#and don’t say leah wash her. i will not

[anxeious]

can u show us the stuffed bunny u sleep with please?

oh sure yeah i can, i got these picture from google (i got her the day i was born from my late grammie so she has seen better days-she’s not as fuzzy or soft looking and not as white LOL) i also stole a lil outfit off of another bear and gave it to her when i was a kid so she also has a lil blush pink (dirty) outfit. i also sleep w bubbles the purple bunny squishmallow next to me (also picture from google)

[lw6-woso]

Hair cuts (Leah Williamson X reader)

(not my gif)

summary- you cannot keep up with Leah's impulsive decisions.

when Leah ruptured her ACL is was incredibly hard, especially the first couple of weeks. her emotions where all over the place and she was not in a good mind set. you had tried to help as much as possible with giving her the space she needed and the shoulder to cry on as you knew what she was going through as you ruptured yours at the start of your carrier.

however, as time slowly went on after surgery and once she could walk without crutches, there was a massive improvement with leash health and wellbeing, and everyone could see it.

she also became a very busy women, she had decided that because she could not pay football, she was going to do lots of advocating for the sport that she has been forever in love with.

and you were happy that she was going amazing charity work for the sport, however there was times that you were worried about her being a little too busy and not taking the proper time to relax and remember that she is still in recovery for a big injury.

you had shared your thoughts with her, Beth, and the physios at Arsenal, wanting to know if you were being too dramatic or I your feelings were valid. Leah said she was fine, Beth understood why you felt that way and that she would keep an eye on her during rehab, and the physios also had the same idea but had also mentioned that she was doing amazing in rehab. after all the conversations you realised that your feelings where valid but to not get in the way of Leah too much and to let her do her. and instead keep an eye on her schedule. and when you walked through your shared house door, it was then you realised you had no idea how much Leah was doing. with the new season starting and the world cup ending you were also very busy and did not see Leah as much as you would like, with media and fittings and well just life, it was very hectic.

you had just finished training with the girls and was on your way back home, you knew Leah was home when you saw her car parked in the driveway of your home. you grabbed all your things and opened the unlocked door. as you walked in you could hear the shower on upstairs and country music playing quietly. you took this time to clean up your bag and put a load of washing up and do things that you did not have time to do that morning. it did not take long for Leah to move to where you were planted on the kitchen table doing some work.

she sat next to you, and you looked up and that is when you saw it, Leah had cut her hair, she had bangs.

"Leah what the hell" I said in complete shock.

"Do you not like it, it’s for children in need and in the photo, I had bangs so thought why not go for it" she said with a smile on her face. "I’m just a bit shocked that’s all you never really change your hair, and this is a big change" you said.

"Yeah, I know but it looks better with the younger photo of me" she said.

"Okay that’s fine but don’t come complaining to me when you can't slice your hair up" you said, and she rolled her eye.

you knew she would, and she most certainly did the next morning when the both of you had to go into training.

"BABY" you heard a shout from your shared bedroom.

"What did I say last night" I shouted back, and you could hear a grumble from her but no reply.

you smirked to yourself.

[leahsgirl]

valentines sucks

— in which y/n’s original valentine’s day plans fall through and leah decides to take her out herself.

pairings - leah williamson x female reader

warnings - minor swearing but that’s about it really

a/n - an early valentine’s day post because i have the patience of a three year old, here’s some fluff for the lovely day 💐💒

—

“Babe wake up.” shaking the body next to you in bed, you was answered with grumbles before you could hear faint snores again. “Baby, come on get up, it’s valentine’s day!” With a reluctant sigh, the man next to you shifted so his upper body was pressed against the headboard, rubbing his eyes for a brief second.

“here.” an excited grin covered your face as you handed him a red envelope and a neatly wrapped present. “well go on; open it.”

the brown haired boy peeled open the envelope, revealing a handmade card covered in red lipstick kisses and cut-out hearts made from card. “To Tobias, happy valentine’s day, i love you, thanks for another year together, love y/n.” He placed down the card and reached for the present, tearing the wrapping paper open to reveal a homemade scrapbook. “Look inside, theres a surprise.” At this point you was itching with anticipation, personally you thought you’d outdone yourself with the valentine’s day gifts this year and couldn’t wait to get your boyfriend’s reaction.

Tobias pulled out a folded piece of paper, opening it up you watched as he read the words on the page. “We’re going Canada?” He looked confused. “Well I know it’s always been one of the places you’ve wanted to go, plus you said you had some family down there so I thought this is the perfect opportunity to go visit them.”

“y/n I don’t know what to say.” The olive skinned boy replied as he looked over the piece of paper again. “Hm most people normally say thank you.” You laughed as you moved closer to him. “Do you like it?”

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he gave a weak smile and nodded. Oblivious to his change in demeanour, you pressed your lips to his pulling him in for a short but sweet kiss.

“Okay my turn!” now crossing your legs and holding your hands out, you shut your eyes.

“Oh..uhm..shit yeah.” Tobias got up off the bed, walking back and forth as he tried to find something to give you. A fun fact you should know about Tobias; he’s a pretty shitty person - you just failed to acknowledge it at this point. “Listen y/n-“ He sunk back onto the mattress. Opening your eyes you notice he’s looking anywhere but you. “You forgot didn’t you?” The lack of response told you everything you needed to know, your mood instantly deflating.

Scoffing, you got up out of bed and made your way into the bathroom. “y/n wait I can make it up to you.” Tobias rang out but you were choosing to ignore him.

Whipping out your phone, you decide to text your fellow teammates/friends:

y/n - he’s only gone and forgot again, i’m at a loss for words, valentines sucks

meado - you deserve better y/n i’m sorry

geo stanway - break up with him! break up with him!

y/n - you say it like it’s easy

elton - do you want me to come and twat him?

lee lee - be ready in 15 mins, wear something warm.

Despite the curiosity, you follow the defenders instructions, throwing on some light wash jeans and a beige jumper, finishing off the look with a matching beanie. Unlocking the door, you find yourself face to face with Tobias. “Where are you going?”

“Out. Also i’d appreciate if you weren’t here when I get back, I think it’s best we both have some space.” With that you leave the room, grab your bag and leave the apartment.

You didn’t have to wait for Leah for long, you was only stood outside your apartment complex for a couple of minutes before you caught a glimpse that famous blonde hair. “My car’s around the corner, come on let’s go.”

“Hello y/n, hello Leah, it’s nice to see you, it’s nice to see you too. And they say chivalry is dead.” You said sarcastically as the older girl was already turning around to head back to her Audi. She pauses, waiting for you to catch up “Sorry, it’s just we’re on a bit of a time limit.”

You raised your eyebrows quizzically, “care to tell me where we’re going? and why I had to dress warm,”

She glances you up and down before smiling like a mischievous kid “Nope and Nope, you look beautiful though.” You could feel the blush creeping up on your cheeks at the compliment. “Leah Williamson: The charmer.”

“Always.” The blonde winked at you before opening the car door and sliding into the drivers seat. “Mind if I connect my phone to play music?” Leah shook her head and you started pressing all sorts of buttons on the touchscreen device. Eventually you got up CarPlay with it displaying Leah’s last played song “‘I see the light’, Seriously? How old are you?”

It was the blue-eyed girls turn to blush now, witnessing a sense of embarrassment come over her. “Hey it’s a good song from a great film, i’m going to ignore your judging.”

You raise your hands up in defence “No judging - I actually think it’s quite cute. In fact it gives me even more evidence for my ‘leah williamson is actually a massive softie’ list i’m compiling.” She gives you a stern look but you know she’s only playing and you continue to shuffle songs until you come across one you like.

The car journey was pleasant and entertaining, talking about pretty much anything and everything along with a quick game of would you rather. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you, it’s probably why you liked being around the taller girl so much. Leah parked up and the two of you got out the vehicle. “Hold my hand?” You accepted the extended arm and laced your fingers with hers, choosing not to acknowledge how right it felt.

Syncing up steps, Leah guided you towards an area that got noisier the closer you got, nonetheless brighter. “Welcome to London’s biggest funfair.” The blonde announced.

“How on earth did you know I always wanted to come here?!” Looking around, you could see a multitude of various rides and mini-game stalls, not to mention your ultimate favourite; the ferris wheel. “I listen y/n, that’s how.” Just that sentence alone sent your stomach flipping. “What do you propose we do first?”

Scanning around, you take notice of the bumper cars and smirk to yourself “How about a good olé head-to-head at bumper cars?”

The mention of competition was enough to get Leah to agree, trailing along behind you to get in the queue. She was so going to win.

Now as it turned out, she in fact did not win, and instead is complaining of whiplash. “Stupid pissing game.” She grumbled causing you to snicker “it’s alright Lee, i’m sure after another one..or one hundred goes you’ll be able to have a chance at beating me.”

Lots of games later, you sat yourselves on a bench, holding one of the greatest inventions known to man. “I can’t believe you’ve never had warm donuts, you’ve been missing out.” You weren’t being dramatic when you felt a piece of yourself shatter when Leah told you she’s never tried the popular carnival dessert. “They’ve just never really appealed to me.”

“And that ladies and gentlemen is what is wrong with society today.” Opening the box and letting the smell hit you, you broke a donut in half, holding it out for Leah to take a bite out of. You watched as the blonde ate the sugary treat and widened her eyes “Okay they’re gorgeous.” She revealed as she went for the other half.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Hey do you mind waiting here for a few minutes, I’ve got to go do something real quick.” The defender got up off the table and waited for your approval before actually leaving. Once you nodded, she was off in the opposite direction, leaving you with just the now empty donut box and both of your belongings.

However, after around ten minutes she returned, holding something behind her back. “Okay close your eyes and put your hands out.” Following her orders you do exactly that, feeling a soft weight now in your possession. Taking a look, in your hands was a small brown bear with a heart attached to its claws. “Happy Valentine’s day y/n.” Leah spoke softly and your heart was beating faster than it does when playing a match. “Lee you didn’t have to do that you know.”

“I know, but I wanted to. Also, I had to win something to make up for the bumper cars.”

You shook your head smiling “Oh so it wasn’t a cute little gift, it was to restore your overinflated ego.” quirking a brow, it was Leah’s turn to smile like a little kid “Guess you could say we got the best of both worlds.”

You both decided you should probably start to head back. But not before riding the ferris wheel that is, heading over to the massive thing hand in hand.

Once secured in by a metal bar, you wait for the ride to commence. “Can I ask a question?” You turn to look at the girl next to you, she nodded. “Why did bring me here? why did you even take me out at all?” It was Valentine’s day after all, you guys weren’t dating, you was sure she had people higher up on her list she wanted to see today of all days.

“You need to leave him y/n.” The sentence was stated so effortlessly but you couldn’t help but feel a punch to the gut sensation. “you deserve better.”

“He never used to be like this.” You mumbled under your breath but the blonde still caught it, deciding just to drop the matter.

“What’s with the love of funfairs anyways?” Leah asked, gripping onto the bar harder now you were at the very top of the contraption.

“My dad used to bring me to them all the time as a little kid. My mum was always travelling the country with work so I guess it was his way of getting me to cheer up. Not to mention he would always win me a stuffed animal and then we’d end the day with the warm donuts. You smiled at the memory. “Then he got sick and we stopped coming.” It still stung a little when you reminisce over your father’s diagnosis and how you watched him deteriorate with each and every hospital visit.

“I’m sorry y/n, i didn’t mean to bring him u-“ You cut in, “No it’s okay don’t worry, you remind me of him a lot actually.”

The skipper looked at you confused “Do I?”

“Well he was very kind, funny, determined and not to forget sometimes arrogant - all characteristics you share.” Leah swatted your arm, “I’m not that arrogant.”

“Oh yes you definitely are.” Chuckling as you intertwined your arms. “But I wouldn’t change you for the world if that makes you feel better.”

“It does make me feel better actually.”

Now you were sat in the car on the way home, scrolling through socials on your phone. Leah was concentrating on the road, cursing out the odd ‘dickhead’ or ‘twat’ here and there. “Do you reckon if I post a picture of us at the funfair on my instagram we’ll get floods of dating accusations?” Ever since being in the public eye you’ve been very careful about what you chose to share on your social media; people are like vultures and you’re the bait. According to articles and fan pages, you’ve dated everyone on your squad and more, some have even suggested your relationship with Tobias is a pr stunt, but your personal favourite is that you’re apparently pregnant because you had a break from social media for a few months.

“All the fans already assume we have a thing going on. Post it if you like.” The older girl was right, back when you transferred to arsenal three years ago up until this day fans have always had their conspiracy theories around the pair, you never played into it however, just letting them think what they think, sending them into frenzies if a post was ever made with the two of you together.

Humming in agreement, you start crafting out your post, thinking of an appropriate caption before pressing share. “Done.”

Another twenty minutes or so had passed and you could tell you were getting closer to home, recognising certain buildings. It was around this time when Leah had started very quietly singing along to the song playing through the speakers. The blue-eyed girl had a very pretty voice in your opinion and you often didn’t understand why she felt embarrassed singing in front of people.

You continued to watch the girl, a genuine smile making its way to your lips.

put your lips close to mine

as long as they don’t touch

out of focus, eye to eye

‘til the gravity’s too much

i’ll do anything you say

if you say it with your hands

Now you don’t know if it was the way she was singing the lyrics, or the way the sunlight was bouncing off her face to give her a gorgeous sun-kissed look, or how every so often she’d make eye contact with you and smile. But somehow, all you wanted to do was-

“Okay pretty, we’re here.” Pulling you out of your little daydream, you looked out the window to see you was in fact outside your apartment.

“Okay well thank you for doing this for me today, it means a lot.” Leaning across the gearstick, you pulled her in for a side hug.

Your name has echoed through my mind

And I just think you should, think you should know

That nothing safe is worth the drive

And I would follow you, follow you home

I'll follow you, follow you home

You pulled back to look at the defender, examining her whole face. She watched as your eyes flicked down to her lips, and back up. It could have just been both of your imaginations, but the tension was thick. You could drop a pin and you’re convinced you would hear it.

You found yourself leaning in, faces only inches apart now. The thing that shocked you the most was that Leah made no attempt to move back, instead she kept her gaze firmly locked on yours.

“Sorry for what I’m about to do.” Were the final words you breathed out before pressing your lips on the defenders. It started out light, almost afraid if you applied anymore pressure, she’d back away. But those fears were squashed when you felt a pair of lips kiss you back, this time with more intent.

You could feel a warm hand travel to the back of your neck, pulling you closer if that was even possible. Running a hand through her blonde locks you felt a smile playing at the girls lips as she continued to kiss back.

Pulling apart your chest was heaving. Suddenly hyper aware of your surroundings you wave her goodbye and exit the car, taking one last look at Leah before practically running up the steps to your building.

Once inside, you reach for the phone in your pocket that has just buzzed. Unlocking it you see you have one new message.

from: lee lee

break up with him.

[greynatomy]

same name

alessia russo x reader

based on this request.

———

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon. You were standing on the grass field, watching all your children play a bit of football.

You teach the fourth years. Every Friday, you like to give your students to do what they want to do, and most of the time, they choose to play football.

“Miss! Miss!” You turn to your right to see one of the girls in your class running towards you.

“Hey, Ellie. D’you need something?”

“My mum bought me a Lioness jersey and I’ve just noticed it’s got your name on it.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, do you play for the Lionesses?”

The question made you laugh, but covered it up with a cough, not wanting to embarrass your student.

“No, I don’t Ellie. That’s Alessia Russo’s jersey. Do you know who that is?”

Henry, another one of your students, heard you as he was running past, quickly changing directions towards you.

“I know! I know!” This caught the attention of the rest of your class, everyone now formed a group around you. “My mum loves to watch football and told me she’s her favorite!”

“That’s amazing, Henry. Who here knows who the Lionesses are?” Most of the class raised their hands. “Wow, a lot more than I thought.”

“The girls are more interesting to watch than the boys.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, my dad said it’s because there’s less flopping, whatever that means.” A bit shrugs his shoulders, making you giggle.

Before you could say another word, the bell had rung.

“School’s over. Grab your bags, it’s time to head home.”

“Have a great weekend Miss.”

“You as well.”

Walking through the front door of your house, you were met with silence. It wasn’t a surprise as you didn’t see the white Mercedes in your driveway.

You decided to get started on dinner, so you’ve got dressed into something comfy and made your way to the kitchen. As you’ve placed the food in the oven to cook, you heard the front door open.

“Honey? I’m home!”

“In the kitchen!” You called out, washing the dishes.

Footsteps got louder as they walked closer, arms wrapping themselves around your waist, a head tucking themselves in the crook of your neck.

“Hi, Amore.”

“Hi, Lessi baby. How was training?”

“Same as always. How was your day?”

“Watched the kids play football, like every Friday.”

Alessia almost sounded like she was purring, trying to somehow find a way to be closer to you than she already is.

“That reminds me. One of my students brought you up, how her mum bought her your Lioness jersey then asking if I was a footballer cause we’ve got the same name.”

“That’s hilarious, really.”

“Then everyone gathered ‘round and we spent a few minutes just before the bell just talking about the team. Almost all of them are big fans of you lot.”

“You never told them who you were married to?” Alessia asks, not put off by you not telling her students, just curious.

“I just wanted to get situated with them for a bit. It’s only the second month of me being there. But if they ask, I won’t deny it.”

“Mmm. Okay. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

On Monday, Alessia arrived at the Emirates training grounds for another day of training. She greeted everyone she saw walking by, sleep still present on her face.

“Morning, Lessi. How was the weekend with the missus?” The morning was no longer peaceful. Katie’s loud voice cutting through the silence.

“Very relaxing. How was yours?”

“Very energetic.” She stated, wiggling her eyes brows suggestively.

“Stop that.” Caitlin slaps the back of her girlfriend’s head.

After training, the gunners crowd around each other, calming themselves down.

“Uh, could I ask you guys for a favor?” Alesia speaks up after catching her breath, pointing her attention to her Lioness teammates.

“What’s up?”

“Well, Y/NN’s class are really big Lioness fans and I was wondering if Leah, Lotte, Beth, you’d want to join me in surprising my wife’s class on Friday?”

“Oh, we’d love to!”

Friday comes around quickly. You were leading your class out to the field, bag of footballs over your shoulder. Getting closer, you see four figures standing on the field.

“Miss! It’s the England captain!”

Leah Williamson is indeed standing in front of you, as well as Lotte, Beth, and Alessia.

“What are you guys doing here?” You ask, giving them all a hug, Alessia’s lasting longer than the rest.

“Thought we’d surprise the kids. Play some football.”

“Hey! You’re the one with the same name as Miss.” Ellie points a finger at Alessia.

Alessia crouches down to her height, the other kids getting closer.

“She actually stole my name.” All your students gasped.

“What? No, I didn’t. She’s lying to you all. I got her permission.” You send your wife a look that she knows means ‘stop or you’ll sleep in the couch’ making her lift her arms in surrender.

“Lying is bad. Shame on you.” Alessia now has a look of embarrassment on her face, getting told off by a child.

“My mum has a crush on you.” The statement was directed at Leah. “I don’t know what that means. Why does she want to crush you?” Leah’s face goes bright red.

“Okay!” You get everyone’s attention. “Let’s play some football!”

They all split themselves into teams while you and Leah stay on the sidelines. Watching your wife with all the children is making you feel lots of emotions.

“She’s so good with kids.”

“Am I gonna get any godbabies soon?”

You snap your head towards Leah. “Who said you’d be the godmother?”

“I’m just manifesting. Don’t make me wait too long.” Leah walks away, seeing Alessia walking towards you.

“Hi, love.”

“Hey, baby.”

“What were you two talking about?”

“How my ovaries are bursting watching you with kids.” She wraps an arm around your waist, you looking up at her, chin on her chest. “You’d be such a great mum.”

“You would too.”

“You think it’s time?”

“I mean…” She’s looking down at you suggestively, a smirk on her face. “We can start trying once we get home.”

“Hate to break it to you, but none of us have the right parts for that.”

“Doesn’t mean that we can’t practice.”

“Lessi!”

[internet-ink]

Misunderstanding

Warnings - Angst…kinda, first story after like a year, happy ending 🥳

Summary - Leah thinks you’re cheating.

A/n - I didn’t die…

———

“What the hell is this?”

The sound of your normally content girlfriend’s angry voice bursts through the door to your shared home, disturbing the peaceful vibe in your house.

You placed your book down and sat up properly on the grey sofa you and Leah had purchased when you moved in together six months ago. The two of you had been in a relationship for three years when you both made the decision to buy a house together and everything had been going so well, up until now.

When Leah finally made an appearance in the living room after chucking her training bag on the ground and stomping through the hall, your eyebrows furrowed as you saw the fuming look in your girlfriend’s eyes. You knew this was serious.

“Le what’s wrong? what’s happened?” You asked quickly as you stood up in anxiety, not knowing what to do or what the fuck was happening right now.

The confusion you felt grew when Leah scoffed at you. “Don’t call me that.” She snapped.

“What? Leah what’s going on? I’m worried.”

While you stood awkwardly Leah began to pace in front of you, still giving you no indication of what had gotten her so worked up. “Leah?” You whispered.

She stopped completely and just stared at you with tears in her eyes.

“So was this all just a lie then? The ‘I love you’s? The promises? Everything?” She spat at you, making your heart drop to your stomach and a nauseous feeling wash over you.

“Babe what? of course I love you, what are you on about?” You replied, getting more and more worried.

Leah chucked her phone at the sofa and when you turned around to look you honestly just felt more confused. It was a photo of you and another woman eating lunch together. The photo was taken a couple of days ago as you had recently cut your hair and you were confused on why Leah was so upset over you eating lunch.

“What’s that then? Got nothing to say for yourself?” Leah asked after a moment of silence, her tone sounding very angry.

You handed Leah’s phone back to her before looking at her with that same confused look you’ve had on your face since she had came in.

“That’s me eating lunch with a friend. How did you even get that photo?” You replied. You technically weren’t completely lying, you knew this woman from some of the previous events you had attended with Leah, however she wasn’t necessarily a friend. She was an event planner who also happened to dabble in proposals.

You had wanted to propose to Leah since last year, however you both didn’t live together and you wanted to see how that went before popping the big question. After three months of living together with Leah you got one of your friends to get her number for you and you met up with her a couple of times to plan the proposal.

“A concerned friend sent me it.” Leah replied sharply.

You sighed. “Look I’m a little confused on why you’re so angry at me over having lunch with a friend. Maybe you could explain more before you start screaming at me again.”

Leah shook her head at you before replying. “Is this her?” She asked in a shaky voice.

You put your head in your hands and groaned. “Who? Is that who? Leah you’re not explaining anything.”

“A message came up on your phone last week from Darcy. ‘does she suspect anything?’ So, I clicked on it and looked at a few messages-”

You interrupted Leah. “You went through my phone?” You reply in an annoyed tone.

This seemed to make Leah more angry. “Oh please! You have no right to be annoyed at me for that, you fucking cheated on me!” She shouted at you, making you flinch a little.

“No I didn’t. What the hell, Leah?” You replied back in a slightly raised voice.

She scoffed. “Shall I read you out the messages you sent? ‘Nope she’s in the dark,’ ‘She’s asleep I can call now.’ Are you fucking serious Y/N? Screw you!”

You sat down on the sofa with a groan. Out of context those messages did sound bad, however they were purely just about the proposal.

Tears started to well up in your eyes as you realised that the only way to resolve this would be to tell Leah about your plan to propose to her.

The sound of Leah laughing made you look up at her. “Oh so now you’re crying? You cheat on me and you’re fucking crying? Pathetic.” She replied harshly, making a few tears roll down your face.

“I didn’t fucking cheat on you Leah.”

You wiped your eyes before continuing.

“Fuck I really didn’t want you to find out this way-”

Leah interrupts you. “Oh so you did cheat on me, great.”

You groaned again, “Leah let me finish.”

“Yes the woman in that photo is Darcy, and yes those messages do sound bad, but I promise it’s not what it looks like. Darcy is an event planner, I hired her to help with something.” You explained calmly with a few sniffles. You got your phone out and clicked on your messages with Darcy before handing it to Leah.

“Read all of the messages.” You whispered.

While Leah read through all of the messages more tears began to roll down your face as you thought about how your whole romantic plan was ruined. You had wanted to bring her to the restaurant where you had your first date together, have the whole place booked out and filled with pictures and memories of you both.

After a few minutes of silence Leah talks. “Y/N…oh I’m so sorry.” She whispered, she tried to pull you in for a hug but you shook your head and snatched your phone out of her hands before grabbing your car keys and storming off.

“Y/N wait!”

———

You drove and drove and drove for two hours, trying to calm down after that whole situation.

As you parked up somewhere you finally looked at your phone and saw 50 missed calls from Leah and numerous texts from her.

My Le 💕

Baby I’m so sorry

Please come home I love you so much

Where are you?

Y/N I’m really really worried please just let me know where you are

I love you so much baby girl

Please just let me know you’re safe

I wanna marry you too, please Y/N can you come home?

I didn’t mean any of it

Please come home

You sighed before you started the car again, deciding that you were calm enough to go home again without crying.

As you pulled into the driveway of your shared home with Leah the front door swung open and a crying Leah ran to your car. You opened your door and got out in time for her to tackle you in a big hug.

“Don’t do that ever again. God, are you okay?” Leah cried into your neck. You closed your eyes and let yourself relax into the hug.

As upset as you were, you could never stay angry at Leah.

“Physically I’m fine. Emotionally…not so fine.” You whispered, making Leah kiss your cheek before pulling away.

She pulled you into the house and dragged you to the sofa where she was previously shouting at you two hours ago.

“I’m so fucking sorry Y/N. So sorry.”

Leah took your hands and you let her, which made her smile a little bit before she went back to serious.

“I just saw those messages and I was so confused and hurt and then when I saw that photo I exploded. I should’ve let you talk and I’m so sorry. I love you so much.” She rambled, sounding more and more like she was going to cry the longer she went on.

You look down at both of your hands. “Love you too.” You whispered.

“Yeah? Still?” Leah whispered back, squeezing your hands a little.

“Always. You were fucking stupid and you should’ve talked to me the minute you saw those messages and let me explain but I will still always love you. You’re my Le, that’s for life babe. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You replied, feeling less sad. You smiled a little at her as she giggles at your last sentence.

“Would you still be interested in marrying me?”

“Would you still be interested in me asking you to marry me?”

Leah smiles lovingly with tears in her eyes as she nods.

You tightened your grip on her hands and sat up properly. “Okay, well I don’t have a ring yet but here we go. Leah Williamson, will you marry me?” You asked in a shaky voice.

“Yes!”

[lwwife]

Leah and r starts going out, after meetings maybe in a bar or something where r work, and eventually dating. They try to keep it a secret but the news goes out and most people are against it and start insulting ecc e, and she start the question everything cause she thinks that Leah deserves better than her, someone how famous and talented LIKE her, but Leah will not hear any of the it cause she loves her. A little bit of angst but HAPPY ENDING

Because I love YOU

“From the moment I saw you”

Fluff, angst, suggestive, tw: themes of bullying

Word count: 2,167

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Leah’s pov:

“Hi there”, I bring my head up from where it hung low watching my hand swirl the straw around my vodka coke. As my neck lifts, I’m brought to face one of the most beautiful girls I have ever laid eyes on, stood behind the bar, dressed in a black tank top, paired with black jeans and a belt. Wow. I feel my mouth slightly open, I quickly lick my lips and shut it.

“Can I get you anything else? You don’t seem to be enjoying that one.” She says gesturing to the drink stood in front of me. I look down at my full tall glass and sigh. After what I now realise is around 30 seconds a hand cups my chin, and my head is once again raised. I lock eyes with her again, all my worries of the night seem to fade, she smiles genuinely,

“I’m y/n.”

“I- um- hi- uhhh-“ I stutter trying to find the words to return whilst she stares through me.

“Y/n” she cocks her head to the right and smiles.

“Yeah right, y/n. Hi, I’m Leah” I finally find the courage to say, and I return her smile.

“Well” she pauses, then gestures to me “Leah”, she laughs, “why don’t I take this”, she reaches for my drink, holding onto it as if asking for permission, “and make you one of my specials?” She grins, and leans forward. Wow. Her cleavage shows from the top of her tank top and my mouth once again is agape. I swallow.

“I um-“ she raises an eyebrow and instantly persuades me. “Yes. Yes why not, thank you”

She leans back, and smiles brightly, “alright then, coming right up.” She winks and walks away with my drink.

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Y/n’s pov: (6 months later)

My mind switches on and my eyes flutter open. My senses intake the arms wrapped around me, the smell of vanilla surrounding me and finally the sight of my beautiful blonde girl laid in front of me, hair messy and sprawled across the pillow, laid naked, sheets covering her from the chest down. I smile softly at the light snores coming from her, I lean forward and kiss her forehead softly, and run my hands up and down her back. After a few seconds Leah begins to stir awake.

“Mhhhm” she grumbles. Leah opens her eyes, looks straight at me, smiling brighter than anyone should in the morning, and shuts her blue eyes again snuggling in closer to me, head tucked in the crook of my neck, and arms wrapping around me much tighter than I expect from her sleepy body.

“Happy anniversary baby girl” I whisper, as I run my hands through her freshly washed hair.

I feel her smile against my skin, then soft kisses began to be laid on my neck, moving up as the grip around me loosens. Eventually after quickly kissing every inch of skin from my collarbone to jaw, Leah hovers above me, kisses both cheeks, my forehead, nose, chin, and finally a long peck on my lips. As she pulls back she releases that beautiful warm smile.

“Happy anniversary my love” she whispers, still grinning lighter than the sun.

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and she collapses on top of me again.

“UGH Le, Jesus” I scowl from the hard hit of her body.

She simply giggles and gets up, off the bed.

“Up you get sloth, I have a lot planned for our special day” she winks and runs off to the bathroom, chuckling to herself.

I roll my eyes and giggle at her sarcastic hypocrisy and tumble out of bed.

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Leah certainly did live up to her promise of plans for today. Maybe a little too much. She first drove you both to go carting, where she became EXTREMELY competitive, but once you let her win, getting tired of her grumpy losing attitude she switched to her regular romantic self.

“Don’t worry baby, maybe you’ll get it next time” she gloats, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, and kissing my head.

“Yeah yeah” you roll your eyes.

By the end of the day you were exhausted, Leah tiring you with multiple activities, and some anniversary sex in locations which cannot be disclosed for possible legal reasons.

However, as fatigued as you were, your energy heightened when Leah revealed to you she’d made a booking at the restaurant that you two had been dying to go to.

“A 6 week waiting list” Leah huffed at you, “you’re high maintenance missy” she clicks her head at you.

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After the most beautiful night full of laughs, wine, and love, you awoke the next morning feeling fulfilled. Leah was dead asleep next to you, so you decided to scroll on your phone for a bit. As you tapped the screen you were overwhelmed with hundreds of notifications. You rubbed your eyes shocked. When you unlocked your phone, you found news alerts, tagged posts, comments and more.

Your relationship had been exposed. Leah and you had been together for 6 months as of yesterday. Coming off the back of the euros win and Leah’s newfound fame, you both decided to keep yourselves private for a little while longer. However, that agreement was suddenly broken as you stumble across pictures of Leah and you, eating dinner together, holding hands, and finally kissing on the street. Your jaw dropped. “Shit” you whisper shouted.

“What? What’s wrong babe?” You turn around to find Leah slumped up, rubbing her eyes, looking at you questioningly. You go to answer her when your phone starts to ping again. You turn your attention back to your phone to find comment notifications on an ENews! Post

BREAKING: Leah Williamson spotted with girl.

Leah Williamson was spotted last night with a girl who after further research we’ve found to be bartender y/n y/ln. Apparently the pair were spotted holding hands at DeNiro’s Italian restaurant last night, supposedly on a date, they were later spotted kissing in the street, sources have provided the following photos:

(Pretended these pics apply properly 😭)

What do you all think of it girl Leah Williamson’s new fling?

User563869: AWFUL, god Leah can do much better than that

RyanTorn7638: A bartender??! Pass her over, Leah can do so much better wtf.

Grace.walker_: LEAH NO GET BACK WITH JORDAN

JJ12: Oof, y/n is PUNCHING

fran_lawson10: DUMP THAT BITCH DAMN

You feel water run down your cheek, you quickly wipe away the stream and get up out of bed.

“Baby! Where are you going?” Leah calls after you from bed

“Out.” You mumble back

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Leah’s pov:

Y/n stormed out almost four hours ago, I’ve been worrying and pacing around the house for hours, calling and texting her, after my threat to call the police she finally texted back “I’m fine, I’ll be back later”, I was infuriated but I decided as long as she’s safe it’s okay, something is obviously wrong but I don’t want to push her. So I sat for three more hours, waiting in silence on the couch until finally I hear the keys turn and the front door open. I ran to her, instantly embracing her in my arms.

“Oh my god baby are you okay where were you?!” I spoke into her hair.

To my surprise she roughly pushed me off her, “I went for a drive” she spoke and walked past me. I stood dumbfounded, I don’t understand what I did.

“Hey!” I shouted.

She ignored me and continued to walk up the stairs.

“Baby! Hey! Y/n!” I heard a door slam shut. Something fuelled inside me, a fire rose and I stormed upstairs. As I reached the closed door I took a deep breath. This isn’t the way to deal with it. I slowly walked into the room, y/n laid on the bed, phone in hand. I walked towards her and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Darling” I grabbed her hand. She snatched it away from me, I looked at her, eyebrows furrowed. “What’s going on?” I whispered.

“Nothings going on Leah!” She never calls me Leah. My face falls instantly. She notices and quickly speaks, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have spoken like that, I’m just tired, I need a shower.”

“Okay” I smiled softly.

She walked into the bathroom and shut the door. After I couple of seconds I went after her. I walked into the bathroom and wrapped my arms around her waist, “let me join you” I whispered into her ear, she shoved me off her.

“No Leah, I’m tired just leave me alone, please.” I wrapped my arms around myself instantly feeling insecure and walked out, shutting the door behind me.

I sat on the bed contemplating what the fuck has happened. Horrible thoughts ran through my head. Especially once I saw y/n’s phone sat on the bedside table. “No Leah stop it” “she wouldn’t do that” “don’t do it”, but she was gone for hours, she won’t let me touch her, I mean what am I supposed to think, maybe I’m no longer good enough for her. I know I’ve been tough through my injury and I haven’t been able to provide as much intimacy as usual, maybe she needed to look elsewhere for it. I regretfully reached for her phone, “fuck what am I doing”, I slowly typed the password and unlocked it, I began to scroll through iMessage, when I didn’t find anything I decided to go to Instagram. The feed and notifications were flooded. I squinted confused. I tapped on the heart in the top right corner to look at notifications, “oh y/n”…

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Y/n’s pov:

I sat on the shower floor, unable to tell what was tears and what was water, I quietly sobbed, “fuck”, after reading almost every comment and message I felt like the most worthless person to ever live. I began to question every moment of Leah and I’s relationship, did she feel forced when I came onto her that night at the bar? Does she want any of this? I mean I’m just me, y/n, she could have anyone she ever wanted, she’s the most beautiful, extraordinary, person to ever walk the earth, why the fuck is she with me? She’s wasting her time by being with me, she deserves better than what I could ever give her, I need to en- “darling open the door”. My rambling thoughts are stopped by Leah knocking on the door, as soon as I hear her voice my heart stops. “Baby I saw everything, please, I want to talk about this, y/n please just open the door.”

I begin to sob again, all I do is cause problems, she doesn’t deserve any of this. “I’ll meet you downstairs let me get dry and dressed” I say through the door.

“Alright. And y/n?”

“Yeah” I call back

“I love you, okay?”

I sniffle, “I’ll see you in a sec”

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As I walk downstairs my hands begin to shake. I lock eyes with Leah, she sits on the couch, and smiles at me, she pats the spot next to her. I slowly walk towards her and sit on the opposite side of the couch. She frowns at me and slides closer.

“Darling” Leah grabs my hand softly and rubs her thumb along the back of my hand.

I look down and tears begin to well in my eyes.

“Hey hey” she cups my cheeks and wipes away the tears that began to fall.

“I’m sorry” I whisper

“Baby girl, listen to me” she forced my eyes to lock with hers “don’t you dare apologise, none of this is your fault. You need to know how much I fucking love you okay. From the moment I saw you, the moment you looked at me with that cheeky smile and beautiful eyes, my heart was yours, I don’t give a shit what you do for a living, I don’t give a shit what user1234 fucking 5 has to say about us. What I care about is you darling. I care about your happiness. I care about how your day goes. I care about every little thing you ramble about, your favourite chocolate, how to make you feel good, your little comments and opinions on tv shows we watch. I care about everything you say and do, and I need you to understand that I’m telling you the truth here. I love you, every little bit of you and I want everyone to know that. Okay? I’m yours, my heart is forever yours.”

My face turns into her palm and I sob, she quickly wraps her arms around me as I cry and cry and cry.

“I love you” I sniffle into her shoulder.

“Hmmm what was that?” Leah cockily asks

I turn my face to be front on with her, I Leah in to kiss her “I” *kiss* “love” *kiss* “you” *kiss* “so” *kiss* “fucking” *kiss* “much” *kiss*

She giggles hugs me tightly.

“I love you more my girl” she whispers

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@leahwilliamsonn/@y/n.y/ln

My girl makes the best drinks😽

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A/n: WOW OKAY. First story ever written, I hope I did okay, please be nice, I would love for any feedback or more requests, feel free to message me, comment or put in my asks, hopefully this was okay! Thank you for requesting🫶🫶🫶

[leahluvr]

desperate - leah williamson x reader

genre: smut, domreader, needy leah

warnings: nsfw

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you hear the soft sound of feet patter against the drenched tiles of the bathroom. leah walks out, wearing a thick white robe and with one hand, drying her hair with a towel.

though you are preoccupied, sitting on the edge of the bed messing around on your phone. leah wasn't always the type to be constantly basking for your attention, but she sees this and frowns, and it deepens when she walks closer to you and you don't look up at her.

leah slides a hand down your arm and pushes the phone out of your hand and onto the bed, in order to get your attention. when you look up her she smiles with a face of satisfaction and wraps her legs around your waist, thighs straddling yours, letting her bare lower body envelope you.

you place your hands on her waist, but you don't say word, knowing she is trying to tell you something without saying it. she pulls the string of her robe apart, as she hastily pulls it over her shoulders. the robe is low, loosely pooling at the base of her body, it exposes her delicate skin and breasts. she grips your wrist and guides it towards her breast, and as you gently cup it, she gasps.

"i need you." she begs.

just the sound of her desperate voice is enough to collapse your composure.

it doesn't take you long to fulfill her request. you lift her off your lap and push her onto the bed. soon the two of you struggle to catch your breaths between quick and deep kisses. she moans quietly when you slip your tongue in her mouth, tasting her. a string of saliva forms when you pull away, before exploring her neck. licking, biting and sucking, you do your best to avoid leaving marks, especially those in areas visible to other people. she tilts her neck back in pleasure from the sensitive spot you aim at.

leah is a squirming mess, wanting to touch every bit of your body and feeling odd about being the only one bare of any clothing, she grabs the hem of your shirt and helps you pull it off. she stares at your toned body in amazement, much like she did every time something like this occurred. she would never get sick of seeing you naked.

you slowly trail kisses lower, pressing your lips to her collarbone. you detach your lips from her upper body, reaching lower and now hovering over her breast. as you brush you lips over the hardened nipple, her breath hitches quickly from your touch.

"please." she lets out while simultaneously moaning.

you put your finger on her lips shushing her.

"patience," you whisper, "you’re a bit desperate today, don’t you think?"

her face turns red and quickly shakes her head.

you smirk and lean back down, placing your lips over her nipple, swirling your tongue around. when you switch to her other side, leah shuts her eyes letting the waves of euphoria wash over her.

after what feels feels like hours to leah, you finally move down, leaving sloppy kisses over her stomach. she bucks her hips into yours in attempt to create a forced friction, but you push them down, loving her sense desperation.

you push away the robe that covered the rest of her lower body, moving even lower to leave small kisses all over the inside of her thighs. you jump from to each of thighs back and forth, purposely slipping over the place leah needed you most.

"yn." she whines, letting her nails dig into your hair tightly, trying to shove your face into her cunt, frustrated from all the teasing.

you look up at her. you can tell she can't handle it anymore. you look back down, she's so wet.

you flatten your tongue and lick one broad stripe over her fold, making the english captain moan, throwing her head back in the process. you grab her thighs and throw them over your shoulders, shoving two fingers in her. you dug your fingers deeper and quickened the pace as she struggled to breathe, knuckles whitening from grasping the bed sheets tightly.

leah can't think clear anymore, her minding fogging from pleasure. she squeezes her thighs together giving pressure to your head; which in truth sort of hurt, but you ignore it, determined to continue.

you lap at her clit and pump your fingers in and out. leah's body tenses getting closer to her high. at a curl to her spot, while your nose kept close to her clit sends leah crashing over the edge, as tremors pulsed through her body from pleasure.

she tries her best at biting her lip and attempting to rule out any sound that fought to leave her mouth, but she lets out a loud groan when you pull your fingers out. you lick up what you can of the mess she made and crawl up towards her head when you finish. you use a clean thumb to pull her bottom lip, allowing a leeway to open her mouth. you put your fingers down her hot, panting mouth, as she sucks them clean. leah’s breath is still heavy when she speaks,

"thank you."

"anytime, my love," you respond, placing your lips onto hers.

“the pleasure will be returned tomorrow morning, sweet.”

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an: this is literally a copy and paste from my other account bc i was lazy LOL anyway the pictures r also rlly bad bc i couldn’t find any nice ones and i couldn’t be bothered searching for good ones

also there’s not enough woso smut that exists so i’m contributing to a cause you’re welcome.

[magics-neptunes-things]

The Joke's On

Hi guys!

This is a request but I can't find it and that's break my heart because the idea was sooo fun to write 😔 Dear anon where are you, please come back?

Well I'm not really happy with the end, but please enjoy this one 🙃

TW : People scaring people, a lot of angst, (fake) blood.

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Alessia is a spontaneous and adorable girl and this is probably what you prefer about her. Not to mention her beautiful smile, her incredible blue eyes and her little angel face. You fall in love with her the very first time your eyes lay on her. You were first friends, before you try to make a move by asking her on a date. The rest is history and you are both very happy.

You realized pretty soon after you met her that scaring her was something really easy and you have to admit that you abuse it a little. Whether during your trainings or in your apartment, every opportunity is good to make her jump or scream. And if you can film it to keep those memories, it’s even better.

Even if it must bore her in the long run, Alessia doesn't seem to hold it against you, laughing once the fear has passed. At least it was what you imagined.

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With the Arsenal team, after celebrating New Year, you flew to Portugal for a training camp. You enjoy this kind of moment generally, because it allows the team to get together and enjoy themselves after a little separate time. It’s more appreciated for you as you fly away with your girlfriend, both playing for Arsenal.

After having celebrated Christmas separately, Alessia joined you in your native Ireland to celebrate New Year together. You then flew back to London, where you flew with the rest of the team to Portugal. Climate change is significant, even if it rains almost as much as in London. This isn't where you will perfect your tan, unlike Katie and Caitlin who were coming back from Australia tanned like never before.

Speaking of Katie, it's with your compatriot that you return to the hotel after your little night walk. Alessia refused to accompany you, like all the others finally. This didn't surprise you, today’s training was particularly physical and tiring. But if you don’t have your little night walk, you can’t fall asleep.

"Where’s Lessi?" you ask, frowning, once you joined the team in the common room.

Most of them sit in front of the television, but there’s no trace of your girlfriend.

"She said she wanted to wash her hair, I think" Lia says, smiling nicely.

You smile while rolling your eyes. Alessia has a very special hair care routine and you like to tease her about it. This doesn't prevent you from regularly offering to brush her hair or dry it, loving to take care of her and the smile she offers you when you do it.

"I’ll go see her" you decide, going to the elevators.

"Don’t do things I wouldn’t do" Katie teases you maliciously.

Blushing in spite of yourself, you show her your middle finger before leaving the room and joining the room that Alessia shares with Lotte. The staff having the habit of not putting couples together, you find yourself with Caitlin. Which is not disturbing since you like the young woman, but you’d rather sleep with your girlfriend.

Out of pure politeness, you knock on the door before sliding the magnetic card she gave you earlier. You are however surprised to see that the room is plunged into darkness, just like the bathroom. Either Alessia did it faster than usual, or she changed her mind.

Leah not being in front of the television either, you go to the room that she shares with Katie.

"Is Alessia with you?" you ask your captain once she opened the door.

"No, just Beth and Viv. Why?"

"She’s not downstairs and she’s not in her room" you answer with a frown.

"Did you try calling her?" asks Beth from the bed where she’s sitting on.

You shake your head and take your phone out of your pocket to try to call her, Leah pulling you inside the room so you don’t get stuck in the hallway.

"Are you sure she’s not downstairs?" asks Leah

"Yeah. Lia told me she went up to her room" you mumbled

When you land on her voicemail after several tones, your eyebrows are so wrinkled that Leah would be jealous. You look at your phone screen as if it was responsible for the silence of your favorite blonde, before writing her a message.

"Oh look at this poor little thing missing, her sweetheart’s hugs" teases you Beth.

You roll your eyes once again, before putting your phone back in your pocket, checking that it's not silent to hear Alessia’s answer.

"Go back check downstairs, maybe she went down when you went up"

You approve Viv’s advice before coming out of the room to go to the ground floor. You take a look in Alessia’s room and in yours by the way, both completely empty. And, when you find yourself again in the TV room without any Alessia on the horizon, you look so defeated that it seems to alert Manu.

"You all right, Mate?"

It draws the attention of others to you and you shrug your shoulders. In truth, her disappearance is beginning to worry you. All the others, except Beth, Viv and Leah are here.

"I can’t find Alessia"

"Isn’t she in our room?" Lotte wonders and you shake your head negatively.

"In Leah’s? Or yours?" Katie asks.

But you shake your head twice at these proposals, nervously passing your hand in your hair.

"It’s starting to worry me" you whisper to Katie.

You know you’re probably gonna get teased by one or two people, but when her eyes cross yours, Katie understands that you’re serious. You see her exchange a look with Caitlin before getting up from the chair on which she had settled.

"I’ll help you look for it, she must not be far"

She puts a hand on your shoulder while training with her outside the room.

"I’m coming with you" Kyra proposes, standing on her legs.

"She's not answering her phone either" you inform them.

At Katie’s request, you try to call her again but in vain. You take a look in the common areas of the hotel, even going to the gym. But after looking almost everywhere, there is no trace of your blonde.

"Let’s go back to the rooms" proposes Kyra by heading to the elevators.

You follow them mechanically, pulling out your phone to try to reach her again.

"What is that?"

You’re not paying attention to Kyra’s question, until Katie approaches what the Australian is pointing at. When Katie gets up with something in her hand, you feel your stomach drops.

"It's Lessi's phone!"

You almost rip the phone out of Katie’s hands, turning on the screen to see that the oldest notifications are two hours old. There are also your missed calls and messages. When you look up at your two teammates, your face is livid.

"I’ll call the police" you decide without hesitation.

"There must be a logical explanation, Y/N, don’t panic" Kyra kindly tells you.

"Alessia has been missing for two hours, no one knows where she is and her phone is found on the floor in the hotel hallway! What more do you need, Kyra seriously?"

"Stay calm, don’t yell at her" Katie steps in and puts a hand on your shoulder.

But you just glare at her. That’s when Leah’s room opens, revealing your captain’s face.

"Why are you making all this noise?" asks the blonde.

"Less is missing, she’s nowhere to be found and her phone was on the floor in the hallway" you almost yell at Leah, hoping for a little more support.

You’re almost reassured to see Leah’s blemish face. She also knows Alessia well and they’re friends.

"Maybe she went for a walk too?" asks Beth.

"Less?" snorts Leah

"Nah, if she didn’t want to follow her missus, she wouldn’t have left by herself" Katie add.

"Keep talking, I’ll get my jacket and then I’ll tell Jonas I’m going to the cops"

You lose patience quickly, nerves more tense than ever. You died of worry, it's not in Alessia’s habits to disappear like this without even taking care to warn anyone. You can already imagine the worst-case scenarios, the main one being a kidnapping of your girlfriend by a psychopath.

"I’m coming with you"

In two seconds, Leah puts on her jacket and follows you to Alessia’s room.

"I left it here" you mumble to Leah, opening the door for the third time this evening.

But this time, as you take your jacket off a chair in the room something catches your eye. Something you haven’t seen before.

"Leah" you call in a fear voice

"What?"

The blonde was waiting for you at the open door and slide her head through the yawn. Your finger shakes when you point the red puddle on the ground.

"You said you checked the room!" exclaims Leah with wide eyes

"I did! I hadn’t seen it before!"

You feel panic so much that you wonder if you’re not going to throw up. You don't know what you will find when you open the bathroom door, in truth you don't really ask yourself, which is probably better that way.

The bathroom light turns on suddenly when the door is open. And, instead of facing a horror scene, you find yourself facing a laughing Alessia who jumps on you.

"Gotcha!"

You are too shocked to react, not realizing that almost all of your teammates are now in the corridor to witness Alessia’s victory. Leah highfive with Alessia above your head when you finally realize what just happened.

"Did you know about this?" you ask Katie, still half stunned by the outcome of the evening.

"Of course we did, we even helped her set it up" laughs Katie, triggering more laughter around you.

"Traitor" you moan, holding back a smile.

Katie laughs again and your eyes fall on Alessia’s delighted face when your best friend takes the others out of the room to "let you back on earth".

"Are you okay?" asks Alessia, looking uncertain, seeing you always looking stunned.

"I hate you" you mumble and smile in spite of yourself.

Alessia laughs and fondly hugs you to kiss your head.

"Oh baby, I’m sorry. But maybe now you’ll think twice before you hide a plastic spider in my sneakers. Or stick a photo of gollum on my rearview mirror. Or…"

"Okay, Okay Babe. I get it"

You’ve probably never been so calm in a long time as at the end of the evening, to the delight of your teammates and your girlfriend. The blonde probably ends up feeling a little guilty, since she begs Leah to accept that you and Lotte swap rooms for the night so you can sleep together. Faced with Alessia’s level of supplication, Leah finally gave in.

So it’s with pleasure that you snuggled up against Alessia after your shower and put on your pajamas. The pretty blonde doesn't wait before passing an arm around your waist to hold you against her.

"Aren’t you mad at me?" asks Alessia after a few seconds of silence.

You’re amused by the question, but don’t be surprised either. The kindness and benevolence of the blonde are known to everyone. It even surprises you that she managed to put all this together without changing her mind and thinking that it might cause you too much panic.

"Nah. I’m actually quite impressed with what you managed to organize" you admit.

Your finger drawing shapes on her belly, you feel it contracting when she laughs softly. Again, you can’t help but smile. Her laughter is the sweetest of melodies to your ears.

"I asked Katie and Leah to help me. And then we got everyone involved. There’s just Kyra who didn’t know, we were too afraid that she would give you information unintentionally."

You hum for any answer, continuing to slide your finger on her skin. Tonight’s emotions tired you to be completely honest.

"I really thought something had happened to you" you admit quietly after another moment of silence.

You know perfectly well that Less could tease you a little more, but you also know that she’s not going to do it before you open your mouth.

"I’m fine. And I’m right here with you"

She tightens you against her and you find yourself lying almost entirely on her, which you will not complain about at all.

"On the other hand if now I do not let you take a step without having stuck me to you, you should not complain"

"It fits me perfectly. Now please kiss me."

[wosowrites]

Under the Surface (Leah Williamson x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: based off this request here

prompt: in which the reader plays for barca and is secretly dating leah and the reader doesn’t want to hide anymore, but Leah doesn’t agree.

Long distance was shit. It was horrible. You and Leah had met when you played for Aston Villa a year ago. Your relationship got serious very quickly. But Jordan and Leah had just broken up a couple months ago and Leah was worried about what the people who had taken Jordan’s side in the breakup ( even though it was very friendly ) would say about you. And the same thing went for you. You had just gotten out of a short relationship with Guro Reiten, and felt as though keeping things with Leah underground was better.

But then Aston Villa wasn’t meeting your expectations, and you talked to Leah and decided you would both be able to survive long distance. You signed with Barcelona, Leah supporting you through it all.

As mentioned, long distance was hard on the both of you, but you managed. Your love for each other prevailed. The actual problem? It had been a year since you started dating, and even longer since both of your public breakups, so why was Leah wanting to keep it a secret?

It was even worse because you couldn’t talk to anyone about it, not your spanish teammates, not your barca teammates, not even your best friend, Ona, who told you all the time that she was only a call away.

You came to training on Monday, your eyes puffy, your hair in a tangled ponytail from the day before, your mascara slightly smudged. You felt worthless. There was only one explanation. Leah was embarrassed to be with you publicly, or at least didn’t love you enough to tell the world you were hers.

You drove to training with the music so loud your ear drums rang, and people gave you judgmental looks at red lights. "Oh cry about it!" you yelled at a lady who was scowling at you.

But you were the one who burst out into tears again.

You pulled into the training center and parked your car, taking a second to compose yourself. You looked at yourself in the mirror, tried to tuck strands of hair back and clear the shine of tears from your cheeks.

"Okay y/n, you got this." you told to yourself. "Daily affirmations. Let’s go."

You stepped out of your car and slung your backpack over your shoulder, making your way towards the doors. You scanned your player ID and opened the doors where photographers were. They started taking a few pictures but then stopped, realizing the shape you were in. "Please don’t post any of those," you told the photographer in spanish.

He nodded to you and you kept on walking towards the locker rooms. Most of the team was already there, and they went to smile at you as you walked in, except your whole look threw them off guard and their smiles dropped.

You held the gaze of the room for a couple seconds before speaking. "One comment. And I mean one comment and your head will be through the wall." You told the girls.

They were used to your empty threats, but today, it was not empty.

While everyone did their best to look away and not bother you, Aitana even going outside the room to warn the incoming teammates to not piss you off, Mapi came to you immediately. "Do you want me to do your hair?" she asked gently, already in her kit and her classic low messy bun.

You held her gaze for a second, biting your trembling lip. "Okay. Thank you."

She had you sit on the floor and gently untied your hair from your bobble. She brushed through it with patience and softness you hadn’t seen from Mapi before, despite knowing her for years. She ran the brush through your long hair and then french braided each side, brining it into a braided ponytail. It took her about ten minutes, making you both the last in the room as all the girls had gone out onto the pitch.

Mapi handed you a makeup wipe, not saying anything, not telling you to use it, just letting you know it was there. You smiled at her gently and washed off your racoon eyes before walking out together.

You got into your car after training, feeling exhausted and annoyed. You took out your phone from your bag and opened it, noticing the missed calls from Leah. Concerned for her well being, you quickly called her back as you started the car up. "Leah! Are you okay?" you asked as she picked up the phone. "I’m fine. Are you okay? I called Lucy to talk about the lionesses roster and she mentioned you came to practice looking like you had been crying. What’s wrong?" Leah said.

You cursed Lucy internally before answering. "Listen… I’m fine. Im okay," you said, trying to sound convincing. "You’re not. I’m booking a flight to come over," Leah said. "Leah! You don’t have too," you said. "Tomorrow at 5:00. I’ll be there tomorrow at 5:00 baby." Leah told you.

Shit. How were you going to tell her that you felt as though she didn’t love you enough to tell people you were with her. Oh hey Leah, do you love me or are you embarrassed of me because you’re the love of my-

Your thought was interrupted by Leah, having forgotten you were on a call. "Okay my love. I can’t wait."

Lie.

"I’ll see you soon."

You sat on your couch, staring at the door defiantly. You were waiting for a knock to echo on your door, Leah having told you not to pick her up as it would mean leaving training early.

And then, it came. You were already frozen, but someone your body seized up more. You stood up robotically and opened the door. "Y/n/n…" Leah said, dropping her backpack and wrapping her arms around you. The way her body felt against yours made you want to shut up and not tell her how much her actions were hurting you. And when she pulled away briefly to kiss you, that desire was fuelled even more.

But reality struck.

You had flown her from England to Barcelona, you couldn’t tell her it was nothing. "What’s wrong. Why we’re you crying at training?" Leah said, rubbing her arms on your forearms as she looked into your eyes. You bit your lip, wanting to loose yourself in her.

"Leah do you love me. Genuinely. Do you love me?" You asked her. Leah’s face dropped and she tried to come closer to you but you backed away. "Jesus. Yes. Of course I do. You mean the world to me," Leah said, looking at you with hurt puppy eyes. "Then why the hell wont you tell anyone about us. It’s been a year! Are you that fucking embarrassed of me? I don’t get it."

Leahs lips parted in confusion before her face twisted in disgust. "You know nothing. I am so in love with you and you are not aloud to let me come here just to start accusing me of this bullshit! How could you!? I don’t want to keep our relationship secret because i’m embarrassed of you!" Leah yelled, making tears form in your eyes. "Then why?! Why, Leah?"

Leahs chest heaved up and down and she was now crying as well. You had never fought before.

"I don’t- I don’t want to make you cry. I’m sorry," you cried out yourself, putting your hands on the counter and hanging your head. "You want to know why I don’t want to tell anyone? I don’t want to tell my friends because they’re really close with Jordan and I don’t ever want them to think I didn’t care about her. And I also don’t want them to think you’re a rebound that’s lasting a little long because you’re not. Because I love you more tons anything in this world. You are the love of my life. And I don’t want to tell the public because they were… are… obsessed with me and Jordan. And I’m scared they’ll hate on you. You don’t deserve that. That’s why I’ve been wanting to keep it a secret. No other reason, do you hear me?" Leah said.

She had inched closer to you and her hand was now on your back, doing the thing that calmed you down the most. She slipped her hand under your shirt and grazed her nails up and down your spine. "Shit," you groaned, using the palm of your right hand to wipe your cheeks. "I’m an asshole," you whispered, loud enough for her to hear. "You’re not. I am. I was trying to protect you but I didn’t realize that I was hurting you more than I was protecting you," Leah said, grabbing your hands in hers and making her look at you. "I don’t care what people say about us. Our friends will be happy for us. And not all the fans are… obsessive. Most of them are amazing. And we get hate whether we’re publicly dating someone or not," you said, cupping her cheeks with your hands and rubbing a stray tear off her cheek. "You’re right. And that’s why I’m gonna do this," Leah said.

She pulled out her phone and opened instagram. She clicked on her story and scrolled through her camera roll, choosing a picture of you and her kissing at the top of a mountain you had both hiked together.

One year with you 💓 fooled everyone, didn’t we my love?

She wrote those words as you laughed at them. She looked at you and nodded, and then posted the story.

The next 24 hours were crazy. Your phone blew up ridiculously from texts of your friends and fan accounts tagging you in things.

You reposted Leah’s story do your own, writing:

Never getting enough of you 🤭💋

[wolfpackss]

Can i request sam uley fluff and smut?

I love your writing btw🤭

Thank you! You just made my day!! I love Sam, he doesn’t get enough credit. I did my best, hope you enjoy! This got way too long by the way… and so sorry for the slightest bit of angst.

You never thought you would be in this position. You are not that girl, you never were. So how did you become her? The girl that stole your best friends boyfriend. You were the one she came to when their relationship fell apart, him claiming he fell out of love with her and they just weren’t right for each other. You were the one who confronted him the next day about his actions and got sucked into this fantasy type situation with wolves and vampires.

That was three months ago, you haven’t spoken to Leah since she caught you and Sam grocery shopping two weeks after they broke up. You wanted to tell her about you and Sam, you really did but something always came up and you just didn’t wanted to lose her to something that not you nor Sam had say in. You’re happy, happier than you thought you’d be when Sam told you he imprinted on you. You actually hated him at that point for breaking your best friend’s heart and forcefully taking yours. At least that’s what you told yourself. Because somewhere between the hate and the fear, you began falling for the alpha.

Two months ago you had your first date. Sam wanted to take you out to dinner at some fancy restaurant but something came up and it became a home cooked meal instead, which made the night even better. It didn’t take long before the conversation about Leah started and the nerves started showing. You explained your fears and doubts and he listened, answering every question you threw at him. He loved Leah, he still does. And I expect him to, she deserves that much. But that doesn’t mean he loves me any less. As the date comes to an end, he wraps you up in his arms and kisses your temple washing almost every doubt away.

One month ago you kissed him. You didn’t mean to, but he got hurt and you got worried so you did the first thing you could think off when he stepped through the front door. He wraps his arms around you as he tilts your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue licking your bottom lip and you open your mouth hungrily. “I should get injured more if this is what I come home to” you don’t respond and claim his mouth with yours again. You’re just glad he’s okay, and safe in your arms.

And tonight you’re giving him your all. Every little thing that comes with you, your body, your soul and the tiny little piece of heart you got back. The talk you had with Sue made you realize that the feelings between me and Sam were always meant to be, we would always find a way to each other. If you couldn’t accept that then all of this would have been for nothing. Leah’s heartbreak, Sam’s imprinting, everything. You made your decision and now it’s time to show it.

You’re nuzzled into Sam’s side on the couch as he rubs his fingers up and down your arm. His other hand holding the remote and flipping through the stations. “Sam? Are you okay?” You glance up at him and he pulls you closer. “Yeah baby, Honestly? I’ve never been better” you lean up to kiss his cheek. “You make me happy Uley, you know that?” He looks down at you and you can see a smile forming on his face. His face brightens up and you immediately think about Sue’s words.

“Don’t let your insecurities ruin what may very well be your destiny”

You smile to yourself, it’s now or never. You turn around and face Sam who’s looking at you with his eyebrow raised. “Babe what are you doi-.”you cut him off by pressing your lips against his. Before Sam can begin to comprehend what you’re doing, you pull away. You smile sheepishly at him and run your fingers through your hair. You two stare at each other for a moment before the tension breaks. He claims your mouth with his, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him, pulling you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and grab his hair forcefully. You pull away. “Bedroom” you whisper against his lips. “Are you sure?” He pulls away to look at you and you can see the concerned look in his eyes. “Make me yours, alpha.”

The moment you stumble through the bedroom door, lips never leaving his, he grabs the globes of your ass and hoists you up. He pushes you against the door, grinding his hips into yours, making you feel his hardened length rubbing against your the front of your jeans. “Sam…” you moan into his mouth as he squeezes your ass and pulls away. “Off, everything off right now” he mumbles while pressing his forehead against yours. You comply, pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you in your jeans and bra while he’s still holding you, almost trapped against the door. You reach behind you and clasp your bra open, letting it fall from your shoulders and off your body. Sam lets out a low growl and dips his head into the side of your neck, licking, kissing, biting every inch of skin he can reach. He drops you slowly to the floor before slowly unbuttoning your pants while his lips never leave your neck. Your hands grab at his arms, squeezing the muscles, your nails digging in his skin. He pushes your jeans of your hips and as you step out of them, you tug at his shorts, wanting them off. As his shorts fall down to his ankles, you pull his boxers down with it, grabbing his length and stroking it slowly. “Fuck.” Sam mumbles against your neck as his one hand slowly trails your body, stopping to pinch and twist your nipples while the other is slowly moving towards the inside of your thighs. “Babe, fuck.. you’re soaked” he rubs your clit through your soaked panties as you mewl and squeeze his cock. “Sam, I need you.. please baby please..” you whimper as he slides your panties down your legs and pushes two thick fingers inside you, hooking them to a spot that takes your breath away. “Need to stretch you out baby, you’re so fucking tight.” He growls into your ear, scissoring his fingers, opening you up. All to soon he pulls them out of you making you whine.

He hoists you up again and you wrap your legs around his waist as he walks towards the bed with you in his arms. He lays you down and gently gets on top of you, letting his hard cock slide between your folds as the head nudges your clit. You let out a soft moan and nuzzle your face in his neck. “Please.” You both look at each other as he grips his cock, pumps it a few times and lines it up at your entrance. He slowly pushes in, you moan softly at the feeling of being filled. He stops to let you adjust to his size and as you give him a soft kiss on the lips to continue, he pulls out and pushes back in. “Please Sam, faster.” You claw at his back as his movements become more powerful and more intense. it’s not long before you can feel your walls tighten around him. Sam feels you tighten and brings his left hand to your clit, getting you closer to the edge. And when you finally get there, you let out the longest moan you’ve ever heard, coming from yourself. You can feel Sam’s cock throbbing through your orgasm, hear him growling in your ear and rubbing his nose up and down your neck.

“Mine!”

[futbol16]

Euros Icons ・ Leah Williamson

Based off this request, hope I could satisfy with the fluff! ;)

Request: "hi :) could you maybe write one where leah’s teammates find out how soft and whipped she is for reader? just a really soft and cute fic?"

Word count: 1,2k

Leah has always had a soft spot for you. It started way before the two of you confessed your feelings for each other.

It isn’t rare for you to spend a day off with Leah’s family, you are very close with Jacob and her mother treats you like one of her own. Many of these days end with the two of you trying to help out when Amanda makes dinner for the family. Well it is you who wants to help out and then you bug Leah until she gives up and helps as well.

Amanda listens to the two of you bantering with a soft smile on her face as she cuts up the tomatoes. You interrupt her though and gently take the knife from her hand as you take over chopping off the tomatoes so she could prepare everything else instead.

You spend the evening joking around with the Williamson family and as you finish the dish you excuse yourself.

“I’ll be back in a second, let me just wash my hands.” you say to Leah and press a small kiss to her cheek.

You don’t see the way she blushes because you’ve already made your way into the bathroom and as Jacob looks over at his sister he takes his chance to tease her on her red cheeks.

"WHIPPED!"

“Shut up Jacob!” she exclaims, playfully throwing the kitchen rag at his head before joining in on his laughter.

The first time the Lionesses noticed just how fond she was of you was during a match after a particularly harsh tackle was sent your way.

Leah was immediately marching towards the other playing, arguing and accusingly pointing at her. You’re pulled up to your feet by Georgia who sends you towards your blonde friend. 

As you walk past the two of them arguing you put a hand on Leah’s back and slide it across as you move from behind her to next to her.

The team watches in shock as you mutter a few words to her before guiding her away from the scene, Leah wasn’t easy to convince to stay calm in situations like this yet you managed to do it in a matter of seconds.

It’s later that week when Keira approaches her best friend and tries to persuade her to confess to you.

It was after one of the world cup qualifying matches, the one against Luxembourg where you had scored three goals, that Leah actually admitted her feelings to you.

You were walking down the tunnel with a smile on your face, the matchball in your hands. A yelp left your mouth as you were suddenly pulled into a small room. 

You turned around as the door shut only to see the blonde standing in front of you, a focused expression on her face.

“Leah? What’s up?” you question, confused. She fiddles with the end of her jersey as she mulls over what to say.

“Can I have your shirt?” is what comes out. You chuckle at that.

“Right now?” 

“Or later?” she answers. You place the ball at your feet as you pull your jersey over your head, missing the way Leah’s eyes wander down to your abs and the way her face heats up.

You hand the shirt to her despite knowing that it would end up in your shared home anyways.

“Now what's the real reason you pulled me in here?” you question her teasingly when you notice the small blush adorning her cheeks. She clears her throat, your jersey in her hands.

“Well I did want your shirt.” she starts as she looks back up at your face.”But also -”

She cuts herself off as she leans forwards and catches your lips in a kiss. You’re taken by surprise but as you relax into the feel of her lips on yours, you put your arms around her shoulders.

Leah can’t contain her smile and the two of you have to separate, both your grins making it impossible to continue the kiss.

It’s a few months later when the team first witnesses your display of affection towards each other.

They knew about your relationship but the two of you made sure to keep football and your feelings separate so it wasn’t often that your friends actually got to see the two of you acting all couply, though they wished to. They were your biggest shippers as the fans would say.

You were down at the cafeteria eating breakfast with the rest of your team, sitting between Leah and Georgia. As you wiped your mouth in a napkin, you stood up.

“I’ll see you guys on the bus, gotta make sure I packed everything for the match against North Macedonia.” you announce. You go to move away from the table but suddenly a pair of arms cling onto your hips and you have to hold onto her shoulders to balance yourself.

“Gimme a kiss before you go.” Leah pouts and when you don’t immediately do so the girls at your table start demanding for it too.

You smile as you lean down and place a peck on your girl’s lips. You don’t get the chance to straighten up though.

“Another one!” 

“I gotta get ready!”

“Just one more!” and you comply after a giggle, this kiss a bit more firm. As you untangle yourself from Leah and make your way out of the cafeteria the blonde’s eyes follow your form.

“You are so in love!” Keira gushes and the table soon erupts in teasing.

You had noticed the quirks Leah had, how she’d always lean down a little bit to talk to you because of the small height difference, or how she’d hold your hand or have a hand placed on your thigh during team meetings.

You also noticed the photobooth pictures of the two of you in her phone case. You kept the strip on your bedside table along with many other pictures of the two of you and your teams.

Your relationship however had never been confirmed to the fans. They were suspecting it and many of them were shipping you, even making edits of every interaction between the two of you.

It wasn’t until the Euro final against Germany that it was made clear.

You had scored the winning goal of the match, England now leading 2-1. The second the final whistle was blown you and your teammates ran towards the sidelines jumping onto the benched players and Sarina.

After lifting the trophy you stood in the middle of the field taking in everything and applauding the fans for their support when you felt an arm around your shoulders.

Leah grinned at you, handing you the trophy which you lifted above your head, another wave of cheers coming from the fans. 

Holding the trophy in one hand, medals around both of your necks you were pulled into Leah. You melted into the kiss as she held you by the waist, her other hand holding the back of your head.

It was definitely the fans’ most favored picture from the Euros.

[futfemfantasies]

Prompt List:

Hey everyone! 

I have some ideas and who they are for but I want to see which ones you all want. If you want to suggest anyone else or make a change to the prompt, I’m happy for that! Or even if you have a prompt not on the list, send it through :)

Request the number and player and I’ll write it as soon as I can :)

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1. “I see us in front of an altar one day”  Lucy Bronze

2. Y/N dedicates a song to _______ at her concert after just coming out  Sam Kerr

3. Asking for permission to kiss Alex Morgan

4. Casual intimacy - baths, washing each others hair, soft kisses Leah Williamson

5. Prohibited kisses - hands in hair and others on waist, lower bodies pressing into each other Patri Guijarro

6. “Can you repeat that? My brain hasn’t woken up yet”

7. “They’re just a friend, I swear”

8. “You’re my best friend! We shouldn’t, I shouldn’t be feeling like this. Fuck!” Alanna Kennedy

9. “Come to bed”

10. “Go home _____” “I’m already home”

11. Flower crown making on a picnic date Christen Press

12. World Cup proposal. Reader plays for England or USA and is dating _____ Sam Kerr

13. “I didn’t know who to call” Reader gets broken up with and seeks comfort in _______

14. Reader not healing from her mother’s death (Christen Press’ younger sister). ________

15. Barcelona team go to a Chinese restaurant and readers fortune cookie reads ‘Don’t let the one good thing in your life slip away’. _______ reads ‘your true love is around you’. At the hotel, reader and ______ link pinkies behind the group and share a kiss when they wait for a new elevator since the team filled them all up.

16. Reader joined Barca in 2017 and grew close to ________. Ended up being together for lockdown. Reader goes to Australia for national team camp and gets teased by Sam, Macca, Caitlin and Steph etc. Reader and ______ talk about coming out / what photos to use. _____ posts first then reader follows. Teasing by the team starts again after photos are posted. Mapi Leon

17. Reader is injured and she knows __________ wants to surf when she’s home so she re-waxes her surfboard as a surprise

18. Reader is quarantining with _________ when Australia wins the World Cup in 2020. It’s early in the morning and reader yells and screams, waking up ______.

19. Reader is going on a ‘date’ but knows _______ is in love with them. ________ helps pick out an outfit for the ‘date’ but reader wears it on their first date.

20. Alex Morgan little sister (5 years younger) - dating ________. Alex finds you two making out after a national team friendly - USA vs _________. Alex ‘threatens’ _________.

21. Reader singing One Less Lonely Girl to _________ on the bus on a long trip from a game to announce their relationship. Lucy Bronze

22. _________ surprising reader (Leah’s older sister) at Arsenal. Reader scores in the 90+5 minute, sending Arsenal to the Champions league final.

23. I Wish - One direction (sad fic) Leah Williamson

24. All Of The Girls You’ve Loved Before - Taylor Swift (reader dedicates this to __________ at their concert) - reader’s first time saying they’ve fallen for _______. 

25. Reader cooking for _______ for the first time and it’s really good.

26. “I could kiss you right now” “You’re very welcome to do it”  Reader scores an important goal in an important game.

27. “I haven’t felt like this in a long time and I’m scared”

28. “I think you’re parents may like me even more than you”  _________ meets readers parents for the first time due to covid.

29. “I didn’t want to tell you like this, but I have no choice”

30. “I miss you” “It’s just temporary” 

31. “They all reminded me of different parts of you so I got one of each” Reader can’t decide on one type of flower so the florist makes a bouquet with all different flowers from around the shop.

32. “Was that your way of asking me to marry you?” Reader is a singer and writes ‘That Part by Lauren Spencer Smith’.  Leah Williamson // Millie Bright

[jupiterwrites99]

You're On Your Own, Kid

Chapter 4

“Guys this is Sage, Sage, this is the pack.” Sam introduced her from next to Paul. Their large figures keep her out of sight. As soon as they had pulled up to the house, Sage could hear the many voices inside. Paul had griped about the ice cream melting, coaxing her out of his car while handing her the bag with the things that he had picked out for her. Including his favourite cookies.

Sage didn’t move from her spot behind the hulking men, though she peaked around Paul to see a group of oversized men and Leah staring back at her. She looked down at her feet with a frown, it reminded her so much of home. Or what used to be home.

“Um, maybe just give her space until she gets used to all of us.” A soft female voice sounded. She didn’t recognize it, it didn’t belong to Leah or Emily.

“She’s like a scared little puppy,” One of the boys crooned and an unexpected growl escaped from Sage’s throat.

 I’m not a puppy, her wolf moaned in annoyance.

Paul turned to face her, a cocky smirk on his face, “That's just Quil. Trust me, you could take him in a fight.”

Boisterous laughs rang out around the small living room as well as many agreements with Paul's statement. A sheepish smile graced Sages lips as Paul moved forward into the room, leaving her exposed to everyone.

She looked wide eyed at all of them, joking around like a giant family. Her heart began to race and she was the most overwhelmed she had been in years. 

They reminded her of her own family. 

The family she was never going to get back.

She noticed Leah slipping out the back door and quickly followed in her footsteps, hoping no one would notice, or care.

“Why are you following me?” Leah asked without turning around, she continued walking towards the trees.

Sage didn’t answer her. She didn’t exactly know what to say.

The older girl stopped abruptly, looking over her shoulder. She could see the hardlines on her face, though they didn’t look like they were caused by anger. More so sadness. Leah sighed, “You can’t come with me.”

Sage frowned, “Being unwanted isn’t exactly a new thing for me.”

Leah's face instantly softened at her words, a look of understanding washing over her face, “I have to go to work, Sage.  If I was allowed to, I would bring you but..”

“It’s fine. Where’s the beach?” She waved off the short haired girl before her. Paul had promised to show her later, but her patience was wearing thin and being stuck inside that small cabin with all the huge men wasn’t exactly inviting.

Leah pointed towards a rocky path just behind the house, “That will lead you to Third Beach, not many people go there but I’m assuming that's what you’re looking for.”

Sage nodded gratefully, giving Leah a small smile before leaving her to head to work. Whatever work it was that she did, considering she was walking towards the treeline barefoot.

Finding her way to the beach wasn’t hard, the closer she got the more she could smell the fresh ocean water and hear the calming waves. Sage had taken off her shoes and socks that Emily had given her to feel the cool sand between her toes, a sensation she had never guessed she would have missed. But she did.

“Sage?” 

She perked her head up at her name, completely forgetting about the shells and rocks she had been sorting through.

She breathed out a sigh of content as her eyes found Pauls, “Hi.”

“You hungry? Em is almost done with lunch.” He mentioned, sitting on the opposite side of the driftwood she had claimed as a seat. The many seashells and rocks, along with the flowers she had picked earlier placed neatly in separate piles.

“Is it that sandwich again?” She asked, crinkling her nose in disgust.

Paul laughed before shaking his head, “No. It's pasta. She's got some muffins too if you don’t like pasta.”

She nodded, looking back down at her findings, “Maybe later. Where’d Leah go?”

“Patrol.” Paul answered honestly, “We all do it to make sure no threats get onto our land.”

“Vampires.” Sage noted. She had come across quite a few, their stench was worse than the sandwich Emily had given her.

Paul cleared his throat, and she figured the topic made him uncomfortable, “Yeah, we uh, killed the one that attacked you. You don’t have to worry about him.”

“I wasn’t worried.” She said bluntly before curiously asking, “Do you live with Emily and Sam?”

Paul shook his head, “No.” 

“Oh.”  Sage frowned. He was there every morning and night, only disappearing for a few hours during the day. “Is Emily your sister?”

He chuckled at her question, “No.”

“So, why are you there all the time?” Sage asked quietly. It was like he never left, everywhere she turned, he was there. There was no way that couch he had been sleeping on was comfortable for him, he was practically falling off of it the other night.

“We’re a pack. We always spend time together.” He answered, avoiding her gaze. She had heard his heartbeat pickup at her question and felt as though he was lying. 

If he was going to lie about something as simple as why he spent so much time at Sam and Emily’s, what else would he lie about? 

“Wasn’t like that back home.” Sage remarked, before turning her attention to the rising tide. 

“What?” Paul asked. 

The young wolf sighed, she was hoping that the conversation wouldn’t have happened this soon. It's not like she was planning on ever going back, even if Sam decided she couldn’t stay any longer. Turning her attention back to Paul, she explained, “My pack, we weren’t like this at all, but we had a lot more wolves than yours does.”

A look of shock crossed his face, “You have a pack?” 

“Yeah?” She furrowed her brows, not understanding why that was so hard to believe,  “Every wolf has a pack.”

Paul's features switched from shock to annoyance, “That would have been nice to know earlier, Sage.”

She shrugged, “They’re not my pack anymore.”

“How old were you when you shifted?” He asked curiously, completely ignoring what she had said. It was as if he has now felt the need to question her and everything she had said to him. Sage frowned at the thought, she would never lie to her mate. 

“Twelve.” Sage answered honestly, “I was a late bloomer.”

“How old are you now?” He shot off another question.

“It's 2023?” She asked for confirmation.

“Yeah,” Paul nodded.

“Twenty Two.” She thought about it for a moment before admitting,  “I was seventeen when I left.”

Paul's eyes narrowed at her and it made her squirm. It was a look of distrust, and her thoughts were confirmed as he asked, “You left your pack?”

“Yeah,” She spoke grimly, not wanting to get into the nitty gritty details. It was the best decision she had ever made for herself. The only decision she made for herself prior to leaving.

“Sage, if they come looking for you--” Paul started.

“They won't.” She cut him off abruptly,  “I have no reason to go back there.”

“Okay,” He nodded.

Sage let out a small sigh before turning the focus on him and asking, “How old are you?”

“Twenty Six.” Paul replied, a small smirk forming on his face as she looked him up and down.

“Hm.” She hummed. Paul did not look twenty six to her, though she didn't exactly look twenty two herself. Sage was always told that wolves who don't phase as often age the same as humans would, but those who did, or stayed as their wolf like she had, age slower. 

He chuckled, raising an eyebrow before asking, “Is that a problem?”

“No, I just thought you were older.”  Sage shook her head.

“Well, I’m not.” He snipped,  “Phased when I was sixteen, from then on I’ve looked older than I am.”

“Sixteen is really late.” Sage commented. Twelve was considered uncommon in her pack, most of her friends had phased by the time they were ten. Though she never really was one to follow the flow of her pack, much to her parents dismay,

“Most of us were sixteen.” Paul remarked.

“Weird.”  Sage commented, “Ten is the usual.”

“Ten years old?” He asked, shock written all over his face.

Sage rolled her eyes, “That's what I said, isn’t it?” 

“Let's get back, I'm starving.” Paul pushed himself up from the log, “And you need to eat something.”

“I’m fine.” She waved him off. She didn't want to get involved in their pack activities, meals together included. She preferred life on her own compared to the pack dynamic she had chosen to leave.

“Do you always argue like this?” Paul huffed. He looked down at her in annoyance and she only grinned back.

“Yes.” She said, before jokingly adding, “Why do you think they kicked me out?”

“You said you left.” He remarked. She grimaced, she did say that. But it was technically a mutual decision. Sage had been given an ultimatum, which she chose not to take, thus resulting in her heading off on her own. It was as simple as that.

Sage stood up, grabbing her shells and rocks before quickly pocketing them. She avoided Paul's gaze as she said , “Same thing. I didn't want to be there and the alpha didn't want me there.”

She was glad the older wolf did not press the subject anymore, instead, he reverted back to the topic of his growling stomach, and the lack of food she had consumed. He cockily said, “Alright, well, I don't care how much you stomp your feet, you’re coming back with me, princess.”

“I said stop calling me that” She shoved him, he grabbed her arms and pulled her close. The scent of his cologne was dizzying to the younger wolf. Her inner wolf was practically drooling at the smell. As if she wasn’t already drawn to him enough as it was to conclude that Paul was in fact her mate, this solidified it for her. The R rated thoughts she was concocted forced her to bite her lip before she said something out of line.

“Whatever you say, little wolf.”

“I can take you.” She growled out. Just because they were destined for eachother, doesn't mean she was going to bow down to him. She may not be stronger than him, but they both knew she was faster, even if he didn't want to admit it. They had a hard time catching her with a broken leg, it took all of his pack to do it.

“Paul!” A woman's voice called his name before he could respond. She stood with her hands on her hips as they both turned to her and she asked, “Can we talk?!”

Sage pushed down the rumble of her wolf's disapproval. It was clear that this woman was not a wolf, which only meant one thing. Human girlfriend. Her pack was not allowed to have relationships with humans, friends or lovers. It was a risk to the pack, whether that be by being found by hunters or killing their bloodlines. Sage yanked her arm out from Paul's grip and snarkily said, “Your girlfriend wants you.”

“She's not my girlfriend.” Paul smirked wolfishly, leaning down to her height to whisper in her ear,  “You’re cute when you're jealous.”

“I’m not,” Sage shot back, though she was lying through her teeth.

“No?” Paul waved Rachel over, and a small growl bubbled in Sage's throat. He looked back down at her, a small smirk,   “I’ll meet you back at the house.”

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 167

McCoy

The group followed Eleanor back into the palace.

“What are you children going to do?” the queen asked.

McCoy glanced at Scotty. “Honestly we should probably catch up on our homework…”

“…but we don’t get to see any of ye often now,” Scotty finished for him.

“Just like Lenny,” Leah whispered loudly to Robbie, “always looking for a way out of his schoolwork.”

“Hey!” McCoy glared at his sister, but the look had no real anger to it

Eleanor shook her head fondly at her children. “Well, lunch was big, so we’ll keep dinner more sensible, alright?” she said. “I think I would like to rest for a bit. The last few days…,” The queen smiled weakly.

“Of course Mother,” McCoy said quickly.

“We understand,” Leah added.

“So you guys want to do something?” McCoy asked after the queen had walked away. “Nothing too strenuous,” he said with a quick look at Leah.

“You know what I would really like?” Leah asked. “A nice soak. Everything has been so tense and stressful—”

“Tell me about it,” McCoy muttered.

“—and you guys could have a swim. Dr. Boyce doesn’t want me doing that quite yet, but I can still sit in the hot tub,” Leah finished.

“Sure,” McCoy said. “What do you think?” He turned to Scotty.

“Aye,” he agreed. “But we don’t have our swimsuits.”

“Who says you need those?” Leah grinned at Scotty. McCoy and Robbie both laughed as Scotty’s face went beat red.

“I’ve got other pairs upstairs,” McCoy soothed his husband. “And there’s always extras around the pool.”

“We’ll meet ye there then?” Robbie asked.

In their room, McCoy went straight to his dresser. He dug in a lower drawer before pulling out something blue and tossing it towards Scotty.

“There ya go darlin’. Those should fit. And if they don’t and slip off in the pool, then oh well.” McCoy grinned as he gave a shrug and Scotty’s face colored again. He crossed over to Scotty after giving the drawer a push closed with his foot. “It isn’t like we haven’t been naked there before.”

“Len!” Scotty spluttered out. “No one else was around then! Especially not my brother and definitely not your sister!”

“Yeah, but they’ve had their own fun times there too,” McCoy gave an exaggerated shudder. “Come on and change so we can get down there.”

“Umm, aren’t ye forgetting something love?” Scotty said looking at McCoy questioningly.

McCoy gave him a puzzled look back.

“A pair for ye?” Scotty said holding up the blue swimsuit McCoy had given him.

“Oh. Nah. I’ll just go naked,” McCoy grinned.

Scotty groaned and rolled his eyes. “Get yer suit ye mad man.”

“Oh fine,” McCoy pretended to pout and went back to the dresser, pulling out a coral colored pair of trunks for himself.

In the pool hall, Leah and Robbie were already settled in the hot tub when McCoy and Scotty entered.

“Swim first or just soak?” McCoy asked Scotty.

“I could do a lap or two with ye if ye want,” Scotty said. “What about ye lad?” he turned to ask his brother.

“Oh. I’m fine. I’ll just stay here with Leah,” Robbie said quickly.

McCoy smiled and went down to dive in. The water was refreshing as it went past him. He could hear Scotty making his way towards him and popped back to the surface to wait for his husband.

Part 168

Scotty

They took a few laps in the cold water. It was quite refreshing and Scotty felt like it washed away all the worries they had felt the past few days.

When they eventually joined Leah and Robbie in the hot tub, the princess seemed very relaxed. Robbie had placed one arm around her and they were chatting away quietly.

"What are you talking about?" Leonard asked while he let himself sink into the hot water. Scotty followed quickly and snuggled against him.

"Oh, this and that," Leah answered, shrugging her shoulders. Apparently she planned on keeping it secret.

"This and that, huh? So you talked about us?" Leonard raised his eyebrow at his sister and she chuckled.

"Maybe."

"What's there to talk about?" Scotty was getting curious and when he looked at his little brother's face he could see that he was about to tell them the truth.

"Well, we just... wondered what decisions will be made about yer safety. Earth is so far away from Georgiares and if something would happen to ye..."

Leonard sighed heavily and Scotty sent him a worried glance. Could they talk openly about what was planned? Their siblings were allowed to know, right?

"We will be joined by members of security," Leonard grumbled, still not happy about it.

"Oh. That's... a good thing, isn't it?" Robbie didn't seem too sure about what to say. He glanced at Leah who slowly shook her head.

"Not for Lenny."

"What? Why?" A frown crossed Robbie's face and he looked from one person in the tub to the other. Eventually his eyes rested on Leonard.

"You don't know what it's like. To be guarded all the time, to be treated like a raw egg, not being able to live like a normal person. At the academy, I was finally able to break free and now..." Leonard sighed deeply.

"Father has to be so worried about you," Leah said. "If something like that attack can happen to me, how easy would it be to attack you who's out of our reach."

Leonard rolled his eyes.

"Well, if everything goes according to plan, then no one will notice security following us around," Scotty quickly intervened, trying to soothe his husband as fast as possible.

"Really? How so?" The statement caught Leah's attention.

"I suggested for the security people to go undercover, act like cadets. That way they can keep an eye on us without tailing us too obviously," Scotty explained his idea and Leah gave him a smile.

"That's a good idea. And Father agreed? Even better for you."

"I sure hope it'll work." Even though Scotty had had the idea, he still had some doubts about it. What if someone would notice what was going on? There were some smart students at the academy, after all.

"And I sure hope ye'll be safe," Robbie muttered quietly.

Like Eleanor had already announced dinner was small. All members of the family were gathered.

"Francine and Alasdair did arrive safely at home," the queen told them. She had obviously talked to the Scott brother's mother already.

Scotty gave her a grateful nod.

"That's good to hear."

"Oh, that reminds me... I wanted to ask you and Father something," Leonard spoke up, once he had swallowed the bite he had taken. He looked from Eleanor to David and back.

"Of course. What is it, darling?" Eleanor looked curiously at her son.

"Can we invite the Scott's over for Christmas? It would be so nice if we could celebrate together again."

Scotty smiled softly. It was a great idea. And he was pretty sure that the royal pair would agree with that.

[deanstead]

There Will Be Peace (3): One Of Us

Chapter 3: One Of Us

Chapter Summary: Y/N deals with her emotions in the aftermath of the hunt and Dean opens up a little more to Y/N.

Word Count: 2,016

Warnings: canon-typical injuries, meltdown

A/N: Sorry that this took a while! Feeling my way through this fic so I hope this next part turned out well!

SERIES MASTERLIST || DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST

Chapter 2 || Chapter 4

You’d barely made it out of the mangled clearing when you heard a faint voice.

“You guys hear that?” You asked, looking from Dean to Sam.

Dean was swinging his head from side to side, looking around before he stepped back. You followed his cue without him saying anything, almost like you’d been hunting with him for years. You stepped backwards as well, the three of you bumping your backs together.

“Stay sharp.” Dean muttered, which you knew he was kind of directing at you. As if Sam needed reminding.

“Alright, let’s move.” Sam urged. “It’s getting dark.”

Dean nodded and you quickly followed, until the three of you made it into another small area. “Alright, this will do. Why don’t you help me with the Anasazi symbols?”

You nodded, knowing you needed to hurry. The both of you started off at opposite ends, Dean glancing up halfway to look over, much like a teacher surveying his student’s progress and smiled. “There you go.”

You rolled your eyes a little. “Told you I’m a quick study.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the wendigo knew exactly what the three of you doing. Before you could finish off what you were working on, it roared, and you looked up.

“Y/N!” Sam yelled.

You dropped to the ground, rolling away, reaching for the flare gun that you had tucked into your boot this morning.

“Sammy!” Dean yelled now as the wendigo turned towards Sam.

“Hey!” You yelled as the wendigo paused and you shot your flare gun, hitting it square in the chest.

Sam flinched covering his face as the wendigo burst into flames.

You sank back down onto the ground, letting your hands fall to your sides, your heart still pumping wildly.

“Y/N, you okay?” Dean called and you put a thumbs up.

“Just catching my breath. That was…”

“Badass, Y/N. You rocked it.” Sam responded.

Dean headed back over to you and smiled, offering you a hand and pulling you back up. He didn’t say anything, but even you could tell Dean was proud of how you’d handled yourself today, plus saving Sam was always bonus points.

You didn’t even notice the small scrapes along your arm until you’d made it back to your motel room.

You’d barely finished washing out the scrapes when it hit you, all the emotions that had been running amok in your head since you stood at the edge of that forest.

Finally, it broke.

You sank onto the ground in the middle of your motel room, sobbing. You couldn’t get it out of your head, you’d spent the past few months pushing down all the grief you had about losing your family, especially your siblings - the nightmares of Seth’s blood-stained hands, the little smirk he had on as he stood over the dead bodies of your family members, the smell of blood as you held Leah’s hand, feeling the life leave her body.

“Y/N?”

You could hear Dean’s voice outside your door but you couldn’t answer him. You couldn’t gain back control of the sobs that had overtaken your body.

“Y/N!” Dean’s voice went up a little, the way he did when he was concerned but you still couldn’t answer him.

Dean stood outside your door, wondering if he should break it down.

“Dean? What’s…?” Sam asked, just as Dean raised his leg. If Dean hadn’t been so worried about you it might have been funny - Sam looking at him confused while Dean stood, his leg raised in mid-air in front of your motel door.

“She’s not answering the door.” Dean answered.

Sam’s hand went to his gun automatically, nodding at Dean.

Dean kicked, the door staying on its hinges but springing open. Sam raised his gun, only lowering it when he realized you were alone in the empty room.

You were seated in the middle of the motel room, your knees scrunched up against you, your head lowered and resting on your knees, your body shaking uncontrollably. Dean headed straight for you, bending down next to you.

“Y/N?”

You didn’t look up, just sobbed louder.

“Alright, it’s okay, we’re here. We’re here.” Dean whispered, putting an arm around you. “Let it out.”

You couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. Gently, Dean pulled you towards him, patting you gently, tucking your head under his chin and cradling your head as you now sobbed into his chest, your hand closing around the shirt he had on, the material crumpling into your palm.

“It’s alright, I know.” Dean whispered as he felt your body shake against his. “It’s okay, I got you.”

You cried and cried. You cried about losing your parents, you cried about not protecting Seth and not knowing what Seth had been through for those few months after you’d taken off with Leah. You cried about all the times you’d snapped at Leah and you cried about losing Leah, your sister and best friend.

You cried about everything your life had become and all that came out from your lips was heart wrenching sob after sob while Dean cradled you, patting your back gently.

You wanted to pull back, you didn’t want to let Sam and Dean see the wreckage you were but you couldn’t even physically control your body anymore.

It was a whole while later when your body finally stopped and you slowly fell limp in Dean’s arms, whatever remaining energy you had had from the hunt zapped clean from your meltdown.

“Y/N?” Dean helped you up to look at you. “Alright, let’s get you into bed.”

Dean helped you up, Sam coming around to help the only indication he’d been in the room too.

The boys exchanged a look but Dean just patted your head gently. “Sleep.” He whispered.

Your hand twitched, like you’d wanted to reach out and ask one of them to stay. You didn’t really care who, you just weren’t confident about what would happen if they’d left you alone in the motel room.

Dean’s eyes flicked to yours and then up to Sam.

Sam patted your arm gently. “We’re not going anywhere.”

True to their word, the boys stayed. They’d taken turns to sleep in the other single bed in the room. You could always see one of their silhouettes sitting up in the chair when you shifted in your sleep.

But when you woke up the next morning, you were so embarrassed that you didn’t really want to get up. You could hear them shuffling around and speaking in low voices before you heard the door click and thought they’d left to get their stuff. You’d opened your eyes only to see Sam sitting at the table.

You closed your eyes in despair.

“Hey.” Sam got up and headed towards you, sitting himself on the other bed. “We’re heading back to the bunker.”

You looked up, slightly surprised he hadn’t tried to ask if you were okay. Well, no one in your shoes could possibly be. But still.

Sam’s hazel eyes studied you for a while more before he patted your head gently. “If you need to talk, you know where I am.” He said in a low voice, smiling and pushing himself off the bed as the door opened again.

“Let’s hit the road.” Dean’s eyes landed on you a little longer than he usually did before he turned and headed back down to the Impala.

You’d been grateful to the Winchesters for how they’d handled your meltdown. They hadn’t hovered like how you were afraid they would. They’d left you to pick yourself up, while staying just slightly in the shadows, just within reach.

It was pretty amazing how the three of you had reached this level of mutual understanding. It was hard to believe just six months ago you didn’t know of each other’s existence.

Dean put a cup of hot chocolate in front of you and you looked up, smiling. “Thanks.” Dean smiled at you, taking a swig from the beer bottle in his hand before looking back at the computer screen in front of you.

You had no idea how long the three of you sat there, Dean across from you and Sam next to you, typing on the laptop, trying to look for demonic omens.

“Electric storms?” You asked.

Sam nodded a little absentmindedly. “Yeah, that’s how we tracked Yellow…” He trailed off, as Dean looked up.

You knew better than to ask so you just looked away.

The moment was broken when you heard the door of the bunker close.

Dean turned. “Cas?”

“Hey.”

“Hey Cas.” You smiled.

You could still remember the first time you’d seen Cas. Following the sound of flapping wings, he had appeared all of a sudden, causing you to almost literally jump out of your own skin. Sam had to take you aside and calm you down for about ten minutes while Dean nagged at Cas about having already told him about this.

You thought you were surprised when monsters were real? Surprise, surprise. Here was an angel standing right in front of you.

“Anything?” Dean asked, swiveling around to look at Castiel.

Castiel shook his head. “The angels have been talking but no one knows much about Corson. He wasn’t on the radar, which could only mean he was a low-level demon.”

“Well he’s not low-level now.” Sam emphasized.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Thank you, Captain Obvious, as usual.”

You were still sitting in the library a few hours later.

“Hey, not sleeping?”

You had jumped a little, although you tried to hide it from Dean.

Dean studied you for a while more before he slid into the seat across from you.

“The lore doesn’t tell me anything.” You said quietly after a prolonged silence.

Dean sat up, frowning just slightly as he tried to make sense of what you were saying.

“It doesn’t tell me about Corson, it doesn’t tell me why he killed my family, it doesn’t tell me where to find him.” You said, turning your eyes up to look at Dean now. “How do you do this?”

Dean sighed, bringing his hands up to run over his mouth. “You know what Sam said earlier? Yellow?”

You nodded.

“The end of that sentence is eyes. Yellow Eyes. We called him that since we didn’t know his name when we were hunting him early on.” Dean paused. “He killed our parents. He set Sam’s nursery on fire, while my mother…”

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

Dean shook his head. “My point is demons do these things. They have their own twisted world and sometimes they do things for kicks.”

You sighed. “So was there a reason?”

Dean looked at you.

“You don’t have to tell me, I just…”

Dean shook his head. “He did. He wanted to… he wanted Sam. He wanted to turn Sam into some weird psychic, some special child crap to let…” He trailed off as he watched the expression on your face change.

“Whatever. We’re going to find Corson. We’re going to find him and we are going to kill him.” Dean said, steeling his gaze against you. And you knew, you knew Dean was right. Or at least you knew he believed what he said.

“Thanks, Dean.”

Dean glanced at you, raising an eyebrow.

You shrugged, “Thanks for telling me. I mean, you didn’t have to and I…”

Dean let out a smile. “You’re one of us now, and figured it’s time you knew as well. It’s not some huge secret, I just... I don’t like to talk about it but I just wanted you to know you’re not alone.” He paused. “Not anymore.”

You blinked back at Dean. “One of…”

Dean pushed back the chair and looped around you, pausing next to you.

Dean put a gentle hand on your head. “Get some sleep.” He told you in a low voice before you watched him exit the library and head back to his room, leaving you only with a warm feeling in your chest that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

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[silkendandelion]

Pomegranates, A Stardew Valley fanfiction

Pairing: Lance (SVE) x Farmer (male)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Farmer Max didn't listen to the wizard's warning and encounters a spell that shows him a version of his life where he married Elliot, instead of Lance. Hurt/Comfort, happy ending.

AN: Spoilers for Lance's 10-heart event and several late game quest lines, references to the outcome of these quests or rewards. Player is an OC with established characteristics, story, mannerisms. It's fine, we have fun anyway.

Rated Teen and Up Audiences for sexually suggestive content, unsafe situations, characters worried about infidelity (No actual cheating). One-shot. Cross-posted to Ao3 here. Send me a DM: yell at me, send flowers. Cheers.

He always saved the best pomegranates for Elliot.

The shiniest fruits of the batch, so heavy with juice they nearly jumped off the branch and redder than wine-stained, kiss-swollen lips. They always got washed separately, scrubbed twice, and packed in a box that had become known as “Elliot’s box” because of the blocky, handwritten label that declared it.

“That time of the year again?” Lance smiled as he set his satchel on the kitchen floor, mindful of the farmhouse’s stone counter-tops ever since they discovered that life elixir is surprisingly acidic. Luckily, the microwave now hides his shame.

“Just in time for his birthday too, since the summer was so cool,” Max said, clicking the crate shut.

“Well, I’m off to the Highlands.” Lance glanced in the fridge while the farmer tugged on his boots. The sticky rice he made the night before was untouched, a cursive note that read ‘goodnight, my love’ still attached to the top.

Poor farmer, he works so hard, he thought. “Actually. There’s not much to do the first week of the season, besides observations. If I only do a half day, I could make it back by say… 8 o’clock? What do you think, love, want to quit early with me?”

His mushy thoughts of hiking up to the bath house and splitting a pot of cider on the couch were dispersed by Max reaching for his coat with a wince. “I’m sorry, honey, probably not. Leah wants to do a brunch thing tomorrow for Elliot’s birthday and I gotta turn in early if I’m gonna finish the chores before I go.”

Lance opened his mouth to point out the flaw in his plan, but settled for a frown as he slung his satchel over his shoulder. “No worries, love, just a thought.”

They parted ways with a kiss, soft and sweet: the farmer’s preferred choice of apology when he knew Lance wasn’t actually looking for one.

“Stay safe up there. And say hi to Marlon for me if you see him,” Max said.

“Of course. Safe travels, farmer,” Lance teased him with a smirk.

He watched Lance leave their homestead and down the road, the smell of freshly-tilled soil washing away the scent of his husband’s soap before he even turned the corner. By the fifth day of the season, the crops were all settled into their neat little rows, the promise of pumpkins already in curly little saplings, and colorful mushrooms peeking up from plush, sleepy grass. The trestles by the fence would have grapes on them soon enough—best to keep an eye out for Petunia then, lest his horse be tempted out of her stall and he find her foundered in her sin.

Elliot loved the fall.

And Max almost slapped himself as he started the rest of his chores.

The wizard had warned him, “you can peruse my library at your leisure, but don’t touch any of the books behind that altar. It’s for your own safety,” and gestured to a menacing golden creature atop a spell circle, the statue’s ruby eyes seeming to follow him around the candlelit room.

It was one book.

A simple spell, just a single, short paragraph among the hundreds of others, found by parting the book to a random number and beginning in the middle of the page. The spell explained itself to have no ingredients, casted only by reading, though Max couldn’t have guessed how literal the instructions were.

“Spirits alive, spirits alike, spirit made flesh. The mind is a shallow cup, cursed to overflow with too many memories, but the soul remembers. Never forget, dear spirit. Recall your journeys, dear spirit… allow us to enter your mind, spirit. And look with us.”

Even Max knew not to speak aloud from spell books, but just reading the words left him breathless, his wheeze condensing in front of his face. He slammed the book shut, quick and careful to replace it on the shelf exactly as it had been found before fleeing back to the warp hall, his fumbling hands yanking at his coat’s zipper.

“Too creepy… Never again,” he said, believing now that Magnus wasn’t exaggerating when he placed the shelf off limits.

But the spell was already cast, brought to life by being read, and Max found himself visited by the most vivid dream he’s ever had—and hasn’t had one like it since.

A farm, what must have been his farmhouse, and an autumn day like today. A striped cat rushed to the kitchen under his feet while the writer hummed at the stove, his ginger hair pulled back to the nape of his neck.

“Good morning! Come eat, darling, I made your favorite.”

He never cared for pancakes but his stomach growled regardless, heart squeezing unbidden when the writer fluttered over to greet him with a milk coffee kiss.

Lance drank his coffee black.

It wasn’t his farm, not his cat, not his husband, so why did it feel so warm?

Why did he wake up missing the rosy lens of that other place? With syrup on his tongue and a pain in his chest for a man he’s never looked at before with anything other than friendship? His heart sank, belly cold as he rolled over to seek the warm back of his sleeping husband, minding the pomegranate hair draped over his pillow.

“Mm—hello,” Lance rumbled with fondness, awoken by the way the farmer squeezed around his middle.

“Go back to sleep, Lance,” he said against his hair. The smell of magic never did manage to wash out, like lightning in a forest. A happy huff was his only reply, though Max would stay awake for the rest of that night, and for days after.

He never should have read from that damn book.

The dream wasn’t anything more than a glimpse. He didn’t know the farmer’s story, who raised him, but he knew why his belly twinged when the writer kissed him. And if this flash of a feeling could haunt his thoughts in broad daylight, he knew he would die if he ever knew the truth about their entire life together, killed gloriously by the knowledge of one single lifetime, out of the thousands this other valley might know.

And he would never recover if Lance knew.

How could he ever say that in another life, some other place just like their valley, he was married to Elliot? And that they were so happy?

He couldn’t, he would rather jump naked into a bath tub of lava slimes than hurt Lance.

Lance, who when he was contemplating giving up farming to be a full-time adventurer declared with that self-assured grin that Max was the only one who could help him with his research.

Lance of the First Slash Clan, seasoned adventurer, who becomes as red as his hair, suddenly shy when Max reminds him that on his first visit to the First Slash Guild Hall, he took off his clothes and suggested they squeeze into the single bed.

The same man who when Max came to him with the insane idea to turn their cellar into a guild hall, didn’t poke holes in his dream or complain about how much the construction would cost, instead swelling with pride to say “My farmer, always thinking of others.”

Lance, whom without the world would have no spring.

Max looked at the crate in his hands, having walked all the way to the beach after his chores, and knocked on Elliot’s door with his boot. What am I doing?

“Max, hello there!” He opened the door with a gasp. “Are those for me?”

“What—yes. Fresh from Haddenfield,” he said reflexively, pulled from his thoughts to follow Elliot inside and put the crate on the piano bench for unpacking.

“Oh, they’re beautiful,” he said, holding one up to the window to admire it’s ruby glitter. “Won’t you let me pay you this time?”

“No no, of course not,” Max waved his hands. “I brought it to you without asking, it’s a gift. Happy birthday.”

“Well, thank you.” Elliot bowed his head, but was struck by a thought. “Wait. This is heavy, too big for Petunia. Did you walk all the way here? Let me make you a cup of tea before you go.”

Max remembered the smell of green tea from his dream, knowing what he would offer even before Elliot opened the metal canister. “I’ve got green tea, do you mind a travel cup?”

This life is enough. No memory, intangible and false, will come between him and his valley.

“I’ve actually gotta get going. Somewhere to be. Thank you, Elliot, and happy birthday!”

“Thank you, Max, please be careful. Say hi to Lance for me!” He called as Max was already marching his way up the beach with a wave. ____ ___ __ _

Good, Marlon didn’t take the boat, he thought as he found the dinghy by the mountain dock, tied and ready. The trek to the Highlands always managed to be twice as long when you were in a hurry, and Max prayed the clouds gathering overhead would hold off on their rain until he made it to the outpost.

A distant crackle of thunder caught Lance’s attention, and he paused his note-taking where he was crouched beside a sleeping mushroom sprite.

“That’s enough for today, I guess,” he said, accidentally startling the creature awake and having to cast a recall spell to avoid its tiny rage.

On the river, Max struggled with the frantic sail of Marlon’s little boat, holding his own against the wind despite the way the waves slapped against its fragile sides.

“I can hear the conversation now—Sorry Marlon, I took your boat out into the storm without your permission but it was all for love! No no, it’s in pieces but I’ll buy you a new one, I promise.” Max yelled to no one as the little boat bobbed and thrashed around the last bend before the dock.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Inside the outpost, Lance closed the line on his emergency phone when no one answered.

“He must be on his way home… oh, I hope he’s all right,” he said, going to pilfer his satchel for supper.

“Oh no,” he groaned, realizing his packed dinner was still in the fridge at home, probably next to the forsaken sticky pudding.

“Crumbs,” he said with a huff. Rain on the stone roof meant it was too late to try to fish, too far to try to go home.

A loud thud came from the direction of the dock, heard clearly even through the heavy wooden door, and the hair on his arms stood up.

Debris from the storm? No, it sounded like a person. Marlon? But why? It could also be a monster.

“The warding should keep them away…” Unless the storm fractured my spell circle.

The lumbering came again, closer now, until both Lance and the mysterious noise stood on opposite sides of the door.

His fingertips sparked with a welling of magic. “Aureus lux—“

The door flew open to crash against the opposite wall. “DAMN it all—”

“Max!” Magic leapt from his hand to scorch across the stone wall, but at least the attack hadn’t landed on his soaked husband, frozen in the doorway.

“Did you just try to zap me?!”

“Of course I did! How am I meant to know you’re the one stomping around like a Golem in the middle of a storm? What are you doing here?” He helped the farmer inside, setting him down at his workbench to begin taking off his boots. His fingers shook on the dripping laces, but not with magic.

“You’re soaked—what were you thinking?! What if the boat crashed, how would I ever even know what happened to you? Drowned, or, or—” Max hushed him with the hand that wasn’t holding his bag.

He pulled him close, uncaring he was likely dampening Lance’s shirt, he needed to feel him before he floated away. “You forgot your dinner.”

Lance blinked at him, watching the farmer open his bag to take out two portions of curry and a bottle of wine. Blue Moon, his favorite. “No hard feelings that it’s not from Haddenfield,” Max said, like every time he gifts it to him with the same cheeky grin.

“Have dinner with me? Maybe?” He tries again when Lance is quiet.

“That was an incredibly foolish thing you did,” Lance finally says, flat, but his eyes are soft when he pulls him into a long kiss. They can hardly tell which one of them deepens the kiss first, lips sliding and tasting of petrichor by the time they part to breathe.

“… So you’re not mad?” Max says, dazed and a little warmer where his jacket collar bows away from his skin.

“Of course I’m angry. But I’m also helplessly in love with you, farmer.” He shakes his head and reaches for the bottle.

“I’ll open the wine if you’d like to change your clothes.”

“You have extra clothes here?”

“No,” he says, flat again, and punctuated by both the pop of the cork and his affectionate smirk.

Well, at least the bed is dry, he thinks as he sits in his underwear. Lance never stayed mad for long, and by the time they finish supper he’s coaxing the farmer under the duvet and into his arms. For body heat, he insists, not because the outpost bed, while bigger than the one at the guild hall, is still a squeeze for two grown men.

“It reminds me of that first night at the First Slash,” Max said, accepting the wine bottle when Lance passed it to him.

“Oh Yoba, hasn’t my heart been through enough tonight?” Lance rubbed his tired eyes, albeit smiling behind his hand.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you were very charming,” Max grinned and passed the last sip back to him.

“How long had we been dating? Not long at all, and I threw myself at you.”

Max grabbed his hand to invite his gaze. “I caught you, didn’t I?”

Lance waited a beat, eyes softening as he squeezed their hands. “Yes, you did. Handsome farmer, I couldn’t help but need to know how you felt.”

“I promise, the fact that you were pressed up against me with your abs out had no influence on my answer.” Lance’s chuckle made his stomach flip, a familiar feeling he wanted to happen over and over for him alone.

He drifted easily into a useless dream about keeping Petunia away from the grapes, deeper than he’s slept in weeks, and wondered if pomegranates would be important in his next life too.