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gagethewrestler · 1 month

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The perfect body swap

In the sultry embrace of twilight, amidst whispered promises and lingering desires, a mysterious phenomenon unfolded. Two souls, entangled in a dance of fate, found themselves drawn together in a breathtaking exchange of essence. With a shimmering glow, their identities merged, leaving them to awaken in each other's bodies.

As the morning sun kissed the horizon, I found myself enveloped in the body of Conor Gallagher —an English footballer whose every look radiated power and allure, a baller whose movements were poetry on the field, weaving tales of passion and sexual desire with every goal and kick. With each movement, I reveled in the sensation of his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips, a symphony of strength and vitality that pulsed with every heartbeat.

Gazing into the mirror, I was captivated by the raw magnetism that emanated from his reflection—the sculpted jawline, the piercing gaze that seemed to pierce through the very depths of my soul. Running my hands over his perfect abs. I shivered with anticipation, intoxicated by the heady rush of desire that surged through my veins. I jerked on the spot pulling my new dick out watching how my new body is tensing with every stroke. I loved my new face I love how my new body is accepting me as his rightfull owner. With the last drop of my new cum out it was a deal Conor is mine forever.

Stepping out into the world, I was met with a chorus of admiring glances and hungry stares. Women and men and also team mates alike their heads as I passed, drawn to the magnetic pull of Conor’s presence like moths to a flame. And as their eyes lingered hungrily on my form, I felt a thrill of exhilaration coursing through my veins, a primal urge to embrace the carnal pleasures that lay within my grasp.

In Conor's body, I was a God among mortals, a sensual deity whose every movement promised ecstasy beyond imagination. With each match, each new tournament, I reveled in the intoxicating pleasure of playing this sport. Football was now part of my fucking life. I loved how after every match I would get home and start flexing my new muscles gazing lustfully at my new reflection living the life of my dreams.

But it was in the quiet moments, alone in the privacy of Conor's home, that I truly discovered the depths of his desires. Running my hands over his sculpted physique, I marveled at the exquisite sensitivity of his skin, the way it responded to the lightest touch with a symphony of pleasure.

Exploring every inch of his body, I reveled in the sensations that washed over me—a kaleidoscope of pleasure and sensation that left me gasping for breath, craving more with each passing moment. And as I surrendered to the intoxicating allure of Conor's essence, I knew that I had discovered a world of sensual delights beyond my wildest imagination.I also love my new feet and I will find someone worthy for worshiping them. Right now I’m fucking horny and full of my new seed.

As the days turned into nights and the nights into eternity, I know that this is my new life so I need to live it as it is.

#alpha jock #body switch #dick bulge #gay men #hunky guy #football #conor gallagher #Conor Gallagher body swap

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glimmerofawesome · 5 months

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#enzo fernández #enzo fernandez #conor gallagher #cfc #chelsea fc #chelsea men gifs #cfcedit #chelsea men v brighton december 3 2023

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hendolish · 1 month

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them 🫶🏻🤍

#they look so gooooood #england nt #england #england national team #england football #football #football rpf #hendolish #jack grealish #jordan henderson #declan rice #conor gallagher #trent alexander arnold #jarrod bowen

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neverinadream · 9 months

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I Met A Boy, He Broke My Heart

Summary: Nothing is ever as it seems....

Pairing: Conor Gallagher x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Snow Angel - Renee Rapp

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, pre-established relationship, boyfriend!conor, dom!conor x sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, princess...), praise kink, degradation kink, body appreciation, spitting nipple play, choking, eye contact, hair pulling, teasing, mentions of ownership, fingering, oral (female receiving), again read the summary, not edited, i mean it read the summary....

Notes: this is my first conor fic....FINALLY.....gonna convert you all into conor girlies because he's the perfect package, the end is messy and clunky and i apologise for it, but i wrote it when i was tired and cba to change it. feedback is always appreciated.

His lips linger on your skin, tracing the column of your neck, breathing in the sweet citrus and vanilla scent of last night's body wash that still lingered on your skin. The smell was intoxicating to him. Drove him crazy every time you were close enough for him to smell it. It was borderline addictive. Tipping your head back with a soft whimper, he works his mouth against the base of your neck, groaning approvingly as you slide his hand under your shirt, squeezing his hand firmly against your bare breast.

He chuckles, nipping playfully at your neck, tracing the area with his tongue to ease the pain. The bowls you had both eaten your breakfast out of that morning peeked out from under the water's surface, becoming increasingly forgotten about as his mouth and hands continued to explore your body. "Thought you were trying to do the dishes?" He grips your hip tightly, stopping you from grinding back into him.

"And I thought you were jumping straight in the shower?" You grin back at him, dropping the sponge into the sink, causing soft ripples to form in the soapy water.

He shrugs, bringing his lips close to your ear. "Thought I'd get some more cardio in first," he whispers, his voice low enough to flip your stomach and make you feel dizzy. Unable to resist the temptation, he lets his tongue trace the shell of your ear, grinning when he feels you shudder against him. "Perhaps even have a post work out snack," he nips at your lope, rolling it softly between his teeth and only letting go when he hears you whimper his name.

"Then you better check the fridge to see what we've got in."

"But the thing I want is organic," Conor replies, pulling you tighter against him, "something that's all-natural, and sweet on my tongue."

You chew your bottom lip, hiding a smile. "I'm sorry, baby," you amuse him, "I don't think I know what that is."

He leans closer, pressing his lips to your cheek, leaving a kiss behind. "Don't you worry," he chuckles, loving when you played along with his jokes, "I know exactly what I want to eat."

He rolls your nipple under his thumb, feeling it harden from his touch, before pinching it and giving it a soft tug. Soft fingertips caress your skin as he moves his hand across to the other, repeating the same thing as before. "Feel so fucking perfect in my hands, baby," Conor groans, his cock twitching in his shorts from cupping your whole breast and firmly squeezing it.

Your hand circles his other wrist and guides it down the front of your shorts, skimming his fingers over the soft baby blue silk of your panties. "Need you here," you mumble, finding his eyes as you rolled your head back against his chest. They were pools of the purest water, his own personal ocean, there for you to drown deeper in each time you looked into them. And like every addiction, they might just kill you.

"You sure, baby?" He chuckles at your whines as he pulls his hand back. "Don't you want to finish these dishes first?"

You didn't care about the damn dishes when his hand was stuffed down the front of your shorts, so close to where you ached for him the most. "Conor, please," you begged, pushing your hips and grinding your ass back into his cock, "touch me; touch what's yours."

"Mine?"

You look directly into his eyes, guiding his hand back to where it had been before. "Yours," you reply with confidence.

He presses his fingers against the front of your panties, rubbing you in tight circles through the soft material, humming when you spread your legs further for him. He watches you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, gnawing at the soft flesh, feeling your body ignite with the first burning embers of pleasure. But he didn't like to see you trapping your desperate whimpers behind your teeth. He wanted you to be loud, for your moans to reverberate off the walls, for the neighbours to complain about the noise.

He wanted everyone to know whose good girl you were.

He removes his hand from under your shirt, pulling your bottom lip away from between your teeth. "Let me hear it, baby," he encourages, settling his hand around your throat, "be nice and loud for me." He dips to kiss you, tasting something sweet as his tongue moves against yours. Strawberries. Raspberries. A hint of Kiwi. The fruit you had both eaten. All still there for him to taste. It made his cock twitch and strain painfully against his shorts, and he couldn't resist sucking the sweet taste off your tongue. "Let the neighbours know who's making this a good morning for you," he murmurs against your mouth, finding the strength to pull away.

Pulling your panties to the side, he teases his fingers along the slit of your folds, spreading the first flooding of your arousal from your needy hole to your clit. He'd barely touched you when you let out a soft cry, lifting your hips to meet his hand. "All of this is mine, yes?" You nod your head, whimpering at his fingers circling the edge of your tight hole, teasing and torturing it, leaving it to flutter around nothing. He circles your wetness around your clit a few times, changing direction from circles to harsh strokes up and down against the swollen bud, and smirks feeling you squirm against him. "Let me hear it, say it's mine."

"It's yours," you tell him, grinding your hips back against him, whimpering at his cock nudging between the crack of your ass, "every bit of this body is yours."

He tightens his hand around your throat, leaving a slight strain on your neck as he pushes your head further back. You had no choice but to look into his eyes, forcing yourself to keep them open, watching his darken in colour when he sinks a finger into you. Its long length fits perfectly inside, and he grunts approvingly, your cunt clenching for him. "So tight," he pulls his finger out and pushes it deeper inside, pulling a whine from your lips, "need to stretch you out before my cock can fit." His movements are slow and drawn out to tease you, and he gets off on the frustration building in your eyes.

"Conor, please!"

"Want another one, baby?" His fingers pull out and tease your hole, circling it with a second one. Your answer comes in the form of a whine, a noise so desperate and embarrassing, that it makes his cheeks twitch. He searches your eyes, grunting as his cock twitches at finding more frustration in them. "Desperate for them, aren't you, princess? Just want me to fuck this dirty little cunt until it's dripping all over my hand, huh?" His mouth was filthy and you had the right mind to wash it out with the soapy water in front of you. He strokes his fingers through your folds, spreading the wetness to the parts around your pussy, ignoring where he knew you needed him to touch. "Beg me," he decides to keep playing with you, "beg me to finger fuck this pussy and I'll let you cum for being such a good girl."

A frustrated cry leaves your lips, "Conor, baby, I need you to make me cum."

"How badly do you want it?"

"So badly," it was nothing more than a desperate whine, your lips forming a pout for him to see, "please."

"So pretty when you beg for it," he purrs, sliding his hand up your throat, pinching your jaw open to him. You watch with wild eyes, sticking your tongue out to catch the spit that pools in his mouth, Conor groaning as it drips off his tongue, his cock pulsating as you swallow it. "Always obedient," he mumbles, rubbing his fingers on your clit in tight circles, "doing as you're told like the perfect pup."

He sinks two fingers into you, teasing out a breathless whine, stretching your cunt and scissoring them to fill you up more. "Just swallowing my fingers, baby," he groans, pushing them deeper, "proper greedy for 'em."

A new flush of arousal drips down his fingers as the heel of his palm pushes against your clit, grinding onto it every time you bucked or rolled your hips. He keeps up the same pace, curling his fingers to stroke the spot that turned your knees to jelly, pushing harder against it when your moans start getting louder. It licks up your spine, disbursing tingles of pleasure through every fibre of your body.

"So good," you whimper, reaching behind you, palming his bulge through his shorts. He lets out a breathless moan, thighs tensing and hips rolling as he tries to grind his cock against your hand. "Don't-don't stop-Gonna cum-"

"Not yet," Conor rips his hands from your shorts, pushing you to bend over the counter, "spread your legs, baby." He drops to his knees, peeling down your shorts, groaning at the damp spot on the soft silk of your panties. "Fucking look it," he licks his lips, pressing his thumb to the spot. You shiver feeling his tongue press flat against your cunt, teasing and tasting you through the baby blue silk. He cleaned away what had leaked through the material, gathering the wetness on his tongue, humming at the taste, before quickly ripping your panties down.

He tapped your knees, "wider," squeezing your bum approvingly as you spread your feet wider.

A flush of warmth heats your face, feeling his hungry gaze on your hot centre. "So fucking pretty," he mumbles, pressing a kiss over your clit, giving it a teasing lick, "all nice and pretty all just for me."

A soft moan teases past your lips, your hips rocking against his mouth, moving with his tongue as he sits it flat against your bare cunt, licking from your clit to your leaking hole. Fingers tangle quickly in his long locks, your arm craning back to touch him, pulling on his hair as much as you could as he sucks your clit into his mouth, rolling the swollen bud over his tongue.

"Fucking sweet," he hums, mouth salivating, the taste of your bursting on his tongue.

"Found that sweet thing you wanted then."

He chuckles, smiling against you, "I did."

You tug on his hair as he teases the tip of his tongue against your hole, his hand coming under your body to rub on your clit. "Shit-just like that," you gasp, resting your head against the counter, panting as you feel his tongue pushing inside. He retreats, grinning at the high pitched whine it pulls from you. "Conor," you grumble, tugging on his hair.

He grunts, liking the bit of pain that comes with it. "Just relax," he murmurs against you, licking through your folds again, "lemme have a little fun first." He keeps his fingers pressed against your clit, keeping the pressure light to tease you. "Wanna make you feel good, baby."

"Feels so good," you affirm, curling his hair around your fingers, opening your mouth on a quiet moan when he moves his fingers, sucking on your clit. The inside of your thighs were a mess, sticky from the wetness dripping down them, and though you couldn't see, you could picture the mess you had created on his face. It made your stomach flip. "Conor, please," you beg, rocking your hips once more against his tongue.

Conor...

Conor.

Conor?!

You lay awake, heart pounding fast in your chest, the darkness around you tricking your eyes with misformed shapes and shadows. The the time 03:32 blinked back at you on your girlfriend's alarm clock. Another night. Another dream.

You groan at the thin layer of sweat sticking to your skin, wiping some of it off the back of your neck with your pyjama sleeve. Vic, who slept peacefully, with her back turned to you, the black lace of her night set standing out against her porcelain skin, remained undisturbed as you kicked your side of the covers off. You didn't know what she would think, or how she would react if she knew you had spent the night dreaming about your ex-boyfriend.

Vic knew Conor as that guy who broke your heart. And he did. But also loved it too.

Grabbing your phone, you tip-toe into the rest of Vic's apartment, so as not to wake her. She always worked the early shifts, so you made sure to respect her desire for a stable sleep pattern.

Standing at the sink, you knocked the tap off with your elbow and lifted the glass to your lips, taking a small sip of the cold water. It didn't help to stop you from staring at your and Conor's old text messages, the old memories coming to life as you scrolled through the old thread, but it did help to dampen your dry mouth.

I dreamt of you tonight.

You reread the last message, a confession sent to you two weeks after your break up. No, I miss yous, or I'm sorry, just that. And now you knew how he must have felt sending that so soon after your break up, adrenaline shooting through your veins and a pang of guilt in your belly.

Quickly, your fingers tap against your screen, repeating the message word for word, before clicking send without a second thought to it.

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avenirdelight · 1 year

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England NT — Nike FC Event at St. George’s Park | Inside Access | FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022

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pernillecfcw · 4 months

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La Cobham 🫶🏻

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suhstaste · 5 months

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todays game was shite but im not surprised. chels I MISS U

#chelsea football club #cfc #chelsea #mason mount #christian pulisic #conor gallagher #levi colwill #reece james #premier league #jose mourinho #frank lampard

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mindenerwa · 6 months

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my boys 💙

#chelsea fc #conor gallagher #levi colwill

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football-and-fanfics · 6 months

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England NT's Inside Access, 14 October 2023

#england nt #john stones #declan rice #trent alexander arnold #aaron ramsdale #conor gallagher #fafgifsenglandnt

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sedicifcb · 10 days

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thiago 💔💔😭

#thiago silva #conor gallagher #ben chilwell #chelsea fc #fa cup

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canirove · 8 months

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Chelsea Vs. Luton Town | 25.08.2023

📸 by Chris Lee - Chelsea FC/Chelsea FC via Getty Images & Nigel French/Sportsphoto/Allstar via Getty Images

#ben chilwell #conor gallagher #chelsea #chelsea fc

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hendolish · 6 months

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Checking in at SGP✨

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avenirdelight · 1 year

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England NT — M&S Photoshoot & Suit Fitting | Inside Access | FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022

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pernillecfcw · 3 months

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Aww this is cute ☺️

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pulimount · 1 year

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can we talk about how cute these are?????

(and how hot christian is 😋🤭)

#chelsea fc #christian pulisic #mason mount #ben chilwell #reece james #kai havertz #conor gallagher #carney chukwuemeka

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swimmingismywholelife · 5 months

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All I Want (For Christmas)

Summary: The months of arguing finally comes to a head on what was supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year.

Warnings: ANGST, toxic relationship, reader is wine drunk for the beginning, panic attacks, loud arguments, heartbreak, lovers-to-exes, yes he's really doing this on Christmas

WC: 2.3K

A/N: 🎶On the fourth day of Ficmas my writer gave to me, Conor but make it angsty 🎶 Hello I hope you're all enjoying Ficmas so far! ! I don't normally write for Conor but here's a gift from me to all the Conor girlies! I hope I do him justice!

Link For the Song: All I Want (For Christmas)

"If we can make it through December

Maybe we'll make it through forever

'Cause all I want for Christmas

Is you and me to fix this."

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"Are you fucking serious, Conor?!" you screamed, walking into your house and storming into the kitchen.

"I really can't be bothered with this right now, Y/N. You're drunk right now. Let's just wait until the morning before we have this discussion," he said exasperated, slamming the door behind him.

You turned to face him seething. "You knew how important this was for me! And yet, somehow you made this about yourself!"

Conor slammed his hands on the counter. "For fucks sake! I showed up didn't I!? What more do you want from me?!"

"You were so late you might as well have just not come! You completely embarrassed me!" you screamed.

"I told you I had a thing for the team I couldn't skip! I tried, I really did, but I couldn't get out of it! How many times do I have to explain that to you?!" he yelled in reply.

This wasn't the first time you'd fought about this exact issue. It was a recurring disagreement you and your boyfriend constantly had. You had always prided yourself on being flexible and understanding with him and his busy schedule, but these days it felt like you never saw eye to eye.

Tonight was supposed to be a date night to celebrate a promotion at your job. You'd been talking about it for weeks and both of you were excited for it, only for Chelsea to host an event on the same night that Conor unfortunately couldn't skip as one of the vice captains. Conor explained that he would probably be late, but you never expected he would show up almost 3 hours after your reservation. By the time he sat down, you were on your 6th glass of wine seething. Rather than a joyous celebration, your dinner was incredibly tense and awkward.

Cancelled dates weren't a new concept for you. There had been many times, especially once the season started, that something in his schedule prevented you spending time together. Usually it didn't bother you as much, but these days it felt like you weren't important enough for him. Tonight was supposed to be something to celebrate you, but it felt like you always had to sacrifice you for him, but he was never willing to do the same for you. And with alcohol coursing through your veins, the anger was all you could focus on.

"You should've just changed the date to a different one once I told you Chelsea wouldn't let me skip this event!" he said.

"I shouldn't have to!" you screamed back. "All the time, it's me making sacrifices for you! For once, I'm asking you to act like I'm a priority in your life!"

"You're being unreasonable!" he said, exasperated that you weren't listening to him. "I tried to get out of this! I asked Poch, I asked the staff, I even asked my fucking manager if there was any possibility of either changing the date or skipping it altogether so I could celebrate my girlfriend's promotion, but I couldn't. That's how it works! You knew that when you committed to this relationship."

"So now it's burden for me to ask you to celebrate me?!" you asked. "I've been to every fucking one of your events. Every home game, every final, every award ceremony, whether it be for club or country. I'm there whenever you ask me to be. And suddenly, I want the same from you and it's my fault?!"

"You're clearly not listening to me! When did I say you were a burden?" Conor asked. "You know what, why the fuck do I even bother with you? You never listen to anything except what you wanna hear. I'm sorry I was late. I'm sorry this turned out to be such a shitty night. But I'm not apologizing for standing my ground when you're twisting my words and trying to claim I've never done anything for you!"

"If you don't wanna bother, then get the fuck out! See if I care! Maybe someone who actually bothers can come celebrate with me!" you screamed, your words cutting Conor deep.

"And of course, that's the only part of the conversation you hear," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine. If that's what you fucking want. Come find me when you're ready to actually talk."

Conor turned around, grabbed his keys and wallet, and stormed out of the house. You leaned your back to the refrigerator and slid down to the ground, tears streaming down your face. You hugged your knees to your chest as loud gasps left you. You felt like you couldn't breathe, like you were drowning in your emotions. You sat there for what felt like hours, your body shaking as your sobs grew more intense.

The moment he walked out, you immediately regretted everything you said and sobered up. You knew you were being unfair to him. You could've changed the date. You could've been more understanding. It wasn't like he planned this on purpose. He never did. Conor was always grateful for your unwavering support and felt horrible whenever he couldn't do the same for you because of his job. Regardless, he always made it up to you and always proved that he cared about you. You let your frustration build up and unfairly took it out on him.

They say drunk words are sober thoughts. And yes, while you did feel all of those thoughts to an extent, you knew that at the end of the day, he was always more than enough for you. And the moments you spent with him made all of those frustrations worth it.

Conor never came home after that. You tried calling him, but he never answered. You tried calling his closest friends, his family, and even his manager about his whereabouts, but none of them gave you an answer. They all refused to at his request. You only knew that he was safe somewhere. They all told you the same thing anyway: that the two of you desperately needed space. But you didn't want space. You just wanted him. You wanted him to know how sorry you were, that you didn't mean any of what you said.

Days turned to weeks. The air grew colder and Conor still wasn't home. Fall flew by as you wallowed in your loneliness, becoming bitter as the holidays approached. You tried decorating the house to lift your mood, but all you felt was pain. You wanted to hear back from him. You wanted to see him. You wanted him to come home to you. Even the snow outside, one of your favorite things about this time of year, couldn't mend your broken heart.

It was the night before Christmas. You were cleaning the kitchen when you heard the doorknob turn, the sound of keys clinking together stopping you in your tracks. You weren't sure who it is, your hand instinctually grabbing for a knife in case it was an intruder.

"Y/N?" you heard a voice call out.

You let out a sigh of relief and dropped the knife at the sound of your boyfriend.

"In the kitchen!" you called out.

As the footsteps grew louder, so did your heartbeat. Your hands grew sweaty, wiping them on the towel to try and stop them from shaking so much. This was the first time you'd be seeing him in weeks after all.

Your heart stopped when you laid eyes on Conor, taking note of his appearance. He looked more tired than you'd ever seen him, including after long flights for matches he'd taken. In any case, it didn't matter to you. All that mattered was that he was home.

"Hi," you said softly.

"Hey," Conor replied. "Can we talk?"

"Yeah, of course," you said wiping the counter. "Let me just finish up here, okay?"

"I'll wait for you in the living room," he said, turning to walk away.

Your stomach turned as you finished up your cleaning, unsure of what was about to unfold in front of you. Something told you that this wasn't going to be a happy ending. But you tried to be positive. Maybe you were just in your own head. Maybe you were overthinking. Everything was gonna be fine. You'd had been arguments before and you'd worked through them. This was just another one of those.

After enough stalling, you headed into the living room where Conor was waiting for you. You both sat down on the couch a distance away from each other. It was unusual considering you were usually attached at the hip.

'We're already off to a bad start," you thought to yourself.

"How have you been?" Conor asked you politely.

"Losing my mind," you said sarcastically. "I haven't heard from you in weeks! No one would tell me where you were or what you were doing. I tried asking around, but no one was willing to tell me any specifics."

"That’s' because i asked them to," he replied.

"What?" you asked alarmed. "Why?"

"Because we needed space, Y/N," he answered, running his hands through his hair. "And I needed time away where I could really think without me running back to you or vice versa. That's not what either of us needed."

"You're talking about what you needed! What about what I needed?" you asked. "Not knowing where you were drove me mental! You could've at least told me where you were!"

"See, this," he gestured to you, "this is exactly what I'm talking about. You and I both know you would've gone to where I was staying to talk and it would've ended in a bigger argument, or I would've come back here and we would've ignored the problem. And we can't keep trying to ignore this problem."

"We're not ignoring the problem, Conor," you said exasperated.

"Yes, we are," Conor said sternly. "We have been for a while now. And I think you know that too."

Silence fell as the air grew more tense. The bad feeling in your stomach only grew.

"We've been arguing about the same things for months now," he started. "And we've both tried to make changes but obviously something isn't clicking between why we're fighting and how we're trying to change it."

"I mean, we've just gotta keep doing what we're doing right?" You asked. "Keep trying different things until we find the right solution?"

Conor looked at you, tears in his eyes. "Y/N, we can't keep doing this over and over again expecting the result to be different this time."

You were confused. "What do you mean 'this?' We're working through our issues like we always do."

"No, Y/N, we're not. And we haven't been for a while."

"Wh-wh-what are you saying?" you stanmered out. "What does that even mean?"

"Y/N, I love you, you know I do. And I always will. But we can't keep doing this anymore. I can't keep doing this anymore. I can't give you what you're asking for and you can't give me what I'm asking for either. That's where the problem lies," Conor said. "So that's why-"

You cut him off, shutting your eyes as tears began rapidly falling down your face. "Don't fucking say it! Don't you dare fucking say it! We can make this work! We can do something else! We can do anything else except for what you're gonna say next! It doesn't have to resort to that!"

"Y/N, look at me," Conor said, cupping your cheeks. You averted your gaze and tried to pull away, but his grip was strong. You couldn't help but melt into him.

"Y/N. I love you. But this is hurting us more than it's helping," he said, tears forming in his own eyes. "We need to end this. And this is the only way it can end without us hating each other."

"Speak for yourself!" you sobbed. "It's fucking Christmas, Conor, and you have the nerve to fucking dump me?! How could you do this to me?!"

"I know," he said, pulling you in close. You didn't have the heart to push him away, collapsing into his arms. "I know and I'm a fucking dickhead and I'm sorry. But I can't let us keep doing this, pretending to be happy throughout the holidays when we both know we're not happy."

Conor held you as you fell apart, desperately trying not to let the tears fall from his own eyes. He needed to be strong for the both of you. You gripped the collar of his shirt tightly, knowing that the moment you let go, he would be gone. Your body shook and loud wails left you.

"We can f-fix this!" you cried. "We can! We're meant to be together remember? We can get through anything!" Conor kissed the top of your head, trying to savor these very last minutes with you.

You held onto to each other for what seemed like hours, trying to memorize the way your bodies fit together. You wanted to remember his scent, the warmth his body gave you, how safe you felt with him, how these were the moments that made fighting for this relationship worth it. This moment was all you had left with him and you wanted to savor every second of it.

Eventually, Conor pulled away. And you had no choice but to let go of him.

"I'll come 'round sometime to pack my stuff once the new year starts," he said gently. "I think for now we just need to be with our families."

He kissed your forehead before standing up to leave. He reached for the doorknob, turning around to look at you one last time.

"Please stay," you begged. "This doesn't have to be it. We can fix this."

He shook his head in disagreement. "We can't, Y/N."

"Please, Conor," you cried. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said, "more than anything. And that's why I have to go."

Painfully, Conor turned around and opened the door for the last time. And as the door closed behind him, you fell to the ground sobbing, hoping for a Christmas miracle that he would come back to you.

But he never did. And it was too late to fix it this time.

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