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yard work - chapter 13 (regina george x reader)
fandom:
Mean Girls (all media)
pairing:
Regina George x OFC/Reader
summary:
You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.
warning(s):
derogatory slurs! several of them!
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It was Friday. The last day of school, the night of the talent show, and just a few days before Christmas. They'd be passing out the candy cane-grams. There'd be some assembly, probably.
Your leg jittered restlessly while you tried to focus on your bio paper. What kind of sadistic fuck assigned an essay on the last day before break? The biology teacher, apparently. He had a superiority complex, you were sure. Allergic to happiness.
Your mind kept drifting back to the photo album. Surely, Regina had it. You'd put it in her locker on Wednesday, so she'd have found it first thing Thursday morning. You hadn't dared to take a peek in her locker, afraid Gretchen would sniff you out again.
Something had clearly gone down between them. Gretchen didn't sit with them at lunch, instead opting for her boyfriend's clique. She didn't seem to fit in too well and Jason didn't seem too pleased to have her there. Karen and Regina sat by themselves, conversing casually.
Cady had been banished somewhere. You'd heard talk Aaron had dumped her. You knew Janis and Damien weren't talking to her after she turned her back on them. Since the whole Kälteen bar shebang and the subsequent smear campaign Regina had doled out, she hadn't been exactly welcome at any table. From what you understood, Gretchen and Cady were on speaking terms, but Karen and Gretchen weren't, but Cady and Karen were. It was all terribly confusing.
You had a table for yourself. Some of your old friends crowded the ones nearby, quite pointedly not sitting with you. You were no longer cool, it seemed. Easier to focus on your paper, you told yourself. The cafeteria was serving chilli today. The slop was slightly too watery and the meat was a mystery, but it'd do. You'd run out of food at home. You'd wanted a goddamn Christmas dinner and a good slab of ham got pricy. Couldn't rely on Mrs George for a feast this time around.
"Hey," Someone called near you. You looked up, surprised somebody was talking to you. A boy, more specifically a jock judging by the varsity jacket. "You good?"
"What?" Your brows furrowed. "Yeah?"
He smiled smarmily. "Cool."
And he walked away. You kept looking as he went, staring after his back. His buddies were looking your way, the same kinds of grins on their faces. That was odd. Didn't bode well.
It didn't take long for you to find out why. The period following lunch was when Damien would be visiting classrooms as Santa Claus, handing out candy canes.
He walked right up to you with a grin hidden under the fake Santa beard, wiggling his eyebrows all the while.
"The whole bag..." He drawled. "Impressive."
Confused, you peered into the sack. A couple dozen candy canes filled it, apparently all for you. You picked one out, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach as well as the snickering of the boys in the back rows.
Dyke. The message was just one word. It was clearly assigned to you, your whole name displayed proudly. Your body went numb, hands holding the candy limply. There was no signature to show who they were from. People were staring at you. Damien had lingered awhile to see what'd been written to you. The grin behind his beard had turned into a shocked scowl.
"What... What do they say?" Cady, of all people, the nerve of her, asked. She was seated a few rows from you.
"Alright, Mr Leigh, thanks for-" Ms Norbury tried to intervene.
"Dyke." You read out loud. Then you pulled out another. "Lesbo." And another. "Carpet muncher." The boys had trouble holding in their laughs. Another. "Queer." There were others you didn't deign to read out loud. Freak. Pervert. Degenerate. Homo.
If not for a few people finding all this amusing, it would've been dead silent in the classroom.
"These were supposed to be checked before handing out." Ms Norbury strode up to you and promptly confiscated the candies. Her face was set, expression severe, as she regarded Damien sternly.
"I- that wasn't my job. I don't know how, how they would've..." You watched Damien try to put it together.
"Well, is it really offensive if it's true?" Dylan, if you remembered correctly, piped up. He was a sporty guy, decently popular but nothing special. Now, though, he might as well have been an A-lister with how utterly low you'd plummeted.
Murmurs spread out around you. Damien and Ms Norbury retreated to a corner of the classroom to figure out how in the hell this had happened. People were looking at you. Your skin was crawling. It couldn't be Janis who told. She was in the same boat as you and she didn't have the power to do something like this. To make the committee ignore hateful messages meant some strings had been pulled. The only other person that knew, that could realistically do this, was Regina.
You bit your lip, closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Okay. You got the message. The album had been too much. This was a sign to stay away, to forget all the sentimentalities you'd had.
"Hey, calm down now, we'll figure this out- hey!" You didn't pause to listen to Ms Norbury when you booked it out of the stifling classroom. You couldn't bear to be there any longer.
You hid in the bathroom. Both hands held against your mouth so you wouldn't make a noise, you cried long and hard. Your breathing was choppy and laboured, and in no time at all your nose was blocked off entirely. Your eyes stung and your vision blurred.
The bell rang and pretty soon people came into the bathroom. You refused to get out, pretending to take the longest shit ever. It didn't take very long for the people coming in to discuss what had gone down in one of the junior calc classes.
It spread like wildfire. You were pretty sure the boys had nicked some of the candy canes from Ms Norbury since you could hear people reading the notes out loud, the rustling of the plastic covering.
"Who even is that?"
"Who cares? A total freak is what she is. Oh my gosh, Steph, do you think..."
"What?"
"Do you think she used the girls' bathroom? She's probably spread her diseases all over the seats! We're all gonna have gonorrhoea!"
You wanted to sink into the ground and never see daylight again. By the time the bell rang again, signalling the start of the next period, the rumours had inflated and grown disproportionately in severity.
Apparently, you were riddled with sexually transmitted diseases, preyed on freshmen and sold them hard drugs, behaved creepily in locker rooms, and had had a stint with Cady Heron while she was still with Aaron Samuels. You guessed that last one had to do with the time you'd dragged her into the janitor's closet to yell at her about the Kälteen bars.
In short, you were fucked. Your life was fucked. You'd hoped, so hoped, that even if you wouldn't get everything you wanted, you'd get some. You wouldn't get a high school girlfriend, wouldn't have slumber parties, wouldn't be normal. You wouldn't be Regina's friend. Fine. At least you could've had a quiet life, gone to community college and worked at the shop, had some buddies, and maybe lost your virginity one day. Not even that now. Not even a little bit of that. Your future in this town was just no longer there. You had nothing. You were nothing.
You skulked out of the bathroom once you were sure there'd be nobody in the halls. You got into your car and drove home. Just as you'd slumped down onto the couch, the house phone rang. Groaning, you went to answer. If it was your dad, missing it would mean there'd be hell to pay.
"Hello?" Your voice was croaky. It hurt to talk.
"Hi, sweetie! You don't sound too good." Mrs George's chirp greeted you. "I assume you had to leave school 'cause of that. I just happened to see you drive by. Rick got called to work last minute and Kylie's got tutoring till late. Come keep me company?"
"I'm not feeling too well, I'm sorry..." You said, holding the phone to your ear while your other arm wrapped around your body. You tried to breathe deep and not burst out crying, again. Your eyes felt swollen shut.
"Oh, I'll come by with some soup, then," She sounded so genuinely concerned.
You bit your lip. Tummy rumbling in its emptiness, you decided now would be as good of a time as any to bite the bullet.
"Actually, uh, if it's not too much to ask, and um- I-" You took in a shuddering breath. "You don't have to say yes, it's totally okay and I'm sorry if this is, like, too much-"
"Sweetpea, just ask." She chuckled.
"I don't have any food. Or, like, I have ingredients for Christmas 'cause I wanted to make dinner for myself, but I guess I forgot I have to eat before then too?" You tried to laugh, but the sound was strained. "Um, could you take me to the soup kitchen downtown?"
You could've driven yourself. You could've, in that you were capable of driving yourself, but with how your vision was impaired, how your body ached with loneliness, and how you weren't sure you wouldn't just impulsively drive into oncoming traffic, you doubted you would've survived the trip.
"No." She said bluntly. You flinched, feeling the refusal like a knife to the gut. "No, absolutely not. We are going grocery shopping and getting you food to last the rest of the damn year. I'm picking you up."
"Mrs George, I don't have money-"
"You shouldn't be spending your hard-earned money like that. Doesn't your dad send you enough to cover utilities?"
"He sends me grocery money. I gotta pay for gas and stuff on my own."
Mrs George's resounding silence spoke volumes of her opinion on that. "I'm coming to get you. I'm buying you groceries and then we're gonna meal prep. Okay?"
"Okay."
When Mrs George saw you, her determined attitude shifted to that of maternal worry. You fought hard not to break down, though all you really wanted to do was curl into her and cry your little heart out.
She drove you to Whole Foods, a place way out of your budget. But she insisted, so there was little you could do. She took you from aisle to aisle, prattling on and on, chatting about this and that. You listened mostly silently, humming here and there.
She picked out a lot of canned stuff, like beans and tomato purée. All that stuff was made to last forever, so you wouldn't always have to buy fresh ingredients. She bought all your favourite snacks, which she somehow remembered. When you commented on that, she just pointed at her temple with a knowing grin. Mothers never forget, she'd said.
Once you were all done, the cart was quite literally overflowing. The total nearly made your stomach drop out of your ass. Mrs Geoge simply flashed her black card and, without even a wince, paid the price. The receipt was, like, three feet long.
Carrying it all to her car was a daunting task, but a worker did come to help you. A young man, probably home from college, was all too eager to carry the bags for Mrs George.
The way he was blushing all the way up to his ears, the way she was amused by him but not receptive, made you think about what Regina had said months ago. You'd been on your way to her nail appointment and she'd gone on a tangent about how women died at menopause.
Mrs George was thriving. She was above it all. Her worth, or mortality, wasn't determined by the men around her. She'd been cheated on, continuously neglected by her husband, and put down by her teenage daughter, and still, she was beautiful. She existed independently.
In short, you were right and Regina was wrong. You saw things how they really were. She saw things tilted to the left, through a warped lens. The confirming of this brought you no comfort, she'd already ruined you and there was no redeeming herself after this, at least not for you.
"Phew, what a trip, right?" She nudged you with her elbow as she buckled her seatbelt.
You nodded along, voice still weak. You buckled in as well.
"I'll pick you up for the talent show." She said as she turned away from the parking lot. "Oooh, we should have a night in. Order some pizzas and slob around the couch. How's that sound?"
"I don't think I should go to the talent show."
"Oh, why's that?"
"Just... Something happened at school. I don't wanna go."
Mrs George frowned and glanced at you. "Honey, you know you can tell me anything. I still think you should come."
"Everybody hates me." You faced the window and crossed your arms. Very mature.
"I'm sure that's not true." She sighed. "I'm not supposed to tell you, but Regina's got something prepared for you. I think you should go see her at least."
Your face twisted in anger. "Something prepared for me- like she prepared something for me today? I don't fucking think so."
"Language." She said and you grumbled. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing. It's nothing." You rubbed your hands down your jeans. "It's not gonna be good. She's gonna humiliate me."
"It's supposed to be a surprise, but I can guarantee that she's not going to humiliate you."
"What do you know?" You turned to her with narrowed eyes.
"I've been hearing her practice, is all." She responded, tone much too light.
You studied her face carefully. "Fine."
She smiled, seemingly relieved. Then, as if to cut the tension in the car, said:
"Oh, and by the way, I'm filing for divorce." With a giddy smile on her face, she blurted it out. You just stared for a while, almost suffering whiplash from the sudden change in topic.
"Uh... Finally." You laughed a little as you said that.
"Yeah!" She laughed with you. "It's been a long time coming. I just needed to sort some things out. Emotionally and financially. I had to get rid of some investments so I wouldn't have to pay alimony."
Your jaw dropped. The Georges were, like, filthy rich. Rich beyond reason, excess income to a ridiculous degree. You'd always assumed it was Mr George's money. How archaic of you.
"I... I kinda wished you'd done it sooner." You looked forward again. She was driving carefully since the snow made the roads prone to ice.
"Me too. The girls... They... I thought that having two parents would be the most stable, safe environment for them. I was wrong."
"Yeah." You swallowed. "Um. Since we're, like, just saying things. I'm, by the way, gay. Like, a lesbian."
"That's wonderful, honey!"
"Yeah." You couldn't say you agreed.
"Should we go get you a haircut?"
"I don't need to look any more butch than I do."
"I don't know, I think you'd look dashing." She feigned light-hearted. "Regina might like it."
"Mrs George!"
Notes:
More drama! Yay! Do y'all think Regina did it?
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Physical Touch
George Weasley x reader
Summary: George Weasley discovers his love language of physical touch in his relationship, leading to a deeper understanding and connection.
Just wrote something short to get the idea out of my system.
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In their sixth year at Hogwarts, George Weasley and you had stumbled into a relationship as unexpectedly as one might stumble upon a hidden room in the castle. It was fresh, exhilarating, and filled with the kind of magic that didn't require a wand.
In the bustling corridors and beneath the ancient trees of the Hogwarts grounds, George had a way of speaking without words. His fingers would absentmindedly play with a strand of your hair during study sessions, his hand would find yours under the table in the Great Hall, and during quiet moments in the common room, his thumb would draw invisible patterns on your skin. These small gestures were his language of affection, his way of saying you mattered in a world that was often too loud and chaotic.
One crisp autumn day, as you both lounged by the Black Lake, watching the giant squid's tentacles occasionally break the surface, Fred Weasley, George's inseparable twin, ambled over with a mischievous grin. "Merlin’s beard, George! Do you need a magical adhesive to keep your hands off her for a second?"
George's smile faltered, and a shadow of doubt crossed his face. You laughed it off, assuming it was just Fred being Fred, but something shifted in George after that.
He became hesitant, his touches fewer and more restrained. The corridors seemed colder, the classes longer, and the common room a bit less welcoming. You felt the change but couldn't understand it. Why had George, always so warm and playful, suddenly turned into a distant echo of himself?
One chilly evening, in a quiet corner of the library, surrounded by ancient tomes and the soft glow of candles, you decided to breach the silence. "George, what's wrong? You've been acting so differently."
He looked up from his book, his eyes meeting yours with a vulnerability you hadn't seen before. "I... Fred made a comment the other day. About me always touching you. I started thinking, maybe it's too much. Maybe I'm making you uncomfortable."
You reached out, your hand covering his. "George, do you know what love languages are?"
He shook his head, confusion written across his face.
"They're the ways we express and feel love. Yours, I think, is physical touch. It's not too much, George. It's just your way of showing you care. I love it. It makes me feel close to you."
A small, relieved smile broke through George's uncertainty. "Really? I never thought about it like that. I just... feel more 'me' when I'm close to you."
Grinning, you nudged his shoulder playfully. "Well, feel free to be 'you'. Hogwarts can be a big, lonely castle, but your touch makes it feel a lot more like home."
From that moment, George's hesitancy melted away. His touches returned, each one a silent word in a language only the two of you understood. And in the middle of a school full of magic and mysteries, you found comfort and warmth in the simplest magic of all - a touch, a look, a connection that needed no spells to be real.
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Party Nights
Fred Weasley x Reader
Summary : Reader goes to extreme lengths to ensure Fred's party is a success.
CW : Fem!Reader, making out, hints towards sex, alcohol & partying
If there was one thing the Weasley Twins knew how to do it was party. Their little celebrations had always been the talk whenever holidays or Quidditch were in season. Getting an invitation was also quite the hot commodity and people would go out of their way to be in line of sight of the twins - much to your dismay.
“George! Fred! Great to see you!” A hufflepuff girl passed by, winking and fluttering her eyes. You felt yourself want to gag.
“Well, aren't people so nice.” Fred snorted as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you along. You just rolled your eyes.
“Yeah because she’s just going out of her way to be nice. You don’t even know her name.”
“Wow! Someone is jealous! It’s okay Y/N you’re still my favorite girl.” Fred’s words made your stomach do a flip, quickly shaking it off. He was first and foremost your best friend. You never wanted your silly crush to ruin what you had with either of the twins.
“Well it’s a good thing you’re his favorite because you’re definitely not mine!” George grinned as you smacked his chest. He was always teasing the two of you.
“Yeah well you’re not my favorite either, George. Quite the opposite actually. I think I’d prefer Percy to you.” You snapped back and Fred’s laughter filled the halls.
“Percy?!” George mocked offense, hand flying to act as if he had fainted.
“Yeah you heard me.”
“I wish I hadn’t.” George and Fred continued making jokes as you followed to wherever they were going. It wasn’t long before all three of you stood in front of an old classroom door. Both boys had wicked smirks adorning their faces and mischief gleaming in their eyes.
“One of you want to fill me in? What are we doing staring at a raggedy old door?” Your questions fell on deaf ears as they looped their arms around your frame and yanked you in. The old room had been turned into something different altogether. One of the ancient desks held cups and a punch bowl. A dance floor lit up the dank stone walls and streamers littered from the ceiling. There was a small table filled with Weasley ‘delicacies’ that you knew would end up spreading like wildfire. After all, your boys were more genius than anyone ever gave them credit for.
“This looks nice!” You turned to find the boys staring at each other, supposedly deep in thought.
“Yes it does but something is missing.”
“Exactly what I was thinking Fred.”
“What could possibly be missing?” You sighed, knowing all too well you were about to be put to the test.
“Music.” Fred’s face contorted into a sad puppy, his eyes pleading.
“Merlin’s beard. What do you want me to do?”
“I knew you were my favorite for a reason! I really need you to go ask Hermione for her music player - please? I’ll do anything.”
Now you were intrigued. Fred had rarely made promises where he allowed for anything, knowing full well the trouble it could lead him into. It couldn’t possibly be hard to get Hermione’s music player - right?
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Wrong. You were incredibly wrong and suddenly knew why Fred had promised anything. Trying to coax Hermione into letting you borrow the stereo was like watching paint dry. Incredibly tedious and her answer would not change.
“Mione-”
“Y/N I love you but I said no! I know you’re going to give it to the twins and I promised myself that I would not indulge their parties! You know exams are around the corner!”
You groaned and felt like pulling out your hair. Fred was relying and trusting you with a big part of his plans and if you failed you would feel like shit. You somehow had to convince Hermione to give you the stereo.
“Please. I’ll do anything!” You found yourself thinking back to only an hour ago when the same words left Fred’s mouth. You knew that Hermione also would’ve had a harsher consequence for Fred than she would for you. No wonder he had begged you to do it. Hermione shut her book and raised an eyebrow.
“Anything?” She questioned and you nodded aggressively.
“Anything! I promise.” You grabbed at her hands practically pleading.
“Fine. Let me go grab it and tell you what I want.” Hermione was quick on her feet and ran off. You were glad you were able to convince her within such a quick time. To be honest you were worried she wouldn’t have anything she needed.
“Here.” Hermione handed over the stereo and you happily took it. It was big and bulky but you could manage to get it back to the old classroom in time.
“So what do you want me to do? Steal some potion items or something?”
Hermione snorted and gave you a little grin. You had never seen her look so devious.
“No. I want you to tell Fred that you like him tonight.”
It was as if you had been punched in the chest. Out of any of your close friends that knew about your crush the least expected one to betray you was Hermione. Well, not betray, but more so force you into the unknown and risk losing your dear twins. You wanted to be mad but you knew better considering you had promised her anything. She was always pushing you to tell Fred but it was quite hypocritical considering her and Ron - not that you would mention that. You never wanted to be on the bad side of Hermione Granger.
“Fine. I’ll uh.. Let you know how it goes tomorrow.” You whispered and went on your way. Somehow you had to manage getting the stereo back to the boys, get dressed and sneak out to the party, and admit to Fred your absolute obsession with him.
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“Y/N! Here let me have that.” George greeted and took the stereo off your hands. You were glad for that considering it felt like you had been walking around with a sack of rocks tied to your arms.
“Your girl got it! Can’t believe my eyes!” George yelled out to Fred who came out of an old cupboard. His face was covered in soot and his clothes looked like he had just enjoyed a mud bath.
“Don’t you look lovely. I’m off to get dressed too. Is the theme crawling in the chimney?” You laughed as Fred dusted himself off, cheeks going red from your comment.
“No but it can be if you want to match. I think we’d be sexy chimney sweepers.”
There was that charm that he somehow always knew how to use. You didn’t know how he somehow made a chimney sweeper sound so.. Romantic? Whatever. You had bigger worries to think about.
“Yeah, whatever you say. I’m going to change now. Bye!”
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You had gotten back to your room without a hitch and stared at your closet. You had to choose something memorable if tonight was the last night you would ever see the Weasley Twins. Finally deciding on an outfit that was a little risqué you left your room. You casted the disillusionment charm and headed back down to the old classroom you had been in not an hour before.
Opening the door you were hit with the smell of sweat and alcohol. Everyone was pushing against eachother and cheering. Music played loud from the stereo and the twins were at the front near their kiosk.
“Y/N! Lovely to see you!” Angelina smiled and pulled you in for a quick hug. You could tell she was already drunk off whatever the twins had supplied.
“Lovely to see you too Angie! Having fun?” You questioned and she just nodded.
“Yeah! I hope to see you out on the dance floor!” She winked and made her way through the room. You had hoped she would spend a few more minutes with you because that was more time to drain instead of thinking about telling Fred. There was no way in hell you were going to do this completely sober either.
You made your way through the bustling crowd and fought with quite a few people before you were able to fill your cup. The punch was sweet and barely tasted alcoholic - dangerous. You knew if you drank too much before it hit you would be shitfaced by the end of the night.
“It’s super good, right?” You almost had a heart attack as you heard Ron right behind you. You glanced up at him and sighed.
“Way to scare the shit out of me! And yes it’s pretty good. Enjoying yourself without your girlfriend?” You teased the boy, watching as his freckled face lit up red.
“Could say the same about you. Having a few drinks before you go kiss up on dearest Freddie?” Ron raised an eyebrow as you let out a defeated sigh. It wouldn’t hurt to tell him about everything…
“It’s going to be a shit night Ronald.”
“Why? What’s wrong?” Ron was surprisingly kind when you were serious with him and opened up. Maybe he was a bit inept with feelings but he really tried his best.
“Well.. Fred made me get the stereo from Hermione. To be able to get it I promised her to do anything and well.. She told me that I had to tell Fred..” You mumbled off. Ron’s eyes widened a minuscule bit and chuckled.
“Brutal isn’t she? If you need any help getting out you always have Harry and I.” Ron gave you a heartwarming pat and began to wander off. So much for moral support..
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“And do tell what my best girl is doing here all alone being ditched by my little brother?” Fred’s form engulfed you from behind. His lips dusted against the shell of your ear and sent a pleasant shiver up your spine.
“Looking for you actually.” You decided to get it over with. There’s no better time than the present. You turned in his hold and met his gorgeous face. The usual smirk adorned it and within the strobe lights his eyes seemed to glow like lanterns.
“What can I do for you then? Offer you another drink or cure your boredom?” You could only wish that could be your answer. It would be much easier to drink the night away with him than heartbroken without him.
“Uh no. Not yet at least. I really need to tell you something. Can we go someplace a bit more quiet?” Fred bobbed his head and dragged you along. Before you knew it you were shuffling into a broom closet. Fred was way more close for comfort than you would’ve wished and it only added to your nervousness. How the hell did you get this far?!
“So…” Fred started.
“So…”
The two of you sat in awkward silence for a few seconds before laughter struck.
“What in the world did you pull me into a broom closet to tell me?” Fred choked out and you groaned. It was time to finally rip the bandaid off.
“Well you see.. I have had this feeling for you for a while now.” You grumbled out and stared at your feet. If the proximity didn’t kill you then his glance definitely would.
“Right. A bad feeling or good feeling? Because I usually cause a lot of those.” Fred joked and you smacked at his arm. You couldn’t believe his sarcastic ass.
“Good! Very good actually. I- Oh fuck me. I really like you.” Now it was all out in the open and you wanted to shrink away. There wasn’t any going back and you could only hope he would have some mercy on your soul.
“Y/N, I've been flirting with you for like two years. I obviously like you too.” Fred’s hand rubbed against the flesh of your arm creating goosebumps all over.
“What?” You spluttered out still confused. There was no way he had been flirting for that long. You would have to be as daft as Ronald!
“I call you my favorite girl and you think that’s me being kind?” Fred’s hand rubbed against your cheek, finger dragging ever so slowly against your lip.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Please.”
Your fantasies were finally fulfilled as his warm lips met yours. Fred was an impatient man and yet he took his sweet time to work you into the kiss, hands pushing you against the stone wall. His tongue lapped at your lips for permission and you relented. He tasted of chocolate and alcohol - fitting and tantalizing. His tongue prodded yours making the moment even more intimate.
“This is all I’ve been wanting for so long.” Fred’s voice was deep and you could barely think.
“Me too.” You whispered and yanked at his shirt for more. He laughed into the kiss, hands running up and down your sides. He separated from your lips much sooner than you had wished and pecked at your forehead.
“As much as I would love to take you in a closet I was thinking maybe something more romantic? I also have a party I am hosting right now.. Maybe we can go kiss in there for a while?”
You pretended to think for a while as you adjusted your clothes and hair before nodding.
“I suppose I can go back with you. But I think you owe me later after the whole stereo fiasco..” Your fingers trailed his bare arm and you could feel him shake.
“My ever so generous girlfriend I would be delighted to do whatever you wish.” Fred shot you a wink that set butterflies aflame in your stomach. You linked arms with your newfound boyfriend and set off back to the party.
You definitely had to thank Hermione in the morning.
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hii do you think you could do a tom x female reader where reader is georgs younger sister and she’s really close with him so he takes her on tour with them all and she’s really close to the rest of the band and she has a big crush on tom but only georg knows and he doesn’t want her dating anyone cause “she’s too young” even though she’s not and he’s protective over her but one night they all go to an after party and they’re drinking and tom confesses he likes her to like everyone while drunk so bill takes him back to the hotel and the next morning he wakes up and goes to readers room to apologise for embarrassing her and tells her it wasn’t just the alcohol talking and he actually likes her and she says the same thing and they end up having sex and he’s all cute and sweet with reader cause it’s her first time and later they meet up with the rest of the guys for lunch and they’re both covered in hickeys and gustav is like “finally the tension was getting too much” and georg is so awkward and he’s just like “nah i’m not dealing with this i’m pretending it’s not happening” but on the way back from lunch georg puts his arm around tom while there walking and is like “she is my little princess if you do anything to hurt her i’ll hit you with your own car” and then goes to walk next to reader and tom is just smiling like an idiot because of how much he loves her
sorry! kind of..
tw: alcohol, drinking, smut, p in v, unprotected sex
you are stood awkwardly beside your brother, georg, as he speaks to a few random guys. your fingers are wrapped around his bicep, gripping tightly as if that'll calm your nerves. you lift your cup to take a sip, only to find that it's empty. you let out a sigh, tapping georg. the brunette boy looks down at you. a brow raised.
"i'm gonna go get a refill." you tell him. he nods, nudging your arm. you push your way through drunken bodies, muttering soft, useless 'sorrys' to the people who only glare. when you reach the bar, you throw out the used cup into a nearby trash can.
"what can i get for you, ma'am?" the bartender asks - an older gentleman with a neatly trimmed, graying beard. you tell him what you want and he gladly begins making it.
you hand over the cash in exchange for the drink. taking a sip of the bitter alcohol, you jump a bit upon feeling a tap on your shoulder. you turn to see the familiar dreadhead, a crooked smirk on his lips.
"oh, tom. you scared me." you chuckle nervously, your eyebrows furrowing a bit. thank god for the dim, colored lights to hide the blush on your cheeks. "sorry 'bout that." tom grins, taking a gulp of his drink. "whatcha doin'? wheres georg?" he questions.
"oh, he's just like..over there." you say, pointing across the room to the left. "and i just came to get another drink." you add.
tom nods, leaning against the bar counter, his hand finding its way to the small of your back. your breath hitches in your throat, your face becoming warm. you look down at the glass in your hands, staring at it as if the tan liquid inside is the most interesting thing.
"so, you having fun so far?" tom asks, his tongue fiddling with the metal ring in his lip. something he does that drives you absolutely crazy.
you nod, smiling softly yet awkwardly. "yeah. you?" you ask, gaining the courage to meet his eyes. his stupid smile grows, his own head nodding. "ja. even more now that i've found you." he flirts, licking his lips as his eyes trail up and down.
you snicker, rolling your eyes a bit. you're about to speak, but another voice beats you to it. "stop running off, tom." the gothic twin scolds, crossing his arms.
"oh, hi, y/n." bill says as his eyes land on you, a small smile on his lips. "hi." you reply, giving a tiny, awkward wave.
"but seriously, tom. you already tripped over air in the lobby. you were supposed to stay by me." bill says, looking back at his drunk, clumsy brother.
tom lets out a sound of annoyance — like the noise a whiny toddler would make when its denied ice cream for dinner. "i am fine." he says.
bill rolls his eyes, leaning against the counter beside his twin. within a random conversation, georg and gustav eventually join alongside the twins and you.
tom's hand has not once moved from your back, now rubbing small circles with his palm. suddenly, a man walks up to the five of you, holding a camera and a microphone.
he begins asking the boys a few questions about their music, girls, blah blah blah. you think the man is ignoring your presence — you hope he is. your heart stops when the man asks tom a question.
"and who is this? a girlfriend maybe?" the man says with a grin, his annoyingly white veneers on display.
you glance at tom with wide eyes, silently hoping he'll just brush off the comment. instead, tom grins, his eyes lighting up mischievously.
his arm rests around your shoulder, pulling your body against his. "ja. this is my girlfriend, y/n." he says, thinking he's the funniest guy alive.
your heart is anxiously beating rapidly. you look over at georg with horrified eyes, faintly shaking your head. when the interviewer is finally finished, he walks off, giddy to see how much money he'll make off of the video he caught.
you turn to tom with nervous eyes. "why would you say that?" you ask him quietly. tom giggles, nudging you. "it's fine, y/n. it was a joke." he says.
he smirks again, leaning over a bit. "or maybe you'd like to be my girlfriend?" you've never been more embarrassed in your life.
you freeze, glancing at the three boys around you. they all look as if they pity you, their lips tightly sealed. georg looks extra annoyed with tom.
then, bill sighs, grabbing tom's arm and leading him away. "come on. we're leaving." he says. you, gustav and georg just watch silently, knowing that tom is going to be scolded by his brother.
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you wake up with a headache, the sun beating harshly on your face from the window. you sit up, rubbing your eyes. you glance over at the clock, almost rolling your eyes at the time. 10:45 it reads.
you take a minute to fully gain consciousness before slipping out from under the covers. you walk over to the bathroom, entering it. you brush out your mess of hair and then brush your teeth. you wipe the suds from your mouth, washing out the sink. you grab a towel and dampen it with warm water, washing your face.
you go back out into the bedroom, grabbing clothes from your bag. you're about to change, but a knock on the hotel rooms door catches your attention.
you walk over to it, looking through the peephole. when you see tom, a wave of remembrance and embarrassment washes over you. you mentally prepare yourself before unlocking and opening the door.
"oh. hi." you say awkwardly. "hallo..er..i need to talk to you." the boy mutters, seemingly trying hard to keep eye contact. you've never seen tom look so embarrassed.
you let out a deep breath, opening the door wider for him to come in. once he's in, he goes over to your bed and takes a seat. you close the door before sitting down beside him.
an awkward tension is filling the room, practically suffocating the two of you. after a little while, tom speaks up, his eyes on his fidgety hands.
"i'm sorry for embarrassing you last night. i shouldn't have said that.." he apologizes. "it's okay-" your words of forgiveness are cut off by him.
"but i also do really like you. i wasn't..completely joking when i asked that." he admits, raising his head so his dark eyes can meet yours.
you swallow thickly, not really knowing what to say. suddenly, a rush of confidence rushes over you, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. your eyes close as you lean in, pressing your lips to his.
tom's own eyes close, his lips lifting into a grin into the kiss. his hand trails down your side, gently squeezing your hip. you let out a sigh against his lips and suddenly, your gently pushed onto your back.
tom hovers over you, the kiss never breaking. your hand moves to the back of his head, your fingers carefully gripping his dreadlocks. an accidental tug of his hair elicits a soft groan from his throat.
"sorry.." you mutter apologetically, thinking you may have hurt him. "no, no. keep doing that. please." tom adds breathlessly against your mouth.
you nod, continuing to cautiously tug the boys locks. he removes his lips from yours, now trailing kisses down your neck, softly sucking and biting.
a soft moan leaves your lips as his tongue hits a sensitive spot. he smirks softly, sucking to leave a mark. shivers run up your spine as his hand begins trailing up your shirt.
you begin getting nervous as his hand nears your breast, but you don't stop him. a gasp leaves your lips as he cups one of your boobs with his large hand, gently massaging. your back arches, a quiet whine leaving your lips as his index and thumb roll your sensitive nipple, getting it hard.
"so good, schatz.." he mutters against your neck, leaving trails of hickeys. he gently takes your shirt off, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. you cross your arms over your chest, embarrassed to be nude in front of the guy you've liked for years.
"hey..it's okay..lemme look." he whispers softly, carefully removing your arms. he lets out a shaky breath at the sight of your bare tits. a smile grows on his lips as his cock grows in his pants.
"beautiful.." he compliments, taking one of your nipples between his lips. the soft sucking and licking of his tongue causes you to whimper, the heat growing between your legs.
he slips off his own shirt, the cloth joining alongside yours on the floor. his hands move down to his belt, unbuckling it. the harsh, yet careful sucking of his mouth creates purple marks around your breasts and neck.
his pants hit the floor and a gasp escapes both of you as his hardened member — strained by his boxers — rubs against your clothed crotch. he presses his lips to yours again, removing your sleep shorts.
his fingers move to the hem of your panties, going to take them off. you gently take his wrist, stopping him. "wait..i've..never done this before.." you admit quietly, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
tom's eyebrow raises, his eyes trailing up and down your perfect body. "you're a virgin?" he asks, completely dumbfounded by the fact that someone as hot as you is a virgin.
you nod and tom grins. "cute." he snickers, kissing you. "i'll be gentle. just tell me if you wanna stop." he says reassuringly against your lips, his voice muffled.
you let out a shaky breath, letting him remove your baby purple underwear, revealing your bare pussy to him. he almost moans at the sight, his fingers quickly removing his plaid boxers.
his cock springs out, standing tall and hard. you gasp upping feeling his naked shaft brush against your wet cunt. he lines his tip up at your entrance, kissing your shoulder before slowly pushing in.
you gasp, feeling your walls stretch to this newly found girth. your nails dig into his back as he bottoms out, filling you up. he gives you a reassuring look, pushing some hair out of your face as he begins pulling out.
you whimper as he begins thrusting slowly, his movements careful. he knows he's big and he knows your new to this, so he's extra careful not to hurt you in any way.
"f-faster.." you mutter, desire building up. tom complies, picking up the pace of his hips movements. "mm, fuck, liebe.." he groans, his head falling into the crook of your neck.
you moan, your legs wrapping around his waist as his dick slides in and out of your tight hole. "s-so good n' tight f'me.." he mutters.
you bury your face against his shoulder, kissing it. you trail up to his jaw, sucking lightly to leave marks. "oh, tom, fuck..!" you moan close to his ear.
your sounds of pleasure encourage him, his thrusts getting a bit rougher. you gasp loudly as his tip hits a certain spot in you, your cunts walls squeezing around him. "right there!" you moan.
tom nods, his cock jerking against your g-spot with every thrust. "sh-shit. gonna cum.." the boy warns, his humps becoming sloppy and desperate.
"me t-too-" your words are barley out before your release washes over you. you cry out as you come undone around tom's cock.
the tightening of your pussy is enough for tom to reach his high. he groans, his thick seed shooting into you. his thrusts continue, his member fucking his cum into you.
he pulls out with a grunt, panting. he lays on top of you, pressing kisses all around your face. "you alright?" he asks, stroking your cheek.
you nod, breathing heavily. "yeah, yeah i'm good. that was..amazing." you mutter, nuzzling into him.
"come on. let's get you cleaned up." he says, helping you stand up. he leads you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet lid as he starts up a shower, grabbing two towels.
after a warm shower filled with giggles and kisses, the two of you get dressed for the day. bill had messaged the group chat about meeting in the dining room for lunch, so you two head down for that.
the three other boys are already sat at a table, menus in hands. you and tom take seats beside each other, acting casual.
tom and you completely forgot about the dark purple marks littering your necks until gustav points it out. "guessing she forgave you?" he asks, raising his brows as he looks at tom.
tom smirks, shrugging. "somethin' like that." he responds, his hand finding your thigh under the table. you glance over at georg to see him shaking his head, rolling his eyes.
you hold back a giggle, placing your hand on tom's. the five of you eventually get your food and eat it, making small talk as you do.
on your ways back to the rooms, tom is pulled aside by georg, his arm around his shoulder. "you hurt her and i'm shaving that mop off your head while you're sleeping." he threatens, feeling protective over his younger sister.
of course, tom is a bit intimidated, but he just giggles, nodding. "i'd never hurt her."
#tom kaulitz#bill kaulitz#gustav schäfer#georg listing#tokio hotel#2000s#fanfic#tom kaulitz x reader#tom kaulitz smut
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Wedding guest // Ross Macdonald x Reader
summary: the whole band is a guest at a wedding (you’re part of it) and then you get closer and closer to Ross
warnings: 18+ mdni
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The evening is aglow with the soft light of lanterns strung overhead, casting a magical ambiance over the outdoor wedding venue. As a member of The 1975, you are part of the band invited to perform at this special occasion. The air is filled with music, laughter, and the chatter of guests, but amidst it all, your attention keeps drifting to Ross.
The last months your feelings have changed. He was always your best friend and you spend the most time together but it’s different. He makes you want him all the time. You miss him when he’s gone for 5 minutes but you can’t breathe when he’s there. The longer you look at him, the more you want to tell him that you want to be with him.
But you can’t. Because it’ll ruin everything.
That’s why you’re sitting in front of him, avoiding to look him in the face, even though he looks as beautiful as ever today. In a black suit, matching his beard, eyes and smile.
“Bollocks! C’mon Ross you agree with me right?” John laughs and sips his drink. Honestly you don’t even know what you’ve been talking about and Ross doesn’t either.
“Sure,” he laughs. His hand drops down under the table and seconds later he’s pulling out a cigarette. He holds up the pack.
“Would you like one?” He asks and you decline. You don’t want your own. You only want to share. Ross nods.
You take the last sip of your drunk and stand up, “I’m gonna get a refill,” you mumble as you walk away.
“Mate, she’s weird today don’t you think?” Ross nudges John and nods his head your way. John just smiles because he knows about your feelings and he knows about how Ross feels about you.
“You haven’t said one word to her, maybe a compliment wouldn’t have been bad.” That’s true. When Ross gives you compliment they mean so much more. You want to be beautiful just to hear him say you are. It’s stupid.
“She’s not even looking at me longer than a minute let alone speaking to me in a full sentence.” His head drops and he starts rubbing his forehead, trying to understand why you’re acting that way.
John’s hand finds his shoulder, “just tell her already mate.” A voice interrupts the two.
“Tell her you are whipped for her?, mate it’s getting timeeee,” Matty says hugging him ironically from behind.
“Fuck off,” Ross says, pushing his head away, “you’re plastered already.” Matty huffs at the obviously true statement.
“I’m telling you, don’t be an arse and tell her you wanna shag her.” John breaks out in laughter and puts an arm around his shoulder. “Fucking drink some water,” he says and leaves with him.
Ross is sitting there, hoping you’ll return any second and you do. With a new cocktail. You lost count of how many drinks you had but it doesn’t even matter. The second you sit down the groom is speaking through the microphone.
“Okayyy, it’s getting time for some dances, you’re all welcome to join on the dance floor.” It’s a funky song and you’re definitely not drunk enough to show some dance moves.
“Where’s John?” You ask, breaking the silence. You look around because John promised to tell you the newest tea from his family.
“Looking after Matty, he’s had a tad much of alcohol.” You giggle. The sound makes Ross smile and warm his heart.
“Knew it,” you said “Adam owes me 20 quid.” Adam was so sure that Charli is going to be the drunkest but she’s dancing with George, too busy to drink.
You look around and there are not many people sitting down. At your table there’s only you and Ross and at the one next to you there’s Polly and Gabi.
Ross doesn’t stop looking at you, it drives you crazy. You tug at your dress slightly, trying to shake off the nervousness. But it’s hard when the guy you’ve had a crush on for a while now is smiling at you.
The song changes to a slow one. ‘Kiss me’ from Ed Sheeran is now playing through the speakers. Your gaze drops to the dance floor, looking at the couples and some friends paring up to dance.
Ross stands up as he extends a hand towards you.
“Care to dance?” he asks, his British accent adding an extra layer of charm to the invitation.
You look up at him, surprised by his request. You take a deep breath to calm your racing heart. The twinkle in his eyes is infectious, and without any more hesitation, you place your hand in his.
“I’d love to,” you reply, rising from your seat.
He leads you through the cluster of tables and guests towards the dance floor.
Once you reach the dance floor, Ross turns to face you, his hand firmly on your waist as he holds your other hand in his. His touch sends a thrill through you, igniting a cascade of emotions that you struggle to contain.
You sway together in perfect rhythm until he spins you one time, and when your face finds his, his hand isn’t on your waist, but your back. His touch sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel the heat of his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest as you move together, lost in the enchantment of the moment.
It feels too real, him looking down at you through his perfect brown eyes. It’s something you could do for hours, gazing into his eyes, observing every breath he takes.
“Finally G,” Charli says as they both watch you.
Lost in the magic of the moment, you lean into him, the distance between you evaporating with each passing second. The soft brush of his breath against your cheek, the warmth of his embrace—it all feels like a dream you never want to wake from.
You think about what his lips would feel like on yours. But this is wrong. You’re friends. Ross wouldn’t think about you like that. You abruptly pull away, completely out of breath even though you were resting your face next to his, not on his.
“Sorry, I just-“ you stutter, “I have to-“ you look around, people still dancing, but the man in front of you looking at you baffled.
You pull your lips together and walk away, walking away from the venue to a little viewing platform. Far way from the people so they can’t see you, but you can hear them.
“Mate what happened?” George approaches Ross but he doesn’t give him an answer, he goes after you, taking his drink with him.
The air is cool and refreshing against your flushed cheeks. Overwhelmed by the intensity of emotions stirred up during the dance with Ross, you need a moment alone to collect your thoughts.
That moment is interrupted by footsteps behind you, you know that it’s Ross.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asks his voice gentle yet earnest.
You nod, offering him a faint smile, “yeah, just needed to cool down.”
Ross steps closer, seeing the goosebumps on your arms, your red nose and your slight shaking from the cold. He shruggs his jacket off and puts it around your shoulders.
You wrap it around yourself, feeling the familiar scent of his cologne envelop you. It is an intimate gesture, one that stirrs a up a swirl of emotions within you.
You thank him but he’s quick to say “anytime.”
The two of you stand there, enveloped in a moment of quiet understanding. With Ross by your side, the weight of your emotions seem to lighten, the warm feeling in your stomach relaxing you.
“I haven’t told you today, but you look absolutely stunning,” you blush and you’re sure he sees. The wind blowing your hair into your face, covering your eyes.
Ross carefully tucks them behind your ear, smiling, “there you are,” he jokes. You’re still baffled from his compliment and now the small gesture. he’s driving you insane.
Somehow you gained some confidence and because you are friends you’re not unfamiliar with body contact.
You grab his hands so lightly that he doesn’t feel it until your hands are resting in each other. “You don’t look bad yourself McDonald.” He chuckles and enjoys the moment, not letting his eyes look away.
“Are you okay?” He asks, trying to find out what’s got you confused. You exhale shakily.
“It’s just,” he looks at you expectant but he’s still reassuring you it’s fine to tell him, “I was nervous.”
“Why’s that?” You remove your hands from his and take his glass into your hands to take a sip. You pause, because you can’t tell him the reason you’re nervous. You can’t tell him that he makes your heart flutter like a teenage girl.
“Hm?” Your name rolls off his lips and he takes a step further. “You can tell me.” He whispers.
“You make me nervous.” It slips. You look away but his hands cradle your face. He suppresses a smile.
His hands are on your face, warming your cold cheeks. You’re forced to look him in the eyes, scared that he will break your heart.
“I make you nervous?” He repeats, “why?” You close your eyes for a second, thinking about what to say. “I want you to feel comfortable around me.”
“I do!” You say quickly, “I really do, I mean we’re friends and shit.” You sigh.
Now it’s unavoidable. You have to tell him. You will ruin everything. Your eyes wander from his eyes to the lights in the background until they’re back at Ross.
“I just really like you.” You say but what you want to say is that you really really really really like him.
“I like you too,” he says but you shake your head which makes him raise his eye brows.
“No Ross, I mean like I like you. And I didn’t want to say anything because we’re best friends and we’re on tour and I don’t want it to be weird. But then you’re always so nice and want to know if something’s wrong and I didn’t know-.” You’re rambling is stopped by your body being pulled flush against his, his hands grabbing your waist.
“Tell me when you’re done,” he says, smiling. Why is he smiling. Why is your body on his, feeling everything and why is your mouth suddenly so dry you can’t speak.
His gaze flicks down to your lips before his hand is on your neck, pulling you close. Now it’s a good thing you’re pulled against him because your knees buckle and you feel as if you’re gonna faint. His lips on yours feel better than you imagined.
“Wait,” you say as you pull away, “does this mean?” He’s on you again. His lips soft against yours, as he gives you only one long kiss.
“I really like you too,” he says. You want so scream, jump, cry, laugh but you stand there in shock. This is the best day of your life.
This time it’s you who pulls him in, Ross having to bend down to kiss you. His hand finds your lower back, pressing you against him, earning a shaky breath from you. An excuse to let his tongue brush against yours.
You can’t stand the heat, you want to rip his clothes off right there. “Do you think we can leave?” You ask, making him laugh.
“Patient much?” He teases, then he looks back at the venue. The people are still dancing and singing. When he looks back at you he knows he can’t wait as well.
“You absolutely sure?” He asks, “not too tipsy?” You shake your head and your eyes tell him you want him more than anything.
“I’m sure Ross, please,” His eyes are on you again, but this time, there wasn’t any questioning to them, as if he was searching for any sign that your words were less than sincere.
His hand goes through his face, “Jesus,” He’s having a hard time, not knowing what to do. He really wants to take it slow, give you a proper date. But you’re in front of him, saying ‘please’ so nicely.
He grabs your hand and leads you down the stairs, “okay,” he says, “let’s go to my hotel.”
You’re giddy, excited and you can’t believe that you have Ross, leading you to his room. You both move in a hurry, almost running. You’re lucky the hotel isn’t far away and you don’t need a car to get there.
When you reach his room, you lay his jacket on a stool. His bed isn’t made and his suitcase is still unpacked, but open. The door to the bathroom is open and you are amazed at the beautiful decorations.
Your thoughts get pulled back to reality as his arms wrap around your body and his mouth trails kisses down your neck. You smile and let your head fall against his shoulder. “Gorgeous,” he mumbles.
He spins you around and leans down to kiss you, more hungrily this time. He stumbles to the bed with you and lays on top of you, his mouth never leaving yours.
God, the way he kisses you should be illegal. Because it isn’t only his tongue, it’s the shameless groans he gradually let out the more the kiss intensifies -the way he bucks his hips upwards so you can feel how hard each kiss makes him. You are having a hard time breathing steadily.
You pull him closer by his tie, your mouth brushing against his ear before you speak just so you could feel the way your warm breath makes him shiver. “You make me crazy.”
“Yeah?” He reattaches his lips to yours, kissing you like his life depends on it.
Your hands finds his tie but you never fucking touched a tie so you just pull until he breaks out in laughter. “Let me.” He removes the tie in one move and now your hands are on his buttons. 4 open and you can’t wait so you just yank it over his head. He wastes no time getting back to kissing you, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck.
Your hands caress every inch of his skin you could reach from your position, the softness of your touch eliciting sweet sounds from his lips.
He rutts his hips against yours and you gasp at the feeling of his very hard member pressing into you.
“Ross,” you whisper softly, losing yourself at his hands and mouth touching your body. “I need you,” you continue.
“I’m here,” he says, keeping his slow grinding motions going. “What do you need?” He asks, his face coming up close to yours.
His gorgeous brown eyes waiting for an answer. “Touch me.” You say.
“I want to take my time with you, let me?” You nod and he grins. His hands find your back and the zipper of your dress. In one smooth movement he pulls the dress off of you.
You’re exposed now and it’s not helping you ease your nerves, when he’s staring at you. Your hands find your face.
“Don’t,” he moves your hands away, “you’re fucking beautiful.” Maybe it’s the black lace set you decided to wear. But for Ross it’s more. He waited for this since he’s known you.
He kisses the nervous feeling away from your lips and meanwhile his fingers find its way under your panties. When his knuckles brush over your clit, you forget to breathe. When they barely skim your entrance, collecting arousal to drag back upward, your brain malfunctions. It is not enough, but when he finds a careful, introductory rhythm, it’s immediately bordering on too much, too good.
You gasp into his mouth, rolling your head back, closing your eyes at the new sensation. “Keep your eyes on me love,” he whispers against your neck, “need you to look at me.” You obey and open your eyes again.
Your stomach tenses and you are surprised by your own sighs and hesitant gasps as you try to adjust to the feeling of Ross’ hand between your legs. “Fuck-“ you moan and Ross groans against your neck.
“Feel good?” Stupid question, you think. He’s fucking amazing and hotter than you’ve ever imagined. You nod and whimper at the steady rhythm, rubbing your clit and his fingers hitting the perfect spot inside you.
He talks to you, asks you stuff and you can barely listen let alone answer him. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”
“You,” you moan. It’s always him and it’s always gonna be him. Ross is your endgame.
He groans, “good answer.”
“Oh my god,” comes your breathy little whisper, unprepared for and intimidated by how good he’s making you feel. Filthy noises come from between your legs and you clench around his fingers. The sensation is getting too much and your back arches off the back, pressing your chest against him.
Ross is still in his suit trousers but he’s very uncomfortable because of his raging boner pressing against the fabric. Every once in a while he grinds himself against your thigh, letting out groans deep from his chest.
“There you go darling,” you can feel your orgasm crash over you. Eyes squeezing themselves shut as the pleasure rocked through you. Ross continues to curl his fingers inside you through the euphoria, until he gently removes his fingers from you, licking his fingers clean.
“Taste like heaven, shit,” he comes up to give you a deep kiss, “you ok?” He asks and you nod, cradling his face and pulling his body completely on yours, so he’s not half on you and half on the bed. His bulge finds your core, and he can’t control his thrusting anymore.
Your hands find his belt fumbling around trying to shove them off, “Off Ross, please,” you whine and he laughs pushing the pants down. But before throwing them behind him, he pulls out a condom out of his pocket.
“Patient girl, aren’t you?” He grins. That fucking smirk. You love that smile, his dimples. You love him.
After he puts the condom on, he gives his cock a few strokes but then his hand is replaced by yours. You look down but immediately look into his face, his eyes rolling back and filthy words falling out of his mouth. “Love, shit-“ he groans and thrusts up into your hand, his stomach tightens already but then he swats your hand away.
You know that he needs you and you’re burning for him as well. “Been patient enough, just fuck me.” He laughs and then he’s lining himself up with your entrance, his lips never leaving yours.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he half whispers, half groans into your ear.
You both gasp when he’s pushing himself inside of you completely. It stings a bit, “fuck- wait a sec.” He does as you say and he doesn’t move, keeping his hips still.
“You’re doing okay love?- Shit,” he breathes out, trying to study your face and then you open your eyes again, kissing him and putting your thighs on his sides, your legs pushing him even deeper.
He moans and it’s the best sound you’ve ever heard. “Move Ross,” He closes his eyes, taking a steadying breath as he starts thrusting into you. Your walls squeezing him tight, producing the most resounding groan you'd ever heard.
Ross keeps one hand on your hip, then placing his other on the headboard, knuckles turning white from his fierce and unrelenting grip. He tries so hard not cum right there.
You moan his name multiple times following after some “fucks,” or “Jesus’” and he just keeps going. Not slowing down but not going faster. He enjoys it and takes his time with you. Devouring every spot you’re giving him.
“Wanted this forever,” he says, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, “you’re so gorgeous shit-“ you clench around him again.
“Please Ross, god-“ Your continuous whimpers and pleas are sending chills down his spine, spurring him on.
“You’re Perfect,” He breathes, his hand running up your back affectionately as his hips repeatedly slam into yours. You start to instinctively push back against him, pushing him further.
You feel your orgasm approaching again and Ross notices too. “Go ahead love,” his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles again while his cock hits your spot. You clench around him again, letting your orgasm wash over you.
It triggers his own, his hips stuttering before he collapses on top of you. You’re practically useless, your body feeling like jello, you close your eyes, relishing in the contact of his warm skin to yours.
You think about how your life will go on. Are you going to be together, was it a one time thing? You certainly don’t want it to be.
“You with me?” He laughs, making you giggle and hide in his chest. “Soooo with you,” you mumble.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” it’s a great gesture and you’re grateful but you need him. You grab his arm and pull him down again.
“Later,” you hum, “stay with me Ross.” He nods and furrows his brows, kissing every little spot on your head.
Your mind goes blank as you whisper into the air. “I’m so in love with you.” You close your eyes, trying to avoid his gaze but he lifts your chin with his thumb and pointing finger, taping your temple softly.
He says your name and when you open your eyes he’s already looking at you. He kisses you softy before confessing as well. “I’m so in love with you, you have no idea.”
One tear slips from your eyes which is quickly wiped away by Ross’ thumb. He rolls you on top of him, hugging your body so tight you both can’t breath.
“You think they noticed we’re gone?” You ask even though you’re sure they know and you’re not ready to listen to the banter in the morning.
“Now you worry?” His laugh is your favorite sound, it makes you smile again, nuzzling closer into his chest, which is moving up and down still a little faster then usual.
At some point his breathing steadies and so does yours and you fall asleep with him. Your dream has come true
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Ginniversary drabble 15
Prompt: #I19 -- The girl shouldn't have been sacked but if he said anything he'd make it worse.
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Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes was packed almost to bursting. Harry's plan to sneak under the invisibility cloak was swiftly abandoned; there was no room to manoeuvre. It didn't matter, he slid through the door and was immediately swallowed by the crowd.
The year-long closure had done nothing to dull the shine of the shop. Harry still didn't know where to look, he was captivated by a cacophony of colourful flashes, smoke-plumed bangs, and the sparkling whizz of a hundred different products all fighting for his attention.
His eyes wandered from one bright distraction to another as he navigated the crowd, only stopping when they fell on her.
She was, in his opinion, brighter than any firework could wish to be. The magenta staff robes that he had always thought clashed horribly with the signature Weasley hair, dulled in comparison to Ginny's smile until they were hardly noticeable.
Harry paused by a display of edible Dark Marks (clearance: buy one get one free), watching as Ginny directed a stack of skiving snackboxes onto a free topshelf with her wand.
An elderly woman was talking to her, holding up a fanged frisbee which looked to have been roughly torn from its packaging and now had several fangs missing.
“I'm sorry,” Ginny said, still smiling despite the scowl the woman was throwing at her. “I can't take it back without a receipt.”
“I don't have a receipt!” The old lady practically yelled.
Ginny's knuckles turned white where she gripped her wand. “I know, that's why I can't–”
“Oi, miss!” A middle-aged wizard with a grey beard and two children in tow barged up to Ginny.
The corners of her smile twitched. “I'll be with you in a–”
The bearded wizard shook his head. “I've been looking everywhere for an assistant.”
“Yes, if you could just give me a–”
He interrupted her again, apparently oblivious to the dangerous undercurrent in Ginny's voice that Harry found unmissable. “Does anybody actually work in this shop?”
Even Harry couldn't deny that the red flush slowly creeping over Ginny's face clashed jarringly with the magenta robes now. Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Yes, people do work here,” she hissed. “It might have escaped your attention, because clearly you think the world revolves around you, but we're actually quite busy today.”
The elderly witch gasped dramatically. Harry resisted the urge to grin.
The bearded wizard didn't have the good sense to appear affected by Ginny's tone at all. He crossed his arms defiantly over his chest. “I want three bottles of Otter's fizzy orange juice.”
“I want a refund!” The elderly witch chimed in.
A tiny huff of indignation escaped Ginny. Harry was strongly reminded of the puffs of air he'd seen escape an angry dragon's nostrils on more than one occasion. “Well, I want a lifetime supply of fizzing whizzbees, a pet unicorn, and five minutes free of entitled demands, but it looks like none of us are getting what we want, are we?”
The elderly witch clutched at her chest in a great show of shock. The bearded wizard's hands curled into fists. Harry took a step forward, pushing through the crowd in a bid to reach Ginny before the situation escalated.
George got there a moment before Harry did, appearing smoothly from the crowd and clapping a jovial hand on the wizard's shoulder. “Free of charge,” he said, offering three bottles of luminous orange liquid to the man before turning to the elderly witch with a smile that Harry had previously thought was reserved for Mrs Weasley. “If you go and see Verity at the counter, she'll be happy to refund you.”
“What?” Ginny burst out as both the wizard and the witch, apparently pleased with George's offers, melted into the crowd. “A refund? It's missing half its fangs because her grandchild is more feral than the product!”
George laughed loudly; his fingers dug into Ginny's shoulder pulling her back towards the wall. Harry followed, receiving only a short nod from both of them in acknowdgement of his arrival.
They turned to glare at one another in a way that suggested this wasn't their first argument in the four hours since Ginny had taken up employment in the shop. Harry hovered a few steps away.
“Ginny, you're fired,” George said, immediately confirming Harry's suspicions.
Ginny's eyes flicked to him, but Harry remained silent. He didn't think she should be sacked, but if he said anything he'd make it worse. He knew better than to come into in the middle of a Weasley sibling argument.
“You can't be serious!” Ginny fumed. “Because of a few egregiously rude customers?”
George laughed again, a sound that only served to increase Ginny's ire, judging by her expression. “That wasn't egregiously rude… once I had a woman ask me if I wanted to explain to her child why I'd decided to ruin Christmas, because we'd sold out of aviatomobiles.”
Her arms folded and she glared at the polished wooden floor. “Well, that kid's christmas was probably already ruined by having awful human beings for parents.”
‘Thats not the point,'' George persisted. "You made Wally Dixon cry."
"Wally Dixon cries at everything." Ginny shrugged, looking up at George defiantly. "I can't be held responsible for that."
"And I can't have crying patrons fleeing my shop – its bad for business."
“Fine!” Ginny declared. “I didn't want to work here anyway!”
She didn't wait for George to respond, already taking off into the crowd, her hand brushing against Harry's as she sidled past him, presumably to rid herself of the magenta robes.
George watched her go, shaking his head as he turned his eyes upon Harry. “Is it her charming personality that you're attracted to? Or is there something else I'm not seeing?”
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Long Time Coming I Chapter Nine I Electric Love
Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football protigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.
Word Count: 2.9k
Warning: Some angst
A/N: Enjoy
Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight
Jamie gave me some space, for which I was grateful. We had our final match coming up and our dreams of promotion were just in sight. I wanted to be able to focus on what that, the match, which was the most important thing I’d be a part of. But of course, there was only one thing on my mind, and it was Jamie. Without having Jamie around to talk to, I found myself missing him more and more.
I moped my way through the day. Coming to work, going to my desk, going to the pitch, eating a plain salad, and going home. I didn’t want to let it affect my work so when I was on the pitch I tried to stay as unbiased as possible. But honestly, I felt more inadequate than ever. It didn’t help that the media seemed to be shining a light on every mistake you’d ever made in the league.
“Look, all I’m saying is that she’s too much of an amateur to be on the team,” George Cartrick stated firmly on the Soccer Saturday show. “A woman cannot teach a man.”
“Now, George!” Jeff Stelling defended. “(Y/N) (L/N) has performed admirably under Lasso’s leadership.”
“She’s barely out the womb! What makes her think she’s qualified to be in the Premiere League?” George shot back. “She needs to pack her bags and get out of Richmond before she loses them a chance at promotion.”
I turned my phone off, running a hand through my hair in frustration. Maybe he was right. Maybe I wasn’t ready for this job.
“George Cartrick is a twat with shriveled balls.” Roy’s voice entered from his side room. “And I should know, he constantly wears pants that show them off.”
I glanced up at him, stuffing my phone in my pocket. “Yeah, thanks, Roy.”
“Hey, Roy’s right,” Ted agreed. “With the sentiment, I’ve never seen George’s testicles myself.”
I rolled my eyes and rested my head on the desk. I appreciated their sentiment I really did but I was just so BLAH at the moment that nothing they seemed to say or do really help. I was in a funk. A funk I had put myself into. Ted, Roy and Beard exchanged glances with each other.
“You know, (Y/N),” Ted said, turning to face you. “You can talk to us about anything. Honorary Diamond Dog meeting.”
I peeked out of my arms to look around the room. Nate wasn’t in the room, so I didn’t have to worry about his sorry ass judging my for my pitiful nature. I lifted my head and took a deep inhale.
“I’m putting space between me and someone I really care about, and I thought it would make me feel better but instead its hurting me more than anything has ever hurt me before.” It all came out in a fast stream of consciousness, not breathing until I got the statement out.
“Wait, if this is someone you cared about, why are you putting space between you and them.” Beard questioned, finally joining the conversation. You pursed your lips, trying to figure out how to tread this line. There was no way in hell you were telling this group of people about Jamie.
“Well, um, I was afraid my feelings were getting in the way… and he didn’t care about me the same way I cared about him.” I decided to say. “I thought that I needed to give myself time to get over him.” Beard opened his mouth to say something, but I didn’t let him say anything. “But instead of getting over him, it’s making me want him even more. And I’m trying to focus on the game but everyone and their mom is expecting me to fail! And all I want is to talk to this person because I know they would support me but now I’m afraid to even talk to him!”
Ted raised his eyebrows and let out an impressed whistle. “You got all that cooped up in that head of yours?” I nodded. “Well, no reason you’re in a funk. Look, (Y/N), I think you need to take a note out of a certain snow queen’s book and ‘Let It Go’.”
“Frozen, classic,” Roy approved, nodding his head.
“Wait, wait, wait. Let what go?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
“Well, it seems to me that you are holding on to every feeling, thought, and possibility,” Ted elaborated. “You hold onto all of that you’re gonna pop!”
You frowned at him. “Weren’t you the one who said that sometimes we should keep things inside?”
“That was before I met the feeling of letting it go! It really works.”
“It’s true, letting go is great, that’s how I do it,” Roy agreed.
“Roy! You’re one of the most private people I know!”
“I’m private, but I also have a very healthy relationship with my emotions and know who and when to trust people with my sharing,” he pointed out, shrugging.
Dammit I hated when he was right. I blew a raspberry and face planted on the table. I wanted to listen to them, and just let things go, but tomorrow was the big day. Maybe it was something I’d worry about later. For now, I’d just focus on the game.
That was my plan at least. But as I was leaving that night, someone pulled me into the boot room. I whipped around to see Jamie looking at me.
“Jamie what-“
“Hush, now, last time you got to talk and I didn’t so now you’re gonna listen to me.” He spoke so quickly that you could barely process exactly what he was saying to you.
“Jamie I-“
“Hush!”
“But I-“
“Just listen!” He grabbed me, holding a hand over my mouth. I frown at him but stayed quiet. “I just want to tell you that I was wrong, yeah? I was wrong about everything. I don’t love Keely. I love you.”
My eyes became saucers as I realized what was happening. I knocked his hand away from me, suddenly feeling hurt. He was lying to me. He was giving me his pity. Well, I didn’t want it.
“Jamie, please stop.” I felt my lip begin to tremble. “You’re being mean.”
“No, no, no! I mean it!” He insisted, taking me by my shoulders and forcing me to sit down on the bench. He started picking at his fingers as he paced back and forth. “I really do, I was just- I was confused. I had this feeling, like… fluttery stuff in my stomach. And the last time I had that feeling you hated me, and I was with Keely. So… I guess I thought that I was getting that feeling again because of her. But when I told her it didn’t feel right. Then you told me how you felt, and I was so confused.” He finally paused and looked at me. “I know I’m slow, (Y/N), but I get there eventually.”
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but I really couldn’t think of anything to say. I was still scared that this was all a joke. That somehow, he didn’t actually love you and he was just trying to get you back in his life no matter what. He held up a hand to silence you.
“You don’t need to say anything, I know you probably don’t believe me, but I mean it.” Gave me a sideways smile, a hint of his normal cocky self coming out. He stalked forward and bent down, so he was eye-level with me, his face just inches away from mine. “And when we win tomorrow and get promoted, I’ll be doin’ it for you, love.”
The pet name fell so easily off his tongue and I felt my cheeks start to heat up under his gaze. His smirk grew as he saw the blush on my cheeks, any semblance of the anxious boy from before was gone. He gave me one last nod, a wink following it before he turned and left. I was left sitting dumbfounded in the boot room.
“What… the… fuck?” I finally spouted, bringing my hands up to my cheeks.
“That was something!” Fucking Will. I turned and looked at him, watching curiously as he shined some shoes. “The two of you are cute!”
I stared at him, still reeling from the interaction. At least there was someone else to there to prove that the interaction actually happened. I didn’t know how to feel. Part of me still believed that Jamie was lying as a way to get me to act normal again, and I honestly wouldn’t blame him. But the other part of me felt like I was soaring. Jamie liked me? No, LOVED me! Could this really be happening?
From then on it felt like I was on auto pilot. Leaving the club, getting home, doing my nighttime yoga. It was all like machinery as I figured out exactly how I should feel about everything. Tomorrow, everything would be different. Whether or not we’d be promoted was one thing but what happened with Jamie and me was entirely different.
It seemed like the whole world was on edge the day of the game. Ted was dealing with his personal life being on display, Roy was having the pain of having his feelings hurt, Beard was on the rocks of Jane (again, and Nate was… well he was acting weirder than normal. All we needed to get promoted was a tie, at the least, but Brentford was a formidable challenger.
I stood in the locker room, drawing up the formation on the board. We were running Nate’s new false nine strategy. It was certainly a choice to try a new tactic so late in the season, especially with promotion on the line but the tactic was good. Colin stood with me, chatting with me about his night and the parking ticket he’d gotten for parking half on the curb outside his house.
“I swear I didn’t even feel the curb when I parked!” He whined, stretching his arms.
“Colin, you’re a professional footballer,” I pointed out. “Just pay the ticket. And please, for the love of God, if you feel a bump, stop driving forward.”
He rolled his eyes at me glancing over to say hello to Sam as he walked into the room. Even Sam was had something going on. Edwin Akufo was on his ass about making a decision regarding joining his super team or whatever. I gave him a heartfelt smile which he returned. We all had chips on our shoulders, and this game would prove exactly what we could do with them.
The game did not start well. Brentford scored just twenty minutes into the game. Then again taking us into the half 2-nil. There had to be a solution to this. These guys could play this tactic easily but there was something disconnecting them from the execution of it. Going into the locker room, I could feel the anxiety and disappointment seeping from the lads.
“I’ma shoot y’all straight. This is bleak, yeah?” Ted started the conversation. “I mean, look at it out there. Looks like a Renaissance painting portraying masculine melancholy.” We looked out into the locker room. It was true, they looked almost angelic in their portrayal of their grief. “Okay, so now what? What are we gonna do?”
“We should abandon the false nine,” Nate suggested, shaking his head. “It’d work if we had players who knew what the fuck they were doing.”
“That’s not true, Nate,” I snapped, standing from my seat. Nate glared at me, but I pressed on. “They are perfectly capable of preforming a false nine, they just…” I closed my eyes picture the pitch. “They need to change their perspective.”
“I agree with (Y/N),” Ted chimed in. “You know, they just had 45 minutes to figure out what not to do. What do you think, Roy?”
“You should ask them,” Roy offered. “They’re the ones out there actually doing this shit.”
Ted glanced at me then Beard. It was a good idea.
“Yeah, all right.” We made our way out into the room, gaining the attention of the boys. “All right, fellas. Coaches and I are are having a little debate and wanna get ya’ll’s take on it. Should we stick with the false nine or switch it up?”
The room was silent as the team thought it over, glancing around das they waited for someone else to speak. It was Jan Maas who stepped up first.
“The tactic is sound,” he said. “and we’re all perfectly capable of executing it.”
“Yes, you are,” I encouraged. “The false nine is about deception, playing offense through the guise of defense.” I walked over to the white board where I had drawn up the tactic before the game. “You’re playing too forward, and Brentford sees the moves you make before you make them.” I pointed to the different players. “Fall back, make them come to you, look for the gaps. That’s how you score.”
I turned back around and saw all the eyes on me. I felt a rush of gratitude going through me as I appreciated their sincerity. I deserved to be here, and they knew it. Then my eyes fell on Jamie, who was listening with a soft smile on his face. I felt myself start to smile too.
“It will work,” Jan Maas agreed.
“Hey!” Ted interjected. “If Jan Maas says it, you know it’s the truth, right?”
Jamie nodded. But he wasn’t nodding about Jan Maas. He was nodding about the way you had explained the technique to them. As if you were on the field with them, knowing what was going through their minds as they played.
We ended our team meeting with the whole team laying hands on our believe sign. This was it. The moment the team became a family. Going out into the second half, it was like an entirely different team. Before we knew it Sam had scored a miraculous goal and all we needed was one more.
I found myself holding my breath as Jan Maas sent a pass to Jamie. I held my breath as he took control of the ball and started towards the goal. Then a Brentford play was sliding into Jamie’s legs sending him stumbling to the ground. I let out a shout of distain as the crowd cried to the referee. Then we got it! The referee called a penalty. Jamie hopped up and took the ball.
I knew he could make this goal easily; He hadn’t missed a penalty all season. He turned for a moment to look over at us on the sideline, and his eyes met mine. I could tell he was considering something and was looking at me for something, reassurance? Whatever he was thinking, I knew he needed to follow his gut, so I gave him a nod. He nodded back to me. Then he did something unexpected. He gave the ball to Dani.
Jamie gave up his chance to be called the savior of Richmond. Because that’s not what he needed to do. In this moment, he needed to get Dani his confidence back. Gone were the days that Jamie was afraid that Dani would replace him. Instead, he was working with him to allow the team to shine.
In that moment, I decided I didn’t care if the whole world stopped, all I wanted was to be with Jamie.
Which was good because it felt like the whole world did stop as Dani prepared to score. Time stood still as he ran towards the ball, and with one fell swoop Dani scored, tying the game. The stadium erupted into cheers and excitement. We did it, we really did it.
…
The excitement and celebrations of promotion lasted at least an hour as we paraded around the club. The boys found a bar to go to nearby to celebrate the win together. But I had unfinished business here, and I hoped Jamie would find me.
I stood on our pitch, hands in my pockets as I planned out what I was going to say. I was going to tell him that I loved him, too. That I wanted to be with him. That nothing else mattered. But then I saw him, big smile on his face, as he walked towards me in his red vest and ICON hat and everything, everything I planned left my head.
“Well, what did I say?” He bragged as he walked towards me. “Promoted, eh? How’s it feel to be in the presence of greatness?” I stared at him as he came to stand in front of me. On our pitch. The same pitch I’d chewed him out on just a year ago. He cocked his head at me, raising his eyebrows. “What is it? Why you lookin’ at me like that?”
I grabbed him by his vest and pulled him down to kiss me. He recovered from his surprise in time to grab me by my waist and tugged me closer to him. Electricity shot through me as his lips fit mine just right. How was I supposed to kiss anyone else now that I knew what kissing Jamie was like? It was heated, it was sweet, it was passionate.
It was like fucking lightening.
A/N: To be continued...
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homecoming.
Summary: Y/N gets noticed by the football team the week of homecoming by how she dresses.
NSFW MINORS DNI !!
Warnings: Choking, hair pulling, degrading, unsafe sex, thigh riding, some surprises.
Word Count: 8439
inspired by amaranthbb & slapnap’s anons.
shift in point of views, when the point of view is changed, the color of the text will change in the first word. I will have a parenthesis of the color that is chosen for those who are colorblind and may not be able to view the color.
Color Code:
Green - Dream
Blue - George
Orange - Sapnap
Purple - Karl
Yellow - Punz
Pink - Reader
Red - Third Person
(Pink) I looked down at my phone, sighing deeply when the group-chat continuously kept spamming. I wasn’t able to even keep up with what they were saying, when there was only four of us in it, counting myself. Finally, they stopped texting and I scrolled up rereading everything.
"Homecoming is this week?"
I asked myself, pinching the bridge of my nose. I had completely forgot about it. I had seen all the flyers and posters scattered around the college all last week.
Shaking my head, I bite my lip in thought. This was the week everyone got to dress up in honor of the school and mainly to support the football team.
"This basically is just everyone showing their support to the football team in a span of five days."
Groaning, I sit down on the couch looking up at the ceiling. They posted the dressing schedule for the week. I think to myself, pulling up the College website. Looking for the schedule, I find it and scoff.
Monday - Favorite Fictional Character
Tuesday - College Colors
Wednesday - Sports Day
Thursday - Favorite Celebrity
Friday - Pajama Day
"Friday is probably my favorite." I muttered, tossing my phone down and groaning.
Looking around, I walked over to my closet and scanned through the clothes I had hung up, finding none of them appealing. Looking through the clothes, attempting to find some that looked somewhat like a fictional characters outfit.
"Oh I forgot I had this."
Frowning I grabbed the hanger that held a green dress, and looked it up and down feeling the soft fabric.
"I may have my green wig somewhere around here."
I place the dress down on the bed, thinking about where the wig could be.
"I wore this two years ago on Halloween, I know it's somewhere in here hell."
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(Green) "Are people seriously dressing up for this shit?"
Karl looked over at me like I had three heads, "Obviously it's their one chance to get away with wearing whatever they want." He said, and I rolled my eyes.
"You're saying that because you're dressed as fucking Gandalf."
Sapnap spoke up from the other side of the locker room, and I just chuckled rubbing the back of my neck. Leaning back against the cool lockers, letting them cool down my sweaty back.
"My outfit has nothing to do with this conversation."
He grumbled, looking away embarrassed. Punz snorted and sat down beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
Grimacing, I slightly push him away as he was also sweaty.
"Get off me you fuck."
I groan out, scrunching my face up in disgust. "Chill dude, you've been pissy all practice." Punz glared, removing his arm from my shoulders.
"Yeah, because I had to see all these girls dressed up as characters that wore horrendous clothes."
"There was someone who caught my eye though." Sapnap said, as he walked over towards us finally.
"Another one of your side chicks?" George asked, and Sapnap flipped him off.
"No, someone. I don't know her name but she was dressed up as Fubuki from One Punch Man."
He reasoned, and I rolled my eyes.
"Of course you noticed her, she was dressed as one of your favorite anime characters."
George said, laughing and Sapnap punched him in the arm.
"Shut up, and fuck off." Sapnap said in an awful British accent.
George just shrugged and rummaged through his locker, while Karl put his fake beard back on.
"We still have four more days of this torture."
Scoffing, I flipped Punz off for reminding me.
"I don't know about you guys but I'm gonna try and figure her name out."
Looking up, I gave Sapnap a blank stare, "You do you."
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(Purple) Looking at my phone, I scroll through the groupchat.
"Fuck, watch where you're going damn."
I hear a feminine voice say, and I look up seeing a girl dressed in black and green on the floor glaring up at a guy who seemed oblivious.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I asked, reaching out my hand which she lightly slapped away and lifted herself up dusting herself off.
"I'm fine no thanks to fuckface over there."
She said, using her thumb to point to the guy who was now half way through the hallway.
"Nice outfit."
I complimented, and she looked down and smiled a bit.
"Thanks, it was the only stuff I had that matched the school colors."
She said, and I grinned looking her up and down.
"Well, I like the two different knee-high socks. It looks cool."
She looked down past her black skirt, and readjusted her left sock around her mid thigh.
"Although I'd got to say your shirt is my favorite." I giggled out, looking at her baby Yoda sweatshirt.
"It isn't really mine, it's my roommates. She doesn't know I took it."
Chuckling I shake my head and stick my hand out, "Karl. Nice to meet you."
Grabbing my hand, she shook it, "I know who you are, you're on the football team. I'm Y/N."
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(Yellow) "This movie sucks." I whisper to George, who only nods in response.
"Punz quiet in my class." The professor lectured, and I bite my tongue.
Scanning the classroom my eyes stopped on someone who was wearing my number.
Elbowing George, I pointed to her and he glared before his eyes followed my finger.
"Who is that and why is she wearing your number?" He whispered.
Shrugging, I looked at her. Only the back of her was visible.
As if she felt our eyes on her, she turned around and looked directly at me and George.
Hitching my breath, George just waved to which she gave him a confused look and turned back around.
"Punz and George please exit my classroom if you aren't going to pay attention."
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(Blue) Groaning stepping out of my dorm, I cursed under my breath as I opened my umbrella.
"Now is the time I wished I had a car." I complained, walking towards campus.
"Hey isn't that George?"
Hearing my name, I looked around for the person who said it. Stopping I saw the girl from yesterday with two other girls. They seemed to be whispering between each other, but she looked uninterested as she continued walking towards campus.
"Hey George."
Blinking out of thought, I realized the two others were now in front of me.
"Uh hey." I said, looking between them and the girl.
"We were wondering--"
"Hold that thought I gotta go."
I rushed out, stepping around them and jogging to catch up with her.
"You're the guy who was staring at me yesterday."
I heard her say. I realized she turned around when she heard quick footsteps coming her way.
Blinking not knowing what to say, I open my mouth yet nothing came out.
"If you don't have anything to say as a rebuttal, I'd like to continue walking so I can get to class." She said, and I cleared my throat.
"Right. Uhm. Sorry about yesterday my friend and I saw that you were wearing his jersey number."
She nodded, and started walking glancing over her shoulder at me.
Taking that as a sign to follow her, I started walking alongside her.
"It was the only jersey I own, I didn't know it was an actual number for someone on the team as it was 69."
Laughing I shook my head, "Punz fought hard for that number. It took seven calls to coach, a couple boxes of chocolate, and getting on his knees begging."
She looked at me incredulously, "Are you joking?"
Chuckling I nodded.
"He only got on his knees and begged."
She laughed and shook her head, "Tell him I aspire to be as brave and dedicated as him."
"I will."
Smiling and looking down at the wet grass, pavement was soon in my line of vision.
I hadn't realized we made it to campus this quickly.
"Well it was nice talking to you George, I'm Y/N."
Before I could question how she knew my name she walked into the building. I just smiled, realizing she was dressed as Zendaya from the Met Gala.
---
(Orange) As we all walked to practice I saw someone who seemed familiar.
"Yo! That's her."
I said pointing to her, and Dream grabbed my hand pushing it down.
"Don't point it's fucking rude."
He scolded me, and I scoffed.
"Oh, Y/N is the girl that was dressed as Fubuki?"
Karl asked, I looked over at him dumbfounded.
"You know her?"
I asked loudly, and Karl shook his head.
"No, we met a couple days ago though."
"Yeah, I ran into her yesterday, and she also caught Punz staring at her in class."
"She's wearing the wiggles pajama's."
Dream pointed out, and I finally looked at her outfit.
"It looks really comfortable."
He added, and we all just watched her get in her car and leave.
---
(Red) The day of the football game everyone was either nervous or excited. For the students, it was a mix of both. For the players, they were excited.
They were hardly ever nervous, as they always won almost every game.
"Do you think Y/N will be here?"
Sapnap asked, and Punz groaned.
"Dude you haven't shut up about her since you saw her on Monday."
Sapnap shot him a glare and threw his deodorant bottle at him. Dodging it, he flipped Sapnap off while George looked between the two.
"You both are idiots."
Dream said, as he closed his locker looking at Karl who was laying down on one of the benches on his phone.
"Well aren't you at least a little curious if she is going to be here?"
Sapnap asked, and they all groaned.
"If we say yes will you shut the hell up?"
Karl said, and Sapnap frowned while George nudged his shoulder.
"Yes. But it's doubtful I heard Y/N's friends talking about how they were gonna dress and it sounded like Y/N wasn't going to come."
George said, and Dream felt a bit upset about that.
Out of all of them, Dream seemed the most disinterested in her.
---
After the game, they cheered as they beat them. It was a close game, too close for their liking but they still won. As the bleachers started clearing out, the boys ran back into the locker room.
Y/N on the other hand did show up, but she wasn't dressed like she wanted to be there. Her friends dragged her out there, literally.
She was dragged out of bed, and forced into clothes.
"Hey Y/N."
Hearing her name, she looked over and sighed when she saw her uncle calling for her and waving her over.
"Could you take this to the boys."
He said, handing her a clipboard of what looked like things the boys needed to work on.
"Be careful they may be showering so knock or yell to make sure they aren't naked."
Rolling her eyes, she flipped him off.
She regrets ever going to the same college her uncle worked at.
"We'll see you after you get done."
Her friends said, and she just rolled her eyes flipping them off. When she reached the door that led to the locker room, she heard the muffled voices of the boys. Growing curious she pressed her ear to the door, yet to no avail she heard nothing.
'I am already regretting this.' She thought to herself.
Knocking on the door, she heard the muffled voices falter for a second, before she heard footsteps approaching the door. Flinching when the door was jerked open, she cringed when an awful creaking noise was heard.
"Oh hey Y/N."
Remembering the voice, she looked up to match the voice with the face.
"Oh hey, uh.. Punz? Right?" She asked, hesitantly.
Chuckling, the boy nodded.
"That's me." He reassured.
After a deafening silence, and an awkward exchange of eye contact she cleared her throat and brought her hand up.
"Coach wanted me to give this to you."
She finally spoke up, breaking the silence.
Hearing the showers in the background, she figured the rest had left Punz to get the door while they showered.
"Oh thanks."
Blinking back into reality, she nodded finally taking notice that he was shirtless and only a towel was clinging to his hips.
"May I ask why coach sent you of all people?" He asked, eyebrows pinched in confusion.
She scratched the back of her neck, and looked every where but at him.
"It's a long story." She muttered, flustered.
Punz took notice of this quickly, and smirked. Leaning against the doorway, he crossed his arms.
"I've got time."
'Of course you do.' She thought to herself holding back an eye roll.
"Well, to summarize it to save both our time and so you can shower because you reek. Coach is my uncle. I came to this college because he worked here, and I wanted to have a familiar face in a brand new place."
She explained, while Punz cringed at the fact that he got told he smelled awful.
Running his hands through his tousled hair, he nodded.
"Good to know I can't fuck you. Coach would have my head. You're automatically going on the no list." He said, nonchalantly.
Widening her eyes at how open he was, she shook her head.
"Wouldn't want to sleep with you anyways, now shower you fucking smell."
Turning around, she began to walk away as Punz smirked watching her figure.
Looking over her shoulder, she smirked, "Congratulations on the win by the way, tell Dream I said he's hot for scoring the winning point."
Shaking his head, he turned around and shut the door pushing his tongue against the wall of his cheek.
"She's going to fucking pay."
---
(Yellow) Scoffing as I walked into the shower area, everyone turned to look at me.
"Who was at the door?"
Karl asked, and I just groaned.
"Y/N."
Stepping under the water, her words played on repeat in my head.
"Why was she here? What the hell did she want?"
Dream said, bewildered due to the fact she came to the locker room.
"Well, her uncle sent her."
"Who the fuck is her uncle?" Sapnap asked, now intrigued.
"Coach."
Was all I said, and they all snapped their heads to me.
"Dude. Do you know how bad it would've been if one of us slept with her?"
Karl said, and I rolled my eyes.
"Even more of a reason to fuck her."
I simply said, and Dream scoffed from beside me.
"Why are you scoffing? I basically told her to her face I wouldn't fuck her. Then she turned around and told me to tell you that she thought you were hot for winning the game."
I told him, and he chuckled.
"She's playing a dangerous game."
Dream muttered, and I could only agree.
"If you ask me, I think her being coach's niece is more of a reason to fuck her. It's basically risky. If coach ever found out, he'd make us run till we've thrown up. Then make us run again until we pass out. It's cliche. Almost too perfect."
George spoke up, and Sapnap just agreed by a head nod.
I sighed, after washing up and quickly dried myself off.
"You two go ahead and take that shot. I'm not running till my death."
I bluntly said, and Dream just hit my shoulder.
"Fucking the coach's niece. Doesn't it just sound fun?"
He said, and I groaned.
"Sounds like trouble to me."
"Oh come on, you're always up for a challenge."
Sapnap said, patting my shoulder and I sighed.
"Fuck it."
"But let's make this a bet. Whoever fucks her first wins."
I looked over at Karl, shocked that he was the one who even came up with the idea.
"Alright. You're on."
---
(Orange) "Why did I even agree to that stupid bet."
I muttered under my breath, walking to my morning class.
'Of course, Mrs. Cassidy would have her class at 7 am.' I thought to myself, already tired as I was up all night playing Minecraft with the others.
"Fucking hell Sap, watch where you're going."
That voice instantly took all the grogginess out of me.
'Y/N.'
Realizing what I had done, I accidentally bumped her shoulder causing her to drop whatever she was carrying.
Squatting down to help her pick it up, my eyes widened when I saw that it was her laundry basket.
Some of her clothes were still in there, while others were sprawled across the grass. Getting damp from the morning dew.
"Great. Fucking great. Now I have to rewash some of them."
She complained picking some up.
I simply stared, guilt overcoming my body.
Reaching for pieces of her clothing, I grabbed two shirts, a pair of shorts, four pairs of mated socks, and a pair of her underwear.
She didn't seem too embarrassed at the fact that I was holding her undergarments.
"Thank you." She grunted out.
"You're welcome."
I quickly stammered out.
"I really don't want to put those in with the clean ones, can you carry them to my dorm?"
Seeing her mouth move, I heard nothing.
"Hm?"
I hummed and finally snapped back into reality.
"I said, do you mind carrying those back to the dorm? Since you're the one who caused it in the first place."
Almost jumping to agree, I remembered class.
"I would, but I have to get to Mrs. Cassidy's."
I told her, and she gave me a look.
"You do remember Mrs. Cassidy won't be having class today, and won't have a sub for another two days. Right? She notified everyone through her email that she was delivering her baby."
She said, looking at me as if I were dumb.
"Well, I don't even look at my emails."
I retaliated.
She only rolled her eyes and turned on her heel walking towards her dorm.
Following in behind her, I took notice of what she was wearing.
'She looks very comfortable.'
"You look comfy."
I said, attempting to spark up a conversation as the walk would be about a 10-minute walk due to how slow she was with the basket.
"It's my pajamas, I don't have class today until 4 pm."
She explained, and I hummed.
"Also I thought the laundry mat was closed until 8 am?"
I questioned.
She glanced over her shoulder.
"Perks of your uncle having a spare key for it. I get to do it as long as I also do his laundry in return."
Shifting the articles of clothing in my arms, I nodded.
"So tell me a bit about yourself."
Startled at the sudden question, I try to think quickly.
"I'm twenty years old, a junior in college, I am from Texas, I met Dream when we were teenagers. We promised to go to the same college when we were younger. We met George a couple years later, and he decided to come to this college as an experiment for America. Punz and I met during my senior year of High school, and Karl and I met freshman year of college. We've all been inseparable since."
Even though she was in front of me, I could tell she was smiling.
"That's sweet."
She hummed out, and I grinned.
Walking into the yard of the dorms, I finally learned that Y/N's dorm was only two minutes from mine.
"Which one are you?"
"C7."
She quickly answered, attempting to fish her key out of her back pocket.
Sighing, I came up behind her, "May I? I don't want to intrude or make you uncomfortable. But I'd rather you not spill more clothes."
She looked at me for a brief second, before nodding.
Moving all the clothes carefully into my right arm, I slowly grab her waist and move her a bit closer.
I could see chill bumps appear on her neck when my breath fanned it.
"Grab the damn key already."
Her voice almost sounded as if it were desperate.
Slipping my hand into her back pocket, I grabbed the key.
She stumbled a bit, and I hooked my fingers onto the pocket pulling her back with much more force than I intended.
Feeling her slam against my chest, I grunt in slight pain and she groaned in discomfort.
"Sorry."
I whisper, and I could've sworn I heard her whine.
"Unlock the fucking door."
She breathed out, looking up at me over her shoulder.
I instantly melted, her eyes said something that I had been dying to see.
"All it took was some physical touch? Are you that touch deprived? How cute."
I tease, and she shifted whining.
"Door. Now."
Chuckling, I walk in front of her, purposefully dragging my finger across her waist and stomach before unlocking her door.
Stepping inside, she followed behind in a rush.
Basically tossing the basket on the floor near what I assumed was her room door, she turned around grabbing my hand.
Dropping the clothes on the floor, I followed her like I was a lost puppy.
Opening the door that I saw prior, she pushed me onto the bed.
"Have you had breakfast?"
She asked, and my eyes dropped down to between her legs.
"Nope."
"Good, you are now."
Groaning at the thought, I was never one to openly be a bottom but the way she took control instantly had me excited.
"Lay down."
Listening, my mouth watering I hear her shuffling and some clothes being tossed onto the floor.
Raising up on my elbows, I gawk at her.
"Stop staring and lay down."
Taking a couple of seconds to continue looking at her body, I nod and lay back down.
Feeling the bed dip under her, I finally see her crawl on top of me.
"Don't hold back either."
"Didn't plan on it."
Grinning, I playfully reach up and pinch her thigh.
She yelped and slapped my hand away, moving up and positioning herself above me.
Lowering herself onto my face, I hook my arms around her thighs to hold her down as I instantly shoot my tongue out for a taste.
"Fuck Sapnap."
She moaned.
"Sapnap."
"Sapnap."
Hearing snapping, I open my eyes and Y/N was there, looking rather annoyed.
"Are you going to get the key out or not?"
Fuck.
---
(Red) For the next few days, Y/N would purposely avoid the football team, as she heard rumors going around that she fucked them. Obviously, this wasn't true, but did they know that? No. Only her friends and she knew the truth.
She was a virgin, after all, wanting to save herself for someone special.
The boys didn't deny it, though they didn't really hear this rumor. People took this as an answer. That actually happened. Plus, the boys weren't people who would fuck and tell.
"Y/N, Punz is heading your way." Her friend warned.
Y/N glanced to her side and rolled her eyes instantly seeing that it wasn't just Punz. Karl was right behind him, following in behind.
"What do you two want?" She asked, begrudgingly.
Punz feigned hurt, while Karl just frowned at her tone.
"Well, the boys and I were wondering if you wanted to hang out one day after practice."
He said while Karl nodded in agreement. Y/N dismissed her friend, who hesitantly left.
Raising an eyebrow, she finally turned around to look at the two. Both had looks of hope on their face. She looked directly at Karl, who had surprisingly crossed his fingers.
Sighing, she shook her head and adjusted her bag on her shoulder.
"Fine, but hanging out. That's it."
She said, her voice strict.
Punz was about to argue, but Karl hit him in a warning and nodded his head.
"Just hanging out, that's all."
He reassured, and Y/N rolled her eyes before walking off.
"You fucking prick--"
Karl turned and quickly ran towards the exit, and football field while Punz was hot on his tail.
Bad who was there to give them their waters, looked as Punz tackled Karl to the ground.
Widening his eyes in shock, he ran over to the two trying to pry Punz off of the other.
Sapnap looked at them, with a lopsided grin amused.
George pinched the bridge of his nose, as Bad yelped when he was ripped down on the ground by Punz.
"Dream."
George said, already fed up.
Dream looked at them and walked over.
"Unless you want to run until you vomit I'd suggest you stop acting like fucking five-year-olds."
Bad looked over at him, mouth wide open.
"That means you to waterboy. Shut your mouth, you'll catch flies."
Instantly, the three stopped and stood up. Karl had grass stains on his pants, while Punz just looked out of breath. Bad adjusted his clothes and dusted himself off.
"So?"
Sapnap finally spoke up, and Karl's eyes lit up.
"She agreed."
Karl said, and all the boys felt a heavyweight lift off their shoulders. Now they just had to execute the plan.
---
(Pink) Looking around, she debated on whether or not she should tell her friends about her date with the boys. 'Well, it's not a date.' She thought to herself, before deciding against it in case it fueled the fire of the rumors.
Deciding to just wear the outfit she wore to school, she walked out of her dorm and towards the football field. She saw some people lingering around, some just hanging out, yet there was no sign of the boys.
Sighing, she headed towards the locker room and knocked.
All the muffled voices came to a halt.
As she looked at the door, bored out of her mind George's face came into view.
"Hey, we're getting dressed. We'll be out in a moment."
As soon as George came, he left.
"Okay.."
She mumbled and turned on her heel sitting on the bench waiting for them to exit.
---
(Green) Holding back the groan, I watched as Punz stumbled around in an attempt to get dressed quickly.
"Dude, hurry the hell up she's waiting."
Sapnap rushed, while I decided to head on out. George and Karl followed in behind me.
Opening the door, I see her sitting on the bench her attention on her phone.
"I figured one of you had died, and you all mourned."
She joked, and I gave her a confused look.
"You guys took forever, and there's only three out of five of you here."
She said, motioning to the three of us.
"Punz decided it would be funny to hide Sapnap's clothes, which resulted in Punz getting Sapnap's clothes and Sapnap throwing Punz's clothes in the dirty hamper."
Karl explained, and she just gave him a bored look.
Hearing the door open, Punz and Sapnap rushed out.
"Finally." She whispered.
"What do you mean finally? This bitch caused it."
Sapnap instantly blamed Punz.
Looking at the two, I gave them a blank stare.
"I wouldn't be talking. You took forever to get a fucking key."
She snapped at him, and I looked between the two confused as to what they meant.
"Shut up. I did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Di-"
"Shut the fuck up."
George said, slapping both of his hands onto their mouths.
"Ew!"
He shrieked, pulling his hand away from Y/N's mouth.
"She licked me!"
He said wiping his hand on her shirt.
"Don't put your hand over my mouth it's as simple as that."
"Well, there is no telling where your tongue has been."
"Definitely not on your dick."
Stepping between the two, George tried to reach behind me to get to her as she gave him the middle finger.
"Alright alright, stop arguing with everyone. Let's go."
Punz said, scooping Y/N up and throwing her over his shoulder.
Yelping she basically just let it happen.
"Why are you just letting him carry you?"
Karl asked, and I glanced over at him.
"Better than walking."
She strained out, as she was basically upside down.
Karl laughed and shrugged.
---
(Red) "You two live like fucking animals."
Y/N said, looking around the dorm in disgust.
"It's his fault."
Karl pointed, and Punz put his hands up in defense.
"Well, George leaves his shit laying around as well."
Punz said, and George looked at him gobsmacked.
"Sapnap is the one who leaves his food everywhere."
George said shoving Sapnap, who glared in return.
"Don't even think about trying to put the blame on me. I clean up all of your guy's shit."
Dream stated, and Y/N just watched them bicker.
"Actually, Bad does that when he visits."
"I do it too."
He defended.
Clearing her throat, she crossed her arms.
"Can we do something? I'm tired of hearing you guys argue."
"Well, we can watch that one new movie on Netflix."
Punz suggested a devious smirk on his face.
"I swear to God if you're talking abo--"
Punz smacked his hand over George's mouth.
"Shut up." He whispered.
Rolling his eyes, they all migrated over to the sectional couch that was sat in front of their tv.
'That tv is way too big for them.'
She thought, looking at the giant tv that was mounted onto the wall.
"How did you guys even manage to mount it, and have everyone in one dorm. I thought it was two max?"
She questioned, and Karl cleared his throat.
"My dad paid."
That was all he said.
"Daddy's money."
She muttered under her breath, shaking her head.
---
(Blue) "You're fucking joking. You chose the new 365 days movie?"
"Yes, I did."
"Yes, he did."
Two voices spoke up at the same time.
Punz and Y/N.
Rolling my eyes, I sit the snack bowl down on the table and got comfortable in my seat.
Hearing my phone vibrate, along with everyone else's Y/N looked around curiously.
Seeing that Sapnap had texted the group chat, my eyes widened at the message.
"Sorry coach texted the chat about practice."
Dream easily lied.
Fuckboy 2.1 (Orange)I had a wet daydream about Y/N
Simp (Purple)You what?
Fuckboy 2.0 (Yellow)I'm not shocked at all.
Dom Daddy. (Green)You decided to tell us now when she is here? And during this movie? What the hell Sap.
Actually Dumb (Blue)Was this when you took forever to get the "key"
Fuckboy 2.1 (Orange)1. Had a wet daydream about Y/N right in front of her, 2. Fuck off Punz, 3. Yes, I did, 4. Yes shut the fuck up.
"Are you guys going to just be texting the entire time?"
Y/N asked, sounding bored out of her mind.
"Someone's being bratty."
Dream said, and Y/N somewhat froze at the tone.
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"Fuck off."
"Only if I'm fucking you."
"Guys shut the hell up."
Sapnap looked between them all, and it was very obvious there was tension in the room. Whether it was awkward, angry, or even sexual. The sexual stood out the most, due to the movie that was on, the minor conversation that they had, and Dream's comment.
I slowly let my eyes scan Y/N, she seemed somewhat interested in the movie. But it was very obvious she was frustrated, as she kept rubbing her thighs together to cause friction.
Moving closer to her, I smirk taking notice that they were now all intrigued in the movie as another sex scene came on.
"Frustrated?"
I whispered.
Y/N's face instantly reddened, and it looked like she was internally thankful for the darkroom from the blackout curtains and every single light off.
"Yeah, now fuck off."
She said, and I rolled my eyes.
"I can help you."
This caught her attention.
"Help me?"
She whispered, clearly clueless.
"Yes, help."
"In front of everyone? They'd hear."
She muttered, looking around at everyone.
"Even more fun."
"What are you two whispering about?"
Karl asked, smirking at Y/N's flustered state.
"Y/N here is frustrated and needs help."
"Is that so Y/N? Do you need help?"
Y/N could only let out an inaudible whimper as a reply.
"Words. Use your words."
Karl said, gripping her thigh, and she nearly moaned at the touch.
'Was she really this touch deprived? Damn.'
"Yes." She replied sharply.
"Good girl."
I praised, "Hey guys, Y/N isn't feeling too well so me and Karl are gonna take her to the bedroom and make sure she is well rested."
Karl got up, picking Y/N up who hazily held onto him from the touch.
"Oh, alright."
Dream spoke up, his voice full of suspension.
Walking behind the two, I watched Y/N slightly grind herself onto Karl who only scolded her which led to her pouting.
Pushing open the door for them, Karl basically threw her on the bed, causing her to yelp.
As Karl and I watched her as if she were our food and we were her prey, she squirmed under our gaze.
"Strip."
I said huskily, and she slowly but surely started stripping off her clothes.
We watched with eager eyes, taking in her bare body.
God, she was perfect.
---
(Green) "You do realize they took her up there to fuck her, right?"
I said, and the two looked over at me shocked.
As if we talked through telepathy we all bolted up and ran up the stairs.
Barging into the room, I instantly groaned at the sight. Y/N laid there, Karl's dick in her mouth as George ate her like she was his last meal.
Y/N looked over at us with hazy eyes, that were slightly glossy due to her tears from gagging on Karl's dick.
Her whines and whimpers were muffled from Karl's dick, and she looked so needy.
Walking over I instantly fondled her boobs which caused her to arch her back up into my touch.
Leaning down, I took her left nipple into my mouth sucking on it.
One of her hands broke free from George's hair, now tangling in mine.
Punz and Sapnap seemed to have knocked themselves out of whatever trance they were in and got on the bed.
Looking up slightly, Punz had her other nipple in his mouth as Sapnap was going to town on her clit as George fingered her.
Her moans and cries were still muffled from Karl's dick, he wasn't even moving, nor was she.
He's cockwarming her.
---
(Red) Y/N was feeling herself cum for the third time, her moans drowned out as Karl's dick nestled in her throat. Groaning out, Karl tipped his head back as he felt the vibrations of her moans going through his dick.
Soon, he slightly twitched, as he let out a guttural moan releasing his cum in her throat and mouth.
Y/N choked a bit, swallowing all that she could the rest sliding down her chin.
Karl pulled out of her mouth with a pop, as he cooed down at her. Her makeup was ruined, her eyes bloodshot, and her hair now a mess.
Everyone pulled away from her, allowing her to catch her breath.
"So pretty."
Punz whispered, tracing his fingers down her body, loving the way her body erupted into goosebumps at his touch.
"You look so pretty like this."
George spoke up, her juices coating his lips from his prior events of eating her out.
She looked up at them through her eyelashes, batting them tiredly.
"You didn't think we were done did you?"
Dream asked, sharing a smirk with Sapnap, who traced all the hickeys adorning her skin.
It was noticeable who was who's.
Dream's were huge with teeth marks, George's was sloppy looking as if he were eager to leave marks on her, Sapnap's were much more hidden on the inside of her thighs as he was more gentle with her, Punz's were in the more evident areas: collarbone, jawline, and her hips, and Karl's were all over her neck.
Now it was known between the jocks that they all had their own kinks, which they were soon going to make sure she was comfortable with.
"Y/N look at me."
Karl said, and she slowly looked up at him, innocence in her eyes.
"Are you a virgin pretty girl?"
He asked ready to get rid of the elephant in the room.
Everyone looked at her expectantly.
Squirming under their gaze, she felt her stomach erupt in butterflies.
Slowly nodding her head, she looked away shyly.
Everyone's breath caught in their throats, all of them sharing a look: jealousy.
All because they knew one of them was going to be the one to take her virginity away.
"Who do you want to take it?"
Sapnap asked, sharing glances with everyone.
Y/N looked around, raising up into a sitting position. She nervously picked at her nails, shrugging.
Dream chuckled dryly at this, gripped her throat, and grabbed her hair to make her look up at him.
"You need to choose cupcake. Or else we're gonna fight over it."
He warned her, and she looked up at him with blown-out pupils.
"Sapnap."
That was all she said, and Sapnap almost yelled out in celebration.
"Before that happens, we'd like to do much more to you."
Punz licked his lips as he spoke, and Y/N felt herself getting wet at the thought.
Before she could do anything, Dream slammed her down by her throat smirking down at her.
"We want to know boundaries, we all have variations of kinks. Let us know when to stop. Choose a safe word."
He explained, his hand moving from her throat to rest on her cheek.
She slowly nodded, letting his words sink in.
"Uhm... Apple..?"
She said as if she were unsure.
"Okay, and choose another word so we can check up on you to make sure you're okay. This word will let us know you're still able to continue."
Y/N looked up in thought and grinned.
"Five. Since there are five of you."
She said with a small shrug, and Karl grinned.
"That's cute."
He hummed, letting his hand rest on her thigh.
"Now that that's out of the way, my turn."
Karl giggled, feeling excited as everyone backed away to watch.
"I'll be right back."
Before Y/N could question it, the boys all looked at each other knowing exactly what Karl was getting.
It surprised them, as Karl never did this with anyone. Only fantasied, he had told them he'd only do it when he found 'the one'.
Walking back in, Y/N wasn't able to see the object he was holding.
"Karl, are you sure?"
George asked, and he widened his eyes at the look on Karl's face. Pure bliss.
"Alright, are you able to look at blood?"
Karl asked her innocently, and Y/N nodded slowly.
Karl crawled on top of her, smirking showing her the object finally.
Gasping Y/N felt her stomach churn in excitement and arousal.
A knife.
"Word?"
He asked, using the knife to trail down her body making sure not to cut her in the process.
"Five."
Groaning, Karl kissed her hips before bringing the knife to them.
Moving her on her side, he gripped the knife, and carefully marked her skin with a simple, yet sloppy 'KJ'.
Y/N flinched, gripping the closet thing to her, which was Punz's thigh.
Digging her nails into the skin, she hissed at the burning sensation.
Blood trickled down her thigh, and Karl simply used the knife to lap it up.
The others watched, as Karl cleaned her wound, making sure the bleeding stopped.
There was now a visible, "KJ" on her hip and it made Karl giddy.
"Believe it or not cupcake, but Karl is actually a virgin too."
This caught her attention, and she looked back at Karl, who looked like he was about to combust.
"Your turn is up, move."
Punz said, and Karl glared.
"Please Y/N."
Karl pleaded, his voice sounding so desperate and whiny.
Y/N rolled over and grabbed his face slamming her lips onto his.
He could still somewhat taste himself as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth.
Now she knew why he was always so desperate to be around her.
Karl only whimpered against her lips, before she slowly pulled away.
"Please take it, they make fun of me every chance they get. Please I'm sick of it. I need you."
His voice was so whiny, that it went up a couple octaves.
Y/N felt some kind of power over him, she could barely touch him and he'd melt instantly.
"Gotta wait your turn, pretty boy, I'll take your virginity after Sapnap takes mine. Deal?"
She said, purring slightly.
Karl's eyes rolled back at the mere thought and nodded being slightly impatient.
Sapnap took this as a hint and instantly was by her.
"Are you sure about this? Because once I start there is no going back."
He warned, and Y/N slowly nodded her head.
"I'm sure."
That was enough for Sapnap to grab her hips, purposefully digging his nails into the carving in her skin and flipping her over onto her stomach.
Y/N yelped at the pain in her hips, knowing she'd had a bruise from his grip.
"I'm going to be gentle at first."
He reassured her, pressing on her back so it would arch.
Karl watched, mesmerized at the scene unfolding in front of him.
The others only scoffed at how nice Sapnap was playing. They knew he was a dick in bed.
Grabbing his dick, he slapped against her clit every now and then hoping she was prepped enough so it wouldn't hurt as much.
Slowly, he pressed the tip inside and Y/N shuddered, letting a whimper fall out.
Easing into her, he finally bottomed out and Y/N had tears streaming down her face from the mixture of the: burning, the pain from her hymen tearing, his nails digging into the fresh wound, and the pleasure.
After a while, Sapnap rocked his hips and Y/N moaned out, and something inside Sapnap snapped.
All the gentleness was thrown out of the window as he started slamming into her ruthlessly.
Y/N was now a screaming mess, which was cut short as George put two of his fingers inside of her mouth to quiet her down so the neighbors wouldn't hear.
Pulling her hips up a bit, she lurched forward as he hit a certain spot. Sapnap smirked and continued to relentlessly hit that spot over and over again.
"You on the pill?"
He groaned out, sweat falling down his forehead.
Not able to form words, she nodded quickly as her cum milked his cock.
Sapnap groaned loudly as he spilled his seed inside of her, thrusting into her helping them both ride out their highs.
Finally, he pulled out and Y/N fell to the bed breathing heavily.
Sapnap chuckled and softly spanked her ass before gripping it and spreading her cheeks spitting.
Y/N whined at the feeling and looked up at George who now pushed his fingers down her throat to hear her gag.
Smirking in satisfaction after hearing her gag, he pulled his fingers out smearing her saliva onto her own face.
Karl grabbed ahold of her torso and lifted her up onto his lap, and she rested her head against his shoulder already looking fucked out.
"My turn."
He whispered in her ear, as he easily slipped inside of her.
Karl was much bigger than Sapnap, and he reached deeper inside of her in this position.
Karl and Y/N both whimpered at the feeling, and Karl's cheeks flushed red at the sensation.
"Fuck."
Punz said, taking a quick photo of the scene.
Rocking her hips, Y/N started to ride Karl who whimpered and whined underneath her.
Y/N was obviously a moaning mess at this point, and she leaned her head back in ecstasy.
Taking this as an invitation Karl started attacking her neck again, as he whined into her ear.
"M' close.."
He whined out to her, and she nodded in agreement fastening her pace.
"Cum with me pretty boy."
That and the fact that he was mixing his cum with Sapnap's was enough to make him explode inside of her. Y/N shivered at the feeling, quickly milking his dick shortly after.
Putting her hands on his shoulder, she raised up off of him as his and Sapnap's cum leaked down her thighs making a mess.
"Such a messy girl."
She heard before she was grabbed by the throat and slammed back down onto the bed beside Karl.
She instantly knew who it was by the voice and gesture.
"Dream."
She mewled, looking up at him with swollen lips.
He groaned at the sight and smirked.
"Look at how much of a cum slut you are."
He tutted, bringing his hand down and raking some of the mixed cum onto his fingers.
"Open."
He demanded, and Y/N obeyed opening her mouth as he put his fingers in her mouth.
Y/N began to clean off his fingers, enjoying the taste of their cum.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you won't be able to fuck the other two. They'll just have to use you as a cum dump."
He growled out, biting her ear harshly.
Y/N's eyes rolled back before Dream rammed into her causing her to let out a choked scream.
He was basically ripping her in half.
Nor did he care to give her time to adjust, he was ramming into her so fast.
"Damn Dream, built up frustration?"
George joked, and Dream ignored him throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and pounding into her, his grip on her throat tightening.
Y/N started clenching down on him, which caused him to falter slightly.
"Keep doing that and this won't last as long as I hoped for."
He warned, and slapped her clit harshly.
Instantly she saw stars, her mouth falling agape as a silent scream came out, pleasure taking over her body.
"Fuck dude, look at her."
Sapnap said, and everyone watched as her face scrunched up.
"Fuck!"
She yelled out hoarsely, as she squirted on Dream.
"Holy shit dude!"
Punz gawked at the sight, and it looked like Dream was nowhere close to being finished.
How he had this much stamina beats them, he was always the first to stop running during practice.
"Poor baby squirted all over me. You're so messy."
He said, slapping her face as he moved his hand down slapping her tit as well.
Y/N was quickly becoming overstimulated and tried to push him away.
Dream gave Karl one look and in an instant, Karl had her hands pried down onto the bed.
"You're going to take it. You asked for it."
He grunted out, feeling himself coming closer to his edge.
Clenching around him again, Dream cursed under his breath as he felt himself cum inside of her.
Riding out his high he made Y/N cum once more, and they both winced at the overstimulation.
Pulling out of her Dream saw his cum leaking out of her, and he glared as he pushed it right back into her with his fingers.
"Who's next?"
Sapnap asked, looking between Punz and George.
"I'd rather fuck her ass than anything."
Punz admitted, and George put his hands up.
"I'm already drained from making myself cum twice at that."
Dream rolled his eyes, and tapped her thigh.
"Are you okay with Punz doing anal with you?"
He asked tentatively, and Y/N slowly nodded not trusting her voice.
"This one will hurt more than losing your actual virginity."
Dream told her, caressing her cheek.
She only whimpered as Punz carefully brought her to the edge of the bed, flipping her back over.
"Go easy on her."
Karl murmured, and Punz rolled his eyes as if that were obvious.
"I'd rather not cause her too much pain."
After hearing this, Dream handed Punz the bottle of lube that was kept in George's room.
Opening the bottle he squirted some onto her, and she whined at the coolness of it.
Rubbing it in, Punz reached forward demanding her to spit.
Lubing up his dick, he slowly entered her giving her a resting spot every now and then.
After minutes of pure pain, he finally bottomed out.
Y/N was gripping onto Sapnap's thighs roughly, which he didn't mind.
Dream sat beside her, rubbing her cheek helping distract her from the pain.
Nodding, Dream smiled slightly.
"Okay, you can move."
He encouraged Punz, and Dream grabbed her hand leading it down her body to her clit to help rub herself.
Moaning out, Punz snapped his hips into hers, and Y/N's eyes closed tightly digging her nails into the other's thighs possibly drawing blood.
"Fuck it's so tight."
Punz muttered, pounding into her at a slow pace.
Karl was leaving kisses down her back, helping her through it while George watched with envy.
It didn't take long for Y/N to cum from Dream's fingers on her clit as her hand had gone back to Sapnap's thigh.
Clenching around nothing, Punz felt the movement and groaned as he filled her ass with his cum.
Pulling out, Y/N fell against the bed and everyone watched her.
"Fuck it. One more."
George said, slipping into her, spreading her legs slightly.
Y/N was already sensitive and not able to move, so she laid flat, allowing George to fuck her.
Looking up at Dream with pleading eyes, he sighed giving in as he tapped her mouth. She opened it eagerly as Dream slid his dick into it.
Allowing her to cockwarm him, George kept his rhythm even and gentle.
Y/N moved her tongue around the shaft of his dick, hallowing her cheeks as she maintained eye contact with Punz.
"Fuck don't look at me like that."
Hearing a guttural groan, George came inside of her and pulled out before he ushered Karl over to look at the mess they all created.
Dream leaned his head back as he came down her throat, and pulled out watching her swallow it all.
"That's so hot."
Sapnap mumbled, and they all got up looking at the mess of a girl.
Everyone took pictures of her, especially of her ass and pussy that were leaking with their cum.
"You look exhausted."
Karl pointed out, and Y/N attempted to laugh.
"I am."
She said, barely above a whisper.
"That sucks because we aren't through with you."
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Same For You: (3) The Deal
A/n: here's part 3 guys, I'm loving writing this series and trust me there's good stuff to come.... I'm so excited!!! I hope you're enjoying this so far :) let me know what you think ❤️- Lou
Series Warnings: slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap, complicated relationship (low-key unhealthy dynamics), eventual love...
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(2) Your Very Own Mirror
She sits in the Dirty Hit office, Jamie sat opposite her, Matty sitting next to Jamie, the pair looking at a bunch of stacked papers. The pair had been texting constantly since they met up for coffee, talking about music, speaking about their songs and their mutual interests in other artists. She explained how Fleetwood Mac was her favorite band, he informed her that they were one of Ross' favorites too. He spoke a lot about Ross, she was unsure what the intention was, she secretly hoped the bearded man asked Matty to slip him into conversation but the rational part of her brain told her it was more likely that it was just general chit chat. Mates supporting mates.
She liked how Matty and her were at the moment, despite not knowing each other for very long at all, he got her, she felt like he had very quickly become one of her best friends. Her favorite times were late at night, when he'd randomly call her and ask "have you heard of this thing love?" And began talking about some niche topic. She also loved when he'd call her to talk about music, to recommend a song he'd listened to and thought she'd like. Each call proved that she was at the forefront of his mind and she was becoming quite accustomed to the idea.
She was sat picking at her nails, only noticing the bad behavior when she feels blood being drawn from the skin, she rolls her hand up into a fist, hiding the abuse she'd given to herself, opting to pick at the varnish of the other hand.
"Are you okay love?" He asks, watching as he picked at her black nail varnish, small flecks falling somewhere unseen. He's by her side in the next second, a look of pure worry on his face. His presence near her, closer to her, made her feel calmer, he quietened her ever noisy brain.
"Yeah yeah... Sorry just a bit nervous I guess" she says making him nod but he can tell she's withholding the truth. He places his hand in hers and squeezes gently, before letting her go.
"Don't be... We're the ones that should be nervous" he says making her confused.
"How so?"
"You might say no" Jamie speaks, placing his phone down on the table.
"Let's get this started then shall we"
The three of them settle on a deal of sorts, a trial period, where Matty, George and Ross (all who agreed prior) would book in some studio time with Y/n and her band. The idea was, that after they had established some tracks, and worked with the boys, if she liked it and felt like the label offered what her and the band was looking for, she would then sign to it. Jamie explained that he hoped she would sign to the label and if they did, they could support the 1975 for a few shows. All of the talk was very exciting but she was also incredibly nervous.
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They all sit around the brown leather booth in a hipster looking bar in Soho, round the corner from where y/n and the band usually perform. She's dressed comfortably in a pair of black jeans and a black knitted sleeveless turtle neck, when she left the house earlier to attend the meeting, it was fairly warm. Outside was now far too chilly for her liking and she cursed herself for not bringing a jacket. Matty had walked with her to this particular bar, texting the rest of the band to join them.
"Cheers" Ross says, clinking his glass against hers and Matty's, George who was sitting across from her raising his glass to her and smiling widely.
"To the new recruit" Matty says making her chuckle and shake her head.
"Hey I haven't agreed yet!" Her words make everyone chuckle and she doesn't miss the way Matty raises his eyebrows at her, as if to say "sureeee"
"Yeah I heard all about your bargaining... Ballsy" George says, the word having been used to describe her far too many times now.
"Got to protect myself and the band haven't I?" She says and they all laugh again.
"So we start making this album with you and you'll consider letting the label sign you?" George asks and she nods.
"Wow... You really are cool... Charli was right" George says making everyone laugh.
"Speaking of' George says, standing up as the black haired girl strides towards him, he meets her in a hug and they share a quick peck, George murmuring a "hi baby" which makes y/n smile warmly, before she's turning towards y/n.
"Hey bitch!" She says, pulling y/n up and hugging her.
"Hi!" She's says, hugging Charli tightly. They weren't the closest but she always loved being around Charli and her friends and was very fond of her, wanting to be closer with her. The girls sit back down and they all talk amongst themselves. Matty talks to Charli and George as Ross speaks with Y/n.
Adam eventually joins and Y/n stops her conversation with Ross abruptly, looking at Adam who was now greeting Matty.
"Hann this is y/n, the artist we told you about. Y/n this is Adam" Matty says and she stands, reaching a hand out to him who shakes it with a smile.
"Great to finally meet you, the guys haven't shut up about you to be honest" he says and she smiles, mouth falling open and then shutting again, at a loss for words.
"You okay love?" Matty asks and she shakes her head, composing herself.
"I can't lie... I'm kind of freaking out, I'm a huge fan..." She says to Adam making everyone laugh.
"You're one of the reasons I started playing guitar, you're mad talented" she hates the way she sounds like a cliche fan but she couldn't help it. Matty raises his eyebrows at her and she sees the cogs turning in his brain, he looks at her and she knows he's mentally saying "Adam your fave then?" But she shakes her head at him.
"Wow, thank you, that means a lot. The guys showed me some videos of you and your band playing, you're sick!" She smiles and blushes at his words, sitting back down next to Ross and continuing their conversation.
"He's right you know... You're really talented, amazing really... How long have you been playing guitar?" The way he so casually compliments her had her heart fluttering and she nearly stutters over her words- nearly.
She feigns confidence as she says "since I was 15, the summer after I discovered your band... I tried bass but it wasn't for me" and he laughs.
"How so?" He asks.
"my hands are too small and I struggled to be honest"
"don't be silly, let me see" he says, lifting her hand and placing it against his. The sensation is instant for both of them, fire igniting, sparks flying, electric buzzing, hand against hand but it's as if their souls have been ripped open for the other to see.
Their mouths both fall open as they touch, neither look at their hands, too busy looking into each other's eyes, occasionally flicking down to each other's lips. She feels the warmth of his hand against her and she blushes.
"You're right... You've got tiny hands" he struggles to get the words out, having to swallow a few times before they even come out. She smiles at his teasing, fingers closing around his hand, tugging it towards her before she opens her hand again, inspecting it closer.
"Or you've just got giant hands Macdonald" he smirks at her then, eyes finally moving away from her lips and down at their hands. Her mouth sits slightly agape as she takes in his hand, eyes falling on the veins and callouses there.
Their moment is interrupted by the buzz of her phone which sits in her lap, her eyes flick down to look at it before she looks back up at Ross.
"Sorry' she says quietly, reluctantly letting go of his hand and reaching for her phone. His hand wraps back around his glass, bringing the liquid back up to his lips to take a sip.
He watches her over the rim of his glass, seeing the way her eyebrows furrow as she reads the text she received. He doesn't like the way she's huffing as she reads it, or the roll of her eyes before she's placing her phone face down onto table, drawing her attention back to him.
She seems almost withdrawn when her eyes find his again, and the smile she directs his way seems forced.
"Everything okay love?" Her stomach flutters at the nickname and she has to stop herself from gasping. She's worried her voice will fail her so she simply nods, but with one look from Ross, a raise of his eyebrows and a tilt of his head, she's spilling all.
"Sorry it's just the band... They didn't want to come to the meeting with me - said I can make the decision as I'm the 'frontman' which I already fucking hate... Which is just stupid anyway because we're a band, were supposed to make these decisions together, and now Jay, drummer, is lecturing me saying I should just sign the contract... That doing studio time with you guys before is a waste of time" she rants, her words are rushed but Ross manages to catch every single one without fail, she buffs at the end of her words, breath fast and shallow.
"Love" he says, her heart fluttering again, picking up tenfold when he takes her hand back in his "breathe for a second" he watches as she inhales deeply before exhaling, her shoulders slumping slightly after she does.
"Better?' she nods.
"Good... I'm sorry darling, that sucks... For what it's worth, I think it's really brave of you.. and super cool too" he says, a clear smirk resting against his lips as he speaks.
"Really?" she barely realises that her hand is still in his, only noticing when he follows his "yeah" with a squeeze of her hand.
"I think you're just trying to do what's best for your band and although they're putting all the pressure on you to make that decision, I think you're making the best one... Just looking out for them" he says and she's the one squeezing his hand now, silently thanking him.
"I'm glad you get it... Thank you Ross" she says, debating whether to pull her hand away from his despite not wanting to. It seemed like it was a matter of who would break first.
"You're welcome sweetheart... Anytime" her breath hitches again at the new nickname, this time not going unnoticed by the bassist, who raises his eyebrows, but doesn't say anything, which she feels grateful for, she really didn't want to feel mortified right now. Instead he surprises her with a question.
"Fancy going outside for a bit?" He asks, eyes never leaving hers, the intensity of his eye contact making her mouth fall open slightly. She nods as her eyes flick from his eyes to his mouth.
They stand from the table, thankfully everyone is too engrossed in their conversation to realise and they quietly slip outside the pub. The cold air immediately makes her skin prick up and goosebumps rise to the surface, she wraps her hands around herself, running them up and down her arms in an attempt to keep herself warm.
Wordlessly, Ross shrugs off his jacket, moving forward and draping it over her frame, the fabric almost immediately drowning her, but the warmth she feels (weather from the item of the clothing, or from the fact she's wearing his jacket) makes her smile. His hands don't leave the lapels straight away, tugging gently until she's standing closer to him.
Maybe it was because Ross was usually quiet, his actions this evening were taking her by surprises, pleasantly so.
"You look cute in my clothes" the confession makes her blush and she has to take a step back, sighing deeply. "Where are you going?" He says, pulling her towards him again. He notices her breath is heavy again.
"What's up, am I making you uncomfortable?" He goes to retreat but she stops him, shaking her head as she looks up at him
"No... Not at all... You're just surprising me is all" she admits and he smirks.
"How so?"
"The pet names, the- the touching... The forwardness... Just didn't expect it from you to be honest... You're usually quiet" she says and he nods.
"I'm not usually this forward to be honest..."
"What is it about me then?" She challenges.
"Everything" the one word answer has her breath hitching again and he notices, smirking and pulling her close to him again.
"I like that noise... Wouldn't mind hearing it in different circumstances" he says, as she laughs in an attempt to ease the tension.
"Jesus Christ" she murmurs "you're giving me whiplash".
"Sorry... I'm coming on too strong aren't I?" He says, stepping back again, this time she lets him. Not because she wanted him away from her (in fact she wanted exactly the opposite) but she allows it because she thinks it's best, she knew they'd get ahead of themselves if she allowed it to continue.
"You're not, don't apologise" she says, making him smile.
"Okay..." The tension seems to be lifted somewhat and she can breathe almost normally again. Her heart is still beating rapidly in her chest, almost soaring when she spots the dimples either side of his lips and the way his eyes are creasing as he smiles.
"I want to get to know you more... Seeing as we're going to be working together" he says and she smirks, sure that was the reason, she thinks.
"Id like that" he nods, stepping forward just slightly. He feels the need, the desire to just hug her but refrains from doing so, wondering what's coming over him. He was never like this usually.
"We should go inside... I'm freezing my tits off" he says making her laugh loudly. Oh god that laugh he thinks, he thinks it's the best noise he's ever heard and knew he'd do anything to hear it again.
"You didn't have to give me your jacket" she gazes up at him, one eyebrow raising, her eyes almost twinkle when she sees him smirk, accompanied with a slow shake of his head. His hand slowly reaches forward, just one hand, reaching for the edge of his jacket, smoothing the fabric between his fingers. She feels his knuckle graze her abdomen briefly before he pulls back.
"Don't be silly, I wanted to... Couldn't have you shivering out here whilst I'm all toasty" he explains, she stops her breath from hitching, sighing instead, trying to pull it off as a content one instead of a surprised one.
"And now it's the other way round" she says, raising her eyebrows as her arms cross over her chest, the fabric creasing under her hands, his scent escaping from the clothing, harassing her senses, making her skin rise in goosebumps again.
"oh shush' he says making her laugh. He places a hand at her back, leading her back inside. They make their way back over to their table, her still in his jacket and his hand still resting against her back, coming to rest against the back of her seat as they sit back down.
Her eyes find Matty's as she shrugs off Ross' coat, the curly haired man frowning at her.
"What's up?' she mouths, worried something was up with him. She couldn't quite explain it but she felt some sort of duty towards Matty already, knowing he was so similar to her and that alone had her wanting to protect him. She wasn't sure whether she liked how deeply she cared for him already, she felt like she knew him so well already and was a scared of getting hurt. Whilst on the other hand, the man who's jacket she was just wearing, she didn't know that well at all, seeing as in the years she had been following the band, he was more reserved than Matty.
"Later" he mouths back, making her frown. She picks up her phone that she left again the table, ignoring the texts from her bandmates and pulling him Mattys contact in her phone.
Ross draws his eyes away from the scene, not wanting to intrude but feels a pang of jealousy hit him. He sees the name light up her phone "Bestie ❤️" and somehow he knows its Matty.
"You'd tell me if something was up right?" She sends the message, hearing the ding of his phone before he's drawing it from his pocket, eyes flicking from the device to her as he reads it.
"Yeah love... Don't worry I'm fine x" she receives back in reply, placing her phone down and smiling at him, he smiles back. She makes a funny face at him for safe measure, just in case he was in fact lying, she hoped it would cheer up a little bit.
He chuckles and the sight makes her smile wide again, turning her attention back to Ross for a second, who smiles at her too.
"So y/n..." She looks to see who was talking to her, finding Adam smiling at her.
"How long have you and your band been together... What's the name again?" He asks and she smiles.
"The Love Of Thieves" she confirms, making him raise his eyebrows, muttering a "cool name".
"We've been together for almost 10 years now... Started when I was 15, the rest were around 18 then" she says.
"They're older than you?" Matty asks, her eyes flicking to him and she smiles, nodding at him.
"Yeah... Everyone thought it was really weird... Me hanging out with people who were older than me. But my brother played bass with our drummer's brother, and we all used to hang out... They didn't realise I was as young as I was until about 6 months in" she explains and everyone laughs. Ross can't help but like the fact her brother played bass, knowing it was a conversation they could have another time.
"Such a cool kid weren't you?' Matty jokes making her raise her middle finger at him.
"Shut up... I didn't get along with people my age to be honest. Besides I grew up around older people, so I just fit in with them" she explains and people around the table nod, seeming to understand.
"Where did the name come from?" George asks, sipping from his glass as his other hand held Charli's.
"We actually kind of stole it..." She says, making everyone laugh.
"My dad always used to play records around the house and I remember coming downstairs one day and this song was playing... Wasn't really my vibe like musically but there was this one lyric" she says, smiling as she looked at her fingers.
"Oh the tears that you weep, For the poor tortured souls, Who fall at your feet... I fucking loved that... So I asked my dad what the song was"
A chorus of "The Love Thieves" breaks out and she nods.
"We added a word obviously..." She laughs again "it was originally just a place holder but it kind of just..."
"Stuck' Matty finishes and she nods again.
"I think that's fucking sick" he then says and she smiles.
"Thanks..." She blushes as Matty smiles.
"Cool name for a cool band" Ross says and she smiles over at him.
Eventually people start filtering out, Adam leaves first, wanting to get home go his wife and child, which Y/n finds very sweet. Charli and George are then leaving next, Charli pulling her up from the table to hug her tightly.
"We'll have to go out soon, just the two of us" y/n confirms with a nod and Charli then kisses her cheek and bids her farewell.
Mumbling a "keep being a legend and if these lot get on your nerves, let me know"
Matty, Ross and Y/n stay until close, eventually being ushered out by one of the bar tenders.
She begins to shiver as soon as she steps outside, and it's a matter of which one shrugs their jacket off first, the winner being Matty, who drapes his coat over her shoulders. She says a thank you but her eyes find Ross' who looks down sadly at her.
"Sorry for being that idiot who didn't bring a jacket" she says making them both laugh.
"It's fine, I've got my cig to warm me up" Matty says and she nods.
"Want me to call you a cab?" Ross then speaks up, she smiles but ultimately shakes her head at him.
"No I'm good thank you, Abbie works around the corner and has just finished her shift so she's going to swing by and pick me up" she explains making the both of them nod.
"Abbie is your guitarist right?" Ross asks and she nods.
"The one and only... She likes to think she's Hann but she's really not" her words making the boys chuckle.
"She's a fan too?' Matty asks, cringing when he realises he just called her a 'fan'. But y/n doesn't mind, because she was one, and a huge one at that. She had their logo tattooed for Christ sake.
"She is" she confirms. They hear the beep of a car and y/n flicks her eyes towards it, seeing Abbie with her head out of her window, waving at them.
"Well that's me" she says, going to shrug off Mattys jacket but he stops her.
"Keep it" he says, pulling her towards him to hug her tightly.
"Lovely to see you again... I really look forward to working with you y/n' he says into her ear as they hug.
"You too Matty... Better text me" she says and he mumbles an 'of course, not getting rid of me now" they then pull away and she steps forward, closer to Ross.
"MacDonald" she says and he smirks down at her, hooking his arms around her waist and pulling her the rest of the way towards him.
"Y/L/N" he says back, sighing into her hair as they hug. It was the first hug they shared and he was already addicted. To the way she felt against him, in his arms, smaller than him, warm against him. The way he could feel her heart beat against his chest and the way she felt her warmth seep into him. The way he could smell her, more strongly now.
"Tonight was fun" he says and she nods against him. The pair realise they've been hugging for a little too long so reluctantly pull away.
"I'll text you" he says and she smiles, really hopeful that he does.
She pulls away and her eyes flick between the pair, heart beating and breath picking up. She then leaves them, walking to the guitarists car, opening the door and getting in.
She was fucked.
"Good night?" She asks as she begins driving.
"Amazing." She confirms.
"Who's jacket is that?'
"Mattys'
"Oh. Anything going on there?"
"No don't be silly"
Her phone buzzes as she looks at it, seeing one notification from an unknown number.
"Let me know when you're home please xx - Ross"
She quickly saved his number in her phone as "MacDonald" tempting to put a little heart next to his name but not wanting to get ahead of herself, when she recieves another message.
"Looked better in my jacket btw... Fancy grabbing a coffee sometime? Xx" it reads and it makes her gasp quietly again.
She thinks twice about sending what she wants to, deciding to just go for it and replying back with a "Yours was comfier... Smelt like you too 🤭... And would love to x"
Her phone pings far too quickly for it to be Ross so she looks again and sees another message, this firm from Matty, who had edited his contact name from the simple "Matty" to "Bestie ❤️" when they went for coffee with one another.
"I'm now realising the huge mistake I made when I gave you my jacket... You've got my house keys" it reads and she gasps.
"Fuck" she says, burring her hand into the pocket of his jacket, feeling the metal against her hands and pulling it out.
"What?" Abbie says.
"I've got Matty's keys" she says.
"Shit" Abbie says.
"Yeah. Shit"
"Text me your address please x" she sends, worrying when he doesn't reply "Matthew!" She then sends.
"I'm not letting you drive all the way here just to drop my keys off xx" - Matty.
"Well I'm not letting you roam the streets in the freezing cold Matthew. Send me your address xx" - Y/n.
He replies back almost immediately with his address.
"Do you mind dropping me off near by? I can get an Uber back if you need to be somewhere" she explains and Abbie nods.
"You sure? I can wait about a bit"
"No honestly it's fine"
They drive almost in silence to his house, pulling up close by.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do" she says making y/n shake her head.
"It's not like that.. I'm just going to give him his keys and then head home...besides you're literally gay"
"exactly"
Y/n walks the last bit towards his house, seeing him sitting on the curb.
"Oh thank fuck, I'm about to freeze to death here"
"Nice to see you too' she jokes.
"I'm so thankful you're here darling. Seriously, I could've crashed at someone's house" he says and she shakes her head, smiling when he pulls her into a tight hug.
"Wanna come up for a bit? I make a mean brew" he offers and despite knowing she should really say no, she's nodding.
"Sounds heavenly" and then she's handing him his keys and they're entering his house.
She's entering Matty Healy's house. Her phone buzzes in her (Mattys pocket) and if she had looked she would've seen a text from Ross that read "Home yet love? You've got me worried here xxx"
(4) No Need To Explain
A/n: AHHHHH what's going to happen next? Let me know what you think is going to happen!! If you're liking this please consider liking, leaving a comment and reblogging :) love youuuuu
© all lyrics are written and owned by yours truly (let's ignore the fact they're not that good but yeah) no stealing hehe
#the 1975#ross macdonald#matty healy#adam hann#george daniel#the 1975 fanfic#matty healy x reader#ross macdonald x reader#the 1975 fan fiction#the 1975 fan fic#ross macdonald fanfic#ross macdonald fan fic#matty healy fanfic#matty healy fan fic#george daniel fanfiction#ross macdonald x oc#matty healy x oc#George daniel x oc#same for you the 1975 series
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Wanna Be Yours |1|
Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader
Chapter One: Pranks & Fifth Year
Notes: Modern AU, Fem!SlytherinReader, any characters you don't recall from the Harry Potter universe are my OC's
Warning(s): None that I'm aware of
Prologue|Next Part
Y/n entered the train when a hand waved her over to a compartment. She entered the compartment where she saw familiar faces. Amelia and Leo were sitting across from each other, Y/n gave a quick 'hello' but then gave a confused expression.
"Where's Raine and Link?" she asked, Amelia rolled her eyes at the mention of the two. "Pranking the first years with Fred and George. Same as always."
Leo scooted closer to the window and left more room for Y/n to sit down. "Judging by the sudden silence, I'm assuming their plan is already in place." Y/n tilted her head back and sighed. "Merlins, do I even want to know what they have planned this time around?"
Leo chuckled slightly as he shook his head,"Why spoil it?" Just as those words left his mouth Lorraine, Fred and George came running in the compartment abruptly. They had their hands on their knees and were out of breath. "I'm assuming something went wrong" Y/n remarked.
Fred was peeking his head around every now and until finally shutting the door.
"Yeah..about that we uh kind of got the wrong compartment" Lorraine said as she took a seat, bunched up next to Y/n as Fred and George stood and avoided the window to the compartment door.
"Wait-" Amelia started looking around, "Where's Link?" Fred, George and Lorraine suddenly looked at each other and back at the girl.
"He kind of decided to take his own road but he's fi-" before George could finish his sentence the compartment door opened. The three pranksters jumped but soon relaxed when they saw that it was only Link. "Merlin's beard, you scared us," Fred said.
"Sorry bout' that mate just had to wait for the coast to be clear before showing my face" Link responded, still taking heavy breaths. "Whose compartment did you get instead?" Amelia asked curiously.
"Draco's who was with Blaise and Theo. We ran before they could even leave their seats" Fred said, slightly laughing as he recalled the memory. "You should have seen their faces when the stink bombs went off" the four started to laugh.
"I swear one of these days, you're gonna get yourselves killed" Leo said as he shook his head.
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They arrive at Hogwarts and separate when getting to the Great Hall to go to their house tables. Amelia and Y/n sat together at the Slytherin table, Link sat with the Hufflepuffs and Lorraine and Leo sat at the Ravenclaw table. Dumbledore made the same speech he made every year. It was their fifth year, they had gotten used to the same boring words he fed them at the beginning of every year.
Eventually it was time to eat and the Great Hall grew with noise. Y/n sat and ate silently as Amelia spoke with another Slytherin. Y/n wasn't one for making conversation, half the time it felt forced. She kept a small friend group and that was it. Y/n was an anti-social butterfly as her friend called her.
Y/n poked around at her food but couldn't help but feel eyes on her. She looked up to see a Gryffindor girl staring at her, only for the girl to instantly avert her stare. Y/n felt heat rush to her cheeks from being stared at. The Slytherin stared back at her food as her mind kept trailing back to the girl.
Suddenly, Y/n felt a gentle nudge. "You alright?" Amelia asked the girl. Y/n only nodded and turned her head back at her food. Amelia looked at the girl skeptically but didn't want to push and left it at that.
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Amelia and Y/n made their way to the dungeons when Amelia spoke. "I know you're always spaced out and stuff but you seemed a bit more than usual. Everything okay?"
Y/n thought for a moment. "Yeah it's just..there was this girl who I caught staring and it just caught me off guard I guess." Amelia gave a little smirk which confused Y/n. "What?"
"I think I might know who you're talking about," Amelia replied. "And how is that?" Y/n asked curiously. "Just have a feeling it's the same girl who I've caught staring at you before" Amelia answered as she still held a small smirk.
"And who might that be?" Y/n asked, heat rushing to her cheeks. "Just some girl whom you’ve never spoken to but I have a feeling this year will be different. Considering this is the first time your clueless ass has noticed" Amelia remarked.
Y/n rolled her eyes at the girl's last comment, "Enough playing blue's clues, I'm exhausted." The two girls entered the Slytherin common room and made their way to the dorms.
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A/n: Hope you enjoyed that first chapter! Exams are still going on but I'll try to work on a chapter whenever I can
Remember to stay hydrated folks, happy pride and good luck to anybody else who still has exams going on!
#hermione fic#harry potter fanfiction#hermione granger#hermione x fem reader#hermione fanfiction#hermione x reader#hermione x you#hermione granger x reader#wanna be yours#emma watson x reader
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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day Two
Paul and Ringo cabaret duo au NOW!
Their collective bitter humor about the fan mag. I think George probably appreciates Paul getting into this sort of shit with him. Even if it is only on a surface-level. A reminder that the Beatles fame journey (something that's been hellish at times for George, enough to give him PTSD and other issues for the rest of his life) has not left Paul unscathed. That Paul actually does have feelings, however buried they may be.
Could even be that the appreciation comes out in the form of "I think your beard suits you. Man." Does the tacked-on 'man' mean a sort of "no homo" type qualifier? Or is it just an added endearment. I know we don't think of George as particularly inhibited, but it was the sixties. And of course Paul loves the compliment and has no idea what to do with it.
Can you all please thank Mal as he hands you your tea next time? Not that hard, guys.
Ringo's voice is so sexy. And I love how supportive Paul and George are of this very stupid song. If either of them had written it, they'd tear it to shreds, but it's Ringo, so we laugh along and enthuse about the sentiments behind the lyrics.
The communal bitching about EMI's treatment of them. As they should.
Oh goodness, it's the "Paul has an embarrassing crush" moment from that iconic post of @jeremy-hillary-boob He totally does and you should say it. "I never used to know what it meant". It's giving "girl pretends not to know how to hold her golf club so the hot guy will touch her".
I have a theory that some of their covers ~matter~ and "What do you want to make those eyes at me for?" Is the first one for me.
Okay this look right here that John is giving Paul? Not to, like, out myself as never having experienced pure love except from my own child or anything, but the only other place I've ever seen that look is on my one-year-old's face when I come get him from his nap. So ... "A lovely little baby, John was"
"If this boy dies, you're gonna cop it." Peak older brother behavior. He's joking, but he's also deadly serious.
In love with John trying to sing out of his range. He's trying so hard, you guys.
"Everybody had a hard year. 'well, I'm not sure, actually. Put [good year]." Same, John. Isn't it always that way? Hard. And good. He's such a genius lyricist. He just captures the human condition with such specificity.
Lol at Paul correcting John on the key of his own song (yeah, yeah, gimme some truth is secretly a colab but it's still a John song)
When they put a piano in front of Paul and John's instantly like "uh-oh, red-alert my beautiful boyfriend might not get captured perfectly from every angle" vs a year and a half later when he's bitching about Paul having too much screen-time in Let it Be. Well, you were part of the problem, babe.
I love George's way of teaching his songs. Whereas Paul was shouting key changes and counts between phrases, and John doesn't even bother to give any of that information, George is just softly singing "E, to F sharp minor. E to A." Beautiful. John and Paul, take notes.
Wonder if I'll get through a day without calling Paul a whore. Probably not.
John being instantly self-effacing after suggesting that genius little let's enhancement. "My mind can blow those clouds away" is actually much more original and thought-provoking, but John just makes fun of himself. Like. Just own it. You're John fucking Lennon!
The George/Paul convo (George talking, Paul hardly flinching) is so painful actually. Because from the outside, Paul's avoidance looks so condescending and unfeeling, but avoidance feels much more like 'Shit fuck shit dodge the fight, go around, don't react, don't engage, don't start something' and i really feel for both of them.
Let John do Help for gosh sakes!
"Not bad though. Good try, that. Johnny."
The part where Paul is looking just so exhausted, and he's actually letting it show, and then he sees the camera on him and hurries and tries to do a cheeky little Beatles head-shake and smile. But then he's really just too tired (and high) and he looks away and rubs his eyes. It was like watching an old circus bear. Those poor things.
And of course John's head snapping up like a little gopher when Paul says his name
#get back#the beatles#paul mccartney#ringo starr#george harrison#john lennon#mclennon#mal evans#Yes I will continue to just take pictures of my screen like an eighty year old woman#Yes I am sorry about the length. They're probably just going to be like that...
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Something There (Chapter 4)
7.6k words
Roy Kent x Reader
Warnings: Language, more enemies-to-lovers, some sexual references, Roy Kent starting to realize he's a pining fool
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As I sat at my desk, I stole a glance into the Greyhounds’ office. There was Roy, sitting at his own desk, arms crossed, staring up at the tits drawn by an eight-year-old child, although I could tell by his stony expression that he wasn’t really looking at the drawing. He was thinking.
It had been almost a week after the team retreat, and he still hadn’t really looked at me or talked to me, not since we sat on the floor of that little shed and talked about “fairy tale shit”. Part of me had thought that something was about to happen as we sat there, something I hadn’t realized I could even be interested in, but Roy had ruined whatever that was. After we left the shed, he avoided me in a way that made the prior weeks seem downright warm and friendly.
During the rest of the retreat, he’d pointedly leave the table when I sat down for meals, completely shut down in our small group unless directly spoken to by anyone that wasn’t me, and on the bus ride home, without Rebecca instructing us to sit with anyone in particular, he’d made a beeline for the Greyhounds’ bus and sat with Jamie Tartt, who I heard looked both surprised and pleased to have his coach next to him for two hours.
Being back at the Dog Track was just as bad. If I walked into a room, he found a reason to leave. When we passed each other in the hall or when rotating use of the pitch, his phone was suddenly incredibly interesting, even if all he was staring at was a black screen. And he was no longer running next to me in silence after work while Lust Conquers All played overhead; instead, I caught him pulling up to Nelson Road an extra hour before his usual arrival time to use the empty weight room.
But I didn’t care. Not at all. Nope, not me. Roy Kent could do whatever the fuck he wanted. It didn’t matter to me one bit.
I turned my gaze away from the Greyhounds’ office and refocused on the email I was writing, letting Keeley know that a local paper, The Richmond Star,wanted to do profiles on some of the Whippets and asking her what I could do to help.
“The Richmond Star?” Lucas hummed, hovering over my shoulder. “That wouldn’t happen to be the newspaper of one George Willows, would it?”
My cheeks suddenly felt warm. “It might be,” I answered coyly as I hit SEND on my email. I turned my chair around to face my assistant coach.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Interesting.”
“Why’s that so interesting?” I snorted, knowing exactly what he was about to say.
Indeed, his smile turned wicked. “Oh, just that I keep seeing that particular name light up your phone every five seconds. And your interview with him was supposed to only be about a half hour, but the two of you sat in here for like two hours.” He leaned forward. “And I heard a certain coach hates him.” His wide eyes told me that he was relishing sharing that bit of gossip.
“Beard? Nate?” I asked, playing dumb, as if I hadn’t watched Roy Kent confront George in the hall the day of that two-hour interview. “They’re too nice to hate anyone.”
Lucas shrugged, glancing through the window I’d been staring at earlier; Roy was typing now, hopefully completely out of earshot of this very childish conversation. “All I know is that if you go out with George Willows, you might be ruining your chances with Kent.”
My face was now on fire with annoyance. “Oh no, whatever will I do? The guy who hates me won’t want to go out with me if I go out with a nice guy?” I hissed as I turned back to my computer, opening a spam email so I could look anywhere but at Lucas or Roy Kent. “Besides, it’s not like George Willows has even asked me out. And as for Roy fucking Kent-”
I stopped talking when I saw him get out of his chair. As he exited his office through the locker room, his eyes shifted towards our office, landing on me. For a fraction of a second, I saw that look I’d seen in the shed in the woods, the one when I swore his gaze flickered to my lips. The soft expression was quickly replaced with an icy glare and matching scowl before he disappeared into the locker room, his gruff voice commanding his players to hurry out onto the pitch.
My point proven, I looked at Lucas. “Oh yeah. That man is dying to go out with me.”
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Roy stared at his phone with a deep frown. He hated having her phone number; more than once, when he was home alone with a drink in his hand, he found his thumb hovering over her name, tempted to text her or- even worse- call her. He wasn’t sure what the fuck he would even say, but he knew one of these days he was going to fuck up and hit that button.
Not that there was a single text between the two of them; they were, however, in a couple of group chats together. Right now, there was a new message for the two of them from Rebecca: Come to my office please.
Without a word, he showed the text to Beard, who simply nodded, immediately understanding that Roy wanted him to take charge for a bit. Wishing he had an excuse to avoid this meeting, maybe even meet with Rebecca one-on-one instead, Roy trudged back into the building and began to make his way to Rebecca’s office, grateful that he could at least walk alone.
Alone until he felt someone fall into step beside him. He didn’t need to turn his head to know it was her; and if he did, he didn’t know what he’d say. Unfortunately for Roy, she decided to fill the silence.
“We’re not in trouble, are we?” she asked, her voice almost light. “I mean, we haven’t even been in the same room long enough for us to argue.
Roy didn’t even give a grunt of acknowledgement. Instead, he picked up his pace ever so slightly, hoping she’d take the hint. Instead, she sped up as well, walking entirely too close for his comfort. When her shoulder bumped into his, he swore his whole arm felt like it was on fire.
Two incredibly long minutes later, they arrived at Rebecca’s office, where their boss sat at her desk, looking, for the first time, happy to see the two of them together.
“My managers!” she greeted, gesturing for the pair to sit down across from her. “For once, no one is in trouble,” she assured them with a wink, as if she knew what they were thinking. “The exact opposite, in fact.”
Roy tilted his head, relieved he could focus his attention on Rebecca. “Everything alright?”
Rebecca nodded enthusiastically. “Everything is great.” She turned to the other coach. “You feel ready for your first match?”
There was that cocky grin. “Oh absolutely. Next Saturday, we make history. The first of many Whippet victories.” Her voice was so confident, so sure. It managed to be simultaneously infuriating and attractive.
“That’s my girl,” Rebecca chirped with a wink. She turned to Roy. “And you fellas?”
Roy cleared his throat and sat up. “Yeah, feeling good. Got Crystal Palace here at home, should go in our favor.”
Rebecca nodded. “Excellent. Should be a good opening weekend all around.” She twiddled her thumbs, clearly wondering how to pivot to whatever she wanted to talk to them about. “I don’t want to add to your workload,” she started slowly, clearly intent on adding to their workload. “But at the retreat, I was watching your teams play that silly little game after their practice time. The one-on-one scrimmages?”
“Oh, that was great.” The American turned to Roy. “We should try that here sometime.”
Not wanting Rebecca to see him ignore his fellow manager, he nodded with a small grunt. Apparently enough of an answer to satisfy both women, since Rebecca went on.
“It was fabulous to watch. Really reminded me how much talent we have here, on both sides.” Her smile began to grow, green eyes sparkling. “So, I sent Keeley a video and we began chatting about how fun it was to see both teams together like that…” She shrugged. “And we’ve decided to have a little exhibition match.”
Roy leaned forward. “An exhibition match?” he repeated incredulously.
Rebecca nodded. “We’ll split each team and half and combine them so it’s a mix of Greyhounds and Whippets. You’ll each manage one of the teams.” She glanced at her computer. “You’ve both got a weekend off in five weeks, so that’s when it’ll be.” She was beaming, that same proud smile she’d worn when she first told the Greyhounds about the women’s team. “And Keeley thought we could make it a charity event. Half the proceeds to my foundation for underprivileged children, the other half to a charity of the winning manager’s choosing.” Her eyes shifted between the two gaffers. “So?”
Roy wasn’t surprised when the Whippet’s coach broke out into a grin. “I think that’s incredible,” she gushed. “It’ll be a great opportunity for the community to see us as one team.” She glanced at Roy. “What d’you think, Kent?”
Her asking for his thoughts was surprising. “I think it’s fine,” he blurted out. “I mean, good. Good idea, Rebecca.”
That was exactly what she was hoping to hear. “Excellent! I’ll have Keeley and Higgins get right on advertising and tickets and just-” Her smile looked like it hurt, it was so wide. “This’ll be fun. So fun.” She cleared her throat, composing herself. “Right. You two just have to worry about creating the teams and choosing your charity, then.”
“The Women’s Sports Foundation.” Roy had never heard someone answer so quickly.
Rebecca nodded. “Of course,” she chuckled. “Roy, just let me know when you’ve picked-”
“BMA Charities,” Roy blurted out. Rebecca blinked at him. “I mean, I’ll probably check in with Beard and Nate, but…” He shrugged. “I like ‘em.”
Next to him came the sound of someone clearing their throat. “BMA?”
Reluctantly, Roy turned his head, his eyes finding hers as if by magnetic force. “British Medical Association,” he clarified, pretending he didn’t feel like there was an elephant on his chest. “They do shit for doctors and med students.”
“Oh.”
Why did Roy want more than “Oh”? Why did it matter what she thought of his charity?
And why, once they were dismissed from Rebecca’s office and had walked down the hall to head back to their respective trainings, did Roy wish they could’ve walked together just a little bit longer?
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For nearly a week, my first Game Day outfit hung up in my bedroom. The entire week before was spent selecting each piece carefully. My most flattering jeans, Richmond-blue blouse, white blazer, and the white low-tops I’d bought especially for the occasion.
As I cuffed my jeans, I looked at myself in the mirror. Yes. Good. Professional, sporty, and- dare I say it?- pretty. My first few months in England had been a blur of soccer, soccer, and more soccer, which hadn’t left me any time for… extracurricular activities, as Lucas put it.
In fact, the closest I’d gotten to dating would have to be at the club when Roy Kent thought I was hitting on him. Yeuch. Maybe Lucas was right, maybe I should get on the apps or something.
I shook my head at my reflection with a groan. Seriously? The morning before my first game in England, and there I was thinking about dating? Good Lord, Gloria Steinem was going to revoke my feminist card if I didn’t focus.
Determined to keep my eye on the ball, so to speak, I finished getting ready, throwing my hair into a ponytail and saving my red lipstick for last. I had worn this bright red lipstick my first time coaching a professional game and had won 5-0; it had become my good luck charm after that. Never went to a game, or a press conference, or an interview without it.
“Look at you,” Lucas greeted when I opened my door, looking at me over the top of his sunglasses. “Soccer Coach Barbie.”
I gave a little twirl, laughing at my friend’s praise. “You feel like winning, Luke?”
We walked into Nelson Road with smiles on our faces and Whippet water bottles in our hands. There was an electric buzz in the halls, and I couldn’t help but notice the particularly bright smiles on the faces of the women who worked for A.F.C. and W.F.C. Richmond. The biggest smile was on Keeley’s face, which we saw as soon as we walked into our office.
“Big day!” Keeley squealed as she pulled me into a hug. “You excited?”
“Very,” I confirmed, giving her a squeeze before letting go.
Keeley stepped back and looked down at her phone. “So, we’ve got a bit of pomp and circumstance before the match. Introduce the team, and you, little speech from Rebecca.” She winked at me. “A few words from our fearless manager. Then we go out there and kick some ass!”
After Keeley’s little itinerary, the rest of the time before the match was a blur. Players strutted into the locker room, pride on their faces when they looked up and saw their names above their lockers- a change made to celebrate our first match. After today, they’d be changed to reflect both players who used the locker, but today the Greyhounds insisted on letting the Whippets have their moment to shine.
Lucas and I spent some time in our office, reviewing our starting lineup and plays we wanted to keep in our back pockets. I did my best to ignore the goosebumps that formed every time I looked at the clock and saw the time inch closer to game time, but I found myself beginning to bounce on my toes.
I almost confused the buzzing of my body for the buzzing from my phone.
My office please.
Normally, Rebecca’s texts made my heart freeze, but not today. Today was a good day. The best day. I practically skipped to her office, feeling weirdly aware of the feeling of my sneakers hitting the ground. My eyes travelled over the photos of the Greyhounds’ history, of the men- coaches, players, owners- who made A.F.C. Richmond what it was. And it dawned on me that we would someday be on that wall- me, Rebecca, Keeley, Lucas, the magnificent women who were now changing into their Whippets kits for the first time.
By the time I reached Rebecca’s door, tears were threatening to fall.
“You wanted to see me?”
It was the millionth smile I’d seen that morning, but it was easily my favorite. Rebecca looked as if she was about to explode at the sight of me, looking glamorous as ever in her dress and coat- a coat that I noticed bore a little W.F.C. Richmond pin.
“Are you ready?” came her whispered question as she approached me.
“More than ready,” I assured her, a tingle going through my whole body as she took my hands in hers.
She gave my hands a squeeze. “I just… needed to say thank you,” she said. “Thank you for taking such good care of this…” She blinked a few times, her eyes shiny with tears. “I feel as if my child is going for her first day of school, I’m just so proud. I love the Greyhounds, but this is the very first thing that has ever been mine. All mine.” She shook her head. “And I am so happy that you are our manager.”
“Oh, Rebecca-”
Rebecca released my hands in favor of pulling me into a hug. “We’re going to win,” she hummed. “We’re going to win the whole fucking thing.”
I carried Rebecca’s words with me back through the building as I returned to the locker room, where my team would be waiting for one more pep talk. People nodded and waved to me in the hall, each moment of acknowledgement adding just a bit more weight to my shoulders.
“Oi.”
Just outside the locker room, I turned around. Roy Kent was a few paces behind me, hands in the pockets of his Greyhounds jacket. He gave a nod as he walked up to me.
“Good luck out there.”
It was probably the kindest thing he’d said to me since we’d met. Maybe the second kindest, after our moment in the shed.
“Thanks,” I stammered out. “You getting ready for your match already or something?”
To my surprise, he shook his head. “Here for your match. Rebecca asked us to come, show solidarity or some shit.” He shrugged. “So, I just thought I’d wish you luck.” He paused, glancing at the wall beside us, one that held a photo of him in a Greyhounds kit, running on the pitch. “It’s kind of scary,” he mumbled. “Your first match as a manager.”
“I’ve managed a team before,” I reminded him, giving a little cough into my closed fist. “But, you know, new country and all. Still scary as hell.”
“Right. Right.” He gazed at me for a moment, his eyes locked onto mine. I wondered if the shiver I felt was from the air conditioning or the intensity of his stare. “Well. Go get ‘em. Or whatever.” With a small grunt, he turned and walked away. Before I went into the locker room, I turned to look at him again. At that same moment, he turned his head and glanced back at me. As soon as our eyes met, he whipped back around and picked up his pace.
Weird.
But I couldn’t focus on that. My concentration needed to be entirely on the game.
“Alright Whippets!” I called as I entered the locker room. “Are we ready?”
I had rehearsed this speech for weeks. In bed before I fell asleep, in front of the mirror as I brushed my hair, in the shower while I avoided getting shampoo in my mouth, even to Lucas on a couple of occasions. And now I stood in front of twenty-seven talented women, ready to hear it.
“Alright, here it is,” I started. “Our moment. You are the first women to call yourselves Whippets. Wear it proudly.” I took a deep breath. “Never forget why you’re here. Never forget that feeling you had the moment you fell in love with this sport, when you knew that nothing else would make you as happy as being out there on that field.” I saw some wistful smiles appear. My own mind wandered to that afternoon my grandfather had taken me out to the backyard, the afternoon I knew I wanted to play soccer forever. “Remember that little girl who fell in love with the feeling of the ball at her feet. And go out there and play for her. Because today, we’re going to help the little girls of Richmond fall in love too.” I stretched out my arm, watching my players follow suit until all of our hands were in the center of the locker room. “Let’s go show them how the Whippets do it.”
There were cheers of agreement as a lump formed in my throat. I nodded to Kira Malone. “Captain?”
“Whippets on three, Whippets on three! One, two, three!”
“Whippets!”
~
Roy sat in the owner’s box next to Keeley, fiddling with the case on his phone, needing to do something with the burst of energy he felt. It only grew when the Whippets were introduced and took their places lined up on the field, bouncing with excitement as their names were called. Roy, of course, clapped along with the rest of the crowd, determined to be supportive with everyone in the box watching him.
“And the manager of your W.F.C. Richmond Whippets-”
A buzzing began in Roy’s ears. He watched as she took her place beside her team, the smile on her face evident even from where he sat. She looked gorgeous. Strong, joyful, confident. The sight set his whole body aflame.
He tried to focus on Rebecca’s speech, he really did. He knew this was a big moment for his friend. But fuck, all his eyes wanted to look at was her. And, once Rebecca handed over the microphone, he didn’t have much of a choice.
“Hello Richmond!” she began, eliciting cheers from the crowd- a sold-out crowd, much to Keeley and Rebecca’s relief and excitement. “Thank you for making history with us today. We are so proud to be your W.F.C. Richmond Whippets.” She smiled, soaking up the roars that naturally followed the team’s name. “We just want to say thank you to our dear Rebecca Welton and Keeley Jones, our incredible foundresses.” She wrapped her arm around Rebecca. “They are truly the heart of this team. We’d also like to give a giant thank you to your Greyhounds.” Thunderous applause. “Coach Kent and the team have been great housemates and have helped us to really feel at home here at the Dog Track. Thank you, boys!”
Keeley nudged Roy, whose face was on fire at the sound of his name. “She’s a fucking natural, isn’t she?” Keeley gushed. “And doesn’t she look stunning?”
Roy grunted. He was having a hard time hearing anything but her speech. “And we want to take a moment to say thank you to all the parents that brought their daughters here today. They are why we’re out here.” She turned to her team, who were watching her with admiration on their faces. “Whippets, are you ready to show them what it means to play like a girl?”
The stadium was deafening as she handed over the microphone to someone before smiling for photos beside her team. He sat quietly through the rest of the opening ceremonies before the match began. He hadn’t realized it before, but the owner’s box had a perfect view of the dugout; he spent half the game with his eyes glued there, watching her shout to her team, pacing back and forth, effortlessly cool in her blazer and sneakers. He bit back a groan when her blazer came off, revealing perfectly tanned shoulders, kissed from all the time the former athlete had spent in the sun. He wondered what those arms would feel like wrapped around- fuck.
Roy Kent really needed to get ahold of himself.
“You alright, Roy?” Keeley looked at him with genuine concern. “Your face is all… blotchy and red. Are you having a fucking heart attack or something?”
Rebecca, who’d taken her seat just before the match began, leaned around Keeley, her eyes still half-glued to the pitch. “Roy’s having a heart attack?”
Roy rolled his eyes and slouched in his surprisingly comfortable seat. “’m not having a fucking heart attack,” he grumbled.
From in front of him, Coach Beard grunted. “Oh, your heart’s doing something, alright.”
“Fuck off,” Roy growled, forcing his eyes to return to the pitch, hating the way he couldn’t help looking at the dugout every few seconds.
“What’s this?” Keeley leaned forward with more interest than Roy knew what to do with. She studied him carefully, taking in the sight of his red cheeks and shifty eyes. “Oh! You’ve got a crush, haven’t you?”
“Fuck off,” Roy repeated, sagging down further.
Instead of doing as she was told, Keeley began surveying the pitch carefully. “Hmm. Wonder who it could be… Amanda Camacho’s quite pretty… Samara Scott’s fit…” She stopped turning her eyes carefully to Roy, who was staring straight ahead, refusing to let his eyes land anywhere incriminating. “Unless…”
“Unless?” Rebecca repeated; the woman should have been holding popcorn in her hands, she was so invested.
“It’s not a player, is it, Roy?” Keeley leered at Roy. “Maybe it’s a coach?” She nudged him. “And I don’t think Lucas is quite your type.”
Roy knew his bright red ears were a dead giveaway, but if he couldn’t admit it to himself, he sure as hell wasn’t admitting anything to Keeley Jones, ogling at him with those fucking eyes of hers. “Keeley, I’m getting real fucking annoyed,” he warned her. “I was basically ordered to come to this game, I’ve got my own season opener tonight, so I don’t need you acting like we’re fucking thirteen making up imaginary crushes and shit, alright?”
Keeley’s squeaky little hmmph told him that while she wouldn’t keep pushing him right now, this conversation was far from over.
~
The shriek of the whistle had me throwing my arms around Lucas and squeezing him tight. A 3-1 win was a pretty great way to announce W.F.C. Richmond’s arrival to the league. A blur of hugs and handshakes eventually carried me inside, where I passed a few players starting to do short interviews, their faces glowing with sweat and pride.
“Any chance The Richmond Star could get an exclusive with the winning manager?” George Willows smiled at me, one of those charming move-star smiles, the kind that a girl couldn’t help but feel grateful to receive.
“You could always show up for the press conference,” I teased, gesturing down the hall. “I promise to call on you for a question. Bet I could even get you a front-row seat.”
His smile turned awkward. “Oh, I’m not allowed in there,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head in an attractively self-effacing way. “Your Greyhound counterpart got me completely banned from the Richmond press room.” He leaned in close, as if sharing a deep, dark secret. “He once threw a chair at me during a press conference. Since then, I’m not allowed to cover the Greyhounds or go in the press room.”
My mouth fell open at this piece of information. “That’s insane,” I hissed. “He throws a chair, and you get banned?”
George shrugged, clearly used to it. “Can’t exactly ban a manager from his own press room, eh?”
“Well, if you stick around,” I started slowly, stretching out my flirting muscles that were dreadfully underused, “I can fill you in on whatever you miss. Give you that exclusive.”
“Oi.”
Of course. Of course the moment I flirted with a guy, Roy Kent was there to interrupt, with his stupid beard and deep frown and eyes that lingered a moment too long on my face. “What?” I groaned, knowing I sounded like a petulant teenager caught kissing a boy on her front porch.
His frown deepened; if he was any other man, I’d marvel at how it did nothing to take away from his handsomeness. “Keeley’s asking for you. Says they’re ready for you in the press room.” His eyes narrowed in George’s direction. “Same rules, apply, Willows. Stay the fuck out.”
I offered George an apologetic smile. “Think we could stake a raincheck on that exclusive?”
“I’ll text you,” he promised with a wink.
There was a definite blush on my face as I turned to follow Roy to the press room. “Surprised you stuck around,” I mused as we fell into step together. “Thought you’d be long gone by now, get some rest before your game.”
“Wanted to offer my congratulations,” he mumbled. “To Rebecca,” he quickly added. “And the team. And Lucas.” His eyes flashed to my face for a brief moment. “And you.”
“Well, thanks,” I huffed as we arrived at the press room. “Meant a lot having you fellas here.” I kicked the ground, making a mental note to clean my shoes when I got home. “Hope you all win your game tonight,” I added as we stopped in front of the press room.
“Will you be there?”
Those were the last words I expected to come out of Roy Kent’s mouth. It reminded me of when my high school crush invited me to his baseball game, right down to the fidgeting and the question marks in Roy’s eyes.
Ignoring the way it made me feel, I nodded. “Uh, yeah, yeah I’ll come.” Rebecca had offered me a ticket, but said she understood if I wanted to be out celebrating. But if the Greyhounds came to my game, I should definitely go to theirs. Right? “Better get in there.” I jerked my head towards the closed press room door.
Roy shrugged, his eyes almost playful. “They’ll wait for you.”
I let out a small chuckle, unable to believe that we were having a civil conversation. “I’ll see you later, Kent.”
“See you, Coach.”
~
Sundays were for Phoebe. Roy would pick her up and take her to breakfast, letting her gorge herself on chocolate chip pancakes, then let her pick something to do together. Sometimes it was going to some Disney movie at the theatre, sometimes a museum, sometimes a trip to the toy shop, once in a while a beach excursion. Today, she simply wanted to go to the park for a picnic.
Of course, Roy obliged his niece. He packed up some sandwiches and snacks, rolled out a blanket, and brought a football and some cones. He might spoil the girl, but he was still her coach. Once they’d devoured their lunch and sat around for a bit, he pulled her to her feet and began kicking around the ball with her.
Being eight years old, her aim wasn’t always perfect. So, Roy really shouldn’t have been too surprised when she gave a wonky kick that sent the ball flying out of their play area.
“You kicked it, you get it!” Roy called, nodding in the direction the ball flew in.
Phoebe obediently jogged off, always eager to do what her uncle asked. Roy perked up when he heard her little voice, high-pitched with excitement.
“Oh! Do you play for the Whippets? My uncle Roy coaches the Greyhounds!”
He turned around and saw, to his great astonishment, Phoebe gazing up at a familiar pretty face.
The eyes Roy kept telling himself not to think about snapped up in his direction before looking back at Phoebe. “Um, yeah, I know your uncle Roy. I actually coach the Whippets.” She rolled the ball between her hands.
Roy walked over, watching Phoebe’s face light up. She gasped with joy. “You’re Coach Buck! My mum told me about you. You have an Olympic Gold Medal!”
That fucking medal.
She gave an awkward little laugh and tossed the ball back to Phoebe. “That would be me. Do you play…” She offered Roy a small smirk before looking back at Phoebe. “… football?”
“I do! My uncle Roy coaches my team at school. He’s very good.”
“I’m sure he is.”
Feeling his face warm at the praise, Roy tapped Phoebe on the shoulder. “Oi, Pheebs, why don’t you go set up the cones? Do some dribbling?”
Phoebe stuck her little hand out, her politeness reminding Roy of how mature she was becoming. “I’m Phoebe, by the way. It was nice to meet you, Coach Buck.”
“Very nice to meet you too, Phoebe.” She shook the girl’s hand firmly. “We’ll have to get you and your mum out to a Whippets’ game sometime, alright?” The wink she gave Phoebe had Roy holding his breath.
“Yes!”
Roy cleared his throat. “Pheebs, the cones?”
Phoebe scurried off to do as she was told. Both adults watched her for a moment before turning back to each other, exchanging awkward half-smiles.
“You coach her school team?”
Roy shrugged. “They’re good girls. Decent players, too. And they listen a hell of a lot better than the pricks at Richmond.”
She nodded, studying Roy carefully. “So, you don’t hate women’s soccer. It’s just me.”
“I don’t hate you.” She shot him a skeptical look that he couldn’t help chuckling at. “Alright fine, I fucking hate you.”
Her laugh would echo through his head for the rest of the afternoon. “Don’t worry, I hate you too.”
They both stood there, grinning and hating each other, both kind of wishing literally anyone from Nelson Road was there to witness their civility. Hell, someone might even mistake it for friendliness. Some idiots might go so far as to get it mixed up with flirting.
“So that’s your niece.”
“That’s my niece,” Roy confirmed, following her gaze to Phoebe, who had finished setting up the cones the way he’d taught her and was starting to dribble between then.
“The one that draws the…”
Roy chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, the one that draws the…” He mirrored the way she trailed off.
Her smile grew soft as she watched Phoebe. “She’s cute.”
“She’s a fucking idiot,” Roy scoffed. “But she’s my fucking idiot, I guess.”
A small hmmph escaped her lips as she tilted her head thoughtfully. “You know, for the exhibition game, Keeley and I were talking about having kids escort the players out to the field. Thought it’d be nice to have it evenly split, boys and girls.”
“Because we don’t have enough girls walking out with the Greyhounds?” His defensiveness was almost a reflex at this point. “Because honestly, we do our best, we just get a lot more boys interested, alright?”
For once, she didn’t take the bait for an argument. “Actually, I was wondering if Picasso there would be interested in being one of our kids.”
Roy blinked, feeling like an idiot for his reaction. “Oh. Yeah, I think she’d like that. Just need to ask my sister.”
“She can even hang out in the dugout during the game.” Her voice was light, friendly. “Let her see a woman coaching a team. It’s important for girls to see that kind of thing, you know? Why d’you think I keep Brandi in my office? Even if your niece isn’t interested in soccer as a career, any little girl would benefit from seeing women doing ‘men’s work’.”
“Yeah. Yeah, that would be nice, thanks.” Roy paused, kicking a rock with the toe of his sneaker. “My sister’s a doctor, by the way.”
“Oh.” She looked directly at Roy now, thoughtfulness coloring her expression. “She’s why you picked your charity. The med student one.”
Roy nodded. “Exactly.” He hesitated but decided to continue. “She’s a single mum. Things aren’t always easy. She’s stubborn as hell and refuses my help outside of babysitting. She’s, er, had to rely on BMA for help once or twice.” He stared at her for a moment. “I get the strong, independent woman thing. I respect it.”
He didn’t think he’d ever get used to the sight of her soft smile. “You must be proud of her.”
“I am,” Roy confirmed. “And of Pheobe too. She’s a strong kid.”
There was a comfortable silence as they watched Phoebe continue her drill, her blonde hair flying in her face, not deterring her tiny focus. Roy found that he really liked the way Coach Buck looked at his niece; there was a fondness there that made his chest feel warmer than it had in a long time.
“She’s why I love my job,” she finally murmured. “Girls like her. I was so lucky to grow up with heroes that made me believe that seeing my name on the back of a jersey and being an Olympian was something I could realistically aspire to. And all I wanted was to be the same for other little girls. My dream was that someday, some little girl would have my poster on her wall.”
Roy knew that feeling. “Be her Brandi Chastain,” he murmured before he had the chance to even think.
She looked surprised, almost impressed, her mouth forming a perfect O when she realized he’d remembered that name. The grin that grew on her lips was slow and gorgeous. “Be her Brandi Chastain,” she repeated softly.
Roy thought they’d get to share another moment of just looking at each other, wondering how else to fill the silence, when her eyes suddenly widened. She whipped out her phone and took a look at it.
“Shit,” she hissed. “I’m late.”
“Late?”
Her eyes suddenly became shifty as she avoided Roy’s gaze. “Got an interview about yesterday’s match,” she murmured.
George fucking Willows. “Oh. Right.” Roy cleared his throat, retreating back into himself. “Better get going, then.”
“I’ll see you at work tomorrow?” She took a step backwards, away from Roy, away from their conversation and whatever moment they were having.
Roy knew he was offering up a grimace rather than a grin. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”
~
The next few weeks were… peaceful. Probably the most peaceful I’d had since starting at Richmond. I wouldn’t say Roy Kent was friendly to me, but we weren’t screaming at each other, and he wasn’t pointedly ignoring me the way he had after the retreat either. He was even running silently on the treadmill next to me again. We were finally just coexisting. And I kind of liked it.
“How’s this?”
A paper was shoved in front of me on my desk, interrupting the email I was writing. I looked up and saw Roy looking at me expectantly. When I looked down, I realized it was a pair of rosters, with our teams divided up and combined.
“Oh.” I blinked. “You picked the teams already?”
“Had Isaac and Kira do it,” he corrected me. “Wanted to see what the captains thought before we did it ourselves.” He shrugged. “Did a fucking good job in my opinion. I’m okay with their picks if you are.”
I took a moment to read through the rosters; he was right. “Well, it saves us the work,” I chuckled, handing the paper back to Roy. “They’re split evenly enough to make things fair. My team’s still going to kick your ass though,” I teased.
He raised one of those thick eyebrows at me. “Care to make a wager?” he challenged.
“I mean, there’s already the whole thing with our charities,” I reminded him, twirling the pen in my hands between my fingers. “But what’d you have in mind?”
He thought for a moment. “Winner gets to pick someone for the loser to dance with at the gala.”
Rebecca’s charity gala. It was just a few weeks away, and already it was all everyone could talk about. Both teams were buzzing with gossip about outfits and dates; a couple of Greyhounds had even asked a couple of Whippets to attend with them, much to everyone’s amusement and nerves. My favorite rumor I’d heard was that one of my goalkeepers was bringing Timothee Chalamet as her date.
“Fine.” I stuck out my hand to Roy. “It’s a bet.”
His eyes froze on my hand for a moment before he took it, giving it a firm shake. “Right,” he muttered, letting go quickly. “Got to head to the pitch. Just wanted to run the teams by you.” He gave an awkward little salute. “See you around.”
He was gone before I could even say “see you”.
The morning of the exhibition game, I found myself leaning back in my chair and staring up at Brandi Chastain, thinking about how crazy it was that I, an American who had won the World Cup and had an Olympic Gold Medal, was in England, the head coach of a professional women’s team. And it was because of Brandi Chastain, and Mia Hamm, and Kristine Lilly, and so many other names that were etched into my very soul. I wondered if somewhere out there was a little girl who felt the same about me.
“Hi, Coach Buck!”
I turned around and felt my mouth immediately turn into a grin. “Well, hello, Phoebe.” The woman behind her was looking at me with interest as I shot out of my chair and strolled over. “You must be her mom.” I stuck my hand out. “I’m-”
“Oh, I know exactly who you are,” she said with a laugh, shaking my hand warmly. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Oh.” My eyes flickered to Roy, who had appeared behind the duo.
His sister cleared her throat. “You know, from the news. Seen you on the telly, read a few articles, saw a couple of TikToks.”
I forced a smile, scolding myself for thinking Roy Kent talked about me at home. “Oh, wow, I’m on TikTok? Biggest accomplishment of my life right there.” I turned to Phoebe, who was wearing a Whippets jersey. “I hear you’re joining me on the pitch today.”
Phoebe nodded enthusiastically. “Uncle Roy said I get to hang out with you the whole game.”
“That’s right,” I confirmed. “Here, you can hang onto this for me.” I grabbed my clipboard from my desk and handed it to her. “It’s got my lineup and notes. Very important. Think you can manage?”
“Yes!”
I reached out and ruffled her hair. “Excellent. Just don’t let your uncle Roy see it, alright?” I shot her a wink before I turned back to the adults. “Your brother got you good seats, I hope?” I teased Roy’s sister.
“Owner’s box, believe it or not.” She raised her eyebrows. “In fact, I’m heading up there now to take advantage of the free booze and snacks.” She turned to Roy. “Can I leave Phee with you?” When her brother grunted and shrugged, she knelt down and began to say goodbye to Phoebe, offering last-minute reminders about behavior and listening to adults.
As mother and daughter spoke, I took a step closer to Roy. “Ready to lose?”
He snorted, an almost friendly sound. “Nope. Yourself?”
“Nope.”
By the time we were on the pitch, Phoebe was my new little best friend. She proudly stood by my side as we lined up, with Rebecca reminding the crowd that each team was playing for charity- my team for the Women’s Sports Foundation, Roy’s for BMA Charities. He and I exchanged curt nods as we turned to our dugouts, all business as the match got underway.
Phoebe clutched my clipboard to her chest and stuck to my side the entire match. I had expected her to want to sit and relax at some point, but instead she was my second shadow, mimicking the way I paced, watching me even more than the game. It was the most flattered I’d ever felt in my life.
I snuck a few glances over to the other dugout, amused at the opportunity to watch Roy Kent coach up close and in person. He was loud- unsurprisingly- and passionate. What was a bit more surprising was the compassion he carried, the way he shouted support to his players (and mine) throughout the game.
And his Greyhounds parka looked pretty good on him.
Shaking my head as I caught myself staring for the umpteenth time, I turned my attention back to the game, feeling thankful to have Jamie Tartt on my team. He’d scored two goals already, and we were all tied up. No one had brought up the idea of what to do in the case of a draw, but I didn’t want to think about that; I wanted the win. And, with less than two minutes left in stoppage time, Kira passed the ball to Jamie, who breezed by one of the Greyhound defenders to come face to face with one of my goalkeepers.
“Let’s go Jamie!” I heard Lucas shout beside me.
When the ball hit the back of the net, I threw my arms in the air. We were close, so close to the end of the game. After the kickoff, there were only a few touches before the referee blew her whistle.
“Yes!” I yelled, bumping fists and hips with Lucas. I turned and high-fived Phoebe. “Great job, Coach Pheebs.”
She beamed at me. “Thank you! That was so much fun!”
Both teams lined up on the field, exchanging hugs and high-fives as we all waited for Rebecca to come onto the pitch to announce the donation. She was absolutely glowing as she stood on the field, flanked by Roy and myself.
“What a game!” she began. “Thank you to our players for giving it their all, and of course our wonderful managers for leading these impressive teams.”
Roy stepped out in front of Rebecca and offered his hand. Shooting him a grin, I reached out and shook it firmly, keenly aware of the shuttering of cameras going off the moment our hands touched.
Rebecca went on. “Thank you all for joining us today. The proceeds from our tickets, as well as the generous donations from our sponsors and so many of you, will be going to two wonderful charities. The first is the Welton Foundation, which benefits underprivileged children in our community. The second-”
Without thinking about what I was about to do, I tapped Rebecca’s shoulder. She shot me a confused look but leaned in close. “I’d like to share it.”
“What?”
My eyes shot to Roy, who was staring at me with perplexed eyes. “The money. Split it between the Sports Foundation and BMA.”
Rebecca’s face turned soft. “Lovely,” she murmured, giving me a proud nod of approval. She returned to the microphone. “We have a slight change of plan. Our winning team has chosen to split their donation. So, all the proceeds from today’s match will go to the Welton Foundation, the Women’s Sports Foundation, and BMA charities.”
Roy Kent broke out into a full, true smile as he looked at me. “Thank you,” he mouthed.
All I could do was shrug in response, ignoring the heat on my cheeks when I saw the way his eyes lingered on me long after the cheering had died down. When I did finally turn away, Lucas was giving me his smarmiest grin.
“Oh, shut up,” I hissed as we made our way back towards the locker rooms, ignoring the now-familiar feeling that someone was staring at me.
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What the Bachelor/ettes Would Dress Up as for Halloween
Here’s a short one for today. Happy Halloween, everyone!
No cut because it's relatively short. Mentions of fake blood. Enjoy <3
Sam
Used a werewolf costume but is supposed to be the Big Bad Wolf
Probably cut up one of his flannels for the costume
Jodi is very upset about that, it was a nice flannel!
Has a full wolf mask that opens when he talks
Vincent screamed bloody murder when Sam came out of his bedroom
Apparently Sam was unaware that Vincent has a phobia of werewolves
The More You Know™
He felt a little bit bad about that, but thankfully was able to calm down his little brother eventually
Seb
A wizard Rasmodius is amused
Probably was going to wear it for a cosplay to comic-con years ago but ended up not being able to go
He’s got a full gray beard, with long billowing robes and everything
Probably has a scepter that he made himself out of paper mache and clay
Definitely wears a wizard hat, too
But the robes are so long that he almost lands on his face multiple times throughout the night
Eventually he resorts to holding up the ends of his robes like a princess
Abigail and Sam cannot stop laughing
Alex
Dressed up as Ken
Didn’t want to bleach his hair blonde, but the spirit is there!
Probably has a pink neck tie and a pink button up polo
Takes his role very seriously
Probably learned the choreo for “I’m Just Ken”
Also got Dusty a glittery pink collar for the occasion
Calls literally every woman in town “Barbie” for the whole night
George is weird about it, but Evelyn is having a blast lmao
Elliott
Dressed up as Mark Twain
He carries around a fake raven skull for the bit
Waxes poetic about death and mortality
Probably quotes a few of Twain’s books but only the very obscure bits that only another “Twain connoisseur” would recognize
Leah tries to comfort him as best she can when no one recognizes him
Even though no one recognizes her either
Shane
A mummy
Wrapped himself in toilet paper and called it a day lmfao
Jas makes a stink about not matching with him though
She has a gorgeous fairy dress and was going to wear her bunny-jewel slippers
Marnie was going to put glitter in her hair and everything
But nope
Uncle Shane was going as a mummy, and so she wanted to be a mummy
It’s the cutest thing in the world
Shane is cheesing the whole night, and the rest of the town is terribly endeared by the two of them
Marnie doesn’t even mind the money spent on Jas’ original costume
They look too happy to be upset about it, anyway
Harvey
Dressed up as a homicidal/mad doctor
He’s not terribly creative, and he’s already got all of the costume pieces anyway
Everyone asks him why he didn’t dress up
He is very perturbed by that
Of course he dressed up! Don’t you see the fake blood on his coat?
What about the wild hair and the dark circles??
No? Seriously?
Maru
A robot!
Goes all-the-fuck-out
Has fully functioning extra limbs, probably a voice manipulator as well
Spent months on her physical costume, and Penny helped her with the make-up on the day of
Bought colored contacts that make her eyes look mechanical
Probably also built a candy dispenser into the suit so when Jas and Vincent run around getting candy from all of the villagers, she just presses a button on her wrist band and her stomach opens up to reveal a bowl of candy
The kids love her
Penny
She dressed up as Red Riding Hood, but with a twist!
She’s also a wolf!
Her and Sam are doing a duo costume
So she’s got the little dress and the hood, but the edges are tattered and she’s got insane costume makeup on
No wolf mask for her, unfortunately, but the effort she put into every other aspect of it makes up for it
Is horrified to find that Vincent is terrified of her
She probably feels bad about it for a few weeks after that and vows never to touch a wolf costume ever again
Abigail
Abigail dressed up as a skeleton
Got a few black clothes and drew an anatomically correct skeleton on them with bleach and paintbrushes
It’s wildly impressive
The sweatshirt she used will 100% be worn again, even when it isn’t Halloween
Got a face paint palette and made her face look like an actual skull
Probably pinned her hair back under a black wig cap or something to keep it cohesive
When she shows up for the festival, no one actually knows it’s her because she’s covered head-to-toe
Also has full-eye contacts that make her scleras black
Confuses the hell out of the skeletons Marlon has in those old cages, also confuses Marlon for like half a second before he realizes that it’s a costume
Haley
Barbie. Obviously.
Her and Alex are also doing a duo costume!
Has her hair in a high ponytail
Everything is glittery, sparkly, and pink, pink, pink
Did her nails even pinker and sparklier
Probably has a little purse with a stuffed chihuahua in it
Abandons that idea when she sees Dusty, though
He looks so handsome with his pink collar, you know?
She posts pictures of their costumes on her socials after the night is over
Leah
Dressed up as Leonardo Da Vinci
Everyone thinks she’s just some old French Noble or something
Which breaks her heart
And not just because Leonardo was Italian
Oh, except for Haley!
Haley knows who she is right off the bat, and compliments her costume very genuinely
Leah feels a little better after that, until she has to run away and comfort Elliott
“I’ve got a raven skull and everything!” / “I know, I know.”
Someone save her lmfao
Emily
Made her whole costume from scratch
She’s a strawberry fairy!
She makes a gorgeous pink tulle dress with embroidered strawberries and fairy wings sewn to the back of it
And she made a headband with some poseable wiring and green cloth to look like strawberry leaves
Her shoes are some chunky pink mary jane “flats”
Also probably made strawberry charms to clip onto the straps
Has a basket full of strawberry candies that she passes out to everyone
Haley helped her do her makeup, and she’s got painted freckles on her cheeks to look like seeds
Altogether she’s the cutest fucking thing anyone has ever seen
#stardew valley#sdv#sdv headcanons#stardew headcanons#halloween#emily#leah#haley#abigail#penny#maru#harvey#shane#elliott#alex#sebby#sammy#happy halloween#not a request this time!#I just wanted to do something themed for the holiday#enjoy#lmk what you think they'd wear#only if you want of course
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Thinking about Fred and George’s reaction to overhearing someone from Hufflepuff quidditch team talking about Y/N and just the boys jealous reactions they would have hearing someone talk about their girl like that……and then that causing them to play extra hard and rough during the game and when they get off the pitch the poor reader is confused and innocent, but they just want to make sure she knows that she is theirs and only for them and img I can’t pls feel free to use this idea I need it
Here you go! ☺️
A cool February breeze brushes your shoulders as you climb the stands that surround the quidditch field. It was the first time since last year that you’ve been to a game. The Triwizard Tournament did take over all of the school events, but that didn’t stop the house teams from wanting to play against each other. After a discussion with Dumbledore, he gave the OK for there to be unofficial matches that anyone could attend.
You wrap your wooly black and gold scarf around your neck tightly and lean over the edge to try and catch a glimpse of the teams. It was Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor, which means you finally get to witness the Weasley brothers back in action. Slowly the crowd trickles in around you, murmurs of conversations that are immediately pushed to the back of your mind as you scan the field.
Your heart leaps to your throat as the pair of fiery haired twins come into sight. They were chatting with the other Gryffindor players with big smiles across their faces. The Hufflepuffs follow behind Cedric, who you are surprised to see. You had expected him to opt out, considering all that the Tournament put him through thus far. Yet he looks in high spirits, as always, with his head held high and strutting forward.
They pause at the edge of the field, their brooms in hand and standing proud.
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“Are you sure he won’t show?” Angelina Johnson asks Fred for the third time today.
“I’m sure,” he responds hastily.
They can hear the low murmur of the crowd from above as they reach the edge of the field. Clear skies with a slight breeze - a perfect day for quidditch, even if Harry didn’t want to join.
After the brothers hounded him for hours over the past week, they finally gave in once Hermoine lectured them. They knew he had his hands full with the tournament, but so did Cedric Diggory and he decided to play. He was their best chance at getting the snitch, and having Katie Bell replace him was not exactly increasing that percentage.
Angelina sighs and rubs her creased forehead. “I just thought he’d have a change of heart.”
“We tried to wear him down,” Fred says with a shrug. “Asked him about a million times.”
“Maybe even a million and one times,” George adds, then nudges his brother’s shoulder with his.
Once making eye contact, George gestures to the stands with a quick nod. Fred follows his gaze and catches a glimpse of you leaning over the stone barrier. A mixture of excitement and happiness swells in their chest as they both look at you. Your hair and scarf blowing in the wind, your arms tight against your torso. You never liked the cold, yet here you were, out to support them both. It meant more than they could ever say.
A few of the Hufflepuff players began snickering. Anthony Rickett and Michael McManus hold their brooms out, slowly rubbing the tips of them suggestively. “What I wouldn’t give to -,” the rest of the words were washed away as the crowd gave an encouraging cheer.
“Merlin’s beard, I’d give my last Galleon,” Michael laughs.
This was a background noise for the brothers, until the keyword of ‘Y/N’ is said. Both of their heads turn in automatic unison towards the conversation.
“As if you even have a Galleon,” Rickett retorts and shoots another hungry look your way. “I bet you Y/N would pay me after I’d have my way with her.”
Fred and George are both scowling, looking directly at the boys who continue laughing amongst themselves.
“She wouldn’t even look at you,” Michael taunts and swishes his hair from his forehead. “I bet you my last Knut that I could easily have her before you.”
Fred clenches his jaw, George mirrors him with closed fists. The rush of anger was beginning to rush through their veins the longer they eavesdropped. The excitement and happiness they felt just moments ago was melting away and being replaced by something else - something that made them want to run forward and smash Michael and Rickett’s head full force with their brooms.
“You really want to make that bet? I’ll try after the game,” Rickett says with a cocky smile.
Michael shakes his head. “You can try, but I’ll be sure to have her screaming my name behind the greenhouses before then.”
George’s breath catches in his throat as the imagery of you and Michael hits him. This boy’s greedy hands all over your delicate curves. Him tasting you. Him knowing how you sound when you’re trying to hold back moans. This was sacred. You were sacred to them, and he only ever wanted him and his brother to know these intimate things.
“You’re on,” Rickett snorts. “But who knows, if she’s as easy as I think, maybe she will take on both of us.” This time they both erupt with laughter, which almost sends Fred forward but George promptly stops him with a stiff arm.
Fred curses under his breath and digs his toe into the ground like an angry bull. Anger travels through his veins, his face a shade of red not too far from his hair. His pupils are tiny and fully focusing on the two who dare to speak about Y/N like that. He knew they couldn’t have you. That was never a question. But to stand there and make bets on who gets to capture you. Who gets to have you.
The twins look at each other, an understanding between them at once.
They’re going to pay.
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The players are lining up now. You rub your hands together, breathing into them to try and bring back some warmth. Two of the boys from the Hufflepuff team kept periodically staring up your way. Surely there’s for someone in the crowd that they’re waiting for. It’s odd though, you could swear they’re looking directly at you.
Your mind drifts off as you focus back on the Weasley twins, both standing tall with an expression of determination across their faces. You take notice that they seem more serious than normal, but their competitive nature always brought out that side of them.
With a call from the announcer, both teams scatter off into the sky. The golden snitch is released and the game has begun. Rocking from the balls of your feet to the tips of your toes, you watch with a slack jaw as both brothers go rocketing across the field with their bats held with whitening knuckles.
Not too long after it starts, George hits a bludger off of a post and misses Michael McManus’s head by inches. Still trying to comprehend the close call, Michael was almost thrown off his broom by Fred who slams into the side of him.
“Watch it!” Michael yells shakily, then takes off to prevent Angelina from scoring.
The bludger finds Rickett this time as Fred hits it directly at him, making contact with his ribs. There is a loud thump and the announcer audibly groans with the crowd.
The ball wasn’t even on that side of the field, yet he was chasing down this now injured player who was desperately trying to flee.
George on the other hand was with Angelina, safely allowing her to score a point. The students around you burst out with a mixture of applause and booing. You clap and jump up and down with the fellow Gryffindors, leaving the Hufflepuffs eyeing you with judgment.
George zooms by so close that your hair blows like mad and curtains over your face. You quickly shake the knotting strands out of your sight just in time to see him practically kick Michael off his broom. Your attention is then immediately brought back to Fred, who was red faced and charging at a screaming Rickett. In the middle of the field was a dumbfounded Angelina, who was watching this unfold with wide eyes.
For the rest of the match, the players were just merely blurs. The Weasley twins are smacking bludgers left and right at the Hufflepuff players, leaving them very little time to plan. From the short period of times the messy haired gingers go stationary, you could see their eyes narrow and focused.
You hold your breath as Katie Bell dives and grabs the snitch in one quick swoop from right under the nose from Cedric. The Gryffindor student erupts into cheers. You join in, clapping and calling out to Fred and George who ceased chasing the Hufflepuff beaters.
They were getting closer. You assume they probably want to take in the applause, they earned it after all.
It isn’t until their brooms were only a few feet away, you realize that they were staring directly at you. Your chest blooms with excitement as they dismount their brooms and push past the crowd to meet you. With their arms outstretched, you run to them and fall into their warm arms.
“You were great!” You exclaim while smiling up at them.
Fred’s eyes dart to your lips and he dives in for a kiss. His soft hair brushes your face as he tilts you back, deepening his hungry kiss. The students around you holler and clap, making your cheeks turn scarlet red.
Once he pulls back, George takes you by the hips and replaces his brother’s mouth with his. You gasp from surprise, and he responds by rolling his tongue gently against yours. You fall into him completely, not caring what anyone else thinks.
Fred makes eye contact with Rickett and Michael and tilts his head with a devilish grin. Their jaws drop and they quickly fly off to the other side of the field.
You ask once George breaks the kiss, “what’s all this for?”
“Because we wanted to,” he says sweetly, placing a kiss on her forehead.
“And we wanted to thank our good luck charm,” Fred adds.
You rub your flushed cheek as you look between them. “Oh,” you say simply, falling short of any words that would cover how much you love hearing that.
“And,” Fred says, taking your hand in his shaking grasp. “Now everyone knows that you’re ours.”
Your mouth runs dry. Your heart pounding in your chest almost deafens the loud chattering around you. “Yours?”
“If you’ll have us, that is,” George says with a snicker. You take him by the collar of his shirt and stand on your tippy toes to kiss him. His lips are inviting and intoxicating, forget that there’s an audience until he stops you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
You roll your eyes and look between the two of them. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”
“Perfect,” Fred beams, giving you one last kiss before walking to his broomstick with George following behind. “We will catch up to you soon.”
“There’s something to attend to, and I believe it will leave us with a few extra Sickles.” George explains with a wink.
They take off in the same direction as Rickett and Michael, leaving you confused but with your heart filled to the brim with happiness.
#fred and george weasley#george weasley#fred weasley#george weasley x hufflepuff!reader#harry potter fanfiction
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“Wait, so... HARRY IS FREAKING RELATED TO THE STRONGEST PEOPLE WIZARDING WORLD HAD EVER SEEN?! DUDE, HOW MUCH MORE COULD YOU BE OVERPOWERED?!”
“NOT TO MENTION YOUR GREAT-GRANDMOTHER IS ABSOLUTELY HOT AND COOL!”
“Oh Merlin's beard, they are a bunch of losers...”
You laughed at your daughter's exasperated sigh and ran around to gather some clothes and prepare beds for your guests while they were fawning over many artifacts of the Gaunt family and the memorials of your friends. It was a nice change of things, with never having any people around to teach them and all, seeing the many astonished faces of those next generation of witches and wizards were mesmerizing. They were eager to learn, know more about you- especially the girl, Hermione and the red-heads Ron, Fred and George who very irritatingly reminded you of someone certain- after making sure and calming them down that none of that would ever hurt them as long as you didn’t want them to do so.
Meanwhile though, Anne wasn’t having a good time with all the... noise in the house. She was playing with the end of her sleeves, a trait she had gotten from her father whenever he was stressed. Anne was much like Ominis, and it wasn’t just in appearance. She never took pride in her family origins, the Gaunts, after she learnt what they had done to both you and her fathers.
All the torture her father Ominis had gone through, all the sleepless nights and all the screams of muggles while he had to cast spells on them... even if he cried not to do so, forced by his parents... The screams he must have let out after Crucio whenever he was hurt by them, whenever he had to hurt someone...
All the images of you, bloodied and hurt by their actions, forced to slain them all, forced to watch as everyone you ever loved die just because her bastard uncle couldn’t keep it in his pants that resulted with the abomination of the Wizard world being born, and a curse forcing upon her family because of the blood connection you two had to them,something nothing would ever erase...
She was disgusted by them. By their sick ideologies, by their mere names and by having the same blood as them...
But, then again... She also had her father’s blood, the ever kind and loving man who despised anything related to dark magic. The one that would wake up in the middle of the night to tend to her or her siblings when you would be too tired. The one that danced with little her in front of the fireplace of their cozy house, the one that told her and her siblings of stories about his time in Hogwarts, more specifically after he met you, the love of his life and he was changed for the better, eventually leading him to leave his family behind for good.
She didn’t forget the day when he called her to him, and requested to be always there for their mother and write everything that happened down in her many diaries, a hobby she had picked early in her life.
Now that she looked back into the memory with softening eyes, it was almost like her dad knew he didn’t have long to live and that thought made tears swell in her cloudy eyes.
“My sweet Anne, I know that you believe the world is amazing and that you could achieve anything... I wish I would be able to see it but, take care of your mother for everyone okay? Don’t let her get lost in the dark for so long.”
And she remembers her nodding, her little, child mind not understandimg the severity of the situation and how danger was coming closer to her family day by day.
But she remembered how he lovingly caressed her hair, and hugged her for too long... Too long compared to other times he did, like it was... his last time doing it. And if he focused enough, she could still feel the tears her father shed right onto her neck.
My brave girl, I’m so proud of you... I’m sorry I wasn’t the dad you deserved...
This was the last thing Anne ever heard from any of his fathers, both saying the same, unaware of the shared sadness, unaware of what was cursed on them.
“I believe we aren’t really welcomed, huh? Sorry for my siblings by the way, if they irritate you, just tell me.”
Anne whipped her head to where the raspy yet masculine voice came from, her wand out to sense whoever was there but upon seeing the usual Weasley aura, she gave a smile. “No worries, I have dealt with much worse...” she stopped at the end, not sure how to call him when the male sat down with a kind smile.
“Charlie, Charlie Weasley. At your service, mi lady.” Charlie made a reverance, a dramatic one, not thinking much about it or how she couldn’t exactly see him. But the soft giggle she let out and the small, soft yet firm hands of the petite woman, Charlie looked up and gave a smile.
“You seem like someone who enjoys smiling... Energetic, like a puppy.”
“I thought you can’t see though?”
“I can’t... But it doesn’t stop me from making jokes, and seeing your soul.” Anne said with a serious face, wearing her most strict voice to make it more scary. They both stared at each other and soon burst out laughing while holding their stomachs. It has been a long time for either of them, laughing that hard and genuinely. It made her guilty for a second, after all the deaths that was on her hands, it wasn’t fair to those who died.
She was alive, smiling and laughing while... They were 6 feet underground..
That was what she made her believe, after all. She was sure they were somewhere around, hanging around her like ghosts and mocking her-
“Then, I take the ‘puppy’ comment as a compliment, Anne. Is that okay for me to call you?” she nodded slowly as Charlie’s words slowly pulled her out of the darkness that always took over, feeling shocked yet grateful for the boy begore her and she followed as he sat down on one of the chairs, suddenly feeling more than one eye on her as she also did the same, unconscciously.
“Your family are all watching, are they not?” she asked with a smile, and Charlie raised a brow at the curious eyes his sister and brothers were giving to him behind her back but tried to look like they weren’t eavesdropping.
“Yes, they do... Though they are shit at hiding it. Sorry for the language.” He sighed as he rubbed his neck shyly, making the older girl giggle and summon a glass of water. “Don’t be. I had 4 brothers as well and I know how it gets... Besides, just because I look like a noble, doesn’t make me so elegant. My mouth is much worse than a sailor when I get angry.”
“Hard to imagine really, you look so...” Charlie trailed off as he took a look at the woman that sat before him. She wore a thight, black dress with one of the collars those pure-blood women wore. She was wearing an emerald necklace, perhaps once belongt to her father and old enough to be a heirloom or a reminder, maybe a gift. But what made him stop wasn’t any of her clothing or blood status, or her family background.
It was the way she held herself. The way she was so calm, yet protective. The way she was smiling at him as if she saw him, and how her opal eyes were so beautiful... Pretty and mesmerizing enough that he could get lost in their cloudy gaze-
“What? Weird? I guess, I do, since I’m blind and-“
But obviously, Anne didn’t know any of it. She was used to being told this, poor fragile thing people would say. Guess, the sins of your parents were on you with this blindness...
As if they knew her family.
She used to react harshly when she was a kid, the usual Slytherin temper often coming out at the prospect of her loved ones in danger. It was a trait her mother often teased her fathers with, all the while trying to scoop her up in her arms so that she wouldn’t burst magic at the people. She never liked those who mistreated her parents for something they had no control over, such as blindness or the scars that decorated all three of your faces, judging her because of her inability and treat her like a glass.
She was strong in her own way, her parents were the Ancient Magic Wielder, Master of Dark Arts and the Strongest Wizard, the Heir of Slytherin, after all and she mustered magic at such a young age, proving herself to others all the time.
But it was never enough, she craved more... Something human.
Her life has always been a fight, and the only human emotion she knew was danger, fighting and pain.
So, just imagine when Charlie looked at her softly- the softest look a man had ever looked at her with, especially after her father- and how shocked she was. Yet, her heart was filled with a warmth, a warmth of the spring sun shining for the first time and Anne couldn’t help but wonder why her mother even reacted that way to the Weasleys.
They were people that lifted her mood, even after such a short time of getting to know them... The man sitting before her, more than anyone, she believed.
“Beautiful... You are beautiful.” Anne widened her eyes and looked down hurriedly, feeling a blush erupt all over her face. Both young adults suddenly felt shy as Charlie’s siblings let out a loud cheer. Fred and George yelling a Good job, brother! while Ginny teasingly cooed at how sweet it was of him to say that, giggling at both of their red face as she disappeared behind one of the polished white door.
“I-I... Uhm, thank you Charlie... That was... sweet of you...” and awkward silence settled in, Charlie looked out to see that you were sweeping the backyard when your eyes caught Harry’s, who was looking at the pottery you had there as a memorial of your husband with eyes that held nostalgia and a deep emptiness. The boy experienced so much pain over the four years he spent in Hogwarts and none of them were pleasant memories. Between that prophecy and Voldemort, Harry never got to be a kid.
And now, as if his problems didn’t run too deep, he learnt truths about his life and family... And suddenly had what he always wanted right in front of him.
But...
Even when he was supposed to be happy, he felt... Angry? Heartbroken? Sad? Empty? He didn’t know what he was feeling.. On one side, he was happy to have a family but the other part... That part wanted answers, that part wanted you to explain everything to him. Why let Voldemort kill his parents if you loved them so much? Why did you not try to take care of him? Why, why, why...
“You know, not only do you look like your father but you act like him too... Heard you often got in trouble, like father like son..” your voice reached to him, making him flinch suddenly and turn to look at you with wide eyes as you tended to the flowers and gathered all that was left in the garden. He watched you, still frozen in his spot as if you weren’t affected by them at all, by the revelations you did, by how everyone was shocked inside as Anne explained the most part...
As if the gravestones right next to the pottery was all of his imagination.
But, he couldn’t help taking slow steps towards you, as if he was enchanted and stood before you just a few steps to where you seated down. You knew he would come to you, you knew he had a lot to talk... A lot to get angry and ask answers for.
And you would give them all, slowly through time.
“I still remember James, and how he used to cause chaos around here. Running in the pottery as his aunt Anne was doing it, begging to do the same yelling out that he was capable too... No need to say, I would often find him covered with mud and water.” Harry smiled softly as tears filled his eyes, not that you would see while you checked some of the flowers in the garden and briefly looked at the pottery that used to break your heart as the slight, barely-there image of Ominis would occasionally appear to you, clad in his apron as he would lifg his face whenever he heard your steps and hug you, getting mud all over your face and kissing you, your heart and soul clench painfully in your chest that often resulted with a doubling pain.
But your grandson was more important, and you had to do this for him... For everyone.
“He was very capable of mischief, but he was so adorable and loving. So energetic and full of hope, admiring me and Anne as we did magic... I thought he was an Ancient Magic wielder too, but was wrong. Thankfully so, if I must admit...” You murmured the last part quietly so that Harry eouldn’t hear your relief .
No one could blame you, right? Especially after how James was killed.
“... Rumor has it, you also took after him.” You came to stand next to him, not daring to touch him in case he wouldn’t want it. He looked up to you with his eyes that screamed Lily, his shiny pearls cascading down slowly which made your heart strings pull and touch his pale cheeks to wipe them.
This must have already been too much for him, but though you wouldn’t explain whole details, you would tell him as much as he wished to learn for now.
But even when he cried softly, much like how James used to when he was a kid, you could see the teasing and curiosity behind his eyelids, which eventually made you smirk under your breath as well.
“The usual Gryffindor-who-wouldn’t-follow-rules... I thought it would be different over time, with each passing generation. But I guess every single one of the children that came from us had the same fierce, passionate and adventurous side of me and Ominis.” He widened his eyes at the meanimg behind your words and gaped at you, while you looked at him amused. How did you even know it?
“You know I’m in Gryffindor? How...?”
“I was always a part of your life Harry... Not that you realized.” He stayed looking up at you, heart suddenly getting warmer at knowing someone always had an eye on him. But he was still young, and he had James’s hot temper that would leave to regret and pouts. His next words left his lips without his control, and he immediately regretted how harsh it sounded after witnessing your smile slowly falling.
“Then... Why didn’t you take me? Surely, you know the Dursleys...” he couldn’t help but spit their names angrily, remembering all the pain he went through and how easily all of it could have been avoided. If you were trully that powerful as you said, if everyone trully feared you and Anne... “Why didn’t you help my parents if you are that strong? Why didn’t you protect me?”
He wanted to scream, shove you off, demand answers, blame you for everything and no one would blame him. Harry experienced so much at such a young age, when he was supposed to live his best one and knowing that he could have gotten this, with a loving family that would stay with him no matter what rather than his aunt that often blamed him for everything and the abuse he had to face so young...
And you knew... You knew it all, but he didn’t. And you couldn’t exactly tell him everything, but you could hold him and make him see how dire the situation was.
“My precious, I tried... I even threatened Dumbledore with destroying the Hogwarts and Ministry, your aunt going as far as using magic on him...” You held onto his face thightly, wiping his angry tears away. “But Voldemort was also after us and we were on run already... Though I wanted nothing less than to take you with me, I couldn’t. Not when a curse was on us, not when the Dark Lord that came from us wanted to kill us... I thought they would be better for you, since they lived in a steady house but... I forgot how some people were...” you looked down in shame after that, your own tears falling as you let out some of the stress out of yourself.
Harry’s hand shook in shame, wanting to comfort you as the world around stopped. He never thought Voldemort would be after you and Anne either, thinking that he only wanted him. But it was clear now: None of you were ever safe, and you did what you believed was right. His anger from before dissolved and he shyly took a hold of your hand, making you lift your gaze and gasp quietly...
For it wasn’t just Harry you saw, but James whenever he would come crying to you after getting injured, it was Ominis who would caress your face first thing in the morning as you prepared breakfast and the kids slept, it was Ominis who comforted you when the news of the Gaunts searching for you both reached to you...
It was your family that had to endure all the pain a human being could ever bear.
“Life hadn’t been kind to you... Had it?” Such a simple question shouldn’t have affected one so easily, perhaps not at all. But Harry wasn’t anyone, he was just a boy wo longed to have a family, a boy whose dreams were finally coming true. So, solely for that reason, Harry could no longer deny the emotions that ran through him, simply clutching your hand that held his face so softly, a mere ghost of the woman who died protecting him. He suddenly hugged you, burying his face to your neck as he seeked comfort from his last family.
For the first time, he felt like he had someone who didn’t have too much expectations from him.
“I... I'm scared. I don’t know what to do, how to do all of this! I don’t want to be the Chosen One, I just want to enjoy my teenagehood!” you shushed him gently, rocking him back and forth as your arms snaked around his waist and to his back and squeezed him thightly. You were, once again, reminded of how James would wail loudly and your sons would immediately seek you out for comfort when they were little and that only made your tear fall harder as your hand massaged Harry’s scalp softly, making him relax onto you.
“I’m sorry, darling boy... For being the reason of your suffering. When I first learnt about you, I prayed for the first time that the prophecy would slip past you... Unfortunately it didn’t and I would call you either a stupid or naive if you weren’t scared but you are no longer alone.” Both of you chuckled at your comment, Harry slowly pulled away from you and gave you that half-sad and half-happy smile as you side hugged him, bot being able to stop yourself from coddling your grandson. You comfortingly rubbed his shoulders as you both gazed at the memorial stones where six names were written.
Six names that was important to you and your family once.
Ominis Potter.
Sebastian Sallow-Potter.
Anne Sallow.
James Potter.
Lily Potter.
Regulus Black.
The last name caught Harry’s attention, the same surname that could never be a coincidence surely peeked his interest. Why was that surname was the same as his godfather’s?
“Uhm... Why does the last one have the same surname as-“ he started as you let your eyes wander to where he looked, a deep pang in your heart hurting very badly at the name written on it.
“Sirius? Oh well...” you briefly looked at the stone and then back at the two men who you considered as sons after James introduced you and then back at Harry, with a somber smile at the vision of curly, black hair and grey eyes appearing right before your own. ” It’s a long story, Harry and it is late... Maybe I will tell later, tomorrow. Let’s get inside.” You urged him inside softly, pointing to the door where everyone was seated safely. The garden was big and enormous, and the walk back was long. Longer than normal but longer enough for you to get one last thing out of your chest.
One thing you always itched to say to James, and every single person that came from you.
“I am the reason these all started again, and I will fight tooth and nail to defeat him... You don’t have to fight alone Harry, not anymore. I can’t take that Chosen One title back from you, but I can definetly protect you from it.” Harry didn’t stop you, just continued to walk next to you as sadness and warmth flooded him.
Sadness because of how badly you blamed yourself and how no one ever thought of you to be innocent, warmth because how loving and protective you were.
Definetly a great change after everything he had seen.
“I know I did many unforgivable, stupid mistakes. Mistakes that resulted with many deaths, tears and sorrow. And there isn't a day that I don’t regret over my actions, these burial stones being the reminder of them... I know I was wrong, and I don’t expect you to forgive me because Merlin knows, I wouldn’t do it if I were you-“ you were adamant on going on, doing anything so that your grandson wouldn’t hate you... so that he would understand you. This, the guilt, was one of the many things that kept you away from him for so long and though you knew it was stupid...
You didn’t want him to hate you.
But what you didn’t know, Harry would never hate you. As long as he lived, you would be the woman he would cherish and respect endlessly. And though he was still a kid, he understood how you struggled.
Being the Chosen One ran in the family, I guess?
“Grandmother, it’s okay... Though I don’t understand everything, I know you are innocent. As well as Aunt Anne...” he took your hand softly and smiled widely, showing his pearls and how true he was being. A shy look soon settled on his face and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, making you pinch his cheeks and making him whine.” Besides, we have all the time to talk about everything, no? I can’t wait to hear more about-about everything! How did you meet with Grandpa? When did you attend Hogwarts? Were you cool like those wizards and witches we heard about? Do I look like Grandpa?”
A huge grin overtook your face as you hugged him thightly, actually crunching a few painful knots in his shoulder but neither one of you cared when both of you found what was lost once.
Not when you both accepted the other as family.
And as the night breeze made both of you shiver, you patted Harry’s back when you two stood in front of the door of the house, to make him get inside before turning to look at the memorial of your lovers and family.
At least, you were finally able to keep your promise to them, albeit a bit laye... Though it was at great costs... Cost of Dark Magic.
“I wonder what you would do if you learnt the true me, my boy...” you muttered under your breath as you let your magic unfold, the golden, black, and dark red color of it illuminating your face as the darkness settled in deep in your heart.
The same darkness that clouded Sebastian...
The same one that clouded Voldemort.
You didn’t know what future would bring but there was one thing you were sure as you let your magic disappear and get inside the house, closimg the door thightly behind you after looking at the horizon...
Anyone who touched your family, would have to face the darkest witch of all times.
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