#he’s gonna take chelsea down from the inside

[chxrryrose]

caicedo i was unfamiliar with your game🤭

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Once Upon a Time 4

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your morning begins lazily. You're not used to functioning without a sense of urgency but it's nice. You take your time having your coffee and nibbling on toast in front of the television. You finally find the motivation to get dressed just after eleven, intent on hitting the country store before you let another day off fade into oblivion. You've been saying you'd go for months and it always turns into 'just don't have the energy.'

You take the train downtown then find a bus to the edge of the city, just a ten-minute walk from the country store. The commute alone is an hour, the temperature dipping even lower without the shield of the urban sprawl. You shiver as you finally reach your destination, like a warrior cresting the drawbridge of a mythical castle.

Inside, there's a cozy atmosphere. The smell of cedar wafts through the air as you marvel at the vast expanse before you. As you browse the signs denoting the contents of each aisle, you set off towards the wool section, hoping to finally teach yourself to knit. Just before the confection area, there's a small table set up and woman greets you before you can reach the crafts. She offers you a sample of chestnut cocoa. Sounds interesting, but somewhat unappetizing. The chill in your bones cozens you to the promise of liquid warmth.

You blow over the top of the cup, smiling awkwardly at the employee. The store is somewhat bustling but that area seems to be a bit dead. You taste it and give a wobbly hum. Not bad, actually. You'll at least be able to finish it.

"Oh, it's good," you say.

"If you would like to buy some, you can take a coupon," the woman offers.

"Oh, sure," you accept out of kinship for your fellow retail worker. You take a coupon and thank her again.

"What's this?" A voice has you quickly stepping out of the way as the rattle of a cart rolls close.

"Good afternoon, sir," the woman puts on her best chime, "would you like to try a sample of our hot chocolate?"

"Hm, I guess," the man drones and you freeze in the spot. No way.

You keep your head down as you sidle away but hit the cart parked behind you with your hip. You apologise without looking up but your name reels you back. You cringe at the store and go rigid, slowly turning on your heel to face Andy.

"Oh, hi," your voice piques, "what are you doing here?"

"Shopping," he says as if it should be obvious. He pauses and accepts the small cup from the lady at the booth. "Aren't you supposed to be working?"

He tweaks his brow and you look away guiltily, "uh, yeah, actually, I... switched shifts with Chelsea so... yeah."

"Wow, that's... interesting," he says, "well, interesting seeing you all the way out here."

"Yeah, very," you agree, almost genuinely. What are the odds?

"My friend recommended the place," he sniffs the hot chocolate but doesn't drink, "you come here a lot?"

You bounce on your feet impatiently. You glance over at the employee awkwardly watching the interaction. You've been there before.

"First time," you answer, "anyway, I... I'm just gonna keep going," you look at the worker, "I don't want to clog up the area." You wave a palm at Andy awkwardly, "nice running into you."

"You too," he returns quietly.

You swallow and back away. This is so weird. Coincidences happen, sure, but it's not like this place is a Target. You clutch your cup tight as you walk away, keeping your eyes forward as a shudder stays trapped in your ribcage. Something's just not right. Or maybe you're thinking too much.

You veer down the aisle of yarn and blow out the breath caught in your chest. You stop amid the various shades of pinks and purples and peer down into the cup. Your stomach is churning violently and you don't think it's the drink.

You try to shake off the encounter and linger amidst the needles and threads. You wander down the next aisle and browse the paints. You're not very artistic but you could probably manage a paint-by-number. You click your tongue and continue on without purchase. You're not sure you want to waste the money.

You end up near the checkout at the rack of handmade sweaters. You like the patchwork on the one, even if it reminds you of a 90s sitcom. You slowly turn the rack as you weigh the value of the sweater. You peek up and see Andy just on the otherside as he rolls his cart by. Before you can dodge his look in your direction, he waves. You have to wave back but quickly go back to searching the rack.

You take the off the bar and dally by the card stand, waiting until you see Andy leave before head up to checkout. You toss your empty cup in the bin at the corner of the counter. You go to the till and pay, taking your time as you dread the walk to the bus.

You accept your bag and receipt and zip up your coat on your way out the door. You check your phone for the bus times. You'll have to move fast to catch the next one or wait an hour for the one after that. You hurry past the parking lot, head down against the cold, and head up along the unpaved path parallel to the road.

As you get to the stop, you tuck your hands in your sleeves and face the road, peering longingly down it. You didn't see the bus drive by so you should be on time. You chatter as you hear gravel mulching in the other direction. There's a honk as the car slows and you grimace as you watch it take a U-turn and come up on your side. You wobble on your legs as the window rolls down.

"Cold out," Andy calls over the empty passenger's seat, "need a ride?"

You shake your head, "no, it's fine. I got other places to go."

"I don't mind. I figure since I'm out here."

"Really, I can't accept," you offer a vacant smile, "thanks, though."

"It's really not safe for you to be out here--"

"The bus is on its way," you argue, a bit more terse than you mean to.

"I know, I'm trying to be nice."

"It is nice, okay? But I don't want a ride."

He idles there, quiet, waiting. You have nothing else to say so you once more look down the road. He sniffs and grips the headrest on the passenger's seat.

"Why not?"

Your smile falls away completely as you look at him. Something about his expression adds to the frigid chill. You wet your dry lips and sway.

“To be honest, I don't take rides with strangers.”

“Well, I'm not a stranger,” he puffs out.

You shrug and shake your head, “I said no thank you.”

“Right, got it,” he huffs, “see ya, I guess.”

He rolls up the window as you stare at your boots. He drives away, swerving to reverse direction once more. You flinch as the gravel mulches and wait until the hum of his engine dissipates.

His last words echo, as much a threat as a promise.

[ohtobeleah]

Im crying, screaming, throwing up. Leah, you’re putting your whole ass pussy into these updates. I can’t wait for the next update.

Bro. The way I literally spent six hours writing this yesterday. Six! I couldn’t stop. I just had to get it out. Anyway, as always—here’s the Terms Of Endearment Masterlist

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Dot was a smart little girl. She knows when things aren't right. She knows when Bob pulls up in a driveway that isn't Jakes that something is wrong. With her little heart already broken enough from her traumatic pick up from daycare, but when she sees a woman standing out on the front veranda that isn't you, her bottom lip quivers. Where were you?

“Where's Mamma?” Dot asked as she came to from her nap in her booster seat, Bob felt his heart break inside his chest because how do you tell a two year old that their mother is in the hospital? 

“Mama’s gonna be back soon Dotty.” God Bob couldn't handle all this, he had no idea how you did it for so long without crying out for help. “Thanks for taking her on such short notice.” Bob is far too rattled for Chelsea Fitch to be comfortable with. “Jakes probably harassing the emergency department staff as we speak trying to get answers and Rooster was already there so–” 

“She's more than welcome for as long as needed.” Chelsea makes her way down the drive to where Bob is fishing Dot out of her booster seat. “She looks so upset–” Chelsea sighs. “Hi darling girl, it's okay baby come here.” With one swift motion, Bob was picking up the little girl everyone had gathered around to protect and handing her over to Reubans wife. Dot immediately snuggled into her shoulder, she's so tired and emotionally exhausted. There's only so much a two year old can take before they begin to shut down. “You know much about how she's doing?” 

“Nope, Jake fainted in the parking lot when he was on the phone with Rooster.” Bob relayed all that he knew as he unclipped the booster seats from the back of Penny's car to leave at the Finch household. “I didn't get a chance to ask much when I picked up the phone, just told Rooster we’d get there as soon as possible.”

“And by we you mean Amilia–” Bob just smiled, he caught the tone Chelsea used as she held Dot on her hip. Standing in the driveway as Chase clung to her leg. Bob Floyd loved the fact he wasn't the only one with a sibling he wasn't overly attached to. 

“Yes ma’am–” 

“Don't ma’am me Bob, I work for a living.” Bob couldn't keep his head from spinning on top of his shoulders if he tried. He couldn't keep up with the sharp wit and dry humour of the Australians he was suddenly in close vicinity to. 

“Sorry, sorry–force of habit.” Bob knew he should probably head over to Jakes and get some essentials sorted. It hadn't necessarily been a task bestowed upon him verbally, but Bob knew that he should, to do what he could within his means. “I'm gonna head off, I'll swing by Jakes and get some of Dot's things, stop by, then head over to the hospital.” 

“Can you tell my sister that for someone who's been in the states for less than three days on a soul searching quest or whatever bullshit she's on, she sure has a knack for finding trouble.” Chelsea chuckled as Bob just pressed his lips together in a thin line and nodded silently. “Come on bub’s let's get you two inside.” 

“Thanks again Chels–” Bob thanked Chelsea just one more time before he was heading off, leaving Odette Dolan in the Fitch’s capable hands while everything else seemed to fall through the cracks. 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“You feeling alright?” Amilia asked as she drove Jake in silence to the hospital. There wasn’t any music playing through the speakers this time. Just pure silence filled the cab of her sister’s Sante Fe. 

“I’m sorry you got caught up in all this.” Jake swerved the question Amilia had asked as he turned to take in Amilias profile. Fuck she was real pretty. “It was incredibly unfair of me to ask you to get involved.” 

“Your niece is a real cutie.” Amilia, still focusing on the road ahead, smiled as she flicked on her indicator, turning into the Miramar Base Hospital. “I don’t think I would’ve been able to live with myself if I didn’t do something.” 

“Yeah—“ Jake sighed, letting his head fall back against the headrest. “It definitely feels like that.” 

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have your sister and her ex been separated?” Jake just looked at Amilia, who for a split second turned her head to look back at Jake. “I don’t mean to pry.” Jake took notice to the way Amilias voice sounded softer in her regret to ask. “And by all means man you don’t have to tell me shit—just tell me to shut up and my lips are sealed.” Jake couldn’t handle the way Amilia turned her head back to the road ahead, she was so genuinely concerned about what was going on to people she’d never met before. “I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry—it’s too personal.” 

“No, no you're good.” Jake cleared his throat, thinking about how to explain your circumstances. “Emotionally I’d say ever since the first time he laid his hands on her.” Jake remarked, balling his fist at the thought as he clenched his jaw. “But uh, she ran out on him a few months back, turned up on my doorstep beaten half to death with enough alcohol in her system that I would have believed her if she said she identified as a distillery.” Jake chuckled, it hurt to make peace with the fact this had been your life, your rock bottom. “I promised her if she stayed here then she’d be safe, that I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her yet here we are—“ Jake finally turned his head back to where Amilia sat in the driver's seat, looking for a park. “I don't know how to keep her safe.” 

Amilia didn’t respond straight away, the air was too heavy around her, she could feel the weight of Jake's world on her shoulders. No one deserved to feel that kind of guilt. It wasn’t his fault, what that Jaidyn guy had done wasn’t a reflection on Jake. He was only one person, how much could he honestly do? 

“The next dude that tries to kiss my fucking foreheads gonna cop a head-butt instead so we both end up hurt and confused.” Jake couldn’t help but to laugh softly as he looked at Amilia, this crazy, random woman he’d met that same morning felt like an extension of himself. Amilia had kissed him in the parking lot of his niece's day care not half an hour ago. Why had he not ended up copping a headbutt. He surely had a headache, but that was from smacking his head on the ground when he lost all control. 

“Can’t say that doesn’t sound like a good strategy—“ There’s a few moments of silence as Amilia gives up circling the full car park and just decides it’s probably best to drop Jake off at the emergency department. She hits the curb slightly and Jake cringes at the thought of the gutter rash her rims were gonna end up with. “Jesus—“ 

“Sorry.” It’s not hard to notice the embarrassment laced in Amilias tone as she puts the car in park. “I’m still getting used to the whole left side steering and right side roadway.” 

“How long have you been in the states for?” Jake asks, he’s reluctant to get out of the car because he knows the second he does he’s gonna lose his mind. Amilia Fisher seemed to keep Jake level headed. He needed that in all this, a guiding light. A lighthouse.

“Considering I’ve lost track of what day it is from the jet lag and copious amounts of caffeine I’ve been pumping I’d guest about three days, give or take a few hours.” 

“Three days and you're slashing people’s tyres!?” Jake genuinely laughs for the first time all day. He feels the butterflies in his stomach take flight when Amilia matches his energy and laughs with him, nodding. 

“I didn’t know what else to do!?” As the laughter drifted off into nothing, Amilia let herself settle into the back of her car seat. “You should probably get out now.” 

“I don’t think I can go in there.” Jake held back tears, he wasn’t ready to accept he’d let you down. “Can’t see her like that.” He wasn’t ready to face you. “I fucked up, I can’t—“ 

“Hey, listen.” Amilia cooed as Jake tried his best to hold himself together, he was falling apart at the seams. “Just breathe.” A gentle hand with manicured nails that make Jake's skin rise with goosebumps reaches out to cup his cheek. “She really needs you, but it’s okay to feel like you don’t have your shit together.” 

“You got anywhere to be?” Jake asked, it was his way of asking Amilia to stay. She just shook her head, she knew what he meant. 

“Been the longest fucking day ever and I could really use a beer, but I got absolutely nowhere else to be.” 

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Bradley hated hospitals. He’d never been one to associate hospitals with good memories. It’s where he’d gone with his mum when he’d found out he’d died in a training accident and It was where he said goodbye to his mum one last time before she left to be with her best friend again. 

Now, as he sat in the waiting room tapping his foot on the ground impatiently waiting for someone, anyone to give him an update on how you were—he couldn’t help his mind from wondering. What if you were about to join the ever growing list of people Bradley Bradshaw had lost in his life? 

“Bradshaw!” Jake bellowed out as he came barreling through the front doors of the emergency department, Amilia in toe. “Where is she?” Rooster stood to meet Jake in an embrace that put all others to shame. Brother in arms. Jake wraps his arms around Bradley as Bradley took him in tight. Both silently silencing their painful sobs in each other's embrace. “Where is she?” 

“In surgery I think?” Rooster explained. “They wouldn’t tell me much because I still haven’t handed back the paperwork they asked me to fill out on her behalf.” It’s when Jake steps back that Bradley sees Amilia standing there. She’s a little on the short side, and by a little he means a lot. Respectfully Jake and Bradley tower over her. It wouldn��t be hard to lose her in a crowd. Amilia Fisher was definitely someone you’d tie a helium balloon to just to keep an eye on her. 

“Who’s this?” Bradley asks, he thinks he knows. She looks a little familiar. Jake just steps aside, allowing Amilia to outstretch her hand to shake Bradley’s. “God You look like someone I know—“

“Uh, Chelsea Fitch is my sister, you both apparently work with my brother in law.” It all clicks in Rooster's mind when he hears the mention of Payback's wife. “Amilia, Amilia Fisher.” 

“You’re the one who took the video this morning?” Bradley smirks, he can see the look on Jake’s face clear as day. The guys hooked. 

“That’s me.” Amilia confirms, Jakes just crossing his arms across his chest as Rooster sends him an all knowing look. He’d fallen in love at first sight with you, what was so hard to believe about the same happened to Jake Seresin. 

“She slashed Jaidyn’s tires too, made sure he couldn’t leave before Bob and I got there.” Jake mentioned and Bradley just raised his eyebrows in shock. 

“No shit?” 

“Bob took Odette to Paybacks place, he called me while I was on my way over—said he wouldn’t be too far away? Cyclone called off training for the rest of the week and sent everyone home.” Jake mumbled as he yawned, stretching his back out as he did so. 

“Yeah he said something about not being able to have people flying multi million dollar fighter jets around while there’s an internal investigation going on.” Bradley sighed. He was exhausted. “Where’s Jaidyn now?” 

“On his way to the station, I called the cops—they took him off in cuffs at the daycare.” Amilia explained as she looked around. “This a Military Hospital or General Public?” Bradley just looked at Jake who shrugged his shoulders back at him. Both men decided they needed to take a seat. Sitting side by side as Bradley handed Jake the half filled in paperwork. 

“How bad is it?” Jake asked under his breath. Bradley just pressed his lips together, he knew Jake had taken notice of the blood that stained Bradley’s hands and uniform. He knew what the answer was already. He just needed to hear Rooster say it. 

“Medic said her jaw was broken before we even got here, he must have really laid into her because I could hardly recognise her.” It absolutely killed Bradley to relay this information, he could see from the expression on Jake’s face alone that it killed him to know. But they needed to share each other’s heartbreak to get through this. “She’s tough though, never stopped fighting back—“ 

“We let her down.” Jake stated as a matter of fact. He was pissed at Jaidyn for everything he’d done to you but more importantly he was pissed at himself for allowing him to get close enough to her you. 

“I know.” Braldey swallowed the lump in his throat as Jake filled in everything he knew about you from a lifetime of friendship. It didn’t seem like enough though as he sat there, looking around to see if anyone was coming to update them. “I know we did.” 

Amilia opted to shout the two naval aviators who looked far too out of place a packet of chips from the vending machine. She knew well enough that they weren’t hungry, but they needed something in their system. Handing over the packet of chips, one each as she looked down at Bradley and Jake, gesturing for them to take the bags of air. 

“My favourite is cheese and onion but I can’t speak for Lays, wouldn’t know what’s good or bad here so I thought I’d play it safe with the original.” 

Jake just took Amilia in for all she was worth, Bradley could practically see the heart eyes he was sending over as he grazed Amilias outstretched hand and took the packet of chips. 

“Thanks—“ Jake cooed as Amilia came to sit beside him. Bradley hummed to himself when she opened her own packet, offering Jake a few from her packet in the hopes he’d share his with her in return. 

He did. 

Bradley couldn't help but to smile, Jake deserved to fall in love. He deserved someone who was as willing, kind, and above all as annoying as he was. Amilia Fisher gave off that vibe.

He just wished you were here to witness it too. 

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Admiral Beau Simpson had never felt more like a failure than he did in the moments he sat behind his desk recording on a blank disc the seven minute assault that had left you dangerously close to death. He had never seen such a violent act against a woman. But what else he saw amongst the beating was bravery—

“I need someone to contact the local authorities, this guy is an animal.” Cyclone explained as he tried to peel his eyes away from the monitor, but he couldn’t. He knew he owed it to you to sit there and watch what he’d let happen by not stepping in sooner. “Why are you still here?” 

“Sorry sir.” One of the administrators that Cyclone had called into his office babbled out as he ran to make sure that the request of the admiral would be conducted. Almost as soon as he had left, Pete Mitchell was stepping into his office, wearing a confused expression. 

Like this day couldn’t get any fucking worse for Beau Simpson. 

“Why have you suspended all training until further notice and sent my team home?” Maverick asked, leaning over Cyclone's desk. “What’s going on—“

“You need to get down to the Base Hospital, Lieutenant Bradshaw is there with Y/n.” Cyclone could barely stomach enough courage to say what he needed to say. He made himself sick. “Allocations were made, they were dismissed when they should have been properly adhered to.” He sighed in disapproval of his own actions. Leaning back in his chair as he looked at the man who was in all aspects a better man than he was in the moment. “Felix was taken to hospital about two hours ago and I’ve opened an internal investigation into the situation. Your team is grounded until further notice, Captain.” Pete frowned as he took in what Admiral Simpson had just told him. He had been wondering where Rooster was, where Hangman had gone off to and why Bob was suddenly missing in action. 

He paused for a moment, wondering if what his initial thought was truly what had been the case. 

“Her ex got to her did he?” Maverick pressed his lips together as Cyclone begrudgingly nodded in conformation. “I told you when I found out he first got reposted that something would happen if you didn’t keep an eagle eye on that son of a bitch, didn’t I?” 

It was true. When Jaidyn had first showed up in North Island, Jake had asked if Mav could possibly pull some strings. He tried to warn Admiral Simpson what would happen, but his predictions fell on deaf ears. Maverick couldn’t tell at the time if Cyclone just didn’t want to know, was too self centred to get involved or if he just didn’t care enough about his personnel to do anything about it. 

“The only reason he took up this posting, Sir, was to get at her—I told you that and what did you do?”

Cyclone just closed his eyes—He knew what he had done. Nothing. If anyone had failed you it was Beau Simpson. “You told me to fall back in line, told me that if Felix had a problem she could come to you, but when she did what did you do?” Maverick hissed—he swore with the pressure building on his teeth as he clenched them tight he was about to break at least four. “You sent her away.” 

“I was just following protocol—“ 

“When has following protocol ever worked in the case of domestic violence, Sir.” Maverick left it at that as he made his way over to the door. Speaking over his shoulder before Pete Mitchell went to explain to the remaining members of his Dagger crew what was going on. “It’s people like you who make the system so flawed it does more damage than good.” 

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The sun had well and truly gone down by the time Bradley and Jake saw a doctor heading anywhere towards their immediate vicinity. Amilia had fallen asleep beside where Jake sat, her head felt natural on his shoulder and he, in every sense of the word, hadn’t had the heart to move her. 

Bob had shown up an hour ago. He’d packed up a bunch of Odette stuff and dropped it off at Paybacks place before he made his way over. He’d filled him in on what he knew and told him as soon as he knew more he’d call. 

“Wonder how long it’s gonna take for someone to put us out of our misery.” Rooster mumbled, his eyelids were heavy and his feet felt numb from sitting in the hospital waiting room chair for what felt like an eternity. 

“Probably won’t be for a while still, god only knows we deserve to sit and stew in our own self pity.” Jake replied, he was just as tired as Rooster. Amilia snorted as she stirred on Jake’s shoulder. 

“You two sound fucking pathetic.” Amile Fisher had the energy of a feral princess. She was wholesome and you could definitely take her home to meet your mother if you wanted to. But she drank tequila and bourbon of any sort straight. She;d square up with a grown man without hesitation and have no problem putting someone in their place. Amilia was all about balance, and right now? Jake Seresin was all kinds of out of balance. 

“Thought you were asleep?” Jake turned his head to where Amila still had her head resting on Jake’s shoulder. 

“The sound of your insecurities woke me up.” She mumbled, looking up at Jake through tired and hooded eyes. “You aren’t responsible for this, neither is Rooster, so cut the self loathing crap out.” 

“Yes ma’am—“ Bob's ears pricked up at the sound of Jake sounding off like an aviator falling in line. He had a feeling what was coming next if Amilia was anything like her sister Chelsea. 

“Ew, don’t call me ma’am, I work for a living.” Yep, he called it. Jake felt his heart skip a beat as he leaned in to kiss Amilias forehead gently, wondering if she’d follow through with her promise to headbutt the next guy who did so—she didn’t, Jake was simply met with a warm hum. 

“Y/n Y/l/n?” There was a doctor calling your name as Braldey stood up in a frantic attempt to immediately find out more. 

“That’s us!” He said a little too loud. The doctor just made his way over to where Rooster stood. “We’re here for Fe—how is she?” The doctor standing before Bradley just looked at him blankly. He had nothing good to say.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, it was pretty touch and go for a little while but we managed to get her stable enough to hopefully see some real progress come through in the next couple of weeks.” 

“What’s the prognosis?” Jake asked, Amilia had since set up right, Jake wasn’t going to admit he missed her touch. So he pretended that he didn’t mind.

“We’ve had to wire her jaw shut but she should still be able to talk, she’ll be able to move her lips, just won’t be able to eat or drink so we’ll get her set up on a liquid drip the second she’s up.” The doctor explained and Jake wanted to vomit. 

“She suffered a pretty serious spleen rupture, most likely caused by the blunt force trauma sustained around the area so we did have to remove it entirely—she’ll have to take a course of antibiotics every few months to ward of certain bacteria, living without that particular organ puts her at higher risk for life-threatening infections but you can live without it.” Doctor Sullivan explained as the waiting room reminded silent “She’ll receive a booster vaccine for pneumococcus, and for meningococcus and haemophilus influenzae type B in two weeks.” 

“Holy shit—“ Amilia couldn’t believe what she was hearing, this was serious. 

“Can we see her?” Bradley asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“She’s being brought down from surgery now, we’ll get her set up in a room and we’ll send someone to grab you when she’s ready to be seen, however, usual visiting hours are between seven and seven, Although, judging by the seriousness of Miss Y/l/n’s injuries it’s safe for me to assume we’re dealing with some sort of abuse here?”  

“Sherlock Holmes everybody.” Jake scoffed. “Listen, all due respect, but she won’t be alone for a second while she’s here.” Jake wasn’t asking the doctor to grant them a special pass, he was telling him. Doctor Sullivan simply nodded. He knew there was no reason to fight Jake on this one. They were gonna do what they wanted to do and no one was going to get in the way of that. 

“I’ll have my chief sign off on an extenuating circumstances case order and liaise with whatever investigation is currently being conducted.” Doctor Sullivan nodded. “I’ll send someone to get you all shortly.” 

“Thanks Doc, really appreciate it.” Bradley thanked Doctor Sullivan as he shook his hand, sitting down to patiently wait for the moment he could see you again. His heart had never hurt this much before. He wanted to cry but he was sure that he had nothing left in the tank. “I’m gonna kill him.” 

“Get in line.” Jake added. He was seething, his anger threatening to consume every fibre of his being. “Fuckers gonna be breathing through a tube, if I had known what he did, I would have killed him.”

“Rhett’s coming.” Bob piped up from his own seat, Rooster didn’t know who he was talking about. “He can stay with Felix while you guys sort Jaidyn out and take care of Odette.” 

“Who’s Rhett?” Rooster asked with a confused look smeared across his face. Jake answered for Bob knowing he wasn’t all that keen on airing his shit out. 

“Bob's brother.” 

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“Get your fucking hands off me!” Jaidyn spat as he was shoved into one of the holding cells at the North Island police station. “Are you fucking kidding me!” 

“Sir, calm down—you’re being detained for an incident that occurred this morning.” 

“You mean the innocent where I had the shit best out of me!?” Jaidyn shouted at the police officer who stood behind the other side of the bars. “I was beaten—“ 

“It was a provoked attack, we have video evidence to back the charges.” The officer explained before he turned on his heels, leaving Jaidyn to sit and stew in his own thoughts about how the fuck he was going to get the hell out of this. 

“Who took the video?” Jaidyn shouted down the hall at the police officer who had nearly rounded the corner.

“I’m not at liberty to discuss the identity of the woman who handed in that evidence.” Was all Jaidyn got in response before the officer had disappeared. Jaidyn knew exactly who he was talking about. 

“That fucking bitch.” Jaidyn remarked. It was the woman who stabbed his fucking tiers. He knew it. Amilia didn’t know it, but she had a target on her back as big as you did. As big as Jake and as big as Bradley. “That stupid fucking bitch—“ 

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Rhett Abbott hated flying. Which was incredibly ironic considering what his brother did for a living. He sat in the middle aisle of a plane he swore looked like it came straight out of the eighties and kicked himself for dropping everything he had going for himself because of one phone call. 

Rhett didn't even ride. He was so distracted by Bob's calls that he couldn't focus. He knew if he got on the back of that bull he’d come off in a split second. Unable to hold onto whatever shot at victory he had. Rhett used to look up at night and wonder about his place in the stars, but all he seemed to do these days was look down–and worry about his place on the dirt. He was going nowhere and he knew it. 

As he turned his phone on aeroplane mode and readjusted himself, Rhett wondered if San Diago would be an escape he needed. Perhaps Bob wasn't just reaching out for help, maybe he was inadvertently extending a hand to Rhett, to pull him from the vortex that was Wabang Wyoming.

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When one of the nurses on shift had come to get Bradley and Jake, it was Amilia who thought it would be a good idea for her and Bob to let them have a moment alone with you. 

“Hey Bob, I'm kinda tired, Do you wanna come grab a coffee with me?” She asked softly, Bradley knew exactly what she was doing, so did Bob, it went straight over Jakes head though–but he didn't care all that much if Amilia wanted to be here or not, all he cared about as soon as the nurse had come and told them they could finally see you was that he got to do just that. 

“Sure.” Bob nodded, he collected his things, pocketing his phone but only after checking in to see if rhett had messaged him. Still nothing. 

“We’ll uh, catch up with you guys later.” Amilia pressed her lips together before she and Bob took off in the direction of the entrance. Leaving Bradley and Jake to face the harsh reality of jaidyn’s handy work themselves. It was probably for the best this way. 

“Oh my god.” Bradley had seen what you looked like in the janitors closet, so his reaction was nowhere near as confronting as Jakes. “He did that to her?” Jake asked, it was a stupid question he already knew the answer to as he walked closer to your bedside. “Y/n–” Seeing you like this, so fragile and broken in a god damn hospital made Jake realise the only person he let down more than you was your daughter.

“She's gonna be out for a few hours still.” The nurse spoke up from her spot by the door. “Make yourselves as comfortable as you can though.” Soon enough it was just Jake and Bradley staring at you as you lay sleeping, high off your face on copious amounts of painkillers in a hospital bed. Battered and bruised. Beaten nearly to death.

“I can't imagine what would have been going through her mind when she was in there.” Jake spoke quietly as he stroked the pad of his thumb across your swollen cheek. “Probably thought that no one was coming.” It was a dig at himself. 

“Cyclone said that there's footage.” Bradley spoke as he sat down in the chair beside your bed, watching the rise and fall of your chest. “He didn't think to check for a camera like he had in her hanger, this could be what puts him behind bars.” 

“He’d wanna hope so–” Jake hissed. “Because if I ever see that fucker again ill put him in the ground.” 

“Dot cant see her mum like this Jake.” Bradley couldn't take his eyes of you as he spoke. He was too afraid that if he did you'd stop breathing. “Look at her, she's a mess–it'll do more damage than good, to the both of them.” 

“We’ll do shifts, she needs us to be as reliable as rain in Seattle.” Jake knew where this conversation was going, so he bit the bullet before Rooster even needed to plead his case. “I know how you feel, and I know my place in all this mess.” He explained, pushing your hair behind your ear. “You decide what you wanna do and I'll follow your lead.” 

“I'm not Odette's dad, Jake.” 

“You’re the closest thing she's got to one, so you decide, if you wanna be here i'll look after Dot, if you wanna look after Dot i'll be here, but she needs someone here with her all the time.” 

“I feel like I can't breathe.” Bradley held a hand to his chest as his eyes welled with tears, Jake moved around to the side of the bed Rooster sat beside and placed a firm hand on his shoulder from behind. “She's the love of my life man, they both are.” 

“I meant what I said when I said she deserves the world Bradshaw, and if I know anyone deserving of her, I'm looking at him.” Jake recited what he’d told Bradley in the very beginning. “So we’ll both sit here, formulate a schedule, and figure out where we go from here so when Y/n wakes up, she knows that Dots all taken care of.” 

“Its gonna break her fucking heart that she won’t be able to see her.'' Bradley knew how you would react. You'd done so much to protect her and now you wouldnt even hold your daughter. “She's gonna flip.” 

“I'd rather have her flip out on us and be safe and in the care of doctors and nurses who want to help then have her traumatise her own daughter, because right now she looks like Frankenstein's bride.” 

“Don't let her hear you say that.” Bradley chuckled to himself as Jake tapped his best friend's shoulder, knowing that they were both over exhausted and struggling to stay awake. 

“I'll just tell her you said it.” Jake teased before making his way over to the other vacant chair in the corner of the room. “While she's indisposed we should start moving her shit into your house so when she's discharged you can take her and Dot home where they belong.”

“You think she’d be alright with that?” Bradley asked as he kissed the palm of your hand, holding it between his hands as he brought it up to his cheek. “And since when have you been so okay with her moving in?” Jake didn't answer straight away as he unbuttoned his flight suit, tied the arms around his waist and sat with an exaggerated sigh. 

“Since you chose her above everything else.”

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[nicolesainz]

Under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow (MM7)

Mason Mount x f!reader

Summary: You and Mason have been ride or dies since day 1. Spent every holiday together and sometimes even being each others gifts when separated. This Christmas, Santa will gift Mason something dreamy but definitely something he had been wishing for ages.

Author's note: I haven't written about Mason in quite some time and something festive will definitely lighten up the spirts. Hope you enjoy!

"It's definitely more chilly up here than in London." Y/n says, hugging herself tighter around the warm jacket Mason gave her. It is the first Christmas that she and Mason will spent apart. His family will drive to Manchester and she will be in London with hers. No family meet ups like the old days.

"I told you so. Now let's go inside before you catch a cold and then I hate myself for making you sick during Christmas." He took her hand and led both of them inside his warm house.

Mason's entire front and back yard was decorated with beautiful multicolored lights and small fake gifts with golden ribbons inside many of Santa's sleighs. The inside though was even more majestic. He wanted to make this christmas feel more like the ones in London so he borrowed a few decorations from his mother's house. A classic Santa doll that wishes you 'merry christmas' every time one opens the door, many fairy lights around the ceiling, a sparkling tree full of small stars, red, white, blue and green ornaments.

"Winter Wonderland is nothing compared to this, Mase." Y/n sits and admires the beauty of his house, whilst Mason admires Y/n's beauty from afar.

"Always an ass kisser, Y/n. But thank you" Mason says teasingly, earning a light shove from an equally giggling Y/n.

"It's true, your house looks wonderful. Just like your mother's during this time of the year."

"I was feeling nostalgic, I am not gonna lie, so I asked Lewis to send me some of mum's stuff. I asked her first and she was pleased that I would eventually decorate."

"Why? Were you not planning on decorating?"

"Nah, not really. I was not very in the mood but I didn't want to be a Grinch either so I asked Marcus and Luke to help me out with the lights. The rest I did it by myself followed by some music."

Mason didn't want to admit that he hated being away from his family and her. One of the things he regretted with his transfer was having to move from London to Manchester. Leaving behind 24 years, full of memories and heartfelt moments.

Leaving Y/n behind hurt him even more than it hurt her. As he was driving to his new home back in August, he was crying the entire time. He wished things were better for him at Chelsea so he wouldn't have to turn upside down his entire life.

"I could have helped you. I am one call away Mase. I will always be available, whenever you need me." She goes close to him and pulls him into a tight hug. Mason lets out a deep sigh and kisses the top of her head softly, thankful that she is in his life since day one.

As he is caressing her head, he looks up, just to notice a mistletoe with a note hanging alongside it. Mason squeezes his eyes to look more clearly at what the note is saying.

'Kiss her for the love of god' - L & M

Marcus and Luke knew how Mason truly felt about Y/n, the moment she unexpectedly showed up at Mason's first game with Manchester United. Once he realised she was in the crowd, his eyes sparked with happiness and was more than thankful that Ten Hag put him in the starting squad.

Mason had blurted out that he loved her during warn up, catching both of his teammates off guard. He had always loved her, just not romantically. He had to lose her from his side to realise that she was the one that kept his heart steady every time.

Every time Mason was heartbroken she would be the first to rush to his side in order to console him. Take care of him. Remind him that no matter what, she would never give up on him. For her, he was simply Mason. The sweet boy next door who became her lifelong partner after he has just moved from Portsmouth.

He was a 20 year old boy who back in 2020 was called up to represent his country in the Euros and then would jump and scream around the house as if he was 5 year old being given candy for the first time. He wasn't Mason Mount, the handsome, skillful footballer, wealthy and arrogant as most of the media presented him.

"You are the best thing in my life, Y/n. I seriously don't know what I would do if it wasn't for you. I wouldn't trade you for anything." Mason said with such ease but those words were tightening Y/n's chest. She had been madly in love with him since forever. Even when he was covered in mud, or missing a tooth from football practice, he was still making her heart beat faster than anyone else on the planet.

"Don't tell your parents but I am thankful that they moved from Portsmouth to London next to my house. Ever since we met my life has been better. And I would risk everything for you." And that's what made Mason feel guilty.

The fact that she had risked relationships, jobs, friendships, just to keep Mason in her life. No matter the cost her choice was always him. It was too late when he noticed that most of his girlfriends were taking him away from her, but she wouldn't say anything so not to interfere in his love life.

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"If you seriously don't kiss her the next time, I will kidnap her and drag her all the way to Manchester and force you to do so. You're missing on a big chance, mate!" Declan threatened over the phone with Lauren screaming that she agrees from behind.

"What if she's not feeling the same? I will look like the biggest loser on the planet. She will laugh at my face."

"Did you seriously think that THE Y/n, would ever laugh in your face? That woman straight up rejected Conor's flirting and stood him up on a date just because you had a fight with Chloe and after two hours you made up again."

"Are you and Ben in sync? He told me the same thing!"

"Because we were all there when she turned Conor down. Whoever you ask, Luke, Phil, Ben, Jack, they will tell you the same thing. Why do you never listen?"

“She’s just been here my entire life and I would hate myself if I ruined the special bond we have just because I let my emotions get the better of me” Mason takes into his hands a picture with the three of them back when him and Declan were at the Chelsea academy and Y/n had attended their game, taking a picture with the winners.

Y/n may have had both her arms around the two boy’s necks but her looks were solely focused on a long haired, sweaty and full blown red Mason. She was shorter than the two of them and yet that didn’t stop her from looking up to the man she loved.

“Ugh, I really hate that I have to do this, and if she finds out she will kill me but, Y/n confessed to me that she’s been in love with you a long time ago.” Declan says and Mason goes silent.

What does he mean by “a long time ago”?

“How long ago? And why was it only you?”

“Don’t hate me, but back in high school, when you were about to be loaned at Vitesse, she came at my house crying rivers and confessed that she’s been in love with you forever but refuses to tell you or make a move because she’s afraid of interfering in your life and messing with your head.” Mason was shocked to hear this statement from Declan.

He was just told that the girl of his dreams, who was quietly sitting away from all his previous relationships, been forced to remove herself from his life because of insecure girlfriends, was in love with him.

“I’m such an idiot. I’ve been hurting her for such a long time and yet she remained beside me through thick and thin.” There was an intense tightening once again in Mason’s heart, with the realization that he wasted all those years in girls that only seemed to seek him for his fame, money and good looks, instead of being with a woman who loved him when he had ‘nothing’ and was a little boy from Portsmouth with a big dream.

“I think now it’s also time to tell you that you practically ‘married’ her back when we were 9, so you’re not totally missing out” that comment made both Mason and Declan laugh hysterically and after a few moments they hung up.

It was time for Mason to make things right. No matter the cost.

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On Christmas Day the whole Mount family was gathered around a table, eating and enjoying their time, with the kids brightening up their day as always. Mason was sitting next to Summer who clearly wasn’t getting the entirety of her favorite uncle’s attention.

“Is everything okay uncle Masey?” The little girl asked whilst grabbing onto Mason’s hand, whilst the other was occupied by flinging with an envelope.

“Yes my darling. I’m sorry I haven’t asked you, how’s dinner? Enjoying my cooking skills?” He raised playfully an eyebrow, knowing that he wouldn’t be mad even if she answered negatively.

“I really like it! But maybe aunt’s Y/N a bit more” Summer said with a huge smile on her face. That kid was onto something, Mason said to himself.

“I’ll tell her you said that baby. I’m sure she’ll be very pleased to hear that.” Mason caressed her soft head and picked her up and placed her on his lap.

“Why isn’t she today with us? She’s usually eating here every time.”

He really didn’t that reminder today but how could’ve Summer known. She’s just a kid.

“She’s with her family back in London. She really wished she could make it but it’s very difficult.” Once more where he regretted the distance.

“So what’s that on your hand?” Summer was pointing at the envelope in between Mason’s fingers.

“It’s my letter to Santa. I was a nice boy this year so I think I deserve a gift, don’t you think?”

“I think that if Santa brought me a brand new dollhouse than he will bring what you want too!” She was clapping in confidence.

“I hope you’re right Summer. I’m counting on it!”

“What did you ask for?”

Mason sighed and replied “Your aunt Y/n. She’s been my only wish this year.”

“I’m sure Santa will bring her here with his sleigh before he goes back to Lapland.”

Mason giggled with Summer’s comment and before he could pick up the glass of wine, the doorbell rang.

That was quite unexpected.

“Are you waiting for anyone dear?” His mother Debbie asked.

“Uh, none that I think of” he walks up to the door, opens it and in front of his eyes, Y/n is revealed, carrying a bunch of bags with candy and gifts for everyone but most importantly a massive, beautiful smile plastered on her face.

Mason picked her up, despite the weight from everything she was carrying and held her firmly inside his arms, refusing to let go. He was over the moon.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re here! How-uh,when, what?” He was at a loss of words. Very thankful she was in Manchester but questioning as to why she’s not in London with her family.

“Wait, first of all, Merry Christmas everyone. I couldn’t spend this holiday without seeing my favorite family or bringing any gifts.” She said to the entirety of the table, whilst everyone was coming to greet her.

Summer ran into her grasp and hugged her as tight as she could with her little arms. Y/n picked the young girl up and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Did Santa bring you here with his sleigh?”

“Well in fact yes he did Summer. Hence why I’m carrying all those gifts!” She played along with the whole Santa act.

“Uncle Masey, your wish did come true. See? She’s here! You can be with auntie now!” The little girl screamed at her uncle and Mason’s face turned instantly red. He was caught red handed.

“What wish?” Y/n looks at the both of them confused and baffled.

“Uncle Masey said that his only wish this year was you. And Santa did grant it!”

Y/n couldn’t tell whether Summer had misinterpreted what Mason had probably said or was in fact saying 100% what he mentioned before.

“Baby, would you mind, leaving us alone for a couple of minutes? I need to speak to your auntie” Mason asked softly and Summer nodded.

“Of course. Go play with your toy.”

Mason took Y/n’s hand and led the both of them to the living room away from the noises of the Christmas table.

“There are a few things I need to say and please be patient but first, why are you here?” He needed to know why she drove all the way to Manchester. Why she was sacrificing time with her family?

“I am in love with you Mason. It took me 24 years to say it because that’s how long I’ve loved you. I never once experienced this feeling with any other man and no one could ever make me feel special or appreciated like you did. I was saving money to travel to the Netherlands just to see you play and then fly back to England the same day. I always lied when I said I was staying at a motel. It didn’t matter than you were in love with someone else, as long as you were, that was making me more than happy even though it pained me to see that I couldn’t be the one from who you were receiving the love.”

If Mason threw out there the whole ‘marriage’ thing Declan said to him, he would take the both of them away to a chapel and marry her in the blink of an eye. That’s how much he loved her. Instead of scaring her away by remembering something that happened all those years ago, he limited himself.

“I don’t know why it took this transfer to realize that the only person in my life that I truly want to be next to me, is you. In all my girlfriends I was looking for traits that only you had and yet I couldn’t find them. Because none of them could compare to you. You are unique and irreplaceable. That’s why I love you. It had always been you and yet I was too blind to realize and see for myself. Y/n it broke my heart to pieces when I was moving my stuff from London to Manchester and I was crying all the way up here. I didn’t want to celebrate Christmas because it would be the first that I wasn’t going to spend with you. You are all I need”

Mason felt a weight being lifted off of him after this confession. Now, not only was Y/n full blown red as well, but also crying with his statement. Her heart was beating so fast and was filled with excitement after what Mason had just confessed.

“Are you willing to fight all odds, beat the distance and be my girlfriend? I promise to take care of you no matter the cost. I promise to give you all the love that I should’ve given you years ago. I promise to appreciate you every second of the day. Only if you let me.” Mason took her hands into his, tangling them up, playing with the promise ring he gave her and was always wearing.

“I am more than willing! I was always ready and I want to love you unconditionally Mason. I want to give you all my love. Yes, I want to be your girlfriend!” She jumps into his arms and Mason closes entirely the gap between them by finally kissing her under the mistletoe. A kiss full of love and pure affection.

“I think by default, this is the best Christmas ever!” Mason says, laughing his heart out.

“You forget the Christmas back when we were 9, when we got ‘married’. Nothing tops that!” Y/n fired back and kisses Mason once more.

“Never say never baby.”

[watermelonsugacry]

SORRY TO BOTHER!! But i cant stop thinking about band member y/n just being a young pop star like all of the boys, going out to parties together, and sometimes hook ups with random people. harry does it too and so does other band members, its never a big secret between them all but imagine harry walking into y/n's hotel room after a night out to check up on her and seeing a guy leave her room with a few of his belongings packed in his arms.. IDK i feel like harry would just get so jealous and get pissed off really easily by anything and anyone for the rest of the day but not know why and having to try keep his cool

stooooop because when this happened the first time in 2013, he was so heartbroken about the whole thing.

Like he just closed his hotel door behind him when he stops in his tracks as he spots a man closing YN's door that's across the hall from his room. The man doesn't even have his socks on and holds his black denim jacket and sleek Chelsea boots in his arms. The bloke looks up and he's a deer in headlights.

After a beat of awkward silence, the guy clears his throat, throwing a nod in the pop star's direction as he heads down the hall, "Sup, man."

"Sup," Harry furrows his eyebrows at the brunette stranger and looks towards his bandmate's hotel door. The crease in between his eyebrows when he knocks on her door, taking a glance down the hallway.

"Morning, babe," YN beams at her bandmate and his eyes immediately go towards her messy bedhead and the way she bites at her swollen bottom lip. "Was just gonna make a cuppa tea, want one?"

He follows her inside and sees the way she practically floats into the small connected kitchen. The oversized t-shirt she's wearing has her reaching up to cover her exposed shoulder and he has to look away when she reaches up to grab a mug to avoid his gaze from falling to the bottom of her short pj shorts.

Harry leans his hip against the kitchen island and awkwardly clears his throat, "So...how was your night?"

He doesn't know why he feels the boiling heat of jealousy at the pit of his stomach at the sound of her giggling to herself when it would usually cause the familiar flutter of butterflies.

"Satisfying."

He's grateful when she hands him his mug, already prepared just the way he likes it, as he has something to grip his fidgety fingers onto.

"And you?" YN asks into the rim of her mug.

"Oh, same yeah," Harry lies, knowing full well that he slept alone in his king sized bed the entire night. "But judging by your mood, this lad must have been something else, huh?"

He doesn't know why he's torturing himself further by wanting to know more about her night. It's an odd itch that he has to scratch even if the mere thought of someone touching, kissing, licking at his crush the way he wishes makes him want to drive his fist through the nearest wall.

"He was..." YN bites her lip in an attempt to tame her smile, shaking her head as she gets lost in her thoughts. "Let's just say that he knew what he was doing. Oh, but m'sure you don't wanna hear all of the details—"

"I don't mind," Harry casually shrugs his shoulders, hoping to pull off a cool demeanor. "We are friends, lovie."

"Curiosity killed the cat, Harry," She warns with a tempting smirk.

"Yeah but satisfaction brought it back, didn't it?"

There are two knocks on the door before the sound of the keycard beep is faintly heard.

"Rise and shine, YN—oh, hey Harry," Emma, her personal stylist, smiles as she walks into the room. "Sorry, bub, but you gotta head out. I need to get YN ready for a day full of interviews today. Go get ready with the rest of the boys, H. Now shoo."

With a final small smile her way, he says, "Thanks for the tea, lovie," before making his way out. When he enters the chatty hotel suite where the rest of the band has already started to get ready for the day, their stylists and other team members walking around the room, the crease between his eyebrows returns. It stays there for the rest of the day and when asked about his unusually quiet mood by the other boys, he shakes them off with a muttered, "M'fine."

YN plops down on the couch and once they hear the door softly close, Emma begins to take out some potential heel choices from her suitcase.

"So...how was your night?" Emma inquires.

"Disappointing," YN rubs her face before pushing her messy hair back. "Had to finish meself off, as per usual."

"Oh, m'sorry, love. I always hope these lads would be different. Well, at least you didn't say Harry's name like last time."

"Hey, that was one time," YN points out with a knowing look. "And the bloke was too drunk to even notice. All of which stays between us, Em."

"No need to remind me, I know, I know," Emma reassures the young woman before her with a sigh. "But that bloke in the elevator did look an awful lot like—"

"Don't," YN quickly interrupts.

There's a pregnant pause before the two women share a look and burst out into girlish giggles.

[cfcalcaraz]

Hiya!! Can u please write one where Mason is sad because of all the problems at the club, and Y/N can't stand seeing him like that, so she takes him on a date after training and treats him like he would treat her until he's feeling much better, just a fluffy thingy🥺🥺

self care - mm

summary: it upset you to see Mason dwelling over the hate he’d been receiving from the media, so you felt it was necessary for you to spoil him a little

author: i changed it up a little but i hope you like it!

warnings: man city

you looked over at the scoreboard, 6 extra minutes on the clock. Man City 1-0 Chelsea. you cursed under your breath as you knew what the outcome of this match was going to be. Mason had told you about how he was determined to start playing better following the rumors of him being transferred elsewhere next transfer window, but it didn’t seem like the crowd was happy with any of the guys’ performances today. as the game ended, Mason walked into the tunnel immediately, wanting to escape the public eye. you wanted to give him some space so you decided to just head home.

you sat there in your living room contemplating what you could do to make Mason feel better. he’d done so much for you, but you just felt like you weren’t able to reciprocate that same energy back. as you were deep in thought, you heard the front door open. Mason made his way over to the couch next to you and plopped down. he rested his head on your shoulder not wanting to be anywhere else at that moment. “you tried your best, Mase, that’s all that matters”. you gripped his hand as you attempted to comfort him. “but my best isn’t even good enough”. he hid his face in the crook of your neck as he slumped even more into you, which made you think he might’ve been tired. you hated seeing him like this and you were willing to do anything to make him feel better. “Masey, it’s only 6:30, you can’t be falling asleep yet. how bout we have a little self-care sesh together to lighten the mood?”. he looked up at you and just smiled. “sure. that would be nice”. 

you began setting up the bathtub and getting your favorite face masks out for you and Mason to use. “Mason! come here! i’ve got to put this on your face”. he walked into the bathroom, and the sight of you excitedly getting everything ready made him smile. “okay, come here. i’m gonna put this clay mask on your face”. Mason leaned on the countertop so you’d be able to put the mask all over his face. you both put cute little bunny headbands on and then applied the masks. you got one of your favorite bath bombs out to show Mason how awesome they look in the water. “Mason, look! isn’t that so pretty?”. you were so in awe of the bath bomb that you hadn’t even noticed Mason staring you down. “y/n, you know you’re really cute when you’re focused”. you smiled over at him and grabbed his hand. “let’s get inside the tub, shall we?”. 

you rested your back against Mason’s chest as you both sat there and just talked. you tried talking to him about everything that’s not football related to let him get his mind off the topic and just relax. you guys talked about all the places you wanted to visit in the near future and what your plans for the summer were. after a little while you just closed your eyes and rested your head against his chest. “i love you, y/n. i don’t know what i’d do without you sometimes”. you looked up at Mason and pressed a kiss against his cheek. “i love you too, Mase. you’re too kind”. 

as you two got out of the bathtub and began getting ready for bed, you couldn’t help but notice the shift in his mood since earlier. Mason had actually looked quite happy now. by the time you got to your room, Mason had already been in bed. you slipped inside the blankets next to him and laid your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. you looked up at his face, mesmerized by how pretty he was, even while half asleep. “Mason, baby”. he tilted his head down to face you, his eyes still quite not open as he hummed in response. “i know things at the club have been tough lately and you don’t communicate much about these kinds of things, but just remember i’m always here for you. i don’t wanna see you suffer in silence and i hope you know i’ll always be by your side”. he pressed a kiss onto your forehead and smiled. “i appreciate you very much and thank you for being here for me”. he yawned, his voice still raspy. “but i’m extremely tired, babe. let’s sleep, yeah?”. “of course, goodnight Mase”. he was too tired to speak another word so he just pulled you in tighter as you both drifted off to sleep. 

[losfacedevil]

Let Me Love You // Jake Kiszka

a/n~ Let’s try this again SHALL WE?! Either tumblr did me dirty or ya girl doesn’t know how to simple copy and paste lmao. Repost as last nights copy was missing literally half of the damn fic!  Word Count: 3K

Backyard barbecues were not your thing - especially if the Kiszka boys were involved. But somehow you had let them convince you to come hang out because ‘food and drinks would be involved’ and ‘Bree said she’d come too!’ Rolling your eyes you looked out over their backyard - somehow the one to run inside for a drink refill - as Josh and Sammy rough housed in the pool. 

“They’re gonna kill themselves.” You sang, no one around to hear you as you tucked three coronas between your arm and rib cage, gently grabbing the other two as you pushed your way out of the door and onto their back patio. 

“Boys I’m not gonna be the one to call 911 if you drown. Cut the shit.” You giggled, watching as the boys came to a complete stop, Josh’s hands on the top of Sammy’s head as he attempted to dunk the younger boy under water for the fifth time. 

“Always the mom.” Jake chuckled, putting his book down as you placed the round of drinks down, sliding a cold Corona in front of him.  “Well I’m definitely not going to be the one to call your mom when they kill each other, are you?” You quipped, popping open your beer, taking a swig and making a face, definitely not a favorite.  “No way, she might kill me for letting them kill each other.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle as Josh got his way, dunking his younger brother under the water once more; a scream sounding like that of a banshees erupting from his chest. 

“Joshua!” You yelled, stepping closer to the railing that surrounded the patio, his laugh echoing off of the trees that stood beyond their back yard. Your book lay discarded on the lawn swing down by the pool where you had originally been sat next to Jake; Bree now sitting there watching as her boyfriend was effectively being drowned by his older brother.  “Babyface you better go get your man before you don’t have a man anymore.” You yelled, placing your beer down on the railing as you leaned over trying to get her attention.  “Nu uh! That’s his battle to fight, Josh might get me next.” She giggled, throwing a lone football that sat on the ground beside her feet into the pool; almost hitting Josh in the head. 

Another giggle slipped past your lips, picking the beer back up and making your way back to the table, perching on the edge of the chair next to Jake. His eyes wandered a bit, dancing up the expanse of your bare legs; a blank expression on his face as his thoughts ran wild. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and rest a hand on your knee, to let his thumb dance over the crest of your knee; but held back unsure of how you would react. Your eyes landed on his shoe of choice, quirking up an eyebrow before pointing down at his feet. 

“Chelsea boots? For a cook out? Living on the edge there, Jake.” He chuckled, kicking his foot out and looked down, tapping the back of your flip flop as he did so.  “Perfect footwear, wouldn’t have it any other way.” You rolled your eyes, he always had some sort of smart remark. 

Leaning back in the chair you got comfortable, crossing your legs at the knee as your eyes danced over the boys who were clambering out of the pool. Josh’s entire body shook as the cool afternoon breeze blew past him, snatching the towel Sam had picked up off of his shoulders. The younger boy whipped around, hands thrown up in a fighting stance as Josh laughed, running out of Sam’s reach. 

“What the hell, where’s yours?” Josh shrugged, laughing as he toweled off his damp hair.  “I never grabbed one, sorry Sammy boy.” He taunted, dancing in front of Sam as he wrapped the towel around his waist.  “Children! Babyface get yo boy a dang towel, please.” 

You couldn’t help the laughter that erupted from your chest as the boys chased each other around the yard, always kids at heart when they’re around each other. Jake cleared his throat, tossing back the last of his beer before sliding the empty bottle across the table, watching as it collided with the spine of his book. 

“What’re you up to later?” Jakes voice was soft and airy, dancing away on the midafternoon breeze as quickly as it left his mouth. You cocked your head to the side, turning your attention to him as he reached up pulling his shoulder length hair into a faux bun at the nape of his neck.  “Hmm?” He nodded, jutting his chin out to indicate the group now sitting on the lawn swing with Bree.  “After this, what’re you up to after you leave? I know this isn’t really your cup of tea.” You shrugged, tossing back the rest of your beer before sliding the empty bottle onto the table next to his.  “I don’t know, might just go home and try to finish my book. Unless Bree has something in mind.” You eyes wandered down to the group on the swing, Bree sat with her head on Sam’s shoulder, ankles tangled with his.  “I think I heard Sam ask her to stay with him tonight.” Jake shrugged, eyes dancing around the yard, trying to find something to rest his gaze on that wasn’t you.  “Babyface, why you hate me?! You ditching me for Sammy boy tonight?!” You yelled, standing and making your way over to the railing to better see what they were doing.  “I’m sorry! He asked.” She shrugged, turning her attention back to whatever story he was telling.  “Not fair, what am I supposed to do tonight?” You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, arms crossing over your chest. A mischievous look crossed her face as she sat up, turning her body to face you.  “Hang out with your boyfriend! He’s been shooting heart eyes your way all afternoon.” She called, pursing her lips together and making kissing noises.  “Ew Josh, I thought we had this conversation, not interested!” You giggled, watching as his mouth popped open into a stunned expression as he reached over, smacking Bree in the knee. 

You turned back around, making your way back to where you were initially sitting, eyes falling on Jake as he stood, collecting the few empty beer bottles before stepping into the house. You thought nothing of it as your eyes fell on the latest novel he was reading, picking the book up and reading the summary of the story on the back. 

Jake watched through the window as you thumbed through his book, eyes dancing across the pages as you flipped them quickly not really reading what it had to offer. He couldn’t help but admire the way the late afternoon sun danced across your sun kissed skin, every last freckle on full display across your pink tinted cheeks. How you pulled you leg up like a flamingo as you concentrated on a certain page you had landed on, the words fully engaging you as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth nibbling on the skin. How the corners of your mouth turned up into a grin as Bree passed you, shoving you gently causing you to stumble into your chair. 

“Stop sending her heart eyes and use your big boy words.” Bree mumbled, shoulder checking Jake as she made her way to the bathroom, shooting him a sly smile over her shoulder and she shut the door behind her.  

Jake shook his head, clearing the fog from his mind and he placed the empty bottles in the sink. Rolling his head side to side he rolled his shoulder back in one swift move, shimmying his shoulders before he stepped back outside, eyes landing on you as you continued to thumb through his book. 

“It can’t be that interesting, I’m struggling to get through it honestly.” You dropped the book, a soft gasp slipping past your lips as you turned to face him.  “It’s semi-interesting, I could probably get into it. I didn’t know murder mysteries were your thing.” You shrugged, eyes falling back onto the cover of the book.  “They’re not. The cover looked interesting and has taught me the whole never judge a book by its cover thing works in many situations.” He chuckled, gaze trained on his boots.  “You’re not wrong, the cover definitely piqued my interest. But the summary on the back was kind of a turn off.” You shrugged, making a face at Bree as she made her way out of the house and back down to where Sam sat.  “Cute.” Jakes voice was barely a whisper, almost not there as it danced away on a breeze. You cocked your head to the side, running your hand back through your loose curls.  “What was that?” You were sure you knew what had been said but decided to play dumb, hoping that maybe he’d repeat what he said. He shrugged, looking over his shoulder at the door to the patio that sat slightly ajar.  “Did someone go inside?” You quirked an eyebrow, giggling as you shook your head, turning your back to Jake.  “It’s just the ghost, Jake. I’ll think you’ll be okay.” 

He watched you as your sauntered over to the railing once again, leaning up against it and resting your head in your hands. His eyes traveled along your body, dancing slower the closer he got to your bare legs taking in every inch of them. You spun quickly, hands coming to rest on the railing as you jumped, swinging your body to sit up on the railing, legs crossed at the ankles. 

“Take a picture it’ll last longer. But like I mean they’re just legs, you have a set of them too.” You giggled, shaking Jake out of his thoughts as a deep red blush crept up his neck to his cheeks. Jake shook his head, stepping a little bit closer to where you now sat, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.  “No idea what you’re talking about, Bug. I think you’re imagining things.” The giggle that escaped you sounded almost manic, one that let everyone know the alcohol may be dancing a little heavier though your system.  “And I’m the Queen. Question!” You turned your head, eyes dancing through the trees and greenery that sat just beyond their property line a whole different adventure seemingly right at their fingertips.  “Answer?” Jake side stepped, resting his hands on the railing dangerously close to your hip, leaning over the railing to see the others had taken off elsewhere.  “Where’d they all go?” He asked, eyes dancing around the yard, hopeful they hadn’t left the two of you alone. “That sounds more like a question. But listen, have y’all ever explored out there? Gone on a hike?” You asked, turning your head so your face was right next to his, your eyelashes could have tickled the apple of his cheek had you leaned forward a centimeter more.  “Yeah, we used to go out there all the time as kids. There’s a rope swing out there somewhere. But we haven’t been out there in years.” Jake shrugged, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear as his eyes danced up the clearly worn footpath. 

Jake turned his head not realizing how close in proximity you were to him. His breath caught in his throat, eyes growing wide as he realized how his nose brushed against yours gently, your eyes fluttering shut at the sudden contact. Jake swallowed hard, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, he let the intrusive thoughts win as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Let’s go on an adventure.” Jake whispered, rubbing his pinky against the side of your bare thigh. You didn’t realize that you had been holding your breath, your chest starting to burn with the lack of oxygen.  “Into the woods?” Your voice was barely a whisper as you fought air into your lungs.  “Let’s go find the swing we put out there, it’ll be fun.” He chuckled, pushing off of the railing, holding his hand out to help you jump down off of the railing. 

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You sighed as you followed Jake up the hill and into the trees, watching as he reached a hand out to run across the trunk of the nearest tree. A smile danced across his face as the memories started to play in his mind, eyes dancing up to the leaf covered sky. 

“We used to lose Sammy in here all the time when we were little, but don’t tell mom that. She might kill us for that even now.” Jake chuckled, spinning on his heel. He continued walking backwards, eyes fully on you and your eyes danced around the woods, focusing on a hole in one of the trees. You pointed upwards, a smile on your face as your eyes found Jakes.  “Betcha a raccoon lives up there. It looks big enough for a whole family.”  The excitement in your voice was endearing, warming his heart as you spoke about the different animals you imagined lived out in the woods. He chuckled as you ran ahead of him, pointing out a wood pecker sat high up on the tree hammering away.  “Look how cool! Is that what we hear all the time? Jake look how cool!” 

Your eyes found his for the first time since entering the woods, a look of curiosity and adoration dancing across his face. He had stopped walking, leaning against a tree with his hands shoved in his pockets as he watched you, the awe and enchantment in your demeanor enough to make his heart explode. You stopped in your tracks, hands bunching up in the bottom of your tank top as you suddenly became self conscious. 

“What?” You asked, eyes suddenly cast downward as if his stare was too much. He couldn’t help the smile that played on his lips, pushing his sunglasses back up his nose as he kicked off of the tree, walking closer to where you stood.  “What, what?” He retorted, shrugging his shoulders as if to shove his hands deeper into his pockets.  “You’ve been looking at me like that all day. Something on your mind?” Your tone was inquisitive, cursing the sunglasses he donned on his nose for hiding his chocolate button eyes. He shrugged, jutting his chin out over your shoulder.  “Found the swing, cmon.” He chuckled, changing the subject as he reached out for your hand. Carefully, you slipped your hand into his, letting him guide you to the swing.  “Dad built this for us when we were like six, let me push you.” You slid onto the wooden seat, hands wrapping securely around the rope that held the swing together. 

Jake let his hands rest against your shoulders briefly, thumbs rubbing against the sides of your neck before letting his hands travel down to the middle of your back, pushing gently to give your the momentum to get the swing going. You let your mind wander, giggling as butterflies erupted in your tummy; both from the height you were starting to gain as well as from his hands gently caressing your back with each gentle push forward he gave you.

“Answer my question, Jake.” You called on a down swing, watching as he walked in front of you.  “What question?” He quipped, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you swing, losing momentum on every downswing. Pushing your legs out in front of you, you tried to slow the momentum even further.  “ I said, you’ve been looking at me like that all day. Something on your mind?” You asked again. 

Jake stepped fully in front of you on another downswing, pointing towards the ground in a silent signal to drop your legs. Doing as you were asked you bent your legs at the knee as he came closer, gripping the ropes of the swing and bringing you to a halt. A gasp escaped you as you came to an abrupt stop, sliding forward of off the seat into his body. 

“Looking at you like what?” He asked, his voice light and airy as he walked forward, leveling the swing before letting go of the ropes. You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders.  “I think Bree called it heart eyes? I knew she wasn’t talking about Josh but he’s easy to rile up and his reactions are hilarious.” You crossed your legs at the ankles, too short to rest your feet on the ground as you gauged his reaction. A deep red began to creep up his neck once more, settling in the apples of his cheeks as he looked away, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.  “Let me love you.” His voice was barely a whisper, eyes trained everywhere but your eyes. 

Your breath caught in your throat, unsure you had heard what he said correctly. He turned to face you, sunglasses perched lower on his nose. His eyes spoke what his mouth couldn’t, eyes lust blown as he tested the waters, reaching up and running a thumb along your cheekbone. 

“What was that?” Your voice just above a whisper, threatening to crack as you pushed past the lump in your throat.  “I said, let me love you, like you deserve to be loved.” Jakes eyes never left yours, reaching both hands out to cup your cheeks, thumbs running soothingly along your cheek bones.  “Jake.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, cocking your head to the side as he leaned forward, noses gently rubbing for the second time. He pulled a sharp intake of breath through his nose, deliberately brushing his lips against yours causing an electric shock to shoot down your spine.  “Kiss me?” It was more of a demand than a question, hands finding purchase on Jakes side and pulling him to stand between your legs.  “Gladly.”

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Hearts Aflame

Chapter 5

Start from the beginning here.

(Chapter four) (Chapter six)

Firefighter!Danny x fem!reader

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: fluff, drinking, oral(m rec), unprotected sex, more fluff, and I think that’s it.

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Dress nice. That was the only hint you had been given about your date with Danny, and it didn't feel like enough as you stared at the clothing options sprawled across your mattress. You picked up a maroon colored bodysuit with long sleeves and a deep, plunging neckline and smiled. This would not be something Danny would be expecting, and you knew you looked amazing in it. You put it on without a second thought, and paired it with a black pleather miniskirt, long gold necklaces, and a pair of black ankle boots. You left your hair down in loose voluminous waves, and added just enough makeup to make it look like you weren't wearing any. Your phone buzzed from its spot on the wireless charging pad.

Danny-Be there in a few to pick you up. I hope you're ready 😉

-Oh I'm ready, but idk if YOU are 😌

Before long, there was a gentle knock on the door. You took a deep breath before opening it, and smiled wide when you saw him. His mouth fell open at the sight of you, which made you blush a deep red. He was wearing a black and white floral button up shirt, that he had only buttoned 2/3 of the way up, a pair of tight, white pants, black Chelsea boots, and a black wide brimmed hat. "You look amazing!" He marveled, doing his best to be respectful by not glancing down too much or too long. Smokey came bounding over, jumping up and nearly knocking Danny over. The two of you laughed as he stepped inside, being sure to give Smoke plenty of attention.

"You're sweet," you smiled sweetly as you watched him love on the silly dog. "I need to take the pups out once more before we go, is that okay?" You asked nervously.

"That's totally fine! I'm gonna make a quick phone call, so take your time," he replied before watching you, the pups and Smokey head outside.

After a few minutes, everyone was ready to head inside—probably because is was already starting to get dark. "No, that's okay..thank you anyway," you heard as you walked back inside. He sounded sad and a bit defeated. You quickly put the puppies in their pen while Smokey made his rounds to check on the cat room.

"Everything okay?" You asked as you approached Danny. He let out a sigh and shoved his phone back in his pocket.

"Yeah, it just turns out that we might need reservations...and their next available date is a month from now," he shrugged and flashed you a crooked half smile.

"I guess I'll see you in a month then," you teased as you giggled to yourself. His mouth fell open and he feigned offense before erupting with laughter as well. "If we don't have plans tonight, I know somewhere we can go.." you added as you stepped closer to him. He smiled and hesitated before delicately placing his hands on your hips, smiling down at you while he waited for you to elaborate further. "I'm gonna change into jeans though, because it's kinda chilly," you smiled and twisted, slipping out of his grasp and disappearing into your bedroom to change.

When you made your way back into the living room, you found Danny and Smokey playing fetch with his stuffed duck, and your heart swelled with joy at the sight. "Hey, bud, you wanna go for a ride?" You asked with a smile that widened as both of their faces lit up.

"I mean, I know I said I wanted to take it slow...but if you're offering.." Danny replied cheekily and you picked up one of Smokes' stuffies to toss at his face. He held up his hands in defeat and the two of you bubbled with laughter. You picked up Smokey's harness and leash, and he stood as still as he could while you helped him into it. "Where are we going that we get to bring him with us?" Danny asked excitedly.

You passed him the leash, grabbing a coat off the hook by the door on your way out and draping it over your arm in case it got colder later. "I thought we could go to this little bar downtown. They have an outdoor patio and dog park," you explained as you climbed in his car.

The car ride was fairly uneventful, but Smokey loved every second of it. He held his head out the window letting his ears flap in the wind with his tongue hanging out. You glanced back up at Danny's profile to see him smiling at the dog in the rear view mirror. "He's such a goofball," he said softly, marveling at the silly pup. He took a breath like he was preparing to say something else, but he didn't.

When he pulled into the parking lot, you could see a few dogs running around outside, but it wasn't too busy. The two of you walked inside with Smokey trailing behind, sniffing everything he could. "Y/n! It's so good to see you! If you wanna head outside, Ashton will be out to help you in a few," the bartender called out over the music. You smiled and waved before hooking your arm in Danny's and leading him out the back door.

"I guess they know you here," he said softly, not doing well at hiding his nerves. It would be cute if you didn't feel the exact same. You were surprised you had managed to sleep at all last night after the kiss, and even now, every time you got too close to him it felt like your body was buzzing with electricity.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself after taking a seat at the table outside. "They're the sweetest people," you admitted, unhooking Smokey's collar as you continued, "They sponsor some adoptions and even host a few events here."

"That's so cool! Maybe we could host one at the fire station or something," he replied, and you tucked away that idea for a later date.

"Welcome to Fetch Bar, where we do make Fetch happen," a girl with bright blue hair pulled up into a bun, a couple of silver hoops on her right nostril, and a generous application of eyeliner said in an almost bored tone. "My name is Ashton and I'll be your server tonight. What can I get you started with?" She continued, and you smiled up at her then over to Danny, holding your breath to see who would go first.

"Do you have any specials or recommendations?" He asked, picking absentmindedly at the rolled napkin in front of him. Ashton launched into her spiel about the drink specials and you got lost in thought watching Danny listen. He smiled and nodded along, asking questions and laughing when the waitress did. You had been on some awful dates with some horrible men, but Danny was definitely not one of them. "I think I'll take one of those," he said finally, pulling you out of your daze. "What about you?" He asked, directing his attention to you fully.

"Uh, just make it two of those," you shrugged, not willing to admit you hadn't been listening. Danny quirked an eyebrow at you, almost looking impressed.

"Cool. I'll be right back with your drinks and a bowl for the dog," she said plainly before walking away.

"You have no idea what we ordered, do you?" He teased, giggling to himself. You narrowed your eyes, but couldn't bring yourself to blatantly lie. "You're so cute," he added quietly, blushing as he realized what he had said. Your face burned as you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers.

"You're cute," you replied nervously, glancing up at him before you lost your nerve. His smile widened even more and you couldn't help but mirror it. Ashton interrupted you when she dropped off two Mezcal Margaritas, and Danny giggled at the look of confusion on your face. "What is this?" You asked him once Ashton disappeared again.

"Just try it," he smirked, holding up his drink to cheers with yours. You took a deep breath, clinked your glass against his, and then took a sip. It was surprisingly smokey, but not bad..a bit heavy on the tequila, but seeing Danny smile at you expectantly was enough to make you smile and nod with a quiet 'mmm'.

The rest of the evening was filled with deep conversations, cheesy jokes, stolen touches and fairly innocent flirting. By the end, the two of you had scooted your chairs together to the point that your thighs were touching under the table. "What do you say we get out of here?" He asked with a mischievous grin.

"I say let's do it," you beamed at him happily. He raised his brows causing you to realize what you had said. "I mean we should go—I didn't.." you floundered but he just laughed, tossing his head back and gripping your knee gently to steady himself. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered, and you couldn't help but smile. You whistled to call Smokey back to you, and giggled as he came galloping over with his tongue hanging off to the side and ears flopping in the wind. You clipped his leash back on as Danny paid the tab, then the three of you loaded back into his car.

"Do you mind if we stop by my place?" He asked nervously as you both buckled in. "I wanna show you all the stuff I got for Smokey.." he admitted, glancing over to you quickly. Slightly embarrassed was a cute look on him.

"That sounds lovely," you replied with a sweet smile. The drive was short, but it felt even shorter from all the fun you had watching Danny sing along to the music on the radio. "I like this," you hummed along, trying to learn the words, which made him bubble with laughter.

"Yeah? I have the vinyl at home, you gotta hear it like that," he mused, turning back to the road. When you pulled into the driveway, your heart skipped a beat, remembering the last time you were here. You let out a shakey breath and forced a smile. He opened your door and held out his hand to help you climb out of his car. You smiled as he got Smokey unloaded and the three of you headed inside.

"Welcome home, Smokes," he said softly, gesturing towards the living room. The pup eagerly investigated and explored once he was off his lead. You hung up your coat on the hook by the door, slipping out of your shoes as Danny rifled through his vinyl collection and put on the artist you had heard in the car.

You noted the dog bed set up in the center of the living room piled high with a plethora of stuffed animals. "I wasn't sure where to find one like his duck.." Danny crinkled his nose with a slight frown.

"I guess Ducky will have to move in, too," you shrugged playfully. He stepped forward, closing the distance between you as the song you recognized began to play.

"Wanna dance?" He asked nervously, holding out his hand. You could see the slight tremble and hear it in his tone.

"I don't really know how," you admitted with pink cheeks.

"That's okay, it's easy...just take my hand and follow my lead," he whispered, holding out his hand cautiously. “Mom made me take more than a few dance lessons with my little sister growing up,” he blushed at the admission. You smiled and placed your hand in his, stepping forward as he placed his other hand on your hip. The music swelled and filled the room as the two of you swayed and twirled.

The excitement must have been too much because Smokey tried to join, resulting in Danny falling backwards onto the couch and pulling you on top of him. You landed straddling him with flushed cheeks and an eruption of laughter. Without giving yourself a chance to chicken out, you leaned in and kissed him. You parted your lips, sucking his lower lip between yours as the kiss deepened. He let out a quiet moan as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, letting it dance delicately with his. Another quiet moan had you coming up for air only to be pulled back in. His hands held your hips down onto his as your fingers tangled in his hair, his hat had gotten lost during the tumble. You could feel him hardening beneath you, and you eagerly ground against him in response.

He bit his lip watching you, and breathlessly said, "Y/n, we've gotta stop—"

"Don't wanna stop," you whined, interrupting him as you peppered his jaw with kisses. He kept his eyes on you as you began unbuttoning his shirt even further. For a brief moment, you were mortified when you realized he may not want to continue, and wasn't just being a gentleman. "Unless you don't want to.." you offered an out, holding your breath and hoping he'd decline. He reached up, caressing your face gently as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You placed your hand on top of his and leaned into his touch with a sigh.

"No, I want this...I-I want you," he stuttered and you crashed your lips into his again in response. "You are so beautiful," he murmured into the kiss and you felt your lips curl into a smile. You kissed a line down his throat, eliciting another quiet moan from him as you trailed the kisses down his chest.

"We can still go slow," you said teasingly as you reached down to palm him through his pants. He bit his lip and groaned, rolling his hips forward and up into your touch. You doubted it was intentional—just his body reacting to yours. The power you held over him in this moment was intoxicating, and you could already feel your panties dampening. You slid yourself down his body, allowing easier access to his belt, which you deftly undid and pulled his pants and briefs down slowly. His breath hitched when his cock sprang free, and you drank in the sight of him before taking his length in your hand and pumping at a languid pace.

"Fuck," he sighed and you noticed the flutter of the muscles in his abdomen. You peppered kisses down his tummy and across his hips, all with his eyes trained on you. He held his breath as you took his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue before taking him deeper. You maintained an agonizingly slow pace with his quiet whimpering moans spurring you on. "N-not gonna l-last like this," he stuttered out, reaching down to pull you up. You released his cock with a pop, before smirking down at him as you stood up and wiggled free from your clothes, tossing them aside carelessly. His eyes widened slightly, and you giggled as he tried to hold his composure while kicking off his boots and pants.

"Sit up," you instructed, motioning for him to sit with his back against the cushions. He nodded and did as you asked, without taking his eyes off you. You climbed into his lap, carefully lining him up with your entrance before sinking down onto him. You both let out a small gasp as you stretched to accommodate his size. "Holy shit," you whispered, relishing in the fullness and how much more present you both were this time. He smiled as he snaked his hands up your thighs, finding your waist and letting his fingers dig in just a little. You rocked your hips slowly, rolling them as you moved and massaging the soft spot deep within you with the tip of his cock. His fingertips dug in more, guiding your hips in the same rhythm as he bucked his hips up into you.

"Y/n, you feel so..fucking good," he moaned, sucking his lower lip between his teeth as he watched you ride him. You could feel the knot in your tummy coiling and tightening with each motion. It felt like your bodies were melding together so you closed your eyes, just absorbing the pleasure of him fucking up into you as you rolled your hips against his. The little bundle of nerves grinding against the flat expanse above his cock was giving you an extra sensation that threatened to send you crashing and careening over the edge at any moment. "Look at me, please," he whined beneath you. Your eyes snapped open, and in your haze of pleasure somehow locked with his. His cool brown eyes were dark with blown out pupils, and you could almost see the desperation in them. The intimacy of this moment would normally be too much, but right now, with Danny, it felt..right. The  knot in your belly came undone all at once as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over you. Your eyes started to close as you threw your head back, letting your moans fill the room, but you felt Danny's hand on your face pulling you back. He wanted to watch you ride it out, and you couldn't help it when the lazy fucked out smile spread across your face. "Oh fuck," he gasped for air as he yanked himself backwards and out of your core, spilling onto his tummy with a stream of obscenities.

You settled into the couch cushion beside him, leaning into him as you both caught your breath. He laid his head onto yours and let out a soft sigh. The record had ended at some point, and silence now filled the room...but it wasn't uncomfortable—if anything, it was comforting, just listening to Danny's breathing even out. He took off his shirt and used it to clean himself up with a quiet laugh. "So much for taking it slow," he said just loud enough for you to hear.

"Hey! I moved pretty slow," you shoved his shoulder playfully with a laugh. He giggled along with you as he leaned forward to pick up his pants and pull his phone out of his pocket to check the time.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," He muttered, standing up abruptly and pulling on his pants as he helped you to your feet. "Sam is on his way home. My room is the one on the left," he explained as he pointed towards the stairs. You hurried towards the stairs, wordlessly gathering your clothes as you went only to hear the front door click open as your feet hit the upper landing. You tiptoed down the narrow hall, careful not to call attention to yourself.

"Honey, I'm home!" Sam's voice boomed through the house followed by his iconic staccato laugh. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. 'What a goofball,' you thought to yourself as you stepped into the bedroom you were directed towards.  It smelled like Danny, and you couldn't help but close your eyes and breathe it in. You started to slip into your body suit, but couldn't find it in the bundle of clothes that you brought upstairs. Shit. You quickly wiggled into your jeans and pulled on a black Church of Rock and Roll t-shirt that you found folded on his bed. "Smokey! Wanna go for a walk, bud—Hey! When did Josh get here?" You overheard Sam ask Danny. You peered down the steps, and saw Sam standing by the door, pulling the leash from the hook as Smokey pranced excitedly around his feet.

"What? Josh isn't here," Danny replied in a confused tone. He stepped into your line of sight and glanced up the stairs at you nervously.

"His jacket is here, though," Sam sounded confused, too, picking the jacket up off the hook to inspect it further. Fuck. You realized in that moment that you had accidentally grabbed the coat that Josh had lent you weeks ago. Danny cleared his throat nervously, and your legs nearly buckled when the door opened again. “When did you leave your jacket here?? I thought you beat me home,” Sam laughed as he welcomed his oldest brother inside with a clap on the back.

“Huh? I didn’t…” Josh trailed off as his eyes landed on you, huddled at the top of the stairs. He smirked before continuing, “Oh that one! I must have left it here the other day.” He lied easily with a shrug and you loosed a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

You heard the shuffling of footsteps, then Sam’s face appeared below you at the bottom of the steps. He flashed you a wide, toothy grin and held up your lost body suit. “It’s amazing you have any animals available for adoption when you provide this level of service,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and tossed your clothes up the stairs. You groaned in response before making your way down the stairs behind him.

Tag list: @kiszkakissess @wowkakashi @jake-kiszkas-smirk @spark-my-nature

[eadanga]

All Together on Christmas

Summary: The Mendez family spend Christmas together

Amy sat on the couch scrolling through her phone while Chelsea and Luz played around upstairs. Amy smiles as she hears their laughter coming down the stairs.

They both run up to her with big grins “Hey mom is dad home yet?”

Amy shakes her head “Nope not yet”

Luz groans “Ugh boooo he’s taking forever”

Chelsea nods “Yeah I wanna decorate the tree already”

Amy giggles “I’m sure he’ll be back soon”

The door opens and Thomas steps in the girls runs up to him and hug him. He early returns the hug “Why hello there”

Luz playfully punches him “Dad you slow poke what took you so long been waiting for you to decorate the tree”

Thomas chuckles “Sorry about that traffic was bad”

Amy stands and kisses him on the cheek “Well glad you’re here now”

Thomas smiles “Me too I’m gonna get changed and then we can do it”

Chelsea and Luz cheer then head upstairs as Thomas and Amy laugh. Thomas smiles and walks over and kisses her softly “And how’s my beautiful wife?”

“I’m good”

“And our little one?” Thomas rubs her baby bump

Amy giggles “Been calm”

Thomas kneels down and kisses her bump “I can’t wait to meet you I wonder what you’ll be”

Amy giggles as she blushes “I love you Thomas”

“I love you too Amy” He kisses her deeply

Luz calls from the living room “Daaaaaad! Mooooom! Come on we’re waiting for you!”

Thomas sighs as he pulls way and Amy laughs “We’re coming you two!” He turns to Amy “Duty calls”

“Yes it does babe”

They walk into the living room and put up the tree. Thomas steps back and admires their handiwork “Not bad but it’s missing something”

Amy turns to him “What’s it? We don’t have anymore decorations”

Thomas smirks and steps out the room then returns with a box. There’s ornaments and stockings with with each of their names on it

Chelsea grins “Dad this is so cool!”

Luz grins “I love it let’s put it up”

They put up the stocking and hang the ornaments on the tree then stand back to admire their work

“Thomas this is awesome”

Thomas wraps an arm around her waist “I’m glad you all love it”

Luz jumps up and down with Chelsea “It’s amazing dad let’s do this every year”

Thomas chuckles “Of course girls” Amy suddenly moves away from him “Sweetie?”

“Sorry the baby’s sitting on my bladder”

Thomas laughs as Amy rushes to the bathroom

Luz turns to him “Babies make you pee dad?”

“Only when they’re inside your stomach they make you do a lot of things”

Luz grins “Coooooool”

Thomas chuckles

****

Amy wakes up on Christmas day to the sound of Chelsea’s and Luz’s cheering. Thomas opens the door and kisses her “Wake up baby the kids are already downstairs”

“Of course they are they opening gifts?”

The sound of paper being ripped echoes through the house “Oh Luz look a model rocket!”

“Look brand new soccer shoes!”

Thomas chuckles “Does that answer your question?”

Amy giggles then throws the covers off then she smiles “Thomas can you help me up”

Thomas smiles and holds out his hands to help her stand. She grabs them and stands “Thanks babe”

“Anything for you now you take it easy baby”

“I will”

They head downstairs where the girls are under the tree opening gifts they turn around and beckon them over

Amy laughs as they walk over “You two couldn’t wait till we came downstairs?”

Chelsea grins “But it’s Christmas it’s time to open the gifts”

Amy giggles “You’re right about that”

Thomas wraps his arms around her “I love this our Christmas together as a family” He rubs her stomach “And soon we’ll be a family of 5”

Amy grins “Yes Merry Christmas Thomas”

“Merry Christmas to you to beautiful”’

Tags: @indiacater​ @mfackenthal​ @the-soot-sprite​

[hopefulstarfire]

I have more incorrect quotes for the ocs. Have at them.

Iris: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for thirty minutes can't? Alister: Seconded.

River: I love you. You're the best big brother. Did I ever tell you congratulations on Kaibaland? Are you doing something different with your hair? It looks nice. The-- Seto: What do you want. River: Nothing! Can't I tell you how much I love and appreciate you without you thinking there's an ulterior motive? Seto: Mhm. Sure. Ten minutes later River: …Hey, Seto, would you mind driving Mokie, Rebecca and me to the movies?…and buying our tickets and snacks-- Seto: slams his hands against the laptop I KNEW IT-

Kat: Sometimes, I feel like a loaf of bread. Kat: Everyone keeps taking a slice of me until all that's left is two crusty pieces that no one wants. And I just want to scream, "Appreciate me, damn it!" Kat: But I don't. Why? Because my mother always told me that "Nice girls shouldn't make a fuss" and now I'm a FLIPPIN' DOORMAT!

Maddox: You need to stop this jaywalking crap. Joey: Miss me with that gay shit. Maddox: What gay shit, the law!?

Yugi: Why are Kat and Bakura sitting with their backs to each other? Iris: They're fighting. Yugi: Why are they holding hands then? Iris: They get sad when they fight.

Kat: Please, I'm begging you, go the the doctor! Bakura: I'm sorry, is this our stab wound? Bakura: No. Stay out of it.

Iris: Seto has no survival skills. His need to win has replaced them. Yugi: That can't be true. Iris: calling out Hey Seto! Race you downstairs-- Seto: jumps down from a couple stories above Seto: proceeds to jump through the window, doing a superhero landing pose Seto: Seto: I won. Iris: WE'RE ALREADY DOWNSTAIRS YOU IDIOT--

Maddox: First date idea is we go out for coffee and then the date lasts the entire weekend and then we move in together by the end of the month. Rishid: By the end of the week.

Alister: We should get married. Iris: choking on her coffee We should? Alister: Yeah, because if I'm your husband I'll never be asked to testify against you in court.

At a Stevie Nicks concert Kat: What do you think she's gonna play next, Max? Pegasus: I don't know, but if it's Edge of Seventeen, back up, I need some twirling room. Song starts to play Pegasus: Ah, this is it, this is it! Back up back up back up! Pegasus: starts to twirl

Chelsea: We've never met Joeys parents. But, judging from Joey, I think it's safe to assume they're-- Chelsea: --And this is nothing against Joey, we love Joey-- Chelsea: Monstrously stupid sewer people.

Vance: to his kids and the Yugi gang This weekends safety brief; Vance: Don't add to the population, don't subtract from the population. Vance: Don't end up in the hospital, newspaper or jail. Vance: If you end up in jail, establish dominance quickly. Vance: Have a good weekend.

Before that one big gang road trip Maddox: Alright, listen up, before we go any further, I'm gonna lay down a few rules, alright? Maddox: Commandment number one; shut the hell up. Maddox: Commandment number two; there's nothing I can do about the sun! Maddox: Commandment number three; there are no more jolly ranchers! They're all gone! Maddox: Commandment number four; when we pass a billboard, please don't read it out loud. Maddox: Alright? Now, c'mon, let's get going!

Weevil: None of those words are in the bible. Kat: Psalm 119:105. "And Jesus said unto his followers, should a manlet incel attempt to mainsplain the blockchain to a girlboss, may she waste his time and yassify his blorbos." Weevil: HE DID NOT FUCKING SAY THAT.

Serenity: Why are you sitting in a circle of salt? Kat: crossing her arms Oh, my boyfriend's a vengeful demon ghost and I'm mad at him. Serenity: concerned Oh, no! Bakura: trying to ram through the invisible barrier it made You can't sit inside that barrier forever! Kat: You stop doing your blood harvests and THEN we'll talk!\

Wes: to Bakura So, just chill out. Drink a seven up. Eat a moon pie. Wes: Quit murderin' people.

Gozaburo: You are annoyingly vain. Kat: Lmao you'd be surprised at how much I actually hate myself.

Kat: What if we went to dinner…not as friends? Kaiba: As enemies? Kat:

Yugi: Is he always like this when he loses? Iris: Oh, yeah. You should have been there for the Great Jenga Tantrum. Seto: YOU BUMPED THE TABLE AND YOU KNOW IT!

Having to face off against Ziegfried Maddox: chuckles darkly Maddox: I will not be blackmailed by some ineffectual, priviledged, effete, soft penised debutante. Maddox: You wanna start a street fight with me, bring it on, but you're gonna be surprised by how ugly it gets. Maddox: You don't even know my real name! Maddox: I'm the fucking lizard king.

Bakura: holding out a diamond necklace to Kat It's not stealing; it's secret borrowing.

Joey: Have ya ever been told you can be a lil intimidatin'? Iris: Yes. Every day of my life since kindergarten.

Iris: Are you saying I'm your favorite hot mess? Alister: Actually, I'm my favorite hot mess. But you're a close second.

[captainsjack]

since ttpd has been on my mind non-stop for over a month, here are all my favorite lines from each song :)

fortnight:

"i love you, it's ruining my life"

"all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february"

the tortured poets department:

"this ain't the chelsea hotel, we're modern idiots"

"sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me"

my boy only breaks his favorite toys:

"i'll tell you that he runs / because he loves me"

"he saw forever so he smashed it up"

down bad:

"for a moment i knew cosmic love"

"for a moment i was heaven struck"

so long, london:

"i saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist / i kept calm and carried the weight of the rift"

"you swore that you loved me but where were the clues? / i died on the altar waiting for the proof"

"my spine split from carrying us up the hill"

"just how low did you think i'd go? / before i'd self-implode / before i'd have to go be free"

(rest under the cut)

but daddy i love him:

"he was chaos, he was revelry / bedroom eyes like a remedy"

fresh out the slammer:

"swirled you into all of my poems"

florida!!!:

"the hurricane with my name when it came / i got drunk and i dared it to wash me away"

"love left me like this and i don't want to exist / so take me to florida"

guilty as sin?:

"if it's make believe / why does it feel like a vow / we'll both uphold somehow?"

"what if the way you hold me / is actually what's holy?"

"i'm seeing visions, am i bad? / or mad? or wise?"

who's afraid of little old me?:

"you don't get to tell me about sad"

"if you wanted me dead, you should've just said"

i can fix him (no really i can):

"he had a halo of the highest grade / he just hadn't met me yet"

loml:

"are they second-hand embarrassed / that i can't get out of bed? / cause something counterfeit's dead"

"i'm combing through the braids of lies / 'i'll never leave' / 'never mind'"

"a con man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme"

"i wish i could un-recall / how we almost had it all"

"still alive, killing time at the cemetery / never quite buried"

i can do it with a broken heart:

"lights, camera, bitch smile, even when you wanna die / he said he'd love me all his life / but that life was too short / breaking down, i hit the floor"

the smallest man who ever lived:

"i would've died for your sins / instead, i just died inside"

"were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? / did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?"

the alchemy:

"cause the sign on your heart / said it's still reserved for me"

clara bow:

"half moonshine, a full eclipse"

the black dog:

"now i want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes"

"i still can't believe it / 'cause old habits die screaming"

imgonnagetyouback:

"told my friends i hate you but i love you just the same"

the albatross:

"locked me up in towers / but i'd visit in your dreams"

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus:

"if the glint in my eye traced the depths of your sigh / down that passage in time"

how did it end?:

"say it once again with feeling / how the death rattle breathing / silenced as the soul was leaving / the deflation of our dreaming / leaving me bereft and reeling / my beloved ghost and me / sitting in a tree / d-y-i-n-g"

"and so a touch that was my birthright became foreign"

so high school:

"are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? / it's just a game, but really / i'm bettin' on all three for us two"

i hate it here:

"i hate it here so i will go to / lunar valleys in my mind / when they found a better planet / only the gentle survived / i dreamed about it in the dark / the night i felt like i might die"

"nostalgia is a mind's trick"

thanK you aIMee:

"and it was always the same searing pain / but i prayed that one day, i could say"

i look in people's windows:

"does it feel alright to not know me? / i'm addicted to the 'if only'"

"i'm afflicted by the not knowing"

the prophecy:

"and it was written / i got cursed like eve got bitten / oh, was it punishment?"

"cards on the table / mine play out likе fools in a fable / oh, it was sinking in"

"thought i caught lightning in a bottle / oh, but it's gone again"

cassandra:

"they say, 'what doesn't kill you makes you aware' / what happens if it becomes who you are?"

peter:

"the goddess of timing / once found us beguiling / she said she was trying / peter was she lying / my ribs get the feeling she did"

"and the shelf life of those fantasies has expired"

"i hoped you'd return / with your feet on the ground / tell me all that you'd learned / cause love's never lost when perspective is earned"

"promises oceans deep / but never to keep"

the bolter:

"that's when she sees the littlest leaks / down in the floorboards / and she just knows / she must bolt"

"there's an escape in escaping"

"it feels like the time / she fell through the ice / then came out alive"

robin:

"you have no room in your dreams for regrets / you have no idea / the time will arrive for the cruel and the mean"

the manuscript:

"afterwards she only ate kids' cereal / and couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bed"

[fishyupmywishy]

A Night Out (Part 1?)

“I can’t believe I’m single! I really thought he was the one,” Chelsea whined, stretching herself over the armrest of the couch.

Amari sighed. “Alright look. Lemme give you some advice.”

Chelsea quickly sat up and nodded eagerly. 

“Men are like refrigerators. It’s not about what they look on the outside, it’s what they got to offer from the inside.”

“Woah.”

“Yeah,” Amari said, taking a sip of whatever it is in her cup.

“Mark had a nice fridge. Are you saying I should get back with him?”

Amari nearly spat out her drink. “No, no. That is not at all what I’m saying.”

“But you just said-“ Chelsea started.

“No, no. Okay, look, you’re missing the point. Mark is the fridge in this scenario,” Amari said, uncrossing her legs.

“Okay, I get that he wasn’t exactly a male model but you don’t have to insult him like that!” Chelsea pouted.

“No, see Mark is a nice, expensive, Kitchenaid fridge with no fingerprints on the outside, got it?”

Not waiting for a response, Amari continued.

“But when you open it,” she motioned, “When you open it, all you see is some expired milk, week old sushi, and baking soda, and vegetables that haven’t been touched since the decade started. You get what I’m saying?”

Chelsea looked as if she was paying attention to every word Amari was saying. 

“I’m pretty sure Mark had a whirlpool fridge.”

Amari pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation and sat down her cup on the coffee table. “Oh my, no sweetheart. I’m saying that while he may be pretty on the outside, he’s all rot and mold on the inside.”

“Oh!” Chelsea nodded in understanding. “Okay but what if you have company? It’s always good to have a nice fridge on display.”

“Yeah! Until they open it and realize there’s zero substance on the inside!”

“This is a simple fix. Just close it, forget about it, order food.” Chelsea looked so proud of herself for saying that, as if she had just solved world hunger.

“You can’t keep ordering food, Chelsea!” Amari slammed her fist into her open hand on each word. 

Chelsea furrowed her eyebrows and bit her lip. “But what if-“

Amari stood up as she realized her dumbass friend wasn’t getting it. 

“Hey, where are you going!”

“You’re clearly not getting it so here is what I’m going to do and you’re gonna listen. Is that understood?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Amari sighed. “Saturday night. You’re going to be dressed all nice in that outfit I picked out for you to wear for Mark which you never wore for some reason even though you were so excited to wear it.”

“Mark didn’t like it,” Chelsea said softly, looking down at the floor.

Amari pretended not to hear that while she plotted that stupid man’s murder in her head. “I am going to take you out on a date,” she said matter of factly.

“A date? Why?” Chelsea was utterly confused.

“I am going to give you some real expectations and standards,” Amari took a step closer to Chelsea.

“I am going to make sure you have the best time of your life.” Another step.

“And I am going to hope that you finally understand that someone taking you out to a shitty diner where all his friends are giving him pats on the back is not a good thing.” Step.

Now directly in front of her best friend, Amari kneeled to be level with Chelsea and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Is that okay?” Amari softened her voice.

“Y-yeah,” Chelsea said, letting go over her tortured lip. “That’s really okay.”

Amari smiled in satisfaction and stood up. “Good. I’ll see you on Saturday then,” she shouts behind her as she saunters off to the front door.

Chelsea tried to get up from the weird angle she was sitting and ended up tripping.“W-wait! You didn’t tell me where!” She called from the floor.

Amari giggled as she stepped out. “You’ll find out on Saturday!”

And with that she left, leaving a very confused Chelsea on the floor.

[canirove]

Red & Blue | Chapter 29

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Going back to Spain for the new season is a lot easier this time. There is no drama between Mason and I, no fear or worry about a possible break up. In fact, it is the total opposite. We are better than ever, and Leah is constantly telling me that he is going to propose, to make our Vegas wedding official. “Though you could also ask him to marry you, you know? It doesn’t have to be always them” she said one time over FaceTime.

Since I’m already used to Spain and Real Madrid, the days fly by, and in the blink of an eye we are back in May. After winning the league title against Barcelona, a feeling I've learnt to love very much, I’m now playing the Champions League final. And so is Mason with Chelsea.

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"Mason, can't you wait like... 5 minutes?"

"No."

"What if someone comes in?"

"It's 4 am, no one is using the lift."

"But..."

"No one" he says, making me stop talking by kissing me. Again. And he doesn't stop doing it once the lift opens and we are on the corridor and on the way to his room.

"We are gonna walk past your room and miss it if we keep kissing" I giggle when he stops for just a second.

"Then I'll start kissing somewhere else, and you keep an eye on the numbers" he says, moving to my neck, his hand everywhere under my shirt. I seriously don't know how we haven't fallen down yet.

"This is the one" I say.

But he doesn’t reply, just takes the key from his pocket and opens the door, walking us inside and pushing me against the wall while he is back at it, kissing me in a way that barely allows me to breathe while we try to undress the other. Once we are completely naked, he doesn't stop, his hands and his mouth everywhere on my body.

"Fuck, Mason" I moan when I feel his fingers going inside me, moving like only he knows how to.

"That's what I plan to do until the sun comes out, gorgeous. Fuck you. Love you. You and only you" he says, his eyes meeting mine and looking at me in a way that's a mix of desire and love. One that makes me melt in all the possible ways.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Urgh" I say, hugging Mason a bit tighter, burying my face on his shoulder. "Tell them to go, it's too early."

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"It's too early, go away!"

"It isn't early, Mase. It's 2pm" Lewis says from the other side of the door.

"Whatever."

"No, whatever no. The team is leaving at 5, and your girlfriend has to catch a plane at 5:30. So get out of bed and put some clothes on."

"We aren't in bed" Mason says. Which is the truth. Last night we were everywhere but on the bed, and when we finally fell asleep, we did it on the floor.

"But you are definitely naked. One doesn't do what you were doing early this morning, according to what your teammates said, while wearing clothes.”

"You actually can, brother" he replies, a wicked smile on his face.

"Mason!" I say, hitting him on the chest, Lewis words completely waking me up.

"You have 30 minutes. I'll be waiting downstairs."

"They heard us" I say once his brother has left.

"Then I hope they enjoyed it as much as we did."

"You little..." I say, getting up.

"Where are you going?"

"To take a shower."

"May I join you?"

"If you join me I'll definitely miss my flight, and in case you've forgotten, next weekend I am playing my Champions League final. I need to rest and train."

"You are gonna win it too, you know? I dreamt about it today, we were celebrating like this again."

"You and your dreams" I chuckle.

"Dreams that have never been wrong when it comes to games. Which is a bit scary, to be honest."

"The scary thing is gonna be your brother if we don't show up downstairs. So chop, chop. Time to move your nice ass for something that isn't being all over me."

"Boring" he says, rolling my eyes.

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"You bitch!" Leah screams, running to hug me. "I can't believe you just won another champions league!"

"Neither do I, to be honest" I say, trying not to cry. But once everyone else shows up to congratulate me (Marco, Sandra, Aaron and my parents), I can't help myself.

"Oh, sweetheart" my mum says, hugging me.

"I'm sorry. It's just... It's been a lot, leaving home and moving away from all of you and... Wait, where is Mason?"

"He was next to me a minute ago" Aaron says.

"Where is he? What if something happened to him?" I say, starting to worry.

"Congratulations, gorgeous" someone says behind me, kissing my neck and making me jump.

"Mason! Finally! Where the hell were you?"

"Taking photos with some fans. I couldn't escape, sorry."

"Oh, the life of a Champions League winner" Leah says. "It is so hard."

"Jealous, Williamson?"

"Me? Of you, Mount?" she scoffs. "In case you've forgotten, I've also won the Champions League. And the World Cup. Which... Oh, yes, you haven't."

"Guys, please, no arguing today. I just want to celebrate and have fun all of us together. Is that possible?" I say, looking from Leah to Mason, who is resting his head on my shoulder.

"Fine by me" he says.

"Leah?" I ask.

"Yeah, yeah" she says. "I can't get mad when my ship is looking as cute as you two are right now."

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"I think it's time we leave this party and have our own private one" Mason whispers to my ear while we are dancing. 

"A private party?"

"Yup. One where we celebrate like we did last week."

"You are gonna have to refresh my mind, because I can't remember much of that day" I say with a mischievous smile.

"It'll be my pleasure. But especially yours."

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"He went feral last night again, didn't he?"

"Uh?"

"Mason, you silly" Leah says, bumping her hip against mine and almost making me drop the coffee on my hand. "You didn't show up for breakfast, you ate more than usual for lunch, and your neck is covered on lovebites. Again."

"No!" I say, touching it.

"Yep" she says with a big smile.

"Hold this" I say, giving her my coffee while I check my neck with the camera of my phone. "Son of a bitch! I told him to be careful, that people already talked enough after last weekend and..."

"And now you'll be going to all the celebrations and official events with that on your neck."

"Do you think make up will cover it?"

"I don't know. Maybe we should ask Sandra, she knows more about it."

"Good idea. But I swear, I'm killing him."

"I can already see the headlines: Mason Mount, found dead after his girlfriend threw him off a plane" Leah laughs.

[cfcalcaraz]

Hi there, could u maybe write about mason dating a celebrity that was his crush no one knows about the relationship just yet, mason feels as if she doesn't want to let the world know that they're dating because he really wants to let everyone knows she's his right now, so they have an argument about it she tells hims that he isn't a secret but she likes to keep her love life private, although he said he understands but she can't seem to shack off the idea of mason being a bit disappointed so she attends one of his games and let everyone know she posts "supporting my bf" something like that on her socials and mason is over the moon that now he can let everyone know what she is to him.

Sorry It's a bit long I didn't know how to summarize the idea.😬

mastermind - mm

summary: you and Mason had been secretly dating for nearly a year now and he starts getting a little bit impatient..

author: this request sparked many ideas, so lemme know if y’all want a part 2 to this!

warnings: angst fs

you woke up to the sound of Mason freaking out after he had realized he’d slept in. “baby, what’s wrong?”. you rolled over to face him as you could barely even open your eyes. “y/n! you’re late for the shoot!”. it took you a second to process what he had just said but as soon as you wrapped your head around it, you shot up from the bed and hurried over to the restroom.

you rushed to take a quick body shower, thanking yourself for the full body shower you’d had the night before. as you walked out of the shower, you looked at the time, 6:57 am; you weren’t too late, you thought. you could still make it to Vogue shoot before 8:00 pm you told yourself as you calmed down a bit.

after eating the granola bar Mason had brought over to you, you brushed your teeth and did some natural make up knowing you’d probably have to take it off when you got there anyways. “hey Mase, could you please start my car for me, baby?”. London was still quite chilly these days, you’d missed the States dearly on these kinds of days. Mason shouted back something you couldn’t really hear but you just assumed he’d said yes or something along the lines of that.

”y/n, your car isn’t starting for some reason”. fuck, could this day get any worse, you thought. you walked over to the garage to check up on what was going on; it seemed like the battery needed to be changed. fuck. you stood there thinking about what you could possibly do. “i think i’m gonna call an uber, Mase”. Mason turns to you with an odd-looking expression. “why on earth can’t i just drive you there?”. he seemed pretty upset, but you were simply not ready to announce your relationship to the world. “you know I can’t do that”, you replied, “the pops will be there, our names are gonna be all over the headlines”. you tried reassuring him that it was just because of that but he was not having it. “all because you don’t wanna be seen with me in public, you’re willing to be late to your shoot? that’s just pathetic, y/n”. he walked back inside the house, not wanting to carry on the conversation that had begun.

you and Mason had met through a mutual friend at a new year’s party a little bit over a year ago. or so you’d thought. little did you know, Mason had been head over heels for you since your modeling career debut. after seeing you at Paris fashion week one year, the first thing he did when he went home was look up your socials. although he never had the guts to shoot his shot, and he often saw you on drama sites being photographed with different men each week; he still paid attention to you from afar. and oh boy did the other Chelsea boys know about this little crush of his. so when they saw you at the party, they practically forced Mason to approach you. and little did Mason know, the y/n y/l/n was a little bit of a football fanatic herself.

ever since that day, you guys had just naturally clicked. you guys went on multiple dates and always had the best time together. you both met each of your families and closest friends, but there was still one thing that had always left your relationship in suspense. you weren’t ready to announce it to the world. and although Mason had pretended to not care, deep down it definitely got to him sometimes.

after the shoot, some of your close friends, Kendall and Gigi, had asked you if you wanted to go out for drinks with them. but you had to refuse, the fight from this morning still not allowing you to think properly.

as your uber dropped you off, you noticed Mason’s car in the driveway, verifying that he’d still been at home. you went inside the house and washed up before you went looking for Mason. after not much effort, you found him in his gaming room playing Fifa with his boys. you went inside the room and sat down on the couch nearby him. he looked over at you and you singled with your eyes for him to get off the call as you mouthed ‘we need to talk’. “alright guys, i’ve got to go.” he exited the game and took off his headset.

he turned his chair over to face you. “what’s the deal, y/n?”. you looked at him confused, “what?”. he chuckled back at you. “is this really what it’s gonna be like for us for the rest of time? you being approached by several men at bars, us not being able to go out publicly as a couple, and all my friends asking me if it’s even real between us?”. it was obvious that he wanted to change around this situation. “baby, you know it’s not like tha-“. he cut you off. “okay? then what is it like? cause before us, you were fine going out with all those guys, what’s different about me?”. at this moment, you felt awful for the way you were making him feel, but he had no right to use that against you. “Mason, are you calling me a fucking slut? Jesus”.

“you know exactly what i meant by that, y/n, stop playing dumb. i just wanna be with you and show you off everywhere i go. i wanna be able to take you out on real dates, have you cheering for me in the stands when i’m playing, and post silly pictures with you. i just don’t understand why everything has to be so private”. that was a lot to take in. although you know you love him, if you’re not able to give him what he deserves, you two should see other people. “Mason, i think we should break up”. “y/n.. what? that’s not what i meant at all”. you had to do it, it just isn’t working anymore. “no Mason, you’re right. you deserve so much better and i can’t give you that right now so we’re better off seeing other people”.

you couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore, scared you’d start balling if you did. “no baby, you don’t mean that. y/n, i know you don’t want to do this..please”. you could no longer stand the sight of Mason begging you to stay with him, one look into his eyes and you knew you were about to break. “i’m sorry, Mase”. your voice cracked as tears began to flow down, but you’d walked away just quick enough for Mason to not notice. “y/n! wait!”. you refused to look back.

you grabbed your coat and walked out of the house, into your car. you drove off to who knows where. you could barely see anything through the tears flowing down your face. even though you’d been the one to leave him, a little bit of you hoped he had chased after you. 

[mountswhore]

𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 — mason mount

summary: chelsea’s massage therapist, and mason’s long term crush, had moved to a different club. but after reuniting at nationals, you realise just how much you missed him.

notes: requests are open, just ask! this is so fucking long, please read when you have time.

“I will take care of you.” + “I could never get tired of you.”

for @masterclassbaby

“she’s pretty,” mason hummed, chin in the palm of his hands and eyes gazing at you. chelsea’s newest sports massage therapist. he watched as you conversed with a few of the injured teammates, the boys on either side of him laughing at his blushed cheeks.

“mounty’s in love.” chilly sang, pushing mason gently. the three of them were laying on the turf, waiting for their trainer to arrive and being introduced to the pretty lady who would be massaging their injured limbs from now on. “go on, make a move before kai does. you know he will.”

“i’m not making any moves,” mason huffed and pushed himself to his feet, ben following suit and pulling a ball towards him with his foot, “can i appreciate her beauty without wanting to make a move?” ben rolled his eyes at his friend, eyes now focused on the ball for the first time in twenty minutes.

“so you’re just going to stare at her, like a creep.” ben stated, stopping the ball with the side of his foot and kicked it back to mason. “noted.” mason was barely focused, looking over to you every time you laughed or your voice echoed. he’d laugh with you, crinkling his nose when you did, it was sickening.

ben had kicked the ball to mason’s feet, where is stilled and hadn’t even broken his stare. he had ‘regained control of the ball’ by kicking mason’s ankles, which had definitely caught his attention and caused him to hiss in pain. “you fucker, what did you do that for?”

“i just gave you a reason to talk to her, you clown.” ben revealed sarcastically, mason limping over to you as you held a look of concern.

“everything okay, mount?” you politely asked, the slight touch on his back as well as hearing his name fall from your mouth was sending him into a frenzy. he just nodded, and followed you inside to where your new office resided. “what the hell happened? last time i looked, you were kicking a ball about with chilly.”

your voice was as silky as he’d imagined. “yeah, he’s a bit slow. so he thought kicking me in the ankles would be a wise idea.” you couldn’t help but giggle at the man’s joke, avoiding his gaze as you were sure to blush. this man was attractive, but it was your first day, you had to remain professional.

“i better get to work,” you huffed, rubbing some hand sanitiser onto your hands and pulling his socks down. “we can’t have chelsea’s best player injured a few days before the game,” you’d finally met eyes and stared at each other for a brief second, before bashful looking away.

“you think that?” mason almost sounded unsure of himself.

“of course,” you grinned and applied some pressure to the side of his ankle, “i’d say you’re one of the best.” mason hummed almost silently, resting his head back on the table. it didn’t hurt, and if anything, he’d have to thank chilly for kicking his ankles, as it got you two talking.

weeks had passed, mason visiting your office most days with random excuses.

“my legs are fine. but maybe a shoulder rub for good luck?”

“i bought you a smoothie.”

“it’s cold outside, and i told the boys my thighs were sore.”

“now i’m just bored.”

every time he’d appear, you’d just pull up a chair instead of prepping the table. he’d talk to you about the most random of things, the pair of you having an intense debate on whether or not ross and rachel were on a break. he’d quickly become your favourite visitor.

“mr. mount, to what do i owe the pleasure?” you questioned, knowing it was him just by the way he fiddled with the handle before opening the door. he grinned at the nickname, sitting in the desk chair beside you.

“i actually came to ask if you wanted to go for a drink tonight. the boys were meant to, but now it looks like i’m all alone.” mason explained, a white lie thrown into the mix. he wasn’t being left by the boys, he asked them to cancel, so he could spend some with you. “so, you fancy it?”

“sure.” you smiled, accepting his invitation before you could overthink your way into cancelling. “i’ll text you my address.” he nodded his head, resting his head on his hands as you got on with paperwork. you could see out of the corner of your eye, he was staring at you as you worked. he had no training to be getting on with, and saw a better pastime in watching you work.

when you’d finally finished work and gotten yourself dressed up, mason was even more in awe of you. you looked adorable at work, and now he’d seen you in a new light. it’s like seeing your crush outside of school, it’s weird not seeing them in uniform, but seeing a new layer of them was good. he’d picked you up and taken you to the nicest pub he could find, it was a quiet one. it was a pub you had to pay extra for to sit on the terrace with a table to yourself. but he was willing to go the distance.

“it’s weird not seeing you in your kit.” you mentioned, staring at his impeccable sense of fashion. like he’d been ripped from the front page of asos. mason chuckled loudly and sipped on his beer, after doing a brief ‘cheers’ with you. it was british tradition, after all.

“i know. i’m used to seeing you in leggings and a chelsea top.” mason observed, his cheeks blushing at the way you looked at him. he felt the butterflies begin to swarm in his stomach, like they did on the way here. “now you’re in a dress, i can see your legs.” his eyes widened at the weird statement that just fell from his lips, face burning with embarrassment. “sorry, that sounded so creepy.”

you burst into laughter, feeling anything but disturbed. in fact, you felt more comfortable with him. “don’t worry about it, you’re easy to feel comfortable with.” mason took this chance to hide his rosy cheeks by sipping on his beer. the pair of you conversed for well over an hour, your conversations from work spilling into the mix too. and soon enough you were laughing on the walk back to your home.

“that’s hilarious. i can’t believe we could’ve almost met years ago.” you exclaimed, mason proud of recalling that memory. the pair of you remembered an awful christmas concert that happened in a town near central london, and were almost inches apart unknowingly covering your ears at the screeches made by the backup singers.

you’d ended up at your door, mason standing just centimetres away from your face. you knew what he wanted, and you wanted it to. so, with the confidence given to you by the mixer you’d just downed a while ago, you closed the gap between you and engaged in a sweet kiss with him. it was well overdue, mason’s teammates would say as he told them the following day.

you’d settled in really nicely with the team, enjoying every day you spent at the training grounds. you’d only been on that one drink date with mason, always planning to reschedule another but you’d both be too busy to do so. it didn’t stop you from texting nonstop and have some late night facetime calls. you were really beginning to like each other. it was as if nothing could ruin your happiness you felt with your life at this moment.

until you’d been pulled aside and told by chelsea’s own manager that a man united massage therapist had quit, offering you the job. it would mean your whole life would shift, you’d have to move, you’d have to make friends with a team all over again, and leave mason. you couldn’t bear telling him, which you’d also been told to do. you’d have to break the news to your beloved team, who would come and cheer with you after a win, and always pester you with random requests. you were each of their’s personal assistant almost, loving your relationship with them all. and mason, you knew he’d be crushed, the girl he was so deeply falling for, being told to move to another club.

you were on edge since that very morning, not being your usual joking self with your boys as they came in for their sessions. you’d weakly smile at them and make small talk whilst tending to their stiff joints, then let them leave. all the boys carried on with their day, assuming you were just having a bad day. but mason could see through you, he could tell something was playing on your mind.

as you were putting pressure on mason’s ankle, which he’d been take off the pitch for last week, he grabbed your arm gently. sitting up, he pulled you close to him and held you how he usually did. his hands grazing your sides and his eyes almost burning holes into your own. “talk to me, pretty. what’s on your mind?”

you shook your head. “i’d go easy on the foot today, mount. i don’t want to see you benched next game.” would you even be able to see their next game? it brought you close to tears throughout the day, but being trapped in a room with mason, you were bound to cry and tell him everything.

his grip didn’t leave your arm, instead he pulled you closer to him and held you close to his chest, now standing and towering over you. you felt a sob erupt through your chest, opening the flood gates as you cried into him. he’d never seen you like this, you were always his smiling ball of sunshine. “talk to me, y/n.”

“they’re moving me.” you simply stated, hoping not to say another word and him just understand completely. but it didn’t work like that, none of the team knew. mason would be the first to know, and you had to tell the rest of the team before the day was up. as this weekend you’d be arranging accommodation in manchester whilst you looked for permanent residence, as well as meeting the team and staff you’d be working for.

“what?”

“they’re moving me to united, mase. a therapist quit over there and they asked for me, your manager signed me over a few days ago. and i’m gonna be leaving you boys.” you explained, mason’s grip on you loosening as he tried to come to terms with what you were saying. he’d had his fair share of bad news in his life, but this was the biggest blow he’d felt in a while.

“they can’t do that,” mason stuttered over his tears, a frown cast upon his face, “they can’t just expect you to pack up and leave.” you placed your hands over his cheeks, forcing him to look down at you. that’s when his tears began to fall, looking so vulnerably at each other in this time of sadness.

“they can, mason. and they have, i need to go this weekend to meet the team and look to move up there.” you admitted, your hands refused to leave his face. you were soaking up every bit of mason you could before you left. long-distance didn’t work for either of you, especially with how busy you both were. the only time you’d see each other would be if chelsea were to play united.

“i can’t lose you, y/n.” he confessed, pulling you into him and resting his head above yours. it wasn’t just losing a girl he was seeing, it was losing someone he loved. he’d fallen deeply in love with you — but telling you would just hinder your movement. he couldn’t make it any harder than it was, it would ruin you. he just had to let you go.

that afternoon, you’d thought about what you were going to say and met the boys on the pitch. the second mason saw you, it took everything in him to not cry into his hands. but he managed to stay strong. you stood weakly beside the team manager, avoiding everyone’s eyes and fiddling with your jumper sleeves.

“afternoon boys,” you greeted them, hearing a few cheers and whistles, they loved you, “i have some news. today will be my last day working with you. i’ve been transferred to united, which will take full effect this weekend. you guys have my number if you just want to talk rubbish, or have any questions for me.” it was a long while of hugging them all, laughing with them and repeating little inside jokes with them.

“what are you going to do without me, huh?” you asked reece, who just chuckled and gave you a squeeze. “i’ll miss you all, you know who i’ll be cheering on if you ever go against united.”

you’d settled in at united perfectly, but something was missing. it was always going to feel this way, nothing would ever break the bond you shared with the chelsea boys. even when they went head to head, and you’d catch mason’s eyes on the pitch, you’d have to hide your smile when they scored, and try even harder if mason was the one putting it in the back of the net. you got on well with the boys here, but you found yourself missing the boys back at chelsea, and most of all, mason.

months had passed since your move to manchester, and you were heading out of your office on a particular tiring friday afternoon, walking past united’s manager, who always seemed to be on his way to something.

“ah, y/n, just who i needed to see.” he commented, stopping you as you were headed out to find a late rashford for his session. “keep an eye on your emails tonight, please. you’ve been included in an international offer.” you nodded, not hearing anything past the word ‘email’. and when you’d gotten home that evening, waiting for your takeaway to arrive, you mindlessly scrolled your emails.

something about the upcoming world cup, saying you’d been selected as the teams massage therapist. it burned your eyes as you danced around your tiny living room; so happy to have a chance at seeing any of the chelsea boys again. you’d thought that after all these months of just seeing mason’s face in his instagram posts, he’d have forgotten about you and moved on. but it was the furthest from the truth.

mason watched over your socials for months, seeing your various pictures with the likes of rashford, shaw, and lingard. he made sure you had friends and was having a good time up north. but every night he’d go to bed, yearning for you and the time you both spent together. missing your first kiss, missing hearing the sound of your laugh in real life, not just through another footballers videos. he missed spending hours on the phone. and although he had a chance to reconnect with you, it would be too much for the both of you to handle. he’d miss you so much more, knowing you were simply unobtainable.

after signing all of the correct documents to show you could in fact work for the national team, you were on your way to the training grounds and coping with living in the camp alongside the boys and other members of staff. it was better than your tiny manchester apartment, that was for sure. you weren’t really needed outside for training, so you set up your office and began on your paperwork. time passed a lot quicker here than it did when you worked at united, it was nearing your lunch break already. a knock was placed at your door, bringing your out of your work daze.

“hello, stranger.” you heard from behind you, heart overjoyed that it was actually him. it was your mason. you turned round to greet him, standing up and immediately pulling him into a hug. it felt familiar, the only bit of familiarity you had in this place. “god, i missed you.” he even smelt the same, as creepy as it was to say.

“i knew you’d be called up,” you admitted to him, looking up at his red face. it was just like the first time, he was so nervous to talk to you, “you’re still my best player.” his hands found your cheeks, taking advantage of the affection not feeling awkward. it was as if you never left.

“you don’t understand how much i’ve missed you all these months, y/n,” he whispered, face centimetres away from yours. “how much i’ve wanted to kiss you again.” you wanted it too, you finally felt like you found your missing piece. but you had to remain professional, this was national level now, not just club level.

“trust me,” you whispered back at him, holding your hands above his own, “i’ve wanted to kiss this pretty face, too. but we have to be professional.” he nodded, understanding that if they were caught, you’d be the one facing repercussions, not him. so he respected your choice and stood back.

“what about when the day’s over, and we go back to the camp,” he suggested, a hand on your shoulder to stop you from turning around, “what would you say to me then?” you just shrugged, sitting back down in your chair and continuing your work. the remainder of your day was quiet, just talking about a few people tomorrow that have stiff joints that need loosening. you’d made your way back to camp, opening your door and sighing as you took your shoes off.

what room are you in? mason texted, waiting outside his door.

you’re eager, i just finished work. but i’m on the floor above you, room 39. you texted him back, speedily changing your attire for something more comfortable and freshening up. mason would be up here within seconds. and whilst there were no rules stating that the squad shouldn’t be in staff members rooms, it felt wrong.

“you’re gonna have to leave when nobody can see you.” you sighed, opening your door to an eager mason. he wormed past you and sat on your bed, semi annoyed that your bed was comfortable than his.

“so not only do you get a room to yourself, you get a bed that doesn’t feel like a plank of wood.” mason stated, clearly getting comfortable on your bed. “i just might have to stay here.” you rolled your eyes and sat beside him, resting your head on the pillow. “you tired?”

instead of saying anything, you nodded and inched closer to him. his right hand was drawing delicate patterns on your exposed arm, whilst the other was wrapped around you. this was the moment he wanted with you, even when you were working at chelsea. but it’s happening now and that’s all he cared about. holding the girl he still deeply loved in his arms.

“i’ll go down to dinner soon,” he mentioned, even if you could hear him or not, “maybe i’ll bring you something up.” a small kiss was placed on your temple, mason snuggling into you a bit more.

the next day, you knew you had some sessions. so you were up early, a text from mason on your phone.

i left late last night, i fell asleep once i came back from dinner. i hope you had a good night.

you blushed at his text, getting yourself prepared for the day. the boys had a match coming up soon and you wanted to be on top of your game, making sure they were all stretched and ready. you sat in your office, prepping your table and your paper work for the first person to enter.

you’d worked with grealish, bellingham, and lingard today. and they only had a few more hours training until they were done for the day. you sighed in your seat and rested your head against your desk, arms and hands sore. your handle was violently shoved down, your door opening in the process. startled, you watched declan carry his best mate in.

“he rolled his ankle taking a kick,” declan explained, helping his friend onto the table. you quickly sanitised your hands and pulled his sock down to observe his ankle. “will he be okay for the game in a few days?”

“yes, dec. he’ll be out in no time.” you reassured his friend, mason smiling through the sharp pain shooting through his ankle. declan had left shortly afterwards, leaving you to giggle at mason.

“what you giggling at, hm?” mason questioned, a finger tickling your side. you squirmed and brushed a hand over his head, his features relaxing under your touch.

“it’s always the ankles, hm?” you retorted, mason rolling his eyes before letting out a laugh of his own. “let’s get you back on your feet in time for this game.” you had taken his boot and sock off, applying gentle pressure to the sides of his ankle and seeing how badly he reacted to the pain.

after the next few days of training, it was finally time for the match. you stood nervously on the side of the pitch, watching the ball being passed around. you watched as it had gone to mason, someone from the opposing team sliding into mason, and knocking his ankles together. he fell and began to yell in pain, the medics rushing over to him and assessing the pain. after realising it was not too serious, but he still had to be taken off, they’d given the job to you.

mason sat on one of the chairs beside you, head leaned back as you pulled his socks down. he winced as your small, cold fingers had pressed different parts of his ankle, but it didn’t feel bad. in fact, it was quite relieving. “it really is always the ankles,” mason finally agreed, making you chuckle and sit on the floor opposite him, “god, it fucking hurts.”

“i will take care of you,” you mentioned, your hand sliding into his. he smiled at the contact, his free hands gently tickling your side. this small amount of public affection felt scary, but good. you knew someone would pick up on it, but you didn’t care in the slightest. you had been away from mason for far too long. months and months apart, yearning for each other every second you were awake.

when the match was over, england scoring a whopping 4-0, mason was by your side for the rest of the evening. even getting onto the coach to go home, he sat beside you the whole way; his hand in yours and his head gently resting against your shoulders. when heading back to camp, knowing you had a day’s break before the boys were back on for training again in time for the next match, mason followed you to your room. you didn’t mind, neither did anybody else really.

you’d gotten into bed beside him that night, eyes heavy from the amount of work you’d both put in today, and the buzzed feeling from declaring victory had awoken something in him. he had the urge to kiss you, like he has every moment he’s spent with you recently, but more than that. he wanted to tell you he loved you, but decided to keep quiet. he wanted to save it for another day, maybe someday more special, when you weren’t trying to catch up on sleep between games.

“are you tired of me?” mason asked, releasing his voice into the darkness. he had no idea whether you were awake or asleep, as half an hour had passed of you both enjoying each other’s presence. you were wide awake, although your eyes told a different story.

“i’m tired in general,” you admitted, rolling over to face him, barely catching his pearly whites in the dark, “but i could never get tired of you.” mason’s heart was beating through his chest, reaching out for your hand to place onto it. it was a special moment — feeling his heart rapidly paced from your words, you’d barely noticed mason’s arm around you as he pulled you into him.

“good, because i’m not letting you go again,” he spoke quietly, your hand now replaced with your head, feeling his pulses on your cheekbone. you smiled for the millionth time that day, happy you had your mason back.

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

not a (pity) date

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PART 2

The clock on the wall ticked with each second, you stared at the screen of your phone. How were you supposed to focus when you knew you had a text that threatened to illuminate the screen and send butterflies swarming through your entire body?

You saw it come through, an unknown New York number in bold above a simple word: iMessage.

You had no clue what it said, no clue--technically--who it was. There were plenty of options, plenty of possibilities of who could be sending you a text with a New York number that had not yet been saved to your phone. But there was certainly someone you hoped was behind the message.

Finally, twenty-two minutes after it came through, your meeting ended and you were able to pick it up.

(212)932-4592 (2:41pm): Tonight, 8pm. I can send a car for you.

Your heart felt lodged in your throat, thumbs perched over the screen as you planned out a reply.

“You okay?” Mia asked, her eyebrows knit together when she picked up her laptop and stood from the table.

She knew the drinks had gone well, she said you were crazy to leave right when things were getting good. You bit your lip and turned your phone around to show her the message.

Her eyes lit up, excitement on her face when she looked up at you. “Are you gonna go?”

“No, I’m gonna turn him down and say I’m busy--” you rolled your eyes. “Of course I’m gonna go. But I can’t make it that easy.”

“I’ve never seen you play hard to get like this,” she laughed, following you out into the hallway. “And I’ve been your assistant for four years. Meaning I’ve scheduled, like, 85% of your dates.”

“He started it,” you reminded her, a stupid grin on your face when you looked down at the message again.

“So what are you gonna say?”

“I don’t know, something mysterious and snarky,” you wiggled your eyebrows at her. “I can’t just say: sure, can’t wait!”

“But that’s how you feel, isn’t it?”

“I mean yes,” you rolled your eyes at her in jest. “But I’ve got to keep it spicy.”

“You hear yourself, right?”

Instead of answering her question, you enlisted her help in the car to craft your reply.

Y/N L/N (3:16pm): Depends on who’s asking.

(212)932-4592 (3:23pm): Oh right. This is Jason’s assistant. He’d like to know if you’re available tonight for dinner. He didn’t have the balls to text you himself.

Y/N L/N (3:29pm): I guess I can move things around for him and clear up my schedule 🤷‍♀️

(212)932-4592 (3:32pm): I would be so honored.

(212)932-4592 (3:32pm): I mean he would be so honored!

Y/N L/N (3:37pm): I’ll be ready at 8pm.

It took everything in you to not sit and stare at the clock again that evening when you wasted time. You’d flipped through everything on TV and you even called your parents to distract yourself from the possibilities that the evening held. Your heart thumped under your coat in the backseat of a car that arrived at 8pm exactly, you wiped your hands on your pants when you walked inside a restaurant just East of Chelsea.

A hostess with wide eyes led you to a table in the back, you offered her a knowing smile in gratitude for not blowing your cover. He looked up from his phone when you stopped right in front of him, eyes sweeping up your figure when he stood.

“Hi,” he said, a kiss to your cheek in greeting.

You slunk out of your coat and joined him at the table, a smile already fighting to take over your features. “I thought we weren’t doing the cheek-kiss thing.”

“I thought so too but I figured I have to spell it out that--” he looked around and lowered his voice playfully, “this is a date.”

There were other people in the separate dining room, a few couples and a group of business men with nice suits. None of them seemed to be paying any mind to the Americans with an age-difference in the corner.

“Well,” you leaned forward to confess, “then I’ve been on a lot of dates with British men since I’ve been here.”

“Mmm, no--see, I think you’re confusing what I did with the double cheek-kiss. I just did one. One cheek, one side,” he nodded.

“Oh,” you nodded, playing along. “So one cheek means more than two cheeks.”

He licked his lips a little, nodded and smirked. “Counterintuitive, but yeah, it does.”

The hostess reappeared, two small menus in hand when she cleared her throat to interrupt. You both took them, stared at the pages for a few seconds before he looked up to see you.

“Everything’s good here, I’ve come a few times.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Is this your typical date spot?”

“Depends on what you mean by typical.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The right corner of his mouth twisted up, “last person I was here with ordered the Salmon, said it was phenomenal.”

“I do love Salmon, but that feels like a weird choice for a date.”

“Well it was one of the other writers for the show, my friend, so--wasn’t really a date.”

You felt the same shiver down your spine when he let his eyes settle on yours, hoping his words translated to: actually, I haven’t been on a date here before.

Another interruption, a waiter this time with a napkin over his arm and an eager smile. He told you about the specials for the evening and promised the Sunday Roast wouldn’t disappoint.

When he asked for your drink order, Jason seemed to eye you quizzically.

“Not in a Manhattan mood?” He leaned back in his seat once the waiter disappeared.

“There’s no way it’ll be as good as the one you made, so--” a single shoulder shrug when you smiled. “Might as well expand my palate.”

“So,” he leaned in, put his elbows on the table and sighed. “Would it be weird for me to admit that I’ve been looking forward to seeing you since you left my house last week?”

You bit your lip, tried to avoid the giggle that he seemed to pull out of you. “No--cause I’ve been feeling the same way.”

“Is this the first time we agree on something?” He eyed you, the corner of his mouth pulled towards the ceiling.

“No,” you shook your head quickly. “We said that British greetings are weird.”

“Mmm, they are,” he nodded like he’d forgotten. “But I’m glad that you’ve been looking forward to this, glad it’s not a pity date.”

“A pity date?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what a pity date is,” he waved you off. “I’m sure you’ve been on plenty of them--”

“Yeah?”

“As the pitier,” he clarified, “not the pitied. What I mean is I’m sure plenty of guys ask you out--”

“I’m glad you think I’m nice enough to go on a pity date with someone,” you laughed, “Means I’m selling myself well.”

“You’ve never gone on a pity date?”

“No,” you laughed, a smile to the waiter when he dropped off your drinks. “I don’t actually get asked on many dates.”

“Well here’s to this being not a pity date,” he smiled, letting his glass clink against yours before he took a sip. “But I also find that hard to believe.”

“That I don’t get asked on many dates?”

He nodded.

“Headlines are an anti-aphrodisiac, I’ve learned.” He watched as you sipped and then set your glass down. “I mean, come on, you know that.”

He offered a challenging smirk. “Right, me and my expansive dating history.”

“You already admitted that this is your typical date night spot!”

You looked over your shoulder, eyed the waiter on the other side of the room. “Is he gonna slip and call me by someone else’s name? Whoever else you bring here?”

“No,” he made a face at you and laughed. “You clearly don’t know much about me if you think I’m dating a bunch of women here.”

“So just a bunch back in New York,” you nodded, still pushing him.

“Just one, actually--heard she lives in Tribeca.”

You looked up at him quickly, a rush of adrenaline when you realized he was talking about you.

“You also must think I’m more famous than I am if you think I’m dating a bunch of women.”

You laughed a little, sensing a shift in his demeanor when he reached for his drink again.

“I haven’t--uh--been on any dates since Olivia and I broke up.”

There it was, the name you knew you’d hear and the feeling you knew would bubble up when he finally said it.

“Really?”

He shrugged, “unless you’re finally willing to admit that us getting drinks last week was a date.”

You smirked in his direction, let your eyes trail down the napkin on your lap.

“But yes, really.”

“Well I hope your first experience getting back out there has been all it’s cracked up to be.”

“Yeah,” he nodded thoughtfully. “You know, good banter, good drinks, good food,” he motioned around the room. “Good company.”

“You say that now,” you tilted your head, “just wait until The Sun gets a picture of us here and you’ll probably never answer any of my texts.”

He laughed a little, looked down at his hands and then back up to you. “We can cross that bridge if we get there.”

“When,” you corrected.

“When?”

“It’ll happen,” you assured.

He nodded, cleared his throat and looked away. For a second you couldn’t read the expression on his face, but then he sipped his drink and smiled when you asked: “did you film today?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “We do table reads on Monday and then film all week, and sometimes Saturdays if we need to.”

“Long weeks,” you commented.

“We have a good crew, good cast--they’re fun to be with.”

“Nothing worse than hating your coworkers,” you made a face.

“Or starring opposite someone you can’t stand,” he admitted.

“Please tell me it’s not Jennifer Aniston,” you leaned in quickly with wide eyes.

“No,” he laughed. “She’s a peach.”

“Oh thank god,” you held a hand to your heart.

Christina Applegate, he divulged. Nice and friendly but apparently she was never on time and had strange requests for her trailer and thought she was better than everyone else. He told you about his favorite scenes from your favorite movie of his, and by the time your food came, he told you about his most embarrassing celebrity moment: not recognizing a former co-star on a red carpet at the White House Correspondents Dinner he went to a few years back.

You told him about the friends you were writing with and the time you went to Japan. He offered to walk you home since it was late enough that you could fade into residential neighborhoods and avoid any lingering photographers.

After thirty minutes in the night air, he stood on the front step to your place, hands in his pockets like he didn’t know what to do with them. It was cute--he was nervous but didn’t want to show you. You glanced up at him, thankful for the scarf around your neck when the wind blew.

“My daughter does this thing--when she’s upset with me--she stares at me from across the room and won’t answer me when I talk to her. It’s cute at first but then it just freaks me out. Her self-control is amazing.”

A beat of silence when he looked away for a second and let his head dip from side to side before he looked at you again: “your self control is amazing.”

You felt your eyebrows dip together. “Why?”

“Because you left before I could kiss you the other night.”

“I did.”

“Which is probably a good thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah--I mean, seeing as you and me might be weird, with the age difference and the,” he trailed off, hoping to find another reason as you watched him. “Age difference,” he said it again.

He smiled a little when you let out a laugh.

“Is it too weird for you?”

“Too weird as in: too weird for me to still want to kiss you now?”

You nodded, waiting for him to answer.

He thought on it for a second. “No--I, uh--I still want to do it.”

You saw his eyes glance down to your lips, another moment of uncertainty before you leaned up to just get it over with. Short, simple, quick enough that when you pulled back, you wished you’d taken your time.

He blinked a few times, rolled his eyes when he smiled. “Great, you’re younger than me and you kissed me first?”

“Seemed to be causing a fair amount of stress for you.”

“I can’t wait to tell The Sun that you came on to me,” he teased.

“Jason Sudeikis Not a Creep: Y/N L/N kissed him first,” you mocked a potential headline, looked up into the sky as if it were the front page of a newspaper.

He kept his eyes on you, a wave of butterflies took fight when you brought your gaze back to meet his.

He was more serious now, lips pushed out in thought. “Maybe we can do this again.”

“Maybe,” you nodded, pulling a smirk from him when you reached into your pocket for your keys.

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