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take my hand

another 3k celebration blurb! this time, best friends to lovers with lando for my dear friend lee @scuderiahoney 💛 i hope you all love this one, it's an apology for unrequited love!lando lol no heartbreak this time, folks!!! i'm being nice!!!! set at the 2024 spanish gp but definitely some inaccuracies with the post race timeline and also please pretend max fewtrell was there pairing: lando norris x fem best friend!reader word count: 3.2k (this was supposed to be a blurb wtf is wrong with me) summary: it can be so easy to fall in love with your best friend, and it can also be incredibly hard to imagine a world where they love you back. in this world, you're one of the lucky ones. tw: short but steamy makeout scene, mild cursing

Loving Lando Norris was so astonishingly easy. It came as naturally as breathing for you and has for over half of your life.

You met so many years ago but it still feels like yesterday that he reached out to you and said, “take my hand”, pulling you gently off the ground while the other children laughed at your clumsiness. He told you that they laughed at him too – he was short, shorter than you even at that age, and he struggled to read and write. You vowed that day to always pick each other up when you fell or faltered, always stand by each other’s side even when everyone else was laughing, and although it was a promise made between two children, neither of you had ever broken it.

Smiling at the memory, you were off in your own little world – thinking about the days when he would pick you “flowers” at recess (you didn’t have the heart to tell him they were weeds) and you would always share half of your cookie at lunch.

A voice pulled you from your trance, making you jump slightly at the sudden interruption.

“What are you thinking about? Or should I say who are you thinking about with that dopey smile on your face?”

You turned to face Max Fewtrell, a staple in both yours and Lando’s lives for just as long as you’d known each other.

“I was just thinking about where we’ll go for a celebratory dinner after the race. I’ve been craving gourmet pasta and a fruity cocktail.”

“Right, and my name is Willy Wonka. You don’t have to tell me the truth, it’s fine! Just thought I’d let you know he’s looking for you, he wants you in the garage for the race.”

Your heart swelled – even though Lando asked you to be there for every race you could attend, it never failed to make you giddy. You nodded your head at Max, he smirked back at you, and you walked as quickly as possible to the McLaren garage without calling attention to yourself.

As soon as you stepped into the garage, you ran straight into Oscar and the force almost knocked you to the floor.

“Oh thank god you’re here,” he groaned. “Lando’s insufferable, asking where you are every five minutes.”

“Where is he? In his driver’s room?”

“Yeah, that’s where I last saw him headed,” Oscar yelled over his shoulder, walking towards his car. “Go work your magic on him!”

You rolled your eyes as you walked the familiar route to Lando’s driver’s room, your heart rate picking up a bit the closer you got to it. As soon as you were in front of the door, you knocked once and paused, then twice in quick succession, and once more after another brief pause – the secret knock you’d been using for years to let each other know you were there.

The door swung open almost immediately after your last knock and a frantic Lando yanked you inside. He flopped down on the couch behind him and covered his face with his hands – even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he had a frown and furrowed brow.

“Thank god you’re here now, I’ve been going insane. I need you to tell me that I’m going to win this race – now that I’ve won once, it’s fucking brutal being so close yet so far. Canada was a nightmare and today I’m starting on pole. They’ll eat me alive if I don’t convert it into a win and I don’t know if I can handle that.”

You sat next to him and gently peeled his hands from his face, glassy green eyes, flushed cheeks, and, just as you predicted, a frown and furrowed brow.

“I can’t tell you that you’re going to win, Lando,” you started to say until he interrupted you with a groan, pushing your hands away.

“Hey,” you whispered. “I can’t tell you that you’re going to win, but what I can tell you is that no matter what, I’m proud of you. Max is proud of you. Your family is proud of you. Your fans are proud of you. So many people love you and see what you’re capable of – winning a race, not winning a race, it doesn’t define you. You’re the hardest worker I know, you’re kind, you are the most wonderful friend. I’ll celebrate you even if you come plum last pushing a burning, front wing-less car across the line and so will everyone else who knows and loves you.”

By the time you’d finished rambling, Lando’s shoulders had visibly relaxed and he was smiling. Not the goofy smile with his teeth on full display but a smile was a smile, you would take what you could get.

“Thank you for always being there for me. I can’t promise I won’t be pissed if I lose today but at least I feel better now, thanks to you.”

You punched his arm lightly, jokingly, and rolled your eyes. “We made a promise, didn’t we? I’ll always be there for you, always there to pick you up, even if your inability to see how wonderful you are makes me want to scream.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m perfect, you love me, I’m the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you, your days are miserable without me, tell me something I don’t know,” he jested, nudging your shoulder before standing and holding out his hand to help you up.

“In your dreams, Norris,” you scoffed. “Make sure that big head of yours still fits in your helmet before you get in the car.”

He laughed loudly as he led you out of his driver’s room, finally smiling the goofy smile you loved so dearly. The moment was short-lived – someone from his team called his name and he hugged you briefly before jogging towards them, yelling over his shoulder that he wanted you waiting for him in Parc Ferme after the race.

You shouted your agreement, hoping and praying he hadn’t noticed the rapid beating of your heart or how warm your cheeks were when he pulled you into that brief embrace. Although he had said it all to rile you up, you truly did think the world of him. He was the greatest thing that had ever happened to you. In your eyes, he was as perfect as a person could be, and oh, did you love him. You loved him far more than a friend should and it was getting increasingly more difficult to keep that to yourself.

As Lando pulled his car in front of the P2 sign, you felt the familiar burning of guilt running through your veins.

Maybe you should have told him he would win. Insisted on it, actually. You should have been adamant that he would rise to the occasion and to the top step of the podium once again.

He wouldn’t want to see you, you were quite sure of that, and despite your promise to be waiting for him with his team, you tried to sneak away unnoticed. You’d slowly made it far back enough to be swallowed by the sea of people until an arm blocked you from getting any further.

You looked up to see Lando’s race engineer with a disapproving look on his face and instantly felt like your father had just caught you trying to sneak out after curfew.

“He wants you here and he’s going to need you here,” Will shouted over the noise of the crowd.

“I think I’m the last person he wants to see right now, I wouldn’t promise him that he would win. I basically jinxed his whole race trying to keep him from being so hard on himself. What if he thinks I don’t believe in him?”

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response,” Will snorted. “Now please get back up there quickly so you’re the first person he sees when he gets out of that car.”

With the help of Will, you were pushed gently back to the front just in time to see Lando haul himself out of his McLaren. His body language was obvious – disappointment, sorrow, embarrassment, and your heart ached as you listened to the roaring cheers from the Red Bull team as Max launched himself into their arms.

You knew Lando would be running every possible scenario through his mind – what if he had gotten a better start, what if he’d managed tires just a bit better, what if George hadn’t been able to sail through at the start and he hadn’t had to back off of fighting Max. All of those thoughts a natural, valid response, but if he voiced any of them out loud he’d get torn to pieces by both journalists and fans of other drivers.

When he peeled his balaclava from his face your stomach twisted and you silently begged him to look your way – for him to find a face in the crowd that was so unwaveringly proud of him through everything, but he kept his eyes trained anywhere but you or his team.

Finally, you saw his eyes flicker to you, and he walked briskly toward where you and the few members of his team were waiting. Wordlessly, he pulled you into his arms and exhaled so deeply it felt as if he’d been holding his breath since the end of the race.

“You drove beautifully,” you whispered, combing your fingers through the sweat-dampened curls on his head. “I love you, you know that, right?”

Lando’s arms immediately loosened around you and his head was turned away from you, he wouldn’t, or couldn’t, look you in the eye.

“We’ll talk later, I have to go do my interview,” he mumbled. “Wait for me in my driver’s room, okay?”

You nodded your head even though he was already walking away from you, shoulders slumped and jaw clenched. Honestly, you weren’t sure what hurt worse – the fact that you could physically see his disappointment or that he didn’t say he loved you back.

It felt like hours before you heard an all too familiar knock on the door to Lando’s room – the door gently swinging open to reveal the tired face and frame of your best friend. He must have showered in Oscar’s room before coming to find you – the smell of champagne nowhere to be found yet his curls stuck slightly to his forehead. The sight was endearing, and it took everything in you to not pull him into you and bury yourself against his chest.

“You didn’t have to knock, it’s your room,” you spoke softly, adjusting your position on the couch.

“Force of habit, I guess.” The corner of his lip turned up when he answered you – a good sign, a sign that maybe he wasn’t angry with you at all about your earlier conversation.

Although it was Lando who asked to talk, you couldn’t help yourself from blurting out an apology as soon as he took a seat next to you.

“I’m so sorry about earlier,” you pleaded. “I should’ve said something different, I should’ve just said what you wanted me to say. I meant all of it, every word, but you asked me to reassure you in a specific way and I didn’t.”

Lando blinked a few times as he stared at you, his mouth falling open in shock? Amusement? You couldn’t tell, but at least he didn’t appear to be mad.

“Do you think I’m angry with you?”

“Well, yes,” you mumbled. “I probably jinxed your race.”

“Jinxed it? If anything, you’re the reason I finished second. I kept thinking about what you told me instead of focusing on how I screwed up – it kept my head in the race.”

“But, but,” you stammered, “you didn’t say you loved me back. In Parc Ferme, when you were hugging me. You always say it back, I thought you were furious with me.”

“Would I have walked over only to hug you if I was furious with you?”

You felt a little embarrassed at your panic – “I suppose not, you probably would’ve stayed as far away from me as possible.”

“Exactly, you silly muppet,” he teased, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips. “I didn’t say it back because I realized that it means something different for both of us and I, believe it or not, got scared.”

Your eyes widened and you felt like you were going to be sick. He knew. You shouldn’t have been surprised, everyone had figured it out – his pit crew, Will, Zak, Oscar, Oscar’s girlfriend the literal first time you met her, all of your friends and family, even drivers on different teams had made comments to you in passing over the years.

“Lando, I,” you tried to get ahead of it, ahead of the rejection and the awkwardness, but he cut you off with a raised hand and a pleading look.

“Please, just let me get this out or I never will,” he begged. “I think I’ve always known, or at least everyone around me has just always told me that it’s painfully obvious, but I didn’t fully realize it until earlier today. You care about me so much, more than anyone, and I’m almost positive I could be the lousiest driver, lawyer, engineer, teacher, architect, whatever, and you’d still always be proud of me. You’d be there for me regardless with a giant smile on your face, an “I love you”, and a hug that would heal any self-doubt or negative thoughts. You mean everything to me and I don’t know what I would do without you but – ”

You waited with bated breath, your leg bouncing uncontrollably and heart hammering in your chest. Waiting for the “but I don’t feel the same”, “but I see you as a friend”, for the inevitable heartbreak.

“But I can’t keep my feelings a secret anymore, even if it might ruin everything, but I have to believe it won’t because we can get through anything together. I love you, Y/N, more than anyone in this world, more than a friend, more than I ever thought it would be possible to love someone. I’m saying it back now, hoping that you feel the same because it’ll be incredibly awkward if you don’t, but that’s what I had to tell you first. I love you. I think I always have.”

It felt like the earth had stopped moving, time frozen and only you and Lando existed in this moment, only you existed in the entire universe. Your thoughts raced with what to say back – something romantic? Should you just jump into his arms and kiss him senseless like you’d dreamed about for years? Unfortunately, you landed on something far less eloquent.

“You what?” Your shout echoed in his driver’s room, if anyone was within a ten-foot radius they surely would have heard you.

“Well, I guess that’s not the worst reaction,” Lando pondered, looking away from you bashfully. “Nora Powell stomped on my foot when I told her I liked her. Do you remember that? I think it was Year 10?”

You did remember – it was quite a horrendous memory for you, actually, as that’s the year you realized you had a crush on your best friend.

“Oh, I was so jealous of her,” you blurted. “I cornered her at lunch the next day and told her she was the luckiest girl in the world and a certified idiot for turning you down.”

His head snapped back to look at you, a hopeful glint in his eye.

You smiled at Lando, tentatively cupping his cheek. “I suppose I’m the luckiest girl in the world now, to love and be loved by the most incredible man I’ve ever known.”

“Oh no,” he insisted, “I promise you, I’m the lucky one.”

He kissed you once gently, tentatively, his lips barely brushing yours before he pulled you into his lap and slid his hands to rest on your neck, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. In an instant, he was kissing you breathless, licking into your mouth as you whined and pressed yourself against him.

One roll of your hips had him panting, a hand leaving your face to slide under your shirt, leaving a trail of fire until he stopped and squeezed just under your breast. You were dizzy with desire and full of so much love for the man underneath you – he was intoxicating, you never wanted to stop kissing him, you never wanted to know the feeling of his hands not wandering your body.

You tugged his hair lightly, just enough to disconnect his lips from yours even though it pained you to do so.

“I love you so much,” you muttered, a tear escaping from your eye. “I never thought – ”, you couldn’t even get the words out, choosing to bury your head into Lando’s neck as he gently rubbed your back.

“I know,” he whispered, lifting your head to kiss you senseless once again.

The two of you were so wrapped up in one another that neither of you heard a knock at the door or the turning of the knob. You did, however, hear the blood-curdling scream.

“Oh my god, my eyes,” Max groaned, slapping a hand over his face while he dramatically dry-heaved. “Get a room, you deviants!”

“Mate, we are literally in a room!” Lando shouted back, lifting you gently off his lap before he leapt to his feet and pushed Max backward. “We will see you back at the hotel.”

“Great, I’ll be bleaching my eyes out when you get there. For the record, I’ve always wanted this to happen, but I never wanted to see it.”

“Well, that’s your own fault,” you scolded. “Next time wait for a response before barging in somewhere.”

“Oh, believe me,” he stressed, “I’ll never be walking into any room you two are in ever again. Not even if there’s another fire and I’m the only one who can warn you to get out.”

“The dramatics are unnecessary but you do need to leave,” Lando insisted, pointing out the door.

“Yes, absolutely, but before I go, who confessed first?”

“Lando did,” you said proudly. “I’m just irresistible, I guess.” Lando winked back at you, which you took to be an agreement.

“Damn it, I owe Piastri, Sainz, and Verstappen $100 each,” Max groaned. “Like they need my money. See you two lovebirds later!”

He shut the door so quickly that neither you nor Lando had time to react to the fact that your friends had been betting on you. It took a few rounds of looking back and forth at each other and then the closed door before you burst into giggles and fell back into the couch, clinging onto each other. You laughed a bit too hard, your hands leaving Lando to clutch at your ribs. Almost instantly, you felt yourself sliding off your seat, your bum hitting the floor with a thud.

You looked up to see Lando with his arm outstretched, a cheesy smile on his face as he repeated the same words he said to you so many years ago.

“Take my hand.”

And just like you did that fateful day, you grabbed on, let him pull you up, and fell in love all over again. 

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Too Far.

Summary: He's like a wounded animal when he's angry, lashing out when he feels cornered. He's gone too far this time, snapped and said something he definitely didn't mean, so now he has to fix it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader (No use of Y/N)

TW: Fighting. Daryl is a dick, but not really, but also he is. Apologetic!Daryl. Alexandria Era. Sex.

A/N: Inspired by an excellent post by @love-norman which I'll link in the comments. I wasn't sure if you were okay with smut, so there's a fairly brief mention of sex but nothing overly explicit.

-

He’s a surprisingly effective communicator, once she can convince him to talk more and with enough time to work out exactly what ticks and grunts mean what. Daryl Dixon’s entire bag is self-sacrifice, so if he can assume that she needs him to tell her what’s going on in the always too busy head of his, he can do that for her without much care for how it impacts him. It’s not his most healthy coping mechanism but it certainly isn’t his worst and the reward? Oh, the reward is sweet. The reward is comfort and kindness and being held; being loved. What’s a moment of discomfort for a lifetime of her?

He's had to practice letting his walls down, slowly but surely since he met her, all the while failing to realise she was just digging her way underneath them. She didn’t ever pry, not really, not in any way that felt invasive, but she’d patiently wait him out; ask the question quietly, softly, and let him linger in the comfortable silence until he chose to answer back. Sometimes she’d work out the information without his need to speak at all; it happened the moment he realised he was fucked, that he was absolutely, irrefutably hers. She’d worked out exactly who he was as a person and he’d barely sad a word.

He’s attentive, and whilst that shocks him it comes as no surprise to anyone around him. He has spent his life fearing that he is exactly who he feared, but those who are lucky enough to consider themselves, correctly or not, close to Daryl never fear for much but his wellbeing. That he is a careful, thoughtful and tender partner surprises nobody but him. That’s not to say they don’t argue, the end of the world comes with its own set of tensions even without the usual relationship concerns, but he’s learnt not to bite first.

-

He shouldn’t have drunk anything, in hindsight, they’re both in bad shape, overwrought and under-fed and they shouldn’t have been at a fucking party, of all places. He definitely shouldn’t have had the four glasses of scotch Reg offered him on a mostly empty stomach. He can’t get used to the Alexandria walls, the houses he never could have afforded to breathe near let alone buy, the soft comforts he’d never had even before the end of the world. He’s never been to a party that hasn’t had a piss-stained couch or an overly full ashtray.

“You know that’s bullshit, Daryl, you’re being ridiculous!” She yells, firmly back in their own living room after he’d practically stormed out of Deanna’s. One minute they’re in full swing, standing talking about vacations from the old days with some new faces, the next his hand is dropping from around her waist and thudding from the front door like she’d said, ‘fuck off’ rather than the word ‘Canada’. He’d slammed the door behind them and snarled about how he would have embarrassed her and her fancy fucking vacations in ‘the real world’.

“Lil’ miss travel abroad and see th’ world cause she’s better than Daryl fuckin’ Dixon”

“What? That’s not-“

“I’m jus’ an idiot redneck with nothin’ an’ you’re this smart chick who saw the world, I get it, I ain’t dumb, th’ fuck would ya have wanted wit’ me?”

Her heart would shatter for him if she wasn’t seething quite so much, the sheer desperation in his words at odds with the tension in his body, clenched hands dragging through his finally clean hair. His eyes are stinging and he absolutely refuses to cry, has never gotten over thinking it makes him weak even when he feels weak.

“Daryl, what the fuck? Why are you being such an asshole?“

“Shut up, always yappin’ about stupid shit, fuckin’ hate ya sometimes!”

He turns quickly, wants to throw something, wants to scream, broad shoulders and harsh angles and all the wind leaves his body when he sees her flinch away from him. She’s cowers backwards, he feels like he’s going to be sick, body collapsing in on itself as he feels the anger leave his bones, replaced with ice laced panic. For a second, a horrifying second that feels ten times as long, he’s his old man. Shitfaced and angry with a glass in hand and if he had a mirror, he knows exactly whose face he’d see staring back at him.

“I would never hurt ya” he whispers, voice low and so broken, full of conviction as his breath hitches in the middle and crumbles at the end and she’d hug him if she wasn’t so shell shocked. Neither of them move for a beat, standing stock still as he trails his eyes over her, clocks the way her gaze refuses to lift to meet his. He can’t breathe. The room is too small for everything he’s feeling, like the walls are inching close and closer and the air is getting less. He tries to move like lightning but his whole body feels sluggish and slow as he inches past her and out the front door, flinching as it closes behind him and he wanders out into the street. He stares back at the house for a moment before deciding he needs a walk to clear his head.

When he comes back she’s sitting on the couch waiting for him, thumbs twiddling, head still down and worry eating her alive. He eases the door shut behind him, loud enough to tell her he’s home but soft enough to show he’s not mad. He wishes a door could convey remorse but it’s taken him long enough to be able to do it with words he doubts a block of wood would be able to in the timeframe he needs. He shucks off his boots, realising he shouldn’t have been wearing them in the house in the first place.

The fresh air has cooled his body enough that he feels less of the alcohol circulating around his system. He tries not to squeeze the flowers he’d plucked from the bush outside Aaron’s place as he stands with his back against the wood.

“’M sorry” he whispers before clearing his throat and repeating it at a higher volume. She turns her face towards him, looking at him over her shoulder. The anger is gone from her face, replaced with a dwelling worry that spikes at him, makes him replay his words over and over.

“What did I do?”

“Nothin’” he insists quickly, pauses before he realises he should say more, that she sometimes needs him to say more, they’ve talked about this “Ya didn’t, I promise”

“I’m sorry”

That does it, rips him from his safe haven by the door because he can’t stand the thought that she deserved anything he said to her, that she’d said anything wrong when he knows she hadn’t. Talking at a party, about stupid old-world stuff whilst her spare, wine glass free hand kept his back warm. She hadn’t said a damn thing wrong, and he’d scared her.

He strides over to the couch, coming round to kneel in front of her. He places the somewhat squashed flowers on the couch cushion next to her. He hovers a hand above her knee, placing it gently on the fabric of her dress when she doesn’t flinch away at the sight. He doesn’t want her to flinch ever again.

“Dun’ apologise to me when ya ain’t done nothin’ wrong”

“I’m so-“

“Dun’ ever apologise to me when i’s my fault. ‘S my shit an’ I shouldn’t take it out on ya”

She knows he loves her, has proven it time and time again, has put his body in front of hers in the face of almost certain death, would protect her with his last breath, would love her with it. But she knows she’ll never be able to unhear it, that some things you can’t take back, that she’ll always wonder, just a little bit if its true. Logic and love are very rarely intertwined.

“Okay”

He can still hear his fathers words ringing in his head, he knows, more than most, the power that words hold over people. He tries not to say anything he doesn’t mean, and he’ll admit he’s acerbic, pointed sure but never cruel, never unnecessarily unkind. He doesn’t know why tonight was different, but he takes her hands in his, locking his eyes on her so she understands.

“I dun’ get t’ speak t’ ya like that”

“No, you don’t” she agrees, voice firmer, back to her usual tone, the one he’s always loved going hand in hand with the certainty she can hold her own. She pauses, bringing his hands up to press a kiss to his knuckles, soothing because she’s terrified that after all this time, he’s still going to break them by thinking he’s not allowed to claim his hurt “You alright?”

He doesn’t answer, instead sitting back on his feet, raising a small hopeful smile at her.

“Tell me about th’ vacation”

“I don’t-“

“Please. Ya said ya still think ‘bout Canada all th’ time”

He really does want to know, he hadn’t been outside of Georgia before everything went down, and she’s mentioned travel but Canada hadn’t come up; he’s not sure if it was that, that set him off or that he felt inadequate in a room full of people with experiences he never got to have.

“I think it was my favourite trip. Packed a bag and went alone on a whim, found a lake in the forest with a little cabin. Just mountains and trees and lakes. It’s the most peaceful I’ve ever felt. I never wanted to mention it, I know you missed out on so much, but then everyone was talking and I-“

“Nah, go on, ‘S’alright”

“When Reg asked…I was going to say that’s what I picture, when I think of life outside of all of this, me and you in Canada”

“Ya think of that with me?” his voice is low, incredulous awe pulled tight at the edges, he was so busy feeling less than everyone else that he’d missed out on the fact she was thinking of him. She nods, smiling at him, working it out without him needing to say it, figuring out what drove him to snap without asking, under his walls and right in the centre of the internal world he’s built.

“We’d have a house, out near a lake with a wooden porch, and a dog, big scruffy one who likes to catch fish. We’d have coffee together overlooking the water in the morning. You’d work at the local garage, ‘cause you’re good with your hands and tools, wouldn’t have to deal with people all day, fix up all the bikes you’d secretly want...”

He’s staring her at in silence, watching her wistful face glow in the lamplight, he can barely breathe let alone find words knowing that she’s not just dreamt about a life with him, she’s thought it out in detail. He wants it, wants that life with her so badly it aches, thinks it’s the first time he’s wanted anything from life except to get through it.

“I’d work at the bar, play guitar at crappy open mic nights and you’d come for a beer after my shift to walk me home”

He hums, all the response he can manage, guilt chewing at him from the inside, clawing at his mind knowing that he’s taken his own problems out on her, told her he hates her all the while she’s dreaming of something so utterly fucking perfect.

“We’d make dinner together and dance in the living room, go camping at the weekends and make love all night long”

“In another life?” he chuckles, warm and full, knowing he’ll dream about this for the rest of his life.

“In every life…If you’d find me”

“I’d find ya”

-

He runs her a bubble bath, still amazed and confused that he can, that they’ve spent months on the road starving and struggling and here there’s a pantry that has bubble bath. The flowers from Aarons front garden are perched in a glass of water by the bed, the lamps turned off and the doors are locked up as tight as they can be. He’s insistent that he shows his apology, but he’s never had a way to do it outside these walls, nothing beyond words and affection and his experience with what women might like is limited at best.

He stands in the doorway, watching as she wraps herself in a dressing gown. He wonders idly if the amount of love he feels for her could kill him; he feels it so deeply in his bones that he physically isn’t sure it should be able to fit inside of one person. He feels it explode warmth around his body when she shuffles forward to rest her head on his chest.

“You know you don’t have to do all of this? I’m not mad”

Later, when he’s apologised again, reassured her and comforted her and she’s convinced him he’s worth loving in return, he takes them both to bed. Touches her with soft, repentant hands that have always been gentle, hands that are gentle exactly because he knows how dangerous they can be. Atonement seeping from every inch of him as he inches home inside of her, cherishes the contended sigh she lets out at the feel of him. He could never hate her, not even if he tried.

He stills when he bottoms out, rests his forehead against hers as her hips press against his firmly, dragging him as deep as he can go.

“Wha’ ya see in me, anyway?” he whispers against her lips, full of self-doubt.

She looks into him with an intensity that almost hurts, brings her hands to the sides of his face, makes sure he believes her as sincerely as she believes his apology.

“Everything”

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hiii do u think u could write something where maybe bakugo has been stressed lately. never yells at his so, treats them so good but one night after a stressful day, he’s dreaming and his hands burn up a little while he’s holding their waist, and burns them and he doesn’t wake or anything and they try to hide it from him, he finds out and is like super upset at himself and is distant etc hehe :,-) i rlly like ur writing so i’d be excited if u got to write something like this or anything in general

omg omg this is such a great idea!

youre cooking dinner when you hear the front door swing open.

“hi, honey!” you call to him, ready to switch off the burner so you can give him a welcome home kiss.

in return, all you get is a sigh as he sits on the couch.

“katsuki?” you call as you turn the corner from the kitchen to the living room.

you see him, head in his hands and still in his hero suit.

you walk towards him and thread your fingers through his hair, pulling his head toward your stomach.

normally he’d wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your stomach.

but today, he got news that he was being sent on a mission to canada for three months.

away from you.

away from his home.

away from everyone.

and if accepts it, it’s practically a guaranteed job offer to being the number one hero, his dream. though, it would put a large rift in your relationship as he wouldn’t be able to contact you in any way.

he stands from his spot on the couch.

“uh, i’m gonna shower. need to think for a minute.” he says, giving you a lifeless peck to your temple before he turns to leave.

you’d be upset, but he seems stressed. so instead you decide to throw pyjamas in the dryer for him so they’ll be warm once he’s out and start plating dinner.

you set the table before hearing the water shut off.

“ack!” you yelp, running to grab his pyjamas from the dryer.

“hey katsuki?” you call to him, knocking on the door.

you see his pretty face, ridden with stress as he opens the door.

“hm?” he asks lowly.

despite his worry, you still smile at his tired eyes and soft voice.

before you speak, you press a sweet kiss to his nose and watch his eyes flutter shut at the contact.

“brought you warm jammies.” you whisper, kissing his nose again.

he sighs against you before opening the door wider and bringing you into his arms.

“hi.” you whisper.

“mm.” he grunts, but you know he means ‘thank you, love you’.

you pull away after a minute.

“get dressed, dinners on the table.” you smile.

he nods and you head back into the kitchen.

the two of you eat dinner in silence while he thinks to himself.

“what’s on your mind?” you ask as the two of you wash the dishes.

he sets the final plate into the cupboard and clears his throat.

“just work.” he says.

“hmm. i’m sorry baby boy.” you coo, dragging your nails up his arms.

he groans, leaning back into you.

you hug him from behind, reaching your hand under his shirt and brushing against his abs soothingly.

“you gonna tell me specifically?” you ask softly.

he sighs and straightens up.

“not until i decide what to do.” he replies, turning in your arms.

you smile sadly and take him by the hand into your bedroom.

“sleep on it then?” you ask and he nods.

as the two of you get ready for bed in silence you wonder what has him so stressed out.

if he couldn’t save someone he would be more upset and he would’ve told you.

if there was a deadline coming up for his report of a scene he would’ve worked on it today.

if he was being sent on a mission he would be happy.

unless?

“come to bed.” katsuki’s call for you interrupts your thoughts and you shut the bathroom light off before climbing into bed with him.

you stroke his cheek affectionately.

“you sure i cant help with the decision?” you try one more time.

he grabs your palm off his cheek and presses a kiss to it.

“not this time, sweetness.” he replies.

you sigh but nod nonetheless before turning away from him.

he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, pressing kisses to your shoulder.

“i love you, katsuki. i know you’ll make a good decision.” you smile, turning your head to him.

he smiles sadly in return and presses a kiss to your lips, the first of the night.

it continues for minutes as he conveys every emotion within him.

his stress.

his love.

his anger.

his sorrow.

and you take it all, drinking it in and calming the storm brewing in his mind.

“i love you more.” he says.

you grin sheepishly and press a final peck to his lips.

“get some rest, kay?” you smile and lay your head on his arm.

“alright.” he says back, arms tightening around you.

as the two of you sleep, your mind is calm, full of white noise of love and laughter. while katsuki’s mind is plagued with darkness, storms returning with fury as he fights to make the right decision.

katsuki’s ferocious dreams bleed into yours as you feel white hot pain on your torso.

you open your already tear filled eyes and see katsuki’s hands burning into your flesh the same way his dreams burned yours.

you swallow a cry, a shout, you wrangle yourself out of his arms and throw yourself onto the other end of the bed.

you see your katsuki, eyes still closed, brain still unconscious, as he burns himself now.

“katsuki! katsuki wake up, baby. you’re burning yourself!” you shriek.

“katsuki!”

his eyes snap open and his quirk deactivates immediately.

“fuck! i’m sorry.” he apologizes for scaring you.

“did you hurt yourself? let me see!” you cry, lifting his shirt seeing the minor burns on his skin.

“shit… i really liked this shirt.” he attempts to joke but you huff and glare at him.

jumping out of bed you grab his hand and start pulling him to the bathroom.

“i need to clean your wounds.” you mumble.

he follows and sees your charred shirt.

“did i hurt you??” he asks, worry laced in his tone.

“i’m fine, you just got my shirt.” you lie, turning on the bathroom light.

the two of you step in the bathroom.

“sit on the edge of the tub. where’s the first aid kit?” you say looking around the room.

he sits silently while keeping his eyes locked on your torso.

you open the cupboard under the sink and find what you’re looking for.

you walk towards katsuki while opening the first aid kit and ruffling through it while mumbling to yourself.

when you’re in arms reach his hands grab the back of your thighs.

your mumbling ceases and the bathroom goes quiet.

setting the first aid kit on the toilet you thread your fingers through his hair similarly to when he first came home tonight.

“did i burn you?” he whispers, restating his question.

“no, katsuki. i told you, it’s just my shirt. let’s get you clean-“ you’re forced to cut yourself off as he lifts your shirt and sees the nauseating burns on your torso.

his breath hitches and you look down to see tears falling from his eyes.

“it’s not your fault.” you rush to tell him.

his eyes look to yours.

those glossy, heart shattering eyes looking to you for guidance, for an answer.

“it’s not your fault.” you repeat.

he looks back at your burns before his eyes return to yours.

“i burned you.” he whispers, voice cracking.

“you were unconscious.” you whisper back, leaning down to press your forehead to his.

“it’s okay. it’s okay. it’s okay.” you repeat as your arms wrap around his head and his face finds the junction between your neck and shoulder.

his sobs begin to fill the bathroom and you hold him and repeat to him.

“it’s okay. it’s okay. it’s okay.”

ten minutes later he’s calm enough.

“you going to tell me what has you this worked up, now?” you ask.

“they want me to go on a no-contact mission for three months. in canada.” he whispers, numb from his crying.

you kiss his dried tears and he allows his eyes to fall shut.

“if it means you get that number one spot like you’ve always dreamed then we can get through it, katsuki.” you say.

“i’m not going.” he replies, snapping out of his numbed stare.

you blink at him.

“what do you mean? this is your dream and i’m going to support you every step of the way.” you smile.

“i’m not going.” he repeats as he grabs your hand and pulls you through the house.

you follow, confused.

“katsuki??”

“i’m taking your ass to the hospital.” he says, tightening his grip on your hand.

“we’re getting these burns treated.” he grabs his keys and opens the front door.

“i’m going to work ten times as hard.” he pulls you out the door and to his car.

“i’m going to be the number one hero.” he opens your car door and helps you sit.

“and i’m going to do it all right here. with you.” he confirms, grinning determinedly at you.

a bright smile takes over your face as you grab his cheeks and kiss him sweetly.

“i love you.” you whisper.

“i love you more and i’m sorry i burned you, baby girl. never again, okay?” he says, pecking your cheeks repeatedly.

you nod in affirmation and he closes your car door.

while he walks to his side, he takes in the fresh air for the first time since he felt the crushing weight of the rift between you and his work life.

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Peace

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gf!reader

Word count: 1K ish?

Warnings: skinny dipping, simon being fine while he chops would, manly muscles, manly tasks, simon who works all the time

Summary: With Simon, vacations were always rare, so you soaked up every chance you got.

(This is the lake I imagined, the one from The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Snakes and Songbirds, this includes the cabin where Coryo finds the gun)

Vacations with Simon were always hard. 

He’d always be working. All the time. He’d come home from a mission just to go on another one the next day. If he wasn’t on a mission, he’d be writing reports or working out in your home gym. Never gets a break. 

So when you invited Price and his wife over to dinner, you secretly begged for a leave for Simon to take him on a vacation. Price, being the good dude he is, obviously says yes and sends Simon off on a vacation for three weeks with you. 

And here’s a lil headcannon, Simon hates sand. And heat. So no tropical areas. :( No bahamas trip for you.

More so, you settled for a little cabin, deep in the woods, in British Columbia, Canada. And yeah, it sounds lame, but it was perfect for you and Simon. 

One bedroom cabin, a fireplace in the living room, and a cozy bed with the best duvet. It featured a little tiny shower that you and Simon shrunk into every morning, mostly just to be close to each other because the shower was half the size of Simon. And one of Simon’s favourite additions, an axe for wood chopping. The cabin faces out to a large lake. Everything was concealed by trees, leaving just you and Simon alone. There were no distractions, just the very-much-needed break. 

Simon would wake up every morning to chop wood, his way of working out. His exact statement was that the woods were peaceful and the swinging with the axe was good for his arms. And he did it shirtless, of course, just as he did when he worked out at home. 

Toned chest, glistening with sweat in the early morning of the hours, hands gripping the axe he grew to love in the last week, grunting every time he brought the axe down. 

You stood at the entrance of the cabin, leaning against the doorframe, coffee mug in hand as you stare at him, practically eye-fucking him. He was panting, a pile of wood sitting next him, fully chopped. You had no purpose for it but the fireplace, which you kept lit every evening as you two ate dinner. Simon’s grunts were reaching every nerve of your body. He looks too damn good for it to be 6 A.M. in the morning. 

“Do you want tea?” You speak up, breaking his focus on the wood. Your eyes stay on his abs as he looks up, chuckling softly. 

“Would love a cuppa, lovie,” he looks back down at the wood. “Admirin’ the view, hm?”

“You look really good, honey,” you bite your lip to hold back a giggle. 

“Bet I do,” he moves back to chopping his wood. 

“Don’t we have enough fireplace wood?” you tilt your head, still staring at him. 

“Just havin’ fun with it now, lovie,” he shrugs. “Helps me stay in shape, migh’ as well.”

“You don’t need any help staying in shape, honey. You look fine to me,” you giggle. 

He chuckles softly, “Ya keep feedin’ me them deserts and I’ll end up bigger than the lake.”

“You love my deserts,” you giggle. 

“Damn righ’, I do,” he looks up at you and smirks. 

“When you’re done, lumberjack, come inside. I’ll make breakfast, ‘kay?” you smile. He nods and continues his chopping. 

You head back inside, pulling a pan out from one of the cabinets, preparing a batch of scrambled eggs. You make Simon a cup of tea as well, setting it aside for him. He comes in moments later, sighing as he stretches. He grabs a plate of the eggs, taking his cup and sitting down on the couch before patting the spot next to him. 

You sit down next to him. “You wanna go for a dip in the lake after this?”

“Always,” he smiles. 

The two of you eat in silence, taking in the environment around you. The soft rustling of the trees, the chirping of birds, the smell of fresh air, and the sight of the sunlight filtering through the windows. Staying in a cabin in the middle of the forest wasn’t ideal, but it was perfect to you. The quiet solitude of nature and the fresh air provide a peaceful refuge to recharge and rejuvenate. The sounds of nature, from the songs of birds to the gentle whispering of the wind, create a harmonious cacophony that calms the mind and spirit. 

It was truly perfect to the two of you. 

You left both your dirty dishes in the sink to worry about later, heading outside to join Simon, who’s already stripped down to his boxers. He jumps off the dock and into the lake, making the loud splash of the water echo through the empty forest. You follow him, stripping off your dress, jumping into the lake in just a bra and panties. 

 The satisfying splash as you break the surface and the sensation of cool water against your skin, followed by the refreshing feeling of weightlessness as you glide through the water. The taste of salt on your lips and the sensation of the sun's warmth upon your face as you emerge from the water, breathless and invigorated. Simon’s arms wrap around you, holding you flush against his chest, smiling. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you whisper back, biting back a giggle as he pulls you underwater with him again. 

The two of you spend at least an hour in the water, giggling and splashing each other with water, suppressing loud laughs. When you finally decide to get out, Simon pulls you in for a kiss, heading into the cabin to grab a blanket and a towel. He dries you off before drying himself, motioning for you to lie down on the blanke the laid out like a picnic. He lays down on his side, pulling you in to lie your head on his stomach. He intertwines your hands, kissing your temple. 

“Thank you for forcing me to come on this trip,” he smiles. 

“Thank you for putting up with my bullshit and always doing whatever I say,” you giggle. 

“Always will, lovie,” he kisses your temple again. You look back up at the sky, squeezing his hand. 

This.

This was what peace felt like.

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the white snow casts a bright film over the town; you shine the brightest in my eyes

cb98 | during an off day, connor finally takes you to look at the christmas lights in chicago.

If there was one thing you liked about Chicago, it was the atmosphere in the winter time. The nicer parts of the city had miscellaneous Christmas lights strewn along the buildings and trees. You admired them during the day when you were out doing errands, then at night you would watch them twinkle from the apartment window. Your eyes twinkled as bright as those damn lights when you would peer out at them. Connor noticed your admiration for them quickly.

You were never one to necessarily like being out in the cold, though growing up in Canada, it was usually more likely to be chilly than warm. 

Connor had been busy since the season started. He was either watching film, playing, or practicing, not leaving much time to spend with you. Connor was dedicated to the sport, that was something you’ve known forever. When he finally achieved his goal of playing in the NHL, you swore he’s never been happier.

Connor arrived home mid-afternoon from morning skate, the only thing that was planned on his schedule for the day. You were lounging on the couch, in the midst of reading the book that had taken much of your attention. 

“Hi, Connie. How was morning skate?” You asked, your eyes barely glancing up from the book. A loud thump from his bag sounded through the small apartment, a loud grunt following it.

“Normal, nothing really exciting.” Connor replied, pulling open the fridge to grab a water bottle.  You watched him open the bottle, taking three long gulps of water. Your eyes glanced back out the window, a thought popping into your mind.

“Since you don’t have anything tonight, can we please drive around to look at all the lights? It’s depressing to look at them from this window every night.” You spoke, book marking your page and shutting the book. You placed the hardback book on the table, sitting up slightly.

Connor looked over at you, a nod evident after he finished the entirety of the water bottle. “You really want to?” He asked, tossing the plastic bottle into the trash can.

You nodded quickly, your eyes fixated on him. “I do, they just look so pretty at night.”

“Then yeah, of course.” Connor nodded, smiling at you.

Later that evening, when the sun had set, you were dressed and ready to head out. You had on a chunky white sweater with light wash jeans. Your hair was pulled into a half-up style, a black ribbon adorning around the hairband. Connor was dressed in his usual every day attire - a black Nike hoodie with jeans and Air Forces. 

You always made fun of him for wearing those shoes, they were beat up and have been through a lot.

Connor’s car had been warming up in the parking garage, hoping to ensure the interior was warm before you guys left. Connor waited for you to finish getting ready, scrolling through his phone in the living area. You finished the last of your makeup, grabbing your purse from the dresser in the bedroom. 

“You ready?” You spoke, announcing yourself as you walked into the living room. Connor quickly stood up, turning to look at you.

“You look pretty,” Connor complimented, grabbing his keys and wallet from the coffee table. The coffee table was practically on its last leg, you’ve had it for ages. It was your grandma’s and after her passing, it had been sitting in the garage of your family’s home.

Your face flushed a light red, scrunching up at his compliment. “Thank you,”

Connor placed a light kiss on your cheek, leading you outside of the apartment. Hand-in-hand, you walked down to the parking garage, finding Connor’s car in the usual parking spot. He opened the passenger door for you then got into the driver’s seat. 

“I think we can drive down the main road outside, there are many lights down there. Then, do you know that little Christmas tree thing near the arena? There are many different like - light galleries - or something,” You spoke up, watching Connor connect his phone to the car play.

“I think I know what you are talking about,” Connor spoke, putting the car into reverse.

His hand found its usual spot on your thigh once you got onto the main road. The road was a long straight stretch, traffic filling the road. Usually, it would’ve irritated Connor, but the traffic helped you really get a good look at the Christmas decorations that adorned the road. Your eyes were fixated on the twinkling lights outside of the window. There was a mix of colors; white, red, green, blue, yellow - you were absolutely mesmerized.

Due to the stop-and-go flow of traffic, Connor was able to look over at you, admiring you. You caught him a few times, only when you would turn your vision to the other side of the road.

You felt increasingly lucky to have ended up with Connor. Christmas was easily your favorite season, your previous partners never really wanted to indulge in Christmas festivities.

"Oh! Look at those ones!" You gushed, pointing at lights that were arranged to look like a polar bear. It was perched against the small, private owned pet store. "I love Christmas - Ohmygosh."

Connor let out a chuckle, shaking his head at you.

After an hour of sitting in traffic, the car was parked in the parking lot to a walk-through Christmas event. It happened every year in Chicago, right by the United Center. Many vendors would set up different Christmas light decorations.

You pushed some of your fly aways out of your face, getting out of the car to face the cold Chicago air. Connor's hand once again grasped yours as you both walked through the entrance.

"Connor - Ohmygosh - I love this so much." You stated, your eyes dancing from each light attraction.

"Good, I'm glad. Sat through a hour's worth of traffic for this." Connor sarcastically spoke, his hand squeezing yours.

"Oh quit it, you loved every minute of that traffic. Well, except for when that one car almost hit us." You grinned at him, pulling out your phone to take some photos.

At some point, Connor was walking behind you, attentively watching as you would become entranced by a new attraction. You would take out your phone to take a picture, then stare at the lights for many minutes afterward. Connor took some candid pictures of you aswell.

At the end of the walk way, there was a large Christmas tree that was decorated with many ornaments and lights. You swore your heart doubled in size looking at it. You were never sure why you loved Christmas so much, maybe it was the endless joy that usually came along with it.

Connor linked back up at your side, glancing at you while you stared at the tree. "Thank you, Connie. Thank you for doing this with me." You stated, finally detaching your eyes from the tree to look at him.

"Of course, baby, this was fun." Connor replied, his hand linking back into yours. "It's cute, yanno, how much you love Christmas. Don't think I've ever met someone who likes the season as much as you."

"It's just such a positive time - and it's so beautiful." You explained, a grin adorning your face as you stared at him. "I love you,"

"I love you too," Connor replied, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.

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yourusername connor took me to look at all the pretty christmas lights. 11/10 man if you ask me <3

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Fake texts au- pt.17 bffs with the rookies+ The Sleepover I

You had called all the rookies and a few others as well, the first one to show up was Lance. You had become friends with him through your uncle and in the short time you knew him, you both had become close.

You ran up and hugged him, making him stumble back a few steps. He laughed, dropping his bags and wrapped his arms around you.

You let go, patting his shoulders, leading him into the house, he motioned to the driver he had rented to bring in the rest of his luggage.

"Holy shit, are you moving in with me?" You gasped as the man brought in two huge suitcases and went back for more.

"You don't want the stuff I got you then?" He raised his brow, sitting on the couch next to you. You shifted closer to the man and nudged him with your shoulders, making him smile.

"Nooooo, I want the stuff, you can leave though," You shrugged.

"Man shut up," he retorted, "I've got to meet with Nando anyways,"

"Well, I'm still your favourite Alonso though,"

"You literally never were," he bit back, making you gasp, you turned your face away, hand on your chest.

"Outta my house man, ungrateful ass-"

"I'm literally doing you a favour." He deadpanned.

You just stared at him for a second and then broke the silence, incapable of staying still.

"You want a pizza?"

"I want to sleep, jet lag fucking sucks," He groaned, even though the time difference between Canada and Spain wasn't more than his f1 schedule, it was a lot.

"Yeah, come on, I'll show you to your room." You got up, him following.

"By when do the others get here?" He asked as you led him up the stairs.

"Well, Arthur's getting here in like half an hour, Logan and Oscar are getting here by like 5, and Mick's gonna be here by 7, we'll start streaming by like 9 I think," His eyes glistened when hearing Mick's name, obviously happy to have someone he was close with.

I opened the door to the guest room and he immediately made his way to the bed, all but passing out.

You went back down, knowing you'd have to open the door for Arthur soon and I didn't want the bell to disturb Lance. So I opened the door and laid on the couch, scrolling on my phone.

I was lost on TikTok, spam-sending random reels to the group chat.

Suddenly someone grabbed the hood of my hoodie and pulled it, making me jump off the couch and fall on the floor dragging the person down with me.

I opened my eyes to find a laughing blonde bent over my torso.

"What the fuck, Arthur!" you yelled, pushing the still-laughing boy off me, sitting up and adjusting my hoodie.

"Well, who asked you to leave the door open?" He retorted, letting himself fall on the couch, I sat back where I was and he turned, placing his head on my lap, "By the way, did you get a roommate or something?" he asked pointing to the bags.

"Nah, that's just Lance," I said, returning to my scrolling.

"Charlies' asking if we'll be drinking today,"

"i dont know why?"

"So he can call the cops in advance,"

"WE ARENT THAT BAD" I cried out knowing it was a lie.

As time went on, I shifted into a more comfortable position, sleep finally taking us over.

I woke up with a start and startled the boy curled beside me. The doorbell kept ringing a second time, loud and harsh.

"What the fuck," I called out, rubbing my eyes and then remembering Logan and Oscar were supposed to be arriving.

I ran to the door, jumping over Lance's bags in the hallway, opening the door to find my closest friends, "Hi! How are y'all?" You asked, helping them with their bags, and setting them next to Lance's.

You hugged the Brunette and then the blonde who wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in, and making you feel warm.

"How was the flight?" You asked, your hand still around Logan's waist, and his around yours.

The three of you spoke as you walked to the living sofa, where Arthur was finally awake enough to be human.

"Hey, Art," Logan ruffled the other blondes hair and jumped over the back of the couch to sit next to him.

Arthur, who was happy to have someone else to lean on, immediately latched onto Logan, pushing the American down, and passing out again.

"He's jetlagged, or something, I don' know," You shrugged when the boy looked at you for an explanation. "I'll go wake up Lance, y'all know where your rooms are right?" You asked and Oscar nodded, the others either sleeping or trying not to move.

When the man finally woke up, and didn't throw pillows at you with scary accuracy, he walked down the stairs behind you to the living room and greeted the rest of the boys.

You all freshened up and called for some food, waiting for Mick.

Finally, the blonde arrived, smiling and surprisingly with no jet lag.

You guys ate a quick dinner and set up Oscar's twitch channel.

You rubbed your hands together maniacally making the boys look at you questioningly, poor guys, you thought, they have no idea whats planned.

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cheer up day | dad!jamie drysdale

lila, my love au masterlist💐

request: jamie having to watch lila and having trouble so him & trev have some fun watching her while moms out

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“lila, baby, mommy will be back home soon! please don’t cry,” jamie pleaded to his freshly one year old daughter. his efforts went largely unnoticed by the young girl, who started wailing louder upon hearing her dads words. lila wasn’t used to not having her mom around, and this weekend proved difficult.

y/n was gone back to canada for the weekend to visit her sick grandmother. she hadn’t wanted to take lila on the long flight back to toronto and with jamie having hockey practice during the weekend, it just made sense for the two of them to stay at home. jamie wished he had fought harder to go.

“lila! lila-bell look!!” jamie tried a new strategy, which included waving lilas favourite stuffed bunny around and making it dance and sing. “i shake it off ! i shake it off off off!” he sang poorly, twisting and shaking the teddy as he continued the song. 

lila seemed appeased for a moment, smiling gummily at her father before she realized she was still missing her mom. 

“lila baby please!” jamie was quick to wipe away his daughters tears and bring the girl into his lap. he cuddled her close and pulled out his phone from his pocket to dial his best friends number.

“LILA BELL!!” trevor beamed as he barged right into jamie’s apartment an hour later. trevor never knocked. 

“oh thank god,” jamie replied, getting off the couch to greet his best friend. “she’s been so sad today. she’s not used to not having her mom here” jamie gave trevor the rundown and he nodded, tapping his finger against his lips as he started thinking.

“jimmy, this clearly calls for taylor swift” trevor finally spoke up, reaching down to grab the tv remote from the coffee table.

“i sang shake it off earlier!” 

trevor rolled his eyes, “yeah no wonder she misses her mom! your daddy sucks at singing lils” trevor directed the last part to lila who giggled up at him. “see, she agrees”

“just play the song” jamie rolled his eyes and trevor pressed play.

the beginning of wildest dreams blasts from the tv speaker and trevor got into position. he crouched down on the ground in front of lila who was sat on the couch, and he started singing the opening words to her.

“say you’ll remember me!!” trevor screeched, causing lila to full on belly laugh as she reached her tiny hands out to grab at him. “now this is a banger lila!” he brought the girl into his arms and started dancing around the living room with her.

jamie joined in on the next song, both boys jumping around and singing to 22. “you don’t know about me! but i bet you want too!!!” jamie sung as trevor set lila on her feet. 

the little girl started bouncing to the music, her sadness for her mom long forgotten. 

“jimmy catch me!” trevor shouted, running and jumping into jamie’s arms who dutifully caught him and spun him around much to lilas delight.

“we just keep dancing like we’re … TWENTY TWO!!!” the boys sang in unison while lila babbled loudly. 

they kept on singing and dancing until lila eventually got tired and started clinging to jamie. 

jamie tucked lila into bed, and then he flopped himself down on the couch next to trevor. “thanks for coming over” 

“i had loads of fun” trevor spoke quietly as he settled himself on the couch. “you’re a great dad, jimmy” 

“thank you,” jamie whispered, exhaustion from his morning with lila and all the singing and dancing kicking in. “and thanks for helping out today. it means a lot”

trevor hummed, “yeah no problem” and a minute later both boys were asleep. 

[lfghughes]

Heaven Can’t Help Me Now

a/n: I have been sooooo excited about posting this and I was going to put it up later but I can’t wait. I really hope you guys like it because I really enjoyed writing it and I kinda wanna make multiple parts if it’s something you guys want

From the moment you had moved in next door to the boys, it had been the three of you since. It’s not like you had been in each others lives since childhood or even for several years yet but it was one of those where you had meshed in so well and now if you didn’t see at least one of them a day it was weird. Of course there were days when they would go off on their hockey trips and you wouldn’t see them. Summer last year wasn’t too bad either because you somehow managed to tag along on their plans instead of going the full few months without them.

It had all really started when they had come home from practice one afternoon and you were struggling carrying some boxes in when you were moving in. Immediately they offered to help you and after easily getting into conversation with them you three found out you had a lot more in common than you would have thought. From that point on you spent a lot of lunches, dinners, and late nights at their place or yours. You went to their games, they’ve met your family, and so much more.

Now summer was coming again and your plans had stayed pretty similar to last year. You were actually in the middle of packing because Trevor had invited you to go to Canada for the F1 stuff that was going on and you knew his friend Jack and Cole would be there too. Jamie had a few things going on with his family so he wouldn’t be making the trip this time. But you already made plans with him for when you got back.

“Z is out for the night but wanna come over and watch a movie before you abandon me for weeks ;p” a laugh left your lips as soon as you read Jamies text and you quickly typed back a yes before heading on over. It wasn’t exactly shocking that the door was already unlocked for you to come in and that he already had the whole living room set up for the two of you. “I got your favorite popcorn, extra butter. Also some candy for the both of us.” He patted the spot on the couch next to him.

You made yourself at home, grabbing a blanket and putting it out between the two of you. One thing you did like about your friendship with them was your level of comfort with them and also the affection you three could share and it didn’t mean anything romantically. You let your head rest against Jamies shoulder as you watched the movie. “I’m going to miss you while you’re gone.”

“I’m only going to be gone a week but I do wish you could have come with us too. You keep me sane with all of Trevors energy.” You teased as you tilted your head to look up at Jamie. There was a look in his eyes that you couldn’t quite describe but it almost seemed like he was trying to decide on something in that moment. His hand went up to your jaw, cautiously and you could feel your heart thumping in your chest because you had a feeling you knew what was coming next.

His lips were mere inches from yours when you heard the front door close shut, making both of you jump feet away from each other. You let out a small awkward cough as you adjusted yourself back on the couch as Trevor walked into the living room. “How are my favorite two people doing??” He was clearly in a good mood as he leaned over, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and ruffling Jamies hair. 

“You got your stuff all packed right? We leave at five a.m so I figured I was going to just bring my bags out to the car now and I can come with you to your place and grab your stuff too.” You nodded your head, trying your best to keep up with the information your best friend was throwing at you but you were still reeling from the fact that your other best friend had just almost kissed you.

“Well come on then.” Trevor said and you got up from the couch. Clearly you and Jamie were not going to get a couple of minutes to talk about this tonight. “Alright, well I’m going to head to bed and since I won’t be awake at that time I hope you two have a safe trip. See you when you get back.” You knew that last sentence was more directed at you and you nodded your head.

As you and Trevor walked the short walk back to your place you felt his arms wrap around your waist as he picked you up and spun you around before setting you back down. “So you excited about hanging out with me for the whole week, baby girl?” A groan left your lips at the nickname he had deemed was yours just to annoy you. “You’re going to give me such a headache.” You teased but you knew he’d take it just like that. 

While you felt like your friendship with Jamie was a lot more on the affectionate side and sweet. Your friendship with Trevor had tones of that too but you two also loved annoying each other this way. Jamie was your person when you needed comfort and someone to talk to about what was bothering you. Trevor was your person to get your mind off of what was bothering you. It was a great dynamic and now you were worried that this almost kiss could have ruined it.

“Don’t worry, I have some great plans I think you’ll enjoy out there. Just you and me, baby.” He gave you a little tap on the nose with his pointer finger. You had helped him grab the two bags you had packed and he quickly adjusted it so he could carry both back to his car. “Don’t worry, I’ll go pack these up. You go to sleep because we have a fun week ahead of us.”

[jflemingology]

Night Terrors | Jessie Fleming x Reader

In which: you have a nightmare and Jessie cares for you

Warnings: mentions of separation anxiety but nothing too detailed

WC: 1.7K

A/N: Wanted to get this draft out before I worked on some of the requests I received (thank you btw!). Hope you enjoy this one!

Divider: @cafekitsune

Jessie had grown familiar with your dreaming. In the middle of the night, was often she found herself met with cold sheets when she went to wrap her arm around you.

In the early days of your relationship, the Canadian would find herself quite anxious about your nightmares. She would go after you when she noticed you’d slipped out of bed, ready to care for you. But when she pushed too far one time, ushering you to speak to her about it, it ended up in an argument and from then on she knew better than to pry.

This night, it started no different than usual. Jessie woke up as a light breeze crawled over her skin, silently cursing to herself for not having closed the window before you two fell asleep last night.

She opened her eyes to a pitch black room, realizing that it was probably hours before she would usually get up. She felt around her nightstand for her phone until her screen lit up and winced. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the bright light coming from the device, the clock reading 3:05.

Jessie sighed and rubbed her hands down her face, turning her phone back off. She turned around expecting to be met with your warm body which she could snuggle into, but instead there was only cold sheets and the smell of your shampoo lingering on your pillow.

She flopped back onto her back and sighed, realizing this was the 3rd time this week that you had gotten up in the middle of the night.

It had been a really tough week at work. You worked overtime every evening but still it didn't feel like the workload lessened at all. Every morning you would log into your account met with another abundance of e-mails and countless new invoices that you had to deal with.

You knew from experience that weeks like that usually had a big impact on your sleep at night. It kept you up nonetheless, but it also influenced the frequency of your dreams – especially the ones that would have you out of bed by 3am, lingering around the living room trying to find the peace that would allow you to climb back into bed and cuddle up to your Canadian.

So when Saturday morning came around, you would've loved nothing more than to be cradled into Jessie's loving arms. But instead you found yourself once again wide awake, trying to kill some time by reading a bit of the book your girlfriend had recommended you a few weeks ago.

Jessie had tried going back to sleep, but after countless tossing and turning her body had clearly made the decision for her. "Screw it," she mumbled under her breath. She threw the covers off her body and shivered again when another breeze snuck its way into your shared bedroom. She threw on an old Canada hoodie over her naked upper body and slowly made her way downstairs, not wanting to scare you.

Nonetheless, your attention was pulled by a pair of feet softly thudding down the stairs. You noticed how she engulfed herself in a hoodie and was wearing a pair of your fuzzy sweatpants, clearly feeling the cold of the chilly winter night.

Jessie loved Winter, growing up in Canada it was the season she thrived most in, but she despised the cold nights. Portland wasn't anywhere near as cold as Ontario – where she grew up –, but the cool air could still be relentless.

You set down the book you were reading in your lap and offered her a slight smile, letting her know that she was okay to join you. She shuffled her way over to the couch and plopped down next to you, immediately nuzzling her face in your neck and wrapping her arm protectively around your midsection.

"You okay?", she mumbled against your football shirt-covered skin. You put your book away before you hummed, carding your fingers through her hair as you felt her relax against your body. "I'm okay, dreams have just been keeping me up again. The intense week at work hasn't helped it", you spoke softly, trying your best not to disturb the brunette's peace.

Jessie started tracing patterns on the exposed skin on your stomach where your shirt had ridden up, before placing a tender kiss against it. She shifted against you so she was now facing you, placing her hand against your cheek as you leaned into her warm touch. "You wanna talk about it or you wanna go back to bed?"

You could tell she was nervous by the way her eyes were shooting all over your face. It happened many times that this conversation led to an argument before, both of you disagreeing with each other as to what you needed most. You insisted that you just needed space and a bit of time to get settled again before you would get back into bed with her, Jessie assumed that you would be better off in bed with her anyway.

You contemplated pushing it away, but you knew Jessie only wanted to help – and it was only right that she knew what was going on in your mind. If anything, she was the only one that would be able to help you, let alone you would allow to help you.

"I've just been having some separation anxiety lately, and it's reflecting in my dreams. I know we've been spending little time together, and I know it's my fault. Work has been overwhelming and it's been consuming me," you took a deep breath before you continued.

"But this week the nightmares have been mainly just... you leaving me. Leaving because we don't spend enough time together, because I'm too caught up with work, because sometimes I can't give you what you deserve."

You tried to look away from your girlfriend, trying to hide your teary eyes from her gaze. She didn't allow you though, grabbing your chin between her thumb and index finger and softly turning your face back to hers. She wiped away a stray tear that had made its way across your cheek and pressed a couple kisses on the wet trail it left behind.

A small smile crept across her face before she spoke up. "Firstly, thank you for telling me. I know this is a sensitive topic for you, let alone when it's about something like this. Thank you."

She pressed a soft kiss against your lips to accentuate her words, leaving you the space if you wanted to say anything. You didn't, so she spoke up again. "I get where this is coming from, baby. You had a busy week and we've barely spent time together. But this stuff happens. You work and I work. We're both on busy day-to-day schedules, let alone when the company you work at is going through a busy period." She kissed away another tear that had managed to escape your eye.

She grabbed one of your hands, that was still scratching her scalp, and pressed a soft kiss against it. "This right here," she pointed between you and her. "I'm in this for the long run, love. I'm not gonna leave you because you can't give me all your attention for a couple of weeks. If this was an issue for our relationship, we wouldn't have made it past a month. I'm away all the time, but I don't question your love for me and I'm sure your love for me doesn't waver either. Patches like this will keep happening. You will have plenty of weeks where you have to prioritize work over me, I will have countless camps and tournaments where I need to prioritize football over you. But that doesn't mean that I think we shouldn't be doing this. I'm head over heels for you and I can't imagine myself with anyone else. I love you."

You chuckled and looked up at the ceiling while you let your tears flow. "I don't know how I ever got this lucky, Fleming," you said with a strained voice.

You noticed a faint blush forming on Jessie's cheeks, the red tint visible as it was accentuated by your reading lamp that was still on by the side of the couch.

"And for the record, I love you too. Loads. And I can't imagine being with anyone else, either. I guess I was just too caught up with other things to be thinking straight. I know you wouldn't leave me over this."

You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned down to her, connecting your lips in a tender kiss. Jessie pushed herself up and put her weight on her forearm, leaning into the kiss. You whimpered as she pushed her tongue past your lips and deepened the kiss, allowing her to take dominance. You felt your girlfriend shift against you, but before she could pin you down on the couch you pushed against her chest and broke the kiss.

You leaned your forehead against hers and spoke up. "It's 4am, let's not get carried away," you mumbled under your breath. Jessie sighed in mock annoyance before she grinned widely at you, nodding in understanding.

She stood up and stretched out her hands towards you, pulling you up with her before leading you both back to the bedroom. She took her hoodie back off and contrary to last night, she did remember to close the window now.

Jessie made sure all the lights were turned off before she got in bed with you. You snuggled up to her side the second she was under the covers, causing her to let out a soft chuckle.

"I love you, Jess. Thank you for this. I know I don't always make it easy for you to know what you have to do, but you were perfect tonight."

Jessie pressed a sweet kiss against your forehead. "Anything for you, baby. And if that involves braving the freezing cold at 3am to save you from the mental monsters, then I will do so," she replied with a toothy grin.

You rolled your eyes and smiled, pressing a final kiss against her lips before settling your head down on her chest, ready for a few more hours of sleep.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

[tokischaaaaa]

bom espírito esportivo ⚽️

!hamzah x !🇧🇷 reader

notes!!: this was from a request but i accidentally deleted it :(, so to anonymous this for u bbg . hope i did service to you 🫡🫡

warnings: fluff, some spicy scene

word count: 1.8k

flashback to FIFA 2023

today was the day that y/n and hamzah would finally watch the world cup together! y/n was hosting a watch party at her apartment, and she had invited mandy, martin, and, of course, her boyfriend hamzah. it was perfect because she knew there would be competition between the four of them, especially since the match was canada vs. brazil.

mandy and martin were rooting for canada, and y/n, naturally, was rooting even harder for brazil. she had made it her mission to make everyone feel sorry for canada and boast about how much better brazil’s team was.

buzz buzz

y/n's phone vibrated with new texts from hamzah:

oye you're gonna lose

canada for the winn

neymar? more like neymar ruin

…

y/n, is that how you say bad?

did i say something worse??

she giggled as she read hamzah's messages and sent him a 😤 emoji in return. she realized it was her cue to start decorating and getting ready for the watch party. sliding on her neymar brazil jersey and levi jean shorts, she clipped on some gold hoops and a gold jesus necklace.

"perfeito," she said to herself, smiling at her reflection.

before she could start ordering food and decorating her apartment, she noticed her cat, belinda, lounging on the floor.

"oh, belinda, eu tenho um presente especial para você, meu amor," y/n cooed, scooping her up and grabbing a small package her mom had sent her a few months ago. inside was a tiny cat sweater with "brazil" printed in dark green, surrounded by yellow accents.

she went to the kitchen, grabbed some catnip, and let belinda enjoy herself while y/n tried to slip the sweater on.

"eh, isso vai ter que funcionar. temos que fazer com que todos sintam que estão do lado errado,"

—> eh, this will have to work. we have to make everyone feel like they're on the wrong side,"

final product 😮‍💨 ^^^

y/n grabbed the beers and chips from her pantry and placed them on the living room table, hanging some brazilian flags around the couch. she called a nearby restaurant and ordered some food since she didn’t have time to cook.

as she turned on the tv, a knock echoed through the apartment. belinda freaked out and started scratching the door.

"probably the delivery man," y/n mumbled, opening the door to find hamzah wearing a canada jersey, chain, black sweatpants, and, of course, a hat.

"wow, even for the world cup you manage to look homeless," y/n snickered, taking hamzah's hat off to let his curls breathe.

"okay, but at least i don't look like a fool," he said, pecking y/n’s forehead.

"oh, shut up," y/n said, shoving him inside.

"hey, they left something outside your door, by the way," a familiar voice chimed in.

"mandy!" y/n screamed, running to hug her friend.

"y/n!" mandy squealed as they giggled together until martin coughed.

"greetings, martin," y/n said, taking the food from his hands.

"greetings, y/n," martin nodded back.

meanwhile, hamzah had made himself comfortable on the couch, and belinda crawled up to him. "y/n, what did you do to your poor cat?" hamzah asked, wide-eyed.

"what?" y/n said, suddenly worried belinda might be hurt. she looked at her cat and then at hamzah’s expression, and she burst out laughing. "i thought belinda was hurt! you scared me," she said, trying to catch her breath.

"she is! she's being humiliated," hamzah teased, sticking his tongue out at her.

thirty minutes later, y/n had set up all the food, and they spent the time making fun of each other's teams. with only fifteen minutes left before the game, they turned on the tv, and hamzah decided to strike up a conversation.

"so, let's say canada wins," he began.

"which they won’t," y/n cut in.

"lies. if canada wins, i take you to a party/karaoke, and you pay."

"ha! okay, fine. if brazil wins, i take you to a brazilian party/karaoke, and you pay—with your slushy money."

"it's serious stuff!"

"mhm."

soon, the game was about to start. hamzah grabbed belinda and held on to her.

"filho de puta," y/n hissed under her breath as the players sang the anthems. neymar jr. was the first to grab the ball, getting dangerously close to the goal.

"amor! entre por favor!" y/n cried, standing up.

"why are you calling him husband?" hamzah asked.

"don't worry about it, burro," y/n smiled.

neymar shot for the goal, but a canadian player blocked it. "let's go!" hamzah yelled, jumping up, startling belinda, who meowed at him.

"that’s right, belinda. canada’s the best—they’re going to get us the win."

"what do you mean, 'us'? she’s a brazilian cat."

"not today, she’s canadian."

"no, she isn’t." as y/n and hamzah bickered, the game intensified by the minute.

"you two are way more competitive than we are," mandy laughed.

"yeah, feels like i’m watching two fox commentators argue," martin added.

through the tv, y/n could tell neymar was getting tired after about thirteen missed shots, all blocked by canada.

"your boo thang is getting tired. they might have to sub him out," hamzah snickered.

"you’re so stupid. you have no idea how this works," y/n said, flicking him.

"hey! wait, hey!" hamzah suddenly shouted, his voice rising as neymar scored.

"te amo neymar! você é tão sexy!" y/n screamed, grabbing belinda and kissing her all over.

belinda purred, licking her back as y/n taunted hamzah, who was now pouting.

"oh, don’t be a baby. there are still forty more minutes," mandy said.

hamzah grumbled, clearly upset. y/n ran into her room and pulled out something from under her bed. she returned to the living room and tossed it to hamzah. it was a framed photo of the two of them from when they first started dating. both were holding guaranás, hands intertwined, from when they first met in brazil, where they shared their first kiss—all because of one soda.

hamzah looked up at y/n, who had her arms crossed, and then stood up to hug her. "you really forget i’m canadian too," she said, squeezing his shoulder.

hamzah smiled, and the couple decided to end their fiery debate. they turned off the tv, much to the relief of mandy and martin, who were happy to see the tension between the couple dissipate. martin and mandy politely declined an invitation to continue watching the game at a bar, so hamzah and y/n bid them farewell and drove off to the bar.

after arriving at the bar, they were greeted with the lively atmosphere of soccer fans chanting and cheering. y/n and hamzah found a spot in the corner to watch the game on the big screen. as they sat down, y/n's competitive spirit returned. she looked over at hamzah, who was still wearing his canada jersey, and decided to tease him a little more.

"you know, i’m still not over that canadian block. i need something to wash down the bitterness," she joked.

hamzah chuckled, "oh really? what do you have in mind?"

y/n smirked and leaned in closer, "i need a drink—something with a twist."

without explaining further, she grabbed the waiters attention and said "i need two coronas and five limes,"

the waiter nodded in response and quickly brought them to her.

hamzah watched her curiously as she ordered.

"what are you going to do with the limes?" hamzah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"you'll find out," y/n smirked as the drinks arrived.

once the drinks were on the table, y/n picked them

up in her hands and used her free hand to lead hamzah to the car, she made hamzah hold the drinks and limes as she took control of the wheel and started a speedy commute back to her apartment.

once they arrived at y/n’s apartment, she led him to her bedroom and shoved him on the bed.

y/n started unbuttoning hamzah's shirt. as it came off, revealing his chiseled abs, y/n was in awe. she resumed her lustful actions, removing her shirt, revealing her black lace bra. she ripped her pants off and climbed on top of him, grabbing a lime and squeezing it over his abs, sucking up the juice as it trickled down.

a moan escaped hamzah's mouth as y/n sucked harder and faster. she was too distracted to notice hamzah trying to say something. he picked her up, changing their positions, and unclipped her bra. he squeezed the lime over her already hard nipples and started sucking like there was no tomorrow. y/n grabbed his hair, pushing him lower to her breasts. after letting him suck a little more, she grabbed his chin and started kissing him all over.

y/n lay on hamzah's chest, breathing heavily.

"para tudo bailao!" he sung with a raspy voice.

y/n slapped his chest playfully. "you always ruin the moment!"

"yeah, but it's just to get closer to you," he said, grinning.

"in brazil, we’d call you monte de merda," y/n said, snickering.

"what’s that?"

"don’t worry about it. if i were you, i’d worry about canada losing—"

y/n was cut off by hamzah kissing her.

“shush babe, don’t forget your paying.” hamzah mumbled into y/n’s hair.

“paying how? we’re home now.” y/n smiled looking up, making eye contact with hamzahs bambi eyes.

“com beijos.” hamzah grinned. proud of the small amount of words he picked up on by y/n.

hamzah then covered y/n’s face with kisses all over.

“ah hamzah stop, your acting like belinda.” y/n smirked.

“my kisses are clean!” hamzah scoffed dramatically.

“oh god not this sassyness now,” y/n sighed.

“listen, at least i’m not as dramatic as your ‘husband’ neymar.” hamzah shrugged giving y/n one more kiss on her nose.

y/n’s face turned a light pink, “touché,”

y/n cuddled up closer to hamzah, her head resting on his chest. she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting reminder of the love they shared. with her arm draped over him and his hand gently rubbing her back, y/n sighed contentedly.

"i guess we're both winners tonight," she whispered, feeling his warmth enveloping her.

hamzah smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "yeah, but i think i won the jackpot," he teased softly.

y/n chuckled, closing her eyes as the exhaustion of the day finally caught up with her. "we’ll call it a tie," she murmured, nuzzling into him.

with hamzah’s arm wrapped securely around her, she felt safe and cherished, ready to drift off into a peaceful sleep, knowing that no matter what team won or lost, they had each other.

that’s what i call ‘bom espírito esportivo’ aka good sportsmanship ⚽️

toksichaaa speaks: i rlly hope yall liked this , lowkey gave me nostalgia with all the neymar edits lol , ALSO TO THE PERSON WHO REUQESTD THIS ILYSM , im def off my break now 😈😈😈

[nycbaby21]

"I really hope so pt. 2"

*so glad you guys enjoyed the last part. here is part 2, hopefully you like it as much as I liked writing it. also sorry for the love interest change. I promise I'll give Mat his moment soon*

word count: 3,780

Running outside to my car, I got completely soaked. It seemed like the rain didn’t want me to feel alone so the sky cried with me. I thought about going home, but with the downpour and my teary vision, I settled for the next best thing. I pulled up to Tito’s house and sat in the car. I sat there for a few minutes finally taking in what all happened tonight. My phone buzzing brought me out of my thoughts. I try and clear my throat to make it seem like I hadn’t been crying, “Hey T. What’s up?” I hear shuffling from the phone,” Oh nothing much just wondering how long you were gonna sit in the car?” I look up and see him through the now-open door.

I make my way to him and he wraps a towel around me. “It’s warm,” I smile enjoying the warmth compared to the chilling rain outside. “I put it in the dryer when I saw you sitting in the car,” he says leading me inside and stopping when we get to the living room. He goes to his room and comes back with a pair of boxers and an old sweatshirt. I give him a small smile and head to his bathroom. My mind hasn’t stopped since I left Mat’s place. Was this how he felt a few weeks ago, heartbroken and needing a friend. 

I left my wet clothes on the floor in his bathroom and wiped off what little makeup I had worn today of. I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. Unlike Mat when he showed up all wet and sad, I looked like a total mess. My eyes traveled down to the sweatshirt and I immediately let out a small smile. His Team Canada sweatshirt was the one thing he never let anyone borrow. I had seen people try and he always gives them another one. 

I slowly walk back into the living room and see him setting up the couch. “What are you doing,” I laugh seeing him fuss over a blanket. His head snapped up and he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. His shocked expression turned soft almost instantly. “Uhm when I was sad when I was younger Francis would build a blanket fort in the living room. I thought maybe it would help you too, but you probably think it’s stupid right? Of course, it is. You are a grown woman why the hell would a fort make you feel better,” he rambles trying to tear it down.

“Don’t you dare mess that up! Tito this was really sweet. It means a lot to me okay, even more now that I know why you made it,” I say grabbing his hand and pulling it away from the blankets. He lets out a deep breath and nods. I shake my head and laugh at him. “Okay, where do you need me, boss,” I say turning and looking up at him. He looks over and pauses, staring intensely at my face, and then instructs me to grab pillows from his room. After a couple mishaps, we finally had a stable enough fort. 

“I see why Francis made these as kids, you suck at them,” I joke poking his side once we get settled in. “You take that back,” he acts offended by my moment, but his eyes show that he really isn’t. “Never,” I laugh leaning over him and opening the Netflix app on his laptop. “Okay, so what do you wanna watch,” I ask looking up at him. He shrugs his shoulder,” I don’t care what you pick.” I give him a weird look. “What was that for,” he asks smoothing down the wrinkles I made in my forehead.

I let out a small laugh because it tickled. “I don’t know, it’s just I never pick,” I shrug scrolling through. “Wait in all the years you and Mat have been friends, you have never picked something for you to watch,” he asks sitting up looking over at me. “Nope. He always made fun of what I picked, even if it was in a joking way. I just thought it was easier if he picked,” I say still scrolling. “You should just pick because I’ll probably pick something stupid and take forever,” I say pushing the laptop towards him. He shakes his head and pushes it back. “Not happening. We are going to sit here and watch whatever you pick. If it’s something you like you shouldn’t be embarrassed by it. I’m sure I’ll like whatever it is.”

His words kind of stunned me for a second. I shake them off, not trying to think too far into things and finally click some Adam Sandler movie. I look over at him and he is smiling. “See I told you it would be good,” he bumped my shoulder with his. I roll my eyes and lean back into the bottom of the couch. He quickly follows and throws a blanket over our legs. After two movies, we both fell asleep in the fort. I did first and Tito was too scared to move so he slept in a very uncomfortable position.

The next week almost every night I spent over at Tito’s place. We slowly started to create a small routine. It was kind of weird how normal it felt. We were always close friends, but I thought that was because of Mat. I was quickly learning that wasn’t the case, we weren’t friends because of Mat. We were friends. Period. That is the whole sentence.

“Hey I have a question for you,” I hear his voice over the phone. I had come back home giving him a break from playing therapist. “Hey, I may have an answer,” I say back. I can almost hear his eye roll. “So you remember how I said I didn’t have a date for that fundraiser gala next month,” he says causing me to think back. “Yeah, I think so,” I reply wondering why he was bringing this up. “Well, I want a date because I knew I could make an appearance and then leave. Well, apparently we have to stay the whole night. And I am going to be bored out of my mind. So I was wondering if you would want to come with me,” he says almost sounding nervous. “Tito, do you want me to go with you,” I ask smiling at him. “Y/n. Don’t tease me okay. I just thought you would make the night more bearable,” he sighs.

Suddenly I feel bad for teasing him. He had been so good to me these past few weeks and I really did owe him big time. “I would be honored to be your date, T,” I say with full sincerity. I hear a small yes and then something falling onto the ground. “I’m okay,” he says quickly. I can’t hold back my laughter and his dorky self knocking something over in excitement because I said yes.

The more time we had been spending together, the less I thought about my feelings for Mat. Of course, a small part of me was still sad over the whole thing, but for the most part, I was fine. It was so strange how I thought my whole world would end if Mat didn’t feel the same way, but it was still very much intact. “Just send me what you are wearing and I’ll match it okay,” he said. “Aw. It’s kind of like prom,” I say lightly picking on him. “Shut up,” he grumbles. We talked for a little more and then hung up since he had an early morning practice.

The next morning I woke up to a text from him saying he wanted to treat me to lunch for helping him out. I reassured him it was no big deal and he didn’t have to do this. But if I knew one thing it was that Anthony Beauvillier was stubborn and once his mind was made up that was it. I threw on some leggings and his team Canada sweatshirt I still hadn’t given back and hopped into my Uber. I had been to the arena so many times with Mat that he got me a badge to get in and out with.

I show it off to Ernie, the security guard, and he smiles and sends me on my way. I wander through the halls and follow the noise of yelling and skates scooting over the ice. I find a spot in the stands out of the way and watch the guys practice. I find Tito easily and he looks up and sends me a confused look. I shrug my shoulders and smile. He continues practicing and my eyes drift over to the movement on my right side.

“Hey girly,” I hear her sickeningly sweet voice and wonder is it too late to run. I turn and look up sending a small smile her way. “Hi. How are you,” I ask confused when she pulls me in for a hug. “Listen I heard you okay. So I want you to hear me, Mat is mine even when he hasn’t got it,” she whispered into my ear during the hug. I pulled back and went to say something but the guys were walking our way. They both send each other a look and speed up their walking. “Everything good over here,” Tito asks with caution. He knew all the nasty things she had said to me over the years. “Oh yeah for sure. Just catching up really,” I say in the fakest voice I can. Every one of us knows that it is fake but we all pass right over it.

“Hi Matty,” she smiles up at him pulling him into a deep kiss. I look up at Tito who is trying so hard not to laugh at the obvious jealousy. When he finally looks my way I can’t hold it in any longer. I turn and tuck my face into his chest and let out a laugh. They break away rather quickly after that. “Something funny,” her voice sounded like it was laced with venom. “Oh no sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt, whatever that was. I was just making a stupid face and she laughed. Right Y/n,” he pulled me out of his chest and sent me a wink. I couldn’t help the small dusting of blush that came onto my face.

“Right. You know him and his stupid faces,” I smile back at the couple. For the first time, I meet Mat’s stare. “Great practice Barzy, you really gave them a run for their money,” I smile genuinely. I didn’t hate Mat, in all honesty, I did miss his friendship. “Thanks, Y/n,” he says sending a small smile my way. “So how long has this been a thing,” she asks referring to Tito and I who were still standing close to each other. “It’s not a thing. Just two friends here,” Tito says resting his arm on my head. I elbow him in his open side and he groans. I stick my tongue out at him. “Oh well you know, I’ve heard that one before,” she looks straight at me when she says it. 

Mat went to say something but Tito beat him to it,” well we better get going. We both know how hangry this one gets if she isn’t fed.” Normally I would give him a dirty look, but I would go along with anything to get out of this conversation. “Bye, guys. Hope you have a really good night,” I say honestly turning and locking arms with Tito and heading to his car. “We will,” she calls out, just having to have the last word.

“I would never put my hands on a woman but oh my gosh that girl is just plain nasty,” he groans walking over to my side of the car opening it for me, and then chuncking his bag in the back. I laugh as he gets in and starts the car. “She’s not worth it T,” I say flipping through the stations and finally settling on one I liked. “I don’t know how you haven’t slapped her yet,” he laughs heading to get something to eat. “Because only one of us in this car looks good in orange, and it sure as hell isn’t me,” I joke looking over at him. 

He blushed and cleared his throat. “So where do you wanna eat,” he asks trying to change the subject. “Oh, no sir. We are not skipping over this. Is that blush on your face? Did I make the Anthony Beauvilliern blush,” I reach over and put my hand on his cheek. “Whatever,” he laughs grabbing my hand and pulling it away from his face. I don’t know what made me do this, but I laced our fingers together and rested them on my leg. It’s a good thing we were at a redlight because I’m pretty sure he would have crashed the car.

In the next two weeks leading up to the gala things slowly started changing between us. Not in a bad way, but in a very unexpected way. I found myself laughing a little harder at his jokes, spending more time in his clothes than mine, and making an excuse to just be near him. Apart of me was beginning to have feelings for him, but another part was scared. The last time that happened didn’t end too well for me. And I didn’t want him to think I was taking advantage of his friendship. I had two options; hide my feelings like last time or do something about them. Each one of them scared me.

Rapid knocks filled my house as I tried to put on my dress. “Oh my gosh, I’m coming,” I yell and run into the door holding the dress together. “It’s about time. Your neighbor was giving me the weirdest,” his words stopped when he looked in at me. I was thankful for the makeup I had already done because the way he was smiling at me made my face warm. “Sorry this stupid zipper is giving me hell,” I say making my way back to the hallway mirror, turning around and trying to reach it.

“Here let me,” he says softly and I turn around facing the mirror. I watch his face filled with concentration. It was sweet how gentle he was trying to be. His fingers brushed up my spine as he pulled the zipper up with ease. He stopped at the top and looked into the mirror locking eyes with me. “There you go,” he whispers. I clear my throat and smile at him. Turning around I stand on my tiptoes and place a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thanks. Give me three seconds to put on my shoes and we can go,” I smile at the frozen man in the hallway.

The event was boring by any means, it was for a really good cause. But I would rather have another conversation with Mat and his girlfriend than sit at this table and listen to this guy ramble on and on. I try not to seem rude and pretend interest but I am failing miserably. “I’m so sorry Hank. Would you mind if I stole her for two seconds,” Sydney Martin wraps her hand around my wrist and drags me over to a smaller table with some of the guy’s wives. 

“I could kiss you right now,” I say deflating throwing my head onto the table. The girls laugh and Syd rubs my back on the open part of my dress. “Hank is a great guy but man is he boring,” we all laugh sharing stories about the sweet older man. I do a quick scan of the room and see Tito standing with Sydney’s husband Matt. He looks my way and I make a face at him. He laughs into his cup trying to pay attention to what Anders is going on about. “You guys are cute,” Syd leans down and says to just me. I smile at her and look back towards him. We make eye contact and I send him a wink. He starts choking on his drink.

Sydney and I try to contain our laughter but we sound like two hyenas. I finally stop and try to breathe when I see Mat walk in arm in-arm with his girlfriend. I look back to Tito who taps his cheek, joking about me slapping her. I roll my eyes at him and Mat leads them over to his group blocking my view. “I don’t know Syd. I mean I think I really like him, but just a little while ago I told Mat all that stuff and I don’t want him to think I’m using him to get over Mat,” I sigh looking over at her. She sends me a warm smile,” sweetie he doesn’t think that. None of us will think that okay? We all see the way he looks at you, it’s not one-sided.”

I look around the group and they nod and agree. I smile and take a deep breath. “Okay well then I guess I’ll be right back,” I say standing up and making my way to the guys. I hear clapping and whistling and directly flip them off. “Oh Y/n, perfect I need your opinion on something,” Anders throws an arm over my shoulder. “Oh I’m scared,” I joke laughing. “Hey that hurts,” he pushes me playfully. I wobble and Tito leans over and wraps an arm around me. I smile up at him.

The conversation flows between everyone and he leans down into my ear and says,” You’re very distracting, you know.” I shake my head laughing at him,” You are one to talk,” I smile up at him. I look back over to the girls who are all sending me a thumbs up. I notice Mat staring at me and he sends me a genuine smile. I send him one back and look over at his girlfriend. “Well I am getting bored so I’m heading back to the cool kids’ table,” I laugh and the guys all gasp,” You wanna come with.” She raises her eyebrows and looks around. “Me,” she asks shocked. “Yeah. You don’t have to but you are more than welcome if you need a break from these guys,” I smile and give Tito a squeeze and turn to walk away. 

She quickly kisses Mat’s cheek and walks over to me. I link our arms and walk back over to the table. “Guys you all know Mat’s girlfriend right? I saved her from the goofs over there,” I laugh looking over at the group. Everyone reintroduces themselves and Syd sends me a questioning look. I shake my head and smile joining in the conversation. After a few hours, everyone was getting ready to head home and we met Mat and Tito at the door. 

“Thank you for tonight Y/n, I had a really good time. I am sorry about everything. I was jealous and insecure because you are really pretty and the nicest person I have ever met. Mat would always talk so highly of you and I was scared one day he would realize you would be better for him,” she says stopping me right before we get there. “It’s okay, I understand. You didn’t handle it in the best way, but that’s over now. We can start fresh,” I smile giving her a hug. “I’d really like that. I don’t have many girlfriends but I’m glad I have you,” she hugs me back and we walk over to the guys. They both give us crazy looks and we laugh.

“I'm sorry. Did I miss something cause that seemed very friendly and nice,” Mat asked and Tito slapped his chest. “Dude shut up. You may scare the kindness away,” he jokes looking towards me. Mat slaps his chest back and I turn to him,” Thank you Barzy.” He smiles and nods. “Well I hate to leave the good company but someone promised me food and I am starving,” I laugh rubbing my stomach. I reach over and hug them both. “Thank you, for that. And Tito is a really lucky guy Y/n” Mat says hugging me back. I smile and hold my hand out for Tito. He grabs it and leads us away from them and to the car.

“Girls confuse the hell out of me,” he laughs arm wrapped around me walking down the sidewalk. “Me too,” I laugh looking up at him. We get to the car and he goes to open it. Before he walks to his side I stop him. “Hey can we talk for a second,” I asked rubbing his hand with my thumb. He hums in agreement. “These past few weeks have been really nice and I don’t want to ruin this by saying anything. But last time almost ruined me so I need to get it off my chest,” I start and he nods telling me to continue. “I think I really like you, T,” I say looking down at our hands.

I hear him let out a sigh of relief. “Good because I think I really like you too,” he smiles taking his other hand and guiding my face up to meet his. “I don’t want you to think I’m using you,” I say looking into his eyes. “I don’t. I was scared you’d think I was taking advantage of you,” he whispers tucking a stray hair behind my ear. “No chance,” I smile. “So you wanna do this? Give us a try,” he asks smiling down at me. I nod,” My heart has been broken so many times in the past… but you won’t hurt me, right? I can trust you.” He grins and nods his head. “You can always trust me,” he says before pushing his lips into mine and leaning me back into the side of the car. 

My hands fly into his hair and we stay there just showing each other how we feel. The moment was sweet and gentle and would have lasted longer if we hadn’t been interrupted. “Get your girl Tito,” Matt Martin yells while poor Sydney tries to get him in their car. We break away and laugh and then wave goodbye. I lean up and kiss him one more time. “Okay, now can we please go get something to eat. I wasn’t kidding I’m starving,” I pout looking up at him through my eyelashes. “Of course. Anything for my girl.”

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My Captains Sister-Adam Fantilli

Chapter One

Summary: After returning from a study abroad Lucy Moyle develops a crush on one of her brother’s teammates.

Lucy Moyle had just returned to Michigan after spending the first half of her sophomore year abroad and could not be more excited.

She loved her experience and wouldn’t trade it for the world but she also missed her family including her older brother Nolan Moyle who is currently captain of the University of Michigan hockey team.

She came home mid December and spent the last few weeks with her family but with the second semester starting up it was time for her and Nolan to return to Michigan.

Her parents flew out with the two of them a few days before the start of the new year to help her move all of her stuff into Nolan’s house where she would spend the rest of her year living at and a few days later she was all set and her parents flew back home.

Nolan and her are pretty close and he too couldn’t be more thrilled to have his baby sister back in town and living with him.

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Lucy had just finished her last class of the day and begins walking back to Nolan’s house. It was about a 20 minute walk but she made it and notices a few cars outside.

She ignores it and walks inside to see a few guys sitting on the couch with Nolan watching TV she recognizes a few of them as Nolan’s teammates from last year but some are new faces.

“Hey Luce these are just some guys from the team” Nolan says when he realizes she’s come into the house.

“You know Keato and Ethan and Mark these are a few of of the freshman that’s Adam and Luca Fantilli and Gavin Brindley and that’s Rutger McGroarty” Nolan introduces while pointing out the freshman.

“Guys this is my little sister Lucy” Nolan says there’s a few hi’s and nice to meet you but nothing else

“Hey we’re just finishing up a game then we’re gonna walk to the sports bar and grab some dinner wanna join?” Nolan offers

“No thanks I got so much homework and I should probably work on it” Lucy says

“ok good luck on it” Nolan says as Lucy starts walking to her room and shuts the door.

Nolan takes a seat back on the couch next to Keato and Gavin.

“I didn’t know you had a sister” the oldest Fantilli chirps

“ya she just got back she was studying abroad last semester” Nolan says he gets a few nods and then looks over at a few of the freshman who are sitting on the opposite couch “but she’s off limits so don’t even think about it” Nolan adds in a more serious tone.

A few of the freshman nod and put their hands up saying they got it and Nolan accepts it and the group goes back to enjoying the game.

Near the end of the game Adam gets up to refill his glass of water in the kitchen and finds Lucy as she’s filling up her water bottle.

“Hey Adam right” Lucy says

“Ya that’s me” Adam responds

“Nolan told me you played on the world Junior team for Canada you got the gold right?” Lucy asks

“ya ya I did it was an amazing experience” Adam smiles

“that’s seriously awesome!”

“Ya and I heard you just got back from study abroad how was that experience?” Adam asks

“it was amazing we went to like 7 or 8 countries around Europe it was fantastic”

“what was your favorite place?”

“my favorite was probably Italy I loved the culture and scenery”

“Really cool I have family in Italy and we went to visit for the first time this summer” Adam tells Lucy.

The two continue in a conversation about Italy for around 5 minutes before Keato walks in

“Adam the game just ended you ready?” He asks

“Ya all set” He says

“it was nice talking to you” Adam tells Lucy then tosses his plastic cup away and walks over to Keato.

“Don’t get any ideas Nolan is really protective about his sister” Keato warns

“We were just talking about studying abroad” Adam says

“alright I’m just telling you” Keato says before they reach the rest of their group at the front door.

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The following weekend the Wolverines hockey team had a two game home stand against the Wisconsin Badgers which they won by 3 on Friday.

Lucy went to the game on Saturday night with a couple of her friends and after the wolverines won 7-2 her friends asked if she wanted to go to a party with them.

Lucy although not usually the party type agreed and headed back to their place.

She was already wearing a pair of black ripped jeans and borrowed and blue top from her friends before the headed out.

She sent a text to Nolan letting her know where she was going to and he responded with be careful. She rolled her eyes at his protectiveness and entered the party.

Her friends got her a truly and they all made their way to the dance floor. After about 20 something minutes Lucy had finished her first can and gotten another fruity flavored truly.

Half way through her second Lucy had started to feel the buzz kicking in and felt a little nauseous.

“Hey I’m gonna be right back” she told her equally drunk friends as she stepped off the dance floor.

She made her way closer to the drink table and steadied herself with the wall.

“Lucy you ok?” A voice asks her from behind she turns around and sees the youngest Fantilli standing their with a red solo cup in his hand. “Adam” She says

“hey” she continues

“are you ok?” He repeats

“ya ya I’m I’m great!”She tells him taking another sip of her drink

“are you here with somebody?” Adam asks

“ya ya my friends are right on the dance floor” Lucy says pointing to the crowd of people

“alright just be safe tonight ok” Adam tells her she nods her head and watches as he walks away in the opposite direction of her.

Lucy shakes her head at the feeling of awkwardness that conversation gave her and takes another sip of her drink before heading back to the dance floor to find her friends.

The group of girls continue dancing and soon Lucy finished her second drink and had another one in her hand. A few sips in she starts to feel dizzy and before she can process what’s happening she’s being carried out of the party and is sitting outside the house on the sidewalk.

“Hey here’s a water” Someone says

“thanks” a second voice says

“should we call Nolan?” The first one asks

“ya ya we should I’ll stay with her” she hears footsteps retreating as her head tries making sense of what’s happening

“Lucy hey it’s Adam you need to drink some water” the second voice says her vision starts to clear and she sees him sitting next to her holding her up with an open water bottle in his hand. 

Lucy reaches out with her cheeks red and gently takes the bottle from his hand brushing up against his hand. Lucy takes a few sips of the cold water and shivers.

“Here take my jacket” Adam says taking off the black jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders.

Lucy starts to feel this tingling sensation inside of her stomach and something comes over her as she looks up at Adam and wraps her arms around him then plants her lips on him. It takes a second for the shock to set in but he kisses her back. Soon the world goes silent and the two of them sit there kissing.

“What the fuck!” A voice shouts the two break out of the kiss immediately and see a not so pleased Nolan who starts getting out of the white vehicle he pulled up in.

Adam immediately takes in the situation while it takes Lucy a few extra seconds to realize what exactly just occurred. “Nolan I I didn’t it’s not not what you think she she kissed me and it just happened I promise” Adam defends himself to his extremely pissed off captain while starting to get up.

Luca Fantilli who had called Nolan in the first place gets a good view of the situation from afar and starts rushing over to cool it down but doesn’t make it in time to prevent Nolan from sucker punching Adam in the jaw and then proceeding to rip the jacket off of his younger sisters shoulders and throwing it towards his bleeding teammate.

Luca checks on Adam as he sees Nolan practically drag his younger sister to the passenger seat of his white car and then drive off leaving the two brothers on the sidewalk.

When the pair of siblings arrive back at their shared home. Nolan practically carries a still drunk Lucy to her room and tucks her into bed before angrily shutting the lights and slamming the door.

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Meanwhile the Fantilli brothers had taken an Uber back to their shared dorm and the oldest Luca had some words to say about his brothers taste in make out partners.

“Dude” is the first thing to come out of Luca’s mouth when they step into their room.

“Don’t dude me” Adam says with a scoff

“You don’t go after someone’s sister come on man everyone knows this” Luca continues

“You literally dated Rutgers sister and she kissed me!” Adam yells

“That’s different Rutger literally set us up and Nolan explicitly said his sister is off limits! And you go and kiss her!”

“So I should’ve left her drunk on the side of the road called Nolan and been like hey your sisters drunk come get her and gone back to the party right” Adam says sarcastically

“No but you still totally fucked up like what we’re you thinking?” Luca raises his voice a little

“Right now I’m thinking I really wishing I was drunker because anything would be better than having this conversation with you!” Adam yells grabbing his keys off of his desk and walking out of the room.

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The next morning Lucy Moyle wakes up with a massive headache and no memory of the night before then proceeds to roll out of bed still in her clothes from last night.

She walks out of her room to see her brother who’s doing homework in the kitchen.

“Good morning” She says forgetting the events that occurred last night

“it’s noon” Nolan harshly replies

“geez what’s got you in a mood” she comments

“do you not remember what happened last night?” Nolan says in a louder tone

“no not really but I do have a headache so can you keep your voice down” She says walking to the medicine cabinet to grab two Advil

“how about I refresh your memory you got drunk at a frat party and Adam and Luca took you outside, Luca called me to pick you up and when I get there you’re making out with Adam!” Nolan yells Lucy’s face pales and her eyes open wide

“No I didn’t” Lucy asks appalled by the news of her drunken actions

“oh my god I have to apologize” Lucy says and starts rushing to her room only to be pulled back into the kitchen by Nolan

“Absolutely not!” Nolan raises his voice still with a firm but not painful grip on Lucy’s arm Lucy winces at the harsh tone

“Nol it wasn’t his fault! It was mine please I need to apologize” Lucy defends

“No you are not to see or speak to Adam again!” Nolan says Lucy rolls her eyes

“I mean it Lucy! You better stay the hell away from Adam!” Nolan says before walking towards his room and slamming his door.

A/N All images are from Pinterest

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

All Along the Watchtower (Chapter 10)

[Can also be read on AO3]

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC (3rd person POV)

Word count: 6.2 K

Warnings: Minors DNI - gun violence, physical violence, strangulation, blood and injuries

Summary: Rory faces down Zorokov in the VIP area of Helios, and things go from bad to worse.

Get ready for a chapter involving violence, hurt/comfort and the ship's "first" kiss

(This is the chapter this whole fic was written for folks)

A/N: Rory Sinclair is a dual citizen (both Canada and the UK) who's been living in the UK since she was 14. She is 28 at the time of this fic, Price is 32. This series is set in 2017 before the events of the first MW game. Rory's thoughts are bold and italicized, other italics are used for emphasis

October 20, 2017 22:18 - Helios - VIP Area

Rory tossed her clutch aside, the bag skidding across the polished floor as her hand quickly lifted to block Zorokov's attempts to make a physical connection. Striking out at him with her weaponized fist, it collided with his jaw, wiping the grin off his face before his hands clamped down around her neck. Tightening. Squeezing . Her breath caught in a choke hold, squeaking out of her, leaving her with nothing in her lungs to hold onto. Wrestling against him on the couch, her mind raced, the strain on her shoulder from her last fight gnawing at her and restricting her movements. The makeup covering her bruises wiping away to show her fragility.

The Russian’s fist broke her skin as it collided with her cheek and mouth. Fight or flight kicking in and the reptile brain ran away with itself before she could focus on what her training had taught her to do. It didn’t help that she had two drinks in her. Her normally controlled mind was becoming frantic. In a situation like this, it was all about waiting the attacker out, fighting them off until backup could arrive. She wasn’t alone. Her cover was blown, but someone was coming. This was a combat situation. She had to persevere. Even as the minutes passing felt like hours with the adrenaline coursing through her body, seeming to slow down time.

Her vision began to blur with the tears that welled at the corners of her eyes as she continued to gasp for air, wheezing in a pointless exercise in futility while his hands were still wrapped around her. Lifting her knee, Rory slammed it up into his groin, knocking the fight out of him as he slumped against her. A loud groan leaking from her as she managed to finally catch her breath. Quick to push him off of her, she rolled off the couch and landed on top of him, making a b-line for the door. Crawling forwards on her hands and knees, she dragged her limbs behind her, weighed down and heavy as she sucked in mouthfuls of air. Like wading through a tar pit, the marble floor turned into thick bands of black holding her back from reaching the door, her arms and legs shaking as the room seemed to tunnel around her. 

John, where are you? Of all the things to be her first thought while in the midst of danger, this was the last one she had expected. Caught in a life-or-death scenario, it wasn’t a thought of her father, or some memory of her mother, it was a desperate plea for the man who promised he would be there in a heartbeat for her. She didn’t care if he’d end up ripping a strip off her. She didn’t care if she’d never see the field again for her actions. She just needed the support. She didn’t want to be alone, not anymore.

Zorokov grunted as he pulled himself up to his feet, and in a short time he was in pursuit of her. Grabbing at the hem of her dress and pulling her along the floor back towards him. “Ты маленькая сучка!” <Russian: You little bitch!> His fingers dove into the short, choppy strands of her hair and yanked back on them, forcing her up to her feet. “I know who you are. I know you’ve been tracking me.” Dragging her over to the wall, his free hand clamped around her neck and shoved her back against it. “You think I wouldn’t know about my investments! I’m going to make you pay for what you’ve done.”

The cold marble stung her back, sending a shock down her spine as a pained hiss escaped her. His grip only got tighter on her hair and her scalp burned. A tremor shaking in her arm, spread through her body like wildfire. Her knees buckling. Fear hitting her faster than her self-preservation could hold it off. The dam was breaking. 

She shook her head, pushing that doubt out of her thoughts. Willingly ignoring it. She was a soldier. A good one. Special forces. An asset. Trained to survive until another day at all costs. To do whatever it took. Contending with blood and dirt and threats, acts of violence few should ever see, people who hated her, who wanted her dead. She would fight and show no quarter. 

The Russian freed his hand from her tresses, wrapping it around her throat as well, pulling her towards him just to toss her back against the wall again. Her head snapping back to crack against the hard marble, the reverberations causing her teeth to rattle in her jaw. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, a ragged roar ripped out of her throat as her hands rose to his face, clawing at the cheeks leaving angry red lines speckled with blood in the wake of her nails against his skin. Heart jackhammering in her chest, Rory's throat began to seize up as his hands squeezed tighter around it in response, his thumbs pressing in against her windpipe. Constricted . 

Choked groans and gasps leaked out of what little room she still had available for air. Straining to breathe, she just kept hitting. Struggling . Desperation setting in. Looking like a prey animal backed into the corner with large eyes turning red and bloodshot as the veins in her forehead throbbed against the skin, the tendons in her neck squeezing back against his hands. Thrashing . She threw her head forward and collided straight into the bridge of his nose, allowing her a chance to catch her breath as his hands released for just a moment only to come straight back. 

Dragging her to the floor with a growl, he showed no mercy even as her legs started to kick under him. Her high heels slipped off her feet as she scraped them across the cold, sterile floor. Bare feet left skidding back and forth as every part was still inclined to keep her alive like some wild, feral beast. Leaning down, his face coming closer, he forced more of his weight onto her throat, watching intently as her features shifted through shades of pink and scarlet. She continued to maul at him, her punches barely landing, making the brass knuckles she wore feel obsolete.  

Still trying to gasp in a futile plea for help, Rory knew John and Andrew were on the other side. Listening . An audience for what Zorokov decided would be the end of her life, but she had other plans. Backup was on the way, she swore she could hear Price in her ear, it was either that or some figment of the imagination to instill hope. Either way, she needed to make sure to keep herself breathing long enough for help to arrive. Grabbing her attacker by the face, digging her nails into his cheeks until the warmth of his blood touched her fingertips, Rory pulled him down towards her mouth. Biting into his lip with all of her might, she forced her teeth to meet and clamp down together, ripping out a chunk of it. With a quick turn of her head, she spat it out onto the floor. The wet, fleshy bit of meat splattering on the floor in a small pool of blood, while more of it spilled from the Russian’s open wound down onto her. Proving to herself, once and for all, that she was no lamb, never meant for the slaughter, and Zorokov was no predator – not like her .

His eyes went wide, like a crazed and rabid animal. “чертова сука” <Russian: Fucking bitch>, he screamed, howling as blood pumped through his fingers while he fondled at his mouth.  

Crawling backwards, her feet and hands slid against the floor in her desperate attempt to make as much space between them as possible. Lungs straining for oxygen, her neck already swollen and bruised from the crushing strength of Zorokov’s hands, she couldn't get enough distance before he pounced on her, his fingers knotting into the material of her dress, clenching it in a fist. 

“Get the fuck off me, you cunt ,” Rory rasped. Swinging her brass-knuckled fist towards his face, she connected with his jaw and shattered it, sending several teeth flying from his slack mouth, enamel tinkling along the marble floor.

Falling backwards, Zorokov’s suit jacket opened to reveal the shoulder harness he wore underneath, and her hands flew to grab the gun. Hands shaking – but not from fear – she was overcome with rage. Primal . Working off pure instinct. Snarling like a wolf, she shot him twice through the gut, but she never flinched, not even as the muzzle flashed and the boom of gunshots rang out. Standing there, staring down at him, catching her breath as her chest burned, each rasp coming from her was another reminder of how close she got to the end, of just how dangerous her chosen career could be. 

Keeping her gun pointed at the oligarch while he rolled and writhed on the ground, she waited for her cavalry. One false move and she’d shoot again with no remorse, knowing well enough the shots she had already made were nowhere near a killing blow. They were simply enough to subdue him, to keep him down. 

Each muffled noise of exertion Price could hear over the comms was enough to drive him insane. That part of him, that violent part that he controlled while in the middle of a battlefield was being riled, shaking at the bars of its cage to get out and make the one who was hurting her suffer. The choked hisses that slipped past her lips, the groans of pain… he could half imagine the light fading from her warm hazel eyes already and it turned his stomach. 

Storming his way through the bouncer and into the club, not caring about any pretense of being there for a good time or just being a civilian, he carried his M1911 .45 pistol at the ready – if anyone was stupid enough to take him on now, they deserved the bullet they were going to get. His blood rushed through his ears, pounding against his eardrums louder than the music through the speakers. So long as he could hear those choked gasps, it meant she was still alive. He could do as he promised. 

Keep fighting, sweetheart. Just keep fighting. It was a ticking clock, her life in the balance and he would stop at nothing to get to her. This was his fault; he should have never agreed to this. He knew better. 

Hearing the gunshots over the comms only put the fear of God into him, his heart beating so fast he thought it would tear right out of his ribcage. Any restraint on his part was now totally lost at the sound of the thunderous bang, not once but twice, and his steely gaze went wide below a furrowed brow. “Rory,” Price growled into his earpiece, practically snarling as he marched up into the VIP area, skipping multiple steps at a time to get there that much faster. 

There was no real security presence blocking him yet, even after he had decked the bouncer outside to get in. The music was so loud it was likely impossible for most to have actually heard the shots anyway, drowning it all out while blending in with the hard bass thumping through the speakers that vibrated up through the legs of the patrons from the floor. It was a clear route. His MI6 assistance en route with the authorities. There was finally something they could pin on the Russian prick, allowing them to take him in for questioning. He hated that it had to happen at her expense.

Shooting the lock off and bashing open the heavy door into the marble laden room, Price quickly found it had all gone silent, up here the music was nothing more than a low hum. Strained, rasping breaths filled the room in stereo. The target lay crumpled on the floor, his dress shirt pooling with red and considering the tang of metal in the air, Price was sure it wasn't wine. While standing over Zorokov's body, with a gun in her hands pointed at the Russian's head, Rory was frozen stiff. A loud wheezing coming from her with each strained inhale. Her eyes affixed on one spot – the point between her target’s eyes.

“Rory?” Her name was spoken in a hoarse whisper, and she said nothing in return. Didn’t move. She just stayed vigilant over the beaten and bloodied body of a man who had done horrendous things and showed no guilt or remorse, a monster with a distinct utter lack of humanity. 

Price circled the situation slowly, weapon drawn, coming around to stand at the head of their target. Confronted by the Sergeant coated in blood, her dress stained and clinging to her, trembling as her eyes remained firmly planted on the man on the ground in front of her.

“You can put the gun down, Sergeant. He’s in custody, we have him.”

Her jaw clenched tighter, her brow furrowing deeply, lip twitching into a sneer. The wolf inside her barely held back by a thin leash, ready to protect itself at all costs. 

“It’s over, Rory. It’s over!”

Each ragged breath of Zorokov’s on the ground punctuated the fact that she had very nearly killed him, the expanse of his injuries not entirely known yet – that mattered little to Price at that moment.

“Hey, hey…” he drew closer to her, moving slowly. Her pupils were like pinpricks, eyes flaring wide, her muscles shaking and twitching. “Look at me, sweetheart. Owen’s on his way, he’ll deal with the target. I’m gonna get you out of here, alright?” Stepping as close to her as he thought she’d allow, Price stopped, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You can put the gun down, Rory, he’s not going anywhere.” 

Looking back over at the bedraggled appearance of the Russian bleeding out on the floor, his scowl deepened at what she had been forced to do to protect herself, at what she was capable of… the wolf she said she was … 

“You made damn sure of that.”

When she refused to drop the weapon, he took no action to try to take the gun from her. That was the security she needed after what she had been through, the protection she craved, a shield she required to keep her from seeing herself as the victim. And while he knew she had been fighting for her life, it was obvious she was the victor. She wasn’t the unassuming, pretty face. She fought tooth and nail for her survival. That was training and skill. 

Shrugging off his coat, Price draped it over her shoulders, keeping the chill off her skin as the blood started to dry. Her unwavering stare on Zorokov not shifting even as the doors opened once more and Andrew entered the room with several members of law enforcement. 

The MI6 agent ran over to her, pushing his way past the captain to run his hands down Rory’s arms. “Christ, she’s in shock.” Bright blue eyes tried to look into hers, but she was empty. His hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs stroking them gently. “What the hell did he try to do to you, Lamb?” Andrew whispered.

The steely gaze of the veteran soldier scanned over the scene, remaining hard and unbreakable, even in the face of something horrendous happening to someone meant to be under his protection. “You have this covered, yeah?” Price’s voice a low growl as he spoke to the MI6 agent in his midst. “I’m taking her back to the safehouse.”

“We’ll get the bastard some medical attention and then deal with him properly.”

Giving Andrew a curt nod, Price slowly directed Rory away, not forcing her to do too much, her head turning to stay trained on the target. His hand bracing her lower back, reminding her she wasn't alone. He had her. 

Approaching the door, her grip began to loosen on the gun in her hand, her fingers slipping free of it until Price was finally able to remove it from her grasp completely. Some part of her must have realized her harrowing ordeal was over. He knew it likely wouldn’t count for much now, that she was far afield after what had happened to her, her mind catching up, but he needed to keep her aware. Informed. 

“Taking you back to the safehouse, my girl.” 

Careful about not touching her too much, gentle with how he placed his hands upon her, Price held back every ounce of anger that chewed him up inside. Furious with how this had all gone down and how badly he wanted Zorokov to face brutal justice for it. 

Keeping his voice hushed to a rasping whisper, he kept talking to her, “You’re with me, Rory. You’re safe.” Her silence in response was deafening. He had to remain calm for her. Strong . She needed someone she could rely on. Support was critical. He could do that much for her at least. 

Sitting in the passenger seat of the vehicle, Rory’s hands shook as she lifted the cigarette to her lips, the lighter weaving back and forth causing the flame to flicker as she tried to light it. The warm amber glow on her face made it clear that what had happened had taken a toll on her. The skin around her eyes was left red and puffy, sore with the lack of tears spilled. Shuddering breaths and a trembling lip were shrouded by the cigarette as she inhaled, letting the smoke fill her painful lungs. Running her other hand up and down her throat as if she were trying to massage the bruises away from under all the dried and caked on blood, reassuring herself that she was alive, that she had made it. 

Staring out the windshield, her vision blurred as the lights of the downtown core haloed out towards her. The window beside her opened just a crack to let the smoke out as she exhaled a gray plume. Sitting in total silence, Rory didn’t say a single word to anyone. There was nothing to say. 

Moments later, Price climbed into the driver’s seat beside her, his piercing gaze lingering on her, but she couldn’t even offer him a sideways glance. She just kept smoking. The constant rhythm of the inhale and exhale of air, the inflation and deflation of her lungs, it was all she had to keep her steady. The pounding of her blood in her veins still hammering in her ears, dulling everything else around her. She’d been shot at, her body wounded by shrapnel, bruised and beaten in hand-to-hand, but this … what she was feeling now was far worse. She came so close, staring right into the eyes of a man who wanted to kill her. It wasn’t some faceless, nameless enemy soldier on the other side of drawn battle lines. It was a man who had no qualms about taking what he wanted and breaking it, and he had aimed to do that with her as well. 

As she continued to smoke, Price’s voice droned in her ear. She didn’t hear the words. She couldn't make out a damn thing. In that moment, it was like her body wasn’t even hers, she was sitting outside of it. Merely observing. A passive witness to something horrific. She had felt this way before, after returning to base the night of Al Ghulam’s capture. All she could do then was try and shut it all out. Sleep it off. Close her eyes and forget about what had happened. Another memory to push down. 

Pull yourself up by the bootstraps, Rory. Stiff upper lip. 

The vehicle moved, streets disappearing behind her. The flashing traffic lights reflected off the drops of rain that had started to streak down the windshield, decorating the vehicle interior like stained glass. Looking down at her lap, her shaking hand clung desperately to the cigarette held between her fingers, and her eyes began to sting. Tears welling in the corners. No matter how hard she fought to hold them back, they still fell, rolling down her cheeks with each heavy sob. Even biting down on her lip could do little to stop them. 

Rory wished she could curl herself up into a ball. Imagining the look on her father’s face if he saw her like this. This was never the life he had wanted for her. It wasn’t the one her mother would have wanted either. Yet, it was all she knew now, she was aware of the risks, and tonight she had come all too close to being just another soldier in a casket dying for a war that never seemed to end.

Price could do nothing as she sat there and cried in the passenger seat beside him, her shoulders shaking with each heave of her chest. His eyes had to be kept on the road. She likely wouldn’t want him hanging all over her anyway in the state she was in. If anything, she needed the release. A pressure valve allowing whatever she had dealt with to finally wash over her, all the adrenaline and the fear leaving her system with each new tear that fell down her cheeks. 

That didn’t stop him from wanting to lean over and wipe away the streaks that stained her reddened skin with his hands, to hold her in his arms and tell her nothing would ever harm her again, that he would never let anything harm her again. But that wasn’t his place, and it wasn’t the time either. She was the type who would tell him to shove it where the sun didn’t shine while she was at it too. A career soldier didn’t let others tell them they needed to be protected. His heart ached having to see her so distraught, so broken by what had occurred up in that room while she was trapped and alone. He should have gotten there sooner. It was stupid to even let her enter that club by herself, let alone be left in the clutches of a bastard like Zorokov, but she was so sure of herself, and he trusted her. 

He took a deep breath and sighed as he gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles shifting from red to white. He shouldn’t be thinking that way about her, seeing her as just some woman who couldn’t defend herself. She was the living proof that she absolutely could. Covered in blood, her enemy left worse for wear, and she was right there sat beside him – in shock, perhaps – but she did that, she fought for her survival. She was a warrior through and through. Seeing her as the defenseless little lamb is what got people in trouble with her, he should have known better by now, that was just the face she chose to wear. 

Driving down a back alley, he brought Rory into the safehouse building through a side access door and led her straight upstairs into their room. Rushing her into the bathroom, he stood her against the sink where she continued to stare out, her rasping breaths the only sound she made. “You’re a mess,” John rumbled as he took in the sight of her under the fluorescent lights. Her skin slick with the blood of another man and her own. Tears cutting through the grime that covered her face, leaving a trail like veins through sedimentary rock. Held against the sink counter, her fingers wrapped around its edge, white knuckled, Rory trembled as the reverberations of her actions coursed through her body. 

Looming over her, and despite the imposing force he usually presented, the bulldog broke as he took in the sight of the normally stoic soldier crumbling before him – some things were even too much for someone like Rory to bear. “I’m gonna clean you up,” he purred softly, the rasp of his voice melting away as her hazel stare remained absent. Reaching around her to turn on the sink faucet, he moved carefully so as not to spook her, letting the water run, consistent like white noise out of the tap. 

Grabbing a washcloth, he ran it under the water, letting it soak into the fibers. Squeezing out the excess liquid into the sink, he leaned into her and began by rubbing the cloth against her hairline, getting the blood out of her hair. All the while he stayed focused on her eyes, the way they’d softly flutter shut with each touch of the cool water against her. Slowly but surely, she lost the rigidity of a body post-mortem, and her gaze finally lifted to focus on him. 

“There you are.” A gentle smirk tugged at his lips as he continued to wipe her face clean of the viscera splattered against it, his free hand coming to rest on her jaw as he tilted her chin up to catch the streaks of bloody water that rolled down her neck with the cloth exposing the bruises that darkened her skin. His stomach twisted at the sight, but he refused to let that show on his face. “‘Fraid I might’ve lost you back there, Sinclair.”

She rolled her jaw, blinking several times. “Did I kill him?”

“Came damn near, wouldn’t have blamed you if you had. But what about you, eh?” Lingering on her pinprick pupils, he could tell she wasn’t quite clear of the woods yet. “You with me?”

Lifting her hand from the counter’s edge she rubbed at her brow, pulling her hand away to find her skin awash with rust-stained water. “Is that my blood or his?”

“ His .” He took the cloth and wiped the blood away from the palm of her hand, rinsing the cloth out once more. 

With most of the blood removed, her split brow and lip were clearly visible, the skin already swelling and sore around the vicinity of the injuries. Red dribbled down her temple from a cut on her scalp as well. She’d put up one hell of a fight, there was no mistaking that. She was a scrapper, refusing to be prey – yet more proof of the wolf that lay below the skin of the lamb that she presented to the world. 

“Rory?” Price whispered out her name and her eyes snapped up towards him, the laser focus of a sniper burning a hole straight through him. “You did what you had to do back there, you know that, yeah?”

“I know. It was him or me.”

“Exactly.” He dabbed the cloth against her split brow, putting pressure on the wound while wiping away the blood that had begun to clot into the hair. “You did a good job, Sergeant.” She huffed out something between a laugh and a sigh as she winced. He already knew the reaction wasn’t from the pain of the wound, but rather the sting on the ego. “I mean it. You gave him hell.”

Laughing if only not to cry, she stared up at him with bloodshot eyes. “So I’m not going to be sent back to the SRR then?”

“No. Just gave me more of a reason to keep you around.” He looked down at her through his creased brow, his voice raspy and low. “You’re a fighter, Rory. We want to stand any chance of protecting the rest of the world, we’re gonna need that.”

His fingers curled under her chin as he brought the cloth to her lip, dabbing away the blood that bubbled up to the surface of the pink flesh, his focus set on her mouth. Her doe-eyed stare brightening as she watched the way his tongue poked at the corner of his lip as he cleaned her up, putting all of his attention on her. How despite the roughness of the skin of his hands, and the callouses that hardened his grip, he could be as gentle as he was with her. 

“You better not be falling in love with me, Sinclair.” Price’s hardened gaze lifted to look her in the eye. “I’m still your Captain.” His smirk causing the creases around his eyes and the lines on his face to deepen. 

“You’re not as charming as you think, you know?”

He gave her a half grin before rinsing the cloth again and bringing it to her scalp, squeezing the cool water from the rag, letting the drops fall down the contours of her face and drip down the bare skin exposed at the neckline of her dress. His eyes never left hers, observing her pupils slowly start to expand and return to normal. “Better?”

Rory barely moved an inch as she tried to nod, her hands wrapping around the ledge of the sink counter once more as the blood rushed to her head. Swallowing thickly, she shifted against the sink, struggling against a sore throat. “He was our target, I shouldn’t have –” she stopped herself. “We needed to question him.”

“We still will, but that’s none of your concern right now.” His steely gaze focused on her eyes, tenderness in his voice, “You got us the in we needed. That’s what matters.”

Her eyes fell from his, her stare landing on the tremor that continued to shake through her hands and up her arms. “I should take a shower,” she stammered. “Get as much rest as I can.”

“Whatever you need, Sergeant.” He backed away, giving her some space before placing the bloodied cloth into the sink behind her. 

Rubbing at her throat once more, her fingers traced over the imagined indents from phantom hands that still wrapped around her. “Thank you, John.”

“For what?”

“Looking out for me. Cleaning me up.” She cleared her throat, trying to cough out the tender swelling in her trachea. Her eyes lifted to look at him once more, a sincerity in her eyes that her words couldn’t truly express in the moment. “I appreciate it.”

“Wasn’t gonna let anything happen to you.” 

“It’s not your job to protect me.”

“You have my six, I have yours,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Right.”

Her eyes fell to the cheap linoleum floor and his brow furrowed at her reaction. It was clear her ego was still bruised after the fight she went through. Caught off guard, made to feel weak, powerless – she didn’t deserve to feel like that. She was no lamb, despite the callsign, she had that beast in her just like him. Just like every veteran soldier. Nose wrinkling as he tightened his jaw, he had to say something. “Hey, I didn’t save you, Rory. Did that all by yourself. Don’t go thinkin’ that I don’t know you can hold your own, because I do. You’re tough. I mean that. You don’t become a Sergeant ‘cause of a pretty face,” he said earnestly, his voice hoarse. “You have the experience. Not everyone could have done what you did in that situation. Not everyone would have lived.” He moved closer, shifting his weight on his feet. “You don’t need me protecting you, but I’m happy to do it.”

Before he even realized what was happening, her hands lifted to cup his jaw and card her fingers through the whiskers on his cheeks. Rational thought failed to hit either of them as she brought his face down to meet hers in a kiss. It wasn’t hungry or rushed like the last time they had been this close. It wasn’t hormones and alcohol fueling it. It was soft…and safe . 

His forehead pressed to hers, but he didn’t dare touch her with his hands, not after what she’d been through. Grabbing the sink ledge instead, he leaned down into her, letting her take the lead, happy to let her steal the very oxygen from his lungs. 

Her lips were soft, more tender than anything he had felt in years. He did his best not to get too carried away, lost in the sensation of a mouth he had thought about when he had been away on duty. That random encounter he had never planned on making as much of an impression on him as it did, especially as they had come back together after so long. Knowing just how kiss-bruised he had left her mouth the last time, full lips left that much plumper, the taste of her clung to his lips for what felt like days. God, she was gorgeous then – and having gotten to know her as the soldier – she was even more stunning now. 

The kiss ended as quickly as it happened, her hands dropping as her lips pulled away from him, her forehead remaining pressed to his as she looked down at her feet. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Do you see me complainin’?” The grizzled soldier was made soft, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.  

She closed her eyes and pushed her hands through her hair. Sighing as she dragged the limp, wet locks back and refusing to make eye contact with him. 

“It’s okay. Shit happens,” he kept his rasping voice low and quiet, the way someone would speak to calm a frightened animal. “We can just chalk it up to stress.”

“But what if it’s not, John?”

It was his turn to clear his throat, pulling back as he crossed his arms over his chest and rubbed the back of his neck, the lines in his face creasing as he grimaced. 

“I see the way you’ve been looking at me. The way we’ve been flirting. Circling around each other. It’s not just me feeling this, is it?”

“It’s being in close proximity with someone you –” He paused, staring into her eyes. “Rory, I –”

“I’ve explained it to myself a million different ways. Trying to remind myself that we’re professionals, that this is just another mission. That whatever I’m feeling is some residual from that time we had together…and who knows, maybe it still is. With us trapped in close quarters, it doesn't make it any easier. I know that even bringing up this conversation with you is stepping out of bounds. You’re my commanding officer. This is fraternizing with a subordinate…I don’t do this sort of thing.”

He tightened his jaw, wincing slightly before speaking, “We seem to have a history of going outside of our norm with each other.”

He wasn't wrong.

Groaning, she rubbed her hands over her face. “So what do we do? Finish out the rest of this mission like nothing’s happened and then we go our separate ways again?”

Stepping away from her, severing the tie as much as every muscle in his body wanted the exact opposite, his hands instinctively rose to where his tactical vest would normally sit on his shoulders, wishing he had that sort of protection right now. “I don’t think this is the right time to be bringing this up, eh? You’re worn out. Have your shower, get some rest. We’ll start fresh in the morning,” he said, giving her a friendly tap on the shoulder.

Rory nodded, her eyes dimming as they fell once more. “Yes, Captain.”

And just like that, the floodgates between them were shut once more. 

Leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind him, Price sat on the edge of his bed lighting up another cigar. Rubbing at his brow in a concentrated effort to ignore the taste of her on his lips, trying to drown out the pervasive smell of iron that clung to her and filled his nostrils as the sound of water spraying from the shower head began. His heart and head were telling him two very different things. It was a dangerous game to get tied up with someone you worked with, especially as a soldier. Things weren’t supposed to get personal. Taking his mind off the mission, off the task at hand, meant people could get hurt, or worse, killed. 

She was almost killed. 

He heaved out a sigh, blowing out smoke with the intensity of a dragon. There was no denying the fact that he’d already let her get close, closer than most. And God help him, he had been jealous. He wanted her . It was as simple as that. But nothing about what they might have felt for one another was inherently simple. She was right about fraternizing. They were edging up to the line and if they crossed it, if even a whiff of that reached their superiors, they could lose everything. The only saving grace was that this was just one mission. One mission, and then she could go back to the SRR and he’d be back with SAS and no one would be any the wiser. 

Christ, he shouldn’t have been thinking like this. Trying to come up with ways to work around the rules, but it’s what he was used to. Skirting around the red tape to do what was necessary, going above the law to make things right. What was happening here though, it wasn’t the same thing. This wasn’t about what served the greater purpose for others, this was about him. And her . 

God, the things he was already willing to do for her.

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Chapter One

Nineteen

Can't even think of a song to listen to today. It doesn't even seem like a real age. I mean nothing happens at nineteen, unless I wanna travel to Canada and drink. Eighteen you become an adult, twenty you're no longer a teenager and twenty one you can drink...

Legally.

We can ignore the empty bottles of Bulmers that are hidden under my bed from my trip to Ireland last year. I did end up meeting with Darragh and Damien and we had a good time. I invited Jackie but she was going down to Mexico to visit her family. I don't blame her. Much better food and the sun is always out. I went with her once to visit family and I can't wait to go again someday. We spent a lot of last night planning it out. We are just waiting till we get more money and she finishes school for the year.

I'm really not all that depressed. It's kinda more of a guilty feeling. I watched my step mom die but now I don't have to live with her. My life is better but it cost her life.

My aunt Kate said not to dwell on it too much. I know her death affected her as well. I mean it was her sister. Though she was always better at hiding her emotions. Must've been in the CIA training. Or she's always been like that.

I walked downstairs to the living room. Aunt Kate wasn't home but I knew she'd be back tonight. She's been a little stressed recently, like way more than normal. I've been doing my part around the house to try and make things more relaxing.

   I would always ask about her day but she would brush me off. Never in a rude way, I understand she wants to keep me safe and all with her line of work but what would I do? Tell my friends? Probably. But last I checked we weren't terrorists.

  I hope.

  Damien would be one. Though he wouldn't be able to keep that to himself.

  I wiped down the table and began cooking dinner. That's when I heard the keys go into the door.

  "(Y/n), what are you doing?" Aunt Kate asked. She wasn't mad or anything she just looked confused.

  "Making dinner?" I replied in a confused tone.

  "Absolutely not." She stated and put her bag on the couch. "It's your birthday. We'll go out."

  "We don't have to." I told her. "I like cooking." I smiled, spatula in hand.

  She gave a thin smile. (I swear she can't move her mouth more than that.) "Did you do anything today?" She asked after a few seconds.

  "Na, I cleaned up a bit. All my friends work today. We might do something later though."

  "That's all you did today?"

  "I took a nap."

  She rolled her eyes with an amused huff. "You do that everyday."

  "I don't understand how you don't."

  "Coffee." She deadpanned. I laughed a bit.

  "Fair play."

  We talked a bit more as I set the table and served our food. As we sat we spoke about work and other things that were going on in her life. She obviously couldn't tell me everything but I could pick up on what she was putting down.

  I told her how boring my job was and how I wanted to go on vacation again. That I was planning on going to Mexico but I really wasn't too picky. I didn't have time to go on vacation nor the money because I was trying to move out as quickly as possible. She was very understanding in my financial situation.

  "Do you know how to use a gun?" She asked suddenly. I paused mid bite to look at her.

  "A little. My dad took me hunting a bunch as a kid." I swallowed my food. "Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Well." She stared and put her fork down on her plate. "If you want to travel, You could join me and my friend John. We are going to Amsterdam."

"Isn't that your British friend?"

Aunt Kate rolled her eyes. "Yes. He's my British friend."

I squinted my eyes. "What's the catch?"

"You'd have to enlist." She spoke so calmly.

My eyes went wide. "What?!"

"Only if you want to." She finished her plate.

"I need time to think." I said slowly. "It would be fun to travel, but I don't think I'd be any good actually fighting."

"We leave next week."

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I spent the rest of the night thinking about it. I had so many more questions.

What would I be doing?

How long would I be gone?

What even was this mission for?

Would I be in danger?

Could I talk to my friends?

What about my job?

Who is gonna be there?

Will they all be British?

  I listed out a bunch of pros and cons with the information I've been given.

  Pros:

•Vacation

•Time off work

•Meeting new people

•New experiences

  Cons:

•I'd technically be working

•Meeting new people

•Only some clue on how to use a gun

•British people (it's a joke I swear)

•I could die? (Still not too sure on what exactly I'm doing)

I weighed out the pros and cons and eventually decided on what I call the "fuck it. We ball." Method. It might be a good experience and if it's not it sure as hell will make for an interesting story.

So the next day I went downstairs and found my aunt Kate at the table. She was on her laptop but I couldn't see her screen.

"Can I ask a few questions? About this trip." I looked at her as she drank from a white ceramic mug.

She put the cup down on a coaster. "I assumed that's why you came down so early."

"If I were to enlist, am I like, stuck serving?"

  „If you'd like, you can leave after this mission."

  After a few more questions I decided that I'd go. I mean, do it for the plot right?

  I went upstairs and started packing.