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Silver Lining: Chapter 4

In which you and George decide to make the most of life after meeting up at the wrong place at just the right time…

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a/n: This is the second to last chapter, guys! Ah! It's been such fun to write, and as always I'm looking forward to hearing all your thoughts and feelings! ♡

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The halls of the resort were immaculate, the sound of your hurried stomp echoed through them. You had hardly taken the time to appreciate the well-lit space with the way you zoomed up to the third floor- fist clenched at your side. You knew exactly what to expect, holding no hope for any other possibility.

And as you hurriedly knocked on the soft cream door of room 500, you hadn't even really noticed how George was hot on your trail; though lagging a bit behind to catch his breath on a winding staircase.

There was muffled chatter from behind the door you approached, the sound causing your patience to wear thin. So you went on knocking until the sound of a lock being turned proceeded its fateful opening.

"What? What is it- oh."

Colin was stood in the sliver of the open door, dressed in a sloppily tied hotel robe. And even though he seemed unprepared to greet anyone, a wicked grin painted his lips, as if he'd somehow been expecting to see you, all the same. The sight of him was enough to set your blood to a boil and the sound of his stupid grumbly voice nearly drove you to a psychotic break right then and there.

"What are you doing here?" You asked in a growl through your teeth. As soon as the desk attendant shot you a pitiful glare, you knew what was going on. You weren't surprised to see your almost ex-husband guarding the entrance to the room you booked for your honeymoon. But you were well and truly seething that he had the gall to enjoy any kind of leisure time during the period he should have somehow been paying for his moral crimes.

"Well, darling, as I recall it, I wanted to come here. You wanted to go to Rome. Looks like we've both gotten what we want, hm?"

"Don't call me-" You spat, glaring at him with a look you wish could kill.

"Alright- alright, It's been a lovely visit but I've had quite enough of you," Colin moved to shut the door, but in some odd reflex, you moved to stop it. You didn't really want to see much more of the guy. You didn't even realize you had more to say. But curses and blames started spouting out of you, pent up for too long.

Colin wasn't listening though. Why would he? He did his own talking, right over top of you, complaining about the things he always hated about your life together, how much time he wasted on you. You were arguing the things you both always knew but were never brave enough to say in the stability of your mediocre romance.

"It's just like you to show up and ruin the only bit of good life has thrown my way in the past week." You hissed.

"Oh please, I gave you more good than you'll ever get again." Colin boasted, always one to make mention of wealth and status, no matter the situation or topic.

As you stood trying desperately trying to think up a comeback, you were too blinded by anger to say anymore.

That's when another voice, strained from hurrying after you, floated around the corner.

"Y/n? What's- oh" George's concerned expression morphed into some surprising glare when he turned to see who had already taken residence in the room you booked. George stalled in place, managing to steady himself in a flash even with all the momentum he'd gained on his race to catch up to you.

"Who the hell are you?" Colin asked in a condescending snort of a laugh that made the meter tracking your rage fly up and over the ballistic marker, sending you to short circuit.

But there was nothing more to say or do. Colin likely wouldn't give up his stay if you demanded, and even if he decided too, you wouldn't have wanted to stay in a room your ex-fiance had just been occupying. You knew he was only blocking your entry so he might have some kind of last laugh. And he got it, didn't he? With a frustrated groan, you spun on your heels and stormed away in the same fashion you'd hurried up here.

"Enjoy your holiday" You heard George offer Colin some semblance of a goodbye, though his tone was strained and withholding, he was still polite. But you were too busy fuming to admire the little ways George fascinated you.

You didn't have time to meet the desk attendants worried gaze as you stormed past his desk and out of the resort doors. You didn't have the sense to feel sorry for breaking up a group of birds from enjoying someone's discarded cup of ice cream as you paced toward a row of tall trees at the edge of the car park.

You knew the fun would have to end soon, but you were ignorant to the possibility of this trip ending in the same frustrating manner the night before your wedding had. Colin was at the worst place at the right time and he got just what he wanted, leaving you to pay the price once more. But you probably deserved it. You were really beginning to wonder if life could be lived in the dreamlike haze that Rome provided. You should have known better.

And just like always, when you least expected it, George slowly sauntered toward where you lingered kicking rocks at trees.

"Only you would run into someone you know on holiday in Barcelona" He echoed the same wry joke you gave him in Rome, but now was different. Now was ruined and you were struggling not to cry.

"I'm sorry, George. I thought this was going to be endless fun, and I don't know what I was thinking, dragging you along, and now its all ruined and I just-"

"It's not ruined." George gently cut through your monologue in that marvelously confusing way of his; pointing out the bright side that you really couldn't see, especially right now. "It doesn't have to be anyway." You just kept your befuddled gaze on him as he went on...

"He can keep the resort. It was far too posh anyway. Why don't we find a place on the beach and make the best of it?"

"You.. you still want to?" You breathed a humorless laugh. Your shoulders relaxed as you attempted to come away from your anger, and tried to understand why on earth George was still on board this wild ride.

"Well, we're already here. And... you promised I could choose our next adventure." George teased, offering a grin and reading his brows, coaxing you to smile too. You just stared at him, taking note of his relaxed disposition, his gentleness. It practically radiated from him.

"I'll go fetch our bags if you find a cab?" George nodded, already beginning to walk backward toward the entrance of the resort. And with the way he took the action you felt no option but to agree to join in, nodding on your turn to hail a ride.

The cab driver you flagged down was almost sickeningly helpful. She listed off a few dozen places to stay adding her personal favorite perks of every place. She waved goodbye when you and George stretched out onto the pavement of a hotel a decent number of miles away from the resort you'd come from.

The hotel you'd chosen was right on a golden beach, a quaint little stucco styled building. Inside was decorated in natural tones and plants and flowers. George insisted on splitting the cost when you wouldn't let him pay for the whole thing.

You thought of renting two separate small rooms four floors apart, but that seemed silly since you were basically on this trip together. So because the price was the same, you booked a suite with two small rooms joined by a galley kitchen and called it a day.

So after lugging your bags into the spot you'd keep them for the next week, there was nothing left to worry over. The mini bar in the lobby was serving drink specials; you decided since it wasn't quite time for dinner or bed, the day you had called for some form of immediate indulgence.

The bar was full of seasoned vacationers, sharing finger foods and margaritas. A kind bar keep managed to take your order before you'd even settled at the bar top. "You know what, I better just get this over with." You decided, pulling your phone from your pocket. You'd promised to call your mother often, and you knew you had to tell her what had just gone down. The sooner the better, you realized, because you didn't want to dwell on Colin or anything you had to endure hearing from the guy. You wanted to forget everything that had happened and spend the rest of your vacation having at least a little bit of fun.

You pushed past a door into the warm afternoon, settling against a wooden post of the patio where families lingered to shake off the sand from the beach before heading back inside the hotel.

Your mother answered the phone as she had days ago, worried before you'd even gotten the chance to say hello. So you didn't even try to mask your greeting with fake charm. You headed straight into the details of your upsetting encounter. How the start of your stay in this beautiful city was permanently soiled with the memory of Colin.

"I tried to warn you." Your mother spoke theatrically. You wondered if she could hear your furrow your brow, because she went on to explain herself. "I heard from Shirley, who heard from Dr. McCarther, that Colin's mother said he left for the airport a day ago."

So that's why she'd been so frantic on the phone, before.

"I tried to warn you, deary. I know how much you wanted this trip to be some kind of escape." She commiserated in the way only mothers know how to best.

"Yeah, I'm determined to keep it that way. We're staying at the beach now, instead." You spoke decidedly.

"Well, now that I've got your attention might I suggest coming home?" Your mother scolded. "I understand what you're going through but is taking off with some stranger really-"

You blocked out everything she said after that. Your mother meant well, you knew, but she had no idea what you were going through. She'd been happily married for decades. And she didn't know George.

You just couldn't go one talking about this situation. Sure Colin did his best to rain on your parade, but the heavens gave you one last shot to go a little wild. You were here, with George and there was no changing that. So you ended the call with the promise you were safe and sound and planned to keep it that way. Then you marched back inside repeating the mantra to yourself.

"What your mother must think of me," George pulled a face as you eased into the seat at the dark wooden bar, next to him. "I cringe to wonder."

"Oh, you think I'm calling home to report about you, Mr. Movie star?" You joked, jabbing George in the arm with your elbow. At this point, the little gesture felt familiar and you'd only wondered if you'd been to forward after the fact. If George was put off by it, his broad grin was only contradicted by the smallest shake of his head, eyes averted to a waiter who happily served your drinks.

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The next day you woke up early and headed to see Casa Batlló. In fact, in just the first couple of days, you managed to see the majority of Gaudi's creations. It was divine, taking the time to admire the buildings and listen to other tourists yammer on about what they'd come to see and why they were so excited to be in the city.

There were fleeting moments, for the first day or two, when you worried Colin wasn't finished sabotaging your trip. That he might pop out of nowhere and pretend he was the one who was once so excited to take a tour of a modern art museum. But you realized he was never keen to your well-planned list. In fact, you planned most of your trip with the knowledge that Collin would be off meeting business partners and making deals. You needed something to occupy your time, and you never imagined having anyone to experience each little adventure with you.

That's what made George's presence all the more exciting.

Besides that, you'd seemed to have fallen into a familiar routine with George. And not just in the way you'd gone about planning out your days. You'd began to predict each other's lunch orders and what you'd both might have enjoyed most about each little adventure, and why. You'd began to pick up on many of George's little quirks...

Like how every place you went, people noticed George, but he didn't seem to notice their lingering gazes. You could never be sure if passerby recognized him like you once had, or if they were only struck by his perfect features like you often were.

But this didn't mean he gave anyone a cold shoulder. No, George was as friendly to the people running market booths and passerby as he was to you, offering smiles and asking about the details of the flowers they were selling.

He brought up serious things at the strangest times. Like how he told you some deep dark secret in passing over midday coffee, just as you'd come away from raving about the cup you held in your hands. George would ask intense questions as you stood on the edge of a garden watching a street band play where children danced near the makeshift drums. His timing always seemed strange and unexpected; but as you went on talking about whatever might have been brought up, you realized you felt completely comfortable sharing your own answers and hearing his in turn.

George gave answers that were well thought out, even if they were just yes or no. And he listened when you did the same, nodding and laughing at every right time.

Then there was how you shared silence together. Even when there weren't words to trade, the glances and nods you passed to each other seemed to speak for themselves.

And when you lied on the beach, breathing in the salty air while the sounds of scattered laughter were dulled by crashing waves, the silence between you and George was easy.

George looked perfectly comfy with a new ratty paperback held above his face. You wondered how many tiny storybooks he's backed away, and how many times he'd read them, with such worn covers.

When you pointed out boats on the far off horizon, George wasn't upset to be disrupted his reading. He indulged every one of your passing thoughts before turning another page, reading on till one of you had reason to speak up again.

But when you closed your eyes to soak up the warmth of the sun, your peace was broken when George uttered a strange noise. You lifted your sunglasses, turning your head to find a hard plastic frisbee had invaded the space you set up.

"I'm so sorry!" A girl rushed toward you, apologizing in an accented squeak. Her hair was flowing honey brown, her bathing suit was sunny yellow. She was the kind of picture-perfect girl that when mirrored against your own image, alerted you to the things you liked least about yourself.

"We're just learning how to play," She shyly reached out for the frisbee George had taken into his clutch, after it hit him on the knee.

"It's not too hard. Keep your eye on the prize next time, aye?" George extended the plastic disc to the girl.

She giggled. You feigned a chuckle in response as you slid your sunnies back on. George spun off into some story about the correct frisbee stance and how it was tougher than it looked.

"Care to lead by example? We're hopeless." The foreign girl bit her lip with a hopeful gaze and that was all it took to get George to his feet.

Before he left, though, he handed his book to you with a smile. "Safe hands." He gave you a look as you settled back into your spot, giving him a similar expression before watching him skip off to meet the group of girls, showing them all the perfect frisbee stance, whatever the hell that even meant. How hard could it really be?

You only turned your gaze to the book in your possession, pretending to read it, but more so admiring the pages as you tried to understand what made them so important to George, what he valued. Wondering what tomorrow might bring.

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Four days in, a heavy downpour halted your plans to frolic through the streets of Barcelona. You had become absolutely taken with the city and every time a new adventure died down, the pair of you would dream up what to do with the rest of your time.

So when dense pelts of rain woke you up, you frowned, but George seemed at ease, of course. He was just as excited to plan a day in.

He ordered extra from room service and found a foreign movie channel on the television in his room. The pair of you kicked back on the decently-sized bed he'd made up and added your own commentary to the films you couldn't quite understand. You ended having a blast making up storylines of your own as movies passed by the screen, and you shared plates of fruits while the rain poured on.

It was easy to get lost in George's company, no matter what you were doing. You realized you were treading dangerous waters, letting yourself feel so engulfed by his presence. But you let yourself all the same, determined to make the most of this rare occasion that would soon become nothing but a fleeting occasional memory.

Then it came time to attend the cooking class you'd signed up for. The website where the sign up sheet came from encouraged everyone who did to make time to visit La Boqueria beforehand. The market was only just around the corner from where the cooking class was held, and it was the place all the ingredients you'd work with would have been purchased.

You and George roamed around stalls for almost too long, exchanging favorite recipes, kitchen horror stories, and successes. You'd nearly forgotten where you were on your way too and had to hurry around a couple of corners to make it to the class on time.

When you arrived in a rush, the people who'd made it there on time were mingling inside a building made up of big tall windows and white brick. Most of them stared, bewildered by your hurry inside. There was still time to spare it seemed.

And as you eased in to join the group who'd already been waiting, past a few warm welcomes, you recognized one greeting out of the rest.

It was the girl from the beach who couldn't manage to get the hang of throwing a frisbee. Though you had a hunch she'd know exactly what she was aiming for, that day. And there was no doubt she'd recognized you now, or rather, George.

He greeted her warmly, with kindness, like George did best. You gave her a smile and a shrug, accepting that she wasn't keen to give you the time of day. In fact as she greeted George in turn, she mentioned only signing up for this class after he mentioned something about it during their impromptu frisbee lesson.

Luckily that was about the time the instructor made his grand appearance.

A tall slender man with dark hair tousled and big green eyes slid into the room with a perfect smile. He introduced himself as Aureo, and you were nearly blinded by his beauty. He was just the right amount of good looking, a little intimidating, but all too well-spoken, he was like a male version of a siren.

As Aureo spoke enthusiastically about the wonders your cooking class was about to embark upon, it seemed everyone was just as smitten with the instructor. Even George seemed dazzled, his wide eyes entirely fixated on the fellow.

As Aureo went on explaining the class and began to delve into the foundations of cooking and the joy of food, his forest-colored eyes kept sweeping over to meet yours. His smile never faltered as he helped each attendant set up their kitchen. You and George were meant to stick together, as most of the people who'd come had brought a friend or two in tow. But the frisbee girl was all on her own.

Aureo was quick to assign her to join up with another pair of ladies, who were more than happy to accept her. But as you watched the slim girl move further toward the back of the room you watched her smile falter.

Soon, you got to cooking a basic version of paella with some fun added twists, and some pa amb tomàquet. Between demonstrations, Aureo made rounds to help everyone set up and start in.

You and George settled into your usual comfortable banter, shoving each other out of the way while you playfully bickered over the cooking instructions. George compared the duty to The Great British Bake off, laughing at how some of the other mini kitchen's were fretting over doing the exact right task at the exact right time.

The room made up of windows was full of warm sunlight and delightful smells. And in between everything was Aureo. You swore you felt your heart stop each time you caught him glancing your way. Never before had you felt so drawn to someone but simultaneously cautious of the same thing.

"Are you going to flirt back or leave that man hopelessly gawking your way the whole afternoon?" George wondered after you'd been caught averting a prolonged gaze with the guy teaching you to cook something new.

"Oh, I can't he's way out of my league." You fretted, searching for a certain spice on the rack in your cabinet space. "Plus I just got my courage up to say something and he's not even looking over here anymore." You pouted while George chopped up a lemon, chucking at your disposition.

You looked over to find Aureo leaning over a woman's shoulder as she offered him a bite of a cut-up pepper. He seemed to have forgotten all about you, actually, admiring the pretty, starry-eyed girl he was circling now.

"It's because he watched me shove fresh bread in my face like a monster and now I'm totally unkissable and he'll never even look my way again ." You joked. As much as you'd liked the attention the instructor kept giving you, there was something holding you back from giving in all the way.

The man was a walking angel, a vision, and he kept looking right at you with something undeniable burning behind his gaze. That was pretty nice.

"You're perfectly kissable, now let's get you that man." George raised his hand, polite as ever, even while scheming.

But you couldn't tell if he meant it, or if he was just trying to shift your attention elsewhere so he could flirt back with the hot girl who'd been shamelessly swooning over George all afternoon. She would shoot her smile across the room, laughing a little when George happily grinned back.

Low and behold, when Aureo came over to ask what you needed, and you made up some excuse about confusing measurements, the frisbee girl took a chance to come prancing over too. Her name was Renee, and her excuse for invading your kitchen was honestly to borrow some sugar. No one needed any sugar. It was a bloody free for all, and all you could seem to focus on was Aureo's warm hand trailing across your lower back as he went on telling you exactly what to do next.

When he left you, his glances somehow became more persistent, and you felt certain you were living in some kind of fever dream. And he kept coming back.

At first, to ask what music you'd prefer played over the background speaker, insisting if you said the word and he'd waltz back to change the song. Aureo was cunningly persistent, and you didn't mind his brief but blush filled visits. Especially since George had an admirer of his own.

Renee waltzed over, asking George about his stay in Barcelona so far. He kept mentioning the things you'd enjoyed together, asking you how you remembered certain things, and Renee would cast a glance your way. It was empty and unfeeling, just for show before her focus settled completely back to George.

And you couldn't blame her. He was so easy to observe.

You thought you'd started to figure George out by now, but of course, you hadn't. He still laughed about things you didn't realize he'd even noticed. He still looked at you in a way you couldn't understand. Even while he was talking to Renee.

As all the food started to come together, everyone went around trying each other's dishes. Renee made herself at home on your countertop, gushing over George's skills in the kitchen. As they got to talking about their favorite foods, she took a shot at asking him to someplace in the city with the best coffee he absolutely had to try.

Renee was serious, her big doe eyes gazing up at him with her fingers crossed behind her back. As George hesitated to respond, the girl was called back to her kitchen when their food had finished cooking.

When she sulked away with a glance over her shoulder to George who had already turned his attention back to the wonderful pa amb tomàquet you'd managed to create, you felt for the poor girl.

"Are you afraid of trying the best coffee ever and ruining your taste for every other cup for the rest of time?" You chuckled, leaning against the counter while George happily snacked away.

"I suppose we could stop in if you're so keen." George shrugged, none the wiser.

"Wouldn't you want to go with Renne?" You pushed, giving the guy a little laugh as you reached for one of the bits of bread on a silver platter.

"I've only just met her." George started off chuckling, but as he spoke he seemed to realize what it was he was saying. You shared a look, considering how Geogres soft smile remained, but turned into an expression more serious that you couldn't quite understand. But your smile blossomed into a burst of a laugh.

"You didn't even know my name when you gave me your phone number." You pestered, doing your best to ignore how speaking about it made my stomach fill with butterflies. How thinking back to this whole thing started seemed crazy, but in a good way.

"That was different." George searched your face, his brilliant blue eyes full of something he wasn't saying. Something he thought, or maybe hoped, you understood.

Somehow, after a few silent moments passed while you went on lazily tidying up your kitchen, George said something about how he'd come here with you, and didn't want to leave you out of anything. He said that if you made plans with Aureo, that he'd make plans with Renee. But It felt like a dare. It didn't feel like a change of plans. It felt like some kind of game.

And the next thing you knew, you motioned Aureo over toward you and asked his favorite place to go dancing.

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You slept in the next morning, content far from home. You stretched slowly into the morning, taking your sweet time getting ready for the day. As you padded into the galley kitchen to kick start the automatic coffee machine, you didn't expect any company.

"Goodmorning!" George greeted, coming from around the corner with an empty teacup in his clutch. You gasped, taken aback by his sudden appearance for once.

"I thought you were supposed to be drinking the world's best coffee with the world prettiest girl, today?" You sighed a laugh, relaxing against the counter as your heart rate eased back to normal. You had thought you heard him make plans before leaving the class, last night.

George set down his cup turning to face you while the coffee machine crackled to life.

"I decided against it. I'm sorry, I thought I told you so."

"Oh," You frowned in realization, wondering when he went about changing his mind.

Yesterday, as you'd lost yourself in a giggle-filled conversation with Aureo before the class ended, George seemed to be getting on well with Renee in the corner. What had happened?

"Well, now I'll feel bad about leaving you later." You spoke up, searching for a mug in the limited cabinet space.

"Oh, you shouldn't. I trust you'll have a good time. Renee was sweet. Just..."

"Yeah, yeah..." You pretended to understand, having no clue what George was being so weird about. "Want some of the world's most mediocre coffee?" You laughed, pouring yourself a cup to enjoy the morning, well, afternoon by this point.

The weather was a bit gloomy again, but the rain held off, giving you the perfect chance to whip out a set of playing cards on the balcony barely big enough to fit either of you together. When the time came to start getting ready, you were conflicted.

"You won't feel bad if I go?" You asked. Because George had basically been following your lead this whole trip, even asking if you were happy with the little things he thought up to do, before going about doing them.

"I'll be perfectly happy so long as you are." George did little to persuade you one way or another, which was funny considering how he'd coaxed you into giving Aureo a little attention the day before.

Ultimately, you got ready to go out. The cooking instructor had given you an address to meet up with him after his workday ended, and after a quick google search, you found it was a pretty popular night club. As you slid into an outfit, you almost wondered if you should invite George along. But as soon as the thought passed through your mind, so did a million other reasons why that was a bad idea.

"How's this?" You genuinely worried over how you looked, rushing to stand still in the doorway of the room you'd been occupying. George was stood in the kitchen, sporting joggers, holding a glass of water in one hand, and a new, old tattered book in the other.

"Oh.... you, well..." The guy looked you up and down, failing to come up with an assured answer. That was what you'd expected, a simple yes or no, maybe even a reason for whatever answer he'd chosen. Like always. But he just stated different conjunctions while you pulled at the hem of a dress you weren't sure how to feel about.

"Well, it'll have to do. I'm late." You sighed, hurrying to fetch your room key from the counter and fasten your shoes on. Aureo was probably already waiting up for you outside of the nightclub he insisted on showing you too, after you'd asked.

"Right well, see ya." George watched you scurry out into the hallway with a quick wave.

On your speed walk down the stairs, you couldn't help but kick yourself for not giving George a proper goodbye, even if you were in a rush. You'd felt so conflicted, leaving him. You didn't have a doubt he'd be happy on his own, but you'd come to function as some kind of team on this trip. Leaving seemed unnatural.

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Aureo was standing in a well fitted, casual suit jacket with matching short cuffed trousers. His already brilliant features lit up when he saw you hurrying to cross the street.

As you met up with him you apologized for being late, feeling a bit bashful as he stepped even closer to hear you speak. His accent added something even more enchanting to his already velvety voice, when he assured it was fine and how excited he was to show you to his favorite club in the city.

The way his emerald green eyes traveled across your figure before he complimented your dress made you weak in the knees. His warm hand across the small of your back as he guided you inside.

There were three levels you could see, people dancing close to massive speakers, leaning over the rails of each floor to wave to their friends above and below. The lights were dim except every now and again when they flashed to the beat of some decently enjoyable pop music.

The bar wrapped around three corners, liquor decorating the walls of the lower level. That's where you headed first, insisting Aureo order you something he enjoyed best since this was his scene.

Some fancy mixed drink slid across the counter soon after he'd ordered as if they'd been expecting him. It wasn't long before your own drink came, some electric blue liquid in a crystal glass.

That's how the night started, taking some time to enjoy your drink before Aureo pulled you toward the dance floor. He was good, of course, and you didn't even have time to worry over the steps you were missing as he guided you along. It was stupidly fun, spinning around, bumping into people who'd laughed because they'd just bumped into you as well. Spirits were high, and between songs, you kept going back for more drinks.

Every pause, Aureo talked about cooking. You happily listened, trying to soak up everything about your surroundings at once.

You were a few drinks in, and the room was already close to spinning. But you were having so much fun. You slammed back another electric blue drink and twirled back to the dance floor.

There was something about the bass line in the chorus of Justin Timberlake's "Filthy" that you couldn't resist. And the floor was packed with dancers who must have felt the same. As you went on trying your best not to lose Aureo in the crowd while simultaneously losing yourself to the music, you felt your alcoholic haze turn into a fever of sorts.

As you raced away from the music, there was a mile-long line to either restroom, so you headed straight for the back exit.

You spilled out into a long dark alley where dumpsters lived. There were distant bouts of laughter coming from smokers at either end, so you spun between a trash can and a discarded broken shelf and proceeded to get sick.

It was an unceremonious end to your efforts to have a blast. And what was worse, how you still felt dizzy and down.

It wasn't long before Aureo came to check on you. He was the perfect gentleman, holding your hair back for round two and asking what you needed.

You apologized several hundred times for ruining the fun when you decided it was best just to go back to your hotel. You asked Aureo if you could make it up to him in a day or so. You were drunk enough to speak without considering your offer but sober enough from your episode that you managed to pull yourself together to go back where you came from.

Aureo insisted on giving you a ride back, fretting over getting you home safe. You were drunk enough to accept his ride without worry and sober enough to give him directions.

The guy put his number in your phone when you pulled up to the hotel because you felt the need to make up for the way you ended the night. You wanted a redo. And this way seemed like a common courtesy by now...

Aureo insisted on walking you up to the room, he seemed truly worried over your well being, and that endeared you to him more than you already had been.

"I'll call you, okay?" you promised the guy while you unlocked your hotel door, after thanking him for being so kind and bringing you back. He nodded, those pretty emerald eyes searching yours as you slipped inside after saying goodbye.

The lights were off in the tiny common area, and you focused all your energy on creeping back to your room without disturbing the peace. You failed by running into the corner, steadying yourself with a whine as you opened your bedroom door.

"Are you alright?"

You were caught.

"Sorry if I woke you up." You spoke low, even though there was no point in keeping quiet now that George was standing near your side, speaking gently to you.

"You're back quite early," George went on, seeming worried over how you sulked in the doorway after pushing open your bedroom door.

"Yeah... I just don't feel good." You admitted. But you didn't feel sick anymore. You just felt tired. You actually felt a lot like you had when you'd drank too much before, when your head filled up and nothing made sense.

With a gentle, "Come on." George pushed you further into your bedroom. You slumped onto the unmade bed, unlacing your shoes in an impressive hurry. George was gone when you looked up again, tossing each shoe across the room. You fell against your pillows with a sorry groan, shutting your eyes, and wondering if you'd made some kind of mistake tonight.

That's when George shuffled back in, quiet as a mouse. You kept your eyes shut, but heard him rest a glass of water on your bedside table. The sound of your door creaking shut made your heart sink.

When you thought to yourself how badly you wished George would have stayed by your side, you realized the depths of the shit you were in. You realized exactly why you felt so bad. You couldn't ignore it anymore.

You wanted so much more from George, and he was already giving you more than you deserved.

───※ ·❆· ※───

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #george mackay imagine #george mackay fanfic

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writingfortoomanyfandoms · 4 years

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Courtney’s 4K/Quarantine Writing Challenge!!

So, not only did I hit 4,000 followers a little while ago (thank you all so much again for that!) but we’re also all stuck inside for the foreseeable future and I know we’re all bored out of our minds (or at least I am) and I don’t read anywhere near enough fics as I should (and as I want to) so I figured since I’m going a Write Fest on my own blog to celebrate 4K (I’ll link it here if you want to check it out) I thought I could extend that to all of you guys as well!

So yeah, writing challenge, premise is pretty simple, I’ve hosted a couple before (lowkey flops but we move), you read the rules, abide by them, pick a prompt and a character and you write!

As always with me, I’m a nerd and so the prompts are split into categories - there are song lyrics, book quotes, comedy quotes and film quotes to choose from!

I hope you guys want to join in with this! I love reading what you guys write and this could be a really fun way to just keep us all moving and inspired over the next few months :)

The Rules

1) You don’t have to be following me but it would be nice because I’m lonely and want friends plz

2) If your piece of writing is over 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature

3) Reblog this post to get the word out (and tag anyone who may be interested!)

4) It’s going to be one person per prompt but if needed I can add more prompts

5) Smut is fine but please leave warnings as appropriate (THOUGH NO UNDERAGE CHARACTER SMUT THANKS)

6) On the back of that one, no inappropriate pairings pleaseeeeee

7) Also please make sure you leave appropriate warnings at the beginnings of fics if any sensitive subjects are brought up (e.g. mental health etc)

8) Ships and OC’s are welcome

9) Tag me in your writing!

10) Use the hashtag #Courts4KWritingChallenge

11) If you want to enter send me an ask with the prompt you want and the pairing you’ll be writing it with

12) The deadline for this is 15th July (this can be extended if y’all need it)

Characters/People/Pairings

1) Any of the BoRhap dudes and their characters

2) (BoRhap!)Queen members (Freddie only platonically)

3) The Hargreeves Children (older!Five only)

4) Richard Madden (+ his characters)

5) Taron Egerton (+ his characters)

6) Rocketman!Bernie Taupin and Ray Williams

7) Smosh Members

8) Jake Gyllenhaal (+ all his various characters)

9) Chris Evans (+ his characters)

10) Sebastian Stan (+ his characters)

11) Any of the 5sos guys (poly!5sos fics also both welcomed and encouraged)

12) Stranger Things peeps (Steve, Billy + Robin/their cast counterparts)

13) One Direction guys (Niall, Harry + Louis)

14) Pevensie children

15) Sex Education (cast + characters)

Prompts

Song Lyrics

“Wake up sunshine, somebody loves you” - Wake Up, Sunshine by All Time Low

“When I take a look at my life and all of my crimes you're the only thing that I think I got right” - Lover of Mine by 5 Seconds of Summer ( @angiefangirlworld-2 w/ Ashton)

“Kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor” - Sunflower Vol.6 by Harry Styles

“There'll never be another, I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life” - Black and White by Niall Horan ( @unn--known w/ someone from 1D)

“Let's keep each other safe from the world” - Lucky People by Waterparks

“Never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought I'd be something more” - Drowse by Queen

“And when I touch you I feel happy inside, it's such a feeling that my love I can't hide” - Hold Your Hand by The Beatles ( @flick-ofthe-wrist w/ Roger Taylor)

“It’s hard to think you could ever hate me, but everything's feeling different now” - Too Young by Louis Tomlinson

“All I can do is say that these arms were made for holding you” - 18 by One Direction

“I waited for her call - she always kept me waiting” - The Girl at the Rock Show by Blink-182

Book Quotes

“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is” - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody” - The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.” - Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons” - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

“As far as I’m concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.” - Solitaire by Alice Oseman

“We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered.” - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” I Am The Messenger by Marcus Zusak

“I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Flitzgerald

“I just want you to know that you’re very special and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chebowsky ( @coupscarat w/ Damien Haas)

“Was there some kind of rule against drop kicking arseholes in the face? Probably. They always had rules against things that needed to be done” - Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

Comedy Quotes

“You have to treat everybody’s views, no matter what they believe, with respect” “What, even idiots?” Outnumbered

“Well you shouldn’t be prejudiced against fat people, thin people… men who have turned into women, women who have turned into men, gay people, ginger people… people from Liverpool” Outnumbered

“Stand back kids, this school’s insurance policy doesn’t cover blown minds” Bad Education

“Do you think you could stop being so cheeky?” “Do you think you could stop asking stupid questions?” Outnumbered

“I spend my entire life around people. As much as I would like to, it’s almost impossible to avoid them” The Inbetweeners ( @queen-bunnyears w/ Ben Hardy or Sebastian Stan)

“We’re very hufflepuff here, wouldn’t you be happier in slytherin?” Fresh Meat ( @adrenaline-roulette w/ Ben Hardy)

“What’s the best way to make friends?” “Tell a woman you love her, and she says ‘I think we’re just friends’” Jimmy Carr, Jon Richardson

“There’s four things you can be in life: sober, tipsy, drunk and hungover. Tipsy is the only one that you’re not crying” James Acaster

“What’s that on your shorts?” “Oh - it’s called excitement” Smosh

“Full disclosure - I could just be an arsehole” Smosh

Film Quotes

“To me, you are perfect” - Love, Actually

“I wish I knew how to quit you” - Brokeback Mountain

“If you start crying, I’m gonna have to pretend to start crying” - Gifted ( @beysenpai w/ Chris Evans)

“I’m with you ‘til the end of the line” - Captain America: The Winter Soldier ( @mamaskillerqueen w/ Steve Harrington)

“Most of the time I just want to staple things to her head” - Bridget Jones’ Diary ( @hardforbenhardy w/ Ben Hardy)

“We’re family. We believe in each other. That’s everything” - Bohemian Rhapsody

“Look around: this guy basically lives in a clue board” - Knives Out

“Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours.” - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

"What I'm saying is--and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form--is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way." - When Harry Met Sally ( @acdeaky w/ Ben Hardy)

“You’re loved and have been loved. You’re one of the lucky ones” - Irreplaceable You

#5 seconds of summer #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford #luke hemmings #ben hardy #roger taylor #harry styles #niall horan #louis tomlinson #Richard Madden #taron egerton #chris evans #sebastian stan #stranger things #jake gyllenhaal #courts4KWritingChallenge

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years

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Here With My Friends

MASTERLIST

BenxReader

Description: a guy gets handsy with you at a bar and Ben notices

(hiiiiii i finally and starting on my story ideas list again its been forever im so sorry ily all sm and thank you to @idontbelievethiss for the story idea!!!!)

Word Count: 1,396

A celebration was in order for all of the cast members on Bohemian Rhapsody. Filming had just ended and they were all so thrilled to have made such an amazing film. They were exhausted, yet had adrenaline running through them from finishing the last scene. Rami, your best friend, had planned a night out with everyone and you. You were like Rami’s little sister. He had invited you on set so many times, you lost count. You had gotten super close to each member of the cast, except for one with the name of Ben Hardy. Not that he was mean to you, the two of you just never really clicked. Which was ridiculous, seeing as you had the biggest crush on him. The two of you butt heads a lot. If you said the sky was blue, he would argue and say it was red. Silly stuff like that.

But tonight was about all of them and their newfound success with this film. You were so happy and proud for all of them. You were beaming when you entered the pub and glanced around. You spot them instantly at a table near the bar. You slide off your jacket and straighten your shirt. You wanted to dress nice for tonight and were happy with your getup. You catch Rami’s eye and he smiles widely. He throws his hands up and yells loudly. You can tell he’s already drunk. You laugh as you walk up and he engulfs you into a huge hug.

“Y/n’s here!” he shouts.

You can smell the alcohol on him. You laugh against him and lean away to face him.

“Someone’s having fun!” you say back.

His face is flushed as he smiles widely.

“Someone’s just a lightweight.” jokes Lucy, as she walks up and hugs you tightly.

She was another one of your best friends. You met her through Rami and the two of you instantly clicked. She was like the sister you always wanted.

“I can agree with that.” you joke back, causing her to giggle.

Gwil and Joe walk up as they greet you. You hug them both and tell them congratulations for the movie. You glance over to Ben and he’s sipping on a beer. Unlike the rest of them, he’s not drunk. You’re slightly surprised.

“No shots tonight?” you ask him as you walk up.

He raises a brow and shakes his head, taking in a deep breath.

“Nope. You might could use one.” he says, smirking.

You roll your eyes and fake laugh at his failure of a burn. He teasingly smiles to you and you can’t help but smile back. You walk around him as he stares at you intently. You make your way up to the bar and lean against the counter, trying to get the guys attention. He spots you and walks up. You order a few drinks and thank him. You stand there patiently as you wait. You feel a presence next to you and look over. You half expect it to be one of the boys, but it’s not. It’s some tall brunette man who’s smirking down at you. You half smile back and look away, feeling his eyes still on you.

“Alone, are you?” he asks.

You can smell the booze on his breath. You take an awkward step over, not liking how close he was to you.

“Nope.” you say back. “Here with my friends.”

The man continues to look at you and suddenly turns so now he’s facing you.

“Let me buy you a drink.” he says.

“Already got one, but thank you.”

He raises a brow and nods his head. He looks you up and down as you force yourself to focus forward. He gets even closer and lowers his head to your ear. You freeze as every hair on your body stands up. You didn’t appreciate unwanted men who think they can invade your personal space. His breath is warm on your neck and you shudder.

“How about you and I go for a walk maybe?” he asks, smiling.

You look to him fast and make a disgusted face.

“How about leave me alone?” you ask back, moving farther away.

He only scoots closer. You roll your eyes and turn to tell him to fuck off, but you’re cut off as his hand grabs your arm harshly. He looks up to where your friends are and realizes no one is watching you. He pulls you towards him and looks back to the door. You try to free your arm as panic sets in. This man was huge compared to you. You smack at his arm, but it’s no use.

“Not like they’ll miss you.” he says as he takes a step back, with you still in his arm.

“No!” you shout out.

Yeah, he realized that your friends weren’t looking over at you. But Ben was. You punch at his arm again as tears flood in your eyes. You’re shock subsides as you go to scream out Rami’s name, in hopes he can hear you over this music. But before you can, the man is harshly shoved off of you. You grab your arm and rub the sore spot. Tears flood down your cheeks and you’re shaking profusely. You look over to the man and realize it was Ben who had shoved him from you. He now had him pinned against the wall. Ben’s face was bright red as he screamed at him. He leaned the man forward and shoved him harshly into the wall once more.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her!” he hisses loudly at him.

The man looks terrified as Ben practically shakes with anger. You wrap your arms around yourself as the rest of the gang look over and realize what’s happening. You sob to yourself and just want to leave. Ben then raises his arm back and goes to punch the man.

“Ben!” you cry out.

He’s hears your distressed voice and turns back to look at you quickly. Rami and everyone else are trying to make their way through the crowd to get to you. Ben watches as your scared eyes stare at him, pleading him to help you. He drops his hand and lets go of the man, not taking his eyes off of you. He knew you were terrified and he wanted to comfort you. He runs to you and gently wraps his arms around you. You nuzzle your face into his chest and weep. People around you had seen what happened and they all ganged up on the guy and threw him out. Ben rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head, trying to comfort you.

“You’re alright.” he whispers as he feels you shake. “I’ve got you. You’re alright.”

The rest of the group rush up wide eyed and confused. They look to Ben and he just slowly shakes his head, telling them to not say anything. He had this. They look at you sadly as you sob against him. What had happened was almost traumatizing to you. You lean away and look up to Ben. His big green eyes look worried as he scans over your face. He takes his hand and moves some hair from your eyes. He brushes his thumb over your cheek and wipes away some tears.

“I wanna go home.” you whisper.

He nods quickly and looks back up to the everyone else.

“Alright, yes. I’ll get you a cab-” he goes to say, unsure if he should accompany you or not.

His questions were then answered.

“Will you go with me? I’m too scared to go by myself.”

Ben’s heart swells at your statement and he smiles down to you.

“Of course I’ll go with you. I’ll fight anyone that even looks at you funny.”

You laugh against him which makes him smile. You lean away as he wraps his arm around your shoulders, holding you close to him. He looks back to everyone and nods his head, letting them know you’re okay. The two of you make your way outside and he waves his hand for a cab. You look up to him and stare as he looks around to make sure that guy wasn’t there.

“Thank you.” you say.

He looks down at you fast and gently smiles, pulling you even closer into him.

“Always.”

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bensroger · 5 years

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To celebrate 3000 followers (whew) I wanna do a writing challenge! Basically, you write a fic yourself and post it based off of a prompt below!I know there’s a lot of you who want to write or are afraid to post something, so this gives you a reason, plus it’ll be super fun! I really really wanna read what you guys write! Here are the rules and stuff ♡:

Rules & Info:

• Reblog this post ♥︎

• Send me an ask (or comment/reblog) with borhap boy or queen member (+ Lucy/Mary) and a prompt number. That’s what your fic’s gonna be about :) Also to clarify, you guys are writing, not me!!

•There are currently 24 prompts that range from angst, fluff, & songs! Might add more if needed

• One person per prompt, first come first serve!

• You can write smut if you want to

• It can be multiple parts or just one

• I’ll be making a masterlist of all of the fics!

• Lastly, tag it as #abbys3kfics and tag me in your fic so I can see it!!

• The deadline is Feburary 23rd

Prompts are below the cut!

Angst Prompts:

1. You’ll fuck me but you won’t (go out with/date/marry) me... (@lana-delcatty with Mary)

2. My biggest regret was loving you. (@marvellouslynerdy with Brian)

3. And even when I leave you, I will still be with you, in your memories. (@mamaskillerqueen with Ben!Roger)

4. I’m not coming home, don’t look for me. (@trickster-may with Brian)

5. The phone calls aren’t the same... I can hear in your voice that it’s not the same anymore. (@killerqueenrogertaylor with Roger)

6. Is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a Tuesday afternoon? (@rogertaylorsbitontheside with Roger)

7. But that’s it isn’t it? I’m just the girl who fell hopelessly in love with someone who will never love her back. ( @imaginingmarvelandeverything with Roger)

8. Just stay here with me... Stay here with me for one more night. (@queens-n-roses with Roger)

9. I’ll let you down. I will always let you down. I’m not enough for you to be satisfied. (@ange-must-die with Brian)

10. Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it. (@oohlovergirl with Roger)

11. I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction. (@fourmisfitz with Roger)

12. I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what it’ll lead to, and I don’t want that to come. (@grapesgrapesgrapesgrapes with Ben)

13. I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!(@hystericalrogertaylor with Ben)

14. This whole time you’ve still been in love with (him/her)... Not me...(@rogahtayiah with Brian)

15. Someone like you doesn’t just fall in love with someone like me... (@itsokaytobesadsometimes with Ben!Roger)

Fluff Prompts:

16. Ssh, stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair. (@inlovewithmycardboardben with Brian)

17. If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you. @radioblahblahh with Brian)

18. That’s great to hear since I am in love with you. (@hanginwithmanerds with Roger)

19. Well, distance does make the heart grow fonder. (@benhardyroger with Ben!Roger)

20. You look...you look very nice. Beautiful, I mean. Damn, why can’t I speak?(@ohsososophisticatedd with Roger)

21. But I want to hear you sing. (@happy-at-home with Deaky)

22. I’m sorry I stole your favorite sweater... But it smelled like you and I missed you while you were gone. (@writingfortoomanyfandoms with Roger)

23. Falling in love with you wasn’t apart of my life plan, but I don’t regret that I did. (@norisyismeh with Deaky)

24. Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way. (@roger1na with Deaky)

25. What? No! I wasn’t staring... I-I was looking at something behind you! (@gwilymbenjoerami with Gwilym)

26. No I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed. (@poachedhazontoast with Gwilym)

27. I’m not jealous! It’s just... You’re mine! (@westansstuff with Roger)

28. I’m really glad you’re comfortable, but my arm’s starting to fall asleep. (@somebooty-tolove with Roger)

29. Out of all the idiots in this world, I love you the most. (@softlyhardy with Roger)

30. Be more careful next time, I don’t want to bandage you up again. (@goodoldfashioned-queen with Deaky)

31. God, I can’t pay attention to anything else but you. (@killer-queen-with-gunpowder with Deaky)

Song Prompts:

* can be inspired by, lyrics mixed in, or follow the song completely, up to you!

32. Jealousy by Queen (@getagriponmyboyracerrollbar with Ben!Roger)

33. Ghost of You by 5SOS (@caviar-cigarettes with Roger)

34. One of Us by ABBA (@captainxmoony with Roger)

35. Angel Eyes by ABBA (@snacfu with Joe/Rami)

36. imagine by Ariana Grande (@zairapvrker with Ben!Roger)

37. Love of My Life by Queen (@blogbykate with Ben!Roger)

38. You’re My Best Friend by Queen ( @goldentattco with Ben!Roger)

39. Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight) by ABBA (@fatbottomedbitch with Roger)

40. Happier - Ed Sheeran (@blushy-monkey with Ben!Roger)

41. Somebody to Love - Queen (@roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg with Roger)

42. Dreamer’s Ball - Queen (@queenie-aus with Freddie)

43. Only Angel - Harry Styles (@queen-bunnyears with Roger)

44. SOS by ABBA (@deakydeckme with Joe)

45. Killer Queen by Queen (@fatbottomedgorl with Roger)

46. Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen (@itssaje with Roger)

Send a Name and Number Here!!! Or comment/reblog it don’t matter

#abbys3kfics #pls don't let this flop

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1waveshortofashipwreck · 5 years

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Sorry it’s so late! Thank you @the-queens-of-chaos for tagging me!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Two authors and an archangel!

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few minutes ago at the Game of Thrones series finale 😭

3. Do you have kids?

No, I want them in the future though!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

no, never in my life 😏

5. What’s the first thing that people notice about you?

People tend to say my personality, something about being really outgoing or easy to talk to usually

6. What’s your eye color?

Blue!

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

Why not both?

8. Any special talents?

I tend to be able to read people’s emotions well, I’m also really good at BS-ing homework assignments 😅

9. Where were you born?

Virginia, USA!

10. What are your hobbies?

Watching YouTube is a big one, but I also like to draw and bullet journal

I also may or may not be writing a Queen/Game of Thrones fanfic

11. Do you have any pets?

2 dogs and 2 cats!

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I played basketball in middle school and I ice skated for a little while, but after that the closest I got to sports was color guard in the marching band

13. How tall are you?

5′4″!

14. Favorite subject in school?

In high school probably English, in college anything related to my psychology degree

15. Dream job?

CEO of a psychiatric hospital!!

Thank you again for the tag!!! I tag @freddiefansworld @browneyedfloozy @sassymaylor @fatbottomed-gurl @anotheronebitesthedick @anotheronebitesthedeacon @jazz-playing-queer @ilovemycrayons @acetrivial @cremebruleecandle @sitonmyhot-seatoflove @jmjd-lover @lesbian-deaky @queen-bunnyears and @queengavemeasheerheartattack 💖

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queen-bunnyears · 3 years

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Drawings and dates ~ Tom Holland

Pairing: Single dad!Tom Holland x teacher!reader

Summary: I had a situation quite like this without the whole date thing, so I got inspired and wrote a short thing inspired by it.

Wordcount: 900

Warnings: Divorce, and I think that’s it. No swearing in this one!

“Hey sorry, do you have a minute?” you looked up from the math sheets you were grading. You had planned to check them straight after your class had made them while they had playtime. But the weather had been beautiful, and you didn’t have the heart to let the children play inside all monday afternoon.

“Ehm yeah sure,” you said to the young man who had popped his head around the door of your classroom. He walked in, and behind him trailed one of your students. His name was Adam, a small boy with brown eyes and a mop of dark curls.

“Hey Adam,” you smiled at him. Adam hid behind the man his legs. You had never seen the man who was with him, but it wasn’t hard to guess who he was. Adam looked exactly like his dad.

“And you are Adam’s dad, I presume?”

“Yeah, my name is Tom, we haven’t met yet,”

“Hello Tom,” you said, putting down your pen, “I am Adam’s teacher, Y/n. How can I help you?” Tom turned to Adam, nudging him forward.

“Adam, do you wanna tell Miss Y/n why we are here?” The boy shook his head and hid behind his dad’s legs again. “You sure?” Tom asked, looking at his son.

“Well then I will tell her,” he said, and Adam nodded. “We are here because of last friday.”

You immediately realised what he was talking about. Last week Adam didn’t want to play along with hide and seek, and when you talked to him about having to do things together he cussed at you and had tried to kick you. Accidents like this didn’t happen often, but Adam seemed a bit uneasy lately. You tried to talk to his mom about it, but she had dismissed it.

“Adam wanted to give you something, didn’t you?” Tom took Adam’s hand and led him to your desk. Adam put a colourful drawing on it, and immediately hid behind his dad’s legs again.

“Adam,” his dad said, stepping away so Adam was facing you again. “You were going to say something to her as well, weren’t you?” Adam looked at you. You kept quiet, but made sure to keep a warm smile on your face.

“Sorry miss Y/n,”

“Sorry for what?” Tom pushed.

“Sorry for saying bad words and kicking,” Adam mumbled.

“Well Adam, apology accepted,” you said, “Thank you for the lovely drawing.” You picked it up and tried to figure out what it was supposed to be. Tom cleared his throat.

“Adam and I drew something he does like to do outside,”

“Did you?” you asked Adam. “What did you draw?”

“Me and Kyle on the swings,” Adam said proudly. He pointed at his drawing, which indeed vaguely looked like something that could be a swingset.

“It’s beautiful,” you laughed.

“Well done Adam. You can go play with Kyle now, I will pick you up at five,” Adam ran out of the door, but not before hugging his dad tightly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Sorry for the disturbance,”

“Don’t worry about it. Now you are here, do you mind if I ask some questions about Adam? I only ever talk to his mother.” you pointed at a seat, an invitation for him to sit down. He did.

“Yeah sure, ask anything,”

“How much has he suffered from your divorce?” You asked tentatively. Tom looked up, looking for judgement in your voice or face, but you looked genuinely interested.

“It’s been a bit of a mess. I tried to keep him out of it but his mother pressed for sole custody. And I didn’t want to lose my son,”

“I see. The reason I ask this is because of his behaviour lately. He has been upset a lot, and easily angered. Today was the first time in a month he seemed more at ease.”

“I won the custody battle in court last week. Or actually, the first round. So it’s the first week he is with me again. She won’t be getting full custody. But Kathy is still trying to make him favour her.”

“So?” you softly pressed.

“So she doesn’t really seem to correct him, and he told me he hadn’t eaten much veggies over the last weeks. That is part of why I made him apologise today, I want him to behave nicely,” what Tom said made sense. It matched with what you noticed in Adam the last month.

“That explains a lot actually. How often is he with you?”

“With the new settlement Monday to Wednesday at hers, Thursday to Sunday at mine,”

“Thank you for your honesty, sir Holland,”

“Please say Tom,” he corrected you.

“Okay Tom,” you smiled. “One last question.”

“Please ask,” he said, a soft look of worry in his eyes.

“Can you help with the Santa cookies bake next Friday afternoon? I still need a parent who can help me. Twenty-five kids baking cookies is a bit much for me,” you smiled. He returned

“I’d love to. Can you text me the details?” He returned your smile in earnest, and all of a sudden you saw him for what he was. A very handsome man. it unsettled you, parents, even single ones, shouldn’t be handsome in your eyes.

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“And now he will be there Friday and it really shouldn’t be such a big deal but,” you said to Daisy.

“But it is because he is handsome and caring and single,”

“And he is the father of one of my students. So I really shouldn’t.”

“I think you should,” she said, taking a sip of her tea. Your phone buzzed, and you looked on your phone, and nearly dropped it when you saw it.

Hi Y/n, this is Tom. The bake is next week, and I was wondering if you’d like to tell me the details over a cup of coffee tomorrow?

Part 2

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Tea and pasta ~ Tom Holland

Pairing: Single dad!Tom Holland x teacher!reader

Summary: Part two to “Drawings and Dates”, where Tom and you have a few dates. Hope you like it! If you are interested in a possible part three let me know!

Wordcount: 1800+

Warnings: Kissing, small talk about sex, one swearword max and divorce.

“Hey,” you looked up from your cup of tea to see Tom standing next to your table, “I am so sorry I’m late, my mum was late and,-”

“It’s okay Tom, sit down,” you said, smiling softly. He seemed nervous, fidgeting with his hands. Your heart pounded as well. You hadn’t had a date in weeks, and with a man like him? The only thing you knew about him was his son.

“How was your week?” he asked after ordering a cup of tea for himself.

“It was nice, I had a match last night,”

“A match? What do you play?”

“Volleyball, our home matches are always Thursday Night.”

“Volleyball is awesome!” he said, and he told you about playing on the beach with his friends. By the time you both got a second cup of tea you knew a whole lot more about Tom. He was passionate about acting, telling you a lot of funny anecdotes from set. But when he was talking about his son, family and friends his eyes shined brighter than the sun. The love he had for Adam was endearing, it made your insides feel mushy and soft. You told him about how you came to teaching, your love for children and seeing them grow.

“Oh gosh is it this late already? Sorry Tom I still need to prepare my lessons for tomorrow,” you said, putting your phone in your bag, taking your wallet out. You signalled the waiter you wanted to pay, but Tom put his hand over yours.

“Let me pay, a thank you for this lovely afternoon,” he said, looking into your eyes.

“Thank you Tom. I had a great time as well,” He leaned in, was he going to kiss you? No, a small kiss on your cheek. It disappointed you a bit, but you knew it was for the best. Kissing him here, after the first date was a bit soon. But you wanted to.

“See you next time,” he whispered in your ear.

“What?” Daisy’s voice rang way too loud through the teachers room.

“Hush Dais, it’s nothing, please keep your voice down,” you hurried to say, putting your hand over her mouth.

“It’s nothing?!? You had three dates since you met last Thursday sday and you call that nothing? That is three dates in six days,”

“I know, it just feels so easy with him,”

“Are you going to his place tonight?” Daisy asked, opening a pack of biscuits.

“Yeah we are going to have dinner,” you said, giving her a cup of tea, before pouring your own.

“Doesn’t Adam come to his house tonight?”

“No their arrangement is that she takes him to school Thursday morning, and he picks him up,”

“Great. Not that he is’t a sweet boy, but if you and mister perfect are gonna have sex he would be a bit in your way.” Daisy said, taking a careful sip of her tea.

“Sex? Daisy please,”

“No Tom please,” She giggled, and you felt your cheeks heating. Shame or because of the idea of you and Tom having sex? “Come on you kissed on the second date right?” she continued.

“Yeah when he dropped me off at home,”

“Well, we both know it’s time for sex to happen.” she said as if it were a fact. You softly hit her on her arm, but you failed to hold in your laughter.

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“Don’t forget, do not change or god forbid add anything, just heat it up!” A boy with brown hair walked out of the lawn you had just decided to be Toms. He saw you standing next to your car and smiled.

“Are you Y/n?” you nodded. “Have fun tonight, I hope you like pasta.” He laughed and got into the car behind yours. You walked into Tom's lawn, ringing his doorbell. Tom’s house was small, in a very cute and proper neighborhood. Houses here were expensive, everybody wanted to live here because of the location and the pretty houses. There were christmas lights in the windows, and the curtains were a nice, navy colour. The door swung open and he stood on the other side. He pulled you in for a short kiss and took the bottle of wine from your hands.

“You brought a cabernet sauvignon? Amazing, Sam was just mocking me because I only had Merlot and it wouldn’t be good with the pasta,” He laughed while stepping aside so you could get into his house, “You could have at least gotten the right wine,” he mocked his brother in a high voice.

“So that was Sam,” you said, following him into his living room.

“Yeah it was, He came here to drop off our dinner,”

“Our dinner?”

“Yeah he is like a chef and my cooking skills are very mediocre so he offered to make us pasta. Although he told me this would be the first and last time so if you like it a lot you should probably date him.” he laughed.

“I am very curious to taste this pasta,” you said.

And it was amazing. Perfectly balanced, flavourful and better than any you had before. But better than the sauce was Tom. He was charming, kept making you laugh at the worst times, and listened to your stories. It was perfect. All of your previous dates had been great, but now at his own home he was even better. He felt at ease, and he made you feel at ease too. After dinner you sat down on the couch.

“Would you like some tea?” he asked, softly pecking your lips and wrapping his arms around you. You returned his kiss, chasing after his lips when he broke it too soon. He chuckled and gave you a small kiss on your nose.

“Let’s make some tea,” he said. After he had put the kettle on you eagerly wrapped your arms around him, looking into his eyes.

“God I feel like a teenager with a crush,” he laughed, resting his head on your shoulder. You softly hummed in reply. “I really like you. I do,” he continued, looking at your face anxiously, “I understand if you don’t feel the same, I mean, I am a trying-to-get-divorced father. Not the most-” you broke his sentence by putting your finger against his lips.

“Tom, would I be here, in your kitchen on a wednesday night if I wasn’t sure it was worth it? I like you too,” you said, “Dating with the father of one of my students would be a bit risky if I didn’t feel good about it.”

He sighed in relief. Then he finally pressed his lips against yours. You had kissed before, and ever since Monday afternoon you had been wanting to do it again. Tom was an exquisite kisser. He kissed you like it was all he wanted to do, like he would be perfectly content kissing you for the rest of his life. You knew you would be. Your senses were sent into overdrive. His scent, the feel and taste of his lips, his hair underneath your hand on the nape of his neck. His soft sighs when you softly tugged on his hair, his chuckle when you moaned as he softly bit on your lip. You were pressing his body closer to yours, trying to feel more, to get more.

But then that stupid, stupid kettle was done and whisled falsely through the room. Tom carefully let you go, pouring tea in weird mismatching christmas cups. Sitting on the couch your conversation from dinner easily resumed. Then the bell rang. Tom got up, patting your thigh and putting down your thigh.

“I have no clue who that could be,” he said. You stayed in the living room, deciding to clean up your dinner plates in the kitchen while Tom went to the door.

“Kathy? Adam?” you heard his voice, “Hi buddy, what are you doing here?” the moment he talked to Adam his voice went soft.

“I don’t have time to take him to school tomorrow so you can do it,”

“What? “ Tom said, “Adam, why don’t you go into the living room.” you heard Adam shuffle inside, opening the living room door. When you walked out of the kitchen he squealed and ran towards you.

“Miss Y/n! Daddy miss Y/n is here,” he said, laughing and he gave you a hug. You took his backpack off and helped him out of his coat and hat.

“Hey Adam. You wanna have something to drink?” when he enthusiastically nodded you took him into the kitchen for a cup of tea. You hoped the kitchen would be out of earshot, so he wouldn’t hear Kathy who immediately spoke.

“You have a girl over Tom? Is this a bad timing?” Kathy laughed cold. Tom wanted to slam the door in her face, but he kept calm, slowly counting to ten in his head.

“Yeah I do, listen Kathy you can’t just bring him over unannounced,”

“You wanted to see Adam more didn’t you? It’s not such a big deal, stop whining.”

“Co parenting only works when you keep the promises you made Kathy. See you next week,” he knew he sounded cold, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The door closed in her face, and he walked back into the living room.

Soft voices came from the kitchen, and when he opened the door Y/n sat there, drinking a cup of tea with Adam, who was cheerily chatting about his new lego set he had upstairs in his bedroom. You looked up when he came in, softly smiling. Adam hopped down his chair and gave his dad a hug.

“Daddy, can I show miss Y/n my lego duplo prince castle?” Tom laughed, taking Adam’s empty cup out of his hands.

“If she wants to,” he said, both boys looking at you for approval. You nodded and followed Adam up the stairs, while Tom picked up Adam’s backpack. Adam had an impressive lego collection. You smiled at the lego death star on the shelf above his bed.

“I believe you told me about that one, didn’t you?” Tom already opened his mouth to answer when he saw you looking at Adam.

“Yeah Daddy and I built it last Christmas,” Adam said, and he showed you his new castle next, and after that all his plushies. Tom’s heart warmed when he saw you play along with Adam.

“Hey, thanks for looking after him while I talked to Kathy,” Tom walked into the kitchen. When Tom had decided it was bedtime for Adam, you had gone downstairs to wash the dishes while they did their night routine.

“It’s fine Tom. Is he asleep now?”

“Yeah I read a book and he fell asleep halfway through the first page,” he said, with a big smile on his face. “I am sorry for this,-” he wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s okay Tom, really,” you said, turning around to look at him. You had a million things you wanted to say to him, but when he kissed you, your mind went blank. You really had it bad, and in that moment you decided you didn’t mind that at all.

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Murder on your mind ~ Tom Holland

Pairing: DCI!Tom Holland x DI!reader

Summary: Inspired by my love for B99, and my guilty pleasures Silent Witness and Luther. What more can I say.

Wordcount: 5,4k+

Warnings: This is about a serial murder investigation, so it does discuss murder, violence, a chase, guns and shotwounds, a caraccident, unconciousness. They swear. Mentions of alcohol. A small kiss.

Okay if you need help understanding uk police ranks, (I did) I looked it up. So we have a chief inspector who in this case is the highest rank. Directly under him come the DCI’s (Detective Chief Inspector). Then a DI, (Detective inspector) and for today the only other rank I use is an officer, which is lower in rank than the others.

“And then the remaining time of today's briefing is for DCI Osterfield, he has a case he would like to discuss,” your boss says. Harrison stands up from his seat, and picks up the clicker for the screen.

“Thank you, Miss Carter. So, anyone who likes to take a guess about the crime?” he asks, and immediately hands fly up. “It was committed just an hour ago. Janssen?”

“Money laundering,” Janssens confident voice thunders through the room. He often wins these betting games, but mostly because nine out of ten times it is indeed money laundering. Harrison shakes his head.

“Too bad, it is definitely a big break in,” Claire says next to you. You shake your head. For a break in he would be talking with the uniform officers, he wouldn’t have needed to discuss it. Unless the stolen items are over a million, but then the news would surely have spread across the city already, and the new apps hadn’t put anything online yet.

“Hostage situation?” Jimmy shouts from the desk behind you. Jimmy always wants it to be hostages, because he is the only negotiator at the station. But hostages are way too uncommon, the chief would have told you about it. You know what it is the moment Harrison points at you.

“Too bad, you are all wrong. Y/n, like to take a last guess?”

“Murder,” you say, clicking your pen and closing your notebook. You cock your head to the side, “And it must be real nasty if you wanna discuss it,”

“Bingo! So we have a big ol’ murder on our hands,” Harrison says, clicking to the next powerpoint slide. A photograph of a bloody crime scene comes up. “And it is not just on our hands,” he clicks and points dramatically to the man who comes up on the screen, “This is Tom Holland, DCI in Southwest London. He is gonna be helping me because,” the next slide shows three almost identical scenes. “It’s a serial!”

“Ohh Tom is a handsome colleague. I would love to do a stake-out with him, if you know what I mean,” Jimmy bends over his desk and whispers to you. You shake your head laughing.

“Jimmy, you have a problem in need of fixing. Have you tried going on a date?” you whisper back. You don’t move quickly enough, and his playful slap hits you on the back of your head.

“For the record, you are way too excited about this,” Claire says, and DCI Osterfield blushes slightly.

“I just want to catch him, and not be a total mood ruiner while informing you,” he replies, clicking to the end of the slideshow.

“Does anyone recognise something from an old case? He works really neat, so Holland thinks it might be someone who has done it before,” The briefing room stays quiet as no one answers. You shrug your shoulders.

“Well please dig in your memory today, anything you remember might help. We have to solve this. I will need assistance, and chief told me detective Y/l/n has just closed her last case. Wanna help me?”

“Yeah sure,” you say, folding your hands underneath your head. The pictures look awful, and nothing like you have ever dealt with.

“Great, we leave for the crime scene after this,” Harrison says, and you nod at him, “Okay, that concludes the discussion. If press asks you about it, direct them to me or to the PR people, don’t tell them anything,” he walks back to his desk while Carter stands up.

“Good luck today, don’t forget to apply for the training day next week,”

“Okay so what is the deal Haz?” you ask. You sit in the car, on your way to the crime scene. He drives, and you drink from the Starbucks cup in your hand, trying to get them to warm up. Police cars are always terribly cold.

“There were three murders last week in Southwest, and tonight one on our area. As you saw in the pictures, it is all done almost precisely the same. So naturally we have to go there, because it’s our area, but the DCI from Southwest will be joining us as well, because he has worked this case for days now,”

“Do you know him?”

“Tom and I were together in high school, and at the Academy. We are good friends. He is an excellent detective,” Harrison tells you. Harrison was in the year above you at the academy, but you never really interacted with classes other than your own. You fall silent, not having much else to say. Your mind goes to the slide show of the victims. All the same position, almost the same place of impact. The photograph of this morning's victim flashes before your eyes.

“Any info on the victim already?”

“Sally Stars, 33, she is a tourist from the US,” you see the image of her again. Small woman wearing a yellow raincoat, lying on her back. Her shoes next to her body, no bag or anything. A big red spot on her chest where the bullet pierced her skin. One shot, quick kill.

“Where in the US?”

“Phoenix, Arizona,” That tells you precisely nothing. Although you don’t know what you hoped for.

“Other similarities between this case and the others, beside how they look?”

“All of them are tourists. It is a drama, working together with all the embassies,” he sounds bitter. The happy, teasing Harrison is gone now. At the station you can joke around, but as soon as you go out it becomes serious business. You hope this case can be solved quickly.

“DCI Holland, please let me through,” you hear a voice say. You look up to see the man from the photograph walking up to you. Removing your gloves you come up from your crouching position next to the victim.

“Goodmorning DCI Holland,” you extend your hand and he shakes it. You put your globes back on while you introduce yourself, “I am detective inspector Y/n Y/l/n. I will be helping you and DCI Osterfield with the case,”

“Great,” he says, before turning away to Harrison. “Please tell me there is anything different on this one,”

“Not as far as I can see Tom,” Harrison says, a thoughtful look in his eyes, “but you know more of the case, does anything seem different to you?” Tom takes his time inspecting the crime scene. He lifts things, ruffles through the bagged evidence and asks for some extra pictures. When he returns to Harrison and you his face looks almost angry.

“It seems like everything is the same,’ he says, suddenly he slams his hands down, “the fucker did it again. No fucking mistakes, how does he do it?”

“Something will come up,” Harrison says. You look around you, staring at the forensic experts who were bagging the evidence. The answer had to be here somewhere. Then you see a young man bag something a few metres from the body, at the edge of the scene.

“Hey, wait!” you scream, and you walk over to him, carefully stepping on the cleared ground. You almost smiled at what you saw, “Is that a,-”

“A phone,” DCI Holland says and he hurries over to where you are standing. You grab the bag from the stunned mans hands, and take out the phone. It feels icy cold through your gloves, and you see water drops on the side.

“It is soaked from dew and the rain this morning, I hope the lab can get something out of this,” you say, handing it over to Harrison, “It’s turned off, please keep it that way. If they dry it properly it might still work and that makes everything much easier.”

“This is new, the other bodies didn’t have a phone on them,”

“It’s his first mistake,” Harrisons says. You frown.

“Why do you think it is a man?”

“A wild guess, wanna bet on it?” he replies absently. Then he gives you the phone back, “what do you think of this? Does it tell you anything?”

“Old iphone, not a special model, Iphone 5. The case suggests that she is a big Harry Potter fan, that could explain why she was in Londen,” you take the case off the phone and grab the wet piece of paper that sits behind it, “And I wager she has a room in a hotel near Victoria's station. These are directions from there. To the right, past Victoria theatre, and so on. Call the station, they should be able to find the hotel,”

“That’s not right,” Tom says. His mouth is a thin stripe, and his forehead is wrinkled in a frown.

“Sorry what?”

“They already found her hotel room, near Covent Garden,”

“Then were would this lead to?” you wonder, inspecting the note closer.

“That is a very good question.” DCI Holland says, and he walks away. You stare at the piece of paper, as if it would start speaking if you look at it enough.

“Well, let’s go to this adress then,” Harrison says. You take a photograph of the paper and carefully put the phone back in the evidence bag. The ride is quiet, both you and Harrison deep in thoughts about the murder.

“Hello, I am detective inspector Y/l/n, and this is my colleague DCI Osterfield,” you show your badge to the man at the front desk. “We have some questions for you, regarding an ongoing case. Have you seen this woman?”

He inspects the photograph carefully and looks at Harrison. “Yes sir, I saw her yesterday. She came in to rent a safety box for a week. I can show you, although you need her permission to open it, or an official order.”

Harrison looks at you, and you shrug. “Shouldn’t be a problem. Can we see the box please?” he asks, putting his badge back in his pocket.

“Of course sir, follow me.”

“Nothing interesting in the locker, nothing in her hotel room. The first conversations with her family shows nothing of interest. There is no connection between them. Just the tourist thing. So based on that we have to assume he is killing at random,” Harrison is on the phone. He has big blue circles underneath his eyes. Probably matching yours. The second day on a murdur case is always heavy, as most of the evidence is processed, and the first results from the lab come in. You hear some murmurs on the other side and Harrison ends the call. He looks at you.

“Tom is on his way to us. He will bring his map of evidence and everything he gathered with the old cases,” you nod absently, looking at the giant board filled with photos, and the map. Red dots and lines all over the place, but it doesn’t make sense yet.

“Tourists don’t know the city well, so he might be able to guide them somewhere under false pretenses,” you say, “So maybe a cabbie? Who else moves anonymously through the city like that? I wanna see the CCTV,”

“There was no CCTV in the other cases,” Harrison tells you while typing on his laptop, “But we are lucky, they just placed a new camera at the shop across from the entrance of the park. They might have something. The officer should have sent,-” his voice trails off when he opens his mail and sees the file. Behind Harrison you see the door open and DCI Holland walks into the room. Harrison looks up.

“Tom, great, we were just going to watch the CCTV I texted about,” he starts the recording. The street on the screen is empty. “This is 21:00. Forensics guess she died around midnight,”

The screen stays empty as the video goes on to 21:00. At 22:38 a man walks through the screen with his dog. The small clock in the corner ticks through, 23:00, 23:30, 00:00. Just as Harrison wants to stop it you see something move in the corner.

“There,” you point at the bicycle that comes into view. A man is riding it, and when he turns into the park you and Tom see it at the same time. You shoot up, pausing the screen. 01:04.

“That’s her,” Tom says. Limp, on the back of the bicycle sits a woman, “is she conscious?”

“I don't think so, see here, he hits a bump and she doesn’t react at all,” Harrison says, playing the shot again.

“Does he return later?” you watch the remainder of the video three times, but nothing appears.

“He is smart, uses another exit. Who knows what happened after this, we need more on him,” you say, noting the times and details in your book.

“First we need to know who he is. Did they run facial recognition already?” Tom asks, turning to look at Harrison, who shakes his head.

“No, we are the first to see this material. Get the boss, I want to run this man through the system immediately.”

“I know him,” Carter says. She sits up straight in her chair and starts the tape again. She pauses it right as the mans face is in view. “Jason Sanders, ex police officer. He used to work for me back in the 90’s. He has grown older, but I am like 99% sure it’s him.”

“If he is an ex copper his face should be in the system,” Tom says. You just nod, noting down the name, and opening your laptop to start a google search. Two clicks and you are on his facebook profile.

“Yes he is a perfect match. Look at these pictures,”

“Okay, I want Claire to run a background check,” Harrison says, pointing at her. “Names, friends, family, address, possible gun registration, workplace. I want to know everything you can find. First, run his face through the system, I want to be sure it's him,”

“Sure, that should take about an hour,” she immediately opens her laptop and starts typing. Tom clears his throat.

“So, two of us have to go to the lab and talk with the forensic experts. And one needs to go through the three cases, see if we can find a new link. I have stared at the cases for hours now so I think it’s best if one of you takes a fresh look.”

“I will do it,” Harrison replies just a second quicker than you, “Y/n can go with you to the lab. I believe Henry will do the post-mortem, so she is probably happy to go with you.”

“I will tell you one more time Haz, no funny business between me and Henry,” you say with a stern look on your face, but you smile afterwards. Harrison always jokes about the doctor at the lab who has a small crush on you. In return you tease him endlessly about the defense attorney who is just a bit too sweet and open to Harrison for it to be professional.

“Well if the two of you are done wasting time can we leave, Y/l/n?” Tom is at the door quickly walking outside, but his harsh look doesn’t go unnoticed by you and Harrison. Harrisons shrugs his shoulders and you follow Tom through the door.

“Can you tell us anything interesting?” you ask Henry who is standing in front of a big window that shows the postmortem room. You look inside, shivering at the sight of the body on the table with all it’s organs stashed neatly beside it.

“There are so many interesting things to tell,” he laughs at Tom’s annoyed face, “Let’s get to business,”

“Please,’ Tom sighs, causing you to roll your eyes at Henry behind his back. Henry points to the large body bag on a table in the far corner of the room.

“That’s her. Full postmortem will be done tomorrow, it’s busy, but here is what we already can confirm. Victim is female, nothing weird about her body or anything like that. He probably killed her with that one clean shot. She has been drugged, we found alcohol and ketamine in her blood,”

“Just like the others,” you add. Henry nods and walks through the lab to a screen. He clicks on some buttons. A file opens, and you see a tinder profile and some messages.

“But Jackie ran tests on her phone, and there was a damned good reason he kept the other two.” You look up interested at those words, nodding to Henry to continue, “She was on Tinder, trying to make friends to go out with during her stay. She has texts with a man whom she had a date with last night. He called himself James, and had a random model photo on his profile,”

“Did you run that profile through the computer? Anything?”

“We can’t track the phone that belongs to the profile. We are waiting for access to the profile so we can see his other messages, that should be here later this afternoon. There is a possibility this is the way he finds and contacts his victims,”

“Shit” you say. Tom looks at the text chain unmoving. “Holland, are you okay? This could be a breakthrough.”

“Yes, could be. But we know nothing yet. Nothing is sure,” he says curtly. He walks to the door. “You let us know when the rest of the data is in,” he opens the door, gesturing for you to come after him. You stretch slowly, and smile at Henry.

“Thank you so much for your hard work, this could really mean much for the case,” you say, sending a provoking look towards Tom, “And I am sure my colleague here is just as thankful, don’t mind him, he has a bad day.”

“No problem Y/n, see you later,” Henry replies, sending a broad smile your way. You nod one last time before following Tom outside.

“What was that?” the anger in his voice is apparent. You smile sweetly and pat him on the shoulder.

“That, DCI Holland,” you pause shortly and look him in the eye, “was common decency. Be kind to the lab, and they will be kind to you. That applies to more things actually,”

“Don’t tell me what to do,”

“Don’t be unkind then,” you say, smiling at him, ignoring the irritation that burns within you. Damn that man. But you have dealt with a lot of unkind, bitchy police officers in your days, you won’t let him bring you down. You walk towards the car, grabbing the key from Holland's hand. “I’ll drive,”

Stakeouts are your least favourite part of being a detective. Nothing is worse than sitting the entire day, hoping for something to happen. You always called it the most boring aspect of your job. Even paperwork was more exciting. Problem was, you were very good at stakeouts. You somehow always noticed the change in a pattern that pointed to whatever you were looking for.

You sit across Harrison, your teacups on the table between you. The cafe is extremely busy, but you barely hear the noise around you. Your head is in filter modus. Tinder hadn’t yet given access to the account, so you and Harrison went to the place “James” had met up with Sally. You have been sitting here all day, going over some paperwork to pass the time, and with every hour your hope of seeing the person who pretended to be “James” dies a bit.

“What do you think will happen if tinder James is not Jason?” you wonder, stirring in your tea. Harrison looks up at your words.

“Well I am sure it has to be him. All the clues point to him,” he says, taking a sip of his tea. “The CCTV, suspects report, psychology sketch, background. His clean kills, any good copper knows how to clean up after himself. And we can’t find him at his home, because his wife kicked him out,”

“Good for her,” you mumble. Harrison chuckles, chugs the remainder of his tea and puts his papers in his bag. “Wait where are you going?”

“To the office. Tom is here to do the rest of the day with you. It’s only two hours.” he says. He gets up and stands up. He walks away, then turns around. He puts his hand on your shoulder. “Try not to kill him please,”

“Ha ha. I will try,” you say,

The hours with Tom are absolutely boring. He doesn’t even really look at you, let alone talk to you. And again, no one shows up. When the cafe closes you and Tom pack up your stuff, and walk outside. Then you feel your phone buzz. The screen flashes; Henry.

“Hey Henry”

“Are you in a car?”

“Almost, why?”

“Get in there and drive to Borough Market,” you turn to Tom and start walking faster.

“Get in the car Tom!” you almost shout as you run towards the driver side. Your emergency senses kick in, adrenaline courses through your body.

“We got to his profile, he has a meeting there in less than 10 minutes. Seventeen year old Canadian girl,”

“Shit,” you curse, and you slam the car door behind you. Your fingers fumble to get the key in the lock, but when you have it you immediately drive away. Tom hasn’t even closed his door properly. You put Henry on speaker and push on the button you put your sirens on. In front of you the cars make way for you.

“We’re driving, tell me everything,”

“We just got access to his profile, and we saw the meeting. At Borough market, 6 PM by the fudge stand. Harrison is at the station, he won’t make it in time. Look for Jason, and the girl has blonde hair, blue eyes. Her Tinder says she is nineteen, but we looked her up and she is seventeen. Harrison told me you two are closer, so hopefully you’ll be on time. He is on his way. I have to go,” you hear the beep that signals Henry has ended the call, and you take a quick left.

“Do you need me to navigate?” Tom asks. He is checking his gun, and picks a weapon stick from the glove compartment. You start to shake your head, but then you nod.

“It’s rush hour, could you check the streets I need to avoid?” you are calm now, your initial surge of energy is slowly leaving your body, making room for your more rational side. Tom is looking through his maps, and reassures you that you’ll be fine with the usual route. No detours.

“Could you check my gun Tom?” you ask, and you lean forward so he can grab it from your belt. He hesitates. “Come on I ask you to. You won’t even touch me. Quickly now ‘cause we are almost there,” He grabs the gun and starts to check it. You see you are getting closer to your destination, so you switch off the sirens. No need to alert everyone you are coming. Two minutes later you see Borough Market appear.

“Okay we both get out and walk to the stand. Do you know where it is?” Tom shakes his head. You park the car, put your gun back in your belt and cover it with your coat. “Luckily I do. Follow me, stay close, we don’t want to attract attention.” You walk towards him and he wraps his arm around you so you are close to him. It is an old tactic, one you have done about a million times with Harrison. You look like an uninteresting couple, and your heads are close, so whispering is easy. Perfect cover. But you feel Tom’s arm burning through your coat. That never happens with Harrison.

“Okay, lead the way,” he says, you shake your head to get rid of your thoughts and you start walking towards the market. You see the fudge stand, but no one suspicious around there. It’s busy, the market is closing soon, and the sellers are trying to sell their last bits.

“Do you see anything?” Tom asks, and you shake your head. You see a plate with testers for fudge and you walk over there. With the fudge in your hand you seize the opportunity to stand still and observe the whole market. Then you feel Tom shake your shoulder.

“There, at six.” you slowly look to your six o’clock, and you see a young girl. “She matches the description. We ought to approach her,” Tom says. You nod and step towards the girl, but then you freeze. At the other side of the market, close to your car, you see a man. Jason. You are sure, and then you see him dragging another young girl with him.

“Tom it's not her, there he is,” you don’t realise you are running until you feel yourself push people out of the way. Jason and the girl are about 50 metres away from you, but there are many people between you. Jason pushes the young girl in the back seat of a car, and you hear yourself shouting.

“Stop! Stop!” You run as fast as you can, but you feel your gut sinking. You are too late. As you see Jason step into his car you memorise his number plate. You try to throw yourself before the car, but you are too late to stop him from driving away. You pull your gun out, but you realise it is of no use in this busy street. You could hit his tires, but then he might swerve and hit some bystanders. You curse loudly.

“In the car, now!” you hear Tom shout from behind you. You start to run again, and launch yourself into the driver's seat. Your sirens blare, your tires screech, but you have him in vision. As you are driving you recollect your breath, and next to you you see Tom fastening his seat belt.

He calls Harrison, who says he can already see your car. Without looking away from the road you ramble the number plate to Tom, who repeats it for Harrison. You hardly hear their conversation, but you do feel the blood pumping in your ears. The car before you is driving unsteady, as if Jason is not yet sure what he is going to do.

“Where is he going to go? It is rush hour, traffic is awful! And he drives towards the city centre,” it doesn’t make sense to you. Until you see him diving towards a bridge over the Thames. Then it clicks.

“Shit, he is going to drive off the bridge!” you shout. You look to your side, and in Tom's eyes you see the same conclusion you just came to. Your mind races, searching for a solution. You see the car before you change lanes. You push the gas harder, accelerating and you also turn to the left lane, “I am gonna block him!”

“Are you sure? We might get hurt,” Tom panics. His hands are gripping on the side of his seat, his eyes wide from the adrenaline. Or fear, you don't know. Before you the car goes to the left, heading straight towards the rather fragile looking railing of the bridge.

“He will hit the seat behind me, not us,” you say, changing lanes, “I am like 75% sure this won’t end up getting us hurt. Badly.”

“That is not very comforting, Won’t he push us off?”

“No I don’t think so, trust me Tom!” you are driving faster now, and his car is almost near the edge. The last seconds before the hit seem like ages. With a bang the car hits the side of yours, precisely in the backseat of the driver side, as you predicted. You moan in pain as you feel the impact.

“Get out Tom! Catch him.” you scream, trying to cover up the fact that you are in pain. Getting your own door open appears impossible, and you use your gun to smash the window to get out. You feel adrenaline rush through your body, your mind blank, nerves numb. Your moves are by instinct, and when you see Jason run towards you, you throw your body towards him, blocking his way and bringing him to the ground.

“Jason Sanders, you are arrested on the suspicion of triple murder and attempted murder. Anything you say now can be used later in court,” you say as Tom gets the handcuffs on him. Behind you the other police cars all stop, and you hear Harrisons voice as you shakily get up.

“What was that!?! Y/n that was not safe!” you ignore his worries. First you need to see the girl. You stand beside Jason's car opening his backdoor, and you try to lift the unconscious girl out. Another officer takes it from your hands. “Are you hurt?” Harrison continues as he comes to a halt next to you.

“No I normally leak blood out of my side,” your adrenaline rush slowly comes to an end, and you feel the pain now. Your head feels heavy. “Probably cut it when I climbed out of the window. Also, I might have a concussion from the hit,”

Ten minutes later you sit in the open back of the ambulance. The victim is in the bed inside, and you were relieved to hear she had only passed out from the shock, but furthermore she was fine. After they checked on her a medic found time to stitch the scratch on your side. After their close examination your injuries are deemed minor. A deep scratch that looks fine after it is nicely stitched up and wrapped in bandage. After careful inspection of your head, they conclude you don’t even have a concussion.

But after that, you catch some faint whispers about shock and mental damage as they sneakily look at you. A blanket is wrapped around your body, and a few moments later, you also receive a cup of tea. And another blanket. You are about to run away when Harrison walks up to you. He clears his throat when he sees you, and gives you a quick hug.

“I have a lot of things to say, but none of them matter now. Well done on getting him,”

“Harrison, they keep putting blankets on me, I don’t want the blankets,” you say, shrugging them off and giving them to him.

“You’re in shock” he says, putting the blanket back over your shoulders. You shrug it off again.

“Yeah, not really. And even if, that wouldn’t mean I need blankets, I need booze,”

“Booze and a concussion are a terrible combination,” Harrison shakes his head at your comment.

“I don’t even have a concussion or pain meds. Really, I am fine. Where is Tom? I probably have to say sorry for risking his life.”

“Only if I file a complaint with HR,” Tom's voice makes you sit up straight and look around you. He walks around the corner of the ambulance. “Something I won’t do,”

“Oh great. Well I am sorry anyways. It was way too risky.”

“You executed it perfectly,” he says, a hint of a smile on his face, “Now I believe you said something about a drink, didn't you?”

Harrison laughs with you, but then excuses himself.

“You two go have that drink, I need to fill in all the paperwork. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,”

“Your loss,” Tom says, before turning to you. “Let’s go?”

“Lets go.” You say, smiling as he offers his hand to help you up. You think of slapping it away, but then you feel the stitches pulling in your side and you decide to take up his offer. Just this once.

~ One year later ~

“I can’t believe you had to almost kill him before he dropped his bitchy act,” Claire says laughing as she gives you the paper back. You and Tom shine on the cover of The Guardian, a press photograph taken on the night of Sanders' arrest. “J. Sanders locked up, evidence overload in serial killer case” the headline says.

After the arrest things moved slowly, Sanders his lawyer was a very persistent man. But now, months later the court case was wrapped, Sanders' guilt proven, and the judge ruled for the maximum sentence.

“Yes, his resting bitch face was a pain during that investigation,” you chime in, taking a sip from your beer.

“I am glad I dropped it though,” Tom says next to you, his arm wrapped around you. You smile, pressing a kiss on his cheek. So much has changed.

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Chapter Four ~ Boxing Day

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader, Tom Holland x Reader (not at the same time)

Summary: Every year with Christmas Tom, his brothers, some friends and you rented a house in Scotland to celebrate the holidays and New Years Eve with a lot of friends. Last year’s christmas you and Harrison had something special going on, and this year he brings his new girlfriend. Chaos ensues.

Am I ignoring corona christmas lockdown in this fic? You bet your ass I am.

This is way too fluffy, but I am a big softy today.

Wordcount: 2,1k

Warnings: alcohol, accidental slicing in a finger, cursing, kissing.

Chapter three - Epilogue

26 December 2020

“Morning dreamy, wanna have some tea?” The scent of strong tea hit your senses, and you slowly got up. Tom stood next to the bed, in his sweatpants and tank top, a cup of tea in his hands. His hair was wet, he obviously just had a shower. He looked good. God your brain should turn itself off.

“Yeah thanks Tom,” you took the tea from his hands, sitting up against the headboard you slowly sipped your tea. Tom sat down next to you, being unusually quiet. You set down your tea to ask him what was the matter, but his hands attacking your sides made it obvious. A scream escaped your lips as you tried to get away from his tickling hands. You were out of breath and laughing hysterically by the time you finally escaped. The plush carpet felt soft, somewhere in the struggle you had fallen off the bed. Tom’s head stuck over the edge of the bed, as he had managed to stay there when you fell down.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, fine. I’m gonna get you back though,” you launched yourself back onto the bed, trying to tickle him, but he was way too strong for you, and moments later you were squirming again under his teasing tickling fingers. You were both laughing as you almost fell off the bed again. When you started to near the edge you decided to take him down with you, both of you tumbling off the bed into a heap on the ground.

“What the fack is happening here?” you and Tom looked up to see Sam and Harrison standing in the doorway.

“It sounded like someone was dying, of having the weirdest sex ever,” Sam said.

“So you thought let’s check?” Tom laughed. When the heaving of your chest had slowed down a bit you felt like you finally got some oxygen again. You got up and sat down on the bed again.

“Don’t worry guys, I still have my clothes on,”

“Well,” Tom said, eyeing you up and down, “Can you really call that fully clothed?” You looked down at your sleep shorts and big shirt and shrugged.

“I am wearing a bra Tom, that is so much more than you could have asked for,”

“Yeah only cus you didn’t want to take it off last night, because you were drunk,” he shot back and you laughed. Sam cleared his throat.

“Well we leave you to it then. Breakfast in thirty minutes, you coming to help y/n?”

“Yeah I’ll be down in five,” you replied, scurrying off the bed to go to the bathroom. You grabbed your clothes, but you didn’t miss Harrisons pained look when he closed the bedroom door.

“So, you and Tom having fun?” Sam said. You looked over at him. His face was awfully neutral.

“What exactly are you asking Sam?”

“Well, all I know is that you and Tom seem very close, much closer than last year,” He said, cracking an egg into the pan. You ripped the plastic off the big slab of bacon.

“Well yeah, we have gotten a lot closer this year. I spent some time in Orlando for work when he was filming there so we saw each other a lot. And he came to visit me in New York, remember,” you said, carefully cutting strips of bacon, “Plus the summer holidays, but you were there right?”

“Yes I was,” he said, “And Harrison? Have you seen him this year?”

“No, not really. I called him several times but we never really spoke,” you said. You resumed working in silence, and you started to wonder. Did something change with you and Tom? You had always been close with him. The clowns of the group. But last year something had changed. After you let go of Haz you and Tom seemed to get closer every time you saw each other. You were so deep in your thoughts you didn’t notice you had cut into your hand until Sam took the knife out of your hand.

“Y/n, you okay?” only when he asked you, you felt the stinging pain in your hand. A big part of your hand was red, and it was a miracle the bacon seemed to be fully clean.

“Yeah I’m okay. Let me just,-” you put your hand underneath the tap, turning it on to let some cold water run over your hand.

“I’ll call Harrison,” Sam said. Harrison was the one with a first aid certificate. Moments later he and Lily came into the kitchen. Lily quickly ran up to you, examining your hand.

“I am a nurse, is it okay if I look at it?” she asked.

“Yeah sure, it’s probably nothing big though,” you said.

“It isn’t,” Lily said, taking the first aid kid from Harrisons hands, “But you were cutting raw meat, and it shouldn’t get infected.”

She put disinfectant on the cut and opened the plaster box.

“Wait, do you guys really have dinosaur bandages in your box?” she asked. You snorted.

“Yes, it’s my kit, and I noticed everyone gets happy when they get a dino bandage. So I got them, and trust me, it works like a treat,” Lily laughed with you, and wrapped your hand in some bandage.

“Here you go, and be careful dear. You don’t want to cut your hand off,”she said, turning around and grabbing Haz his hand, “Come on Hazzi, let’s go upstairs, I wanna shower before breakfast.”

Harrison stared at you, and then followed Lily. You cooked the bacon, put all the fresh bread rolls on trays. Tuwaine got into the kitchen and helped you and Sam set up the table.

“Hey warrior, what did you do?” Tom was hardly understandable, his mouth stuffed with bread and nutella. He pointed at your bandage, and you felt your cheeks burn.

“Cut myself while cooking,”

“She was completely zoned off,” Sam said next to you. You rolled your eyes.

“It was not that bad, I am fine,” you rolled your eyes to Tom, who looked way more worried than he should. “Really Tom, I am,”

Boxing day was tv day. Every year a series or movie was chosen to watch, lots of spiked hot chocolate and snacks were prepared. Basically movies and day drinking. Harry had brought the collection of Sissi movies. Three long old movies, perfect for the occasion. All the couples shared couches, and soon you and Tom were left alone. You made do with a lot of pillows and a blanket on the ground. In between the first and second movie you had to go to the bathroom, so you got up. In the hallway you bumped into Harrison.

“Haz,” you said, putting your hand on his arm. He looked up. “Can we talk?” you asked, gesturing to the empty kitchen.

“Eh yeah sure?”

“Are you okay Haz?” you asked, when you were in the kitchen, shutting the door behind you. When he didn’t answer you continued, “I feel like something is weird, if you get what I mean. Did I do something wrong?” At your last question he finally met your eyes.

“No Y/n, no. I am the one who is acting weird. I don’t know,” he said, “Actually, I do know I think.”

“Then please tell me. I worry about you,”

“It’s just. I feel weird about you. Weirdly possessive. I shouldn’t but you know,” he let out a small breath, “You are a bit of a weak spot for me. I love Lily but I care about you and,”

He stopped talking and put a hand on your shoulder.

“I am being stupid. I just want you to be happy. I made a choice and I am very happy with Lil but. I miss you,”

“Haz I,” you didn’t know what to say.

“I miss us being friends so I am angry at everyone here who is your friend,” he raked his hand through his hair, “I suppose that’s it,”

“We can be friends Haz, please,” you said, cautiously wrapping your arms around him in a hug. “Just contact me somewhere during this year. I would really appreciate that,”

He laughed in your hair. “Will do, I promise.”

“Now I would love to hug you a bit longer, but I really need to pee,” you said, breaking free from his arms.

“Always the charmer aren’t you,” he replied, a big smile on his face, “Wanna have some extra spiked hot chocolate?” You nodded and walked to the hallway again.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for asking,” his face is flushed red, and you smile softly.

“No problem Haz. I missed you,”

The last two movies flashed by you. You wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what you had seen, it was all a blur. What wasn’t a blur was your mind. You were lost in your thoughts. Tom gently nudged your shoulder.

“Hi, is everything alright?”

“Yeah just super tired. Like I-really-gotta-sleep tired,” you murmured, smiling sleepily to him. The booze, cooking and all your feelings had drained every last bit of energy from your body. Tom said nothing, but he scooped your body up and carried you upstairs. He put you on the bed, laying your pyjamas next to you.

“Go, sleep. Harry cooks tonight, he said something about pizza. You have done enough,” he softly stroked your hair. With a soft kiss on your head he left the room.

You woke up in a mess of blankets, pillows and your pyjamas that Tom put on the bed but you had drifted off before you could put them on. The door opened and you looked up.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Like a damn baby. God I was so tired, how did you guys deal with me?”

“We love you,” he said laughing, easily catching the pillow you sent flying his way. “Did you talk to Haz? He seemed a lot more at ease,”

“Yeah we talked, he told me he missed being friends. Everything is fine now,” you told him. He stood in the door, and you sat up in bed.

“Well, now we are here,” he said, “I have a Christmas present for you.”

“What? We never do Christmas presents?” you said, your mind was still a bit foggy from your sleep.

“Yeah I saw something that I wanted to get you so I figured, let’s call it a Christmas present,” he rummaged through his suitcase, finally sitting down on the edge of the bed with a small wrapped box. He gave it to you. You softly shook the box.

“It isn’t gonna explode right?” He shook his head. You tore the gift paper from the box. A small jewelry box laid in your hands. You opened the lid, and nearly dropped it.

“Tom, this is beautiful,” you exclaimed. He let out a breath, the nervous look on his face disappearing. Inside the box was a pretty ring, one you had been fawning over at Covent Garden months ago. You had decided not to splurge back then, and had regretted it not even moments later. “From that day in Covent Garden right?”

“I bought it when you left. You were so sad that you left it so,-” you threw your arms around him.

“Thank you so much,”

You got out of the hug and took the ring from the box. It fit your pink perfectly. You looked up at Tom, to find him staring at you.

“Tom,-” he pressed his lips on yours in a searing kiss. His hands flew to your face, and you were shook. Tom was kissing you? You kissed him back, but as abruptly as he started, he broke the kiss.

“I am sorry,” he murmured, getting up and stumbling away, heading towards your door.

“Get back here and kiss me again you asshole,” you said, getting out of the bed as well and taking large steps towards him. He met you halfway, your lips collided. If you thought the first kiss had been good, boy you were corrected now. Tom's lips seemed to melt together with yours, his hands seeming to find a weak spot in your neck immediately. When his tongue brushed yours you were sure you died and went to heaven. The world could come crashing down around you, and you wouldn’t have cared.

You knotted your hands in his shirt. His touch felt like fire, igniting a warm feeling in your chest. He gently pushed you back until you hit the bed. You let yourself fall onto it, taking him down with you. The same bed you had been play fighting in this morning. But now Tom was kissing you and you never wanted it to end.

Epilogue

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Chapter three - Christmas Day

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader, Tom Holland x Reader (not at the same time!)

Am I ignoring corona christmas lockdown in this fic? You bet your ass I am.

Wordcount: 1,3k

Warnings: alcohol consuming, dangerous sleighing.

Chapter Two - Chapter Four

25 December 2020

“Come on, I would not let you get hurt,”

“Yeah?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Not with that look on your face!” you shrieked when Tom grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the sleigh before him.

“What could possibly go wrong?”

“A lot could go wrong Tom,” you said, but you laughed when he put his feet on the ground and pushed you over the edge. Cold wind hit your face while the sleigh started speeding down the hill. Tom wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. Your hat must have been in his face, because he put his head on your shoulder.

“You see, this is fun,” he whispered in your ear. You just laughed and let out a scream of excitement. The sleigh was still speeding, Tom and you held your hands in the air like it was a rollercoaster. The hill was ending slowly, but your sleigh didn’t slow down. Tom and you saw the tree before you at the same time.

“Shit!”

“Get off Tom!” you screamed and you lunged yourself and him off the sleigh, just in time. You both lied in the slow when the sleigh crashed into the tree with full force. Tom let out a high giggle, and you couldn’t hold your laughter in too. You were still entangled in the snow, crying from your laughter when Harrison and Lily came to a halt on their sleigh next to you. Harrison had apparently slowed down in time so he could come to a full stop by just putting his heels in the snow.

“What happened?” Harrison saw the crashed sleigh lying in the snow. He quickly got off his own and crouched next to you. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“No no we are,-” Tom started, but his sentence faded to an end when he saw Harrison examining you, a worried look on his face.

“Can you sit up?” Harrison asked, putting his hand on your cheek. You shook his hand off, and got onto your feet again.

“Yes Harrison. Tom and I just went pretty fast,” you laughed.

“Amazingly fast, if I do sleigh so myself,” Tom said, and you both started laughing again.

“Well sorry I was concerned,” Harrison said bitterly, “Sorry for being worried when I saw tears on your face, you lying in the snow and your sleigh smashed to pieces a few feet further. Sorry for caring about your safety.” He stormed off, Lily shared a look with you and went after him.

“What is his problem?” you said.

“I don’t know,” Tom feigned jealousy, “Why was he only worried about you? I am his best friend and a celebrity. I am worth over a million bucks!” He barely got the last few words out through his and your giggles. Within seconds you both were lying on the ground again, shaking from laughter.

“Hey Haz,” you said tentatively, “Sorry for this morning. Tom and I shouldn’t have acted that way,”

“No, I am sorry,” he sighs, “I got way too angry, it was uncalled for,” it seemed like he wanted to say something else, but he closed his mouth and took a sip of his beer instead.

“Wanna help me with baking the pudding for dessert?” you asked, hoping he would accept your peace offer. Making the sticky date pudding was always a big thing, and usually you and Sam did that together.

“Ehm yeah. Sure you don’t want Sam to help you?”

“No I believe he wanted to be with his girl while the others watch that movie so if you don’t wanna watch it,-” Harrison just nodded, and you grabbed the scales.

"Yes and then you strain them," you waited until the dates were strained, "put them in the blender, and blend them." You were mixing the batter, only the dates needed to be added and then you could put the mixture in the tin. Harrison tried to scoop the dates into the bowl, but he struggled with the last bits. You gently took the spatula from his hands and scooped the last bits out. "And now you whisk."

The pudding was cooking in the oven, and you could feel Harrisons eyes staring at your face. You were washing the last bit of the dishes and he was supposed to wipe the counter clean, but he stood still, staring at you.

"Harrison?" you asked.

"Yeah, sorry I,-" he shook his head and swiftly left the kitchen. You put the bowl back into the sink, resting your hands on the counter. What was wrong with him? You tried your best to be normal with him, not really talking about last year, being nice to Lily and treating him as you always did. Why was he being so stupid? Even last night when you were super drunk he was the one acting weird.

"What happened to Harrison? He almost ran out of the kitchen?" Tom asked, walking in and grabbing the kitchen towel to dry the dishes.

"I have no fucking clue. He is behaving so weird Tom,"

"I don't know it either. I am gonna talk to him tonight, he might wanna talk about it," he said, "is the pudding done?"

"Yes and no, he ran out before we could start on the sauce," you sighed, "you wanna help?"

"Tom! Don't stick your fingers in there! That sauce is fucking hot," you screamed, slapping his hands away. He looked at you with a pout on his face.

"But it looks so good,"

"Has your mum never taught you that sugar gets insanely hot? You would've burned your fingers so bad," you spoke sternly, but Tom’s sorry face made you giggle a bit. "You can eat once it's cooled down. Could you pour it in those containers?"

He carefully did what you asked of him, making sure to keep his fingers away from the hot caramel. He looked cute like this, his tongue sticking out, brows furrowed in concentration. When he looked back up you felt your cheeks burn as he caught you staring. He laughed.

“Zoned out?”

“Yeah, a bit,” you lied, trying to cover up your embarrassment, “I kind of feel my hangover now. I’m not as used to alcohol as I once was,”

“You haven’t drank that much this year?”

“No not really. Work you see,”

“I am glad you are here,” Tom said, smiling at you, “I was afraid you wouldn’t come because of…”

“You would have to drag me out of the cottage for me to not be here at Christmas,” you said softly, wiping a bit of sugar from his face. The air between you seemed to be electric, your cheeks felt even hotter than before as you looked at him.

“Hey Y/n how is the pudding going?” Sam startled you both as he came walking into the kitchen.

“Ehm yeah it’s going fine, She is almost ready to get out of the oven, Tom and I just finished the sauce,” you awkwardly rambled, avoiding Tom's eyes. Instead, you focused on Sam, who nodded thoughtfully.

“Wasn’t Haz helping you?”

“He was,- and he did. But Tom helped with the sauce,” you said. The oven timer went off, and Tuwaine called Tom to play Xbox. You were sure that was divine intervention. Tom excused himself and Sam got the pudding out of the oven. It was three o’clock, so Sam and you started preparing dinner. You two worked mostly in silence. It gave you some time alone with your thoughts, a blessing and a curse. What was happening? Harrison was weird, puzzling you with his behaviour. And Tom made it all worse. Your feelings were a mess.

It didn’t get much better during the evening. Harrison kept avoiding you, and Tom was sweet as ever. You two were the slowest at dinner because he kept making you laugh and you couldn’t eat. And when you woke in the middle of the night somehow you had moved across the bed and now you were snuggling Tom. His arms around you felt comfortable.

A mess. A real big mess.

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Chapter Two - Christmas Eve

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader, Tom Holland x Reader (not at the same time)

Am I ignoring corona christmas lockdown in this fic? You bet your ass I am.

Am I posting three chapters in one night cus I forgot to post the first two? Yes ma’am I am.

Wordcount: 1,6k

Warnings: consuming of alcohol, probs some swearing.

Chapter one - Chapter three

24 December 2020

Your car looked lonely in the empty parking space next to the cottage. You and Tom were early to make the house ready for everyone. Decorating the house with Tom and Harrison was tradition, but Harrison couldn't make it in time so it was just the two of you. You took boxes with lights, food and drinks from your trunk. The whole car was stuffed to the ceiling with enough food and drinks for everyone who was coming, about 10 friends.

"Hey dreamy! Could you get those light strings? If you hang them around the porch I‘ll take the beer crates inside," Tom said, waving his hand in front of your face. You laughed and got to hanging strings of small lights around the porch and fence. When you were done the whole garden lit up. In the meantime Tom had emptied your car. You walked into the house. The christmas tree wasn't decorated yet, but the house already looked cosier than before. Tom walked in, two beers in his hands.

"A beer while decorating?"

"Let's ﬁrst pick rooms. Is that okay? I want to have a good room if I am gonna be the only single lady this week," you laughed, taking the beer from his hands, "but I won't say no to beer,"

You raced Tom up the stairs, going left and opening a door. You threw your bag on the bed and sat down on it, taking a sip of your beer.

"Okay you won," he laughed. The room you had claimed was the prettiest of all rooms in the house. It had an ensuite bathroom, and a balcony. A large queen sized bed made the dream complete. Most other rooms were half the size of this one, so you were always ﬁxed on claiming it as soon as you arrived. Tom and Harrison usually shared the other master room next to yours, with two single beds, so Tom wasn’t really upset you beat him. He threw his bag in the room next door and raced you down the stairs again.

Decorating time had started, and you knew you were going to be putting up lights and christmas decorations for hours. All I want for Christmas came on, you started singing along, hearing Tom bring in the ladder and scream from the top of his lungs, singing the song you had heard four times in the car already. Nothing could beat christmas.

“Sam!” you hugged Sam tightly. You and Sam were close every year at christmas. Your shared love for cooking got you spending hours in the kitchen together, making two excessive dinners for the actual christmas days, but also making lots of snacks and often cooking supper for everyone. You had met over coffee a week ago just for planning meals and groceries.

“Y/n! So good to see you. How are you?” he asked. You chatted lightly, helping him and his girlfriend put their stuff in one of the empty rooms. By five Sam, Tuwaine and Jacob had arrived, only Harrison and Harry hadn’t yet. Everyone was in their bedroom, unpacking their bags. You walked to your car to grab your pillow you had left in the car, when you saw Harrison standing next to his car.

“Hey Haz, “ you said, waving with your pillow in your hands.

“Hey,” he said. Damn he looked good. His hair had grown a bit since you saw him last time, half a year ago. It looked more like last Christmas.

“I should go back inside, see you later,” you said awkwardly, and turned around hurrying back into the cottage.

"Oh, this room is pretty!" You looked up over the bag you were unpacking and saw a pretty woman standing next to the door. "I see it's taken. I'm sorry,”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. There has to be an empty room left. You are Harry's girl right?”

‘No Harrison”s girlfriend actually,’ she smiled. “Lily,” she extended her hand for you to shake, “you must be Y/n. Hazzi told me so much about you!”

“Oh, did he?” you said, shaking her hand, “I suppose only the bad parts. Please tell me everything he said during dinner,”

“Oh I will! He spoke in detail about your talents for cooking,” you laughed. When she left you sat down on your bed, trying to oppress your laughter. How did he find her? You had never met someone who looked so subtly like you. The haircut, colour, her eye color, body shape… Yet there was something quite different about her. You remembered her calling Haz Hazzi, and you smiled. You were never gonna let him live that down.

“Hey, so Haz brought his girlfriend,” you looked up to see Tom standing in your door, his pillow in his hands.

“Yeah I just met her. So you came here to fix the bed situation?”

“Well Haz proposed swapping rooms, you and me sharing the double and them getting this one,”

“He can kiss my ass. No way I am giving up the private bathroom and balcony for his unprepared ass,” you muttered. Harrison wasn’t going to take your room, you weren’t gonna let that happen.

“I thought so. So can you share your queen bed with me? I really don’t feel like sharing a room with them,” Tom said, already throwing his pillow your way.

“Sure,” you looked at your massive bed, “I think there is enough room for both of us.”

“What did you think of her?” Tom let himself fall onto the bed, sat up and patted the spot next to him. You sat down.

“Really Tom, I am fine,”

“Okay, if you’re not you’ll tell me right?” he asked, eyes studying your face.

“Yeah Tom, I will. The only thing is,-” you hesitated, and Tom nudged you to keep talking, “Is it just me or does she look a bit like, well… Me?” Tom laughed a bit.

“Yeah I thought so too. I guess Haz has a type,” you laughed too, giving him a hug.

“Go get your bags, before I have taken up the entire closet,” you said. You were happy he was moving into your room. It was less lonely, and wasn’t that what Christmas was all about?

“Actually, I gotta do a last grocery run. Sam wanted a specific spice he hadn’t put on the list,” Tom said, making a funny face.

“And you just go get it?” you rolled your eyes, “Well you do you,”

“Hey Y/n”

“Jeez, should I put a non disturb sign on the door?” you muttered, looking up to see Harrison. ‘How are you doing Haz?”

‘Uhm yeah,” he hesitated, “Great. How are you? How’s the bathtub?”

“It’s lovely,” you rolled your eyes, “Tell me, you didn’t actually think I would swap rooms with you did you?”

“No not really. I’ve known you for long enough to know you won’t give up your room because someone else was unprepared or unannounced,” he laughed. You smiled, glad it wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be.

“Well I just value my bathtime,” flashes of him fingering you in the bathtub last year flew through your mind, but you tried to ignore it. He hadn’t changed much since last year, but that was probably just the outside.

“Have you met Lily?”

“Yeah I have. She seems really sweet Haz,” you said honestly. “I am happy for you both.”

“Thanks. I was afraid it was gonna be awkward between us you know,” he said.

“Yeah me too. But it’ll be fine. See you later,” you hesitated, but then added teasingly, “Hazzi,”

“God isn’t that embarrassing. A terrible nickname, but she really likes it,” he laughed.

You didn’t exactly know how many glasses you had of Harry’s “Christmas eve special”, but you knew you were drunk. It was one A.M., and you and Tom had been singing “Lonely this Christmas” from the top of your lungs, dancing around together, nearly knocking over the Christmas tree. Most were already to bed, but Harrison, Harry, Tom and you were still up. You broke yourself free from under Tom’s arm, heading towards the bathroom. You felt a hand on your arm and tried to shake it off.

“Y/n,” were you mistaken or did Haz look completely sober? You apparently said that out loud, because he laughed. “Yeah I haven’t drank anything love,” You stepped back.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore Haz,” you said, stumbling towards the hallway. “Go to Lily,”

“I just wanted to say that you look good,” you weren’t sure if you heard him right. Your head was slightly spinning, and somewhere in your mind you registered Harry asking if you wanted one last drink.

“What?” Your eyes half closed, you tried to focus on what Harrison said.

“You look good Y/n. Happy, I mean,”

“Okay. I am,” he kept his hand on your arm and you really needed him to let you go. You needed to pee. You wanted to have fun, not have Harrison make you sad. “I gotta go.” you said, shaking his hand off.

When you finally sat down on the toilet you held your head in your hands. Being drunk around Harrison appeared to be a bad idea. When you made your way back to the living room he was gone. Only Tom and Harry were there, together on the couch watching The Grinch. Tom looked up when you came in and gestured beside him on the couch. You dropped your body down and took another sip of your drink. Stupid Harrison.

Chapter three

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Morning ~ Ben Hardy

Hi, two new stories in such a short time? It’s insane I know. This one is really short though, but I wanted to post it to celebrate that I have reached over 100 followers the other day! Hope you enjoy a soft piece of Ben being really cute while drunk.

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Wordcount: 536

Warnings: Drunk Ben, mentions of alcohol.

You didn’t know exactly what woke you up. Perhaps it was the sound of Ben fumbling with his keys, or Gwilym who was laughing when Ben struggled with putting the key in the lock. You sighed and softly smiled to yourself. You got out of bed, and took a swift look at the alarm clock next to your bed. 5.36 AM. Ben had really outdone himself this time, you thought. The light in the hallway was bright when you turned it on, and Ben was still busy trying to open the front door. You quickly unlocked it, and when you swung it open it revealed your drunk boyfriend, with an equally drunk Gwilym next to him. Some of their other friends waved from the car parked on the road.

“Hey Ben, come in. Good evening, Gwilym.”

“We didn’t wake you up did we?” Gwilym struggled to get the words out, his speech slightly slurred.

“Oh don’t worry about it Gwil. You guys have a sober driver?” Gwilym nodded and clumsily explained that they had a designated driver. Ben, in the meantime, stumbled inside and into the living room. You said goodbye to Gwilym and closed the door, following your boyfriend. He sat on the couch, trying to get his shoes off. You giggled at the sight, but then you started helping him with his shoes.

“Jeez Ben you smell like tequila. Come on let’s get you to bed.” Stubborn as he was, he wanted to walk up the stairs alone, refusing your help. You went back into your bedroom to go back to bed. “Why don’t you go and brush your teeth, remember to drink some water love.”

“I just wanna sleep,” he said. You shook your head.

“How can you sleep when you are hammered? But you gotta brush your teeth, let's get you to the bathroom.”

You brushed his tooth and gave him a glass of water to drink while you took off his jacket.

“You should clean yourself up a bit and go to the toilet. I am going back to bed, see you in a bit Ben.”

Ben started to do as you said but after what felt like ten minutes you decided to check in on him. You found him sitting on the floor of your bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth and he seemed to be almost sleeping.

“Come on big boy, let’s move,” you nudged his shoulder. He went to the sink, and you got back to your bedroom. A few moments later you felt him fall onto the mattress. You waited for him to move, but after a couple of minutes he started snoring, and you looked up from your pillow. When you saw him lying face first next to you, still fully clothed and on top of the duvet you hopped out of bed. Ben didn’t wake up when you took off his socks, jeans and sweater. He didn’t even stir when you rolled him over so you could put the duvet over his body. You pressed a soft kiss onto his forehead and went back to sleep, smiling when you thought of the hangover Ben surely was gonna feel in a couple of hours.

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Queen-Bunnyears Masterlist

* story contains some form of smut and is 18+

Tom Holland:

Drawings and dates ~ Single dad!Tom makes his son apologise to you, and you can’t help but being charmed by him. Tom Holland x Reader

Tea and pasta ~ Part two to Drawings and Dates, in which you and Tom go on a couple of dates. Tom Holland x Reader

Murder on your mind ~ You are a detective, and for a serial killer case you have to work together with DCI Holland.

Christmas series: Every year with Christmas Tom, his brothers, some friends and you rented a house in Scotland to celebrate the holidays and New Years Eve with a lot of friends. Last year’s christmas you and Harrison had something special going on, and this year he brings his new girlfriend. Chaos ensues. Tom Holland x Reader

Prologue

Chapter One ~ Prep

Chapter Two ~ Christmas Eve

Chapter Three ~ Christmas Day

Chapter Four ~ Boxing Day

Epilogue ~ New Years Eve

One More Night ~ You and Tom fight a lot, will this be the end of your relationship? Tom Holland x Reader

Harrison Osterfield:

Coming Home ~ Soft one-shot based on the prompt “Are you crying?”. It’s actually not super sad, but very fluffy. Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Siren ~ Singing at sea is dangerous if you don’t know the creatures that lurk beneath the oceans surface. Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Sebastian Stan:

A Summers Affair ~ The nobles always look forward to the Summers Affairs, but with a prince off age to wed, it seems like this years summer at court will be a lot more eventful than usual. Sebastian Stan x OC

Bucky Barnes:

Happy New Year ~ Bucky has told all the avengers he has a girlfriend, so he should be able to bring her to the New Years party right? Bucky Barnes x Reader *

Old Stories:

Roger Taylor

Happier ~ One shot based on the song Happier by Ed Sheeran. Reader x Roger Taylor *

Soft Hands ~ Roger is very soft, after show in the hotelroom piece. Reader x Roger Taylor

Fur Coat ~ Being Rogers side piece was far from ideal, and he just made the worst move ever. Reader x Roger Taylor*

Control ~ Roger makes some stupid comments at a large dinner. When you are home you teach him a lesson he isn’t likely to forget. Reader x Roger Taylor *

Ring of Gold ~ Talking with Roger again months after you broke up is harder than you thought. Reader x Roger Taylor

Ben Hardy:

(Un)Professional Mistake Making ~ A slight issue comes up when her one night stand appears to have a major role in the production Rose is about to produce. Ben Hardy x OC *

Morning ~ Drunk Ben comes home after a long night of partying. Ben Hardy x Reader

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Fur coat

Soooooo, it’s been far too long since I uploaded one of my own stories here. Trust me, I have about 5 almost finished pieces in my docs, but I am never satisfied with how they are. Enjoy this short piece of my shitty writing, loosely based on a scene from sister act. And just a small note, I’d really appreciate some feedback, I am very curious to hear what you think of this!

Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader (you can read this as Ben!Roger, I personally just have Roger vibes with this fic) Wordcount: 1700 ish words Warnings: cheating, Roger being an asshole, language, hinted smut and some kissing. 18+ babes, please.

"This was delivered here for you by a Mister Taylor." The man in the door gives you a large box. You grab the box and put it on the table, walking back to the door.

"Thanks sir," You say, sending him a smile and closing the door. Finally you could take off your heels.

"What has he given you this time?" Dory walks towards the table.

"It better be good, he didn't show up at the show!" Sara immediately runs up to your side and to check the box. Roger had promised you a few days ago he would come and watch your show at the pub. It wasn’t much just you, Sara and Dory singing a couple of songs for fun, but you had done this weekly for four months now, and he still hadn’t seen one gig. So when he promised to watch this week you were very happy. The disappointment stung in your chest as you thought of yourself looking around the pub at the start of each song, desperately trying to find his mop of blonde hair, but failing every time.

"Can we open it?" Sara asks. You put the box down on the table. "Yeah, go ahead. I don't care."

You walk towards the mirror in the dressing room and fluff up your hair. Your dress clings just right around your legs, and the dark makeup makes your face look mysterious. Tonight was not the first time Roger let you down. He has been cancelling plans, and you feel like he is taking you for granted. You are quite feld up with his behaviour, and you have been for a while now. The sound of carton ripping has you looking over your shoulder.

"Jesus! Look at that!" Sara stands in the middle of the room with a thick fur coat. "It's beautiful. God this is real nerts fur. It’s so soft." She lovingly strokes the coat, and you shrug your shoulders.

"This is just Roger trying to make up for not visiting the pub tonight."

"Well this could work as a fine apology. It’s beautiful!”

A week earlier

“Roger I have to go, I have a meeting with the pub they want us to play in.”

“Just stay for a few more minutes? I promise you won’t regret it.” he pleads, grabbing your leg when you try to get out of the bed. He looks at you with his big blue eyes, trying to persuade you to stay a bit longer.

“Don’t give me that look, I really should go if I want to change into something more appropriate.”

“Then keep in the clothes you had on this morning. They looked just fine.”

“Dammit Roger. I just-” A sudden wave of pleasure hits you and you moan softly. “What are you doing?”

“Just having a small taste. Y’know, giving you a reason to stay.” He looks up at you, his big blue eyes melting your heart.

“You better make it worth the delay mister Taylor.” You say, a soft sigh leaving your lips when he presses a sweet kiss on your inner thigh.

“I am working on it.”

“So he can give and buy me this, but he can’t return my calls, of come to see our show? He promised.”

“We know. But this is beautiful. You don’t have to forgive him, but you can enjoy this coat. Y/n come and fit it." Sara says.

The coat looks very tempting, all furry and soft, and as Sara wraps it around her you feel the slightest bit of curiosity. Why would he give you such and expensive coat? And more important, how would it look on you? You walk back to her and Sara hands the coat over to you. You put it on, softly stroking the fur with your fingertips. It feels even more expensive.

"Okay maybe this will work as some kind of apology," you say as you nuzzle your face into the soft fabric. Sara and Dory laugh at you. You try to imagine Roger picking out this coat for you. What shop would he have visited? You take the coat off to take a look at the brand. Then your blood freezes.

Clementine Taylor.

Her name was written so neatly on the label next to a very expensive looking logo. Like it wouldn't shatter your heart at the very look of it. "He gave me his wife's coat. Fucking hell." your voice breaks, and you have to try really hard to not start crying.

"Keep it, you deserve it!" Sara says, als she longingly touches the fur again.

"Nobody deserves another wifes coat." You scoff, pain filling your chest. "I am bringing this back to him."

"You can't. What will happen if Clementine is there?" Dory asks shocked.

"That's his fucking problem. He shouldn't have given me her coat." You fold the piece of clothing neatly and put it back into the box, your heart breaking a bit more with each fold.

"Are you sure? You really don't want to keep it? It's been given to you." Dory tries to convince you, but Sara puts a hand on her arm. “Let her choose what to do with it.”

"Very sure I don’t want to keep it. See you girls tomorrow!"

The walk home is worse than other nights. How are you going to return this? The irresistibly beautiful coat feels like a heavy weight in your arms. Are you ready to end it between you and Roger? Admittedly, you are getting enough of his attitude, but you can’t resist him. Too many times you had thought you were gonna break up, only to cancel that plan the second you see him. You put the box next to your door. Tomorrow you were going to have to be strong.

Six months earlier

“Roger you have a wife.” your eyes are big and you look at him, silently begging him to let it go. You shouldn’t even be having this conversation with Roger. Clementine helped you get your job, she even helped you find a decent apartment in London for a very reasonable price. You shouldn’t be thanking her by shagging her husband.

“I know, it’s just… When I am with you everything just falls into place. I can really be myself. I just can’t resist the feeling of freedom you give me.”

“Roger. I-”

“Please” He interrupts you, putting his hands on your shoulders. “I really care about you.” He softly pecks you on your lips again. “You are simply irresistible.” You look into his eyes again and feel yourself cave in to the feeling. Kissing him feels like sunshine after heavy rain, like the fresh air after the heat of some stuffy room. Like jumping into the sea on a hot summer's day. You know you are going to regret this, but why does it feel so good?

The sound of the doorbell was the end of your doubts. Now you had to give it back, no way out of this. The door opens, and a beautiful woman looks at you.

"Hi Clementine." You aren't sure what else to say. As always, you are slightly baffled by the sight of Rogers wife. She is almost ten years your senior, but you think she looks almost younger than you, and much more beautiful.

"Hi Y/n, what brings you here?"

"Ehm. Is Roger at home?" Perhaps you can give this to Roger, let him choose what he does. Doubt comes in much earlier than you thought. Clementine sounds so sweet, why would you have to hurt her. She doesn’t need to know. Come on you need to be strong.

"Yes he is. What's in the box? Did they ask you to drop something off here?" Her face shows concern. She knows your boss often gives you small tasks you don't have to do. God why is she so sweet. How in hell did you end up fucking her husband? Regret fills your veins. It is an ugly feeling, and you feel slightly sickened by your own affair.

“No, it’s not from my boss.”

"Okay I’ll call for Roger first.” She says, before turning towards the stairs and shouting: “Roger! Come downstairs!" The ruffle of his feet when he runs down the stair is very audible outside.

"What do you-" He sees you and stops in his tracks, "Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"Just dropping something off." You say, trying to sound casual. “And I need to ask you something for next friday.” You lifted the box a bit to indicate you came to drop it off. Clementine peeks into the box, and you open it to show the contents to her.

"That's my coat! How odd. I haven't worn that one in a while." Rogers face goes completely white. You smile at Clementine when she picks the coat out of the box. Clementine drapes it around herself, and smiles thankfully at you. “How come you had it?” Roger sucks in his breath, scared for what you are going to say.

"I found it and it had your name in it. So I thought, let's give it back to the rightful owner." You try keeping your voice steady, and recite the words you thought over a thousand times last night. You smile sweetly, completely ignoring Roger behind her.

"How wonderful. But why do you need Roger?"

"Oh I just have a small question."

"Okay. Thanks for bringing this back! I’ll give you two some space to talk." She walks back into the house, leaving you at the doorstep, and a baffled Roger in the hallway.

"What the fuck was that?" He is really angry, but his anger is nothing compared to the rage within you.

"Exactly what you deserved, Roger. Be glad I didn't tell her everything we did." You are happy to find that your voice sounds so stern.

"You are unbelievable!"

"Not as unbelievable as you. Quite the sweet gesture, giving me your wifes coat." You keep your voice low, so Clementine won't hear you. "I am so done with your shit Roger. You think you can make it up to me by giving me your wifes coat? To make up for the fact that you broke a promise? Again, may I add?"

"Y/n. Love, I can explain." He almost pleads, the look on his face almost makes you forget about being strong and the whole not forgiving him thing.

"You can explain? Go ahead." He tries to think of something to say, but he doesn’t know what to say, so he stays silent. You laugh bitterly.

"Exactly what I thought. Goodbye Roger Taylor." You turn on your heel and walk away, a feeling of freedom washing over you.

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