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villavineyards · 2 years

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no rules, breakable heaven

okay everyone there's no way i could have not done this song for this season like there's no way

let's imagine a happy shy easy going rendition of mc and will's time in the villa, who'd had more time together together aka they stuck together since the beginning <3 i want a cutesy innocent romance and who better than our resident islander who spends most of their time in the clouds :D title from cruel summer by taylor swift

cw: general fluff, happy moments in the sun, will takes pics of mc, lazy chill days like we want, little suggestive in the last bit but nothing scandalous, author using escapism because life is hard, open for all audiences

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it never gets less beautiful, you think, looking out towards the pool area of the villa from the outdoor bar. the perfect glimmer of the chlorinated water, the bright blue endless sky, the green faux grass and flawlessly placed lawn decor are all part of the experience. but, you know the real reason you love the pool, and took off to find it.

you handed will the pina colada, and he smiled at you gratefully before kissing your hand as they took the glass. your smile was warm, as was his face when you gently swiped over their cheekbone.

"cheeky." you'd said, laughing before settling on the lounger next to your partner, and they in turn hummed thoughtfully.

"you love it," he mumbled, turning slightly to face you and also because they wanted to face away from the sun for a bit. "thank you, by the way. for this," will said, lifting the glass before taking a sip. you looked at him before sighing happily, sipping your own drink as well. "'s no problem, babe. don't want you to have to lift a precious finger," you said jokingly, and will laughed before pulling their straw hat off to place onto your head.

you giggled as it fell over your eyes slightly, and before you knew it you heard the telltale -click- noise as your picture was taken. you faintly lifted the hat up to see will better, and they took another picture. you posed slightly, angling your glass as you both laughed by the pool together.

you rearranged the hat back on your head properly, and fully laid on the lounger. you looked over to see will going through the pictures, no doubt adding some to the album they'd been cultivating over the summer. just the day before, will had gone on the date with valentina, but you weren't worried in the slightest. part of you thinks the reason you two click so well is because of this- you make drinks, they lay down by the pool, you join your beautiful partner, and that's it. that's all you want it to be, that's all they want it to be, and that's that.

will turned to see you looking at them, and smiled cheesily as they caught you staring. "am i getting red?" he asked, and you shook your head. "you're getting a good tan, actually. just thinking that i'm pretty happy here, honestly. happy with you," you said simply, and they put down the phone to reach for your hand. "you're worth getting out of bed for, mc. thanks for choosing me," they'd said, and you two remained holding hands as you laid back in your respective loungers to catch some sun or some sleep.

you were fine when will had said he'd considered cracking on with other people a few days ago, and told them you'd be happy if they found someone other than you who made him happy. all of this was a lie, obviously you didn't want your partner to be looking elsewhere, but there wasn't anything you could do and you were not going to beg him on national television to stay with you. but within five minutes, he sat himself down near your feet and didn't say anything.

according to will, within a few seconds of walking away they'd realized they'd made a mistake, and went right back to you.

when you got will to look you in the eye again, he had a very sad and watery look to them. "i almost ruined everything, mc," they said, and you pouted at him before putting two comforting hands on both of his shoulders. "babe. i'm not going to fault you for being curious. you tried it, you didn't like it, no harm done. we're fine!" you said sweetly, kissing the top of his head as they didn't reply.

a part of you knows that really, it would have always been like this. knowing will's flighty attitude, you were just surprised they didn't act on the impulse sooner. but, he was still here, and that's all that matters. you wanted to be supportive no matter what, and that's what you did.

the night that cora and tom arrived and the whole villa had that party, you and will happily watched from the sides. you watched as everyone jumped and flailed about, overjoyed to see your friends having a good time.

"there's no way i could move that much." will said out of nowhere, and you laughed as you leaned back into him, their arms meeting in your front to hold you closer. you two swayed side to side at your own rhythm, content just to be people watching. "imagine how sore they're gonna be tomorrow babe. we could never," you said, feeling will laugh above you. "yeah. guess we're the only ones who plan ahead." they said, and you both giggled to yourself before will spun you around gently to face him.

"hey there," they said, raising your wrists to put them over his shoulders as the song changed to a slower pace. "hey yourself," you said back, and squealed slightly as will put his hands on your waist. "you always look so good under the moon. are you sure you didn't put a spell on me?" they asked, and you rolled your eyes comically before laughing a little. "are you saying i can only be pretty if i put a spell on you? and i thought we had something special," you said back, aware that you two were in your own little bubble which was dangerous in this game but you loved it nonetheless.

will smiled down at you, and you're sure your reflection looked just as his did. "you're everything to me mc. i hope you know that." they said softly, and you stuck your tongue out at him before resting your head on their chest as you continued swaying. "i know that. wouldn't want to be here with anyone else, hun." you said back, knowing he likes affirmation just as much as you do. they laughed, and you two didn't say anything after that, just taking everything in.

you're not even sure what day today is, but it's particularly cloudy today so you and willem decided to sleep in- after brushing your teeth of course. but, you laid together still, arms wrapped up in one another as you smiled at each other. you ran your fingers through their hair, lightly twisting some into groups and laughing when he said it tickled. their hands were firm around your waist, chest to chest with them, and you had your head buried into the crook of his neck. you loved the way he smelled in the morning, which they thought was gross but still indulged you regardless.

you felt them gently scratching at your back, the slightest pressure as his hands wandered. your breathing slowed, soaking in the moment as your mind emptied. you hadn't realized you were humming until will giggled because the vibrations were tickling his ear. you both finally looked at each other, and you raised your hand to cup his cheek as you admired them. will's own hand reached up to cover yours, tattooed thumb rubbing over your knuckles as you two continued staring in your own state of paradise.

"i'm so glad to be here with you. everything is so easy, no bills, no deadlines, no noise complaints.."

"we can easily change that last one."

you two broke out into giggles, huddling into the other as you tried to catch yourselves. everyone else was in the kitchen eating breakfast, but the moment felt so intimate all the same. "i'm serious. you make it so easy... thank you. this is all i ever wanted."

you preened, batting your lashes at your partner as you flipped your hair over your shoulder. "'s what i do babes, glad someone appreciates me around here," you said, breaking character almost immediately as will tackled you into his arms yet again. you both laughed again, a little louder and unabashedly. he pressed kisses all over your face, leaving no spot un-kissed as you could only shriek and giggle in defense.

"you." "are." "too." "cute." each word punctuated with another kiss- "please, have mercy! this moisturizer was expensive!" you pleaded, still playful as will finally pulled back. finally your lips met and you both practically melted, sighing dreamily as you pulled away.

they were surprisingly energetic at the moment, but you still appreciated it and let it happen. he smiled at you, before kissing you once more. you felt them smile during the kiss, lips parting slightly as your tongues found each other in the middle. your hands found their way into his hair again, beginning to slightly pull- but just as you moved to wrap one leg around his waist they groaned, pulling away breathlessly.

"i take back what i said earlier. you are dangerously seductive and i need to keep an eye on you." they said, breathing hard as your gazes met. "babe, you haven't seen anything yet. wait until i get my hands on some candle wax and a feather" you said, and he burst into laughter. "okay, okay, whatever you say. shall we get up?"

"mmm, ten more minutes. that was very exciting and i'm very tired," you said, and tugged on his pant leg as you fully laid down again, and they got the message- your legs slotted between each other, cuddled up as your limbs crossed over the other's. your head rested against will's chest, one of their tattooed arms resting protectively across you as you both fell asleep once more.

MEOWWWW tbh almost got a little carried away on that paragraph im tired of hiding that im crazy yall 😩😩 anywaysssss most of my drafts are sad or regretful or unrequited-y so im trying to mix it up LOL ... enjoy im returning to my willem route slowly guys nature is healing (literally wrote this in ten minutes at work)

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alitgblog · 5 months

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s7 afterparty special guest better be cassius

#maybe theyll also get zeph to perform why not throw in everyone #litg s7 #litg #love island the game #im still not even caught up with the season 🤣#but at least theyre not letting the season drag on just put it out of its misery and do content outside of the season #ie i guess an after party for the last four episodes works in concept hope they follow through

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cornerihaunt · 14 days

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oh. ohhhhhhhh. okay. okay. well. at least it’s not detroit.

#pens lb #rambles #hockey #it was so nice to believe #to hope even #now i’ll just be thinking of the small things that could’ve gone differently #you start sid in the OT against the leafs last week #you score on one more powerplay.#instead of you know. passing the puck around four future hall of famers.#sorry that felt bitter lmao #ok ok ok ok.#so many what ifs. they might make me go absolutely nuts.#anyways i’ll leave my saccharine see ya in october post for after the islanders game #right now i need to obsess over small details of this season #tbh i hope washington has an insane cinderella run. it’d be fun and entertaining #but. anyways. i love u lb crew and i love u pens.

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jeanniecrush · 7 months

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LITG S4 MC Moodboard 💃🏻

❥ Full Name：Giselle Reagan

❥ Age：21

❥ Occupation：Ballroom Dancer

❥ Height：5'8

❥ Hometown： Birmingham，UK

❥ Love Interest：Tom Beresford-King

#litg #litg moodboard #love island the game #litg art #litg tom #litg mc #love island game #litg s4 #litg bombshell #litg season four

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puck-luck · 7 days

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Forever yearning for a jealous, dominant Luke Hughes. I mean spitting in your mouth, edging, mirror sex, etc. I need the filthy, down bad luke.

Scenario: maybe you’re becoming close with one of the other players (completely innocent-just forming a friendship) but Luke doesn’t see it as that way…

👉🏻👈🏻

warnings (in no particular order): spit(!!), jealousy, dom!luke, edging, mirror sex, one (1!) slap to the face just for the enjoyment of my friend jo, spanking, drinking (technically underage hiii luke turn 21 already stop being lame), beating yourself up, pet names and nicknames as FUCK (always bro do y’all even know me), road head, face fucking, unprotected p in v, dare i say breeding kink, implied subspace, allusion to size kink (probably established size kink to be fair), I THINK THAT’S IT BUT I’M NOT SURE! pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader summary: the one when luke gets jealous at the bar and doles out a bit of a punishment (code: luke is insecure about his performance on the ice, so when his gf starts talking with another teammate who is her friend, he gets jealous and feels like he has to prove himself by making her feel good, but he’s still a dom bc HOTTTT) wc: 6416

The Devils’ last game of the season was at home this year. There was no chance that they would make the playoffs and Jack was out in Colorado for his shoulder surgery, plus Luke’s parents weren’t able to make it from Michigan for his final rookie game. He was depending on you to be there, so there you were. You were cheering, you were yelling at the officials when they missed a call, you were laughing at Luke when he took a trademarked Hughes spill on the ice with barely anyone around him. Yeah, you were disappointed at the end of the game when the Islanders won (and it wasn’t even close), but it was just one game. It wasn’t the end of the world. It was a disappointment, but it wasn’t life-changing.

Luke, however, was much more upset with their performance when you met up with him after the game. He drove the two of you to the bar where the team was meeting for one last celebration before the off-season and he tried, he really did, to keep his complaints inside. He was stewing, just letting it well up inside of him and fester in the silence between you, until it spilled over.

“It should have been a better game,” Luke finally said, the harsh edge in his tone rubbing you in all the wrong ways. “We could’ve done more. If I had just–”

“Lu, baby,” you interrupted, voice soft. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I was out there the longest, other than Jake,” Luke argued. “They depend on me and I let them down.”

“You were only on the ice for one goal, Lu. You couldn’t have done anything about at least the other three.”

Your statement was not something he wanted to hear. Your boyfriend, sweet as he was, always saw the best in everyone else and the worst in himself. Where he could have been blaming Brendan for the loss, since Brendan was on the ice for three of the four goals, he was instead blaming himself. He was never one to hold a grudge against his teammates or his friends or his family, which was part of the reason why you were so in love with him.

He grunted instead of giving you a real response, but you knew it was coming from a place of knowing you’re right but still feeling hurt.

“I love you,” you told him, just a reminder that his performance would never affect your affection towards him.

“I love you too,” Luke replied, and you two fell back into silence. It was less tense this time, but his shoulders were still tense and he was frowning, almost pouting. He was so pretty, even now, but you hated how this expression marred his face.

When you pulled up to the bar, you were met by Luke’s teammates. While some of the men had gone home after the game, it was mostly the ones who had families. You knew their wives and girlfriends would have encouraged them to go out with the team rather than stay home with the kids, but you understood. If Luke had wanted to go straight home after the game, you would’ve gone with him and cuddled him until you fell asleep.

“Do you want to get out and get me a drink, baby, while I find parking?” Luke asked, always so considerate.

“Yeah,” you agreed easily, leaning over the center console to peck his lips before you left the car.

Waiting outside the entrance of the bar, Nico and John smiled as you got out of the car and walked over to them. You hugged each of them before entering the bar, Nico walking in ahead of you and John following you with a hand on your back.

It didn’t mean anything to you or to John, but when Luke watched John guide you into the bar before he drove away to search for a parking spot, something sharp and green poked at his heart.

Luke finally made his way into the bar about ten minutes after you walked in, and your face had lit up when you saw him like it had been much longer. He didn’t see you at first, so you had the chance to watch him scan the room. His brow was furrowed as he scanned each person’s features. You knew that he was trying to spot you without looking for the other boys at first, but it was proving difficult with how crowded the room had become.

Timo appeared at his side and patted Luke’s shoulder in greeting. Luke talked to him for a minute before Timo pointed your way. Luke’s face split with a smile when he saw you and he gave Timo a pat before beelining towards you.

You looped your arms around Luke’s neck when he joined you, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Gross,” Nico complained from next to you. “It’s only been a few minutes since you’ve seen each other.”

“You’re not in love,” Luke replied, snarky and sarcastic like he tended to be when it wasn’t just the two of you. He then turned to you. “Where’s my drink?”

“What a priority,” you teased, rolling your eyes at him. He pinched your side. “I sent Johnny to go get it.”

Luke’s expression changed for a split second before he schooled his features. You wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t so in tune with his emotions, experience that comes only after years of dating a person.

You let it go, knowing that it can’t be too important, or Luke would have said something. He knew you were friends with guys on the team. After being around them for almost a year, having moved out here with Luke at the start of his rookie year, it was bound to happen. Plus, Luke wasn’t the jealous type. He knew that you loved him and you’d love him forever, saying yes in a second if he chose to propose.

But to him, there was something about the way you said “Johnny” instead of John. It was that and John’s hand on your back as he guided you into the bar, on top of an already hard night, that had Luke questioning himself.

“I asked him to get you a rum and coke,” you said, tilting your head up to poke Luke’s nose with your own. “Is that okay?”

“It sounds good, thank you,” Luke replied.

You resume conversation with Nico, turning to face him but staying tucked into Luke’s side. He had a hand on your hip and the other accepted the drink that John handed Luke when he returned. He nursed it quietly for a while, engaging in conversation here and there, but mostly just enjoying his time with his friends.

The game was the last time that his whole team would be together like that, but this night out was the last time that his team, his friends, would be together in the way that mattered. Even if no one was traded, if no one changed in the slightest (except Jack, coming back from injury), things still wouldn’t be quite the same. It wouldn’t be his second year, his presence wouldn’t be new or exciting. He would have to try harder, do better, and be consistent to show that he wasn’t just an example of beginner’s luck.

He clutched you a little tighter to his side at that thought. He was comforted by the way that you melted into him, moving to lean back against his chest. Your hand covered his and the other polished off your drink. He took the empty cup from you and kissed your cheek before pulling away to toss your cup, and his, in the trash can behind him.

When he returned, he was taken aback by the sight before him.

You had stepped forward and were carding your fingers through John’s curls and Luke saw red before he saw the thoughtful look on your face. John had just said to you and Nico that he thought his hair was getting too long, too unruly. You didn’t agree– it was a good length, the curls were just settling into their shapes.

“I don’t think you should cut it, John,” you were saying before Luke grabbed your other wrist and yanked you towards him. “Luke!” You exclaimed, startled by the movement.

“Time to go,” Luke announced, loud enough that the other boys could hear. He clutched your wrist, not your hand, your wrist, and pulled you along as he stomped toward the exit.

“Luke, what is going on?” You asked, voice resounding in your ears like it’s much louder than it actually is.

Luke kept walking like he didn’t even hear you, pushing through the door and leading you down the block to the car. He opened your door for you and helped you in, but he slammed it shut once you were buckled into your seat. He rounded the car and opened his own door, glaring at you in a passing glance before settling into the driver’s seat.

“Lu,” you implored, pressing your hands against the top of your thighs.

When he didn’t reply, you tried again.

“Babe, talk to me–”

“I don’t want you to speak unless you’re spoken to,” Luke said. He refused to look at you. “You think you can touch John’s hair the way you touch mine? You’ll let him guide you into the bar the way I would? I’m not enough for you, huh, baby?”

You blinked, suddenly shifting up to sit a little straighter. Luke, your sweet angel Luke, the baby of his family who would never hurt a fly, who avoided hockey fights at every cost, had flipped his switch.

“Answer me. I asked you a question.”

“No, sir,” you said. Your eyes flickered down to where Luke’s knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. You inhaled sharply as you made eye contact with the veins decorating the back of his hand.

“No?” Luke repeated, mocking. “I’m not enough for you?”

“No! Lu, you’re more than enough, you know you’re the only one I need.” Your words came out scrambled and you tripped over them.

Luke clicked his tongue, disapproval written all over his face. “Can’t even speak, can you?” He scoffed, reached down with one hand, and popped the button on his jeans. “Let’s put your mouth to a better use until you can find your words.”

“You’re driving,” you pointed out, casting a worried look at the road ahead of you.

“It wasn’t a question,” Luke threw you a glance. He looked back at the road, then back to you, this time holding your gaze. He cocked his head to the side, eyes softening for a moment. “Was it?”

“No,” you breathed out.

“Good girl.” A smile spread over Luke’s face and he turned back to the road. “Get to it.”

You clenched your thighs together and unbuckled your seatbelt so you could twist towards Luke and lean over the center console. You reached out to unzip his pants, but he knocked your hands away.

“I didn’t say use your hand. I said,” he paused, grabbing your hair and tilting your head up so your eyes met his, “Use your mouth.”

The noise that escaped you was involuntary. You moved forward that extra inch and carefully took Luke’s zipper in your mouth, dragging it down. His boxers were revealed by the action, but that was the extent of it.

“Come on,” Luke encouraged, growing impatient. What you couldn’t see from your position was the smug tilt of his mouth, knowing there was no way to get his cock out of his pants with just your mouth. “Take it out.”

“Can’t,” you whimpered.

“Oh, you can’t?” Luke mocked, feigning sympathy. “Poor baby needs my help, yeah?”

You nodded and hummed an agreement.

Luke’s grip tightened on your hair and he gave it a sharp tug. “Use your manners.”

“Please, Lu, help me,” you conceded.

“Help you what?”

“Help me take your cock out so I can suck you, please, sir.” Your voice was close to breaking, you were itching to get your mouth on him and make him feel good.

Luke obliged, revealing himself to you. You opened your mouth and he pumped himself twice just to tease you before slapping the lip of his cock on the flat of your tongue. He fed you his cock, returning his hand to your hair when you had taken as much of his length in your mouth as you could. He gathered your hair into a messy ponytail with his one hand, the other still on the wheel, and began to guide your head up and down.

You gagged when he guided you to his base, nose touching the fabric of his boxers around his cock, but the groan he let out made the discomfort worth it. It was low and desperate, just pure relief.

“Wanna fuck your mouth,” Luke breathed out, pulling you up so just the tip of his cock remained in your mouth.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, swiping your tongue over his slit and relishing in the taste of his precum in your mouth.

He moaned aloud, the sound seeming to echo throughout the car. You could feel your heartbeat in your fingertips. You let out a sigh, suddenly overwhelmed with contentment for your situation. Luke was perfect. He was the perfect boyfriend, whether he was his soft and cuddly self or this dominant version of him that wasn’t afraid to tell you what to do, to communicate what he wanted.

“Would if I weren’t driving, too,” Luke mumbled, mostly to himself. “Fuck, baby, make me come. You know how.”

Luke returned both hands to the steering wheel and allowed you to move your head freely, to go at your own pace. You bobbed your head with enthusiasm, spit dripping down his shaft and soaking the fabric around him. You gagged at times, but the tight squeeze of your throat around him just added to Luke’s pleasure. He wasn’t shy about telling you how good you felt, either, making you more determined to make him come.

“Fuck, pull off,” Luke said, his voice a little shaky.

You couldn’t. You couldn’t, not when he was so close. The idea of having his come in your mouth, on your tongue, the manifestation of how you made him feel, was too alluring.

“Y/N, pull off,” Luke commanded, reaching down to yank you off of him by your hair. He clenched his jaw as he held you just far enough off his cock that you thought, with just one bump in the road, you could capture it again. He steered out of the lane and parked on the side of the road. “You don’t want to listen? You’re so cockdumb that you can’t follow my orders?”

All you could do was look at him, eyes wide.

He spoke through his teeth, never once blinking or breaking eye contact. “Since you want me inside you so bad, I’m gonna fuck your mouth until I come. You’re gonna take it. Even if you gag, even if you cry, I’m not going to stop until I come. Then, you’re going to sit back and buckle yourself in and I’m going to finish driving us home. You will not swallow. You’re going to hold my come in your mouth until I say so. Do you understand?”

Your jaw dropped at the words, the tips of your ears growing hot. “Yes, sir.” It’s nearly inaudible and you can feel your panties growing damper with just the thought of it– minute after minute ticking by, Luke’s come coating your tongue, not being able to speak or swallow. You’re completely under Luke’s control.

He leaned back in the seat and motioned toward his cock.

You allowed him to guide you onto his length again, getting comfortable with its size. You hollowed your cheeks and looked up at him, pausing your movements and staying statue-still.

A smirk took over Luke’s face. “That’s my girl.”

He took your head with both hands, keeping your hair out of your face and keeping you from moving an inch, and began to thrust into your mouth. It was sharp and hard and you tried to create a vacuum-type suction around his cock, as tight as you knew he liked it, but it was hard with the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat with every buck of his hips. You ended up gagging, and crying, and drooling all over his cock, just like Luke had said, and he fulfilled his promise that he wouldn’t stop.

“Look at you, making such a mess of yourself,” Luke scoffed. “Such a mess all over my cock, just to make me feel good. You’d let me do whatever I wanted, wouldn’t you, baby? You’d never let anyone else take you like this, just me, yeah? No one else gets to see you just leaking all over my cock because you’re mine.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at that and the moan you released around Luke’s length caused his hips to stutter, made him unable to hold back his orgasm any longer. He came in stripes all over your tongue, some of it leaking down the back of your throat before you could stop it. He pulled you off of him and crashed his lips against yours, a close-mouthed kiss because you wouldn’t dare disobey, couldn’t handle the idea of disappointing Luke.

“My good girl,” Luke cooed when he pulled away.

You offered him a lazy smile, head foggy and bones mushy. You were sated, an elevated version of just happy, and so, so comfortable. You loved him. He was everything.

“I’m not done with you yet, am I?” Luke asked softly, thumbing over your bottom lip.

You shook your head.

“Open,” Luke said. “I want to see my come on your tongue.”

You hesitantly opened your mouth, pushing your tongue out so he could see the milky white substance coating the muscle.

Luke captured your cheeks with one hand and leaned in with the other holding your head in place. You stared at his eyes, which were watching your tongue as a line of his saliva mixed with the come in your mouth. When his eyes rose to meet yours, it was the embers of desire that made your head roll back and the instinct, the pure instinct of having something in your mouth, that caused you to swallow.

Your head snapped forward, eyes wide and not doe-eyed, not purposefully innocent to make Luke’s heart jump. No, your eyes were wide with worry because you disobeyed him. It wasn’t something you did to spite him or push him further over the line.

“I’m sorry.” The words leaked from your mouth and you scrambled to take Luke’s hand in yours, clutching his right with both of yours. “Luke, it was an accident, you know I’d never–”

His mouth was open in shock, briefly, before it snapped shut and his eyes twinkled with something downright predatory. His hand was limp in yours (though not pulling away) and he was still.

“But you did,” He interrupted. “You did.”

“I didn’t mean to.” You were trying to reason with him, but you knew the damage was done. Whatever he had planned for you when you got back to the house, it was going to be ten times worse now.

Luke just shook his head and removed his hand from your grasp, pulling back onto the highway and resuming the drive home. You weren’t far, the area around you looking more and more familiar with each passing second. The minutes stretched for what seemed like hours with Luke’s silence. You held your own hand nervously, pinching at the skin of you knuckles and avoiding Luke’s face. You couldn’t handle seeing the disappointment etched into his features.

Luke pulled into the garage of the apartment complex after just about five minutes. Suddenly, it hits you– you have the apartment all to yourselves tonight. There’s nothing to stop Luke, or you for that matter, from being as loud or as public as he wants. There’s a window in the living room, one that Luke mentioned after your last session. A spark traveled up your spine when you realize that tonight might be the night that he fucks you out in the open, for anyone to see.

When he shifted the car into park, Luke turned to you expectantly.

You apologized again, softly, once he looked at you.

His features softened then, seeing your apprehension. He reached out and took your hand. “Are you okay?”

“I feel bad that I didn’t listen,” you replied. Your eyes fell on your shoelaces, which were an off-white color after plenty of use. You made a note to yourself that maybe you should wash them soon. You wondered if they’d return to their original color. The shoes were much more interesting than looking up at Luke and meeting his eyes.

He tilted your head upward with a guided hand anyway. “You’re still my good girl,” he reassured. “Are you okay to keep going? Or do you want me to stop? I won’t be mad. Whatever you want, we can do it. We can leave this in the car and I can take care of you, baby.”

You could cry at his words, how great he is about your slip-up. You did want him to be sweet, but you knew that he needed this. He needed to work through whatever was going on in his mind and if he could just be in control of this, just for a little while longer, it would be so much easier for him later.

“I want to keep going,” you admitted.

“You know your word?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me?”

“Flower.”

“That’s right, baby.” Luke pecked your lips, but when he pulled back he was back to business. “Now, are you ready to listen to me?”

You nodded, eyes trained on his. Neither of you blinked, a silent contest that he ended up losing (something that would normally cause you to gloat, but now doesn’t seem like the right time).

“When you get to the apartment, you’re going to strip. You’re going to sit on the edge of our bed. You’re going to touch yourself while you wait for me and I want you to watch yourself in the mirror. If you come, and you know I’ll know if you do, you’re not going to come at all tonight. I want you to bring yourself right to the edge and stay there. Can you do that for me?” He spoke slowly and clearly, his voice gravely and dominant. He didn’t stumble over his words or pause and “um” like he did in interviews. No, this was when Luke was at his surest. This was when he knew exactly what to do, exactly what to say.

“I can do that,” you agreed, unbuckling your seatbelt and gathering your things.

“I’m going to give you a five minute head start.”

You nodded at Luke, opened your door, and left the vehicle. When you got up to the apartment, you didn’t bother to hang your coat or purse on the hooks Luke put up just for you. You didn’t put your shoes neatly like the door like you normally did. Instead, you dropped your belongings and kicked the shoes off one by one on your walk to the bedroom. You shed your clothing in a similar manner, leaving a trail behind for Luke to chuckle at when he walked in the door.

Fully naked, you stared at yourself in the mirror that faced your bed. You read once that it was bad luck to have a mirror face a bed, that your reflection could like… capture your soul, or something, but you kept the mirror there anyway because if there was anything Luke enjoyed, it was seeing himself fuck you in the mirror. He liked to watch you ride him in reverse cowgirl, so he could see your ass jiggle as you bounced on his cock with his own eyes and your whole body in the reflection.

Sometimes, his hands would drift up and he would hold your tits, watching how he could envelop them in his palms. You tilt your head to the side, watching your own hands slide up your body to do the same.

For everything you could imagine Luke doing, there your hands were trying to satisfy yourself. If you closed your eyes, you could convince yourself that it was him instead.

His cock would disappear into your pussy, thrusting in and out and causing you to whine. His fingers would circle your clit or pinch your nipples. He would palm your ass, or reach up to wrap his hand around your neck. He would reach just that spot…

You didn’t ever hear it when Luke opened the door and joined you in the room. He thought you knew he was coming, with the way you were whining his name and begging for him. Your eyes snapped open as he closed the door behind him and you quickly pulled your fingers out from inside of you.

Luke walked over to you and sank onto his knees between your legs. “Gimme a taste, love.”

You offered him your fingers, which he took into his mouth. He sucked on them softly for far too short a time, in your opinion, with the way his cheekbones became more prominent as he cleaned your fingers of your wetness.

“Tastes good,” he told you with a smile when he was finished.

“Thank you,” you replied, practically a whimper. Your chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing your heart in your chest. You were waiting, just waiting, for Luke to tell you what was next.

He rose to sit on the bed next to you, guiding you to shift over so you were sitting on his lap. “I’m going to spank you,” he whispered against your lips. “Just ten times. That’s all. It’ll go fast, but I’m not going to go easy on you. I know you can take it.” Luke kissed you again, snuck his tongue into your mouth for a quick, far too quick pass, before pulling back. “Turn over, baby, and lean over my knee, yeah?”

Your movements were slow, your brain turning foggy again like it was in the car. Luke helped you over his knee, still clothed. The contrast between how clothed he was and how naked you were almost made you drool. It was nearly embarrassing, being this down bad for Luke when he seemed to be completely fine, unaffected.

Luke snapped you out of your thoughts with a spank. The pain was only there for a split second before Luke was rubbing soothing circles over your skin. You shivered when he dipped his hand lower and trailed a finger through your folds.

“So wet,” he murmured.

You clenched down and he pulled away, only to deliver a second slap to your cheek. You shivered, goosebumps rising over your arms.

“So, baby, tell me,” Luke began, bringing down his hand again. “Why am I spanking you?” He waited for you to answer before bringing his hand down again. “Because I swallowed– oh– when you told me not to.”

“Mhm. Why else?”

Another spank. Now, it was starting to sting. Your ass had turned a pretty shade of pink that caused Luke to bite his lip and run his hands over your skin, feeling the heat radiate off the surface.

You were quiet. You weren’t quite sure. Holding his come in your mouth had been the punishment for not pulling off when he told you to. You had been slow to say please in the car, but that wasn’t ever something Luke would punish you for, just something he’d remind you to do. “For, um…” You trailed off, not sure what to say.

Luke scoffed and spanked you three times, harsh enough that his handprint stayed imprinted on your body for longer than it normally did when he spanked you. You cried out, your head dropping and tears welling up in your eyes.

“‘For, um,’” he mocked. “You don’t know? You’re that fucking dumb that you can’t remember what happened less than an hour ago?”

“Lu, please,” were the words that escaped your mouth instead of an answer to his question. They were teary and he almost stopped, almost, just because of how your voice shook.

“Please what?” He spat, another slap echoing throughout the room.

“I don’t know,” You sobbed. “I don’t know why you’re mad at me.”

“Five more,” Luke warned you and you nodded.

It took a lot out of you, agreeing for five more, but Luke wouldn’t do anything he didn’t think you could handle.

“How about this, baby?” Luke said. Slap. “For touching John’s hair the same way you touch mine?” Slap. “For letting the boys guide you into the restaurant like you’re their girlfriend, not mine.” Slap. “For sending John off to get me a drink when I told you to do so?” Slap. “For not listening?” Slap. “For being a fucking brat?”

You wailed, slumped against Luke. He got a good look at you in the mirror, boneless over his knee. He took in the red skin of your ass, tracing the line of his raised handprint.

“You’re mine,” Luke continued, sounding off. You turned your head towards the mirror, eyes hazy but still able to make him out. He was waiting for you to look at him, for your eyes to meet his. “You can’t– you can’t treat him like he’s special.”

And suddenly, it all clicked. Luke was jealous because he was scared of the same thing you’d skated around in your conversation right after the game. Luke wanted to be special, wanted you to see him and need him. He needed you to need him, to let him take control and take care of you and decide things for you, all because he didn’t want to be the person who lost everything because he wasn’t good enough. Even the idea that John could possibly take Luke’s place, as preposterous as it was to you, sent Luke into a spiral.

“Fuck me, Luke,” you said, voice shaky and light because of the headspace you were in. “Take me. I’m yours. Prove it.”

Gently, so gently in contrast to his prior actions, Luke helped you up and lay you down on your back on the bed, placing a pillow under your hips. You lay there for a few minutes, blinking slowly and watching as Luke shed his clothes and rummaged through his dresser drawers for something. His back was to you and you smiled to yourself, too fucked out to let out a giggle, at his backside. When Luke turned around, two of his gameday ties in hand, he cocked his head to the side at your smile.

“What are you smiling about?” He asked.

“Boy butts are so funny,” You answered. “They’re just so small. Like… where are your hips, Lu?”

Luke blinked a few times, then shook his head. “Oh my God, you’ve lost it.”

“I’ve been thinking it. We need to get you in the gym.”

“You’re being a brat.”

“And your butt is small.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Luke scoffed. He had walked to the bed and was tying one of your hands to his headboard.

“I’m waiting.”

Luke huffed out a laugh at your response. “You’re making it hard to dom you, baby.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, was the road head not enough?”

Luke shushed you, moving to your other hand and tying that one with the other tie.

“What about the spitting in my mouth and spanking me?” You continue, goading him.

Luke crawled up your body, kissing up your stomach and chest and neck as he went.

One more sentence, and he wouldn’t find it so difficult to dominate you for this final stretch.

He’s hovering over your lips, his breath fanning out over them.

“I bet Johnny could do it better.”

Luke pulled back, jaw dropped. His mouth returned to a strait line and his eyes turned murderous. There it was, there’s the dominance that he thought he lost.

You smirked at him, proud of yourself for the comment you made, until Luke’s palm made contact with your cheek. Your head turned with the impact and you swore your heart stopped. You were too surprised to say anything. As the seconds of silence passed where you and Luke just stared at each other, same shocked expression on your face, you realized: huh. That’s not so different from when he spanks me.

Then, another second after that: That was kind of… hot.

“Are you okay?” Luke breathed out. He’s practically frozen in place.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Oh my God, Luke, yeah.” You pulled on the restraints above you, itching to get him inside of you. You circled your legs around his waist and raised your hips, trying to make contact with him. “Fuck, Lu, that was so hot, please fuck me.”

Luke blinked twice and searched your face for any discomfort, anything that would show him that you were upset or hurt by his slap. He hadn’t even done it intentionally, just driven by the pure rage of you mentioning John, saying that John could be better for you than Luke was.

It wasn’t until your wiggling hips caused his cock to make contact with your weeping pussy that he began to move.

He started by pinning your hips down.

“Greedy,” he chastised.

“I need you in me, don’t treat me like I’m made of glass,” you whined.

Luke positioned himself at your entrance and snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one fell swoop.

It knocked all the breath out of you. Even after dating Luke for ages, his size still surprised you.

“How’s that, huh? Can you feel me? Do you think I’m treating you gently?” Luke asked, grinding his teeth as he fucked in and out of you. His skin was slapping against yours and he moved one of our legs so your knee was thrown over his shoulder. “You think Marino could fuck you like this?” He practically spat out John’s name, disgust coating each syllable.

“Probably,” you quipped, your voice snarky. You were itching for Luke to slap you again, or something, because he wasn’t giving it everything. He was still shaken up by the fact that he hit you at all.

“‘Probably,’” He repeated, incredulous. “You’ll never know, will you, baby?” He snaps his hips harder, faster. “This is my pussy. It only gets wet for me, you only spread your legs for me, you can be a slut all you want but only in the confines of these four walls. You can be bad, only right here… where I’m able to fuck. it. out. of you.”

You moan, wanton and long in the back of your throat. Your hands are aching to grab his hair, to twist the curls between your fingers. “Lu, my hand,” you told him.

“What about it?” He asked, not slowing his pace.

“Untie it, please!”

Luke looked down at you, confused. “Why?”

You whined, keening as your back arched and you squeezed his cock. “Need to get a hand on you, Lu, fuck. Wanna pull your hair. So pretty, so much prettier than John’s.”

“Oh,” he whispered, his stomach turning. He reached up to undo the knot, trying to continue to fuck you and untie it at the same time. When your hand came free, it immediately found purchase in his curls. Your fingernails scraped his scalp and his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he bucked into you with uncoordinated thrusts. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. “Gonna make me come.”

“Please,” you begged. “Inside me, inside me–”

Your vision went white and your pussy was like a vice around him as you came.

“Yeah, yeah,” Luke agreed, voice strained. He watched the bliss wash over your features and whined. “Fuck you til you’re full, show everyone you’re all mine.”

It’s the thought of pumping his seed into you, making you round with his child, that sends Luke over the edge. No one would think to take you from him then, not that you’d ever go. No one would ever be able to call you theirs like he could call you his, not when he’s fucked you full, not when you’re carrying his baby.

“So perfect for me,” Luke mumbled in your ear, collapsing on top of you as he came down from his orgasm.

“Just for you, Lu.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You paused, rubbing his back. “You know we have to talk about this, right? You’re more than enough and I don’t want you to feel insecure anymore.”

Luke pulled himself out of you, wincing at the sensitivity. “Can we talk about it tomorrow? I think we could both use some rest.”

He got up from the bed and walked into his bathroom, grabbing a towel and coming back to wipe you clean.

“Can it wait that long?” You fixed him with a look of concern.

“Baby.” Luke cut his eyes at you, then finished wiping you down. “It can wait until tomorrow.”

You shrugged. “Okay,” you agreed, then made yourself comfortable, pulling the covers over your body. You turned over, back to Luke, and spoke like it was an afterthought. “I loved it when you slapped me, you know.”

Luke groaned, leaned over to give you a kiss on your cheek. “I’m sorry I was mean.”

“Mmm, mean Luke gets me hot just like sweet Luke,” you replied. You turned your head and kissed his lips. “I like sweet Luke more, though. Sweet Luke cuddles me while I’m asleep.”

Luke laughed, going to toss the dirty towel in the dirty clothes hamper. “Sweet Luke will be back to cuddle you after he brushes his teeth,” he said.

When he returned, your breath was even and you had already fallen asleep, the ghost of a smile still gracing your lips. Luke bit his tongue, joined you under the covers, and threw his arm over the curve of your waist. Within just a few minutes, he was fast asleep next to you, softly snoring with his nose pressed into your hair.

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irisintheafterglow · 6 months

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(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)🌷✨🩷🍪 Greetings Author-nim

Can I please request (⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠メ⁠)

(OPLA Zoro x You) Where Reader is an Assassin or Ninja and is a Pirate hunter, When Zoro used to be one too, they would always compete who gets the target first. Sometimes Zoro wins, sometimes reader.

So, imagine Reader's reaction when they saw Zoro with the crew.

And also, Luffy, somehow by some miracle with his own style of talk-no-jutsu managed to convince reader to join them(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥. Hope u have a great day and it's okay if u don't want to do this. I'll understand.

baby, let the games begin

wc: 2k (surprise, shawty)

cw/tags: gn!reader, swearing, canon-typical violence, mentions of drinking and alcohol, pining pining pining pining PINING

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Honor be damned, you really wanted to kill him.

“Dirty play, demon,” you huff irritatedly, scowling at the asshole who skewered your target before you could. In a single clean slash, the head is relieved of its body and unceremoniously kicked into a bag. “We both know that one was mine.”

“Better luck next time.” Asshole. Stupid, selfish, infuriatingly attractive asshole. A million different ways you could end his life flashed through your mind and, with his back turned to you, became more of a possibility the longer you sat in your disappointment. The dock creaks beneath his receding footsteps and you spit a curse under your breath. The head now bouncing around in the pirate hunter’s hand would have had you living comfortably for months, not to mention buying some shelter for the stray dogs wandering your home island. Monsoon season was coming and you didn’t have nearly enough space to keep all of them dry. Finding food that wasn’t old bread and horse balls was hard in itself and shelter was just another task added to the to-do list. “You’re not gonna try and take it from me?”

“Why would I? You killed him; you get the bounty,” you reply scornfully, praying that whoever came up with the idea of hunter’s honor is torn to shreds by an octopus. “Guess it is your turn,” you concede reluctantly and take note of the blood dripping from the dirty fabric sack as he reapproaches. You’d have to clean your shoes when you were done. “I did take that guy from you in Flamingo Village, last week.”

“The one with the big, ugly hat,” he confirms and you don’t budge when he stands right in front of you. He had pretty eyes, you’d give him that. Too bad you wanted to slam your fist into his nose. “I was mad about that one.”

“Well, you got this one. Aren’t you gonna cash ‘em in?”

“I will. I’m just curious,” he says and his expression is unreadable. It bordered on amusement and suspicion with a little bit of awe. “You could have killed me a million times since I killed the target.” Already thought that, buddy. “Why didn’t you?”

“Like I said, hunter’s honor–”

“No,” he shakes his head decidedly and you narrow your eyes. “You’ve been following this guy for four days, watching other hunters fail to bring him in. My question is, why do you need this bounty so badly, and why aren’t you willing to kill me over it?”

“Technically, that’s two questions,” you deadpan and your heart does an unwanted little stutter when he scoffs, the tiniest smile pulling at his mouth. “If you really wanna know why I need it, it’s ‘cause I need to take care of some friends back home.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but you also didn’t need the most feared hunter in the seas knowing that you needed the money to buy squeaky toys and dog beds.

“Those friends aren’t worth killing for?”

“It’s sounding like you want me to kill you,” you fire back incredulously. “Do I need to worry about you, Zoro?”

“Look, all I’m saying is, all other hunters would be leaping at my throat as soon as I take their kill. I just don’t understand why you won’t, especially if it’s worth four days of stalking.”

“Maybe I like playing this little game,” you admit. It’s no secret to you that your job becomes incredibly boring at times. All the other hunters you come across take their jobs too seriously and believe that they’re purging the seas of evil. You, however, knew that the real evil was pacing around ivory towers and putting up the wanted posters. When you first met Zoro, it seemed like he didn’t take his job seriously at all. He killed like it was breathing and remained unamused at the melodramatic theatrics of flashier hunters. You ran into each other often because, besides being the only ones who survive their hunts, you were the top-earning hunters of your generation and ended up following the same pace every time. “I take a bounty; you take a bounty. I try to beat the pirate hunter at his own game; he throws a fit when I’m faster than him.”

“But, today I was faster than you,” he corrects and you stick your tongue out at him in defiance. “Who’s throwing a fit now?”

“Get out of my sight, demon,” you frown but you can’t hold it for long. It becomes a tired, melancholy smile and you start to make your way back to the town to book passage home. “Hope you enjoy all that Berry.”

“Let me buy you a drink with it before you go,” he calls after you and you freeze where you stand. “Consolation for kicking your ass this time around.” You shoot him a scathing look over your shoulder and take the bait.

“I did all the dirty work for you, asshole, so it better be three drinks at the least.” He chuckles softly under his breath and you roll your eyes, letting him catch up to you before heading to the nearest bar together. “I hate you so much.”

“No, you don’t.”

As time passed and you ran into him more during your hunts, that hatred turned into something different, an annoying feeling of excitement every time you heard a sword unsheathed or spotted someone with green hair. You found yourself checking your watch when you were ahead of him, counting down the hours until he caught up. You knew the sound of his footsteps and the rhythm of his breathing and memorized how the sun hit his eyes down to the iris. Sometimes, you’d work with him directly and split the bounty evenly once it was completed. During conversations to kill time, though he never admitted it, he liked being around you as often as he was. Eventually, you told him about your furry friends back on the island and started marking the places you’d been with a hasty drawing of a dog. It became part of your routine and the time that it took for him to catch up to you decreased exponentially as a result. You’re easier to follow, is what he said. On a particular mission where you were unusually behind, you were delighted to find his gross attempt at mimicking the mark scratched into the wooden bar counter.

You lose touch with him after a year or so of working together and you don’t expect it to hurt as much as it did. Word floated around that he was captured by Marines and posted up in Shells Town, but the same mouths reported that he escaped with pirates the following day. None of it sounded like him and it reminded you that you really didn’t know him at all. Still, you marked that silly dog into every barstool and backdoor you came across as you fell back into the same boring routines.

Taking a rest day at a floating restaurant called Baratie, you think you’ve found the perfect spot to scratch into the counter when you realize that someone has already done it for you. It was horrendous and nearly incomprehensible, but you choke back a sob when you run your thumb over the mangled wood. There was only one person who could have drawn the little dog so badly.

And it’s like your body senses him before your mind does.

In an instant, you’re hyper fixated on the familiar rhythm of his boots and the soft noise as his swords clank together with every step. There are four others with him, but you know his approach like the back of your hand. A boy in a straw hat whom you recognize from wanted posters rushes the bar, loudly requesting a glass of milk for himself and the finest rum for his swordsman companion. When he slides into the seat next to you, you can barely look at him, rendered defenseless from the conflict of emotions stirring in your mind. Thousands of questions were screaming to be answered but you couldn’t even open your mouth. The alcohol in your half-finished glass is all you can see.

“You found me,” he murmurs, flagging down the bartender and asking for a bottle of whatever you’re drinking.

“I wasn’t looking for you,” you reply just as quietly, watching his hand carefully replenish your glass before filling his own and downing it in a few swallows. You stop him from pouring another with a light hand on his shoulder and he wordlessly sets down the bottle, making you smile softly. “You still drink too much.”

“I don’t have you to slow me down,” he replies without hesitation, glancing at your fingertip as it traces the mark he made on the wood. “I’ve been putting those everywhere since I joined up with Luffy. Figured we’d run into each other at some point.”

“Luffy,” you echo. “That’s your pirate captain?” The irony of your situation escapes neither of you. If you were smart, you’d have every single one of them dead and bouncing around a burlap sack, just like the pirate all those years ago. But, just the same as the first time, you were stopped by a profound desire to be closer to Zoro.

“He’s not like other pirates. Not like the ones you and I know.”

“I’ll let the Marines know next time I bring in a head, then,” you laugh humorlessly, feeling the rum burn down your throat when you take another sip. You feel his eyes watching you carefully but you don’t look back at him. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear that.”

“They don’t have to hear anything,” he says in a low tone, one that sends goosebumps up your spine and has your heart beating a little faster. “They don’t have to hear anything from you ever again.”

“You’re not saying…”

“That's exactly what I’m saying.”

“You want me to just switch sides like it’s nothing?”

“This job has been nothing to you from the beginning, nothing but a way to feed strays that, thanks to you, have loving homes,” he reminds you and you exhale deeply. He was right, but part of you wanted vengeance for all the times you secretly wished he was still with you. “So, come with me.”

“Zoro, I–”

“You know, I’ve missed you so much I can’t sleep,” he shakes his head and sighs in defeat. “Every time we dock at a new city, I’m hoping you’re on a hunt because, as much as I care for them, they’ll never know me the way you do.” He looks back at his crew with something like sad fondness in his eyes. They wouldn’t ever know him the way you did, as a bounty hunter with no real place to call home and no real people to call friends. “It gets lonely when you’re not forced to be alone anymore.”

“And it’s lonely when you are forced to,” you add. “It’s lonely either way–”

“But I’d rather be that way with you,” he concludes. “It’s not bad when I’m with you.” You pause, collecting your thoughts and calculating how much money you’d have if you suddenly abandoned your current line of work. It was risky, sure, but something about risking it on Zoro made it feel a little less dangerous. “Your silence tells me I convinced you.”

“I’m not the one you need to convince; it’s your captain you should be talking to.”

“Trust me, he’s the least of our problems.” As if to drive home his point, a choir of cheers rises up from behind you as a loud belch sounds through the harbor.

“‘Our’ as in the crew, or ‘our’ as in you and I?”

“It’s always been you and I, hasn’t it?”

“It always will be,” you promise, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. He’s warm and safe and everything you were needing. “But, I need to teach you how to draw a better dog.” He hums in agreement, downing another glass contentedly.

“Yeah, you need to teach me how to draw a better dog.”

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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Coming Home to You

Pairings: Husband!Dad!Travis Kelce x Wife!Mom!Reader

Words: 926

Warnings: None, just cute family dynamics

“Mama?” Bubba looked up at you with sleepy eyes, still waking up as he ate his breakfast at the kitchen island. Savannah was in her highchair, apple sauce over her face and in her hair. “Yes, Bubs?” You walked over to Bubba, placing a kiss on his messy curls. “Where’s Daddy? I wanna watch Paw Patrol with him?”

Over the last couple of months, shortly after Bubba turned four, he started to notice that Travis wasn’t around a lot during the season, but still didn’t grasp why. He didn’t understand why Daddy didn’t come home after every game. “He’s on a trip, but he’s coming home tomorrow. When you wake up, he’ll be here.” Bubba immediately started to tear up, his lip pushed out in a pout. “Come here baby,” you helped him out of his chair, your pregnant belly making it difficult to hold your first baby like you wanted to. You grabbed Savannah from her highchair and led Bubba to the living room.

You placed Sav in her play pen, settling on the couch with Bubba. “I’ll watch Paw Patrol with you, we can spend the whole day together.” You wiped the tears from Alex’s face, his little sniffles and stuffy nose breaking your heart. You snuggled up under a blanket together, and when you were sure Bubba’s attention was on the TV, you pulled out your phone to text Travis:

Y/N: Hey baby, you busy?

Travis: No, we’re just resting in the hotel

Y/N: Everything ok? Nervous for tonight?

Travis: Yes, going against the Patriots sucks

Y/N: You got this babe

Travis: Thanks baby. Miss you so much

Y/N: Bub is missing you so bad today, he’s been crying all morning

Travis: Poor little man, he’s having a hard time every away game

Y/N: Do me a favor, FT me in a couple min, he’d love to see you

Travis: Alright, will do baby

Y/N: Can’t wait to see you tomorrow 😘😘

About five minutes later your phone rang, Travis’ number popping up. “Look Bubba, its daddy!” Bubba’s face lit up, grabbing the phone from you.

“Hi Daddy!” Alex was greeting Travis before his face was even on the screen. “Hey Bubs, what are you doing?” Alex adjusted so he was sitting on his bottom on the couch. “Watching Paw Patrol with mama.” Travis chuckled, “Is Rebble in this episode?” “His name is Rubble, Daddy. You’re silly!” “You’re right baby. Daddy got his name wrong.” “Are you coming home soon?” You sighed, knowing this wasn’t going to end well. “Not today, baby, Daddy is playing football tonight, but I’ll be home tomorrow.” “Can we watch you play?”

“We can watch on the TV tonight”, you fixed his shirt that had gotten twisted while he was playing. “We can get pizza!” Bubba got excited at the thought of pizza. “I need you to cheer me on so that I can win tonight, Alex” “I will, Daddy, I love you.” You could hear Travis’ smile through the phone, “I love you too Bud.” Alex hands the phone back to you, running to his room in a much better mood. “Thanks baby, love you.” “My other child giving you trouble?” You rubbed your belly, laughing to yourself. “Actually no, unless you count the gas.” “I do, let me know if I need to give her a talkin’ to. I gotta go, see you tomorrow.”

The night went pretty smoothly, Alex cheering for Travis, until he fell asleep on the couch during the 2nd quarter. A four-year-old just can’t hang. The next morning, you woke up to the sound of the garage opening. You waddled downstairs to greet Travis, meeting him at the garage door. “What are you doing up?” Travis dropped his bags on the ground by the door. You glanced at the clock on the wall; it was only 5:30AM. “I can’t sleep, this baby is using my bladder as a punching bag.” Travis pulled you in for a kiss, his hands finding your belly. “Come on, we probably have 30 minutes before the kids wake up.” You pulled Travis with you up to the bedroom, Travis throwing his body on the bed with a groan. You escaped to the bathroom, joining Travis in the bed when you were done. You sat back on your haunches, leaning on the propped-up pillows. “Give me the rundown, any injuries?” “Not this time, my shoulder is still bothering me though. C’mere.” Travis pulled you into his side, his arm around your back, careful of your belly. You pulled him in for a kiss, his return half-hearted because he was exhausted. “Baby, you don’t know how much I want to, but I am so tired right now.” You ran your hand over Travis’ hair, mentally making a note to schedule a haircut for him. You patted his chest as he closed his eyes. You had about five minutes together in peace and quiet before you heard the door creak open, Bubba’s tiny head poking through.

“Daddy!” Alex jumps on the bed, landing on Travis’ chest, Travis letting out a grunt. Alex wrapped his arms around Travis, his little arms barely making it around his broad chest. “You must have been cheering really good, because we won.” “I was, mama had to tell me to quiet down.” Travis laughed, rubbing Alex’s back. Travis was drifting off to sleep, unable to keep his eyes open. “Come on Alex, let’s get breakfast and let Daddy sleep.” You and Alex woke up Savannah and went downstairs, Travis sleeping for the next four hours.

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Hi guys ♥

We come to the end of this series that I really enjoyed writing. I hope you had as much fun reading it as I did and I thank again all those who took the time to comment or like the different chapters.

It was a big work and I'm kind of sad that it ends to be honest, but I think it's better to finish it this way :)

Enjoy ♥

TW : Kidnapping, hurt, angst, fear.

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4 I PART 5 I PART 6

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Your rehabilitation is going well, even if you find that the time is long to be completely honest. After four weeks you had the right to have your cast removed to make you put a splint, which has already helped you move a little better by yourself. After that you were able to start a rehabilitation, allowing you to quickly find the pitch. You miss playing football terribly and you don't know how you will do when you have to retire permanently. But you’d rather not think about it for now, focusing on the idea of playing again as soon as possible.

To pass the time during your rehabilitation, you started painting more than before. You are not tired enough to go to sleep after your workouts so you get tired using your concentration otherwise. You paint a bit of everything, without it being very precise. Landscapes, objects, memories of your childhood… You paint a bit of everything that goes through your head.

Leah likes to come and join you in your studio, apparently finding yourself with your long white shirt and painted hands particularly attractive. You’re not complaining, of course. You wouldn’t know why you feared Leah’s eyes on your painting until you really let her into your studio. Maybe because she knows a little about the subject and because what you paint is something you consider intimate. You never really let anyone see what you were painting. But again, Leah is different.

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You come back from training, which you were able to participate in for the first time since your injury. Your leg is back as muscular as before and you managed to recover to play the last games of the season, including a very important England Cup final for the club.

You’re also at the same point with Chelsea to win the championship, which also means a lot to Arsenal. And for Leah, coming back on a double win would be something exceptional for her. And you hope that you and the team will be able to offer this to all of you. Your teammates are relieved to have you back and you are happy to be able to help them too. It's not yet a question of you going back to a game entirely from the beginning, but playing the joker of the second half suits you perfectly for the moment.

So you’re back from practice, lying on the couch in your living room watching Love Island. Alessia isn't with you tonight, stating that she intended to offer herself a good hot bath, certainly with a multitude of bath salt and candles.

You and Leah managed to sit on the couch, lying next to each other after dinner. Leah seems to be captivated by the screen but you are not really. Your gaze must weigh on her at least a minimum since she ends up turning her eyes on your face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" the blonde wonders.

"For nothing" you mumble by biting your lower lip.

Your fingers gently push back a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. This isn't really the truth, since you have an idea that has been in your head for some time and you don't know how to propose it to Leah. Your lie doesn’t work at all about Leah arching an eyebrow.

"Since when you try to lie to me?"

You laugh slowly, letting your fingers slide over her jaw. You may have seen her daily for months, but you doubt that you will ever tire of the perfection of her facial features. You hit her gently on the nose when she pretends to bite you though.

"If I offer you something and you find it too strange, you agree to act like you didn’t hear anything?"

Your question seems to surprise Leah, whose attention you now have. Her curious gaze scrutinizes you attentively.

"Is it something sexual?" she grins.

"No, you horny teenager boy" you laugh

"What is it then?"

You feel the curiosity in her voice too and you briefly wonder what she can think of before answering her. But when you open your mouth to offer her what you have in mind, you abruptly reverse.

"No nothing, forget it. It’s a bad idea"

You feel a little blushed and you hope that Leah will accept what you just said. But you also know perfectly well that it won’t.

"But tell me!" exclaims the blonde rising suddenly, almost throwing you on the ground.

"Leah!" you laugh-shout when you catch up to her size to stay on the couch.

"What is it? Tell me!"

To support her request, Leah sits on your stomach, thus preventing you from moving if ever the idea came to you to run away in the kitchen. And you have to admit that it came to mind for a few seconds.

"No" you answer smiling and shaking your head.

"You leave me no choice."

With an evil smile, Leah starts tickling your ribs, causing your uncontrollable laughter. You try to escape, but between her muscular strength and the loss of yours through laughter, you end up accepting the idea that you have no chance to escape.

"All right, all right! I’ll tell you."

Satisfied, Leah immediately stops her torture session and patiently waits for you to catch your breath to be able to answer her.

"I was wondering if you would accept that I make a portrait of you"

You see curiosity give way to surprise, then reflection on Leah’s face. You don’t do much portrait to be completely honest, you once made a replica of a wedding photo of your parents for their twentieth wedding anniversary and that’s it.

And a Raven portrait, but you’re not sure that matters.

"You want to paint me?" wonders Leah

"Only if you fully agree with that. You have the right to say it’s weird"

"I don’t think it’s weird"

Leah smiles at you and you immediately know that she means what she’s saying to you. She’s still sitting on your belly and you’re gently sliding your fingers down her legs, mechanically reshaping the scar from her surgery last year.

"Like a Titanic painting?"

"I imagined it with a little more clothes to be honest" you laugh softly. "But sincerely, how you feel most comfortable"

"That would be amazing" ended up answering Leah after a few seconds of reflection.

You smile at her and pull her against you, kissing her lips. When the pretty blonde lies on top of you and you turn your attention to the TV screen, you are in truth once again not focused at all on what is happening there. Your mind is already thinking about the canvas you are going to make and what you want to bring out on it.

********

When you can finally play an entire football game, Leah’s portrait is almost complete. What started out being a little intimidating quickly became a special moment between you. You feared at first that the way you represented her would not suit her. However, you have pushed this fear into a corner of your head since you will not allow Leah to see the canvas until it's finished. Despite her self-confidence, Leah seemed almost shy to you at first. It must be said that the look you put on her in those moments is different from the stolen looks you give her when you watch television, or when you admire her sleeping when you wake up before her.

But you have an excuse to admire her as much as you want now and you never get tired of it. The truth is, you’re almost disappointed that this is over. You loved spending hours looking for the perfect color mix for her eye or hair color. And having her with you in your painting studio also makes you happy.

Over time, Leah has become familiar with your lair and seems to enjoy spending time there too. When you tell her that you no longer need her and that she can go do something else, she often comes back to you with other things to do. To make her feel more comfortable than a simple chair, you bought an extra sofa despite Leah’s protests that it’s frankly not necessary.

The following Tuesday, after training, Leah goes to spend time with her family. Well, Amanda asked you to be here too, but you still want Leah to spend time alone with her family. So you go from time to time, but today Leah goes alone directly after training.

"I’m gonna miss you" says Leah, hugging you.

You may be exaggerating your goodbyes, but you don’t care. You enjoy your embrace, Leah’s arms around your waist while yours are around her neck. Just like you enjoy her kisses on your cheek, on your jaw and in your neck.

"I’m going to miss you too" you smile as you take her face in both hands to put a kiss on her lips.

"Oh God" whines Katie joining you at the exit "You will see you again in maximum four hours, don’t you think you’re a little too much?"

"Five if I beat them all" Leah smiled mischievously as she picked you up again, kissing you in the hollow of your neck.

You laugh when you hear Katie sigh desperately, then turn around when you hear the building door open again, probably in search of some moral support.

"Caitlin comes kiss your girlfriend to get her off my back, please" Leah says when she sees the Australian coming with Kyra and Steph.

"I’m not as needy as you are" Katie snorts

You see Caitlin rolling her eyes but approaching Katie who discreetly passes an arm around her waist to train her to her car. When you see Alessia finally arrive, you know that you will not be able to postpone your little separation very longer.

"Write to me when you arrive?" You ask Leah despite the fact that she does it every time.

"Sure" smiled Leah.

After a few kisses exchanged (Alessia must practically tear you from Leah’s arms), you find yourself in the Mercedes of the blonde in the direction of your building.

The ride is full of discussion, laughter and songs. With Less' promise of homemade pizzas, you know you’re going to have a great night. Lia is supposed to join you a little later to spend the evening with you, just like Manu.

"Shit, I left my phone in your car. Sorry, can I have your keys please?" you sigh when you come out of the garage.

If Leah had been with you you wouldn’t have cared, but this time it’s different. You take back the keys of Alessia’s car in the hands with an excuse smile and you go back quickly. After retrieving your phone, you return to the elevators and press the button on your floor by sending a message to Leah informing her that you have arrived home.

You take the time to put your bag in your apartment and grab a bottle of water in your fridge. You are filling the bowl with Raven’s croquettes when you hear the characteristic sound of something crashing into Alessia’s apartment, making you roll your eyes. This is clearly not the first time and probably the last.

"I don’t know if we’ll ever meet someone as clumsy as Auntie Less" you tell Raven.

The latter throws a reproach glance over her meal, without taking care to stop eating.

"I never said it took away her qualities" you answer by raising both hands in the air.

After two or three caresses, you get up to join Alessia in her apartment and probably help her to clean what has fallen. You just hope it’s not the jar of flour or tomato sauce she uses to make her pizzas.

"You alright Less?" you ask when entering your friend’s apartment.

But you freeze suddenly. It’s not Alessia who is in front of you, where she should be. It's not Alessia who is in the middle of the glass bricks of a mozzarella jar that

And it’s not Alessia looking at you with a dark smile, arms crossed over her chest.

It's Helena.

Your brain makes a short circuit for a few seconds, during which you watch her without moving. You don’t know what she’s doing here, how she found you and how she got into Alessia’s apartment. And what scares you even more is knowing exactly where Alessia is. That’s finally the first thing you can say. You know what she’s capable of, and that terrorizes you.

"Where’s Alessia?" you ask her, with your chaotic breathing

"After all these years without seeing me that’s all you have to say to me?" laughs coldly Helena.

You suppress a chill. Her bad and cold laugh reminds you of very bad memories, but you try not to let yourself be dragged there for the moment. You focus on the present and therefore on the health of one of the people who matters most to you right now.

"Where is Alessia?" you repeat, in a slightly louder voice.

"Don’t worry about her, she’s fine"

Her tone and voice are filled with disdain. When she starts to move, moving around the apartment looking around her, you feel like electric currents running through your body. Nothing to do with what Leah gives you, though.

Leah.

Finally, it’s a good thing the blonde is with her family right now. You don’t know what Helena wants from you, but it’s out of the question that your girlfriend crosses paths with your ex’s. The idea that Alessia had to do it makes you nauseous.

"So this is where you live now?"

You don’t answer anything, just watching her like milk on the fire. You know very well that when she seems calm, this is where she's the most dangerous. When she realizes that you will not answer her, Helena turns to you with an amused look.

"It’s true that you were much less talkative at the end of our relationship. I forgot"

"What do you want, Helena?" you ask coldly.

"Watch your tone, pretty girl" tsked Helena looking at you.

Unlike the last time you saw her, you supported her gaze when she stuck it in yours. It seemed to surprise her. But time passed and you grew and evolved. You changed, just like her. Her face is thinner and slender, purple circles give her two eyes steel color an impression of disturbing grandeur. She's still pretty tho, but has definitly nothing attractive to you.

"What do you want?" you say again.

Helena comes to position herself in front of you and even if your mind begs you to run away, you don't move. Not until I know what’s going on and especially what she did to Alessia.

"You? You didn’t come back to see if I lived in the same place for nothing, did you?"

You feel your stomach fall from several floors. You don't understand how she saw you, you were perfectly hidden that morning. She couldn’t see you from her house, let alone from the window where you saw her. Your face must be talking since Helena is laughing.

"Next time you come spying on me, do it wisely. The neighbor saw you hiding behind his car. He almost called the cops."

Helena laughs again and gets closer to you. You’re only a few inches apart now.

"Did you miss me?" she asks you with a mischievous smile.

"Not for a fucking second" you answer coldly.

Her smile fades as quickly as you slapped her and you see her look change. Seeing her so surprised is so surprising to you that you let your guard down. It doesn’t take more than that for Helena to jump at the chance, grabbing Alessia’s rolling pin to crush her with all her might on your skull, knocking you out instantly.

********

Your skull hurts when you try to open your eyes. You realize you’re lying on a cold floor and it’s dark. Your eyes need a few seconds to get used to the ambient darkness. Your hands are immobilized in your back, preventing you from helping you get up in the small room you are in. You quickly realize that it must be a small cellar somewhere. In front of you, Helena looks at you attentively, your phone in her hand.

"Drop it" you mumble as you roll on your back before sitting up.

"She’s pretty stubborn" Helena replies, ignoring you completely.

She turns your phone screen in your direction and you can see Leah’s ID. She’s trying to call you. If your gaze lingers for a few seconds on the photo you chose for her contact, you also manage to see the time it is. And it’s been at least five hours since you left her from the training ground. Lia and Manu are supposed to have arrived at your home as well and you sincerely hope that they were able to help Alessia.

When your screen turns black again, Helena gently rests it on the ground and puts her attention back on you.

"You continue to be a constant problem for me, it’s painful."

You don’t answer at that either. Not out of fear as was previously the case, but because you learned that ignorance is the best contempt. You don’t want to give Helena any more hold on you.

"Looks like you’ve made some friends. How all those people can be interested in someone like you?" laughs Helena, and this time you can’t support her gaze.

That’s kind of the question you constantly ask yourself in the background and probably where most of your insecurities come from. How can people care about you? Why did Ingrid choose to put herself in danger and get you out of that cursed house? Why did Laia and Leila automatically take you under their wing in Manchester? Why does Alessia also consider you a sister? Why do Manu, Lia, Katie, Kyra, Caitlin consider you a friend today?

By what miracle does Leah seem to be in love with you, too?

"You’re nothing and mean nothing. It was time I came to remind you, I think."

You answer nothing, your eyes stubbornly fixed on the ground at your feet, jay tightens. Your silence and lack of reaction seem to begin to annoy Helena.

"Look at me when I talk to you" spits Helena.

You hate to obey so quickly, but you automatically raise your gaze on her. But it allows you to realize that the mask of coldness that she used to keep is now cracked. She realizes that she no longer has the control as before and that gives you a little courage.

"You are mine. You belong to me."

The words she says are somewhat similar to those Leah can utter in your most intimate moments, but the intent behind it is completely different. Where there is only evil in Helena, behind those of Leah there is only love, devotion and admiration. Even if you don’t understand how and why you’re lucky enough to have a girl like Leah in your life, you realize right now that what Helena is telling you is wrong.

You have people who love and appreciate you. People who believe in you.

"And you know you won’t love anyone else as you love me"

Helena tries a poker game, but it only triggers a scornful laugh from you.

"I don’t even have enough interest in you to hate you anymore" you answer coldly.

The sound of the slap she gives you echoes in the little room. You should have expected it. The skin of your cheek burns after its blow and you know that she put all her strength into it.

"No one will be interested in you for ever as I will and you know it. Look! Even your precious girlfriend stopped trying to call you"

Helena grabs your phone and throws it in your direction. It comes straight to your head before it ricochets off your head and falls to the ground. You see the number of missed calls from Leah, but you find that it’s indeed been long minutes since she tried to contact you. You also received other calls from people you can’t see and the usual whatsapp notifications and different social networks you’re on. The only difference from usual is Lia’s missed calls.

"You didn’t listen to anything I told you. You keep strutting around on the football fields and chasing your stupid ball. You are ridiculous."

A new slap sounds in the room and you close your eyes under the impact. You pretty sure you will have bruises. You’re trying to get back on your feet, hoping that your muscles that are more developed than before will allow you to do better than all these years ago. Where you spent hours at the gym, Helena seems to have spent them lying on her bed using illegal substances.

But your attempt is quickly spotted by Helena, who doesn't hesitate to return you to the ground with a well placed kick. You crash violently against the ground, the pain leaving you groggy for a few seconds.

A loud sound makes you suddenly open your eyes and you fear for your life for a few seconds, but you finally understand that it's actually the door of the cellar that we tried to force. A split second later, it opens on the fly, letting in several armed people. Your first reaction, no doubt stupid, is to believe that they are Helena’s accomplices. But when they throw themselves at her, you realize that if they’re there, it’s to help you.

THey help you get up and free you from the bonds that held your hands before getting you out of the cellar. Honestly, you don’t understand what’s going on. When you get out of the building, you realize you’re not far from your building.

The night seems to have fallen for a long time and the headlights of the police cars illuminate the street at regular intervals. They take you to an ambulance and you let it happen, like a robot. However, you quickly come back to reality by hearing a voice you know well pronounce your name.

Leah.

You barely have time to turn around as you find yourself caught in her arms, her hair obstructing your field of vision and her perfume enveloping all your senses. When you close your eyes, you feel tears coming out of your eyes and soon your whole body is shaken with tears.

Whispering comforting words in your ear, Leah leads you to the ambulance without releasing you for a single second. And that’s exactly what you need, the way you hold onto her shirt could attest to that.

"Alessia" you manage to pronounce after a few minutes.

You’re sitting in the back of the ambulance, Leah at your side while the paramedics seem determined to examine you from head to toe despite your confirmation that you’re okay.

"She’s fine" Leah says "She’s shocked, but she’s fine. Lia and Manu finds her when they come to her apartment, she was in her bedroom. She's not hurt."

You nod, feeling your throat knotted again. Knowing what she went through this because of you gnaws at you from within.

"It’s my fault Lee. She came back because I was seen in her neighborhood in Oslo. You were right. I should never have gone."

"It’s not your fault" Leah replies, wiping one of your tears rolling down your cheeks

But you cannot tolerate that answer. You gently shake your head and shift a little to get away from her. You don’t deserve someone to comfort you after all the evil you brought tonight. Especially not someone like Leah. Someone who deserves better. It’s time you stopped being selfish.

"Y/N..."

Leah try to take you back against her, but you are interrupted by one of the nurses who comes back to you with different papers in his hands. Apparently you are fine, but they still want to keep you in the hospital under observation for the night. You will probably be visited by police officers to discuss what has just happened.

You nod, despite the fact that you are getting tired of hospitals.

"Are you coming with us?" the nurse asks Leah

"Yes" she answers automatically

"No" you answer at the same time

The look Leah gives you is so shocked that you can’t help but feel guilty. Like at the beginning of your relationship, you still have no desire to hurt or harm her.

"Alessia’s gonna need you" you’re vaguely mumbling as an explanation

"She has Lia and Manu with her and we called her parents"

Realizing the number of people involved in this story, you curl up and squeeze your palms against your eyes. When you feel Leah’s hand on your shoulder, you have once again the reflex to try to detach yourself from it. But Leah doesn't let you.

"Everybody’s gonna hate me" you mumble, before you start thinking out loud. "I’m gonna have to move from here, change places and stop football. The best thing is that I go back to Norway and I…"

"Y/N, shut up for mercy"

You oblige and freeze instantly when you hear Leah’s voice. With the help of her hands, she gently lifts you up and removes your hands in the same way from your eyes.

"I know what you’re doing. There’s no way you’re running away. Nobody’s going to hate you. You’re the victim in the story"

But you shake your head violently at this statement. You feel the ambulance start, the engine purring gently.

"Bullshit. If there’s a victim here, it’s Alessia. And you, because you should never have had to go through this. And Lia and Manu, who certainly freaked out too. And Alessia's family, god can you imagine their fear? It’s my fault that all this happened."

"No. It’s Helena’s fault."

You hate to hear Leah say that name and she knows it perfectly. If the nickname she had chosen was a little to dismiss the situation, he was nonetheless innocent. It was mostly to stop hearing that name that makes you nauseous.

"Everybody’s gonna know. Everybody’s gonna know and hate me" you say in a low voice.

"Nobody’s gonna hate you god Y/N" sighs Leah pushing you to sit next to you on the bed. "The only thing that’s gonna happen is that people who know about you will be worried about you because you’re important to their lives. Because they care about you. Because they love you."

You remain silent, carefully avoiding Leah’s gaze. You cannot imagine that she could be right to be completely honest, something terrible could have happened to Alessia for example. And if Leah had been with you, you wouldn’t even imagine what might have happened. The very idea terrifies you.

"I can’t let her get close to you" you end up answering.

"She can’t do it anymore. After what happened tonight, even if you decide for stupid reasons not to press charges, Alessia will."

Leah’s tone is a little abrupt and you can’t decently blame her for being a little bit angry. Alessia is one of your best friends, but you know that Leah and her are also very close. So you remain silent, letting yourself move as the road moves. You feel Leah’s gaze on you, but yours is stubbornly fixed on your hands.

"Hey"

Leah’s voice sounds again after a few minutes and surprises you in your thoughts. Forgetting your resolve until now, you mechanically turn your gaze on her.

"Believe it or not, you matter to a lot of people here"

You sigh softly and look away again, putting your eyes back on the landscape that passes by the small rear window of the ambulance.

"I don’t want to cause trouble for anyone. Especially not for people I love"

"There won’t be any more problems. She won’t make it this time."

Leah seems so confident and determined that you finally believe it a little. But Helena always seemed so untouchable that you still have a little trouble realizing that it’s possible. Except for Ingrid, no one ever suspected what she was doing to you. Leah knows now and you’ll probably have a lot of questions to ask her about how they found you.

"Hey" whispers Leah again.

You again silently raise your gaze on her and you note with surprise that it has softened a little since earlier.

"I do. I love you, I care for you and you mean the world to me"

You’re back in tears. Leah puts an arm around you and you let yourself go against her this time, unable to resist any longer the comfort that you know she is able to provide you.

"And I’ll tell you until you finally believe it, every day if you have to. Until you get sick of me."

"Never" you mumble, not really knowing if she heard you.

Plot twist: She heard you.

When you arrive at the hospital, you stubbornly refuse additional tests, repeating again and again that you are fine. You don’t even have a concussion as a result of the shock you received, which made you lose consciousness. You have a good bump, though, and some bruises. But you’re doing pretty well.

The most difficult moment is undoubtedly the interrogation of the police to whom you had to tell everything from A to Z. Despite your supplications, Leah was not allowed to stay with you and this obviously made things much more complicated to live or to relive.

The second moment was the call to your parents, informed by the justice of what had happened to you. To them too, you had to tell them some things but you silenced the worst things undoubtedly. They’ll probably resent you for a while for hiding such things from them, but not to the point of not wanting to talk to you. You had to stop your mother from jumping on the first plane to meet you.

Fortunately, the judicial inquiry and everything around it will be kept silent at your request and the general public will not learn what happened to you in the past and in recent days. The official story is that you and Alessia stumbled upon a group of particularly aggressive burglars. That’s quite plausible.

To get you home, Leah had to go home to pick up a car since she followed you here with the ambulance. After making sure you were okay, she finally left the hospital and you took the opportunity to call Ingrid, informed by your parents. You should also ask them not to say anything. For Ingrid, you know that you have no risk of this happening.

You just hung up with her when someone gently knocks on the door of your room and you look up at the door when you allow the person to enter. Your heart tightens a little when seeing that it's Alessia. She looks at you cautiously and on your side you don't dare to sketch the slightest movement, persuaded that she's terribly angry with you. And if it’s not her, it’ll probably be her family.

"Can I come in?" she asks you, almost timidly.

You silently nod for any answer. You watch her gently close the door behind her, looking in her behavior for the slightest sign of a potential dispute or reproach. Your eyes glide over herface, hands and body in search of wounds, but you find nothing.

If Leah saw you, she’d probably call you a fool.

"How are you feeling?"

Her question makes you blink and you feel a little stupid for not having asked it first. So you bite your lip briefly before returning it to her, without having replied.

"What about you?"

"I'm okay. I only have one bump."

You cross her eyes and you can easily detect the attention with which she looks at you.

"I'm -"

"Leah told me you expect me to yell at you or resent you. But it’s not what I think Y/N. It’s not your fault."

You sigh softly and shake your head negatively. You want people to stop telling you that, because you know that’s the case. You never should have gone back to her house that night, she never would have come back.

"Listen" continues Alessia as she sits on your bed "I know what you think but let me tell you what I think. It wasn’t very smart of you to go back to her house in Oslo, I agree with you, but at least now we know where she is and what she’s doing. She can’t hurt anyone anymore. She can never come back for you or seek to harm you in any way. You can feel safe now, because you are."

It’s hard to remain insensitive to such a speech, but you can’t find the words to answer Alessia. The blonde doesn't seem to hold it against you once again, since she addresses you a new smile.

"And for what it’s worth, you’re still my sis. And I love you."

Despite yourself, you can’t hold a little laugh and you reach out to her hoping to receive a hug. Alessia isn't begging to offer you one, almost crushing you in her arms.

"I’m so glad you’re okay" you whisper, briefly tightening your arms around her. "And thank you."

"What for?"

"Being you. To forgive me, to be there again and again."

"Again and again" she repeats before letting you go, smiling. "Now put on your shoes and jacket, Leah is waiting for us downstairs. Let's go to her before she accuse me to molesting you again."

********

There are finally only a few people at Arsenal who are aware of what really happened and it suits you very well. In addition to Leah, Alessia, Lia and Manu, you suffered the suspicious look of Katie who looked at you at length during your story. She didn’t ask any specific questions, but just told you that if you needed any help from the Irish mafia, she had contacts. You know that this is certainly not true (well, you hope) but you appreciate the message behind this statement.

You violently refused to rest for the next games, just like Alessia. You also asked Jonas to treat you as he would normally, according to your abilities of the moment and what you do during training. That puts you in the starting players for the final game for the England Cup, West Ham. And this time, you are both on the pitch against Alina and Jordan, who are also both lined up from the start of the game.

The players of the opposing team are not yet present in the corridor when you arrive and you imagine that it's for this reason that Leah lets herself grab your fingers with hers. This draws your questioning gaze to her and she simply smiles at you. You feel that she is trying not to choke you with her worry about what happened with Helena, but you appreciate her constant presence at your side. Since you are only between you and the others are discussing everything and nothing, you take the opportunity to let yourself go a little more against her.

"Stressed?" You ask Leah when she drops your fingers to put her arm around your waist.

"A little more than usual" confesses the blonde in a low voice.

"You will be exceptional, as always"

Leah pinches your ribs smiling maliciously, your little cry of surprise making turn almost all of your teammates. Some people laugh when they see you, and you chase Leah’s hand away by hitting her. Seeing that she is about to continue your hand game, Lia pretends to intervene between you smiling.

"That’s enough, behave yourself"

That’s when the West Ham players begin to arrive at your side and you let Leah spin you aroung by holding you by the shoulders to face the exit. That doesn’t stop you from taking one last amused look at her before focusing on the game. Well it was until Leah kiss your jaw.

Your face is impassive when you shake hands with Jordan and then with Alina. You feel a lot better in your shoes than the last time it happened and it really makes you happy.

You find yourself in front of the field, attacking, alongside Alessia. Leah is in the back with Katie and with Caitlin, Lia in midfield, Beth and Viv, it has become a bit of your basic structure. It works very well like that and Jonas probably didn't want to take risks and try last minute strategies. Maybe he keeps a card in his sleeve for the second half if something weird happens.

But it doesn’t happen. Alessia manages to score a goal in the twelfth minute and you put another one in the twenty-third. Katie scores the third on a free kick just before half-time and you have to hold back from jumping into the locker room. Jonas urges you to stay focused for the second half, reminding you that if you managed to score three in forty-five minutes, West Ham is quite capable of doing so as well. So it’s just as focused that you go back into the field, ready to fight.

You don’t know what instructions the coach gave to the West Ham players, but there is no doubt that he asked them to press you as high as possible on the court. During corners or free kicks it's suddenly Alina who is supposed to take you, which isn't necessarily to your liking. You suddenly push her hands back when she puts them on you several times, ending up attracting the attention of the referee who comes to ask you to calm down a little.

West Ham actually manages to score a goal soon after, but you score a second a few minutes later. And Kyra, back for Beth at halftime, seals your easy win just before the end of the game.

When you lift the cup, you can’t help but look at the joy on Leah’s face and then on your teammates. Your friends. No matter how much you think about it, you don’t remember being as happy in your life as you are at that moment.

You smile at Leah when she crosses your eyes, mimicking a silent "I love you" with your lips, to which she responds by sending you a kiss.

********

"Leah, where are we going?" you ask, laughing softly, the blonde making you walk with both hands on your eyes.

It almost makes you stumble several times, but Leah watches over you carefully and catches up with you every time.

"We’re almost there" the blonde promises.

And indeed, a few seconds later she releases your eyes, taking the time to put in front of you before resuming the speech.

"Don’t open your eyes yet" Leah said, taking your face in her hands "First of all, I want you to know that there is no obligation to anything. That it won’t change anything between us no matter what you say. And that I love you"

"You’re scaring me, Lee." You mumble, frown.

"You don’t need it" Leah smiles.

She puts a tender kiss on your lips before releasing you and stepping back a few steps.

"You can open your eyes now"

You comply and blink several times to recover to the ambient light. Leah dragged you here after training, you’re at St-Albans not far from the training center, but not far from where her parents live too. You know that Caitlin and Katie, Kyra and Lia lived not far from here too. The building in front of you is typically English. It's a semi-detached house whose building is protected by a barrier and various security. Some work has certainly been done recently because everything seems particularly clear.

"What are we doing here?" you ask while frowning.

Leah is scratching her throat, apparently a little stressed. The way she swings from her toes to her heels tells you how nervous she is.

"Move in with me. We practically live together already and I want to wake up with you every day. I want to fall asleep with you and be able to moan because Raven is clawing on my couch while that damn cat has a brand new cat tree. I want to be able to take care of you and protect you every day. I know it’s a big step, but I love you and I want to make my life with you. Say yes, please?"

"Of course, yes" you answer with a smile.

Truth is, she already had you in the first sentence, but hearing that pretty statement doesn’t hurt. A big smile appears on Leah’s face as she hurries to put her hands around your waist to lift you off the floor and offer you a hug. You can’t help but laugh and put your arms around her neck.

After a few kisses, Leah shows you around the house, pointing out that you have the right to refuse the place if it doesn't suit you. But it seems to be perfect. An underground garage, the ground floor is reserved for the kitchen, the open dining room and the living room which gives access to the large garden behind the house. There is also a bathroom. Upstairs, there is what Leah proposes to transform into your ensuite bedroom, a guest room, another bathroom and a room that she proposes to transform into your studio provided that you leave her a small corner to install her piano and desk.

"What do you think?" Leah anxiously asks as you walk down to the living room.

"I love it" you answer honestly with a big smile on your face.

Leah smiles and seems to relax when she hears your answer. She puts her hands on your hips when you snuggle up against her and put your lips on her cheek and neck.

"I’m surprised you chose a semi-detached house" you admit however between two kisses.

"Oh, the neighbor looks nice, I don’t think you’ll have any trouble getting along" smiled Leah, sliding her finger under your chin to put a kiss on your lips. "Come, I’ll introduce you"

She grabs your hand and brings you out of the house to go into the house attached to yours. Both have been redone recently and you appreciate the light color of the front and the orange cobblestones on the outside, giving a small impression of southern Europe despite being in St-Albans.

Leah knocks at the door and you stand slightly behind her, still clinging to her hand. But your curiosity gives way to surprise when the door opens to an Alessia Russo and her famous smile.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, confused. "Are you dating the neighbor?"

"No" laughs Alessia while Leah next to you laughs too. "I’m the neighbor"

It takes you a few seconds to figure out what that means. You look in turn at Leah, who has meanwhile entered the house to greet Alessia’s brother whom you had not yet noticed, and Alessia who continues to smile.

"Are you moving here?"

"I think. This house is buzzing and apparently the neighbors won’t be too annoying"

You just smile while Luca confirms by mentioning all the positive things he found in the house. You quickly understand that Alessia called on him to get a second look and make sure everything was in order, but you trust Leah completely in that regard. Instead of listening, you jump into Alessia’s arms and finally realize what it means. You would have been sad not to have her next to you to be completely honest, but this is even better than what you imagined.

"You didn’t expect to get rid of me like that?" whispers Alessia, smiling as you hugged.

You roll your eyes and just tighten her against you with your arms around her neck, before Leah joins your embrace, squeezing you both against her.

"You whisper sweet words to my girlfriend besides molesting her now, Russo?"

#woso x reader #woso imagine #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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lettersofgold · 5 months

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prompt #3 with ruben dias would be so cute 🥹

-> i want it? i got it | ruben dias | “i know you liked it so i got it for you.”

at first, you thought it was just a one-off - ruben had gotten your favorite snacks and put them in his place so that while you waited on him or worked from his house, you would have all your favorites at your fingertips. delivery service wasn’t an option for you, considering the community's high profile. the last thing you wanted was to leak his address accidentally. you were grateful that he did it for you because, well, his food was all health-focused - made and considered optimally for his in-season training - and not at all yummy to the regular person. in your mind, it was just a tiny and considerate thing.

if you were going to a game? he left you with multiple jersey options and cute sneakers to match. he couldn’t bear the idea of you not having his name on your back, he once said. it sent butterflies through you, so you happily wore it. but you thought that was the case with any of the wives and girlfriends, so you didn’t ponder it. just the “I-have-a-professional-footballer-boyfriend.” style and look.

the next time was stunning. in passing you mentioned that peonies were your favorite flowers and when you arrived to your office, the secretary let you know you had something waiting for you on your desk. it wasn’t unusual for you to receive packages but you usually got them delivered to the secretary and picked them up on the way in. they weren’t delivered to your office. multiple bouquets of peonies were placed around your office. you mouth was agape as you studied the flowers that brightened your office - there were two larger bouquets on your desk, a smaller pair on your coffee table, and one on the window seal next to a photo of you and ruben. on your desk chair sat a light pink card that matched the flowers, inscribed with a note from ruben:

te amo para sempre, querida xx ruben (love you forever, darling.)

your hand flew to your mouth as you sighed in awe of your boyfriend. he never failed to make you feel adored. when you began causally dating you told him how no one was ever in love you with the same way you loved them - it seemed ruben was determined to change that. he was doing a damn great job.

it finally clicked that when you mentioned something to ruben, he would make it happen for you. you were sitting at the kitchen island working later than usual when you grumbled about how you missed another night out with your girlfriends. girls’ nights were far and in between - one of your friends was expecting, another engaged, and one in another city. you couldn’t remember that time all three of you together. ruben kissed your head and told you it would be fine, that things would slow down and if you didn’t get the rest you needed - he would make you slow down.

“is that an order?” you giggled as he tugged your chin up towards him. “it is.” he laughed but you knew he was serious. you simply rolled your eyes at him and didn’t think twice.

but then, after a few moments, your phone dinged with a confirmation of a reservation to your favorite restaurant for a party of four - you were sure it was a mistake because that particular restaurant was booked out for a few months - but your name was addressed directly at the beginning and end of the email. you were confused because the last time you called, you got waitlisted, so you didn’t even attempt to book a dinner, opting to lose out on the reservation instead of waiting. you weren’t the most patient person. but you knew for a fact you didn’t just make a reservation. ruben’s voice came down the hall, and he appeared in sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his waist. you let your eyes trail the chiseled v-cut of his lower abdomen before speaking, “babe?” you asked walking closer to him. “did you make this reservation for me?”

he nodded as he reached you but a frown formed on his face. “is that the wrong place?”

“no, no. i love it there but why did you make a reservation for me?”

“well you said you liked it there but there was a waitlist so i got you and your friends reservations…” he spoke as if it was common to do such a thing.

“ruben, you’re spending too much on me.” you tilted your head and looked up at him through your lashes. his frown deepened after the words left your mouth. he licked his lips and sighed.

“querida, nothing is too much when it comes to you,” he spoke in that calm voice you loved. so confident and steady. “money comes and goes. but you? you don’t. i don’t care the cost. if you like it and it makes you smile, I’ll get it for you. i want to see you happy; that’s all that matters.” ruben reasoned. it was hard to hear because no one had loved you so much, not in the way ruben did. no one ever expressed their love so openly and shamelessly. he pulled you in for a hug and sat his chin on your head as you mumbled protests into his chest. you were rambling about how it’s too much, he shouldn’t be doing all this for you, and endless other things that ruben chose to ignore.

“stop.” he pulled away and crouched to be at eye level with you, “it’s my money, and i want to spend it on you. when you marry me, then it’s yours too, okay? but for now it’s mine, and i’m going to get you everything you want querida.”

ruben pecked your lips and turned, heading back towards where he came as if he hadn’t just dropped the most giant bomb on you - it seemed that if you wanted it, you got it. and you so desperately loved and wanted it. and you were ready to get it.

#ruben dias x you #football fanfic #football fic #football one shot #football x reader #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias smut #ruben dias #lettersofgold blurb #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias fic

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ultimafangirl · 3 months

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Why are modern farming games getting rid of festivals?

The latest story of seasons, Pioneers of Olive Town (I'm not including the remakes cause they're remakes. Also Friends of Mineral Town actually has festivals), Stardew Valley and Coral Island have two festivals per season. It's ridiculous. I don't have Winds of Anthos but I hear it only has four total

I liked the festivals. I wanna see more festivals.

I'm using Back to Nature as my baseline cause it was my first. But they fit in about 18 festivals. And about 8 of them were romantic in nature or at least involved some kind of couple activity

Which brings me to my next point. Where are the romantic festivals? Half of the Olive Town festivals have you doing something with your partner so fine but last I checked Stardew Valley just has the dance. And I haven't seen the last festival in Coral Island yet but so far none of them have involved dates.

I'm referring to BtN again but give us the Spring Harmony Festival! I don't care if you call it Valentine's Day I want a day to give out chocolate. The Starry Night festival. Moon viewing.

Is it because festivals that just involve dialouge are considered boring now? There has to be some kind of mini game attached? I don't know I'm just spitballing. I'm loving Coral Island but the festivals don't all need minigames

I loved the goddess festival in BtN. I loved seeing them in their pretty dresses and then going out on a date afterwards. I loved it in the girl version where I actually got to dance with them (also off topic but Gotz giving you his wife's dress was the sweetest scene and I really wish I still had my psp so I could see it again).

Rune Factory 5 has it's problems but it still manages to have a good mix of activity and dialouge festivals with about 22 or so in total

Sorry, I'm all over the place.

Point is, I want more festivals in farming games. And I want more romantic festivals

#harvest moon #story of seasons #pioneers of olive town #stardew valley #coral island #rune factory 5 #rant #sorry this kept bugging me while i was playing coral island #and i realized it bugged me about stardew valley too #so i had to get it off my chest #but i want romantic festivals back

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 1 year

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a/n: happy playoffs season and happy recovery day for those that celebrated orthodox easter yesterday! i’m off work and napping after the gauntlet of this weekend 😂 this was an idea i had rolling around in my head and then i got an anon ask about doing an angsty fic of drei not dealing with missing the playoffs that well, so here we go! and while you’re all still getting more andrei fic, my loyalties for the series are with my moronic (affectionate) islanders 💙🧡

word count: 5.5k

tw: smut smut smut, angst involving andrei being a little bit of a jerk

summary: andrei can only put on a good face about missing the playoffs for so long

The end of the regular season rolls around quickly. The Canes win the Metro and earn home-ice advantage and Andrei cheers and celebrates with you on the couch, since he didn’t travel with the team for the last game. It wasn’t worth it, since it was just an overnight to Florida. After you turn the TV off though, his good mood fades a bit and he’s quiet, telling you his knee is a little stiff and sore from rehab and getting up and down during the game. You don’t press him and just curl up next to him, falling asleep long before he does.

He looks tired the next morning and you set a mug of coffee on the counter in front of him, doctored to perfection with his favorite white mocha creamer and two teaspoons of sugar. You’d usually tease him about his coffee-flavored sugar milk, but he doesn’t seem like he’s in the mood.

“Spasibo, solnyshka,” he murmurs, wrapping his hands around the mug and staring into it.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You ask lightly, scrambling half a dozen eggs for the two of you. Andrei will get the majority of the eggs and still somehow end up eating a few bites off your plate.

He shrugs. “Just tired,” he scrubs a hand over his face, dragging his skin down. His fingers scratch against his beard. He’s been growing it for a few days now and you’re enjoying the way it shades his jaw. Not to mention the way it feels on your skin when he goes down on you.

You’re curious what the beard means for Andrei’s mental state, since he’s never really gone this long without shaving. You can chalk it up to playoffs and that whole no-shaving superstition, but you’re not sure.

Plating up the eggs and toast, you ask, “still full of adrenaline from the game?”

Andrei’s lips twist in a wry smile. “Yeah,” he mutters. “Couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

He digs into his eggs and doesn’t say anything else for a bit. You poke at your food, worrying about him. Andrei’s been a total rockstar since his initial injury, putting on a smile through the doctors appointments and surgery. He’s jumped feet first into rehab, taking it seriously and committing himself fully. He’s done so well too - walking around with his crutches and barely a limp. He’s even back driving earlier than the doctors said he would be. But you know this is going to be a difficult few weeks for him.

You get up from the table and brush a kiss over his cheek, running your hand through his hair. “I’ll see you later, okay? I’m going to be late for class.”

“Okay,” he tilts his face to the side and kisses the corner of your mouth, “have fun. Love you.”

His smile seems genuine enough, so you push your worry to the back of your mind and focus on class. Just a few more weeks before graduation and your schedule isn’t dictated by professors. It’ll be nice to have the freedom to travel with the team for the playoffs. Although, now that you think about it, you’re not sure if Andrei’s even going along to Long Island for games three and four. He hasn’t mentioned anything about the travel or your joining him. He hasn’t been traveling with the team for the away games during the regular season, but he’s been pretty positive about it.

You make a decision to be a little more attentive to him during the playoff run, and especially during the away games.

When you get back home from class, Andrei’s back to his usual cheerful self, cooking dinner and humming along to the Russian music playing on the Alexa. He’s chopping away and doesn’t notice you until you lean against the counter and say, “my own personal chef? What did I do to deserve this?” You reach forward and snag a piece of cucumber off the cutting board, munching happily since it seems that Andrei’s worked through whatever was bothering him yesterday and this morning.

He smiles at you softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling a little. “I don’t have too much else to do after rehab.” He shrugs. “So I cook.”

“Well,” you swipe another piece of cucumber, “you’re getting very good at it. Maybe if the hockey thing doesn’t work out, you can be a chef.”

It’s a flippant comment, something you don’t really think about as you’re saying it, but Andrei’s smile flickers and his eyes shutter a bit. Before you even have a chance to kick yourself mentally, he’s shaking his head, joking, “I don’t have the attitude for it. I’m not like that one on TV, the Hell Kitchen guy?”

“Gordon Ramsey?” You clarify, totally unable to see Andrei shouting and screaming like that. You know he has a little bit of a temper - he’s Russian and a hockey player, after all - but in the year and a half you’ve been dating him, you’ve never seen him lose his cool off the ice.

“Him, yeah,” Andrei nods and starts fixing a dressing for the salad. “I would be too excited to try all the food to yell.”

You snort. “Understatement of the century, Drei. I’ve literally never met anyone with an appetite like yours.”

He smirks at you, picking up the easy layup and commenting, “especially for that delicious cunt of yours.”

Despite having heard nearly every possible combination of dirty talk out of Andrei’s mouth and with that stupidly hot accent, your face flushes with heat and your stomach flips. Still leaning against the counter, you shift subtly, pressing your thighs together against the flood of arousal between your legs. “Stop that,” you murmur, waving him off.

“Solnyshka,” Andrei purrs, his voice like velvet, “don’t you like it when I say filthy things to you?”

“Andrei…” you warn him, voice shaking a bit. He knows that voice of his turns you on to an unreasonable degree. Some little part in the back of your brain that’s not clouded over with lust is recognizing that he’s changing the subject, pivoting away from talk of hockey and his new cooking hobby, distracting you from asking about how he’s feeling. But you can’t seem to focus on that right now.

He grins and comes around the counter, his gait a little stiff from the brace, and pulls you into his arms. “You don’t want me to tell you what I want to do to you?” His hands trail up your arms, fingers brushing against the back of your neck when he pushes your hair off your shoulder so he can lean down and whisper into your ear, “you don’t want me to tell you that my cock has been rock hard and aching all day for you. How I’ve been waiting to fill your sweet cunt with every inch of my cock until you’re screaming my name.”

A strangled noise leaves your throat and your knees buckle a little, but Andrei wraps one thick arm around your waist and holds you against his chest. The hard ridge of his cock presses against your lower stomach and you shiver, leaning into him subconsciously. He grins and nips at your ear lobe. “Feel that? All for you, milaya. Every single inch is yours. Maybe you don’t want it in your pussy tonight, maybe you want it in your mouth?” His voice drops an octave. “Should I fuck your throat, make you swallow? Stretch your jaw wide until it hurts?”

“Andrei…” you mumble his name weakly, heart pounding in your chest, mouth watering at the images his words are putting in your mind. Your hand slides down his chest, pressing under his shirt so you can scrape your nails against his skin and slip your hands down the front of his pants. Before you can touch him, his other hand moves lightning fast and grabs your wrist, holding your fingers mere centimetres from where you want them.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, brushing a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth.

You wiggle your fingers in his grip and lean up to kiss him harshly. “Andrei, I want you to fuck me,” you whisper against his lips. “But I want my hands on you first. I want you to come first.” When you’re in the mood, you can give as good as you get with the dirty talk. “I like seeing your face when I make you come, the way your eyes get dark and your pretty, talented mouth falls open. Let me make you come, Andrei.”

His pupils are blown out and you grin at him, knowing you’ve turned the tables effectively. His grip on your wrist falters and you take your opportunity to break free and wrap your fingers around him. He inhales sharply and his hand on your back tenses. Your hand moves slowly, almost lazily, over him and he grunts, dropping his head to bury his face in the crown of your head. You work him over patiently, the looseness of his basketball shorts giving you space to move. He mumbles in Russian, words muffled by your hair, and you whisper to him. “So good, such a good boy,” the coil of heat in your own stomach is tightening. You’re turning yourself on even more by getting him off. The tip of his cock is leaking, coating your hand and making it easier for your palm to slide over him.

Andrei’s hands fist in the fabric of your shirt and his hips thrust in your hand, even as he’s crushing you against his body. You tangle your free hand in the hair at the nape of his neck, the little hair wings that you love so much, and tug gently. The lack of space between your bodies forces your strokes to be even shorter and Andrei’s clearly trying to hold on and force himself to not come. You bite a little at the underside of his jaw and lick the spot to soothe it. “Drei, baby, let go. Come for me, please,” you whisper into his skin and tighten your grip on him, pumping him once, twice, three times more before he’s coming with a shout of your name, spilling all over your hand and his pants. Andrei holds onto you tightly while he comes, grunting when he’s finally spent.

“Dirty trick,” he mutters, dazed, when he finally has his breath back. You pull your hand from his dick and stick your index finger in your mouth, sucking his cum off of it, even as the rest drips down your wrist. Andrei groans again, a tortured sound.

“Learned from the best,” you smirk, leaning up on tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. You’re glad to see that a lot of the shadows that have been haunting his eyes the past few days are gone, for now at least. “Go clean yourself up and I’ll finish dinner.”

He shakes his head and starts off to the bathroom, but not before he swats your ass a bit. You wash your hands thoroughly and finish making dinner - not that it’s difficult since he’d been almost done with roasting the chicken and vegetables when you started mauling each other. Andrei’s back in a few minutes, wearing low slung grey sweats and an old t-shirt. His hair is damp from the shower and he looks tired, but relaxed. “Hi,” he murmurs, coming around behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Andrei drops his chin to your shoulder and you hold up a piece of chicken on a fork for him to taste.

“Thank you,” he says after he chews and swallows.

“For what? The best hand job of your life?” You tease, trying to keep the mood light.

He huffs a laugh, breath ruffling your hair, and deadpans, “exactly. That.” He squeezes you in a hug and you don’t talk about it anymore, instead you fill him in on what’s been happening in your classes and run through the plans for the weekend.

Geno flies in on Friday and the brothers spend some quality time together, laughing and chatting in Russian. You don’t mind it at all, knowing that Andrei’s always at his happiest when his family is around. Geno joins Andrei in rehab too. They come back from the facility sweaty, but Andrei doesn’t have that look in his eye. The one that says even though he’s progressing faster than initially expected, it’s still not fast enough for his liking.

Elena and Igor join you for Easter church services on Saturday night and stay over at Andrei’s house so you can all have breakfast together in the morning. It’s a nice, relaxing day - you’re completely stuffed from all the food and no one mentions the puck shaped elephant in the room around Andrei.

But then of course Monday morning rolls around and Andrei sleeps through his alarm. Well, you’re pretty sure he’s awake but faking sleep so he doesn’t have to talk to you. It hurts a little, his ignoring you, but you know today is going to be hard. Instead of trying to wake him up or talk to him right away, you get yourself ready, trying to be quiet, and make breakfast for yourself and a protein smoothie for Andrei before going back upstairs.

He’s in the bathroom when you get there, brushing his teeth and staring blankly at his own reflection.

“I made you a smoothie,” you say, trying to keep your tone cheerful. “Chocolate almond cherry.”

“Sounds good,” Andrei mumbles around toothbrush and toothpaste froth. He spits and slides past you through the doorway. Your lips twist in an effort to not say anything. Andrei gets dressed quickly, in his new uniform of shorts and a plain t-shirt, dark baseball cap backwards over his hair.

“Are you…um…what’s the plan for today, Drei?” You ask carefully, following him down to the kitchen. The last you heard, Andrei was going to go to the first two home games and the rumour was that he was going to run the siren at the open of game one. But you’re honestly not sure what his mental state is like right now.

He shrugs one shoulder, “rehab.” His answer is short and you’re trying not to take it personally.

“I know that,” you sigh. “That’s not an all day event though.”

“I guess I’m going to the arena,” he gulps back half of his smoothie in one shot. “You don’t have to come.”

Okay, yeah, that one hurts.

“Why wouldn’t I want to come?” You lean a hip against the counter and tilt your head at him. If your tone is a little sharp, sue you.

Andrei shrugs again and you’re really starting to hate that gesture coupled with the flat look in his eyes. “I’m not playing and I wouldn’t sit with you. Why waste the time?”

You squint at him. “Do you think that I don’t support the whole team? Andrei, it’s not a waste of time for me to go, for you to know I’m there supporting you, even if I’m not sitting with you.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he grumbles under his breath.

“Jesus,” you mutter to yourself. Louder, “we’ll talk about this later, but I have to go to class. But remember that whether or not you’re playing or I’m sitting with you, I’m on your side.”

You lean up on tiptoes to kiss him good-bye, but Andrei turns his head at the last second and you get his cheek. It’s a goddamn gut punch and you manage to hold back your emotions as you rush from the house. But the second you’re in your car, tears stream down your cheeks. You swipe at them furiously, needing to get on the road but not wanting to drive while you’re emotional. It’s so damn hard to know how his mood is going to be affected by the playoffs and getting the cold shoulder and the apathetic version of Andrei is harder than you thought it would be. You know he’s not doing it on purpose, but that fact that he won’t talk about what’s going on is making everything harder.

With Geno having had the same injury and surgery, you were hoping that it might be easier for Andrei to cope, but as Geno himself had pointed out when you spoke with him privately the other day, the Red Wings weren’t in the playoffs the year of his injury. Andrei’s missing an entirely different opportunity.

A small, horrible little part of you wishes the Canes hadn’t even made the playoffs, so that way Andrei wouldn’t be sitting on the sidelines, watching his friends join the dance. But then he’d probably blame himself for the team falling short, so it doesn’t even matter in the end. Either outcome means Andrei will feel guilt or sadness.

You just wish you could take away his pain.

The rest of the day passes in a blur - you’re handing in final papers and wrapping up your final semester - and Andrei’s gone when you get home, later than you planned.

“What the fuck?” You mutter, standing in the spot in the driveway that usually has his car. Still in the driveway, you text him, asking if he went to the arena early. It takes him longer than usual to reply and when he does, it’s a short response. (“Yes, said you didn’t have to come if you don’t want to.”) Honest to God, you’re ready to throw your phone against the garage door, but you’re too mature for that. If Andrei doesn’t want you at the game, you won’t go.

You still send him the routine pre-game emoji text, even though you’re annoyed with him and this time he does send back a string of unintelligible emojis, so he’s not totally checked out.

Following along on Twitter and TV isn’t the same, but you do get to see video of Andrei smiling while he works the siren. He looks good in his suit, normal, like nothing’s wrong with him.

The game is hard-fought, an eventual win for the Canes, and Andrei’s acting like nothing’s wrong when he gets home. He kisses you and twists the end of your ponytail around his fingers. “You could’ve gone to bed, solnyshka,” he says and it hits you that he hasn’t used the term of endearment all day.

Swallowing back emotion, you smile faintly. “Somehow playoff hockey gets the adrenaline going even from the couch,” you joke and Andrei chuckles, shedding his suit jacket and sitting down heavily next to you. He loosens his tie with two fingers and pops the top button on his shirt. He had already kicked off his shoes at the front door, so now he props his feet up on the coffee table and bends his right knee a bit.

“Mhm,” he hums. “It was a good game.”

He doesn’t say anything else and focuses on the TV, where an old episode of CSI is playing. You know he doesn’t have any idea what’s happening because he never watches crime shows, but he’s watching the action like his life depends on it. He clearly doesn’t want to talk anymore, so you sigh and drop your hands to your knees. “I’m going to go to bed. Unless you want to hang out…” You look at him out of the corner of your eye.

Andrei shifts on the couch and sighs heavily. He shakes his head, but reaches his hand out over the couch cushion and grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together. You squeeze gently and he squeezes back. He drops his head against the back of the couch and closes his eyes. The TV keeps playing and you’re both quiet, sitting there in the dark den until the killer is caught and the credits roll. After the episode ends, you’re still quiet until Andrei gets to his feet, still holding your hand, and pulls you along to your bedroom. It’s so strange for the silence to echo around you - usually you and Andrei are constantly taking and laughing and joking with each other. But he climbs into bed next to you and wraps his body around yours, your favorite big spoon. He buries his face in your hair, his nose bumping against the back of your head, and mumbles, “spokoynoy nochi.”

“Night, baby,” you whisper back through a yawn. As you drift off to sleep, Andrei’s body is still tense behind yours.

The next two days are quiet and tense. Andrei doesn’t contribute more than he really has to in conversation and when the Islanders take Game Two, his mood plummets. The drive home from PNC on Tuesday night is horrible - Andrei slams the radio off and drives like a maniac, forcing you to hold the “oh shit” bar in a death grip. His jaw is clenched and the skin around his eyes is tight. You want to reach out and touch his hand, but he’s white-knuckling the steering wheel and you’re almost afraid to startle him.

“I should’ve been out there,” he snaps, finally speaking after you’ve gotten into the house and changed into pajamas. His eyes are stormy and his fingers tap restlessly against the side of his thigh.

“Drei…” you sigh, sitting cross legged on the bed. “There’s nothing you could’ve done.”

“I could’ve scored a goal,” he shoots back. “A game winner. Or a tie. Or I could’ve blocked a shot.”

You shake your head, “but you don’t know that.”

“Yeah,” he drawls, voice dripping with derision, “we’ll never know. Since I had to go and tear my fucking ACL.”

He starts pacing the floor in front of the bed, his gait getting jerkier and more uneven the longer he walks. On one pass, he kicks at a decorative pillow, sending it flying across the room. You pull your legs to your chest and wrap your arms around your knees - it’s not the moment to try and talk to him, he won’t listen to any platitudes you could say.

Andrei’s cursing in Russian now, working himself up, and since you can’t understand what he’s saying, you have no way of calming him down. He kicks another pillow and mutters a forceful “blyad,” which you actually do know and finally seems to run out of steam. His shoulders sag and he turns to look at you. You bite at your lip - he looks so tired and sad. Andrei’s carrying a heavy burden, one that he put on his own shoulders, and you just don’t know how to help him.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. You reach out a hand and grasp his other wrist, tugging gently.

“Just come to bed and sleep, okay?” You say softly. “Just sleep and if you can’t, wake me up and I’ll be here with you.”

Andrei nods and gets into bed, moving carefully and stiffly.

“You want me to rub your knee?” Your voice is quietly and tentative, as if you were trying to soothe a wild horse. You’re not sure what might set him off right now.

“Please,” he mutters. “It’s stiff.”

You hum sympathetically and drag his leg onto your lap, rubbing your hands over the muscle and digging your thumbs into the knots. He has a few scars on his shin and knee now and you’re careful around those spots, more gentle the closer you get to his knee. Andrei relaxes against the pillows as you work, closing his eyes and tucking one hand behind his head. You scrape your nails over his skin too, scratching lightly, and he sighs. You work your hands over his lower thigh too, the muscle relaxing as you work. His leg gets heavier in your lap the closer Andrei gets to sleep, when he’s not subconsciously holding some of his weight off of you. You can tell the moment he finally falls asleep - his leg is heavy on your lap and his breathing is even.

Andrei’s face is soft in sleep, the lines that were forming around his eyes and on his forehead smoothing out. He finally looks relaxed and peaceful and you hope he sleeps through the night. Carefully, you settle his leg back on the mattress and crawl up next to him, tucking yourself against his side and falling asleep quickly, emotionally exhausted.

The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed and your stomach sinks, until you smell coffee and pancakes. A small, hopeful smile fights to form on your lips and you cross your fingers that Andrei’s feeling better after last night. You tug a sweatshirt on your your head and pad downstairs.

“Morning, solnyshka,” Andrei greets you with a careful smile. It’s not quite his normal caliber, missing toothed smile, but it’s leagues better than what you’ve been getting out of him the past week or so.

“Morning,” you smile back, sitting at the counter and pulling the mug of coffee he had set out for you close. It’s doctored perfectly and you hum happily as the caffeine hits your brain. Andrei watches you with affection in his eyes.

He flips a pancake in the pan and nudges a plate towards you. “Felt like practicing my breakfast skills,” he comments idly. “Hope pancakes are okay.”

He’s always been pretty good with cooking breakfast and you know this is his way of apologizing for his outburst last night. You dig into a pancake, after drowning them in syrup, and tease, “well, they’re not your mom’s syrniki, but I suppose they’ll do.”

Andrei snorts a laugh and keeps working on his pancakes. “Next time,” he promises. He sips on his own coffee and flips another pancake onto the plate.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you mumble around a mouthful of pancake, holding your hand up in front of your mouth to block the view of your half chewed food.

He smiles at you and leans forward to swipe a drop of maple syrup off of your chin with the pad of his thumb. Holding eye contact with you, Andrei sticks his thumb in his mouth and licks it clean. Your stomach flutters with want and it’s nice to know that Andrei clearly still wants you. Your cheeks heat up and Andrei’s smile becomes a little shy when he turns back to the bowl of batter.

You eat quietly while he alternated between making pancakes and eating them. The silence is comfortable though, not as tense as it has been and you’re hoping this means Andrei is turning a corner.

“So,” he starts, once he’s finished with the pancakes. His back is to you while he washes the frying pan and batter bowl. The set of his broad shoulders is stiff and he’s holding himself like he’s trying to curl inward and protect himself. You wait. “I’m not going to Long Island. I made the decision not to travel.”

“Oh,” you reply, not really sure how he’s feeling about that choice. His tone is carefully neutral and you can’t see his face. “Did, um, what did Rod say?”

You hold your breath while you wait for Andrei to reply. He scrubs at the bowl and says, “he wants me to come. Team wants me to come, but I can’t go. I don’t want to go.”

“I think that it’s okay if you don’t go,” you say gently. “If…if that’s going to make you feel better -“

“Both options suck,” he cuts you off harshly. “I go, but I don’t play? Terrible. I watch from the couch? Terrible. I just want to play and win.”

His shoulders are practically up by his ears now and you hop off the stool, slipping around the island, and lightly press the palm of your hand between his shoulder blades. He leans subtly against your touch and you can feel his muscles shift and relax. Encouraged by his reaction, you scratch your nails gently against the fabric of his shirt and say, “it sucks, Drei. It really just sucks and I don’t know what to say.”

“I wish I could play,” he says softly, sounding so miserable your heart breaks into little pieces. He’s been so positive and strong since the initial injury, you should’ve expected that the playoffs would be hard.

Your hand slides from his back around his side and up over his chest, resting against his heart. You tap your fingers against his shirt and he looks down at your hand before looking over at you. “You will play again, you know that. Next year is going to be amazing for you,” you can feel emotion clogging your throat. “Andrei, I know it’s horrible now, but I think you should go to Long Island. You’re going to be even more upset if you’re not there supporting the boys.”

“It’s too hard to watch from the press box,” he mutters.

“I think it’s going to be harder for you to watch from the couch,” you reply. Your lips twist up in a sly smirk, “unless you would rather be on the couch with me to distract you from the game.”

Andrei scoffs, but there’s no real heat in it. It seems like he’s just drained. “Can’t just fuck away the pain of missing the playoffs,” he says, a little sharper than he probably meant to.

“I could give it the old college try,” you tease, fingers dancing over his chest, trailing down low on his stomach. You know he’s not in the mood and you would never take it that far when he’s being vulnerable with you, but your movements do get a genuine, if small, smile from your boyfriend and that’s really all you can ask for right now.

“Come with me,” he says abruptly. “To Long Island. You can’t sit with me in the press box, but please be there?”

“I can make that work,” you laugh a little. Growing serious, you continue, “even if I couldn’t, you know I’m always there for you, right?”

Andrei nods. “I know. I haven’t been doing a very good job of showing it.”

You press your cheek against his bicep, giving it a quick little kiss. “You’ve been going through so much, give yourself a break. The past month has been a lot,” you smile a little against his arm. “Besides, if you’d like to make it up to me, graduation is coming and presents are always appreciated.”

That gets a genuine laugh out of Andrei and he shifts, dropping the bowl into the sink and wrapping you up in a hug so your chest is pressed against his. He kisses the top of your head and holds you close. “I’m sorry, solnyshka. I know I haven’t been the easiest this past week. I’ve been a zasranets.”

“If that means jerk, then yeah,” you laugh against his chest. His heart beats rhythmically under your cheek and you feel safe and secure. After the rollercoaster of this past week, it’s so nice that he’s talking again.

“Asshole, actually.”

“That too.”

“I love you.”

“Ya tebya lyublyu.”

Andrei groans and you laugh. “Fuck, maybe you can distract me by riding my dick,” he teases, immediately aroused by your minimal grasp on the Russian language. He’s been trying to teach you, but only a few phrases here and there have stuck. You’re not above weaponizing them to get what you want out of Andrei. But this time you just wanted to distract him from the heaviness of the conversation.

“I can always try,” you grin, pulling back a little and reaching up to kiss him. “I wouldn’t mind listening to your thoughts either, you know, if you want to talk about things.”

“I know,” he rests his chin on the top of your head and you feel his jaw working a little. “I never thought this would happen to me, you know? Even after Geno, I think, don’t worry Andrei, that won’t happen to you. And then it did.”

“And then it did,” you agree softly, thrilled that he’s opening up. It’s always better when you and Andrei talk.

“What if I’m not as good as I was?” The question is practically a whisper.

You lean back and look up at him, Andrei’s arms wrapped loosely around your back. His face is serious. “That’s a possibility,” you reply honestly and his lips turn down into a deeper frown, but you rush continue. “But I know you, Andrei Svechnikov, and I know that you’re going to work that muscled ass of yours off until you’re even better than you were before the injury.”

His eyes look suspiciously damp and he smiles weakly. “I hope you’re right, solnyshka,” he says, sighing.

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “When will you learn, Mister Svechnikov? I’m always right,” you wink at him and he laughs. “Now,” you continue, “let me go so I can buy a plane ticket.”

Wiggling from his grip, you giggle, feeling lighter than you have all week. Andrei reaches for your hand as you dance away, catching the tips of your fingers and bringing them to his mouth to kiss.

You know it’s not going to be smooth sailing from here, even if and especially if the Canes continue to progress, but Andrei is definitely worth it.

#andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov x you #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov x reader

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villavineyards · 2 years

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us against the world

i got my hands on an old katy perry song and im making it everyone's problem. tonight let us imagine a the one that got away scenario with willem and them regretting dropping mc so soon as they near the finale and they see mc happily smitten with bruno

cw: sad undertones, words of regret, unrequited love, open for all audiences

wc: 1.8k

will thinks to themself about the exact moment they knew they'd went down the wrong path. maybe things would have been better if mc had never coupled up with them in the first place, because at least then will wouldn't have to know what they're missing out on.

but, his favorite moment has to have been on that first night they met, after mc'd won the heartrate challenge and got kobi to dance on them. will liked that even though mc didn't dance on him, they still took him aside to talk after everything settled down.

"it's crazy, you in here now when we're all just getting used to each other."

"i can gladly leave if that's what you're saying here will," you'd said back in a snap, making will laugh before they'd knew what was happening. "funny gal you are, mc. don't leave me so soon though, you haven't even seen us shirtless yet." they'd slyly flirted, which didn't go unnoticed by you. "oh, i've been watching the show so far. can't say i'm too impressed, really." you'd said, eyes low and inviting.

"i'd say it's better in person, right?" he'd asked, not at all insecure and shifting slightly to face mc better. "you tell me," you'd said back, fully facing will now and your faces inches apart. will would have kissed you then, someone so similar to him and enthralling and everything he thinks he'd wished for, but loved the tension and pulled away.

and you'd stayed up there for so long with each other, the two of you talking about work and family and your relationship values and what you want to gain out of the summer. will wasn't sure when they'd got to this point, but you were talking about your high school experience and how you'd knew you wanted to be a performer.

"okay, you know katy perry right? well i saw her in concert, and she performed this one song that changed my life. the one that got away, acoustic version. it was like, the prime of songwriting to me- there had never been a written piece that resonated so strongly with me, that even now i reference to in my romantic relationships. it's totally weird, but it's my favorite song in the world ever." you spoke on, and will watched in admiration. he'd told you that it is weird yes, but it's sweet that you liked the song so much and they respected how strongly you stood behind it. they saw you for the first time, he thinks, especially when you'd talked about your sleeve tattoos after that.

you'd pointed to an innocent seahorse, outlined in purple and blue. you'd explained to will that the colors matched your ex's own tattoo of a starfish and that, if you two stood next to each other, would almost perfectly fit with the other. "maybe the artist knew something we didn't, by not making the tattoos line up. either way, i don't regret a thing. i like the ocean, so no harm done." you'd said dreamily, not bothered in the slightest. will then, almost in disbelief, pointed out a tattoo they have of a starfish on his back- you two had howled in laughter, doubling over and faces red as you both reached for the other amidst all the laughing.

"in another life..." he'd joked, both about the song and your seemingly matching tattoos. you nodded along, catching your breath as you smiled at them. "maybe. at least now we have halloween costume ideas, right?" you two were calming down, and will thought about their future in the show for probably the first time ever. and he liked it.

things went so smoothly after that, and coupling up with mc felt like the first right thing that had happened that summer. it scared will. what if you really were too good to be true, and you two hurt each other in the end? it's always like this, will thinks, where he doesn't want a good thing to end so he ends it first.

they remember mc's reaction when they said they wanted mc to not pick them at the recoupling. mc got out of the lilo, threw her hands up and said 'lovely will, have a great rest of your summer!' and walked off dramatically. at the time, will thought they'd dodged a bullet seeing mc so childishly end the argument. but now they know it was a moment of passion- they understand that more than anyone in the villa.

they also remember when mc washed their hair after the hotdog challenge, and when she'd explained all of that to them.

"i'm sorry will. for how i acted towards you and thabi that day in the pool. i have no excuse other than that i was upset at myself for having fallen so hard for you, and clearly put my eggs in the wrong basket. it wasn't anything personal, and i'm sorry if it made you or thabi uncomfortable. that's the last thing i'd want; you're a good pair."

will had told you about their thabi troubles then, and felt your hands stop in their hair briefly before continuing your ministrations. "well, i'm sorry to hear that then. at least you gave it a shot, right?" will wasn't sure if you'd said that bitterly or not, and the way you chuckled didn't help, but he found the humor in it all the same. "yeah.." they'd trailed off, not sure if this was a good time to apologize as well until you told them you'd finished up with their hair. will was suddenly very aware they were naked, and wasn't sure how things were so casual up until that moment. will knew they absolutely could have done something at that moment, but instead gave you a pat on the shoulder before shuffling away.

why was he so nervous? willem kimura did not get nervous. ever.

but when they saw the way you'd sprawled yourself out on the couch, he figured it was now or never. 'what's the least creepy way i can wake mc up?' they questioned, before eventually just leaning down to put a hand on your shoulder and seeing if fate would be on his side.

"hey..."

you leapt up comically, and dazedly mumbled about being queen of the couch. you looked pretty sleepy, but still were open to forgive him for interrupting your precious nap. they grinned bashfully, and crouched into your eye-view.

"i didn't mean to scare the queen of the couch. i just have some urgent business with her, if she'll allow it." he said, and once you granted him an audience, he continued.

"it's kinda serious... like, the ocean breeze in the morning kind of serious. the first dusting of rain after a hot summer day, every drop with its own purpose to serve until it hits the ground."

"ocean breeze sounds serious."

they nodded solemnly, tenderly fixing a gaze on you as your eyes began to clear up. "yeah. the ocean breeze, it's cool and refreshing, yknow? makes you more aware of things and feel more alert.. which is relevant to what i want to say. which, uh, which is... that i feel something with you still. that spark, you know? i can honestly tell you that it never went away, no matter what happened between us or not. and... when you washed my hair yesterday?" they paused for effect, hand touching their chest and a small smile playing on his lips.

"i liked the way your fingers moved, like if you were washing all the stress from me."

"i guess i was, in a way. your hair had loads of stuff in it."

"so true. i guess, it's just like... it makes me feel like there could still be something between us. something that could like, blossom into more.. like a well-rooted tree. do you know what the isu tree is?"

"sure."

"oh, cool! so you know that when it's fully grown, the roots sink into the ground and live for a long time- you just need to give it a chance to grow." they finished with a nod. "just think about it, and do whatever feels right, okay? i'll be off at the pool for today, if you want to find me again."

they walked away before you could respond, and sat on the lounger with a huff.

will tried not to be bitter. he really did. he didn't own you, he had no claim on you whatsoever. so why do they feel this way?

he'd even told you before he was not the jealous type, and that's true. the more the merrier! but for the first time, seeing you with bruno as his arm wrapped around your middle and your head laid on his shoulder, the same day as will'd confessed to you.. they didn't like it.

maybe will was too late? he had no regrets in anything ever, but they were thinking back on the summer and everything they'd gone through. leaving for thabi, getting stolen by valentina, getting back with thabi... and now here. alone. thoroughly crushed as he witnessed you pick bruno again.

will tried not to be creepy about it, they really did. he couldn't help staring, a million thoughts going through their head. he'd watched the way bruno's hand basically caressed your upper arm, right over your tattoos and will saw the way bruno lightly pressed on them, making you giggle and turn slightly. will's eyes narrowed on your seahorse that was practically glaring at him, and looked away before things got too weird.

will wanted to talk to you again, to apologize for putting you on the spot again and to let you know they had no hard feelings over not getting picked again. and, he knew it was bad, but maybe he could turn the tides just a little in their favor. maybe. all to be seen, and he wanted to see you right away. before he could, he stopped by the dressing room to put on just two more spritzes of his cologne, and ran his fingers through his hair. he looked at himself blankly in the mirror, wondering how it got to this point, and then set off to find you.

easier said than done, because will could literally not find you for the rest of the evening.

as the night came to a close, will finally spotted the top of your head near the daybeds, but heard you and bruno speaking to each other and forced himself to walk away as to not intrude. will would've kicked themself if they could, losing all momentum as he turned to walk away. before he could though, he heard six words from bruno's voice that let will know they'd lost.

"us against the world, right babe?"

will didn't have to see to understand how happy that probably made you, both because that's your favorite song (had bruno seen that part you'd shared to will on tv before he came in?) and because will remembered you value devotion above all. he stopped in his tracks, in the doorway entering the inside of the villa, and felt heavier than ever as they made their way inside finally.

it was over.

there was no coming back from that.

tbh guys none of the islanders make me want to write sad stories like will LMAOOO i see so much of myself in him and i guess that part of me that understands them as a character is also the part that doesn't like him HAJDFKASKJDH i'm insufferable and sappy as hell so idk i see this misunderstood artiste leads with their heart type and i'm like yeah let's kill the vibe and all chances of happiness... more to come

#i never said i was happy #incoming tags take cover #litg #love island the game #love island #li:tg #litg2 #li:tg2 #fusebox #litg 4 #litg4 #love island the game season four #love island season 4 #litg s4 #love island game

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driftycities · 11 months

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Okay everyone, take this as my official introduction to the LITG fandom! I haven't written any fanfic in 5+ years, and this is my first LITG fic, so please be kind!!

I'll be uploading to ao3 as soon as I'm off the waitlist (didn't realize there was one, whoops), so for now please enjoy it here!!

Excited to talk and theorize this season with you all 🥰

💕 MC/Lewie fluff

🏠 Post-villa AU

📝 7.2k+ words

“Babes, fuck, I’ve really gotta go!”

Lewie rarely swore. Sage had noticed that about him pretty early on, and she found something so charming and pure about it. When he did swear, it came out of him as more of an aggressive whisper than anything else, and sometimes he even apologized after. She’s pretty sure she had uttered a curse at least once every time she spoke in the villa, but he never minded. He always gave her his softest, cheekiest smile, like he was amused with the language that would come out of her mouth. The first time she heard him swear was when he stubbed his toe on the end of their bed one night, a few nights after they were finally allowed to be a couple for the first time in the villa. The “Oooh, shit” had come out of him so quietly Sage wasn’t sure if she even heard him correctly. But for some reason, the innocence of it all had made her heart flutter.

Since then, Lewie has only cursed aloud in front of her if one of four things were happening: 1) he hurt himself (for a professional midfielder, Sage always wondered how he could be so clumsy around his own furniture), 2) he was drunk, 3) they were fucking (Sage’s personal favourite; the first time she heard his low growl ‘fuck’ she nearly came right then and there), and 4) he was running late to the pitch. Today was number four.

It was their last game of the season, and if they won, they would be promoted to Championship football. They weren’t expecting to be this successful this season and Sage could see the pressure was starting to mount on Lewie over the past few months. It had been even worse for him over the past week after an unexpected loss, and she worried he was spending too much time taking care of his teammates instead of himself. She did everything she could to ease his stress - two-hour back rubs, making his favourite dinners, motivational pep talks that she wasn’t sure were working or not, and a lot of blowjobs. She never imagined herself enjoying blowjobs as much as she does now, but it was something about the way he reacted to her - his low moans and subtle gasps as his body shook from pleasure - that made her go just as crazy. And Lewie never let her go without returning the favour. In those moments Sage could see his stress crumble as he allowed himself to breathe, but it never took long for his walls to go back up. He tried to hide it as best he could so as not to worry her, but she felt him toss and turn at night, noticed how often he was zoning out, and saw something that resembled fear behind his small smiles. He brushed it off as nerves, but he was a terrible liar.

Sage came out of the bathroom, scrunching her damp, blonde hair in a towel to see Lewie hurriedly tying his training boots and muttering to himself. He was dressed in his warmup gear - a blue training jacket that complemented his blue eyes perfectly and fitted black and white joggers that left little to the imagination - with his duffle bag already thrown over his shoulder. He hadn’t had time to fix his hair that morning so his blonde strands looked like a dishevelled mess, but hell, she didn’t mind. He looked so fucking good.

Almost two years later and she still couldn’t believe her luck. Their luck. They had won Love Island with over fifty per cent of the vote, her sister had come in second with Marshall, and her and Lewie’s best friends, Grace and Ozzy, had come third. Lewie’s old football team had been promoted to a higher league that same summer - something he described as only the second best thing that had happened to him that year - and shortly after, he had been transferred to Charlton United, a London team that brought him into the third tier of English football, and right into Sage’s flat. They had excitedly made plans to move into a larger place if his team got promoted this year, somewhere a bit closer to the training facility, and she was planning on opening up another gym in Greenwich.

Everything was going a little too perfectly with them. It scared her sometimes, and each day she woke up half expecting World War III to be burning outside because at least that would make a bit more sense than whatever fucking perfection was going on here. Both of them got along with each other’s parents (even their parents were good friends now), Sage had been preparing to move to Cardiff until Lewie landed here by some miracle, they were planning to get a dog together (and both wanted a Bernese Mountain Dog since they were children, go figure), and if she thought she was in love with him the night they won, she wasn’t sure what to call it now. Something even deeper, more profound, something unspoken between the two of them that gave way in small touches and glances.

They had fights, of course, but Lewie was almost just as perfect during an argument. He handled her hot temper with grace, never raising his voice and allowing her space to cool down before they could talk calmly. He owned up to his mistakes and apologized whenever he did something wrong, which was rare. Sage could see why he made captain at his new club within just three months. He just had a natural easiness and camaraderie with everyone he encountered. She would spend the rest of her life wondering why he chose her if he gave her that gift.

“Babes, gimme a kiss real quick, I have to go!” His hurried Welsh accent snapped her out of her thoughts and she smiled at him, kissing him with sweet haste. “I’ll see you at the game, yeah?”

“I’ll be the one wearing number eight,” she winked. She found it funny that he still asked when she hadn’t missed a game - home and away - since they’d been in London together. “Don’t forget, Amelia and Marshall and Ozzy and Grace are coming too!”

“It’d be hard to forget with all of Ozzy’s good luck messages,” he laughed. He gave her another kiss, this time letting it linger with a soft hand on her cheek. “I’ll see you lot there. I love you.”

“Good luck babes, I love you. You got this.” They shared another smile before he left, and she had to laugh as she glanced at the clock. Lewie considered himself “late” if he wasn’t at least two hours early.

Sage would always be grateful that Lewie was on the pitch and not with her in the stands, screaming a curse every other word and maybe bullying the referee just a little. He may appreciate her passion, but be utterly horrified by the words coming out of her mouth. She blamed her dad, who had season tickets to Arsenal games while she was growing up, and exposing her to football culture at a young age. She cursed for the first time when she was 11, calling the referee a “fucking wanker” in her oversized Thierry Henry shirt, and perhaps the first time she made her dad proud. She did get a lecture about her language afterwards, but it was hard to take her dad seriously when he couldn’t stop smiling.

Thankfully, Amelia was with her today, so she didn’t have to hide it like when she watched games with Lewie’s parents. God, that had been torture. His parents assured her they didn’t mind, but they shared the same tranquil nature as Lewie and she didn’t want to ruin their peace by screaming at a man just trying to officiate the match, however poorly he was doing it.

“Oi, what a piece of fucking garbage!” Amelia huffed and sipped her beer, shaking her head. “What piece of shit let him graduate referee school?”

“They’re all pieces of fucking shit!” Sage countered, shaking her head and sipping her drink in unison with Amelia. They were only twenty minutes into the match, but that was more than enough time for their blood pressure to spike. Behind them, Ozzy and Grace silently watched the match, chuckling at Sage and Amelia.

“You two are the real entertainment here,” Grace laughed, wrapping her arm around Ozzy’s. “Who would have thought I’d enjoy a football match this much?”

Marshall slung his arm around Amelia’s shoulder, wearing a bright smile as he watched the match. “I’ve gotta bring you to more games, love, your yelling is kinda turning me on.” With that, Amelia giggled as she buried herself into him. Sage was about to tell them to get a fucking room, but the referee then allowed the opposing team a penalty kick after a very unintentional and barely noticeable “handball” and she felt her anger being redirected.

“Oh, what the fuck buddy?! Did you even pass your last eye exam?!”

“I’ll pay for your new frames you fuckin’ shithead!”

Grace stifled a giggle as Ozzy playfully shook his head. “You know he can’t hear you two, right?”

“If he could, I’d be banned from this place a long time ago,” Sage mused, watching as the other team scored an easy goal from their penalty. “Oh, fuck.”

Amelia’s face fell as she swapped glances with the rest of the group, a knowing look on all of them that resembled the subtle fear Lewie had been carrying around with him all week. Marshall hugged Amelia closer, quietly whispering, “It’s alright, he’s got time. Still early.”

Sage found Lewie on the pitch as they fell back into their starting formation, watching as he energised his teammates and ensured their heads were still in the game. He moved to the crowd then, lifting his arms and clapping to make sure they were still energized too. Sage loved how much he loved his fans - he knew they were an integral part of the team’s success and their noise always motivated him. Once he got the crowd roaring again, he looked for her face in the seat that’s been reserved for her all season, and smiled sweetly when he caught her eye. As he waited for the whistle he placed his hand subtly over his heart, and she mimicked the motion, smiling knowingly at each other until the whistle forced his attention back to the game.

“God, you two are so perfect,” Amelia sighed, smiling at her sister. “And you’re going to have very blonde and perfect adorable little babies one day.”

Sage couldn’t help but smile, shaking her head a little. “Well, you’re going to have little Jason Mamoas running around, so you’re one to talk.” She wrapped her arm around her sister and leaned into her, sighing softly. “Babes, this is the biggest game of Lewie’s career so far, and if he loses this one I’m afraid I won’t be able to comfort him in the way he needs.”

“Oh please,” Amelia scoffed, squeezing Sage’s shoulder. “That boy lives to make you happy. He’ll be okay as long as he knows the people around him are okay, especially you. Besides, he’s got a lot of reasons to fight for this one.”

Sage would’ve questioned her further, but Lewie had the ball and he was making the Oxford players look like they still played in youth league. She cheered as he showed off his footwork, manoeuvering himself and the ball out of small spaces, eventually serving a perfect cross to the box and right at the feet of their striker in waiting. He hit the ball perfectly, and it soared into the back of the net, triggering the crowd to erupt in a crazed hype of applause and yells. Sage was confident she was the loudest of them all.

It stayed 1-1 until halftime, and Marshall and Ozzy left to retrieve everyone another round of drinks. With a bit more alcohol in their system, Amelia and Sage grew a little louder and a bit more brazen in the second half, with Grace joining in on the referee shaming, laughing every time she insulted him. “Oh shit, this is fun!” she mused.

Eighty-eight minutes in and they were all a bit more rigid as the game came down to the wire. A tie wouldn’t matter, they needed to win if they wanted to be promoted, and the whole stadium felt it. Sage had her eyes fixed on Lewie for the past ten or so minutes, watching as his sweat coated him in a sweet glisten and made more noticeable the tan he’d been developing over the spring, and his already insane quads. He adjusted his captain’s armband as he waited for a throw-in, running his hands through his drenched hair, although it was no use. He subtly battled with an Oxford player as they awaited the throw-in, deep in Oxford’s territory. When the ball landed at his feet, Sage swore she had never seen such determination and hostility in his otherwise innocent blue eyes. Fuck, she thought, biting her lip. He’s going to get the fuck of his life tonight. He won the battle (as he usually does), and started dribbling toward the Oxford box, only one defender in his way-

“What the fuck?!”

Lewie had yelled so loud when he hit the ground that she was sure the TV audience at home probably heard it. The defender had tackled him savagely just outside the box, prompting a quick whistle and a yellow card that most certainly should have been red. Sage watched as Lewie got up and wiped some grass and sweat off his forehead, shaking his head. She breathed a quick sigh of relief knowing that he was okay, but her anxiety refused to let up as Lewie prepared for the free kick. He lifted his shirt to wipe his face, his abs peaking through and glistening in sweat as he chattered with a teammate about their tactic.

Lewie was going to go for it. She knew he was, and the team would be stupid not to let him. Whereas he wasn’t always the most confident around her, he was confident on the pitch and he was confident as fuck when it came to free kicks. That was his speciality. Her magician.

He waited for the whistle as he quickly looked in her direction, giving her that signature smile and hand on his heart. She replicated the motion, giving him an encouraging nod that she wasn’t sure he’d be able to see.

“Come on, Lew,” Amelia muttered anxiously, her hands on her face. The clock was at ninety minutes now, and the assistant referee announced there would be just two added minutes.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, two?! What a fuckin’ shithead.” Sage was practically bouncing up and down now, shaking her head at the referee and holding her hands together to calm her nerves. Grace put her hands on her shoulder, giving them a quick squeeze.

“He’s got this, love,” she whispered encouragingly.

The whistle sounded, and Sage watched as Lewie’s chest moved with a deep breath, his hands at his hips. His vision narrowed on the top right corner of the goal, and then the ball, and he delicately jogged up to it, kicking it forcefully with a curve to get it behind the wall. The entire stadium held their breath at that moment, a deafening silence as everyone watched the path of the ball…which made the ding of the crossbar that much more painful. Sage’s breath hitched as the rest of the stadium groaned and yelled unpleasantly, but she could barely hear them. Her senses were locked on Lewie, who was trying to save the play after the ball bounced back into the box, but a defender quickly punted it out of play.

The whistle sounded to declare the game over.

The Oxford away fans stormed the pitch from the other end, where their players met them halfway, shouting and celebrating like it was their home pitch.

But she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Lewie. He had collapsed to his knees after the whistle, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, hands on his hips. He was completely zoned out, staring at the crossbar. She didn’t want to imagine what kind of shit the fans yelling at him behind the goal right now. He ran a hand through his hair before leaning forward on his arms, his head in the damp grass, and she hoped that would help muffle the sound of the stadium. If he needed to be in his own world for a moment, then he deserved to do that for however long he needed.

It seemed like he was in that position for ages before he slowly climbed up to his feet, the life drained from his features as he used the end of his shirt to wipe his eyes. He walked over defeatedly to his teammates who had also let their legs collapse from underneath them, some of them sitting in the grass, some laying on their backs, some just standing motionless as they tried to drown out the celebrations on the other end.

He hoisted each one of them up, telling them something in their ear and slapping their back affectionately. He gathered the entire team before they walked to the stands, applauding and thanking their fans for giving them their Saturday afternoon and sticking with them.

They made their way around the stadium, and Sage saw Lewie crack a small smile for the first time as he met a young fan in the first row. The little boy had been crying, but something Lewie said made him smile, and his eyes lit up when Lewie took off his jersey and handed it to him.

What a fucking man, Sage thought, her own tears glistening in her eyes. Just had the worst heartbreak of his life and he’s out here making sure this boy has something good to leave here with.

As the team made their way into the tunnels, Lewie looked up at her seat for the first time and mustered a small smile, shirtless and fiddling with his captain armband in his hands. She offered a smile back, but he had already switched his gaze to Amelia. He shook his head subtly at her before looking down and heading into the locker room.

Amelia sighed sadly next to her, and Sage glanced over, asking, “What was that about?”

“Nothing,” Amelia smiled, wiping a tear from her eye. “C’mon, let’s go wait for him outside.” She wrapped her arm around Sage before they joined the rest of the crowd shuffling out.

An hour later and Sage was climbing into the car with Lewie, who had switched into a white t-shirt and grey joggers. He had taken a quick shower, but his hair was still a mess, and his eyes were red with strain.

“Lewie, you still up for dinner, mate?” Ozzy called gently, opening his passenger door for Grace.

“Yeah,” Lewie replied through the window, and it wasn’t lost on Sage that his voice was just slightly hoarse. “We’ll see you lot there at 8, yeah?”

“See you there, Lew!,” Amelia called, smiling at him encouragingly. “You did great today by the way.” Lewie just nodded as Amelia and Marshall got into their car, driving away behind Grace and Ozzy. Lewie watched as they drove off and once they were out of sight he dropped his hand from the gear shift and leaned forward, resting his forehead on the steering wheel and burying his face into his hands.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered softly, his body slightly shaking.

Sage had never seen him like this. He’d lost before, but he never carried it like this. He always tried to find the positives after a loss - “we just need to work on our defence more”, “I’ve gotta get the guys to play with a bit more heart next time”, “we can beat them next time, it was just a bad day”, “I’ll train harder next time”, “we need to work on our set piece tactics, that’s all”. She understood why this loss was so different - he had been so fucking close to the Championship league and it fell apart right in front of him, at ninety minutes and not enough time to recover. There was no ‘next time’, at least not until the new season in three months, where they’d have to start from scratch again. She felt his pain then when the crossbar dinged, when the final whistle sounded, and she feels it now. She felt everything with him. But she wanted more than that - she wanted to make him feel okay with the loss, at peace with it, she wanted him to know that she was still so fucking proud of him and that was never going to change.

She rested her hand on his back, rubbing it softly as he tried to steady his breathing. “Babes,” she started gently. “I know this one fucking hurts, but you have to know how fucking proud of you I am. One bad moment does not define you. You played your fucking heart out there today and you were bloody amazing. Can we talk about that fucking assist? Blew my fucking mind. And after the game, you let yourself process your thoughts for however long you needed before getting the team together and thanking the fans, who don’t always deserve it, but you do it anyway because that’s who you are. You made a little kid’s whole fucking week because you want others to be happy even when you’re not. You encourage everyone around you to be better, you make sure everyone around you is okay, and you deserve that peace too. This one will take some time, yeah, but next season you won’t just be fucking promoted, you’ll win the whole fucking thing. I’ve never met anyone as determined or modest as you, and you deserve the whole fucking world.”

He sighed and sat up straighter, looking over at her for the first time and taking her hand softly into his own, kissing it sweetly. “I love you. Thank you for always being here, win or lose, or…tie.” He squeezed her hand gently and smiled sweetly, but she could tell he was still holding something back. He looked down at her hand, sighing softly again. “I just…” he started, swallowing. “I didn’t know what to say to them. In the locker room. I had no idea what to fucking say. This one was big and it was my bloody fault.”

“Hey.” Her voice was soft as she held his cheek in her hand, his stubble tickling her slightly. “It wasn’t your fault. You led this team so fucking well this year and brought them to where they are right now, isn’t that right, Mr. Leads-The-League-In-Assists?”

He smiled a little wider this time, nodding hesitantly. “Yeah,” he mused. “I just…” He trailed off, waving his hand slightly. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter.” He gave her an almost-convincing smile as he squeezed her hand again. “I love you more than anything, you know that, right?” His eyes were as sincere as she’d ever seen them, and she felt his love just through his gaze. Two years later and she was still getting butterflies.

“Yeah, I know. I love you just as much, if not more.”

He scoffed at that. “Mmm, sure. Let’s get you home so we can get ready for dinner.” He leaned over to give her a kiss and she held him to her lips, kissing him hard, trying to convey all of her love and pride for him in just that single moment.

They didn’t get to the restaurant until it was almost 8:30 - Sage’s fault, and definitely not Lewie’s, who had been ready an hour and a half earlier. He had come to expect this after nearly two years together, hell, he knew it way back in the villa when she was always the last to come downstairs. He never minded it, he actually loved it - she was always worth the wait. And once they moved in together he started being something like her hype man, watching her try on outfit after outfit and telling her how fucking amazing she looked in everything. He wasn’t much of a help in that way, he supposed, but he wasn’t lying, and he definitely wasn’t planning on stopping. Once an outfit rendered him speechless, she knew she had found the one. Tonight, it was a sleek, pastel pink dress that hugged her curves with a slit that travelled to her thigh, and for a few moments, as he stared at her, he forgot all about the match.

They walked into the restaurant hand in hand, scanning the room for their friends until Amelia waved them down from a corner table. Lewie moved his hand to Sage’s lower back, guiding her over and awaiting the surprise when she saw-

“Our parents?!” She exclaimed, looking up at him in shock. He just smiled, nodded and led her over to see them.

They greeted their parents happily, and Lewie pretended not to notice his mum’s lingering gaze on his still reddened eyes. He was surprised when Sage’s dad opted for a hug instead of their usual handshake but took it appreciatively. They had grown quite close over the past couple of years - her dad was well into his football and tried to convert him into an Arsenal fan but with no luck. He went to a lot of his games, always sitting with Sage, and Lewie was pretty sure he’d heard them wildly insult the ref on numerous occasions. He never said anything - he didn’t want to embarrass her, and he loved the image of her and her dad acting like lunatics in the stands. It never bothered him, he was proud that she had his back like that. He just smiled to himself and played harder for her.

“I’m sorry about the match, Lewie,” her dad spoke quietly into his ear. “You played great as always, but I’m sorry you couldn’t go through with your plan.” He gave Lewie an encouraging smile as he pulled away, squeezing his shoulder affectionately. “Right, now that they finally showed up, can we eat?”

Throughout dinner, Lewie’s hand never left Sage’s thigh, like letting go of it would just bring him back to the ding of the crossbar. Her touch was like a fucking drug, starving off the bad thoughts that he had after every poor match. He tried to keep it to himself most of the time, which was usually pretty easy, but this one was nearly impossible to keep in. He had plans. And he worried that the ding of the fucking crossbar would ruin everything. He gently squeezed her thigh as he tried to convince himself that the fucking ding wouldn’t haunt his dreams tonight.

He listened as Sage laughed with Amelia, trading stories of their childhood like they always did when they were together. He was surprised at how many stories they had, but they always left him amused as he imagined a young Sage getting into trouble. He talked with her parents a bit more, going over his plans for the summer and when his pre-season training would start up again. He reminisced on villa memories with Marshall, Grace, and Ozzy, bringing him back to one of the happiest times of his life as he held Sage closer. His mom had told him what a great game he had, and that it must’ve been a gust of wind that moved the ball to the crossbar. He appreciated the effort, but it left him feeling worse. Sage dropped her hand to his thigh then, squeezing it assuredly and smiling at him. He mustered up a smile of his own, but it couldn’t help the pit in his stomach.

After they had finished eating, Lewie reluctantly left Sage’s side to get a drink at the bar at Ozzy’s request. He ran his hand through his hair as he leaned on the bar, fiddling with one of the coasters. “You can still do it, y’know,” Ozzy muttered, looking over at him.

Lewie shrugged defeatedly, sighing sadly. “You know it’s complicated now.”

“She would follow you across the fucking globe, mate.”

“I don’t want to put her in that position.” He glanced over at their table, watching with butterflies in his stomach as she tipped her head back and laughed intoxicatingly at something her dad said. The pit returned soon after, though, as he was reminded of the circumstances. “I’m not moving her away from her family.”

“You remember when she almost moved to Cardiff with you?”

“I went along with it because I knew I had the London offer coming in,” Lewie admitted, flipping the coaster in his hands.

“Well,” Ozzy sighed. “What I’m trying to say is that was further than where you might be going now.” The bartender came over and took their order, pouring their two scotches quickly before handing it over. “You just need to talk to her. Let her have a say in this decision.”

“I’m not going, Oz,” Lewie said, taking a sip of his scotch. “I’m staying in London. We have plans here. She has family here. We have you guys here.”

“So you’re going to deny the opportunity you’ve been given because what?” Ozzy was facing him now, waving his arm around, growing a bit impatient. “Because you think she’s going to say no? Because she’ll miss her family? You guys will be a train ride away from here, and all of the plans you have here can be done elsewhere.”

“It’s more than a train ride,” he muttered. “Her life has always been here, Ozzy. She��s happy here. She has family here, her business is here. We have another shot next season, I’ll just make damn sure it happens for us this time.” He rubbed his face in his hands, shaking his head. “She’s done so much for me already, mate, I have to give her something in return. She deserves this at least.”

“Lewie, at least give her the fucking option. If she found out you had this offer on the table and you didn’t take it, she’ll never forgive you.” Ozzy took a swig of his scotch, shaking his head. “Scratch that, she probably would eventually forgive you, but that’s just how much she fucking loves you. And if we’re talking about what she deserves, she deserves to know what’s going on with your life right now.” He gave him a pointed look before walking back to the table, sitting down beside Grace and wrapping his arm around her, getting himself up to speed with the conversation.

Lewie slowly drank the rest of his scotch at the bar, battling himself in his mind and mulling over the past few months. He would have bet on a promotion two months ago when the team was in top form and playing well together. But one bad game after another, and here they were. He blamed himself for a lot of it - as captain, he should have led the team better. He should have kept them motivated. He should have done a better job at reminding them what was on the line. Maybe he should have been harder on them. Maybe he should have been more understanding. Maybe he should have been practising his fucking free kicks a lot more. He had no fucking clue, but he would be going over every moment in his mind for a long time, no matter where he ended up at the end of the summer. He would’ve loved to keep playing with this team - he was proud of how much better they’d gotten over the season, he was close friends with a few of the guys, and they were in London. He’d been here for a year and a half now, and he liked to think this is where his life was. Surrounded by friends, Sage’s family, her business, and her. Her life was here and he’d worried she wouldn’t feel at home anywhere else. She’d been more than willing to move to Cardiff with him after the show, but he made her wait until the January transfer window, knowing he had a few clubs interested in him. The London move was a dream come true for both of them, and he knew she’d been relieved. He’d hate taking that dream away now.

His eyes flashed up to the screen above the bar, seeing the match’s highlights playing over. He sighed as he watched the free kick, cringing at seeing how fucking close he had been. He swore he could hear the ding all over again as he finished his scotch and returned to the table.

Sage looked questioningly at him as he sat down, but he squeezed her hand under the table to let her know everything was alright. He had no fucking idea if it actually was, but he did know Ozzy was right. She deserved to know what was going on with him.

Everyone said their goodbyes not long after, and Sage thanked their parents for the surprise. Lewie shared another hug with her dad, thanking him for coming to his match and to dinner. “You still have my blessing,” he just replied quietly. “Win or lose, or tie, her answer will be the same.” Lewie smiled and nodded his appreciation, trying to ignore the pang in his stomach.

As they climbed into their car, Sage sighed loudly. “You alright, babes?,” he asked, looking over at her as he shut the door.

“Lewie, what the fuck is going on?” She asked, looking at him pointedly, her soft green eyes pleading with him. “Why are our parents out for dinner with us? And more importantly, why are your parents here from Wales, and why was it such a fucking surprise?” She sighed again, running her fingers through her blonde waves. “Amelia has been acting weird all day, you’ve been acting weird, my dad has been acting weird, Ozzy has been acting weird - and what happened at the bar with you two? It didn’t look like he was very happy with you.”

He sighed softly, moving his body awkwardly in the car so that he was facing her. He took her hands in his, fiddling with the rings she wore, and noticing how empty her ring finger looked. She deserves to know what is going on in my life, he told himself, taking a deep breath. No matter how much it scared him, she deserved a choice. He looked up into her eyes, admiring how the moonlight bounced off them. He noticed that on their first date in the villa, when he was telling her his dreams and his dream date, and he felt his body fill with warmth as he remembered taking her on that very date a week after the show ended. They had been through so much since then, but he never doubted their relationship, never doubted that she was his person, never doubted that they would grow old together with their five plus dogs and a house on the beach.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

The question caught him off guard, and he shook his head, looking at her incredulously. And he couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Babes, if I were breaking up with you, why the hell would I invite our parents?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, looking down and laughing. They giggled together for a minute, and he welcomed the sound. It calmed him. “But you’re being very serious and very weird tonight, so it crossed my mind.”

He shook his head again, smiling softly but confidently at her like it was the wildest thought she ever had. “We weren’t supposed to lose today,” he started finally, squeezing her hands. “It wasn’t the plan.” He sighed as she moved her body to face him.

“That’s okay,” she started softly. “You still played amazing, and next season you’re going to win the whole fucking thing. You guys are more than-”

He nodded, gently putting his finger to her lips. “I know,” he smiled. “Thank you for saying that, but please, let me finish.” She nodded, kissing his finger and letting him continue. “I had a plan for today - I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Once we started climbing the table earlier in the season, I thought about it. For a bit, I thought no way in hell we wouldn’t be promoted. We were doing really well, in top form, and so I planned something for the last game of the season. But then we had a couple of bad matches, and everyone else started playing good all of a sudden, and I just…” he trailed off, sighing again. He tried to keep himself on track. “My plan isn’t important, but losing the game today just mucked up a lot of stuff in my head. I just had this vision, and now I’m a bit scared, to be honest.” She gently squeezed his hands as he caught his breath. “My agent told me a few weeks ago that some clubs were interested in signing me this summer. I don’t have a whole lot of say in this stuff, but I can say no, so please remember that.” He squeezed her hands, meeting her eyes pleadingly, wanting to make sure she knew that no is an option. She just nodded, waiting for him to go on. “Most of the offers are from other level three teams, but one…”

“Oh my god, Lewie,” she started, her eyes widening. She couldn’t help the smile that crawled onto her face, having a good feeling about whatever it was he was about to say.

“One of them is from the Championship, and specifically, Middlesbrough.”

“Middlesbrough?!” She threw her hands around his neck, hugging him as best she could in the close confines of the car, but she didn’t care. Any offer from the Championship was huge, but Middlesbrough?! They were a good, solid team, and looked to be promoted to top-flight football in the next few years. She was so fucking proud of him, and he deserved all of this.

He held onto her, letting himself smile into the crook of her neck. He knew she’d be happy for him, but her happiness was still so fucking contagious that for a moment he forgot why he didn’t tell her sooner. “Babes, fuck, I’m so proud of you,” she whispered.

“I haven’t anything on paper yet, don’t get too excited,” he told her, smiling as she pulled away. “But they’re looking to restructure a bit heading into next season, and they want a ‘solid, leading number eight’”. Her smile just grew wider, and he was grateful for the night sky for hiding his small blush.

“Lewie, this is fucking great news! You deserve all of this,” she told him, the moonlight giving way to the sincerity in her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“It’s Middlesbrough, babes, not exactly a stone’s throw away from London. And I knew if I told you, you’d want me to take it. But you have your whole life here…your family, business, friends…I can’t let you move away from all that. And I’m not going anywhere without you.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “That’s why winning the match today was so important. We get promoted and I get to stay in London to keep building this life with you. Your dreams are here, and I’m not taking that away from you just so we can go chase mine. I just want you to be happy.”

She smiled sweetly at him, cupping his face in her hands. “Lewie Griffin, you are my dream. I can run a gym anywhere. I’ll arrange visits with friends and family, and we can spend your offseasons here during the summers. But there is absolutely no fucking way you’re saying no to this. I am happy wherever you are. London is not my home, you are. My dream is to wear your kit number to all of your matches until you’re a cranky, forty-year-old captain who can’t bring himself to quit. And when they finally make you, we can retire to our house on the beach with our five-plus dogs.”

He smiled at her sheepishly, leaning into her touch. “Babes, I feel like it’s easy to say that, but I’m gonna be pulling you out of London into a place where you don’t know anyone, away from your gym, not to mention how cold it gets there.” He looked sadly at her, his mind replaying all of the plans they had made when they thought he’d stay in London for a while longer. “I don’t want my job to dictate where you live, it’s not fair.”

“Lewie,” she sighed softly, still smiling at him. “You worry about me too much.” She softly caressed his cheek with her thumb. “I don’t care where I live, as long as you’re with me. I can handle the cold, I can make friends with the other WAGs, and Middlesbrough has miles of gorgeous coastline. Maybe we can invest in that house on the beach before we’re old and grey.”

He took her hands and held them to his forehead, shaking his head. “Why you gotta make everything sound so perfect and convincing?” She giggled. “Nah, I’m serious,” he laughed. “I’ve been really struggling with this, y’know.”

“You don’t have to hold this stuff in, babes, I promise it’s always scarier in your head,” she assured him, looking into his soft eyes. “It’s you and me forever, we’re a team of two.” She winked at him before adjusting herself. “Now tell me about this plan you had, because it seemed pretty fucking important, and Amelia was being weird as today.”

He contemplated for a moment, wondering if he should ask her now. He’s known he wanted to marry her as soon as she stepped out of the villa on the first day, so he really wasn’t sure what he was waiting for after two years. He just knew it had to be perfect - that’s what she deserved from him, always. And a parking lot was far from it.

He glanced at the backseat quickly, making sure his duffle bag was still in the car, where he had safely kept the ring for eight months now. The pitch would be locked up now, but his manager had given him a spare set of keys after he found him waiting outside at 4 am one day to start training early. Lewie decided then that he would still go through with his plan that night, but not in the parking lot of a pub called The Cow.

His parents would be here all weekend, they could still celebrate tomorrow.

“Buckle up,” he just told her, smiling cheekily.

“Lewie Griffin,” she mused, doing as she was told. “Full of surprises today.”

#litg #litg lewie #litg s6 #love island the game #help I wrote this for three days and I kinda hate it now #but alas

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foxes-that-run · 7 months

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Harry Styles & Taylor Swift

Timelines and themes are here

Songs by album

Red

Holy Ground

Come back, Be here

Treacherous

The very first night

I knew you were trouble

One Direction

Midnight Memories: Happily

Four: Fools Gold

Four: Where do broken hearts go

Four: 18

Four: Stockholm Syndrome

Made in the A.M.: If I could fly

Made in the A.M.: Perfect

Made in the A.M.: Walking in the wind

Made in the A.M.: Olivia

1989

Wildest dreams

Style

Shake it off

You are in Love

Clean

Wonderland

New Romantics

Say don't go

Now that we don't talk

Is it over now?

Harry Styles Debut

Meet me in the Hallway

Sign of the Times

Two Ghosts

Sweet Creature

Only Angel

Kiwi

Woman

From the Dining Table

Reputation (TS Magazine split reputation into 2 parts)

Ready for it

End Game

Did something bad

Delicate

So it Goes

Getaway Car

Gorgeous

Dress

Dancing with our hands tied

New Years Day

Lover

It's nice to have a friend

Daylight

Paper rings

Me!

Lover

Cruel summer

Death by a thousand cuts

Fine Line

Golden

Adore You

Sunflower Vol 6

Canyon Moon

She

To be so lonely

Fine Line

Falling

Folklore:

The 1

Cardigan

Exile

Betty

Mirrorball

August

Illicit Affairs

Peace & the Peace Ring

The Lakes

Evermore:

Willow

Champagne problems

Gold rush

Happiness

Coney Island

Cowboy like me

Tis the Damn Season

Right where you left me

Harry's House

Music for a sushi restaurant

Grapejuice

As it was

Daylight

Little Freak

Matilda

Keep driving

Satellite

Boyfriends

Love of my Life

Midnights

Lavender Haze

Maroon

Question…?

Glitch

Snow on the Beach

Bejewelled music video

Labyrinth

High Infidelity

Sweet Nothing

Hits Different

You're Losing Me

#haylor

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A Few Hot Takes About Elite Force

Bree did not deserve to go to Centium City, nor does it make sense plot-wise

In season four it's jokingly established that Bree is becoming sort of a mom-friend, mom-mentor sort of figure. There is no way in hell that she would've allowed fucking Adam and Leo to run the bionic island. She knows those two knuckle-heads would get into trouble. Don't get me wrong, I love when Adam takes control of the situation and when he takes responsibility for Bob in that one episode, but let's face it: he is not ready for such a large role when it comes to that many kids. Dude is not equipped to be a babysitter. When it comes to Leo, while he is more equipped for the situation, he is very well established to make shit go wrong on fucking accident. We see it time and time and time again, not only in season one, but in season four (read: the whole business card fiasco). She would've known that they would've be able to handle it alone, especially when taking into account that their chaperones would've been fucking Terry Cherry Perry and goddamn Douglas Davenport! Excuse me???? No! She would have not allowed that.

Edit- Also, she just got a sister! I know that she said that the excitement was gone after having to change diapers, but you're telling me that Bree wouldn't want to be a part of her life????

Leo did deserve to go to Centium City, and it would've made more sense plot-wise (especially if they kept it mostly the same story-wise)

Leo, as we all know, gets along great with Kaz. Not only that, but he's a superhero nerd. I guarantee that if Leo just knew wtf the 'secret project' was, he would've been on board faster than the train to Downtown Welkerville. It would've been epic to see him interact with not just Kaz, but Oliver too? Skylar probably would've felt like she fit in more too, because she's definitely one of the boys (not in a pick-me way, in a nonbinary way). It would've been really fun seeing Chase trying to battle Kaz, Oliver and Leo down from playing Topple Tower and whatever other various games. Such as, for example, Leo jumping off the building for Kaz and/or Oliver to catch him before he fucking dies. I know this was more of an Adam and Chase thing, but I still think we should've gotten a prank wars episode, and since it's decidedly canon that Bree is, at best, mid when it comes to pranks, it could've gotten real fucking intense. I love the idea of Oliver and Kaz warning Chase and Leo about Skylar being really amazing at pranks, and then when they don't really notice her being weird or suspicious, they just think it was to mess with their heads (which does or does not work, depending on if you want a Sicillian situation on your hands or not) so they brush it off, only to be bested by the prank master. But I'm getting off topic. The biggest reason that I think that Leo should've gone to Centium City instead of Bree is because of Episode 9 and Episode 10. In episode 9, The Intruder,we are introduced to a character named AJ, who finds Chase and Douglas in the Mission Command (aka, the basement) by mistake. And I know that they often draw comparisons from AJ to Chase, but I think that it would work way better with Leo— Better yet, Leo and Chase. Like Chase, AJ is autistic coded, socially inept, and a tech nerd. But like Leo, he means well. He wants to be a part of the team, even though objectively that maybe shouldn't be allowed. He snuck his way into this family by running into them when he didn't mean to, when he was just exploring where he lived. AJ should've gotten bonding time with Leo. Maybe then, the common headcannon that AJ will/would become Mission Specialist like Leo once was, would be cannon. Next is Episode 10, The Rock. In The Rock, AJ makes a list ranking the most useful/gifted in the Elite Force, to the least. This causes Bree to become insecure when she's placed in the middle, leading her to attempt getting more powers by touching the Arcturian. I will always stand by the fact that this was a fucking stupid idea. But when it's Leo? This idea becomes nearly fucking genius. Leo would likely be placed in a similar place, if not lower, given that only part of him has powers. He is not bionic, he has bionics. And, y'know, he's a superhero nerd; why would he not want superpowers. He also is reckless, which would make sense why he would touch the Arcturian without really thinking about it as much as he probably should. And best of all, this could be a personal secret, instead of a secret between him and someone else, like it was with Bree and Skylar. After all, Leo already has a buffer. His arm. Leo wouldn't need to be endangered to get these powers, he already paid that tax years ago. Leo would finally have powers. Not just partial powers; real, true powers. It makes sense that he would be the first bionic superhero. Leo deserves to be the first bionic superhero.

Edit cont.- I do think that Leo would want to be in Naomi's life too, I understand that. Especially with his dad having been absent in his life, he might want Naomi to grow up with her family around. But at the same time, I really like the idea of him letting Bree have that honour. Like a bit of an emotional moment as they debate who goes to Centium City and who stays on the island/in Mission Creek, and in the end, Leo knows how much Bree's always wanted a sister and decides that she should be allowed to have that.

I have way more, but I can't remember, so this is probably the last one. Ka-Kai-Ra-Ta-Hee-Haw-Mwak-Floopie-Pazoing should've been in Elite Force

They couldn't have invited Auggie Issac back for one episode just to make it feel more like Caldera? Seriously? She is definitely one of the highlights that we get when we visit Caldera in Mighty Med, and without her, it feels disingenuous. Hell, start the episode with a quick video chat with Gus talking about how things are going in Philly and with The Domain, make the universe feel more coherent and put together. And then, if Chase and Leo/Bree see the call, they could later mention how she looks like Gus. And, not only that, but she could help save Skylar. Like, instead of Scarlett just being like 'hey muthafuckas, lemme bring you to ya girl,' it could've had this semi-dramatic, semi-emotional moment with Ka-Kai-Ra-Ta-Hee-Haw-Mwak-Floopie-Pazoing where she explains that she saw Scarlett taking Skylar away. She could've explained the whole rebellion thing to Oliver and his accompaniment. They could've had one of those cross cut scenes where it cuts between Ka-Kai-Ra-Ta-Hee-Haw-Mwak-Floopie-Pazoing and Scarlett explaining what's going on, instead of getting weird feeling, one dimensional exposition from just Scarlett talking to Skylar through an oddly shaped TV. I would've loved to see her and Skylar reunite, even for a little bit. Hell, y'know what, Ka-Kai-Ra-Ta-Hee-Haw-Mwak-Floopie-Pazoing is basically not a pet, which is implied through the numerous jokes of her not responding to things that a normal pet do, and the fact that she speaks english. It would've been epic as fuck if she was like... leading a rebellion army. That would've been so fucking awesome. But that would've been far more difficult to do, and I understand that. But the first part? Cmon, she is the heart and soul of Caldera. She should've been there.

Sorry for the super long post that was basically about nothing, but I was ranting to my friend who knows nothing about the lref universe and I wanted to share these. They're definitely the ones I'm most passionate about— not including how I think that Douglas definitely should've been indited more as their father instead of Donald, especially in Elite Force where Douglas showed up more than Donald did. And that Tasha deserves someone better (and I wouldn't exactly mind if that person were Douglas, but I've been over how I think that Douglas deserves a nice twunk)

Let me know if I should make a part two, and I might rant about a few more things they could've done to make Elite Force better.

Anyway, all in all, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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