#WHICH ENGLAND WHATEVER JUST GRAB ONE

[augustinewrites]

as you’ve grown older, you’ve discovered that coming home to an empty apartment in the middle of the day is the adult equivalent of waking up on christmas morning. it’s an especially rare occurrence, especially for a saturday, but you’d just dropped megumi at the library, tsumiki at a friends, and gojo was still bothering principal yaga at the school. 

sighing, you can’t help the grin that breaks out on your face as you set your bag down. you have the apartment to yourself. it’s clean and quiet and you have almost two whole hours to do whatever you want. 

the first thing you do is make yourself a cup of tea, humming to yourself as you carry the steaming mug into the living room. then you curl up into the corner of the sectional, enjoying the cool breeze of the open window and the warm summer sun. 

then, after glancing around and ensuring that you’re truly alone, you reach under the couch and pull out your novel. 

shoko had loaned it to you months ago, claiming that it would help ‘grease the wheels’ during satoru’s frequent absences. 

you hadn’t really understood what she meant until you’d gotten to the sixth chapter– a chapter so steamy you’d felt yourself get a little hot under the collar while reading it.

which is why you keep it hidden and only bring it out when you’re alone. 

it’s been weeks since you’d last picked it up, opening the novel up to the bookmarked page with excitement buzzing in your veins at the prospect of finally finishing it. you only had one chapter left!

‘the warm buzz of desire in her limbs intensifies as he kisses every exposed inch of her throat. she pulls him closer, feeling his hands searching for the seam of her dress for a zipper, a button, anything to undo so he can feel her skin on his. his lips find the spot behind her ear that makes her shudder, sucking lightly and eliciting a soft moan from her lips–’

“what are you reading?”

you flinch, snapping the book shut as satoru leans over your shoulder. you hadn’t even noticed he’d come home, a mixture of fear and embarrassment swimming in your gut as he plucks the book from your grasp.

he peers at the cover, obviously amused when he says,

“were you…romanceturbating?” 

“i was not,” you argue, but your entire face is hot and your heart is beating so fast that you fear it may bust through your ribcage.

“you totally were!” he laughs, holding it above his head so you can’t grab it. “does it take place in a shire?”

“no–”

“is there a lot of sexy bodice ripping and armour shucking?”

you cross your arms over your chest with a huff. “do all of your fantasies take place in medieval england?”

“we’re not talking about me,” he waves off. “we’re talking about you, and what you’re doing reading this trash when you have the real deal right in front of you. i can be a much better sexy–” he points at the cover, “–uh, construction worker?”

“he’s a handyman, and i doubt that,” you scoff, snatching your book back. 

so much for your quiet afternoon.

_____

that weekend, you awaken to very loud, very annoying banging coming from the kitchen. satoru’s no longer in bed, so you assume that he’s attempting to make breakfast and head out before he can burn the entire apartment complex down.

“you’re lucky the kids are at sleepovers right now,” you say loudly as you step out of the bedroom and head towards the kitchen. “or you’d be getting screamed at–”

your breath catches when your boyfriend sits up, using the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow and allowing you a peek at his toned abdomen.

“morning, baby.” 

“morning,” you reply, clearing your throat as you step over his legs to grab some tea. suddenly, you can’t recall what you’d intended to reprimand him for.

“actually, can you hold this up for me?” he asks suddenly, catching your wrist and pressing a flashlight into your palm. “i need a little light.”

you take it obediently, kneeling down to shine the light into the space under the sink. you try your hardest to keep your gaze focused on the pipes, and not the way his biceps flex with every movement. or the way the thin sheen of sweat makes his skin shine.

“i didn’t even know you owned tools,” you mutter.

“i borrowed them from nanami,” he tells you.

“oh.” 

you have no idea what the hell he’s doing - you didn’t even know the sink was broken - but you can’t really find it in yourself to care at the moment. not with the way your squeeze your legs together with his every grunt of effort.

“that should do it,” he hums, sitting up so he’s now face to face with you, playful blue eyes meeting yours as he smiles. “thanks for–”

he doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, not when you grab the collar of his stupid tank top, pulling him in to press your lips over his. 

not when he wraps an arm around your waist, flipping you both over so your back is on the floor, his body caged over yours as he deepens the kiss. 

this is much better than shoko’s stupid novel.

“i think–” he pants between kisses, letting you work his shirt off. 

“shut up,” you mumble, feeling him toy with the hem of your shorts.

“but we need to call a plumber,” he says, lips brushing that spot behind your ear. “because i definitely broke the sink…”

#gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fluff #gojo fluff

[pers1st]

kiss me, try to fix it - alexia putellas x reader

pairing: alexia putellas x lioness!reader

warnings: mentions of cheating, angst (like you guys wanted, i hope)

notes: this is pretty much just a blurb but i do have a pt2 in mind if you guys wanted it? lmk :)

Alexia awoke to a distant noise of things being thrown and landing on the carpet of your hotel room with soft thuds.

You knew that she would have a banging headache, that she would be full nausea and regret in her stomach, but you didn't bother to be quiet as you packed your things with anger cursing through your veins.

The plan for this morning had been to mend your girlfriend's hangover. Alexia wasn't a drinker and you had been shocked when you'd first seen Ona's story, which showed Alexia happily sipping on whatever alcoholic drink. Another thing about your girlfriend, however, was that she didn't do things halfheartedly, and so you had promised her yesterday, via very confusing, drunken text messages, that the rest of the Spanish girls should get her to England's hotel so that you would be able to soothe her in the morning, hold her hair, massage her scalp - whatever she needed.

Now though, the plan had changed. When you had seen those pictures surfacing on Twitter, half asleep, of Alexia kissing Jenni during their party, you had practically jumped away from your girlfriend's sleeping body. You had looked at her for a bit, mesmerized by her beauty even when her makeup was slowly coming off, staining the white pillow, her hair disheveled and her snores far from pleasant. Then, the realization had kicked in. Alexia had cheated on you. The Alexia who was so full of love for you, who was so soft for you and no one else - the Alexia who had promised to never hurt you had cheated on you. That's when the throwing had begun.

"Amor? What are you doing?", she mumbled into her pillow, eyes barely open. You huffed. Of course, she was confused. She hadn't expected you to know. The fact that she had even had the nerves to climb into your bed and snuggle up to you after what she'd done-

This Alexia, she wasn't the Alexia you knew.

"I'm leaving", you chuckled in disbelief. She couldn't possibly be surprised at this, could she?

Despite your desperate attempts to compose yourself, tears were dwelling in your eyes. How had the woman you'd loved for so many years just... crushed your relationship in her fists? Did you mean nothing to her?

Just a few hours prior to her infidelity, she'd been on the pitch with you, comforting you as best as she could after your dream of the World Cup trophy had slipped through your fingers. She'd held you as tears washed down your face, rocked you back and forth as you'd tried to catch your breath, she had asked you to swap shirts, dressing you in the fabric she'd just won the World Cup in, just because her perfume from before the match still lingered somewhere beneath her sweat and tears, knowing that it would bring you comfort.

And then, when you had turned down her offer to come to the afterparty, wanting nothing more than to be with your fellow lionesses as you dealt with the night's loss, she had gone to kiss her best friend. She had gone to ruin your relationship - your happiness, all the while wearing your England shirt, your number, your last name on her back.

It left you wondering. Had you ever meant anything to her?

You halted in your moves for a second, desperate to blink away the tears threatening to escape. Alexia moved from the bed, rubbing her eyes in confusion, crouching down beside you. Her hand landed on your shoulder, but you shook it away as though it burned your skin through the fabric of the Spanish jersey. At the realization that you were still wearing it, you stood up, pulling yourself out of the shirt and throwing at her angrily. All the while, Alexia stood, watching you in disbelief.

"Amor, what is going on?"

"Don't call me that!", you yelled back at her, grabbing the next best shirt you could find from your almost packed suitcase and tugging it on.

"Hey, whatever it is, we can fix it!", Alexia pleaded, her hand landing on your chin as you stared at the carpet beneath you. You allowed yourself to melt into her touch just this once, wanting nothing more than to dwell in her comfort, to let her hold you once more, to hear all of her excuses and just forgive her, because that was the easy thing to do. Her other hand cupped the other side of your face, gently lifting it for you to stare into her eyes. The only emotion you could read in the soft green was love.

Slowly, she inched closer towards you until her soft lips landed on yours. The taste of alcohol lingered, along with that of toothpaste. It almost made you chuckle. Had the girls made Alexia brush her teeth last night? Just after-

When you realized whom these lips had kissed last night, you pulled away.

"Ale, what the fuck?!", you yelled, and allowed the tears to fall this once. She was making your head spin. Dumbfounded, the both of you stood staring at each other, Alexia's hands retrieving from your cheeks immediately.

"Amor, what is going on?"

You barely noticed the way that Alexia actually didn't have a clue of what you were on about, to blinded by fury to realize her confused expression, her genuine worry, the fact that there wasn't a trace of guilt.

"Don't call me that!", you yelled once more, but it came out as more of a plea. You weren't one to beg in arguments, but you knew that if she kept this facade up, if she kept this close to you, if she kept telling you how the two of you could fix this, you would actually believe her, melt into her touch, do whatever she asked of you. You would take the easy route, because it meant staying with Alexia. Staying with the woman you loved more than yourself. But you couldn't. You knew, somewhere in the back of your mind, that you deserved better.

So, you packed your last things together, not bothering to pack the jersey of your first tournament final as England captain, knowing Alexia had stained it with infidelity, possibly the only mark your washing machine couldn't ever get rid of, and left her there- confused, hurt, possibly angered at your lack of explanation. But it didn't matter to you. It was early still, but you banged the door closed, only to find Lucy standing in the hallway.

"What's all this yelling about?", she mumbled, still dressed in her pajamas. When she noticed your packed luggage and the pained expression on your face, her expression changed from annoyed to-

Pity.

That was all it took for you to break down in her arms.

#woso imagine #woso one shot #woso writer #barcelona femeni #barca femeni x reader #barca women #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #alecia putellas one shot

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 10

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: ten

part one here

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liked by alessiarusso99, leahwilliamsonn and 4000 others

yourusername: feeling unmotivated to do anything today 😔

niamhcharles: heyyy

ellatoone: hi

alessiarusso99: hey y/n <33

lottewubbenmoy: ❤️❤️

user1: anyone know who she is and why the whole team is suddenly here?

stanwaygeorgia: hellooo

leahwilliamsonn: hey ❤️

user2: what the hell is happening here?

chloekelly: i don't think i've ever spoken to you but i've been told to comment and say hi ↳ user3: help this comment 😭😭

danisterling: bestie .... why is the whole england team commenting on your post .... ↳ yourusername: well you see ....

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It has been a day since you'd left the group chat and you had no idea what to do. You felt as though you might have overreacted a bit by leaving, but also at the same time the embarrassment of having talked about them without knowing it was them kinda balanced that and you'd freaked out.

But also, you understood their side. Like if you were a celebrity, you wouldn't really just straight up tell a random stranger you accidentally added to your chat who you were.

You let out an annoyed groan, burying your face in your pillow. Your phone was tossed somewhere on your bed and was continuously buzzing with notifications. You knew exactly why, and with a sigh, you grabbed your phone.

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM elton added the imposter aka y/n ♥︎

elton y/n pleaseee don't leave

willybum at least hear us out

the REAL karate kid y/n?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

stairway

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ fine .... i'm listening

the REAL karate kid we're incredibly sorry for not telling you who we were we were planning to after the euros but we just didn't know how

willybum yeah we didn't want you to freak out

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ well i FREAKED OUT incredibly after figuring it out myself!!

elton i'm kinda proud of you for finally figuring it out ngl took ya long enough

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i hate you i'm leaving

elton

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

neev ......

stairway so um ... you're not mad at us anymore 🥺🙏

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i was never really mad at you guys tbh kinda hurt yeah but i completely understand why you never told me honestly i just completely freaked out and was embarrassed over the fact that i was an idiot to not figure it out sooner so in a mix of annoyance and embarrassment panic i kinda just left? sorryyyy

lotte nooo, don't be sorry your reaction was completely understandable we're the ones truly sorry once again

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ stop it you guysss it's all good

willybum it's not gonna be weird now that you know us yeah?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nahhhh y'all are still my favourite stalkers <33

elton OML y/n we're not stalkers!!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ shore shore whatever you say my fav stalkers :)

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sorry for being unactive for the past whole week, been really busy, but i hope this short chapter makes up for it <33

more chaotic chapters are yet to come :)

part eleven here

#lionesses x reader #engwnt x reader #woso x reader #engwnt #leah williamson x reader #alessia russo x reader #ella toone x reader #niamh charles x reader #georgia stanway x reader #lotte wubben moy x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso fanfics

[repulsiveliquidation]

Time Consuming

Bottom! Alexia Putellas x Switch! Leah Williamson x Top! Reader

warnings: nothing, i think. it's smut. have fun.

word count : 3.7k, enjoy.

The grocery store was mad around Christmas time, people were swarming the shelves and grabbing whatever they could. You were in the baking section, grabbing bags of fruit for your family fruitcake recipe that you had planned to make that night. You were big on Christmas traditions; since you, Ale and Leah were heading back to England for Christmas you wanted to make the cake which was your father’s favorite. Leah had flown over just before the break, insisting that Christmas Eve was at her parents’ house, you couldn’t show up empty handed, especially when Amanda had specifically requested your fruitcake. New Years was going to be in Spain with Ale’s family, again, you couldn’t show up empty handed. Everyone loved your grandmothers recipe, one that she passed only to you before she retired from making it. You cherished it deeply, locking it away for safe keeping the rest of the year.

Grabbing a pack of pitted cherries, your phone rang. Smiling at the caller ID, you picked up.

“Hello Leah.”

“Baby! What time will you be home?”

“I figure a couple hours still. Why?”

“No reason, Ale was just wondering. Okay, we’ll stop bothering you. Love you, bye!” Click.

Your eyes narrowed as you put the phone back into your pocket. She was overly enthusiastic about you being a couple hours still, normally she whined and complained while urging you to hurry. Wanting to enjoy shopping for once, you ignored it and went back to searching for those candied gingers that you can never find every year.

//

“She’ll be a few hours at least, Ale.” Leah says, walking back into the kitchen of yours and Ale’s shared apartment. The three of you made it back and forth between Barcelona and London, Leah often making the two-hour flight to Barcelona where you and Ale played since she was still out with her ACL.

“Mm, that’s good. She won’t catch us then.”

“Are you sure about this, Ale? You know she said we can’t do it without her.”

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Come on, it’s been days since Y/N and I last fucked,” Alexia pouts, knowing her rare puppy eyes worked best on Leah.

“Please Leah, you haven’t fucked me in a month and I miss your cock,” Alexia whined, hand reaching out for the natural blonde. Leah sauntered over, clearly already affected by the Catalan’s words. She takes Ale’s hand, pulling her away from the kitchen island. Alexia towered over her a little but she maintained her hard gaze.

“Strip, baby,” she instructed, smirking as Alexia immediately obeyed. Leah closed her eyes and reveled in the power, power that you regularly held and controlled with an iron fist. You rarely allowed her to have even an ounce of control, even more so when you met each other after being separated for weeks at a time. By then, all she wanted was her girlfriends to pull her apart and make her boneless. Alexia had been teasing her the whole day, knowing that you had errands to run and were likely going to be out the whole day; she knew what shopping around Christmas was like in Spain.

Leah opened her eyes to see Alexia already on her knees with her hands neatly in her lap. She cheekily smiled up at Leah, hazel eyes glossed over with lust. Leah leaned down and kissed her, cupping her cheek tenderly.

“Wait here, do not move.”

“Okay.”

Leah pecked her nose before walking into the bedroom. She pulled open your sex drawer, pulling out the one harness she had over here. She pulled her own clothes off and slid the harness on, grabbing the little bottle of lube before heading back out to the kitchen to find Alexia had not moved even a hair. Leah smiled, slowly walking over to her. Alexia licked her lips, looking up at the England captain. Leah tucked a stray lock of hair away from Alexia’s face, leaning in just enough that Alexia could barely touch her.

“What do you want, slut?”

Alexia whined. “Want your cock, Leah,” she whispered, words barely audible.

“I didn’t hear you, princess.”

“I want your cock Leah, please,” she whined again, bottom lip between her teeth.

“Good girl. Are you going to be a good girl, Ale? A good girl like you are for Y/N?”

Alexia nods, eyes locked onto Leah’s yet she doesn’t see the smack coming. Smack.

“Words, whore.”  

“Yes Leah. I’ll be good.”

“Mm, my perfect girl. Now, suck.”

Leah shoves her cock into Alexia’s mouth, thrusting slowly. Alexia’s hands gripped Leah’s thighs to steady herself, bobbing her head enthusiastically. Leah threw her head back, hips thrusting forward into the Catalan’s mouth. Alexia gagged loudly, Leah looking down at her immediately as she pulled away. Her hands cupped Alexia’s face as hers held worry, Alexia seemed more turned on by the fact. She bit her lip and surged forwards, taking in her cock again to suck on harder. Saliva pooled at the base, turning the appendage into a sopping mess. Leah was back to thrusting into her filthy mouth, panting as she felt her pussy throbbing at the unusual sight of the Barça captain on her knees willingly sucking on her cock. Boy the power trip that she was having now was other worldly, a large grin plastered on her face.

Leah wrenched Alexia off her cock and kissed her, lips smacking against one another lewdly. Alexia nearly faints when Leah grabs her thighs and manhandles her into her arms. Leah saunters over to the couch easily, sitting herself down with Alexia in her lap. Her rough hands caress the Spaniards thighs, cock poking Alexia’s inner thighs.

“Wanna watch you ride my cock, Capitana.”

Alexia grinned, grabbing Leah’s face and kissing her. She ground down on Leah’s thigh for a bit, face pulled away from Leah’s lips and tucked into her neck. She took a deep breath, body sinking into Leah’s hold more as she inhaled her lovers scent.

“I didn’t say you could do that, Alexia.”

Her head shot up, a look of shame on her face. Leah called her Ale, not Alexia. Alexia was for when she was in trouble. Alexia didn’t want to be in trouble. She wanted sexual bliss.

“I said ride my cock, not my thigh like a cheap slut.”   

Alexia’s eyes immediately welled with tears, clearly affected by Leah’s words. She mumbled an apology, hands grasping Leah’s shoulders as she tried to get herself to ride her cock. Leah tutted, grabbing Alexia’s hips.

“Here, I’ll hold it for you. Easy now.”

Alexia slowly slid down on Leah’s cock, letting out a soft sigh as it filled her aching pussy. She felt the stretch, biting her bottom lip as she slowly took in more and more of Leah’s cock. She bottomed out, looking up at Leah for praise. Leah spanked her ass hard, hands grabbing the meaty flesh of her behind. Alexia yelped, hips pushing forward in an unintentional grind. The tip grazed her sweet spot nicely, sending shockwaves through her body. She gasped, immediately tucking her blushing face in Leah’s neck as she began to ride her cock.

She had a tight grip on the back of the couch, using it as leverage to bounce on Leah’s cock. Leah watched with amusement, hands caressing Alexia’s muscular thighs. She slapped her ass hard again, taking her by surprise. Alexia quietly began to sob in pleasure, tears wetting the junction of Leah’s neck.

Leah’s hands pulled Alexia’s face from her neck, cupping her wet cheeks as Alexia kept riding her cock.

“Why the tears, baby girl?” Leah asked, genuinely concerned.

“Just…feels so good but tired,” Alexia slurred, bouncing much slower now. She whined and huffed, getting tired.

“Do you want me to fuck you good and proper then?” Leah cooed softly, hands caressing over Alexia’s ass and hips. It sent a shiver up her spine.

“Yes please Leah…”

Leah immediately maneuvers Alexia onto the other side of the couch, limbs sprawled all over the L-shaped futon. Her cock never slips out an inch, buried deep in Alexia’s pussy. Leah wiped Alexia’s tears away, grinning down at her girlfriend.

“Ready?”

“¡Sí!” Alexia exclaims enthusiastically, making Leah chuckle before pressing her legs back open. She begins to thrust, hips pounding roughly into Alexia’s squelching core. Alexia screams, back arching off the couch in pleasure. She grabs a pillow to hold onto, knuckles going white with how hard she was holding on. Leah’s ego grew exponentially, a cocky grin spreading on her face as she wrecked Alexia.

“P-Please, I’m so close!” Alexia cried out, eyes locking onto Leah’s hooded blue ones. Leah’s fingers found themselves between Alexia’s legs, rubbing rough circles over her clit. Alexia let out a choked cry, legs flailing about as she neared her peak. Leah was close too, her breaths becoming more and more labored with each thrust. She chanted Alexia’s name, lips praising her and showering her with compliments. It barreled both of them closer to their orgasms, their cries for each other’s names becoming more and more high-pitched and whiny. Leah’s hips stuttered and Alexia couldn’t keep up on her own. The coils in their stomachs were just about to unravel when a booming voice came from the kitchen, making them freeze and stare at each other with fear.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

You walked into the apartment, calling out for the girls when you heard loud moaning. You scoffed and trudged into the kitchen, putting the bags of groceries on the island. You found the source of the slutty moans, the sight of both your girlfriends fucking on the futon you just had cleaned pissed you off. You had only been gone for about 3 hours, hoping to come home to two girlfriends who wanted to help you bake and relax. Instead you’re met with the two of them fucking like rabbits.

“Come here, the both of you. Now.”  

They scramble towards you, standing in front of you in shame. They keep their heads hung low, hands behind their backs. Boy were they in trouble now.

“Whose idea was it?” you ask in a calm tone, one that sent shivers down both of their spines. They were REALLY in trouble this time.

“Mine,” Alexia easily confessed, looking at you with teary eyes. A tear fell from Leah’s eyes onto her hands.

“Look at me, Leah. Is she telling me the truth?”

“Yes, she asked me to call you and see how long you were going to be and made me f-fuck her!”

“She didn’t make you, doll. She asked, you said yes. What did I tell you this morning, Alexia?”

“That we could have fun after we made the cakes, and that you promised to remember.”

“That’s right, princesa. I said I would, you know I never break my promises, especially to the two of you. Why did you have Leah fuck you, hm? Do I not please you enough for you to wait a few more hours? What happened to my obedient Ale?”

“She’s s-still here! I jus-just wanted some attention from Leah, I missed her…” La Reina confesses, tears now staining her flushed cheeks. You take her hand and one of Leah’s, rubbing the backs with your thumbs.

“I know you missed her darling, I do too. That’s why I asked you to wait, I had a whole night of fun planned and you’ve gone and ruined it.”

“No! No, we can still do it!” Leah pleads, you shake your head slowly.

“Mm, I don’t think so baby. Unless, we turn it into a night of discipline because clearly I’ve been slacking. My girls aren’t normally this disobedient. I know they’re better than that.” You turn and leave them, walking into the bedroom. They follow behind you quietly, faces hot with shame. You stand at the foot of the bed and gesture for them to get on, taking your clothes off slowly. They both kneel in the middle of the California King bed.

“Leah, get my favorite strap would you darling?”

She leans over and opens the drawer she got hers from and pulled out your favorite strap, handing it to you. You pull it on and watch them watch you, grinning a little when the both of them rub their thighs together.

“Come here, Alexia. On your stomach, good girl.” You instruct, stepping closer to the bed as she does as you say. You pull her head back, cock slipping between her lips. You thrust just how Leah did earlier, watching the Spain captain’s lips wraps themselves tight around your cock. Leah watches closely, licking her lips and rubbing her thighs together. She still had her strap on, hands itching to touch either one of you. You look up and notice her staring, reaching down and pulling Alexia’s hips up and pushing her back into a deep arch. You give her ass a few hard smacks, her lips working diligently on your cock.

“Eat her out, Leah. Did you do that earlier, you know its Alexia’s favorite. Lately, she likes having her behind played with too. Gets her soaking wet, you know? It is utterly obscene.” You tell her, voice as stable as ever, talking about Alexia like she isn’t right there.

Leah slowly makes her way behind Alexia, pulling her cheeks apart to see Alexia practically doused in arousal. She runs a finger through her folds, licking the tip of her finger to taste her. Leah moans, pushing her finger into Alexia slowly as she presses her tongue flat on her clit. She eats her out slowly, tongue lapping at her clit slowly as her finger barely grazed her sweet spot. Alexia moaned around your cock, your hands holding her hair back in a loose ponytail as you thrusted in gently.

You pulled away, pulling Alexia up and kissing her slowly. Leah kept slurping noisily at Alexia, nose nudging her backdoor occasionally. Alexia’s head was already spinning, brain unable to choose who to focus on. You ran your fingers through her hair, cooing at her softly as Leah sped up her touches.

“Does Leah feel good, bebita?”

"Sí..."

“Did Leah feel good fucking you just now? I know it’s been a while since she did, no?”

Alexia nods, pressing her forehead to your chest as Leah suddenly pushed a finger into Alexia’s ass. She cries out for Leah, holding onto your arms as Leah begins to alternate her fingers inside Alexia. Its only one finger and she’s already overwhelmed, breath faltering as she tries to hold on.

“Stop Leah,” you tell her, pulling Alexia into your arms. She goes willingly, letting you move her to the other side of the bed. She bends over easily, not fighting you at all. You rub her slightly red ass, kissing her lower back.

“I want you to fuck her Leah.”

“What about you? Don’t you want her?”

“Oh, no. She missed you so you’re going to fuck her. I’m fucking you.”

Leah’s eyes widen a little in shock, you tilt your head to the side and furrow your eyebrows at her slightly, challenging her to argue. She doesn’t, obediently settling behind Alexia who was beginning to whine at the lack of attention. You moved behind Leah, caressing her slightly clammy skin as she held her strap in her hand. You kissed her shoulder softly, hand resting on top of hers as you helped her feed her cock into Alexia. Alexia bit her lip and looked at you two, eyes rolling into her head as she realized you were helping Leah.

“Forgotten how to fuck her so soon? If I remember correctly, you were absolutely hammering into her earlier.”

Leah whimpers as she remembers, hips pressing forward and sliding her cock into her awaiting lover. Alexia gasps loudly, gripping the sheets below her. Leah shifts just a little closer, hands sliding over Alexia’s hips as she grasps them tight.

“Fuck her darling, show her a good time,” you whisper into her ear, your own hands sliding over her arms with a kiss to her neck. Leah thrusted, pulling Alexia back onto her cock at the same time. Alexia moaned loud, head hanging low as pleasure surged through her. You focused your attention on Leah, calloused hands rubbing and touching all the skin you could. You grasped at her breasts from behind, fondling them teasingly. Fingers dragged themselves over her perked nipples, fingertips featherlight as they stroked her flexing abs. Leah was panting, Alexia’s head was pressed into the mattress. It was a sight to behold.

“How does she feel, baby doll?” you ask Leah, tilting her head to the side to look back at you. She’s got frustrated tears welling in her eyes, bottom lip quivering just a little. She didn’t hear you the first time, taking deep breaths as your touches barreled her towards her achingly slow-burning orgasm.

“I’ll ask you one more time, how does she feel baby?”

“S-So good, so good Y/N. She’s still so tight, I-I can see it…”

You peer over her shoulder and sure enough, Alexia’s got a tight grip on the dildo fucking into her. Alexia is about to combust, the two of you talking as if she was merely an object made her head spin. She was aching to cum, Leah simply fucking into her wasn’t nearly enough to have her cum. She knew it was on purpose, tears of frustration of her own wetting the sheets below her.

“She is tight, princess. Such a good girl she is, isn’t she? You’re taking her cock so well, aren’t you Alexia?”

"¡Sí, sí, estoy bien...!"

You give her hip a hard rap before reaching out to Alexia. Your hand appears in front of her, as if you were asking for something.

“Spit.”

She looks up at you with glossy eyes, gathering her spit and depositing it in your palm. You move back behind Leah, who had stopped thrusting to watch you, spreading Alexia’s spit all over cock. You gripped it tight and pressed it against Leah’s entrance. She was wet was an understatement. You chuckled, dragging the tip of your cock along her folds.

“Mm, didn’t really need your spit Alexia; you won’t believe how wet Leah is.”

You push in, grasping Leah’s still hips. You kiss the shell of her ear, rubbing your thumb over her hipbone affectionately.

“Need you to keep thrusting baby, it’s the only way you’re gonna get this cock.”

Leah groans, grasping Alexia’s hips tightly as she fucks into her hard. Alexia moans, crying out for you.

“Please bebé, y-you’re so deep!”

“She is, Ale? She fucking you nice and deep hermosa? You’ve missed her cock, haven’t you?”

“Yes, yes! FUCK!” She yells, back arching deeper just as you grasp Leah’s hips and fuck into her. It causes Alexia to jolt forward, moans cutting off from the force of your thrusts. You grin, grabbing Leah’s harness for something more stable to hold onto, fucking into her with a brutal pace. It tightened the harness around Leah’s core, grazing her clit at the same time as your thrusts. The power of your thrusts channeled into hers, pounding into Alexia with double the force now. Alexia felt the wind get knocked out of her, Leah holding her up as she essentially gets fucked by two people.

She reaches back and digs her nails into Leah’s thighs, your hands leave Leah’s hips and pull-on Alexia’s arms, pulling her slightly back into Leah your hips sped up. The three of you groan simultaneously, pleasure increasing tenfold as your thrusts and Leah’s weak ones tumble the three of you towards your orgasms.

“Hold her up, Lee. Make her watch herself in that mirror as we fucking ruin her.”

Leah pulls Alexia’s boneless body up, tucking her arms behind her as you tilt her head to look at the mirror. The full-length mirror reflects the three of you obscenely, you pull a satisfied grin; Alexia looked completely fucked out and Leah looked like she was on the verge of tears again. It made your heart clench, thrusting faster to get your girls to their peak.   

“Close, Ale? Lee?” you ask mockingly, knowing they were about to crash any second. They both just nod hard, whining high in their throats.

“Do you wanna cum, Ale?”

“Please!”

“Apologize to Leah.”

She takes a deep breath, “Sorry Leah! Fuh-for making you fuck me!”

“Do you want to cum, Lee?”

“Yes! Yes…” your hips pick up the pace, Alexia cries.

“Apologize to me.”

“I’m sorry I fucked her without asking, I’m sorry!”

“Good girls, there’s my obedient girls. Cum for me baby, my perfect girls.” You coo, delivering one last thrust before the three of you cum together. There was a jumble of voices, Alexia’s the loudest as she came the hardest. Leah held her through it, your hips slowing down into a slow grind as you helped Leah and yourself through your own highs.

You pulled out slowly, gently peeling Leah off Alexia. Alexia whined, the neediest of all after sex. You kissed her forehead and undid yours and Leah’s straps.

“I know baby, let me run a bath first. I’ll be right back, cariño.”

You kissed Leah’s forehead too, walking into the bathroom and running a hot bath. You carried them in one by one, gently settling them into the hot bubbly water. Alexia immediately sought for Leah, settling in her arms before you climbed in behind Leah and held both your girls. You kissed Leah’s ear softly, hands massaging Alexia’s thighs.

“Lesson learnt girls?”

“Yes,” “Sí.”

“I love you, glad to have both my girls back where they belong.” Alexia laces her fingers with yours, Leah nuzzles back into you. You sigh, there truly was nothing like having the two of them in your arms.

//

“I guess the cakes will have to wait till tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“I’m all clean, I don’t want flour everywhere. Fuck, sex is so time consuming. Worth it though.”

“And soul consuming, I think I went to heaven earlier. I saw the light you know. I think we need to fuck like that all the time.”  

#leah williamson x alexia putellas x reader #leah williamson #alexia putellas #alexia putellas smut #leah williamson smut #woso soccer #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso smut #woso #leahwilliamson x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #leah williamson imagine

[ugotcooneycrossed]

im so obsessed with your ex! • courtney nevin // kyra cooney-cross

w/c: ~1k

you're with courtney now- but courtney was with kyra- and maybe- you're just a little too obsessed with her ex

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you watch your girlfriend warm up before her match- smiling at her when she grins and pulls faces at you from across the field. your vision only slightly obscured by the beanie you’ve stolen from her.

with winter well and truly arriving in england- you’re left shivering on the sidelines once again.

you wouldn’t trade it for the world though.

courtney abandons warmups in favour of running up to you on the sidelines-  and you open your arms to let her crash into you.

“hi!”

“hi baby!”

she grins at you- pecking your lips and pulling away, her hands still hold your own, rubbing her gloved ones to warm up your bare ones.

“ready for the game?”

“ready to watch me win?”

she counters- flexing her arms with a grin.

your brief moment together is cut short- courtney getting called away, back to warmup with her team, and your attention falls to the commotion starting near the tunnel.

the other team- arsenal, make their way onto the pitch, and you can see familiar faces- courtney’s national teammates, and well, of course- her ex-girlfriend.

kyra cooney-cross is a name you are very familiar with- not that courtney knows. she’s only talked about her a couple times, always with a roll of her eyes and in a tone that makes your stomach drop.

you’re not exactly sure what happened between them- but just that it was over a year ago now, and you’ve been with courtney just a little bit less than that.

your eyes leave your girlfriend and drift towards kyra involuntarily- she’s loud, even over the chattering of fans nearby you can hear her laugh, watching her jump on her teammates and run from them when they turn to chase her. your mouth ticks into a smile and you don’t notice courtney frowning at you on the other side.

both teams retreat back into the tunnel to change for the game- and return back onto the field shortly after.

and when they go to shake hands, kyra and courtney skip over each other- and if you weren’t so focused on them you would’ve missed it.

the game begins and your cheering rings out from the crowd- and it only increases tenfold when leicester score twice in a row.

courtney blows you a kiss at halftime and you catch it with a grin- arms pumping in the air. she copies you- catching remy when she jumps on her, and you watch them practically skip together to the changerooms.

your eyes drift to the arsenal girls again- and a pair of brown eyes catch your own, kyra stares at you- a look you can’t quite decipher on her face, and you wave a little- frowning when she turns on her heels and walks away.

you don’t know whether arsenal have sacrificed a fan at halftime- or if they called leah williamson to yell at them, but whatever they did-  they’re absolutely ruthless and you can

tell it’s getting on courtney’s nerves.

you wince when she takes out kyra- walking away without acknowledging the other girl, kyra- on her part, picks herself up, and dusts herself off, getting ready for the free kick. her free kick which results in a goal- arsenal’s number 24 nudging the ball into the back of the net.

the game ends, 6-2 arsenals way.

and you know courtney will be quick to shower to leave the stadium.

you’ve moved away from fans now- standing alone to wait for your girlfriend.

you’re proven right when your girlfriend emerges from the tunnel minutes later- waving you over.

“hi.”

“hi.”

you pull her into a hug- and she collapses into you, rubbing her back, you kiss the side of her head.

“you were amazing- im so proud of you baby.”

she hums at that- sighing quietly, and pulling away from your embrace, she stretches her neck, rolling her shoulders back. she grabs your hand- leading you towards the exit. remy joins you both- following along on courtney’s other side- the pair chatting quietly.

a voice calls out to your little group.

“court! remy!”

you look up- smiling at steph as she approaches, flanked closely by caitlin.

you stand a little behind courtney- letting them chat and catch up, still a little unfamiliar with the pair.

another person approaches from behind steph and caitlin- swinging their arms onto the aussies shoulders. kyra- she mutters a quick hello when she sees courtney- arms dropping from steph and caitlin, choosing to hover behind them instead- head nodding along to what is said.

you stare at her from over courtney’s shoulder- eyes tracing the features of her face.

you can definitely tell why courtney had a crush on her.

kyra looks up at you- as if she knew you were staring, and you look away just as quick, moving to grab courtney’s hand again.

kyra smiles at you this time though- and you can feel courtney’s hand tighten around yours.

-

the journey home is tense and quiet between you and courtney- you stopped trying to initiate conversation with her a few minutes in. and when you do finally get home- she disappears off into the bedroom while you make your way to the kitchen to start dinner.

she returns half an hour later- her arms circling your waist from behind, her head resting on your back.

“you okay?”

you question her.

“yeah fine.”

she pauses for a second- pulling away from you.

“i saw you staring at her today.”

your eyebrow furrows.

“who?”

“you know.”

you pause- racking your brain of what to say.

“there’s a reason we don’t talk anymore you know.”

“i-“

“don’t. just let me talk- we used to date, i know, you know that. and i know you want to know why we split. she’s jealous- like, a very jealous person, and we fought a lot- over lots of stupid things. so you’ve got no reason to be jealous of her baby.”

“right. okay good! thanks for telling me court.”

you wrap your arms around her neck- pulling her into a hug, squeezing tight.

“of course- i love you, and only you know.”

she squeezes you tight.

because that’s all you were- just jealous.

-

courtney falls asleep against you hours later- her arm wrapped around your stomach as she dozes off. your phone lights up- illuminating the dark room for a second. reaching over carefully, you grab your phone- eyes squinting to adjust to the bright screen. one notification stands out from the rest.

kyracooneyx has requested to follow you.  

#kyra cooney cross x reader #courtney nevin x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso

[nanaminsmoon]

what do you think about suburban eren & hood princess reader 🤭 people think that we running shit but in reality and especially behind closed doors it’s a different storyyy + he’s a little mean

heyyy so this took a while because life was really lifeing and girl i wasn't sure how to write it because i'm also from the suburbs in england so i felt like writing about babes from ends wouldn't translate properly. but i hope it's okay lol😭

cw: pnv, fingering, unprotected sex, n word usage, orgasm denial, eren lives with his parents but they're out of the house doing rich people shit idk😭

wc: 1916

”’r-ren, i said i’m-m sorr-rry”, each word you slurred out only left your mouth because eren was fucking you hard enough to knock it out of you. eren’s hips moved quickly, but he was still so deep inside you that you could’ve sworn you could feel him in your damn lungs—his tip slamming all the air out of them. your fingertips desperately tried to grapple at the desk underneath you, as one of eren’s hands wrapped around your throat and the other sat on your hip. the minimal lighting coming from his desk lamp ricocheted off the layer of sweat on your body to illuminate your skin and, any other day, lip shaped patches of moisture would join it. but today was unlike other days, because today was one of the few days where your chill, romantic eren reminded you that he wasn’t a doormat.

”’cause i live in a house like this you think you can keep playin’ with me?”, eren moved his hand from your throat to rub on your clit, and your head fell back to lean on his chest. there was no way you could give him a verbal answer, so you just shook your head furiously.

”hm? i’m too nice to you, you think you can walk all over me? ‘s that it?”, he asked, both his fingers and hips still not letting up. so the aggressive head shaking that followed that question was both in response, and frustration.

”fucking answer me when i speak to you”, his own jaw clenched, just as his grip on yours tightened. and, although eren was making it harder for you to speak with both the way he was fucking you, and the harsh hand on your jaw, you tried your best to whine out an answer,

”n-no”, in which eren would reply with a kiss to his teeth.

from the outside looking in, eren was your bitch. that’s what everyone called him; to your friends, and family, he was your sweet suburban boy that did everything you told him to, with no arguments. he opened doors for you, pulled chairs out for you, bought you gifts, paid for your hair and nails, and spoke to you like you had placed every individual star in the sky. he was harmless in every essence of the word. maybe even too harmless. you knew how to handle yourself, and took no shit from no one, so spectators would assume that you were eren’s protector; if there was a problem, you were the one to solve it for him. for example, sometimes he just didn’t seem to understand that not everywhere was like his gated community, because this boy would walk to the corner store by your house with the sunlight bouncing off his watch, and his chain just swinging in the wind.

”eren, tuck your fucking chain”, you grabbed the gold jewellery, and put it in his shirt, telling him he had to be careful before he got his shit snatched. in response, eren just shrugged and went about his day.

even though they joked about him being helplessly naive, your friends and family loved eren. a big part of the reason was that they knew he would take good care of you and let you do whatever you wanted to do with no questions asked. and you’d agree, jokingly commenting about him being your ‘babygirl’ or about him being ‘submissive’ when he wasn’t around. underline ‘when he wasn’t around’. because eren was everything but passive—he was just reserved. eren let you pretend you ran shit in public, because he enjoyed watching you dig holes for yourself by acting like you had him on a leash when, in reality, you had to beg for his permission just to nut. other people’s opinions didn’t concern him, but what did was your behaviour. because telling people he was your bitch was one thing. but acting like he was, was another.

like at the party you and eren had gone to with your friends. things had been going great until you started shaking ass on who you thought was ymir. but when you went to look back at it, your eyes were met with those of one of your male best friends. of course you pushed him off you but, the relief that it wasn’t some complete stranger meant that you did so very gently. some would say too gently, and too giggly, for a woman with a boyfriend. but the only thing on your mind at the time was going to the bathroom so you really thought nothing of it. you hadn’t even noticed the green eyes burning holes into the side of your face, until their owner’s hand wrapped around your wrist.

”what was that?”, eren pulled you to the side, and your eyes just rolled. you’d been there for far too long, and you just wanted to go to the damn bathroom then go home. the last thing you needed was drama.

”not now, eren. just leave me alone”, you brushed him off, and eren’s hand quickly released your wrist. others would see eren it as conceding, but you knew better than that—he wasn’t done with you, you’d just have to deal with him later. but that was later you’s problem, so current you was just going to live her best life. that attitude made for an interaction between you and your man that your friend found to be particularly hilarious,

”bitch, i wish my man would listen to me like that.”, she joked, and you laughed back at her.

”right, don’t you just love an obedient nigga?”, you had joked back. of course eren heard everything, but he’d just scoff and head to the door to leave.

even though he opened your car door for you, once you got in the car, eren did not speak a word to you. even as you’d steal glances at him and stroke his thigh, or shoulder, or arm, or cheek, he’d remain stone-faced and keep his eyes on the road. when you finally got back to his house, his silence would persist as he walked you to the door, before taking his shoes off and making his way to his room. he’d left you at the door, so you had to follow after him, with an exhausted scowl on your face. and once you got to his room, you decided to be the bigger person and speak to him first.

”eren, i grew up with him. you need to chill the fuck out”, you yawned, walking over to him. but he’d just scoff at you before his hand would be on your jaw. even still, your mask imitating an unphased expression would not fall. despite the pool of arousal in your underwear at the sudden movement.

”who you tellin’ to chill?”, he spoke lowly, eyes locked with yours. your heart was starting to race, but you wouldn’t back down.

”you. now what?”, those were the words that placed you in the position you were in now; your orgasm denied five times, as your toes painfully dug into your slippers. the van cleef necklace he had bought you slapped into your chest over and over again, as you moaned out his name and ignored apologies. you were forced to endure all of this because eren felt like you weren’t sorry enough. meanwhile, he had already cum once, and he was nearing his second. your pleasure had always been eren’s priority, but today you were just a cocksleeve to him. and he was happy keeping it that way.

begging and pleading for eren to go slower, or be more gentle with you did nothing because he’d just maintain his pace. eren loved you more than he loved himself, so he hated fucking you in a way that insinuated otherwise. but his mind wouldn’t stop replaying what happened at the party; the way that guy touched you, the way you laughed with him as if eren wasn’t literally right there, and the way you made him out to be your lap dog. all that anger travelled to the place where you two connected, and he didn’t realise how hard he was fucking you until he felt his dick twitch inside you.

”i’m gonna cum—”, he groaned onto the space between your neck and shoulder, finally giving it a small kiss. the lewd sounds of skin meeting haphazardly would repeat three more times before it’d cut out, only to be replaced by the sounds falling from your boyfriend’s mouth as he filled you with his seed. he’d stay still so his dick could act as the plug that kept all his nut inside you. confused, and on the brink of getting your own release, you’d just start moving to fuck yourself on his dick. it took eren a few seconds to realise what was happening before he’d hold your hips still, and pull out of you.

”’ren, what about me?”, you cooed, but it all fell on deaf ears as eren was too focused on using his middle and ring finger to collect any dripping nut, to push it back inside you. your entrance practically sucked his fingers inside you, and he wouldn’t fight it. instead curling his fingers and hitting the spot he knew would cause your undoing.

”what about you?”, he chuckled into your ear, kissing and sucking at the lobe. before he’d bite it, earning a wince from your parted lips, ”obedient, yeah? i’m obedient?”, he said in a low taunt.

”y-yeah, you are”, after all that apologising you’d just been doing, eren was surprised to see you being this rebellious. especially towards the same man who was stroking your release with his fingers. that was the same man who reached another hand around to rub your clit again, and started smirking at you tightening around his fingers, signalling your release.

”shit, ‘ren, i’m cumminngg”, you cried out, as your back arched against him.

”hmm”, he pouted, stamping one final gentle kiss on your shoulder before speaking again, ”well then”, were his words as he removed his hands from you.

”what’re you doing?”, you turned to him to see a shit-eating grin on his face. eren hadn’t just robbed your orgasm from you, he had let you get a taste of it, before pulling away when you needed him to continue most. it was like lighting a firework, then throwing a net on it just as it was air bound.

”you asked me to leave you alone, so i’m being obedient and leaving you alone”, he smirked, kissing your temple. he could see the anger growing on your face, and that kiss wasn’t meant to calm it, it was meant to feed it.

”eren, i wanna cum. please”, you pleaded, tears almost falling from your eyes. eren would take one look at you, before he’d start pretending to think about it. the charade ultimately ending in an annoying shrug.

”find an obedient suburban boy to take care of it”, he took a pause to yawn, before pulling his boxers and jeans up, and falling onto his bed, ”i’m tired.”

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[undercoverpena]

i'd fight for you

johnny 'soap' mactavish x f!reader wordcount: 3.3k | an: for the anon, and the others who have been so kind. I'm sorry for the scottish-words, I'm from the north of England and may have english'd him a touch, but i did ask my friend for pointers, but yeah, be kind. warnings: mentions of war, injury, but fluff-angst.

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Ringing.

That’s all you hear as your eyes blink.

You can see the flicker of orange and red, the warmth from it. It almost makes you want to close your eyes, rest a little more, and stop the dizziness.

Then you remember him.

A horrid sinking feeling runs through you, an avalanche of emotions as you remember you weren’t alone.

“Soap?”

You're sure you shout it. Shout for him. Your throat hurting, burning just like the flames which lick the walls as you do so again, and again.

Not that it sounds it to you.

The ringing drowned out everything. Even your own voice, making it sound distant, almost like you have been submerged underwater.

It's instinct to press your radio. To call for someone, anyone.

Help. Help us.

But you don't need to hear to know it's broken. It's evident in the way it crumbles in your fingers, your eyes managing to focus on the shards of it falling to the floor covered in dust, rubble and your blood.

Move. You need to move.

1. Find Soap. 2. Leave.

A short to-do list. One you set yourself as you slowly twist, pushing up, knowing you shouldn't. Your body protesting, screaming in its own way to sit, especially as your fingers leave prints of blood on the ground.

“MacTavish?”

The lack of response, movement, anything—it’s last shred of need which forces you to knee up. Breathing in, even if it hurts to do so, as you push up onto your feet.

It's a mess.

Even your blurry eyes can see that. Slowly standing, awkwardly so, almost stumbling into a cracked pillar, arm trying to cover your mouth as you cough half a building up.

It almost winds you when your eyes land on the place he'd been stood.

His jokes. His smile. All gone, stolen, vanished like they were never there. The building blowing up had separated you, throwing you away from one another.

“Soap… Sergeant...” you call out, hoping if he can hear you he'll throw something, anything.

Not sure you'd be able to hear him. Banishing the thought of him screaming for you, and you not being able to hear his anguish.

The flames dance along fragmented walls, your nails clawing at the concrete pillar, trying to drag your leg to search for him. Just praying, hoping he's not under too much—not sure you'd be able to shift it all alone.

The first real step is the heaviest, the fucking hardest, your mouth falling open, your throat burning—but if you’re screaming, you can’t hear it. Still just ringing. Constant, high-pitched ringing is all that fills your ears.

Your chest aching, full of fury and devastation as the last words he had said merged with the ringing—brutally cutting deep, further than any wound you've already suffered has.

I know how it is, lass. You cannae keep y’eyes off’a me.

You take another step. You have too.

Hand clutching, pushing off until you stumble, falling to your knees with a crack.

Your fist clenching in, head burying into your forearm as tears prick your eyes, burn and singe. Both for him and for the pain ricocheting through your legs and back from the fall.

"Please, John," you cry, not caring that your tears blend with the dust as you lift your head. "Johnny, just..."

You don't hear the boots.

Just feel rough hands grip your waist, flipping you as you flinch. For the briefest second, you think it's him—almost relaxing, ready to throw your arms around his stupid neck.

But your eyes land on Ghost. Ghost who is holding your head up, his mask moving, likely speaking. Not that you can hear. His hand grabs your jaw, almost your cheek, staring into your eyes before you weakly point to your ear.

Then it’s clinical, one nod. Whatever words he’d been firing at you suddenly lost on you as he looks around.

“Find him."

His eyes narrow before they widen.

"John. Find John."

Your lashes flutter, darkness peppering the corner of your vision. The ringing was lessening, being replaced instead with the sounds of falling buildings and shouting.

"He was there.”

Ghost’s dark eyes flicking over your face, saying nothing, showing nothing. But they must land, they must come out legible because a shadow moves from behind Ghost, one which looks faintly like Gaz. You spot the gun held high, the squared shoulders, almost smiling to yourself even through a cracked lip and whatever else made your face feel swollen.

Gaz would find him.

They would find him.

You try to move, shifting in the tight grip. Need to help. Lemme help, Ghost. You're not sure if you speak them, shoving weakly at his arm and hand.

Even if your vision slides from left to right. Even if your whole body feels broken and punctured in more ways than you can begin to assess. You have to move, you have to find him. The adrenaline forces you, too—a knotting need inside of you.

If I die, don't replace me wit' another Scot, lass. Is this where I say you're irreplaceable or that I'd fight death for you? Oh, you'd fight death f'me. You'd miss me too much, wouldn' ya. Shut up, MacTavish.

An arm tries to stop you, one you can never overpower, even in a better state. But you have to. Drawing all your strength, anguish, hurt and grief to shrug yourself free.

He must be taking pity on you, he must. Allowing you to twist in his grip, turning away from him. Because Ghost is strong, far stronger than you'd known a person to be.

Which tells you that you look worse than you feel, that you’re likely barely all held together with much—if Ghost is being sympathetic towards you.

It’s the same reason he pulls you close to him, back to his chest as your eyes try to focus—try to sharpen in on a single point as the dizziness intensifies. Not that you stop fighting, needing to fight.

Not my idea of fighting death, John. Not one bit.

You don't care how it looks. How you're letting all your actions speak for you, all those caged reactions simmering to the surface, showing everyone how deep you are.

The only thing you care about isn't in front of you. Missing. Lost.

Everything else feels trivial, ridiculous. Wanting to rip your uniform off and be damned with whatever the mission is. If given a choice, you’d burn the world and scream it to Soap if it meant saving him. If it meant him standing right where he was, unharmed and smiling.

Eyelashes heavy, hand sliding from Ghost’s forearm, your weak frame giving into the darkness which ebbs in the corner of your vision. You're clinging on, barely. Using every last bit to stay present, grounded, and focused.

“He’s alive.”

Your body freezes, and Ghost must realise you can hear him. Unsure how long he’s been speaking to you, shouting to you. Then you see him being dragged by Gaz.

Blood running down the side of his face. His smile gone. Eyes shut.

“Y’hear me,” he says, shaking you, mouth close to your ear. “Johnny, he’s alive.”

You go limp. Body drained of its need to fight as it slumps, body aching tenfold. Because he doesn't look it. Not one fucking bit.

Not that he lets you go. Ghost clutching you, keeping you in the present. Barely keeping his distance when evac arrives, not taking his eyes off of you when you're both in the heli.

You're even sure he's in a dark corner when you get treated. Not that they can do much, not when the wound which needs treating they can't even see.

The crater in your chest, the realisation which had burst the seams of you, is reminiscent of the bomb which had made your emotions burst to the surface.

You don't sleep. Not when you're released to your bunk that evening Both rocked to the core, forever changed and broken, made worse by the knowledge he's not even awake yet.

He's not woken yet, you'd heard someone say the next morning. Their whispers hushed, keeping it from you, but silence isn't a good secret keeper.

You’re not sure you'll be able to sleep until he wakes. Struggling to even blink without seeing his smile, never mind dream. So, you don’t wait to ask Price if you can do laundry duty, alone. His eyes raised, cigar smoke puffing, knowing you hate laundry, hate it more than anything else he asks of you. But, you need it. Needing to keep busy. Needing a purpose.

“Any reason?”

“No, sir.”

You let the words you don’t say hang in the air, the ones which tell him, and anyone else who can read them, that you’re lost.

A part of you that you’d held together with string and dreams had fallen, shattered when you saw his face all unmoving—covered in dust.

The part of you which was very much in love with John Soap MacTavish. One you’d contained in a carefully constructed way, not realising it would ever be shown, unearthed or broken.

Not that it's been easy to conceal. He’s loud for one, brash for another and perfect for a third. John is all kind eyes and a cocky smile, all of which can turn into a knife edge when through the scope of his rifle—and it both makes you want to throw your arms around him and sink to your knees for him.

It crept up on you how he's become your person. The one you shouldn't have, even less so on this base—on this team.

The one you seek when things feel too much, the one you gravitate towards when you’ve drank too much tequila. He’s a lifeboat when you’re drowning out at sea and the stars to the moon in the sky.

You’re not sure he even realises your heart is literally crying out his name with each beat. John. John. John. Not sure he knows how he makes you blush and flood with warmth when he throws his arm around you.

Most of all, you're not even sure he knows how important he is. Likely thinking the two of you are simply the best of friends, and you are—and yet so much more.

If you could form the words, you’d tell him how he puts everything else in his shadow, his mere presence demanding it. Not that you care. You couldn’t. Wouldn’t. It’s all relative the way he commands you to breathe easier, and smile more. All so similar to the way he told you to look at him when he realised you didn’t love confined spaces.

Hey. On me. Aye, that’s it. Keep them pretty lashes on me. Pretty, huh? Fuckin’ christ, yeah.

So lost in the saved sounds of his voice, you hear him too late—Ghost.

The man moves so silently for someone of his statue. He looks, his gaze cutting, trying to make his way through the walls and barriers you’ve thrown up. To keep him out. To keep them all out.

Spots and moments coming back to you, reminding you of the way you almost fought him—how you’d have bitten and ripped your way through him to get to John. An image you’re not sure he, or you, will forget so soon.

“Took him only a fuckin' day and a half, but he’s awake.”

Your hand slowly lowers the clothes in your hand as you hold his gaze.

Because you’re sure, he knows. Adamant even. Especially when he steps closer, taking the item from your hand.

"Go. Now. That's an order."

He doesn’t expect him to be the first person he sees.

Head injury. Punctured lung. Dislocated shoulder.

Apparently, he's suffered worse, but he'd decided to sleep for longer than normal.

"Nice of you to join the livin', Johnny. We've missed you."

Soap manages to hide his disappointment it wasn't her sleeping frame or dissatisfied face that has greeted him. Imagining the level of disgust she'd show him, as if almost dying had been on his to-do list that day.

If he's honest, Soap rather loves that face she pulls—the annoyed one which makes her cheeks tight and lips spread into a thin line. The one where she seems both annoyed and indifferent, making one brow raised slightly above the other.

"Is—"

"She’s fine. Got out of here yesterday."

Ghost—Simon—is clinical. Matter of fact. He's also studying the shit out of him.

Not that he's surprised, he's barely got his question out before Ghost is answering it. Likely opening himself up for even more examination as he tries to move, his head thick, throat sore.

“Y’should know. She fought me, Johnny. Practically tried to claw through my fuckin’ arm to get to you.”

He flicks his eyes to him. Disbelief swims through him, almost pulling at him, trying to drown him before it mixes with ice-cold confusion. Because he doesn't want to let himself think about what it means.

Then his heart skips a beat.

"Don’t be an idiot."

Those four words falling over him, so rich with truth and honesty, it’s almost jarring that it’s been said to him in a gruff, mask-covered voice.

Sometimes, Soap thinks he understands him.

Ghost clears his throat. "I should tell you if you fuck the dynamic up, Price’ll have your balls, and then I'll cut your cock off."

The words linger.

It makes him smirk, pretty sure Ghost is doing the same—even under the mask, before adding, “Thanks for the tip, Lt.”

Ghost nods, curt, short. "I’ll tell her you’re awake."

His looming figure stands, watching as Ghost’s gloved hand seemingly hovers his hand near his shoulder, unsure whether to clap him on it or not before seemingly deciding to do so. Soap doesn’t react, not until he’s walking away, a smile tugging at his lips as he shakes his head.

He knew he’d crack him.

Wear him down.

Then it hits him. Suddenly restless. Full of adrenaline. Nothing hurting, not even as each second, each minute ticks into an hour.

His hand smooths out the same bit of bedding until he feels it. The walls even sigh as his apprehension calms, his shoulders sliding down from his ears—all before he even lets his eyes travel to the doorway. To her.

You.

It both heals and breaks him, the sight of her. Seeing how weighed down she is, the dark circles around her eyes that scream at him, she’s exhausted, she’s drained—even more so as she gets closer.

“Y’look like you’ve not slept, lass.”

“You look pretty too, Soap.”

He taps the side of his bed, her eyes half-rolling as she shuffles over to him. Normally, she’d fight him. Mutter, even. But she doesn’t. Half-looking like she wants to jump—glide, fucking fly over to him. His brain conjures images of her fighting Ghost, six-foot-big-geezer Ghost, for him.

Perching where his hand was, his eyes glancing over her form before he smiles.

“Put yer’ head here for me,” he says, tapping his shoulder.

“Soap…”

“C’mon, take pity on an injured man and stick y’head ‘ere.”

He's surprised she does. Her cheek coming to rest on his bandage, her wrapped up wrist and forearm resting lightly on his chest, fingers close to her chin. He almost comments they have matching head bandages, but her eyes lock onto his.

Fuck, he could get lost in her eyes.

If he ever tried to paint pictures of her face with his fingers, he knew he'd struggle to capture the beauty in her eyes. The way they swirl with the many thoughts running through her mind, like they are now. A tornado out at sea, ready to capture and drown anyone who tries to wade through them.

He doesn't realise he hasn't blinked until she shuffles a touch closer, lifting her chin, eyes meeting his with a shyness he’s rarely ever seen.

“John..."

His name sounds sinful from her lips. Even more so with the low way she whispers it in like it's just for him—her voice.

"Yeah?"

Her lips purse, before her nostrils flare. "I thought I lost you.”

It comes out soft—like she’s trying to shield the words from him, but they’ve escaped all the same.

It’s the fragileness of it that makes him move, his fingers brushing over her skin. Different from how he’s done so before, when he’s taunted her, teased and joked.

This is different. Its heart thumping in his chest and brain silencingly different.

“No,” he says soothingly, running his fingers up and down her cheek. “Just took a wee nap, that’s all.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m hilarious,” he adds, smiling. Her eyes lowering, but his hand is quicker, lifting her chin up. “I cannae' leave you. Who’ll bully you into doing more shots than y’can handle or wind y’up to the point y’go silent. Give us all some peace.”

Smiling, she stares into his eyes.

And he has to wonder, to hope. He has to jump, dive and fly, because life is too short to just wonder if the woman lay next to him—on him—could love him.

“Also… you’re the best part of my bloody day. Best thing that’s ever walked into my life. Couldn’t go out without tellin’ y’that now, could I?”

She swallows. The sound so loud in the deafening silence. But he tries not to focus on that, instead choosing to watch her eyes—how they shimmer, how they fill slowly with tears he can’t explain. But he hopes… fuck, he hopes it’s because his words are what she needs.

“I fought Ghost…”

I know. Fuck, lass. I know.

The tip of her tongue brushes over her lips as she signs. “…When I came round, you weren’t moving… and I couldn’t let you… be alone.”

His throat goes dry.

A light buzzing in his ears as his hand pauses on her cheek.

“Why’s that then?”

“Because," you snort, rolling your lips, brows furrowing and knitting as creases fall over your forehead, "I’m in love with you."

The sound of it is like music, like a song, made just for him. I’m in love with you. I’m in love with you. His fingers slowly stroke light touches against her cheek.

He wants to kiss her.

He feels he can do that better than tell her. Than try and find words to explain how much he's fucking in love with her too. How each time she's been too drunk to stand, he's not wanted to let her go; how when she looks beaten, tired and hurt, he wants to wrap her in his arms and hold her close.

“Good job I love ya too then, ain’t it?”

“Not for Price.”

He laughs. The shock of her quickness caught him off guard, taking him by surprise as her lips curl into a smirk.

“No. Not for Price. Or Ghost.”

It’s her turn to laugh, warmth flooding the cheek his fingers rest against. “I think he knows. Ghost.”

I know that too, lass.

“D’ya care?”

You care that they know you’re mine and I’m yours?

He doesn’t even realise his heart is in his throat until her eyes flick back up, meeting his.

They’re almost unreadable except for the smallest slither. Before, they always hide her thoughts. Only having found in the briefest of moments, he can read her, understand her wholeheartedly. But he reads them now, and sees the thought she's too scared to verbalise.

I've been yours the entire time, MacTavish.

"No. I don't... I don't care."

Swallowing, he smiles. One he's sure is just for her, not sure anyone else ever makes his cheeks hurt the same as she does. “Me either.”

She nods, staring up at him, flicking her eyes from his to his lips.

"John?"

"Hmm."

Her fingers stroke his chin, feeling his ears burn as she does. "I will kiss you, soon. But, for now, can I just stay here?"

His heart almost explodes. His eyesight almost only sees white.

"Course y'can, lass."

That's all I've ever really wanted.

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[incognito-girl]

poke - alessia russo

“Alright!” the strong voice of none other than the England captain shouted over the rest of the team. All of your eyes fall onto the blonde girl who was looking intently at a sheet of paper that was in her hands. “Sarina wants us to have a team bonding day so we can become closer as a team and-” she began announcing to the group only to be cut off by a strong accent shouting out jokingly“I THOUGHT WE WERE ALL BESTIES?!” Leah’s head immediately snaps toward no other than Ella Toone. All of you follow her as twenty sets of eyes begin to stare at the girl who had now placed her head in her hands and brought her legs up towards her chest obviously embarrassed now that everyone was looking at her. Her cheeks begin to turn red as she leans in closer to the body of her best friend, Alessia Russo. Who was now laughing loudly at her friends growing discomfort. She looks up to you caching your eyes for a brief second before sending you a teasing wink which you roll your eyes to with a laugh. “Ok.” Leah says with a monotone voice. “There will be different stations with games and you will be split into teams of four and at the end Sarina wants us to play a big game of never have i ever.” she says gripping the sheet tightly. “SO FUN GIRLS!” you yell out sarcastically putting your hands in the air to show just how excited you are. “Shut up y/n.” Leah says laughing at you as she continues “We have been put into teams and whatever team wins the most will get a prize.” “Oh what is it!?” Lucy asks her interest peaked at the offer of a prize. “I don’t know.” leah says blandly. “I’ll leave the sheet here and you can all figure out your teams during breakfast.” she finishes while placing the sheet on the coffee table and walking away to go have her breakfast. You all scramble off the couches you were sprawling across to get to the coffee table to see the sheet with the assigned teams on it. Once you got to team three you finally read your name.

TEAM THREE

Beth Mead

Y/n Y/l/n

Millie Bright

Georgia Stanway

Lotte Wubben-Moy

Lauren Hemp

“Winning team right here!” you hear the familiar voice of Millie yell out in joy. You just look at her laughing as she is boasting that her team is definitely the best. She comes up placing her arm around your shoulder pulling you over to the rest of the team she had rounded up. “Ok girls, game plan-” “WIN!” Stanway yells out a childlike look of mischief in her eyes. You scoff at her response while giggling and shaking your head at the young girl who you had grown to admire over the last few months of knowing her. “Exactly!” Millie says excitedly. You just laugh at the girls as you begin on your short walk over to your girlfriend. “Hey baby.” You say while grabbing her hand to drag her to breakfast. She quickly grasps your hand and catches up to your stride, her long legs making it easier for her. During breakfast you sat with lessi, Tooney, Stanway and Keira. The four of the girls constantly making jokes made it hard for you to be able to swallow every single bite of your breakfast.

Once you all had eaten enough for a small village you begin the walk back to the main hall that had been set up for the day of fun and games ahead of you. You start off playing twister against Leahs team and you win. You then continue on to play a massive game of x & o which once again you won, Millie was correct this was the winning team.

After a few more hours of playing the party games that were set up around the room and just catching up with everyone on the team it was time for sarinas favourite game: never have i ever. The woman loved to have the team play this game as whenever you did do something you had to drink water which would help keep us hydrated and she liked learning more about the girls she spend weeks at a time with.

The entire team gathered in a circle sitting on the floor. Georgia started off asking one. “Never have i ever slept with someone at camp.” Everyone bursts out laughing and only a few people take a drink of their water, you, alessia, jordan, leah, lucy, keira, georgia and lotte. Your eyes widen as you see lotte take a drink secretly. “LOTTE??!” you shout out as everyone turns to look at her, her cheeks turning red after being caught. All the girls start shouting questions at lotte. “Alright girls leave her be.” you hear leah shout over everyone, so they could move on from the question and continue the game. “Never have i ever gotten a stick and poke.” Lucy asks while looking around. Surprisingly, no one takes a drink except your love. You knew this about her, in fact you did the the little tattoo as a sign of your love for her.

Friday 7th March 2014

Art. Your favourite subject to just sit and talk to people in. It was the biggest doss subject as no one in your class actually cared about what they were doing. You were sitting with your girlfriend with your hands intertwined as you spoke about something in a hushed manner to prevent anyone else hearing.

Further into the class you began to get bored of the drawing of an eye your teacher was making you do. You reached for the black marker that was sitting before you, that you would have to use later on to sign your work with the date because according to your teacher in hundreds of years they could be found and sold for millions, and grabbed your girlfriends hand. You pulled her long jumper out of the way and drew a heart on her wrist. “What date is it?” you question looking up at the blonde. “seventh of march.” she mumbles out while pulling her jumper up her arm to get it out of your way. You tut quietly at her while sending her a wink. “Ill just write seven.” you say while gently writing the number seven just above the heart. She smiles at this as she brings her hand closer to herself to examine the drawing you placed on her skin. “I love it.” she says while tracing it. Her eyes meet yours and this was the moment she knew, you would be in her life forever. It didnt matter that you were fifteen right now and it was completely ridiculous to believe that two girls as young as yourselves could commit to eachother forever, but she knew. It didnt matter how many weird stares or weird comments from grown men or mean comments from other people your age the both of you got. It didnt matter that you would definitely be going to different colleges. It didnt matter that your parents would hate you if they found out you were with a girl. None of that mattered as long as she had you everything would work out, she would be alright as long as you were by her side.

She sat there staring at the little heart and the seven on her wrist. The seventh, the day she realised she was in love with you and wanted to be with you for the rest of her life. “You ok less?” you ask the girl who had gone quiet. “Im really good my love.” she says smiling at you grabbing your hand and running her fingers over each line on your palm.

Later that evening, as it was friday, you made your way over to her house to stay over. As the pair of you had known eachother long before you got together you were very close with eachothers families so you usually just walked into eachothers houses. “Hi!” you shout out into the quiet house while taking off your shoes. “Hello darling!” Alessias mother says while walking into the hall to pull you into a hug. She was like the mother you never had. She hugged you for a few seconds and theb ushered you further into the house while taking your bag from you and leaving it on the stairs. “Alessia is up having a shower, so you just sit with us and have some food.” You happily take your place at the dinner table and fall into an easy conversation with Luca. You hear your girl bound down the stairs at lightening speed while yelling your name and asking if you are here yet. She quickly comes into the kitchen and wraps you up in a tight hug when she sees you. “Hi baby.” she whispered into your ear before pulling away to fix herself a plate and then sitting opposite you. The pair of you playing a game of footsie under the table forgetting that it was in fact a clear glass table.

Once everyone finished their meals Giorgio was left to cleaning up after you all had ate. Her parents left the room leaving you, lessi, luca and giorgio in the kitchen. You were looking in the freezer for ice cream, that Alessia had promised you earlier that day. “I think you both forgot that we do have a glass clear table.” you hear luca say while looking at his sister pointedly. She flushes red with embarrassment realising that everyone at the table saw what the both of you were doing.

You emerge from the little room that included the firdge, freezer and washing machine that was connected to the kitchen. You have the cold ice cream in your hand and grab two spoons. “Im going upstairs. i cant deal with the abuse right now.” you say laughing slightly while leaving the kitchen, you hear alessia murmur a quick agreement and follow you out.

The both of you just sit in her bed speaking about your prospective days and watching a movie. She suddenly pulls you into her lap and takes a hold of your hands. “I know this is a little bit out of nowhere but, i love you more than anything in this world. I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” she whispers shyly looking down at your hands that she was messing with nervously. You grab a hold of her face and pull it up so she is looking at you. “Lessi i love you so much i don’t believe i could live my life without you. Your mine, forever.” You say as you press kisses across her face. “i love you.” she whispers to you. “I love you more than anything in this world lessi. What made you realise all of this baby?” “Today, in art when you drew the little heart and seven on my wrist.” Your reply to this was none other than a passionate kiss.

Your lips pressed against hers quickly. Her hands quickly found your waist and slipped under the jumper you were wearing tracing different shapes onto your warm skin. She dipped her hands under your tracksuit waistband which led to you letting out a gasp which she took as an opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. “Hey less, oh fuck sorry!” You hear Giorgio say before slamming the door. “Shit.” Lessi mumbles while getting out of her bed. “GIO!” she yelled out while chasing after her brother who was now in Lucas room, the two boys beginning to make fun of their younger sister after what Gio had caught his sister doing.

Later on that night you and Alessia were cuddling half watching whatever was on her television. “I want a tattoo.” she suddenly says out into the silence. You sit up so you are now straddling her. “Of what my love?” She lifts up her sleeve and points to her wrist. “Oh lessi.” you beam at her. “You will have to wait a little while until you can get it done.” you say smiling at her. “Stick and poke?” she questions you lightly praying you will say yes to it. “Do you really want it?” you ask the girl under you while tracing the heart you adorned her skin with earlier. “Yes i really do. i want to be reminded of you every single time i see it.” She says while placing her hands on your cheeks as yours rest on her stomach. “Ok, ill do the heart.” You say to the girl. She pulls you into a hug whispering different words of thanks into your ear.

The pair of you look around her house for a needle that you easily find and some ink that took a little while longer to find. You sat down with your girlfriend and began to do the small tattoo for her.

After about ten minutes overall, not counting the many times you would stop to make sure it didnt hurt and apologising with kisses incase it actually did, you were done. The small tattoo on her wrist was complete. You traced over it proud that the girl you love so much wanted this on her forever.

Present day

“Really less you have one?” Lucy questions the girl. “Yes. The heart.” she says proudly while looking at you. “Who did it?” Chloe asked now intrigued. “Y/n.” she answers quickly. All the girls heads shoot towards you in shock. “WHAT?” Rachel says shocked. “When? How stupid are the both of you? Why wouldn’t you just get it done properly?” she continues her questions. “We were fifteen leave us be” you say waving her off. “That is sweet you guys.” Sarina says smiling at the pair of you. Everyone knew you were together you never specified, but everyone knew. This also ment that no one on the team, except your closest friends, knew when you got together. Most of the girls thought you got together in recent years. Little to thier knowledge the two of you would soon enough be celebrating your eleven year anniversary.

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[onyourhyuck]

Do I Wanna Know? | J.JH

— Prologue: “Maybe i’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.”

— Summary: You and Jaehyun both agreed that there will be no feelings involved. But Jung Jaehyun ended up falling for you, and now you’re being distant with him.

— Genre: Friends with benefits > To lovers. Slightly angsty. Artstudent!jaehyun x politicstuddnt!y/n. Romance. Jaehyun is this indie artist student, Y/n is giving Rory from Gilmore.

— Notes: Do I Wanna Know - Artic Monkeys.

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You and Jaehyun both agreed that there will be no feelings involved, this carried on for eight months. You would fool around sometimes before class, sometimes you’re fooling around with him drunk. The whole point of this arrangement was to make sure you both get laid. As an University student you can’t exactly get a relationship and make sure you can be in that relationship while being a future lawyer. You see it’s quite difficult to even begin a forming attachment. Which is why one day in January, you met Jung Jaehyun.

Jung Jaehyun isn’t your typical pretty face. Sure, he’s got the looks and the body. He is devilishly handsome. People often gossip about his rich family in England. The only thing people saw in him were his appearance, his money and his family. Nothing else but you were different to him.

You actually ended up getting to know Jaehyun. Your classes were the opposite but you’ve met on a night out through a mutual friend and ever since then you have been talking whenever you saw each other on campuses. Somehow you’ve never ran into him before but now meeting him on that night out, you keep seeing him everywhere.

You are the opposite to each other. He prefers apple juice and you prefer the classical OJ juice straight out the fridge cold and iced. It somehow amazes you how well you click despite being so different. He hates politics and you love them, he could hear you talk about politics and somehow it makes him interested. But if he heard it on the news or whatever from someone else he’d want to blow his brains out and make sure to never live the day again.

People only saw Jaehyun from what they know on the outside but the outside never amazed you. When you saw how sensitive and precious Jaehyun was you couldn’t help but think he’s pretty cute. Whenever he draws he used his emotions to draw. You can tell he’s very intact with them, you somehow become envious of how much emotion he can create and draw on a blank piece of canvas in a hour.

You can barely put out an emotion just by thinking about it but you suppose it’s because in Politics you’re not meant to lead with emotion you’re meant to be using logic. Which is why your emotions department is looking a bit bleak. Nonetheless Jaehyun’s art had a way of moving your heart.

He admires the way you lead people by protesting outside of the campus. You told him you like protesting for problems that haven’t been spoken out publicly because many corrupted politicians like to gain something out of the work. He would come and see you do your speeches. He would be cheering you. Jaehyun even let you borrow is laptop so you could finish your assessment when yours ran out in middle of your lecture class, so you left to grab a charger from your dorm only to not have it there.

He remembers the day you came inside his art class crying because you were freaking out so much over this assignment and you hated how your laptop shut down suddenly. He literally dragged you to his dormitory just to get you his laptop. You will forever remember how much he cared for you passing your assignments. Even though he was busy needing to finish his portrait exam. He still chose to help you.

The more you two were entangled in each others lives the harder it was to pull away and eventually one day, you both mutually ended up in each others beds. Multiple times for over eight months you were both together agreeing that no sort of feelings will be involved and that this was just for the sake of your hard working subjects.

But the more Jaehyun had a taste of you he couldn’t stop thinking about taking another taste of you, and then his dreams are all about you. He wasn’t sure what you were feeling. In fact he didn’t wanna know what you were feeling because you seemed so in the moment but by the next day you were acting like you weren’t kissing him so passionately like you were in love. Maybe he read into it wrong.

Maybe he was wrong that he could do a friends with benefits with you because he can’t. He failed the first rule which is, don’t fall for you.

You knew something was off about Jaehyun the minute he was kissing you differently one night. You knew something was definitely not right when he moaned your name so softly, as if he were treating you like you were his girlfriend, his lover, with an intention to make love to you. Not to fuck you, but make love to you. You couldn’t handle it and somehow when you questioned it, Jaehyun couldn’t look you in he eyes straight.

You just knew from that moment of silence from your friend that he was no longer just a friend, he was someone who was wanting more.

And you couldn’t handle it. You broke it off that night and since then you and Jaehyun haven’t been as communicative as you were before. You don’t come over to each other’s classes anymore. Your mutual friends don’t see you guys speaking anymore. Your families don’t hear you speak about you and Jaehyun anymore they could only wonder what’s been happening behind the scenes. You and Jaehyun, have stopped being together.

But somehow you still saw each other whenever you guys went. It was like a trick in the matrix to you. You thought if you pull away you’d be free from Jung Jaehyun. But the more you walk away the further he walks forward and somehow you guys meet paths so many times again and again.

You saw him at the bowling centre when you went with a guy friend, Doyoung, from your politics major class.

You saw Jaehyun with your other mutual friend you both share at the bowling centre, with Johnny Suh, and you were both blown away.

What are the chances? None of you had a way of knowing where the other one is so how come you keep on running into each other.

Then your mutual friend Johnny decided it’s a great idea to merge both groups together because apparently, Doyoung and him go back together through high school. Somehow you wanted to disappear from the face of this earth knowing that your friend and Johnny were pretty good senior and junior throughout their high school years which left you and Jaehyun awkwardly confused and wondering what about you two?

It didn’t change the fact that Doyoung and you had a great time together. Smiling and laughing at god knows what. You were speaking to Johnny too, Jaehyun felt jealous with the way Doyoung can casually put his hand around you or tap your shoulder.

It lead him to wondering, ‘Do I Wanna Know if you miss me too?’

‘Do I Wanna if you ever wanna go back to the times when we were together like this too?’

These questions overpopulated his busy mind and you weren’t even aware of it how much he’s been feeling grey and blue without you. He couldn’t draw anything but you and somehow all his professors were worried with the amount of drawings of you were crowding the classroom storage now.

Jaehyun went through so many breaks up which is bizarre to me considering he handled them so well but with you this felt so much worse than a breakup to him and he couldn’t explain it. He couldn’t put a finger on it wondering why and what is making this worse and it’s probably because it’s you. You’re special and he grew attached to you.

When Doyoung and Johnny left you behind to grab popcorn and a few drinks for you guys, it leaves you and Jaehyun sitting next to each other in tense silence wondering when they will come back. It felt like two people waiting for their parents to come and pick them up from school, it felt exactly like that.

You fiddle with your thumbs, pushing away your feelings so you could try and speak to him. “So Johnny wanted to go bowling?” You trail to the boy next to you who had the gloomiest expression ever you couldn’t even imagine what Jaehyun must be feeling.

For you sure, you can handle seeing Jaehyun. But for Jaehyun it felt like two worlds colliding and he doesn’t want them to. It’s making his open wound more wide and open, it’s going to bleed him out if he keeps seeing your beautiful face, hearing your wonderful voice that keeps making his heart all soft and warm. His scars only get more painful when he knows you and him are no longer what you used fo be.

He turns at you somehow his eyes finding the time to look appreciating your eyes finding a wanderlust beauty in them and he couldn’t look away from them. “Mhm, Johnny called me up to go bowling suddenly.” He says biting the bottom lip as he looks away. “And your friend over there? I remember seeing him in your class once.”

“Ah Doyoung? Yeah. He wanted to go bowling suddenly too and we planned to go here.” You nod humming.

You felt your hands become a whole waterfall with the amount of sweat they produce. You and Jaehyun never had an awkward moment before but now it’s just only awkward moments you can’t imagine how hard it must be for the audience watching this, aka your friends, who probably know something is freaking up with you both.

Jaehyun suddenly broke the third wall, letting his emotions carry him throughout his entire existence. “Do you miss me?” ‘Do I Wanna know…’ he trails into his palms thinking hard, if he even wants to know the truth.

You couldn’t lie but the minute he asked you, you were screaming yes instantly. Without a doubt you miss him, of course you do. You were super close and before then you spend the days together for so long. Eight months isn’t a small number of times. You spend a long term time being friends with Jaehyun and halfway through that your bodies were more than friends too.

It’s impossible not to miss Jung Jaehyun. He was a part of you.

“Jaehyun…” You trail stopping yourself. Your heart was beating so fast it’s made you nearly stutter out. Jaehyun faces you seriously and you glance back shortly.

“Of course I miss you. It’s just…” you pause again, holding your teeth to the bridge of your mouth.

“I miss you, a lot Y/n. I cant sleep and eat without you and I don’t know if I’m the only one going crazy here but why can’t you be with me? Has it never crossed your mind?” He softly retorts at you putting all sorts of questions out there he needed answers for, but you yourself didn’t know how to answer them.

What your respond to those were a complete unknown world mystery. You weren’t sure what to do because all you were feeling was blush crawling on your face, you felt your body going into a fighting mode, or maybe those were the butterflies? You weren’t even sure if this was love or if this was your body telling you to run, make a run for it.

“Jaehyun…we are friends. We can’t be anything more than that. You know this from the start.”

Jaehyun knew it from the start but that never stopped him from developing feelings for you nonetheless that rule was the dumbest rule he has ever heard and the more he keeps hearing you talk about it the more his feelings were becoming progressively stronger for worse or for better.

“Why don’t you find someone new Hm?” You smile at him trying to light up the situation.

Every political issue has a problem logically it can be solved by another situation. You thought about this through political eye point of view so if Jaehyun likes you, a way to discard those feelings is if he meets another girl. Yes, exactly that.

You thought you found a loophole but Jaehyun found it incredibly difficult and mean to process. He found it almost impossible and somehow you, the one he loves, being the one to address him a solution to getting over you made his blood boil a little.

“Maybe i’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.” He gnaws beneath his breath pushing himself off the seat and suddenly, grabbing his bags.

You look at him with widen eyes. “Hey— where are you going Jaehyun?”

You couldn’t believe it but he looked pretty angry with you right now and you wondered maybe you weren’t going with the good approach. The moment he left the building your two friends come back with the food completely shocked by seeing only you left. Johnny squints his eyes at Jaehyun’s seat helplessly.

“Jaehyun looks a little different here.” He says lightly. “Where’d he go Y/n?”

You look down murmuring. “He left.”

Doyoung chokes on his cola looking over at Jaehyun. You were busy looking down at your hands thinking this through because you must’ve said something mean to truly upset him and you couldn’t help but think maybe you’re the one in the wrong here. Your two friends were whispering in the air to one another, near-yelling whispers.

Doyoung points at Johnny miming all sorts of actions to the older guy. “You said this bowling situation would bring them back to normal.” He clenched his jaw speaking harshly and quietly in front.

Johnny looks back helplessly. He and Doyoung met up together one night planning this day together so that it would look like a little coincidence that they would meet up at this bowling public area. It felt like a genius plan but someone had to make sure it didn’t work.

You grab your head pulling on your hair feeling that you were too harsh on him. You felt awful.

“I’m awful. I’m an awful person.” You bite on your bottom lip in worry. You’re starting to realise how much of a jerk you’ve been to Jaehyun.

The two boys join your side to comfort you knowing that you probably weren’t aware how to deal with whatever situation you’ve been through together. You sit in your seat trembling just by the thought of Jaehyun truly walking out of your life it made you rethink things. You’ve not been grateful enough for him. Johnny taps your shoulders, to go and show comfort for you.

But no matter what your friends say all your body was telling you to do was go find Jaehyun and apologise on your knees, just go and find him before it’s too late because he was an one in a life time person you’ll ever meet who actually loves you so much he would rather suffer than have you suffer.

“What did you say to him?” Doyoung spoke out causing you to murmur your response in shame.

“I told him to find and look for someone new. So he could get over me quickly.” I flatly said.

Johnny clears his throat when Doyoung looks at Johnny glaring. He knew he shouldn’t of trusted Johnny with this bowling idea.

“I- maybe you weren’t thinking with your heart when you said that, were you?” Johnny slants looking at you and you look back at him.

“Yeah. I thought that… if politics had a solution to everything maybe this did too. The logical route I guess.”

Doyoung never wanted to slap someone so much beforehand but mentally told himself you were built different and perhaps he should go the softer scolding method to way you out.

“Y/n love isn’t politics. Love is something your heart desires not what your brain wants you to do and believe.” Doyoung told you shaking his head.

You widen your eyes realising that Doyoung and Johnny was right. You kept on thinking about Jaehyun logically when you broke it off you kept on thinking that if you put your distance your relationship will be forgotten or something, but in reality your heart never wanted that.

Your heart always wanted Jaehyun. When you and Jaehyun kiss your heart was the only thing beating not your freaking brain.

You clench your hands together suddenly running out and Doyoung looks at Johnny side slanting.

“I bet twenty won that Y/n will make the first move.” Doyoung smirks.

Johnny pull out thirty won in his hand. “I bet thirty that Jaehyun will do the first move.”

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Wondering endlessly where on earth could Jaehyun be you were chasing the one you were avoiding all this time so stupidly because you were afraid, all because of one single emotion called fear took control over you. In reality you were busy being in denial all in your head thinking about this like it were some freaking political campaign.

Jaehyun wasn’t some protest. He wasn’t an exam you needed to study for. He wasn’t a thing you should’ve been avoiding in all along where in fact you should’ve been here, in front of him, holding him, speaking to him.

Being true to him.

But no you didn’t do that. You were too stupid to.

Meanwhile Jaehyun was spending his precious time mopping about the horrible incident between your fall out he was spending his time wondering if this feeling goes both way. He always chose you. He would always wanna know, if you ever returned his unknowingly emotions he feels for you; the feelings he held dear to his poor ole’ heart for you. He wanna know if you want to be the one to wake up to his side every morning, he wanna know if you ever thought about calling him up, he wanna know if you would have drinks with him like the old times.

He would want to know if you, were willing to be his.

Now you’re the one crawling back to him.

You have iron between your teeth everytime you play it on repeat how shameless you were hurting your friend and his feelings, the guy you all along were falling for but weren’t even aware of it this closely until you were losing him. To know how precious someone is sometimes, you gotta lose the precious think to want it back.

‘Do I wanna know…’

‘I’m crawling back to you.’

‘My heart is open to you now.’

Jaehyun doesn’t need to wonder if your heart is closed at this time or when it’s going to be open next time so he could have you all to himself. No. He doesn’t need to wait anymore.

‘If you wanna to we can be together.’

Jaehyun doesn’t need to hope for you to stay anymore.

‘Because you’re staying with him.’

You run down to the house banging on the door with your fists knocking so hard you could chuck the entire wooden door down by the power you’re enforcing. You were panting, heat coming to your cheeks and your eyes teary eyed with water in them. The cold suppresses your body.

You ran all over the city for him only to crawl back to his house that you’ve been going to all these months sleeping with him, in his warm bed that is now empty, wondering if you’d ever stay in his bedsheets again. Even though they smell of you you’re gone.

The moment you saw Jaehyun standing in the doorway with a distasteful look on his face seeing you, you were the one biting your bottom lip.

“Y/n what are you doing here?”

You never wanted to stay with someone until now.

“I’m here to make things right.” You pant coming forward grabbing Jaehyun by his collars pushing the boy inside his house making you enter with a harsh kiss on his mouth. Jaehyun felt like he were on extreme ecstasy the moment your soft but very cold mouth was roughly exposing him to a makeout with you. Your bodies falling flat on the bed sheets again, it didn’t take a whole second to figure your way round the house. It felt like a core muscle memory for you considering you’ve stayed in this house and in this same exact bed with him so many times to count. It was your secret.

Too many secrets you are keeping with Jaehyun, constantly playing on repeat until you fall asleep. You both were wanting to know if this feel was going on both ways, he was wondering, if you were staying or not. If you were crawling back to him, or not.

Jaehyun swipes you underneath him biting on the bottom lip leaving you breathless, you look mythical underneath him almost like a siren who was alluringly close with his heart bewitching it making him madly in love with you.

“Will this night be the same night for the things you can’t say tomorrow,” Jaehyun watches you deeply wanting a genuine response, to something he wants to know, for a long time he’s been waiting. “Or will it be different. Will you stay with me and become mine?”

You’re watching him with the intent of doing exactly that. To stay until he gets sick of you because you’re done running without a pathway to someone good. You’re done being alone and pretending you don’t need anyone when in reality all you ever needed was someone — someone like Jaehyun.

You cup his face smiling. “I’m crawling back to you. I’m done being your friend, Jaehyun. I am yours.” He watches your face leans in whispering to his lips before deeply touching his own.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear this.”

Jaehyun says as if this were his biggest dream come true to hear you accept the same feelings he was feeling.

He never thought so much before, but he wanted to know and you let him know how you truly felt.

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i’m proud. | Sydney Lohmann

category: fluff.

summary: where you and your girlfriend have to go up against each other in the euros final not knowing how either of you will react to the final result.

word count: 4.5k.

a/n: my first fic, it’s been a while since i last wrote anything, so, heads up i may be rusty.

Euro 2022, the summer of pure success for the lionesses. Not losing a single game in any of their runs, they were in it to win it on home soil.

Cruising through the tournament, you didn’t once stop to realise that you could face your lover in the final. The overwhelming pleasure of striking a ball in the back of the net in front of tens of thousands of people, didn’t once make you come to terms with the situation.

Of course you didn’t forget about Sydney, face timing every night, not before pushing an annoyed Georgia Stanway out into the hallway to get a private moment with her.

Every time her face popped onto the screen after a few seconds, all and every part of your conversation didn’t mention the topic of football or the pressure of getting to the designated final. Just ‘I miss you’ and ‘i love you’ s were said and the mentioning of plans for your awaiting holiday to ibiza you had booked with some of your Bayern teammates.

After winning the semi final against the swedes, with a cheeky 4-0, is only when you come to realise the possible line up for the final.

After scoring two of the goals against Sweden, you were the top candidate to do the after match press. So, in which, you were pulled away to do so after congratulating the other team on their somewhat successful tournament.

“Y/N, congratulations on securing England a place in the final of the Euro 2022 tournament on home soil. How does it feel?” The interviewer asks, eagerly holding up a microphone for you to take hold of.

“I can’t even begin to imagine, this is what me and the team have always wanted. I can’t even describe the feeling, I feel the need to win the trophy!” You gasped, trying to catch your breath and overcome the immense feeling in your chest.

“Aha, so, you winning this game has concluded us with the final of England v either Germany or France. Which team do you think will head through tomorrow and would you rather fight for the cup?”

Your heart stopped for a second, completely forgetting the countries included in the other segment.

“Erm, well… i know, for sure, that both teams have had a good run thus far. I have different opinions on both, to be fair, if i had to choose… i wouldn’t choose either but whatever comes for us we’ll attack from point forward.” You looked down while answering that question, the intensity of your mood to celebrate almost halving.

“I have 100% confidence in this lionesses squad and i definitely can tell you that we are the best chance England has to winning something, we’ll give it our all, Germany or France.” You nodded, regaining your composure.

“Thank you Y/N, and congrats again we’ll see you at wembley!” The brunette lady smiled at you, taking back the microphone she previously gave you.

“Thank you.”

With one last final smile, you hastily walked back to the changing room waving at some of the remaining fans while doing so.

“There she is, our star player of the match! What took you so long?” A slightly intoxicated Ella Toone shouted across the changing room of Bramall Lane.

You didn’t reply, simply sitting in your cubby, yanking off your boots and stripping off the sweaty gear you still had on. You blocked out the terrible singing coming from your teammates and focused on what you were doing, grabbing your wash bag and wrapping your towel around you to head to the showers.

Before you could do so, Leah had grabbed your arm.

“Is everything okay? Did the media say something?” She looked concerned, a slight frown appearing on her face.

“No, no nothing bad. Just… a bit overwhelmed is all.”

“I know it’s a lot, being so young in a massive tournament with a lot of newfound pressure… but trust me, your acing it so far. Look at where we are, the final baby!” She exclaimed with a passionate smile on her face, her eyes glistening over. You took notice to the fact that she must have been crying earlier, the visible streaks still showing.

You gave her a reassuring smile, but don’t say anything.

“Hey, it’s not just that is it? Is it about, maybe, facing Germany in the final?”

You look up at her with a slight expression that revealed the answer.

“Y/N, you don’t need to worry. Sydney will love you no matter the circumstances, besides it’s not even decided who our opponent is in the final yet.” Leah cups both your cheeks as it was obvious you hadn’t seemed to have stopped debating it. “Look, we will all watch the game tomorrow, maybe give her a call tonight explaining your concerns. That might help?”

“I don’t want to distract her with my worries though, she could become off her game tomorrow…”

“Okay, but don’t ignore her. I know what your like when your mind controls you, couldn’t get hold of you for weeks the last time that happened.”

You giggled slightly due to your pettiness, Leah let you go with a soft smile and a rub of your arm and you made your way to the small shower room.

Everything will be okay.

syd&lt;3

you: i love you❤️.

The next day, Englands opponents were named for the final: Germany.

After beating France 2-1, the Germans appeared just as confident as the lionesses were. With their famous history of winning 8 euro championships, Germany were automatically pinned the favourites.

After watching the match in SGP’s game room, the lionesses showed no bother. None of them but one.

You were picking your nails harshly the whole time, due to feeling bad for wanting Germany to lose so you didn’t have to face Syd or even your other Bayern teammates in the final.

Seeing the smiles on their faces, especially hers as she was televised chatting to Klara and Laura in the middle of the pitch brought great dread upon you.

Leah was looking at you the entirety of the game, noticing your out of body stance. You continued like that until way after the match, that is until your phone started vibrating on your lap.

Turning it over, your lock screen was full of text messages from your girlfriend, opening them to read them.

syd&lt;3

see you at wembley, baby.

Love you loads xx

:)

miss you xx

You stared at the messages for a while with a sleepy smile on your face, beginning to type until you were interrupted by a flick to the head.

“Come on, we’re all going to our rooms. Don’t want to be a loner now do you?” Your best friend and soon-to-be Bayern teammate, Georgia Stanway bends down to look you square in the face.

Your phone dropped to the side as you swung your arm lazily at her head, obviously missing her on purpose. She put her hand out to help you up, you allowed her to and picked up your belongings making your way to the comforts of your room.

You didn’t mean to leave her on opened.

Meanwhile, sitting on the coach to go back to the training grounds the german women’s national team were currently using, Sydney looked at the bubble appearing at the bottom of her screen, eagerly awaiting your answer.

She couldn’t wait to see you in real life again, to hold you, to kiss you. She really had missed you. Her mood dropped when that bubbled elipsis stopped moving, she thought that you’d come back and reply. Yet she was wrong.

Sydney automatically felt she had done something wrong, scratching her head to think of anything she’s said.

Maybe, Y/N isn’t happy i got through. I was happy? I replied to her message. I’m proud. Sydney’s head nearly combusted due to her overthinking, biting her nails and fiddling with her jumper.

“Hey, you okay?” She heard her all time best friend, Klara Bühl whisper next to her.

“Yeah fine.” She smiled looking at Klara quickly before flipping her phone over in her lap and looking out the window.

Obviously, Klara didn’t take the excuse. Having known each other most of their lives their friendship came with a few perks, knowing when something is wrong is one of them.

Klara can read Sydney like a book and vice versa.

“Is it Y/N?” Klara rose an eyebrow as she stared at the side of Syds face.

“No, not exactly. She hasn’t done anything wrong. Just i miss her and she didn’t reply to my messages. I’m sure it’s nothing.” Sydney gave Klara a reassuring smile, but really it was to reassure herself. “I guess it’s a bit hard to come to the terms that one of us has to break another’s heart to win what we’ve always been working hard for.”

“Mhm, i’m sure nothing too bad will happen. Will u still love Y/N if England win?”

“Of course, what kind of question is that?” A look of horror washed over Sydney’s face.

“Then you have nothing to worry about, i’m sure Y/N thinks the same.” Klara gave her a grin, “Besides, you’ll have to practice your comforting skills. We’re definitely winning this tournament.”

Sydney giggled slightly before flipping her phone back over to see if she had any new notifications. Klara saw what she was doing and engaged in a new conversation, something other than football to distract her.

England v Germany, Wembley Stadium. 31st of July, Kick off: 5pm.

The lionesses had managed to fill the stadium for the first time ever. 87,192 people came to support them, them being a few girls from around the country who loved to kick a ball for a living. It was incredible.

You hadn’t managed to bump into Sydney yet, both opposing teams having done their pitch inspection one after the other.

Once out for the warm up, you noticed Germany had beat the lionesses to their home pitch. Eagerly awaiting to ‘smash’ the lionesses once again in a final.

You spotted a small ponytail of blonde hair in the middle of a scrimmage, full focus on her face. The cute expression brought a smile to your face, always did.

“Y/N! Eyes forward! Focus!” One of the trainers shouted at you as you missed your turn to practice shooting.

A bright blush came to your cheeks as all your teammates realised who you were looking at before smashing the ball into the top corner, too quick and too far for a talented Mary Earps to save. All while Sydney was getting the same treatment for her reaction to that shot.

Germany were as quick to leave the pitch back to their changing rooms as they were to enter, leaving the lionesses to trail behind.

You weren’t too far behind Syd, whistling lowly to grab her attention before she pushed open the changing room door. You gestured for her to come over to where you were standing against a wall away from both the changing rooms.

“Hey..” You whispered, biting your lip as your lover came into close view.

“Hi..” A small sparkle of adoration flickered across her eyes as she got as close to you without touching. “How are you?”

“Nervous, I can admit to that.” Holding your hand out for her to finally hold, while standing up straight, “but ready to beat your ass.”

“Haha, yeah sure. Dream on, we’re taking it home.”

“You wish.”

You both stood in a calm silence for what felt like a while, until you blurted out:

“Are we going to be okay? After this? I know i’ll be proud if you win and i won’t be angry or anything or hold it against you, i promise our relationship will stay the same and...” You quickly rambled out, twisting your hands together.

A small frown appeared on Sydney’s face, her hands lifted up to cup your cheeks and she leant her forehead against yours.

The small action made you calm down immediately.

“Everything will be fine, our relationship will be fine, the feelings mutual. I win? I win. You win? You win. There’s no going back. There’s no going back from the i love yous, Y/N. You’re mine forever.”

Your eyes met hers as she gradually released herself from your hold, your lips brushing against hers as she lifted her forehead back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Just as you were about to finally pull her in for a good luck kiss, you were both interrupted by two slamming doors. Georgia and Lina.

Like you had been caught doing something much more, you both jumped away immediately and headed for your designated rooms not before giving Sydney a quick kiss on the forehead.

Again, everything will be okay.

Due to your mishap and unfocused situation during the warm up, the trainers advised to Sarina that you should be benched. Harsh, i know, we know but oh well. You took it with a pat on the back and a reassurance to go on with Alessia and Ella as a ‘super sub’. Sydney was also on the bench, so that left you to watch on before you could make your impact when the time comes.

The first half was tense, both teams creating chances, having shots on target and collecting yellow cards. It was obvious both teams wanted that trophy and accompanied medal today.

During half time, you and the other two super subs were informed you will be heading on about 10 to 15 minutes into the second half.

Fran Kirby for Ella Toone.

Ellen White for Alessia Russo.

Beth Mead for Y/F/N Y/L/N.

When it came to the time, you three were standing together. Stretching and warming up while waiting for the 4th official to make the call. You could hear the crowd go nuts, the appearance of the three young star players of the tournament giving them hope. You were gonna give them that hope.

Looking back, you could see the German bench. A familiar figure taking off her sub bib and tying her laces ready to also be substituted.

Tactical. She knew you better than any of the other german players. Credibly, you are the one to stop now.

Once Beth came off, you switched your game mode on and sprinted into position. You felt relaxed, calm and composed. You had confidence with the attendance supporting you and looking at your teammates faces, they thought so too.

Your thoughts came true as in the 62nd minute a long ball from Keira Walsh to Ella Toone, led the English side ahead. It was a beautiful goal, and assist, Ella chipping the ball calmly over the keepers head. The stadium was rocking, everyone was celebrating so hard you think the whole of London thought there was an earthquake happening.

1-0, England.

Before the restart, Germany decided to make a few substitutions. Your girlfriend being one of them, coming on for Sara Däbritz. You looked at her as she jogged into position, but she didn’t reciprocate, choosing to stay focused and not let any distractions bother her.

That proved right for her as we were taken off guard, Lina Magull’s shot, assisted by Tabea Waßmuth, went directly into the top corner. There’s was no way that could have been saved by the keeper, the defence was broken into and we were stolen from.

One all. Extra time.

Gathering over into a huddle beside the dugout, we all looked at each other as we sipped our water bottles. This was going to be tricky. Sarina decided to push us, wanting to get the trophy decided to the winner during extra time. There was no way any English player would want to go to penalties in an all important final, female or male. It wouldn’t work out. No way.

Sarina, being as relaxed as she is, brought great composure on the whole team. Ever since she arrived the whole team has never trusted a manager more, she wanted us to win, english or not. We wanted to make her proud.

Starting extra time was tricky, but not too tricky. England was gaining and creating more. One specific corner came in handy. Lauren Hemp stood up to take it. Thank Fuck she did.

It was an alright corner, you stood outside the 6 yard box waiting for the arrival. It was like time went slow and you could see exactly where the ball was going and coming in a perfect light.

You slammed your head on it and it slotted right past the keepers hands and you slipped right past your girlfriend who was marking you.

2-1, England.

You didn’t know quite how to react, you may have just scored the winning goal of the euro final. You just took off at lightening speed towards the dugouts, no need for a celebration as your teammates had all jumped onto your back causing you all to fall over.

You were shaking, your eyes already glossed over but there was still minutes on the clock, still time for Germany to react.

One thing you knew you and your team were good at was time wasting. Sarina asked you all to keep pushing during the second half of extra time, but you all reassured her that this technique will work. We are all English and arrogant, we always like to poke fun at our opponents, especially when they’re losing.

Our tactics definitely worked, winding up the Germans to the point where yellow cards were flying everywhere, more than the ball itself. We got the better half of it, gaining corners after corners and throw ins after throw ins until finally that whistle is blown.

Sarina’s face said it all, England have won their first ever tournament, on home soil, at Wembley.

Dropping to the floor, you covered your mouth with your hand as it fell open. You looked around and took it all in from there, you had done it.

“Y/N!! OH MY GOD.”

Alessia was the first one to you, as she was closest, pulling you up and gripping you into a hug.

The hug brought you back to reality, a few tears escaped the corner of your eyes and you looked over the pitch to see your teammates all the same. A pure look of euphoria spreading around the team.

Until you eyes caught sight of you opponents. They were all crying, laying on the floor, in each others arms, staring at the ground. They were the complete opposite.

Even though the German WNT had a lot of trophy history, the players still deserved it. Most of them young and new to the senior team, so they were in the same boat as any of the lionesses.

After the trophy ceremony, your eyes landed on a broken Sydney along with Laura and Klara fiddling with their silver pendants. You pondered whether you should walk over, not wanting it to be too soon. You choose to though, risking your chances.

Approaching carefully, you laid a small smile upon your face before a clumsy Ella Toone swings her arm around your shoulder and screams in your ear, “Champions baby!!” Right in front of them.

You jokingly pushed her away with a grin on your face before returning to your route. You took small steps until you were given a hint that it’s okay.

Klara noticed you first as Sydney bent down to sort her shin pads out. Removing her arm from around Laura, she gave you a quick hug and you reciprocated without a doubt and made sure to rub her back in sympathy.

“Congratulations.” She sniffled, giving a timid smile.

“You guys did so well, i’m so sorry. You deserve this just as much as we do.”

“Next time.” Laura winked.

You looked at Sydney next, her eyes big and wide. You heart immediately cracked, as she looked at you. You’ve never wanted to see her this upset in your life, ever, it made you forget everything that you’ve just achieved.

You took her into a tight embrace and she buried her face in your neck. You could feel a puddle of tears droop down the front of your jersey and the slight shake of her body. Your arms managed to hold her as tight as possible, rubbing her back as gently as you could before she abruptly pulled away. That made you panic, but her expression made you think twice.

“Stop. Go celebrate.” She managed to let out, nodding, “I’m fine.”

“Your not fine, i’m staying.”

“Y/N, please. I’m not asking you to i’m telling you.” she caught your hand in hers after you wipe a tear from her face and gave your palm a quick kiss, “Go.”

“She has us, she’ll be fine.” the others responded and encouraged you to go on.

“I’ll find you later, okay?” You whispered in her ear as you gave her one last hug on the pitch.

“No, celebrate with your team Y/N. Have fun. Don’t stress. I’ll see you in a few days. I promise.” Now getting impatient, she tries to push you away feeling that she is distracting you from the fun your teammates are having with the fans.

Unsure, you started walking backwards still looking at her, her shooing you away with her hands causing a little giggle to escape your mouth.

The lionesses had done it, they won their dear trophy.

Later on in the night, the lionesses were dancing the night away in a big room situated for them in their hotel. Loads of alcohol was passed around to family and friends, your parents already slightly tipsy becoming clingier to you and saying how proud they are.

You had your fair share of alcohol and dance floor moments, now you were sitting down on the floor against the wall with your phone in your hand.

Syd&lt;3

you: you up still?

You didn’t have much hope she was still awake, but you had a feeling.

Syd<;3: yeah x

Your phone buzzed in your hand, the notification displayed at the top of your screen. You smirked slightly placing the top of your phone on you lips, an idea popping into your head.

You checked Sydney’s location on find my iphone and said goodbye to your parents, telling them you were tired and was going to bed. Not before picking up a bottle of champagne.

You had made it out to the lobby when you catch sight of Leah.

“And where do you think your going, missus? Especially with booze.” Leah slurred, pointing at you.

“You’re so drunk,” You laughed, “I’m going out.”

“Where?”

“To where the german team is staying.”

“Oh right, you go see your girlfriend. Don’t worry about us.”

“I won’t.” You waved over your shoulder at her and chuckled at her when she tripped on a little step.

Luckily, outside your hotel there were a group of taxis and so after telling them where you would want to go, you were on your way.

Once you arrived at the entrance to their hotel is when you remember that you didn’t know Sydney’s room number, deciding to try the front desk to squeeze the information out of the small man that was just sitting there looking at you blankly.

“Hi. Do you happen to know what room Sydney Lohmann is staying in? Please?” You gave him an unsure grin as you tapped your fingers on the desk.

“I’m sorry but i can’t give that information out, you know… safety reasons.” He went back to typing on his computer.

“okay…” You turned around and headed towards the lifts, hoping to find someone you knew from the team.

“Y/N?” An unsurprised voice sounded from behind you.

“Lena.. hi.” You twisted your body around to face her and gave her a cheeky grin.

She sighed immediately knowing what you want. “She’s in room 236.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You turned back to the row of lifts and called for one. The lift doors opened and she got in with you.

“Erm do you happen to know…”

“floor 3.” She mumbled still looking at her phone.

“mhm.” You hummed pressing the button, guessing hers was the same when she made no move.

When the doors finally opened, you scrambled your way out looking at every room number until you found 236.

Knocking gently, in case she was now asleep, you leant your head on the door frame waiting for the door to move.

When it does you are given the sight of Sydney in her towel, her eyes immediately widening, “What the fuck?”

“Hi.” You gave her a little wave, the past alcohol now hitting you. “I brought this..” You mumbled as you held up the bottle of champers in her face.

Tucking her towel securely in place, she lifted her hands to stop you waving the bottle around and pulled you inside. “I can see that. How did you know where i am? I never told you?”

You stared at her as you flopped onto her bed, immediately coming to the knowledge that these were significantly more comfier than yours. “Your beds are much comfier than ours, that’s not fair.”

“Y/N, listen to me.”

“Huh? Ok, ok. I stalked you on find my iphone and Lena was in the lobby.” You gave her a big grin, looking up at her.

“You’re so stupid. Why didn’t you just ask me?” She giggled, walking over to her suitcase for a pair of underwear.

Getting up with her, you pulled her into your front by her waist and started tracing your lips down her neck.

“Y/N, no this is not the time.” Sydney sternly mentioned when your hands tried undoing the knot at the top of her towel. “You’re drunk.”

“Am not drunk.”

Sydney gave you an ‘are you serious look’ as she pulled on her underwear, grabbing the rest of her pyjamas to put on in the bathroom.

“Hey, where you going? Not fair.” You whined as you sat back on her bed.

She simply blew you a kiss in return.

Once she returned from the bathroom, she found you sound asleep on the bed. She sighed at the fact you still had your shoes on and the trickiest things to get off of you without waking you up.

After she had achieved to do so without waking you up was when she realised how intoxicated you actually are. Going back to the bathroom to rummage through her wash bag for any pills, she found a near empty pack of paracetamol and placed it on the bedside table closest to you with a glass of water.

After tucking you in she travelled round to her side, where she was pulled in roughly by you. Your arms clung on to her, almost afraid she’ll leave. Sydney ran her hands through you hair as you laid upon her chest, “I love you so much and i’m so proud. Always.”

Placing one final kiss on the top of your head before drifting off as well.

#sydney lohmann x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso one shot #woso x reader #dfb frauen #bayern munich #bayern munich frauen #sydney lohmann imagine #wolfsburg frauen #georgia stanway #leah williamson

[magewritesstories]

James Potter // I Love You

summary: The three times James Potter tells you he loves you, and the one time you say it back. TW: mentions of fighting, James being James and not taking no for an answer (not completely creepy though), and alcohol consumption note: I love this man, and this aesthetic

The red and orange leaves crunched under your feet. It was the first week back at Hogwarts, and also your first Care Of Magical Creatures class.

 The schoolyards smelled like rain after a long dry season, and it was just warm enough for you to dress in a comfortable white cardigan— made of wool because it’s still winter in England— and your white maxi skirt which had a pink flower print.

You closed your eyes, taking in the peace and quiet. It was 8:45 in the morning, and most classes didn’t start until 9:30, so there was barely another student in sight.

“Hey!”

You instinctively rolled your eyes at the sound of the voice behind you. You pivoted, fully-facing James, and you gave him a tight-lipped smile, “Hello, James.”

The brunet grinned at you, “Hey, [Y/N], so, have you made up your mind yet?” he asked, sheepishly rubbing his neck.

You raise an eyebrow at the question, “I thought I was pretty obvious last night James, remember when you decided to declare your love for me during dinner?” the 13-year-old shrugged, “Well, I just thought you were a bit vague is all.”

“ “When pigs fly” is vague?” You asked incredulously, but before he could reply, “Well, let me be more clear: I, [Y/N] [Y/L/N], will never go out with you.” The boy laughed, “Never say never, darling.” You rolled your eyes, turning back, “Whatever, Potter.”

“But I love you!?”

“Too bad!”

You sighed twirling your pink pen in your hands. Spring of ‘74 had decided to be unbelievably nice. There was a cool breeze ruffling through your hair, as you sat under a large willow tree trying to finish your arithmetics notes.

All your friends still had classes— since they all had a different schedule than you— which meant you were sitting alone, wracking your brain and regretting your decision of picking this over divination

At least Trelawny gave out sympathy P’s...

“[Y/N], my darling, treasure of my heart, how are you on this fine day?” James asked, loudly announcing his presence. You sighed, letting your head fall. Great, first Professor Fahey was giving you a hard time and now this guy.

“Amazing, until you came along.”

James let himself fall down onto the blanket, hand over his heart, “You wound me, my love,” He sighed, dramatically, “Why do you hurt me, when all I do is love you?”

“Leave me alone, James.”

“Never, [Y/N].”

You buried your face in the pages of Arithmetics For Dummies, half out of annoyance, and half as an attempt to hide your blush. But apparently, your ears liked James more than you, and they betrayed.

“Oh. My. Merlin!” James exclaimed, practically jumping up, he softly pulled the book away from your face. He leaned in to get a better look at your face. The two of you were now nose to nose. 

His lips looked so soft, and kissable, maybe—

“I actually made you blush!” He said happily. Welp, there goes that thought. You quickly turned your head. You grabbed your bag, as well as the books and notebooks scattered across the blanket, before standing up and walking away.

“Oh come on, [Y/N] don’t be shy, it’s okay, you like me!”

A cold breeze ran through your sheer navy blue top. It was nearly midnight, and the stars were out on full display. You sighed, looking at the seemingly never-ending shining specks of light.

“Hey, you enjoying yourself?”

You almost didn’t recognize the voice, because of the softness. James sat down next to you, dangling his legs down the pier. You buried your face in your arms, which were wrapped around the knees and pressed against your chest.

“What do you want James?”

“Nothing, you just looked like you could use the company.”

“Why are you so persistent, James?” You asked, turning your head towards the Gryffindor prefect. He shrugged, looking up at the sky “I thought it was obvious— especially after I’ve said it a million times— I love you, [Y/N], I think you’re amazing and cool and way too smart for your own good, and I would be very lucky to date you.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his cheesiness. He turned his head towards you, offering you a small smile in return. You leaned in, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

“So take me out on a date.”

“What?”

“You, me, Honeydukes next weekend.”

James stared at you like a deer in headlights. “Really?” He asked, trying to fight the grin forming on his face. You nodded shyly, hoping that the redness of your cheeks wasn’t visible against the stark darkness of the night.

Once it was completely processed, James tackled you onto the ground in a bear hug. “Yes, yes, yes!” He shouted, “I promise you won’t regret it!”

You laughed at the elated expression on his face.

“I’m sure I won’t, Jamie.”

The room was an absolute mess. There were posters all over the wall next to them, and there was a cabinet above his desk filled to the brim with trophies. Three walls were painted a crème-coloured white, with the accent wall a muted red.

You sat on the bed, back pressed against James’s chest, snuggled up under a blanket, despite it being 20 degrees out. You squirmed a little as James attacked your neck and jaw with loving kisses.

You let out a laugh, something that James always argued sounded like angels singing, trying to get out from under his grip. But he just tightened his arms around your waist.

“James— James, let go,” you managed to say in between laughs as he started to tickle you.

“Never, [Y/N],”

After a few minutes, he stopped, letting you catch your breath. By now you’d fully turned towards him. The book you’d been reading long forgotten on his bed. James pulled you closer, placing a kiss on your lips, and then another one.

“James, stop it, you’re mom’s gonna walk in!” You chastised, although you kept complying every time he leaned in for another. He shrugged it off, “Nah, my mom won’t come in,” before you could add to the concern, he added, “And neither will Sirius unless he wants to be traumatised.”

You rolled your eyes that the exaggeration before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. You smiled, looking into the brown eyes that had slowly but surely become a comfort for you over the past year.

You’d fallen in love with James Potter.

You could practically hear the younger version of you let out an offended gasp, with bright red cheeks, of course.

But there was nothing you could do about it now, except for tell him and hope he felt the same.

“I love you,” you said shyly, trying to avoid looking into his eyes. You felt his grip on your waist loosen just a little. His face fell into an expression of shock, before splitting into a grin. “What did you say?” He asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes, face still burning, “You heard me.” James grinned, “I’ve waited three years to hear that.” You rolled your eyes,placing a kiss on his lips.

“I love you, James Potter.”

“I love you, [Y/N] [Y/L/N].”

#james potter #james potter x reader

[luvneymar]

(2) ALL I WANTED WAS U — JUDE BELLINGHAM

SUMMARY: After coming back from a one-night stand with his his best friend, Jude realizes you don’t see him. He’s in love with you and you don’t see him.

PARING: bestfriend!jude x bestfriend!reader

NOTE: DRAMA?🤣 jude is a literal simp and my mission during this fic is to make sure y’all know dat !!!

“C’mon guys! Hustle! The tournament is in 3 weeks and you all are sloppy! Mount & Grealish stop giggling like schoolgirls and start running!” The coach for the men’s England World-Cup team screeched from the sidelines rubbing the sweat off his forehead as his veins bulged in anger.

The rest of the team were causally jogging just fast enough for the angry man to not yell at them but not Jude. Jude was either right behind them or right in-front of them ignoring all of them despite their best efforts to talk to the boy.

With his headphones on his ears he was in his own zone, his own space thinking about what you both had talked about just around 2 weeks ago. Your words ran laps around his mind 24/7 for the last 14 days.

“I slept with Trent.”.

“I fucked Trent.”

“I had sex with Trent.”

No matter how he worded it in his mind it was still the same, the deed had been done. You fucked him & there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He felt like a non-consensual cuck. Stuck in a three-way that didn’t even exist.

I mean how can you not know that he’s been pining for you since forever. Ever since Trent & all his other friends constantly mentioned how hot you looked in this & how great your rack looked in that he finally saw the bigger picture & came to terms with the weird fuzzy feeling in his stomach he’d get every time you’d kiss him on the cheek or hugged him.

“Jude! Why you running all alone? Join us!” Trent yelled out signalling Saka, Phil & Marcus to slow down & wait for him to catch up. Jude hadn’t even acknowledged Trent’s call despite hearing him loud and clear. He jogged right passed them as if he hadn’t heard.

They all looked at him with a weird face jogging up towards Jude stopping him as they grabbed his shoulder stopping him from running off. “Hey didn’t you hear me? Slow down.”

Jude shrugged his hand off and tried to jog off but Trent’s hold was quite strong forcing him to stay in place placing him into a full-stop. He pulled off his headphones in anger shrugging his hand off as he turned to look at the group. “Oh my days, What!”

“Geez dude, what bug crawled up your ass?” Phil muttered through a chuckle which caused Marcus & Saka to snort causing some weird domino of laughter, Jude’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he motioned to place his ear phones back onto his head.

“Sorry sorry, what’s going on with you? We haven’t talked in like two weeks.” Trent asked concerned smacking Jude on his butt lightly signalling him to continue walking jogging after he caught the look of annoyance on the coach’s face.

“Nothing I’m just anxious for the tournament.” Jude brushed him off with a statement that wasn’t even true. Just seeing his face pissed him off so bad which made him angry all the time.

“Your right. France is definitely going to hand a lot of countries their asses on polished silverware.” He joked looking around to see if anyone else laughed at his joke, Jude rolled his eyes as he prayed that Trent would cut the conversation short.

How can he just make a causal conversation just weeks after he literally told him so casually that he had sex with you in details that ran laps in the right, left, front & centre part of his brain. Just thinking about it made Jude want to beat the shit out of him.

“Whatever.” He grumbled with annoyances laced in his voice.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting like a little bitch ever since I told you about what happened a few weeks ago.” Trent questioned also irritated that his friend was ascribe flaky.

“What happened a few weeks ago?” They all questioned, wanting to find out what was making their friend so pissy.

“Y’know (Name)? (Name, Last Name)? Jude’s friend? Yeah met her at the club we went to a 2 weeks ago and managed to get her into bed. Told Jude how mind-blowing it was and now he’s pissy.”

“Oh her? Shit I’d be mad too. She fine as fuck, I’d just be mad you got to tap that before I did.” Phil mentioned in a broken sentence unable to control his laughter.

As the group laughed Jude poked his cheek with his tongue trying remain calm & collected, it was quite hard seeing as how he was literally listening to his friend objectify you in a vulgar manner with no respect for you at all.

“Judey lighten up! There are other girls out there. Girls your age. She wouldn’t shack up with you even if you were the only man on earth. You have girls flocking after you left & right.” Marcus slapped Jude on the back after finally calming down from the laughter than had went around.

“She’s probably not into younger men anyways, I mean you just graduated high-school a few months ago. She probably graduating soon.” Trent mention remind Jude once again about the age gap you both had in.

“Won’t that make her look like a cougar anyway? Find out if she has a sister of something. You gotta forget about her.” Trent added making the group burst in laughter once again.

Hearing them home about you in that way in an attempt to try and make him feel better about the fact that you were “too old” for him just pissed him off even more.

Jude stopped in his tracks & pulled Trent by his shirt stopping him his tracks too abruptly, “Im not pissy i’m pissed you cunt, my “problem” is that you slept with my friend knowing damn well I had feelings for her you fucking ass!”

After he said nothing but chaos insured, Jude spun Trent around so he could face him as he proceeded to give him a dirties punch of the century. Trent stumbled back a bit holding his nose in pain cursing all sorts of profanities before walking up to Jude & within the same split second punching him in his eye.

“You fucking bastard.” Jude mumbled before proceeding to jump on-top of Trent punching him in his face a few times before Trent managed to roll him over getting a few punches on his face as well.

Many different rows of profanities were passed around until the group had decide to step in thinking about the nearer future & how this could effect the result of the tournament they were training for.

“Guys knock it off!” Phil shouted out trying to pull Trent away from Jude as they assaulted each other just to get punched in the nose instead, hearing the groan he let out the rest of the team turned around to see the commotion altering the coach as-well.

The coach rushes over towards the pair who had bruises & a bit of blood on both of them as they continued to drown in testosterone using their natural male instincts to figure out their differences.

“What the hell! Guys break it up now! Whatever your fighting about I promise you it isn’t worth it!” The coach yelled out standing in between the 2 men sending a reasonable distance between the two stopping them from sending anymore punches each others ways.

Once the fight had ceased to exist the coach turned to Trent seeing as how he was in worse shape than Jude with a busted lip, a head laceration & a bruised eye. “Who started the fighting?”

“That fucking cunt right there.” Trent spit out the blood that rested in his mouth before pointing to Jude who stood there with Phil trying to hold him back from trying to attack Trent once again.

“Jude come with me. Now.” Jude wiped away some of the blood from his forehead as Phil wrapped his arm around Jude helping him walk away from the circle that formed and towards the building where the coach’s office was.

Once they reached there the coach signalled Phil to exit the room as he wanted to talk to Jude alone. As soon as the door closed the coach bursted in the a fit of anger yelling at Jude as he throw different types of things off his desk onto the wall behind Jude.

“What the hell were you thinking? Has your cranium suddenly stopped working and all your common sense has been flushed down the drain?” He yelled out poking his finger into the side of his head as Jude stood there staring at his shoes that were stained with mud & some splotches of blood.

“But He—!” Jude tried explain with no avail.

“No speaking when I’m speaking! I don’t want to hear it. Your my star pupil. Hand picked from the best of the best. You cant be fighting with your companions like that.” He lectured Jude finally calming down enough to speak to him rationally.

The coach looked up at him just to see his eyes hadn’t moved from the spot on the floor it had been for the past minute, “I’m honestly disappointed Jude. I didn’t expect this from you of all people. You’re much more mature than the others even for your age.”

“Well tell that to the bastard talking shit.” Jude muttered under his breath trying to get a word in his defence.

The coach raised his eyebrow as he heard what Jude said but wanted him to say it with his chest. “Did you have something to say Bellingham?”

“No sir, sorry.”

“You’re going to apologize to him and you’re going to be benched for the a while for the starting games. That’s your punishment.” The coach walked towards the door signalling Jude to follow him.

“But I—!”

“No buts. Now get out before I start searching for a replacement for you.” Jude’s hands failed down to his sides in defeat as he walked out of the office grinding his teeth in frustration.

if you could just get a word in the coach would see how this situation wasn’t even his fault, but he knew there was no point in trying to explain himself once the coach made up his mind he made up his mind. 

 As he walked back onto the field, bandages decorated all over his face he heard the whispers from his teammates. see who was whispering about him just to see the same four who instigated the whole problem. “Look, look here he comes.”

fortunately, the rest of the practice goes smoothly without any more disturbances from Trent and Jude as the coach make sure that they were both separated heavily and did the exercise at two different times just to make sure another fight wouldn’t happen. 

—

“I’m back.” Jude announced in a solemn and dull voice like a defeated puppy, how could he possibly come back home and face you after he basically went all warrior ninja on Trent because of you. It was too embarrassing on his part.

As he works as he walked towards the common area, he heard a voice that was all too familiar to him. He couldn’t exactly put a pin on it, but he knew that it was somebody he knew. 

“Hey Jude.” You greeted him turning your head from the screen playing a random Christmas movie quickly before turning it back snuggling into the mysterious figure that rested beside you.

as he looked up from the floor, all the pieces finally came together for him the very person he beat the shit out of that very afternoon with sitting beside, you, snuggled up into your chest casually scrolling on his phone.

“What the fuck? Why is he here?” The words came flying out of his mouth before he could even stop it, you turned to look at him with a sheepish smile on your face pulling your hand from around him to fidget with your fingers.

“Well you left so abruptly this morning I wasn’t able to tell you.” You muttered pausing the movie which caused the anonymous man to look up from his phone cunning smile on his face as he waved to Jude head still semi-snuggled into your chest.

“Hey man.” Trent waved to him half-assed stupid smug smile still resting on his face.

“Don’t ‘Hey Man’ me I’ll fucking kill you.” Jude dropped his bag by the side of the couch, and walk towards chance just for you to stand up in between them, trying to stop a fight from arising.

“Jude no! No more fighting. If you have a problem make your issues vocal. Just, no more fighting. Please.” You begged him looking up at him with the eyes you had to know had an hypnotic effect on him.

“Fine.” He muttered absolutely defeated. he had been utterly shame today not only had he basically confessed his feelings to his friend about his newfound girlfriend he beat the shit out of him just for him to get his wounds licked by you.

He walked away towards the direction of his room & closed the door quite aggressively, he hadn’t even recognized himself. He he isn’t the type of person to slam doors whenever he’s upset or try to fight people whenever they have a difference.

but that was just the effect you had on him.  you were able to make him go absolutely insane basically put him under your spell like a wizard. even though you were currently resting in trance, arms, kissing on him, loving on, and touching on him, and fucking on him.

He was determined to make sure that you’d be his at the end of the day. Ever since the day you both met he was sure that you’d be his one day even if he had to get rid roadblocks like Trent, he’d gladly do so. 

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Enemies to lovers

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Jude Bellingham x baller!reader

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"A favor?"

You repeat, the words feeling thick and heavy on your tongue. A part of you suspects that he's about to pull a fast one and make some belittling joke at your expense.

Or he's going to ask you to do something completely impossible for him, just so he can prove his point that, haha, you fucked up!

Because there's really no conceivable reason that he would-

"You need me to act as your boyfriend for the wedding thing. Fine. But I need you to..."

He trails off, and you stare in awe as a light pink hue dusts his cheeks. Is Jude... blushing? You'd seen him blush out of rage before, many times actually, but never... shyness? Is that what this even is?

"...It'll be easier if I just explain it first."

Nodding, you feel like you're stuck in some kind of trance as he sits down on top of the desk next to yours. He sighs again, and then those blood-red eyes are focused on you.

"My parents are... fuckin' nutcases. I don't know if you've heard much about them, but they're kinda well- respected in England. Not like your aunt, just pretty influential in politics n' shit."

You openly stare at him, head tilted.

"I, uh, don't follow."

A glare. "So let me fucking finish then, eh?"

Bristling, you bite your tongue and grit out a strained apology. He just rolls his eyes in response and continues on.

"Anyways, my mom's been creepily invested in like, making sure I have a girlfriend so I can 'continue the family lineage.' I'm still 19 so it doesn't make much sense, but it's just for her to show it off I guess."

He makes air quotes with his fingers as he speaks, and you almost want to laugh a bit because the idea of Jude having a wife and kids is just... unrealistic. He looks away, eyes hardening as his tone shifts into something more somber. "So then I had a girlfriend, but we uh, broke up a few months ago."

Hold the fucking phone. Jude had a girlfriend? Like, as in living breathing girl? Who was interested in actually dating him?

Your attempt to conceal the look of shock clearly written across on your face utterly fails, because Jude instantly notices before you can even try to correct yourself. The look he gives you makes your spine go rigid.

"The fuck you looking like that for?"

"Nothing," you say a bit too quickly. "so then what about the rest of the favor?" He scowls for a few moments longer, as if he's wondering if he really wants to pursue an argument right now, then thankfully drops the issue altogether and continues talking. You let out a breath you weren't even aware you'd been holding, feeling slightly victorious at the fact that for once you've managed to avoid a giant mess. It's a nice change of pace.

"As I was saying, we broke up, but my mom doesn't know that. Hell, she didn't even meet my girlfriend to begin with. Was just happy to know I had one, and then bragged about it to all her friends or whatever."

Your fingers begin to drum wildly against your desk. You've got a feeling you know where this is going, and it does not appeal to you.

"But you're single now, so she doesn't know?"

"Yeah. Which is where you come in."

Yep. Laughing nervously, you stand from your seat and grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.

"Yeah, look... I know I fucked up with the whole phone call thing, and I'm sorry about that, but I am NOT going to be your pretend girlfriend for god knows how long just because your mom-"

He makes a face, appearing as if you've just gravely offended him.

"What? Why the fuck would I ever want that? Idiot, it's only going to be for one night, not a year."

A short laugh escapes his lips, curt and blunt. “You think I'd enjoy having you of all people as my girlfriend?"

You wince, because ouch, but at the same time, you'd probably reply with the exact same thing had he been the one to insinuate that. So it's fair, you suppose. "Only one night?" Is your hesitant response. "My mom's got a stupid party with her fellow political snobs coming up in a week," he grumbles, leg swinging impatiently.

"I just need you to pose as my girlfriend for the party. That's all."

Mulling over your options, you bite your lip and give him a skeptical glance.

"So that's it? And then you'll- you'll do the wedding thing with me?"

Jude nods. You then start to feel slightly bad, because here he is only requiring you to act as his significant other for one night, whereas you'll be having him act for a week... "Are you sure it's a fair exchange?" You mumble, nervously picking at the seams of your shorts. Rolling his eyes for the billionth time, he hops off of the desk and snorts.

"I get out of having my mom scream at me and get a free vacation to fucking Malibu?"

"The Bahamas," you correct him.

Another eye roll. You silently hope that they stay stuck in the back of his head someday.

"Whatever, same difference. So yeah, it's a pretty fair exchange.

I mean, we just fake "break up" after the wedding or whatever." He hums to himself a bit, before grimacing slightly. His next words are nothing more but a mumble, and you strain to hear them.

"But, if anything, we're both kinda getting fucked over here." You narrow your eyes suspiciously. "Hey, hold on, I never explicitly agreed to all of this. What do you mean by that?"

A sort of realization dawns on him. He slowly faces you before flashing a sarcastic grin in response, his sharp canines now visible at the corners of his mouth.

"Come on, you didn't think this was gonna be as easy as just saying we're dating and expecting people to believe it, did you?"

Heat rises to your cheeks. "I- I don't follow." "It means," he says, taking a few slow steps towards you. "that you and I are gonna have to actually play the part. I mean if we're both all stiff-shouldered and awkward, ya think your aunt is really be convinced that we're actually dating?"

"I mean, it- it doesn't matter too much, right?"

God, you hope your face isn't as red as it feels. And then Jude is directly in front of you, both of his hands squarely planted on the desk as he looms over you. You're now certain that it is as red as it feels. It's unclear to you if you're more flustered over the blatant invasion of your personal space, or... no, you're not finishing that thought.

"Here's the thing, 'babe,' " he growls, his voice strained. "you can try and convince your aunt about whatever the fuck you want. I'm definitely not complaining if I don't have to bring the whole romance shtick along on the trip. That would be ideal, actually, cause there's no way I'm trying to shack up with you."

His face is now only inches from yours, hot breath slightly fanning across your cheeks. You think your heart has leapt straight into your throat. Since when has it been this hard to breathe?

"But with my family, you're not getting away with any of that half-assed crap. So whether you like it or not - and I can assure you that I for one don't -we're gonna have to get used to acting like a real couple. Otherwise, this isn't gonna work. Understand?"

You physically cannot move, only offering a blank stare in response. He smirks in a patronizing sort of way, seemingly mistaking your bewildered reaction for one of fear. As if he expected you to react this way all along.

"Unless, of course, princess prude here can't do that. So make your choice."

Hold on, is he trying to scare you off?

Oh, he definitely is.

He takes your momentary silence as an answer and chuckles.

"That's what I thought."

You've been described as a lot of things that you can agree with. Easily flustered, hard-headed, passionate... the list goes on. You've also been described as incredibly stubborn. Petty, too. And those statements are just as factual.

"Well, if you change your mind, I'll probably have until tomorrow before I go looking for a stand-in" Jude shrugs, finally backing up from your desk and turning toward the door.

"but otherwise, if you can't do it, we're probably done here-"

All things considered, you're guessing that he probably didn't expect you to stand from your seat and grab him roughly by the back of his shirt. He lets out a startled noise as you yank him towards you, forcing him to face you as your fist bunches in his collar. Pulling him down to meet you eye-to-eye, your response is forced from your lips with a ferocity that surprises even you.

"Try me." You regret the words the momont they leave your mouth. But you're too busy relishing in Jude startled expression to really care. He stares at you for a few moments longer, seemingly dumbfounded, before abruptly prying your hand off of him with a look of disdain. He smoothes out his shirt with a smile.

"Damn, didn't know princess prude had some balls on her."

Trying to maintain your false facade of confidence, you cross your arms stubbornly.

"The joke's only funny once. Don't call me that." And for a moment you swear he smirks, a smirk that's not full of hatred or sarcasm for once, but it's quickly replaced with his normal resting bitch face that you've seen so frequently over the course of the past semester. "Alright," he grumbles.

"Let me give you my number so we can plan shit out." You hand him your phone, and he quickly punches in his contact before carelessly tossing it back to you. It almost slips from your grasp, and you glare daggers at him as you fumble to recover it.

"Watch it, asshole." He just sniggers.

"Yeah, whatever. Anyways I'm blasting this dump. Later, princess prude." "I said, don't fucking call me that!"

You shout after him as he exits the room, fists trembling with anger.

"Whatever the princess commands."

"You're not funny!"

"Don't care." It's the last thing you hear before he disappears out of the room and down the hallway, leaving you to stand in place, furious, and process what exactly you just agreed to. Jude is your fake boyfriend. What the fuck?

It feels taboo to even think about. An even scarier realization that hits you with the speed of a freight train is that to everyone else, Jude is now your real boyfriend.

Crouching down, you wrap your arms around your knees and resist the urge to scream. By the time you make it through the rest of your classes and back to your apartment, you think you're about to drop dead on your feet. You'd been too focused on what had happened back in the empty room with Jude to really pay attention to any of your lectures, instead debating whether or not you should just call the whole thing off and stick to trying to pay your aunt back, or roll with it and move onto the next set of problems that would arise from sticking with it. Is he still going to tell people you two aren't actually dating? Are you still going to be outed as a liar?

God, you hope not. Hell, you'd even written out a whole pros and cons list during your last class, which you were now reviewing from the privacy and comfort of your bed.

PROS: No Tom (Jude is somehow more bearable, cause at least he's not a creep) Aunt + Mom are happy (no guilt-tripping) Don't have to pay aunt Sylvie back VACATION TO BAHAMAS??? Maybe won't be outed for "lying" (did I lie tho) Not permanent I'm technically doing something nice for someone else at

I'm technically doing something nice for someone else at the same time :))))

(kind of, fuck you Jude)

CONS: He's not Tom but he's also still Jude and that means that I have to deal with the asshole for basically a month

Family is gonna ask questions Prep stuff for the fake dating I guess Oh god do I have to kiss him??

Might still have to deal with the Rice thing and being called a liar Have to deal with HIS family asking questions And... that's about it.

At first glance, you try to convince yourself that both sides are semi-even, but... the cons are mostly superficial or just plain uncertain, now that you look at them. And the pros are stupidly strong and... shit.... The only big thing you'll be sacrificing is your dignity. And your time and patience. No, no. That's still worth something right? Maybe not. Are you seriously about to go along with this? And as if on cue, your phone buzzes with a text from Jude.

From: Jude

6:17 PM

Hey, I told Rice the rumors are true. Might be easier for you and I to keep our story straight. We can just tell him we broke up

You stare quizzically at the message for a few moments, sort of in awe. He still sounds as harsh as ever but this is... oddly considerate of him.

Did someone steal his phone or something?

From: Jude

6:19 PM

Your name in my phone is Princess Prude, just thought you should know.

Never mind.

Definitely the same guy.

From: You

6:20 PM

Why

From: Jude

6:20 PM

Cause it pisses you off

From: you

6:21 PM

was about to thank you for what I thought was a really nice gesture but now all I have to say is fuck you

You make a new contact name for him and send a screenshot.

From: Judyhoe

6:22 PM

The fuck? "Judyhoe?" You've got some meedy insults yk. And the feeling is mutual btw

He sends a middle finger emoji with nothing else, and you suppose that's the end of the conversation.

But despite all the insults, his infuriating personality, and the shit you're probably going to have to put up with...

At least he's not Tom

-

Naturally, Mason had been the first in your admittedly small social circle to know the truth; he was probably your closest friend on camp at this point. And considering the fact that you had kind of ghosted her since the end of training, you supposed it was only right to fill him in on what was going on.

That, and you weren't sure if you'd remain mentally stable enough if you'd kept all of this a secret.

"Are you shitting me?" Was the first thing he'd said when you'd finally picked up her calls. The whole ordeal had been explained over text - a tedious process, looking back.

But you'd just been too embarrassed to recount everything out loud.

"No," you mumble, rolling over in your bed so you can stare at the ceiling. "I swear I'm not."

You hear him inhale sharply, before he starts laughing like a maniac. Reddening, you clench your fists as you sit up in bed, shouting words of indignation into the speaker as he continues to cackle at your expense.

"You and Jude-" he seems to be almost laughing through tears.

"You guys are faking... This can't be real. You guys are like Arsenal and spurs!" Grumbling, you slouch.

"I know, and yes, it is real."

"Are- are you two sharing a fucking BED on your vacation?" He howls, trying to catch his breath, and you try your damndest not to hang up right then and there as your face goes aflame at his suggestion.

"No!" Comes your high-pitched squeal.

"Me? Share a bed with that asshole? He would probably suffocate me in my sleep!"

"I dunno, maybe it's the perfect time to figure out if one of you has a degrading kink-" Grinding your teeth, you glare down at your phone.

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to end the call." he half-heartedly apologizes as his laughter dissolves into giggles.

You just sigh, one hand rubbing at your temples. This is going to be a painfully long month.

"So..." he starts. "how do you honestly feel about it?" his tone is genuinely curious this time.

Humming, you search for an answer. "I don't know," is your honest reply. "I'm relieved, because it kinda solved three problems all at once but... I'm also really dreading the whole thing. I'm scared something's gonna get fucked up along the way."

A short laugh. "Fair enough. I'll be surprised if you two don't kill each other before the whole party thing." You silently agree.

"So like, to convince his parents, is he gonna have to practice kissing you or something?"

The sound that leaves your mouth is nothing short of a squeak. Oh, you can practically hear him grinning over the phone.

"Oh? Looks like someone isn't prepared. What if he pulls you onto his lap, huh? Wraps his arms around your waist..."

"That's not- Shut up!" is your garbled reply, throat constricting at the thought. "If I didn't know any better, you sound flustered~" he purrs.

No, you protest very firmly. You aren't flustered. You're just grossed out. The thought is appalling to you. One hundred percent. He can tell that you're lying. And shit, why the fuck is it making you flustered? He's a fucking dickhead. And you genuinely do hate him. But he's a hot dickhead, a voice in the back of your head whispers, and you try to beat it over the head with an imaginary baseball bat. Ok. Fine. He's attractive. You'll admit it. And you hate it, because otherwise, you wouldn't be nearly as flushed thinking about all of this.

And why do all the assholes get to be attractive??

You don't realize you've said all of this aloud to Mason until he bursts out laughing again, much to your embarrassment, and then you have to spend a whole five minutes shutting him up. He's not going to let you live this down. Not for a long while. The two of you continue to talk about the logistics of the arrangement for about an hour longer - you pointedly ignore a few of the sly jokes he slips in here and there - before he has to leave for his family dinner

And when the call finally ends, you can't help but feel a tiny bit relieved that this isn't a secret you need to carry alone anymore.

Your phone buzzes with a text.

From: money mase

8:49 PM Just always remember the importance of condoms and good ol birth control

You should've just kept your mouth shut. From: You

8:50 PM I have no idea why you're so convinced that we're going to do anything. This is literally a contract out of convenience.

From: money mase

8:51 PM That's what they all say, mate

From: You

8:52 PM The day I fuck Jude is the day you finally confess to Declan

He doesn't respond to that one. The rest of the night passes without much of a hitch. You do get a few curious messages on your social media asking about Jude, but you elect to ignore them for now, favoring the sweet embrace of sleep.

And when you finally manage to drift off to sleep after what feels like ages of constant tossing and turning, your dreams are filled with brown eyes that burn through your body over and over, until nothing of you remains but charred ash.

From: Judyhoe

8:15 AM Meet me today at my apartment after lunch so we can plan shit out for the party. I've only got one massage class, so I'll be here all day. And don't keep me waiting

Waking up to a text from Jude feels like whiplash. (a/n referenced the best movie to exist;)

And waking up to a text from Jude demanding you to come to his apartment, of all places, more so. And what does he mean by "plan shit out?" You mull over whether or not you should fake sick and bail, gingerly sipping at your coffee. But then comes the reminder that all of this technically counts as an obligation now, thanks to your poor critical thinking skills that are permanently coupled with your big fat mouth

You told him to send his adress. He does, and you can't help but gawk when you recognize the location because holy shit, it's in a really nice area in London. You always seemed to forget that some on the team lives by themselves rather than on camp like you. Simply out of convenience. Your cat rubs against your ankles with a purr, and you pick her up, scratching behind her ears as you silently pray that today won't be a complete disaster on your end.

Unfortunately, things are already looking glum. The stares are even more prominent today. Probably a result of Jude's confirmation with Declan about it all. You even overhear a huddled group of girls whispering as you pass, shooting you a few glares. You try your best to ignore it all, but by the time you slide into your seat at lunch, you want to do nothing but hide.

It'll pass, you think to yourself, desperate for consolation. He's basically a high class celebrity, so of course it's a hot topic. But it'll pass soon. Old news. Despite your anxiety about, well, everything, everything pass by far too quickly.

It's 4 PM before you even realize it. Wait, why are you so worked up over this? It's just a stupid meeting. Nothing weird is going to happen. It's just a result of everything Mason said last night. And even if you have to practice being... being a couple, it's not like he's going to do anything

Right? You should bail. But as you pull up his messages and start typing out an excuse to remain hiding at home with your cat, you can practically envision Jude calling you "princess prude" again, and it's all the conviction you need to erase the stupid message, grab your bag, and stride as you confidently head for his apartment.

The confidence lasts for a whole twenty minutes, until you reach the lobby of the apartment building. You're not sure if it can even be classified as a lobby, it looks more like a resort. There's even a bar to the right.

You instantly feel out of place, suddenly hyper-aware of your admittedly plain looking clothing in contrast to the other walking around in designer brands. Not because you couldn't afford them but because it wouldn't fit you.

Shit, maybe you should've worn something your aunt gifted you... You catch a few people giving you sideways glances, some hostile, others curious. Probably recognizing who you were. Pulling out your phone, you retreat to a corner and quickly send a text to Jude.

From: You

4:25 PM I'm here please come down idk how this place works and the posh people are staring at me

From: Judyhoe

4:25 PM are you serious

You wait for a few more minutes, idly shuffling your feet as you try your best to stay out of everyone's direct line of sight.

Not just because you definitely look out of place, but also because the people living here probably know Jude. Which means they also probably know about Jude.

Which means they also probably know about you. And there seems to be very mixed reception to that. And then you spot him coming into the lobby, adorning a plain black tank top and matching black sweats. And for a second, you want to laugh, because he looks just as out of place as you do.

But he very obviously isn't, judging from the way that everyone greets him as he passes.

He offers nothing more than a nod of acknowledgement in response, even to the two glammed up girls that try to rest their hands on his arms in an attempt to stop him long enough for a brief conversation.

He just shrugs them off and keeps walking, narrowed eyes scanning the room in search of you. Stepping out of your little hiding place, you try to nonchalantly raise a hand to catch his attention, hoping that no one takes much notice of you.

Jude spots you, and his eyes narrow even more as he storms over to where you awkwardly stand.

"Why didn't you just come up?" He hisses, stopping right in front of you. People are staring. "I- What do you mean?" His voice drops an octave, and hushes to nearly a whisper. "Do you know how this looks? How much attention we're drawing to ourselves?

"Shit, I told Mason to tell everyone it was true, but I didn't want it to be a fucking spectacle."

Trying to keep your expression neutral, you respond through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry that I don't know how to navigate your huge apartment lobby. There's so many stupid hallways and rooms down here, why does it all look so fucking fancy and expensive?"

"What?you're literally a fotballer you are loaded."

"Yeah, but not posh loaded, everything is in the bank you i do not show it off dickhead," you huff indignantly, eyes darting around nervously. Jude looks like he wants to say more, but it quickly comes to his attention that the two of you are on the verge of causing a scene.

There's quite a few people watching the two of you, some more obviously than others. The two girls that tried to hit on him are muttering something to themselves and "subtly" pointing at you, something the both of you are quick to notice.

You can't help but shrink in on yourself, feeling exposed and more than a bit humiliated. Why the fuck couldn't he just act normal and wait until you were in private to tell you this? Jude's eyes flicker from them, then back to you. Then, with a scowl, he grabs your hand - not your wrist this time and pulls you along behind him to the other end of the lobby where he first appeared from. You can't fight the blush that works its way onto your cheeks as his calloused palm envelops your own. Since when is hand-holding this embarrassing? You feel as if you're committing an act of public indecency.

Thankfully, your previous anger helps to combat the unwelcome feelings, and you silently fume as he pulls you into one of the several elevators lined up along either side of the hallway. Punching the button to one of the highest floors, he finally lets go of your hand, and you can't help but sigh out of relief.

There's an awkward moment of silence as the elevator begins to rise. You stare at the excessive amount of decor. It's a fucking elevator, why does it need a mini- chandelier?

"I... thought you'd come earlier." Jude breaks the silence first. "London traffic ," you muttered. More silence. The silence lasts for the rest of the elevator ride. The doors ding open with a merry chime. and Jude steps doors ding open with a merry chime, and Jude steps out, hesitating briefly to ensure that you're following before striding down the hallway.

You trail behind, marveling at how your shoes slightly sink into the plush carpeting. The whole place is impressive to look at, actually, and you get lost in the painted gold embellishments on the light blue wallpaper.

So lost, in fact, that you don't notice when Jude abruptly stops in front of a door, turning to face you. You look back just in time to face plant into his chest.

Letting out a startled yelp, you quickly jerk back and lose your balance, falling straight onto your ass. He just stares down at you, dumbfounded, as you rub at your nose with a wince. Why the fuck is his chest rock solid? You think to yourself, groaning.

"Look where you're fucking walking," Jude mutters with a glare, extending a hand for you to take. Prick. You bat it away, stubbornly standing on your own with only a tiny bit of struggle. He just rolls his eyes and turns to unlock the door, cursing as he fumbles with the key. It jingles a few times, and then the tell tale click of the lock gives way. When the door is open, you can't help but eagerly follow him inside, admittedly curious to see what a rich boy's apartment looks like. Does he have a master bathroom? TV's everywhere? Maybe some gold bars lying around? It's just a whole lot of nothing, much to your disappointment. He throws his keys on the kitchen counter as you take in your surroundings with a raised eyebrow.

The whole place is... minimalist, to say the least. Save for a few dumbbells lying around, a couch in the living area, and a clean and tidy kitchen, the rest of the space is bare. There's obviously appliances and a large flatscreen TV, but you'd really expected... more. Maybe some gold curtains, a regal throne even. Jude walks over to the living room and throws himself on the couch.

"Is your nose ok?" He asks, kicking his feet up on the ottoman in front of him with his arms folded behind his head.

You're not sure if it's the sudden privacy, the recent memory of colliding face first with his chest, or the fact that his pose just really... accentuates everything, but it's then that you really realize just how tight his tank top is, how clearly it defines every dip and curve of his muscles underneath and... no wonder you busted your nose.

Shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut the fuck up

Forcing a nod, you swallow thickly.

"Uh- yeah." He grunts in response, then finally hunches over to rest his elbows on his knees - much to your relief - before sending an apathetic glance your way.

"So."

"So," you mimic uncertainly, finally taking a seat as far away from him as possible.

"The party is in six days," he says.

"And let me tell you, there's gonna be a lot more to it than just acting like you're obsessed with me and... vice versa or whatever. You're gonna be around more..."

He trails off, scrunching his eyebrows. "How did you put it? "posh" people, innit. So yeah, you're gonna need to learn how to act proper and, y'know, when to finally shut the fuck up."

He says that last sentence with a smirk, and you glower at him from your position on the couch.

"Are you serious? 'Act proper?' What, you think I'm some kind of barbarian?"

A wolfish grin stretches across his face. "You? A barbarian? Nah, you're too ditzy to be a barbarian."

Ditzy. Your father's eyes darken as he leers down at you, teeth grit together. You try not to cry, ignoring the way your eyes water as the broken plate trembles from within your grasp. "Fucking brain-dead," he slurs, breath reeking of alcohol. "That's what you are. You gonna grow up to be as ditzy as your mother? Huh?"

"Don't say that." You can feel anger rising, reddening your cheeks, but you do your best to remain calm. He shrugs, your serious tone going unnoticed.

"Ditzy. There, I said it. I mean, you probably don't know shit about the customs, so-"

You stand, still trying to maintain your composure but everything feels a bit fuzzy now.

"I said, don't call me that." And the fucker just laughs, glaring at you like he's challenging you.

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Because. I don't give a shit about the other nicknames, but that is something I don't want you calling me." Jude glowers at you for a few moments, before relenting with an eye roll.

"Fine. Jesus." And then he's blabbing off stuff about fancy customs, and you're finally starting to calm down, trying to tune in on what he's saying.

"My dad's kinda seen as the authority of the household, even though that's really my mom, but if you see him, you need to address him with respect."

You couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"Is that funny to you?"Jude's voice cuts through your thoughts, and when you turn to look at through your thoughts, and when you turn to look at him, he seems pretty pissed.

You just shrug, not really sure what to say. And Judd does not like that. "Hey, you might think all of this is a joke and that's fine, but my dad's cool. So just be respectful, asshole."

"I never said I wasn't going to be!"

"Then don't laugh when I tell you to be respectful!" You don't have a response to that, you'll admit. "Bitch," he mutters under his breath.

"Dick wad," you respond just as quietly.

"The fuck did you say?"

"Nothing, you stuck-up asshole." And the tension's back, thick in the air and hanging onto every spoken word. You stare each other down for what feels like an eternity, before you finally fold. This is all so exhausting.

"Ok, we can't do this anymore." He wrinkles his nose. "What?"

"This!" You gesture to him and then yourself. "We keep going for each other's throats and it's like, how are we supposed to pretend to be in love, when everything feels like a constant fight?"

"Not my fault."

"It's both of our faults!"

"You basically insulted my father," he growls. "You got pissy when I told you not to call me 'ditzy!' It was a simple request!" Jude groans, flopping back onto the couch to pinch his brow.

"Fine. What are you suggesting?"

Folding your hands together, you give him a stern look. "A truce."

He raises an eyebrow. "Which means...? Cause let's get one thing straight. I refuse to act like your little buddy buddy. We aren't friends." Sighing, you rub at your eyes.

"Ouch. That's not what I was aiming for, but thanks for the confirmation."

He just grunts, crossing his arms like a petulant child. "Ok, so then what?"

"No more fighting. No more trying to rile each other up every second of the damn day. That's what it means."

You stick out your hand.

"Just until the vacation is over. Alright? I'm not asking you to be friends." Jude looks at your outstretched hand suspiciously.

"So you're gonna actually listen to what I have to say about the party? The shit you're gonna have to learn?" You nod. "And you're gonna need to listen when I tell you not to call me something."

He thinks on it for only a second longer before grabbing your hand to shake it.

"Fine." And when the both of you let go, you almost want to celebrate because, score! Your fake-boyfriend maybe doesn't totally hate your guts anymore. Jude just scoffs, reaching into his pocket to fish out his phone.

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fic idea: Lockwood comes back early from a job, George and Lucy are out doing whatever so the reader takes this as an opportunity to dance in their underwear (called pants in England) and an oversized button up (which looks shockingly similar to one that disappeared from lockwood’s laundry a while back) while blasting music and singing along. But when she finally notices Lockwood standing at the kitchen door, she goes over and grabs his hands and pulls him into the kitchen to dance with her.

NEARLY WITCHES (EVER SINCE WE MET)

a/n: I am so sorry this took so long to get out- it's been a hectic couple of weeks. however!! for some reason I listened to vices and virtues last night and decided to write and I've been in a frenzy ever since. I hope you enjoy!! also this is my first ×reader so if it's not great, that's why. however, I'm personally really proud of it :))

pairing: anthony lockwood × fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none :)

tags: @ettadear (ty for the request!!) @givemea-dam-break @slag-for-the-fetch @ikeasupremacy @oblivious-idiot (yall seemed interested hehe)

“here I am, composing a burlesque, out of where they rest their necks…”

It was a quiet day at 35 Portland Row. Lockwood, Lucy and George were all out on a case (you had gotten injured the week before so Lockwood was putting you on time out for the time being while you healed), so you took the opportunity to tidy up the kitchen, which was growing messier and increasingly in need of care as the days went on. it wasn't as if the four of you were unaware of how dirty the house had been getting- you simply just didn't have enough time to address it. You rather liked Lucy's idea if getting an assistant.

“sunken in their splintered cradles, and ramshackle heads, they asked for it…"

Surprisingly, you didn't hate being on the Lockwood equivalent for house arrest. Ok, yes, you itched to get your rapier back into your hand and go back out on cases, but it was also really nice to just have a break once in a while. At a small agency like Lockwood and Co, as much as you loved it, breaks didn't come very often.

Besides, you knew that the second that the trio came home and saw your work in the kitchen, they would be beyond grateful. You didn't do it for the praise, but you knew precisely the type of exhaustion they were feeling and wanted to do something to lessen their stress, even if it was something as simple as washing the dishes.

“You have set your heart on haunting me forever from the start, it's never silent…”

You found you did your best cleaning while you were listening to music, resulting in you singing along to the music blasting out of your speaker, deciding not to worry about any possible noise complaints.

“ever since we met, I only shoot up with your perfume… it's the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do…”

it was because of your loud music that you didn't realize that Anthony Lockwood, your employer and one of your best friends, had returned earlier than expected and was now standing in the doorway to the kitchen, looking at you with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.

You turned around as you danced to the music, songs from an album that you knew Lockwood loved filling the air. It was then that you noticed Lockwood standing behind you, the shock on his face mixing with another emotion you couldn't name.

You greet him with a smile and a soft “Hey, Lockwood”, but he doesn't respond- he just stares at you. It takes you a second to realize why- but when you finally understand, you feel your body warming in embarrassment.

You were wearing nothing but undergarments and a shirt- one of Lockwood's button-ups that you had stolen a while ago.

Thankfully, the shirt fell down to your mid- thigh, covering anything that might’ve made your situation worse had it been a little shorter. Still, you couldn't prevent the warmth that filled you as Lockwood took in your choice of outfit, eyes darker and more intense than usual.

“Hi.” He spoke in a whisper, as if he needed to save his energy to survey you. You suppressed a shiver at his tone, and his eyes flitted up to meet yours.

You were burning. You were on fire and Lockwood was the one who had lit the match. You had known your feelings for Lockwood for a while- you had been attracted to him ever since he had practically begged you to quit your business as a freelancer and join his scrappy little agency. You had convinced yourself that there was no way he could feel the same- that his lingering glances and flirting were just characteristics of his charming personality. But now, as he stared at you with something in his eyes that made your hands shake, you weren't so sure.

Either way, you needed to break this trance. It was dangerous, and you could feel yourself slipping away into the “what ifs” that always seemed to fill your mind whenever Lockwood was around.

“Dance with me?” You whispered, giving him your best “I Am Totally Not Attracted To You And I Am Totally Not Wearing Your Shirt” smile. You prayed that it worked.

“What?” Lockwood asked, breaking out of his trance. You held out your right hand as the song finished its second verse. “I know you love this album. Dance with me?” And then Lockwood was smiling and damn, if that didn't do something to your resolve. “If you insist.”

You don't know what you were expecting, but you certainly weren't expecting for Lockwood to grab your outstretched hand and pull you into his embrace.

You very obviously had never danced in this context before. Lockwood smiled, deciding to be the one to teach you. “Here. You put your hands,” He spoke, grabbing your wrists and gently guiding them to wrap around his neck. “… here.” Your breathing became more shallow as you felt the warm solidity of his body beneath your arms. “And I put my hands here.” He whispered. Your breath hitched as you felt his hands find their places holding your hips.

It was too much and not enough at the same time. You turn your head away from him, trying to allow yourself a moment to collect yourself and get your shit together. Lockwood didn't need to know that this was something you had imagined many times- getting to be this close to him, finding comfort on his arms after a long case or feeling his arms wrap around your waist from behind as you cooked breakfast.

“Is this ok?” Lockwood whispered, lessening his hold on your hips before taking his hands away entirely. Your head snapped back to look at him, willing him to please put his hands back. “Yeah, it's ok.” You whispered. You see the side of his mouth quirk up as he returns his hands back to where they were. And then the song was changing and he was pulling you in so your head rested on his chest and you were slow dancing.

“When the world gets too heavy, put it on my back, I'll be your levvy.”

You instantly recognized the song that began playing, and your face heated up even more, thinking about how many times you had thought about being this close to Lockwood while listening to this song.

“Where are Lucy and George?” You ask, trying to keep your voice calm despite the mass amounts of emotions that were plaguing your heart. “Took the source down to the furnaces and then to bring back food. They won't be back for a while.” Lockwood spoke softly, and you hummed in understanding.

“It was always you, falling for me. Now there's always time, calling for me.”

You stayed like this for a little while- his hands on your waist, your head against his chest, swaying softly to the song playing from your light green speaker. You found yourself wishing that you could stay like this forever, happily dancing with your best friend.

And then the song ended and Lockwood broke the spell. “Are you wearing my shirt?” Lockwood asked, his voice huskier than usual. You flushed bright red as you extracted your hands from around his neck, moving to back away but not being able to go far as Lockwood didn't realize your intentions and kept his hands on your hips.

“Uh, yeah.” You admitted, looking away from him out of embarrassment. “I forgot to do the wash and I realized this had gotten thrown into mine a while ago, so it was all I had to wear. I can return it as soon as I finish my laundry-” You were about to profusely apologize for taking his shirt, but within seconds you weren't able to say anything as Lockwood surged forward and pressed his lips to yours.

It was quick, chaste- fleeting and burning and gone far too soon for your liking. Lockwood was the one to end it, his eyes wide once more, but now filled with something like fear.

“I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me-” It was your turn to interrupt him, you decided, as you wrapped a hand around his tie and pulled him back down to kiss him again

His hands went back to your hips as you moved your right hand up to hold his jaw momentarily before slipping into his hair. He let out a low sound, something that sent your brain into a frenzy as he kissed you with increasing fervor, pressing you up against the kitchen counter.

You couldn't tell how long you stayed like that, limbs tangled together as you kissed like it was the last kiss you would ever have, but eventually you had to separate to breathe. You smiled as you took in the sight in front of you: Lockwood was standing there, staring at you, swollen lips and flushed cheeks and messed hair all indications of what you had just been doing. It was the most beautiful you had ever seen him look.

He smiled back at you. “You don't have to give me my shirt back.” was the first thing he said, his voice raspy and way too attractive for his own good. “Do you like me wearing your shirt?” You asked, smiling. “Way too much.” He admitted before kissing you once more.

You lost time again- you practically melted into his arms. You were too caught up in kissing Lockwood- finally- to realize that Lucy and George had returned home until they appeared in the kitchen.

“Finally!!” George yelled, startling you and Lockwood.

“Wait- why aren't you wearing trousers?? Please don't tell me you're having sex on the counter!” You laughed into Lockwood's chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Much later, after you all had said goodnight to one another, you found yourself creeping downstairs and into Lockwood's room and asking him if he wanted to dance some more, a smile lighting up your face as he said “yes, of course.”

ty for reading!!! I will be writing more requests now that I have time and motivation lol. also in case u were wondering, the two songs referenced in here are nearly witches (ever since we met) and always by panic! at the disco!!! I hate brendan urie but vices and virtues is such a good album.

anywho I hope yall enjoyed!!!

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Can I request the allies helping their S/O when their depression keeps them in bed for a few days, which isn't normal for them.

hetalia allies when their s/o is going through a depressive episode

1.8k words ~ gender neutral scenarios

tw: theyre not always the best but they figure it out (:

a/n: hope this was ok. if u want just like, comfort, thats cool and i can do that too seperately (: but anon i totally get i got crippling depression too. were alll in this togeeethherrr

America

Depressive episodes were nothing out of the usual for you. What was out of the usual though, was just how horribly this one was hitting you. But it seems like the person who it hurt the most, was Alfred.

Once you began spending the majority of your time in bed, he began to bother you incessantly. It'd be more annoying for you if it wasn't clear just how much Alfred was panicking.

Every day he returned from home to find you in your miserable state, he would question your sudden episode over and over again until one of you fell asleep. He offered to take you somewhere, to buy you everything, anything to get you back to normal. No matter how much you insisted that none of that would help, he continued.

That was until one day, upon his return from work, he didn't immediately come up to interrogate your lack of motivation. From your shared bed, you could vaguely hear him fumbling around downstairs. After a while, his footsteps finally echoed up the stairs.

Your door creaked open slowly, revealing Alfred awkwardly carrying bags of snacks as well as a TV. He rushed forward to throw everything on the bed before starting to hook up the TV in front of the bed.

“Alfred?”

“Yeah?“

”What are you doin'?“

”Making this room fun to be in,” He answered bluntly, but his tone was kind.

After a minute, he finished setting up the TV and crawled into bed with you. Before you could say anything, he pulled you flush against his side.

“Staying in here is no good for you, but at least there's ways to make it... less bad.” He told you softly.

You took a moment to respond, ”Can... can you stay in here with me?“

”I'll stay in here until you're ready to leave, K?“

England

As soon as your illness began to rear its ugly head, Arthur took notice. It's not like it hadn't happened before, after all. The unusual eating habits, the exhaustion, how less excited you would become over things you love, it's all typical. So he would help the way he usually did.

If you're too tired for work or school, he gets you out of it. If you're hungry, he makes whatever you want anytime. If you're slacking on chores, he makes up for it two-fold.

The entire time you spend gloomily sitting on your phone or watching TV, Arthur is running from place to place in a panic. It's clear why, he's just desperately trying to ”solve“ your sadness. After all, over his many periods of depression, he always works himself to the bone to get through them. He struggles to understand how you can just... sit there.

But of course, that's not how human depression tends to work. Seeing him so motivated did nothing but make you more insecure about your own sudden ”laziness.” Living in an incredibly clean house only helps for so long until it starts feeling weird.

The only place safe from his worried frenzy was the bedroom, where you lay nearly all day. It was quiet there, at least. Not frustrating like everything else. That was until Arthur interrupted your silence by joining you in bed with a huff.

“Love, you've been in here all day.”

You didn't respond, simply nodding and rolling to face away from him.

“What's wrong?”

Still, no response.

He grabbed your shoulder lightly, trying to pull you to face him.

“What is it?”

“You know what's wrong.”

He sighed, before laying down as well. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, his soft breath hitting the back of your neck as his heart beat against your back.

“I guess a better question would be... do you want to talk about it?”

You pause, ”Not really...“

”Well, I'll be here with you until you do.“

”No running around?“

He chuckles, ”No, I'll stay here. After all, you're strong... I imagine this won't last forever, right Love?“

France

Francis is a sensitive person, but most importantly he's an emotionally intelligent one. He notices as soon as your depression begins to get bad again, and he always tries to do little things to help. But... he knows that you're the one who's had to live in your head for years. The only reason he would go out of his way to help is if you asked him to.

Which you usually don't. It never seems to stay unbearable long enough for you to justify asking him, even though he's made clear he's always willing to do anything for you.

But this time is different, it feels as if your thoughts can't stop, no matter what you do. Even as you rest in bed, you only get more and more tired, more angry and miserable. Francis noticed this... but he wouldn't want to do anything you didn't want him to.

At least, that's how he thinks usually. But now, seeing his beloved sobbing for the 15th day in a row, he decided he had to do something.

Early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, you were awoken by Francis's smiling face.

”Time to get up!“

”No-“

You were swiftly cut off by him grabbing your arms and pulling you upwards.

”I've set out clothes for you. We're going somewhere.“

You shook your head, ”W-Where? I'm tired-“

”It's gonna be fun! I'll buy you coffee on the way, don't worry.“

So up you were, regardless of your protests.

An hour-long car drive later, and you understood why he was so enthusiastic about going here. Before you stood the most stunning valley you had ever seen, surrounded by perfectly green trees and water so blue you could've sworn it was fake. But the breeze flowing through your hair said otherwise.

“While we walk to the beach, you can tell me all about what's wrong, okay?” He locked his hand around yours.

Sure, it didn't solve everything. But... it was better than the bedroom.

China

Yao doesn't really... understand what depression is. When you tell him it's a “mental illness” all he understands is “illness.” So the moment things start getting worse for you, he's recommending all the things he learned to make sick people better.

If it gets to the point of being bedridden, he acts like you're gonna die. Which is obviously not very... comforting. So after many times of you telling him to leave you alone, he's gotten used to popping in every couple of hours with tea, but that's it.

After all, you're usually back to your normal self pretty quickly. But this time, he can tell something's off; and he's not about to let you wither away.

So, one morning, you're awoken to a delicious breakfast already in your lap and Yao sitting in front of you, looking like a kid on Christmas.

“Wh- Yao? Why did you...”

“You haven't been eating enough, and I don't want you getting tired soon.”

You looked at him suspiciously, “Why?”

“We have plans.“

”Good plans or bad plans?“

”Good plans! What do you think of me?“

Once you finished eating breakfast, he dragged you out of bed. No matter how much you protested, his grip on your hand was strong. He brought you to the other side of the house, into his already set-up studio.

”What are we doing in here?“ You ask nervously.

”Getting you out of bed,“ He responds quickly, gesturing to the yoga mat set up next to his.

All you could was sigh and stand next to him, waiting for instruction.

”Do we really have to do this?“

He nods, spreading his legs to the side and reaching down with one hand. Looking up at you expectantly, he smiled.

”It keeps you spry,“ He switched sides, ”It keeps you healthy.“

”I'm really not in the mood,“

”Trust me.“

With a huff, you slowly worked your creaking body into the same pose he pulled.

”I can't stand to see you suffer in that room.“

”It's not fun on my end either.“

”I love you. I wish you would tell me how to help.”

You groan as the next pose he demonstrated stretched you a little bit more than what was comfortable.

“You can't 'help.' Just gotta wait it out.“

He took a moment to respond, “Well, I suggest you wait it out in ways that get your mind off everything. Like this.”

“It's helping the tiniest bit, I guess...”

He chuckled, “We will keep working at it until you feel better. No matter how long it takes.”

Russia

When your depression gets bad, it seems to be obvious to everyone... except Ivan. Despite you bringing it up to him, he either doesn't know what to do... or he doesn't care. The possibility of the latter doing nothing to make you feel any better.

Even as you spend all day laying in bed, crying constantly, he doesn't seem to notice. He just acts like you aren't... suffering. That stings, a lot more than anything else creating this depressive episode.

But after a week of this unending gloominess, you get a strange text from Ivan.

“Come downstairs.”

Weird and annoying... but more importantly ominous. It takes you only a second to throw on a hoodie and rush downstairs. You can't hear his usual humming, and the house seems completely still as you search for him. But when you look out the back window, you see him.

As you enter the backyard, you fully see what he was doing.

In the middle of the yard, he set up a picnic. Surrounding him is a mountain of bright flowers, and tens of little plates bearing your favourite sweets lay on the light blanket.

“Come sit, darling.”

You would be foolish of you to not oblige. Once you sat down next to him, he reached out to stroke your cheek lovingly.

”What is torturing you so horribly?“

You took a deep breath, “Where to start?”

“Wherever you want,” he clucks his tongue sympathetically, resting his hand on your thigh.

“Y-You know... I thought you didn't care. You've been so... normal...”

Ivan looks awkward, averting his gaze, “I didn't want to make it worse. You're so strong, I knew you could get through it on your own. I'm sorry.”

“I can.... but I don't want to...”

He leans forward, kissing your forehead.

”I promise, now, you will never deal with anything alone.“

”You're sure it won't be too much?“

”Never. Never too much.“

hey there. its gonna get better. its gonna be different. but its gonna get better. there are hundreds of people youre gonna meet, and hundreds of places youre gonna go, and its gonna be amazing. one day youll wake up and realize everything is alright. because youre gonna be ok.

#heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #ivan tag <3 #aph russia x reader #hws russia x reader #arthur tag #aph england x reader #hws england x reader #alfred tag #aph america x reader #hws america x reader #yao tag #aph china x reader #hws china x reader #francis tag #aph france x reader #hws france x reader #not proofread at all

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Save Her

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader, Platonic!BAU x Reader, Morgan!Sister Reader

A/N: Helloo yes i know it's been a while since i've updated something but life has taken a turn so, i had this idea while on the way home from work. So sit back relax and enjoy. Y/F/F means your favorite flower. these might also be two chapters a day type of story

Summary: Y/N has a past she's never told anyone about, she was involved in some heavy things when she lived in England with her Aunt and Uncle. Things she thought were murdered along with her best friend, things she thought went missing with her boyfriend. Things that followed her to Quantico, Virginia.

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Warnings: Cursing(once), talk of death and near drowning

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Five days before Y/N disappears

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Y/N's POV:

Being an FBI agent wasn't easy, but having no significant other outside the job made it so much better. You never have to worry about missing date nights, but after a while it gets lonely. But as I said this business isn't easy, I'd rather be alone than have to curse someone to live with my inconsistent schedule. Emily, JJ, and Penelope on the other hand do not like the idea that I like being single.

"Come one Y/N, you never want to go out with us." I nod keeping my focus on my computer, "There's a reason for that Penny, you all know I hate parties." JJ cuts in before Penny can respond. "But it's not a party, its a club. There's a difference." I look up from my computer to give her a sarcastic smile, "Oh really? I didn't know that." Emily cackles at my sarcasm, "Y/N just come with us, please?" I sigh.

Looking back at my computer in defeat, "Fine, I'll go out with you guys tonight." Penny squeals in excitement and happiness which catches the attention of Spencer, Morgan and Rossi as they walk into the Bull Pen, "What's got you so excited Mama?" Derek asks, she rushes over to him and hugs him. "Y/N said she'll go out with us tonight." He looks around her at me surprised, "Really?" I rolled my eyes and turned back towards my computer.

"Oh there's no need to get so hostile Y/N/N, you're gonna have so much fun tonight." I sighed, "Now you of all people know I hate parties Derek." He smirks and walks past me, "Whatever you say, Katara." I sigh and hang my head. "I thought I asked you to stop calling me that Morgan. That only happened once." He laughed loudly at that. "What only happened once?" Spencer asks, just as confused and the others. "When we were younger Y/N binged Avatar The Last Airbender and thought she was a water bender, and the next time we went to the pool she thought she could control the water, so she jumped into the deep end knowing she couldn't swim and I had to save her from drowning." Emily burst out laughing and I turned away in shame. "And to remind me of the most embarrassing moment in my life, my parents and siblings decided to nickname me Katara." Emily couldn't stop laughing while the others had slight smiles and smirks, I cracked a smile and looked at the clock. "Alright it's time for me to head home since I've been peer pressured into leaving the comfort of my home tonight." Penny rushes over to me. "Wait we're coming with you because we have to make sure you have the proper attire for the club tonight." I sigh and nod as Penny runs back to her office to grab her stuff. Emily and JJ grab their belongings off their desk and we walk to the elevator and wait for Penelope to return from her office. When she gets back we get into the elevator and down to the garage. JJ and Emily get into their cars and Penny and I get into mine and we drive to my apartment. ________________________________________

Time Skip to arriving at your apartment building

________________________________________ When we arrive I can see the shock on Penny's face, "Woah I completely forgot how fancy this place is. You're so lucky to have rich family." JJ and Emily join you both at the entrance and we're greeted by the doorman George. "Miss Y/L/N good afternoon." I smile at him "Good afternoon George." "Would you like me to grab Benny, Alex and Drew to drive you and your friends cars to the garage?" I shook my head. "Not at the moment George we're only going to be here for a few hours but thanks for asking." He nods and holds the door open, "Well just give us a call if you change your mind Miss Y/L/N." I smile and walk through the door, "You know I will George." Emily and JJ look shocked by my apartments fanciness. "Y/N you have door holders and chauffeur's. Next you're gonna tell me that there's a dining lounge on the roof." I laugh. "Of course not." I turned towards the elevator, "It's on the 10th floor." I smirk knowing her jaw is on the floor and walk towards the elevator and they follow. I press the number for my floor and just listen to the sounds of the elevator. When the doors open we walk down the hall until we reach my front door. I stop in my dead tracks, in front of my door is a bouquet of Y/F/F, with a note in blue ink that reads. "See you soon."

There's only one person in this world who knows what my favorite flower is and he's dead, right?

#spencer reid #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #derek morgan #penelope garcia #spencer reid x reader #fem reader #jenifer jareau #david rossi #criminal minds fanfiction