#Ingrid's writing

[very-grownup]

Sports series and their lessons

SLAM DUNK: Ball is life.

HAPPY!: Ball is life and sex workers are great babysitters.

PRINCE OF TENNIS: Ball is life but a big responsibility because you might accidentally cause a mass extinction event.

KUROKO NO BASUKE: Ball is life and fistbumps are dangerously powerful.

FREE!: Water in large quantities destroys lives and the battle between a well-done coming of age story and capitalism and fanservice will give a director no choice but to seek solace in emotional devastation and violent action scenes.

HAIKYUU: Ball is life and volleyball is made up.

REAL: Ball is life and legs are optional.

ROBOTXLASERBEAM: Ball is life and it's important to teach this lesson to robots before their uprising so we have common ground.

YURI ON ICE: Getting shitfaced to meet your idols will only benefit your personal and professional life.

ALL OUT!: Ball is life and if you embrace this you can overcome your physical insecurities.

SK8 THE INFINITY: You don't have to be the best at something if you're enjoying it with someone you love and if there had been skateboarding in England in the 1880s JoJo's Bizarre Adventure would have been much shorter.

OOKIKU FURIKABUTTE/BIG WINDUP: Ball is life and your pitcher's health is paramount because if he is injured you have to take him to the outfield and shoot him like a horse with a broken leg.

TEPPU: There is no point in sports if you don't draw blood and excessive Jean Claude van Damme movies will permanently alter your sexuality.

EYESHIELD 21: Ball is life and Satan rules.

MEGALOBOX: No matter how dystopian the future, people will always want to gamble on the outcome of two men punching each other.

HIKARU NO GO: Ghosts are real.

[alessiasfreckles]

read my lips (mapi león x ingrid engen x deaf!reader)

You've had a long day, and the last thing you want to do is meet your friend at a busy café after work - until two women show up and ask if they can sit at your table.

a/n: based on this request, i hope you like it! i'm sorry it's not super long but i might do a part 2 x (also i have the same shirt as the one mapi is wearing in those pics so i had to use them)

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The day started out like any other. You got up, showered, got dressed, had a quick breakfast and headed off to work. That’s when things started to go downhill. Somehow half of your files were missing, so you had to spend hours trying to recover them, and when that didn’t work you had to contact the IT guy, who didn’t seem to understand that exaggerating all of his words and shouting made it harder to understand him than if he just spoke normally. Then you realised you’d forgotten your lunch at home, so you had to spend half of your lunch break going to the shop down the road - and they didn’t have the sandwich you wanted. 

By the time you’d finished work, you wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in bed. Unfortunately, you’d planned on meeting a friend at a nearby café, and you hadn’t seen each other in months, so you really didn’t want to cancel. With a sigh, you packed your things and headed to the café.

It was busy, and the noise was draining - the clanking of cups, the hiss of the coffee machine, the sound of cutlery scraping against plates. Your friend wasn’t there yet, so you ordered a drink and found an empty table tucked away in a corner. You sent her a quick message, telling her where you were sat, and turned off your implants with a breath of relief. You were looking forward to seeing her. She was Deaf as well, and it got tiring talking to people all day. It would be nice to just be able to sign away to someone, someone who spoke the same way you did. 

As you waited, you scrolled through your phone. You could make out muffled sounds behind you, but ignored them, knowing that when your friend arrived she would just sit down, rather than trying to get your attention. 

The sounds quieted down, but then came back after a minute. You kept scrolling through your phone until someone stepped into your line of sight. Looking up, you saw two young women. One had dark brown hair and piercing blue-green eyes, and the other had lighter brown hair with blonde tips, and a tattoo across her neck. They were both stunning, and it took a moment for you to register that they were trying to talk to you. You quickly focused your attention on the dark-haired girl’s lips, watching her mouth move.

“Hey, would we be able to sit here? All of the other tables…” her mouth kept moving, but she turned her head, gesturing to the rest of the café, which was packed. You frowned as you tried to read her lips, but it was hard when she wasn’t facing you directly. Guessing that she was saying something about nowhere else being free, you nodded. It was a table of four after all, and it wasn’t like you had to worry about them listening in to your conversation.

“Yeah, sure. My friend should be here soon but there’s still space,” you said, trying not to get distracted again by how gorgeous the women were. They smiled gratefully and sat down. You went back to scrolling on your phone as you waited, wondering where your friend was. 

“Are you from around here?” the woman with the tattoo asked, sitting down next to you. You didn’t see though, and hadn’t even realised she was talking to you. She waited a minute for a response, and when nothing came she raised an eyebrow at the other woman, who just shrugged. 

Your friend arrived a few minutes later, rushing over to your table then stopping when she saw the two women. She waved at you, then glanced over at the women.

“Who are they?” she signed, and you shrugged.

“I don’t know, they just wanted somewhere to sit and this was the only place left.” you signed back quickly.

Your signing caught the eyes of the two women, who watched in surprise. As your friend sat down, the dark-haired woman moved over a little, making more space. 

“Sorry, do you want us to move?” she asked, then cringed as she realised she’d just spoken to you, when the two of you were clearly using sign language. Still, you’d spoken to her earlier, so you must understand some spoken words.

“No, it’s okay,” your friend said with a smile, and the woman looked relieved.

The woman next to you tapped you on the shoulder, and you sighed inwardly, but turned to face her. All you really wanted to do was chat to your friend, not answer some stranger’s questions about being Deaf - which happened more often than you would think.

“Hi! My name is M-A-R-I-A,” she signed. The signs looked different to the ones you knew, and you guessed that it wasn’t British Sign Language.

“Where are you from?” you asked, and she looked disappointed that her signing hadn’t been received well. “Your signing looked good, I just don’t recognise it. Are you from a different country?”

“Ah, yes, I’m from Spain,” she explained, smiling apologetically.

“That explains it. There are different sign languages in every country. That must be Spanish sign language.”

“Can you hear?” she frowned, tapping her ear.

You could see the dark-haired woman frown and hiss something at the woman sat next to you, but didn’t see what it was. 

“No, but I can lip-read,” you told her, tapping your lips. “What were you signing?”

“That’s so cool!” she exclaimed with a wide grin. “I was signing ‘Hi, my name is Maria’. Actually, everyone calls me Mapi, but I only know how to sign Maria.”

“Ma-pi?” you asked, watching her mouth closely. 

“Si- uh, I mean, yes!” she nodded, smiling, and grabbed a pen from her pocket and wrote it on a napkin. Mapi.

The other woman chuckled and shook her head fondly, catching your attention.

“I’m sorry about her. She likes meeting new people,” she said, looking at Mapi with a warm look. “I’m Ingrid. I’m sorry, we’ll let you get back to your friend now.”

Mapi nodded, looking slightly bashful, and you tried to ignore the disappointment you were feeling.

“How do you end up sat with two of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen?” your friend signed to you, eyes wide.

“Luck, I guess?” you signed back with a shrug. “They really are ridiculously hot, though, right?”

She nodded, stifling a laugh. The two of you chatted for a while, catching up on each other’s lives, when her phone vibrated on the table between you. Her eyes flew to her phone and she grimaced apologetically. 

“I’m sorry, I have to go, I forgot that I-”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, you can go,” you signed, rolling your eyes teasingly. She was notoriously forgetful, and if anything you were surprised that she’d even made it to your meeting. She apologised again and was out of the café within minutes, leaving you alone with Mapi and Ingrid once again.

You sat for a moment, contemplating whether to stay a while longer and read or whether to just leave. Deciding that, really, all you still wanted to do was get into bed, you packed up your things and left, waving goodbye to the two women. 

Except, when you got outside, you realised it was raining. Not just raining, but absolutely chucking it down. Rummaging through your bag, you had a sinking feeling that only got worse as you searched, realising that you had, in fact, forgotten your umbrella at home.

Fuck, you thought to yourself, wondering what to do. Normally you’d just walk, but in this weather and without an umbrella you definitely didn’t want to. There was a bus stop not too far, you supposed, but you weren’t sure what time the next bus was.

With a sigh, you turned your implants back on, bracing yourself for the sudden noise and winced at the sounds. As you started to pull out your phone to check the bus timetable, the door to the café swung open behind you, loud chatter and the clanking of plates catching your attention. You looked up to see Mapi and Ingrid, who were frowning at the sky.

“The weather here is so bad,” Mapi grumbled, but there was a smile in her eyes.

You nodded with a chuckle, and opened your mouth to reply when a car sped past, honking its horn, making you jump.

“Fuck, that was loud!” you exclaimed, clapping your hands over your ears. Mapi looked at you in surprise.

“I thought you couldn’t hear?”

“I can’t, but I have implants,” you explained, lifting your hair to show her the device. “I don’t really like using them though, the noise can be so overwhelming. I had them off in the café, but it’s safer to have them on outside.”

“Oh, that’s so cool!” Mapi grinned. “I wish I could turn my hearing off sometimes.”

“María,” Ingrid admonished her, looking slightly embarrassed. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” she asked, turning to face the Norwegian. You tuned them out as you looked at your phone, remembering that you’d wanted to check the buses. Okay, there was one in 20 minutes, that wasn’t too bad, you supposed. 

Or… you could wait, and see what Mapi and Ingrid were doing. Yeah, you wanted to go home, but it also wasn’t every day that two women this interesting just fell into your lap like this. 

“Hey, you said you’re from around here, right?” Mapi asked, tapping you on the shoulder to get your attention again.

“Yep,” you nodded. “Born and raised here.”

“Great! If you’re not busy, do you want to show us around a little?” 

“Oh!” you said, surprised. 

“If you’re busy, that’s okay,” Ingrid quickly interjected, mistaking your surprise for hesitation.

“No, no, I’m not busy,” you smiled. Fuck it. “I can show you around. Maybe we should go somewhere dry, first?”

[krazieka2]

Vampire Mercedes lore doodles (and vampire Lorenz bullying)

[reminiscingtonight]

Three's Not A Crowd

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

[WOSO Masterlist]

It was an accident. 

If confronted about it Ingrid will vehemently deny snooping.

Because she wasn’t. In any way. 

It all began with a simple tidying up. No matter how many times Ingrid reminded Mapi not to leave her various books and bags around the house the Spaniard just never took it to heart.

So doing what she does best, Ingrid puts them away for her girlfriend.

Opening the hallway closet, she starts the daunting task of hauling the heavy bag onto one of the higher shelves. It’s there, when the bag is halfway over her head that something falls out, the zipper not having been fully shut.

A couple curse words are grumbled out when the object smacks her square on the top of her head. Sighing, Ingrid crouches to grab at what she realizes is Mapi’s sketchbook… only to pause when she sees the page the book has fallen open onto.

Mapi’s artistic abilities have always been magnificent. When not busy with football or taking Ingrid out on dates, the Spaniard can always be found sketching away in some corner of their house. Ingrid’s always the first to point out how wonderful she finds her girlfriend’s pieces of art but these particular sketches, they’re nothing if not breathtaking. 

Ingrid picks up the book, fingers lightly tracing the unfamiliar face staring back at her. Whoever Mapi’s captured down on the paper is nothing if not beautiful. Your eyes look kind, mouth curled up into the gentlest of smiles.

Surprisingly it isn’t jealousy Ingrid feels at the sight of someone else captured so perfectly by Mapi. It’s curiosity that causes her to flip through page after page of Mapi’s sketchbook, each one containing a different picture of you through what’s clearly multiple different days. In some of them you’re staring right at Ingrid through the pages of the pad, in others it’s only your side profile that’s been captured.

The more Ingrid looks, the more her curiosity grows. And it’s this same curiosity that has Ingrid knocking on their shared bedroom a couple minutes later, book still in hand.

“Who is this?��� It’s not an accusation, words coming out soft and curious as Ingrid gently places Mapi’s sketchbook down next to the defender. 

Mapi’s body all but freezes when she sees what Ingrid is referring to, eyes growing comically wide. “That’s uh, she’s um-- I just… she caught my eye-- and I… I--”

Mapi’s clearly at a loss of words, and Ingrid is quick to put her out of her misery. 

Ingrid puts a light hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “Mapi, don’t worry about it. I know you’re loyal. This isn’t me asking if you’re cheating on me. You love me too much to ever think about breaking my heart.”

The blonde’s quiet for a moment, looking down at her fingers. Ingrid waits patiently, as the Spaniard gathers her thoughts. 

“She works at the cafe next to the park.”

Ingrid listens, if not with a little too much investment, as Mapi details the first trip that took her across your path. Something about you had Mapi returning time and time again, if just to hear your voice or get some work done in your presence. 

Mapi finishes her story and they put away the sketchbook and their day goes on as normal.The conversation really should have put an end to the thoughts swirling around her head, but something keeps tickling at the back of Ingrid’s mind. 

She should let it go. 

Ingrid knows she should let it go. 

But everyone says curiosity kills the cat and that’s exactly what happens. 

Ingrid goes to see you.

Well she actually goes to the cafe at which you work at, but it’s definitely with the intention to see you in action. 

And see you in action she does. 

Right from the get-go Ingrid can understand why Mapi’s been so drawn to you.

You’re soft spoken, eyes sparkling as you take her order. When Ingrid hesitantly pauses over unfamiliar Spanish words you don’t make a big deal out of her sudden switch to heavy-accented English. Instead, your smile grows wider, happy to converse in your native tongue. You converse in light English. Ingrid only stumbles over her words every here and there but you don’t comment, nodding along to everything she says as if they’re the most interesting thing in the world.

You’re just so nice and just so sweet and…

Ingrid finds herself coming back to see you again. And again. And again. 

She grows used to the way your face would light up when you catch sight of her walking through the doors. You’re always quick to nudge your coworker out of the way just so you can take her order. 

Ingrid doesn’t expect to feel things.

She’s in love with Mapi, she knows that. The two of them are supposedly going to get married in the future, live the happiest of lives together. 

But something about you is just so alluring. And it isn’t like Mapi isn’t attracted to you either. Although her girlfriend has never said it out loud, Ingrid knows her fascination with you is due in part to how beautiful she finds you. 

It’s after practice that Ingrid makes up her mind. 

There’s really nothing to lose either way. Either it works out, and she can make Mapi happy as well. Or it doesn’t. Worse case scenario the two of them will just have to get their caffeine fix somewhere else. 

Ticket clutched in hand, Ingrid walks up to the counter. 

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Working at a cafe was never in your plans. 

But neither was uprooting your entire life and moving across the ocean to Spain. 

A year ago you had a really nice job, a loving girlfriend, a life you were sure was set to last you until the end. Walking in on your girlfriend in bed with “the friend you didn’t need to worry about” really turned everything on its head. 

When your job’s contract ended there wasn’t really anything keeping you tied down to the city you really only moved to for your ex-girlfriend for. So with nothing but a suitcase and plane ticket in hand, you made the rash decision to go to the ever sunny Barcelona. 

You’ve only been here for a couple months, but you’re already in love with the city and the culture. 

You get used to the everyday buzz of your routine. Wake up, go for a jog, head to work, make some coffee for some pretty girls, go home, rinse and repeat. Really not too much to focus on so it’s no surprise you noticed her right away. 

Bleach-blonde hair, reserved but beautiful smile, yeah, how could you miss someone like her?

She always ordered the same thing whenever she came in, one hand clutched around a small book and pencil. You’ve only ever heard her say her drink order, her name, and a polite thank you when you’d bring her drink, but beyond that, she was a mystery to you.

During lulls in your shift you’d often find your eyes drifting to where she sat, head buried in her book as her pencil made its way across the page. Her ink was magnetic, so many tattoos everywhere, her arms, hands, neck. 

You come to look forward to the days Mapi would come in. Every Monday like clockwork.

And while Mondays were for Mapi, Thursdays were for Ingrid. 

Ingrid was another one of the girls you’ve come to look forward to seeing. 

Unlike your Spanish crush, your Norwegian crush grew out of fondness.

At first you thought it was funny, having feelings for someone not from Spain in Spain. But Ingrid would always do whatever she could to make you laugh when she came in. She’s funny and attentive and just so caring, it’s no surprise you find your crush growing with each day. 

So yeah, maybe you’re crushing on two women in Barcelona, but it’s not like the other knew about your feelings for them or the other woman, so you feel vindicated to continue pining over Mapi on Mondays and Ingrid on Thursdays. 

When Ingrid asked you to accompany her to a Barcelona match your first instinct is to say no. 

First off, you never expected her to actually ask you out. 

Secondly, and more importantly, your best friend from home was always trying to get you to go to a soccer game with her but you never found much interest in people kicking balls around for ninety minutes. But to squander some alone time with a beautiful girl away from your place of work? Well that sounded pretty appealing.

The closer the match day gets the more excited you become. The day of the game you find yourself trying on at least half of your closet before calling your friend for help. All you really got was a bunch of teasing remarks, but with only a few minutes to spare you make it out the door to the game. 

You send a text off to Ingrid when you get to your seat. Everyone around you is already joyous, spanish chattering going off everywhere around you. 

But then the minutes tick by and your text is still left unread and Ingrid is still nowhere to be seen. It’s already passed the time Ingrid said for you to get to the game, but you can’t seem to get ahold of her nor can you spot her anywhere. 

You frown. Maybe something came up and Ingrid’s just running a little (a lot) behind?

Or perhaps you were just the fool to ever believe a gorgeous woman like Ingrid would ever be into someone like you.

Your heart sinks at the prospect of being stood up.

Suddenly your mood drops, no longer as excited at watching the game as you were earlier. The longer you sit here without seeing any hint of Ingrid, the more you find yourself wishing you never accepted the ticket in the first place. 

You’re broken out of your thoughts when the crowd around you starts cheering, the first of players starting to jog out onto the field for warm-ups. 

Blinking away what you know would be tears of frustration, you let your eyes rake over the unfamiliar players. Mapi’s the last thing on your mind as you wonder where Ingrid can be, which is  why you almost do a double take when you see someone who looks a bit like her jog right past you. 

Wait.

Your head whips to the side to track the player. 

Mapi’s dressed in Barcelona colors as she lightly pushes one of her teammates on the field. She’s now on the other side of the pitch, but you can still see the way she’s laughing and joking around with her teammates. 

Before you can really make sense of what you’re seeing, you feel your heart stuttering to a stop for the second time in seconds. 

There’s a familiar tall figure running up to Mapi’s side, throwing an arm around her shoulder. You would know that dazzling smile from anywhere.

Ingrid is on the field.

Ingrid is on the field next to Mapi.

Ingrid didn’t ask you to go to today’s game with her. She was asking you to watch her play in today’s game. 

And watching Ingrid play soccer apparently meant also watching Mapi play soccer too.

Although you’re here for Ingrid you can’t help but drool over how good Mapi looks streaking down the field. 

She seems to dance with the ball, effortlessly launching it right into the path of her teammates. 

You’re standing up and cheering when her assist turns into a goal. 

She’s celebrating with her teammates when you see Ingrid tug on Mapi’s sleeve. And then they’re both looking at you. You flush red at the gigantic smile on Ingrid’s face and the confused yet still slightly pleased look on Mapi’s.

When the final whistle blows you’re not quite sure what the proper etiquette is.

You’re still debating whether or not you should head out and text Ingrid later when you notice her heading in your direction. 

It’s automatic, the way your lips curl up into a smile.  

Until you realize she’s got one hand on Mapi’s forearm. 

It’s obvious that the two of them are arguing about something. Mapi’s eyebrows are drawn together, hand’s waving in front of her as she rapidly says something to the Norwegian. They’re still too far away for you to hear them but you can still make out the way Ingrid fondly rolls her eyes at the other woman.

As soon as they come within earshot of you though, Mapi falls silent. She’s looking a bit shy and bashful, not at all as confident as when she was playing earlier, but Ingrid still drags her to a stop in front of you.

“You could’ve told me you were playing in the game when you asked me to come, Ingrid.”

Ingrid grins. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You let her pull you into a sweaty hug, laughing when she shakes you side to side before letting go. Ingrid gives Mapi a slight nudge before the shorter woman gives you a subdued hello. 

She looks nervous. For what you’re not quite sure. If anything, you should be the nervous one. What’s your luck that the two women you’re crushing on know each other?

It almost seems natural, the way Mapi leans into Ingrid, and the way Ingrid so readily slots a hand on Mapi’s waist. 

It takes a moment but your heart drops when it clicks. 

“Oh, are you guys… you’re together?”

What. The. Fuck.

No, you’re not crushing on two women who know each other. You’re crushing on two women who happen to be together!

“Si,” Mapi confirms, looking a bit uncomfortable at the way Ingrid keeps manhandling her towards your body.

“Anyways, how did you like the game?” Ingrid butts in, eyelashes batting at you. 

Your eyes keep darting between hers and Mapi’s. “It was… it was a nice game. I can’t really say I have much experience to compare the match to, but you guys definitely tore up the field.”

Ingrid hums. “Well we’re just going to have to change that, won’t we.”

You don’t really understand what she means so you stay quiet, giving her a polite nod in response. If you were embarrassed thinking Ingrid stood you up earlier, there’s no words that can describe the way you’re feeling now. All you want to do is go home and curl into a ball. You’re going to need a couple days of wallowing about to get over these two stupid little crushes of yours. 

“The girls are planning on going out, if you want to come.”

Nervously scratching the back of your head, you try to swallow the lump in your throat. You’re not quite sure why Ingrid looks so hopeful when Mapi’s literally held in her arms right in front of you. 

“I don’t know…”

It’s the sight of both Mapi and Ingrid’s faces falling that instantly makes you start doubting your decision.

“Please?” Mapi rasps, hand lightly falling upon your arm.

Mapi hasn’t really said much this entire time, but your eyes drop to where she’s touching you, face instantly heating up at the simple feel of her hand on your skin.

“I--” You make the mistake of raising your eyes, making direct eye contact with Mapi. The Spaniard’s eyes are soft and it feels a bit as if she’s staring right into your soul. Her fingers absentmindedly dance their way down to your arm as you try to say anything other than how much you’ve been thinking about what exactly her hands can do. 

“Well I suppose an hour or two out won’t hurt.” It comes out of your mouth without you really intending it to. 

But your heart feels a bit lighter at the way Mapi instantly looks like you’ve just made her day. Ingrid’s sporting a similar smile, chin resting upon Mapi’s shoulder. As gently as she can, Ingrid shuffles Mapi out of the way. You don’t have any time to react before she’s leaning in to press a kiss against your cheek. You’re sure your face is flaming red when she pulls back, but then Mapi’s leaning in next, kissing you just as softly as Ingrid did. She lingers for a beat, pausing to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind your ear.

“Wait outside the corridor for us, yeah? We’ll let security know to let you through.”

Still dumbstruck you nod, not able to get rid of the tingling warmth from your skin. 

The two of them bid their goodbyes before disappearing down the tunnel towards the locker room. There’s nothing you can do but stare after their departing figures, hand coming up to touch your cheek as if you can’t believe what’s just happened. 

Because now that you’re really thinking about it, what did just happen?

[lucawrites11]

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hi, you can call me luca. i'm 20, use they/them pronouns and i am the anonymous writing the woso bits and bobs series on ao3

my asks are always open, please send me your questions, thoughts, headcanons, prompts, requests etc. (i do see them all but i will only reply to prompts/requests when i write them)

i am a lifelong newcastle united fan and currently just follow a load of woso teams while i wait for them to get out of the third tier of english football this includes but is not limited to arsenal, barcelona and man city and never includes chelsea for personal reasons. i love football tactics and stuff as well and always love to talk about it :))

(i just want to add that this is my secondary blog so if you don't see me interacting with posts and other blogs - it's because i can't)

masterlist:

leah williamson/alessia russo

make this the best dream i've ever known

complete: seven chapters

alessia invites leah over after united play arsenal for lasagne

[a hint of slow burn, first kiss, euros 2022]

i can't keep up

complete: one shot

alessia misses the uwcl qualifying penalty and breaks down

[hurt/comfort, established relationship]

maybe i should have called you first (but i was dying to get to you)

complete: six chapters

five times leah and alessia drive three hours to see each other and one time they don't need to anymore

[5+1, fluff, established relationship, acls]

you said it looked better on me than it did you

complete: one shot

leah steals alessia's clothes, alessia gets her revenge

[fluff, sharing clothes, wwc 2023]

tears are the words the heart can't say

complete: one shot

leah does her acl playing her girlfriend's team

[hurt/comfort, major character injury]

for better, for worse

complete: one shot

leah deals with endometriosis after a concussion

[hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship]

is forever enough? (the series)

if i know what love is, it's because of you

complete: one shot

prequel: leah and alessia's chaotic proposals (can be read as a standalone)

[marriage proposals, idiots in love]

how long do you wanna be loved? (is forever enough?)

complete: twenty-nine chapters

leah and alessia's journey to expanding their little family

[ivf, pregnancy, SO MUCH FLUFF, marriage]

never knew the best was yet to come

incomplete: chapter two of thirteen

emilia russo-williamson is here, follow the first thirteen months of her life

[kid!fic, fluff, marriage]

jenni hermoso/alexia putellas

it's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday

complete: three chapters

jenni and alexia have been broken up for over a year and are living in different countries but then they have the world cup

[angst with a happy ending, fluff, suggestive, slow burn (ish)]

mapi leon/ingrid engen

i wouldn't know where to start

complete: one shot

ingrid has just opened her own tattoo studio in barcelona. mapi goes along to check it out and develops a crush

[fluff, getting together, tattoo artist au]

hei!

incomplete: chapter five of six

mapi has a crush on the pretty new midfielder on the team and ingrid has a pretty big secret

[fluff, angst with a happy ending, kid!fic, sick!fic, coffee]

ellie carpenter/daniëlle van de donk

you'll always be my favorite new year's kiss

complete: one shot

ellie and daan get together in new year's eve

[age gap relationship, first kiss]

you know what the best part of today was? i got the chance to fall in love with you all over again

one shot collection

ellie meets daan's daughter as her girlfriend after dating for almost a year

[fluff, kid!fic]

evie bronze

the missing pieces (of our souls)

one shot collection

lucy's daughter, evie bronze, is iconic in the women's football world

[lucy/ona, past lucy/keira, keira/laura, fluff, angst with a happy ending]

[updownlately]

everything feels right (since you came along)

| ingrid engen x reader | fluff | 6.2k | inspo: fallin' all in you by shawn mendes and golden by harry styles | a/n: this one's been in the works for nearly a month now...definitely challenged me but we got there in the end. thanks for the req! hope this is to your liking! Idk if managed to capture ingrid's personality or not but i can at least say i tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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You loved challenges. Or at least that’s what you told yourself, convinced yourself was the truth. You took pride in tackling difficulties in your life, facing any and each issue head on. So when you showed up to the training grounds of the FC Barcelona team, you didn’t really understand why you were so nervous. 

Wiping your sweaty palms on your shorts, you contemplated why you had accepted the offer. Here you were, six thousand miles away from your childhood home and one thousand away from your second home, alone, in a country you had visited less than a handful of times, on a mission to prove yourself. You hadn’t really didn’t thought this through, had you?

Mentally kicking yourself for doubting yourself and then for being so socially awkward, you shook your head. You had this. You didn’t become a top class midfielder by doubting yourself. You hadn’t put in all this effort only to question if you deserved this opportunity.

Shaking your head, you pushed the negative thoughts of your mind, rolling your shoulders in a successful attempt to gain some confidence before finally grabbing your bag from beside you and stepping out of your car. 

Mentally hyping yourself up, you had just barely shut your car door before an unfamiliar voice reached your ears, the smile on the speaker’s face nearly audible.

“Hi! You’re the new signing right?”

Turning your head around, it took everything in you for you to hide your shock (and awe) at who stood in front of you.

“I- uhm, yeah- I mean yes, yes I’m the new signing.” Stammering, you willed yourself to act at least somewhat collected.

“Well I’m glad we get to finally play with you and not against you, speedy. If I remember correctly, you and Leah had given us enough of a tough time the last time we played you.” Thankfully, the teasing tone didn’t go over your head, a smile appearing on your face at the friendly nature of the other midfielder. She began to walk past you, looking over her shoulder and slowing down, silently beckoning you to join her.

Taking long strides, you quickly caught up to her, falling in step beside her as you both crossed the parking lot.

“To be fair, your guys’ attacks weren’t any easier to stop by any means. Especially those of the sneaky number 11. Seemed like she had magnets on her feet and the ball with how fluidly she moved across the pitch,” you smiled back, the nerves in your body lessening slightly. 

“I like you…you’re going to fit in well.” There was a smile on the taller girl’s face, a fond shake of her head further supporting her belief.

“I hope so,” you whispered. Unfortunately for you, your voice came out more panicked than you intended, the nervousness clear from the way it slightly shook.

Stopping in her tracks, the blonde turned towards you and put a hand on your shoulder, your footfall also pausing.

“Hey…listen to me, you didn’t just walk into here demanding a spot on the team. You earned it. And don’t be nervous about the girls either, they’re all really nice, I promise. Just relax, be yourself, vale?”

You nodded in response, inhaling deeply to try and calm yourself.

“They’re all really excited to meet you, ever since you were announced. Mapi’s actually already been talking about how you and her could master breaking multiple defences with your speed and her passing.”

You grin this time, warmth spreading in your body at the fact that the girls were already accepting you into the team. Letting Alexia lead the way, you followed her as she led you through the halls.

It was a a few short minutes later that the two of you were standing outside the locker rooms, loud yelling and laughter audible even through the thick walls and shut door. 

“Excuse them, they can be a little hyper sometimes…” Alexia stated, head shaking fondly as she opened the door and ushered you in. 

Entering the room however, the whole immediately quietened, almost as someone took a remote to the room and hit pause. 

You were met with over a dozen smiles, a handful of the girls waving at you as you looked around the area. 

Nervousness taking over your body again, you bashfully smiled back, raising your hand and giving a timid wave.

Almost as if she was sensing your nervousness, Alexia stepped up from where she was behind you and addressed the team.

“As you all are aware, we have a new teammate joining us today, I know you all will be welcoming but still, do your best to make her comfortable and please don’t be weird around her, at least for today.”

Shooting you a soft smile, Alexia headed towards her own locker, wordlessly gesturing for you to do the same. 

Glancing around, noting the only open locker being beside number 23, you hesitantly made your way over. Standing a mere few feet away from her, you waited as she looked up from tying her laces. You had met Ingrid a few times before, it came with being friends with Frida. Your interactions with the other midfielder were limited, yet, unbeknown to the Norwegian, you’d always been mesmerised by her confidence and beauty, admiring the way she so easily glided between teammates and fans. 

Nodding in question when you met eyes with her, you raised your eyebrows, silently asking about the locker beside her. The taller girl answered in the same manner, shuffling over, shooting you a gentle smile, one that you returned with ease. 

Settling down beside her, you murmured a small hello, too shy for anything else. Caught up in unpacking your kit bag, you failed to notice the admiring gaze that Ingrid sent your way.

Deciding to take initiative, the Norwegian spoke. 

“Glad to have you here. It’s going to be fun playing Frida now, at least I can be the one bragging to her about our fantastic mid-line.” Head snapping up from where it was buried in your bag, in the midst of looking for a hair tie, you tried and failed to hide your surprise. 

“I- uh, huh?” You squeaked. Disbelief rolled through you. Not only did the Barcelona girls just accept you into the squad without the least bit of doubt, Ingrid, class midfielder Ingrid, pro at reading attacking plays Ingrid was complimenting you right now. You couldn’t tell if life was real right now.

Stopping your internal fan-girling, you spoke again. “I mean, you guys have an amazing mid-line, an amazing team all-around really. I don’t think I can improve perfection.” 

“Considering I nearly hated playing against Arsenal last season, I’d beg to differ.” The dark-haired girl shot you a cheeky smile, unknowingly melting your heart.

“Fine, fine. Just know I’m just as excited to be here. And if it counts for anything, games against you guys were some of the hardest.”

“Team of champions right? More so now that you’re here.” You couldn’t tell if the other girl was trying to turn you to mush or make you feel comfortable, but whatever she was doing, you didn’t want her to stop.

You could only respond with a smile and a “hopefully”, your heart beating too fast at her compliments to string any other words together. 

The two of you silently finished getting ready, your hair still loose. Following the rest of the girls out together however, you both at the back, you were failing miserably at putting your hair in a bun, it too short to stay without something holding it in place. 

Noticing your struggle, Ingrid took her spare elastic off her wrist and handed it to you. “You know you could just ask one of us? And definitely me?”

A sheepish smile on your face, you took the hair tie. “I do now.”

And as you walk out together, Ingrid asking if you’d like to partner up for the day, you couldn’t help but feel even more relaxed, the homey and welcoming nature of the club (and of course of the brunette beside you) bringing you a sense of calmness.

~~~

It seemed like nervousness was becoming a common theme for you here in Spain. You were currently sat in the team bus, waiting as the rest of the team filed in. A pre-season game saw you all travelling out to Buñol to play a friendly against Levante. It wasn’t the fact that it was a pre-season that had you so worked up however. Just before leaving, Jonaton had pulled you aside, quietly informing you that you would be starting, news that came as a shock to you.

Since joining the team a slight over a month ago, you had barely played as a sub, much less as a starter, still trying to get a feel for where you fit in and the high on-field intensity of the team, so the decision had you dumbfounded. You assumed it was so that the coaching staff could figure out where to play you and how to best utilise you without the stress of it being an important game, but unfortunately for you, the once low-stress game had now become the main root of your anxiousness.

Headphones blasting, you noted as the doors to the bus finally closed, the last few stragglers taking a seat. It was then that the seat next to you was finally filled, your new bus-buddy appearing with her signature smile shining. 

You couldn’t help the grin that took over your face, overriding your inner turmoil, the taller girl’s smile infectious. 

“This seat taken?”

“Ingrid,” you shook your head in amusement, “do we really need to do this every time?”

The girl in front of you shot you a teasing wink before sitting down, a playful ‘yes’ escaping her lips.

The first day that the team had to travel, you had apprehensively boarded the vehicle, unsure of who you would sit beside, very much aware that there was a system to this, regardless of what team you were on. You had anxiously looked around, slowly stepping further down the walk way until you had made eye contact with Ingrid, her waving a hand to beckon you over.

Walking up to her, you had asked her the exact same question as seconds ago, and the Norwegian had just fondly shook her head, tilting it to the side. “I saved it for you.”

Your head had ducked down in embarrassment, endearment causing a slight blush to coat your cheeks, before you had taken a seat beside the brunette, her passing you one of her earbuds before relaxing into her own seat.

Since that day, it had become a sort of ritual between you two. You had only had a few bus rides since but each one consisted of either of you reaching the bus, sometimes together, and claiming a set of seats in the middle. When the other would eventually join, headphones would be shared or connected, the both of you more than excited to share your love of music, bonding over your versatility in styles. 

So, as per tradition, Ingrid sat down beside you and you passed her your phone, letting her set up the shared airplay for herself.

Your thoughts being drowned out by the music humming through your earbuds, you let your head rest against the window, your leg bouncing fervently, partially in beat to the music but also due to your unease. Really, your whole body was thrumming, nervous energy almost palpable by the girl beside you. 

You weren’t sure how long passed, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, the chatter of the team fading to mere background noise. All you were aware was that between the handful of genres and songs the both of you had queued up, at least seven had passed, your nervousness not lessening like you had hoped it would. 

Turns out, it wasn’t just you that was keeping track of your kangaroo leg. Ingrid was nearly losing her mind seeing you bounce up and down. The blurry motion of your limb just barely managing on, seeming as if it would fly off if it hadn’t been attached to your torso. She wondered why you were so hyper. It was only a friendly game after all. 

Taking a deep breath in, she reached out to you, placing a gentle hand on your thigh, just above your knee. 

The touch snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned to look at the Norwegian, a wry smile on your face, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Your leg. It keeps bouncing. What’s the reason?”

Eyes widening, you contemplated telling Ingrid about what Jonaton told you. He didn’t say you couldn’t tell anyone right? 

“Uhm- Jonaton just told me a little while ago that I’m starting. I think he wanted to give me the bus ride as time to prepare, but if anything, I think it just made me more anxious.” You let go of the breath you were holding, your chest easing just by telling the girl beside you.

“That’s good! Right?”

“I think so? I’m just worried I’m not gonna play well y’know? Even though it is just a friendly…”

“I think you’ll play great, really. Just pretend that it’s one of our practices and that we need to kick Patri’s butt so she doesn’t get too big-headed,” the brunette joked, hoping to get a laugh out of you. 

It was a successful attempt, a slight smile appearing on your face. 

Shoulder’s relaxing, you took a deep breath in, Ingrid’s relaxed demeanour bringing you a sense of calmness. 

It didn’t last long however, your heartbeat reaching its earlier speeds as you realised that the dark-haired girl hadn’t moved her hand yet. You quickly peeked at where it was resting on your thigh, sneaking a glance at Ingrid as well. It seemed that the Norwegian hadn’t noticed where her hand was placed, and you didn’t want to bring it to her attention, too afraid she’d take the grounding touch away. 

A small smile on your face, heart racing for all the right reasons, you let yourself get comfortable in your seat, eyes closing, revelling in the touch and ground presence of your person.

~~~

“Your cheeks are a bit too red for a team photo…everything okay?” You knew the taller girl meant it out of concern but you couldn’t help but flush more at her statement, finding the concern etched on her face endearing.

“I- yeah, no I’m okay?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” This time Ingrid turned to face you, taking the time to really check in with you while the photographer was still busy directing the rest of the team where to stand.

You could feel your face heating up now, starting to fan yourself to make it die down just enough that you wouldn’t look like a tomato in the photos. 

“I’m okay. Sorry this is nerve-wracking.”

“It’s okay. It’s very easy. I promise. All you need to do is smile and look good, and you are already really pretty, so I wouldn’t worry.”

Ingrid’s words brought another wave of heat to your face, you now ducking your head down in order to avoid anyone seeing you so red.

Laughing at your reaction to her statement, the Norwegian smiled, proud of herself for eliciting this response. Choosing to put you out of your misery, the older draped an arm around you, leading you to where she was supposed to stand, photographer’s positioning be damned. Her arm resting on your shoulder, she pulled you in beside her, shooting anyone who tried to question your new position a glare. 

You knew she meant well, but with her arm around your waist, Ingrid had just increased the already bright blush on your face by tenfold, resulting in you nearly looking like you’d been poorly sunburnt. Just with the knowledge that she chose to comfort you, chose to wrap an arm around your waist where no one else could see but you and her, your smile became electric, shining brighter, true happiness reaching your eyes.

~~~

Your first game with the team had been a success, if you were to say yourself. You hadn’t got much playing time, only being subbed in for the last twenty or so minutes, but with the team already up 3-0, the lack of pressure to play well allowed you to focus on connecting with your team. Sure, practices had given you the opportunity to learn how to fit in on the field, but mid-game? That’s where the real test was. And you were pretty sure you passed it, most, if not all, of your passes connecting, no fouls or cards your way, and you almost assisting a goal if it hadn’t been deflected last minute by the keeper. All in all, you were happy. 

The team could tell, having witnessed your restless form on the bench throughout the first and second half, and in the locker rooms during half-time, where you chose to stand, shifting from foot to foot until Ingrid had pulled you down to sit beside her, the sides of your bodies flush together in order to fit on the cramped bench.

So seeing you now, chasing Ingrid and Aitana after they had dumped their water bottles on you, your own in your hand spraying reckless behind them, was a refreshing sight. Even Lucy, someone you had been lucky enough to play with on the Man City team, hadn’t seen you this relaxed post-game ever. If you asked her, she’d tell you that she was glad you fit in well with the youngsters on the team, and especially with the Norwegian you had dubbed ‘your extrovert’. The sunshine personality of the tall girl had brought out a more care-free you, evident by the way you were being piggybacked around the sidelines by a now-drenched Ingrid as Aitana trailed beside you both, the three of you interacting with fans. 

By the time you all had made it into the change rooms, there was a content smile on all of your faces, you leaning into Ingrid as she quietly ushered you to change, the both of you whispering and laughing, unaware of all the fond smiles directed at you.

Yeah, if Lucy had anything to say, she kept quiet, adoring the sight in front of her, glad you weren’t putting too much pressure on yourself like you normally would. Mentally making a note to thank the Norwegian another day, she turned back to her kitbag, hearing your shared giggles fill the space near her.

~~~

“So what you’re basically telling me is that you’re addicted to coffee?” 

You were currently out in the streets of Barcelona, the taller girl having nearly dragged you out after practice so she could show you her favourite cafes around the city.

“No. I just love the way it energises me and I know what good coffee tastes like.” “Meaning you’re dependent on coffee to get you through the day and you’ve tried enough coffee to be able to identify the imperceptible difference between good and bad brews?”

“Alright, now you’re just spinning my words.”

You merely shrugged in response, a teasing smile on your lips. “I’m not doing anything.” “You’re so annoying.”

“Yeah, yet here you are spending time with me?”

“I’m not answering that.”

You stopped in your tracks forcing Ingrid to stop too since your hands were intertwined. 

Turning back to face you, she cocked her head to the side. 

“Okay, what now?”

“I win.” “Oh my god, you’re insufferable. Listen, I’ll make you a deal…if you can tone down the annoyingness to zero, I’ll get you an extra pastry.” 

“Tempting. You do love my annoyingness though...”

Rolling her eyes, Ingrid couldn’t stop her smile. “Sadly I do love it.” I might just love you.

“You have a deal. A pastry sounds heavenly right now.” Leading the way, you tugged on the brunette’s arm, the eagerness in your step at the promise of food taking her heart away and putting it in your hands.

~~~

“Why do you do this to yourself? And by choice?”

“Because it’s fun, and trust me, Alexia said the view at the end of this one is great!”

The two of you were currently up at half past five am, on a hike recommended to you by the two-time golden boot winner. You had somehow managed to drag Ingrid to do it with you, promising her a picnic and that you’d buy the coffee for the next week. (You didn’t know it, but Ingrid would’ve done it with or without the promise of coffee or food, happy to just be in your presence).

So here you were, about 1 third of the way done through the one and a half hour hike, the taller girl trailing behind you, questioning just why it was you of all people she had to fall for, silently of course. 

The sun was set to rise at just slightly past seven, giving the two of you plenty of time to set up the breakfast picnic that you were currently carrying in your backpack. Though, you’d have to make it up there, and at the rate that the usually excitable and energetic Norwegian was gruffing at, you weren’t sure if a completion was in the cards today. 

Calling out behind you, you thought it would be worth a shot to bribe the midfielder even further. 

“If we make it to the top before….,” you checked your watch calculating the time, “fifteen before seven, we can have a movie night tonight, and I’ll let you pick whatever stupid horror movie you probably want to watch. How’s that for some motivation?”

Turning around to face the brunette, you waited for a response, her having stilled in her movement at the offer.

“Two movies, I get to pick both, and it’s at my place so that we can make a pillow fort.” 

You were just about to agree to her terms, well-aware that she was as much of a child when it came to day to day activities as you were when the other girl beat you to it. 

“Oh, and I get to pick the takeout,” you were met with a smug look, Ingrid confident that she was going to be the clear winner in this bargain, knowing how excited you were to do this hike. 

“Ingrid…”

“I don’t mind turning back around?”

“You’re so stubborn, you’re lucky I’m the one who suggested this…” You couldn’t believe the cheekiness of the girl in front of you, laughing to yourself and shaking your head. 

“Deal you dork. Now c’mon, we have a hike to finish and a time to beat.” Reaching your hand out, you let her take it, intertwining your fingers and pulling her in beside you, hands swinging in the limited space between your bodies.

Of all the people you could’ve taken a liking to here in Barcelona, in Spain, hell, the whole world, of course you had to choose the human golden retriever beside you. The one that was so perfectly stubborn, so energetic, and your anxiety-reducing, lovable, ray of sunshine here in the city. If you didn’t know any better, you’d spend the next few minutes of whatever minimal darkness there was in the sky looking for a shooting star, hoping you could have her in your life forever, preferably with a different title if the universe was feeling particularly kind.

~~~

“You do realise you can just ask her out right?”

Caro’s whispering brought Ingrid out of her trance. The two of them were sat in Alexia’s living room, the team deciding to hold a movie night under the pretence of a bonding session. 

The midfielder had been staring at you, at your curled up body on the floor leaning what looked to be uncomfortable against the front of the couch. You had your legs pulled up to your chest, arms crossed above and head resting on the back of your folded hands. There was no way that could be comfortable and Ingrid knew it, longing to be able to just tuck you into her side, let you rest as she held you through your nap.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ingrid shot back, voice a murmur, careful not to draw the attention of the other girls in the room.

“So the puppy dog eyes, always partnering up with her, sitting beside her, sharing your music with her, coffee dates and all have just been because you’re friends? Ingrid…she might be blind but we aren’t. I’m not.” Caro leaned away from Ingrid, not extremely worried about the other girls hearing her. They all knew, could see the heart eyes you two had for each other. It just seemed that while the both of you communicated extremely well on the pitch, the same excellency did not translate to both of you off the pitch.

Ingrid’s heart raced slightly just at the thought that you might return her feelings. Trying to remain cool though, she dismissed Caro’s (accurate) assumption. “No. We’re just friends. She doesn’t like me like that.”

“So you do like her.” The finality in Caro’s tone has the dark-haired girl frazzled.

“I-no. I never said that.”

“You didn’t deny it…”

“I-no…listen, it’s-“

“Ingrid…just ask her out okay? One of these days, while you both are together, like you two always now seem to be, just ask her out. I don’t think the team could take any more of you both shooting heart eyes at each other when one of you aren’t looking.”

Head hanging down in embarrassment, Ingrid blushed at just how obvious she had been. Really though, she couldn’t blame herself. No one else ever had her smiling like you did. No one else brought butterflies to her stomach even close to what you brought each time you’d walk into the room. 

“Are you sure?”

“About you two being obvious? Yes. It’s sickeningly sweet.”

“No, about her liking me back…”

“Oh. Yes.” The tone of finality in Caro’s voice wasn’t lost on the tall girl, her heart racing at the idea of you liking her back.

“Also, please could you get her to a more comfortable position? I rather not see her hunched over from back pain tomorrow…”

Cheeks hurting from just how much she was smiling, Ingrid went to gently shake you out of your slumber, pulling you up to a half-sitting, half-leaning position beside her in the limited space. In your sleep daze, you didn’t realise what was going on, your body focused on going back to sleep, and so you let yourself be pulled up and sat down, cuddling into the warmth beside you, blissfully unaware. 

The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, you eventually waking up to the unabashed teasing of your teammates and the sight of a blush adorably coating your cuddle buddy’s face.

~~~

It was a few weeks later that a team dinner found the both of you sat beside each other, the rest of the team becoming accustomed to you two nearly doing everything as a pair. Even with something as insignificant as photos for social media, you both would always be stood by one another, Ingrid’s arm often slung over your shoulders, your own wrapped around her torso. So really, no one batted an eye when you both simultaneously scooted your chairs closer to each other, bursting out in laughter when you realised your shared action and timing. 

And as the dinner went on, the two of you only jumping into the conversation once in a while, more content to be caught up in your own world, in your own little bubble, the team couldn’t help but tease you when you would chime in, exasperated at the fact that neither of you had admitted your feelings for the other. If they had it their way, the pair of you would have been locked in an equipment room together ages ago. Luckily for you however, Alexia had long warned the other girls not to meddle, a soft spot in her heart for the both of you. 

Now though, the captain may have just slightly regretted that decision. Witnessing the two of you be so tuned in with each other, likely appearing as a couple to those that didn’t know you, all the blonde wanted to do was let the younger girls put their plan into motion.  

“You know, I have a feeling it’d be a lot easier to tolerate you two if you just asked her out.” 

Ingrid had just barely stepped away from the table to head to the washroom when Alexia quickly slid into the seat beside you.

“Huh what…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh come one, you guys are so lovesick all the time. She shoots you heart eyes when you both get ready for training and you don’t stop smiling when she’s beside you. Honestly the sweetness is making me sick, it’s annoying. Ask her out, make it easier on us.”

Alexia sounded absurd to you. “She doesn’t like me like that.”

“Says who? You both are always touching in some sort of way. She always goes out of her way to stand beside you. And don’t deny how she always practically hugs you in photos.”

“She’s touchy with everyone.”

“Lo dice en serio? When’s the last time she gave anyone her hoodie? She gave it to you right away after you spilled water on your shirt.”

“She would’ve done it for anyone,” you argued. You couldn’t believe Alexia was really talking to you about this. You knew some of the girls like Aitana and Patri had been teasing you two about this but you’d never thought Alexia would join in. And so what if it was true that you did like Ingrid. She just liked you as a friend.

“So you’re telling me she would’ve told anyone that they look good in her clothes?”

Alexia’s words evoked your face to redden, mouth opening and closing a few times, words evading you.

“Listen, it’s not like that.”

Alexia hummed, turning to get up from the seat. “She’s probably coming back soon. You believe whatever you want to believe…”

You pouted at her statement, watching her as she walked across the table back to her seat just in time for the topic of conversation to appear in the vicinity.

Surely she didn’t reciprocate your feelings right? You would have been able to tell. If anything you both just got on really well and she appreciated that…right?

~~~

“You’ve been quiet. It’s not normal.” 

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned to look at Ingrid. 

The two of you were currently walking down the streets of Barcelona, the dinner having wrapped up only a short while ago. You both had (after a lot of back-and-forth) agreed that you’d walk the taller girl home, you joking that precious cargo should always be escorted.

“Just thinking…”

“About?”

“….stuff?” You answered, the statement more a question than a solid response.

“Well that doesn’t sound concerning.” Ingrid looked over at you, eyebrows perked up in question, waiting for you to continue. 

Eyes shooting away to look ahead, you willed yourself not to make eye contact, choosing to continue walking.

It was after a couple of minutes of silence that you finally found your bearings and decided to take the chance.

“You think that if, hypothetically speaking, if we were to date, would we be good? Like good together? ‘Cause everyone keeps saying it and…” Gaze drifting to see Ingrid’s shocked expression beside you, you quickly backtrack, embarrassment coating your cheeks. “I- uhm, forget that I said anything. It was a stupid question. It doesn’t matter anyways.” 

Body slightly stiffening, you forced yourself to pretend like you hadn’t just made a complete and utter fool of yourself. 

The pair of you walked quietly for a bit, both lost in your thoughts, too afraid to voice out your want for the other. Letting the hum of electricity from the dim streetlights and warm glow of the stars and moon soften the stifling silence, you let your mind wander into what the potential outcomes could be of this night. You could very well end up in a situation where Ingrid liked you back, yet that seemed so unlikely, too perfect for it to be true. What you were more concerned about at the moment was whether you’d lose a friend, one of the only people that brought you comfort in this new city and club. 

Stuck in your musings, you didn’t realise when you were nearly outside Ingrid’s home, The sight of the familiar street nearly breaking you out of your thoughts, yet not distracting you enough. It was then, as you approached the front of her house that the Norwegian’s soft voice pulled you out of your own troubled thoughts of how much of an idiot you were.

As Ingrid stopped in front of the gate, you could feel your heart starting to pound increasingly harder. You really didn’t want to lose her as a friend. You didn’t know what you’d do. You hadn’t met anyone as energetic as her before, her sunshine personality drawing you in, trapping you in a warmth of light that you didn’t want to escape. 

You knew you couldn’t fully tell her, but the way your heart would skip a beat when she’d casually drape an arm over your shoulders had you smiling. How she’d drag you throughout the numerous cafes she’s discovered in her time in the city, never failing to make your day. You were absolutely smitten if you were honest, and the thought of her not wanting to be friends after becoming aware of your feelings absolutely broke you. 

Noticing your dazed expression, Ingrid grabbed your fingers with hers, the both of you now standing hands held, out in the night, almost like two fools ready to partake in playground activities. Her intent behind her actions however was successful, pulling you out of your thoughts and into the present with her.

Taking a deep sigh in, your eyes now looking up expectantly at her, Ingrid jumped off the cliff she’d been resting on since you joined. 

“I’d like to think we’d be pretty good together.” You swallowed hard at her words, eyes growing wide, too afraid to say anything. “You aren’t the only one who’s thought about it…”

This time, it was your turn to be shocked. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Sorry- what?”

She took a deep breath beside you, eyes now barely meeting yours, instead staring past you. 

Peeking over at you to assess your reaction, Ingrid let out the breath she was holding. 

“I think…and I’m sorry if I make this weird…but I think- no I know I like you, like more than a friend. I think I always have, ever since you shyly sat beside me in the locker rooms that first day.” Sensing she had your attention and that you hadn’t yet nearly lost your mind at her, she continued. “I’ve liked you for a while now, I just didn’t want to make things weird between us…I don’t want to lose you as a friend though. So if you don’t feel the same please just let me know, because I don't know how much longer I can hold back the urge to be with you all the time.”

“You are pretty much with me all the time though, so I don't know what you’re holding back on.” You spoke, hoping your voice didn’t betray the smile on your face. You stood, staring at the ground, kicking at the little pebbles at your feet.

Ingrid looked up at you slowly, an incredulous expression on her face. “Is that all you have to say?”

Meeting her gaze, you revealed the smile that you were hiding. “I think…I think we should go on a date tomorrow. What do you think?”

“Wait- really?” Laughing at the surprise on Ingrid’s face, you stepped in a little closer.

“Yup,” you said, popping the ‘p’, a smile bright on your face, even in the dim light. “You and me and the cafe around the corner you like so much…I’ll swing by around nine?”

And as Ingrid eagerly nodded her head vigorously, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around her midsection, a chuckle espying your lips at her enthusiasm, nervous butterflies in your stomach finally, for the first time since you moved here, settling down into a comforting hum full of hope and happiness. 

It felt good to be nervous, you liked this kind of nervousness.

Pulling the Norwegian close, a hug full of promises and a ‘see-you-later’, you couldn’t help but believe that maybe this move wasn’t so terrible after all.

(Future you would agree, a handful of years down the line, as you’d inevitably drag Ingrid on another hike, promises of date nights and cuddles a misdirection as you’d finally reach the peak, the brunette seeing the beauty of another sunset before turning to see the sight of you on one knee.) 

[mymindcreatedthis]

It Feels So Good 18+

Reader x Ingrid Engen

Warning: Smut, Daddy Kink, Teasing, Clit Teasing, R doming Ingrid, Ingrid Receiving, Rough Sex, Blow Job, throat pie, Spanking, Hair pulling, Squirting, leg trapping, Positions: Missionary, On Side, Cowgirl, Sit on the Throne

Word Count: 4.9k

Sorry if there’s any spelling errors or any mistakes. I haven’t proofread it.

*Y/n's POV *

We are currently playing against Canada. We're up 2-0, Ingrid currently playing while I was sitting on the bench. Ingrid has her shorts rolled up, she sprints up the field with the ball. 2 Canada players got on her tail.

She nut mugs them and slams her foot into the ball. The ball soars past the keeper and into the back of the net.

3-0, the girls go crazy and do their celebration. She locks eyes with me and winks at me. I blush darkly, she giggles and goes back to her spot.

Coach looks over at me. "Y/n, warm up."

I nod, I get up and start warming up. Coach calls me over, I go in for Claudia. I go to my spot, I smile at Ingrid. She was most definitely checking me out. I smirk and wink at her, Ingrid blushes and we get in our spots.

The game continues, Canada gets the ball and runs past me and Ingrid. The player tries to but Meg Ingrid but they end up colliding and take a nasty fall. I immediately run over to them.

"Fuck Ingrid, are you okay?" I say.

I help the Canada player up, I kneel down next to Ingrid. "Hey beautiful, you okay?"

"What's hurting now?" I ask.

"My leg." Ingrid says.

Ingrid places her hand on my thigh. She moves it to my inner thigh, touching my dick. In that moment I didn't care though, I was checking on her.

The trainers and coach come over and inspect it. I didn't notice but her hand was on my inner thigh touching my dick.

She's cleared to play the rest of the game. I help her up and we go back to our positions.

*Ingrid’s pov*

Fuck I was turned on, my hand was on Y/n's dick and now I'm really turned on. I was really wet, I watch her ass as she walked away. Alexia walks over to me, I look at her and she giggles.

"You're drooling, close your mouth you're going to swallow a bug." Alexia says.

"Shut up Alexia. I'm so fucking turned on right now. She was kneeling beside me and my hand was on her dick, I'm so fucking wet." I say.

Alexia laughs at me. "I don't blame you. She has a really big dick. I'll give you the room for tonight, I'll stay with Aitana for tonight."

I look over at her and nod. "Thanks Alexia."

"You're welcome honey bee." Alexia giggles.

We get back into our positions and continue the game. Y/n gets the ball and sprints up the field with the ball at her feet, she heads towards the goal. 2 Canadian players hit on her tail, Y/n nutmegs her and the other one takes her down with a nasty side tackle. Y/n skids across the grass from the impact and slides next to the team the Canada player on top of her.

I run over to her and so do the players and our team on the sidelines. I kneel down next to her.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, help me up." She replies.

I help the Canada player up and then help Y/n up.

"Give me a second to walk it off." She says.

I nod, the coach gives her a minute. She gives us the clear signal and we continue the game. The game ends with us winning 4-2. I approach Y/n after the game.

Y/n smiles at me, I smile and place my hand on her side and gently rub it. "You okay beautiful?" I ask her.

"Yeah, just landed on it funny. It's nothing." Y/n says.

"Good." I lean in and whisper in her ear. "Because I was gonna reward you later after scoring. I want you to fuck the daylights out of me and drain your balls in me. A reward for winning the game baby." I whisper.

I pull away and look at Y/n. She blushes darkly and nods. "Okay. I'll come back to your room with you after dinner then."

I nod, I slap her ass and walk away heading into the locker room. I grab my stuff and head onto the bus, we file into the bus. Y/n and I sit together. I smile at her, she smiles back. We leave the stadium and head back to the hotel.

We get back to the hotel and go inside. After a long session of recovery at the training office, and a shitty ice bath we do dinner and then head back to our room.

I unlock our door and open it. Ingrid walks in, I walk in after her. I close the door behind us and lock it. As soon as I turn around Ingrid pins me against the door and makes out with me.

I'm shocked at first but start kissing back. Ingrid rubs my bulge over my shorts, I moan in the kiss as she does this. I slip off her shirt and sports bra as we make out and toss them off to the side. Ingrid slips off my shirt and sports bra and tosses them off to the side as well.

I pick her up as I make out with her and carry her over to my bed. I lay her on my bed as we make out, Ingrid breaks the kiss.

"Mmm stand up baby." Ingrid says.

I do as she says and stand up. Ingrid lays on her stomach, She rubs my bulge over my sweat pants. I moan as she does this, Ingrid smirks. Ingrid lays on her stomach, she slides my sweatpants and boxers half way down my legs. She licks my dick and slowly strokes it.

Ingrid takes my dick in her mouth, I moan in pleasure and close my eyes. "S-Shit."

Ingrid wraps her arms around the back of my legs and holds me still as she bobs her head faster. She chokes and gags a bit as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat.

"F-Fuck Ingrid." I moan and run my fingers through her hair. She bobs her head a bit faster.

After 10 more minutes of an amazing blow job I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Throat pie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. I moan loudly as I shoot ropes of cum in her mouth. Ingrid chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth.

She shows me a mouth full of cum and swallows it. I smile and gently rub her chin as she swallows my cum.

I take off my shirt and bra along and toss them to the side, I slide my pants and boxers down my legs and take them off.

Ingrid takes off her clothes as well. She smirks, she licks my dick and takes my length back in her mouth.

I moan and massage my bobs as she bobs her head a bit faster. I moan in pleasure, Ingrid bobs her head at a fast but steady pace.

I feel my balls tighten. "S-Shit, Ingrid baby I'm gonna cum." I moan.

Ingrid bobs her head faster and faster. "Mmm fuck, I'm gonna cum buckets." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Ingrid hums against my dick and massages my balls. I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

Throat pie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Ingrid chokes and gags a bit as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum in her mouth and down her throat. Ingrid swallows my load and sucks me dry, she gets every drop of cum. My dick falls from her mouth.

"Mmm fuck, you really know how to suck dick." I pant out trying to catch my breath.

Ingrid giggles, I smirk and lay her back on the bed. I slide her shorts and panties down her legs and toss them off to the side. I swipe my finger up her folds collecting her juices on my fingers.

"Mmm fuck baby, you're soaking wet." I say.

"All for you daddy." Ingrid says.

I smirk, I kiss her neck and leave hickys. I kiss from her neck down to her chest, leaving hickys on her chest. I kiss her tits, Ingrid moans and runs her fingers through my hair. I kiss her boobs down to her toned stomach/ abs. I kiss and suck on her stomach and abs leaving a few hickys.

I kiss abs suck in her inner thighs, Ingrid moans and runs her fingers through my hair.

I lick her folds. "Mmm fuck." Ingrid moans. I smirk, I slip in a finger and slowly finger get as I begin to eat her out.

"Fuck Y/n." Ingrid moans.

she massages her boobs and grinds against my finger and face as I continue to eat her out. I slip in a second finger and finger go a bit faster as I eat her out.

"Mmm fuck, right there. Right there." Ingrid moans.

Ingrid rests her legs on my shoulders and wraps her thighs around my head a bit as I continue to eat her out and finger her faster I feel her walls clench around fingers letting me know that she was close to cumming. Ingrid moans in pleasure and cutely grips the sheets.

*Ingrid’s pov*

I moan loudly in pleasure and grip the sheets as Y/n fingers me faster as she continues to eat me out. I moan as she rolls her tongue on my clit adding different amounts of pressure.

"Holy shit, Fuck daddy." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n sucks on my clit as she fingers me faster. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"Fuck....Y/n baby I'm gonna cum." I moan.

Y/n continues to suck on my clit and fingers me even faster than before. I can't take it anymore, I cum all over Y/n's fingers, face, and chin. Y/n helps me ride out my high.

Y/n smirks, she takes her fingers out of me. Y/n licks and sucks my juices off her fingers and wipes my juices off her face. Y/n comes back up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

"Mmm you taste amazing baby." Y/n says.

I smile and kiss her. "Fuck you really know how to eat a girl out." I mutter panting and trying to catch my breath.

"Breathe baby, catch your breath. We will continues once you get your breath back." Y/n smirks teasing my folds with her fingers.

I moan as she does this. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." I moan.

*Y/n's Pov*

Fuck Ingrid was super wet. I smirk and tease her folds as she tries to catch her breath. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." Ingrid cutely moans.

I giggle. "Sorry baby."

Ingrid smirks. "Grab the chair and sit down baby I got a new position in mind."

"Mmm okay baby girl." I say.

I grab the chair, I pull it out from under the desk and sit down. Ingrid turns her back to me, she grabs my dick and helps guide my tip in and then slowly sinks down on my dick.

I moan once I'm back in her cum filled pussy. Ingrid moans in pleasure as she takes me back deep inside her. Ingrid moans as she takes me deep inside her.

"Fuck. You're really deep in there." Ingrid moans.

I moan in pleasure and place my hands on her hips as she slowly slides up and down on my dick. Ingrid moans and slides up and down on my dick a bit faster than before.

Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. "Mmmm fuck, feels so good." Ingrid moans.

I moan and help her slide up and down on my dick as she goes faster and faster. I moan and lean forward and kiss her neck, and back as she continues to ride me.

"Mmm fuck, right there Ingrid." I moan in pleasure.

Ingrid moans and goes faster and faster her skin slaps against mine  as our moans fill the room. Fuck I don't think I can't pull out in time. The urge to cum was getting stronger.

"Where do you want me to cum love?" I ask.

"Don't pull out, cum inside me." Ingrid moans.

"Are you sure baby?" I ask.

"Yes I'm sure." She says moaning.

"F-Fuck." Ingrid moans loudly in pleasure.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out." I tease her as she moves her hips back and forth fast and hard.

"Fuck yes, daddy I love it so much." Ingrid moans out in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck, I-Ingrid baby I'm close." I moan In pleasure.

"Fuck I'm close daddy, I'm gonna cum." Ingrid moans.

"Me too." I moan.

"Yes daddy, pump me full of your cum." Ingrid moans.

I moan in pleasure as I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls. Ingrid moans in pleasure. After 2 more minutes I feel my balls tighten.

Creampie #1:

Ingrid moans in pleasure and slams her ass down. I can't take it anymore, and bust my load deep inside her. Ingrid moan and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

I help Ingrid slide up and down on my dick slowly helping her ride out her high. Once me and Ingrid come down from our highs, she slowly gets up sliding off my dick.

Thick cum glazes her folds. Cum immediately pours out of her, cum drips onto my lip, my dick and on the ground, some goes on my abs.

"Mmm. Lay on the bed baby, I wanna ride you." Ingrid says.

I smirk, I do as she says and lay down on the bed. Ingrid smirks and Straddles me, she lines my tip up with her entrance and push the tip in. She moans and slowly sinks down on my dick, I moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick.

We both moan as she slowly sinks down on my dick taking my length deep inside her. We both moan, I moan and place my hands on her hips.

Ingrid moans and slowly slides up and down on my dick. We both moan in pleasure. "Mmm fuck daddy, you're really deep in there."

I smirk and moan, Ingrid moans and grips the headboard balancing herself as she slides up and down on my dick a bit faster than before.

"Mmm fuck it feels so good." Ingrid cries out in pleasure.

"Good cause you're about to be stuffed." I moan out and slap her ass.

Ingrid gasps and moans as I slap her ass. "Yes please, stuff me full of your thick cum."

Ingrid moans as she slides up and down on my dick faster and harder. Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. Her tits bounce up and down as she goes faster and harder.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Ingrid moans and massages my boobs as she continues to ride me. "Mmm feels so fucking good." Ingrid moans out in pleasure.

"Mmm you like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask and slap her ass.

Ingrid moans as my dick starts to pound her g spot. "Fuck daddy, I love it. I love you stretching me out." Ingrid moans.

"Mmm Ingrid baby slow down a bit. Ahh I'm gonna cum." I moan.

"That's the point baby, I'm gonna collect every drop of cum you got." Ingrid sexily moans, Ingrid moans and continues to ride me.

I moan and squeeze her ass, Ingrid moans. I grip the sheets fuck her pussy felt so good.

"You close baby? You gonna bust your load deep inside my pussy?" Ingrid asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm gonna pump you full of cum." I moan in pleasure.

Ingrid moans and squirts all over my dick and abs again. Ingrid keeps going.

"Ingrid baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan.

"Me too." Ingrid moans

Creampie #2:

Ingrid slams her ass down on my dick, I bust my massive load deep inside her. Ingrid moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I continue to pump her full with my seed and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck that's it. Give me your cum, give me all it." Ingrid moans as my cum continues to ooze and spurt inside her.

I help Ingrid ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. My dick falls limp, thick cum oozes out of her and drips onto my dick, my abs, my lap and onto the bed. 

Ingrid smirks. "Wanna fuck my tits while I catch my breath?"

I smirk and nod. "Yes please."

"Come on Y/n." Ingrid says and grabs her boobs. "Fuck my tits."

"Well that may have been the hottest thing I've heard." I say as I straddle Ingrid Sternum.

Once I'm straddling Ingrid's Sternum I stroke my dick until I'm hard then lay my dick in between her boobs. The brunette then grasps her tits and wraps them around my Dick then I start slowly sliding my dick in between Ingrid's tits.

"Does that feel good Y/n?" Ingrid innocently questions.

"Fucking incredible." I say as I continue to fuck her tits.

As I keep fucking her tits Ingrid starts talking Dirty to me which is really hot. It also makes me cum a lot faster than I thought it would.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I question.

"Just cum on me." Ingrid says.

I nod and continue to fuck Ingrid's tits. I moan loudly as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Mmm someone's close huh? Hehe you gonna bust your load all over me? You gonna shoot ropes of cum all over my tits and face?" Ingrid questions and talks seductively.

Cumshot/ facial:

I moan loudly and bust my load all over her tits. Cum shoots on her tits and onto her face. "Ahhh fuck." I moan as I continue to shoot ropes of cum onto her tits and face.

"Mmm fuck you have amazing tits." I moan coming down from my high as the last of my cum oozes all over her tits.

"Thanks." Ingrid says. She unwraps her boobs from around my dick.

Ingrid scoops up all the cum she can and puts it into her mouth.

"Mmm you taste good." Ingrid says.

"T-Thanks." I stutter. Ingrid smiles and sits up. She lays on her side and scoots back against me and lifts her leg up a bit. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Ingrid moans as she takes my dick deep inside her. "Mmm so tight and wet." I moan in pleasure.

"Mm you're really deep in there." Ingrid moans.

*Ingrid's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me. I can feel her throbbing inside me. She really needed a release.

I moan and rest my head against hers. I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me.

Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy when her cute moans as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before.

I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me faster and a bit harder. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck daddy you're really deep in me." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby daddy balls deep inside you stretching you out?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room.

She was so sexy when she was a Dom. Fuck her being Dom made my legs wake and made me super wet. It was a major turn on.

I moan in pleasure my walls clench around her. It's only been 20 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm so close, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers and nips my ear.

I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as  feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going, she goes at an angle and starts to hit my g spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure. "Mm fuck, so tight." Y/n cutely moans In pleasure.

I wrap my arm around her, I look deep into her eyes as she continues to bottom out in my pussy.

I moan and kiss her deeply we both moan in the kiss. Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder.

My tits bounce up and down as she continues to fuck me. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. I feel her dick throbbing inside me she was super hard and needed a release.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. "Ugh fuck, Y/n baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release.

My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot. I feel my walls clench around her dick.

"Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out.

I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick. Y/n moans in pleasure as she goes faster and harder. Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

"Yes, Yes cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I smile and moan as I see pleasure on her face, her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle and moan. " cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." I moan.

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Ingrid giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Ingrid moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy. Ingrid cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

" mmm fuck." Ingrid moans.

I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum.

I help Ingrid ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum glazed her folds as cum pours out of her, cum drips down her thigh and oozes onto the bed.

We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breath. "Fuck you can really make a girl cum." Ingrid looks at me and smiles. "Daddy all tapped out does she still got one more round left in her?"

I smirk and nod. "I got one more round left for you baby."

Ingrid smirks, she lays in Missionary. I smirk and join her, I rub my tip through her folds. "F-Fuck, Y/n stop teasing just put it in."

I smirk and nod. I slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick. We both moan as I'm back in her cum filled pussy.

I smirk, I lean down and kiss her. Ingrid kisses back. "M-Move." Ingrid moans.

I rest my head against Ingrid and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

*Ingrid's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rest my head against hers.

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before.

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet.

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out.

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure.

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck.

Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moan and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets.

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperate needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go.

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming. "Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I was as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy."

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes, yes cum in me. I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." Ingrid moans in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Ingrid giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Ingrid moans loudly in pleasure. Ingrid Leg Traps me so I can’t pull out.

Creampie #4:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside Ingrid. Ingrid moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I dhoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Ingrid moans.

I rest my head against hers as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum. I help Ingrid ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum oozes out of her and onto the bed. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths. I pull the covers over us, I cuddle with Ingrid. Ingrid smiles and kisses me, I smile and kiss back. We cuddle and end up falling asleep.

[justanothersquidblog]

After the New Squidbeak Splatoon's Attack on Octo Valley and played that treacherous song- the Squad had been one commander short, as did many other squads in the Octarian Military and after the king's return, Ingrid hoped that meant she'd be promoted as a new elite commander. Wrong. Her squad had been set to be some inkling girl's back up dancer crew.

At first it was humiliating. But- they'd all grown so attached- and when she'd been taken away from them- away to.. the surface. They followed suit soon after. Wondering, hoping, reaching for the sky of constellations their shooting star fell from.

Now, living on the surface, they must adapt to their new surroundings. One step at a time.

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BEHOLD. THE BACK UP DANCER FIC. GRAH. I hope you enjoy this was very self indulgent for me so forgive me if its messy. It's hard to have a lot of information about your ocs and then have to restrain yourself and feed it out into small bites.

[cynical-gamer-media]

The Blue Lions are without question the least closest House in FE3H (long thread)

The Blue Lions are without question the least closest House in FE3H. The writing of AM does questionable choices to the BL as it focuses solely on Dimitri that it neglects how the Blue Lions feel about him, the world they live in, and their relationships with each other.

🦁🔵If we look at the Blue Lions with Blue Lions Supports to A:

Dimitri: 5/7

Felix: 5/7

Dedue: 5/7

Sylvain: 3/7

Ashe: 4/7

Ingrid: 5/7

Mercedes: 6/7

Annette: 5/7

🦅🔴If we look at the Black Eagles with Black Eagles Supports to A:

Edelgard: 6/7

Dorothea: 6/7

Petra: 5/7

Bernadetta: 5/7

Hubert: 5/7

Ferdinand: 5/7

Caspar: 5/7

Linhardt: 5/7

🦌🟡If we look at the Golden Deer with Golden Deer Supports to A:

Claude: 5/7

Lorenz: 5/7

Ignatz: 5/7

Raphael: 5/7

Lysithea: 4/7

Marianne: 5/7

Hilda: 5/7

Leonie: 4/7

It's an interesting mix of Supports! The Blue Lions is the only House with someone having 3 A Supports with someone from the same House (Sylvain). Black Eagles is the only House to have no less than 5 A Supports with someone from the same House.

The Faerghus Four feels like a group barely held together, on the verge of collapsing. They are only together because of the 'good ol' days', but friendship circles end. People change, and wish to mingle with others.

Sylvain & Felix would never stick with Dimitri during his time of madness: they have shown to criticise Faerghus society (see it as a ticking time bomb) & people being yes men (and are open about it), so why are they yes-manning for Dimitri?

Felix criticises Dimitri time and again, and has criticised senseless massacres and blind obedience (his C Support with Dedue), so why is he following Dimitri without challenging him? Felix would have been kicked out by Dimitri if he didn't choose to leave.

Whilst Ingrid does say that Felix wishes to get strong to protect his friends (their A Support) that doesn't mean he will follow Dimitri. If anything he would be even more vocal about his disapproval. Dimitri doesn't care about his men (at that time), so why should he?

Sylvain is quite critical of Faerghus and Dimitri's rule (even in CF as a Black Eagle); he would never blindly follow anyone. He would have left so to ensure Faerghus (or at least Gautier) are kept together during a time when the future king abandoned them.

Dimitri does describe Sylvain as loyal to his friends, but their Support only gets up to B. Sylvain mostly refers to him as 'Your Highness'. Their friendship is strained, or has even ended.

Ingrid doesn't seem to know Sylvain beyond the facade. Contrast that with Dedue, who even after the C Support with Sylvain starts to see him for who he truly is/beyond his facade.

Outside Dimitri the only Faerghus Four member that Dedue would get along with is Sylvain. Sylvain sees him as a person and believes what happened to Duscur was unacceptable. Dedue is simply around Felix & Ingrid because Dimitri is friends with them.

Sylvain doesn't feel comfortable with people getting too close to him (hence only having 3 A Supports), thus showcasing he isn't close to his House--the Blue Lions.

The Blue Lions being the least closest House could have been compelling, if the writers dwelled into it. But because everything revolves around Dimitri the Blue Lions feel like they're just there to play as yes-men to uplift Dimitri.

The Black Eagles & Golden Deer feel tight-knit because of their relationship to their Lords (Edelgard & Claude), how they view the world around them, and their relationships with each other. They're not afraid to tease or challenge their Lords, and they all grow together.

The Black Eagles & Golden Deer feel integral to Edelgard & Claude; without their friends they would not be here or have grown. Whereas with the Blue Lions they don't challenge Dimitri or help him grow: he becomes better because Rodrigue saved him and Byleth gave a pep-talk.

You could take out the Blue Lions during Dimitri's moment of madness and nothing would have changed. (If Byleth & Rodrgiue are out then there is a change).

The Blue Lions being the least closest House could have been compelling if the writers emphasised that/shown more interactions between the Lions and show some challenge Dimitri (not just being yes-men).

[caliburn-the-sword]

emma made me viscerally uncomfortable from season 3-6 and the reason is because it was like watching a barbarian multiclass as a cleric. like girl stop with the magical energy blasts!! just hit him with your sword!!! punch him in the face!!!!

[bun-lapin]

NRC Staff Story: Salad

Summary: Lunchtime for Divus Crewel, Ingrid Oster, and Hui-Yan

A/N: Another comedic, slice-of-life fic featuring members of NRC staff! This time featuring some of my staff OCs~! Thanks to @unfinished-projects-galore for the card templates~!

Word Count: 1k CW: comedic slice-of life, friendly bickering, food, alcohol (Hui-Yan intro post) (Ingrid intro post)

Seated in the empty staff break room, Professor Oster sighs with frustration at the document in her hand. Absentmindedly, she pokes at a small bowl of salad on the table in front of her as her eyes scan the lines of data on each page. Occasionally, she mutters a series of numbers and then grabs a pencil to correct something on the paper.

The door suddenly swings open and Professor Crewel steps in the room with an elegant smile on his face. Nodding amicably towards the seated professor, he calls out, “Good afternoon, Ingrid.” Humming softly to himself, he walks over to the fridge and retrieves a small, black and white thermos from the very back. As he pours the contents into a teacup, he glances over at her and asks, “What are you working on over there, darling?”

Ingrid glares irritably at him for a moment before turning back to her task with a small huff. “It’s the supplies list for the infirmary,” she explains. Shaking her head, she adds in an exasperated tone, “Honestly! For such a prestigious school, the students here get in far too many accidents and fights.”

Crewel takes a long sip from his teacup. He licks some of the drink from his upper lip and then grins towards Ingrid. “I suppose boys will be boys wherever you go!” he says with a hearty laugh.

Ingrid narrows her eyes in suspicion and remarks, “You’re unusually chipper considering how early it is right now. Is that brandy in your cup?”

Placing a hand to his chest, Crewel leans back in a perfect impression of innocent shock and cries out, “My dear friend! How could you ever accuse me of such a thing? I’ll have you know, I am a consummate professional!” Stepping closer towards Ingrid, he drops his voice and asks, “Why do you ask? Did you want some?” Crewel holds up his thermos and shakes it enticingly.

Glancing down at the black and white thermos, Ingrid considers the offer for a moment. Ultimately though, she decides against it and shakes her head. “I really need to focus on filling out this form. Crowley asked me to submit it by the end of the day.” Tucking a strand of bright red hair behind her ear, she mutters to herself, “Not to mention, if I was going to day-drink, I would need something with way less sugar. I don’t need the empty calories from brandy.”

Crewel raises his eyebrows and repeats, “Empty calories?” His gaze lands on the table and he notices the salad in front of Ingrid. Lazily gesturing towards the bowl, he remarks, “Ah! That explains the rabbit food. Are you dieting again?”

Glaring at her fellow professor, Ingrid almost growls with frustration, “Do you even hear yourself? You sound like one of those meat-obsessed Savanaclaw boys.” She picks up her fork and aggressively waves a leafy green in Crewel’s face as she says, “It’s a vegetable, Divus. You and the rest of the boys at this school could really stand to eat more of them.”

Waving one hand dismissively, Crewel shoos Ingrid’s fork away from his face. With a small smirk on his face, he shakes his head, “None for me, thank you~! I’ve already had my lunch.”

Ingrid sniffs disapprovingly and asks, “Oh yeah? And what did you eat today?” She sniffs again, “Because based on the atrocious mix of cologne you’re wearing, it smells like you had at least three different male faculty members.”

Crewel frowns slightly and then turns his face towards one shoulder to discreetly smell it. After taking in a few deep breaths, he glances at Ingrid sullenly and then turns away from her with a little huff. “A gentleman is entitled to a few secrets,” he mutters.

Slamming one hand down on the table, Ingrid yells, “I see no gentleman in this room!” Shoving the salad fork in his face once more, she shouts in a voice that betrays her crippling need for gossip, “Tell me! Tell me who you hooked up with today, Divus! Either tell me or eat this kale!!”

Turning his head swiftly from side to side, Crewel attempts to evade the attacking salad and cries out, “I will do no such thing! I didn’t even hookup with anyone, it was just some heavy petting!”

“Aha!! So you admit that something happened!” Ingrid shouts triumphantly, an almost crazed gleam in her eyes. She grabs Crewel’s arm and doubles her efforts to force the truth from him via salad fork.

The break room door suddenly swings open and the two professors look up from their struggle towards the figure in the doorway. Professor Hui-Yan, holding a small box wrapped in red cloth, steps into the room and then stares wordlessly at the pair for a moment. Ingrid and Crewel exchange sheepish glances in the heavy silence.

Raising an eyebrow, Hui-Yan finally asks, “Professor Oster. Why are you putting salad leaves in Professor Crewel’s hair?”

After releasing Crewel’s arm, Ingrid drops her fork back in the bowl and forces out a polite laugh, “Nothing to worry about, dearie. I’m just being a good friend and sharing my lunch.”

Glancing at the salad on the table, Hui-Yan remarks, “Is that all you’re eating for lunch? Eating only leafy greens is no way to maintain fighting form. You should really have at least a little protein.”

Ingrid rolls her eyes and asks, “Fighting form? Who am I even fighting?” Behind her, taking another long sip from his teacup, Crewel wordlessly raises his hand.

Ignoring Ingrid’s sarcastic line of questioning, Hui-Yan unwraps the cloth wrapped bundle in her hands. Revealing it to be a wooden bento box, she removes the lid and takes out a pair of chopsticks. Showing the contents to Ingrid, Hui-Yan says, “Here. Please have some of my shrimp shumai.” Using the chopsticks, she picks up a dumpling and holds it up towards Ingrid’s face.

Staring skeptically at the offered food, Ingrid asks, “Why are you trying to hand feed me?”

Hui-Yan politely smiles and answers, “I assumed you do not know how to use chopsticks.”

“Hmmm… An accurate assumption,” Ingrid mutters quietly. Opening her mouth, she hesitantly accepts the shumai hovering in front of her face. Chewing the food with a thoughtful expression, Ingrid swallows and then stares at Hui-Yan for moment. With a slightly defeated looking frown, she whispers, “Damn. That was the most delicious dumpling I’ve ever had.”

[kasiobite03]

the empty frame in bobbys castle tower is a metaphor for jaiden and roiers family. they shared a house a bed items son, roier showed her his basement, melissa, his betrayal scars, and his home that was meant to be a community house. and jaiden couldnt fully believe she wasnt taking too much when it was her house! it was her base too! she moved out of the home she was building to move in with roier but she still felt like an intruder to her own home! she saw it as a temporary home for until she could move out and build her own base. but she still cared for and accepted every part of roier. and roier loved jaiden back too! when they died in that airship, he cleared out the dungeon and gave jaiden armor and spirit orbs and when jaiden accepted his anger and blame it just fizzled out. jaiden understands. so then roier left a empty frame at the bottom of the tower for jaiden to fill whenever she came back and they laughed and joked while tucking bobby in and jaiden said i bet you a hundred million dollars we'll see bobby tomorrow and roier said are you sure and it was a joke and then tomorrow came and jaiden was an hour too late. and then roier joked and laughed and when jaiden came and he had to break the news he couldn't anymore. because with jaiden roier can let down the jokes and with roier jaiden can be sure he has her back and support and when jaiden fell off the edge roier jumped down to join her before she could even say anything and they had pvp lessons together and a heart to heart as the sun rised and in the end the community house lays abandoned and bobby fields is filled with copies of the best day they had together and the attic is never looked at again and the top floor of bobbys tower isnt either.

[0kayblue]

Trying Not To Love You

Trying Not To Love You 

It’s been two years and you haven’t seen Leon since you died. 

(Part I)  (Part II) 

Main character relations: Leon Kennedy x reader 

Word Count: 5k (a little over) 

Mentions of death, alcohol, cigarettes, pills, and depression. Angst with no comfort. 

A/N: Didn’t see this coming did you? I didn’t either. I’ve been sad. Enjoy! @dargoww @xpipixd @azznina @ovrparty

“Don’t you dare!” Leon yelled at you while he held onto you for dear life. Your head was light and your vision was blurry while the ringing in your ears grew louder. It was a miracle you could hear him at all. 

“Take the shot!” Was all you could manage to muster back up at him while you dangled in the air. The ocean is stirring in a fury below you, ready to take you under as soon as you let go. Your open wound makes it feel like you were being ripped in half and Leon wasn’t going to let go of you anytime soon. 

It’s funny because the positions were supposed to be swapped. That’s what you saw in your nightmares all the time. Clinging to him for dear life and in the end he made the moral decision and let go. He sacrificed himself for the world over and over while you begged for any other outcome. It was your turn to make the moral decision, though. 

“Leon.” You cooed as your eyes met his. “I’ll be okay.” 

“No, dammit!” It came out through gritted teeth as tears streamed down his face. Has he been crying this whole time? “You’ve got Sydney and Bill to look after! You’ve gotta hold on!” 

“Leon-.” You tried to fight with him as you let go of him. 

“No, (Y/N)! I said no.” He took the shot and missed. Just missing Claire before he dropped the gun and grabbed your arm with his other hand. “There! I took the shot, I missed, now help me pull you up!” He begged you. He pleaded with you. He tries to tighten his grip on you as you begin to slip from his grasp. 

“Please, Leon.” 

“What about me? You can’t do this to me!” His voice breaking, “I need you! Like you, I can’t live a life knowing you aren’t out there!” You just beamed up at him as seconds felt like hours and your body begged for you to give up. 

“Leon! (Y/N)! A little help!” You heard Claire yell from down below as her and her brother fired rounds of bullets trying to defend themselves from the supernatural-esque being attacking them. 

“I trust you, Leon. Make the right decision.” You saw Leon’s mouth move and caught a glimpse of him going for his disregarded gun while you fell. Your body felt weightless as you began to plummet towards the solid ocean ready to greet you with open arms. Your eyes shut as you accepted the fate you had been dealt and as a sudden familiar warmth enveloped you. 

Your eyes open as you sit up in your bed. Your eyes heavy as you rubbed them while your limbs ached. Your hand reached for the warmth of your husband. Bill groaned slightly as your hand gently rested on his shoulder. A little laugh left you as you brought yourself closer to him, holding him to your torso. 

“Five more minutes.” He tried to barter with you. 

“It’s nearly ten thirty, sweetheart.” 

“It’s Saturday.” 

“True, but you promised a certain nine year old a-.”

“Dad!” Sydney called for Bill before you could finish. Bill sighed as he turned to you while wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. 

“Do you think if we remain absolutely silent and still she’d forget?” He asked as he nuzzled into your neck and you let out an airy giggle. 

“I highly doubt it.” You kissed the side of his face as the bedroom door opened. 

“Dad! Wake up.” She demanded as she crawled into the bed and forced her way in between the two of you. “It’s almost-.” 

Sydney was cut off by the sound of a loud fake snore coming from Bill as he shut his eyes. She was clearly irritated as she shoved him playfully, “Come on! You said that you’d take me out for dad and daughter day and mom said that the diner opens at eleven.” You wrapped your arms around her as you squeezed her tight. 

“Your mom told you that?” Bill asked, opening his eyes and propping himself up to look at the two of you. A sight he’s convinced he would never get enough of. As much as he despised every fiber of Leon’s being, he was eternally grateful that he jumped into the water after you. 

“I did.” You placed a kiss on Sydney’s cheek while she tried to pry away from you. 

“Mom.” She whined in disgust while you laughed. “Not funny.” She pouted, breaking free from you and climbing off the bed. 

“I love you too.” You said as you flopped on your back and looked at Bill. 

“Get up, it’s time to go.” Sydney demanded as she walked out of the room leaving the door open behind her, “Let’s go!” You both laughed as you laid on your side and wrapped your arms around Bill’s neck. 

“You heard her.” 

“I did.” He placed a chaste little kiss against your lips while you smiled against his lips. “You should come.” 

“It’s Ingrid’s birthday, remember? I’m taking her out to dinner and then probably drinks and then who knows what. Besides, before too long she’s not going to want a thing to do with daddy daughter time.” 

Bill sighed, “I’m trying not to think about it.”

“I know, she’s growing up so fast. I don’t know what to do? She’s already starting to hate me.” You whined, knowing what was around the bend.

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“Yet.” Bill laughed and you shot him a playful glare, “I’m serious. I feel it coming.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“You can not say that. You never were a pre-teen girl.”

“That is true. Listen, I’ll talk to her today-.”

“No, you can’t! That’ll only make it worse.” Your laughter turned into a sigh, “I’ll just take it with a grain of salt.” 

“Such a trooper.” He mocked as his hands snuck up your pajama shirt and grazed over the scar tissue causing you to shiver. “Are you okay?” He asked, his tone and posture changing to rigid and serious.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Your lips connected with his as you pushed the memories out of your head. His lips interlocked with yours and was hesitant at first, but then quickly kept up with you. He pulled you closer to him as one strong hand made its way between your shoulder blades and the other rested against your hip. He kept you in place while his tongue ghosted your bottom lip. He takes in your quiet little moan as his tongue slips into your mouth. Your grip on him tightens as you try to pull yourself closer to him. His mouth leaves yours regretfully and he trails down your neck. His name gets stuck in your throat and just as you mewl against him Sydney shouts for you. 

“Mom! I can’t find my brush! Do you know where it is? Mom!” Bill groans against your skin and you try not to yourself. 

“You better get ready.” You kiss his chin as you pry yourself away from him and stumble out of bed. Bill was quick to snap up and reached out for you; ready to catch you. You laughed and ushered him away with a shake of your hand, “I’m okay.” Walking was still difficult after two years. 

It’s been two years and it’s hard to believe how far you’ve come. From the grave to the hospital bed to now, so much has changed. Ingrid retired last year, Chris and Claire started and worked for their own privately funded agency, and Leon worked with them for a while. 

You grabbed Sydney’s brush from the breakfast bar and headed towards her room. You knocked on the door frame waving the brush in the air, “You going to let me brush your hair?” You hoped she would say yes that way you wouldn’t have to fight with her about it. She nodded as she went back to putting on miss matched neon colored socks. You smiled to yourself as you sat down next to her on her bed. “Face the door, please.” She did as she was told as you started to brush her hair. You hummed slightly as you tried to remain as gentle as possible with her. 

“Mom?” She asked slowly, unsure if she should even ask the question in the back of her brain. 

“Yeah, honey?” 

“Do you believe in true love?” You laughed slightly as Sydney turned to look at you and she grew defensive. 

“Of course I do.” You answered before she could back track, “Why? Do you have a crush?”

Her face turned bright red, “I do not!” You bit your cheek so you wouldn’t laugh. She was so easy to read and so adorable. 

“It’s okay if you do. I’ve had a number of crushes.” 

“You have?” 

“A billion. I’ve fallen in and out of love a number of times.”

“But you have dad. There were people before dad?” You raised your eyebrows, unsure of how to answer that.

So you opted for a lie, “No one came close to your father.” You got up and grabbed a headband from one of her vanity drawers to match the somewhat mixed matched outfit she picked out. She was getting better at picking out her own clothes.

“When will I find something like that?” She asked as you put the headband behind her ears and fixed her hair. 

“Not for a while.” 

“How do you know?” 

“Because when you really fall in love is when you grow older.”

“Is it complicated?”

“Sometimes.” You bit your lip not wanting to break her heart, “But, not really. You’ll know when you know.”

“Is Aunt Ingrid in love? She’s old.” 

You laugh, “Tell you what, I’ll ask her tonight and I will tell you word for word what she says.” You kissed the top of her head before she headed out the door. You chuckled trying to keep this feeling of Leon from settling in your stomach. 

Following her out you caught Bill in the hallway as he pulled you to his chest. He pushed you away and signaled for you to twirl as he held your hand above your head. You compiled before he pulled you back into his embrace and then dipped you, “My love.” He said before kissing you. 

You giggle as he brings you up and kisses you again. You hold his hand gently as you walk into the living room. He squeezed it gently and let go as he went to grab his keys, “You ready to go, Sid?” 

“Yeah.” She said as she tied her shoes. 

“Can mom come?” You gave Bill a side eye. 

“No. You said it would be just us like last time. You’d let me drink soda all day-.”

“I did. I forgot.” Bill said with an awkward little chuckle as he slipped on his shoes. 

You glared at him, “Soda all day? No water?” 

“Not a drop. Also unlimited candy at the movies.” 

“Unlimited?” You pressed on as your glare grew sharper. 

“Alright, that is enough, kid. You’re getting me in trouble.” You moaned in response as he set a hand on Sydney’s head, ruffling her hair. Messing it up. You sighed as you went over to her and fixed her head band. He kissed your cheek once you stood up. “What time will you be home?” 

“Probably later than you, but hopefully not too late. You know Ingrid, never know what she’ll throw at you since she retired. So don’t wait up.”

“Alright. Have fun and be safe. Just a phone call away.” 

“I know, I know. Same goes for you two. I don’t want to see you on the news.” You joked. 

“Alright, Sid. Let’s head out.” He opened the door slightly and then shut it, “Give mom a hug first.” 

Sydney wrapped her arms around you briefly, opened the door, and ran for the car. “Bye, love you!” 

“Love you too.” You said with a sigh and a little smile. Bill kissed the corner of your cheek. 

“Please be careful.” Your tone laced with the slightest hint of worry. 

“We will.” He kissed the corner of your mouth and then peppered a little kiss on your lips, “I gotta go.” 

“I know.” He parted from your side and went to unlock the car so Sydney could get in. 

“Also, be sure to make sure she drinks one glass of water! Sneak a vegetable or two in there as well!” 

“Yeah, yeah!” He replied as he opened the car door for Sydney and she climbed in. “Love you!” He shouted before getting in the driver's seat and shutting the door. “We are not doing that. One day isn’t going to kill us. Right?”He said as he turned to look at Sydney in the back seat. 

“Right!” It was a victorious answer that fell from the mouth of a wide smile. 

As Bill backed out of the driveway a bittersweet sigh leaves your lips. The house settles into quiet as you flop onto the couch and debate over if it was even worth it to pick up the remote. Unsure if you were able to stomach whatever the headline might be today. Depression settles in your bones as you groan and just lay down on the couch disregarding the remote. 

You were tired. So unbelievably tired. 

You slipped a hand under your shirt and grazed your fingers over the scar that you’ve had for two years. You’ve tried everything to get rid of it. Lotions and butters and special all natural balms. But it never left and you’ve gaslit yourself into believing that it was fading. You’ve thought about covering it, but with its awkward surface area you weren’t too confident on what to cover it with. 

You know you should just learn to love it and all it stood for. The fact that you went out and fought for your family. You were an active part in trying to make the world a better place for your daughter. You stood your ground and took the fall for humanity. 

But, it hurt. It hurts so much that you still actively dream about that day over and over; sometimes wishing that you would’ve just drowned. This life is everything you could’ve asked for and more than you thought you deserved.

You had a former career that genuinely helped people. You were good at it too. You were smart and were able to retire early. You made yourself into something you thought wasn’t possible. 

 You were a mother, something you never thought you had the strength to do. Sydney loved and adored you to the moon and back and you felt the same for her. If not more intensely. You may not be her biological mother, but she is your child and you would do anything for her a million times over. A parental unconditional love that you provided despite never truly experiencing it for yourself.

You had a husband that loved you so much that the moment you woke up he was on his knees thanking whatever higher power that was out there. A husband that loved you mind, body, soul, and beyond. That you betrayed every time you thought about the pit in your heart that had another’s name. 

You groaned in frustration as you turned on your side. Whenever you weren’t occupied your thoughts always drifted back here. The pills and therapy sessions could only do so much. You could only take so much while constantly feeling like you were only half full. 

So instead of fighting with yourself you opted for sleep. Shutting your eyes with a deep breath you hoped to dream of anything other than your death or Leon. 

Hours had passed and you sat across from Ingrid at one of the bar tables. You were laughing at some lame joke you told her that you found hilarious that she thought was just stupid. But, your laughter was contagious as her head started to hurt from laughing so hard. 

As you both quieted down you picked up your drink and took a sip, “Woo.” A sound of relief leaving your lips as you sit the drink back down, “So, tell me more about this mystery person.” You nudged her, hoping that the alcohol would loosen her up enough to finally spill the details she didn’t want you to know. 

Ingrid laughed, “Well, let’s just say I think there might be a future.”

“Really?” You say with excitement, “I’ll have to tell Sydney then.” Ingrid raised an eyebrow as she brought her drink to her lips. You rolled your eyes with a little smile, “She was asking me today about love and asked if you were in love.”

“She did?”

“Mhm, I told her that it’s something you figure out with age,” you took a drink of your drink before starting again, “and she called you old.” You snickered and Ingrid let out a joking frustrated sigh. 

“Thanks, kid.”

“She calls it like she sees it.” You laugh, your hand finding your knee. 

“Hey!” 

“Oh, come on, you don’t look a day over twenty-one.” You complimented her, hoping it eased some of that pain behind her joking exterior. 

“Gee, thanks.” There was a pause while Ingrid took another drink. The anniversary of your death was around the corner and she was worried for you. She always was. Your friendship being one of the things she was glad remained after your retirement. You helped her through her own, it being something she didn’t think she would struggle so badly with. “So?” She asked. 

“So?” It was your turn to raise an eyebrow as you sipped from the stronger than usual drink you’ve been nursing all night. 

“You know.” She coaxed and you sighed. She had a million questions buzzing around in her head but settled on the easiest, “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine. It’s your birthday and it’s been years-.”

“It’s only been two and neither of us are used to that sort of trauma, (Y/N).” She fought, “So, how are you really?” 

“I’m fine…” It wasn’t a complete lie, “I’m hanging in there. I still dream about it- I did last night- but I’m going to a shrink and I talk with Bill about it. He helps a lot.”

“Mhm.” She moaned.

“What? He does. It’s hard for me to be completely open about it, y’know. There’s some things he doesn’t understand and there’s some things I’d rather he didn’t try to understand.” 

“Mhm.” More emphasis on this moan and you just scoffed. “I’m just saying.” Silence settled between the two of you as you both nursed your drinks. “Does he know it was basically you and Leon the whole time?” She didn’t know if it was the alcohol or if she was tired of you hiding from it. 

“No.” 

“What about your little confession?” 

“No. I don’t want to break his heart, Ingrid.” You sighed, “You saw the state he was in when he thought I was dead. I love him too much to break him like that.”

“I know,” Ingrid sighed, “but don’t you think you should tell him? Don’t you think it’s shitty of you to not?” 

“I know it’s shitty, but it’s for the best. Honest. I love him and that’s all that matters.” 

“I guess you’re right.” Ingrid finished her drink, “Have you talked to Leon since?” 

You shook your head, “You?”

“From time to time. He-…” Ingrid hesitated on what exactly to say. She knew you weren’t stupid. She knew you weren’t going to leave Bill or Sydney; she knew the guilt and shame would eat you whole if you did. Although- she didn’t approve of you ever going back to Leon- she wondered if you’d be happier in Leon’s arms. If your smile would ever reach your eyes again and just as she went to finish her sentence he caught her eye, “Speak of the devil.” 

“What?” You asked a little confused as you turned to face the door and your eyes immediately connected with his. Your face fell slightly as you remained in his gaze and your stomach started to spin. You quickly turned back around in your seat and looked at Ingrid. A flood of emotions devouring you as panic set into your features and Ingrid reached out to you. 

“We can go.” She suggested quickly, not a fool to the events unfolding in front of her. 

“What? No, no, no. It’s your birthday.”

“Yeah, but sometimes-.”

“This is home base for us, Ingrid. We are staying.” You were firm as you sent her a little assuring smile. “I am completely fine, okay?” 

“Okay.” She stood up as her eyes found Leon, “I’m going to get another drink, you want anything?” 

“Water, please. I’ve gotta drive us home and I think the bartender put one too many into the drink I had.” Ingrid nodded as she headed towards Leon and the bar.

She took a seat at the bar stool next to Leon, waiting for the bartender's attention. 

“Happy Birthday.” Leon greeted her, not about to act like he didn’t know her. 

“Thank you.” She turned on the stool and looked at him, “How are you doing?” 

“I’m okay all things considered. You?”

“I’m good. All things considered.” He chuckled at her response. “What are you up to lately?”

“She avoiding me?” He asked, not even giving any thought to Ingrid’s question. 

“You know the answer to that.” 

“I know. I’ll take my leave.” 

“What can I get you, sweetheart?” The bartender asked as he called for all of Ingrid’s attention. 

“A rum and Diet Coke and a water, please.”  

“You got it.” The bartender went to work as she looked back at Leon. 

“Don’t leave on our account, Leon. We’ll be out of here soon. Besides, this might be your only chance to tell her.” She sent Leon a side eye, “She’s not leaving Bill.”

“I wouldn’t ask her too.” Leon sent a rare glare in her direction as the bartender set down Ingrid’s drinks. 

“Put it on my tab.” Ingrid left Leon back at the bar as she smiled back to you. As she sat down, her seat still warm, she changed the subject, “So the kid wants to know about my love life?”

You laughed appreciating what she was doing. 

“Yeah, so listen to this, she’s got a crush.” 

“What? No!” You nodded and tried not to cackle. 

You and Ingrid continued to talk while you tried to keep your staring problem out of it. You maintained a good energy and tried not to think too hard while Ingrid’s drink turned into another and another after that. When her words started to slur slightly you tried to keep water down her throat and get her something to eat. Ingrid wasn’t a loud drunk so noise wasn’t a problem, her trying to sit in your lap the whole night was tough. For someone who could be so rigid she sure was a touchy drunk that wanted nothing more than someone to hold her. You were happy to oblige as she was comforting and you needed comfort. 

“Alrighty, missy. You stay in your chair, I’m going to go pay your tab.” 

“What? No. I-I got it.” She went to grab her purse and as she fumbled for her wallet your hands found hers. 

“No way in hell are you paying on your birthday. I got it.” 

“But-.” 

“Mine will be here before you know it.” You assured her as you pushed her back against the chair so she could rest. She was definitely spending the night on your couch. 

“You’re a saint.” 

“I know.” You smiled as you grabbed your wallet, “Stay here.” You headed towards the bar and as you squeezed your way through a group of guys you saw it. Leon’s arm was resting against the bar top while he chatted with his girlfriend. Your heart broke slightly as you smiled, genuinely happy he was moving on with his life. It’s all you’ve ever wanted for him. 

You knew just about everything about the girl and you couldn’t have picked a better match. She was smart, sweet, and ridiculously kind hearted. Her smile lit up a room and she was easy going, fun, a nice breath of fresh air.  

“Hey.” You said as you hit your card against the bar top. Grabbing the bartender’s attention you took your eyes off Leon while his eyes found your frame.  “Paying for the birthday girls tab.” You gesture over to Ingrid sitting in her chair. Her head tossed back and looked like she was starting to fall asleep. 

“Already been taken care of. Courtesy of the guy at the end of the bar.” Your eyes found Leon’s and you blinked, taking a long deep breath. Unable to stop the smile from your face as you opened your eyes. Exchanging gazes of sincere longing you just mouthed the words thank you. 

“Alright, let me-.” You went to grab some cash but the bartender just raised his hand. 

“Your money's no good tonight, ma’am. He took care of everything.” Your brows furrowed together as your lip quivered slightly. 

“Alright. Thanks for the night.” 

“Of course. See you next time.” He nodded and you turned and left to Ingrid. 

“Come on, let’s get you to the couch, you old thing.” You snickered as you helped her up. Leon remained fixated on you while you walked out of the bar, nearly carrying your best friend. 

“I’m not old.” Ingrid went to defend herself in her drunken state. She would feel it in the morning; no use in arguing with her.

“I know, I’m just teasing.” A short little laugh left you as you made your way to your car. Helping her into the back seat you shut the door and went to the passenger seat. You opened your glove compartment and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. 

“Those are-.” 

“I know you tell me everytime I grab them. One every now and again isn’t going to kill me.” You defended yourself, “Take a load off for a minute, I’ll be right back.” You grabbed a lighter before shutting the door. You packed the cigarettes as you hit them against the heel of your palm. You stepped into the light of a street lamp and pulled one out and stuck it between your lips, shielding the end with one hand and lighting it with the other. 

As you took a drag you closed your eyes. You wanted to go home. You missed home. 

“You shouldn’t smoke.” 

You jumped as your eyes focused on the man behind the scolding, “You have got to stop doing that.” You scolded him as your hand found your heart. He laughed and you couldn’t help but to smile. A smile that reached your eyes. 

“Sorry.” He apologized before and awkward silence filled the parking lot. His charm never faded and your beauty never compared. His nerves started to bounce around in his stomach as he bit his lip. What was his plan again? Where was he going with this? He just followed you into the parking lot like a creep; it wasn’t supposed to be creepy. 

“Thank you for paying for our drinks, you didn’t have to.” You broke the silence and Leon’s downward spiral into uncertainty. 

“It’s her birthday, it’s the least I could do.” He looked at you with loving eyes. Those blue oases that would always take you captive. 

“She thanks you too. A whole lot, even though tomorrow morning she’ll be cursing your name instead of her own.” You laughed and Leon snickered. Despite the night time air he felt warm. You made him feel warm. 

“I know she will. Can always count on her to hold a grudge.”

“Oh yeah.” You agreed, taking a drag of your cigarette. “Big time.” Exhaling the smoke you quirked a little smile. 

That awkward silence landed again as you continued to smoke. This would probably be the last time you spoke face to face with Leon Kennedy and regardless of all the things you wanted to say you couldn’t bring yourself to utter a word. 

“How’s Sydney?” Leon broke the unbearable silence. 

“She’s good. She’s growing up nice and strong. Strong willed, for sure. She’s entering her pre-teens and you know how that goes. She’s going to be my karma, I just know it. Bill’s become her favorite lately and I can feel her starting to hate me.” 

“She won’t be that bad.” Leon assured you. That little girl talked his ear off about tigers for that short period of time two years ago. He found it hard to believe that the little girl who named a tiger after you at the zoo would ever hate you. “She’ll never hate you. Don’t see how anyone could.” 

You chuckled at this as you put out the cigarette, “I could name a couple.” 

“I couldn’t. I won’t.” You returned his smile.

“How are you doing, Leon. Genuinely.” You hoped the concern in your tone reached him. 

“I’m doing the best I can.” It was true. It seems as if Leon was cursed with a difficult life. Plagued with always being so close but so far away from the embrace of a good and easy life. He almost had it once. He shrugged, “You?” 

“I’m doing the best I can.” You returned his half assed answer as you put out your cigarette. Sighing you bit your lip unsure, “Thank you.” 

“For what?”

“Dragging me out of the water. Getting me to the hospital. Saving me, Leon. Thank you.” Regardless of how it came out- and regardless of how sometimes you wished he hadn’t- you meant it. He saved your life, he gave you the gift of a second chance. 

“I’d do it again. In a heartbeat.” He meant it. In a heartbeat he’d save you over and over again. As many times as you needed saving. 

You nodded, assuming this conversation was over as you moved closer to your car.

“Why didn’t you call?” He finally asked, trying to piece together the little plan he had before he came out here. 

“I couldn’t.” You said as you refused to face him. Why couldn’t this be like before? Where you fought and never spoke again? Why was it more complicated now? 

“Why?” His tone slightly broke as you turned to face him. A tinge of that rookie cop being heard. 

“Because, Leon…I couldn’t trust myself. I needed to be there for Bill, for Sydney. I had to be a wife and a mother.” His jaw clenched in frustration. It hurt, but he understood. He knew you made the right decision, the decision he wanted you to make, but that didn’t make it any less hard. 

“I understand.” It isn’t what he wanted to say, but he figured it was the best thing to say. 

“If it’s any consolation I wanted too. I really wanted to.” It hurt to admit, but you did so naturally. “Also, from what I saw in there it’s for the best that I didn't.” A sad smile found your face and he knew exactly what you were referring to. “I’m happy for you, Leon. It’s about time the hero finds happiness.” You laughed as you bit the inside of your cheek, “Do you love her?” He hesitated as you tilted your head with furrowed brows, hoping he couldn’t see your glassy eyes.

“In a way.” It hurt to admit, but he did love that girl in the bar. She helped ease the pain. She helped fill the void you left. “She’s not you.” The nasty taste of guilt settled on his tongue as he admitted it. She deserved more than this, he knew that. 

“I understand.” You did all too well. Bill wasn’t him. “Love takes time and effort, but it’s worth it. It always is.” Leon bit his lip as you began to think out loud, “Do you think we ever get it right? Do you think we ever work it out?” You couldn’t stop the tears anymore as you sniffed. You rub your eye as you try to gain some type of control over it. 

“I hope so, god damn do I hope so.” He wants to reach for you. He wants to comfort you. He wants to tell you he loves you. He always has and always will. But he doesn’t. He keeps his distance, he remains feet away from you, he does what he thinks is best. He sniffs, “Trying not to love you is so damn difficult.” 

A broken little laugh leaves you and he returns it. This wasn’t funny, but what else could you do? Neither of you wanted to cry anymore. 

As your sad laughter ceased with a sad sigh he admitted, “I won’t ever stop.”

“I know.” You sniffed and nodded, “I know all too well.” Nothing between you and Leon was ever one sided. “I’ve gotta get her home.” You gestured to your car, knowing that if you didn’t start moving you’d end up in his arms. 

“Yeah. You better.” He agreed as he backed away from you. Knowing that if he got any closer he would be done for. 

“Bye, Leon.” As you climbed into the driver's seat, trying not to slam the door behind you. You rested your head against the steering wheel exhausted. Who knew getting a sense of closure could be so draining? 

You bite your lip hard as you try to keep back sobs. The truth was true love doesn’t always work out. True love was incredibly painful and yet you wouldn’t exchange a single moment with Leon. You’d do anything for him. 

“Bye, (Y/N).” Leon tried to shrug off the depression he felt as he shoved his fists into his jacket pockets. 

He knew you were trying to make this easy. He knew that you meant well. He wanted more though. One last hug, one last kiss, one last ‘I love you’. He wouldn’t get it and he knew he shouldn’t ask for it. He wanted to go back, he wanted to run to that altar and apologize for being late. He wanted to make you his wife, he wanted to fall asleep and wake up next to you each morning, he wanted to parent Sydney right beside you. 

You refused to break the heart of another you loved and he wasn’t going to blame you. Bill showed up and as much as he hated to admit it, he was right for you. He was a good man and he wouldn’t spare any expense when it came to your happiness. He was there and he could continue to provide for you. Most importantly he loved you, and that’s all Leon wanted for you. Someone who loved you and cherished you just as he had. 

As he approached the door he turned and watched you drive away. Your voice rang in his ears as he replayed your confession from two years ago: ‘I still love you.’ 

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mi paz

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chapter four: baga

She regretted that she'd booked to go to Norway for five days after the Euros. She wanted to be there for María but she only had a few chances to take Frøya to see her family again before the season started. María looked a little happier in the photos that she'd sent her when she was back in Barcelona with Bagheera in her arms. María insisted on picking her up from the airport when she flew back into Barcelona. Frøya was wide awake. She'd napped the entire plane ride and now she was full of energy. It was the second that she saw María that she sprinted as fast as her little legs could carry her towards her, crawling under the barrier. 

"Hola mi pollito," María laughed, lifting her in a hug and throwing her in the air a bit, "I missed you," she kissed her cheek before tickling her stomach. Frøya flopped in María's arms in giggles. Ingrid walked around slowly, watching as Frøya wrapped her arms around María tightly. María hugged her back just as tightly, looking up at Ingrid as she'd gotten closer. She smiled at her so brightly. 

"Hei elskling," Ingrid laughed, parking the luggage trolley and hugging María. 

"Hola mi cariño," María smiled, kissing her softly before pulling her into a tighter hug. "Jeg savnet deg for mye (I missed you too much)," she told her in broken Norwegian. She'd clearly practised it quite a few times. She couldn't help but smile, María always made her smile. 

"Yo también te extrañé (I missed you too)," Ingrid told her. 

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Runs in the Family

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Rating: T

Story summary: Sylvain can't escape his family, but some bonds are truer than blood.

Chapter: 1 of 3

Written for Long Story Short: A Community Zine, a Faerghus Four zine that you can download for free!

Also inspired by this amazing fe3h fan animation by @cyandemise

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Sylvain was playing with his father’s knife the day his brother threw him in the well.

He had first spotted the knife on his father’s desk, lying amid the clutter of books and scrolls. Perhaps what called to him were the carved vines that tangled and twisted their way around the handle. Or the polished steel of the sheath that stretched and warped his reflection. Or the crimson lines of the Crest of Gautier engraved on the knob of the pommel, like an emblem stamped in soft wax.

Whatever the reason, his father’s carelessness with both heirlooms and heirs allowed Sylvain to slip the knife off the desk and into the folds of his jacket.

He stole away to the back of the house, to the tiny courtyard with the old well. It was more of an alcove than a courtyard, with a high stone wall that blocked the view of the space from passersby. No one came here anymore—the well was nearly dried up, and the servants drew their water from the new brick well near the gardens.

Sylvain hid in the corner of the courtyard, wall and well shielding him from the large, gaping windows of the house. He pulled the knife out from his jacket. Its heft felt almost too heavy for his young hands, as if the legacy of Gautiers past was weighing him to the ground.

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melody, gloucester, pegasus, a grotesquely tender little post-canon merciegrid oneshot, 4.3k, rated M. i would be thrilled if you checked it out! :’)