Sirius and Monty there as well.
"Reg, I think he needs an extra blanket. Can you get the one fuzzy quilt from Remus, please?" James said as he settled Harry into the warp on his chest.
Regulus was dressed in a cozy knit jumper, jacket and soft black trousers. He had a matching knit hat from Effie pulled on, but his perfect curls poked out of the end. He walked over, quilt tucked under his arm, and fit a tiny hat on Harry's head. "Okay extra blanket. You got the bottles, diapers, and extra clothes. His sleep sac I sent over to your mum and dad's already, and he has extra clothes and toys there." Regulus listed off counting on his fingers.
"I think we're good love," James said leaning over slowly, and pausing for Regulus to nod or pull away before pressing a kiss onto his forehead. Regulus preened slightly as he leaned into James' touch. "Oh I'm excited," he whispered up to James. James beamed down at him. "Me too!"
They joined hands, James wrapped an arm around Harry, and they turned on the spot together landing safely just outside the pitch. Sirius ran over quickly to kiss Harry who cooed and smiled at his Godfather. James clapped a hand on Sirius and they started excitedly talking together as Monty joined them.
"Hello my boy," Monty said to Regulus who quickly nodded his head and smiled at him. It was nice that no one ever tried to hug him, especially since the Potters were so very touchy. It was funny though, since they had Harry, Regulus can't get enough of holding and kissing his son. He wants his son to grow up knowing touch as loving and soft and his choice always. So he reaches out, offering Monty his hand to shake, which he of course returns delightedly. "Shall we," Regulus says, and they all walk toward the entrance.
As the game goes on, Regulus keeps checking over Harry making sure he is alright. James has got him though, and has noise reducing earmuffs on him. Regulus didn't even think of those. He honestly fusses over Harry so much, but James is a natural and Regulus beams when Harry claps when James cheers. France wins but England catch the snitch, a lovely balance for the family and a wonderful end to the game. Harry was now sleeping on James chest as they traveled back to the Potter home for dinner. A perfect end to perfect day.
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