#noel fielding x reader

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine hitting it off with Noel Fielding on The Great British Bake-Off.

Oh good grief, you were barely managing. Your cake was in the oven, that much was true, and it was getting to be the perfect golden brown color on the outside, so the important bit was getting finished nicely. But the icing. You must have added too much liquid to it because the mixer sent it flying everywhere. Pink on your cheek, pink on your apron, pink on the floor. A couple of the other contestants were laughing, but that was only because you were taking it in stride, laughing at yourself as you set about making another batch.

“You look like you’re having a hubba bubba nightmare,” Noel Fielding, your favorite member of the cast, said after noticing your troubles. The camera was following him around of course, as he did some funny little bits during the baking tasks so it wouldn’t be so boring to the watchers.

“That’s a great band name,” You chuckled, chucking the bowl into the sink and grabbing another, and then tried to smooth some of your hair back into the band. “Shall we do it, Noel? Make a band together?”

He was just as funny, just as cool off camera as he was on. His personality really was like this all of the time, not just flashing on for the cameras. You found yourself talking to him a lot, getting on really well, great banter. Maybe even a little crush, not that you would admit that to the cameraman.

He flushed a little. You caught it just out of the corner of your eye. He recovered quickly enough, laughing, smile lines crossing his face. “We’ll leave the show and go on tour together,” He laughed. You nodded, agreeing readily enough.

“Sounds like a plan. I might be able to do some bongos.”

“I’m best at a-Capella,” He grinned. It went on a beat too long. There was sounds of a commotion from another contestant and the cameraman instantly rushed towards the scene to where someone realized they used salt instead of sugar in their cake and that it was a nightmare. Noel stayed though. He had a glint in those blue eyes. His hands were clasped behind him, so when he leaned forward, it looked a bit like he was wobbling. A lean - and a little lick of the icing off of your cheek, just as everyone else was distracted. You didn’t lean away. You didn’t push him off despite having every opportunity. He had done so slowly, checking with you for physical permission though. “It’s sweet. Or maybe that’s just the underlying flavor?”

“Oh, go make some salty jokes, you flirt,” You said, struggling hard against smiling and Noel’s very pleasant distraction.

Requested by: Anonymous

[bisexual-thoughtss]

could I request a vince noir x reader of the fountain of youth episode. When vince is the chosen one 👀 nsfw if u want but sexual tension plzzzs

I loved doing this request! I looked forever to find this gif, but I just had to include it lol

Much to your (and Howard’s) dismay, somehow you’ve ended up on an alien planet as slaves. As soon as the blue aliens had seen the amulet, Vince had been swept away as the Chosen One and you and Howard had been taken and chained up. They’re at least treating you better than Howard, presumably because you’d been smart enough not to say anything rude to them.

When they finally take you to Vince, he gapes at the sight of you for a moment. You squirm under his gaze, your outfit certainly covering more than Howard’s, but still skimpier than you’d prefer. You know more of your blush is on display than you’d like while Vince twirls a feather between his fingers gracefully, eyes roaming your figure. As he rolls the feather across his face, heat swirls in your belly despite your annoyance at him.

You watch as Vince and Howard argue, only breaking in when Howard lunges at him.

“Guys stop!” You grumble, knowing this isn’t going to get you all anywhere.

“Guards,” Vince calls lazily and they’re dragging Howard away. They start to take you too but Vince stops them, telling them to take off your chains before shooing them away. He pats the cushion next to him and you sit down, glaring at him.

“Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit far?” You ask, crossing your arms angrily. His eyes flit down to your now accentuated cleavage and you groan.

“How d’you mean?” Vince hums, trailing the feather along your exposed midriff, making you shiver.

“They’ve taken Howard and I as slaves Vince! Just because they think you’re the “Chosen One”. Are you gonna let them treat us like that?” You shout, trying to get it through his thick skull.

“But I am the Chosen One,” He frowns, still twirling the feather around.

“By chance, you idiot! I had just handed you the amulet when they found us. I could’ve just as easily been the Chosen One, you realize that?” You growl, snatching the feather out of his grasp. You think he might call the guards in again, but he doesn’t. He just stares at you inquisitively, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“But then I wouldn’t have gotten to see you in this cute little number,” he smirks, leaning closer to play with the thin strap of your top.

“No, they would’ve put it on you,” you bite back and climb into his lap, pressing him back into the pillows. You run your hands along his arms, holding his wrists above his head firmly as you lean over him.

“You would’ve been all dressed up for me, at my mercy,” you simper, “I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He squirms under you, pink flaming his pale cheeks as he tries to come up with a response.

“Obviously you like the idea of it,” you hum, canting your hips against his growing erection. He whimpers, arching up into your touch to try and kiss you. You lower your head, denying him the kiss he wants to nip down his neck instead, scraping your teeth against his collarbones and exposed chest.

“Could take that amulet so easy. Right now I think you’d give me just about anything. You’re gagging for it,” you grin down at his glazed eyes, hips still swiveling.

“But I don’t want the amulet,” you tell him and he looks confused in his lust addled state, “you’re gonna keep it, and you’re gonna get us out of this mess, yeah?”

“Y-yeah, I will, promise,” he agrees blindly.

“First thing in the morning,” you tell him and he nods feverishly before cocking his head when he realizes what you said.

“In the morning?” He looks bewildered.

“Yeah, in the morning. I’ve got plans for you tonight.”

[angstyantoinette]

mark my words soon there will be a Vince Noir fic in my hands and there is nothing you can do about it

literal perfection i tell you

[kissmyhandcallmedarling]

south london forever

noel fielding x reader

notes:

you and noel spend an evening on the roof together (kinda)

inspired by the song by florence and the machine

The world moved so fast. A cliché, but so very true. It felt like only yesterday that you were sixteen, sitting atop the roof of your family home in the night's late hours, thoughts racing much too rapidly for sleep to even have crossed your mind. It was calming and provided a type of clarity that comes with the awareness of being the only one awake in the household, watching the slowness of a slumbering suburb. A few straggling cars making their way home; the irregularities in the flicker of the lamp post; an occasional cat bounding through the bushes.

"Can't sleep?"

The voice shook you back to reality; here, to your shared flat, in Shoreditch. So caught up in your nostalgia, you failed to notice your housemate (and good friend) standing before you. You were slouched back on the couch, a worn-out vintage thing, empty cup of tea resting on your lap, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

You shook your head, placing your cup on the coffee table and stretching your legs.

"Me neither."

"You've got a gig tomorrow, haven't you? Shouldn't you be getting your beauty sleep?"

"Nah. We canceled. Well... resheduled." He sat down beside you.

"Canceled, my arse." You stifled a chuckle; you knew full well Noel relished his time onstage with his best mate, especially when it was followed by a wild night on the town. Hell, he caroused with Amy Winehouse.

"No, really, we did. There's no gig tomorrow. We've got the next few weeks off in fact."

"What, did the BBC finally come to their senses?" When Noel didn't laugh, nay, respond, you grew concerned. "Oh shit... you're not actually canceled are you?"

"Oh no, no! Not that. Ju's just gotta go sort some family stuff out. And they're all in Leeds, so..." He trailed off. "Someone's not well, I think."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Poor thing. I hope he's okay."

"He'll be right." Noel's upper body shifted to face you. "How about you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

You shrugged.

He sighed.

Silence. For a few moments.

Before he spoke once more.

"I've an idea." Noel stood up hastily, holding his hand out for you to take. "Well, come on then!"

You smiled softly as you took his grasp in yours, and suddenly, you were so very aware of him. The minimal contact between the two of you sent sparks up your spine - like that of your first teenage crush when he smiled at you in the schoolyard. Did Noel feel that way too? No! Of course, he didn't, you twat! You told yourself... even if you slighty... slighty... fancied him... you were just mates. Besides, you were pretty sure you saw him snog Courtney Love at that party last week. Didn't you?

"Where are we going?" You questioned, trying to distract yourself from your internal dialogue.

"Surprise." By this point, Noel had grabbed both your coats off the coat rack, and chucked you yours, along with a pair of boots. You donned them both, as did he, and then he took your hand once more and dragged you into the garage and into the car.

"Can I put the radio on?"

"Go for it. But make sure it's something good! I can't stand that poxy, popular shit." He reversed the vehicle, pulling out onto the road. "And no Coldplay! God, I fucking hate Coldplay!!"

You chuckled to yourself, as you fiddled with the buttons, switching channels until you struck aria gold; bingo! The Passenger by Iggy Pop. A perfect song for a midnight drive through the streets of Shoreditch.

"Fuck yeah!" Noel began to sing along to the lyrics, a happy camper. "We'll ride through the city tonight-"

"See the city's ripped backsides-" You joined in.

"We'll see the bright and hollow sky-"

"We'll see the stars shine so bright."

"The stars made for us tonight..." Noel's voice faded out, and he took his eyes off the road for a split second, grinning at you. You couldn't help but smile back, until he averted his gaze once more to the dark road ahead. There was little traffic out at this time... a few people on their way home from parties, work shifts, or concerts maybe?

"What are you gonna do without Julian here?" You asked, turning the volume of the radio down.

"Hmm. Work probably. Try write some jokes." His hand raked through his hair scrunching it between his fingers as he always did. "I dunno. Me and Ju are a power team; not sure if I'll be able to come up with much without him."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, Noel. But believe in yourself. You'll be able to."

"Thanks, Y/n."

Noel indicated left, and pulled into an empty car park, in front of the little sleeping art museum. It was strange to see it at this time; usually bustling with people, the building looked quaint... humble... as though the paintings and sculpture were all tucked away in their little beds.

"Besides, I think I hear a calling coming from the general direction of Camden."

You laughed, as you exited the car, shutting the door softly behind you.

"What? You'd be welcome to join me... but I'm guessing the atmosphere of good old Camden town isn't really your thing-"

"I'd love to." You cut him off.

"It's a date. Now, come with me." Noel grabbed you by the hand and ran towards the back of the building. There was little illumination, but Noel located a ladder within seconds, propping it up against the wall.

"Noel!"

"What?"

"We- We can't climb up there! We'll get caught! We-"

"Simmer down! We're not gonna get caught. The view from up here is well worth it." He began to scale the rungs, climbing higher and higher. "Now hurry up! Get your little arse up here! What have you got to lose?"

You rolled your eyes and gave in. "You know, I wish you weren't so profane!"

To which comment, he simply responded with a playful 'up yours' gesture.

"Proves my point!"

And then you climbed the rickety, wooden ladder.

Soon, the two of you were sitting on the roof of the museum, feasting your eyes upon the world around you. The lights twinkled, like thousands of artificial stars that had fallen to the earth, mimicking the sky above. The wind was cold on your neck, so you adjusted your collar and did up the buttons on your coat; Noel wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and once more, you withered under his touch.

"Look at those two, having a snog against that window," he pointed his free hand over to the left, and you spotted the loved-up couple. "Oh... wait actually..." Noel leaned over, his breath warm against your cheek, and whispered in your ear. "I think they may be shagging."

You burst out laughing, catching a glimpse of your companion's smirk. "They'd better be careful not to break that glass during their little session of lovemaking."

"Wouldn't that be a fun anecdote though, hey? 'Smashing couple smash gallery window!'"

As your laughter petered out, you sighed, meeting Noel's eyes. Even here, in near-complete darkness, you could make out their icy cerulean tinge. He had the most beautiful countenance too.

"...Noel?" You questioned.

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever just... feel not good enough. Like... when you're a child, you don't worry about the future, you have so much confidence, you think there's nothing you can't do... you're fearless. But then you grow up... and you realise... you'll never live up to expectations. You'll never be talented enough, or you'll never be successful, or... you'll never meet someone who loves you for you-"

"Is that how you feel? Like you're not good enough?" His voice was solemn, serious, having lost its usual comic, flirtatious quality.

You turned away from him, nodding slightly, your eyes glazing over, as your focus revolved inward. It's true. You bit your lip, in an attempt to hold back the sudden urge to weep. Every day, you play it like you're okay, but deep down, you know there's a dark void... a void of loneliness.

As if on cue, you feel Noel wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace, his chin resting on your shoulder. He rocks you gently, rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you.

"Shhhh. It's okay. You're okay."

"I'm sorry. I'm just scared this will be all I'll ever be."

"...then you are perfect. Exactly as you are."

"What does that mean?"

"It means..." His eyes met yours, and time seemed to stop in its tracks. "I fancy you."

And then he kissed you. He simply pulled away from the embrace and pressed his lips to yours. As if he'd done it a million times before. It was candid, raw... sincere. And then he pulled away, as though regretting letting his impulses get the better of him.

"Shit! I am so, so sorry! I shouldn't-"

But before he could utter another word, you gripped his shoulders, and pulled him towards you filling in the space between your lips, with a series of messy, breathless pecks, growing more intense with each touch. You had never imagined this would actually happen, and yet you'd waited for it forever. His hands gripped your skull, his black painted nails entangling in your hair.

"Your hair's so soft. But..." he mumbled. "Not as good as mine."

"Shut up, Noel."

You felt his lips curl into a smirk against the skin of your cheek. And you couldn't help but giggle, turning your head slightly to meet his touch. Your insides doubled over as his cheeky mouth lavished yours, tongues dancing in the most passionate, most intimate of first unions. And yet his arms held you close with such care, such devotion, such fondness, his thumb absentmindedly caressing your shoulder.

Slowly, the kiss began to soften, gradually petering out, until Noel's nose rested against your own, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"I fancy you too." You gently pulled away, meeting his gaze. Somehow, his face seemed even more beautiful than before; he was so very... pretty - the way his cheekbones jutted through his skin; the sharp, yet vast plane that sat atop the bridge of his nose; the lustre of his blue irises, so bright they almost seemed out of place, what with the sable blackness of his hair.

Noel smiled at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear tenderly.

"I rate that an eight and a half." He exclaimed, fingers now raking through his own hair.

"Pardon?"

"The kiss. Solid eight and a half."

"I'm offended, Noel. Only an eight?"

"Ah-ah, don't forget the half!"

"Piss off."

"Well..." and back was that cheeky smirk plastered on his face. "I never said you couldn't try again, did I?"

"You'll have to catch me first." You swung your legs back and over the edge, feet skimming the ladder rungs, as you practically jumped from the roof and started running to the car.

Noel followed suit, chasing after you. "I think you forget-"

You could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer, and so you ran faster, giddy with nerves; he truly made you feel like a teenager again.

"I-" And he lunged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around you. "Used to play football."

"Yeah, but you gave it up to go to art college, you nonce!"

Noel released you from his grasp, keeping one arm around your waist, as you embraced his shoulders. You strolled back the rest of the way to the car, as you caught your breath.

"Imagine if your old chavvy football mates saw you today." You said, "All jazzed up in your silver boots strutting about the country in your chelsea boots and 70s heels."

"They'd be fucking jealous of me."

"Would they?"

"Yeah. Cause I just kissed a pretty girl on the roof." Noel leaned over and gave your cheek a quick peck. "And that you're in my company, not theirs."

"I don't think I'd be their type."

"Well then, they're just missing out aren't they?" He stifled a chuckle.

"Noel..."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing. I just like saying your name."

"Y/n... Y/n... Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!!! I like shouting your name," he continued. "Y/n! Y/n!!! Y/n!!!!!"

You giggled. "Shhh! Julian will hear you all the way in Leeds!"

Noel grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his embrace.

"Ahhh. Come on, let's get back."

You piled into his car and drove back to the flat, windows down, screaming your lungs out to Bowie.

‘and we climbed on to the roof, the museum and someone made love in the glass. and i forgot my name...’

[julianandnoel]

Good mornin'

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 36)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (34)

Masterlist (other parts here)

YFN enjoyed her morning and flight back, still trying to comprehend what was happening. She’d wished she had time to go through Edinburgh itself but had been swamped all morning with emails relating to the expansion of staff. Lumos management were also a lot more vocal with her now that they’d all met and decided she should be directly involved with their meetings and decisions.

Once she’d landed, she’d Ubered to her and Jordan’s house to pick up Miles and give Blu a pat before she drove to the conference room in town. She’d arrived just after midday and was delightfully pleased to see the entire team was already there with canapes just working and bantering away. She greeted them all as she entered and as she walked to her seat, she realised there were a large bunch of flowers sitting in her space. She was a little confused. Was this from Catherine? From the team for the first round? From the hotel the conference room was in? She looked around for an explanation and only received a few grins in response. She gently touched one of her flowers and leant in to smell them before taking the card out of the top.

Hi little one,

Well done on your first round of women’s football!

I’m so proud of you, always, in everything that you do.

I can’t wait to see you soon in Spain.

I love you.

Lucy x

She blushed as her heart fluttered, again finding a few of those grins, yet now they were teasing. She didn’t mind being teased for it. She was proud of her relationship with Lucy. She moved the flowers more central in the table and took her seat, setting up her laptop and notes before sending a quick photo and text to Lucy.

She knew they had a lot to cover and made sure to text Jordan, asking for a heads up when she was headed home. She wanted to be there for her. She put her phone on the table and they began. They spoke about the first round, each team member talking about their experiences and ideas. They spoke about the interviews, the posts, the equipment, all of it. When they were done, YFN made sure they were all comfortable and confident with their roles and then dropped the bombshell. They were expanding. Already. She told them how happy and ambitious management were. They’d expanded from ten including YFN to fifty. This was a shock to everyone of course, however YFN managed to ease them.

“Fifty?!” Ruby almost yelled. “How much money does this company have?!”

“The company has a lot of faith in us…and they were very impressed with the first round.”

“But that’s mainly because your interviews were amazing…” Ethan countered.

“No, we all did amazing work.” Bridget disagreed.

“Fifty sounds like a lot, but it really isn’t,” she assured. “We have six games a week. Fifty is our new number so that we can have three videographers, three photographers, one editor and one interviewer per game. That’s forty-eight people. The extras will be Noel for IT as our posting and editing becomes even more sizeable, and myself.”

They thought this was definitely a lot more reasonable when it was put like that.

“Management are throwing money into us to not only expedite the process of growth, but to make sure we’re training and preparing for the international fixtures as well,” she explained. “We won’t just be doing WSL the entire time. Plus, there are the other leagues in Europe, and the other minor leagues in the UK.”

“But the training…” Emily almost whispered.

YFN nodded, running a hand through her hair a little stressed. “Oh, trust me, I know. We need to be fully prepped and confident for our games so we make the mistakes in practise rather than onsite.”

“Prior planning prevents piss poor performance.” Sam quoted.

“Exactly and I have a plan for that. Now we’re all new here but we’ve all been in the field, we’ve researched and prepped and decided on how to best create a product that suits our brand image. It’s because of this that my plan is to have you all in supervisory roles for the new team coming in. The new hires will arrive next Tuesday which gives us time to prep with them prior to our third round. I’ll put you into game groups and you can work together to prep during the week, with this group supervising each game group and taking a bit more responsibility. Teach them what you’ve learnt. Next week is going to be a long week, but we can do it. I’ll expect progress reports also as I can’t monitor fifty people. If someone is excelling, or not quite up to scratch, I expect to be told so we can sort it out prior to our game. Also…” she looked around the conference room. “…we’ve just acquired an office space in London. I understand that not everyone will live there, and I just want to state that when we’re up and running more comfortably, the people who live further away will be able to zoom our meetings instead if they choose. In the meantime, we’ll continue with our face to face meetings, though don’t neglect yourselves. If it becomes too hard to travel; let me know. We’re going to have enough people to cover each other, it’s okay.”

The rest of the meeting was fairly better as YFN had decided they would only start to worry about the new hires later on. Right now, it was about prepping for the next games.

Their schedule set out for the upcoming week was as such:

Man United vs West Ham (Leigh Sports Village, Manchester): 12th Nov 1200 – YFN and Ruby.

Spurs vs Liverpool (Brisbane Road, London): 12th Nov 1230 – Sam and Olivia.

Everton vs Chelsea (Walton Hall Park, Liverpool): 12th Nov 1300 – Ethan and Daniel.

Man City vs Brighton (Joie Stadium, Manchester): 12th Nov 1300 – Bridget and Emily.

Bristol vs Aston Villa (Ashton Gate Stadium, Bristol): 12th Nov 1400 – Matt and Noel.

Leicester vs Arsenal (King Power Stadium, Leicester): 12th Nov 1845 – YFN and Ruby (relocate from United vs West Ham); Matt (relocate from Bristol vs Aston Villa in Bristol est arrival: 1900).

The scheduling was tight because all of the games were on the same day, and she needed to be carefully logistically to make sure she didn’t have people driving out of their way unnecessarily. Luckily, Matt lived in Birmingham and would be able to get to the Leicester vs Arsenal game for YFN to get some good interviews of the players, one she was hoping would be Kyra and Courtney.

Before she knew it, the clock had ticked over to 5pm and Jordan had messaged.

Dory: Training just finished. I’ll be home in 20.

YFN: I’m coming. I’ll get take-away for us. What would you like, Dory?

Dory: Anything I’m not supposed to eat.

YFN: You’re amazing. See you at home soon, roomie x

YFN walked through the front door, pizza in one hand and flowers tucked under the other arm, her work bag slung over her shoulder. Regardless of this, Jordan was on her from the moment she opened the door, wrapping arms around YFN’s waist. After a cute little hug, YFN spoke when she felt Jordan getting emotional.

“Okay, firstly, I love you. Secondly, we’re eating before we talk. We need to get this comfort food into you before it goes cold.”

They settled onto the couch and devoured the pizza quickly, having to snatch it away from Blu at times. Then, Jordan spoke.

“I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why? For having sex with someone you love? Someone who knows you and loves you too?”

“I guess it does sound better when you say it like that…”

“What happened? Tell me everything.”

Jordan sighed. “We dropped you off and came back home. We didn’t speak much in the car. She put her hand on my thigh, but I think it was more of a reassurance thing than a sexual thing. Then we spoke when we got home. I did exactly what you said, I sat far away so I wouldn’t be tempted by anything. She said the nicest things, YFN.” Jordan began to cry. “How much she loved me and missed me and how badly she’d screwed up. I couldn’t help myself, I cried and I couldn’t stop. I tried to hold it together. She comforted me and…” She put her hand on the back of the couch, presumably where they’d been sitting.

“Did you have sex right here?”

Jordan’s tears paused as she gave a cheeky, embarrassed smile.

“Ooookay I’m going to pretend I didn’t ask.” She reached out and brushed some of Jordan’s tears away. “Was it…bad?”

“No,” she admitted. “No, it was incredible. Probably the best sex I’ve had in my life. It was so desperate and passionate. I don’t know what happened, I missed her touch, I just melted.”

“Ah…and you cried after it?”

“No, I cried during it. It felt so good and to have her back so close to me. I missed her so much, YFN. I think after we’d been…doing it a while…the lust faded a little, and I just got scared. Scared that she made me feel so happy, made me feel so loved and then I got scared she’d leave again. I panicked and cried. She didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to do. I told her to go.”

“She tried to stay?”

“Yeah of course but I was just a mess, I needed to be alone.”

YFN hesitated. “You pushed her away before she could leave you…”

“Is that what I did?” She whispered.

“Oh Dory, come here.” YFN pulled Jordan into her lap and wrapped her arms around her, stroking her supportively. YFN and Jordan were both very, very affectionate people, especially physically.

“I don’t know if I can trust her again. I th…thought I c…could.” Her crying increased and she clung to the front of YFN’s shirt.

“Did you tell her why you wanted her to go?”

“That’s the worst part…she begged me to stay. She was on her knees at one point. On her ACL torn knee…but I couldn’t look at her. I wanted her to go. I knew she had a long drive back to London. I knew it was late. I still kicked her out.” She shook her head. “She begged me all the way out of the door to explain what was happening. I just remember telling her, “I can’t handle you leaving me again.””

YFN’s stomach dropped for Leah. She finally got close to Jordan again. Close enough for sex. For intimacy. She must have been so happy…and in a split second it was all taken away from her because of that insecurity she’d planted in Jordan with her previous mistake.

“It’s okay…it’s okay. Leah will understand, trust me. Has she messaged you?”

Jordan nodded into her. “She’s sent me multiple messages since.”

“And have your feelings changed?”

“That fear of her leaving? It’s not going away anytime soon.”

“I think she needs to win your trust back. You two made a mistake by diving into sex.”

“I know,” she whispered quietly. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“You need to let her know that if she wants you, she needs to build that trust back. She needs to know that it may take a long time but it’ll be worth it because she’ll get to have you back.”

Jordan nodded. “You’re right…”

“If I’ve learnt anything over the past few days it’s that communication is key…”

“I just need a little space.”

“Okay…look, I’ll be at the Arsenal game on Sunday in Leicester. I’ll talk to her if you want? Explain a little…”

“I think that’s for the best.”

“Okay, I think you should message her asking for your space for the moment.”

“Can you do it?”

“I think this one is best coming from you, Jords.”

 She sighed but took her phone out and texted Leah without reading the messages the other woman had sent her.

“You won’t be at the Aston Villa game this week?”

YFN shook her head. “No, I’ll be covering Untied vs West Ham and then Leicester vs Arsenal.”

“But aren’t you going to Spain?”

She ran a hand through her hair. “Yeah…I was planning on going Friday. Lucy has a game Saturday and then I’d fly back for the Sunday games.”

“You’re not staying for long, then? Lucy’s going to be upset.”

“I know,” she sighed. “I know, I planned on doing zoom for my meetings next week, but we’ve just expanded our employees by five hundred percent.”

“What the-”

“Oh, please don’t ask anything. I’m stressed and besides, tonight is all you, Jords. I think a phone call with Lucy and then with Katie and Caitlin may be just what you need, hm?”

Jordan agreed. “Yes, please! I’ll get rid of this rubbish and get us drinks while you message them.”

YFN opened her phone, hovering her finger above Lucy’s message before she remembered their phone call from last night. She bit her lip as she opened Instagram. Sure enough, the first posts were of Lucy boxing and YFN could feel her skin getting hot, and she squirmed as she also felt herself getting wet for her. God damn. Lucy. Those biceps. Lucy. That determined look. Lucy. She groaned.

“You okay?” Jordan asked from the kitchen.

“Yeah!” She called back and liked the post. She considered commenting and decided against that. She was worried how forward she would be in front of Lucy’s 750k followers.

YFN: Hey Luce, are you free for a call with Dory?

Lucy: Hi, little one. I’ve been waiting for your text. I smile when your name pops up on my phone. Yes, I’m free whenever you want me.

YFN: I always want you. And you’re always busy.

Lucy: Lies.

Jordan passed her a drink over the couch and she took a sip.

Lucy: Come to Spain and fuck the busy out of me.

She choked on her drink. Jordan gave her a look before she rolled her eyes as she made her own drink.

YFN: Behave. I’m barely hanging on with your Instagram posts.

Lucy: I hoped you’d like them…can we have a late-night call tonight when you’re free?

YFN: Yes, please.

It’s crazy how naturally they fell into teasing each other. She sent another message to the messenger with Katie, Caitlin and Jordan.

YFN: Hi! Are you all free for a group call with Dory and I in the next hour or so?

Caitlin: KEEN.

Katie: Only if we see your faces.

YFN: Done. I’ll message you soon!

Jordan joined her on the couch then and she called Lucy, giving Jordan the phone. Obviously, Jordan had Lucy’s number, but this was more convenient. She watched as the two old friends spoke, Lucy not failing to make Jordan grin and laugh. Of course she could. At one point they were even speaking about her, and YFN rolled her eyes, working a little on her laptop while they had their talk.

Their talk ended after about forty minutes, Jordan hanging up before YFN could talk to Lucy. She frowned. Lucy immediately texted.

Lucy: Call me in bed?

YFN: Okay, I’ll be about an hour, love. Thank you for that, she really needed it. You managed to cheer her up a lot.

Lucy: I know her too well. You’re welcome, though. Talk soon. x

YFN messaged the girls back then telling them to call whenever they were free. Apparently, that was immediately. Jordan and YFN on one end, Katie and Caitlin on the other. It was a hilarious conversation after Jordan had been honest about what happened with Leah to them. They’d given her support and told her to take her time which reassured her a little bit more. Katie had changed the mood of the conversation after that by introducing Coopurr by holding the cat up to the camera. Jordan responded in kind with Blu, of course. Then Caitlin surprised her fellow Australian with a question.

“Hey chicken, do you know what’s happening with Kyra? She’s been a bit off and we figured you might know…”

YFN hesitated. She didn’t want to keep anything from them, but knew it wasn’t her place. “Uh…yeah…it’s not really my place to say though…”

Katie turned to Caitlin. “I told you.”

“You were right,” Caitlin rasped. “It’s about Courtney then.”

They watched as YFN practically glued her mouth shut. Of course they knew. Courtney was a Matilda. Caitlin was a Matilda.

“Is that why you’re coming to our game now?”

“Oh, that's right! You two were so obvious when Kyra asked what game you were going to.”

“Mmnhmn. Yeah, look, all I can say is that I plan on interviewing them together. We’re going to start interviewing players in groups more, and also interviewing opposition together. So this weekend I’ll do a young interview with those two if I can catch Courtney, and then I’ll do an-”

“An old person interview? Rude.” Caitlin laughed.

YFN rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, we’re happy to do an interview with you, but I assume you want someone you haven’t talked to yet?”

“Yeah, you know, I was thinking Kim or…” She stopped herself as she looked at Jordan.

Jordan frowned. Leah. There was a moment of silence.

“That’s okay, you know.” Jordan reassured. YFN gave a grateful smile.

“…or Jen Beattie?”

“Are you in those little sleeping shorts of yours?” Lucy asked.

“Yes,” she almost whispered.

Lucy hummed. “Good. Take them off.”

YFN did as she was told, wriggling them off and turning back to her phone propped up against Lucy’s pillow.

“Shirt too.”

She pulled her shirt off, now fully bare beneath the sheets besides her socks. Lucy knew she loved her socks, though.

“I wish you could understand how much I want you right now.” She said a little exasperated.

“Tell me…” She whispered, looking at Lucy through the camera. She allowed herself to begin playing with one of her nipples and Lucy noticed, groaning.

“If you could feel between my thighs, you’d know just how much I miss you.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you…I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.”

“Good.” She said almost harshly. “That’s where I belong. Inside your mind. Inside you. Now I need you to touch yourself. I need your hands to do what I wish mine were right now.”

“Guide me where you want me, Luce.”

“Put your free hand around your throat. Good girl. Squeeze a little. Argh…yes. You like that, hm? Two days and that’ll be my hand.”

“God I need you, Luce.”

“I have no idea how I didn’t fuck you silly the other night.”

“Because you love me,” she whispered, her hand moving down over her body and under the sheets. She knew Lucy would enjoy that visual.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

YFN paused. “No…”

“Hm.”

“Can I…?” She trailed off as she saw Lucy’s darkened eyes through the screen.

“Use your words, love.”

“Can I touch myself?”

“Yes, but don’t go inside. Not yet.”

She felt through the wetness of her body, not realising just how ready she was. She was tempted to slip a finger in, but Lucy told her she couldn’t just yet, and so she didn’t. Her fingers found her little bundle of nerves and began to play.

“That’s my girl,” Lucy groaned. “T…that’s my girl. Feel that.”

Lucy stuttering a little was proof to her that she was also touching herself. Her eyes rolled back at the thought and her body was twitching and getting tingly at the stimulation of her clit. They worked themselves up like that for a while, both moaning and shakily breathing. Hearing Lucy losing control was one of her favourite things. She just wished she were right there, rather than across a phone.

“Luce, c…can I go inside?”

“Tell me who you belong to.”

She bit her lip and her back arched at the question, her fingers speeding up. She whimpered. “You, Luce. I belong to you.”

“Yes, you do. Don’t you ever fucking forget that. Two fingers inside, now.”

YFN eagerly thrust two fingers inside herself, her body jerking and her legs automatically widening.

“I want to hear you.”

YFN released one of her nipples to drag the phone down and place it on her left thigh. She could hear Lucy groaning from the other end. She threw the sheet off so she could hear her better.

“God, you have no idea what you do to me,” she repeated. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m yours, Luce. And I…I’m the l…lucky one.” She had no idea how she managed to get the sentence out. She was so wound up, her body arched into her hand, hips automatically thrusting against her fingers.

“I want you to come like this, fucking yourself. Don't move the phone, I want to hear it.”

YFN did as she was told, and sped up her assault, her body becoming a shaky, uncontrolled mess. It didn’t take long for her to get right to that edge, and she could hear Lucy getting closer. Lucy wasn’t very vocal, that was something they were still working on, however her moaning and panting betrayed her. She was close. She just needed to be tipped over the edge. So YFN gave her that.

“Arghh…Luce…Lucy…can I come?”

She knew asking permission would be Lucy’s last straw.

“Y…yes,” she gasped. “Come.”

YFN sped up her efforts once more as her body unfolded and that electric shock of ecstasy shocked her body into a tense spasm. She heard Lucy whimpering on the other end of the phone and that just made it last longer.

She let herself come down and reached for a tissue near the bed to wipe herself clean. She took the phone and put it back up near her face as she rolled to the side and looked at her girlfriend. Lucy pushed the glasses up her nose, giving a satiated grin. She couldn’t help but return her own.

“This is becoming a regular thing for us.” YFN said.

“I need this just to be able to think during the day about something other than fucking you.”

“Ah, but I thought you liked thinking about me.”

Lucy laughed incredulously. “Yes, but I also have a profession I should be thinking about. Mapi managed to kick a ball into me today while I was zoned out thinking about how good you look under me.”

The visual was hilarious. “You’re insatiable.”

“It’s never been a problem until you. I feel like I’m losing a battle of urges.”

“Keep talking, please, you’re making me feel very loved right now.”

Lucy laughed and YFN continued. “But if it’s any consolation, I also can’t stop thinking about you. The one time I managed to not, was when I was walking into my meeting but then I saw your flowers…”

Lucy grinned. “You liked them? I thought it’d be romantic.”

“Oh, it was. And just so you know, your surprise will be there tomorrow also.”

Lucy’s eyes widened with excitement. “You sent me something?!”

“Last night. I just wanted you to know that I sent it BEFORE I received your flowers.”

“Who’s the romantic one, now?”

“You, always you. I may be a romantic, but I’ll never have anything on you, Luce.”

[spookyspecterino]

Soft Moments in the Stars

Sam Coe x GN! Reader

GN! Reader. No pronouns, no use of Y/N, or reader descriptions used.

Anxiety, worry, some fear (Sam is there to comfort you and calm you down). Comfort, breathing exercises, reassurance.

Staring out into the stars, while everyone sleeps, your mind starts to worry. Sam notices you're awake and stays up with you.

Characters: Sam Coe. Mentions of Cora Coe, Sarah, Barrett, and Andreja.

Haha, bet you didn't expect another so soon! This is short. But I really needed it. Now that the poll requests are done, I can get into the heavier more plot related stuff >:) (Aka: my sad era)

Staring up at the stars, what a primal instinct it’s been for all of humanity since the dawn of creation. The unknown, the curiosity, the wonder in it. How long have humans been looking up at the night sky? And how many of your ancestors have done just the same; sitting, staring, and questioning?

What’s out there? How do you fit in to any of it? In this vast field of stars, of people, of planets—why are you the one to go on this cosmic journey?

New Atlantis had too much light pollution to look up and stargaze at night. Akila city had too much dust and sand in the air. But now, in the cockpit of the Frontier, the entire universe stretches out for your curious, pondering eyes.

Quiet moments, when everyone is asleep and the ship drifts across the blackest sea, are rare. It’s an opportunity to sit and really think. At times, maybe the constant hustle and bustle from place to place, mission to mission, is good. It’s a distraction, that much is clear. The lively conversations among your crew, Sarah jotting down notes about unexplored systems, Cora with her enthusiastic book reports—is comforting.

You may not always have them. It may be, in time, this quiet, contemplative silence is all you have left.

It’s a chilling, anxiety-ridden truth that you’ve been forced to think of more and more. Especially now.

With every new temple you discover, every new power you gain, a rift grows between you and the others. There’s a distinct feeling to it.

Sarah and Noel look at you like you’re something to be studied. Barrett uses constant humor and jokes to cover his nervousness. Andreja feels threatened by the power imbalance.

Only Sam continues to treat you the same.

Sam—wonderful, optimistic, loving, Sam.

Your shining light in the dark.

Every outcome is uncertain, but his promises of staying with you—always being at your side, no matter what—is a comfort unlike anything else.

A long-winded sigh leaves you. Your mind can’t help but wander into the worst-case scenarios or worry about the unknown. If these temples turn you into some kind of monster… what then? If your destiny takes you on a different path than his, how can you see it coming? Could you even prevent it?

What about Cora? Will she grow up without you? Her own path taking her elsewhere?

Is this all for nothing? Is this endless space an indifferent, uncaring, void that only seeks to be filled with violence—

Soft hands caress your tense shoulders. “Hey. What’re you doing up?”

Like a light switch being flipped, the anxious, spiraling thoughts cease. A lucid calm washes over you.

You lean back in your pilot’s seat, feeling the warmth of Sam behind you. “Couldn’t sleep.” You murmur.

He hums softly, leaning down closer to you. “What’s bothering you, sweetheart?”

“It’s hard to say.”

“Hmm…” He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, gently kneading the other. “Describe how you’re feeling.”

“Frustrated. I guess. I have so many questions.”

His thumbs move to massage between your shoulder blades. “I can tell, you’re very tense.”

This makes you chuckle, a breathy and tired sound. You can feel his short beard against your neck. His lips ghost over your skin. “Come back to bed, we can work some of that frustration out.”

A very tempting offer. Other nights you would happily accept to be whisked away in his arms, forget everything, and curl up next to him to start a new day. But something stops you.

He can feel your hesitation. His lips hover and his hands pause.

“It’s…It’s not just that…” You frown at the stars. Sam’s faint reflection in the glass watches you with caring, patient eyes.

“I’m…I’m scared—terrified, actually.” As if a great floodgate opens, you release your thoughts into the still air. “I don’t know what’s coming next; I rely on Constellation to have at least some idea of what we’re getting into. Seeing Sarah and Noel just as confused as I am…it’s really unsettling. These temples and powers…what if they change me into someone—or something—unrecognizable?”

Your breath quickens. “I don’t know what to do. There’s so much responsibility on my shoulders now, it’s all so sudden. What if I screw up? What if I get someone hurt—what if I get you hurt? Or if I make the wrong choice and—”

“Whoa, whoa. Easy. Take a deep breath.”

You do, filling your lungs just as he does, as he guides you along.

In and out. Slow. In and out.

Your heart calms, just a little, but your racing thoughts still tumble around your mind. “Thanks.” You whisper, leaning your head back against his shoulder and closing your eyes.

“Stand up. I wanna hold you.”

His hands guide you out of the chair, sliding under your arms and around you like a safety net. Your hands lay over his. They’re always so warm, while yours are always cold.

His body presses against yours, flooding you with his warmth, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He murmurs into your skin. “It’s alright. I’ve got you. I will always be with you.” His fingers tangle with yours, smooth and practiced.

“It’s natural to make mistakes—and it’s not your fault. You’re learning just like the rest of us. There’s no way you can predict the future, so go easy on yourself. Making mistakes is human.” He trails light kisses up your neck to the shell of your ear. “As for everything else—we take it one step at a time, together. If something doesn’t feel right, we can adjust or take a break. Don’t push yourself. The universe isn’t going anywhere.”

Tears dot the corner of your eyes as you smile and nod. Your voice is barely a whisper. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Anytime, love.”

You take some more steadying breaths, feeling your lungs fill and empty out rhythmically. “You always know exactly what to say.”

He chuckles, his breath is warm against your skin. “I know you, and I know how it feels to be weighed down by anxious thoughts.”

After a few more minutes of watching the stars, feeling your mind slow and your thoughts ease, “I think I’m ready for bed now.”

“You sure? I can give you some more time alone if you need it.”

“Nah.” You turn in his arms to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You’re greeted with the softest blue eyes and a loving smile. “I’m good now.”

Sam presses his forehead to yours. “I love you. You know that right?”

“Of course.” You press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I love you too.”

His content, happy, sigh—one of your favorite noises—lifts your heart out of the gloom.

[bisexual-thoughtss]

Vince Noir x Reader

Somehow Howard had convinced everyone to go camping again (promises of staying far away from yeti territory and no lectures certainly helped his case). Once again he was fretting over leaving on time, despite constant reminders that this was supposed to be a holiday.

“For god sake Howard, have a drink or something, relax,” you tell him after the fifth time he points to his watch. You and Vince haul your overstuffed suitcases towards the door as you ask Bollo to get Howard a drink.

He brings him a beer and Howard sputters indignantly and begins a rant on driving under the influence before you stop him.

“I’m driving, you’ve seen where your driving gets us. Have the drink,” you retort and Howard is silent, unable to think of a good argument. He huffs and takes the drink and Bollo graciously takes your suitcases down the stairs for you.

Once you’re settled in the van Howard unfurls his map, despite the protests from Naboo and Bollo who are mashed in the back seat with him, and begins giving you directions. Vince sits contentedly in the front seat, pointing out funny sights along the road and occasionally sharing the snacks he’s brought with you. The trip isn’t long and before you know it, you’re taking in the lush trees that fan around the lake you’ll be staying by.

“Wow,” you breathe, “s’beautiful.”

“Yeah,” you hear Vince agree, but he’s only partially looking at the scenery.

The peaceful calm is broken quickly as the other three have a row while they unpack the van.

“I packed all of the tents!” Howard shouts, frowning as Naboo shakes his head.

“Obviously not, there’s only three here you idiot!” Naboo yells back, and you can actually hear all the birds in the vicinity fly away at their noise.

“Boys, please, you’re disturbing the poor wildlife,” you roll your eyes, “it’s fine, we’ll just have to double up.”

As expected, Naboo and Bollo head off with one tent, and Howard grabs the next.

“C’mon then,” Vince smiles at you, grabbing the last tent.

“Oh- you want to share with me?” You ask, surprised.

“Well you don’t want to share with Howard do you?” He asks gesturing over to him.

“Definitely not,” you laugh as Howard wrestles with the pieces of his tent.

“But I can share with him, if you want your own tent,” he offers, but you quickly stop him.

“No, this’ll do,” you blush as he smiles happily at your decision. You two go about setting up your tent, stopping every so often to laugh at Howard’s struggle. Naboo and Bollo have long since finished theirs with some magical assistance, and wandered off to splash in the lake.

“We could go skinny dipping later,” Vince hums and you choke on air, letting out a violent cough. He laughs delightedly at your reaction, wiggling his eyebrows when you glare at him.

You gawk at the tent once you’ve finished it, glaring over at Howard’s.

“You’ve left us with the smallest tent!” You complain.

“I’m a large man, I need my leg room!” Howard argues, ending the squabble abruptly by zipping himself inside his tent. You roll your eyes, turning back to Vince.

“S’pose we’ll just have to squash in,” you tell him, unzipping the flap. He crawls in first, taking the blankets with him to try and arrange them inside. When he’s spread them out best he can, you crawl in after him. There’s not much room and in the scuffle of trying to get in on all fours, you get caught on the edge of a blanket. With your stability lost, you fall forward into Vince, blushing fiercely when you sit up and realize you’re on top of him.

“I think this tent’ll do just fine,” Vince grins up at you.

[3rdgymbros]

━ 𝐈 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬!

— pairing; chigiri hyoma x reader  

— summary; in which kaiser is annoying, you’re jealous, and noel noa notices. set in the blue lock manager au.

— notes; please donate to my kofi if you like my content and wish to support me. reblogs are appreciated !!

❋ “Yoichi, is that red-head an old friend?” Thanks to Ego’s ministrations (and the recently increased budget after the U-20 match), the state-of-the-art monitors and high-tech speakers allows you a high-definition view of Kaiser’s face, and his ensuing conversation with Isagi.

❋ Well, it’s not just you. Right now, the whole of Blue Lock ─ not to mention the entire world ─ can hear Kaiser and the smugness to his voice.

❋ It would appear that even the sound of Kaiser’s voice is enough to set Isagi off, because he looks dangerously close to seizing a football and braining Kaiser with it. And wouldn’t that be a sight to see, two world-class footballers (from the same team, no less!) duking it out on the field like two squabbling children.

❋ You have to give Kaiser credit where it’s due, for ignoring Isagi’s annoyed glower in favour of continuing to talk as though nothing’s wrong. “He’s good. Fast, strong . . . And above all, beautiful.” Kaiser blatantly checks out Chigiri’s retreating figure with a toss of his head and smiles in a way that sets your teeth on edge. And it’s completely irrational, but a sick sense of jealousy pierces you then. “He’s a gem you’ll want to crush.”

❋ You can see Chigiri’s face upon the monitors, too. His thin jersey only serves to accentuate his slender frame and the lean length of his muscles. He’s too far away to hear Kaiser’s comments, and a small smile still tugs at the corners of his lips.

❋ You growl. You actually growl like a damn dog.

❋ (You aren’t sure if it’s in response to the sudden jealousy blooming in your chest like a poisonous flower, or if it’s because you don’t like how Kaiser talks about Chigiri, like he’s an object or a possession to toy with. But hey. That’s a problem for your future self to deal with.)

❋ Next to you, Igarashi squeaks, his face paling to the colour of chalk. Very wisely, he inches away from your scowl and your angry fingers digging into the clipboard.

❋ “Ah.” Noel Noa says, far too knowingly for your liking. He nods at you, unruffled. “Michael has that effect on people.”

❋ And of course he would notice the way your gaze lingers a tad too longingly on Chigiri. “Though I suspect your frustration is a result of other causes as well.”

❋ His tone is as monotonous as ever, but it still doesn’t stop the heat from rushing to your cheeks at dizzying speeds. And isn’t that just great, the greatest footballer in the world is now lecturing you about your love life.

❋ Or lack thereof.

❋ Isagi’s going to have a field day when he finds out.

[kissmyhandcallmedarling]

spunky dilf

vince noir x reader

imagine: finding out you were pregnant with vince's child.

(don't ask why i put that gif - its just hilarious.)

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Twelve days. It was twelve days late. It had never been this late before.

"Oi! Y/n, you up?" The yell of your shamanic landlord and good friend, Naboo, shook you from your thoughts.

"Um, yes!" You hollered back.

"Do ya want some malt loaf? Bollo's just put the tea on."

"Oh, yeah, thanks, Naboo. I'll be out in a minute."

"No worries... Bollo you ballbag! What are ya doin'?"

"Ughhhh," *crash* "I think I may have eat the cakes."

"You idiot! Those were my hash cakes! I made em' for Pete you tit!"

"Sorry."

You laughed to yourself as you got out of bed, wrapping a warm, woolen shawl of Vince's around your shoulders. The antics of your housemates never failed to put a smile on your face - even when you faced such a situation as you believed yourself to be in at the moment.

You emerged from your chrysalis of a bedroom and joined your mates in the kitchenette, taking a seat on the couch.

"Mornin'!" Naboo greeted, sitting opposite you on a beaded pouffe (this was followed by a grunt from Bollo, letting you know your presence was noted).

"Morning."

"What's up with you?" He took a puff of his pipe.

"Nothing's up." You folded your arms tighter over your chest.

"I'm a shaman. I can sense when something's off. And something is definitely off about you this morning."

"Isn't that empathy? You don't need to be shaman to have empathy." Bollo waddled over with the tea and malt loaf on a tray.

"Yeah, whatever. 'Point is," he took another drag, blowing smoke from his nostrils. You were usually alright with the smell of... whatever the hell he smokes... but today it made you positively gag! "Something's different about you, Y/n. I can sense it."

"I have no idea what you're on about, Naboo." You took a bite of malt loaf - it was a little stale, but you were rather hungry, so you ate it regardless. "Where's Vince and Howard."

"Didn't Howard tell you?"

"No...?"

"The dickhead," Naboo scoffed. "Long story. So you know how Vince went to some party last night? Well, he got home about half-three and was pretty pissed-"

You rolled your eyes; Vince enjoyed a cocktail or three, but barely ever got himself truly wasted. However, it was his mate Leroy's bucks party, and so naturally, you weren't surprised he took the opportunity to go to town on the booze.

"He wanted to straighten his hair and basically, he fell asleep on his straighteners and got a nasty burn-"

"Why did no one tell me about this?!"

"I dunno. Anyway, Howard took 'im to the doctors to get it checked. You were still asleep and Vince insisted on leaving you be."

"Right..." You spent a moment comprehending the story. "Shit, it wasn't the Nicky Clarke's was it?"

"Yes. Think so." Bollo grunted.

"Fucking idiot! Jesus christ Vince!"

"Don't take offense, Y/n, but you're being really moody this morning."

"Am I?" You retorted. "Oh, I'm sorry. I only just found out my tit of a boyfriend got himself pissed and ended up with second-degree burns!” You excused yourself from the couch and went back to your room, slamming the door behind you.

"I've got a bad feeling about this."

Bloody hell! This was the last thing you needed! Vince going out and getting shitfaced, unbeknown to the fact that he may be a father sooner than he wished! Fuck!

You paced your room, trying to think of what your next move would be. You were too young for this - you told yourself. But you needed to know...

And so you did a test.

*POSITIVE*

You were pregnant.

***

You were midway through the afternoon shift in the shop when Howard arrived back with Vince slung over his shoulders, looking terribly hungover, still wearing his red catsuit and silver boots.

“Ughh, I need a Berocca!” 

Howard gestured for Vince to head upstairs, before walking over to you. “You go look after him. I’ll take care of the shop.”

“Thanks Howard.” You gave him a pat on the shoulder before rushing over to aid Vince up the stairs. Once at the top, you guided Vince into your room and laid him down on the bed. 

“What have you gone and done to yourself, you bloody idiot?” 

“Well I had a few too many flirtini’s at Leroys and…”

“That was a rhetorical question.”

“Oh.”

 “I know what you did. You fell asleep on your Nicky Clarkes.”

“…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Vince raked a hand through his hair. “I was pretty pissed.”

This whole kerfuffle nearly made you forget about your own situation.

“It’s alright, just so long as you’re alright now.”

“It’s better, now that I’m with you.” He reached to your face and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, before gently pulling your face down to meet his lips in a tender kiss.

You smiled and gave his hand a squeeze.

“You rest up. I’ll fetch you a Berocca and run you a bath.”

“Cheers, darlin’. You’re a diamond.”

You got his Berocca and then set out to preparing his bath with nice warm water, bubbles, and put out his favourite shower gels and shampoos and conditioners (he had alot of those). 

“You ready, Vince?”

“Yeah.” 

You helped him up and walked with him to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind the two of you. 

“Right, let’s have a little look at this wound.” You told Vince to sit, and you crouched beside him. Having since changed out of his catsuit, he pulled up his shirt, and you lowered the already-very-low waistband of his black trousers. The burn was protected by a dressing.

“Can you take it off please. The dressing.” He asked. His voice... was vulnerable.

“You sure?”

He nodded. 

“Can you hold this?” You got him to hold his waistband down while you gently plucked at the corners, trying to ease the bandage from his skin with as little pain as possible. “Almost there.”

He bit his lip as you yanked the stubborn edge from his skin. Vince let out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks for that.”

“Is it sore? Are you sure you’ll be alright to have it in water?” You observed the bright red scar that lacerated his groin.

“A little sore, yeah. But I really need a bath, so I don’t really care. My hair is absolutely mank!”

"So you're saying you'd prefer an infected wound, to greasy hair?"

"It'll be fine!"

“Alright, I’ll leave you be then.” You turned to leave the room, but Vince caught your wrist. 

“No. Stay." His eyes were soft. "Won’t you join me?”

You smiled .“I guess it wouldn’t do any harm.”

He beamed that childish grin of his. 

Soon the two of you were immersed in the hot water and bubbles, Vince retelling stories of the previous night.

"And then, Jaque LeCube, right, he got this massive hose pipe right and chugged a pint of lager in one. I don't even know where his mouth is."

You listened intently, relishing these intimate moments, as your head rest on his chest, surrounded by warm, lavender-scented foam.

Gradually, the chatter petered out, and you simply lay in his embrace, your fingertips grazing his thigh below the water surface.

"Vince?" You broke the silence.

"Hmm?"

"I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

You sat up and met his gaze.

"I'm..."

"Y/n, what is it?" His expression grew solemn as you struggled to string your sentence together.

You held your breath.

"I'm pregnant."

He didn't respond, simply looked at you blankly, as though trying to comprehend the words you'd uttered.

"Vince, say something." You grew concerned.

"Fuck..."

Your heart sank.

But a cheeky grin broke across his face.

"I've always wanted to be spunky dilf!

"Vince!" You giggled. Not at all the reaction you were expecting.

"You know, like a super cool dad who looks like a rockstar - you know when we pick up the kid from school and all their friends go 'wow, look at their dad! He's so cool!'" He turned to you and took your hand. "So, we're really having a baby then?"

"Yes. Yes we are."

He smiled softly. "You're going to be the best mother to our child."

"And you the best, coolest, most Jagger-esque father!"

"You know it, darlin'." He placed a hand on your stomach. "I love you."

[mysafehaneul]

IV.AQUAMARINE

CHAPTER 4: SHADOWS AND COURTS

A/N: I apologize for the late update a lot went down last week, my aunt passed away and a shit ton of family drama which left me very emotionally and mentally drained. I hope you guys like this chapter and i look forward to read your comments. Happy Reading!

P.S. Thank you for liking Aquamarine so far, every like every reblog means the world to me. I will be taking a Hiatus till October as I have my mid-terms at the end of September.

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WORDS: 8.5k+

GENRE: ARRANGE CONTRACT MARRIAGE AU! ENEMIES TO LOVERS!

Angst, Fluff, Smut (in future chapters not this one).

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Choices and changes are two things that are constant in every individual's life. Choices a person makes in certain situations can lead to a change that could be for better or for worse, yet these are the two things that no one can escape. In the gentle twilight of the city, a melancholic shadow casts a shadow over the newlyweds. The day had been a whirlwind of emotions, a crescendo of joy and celebration that now seemed to dissolve into a distant memory, like the last fading notes of a haunting melody.

The penthouse, perched high above the bustling city, offered a view that would usually have captivated anyone. Yet, for Y/N, it was merely a backdrop to the emotions swirling within her. As she stepped into the luxurious space, her heels dropped to the floor with a soft thud. The scent of freshly polished floors, infused with a subtle lemony fragrance, wafted through the air. It was Wonwoo's home, a place she had never been before, and it felt unfamiliar.

Wonwoo watched her, his eyes tracing her movements. His tie loosened, his collar unbuttoned, and he observed her with a silent curiosity. Y/N's fingers brushed against her temples, undoing the carefully arranged hairdo that had adorned her throughout the day.

"Nice view," she offered, her voice carrying a hint of detachment.

"Thanks," Wonwoo replied as he headed to the fridge. "Care for some water?"

Her head shook in a gentle decline, and she ventured further into the spacious penthouse. Wonwoo followed, his eyes never leaving her. There was a palpable change in her demeanour, an echo of a grand celebration that had given way to a profound stillness.

"The post-wedding blues," he mused, his voice a soft melody.

Y/N nodded, her gaze distant, as if searching for something lost in the past hours. She settled onto the plush couch, her fingers absentmindedly playing with her earrings.

"Why do I feel like your father hates me a little now? Wonwoo inquired, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"After the stunt you pulled today, any father ought to," she retorted, her tone laced with challenge.

Wonwoo, taken aback by her directness, cleared his throat. Y/N's audacity both intrigued and amused him.

"Well," he continued, "it was an emergency''. He couldn't help but feel a sting of guilt.

"Hmm," Y/N hummed, her gaze fixed on her earrings. "I know you're going to maintain your vices, but didn't I tell you to do a better job at hiding them?"

Wonwoo's silence was his confession.

Their eyes locked in a brief, challenging exchange that made Wonwoo realise why she was so respected in her field. She was a force to be reckoned with, a fact he had always found exhilarating.

Fiddling with her earrings again, she cleared her throat. "Wonwoo..."

"Pardon, what did you say?" he asked, momentarily caught in his thoughts.

"Room. Where is my room? I want to rest; my legs are killing me."

He was quick to respond, his voice gentle. "Ah, right. The master bedroom is the left door from straight."

"You didn't have to give me the master bedroom. We would've moved to Serene Villa by the end of next month after we brought Noel here."

The room seemed to hang in silence as he mulled over her words, the implications of what she'd said sinking in.

"Right? So where is your room?"

"Where yours is."

The confusion was clear in her eyes as she sought clarification.

"Pardon, what did you say?"

"My room is where your room is. I forgot to inform the staff to clean up the home gym."

"Home gym?"

"Yeah, the home gym used to be the guestroom."

"So?"

"So, you have to either sleep on the couch or you can take the bedroom. But don't worry; I'll sleep on the couch. You can take the room."

"Of course, I will take the bedroom, Wonwoo. You have this huge house, and you couldn't manage to clear out one room for me? That too, for just one week before we leave for Zurich... unbelievable."

He removed his blazer and started unbuttoning his sleeves, as if the act of undressing would ease his fatigue. "Listen, two weeks ago, I didn't even think that I'd get married, okay? I said you could take the bedroom. What's the big deal? And what's your family's obsession with words whose literal meaning is tranquilly?"

"What's your family's obsession with naming their projects after plants?"

"It's been seven hours since we got married, and you're already coming after families."

"Well, you started it."

"Y/n, I am tired, okay? And I'm pretty sure you are too. I'll call Alexandria to clear up the room tomorrow. So please, you can freshen up and rest in my room. Or is it that you're afraid to sleep alone?" 

You sighed, your shoulders drooping as you got up from the couch. He nonchalantly placed his blazer on the counter and took a sip from the cold bottle.

He paused, a mischievous spark in his eyes, and continued, "Well, technically, it's our room now. I can even hold your hand until you fall asleep."

You didn't have the energy to entertain his playful banter. With a weary expression, you turned and headed towards the bedroom.

"Wow, not even an offer to let me sleep on the bedroom couch? He teased.

You stopped abruptly, irritation bubbling up within you. "You have 17 housing societies and 6 hotels across the country. I'm pretty sure there's a bed available somewhere in your vast empire. If not, you can always return to the hotel where you took your little drunk, Mrs. Shoddy NDA."

A sly grin tugged at the corners of Wonwoo's lips. "It's quite a unique wedding night when the wife suggests her husband sleep elsewhere. If anything, I smell a little jealousy."

"Fuck off, will you?" She retorted and slammed the bedroom door with a resounding thud.

"Asshole," she muttered behind the closed door. 

The exchange left him feeling like he had just been painted with a scorching stroke of her fire, leaving his senses tingling and his ears ablaze with her presence.

...

In the hushed serenity of the midnight hour, you emerged from Wonwoo's adjoined bathroom, wrapped in one of his bathrobes. There was a subtle irony in the fact that he hadn't even bothered to ask the housekeeper to unpack your suitcase. His room spoke volumes about him, a blend of textures and shades, with its textured black wall adorned with a round mirror that emitted a soft, captivating glow from the lights behind it. The room's centrepiece was the bed, perfectly centred on an oak platform, with a grey round carpet resting beneath it.

The room was a harmonious blend of white and wood tones, creating an atmosphere that felt distinctly Wonwoo. On the left wall, two captivating paintings added depth and character, while the bathroom on the right continued the motif of black and white with impeccable finesse. 

As you walked into the bathroom, you couldn't help but admire its sleek design. The colour scheme of black and white continued here, creating a sense of modern elegance. The bathtub beckoned invitingly, promising moments of relaxation and contemplation. Large mirrors adorned the walls, reflecting your image from multiple angles.

The shower was enclosed in glass, giving it an open and airy feel. A smooth marble slab inside the shower caught your attention, and though you couldn't fathom why someone would want to sit in the shower, and you are being honest with yourself, you don't want to think about it either.

Every detail of this room, just like the man who occupied it, was a meticulously chosen piece of artistry. It felt as if you had stepped into his sanctuary, a place where every element was thoughtfully curated to create an atmosphere of serenity and sophistication.

The scent of his products lingered in the air, a reminder that this was indeed his domain. You could almost imagine him here, surrounded by the luxuries he had chosen for himself. Standing there in his bathroom, wrapped in his robe, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. The room was a reflection of the man you had just married, and though it was foreign territory for now, you wondered how much of yourself you would eventually weave into this beautifully crafted space.

..

Your hair cascaded gently on the silk pillow, and while the bed was unfamiliar, it cradled you with a comfort you couldn't deny. The scent of Wonwoo, as if woven into the very fabric of the sheets, enveloped you. As you closed your eyes, the events of the day replayed in your mind.

Surrounded by your chatty cousin and aunt, talk swirled around your cousin's upcoming nuptials in Paris. Across the room, at the other end of the dining hall, stood Wonwoo, a glass of white wine in hand. The glint of the engagement ring you had given him caught your eye as he conversed with Chan and one of his cousins by the bar. Rachel, your trusted aide, appeared at your side and whispered discreetly, "I think you should see this."

You excused yourself from the table and joined Rachel on the balcony, where Wonwoo overheard your conversation with Rema when his family came for dinner. He was still within your peripheral vision, and as Rachel brought out her tablet and displayed pictures of Wonwoo carrying Eleanor into his hotel, you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. 

You handed the tablet back to Rachel with a firm command: "Kill these pictures; make sure no one can get their hands on them."

"Yes, boss," she replied, and you returned to your seat at the head of the table, doing your best to mask the turmoil brewing within you. You ignored the puzzled gazes that were beginning to notice your intense demeanor, as if they could sense that something was amiss. Wonwoo seemed like he was about to approach you, but his father intercepted him, leading him away from the party to have a private conversation in the library.

You clenched your eyes shut, trying to suppress the unsettling emotions that threatened to surface. You reminded yourself that loyalty from Wonwoo was something he didn't owe you, except in the context of your business partnership and Noel's adoption. The weariness finally overcame you, and you drifted into an uneasy sleep, your restless thoughts still churning beneath the surface. 

As you were on the verge of succumbing to slumber, the sharp ring of your phone pierced through the silence of the room.

...

It was a mere five minutes away from 3 a.m. when a distant voice called out to Wonwoo. Exhausted from the long day, sleep had come easily to him. Wonwoo was accustomed to living alone and even preferred it. At the age of 14, he had moved to London to study at St. Augustine Boarding School for Boys. Though he hadn't seen you since you entered his room, he was vaguely aware of your presence in his house. It provided him with a respite from his otherwise hectic and crowded life.

Before drifting off to sleep, his father's words in the Serenity Mansion library echoed in his mind. ''Y/N is important to us. I'm sure you don't want to wash your hands off that land. So, get your act together and make her fall—"

Suddenly, someone began shaking his body, calling his name.

"Wonwoo?"

''Wonwoo! Wake up!"

Startled, he jolted awake, momentarily disoriented about where he was and who was standing before him.

"Y/n," his voice hoarse from sleep and confusion, "what's wrong?"

You stood near the bed, your warm hand still resting on his forearm. He hadn't noticed his shirtless upper body. Your body language conveyed anxiety, as if something deeply disturbing had occurred. He adjusted his position, and you withdrew your hand, placing it by your side. He propped himself up with his hand behind his head and began to close his eyes again.

"Scared? Want me to hold your hand?"

"Will you shut up? I'm going to Switzerland."

This statement roused him fully.

"Why? Weren't we supposed to go next week?"

"We were, but Jeonghan called. He said that Noella's brother came to Noel's school. We don't know what he said to him, but he has had a high fever since last night and has been continuously calling my name. I have to leave."

You began to get dressed as Wonwoo followed you, still in a sleepy daze. 

"I've called Racheal since my pilot is on maternity leave. I'll head to the airport and book a flight. I know this is all—"

"Y/n, please, let me process this. You're leaving for Switzerland right now. Okay, but can't you wait it out? Kids fall sick all the time; maybe it's just a cold. If he gets better by the morning, then we can proceed according to the schedule."

"Wonwoo, that kid lost both of his parents at the age of five. You can't compare his mental state with every other kid, and I'm informing you that I am leaving."

You emerged from the bathroom with your hair pulled back in a ponytail and your phone ringing on the bed. You walked over to the walk-in wardrobe and pulled out your suitcase. You answered your phone.

"Okay, bring it to the airport. I'll meet you directly there."

"Who was it?" Wonwoo inquired.

"My driver."

"Listen, Wonwoo, I know this is really out of the blue, but I have to go. Noel needs me. I'll be in touch, okay? Just tell everyone that there was an urgent matter I had to attend to at the Switzerland branch. We'll discuss Oasis after all of this wraps up."

Wonwoo threw his head back and exhaled through his nose. "Y/n, it's almost 3 a.m. in the morning. I've only had half an hour of sleep, and people with cameras are always hounding us. Are you even thinking about how they'll twist this?"

"I know, and in all honesty, I don't care. I bet if it were you, then no one would even bat an eye. So—"

You put on your mask and walked out of the room with your suitcase in tow.

"I'll be in touch," you called out before the sound of the door closing echoed through the now-empty penthouse.

Wonwoo sat down on the bed, threw himself back, and rubbed his face with his hands as he groaned. Why is she so stubborn? He got up to search for his phone.

....

Since when did he start caring about what others think of me or us? You retorted sharply during your drive to the airport. As you were hurriedly confirming your ticket at the check-in counter for the fast lane, you realised that only economy seats were available. With a resigned sigh, you took one. deciding that it was the best option under the circumstances. As you worked on your laptop, the announcement for boarding began.

The gate was on the verge of closing when you felt someone take the seat next to you. Glancing up, you were surprised to see Wonwoo. Raising an eyebrow, you inquired, "What are you doing here?"

He replied, "It would be very unbecoming if I let my wife leave in less than 24 hours of our wedding ."

Your thoughts from earlier hung in the air, and you muttered, "Didn't think you gave a damn about what others think.'' Wonwoo's expression darkened at your comment, realising that he might have overreacted.

Throughout the flight, both of you worked on your laptops, immersed in your own worlds. The constant drone of the plane's engines made you drowsy, and you eventually dozed off. Wonwoo, however, found it impossible to sleep on flights, especially in the cramped economy seats.

He glanced at you, your head resting on his shoulder as you slept soundly. He noticed the long, delicate lashes framing your closed eyes, and a soft smile crept onto his lips.

An older woman seated on the other side of him leaned over and struck up a conversation. "Is she your wife?"

Wonwoo nodded. "We got married today, or, shall I say, yesterday."

The woman smiled warmly and congratulated him. "She is very pretty."

Wonwoo couldn't help but agree with a smile of his own. "I know." He went back to his laptop, adjusting your head gently on his shoulder. As the plane soared through the night sky. 

....

....

The sun hung high in the sky as you and Wonwoo stepped off the plane, greeted by the crisp air of Switzerland. You glanced at him, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. "I hope you brought sweaters."

Wonwoo chuckled, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "It's not my first time here, you know. I've been here thrice."

"Good for you," you replied, your tone light, as you led the way towards the awaiting car. "Our car is over there."

Victor, your lawyer and good friend who takes care of matters in your Switzerland branch, stood by the car, his tall frame and salt-and-pepper hair making him a striking figure. Rema, your attorney, would be working closely with him on this case.

As you introduced Victor to Wonwoo, his eyes widened slightly in recognition. "Well, Jeonghan is not going to like this."

"Jeonghan?" Wonwoo inquired, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"He's Noel's Godfather," Victor explained, his expression revealing a sense of intrigue.

Wonwoo couldn't help but wonder why Jeonghan's reaction to your marriage seemed significant. Did he hold feelings for you, or was there something else that would make him react strongly to this news?

With Victor now aware of Wonwoo's identity and the potential implications, you all piled into the car. The drive through the city of Zurich was breathtaking, with picturesque streets and stunning architecture passing by.

During the journey, Wonwoo couldn't help but ponder Victor's cryptic comment about Jeonghan. He turned to you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Jeonghan, huh? Is there something you're not telling me about this Godfather?"

You leaned back in your seat, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Oh, you know, just a bit of friendly rivalry. He's probably just upset that he didn't get an invite to our whirlwind wedding."

''JJ hates staying out of the loop'' Victor added from the front seat.

You chuckled, "Well, it's not like we had a choice with that one. But we'll have to make it up to him somehow, as i come bearing gifts."

As the car continued its journey through the streets of Zurich, you couldn't help but wonder if Jeonghan's reaction would be the only surprise waiting for you in Switzerland.

...

Victor's sleek BMW glided to a stop on the cobblestone driveway, nestled in one of the quieter, less touristy corners - Enge. You tumbled out of the car with Wonwoo and Victor following suit, suitcases in tow. You approached the front cerulean door and swung it open, entering Jeonghan's and Victor's home. The decor was a whimsical blend of colours and styles, with a baby blue Persian rug that flirted with salmon-white walls. A light grey couch adorned with metallic golden accents sat regally in the centre of the room.

Jeonghan, perched cross-legged with a magazine in his lap and a coffee mug in hand, sensed your approach. He abandoned his reading material and cup, rushing over to envelop you in a bear hug, which you reciprocated wholeheartedly.

"JJ!" you exclaimed, your voice muffled by his shoulder.

He drew back, holding your shoulders, to examine you. "Good Lord, girl, were you on a sleep strike for the last two weeks?"

"Something like that," you replied, undoing your scarf. "How's Noel?"

"Well, the fever's still hanging around, but he's asleep now after the doctor gave him an injection.''

"Any idea why Nikolai was there?"

He shrugged. "I didn't get a chance to ask. The teachers just told me..."

His eyes wandered past you and locked onto Wonwoo, who had just entered the house. Jeonghan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but voice his curiosity.

"Who's that hunk?"

"Who?" you turned, and then back to Jeonghan. "Oh, that's... that's Wonwoo."

"Your new assistant?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "No, he's my husband."

"YOUR WHAT?!" Jeonghan's exclamation could have shattered glass with its sheer volume. "YOU GOT MARRIED AND DIDN'T TELL ME? I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS--''

"Jeonghan, calm down," you coaxed, leading him to the couch. "I know this may come as a shock to you."

"Ya bet," he huffed, settling onto the couch.

Wonwoo entered the house, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. You signalled him to come closer.

"JJ, this is Jeon Wonwoo—my, my husband. And Wonwoo, this is Jeonghan, my best friend and Noel's godfather."

Wonwoo extended his hand for a handshake, which Jeonghan eyed sceptically before reluctantly accepting. "Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you."

Jeonghan just nodded in acknowledgment, folding his arms. “Nice to meet you too, and i heard nothing about you.’’He couldn't hold back his curiosity, though.

"How long have you two been together?"

"Oh, we met—"

"A year!" You cut Wonwoo off, your voice brimming with faux enthusiasm.

Jeonghan eyed you suspiciously before stating, "Why the sudden wedding? Are you pregnant?"

"Yes! And they're quadruplets," you replied sarcastically, a playful tone in your voice.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. "You think you funny, huh?''

"Ya, I'm the funniest."

"You didn't—wait, how can you date for a year when you were here all the time—" Before you could respond, Jeonghan connected the dots himself. "Ah, so this is the reason why you went back home every two weeks, every alternate month."

"Hmm," you and Wonwoo exchanged amused glances he's so far from the truth, exhaustion showing on both your faces.

"I have a few questions..."

"And we'll answer them later, Dad. But first, I want to see Noel. Can you show Wonwoo the guest room? We haven't had a chance to rest since the wedding yesterday."

"YOU GOT MARRIED YESTERDAY?" You hurried off to find Noel, leaving a flabbergasted Jeonghan in your wake.

You turned the doorknob, granting access to Noel's room. The iron-man-themed décor caught your eye, with figurines strewn about the floor and notebooks scattered on his study table. You made your way to his bedside and gently began caressing his forehead. His cheeks were still warm and flushed, and he took short, pouted breaths in his slumber. The effect of the injection appeared to be wearing off as he stirred from his sleep.

"Tante," he asked, as if you were a mere hallucination.

"Hi, baby boy."

"How are you here?"

"How can I not be? When my baby calls for me, I must show up. Is that even a question?"

You were about to hug him when you remembered you were still in your airport clothes. "It's alright, bud. You can go back to sleep."

He tightly grasped your hand, his voice tinged with worry. "What if I wake up and you're not here?"

"Then pinch yourself awake from that bad dream and find me. I'll always be there."

He brought your hand to his chest, finding solace in your presence as he dozed off again. You reached for the intercom near the side table, and after a few minutes, there was a polite knock at the door.

"Enter."

A woman in her mid-40s, her auburn hair neatly tucked into a low bun, entered the room. Her sturdy build and professional demeanour spoke of competence.

"Hello, Leila."

"Good afternoon, Ma'am."

"How have you been?"

"Good."

"That's nice. Get me some cold water and two towels. I'll wipe Noel's body and take out his fresh pajamas. Also, prepare some chicken soup with carrots and onions. Don't forget to toast the bread."

"Madam, leave it to me. I'll take care of Little Master. You must be tired after such a long flight."

"It's alright, Leila. Just do as you're told. And send someone to clean my house, will you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She paused for a moment and then added, "Madam..."

"Hmm?" You responded without taking your eyes off Noel.

"I'm glad you're back early. Little Master missed you a lot. And congratulations on your wedding."

You met her gaze briefly, your expression softening, before turning your attention back to Noel and nodding in acknowledgement of her words.

After feeding Noel, you made your way to the living room, where Leila informed you that Victor had returned to his office, and Jeonghan was engrossed in his study, presumably giving an online lecture. With Noel still recovering, it wouldn't be right to move him, so you and Wonwoo would be staying in the guestroom for the night.

In the guestroom, you sat down on a seater near the dresser, your feet perched on a small table, your fingers pinching your forehead in thought. You could hear the shower running nearby. Closing your eyes, you tried to relax.

The door opened, and a body emerged from it. Wonwoo stood before you, wrapped in nothing but a towel cinched around his waist and another draped over his shoulders. Little droplets cascaded down his hair and chest as he walked towards you.

"You're here," he remarked.

"Yeah," you replied without opening your eyes.

"I thought you'd sleep somewhere else."

"Can't do. Victor and Jeonghan have no idea about the real motive of this marriage."

"I figured as much.'' Wonwoo turned his back to you, preparing to change into fresh clothes. 

You opened your eyes, discreetly analysing the muscles of his back. "So, he works out, huh? Not bad."

"I can feel you ogling."

''Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I didn't say I mind."

You responded with a nonchalant "hmm" and made your way to the bathroom.

"Do you not feel awkward after seeing my body?" Wonwoo called after you.

"Why should I feel awkward? You showed me your body."

"You have a response to everything, don't you?"

"Yes, that's how conversations usually go. If you want to eat something, there's an intercom near the side table on the right-hand side. Leila will bring it."

"Nah, I want to sleep. I haven't slept a wink since yesterday."

"Okay," you said and shut the bathroom door behind you. The bathroom still held the warmth from Wonwoo's shower. You quickly shed your clothes and stepped under the hot water, the sensation easing the knots and tensions in your body. In the midst of it, you couldn't help but wonder, "Why am I always so at ease in his presence?"

By the time you finished your shower, your body felt relaxed, but fatigue had finally caught up with you. You found Wonwoo sleeping curled up on the left corner of the spacious bed. Since it was a king-sized bed, you arranged the pillows in the middle and lay down on the right side without overthinking it. As you rested your head on the pillow, all conscious thought faded away, and sleep enveloped you.

....

The sudden slam of the door startled you, making you stir slightly. You felt a warm breath on your neck and a gentle weight on your waist. Just as you were falling back to sleep, someone hopped onto your bed, jolting you awake. Wonwoo's nose nuzzled into the back of your head, and his arms wrapped around your waist. Where did the pillow go? You didn't get a chance to wonder further when Noel sat on your stomach.

"Oomph, El," you grunted.

The sound of hurried steps echoed in the room, and Jeonghan's voice followed, "El, you shouldn't barge into a couple's room like that. You'll be traumatised for life."

He entered the doorway with his eyes tightly shut. "Aren't you an eloquent speaker, JJ?''you retorted.

"Are you both decent?" he asked cautiously.

Wonwoo groaned and moved his hand away from you, turning to his side and still sleeping. You were busy glaring at Jeonghan for the untimely intrusion when you noticed Noel staring down at the man's shirtless back. You patted Noel's thigh to get his attention, and he turned to you, asking in French

"Who is he?"

"He is my husband and your uncle."

"But I already have an uncle!"

"Who?" you asked, confused. A glance passed between you and Jeonghan, who stood by the door.

"He came to my school and said that he is my mama's brother, and he will take me to his house, where he lives with my grandpa."

"So what did you say?"

"I said I wanted to live with you."

A warmth spread in your heart as Noel laid down on your chest, hugging you. He continued, "But he said you won't want to live with me when you get married and have a family of your own."

Every ounce of drowsiness left your body, replaced by slow-building fury. "That would never happen," you assured him, rubbing his back as you gazed up at the ceiling.

"If you're awake, dinner's ready. Come and eat it, El. Let's go," Jeonghan said, his voice low and tinged with worry.

You looked at Jeonghan and nodded. Turning your face, you kissed Noel on the back of the head. As you did, you met Wonwoo's eyes, looking deeply at you with his tousled hair. He was still lying on his stomach, but his head was turned towards you, and your heartbeat quickened.

Before you could say anything, his phone blared, and he turned to pick it up. "Yes, Chan," he answered, his voice hoarse. You got up, carrying Noel in your arms, and left the room, the unresolved tension lingering in the air.

....

It had been a week since the two of you arrived in Zurich. After that eventful dinner, you, Wonwoo, and Noel went to your house across the street. Since Leila was your housekeeper, she took care of cleaning and occasionally cooked for Jeonghan, who preferred to cook for himself and Victor. That dinner had been quite a grilling session for Wonwoo. He found himself caught in the crossfire, with Noel and Jeonghan bombarding him with questions. The poor man had been munching on his lettuce like an innocent sheep, occasionally answering their inquiries. You and Victor exchanged empathetic glances at each other and at Wonwoo.

The next three days had been a blur, with both of you barely meeting each other. You were busy with work and meetings in your Switzerland office, while he worked from your home office. One evening, as you both sat down to eat together, he broached the topic.

"I know you said we'd deal with Oasis once all this wraps up, but I was thinking of holding an investors meeting on Saturday."

"I don't think so," you replied, leaning back and taking a sip of your drink.

"Why?" He asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"I think holding an investor meeting face-to-face would be better," you explained. "Rich people have no lack of money to burn, but they do give preference to sincerity. If we both host a dinner at our new home and show them our sincerity towards the project and somewhat toward each other, don't you think that would be more beneficial?"

You paused, waiting for his response, and then added, "Isn't that also the reason you got married? To improve your reputation and win more investors for your new project in Kyoto?"

He nodded thoughtfully and raised an eyebrow. "I guess there's nothing wrong with that. Well, then, I'll inform Chan to arrange a meeting with the architects."

"Hmm," you said, nodding in agreement, and went back to your food.

It was the night before the trial. You were reading Noel a bedtime story about a wise old owl, an owl who listened to individuals and their problems. By the time you reached the second chapter, Noel was already asleep. Kissing his forehead, you left the room and noticed the lights were still on in the study. You assumed Wonwoo was working late again. Your impromptu change of plans had put a strain on his work-life due to different time zones, making you feel a little guilty. But then again, it was his choice to come here.

Rema had arrived that morning and was now sleeping in the room that Wonwoo used to occupy. Tonight, he'd be sleeping in your room. You had offered to take the couch, but he insisted otherwise. 

You were done with your nighttime routine when you exited the ensuite bathroom and saw Wonwoo standing on the balcony, smoking a cigarette and talking on his phone.

He noticed your movement from the corner of his eye but continued speaking into the phone, "What's the point of living in one of the most secure and luxurious apartments in the country if you all can't even keep a woman from trespassing?"

He pressed his thumb against his forehead, the cigarette burning. "Well then, take care of it, Chan."

He ended the call and put the phone in the pocket of his relaxed trousers.

"Hello there, stranger," you greeted him.

"Hi," he replied, puffing out a plume of smoke.

You sat on the dresser to brush your hair, and he continued to gaze down at the park, visible from your balcony.

"Did work end early?" you asked.

He huffed a smile and said, "Does it ever end?"

You picked up your lotion and started applying it to your arms. You shook your head in denial and commented, "Tomorrow's going to be a long day. Since we've applied for the fast-track court, the hearing won't take long. I just hope—"

You took a breath and continued, "I just hope we get this over with and get Noel away from these people."

You felt a comforting hand on your shoulder, and when you looked up in the mirror, you met Wonwoo's eyes. His voice softened as he reassured you, "Don't worry. You've worked hard, and nobody can take Noel away from you."

You smiled back. "I hope so."

He nodded and made his way to the bathroom.

"Wonwoo," you called out, making him stop in his tracks. "What's wrong?"

He sighed, retracing his steps and sitting on the bed. Your eyes met in the mirror as he began, "Eleanor, Tresspassed, and trashed the apartment''

''And no one did anything?'' you asked, shock evident on your face.

''Well, she is the wife of politician Lee Joonsuk; only a man with a death wish would touch her''

''I didn't know you were suicidal, wonwoo''

''Look at you and your elite sense of humour. I meant in the legal sense.'' You nodded in understanding, but the curiosity got the better of you, and you asked, ''Whats her story?'' His head shot up, and he looked at you intently for a minute, then began to share his love story—how he had met Eleanor in college in London. She came from a poor family but aspired to have a career in politics. After working under Lee Joonsuk's party, she had drawn his keen interest, and before he knew it, he was returning from his grandmother's funeral to hear that his girlfriend was marrying into one of the most powerful conglomerate families.

For a few years, it seemed nice for her, but the spark eventually faded. Their marriage had turned into just another one in society. However, neither of them could leave—their marriage served her political career, and his wealth had no end.

"So, what does she want from you?" you asked.

He smiled ruefully. "Attention."

You had no words, but Wonwoo tilted his head and said, "Wow, I never talk about these things with Chan, and he's with me 22/7."

"22/7?" you inquired, confused.

"Yes, two hours for sleep," he explained, making both of you laugh.

"Well, I am the old, wise owl; people like talking to me."

He hummed and made his way to the bathroom.

....

The drive to the court was far from easy for you. Jeonghan, Victor, Rema, and you were all packed into one car, with Leila, Noel, and Wonwoo in another. Rema and Victor discussed and exchanged pointers, trying to keep the atmosphere as calm as possible. Jeonghan held your hand, providing a comforting presence as the tension mounted.

Finally, when your number was called, Leila and Noel were escorted to the witness room while the four of you entered the courtroom. Rema and Victor took their seats on the right, while the Bulavias occupied the left side. As the judge announced, "Case Number 432: Custody of Noel Hong, L/N vs. Bulavia," a wave of anticipation washed over the room.

Your eyes met Nikolai Bulavia's, a man with platinum blonde hair, a family crest ring, a sharp jawline, and a strong build. He looked at you with those same unsettling eyes that resembled Noella's. A sneer crept onto his face as he observed you, then he shifted his gaze to Wonwoo. You were determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd gotten under your skin, so you looked away.

Wonwoo, who had been busy typing on his phone, leaned in and whispered, "Don't worry, we've got this."

His warm hand rested above your knee, offering you the reassurance you needed in this nerve-wracking moment.

Judge Andrew's, a man in his 60s with a strenuous personality and gravel voice, commanded,  ''Order in the court!''

The room fell into silence as the judge called for order. You sat nervously, flanked by Rema and Victor on one side and the Bulavias on the other.

Bulavia's Attorney stood up and walked in the centre of the room and began addressing the judge, ''Your Honour, we'd like to begin by stating that the existence of the child in question was deliberately kept hidden from the Bulavia family. We were not informed about Noel's existence until recently.

Rema, following the suit, countered, ''Your Honour, if I may, the decision to keep Noel away from the Bulavias was based on the explicit wishes of his deceased parents. They wanted to ensure that Noel was never exposed to the Bulavia family.''

Judge Andrews nodded and said, ''Let's proceed, please.''

Bulavia Attorney added, ''Furthermore, Your Honour, we'd like to argue that Ms. [Your Last Name] has an unstable lifestyle. She's constantly on the move between her home country and here, neglecting to be a constant figure in Noel's life and leaving him at the care of her friends and house help, and it appears that she only wants Noel because of the substantial property and shares left in his name by his deceased mother.

Rema, walking closer to the judge's stand, said, '' Your honour, that's simply not true. My client has always had Noel's best interests at heart. She is a renown businesswoman who travels due to work. The properties and shares were entrusted to him, and she's been managing them responsibly.''

Bulavia Attorney countered, ''Your Honour, we have reason to believe that Ms. [Your Last Name]'s intentions are not as noble as she claims. We request that these financial assets be temporarily placed under the Bulavia family's supervision until this matter is settled.''

'' Your honour, we vehemently oppose this request. It is clear that Noel's life was under threat from the Bulavia family. We have evidence to support this claim.''

Bulavia Attorney, who was quiet confident, is now left perplexed at this new revelation: ''Evidence? What evidence?''

Rema is standing, holding a folder. ''Your Honour, we have obtained CCTV footage from 2016 showing Mr. Nikolai Bulavia getting out of his car with a baseball bat. We also have medical records and photographs that depict the violence Mr. Nikolai Bulavia inflicted upon Noel's late parents. He even attacked Joshua, Noel's father, upon learning of his sister's pregnancy.''

The Bulavia attorney was now taken aback. ''Your honour, those incidents were isolated, and Mr. Bulavia deeply regrets his actions. But that doesn't justify Ms. [Your Last Name]'s decision to keep the child hidden from us.''

When Rema further added, "Your Honour, it's clear that the Bulavia family's violent history posed a threat to Noel's safety. We argue that his parents' decision to keep him away from this environment was justified.''

The courtroom buzzed with tension as both sides presented their arguments. The judge listened carefully, fully aware that this was a critical decision that would shape young Noel's future.

After a thoughtful pause, Judge Andrews began his verdict: ''I've reviewed the presented evidence and heard both sides of the argument. It is clear that there was a history of violence and danger to the child's life from the Bulavia family. While these incidents may have been isolated, Noel Hong's safety and well-being are paramount in this case.''

''Your honour, we assure you that we can provide a safe and nurturing environment for the child.''

Judge Andrews firmly cut Bulavia's attorney off. ''Nevertheless, the evidence presented suggests that the child's life was at risk in your presence. Therefore, the court rules in favour of Ms. [Your Last Name] retaining custody of Noel Hong. Furthermore, the financial assets will remain under her supervision.''

The Bulavias appeared crestfallen, while you and your legal team shared a collective sigh of relief.

The judge continues, ''I will also issue a restraining order against Mr. Nikolai Bulavia, ensuring he maintains a safe distance from the child and Ms. [Your Last Name].''

Rema, who was now standing next to you, whispered, ''We did it, Y/N.''

You nodded, tears of relief brimming in your eyes. Wonwoo, who had been a pillar of support throughout the trial, gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Wonwoo leaned to whisper, ''I told you we'd get through this.''

''The court finds in Favour of the petitioner, Y/N L/N, for the adoption of Noel Hong''

A wave of relief washed over you as you heard the judge's words. It was official. Noel was yours, and he was safe from the Bulavia family's influence.

Judge Andrew looks at you and Wonwoo and says, ''It is the court's hope that Noel Hong will now be provided with a loving and stable environment where he can thrive and grow.''

You nodded, tears of joy and gratitude filling your eyes. Wonwoo squeezed your hand, sharing in your overwhelming emotions.

And concluded, ''Congratulations, Mrs. L/N and Mr. Jeon. The court approves the adoption of Noel Hong by Y/N L/N, and we wish your family all the best for the future''

As you rushed into the witness room after the court's decision, your heart swelled with an overwhelming mix of emotions. There, sitting in the midst of this legal battle, was the small figure of Noel, your precious little boy. You spread your arms wide, your eyes welling up with tears of joy, and Noel immediately sensed the invitation. With a wide smile on his face, he practically leaped into your arms.

You held him close, feeling the warmth of his little body against yours, his heartbeat in sync with your own. In that moment, as you held Noel, you realized something profound. It wasn't just the fact that he was Joshua's son or Noella's child that made you love him so deeply. It was simply Noel, a bright and beautiful soul who had come into your life and filled it with an extraordinary kind of love.

As you hugged him tightly, you whispered softly into his ear, "I told you, Noel, no one can ever take you away from Tante." Your voice carried all the love and reassurance that a child could ever need, and Noel, with his small arms wrapped around you, knew that he was home, safe and cherished in your embrace.

As Wonwoo watched you holding Noel, something profound and deeply touching happened within him. He felt a crack forming in the walls he had built around his heart, a wall that had been constructed over years of self-preservation and ambition. In that moment, as he witnessed the pure and selfless love you had for Noel, he realized the depth of your character.

Beneath the surface of the successful and driven persona he had seen before, there was a person who was genuinely selfless. It wasn't just about protecting Noel for the sake of his inheritance or securing a business deal; it was about providing love, care, and a safe haven for a child who needed it.

This realization shook him to his core. It was as if he had stumbled upon a hidden treasure, a quality in you that he had never fully appreciated before. In that moment, Wonwoo couldn't help but admire and respect you even more. He knew he had witnessed something extraordinary and rare – an act of pure, selfless love that had the power to touch and transform the hearts of those who were lucky enough to witness it.

.....

The night was slowly settling in as Victor drove Rema to the airport. It left just you, Noel, and a dimly lit street outside the restaurant where you had dinner. As Wonwoo and Jeonghan settled the bill inside you stood there, a familiar figure started approaching, and your heart sank.

"Which part of the restraining order did you not understand, Nikolia?" you spat out, your voice laced with irritation.

A devilish smirk played on Nikolia's lips as he responded, "Unclench your claws, kitten. I'm just here to talk."

You crossed your arms defensively. "I never cared for the child, but to think that this little kimchi pest will be sitting on 3 billion worth of property is not sitting right with me."

"Then sleep on it; you'll get used to it," you retorted, trying to mask your unease.

Nikolia laughed and raised his finger as if to push your hair away from your face, but before he could, Noel clung to your leg, visibly frightened. You warned, "Don't you dare touch me, Nikolia."

His eyes flared with anger, and he hissed, "That's not what you were saying that night 8 years ago."

You smirked, your words dripping with contempt, "Hmm, I wish I did. Then again, how would I know what faking an orgasm felt like?"

A fire blazed in Nikolia's eyes, but he didn't respond immediately. Instead, he mumbled, "Ah, Y/N, if only you'd given us a chance. You would've been his real aunt and the queen of my empire, not some little hotel man's wife."

You looked him up and down and said, "I'd rather eat glass than marry you. And don't even compare yourself to my husband, Nikolia. He has more spine than you can imagine. A person who kills his own sister, leaving his nephew an orphan, all for the sake of his fragile ego. So, get away and get lost, Nikolia. I don't want Noel anywhere near your shadow, let alone you."

Before Nikolia could respond, an arm wrapped around your waist, and Noel left your side, running to Jeonghan for safety. It was Wonwoo, exuding an aura of intimidation.

"I think my wife asked you to leave, Mr. Bulavia," he said calmly but firmly.

Nikolia glanced down at you, then up at Wonwoo, and then winked at Noel. "Don't get so worked up, Mr. Jeon. I was just having a conversation with an old friend."

You huffed, retorting, "We were never friends."

Nikolia backed away, smirking. "Whatever you say, princess. Whatever you say," he replied before finally turning and walking away into the night, 'This isn't over Y/N'' leaving you, Wonwoo, and Noel in a state of tense relief.

.....

As the time for your departure from Switzerland approached, the atmosphere was heavy with a mix of excitement and sadness. Jeonghan and Victor had come to drop you off at the airport, and there was something they wanted to share.

Once you had all settled in a quieter corner of the airport lounge, Jeonghan cleared his throat, exchanging a glance with Victor. It was clear they had something important to say.

"We have some news," Jeonghan began, his expression a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Victor and I are getting married soon."

You blinked in surprise, and then your shock transformed into a grin. "That's wonderful news! Congratulations!"

But then a thought crossed your mind, and you narrowed your eyes playfully at Jeonghan. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

He chuckled, his smile wide. "Well, you didn't tell us you were dating someone for a whole year!"

You rolled your eyes, but it was all in good humor. "Fair enough. Well, I'm genuinely happy for both of you."

Jeonghan turned his attention to Wonwoo, who was standing beside you. "Take good care of her and my godson, alright?"

Wonwoo nodded, extending his hand to Jeonghan. "I will, don't you worry."

Jeonghan gave Wonwoo a firm handshake before turning to you. He pulled you into a warm hug and whispered, "He's a good guy, but if he acts up, you know who to call."

You nodded, feeling a lump in your throat, and then picked up Noel. Tears welled up in his eyes as he hugged Jeonghan tightly, realising that this might be the last time he saw his beloved uncle for a while.

There was a farewell filled with smiles and promises to visit each other soon. Finally, the three of you walked to Wonwoo's private jet, ready to fly back home, where new adventures await. Unbeknownst to you, the new revelation you're about to face.

....

Extra:

Wonwoo descended the stairs, feeling the pangs of thirst that late-night work often brought on. He noticed the refrigerator light flickering and remembered he had a late meeting to attend due to the troublesome time zone differences. As he made his way to the kitchen, he noticed Noel struggling to open a bottle.

Deciding to offer some assistance, Wonwoo approached the young boy. "Why are you up so late?" he inquired, causing Noel to jump slightly.

"I could ask you the same," Noel retorted.

Wonwoo chuckled softly. "Touché. Well, I was working. But wait, I don't need to explain myself to you."

Noel, still wrestling with the stubborn bottle cap, retorted, "Neither do I."

Seeing Noel's struggle, Wonwoo carefully lifted him onto a stool and took the bottle. After successfully opening it, he decided to pour himself a cup of coffee and sat down beside the young boy.

Noel looked at him and curiously asked, "Why are you sleeping in the guest bedroom? Don't married people sleep together?"

A sly grin tugged at Wonwoo's lips. "Aren't you seven?" he retorted, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the clever preception.

Noel added with a hint of playfulness, "I may be seven, but I'm not an idiot. I know things because Mama and Appa used to sleep in the same room."

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Noel's insight. "Well, I work late at night, and your Tante is an early bird."

Noel nodded knowingly. "Yeah, she does like to sleep a lot."

Curiosity getting the better of him, Wonwoo pressed further. "What else does your Tante like?"

Noel hopped down from the stool, discarded the plastic into the blue recycling bin, and started to amble away. He turned back briefly and quipped, "Again, I may be a kid, but I'm not an idiot to let you sweet-talk me into an investigation."

Wonwoo watched the boy walk away with a smile, finding Noel's wit and independence rather endearing. He sipped his coffee and mumbled to himself, "Like aunt, like kid."

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A/N: Thank you again for reading see you all again with a new chapter in October.

xx

msh

[iwashie]

˜”°•. Noel Noa as your S/O (18+).•°”˜ (gn!reader)

thinking about how he would be the perfect boyfriend.

The calm and understanding boyfriend would do anything for you.

The boyfriend who keeps the relationship private for your protection, but if you want to, he talks openly about you, eyes shining and a calm smile when telling that the relationship with you is the best he has ever had.

The boyfriend with few photos on social networks and gossip online about you two, but a lot of demonstration of his love for you.

Words of affirmation and quality of time are his love languages, but every once in a while, physical touch is appreciated.

Pet names like “sweetheart”, “honey”, “love”.

The boyfriend who isn’t clingy but is always around, subtle ways to remind you he loves you.

Boyfriend who always looks/ is tired but always has time for you.

Boyfriend who tries to do the things you like or makes you happy, because your smile is the most beautiful thing for him.

The boyfriend “daddy issues”.

The calm boyfriend x agitated partner; He prefers to listen to you talk about the most varied thing, to listen to your laughter. The black cat x golden retriever duo.

The boyfriend who is more homely and prefers dates made by you two; candlelit dinner, movie night, wine and cheese and deep conversations about whatever you want.

But he also likes to date in places that add something to the two of you; museums, theaters, book clubs. He would close the Louvre if he wanted to enjoy the arts, just the two of you, also book the whole restaurant to celebrate your birthday.

Romantic old-fashioned: various dates, expensive gifts, slow dances in the kitchen while cooking with you, introducing family and people important to him.

The boyfriend who loves you very much, but also understands that you need some alone time.

Always respect your time and your decisions!

Boyfriend who smiles when he sees you in the stands, wearing his shirt and at the end of the game, always calls you to the field, hugging you and kissing you as if you two haven’t done it in a long time.

Boyfriend who knows he can’t spend as much time with you so always sends gifts or makes up for it when he’s on vacation.

“My girlfriend this,” or “my boyfriend that,” and always “my partner.”

Boyfriend who makes a point of encouraging you to have independence. If you need him to pay for your studies,he pays, or, he would help you look for a job.

Boyfriend that “You can’t make all your life about me, love.” and “I need to be an addition and not the main part of your life.”

Boyfriend who is neither jealous nor possessive. He trusts you and has self-confidence. He is the best of the best.

Boyfriend who “wears whatever clothes you want”, “doesn’t need to change anything”.

Boyfriend who is not quarrelsome and solves things with conversation and always defends you.

“That person will answer in court, so don’t worry, dear.”

The boyfriend “Love in Portofino”.

Boyfriend who encourages your well-being and goes into couples therapy because he wants the best for both of you, always aiming to improve by your side.

Boyfriend who loves you with his whole body; tight hugs (an arm around your waist and a hand holding your head), calm and deep kisses, holding hands and head resting on top of yours.

Boyfriend who always makes calm and passionate sex. Hands entwined, sweaty bodies glued together, kisses to muffle the moans.

Boyfriend who has no favorite position, but loves you on top, prone bone and any position you two may be glued to.

Slow, seductive sex, deep thrusts, making you see stars and grab his body.

Boyfriend who is traditional, would like to have children, but respects your opinion on it.

Boyfriend who prefers cats to dogs and has adopted one with you, says that he is your son and would take care of all the animals you like with you.

Boyfriend who always looks for you in the crowd and smiles when he meets your gaze.

Boyfriend who would marry you in church, beach, notary’s office, heaven, hell, anywhere you wanted.

Boyfriend who “say yes to heaven”, “say yes to me”.

Boyfriend who would run away anywhere as long as you’re with him.

© 𝗂𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖾 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌

[natsvenom]

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[1800-rogers]

Missing Years (Chris Evans x F!Reader)

summary: chris's childhood best friend falls into a life of drugs

wc: 1.7k

inspired by oh noel by idkhow and i'm ok by call my karizma

content: mentions of drug use, mentions of self-harm, suicide, mentions of abuse, mentions of murder, funeral

title courtesy of one of my amazing friends who i let read this beforehand. ily <3

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He remembers it like it was yesterday. He was just a little boy, roughly twelve and a half when he first saw you. It was December 17, 1993 and you were spending that year’s Christmas with your grandparents, on your mother’s side. You never got to see them as much as you hoped as your father’s parents were a closer drive, but you had begged your parents to take you this year and they obliged. Your little eleven-year-old heart was filled with joy. It truly felt like a Christmas miracle. 

Your grandparents lived just up the block from Chris’ family, but not too far that it was out of sight from his own home. He and his mother had just gotten home from a quick trip to the grocery store when he saw your family’s 1986 Honda Civic pull up in the driveway. His curiosity had gotten to him and he couldn’t look away, especially when you got out of the back seat with the biggest smile on your face. He was sure it was love at first sight.

“Why don’t you go say hi?” His mother piped in, snapping Chris out of his trance. “She looks new, I doubt she knows any kids her age in the neighbourhood. Why don’t you go be the first?”

Immediately, he marched his way over to your grandparent’s house and knocked on the door, as you and your parents already made it inside. You opened the door, and you looked even prettier than you did from down the street. You were wearing a red, velvet dress with poofy sleeves and white lace around the waist, with matching white tights beneath. With a look of confusion on your face and before you could say anything, the little boy spoke, “Hi, I’m Chris!” He said smiling, his two front teeth missing. “I live just down the street and I’ve never seen you here before. I, well my mom, figured I should come and say hi. So I did! Wanna come over and play?” You just giggled softly and turned around to walk over to the dining room table where your family was chatting. You asked your parents, and they approved. It was the nineties, what was the worst that could happen?

For the next two weeks, you ran through the snow in the field of his school, and oh how felt like your pure little heart was in love. At the start of the second week, Chris had brought a mistletoe to the field and that was where you had your first kiss. The snow was gently falling, and it felt like heaven. You were the first person who really gave him a shot, and the first person he considered to be his friend.

Eventually, your family moved to Boston after the passing of your dad’s parents, meaning you got to see Chris more often. He was only a 30-minute drive from your place.

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After graduating from high school, you guys barely talked to each other. Chris went to NYU to pursue acting and you stayed in Boston with your parents. The long-distance made things difficult for you and you two just got distant from each other. He still sent you Christmas cards every year, but you never returned the favour. The reason was that things were getting difficult for you at home. Your parent’s marriage was falling apart, and sure, even though you were 18, it was still hard being in the middle of it. Your father became abusive and blamed it on you. You chose not to go to college, and he would constantly harass you for it. Your mother would always initiate an argument with him about this as it was your choice not to go and she supported your decision. But he would just smack her before you’d scurry off to your room. You were slowly falling apart

In 2003, your best friend hung herself in her apartment, and it absolutely tore you apart. You dove into a life of drugs.  Upon hearing this news from one of his friends, Chris chose to move back to Boston to find you and comfort you. By this time, communication between the two of you had been cut off. Letters stopped being sent, and phone calls stopped being received. He went to your home, but living there was just your father. Your mother had finally chosen to divorce him and he wouldn’t share your new address. You weren’t living with your mother anymore, as you moved in with some friends. They were just like you were. Broken. The house wasn’t the nicest of places and was basically a crack house, but you loved these people, and they shared the same sentiment. 

On occasion Chris would see you on the streets, and say hi, but you’d just say that you were busy and quickly rush off. One of these days, he forced you to stay.  You just didn’t look like yourself. He was worried about you. You were pale and petrified. You were snorting meth, and smoking crack on the daily and had been through rehab twice, graciously funded by your mother, who too was worried sick about you. She was begging for you to move back in with her, but you refused, and she didn’t force you to do so. That day when Chris made you talk, you broke down and he took you back to his car, where you broke down and told him everything.

He helped you get back on your feet,  and you were so grateful, but you were still depressed, even if you didn’t let it show. You had your own place, and having the comfort of living alone felt good.

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One Sunday night, you were surprised when you went over to his place to find him with a blade about to push deep into his wrists. You had looked through the window and saw him crying on the floor next to his dining room table. Worried sick, you grabbed the spare key from the flower pot on his porch and unlocked his front door. Immediately, you took that blade away from him and tossed it to the ground. He never told you what was wrong, but you just sat there holding him, and he swears you gave him life again. 

On December 25th, 2008, at 5:47 pm, your mother would be found dead in her living room. It was being broadcast on the news, as it was a murder and your father was the prime suspect. For the next many hours, you cried to Chris. It was unknown why he had waited this long, but that took over your thoughts. Around 12:31 in the morning, you snuck out of bed and went into Chris’ office to grab a razor blade and slit your wrist. You went to the bathroom and broke down once again as you tried to stop the bleeding. You didn’t know if you were happy or not that Chris didn’t hear you. He never found out about this.

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In 2010, the two of you drifted apart again. Chris isn’t one hundred percent on the reason, but he blames it on himself and the filming of Captain America. He wasn’t even sure what happened to you until 2011. He was in Sudbury spending the holidays with his family when the news started talking about a death that had just occurred.  He asked his mom to turn it up and then proceeded to hush everyone in the room.

“Police dispatch has just received a call from a distressed motel owner, claiming that they found a woman, who he presumed to be in her late 20s, dead in one of his rooms. Emergency services are on their way as we speak. Here’s Kelly Perez, who’s currently on the scene.” Kelly’s voice was drowned out by the sound of sirens ripping by the Evans household. He was so worried that it was you. When he checked his phone, he saw a missed call from you but before he could call back to see if you were okay, his brother Scott, nudged him to look back at the TV. Kelly was still speaking as a picture of you was placed on the screen. Chris had been to this motel before. It was cheap and dirty. Cockroaches were everywhere, and the owner was a creep. You’d stayed here with your friends before and you had told him about how he was flirting with you in such an uncomfortable way. He was talking about your tits and asses and how he would love to take you all at once. He couldn’t quite understand why you’d chosen to back.

“The cause of death was an overdose and police are suspecting it to have been a suicide. The victim was 29-year-old y/n  l/n. Within the next few days, police will be contacting her close ones.” That was one of, if not the hardest night of Chris’ life. He constantly wonders if you’d still be here if he had picked up your call.  He really wishes that he could’ve told you how much he loved you and that what you had as kids wasn’t just a fling. He had loved you from the start and you giving him a shot to be your friend meant a lot to him. He just wishes you could’ve known. You were probably the last person he was going to give his whole heart to.

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Your funeral was held a couple of weeks later in early January and burial the next day. He watched them lower your casket, as the pastor said you’d hurt no more. It was so tough for him. You’d been through so much and he wasn’t there for you enough. You fought most of your battles either alone or with people who were battling the same problems as you. His biggest regret was not picking up that phone. Once they had fully buried your casket, his mother asked if he was alright, and he told her, “I haven’t smiled very much today, but I’m okay. I’m okay. All these tears are diamonds on my face, and I’m okay. I’m okay.” His mother turned away and has everyone left, he just stood there, staring at your grave.

Every year, on the anniversary of when you met, he’d visit your grave and would always place a poppy. Not only to commemorate your life, but it was also red, just like your dress when you met for the first time.

[miamorpm]

i love her too much | noel fielding x f!reader!

you are julian's sister and have a secret relationship with noel. you would never tell julian about your relationship with noel because you think he would over react... and he did.

"you're so beautiful, y/n" noel said, lying on my chest. noel spend the night at my flat, we have a movie night and a takeaway and cuddled. i giggled, "noooo, you're beautiful". we had been going out for 4 months, behind my brothers back, he would freak if he found out.

he lay flat on his stomach with his head on my chest and looked up at me. his eyes are the most beautiful thing ever. "noel?" i said.

he looked at me, "yes love". i smiled, "i love you, baby". he grinned, "i love y-" just as he was about to finish his sentence, there was a knock at the door.

"y/n! it's me". all the colour drained from my face, it was julian. "fuck. stay here and don't make a sound, i'll get rid of him" i said, jumping out of bed and rushing to put shorts and an oversized jumper on. i walked to the door and opened it, "hey julian, what brings you by?"

"i was just in the area and wanted to check up on you for a bit, i need to go to julia's soon. is it okay if i come in, maybe a cuppa?" i nodded and invited him in.

he walked in the door and started walking into the kitchen but stopped. "eh, y/n?" he said. "yeah". he looked down at the floor, i stood beside him and looked down. on the ground was noel's silver chelsea boots.

"are they- are they noel's?" he asked, calmly. i didn't know what to say. "y/n, answer me" he raised his voice. i was frozen in the spot, i didn't know what to say. i just nodded. "he's still here, isn't he?" julian said, shouting. i started to tear up, he didn't care about that, he just continued to spiral. "y/n, i told you not to date him, i know what he's like and he won't treat you right". from the corner of my eye, i saw noel come out of my room. the floor creaked and julian turned around.

"i told you to stay away from her, i don't want to see her hurt" julian said, he was so angry. "i need to go, i can't be here right now" julian said, storming out of my flat. i couldn't help but cry. noel came over to me, "oh love, i'm sorry. he shouldn't have done that" noel held me in his arms till i stopped crying.

after an hour of being in noel's arms, i had stopped crying. "are you okay, my love?" i nodded, "i'm sorry, noel" i said, feeling guilty about what happened. "i don't want to ruin you and julian's friendship, i know how important it is to you and i would feel so guilty if yous stopped being friends" i said, starting to feel sad again. "nothing will happen, he's just being your older brother, i'm sure when he calms down, he will see that your happy with me. do you want to call him or invite him round later tonight to talk?" noel asked.

i shook my head, "no, i want him to come to me and apologise. i'm not letting him ruin this for me" i said.

time skip

there was a knock at the door, i kind of wanted it to be julian so he could apologise to me. i walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole, it was infact julian.

i opened the door, "y/n, we need to talk" i nodded and let him in. i offered him a seat next to noel and he sat down. "i'm sorry. i know i shouldn't have acted like that. i don't want you getting hurt, you don't deserve that" julian said. noel spoke up, "believe me when i say this, i would never hurt y/n, i love her too much" i smiled at noel's words.

julian smiled, "again, i'm sorry i overreacted. she deserves all the love in the world and i'm just scared that she will get hurt again. i trust you won't, noel" noel nodded. "i couldn't dream of it.

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thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed! love you and stay safe! x

[damonjuicyscock]

Playlist-Chapter 2: The magnificent seven

Pairing: 80's Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut (Virgin Noel and Virgin Reader, Loss of virginity, P in V sex, unprotected sex), language, mention of blood and wounds, maybe a few spelling mistakes but I hope not

Words: 4632

Summary: You and Noel are now misfit teens. Something happens in high school, you think Noel is being beaten by his father, and something that wasn't planned at all in your mind happens.

A/N: Heya ! Merry Late Christmas ! I'm late, my computer had a problem and I couldn't publish the chapter without it. This chapter might maybe shock some of you because there is CONSENSUAL smut between teenagers, and they're not underage ! I don't usually write this type of stuff because it makes me ill at ease, but this is part of the story so I had to deal with it the way I could. I recall that sexual majority and age of consent in the UK is 16 years old. In case I might have problems or maybe you doubt it, here's a link that will witness what I say : https://lawstuff.org.uk/police-and-law/age-of-consent/

I just hope you won't report this chapter, I took a lot of time writing it and it would spoil my work so if you're shocked I'd advice you to to skip it and not read it, but you might have missing elements for the rest so it's both my problem and not at all. As per usual... Enjoy !

“Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.! Move y'self to go again Cold water in the face Brings you back to this awful place Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too Must get up an' learn those rules Weather man and the crazy chief One says sun and one says sleet A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too Churning out that boogaloo Gets you up and gets you out But how long can you keep it up? Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony So cheap and real phony Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What? Don't stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Don't stop! Yeah! »

1982:

Teenage years came, the outsider era as well, Noel and I were now 15 years old. We still were neighbours and the best of friends, we were inseparable. Noel and I now had some male friends. He had stopped stammering. We were some kind of hooligans, and I wasn’t scared to fight with someone else if needed.

Most days, we were skipping high school to eat these famous “magic mushrooms”.

Noel was still in probation for what he did 4 months before. When he was still 14, he robbed a local store and was arrested. That’s when he decided to learn guitar.

We were punks, heading out every weekend without our parents knowing to go to gigs, and to go in fields to watch the stars and smoke pot, taking the cassette-radio with us to listen to The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd or even the Sex Pistols. I had the Cassettes and Noel had the Vinyls.

We never were at Noel’s place. He didn’t want me to meet his “dick of a father” as he said before. And to talk to each other when we weren’t together, we were using a chalk and a slate that we were showing to each other from our windows as these were one opposite the other.

He shared his room with Liam, who even though he was a kid, could be a real pain in the ass. Why? Because this little bastard, sometimes, when I was calling his brother with the help of my torch lamp, was the one answering by showing me his butt.

One day, the first separation came. We were in chemistry class, and oh, it went bad.

So what shit do we have to do today? I asked

Huh… We have to create a formula for the dilution of a chemical solution… I don’t know shit!

I don’t either. Chemistry is shit.

We agree on that.

Ready to make the classroom explode Noely?

Fuck yes, I don’t even understand why ye insisted on coming in chemistry class or even school!

But you followed me! I said, winking at him

Ye know I’d follow ye everywhere, cock. But still, why?

Just need some grades to go on our next year of high school, I don’t want to repeat a year, and my parents would kill me.

But ye suck at chemistry!

And so do you.

Well anyway, I just want ye to know that if ye do the wrong mix, I was happy to know yer fer 10 years me dear Y/N.

Shut the fuck up you fucker! I answered laughing and giving him a punch in the ribs

OUCH!

Miss Y/L/N, Mr Gallagher, do ye need some help? The teacher said when seeing us

Nah thank you mister, I can slap him alone.

And I can her make her think she’s going to make the classroom alone as well, thank ye. Noel added

Ye two should mind yer language and stop being cheeky before I send ye both to detention!

Yeah well, it won’t be the first nor the last time we will not be going because we ain’t got time for that shit. I murmured to Noel

Too right. We’re ghosts here. Kaboom?

Kaboom. I answered, a mischievous smile on my face

That’s when one of our classmates decided to be a complete idiot and throw a flour bomb at the teacher. The classmate right behind us.

And he thought it was Noel.

Gallagher! Out! To the director’s office! the teacher yelled at him

Why? I didn’t do it!

Yes sir! He didn’t do it!

Y/L/N, you want to join him?

No, but I swear!  It wasn’t Noel!

Shut up ye bitch! I heard behind me

What did you just called me fuck face? I threatened

Silence ! Y/L/N, yer going to detention!

Perfect! I’ll be coming at 28pm during the weekend of the 42 of Novembruary!

There’s nothing I could do. Noel got accompanied to the director’s office and I left the high school, waiting for Noel outside.

I saw him appear in front of me 2 hours later.

As Peggy was working at the high school’s canteen, she already knew everything.

So? A full month of detention and public apologies to the teacher or are you gonna be hanged on a public place?

I got expelled.

WHAT?!

Yeah.

No fucking way. Noely, I’m going to see the director and I’ll tell him I witnessed the scene and that it wasn’t you!

It’s too late Y/N… He won’t believe it. They know about what I did 4 months ago, the robbery. They needed a head of steam, they found one and anyway, I was fed up with school, so all the better.

But…What about me?

Don’t worry ‘bout that, we’ll keep seeing each other everyday.

Fuck, I’ll stop going to school as well and find myself a job.

No Y/N, don’t quit high school because I won’t be there anymore. Yer smart, much more than I am, obtain yer GCSE, do it fer me, please.

Okay…

I’ll find meself a job. But with me case, probably going to have to work with the other crap.

You mean…

Me father, yeah. Oh fuck, I don’t want to go home.

Let’s walk to the happy forest.

The “happy forest”, yes, the forest next to our high school, that’s how we were calling it.

We got home at 7pm, high and Noel was absolutely petrified. He knew what would happen.

By the time, I started asking myself some questions, started understanding that my best friend was in danger, and I understood it this evening.

See you at the window?

As always. He answered squeezing my hand

Love you Noely.

Love ye too cock.

He hugged me as if his life depended on it and went to his house.

*

At 9pm, while I was reading a book, I heard it.

Tommy was back home and was shouting at everyone.

I heard loud noises coming from his house and I knew it was nothing good. It lasted about 20 minutes.

I approached my window waiting to see Noel appear on the other side. I saw the light in his room go on, but instead, I saw Liam appear, afraid and crying.

He didn’t seem hurt which were good news.

Then the door opened, and Noel appeared. His nose and mouth were bleeding, and he had a hand holding his ribs as if he had been kicked there. He was crying as well.

This day, I understood that his father had been doing this for years and that when I punched him earlier this day, he was already hurt.

He saw me watching, tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

I grabbed my slate and a chalk and wrote on it before showing it to him.

“What happened?”

He then grabbed his, wrote on it and showed it to me.

“The usual, but worse”

“How long has it been?”

“Years. I didn’t want you to discover it. And certainly not like that.”

“I had doubts. Deep down I think I already knew.”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t Noely. But why didn’t you tell me?”

“Shame, and I didn’t want to worry you.”

“I told you I already had doubts about it. You should have told me when I first saw your bruises.”

“Couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“You would have told your mam.”

“Which would be normal, yes, but if you don’t want me to tell, I won’t. At least as long as I am sure your father isn’t planning on killing you.”

“He won’t. Got to comfort Liam.”

“Go. And treat yourself!”

“I will.”

My protection mode had been activated.

After this, Noel got to work with his father, just like he told me. I succeeded my classes.

In November 1983, everything changed.

*

November 1983:

Noel and I were now 16 years old, and we had discovered a new band a few months ago that became one of our favourites. The Smiths. We were planning on going to their gig in Huddersfield, but we wouldn’t go. Because as I said, everything changed in just 3 days.

November 21st 1983:

When coming back from school, I wasn’t expecting for Peggy to be with my mother in the living room.

I came back home, screaming as per usual.

MOM I’M HOME!

Y/N, how many times will I have to tell you not to scream for God’s sake!

I know! You just know that I love having all the attention on me! I joked, taking off my jacket and dropping my bag in the middle of the hall.

Y/N, school bag in your room please.

It will be, but first I want my snack! I’m hungry!

There are cookies in the cupboard above the closet. Tea’s with me in the living room.

Thanks mam!

I took my pack of cookies and my favourite mug with me and went in the living room to find my mother.

That’s when I saw Peggy was there. I was used to see her here. So used to it that I know recognized her from behind.

Heya Peggy!

She turned to face me and that’s when I saw it, the black eye she had. The blackeye her asshole ex-husband gave her.

Hello me beautiful Y/N.

Fu…Freaking hell, Peggy, who did this to you?

Y/N, this isn’t… my mother started

Who? I insisted, stopping my mother before she could finish her sentence

Thomas, sweetheart. He found us, I don’t know how and who told him.

I swear I’m going to kill this motherfucker.

Y/N, language!

No mam, I won’t apologise for saying the truth and I what I think.

She’s right Y/M/N, even though it still doesn’t look good in a pretty girl’s mouth like ye Y/N.

I know, but I don’t care Peggy. You moved so he wouldn’t find you, hurt the boys and you anymore and start over.

Don’t worry sweetie. If he comes back, I’ll call the police.

You better. Was he drunk again?

As usual.

How are the boys?

They’re fine Y/N, don’t worry about this.

But I am worried.

Yes, I ended up opening my mouth and telling my mother. Because Noel was presenting more and more bruises everyday and I was shitting myself everyday by the idea of losing him, so I told my mom. That’s where we discovered that Peggy and Paul also were victims. So my mom invited Peggy, telling her she knew everything, and she helped her to find a new home and she moved out with the boys. I still admire my mom for that today.

So Noel and I weren’t neighbours anymore, but he still was alive, and it was and still is what mattered the most. Especially when he was coming to see me like he did that night.

*

November 22nd 1983:

It was about 10pm and raining as fuck. I was listening to The Clash’s The magnificent seven when I heard a noise against my window. Then again. Someone was throwing rocks at it, and only one person would do that.

I opened the window and received a stone in the face.

OUCH!

Oh fuck, soz Y/N!

What the fuck Noel?!

I thought ye didn’t hear me.

Come on, come up here, it’s cold and raining you fucking moron!

It was my visit of the day, as per usual, we were still seeing each other everyday.

Noel climbed up the hedge to my bedroom window. I stepped back to give him room to get in. And that’s when I saw these again. Those bruises and blood running down his face.

Oh my God! Noel! What the fuck happened?

Noel walked painfully to my bed and struggled to sit on it.

He came back.

Your father?

Who else?

You’ll tell me everything. I’ll grab the first aid kit. And be quiet, my parents are asleep.

He nodded as a response.

I went downstairs to grab a tea towel and some ice, came back upstairs, went to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit, and came back in my bedroom.

Here. Thought you might need this. I said handing him the tea towel

Thank ye. He answered, taking it

I opened the first aid kit bag and took out compresses, alcohol, and bandages.

So? I said, starting to treat him

He came back, fucking wasted as per usual. He entered through the back door, and he found mam. He had followed me when we were done working. He started hitting her and tried raping her. I heard her scream from me room even though I was playing guitar. So I rushed downstairs, and Liam joined me. We got to take him off her and I fought with him. And… ye can see he won, Paul had to come home to take him off me and kick him out for it to stop.

For fuck’s sake… huh… this is my first time doing this and this is alcohol so it might hurt.

It’s okay Y/N. Do it.

I started dabbing the compress on the wounds on his face to remove the blood and clean these. He hissed in pain several times but did not complain.

Take off your jacket and your tee. He also had you there.

Noel executed himself and oh, with the blood, so many bruises were there. Asif his father broke him some ribs.

Fucking hell Noel, how could he do that to you?

I don’t know. But at least, he beat the talent into me.

Tears were threatening to spill from my eyes. I was horrified.

I cleaned the wounds once again and when I was done, Noel picked the tea towel and put it on the bruise that hurt him the most while I threw what I used to treat him in my bin.

I came back to sit next to him, watching his face contort with pain, his teeth biting his lower lip and had trouble breathing.

Can I…touch?

Why? He answered

Just…

Yes, ye can.

I put my hand on the massive bruise on his ribs.

Does it hurt?

Yea. He always kicks me here.  As if he knew what he was doing, where it hurts.

I ran my hand there carefully so I was sure I wouldn’t hurt him more than he already was. And suddenly, I burst into tears.

Y/N? Noel asked, stunned

Soz Noel, don’t mind me…

Noel took me in his arms, holding me tight and left a kiss on my cheek.

When he let go of me, I made sure to lower my head so he wouldn't see me crying.

Hey, I should be the one crying here. He chuckled

But it didn’t make me laugh and my tears were getting worse. I was hurt to see Noel hurt.

With his hand, he raised my head so that our faces faced each other.

Our looks met, and Noel held my face in his hands.

He paid attention to my sad look and my crying eyes for a few more seconds before crushing his lips on mine urgently. As if his life depended on it.

I answered the kiss even though in shock and troubled. It wasn’t my first kiss, and it wasn’t his.

He ran his tongue on my lips, asking for entrance and I let him.

Our tongues met and he deepened the kiss. I went from being sad to horny and sad.

Noel laid me on my bed, him on top of me, still kissing me, his hands roaming over my body. He was so tender. One of my hands went in his hair and the other went caressing his back.

Then his hands tugged at my pyjama, which was only an oversized shirt.

I pushed him a little bit and unbuttoned it. I wanted him. He wanted me. Maybe was it a mistake to do this now, but in truth, I never thought it was one.

Noel put his lips on my neck, kissing it and made me shiver. God, his kisses were everything. They then slid to my still covered breasts.

He pushed aside the edges of my shirt so that he could see them, my top being now exposed to him, the only remaining fabric being my undies.

Noel was in awe. And he didn’t know what to do with them, which made him as nervous as I was.

Are ye sure ye want this? He asked

Yes Noely. I want this. But…

What?

I… I’ve never done this before. I answered

Me neither. He answered, smiling

Good, we now knew that we were two horny, virgin teenagers, who wanted each other.

Noel seemed lost, so I helped him by kissing him passionately.

I tugged at his jeans at the same time, indicating him to take these off.

He got the message and stood up. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped them before stepping out of them. Meanwhile, I took off my shirt and stepped back on the bed to rest my head on my pillow. Noel came back on top of me, kissing me again. He grinded on my clothed womanhood, making me whimper at the sensation.

Noel was hesitant. His fingers were tugging at my undies but didn’t dare to touch my womanhood as if I would change my mind. But I was sure. I grabbed his hand and put it on the hem of these to show him he could take them off me and touch me the way we both wanted.

He didn’t hesitate anymore and slid them off. The second after, he was looking at me, naked under him.

Yer so perfect… He whispered

I blushed. I was ready but couldn’t get enough of his lips on mine.

Please, kiss me more.

And like this, he was back on me, trembling and dry humping me.

I could feel his clothed member twitch against my thigh.

Came the moment where I started feeling like I couldn’t take the tension anymore.

My hands slid under his boxers, touching his ass. I started sliding them down and he got the message again.

He got up and took them off, also leaving him bare in front of me.

He blushed at his turn and sat on the bed.

Are you okay? I asked

Yea, I’m just nervous, me.

Me too, but hey, it’s okay!

I kissed him again to reassure him and slowly guided him on top of me again, between my legs.

He started grinding against me again, precum leaking out of his member and getting wet with my juices.

The friction was driving me crazy; my clit being stimulated in the process.

Can I? Noel asked, wanting to take things further

Yes, go slow at first please.

Of course.

He entered me slowly, all trembling, centimetre by centimetre until he was fully inside me.

Fuck… yer so tight…

It hurt a lot. It stung. And Noel saw it.

Are ye okay?

Will be. Just give me a minute before moving, okay?

Yea, I need a minute too or I’m going to explode.

We both were a trembling mess, nervous but so wanting and excited.

I finally nodded to indicate him to move, and he put his lips on mine, kissing me while starting thrusting in me.

It still hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable. It even was pleasant. This sensation of being filled up while it still stung a bit was pleasant.

Noel started groaning lowly. He wouldn’t last long.

His hand grabbed mine, squeezing it, his lips still staying on mine. It was so tender.

Noel…

Yes Y/N?

You can move a little faster if you want.

Alright, but I’m not sure I’m gonna last.

It’s okay…

He sped up his movements, causing me to start whimpering. It started to feel good.

Fuck Y/N… He moaned

My free hand came wandering on his body, ending up in his hair.

I would not know what an orgasm was yet, but I would know what letting go is.

I let myself melt under his touch and I started moaning lowly for how pleasurable it started to be.

My insides accidentally convulsed around Noel’s shaft. He stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes.

My face was showing signs of pleasure and it drove him crazy. I felt his hand squeeze mine harder and he bit my shoulder, muffling his grunts. He pulled out at the same time and spilled himself on my stomach. It had lasted only 5 minutes, but these were the first best moments of my life. These 5 minutes that changed my life and our relationship. But I didn’t know it yet.

Noel collapsed on top of me as I left kisses on his forehead.

Soz but we had no condom… He said, out of breath

It’s okay, I don’t mind Noely.

He looked at me and kissed me again before getting up and grabbing my shirt to clean our mess or more like his mess on my stomach before leaving a kiss there and laying next to me, taking me in his arms, as we let ourselves fall into Morpheus arms.

*

November 23rd, 1983:

I woke up at 9am, alone in my bed, Noel was gone.

He hadn’t left a word or anything.

I was sore from the night before, and suddenly, I remember wat happened. Noel and I had sex the night before. We had been each other’s first. Something that wasn’t planned. Because we weren’t dating, right?

But I didn’t regret anything. I was scared Noel might. I did as nothing happened the whole morning.

At 2pm, having no signs of Noel when we were supposed to go to The Smiths gig, I started to worry. So I called.

Hello? I heard a feminine voice answer

Peggy? It’s Y/N.

Oh hello me beautiful Y/N, how are ye?

I’m fine, it’s you I should ask.

I’m good, thank ye.

Is…Is Noel here?

No, he went camping with Liam until tomorrow.

Okay… can you tell him I called when he’ll be back, please?

Of course. See ye Y/N.

See ya.

Yeah, I wasn’t happy and cool about it. Firstly, Noel let me down and there was no way he could have forgotten about the gig. And secondly, I felt like Noel regretted what we had done and would never speak to me again.

During a whole month, I had no news from him, until Paul called me.

*

December 31st 1983:

Having no news from the most important person in my life after my parents was hurting me. And there was worse. I understood a few days after what happened that I was falling in love with Noel.

But all of this was probably over. I tried to overcome this by trying to make me think about something else with books and music. It was New Year’s Eve and for the first time in years, I had nothing planned, or so I thought.

Y/N, phone call! My father shouted

I thought he was the one calling, so I literally ran downstairs.

Hello?

Hi Y/N, it’s Paul.

I was a bit disappointed but tried to hide it.

Oh hey Paul!

Have ye anything planned tonight? I’m soz for being late to propose but our kid and I are organizing a little party tonight, do ye want to come?

Huh, yeah, of course!

Noel will be there. I know ye haven’t seen each other for a few and I think that’s a bad thing so…

Okay. Do I have to bring something?

Just a few bottles if ye can, we have the rest.

I’ll be there.

At 6pm, I put on my favourite blue night dress, some make up, a faux-fur coat, some boots, took a full bottle I had under my bed, my pack of cigarettes and left for the party.

When I arrived, I saw everyone but Noel. And when he arrived and saw me, he totally avoided me.

I didn’t understand, we didn’t do anything wrong.

By 11pm, everyone was having fun when I was sat on a chair, tipsy, and had no trace of Noel. So I went outside, smoking cigarettes on cigarettes.

By 11:55, someone opened the door and joined me. Here he was, standing in front of me. He hesitated.

Hi… he started

Hi… I pursued

Can…Can I sit with ye?

Yes. I even think you should.

I know. We have to…

Talk? Yeah.

He sat next to me, lighting a cigarette, and taking a puff before blowing smoke in the cold humid air.

Why Noel? I asked

I needed to think.

About what happened? Noel, if you think I regret it, I don’t and I loved it. If it had to happen again, I would let the exact same thing happen.

I don’t regret it either and I loved it too.

Then what’s the fucking problem?

I…I feel like ye won’t feel the same way but…

What?

I realized I love ye Y/N.

I was stunned, we felt the same.

And yer not saying anything so not hard to guess ye don’t and I fucked up.

You’re wrong, you didn’t. I feel the same Noely. For the last month I realized this too. I thought you regretted what happened and that you never wanted to see me ever again.

Oh no Y/N, the past month I couldn’t stop thinking about yer lips on mine, how I held ye tight when we slept, how I loved being inside ye and making love to ye. How I always want to spend time with ye. I mean it Y/N, I love ye.

We heard the others inside start counting down the countdown, 1984 was about to begin.

Okay, fer 1984, I want ye to be me girlfriend and I’ll start it by kissing ye.

Okay then 4…3…2…1…

And Noel crushed his lips on mine, deepening the kiss by letting his tongue dance with mine.

And when we separated, he looked at me, smiling like an idiot.

Happy new year Noely.

Happy new year, me lovely girlfriend.

And as soon as his sentence was over, the fireworks started lighting the sky, and we watched it, hand in hand.