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Jealous! Ted x Reader Oneshot

@thisismysecondrodeo wrote a wonderful jealous Jason one shot, and it inspired me to take this into Ted Lasso Land.

Summary: Ted has feelings for the new AFC Richmond marketing manager—but can’t seem to tell her. When one Bantr match gets her a little too excited, Ted finally takes matters into his own hands.

Idk, I just love the jealousy trope…what can i say?

Also I haven’t thoroughly edited, I just noticed the Ted x reader tag hasn’t been getting much love lately and wanted to add more :)

You kind of a had a feeling Ted was into you…he definitely had his way of showing it. The extra biscuits he’d drop on your desk after Biscuits with the Boss, the smiles, the personalized jokes he always greeted you with. Yet, he would never stay by your desk to talk for more than 10 minutes, always nervously jamming his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground, and departing with a quick nod and “See ‘ya later,” directed at the floor.

It was adorable.

You would be lying if you didn’t want to pursue him. Sure, he was basically twenty years older than you, and yes, he did come with some baggage. But Ted Lasso was handsome, smart, and put everyone before himself. He was such a great man, he just needed…a push.

Downloading Bantr had been Keeley’s idea. Well, a combination of Keeley and Rebecca. The three of you were closer than just coworkers, and they were initially the ones who planted the seed in your head that Ted had a crush on you.

“Don’t you think Ted’s into you?” Rebecca had asked with a smirk one day, the three of you seated in her office on her (ridiculously comfy) sofa.

“Hmm?” It caught you off guard. Yes, you had picked up on his uncharacteristic nervousness around you, but hadn’t paid it much attention. You were new, after all. He just didn’t really know you yet.

“Oh god, FINALLY we’re talking about this.” Keeley sat up, placing her tea on the table so she could dive head first into her analysis.

After a thorough and insanely detailed analysis provided by Keeley (with sprinkled in examples from Rebecca), they looked at you expectedly.

“What?” You asked, a stupid grin appearing on your flushed face.

“Are you going to go for it?” Rebecca asked bluntly, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I mean…yes I would be down to get to know him. He just gets so nervous, I’m afraid he’ll never ask me out,” You say with a shrug.

Keeley furrows her brows and taps her perfectly manicured fingers against the arm of the sofa. “What if we gave Ted some competition? Men love a good competition.”

“Competition? Keeley, there’s not exactly men lining up at my door.”

“Ok FIRST off, that is not true. Roy said he’s heard more than a couple inappropriate comments about you in the locker room. He’s getting tired of reminding the boys not to objectify women.”

You’re stunned. The players commented on you?

“And there was one time Ted overheard someone mention how they’d like to take you home. Apparently he lost it. Gave a lecture on women’s rights and the male gaze.”

“What?!” You sit up, alarmed.

“Well now that we know what makes him bite,” Rebecca smirks, “Let’s make him jealous. So jealous that he’ll just have to make a move.”

You shake your head, “You two are ridiculous.”

“Got it!” Keeley now slams her palm down on the sofa, making both you and Rebecca jump, “We’ll sign you up for Bantr, get you some matches, set up some dates that maybe you’ll actually go on. We’ll talk about it in front of Ted. Rebecca you can sprinkle in something during Biscuits with the Boss?” She checks looking at her.

“Absolutely.” Rebecca is downright gleeful. “And Keeley and I will get you ready for the date. Make you look even more beautiful than you normally do. We’ll really fire him up.”

“Well…” You shrug, a smile tugging at your lips, “It’s so crazy that it just may work.”

Phase 1: Intro to Bantr

“Hey there,” Ted greets you with a smile, shaking a pink biscuit box your way, “Special delivery for the best marketer in town.”

You laugh, “Thank you, Ted!”

Almost on queue your phone lights up with a new match. You were actually quite the commodity on the app — men were messaging you left and right.

You feign embarrassment as he looks down at your phone.

“Oh, uh, you tryin’ that out?” He asks, hands once again returning to his pockets.

“Yeah,” You shrug, “I’m ready to start dating again, and things seem to be slow in the real world, so I figured I’d try the digital world.” You look down, opening your phone, and laughing at a message you received. “I’m fully prepared for these men to realize who they matched with when they see me in person for the first time and leave me high and dry.”

Ted’s brow furrows and he looks at you earnestly, “They’d have to be blind as a bat to do that, come on now.” Realizing what he said, his ears turn red and you smile softly.

“Thanks, Ted. Hoping someone on here compliments me as well as you do.”

He nods, looking at the ground. He leaves a moment later, a “See ‘ya” muttered at the ground, and you text Rebecca and Keeley.

You: Phase 1: Complete.

Keeley: HELL YEAH.

Rebecca: Debrief in my office in 20.

Phase 2: The Match

Your phone pings multiple times on your desk later that week, and you quickly swipe open your group chat.

Rebecca: I mentioned you matched with someone during Biscuits with the Boss.

Keeley: AND?

Rebecca: He was so frazzled. Didn’t know what to say. Played it off that he hopes this person is “as cool as she is.”

You: Things seem to be progressing as planned.

Rebecca: He left a minute ago, you’ll probably see him swing by soon. xx

You look up to see Ted coming down the hallway, a forced smile on his face as he makes it into your office and approaches your desk.

“Morning, Ted!” You greet, pretending not to notice the change in his normal behavior.

“Mornin’,” He says softly, handing over the famous pink box of biscuits. “How was your weekend?”

“It was good,” You nod, fully ready to enact Phase 2, “Got some matches on this dumb app. One I’m actually kind of excited about so, that was unexpected.” You shrug, opening the box of biscuits. “How was your weekend?”

He nods, “Oh hey! Well, can’t say I’m shocked about that. My weekend was good, Beard and I finally went to the Winston Churchill museum. Lordy was there a lot to see.”

You smile at him, taking a bite of the biscuit, “You know Ted,” You say after you chew, “This may be your best batch yet.”

“Oh come on now,” he shrugs off the compliment, “Happy you like ‘em.”

“I do! Too much. I’ve got a date tomorrow so I need to lay off of them,” You say, peering up at him to gauge his reaction.

His smile wavers a little bit, “Well, you don’t need to lay off anything. You can eat all the biscuits you want — ain’t no harm in that. Say, what does this fella do?”

“He’s a coach, actually,” You say, the irony of the situation is actually too much and you hide a smirk.

His eyebrows shoot up, “Oh wow, is that so? What’s he coachin’?”

“I didn’t ask…figured I’d leave that as a topic of conversation. You know, for tomorrow. I hate going on dates and not having enough to talk about.” You say.

He rubs his jaw, “Yeah, yeah I get that. Well, I’m gonna head down to see how the pitch is looking. I’ll uh, see you later.”

“Bye, Ted!” You say with a smile.

Phase 3: The “Date”

Ted looked around in disappointment when you weren’t at your desk. You were always at your desk between 930-10am, after he’d have Biscuits with the Boss. Today, you were nowhere to be found. He dropped the pink box off, borrowing a sticky note from your pile.

Must’ve missed ya. Enjoy the biscuits — you can never have too many.

Ted

Just as Ted was rounding the corner to the stairwell he sees you and Keeley ascending from the floor below.

“You sure it’s not too much?” He hears you ask, hesitation in your voice.

“Trust me, he’s going to lose it.” He hears Keeley reply. The thought of another man “losing it” over you makes his heart pound and fists clench. Why was he such a coward when it came to asking you out?

“Oh! Hey Ted,” Keeley greets as you reach the stairwell landing. Ted’s eyes drift to you and you watch as they subconsciously widen.

Keeley had booked you an early morning blowout, touched up your makeup, and found you a short but classy dress to wear to work that would serve as your “date” dress. Admittedly, you hadn’t agreed to meet your Bantr date yet…but Ted didn’t need to know that.

“Morning, Ted,” You say smiling.

“Uh, mornin! Look at you, all dressed up.” He says gesturing to you.

“She’s got a hot date tonight,” Keeley smirks, nudging you for the full effect.

“Ah yes, the coach from Bantr?” Ted asks, feigning excitement.

“The fit coach from Bantr, yes!” Keeley says.

Ted looks confused, “I thought Bantr didn’t use pictures?”

“Oh,” Keeley fabricates, “I can just tell by the way he talks to her.”

Ted’s fists clench and he unsurprisingly shoves them into his pockets. “Well now! That sounds like something for girl talk. I’m gonna head down to see the boys, good luck on the date.” He smiles halfheartedly at you.

You nod with a smile, “Thanks, Ted.”

“He was SO jealous,” Keeley whispers as you approach Rebecca’s office.

“I guess,” You say, “But he still hasn’t done anything.”

“Leave that up to me.” Keeley says, spinning around and following after him.

Phase 4: The Push

Ted sits down at his desk with a huff.

“Alright, Coach?” Beard asks, putting his book down.

“Yeah. No. I don’t know.” Ted mutters, putting his head in his hands.

“Does this have to do with a certain marketing manager on the third floor?” Beard guesses.

“She’s got a date tonight,” Ted says, frowning.

“And you’re jealous?” Beard guesses.

“I’m not jealous. I just…she shows up to work today looking even more beautiful than she normally does. She’s putting all this effort in. And why shouldn’t she? She’s young and smart and beautiful and—”

“And you’re jealous.” Beard affirms this time.

“Well, yeah. She’s going to go meet some guy, younger than I am, without all the baggage. What would she even want to do with me?”

A knock on the office door cuts his rambling short, and he looks up to see Keeley waving through the glass.

He waves her in, putting a fake smile on. “Hey there Keeley! Get to see ya twice in one morning. What’s the occasion?”

She smiles, “Hi Ted. Hi Beard,” Beard nods, picking up his book again, “Sooo…are you ready to admit how much you have a crush on her?”

Beard coughs, dropping his book, and Ted’s eyes widen. “Keeley, what are you goin’ on about?”

“Ted,” she moves to perch on his desk, facing him, “We all know you’re into her. Come on. Are you seriously going to let her go on this date?”

“Well hey, she is a strong independent woman who can make her own choices. She doesn’t need my permission for anything. In fact I—”

“Ted!” Keeley cuts him off mid speech, “You know exactly what I mean. Are you going to let her get away?”

“Keeley,” he says, finally caving to her accusation, “What would she want with me? I’m old, I’ve got a kid, she’s too good for me.”

“Ted she’s really into you.” Keeley looks at him dead in the eye.

“Oh come on now,” He’s stunned.

“Yes, you knob head. Why do you think she’s on Bantr? She wants to get someone to take her out, with the hopes it’ll motivate you.”

Ted is floored. His jaw hangs open and he needs a few moments to collect himself.

“Now here’s the deal.” Keeley says, “She’s in her office now. She’s leaving in 15 for a lunch date. You have between now and then to stop her.” Keeley pats him on the shoulder and saunters out.

Looking at Beard, Ted raises an eyebrow. “Better get moving, Coach,” Beard says, motioning to the door.

Ted nods, standing abruptly and speed walking out the door.

Back in your office, you sigh, scheduling email sends and mapping out new campaigns for the upcoming games.

Suddenly, your office door is thrown open, causing you to jump.

“Ted, what can I—”

“Don’t go on the date.” He says, then looks immediately embarrassed.

“What?” You ask shaking your head. Had Keeley actually come through on this?

He closes your office door and moves to stand in front of your desk.

“Please don’t go on this date. I know you don’t owe me anything, and I know I’m a coward who can’t work up the courage. But the thought of you smilin’ at someone else, laughing at their jokes, it just,” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, “It makes me crazy.”

You’re sitting there, looking at him, too shocked to say anything.

“Listen, I just, I wanna tell you that I really wanna take you out. Get to know ya more than just,” he motions between himself and your desk, “Dropping off biscuits and makin’ small talk.”

You nod, still looking at him in shock.

“And I know I’m older than you are, and I know I have my fair share of baggage but, I don’t even know where I’m going with this,” He pacing now.

“Hey Ted,” you try to interrupt.

“Beard told me I was jealous. And I guess…yeah I guess I was jealous of whoever this guy is.”

“Ted,” You stand now, walking toward him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

He stops pacing, and looks up at you.

“Shut up.” You whisper. He nods, looking into your eyes. “I’ve been waiting this entire time for you to say that.”

Ted’s eyebrows raise.

“And what I want right now,” You continue, running your hand from his shoulder to his chest, “Is for you to just shut up and kiss me.”

“Well hell, I can do that,” he smiles, leaning in and bringing his lips to yours.

What started as a soft kiss, grows more and more urgent as months of unresolved tension rises to the surface. You grab onto his Richmond sweater and pull him impossibly closer. His tongue slips into your mouth and you nearly die as you hear the hottest moan slip from his mouth.

Placing you on your desk he moves to stand between your parted legs, your dress riding up and his hands coming to grab at your thighs.

“Hey,” he pulls away, kissing your forehead.

You catch your breath staring up at him. You’re so happy, relieved, and seriously turned on.

“As much as I’d like to keep this goin’,” he motions between the two of you, “What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t take you to lunch first?”

You laugh, kissing him softly. “Fair point, let’s get some lunch.”

He smiles back, helping you up to stand.

Heading out of your office he pauses, “Say, shouldn’t you tell your date you won’t be making it?”

You smirk reaching for his hand, “What date?”

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forcecaptainnoceda · 1 month

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stephanie beatriz or rosa diaz with 20-something year old new coworker? all the other details are up in the air :)

Thank you anon for requesting this! Apologies for the long wait!! It was honestly super fun getting to know a new character, and I thank you for introducing me to her. Of course I instantly fell in love with her in the first episode.. Enjoy!! xoxo

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The Name Game — Rosa Diaz x Fem!Reader

Summary: Rosa finally reveals why she has treated you the way she has in an intimate moment you never saw coming.

Warnings: praise, very slight degradation (you blink and you'll miss it), jealousy, semi-public sex, cute pet names

Word Count: 2k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover

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"Who the hell is this?"

Those were the first words you heard as the Captain introduced you to your new coworkers, who all looked at you with smiling faces. Well, except for the woman who just asked who the hell you were.

"This is Detective Y/n. New member of our team," Your boss stated, looking over at the same dark-haired woman from before who had her arms crossed over her chest. "Y/n here will be taking over the empty desk next to yours, Diaz. Be nice."

"I'm always nice," she commented with a straight face.

The Captain sighed before turning his focus back to you. "Make yourself comfortable. Ask Rosa here if you have any questions." You nodded in response as the older man walked away, leaving you alone with the woman.

"Nice to meet you!" You smiled, with a hand held out for the woman to shake, but to your dismay, she ignored it and went to her desk. You followed behind her, and dropped your purse on your new desk, but as soon as you went to open your mouth again, you were cut off.

"A few ground rules," she said. "No obnoxious noises, no smelly foods—"

"Why would I even—"

"No interrupting me," she continued. "And most importantly, no shaving at your desk."

"Why would I shave—"

"Follow these rules. No if's and's, or but's."

And that's how it was with her. It took you weeks before you decided to ignore her altogether. Her sharp words always cut your heart into a million pieces.

You didn't know why she was that way around you. Sure, she was blunt with everyone else but with you it was different. Almost cruel.

But since you grew closer to Amy, who gave you the courage to not let Rosa's words get to you, and just do what you do best. Which was your job. You only talked to Rosa if you were paired together, and 'talk' was more of an understatement. Few words were ever spoken, and the ravenette was quick to catch on to how quiet you quickly became around her.

At first, she thought nothing of it, but as time went on and your friendship with Amy blossomed, it was obvious just how outgoing you were with her and the rest of the team compared to Rosa herself.

Of course everyone else noticed the tension between you two, and for detectives, it wasn't that hard for them to figure out why. The way you would dare sneak a glance in Rosa's direction when she wasn't looking, and the way Rosa would do the exact same thing with you, except in her case, her eyes would linger.

It wasn't until the Captain had the two of you stay late one night to fill out an over abundance of paperwork, that the two of you actually spent time together, alone.

"I need your signature to wrap up this burglary file, Diaz." You say as you attempt to hand the woman your file.

"Fine," she responds before snatching the file from your grip.

You let out a small sigh as you wait, not allowing her short response to get to you. Including the fact that she didn't even look at you.

"There. Done." She slid the folder back to you before she leaned back comfortably in her chair.

"What did I ever do to you?" you ask.

That question. The one question that has played over and over again in your head since that first day you walked into the precinct and met Rosa who has not once smiled in your direction or said one nice thing to you.

"What are you talking about?" She asked back, fiddling with a pen on her desk.

"What did I ever do to you for you to hate me so much, Diaz?" you repeat yourself.

The ravenette stayed silent, only keeping her focus on the pen spinning in her hand, in which you decided to take from her and slam on her desk. Her nose flared at your action, emotions that she had been holding inside for so long were now bubbling in her chest when you positioned yourself in front of her.

You had decided to stand between her sitting figure and her desk, not realizing you had trapped yourself all because you wanted to tear her attention away from her desk to answer your question.

Rosa scoffed, before rising from her seat and towering over you. She was close. Unimaginably close. The musky scent of her perfume completely takes over your sense of smell.

"Rosa." She peered down at you.

"What?" Your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"The name's Rosa, for one. And two..." she let out a heavy sigh. "I don't hate you."

"Bullshit."

Your words caught Rosa by surprise. You were usually well-mannered, and the ravenette had not once heard you swear in the time you had been there, causing her to lift a surprised brow.

She liked it. She was seeing a whole new side of you and now, she wanted to see more.

"I admire you." She finally admitted, not only to you, but to herself, before placing both hands on the desk beside you, completely trapping you, and keeping you from fleeing.

"This isn't funny, Diaz..."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" She tilted her head, her dark eyes looking you up and down with a mysterious gleam.

"I don't know—" You went to look away, but a hand flew to your chin, forcing your gaze to fixate on her, and her only as she towered over you.

"Well I'm not joking." She said, "I admire you. I've admired you since you cracked your first case here. It was the fastest I think I've ever seen someone finish a case."

You could swear you saw a smile tug at the corner of her lips, but it was probably just your brain messing with you. Rosa smiling? It was unheard of around you. You had never seen her smile before. Not once. Was she... proud? There was no way.

"It was remarkable. You are remarkable... and I've been jealous. Jealous of how good you are at your job. Jealous of how quickly everyone here fell in love with you." Your lips fell open at her confession. Rosa being jealous? Of you?

Her hand slid from the wood to your hip that was leaning against the desk, to hold you still. She didn't want you fleeing, not before she got to say what she had to say to you.

"How quickly Amy fell in love with you..."

"Amy? What does Amy have to do—"

At the mention of Amy, her hand fell from your chin to your neck, that neck that fit perfectly into her hand as she gave it a gentle squeeze, forcing an audible moan to escape from you.

"She loves you, y/n. Do you love her?" Her eyes flicked from yours, to your parted lips, and back up to your eyes, as if challenging you.

"Don't tell me you're jealous." You toyed, all the pieces finally coming together.

"And if I am?" She asked, sliding her knee confidently between your legs that earned a sharp gasp from you.

"Then I say you have some serious making up to do...Rosa."

Her name. You had finally said her name, and it fueled her. Her name sounded beautifully coming from you. "Say it again," She licked her bottom lip.

"And if I don't?" You dared to challenge her back, to which Rosa immediately caught onto, and refused to let you dominate the situation. And she knew the perfect solution.

"Then I'll make you say it."

"How?" Your curiosity got the best of you.

You let out a shaky breath when her knee suddenly pressed against your clothed center that had your hips unintentionally buck from the contact.

"Let me show you," her words were more of an ask than a demand, and with the subtle nod of your head to allow her to keep going, Rosa planned to do exactly what she said she would.

Show you. Show you how she planned to get you to say her name again.

Rosa's lips hovered over your own, her pupils dilating as the hand around your neck slid down to the collar of your shirt before slowly picking away at the buttons. She skillfully popped each one open, revealing your smooth skin underneath with a lace bra covering your chest.

Your heart-rate wasn't the only thing that picked up. Rosa could feel your breathing grow faster, both from anxiety and excitement as she successfully removed the last button and untucked the blouse from your jeans.

"Hm, it's just too easy. Already this worked up over some light touching?" she smirked, before quickly slipping out of her leather jacket to reveal her toned arms.

"You think I'm easy, Diaz?" you toyed, a bit of confidence suddenly washing over you.

"Just look at you. You're weak. I bet I can have you screaming my name in just two minutes." She chuckled lowly before slipping a hand into the waistband of your jeans and into your underwear to play with your pussy.

"Mm, fuck you—" you failed at hiding the plethora of moans that forced themselves out of you when she circled your clit.

"Oh, princesa... that's what I'm about to do to you."

The lips that hovered over yours got impossibly closer, her hot breath fanned you, and you wanted nothing more than for her to close the thin space. But to your dismay, she only chuckles again, and brings her lips to the bottom of your chin, then your throat, then to the side of your neck where she bit and sucked on the soft spot below your ear.

"I don't like emotions," she admitted after leaving a light mark on your neck. She came face to face with you again, "I don't know how to deal with them so I acted out. Forgive me?"

You searched her eyes for any kind of untruthfulness, but didn't find any. And when you gave her a small 'yes', butterflies erupted in your stomach when her lips finally met with yours in a needy kiss.

Moans spewed from your lips and into her mouth as her fingers simultaneously put pressure against your clit and rubbed generous circles. Folders fell from her desk and onto the floor as you repositioned your hands on her desk, to keep you from falling over and breaking her computer.

"What's my name?" She whispered against your lips.

"Detective Diaz," you whined when she pinched your bundle of nerves at the wrong name.

It was hard at first not to say her first name, but you couldn't let her win that easily. You couldn't. One thing she was going to learn about you was how bratty and stubborn you were. You would never go down without a fight.

She tutted and bit your lower lip, while also allowing your hand to grip at the collar of her shirt. Your tongues tangled together, and moans grew a pitch higher as you neared your orgasm.

"No- so close! Don't stop!" You whined when her fingers suddenly left your clit. "Why'd you stop?!"

"You haven't said it, princesa. Why would I reward you?" She smirked devilishly.

"Fuck— fuck you..." She went to remove her hand fully at your words but you grabbed her wrist tightly before she could move away. "Wait! Fine. Rosa...please. Please finish what you started and I'll say your name as many times as you want me to. Just please don't stop, Rosa," you begged.

"Good girl," she cooed, and you visibly blushed at the pet name. "Ooh, you like being called that, don't you?" The second she dove back in your panties, a jolt of electricity ran up your spine, as you could feel your orgasm coming back around.

"Yes, I— I love it." You let your head lull back.

"Then be a good girl and come for me. Right here. Right now."

"Rosa..." you mewled, just before words caught in your throat as you came with shaky legs. The ravenette circled your clit skillfully, allowing you to ride your pleasurable high for as long as you could.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it, princesa?" she teased as she slowed her ministrations before stopping completely.

"It wasn't, I just wanted to play with you."

"Oh you little—" you cut her off with a heated kiss, finally wrapping your arms around her leather-covered body. You enjoyed the closeness with her, it was the thing you were chasing after since the beginning.

And you couldn't wait to slowly tear down her emotionally built-up walls to see the vulnerable human being waiting for you beneath the surface.

But first, you had to take Rosa out on a date.

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When You Know, You Know - Leonora Lesso x Fem!Reader

"The sky's beautiful." you said.

Leonora Lesso replied with, "I know." staring right at you, drinking in just how the night sky's beauty compared to nothing from you.

warning: i wrote this at 2 am so PLEASE ignore the grammatical errors because on top of that, english is not my first language and i honestly write what sounds best in my head lmfaooooo. this is also based on movie sfgae too.

tags: second chances, light angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

A Reader. Nevers would pick on you and some Evers would be ashamed to be in the same space as you. But nevertheless, you never gave up. You had made it through most of the years... barely. But the thing is, you were graduating and about to embark on a journey worthy of heroes. Well, that until you met a new teacher from the School for Evil during the opening day. Lady Lesso. You eventually found out she'd taught Curses and Deathtraps to Nevers. The thought of falling into one made you shiver, and you made sure since then to never be in the same space as her students. She was a meticulous woman, you observed. From afar, she was almost not intimidating. Her movements were firm and confident. Every flick of her hand, every step and stride, every look— it screamed of fearless. She was, in a way you wouldn't dare admit then, beautiful. Your mind reasoned she was evil, and therefore undeserving of that description. But who could look at Lady Lesso and think of her as anything than? She had the features of a goddess, a beauty that begged to be loved, and a soul that invited affection. You reveled in it, in her, that you hadn't realized you had been staring too much. One day, she pinned you against the wall and demanded to stop your madness.

That had changed it all.

You snapped yourself out of it, your hands holding the invitation the school had sent. Or by the looks of it, schools. You heard what had happened recently, and you thanked the heavens you had graduated already. Rafal? Blood magic? Oh yes, definitely grateful you weren't there to deal with that.

Tonight was the night you'd come back, and you looked momentarily at the gown you had picked. The ballgown was violet, which was the first thing that captured your eyes along with its threaded silk flowers down the bodice. It fit perfectly on your waist and had off-the-shoulder straps. It left your collarbone and cleavage bare. You would wear a necklace and black heels to compliment it. And as you look at your gown, you think of how you're supposed to be excited and stuff. A part of you is... kind of... but you were mostly nervous.

You don't wanna know why. You need not to. And there was no way in hell you'd acknowledge it.

"I apologize," her heels were the first to have entered your view as you hunched over your desk, studying. The sound of rustling and her coat falling on your bed made your heart thump over and over relentlessly against your chest. You try to remember the events of today, making sure you aren't going to let Leonora Lesso off the hook so easily. "It's an exercise getting rid of habits."

You scoff at this. "Habits, you say, when what you did was evil."

"I wonder why," she says ever so smugly, but there is a trace of hesitation in her voice. A fragility that suggests caution and care. You don't dwell on it. Not wanting to.

Flipping to the next page deemed unnecessary as words float above your head. All your senses concentrated on the woman who seemed to sit comfortably atop your dorm bed. You resist the temptation to look in her direction. A second of gazing into her limitless amethyst eyes and you'd lose this fight. Useless it may seem, but it was a big step for you. An instance to remind yourself of your own worth.

The flipping of pages must've rang annoyingly in Lesso's ears because she clears her throat. A testimony to the arising irritation she's been keeping off. "I apologize," she says more firmly than the one she came in with. You remained silent. "Truly, this time. I have no excuses for letting my students perform the prank." She had graded them, too. Shouting a significant 'you passed!' across the room with a hint of amusement not of you, but of her students' stunt. You repeated the scenario over and over in your head, hoping it'd motivate you to keep up the upper hand.

You hear Lesso move. The click, click of her heels matched the fast beating of your stupid heart pounding eagerly.

"Do you want me to beg? Get on my knees for your apology? Because you and I are fully aware of my incapability to surrender to Good."

You snapped. "Lesso." a triumphant smirk formed on her lips. It disappeared a moment after as she circles your desk, now presenting herself in front of you. Her scent fills the space you felt protected in, and for an instant, you could feel your walls of bricks shattering.

"Perhaps I should, then. With that look you're giving me." Leonora tilts her head, hoping for more words to spill out of those pretty lips of yours. She'd kissed them millions of times, but if it took giving up her whole identity to kiss them again, she'd strip herself nameless. "[Y/N], my love. What will it take for you to forgive me?"

You shivered as she spoke. She knew just how to get you, both with her words and her eyes. That expression of hers. The vulnerability of it all. Leonora Lesso promised a wonder that she swore only you could ever reside. So it wasn't a surprise when you got up and pulled her in for a kiss, quick and soft. A promise itself, too. A forgiveness of something shallow to some.

"You are an asshole."

"We have established that to be a compliment."

The School for Good was as grand as ever. As beautiful, too. You looked over the lake and recalled the lessons you had dozed off in that place. The wind and the soft sound of water made it too relaxing for you to behave like anything but an Ever. You continued up the stairs along with other heroes and their partners. The engagement ring you had shone bright like a mark of property you wanted to resist. You wonder if you should've brought your partner like the rest. But then again, you weren't for semantics when it came to the person you wanted to marry for functionality and formality.

The door was wide open for guests, and as you walked further into, you realized there wasn't anything much that changed. The same halls, walls, and designs. The longing in your chest made you want to go back home, away from this place and reminders of who you used to be--- who you used to be with.

You wonder if she's here. If anything had changed about her, or if she stayed the same, too. Evil and cunning. Yours. The bitter taste of how things ended clouded your mind. The cheery guests and welcomes of students in the Theatre of Tales thankfully distracted you from that.

Surprisingly, the floor was full of both Evers and Nevers mingling. There were those who looked disdained as if the Evilness and Goodness of their souls forbade them from interacting with the opposite side. But then there were those who giggled and laughed with each other, almost intimately. The scene before you caused an overwhelming grief. You pushed it forcibly down and started off as you spotted Professor Dovey.

She gives you a look-over like she wants to remember you, and not a second passes before melts in her knees. "Oh, you child!" she ran to you and wrapped an arm, the other too busy keeping the drink she was holding from spilling. "You have grown!"

"Thankfully," you cheered, beaming at the sight of her. "You look nice. Professor Anemone stopped giving you a hard time?"

"Quite the opposite. Everyone, really. The stress of the events and changes-- oh, it's like Christmas and Halloween collided here and urged a holiday of itself." Professor Dovey groans. "But all's well that ends well."

"Yikes." you flash a sheepish smile and glance over the ball, spotting someone with yellow hair reminding a student to smile brighter. You chuckle, looking back at the Professor before you.

"Mhm. Oh. And--"

"Please, Professor." you cut off. The sudden change in her tone, the small whisper and the softness of it obviously led to the territory you've been avoiding all morning.

Dovey sighed, "All right," her shoulder slumped and her eyes darted around across and behind the place before she was sure to speak again. "I don't wanna spoil your surprise."

"Surprise?"

"She's changed, [Y/N]."

"Surprising."

She chuckles softly, almost with pity. Dovey places a gentle hand on your arm and squeezes it. "How about we go get drinks before you meet the rest of the night?"

The end was nearer than you expected. It was coming fast and keen. Surely. You've been keeping your mind off it, finding solace in the moments of now, and not of the future. You question from time to time your insanity and the way to keep it intact should anything unforeseeable happen. Losing her, to be precise. But she's been quiet about it, and the often change of topic when the mention of your graduation is said clues you just how much she's been keeping her mind off it, too. So here you were in the night, sitting on an alcove, and gazing at the stars from your window. The night sky promised such peacefulness. The darkness and the silence radiated comfort you'd almost forgotten the stakes. The meanings. The possibilities. You hug your knees to your chest, feeling defensive of what was yours. What is yours. What should be yours tomorrow and the days after.

The door creaked open.

"You should be sleeping," her voice echoed from the door, and you felt your heart breaking at the unpredictability it held.

You gulp down the ache, hoping your voice didn't come out shaky, "Punish me for it, then." your humor earns a soft chuckle from the woman you loved, and she walks closer to where you were sitting. She opted for the bed instead of beside you.

"Is everything well?" the question shouldn't be hard to answer. The days when you cried about exams and the fear of failing, and she caught you, were far better than the moment right now. You'd rather endure repeating the year if you were given the choice to. It all seemed so simple then.

"The sky's beautiful," you said instead, your eyes never leaving the view before you.

Leonora Lesso replied with, "I know." staring right at you, drinking in just how the night sky's beauty compared to nothing from you. You were... so much more. Your beauty yielded of tremendous unknown that no words could ever amount to describe you. You had her soul, heart, and body. And she didn't mind. Not a single of it.

"What you said earlier," Lesso's mind blanked and her heart froze at the reminder. "I can't say it. I won't ever."

You hear her take a deep breath, it shakes. You finally look at her. And the thoughts of running away with Leonora Lesso didn't seem mad anymore.

"Time will come." was all she said, but her expression betrayed the strength of her voice.

"I won't let it come. If that's what it takes." your voice had gone small, and your feet dragged you beside Lesso. You take her hand with yours and entangle your fingers. You can't let go. Would rather die than be able to. "I can survive Trial by Tales--"

"No. No. We agreed on this. We won't ever." she grips your hand tighter. Desperate. "Evil and Good don't belong together."

And there it is. The string keeping your heart from breaking snaps, and you had fallen into pieces before her. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shifted closer. You leaned in, hoping to find some insincerity in her eyes. A facade. Because this had to be a joke, a cruel joke. And you'd rather she admit it was and forgive her for being evil than for it being true.

"Leonora, that is not true. You and I both know we belong together. This cannot just stay like this. I don't want us to be just a memory." You begged, holding her hands as if she'd slip through any time.

She would.

"It won't just be a memory for me if it's any consolation, my love."

"I can't deny you."

As the moon passed by the clouds, the moonlight shone right over Lesso's face. Her cheeks glistened with the tears that had fallen. You reached to wipe them, but she had stopped and held your hand before she could. A denial.

"Then it's best if I do."

Professor Anemone had flashed the warmest and the perfect smile as she approached you. The pressure builds up in your breath as you try to imitate. You reminded yourself how foolish it was to think you could still fail at her class, but you were nervous as you smiled, anyway. The Professor hadn't commented on it and instead initiated a quick hug.

"Well, if it isn't our lovely [Y/N]. I'd never admit that before," she raises a playful eyebrow and clinks it with yours and Dovey's. "but you certainly have grown. Engaged, I heard." you start thinking if she had heard of it, too.

Professor Dovey snapped her head in your direction at this, obviously taken aback. You wouldn't blame her. It wasn't something you'd do a year ago. "Engaged?"

You hold out your right hand, and despite having done this a couple of times, the action cringes you as they stare at the beautiful ring. "I meant to tell."

"It's beautiful..." Professor Anemone blinks, "But."

"She'd rather not talk about it." Professor Dovey interrupts, and you smile reassuringly at both of them. "I am glad you're engaged and set to a wonderful, fairytale life, dear."

Your smile tightened. A wonderful, fairytale life you had envisioned before had been different, and beautifully so. The thought of it makes you want to choke. It had been a long time since that dream came across your mind, but the effect lingered the same. The longing and the pain tore through your heart, still. You wanted to excuse yourself then and there when a certain woman walked over the small circle of you and the two Professors.

"You came,"

All the air in your lungs escaped. And so did Anemone and Dovey.

Leonora Lesso stood tall, her heels bothering her feet like always, and dressed in an all-black outfit appropriate for Never Professors, looking as Evil and as beautiful as ever. A wonder. And still, still, she took your breath away.

"You came, too." was all your stupid mouth could say, your eyes fixed on her amethyst ones. Limitless, you'd describe it then. And you were right even after all these years.

"It's kind of mandatory." she humored, and you smiled, and she forgot to breathe as well. It's insane, she thinks, of how you were still able to do this to her. To have this kind of hold after everything.

When Leonora thought she was on the brink of death, her life flashed before her eyes, and she saw you. Your eyes. Your smile. She felt you. Your soft hands. Your touch. You.

Silence fell, awkward silence. And you had shifted your gaze from her eyes to the ground, afraid of letting too much of your emotions fall out. You wonder if she was at all feeling the same.

"Professor Dovey said you changed. A surprise, she claims." you start, hoping it'd suffice for a conversation.

"Dovey says a lot of things."

"I know."

"I should say the same for you." she watched your ring, and you followed suit. You felt almost defensive of your actions when you realized. "I say congratulations are in order."

You gulp the lump in your throat, "You don't have to."

"Congratulations, [Y/N]."

You crumbled. Lesso's face was void of anything but hurt. For a second, you were sure tears formed in the corners of her eyes, and you struggled not to pull her into your arms like before. Why can't this just be like before?

"It's for formality. I don't love him. It's not like that." you quickly blabbered, breathing heavily. "I... shit. Just..." and without warning, you took her by arm and electricity flowed through your skin. You try not to focus on the fact that this has been the first time you touched her in years as you drag the both of you to your secret spot. A surreptitious place that felt like it was built solely for the two of you. When you arrived, a breath you didn't know you were holding was still stuck in your throat. You pull your hand away.

Leonora stands a few feet away, maintaining a distance to keep herself from running up to you and having you be hers again.

"You look beautiful tonight."

"Stop,"

"[Y/N], I apologize--"

"No. Stop,"

"Please, just--"

"You denied me!" all the pain throughout the years, the hurt that had grown over time and had been forgotten, and the frustration, came out trembling. The tears you refrained from falling fell free. Leonora Lesso has always been your ruin. "You denied me, Leonora. I told you I love you and I wanted to fight for you. That--that this fucking Good versus Evil bullshit was nothing compared to what we had-- what we have-- that it was greater than anything withstanding us! And you denied me."

The moonlight shone just like that night. You see Leonora's eyebrows furrowed, and it only took you a second to realize she was crying, too. Her red hair, longer now, had cascaded just above her shoulder. And you ached to brush your fingers on it.

"I love you." she steps closer.

"No."

"I love you so much." and closer.

"Leonora--"

"I love you, [Y/N]."

And you admit defeat. Just like before. You meet her halfway and wrap your arms around her neck as you pull her in for a kiss. Heavens, her lips. Her kiss. Her hands find its usual place on your waist. The feel of her pressed up. The brush of her nose. You could die. It all seemed to fit so perfectly. Like two puzzles. Like two fated people meant to be each other's.

The moment she pulls away, you sniffle, tears still flowing. She chuckles at the sight of you, wiping your tears away with her thumb. You lean into the touch. "You are the best thing in my life and I was a fool to let you go. To ever believe those things I've said, to even imply them. I was the greatest fool ever. But I can't live this life, [Y/N], not without you. I can't live with knowing I had you and set you free. I cannot."

"I love you, too, you dumbass."

Leonora smiles, and your heart swells with so much love. The sound of your diamond ring falling to the ground cracks a smile in you, and Lesso brushes her nose against yours. You inhale her scent. Unchanging. Just like this unwavering love between the two of you. You press your lips against hers again, feeling at home within her arms.

"Deny me again and I'll kill you, you hear me?"

"And to think you graduated School for Good."

the end.

any grammatical errors and typos will be changed in the morning because wtf it's 3 am I AM TIRED. SUFFER FOR A LITTLE. GOOD NIGHT.

#leonora lesso #lady lesso #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x reader #the school for good and evil #sfgae #charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #wlw #fluff

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forcecaptainnoceda · 4 months

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Shiver me Timbers

God, the black and white photos-

#hannah waddingham #rebecca welton #ted lasso #oh my god #she looks so fucking good #the black and white photos>>>#im obsessed #she could step on me and i'd thank her #shes so fucking pretty #im literally melting

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Nsfw prompt w/ established fem!reader x rebecca. Reader shyly asks rebecca to wear a strap in bed and at first rebecca thinks its not her thing but she'll try it out for you but then she realizes what an absolute wreck she makes you and quickly becomes obsessed with fucking you with it even going far as to wearing one to work

The way I've been very impatiently waiting to write this since the second I saw it in my inbox hahahahah

I fucking love this, lets do it!

This is just pure, filthy, smutty smut

Collapsing back onto the bed you try and catch your breath as aftershocks course through your body. When you're finally able to open your eyes again you see Rebecca sitting between your legs with a smirk on her face, her fingers gently gliding across your thighs. She looks down at you, proud of herself for being able to turn you into such a mess over and over again.

"Tapping out?" She asks with a cocked eyebrow, knowing what your answer would be.

"What gave it away?" You reply with a laugh as another chill runs down your spine.

"Just a hunch." She lays down next to you and wraps her arms around you, pulling you close.

The warmth of her body relaxes you and you let out a hum, nuzzling your head into her neck. Rebecca runs her fingers through your hair, leaving gentle kisses on your head.

It never ceases to surprise you how easily she can make you come undone. The chemistry between the two of you alone makes your head spin, but the way she knows every inch of your body? The way she knows exactly what makes you tick and squirm? It drives you wild in the best ways possible. Sex with her is the best you've ever had in your life.

There was always one thing you've wanted to try but have been too shy to ask, but after the way she dominated you tonight, shyness be damned, you can't wait anymore.

Tracing patterns across her chest with your fingers you finally find the courage to ask.

"Has there ever been something you've wanted to try but haven't brought up?"

Rebecca pauses and thinks for a moment. "No, I don't think so, why love? Is there something on your mind?"

"Well, kind of. I don't know, it's kind of dumb," the shyness taking over once more. "actually, never mind, forget I said anything."

"No, no." She says, adjusting in bed to look at you. "Tell me, if there's something you want to try I want to know what it is sweetheart."

Focusing on your fingers as they continue to trace shapes and patterns on her chest you work up the courage to finally ask.

"Well, I've kind of wanted to try you using a strap, on me." You shyly admit. Looking up at Rebecca you see a little surprise and uncertainty on her face.

"Really?" She asks.

"Yeah, but, I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to, I know it's probably not your thing, so it's okay if you don't want to or something."

Rebecca looks down at you with endearment in her eyes.

"I can't promise it'll be something I'll love, but we can definitely try it."

"Really?"

"Absolutely honey. Do you want me to order one? I have no idea what kind to order though." She says, grabbing her phone off of the nightstand.

Taking her phone from her you pull up a few options you've looked at in the past that you'd want to try.

"Any one of these should be fine." You say with a small smile.

"You are just full of surprises tonight my love." Rebecca says, kissing you on the forehead, you giggle in response.

The two of you look through the options and settle on a purple one, it's a little bigger than the others, but the size of it excites you more than scares you. Rebecca places the order and returns her phone to the nightstand. She wraps her arms around you once more and pulls you into her.

"Thank you baby." You quietly say.

"Of course honey. I want you to always be comfortable talking to me, about anything. Okay?"

Looking into her bright green eyes, you get lost for a moment before nodding your head. Rebecca brings her lips to yours and you smile as she gently kisses you.

A few days later you both come home from work to find a package at the front door. Excited, you take it inside and open it. A knot forms in your belly as you examine the strap with Rebecca; she looks unsure, but not unwilling. You both agree that you should have dinner before running straight into the bedroom. After you finish eating and cleaning up, you lead Rebecca upstairs.

Rebecca stands behind you and slowly unzips your dress. Her lips meet your neck as she pulls the zipper down and she kisses down your back. As she pulls your dress to the floor she unhooks your bra and pulls your lacy thong to your ankles. You kick your thong off and turn to face her, she pulls your lips into hers and you pull her button down shirt out of her skirt and begin unbuttoning it. Kissing down her chest, you pull the shirt off of her after undoing the last button. You unclip her bra and toss it away, kissing between her breasts and down her belly. After fumbling with the zipper on the side of her skirt for a moment, you slide it down her hips, taking her thong with it, down her legs, and onto the floor.

Kneeling in front of Rebecca, you look up at her as you run your hands up and down her thighs. She spreads her legs and lowers her heat onto your mouth, which you gladly accept. Rebecca throws her head back and lets out a moan when your tongue makes contact with her dripping center. Running your tongue up and down her slit you collect all of her juices into your mouth. Her knees buckle and she moans, grabbing onto your head when you suck and flick your tongue over her clit. You continue to work your tongue up and down her slit, sucking and pressing your tongue flat against her clit every time you pass over it. Her legs begin to gently shake, letting you know she's getting close. Bringing your fingers to her dripping center, you coat them in her juices before sliding two fingers into her, curling them deep inside while latching onto her clit and sucking on it.

Rebecca cries out in pleasure and grinds down onto you. You begin to work your fingers in and out of her as you keep her bundle of nerves stimulated. Looking up, her head is thrown back but you can see the blush across her chest, her legs shake more as you pick up the pace and thrust into her a little harder.

"Just like that baby, I'm so close, don't stop- fuck! Fuck!" She screams and her body shakes over you while she cums. You can feel her dripping down your arm but you keep your pace, making her ride out her orgasm until she pulls away.

Rebecca stumbles towards the bed and puts her hands on the mattress to stabilize herself as she pants. Looking back at you, her pupils dilate while she watches you stick your fingers in your mouth, lapping up every drop of her left on you.

"Help me get into this thing." She says, holding up the harness. She gives it to you and you help her step into it and tighten it around her hips.

"How does it feel?" You ask, making sure it's not too tight or too loose.

"It feels weird." She says, swinging the dildo back and fourth.

You start laughing as you watch her. "I meant the harness babe."

"I think it's fine, now come, lay down."

Crawling onto the bed, you roll onto your back and Rebecca positions herself between your legs, lubing up the toy. She cups your center, wiping the extra lube onto you and slides two fingers into you.

"Oh fuck." You moan, your eyes rolling back.

Rebecca giggles and removes her fingers from you. Holding onto your hips, she lines the toy up with your dripping slit and looks up at you.

"You okay?" She asks.

"Mhm." You hum, nodding your head.

Parting your lips, she slowly slips the toy into you, immediately bottoming you out.

"Oh FUCK!" You cry as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arches off of the bed. Between the strap stretching out the entrance of your pussy to the sensation of the head of the toy buried deep inside of you, your head spins from the pleasure.

Rebecca slowly pulls the toy out and slides it back in all the way, hitting that sweet spot that makes you see stars.

"How does that feel baby?" She asks, slowly thrusting in and out of you as she finds her rhythm.

"It's so good." You whimper, white-knuckling the sheets.

Finding her rhythm, Rebecca begins to thrust in and out of you as a string of moans and curses fall from your lips.

Watching you as you squirm under her, Rebecca is a little surprised at how much she's enjoying this and picks up her pace.

"Oh fuck baby, fuck it's so good." You cry as she fucks you a little harder.

"You're taking it so good, you're such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this."

"Please, oh fuck, please, you're gonna make me- FUCK!" You scream as she thrusts hard and deep into you, bottoming you out again.

"You want me to make you cum?"

"Please baby, please." You beg as she fucks you harder.

Rebecca picks your legs up and bends them back so your knees are almost next to your ears allowing her to push deeper into you. She thrusts into you a few more times before slamming into you, giving you every inch of the toy. You can feel her hips against you when she grinds the toy deep into you, making you scream in pleasure.

"Fuck, Rebecca yes! You're gonna make me fucking cum, fuck me, please, oh fuck please!"

You hear the wetness of the toy while it slides out and is slammed back into you over and over as Rebecca bottoms you out with each thrust as you scream, your orgasm building rapidly.

She quickens her pace when she feels your body begin to shake under her, she wants to make you cum, hard. With each thrust you get closer and closer to the edge, climbing higher and higher every second.

She grinds into that spot once more, bringing you right to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum, don't stop, don't fucking stop!" You scream.

Thrusting hard into the spot again and then grinding into it, Rebecca is feral, you see stars and cry out for her.

"Good girl, cum for me baby." Rebecca says as she guides you through your orgasm.

She relentlessly fucks you as your body convulses under her. She eventually slows down, gently sliding the strap in and out of you as you come down from your high before finally pulling out.

Rebecca takes off the harness and tosses it onto the floor. She crawls up next to you, pulling your still twitching body into her.

"Oh my god, holy shit Rebecca." You pant as the aftershocks rock your body.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it so much." She says, gently kissing you.

"Did you like it?"

Looking into her eyes, you realize her pupils are blown and her eyes are filled with lust.

"I loved it."

For the next few weeks, you two almost exclusively use the strap, usually at Rebecca's request. Rebecca let you use it on her a few times but she got more pleasure from fucking you senseless with it than when you used it on her. It wasn't always rough, but you both preferred it that way truthfully.

As you're at your desk, consumed by your latest task, you realize it's been an unusually slow, quiet day. Which you weren't complaining about. The boys were on the bus to an away game, you and Rebecca were flying out to meet them the next day. It's not often you get laid back days like these, but you enjoyed them when they came around.

A ding echoes through your office, looking up you see a message from Rebecca.

"Come see me in my office. Now."

A nervous knot forms in your belly, that doesn't sound good. Making your way to her office, you try and think of all of the reasons why she could be mad at you. Did you mess something up? Did you do something at home? Your anxiety comes to a head when you reach her office door.

You knock on the door and you hear her on the other side.

"Come in."

Opening the door, you step into her office and look at her sitting at her desk. Rebecca notices the worry on your face and gently smiles at you.

"Come in love, lock the door please."

Confused, you lock the door and walk towards her desk, she gets up and meets you halfway across the office and pulls you into a hug and kisses you. Your body instantly relaxes when her warm lips meet yours. Rebecca notices your body relax in your arms and looks at you.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean what's wrong? That message made it sound like I was in trouble!" You say.

"Oh I'm sorry love," she says, laughing. "I just didn't want you to dawdle making your way over here."

"You scared the shit out of me." You say, holding her tight.

Rebecca cups your face in her hands and looks into your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!"

Your hands rest on her hips and you feel something under her flowy dress and pull back, looking at her.

"What the fuck?" You say to yourself as you feel around her hips, your eyes widening when you realize she's wearing the harness. "What the fuck." Your eyes go wide, staring at her.

Rebecca has a devilish grin on her face and pull you in for a deep kiss.

"The reason I asked you to come into my office," she says between kisses. "was because I needed your assistance with something."

Smirking into the kiss, you ask "And what do you need my assistance with?"

Pulling away, Rebecca grabs your hand and leads you into the ensuite in her office and locks the door behind her. Hiking up her dress, she places the fake appendage into its holster and bends you over the countertop.

"Babe, are you sure that we should-"

Rebecca unbuttons and rips your pants and underwear down. Leaning over you, she whispers into your ear.

"Hush love, just stay quiet." She reaches over and grabs a pillow sitting on the countertop and hands it to you, she must have taken it from the couch in her office before you got there.

Already dripping, Rebecca rubs the strap against you, making it slick and slides it effortlessly into you. Burying your face into the pillow, you groan as you feel her stretch you out.

Rebecca starts out slowly, letting you adjust to the stretch before pounding into you. You bite down into the pillow so hard you're worried you're going to rip it.

"Fuck!" You cry into the pillow.

She digs her nails into your hips when she grabs them tighter, thrusting into you, hard. Your moans turn into cries of pleasure when she bottoms you out, thrusting into you deep and hard.

"Oh fuck Rebecca!" You say, your voice mostly muffled.

"You're such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you in the office. My little office whore."

"Uh-huh." You moan, your eyes rolling back into your head.

Rebecca's hand leaves your hip and you feel her grab your hair and pull back, making your back arch. A moan escapes into the air before you're able to bring the pillow back to your face.

"You better not let anyone hear you love, or there will be consequences."

She thrusts deep into you and grinds the strap into that spot, making your body shudder.

"Fuck, right there, please, right there."

You hear Rebecca grunt as she thrusts harder into the spot and your legs begin to shake.

"I'm so close, fuck me baby, please."

"You want me to make you cum all over yourself?" She teases.

"Yes, fuck, please."

Rebecca seems to take that as a challenge because she picks up the pace even further and fucks you fast and hard. The orgasm you had building suddenly explodes, hitting you like a tidal wave. Rebecca lets go of your hair and you collapse back down onto the pillow, screaming in pleasure as you cum.

She slows her pace and you let out a little whine as she pulls out. Winded, Rebecca looks at you with pride on her face, bent over her office bathroom counter, blissed out with cum dripping down your legs. Removing the harness, she places it on the counter next to you.

After you're able to compose yourself a little you finally stand up and turn towards Rebecca. She passionately kisses you and pulls you into her so your head is resting in the crook of her neck.

"I'm sure that's the last thing you expected when you saw my message earlier." She says, rubbing small circles on your back.

"Uh, yeah. Definitely." You say with a laugh.

Rebecca kisses you once more before pulling away and grabbing a bag on the chair in the corner of the bathroom. She pulls out a hand towel and runs it under warm water and begins to wipe your legs clean.

"So this was a premeditated event?" You say, cocking an eyebrow at her.

She places a light kiss on your lips.

"I couldn't let the love of my life go back to work covered in cum, after I absolutely wrecked her in my office bathroom, could I?"

"Rebecca Welton, you are something else." You say with a chuckle.

"I'm your something else." She says, pulling you in for a kiss.

"And I'm yours." You say.

#rebecca welton x reader #hannah waddingham #willalove75 #rebecca welton #rebecca welton fanfic #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #wlw fanfic

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Being Rebecca's partner /gf ( younger like Keeley ) and some of the boys flirt with reader. Both remain professional and hide their relationship but there's just something about a possessive strict rebbeca ...

Loveeee thisss!! Thank you so much for the request!💕💕

Warnings: Smuttt (idk how to write a possessive Rebecca without it tbh LOL)

18+ only Minors DNI

Tension was at an all-time high. Sitting next to Rebecca, you can feel the stress radiating off of her. All you want to do is wrap your arms around her, kiss her on the head and whisper words of comfort into her ear. When she glances over at you, you know that's all she wants too. But the two of you were in public and you haven't told a soul about your relationship yet, both of you agreed to keep it under wraps for the time being. Plus the season was almost over, neither of you felt the need to make the end of the season more chaotic than it was already about to be.

What was not helping the tension, or Rebecca's stress, was the fact that you were at an away game at West Ham. The team Rupert recently purchased.

Laying in your arms last night, Rebecca told you how nervous she was to go to the game, that she was anxious about seeing her piece of shit ex-husband again. Running your fingers through her soft blond hair, you reassured her that everything was going to be fine, and that you would be by her side, no matter what.

"Howdy boss, y/n!" Ted pulls both you and Rebecca out of your spiraling thoughts.

"Hello Ted." Rebecca says.

"Hey!"

"How 'bout the two of ya'll come in for the team mixer, West Ham and the boys are all getting acquainted with one another before the big showdown."

Exchanging glances, Rebecca reluctantly stands up and you follow the two of them inside.

It was noisy and pretty crowded, also unusual for the two teams to be getting together like this before a match, but you decided to not think much of it and followed Ted and Rebecca to the bar. Just before you reach your destination, someone pulls Rebecca away to introduce her to some people. She shoots an apologetic look your way and you softly smile back at her, letting her know it's fine.

Walking up to the bar, you notice a couple of West Ham players make their way up to you. You do your best to not pay them any mind, but they make it impossible when they try and talk to you.

"This game was going to be a breeze, but knowing there's gonna be such a gorgeous woman in the stands, I think I'm gonna have a hard time focusing." One of the players says, flashing you a million dollar smile.

"If you get distracted that easily, you're gonna have more problems than the match." You retort.

"Pretty and quick, that's a rare combination."

"It's only rare when you give off the energy of an entitled football player."

The boys around him erupt in a chorus of "ohhhh shitt!" and you laugh, making the football player talking to you laugh as well.

Rebecca hears the commotion and looks over, immediately spotting you in the middle of a group of footballers. Her eyes are locked on you, there's a bubbling of, something, in her chest that feels foreign to her. Anger? Stress? Jealousy? That last one resonated more than she expected, what she jeal-

"Earth to boss, come in boss!" Ted says, pulling her back to reality.

"My apologies Ted, what was that again?"

Surrounded by the boys, you had no idea that Rebecca spotted the interaction. The player talking to you leans in a little more.

"May I buy you a drink gorgeous?"

"You're literally about to go play football, you're gonna drink?"

"Of course not, I have morals!" He says with a laugh and you shoot him a look, eliciting another laugh from the group. "I will be drinking water, what will you have?"

"I'm flattered, but no thank you."

"Please," he says, taking your hand into his. "I insist." He lightly kisses your knuckles and you stand there in shock for a second, never expecting him to be that bold.

Hearing laughter erupt, Rebecca looks over towards you again and see's the footballer lean in. Her eyes narrow when she see's him take your hand and place a kiss on it. Never in her life has Rebecca's body tensed up so much, seeing someone else's lips on your skin set something off in her that she's never felt before. Looking at your face, she knows immediately that you're uncomfortable. Even though she was in the middle of a conversation, before her brain can catch up with her legs, she's walking over towards you.

Walking straight through the group of guys, she stands next to you, an intense glare in her eyes directed at the player that was flirting with you.

"Don't you have a match to warm up for?" She says, her tone is cold and icy. It's taking every ounce of self control she has to not wrap her arm around your hip and pull you into a deep kiss, claiming you as hers.

With fear in his eyes, the guy mutters "oh right, yeah we gotta go." and walks away, the rest of the players following close behind him.

You let out a sigh of relief and turn towards Rebecca, you're surprised to see the intense look that's lingering in her eyes.

"Thank you- are you okay?"

She takes a deep breath and tried to ground herself.

"Yes, are you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just the usual footballers acting like dogs. You sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I promise." She says, leaning into your ear. "Although it took ever ounce of self control I had to not show all of them that you're mine." She says with a low voice.

Your heart skips a beat and you feel your cheeks blush a bit.

"Well, that certainly would have been interesting, wouldn't it?" You joke.

"You have no idea."

"Rebecca Welton, I didn't know you were the jealous type."

"Neither did I, I suppose it's only when someone tries to take what's mine."

"Fuck." You whisper, your eyes meet hers. Her pupils are dilated just enough to know how sincere, and turned on, she is.

"I'm walking away now before I do something stupid." She says with a mischievous look in her eyes. She gives you a wink and walks back towards the group she was talking to before.

The players slowly leave and prepare for the match, leaving the room much emptier than before, although there's still a lot of people left. Walking around with a drink in your hand, you wander aimlessly, eventually landing by one of the windows and looking out onto the pitch.

Rebecca spots you from across the room and can't help but smile as she watches you gaze out the window. Her attention is pulled back into the conversation she was in and she turns back to the group.

You're not sure how much time had passed, since you ended up spacing out looking outside, but you're sure the match is going to start soon. Just as you're about to walk away you feel a hand wrap gently around your arm. Turning around, you find yourself face-to-face with no one other than Rupert Mannion, Rebecca's ex-husband. For a second you freeze, you can't stand this man. You're convinced that he's dedicated at least 75% of his life to trying to ruin Rebecca's - for whatever sick reason. Trying to keep your scowl at bay, you try and smile at him, hiding your distain.

"You must be from Richmond, there's no way someone so beautiful could be working at West Ham and get by me." He says, laying the charm on thick.

"Yes, I am from Richmond." You say, ignoring the last half of what he said.

"My name is Rupert Mannion, please, take a seat." He gestures to the two chairs near the window.

"Oh, that's okay-"

"I insist." He has a look in his eye that's telling you he isn't asking.

To avoid any more confrontation, you sit, trying to see if you spot Rebecca anywhere.

"I'm sorry, what was your name again?" He asks.

"Y/n."

"Oh yes, I've heard of you. You're one of the newer additions to the fine staff over at Richmond."

"Uh, yeah."

"So, y/n, tell me, what is it that you do?"

You begin to describe your job and what you do on a daily basis. The more you speak, the further Rupert leans in. If you didn't know any better, you would be smitten by his charm. He may be a bastard, but he's certainly a charming one.

"What a coincidence, we recently lost someone in a similar position here. You wouldn't be interested in it, would you? I can guarantee you a much higher salary here than you would be making over at Richmond."

"Uh, I appreciate the offer, but no thanks, I really like it over there."

Rupert lets out an obnoxiously fake laugh.

"Oh you're a funny one. Well at least think about it, for me." He says, practically batting his eyelashes.

"Uh-" The words suddenly disappear from your lips when he puts his hand on your knee, slowly sliding it up to the middle of your thigh. You freeze, not having any idea of what to do. Well, you want to scream at him to get off of you and run into Rebecca's arms, but that's not an option for a plethora of reasons.

"I would love to have someone as gorgeous as you in my office every day, y/n." He says, leaning in.

As if she has a sixth sense for trouble, Rebecca turns back to look at you and see's you with Rupert. Her jaw clenches when she see's him talking to you. Shifting her eyes down, she see's his hand on your thigh, coupled with the look on your face, she feels like every cell in her body is bursting with anger.

Walking away from the group, Rebecca makes it over to you in an instant. You're pulled from your frozen state when you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you up.

"Get your hands off of her." Rebecca snaps at Rupert.

"Rebecca, dear, how are you?" He says, glaring at her.

"Keep your hands off of my staff Rupert." She growls, pulling you behind her.

"Ah, always the protective one, must be that maternal instinct kicking in, isn't it?"

Rebecca's hand tightens around your wrist, that one had to have hurt, even if it was a little. She glares at him with an anger you've never seen before and Rupert puts his hands out in front of him, signaling he means no harm.

"Alright, alright, I was only getting acquainted with your new staff member, no need to get angry dear."

Rupert stands up and begins to walk away.

"It was so lovely meeting you, y/n."

Rupert walks out to the stands and Rebecca pulls you out of the room. Down the hall, she opens a random door and finds a supply closet, pulling you in, she closes the door and pins you up against it.

With her hot breath against your skin, your knees almost give out underneath you. Her pupils are completely blown as she stares down at you, a hungry look in her eyes.

"Rebecca-"

"Sh," she says, putting a finger over your lips. "those stupid football players I can deal with, but him, that fucking asshole, absolutely not."

"I didn't-"

"I know, trust me I know that was all him, but even still. You are mine."

Before you can even agree to her statement her lips are on yours, her tongue pushing it's way into your mouth. She kisses you rough and passionately, as if she'd die if she ever stopped. Her hands pull at the fabric on your body, pressing you into her as hard as possible.

"How I would love you take you bent over his desk right now." She pants as she kisses you hard. "But this will have to do."

Her hands travel to the waistline of your pants and she unbuttons them and pulls them down to your ankles along with your underwear.

Seeing her like this, so possessive, so protective, so hot for you, she didn't even need to touch you for the wetness between your legs to threaten to leak down your thighs.

Slender fingers find their way between your folds and you moan into her mouth as they circle your clit. Once you're stimulated even further and Rebecca's fingers are coated in your arousal, she slides two fingers into you effortlessly until she's knuckle deep. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you bite down on your lip to suppress the moan.

Rebecca begins to pump her fingers in and out of you, you know this is going to be fast and rough and the thought is only making your center drip even more.

"You are mine. All mine." She says as she fucks you. "Mine to do whatever I please with, mine to fuck wherever and whenever I want to."

Your nails begin to dig into her skin as she rushes you towards the edge, you won't last long, not with how she's fucking you and talking to you. She knows what gets you going and today she's pulling out every trick in her book.

"Say it, tell me you're all mine." She growls in your ear.

"I'm- fuck- I'm all yours, only yours, yours to do whatever you- ah! want with."

She picks up the pace and presses the base of her hand against your clit, grinding into it with every thrust of her wrist.

"You're such a good girl, letting me take you wherever I want. Watching those boys flirt with you, god I wanted to take you right then and there."

"Yeah?" You whine.

"Yeah, bend you over that bar and fuck you senseless."

"Oh fuck, Rebecca, I'm gonna-"

"Good girl, that's it, cum for me, I want you to cum all over my fingers."

She thrusts harder and curls into you, driving you right to the edge. You bite down on the collar of her blazer to keep your moans from ringing out into the building. Grinding down on her you clench and she shoves you over the edge into bliss.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your vision goes white. Your legs tremble underneath you, gripping onto Rebecca for dear life. She pulls the orgasm out of you for as long as possible before finally pulling her fingers out.

You fall into her arms, your body almost completely limp. She catches you and holds you tight, licking her fingers clean. Resting your head against her chest, you lay there for a minute as you catch your breath and come back down to Earth. Rebecca runs her fingers through your hair and kisses you on the top of your head.

"You were so good for me, thank you my love." She whispers into your hair, pressing another kiss into it.

Standing up straight, she holds onto your waist until she's sure you're steady on your feet. She pulls your underwear and pants back up, buttoning and zippering them again. Cupping your face, she brings her lips to yours and kisses you. This kiss is nothing like the last one, this one is soft, tender, filled with love. You kiss her back and wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her close into you.

When your lips part she fixes the collar on your shirt and you fix her blazer and wipe away the smeared lipstick from her lip.

"I should get you jealous more often, holy shit Rebecca." You say with a giggle.

"Don't play with fire my love, you'll get burnt." She says, placing one last kiss on your lips.

The match started by the time you got back to your seats, you got a few questioning looks from Higgins and Keeley but you both ignored them and sat down and watched the game.

Richmond ended up losing, pretty badly at that. Even though the match was lost, both you and Rebecca left the match satisfied in a much different way.

#willalove75 #hannah waddingham #rebecca welton x reader #rebecca welton #ted lasso #rebecca welton fanfic #wlw fanfic #ted lasso fic

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forcecaptainnoceda · 4 months

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Rating: Explicit Relationships: Rebecca Welton/Reader Additional Tags: Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s01 ep7 - Make Rebecca Great Again, Sex with a stranger, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, latent bisexuality, Rupert ruining things from a distance, Sassy and Keeley are just here to be party girls, Dipping Ones Toe into the Lady Pool

Summary:

Rebecca DOES sleep with a waiter in Liverpool…but this time it’s you (fem!Reader).

Canon Divergent 1 x 07 - Make Rebecca Great Again where “Making Rebecca Great Again” means reminding Rebecca Welton that she is, in fact, not straight.

#its here #the rebecca x reader smut i couldn't get out of my head #rebecca welton #rebecca welton x reader #ted lasso #smut #ao3

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forcecaptainnoceda · 4 months

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I was wondering if you could make a Rebecca Welton x fem!reader fic where Rebecca and reader were childhood friends but got separated when reader moved away. Now, reader is back and they end up learning they both had crushes on each other when they were children while attending an event.

Unexpected meeting

Rebecca Welton/fem!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, cursing, some kind of slow burn, let me know if there are more

words: 3000+

My requests are open!!

English is not my first language!

A/N: thank you so much for request! i changed it a little but i hope that you will like it! it's my first Rebecca fic so i'm anxious and excited:) let me know what you think!💚

“Howdy, Boss!” Ted said walking into Rebecca's office and handing her fresh biscuits. “You have any plans tonight?”

“Good morning Ted, no I don’t think so, why?”

“I’m trying to set up a party for my friend. She is coming from Kansas here to see family and I thought it would be nice to welcome her in and maybe introduce you guys. What do ya think?”

“Yeah, sure I will try to stop by, thank you for the invitation.”

“Great! See you later Boss!” Ted exclaimed as he was walking out of the office. “Oh! We will be at Mae’s!”

Rebecca shook her head as she watched Ted leave. She made a mental note to swing by Mae's at some point but hoped she could make a quick appearance and then slip away unnoticed.

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You were at Ted’s apartment getting yourself ready for dinner he told you about earlier this morning. He didn’t tell you anything besides that he would meet you when he come home. You were sure that he is plotting something but decided to not worry too much. You need to let Ted be Ted, you learned that early in your friendship.

You had met Ted in high school when you moved from the UK to Kansas. When you first met him you couldn’t understand him, how are this man constantly happy and optimistic about everything? But with time and getting to know him more and more your friendship bloomed and here you were years later still together as always.

But being in England for the first time in so long brought some unpleasant memories.

Your father got a promotion in his job but it required moving to America. It was hard to leave everything behind, you were just a teenager and had all of your friends here. It was especially hard to leave your best friend, Rebecca, she was your everything. When people think about soulmates, she was yours.

“Becca, I need to tell you something.” You said your voice getting stuck in your throat instantly. You dreaded this moment. “I’m moving away. My father got a promotion, and we have to move.”

“Silly, I know we live close now but a couple more minutes won’t make a difference.” Rebecca said to you while giving you a hug.

“No, Rebecca. We are moving to America. It won't be a couple of minutes, it will be hours.” Your eyes teared up, and when you said that to her it became real. You are moving away. Moving away from her.

“What?” You observed her face, her smile disappearing as the realization came through. “No. Tell me you are kidding, tell me it's your another stupid joke.” You only shook your head, you couldn’t get your words out. Her eyes filled with tears as she watched you. “No, I’m not letting you go. You can’t go, please, you can’t go. Not now.” She said her voice full of emotions she was feeling.

You embraced her as the two of you cried into each other shoulders. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Becca. I don’t want to go either. Everything will be good darling. You have Sassy here, she will take care of you when I’m away.” You said into her head that was resting on your shoulder, you could feel your shirt getting wet from her tears. “We will make it work Becca, we have to.”

She raised her head to look you in the eyes. “You can’t go now, not now when I-” Horror crossed her face for a second as she stopped herself mid-sentence.

“Not when you what?”

“Nothing, nothing. Never mind.” She quickly blurted out. “Now come here give me a hug, lots of hugs.”

As you sat in her embrace you felt your heart ache as you remembered all the good times you shared with Rebecca. The sleepovers, the movie marathons, and all the inside jokes. You wondered if you could ever find a friend like her again. But she wasn’t only your friend, you were sure you loved her. Loved her more than friends should love each other. You wanted to confess your feelings for her but the time didn’t seem right. Your departure messed everything up.

The next few weeks were a blur of packing, goodbyes, and tears. You tried to spend as much time with Rebecca as possible, making memories to last until you saw each other again.

And then the time for your departure came, she was at your house for your last goodbye. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you promised to keep in touch, call as often as you can. You hoped that your friendship will last forever.

At first, everything was nice, you made new friends in your high school and kept in touch with Rebecca but not everything was meant to be forever. There were a few calls a month or even only one a month and your contact slowly disappeared. You were heartbroken but didn’t want to disturb her so you stopped calling and tried to move on with your life. But there wasn’t a second that you weren’t thinking of her.

And now you were here again, you were in England wondering if you should make a call to her or do something to meet her again. But you didn’t know if she even remembered you. You hoped she did.

“Howdy, are you ready? We need to go out in a second!” Ted's voice startled you from your daydreaming. You didn’t even hear him coming into the apartment.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts and put on a smile to greet Ted. “Yeah, let's go.” You replied, grabbing your jacket. As you walked out of the door, you couldn't help but wonder what could have been if you had stayed, if you had stayed with Rebecca.

But now wasn’t the time to wonder, you had a surprise waiting for you.

You arrived at Mae's with Ted by your side and instantly was greeted by his friends from work. Everyone seemed really friendly, maybe except Roy he scared you a little, but right away you were swooped by a girl named Keeley. She had a bubbly personality and so many questions, to be honest, you didn’t quite keep up with all of her talking. She asked about everything from work topics to your personal life, she was a handful, but it was nice. You felt welcomed and in the right place.

“Sorry for interrupting girls,” Ted said “first how are you feeling? Is everything good? I know it’s a lot, all of those people and all of that?” You were grateful for him and for his concern about your well-being.

“Thank you, Ted, everything is good, Keeley is a fun company. Maybe I will get some gossip from your club.” You said sending Keeley a wink.

“For sure you will get that but I have one more thing. Keeley, do you know if Boss will stop by? I talked to her earlier but you know girls talk and all of that maybe she told you something.”

“Don’t know, sorry Ted.” Keeley said with a frown on her face.

“Is it this boss you keep telling me about? I need to meet her, connect your blabbering with a face.” You said curious if she really was like Ted described her to you, she was some kind of mystery to you. Gorgeous mystery if Ted was telling the truth.

Ted laughed “Yep, that’s the one. Fingers crossed that she can make it here. She is a busy lady.” You chuckled at his words. “Okay, I’m not keeping you away from your daily dose of gossip! I will catch you later!” And with a mention of gossip Keeley started talking, she told you all about every player that club has, every single detail she knows. But you were hardly listening, your mind wandering to the mystery boss. You would be lying if you said that the idea of meeting her intimidated you. After all, this was someone who owned the club.

As you wandered about her, Keeley's screech interrupted your line of thoughts. She shot up from her chair and sprinted toward the entryway.

And there she stood. Tall, statuesque blonde she was gorgeous as Ted said but you didn’t quite see her face. Keeley let her from the hug and you were at a loss of words.

There she was, your Rebecca. All those years later you got to see her. You couldn't believe your luck. Rebecca was here, in front of you, and she still looked as beautiful as ever. You couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions as you saw her.

“Boss! Glad you made it! I need to introduce you to my friend!” Ted exclaimed as he spotted Rebecca. And first time in years your eyes locked. You didn't know what to do or say. All the scenarios of you two reuniting and how it would go vanished. You just stood there, staring at her, hoping she would say something first. But she just stood there, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Ted broke the silence, “Rebecca, this is my friend I told you about earlier today. This is-”

“Y/N?” She didn’t let him finish too shocked to see you to even care.

“Yes, that’s her name. How do you know that?” Ted was confused, he never mentioned your name in their conversations.

You didn’t pay attention to what he said too absorbed in looking at her, admiring her beauty. “Becca? Oh my God! Rebecca fucking Welton that’s really you!” You exclaimed and embraced her in a tight hug trying to make up for all these years apart. Everyone just stared at you two exchanging confused looks between each other.

“What the fuck is happening? What are you doing here?” She asked still confused.

“Decided that it’s a good time to maybe come back to my roots. I don’t know Becca, I’m still figuring it out.” You let out a laugh don’t entirely believing that she is in front of you.

“I’m sorry but what the fuck? You know each other?” Ted asked, he looks like a lost child his eyes going from you to the blonde.

“We grew up together.” Rebecca answered. “We were inseparable until this little shit had to move away.” She said trying to mask her hurt voice behind laughter but you knew her well despite all these years.

“I’m sorry darling,” the pet name you used to call her easily slipped into your sentence, “you know I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to leave you.” You said looking directly into her eyes.

The others sensed that the atmosphere was growing serious, so they left you two space to talk.

“But you stopped calling. Not me, you!” Her voice groggy from the feeling she was feeling. “Why did you stop? I was waiting each week for your call and it never happened. You left me wondering if I did something wrong. Fuck this thought haunts me to this day.” She averted her eyes from you to not show you how hurt she was by your actions.

“Darling, look at me. I can’t say how sorry I am but at the time I thought it was the best decision. I didn’t want to disturb you. I wanted to let you enjoy your life here.” You took her hand into your own. “Also I was selfish, I’m sorry that I didn’t think about your feelings, I needed to do that for me. I needed to move on. I thought that was possible but my darling Rebecca it never happened. And I’m regretting this shitty decision to this day. How different our lives could be if I didn’t fucked it up. I’m so sorry.” You said with tears in your eyes. You didn’t know you had hurt her this badly, you were sure that not calling her would be good for her.

Rebecca looked at you with a mixture of emotions, hurt and anger mixing with happiness “I needed you, Y/N. You were my everything and you left me alone. Alone with all those feelings and unsaid words. I had to deal with everything on my own and it wasn’t fucking fair.” She said softly, tears glassing her eyes. “But seeing you now, after all these years, I can’t help but feel happy. I missed you so much.” You pulled her into another embrace, feeling the weight of her words and the years of separation between you two.

“I missed you too Becca. So fucking much you have no idea. There wasn’t a day that the thought of you didn’t cross my mind. I may have left you here but you never left my heart.”

“And you didn’t leave mine, sweetheart. Never.”

You two spent some time alone at the bar, catching up on the last years you were apart. You both laughed at the memories of your childhood and teenage years. The conversation was easy, comfortable, and filled with warmth. You found yourself being drawn to her all over again, and it was clear that the feeling was mutual. You could feel the electricity in the air between you, and it was as if you were teenagers again.

“You remember when Sassy where climbing to your balcony for the first time? She almost fell off three times. And you were standing and not helping at all!” You two laughed as you pictured her terrified face. All those nights spent in her room gossiping and stealing her parent's liquor passed through your mind. How happy you were when she was beside you, this feeling of comfort that she brought to your life.

“Like you were better than she! You fell off on your first time and woke my parents up!” She laughed and you blushed at the memory. This was the night when you realized that you have a crush on her. A massive crush.

“Y/N! Fuck, are you okay?” Rebecca whispered from her balcony looking at you with worry in her eyes.

“I’m okay! I’m okay!” You shouted quietly when you landed on your back in her backyard. You only hoped that you didn't wake her parents up but a fool has more hope than the wise. And in seconds her mother appeared in the backyard.

“Girls! What are you doing? Do you know what time it is?” She scolded both of you. “Y/N what are you doing on the ground? Couldn't you get into the house like a human? Through the door?” She looked at you disappointed.

“Sorry, Mrs. Welton.” You said with your head hung low.

“Come on you won’t be spending the night here.” She walked you to Rebecca's room. “Good night girls. Don’t do anything stupid. I need my beauty sleep.” And with that, she was gone.

“Fuck! I told you it was not a good idea!” Rebecca whispered to you angry. “Are you sure you are okay? Does nothing hurt you? Let me check.” She quickly said and grabbed your arm to inspect for bruises.

“Darling, I’m okay. It wasn’t that far. It’s okay, stop worrying.” You felt sparks when you locked your gaze with hers. You couldn’t stop looking at her, she was so beautiful. How you wanted to kiss the worry off her face but you stopped yourself. She was your best friend, you can’t do that. Not now.

“Hey! Earth to Y/N! What are you daydreaming about?” Rebecca's voice pulled you out of your dreams and you blushed. “You are blushing! Now you have to tell me!”

“It’s embarrassing. I was thinking about that night when I fell down.” You laughed awkwardly.

“And what happened that night that made you blush? Besides the obvious landing on your ass in my backyard.” She asked you curiously.

Fuck it. It’s in the past I can tell her now. You thought.

“That night I realized I had a crush on you. Like I knew you were beautiful, and you still are but that night it hit me full force.” You said quietly embarrassed that you told her your biggest secret.

“No way. You are kidding?” She said in disbelief.

“Never mind. Forget it.”

“No sweetheart. I had the biggest crush on you too. That’s why I was so heartbroken when you needed to leave. I wanted to tell you about my feelings but it didn’t seem right.” You stared at her not believing that you were so oblivious. But you were teenagers then so it kinda explains everything.

“Fuck we were so stupid.”

“Yeah, we were.” You two laughed. Her face was so relaxed when she was laughing, so free. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her. The feeling that you had as a teenager slowly crept back. You found yourself being pulled more and more towards her. You wanted to be close to her, to hold her, and never let go. Turns out your crush never disappeared. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You are so beautiful, Becca. I can’t stop looking at you. You were a beauty as a teenager but now. Wow. It’s really true, woman age like a fine wine. You are the best example.” Her cheeks turned red from the compliments.

“Thank you but look at yourself, the definition of perfection.” She smiled sheepishly at you. “It seems to me that the first real crush never left us.” You felt a sudden surge of courage as she spoke those words. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her, you felt the same spark as you felt all those years ago. The kiss was soft and gentle, but it was filled with all the love and longing you had felt for each other over the years.

“Fuck, sorry. I didn’t mean to-” She didn't let you finish as she leaned to steal another kiss from you.

“It was worth waiting all those years for your return.” She smiled resting her head on your shoulder.

You knew that the future was uncertain, but you were willing to take a chance. You were willing to see where this new chapter in your relationship with Rebecca would take you, and you were excited to find out. But one thing was for sure, you had found your way back to the person who had always been a constant in your life, your soulmate, your Rebecca.

#rebecca welton #rebecca welton x reader #ted lasso #hannah waddingham #rebecca welton fic #vastill

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in which you convince carol to wear her dress she had on in Aladna for you

marvel masterlist

a/n: after i've seen the marvels this mf dress has been engraved into my mind ever since i had to write something about it. she looked so good in it i just widhwjsnwao

pairing: carol danvers x f!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: slight spoilers from the marvels, both carol and reader being menaces, reader is put in a dress, fluff, mild language, suggestive themes

You sat there at the kitchen island, staring at the back of Carol as she stood at the stove, cooking breakfast. You had your hands folded under your chin, elbows resting on the counter as you watched her move.

You've been trying to get her to put on the dress she had on at Aladna for weeks now. You wouldn't even have known about it if you didn't get a text from Kamala with a picture of Carol in the dress and a vast array of emojis to go along with it.

It is safe to say you were not expecting the photo and were completely caught off guard, not ever seeing her in a dress before, and definitely not expecting she would look that good in one.

When you confronted her about the photo, she rolled her eyes and muttered something about killing Kamala before she explained that it was "nothing" and to forget about it, but you definitely didn't forget about it.

Ever since you've been trying to get her to wear the dress for you, even giving her the best puppy dog eyes you could manage, but all you got in return was a smile and pat on the cheek before she moved away from you, ignoring your pleas. Unfortunately for her, you don't give up that easily.

You would find every small opportunity you could get in order to subtly (and not so subtly) remind her about the dress. Casually walking down the street, hand in hand, I saw a dress shop come up, and before I could stop to look in, Carol was dragging me along the path, past the shop, knowing about my antics.

"I didn't even do anything." You laughed as she just shook her head and dragged you further down the path, so the shop was out of sight.

Every time I made the slightest note to a dress, she immediately shut it down, and I knew there was a different reason to her reacting like how she was other than her simply not liking dresses, but I never pushed her on it.

"No." A voice shook me out of my thoughts to see Carol placing a plate of food in front of me.

"What?" I looked up at her, standing with her hands placed on her hips, staring at me.

"I know what you're thinking; you're always on that damn dress." She couldn't help but let out a chuckle as she looked at you filling your mouth with food.

You swallowed the food you had in your mouth and opened it to speak, but before you could, Carol put up a hand, stopping you. "Okay." You lifted your eyebrow at her in question before she sighed. "I will put on the dress." You shot up out of your seat in excitement at her statement, but she was quick to add on to her sentence. "But I will only wear it if you're also wearing one; it's only fair." Your face dropped, and you just saw her smirk at you from her spot on the other side of the island.

You also hated wearing dresses and how they felt, and it was clear that Carol was betting on this one factor in order to get out of the situation completely, but the need to see her in person with the dress on overweighed your own discomfort in the situation.

"Okay, deal." Her facial expression didn't change, and you could see her trying not to show the shock on her face when I agreed.

"Okay." She spoke slowly, as if trying to find a bluff anywhere as an escape from the situation she found herself in.

"I'm guessing you're picking out the dress I'm wearing." The smirk grew back on her face at the statement, and I was immediately wondering if it was too late to back out.

It was. It was way too late to back out as you stood in the bathroom, inspecting the dress you had on. It took Carol no less than a day to find a dress for you to wear, which made you wonder just how long she had been planning this before. It was honestly the worst-looking dress you've ever seen, from the color to the design. Of course, she had to go and find a dress in your least favorite color and the most obnoxious design.

"Are you ready in there, or do I need to break the door down in order to get you out?" You heard Carol's voice from the other side of the door, and you couldn't help the groan that left your mouth as you took another glance in the mirror at the dress. "You know, we could just get dressed in our regular clothes and pretend none of this ever happened." You shook your head and forced open the bathroom door, not going to let anything stop you from the opportunity.

You stop in the doorway speechless as you find Carol standing in front of you, fully dressed in the dress you've been trying so hard to get her to wear for the past few weeks, and it made the feeling of you wearing whatever she put you in worth it. Somehow the dress looked even better on her in person, and it amazed you how someone could look that good in something.

You're interrupted in your daze by the snort that she let out before quickly covering her mouth, even though it doesn't do much when you can see her shoulders shaking gently in a silent laugh.

"You're an ass." You let out a laugh of your own and shoved her shoulder back when she only started laughing harder.

"Okay, no, I'm sorry, you look great." Her statement was extremely disbelievable, as she couldn't get out the full thing without laughing at it.

"I hope you're enjoying me in misery."

"I could say the same for you." You just rolled your eyes at her and instead grabbed her arm, forcing her to follow you.

"C'mon, just because of that, we're going to dance in these now."

"Woah, hey, that was not in the deal." She made a poor attempt to break free of my grasp, which didn't get her anywhere as you led her to the living room. You make a poor excuse for a stage, sliding the table out of the way and going to turn on the speaker in the room. Carol rolled her eyes when she heard the song that was put on. You were making sure to find the dumbest song you could.

"May I have this dance, milady?" You made a dramatic bow at her, holding out your hand toward her.

"You're so dumb." She laughed and grabbed the outstretched hand towards her, pulling you into her. She made an attempt at trying to teach you basic moves, but she quickly stopped when you just kept stepping on her instead of moving the way she was trying to show you. You both jump and spin around the room until you've collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

She grabbed your hand and started to rub small circles in the skin as she turned to face you. "I'm sorry for giving you such a hard time with the whole dress situation." You opened your mouth to tell her that it was fine and you shouldn't have pushed her that hard to do something she didn't want to, but she squeezed my hand, wordlessly telling me not to say anything. "I've never been that comfortable in dresses; they've never been my thing, and having to deal with assholes asking me why I never wore them and telling me that I would look better in one, I just kind of swore them off from my life, not seeing the use really." She's spaced out, looking at the wall over your shoulder as she continued to softly rub circles into your hand.

She let out a breath and fixed her gaze on you, the corner of her mouth lifting up into a small smile. "I was scared to put on the dress for you because of it, but I realized that there was no reason for me to be so resistant in doing it, and that it was dumb for me to act that way because I trust you."

"So you're telling me I didn't have to wear this awful piece of clothing?" A loud laugh escaped her, and she rolled to lean over your body.

"No, this was definitely needed. It will forever be engraved into my head."

"Carol!"

"Hey, I'm sorry." She chuckled, moving her hand to your cheek. "I could take it off for you if you'd like."

"Oh, I think I definitely need you to do that." She let out another smile at your statement and leaned down to bring her mouth to yours. That dress was definitely worth it.

buy me a coffee ♡

#that dress will be the death of me i stg #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers #carol danvers x female reader #carol danvers x you #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel x you #captain marvel #carol danvers fluff #the marvels

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forcecaptainnoceda · 5 months

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Me: "I'm watching Ted Lasso for the plot"

The Plot:

#ted lasso #hannah waddingham

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forcecaptainnoceda · 5 months

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Y/N glares angrily at Prince Yan…

Yan: (sings) I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to marry your wife

Y/N: yo High School Musical, less singing more signing the annulment

Carol: are you still on this?!

Y/N: I don’t want to have to explain to our children why mommy is married to two people!

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #the marvels #brie larson

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forcecaptainnoceda · 5 months

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Your gallery if you're dating...

Brie Larson

Those pictures aren't mine, credits to owners !!!

Other galleries

#your gallery if you're dating #brie larson #brie larson x reader #brie larson x you #brie larson x y/n #brie larson imagine

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Once In A Lifetime

W.C.- 3 k

prompt 103. -I won't let you down.

prompt 107. -I haven’t seen you in a long time.

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June 17th 2011, a date that was etched in your brain forever, for it was the day you met your soulmate. In a large town situated in the northeast of Australia, a shy Swedish girl met an outgoing Aussie girl, roughly her age.

It was hard not to notice the gorgeous girl, and even harder for your 7 year old self not to stare at her. The way her movements were so gracious made you slightly envious, the ball at her feet moving smoothly as she kicked it back and forth.

The ball smacking you right in the face breaks you out of the trance the girl with the pretty eyes had put you in, the sudden momentum brings you down to the ground. Your parents, like always, weren’t paying you any attention, they wanted you to be ‘independent’.

“I’m so sorry! I was just trying to kick the ball at the goal but it went over, and I’m sorry.” The pretty girl was kneeling beside you, her eyes locked on yours. Dora had taught you a lot, but not how to decipher quickly strung together sentences of pretty girls with Australian accents.

“It is…no problem?” The nameless girl helps you into a sitting position, her eyebrows knitting together at the strange dialect that came with your words. It was foreign, that much she knew.

“I’m Mary” She sticks out a hand towards you eagerly, nearly thrusting it in your face. You grasp her warm hand in yours tentatively, sweaty palm meeting hers.

“My name is Y/n.” You reply, face red hot from the heat of the new country and from the girl in front of you.

“So, Y/n , do you want to play football with me?” She flashes you her pearly whites in a full face smile. Mary points down at the ball laying haphazardly beside you, picking it up and throwing it between her fingertips.

She smiles again when your head moves up and down frantically, pulling you back up on your feet as she leads you onto the pitch.

“Okay, you go in the goal!” She points at the goal of the small pitch, barely letting you get between the posts before she sends a ball towards you.

The sky turns dark after a couple of hours of throwing yourself on the ground to prevent the ball from rolling into the goal. You had improved greatly in the last few hours, that much Mary could admit.

“Hey Y/n, come here tomorrow at 12!” She calls out to your retreating form, seeing your thumb pointing upwards in agreement.

And in between the goalposts she found you the day after, t-shirt and shorts letting the rough pitch scratch at your arms and legs as you threw yourself left and right.

“Where are you from?” She asks one day, sitting beside you on that pitch you’d first met each other only months before. Your English has greatly improved, with the help of the pretty girl beside you of course.

“Sweden” Short and curt, there were days where you just couldn’t find it in you to string together more than a few words.

“Can you teach me Swedish?!” Mary asks excitedly, the now 8 year old you smiling up at the slightly taller girl. She throws her arms around your shoulders when you nod, your back hitting the ground with a soft thud.

You wrap your arms around the older girl, albeit reluctantly. Affectionate touch isn’t something you were used to.

Days, weeks, months and eventually, years passed. Mary and you stayed best friends all throughout the phases of growing up. The chemistry you had on and off the pitch confused most people, they’d see you with your arms around each other, lips pressed to the other’s hairline or cheek. There was barely anything platonic there left, and everyone except you two seemed to know.

The once innocent 7 and 8 year old girls were now two deeply (and secretly) in love 13 and 14 year olds. The two of you were peas in a pod, never able to find one without the other, well until that dreadful October night.

Four knocks in rapid succession wakes the sleeping girl, the firm taps to her window differing from the soft patter of the rain against her roof.

She rubs her eyes sleepily, turning her desk lamp on as she makes her way over to the window. The blinds cover your devastated expression, although not for very long as she pulls them back, revealing your tearstained face.

The window opens with a creak, Mary grabbing the back of your hoodie to drag you in through the small opening. You hit the floor with a loud thud, groaning as your shoulder smashes into the hard ground.

Sitting up, you lean back against the corner of her soft bed, the soft bed you’d slept in so many times before. You refuse to meet the forward’s gaze, tears welling up in your eyes at the mere thought of telling her.

She throws herself down next to you, Mary’s arm pulling your body into her own. The simple touch releases the floodgates, sobs echoing around the room, her hand moving up and down your arm soothingly.

“What’s happening, huh? Why are you so upset?” Mary’s heart broke at seeing you so sad, so devastated.

“I’m fucking moving” The words are hardly audible, mumbled into her shoulder through sobs. Tears slip down your face, colouring the Australian’s sleep shirt a darker shade of blue.

“What?! No, this is some joke. Where?” Her hand stills for a few seconds before she continues her ministrations.

“Back to Sweden. They got a ‘better job’ there, they never think of how I’m going to react, they just say yes to anything.” You cry to the older girl, who clutches you that much tighter, her head laying on top of yours.

“When do you go?” She whispers into the damp October air, lips moving to the sound of her own voice. Sniffling fills the tense silence, moving your hand up wipe away the salty tears painting tracks down your face. It comes down to land on her knee, gripping it with all your might.

“Umm…two weeks or something.” She brings one of your hands up to her lips, pressing them to the back of it. Neither of you were ready to live without the other, you were dependent upon each other.

“Well then lovely, we’ll just have to make these next two weeks the best ever possible.” Her body pulls away from yours, starring you right in the eyes.

Neither you nor Mary anticipate it. It just happens naturally, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that has fireworks exploding in your stomach. The delicate embrace is a confession of love, a promise to love each other forever, even if it’s from afar.

It’s simple, the love you share. It’s deeper than an ‘I love you’, deeper than the deepest point of the earth. And yet the simplicity didn’t explain why, how, when, or anything really. It was just there, underlying.

The two weeks are spent sharing kisses with your best friend under the sheets of her bed. Thankfully, Mary’s parents had basically unofficially adopted you, so they had no problem with you staying with them until you had to move.

Your parents barely even noticed your absence, too caught up in work to even think of you.

With everything you had to leave in Australia, you left part of your heart. The people around you, your family, and most importantly, Mary.

“Promise me you’ll go all the way beautiful. That you’ll become the best.” You whisper in her ear, about to go through security. The resentment you held for your parents had quadrupled the last few weeks, your home wasn’t in Sweden anymore, it was in Australia. It was in the form of a brown eyed beauty that had captured both your heart and soul.

“I promise lovely, I won’t let you down.” She looks around, your parents as always were preoccupied with their phones, and hers? They looked away as soon as she shot them a look.

Your person takes hold of your face and places one last kiss to your lips, taking her time to make sure you feel all her love in the kiss.

“Hey, beautiful! You’ll always be my person!” She turns around, flashing you one of her signature smiles, tears streaming down her face like they were down yours.

With one last wave, the best chapter of your life closes.

“Kom igen Y/n, det är tid att åka hem.” Your ‘mother’ tries to give you a reassuring smile, her bony hand laying on your shoulder.

It falls with a swift movement from you, tearing your shoulder away from her.

“Sverige är inte mitt hem längre M/n, Australien är.” You mutter angrily, your mother’s firm glare locked on you.

“Y/n Y/l/n, jag vet att det inte är den bästa situationen för dig just nu, men vi är dina föräldrar och vi bestämmer.” The man who dared to call himself your father told you sternly.

“Mycket till föräldrar har ni ju inte varit, en sten hade gjort ett bättre jobb än er två.” The two strangers in front of you look at each other, not caring enough to reprimand you. They didn’t know you either.

Hugging the blanket Mary had given you the night before closer to your chest, you could feel the love radiating off it.

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A few years in Sweden and you were back home, back in Australia.

As soon as you turned 18 you moved out, changing your last name to one of your grandmother's maiden name, your so called parents had nothing to do with your footballing success. After all, you had signed your first professional contract at the age of 16.

And apparently you had a worthy enough season with your team that you were called up for the World Cup.

Of course you had your emotional support blanket with you, the old thing had lost all of her scent long ago and yet it was still there with you as a good luck charm.

“Y/n how are you not falling asleep right now?” Nathalie Björn questions you, seemingly amazed by your ability to stay awake for hours upon end.

“BabyBjörn have you forgotten that I’ve done this so many times before?” She looks at you astonished, maybe you had forgotten to tell them after all…

“Did I forget to tell you all that I lived in Australia for nearly seven years?” You ask, scratching your head in confusion.

“WHAT” “NÄE DET GJORDE DU JU INTE” and more expressions of surprise cling out through the plane.

“I have pictures to back me up, wait a sec and I’ll pull them up.” Your computer holds all your old memories, all the pictures flooding from the folder you had them in.

The interested parties crowd around your seat, pushing and shoving each other for a better view.

“Right so this is at the airport, basically the only picture my biological parents took. I think I was seven there.”

You continue to click through the photos, narrating as you go along. When you eventually reach the last one, the questions start flooding in.

“Who’s that girl in all the pictures?” One of them asks, you turning to look at your captain in confusion.

“Me?”

“No, the other girl” She slaps the back of your head lightly.

“Oh, she’s the best person I’ve ever met, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her.” The soft smile that paints your lips at the thought of her made your teammates smile too.

“You were in love?” Another one of the yellow clad players asks, them all having seen the pure love in your eyes as you looked at the pictures of the girl.

“Am” The team decided to leave you alone after that, you deciding to look at the pictures in the folder once again.

“Is it just me or did that girl look like Mary Fowler?” Filippa asks Björn, the two of them agreeing silently.

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Getting knocked out in the semifinal hurt. You were nearly there, in the final. But now you had no choice but to settle for the bronze medal match.

Like usual, you were starting on the bench. You couldn’t even be mad at the decision, Zesse had been playing magnificently all tournament long.

As the first goal came along you were screaming and jumping up from your seat, causing complete ruckus. One step closer to victory.

At halftime the elation can be felt all throughout the locker room, many slapping Zesse’s back for her incredible saves so far. The tactics and pep talk reinforces the spirit of the team before the second half begins.

In the 47th minute the host country gets a corner, a corner that results in your goalie laying on the pitch, clutching her head.

The medics are out quick, your coach looking at you.

“Y/n, go stretch, you’re going on.” The coach tells you, the bright bib being pulled off hastily. The substitution board goes up, showing off your number to be subbed in.

You feel the eyes of thousands on you, maybe the most people you’d ever had look at you, and yet her eyes are the ones you want to look at you the most.

The eyes that captured your soul all those years ago, the eyes you ultimately met when you walked past her and onto the pitch. The eyes that didn’t quite seem to recognize you fully, the eyes that scanned your tall frame.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of Australians, you had what might’ve been the best game of your lifetime, leading your team to victory over the hosting nation.

Loud cheers in Swedish follow the three loud beeps of the whistle, the bronze medal finally yours. You run towards your friends, capturing them in big bear hugs and spinning them around.

But when you look at the Australians, more specifically Mary, you don’t have it in you to celebrate anymore. Instead you approach a few of them who are standing up, conversing quietly with tentative steps.

You speak up quietly, telling them that they did amazingly and even getting a few compliments in return. But the women could see that your eyes were drifting away from them every few seconds and towards one of their teammates. Excusing yourself politely, you make your way over to her sitting form.

You plop yourself down beside her, arms over your knees as your fingers pick at the grass. You can feel her eyes studying you, looking at your side profile.

“I’m sorry for not keeping in touch with you beautiful, it was pretty hard when you didn’t have a phone.” Your eyes are fixated on a ball in the distance.

Her sniffles remind you of when you told her you were moving, only this time it’s you who pulls her crying form into your now taller body.

It’s only when you look into her eyes properly that she seems to recognise you fully.

“Y/n?!” Reminiscent of all those times when you were younger, the older girl throws herself into your arms, yours wrapping around her protectively. Her tears wets the skin between your shoulder and neck, the two of you laying on a pitch like you always had been.

“I know pretty girl, we haven’t seen each other in a long time.” She smiles up at you, rolling off your body and onto the floor.

Holding hands, the two of you can’t help but catch up. It had been a few years since you’d talked after all.

“I’m proud of you and the person you’ve turned out to be, Y/n.” The tear that falls down your cheek is wiped away by the girl, hands warm as ever.

“I’m proud of you too, Mary.”

“Can I get your shirt?” She asks timidly, hands fiddling with her own.

“Of course love” Taking it off and handing it to her, you’re standing in only the usual sports bra, waiting for her to give you the Australian jersey that sits upon her shoulders. Instead you see her eyes shifting to the left, mischievous spark lighting them up.

In a millisecond, she takes off running with your shirt still in her hand. Chasing after her, you’re not nearly as fast as the forward and still you chase her, yearning for the usual laughter that follows it.

The freeing feeling of running around the pitch catches up to you, Mary’s laughter echoing in your ears. It makes you laugh too, in the end you’re both laying on the ground laughing like maniacs.

“Can I get your jersey now, beautiful?” You ask when the laughter has died down, her hands moving to peel her jersey from her body. When it’s off she hands it to you, putting yours on.

“You look good in Swedish colours, beautiful.” You kiss her hand softly, twirling her around so that you can see her from all angles.

“And you’d look even better in Aussie ones, love.” You hummed in response, looking around at your teammates who had looked on in confusion.

“I think we might need to tell them all why we’re hugging and laughing” Her hands clutch onto your arm as you lead her over to your team.

"Tjejer, det här är flickan från bilderna.” You tell them, the girl beside you waving timidly in your goalkeeper kit.

“Hej!” She says, the other women around you lighting up at her use of the Swedish greeting.

As everyone else is talking with your girl, you can’t take your eyes off her. But you do see the satisfied expression on Angeldahl’s face as she nods to Björn. Those two were always up to something…

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Translations;

Kom igen Y/n, det är tid att åka hem - Come on Y/n, it's time to go home.

Sverige är inte mitt hem längre M/n, Australien är - Sweden's not my home anymore M/n, Australia is

Y/n Y/l/n, jag vet att det inte är den bästa situationen för dig just nu, men vi är dina föräldrar och vi bestämmer - Y/n Y/l/n, I know that this situation isn't ideal for you, bur we're your parents and we decide what's best.

Mycket till föräldrar har ni ju inte varit, en sten hade gjort ett bättre jobb än er två. - You two are barely my parents, a rock could've done a better job at raising me than you two.

BabyBjörn - a type of baby carrier from sweden

NÄE DET GJORDE DU JU INTE - NO YOU DIDN'T

Hej - Hi

#woso x reader #auswnt x reader #aussie week #mary fowler #mary fowler x reader #auswnt #woso #woso imagines

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maybe, just maybe

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

Summary: The consequences of confessing your feelings to someone else then having Carol find out about it too.

Warning: (18+), fluff | 2k words

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Cardboard boxes in tones of brown and some appeared with faded graphics in various dimensions were allocated in the spacious kitchen. The style of the room follows a touch of a classic American kitchen, and the few selections of modern electronics. However, the attractive space looked messier at that moment. Boxes stacked over the other, some unpacked with objects laid untidily on the counter top, plates and bowls placed hazardously by the edge of the kitchen sink.

Amidst the apparent chaos that occurs while moving from one location to another, or for this specific case, one spaceship to a landed house—you had found solace by the window, and was seated comfortably on the chair opposite the petite wooden table.

The pictures that were scattered in front of you, holds a vast contrast from the ebony shade table. Old and new, tattered at certain edges, white uneven stripes from folding and unfolding the pictures, and the coarse texture on some as your fingers tenderly trace these memories. A glimpse of life capture through pieces of photograph, the ones you knew and the ones only spoken through elapsed memories. This was all, irreplaceable memories that your heart couldn’t fathom discarding from probing through the box labelled with pictres.

The utter look of concentration on Carol’s face as she wrote that word still lingers warmly in your mind. It diminished into a sweet smile when she noticed your attention on her. You had perceived her mistake after she had proudly pointed towards the rows of labelled boxes. The furrows of her eyebrows after, it didn’t provide an answer as to why you were trying to stop yourself from laughing.

Alike the picture you were admiring, Carol holds a similar emphasis of sweetness in her smile. It was different in some ways, older by years or grown with experience. Though, her smile still hints at her tender heart, someone who’s ready to risk her life for those she loves or simply those who she knew deserves more than corruption. Carol was the same in some ways, opting to fix mistakes that wasn’t hers, and accepting the ones triggered by her own hands.

The soft patter of feet on the wooden floor doesn’t halt your sheer admiration for the pictured woman. It was sounds, the taps of something, but nothing compared to the thoughts that flows through in your mind.

What was so funny that this picture appeared in blurry display of wide smiles? Why was she feigning annoyance while her eyes exhibited such joy? What song was playing here that she was smiling till the lines by her mouth appeared in utter delight?

Questions flows through one after another. Many of which would remain the same. Questions asked for your heart, in your mind, and never for her to hear.

“You should tell her how you feel.”

A shriek erupts from your throat. One hand hastily clutching a picture while the other laid flat on your chest, where your heart beats piercingly.

The reason, Aunty Maneaba standing by the kitchen entrance with a large copper plate in her hands.

“Aunty!” you groaned, wide eyes meeting those glinting in amusement. “Are you trying to kill me? Don’t sneak up on people like that! I’m still too young!”

Muneeba laughed and shakes her head at the noticeable shock on your face. She continued her purpose of arranging the items in the kitchen or pretended, the assumption made by her eyes peering over each item she picked to observe you. Silence engulfs the space, besides for the sound of cardboard scrapping over the other and the clatter of silverware.

A gentle smile resurfaced on your face as your gaze fell upon a photograph of Carol and a very unimpressed Goose. The feelings rushed through like they had never left.

It’s perfect.

If you haven’t noticed the attentive gaze established on you, if you had pretended that the task in your hands was far more important than casual conversations, and if you didn’t contemplate the words spoken from someone who you considered family.

Aunty Muneeba wasn’t of your blood, but she treated you as part of her family. The relationship begun at the peak of life and death, flattering to inviting you for dinner at her home and providing a shoulder of comfort for hours when you missed days that was saturated in innocence.

“Don’t look at me like that, beta. It’s your life, who am I to judge?” Muneeba addressed, her gaze fell on the pictures then meeting your eyes again.

You weren’t aware when your round eyes had shifted to her. The look of confusion, worry, and feelings that left you unable to express yourself correctly. You tried ignoring her presence by arranging the pictures into a stack, but the hum that resonates through her throat and a sigh that leaves yours, doesn’t allow it.

“It’s not— why are you,” you paused as your tongue tucked behind your teeth.

“You know how Kamala is, always blabbering about Captain Marvel this, Captain Marvel that, Carol and Y/n should date…” her eyebrows arched, as if challenging you to continue the lines of apparent lies that she caught.

Embarrassment floods your body with warmth. The hesitate shake of your head doesn’t attest to your denial. “Auntyji, it’s not like that. We’re just good friends!” you excused, emphasising your respect for her with the given term.

A scoffed was met by your rambles that soon followed. “Ha ha ha, sure beta, very good friends. Me and your uncle are good friends too,” she grumbled while advancing to where you sat, and takes the empty seat opposite you. “Now, tell me, who taught you to tell lies because you are terrible at it.”

You allow yourself to laugh as the teasing glint in her eyes returned, dismissing the incited tense moment. “For your information, I hate lying.”

Muneeba’s hand reached for yours. The gesture mimic one shared between a mother and her child. “It’s not wrong to like the girl. I can understand why you’re so attracted to her. Carol is a very nice girl.”

The shaky breath that released from your throat, equals with the trembles of your hands to your heart that wasn’t expecting for such conversation to happen. It was a secret attraction. You were quiet about it.

It just feels that, falling for someone like Carol—the fall doesn’t ever reach an end and neither would those arms embrace your body.

“Didn’t you threatened Carol like a few days ago?” you questioned. “I think there was a threat in there for me too.”

Muneeba rolled her eyes then she stared at you, her gaze softening at your attempt of diverting the conversation. “That was before you became family.”

You struggled to hold yourself from shedding those tears awoken by her gesture. Another excuse almost slips from your mouth, but she manages to hold her glare on you with a look that both provided you comfort and made your nervous.

Maybe Kamala wasn’t lying about her mother’s special ability.

“Okay, fine. I have feelings for Carol, very deep feelings that my heart hurts when I’m away from her,” you confessed, a single tear escapes as pathetically rushed to wipe your cheek.

It's silent for a moment. A deep breath from you, the proud smile on her face, and the unexpected voice that followed with a taunting question.

“You have feelings for me?”

The found solace disrupted at first by your aunt’s confrontation then this, the undesirable revelation to said person who was the reason of such conversation. It triggers the abrupt beats of your heart, abandoned were your hands to their own agony while Muneeba seems to assume it was the best by the show of her thumbs up, accompanied by a reassuring smile as you actively tried delaying her escape.

“What Yusuf? I’m coming!” she proclaimed, and shared a look that conveyed the necessity for you to speak about your feeling for Carol.

You take a deep breath after her departure. The fire instigated at your confession only stirs the uneasiness in your chest as your head hangs low, unwilling to meet the gentle eyes swirling in hues of brown, or any sort of reject exposed by the look on her face.

“You heard everything?” you had timidly asked, hands absently spreading widely on the table as an attempt to find stillness from the horrid circumstance. “Let’s pretend that it didn’t happen. Yeah? Anyway, I need to find Kamala because it’s getting too quiet, and you know it’s never a good thing when—”

Rambles of words that spew from your mouth in rapid speed. Body following the same pace as you stood, pushing the chair back and cringing at the scratchy sound that reverberates, it worsens as your hurried steps caused your body to almost knock into the blonde that hastily held onto your waist.

Carol had stepped forward at the correct moment. Cold hands pressed familiarly by each side of your waist, far too knowing of that affectionate touch that settled your thrashing heart and mind for a moment.

“No,” Carol spoke with the soft shake of her head as she continued, “You said you have feelings for me.”

Those warm eyes remained on yours, seemingly staring into your soul that you found yourself tracing each spec of brown hues in her eyes, noticing the way her pupils were widen or how her eyes were so attentively on you, admiring the way the sun had shone perfectly on her glowing skin, how her golden hair appeared so soft that you wondered how it felt for your fingers to thread through—

A soft whisper of your name had forced your gaze to shift to her mouth, focusing on the curl of her lips or how she parted her mouth to speak. Another murmur of your name and you meet her eyes again.

“Maybe,” you breathed out.

The attempt of looking away had met with failure. It wasn’t easy, not when her eyes and embrace felt strangely familiar. Like a feeling of home was roused by her sheer presence. An addicting feeling that lured your body closer, despite the uncertain steps backward.

“Maybe?” Carol questioned, a conflicted tone in her voice. “Just maybe?”

It shouldn’t be that hard, to agree with her question and make an exit with reasons of searching for the young girl. But why was she smiling at you? What was the reason for the teasing glint in her eyes as she muttered the same word of maybe?

“If I was to ask…for a kiss…you wouldn’t say no?”

However, the response comes so naturally as you smiled at her.

“Nah, I wouldn’t kiss you just cause you’re Captain Marvel.”

The teasing begins at that moment, shy smiles equip with the tender touch of her hands over your waist then one raised to your cheek, warmly stroking the skin beneath her pad of her fingers. It’s so easy for you to lean into her touch that blooms a contented warmth in your chest.

“Would you kiss me if I’m Carol Danvers, and I’ve had the biggest crush on you since the first time you fixed my ship?” Carol’s voice wavered slightly at the question.

You swallowed thickly. “I— you don’t— okay, Carol— you really don’t have to pretend, alright, it’s fine—”

The half-spoken words were halted by Carol pressing her forefinger over your lips. Her touch felt soft and feather like. It’s so intimate, so concentrated, that you felt the line print at the pad of her finger, and the rough skin at one corner of her finger.

You heard yourself inhale sharply and the thumps of your heart sounding so clear. As your mouth parted slightly, her hand glides across the curve of your jaw and her body shifted closer. Carol’s hand pressed firmly on your cheek, it trembles for the mere seconds or was it your body reacting to the unanticipated affection. Her palm was cold, then it wasn’t. Perhaps, the warmth that radiates through your body had engulf the cold from her, and you leaned into that singular touch.

Carol stood there. One hand pressed on your cheek while the other grasping your waist, holding your body from collapsing. Her breaths unite with yours, sounding swallow and shaky. It’s hard to comprehend the thrashing feeling in your chest that seems to shift between calm and absolute panic.

It's a fleeting moment—but you perceived the way her gaze had searched for your own then flickered lower to where your mouth remained speechless and lingering for seconds, before returning to start into yours wondering eyes.

To cry, to laugh, to scream…

Instead, your eyes fluttered closed, basking in the goosebumps that appeared on your skin, and the scent of her shampoo that drift through the air as she stepped closer, and you didn’t move this time. The front of her body and yours pressed together.

This was your day dream—Carol wanting you the same way, Carol feeling the similar thumps that resonates through your chest, Carol holding you in ways that doesn’t signify a friendship, Carol having these deep feelings that she was confidently acting upon—and you thought of how this felt perfect.

When your eyes fluttered open, Carol face was the first sight that encouraged the smile on your face, and she was smiling too, despite inching back slightly, doubt creasing her forehead with crooked lines. You realise that she was waiting for answer or a permission. Carol had to know that you wanted this, the intimate touch of her skin over yours, the space that plead to be bridged.

It begins at first with the nod of your head to ensure her then your hands grasped her cheeks and the push of two bodies as your mouth touched hers. You kissed her. A tender trace of lips and the sharp breath from her, then she seemed to leaned back like she was trying to remember the moment.

Was she equally as shock? Did she dreamed of this countless times before that she wouldn’t survive if it wasn’t real? Why was she gawking at you after the shared kiss?

At this point, you would have roused awake with an ache in your chest. Another dream that instigated the reality of your feelings for her. However, this wasn’t another tale dreamed throughout your days together, it was real when she kissed you next. Carol exhaled into your mouth, sliding her body into yours that you wouldn’t know where she started and where you ended.

Her mouth closed around your bottom lip, stirring sounds from you that resonates from your mouth to hers. Fingers threading through her golden hair, one hand pressed at the nape of her neck, and fully feeling like each kiss was the needed breath of air. It’s perfect. The feeling that was once flickers of hopeful thoughts, now appeared in tangible touch.

The soft knocks through a wooden door or the low gasps that followed, neither providing such significant where all that you heart and felt was her. The hands guiding you into her, ready to swallow every sound that erupts from you as her mouth plants one kiss after another. Wordlessly sealing the confession that was expressed in a kitchen that held two hearts blooming in robust feelings for each other.

The murmurs of a confession were shared your lips parted away from her. “I really do like you.”

Something seems to spark from within her as she kissed you again and you felt the smile on her face that transfers into yours. It wasn’t possible, it shouldn’t be, but you felt the sheer bliss that was dispense at your final confession. Another chaste kiss was shared before she leaned her forehead against yours, and both eyes shut closed to savour the significant moment.

Carol’s hands fondly caress your face while your hands were clasped behind her neck. It’s intimate, the embrace of bodies, the space that ceased to exist, the lacked feeling of awkwardness because this was the most pleasant feeling. The sheer act of familiarity and comfort from the first kiss to the next.

“I’m really happy,” her voice carried a tone of vulnerability as she spoke. “Maybe…I like you more than just liking you,” and with that confession, you pushed her shoulder back slightly to fully observe every little notion on her face.

The furrows of your eyebrows were softened by her thumb while you were simply trying to understand if her confession was the same that you had known for yourself. That aching feeling you feared and still couldn’t disregard.

It was like, Carol was ready to confess that she loved you too. That each pulse in her body was accompanied by love for you, she loved you, Carol loves you—

“AWWWW!”

Your head snapped towards the abrupt sound and met the scene of the Khan family gawking at the exchange with the look of excitement and embarrassment on their face. The warmth that rushed to your cheeks seems familiarised when you felt Carol’s hand grasping yours. A common act for your eyes to meet hers that was already staring at the family.

“I told you! Just tell the lovely girl about how you feel…”

The roars of conversation followed at that, some arguing of their success while the other gushing of the confession they had witness. As if, you weren’t there or that Carol wasn’t staring at you like you were the only person there, like she was so impatient for you to know that her heart felt the same too.

Carol tugs your hand and her eyes pointed towards the other exit as you both silently walked out the kitchen and left the eager family to their argument for helping you both.

For once, it wasn’t a feeble dream. Proven once again by the kiss shared outside the kitchen, and the one pressed over your linked hands. Carol whispered of that blooming feeling which you swore upon seconds after, and kissing her to fully express how this was it—everything and more.

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#carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x you #carol danvers imagine #captain marvel x you #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel imagine

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forcecaptainnoceda · 6 months

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Oooh Sonnett gf insta

POV your camera roll as Sonnet’s gf;

#woso x reader #woso #emily sonnett #woso fanfics #emily sonnet x reader #uswnt

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Hey so I know that I already sent an ask for a Chandler’s sister!reader but I was wondering if I could send another one? If not that’s fine!!

But if it is, then could you write some headcanons or an imagine about the reader being Chandler Bing’s sister and embarrassing him by telling a bunch of silly stories from their childhood?

I'd love to, thank you for requesting :))

I'm so sorry it just is here now. I've had this in my drafts for so long but didn't finish it until now. And I hate that it is that short but I still hope you enjoy it :)

it all started one day when Rachel asked you how Chandler really was as a child

Chandler also being in the room immediantly screaming and shouting nonesense

"WE TALKED ABOUT THIS" "We didn't, just your brain decided it was okay without asking me it was okay!!!" "I THINK IT IS OKAY TO NOW WANT TO HEAR STORIES ABOUT ME" "Well then i will kindly ask you to leave this room, sir. There is the door. Should I help you or are you capable of doing it yourself."

Chandler huffing but still staying in Monica's apartment

"You know Chandler is not here, so drop the stories." ~ Monica

"Okay, so one time our father made Chandler dress up as a prety princess and made him -"

"I heard you talkin' shit about me, missy, yeah I'm talking to you SISTER!"

"Hey, you gonna tell us later, right?", Pheobe whispers to you

you just wink and show her thumbs up "Of course."

when you finally got to tell the story to them they started laughing and made a few hints to Chandler about it

Once he finally catched up on it he looked at you as if you had betrayed him

Let's just say he didn't talk to you for one week and at the end of it the group also knew one or two stories about you

#friends imagine #friends imagines #friends x reader #friends x you #friends x y/n #chandler x sister!reader #chandler bing x sister!reader #chandler bing x you #chandler bing x reader #chandler bing x y/n

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Curled Up Together (Leonora Lesso x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Sharing a bed with you was not something Lesso ever wanted to do.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: Some swearing

Lesso was going to curse Dovey. There was no two ways about it. No one would be able to convince her otherwise because she had been dropped in her own personal version of hell and it was all Dovey’s fault.

You sighed and she froze. Eyes dragging down to you she felt her jaw clench. You were curled up on your side, facing towards her, and she had no idea how you were asleep. It seemed sharing a bed with the Dean for the School of Evil had no effect on you and it made her blood boil.

In the moonlight she could see the curve of your eyebrow, the shadows from your eyelashes on your cheek, the thin skin of your eyelids moving as you dreamt. You were heartbreakingly beautiful in sleep and you’d never know.

Dovey had done this. Dovey had forced the two of you to take the room together by her inability to be accommodating. Dovey was at fault for the absolute hell she was going through.

She couldn’t help but take another glance at you. Your lips were parted, looking entirely too tempting, and your breathing was even. She could feel the ghost of your breath on her shoulder. your body heat rolled towards her under the covers and suddenly it was hard for her to breathe. You were close enough to touch.

She rolled over, presenting her back to you, tugging on the covers to try and take more than her fair share. You made a small noise but that was it. Even in sleep you never fought back with her. You remained calm and still, letting her do as she wished until she tired herself out. It infuriated her. It intrigued her. She wanted more of it.

She felt you shuffle over the mattress. Your fingers brushed against her back and your breath ghosted over her neck. She froze again, hoping you would move away. You only shuffled closer, seeking out the warmth she had stolen from you.

Oh yes, this was all Dovey’s fault. Just because the leaking roof had displaced you both from your rooms over in the other school didn’t mean Dovey could shove you into a room together that happened to only have one bed. As if the pink frills weren’t enough. She was being tortured for an evil she had committed. That had to be what this was.

She practically jumped out of the bed when she felt your nose brush against the back of her neck. On the furtherest edge of the bed, she clung to the mattress to keep from toppling out all together, but she had to put some space between the two of you or she would go mad.

Dovey must have seen the way her eyes lingered on you whenever you were in the room. She must had heard the soft tone in her voice whenever your name came up. She must have watched the way she smiled when you talked to her.

Yes, this had to be some devious match making plan on the part of the other dean. There was no doubt about it. She probably thought she was doing the right thing, but was only making it worse. There was no way this ended well for anyone.

You hadn’t seemed to have noticed any of those things. You’d been oblivious to the way you snagged her attention, the way you occupied a different part of her brain to everyone else, the way you were special. You had no idea Leonora had a crush on you and she was hoping to keep it that way.

You grumbled something, shifting even closer to her warm body. She couldn’t move lest she fall out of the bed, but you were right there and just the brush of skin would make her head spin. Another grumble fell from your lips, ending in a sigh. You shifted again, giving her a little more room, but then you stilled.

“Am I pushing you out of the bed?” you asked, voice slurring from sleep.

“Not at all,” she replied stiffly.

“You’re about to fall out.”

Your hand shot out in the dark, snagging her wrist. You tugged and she let you pull her back onto the bed properly. With the other hand you rubbed at your eye. In the moonlight she’d never seen anything more beautiful than a sleep rumpled you.

“Did you steal all the covers?” you asked.

“Well, I am evil, love,” she said then immediately regretted the use of a pet name.

“Then I should have pushed you out of the bed.” Your lazy smile made her heart constrict painfully.

“You little demon,” she groused but there was no fire behind it. It was shockingly close to fondness. You blinked at her and if she’d less control over herself then her cheeks might have flushed.

“If you give them back I’ll stop pushing you out,” you bargained.

She sighed, redistributing the covers until you were covered too. You let out a contented sigh, snuggling down into the soft mattress again. She turned her head to look at you, only to find your eyes already watching her, peeking just out from the top of the covers.

“You’ll never sleep if you don’t relax,” you eventually said.

“You’ll have to excuse me if sharing a bed with someone is less than ideal for me,” she snapped.

“Sorry.”

She fought against the impulse to pinch the bridge of her nose. Your eyes were wide and worried, a flash of hurt passing over them. You shuffled away from her, giving her even more space. The gap between your bodies was a gaping hole, and there was a moment of desperate disappointment seizing her.

But she couldn’t apologise. The Dean of Evil didn’t apologise for hurt feelings. That would be a step too far. And would definitely let you know about her feelings. Which she did not want in any way, shape, or form.

“If you want I can make up a bed on the floor? Let you have the bed to yourself,” you offered, sitting up, covers pooling around your waist.

In the moonlight, your skin practically glowed. Long arms and low cut chemise. It was a veritable feast for her eyes and it was with great effort that she pulled her eyes away. Rumpled hair fell about your shoulders and her mouth grew dry.

“That’s not necessary,” she managed to spit out.

You looked down at her, bottom lip worried between teeth. She would have groaned at the sight if not for the fact that you would hear.

“I don’t want to be the reason you’re crankier than usual in the morning,” you said. Her heart thumped extra hard as a small sparkle lit up your eyes.

Her hand shot up, grasping your shoulder. Your warm skin under the touch of her fingers had her digging her nails in, surprised at her reaction. The shoulder wasn’t a particularly sexual body part, but your skin was soft and delicate and she wanted to sink her teeth into it.

She tugged you down, until you were lying beside her again. You huffed out a laugh and that sent a thrill through her. Dovey could never get such a sound from you. In the shadow of night it went right through her, so intimate, so close. Her fingers were still on your shoulder. She retracted them, almost caressing your skin as she took her hand back. Your laughter cut off and your eyes turned to her.

“Sleep,” she commanded, turning away from you.

“Goodnight, Lady Lesso,” you whispered across the space.

She did her best to ignore you. You shifted, then again, a tug on the covers, before you grew still. She listened to your breathing slowly evening out, trying to pace her own to yours. Maybe it helped. With her eyes squeezed closed she could feel her muscles begin to relax, the sound of your breathing helping lull her to sleep.

When Lesso awoke, she was warm and comfortable. Arms curled around her waist and there was a nose softly brushing against the skin of her neck. Something soft pressed along her spine, shifting closer, legs tangling together. Her entire body felt as if it was melting into the mattress and for the first time ever she hadn’t woken up grumpier than she’d gone to bed. She allowed the other body to curl around her, drifting back into a doze.

A soft murmur, lips brushing over her shoulder, fingertips slipping under the hem of her shirt to rest on the soft skin of her stomach. She arched into the touch, not bothering to think about it too much, enjoying the feeling of it. Like electricity on her skin, burrowing into her veins to set her alight.

“Lesso,” you sighed, sweet and drowsy, lips managing to brush the skin of her neck, body pressing into her.

Her eyes snapped opened and she froze. The lazy relaxation in her muscles was gone, and her mind was already racing. You sighed her named again, pressing closer, pulling her towards you. Your hand slipped further up her body, flames licking through the ice settling in her veins.

She considered pulling out of your hold, unsure if you were awake or not. If you were, she would have to face the fact she had slept wrapped up in your arms, if you weren’t there was no way of getting out without waking you up. There was no winning.

“Relax,” you murmured, and she wondered if she was being tortured for something. The drowsy timbre of your voice was addictive, rough like sandpaper and yet soft like silk.

Your arms tightened around her, nose running along the length of her neck. Your lips brushed along her pulse point and she shivered. You hummed, melting against her again.

“Stop it,” she snapped, pulling out of your hold.

She sat up, staring down at you, cheeks flushing and eyes flashing. Your mouth had fallen open, eyes widening, and you looked like every single one of those princesses in the other school, waiting to be saved by their princes.

She was no prince.

“Don’t touch me,” she growled.

“Sorry,” you said, scrambling away from her, “sorry.”

��Just…” She pressed the hell of her palms to her eyes, “fuck.”

She felt you jump before a thump sounded in the room, loud and all consuming. Looking up, she found you on the ground beside the bed, looking surprised at your own predicament. Laughter bubbled over her lips, and despite the embarrassment and fear curdling in her stomach, she couldn’t help it. The look on your face was perhaps the most adorable thing she’d ever seen.

Which, being the Dean of Evil, should not have made her begin to relax at all.

“Come on.”

She extended her hand, offering you help back onto the mattress and off the cold, hard floor. Your hand in hers reminded her of the feeling of your fingers on her stomach. She pulled you up, a little harder than she meant to, sending you toppling towards her. An arm caught you around the waist, and Lesso realised being pressed against you from the front was just as intoxicating as from the back.

Her eyes met yours, and for the first time it was as if she could consider that maybe whatever was going through your head might be close to what was going through hers. You were staring at her, lips parted, eyes molten. Her arm tightened around your waist.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

You tried to pull out of her arms. She refused, tightening it further until the space between the two of you had disappeared. Staring down at you, she was trying to read the emotion in your eyes behind the rising panic.

“I don’t…” You struggled against her hold, “it’s… I’m just… It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” she replied, voice lowering into something resembling gravel.

“It is.” Your voice was getting higher.

“I’m telling you it’s not,” she growled.

“I’m sorry.”

“Fuck this.”

She grasped your face, pulling you in for a long drawn out kiss. There was a moment, one she knew would be burned into her brain, when you melted against her, hands seeking out her waist. She shivered when your hands found their way under her shirt again, seeking out warm skin to map.

Your tongue brushed against her lower lip, and she groaned. She couldn’t stop touching you, wanting to know every single inch of you with the same intimacy she had with villainy. Your hands were strong as they pushed her back, straddling her lap as you kissed her deeper. Her fingers trailed up your legs, pushing past the hem of your nightgown and you whimpered. You actually whimpered.

She was going to have to remember that for next time.

Your lips were trailing down her neck, finding her pulse point again. Your hands were pushing further up her shirt, exposing her skin to the cool morning air. Your name fell from her lips like a prayer and she was ready to worship you.

“I’m glad I convinced Dovey to put us into one room,” you murmured into the skin of her neck.

“Yes,” she hissed before the words managed to penetrate the cloud of lust, “what?”

She sat up so suddenly you fell back, landing on her shins. She was glaring at you, and all you did was smile. It was infuriating. Anyone else would cower under that look but you seemed to preen.

“You asked Dovey to put us into this room together?” she demanded.

“It wasn’t so much asking. More like, dropping subtle hints for weeks until she thought it was her own idea,” you replied with a small shrug and a mischievous smile.

“That’s devious.” She couldn’t help the grin spreading over her own face.

“Do I pass?” you asked, sliding up her legs again until you were in her lap.

“Top of the class,” she replied, leaning towards you.

Her next kiss was searing, wanting you to feel the fire you’d ignited in her. So soft, so seemingly innocent, so beautiful. She’d never wanted anything more than she wanted you. You moaned into her mouth, fanning the flames until she felt a desperation she was unused to. She wanted you in every possible way, at every moment of the day, for the rest of forever.

Which, if she thought too much about it, would feel entirely too much like the true love those simpering Evers craved so much.

#lady lesso imagine #lady lesso x reader #lady lesso #leonora lesso imagine #leonora lesso x reader

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