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girlgenius1111 · 3 months

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miscommunications + conversations

alexia x reader alexia has practically stopped speaking in the wake of her second surgery. it's stressing you out, but you don't quite know how to tell her. she gets it out of you anyway. mentioned this the other day, but changed the title :) angst x fluff

"Do you need anything?" You asked, rising from your spot on the couch a safe distance away from your incredibly grouchy girlfriend.

"No." She responded, barely turning her attention away from the old match she had playing on her ipad. You sighed, realizing that it was the match against Benfica. Again. She'd been playing it over and over since her injury, in an almost obsessive manner. You'd said something about it, but she'd simply fixed you with the glare you'd become quite familiar with, and you'd dropped the subject.

Alexia wasn't an easy patient. You'd known this before her second knee surgery, but you were still astounded at how stubborn she was being. She'd barely spoken more than a word to you in weeks, and even though she pulled you close into her at night when she thought you were asleep, you hadn't ever felt like such a failure in your entire life.

Alexia wasn't okay, and she needed something. Something that you couldn't figure out, something you weren't giving her. It was driving you crazy, this feeling of inadequacy.

You were tired, worried, tired of being worried, stressed, and in need of a break. From anything, any one of your responsibilities.

You'd had a lengthy double session today, followed by a long time in the film room reviewing the last match. You'd looked forward to coming home and relaxing all day, but now that you were here, the distance between you and your girlfriend felt suffocating. It was all too much; Alexia acting like a robot, half the team being injured, game after game scheduled for the next week. You felt so stressed you thought your bones might literally shatter under the pressure.

After another rejection of conversation from Alexia, you knew you had to get out of the house before you broke down and cried in front of her. It wasn't her fault you weren't doing a good enough job taking care of her. It wasn't her fault you were so exhausted, every movement was difficult, even though you couldn't, for the life of you, sleep.

You didn't see Alexia look up after you as you left, walking back into the bedroom and pulling your phone out. You clicked the contact you were looking for, hoping she'd answer, and hoping she'd be willing to help you out today.

"Hola."

"Mapi, can you come over and sit with Ale for a bit?"

"Sí, of course. Is everything all right?" Mapi replied, usual joking manner replaced with a sympathetic one. Mapi knew all too well how Alexia was acting.

'Yeah, yeah. I just need a break." You explained. Mapi said she understood, and promised that she'd be there soon. She didn't live far, and you took a few calming breaths in the bedroom, before stepping back out to where Alexia was sitting. This time, she did look up at you, her face scrunching in concern when she noticed just how drained you looked.

It wasn't the first time she'd noticed that you were struggling, but every time she brought it up, the only time you really got more than a few words out of her at once, you turned the conversation around, trying to get her to open up to you. She hadn't missed this, but she assumed that you'd tell her what was going on when you felt ready. Alexia didn't quite seem to realize the effect her cold behavior was having on you.

"I'm gonna go run some errands. Mapi will be here in a bit, and I'll be back in a couple hours." You explained shortly, pressing a kiss onto Alexia's soft lips, and slipping out the door before she could say anything.

Once you were out the door, all bets were off, and you felt tears pooling in your eyes. It was a good thing you hadn't waited for Mapi to arrive, because you wouldn't have made it that long without breaking down in front of her, and that would have just been embarrassing.

Although, getting in the car and driving to an empty parking lot to cry wasn't really any less embarrassing.

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You came back from your rather pathetic drive, and walked into the house, finding your girlfriend in deep discussion with her best friend. Though you felt marginally better, you realized you'd forgotten something rather important; crying in your car for an hour would leave you with red and puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks. You hadn't done anything to hide the evidence.

This was clear when both girls stopped talking and looked at you, faces heavy with concern. Mapi stood, crossed the room as quickly as she could on crutches, and pulled you into a hug. The words she whispered in your ear were only for you to hear.

"Talk to your girlfriend. She's going crazy not knowing what's wrong with you."

You sighed, nodding slightly as you led Mapi to the door, waving to Ingrid, biting your tongue to avoid telling Mapi that you hoped she enjoyed her playdate. You and Ingrid had been making the joke for weeks, driving your respective girlfriend's back and forth to each other as they couldn't drive, feeling like parents of 2 very grumpy children.

When you returned to the living room, to Alexia, she was sitting on the couch with her arms crossed over her chest, knee extended in front of her, looking carefully at you. She looked like Alexia again, her hazel eyes looking somehow both sternly and softly at you.

"If I left the house to cry, you would kill me in my sleep."

She wasn't wrong. You were on Alexia all the time about being more vulnerable with you. It was possible, you supposed, that you were being a bit of a hypocrite.

"I didn't leave to go cry, I left, and I cried. It was coincidental." You argued back, sitting next to her on the couch, and taking her outstretched hand. Hers was so much larger than yours, and it encapsulated it completely, the rough calluses and the tight hold she had on you making you feel inexplicably safe.

"I do not believe you. You have been upset all week, and you refused to tell me why. You call Mapi to come babysit me, you make up an errand to run, and you go cry in your car. When you are upset, you are supposed to tell me, so I can help."

You looked away from her, the extent to which she knew you being slightly overwhelming. Of course she'd known you were upset, and of course she hadn't pushed too hard. Alexia was perfect in that way, always knowing what you needed.

"Mírame," Alexia rasped and you turned towards her, lip wobbling as you finally met her gaze. "Amor," she sighed, pulling you in until you collapsed against her chest. It was a familiar position, with your head resting against her sternum, her arms holding you close. It felt like it had been ages since she’d held you, and you curled into her, clutching tightly onto the green hoodie she was wearing, feeling her lips press softly onto the top of your head.

You still weren’t fully sold on breaking down in front of her, not when she was the one who had every right to be upset and angry with the world. You had thought, too, that you were all cried out. Unfortunately not, as you took several stuttering breaths trying to stave off your sobs before they really even started.

Alexia stroked your hair, scolding you very gently. “No, stop that. Cry if you need to, mi amor. You can always feel what you need to feel when you are with me, sí?”

You tried to pull away, but Alexia was too strong, keeping you stubbornly pressed to her chest.“I can’t, Ale, you-”

“Forget about me. You need to cry, you need me to hold you. We worry about you right now. Not me.” The blonde insisted, her hand sliding up your shirt, blunt nails scratching lightly over your back. She was pulling out every trick she knew to make you fall limp against her, doing everything she could to get you to let go, let her be strong for you when you were always so strong for her.

You spent the next few minutes almost crying, almost letting go, but not quite. Your hands were fisted in the fabric of Alexia’s sweatshirt, and even though she was telling you that it was okay, you couldn’t stop yourself from fighting against the flood of emotion rushing through you.

“Mi niña bonita, it’s okay. You’re safe to feel what you need, amor, please.”

“I can’t Ale,” you whimpered, allowing Alexia’s hand to tilt your chin up away from her chest, towards her face.

“Why?” She asked, so gently, so adoringly, that you felt a piece of your heart stitch itself back together.

“You need me to be strong.”

Alexia shook her head. “No, I need you to be okay. And you are not right now, are you?”

You responded hesitantly, although you had no argument against her. It was rather evident that you were far from okay. “No.”

“No.” Alexia repeated, her thumb rubbing little circles into your cheekbone. “You do not need to pretend with me. You have been so perfect, so strong. Let me be strong for you now, okay? Please?”

Something in her voice, the pleading edge to it, broke you, and you rested your forehead back against your girlfriend’s chest, body trembling harshly with sobs. You inhaled deep gasps of Alexia’s perfume in between your cries, and tried to let it wash over you, as her words were doing.

“There you go, bebé. You’re alright. I love you. Te tengo, amor. Te amo y te tengo, mi niña bonita.”

You weren’t sure where this Alexia had come from, the emotionally intelligent version of your girlfriend having been missing for weeks, but you weren’t complaining. Far from it, in fact, as you cried so hard you shook against her, so hard that you exhausted yourself within minutes, gasping breaths turning into quiet whimpers as your eyes fluttered shut, and you relaxed into a light sleep against the blonde. Alexia held you with an unmoving steadiness, even when her knee started to feel stiff from the position it was in. She knew that she’d played some role in whatever was going on here, and she was quite determined to make it up to you. For now, though, she was happy to let you sleep, looking more peaceful than you had in a while.

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You woke up when Alexia began to shift uncomfortably under you. She couldn’t help it, she’d been laying in the same position for an hour, and her knee was really starting to complain. The blonde had tried to keep still, not wanting to disturb you, but she was clearly not successful when your eyes fluttered open, swollen and red, as you gazed up at your girlfriend. Her jaw was set, but she looked at you apologetically, sighing when you shot up off of her, looking frantically at her knee.

“I am okay, bebé,” she began.

You scrambled up off of her, practically running to the kitchen to get a new ice pack.

“Amor, come back,” she called, really not wanting to let you out of her sight before you told her what was wrong. You did return, ice pack in hand but you ignored Alexia’s attempts at conversation, carefully stretching her knee out and adjusting it to a better position. She sighed in relief despite herself, and you gently wrapped the new ice pack around her knee, before giving her an unimpressed look.

“You should have woken me.”

“I was fine.” Alexia argued, opening her arms to invite you back against her. You hesitated, looking between her face and her knee. “Ven aqui, amor.”

You relented slightly, curling against her side again to rest your head on her shoulder. Her lips left a soft kiss on the side of your head, and you settled in closer, the feeling of your girlfriend’s arms around you being so perfect after such a tough few weeks.

“Talk to me, please.” Alexia said quietly after a minute.

“About what?” You replied, partly because you wanted to avoid this conversation, and partly because you knew it would annoy Alexia.

The blonde pinched your arm lightly, not needing to say anything for you to take a deep breath, and try to explain yourself.

“I’m just stressed. Everything with the team, the amount we have to play coming up. I’m exhausted, and there’s no time for a break.”

It was half the truth, half the story, but you deeply hoped Ale would buy it. You didn’t need her to feel like she was burdening you, not when it was your fault, and not when she was having a hard enough time as it was.

It was quite on brand with how things were going that Alexia saw right through you.

“And I am not helping.” She murmured, her hand grabbing yours. Her voice was filled with guilt and regret, and you couldn't stand it.

“No, Ale,”

“Sí,” she interrupted. “I have been moody and quiet and completely unhelpful. That is stressing you out more, yes?”

To be honest, Alexia wouldn’t have reached that conclusion an hour ago. While you slept, though, she’d been thinking long and hard, and came to the realization that in her attempts to protect you from how awful she was feeling, she’d shut you out.

“Yeah.” You allowed.

“I need more than that, bebé.”

You gave an annoyed huff, but there wasn’t really anything behind it. “It’s not your fault, Ale. It’s hard that I can’t fix everything for you, but it’s not your fault, it’s mine.”

“I do not need you to fix it for me, amor.” Alexia cut in.

“It would make it easier if you could tell me how to help you, because what I’m doing isn’t working.” You continued, having worked up the courage to say what you were feeling, and were sure that if you stopped now, you wouldn’t be able to continue.

“No no no. You have not done anything wrong, you have done everything right.”

You didn’t believe her. “Then why are you so upset with me?”

Your voice was so small and so hesitant, Alexia shut her eyes for a minute, willing away her emotion so she could explain herself to you.

“I am not upset with you, amor. I… I am miserable because I cannot play, and I did not want to put that on you. I thought that I was helping you, not stressing you out with my feelings.”

You shifted against her, the look on your face causing Alexia to sink back into the couch.

“Well that did the opposite. I was worried anyway. I’m always going to worry, baby. I worry less if you tell me what you’re thinking, though.”

Now it was Alexia’s turn to shrug noncommittally. You had on that look, though, and Alexia knew she’d cave within a minute.

“I am sorry, amor. I should have talked to you. I made you stressed and upset for no reason.”

You sighed dramatically, leaning in to lightly kiss her cheek. “I forgive you. You better start keeping a journal though, and let me read it every night before bed. All of your feelings of the day, written down for me to look through. Then I won’t be mad anymore.” You joked, and Alexia snorted.

“Fine, you write one too. All your feelings. We’ll trade, and never have to talk to each other.”

“Perfect.” You smiled, leaning your forehead against hers.

“Perfect.” She agreed, eyes shutting at the close contact.

“I love you.” You mumbled.

“Te amo mucho. Even when you get tears all over my car, and make me beg you to talk to me.”

You pulled away rolling your eyes. “Fine. You can get your own ice packs, massage your own knee, and drive yourself to your grumpy playdates with Mapi.”

“Playdates!” Alexia gasped, yanking you back down on top of her, and poking you in the side, making you giggle against your will. “You take away my massages, I take away yours.” Alexia warned.

You turned to her, betrayed. “You like giving me massages as much as I like getting them.” You reminded her.

Alexia smiled playfully, her hand creeping up the front of your shirt. You shivered at the contact, taking in the smirk on your girlfriend’s face, knowing exactly what she had in mind. “Do I like to give massages? I do not remember. You will have to remind me.”

You rolled your eyes, but leaned in, Alexia dominating the heated kiss even as you hovered on top of her, though she was slightly breathless when you slipped your tongue into her mouth. That was Alexia, though. In control of every situation, except when it came to you. Evidently, Alexia didn’t always use her brain when it came to you, her heart took over, and she made decisions she wouldn’t normally make. It was hard to complain, though, when she looked at you like you single handedly made the earth spin on its axis. No, you couldn’t complain. You were her weak spot, and you knew how lucky you were to hold that position.

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samkerrworshipper · 8 months

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let me love you | Leah Williamson x Reader

a lot of angst, ending in fluff, themes of eating disorders, depression and alcohol abuse, 5900 words

please keep sending request yall i need something to feed my brainnn

i’m stuck on a blurb for this so basically just what happens after a rough moment in r and leah’s relationship, can they fix it? can they learn to love each other again? the photo i’ve used says it all lol

it’s piecy and i think u can see my sleep deprivation in this one but hope you enjoy!

I’d known going into camp that I was in trouble. That as soon as the team doctor did our pre camp exam that I was going to be fucked. With the extensive weight loss I knew that it was only a matter of time before I was approached but I hadn’t expected it to be the first night.

I’d been lying in my bed, in my room by myself. I was rooming with Keira this camp, but luckily enough she spent most of her time in Lucy or Leah’s room so I didn’t see much of her. I’d had the tv playing in the background, to fill the room with something other than the sound of my breathing and the sound of me scrolling through my phone. Then my little bubble, my perfect barrier that I’d created was broken by the resounding noise of someone knocking at my door.

“Y/n, it’s me.”

Sarina. Fuck.

“It’s open.”

It was probably the polite thing to get up and open the door but I was comfortable in my bed and while Sarina was terrifying I couldn’t see her getting mad at me over something so minor. The door cracked open and I switched the tv off out of respect for the manager who had closed my hotel room door behind her. Her face was unsteady, like she was unsure how to approach the conversation, something that I’d never seen on her.

“You missed dinner.”

“I feel asleep, the jetlag has tossed me around a little bit. I didn’t even realise until I woke up twenty minutes ago.”

It wasn’t a lie, I had travelled an obscene amount in the past twenty four hours. I’d flown from Cabo to New York, then spent 20 hours in New York with Kristie and some of the Gotham girls before getting on a plane to take me to Barcelona, where I’d spent a very short eight hours with Keira and Lucy before we got on a plane to London to bring us to camp. It had been hectic to say the least and had resulted in one of my suitcases being lost and me being in a very lengthy back and forth discussion with British Airways about how my luggage had ended up in Austria and that no, I didn’t have the time to go to Austria to retrieve it.

“I think we need to have a talk.”

Sarina’s foot was tapping nervously at her side, it was her tell, she was about to have a hard conversation that was not going to be easy to go over.

“Okay.”

She nodded at me.

“Meeting room 2, five minutes?”

I gulped, fuck, a meeting room. It had gone from informal to a little bit to formal for my liking. I nodded regardless, too scared to reply in any other way.

“Yes Ma’am.”

As soon as Sarina had left my room I was throwing myself out of the bed to throw on some proper clothes and make myself look a little bit more presentable. I threw on my light blue tech fleece and puffer jacket that we all had and then very haphazardly threw my hair into a greasy high pony. I pushed some mascara through my eyelashes and some moisturiser on my skin before coming to the conclusion that no amount of makeup was going to be able to disguise the purple bags under my eyes. Once I was done making myself look a little bit less dead I picked up my phone and keycard from my bedside table and left the room, making my way down the hallway towards the meeting rooms.

The meeting rooms had a multitude of purposes, zoom calls, skypes, video review, contract signing. Business stuff mainly, not a talk with your coach. That was what had me trembling a little bit as I made my way closer to the meeting rooms. When I got to the door of the second one, the one I’d been told to go to I waited outside of it for a few seconds before lifting my fist and knocking twice on the door. I didn’t have to wait long for a reply, Sarina was at the door opening it for me in a matter of seconds. I stepped into the room quickly, my eyes recognising all the faces in the room.

I was directed to a seat at the table, sitting directly across from Sarina, Leah, Millie and our team doctor. Lucy and Keira were seated on either side of me and the whole vibe of the room was enough to tell me that I was royally fucked.

“We are all here to have an open conversation about your recent medical exam.”

I kept my eyes on my own hands, which were resting on the table, playing with the rings that adorned my hands. I couldn’t look up, couldn’t bear to look into the eyes of a woman who a few weeks ago I had loved so intensely and now couldn’t even think about without crying.

“You're here to tell me that I’ve dropped a dangerous amount of weight considering my normal weight class, that I should get some further tests done even though we know that there is nothing medically wrong with me. We’ll beat around the bush a little bit, try to ignore the fact that we all know that you can’t allow me to play when I’ve dropped this much weight and then you’ll send me home.”

Sarina’s jaw was set firmly, I could make out that much as my eyes darted up to the older woman quickly to catch a look at her facial expression.

“Do you want to die Ms y/l/n.”

I was taken aback massively by the question, because who asks a person that question, especially in this context.

“I don’t feel comfortable having this conversation with certain people in the room. I don’t want to die necessarily but living right now isn’t exactly ideal either. I’ve had a rough couple of weeks, I’ll admit that, I’m aware. I’ve neglected my body, prioritised other things. I knew walking in here that I’d dropped 2 stone and I wasn’t proud of it. I just went through an intense break up though, I’ve been in Cabo for three weeks, most of which I don’t remember. I know that it’s bad, I know that as an athlete we have expectations but I need some wiggle room, I need you to give me a shot to make this better. Because I honestly believe that in this environment I can fix it, I’ll get the weight back, I’ll get back into therapy or whatever. I’ll give up the bad habits, I just need a period of grace.”

I couldn’t look at Leah, couldn’t let myself out of fear that my brave face would fall and I’d be left in shambles sitting here. I just needed to convince Sarina that I could get my shit together.

She was in front of my brooding for a few minutes, leaving everyone in the room in an awkward silence.

“Everyone out besides Leah and you.”

Fuck.

I watched as everyone else slowly got up, Lucy giving me a reassuring pat on the back before exiting the room.

“I’m giving you both five minutes to explain what the fuck happened between you two, because as much as you both want to make it sound like nothing it isn’t. Everyone can feel it and obviously it's affecting the both of you.”

I still couldn’t look at her, it just hurt.

“Seems like I’m the only one who’s suffering.”

“That’s not true nor fair y/n. Leah’s having her own struggles.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes at the table.

“She’s the one who caused the problems in the first place so I’d call that karma.”

The tension in the room was thick, like a cloud laid over us.

“That’s not fair, you had a part in it as well.”

“I had a part in you kissing Jordan at a party?”

“Jordan kissed me first off, drunkenly, she apologised profusely to both of us when she was sober. You soberly made the decision to kiss fucking Alexia.”

If the tension could have thickened anymore, it did.

“You cheated on me with your ex, I think I can cheat on you with my ex situation.”

“Do you realised how fucked up that whole ideology is? I didn’t want to cheat on you, anyone who was there that night will tell you that I physically pushed Jordan off of me, I didn’t want it to happen. I know it hurts you, but you wouldn’t even hear me out, you didn’t answer my calls or texts. I didn’t know where you went, just heard from Lucy that you’d decided to go abroad for a few weeks and you were turning your phone off. I spent 3 days sitting in Keira’s apartment balling my eyes out because I missed you so much, I haven’t slept properly ever since, I can’t fucking live without you y/n/n.”

Leah was sobbing and it hurt a part of me that I didn’t know existed. I wanted to hug her, wipe the tears from her face and apologise for my stupidity, to make it all better. But I was stubborn as shit and I also hadn’t really forgiven Leah. I hadn’t forgiven myself either.

That night had been the worst one of my life. Seeing Leah making out with Jordan had broken my heart and before I knew it I’d been running out of the bar we’d been celebrating in and calling Ale because she was my person and then she was picking me up and taking me back to my apartment and she was comforting me on our sofa and then we were kissing and Leah was walking in, mascara smeared and tears down her face and then Ale was running out of the apartment. I ended up waiting for Leah to fall asleep before I’d fled. I’d been terrified, my fear response was flight, when I was scared I fled, so that was what I’d done on that godforsaken night.

“I don’t really give a shit who did what. You both fucked up, that’s evident. We have the olympic coming up, Leah you are coming off of an ACL injury and you are going to be our captain, y/n, we need you on top of your game for us to win. I won’t deal with this team being torn into shreds because the both of you are too stubborn to talk about your feelings. Am I understood?”

Both Leah and I nodded meekly at Sarina, the both of us equally terrified of the dutchwoman and the tone of voice she was using towards us, like we were six year olds.

“Y/n, I’ll give you a grace period, two weeks. You’ve got two weeks to show that you can make some improvement in your habits, but there will be conditions if you wish to continue training and playing during those two weeks. You will eat every single meal, with the rest of the team. You aren’t going to work out beyond our team scheduled gym sessions. You will go back to talking to a therapist on a weekly basis. You are going to socialise with your teammates instead of holding yourself up in your room by yourself. You and Leah will room together until you can prove to me that you can be civil. If any of these conditions are broken you will find yourself sidelined, am I understood?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Sarina nodded at me, her blue eyes staring intensely into my own, I was trying to get away from this situation, away from the confrontation that was only bound to get worse the longer Leah and I were stuck in a room together.

“You are free to go, I expect to see you at breakfast tomorrow morning.”

I’d given Sarina a quick nod before bolting out of my seat and straight out of the room. I was pretty sure I’d had the worst 96 hours of my life. My whole body felt like it was on fire, my hair and face were still greasy from all of the airplane travel and my eyes just hurt. I half jogged my way back to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me almost as soon as I’d closed the door behind me. I slowly slid down against the solid wood, this whole situation was so fucked.

Not only did I have to focus on being fucking civil with a woman who I hated, I had to fucking turn my whole life around in a matter of two weeks, which right now seemed pretty fucking impossible. I wasn’t a person who cried very often, I wasn’t in touch with my emotions like that. But right now, fat, warm, wet tears were dripping down my face and my lip was wobbling between my two front teeth trying to suppress the sobs that were coming up from my throat. Love hurt. Loving someone and being loved is one of the hardest things that I’d ever done, because it’s not easy to spend every day loving a person, it fulfilling but it also is so fucking painful.

I could hardly make up the energy to get off the floor, so I didn’t. I sat against the door, crying, shaking and trembling as I let out the feelings that I’d built up for the last month. I was a person who didn’t cry very often, when I was drunk, when someone died, when I was really hurt. That was the extent of my emotional release. Leah was similar, that’s why we’d hit it off, neither of us were over emotional, we didn’t read into things and we didn’t over complicate anything. At the end of the day neither of us had to worry about the other one getting offended by a joke or drunken words. I’d honestly believed we were soulmates, for a long time, but that night had wrecked it all.

Both of us had been stupid, it had been the celebratory night of our win in the Nations League, we’d beaten Spain, it was a big deal. Everyone was completely wasted and I didn’t remember much of the night until Leah had been on the dance floor with Jordan, Chloe, Millie, Rachel and some other teammates and one moment Leah is motioning for me to join me and the next Jordan is making out with her and I’m running out with Lucy following me. Then Lucy called Ale because I’d locked myself in our hotel room ensuite. Then Ale was there and she was comforting me and hugging me and I was pissed off at Leah and then I was kissing Ale and she was telling me no and the Leah walked in to comfort me and it was just a fucking mess of alcohol and emotions.

Just thinking about that night had hurt, I hadn’t let myself in the last month. Not when I’d been in Cabo drinking all day and night, clubbing and partying and spending all of my spare time trying to push my emotions away. Then I’d gotten the call from Sarina, I’d been expecting it but it had still shocked me for some reason. In a matter of 24 hours I’d been packing up all my shit and hopping on a plane back to the one place that I couldn’t have been more desperate to avoid. I’d contemplated turning down the call up, but a call from my agent had told me that I couldn’t expect an invite back if I turned one down now. The Olympics was a big deal as well, it was something that I did want to do but the overwhelming anxiety I had felt being faced with the reality that I was walking into a group of people that worshipped the ground that my ex girlfriend walked on.

My thought pattern was interrupted by the sound of knocking directly above my head. The sound pulsated against the wood and across my body, seeping deep into my bones. It was a resounding knock, loud, echoing across the room.

“Y/n, open up.”

It was the voice that I least wanted to hear at that moment and I tried my hardest to ignore it but the sound of the knocking repeating made it harder.

“Y/n/n, c’mon, open the door, I know you're in there.”

It was the nickname that only she called me, a nickname I hadn’t heard in a month and it hurt my soul hearing it. It made fresher tears fall from my eyes that I rubbed at furiously with the sleeve of my jumper. I wiped as much of the smudged mascara and tears from my face, I knew subconsciously that my eyes were red and puffy and Leah would one hundred percent be able to tell. For my dignity though I rubbed it all from my face before standing up and opened the door.

Before I could say anything Leah had slipped past me and into the room, making herself at home and sitting down on Keira’s bed, resting herself at the very top so she was leaning against the headboard. I pushed down any thoughts that I had about Leah being in the same position in our own bed, except with a lot less clothes covering her body.

“You’ve been crying.”

It wasn’t a question, a statement, but it held a question in it somewhere. Leah wasn’t used to me crying, so the fact that I was crying was probably a little bit of a shock to her.

“What do you want?”

Leah pouted at me, sarcastically, it pissed me off how confident she was when I felt like I was tearing at the seams.

“In case you didn’t remember, we’re roomies now. I wanted to talk, I think we both have stuff we need to get off of our chests. I love you y/n/n and I’m worried about you.”

“Go worry about Jordan.”

I was leaning against the dresser, trying my hardest to keep my shit together in front of the woman that was making me feel so many things that I had been denying myself for a month.

“That’s fair, but also not necessary. I didn’t kiss her y/n, I didn’t even get as close as a metre’s distance from her, anyone there could tell you that. I pushed her off me. So yes, she kissed me, without my consent or my desire for her to do so. I love you, not her. I promise you that. She means nothing to me beyond being my friend, I don’t love her.”

I didn’t really know what to say. Leah wasn’t really the root of my anger, because I knew that it had been Jordan all over Leah, and at the end of the day she’d come to my room that night to apologise instead of going back to Jordan’s, I was her priority.

“She loves you, and I can’t do anything about that. That hurts and I know that it shouldn’t, I have no right to be jealous but it hurts.”

Leah looked contemplatively at me, like she was trying to understand what I was saying but knew that she couldn’t really.

“Do you love Alexia?”

I gulped, that was a fucked up question that I didn’t have a answer for. My immediate silence gave enough context to that.

“That’s not a fair question.”

I was deflecting and also furiously toying with a loose thread on the edge of my jumper.

“I think I deserve to know if the woman I love loves me the same way.”

It was hard hearing those words come out of her mouth as well.

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t love her. I dated her for six years, I thought I was going to marry her. I don’t love her like I loved you. We broke up because we couldn’t love each other that way. It was a surface relationship, but we both knew at the end of the day that we couldn’t get married or have kids or get old together, we didn’t love each other like that. We didn’t have a messy break up, I didn’t have a phase where I hated her and I wanted nothing more than to be away from her. We just stopped physically loving each other. She’s still my person Leah, you know that. I regret kissing her, I was so drunk and I was so fucking upset and she was so familiar to me in that moment. So maybe I do love her, in some fucked up way, but I don’t love her long term. She’s not the woman that I want to spend the rest of my life loving, not the person that I want to wake up next to, not the person that I want to write vows for, not the person that I want to be with every minute of every day. I don’t yearn for her.”

I realised now that there were tears in Leah’s eyes, which shocked me a little. Leah never cried, I could count the amount of times I’d seen her properly sob on one hand. Four times. When we won the Euros, when she did her ACL, when she woke up from ACL surgery and that night when it had all happened. Apart from that she was a brick wall, she wore a facade everyday, that very little people got to see broken down. I considered myself very grateful to have been able to see past it, to see the side of Leah that not a lot did. She’d let a stray tear go every once in a while, but proper crying, proper emotional, vulnerable crying was very rare to see.

“Do you love me long term?”

“Leah, that's not a fair question either.”

Tears were running down Leah’s face, similar to the tears that had been falling down my face less than five minutes ago.

“It's not fair? I’ve been here for the last month y/n, wondering if we still stand a chance. Wondering if you still love me, wondering if I should wait around for you? I want to know if you still love me as much as I love you.”

I could feel more tears coming to my eyes, Leah was sitting not even three metres away from me and yet it felt like we were oceans apart.

“I don’t know. Does it really matter?”

Leah was wiping at her face, she detested vulnerability and it was clear in her actions.

“Does it matter? Y/n/n, I am trying to figure out if I am going to spend the rest of my life fucking mourning losing the love of my life. I want to know if I stand a chance, if there is something here that we can salvage, something here that we can try and fix. I will spend everyday making it up to you if I have to, anything you need us to do I am down to do it.”

I shifted from toe to toe in my spot standing, Leah’s words were so genuine, they had so much power over me, sent shivers down my whole body.

“I love you. I love you enough though to tell you that I’m a fucking wreck, some of it’s because of this, some of it is just me. Leah I’m trying to fucking sort myself out now and I love you but I’m not going to tell you that your my priority right now, I love you but I also am trying to learn how to love myself and I’m also trying to learn how to love my sport again.”

Leah pursed her lips, wiping the last of her emotional admission tears from her face. She looked so raw, her blonde hair was thrown up in a messy high bun, an unusual look for her, her face was stripped bare of any makeup and her jumper looked a tad bit too big on her. She looked stripped, stripped of her dignity, stripped of her facade, stripped of everything that made her Leah motherfucking Williamson. I wasn’t looking at England’s captain, I wasn’t looking at Arsenal and England’s world class defenders. I was looking at just Leah. The Leah who would wake me up with forehead kisses every morning, the Leah who would give me foot massages after a rough training, the Leah who would only look at me in a room full of people.

“I’ve worried about you so much that I started to get scared I was praying. You took off and I didn’t know with who or where. I mean I know that I fucked up but y/n/n, we could have talked it out, or we could have tried to. You fled and you didn’t even give me a goodbye. I didn’t know if we were done or if I was ever going to see you again and it fucking broke me. I stayed in bed for a week, I didn’t eat, I didn’t leave. Keira and Lucy literally had to drag me out of bed to get me to do anything. I cried, non stop for a week, it was horrible and I felt like shit. Then Lucy got Alexia to come over and we talked it out and she told me that she didn’t mean for it to happen and all she wanted was for us to be happy and it broke me because how am I supposed to be happy when the woman I love is nowhere to be seen.”

A sob echoed from her chest and it broke my heart, because I hated seeing Leah in pain, I hated seeing her hurt. When she’d done her ACL it had been the most gut wrenching thing I’d had to witness. The only difference was that now I was the source of pain and it hurt ten times more.

I pushed myself off of the dresser and towards the bed. Leah’s head was buried in her hands, her elbows resting on her knees as her palms rubbed furiously at her eyes. I sat down onto the bed and pushed myself up against the headboard beside her, putting one of my arms down on her shoulders and gently nudging her head into my neck. It was uncharted territory but also felt so familiar and right. Hearing Leah’s sobs hurt my soul, but my contact seemed to calm her a little bit. She flinched away initially, unsure but then she was seeking it out, leaving into me and everything about it felt right.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for what happened with Jordan, I’m sorry if I didn’t make you feel loved, I’m sorry if I didn’t treat you well enough, I’m sorry if I’m not good enough. I’m trying to work on it, I’m trying to be better,” I stopped Leah before she could say much more.

“It’s not your fault Leah,” My voice came out with exasperation, because I hated that Leah felt that way,

“You made me feel loved everyday, you treated me perfectly. You are perfect Leah, you were a perfect girlfriend, a perfect captain, a perfect person. We had our moments but you are a good person, you don’t need to be better. I’m the one who can’t fucking handle herself, who had to flee the country when it got rough and I’m sorry for that, I’m sorry that I ran when it got hard.”

Hearing Leah hiccup on her breath was so painful for me, painful enough that I reached my hand down to her face to try and wipe some of the tears off of her cheeks.

“C’mon, you're too pretty to be crying.”

It was a weak compliment that died with the mood of the room, Leah let out a depressing laugh that honestly just made it all worse but her sobs did quieten down a little bit and I noticed that the tremors that were haunting her whole body had slowed down and had become less of a repetitive pattern.

“You haven’t been eating, you lost two stones, did I do that to you?”

Leah’s voice was so shaky, so insanely innate for her.

“Me not eating has nothing to do with you and I won’t have you taking the blame for it. Not everything is your fault Leah and you don’t have to take the blame for it all. I know how your brain works, that you are going to take the blame for everything that has happened between us, but it’s not your fault, a lot of it is mine, my eating habits though have nothing to do with you.”

My voice was a mixture of steady and stern, I had a point to get across and I needed Leah to understand that, I needed her to know that. She wasn’t as fearless and brave as she constantly tried to prove to anyone, she was always the first to blame herself for anything, always getting down on herself and I knew that, I knew that Leah could send herself into a downward spiral.

She pulled her head out of my shoulder and locked eyes with me, her dark brown eyes felt like they were violating me, I felt like I was naked under her gaze, like I was so incredibly vulnerable.

“Why haven’t you been eating?”

I felt like I was under a magnifying glass, like Leah could see every single part of me and could see into my brain. She always worried about me, always. To the point where sometimes it was concerning, I had as much as a sniffle and she was doting over me like my mother.

“I’m fine Lee.”

“If you were fine you wouldn’t have lost two stones.”

She could read me too easily and she knew that I was pretty much putty in her hands as soon as she started talking.

“It got dark for me when I left, I needed to leave but then I was gone and I realised that I was so alone and I was partying to try and avoid my feelings and it worked but you know how I am when I’m depressed, I stop eating, I stop functioning. I lived off of alcohol for three weeks and then I got the call from Sarina and for the first time in three weeks I was completely sober and it hit me like a freight train. I realised how bad it had gotten and I was in shambles.”

Leah nodded at me, she knew how I worked, knew that when I was starting to spiral I tended to push it all down until it got so bad that I had a nervous breakdown.

“You need to eat, we need you playing, I need you on the field. It broke my heart when Sarina came and told me, when she asked me if I’d seen any of the warning signs or if I’d noticed and I couldn’t give her an answer.”

I brought my hand back up to rest on Leah’s face, she was still shaking, still hiccuping with every word that she said. I pushed the tears that were pooling on her face away with the pad of my thumb.

“I couldn’t even tell her anything.”

Leah’s words were thrown out between choken sobs and hiccups, it was so strung out and painful that I felt it in my chest.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that, I’m sorry I deserted you. I’m so sorry I hurt you Lee, you deserve better, you deserve someone who has their shit together.”

Leah pulled herself out from beside me and scooted herself so she was sitting in front of me, between my legs looking at me directly.

“I want you though, I want to love you and I want you to let me.”

I couldn’t do much more than look at her, look at her eyes, look at how heartbroken they were. They were full of so much pain, so many sleepless nights and a part of me wanted to fix some of that.

“Let us be happy, let all of this devastation come to an end and just let us be happy. We’ll work through what happened, we can try therapy, or something else. I want you though y/n/n, I want you forever and I don’t want us to give up on that because of some stupid shit that happened when we were drunk.”

Those fucking eyes, they held the sun and the moon, they had the power to make me do anything.

“I want to try, for us. I still think that you are my forever Leah. I just don’t want either of us to get hurt in the process.”

“Love hurts, we work through it. Please just try it for me.”

Her lip was wobbling in between her teeth and it took every single piece of self control I had to not take that lip in my own and just kiss the woman like I wanted to.

“Okay.”

Leah’s face lit up almost immediately, like a kid in a candy store. She leant in towards me, her lips hovering centimetres away from my own and her eyes looking into my own and it took literally every piece of my self control not to initiate anything.

“Is this okay?”

Leah’s voice was calmer this time, less rough on the edges, less broken. I nodded eagerly at her and relaxed into her body as she pressed her lips to mine. It was soft, tender, relaxing, so perfect.

“How about this?”

It was murmured against my lips, a small smirk forming along Leah’s lips.

“So good, but I think we are both overdue for some sleep.”

Leah frowned against my lips but nodded, we were both tired and it was obvious in our actions. She plopped herself down next to me, relaxing into my body and laying her head against my chest.

“Flick the lamp of love.”

The term of endearment sent a shiver down my back, it was so normal and yet so shocking to me. I obeyed her immediately, turning over to the bedside lamp and flicking it off so we were left in the dark. I shrugged my jacket off before relaxing down into the pillow. Leah shifted around for a few seconds, finding a comfortable spot on my body before stilling herself. She looked so small curled up against me, I tugged her hair out of its bun and rubbed her roots just the way I knew she liked me too and rubbed her back the way I knew sent her straight to sleep. It probably took not even a minute before Leah’s body relaxed fully and her breaths evened out and when they did I smiled a little bit looking at her exhausted form. I leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before relaxing myself fully against the pillows and preparing myself for my own sleep.

“I love you Leah, always.”

#woso #leah williamson #lionesses #marry me rn #arsenal wfc #woso community #leah williamson x reader #sarina wiegman #lucy bronze #kiera walsh #angst #rip my mental health

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[11:37AM] "Hit those pads a bit harder, babe," Yunho says, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as your fists, bare and determined, connect with the pads. You dance on your toes, delivering a punch that goes beyond the target, hitting his chest purposefully. You try to pull back, but he playfully holds you in place. "Okay, I'm done playing," you complain, your voice muffled against the black fabric of his compressed shirt. Your boyfriend, a boxer, occasionally brings you to his gym sessions, but today's invitation was for you to take a swing. You expected his usual sweetness, but he's strangely serious. "Come on, tiny, you've got more in you," he teases, but you vigorously shake your head, exhausted and just wanting to lie down. You surrender, collapsing into his arms, making him lift you effortlessly. "Nooooooo," you protest as he drags you towards a nearby bench, kicking and pushing the air dramatically like the playful brat you are. "You're such a kid," he chuckles, settling you down, you continuing your little protest until he shushes you down with his kisses.

[09:56PM] "Just like that baby, a bit tighter," Yunho whispers near your ear, peering down at the bandage wrapping around his knuckles. You smoothly loop it around each of his lengthy fingers, tucking the end neatly beneath a fold. His hand slips out of your grasp, fingers curling and unfurling as he tests the snugness. With a serious gaze, he evaluates the feel. Anticipation lingers as you hope you've done it right. His eyes lock onto yours, a smile finally breaking across his face. The hand he'd been testing finds its place on your head, a gentle pat following. "You did good." Leaning down, he plants a tender kiss on your lips, silently expressing gratitude.

[02:09AM] "Why the tears? I won," he chuckles, playfully swiping at your tear-streaked cheeks, his large hand almost covering your face. Your sobs intensify as you notice his left eye, swollen and not crinkling like the other when he grins. He stifles another laugh. "'S not funny, your face's all fucked up!" you stammer through tears, wiping away the droplet of blood from his cut eyebrow. "You should see the other guy," he boasts, puffing out his chest, proud of his victory despite the bruises—turns out, the other guy got the worse end, a full-on knockout. Yet, he's still hurting, and you can't stand seeing him like this. "Shut up," you retort, clamping down on your lip as you give his shoulder a playful punch, eliciting a soft whine. Quickly, you grasp the spot you hit, worried you might have accidentally targeted a bruise. Pushing his shirt down to inspect, Yunho only pulls you closer. "Gotcha"

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overwhelmed

Spencer Reid x Autistic!Reader

Warnings: description of overwhelm? sensory overload if there's any more let me know!

A/N: not sure what the inspo what behind this but here it is, i am working on another longer fic so this is a filler for the mean time, likes, reblogs and comments appreciated! Im autistic so i have a bunch of stuff I'd like to put in for a second (possible series?). For specific senarios ect ect please feel free to send them to my ask box!!

Requests are open for Spencer Reid! Disabled & multilingual characters encouraged

Read on AO3 instead!

Part 2

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The buzz of the air con unit, the incessant hum if the fluorescent lights, the constant chatter of the co workers you were unfamiliar with all came together to create an almost physically painful environment. You adored working in the BAU but these days where it was lengthy paperwork done on painfully bright computers with the general hubbub of the office made you want to scream. It often ended with Hotch sending you home with paper files to do with spencer but he was off today and you were still intimidated by Rossi so couldn't ask him. Spencer would normally ask for the both of you but he was out with Hotch, they were doing a local death row interview together. You were exhausted and it wasn't even eleven am. You decided to stop by Penelope's office who had made it as sensory friendly as possible once she found out about your autism, something you had appreciated immensely, especially for days like today. “Hey pen? Can i stay in here for a bit?” You ask, walking into the dim room. “Sure thing sugar, you can stay in here for the rest of the day, Rossi told me to come get you for a thing anyway so come over here my fine furry friend.” she beacons you over to the seat next to her.

You couldn't have gotten out of the office faster. Penelope had helped as much as possible but the sensory overload was too much from nine am and you haven't been able to do anything about it aside from chew on some ice every so often.

The idea of taking the subway home made your skin crawl, but you hadn't brought your car to the office this morning, driving was also being far too overwhelming. You would have called Spencer but you had no idea when he would be home given death row inmates either got really chatty or liked to drag on the interview. You decide to just sit on the curb for a while allowing the cooler night air to calm you down enough so you can try and get on the metro without crying.

You weren't sure how long you were sitting there, legs curled tightly against you, head resting against your knees and back pressed against the wall but you flinched when someone walked up and tapped you on the shoulder and scrambled to stand up. “How long have you been out here?” the stranger asks in the darkness. As your eyes adjust you realise its Hotch, meaning Spencer is probably here too. You just shake your head with a pleading look hoping he wouldn't ask you any more questions tonight. “Spencer is in the SUV, I've told him to take that home to save you both taking the metro tonight. Go home, tomorrow's paperwork will be dropped off at your house.He didn't let you get a word in edgewise so you just nod, thank him and wish him and Jack a goodnight, setting off towards the remaining SUV with the lights on.

“Hi honey, you okay?” Spencer asks as you hop into the car, throwing off your blazer before settling in and pulling on your belt. “Bad day?” he asks again trying to gauge how your day went without getting you to talk. You just nod as you reach across to put a hand on his thigh to try and signal that you were okay, just exhausted in every sense of the word. You tap his thigh three times then five, three to say I love you then five to encourage him to talk about his day and not worry about rambling even if you didn’t respond.

Once you get home you drop your things and make a beeline for the couch, flopping face down and screaming into the pillows. “Bath, shower or later sweetheart?” He knew you wouldn’t go to bed without showering but also knew you were too overwhelmed to do anything that required mental effort right now given the whine you let out into the cushions at his question. “I'm going to order some Thai, then do you want to get changed and we can watch a movie? He suggests. “Nada en inglés, por favor” is all you mumble back. He was used to your disdain of English, despite it being your first language. You knew bits and pieces of French, Spanish and German prior to meeting Spencer but since meeting him you had come to learn some Korean and Russian. “Okay dear, i'll go order, you get changed.” he says as he leaves the room going to the phone. You drag yourself off the sofa across the apartment to the bedroom. Grabbing Spencer's caltech sweatshirt and joggers from the bed that you had left there this morning and throwing your suit in the hamper to be washed tomorrow.

You spent the rest of the night curled up under the weighted throw Penelope had knitted you for Christmas on your first anniversary at the BAU and watching old Russian movies. Spencer played with your hair until you fell asleep contemplating how he was going to get you to bed without waking you up.

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kamisatomay018 · 4 months

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May I request a Wriothesley version of the legend of the red string of fate please??

Yes of course!! Thank you so much for putting in your request and giving me the idea🫶

Soulmates huh? I like the sound of that..

Wriothesley x fem!reader

Fluff, based on the Legend of the Red String of Fate, Will contain spoilers from the chenyu vale world quest!

I hope you all enjoy reading!

“Tea bags, check..gift, check, tea leaves- check! Okay I’m ready to head off.” You muttered to yourself, cross checking your luggage before you depart from Chenyu Vale to Fontaine for a very important meeting. With whom you might be wondering? Well, it was none other than the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide himself.

Chenyu vale is known widely for its famous and aromatic Adeptea, and has always exported copious amounts of tea to Fontaine. However for the past 2 years, the tea’s quality started to decline, and so did the exports. It had come to your attention that out of all the Fontainians, the Duke of Meropide was particularly displeased about this situation, going so far as to penning a kind yet stern letter to the head of the village, asking about what has been happening to their tea. It was safe to say that this letter had raised quite the panic, for the fortress was the major buyer of the Adeptea and losing such a buyer was something your small yet humble village could not afford. What’s worse was that none of the people were able to understand what was going wrong with the tea, except of course for you and Grandpa Lu.

You were a prominent figure in Chenyu vale, known for your artistic pottery and fine brewing skills. You would handpick the slots of tea that was being sent to Fontaine yourself, knowing that they needed the best quality tea. Not only that, but you were also skilled in the Adepti art of Adeptus Fujin herself, which made you understand that the harmony of nature had been disrupted, leading to the tea quality’s decline.

Thankfully for all of you; the renowned traveler had arrived with their companion and with your aid and Fujin’s power, the problem had been resolved. The only problem that now remained, was the displeased Duke of Meropide. So you took it upon yourself to travel to Fontaine and offer an explanation and apology, for no one else understood the true depth of the situation. As compensation, you made him the most beautiful tea set, infusing in it a little bit of your power which would allow the tea to remain fragrant and hot for extended hours. You truly did hope that this would placate the man.

After bidding farewell to your mother, you got onto the boat that would take you to the renowned and magnificent nation of justice. Fontaine truly seemed magnificent, with its technological advances and strict judicial system. You had always desired to visit the city, although not in such a diplomatic way. No matter, you would make sure to get a tour of the city later. Upon hearing of your visit, the duke had been kind enough to write to you personally, informing you of basic but important laws that you must not break if you didn’t wish to extend your stay in the fortress from a few hours to a few days. The letter was…extremely lengthy, given the amount of ridiculous and extensive laws the land held. Archons, how did the people even remember them all? Well no matter, it’s not like you were going to stay there for long….right?

As you arrived at the Lumidouce harbour, you noticed two officials waiting for you, probably to guide you to the fortress. You bowed at them politely, following their lead while admiring the beautiful scenery of Fontaine.

“Welcome to the Nation of Justice, Ms. Y/N. We have been tasked by Monsieur Neuvillette to guide you to the fortress of Meropide through the Opera Epiclese. Please, follow us.”

Thanking them you boarded yet another boat, and then an aquabus where you met a cute little creature. Ah, that must be the melusines that the duke had mentioned in his letter. The melusine was so sweet, giving you a detailed explanation about the city, even answering your curious question. In the end, you quickly rummaged through your bag, giving her a little Qingxin flower as a thank you for her service. The smile that adorned her little face truly made your day better.

Eventually you headed to the back of the grand Opera Epiclese, where you saw a dignified tall man with a black fur coat hanging on his shoulder standing with his back faced to you. His aura seemed intimidating to you, however you kept your composure. “Duke, we have brought your guest.”

“Ah, you have my profound gratitude. You both may leave, I shall escort my guest from here.”

“Yes sir.”

At that moment, he turned around to face you, and you felt your entire world stopping. Your jade green eyes met with his ashy blue ones, and you swore you felt a spark through your entire body. A beautiful and delicate Res String tied to your little finger made its way to tie itself around his thumb, making you freeze in place. You had found your fated Soulmate. He was a godly man, perfect from head to toe. You had never seen a man as handsome as him, his every feature truly was perfect. You didn’t fail to notice the scars on his face and neck, making you realise he truly had been through a lot in his lifetime.

Meanwhile, Wriothesley was utterly stunned, yet confused. In front of him stood perhaps the most beautiful maiden he had ever seen, her delicate figure adorned with a pastel green outfit and jade jewellery, matching the colour of her eyes. A dendro vision was tied to your outfit while your long hair flowed freely down your shoulders. He was in awe of your beauty, it was as if some kind of force was pulling him in to you. However he was baffled to see a delicate red string connect the two out of you, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Your equally shocked look did not escape his watchful eyes. What in Teyvat was going on? He cleared his throat, talking rather softly. “Uhm, Miss Y/N, how about we..head back to my office to talk?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, nodding immediately as you felt your cheeks blushing like anything. “Yes, yes of course Duke..”

He let out a raspy chuckle, shaking his head. “No need to be so formal, you can just call me Wriothesley.” Oh archons, why was everything about him so attractive?! You looked down with a shy smile, nodding. “Understood. Please, lead the way..”

He smiles slightly, enjoying your flustered state for some reason. As much as he desired to ask you about this mysterious red string, he chose to wait. Such important and private discussions were better suited for his office, where he could guarantee no one would eavesdrop. He led you down the elevator and through the boat to the Fortress, noticing how observant you were about every little detail. Hm..that would explain the Dendro vision. “Welcome to the Fortress of Meropide. I’m sure you must have heard a thing or two about this place, but I can assure you it’s not as awful as it sounds. Here in the fortress every exile and every prisoner is given a chance to start life anew, to work hard and earn their freedom and dignity back. If I dare say so myself, the fortress is essentially a place of rediscovery and rebirth. The law treats everyone fairly, and the fortress is no different.”

You listened to him in awe, admiring the way he spoke like a dignified gentleman. Although he looked intimidating and cold, his demeanour was quite relaxed and welcoming. “That is quite admirable, to give a chance to the offenders to start life anew.” He nodded at your words as he led you to his office. “Of course, that is not to say that criminals do not get their punishment. No one leads a cushiony life in here, and those who have broken the law and hurt others get treated the same way. The rest who actually wish to turn over to a new leaf are given the chance to do so. Many prisoners choose to stay here even after their sentence has concluded.”

That surely came as a shock to you. As…magnificent as the fortress was, it was devoid of sunlight and nature, it felt suffocating to you. Why would people live here willingly? Noticing your silence and the unasked question in the air, Wriothesley laughed a little. “I’m sure you must be wondering why they would choose to do that. Well Fontaine is a nation much different than the rest. Here, status, reputation and wealth matter a lot. Life up at the surface is full of pretensions and dramatic situations. Here in the fortress; everyone is equal, everyone is straightforward. They start with nothing, and through sheer hard work, earn their daily necessities. Perhaps that equality is what attracts people to stay here rather than going up to the surface and continue to play the part in the endless opera that Fontaine is.”

Only you knew how much you were admiring him at this point. Not only was he fair and just, he was also respectable and empathetic, treating humans as they were supposed to be treated rather than declaring them as unruly criminals. “I really admire the way you manage this place Wriothesley..to be able to view offenders as something more than their offence is an admirable quality. No wonder you are the Duke.” As much as he wished he could deny it, Wriothesley felt his heart skip a beat at your words. “You flatter me Y/N. here, this is my office. Let us go upstairs. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

“Thank you. Ah before I forget, I brought you a small present to compensate for all the inconveniences you have had to face due to the small crisis in Chenyu vale.” Taking out a box, you opened it to reveal the most beautifully embroidered tea set that Wriothesley had ever seen. “This is a tea set I crafted myself, and I have infused it with a little bit of adeptal power. That will allow the tea to stay fragrant and warm for hours on end. I imagine that your work must be arduous and time consuming. So, you need not brew a hot cup of tea every now and then. I hope it is to your liking..”

Looking up, you felt your heart flutter at the way Wriothesley was smiling, his eyes shimmering as he admired the tea set. “This is simply divine, I cannot thank you enough for your hard work. There was no need for a present Y/N..but thank you so much, I will gratefully accept it.” Smiling happily, you stood up, getting the tea leaves out. “Well if you’ll allow me; I can brew us some tea right now. I do believe we have a lot of things to discuss Wriothesley..” He smiled and nodded, accompanying you as he watched you brew the tea. The aroma of fresh tea filled his office, instantly relaxing him. A while later you both sat down, drinking tea. “This is exquisite tea, you are exceptional at brewing.” You blushed at the praise, shaking your head. “Thank you..well then, I believe it is time I addressed something very important..” You raised your left hand, bringing to his notice the red string that connected the two of you. “Yes please go ahead, I am quite curious about this string.”

You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for the worst possible outcome after you explained everything to him. “This is the red string of fate..Inazuma and Liyue have a..tradition where the gods have destined two people together as…Soulmates. The red string appears when two soulmates lock eyes with one another, and it signifies the union of two fated lovers…The red string may stretch endlessly, but it can never be snapped or broken. Of course…some people can…reject this bond, but that won’t erase the existence of this string..”

Wriothesley listened to your words carefully, also noticing the way you held your teacup close, caressing the edges anxiously. You weren’t looking into his eyes, and he knew that you were afraid that he would reject this bond. Truth to be told, as strange as this entire situation was, he felt so comfortable in your presence, so soothed and happy that it felt like home. He knew he was attracted to you, and wanted to be with you. Whether it was the string acting or his heart, he did not know and nor did he care. He gently held your hand in his, making your jade green eyes look at him with an expression so hopeful that it melted his ice cold heart.

“I do not wish to reject this bond. Even though I’ve only met you today; your presence has..comforted me. The fortress has always been cold and stuffy but your presence here feels like a breath of fresh air…I know that I feel connected to you. And if the gods themselves have fated us to be together then who am I to overrule their judgement?”

You smiled ever so happily, not being able to hold back as you hugged him, resting your head against his chest. Meanwhile wriothesley, though tense at first, melted into your embrace, wrapping his arms around you gently. His bigger frame completely engulfed you, as if hiding and protecting you from all evil. He was your home, you knew it. “If you are not rejecting this bold, then I pledge you my devotion and loyalty until my last breath. From now on, I am your soulmate..” you spoke, looking up into his beautiful eyes. He chuckled at your words. Gently cradling your face, smiling at the way you leaned into his touch. He knew you both would have to work a few things out, but everything would turn out to be just fine. He then held your left hand, tenderly kissing the place where the red string was tied.

“Soulmates huh? I like the sound of that. Then from this day forth, I am yours, just like you are mine.”

#genshin impact #genshin fanart #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #wriothesley #wriothesley fluff #genshin imagines #wrio x reader #genshin x reader #fluff #red string au #red string of fate #chenyu vale

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minho-hoho · 1 year

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☾ GENRE ➝ yandere, mafia

☾ PAIRING ➝ yan!mafioso!yeonjun × gn!reader

☾ WARNING ➝ yandere themes, mafia related themes, violence, blood, murder, etc...

☾ REQUESTED ➝ no

☾ WC ➝ 0.8k

☾ NOTE ➝ uhh i actually wrote this and a quite lengthy taehyun one shot but it got deleted so sksksks i just lost hope and stopped coming to tumblr for a while srryyy

MASTERLIST

you were shaking under the covers of your bed, as if the almost constant state of fear you were living in wasn't enough, yeonjun had to do his business in your house. the screams and threats were freezing your blood, you were terrified that anyone would get hurt, and that you, would get killed because of what you considered yeonjun's reckless behaviour. for someone who claimed to only want the best for you, and only acted with your best interest in mind, he sure was being dangerous towards your safety. the only thing you could do was wait patiently, praying that whatever thing he was doing, was ending soon.

you heard a scream of intense pain followed by a loud thud. the voice didn't belong to yeonjun, but you didn't know if that reassured you any better. did he kill someone in your house? you wanted to get up and check up on him, and what happened, but the thought of the possibility of seeing a dead body laying on your living room's floor was frightening.

you carefully tiptoed to your bedroom's door, and tried to listen to any sounds that might come out of the living room. for a few seconds, only a dead silence fell on your ears. the silence stopped as a string of curses left yeonjun's mouth.

quietly, you slightly opened the door, enough for your voice to be heard.

“yeonjun..?” you called out his name, your voice quivering a little.

his eyes immediately darted your way, looking at your figure peeking through the door. not knowing what to say, he stared you, his dark gaze piercing your skull.

“what happened, is everything okay?” you asked, a bit reluctant, not being able to decipher his emotions.

yeonjun sighed, looking at the corpse laying next to his foot.

“this is what happens when you decide to go outside and disobey.” he walked towards your door.

it was true, you went outside and went out with some friends when you were forbidden to do so, as yeonjun was scared that the wrong people would get you and him, and hurt you. you regretted ever going out with someone heavily involved in the mafia world, in every step you took, you were reminded of the risk that and of the chances that you'd get harmed by anyone in the opposing mafia to yeonjun's. and on top of that, you added his obsessive and overly protective behaviour towards you, you deeply regretted ever agreeing to go out with him, your mental not being able to take any of yeonjun any more.

but even if what you did was objectively dangerous and stupid, did that mean that he had to kill someone? at this point, you didn't know whether he did it to protect you, because of his borderline psychotic and obsessive behaviour or because he simply enjoyed witnessing the death of over human beings.

“because of what you did, people now know about you, and i need to kill even more people for you.” he was now in front of you, towering over you, maintaining a chilling eye contact with you.

“no matter how much i warned you, you still went against my directions. do i need to threaten you? to show you the corpses of the people i've killed? because i can, and i will if that's what you need.” shivers ran through your body, you knew that by working in a mafia he had to do some shady stuff that potentially involved ending some people's lives. but you never thought he'd kill some people because of you. especially if it could have been avoided.

a wave of guilt washed over you as you felt at fault for the death of many. your shoulders dropped, and tears started to well up in your eyes. yeonjun's eyes were piercing through you in the silence. you looked down to your feet, remorse still eating you, you took a shaky breath before muttering low excuses, your voice unstable.

unbeknownst to you, yeonjun was smirking. his efforts were paying off, he had successfully manipulated you into feeling culpability for things you didn't even control. he was now sure you'd never leave his side, which was his ultimate goal, it was all he dreamt of.

he sighed, before taking you in his arms, startling you a little. “it's okay, just, don't do it again, okay? let's not spill more blood than needed. be careful, and as long as you follow my orders to the letter, you'll be safe and happy.” his shirt was now wet by your tears, you nodded, determined to not make any more mistakes.

yeonjun grinned, he kissed the top of your head. you sobbed in his chest, as he softly rubbed your back, trying to comfort you back into a happier state.

he finally achieved his most important mission, and he was more than overjoyed inside.

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outofmydepthatapublicbeach · 3 months

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hiii idk if u have your requests open but could you write julien x reader based on lacy by olivia rodrigo?

like maybe julien is so jealous of reader but actually wants her (like enemies to lovers kinda thing)

jj chats: i am so sorry it took me a couple days to get to this!!! ive been very busy with school! i loved this request and i hope i did it justice!!! love you anon!! <33

warnings: RPF, use of y/n, reader is a musician/famous, reader cries

feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!

Julien wouldn’t say she hated you, no she wouldn’t go that far. But when anyone would ask about you she’d scoff and change the subject right away. Anything to cover up the butterflies that flourished in her belly at the sound of your name.

“Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell?”

She would say your music was bland, in reality, she thought the lyrics were thought-provoking and better than anything she’d ever written. The public commented on how she didn’t follow you back on social media. She didn’t follow you because she didn't like that burning sensation she got in her heart when she saw your posts with your friends. She especially hated the photos of you and that girl, arms wrapped around each other, smiling at the camera like the happiest people alive.

“I linger all the time, watchin', hidden in plain sight”

You were close with Lucy, you two being long-time friends, which meant that Julien had to endure your presence. At get-togethers she sits away from you, observing your interactions with her friends. She’d feel a burn when you laughed at their jokes.

“I see you everywhere, the sweetest torture one could bear”

Eventually, the two of you would have to talk to one another. When left alone in a room one time, you walked up to her, smiling wide. It was a smile Julien had seen plastered on magazine covers, a smile people fawned over. Julien completely understood why, even when she didn't want to.

“I hear you and Lucy are close, I’m sorry I haven’t introduced myself before, I’m (Y/N).”

Julien looked at you in awe. How was it, not a hair was out of place? That your outfit wasn’t covered in wrinkles or dog hair? How was it fair someone could look so gorgeous, be so perfect? Julien plastered a fake smile on her face, not reaching a hand out to shake as she knew hers were very clammy due to her nerves, “I’m Julien.” Her tone was bored like she couldn't wait to get away from you.

“I feel your compliments like bullets on skin”

Julien was excited to hear that Lucy planned a dinner to celebrate their Grammy wins, she thought that maybe it would be nice to be the one being celebrated. Until she heard your name mentioned. She knew the night would be difficult, she still couldn’t figure you out, couldn’t understand you.

At dinner that night, everyone gave a toast to the boys. Compliments were spewed every which way. When you stood to speak, you locked eyes with Julien, giving her your award-winning smile.

You began to congratulate the boys, your speech was lengthy as you talked a bit about Lucy and Phoebe. All Julien could focus on was your lips and then the words directed towards her, “I haven’t known Julien long but I can tell she is a dedicated musician, an amazing friend, and is very very pretty.” Your words dug daggers into her skin, but it was a pain she loved.

“I care, I care, I care, like ribbons in your hair, my stomach's all in knots”

After the main course at dinner, you had excused yourself, a phone call was what you said. You ran out of the restaurant, dealing with whatever call you got alone. Julien hesitated a few minutes but ultimately excused herself as well after you did not return right away. She felt an overwhelming desire to make sure you were okay. It scared the hell out of her. Your friends gave each other knowing looks.

You made it outside, and looked around, spotting you on a bench, head in your hands. She cautiously approached you, her stomach tied. Once she was close she asked, “Are you okay?”

You looked up, startled, and as if by instinct you smiled at Julien, using the backs of your hands to wipe off your tears. “Yeah-” your voice broke, “yeah Julien I’m alright! Thanks for-” another break, “for checking on me.”

You weren’t fine, and Julien knew. She walked towards you, then sat next to you. You faced her, trying to keep your composure before the dam blew and you started to sob. To Julien’s surprise, you immediately reached out, grabbing her jacket and crying into her shoulder.

“People are people, but it's like you're made of angel dust”

She tried to get away but instead found herself wrapping her arms around you carefully. Scared of your fragile state, scared in a moment you'd be gone and out of her reach, scared she’d hold you too tight and crush you into dust.

“Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just loathe you lately”

The moment passed, and Julien bore witness to you regaining your composure at a rapid speed. In the seconds you went from sobbing to smiling, ready to rejoin your friends she wanted you to cry again, if anything just to hold you for a little bit longer. In that moment she abhorred you. How could you go from a mess to perfect? Why couldn’t you stay sad like the rest of us for a minute more? Why couldn’t she be like you?

“And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you”

Julien stayed behind and watched as you walked back towards the restaurant, but before you reached the doors, an elderly couple was also approaching. Julien gazed as you jogged to get to the door before they reached it, and then you opened the door for them, smiling as they walked in. Julien felt her heart swell, and that's when she knew she was in for it.

“I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you”

You turned to Julien, waving her to follow you. In an instant Julien was up. Her legs worked double time to catch up to you as you held the door open for the both of you, you reached your hand out, waiting for her.

As Julien made it to the door you grabbed her wrist, she twisted her head in order to face you properly. “Thank you for sitting with me Julien, I really appreciated it,” you smiled, squeezing her arm. You pulled her inside the heated restaurant, “let’s get back to our friends, they must have thought we’d run off together.”

You laughed. Julien laughed.

Julien followed you back to the table, sitting back down in her seat. She soon realized what she just did and scolded herself for listening to you so obediently. She was so confused at all the feeling coursing through her, so angry at herself for letting her fall so hard and so fast. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands until she looked up and locked eyes with you. You smiled at her as you always did, and when her fingers loosened and her heartbeat boomed she realized that maybe jealousy wasn’t quite what she was feeling anymore. This feeling happened to start with the infamous letter L.

#julien baker x reader #julien baker fanfic #julien baker fluff #boygenius x reader #jj writes #julien baker au #julien baker one shot #julien baker x singer!reader #lucy dacus x reader #phoebe bridgers x reader #wlw #lesbians

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misshoneyimhome · 5 months

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You mentioned that the inexperienced reader has gotten good at giving blowjobs to William. How did William react of skills of her rocking his world right before his contract meeting? He would totally test her flexibly after the meeting just to make her loose her mind.

Alright, we're taking a few leaps in time here - hope it all flows well for you 🤍

[Or who cares if it's a bit confusing; it's Willy smut, and we're all just here for the fun, right]

However, I do still hope you enjoy it, even though it turned out to be quite lengthy... 🙈 No pun intended

Also, I decided to weave in two other requests (1 & 2) to create a full chapter, so it sort of turned out to be three stories in one - please, feel free to share your thoughts (on the length, amount of smut, or anything else) - Otherwise, just sit back and enjoy 😊

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (m receiving); mention of masturbation; praise!kink; light spanking; dominance!kink; thigh riding; edging; light bondage; unprotected sex (p in v); cum inside; more oral sex (m receiving, mention of f receiving); swallowing...?

I won't even try and defend myself on this 🙈 I know, nobody asked for 5.9K words of Willy Nylander smut... 🤍

[Credits to sarahaugenphotography]

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt IV I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

"Hey, you alright, babe?" you inquired, your voice gentle and cautious, while you looked at your boyfriend, William Nylander.

"Hmm... I’m fine," he merely responded, though his restless leg under the table suggested otherwise. His tense fingers played with the mug, even though he had already finished his coffee and was now just staring into space. His striking blue eyes sparkled, and his expression remained calm yet resolute.

You had just finished breakfast. Even though William wasn't initially hungry when you’d asked, you still prepared a small plate of his favourite pancakes, which he devoured with evident satisfaction.

"Hey, it's okay if you're feeling nervous. Anyone would be," you offered a soft smile across the table.

"I know, but I'm not - my agent has it all sorted, babe," he reassured you, although it sort of seemed like he was trying to convince himself, as you noticed his attempt at a smile, but it quickly faded.

Truth be told, William hadn't been particularly nervous during the many months of negotiating his contract. He had complete faith in his manager and agent, confident that he'd make the right decision no matter what.

While it wasn't a secret that William wanted to stay in Toronto - at least, that's what he had communicated to everyone, including the press - he understood that his career came first. If a better deal presented itself elsewhere, he would take it. But Toronto was more than just a city; it was home to him.

And naturally, you played a role in all of this too. Since you and William started dating, he felt a subtle desire to be wherever you were. Not that he'd ever choose not to transfer because of you – you understood that. Yet, a small part of him hoped to stay there so that the two of you could be together.

Especially since you hadn't really discussed what would happen if he didn't get an extension.

Yet today marked his final meeting with the managers, settling the last details, and hopefully, reaching an agreement to sign. Despite William not displaying any nervous emotions, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety on his behalf. This was a significant step in his career, and you wanted to be nothing but supportive. After all, you were in a committed relationship, and all you wanted was for William to be happy.

And as you both sat in silence, an urge to comfort your man washed over you. You wanted to make him feel at ease and tune into his calm pulse.

So, gradually, you got up from your chair and took measured steps around the table, placing your hands gently on William's shoulders as you tenderly caressed him. Your fingers traced his neck and the cascade of his long locks as you admired your stunning man. His composed demeanour had always impressed you, and now you felt the need to impress him as well – to show him just how proud you were of him.

Gently, you offered his shoulders a light massage, ensuring you wouldn't tense up his muscles. You observed him relaxing from his position, leaning back in the chair into your touch.

Noticing him slowly tilting his head back, you bent down behind him, placing a soft kiss on his earlobe before whispering, "Are you sure you don't need me to help calm your nerves?"

Your seductive voice echoed through his ear, and William felt a comfortable shiver run down his spine, as he closed his eyes, letting himself relax under your butterfly kisses on his neck. Your hands carefully sneaked in front of his torso, under his shirt by the collar, gently toying with his light chest hairs.

"Mmm... maybe I could use some help..." he moaned softly, feeling a small tingling down in his groin as one of your hands began traveling further down under his shirt.

And with a light bite onto his earlobe, you seductively added, "Then get up and let me take care of you..."

Which you didn't have to tell him twice.

Rising from his seat, you both moved around so William could lean against the dining table, and you stood in front of him, on your toes, sharing a deep, passionate kiss while tucking two fingers under the hem of his sweats. Pulling back, you looked him straight in the eyes with a flirtatious smirk. Then, you squatted before him, pulling down his sweats along with his boxers, letting his semi-hard member come in contact with the cool air.

Your eyes glinted up at him as you kissed his muscular thighs, his hand gently stroking your hair, and his eyes meeting yours. William couldn't help but gasp, slightly parting his lips as you kissed closer to his growing member, licking and nipping his sensitive flesh.

"Baby, no teasing," he muttered softly, as you used one hand to gently stroke his length, feeling how his blood flow made him completely hard for you under your touch. You licked your lips, hungry to make contact with his tender skin, and as he wished, you parted your lips to wrap them around his tip, circling your tongue before slowly taking him further into your warmth.

William let out small grunts as he felt you take him deeper with every slow motion, hitting the back of your mouth as you expertly worked him with your hand. Your saliva coated every inch of him as you concentrated on breathing through your nose, relaxing the back of your throat, allowing yourself to take more and more of him in.

Truth be told, you were rather impressed with yourself.

William wasn't exactly on the smaller side - nor unrealistically large. But he was thick, a good length that could fill you up completely and girth that could stretch you wonderfully. To you, his cock was perfect.

And as you bopped your head and offered him every part of your warm mouth in a seductive and sensual manner, you observed how his hips softly began to rock and his eyes turned away from yours, closing shut as he leaned back. One hand still in your hair, while the other held a tight grip onto the table behind him.

His breaths gradually grew deeper and more inconsistent as his climax built up, and he could feel himself nearing the peak.

"Oh yes, baby, so damn good," he praised you softly between moans, his hand gripping your hair more firmly. "Fuck yes... shit... baby, more... I'm getting close."

His words acted like a spell, and instinctively, you increased your speed, bobbing faster as you took him deeper. Your hand worked the area you didn't have in your mouth, feeling his hips thrust against your movements.

He was so close.

You sensed the tightening in his thighs, his hand holding onto the table, while his other hand ensuring you wouldn't pull away.

Then with several more bobs, William let out a deep grunt as he reached his climax, releasing into your mouth. And you willingly swallowed every bit, cleaning up his sensitive shaft with your tongue and lips.

William's breaths were deep as he regained control, his lungs filling with air as he slowly came down from his high, and you gently let go of his member.

"Fuck, baby, you're so good at this..." he softly muttered, and you couldn't help but elicit a chuckle as you rose from your knees.

"I just wanted to make you feel good before your meeting," you flashed him a mischievous smile, gently wrapping your arms around him as he pulled you in for a hug and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Well, I must admit you really did, baby..."

You’d taken the day off from work to get the condo ready for a family visit, as they all wanted to be there for William on this significant day in his career. And while his father, Michael, had already headed to the arena to join William for the training session, his mother and sisters opted for some rest at the hotel before joining you later.

And as your boyfriend and his agent were in the meeting, you busied yourself with tidying up the place. However, amidst the preparations, you felt a bit naughty and decided to give William a sneak peek of what awaited him when he got home. You kept it classy enough though, considering the possibility that he might open your message it in front of others.

Meanwhile, across town, William was smiling during his meeting. Everything seemed to be falling into place exactly as he had hoped, and after months of negotiations, the final touches were about to be put down just before his signature.

The atmosphere was calm and relaxed as his agent discussed the details, and William mostly had to sit back and follow along. However, as the conversation continued and the final touches were being ironed out, his phone suddenly vibrated.

And as curiosity got the best of him, he saw your name on the display, yet knowing it could either be something nice or naughty, he decided to open your message – which turned out to be a seductive mirror photo of you in lingerie, accompanied by the text: 'Hope the meeting is going well for you, baby – can't wait to see you later.'

William had to gulp to contain his reaction. Shit, he thought. Of course, you'd be teasing him like this. But he couldn't help but smile. You were stunning, and with the meeting going in his favour, all he wanted was to celebrate with you later. And the way you’d already given him a taste of how good your mouth felt like, he had an idea of just what to do with you.

It had become a familiar game between the two of you, especially since the trip to Sweden where William had teased you all day, culminating in a passionate round of sex in his childhood home with his family just down the hall.

And describing how mortified and embarrassed you’d felt would be an understatement, but it only took a week for you to exact your revenge.

After the boys immediately went on tour following the Global Series, you became a master at teasing William, as you sent him lingerie photos, nudes, and dirty messages that had him thoroughly riled up. It was a perfect game.

And as he returned home, ready to reciprocate, you found yourself on a short business trip. Though it was only for two days, for William, it felt like an eternity.

It wasn't that you didn't crave his touch – of course, you did – but the thrill of the game was more intriguing. Besides, you managed to satisfy your needs with a vibrator, even sending him a short snap of the act.

And ýou knew you were in for a round of trouble.

Upon your return from the business trip, William wasted no time picking you up and taking you to his place. And without hesitation, you agreed.

He’d naturally tried to keep his cool at first. He ordered some of his favourite takeout, which you enjoyed as you lounged on the sofa. Then gently William began caressing your thighs and teasingly moving close to your core before retreating completely. Which he repeated a couple of times, well aware that it was slowly driving you insane.

However, you maintained a small smile on your lips, not wanting to let on how much he was getting to you. And together, you both managed to keep control as you watched a TV show.

But then, as you snuggled up to William in a spooning position and purposely ground your ass into his groin, he slowly grew impatient, and he felt the need to put you in your place.

It hadn't always been a fantasy of William's to act like this, but a comment from a few of his teammates during the Sweden trip had sparked some ideas in him.

“Det är nästan som att hon är Ana till din Christian Grey,” (It’s almost like she’s the Ana to your Christian Grey) Calle had teased, after the lads had been talking about how much sex you’d been having ever since you’d admitted your lack of experience.

“Du har verkligen visat henne världen – och nu testar hon vattnet – hon är en kinky en, Willy, du kan verkligen ha kul med henne,” (You’ve really shown her the world – and now she’s testing the waters – she’s a kinky one, Willy, you could really have some fun with her) Lagesson had added with a mischievous grin, prompting William to consider what other limits he could push with you.

"You’re being a bad girl, baby," William spoke with a dark, husky voice, whispering into your ear and causing a shiver to run down your spine. However, you were more intrigued by the fact that you had finally stirred his attention.

"I don’t know what you mean," you innocently spoke, still looking at the screen as you 'ignored' his accusations. "I’m just getting comfortable."

As you gently wiggled your ass a little more, ensuring his cock twitched just enough to tease, a deep grunt escaped from the man behind you. And the satisfied smirk formed on your lips, swiftly removed as William had evidently reached his limit.

"Mmm. I think I need to teach you a little lesson on how we do things here," his voice was rough, and without saying anything else, William rose from his position, hoisted you with his strong arms, and tossed you over his shoulder before carrying you to the bedroom. You had to contain a small giggle, knowing it would only encourage him further. Yet, you were also tempted to play with fire.

As he put you down, you offered him a small smile, one that he didn't return. Which could only mean one thing for you – you were about to be punished.

William wasn't particularly rough – perhaps a mild version of Christian Grey – but he certainly had a dominant side. Much like the first time you had had sex when he had spanked you a few times. It had been an unfamiliar mix of pain and pleasure, something you had been slightly intrigued to explore a little more ever since.

And tonight, he let his inner dominant side take charge. As you stood before him, he issued his first command.

"Strip for me," he spoke with a soft smirk formed on his lips. So, you stripped down to your dainty knickers, earning a cocked brow as William sat on the edge of the bed. "Completely, älskling."

And with a gentle nod, you did as told.

"I knew you could be a good girl… come here."

However, just as you thought you were going to straddle your boyfriend and have the opportunity to ride him, he shifted you and pulled you to bend you over his knees with your ass in position for his right hand.

You suppressed a smile as William looked intensely at you, and you turned your head to meet his eyes.

“Why do you always have to be a fucking tease?” he asked with a dark chuckle, and you found yourself biting down on your lower lip before responding with an almost innocent smile.

“Because I can.”

Less than a second later, you felt William’s hand slamming across your ass cheek, earning a light moan from you as you closed your eyes and felt the sting on your skin.

“That’s right, baby…”

Then you felt the spank again.

“This is for being such a bad girl…”

And again. Every time, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, feeling your core beginning to tingle, yet you craved something else entirely.

“Willy, I want to touch you,” you heard yourself softly speak after the fourth smack.

“Oh, you want to touch me? Alright, get up, babe,” he chuckled lightly, and again, you did as he said.

However, instead of giving you what you wished for, William leaned over to the nightstand, took out a pair of faux leather cuffs, and sat back in his position.

“Turn, älskling,” and with a quick eyeroll, you let him cuff your wrists together before he turned you back around and pulled you into his lap, one of his thick thighs between your legs for you to straddle. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

Again, his light chuckle had a hint of darkness and dominant disapproval, to which you naturally had to offer him a light nod.

Your knees were on the bed, William's muscles flexing against your core, and your wrists were tied behind your back; it wasn't exactly an easy position. But William felt content with it, and as his eyes wandered your body, he gave you his next command.

"Ride me," he smirked, placing his lips onto the sensitive skin of your neck, wrapping a hand behind your head, intertwining fingers with your hair, and the other holding your hips in place.

Slowly, you began rocking your hips, grinding your sensitive core against his thigh. And you couldn't help but moan a little, letting yourself sink into the pleasurable feeling of rubbing your clit against the dry fabric of his sweats.

William sucked and bit your neck in between kisses, releasing his mouth to stare at you with an intense glare as you closed your eyes and increased your speed. His hand on your lower back guided your motions, and slowly you became more and more eager, grinding yourself more intensely against him in search of the impending orgasm.

"Oh yes, Willy," you panted lightly, feeling the knot in your lower tummy form, and a euphoric state slowly clouding your mind.

"Yeah, it feels good, baby?"

"So, good, Willy..."

He could almost feel how you were clenching your walls in mere desperation to reach your peak, again increasing your speed as your breaths became incoherent.

"Don't come, baby."

"What?"

"I said: don't come," William's voice was filled with content as he observed how desperate you were, almost crying as you had to slow down your movements to avoid reaching climax.

It was torture.

You let out a whimper as you opened your eyes again and met his intense gaze.

"Willy, please…"

And as your cry rang like music in his ears, he felt his own need for release as his cock had solidly stiffened in his sweats.

"Looks like you've made a bit of a mess, baby," William chuckled again, noticing the wet patch you'd created on his thigh. "Stand up."

Without hesitation, you rose again, staring at your boyfriend with a slightly open mouth as he stripped down to nothing as well, before gently undoing your wrists.

"You're such a good girl for me," he praised with a low voice, carefully rubbing his thumb over your lower lip as his eyes locked intensely with yours.

"Always," you simply replied, gently licking his thumb before he bent down and forcefully connected your mouths. His hands found your ass as he hoisted you into his grip and firmly took a few steps to press you against the wall.

Your tongues were hungry to taste each other, mixing saliva. And you couldn't help but feel your core clenching as you felt William's member hard against your inner thigh.

“Willy, please, in me,” you almost begged in between kisses, and this time, you got what you wished for.

William's length quickly found your entrance, easing in as your arousal had provided a good amount of juices. You couldn’t contain your moans as he stretched your walls, harmonising with him as he felt every inch of your warmth.

And swiftly, his hips found a steady rhythm, pounding in and out of you as William shifted between connecting his lips with yours and moaning into the crook of your neck.

It was heated and passionate. No game anymore as you were making love and both craving a release. His cock felt so good inside of you, filling you up and stretching your walls as his deep moans echoed in your ears like sweet sounds.

“You feel so fucking amazing, baby.”

Your hands were tightly gripping onto his hair, and you soon found yourself again getting closer to the edge.

“Please, I want to come,” you cried out as William thrust into you, bringing dangerously close to your orgasm of he denied you once more.

But this time he gave you, his approval. And as soon as he spoke the words, you let out a deep moan and surrendered to the intense orgasm.

And before short, William felt himself about to reach his own climax. The tightness around him pushed him closer, and as he continued to fuck you through your high, feeling your muscles clench around him, he too let go and reached his peak, spilling his seed into your warmth.

“Yes… Mmm…” he let out deep grunts, slowly pumping a few more times as he regained his breath, both calming down from the intense high of finally giving in to deep desires.

In comfortable silence, you both untangled from the heated moment, gently cleaning up before retiring to the bed where William, as always, made sure to give you proper aftercare.

“I hope I wasn’t too rough with you,” he offered you a slightly concerned smile as you rested beside him.

“Not at all, Willy,” you flashed him a soft chuckle. “But I’m glad you're still worried about it.”

“Of course, älskling, I only want you to feel good.”

“You always make me feel so good, baby,” you smiled before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Despite the intensity of the games you occasionally played, both of you found them more intriguing than anything else.

Especially after the Sweden trip and that memorable night, it became an ongoing play. When William was on the road, every day felt like torture for him. He'd play exceptionally well, knowing you'd be watching back at home. And in the evening, you'd catch up during a video call, where mutual self-pleasure often followed. Teasing photos were exchanged daily, ensuring he had something to look at in case he felt the need for release. And you'd be ready to guide him through it over the phone while satisfying yourself.

However, despite the fun of teasing when apart, nothing compared to how William would take you when he got back. Nearly every surface of his condo had been in contact with either of your skin. Whether it was your body on the dining table, his ass print on the sofa, your back against the shower, or any other wall, you'd been there.

Yet what amazed you the most, was how your relationship had evolved into something more. After being introduced as his girlfriend, you both had made your relationship public, not just to players and families but also to the rest of the world.

In his ever-so-chill and discreet way, William had posted stories of you on his social media, and you'd done the same about him. It was all rather cute, nothing overly lovey-dovey as Auston had put it. You were officially together for the world to see, and it felt more than amazing.

The only challenge you faced next was, of course, William’s contract extension.

It had been underway for a while, and although you were aware of it from the beginning, you tried not to think too much about it. Perhaps it was because the fear that William might not stay in Toronto lingered in the background, and discussing it might make it all too real, bringing tears to your eyes.

Not that you showed it to William. He didn't exhibit any signs of concern or worry, so you attempted to match his calm energy and simply enjoy the present. Your relationship was profound, and you were willing to make the best of every moment.

Yet, as the negotiations approached their final days, impatience grew within you. And your best way to deal with it was to show your man how much you cared for him and supported whatever decision they'd reach, which often meant taking him down your throat. It was a skill you proudly possessed, and it brought you almost as much pleasure as it did for him.

And it was also very much on your mind during the family dinner.

Despite the overwhelming joy over William finalizing an 8-year extension in Toronto with a satisfactory salary, the thought lingered in your mind.

And amidst the Swedish chatting, cheers, delicious foods, and drinks, the idea of celebrating with William alone distracted you from keeping up with the mix of languages. Despite their best efforts to engage you in the conversation, you were more occupied with resting a hand on your boyfriend’s thigh, contemplating just how you were going to please him.

“Easy, baby,” William softly whispered in your ear as your hand had slowly travelled to cup his member through his baggy jeans. “Save it for later….”

You softly smiled to yourself, gently biting down on your lower lip as you let your hand slip back to just rest on his thigh again. And, before everyone wanted to rise from the table and go for an evening walk with the dogs, you couldn’t help but leave him with a small comment.

“Can’t wait to show you just how much of a good girl I can be for you.”

Your voice held nothing but seduction, and you knew that such a whisper in front of his family was way over the line. A line he had started crossing the night in Sweden, and you were simply playing along.

But your comment wasn’t left unattended as you noticed William’s flickering eyes and a smirk forming on his lips before he rose from his seat.

“Oh, you better be,” he merely whispered as they all began cleaning the table and left for a walk.

Fortunately, none of the family members stayed for long, needing rest due to jet lag, and soon you were back in the condo, slowly stripping each other as you shared deep, passionate kisses.

William's hands roamed your body as if he'd never explored it before, and you felt every inch of his skin you could reach. It was hungry, yet slow and intense as you lay on the bed, his fingers finding your core, stretching your walls while his tongue flicked and sucked your clit a few times.

He prepared you so well, making you feel incredible as your body trembled under his touch, feeling the intensity of a rush coursing through every cell and slowly clouding your mind.

He even brought you to orgasm just with his fingers and mouth, your fists clenching the bed sheets, letting your juices coat him as your mouth moaned his name over and over again.

William always took such good care of you, ensuring you came before he thought about his own needs. And tonight, he knew exactly how he wanted to finish.

And after your first orgasm, he then knelt, placed your ankles on his shoulders, and eased himself into your depths, feeling your walls tighten around him. He hovered over you, supporting himself on his arms, and had your knees come closer to your face before he pounded hard into you.

His skin slapped against yours as your uncontrollable moans filled the room, and he was touching the deepest parts inside you, making you squirm and cry out. It was intense as he kept hitting a very sensitive spot, overstimulating with every thrust, and it didn't take long before you let a second orgasm take over, screaming out curse words that clearly signalled your climax.

You were on cloud nine, your legs shaking when William released them from this position, and it took a moment to find air again before you could open your eyes and look at him with a satisfied smile.

Naturally, he returned it, confident and proud of his work as always, turning you into a piece of art of a mess again.

But tonight was not about you. It was about him.

And though William loved nothing more than to fuck you into oblivion, he did have something else in store for you.

"On your knees."

His voice was dark and husky as his fingers threaded through your hair, guiding you onto the floor. You obeyed without protest. His dominant side was showing again, and you felt a mix of excitement and shock as his eyes had turned darker after your passionate lovemaking.

You knelt before him, your eyes intensely looking up at his large figure, shifting between his face and his throbbing cock, hard and eager for release. You trembled as he approached, kneeling before you, his lips pressing against yours, and his tongue exploring your mouth.

You couldn't help but moan in response, your hands desperately seeking him. But swiftly, he withdrew, leaving you in need of more than just a heated kiss.

Then standing before you, William looked at you with a confident, smug expression. You were down on your knees for him, ready to please and bring him to climax after he'd been good to you. And as he took a step forward, aligning his hard member with your slightly parted lips, he looked down at you with deep desire in his eyes.

"Open up."

No more words were needed before you eagerly moistened your lips with your tongue and opened wide enough for you to take his length into your warm mouth.

William couldn't contain a deep moan as you took him in, letting your saliva cover his shaft as you tasted yourself. You used a hand to stroke the part your mouth couldn't reach, pushing yourself to take him in fully. And as the sensitive tip hit the very back of your throat, your nose struggled to control your breathing.

"Shit, yes, baby… so fucking good…"

William's dark grunts echoed through the bedroom, and you could taste his salty precum as he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and slowly began rocking his hips. You felt his muscles tense and his grip on the back of your head tighten, and so you decided to make him see the stars he deserved. Taking in a deep breath through your nostrils, you did your best to relax your throat and took him all in, your nose meeting the skin above his cock as you felt your lower lip touch the top of his balls.

“Oh fuck…!” his moan came out in surprise as he looked down at you with wide eyes, gagging on his thick cock as you forced yourself to keep in him, tears polling in the corner of your eyes, before you gently pulled back to breath. You could tell that he had not expected that, and being a little proud on yourself, you then turned to his balls, took one in your mouth, sucked it a little as you gave his length a few strokes before giving the other ball the same attention. “Y/n/n… fu.. shi..”

Saying William was speechless was an understatement, as you let your mouth to work every bit of tender skin he had to offer. Licking up his shaft again before you took the tip in your mouth again, circling with your tongue before once again down him entirely. Moaning around his cock you felt him twitch under your touch, and you knew he was getting closer to his climax. His moans and breaths seemed uncontrolled, his hand keeping your head in place as his hips began thrusting against you, and you had to hold your hands on his hips to keep him from choking you.

“Baby, I’m gonna come…”

William felt his climax about to peak, and then pulling you away from his cock, he looked down at you with a satisfied smirk.

You were there on your knees between his leg, with your mouth open. Ready to be fed. Your eyes looked up at him with hunger, as you watched as he stroked himself. Slowly. Intently. His veins were engorged, and he build and build until he was ready to climax.

“Stick your tongue out for me.” And you did a told. “Mmm that’s a good girl.”

With a deep grunt, he then stuck his cock in your mouth again, and unloaded onto your palate. His sticky cum coated your tongue and painted the inside of your mouth white.

And just before you could do anything, he spoke again.

“Hold it. Do not swallow until I say so….”

He released his member from your warm mouth, and you had to keep control of yourself as you held his cum in your mouth, looking up at him as he gently stroked your hair. “Oh fuck… you have no idea how pretty you look…”

You had to focus your gaze on him, letting yourself enjoy the sweet and salty taste of him. Your eyes batting as you awaited his final command.

William enjoyed the image of you before him more than he’d expected. You were so fucking gorgeous, and you were his. Letting his thumb gently rub over your lips as he was calming down from his high, he then gave you your last treat.

“You can swallow now, baby.”

And so, you did.

You let his cum glide down your sore throat before gasping for air. William always tasted so good. Like you couldn’t get enough of him; you could eat him like candy, send him to pleasure as you challenged your own abilities.

And as always, being the gentleman he was, William helped you rise from the floor, pulling you in for a tender embrace, and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You couldn’t contain a smile as you gazed up at him, your arms finding his neck as you enjoyed the warmth from his body.

“Congratulations on the contract, Willy,” you spoke softly, gently playing with the locks of his hair.

And returning your smile, William let out a light chuckle. “Thanks, babe… you were fucking incredible.”

“I know,” you replied with a wide grin. “I just love pleasing you like that.”

“Mmm… can’t really complain, now can I…”

“Hmm, no, I don’t think you can.”

As rough and dominant as William could be, he also showed a caring and soft side. And after cleaning you both up in the bathroom, he prepared for bed and let you cuddle in his arms as you again locked eyes in a comfortable silence, before he broke it.

“Move in with me…”

His words came as a complete surprise.

“What?”

“Move in with me,” he repeated with a light chuckle, his voice suggesting it was the most obvious thing to do. And you couldn’t control how your eyes darted from side to side as you stared into his.

“Willy, are you sure? Or are you just trying to be nice?”

But the question wasn’t all that sudden to William. For a while now, he had been thinking about it, mostly because you spent so much time at his place anyway. It would just make sense that you didn’t have another place. Besides, you always took care of his dogs when he was on the road, so you might as well just live there. To him, it seemed so simple.

“Of course, otherwise I wouldn’t ask.”

His calm demeanour could still take you by surprise, and as you let out a light sigh and a chuckle, you just looked at his wonderful blue eyes.

“Alright, let me think about it.”

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Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The Commonwealth ain’t so bad right…? Maybe if he does what he’s told, his family will be safe. That’s what matters… • SFW/NSFW/ANGST • TW: Injuries / Pregnancy & Birth / Separation Anxiety / Scars • Ignoring S11’s canon

“You really think this’ll help us…going to the Commonwealth?” Y/N frowns leaning against Daryl as the two were sat on the couch in his basement room. He gently takes her hand into his squeezing it. “For us…it…Judith and RJ…Dog? What about Maggie? She’s not going…”

“We’ll give it a test run…see what happens and Maggie she’ll be safe. She wants to stay to help rebuild”

“We could—-“

“Need to think about the kids…what’s best for them, so it’s really if they’ll like it” Daryl squeezes her hand again then letting go and resting it on her belly. “Even if we did stay, I wouldn’t let yea do the crazy workaholic shit you’d do. Just know I won’t let anything happen to yea or them…yer always my top priority”

Y/N rests her hand over his for just a moment before shifting to face him. Gently brushing the hair out of the way of his face.

“Daryl…”

“Hm?”

“Don’t let them break you…”

•

Being processed was a lengthy and annoying process to deal with. Makes one miss Rick’s three questions. Now it’s like a game of 20 questions and a job placement. Daryl obviously being put into training for security and Y/N got lucky being placed in the farming district where she got to work with somebody she knows, Ezekiel. Which also meant Daryl telling him the news and to keep an eye on her when he can’t.

“This reminds me of my apartment from the before…just. A little nicer”

“A little nicer? I’m afraid to even ask” Daryl laughs a bit setting his pack down as Dog instantly went to sniff around the entire place. “Uhm. We’ll take the only bedroom”

“Unless you want the kids to have it and we’ll sleep out here” Y/N states sitting down on one of the mattresses in the main room letting Dog jump to her laying in her lap.

Daryl instantly scoffs to such as he moves to sit beside her. “Nah. You’re pregnant. And I ain’t letting Dog jump on yea in the middle of the night”

“He’ll scratch the door if you keep it closed”

“Better than stomping on’em” He states grazing his fingers on her belly as Dog nips at him. “I swear! You can’t do that”

“Guess he’s going to be over-protective over this one too” She laughs petting Dog behind the ears as Daryl pulls her into his side kissing her temple.

“Don’t mean he can nip at me” He mumbles giving Y/N another kiss to the temple before shooing Dog off. “Gonna check the rest of the place before gettin’ the kids”

“Be careful, D”

“Nothin’ gonna scare me in this small ass apartment” Daryl rolls his eyes opening the closet for a broom to fall out and spook him. He sighs annoyed especially when his girl started to laugh because of that. “You saw nothing”

“Okay okay…sure” Y/N smiles leaning against the wall still seated on the unmade mattress resting her hands on her barely showing belly. “I hope we’re safe here…” she whispers to herself.

•

“Y/N!!!” Ezekiel cheers happily approaching his friend that he’s missed and couldn’t help but hug her. “I won’t be too tight! I heard the good news, how far along??”

“Uhm. I think I’m reaching 4 months? I just got an appointment here…” Y/N laughs nervously as the words that escaped her made her anxious. This Commonwealth had a lot. A hospital for Christ’s sake! She couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of something being wrong or the doctors being monsters. Or both.

“You sound unsure…is Daryl coming with you to your appointment?”

“He’s in the training camp with Rosita to see who works well with who. Mercer told him he couldn’t go…”

“Then that’s settled! I’ll go with you!” Ezekiel smiles warmly. “I understand how strange this place is and I’ve been to their hospital a few times for my own thing, so I know the lay out and a few of the doctors. I’ll protect you for Daryl”

Y/N couldn’t help the hormones making her emotional enough to start sobbing. Ezekiel didn’t even react negatively to such, all he did was smile and bring her into his embrace.

This was weird. Really. Weird. Y/N hasn’t sat in a hospital waiting room since well. Y/N was in a hospital when the world ended, in a similar sense like Rick but not entirely. She kept her hands protectively on her belly watching everyone walk by. Security. Hospital personnel. Happy people. God…is it bad to have all this fear coursing through you when everyone around you is in good spirits?

“Ms. Dixon?”

Ezekiel was first to stand as Y/N stayed in her seat for a second longer before following his action by standing and soon following the nurse.

“Is this the father?” The OB smiles closing the door once Ezekiel had entered.

“No he’s uhm in security so he couldn’t get time off…” This talk felt strange…very old world.

“Well, I can always put in the good word for future appointments.” She smiles jotting that information down on Y/N’s chart. “But it’s also always nice to have close friends with you as well”

“I 100% agree” Ezekiel smiles letting Y/N get situated on the exam table and keeping an eye on her body language in case he needed to stop everything.

But before the OB could even get the gel on, Y/N took a hold of her wrist out instinct. Realizing what she did and let go immediately. The OB stopped what she was doing and carefully took Y/N’s hand into both of hers.

“My name is Erin Mathews, I was an OB resident in the old world and I’ve done my fair share of surviving before the Commonwealth found me.” Erin reassures Y/N’s anxieties slightly with the softness she radiated. “I’m not like the others in this community. Whatever you want, I’ll do. You’ll receive all the care needed, with the privacy you want. I won’t let anything happen to you or your baby. You’re safe”

Ezekiel was sold, he really liked this girl and Y/N relaxed just enough for Erin to finally get started. Erin not only made a note to get her husband to have the time off for these future appointments but also in case of emergency to have Ezekiel’s name jotted down.

The sound of the baby’s heartbeat pulled Y/N out of every negative thought she stirred up when Erin first put the ultrasound wand on. Her attention hasn’t left the screen once Erin pushed it over for them to see.

“Daryl is going to lose it when he sees this for himself” Ezekiel smiles holding the picture of the ultrasound as the two walk back to the living quarters. “Hell! Another piece to the future coming in five months!” He happily handed the picture back seeing his friend start to tear up again. “Oh Y/N…”

“It’s just…u-unbelievable. I-I can safely have this baby.” She continued to sob happily bringing herself into Ezekiel’s embrace. “Daryl doesn’t have to worry about anything going w-wrong and having n-n-nothing to do about it”

“You’re safe here, Y/N. And we all know Daryl Dixon will make sure of it”

And boy does he.

Daryl came back after a long and rather annoying day to hearing humming from the other part of the apartment. He quietly approaches the small kitchenette watching his partner work away at making dinner with what she could get. Mainly groceries Ezekiel gave her given their small family just arrive and haven’t had money come in yet.

“You seem happy”

Y/N flinches slightly causing Dog who was trailing her to start sniffing her in case of anything. Once she relaxed, she gave Daryl a small smile before continuing to cook.

“I am”

“Uh. How was the…doctor’s appointment?” Daryl asks on his way over to Y/N’s side bringing his arm around her as she went into her back pocket to take out the small pictures.

It didn’t take long for Daryl to get a hold of the picture himself as Y/N noticed the man started to stare at it. He wouldn’t move or look away.

“They’re healthy. The doctor was really nice too…she said she might be able to get you—-“ Y/N was cut off by Daryl suddenly hugging her, tightly but of course not too tight. She brought her arms around him hearing the soft sniffles that escaped him. “Oh Daryl…”

“Baby’s healthy, you’re healthy…y’all are gonna be okay” Daryl sobs holding onto his woman as his anxiety was toward what happened years back. A part of him will always be haunted by what happened to Lori, especially when his partner is pregnant. But now he doesn’t have to fear in its entirety of what could happen.

He can relax a little…

•

“I have arrived, and with good company” Carol smiles letting herself in with Rosita following shortly behind as Coco was with Eugene for the evening.

“It’s been a minute since it was just us. Have you heard anything from Maggie about Alexandria?”

“They are doing good with rebuilding. The commonwealth is actually helping instead of what we feared when we first arrived here” Rosita sets down dinner she had picked up from one of the services for free prepared meals as she made sure to grab something Y/N will enjoy. “Soooo…do you guys know what you’re having?”

“Oh please tell me you’re not keeping it a secret! I keep trying to ask Daryl when I see him but the man keeps brushing me off” Carol scoffs slightly as she watches Y/N slowly take a seat on the couch.

“Daryl doesn’t know”

The two quickly share a glance before bringing themselves closer hoping Y/N would budge but she looked as if she wanted Daryl to know first. But fucking hell she can’t keep it to herself for long.

“It’s a girl but you can’t tell D until I do!” She almost shouts out as Carol immediately hugs her friend while Rosita screams from excitement herself.

“Oh you better tell Daryl soon! We have a bet going on!”

“Rosita!”

“They ain’t the only better floating. But wait before you tell Ezekiel. He won and I have to make a dozen cookies for pay up” Carol laughs with the two.

As girls night comes to a close and Y/N found herself laying in bed staring up at the ceiling. She was both missing Daryl and the kids, but also missing those from the past. Most nights since being in the Commonwealth lead her to reminisce and feel slightly bad because those she lost deserved the luxury of this place…it was a lot to think about all in one night.

Lost in her own thoughts she didn’t hear the door open which meant Daryl’s return. The kids were with Ezekiel for the evening because of girls night and he’d bring them back after school the next day. A whole other phenomenon to think about.

Daryl came into the bedroom about to rip off his armor but couldn’t help himself when spotting Y/N and bringing himself over to her. Kissing her belly gently, drawing her from her thoughts as she smiles warmly toward him.

“Is it already that late?”

“That I’m home? Mhm” Daryl sat on the edge of the bed watching Y/N slowly bring herself to sit up as her center made it difficult to do so. “How was…girls night?”

“Good. There’s leftovers if you’re hungry.” Y/N smiles watching Daryl rest his hand on her belly gently, he started to do this more in hopes he’d feel the little one given he missed all the other times she had called him to feel. “You know…I know what we’re having” and that instantly made the archer lock eyes with her in a bit of excitement.

“Yea gonna make me guess or gonna tell me?”

“Hm. I kinda wanna make you guess. But I’m also an impatient person”

“Ain’t that the truth” Daryl laughs slightly as he suddenly felt it. The smallest kick against his hand as he was now fixated on the small movement. He brought himself to completely turn toward his partner bringing both hands onto her belly. “It’s always these moments that I finally get to experience these great things”

“Mm. You’ll be around more when she arrives, you’ll make sure of it”

“Fuck yeah I will—-HEY!” Daryl exclaims looking up at Y/N seeing her smile even wider. “A girl?! Ha! I lost a bet and won one”

“Why are you betting on the gender of our baby?”

“Cuz…it’s a 50/50 chance” Daryl brought himself low enough to kiss her belly once more before finally getting up and getting out of his armor. “Better get comfy, I ain’t letting yea go tonight”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way”

•

The closer she got to a presumed due date the more anxious and nesty she became. But the other thought on her mind was what home was. Y/N wasn’t working once she got to eight months, because she was given leave and Ezekiel would force her out of the farming area every chance she wanted to get away from being confined to the apartment.

“Yknow how you started to nest when you were carrying Coco?”

“Why are we talking about this when I’ve talked about it with Y/N?” Rosita smiles followed with a short lived laugh as the two were at their stations for that shift. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t entirely know. The scary ass books Carol made me read are like. They start getting the home ready for a baby and start to nest. But Y/N has everything in a closet. Hasn’t really arranged anything or asked me to do anythin’”

“You think she wants to stay here?”

“What do yea mean?”

“Alexandria is back on its feet and from the reports done by Maggie? Commonwealth is starting to remove themselves from the place since they can hold their own again. You think Y/N would…want to go home?”

Returning back to the apartment Daryl hasn’t stopped thinking about such. This place was perfect, but he doesn’t want to force his partner to stay here and granted he’s always had mixed feelings about his job. The old world within this new one always felt weird and they were allowed to leave whenever as long as someone was notified. The one thing he really wants though is the hospital…in case anything happened. He couldn’t lose any of them.

He was greeted by Dog when he first opened the door before being hugged by Judith immediately. That was another thing, this place is confirmed safe. Safe for them.

But he didn’t want to force anything…

“You’ve seen—-“

“She’s laying down. Told me to tell you when you got back”

“Where’s RJ?”

“In our room. Is Aunt Carol coming over for dinner again?”

“Yeah, she’ll be here in a bit. How about you and your brother get ready while I check on Y/N?”

“Okie dokie” Judith smiles up at her uncle before pulling away to go do such as Daryl makes his way to their bedroom.

Daryl quietly opens the door finding Y/N fast asleep holding her belly protectively as he enters the room trying his best to remain quiet. He gently shuts the door behind him and went ahead with removing his boots before climbing into the bed with her. The smallest movement stirring her slightly as she tiredly looks at Daryl.

“Hey…”

“Hey yourself” He whispers laying beside her facing toward her. “You feelin’ alright?”

“Mhm. Back hurts” Y/N rubs a bit of the sleep from her eyes but she wasn’t in any mood to get up. “When’s Carol coming…?”

“Soon. She’s bringing dinner. I don’t gotta burn shit again” He laughs quietly watching her tiredly smile in response. “Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“Do you wanna go back to Alexandria?”

That’s when she fully opened her eyes looking at Daryl with a bit of a confused look on why he’d ask such.

“I…I’m not sure”

“We can. If you don’t like it here, we can always go back”

“But…Uh.” Y/N couldn’t find the words, she wanted to blame pregnancy brain but it was more so…if he likes it here, thinks we’ll be safe here…she doesn’t want to ruin it for him.

“Y/N. You know all I want from yea is to be safe right? Wherever we are. I need yea, the peanut, the kids…just safe.”

“D…I want the baby here, because they can…handle whatever may happen” okay… “But I don’t feel at home here”

“I get that. I get that entirely”

“You’re…not mad?”

“Why would I be? This was a fresh start, yeah. But it felt weird…not being in a place we built and protected together. Yeah we needed the commonwealth to help us back on our feet. But I was never gonna force you to stay here if you aren’t happy”

“I just…I miss our home. The one we built back up after the Saviors War. The one we let so many people stay in when they needed a place to stay. I want to raise our little girl there”

Daryl couldn’t help his small smile when hearing her say such. He brought himself closer to her wrapping his arm around her as she tried to get as close as humanely possible even with the bump in the way. He presses his lips against her forehead hearing her hum happily.

“Once you and the peanut are well enough…We’ll go home” He smiles as he whispers to her knowing very well she was becoming less anxious when he spoke. “You, me, Jude, RJ, Dog and the peanut. Will be home soon before you know it”

•

The gates to Alexandria quietly opened as Judith and RJ instantly ran through, immediately being engulfed in Maggie’s embrace and then her son Hershel’s. Aaron even brought himself and Gracie over to reunite with the few. Dog instantly followed after the kids keeping up with them and making sure they were safe like always.

Then Daryl came next, with Carol who wanted to be with her family always. She took care of bringing their stuff back within the familiar walls of their home. He waited patiently for Y/N to join him at his side feeling his arm find purchase around her waist as she carefully moves the blanket out of the way of their little girl that was fast asleep in her mother’s embrace.

“Welcome home, Robin”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #ok I wrote this before that Judith request came and imma still post this even if some bits sound the same #it prob won’t do well but I spent a lot of time on this so imma just post it

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venusxsturnio · 2 months

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✧.* 𝒟𝐸𝒥𝒜 𝒱𝒰 ✧.* - Olivia Rodrigo

EP.1.PILOT

PAIRINGღ matt x ex!black!fem!reader!influencer

SUMMARYღ matt and y/n, were the perfect couple. until everything started to go downhill for them. the secrets, the lies, the gaslighting. It became too much for y/n. 8 1/2 months later...here we are.

FROM VENUSღ i think this is going to be big. it's very SpOnTaNeOuS*+:｡.｡i hope you guys like it. i plan on making it a series (p.s. it's a slow burn so be PATIENT! :)

WARNINGSღ cursing...use of the word babe/baby...soft kisses

proofread!

FLASHBACK...

POV: 3RD PERSON

y/n and matt were standing at y/n's favorite concession stand ordering her favorite snack. y/n shivered as if she was cold, so matt took off his jacket and offered to swap with her just because he loved her. y/n laughed at the sight of matt wearing her sweater that was way to small for him.

trading jackets laughing bout how small it looks on you

REALITY...

matt was awoken from his trance by his girlfriend megan. they were standing at the exact same concession stand, ordering the same food, doing the same things. "Baby...I'm cold" megan said shivering from the cold breeze that was passing by. matt focused his attention onto his girlfriend, as he proceeded to remove his jacket, and offered it to her. they swapped jackets and megan laughed a little at the sight of how small her jacket was on him. matt laughed, but not like megan. instead, he tried to hide it. the fact that he was reminiscing about his ex, and how they were doing the same things. especially about how he missed her these past few weeks but he was quickly snapped out of his thoughts once again by his girlfriend handing him his food.

REALITY...

the couple made their way to the nearest ferris wheel, they paid their ticket to enter the ride. they sat down and the ride started. matt stared out the window until he felt his girlfriends hand being placed on his leg. "Are you okay?" megan asked with a bit of sympathy in her voice and she grabbed his hand to comfort him. "Yeah...I'm fine." he gave her a soft smile before giving her a quick peck on the forehead. "C'mon let's take a picture.." megan suggested to matt. he smiled as they both got into their poses. they took their picture and she posted it of course, showing off matt once again. he hated that. he wanted to keep their relationship private but megan didn't agree. she wanted to let everyone know about their relationship, either she bragged about him to her friends or she bragged about it on social media.

matt looked at megan with a soft face, she brought her hand up to his cheek and caressed it slowly. she started to lean in but matt zoned out once again.

i bet she's bragging to all her friends saying your so unique

FLASHBACK...

matt was in the same spot as before, but with y/n. she brought her hand up to his face and started leaning in. matt leaned in too. their lips smashed together. the kiss was lengthy. matt was soon brought back to reality by them parting from the kiss...

REALITY...

the ride came to a stop as matt and megan exited the ride. "That was fun!" megan claimed. matt just gave her a soft smile as they kept walking towards the exit of the theme park. they eventually made it to the parking lot. they got into the car as matt started it. they pulled out and got on the road. the car ride was silent until megan started yappin about this video she saw on tiktok. "Babe..can I go to vidcon with you guys this weekend. My favorite tiktoker is gonna be there. I really wanna meet her!" matt looked over at her. "yea of course" he smiled as he looked back at the road.

FLASHBACK...

y/n and matt sat in the car vibing to her favorite song when she turned down the music to ask him "Hey are we still up for Vidcon this weekend?" y/n asked. "Of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world. Especially now that your going.." a smirk appeared on the corner of matt's face. y/n playfully rolled her eyes while turning the music back up...

so when you gonna tell her, that we did that too

REALITY...

"matt! where are you going you just passed by the house?!" matt realized he passed right by the house and he hit a hard U-turn. "sorry, i wasn't thinking" he said breathing hard "did you even hear what i said?!" he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came to mind. "so you mean to tell me, you haven't been listening to me this whole time?!" matt slightly rolled his eye at the thought of her complaining. he hated that about her. every chance she got she'd always complain about something he wasn't doing. y/n never did that, y/n appreciated everything he did for her even if he just got her a bottle of water from the fridge or ran her bath water for her.

megan just kept rambling on about how he never listens to her at all. as they pulled into the garage matt took his seat belt off and faced his girlfriend. "look. ill take you to vidcon with us to see your favorite TikToker, ok?" he gave her a reassuring smile, megan looked at him and smiled "okay" they got out of the car and started walking in the house, they went up to their room, took showers and got ready to end the night. they got ready to lay down and megan started singing a song... it was y/ns favorite song. matt looked at her with wide eyes. "what" megan said looking at him confused "it's nothing" he said shaking his head as he turned the lamp off and headed to bed.

do you get deja vu huh?

FROM VENUSღ hey guys! hope you enjoyed this little chapter...i really want to make this a series but should i? anyways...don't forget that my dm's are always open if you guys have any suggestions or ideas!

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo fluff #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #venusxsturnio #matt sturniolo x reader #x reader #x female reader #sturniolo #black!fem!reader

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The Fake Girlfriend - pt. 3*

Summary: “Y/N finds out the complicated truth about the reason for her role as fake-girlfriend, and gets a bit possessive over Harry.”

Wc: 4.2k

Tropes: semi-enemies-to-lovers (she hates him)

Warnings: possessiveness (mostly from her), oral (m!receiving), cursing, dirty talk, sexual tension THROUGH THE ROOF, angst and insecurities

The next morning, I awake by the sunlight beaming through the window and right onto my face. I open my eyes, my body more relaxed than it has been in weeks, and my lips can't help but form into a lazy smile at thinking of the reason why.

However, the reason why isn't here.

A small frown creases my forehead, especially because I'm not hearing any noise from the bathroom. I lean towards Harry's side of the bed, and spot a note on his nightstand.

'Fulfilling groomsmen duties.

Breakfast is on the dresser.

Catch you later, H.'

Though it was sweet of him to leave a note, and to let me sleep in and leave me breakfast, my heart still churns at the idea that I won't see him until the afternoon. I had hoped we could talk about whatever the fuck happened yesterday, but I guess it will have to wait.

My heart flutters though, as I munch down my breakfast before hopping in the shower. Since I slept in, I have to hurry a little bit if I want to be ready in time.

Luckily I have my hair and make-up done in time, and I manage to strategically shimmy into my dress without ruining any of it. I send a silent prayer as I put on my heels, hoping the blisters will not form until after the ceremony.

After checking the itinerary, I start to make my way to the garden where the ceremony is to be held. Upon exiting our room, I run into a hard body which manages to catch before I fall onto the ground.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Matthew spits out as he helps me balance myself out again. I nod at him, smoothing my dress and taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, I should've watched where I was going." I awkwardly smile at him. He waves it off, and extends his arm to me.

"Need an escort to the garden?" He asks with a genuine smile. I hesitate for a moment, but from his body language, I gather that he got Harry's message from yesterday.

"That would be great."

We begin to walk and I immediately spot other people going the same way as us, easing my anxiety about getting there too early.

"Where is Harry?" Matthew brings me back into the moment after momentarily getting caught up in my thoughts.

"Uhm— groomsmen duties, he said." I answer, and Matthew hums. We walk down some stairs that are needed to take in order to reach the garden.

"You're not a groomsman?" Maybe it was a little too intrusive, but it was too late to take it back now. Matthew shook his head.

"Jimmy and Harry were in a football team together since they were little. It's how our Rosa met him. Jimmy and Rosa kind of see Harry as the reason why they got together, so even though they are not as close as they used to be, Jimmy made him a groomsmen." He explains, and I nod my head. That's an interesting part of his family history I did not yet know, and it makes me wonder. Maybe Matthew knows about the girl Harry's family wants to set him up with, the reason I’m here.

"What's with that frown?" Matthew goes to stand in front of me and lowers himself down to my height. I widen my eyes at him and force an exaggerated smile.

"Nothing, nothing..." I chuckle, shaking my head. He raises his eyebrows, not believing me one bit, but laughing along anyway.

"Let's go sit." He says, and leads us to the assigned seats, secretly rearranging them so we can sit next to each other. I laugh at his inability to be subtle, but he manages to pull it off nonetheless. We sit down, and I take in the garden and its beauty. Slowly, I spot the people who are here, and it dawns on me; everyone is very beautiful, especially the girls.

I spot a lengthy blonde in a baby pink dress, chatting with two brunettes whose dresses look like they were picked out from a runway. My brows crease at the sight of everyone's perfect hair, and I find myself smoothing out my own, which seems like a poor excuse for a head of hair now. My heart begins to beat faster and— oh my god I'm going crazy.

"Matthew." I say his name, sounding a bit more urging than I wanted to. His head shoots towards mine.

"Yeah?" He asks softly, a bit of concern evident on his face.

"Uhm… Harry– well, he told me about this girl–"

"Ophelia?"

Ophelia? That's her name?! If that is her actual name then I can't imagine what she looks like. Probably as ethereal as her name.

"I don't know, he never gave a name. But, he said she was going to be here." I tell him, and he hums. I wait to see if he's going to give me any information, but he doesn't say anything. "What– um, what do you know about her?"

My attempt at casualness falters with the stutter of my voice. Matthew lets out a breathy laugh at my nervous question, and is quick to stroke my arm.

"You have nothing to worry about, Y/N." He tries to assure me, and I give him a quick nod.

"I know, I know... I was just wondering, that's all." I turn my body away from Matthew, realizing how pathetic I was beginning to sound.

So what, Harry gave me an amazing orgasm and I think I'm developing a crush on him? I lost my best friend because of him. Well, I guess she was always a bit mean in hindsight, but still. Just because he was nice yesterday, doesn’t mean I should be acting like this.

"Ophelia's mom is good friends with Harry's mom, so they've known each other since middle school.” Matthew suddenly speaks up, and I can feel the blood rise to my cheeks. “They dated for about two years, went to prom together and everything, but they broke up when they graduated."

They dated..?

"Ophelia got a new boyfriend not long after the break-up. They got engaged and everything, but the guy cheated on her so they broke off the engagement like six months ago. Since then, Harry's mom has been forcing him to reconcile with Ophelia, but he was actively opposed to it. Sheila wouldn't let it go though, and usually Harry doesn't mind doing his mom a favor, but this time he was really against it. Now we know why." He smiles at me, like I should be glad with the end of this story.

He dated her for two whole years. They went to prom together, they've known each other since middle school, and his mom is a fan of hers. She wants her son to end up with that girl. I stand absolutely no chance. There is way too much history there. I could never stand above anything like that, ever. God, I hate that. Why do I hate that so much?

My eyes refuse to meet Matthew, but I give him a sad excuse for a smile anyway, to make it seem like he didn't just unintentionally put a serious damper on my mood.

Then, the music starts, and the ceremony begins. I didn't even notice the groom and his men standing by the altar already, but when I look, I catch Harry's eyes on me. He looks confused, or rather concerned. His brows are deeply creased.

I tear my eyes off of him when the bridesmaids walk in, and I immediate know, I immediately feel who Ophelia is.

Gorgeous, long blonde hair with sparkling green eyes and a smile that every Hollywood celebrity pays a good amount of money for. Her petite figure makes me feel immensely big and I hate myself for comparing myself to someone who could not look more different from me. She is stunning and I understand why everyone is so enamored with her. I'm sure she's very nice too.

I know my insecurities are not her fault, but damn do I feel vulnerable when I catch her staring at Harry. My gaze flies towards my fake boyfriend, but it seems that he is still looking at me. I throw him a smile and give a thumbs up, but I only receive a weak, half-smirk in return.

The ceremony seems to last forever, yet I don't catch everything of it. I'm met with a constant pit in my stomach that needs to be flushed away with a glass of wine. I need to get my shit together, and then put it aside, at least until this trip is over. I can figure out my intricate feelings when we're back on the campus, but until that time, I need to play the part and I need to play it well. If anything I should be lucky it isn't as difficult as it was a few weeks ago.

After the bride and groom have gone off to take pictures together, we are all given a glass of champagne. I gladly take one and clink my glass with that of Matthew as we talk about the ceremony and the wedding vows. Harry has disappeared once again, along with the other groomsmen and bridesmaids, so I guess I won't see him until dinner.

I chat a bit with Harry's parents, and Matthew introduces me to some friends of Jimmy's. They're all very nice, some them a bit too flirtatious, but it takes my mind off the Ophelia of it all.

About ten minutes have passed and we make it to the dining hall, where Matthew and I are separated, not before he escorts me to my table of course. My table is very close to that of Rosa and Jimmy, who have seated all of their bridesmaids and groomsmen together.

I sit down and am tapped on my shoulder by Quinten, one of Jimmy's friends who Matthew just introduced me to, and who is sitting at the table behind me. I turn around and begin to chat the time away with him. So much, that I don't notice someone standing besides us until he coughs awkwardly to get our attention.

When I look up at Harry, my mouth falls open a little bit. He looks criminally beautiful in his suit, and his jawline looks to prominent from this angle. I suck in a deep breath at the realization that I had temporarily stopped breathing altogether, and all of my insecurities and blues are washed away by the need to drag him to the nearest bathroom.

"Hi." I manage to let out, a sheepish smile on my face. Harry doesn't look very amused, hands still in his pockets, as his eyes dart from me to Quinten.

"Hey man." Quinten says, but he gets nothing more than a murmured 'hey' from Harry before he tugs on my arm, pulling me out of my chair and into his embrace, where his nose buries into my neck and I feel him taking in my scent. He leaves a couple of kisses there before pulling his head back to look at me.

"You... are breathtaking." He slowly says, staring into my eyes. My cheeks burn at the flattery, but it's impossible to look away from him. My mind is dizzy from his hands — one on the small on my back and the other one on my waist —, and I am feeling too many things at the same time.

I'm still frustrated with him for throwing me into the lion's den without properly telling me what I was getting myself into, I'm giddy because he is too pretty and his eyes glisten in this light, but most of all I'm horny and I want him right now. Ophelia may have him when all of this is over, but for the remainder of this trip he is still mine.

"And you are a shit excuse for a fake boyfriend." I tell him, and look to the side with my nose high up in the air. He raises his brows, clearly taken aback by my response. He doesn't lose his playfulness, though; a wide grin on his face as he lowers his head until the heat of his breath reaches my ear.

"Didn't you read my note?" He asks lowly, before planting a kiss on my ear.

"I did, but it didn't include you saying I wouldn't see you the entire day." I sputter, crossing my arms together. He pulls back with a wary smile.

"Did you miss me today, love?" He asks. I don't initially respond, because I did miss him and that reality is too terrifying to confess.

"So, you and Ophelia dated, huh?" I change the topic, deciding that I might as well throw it on the table. Just so he knows, that I know. "You know, you could've told me this is about making someone jealous."

I purposefully imply something there, solely to see if it's true. Harry's face falters for just a second, and I ask myself whether I even want him to answer this question.

"Y/N, it's–"

"I'm just saying," I cut him off and take a step closer to him, because I, in fact, do not want to know his answer. "If I would've known, I would've played my part better. But I'll be good for you tonight."

"Y/N..." he sounds almost whiny, and that sounds a bit too good to me to stop.

"I promise I'll be a good fake girlfriend, alright?" I smile at him, my arm snaking around his neck. He swallows, then gives me a firm nod.

***

Dinner is excruciating. Harry and I are leaned towards each other the entire time, trying to sit as close to each other as we can. He keeps his hand firmly on my thigh, and in between courses it sneaks to the back of my neck, doodling traces on my skin with his fingertips.

We exchange our so-called love story with everyone at the table and all of them assure me that they have never seen Harry so in love before. I laugh when I turn my head to him and he says it's true. Partly because I know it isn't, and partly because I find it hilarious how a part of me almost believe it to be true anyway.

After dinner, everyone scatters a bit around the room, and the dance floor gets cleared up for the first dance. I don't miss the perfect girl from the past that starts nearing our now empty table, and neither does Harry.

Ophelia awkwardly waves at the both of us; Harry waves back but I only give her a half-smile.

"Can I talk to you for a bit?" She asks Harry hesitantly, and I can't help but fight the smile at the audacity of this girl. But then again, they've known each other for a long time, so technically I am just a temporary nuisance to her.

Harry's head shoots towards me. He doesn't want to be left alone with her, it seems, but I don't make a scene like he secretly wants me to. His green eyes bore into mine and I resent him for a moment just for how pretty he is. I really don't want his eyes on Ophelia, but it is inevitable. A bold thought enters my mind.

I kiss him, just a soft kiss that lasts no more than a few seconds. When I pull back, my mouth travels to his ear and I trace his jawline with my fingertip on the other side of his face as I whisper into his ear.

"I just want you to picture me on my knees in front of you, returning your favor from yesterday, while you talk to her. Something to look forward to after your little conversation with her, hmm?"

Harry doesn't have time to respond because I have already stood up and started walking towards the bar by the time I finished my sentence.

As I wait for the drinks I ordered, I run into two other guys Matthew introduced me to. Robert and Simon, if I remember correctly.

"Getting drinks?" Simon rhetorically asks, pushing some of his blonde hair away from his face, and I raise my glass at him to answer his question. The two chuckle at me.

"Yes, what about you guys?"

"We're just wondering why a woman like you is getting drinks for herself at the bar." Robert smirks, and I playfully roll my eyes. Just at that moment, the bartender sets down Harry's drink in front of me.

"For myself and my date." I correct them with a smile, but they don't seem intimidated by the fact that I am here with someone.

"Shitty date." Simon quips.

"Yeah, you deserve better than that." Robert says, brown eyes full with empty confidence. He earns a supportive nod from his friend.

"Are you guys implying that I can't get my own drinks?" I reiterate, catching them a bit off guard. I can tell they have no idea what to say, they're confused by the contradiction of my supposed sweet smile and my sneering words. As if it was meant to be, I feel a hand on the small of my back.

"Sorry gentlemen, I'm taking back my girlfriend for a minute." Harry's voice suddenly sounds from beside me, and his hand press against me more, urging me to walk with him. I wave goodbye to Robert and Simon and follow him along as he walks — rather fast — towards the exit of the dining hall.

He takes me to a door and opens it, revealing a pitch black room. I frown at it, but hurry in anyway when he grits 'get in' through his teeth. I flinch when he turns on the light and reveals the broom closet we are currently finding ourselves in.

I am about to criticize the harsh lighting of the room, when all of a sudden Harry grabs my waist, turns me around and plants his lips on mine with a need I thought only I was feeling.

I stumble back a bit but he snakes his entire arm around my waist and pulls me into him, turning us around and then backing me up against the door. After a while of making out, he begins to move his lips from jawline to my neck, and lower...

I pant as he assaults my skin by sucking, kissing and biting every part of it. I whimper at the sensation of his skin against mine and close my eyes to enjoy it most optimally.

"You drive me insane, do you know that?" He growls into my neck, and I moan when his hand grabs one of my breasts and starts massaging it.

"No, you do." I push him off of me, and he lets go very easily. I take the opportunity to turn us around, pushing him against the door with all my strength, a few of his curls land in front of his face as his back hits the surface. I go to unzip his pants, and sink down in front of him as I pull his trousers down.

"You disappear all day..." I slowly lower his underwear down his legs, and he hisses at the sensitivity his hardened cock feels from the restraint. I know Harry's big, my ex friend told me about it, and the tent in his underpants only confirmed it for me. "And I find out you spent the entire day around your ex-girlfriend."

His cock springs out of its confinements when I finally pull his underpants all the way down, and I try not to look intimidated by the actual sight of his size. Instead, I lean forward and let some saliva slowly trickle onto the top of his cock, and spread it out with my hand. The immediate groan at the touch of my hand makes me feel things I shouldn't, so I try to ignore it and focus on making Harry come.

"Fuck, baby... I–"

"Such a bad fake boyfriend today, weren't you?" I begin to pump him, and delight in the way his breathing becomes heavier with every stroke. When he doesn't respond right away, I tighten my grip around his dick a little bit, earning a moan from him.

"Yes baby. I'm sorry, baby." He mutters, and my stomach twists in every which way at the sound of the pet name he’s given me today.

I decide that enough is enough, I won't make him wait any longer — also because I can’t wait any longer — so I take him in my mouth. He is quite big, so I have to use my hand to make up for the parts my throat isn't able to take just yet. I take my time working his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.

Making sure to keep an eye out on him, I look up at him through my eyelashes, my panties pooling as I watch Harry falling apart above me. He’s clenching his jaw hard, head leaned back against the door.

"Jesus, fuck!" He curses, out of breath from the pleasure I am giving him. That notion alone gives me a dizzying rush of power. His hand finds it way to my hair and he softly plays with it as I keep sucking him off. "Such a g–good girl, fucking hell."

I take him out of my mouth for a moment and get back to rubbing him off, a devilish smirk on my face as he succumbs almost entirely to my touch. The moans that leave his throat almost make me orgasm myself. I can’t contain the moan I let out.

"Tell me Harry, did you think of me?" I pick up the pace just a little bit more. "When you talked to her, did you imagine me like this? Bruising my knees for you?"

"Fuck— yeah baby... Always think of you." His eyes are tightly shut as he rasps out a response. I take him back into my mouth, needing his release almost as much him.

"Oh... Y/N, if you keep doing that I'm gonna come." He says when I take him as deep as I can and his dick touches the back of my throat. I am too busy controlling my breathing, and besides, I want him to come right here, right now.

"Baby, baby, fucking... hell!” He groans out and I begin to feel spurts of his hot cum launch into my throat. I meal at the feeling and the idea of his cum in my mouth and I wait until he's ridden out his high to completely remove myself from his dick.

I get up and make sure he watches me as I swallow the load he just gave me. He stares at me with big eyes, completely out of breath.

“Was it just like you imagined?” I ask with a devious smile, wiping off the remains of him from the corner of my mouth. He lets out a chuckle of disbelief, and my heart is racing at the way he is standing there, entirely defeated, but a hand on my waist anyway.

“I don’t know what I did right to deserve that.” He mutters, a joking tone to his voice, but my cheeks still heat up at the compliment. I realize, I have never taken this much pleasure out of pleasuring someone else. I’d pay serious money to have him crumble for me like that again, and because that thought scared me to death, I push it far away into the back of my head.

“Put on your pants. You’re taking me to dance.” I order him around, and he raises his brows in surprise, and leans down to put on his trousers.

“You like being in control, don’t you?” He asks as he zips his pants. A few curls have fallen to the front of his face and I don’t think I have ever seen an image that screams ‘sex’ more than that one. I shrug.

“I like seeing you fall apart for me.” I confess, because it’s true. I’ve never explicitly liked being in control, I’m a bit more submissive in that sense. But seeing him in that state of euphoria, and knowing it’s because of me… that is what I enjoyed the most.

“Do you now?” He looks up at me with a soft half-smile, and he pushes some hair from the front of my face behind my ear while pulling me into him with his other hand. I nod at him.

He stares at my face a for a bit, analyzing every feature in the comfortable silence that overtakes us. My shoulders automatically tense when his gaze, and thereby the entire energy around us, shifts from soft to almost… sad?

He fixes his posture and plants a kiss to my forehead before moving away from the door, opening it, then turning back to me.

“Dance?” I ask him almost desperately, hoping his energy will shift back.

“Drink, first.” He gives me an awkward smile, and I know there’s no going back to how it was just a few seconds ago. He saw something when he looked at me just now. I don’t know what it was, but it’s almost like it scared him. This relationship is getting too complicated, and I don’t know what I should take as the truth while we are still here.

Maybe, whatever scared him, is something I should be scared of too. Perhaps, taking a step back is the best for both of us, even though it feels like the last thing I want want to do right now.

“Drink first.” I weakly lift the corner of my mouth, and walk past him out the door…

Part 4

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Blurb idea: learning how to paint nails just to do lessi’s (and being teased about it) and it being a tradition since unc days. I rule simpland

magic hands / alessia russo

you’d never been one for the feminine things in life. shunning pretty dresses, manicures and makeup in favour of a more masculine style. your girlfriend, on the other hand, loved it.

alessia loved to get dressed up, loved her heels and short skirts (which you absolutely weren’t complaining about), and most especially, she loved her manicures. as long as you’d known her, she’d always had her nails done, setting herself time aside when she could to splash out on a little well-deserved pamper session.

you loved how she looked after them - what with you being engaged in your own little love affair with lessi’s hands. you loved how they felt in your own, loved how she’d play with your fingers when she was upset, or tired, or anxious. you loved stroking her soft palms as the two of you lay entwined in bed. you loved the way her long fingers caressed your face when you kissed, loved how her nails were the perfect length to scratch your back to send you to sleep.

and you especially loved how they’d rake through your hair, when things got a little more heated, loved how they’d trail downwards, loved how their motions told you exactly what lessi was after. loved how they wrapped around your waist, how they splayed over your hipbones, how they dipped beneath the waistband of your trousers, and everything that they did after. yeah, those hands were magic, and they deserved to be looked after in the best possible way.

a few months after the two of you moved to unc though, alessia found herself too busy, too wrapped up in juggling all the facets of college life, to set the time aside.

the two of you were lying on the bed in your dorm, winding down after a long day of training and lectures. you were absentmindedly stroking lessi’s arm as you watched the show playing on your laptop, but alessia’s attention was elsewhere.

god, my nails are a state

you looked down at her to find her examining her hands, peering critically at her nails as she turned her hands over and over.

they look fine to me, i thought you were getting them done this weekend?

had to cancel, i’ve got too much work to catch up on

she looked up at you then, eyes hopeful and a little sly.

will you paint them for me?

you swallowed. you wanted to, always willing to do anything to please her, but there was a large problem, in that you absolutely could not paint nails. you’d tried once before, and it had been very apparent that your creativity on the pitch did not extend to any sort of artistic skill. you hated to let her down, but there was no way you were going to do anything to mess up those beautiful hands.

i can’t lessi, i’m shit at it, why don’t you paint your own?

alessia honest to god pouted at you, and you pressed your lips to her hairline in apology.

no, i always mess up my right hand - it’s okay, i’ll just have to wait until i get some free time

you nodded, kissing her forehead again as she turned her attention back to the laptop. this time though, it was you who’s attention was elsewhere, as you begun to hatch a plan.

you pulled aside one of your teammates before training the next day. you’d had to think long and hard about who to ask - it would’ve been lotte, but she was about as clueless as you when it came to nails - so instead you settled on one of the juniors who you were friendly with, and who always had perfect acrylics.

you swallowed your pride a little, before you told her your plan, ending with a desperate plea for help. you knew you were subjecting yourself to teasing, with you already being on the end of a lot of friendly fire about how soft you were for lessi. sure enough, you had to face a bit of banter, including a lengthy mime of a whip cracking, before she gave you some tips and a list of the best nail polishes to buy.

you felt a little bad blowing off alessia’s request for you to join her in her room, but you had an important mission. and so that evening, you found yourself alone in your dorm, only a few bottles of nail polish to keep you company.

your first attempt was a mess. you’d rather cleverly neglected to buy nail polish remover, and, having chosen to practice on yourself for the sake of secrecy, you now had a rather untidy set of bright pink nails to show.

luckily, you didn’t have any classes with lessi the next day, meaning you’d have time to go out and get stuff to clean it off before you saw her. on the flip side, you shared your morning classes with a lot of your teammates, who were quick to notice it.

what the fuck is on your hands?

ooh very pretty y/l/n!

did you get molested by a barbie doll?

you groaned and folded your hands under your desk, knowing you were never going to live this down.

alright, alright, thank you - i’m, uh, i’m trying to teach myself how to paint nails so i can do lessi’s - but it’s a surprise so do not tell her

god you’re so whipped

that’s kinda sweet though, but yeah, these are fucking awful

right we’re gonna help you - but please let me take a picture first

you groaned again, putting your head in your hands. you didn’t realise your mistake until you heard your friend’s camera click, followed by peals of laughter. you grinned up at them, flashing an exaggerated model pose with your hands, before very exuberantly flipping them off.

your nails were thankfully bare by the time you saw alessia at training. she wrapped you up in a quick hug, having missed you the night before, but her attention was drawn away by the whispers and laughs of your teammates. news of your efforts, it appeared, had spread, and you spent the whole session trying to divert alessia’s attention from the many vogue-esque hand gestures the whole team were making at you whenever less wasn’t looking.

you spent the next few nights diligently painting your nails, as well as half the team’s - who had made it their mission to be your practice clients. with their tips, and with a lot of repetitions, you managed to improve greatly, until one night they decided that you had officially passed as a nail technician. as an added bonus, they’d managed to keep lessi in the dark, although she did question why almost the entire team showed up to the match with matching nails.

after the game, you told lessi to meet you in your room. she accepted your invitation readily, having not seen much of you this week. so here she was, perched on your bed, and a little perplexed at why you seemed nervous.

okay less, close your eyes - i have a surprise for you

alessia’s confusion deepened, but she hesitantly did as you asked.

should i be worried?

maybe, alright open them

you stood hesitantly in front of alessia, a little worried of how she would react - what if she didn’t want you to do her nails any more? what if she’d already booked a new appointment?

she looked down from you, to see the spread of nail-related paraphernalia you’d laid out in front of her. over the course of the week, you’d really gone all out - a huge variety of shades, various nail files and cuticle kits, a full manicure set, even massage oil and fresh hand towels.

i’ve been practicing, can i?

alessia smiled up at you, and the look she gave you nearly made you fall in love all over again. she nodded, and you sat down in front of her and set to work.

you started with a hand massage, having been assured by your teammates that they felt very good. you took your time as you gently worked the oil into her hands, admiring each long finger individually as you continued. you started out a little nervously, constantly checking up on her that it was okay, but soon enough the smile on her face let you know that this had definitely been a good idea.

then you moved onto the manicure, working slowly, taking your time to make it perfect. alessia relaxed into the familiar feeling of her hands in yours, and you got into your rhythm. she watched you as you held her hands in yours, eyes full of love as she observed your expression, full of deep concentration as you took great care at every step.

alessia loved getting her nails done, but this was a whole other level. it didn’t go unnoticed to her how much care you were taking, and how much effort you must have put into learning this - just for her. suddenly your absences in her room this week made sense, as did some other things.

is this why all the girls had matching blue nails earlier?

you laughed and nodded, eyes never leaving your work.

yeah they’ve been helping me - a few of them even tried to make bookings for next week

i can see why

well i told them no - this is just for you

at least we know you’ve got options if you ever quit football

i’d smack you if i wasn’t worried about messing up your nails

she laughed, and the two of you fell into comfortable silence as you finished up. when you were done, you sat back, admiring your work. alessia held her hands up to peer at them, before nodding resolutely.

A-plus babe

you like them?

she nodded again. before she leaned forward to peck your lips gently.

very much, thank you baby - i’m going to have to get you to do this every time

good, because i spent a fortune on this nail stuff

true to your word, you kept it up. you did the occasional one of your friend’s nails when they asked, but your main priority was alessia. it became another one of your things. every time she needed to de-stress, or relax, or you just wanted to show her some love and tlc, you’d pull out your nail kit and get to work.

over the years your skills got better and better, until you were borderline professional, learning to do french tips and even acrylics, but to alessia, every time felt like the first, taking her back to the days at unc when you were young and dumb in love. and each time, she fell a little more in love with you, and your magic hands.

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